#Figured the chest pumping gif I made works in this situation

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The Balladeer | Scaramouche x Reader

You could say it was a split-minute decision.

You could say it had been building up over time.

But that one moment changed everything.

Summary: My alternate ending to the Sumeru Archon quest. Mild romance and emotional tension.

***

You leapt across the breaking platform, the gargantuan construction of the false god crumbling like a broken thundercloud above you.

Your sights were locked on one thing—

The Balladeer.

As his doll-like figure descended toward the earth, one thought rang through your mind. Don’t let him fall. Don’t let him fall. Don’t let him fall.

His trajectory increased. You eyeballed the distance between his head and the ground, the quick calculations in your mind telling you you weren’t going to make it.

You pulled from a source higher than yourself and leapt. You were sure of one thing at that moment—if Scaramouche’s head made contact with that ground, the world would lose a very bright star.

You took that last leap, airborne for longer than should have been possible, and felt a lump land in your arms. With no time to check, you ducked and rolled, shielding whatever you caught. You came to a stop in the dust.

One glance down at the soft, dark hair and the warmth radiating against you is enough to confirm—you caught your star.

Relief surged through you. This was the closest you’d ever been to the Balladeer, and the delicateness of his features struck you. His eyes were closed, and dust fell on his perfect face. He looked as innocent as a doll that had yet to be removed from the box. You knew then that whatever it took, whatever happened next, you would have to protect him.

You felt Nahida descending from the sky above you—from where she’d ripped your delicate doll from his entrapment. The question on the God of Wisdom’s mind permeated through the collapsing space.

In that moment of heightened awareness, you saw a vision of the array of guards waiting outside, your assembly of friends you had worked this mission with, Cyno’s cold, non-forgiving stare—all of them waiting to condemn this god you now held in your hands—and you knew exactly what you had to do.

You took off, ignoring the throbbing in your legs and the pounding of injuries that would make themselves known later.

Paimon’s questioning screams chased you. You ignored even those. For now, you were existing in a space where only one person in this world mattered.

The Balladeer lay unconscious in your arms; when you looked down at him, your legs pumped faster.

You found a small opening in the wall and leapt. Sunlight hit you as you escaped from the collapsing building right into the light of the academia.

You didn’t stop. A quick look around at the guards standing at their posts was enough to keep your adrenaline going. You had the lead—they were yet to be notified of the situation, but it wouldn’t be long.

You took off. Running down the streets of Sumeru, until you got to the fields outside the city. Then you kept running. You ran until your lungs burned like sand in the desert sun.

When you finally reached the building you had scouted on your travels a while back, your whole body was burning like a campfire on a summer night, and your limbs trembled with exhaustion. But it was worth it. You looked down to see Scaramouche resting peacefully.

Your star was safe.

***

The Balladeer was feeling warm. Like he was caressed in a sun made of the ocean waves, or ocean waves made of the sun, he wasn’t sure. Either way, there was a strange lightness in his chest that tried to drown out the throbbing in his head. He felt weighted and weightless at the same time.

Is this death? He thought. Me, one who was fated to be immortal? Could I really die..?

Scaramouche heard a rustling next to him, and a smell entered his nostrils. Though it was not of Teyvat origins, he associated it with the electric charge of Inazuma soil and the breeze flowing through the open fields of Mondstadt.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

In that brief moment of clarity when one has not yet been released from the world of dreams, he saw you not as an enemy but a close, dear friend.

You were leaning over him, looking at him with concern. The radiance of you made him want to close his eyes again.

But then he quickly remembered his stature and, more importantly, the real source of the feeling of lightness in his chest: the Gnosis. His Gnosis had been stolen from him.

Like waking up from a sweet dream into a nightmare, he jolted forward.

“The Gnosis—!” he croaked, finding his voice uncharacteristically dry.

“Yes, yes, will get to that,” you said. The calmness in your voice spilled over Scaramouche like a sweet stream. “First, how are you feeling?”

He swatted your hand away. “I need to get to the Gnosis—that witch stole it from me.”

He made a move again; this time, you backed up, allowing him to get up.

He took one step off the bed when his knees wobbled and tumbled right back into your arms.

You looked at him again with concern in your eyes. “You have no time to think about anything right now besides getting better,” you said. “Whatever those sages did to you, it took a toll when you were separated. For now, drink this.” You shoved some sort of concoction in his face. “I wasn’t sure what you like to eat. If—ehem—dolls eat, but…”

“Enough, leave me. I don’t need your pity, especially you of all people. Aren’t you supposed to hate me?” Scaramouche tried to sound strong, but despite his best efforts, his voice was shaking.

The sincerity of your efforts scared him, and more so was the look in your eyes. It was almost like…

You stood, leaving him on the floor with the drink. “Chicken soup, or Adeptus Temptation? Which do you prefer?”

“Huh?” Scaramouche understood what you were saying, but your words didn’t make sense. Were you really asking him about soup right now?

“I’m giving you a choice,” you continued, propping your hands on your hips. “I’ve decided I don’t want to watch you starve.”

“You should just leave me be.”

“Yeah, too late for that. So? Chicken or Adeptus?”

Frustrated, Scaramouche tried to get up again. “I need… to get my Gnosis…”

“Gnosis soup?” You looked at him as if he’d just offered a perplexing puzzle. “I think I’m lacking on the key ingredients for that. Alright, Adeptus, it is then.”

You continued into the kitchen.

As the Balladeer watched you, a cool ripple of annoyance flowed through him. Did you not realize the urgency of the situation? What was even more annoying was your pity. Here he was in his weakest state in front of you, and there you were treating him like a puppy. It made him feel sick. After all the things he’d said to you, all the times he’d tried to kill you—you should be basking in his pain, leaving him to rot, or getting your revenge in some other way. But his…

“When I get my strength back,” he said. “I swear, I will make you regret this.” His words faded into the air. You were already in the kitchen, out of range.

Scaramouche sighed. Admittedly, sickness was taking over his body. He could barely keep his head up. He shuffled back into bed.

You came out with a steaming bowl in your hands only a few minutes later.

“What kind of magic is this?” Scaramouche asked as you placed the bowl beside him. He saw what looked like a beautiful medley of flavours, and the smell wafting out of it made even his usually quiet stomach growl.

You laughed. The sound rang in his ears. He realized it was the first time he’d heard you laugh. Most of your interactions in the past had been short, and he was usually the one directing them. Come to think of it, he’d barely heard you talk much.

“You learn to whip up things on the fly when you’re as mobile as I am,” you continued. “You also learn some of the best hiding spots.” You winked.

Scaramouche sat up and tried to relax. “Speaking of, where are we?” he said, looking around. You seemed to be in a small space, a warm house of sorts. Now that his initial rejection of the situation had warned off, he was becoming filled with questions.

“A spot I’d scouted on my travels a bit ago,” you said. “Thank god. We needed it.”

You looked relaxed as you pulled up a chair and sat across from him. You were acting incredibly casual for someone who was supposed to be his archenemy.

Scaramouche studied you closer. He’d always thought it, but…

Yes. Up close, you were quite attractive.

The Balladeer found himself blushing as he turned away. “Where is that pretending Dendro archon? And my Gnosis.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” you said. “Let’s not forget who the pretending archon is here.” The smirk hung on your face until Scaramouche looked at you again. “—But as for Nahida, I don’t know. On the hunt for us, probably.”

“Why did you...?” Scaramouche struggled to find the words to describe this situation and then let it go. “Nevermind. Listen, I don’t have time to be playing house here. Take me to where my Gnosis is, and I’ll let you come out of this alive. I bet all your little ‘friends’ are worried about you.”

You laughed again. This time, the sound bubbled his anger.

“Look, I don’t think you’re in any position to make threats here,” you said. “But don’t worry, I’ll help you get it back. As long as you tell me why it’s so important to you.” You stared at him.

He met your gaze for a moment, but when that look slipped back in, he had to turn away.

You sat back in your chair. “Do you ever feel like sometimes you’re running around playing a game only because there are no other options? I guess it was like that. Those— my ‘friends’ and I bonded over a common cause, I may have even agreed they were my friends at one time, but it’s like—when you’re presented with the truth of something, only then do you realize what the other was not, and never was.”

“Huh? Is that supposed to be some kind of riddle?”

“What I mean to say is, I never understood what it meant to deeply care for something until I saw you falling from that constructed god. And then I realized, it was never about saving Sumeru for me. The whole reason I went along with their plans was that… well, it was you.”

At that, a laugh took hold of Scaramouche, which he couldn’t control. “You’re telling me you paraded around with your little friends acting like a saint, attempting to save the world because of me..?”

You looked at him plainly. “Yes. It was you I was curious about. I didn’t really care what they were up to. I just wanted to get closer to you, to learn more about you.”

At this point, Scaramouche had to wipe tears from his eyes. “Oh, this is good. Next, you will tell me that you never cared about travelling. Or you’ve never tried to do one good thing for someone.”

“Maybe.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m not buying it.”

“You don’t need to buy it. It’s the truth, and I’m giving it to you for free.”

He scowled. “Whatever. If you say you care about me so much, then leave me to rest. I’m starting to get a headache listening to your nonsense.”

“Fine, but I’ll make you see. It’s not nonsense. You’re not as heartless as you believe. And that Balladeer hiding under all those layers, I feel something for him. He is something special.”

He hated that your words had some resonance to them, and he hated that as he started to fall asleep, he was wishing they were true.

***

The Balladeer waited until nighttime before slipping out of bed.

You were passed out beside the bed. Scaramouche clicked his teeth. In annoyance, your words replayed in his mind. He’d learned that naivety would get you nowhere, but at least he could take advantage of your naivety in this situation.

He stepped around you quietly and made for the door, already imagining the Gnosis in his hand.

That was when there was a sword around his throat.

He laughed. You were sharper than he expected. “So I am your prisoner after all,” he said.

“Yes,” your voice came from behind him. “And I’m a very strict prison guard. I’m not letting you go until you explain what the deal with the Gnosis is.”

A current of rage took over his body. He never liked being given orders, and who the hell were you to stop him? Scaramouche still had a bit of strength left. He called the power of electricity to his hand, then turned and made for your wrist.

But you were quick. You moved before he could even touch you.

You brought the hilt of your sword to his stomach and jammed him between the ribs.

In his weak state, the blow winded him. He fell down to his knees.

“Psh, you haven’t even got half your strength. Just what was your plan? Walk out there and get captured again?”

That was when Scaramouche found a reserve of strength in him. He looked up and leapt at you. This time, he got a hold of you.

You wrestled. Scaramouche thought he had the advantage, but then you flipped him—taking out both his heels from under him and landing him on his back.

As you pinned him down his rage boiled into humiliation. He had never been so weak before in his life. He felt something he hadn’t in a while, terror. Vulnerability. Panic rose within him, but just as it was about to take over, you did something unexpected.

You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his.

It was a simple action, but in it, he could feel all the compassion and gentleness you felt toward him.

Your warmth washed over him like the sunkissed ocean that it was. Despite his best efforts to block back the own tides of his vulnerability, he could hear, he could feel what you were saying to him in that moment. It’s okay. I am here for you.

He trembled, holding the last bits of his defences firm, and then you scooped him into your arms.

He broke.

He couldn’t stop the tears that came falling—and falling—tears at everything—his frustrations, his failures, his successes—pain that went back centuries. The frustration at losing a friend, at realizing there was no one to blame but the bitter forces of nature, the idea of his very creation being one of uselessness.

And you held him all throughout.

You must’ve been using magic, he thought later.

Eventually, exhausted, he resigned back to the bed.

You took up your post beside him, though it looked like you were also okay with giving him some space.

“The Gnosis,” the Balladeer began, “It was… my one connection to this world. It gave me a purpose. I suppose you don’t understand what it’s like to be looked at as a toy. Simply an inanimate object to be used for whatever gain. But with the Gnosis…”

“It made you feel human.” You finished.

He scowled. “Listen to me, I sound pathetic. It disturbs me to be talking about it, especially to you.”

“I get it, but Scaramouche,” you grabbed both his hands in yours. “I’ll say it again. I don’t see you as a doll. I see you as a person. A pretty cool person. Someone I’m very grateful to exist. And if anyone doesn’t think that way, well, screw them. They don’t deserve you.”

His eyes opened wide, and then he pulled away. “Your earnesty scares me.”

“It’s true.”

He sighed. “Thank you, (M/C). For what it’s worth, you’re actually not so bad yourself. Especially without that fairy floating around.”

You laughed. “Thank you, now rest. We can deal with our problems tomorrow.”

As you stood, Scaramouche grabbed your hand.

“(M/C), I think I like this. Spending time with you. I’m not sure what I’ll do next, but…”

“We’ll figure it out together.” You turned back to him and grabbed his hand with your other. “Maybe you need someone to say this to you, but I mean it. Scaramouche, I’ll never abandon you. You’ll never have to be alone again.”

He looked at you, wide eyes growing wider, but he turned away before you could see the tears pulling. “Whatever. If it’s with you, I’m sure it will never be boring.”

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Hello Val!!

How are you doing? Congratulations on reaching 1k! ✨

Can I request a Tommy blurb with this prompt?

“I want to understand you.”

I’m sure you’ll create something amazing 🥰 xx

An Understanding ~ Dad!Tommy Shelby (Fluff)

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By now, one would think Thomas Shelby was used to these situations. 

He knew the rush, the feeling of his blood pumping and his mind racing at a hundred miles an hour.

If one had the luxury of a warning, one had to use it wisely - such quarter wasn’t easily given but far too quickly squandered.

It had started with the slightest of sounds, but Tommy knew it all too well by now. Small at first, but it was only the beginning, like the first droplets of rain before the storm would come. 

Immediately wide awake, he had jumped out of bed and rushed out to the adjourning room before the woman next to him could stir.

"Shh, shh!", He soothed, even before he reached the crib, making sure to close the door behind him that usually was always open.

The baby was squirming inside, little legs kicking in frustration, with swollen and red cheeks and a face torn in agony.

“Oh love.”, he sighed as he reached inside, supporting the little head. 

While cradling the child against his chest, he reached inside the cot and retrieved the little blanket before fleeing the nursery for the silence of the corridor. 

It was a small thing, embroidered at the edges with rather clumsy needlework, but what it lacked in skill it made up for with the love that laced every stitch. 

They reached the corridor just in time as outright cries began to replace the restless groans and sniffles.

Tommy rushed down the stairs as quickly as he dared with the baby in his arms, thankful he had the means to put so much distance between the crying baby and it’s mother. 

Once downstairs in the sitting room, he breathed a small sigh of relief because at least they were out of earshot by now. 

It was short lived, though, as the baby began to cry again, making him feel the burn of warm tears against his bare chest. 

“What was it?”, Tommy asked, rocking the child back and forth.

“Was your room a bit chilly?”, he asked. 

He hadn’t noticed a drop of temperature but he would have to check once it was safe to go up again. Things like that could happen all too quickly in times like these.

He checked the nappy but that was still good too. And yet the baby kept crying. 

In an effort to spread some sense of calm, Tommy placed his chin on the top of the little head, humming softly.

But it did little to stifle the wails. They were just as noisy and just as piercing as earlier. 

So it couldn’t be lack of attention or a mean midnight scare. 

Not warmth either, not when the baby was held between his bare chest and that blanket. 

Tommy shifted, allowing himself to look into the tear streaked face. 

Gently, he stroked a few droplets aside. 

“What is it, eh?”, he wanted to know. 

The only response he got was another heart wrenching sob. 

He had always hated the sound of a baby’s tears, not because he found them annoying, but because it sent a rush through his body to sooth them, to help and to comfort. 

Nothing, not those countless hours with Anna, Michael of even baby Finn had prepared him for the heartbreak of hearing his own baby cry. 

"Want to tell me?", he tried once more. 

When he brushed his finger over one of the tear stained cheeks, the baby leaned into his touch, still wailing as if there was no tomorrow. 

“Love, I want to understand you.”, he sighed, “but you have to give me more than that. Otherwise I’ll have to get Mummy.”

And that was the last thing he wanted to do. 

He had heard the women talking about the different types of baby cries, which Ada and Polly had only ever confirmed, and she could probably figure it out at once, but he really didn’t want to have to wake her. 

The days with a young baby were long, and the nights longer still.

Carrying a child, giving birth and nursing - these were all strains Tommy could not help with, but he was determined to do his absolute best when it came to nighttime duties. A few more hours of sleep weren’t the world, but it was the least he could do. 

He wiped at the tears again, only to have his finger caught and immediately brought to the baby’s mouth. 

The sucking was immediate and forceful, the scars of his split knuckles bushed against those pink petalled lips. 

The baby sucked and sucked, and when there was no release in the light of a disappointment, Tommy huffed. 

“No milk but you keep sucking, so you’re not hungry then.”

His baby was smarter than that.

Then he remembered something and brushed his finger against the baby’s gums only to see the little head flinch.

“Your gums, is it?”, he asked. “Why didn’t you say that earlier?”

He thought of giving the baby a droplet of whisky - that had calmed Finn, but he knew a certain someone who’d have his head on a silver platter if he did that. 

“We could just not tell her.”, he thought, his eyes wandering to the crystal carafe once more, but he hated lying to her unless it was absolutely necessary so he had to find something else. And he knew just where.

The kitchen was pitch black when he entered, and the chill of the ice box made goosebumps appear all over his arms and back. 

He muttered a curse under his breath as he gathered a handful of cubes with his bare hand and threw them into a bowl before letting a little water run over it. 

“Shh, shh, nearly there.”, he soothed the fussy baby as he waited for a few moments before dipping a clean cloth into icy water. 

The cold stung as he wrapped the soaking cloth around his finger but it was a pain he just had to bear. 

Compared to the icy water, the warm lips felt almost soothing as his baby began to suck once more.

They repeated the process again and again, Tommy leaning against the kitchen counter and before the ice was fully melted, he felt the weight of a sleepy little head resting against his chest. 

“I knew we’d come to an understanding in the end."

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A Man Is Not His Song - More than a Melody's Needed [1/?]

Series: A Man Is Not His Song

Fandom: MCU

Characters/Pairings: eventual Bucky x female!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: After DC but before Romania, The Winter Soldier wanders, trying to figure out who James Buchanan Barnes was, who he is, and stay hidden from anyone who could be looking for him.

Content Warnings: none this chapter

Additional Notes: This will be a short series – no more than three to five parts. I started this in September, but of course was working on The Brooklyn Boys and then took up Silent Screams in Wildest Dreams and was doing my best to finish the latter while it was still a tiny bit spooky season. I thought this would be a one-shot, but after getting back to this and mulling it over for the past few days, I think it actually is a short series, not just a one-shot. The title for this series (and this chapter) is taken from Feist's A Man Is Not His Song.

“Wait! Stop!”

Within seconds the stranger had crossed the room, had his right hand around your wrist, and the other gloved hand – instead of going for your throat or to cover your mouth or whatever else you expected – half-covered and half-gripped the phone in your hand.

“I’ll leave, just please don’t call anyone.”

“You– “

Your heart was beating out of your chest, adrenaline pumping through your veins, and your hands were trembling, but you saw an undercurrent of fear in the eyes of the hulking man invading your space. Possibly more afraid than you.

“You’re hiding. Who are you running from?”

“I don’t know the full reach of who I’m running from, but they are embedded in a lot of the system, which is why I need you not to call anyone.”

Your brow furrowed, your pulse starting to slow as you studied him.

“Give me an hour before you call. Please.”

You bit your lip. Everything in his look, the strain on his face, it was all desperation and fear. It wasn’t pathetic, clearly the man wasn’t weak or helpless, but it was tense.

You slowly brought your left hand up to rest on top of his right hand which was still gripping your wrist. “I won’t call anyone, and this could be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but stay here if you need to.”

It was his brow furrowing now. “Really?”

“My mom would be screaming that I’ve lost my mind, but my grams and gramps always did a good deed when they could, and this was their cabin. Besides,” you broke off and nodded your head to the other side of the kitchen where your border collie stood, “Knox doesn’t seem to have a problem with you, and he’s a better judge of character than anyone.”

The dog was certainly alert to the situation but seemingly unworried about the stranger, only that the two of you seemed tense.

Slowly he withdrew his hands from their grip on your wrist and your phone, and you each took a step back.

“Now if you’re staying, you can make earn your keep by getting the groceries from the car.”

He still regarded you with suspicion, but he nodded and moved towards the door, glancing once more over his shoulder at you before exiting.

You took a deep shaky breath, leaning against the counter. Your heart had slowed slightly from its racing pace, but it was still beating rapidly. You had no idea who had taken over your body and seemed to handle that in such a cool and collected manner, but whoever she was, at least she kept you from peeing your pants.

You moved quickly from the kitchen to the great room, Knox falling into step with you. There was a blanket near the fireplace along with a journal and a couple of books, a very utilitarian black backpack next to the couch.

Quick checks of the bedrooms made it appear that everywhere else had remained untouched by the stranger. You stepped into the bathroom upstairs and splashed a bit of cool water on your face, then patted your face dry before taking another deep breath and steeling yourself to go back to the kitchen.

The primary reason you’d sent the man out to the car to get the groceries was because he could have used the opportunity to take the car and get away. Yes, you had your keys, but the man had gotten into the secure cabin without any apparent damages, and if he could pick a lock and disarm a security system that quickly, he was on the run and could probably hotwire a car, too, and if you sent him outside to the car, he could make his break for it. You’d rather him take his out now and report the car missing – he would likely abandon it not far from here, and you’d be able to recover it. It’s what you would do… or rather what you would write into the plot for one of your characters on the run to do.

Knox had stuck with you around the house, but he trotted ahead as you returned to the kitchen. Once you entered, you found Knox surreptitiously following the man around as he put away the groceries.

It was a scene that would be mundane if only he weren’t a stranger.

He looked at you every moment or so, a mix between skittish and suspicious. You still felt a little trepidatious, but the fact that this hulking specimen of a man – with a thick neck, a strong jaw, and a chest and arms that were clearly rippling with muscles on muscles that he was trying to keep covered up – was nervous calmed you more and more. If he were deranged, the crazy would be showing more, and if he were a threat, he’d be projecting confidence or danger, right?

“You seem to have things handled here. It’s been a few weeks since anyone’s been around, so I’m going to take care some other things around the cabin.”

You turned on your heel, then paused and looked back over your shoulder at him. “I guess it hasn’t been a few weeks… how long have you been here?”

He looked directly at you as he answered, “Two nights.”

You nodded and then left him there in the kitchen. The cabin had been modestly updated over the many years, so truthfully there wasn’t a long list of things for you to take care of, but you did go check to make sure the water main and hot water heater were on, switched on the two breakers that get switched off between visits, and then went to the stacks on the south side of the house to collect some wood for the fireplace.

Fall in the cabin had always been one of your favorite times. Summer meant trips down to the lakefront, bike rides, family, bonfires, sleep outs under the stars. Winter was cold, snowy, dotted with holidays and weekend getaways, hot coffee, cider, cocoa, tea, lots of toast, and curling up in blankets. Spring was fresh, new, energizing, and anticipation for summer. But fall danced between warm and cool in the way that invited sweaters and a good fire in the fireplace at night but without the bitter cold. Fall was the time when the rest of the world seemed to be getting back to business after summer, but a chance you’d begun to seize each year to get away, sometimes for as long as six or eight weeks, to write and research, away from any distractions, in near solitude as the rest of the family took time off from any holidays or vacations, leaving the cabin completely at your disposal.

After depositing your armful of logs by the fireplace, you began stacking them neatly as your grandfather had shown you and your brother as kids. It also put you near those volumes you’d clocked earlier, and now you could see it’s not a journal and some books, but two journals and three books – one about World War II, one on the Korean War, and one about the rise and fall of the Iron Curtain. As a writer, you knew the signs of research someone is invested in when you saw it. You could tell one journal was full due to how worn it was – not old, but thoroughly used already – and the other next to it had a pen resting a few pages into it, keeping it from closing flat. You burned to reach for the journals but held yourself back only with great restraint.

You could tell the stranger hadn’t made a fire of any kind, which early October certainly called for, but which made sense if he was hiding. Smoke from a chimney that wasn’t expected to be occupied could have had one of the remote neighbors calling or stopping by. The other cabins weren’t close, but it was the type of place where the neighbors generally knew each other, had a couple of summer bonfires together, and this cabin had been in your family for a few generations.

Luckily it wasn’t too cold for the season yet, but after dark you would be glad for the heat, and so you got to making a fire since it would take a few hours for the heat to generate true warmth through the cabin. Once you got a small but strong fire going, you carefully staked in a few more logs so it would be sustainable for a few hours.

You returned to the kitchen, following the smell of beef stew and warm bread. The stranger was slowly stirring a pot on the stove, and he turned his head to nod at you as you entered. You stopped at the very edge of the counter, still giving him some space.

“So, what’s your name?” you ask.

“James,” he answers.

James was such a generic name it could be fake, but you weren’t going to press it.

You offered up your name as well. Only your first name.

After watching him for another moment, you spoke again. “Why does my dog already like you more than me, James?”

He lets out an almost laught that’s more of a huff. “I think he’s cautiously wary. Hasn’t moved from that spot watching me.”

You smiled, then bent down and held your hand out for Knox, and he immediately sauntered over for some pats and ear scratches. It did appear he’d been watching James, but your dog didn’t seem overly concerned with the presence of the stranger anymore.

You moved to the sink to wash your hands, and Knox moved back to the spot he routinely took up in the kitchen (the spot James said he’d been watching from). James pulled the bread from the oven and began cutting into hearty slices. You started puling bowls, plates, glasses, and silverware out and set the table for two. Within a few minutes, you were both seated at the table, James dishing up servings of the stew to each of your bowls while you started buttering a slice of the warm bread. Knox had come over to lay quietly under the table at your feet.

The dinner started in silence, and you could feel him glancing up to look at you as much as you were at him. You were so eager to launch a thousand questions at him, but you didn’t want him to bolt. As dangerous and idiotic as this was logically – keeping a stranger on the run in your cabin in the woods during the off-season – you were caught in the curiosity of it now.

And even though you had come to the woods to get away from everyone, now that there was someone here, maybe you didn’t want to be so completely alone after all.

His first few looks over at you had been true glances, quick, clocking, assessing. After a few more minutes, you could feel a first and then second longer, more speculative looks, and you refrained from your looks, letting him take you in, willing him to feel more at ease in your presence.

The third time he really looked at you though, you smiled and looked openly back at him. He didn’t seem to be alarmed or bothered by you meeting his gaze, and he did not return your smile, but his expression seemed to soften slightly in the eyes.

“Okay,” you started, “I want to know why you picked this place and what you’ve figured out about my family since you’ve been here for a couple of days.”

He continued to slowly chew his mouthful of stew, his eyes narrowing just a fraction as he regarded your face, no doubt trying to assess your tactics, see if there was a trap to dodge.

“Answer my two queries, and then you can ask me two of your own,” you offer.

He nodded, swallowed, then started to answer. 

“The cabins here are remote but accessible to civilization, and spread out enough out here in the forest to be private. This one looked inauspicious and the back porch has heavy tree cover on both sides, which allows for slipping in and out without drawing attention.”

“Oh.” Of course, the trees your grandparents had put in to provide plenty of privacy so the family could always relax without worrying about prying eyes from any neighbors meant perfect seclusion. You wouldn’t suggest to the family that you thin the trees at all, but it was clearly time for an exterior camera system to be able to keep tabs on the place when no one was around.

“Your grandparents built the cabin in 1972, brought their kids often. A large addition was made ten or twelve years ago that corelates with the architecture, but it’s clearly newer and doubled the size of the cabin, and it tracks with the number of family members that grew in the photos on the walls. Your grandparents spent their full summers here in their retirement years. Now that they’re gone, the four sons they left behind still occupy the full summer season here, but only with all of you here at the same time for Independence Day. Your father is the oldest; the cabin was left to him, though he generously lets any of the family use it. The pantry is generally well-stocked with a mix of home-canned and shelf-stable foods. There’s an extensive game closet, and the study is a smaller room, but it has a decent library started by your grandfather and an old desk that looks like it’s been used routinely over the years.”

