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ellaa-writes · 7 months

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The Beast Withiń

author note: Part 2. Part 1 here I rewrote this so many times. Some of them didn't end up saving but I like how this turned out. Not sure how long the series will be but going with the flow for now. Reminder this is an Alternative Universe to the cod franchise. Alpha König headcanon found here. masterlist

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: a lot of angst in this one. brief mentions of death. Cocky König. König asking for consent (he's trying). Mention of psychical violence. Mention of rape but not to reader or by König. Slow burn, still no smut yet but I promise it is coming. World building, relationship establishing. König is a crime boss/war criminal. I think that's all, enjoy! :)

Konig squeezed himself on your small livingroom chair. His knees well above his hips, his arms clamped to his sides. If this were any other circumstance you would have laughed at the sight. But right now you were pissed, no not pissed furious. Your fist clenching and unclenching, your nails digging into your palms hard enough to draw blood. You stomped your foot and pointed at the giant in the too small of chair.

“How dare you!” you yelled at him.” You son of a bitch!” you continued to yell. König didn’t take well of you calling his Mütter a bitch, rest in piece her soul he thought. All he did was raise his shoulders and roll his neck. This chair wasn’t comfortable at all and he’ll be paying the price for it. You could tell he wasn’t taking you seriously. His dumb smug face and his eyes blinking at you with indifference. You wanted to smack him, no you were going to smack him. You walked right up to him, nearly eye level with the sitting giant. You raised your hand and swung it through the air. Waiting for the stinging impact but it never came, instead König own hand wrapped around your wrist. Squeezing just enough to feel the grind of bone on bone, just enough to leave a slight bruise that’ll be healed with in an hour. His fingers thick around your arm, he brought your hand to his mouth and gave it a small kiss. You yanked it back with disgust, turning away from him as he rose from the chair. His hips clicking a bit from the uncomfortable position. “Have you calmed down?” he asked. Brushing off your temper, your sweet scent had turned sour and he did not like it. But seeing you stomping around trying to act tough, he thought it was cute. It might even had turned him on if you hadn't tried to hit him.“You must be hungry” he proclaimed as he walked past you and into your small dingy kitchen. The light above the stove has burnt out the first week you moved in and you never bothered to replace it. It still buzzed every time you turned the switch on. König poked his head under the hood and yanked the bulb out, tossing it in your over flowing garbage bin. You scoffed at his response, yes what a smug asshole you thought. But you also became self conscious of how you apartment looked right now. Sure you haven’t cleaned up in a few days but you planned on doing a deep clean during your heat. Fuck, you almost forgot about your heat. It should be here in a few days, but now that you’ve been claimed and marked you didn’t know how that was going to play out. Still fumming, the only thing missing was the steam coming out of your ears.

König began rummaging through your cupboards, opening and closing the doors. Trying to find something he could feed you, giving up and moving to your fridge. He was shocked to find leftover take out containers and cheap premade food. Unhappy with his choices he gave up all together, bringing out his phone and typing away his orders. First he wants a car dropped off in front of your house, having ran to your apartment. He also ordered for plenty of food to be stocked at his place. Tons of fruit and vegetables and he couldn't forget protein. He knew your heat was only a day away, having smelt it at the night club. You were staring at him while he did all of this. “Get out.” you told him. He still completely ignoring you until he put his phone away. You still smelled sour, your anger hadn’t resided. “Are you not going to say anything?” you were going mad. “About what?” he finally spoke. Leaning against your counter, his arms crossed over his chest. His biceps and pectoral muscles bulging out from the tight long sleeve dress shirt he had on. This was the first time you actually got a good look at him. He had a scar running from his top lip up to his nostril, a childbirth defect he’s lived with his whole life. His hair was cut short, buzzed to the scalp a mixture of light blonde and grey hair. He was scruffy, sporting a five o’clock shadow the same coloring as his shaved head. His eyes were deep set, dark but bright at the same time. “Done checking me out omega?” he asked, his cocky attitude coming to the surface again. He smirked at you as a flush began rising from your chest and across your face. That’s it your going to slap that smug smirk off his face. Moving fast across the kitchen you reached up high, your hand connecting across König face. The loud crack and sting followed shortly after. Once again König grabbed you wrist in his bruising grip. Shoving you back against the opposite counter. He towered over you, completely trapping you in. “Get the hell out of my house.” you whispered. König's grip on you loosened a bit, but he still held you to his chest. Cradling you like a father would a wounded child. Running his hand through your hair, a low purr coming from his chest. The only time König ever purred was for his mother when she was sad. It’s been years since that moment, and honestly he didn’t believe he’d ever hear it again.

The adrenaline pumping through your body began to chip away, your shoulders sagged and your knees buckled but König held you in place. All the emotions running through your veins, you wanted to cry, scream and beat him bloody. But you couldn’t, you just wanted to be held. The dam holding back your tears finally broke and you began sobbing. Not caring that you are soaking the front of his shirt. Your new reality finally sinking in, the fear of what this Alphas intentions are. Your mother told you horror stories about groups of Alphas taking one female omega at a time. Raping her over and over again until she gave them enough pups to satisfy them. It scared you senseless as a child and still scares you now. You enjoyed the freedom you had, sure it wasn’t luxurious but it was yours none the less. “It’s ok omega, everything will be alright.” König tried to soothe your worries. Noticing the shift in your scent again, instead of the sourness from your anger it is now bitter, biting and snapping at him. “Stop calling me that.” you sobbed. Sniffling and wiping your nose on the back of your hand. You pulled away from the Alpha, suddenly feeling very vulnerable like you were a sheep waiting to be slaughtered. How could this have happened you thought while walking to your couch and throwing yourself down. Still only in the shirt König managed to put on you and the same panties from last night. Not caring if he sees anything, not like he didn’t before. You curled yourself into a ball, letting your emotions take control while you crawled back into your mind, into the darkest corner you could find. Everything you worked for, the years of masking your scent and blocking your hormones. Poof, gone in a second and the man responsible is now looking at you like a sad puppy.

You stayed in that position for what felt like hours but it was only a couple of minutes. König left you in your spot and went to your bedroom. Finding two small suitcases in your closet. Stuffing them with whatever he thought would be importance. His phone dinged, he went to the window facing the street. The car he ordered was parked neat in front of your apartment. He turned his focus back to your bedroom. He knew he couldn't fit everything in the car, not now anyways. And he wasn't sure if he even wanted most of this stuff at his place. His eyes lingered on your bed spread, you'd need something fimilar to nest with. Yanking them off and into a ball, König began moving stuff from your apartment to the car. You still hadn't moved an inch from your spot, only coming to when your tummy began protesting its hunger. Oh right, you were supposed to go grocery shopping today. To stock up on not only food but other supplies for your upcoming heat. You’ve always done it alone, as a child your mother would lock you in the basement. Lining the windows and doors with fresh lavender and honeysuckle, hoping the sweet scent of the herbs helped mask the scent of a female omega in heat. You heard König call your name, your real name and not omega. You crawled out from the dark corner of your mind, eyes focusing on the alpha that is now squatted in front of you on the couch. “Let me take care of you.” he wasn’t asking he was pleading. He can smell your hurt and see it in your eyes. This place wasn’t safe for you anymore, it never was. He got himself angry earlier thinking about another Alpha or let alone a lowly beta breaking into your apartment and having their way with you. He ignored the fact that he was the one that broke in, but he viewed himself has different. Not letting his cock and lust control him. But he won’t lie, he was very attracted to you. The moment his eyes locked onto your body moving through the crowd. It took him a second to single out your scent among the hundreds of bodies in that club. He was there on business, or he would never be in such a place. He hated crowed and loud spaces, his business partner knowing that chose the location out of spite. That’s why he’s now chopped up and fed to dogs, in his defense it wasn't the only reason. But there was something different about your scent, it was sweet like most females but there was something lingering underneath it. It burned his nostrils and filled his lungs, musky and heady. It was your incoming heat, he couldn’t believe it. An omega.

"I'm scared." you finally admitted. Hugging your arms around yourself, trying to comfort and self soothe. König didn't like any of it, not one bit. "You can trust me omega. I want to only love, cherish and worship you." now it was Königs turn to confess. As a child he dreamed about finding a mate, preferably an omega. To love her and take care of her. Someone to worship and kill for. And right now that someone was you. You took in his words, looking into his eyes. The burning flames swirling around the blue, the rich scent rolling off his body. It's not like you had a choice but you let yourself believe you chose this. You chose him. You nodded your head, which made König smile. It was a genuine smile and not that smug smirk from earlier. Up close he was attractive as hell, finally allowing yourself to feel something other than anger. He had to be at least 200cm tall, weighing as much as a brick house. Thick in all the right places, his shoulders wide and legs strong. "Can I carry you?" he asked. Hesitate to touch you right now, you were so fragile he was scared your crumble in his grip. You nodded your head again, too tired for words and still hungry. A cramp began forming deep in your lower stomach, causing you to gasp a little. It was coming to the surface, spreading out across your lower abdomen and down to your uterus. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Not now, please not now. You begged the holy mother that watched over her children. You felt the slick heat slowly making its way down to your panties. Finally becoming self conscious in what you were wearing in front of the Alpha. König was taken back, the sent of your slick filling the small space. His head began spinning and his heart nearly pounding out of his chest. The beast clamoring to get a taste. But he was in control, shoving the beast down and focusing on the present. Ignoring your sweet and heady scent, König carried you out of your apartment. A few people were up early enough, watching has a giant alpha emerged from the door. Bringing you to the car and setting you down in the back were he shoved your bedding as well. Closing the door behind you has you untwined your fluffy duvet and wrapped it around you body. Burying yourself in the warmth and softness of the materials. König sat in the driver seat, locking the doors and starting the car. Pulling away front he curb and towards his home and now your new home.

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sluttywoozi · 1 year

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What Should We Become?

Title from Turbulence by Ateez

For: @sluttywonwoo my bestie and birthday queen

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 9.0k | Pairing: Yeosang x f!reader x San

You and San have been dating for years, you're well aware of his penchant for doing anything for anyone he loves. You just didn't know that extended to asking you to fuck his best friend, not that you mind.

Tags: est. relationship, boyfriend!san, bestfriend!yeosang, threesome, fluff, smut

Notes: boyfriend!san, you live together, pov lowkey all over the place bc i wanted to know what everyone was thinking soz

Warnings: so many feelings i did NOT plan for, food/alc mention, mention of past toxic relationship (yeo's), jealous san, mentions of san being possessive but specifically not in a gross way, nipple play, biting, oral (f and m rec.), fingering, squirting, they both have big dicks, protected piv, unprotected piv, spitroasting (hate that term so sorry), san cums inside, bc not discussed but they’re safe, open ending

Reader Notes: a bit more specific than usual bc this is for the bestie, ‘girlfriend’ used many times, she/her pronouns used, has breasts and a vagina, mention of marks showing on her skin, WAP

You fumble with the wrapping on the popcorn, cursing under your breath and trying to tear the plastic as Temi weaves in and out of your feet. San’s hand hovers just out of reach, ready and waiting to do it for you, but you pretend not to see it. He loves doing things for you and you love that about him, both because it means he’s considerate and also because it means you have to do less things, but sometimes you want to do them on your own. You know popcorn isn’t exactly the most impactful opportunity to make a stand, but it’s all about baby steps.

The bag is finally turning in the microwave when his fingers catch at your shirt and he starts tugging you into his orbit. He’s big, broad, but still lean enough that you think you could lift him, probably, not that you’ve ever tried. You’re musing about how many piggyback rides he’s given you and how little you’ve given him when he asks the question.

“Baby, how would you feel about sleeping with Yeosang?” He sounds nervous, his voice full of trepidation and the fabric of your top clenched in his hand.

“Like a sleepover? That’s fine with me, I can take the couch if you guys want to share the bed, I know you like your snuggle time. Just know I'm taking Temi with me,” you respond mildly, unsure as to why he’s so on edge.

You can see the pain enter his eyes when he realizes he’ll need to explain further.

“No, I mean, like- Ugh! This is so hard!” He sucks in a deep breath before expelling it along with the words, “I want you to have sex with Yeosang!”

“Ohhhh. Yeah, alright,” you shrug, like he asked if you’d eat Italian for dinner, not have sex with another man. A man who isn’t your boyfriend. A man who happens to be your boyfriend’s best friend. A man who happens to be your friend. A man you happen to find incredibly attractive.

“You agreed to that way too easily,” San pouts, pulling you closer with his arms wrapped around your waist. His fingers dig in possessively, as if to remind you who you really want, who you really love. Like you could ever forget.

You met San and Yeosang at the same time and spent some time with both of them as friends before San confessed his feelings for you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Yeosang at all in those few weeks, about Yeosang and San, and just how their dynamic would translate to sex.

But no matter how curious you were, and how prim and polished and perfect Yeosang is (and how much you want to wreck that perfection), San will always be the only man for you.

How could you be with anyone else when San is the only one who knows you? When he not only gives you his pickles but orders an extra side of them, just for you. When he started wearing socks to bed because you hate other peoples’ feet touching yours. When he always makes sure you have your favorite lunch to eat with your favorite show, and always buys those star pimple patches you like, and brought home a soaking wet, shivering, brown ball of fur that you promptly wrapped up in a fresh-from-the-dryer towel and named Temi.

San can read all of your moods, knows when you need extra attention or when you need solitude, knows when you want him all over you and when you can’t stand to be touched, knows how to calm you down and how to ramp you up, knows everything there is to know about you.