You nod as he makes each of his correct assertions.

“One of your uncles is a photographer. Your grandfather wrote history. There’s another family author with a featured spot on the wall, but your genre is historical fiction, specifically the American Revolution.”

You sit back in your chair a bit and drum your fingers on the table before breaking your eye contact and deciding to reach for another slice of bread.

“You’re correct on all accounts.”

“I know.”

“So how did you-“

“No,” he cuts you off. “It’s not your turn to ask questions anymore.”

Your shake your head but close your mouth. When he doesn’t immediately pose his questions, you push your chair back from the table, going to retrieve a jar of your favorite jam from the cupboard.

After sitting back down, he still didn’t speak, but you see he has filled his bowl with more stew. You spread a smooth layer of butter over you bread, then covered it with a layer of the jam. Knox shifted at your feet, content to rest and wait, but you knew his movement indicated he was hopeful either of you will drop something to the floor for him.

“What are you writing?”

You groaned, then swallowed the bite of bread you’d just taken. “Did my editor send you? That’s exactly what she’d like to know, too.”

Rather than pressing you for more, he let the topic sit with you, but in a way that indicated he was waiting for you to say more. It’s a behavior you would soon become familiar with from him, though you didn’t know it then.

“Did you read any of my stuff?”

He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow, and you saw the spark of mirth in his eyes.

“Right,” you responded and rolled your eyes. “Not my turn for questions.”

He nodded, then continued eating, eyes on you.

“I would be more annoyed if I weren’t a little impressed at your commitment to the bit.”

“You still haven’t answered.”

“Because I’m not writing anything right now. The research in the time period is just as interesting as it always has been, but I don’t have a story that’s pulling my curiosity yet. No spark, no intrigue, no inspiration.”

You let silence flow between you again and took the moments to finish off your slice of bread. You debated internally for a moment, but then reached for another slice, layering it with butter and jam, cut it down the middle and offered half of it to James just as he was setting his spoon down.

“Here, I can’t eat the whole thing.”

He took it without comment but studied it for a moment, then he turned his piercing blue eyes back to you.

“What makes you so comfortable around me?”

Your stomach flipped. Truly you weren’t comfortable around him, but you didn’t feel unsafe. He made you nervous, but – stupid or not – it wasn’t for the logical reason of him being a total stranger who could murder you at any moment. No, it had nothing to do with that and everything to do with the dark hair that hung slightly across his face, his strong jaw, the muscles barely concealed by his layered shirts, and especially in the way his eyes looked at you as if he were looking into you, not just at you.

You realized you’d taken too long to answer, and you hoped he didn’t notice your cheeks heat slightly. “Like I said before, Knox has always been a good judge of character,” you quickly said. It was true, and your dog seemed just as much at ease with him as with you and many of your close family and friends. “He’s extremely well-behaved, but he’s not content and at ease with everyone he meets.”

“Hmm,” he hummed.

“And now I can ask you more questions,” you said with a grin.

He finally broke off his eye contact again, turning it to the bread and jam in his hand. “I’d much rather listen to you talk,” he admitted. Then he took a bite, and his eyes immediately closed, and he moaned as he chewed and then swallowed.

You laughed lightly. “So, you like it?”

He opened his eyes again and shot what could be considered a glare at you. “It shouldn’t be this good.”

You watched him fight with quickly devouring the rest of it and trying to slowly savor each bite. He then reached for the last slice of bread that had been put out for dinner, buttered it, and slathered it with an even layer of jam.

You grinned, but pushed away from the table, grabbing your dishes to take them to the sink. “I should take Knox out for his evening walk before it gets too late.”

Hearing his name and the word out, Knox was quick to get up and follow you.

“I’ll clear dinner,” James said.

You nodded, then headed out of the kitchen. You ran upstairs and rifled through your bags to get your favorite sweatshirt and threw it on. At the back door, you slipped into your boots and put the harness and leash on a very patient Knox, then headed out into the crisp evening air. It was just hitting twilight, and you and Knox both were keen for a long stretch of your legs after the afternoon’s long drive up to the cabin. You also needed to walk off some of the lingering adrenaline and nervous energy from the presence of your unexpected guest.

Your adventurous dog was always up for a long walk, but by the time you finally returned, he seemed to perk up seeing the cabin back in his sights. By that time you’d also worked out why you were amenable to bunkering down with your strange intruder.

Listlessness.

Your life was good, but you were languishing in a period of dullness. Nothing new, no relationship, lacking inspiration in your writing, feeling more like you were treading water in your life than making any progress. There wasn’t anything bad, hardly anything to even complain about, but nothing noteworthy.

As reckless and dangerous as it was to allow a stranger who had broken into a cabin in the woods to continue staying with you, you craved a little reckless danger in your soul. You had Knox, your phone, and your intuition.

And your intuition was certainly aware of the situation, but when you replayed that first minute with him, where he could have easily overpowered or hurt you and didn’t, and you saw that fear in his eyes when he pled with you simply not to call anyone because he was trying to stay hidden, you felt this was a reasonable risk.

But not if you thought about it too much.

It was what it was.

He could have left in the commotion of your arrival out one of the other doors or probably any of the windows. He could have left when you went to check around the house – twice. Instead, he unloaded the groceries and made dinner.

Even if you’d caught him off guard initially and then he’d only stayed to fuel up one last time with the dinner, your evening walk with Knox had given him ample time to either escape or set a proper trap for you, and so you’d know what fate lay before you as soon as you got back inside.

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Seeing Stars Part 1

Part 1 of 27 - now completed!

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Star

Summary:  A new girl with a mysterious air to her and a questionable past comes to Hawkins. She's armed with a gauntlet of jewelry and the sharpest wit Eddie's ever come across. After a chance encounter at a party, Eddie becomes a bit smitten with her. The problem is, she's an unreadable brick wall when she's sober. Will Eddie's attentive persistence help him break down the walls she's put up to protect herself from not getting hurt? Or will Eddie be the one who ends up with wounds to hide? A story about learning lessons the hard way when it comes to letting people in. Vulnerability and honesty will always be rewarded. Even if it doesn't feel that way at first.

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Warnings/Triggers: Introductory Chapter. FLIRTING. Undeniable chemistry. Mystery. Eddie turns on his charm and flirts. Self-deprecating humor.

It was a hot summer night, the heat coming off the asphalt as he made his way up the driveway to the front door. This would probably be the last party of the summer before school started back. Since it wasn’t being thrown by a high schooler, Eddie was inclined to go. He hoped there’d be good drinks and weed since things had been slim since Rick had gone to jail. He wasn’t excited for school to start back, only eager to get it the fuck over with this time. The third time’s a charm after all.

The house was full of moving bodies, a good stereo system pumping out music and writhing bodies in the living room gathered and rubbing against one another. Large men ran around screaming, some naked some with lampshades on their heads. One was running and holding a bra like a flag with a girl holding her naked chest and chasing after him.

Not immediately knowing anyone Eddie moves slowly through the house and gets a feel for things. He knew who owned the house but didn’t see them anywhere. They were probably behind a locked door with at least one girl and he was feeling a little lonely truth be told.

He made his way to the kitchen, waved, and nodded hello as he grabbed a beer and downed it quicker than he meant to, but hey, he wasn’t paying for it.

He was never much for dancing. He likes to play music or experience it with giant headphones while laying in bed. But the people on the floor seemed to not be able to relate. Most were vaguely familiar, the town not being huge made it easy to keep track of people. There were some usual suspects and a smattering of new faces. A few girls stood out, most connected at the hip with a guy except for one who was dancing up on another girl.

After a song or two of not terrible but not his taste in songs he figures he’ll call it a bust. He tried and now he could go back home and retreat and nurse his wounded ego.

He stiff-shouldered his way through the dance floor, a direct line to the kitchen with his head down and eyes forward. A body suddenly is shoved into him, a girl. The one that had been working her seductive charms on the dance floor from before. The beers they held got knocked and poured over both of them. Whatever was left in the can the girl threw in a larger man’s face.

“I SAID FUCK OFF!” She shouted, throwing the now empty beer can at his head. Eddie wasn’t a fighter but he also wasn’t going to stand and let someone hit a woman. He put his arm out in front of her and stood between them. The drunken man looked past him and shook his head.

“Not worth it, you fuckin skank.”

“I said no you fuckin missing link looking mother fucker!” She shouted over Eddie's shoulder moving from behind him.

“Hey! Hey!” He grabbed her shoulders to keep her from going forward further. As soon as he switched her attention he could tell she was drunk.

“Oh shit.” She said her face falling from anger to curiosity. She saw the soaked shirt sticking to his skin and looks down at her chest realizing she was in the same situation. “Aw fuck the beer. Some ASSHOLE doesn’t know what no means.” She screamed the insult again at the guy that was now out of sight.

“C’mon let’s go try to soak some of this up, huh?” He suggested, eyes darting from her chest to the direction the guy had went. A soaked white muscle shirt and no bra left little to the imagination. She grumbled and knocked his hands off her shoulders.

“Fine.” She groaned as he held out his hand for her. She sighed then reluctantly takes it as he led her to the kitchen to grab a roll of paper towels and then head outside. He figured she needed a break from the stuffy smokey air of the house. He wrapped a few circles of paper towel and handed it off to her, she grumbled as she squeezed her shirt, wringing out the beer.

“At least your shirts black.” She finally talks to him instead of ignoring him.

“Huh?”

“Your shirt. It’s black. The beer won’t stain it.” She states obviously, looking up to meet his gaze for the first time. She had a set of green, intimidating but pretty eyes. She showed no hesitation of shyness as she looked him over head to toe while wringing her ancient men's muscle tank out with a graphic of a car in it that was so worn you could barely make out what it was. “I like your shirt.” She admits. “Dio. Fuckin metal. I dig it.” She gives an approving nod before returning her eyes to her project of drying herself off.

“Oh?” His voice cracked with surprise, both half bent forward and squeezing at their shirts. “You like Dio?”

“Hell yeah dude.” She nods approvingly. “So you’re like what? A metal head?” She saw the wallet chain and the black jeans with rips and tears. He wore hard silver jewelry and a hardy belt buckle. It all screamed metal head. “Not seen many of your type around here.”

“What gave me away?” He smirked. He saw her eyes focus for a moment on his face. She liked that.

“Only ya know. Everything.” She huffed out a sound that was almost a laugh. “Shirt. Pretty fuckin obvious.” She held out her hand to motion toward it, she tossed the now wad of paper towards an overflowed garbage can. She fanned herself with a tug of her shirt in an attempt to air it out. “The hair. Definitely.” Without any mind to any personal space, she reached out to touch his messy waves and gave them a slight tug. “Matches my hair almost.” She tilted her head in consideration, moving to bend over and shake her hands in her hair and flip it back over. Her dirty blonde hair with its shaggy layers and bangs was cut very similarly to his. “That face doesn’t look metal though.” She shook her head and gave his chin a light grab for a split second. “Don’t see many pretty boys listening to metal.” He openly laughed at her statement which made her brows raise on her face.

“Oh, you’re… serious?” He blinked rapidly at her confused expression.

“Usually am.” She nodded.

“Sorry.” He held up his hands in his defense. “Never thought I’d hear someone call me a pretty boy.” He laughed.

She tilted her head, weight shifting to one leg on a propped-out hip. She studied him again.

“Bad eyesight common around here?” She smirked this time and saw him get flustered. She liked that too. “HEY BLONDIE!?” She shouted to a girl by the kitchen door. “Throw us a few beers?” This blondie must’ve been afraid of her because she scurried and tossed the beers from a distance like this girl might bite. Eddie blushed a little deeper with that thought in his head. “You mean a good lookin' and nice guy like you isn’t swimming in pussy? In a place like this? Where everyone’s an uptight asshole who could be in a fuckin' Sears catalog?”

“Can’t say I am.” He chuckled and cracked open the beer. “You aren’t from around here are you?”

“Nope.” She shook her head and took a big swig. “Just moved here two months ago.” She finished the beer and opened another after crushing the can against her hip. Eddie looked her over, a bit in shock from the experience.

“Where’d you move from?” He asked, genuinely curious. She started patting her hips and ass, looking around at herself, and then let out a defeated sigh.

“You got a cigarette? I don’t know if I smoked all mine or if someone took them.” She grumbled and pulled a lighter with little moons and stars out of the front pocket of her worn bell-bottom jeans. They were decorated with patches over the holes she’d worn in them. There was a giant star on the ass of them, some smiley faces, and flower patches with one that was simply a middle finger. Some she’d sewn over or put scraps of fabric under the holes if it was anywhere that would’ve shown her ass since she wasn’t someone who wore underwear often.

“Yeah.” He declares without hesitation, handing her one and taking one for herself.

“Thanks.” She muttered with her between her lips before taking a drag. “Where you think I moved from?” She challenged. He took the opportunity to look her over without fear of pissing her off. Her jeans came down low on her body, the muscle tank showing off a soft stomach that bowed out to rounded hips. A collection of keychains and keys hooked to one of her belt loops. A daisy, moon, star, and a rabbit's foot clinked against her wide hips. He thought since she came off so bold she wouldn’t mind if he respectfully intruded on her space. He reached for a rectangular keychain and lightly turned it to see what it said on it.

“My guess is Chicago.” He gave her a charming smile that almost earned him one in return. Despite being very drunk, she still wasn’t about to give that away.

“And smart too.” She nods approvingly.

“Art institute huh? Did you go there?”

“It’s a museum.” She corrected. “And no, I’m doomed to repeat my last year due to a series of unfortunate events.” She wiggled her forearm stacked in bangles and beads almost up to her elbow. He hadn’t even noticed, the bracelets doing a good job at camouflaging burn scars that covered her forearm and came down onto her hand.

“I’m repeating my senior year too.” He opts not to pry.

“No shit?” She sounded genuinely surprised. “You don’t seem like you’d be in high school still. Seem too… grown up.” She motioned outwardly with her hand.

“Could say the same for you.”

“If you’re repeating I guess those skills of deduction don’t translate to school. Are you a bad boy? Get suspended and have to repeat?” She spoke with such confidence it astounded him. She wasn’t full of shit like most people he spoke to that tried to get a read on him. It was like they spoke the same language. No small talk. Honest. He was intrigued, to say the least.

“No just stupid.” He states deadpan and he finally got a smile out of her.

“I don’t agree. I think you’re full of shit on that one, man. You’ve got enough sense to not piss me off. Yet. So you can’t be stupid. Dumb maybe.” She shrugged and looked him up and down with a flirtatious bat of her lashes. “But if you’re cute enough dumb works.”

“Is it working?” He asked with an extension of his hands.

“Mmm.” She responds like she has to consider it a moment. She took him by the chin and looked his face over. “I think so.” She took another drag and kept studying his face. “You ever heard of Waterhouse?”

“Is that… a bar or something?”

“Oh yeah, dumb for sure.” She cooed at him with pooched lips. A tiny smack to his cheek before leaning back away from him. He felt a flutter in his chest and one much lower in his balls at the soft assault. “But cute.” She offered in condolence.

“I’ll take it.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Waterhouse is... was -he's dead as fuck- an English painter. John William Waterhouse. Part of the pre-raphaelite brotherhood style of painting. He painted a lot of women, Greek mythology.” She talked with her hands, a jingling of stone rings and bracelets with the cloud of undulating smoke off the bright red cherry in her quickly shrinking cigarette.

“Never heard of him. Sorry.”

“No art club in Hawkins?”

“Yeah but that’s not really my crowd.”

“Shame.” She purses her lips. “You look like someone he’d paint.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. The strong nose, soft eyes, defined lips. Especially that hair.” She outlines him while she speaks with her finger like she was drawing him. “Turn sideways.” She asks and he happily obliged. “Oh yeah, a romanticism face if there ever was one. Beautiful profile, man.” She spoke of him like he was a statue being studied and it gave him mixed feelings that were jumbling in his stomach.

“Thanks?”

“Not much for compliments, huh? Me either.” She adds, looking down to lick her foot at nothing. “If it helps I draw. Or paint or whatever you wanna call it. I do artsy shit.” She shrugged. “So when I see something interesting I wanna draw it.”

“Dumb but interesting.” He nods, moving his weight back on his heels.

“You’ve really never had anyone tell you anything like this?” She sounded genuinely surprised.

“Fuck no.” He laughed. “Must be a bigger difference in people here and in cities than I thought. I thought everyone was stupid assholes no matter where you went.”

“That’s not not true.” She agreed. “People are more open-minded and mind their own fucking business because you have real problems in a city. So you get weirdos like me that wanna draw strangers.” She amused herself with her response. She was being entirely too nice. “Like people here are all over that devil worshiping shit because they're more concerned with things like where their next meal is coming from.”

“You’re telling me.” He rolled his eyes.

“I wore a crystal necklace the other day and some old blue hair in the grocery store asked if I worshipped the devil.”

“No one says much to my face but plenty behind my back.” He adds.

“I gave her the horns.” She raised her hands into the symbol. “And told her yes I did and she was on my list to give to my master to curse now for not minding her own fucking business.” She smiles proudly and he laughed.

“Probably shit her depends.” Eddie chuckled.

“I hope so.” she shook her head animatedly.

“That’s the same approach I take at school. You scare 'em. They call you a freak. They’re usually too worried to mess with you much.”

“Better to rule with fear than love.” She says dramatically. “Wolves don’t fear the sheep after all.”

To say he was taken aback, was an understatement. He was downright smitten. He was probably about to say something stupid, something about how smart she was. But he was interrupted by a man’s voice calling out to her and her giving a wave of acknowledgment.

“Looks like my rides here.” She kicked a beer can into the same pile as before.

“Oh, your boyfriend?” Eddie turned to see a large older guy looking annoyed and motioning for her to hurry up.

She gave him a subtle smile. “What if he was?” She narrowed her eyes at him as she came closer.

“I-“ he didn’t know how to respond. Honestly? “I’d hope he was good to you?” She stopped mid-step, at his side to look him directly in the eye.

“I bet you’d be good to me wouldn’t you pretty boy?” He stuttered at the sudden intimate attention. “I’ll see you around.” She added reassuringly a slight wink before walking away.

“COME ON!” The guy shouted again.

“Keep your panties on I’m comin!” She yelled back as she flipped him off. She turned back around to look over her shoulder. “He’s my brother by the way!” She shouted across the yard, turning to walk backward as she knew this cute new guy would be watching her walk away. Her ass looked far too good in these jeans and he was no saint even if he did seem like a decent guy. She didn’t want to crush the sweetie's heart too much after all. If she did end up wanting to fuck one of these townies she didn’t want to have to get through him hating her to do it.

He’s relieved immediately.

“Shit.” He mutters with sudden realization. “WHAT'S YOUR NAME?” He shouted as she walked back into the house, but she didn’t hear him over the chatter and music. He jogged after her but he didn’t see her in the crowded house.

He’d met a girl, an oddity in and of itself. And one he was so interested in. Even odder, she found him interesting. And he didn’t even get her name. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was dumb.

—

Eddie’s brain was usually in a tizzy of many different interests all fighting for his attention at once. It’d made him good at a lot of things but daydreaming about the nameless girl wasn’t making him good at anything except maybe jerking off more.

The first day of school comes and he’s wide-eyed and observant. Looking for the shaggy dirty blonde with the great rack and even better banter. The day goes and he doesn’t see her. A week goes by. The same. A month broke him and he lost hope. Maybe she’d been lying. Maybe she was a hallucination and his drink was spiked. He returned his focus to his attempts to graduate and build his D and D club.

-

“Heard there’s a new girl comin'.” Jeff announced as he set down at the lunch table.

“And why do we care?” He adds not looking up from his work. He scribbled in his notebook preoccupied with the campaign he’d been working on.

“I mean, nothing ever happens here, we’ve been looking at the same girls for years.”

“Yeah because I’m sure you have a chance.” Gareth rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be a dick, you don’t know. She could be into this.”

“I heard she’s a senior.” Dustin, one of the newest members of the club adds in.

“Older woman, nice.” Jeff grinned.

“I heard she’s weird.” Mike, the other initiate added.

“You’d know.” Eddie jabs without looking his way and the older guys chuckle.

“I heard that she’s a criminal. Got kicked out of her old school.” This bit of information made Eddie listen to the conversation.

“Yeah, she’s been in town over the summer and been quite the topic of conversation in the church group.“

“Like we need more heat right now.” Jeff sighed.

“I heard she burned her old school down.” Dustin whispered.

“Oh come on.” Eddie looked up and rolled his eyes.

“That’s what I heard!” He holds his hands up defensively.

“She sounds crazy.” Jeff shook his head.

“Yeah, but crazy can be really hot.” Gareth grinned

“Psh! Like you could handle crazy.” Jeff shoved his shoulder.

“That seems more like Eddie’s area of expertise,” Dustin commented, half-joking and half-testing the waters.

“Oh yeah.” Gareth laughed.

“You don’t even know. One time this total smoke show tied him up and-“

Eddie cleared his throat loudly and shot a glare at Jeff.

Jeff shut his mouth and his posture sank.

“Oh come on, you can’t start a story like that and not finish it!” Dustin complained.

“Maybe when you’re older.” Eddie says patronizingly.

“I’m the one who has a girlfriend, none of you losers do!” He defends himself.

“Hey! I do!” Mike interjected.

“How am I supposed to grow as a man if I don’t learn about this shit from you guys?”

“When we aren’t in public…” Eddie whips his finger around to emphasize how they were surrounded by people. “You can learn about the intricacies of BDSM. Kay?” He tilted his head, and the face of a stern father shot at Dustin.

“Maybe start with just… like… how to grab some boobs.” The acronym gave Dustin a little bit of a scare. Sure the themes ran through the media they consumed but not even having had sex before he wasn’t ready to learn about scary black leather kinks.

This made Eddie crack a smile and reach to pat the boy's shoulder.

“Good to know your limits, Henderson. You’re learning already.”

-

In front of the school in a little courtyard, plenty of students were gathered around picnic tables before school started that day. The Hellfire Club was no exception. Eddie sat on the tabletop, feet on the bench, elbows to his knees as he glared and watched people.

His attention was drawn by a growing spot of yellow. The thump of bass slowly drew everyone’s attention as the car swung into the parking lot, a hard brake before sitting for a few seconds, enough time for everyone to stop and stare at the loud music and unfamiliar car. There was guitar but Eddie couldn’t place it being far away and muffled from the steel.

“That an old Road Runner?” Gareth asked, sharing an interest in cars with Eddie.

“Yeah 60 something.” Eddie's attention was piqued at the decades-old car. Most kids had a recent hand-me-down from their parents except for a few muscle car enthusiasts that had built their cars from the ground up at the school.

“I don’t know of any of the guys from shop working on one of those.” He adds, them looking to the car for answers just like everyone else.

The door opened and to everyone’s surprise, a girl stepped out. She stood out in her hippie aesthetic with some dark sunglasses on. She was half bent, not even out of the car when she noticed everyone staring at her. Eddie could see her sigh, a big rise and fall of her shoulders as she exposed the rest of her body, grabbing a knitted cross-body bag and putting it on before standing against the side of her car.

“Holy shit.” Eddie exhales, posture now straight and capturing the attention of his friends. He recognized the same shaggy bangs, a fluff of choppy hair around her face now pulled into a braid. She dug around her purse and lit a cigarette. He saw the gauntlet of bracelets, sun glinting off her layered necklaces and stacked rings. She was more covered up this time, a long paisley skirt, a white top covered with a knitted cardigan hanging loose around her. He knew it was the girl from the party.

“Check out the rack on that one.” One of the older guys says quietly. She had her hand on her hip and the other holding a cigarette showing a bra-less full figure under her tight ribbed shirt. Whether from nerves or cold her nipples pushed through prominently and every girl looked to their gawking boyfriends. A smack to their arms before a noise of disgust. The crowd slowly came back to life, started moving and taking again and Eddie was on his feet.

“Bless the bra-burning feminists” another guy chuckles.

Without a word, Eddie started toward her.

“Eddie? Dude?” They called out, he ignored them.

“What the fuck is he doing?” They whispered. Eddie wasn’t short on charisma when he wanted to be, but he wasn’t the approach a stranger with no plan type.

She was looking at a folded-up piece of paper, he could see her brow low behind the hard rim of the sunglasses.

“Hey!” He says with a friendly tone. One he didn’t use often.

She startles and jumps a little before her lips purse and she looks up to see him now only a few feet away. She says nothing. She’s blinking in confusion as to why he’s approached her, his look so hard but his smile so soft.

“Is everyone here as enthusiastic as you?” Her nose twitched in annoyance at his brightness.

“I uh, No?” he stuttered out, clearly confused.”You don’t remember me?” He offers hesitantly, hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other jammed into his pocket.

She lowers her glasses with her fingers, an up and down look that resembled the one she’d given him before.

“Should I?” She asked. His heart sank into his stomach.

“Uh. We met at a party over the summer?” He talks with his hands and she keeps her eyes on his face.

She let out a long sigh and let the silence hang heavy.

“We talked about Waterhouse?” His nose scrunched showing his disappointment.

“Hmm.” She chewed her lip. “That sounds like me.”

“You said I had uh… face like a painting?”

She puts her paper down and gives her full attention to him.

“You do.” She nodded. “I’m afraid that I spent the majority of my summer here being as not sober as possible.” She took a drag. “To answer your question, no I don’t remember you.” She shrugged. “So, either I’m sorry or you're welcome.” She offered with the hand that held the cigarette.

“Oh we didn’t… you didn’t...” he shook his hands and his head.

“Oh, honey I didn’t think we fucked.” Her shoulders moved with a hint of laughter. “But I am… friendly when I drink.”

“Not so much when you’re sober huh?” He nodded his head her way and she tilted hers in response. Now she was intrigued.

“You got it.” She pointed a finger gun his way.

He nodded, he tried to keep his face as neutral as possible but his disappointment in her was clear. It gave her an odd guilty feeling she wasn’t accustomed to.

“Listen. Do you know where room 305 is?” She held out the paperwork she’d been given for where to report to and when.

“Yeah, that’s the west wing.” He lazily gestures his arm to that side of the building.

“It’s nothing personal you know. If I talked to you about art that tells me you’re not an asshole at the very least.” She offered him the consolation which was more than she usually did. He only nodded in response, clearing his throat. “If you don’t hate me, and if you do - totally fine. Not the first or last time it’ll happen- would you show me where these are?” She handed off the paper to him and it was a bigger gesture than he realized.

He took it from her and stepped closer, annoyed that she smelled so good.

“We have some classes together actually.” His voice sounded deeper as she studied his familiar face as he concentrated, his brow lowering over some impressive big brown eyes.

“Senior too?”

“Yeah. We’re both repeating it.” He handed it back to her.

“I told you that?”

“Yeah. You told me a lot.” His face didn’t look as mad now.

“How about you show me around and catch me up on what I already know about you...?” She held her hand out to him for his name.

“Eddie.” He took her hand to shake. She was impressed he didn’t look at her scars. “I never got your name though.”

“That sounds like me.” She made fun of her closed-off nature. “It’s Star.”

“Star?”

“Like in the sky?“ she acted confused as to how he didn’t understand her.

“Yeah, I got that.” He let out a soft laugh. “Never met anyone with that name.”

“This is where I’d say we’ll you haven’t met me before. But I can’t really say that can I?”

“No, you cannot.” He gave her the same charming smile he has that night that seemed to work on her. It wasn’t as obvious this time around, but he liked to think it worked on her now too.

“Well, Eddie.” She adjusted her bag and crushed her cigarette. “You wanna give me the tour of this shit hole?” This elicited a bigger more genuine grin from him.

“Yeah. I’ll show you where we go to smoke.” His tone was more hopeful now.

“I wanted to see the library actually.” He stopped their short stroll and gave her an odd look.

“I’m joking.” she answered flatly. She lightly shoved his arm. “C‘mon and show me where I can be a delinquent in peace.”

-

She learned a few things fast. That most everyone was as dull as she expected. That the guy that had spoken with her was curiously called a freak and rumored to be the leader of a satanic cult: where was the ring to propose she thought, chuckling to herself. Everyone was nosy as hell and asked the most intrusive questions all fueled by rumors about her that had already made their way around despite her not even being there. The vibe was different from the schools in the city. People didn’t give a shit there. She had to deal with dentist white teethed girls with high ponytails trying to induct her into their causes and clubs and taste the fakery in the air as they did so. By lunch, she was exhausted.

-

“What’s she like?”

“What’s her name?”

“Do you know her?”

He’s bombarded with questions at lunch and he doesn’t care to answer many of them.

“The balls on you, man. Just walked right up to her. My man.” He gets a slap on the arm he answers with a tight-lipped glare.

“Her name is Star.” He answers simply. “We have some classes together and I showed her where they were. The best places to hide and smoke. The essentials.”

“Show her anything under the bleachers?” He’s grinned at wickedly.

“No.” He rolls his eyes. “Why aren’t you asking anyone else that’s spoken to her today that huh? Why are you riding my dick about it?”

“Jesus dude.”

“Touchy.” are grumbled in response.

“If you’re going to keep looking at her maybe just invite her over?” Dustin asked with a superior look on his face, not looking at Eddie when he turned to him.

“You wouldn’t want her to sit with us.”

“Why not? You took us in when we were new and didn’t have anyone.”

“She’s not some freshman.” Eddie dismisses with his hand. “Plus she’s… “ he chuckled lightly. “She’s a little mean.”

“If we can deal with you we can handle some girl.”

“She’s not like me.” Eddie shakes his head knowingly. He’d gotten to talk to her plenty now and saw how she interacted with others. She wasn’t who she had been at the party. She was closed off like a brick wall. “She’ll see right through your bullshit.” She’d made so many people clutch their pearls in class that he was a little jealous of how sharp she was. He liked scaring people but it was cheap thrills. She didn’t scare them she shocked them. And by reading right into their insecurity. He was envious.

“He’s probably right. She gives off a real… don’t mess with me vibe.”

“See? Wheeler gets it.”

“But you did mess with her. This morning.” Gareth shakes his head at Eddie.

“No, I didn’t. I said hello and showed her around. I wasn’t giving her the fake ‘welcome to the best school in the world, you’ll love it here. Let’s be friends’ spiel.” He spoke in a very mocking way.

“So be honest or avoid her?” Dustin clarifies.

“Basically.” Eddie pops another pretzel into his mouth.

“Noted.”

“You’re more full of shit than any of us.” Jeff directs at Eddie.

“The fuck I am.” Eddie scrunches his face.

“You’re always scaring people and shit and you’re not actually like that.”

“They wanna be scared, man. I look different. They like thinking different things are bad and scary. They don’t want to expand their minds to find out people that don’t look like them aren’t actually evil.” He wiggles his fingers like he was telling a ghost story.

“That makes you full of shit.”

“No. I’m doing a service to myself to weed out the conformists. If they agree I’m scary and worship the devil then I know they’re stupid and I get to avoid them. Makes things easier.”

“Like wearing your band t-shirt. If someone likes it you know they’re cool.”

“That’s a bit reversed but yeah same idea.”

“So is she cool?” Dustin asks, he’s motioning to the corner of the lunchroom where Star sat alone.

“Yeah.” Eddie nods, moving his head as little as possible her way but looking with his eyes. “She’s cool.”

Meanwhile, Star is across the cafeteria trying to be left alone and get some ideas out of her head into her journal. She’d had about the day she’d expected but these damn small-town people were a lot more persistent than she thought. Every other white girl had to try to save her and be her friend. She preferred the ones that were a bitch to her. She at least could insult them and move along.

“You know if you sat with someone they’d leave you alone?” She hears the familiar voice of Eddie who moves to sit at the head of the table next to her.

“Then how would I get you to sit with me?” She asked with her signature subtle facial expressions he was learning. She was once again, yanking his chain.

“Your wish is my command” he said with open arms.

“Oh fuck off” she almost laughed, he saw it. He laughed for her, a comfortable reaction to her now. He’d been the only one to pick up on her sense of humor. She looked back down into her journal to finish a thought before another shadow came over her.

“Hi! I’m Cassie!” A very bubbly girl stayed as she approached.

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Skipper.” Star held out a bejeweled hand. “Go on back to Barbie and save us both some time. We aren’t going to be friends. I don’t want to join your club. That about cover it?” She sighed and gave the girl a tight-lipped smile.

There was that face Eddie envied. Total shock. With a disgruntled noise, the girl turned and walked away.

“Damn you’re good.” Eddie said softly.

“I’m just honest.” She sighed. “I keep telling people that and they don’t believe me. It’s a dry sarcasm or the truth. If you can’t figure it out that’s on you.” She wasn’t speaking directly to Eddie but he knew what she meant.

“People been giving you any grief?”

“To be so far north it feels like southern hospitality Without the perk of Moonshine or comfort food.” She explained. “Mostly a lot of that.” She motioned to where the girl had stood. “Which is whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “Better than questions.”

“Pretty soon they’ll figure out you aren’t here to assimilate and they’ll leave you be.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” She opened the journal again, angling it away from him. “What was the name of that album you were talking about this morning?” She asked again with a more expressive face. She saw his light up at the fact she remembered it at all. She had set the bar pretty low.

“Oh. This one?” He turned to show the back of his vest.

“Right. The patch.” She hit her forehead. “Last In Line. Got it.”

“You’re gonna try it out?”

“Wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t. I loved the first album I might as well.”

“You listen to a lot of metal?”

“I listen to a lot of music. In general.” She points to the headphones around her neck. “Makes you look less approachable which is a big perk.”

“What other stuff are you into?”

“A lot of 60s and 70s.”

“Ah.” He says with a nod.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Ah?” She mocked his drawn-out tone.

“The clothes. The car. You’re into retro stuff.”

“Yeah. I like it better than what’s going on now. But the car is technically my brothers.”

“He’s got good taste.”

“He does.” She agrees.

“He work on cars? You don’t see many of those on the road.”

“He works at the car plant. He’s a mechanic so he’s always doing something.”

“That why you move? He get a job offer or something?”

“No.” Is her flat answer. She didn’t care to elaborate and he saw the wall being built back up brick by brick.

“If you can’t find that album let me know. I’ve got it on cassette and vinyl.” She met his eyes and he knew she was thankful he didn’t pry. He knew what it was like to have things you didn’t want to discuss.

“I’ll let you know.” Her voice was a little less harsh.

“Offer still stands to have lunch with the club ya know.” She looked across the lunchroom to a group of girl-challenged individuals trying to act like they weren’t watching her and Eddie’s conversation.

“I’d say I can’t be a member of your virginity club since I don’t meet the qualifications.” He swears he saw a smile for a moment. “But you being their leader doesn’t make any sense seeing as you wouldn’t qualify either.” He gives her a real laugh in response. He wanted to flirt with her so badly at that moment. It’d been the most flattering thing she’d said while sober yet.

“Funny. You’re funny.” He nodded in approval. “They’re less challenged than they appear.” He says in their defense. “It’s Dungeons and Dragons. And I’m the dungeon master.”

“Kinky.” She smirked.

“It’s not-“

“Shut up Eddie, I’m fucking with you. I know what D and D is.” she shook her head at him. “They had clubs in Chicago.”

“Did you ever-?”

“Play? No. I preferred to go out.” She shook her head dismissively. “But there is fuck all to do here. Especially with summer being over.”

“Yeah, escapism is the best distraction from that. So we play a fantasy game.”

“No, that makes total sense. I’ve just always stuck with art in my free time.”

“You might like the art for the game. There are books of monsters illustrated. Some well know comic illustrators.”

“Oh really?” He’d piqued her interest. “Like the sci-fi guys?”

“Exactly. Think Heavy Metal magazine cover.”

“But without the babes.”

“Not if you’re there.” He said it without thinking, being around her made him wanna flirt. He wanted to get a read on her so badly.

“My fur bikini and spear are being dry cleaned.” She gave an apologetic shrug.

“Damn.” He gave her one of his best Smiles. “That’s a shame.”

“My Minotaur is in the shop too.” He laughed at that one.

“Well, I’ve got a griffin you can ride if you want.”

“Is that what you call it?” He saw the lifted eyebrow and the twinkle in her eyes on that one.

“No, it’s not.” He looked away and kept that dimple-inducing smile on his face that she wasn’t sure if she liked or disliked. She liked it but, she might dislike it for the fact that she liked it. She was stubborn like that. “Guess you’ll have to come to a meeting to find out.”

“You bring me a book and if I like it I’ll consider sitting with you guys.” She answered with a more Genuine tone. “Deal?”

“Deal.” He could work with that.

-

Star made her way into the house her brother had bought. She’s greeted with a loud screech of meowing.

“Hello Moon.” She bent down and cooed at the large cat rubbing against her legs. “Did you miss mama?” She smooches the cat's face as she held it, the part Maine Coone taking up most of her arms. “Where’s your man at?” Star asked looking around. Wherever Moon was, Ozzy was never far behind. “Let’s go check outside”. She spoke to the cat as she stroked her, making her way with one free hand to the kitchen door where upon opening a scraggly black cat half the size of Moon appeared. “There he is!” She let Moon drop down to the ground and scratched the black cat's head. “You want some food babies? I know mamas been gone all day. I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna be.” She spoke to them like they were people and that’s how she liked it.

She unlocked the door to the airstream trailer that she called home. She and her brother had shared it before but now it sat to the side of the carport hooked up to the house's utilities. She’d made it into a den for herself. She had her plants on shelves along the top and tons of knitted blankets and throws and pillows all over any soft surface. She gave the cats a spoonful of wet food each to hold them over and tossed her bag to the small kitchenette. “Where did I put those?” She spoke to herself. As she pulled an old milk crate stacked with journals out from under her bed. “This is what mama was looking for.”

She’d had such an odd deja vu the whole day. She’d thought Eddie had looked familiar but didn’t recall him at the party. She flipped through the most recently filled notebook and found the pages she was looking for. “There you are.” She narrowed her eyes, seeing the drawings of the man she’d dreamed about. And sure enough. There was Eddie's face. “You little fucker.” She whispered, her fingers running over the pencil drawings. She’d had his face stick in her head for weeks over the summer and she had no idea why. This would explain it. But it didn’t fully. If she didn’t remember their conversation, why remember his face? She wasn’t one that left anything up to chance and leave it at that. She reached for a tarot deck and shuffled. “You mind explaining to me what’s going on?” She looked around the trailer.

Three cards. Two of Cups. King of Pentacles. Ace of Cups. Appeared in her spread on her beaten-up kitchen table.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” She muttered. “Two lovers, a king, and abundance of it all?” She spoke to the ceiling and groaned. “No. No, we’re not doing this. I came here to get away from that shit.” She, annoyed, swiped at the cards on the table. The King landed on the drawings of Eddie in her notebook. “You’re fucking with me right?” She picked it up and stared at it. It would explain a lot but also she had made it so clear in her rituals that she was done with men. She was done with the casual sex, she was done with falling in love and she was not moving to some middle of fucking nowhere town to escape to have some man planted into her path. She had run away from her problems. And it looked like the universe was bringing them right back to her.

Part 2

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Hello!! sorry to bother you could write a ben 10 x reader? (the reader is kidnapped by vilgax and ben has to save her, after that ben and the reader has an argument) please, i love your fics!!

Storm Before The Calm

Pairing: Pre-Established; Ben Tennyson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: I changed up the request a bit (I figured it shouldn't matter which villain was used here) also I was planning to have this as sort of a damsel in distress situation but after having a chat with some boys pigs I decided a self indulgant badass reader was right up my alley

Additional A/N: I have a math exam on Thursday and I cannot focus for the life of me. So, I decided to finish up one of my drafts. Now hopefully I'll be able to work like a robot for the next week, after satisfying my creative side. Also, this fic was super self indulgant.

"I trust Ben.” You did. With your entire being.

Kevin chuckled from beside you, “Yeah, try saying that without cracking the fillings in your teeth and maybe we’ll believe you.”

His words caused you to relax, only then realizing how hard your jaw was clenched in fury. Gwen sighed in disappointment and for a second you wanted to defend her cousin and your boyfriend. Until you realized that he deserved every bit of unbridled anger coming to him.

“I trust him. Doesn’t mean I’m not mad at him.”

Your hands were balled into tight fists and even though you wanted to take your eyes off the television screen and take a warm bath, you also for some reason couldn’t stop yourself from watching it.

Like you were afraid something would happen when your eyes were off the screen for even a second. Maybe you didn’t trust him.

But honestly how could you, you were currently watching your boyfriend relax in a hot tub with Jennifer Nocturne and the sight was enough to send bile up your throat.

Ben wasn’t returning any of her advances, but he wasn’t stopping her either. And the thought made you sick to your stomach. You knew Ben was faithful and you knew he would never cheat on you but watching how the Hollywood starlet continued to hang off him sent waves of jealousy through you.

Not to mention anger at the fact that he wasn’t doing anything to stop her. When he got back, you were going to wring his neck.

Trusting him was getting harder with Gwen constantly insisting that you dump him.

Honestly, you wondered how that girl even kept a relationship.

When Ben eventually came home, all the entertainment channels were still talking about the two of them and the well-known picture of Jennifer Nocturne kissing him was circulating about. Each time you looked at that image, you wanted to shoot an arrow at the TV.

As time went by, your anger slowly fizzled out. You were unable to maintain your rage at Ben, quickly getting a headache and feeling tired of trying to maintain negative emotions. Even then, you couldn't push down the uneasy feeling in your heart that seized your stomach.

You kept expecting a text message from Ben, an apology call but as the night proceeded you understood that he was having way too much fun with another woman to even think about how you must be feeling.

The thought of that made you want to go back home and crawl underneath the covers, hiding away from the rest of the world.

But Gwen was persistent and any time you tried to wiggle away from the pair of them and go home, she insisted that you stay and make sure Ben knew how upset he made you tonight.

You were more than happy to give your boyfriend the cold shoulder until he apologized rather than have to confront him. That was just how your relationship with Ben worked. Neither of you were the type to lose your tempers and yell and scream at each other.

Although you were worried what would come out of this. Would you be able to peacefully discuss your feelings and then come to some sort of conclusion civilly? Seems too good to be true honestly.

Even then you waited until Ben came home, listening to Gwen and Kevin about how you should rip the band aid off and get everything off your chest rather than ignore him for a couple of days until the two of you got bored.

Usually, the latter would work but you had an inkling that it wouldn't be the solution for this particular argument because if you didn't communicate your emotions then he would never know how you felt about it.

So, even though your stomach filled with anxiety and sadness as the hours passed, you still didn't leave, determined to talk to him about it.

Your jaw was clenched tight when he finally did come back home, utterly relaxed and even happy like he wasn't just curled up against some Hollywood starlet while his girlfriend was watching it on E!

"I'm really upset with you." You ground out when Kevin and Gwen left, not knowing how else to start the conversation.

"What for?"

You didn't reply, picking up the remote and flicking to a gossip channel, then a news channel, then an interview show and all of them had the picture of Ben Tennyson and Jennifer Nocturne locking lips.

Ben winced, "She kissed me! I didn't even return it."

You still refused to look at you, crossing your arms aggressively, "Uh huh and what was today all about?"

"It's just publicity. Jennifer thinks that it'll help with my career."

You scoffed, "What career?"

Ben's back tensed up and he turned to give you a stiff expression, "I'm a superhero. I've saved the universe a thousand times and now that I'm finally getting recognition for it, you want to be petty?"

"Petty? You think I'm being petty? Well forgive me for getting upset after watching my boyfriend curl up to some other woman in a hot tub for the last five hours!" You bit, standing up from the couch.

"It wasn't like that! Stop blowing everything out of proportion!"

"No, you stop pretending like this isn't a big deal! Ever since your secret got out you've been acting like an ass and since meeting that blonde rat it's only gone through your head more!" You shouted, clenching your hands at your sides. How could he not see your side of this?

"Well shouldn't I get to enjoy my life once in a while?! I'm the one saving the planet constantly! I'm the one with constant death threats and near death experiences every other week! Shouldn't I get some attention for it?! God knows I don't get any from you!" He yelled back and you grit your teeth.

"Don't forget that while you were out there risking your life, we were right beside you!"

"Oh, so that's what it is, you're jealous that everyone thinks of you as the sidekick!"

"That is so NOT what this is about!"

"Oh really? Because it sounds like you're jealous because you're not getting attention by mooching off of me!"

Your eyes widened in shock. Mooching? Did he seriously think that you risked your life alongside him every day to help other people and more importantly, keep him safe, for attention?

Your body trembled, outraged and you didn't say another word, leaving his house in a rush and slamming the door behind you.

You needed something to hit.

***

Your body pumped with adrenaline and anger, muscles itching to be used as you sauntered through the old and run-down factory with reckless abandon. You briefly wondered whether you should've told Gwen or Kevin you were going there but then decided against it, pride and anger too great.

Any doubts or hesitation you had disappeared when you saw Vulkanus, standing tall and broad in his metal suit. And as per usual, he had his herd of minions doing his physical labour.

"If it isn't the Plumber's sweetheart." He drawled once he noticed you. You didn't bother with the stealth, leaving the door wide open behind you and letting the sunlight seep in. If he knew what was good for him, then this would be over quick.

"Hello Vulkanus." You greeted politely and he rolled his eyes. Of all people, he knew just how misleading your innocence was.

"Where's the cavalry?"

"Just me today." You answered and for a second you were confused by your own confidence. Maybe you were taking this just a little too easy. Oh well, that was another thing you could blame your pig-headed boyfriend for.

"Well then, this is going to be easier than I thought. Hope you said goodbye to your boyfriend, sweetheart." He rasped out and the corner of your mouth twitched into a smirk. Without another word, you raised your arms, feeling the familiar heat of fire in the palm of your hand before chucking it at him.

Just as you knew he would, he sent his minions towards you first. They were embarrassingly unskilled but the problem came in numbers. They swarmed around you like ants and you felt yourself getting irritated at the clicking sound they were making.

Unfortunately for Vulkanus his make-shift factory was right beside a dam which gave you an endless supply of the elements to work with.

Summoning all the water you could manoeuvre, you pulled it into the factory, shattering the windows along with it and flooding the room. It only took a few flicks of your wrist to create a whirlpool in the centre, knocking all the workers off their feet.

You stiffened your hands, curling in your fingers and the temperature dropped, the water solidifying with each second until all of them were encased in ice. Another flick of the wrist had the path clearing between you and Vulkanus, who was still warm.

"You-You're sparing me?" He asked, confused and a dry laugh left you.

"Not at all," You sang, eyes turning dark, "I'm giving you special treatment."

Vulkanus bounded towards you, holding his mallet high and you swiftly dodged, using water on the floor to slide quickly. He crashed into the engine of one of his machines, the fuel tank exploding and spewing fowl smelling petrol onto the floor.

It floated above the level of water and began surrounding both of you.

He once again came at you, letting out a roar and you used the water to sink through the crevices of his suit, freezing it from within and you heard the satisfying sound of his suit cracking.

Just a little more strength and forcing a gust of air through the cracks had it falling apart and his frail body fell out of its metal encasing.

"You'll pay for this! You big bully!"

"Thanks for the fun time today, Vulkanus." You smiled, strutting to the door just as confidently as you came in. Even though your body was burning from the workout and you could barely breathe, you still couldn't get over the high.

Before leaving the building, you turned around to see him still glaring at you from his place on the floor.

"Oh, I should probably free your minions, right?" You commented, eyes flickering between the ones still encased in ice and the floor that was still flooded with water and petrol.

You let out a fake sigh, "I guess I'll be nice today," You winked at Vulkanus, "Thanks for the playdate, sweetheart."

His eyes widened when you blew a kiss to him, watching in fear as you ignited a flare in your palm and blew it towards him before turning around and using the wind to slam the doors behind you. When you were just a few feet away you heard the place blow apart.

Slowly, the adrenaline began melting and the blood rushing through your ears was much more audible. You were panting, tired from the exercise and the thought of calling Kevin to come and pick you up. Or maybe even Ben. You were calm enough now to have a conversation with him.

When you pulled your phone out of your pocket you felt a hand on your shoulder and spun around to meet eyes with Captain Nemesis. For a brief second you were wondering if he was here to invite you to some inane party or even to tell you that Ben was at one.

Although you hardly looked the part, you were sweating and your face was probably red and blotchy.

"Can I help you?" You asked, taking a step back, he was a little too close to you and the look in his eye freaked you out.

"As a matter of fact, you can." He said, "You see I'm arranging a little stunt for Ben Tennyson. An opportunity if you will, to showcase some of his heroism."

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. The last thing you wanted to do was feed Ben's ego at the moment.

"With all due respect, I don't really think I'm up for a damsel in distress routine right now, Captain, I'd rather just get home. And If you take another step towards me, I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." You snapped and he backed off obediently, raising his hands in a form of surrender.

"That's too bad." He mused and you turned away from him, intent on walking back home or even calling a cab. Anything to get away from this creep faster.

"Too bad you don't really have a choice."

You felt his hand on your bare shoulder again but before you could even react you felt volts of electricity rush through you. You gasped painfully, feeling fire through your veins before everything started to hurt.

White burned in your vision and colours started to blur together as your eyes filled with tears. Your body crumbled, falling forward and Captain Nemesis caught you.

Right before your consciousness slipped away you heard him say something.

"For your sake, you better hope that Ben Tennyson is as great as those gossip channels make him out to be."

***

When you felt yourself regaining consciousness, you could feel your weight pulling down and also couldn't feel the ground. This had your eyes snapping open, regardless of how dizzy you were and how many dots were in your vision.

You hazily made out the venue, Nemesis Tower, before recognize the blonde woman tied up beside you. It didn't take long before you realized she was tied to the other end of the rope, suspended through mid-air just like you.

This was no doubt going to be some sort of deathly choice.

You noticed when Ben came in, turning into Ultimate Humangasaur. He looked furious, like you've never seen him before and you knew it was because Ben was certain he'd teach him a lesson today.

"Where's (Y/N)." He all but growled and your heart soared. You didn't realize how much you missed him until now, everything from before was forgotten.

"Right up there. And so is Jennifer." He replied, still smug despite the way Ben was pining him to the ground by his throat. Ben followed his gaze to meet your eyes and you took a deep breathe, bracing yourself.

A selfish part of you wanted to stay and see what Ben would do, would he save you even though Jennifer was a civilian and world famous?

Even then you figured that you shouldn't risk anyone's life for petty jealousy, so you took a deep breath, blowing it out through your mouth and watching as a gust of wind blew past, the pressure making you swing.

You swung a few feet back, letting your body fall a little before blowing again. Once you gained enough momentum, you looked up to the rope tying the two of you together and spitting fire at it, falling at an angle. You briefly heard Jennifer scream and revelled in her karma for a hot second.

On your way down, you quickly burnt off the rest of the ropes, bringing a pool of water to crystallize into a makeshift slide as you slide on your knees across the floor, just in time to catch Jennifer in your arms.

Your knees stung as they scraped across the concrete and the wind was knocked out of you when the woman fell into your form.

She gasped and her eyes that was screwed shut gently fluttered open. Up close you could understand why everyone was in love with her. Even then you couldn't spare her any concern.

You quickly pushed her out of your arms, noticing Gwen and Kevin staring at you in awe when you stood up. You cracked your knuckles, making your way over to the older man with a scowl.

"For your sake, you better hope that I'm just as weak as you think I am. Spoiler alert, I'm not."

Ben spared a small smile at you but you couldn't feel anything aside from hot fury. You felt water surge beneath your fingers and threw it at him, pulling up a wall of earth to block his blasts.

Your boyfriend immediately began fighting alongside you and your bodies fell into a familiar rhythm. Even though there was a crazed narcissist trying to kill you, you felt safe beside Ben.

It wasn't long before the four of you managed to overpower him, rendering his armour useless until he was defeated, lying pathetically on the ground.

You walked up to him and your lips twisted into an unimpressed frown when you noticed the way he had the audacity to glare at you. Without a second word, you raised your leg and kicked him right between the legs.

"I always keep my promises, Captain."

Kevin began laughing behind you and Ben cringed.

Finally, when you turned to meet Ben, now de-transformed, all the fight left your body and you relaxed. He looked apologetic and you let him approach you.

His arms wrapped around your waist and you leaned into him, breathing the familiar scent of his deodorant and snaking your arms under his jacket to fist his T-shirt.

He sighed into your hair, arms tightening around your body, "I'm sorry. For being an ass to you and saying all those horrible things, I was being an idiot and you deserve an apology."

You didn't move, not pulling away from the way your forehead was pressed against the length of his neck, "Thank you for coming to save me."

"Didn't look like you needed much help." He chuckled and you felt happy hearing the pride in his voice.

"I missed you." You murmured, holding him a little tighter and he turned his head to kiss your forehead gently. And just like that, everything was right in the world. Just as long as you were in each other's arms.

"I love you."

You heard the click of a camera and your head snapped up to see a herd of cameramen and reporters along with a couple of police cars. Ben laughed nervously beside you, "I guess we won't have to worry about another actress coming between us."

You gave him an unimpressed frown and he just smiled, leaning to peck your lips and you heard the crowd of reporters’ gasp and heard the shutters of cameras before they began shouting questions at you.

You pulled away from him when you saw Jennifer Nocturne make her way towards you. You figured she wanted to snuggle up to Ben now that the cameras were filming.

Instead, she walked right up to you, hugging you tightly and your arms flailed pathetically beside her, unsure of what to do, "You saved my life! I don't know how to thank you!"

She pulled away for just a second before pressing a kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in alarm and the shutters began once again and flashes practically blinded you.

"Huh, so that's what that feels like." Ben murmured when she pulled away from you. Kevin was smirking beside him, satisfied that he got a taste of his own medicine and Gwen was just in shock.

Ben felt his stomach turn at the sight of Jennifer’s lipstick on your mouth and you were unsure whether you should feel repulsed or cocky.

But as you wiped the pigment off your lips and curled back into Ben's side you couldn't feel anything other than your burning muscles and your drooping eyelids.

You squinted because of the bright lights, feeling a headache grow as the exhaustion from before crept up on you again. After 2 fights and a kidnapping today, there was nothing more you wanted than a nap.

"Wanna go home?" Your ever observant boyfriend asked just as the nausea started to kick in. You nodded and he guided you away from the reporters to his car.

He gently placed you into the front seat, shielding your head as you got in to prevent you from hitting it against the hood before buckling your seatbelt, watching carefully as you drifted into a sound sleep.

Ben heard everyone behind him swoon as he lovingly placed a kiss to your knuckles and then climbed into the seat beside you, sparing you one last warm glance before starting the car and driving away.

He'd definitely notice the shy smile on your face when you saw that Ben kissing you was on the front page of a magazine.

And you'd notice the jealous scowl he'd have when he saw that Jennifer kissing you was on the front page of another.

[poeticandors]

Cut to the Feeling Part 4

Poe Dameron x F!Reader (Babysitter!AU)

Summary: After graduating college and needing to have some cash in order to survive while doing an unpaid internship, Y/N decides to take up a babysitting/caretaking job. Little does she know that she ends up working for a familiar face.

Warnings: None!

A/N: Well, damn! It has been a long time but I’m back! Thanks for waiting patiently. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

GIF by @damerondjarin

Ah, the weekend. Plopping on the couch, you planned for a day of doing absolutely nothing. You were finally able to relax after a long week of observation hours for your internship as well as driving Eva Bey to and from school, to her dance lessons and soccer practice, and whatever errands Poe had you running for him such as trips to the store. 

A few months have passed since you’ve started working with Eva Bey, and you seemed to have gotten into the routine. You got along great with Eva Bey, who was an absolute sweetheart, and Poe was nice as well. There have not been any issues thus far, and you were hoping that it would stay that way. 