He even knows the less cute parts, the ones you try to keep hidden away from everyone else. The jealousy, the insecurity, the fear of inadequacy, he knows it all.

And he loves you. He loves you so much it shines out of every pore, so much it fills in every crack in your facade, so much he makes you glow with it. There’s no ‘but’, no ‘despite’, he loves every single thing about you because they’re about you.

The best part is, you’re not even special.

Sure, you’re special to him, but you’re not the only one he loves like this. He loves all of his friends with such intensity, knows them all better than he knows himself, would do anything for them. Even ask his girlfriend to have sex with them, apparently.

Making the decision to ask must have been beyond difficult for him. San is made up of a myriad of lovely qualities, but one of the less lovely ones is his possessiveness. It never crosses the bridge into toxicity, never scares you, but he does get a certain look on his face when his friends get too touchy with you. Or when a guy asks to buy you a drink at the bar after he goes to the bathroom. Or when your ex texts you or your male study buddy invites you out for dinner or, or, or.

But… you like it, if you’re being honest. You like when his eyes get heavy and warm on you and his grip gets tight and his body gets even bigger, somehow. Maybe you shouldn’t enjoy his posturing, but you just can’t help it when you consider what often follows.

(San blowing your back out.)

(That’s what follows.)

The discussion of details comes later, when your popcorn has cooled enough to eat and San has gotten over his petty jealousy at the thought of you being touched by someone else. He’d gotten petulant about it after like he hadn’t considered that part of the equation, but he seems to have grown accustomed to it. There will be rules, of course, such as, “He can’t cum inside of you. That’s just for me.”

And, “No marks, either.”

“And he has to wear a condom.”

“And-”

“San, we don’t even know if Yeo wants to fuck me yet. Why don’t we get that squared away before we lay out all of the boundaries, okay?”

“Of course he wants to fuck you,” San almost sounds offended at the idea that he wouldn’t, “But, yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” he concedes.

“What brought this on, anyway? Is this… something you’re into?” You ask, not expecting a yes but also not expecting the answer you get.

“No, definitely not. You know I’m not a good sharer. It’s just that Yeo kind of wants to get back into dating but he’s a bit… unsteady after his last experience. I want him to have a good one before he puts himself out there again, for a confidence boost. And I know I can trust him with you, and you with him.”

It’s… well, shockingly isn’t the right word, because San is kind to a fault, sometimes, but it’s an unexpectedly altruistic reason, and you’re all the more glad you agreed. You would have been fine with it if he just wanted to watch another man fuck you because you think that’s hot, but to know that he really just wants to take care of his best friend makes you even more sure of your decision.

It helps that Yeosang looks like a prince and acts like one, too. You’ve wondered what he’s like in bed, if he’s the same or if he’s less refined, less quiet, less polite. He’s so strong, you wonder if he’ll throw you around or hold you down, or if he’ll handle you gently and hold your hand. You wouldn’t mind either, if you’re being honest.

The weight of San’s suspicious gaze tears you from your thoughts. You send him an innocent smile and lean in, batting your eyelashes and puckering up for a kiss. He obliges, of course, deepening it before you can even think to pull away, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip and working its way inside. You love how he kisses you, so thoroughly, so passionately, like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing than you.

By the time he pulls away, you’re breathless and brainless, all thoughts of anyone but San wiped from your mind.

San decides to invite Yeosang over when you’re at one of your The Gals nights to pop the question. He literally feels like he’s about to propose as he paces the apartment, doing some last minute tidying and nervously smoothing his shirt every three minutes. It’s not like Yeosang’s never come over before - he’s nearly a regular fixture at this point. You and San had even considered giving him a key.

This is different though, he’s about to ask his best friend if he wants to have sex with his girlfriend. He still can’t believe he even thought of the idea, let alone pitched it to you, but here he is, rehearsing different ways of broaching the topic as he anxiously awaits Yeosang’s arrival.

He can’t be too direct or he’ll scare Yeosang away - he can be a bit skittish sometimes - but he also can’t dance around it too much or Yeo won’t figure out what he’s talking about. The guy is smart as hell but kind of slow on the uptake on occasion, a trait San is beyond fond of, though it makes it difficult to be subtle about things like this.

‘Things like this,’ as if he’s ever done anything of this nature before, he thinks with a wry laugh and shakes his head. Sharing you was never even a concept in his mind until Yeosang had confided in him that he was scared to get back out there after his ex. He’d brainstormed a few ways to help but kept going back to how much you’d helped him through sex when you first got together. He’d been completely inexperienced and insanely nervous until you started guiding him, and everything flowed from there. He wished you could help Yeosang the same way, and then realized the only thing stopping you from doing just that was him. It would have been selfish not to at least ask if you’d be interested, and though he was a little surprised (and annoyed) that you agreed with no hesitation, he still believes this is the right thing to do.

So when two timid knocks sound on the door, San’s nerves settle to a low simmer and he’s able to greet his best friend as normally as possible.

The normalcy only lasts for so long, his anxiety ticking back up the longer he makes awkward small talk with Yeosang. He knows Yeo can sense that something is off but he also knows he'll never say anything about it, will just sit here and watch TV and talk about nothing until San is ready to tell him. It’s a wonderful quality of Yeosang’s, the fact that he can read him so well and knows not to dig, but today San wishes he would. He’s not sure he can find it in himself to ask Yeosang if he’d like to fuck you, and a good lead in might be the only way he can bring it up.

Hours pass and San’s shoulders start to ache with tension. He still hasn’t said anything about the actual reason he invited Yeosang over today, and he’s starting to feel like he could vibrate out of his skin. He really didn’t think it would be this hard, definitely thought it would be more difficult to ask you rather than Yeosang, but here he is. It’s nearing bedtime and you’ll likely return home soon, and then what's San supposed to do? Ask Yeosang if he wants to have sex with you while you’re right here?

Wait.

Wait, that might be a good idea. You hadn’t discussed when exactly this would happen but from your texts tonight, San already knows you’re turned on, and Yeosang is here, so…

So... he stalls until your key starts turning in the lock and Temi starts screeching in reaction, knowing exactly what that sound means. He’s sure Yeosang noticed his change in demeanor but he doesn’t bother explaining, knowing that Yeo is going to be very confused for however long it takes to go through everything.

He doesn’t want to just spring his plan on you so he leaps up and jogs over from the couch to greet you at the door, shouting, “One sec!” at the living room before pulling you into the farthest corner of the kitchen. You follow with a huff, yelling, “Hi Yeosang!” and turning to San only when Yeo responds, "Hiii."

“Babe, hear me out,” San begs with his hands on your shoulders as he watches the confusion spread on your face.

“You haven’t said anything to hear out yet,” you remind him, arching a brow at him in expectation. “You just dragged me in here and you didn’t even let me say hi to Yeosang.”

“You did say hi to Yeosang, just now-,”

“That doesn’t count and you know it.”

“Okay, maybe you’re right, but I have to tell you something!”