Eva Bey really was one of the easiest children you have had the pleasure of working with. She enjoyed any activity you had planned for her, and she had the biggest imagination. If she did become upset, it wasn’t hard to redirect her into another activity or to get her to tell you what was going on. You adored her the more you’ve gotten to know her.

As for Poe… things have been going well. There was never any miscommunication between you both, and you would go as far to say that it was as if the incident never happened. It also made it easier that you would really only see and talk with him at the end of each day when you would be leaving, so conversation was limited. But… you secretly wondered if he ever thought back to it such as you have. 

Shaking your head to stop you from thinking anything further, you grab the remote to your TV and flip on Netflix as you try to find some movie to distract you, only for your phone to ring. Grabbing it, you see Poe’s name flashing on your screen as you furrow your brows. You hoped something didn’t happen with Eva Bey, so you quickly answered. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, I am sorry for calling on your day off. But, is this a bad time?”

“No, I was just trying to find something to watch on TV.” You sit up. “Is everything alright?” 

“Oh, yeah! I am actually calling on behalf of Eva Bey’s request— oh, okay here she is.”

You hear the phone being passed on the other end as well as Eva Bey and Poe’s whispers to one another. 

“Hello?” Eva Bey’s sweet voice calls out, which instantly brings a smile to your face. 

“Hey, Eva Bey! Is everything okay?”

“Yeah! Um, I asked my dad to call you. I have a question.”

“Alright, what is your question?”

“Can you come swimming with us? My daddy said he would take me, but I want you to come too!”

“Oh, um… I mean, I wouldn’t want to ruin your time spent with your dad—“

“But I want you to come. Please?” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you ponder for a moment until you let out a soft sigh. “Eva Bey, can you give the phone to your dad?”

“Yeah!” 

You hear the shuffling of Eva Bey handing Poe the phone back. “Hey.”

“Hey, um… are you sure it’s okay if I join you guys? I wouldn’t want to be a bother and interrupt any father-daughter time.”

“Oh, no. It’s totally okay with me. Eva Bey was the one who wanted to go swimming since the community pool just opened this weekend. She would really want to see you.”

“Oh, well…” You try hiding the slight disappointment in your voice, internally reprimanding yourself why you thought Poe would be the one to want to see you. 

“And please. Don’t think you’re a bother. You could never be one.” 

Something in the way Poe says that makes your heart flutter in your chest. And because of that, you are almost hesitant to decline— to come up with some excuse. This would be your first time being with Poe outside of professional settings, definitely not counting the first ever encounter between you both. But, if Eva Bey really wanted you to be there and it was her idea…

“…Tell Eva Bey that I am packing my swimsuit right now.”

Poe does so, and so you hear the excited little shrieks from the little girl as you both laugh.

“Just meet us at the house, we can all drive together and it gives me time to get us situated.” 

“Of course, Bye, Poe.”

You hang up, soon getting up from your couch as you head to your bedroom to begin packing up for a nice, relaxing day at the pool. Totally professional, totally just to spend time with Eva Bey. 

Totally.

++++++

Hoisting your bag up, you knock on the door as you wait for Poe to let you in. Packing for this trip was a little stressful for you as you searched thoroughly for a swimsuit and then came to the realization you had no sunscreen, so you had to make a stop on the way. Then, you figured to grab a few snacks for you three while you were there because why not? You even decided to pick out a sea turtle floating toy for Eva Bey simply because you couldn’t resist. 

The door opens up and you smile, taking in Poe’s appearance. This was the first time you had seen him in anything other than a suit and tie, and he looked… nice. His hair was slightly disheveled, probably from getting Eva Bey ready for the day, and he looked comfortable in his t-shirt and swim trunks. 

“Hey, thanks for coming along. Sorry if you had plans or anything.” Poe scratches the back of his head.

“Oh, it’s no problem. You saved me from an entire day of just binging Netflix, anyways. Thanks for the invite.”

Poe smiles, and before he can speak, you hear your name being shouted as Eva Bey rushes over to hug you tightly. 

“Hi, Eva Bey!” You laugh as she pulls back, grabbing your hand. She pulls you inside, as Poe closes the door behind you. 

“My dad says I can wear my new swim suit today.” She beams, as you set your bags down. “It’s blue!”

“Well, I can’t wait to see it.” 

“Do you think you can braid my hair the way you do? My dad doesn’t know how to do it.” 

“Hey, in my defense, it is more complex than the braids I usually do for your hair.” Poe chuckles. “You might have to teach me how to do it.”

“Well… I guess I could teach you. But, I must warn you that these lessons come with a fee,” you tease. 

“A fee, huh?” Poe raises a brow as you shrug your shoulders.

“If you’re good at something, don’t do it for free.”

Poe grins, before Eva Bey begins tugging his hand. “Can we go now?” 

“Yes, Eva Bey. Let’s just get everything packed in the car, okay?”

“Yay!” Eva Bey exclaims, as she looks up at you. “I have my own swim bag packed already!”

“Great! But, I think you might be missing something,” you discreetly pull out a box from one of your bags. 

“What is it?”

“I thought why not bring a big pool floatie with us?” You smile as you show her the turtle, and she jumps up from excitement. 

“You didn’t have to get that,” Poe glances at you. 

“It’s okay,” you wave him off. “I thought it would be fun. I also brought some snacks so you don’t have to pack any.”

Poe slowly nods. “Huh… thanks”  

“It’s nothing.” 

Poe stares at you for a moment, a comfortable silence building between the both of you before clearing his throat. “Let’s get this filled with air, okay? Then we can go.”

“Sounds good. Come on, Eva Bey. Let’s get everything else packed up.”

Eva Bey nods, taking your hand as you both walk outside with your bags while Poe searches for a vacuum to pump up the floatie.  

++++++

After arriving at the pool, Eva Bey practically pulled your arm off while dragging you through to a table in the shade as she set her bag down. You sat in the backseat with her on the ride there, braiding her hair as you sang along with her to plenty of her favorite Disney songs. Poe didn’t even get out of it, as he was asked to sing plenty of the male counterparts in the duets. You and Eva Bey definitely got a kick out of it when he sang along to Gaston, trying to match his deep sounding voice.

It was quite warm today, so you were glad there was at least an open area that was well shaded. A group of children screamed and laughed from excitement jumping into the pool, while parents chased after a few others to try and convince them to wear more sunscreen. 

When Poe set down the floatie and bags of snacks and water bottles, he looked over to Eva Bey. “Let’s get some sunscreen on you, kiddo.” 

“Okay, Daddy!”

Eva Bey stands in front of Poe as he squeezes some of it on his hands, and begins rubbing it all over her shoulders and arms before turning her around. You watch as he carefully rubs it on her face and neck, before setting the bottle down. 

“Okay, you’re all set. Where is your life vest?” 

“Umm… Daddy, I want to try and swim without it today.”

“Oh?” Poe raises a brow. “Are you sure?”

Eva Bey nods, and you can see the slight nervousness in her eyes as she does so. You knew that Eva Bey didn’t know how to swim completely, but also didn’t expect her to want to try to learn right away. 

“Okay, kiddo. But only if you’re sure.”

“I am,” she says more confidently, then turns to you. “Will you help me, too?” “Of course, Eva Bey. Just let me finish getting ready, okay?” 

“We can go ahead and get in the pool while we wait, Eva Bey.” Poe takes her hand, as you begin stepping out of your cover, and put sunscreen on yourself. 

What you don’t see, however, is Poe glancing back at you, slightly freezing. You don’t see how his gaze moves down, observing each and every inch of your body. Poe suddenly has a flash to that night so many months ago, of him touching and kissing along those curves of yours, as well as the sounds he managed to hear from you that tend to patronize his dreams most nights. Poe stops himself from gazing any longer, and he shakes his head as he leads Eva Bey to the pool. 

When you finish getting ready, you make your way over to the steps of the pool that Poe and Eva Bey stopped at. You look down at the little girl, seeing her eyes scan cautiously along the water as Poe steps into the pool, shivering slightly from the chill of the water. 

“You ready, Eva Bey?” Poe holds his hand out, only for her to take a step back slightly.

“Um… I don’t know…”

Poe glances up at you, and you nod slightly as you kneel down next to her. 

“It can be a bit scary, learning how to swim at first. But you know all the first steps to swimming by yourself, don’t you?” 

She shakes her head as you smile, and take her hand. “Well, one of the first things you need to remember is that when it comes to swimming, you can always ask for help. Would you like me and your daddy to help you?” 

“Yes…” 

“How about we take the first step into the water?” 

Eva Bey nods, as you both step into the water, and goosebumps cover your skin as you shiver lightly. Eva Bey also jumps from the cold, as you chuckle. 

“It’s chilly, isn’t it?” “Yeah!” She forces out a nervous laugh as you both take another step, the water feeling more manageable. 

“Alright, we’re in the water,” you look down at her. “Now, this is another important step so I need you to pay close attention. An easy way to keep yourself afloat in the water is to just lay on your belly and keep kicking your feet. Can we try that?” 

Eva Bey looks at Poe, as he smiles. “You got it, baby.” 

You step further into the water, and hold your arms out to her. “I’m right here, okay? I’m just going to hold you. Can you lay on your belly in my arms and fly like a superhero?” 

“Okay…” She moves into your arms and lays down as you smile. 

“You’re a natural! Look at you! Can you kick your feet for me and make some splashes in the water?” 

She does so, and you begin moving her around in a circle, and look up at Poe. He gets the hint, as he holds his arms out, and you pass Eva Bey over to him as she continues kicking. You clap your hands, and Eva Bey gives a toothy smile. 

“Look at you! You’re already a professional!” You laugh softly, as you move over to her. “Next step since you have already mastered lying on your belly and kicking: blowing bubbles.”

“I can blow bubbles!”

“Can you? Well, let’s see!” 

Eva Bey puts her face slightly in the water and she begins blowing bubbles for a few seconds before quickly lifting her head back above the water. Poe holds her up, and you give her a high five. 

“Eva Bey, that might’ve been the best bubble blowing I have ever seen!” 

She grins, looking back at Poe as he nods. “It really was the best.” 

“Okay. Now, this next step might be a little scary, but I promise you that me and your daddy will be there to help you, okay?” She gives you a slight tilt of her head, nervous. “We are going to do all of these steps underwater, okay? The flying like a superhero, the kicking, and the bubble blowing— it’s all going to happen while you are under.” 

“Do you want to practice going underwater, first?” Poe looks down at Eva Bey.

“Yeah…”

Poe turns her around, grabbing under her arms. “I’ll hold you the entire time, okay?”

“Don’t forget to blow your bubbles!” You give her a thumbs up.

She returns the thumbs up, before Poe begins to count to three, and they both go under the water for a few seconds. Poe and Eva Bey come back up, and Eva Bey wipes the water away from her face as you begin to clap. 

“Awesome! That wasn’t so scary, was it?” You flash a comforting smile, as she giggles, shaking her head. “Are you ready to try to swim by yourself? Or do you need some more practice?”

“I… I’m ready!” 

“I like the sound of that,” you chuckle, as you hold your arms out to her. Poe hands her to you, as you begin to take a few steps away from Poe. “Alright, now remember, when you need to breathe, just lift your head up out of the water, take a big breath, and then put your face back in the water. Think you can do it?”

“I can do it.” 

“I know you can.” You give her an encouraging smile. “On the count of three, I’m going to go underwater with you and push you, and you’re going to swim to your daddy. Ready? One… two… three!”

Eva Bey immediately begins kicking as you push her away from you underwater, and you break the surface as you begin cheering her on. 

“Go, Eva Bey!” “C’mon, baby, almost there!” Poe holds his arms out, as Eva Bey moves closer and closer to him, before she finally makes it. 

He pulls her into his arms as she looks at him excitedly. “Daddy! I did it by myself!” 

Pride fills Poe’s eyes, and he kisses her cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Eva Bey.”

You quickly swim over to them, as Eva Bey wraps her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. 

“Did you see? Did you see me swim?” “I sure did. You are amazing! A professional already!” 

“Thank you for helping me.” 

A gratifying feeling fills your chest, as you hug her back, and Poe can’t help but smile at the two of you embracing. You manage to catch Poe staring at you, returning his gaze as you flash your own smile at him. 

Something lingered in that moment as Poe kept his eyes on you. He couldn’t bring himself to look away or keep himself from moving closer to you. There was a tenderness, one that seemed to continue growing the longer he stared at you. It was something that Poe told himself over and over not to pursue.  

Poe just can’t seem to push that fondness away. Whether it was just the heat of the moment, he knew that there was something there for you. Seeing Eva Bey— the most important person in his life— interact and become so comfortable with you, someone that Poe has only grown more trusting with each passing moment, fills Poe’s heart with something he never felt before. 

But he couldn’t act on those feelings. 

Not only that, but he shouldn’t. You worked for him, you took care of his kid… the boundaries were put up for a reason. The night that plays over and over on repeat in his head would never happen again. You both agreed on that, and that was final.

Poe clears his throat, finally breaking the gaze as he pulls Eva Bey from you, and grins at her. “How about we celebrate with a snack break?”

“Okay, daddy! But I want to swim to the steps by myself.”

“Well, if you’re sure.” Poe gently pushes Eva Bey to the steps, and you both watch as she swims towards them by herself. 

“She’s amazing,” Poe hears you say, and looks down at you as you keep your gaze on Eva Bey.

“Yeah… she is.”

Poe quickly looks back, watching as she finally makes it to the steps, and holds her hands up as she stands. “I did it!”

“We’re so proud of you, Eva Bey!” You clap, smiling brightly.

“You both have a beautiful daughter.” 

Looking up, you both see an elderly couple smiling as they stand on the deck, and a slight awkward feeling fills the space between you and Poe. 

“Oh, uh…”

“And I see she gets all her looks from dear old dad, doesn’t she?” The woman chuckles. 

“Actually… we’re not…. I’m not her mother. I’m just her caretaker.”

“Oh! I am so sorry for assuming. How silly of me!” 

“It’s alright.” Poe waves them off politely. “But thank you for the compliment about my daughter. She really is.” 

They only nod in response, before they walk off. You look at Poe, clearing your throat. 

“Well, uh… yeah. I’ll just… help Eva Bey get her towel.”

You quickly swim off, getting out of the pool as Eva Bey takes your hand, and leads you away. 

Poe can only follow, trying to clear his racing thoughts of you as he walks towards your area, and begins to pull out the snacks as you wrap Eva Bey’s towel around her. He can only smile, hearing Eva Bey chatter excitedly about the fact she finally knows how to swim, and suddenly becomes all for trying out for the swim team after discovering it.

++++++

After a fun afternoon of swimming, Poe finally decided it would be best to head home after seeing Eva Bey’s energy begin to dwindle. Poe finished packing up the car as Eva Bey settled in her booster seat, before you both got in the car quietly. 

Poe looks in the rearview mirror as he begins to drive back to his house, seeing Eva Bey begin to doze off. He chuckles lightly as you glance at him.

“Someone had an eventful day,” he nods at the reflection as you peek back, smiling. 

“Oh, this is too cute.”

“Here, take a picture so I can send it to my dad along with the videos I took of her swimming.” Poe hands you his phone, keeping his eyes on the road. 

You snap a picture, before turning back, and setting the phone down in the cup holder. Poe continues driving, the radio playing music at a low volume as a comfortable silence settles between you both, until Poe mutters something.

“Hm?”

“I said thank you. For helping Eva Bey learn how to swim.” “Oh… it’s no problem.”

“It’s a big deal, though. I know she’s been nervous about it, and anytime we would get close to trying she would get scared.” Poe glances at you as he stops at a red light. “Seeing her overcome her fear, becoming so excited, and you helping her… that means a lot to me. Thank you.” 

“Of course. I would do anything for Eva Bey.”

“I know you would.” 

You stare into Poe’s eyes, and the tension only grows in that small space that separates you from him. It was true what you said, that you would do anything for Eva Bey. The young girl had come to mean so much to you the entire time you’ve gotten to know her. She meant so much to you, and you wanted to be there to continue helping her in anyway possible. 

But you also know you would do anything for Poe, too. 

Sure, you knew you would not be able to pursue any feelings beyond that for the sake of professionality and Eva Bey, but you would still do anything you could for him. Part of you thinks he knows that, but you couldn’t outright say it to him. 

Still, something seems to bring you both closer to each other, despite a voice in the back of your head warning you not to cross that boundary. Another tells you that you should cross that boundary, to explore what it could offer and what might blossom between you both.

But you continue to listen only to that first voice, because right now it’s the only one that is keeping you from ruining this. 

The light turns green, and Poe only begins to drive when a car behind him honks, and you look away. The rest of the car ride is quiet, and Poe finally pulls up to the house. Eva Bey stirs awake from the movement, and smiles tiredly. 

“Are we home?”

“We are, Eva Bey.”

Getting out of the car, you grab your bag as Poe helps Eva Bey. She hugs your legs, looking up at you. 

“Thank you for coming swimming and teaching me how to swim!” 

“I had so much fun with you. Thank you for inviting me,” you smile as she pulls back.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“Well, I would. But I have to get home and I’m sure your daddy is tired and wants to spend the rest of the weekend with you.”

“Oh… okay…” She does nothing to hide the dismay in her expression, as you poke her cheek.

“But I will see you on Monday, okay? I have some water beads I thought you might enjoy playing with. Is that okay?”

Her disappointment soon fades away as she smiles, nodding excitedly. “Okay!”

Glancing up at Poe, you give him a small wave, before finally walking off. Poe watches until you drive off, looking down at Eva Bey as she tugs on his hand to lead him inside. 

“Let’s get you ready for a bath, okay? Then I’ll cook us some dinner.” 

“Daddy, do you like Miss Y/N?”

Poe stops, before setting the swim bag down. “Well, of course I do.”

“I think she’s very nice, and very pretty. Don’t you?”

“I… why don’t you go pick out your bubble bath, okay?”

“But—”

“And then we can FaceTime Papa Kes to talk about how you swam by yourself after I make mac and cheese?”

“Fine,” she replies with a hint of attitude that Poe can only laugh at, and she heads to the bathroom.

Poe shakes his head, running a hand down his face as he lets out an exasperated sigh. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, looking through the videos of Eva Bey swimming to you as she pushes off the wall cheering each and every time without fail. Poe looks at your smiling face, and can’t help but pause the video for a moment. 

He did, indeed, think you were very pretty. 

Poe pulls up the messages between you, and begins typing before suddenly stopping himself. Biting his cheek, he decides ultimately to delete the message, and puts his phone down instead.

[binxyu]

Being on both sides seemed like a good idea. Double the money, double the affection, and double the action. But, your opinion soon changed when you were discovered and were punished accordingly for your crimes.

>>Pairing: Stray Kids (doms) x fem!reader (sub) | secret agents!stray kids x double agent!reader

>>Word Count: 3k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Murder, violence, blood, ninesome, polyamorous relationships, slapping, knifeplay, spitting, collars, gags, bondage, whips, overstimulation, oral (giving and recieving), anal, quadruple penetration, spanking, voyeur, dirty talk, degrading, size kink, choking, swearing, scratching, breast play/torture, electric play, handjob, begging, fingering, scratching, blindfold, paddles, and cockwarming (honestly just pure filth)

“Yeah, that’s what he said”, you chuckled after Jeongin looked shocked at your gossip. You heard the familiar sound of multiple shoes hitting the tile floor of the building. You turned your head and was about to say hello to the rest of the boys, but their dark expressions made a shiver go down your spine and you watched them approach instead.

“Guys what’s going-“, you were cut off by Chan’s sudden grip around your neck, pressing you up against the wall and choking you. You couldn’t breathe and your small hands desperately tried to pry off his huge ones that wouldn’t let loose on their grip around your neck.

“How long? How fucking long have you been doing this? How long have you been telling our secrets to them?!”, Chan yelled in your face, spitting slightly in rage. Your face started to turn a different shade from the lack of air and the man finally let you go, making you fall to the ground on your knees. You tried to catch your breath before looking up at the man, tears staining your cheeks from thinking you were going to die.

“I-“, you realized what they were talking about and sobbed a little louder, covering your mouth to try to quiet them. Felix groaned and walked up behind you, gripping your hair and pulling your head back to look at him.

“Fucking admit to what you’ve done you good for nothing bitch”, he practically growling, his teeth gritting in pure anger. You winced at the harsh grip on your hair and noticed all of the boys looking at you, Chan filling Jeongin in on the situation. Even he looked completely angry at you.

“I’m sorry. Don’t kill me”, you begged, sitting up straight on your knees and putting your hands together desperately. “I’ve only been doing it for a month. I swear”, you looked up at them all and Chan smirked. You on your knees like that gave him an idea for a punishment that wouldn’t involve your death.

“Get up”, Chan ordered. Felix kept his grip on your hair and pulled you up by it, tears streaming as he controlled your every movement. “Felix, we’re taking her downstairs”, your eyes went wide at the order. You had never been in the basement, but you knew that was the torture room. You tried to pull away, but Felix only tightened his grip on your hair as he pulled you towards the elevator. The rest of the group followed behind you two.

“What are you going to do to me?”, you asked, not knowing if you even wanted to know the answer. Chan grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of Felix’s grip, your chest now against Chan’s. His finger trailed along your jaw line and his eyes were on your lips. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well, I think I’ve come up with a more fitting punishment for you that’s not death. One that I think you’ve been wanting since you started working with us. Besides, it’s just fitting considering you gave away our secrets for a good fuck with our enemies”, he slapped you, leaving a bright red hand print on your face. The impact made your face go to side and you looked back at him after you recovered from the shock, your hand on your now bruising cheek.

“What are you talking about?”, you wiped your tears, trying to play dumb, but that just made Chan ever more pissed.

“Don’t play dumb, y/n. He was the one who told us”, Hyunjin chuckled, coming closer to you and twirling a strand of your hair with his finger. Fear suddenly went through you, knowing that they knew about your affair. The one night stand that turned into more. You knew you never should’ve done it, but you did.

“How?”, you choked out, looking at the rest of them in surprise. He would’ve never told them willingly.

“Well, he was rather compliant when we threatened to kill him. He told us everything. Your affair, the secrets you gave him, and how long you had really been doing it”, Felix crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the elevator. He chuckled before finishing his sentence, “but, we killed him anyways because as you know he’s our biggest enemy. And, yet, you let him fuck you” you gulped at the lustful and dark look in his eyes.

“You joined because of him. It wasn’t that hard to figure out”, Chan shrugged his shoulders, “he was screaming and begging for mercy before we killed him” that sentence made you snap. You slapped Chan and desperately pushed the buttons of the elevator to get out. Changbin sighed before grabbing you and covering your mouth with his hand as his other arm was wrapped around your waist. You kicked and punched and screamed, but he wouldn’t let you go.

“Babygirl, if you think he went hard on you then you’re in for a ride”, Changbin whispered into your ear and you stopped, wondering what he meant until you realized. The elevator door opened and you saw the dark basement, a couple of doors lining the walls. Changbin brought you to the last door, the others following closely behind, loosening the buttons on their suits.

“What the fuck”, you whispered, your eyes wide at the room full of sex toys lining the wall and a black bed, chains hanging from the bed posts. You didn’t think a room would exist inside of a secret agency meant to do good for the government, but apparently you were very mistaken. You knew the boys had other ways of making money, but you didn’t expect a sex room to be the way.

“Welcome to our little playroom”, Minho walked past you and chuckled as Changbin threw you onto the bed and cuffed your wrists, watching you completely comply. You didn’t want to admit it, but you wanted this. You always had. You wouldn’t fight it. They all took off their clothes and put their suits on the couch across the room.

“Aw, a cat got your tongue bitch? Why don’t you tell us how wet you are, hmm? How much you’ve always wanted this?”, Seungmin walked up and patted your red cheek. A wave of arousal went to your core at his words and you watched as the rest of the men got toys or watched you. Their eyes looking over your body.

“I’ve always wanted this”, you nodded and felt Changbin rubbing your clothed clit through your black work skirt. You spread your legs wider for him and he chuckled. “Please have your way with me”, you begged and Chan tilted his head, a little taken aback by how easily you agreed to the punishment. He saw it coming though.

“We will doll. But, remember, this is a punishment. You’ll be patient like a good whore”, Changbin slapped your thigh in warning and you whined from the pain. He continued to rub your clothed clit before the rest of the men came over. Chan gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your hands and knees, your wrists still bound by the chains.

“How pretty”, Chan trailed his finger along your back, admiring the way it arched before ripping the fabric of your blouse into two and throwing the fabric onto the floor. The cold air of the room hit your barely clothed breasts and made your nipples get hard, making them extra sensitive.

“So needy for our touch already, aren’t you?”, Changbin chuckled and pulled your skirt and underwear off. His finger trailed down your folds and rubbed your wetness in circles around your hole. Jeongin watched the action and felt his erection get harder.

Chan and Felix got underneath you. Chan’s hand unclamped your bra and threw it onto the floor, his lips immediately sucking your sensitive bud once your breasts were visible. Felix pinched your nipple and you moaned from the sensation of the two men playing with your breasts, Chan’s tongue swirling around the bud.

Minho watched as Changbin inserted two fingers inside of you and handed Jeongin a wooden paddle. The two men approached you as your back arched from the feeling of Changbin’s fingers inside of you and pumping fast in and out of you. Minho trailed his black whip along your back and you shivered at the feeling, a scream leaving your lips when Jeongin brought the paddle roughly down onto your left ass cheek. He chuckled and did it again, continuing to bruise the skin. Tears started to form in your eyes when Minho joined, continously being the whip down on the other cheek.

“Say thank you you bitch. This is what you wanted, isnt it? To be completely ruined by us?”, Minho ordered and you sobbed, trying to get the words out.

“Thank you sir. I’m sorry”, you forced out and Minho rubbed your ass. “Good girl”, he slapped it with his hand, leaving the handprint on your black and blue skin. Jeongin finally stopped after five hits and leaned back to look at his work. You breathed heavily, trying to recover from the spanking session and the sting that came with it.

Jisung handed Chan something underneath you and his lips pulled away from your nipple, so Felix took over, groping both your breasts in his hands and massaging them. Chan pulled something out of a box, but you couldn’t see what it was. Changbin’s fast pace was already hard for you to handle, but the pleasure completely took you over when he added two more fingers and thrusted even faster. You moaned his name and then screamed when you felt a jolt of electricity sent to your nipples. You had been so distracted that you didn’t realize Chan had put electric nipple clamps on you. He hit the button again after turning up the voltage and you shook, pain going into you. Hyunjin came up to your face and watched it change with each thrust of Changbin’s fingers or with each shock sent to your breasts. He loved it.

“P-please fuck! It’s too much”, Hyunjin chuckled and gripped your jaw. He put a blindfold on you and shoved a gag ball into your mouth. You were surprised and you moaned through the gag ball, choking slightly on your own saliva at first. Jisung clasped a black collar around your neck with a bell. Every time you moved forward slightly the bell would ring. You were completely at their mercy just like they wanted.

“Be quiet slut. You’ll take this punishment and be grateful”, Minho used the whip again, making your head go back at the pain. Blood started to appear from the cuts formed from the whip and Jeongin watched as it trailed down your ass cheek. Hyunjin touched your bottom lip with his finger, licking his lips at the sight of you being a complete mess for them. His connected his lips with your’s roughly and you kissed him back the best you could, your mind becoming overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure all happening at once.

Jisung moved underneath your hips and started to lick and suck on your clit as Changbin thrusted his fingers, making your orgasm rush through you. Jisung moved down and started to lick your juices up as Changbin continued to thrust his fingers, making you shake and sob at the overstimulation. Hyunjin chuckled and pulled away from your lips, moving across the room to pick up something. You couldn’t tell who anyone was or what anyone was doing due to the blindfold. Everything they did to your body would be a surprise.

You felt the strange sensation of cold metal sliding across your side. You couldn’t really focus at all due to the overstimulation Jisung and Changbin were giving you, but tears immediately started to fall from your eyes when the knife started to cut into your side. Hyunjin had started to carve his intitials into your side, smiling proudly once we once down and passed the knife to Felix, who was still underneath you. He and Chan cut their initials into your breasts, making you scream louder around the gag ball.

The knife continued to be passed around. Jeongin, who cut into your left ass cheek while Minho cut into the right. Changbin, who stopped his finger thrusts to carve his initials into your thigh. Jisung, who decided to cut into your other hip. And Seungmin, who cut into your back. You now belonged to them.

You let out a breath of relief once the knife stopped digging into your skin and the nipple clamps were off. Changbin and Jisung stopped their stimulation and you tried to breath to recover. You thought the punishment was over until Chan flipped you over onto your back, making your wrists turn in the chains. Your back was against Chan and Felix’s chest.

“Open up”, Minho slapped your thigh where Changbin’s initials were, making you nod desperately out of pain. You spread your legs like you were ordered. Chan held your right thigh and Felix held your left to keep you spread as wide as possible for them. You didn’t know what was to come, but you had an idea. You bit your lip in preparation before Chan lifted you up slightly and rubbed lube onto your asshole. He and Felix slowly thrusted the tip of their cocks into your hole, already stretching you out. Your head fell back onto Chan’s shoulder with a moan spilling from around the ball.

“Such a good girl taking all our cocks. You’ll be a good fucktoy for us”, Felix whispered in your ear and after he said that he and Chan started to thrust into you, taking turns going deep inside your ass. That alone had you shaking and whining from the stretch. You felt two cocks rubbing against your folds, the sound of the skin slapping filling the room. Chan and Felix spread you open wider when you tried to close your legs. Changbin and Minho slowly slid inside of you, spreading your cunt as wide as it could go. You felt like you were going to rip, both your holes being completely filled by four cocks. Your moans and screams became louder when Changbin and Minho started to take turns as well, but even when one wasn’t deep inside of you the tip of the other was still inside to stretch you out.

Hyunjin watched your mouth fall open from the moans, your saliva coating the ball inside. He walked over and pulled the ball free, making your moans louder as the four men thrusted faster into you in perfect rhythm. Your orgasm was approaching fast again and you bit your lip.

“Open up doll. You’re so tiny I know your throat is going to be tight too”, Hyunjin spit onto his finger as you opened your mouth. He rubbed the saliva onto your lips and then pushed his cock deep into your throat, making you gag slightly before you got used to it. He started to thrust into your throat, rubbing against the walls of it.

Jeongin uncuffed your wrists for you and removed the blindfold before he brought your hand down to his cock. You immediately knew what he wanted and wrapped your hand around the base before moving it up and down. You looked around the best you could with Hyunjin’s cock buried in your tight throat and you orgasmed a second time immediately when you saw what situation you were in. You looked through your tears at Jisung and Seungmin, who were walking up towards you. Seungmin grabbed your other hand and you started to pump his cock too, finding it hard to focus with everything going on. The men continued to thrust into you, your cum covered Changbin and Minho’s dicks as they continued to thrust in and out of you.

You screamed around Hyunjin’s dick, sending vibrations to it and you looked up slightly to see Jisung hovering above your chest. He aligned his dick with your breasts and started to thrust between them. Your body was completely being used by all of them now for their own pleasure. Felix and Chan’s grip on your thighs tightened, their nails digging into your skin and leaving scratch marks as their cocks twitched inside of you. They pulled out of you and came onto your back, their heavy breathing filling your ears.

You pumped your hands faster around Jeongin and Seungmin’s cocks, making their moans become louder. Changbin and Minho let out loud groans as they pulled out and came onto your thighs, making you feel the strange sticky sensation. Hyunjin twitched inside of your throat and came, forcing you to swallow all of his seed before he pulled out of your mouth. You took deep breaths as you could finally breathe correctly. Jisung thrusted faster between your breasts and came between them, falling onto your chest as he took deep breaths.

After a few minutes of your hands moving up and down their huge cocks, Jeongin and Seungmin came too, their cum spilling over onto your hands as you helped them ride out your high. The room because filled with heavy breathing. You tried to wrap your mind around what just happened, but it all happened so fast that you really couldn’t.

“So, who’s team are you on now babygirl?”, Chan chuckled as he and Felix moved out from under you, letting you laugh flat on the bed.

“Um definitely your’s”, you laughed back after snapping out of your slight daze. Hyunjin patted your head and kissed it.

“Good girl”, he whispered and the boys got some towels to clean up the mess all over your body.

“When can I have my turn inside of you?”, Jeongin pouted and you sighed.

“Just take turns cockwarming you needy boys”, you chuckled and a smile spread across his face with a nod.

[atinymonster]

prank

ateez 9th member

when sunwoo decides to play a prank on jiyu as payback, but it backfires.

angst to fluff!! i repeat, angst to fluff!

➴ taglist: @banhmi07​, @jiyeons-closet​, @mochibabycakes, @marsophilia​, @studioreader​, @dkdlwhs12, @jaembluey, @atzaria​, @skzfairies, @starlightjoong

➴ masterlist

[tiny princess 👑💗] sunwooo 🥺

[tiny princess 👑💗] sunnieeee 🥺

[tiny princess 👑💗] i see you reading these you know...

[tiny princess 👑💗] i’m sorry about the three things i love thing! :((

[tiny princess 👑💗] okay...i have a shoot now, but i’m sorryyy! 

Sunwoo watched her messages appear on his phone with a mischievous chuckle, practically hearing her little whines through the phone. Truthfully, he wasn’t all that mad about that little incident on hello82 (although Eric can testify about how he sulked for a whole three hours straight), but he decided to mess with her a little as payback. 

Sending back a short “okay” as a response, he tossed his phone next to him on the bed. Eric warned him to not take things too far just in case, but Sunwoo knew the limits. Surely Jiyu knew how deep his feelings ran for her, right?

Unfortunately, that’s where he miscalculated.

Seeing how short and simple his reply was, Jiyu frowned as her mind fell into a whirl of confusion and overthinking. Was he that mad? Did it really bother him that much?

But she couldn’t let it bother her for long since they had to go live for hello82 in a few minutes. Deciding to give him some space for the time being, she joined the boys on the couch, mustering up the best smile she could. 

“Something wrong?” Wooyoung leaned over to whisper to her. He knew her expressions like the back of his hand—they all did—but Wooyoung happened to catch onto it first since the others were busy with preparations before the cameras turned on. 

She shook her head. “Nope, nothing’s wrong, don’t worry about me,” she reassured, gently ruffling his hair in the process. 

Whining about how she was messing up his hair, Wooyoung figured something did happen, and made a mental note to ask her again after filming ended. 

For the whole 82 minutes, Jiyu felt her earlier uneasiness and damp mood improve as she played games (and died of laughter as she watched Hongjoong, Yeosang, and Wooyoung struggle to see out of the top of the cone hats). While she did have fun, the thought of earlier’s events still hung around the back of her mind. Every so often, she would go silent as she thought about Sunwoo’s dry and short responses. 

Hongjoong even discreetly and gently nudged her in the middle of their drawing mini game since she had such a blank expression as she zoned out and stared into space. Fortunately, those moments of her spacing out went unnoticed by the camera.

But unfortunately, unbeknownst to her, Sunwoo was watching their live. He paid close attention to her mood and attitude. But seeing as how her zoning out was never caught by the camera, how was he supposed to know that his short responses already had that big of an effect on her?

After their encore of singing Wave, Jiyu returned her microphone before making a beeline for her phone. No new notifications. Biting her lip, she really started to worry. Usually, he texts her after any of her schedules, but there was silence this time around. 

Coming back to their dorms, Jiyu fell into bed, exhausted from the day’s schedules. Staring at her phone, she hesitated on texting him again. Would she look too desperate? Would she be a bother? Should she just let him be?

“No, we promised to talk things out after last time,” she pumped herself up before opening her messages app and tapping on his name. 

[tiny princess 👑💗] are you that mad about it?

Deciding to just get straight to the point, she slammed her phone onto the bed before silently groaning at her straightforwardness. What was she going to say if he said yes?

Ding!

[my sunshine ☀️❤️] what do you think?

Her eyebrows furrowed at his vague response. Why couldn’t he just give her a straight answer? It was a simple yes or no.

[tiny princess 👑💗] i said i was sorry...i really didn’t mean to leave you out!

[my sunshine ☀️❤️] uh huh

[my sunshine ☀️❤️] but was that an indirect message that you don’t love me anymore?

Sunwoo cringed as he sent off that message. He knew it wasn’t true, but he couldn’t break out of character so soon.

Jiyu, on the other hand, felt her heart ache at how he “perceived” her little mistake. 

[tiny princess 👑💗] what? no! 

[tiny princess 👑💗] it was an honest slip-of-the-mind!

[my sunshine ☀️❤️] but that means i’m not in your mind as often as i have you in mine...

[my sunshine ☀️❤️] just leave me alone in the mean time...i need time to think

Jiyu felt her heart throb. She didn’t think he thought so deep about it, she didn’t think it hurt him that bad (it didn’t in reality). Like her body was on autopilot, she grabbed a jacket before flying out of her room. 

“I’ll be right back!” she shouted to the others, fumbling to quickly get her shoes on. She really hope they didn’t detect how choked up her voice was.

Hongjoong peeked out of his room. “Okay, stay safe and call us or manager-nim if you need a ride or anything!”

“Okay, bye!”

And with that she sprinted off in the direction of her boyfriend’s dorm. All the worst scenarios ran through her head at what he was going through. While she did assume that he wouldn’t get worked up over something that small, she failed to think that different people react differently. Maybe this did sting him in the slightest and she just never realized. 

That couldn’t be any farther from the truth. Seeing as how she really did stop texting, Sunwoo bit his lip with worry. Did he take it too far and she was actually leaving him alone now? Not that he would blame her since he did sound a little too realistic and harsh, but did she really? 

“Have any of you heard from Jiyu?” he loudly asked to get everyone in the dorm to hear. Hearing a collective “no”, he started overthinking. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that last bit. Wait...what if she took that as I wanted a break from her?!

And it hit him like a ton of bricks at how his message could have a double meaning. 

Quietly berating himself, he sprung out of bed and grabbed his jacket. He had to see her, despite him being the one to tell her he “wanted time alone”. 

But right before he opened his room door, he heard a familiar voice outside at their front door. And she sounded so choked up.

“Hi...is Sunwoo here?” Jiyu meekly asked Changmin when he opened the front door.

Changmin noticed her red-rimmed eyes. “Eh? Are you crying?” he asked, not loudly, but loud enough for the whole dorm to hear, including Sunwoo.

Sunwoo’s eyes widened. Had she been crying because of him? Running out of his room and out to the living room, his heart shattered when he saw Changmin ushering Jiyu inside. Slightly red eyes, heavily breathing as if she had ran there—he really regretted everything right there and then. 

Gently taking her wrist in his hand, he dragged her to his room, away from the prying eyes of the others who were utterly confused at what was happening. All except Eric, who internally sighed at how Sunwoo didn’t seem to heed his warning. 

The moment she heard the door lock, she immediately tackled the boy in a hug, letting all her tears spill out and onto his hoodie. Her little sobs were thankfully muffled by the thick material. 

Sunwoo wrapped his arms around her shaking body as he gently shushed her sobs. He comfortingly rubbed her back, walking backwards towards his bed before sitting down and pulling her to sit on his lap. 

“Shhh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, stroking her hair. 

“I didn’t think it bothered you that much,” she sniffled, hiccups interrupting her every other word or so. 

Sunwoo felt guilt pool in his gut, but he had to tell her the truth. “It didn’t...I just wanted to get back at you and mess around for a little. I didn’t think it’s blow up like this, though...”

He felt a sharp smack on his chest. Yelping out, he looked down and made eye contact with her tear-filled eyes that were glaring up at him. “Kim Sunwoo!” she reprimanded, “Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought you were actually hurt!”

“Hmmm, I know I’m sorry,” he apologized again, hoping to soothe his crying girlfriend. “Please stop crying, I already apologized,” he cooed, running his fingers through Jiyu’s hair.

Perhaps his little prank had been taken a little too far for her to be crying and clinging onto him like a koala.

“And I apologized for my slip up about the three things I love, but that didn’t stop you from doing all that, now did it?” she weakly retorted, pausing between every few words from her sniffles.

The way she looked up from burying her face in his chest made Sunwoo feel a little twinge in his heart. Her teary eyes made his lips pull downwards into a pout. He swore to himself that he wouldn’t make her cry ever again after their last fight, but he never thought he’d unintentionally break that promise. Heck, when she showed up at their front door about to break down into tears, he knew his joke had gone overboard.

Endless whispers of “I’m sorry” fell from his lips as he rested his chin on top of her head and rocked the both of them from side-to-side on the bed. Feeling her arms tighten around his torso, he quickly placed a peck on her head.

“I got really scared, you know…” she mumbled, pulling back to rub her red eyes. “I thought you were really about to—”

“Lovebug, I would and could never,” he interrupted, holding her hands in his to stop her from rubbing her eyes. “You should know by now that I can’t function properly without you around,” he joked, hoping to lighten the mood a little.

“But—”

“I know what I said was a little overboard for a joke, but I swear on my life that I’d never ever tell you that in an actual situation. I’d never be that childish or petty.” Rubbing his thumbs on the back of her hands, his heart leapt when he felt her grip tighten on his hands.

“Promise?” she sniffled, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes and holding out a pinky to him.

Linking his pinky with her’s, he leaned in and stole a kiss. “I promise. I’d never leave you behind.”

Seeming satisfied with his answer, she returned back to snuggling in his arms. Feeling his chest rumble as he chuckled, she nuzzled her face deeper into his hoodie.

“Wanna go out and get ice cream?” he asked. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Shouldn’t you be resting for your schedule tomorrow? I feel bad I came here unannounced, and you can always make it up another time—”

“Being with you recharges me anyway,” he childishly defended. “And this’ll haunt me for God knows how long if I don’t see you smile or laugh for the rest of the night…”

“Promise you won’t get too tired tomorrow during your schedules then?” a small smile spread across her lips as she reached up and lightly pinched his cheeks.

He nodded, an excited little “mhm!” coming from him. “Let’s go, then!”

Now the boys were confused at the couple’s mood and vibe change when they came bursting out out Sunwoo’s room. Didn’t Jiyu come looking like she was about to burst into tears?

“We’ll be back!” Sunwoo quickly informed them before closing the front door. 

“...I’m not the only one confused, right?” Chanhee finally asked the question that they all had.

“Nope...” came their collective response.

Walking down the sunset-lit street, bucket hats and masks covering their faces, Jiyu and Sunwoo’s connected hands swung in between them as they were surrounded by a comfortable silence. The sound of cars and people occasionally passing by, along with an occasional comment or giggle from one another, filled the air.

“I’m really sorry,” Sunwoo apologized once more while squeezing her hand. 

Shooting him a small, comforting smile back, she started walking faster, dragging Sunwoo along. “Then you can buy me all the ice cream I want!” she teased, looking back at him with a radiant smile.

Despite, her semi-red eyes and nose (the redness went down a lot) and how the majority of her face was concealed by the mask and hat, Sunwoo still thought she was the prettiest with how the wind combed through her new rosy-colored hair, how the sun perfectly outlined her figure from behind, and most importantly, how happiness brightly shined through her eyes.

And he planned on keeping things that way. 

“I guess...even if it means going broke,” he joked, earning her melodious laughter in response. 

“I love you!” he uttered like a happy little puppy.

“Love you, too sunshine,” she replied, her smile growing ever more so bright.

[warrior-angel]

Blood shot

Summary: Someone who knows the lie will also Know the truth. Sam doesn't wanna watch you destroy yourself so you find another way to change his mind but is it really his mind you're changing?

Author: @warrior-angel

Word Count: 3K

Character: Sam Winchester X Reader, little bit of Dean. Alex (OMC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys) Blood!, Age gap ( Reader is 19, Sam is about 36) choking, fluff, language.

Note: I have never written smut and I have no clue how to work with warnings, so please bare with me.

➳ All mistakes are my own!

The first time it happened you were drunk, the guy was right there and he was overing telling you it would make you feel good and in that moment you just wanted to forget your day so you said yes, you drank it. The rush of it lasted for days and the next weekend you were back at the same bar asking for another hit. A shot every week turned into every day and you couldn't go without The rush, the blood pumping through your veins, it all made you feel stronger than you ever thought was possible.

You never thought you would lose yourself to an addiction but here you were. It's a Friday night and you are standing in the back alley of a bar having sneaked away from your dad and your uncle so you could meet your friend who was once again late. You didn't like admitting it but these Friday night meet ups scared you, your dad or your uncle could come looking for you and they couldn't know, nobody could know because even though it felt good you knew it was wrong.

It took for what  felt like hours before you finally saw a shadow walking into your direction. He lifted his face and you signed with relief seeing Alex his face, the bastard was smiling from ear to ear while you were panicking over getting caught

“Hey there princess,” 

“You're late” you tell him annoyed by it taking so long, you hadn't had your shot  yet and you were starting to get on edge.

“Someone is cranky, you should take a shot. I heard it's calming.” he says trying to be funny which you didn't appreciate.

you reached in your pocket and took out the flask and held it out to him.

He nodded his head  and took out his pocket knife before lifting up his sleeve and cutting into the flesh. You followed every action carefully, focusing on the crimson red drops that fell to the ground. “Don't worry sweetheart there's more than enough” he tells you, holding his arm out towards the flask which you opened as fast as you could.

you let the drops fall, licking your lips as your eyes take in every drop until the flask is completely filled to the brim.

Once it's full he pulls back, rubbing the soreness from the cut away and showing the wound was almost completely healed.

“Thanks,” you mumble, closing the flask.

“You know what” he says, making your eyes turn up to him. “i’m late and i’m in a good mood, i'll let you take shot if you want” 

“what?” you asked, taken back by his words, you hadn't taken a shot straight from the source since the first time he offered months ago.

“You look like you could use it,”

“I want to believe me i just don't" you tell him hesitant "nevermind” 

“you don't trust me?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow. “you know what they say, don't trust your demons.” he flashes his black eyes and you shake your head.

“Very funny Alex, you know that if i wanted to i could kill you, or maybe torture suits you better you seem to like it bloody,”

he takes a step closer to you, the pocket knife in his hand and his eyes growing darker.

“don't tease me sweetheart,” he says, sending you a wink before handing you the knife. 

“Why don't you take a shot from the best vein,” he tells you, using his free hand he reaches for the collar of his shirt and pushes it aside showing the big veins on his neck. you lick your lips and look into his eyes. Taking the knife from his hand you lift it to make a small cut,  letting the blood trickle down as you stuff the knife back into his pocket.

“Do your worst princess,” you lean forward, licking up the line of blood that was rolling down before settling over the open wound taking in every little drop that he's giving you.

“Y/n?” The back door of the club opens and you push Alex away, licking your lips to catch any of the leftover blood before looking your uncle straight in the eyes.

Alex gives you a quick goodbye before putting on his hood and running as far away from you and your uncle as he can, leaving you to deal with the awkward situation.

“So this is why you leave me and your dad every Friday night, you’ve got a secret boyfriend?”

“What? No, he isn't my boyfriend. we were just.” you look up at him trying to figure out what to say but coming up blank. You turn your eyes  towards the ground and stuff your hands in your pockets cursing underneath your breath when you hear your ring collide with the metal of the flask.

“got something to show me?” Sam asks and you shake your head. Before he can say anything the back door opens again and your dad comes out looking over the two of you. “Great, you found her, ready to go home?” he asks and you nod “yep, lets go” you walk past him straight towards the Impala thankful that your dad walked out before sam could get ahold of the flask.

The second your dad drove into the bunker's garage and cut the engine you were out giving both your uncle and your dad a quick goodnight before rushing towards your bedroom. 

closing the door you let yourself drop against the wood while you try to calm down the pounding in your chest. You had gotten too close to getting caught and you didn't like it. the high from the blood had faded and you were on edge again making your head spin.

You shook off your jacket and threw it on the bed, sitting yourself down beside it and taking out the flask. If you took one little shot just to calm the pounding in your head you would be good, you might not even need another shot tomorrow. Twisting open the lid you set your lips on the rim and swallow the thick liquid.

A loud knock on your door made your eyes snap up. you lick your lips trying to get rid of the evidence while closing the flask. The second you twist it closed and you lift your head your uncle's eyes are on you, This time you knew you were screwed.

“I can explain!” you tell him not knowing what else to say. “You know I was younger once, right? i didn't wait until twenty one to drink either.” he tells you making a nervous smile escape. he thought you were drinking alcohol.

He walks over and sits down beside you making our heart beat rise again.

“You know you can talk to me right?” 

“i-i know” you stutter making him smile. 

“You got lipstick all over your chin.” he tells you, making your eyes widen, you didn't wear any makeup.

Sam reches up and you back away  “don't!” you tell him but he’s already wiping making the stain on your chin worse.

he leans back looking at the crimson red on his fingers and then back up at you.

“is that blood?” he asks looking into your eyes but you stay quiet. he looks towards the flask before setting his eyes back on you and you can see he already knows what's going on.

“what's inside the flask Y/n”

“Please, let me explain.” you say underneath your breath. 

He stands up from the bed and shakes his head, Running his hand through his hair trying to make sense of the situation.

  “you're drinking demon blood?”  you dare to look into his eyes seeing the disappointment and the rage that is stuck in them.

“Please dont tell dad,” you beg and his jaw clenches. “I know it's bad, I do,” you tell him as you stand up from the bed. “It makes me feel stronger, it helps me focus. I need it Uncle Sam, please.”

“No, you don't,” he tells you,  “This feeling, that rush, it's not worth it.” 

You shake your head, your mind spinning not knowing what else to do than begging hoping he will change his mind. “i can help you y/n, let me help you” he begs and you shake your head even more.

“I have been better than i've ever been, please uncle Sam you know  what it's like right, the rush, that feeling?” you ask, begging him to understand the situation. “I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't want it but it feels so good.”

“and what about when that rush ends huh? what about when you don't have anything left and your body is begging for more, how does that feel?” Sam asks, looking at you.

 “I have it under control,” you tell him knowing that if you run out you can call Alex for a refill. “yeah?" He asks, stepping closer to you "tell me how's the headache going, the nose bleeds or how do you deal with your heightened senses?”

“How did you..”

“I’ve been there Y/n, i know what you're going through”

“Than do it with me” you say it before you can think about it.

“What? No!” he says, stepping away from you again. “You know how it works, you know what to do about the fire that runs through your body, you know what to do about the tension.”

He's pacing back and forth behind your bed, his eyes going to the flask on the bed and you can see he’s thinking about it. You just have to point him in the right direction, if you can't change his mind you just have to come up with something else, and sex always sales.

“You told me that you always felt guilty for being with a demon, you don't have to with me.” you say reaching for the flask on the bed.

“Don’t!” he warns.

“Tell me that you never think about and I'll drop it.” he looks up at you and you can see his wall is cracking, you just had to find the right way to break it.

“Alex told me the sex is great after you drank the blood, is that true?” his eyes turn away from you and you know you got him right where you want .

“It is, isn't it?.” you push the flask in your pocket and take another step closer,  You were blind, he was hot so you coundt help but feel a fire in you're stomach at the idea of fucking him while high on blood.

 You slowly lift one of your  hands and let your fingers  brush over your skin. Closing your eyes you bite your lip as you let your fingers brush the soft skin from your neck down the fally of your breast stopping at the low cut of your shirt and opening your eyes to see Sam's  are already on you, his eyes darkened and his breathing heavier. “Do you like that uncle Sam, the idea of fucking me while were both high on blood?” you step past him and lock your door before turning around, Sam his eyes still on your body.

 “The things you could do to me. I’ve thought about it you know, my uncle fucking my little pussy, Shit i’m getting wet just thinking about it”

Sam closes his eyes and for a few seconds you think you might have gone too far but when he opens them again his pupils are almost completely black and before you could about what's happening you were shoved against the door, your back hitting the hardwood with a tud taking the breath away from your lungs. 

“You think you can seduce me into letting you destroy yourself?” he asks “You’re desperate for that rush right, you want that feeling?” you nod your head hoping he will let you have another shot but instead he leans down “let your uncle show you how to get that,”

Within seconds he pulls your body flush against his and you can feel how hard he is through the layers of clothes sending a shiver down your spine.

He reaches down until his hand is in your pocket and he's taking out the flask.

“You trust me baby?” You swallow the lump in your throat not knowing what he wants you to do but you nod anyway.

He throws the flask onto the chair beside your door before attacking your lips with his own. 

your fingers tuck at the strands of hair making his grip on your hips tighten as you swallow his groans.

His body is flush against yours and you feel your entire body heat up as his hands  move back from your hips towards you ass squeezing the flesh in his big hands.

His lips moved from your own down to nip at your jaw before moving to your neck, pressing kisses into your skin, arm wet sweeps of tongue moving over your skin until his teeth sank into that perfect spot just below your ear making sure to leave a mark that you somehow had to explain to your dad in the morning.

He pulled his lips away from you but stayed close. He swallowed and let out deep breaths, his eyes roaming your body before setting his eyes back on yours and for the first time in your live you didn't see think of him as big uncle Sammy who would protect you, You wanted him to destroy you for everybody else and show you all the things he could do with his hands and his mouth. 

He bit your lower lip, making you gasp  and taking that opportunity to slip his tongue over yours. Hands go down to the hem of your shirt and the second you both pull apart for air he’s taking the fabric off your body.

His lips crashing back into yours as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as your arms wrap around his neck. Turning around he walked you towards the edge of the bed before dropping you both down on it, you landed on your back with a soft grunt, bouncing a few times. He leaned on his arm, his fingers going into your hair and slightly pulling on the strands. “Sam,” you gasp not knowing what you're asking for.

A wide grin spreads on his face before he's claiming your lips again and moving his hand to your back to unclasp your bra, taking it off and throwing it somewhere in your room. he slowly lowers his mouth, placing a few kisses on your jaw and going down to your neck creating a path of wet kisses down your body until he reaches your breasts. he sucks on your nipple rolling it between his teeth making you arch your back “oh, shit...” You moan only making Sam's grin wider as he makes his way down your body stopping at the top of your jeans.

“Such a fucking tease,” You breath out making his grin widden even more. “Aren't we greedy,”

“You promised me a rush, right now you only make me want to take another shot,” You say trying to look at how far you can push him, truth was you could care less for the metal flask that was across the room, Sam was giving you something much better but you still wanted to see what would happen if you tipped him over the edge.

He presses himself hard against your clothed cunt, making a desperate moan escape your lips. “What do you really want, Y/N?” He whispered against your lips. You fist your hands in his shirt wanting to get rid of the fabric and letting a groan leave your mouth when he doesn't let you. “Use your words baby”

 

“ i want these damn clothes of,” He smiled innocently, but you could tell he liked having you wrapped around his finger.  he pulled away from you sitting back on his knees and stripped of his shirt exposing his toned chest and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching out and letting yours hands roam over his body.

He reaches for the hem of your own  jeans and pulls them down swiftly, throwing them on the ground next to your bed before taking his place between your legs kissing his way down towards your covered heat that was dripping from the excitement he was giving you. 

His hands move easily over your skin until his fingers dig into your panties. instead of pulling them down he tugs on fabric until it tears. Your eyes are stuck, his face taking in the way he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy.

pushing his hair away from his face. He looks up at you with his hazel eyes locking on your before leaning in.

“S—Sam...” For the first time you feel the rush that the blood usually gives you, that feeling coursing through your veins and not because you're high on blood but because of him. The feeling of his tongue on you makes you forget every single shot you had taken in the last few months. 

Your back arches as you let out a breathy moan. He pushes you back with his hands until you’re laying  flat on the bed. Using one of his free hands he slowly pushes a finger into you, drawing a loud gasp from deep inside you. You feel your climax building, sweat breaking out over your entire body but right before you tip over he pulls away making you wine at the loss of touch.

he moves back up kissing you fiercely as he grinded his hard covered cock against you 

“Y/N, Dammit…”” he growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “You feel how hard you make me?