“Okay, so tell me! I’m not tipsy anymore and I either want to shower or fuck so-,”

“That’s good because I want to ask Yeo right now if he wants to fuck you tonight. What are your thoughts?”

He hadn’t planned on sounding so frustrated when he told you but when the words start to spill out, he lets them. It doesn’t help that you’re really hot when you’re annoyed and he’s a bit upset that he’ll have to let Yeo have you first if everything goes well.

“Um.”

The third voice startles him, makes his fingers clench your shoulders a bit too hard and at the breath hissed through your teeth, he lets go. He pets at the sore spots, whispering, “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” until you grab his hands and tell him, “Sannie, it’s okay. Let’s focus on Yeo.”

He turns cautiously, unsure of what he’ll find as he shifts his attention to the statue that was his best friend. Yeosang stands perfectly still, his eyes alarmed and his mouth half open. San can’t tell if he’s scared or grossed out or offended or all three, and this suddenly feels like the worst idea he’s ever had. Not just the telling him part but the whole thing. Regret settles heavily in his stomach, mortification closing up his throat as he tries to find the right words to say. He’s about to start with the most teary apology of his life when Yeosang starts to speak.

“Um, I do want to- I would. Like that. I would like to do that,” Yeosang says firmly, if a bit clumsily. He nods emphatically as he speaks, seriously, like this is an honor that’s been bestowed upon him, and San supposes it is. You haven’t fucked many people other than San and San has fucked nobody other than you, so to let someone into that aspect of your relationship is a sign of just how much you both trust Yeosang and each other.

“Oh,” You and San exhale in unison, “Well, that makes things easier,” San continues.

Shifting to lean back against the counter, San crosses his arms and looks directly into Yeosang’s eyes, “We have some rules.” You roll yours, pulling San’s arms away from his chest enough to slide between them and rest your back against him to break the rising tension.

“I like rules,” Yeosang assures you both excitedly, looking more relaxed now that he knows there are restrictions.

“One: you’re wearing a condom. I got a few different sizes, just in case. Two: you’re not cumming inside of her, even with the condom. Three: no marking-,”

“But you can bite!” You interject helpfully, making San nod and repeat, “Yes, biting is okay, just don’t leave any marks.”

Yeosang smiles primly, nodding along as well. The look in his eye tells San he’s going over the rules in his head and he has to push down the wave of fondness in order to maintain his stern facade. As well as he knows Yeo would never do anything to hurt you, San still feels like he needs to protect you in a situation like this, and the rules make him feel better about entrusting you to someone else. (San also knows you’re a fully grown person and can make your own decisions, but you’re his girlfriend too and he loves you, deal with it.)

“And if at any point any of us wants to stop, all we have to do is say so,” San declares, making sure you and Yeosang understand that the situation is under your full control. He’s planning on just being a spectator, but if you’re up for it after Yeosang…

You and Yeo agree, exchanging nervous smiles and glancing toward the bedroom. It’s clear you’re both becoming antsy, but San has one last thing to say.

“Okay, I just want us to remember that we’re all friends here. Well, babe, we’re more than that, obviously, and Yeo, you know you’re my man, but what I’m trying to say is that there’s no reason to be nervous because it’s all love here, right?”

“Right,” you parrot with a squeeze to his forearm as Yeosang smiles and twists his fingers together. He’s clearly still nervous but you seem perfectly at ease and San is reminded once again why this is a good idea. You’re just what Yeo needs to find his confidence again and San hopes that tonight is the first step to him finding his own you, too.

Things are awkward once you all reach the bedroom. Temi is asleep on the bed so you have to take her to her favorite blanket in the living room. She stays asleep, the sweet little log she is, but you leave out a plate of food just in case she wakes up. It strikes you that you haven’t really gotten to prepare at all and though you’re used to just going at it with San, you need some time to get ready for Yeosang. You feel a bit disheveled after Gals’ Night so you continue straight into the bathroom to strip your dirty clothes and start the shower.

Peeking your head out from behind the door, you tell the boys, “Just gimme five! Why don’t you get the condoms out, babe?”

San does so, presenting Yeosang with a grocery bag of four boxes, sizes small to extra-large. He really did cover all of his bases (there were two possibilities that, as his best friend and also someone who’s seen him in wet swim trunks, San knew he could ignore). Yeo avoids his eyes and dips a hand into the bag, grabbing the extra-large box and clumsily pawing at the packaging. He finally rips it open, a roll of 36 condoms spilling out onto the bed, much to his obvious consternation.

“There weren’t smaller boxes?” Yeosang asks, eyeing the multicolored packages splayed on the sheets.

“Better safe than sorry,” San responds with a shrug, sweeping all but one condom back into the box before tossing the bag into the closet.

Yeosang can’t help but agree, stepping back to sit carefully on the bed next to the condom, his hands folded neatly in his lap and his gaze anywhere but on San. He can hear the shower, hear the muted smack of water on tile, knows you’re naked in there. Can almost imagine the drops rolling their way down your body, slipping over the curves that he definitely has not been very well aware of since he met you.

This feels insane, this whole situation, but Yeosang would rather die than leave right now. It’s not like he’s been lying in wait to steal you from San, but he did have a little bit of a crush on you that he never told him about. He’d known that San had fallen for you practically at first sight, and he could never put himself above his best friend like that. That said, this opportunity is one he’s planning on taking full advantage of. He’s still not sure why San wants him to have sex with you but he’s scared to ask, scared to jeopardize this arrangement and leave here without ever knowing you like this.

Unfortunately, it’s something he needs to know before he can go any further.

“San, why do you want to let me do this? You’re not the best at sharing,” Yeosang asks quietly, as if the lower his volume the less likely it is that San will change his mind.

“Well,” San sighs, looking around the room to avoid his eyes, though Yeosang suspects that’s more for him than anything. “Your last relationship was shitty. She wasn’t nice to you and she was always ragging on you or telling you you weren’t good enough. You mentioned a few weeks ago you were thinking of joining some dating apps, so I wanted to figure out how to boost your confidence when it comes to stuff like this. But all I could think was that I wished you had someone like Y/N to help you through it like I did. And it occurred to me that you do, if I let you.”

The room is silent besides the low rush of the shower and Yeosang’s brain is anything but. Any other guy would just take him to a bar and play wingman, but here San is, offering to let him fuck his girlfriend if it means he’ll get some of his self-esteem back. He’s not sure it’s something he could bear to do, and he’s shocked San is willing to even try with how territorial he can get. Yeosang knows he can trust him though, and that he can trust you. So when San looks at him head on, his expression open and honest, there’s nothing else for Yeosang to do but thank him.

“You’re a really good friend, San. The best.”