At the sounds of his words you boldy moved your hand down to his Jeans making quick work of opening it and letting your hand sneak under the waistband of his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. He pushed his head into your neck, groaning into your skin as you worked your hands on him,

"I’ve you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop." he warns giving you the opportunity to back away if you wanted 

 “Then don't.”

That's all it takes him before he’s moving to strip away the last items of clothes. When he pulled down his boxers, you couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping seeing how long, thick, and  hard he was and he smiled when he caught you staring, he slowly made his way back over you keeping the teasing going only making you want him more.

“What do you want?” Sam asked, “I’ll do whatever you want..” he told you hesitantly knowing that there was still the risk that you would ask him to get high on blood with you. “All you have to do is ask…”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say but knowing that you craved him more than you did the blood.

“I want you Sam,” you breathed out and you could see his eyes darken “i want you to fuck me hard”

he runs his hands up your legs giving you a sense of security before he pushes all the way in, a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure escaping your lips as his big cock stretched you out and made you feel fuller than you had ever felt. 

 “Fuck, you’re tight.” he groaned, keeping a slow pace

“Don't hold back Sam,” .

“I-i can’t i will absolutely ruin you,”

 

“Do it,” you moan, wanting him to give you everything he has, “Ruin me uncle Sam, make me yours.”

He pulled back and slammed forward again, knocking the wind out of your lungs, thrusting hard and picking up the pace until he was fucking into you like a wild animal.

loud grunts leave his mouth and you reach out trying to hold onto him. taking both of your hands in one of his own he holds them over your head as his other arm wraps around your throat giving you the biggest rush you had ever felt.

"Fuck, Sam!" you cry out throwing your  head back, eyes closing shut. 

"Is this what you want?" He asks thrusting harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you “Me using you,''  He says trusting harder only making you moan loader “Fuck baby, you dont deserve this, not after the shit you pulled.” he says coming to an abrubt stop making you wine at the loss. "You shouldn't be given a good time"

“I don’t care if I deserve it or not.” you grunt, placing youre hands over his own  tightening the grib he has on your throat cutting of more of youre air “Fuck me Sammy.”

His hips snap rapidly into you fluids dripping all over your thighs as he loses control, taking you however he wants. You're pussy clenching around his cock, making an animalistic growl come from deep within him. 

“Oh, fuck…” his hand moved away from youre throat his hips snapping into you as he was desperatly trying to reach his own high. He was pushing harder and fucking you into the matrass as he led out the most amazing dirty and loud sounds making her own high come rushing in faster than she had ever thought possible.

“Sam. fuck, Sam i’m gonna cum,”

“Let go for me. Come for me baby. do it” you're whole body tenses up as your orgasm washes over youre, black dots covering your vision as Sam kept pounding into you like there was no tomorrow 

there was no other thing for you to do than surrender yourself complete to him as he fucked you harder than anybody has ever done. “Fuck! Sam please come inside me.”

you start begging for it, completely letting go of your pride as you want nothing more than him to give all he’s got. “Please Uncle Sam!”

“Oh, Baby….Fuck.. Y/n,” With a last groan his thrusts turned sloppier as he buried himself deep inside of you. placing a chaste kiss on your lips he pulls out and lets his body drop on the bed next to you. 

“Fuck.” you whispers taking in all that just happened, his arms touching yours pulling you out of your thoughts to look at him.

“Are you alright?” he asks and you shake your head slowly, eyes being stuck on the ceiling. “I just seduced my uncle into fucking me after trying to get him to drink demon blood,” you mumble, taking in all the shitty things you had done.

“Baby, I wanted this, I have wanted it for a long time.” your eyes snap back towards him "What does that mean,” you whisper not knowing what to think or what to do.

“It means that I don't regret this happening" You couldn’t help the smile that spread  across your face. His arm folded out and you cuddled into his side laying your head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“I don't want the blood anymore,” you tell him honestly and he moves a little below you making you look up at him “i liked the rush it gave me, the rush you just gave me.” 

Smoothing your hand over his chest you lay your head back down smiling at the feeling of being close to Sam.

“I love you,” you mumble, the arm Sam had wrapped around you tightens as the other one comes up to move the hair from your face as he leans down enough to place a small kiss on your forehead. “I love you too baby."

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PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader / Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 626

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Betrothed to the wrong individual.

Pain is all he felt. Eternity—feeling as though this pain was everlasting.

He should not feel for a person who he had recently met. Though, ‘recently’ was many months ago. He cannot think. Thoughts of her, her, her. Her beauty, grace, and gentle eyes.

The wondrous colors made up for it. The colors she brought in. The world looked clearer, with newfound blues, greens, pinks, purples. The city that never sleeps was booming further, day by day, exciting the 106-year-old. Never noticing the true beauty of the world, he is in a state of pure awe. But her beauty could nevermore emulate.

The world could not stop for her. Bucky is knowledgeable of such. The man has to continue his daily presence of defending individuals from the evils of the universe. Complex when she needs the saving.

“Sam, where are they?” Steve calls out.

The situation is tense. Common knowledge around the world that Captain America has a new misses, enemies have the will to destroy the patriotic figure with the newfound information revealed to them.

Sam’s voice reverberated in the trio’s earpieces, “They left on one of the trucks.”

“I see one.” Steve nodded.

“I see a truck as well.” Bucky agreed.

Sam scanned the area with his high-tech vision, “Got ‘em. They got her on the red one.”

Puzzled, the blond held the earpiece closer to his ear, unfamiliar with colors while living in his grayscale world, “On which one?”

“The red one,” Sam repeats.

Ashamed, Steve replies, “I can’t see the colors…”

“I got her.” Bucky declares confidently.

“Steve, I just sent you the coordinates.”

“I’m on my way, baby.”

Bucky is overthrown by the endearing pet name. Everything that he could desire for his completion, his best friend attains. His soul was stolen, plunged out of his chest, and splayed across him. It was diabolical, heart-wrenching, mortifying.

But this was not about Steve, this was about her. His other half.

He ran with his heart on his sleeve. Staggered breaths, heart pumping, powerful adrenaline—running as if his life depended on it. As if she was his life. He exists if she does.

He threw apart the doors to the truck, screaming for her name. Her face lit up, exclaiming, “Bucky!” Relief coursing her body. Her expression restless, a gaze of finally. Viewing him feels as if being reborn, a perpetual reminder of loveliness, with a touch of regret.

He sighs, “It’s okay, doll. I got you.”

Worry flashes her soft features. Within that millisecond, James Buchanan Barnes wants nothing more than her safety. He would be willing to sacrifice himself for her. Only her. Nothing but her. Just her. “You have to go, I’m not alone!”

Before he could get a word in, he is flung out of the truck. She cries for his name. “Run!” Bucky replies. To which she does. Leaping from one truck to the other, halted by one of the bandits attempting to grab her arm. “Don’t you dare touch her!” Once more, the brunet is tossed against another truck.

She pants, “Bucky! I’m coming!” The girl is reaching for him, their fingertips meet.

So close, yet so far. Akin to Romeo and Juliet, Layla and Majnun, Farhad and Shirin, or Krishna and Radha. A tragedy with the inclusion of lost love; rather unblossomed love. She grasps his arm, being pulled downwards by him, and into each other in a grass field.

He ventures to catch his raging breath while soothing his erratic heartbeat. They are tangled within one another. Limbs carefree, as though the position was natural. Almost made for each other.

“Are you okay?” He questions above her figure. His gaze wandering her supple lips, appearing as though they were begging to be acquainted.

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Imagine #70 | Request #31 (Part 3/3 of Isaac Lahey x Alpha!Reader)

Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2 (might need to rewrite these two though)

Can I just say that you guys who stuck with this blog (and the Wattpad imagines) are the best? And to think I haven't posted in years and we've hit 6k+ followers when I came back?! I don't even know how you people are still here and loving the pieces I put out when I'm here cringing over the old works back in 2015!

Warnings: The usual when it comes to the Teen Wolf series, specifically the Dread Doctors' season, mentions of blood, bones breaking, drugs, needles, a few curse words, idk if this is angst? whump?

Word Count: 6k+ (it's probably the longest I've written omg)

Not much of a flashback or backstory (I'm out of words, I can't squeeze anymore juices out of my brain, my bad). As usual, this is note beta-ed and sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my first language :(

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“No more, please,” weak cries fell on deaf ears as you were dragged down from one hall to another, the smell of disinfectant and rust overpowering your already sensitive nose and magnifying the headache that was present from when you took a beating earlier.

The sound of bare flesh skidding on the polished floor bounced off the walls as you tried to pull away and run from your captors, you did not care of the stinging sensation that radiated from the pads of your feet - the open wounds left untreated by the people who kept you in hopes that whatever was inside of you can take care of it on its own.

You were repulsed at the thought of them still being considered as people after what they have put you through - they were monsters.

“Just a little more, my dear.” One of the figures that held your arm sneered, the grip on your bicep tightening making you clench your jaw. You internally scoffed at this knowing well that it won’t be ‘just a little more’ with how long and how frequent it happened and will happen.

“She should be able to go through another round.” A voice, deeper than the feminine one from earlier, spoke up as you entered through the heavy double doors of a room - an operating theater you guessed from the setup. “Prep her.”

“Her vitals are stronger now.” The third person declared, their fingers flipping through the pages of the clipboard in their hands before glancing towards the monitor to one side of the room - an image of your anatomy on display with different colors corresponding to each system in your body.

“The less you struggle the faster this will be.” One of the doctors, the Geneticist, who dragged you to this hell hole hummed as she was met with resistance on your end while she strapped you down on the cold metal table, the leather rubbing your already raw skin.

Her patience with you was at a limit, she was close to just ending it - ending you. But they have already achieved so much with their craft that it would be such a waste of time and resource to start from square one.

“Remember,” The Pathologist warned as he walked closer to you once you were settled down. “The louder you scream, the more blood we take from you.”

The tears that fell from your eyes to the sides of your face tickled your ears at the threat, small whimpers coming from you were ignored.

“Might I remind you that the btch wakes up?” The Geneticist interrupted, irritation in her voice as she steadied your shaking right hand before inserting an IV cannula in a vein at the back of your hand and taping it in place. Looking up to her left, she reached for the device below one of the two bags that hung on the pole and unclamped its tube letting the mix of anxiolytic, hypnotic, and anticonvulsant start to flow down to you. She then turned her attention to the other bag beside it, a mix of amnestic, and myorelaxant drugs, and did the same - a near-perfect cocktail mix they specifically designed for you.

She reminded the other doctors that no matter how much benzos, relaxants, or other drug concoctions they pump in your veins, you will wake up in between operations screaming your head off while attempting to break free of the hold you are currently in. “No matter how much sedatives we put in her, her wolf is too strong-”

“It’s an animal-” The Surgeon spoke up.

“She’s an alpha, a pure one-” She argued again, almost growling at the hard-headedness of her co-doctors before she was cut off by the same person.

“An animal.” He spoke in finality. “We are humans - gods even! We are at the very top of the damned food chain.”

The room suddenly fell silent, your whimpers, the beeping of a monitor, and the hum of the machines somewhere in the room were the only things that could be heard as you started to feel the effects of the fluids injected into you.

The tension you felt from earlier began to leave your body just as your vision started getting cloudy, your eyelids feeling heavier by the minute. You didn’t notice the Pathologist holding up a syringe to the light, flicking the bubbles away with his middle finger and thumb a few times before the taste of rubber invaded your mouth with such force that hurt your lips, gums, and teeth.

The Surgeon that was above you, blocking the light for a few moments, had shoved the mouth guard in before he continued securing your head in the metal gear positioned above you. Your neck followed suit with a hard metal clamp attached to the table effectively locking you in place and soon, your whole body was completely immobilized with a loud click from the double lock clamps.

The tears continued to flow down the sides of your face as you fought the sleepiness, praying for this to just end. The dread of what is to come overwhelming you and making your body shake as much as the drugs and table’s hold on you would allow.

“I’m surprised the smart one hasn’t figured it out yet.” They exchanged small talk over your muffled screams as soon as you felt the sharp sting of a needle puncturing your skin and into your cervical spine; expelling whatever it was they created into your system for the nth time. Your ears hurt from the ringing in your head while your throat burned as the pain from the syringe radiated all over your body.

“I’m surprised her mate hasn’t.” The Geneticist replied with emphasis.

“My friends, let us not be complacent.” Their leader ended their conversation as he now concentrated on looking at the x-ray on the monitor showing the movement of the serum as it spread in you.

“We continue our routine - clean her up, wipe her to an extent and then return her. ” He added as he pushed more of the liquid in you with a press of a button by your head.

“Marcel, they will know, soon enough.” She pointed out. “She will start to have withdrawals if-”

“We won’t let that happen.”

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Sneakers skidding on the floor as everyone seemed to scramble out of the way towards the door, eyes wide with fear looking at the figure in front of them.

“Y/N?”

“Alpha?”

Isaac watched as the massive wolf in front of them let out a deep growl with its teeth bared at the people that called her attention, the fur on her back and chest standing up making her look even bigger than she already is.

“Y/N,” Isaac knew that Deaton was the best person to handle all kinds of supernatural cases, hence, the title of Emissary to their pack. “It’s Deaton.”

Letting out another growl as you licked your lips, your tail flicked lowly behind you as your eyes darted to each person present in the room before landing back to one in particular who was too close for comfort.

“Y/N, hey,” His voice sounded softer, it almost made you feel a sense of comfort until his hand reached out to you and made you snap back and almost bite it off.

This instinctively made Scott pull Isaac back by his shirt to a safe distance, struggling a bit in his grasp as the beta did not want to be moved further away from you despite the situation.

“Isaac, move back,” Deaton warned when he noticed that the curly-haired werewolf was not backing down, a hand gesturing for him to move away from you. “She’s scared.”

“No, Deaton, she heard me. She’s there - Y/N,” Isaac argued before turning his attention back to you again, blue eyes already glassy as tears filled the rim of his eyes. “She heard me.”

Isaac tried to hold on to the hope that you were present underneath the wolf because he was sure he saw that familiar glimmer that was distinctly you.

Just as he attempted to reach out to you again with a whisper of your name on his lips, the same frequency you heard before rang in your ears making you seize up and drop to the ground.

“Agh! What is that?” Liam winced as his hands reached up to his head to cover his ears, eyes scrunching shut as he tried to will away the incessant ringing.

“What’s what?” Mason asked with confusion etched on his face as he looked at his friend then to Stiles and the others, the werewolves in the room in particular, doing the same.

Isaac did not care for the ringing he heard, witnessing you looking like you were being kicked or beaten as you struggled to stand up, the sound of pained screams, whines, and whimpers coming out of you pulled at his heart making him drop to his knees beside you.

His hands hovered over your form trying to figure out what to do while he avoided getting scratched by the large clawed paws that writhed with your body, Scott and Thor doing the same and looking over you trying to see where exactly were you hurting.

“Deaton,” Isaac called as he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder before hissing - you were burning up and the black color that coursed through his veins upon touching you wreaked of disease. “Deaton what do we do?!”

“What is that?” Thor asked in bewilderment as he saw what was happening with Isaac’s arms.

“Hold her still as much as you can,” The vet’s voice was calm despite the mess, going to one of the counters in the room and asking Stiles and Mason for assistance as he tried to collect what sounded like glass vials from the way it clinked in their hold.

Isaac heard Thor mutter an apology to his alpha as he tried to hold your hind legs down as much as he can, Scott doing the same by your torso and Isaac by your neck.

“Y/N,” Isaac continued to call for you as he tried to hold your front legs down. “It’s Isaac, baby - it’s me.”

“Hurry!” Scott called to Deaton as his eyes scrunched and a sheen of sweat already present on their foreheads, the ringing still present in their ears making it difficult for them to concentrate.

Just as Deaton returned and knelt by your side, carrying a stainless steel tray that contained what looked like multiple large syringes in it, the static ringing noise started to get louder making the supernatural beings in the room let out a pained groan and lose their grip on you.

It grew too much too quickly to bear, causing the lights and windows above your heads to shatter and engulf the room in darkness. As everyone ducked for cover, Isaac stayed by your side and tried to shield you from the onslaught of sharp glass descending on you.

It took a few moments before the ringing stopped and the feel of cold air entered the room, snapping them back to their senses as their eyes opened at the smell of blood it carried with it.

Isaac immediately sat up as he felt the cold tiled floor and not your warm body underneath him.

“Y/N,” was all he said before he sprinted out of the room, the others following behind him.

“How did she get out?” He heard Stiles behind him once they reached the outside of the clinic, Thor already looking around the perimeter of the establishment for any signs of you.

Isaac’s brain was running a hundred miles at what he saw and what had just happened inside, his lips quivering as he ran his hands through his hair and pulling at the roots in frustration. He sniffled as he tried to stop the tears from running down his cheeks with the heels of his hands. Exhaling, he closed his eyes and tried to even out his breathing before turning to Scott.

“She’s not gone,” his alpha spoke, already reassuring him. “We’re going to find her.”

Just before Isaac could reply and shoot down the optimism his alpha had, a car screeched to a halt in front of them.

“Where is she?!” Lydia asked as she got out of the driver’s side, a frantic look in her bloodshot eyes.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” Stiles was immediately by her side, cupping her face in his hands. But Lydia only moved out of the way and turned to Isaac and asked again.

“We don’t know where she is. She disappeared right before Deaton -” Lydia was close to tears again as she groaned in frustration.

“They can’t get her back.” She said, sounding more of a beg as her voice shook a little.

Everyone in front of her stopped what they were doing and looked at the Banshee.

“Who’s they? And where do you think Y/N is?” Stiles asked before a few seconds later, realization hit him.

~

It was on the way to Eichen House that Lydia explained everything she saw that made her break all the traffic laws implemented in Beacon Hills just to rush to the vet clinic. Isaac could not shake the feeling that Lydia, a banshee – a herald of death, had visions of you in his arms already in eternal slumber. His wolf broke more than a little as she spoke more of what she saw, only a few words registering to him – Y/N, doctors, experiment, and torture.

Everything was a flash for Isaac now, he did not even realize that they were now in a tunnel under the mental facility planning on who was going where.

But once their strategy was laid out, Isaac wasted no time in trying to locate even the faintest of your scent in the damp and moldy tunnel he was walking through. He heard Stiles and Lydia speaking on the phone in his pocket that they'd found an office that had files strewn everywhere – files that specifically contained information about you and what they have done with you so far.

“Any luck finding her?” Lydia asked as Isaac heard papers being flipped on the other end of the line.

“Nope, not yet,” Liam replied.

“No, she’s not here.” Thor was next then Scott, all claiming to find only empty rooms and dungeons.

“Isaac?” Lydia asked after not hearing from him.

“None,” he answered, sounding defeated as he rounded another corner with you nowhere in sight.

Isaac could hear collective sighs as they continued their searches, his ears already drowning out what Lydia and Stiles were doing - occasionally spitting out questions of why’s as they continued to browse through what they found in the files.

His breathing became labored as his mind started to play tricks on him the further we walked down the tunnel, the source of light slowly fading the deeper he went.

Just as he was about to turn another corner, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He felt as though soft fingertips touched him, making his skin crawl as he turned around quickly only to find an empty space. But as he directed his attention to the other corner of the room, the colors on his face drained.

Amidst the mess of metal chains and torn blankets, Isaac watched closely as the figure on the floor took a raspy breath, eyes moving behind closed lids, lips mumbling incoherent words.

“Y/N?” Isaac slowly approached, the other members of the pack on the other line calling for his attention and asking if they heard him call your name.

At the sound of your name being called, your body went rigid. Your eyes flew open, widening as you saw a shadowy figure in front of you moving closer.

“Please, no more.” Your voice cracked from the overuse as you begged, the sound of heavy metal clinking together echoed in the empty room as you backed away slowly. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, please!”

Your frame quivered as you continued to plead, sweat mixed with blood trickled down your body as you attempted to make yourself smaller against the corner of the cell; failing from the sudden pain on the back of your neck that restricted you to move any further away from where you were.

“Y/N, it’s Isaac. I’m not going to hurt you.” Isaac ignored the voices over the phone calling for him, asking if he really found you. “You’re safe now, they’re not going to hurt you.”

Isaac almost expected for you to cower further away from him, but you didn’t – instead, you relaxed a little as his hand landed on the small of your back and the other on your shoulder effectively pulling you into an embrace.

As Isaac felt you release a breath before melting against his chest, his scent effectively calmed you down as your wolf recognized her other half. You both stayed like that for a while before he went back to examining you and what was behind you, more so what was attached to you.

Now, more diligent in his movements, his hands hovered over what seemed to be a tube attached to the back of your neck. He shifted in his kneeling position, careful not to jostle you, before taking his phone from his pocket.

“Something’s attached to her, I need to get it off-.” He informed more to Stiles and Lydia than to others present on the call.

“Don’t!” Lydia exclaimed, panicked at what Isaac was planning. “Not yet.”

“But she’s already hurting!” Isaac’s hands returned to your shoulder and back, holding you closer - as close as the tube permitted.

“That’s connected to her spine, Isaac,” Stiles added, warning him of what might happen. “If you remove it you might do some serious damage here.”

His attention turned back to you when he heard you whimper his name.

You were testing to see if Isaac was really there with you or if you were merely hallucinating again, not sure anymore of what was real after everything that happened to you for the past few years.

“Isaac?”

“Hi,” he smiled down when he pulled away from you a little, his voice shaking as he cupped your face in his hands. “I’m here.”

Your eyes focused on his face, blinking a few times before-

“No.”

That, he did not expect.

“No, no, no.” You mumbled repeatedly making Isaac more confused- were you not happy or relieved to see him with you?

“You shouldn’t be here.” As you came to your senses, you moved out of his grasp and pushed him away at the same time with the little strength you have left.

“Y/N, we came here for you. What are you talking about?” Isaac was hurt, you can see it in his face the way his brows furrowed and eyes already releasing a few tears down his cheeks.

Before you could answer back, the same ringing sounded again.

“Isaac, you have to go, please.” You cried, your own tears flowing down your cheek as you tried to pry his hands that held on to your wrists away, wanting to get out of his hold on you all the while fighting the heavy ache in your body to turn against your own will.

“Isaac, you have to get out of there!” You can hear Stiles over the phone, can hear Scott and the others running to where your werewolf was located.

“I’m not leaving her,” Isaac growled at them but his eyes stayed on you.

“You have to, plea-”

“Y/N!”

A blood-curdling scream left your lips as your body started to tremble on the floor, your bones were visibly breaking and morphing under your skin against your will yet again. The jagged edges of the broken bones breaking through skin and the movement causing purple and blue patches to decorate your flesh, all the while the liquid inside the tube that was still attached to you bubbled angrily.

“Isaac!”

Turning to the person who called his name, he suddenly felt himself being tugged down to the floor as the sound of electricity zipping past them blasted onto the steel bars of a small window on the wall overcame your pained screams.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” the static voice called.

“It’s the Dread Doctors.” Stiles’ voice over the phone can be heard, more papers can be heard being flipped and thrown somewhere. “They’re the ones doing this to Y/N.”

“I need to get it off of her!” Isaac spoke to the phone as he watched Thor lunge at one of the doctors in front of them, his clawed hand not holding back any hits he let out. Scott was next when another appeared much closer to where you and Isaac were.

Once your cries quieted down and your body settled down to small shakes - appeased from the onslaught of transforming against your will, Isaac’s hands hovered over the tube.

“You have to go before they hurt you.” It was barely a whisper when the words came out of your mouth, your body was getting too tired to fight it anymore.

“No, I’m not leaving without you, you know that.” Isaac spoke it with a voice that left no room for arguments as he held the tube in his hand and attempted to pull.

Isaac held back a sob as the screams you let out shattered through the noise of the grunts and punches being thrown. But before he could successfully pull it out, a force had hit him and sent him across the room hitting a wall with a loud thud.

“Near-perfect.” Another doctor, the same one who threw Isaac off of you, had appeared next to you with a device in his hand that, from the looks of it, controlled the tube that was pumping the liquid into you.

“Stop, please!” Your hands flew to the contraption attached to you just as Isaac charged at the doctor, sending them both to the ground.

Blinking away the heaviness of your eyelids, you tried to move from your position on the floor only to fall back down flat on your stomach. The wolf in you whined in panic, barking almost as she nudged you with her head to stand up - that you still had strength in you and she was there to anchor you herself.

“Give her back to me,” You can hear Isaac from across the room, the sight of him swiftly landing blow after blow at the doctor caught you off guard. The blood that ran down his temple to his eyes only added a level of intensity to his yellow glowing gaze as he gave a growl that had an unnerving timbre to it. “Now.”

On the other end of the room, you watch Scott claw at the doctor he was against before the mask fell off and revealed a face that was mottled, wrinkled, and scarred. If the true alpha was disgusted, he did not show it as he put his arms up to block the hit the doctor threw his way.

At the sound of a device dropping to the cemented floor, you felt the vibration of the tube behind you stop - the bubbles silencing as it halted its actions. This immediately cleared your head and relieved you of the pain, the fuzzy veil finally lifting as you took another deep breath and attempted to sit upright again.

Successfully sitting up with a few labored breaths accompanied by a wince, you lifted your aching arms and took hold of the tube attached behind you - the stinging feel of the needle made itself known as the small movement you made just from holding it jostled a little.

Taking a couple of ragged breaths again, trying to gather the courage and strength to pull the thing behind you when the air was suddenly knocked out of your lungs. The sensation of a sharp jab radiated from your side, the groan you let out echoed to the other end of the room making your eyes dart to where Isaac was.

“No,” you let out a gasp at the sight of your mate wide-eyed as he stared up at the doctor in front of him - the pain you felt on your side mirroring where the Surgeon’s swordcane embedded on Isaac’s side and giving it a twist for good measure. “Isaac!”

Your wolf’s painful yips turned to a low dangerous growl.

Feeling the familiar throb in your gums as your canines grew longer, you heard a banshee’s piercing scream all the way from the other wing of the Eichen house while a true alpha’s growl filled the place you were in.

“No more,” You say through clenched teeth, Thor’s knees buckling at the command in his alpha’s voice, Scott and the doctors they were up against stood in awe at the willpower you displayed.

“Perfect,” one of them said under their breath, the final push for perfection.

Finally standing tall, the tube attached to your neck earlier now clutched in your hand, you did not waste time as you took down each person who did you wrong.

Going for the closest antagonist in your life, Thor immediately scrambled out of your way as your claws wrapped around the Geneticists neck. You let your body move past her without letting go of your grip on her before using the momentum to lift the doctor up, the weight and force effectively disconnecting her head from the rest of her body before hurdling her to the Pathologist who was clambering away from Scott and the fight.

Everything was a blur to the other occupants of the room as you zipped past them and took down each one before you finally lunged at the Surgeon who finally released his grip on both his cane and on Isaac.

“My child-” he managed to say as your grip on his neck tightened, his feet barely touching the ground - your eyes glowing a dangerous color as you stared up at him.

You can finally see through the mask, raw pink flesh with stitches decorating it was what the steel mask protected. His mouth opened to say something but only a gurgled gasp came out as your other hand embedded itself in his chest and pierced through skin and muscle. You felt your wolf puffing up with pride and anger - you were their greatest creation and downfall.

Silence enveloped the room as the lead doctor took his last breath before you haphazardly threw him to the ground.

With his nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed, Isaac pulled the swordcane out of him. His jaw clenching before he let out a pained groan at the feel of the weapon sliding out before leaning heavily against the brick wall while clutching his side.

Your attention was immediately drawn to your other half, managing to wipe off some of the blood on your hand before tending to him.

“Hey,” Isaac greeted as he tried to not lean all his weight to you as you wrapped your arms around his waist, careful not to touch the stab wound on his side. You felt tears playing at the edge of your lashes as you buried your face against his chest, the scent signifying home.