You get a bit distracted in the shower and it takes much longer than five minutes, but you can’t say you regret it. You feel so refreshed, so dewy, and you know you smell good as fuck so now is the prime time to reenter the absurd circumstances you’ve created with your boyfriend. You’re a little nervous now, the small amount of time you’d been out of the dynamic leaving you feeling off-kilter and unsure. You know San is waiting for you out there though, Yeosang too, and that’s enough to give you the courage you need to push open the door. Steam escapes around you, framing you in what you hope is a flattering haze, and both boys’ eyes snap to you immediately. You freeze in place, your eyes wide and your fingers gripping tightly at the towel wrapped around your body as they take you in. San’s already half hard, likely a Pavlovian response to what happens whenever you’re at least semi-naked in his vicinity (you getting bent over or pushed up against the closest surface). Yeosang’s body is turned away from you so you can’t tell if he’s similarly affected but the expression on his face is that of someone who’s just seen an angel, which bolsters your confidence enough to let the towel slip down a bit further.

You can feel San’s eyes on you as you tease Yeosang, know he’s smiling a smile far too sweet for this context, and you just can’t resist the urge to turn and look at him.

You were right, his face is lit up with a grin that could rival the sun, but his eyes are steamy, heavy, possessive. You can tell he’s trying his best to step back and let you and Yeo get to know each other like this, can tell how hard it is for him to even share you at this level of undress, and you vow to yourself that every day this week, you’ll be swallowing his dick. He deserves it, to be taken care of and pampered and spoiled, and you know there’s no one better for the job than you.

Stepping further into the room, you move to San first, pressing a kiss to his lips and attempting to move on. It gets out of hand quickly, his fingers digging into your hips and pulling the towel tight across your ass. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, nibbling on the tip and letting his own glide against yours before shifting one hand to your stomach and physically pushing you away. You break apart at the last possible second, your head angled forward even as your body is forced to move backward, wanting to kiss him for as long as you can.

Yeosang waits patiently on the bed, standing when San pushes you in his direction and letting you fix the towel before taking your hands in his.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, wanting to check in at every step and also desperately wishing he could read your mind, if only to know what you think of him.

“Good! I’m good. A little nervous. How are you feeling?”

“I’m nervous too,” he whispers, like he doesn’t want San to hear after you’d agreed there was no reason to be, “But excited.”

“Me too,” you smile indulgently at him, wondering why you suddenly have the conversation skills of an incel when you’re just talking to Yeosang.

Obviously, you know why. But you wish it wasn’t so, wish you didn’t feel so stilted, wish you could summon that easy rapport you always share with him. He seems to sense this, pursing his lips in that small smile you love before offering, “Maybe if I take my shirt off?”

“Oh. Oh, um, yeah, I think that could help. Maybe,” you breathe, forcing yourself not to blink as his fingers pull the fabric higher and higher, revealing rows of pale abs two by two. You think you count eight before you hear a throat clear behind you and turn to find San shirtless as well. Cooing at his rising jealousy, you blow him a kiss and rotate back to Yeosang, only to find a smirk on his face and his hands on his belt.

When did he get all confident? You wonder, realizing that the switch happened at the same time San made his green eyes known, and suddenly, his change in demeanor makes perfect sense. San and Yeosang get into a little rivalry every now and then, just some friendly competition, and it seems this is going to be one of those times. Does that make you the prize? You’re not sure but it definitely feels like you’re the winner here, getting to experience Yeosang while knowing that San will be waiting for you when it’s all over. You try to remember you’re doing this for Yeo, not for yourself, but it’s difficult when you’ve got two of the hottest men you’ve ever seen wanting you.

“Go ahead then,” You challenge Yeosang, just because you’re curious what he’ll do, and he reacts exactly as you expected. He blanches, one hand moving to run through his hair and the other reaching up to cover what he can of his chest, which isn’t much. It’s cute, adorable, really, the way he dropped the cockiness as soon as he was forced to commit.

You can tell he’s going to need some guidance from here, frozen as he is, so you gently take the hand hiding his pecs and pull him down to sit with you on the bed. San drops into the chair in the corner of the room but stays silent, letting you and Yeosang work it out. You’re grateful for it, for him, for his quiet strength steadying the both of you.

“Why don’t we just start with a kiss and go from there? Do you want to kiss me, Yeosang?” You whisper, shuffling closer to him while keeping your grip on your towel.

“Yes. I do, please,” he answers immediately, scooting over a few inches with his knees pressed tightly together.

Leaning in slowly, you brush your lips over his. You can feel his cupid’s bow, feel his breath, feel the minute trembling of his bottom lip as he waits for you to kiss him properly. You will, of course you will, but first you want to make him just a little bit crazy. You let your mouth graze his, sink your teeth ever so slightly into that bottom lip, giving the teeniest tiniest sucks every so often. Yeosang shivers against you, his body taut like a bowstring, his fingers gripping his knees so tightly his knuckles go white. He’s trying so hard to restrain himself that you decide to give him more, slipping your tongue into his mouth to glide against his and sighing into him when he tentatively nudges back.

He tastes like coke and popcorn, the flawless combination of sweet and salty tasting even better on his tongue, making you suck at it in pulses and making Yeosang let out a quiet moan. The sound sends zaps of electricity through you, one of your hands leaving your towel to cup his face and kiss him harder. He’s addictive, his sweet little noises and his sharp jawline, and you force yourself to pull back before you can get too carried away. You can’t just kiss him all night, you’re- Well… No! You cannot just kiss him all night!

Even if you want to.

He tries to follow but you still him with your free hand on his chest while you virtually gasp for air, your mind racing as you try to figure out where to go from here. You’re feeling a bit scrambled, slightly out of sorts, so you seek out the person who always knows where you are even when you don’t.

San’s already looking at you, his eyes soft even as his hands grip the armrests, and he raises a brow when you lock eyes. Instantly, he knows your predicament and helps you out of it.

“Babe, being on the bed might be more comfy, hm?” He sounds slightly amused and you narrow your eyes at him in a playful glare as you and Yeosang get situated on the duvet. You’re glad his teasing is directed at you though, you have a feeling it wouldn’t be well received by Yeosang at this particular point in time.

You wish you’d put underwear on under the towel - you’re not quite ready to be buck ass naked in front of your boyfriend’s best friend - but you hadn’t brought any into the bathroom and it didn’t feel right in the moment to go to the dresser, so here you are. One layer from said state, and a flimsy layer at that. However, you were born to persevere, laying down and tugging at the towel until it lays flat over you. Yeosang was busy taking off his pants, thankfully, and when you’re both finished fussing, you take each other in.

Your eyes rove over him as he sits on his knees, his gray boxer briefs stretched tight over his thighs and his posture immaculate. You can see the outline of his cock, see it straining against the fabric, a couple spots of pre-cum darkened fabric dotted at the head. You can also see the XL condom next to him, and thank God you’re laying down because your knees just went weak at the thought of even seeing his dick. Let alone touching it. Let alone having it inside of you. You want all of those things, but there’s a nagging thought in the back of your brain that reminds you, Yeosang isn’t San.

Yeosang isn’t San and he isn’t yours either, so you tell yourself not to get too comfortable with him tonight. You can get a little comfortable though, enough to reach for his hand and pull him closer, enough to ask him, “Do you want me to take this off?”

“God yes,” he answers nearly before you even finished talking, his words more like a sigh as he straddles your legs and drops to hover above you. Your fingers play with the edge of the towel, less so to tease him and more so to give yourself more time before he sees you naked. You’re not shy about your body but you feel shy with him for some reason, so you push it down slowly, baring your breasts to him inch by inch.

He sucks in a sharp gasp through his teeth as you reveal yourself. His eyes go heavy-lidded and hot on you and he doesn’t look away, his gaze laser-focused and his hands clenched into fists next to your head. He stares, saying and doing nothing long enough that you start to squirm under his attention.

“You can touch her,” San reminds him. He says it loudly enough that Yeosang turns to level a look at him, making San mime zipping his mouth shut and locking it with a key. He even tosses the key at Yeosang, who catches and offers it to you.

“Why thank you, been looking for this thing for ages,” you beam, sliding the imaginary key under the part of the towel still covering you, much to San’s obvious displeasure.

The little moment between the three of you breaks up the tension, allowing Yeosang to feel comfortable enough to shift his weight onto one hand and bring the other up to cover your breast. He keeps it light, squeezes just enough to feel the weight of you in his palm, but he’s already thinking about getting his mouth on you, getting his teeth on you. His thumb brushes over your nipple and you shiver, your flesh rippling under his hand in the most entrancing way.

He didn’t expect to like teasing you but he does, likes moving to the other side just when you’re starting to settle down, likes grazing his nails over your sensitive skin and making you shiver, likes pulling and rolling and twisting your nipples until you’re moaning and arching into his touch. It isn’t long before his hands aren’t enough, and he’s barely able to ask if he can use his mouth before you’re whining, “Yes, yes, yes!” and sinking your fingers into his hair.

You taste so good, so fresh and clean after your shower, Yeosang can’t get enough. He sucks, nibbles, licks his way from side to side, never settling on one spot for too long. His teeth don’t ever sink in enough to leave a lasting bruise; he wishes he could mark you but rules are rules, and Yeosang loves rules, so this isn’t one he’ll break. He’s content enough to cover every square inch of your chest in kisses, trailing them down your stomach and over your hip bones.

“Can I eat you out? Please?” Yeosang nearly begs, hoping you and San will say yes but unsure as this hadn’t been covered in the pre-sex negotiations.

You’re already nodding, but it must occur to you to ask San too as your eyes find his. He giggles at the look on your face, your lips pouted and trembling and your eyebrows screwed up as you silently plead with San.

“Yes, okay, fine!” San exclaims, throwing his hands up as if he can no longer stand to look at your puppy dog eyes.

But Yeosang doesn’t want to overstep any bounds, won’t risk this friendship just for some oral (even if he really wants to go down on you, like A Lot), so he says, “San, if you’re not comfortable with it, I won’t.”

“No, it’s just,” he sighs, “It’s really nice and I’m scared you’ll like it too much.”

He likes oral, but he's never liked it too much.

It’s a little nerve wracking to watch you push the rest of the towel away, fully baring yourself to him. He’s sure you’re the more nervous one here, but this still feels like an important moment in your friendship and Yeosang can’t help but lean down and kiss you, just a simple, gentle kiss in thanks. For your vulnerability, for your candor, for your careful way of handling him. He’s just thankful to you.

He’s even more thankful when he shoulders your thighs apart and licks into you for the first time. You taste… exquisite? Divine? Like all of the heavens concentrated into one being? Now he gets why San was so worried, because he’s already addicted. You’re wet, so fucking wet, that all he needs to do is glide his tongue through your folds to smear it all over. He likes it messy, contrary to his reserved nature, so he lets himself lose a bit of technique to get as much of you in, on, and around his mouth as he can.

“She likes when you go inside,” San offers, but Yeosang wants to find his own way, so he grunts in acknowledgement and continues to devour you as he pleases. You’d both said this is for him, he can afford to be a bit selfish.

You don’t seem to mind, if the way you’re writhing and whining says anything. To Yeosang, it says everything, though he’ll need to hold your hips down if he wants to keep going. Eventually, he does decide to slide his tongue inside you, just because you were starting to sound like you might cry, and when he does it’s mind blowing. The taste of you is so much more rich here and there’s so much of your slick seeping out that he can just drink you right down. It’s glorious, you’re glorious, and he’s desperate to make you cum.

He fucks you with his tongue, pushes it in and out of your entrance and shifts a thumb down from your hip to rub circles over your clit. He experiments until he finds the pressure and motion you like and from there, it’s easy. Easy to let his groans vibrate into you, to reach up and put one of your hands back in his hair, to let you guide him. Easy to slip one, then two fingers in alongside his tongue. Easy to curl them up, hook them inside, spread you open and get right at your g-spot.

“Can you squirt?” He slurs, his heart in his throat and his voice reflecting it. He almost doesn’t sound like himself, his voice so deep it rumbles in his chest and his words flowing together. His fingers are still pistoning in and out of you so you can’t answer, but San does, thankfully.

“Yeah, she can. If you just-,”

“Perfect.”

Yeosang doubles his efforts, sinks another finger inside and moves his tongue up to your clit, pushing at it in pulses as he wraps his lips around it and sucks. He gets a bit rougher and faster with his fingers, fucking you like he means it, and your whines get higher and higher and higher until you’re keening, bucking up against the arm laid over your hips. It won’t be long now, he knows, until you’re flooding him with your wetness and (hopefully) crying your way through an orgasm.

They don’t always happen together, but he wants to make them happen together for you, so he makes sure to focus on your clit even as he fingerfucks you into oblivion. You like it, he thinks, love it maybe, and soon enough, your pussy is clamping down on his fingers and holding them inside, so insanely tight that he thinks he’ll die when he gets his dick inside of you. You cry out, broken and pleasure-soaked, when you cum. Your clit beats like a tiny little heart and your walls undulate around his fingers as slick gushes out of you in spurts. It’s perfect, you’re perfect, and he’s already mourning the fact that he’ll never get to do this again.

Once his neck and chest are covered in you, he finishes helping you through your orgasm and lets up. He would push for another but he doesn’t want to be greedy, so he gently places your legs back down on the bed and shakily sits up. You’re still panting, your lashes wet and your mouth open, and fuck if you aren’t the prettiest thing Yeosang has ever seen. The haze in your eyes clears up, your gaze finds his, and it’s two seconds of silence before you’re both giggling your hearts out. There’s something funny about making one of your best friends squirt, and it’s even funnier when it’s your best friend’s girlfriend too.