“Can’t really ask you if you’re okay,” You managed to say once you pulled away and looked up at him.

“You’re one to talk,” Isaac replied with a chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You smiled, wiping the stray tear that ran down your cheek with the back of your hand as Isaac’s lips returned to your forehead for another kiss.

“Y/N, look-”

“No!”

A loud bang and the pain that came with it suddenly broke the bubble of peace you were in.

Clutching you to his chest, you saw the same confused expression that reflected on Isaac’s eyes before they darted from you to where the smell of gunpowder was coming from.

The Pathologist’s hand shook as he held the gun up, a crazed look in his eyes as he attempted to stand up from being buried under his colleague's lifeless body. He muttered incoherent words as he aimed the gun at you again.

But before he can pull the trigger, another loud thud took you all by surprise as you witnessed the man fall down flat on his face.

“Damn.” Lydia was behind him with a bloodied metal bat clutched in her hands - Stiles’ hands were up in the air, his eyes were wide as if he couldn’t believe his girl just did that.

“Well mark me down as scared and horny,” Stiles muttered under his breath, his brain replaying the moment Lydia all but took off with his metal bat and ran down the hall as fast as her heels allowed her to where they were now.

~

“Thank you, Thor.” You hugged the larger-built werewolf, his arms wrapping around you tightly but still being mindful of your current state. “But I don’t think I’m fit to be your alpha - to be the pack’s alpha anymore.”

“I will never understand how you and the others accepted me after what had happened.” Your feet dangled as you sat on a bricked fence outside of the Eichen house, the jacket from Isaac wrapped around you securely to act as a buffer against the coolness of the night.

You can hear Thor’s wolf whine at your words, his face already reflecting the sadness you both felt at what you were doing as he leaned against the fence you were sitting on.

“Alpha, please don’t discredit yourself.”

You looked up at him, not really believing his words with how much damage you’ve done to the pack - to your family.

“You are more than worthy - especially at your age.” He added, pointing out that most of the alphas out there were a hundred years older than you. “You are strong.”

“Thank you, again - for everything,” your lips quivered as you gave your best smile before glancing up to try and prevent the tears from spilling down your cheeks. The thought of leaving your pack broke your heart, they were family. But you needed to have someone better to lead and handle pack-related things -- you needed to recover.

A comfortable silence settled around the two of you before you heard Stiles and Isaac walking towards you.

“Jeep’s good to go, big guy.” Stiles said - more to Thor than you - with a tilt of his head to gesture to where they were parked as Isaac helped you to your feet and walked you towards Lydia’s car.

“You okay?” Isaac asked softly as you both settled in the back seat.

His eyes double-checked the graze on your shoulder from the bullet that hit you, his arms never leaving your side as he let you lean on him - exhaustion already catching up to you with the way your body sagged against his.

No, not really. You wanted to say as he only tugged you closer to him, the drive to Deaton being quieter save for the soft tunes the radio played.