“Have fun?” San’s voice breaks up your laughter, his jealousy evident though his restraint is too. Yeosang imagines this must be incredibly difficult for him, and once again he’s struck with the desire to thank you both. Who else can say they have friends like this? Friends who let him into their bed, who share themselves with him, who take care of him. Yeosang is so lucky, so insanely lucky, to have you two.

“I love you guys,” Yeosang sighs, and it seems San can’t hold onto his annoyance in the face of his affection because his frown becomes a grin that dimples his cheeks and brightens his eyes. You’re looking similarly fond, your smile sweet and your hands gentle when they pull him to you so you can place a kiss on his cheek.

“Love you too, Yeo,” You and San repeat in unison, on the same page in this as in almost everything.

Yeosang doesn’t know what will happen after tonight but he’s secure in the knowledge that this won’t do anything but bring the three of you closer. He thinks.

He doesn’t have long to linger on the thoughts, your hands coming to rest on his stomach and your nails dragging down to catch at his boxers. He’s ridiculously hard, doesn’t need any of the preparation you’re offering, might even cum if you touch him, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get your hands on him tonight. He nods when you ask if you can take his boxers off, tries to quiet the racing of his heart as you slowly pull them down. His dick bounces up and against his stomach, smearing precum on his abs before it bobs down heavily. He’s big, he knows, and the three fingers he’d given you should be enough, but he’s considering offering a fourth when he takes notice of the look in your eyes.

You look like you’re not scared at all, like this is a walk in the park or a day at the beach, and it’s so fucking sexy that Yeosang just knows he can’t let you touch him too much or he’ll blow. You can touch him a little though, he decides, taking your hand when you hesitate and bringing it to rest on his cock. Your hand is smaller than his, warmer and softer too, and it feels miles better than his own. You definitely know what you’re doing, starting to stroke him and running your thumb up and down the frenulum and over the head, a combination that already has Yeosang seeing stars. He wishes he could let you keep going but he’ll cum if he doesn’t stop you, is even a bit nervous that he’ll cum the second he slides inside of you, but that’s a risk he’s dying to take.

His hand covers yours, squeezing down hard at the base to stave off the orgasm, as he whispers, “Stop, stop, stop, I’ll cum.”

You smile proudly, wiggling your hand out from under his to grab the condom at his side and hold it out. For some reason, opening the wrapper and rolling it on feels momentous, like this is the point of no return. Which is ridiculous because you’ve already done all sorts of things friends don’t do, and because he knows he could stop anytime he wants. The problem is that he doesn’t want to stop, doesn’t ever want to stop, but as he folds your legs up and glides the covered head of his cock over your clit, he decides that’s a problem for future Yeosang.

Present Yeosang is preoccupied, mesmerized by how his dick covers the whole of your pussy. He could stare for days, months, years, but you wriggle beneath him in impatience so he lines himself up and starts to slowly push in. Your cunt sucks him in, your walls contracting over and over until he bottoms out with a strangled moan.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” He can hear San say somewhere in the background, but his head is swimming at the pressure of you around him and he can’t summon the words to respond. You are perfect, though, your cunt is perfect, and welcoming, and wet as all fuck, and he wishes he could make a home here inside of you but he knows he can’t, so he pulls back and pumps into you again. He starts slow, doesn’t go as rough as he usually likes to but you get impatient fast, wrapping your arms around his neck whispering, “Harder, harder, please,” until he decides to give you what you want.

He pounds into you, slamming in and out and groaning as he feels your pussy get tighter and tighter around him. He thinks you might already be close, knows that as soon as you cum, he will too and this will all be over, so he breathlessly asks, “Will you ride me? I wanna see you,” pulling out and clumsily switching places with you when your eyes grow bright and you happily sigh, “Yes!”

His view as you climb on top of him is immaculate, your body all stretched out over his and your tits sitting perfectly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, watching the bashful grin rise on your face and catching San’s nod in his peripheral vision. He’s also got his lips pursed and his knees bouncing, and Yeosang feels a little bad that he’s taking such advantage of the situation. San gets you all the time though, practically whenever he wants, so Yeosang feels he’s allowed to be a bit selfish just this once.

He holds his dick up as you lower yourself onto him, swallowing him again in your blinding heat and making his head spin. You resume the quick pace, slamming yourself down on him over and over, and all Yeosang can do is lay there and take it. Well, he could grab your hips and fuck up into you but he’s enjoying being fucked too much to change anything about this. He’s always been the one doing the work in sex and it’s so unbelievably wonderful to just let you take him.

You like it too, might even love it, he thinks. You’re making the sweetest sounds, your moans and whimpers and sighs intoxicating to him. You feel so much tighter around him like this, too, and he feels like he’s even deeper than he was before, your ass smacking against his balls with every thrust. He’s getting close, he’s getting so fucking close, and he knows he can’t cum inside you but he doesn’t want to cum in the condom either, but you hadn’t discussed where he could cum if not in the condom, and suddenly Yeosang is right there on the edge with no idea what to do.

“San, I’m gonna cum. What do I-,”

“In my mouth, Yeo. Cum in my mouth,” you interject, climbing off of him and stopping his orgasm in its tracks. He grips the base of his cock and peels off the condom as San takes you by the ankles, flips you onto your stomach, and drags you to lay horizontally on the bed.

“Want me now or want me to wait, baby?” San asks you, one hand on your back and one on his dick.

“Now, Sannie, I want you now,” you respond, your voice shot and your eyes teary as you turn to watch him line himself up and slide home. You whine his name and the sound soothes him, settles the simmering jealousy in his stomach and replaces it with heat, which only grows as he feels you adjust to him. He must be a bit bigger than Yeosang and that calms him a little bit more, even though he knows it shouldn’t.

Poor Yeosang still hasn’t cum so San beckons him forward, ignoring how weird it feels to be interacting with his best friend while he’s fucking his girlfriend. Yeosang shuffles closer to you on unsteady feet, his eyes dark as he watches his dick disappear in your mouth. You’re so fucking good at sucking dick he’s almost jealous it’s not him in your throat right now, but he knows he’s got the better end of the deal, getting to fuck you raw and cum inside you. Getting to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up with you every morning. Getting to go grocery shopping with you and brush his teeth next to you and take you on dates. Getting to love you. Nothing could be better than his life with you, and thinking about it has him on the verge of tears and on the edge of cumming.

He normally lasts longer but he’s had to watch you get pleasured for an hour while having nothing to do with it, he thinks he can cut himself a little slack. It would be kind of beautiful and poetic if you could all cum together, so he slips one hand between your thighs and strums your clit in the way that makes you go fucking crazy, and fucking crazy you go. Your cunt seizes up around him, your back arching further and your thighs shaking. You’d be shouting if you didn’t have Yeosang’s dick in your mouth and though he misses your noises, he’s happy that Yeosang is having such a good time.