“I will be.”

~~~

Isaac didn’t know what exactly woke him up.

Staring back at the ceiling, his ears strained to hear bed sheets rustling beside him. With the little light that passed through the curtains of the room you shared, he ran his hands down his face before turning to his bedside.

His eyes squinted when his phone awoke and flashed the time, 3:01AM it read - the phone’s screen showed a picture of the two of you together during a weekend picnic Lydia had arranged a few weeks ago. You had your eyes closed and lips smiling - a genuine smile after so long - against his neck as he had his arms wrapped around you tightly while he made a face to the camera.

Isaac stared at his phone’s lock screen a few moments longer before movement on his side and the feel of cold skin touching his leg took him out of his reverie.

Putting his phone back on the nightstand, he curled back down the covers and turned to face you. For someone who’s a warm-blooded supernatural creature themself, you sure have cold feet.

Isaac cupped your face before tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you were lying on your stomach facing him with your hands tucked just a little under your pillow. You were still in deep sleep but it did not look as peaceful as he remembered - your brows were furrowed, your lips moved as if mumbling something and an occasional hand twitch was what he observed.

“Y/N?” Isaac asked, his voice croaked from the lack of use as he leaned on his elbow and tried to coax you awake.

It didn’t take too long before Isaac finally understood what you were saying.

Please, no more...p-please.

Leaning over your side of the bed, Isaac flicked the switch to your bedside lamp open and tried to call for you again. He could now see the thin layer of sweat on your forehead, the sheets bunching up in your grasp as your knuckles turned a lighter shade from how tight your grip was.

I can’t t-take it anymore...

“Hey, baby,” Isaac gently ran his hand down your back a few times, trying not to ‘jolt’ you awake. He knew what methods to use in waking you up when things like these happen, though it took multiple trials and errors with a few bumps - more or less scratches - in the way. But god, he’d take you screaming and lashing out at him any day than this.

I’m sorry, I won’t do it again...

“Y/N, please wake up for me.”

It broke his heart more at the thought that while you were already together, even if in that span of time you were simply friends at first, they’ve already done a multitude of things to you.

“Y/N, I’m here - you’re safe.” He tried again, the soft kiss to your temple lingering a little longer in hopes that it might help - let you sense that he was present and you were not in danger anymore.

“Y/N, no one’s gonna hurt you,” He spoke softly.

Covering your clenched hand with his, it was all it took before your eyes flew open with a sharp gasp of air. It took some strength and swiftness from Isaac to hold your wrists when you sat up so fast - almost bumping his chin in the process - that you almost fell out of the shared bed.

“Hey, hey,” He called for you, your eyes were dilated, blown wide and looking around frantically as if you were searching for the threat that plagued your life a year ago and giving you these night terrors that prevented you from having a good night’s sleep.

“I’m here, you’re safe.” He repeated, waiting for you and not letting go.

“Isaac,” He waited a little more before you finally settled down and realized where you were, your voice shook a little as you spoke his name; eyes glassy as you looked at the familiar blue eyes that called for you.

“I’m here.” Isaac gave a small smile as his hold on your wrist loosened before sliding his hands in yours and holding onto them on your lap - the soft yellow light from your bedside lamp gave his face a soft glow; his eyes looking more kinder that it already was.

Not again. Your lips trembled as you held back a sob, you shook your head as you stared down at your joined hands.

You felt trapped.

That was the only thing you felt and you wanted out, you wanted this to stop; you want an end to this thing happening to you - you don’t deserve the man in front of you.

Having known you for so long, Isaac can already see it on your face, he already anticipated it.

“I love you,” He spoke.

Absolutely no room for arguments, “I won’t leave you.”

You felt Isaac’s hands rest on your hips as you withdrew yours from his hold and tried to stop and wipe as many tears as you could with the heel of your hands. He let you lean your head on his shoulder, the feel of his lips placing a comforting kiss to your ear should’ve given your heart a little leap but it didn’t.

“How much longer will you tell me that before you finally get tired?” You did not mean to say it out loud, you hiccupped once your tears finally settled down with your head and heart.

“Never,” Isaac said as he pushed you away a little to look at you, cupping your face in his warm hands to make you look up at him, a glint of playfulness present. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You could only sigh and give a soft smile.

“You’re too good for me, Isaac.”

Bringing your hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles, he let them go before cupping your face again and leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and lastly a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You deserve good things, Y/N.”

You deserve them after everything you went through. Isaac gave that smile he reserved only for you when he pulled away.

Lying back down, Isaac pulled you closer to him before pulling the covers up just below your chin.

“We’ll be okay, remember?” Isaac reminded you of the words you said to him when he asked you a year ago.

You did not miss the way he said ‘we.’ You did remember what he told you, that you were in this together - you’re it for me.

“I remember,” you answered, curling as close as you can to his side. The tip of your nose resting against the warm skin of his neck as he rest his chin on top of your head, arms tightening around you before they relaxed.

~

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anon requested: do you think you can write this? 6thYear!Draco FWB with fem reader (really rough smut to take out his stress and frustrations) and she ends up getting pregnant from a broken condom but tries to hide the pregnancy until it can’t be hidden anymore/Voldemort somehow finds out and uses her to his leverage so Draco does his task? it doesn’t have to be a happy ending. if you don’t want to write this, it’s okay. thank you.

info: war was upon the students of hogwarts. getting pregnant wasn’t the plan.

warnings: SMUT, slight dirty talk, death

genre: smut, angst, fem!reader

word count: 1700+

a/n: LMAO on my wip page i put fluff.... sorry guys but no fluff here. semi edited,, ALSO I JUST REALIZED THIS ISNT FWB :((( IM SO SORRY

your hand tightens around the plastic in your hand, there’s a slight audible gasp that escaped the grasp of your lips, quiet enough for no one to notice, but loud enough for you to hear. you bite your lip, a surge of anxiety pumping through your veins, a skip of a heartbeat making you tap your foot. the two lines that formed in front of your eyes nearly had you shaking, but the worst part is you knew who the culprit was, and you knew how it happened.

you should have known that the moment you hadn’t gotten your period, that something must have happened. he used a condom that day, didn’t he? did i take birth control?

you and draco had been together for over a year, but you would be lying if you said that you hadn’t noticed his change in behavior. the silence that would fill the air, tension thick enough to slice with a knife. he always seemed like he was in thought, an empty gaze within his eyes.

two weeks ago, he was noticeably frustrated and agitated, so you didn’t question when he dragged you to a nearby supply closet, palming him through his pants.

he shut the door, quietly groaning into your left ear. his hands held the flesh of your ass, you could feel his warm breath on your skin, sending goosebumps all over. his mouth lightly brushed your ear, whispering an, “i need you.”

he took his thumb, slowly swiping it across your bottom lip. you parted your lips teasingly, letting his thumb enter your mouth as you lightly sucked on the fingertip. you could see the tent in his pants becoming tighter, the wetness building between your legs as you clenched your thighs together to hide your arousal, exciting thoughts running through both of your minds.

“we don’t have time for this, my love,” he whispered to you, lightly slapping your bottom. “i want you to turn around.”

a sudden feeling of confidence ran through your body, dragging your fingertips across his clothed chest. “oh yeah? why should i listen to you?”

draco decides to play along with your teasing, walking towards you as you walked backwards, your back pressing on the cool wall behind you. draco smirks, shamelessly looking at you up and down. he places his leg in between your thighs, his knee pressing against your clothed heat.

“you’re going to do exactly what i tell you to do princess, or else,” he says seductively, “now unbutton your shirt.”

the excitement running through your body made you bite your lip in anticipation, slowly unbuttoning your white dress shirt, draco watching your fingers play with the black buttons.

“hurry up princess,” he said sternly, nearly growling into your ear. his hand gripped at your thigh, and you let out a slight chuckle. 

“i don’t really feel like it, i think i’ll take my time.”

draco clearly wasn’t happy with your answer, roughly grabbing your waist to turn you around, now your chest was touching the wall, your two hands pressed against it. draco, still holding your waist, whispered in your ear, “since you decided to be a brat today, i’m gonna fuck you like one. alright? do we have any problems?”

you whimpered in response, breathing heavily as you heard the unzipping of his pants. he tugged open the foil of a condom, rolling it onto his length. he raised your skirt, pushing your panties aside. he lined up with your entrance, and with no warning, he slammed into you. you cried out, screwing your eyes shut.

“oh fuck,” he groaned in relief, aggressively pounding into you as you continued to moan his name loudly.

“hm? what do you have to say now?” draco grunted as he continuously fucked you from behind. you and draco have gotten rough before, but not like this, it was different. you liked it.

draco repeatedly hit the same spot in your body, pleasure rushing throughout your system. he would pull out to your entrance, then slam back in, the sound and smell of sex filling the small room.

“it feels so good,” you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. a recognizable feeling began to build up in your stomach, draco’s thrusts becoming sloppy but still pleasurable.

“i’m gonna come,” you whimpered, your vision becoming fuzzy.

“beg for it, princess.”

you were panting, sweat drenching your clothes, “please draco, f-fuck. i want to come so bad — please!”

“then come, princess.”

and with that, you let go, your body shaking while draco thrusted one last time, before finishing off as well.

the memory of that rough day in the closet was still freshly etched in your mind, and it remained there as you stared at the positive pregnancy test. your hand covered your mouth, tears welling up in your eyes. this couldn’t be happening.

you needed to tell draco, he had a right to know. you were still going to decide for yourself if you wanted to keep it or not, and you were leaning on the idea of raising the child. it didn’t matter if draco wanted it or not.

—

the first thing that draco wished, was that he had told you about his hidden identity. when draco heard the news, he wasn’t sure if he should be happy or not. he loved the idea of having a family with you, he didn’t expect to have one so early, but he genuinely wanted to create a future with you — just not under these circumstances.

the dark mark on his arm haunted him, the voice of voldemort’s appearing in draco’s recurring nightmares, and his ghastly tasks assigned to him never failed to make him shiver. so raising a child during this dark and twisted era, scared him.

a hundred things ran through his mind, asking himself if he would be a good father, whether or not his child would hate him because he was a bad person, and the secret he hid from you about being a deatheater.

“that’s amazing, y/n,” he smiled at you, and you let out a sigh of relief. you ran into his arms, burying your head in his chest as you let out a small cry.

“i thought you would leave me,” you said quietly, muffled by his clothing, but still audible. he smiled, brushing your hair as he held you in a warm embrace.

“i would never leave you,” he said softly, smiling down at your figure. you looked up at him, your eyes watery and shining like crystals, happy tears running down your face. you were draco’s soft spot, the one person who draco would rather die with than live without, and the thought of losing you made draco’s heart hurt.

he wiped the tears off of your face, planting a kiss on your forehead. for the first time in awhile, he felt calm, the warmth of you surrounding him, your soothing presence making him feel like this moment would last forever, and he wished it did, for he would have preferred to stay with you in that circumstance for the rest of his life.

—

the second thing draco wished, was that he had never been brought into this type of life. draco swore he nearly cried when bellatrix, voldemort’s fanatically loyal servant, ordered him to kill dumbledore. he almost said no, when thinking of you. the only thing that had stopped him, was the mention of your name. he froze in his tracks, trembling.

“you’re in love with another pureblood, aren’t you? what was her name — y/n?”

a cackle left bellatrix’s chapped lips while she played around with her wand. she sat comfortably in draco’s home, an evil smile from ear to ear. “she bears a child, doesn’t she?”

draco was left speechless, his lower lip quivering in horror. “how do you know that?”

he barely heard the sound of his mother questioning him, only thinking of what might possibly go wrong in this situation.

“it’s not about how i know, it’s about what i can do,” bellatrix said, standing up from the chair. “so it settles it then, you kill dumbledore, or i kill y/n and your child.”

draco forgot how to breathe. his brain scattered with possibilities of anything bad happening to you, how you would sound when you were being tortured, the pleading cries you would scream out while draco could only watch. he had to do it. he had to kill dumbledore.

but how could he? he would have to bear this weight on his shoulders, be seen as a murderer to you and his child. what would you think of him? would you think of him as a monster? even so, how would he protect you if he were to refuse the proposal of voldemort?

he was overwhelmed with thoughts, no hope left in his body. he couldn’t do it, he was too scared. he knew he was too much of a coward, and his inability to tell you about his dark mark proved it.

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the third thing draco wished, was that he could’ve started a family with you. he imagined you with a bright smile on your face, placing breakfast on the table while your baby babbled random noises in their high chair. you would kiss him goodbye as he left for work, and he would never lose that feeling of happiness you gave him; but as he heard the terrified screams and shrieks that emitted from you, he knew that it would not be happening.

he simply had refused to kill dumbledore, creating a plan to escape with you, to run away and live a secret life, but that was too good to be true, as he watched your shivering body. you weren’t dead, just badly hurt. voldemort was laughing in amusement, watching you writhe in pain while tears ran down draco’s pale face.

“stop it! you monster!” draco bawled, his mother and bellatrix holding him back.

“did i not say that she would die? how dare you disrespect me?” voldemort shouted in response. the pain was too much for you to handle, and you dropped to the floor, still alive, but almost gone. draco should have told you, he knew he should have said something about the dangers that were ahead of you. he knew that he was in the wrong, and what he was about to do wasn’t going to fix everything, but it was the least he could have done.

so when draco ran in front of your body, as voldemort yelled out the curse that would send you to death, draco had received the curse instead of you, and the final thing he wished was that he had told you how much he loved you.

so when you began to crawl towards draco’s lifeless body, your own soul beginning to leave yours, you kissed him.

and both of you lay there, with your unborn baby, never knowing what could have been.

[thebookreader12345]

Friendly Parenting Pt. 2

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x reader

Summary: Owen is now a few months old, and Natalie and Will decide to set Y/N up on a date with Connor

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: mentions of a car accident and heart problems

Word Count: 1,509 Words

Pt. 1     Pt. 3

“You’re late,” Maggie told me as I entered the ED.

“I know. I’m sorry. I promised Natalie I would drop Owen off at her mother-in-law’s place, but just before I could leave, he spit up on me and I had to change and-”

Maggie cut me off. “If I didn’t know you and Nat’s situation, I’d say you sound like a mom. Hurry up and drop your stuff off. I’ve got a case for you.”

“All right. Give me two minutes,” I say and rush into the lounge. I practically threw everything into my locker and shoved my stethoscope into my coat pocket. Pulling my hair up into a ponytail, I made a beeline for the exit only to be blocked by Connor.

“What’s the rush?” Connor asked.

“I was late today, and if I don’t get back to Maggie in the next 45 seconds, I’m toast,” I exclaim. “Excuse me.” I went to walk around Connor, but he gently grabbed my arm and stopped me from leaving the lounge. “Connor, I said I have to go.”

“Calm down, would ya? You’re working with me today. And you’re not really late considering that our patient hasn’t even come in yet,” Connor notified me.

“Oh. Sorry,” I reply. Connor gave me a small smile, and I could feel a light blush creeping up onto my cheeks, so I turned around so that Connor couldn’t see it. I then made my way back to my locker to organize it since I had the time. “Got any info on our case?”

“Not much. All I know is that it’s a car crash vic. Apparently he lost consciousness at the wheel, hence the car crash,” Connor stated.

“Sounds exhilarating,” I joke.

“What? Not your kind of case?” Connor asked, even though he knew me well enough to already have the answer to that question.

“I prefer the cases that keep you on your toes. The ones that start as a mystery and have you dying to figure out what’s going on even though it’s staring you right in the face. Those are the cases that get my adrenaline pumping, and they’re the ones that make me feel like I’m really helping people out,” I admit.

“Connor! Y/N! Incoming!” Maggie shouted from the nurses’ station at the ED.

“Duty calls,” Connor proclaimed.

“Duty calls,” I repeat and follow him out of the lounge and into the ED. “What have we got?”

“Mason Porter. Age 63. He lost consciousness at the wheel and caused a two car collision at an intersection downtown,” one of the paramedics informed us.

“Mr. Porter? Can you hear me?” I question as the paramedics transferred him from the gurney to one of the beds in the ED.

“I may be old, but I’m not deaf,” Mr. Porter responded. I see we had ourselves a jokester on our hands. 

“You ever lose consciousness like this before?” Connor asked.

Mr. Porter shook his head. “Never. The paramedics said there might me something wrong with my ticker?”

“That’s for us to find out. Did you feel dizzy before you passed out? Or was it more sudden?” My question wasn’t answered, and I glanced at Mr. Porter to see that he was staring off into space. “Mr. Porter?” Mr. Porter looked my way, and when he saw me, he smiled.

“Ah, my beautiful granddaughter is here!” Mr. Porter said and reached up to touch my cheek. “Mya, why haven’t you come by more?”

“He’s hallucinating. Chances are he’s got a severe case of endocarditis. We need a chest x-ray in here,” Connor called out into the ED. Seconds later, the machine was brought into the room, and Connor and I plus the others in the room put on our protective aprons. The x-ray tech positioned the x-ray over Mr. Porter’s chest, took a picture, and then the picture of Mr. Porter’s chest popped up on the computer connected to the machine. “What’d I say? Endocarditis,” Connor spoke and smiled at me.

“You’re always right, aren’t you?” I question teasingly as Connor grabbed onto one of the bed’s rails.

“Most of the time, yeah,” Connor replied with a small smirk. “Look, I’ve got to get Mr. Porter up to surgery.”

“Okay. Have fun,” I exclaim as Connor pushed Mr. Porter’s bed out of the room. I exited the trauma room and walked up to the nurses’ station to get another case, and as I was waiting for Maggie, Will walked over to me. “Hey, Will. What’s up?”

“You, me, Nat, Molly’s. Tonight after shift,” Will told me.

“Will, I was up for half of the night with Owen,” I confess.

“Right, which is exactly why you need a night out. Natalie’s getting Helen to keep Owen for a bit longer, so everything is taken care of. I’m not taking no for an answer,” Will declared.

I sighed. “Fine. Molly’s tonight after shift.” Later that night, after my shift had ended and I changed into some new clothes, I headed to Molly’s. When I walked inside, I didn’t see Natalie or Will, but I did spot Connor sitting at the bar. I made my way over to him and slid into the barstool at his side, waving Herrmann down. “Hey, Connor.”

“Hey,” Connor responded as Herrmann walked over to me. 

“What’ll it be, Y/N? Just a beer?” Herrmann guessed.

“You know it,” I say.

“Herrmann, put her drink on my tab,” Connor requested.

“Gotcha,” Herrmann confirmed and placed a beer in front of me. 

“You didn’t have to pay for my drink. I make money too, you know,” I remind him. Connor smiled and took a sip of his beer.

“I know, but I wanted to,” Connor disclosed. I only shook my head and took a sip of my drink. After about twenty minutes, Natalie and Will were still nowhere to be found. I sighed and glanced at my phone to see if either of them had texted, but I had no new notifications. “You waiting for a text or something?” Connor asked me.

“Not exactly. Will and Natalie were supposed to meet me here after shift,” I answer.

“Wait a minute. I’m also waiting for Will and Nat,” Connor claimed. At that moment, everything made sense. I groaned and took a big gulp of beer in front of me, enjoying the way the bitter alcohol burned my throat. “Something wrong?”

“Natalie and Will, they set us up,” I inform him.

“Set us up? What are you talking about?” Connor questioned.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “I may have told Natalie that I liked you, and in turn she told Will, and so they tried to set us up. I feel so embarrassed,” I murmur.

“Why? I told Will the exact same thing,” Connor spoke.

“Hold on. You like me?” I ask.

Connor nodded. “I’ve liked you since the moment I got back to Chicago and got a job at Med.”

“Well, I did not see this coming,” I state. 

Connor laughed. “Me either. But since we’re here, and we both know that we like each other, Y/N, would you like to consider this our first date?”

“I would love to,” I say and wave Herrmann down towards us again. “Herrmann, we’re going to need some more beers.” The night went really well. It was nice getting to talk to Connor outside of work. There was so much we didn’t know about each other, and tonight gave us the opportunity to learn more. After a few drinks, it was getting late, so Connor and I decided to head out. Connor walked me to my car, and just before I could climb into the driver’s seat, I turned to Connor. “You know, there’s one thing we still have to do to make this first date official.”

“I think I already know what that one thing is,” Connor muttered and leaned forwards, pressing his lips to mine. I smiled against Connor’s mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to mine. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it was an amazing few seconds. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Connor,” I reply. The whole ride home, I was filled with happiness. I couldn’t believe I had kissed Connor. When I walked inside me and Nat’s shared house after about a five minute drive, I still had a smile on my face.

“You’re smiling,” Natalie pointed out. “And I’m guessing that because you’re smiling, things went well between you and Connor.”

“It was wonderful,” I breathe out and plop down on the couch next to her.

“And I’m ready to hear all about it. Spill,” Natalie demanded. The rest of that night was spent with me telling Natalie about what had happened between me and Connor. And when it was finally time for me to go to bed, all I could think about was our date. I was super excited to see where things would go with Connor and I, and I was ready to see what awaited us in the future.

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Homestay 3

@ayumiinuzuka @the-wholocked-blog

College got me fucked and I’m in the middle of trying to get everything set for me to go to Cosmetology school by the end of the semester and I finally noticed you two requested a part three! Hopefully this will satisfy your hunger for a cute, domestic, fluffy Fatgum 🥺🥺🥺

Taishiro Toyomitsu / Fatgum x Reader

Summary: With it all starting with Fatgum and his two young students shadowing him for their hero work studies having to stay on the downlow in your humble countryside home, you and Taishiro of course hit it off and spring a long distance relationship, but will it just end there????

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The chirping of the summer crickets and bugs sounded out along the rhythm of the heat waves that radiated back from the lush, green grass that swayed in the gentle breeze that cascaded over the lands. Birds flocked to and fro from the large camphor trees that loomed in their patches along the many crops and created their small little forestry where the many spirits reside with their humble hidden homes, temples, and shrines. You however raised a dirty hand to your brow as you crouch lowly to the ground, hands tentively pushing back the foliage of your plants to relive them of their heavy, ripe produce. Your bare fingertips also went to relieve them of any weeds that had tried to grow too close for their comfort. Life was as plain and simple as it had ever been for the many past years of your life in the humble country side. Tenants who would stay came and went, either staying their month or even their simple two week. Usually you would get the occasional tenant who would stay for their year as they worked as a teacher or something of the sorts, but no. You stayed weary of that since now you had Taishiro in your life. It had been a year, looming on two, of being with him. You would reside weeks to go and visit him when you didn’t have a homestay guest or he would come to stay with you for a couple of days.

Those times spent together gifted you with a small slice of domestic happiness. Whenever you were visiting him, you would be the doting wife like figure that fixed him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The wonderful ray of light that ironed out his hero uniform or suits. That always sent a wave of relief through him, he was horrible at ironing and starching, but you were a wiz at it. You thanked your grandmother and her strict ways of doing the laundry though for that perfect skill that always impressed him. You were the cutie that would arrive at his work with that familiar, worn straw hat that would come to visit him and of course cast a little side eye at the secretary who wouldn’t let you in to see Taishiro the very first time you come to the big city to surprise him.

But when Taishiro came to visit you? It was so peaceful. No busy streets or people coming in and out quicker then the speed of light. No nosy streets of a city that seemed to never sleep. It was just you, him, the summer bugs that made humble dwellings upon your land, and the soft coos of the chickens that lived out their lives in their humble coop. Not to mention that he would help you hang the laundry filled with jokes, teases, and giggles. Help you with the heavy handwork around your seemingly ancient home, and glisten with sweat alongside you when relieving your garden of their produce. Both lives spent together filled the both of your with immense joy and satisfaction.

Just imagining those moments spent together as a couple or a married pair that seemingly lived together sent a blush and smile crawl upon your face. It even did so now as your tired legs pushed you up to a standing position, basket filled with your harvest now upon your back as you stepped up to a nearby pump, lifting and pushing down the handle to sputter out the cool water from the pipes and ground below to rinse your hands and fingernails of dirt before continuing forward, humming a soft tune under your breath as you stepped up to one of the small shrines that sat off to the side on your property, sparing a small cucumber and a prayer before making your way back to your home, hand tugging the edge of your shirt to wipe at the sweat upon your brow.

“Hey there! You probably should have waited for me!” Called out an all too familiar voice. There he stood with that iconic grin upon his face, hands upon his hips as he stood upon the porch of your home. There stood Taishiro with his hair showing off it’s beautiful blonde perfectly thanks to the summer sun. He also looked to be in the middle of bulking back up, but either way you didn’t care. He seemed to radiate handsomeness to you whether he be muscular, that cute bulky in between, or that strong fluffy form that was just absolutely perfect for cuddling away in the colder months. With a grin stretching upon your face, you let your tired feet quicken their pace, hands skillfully and carefully swing the basket off your back to abandon upon the ground as you used the last of your leg’s strength to hop up and onto the wooden planks of the porch, Taishiro’s hands moving to grab ahold of yours to help you do so and pull you close for a tight embrace. He pressed you close to his body, not minding the dampness of your sweaty shirt or the smell of dirt and soil that lingered on you with your time out in the garden.

“I missed you! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” You giggled out excitedly as you back away, hands pushing away the frizzy strands of hair that curled about your face due to the summer’s humid air. “I would have at least prepared myself!” You teasingly scolded him as you stepped back down from the porch, though he was quick to follow and grab ahold of the basket for you with ease, already leading you back to the house where he slid the door open with an sense of ease and familiarity and stepped in.

“Oh come on, it’s not like you need to prepare yourself before I see you.” He said with a roll of his eyes as he sat the basket down upon the tiles of your kitchen, shoes slid off and left by the back door alongside yours, his silly, fuzzy, pink slippers that were left behind at your home now upon his feet. “I like you sweat, dirt, and all” he said with a grin as he turned to look at you, though was bombarded with yet another hug, a sigh of content exhaling from your lungs.

“I know, I know, but still, would be nice to not be all nasty.” You said as you pressed your ear upon his chest to listen to the soothing drum of his heart, his check pressed away upon the top of your head as the two of you swayed gently to a soundless song. “But....I would still like to have a bath..” you said with a giggle as you pulled back a bit to look up at him.

The two of you now relaxed back within the tub of the bathroom, the two of you slouched lowly within the steamy water up to your chins in relaxation as the hot water began its process of melting away the stress of today’s work from your body. Music played too from a little speaker set off to the side, the two of you enjoying each other’s quiet company as the two of you relaxed. Though you cleared your throat as you removed the damp towel from your face to look at him.

“What happened this time....” you asked, though it came out more of just a simple demand for an answer, though of course not rudely or pressingly. He shrugged his shoulders as he reached a hand up, the water dripping from his arms as he removed the small cloth that sat over her own face, looking at you now. “The usual....a guy does something petty, sees the only way out is fighting back and I’m the shield of the whole situation.” He said with a dry chuckle as his arms rested upon the lip of the tub, you only giving a sigh and a small shake of you head.

“You know....you better be careful, your body must be worn down by all this breaking down and rebuilding.” You muttered out, which he only shook his head that was accompanied with a little smile at your worried gaze.

“Eh, don’t worry about me, it doesn’t do much to my body, only annoying thing is the rebuilding period.” He hummed out as he lifted his arms to take a look at them. They were bulkier, fuller than his lean mascular state that would appear right after all his fat energy was used, but those muscles peeled through and flexed with each of his movements. Now sitting up and causing ripples to break through the calm surface of the water, a bit of his upper torso was now on display. It was muscular too, but a bit fluffier now? Was that a good way to describe it within your mind? It puzzled you to find the correct words, but the one thing you were sure about was that you admired it and adored it.

“I like those period, it gives you a break from the grueling work of a hero.” You commented with a shrug of a shoulder, your head leaned back onto the rim of the tub, hair roughly over the side with those frizzy strands curled by the humidity within the steamy bathroom framed your face. “Plus whenever you are with me when that happens, I enjoy cooking you the things you like with you, it’s nice...” you hummed out as your head moved to look over at him, a small soft, flirtatious grin upon his face as he looked back to you, one of his damp fingers going to caress the side of your head, those water droplets that once sat upon his fingers now dampening your hair.

That loving look that he casted upon you always sent your heart fluttering and your eyes moving else where as it always got you flustered, no matter how many times he casted that same heart melting look in your direction. It would forever be a weakness against your love frenzied heart.

The two of you now stood, the sound of water being moved and dripped sounding out as towels were now used to rid of the stubborn droplets of water, hair ruffled to dry it, and clothes now tossed back on the two of you now resting out open the porch, mosquito net slightly billowing in the soft, refreshing evening breeze as the two of you sat upon the futon, cards now with your hands as the two of you mindless played away with the game at hand. Though the two of you mostly aimlessly talked about random things. Such as movies, shows, old childhood memories, moments of anger and sadness or triumph and courage. It was things that the two of you knew inside and out, but even if the two of you knew each other from cover to cover, those conversations always led on and on with giggles and grins and a feeling of fulfillment as the two of you would reluctantly curl up together upon the futon with the breeze tickling any part of your body opened to it’s touch.

“You know...I hate the filling when I have to leave...” Taishiro soon hummed out as he looked quizzically to the cards in his hand, finally grabbing one and tossing it down and grabbing another, you soon moving to educate you’re own turn with a sad sigh.

“It’s like my other half is missing. Of course I’m fine without you here, you know? I trust you and blah blah blah.” You said as you sprawled yourself out on your side, hand propping up your head, the other holding onto your hand of cards as you looked to him. “But still, I miss you and whenever you are here with me it’s like I’m uplifted? Refreashed? It nice to be able to just live side by side.” You continued on though reached out your door to nudge his side. “Your turn Tai...” you pointed out, which he silently looked down to his cards, brows scrunched together as he strummed his fingers upon his bare knee before finally discarding a card and picking another up. Though with your words something seemed to shift. Something....shifted within him. He seemed tense, fidgety, nervous even? You didn’t point it out, but you gave him a raise of your brow as you had done your turn once more, tossing down the cards to reveal you victory, but he only silently scooped up the cards, beginning to shuffle them again.

“You like living along side me, correct?” He asked, almost to reassure himself as his hands that clutched onto the deck of cards now sat limply upon his lap, you letting out a scoff in bewilderment as you looked to him.

“Are you kidding? Yes I do!” You said with a little giggle and a grin that just sent a soft smile upon his lips as he looked to you. It almost seemed to wash away the jitters that had strangely overcome them, but not quite as he fiddled with the deck in his hands. Though they were soon set aside as he dragged over his bag packed with clothes, hands shakily pulling out a cube shaped object wrapped with a silk handerkerchief. Those nervous fingers delicately unwrapped to reveal the velvet box that sent your heart racing in your ears as he set it before you silently. “Taishiro...?” You quietly managed out in your quivering voice, he still bashfully fidgeting with his hands as he looked to you.

“Now I know we’ve only been dating for almost two years and some people would think it be crazy for us to just jump right in....but the thing is....why not?” He said with a little laugh as he watched you gently sit back up, eyes boring down to the velvet box before you. “I mean, I can picture myself living with you for the rest of my life, having children, growing old together...the stuff that I would want from a partner for the rest of my life.” He continued on, that handkerchief now being rung and twisted by his strong hands. “And about your house, we can still keep it, I know how much it means to you if you were to move to the city with me, but really I would love to move out here with you! The commute to the city and back isn’t that bad.” The hero continued to ramble on as your wide eyes finally looked up to him and his nervous appearance. Your hands finally nervously moved to open the box set before you, the orange of the late setting sun hitting the ring that sat tucked away in it’s safe bed.

The tears had finally pooled to your eyes and had began to cascade over and down your cheeks due to their heavy weight. Your hand shook as you lifted the box up, fingers going to grab the piece of jewelry, but Taishiro finally let his ever so larger and steadier hands reach for the ring to gently tug it out and slip it upon your finger, those large fingers of his wiping away the tears upon your cheeks as you let a shaky smile stretch across your lips as you stiffled back your sniffles from your tears of joy. The hug that you had dumped upon him allowed him to release a breath of relief as his arms went to tightly embrace you, hands buried within the tangles of your hair as you let out your pleas of tearful and emotional yes to the question that loomed over head with the presence of the ring now upon your finger.

“Hopefully you like the ring, Kirishima and Tamaki helped me...” he said with a boom of laughter, the lingering jitters still seeming to flutter within his chest as he looked down at you, which you now reached out your hand to look to the engagement ring admiringly.

“I absolutely love it!” You said with your giggles as your puffy eyes looked back to his, a lovesick grin now upon both of your lips as the two of you once again entangled in a tight embrace.

[ill-skillsgard]

Can you write something inspired by Bill's look in Do you like the taste of beer?😇 You are his night guest when you are in town for work but he's just a friend of a friend that you think is too pretentious. Cute but nothing special. That's until you see him in just his boxers and without glasses...

The lodging situation was not what you expected at all. Your semi-close friend from school promised a nice, clean apartment where you could spend the weekend with no one to bother you. The apartment belonged to his friend, which made the owner a friend of a friend, and you didn't do so well with people you didn't know. 

Your friend assured you'd be alone for the duration of the weekend, so when a tall, bespectacled man greeted you the moment you unlocked the door with a key you got from a hidden lockbox attached to a pole in the parking lot, your blood drained into your feet. 

"Oh! Oh my God, did I come at the wrong time?" You asked the brown-haired man standing in the hallway. 

"No, no, you're fine. I just wanted to say hi and explain some things to you before you..." he gestured at your arms full of bags. "Do whatever it is you're doing. Getting some work done?" 

You looked down at your overnight bag and satchel full of supplies. "Uh, yeah. I'm passing through and didn't want to pay hotel rates. They're insane in this city."

The tall man nodded broadly, having fully understood your complaint. He tucked his palms into the sleeves of his grey sweater and stepped out of the way. You cringed at the thought of making yourself at home in another person's space, but it was too late now. 

"You can use the entire apartment, of course," the man announced as he padded through the kitchen toward the counter and a cell phone plugged into the wall. "Have anything you want to eat, although there's not a whole lot. If you want to order food, the buzzer number is sixty-two thirty-four. All I ask is you clean up after yourself. Recycling, trash and compost are all under the sink. Dishes go in the washer. There's a gym on the top floor if you want to work out."

"I'll be okay," you said.

The man pressed the bridge of his glasses and motioned you down the hall. You followed him to an open door into a sizeable room. The setting sun blinded you both until he drew the curtains, cutting off the view of the glinting city. "Here's your room. I'm next door, but you don't have to worry about me."

Confused, you said nothing and set your bags down at the foot of the bed. It seemed your friend had misinformed you, but what were you to say? That you were uncomfortable staying in the apartment when the owner was still there? It would be terribly obtuse to show any kind of ungratefulness. After all, you were paying nothing to use the space, and the loft was nicely decorated and warm—the exact kind of place you'd rent out for a weekend of uninterrupted concentration.

He promised not to be a bother, but warned you might cross paths in the kitchen. He had an ensuite bathroom which minimized the chances of you bumping shoulders in the hallway. After his brief rundown, he left you on your own. You sequestered yourself in the room, put on your headset and texted your friend about the presence he'd omitted.

After a few hours, you forgot all about the man and dove into your work, resurfacing only after you'd chipped off a large amount of productivity. When you slipped off your headset to give your ears a break from pressing into your skull, you heard muttering on the other side of the wall. 

He spoke in another language, something Scandinavian and fraught with resentment. You rubbed the shells of your ears to restore blood flow, then replaced the headset and turned the volume up on your favourite song.

The morning forced you out into the kitchen. You could no longer beat your hunger off with a force of will. Shy as ever, even in the empty kitchen, you searched for something to tide you over, then decided you'd pack up your laptop and find the nearest cafe to sit down and order a hot drink and a sandwich. At least there you didn't have to worry about a stranger regarding you in their home.

The door at the end of the hall opened, followed by the slapping of bare feet on the wood floor. The man turned the corner into the kitchen, groggy and without his glasses. Your eyes widened at the sight of him in tight black boxer briefs, cupping a prominent bulge. 

"Good morning," he said.

"Hi."

He turned toward the counter, giving you a full view of his broad back and shoulders, the backs of his thighs and his mussed brown hair. Only then did you notice his true size; how tall the man was compared to you. When you had reached for a cup, you had to stand on your tiptoes, getting a knee up on the counter to propel yourself. He didn't struggle at all. Everything in the high cupboards was easily reachable.

And he caught you staring when he turned around. You pretended like you weren't analyzing his figure, but it was too late. It was your nature to watch, to catalogue the people and features and structures around you. But in the uncertainty of another's territory, your scrutiny was inexcusable.

"See something you like?" He asked.

"What?" You chuffed, cheeks suddenly inflamed.

He stepped away from the open cupboard and motioned toward the array of herbal tea. Your lungs deflated, but your skin remained hot.

"Oh, um... No, thanks."

He toyed with the string on the tea bag he'd selected, reaching to adjust the glasses missing from his face. You noticed the unique golden green of his eyes and how they commanded attention by being the brightest things in the room.

"Well, maybe I can interest you in something else?"

You don't know how it happened, or rather, you wished not to admit how easy it was for you to forget your discomfort in favour of joining him on the sofa. With his little boxers around his ankles and your underwear stretched away from your opening, he placed you on his lap and let his cock find your opening. 

Driven by hormonal impulse and a lust to explore unusual scenarios, you let the man fuck you as hard as he pleased. He clamped his large hands on your hips and pulled you forward, barred your arms behind your back, reached up between your shoulder blades to wind his fingers through your hair, and kissed down your neck and chest, ignoring your nipples in favour of smoother plains of skin. He let you keep your outfit on. All he wanted was your wetness. He didn't even kiss your lips. This wasn't about romance, and he would not make sure you orgasmed after him. 

The only thing he asked was for permission to come inside of you, and when he did, it was no fireworks show. He pumped his cock in and out, enjoying the added lubrication coating his shaft and your insides, then sighed and set you next to him like a used sex doll ready to be packed up and stored away for next time. He stood up and kicked his boxers off his ankles and then swept them off the floor to wipe the residue from his cock.

"I'll get you a towel. Unless you'd rather use the shower?"

Cleanliness was the furthest thing from your mind, but his expectant look made you fear he was dropping a hint.

"Oh... Sure," you said.

"Thanks, by the way. That was nice."

"Was it?"

"I enjoyed myself."

"That's good," you rolled your eyes.

"Sorry, are you not satisfied? You didn't have to ride my dick, you know. You could have said no."

"No, it's fine."

It was awkward to sit on the sofa while he stood nearby, stark naked with one last clear bubble of fluid threatening to plummet from the tip of his spent manhood.

"Oh, I see what's going on here," he stuck his finger in the air. "You wanna come too."

"Doesn't everyone?"

"You're right. How rude of me. Well... If you're spending another night, perhaps we can get together again?"

You said yes, skipped the cafe and waited around until sunset, listening to him argue with someone on the phone out on the balcony. And though you couldn't understand a word he spoke, you knew he spoke to a lover; someone who had no idea you were a pane of glass away and full of this stranger's cum.

[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

One shot: Caught//Obi Wan X Padawan!Reader

summary: you’ve had feelings for your Jedi Master forever, what happens when he catches you in a comprmising situation?

warnings: smut! Slight dom/sub, master/padawan, oral (fem receiving) age gap, (reader is a legal beaver, don’t worry!)

A/N: I haven't written smut in like a year so please be gentle! I was having some writings block so I decided to write this instead of the Forever Series this week, I’ll be back to it next week though! And once again, the reader is legal!

Word Count: 3k

“I think you’re losing your touch, master.” You said as the two of you circled each other. like wild animals you stared each other down. There was a challenge in Obi Wan’s eyes that you were eager to answer.

“Oh really? Then hit me.” He said teasingly in that sweet Coruscant accent of his.

You charged forward and threw a punch which he swiftly diflected with his wrist. Determined nonetheless, you threw another punch. This time, Obi Wan caught your hand in his. You pushed against his grip. You could feel your muscles straining with all the strength it took to attempt to get out of his hold.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, my padawan.” He said condescendingly

Frustrated at his cheeky demeanor, you Took advantage of your position and used your leg to sweep his legs out from underneath him. You escaped from his grasp as he fell back to the floor. Before you could land a swift quick to his chest, he quickly leapt up again and threw punch after punch at you, all which you blocked.

With every punch, Obi Wan took a step forward, slowly backing you up against the wall of the training room. Even through your thick robes you could feel the cool metal of the wall against your hot, sweaty back.

As he threw his next punch, you attempted to catch his wrist. As much as you hated to admit it, Obi Wan was stronger than you, and he used his strength to pin your hand against the wall. He had you stuck.

“Go ahead young one. Hit me.” You mind filled with a thousand different scenarios of how to get out of his grasp. The truth was, that you really didn’t.

In a split second of totally irrational thinking, you thrust your head forwards into Obi Wan’s,hard enough that a loud ‘clunk’ could be heard. In the moment of confusion and pain Obi Wan stumbled back, clutching his head where the collision had happened. You took the opportunity to slip out from the wall.

It only took a moment for Obi Wan to regain his demeanor.

“That was...unconventional.”

You shrugged. “It worked.” You said with a smirk.

He gave you a smug smile in return. “Doesn’t count though, darling.”

You felt ashamed of the butterflies that erupted from your stomach when he called you ‘darling.’

Quickly and swiftly, you swung your leg around, round house kicking Obi Wan in the head, once more knocking him to the floor.

“Ha!” You cheered in victory. But the celebration didn’t last long. He used his leg to knock yours from underneath you, sending you to the floor. Sprawled out on your back, he took the moment to pin you to the floor, strataling your hips with his and using his hand to hold both yours above your head.

Panting and sweaty, chest heaving in a desperate effort to catch your breath, you stared up at Obi Wan who didn’t even look tired. His face was inches from your, that damned Piece of hair falling in his face.

“I think that’s enough training for today.” He said, still on top of you, exuding dominance.

“I won right?”

Smirking, he moved off of you. You felt surprisingly empty without his presence so close. He stood up and offered you a hand.

“How about a draw?”

You clasped his hand in yours and got to your feet. “I think that’s the closest I’ve ever gotten to you admitting defeat.”

You whipped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. You could feel your Jedi robes sticking to your body in a sticky, in a uncomfortable way.

“Why don’t you go shower off y/n? You’ve trained hard today.”

You nodded. Exhausted, you trudged back to your quarters, leaving Obi Wan behind in the training room.

***

When you got to your quarters, you wasted no time in stripping off your drenched robes, throwing them on the floor as you made your way to the refresher.

You turned on the shower and quickly got in. You closed your eyes and let the cold water run over your aching body, soothing the tired muscles.

You reached for the soap and began scrubbing the sweat from your skin. As you did so you found yourself reminiscing about the training session. How close Obi Wan had been to you, How it felt to have him on top of you, pinning your hands above your head, his hot breath fanning your face.

You sighed as you continued to wash yourself. You knew it was wrong. The Jedi weren’t supposed to have attachments but how could you not be attracted to a man like that? You’d known him forever. You’d seen first hand how dedicated and caring he was, how much he gave up for the Jedi order. How lonely he was. everyone needed someone, why couldn’t you be that person for him?

You groaned and rested your head against the cool tile on the shower wall. ‘Because I’m his padawan,’ you thought. ‘Because he’s a Jedi, and because a million other things!’

You exhaled contently and turned off the water, as you stepped out of the shower, you thoughts still lingered on how handsome he was, imagining what he must look like under all those robes, how… gifted he must be down there.

As you thought of him, You felt your skin growing warm with need while you dried your body off with a soft towel. A wetness begging to pool between your legs. You walked to your bed and sat down. ‘Oh, the things that man could do to me!’ You thought as you dried off your hair.

Throwing the damp towel off to the edge of the bed, you laid back against the pillows. Closing your eyes, the image of him filled your mind. Not just his face but the way his strong calluses hand felt in yours when he helped you up earlier. The way he smiled and laughed, the way his voice sounded, even the way he smelled. The very essence of him.

Your soft hands ran down your neck and to your breasts. Gently, you traced down the underside of them, then slowly brought your hand up to tease and pinch your hardening nipples.

As you squeezed and teased yourself you thought of all the things Obi Wan would say if these were his hands.

Bitting your lip to hold back your moans, you dragged your hand lightly down the smooth skin of your stomach to the apex of your thighs.

You brushed your fingertips across the outer lips of your soaking pussy and let out a shaky breath as you dragged your fingers up and down your cunt, not letting them touch your clit just yet.

Mind fuzzy and breath shaky, you began to rub light circles on your clit, not using a lot of pressure just yet. With your other hand you began to you with your entrance.

“Oh, Obi Wan.” You groaned as you pushed a finger inside of you. You beagan pumping your finger in and out while slowly adding more pressure to your clit. You did your best to imagine what Obi Wan’s long fingers would feel like inside of you, stretching you out.

Adding another finger, your movements became more frantic and desperate as you neared the edge of your pleasure. “O-Obi!” You cried out in desperation.

At that moment, the door to your quarters, swung open and in walked the man himself, holding your cloak in his hand.

“Y/n you left-“ he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight before him.”

“Maker!” You cried out, quickly sitting up and grabbing the towel on the edge of the bed, attempting to cover yourself.

“Were you masterbating?” He said, confused. You felt like your face was on fire, not just from the embarrassment of the situation but from hearing an obscenity like that fall from Obi Wan's lips.

“D-don’t you know how to knock?”

“I did. I heard my name so I assumed I could come in.”

You sat there clutching the towel to your chest, mouth opening and closing, attempting to figure out the right words.

“You must be so upset with me.” You hung your head, ashamed. “I’m so sorry, I know I shouldn’t have thoughts like that and your my master and-“

He held up a hand motioning for you to stop. He gave you a soft smile. “I’m not upset y/n.”

“You’re not?” You said,surprised.

He shook his head. “I’d be lying if I say that I haven’t had… similar thoughts.”

You stared at him in shock, unable to truly process what you were hearing. A silence hung in the air.

“If you want me to leave I’ll never mention this again but-“ before he could finish, you sat up off the bed with a sudden burst of courage. The towel fell off onto the floor, revealing your naked body. You walked up to Obi Wan and stood close to him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Stay.” He groaned at the sight of you. Throwing your forgotten cloak to the side, he placed one hand on your bare hip and brought the other up to stroke his beard.

“You look exquisite darling.” He said staring down at you in awe. He cupped you chin in his large hand and brought his lips down to yours for a sweet, passionate kiss. Wrapping your hands around his neck, you moaned into the kiss and pressed your body into his. You relished in the feeling his his rough hand stroking small circles on your hip and lower back.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from him for air. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You said in between breaths. He began to place light open mouthed kisses along your neck.

“I know you have darling, so have I.” He found the sweet spot on your neck where he sucked and placed marks.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” You complained.

“Then do something about it, young one.” You felt his words go straight to your core. You brought your hands down to undo his belt, quickly and frantically you slid off his robes, allowing them to fall to the floor.

You stared at his wide toned chest, allowing to your fingers to run over it, your mouth leaving gentle kisses in their wake.

He groaned at your kisses, before cupping your cheek and bringing you back to him for a rough kiss, full of teeth and tongue.

He slowly walked you backwards towards the bed. You felt the back of your legs hit the mattress and you let yourself fall back onto the soft sheets.

Obi Wan stood in front of you, face slightly flushed and lips swollen for your previous actions. He smirked down at you as he undid his trousers.

“You’ve been naughty haven’t you my padawan?” You bit your lip and watched as he slid off his pants before crawling up on top of you. He smirked down at you, face inches from yours, that damned piece of hair falling in his face again.

“I have master.” He hummed as he brought his hand up the squeeze and toy with your breast.

“And what should I do about that?” He wondered aloud. “So many possibilities, but I’m thinking,” he said as he kissed down your chest. “I’ll make you wait for it.” He flashed you a devilish grin before he took one of your nipples into his mouth.

You whined and laced your fingers in his hair. “But I want you!”

He moved over to give your other tit some attention. “You’ve trained with me y/n, you know that I’m a patient man.” He left your breast and moved up to whisper in your ear. “I suggest you not complain too much unless you would like a much harsher punishment?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

You shook your head. “No master.”

“‘Master,’” he mused. “I like it in that context.” He went back to kissing down your stomach. “Stay still for me.” You hummed in response. He made his way down to your hips before tenderly grabbing your knees and spreading your legs apart. “Maker, you soaking!” He remarked as he stared at your pussy.

Obi Wan began by kissing your knee then torturously slowly, he worked his way up your thigh to your center. Just when he got close to where you wanted him the most, he moved to your other knee and repeated his actions. You wanted to scream but you didn’t complain. You’d waited for what felt like a life time, you could wait a little bit longer.

Finally, he pulled back and took in the sight of you. Breathless, shaky, and desperate. You shivered as he finally touched you. With light calloused fingertips he spread your lips open.

He stared into your eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on your clit. It felt like he was staring into your soul as he kissed and licked your sopping cunt, leaving you a moaning, writhing mess.

He took his mouth off you for a moment and replaced it with two of his fingers, slowly pumping in and out of you.

“This is what you were doing when I caught you, wasn’t it young one.”

“Mmh,” you moaned, nodding your head. “It’s much b-better with you here Master!”

“Tell me why darling.” He said before diving back in, tongue rubbing your clit furiously and fingers working miracles.

“Your fingers,” You said as you lifted your hips in a futile attempt to gain more friction. “Their s-So much longer” Obi Wan put your leg over his shoulder and used his free hand to push your hips back down. “They reach places mine ca- mmh, can’t!” You said in between gasps.

You could feel your orgasam building up again in the pit of your stomach. “Obi Wan I’m-“

“I know.” He murmured against your cunt. He pulled back and replaced his mouth with his thumb, rubbing in tight little circles on your swollen bud. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Hearing Obi Wan day such a dirty thing threw you over the edge. The shock waves of Your orgasam ran through your body. Never in your life had you felt this much pleasure, You were unable to hold back your loud moans and gasps as you came undone, all the while Obi Wan's magical fingers helped you through.

As you began to regain control of your senses He removed his finger from you and brought himself up to your face for another searing hot kiss. You loved that you could taste yourself on his tongue.

You slid your hands down his toned body until you reached the outline of his cock through his undergarments.

“Let me return the favor?” You asked seductively.

“Another time my sweet,” He said as he freed himself from his last spread of clothing. “you forget that I’ve been waiting too.”

You watched, mystified as he pumped his impressive length in front of you, the tip red and slowly leaking pre cum.

You reached up tentatively and cupped Obi Wan's face in your soft palms. His ocean blue eyes boring into yours

“Take me.” As much as Obi Wan appeared to be the boss in this scenario, he was utter putty in your hands.

“With pleasure.” You spread your legs a little wider, giving him better access to your throbbing cunt. With one hand by your head, propping himself up, he positioned himself at your entrance. He rubbed the tip of his dick over your sensitive clit a few times before finally pushing in.

The two of you gasped in unison as he entered you. The feeling of his long cock stretching you out was wonderful!

“You’re so tight!” Obi Wan murmured into the delicate skin of your neck.

You whined and bucked your hips up. “Please!”

At your request, he began to slowly thrust into you. You placed your hands on his strong biceps, nails unintentionally digging into them, Obi Wan didn’t mind though.

“Oh you feel so good inside of me!” You cried.

His thrusts began to speed up, becoming rougher and sloppier. You adored the feeling of him on top of you, skin to skin, his mouth on yours, his hand massaging your clit, you had never been more aroused.

You felt yourself coming close to your second orgasam of the night. His groans and moans in your ear driving you insane. Obi Wan could feel your pussy clenching around his length, getting him closer to the edge as well.

“I’m go-gonna-“ his hand sped up on your clit as he frantically thrust into you, chasing his own high. The beautiful moans you let out as you came were nothing less than crude.

“There it is, good girl.” He said as you came around him, body convulsioning. He pulled out of you and quickly stroked himself before spilling his seed on your stomach. And Maker the noises he made when he came were heavenly!

Panting, he brought his mouth back down to yours for one last gentle kiss before he walked over to the refresher. You closed your eyes, dazed, you let yourself enjoy your post orgasm bliss. You heard Obi Wan walk back into the room and felt him use a damp wash cloth to softly wipe his cum from your stomach.

When you opened your eyes, you watched as Obi Wan crawled back into the bed with you. As soon as he laid down he pulled you into his chest, letting you lay your head on his shoulder, running his fingers through your hair.

You two laid in a comfortable silence for a while before a thought crossed your mind.

“I sense there is something you want to ask.” Obi Wan said.

You bit your lip, not wanting to ruin such a perfect moment.

“Is this just… a fling for you or-“ he gently lifted your chin to make you look at him.

“Y/n, you are amazing and lovely. I want all of you and I would be honored to call you mine.”

You grinned at him. “Yours.” You enjoyed the way the word felt on Your tounge. you went to give him a sweet kiss but before you did you remembered.

“Oh hey,” he looked at you, waiting for you to continue. You gave him a small punch on his arm. “I win!”

He chuckled at your action. “That’s my girl.”

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