It’s obvious he’s close again, his eyes screwed shut and his breathing labored, and thank fuck he is because San is cumming, fuck, he’s cumming, and you are too. Your pussy clenches around him in pulses, milking his cock and sucking his cum in deeper and deeper until he has nothing left to give. His head swims and through the haze, he can hear Yeosang swearing and groaning, hear your name leaving his lips, and San would be lying if he said it didn’t make him cum just a little bit harder.

When your cunt has squeezed the last of his cum out of his dick, San drapes himself over your back, pressing kisses across your shoulders and snaking his arms around your stomach. He always feels so cuddly after sex and he knows the comfort is good for you too, so he stays as he is even as Yeosang pulls out and drops to his knees to press a kiss to your lips. That’s something San always does after you suck him off and he’s happy it seems to be an instinct for his best friend as well.

San wants to let you and Yeosang have your time so he peels himself off your back and stands, lumbering over to the bathroom to get a warm, damp washcloth to clean you up. You may want a shower later and he knows you’ll want to brush your teeth, but this will do for now.

When he re-enters the bedroom, Yeosang is laying on his back with you snuggled up against his shoulder. You’re talking quietly with each other, giggling like friends do at a sleepover, and San feels his heart grow five times bigger. He squeezes Yeosang’s free shoulder before he climbs onto the bed and settles in next to you. His hand touches Yeosang’s side when he wraps his arm around you but neither flinch away. They've just been closer to each other than they ever have and ever will be again, a little touching is nothing to them now.

“So… Did it work?” San asks, propping himself up on an elbow and resting his cheek on your arm so he can look at Yeosang.

“Did what work?” Yeosang responds with confusion, having not even a clue what San is talking about.

“We did this so you could work on your confidence, remember? So you can start dating again?”

“Oh, yeah, for sure, for sure,” Yeosang agrees absentmindedly, his eyes locked on the ceiling.

“Good, we just want you to be happy,” you whisper drowsily.

Yeosang doesn’t have the heart to tell either of you that he’s happier now than he’s ever been. And that he’s not sure he really needs to start dating again after all.

"Babe, do you think you could go sleep on the couch? You know I like my snuggle time, and Temi's already there," San whispers in the dark. Yeosang jerks awake, and, affronted, scream-whispers, "I will go home right now if you make her sleep on the couch, you animal."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" San jerks against you, trying to defend himself from Yeosang's swatting arm. All that does is jostle the three of you closer and somewhere, somehow, in the midst of it all, you fall into blissful, sore slumber.

AN: thank you for being born bestie ily more than life itself! i hope this is everything we dreamed of and more 💖 and thank you @petrichor-mingi for beta reading!!!

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I have a request as I see they are open! I enjoyed the last Oversight AU! Could I request a one shot of Kate’s imitation / first meeting with Natasha? And maybe go into the specifics of the Eli situation? I love to see the badass protective side of Natasha!

Title: Dig Your Own Shallow Grave [An Oversight Oneshot]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff (Technically, this is one part of a bigger story)

Summary: Kate Bishop is known as the ex-heiress that was welcomed into Natasha's fold long before you. You learn pieces about her everyday, but never the full story. Not until today.

Warnings(PLEASE READ): physical violence, handcuffs, thunderstorms, threats, mentions of death, mentions of jail, incarceration, cheating, toxic relationship dynamic, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, horrible grammar

[a/n: This one is different! I don't know anything about the Elijah that's portrayed in the MCU, just the Young Avengers Eli and I can't stand the dude.]

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The large leaden handcuffs seemed like an unnecessary and overzealous precaution to Natasha Romanoff. They rattled as if the young girl was nothing more than a ghost of Christmas past. They were sinched at her waist, both hands balled into fists until her knuckles were a sickly shade of white.

There was red around her eyes, making a charcoal gray hiss into something muddy and sad. There was a flash of confusion and then disgust that fell over her features when she caught a glimpse of herself in the large two-way mirror that stood parallel.

Natasha turned in her seat, made eye contact with the guard. They had a silent understanding. The cameras that were situated at the corners of the room had been shut off- technical difficulties, they would say.

She collapsed into the chair adjacent to Natasha, never taking her eyes away from the only other distraction in the room. The chain connecting her cuffs were bolted to a hook in the table, but her feet were left free. Unless she was an Olympic swimmer, which she wasn’t, that would be no problem.

The guard nodded before he left them in the room and locked the door behind him. The mechanism in the metal door was loud and sighed with age when turned. The light above them swung back and forth within its cage. A circle of yellow enveloped them both.

Her hair was unkempt, nearly feral. They must have kept her separate from the other prisoners but that didn’t ease her tossing and turning under the fluorescent lights. Natasha had been in holding cells, she’d been stripped of her clothes for testing, and her dignity for much less. Something inside of her broke for this girl. This heiress.

“Who are you?”

It was clear that her voice had gone unused for at least a day, maybe more. She shivered and shrunk into herself at the sound of it. Natasha’s features softened ,that break in her soul cracking just a little further. Her file said she was twenty-two, but the girl in front of her was nothing more than a scared child.

“The woman who is getting you out of here.”

“Please don’t talk in riddles,” She moved to press her fingers against her temples. Her hands were pulled back viciously by her binds. “That’s all my mother does. Did. She talks in circles until I’m too confused to find the start.”

“I suppose that’s fair. You’re Eleanors daughter. Katherine?”

“Kate, but yeah. I’m her daughter.”

It was said with so much bitterness. They weren’t being held at the same facility. Kate was in a deep blue shirt made out of something that was less like fabric and more like paper. She wore the pants to match, her clothes being tested for gunpowder residue.

Eleanor was in a large brick jail in an orange jumpsuit. Natasha had considered going to her but found much more interest in her daughter; the one brave enough to stand up against Wilson Fisk and his incredible size. Bishop took King and destroyed a good amount of property in her district in the process. She’d have to pay thousands to get the folded storefront fixed.

“My name is Natasha Romanoff.”

The sentence was simple and conjured fear. She could see the look in Kate’s face. The girl threw her back against the metal chair, and it screeched from the force. “Why are you here?”

“You smashed my window, and a few displays, and I’m pretty sure you set off an explosive.”

“I’ll pay for it.”

“With what, Kate?”

She paled at this. It was apparent that not only had her assets been frozen, but her mother’s as well. They barely had enough to cover legal fees, much less cosmetics that suffered the aftershock of the blow. She sighed and stared at the cold metal table. It was too scratched to show her reflection.

“I didn’t come here to make you feel bad, Kate. Calling law enforcement on your own mother is a ballsy thing to do. It also makes you a snitch. If you get charged, if you get locked up, it’s not something you’ll make it out of.”

“I know that.” She whipped her head up, eyes hard with anger. They softened after just a moment, to something scared. “I know.”

A silence fell over them both, one that Natasha let settle heavily on her chest. Kate was a spitfire, she was a spoiled girl who had a moment of clarity and turned her mother into law enforcement. She was regretting that now, shivering into herself, having to wait until after the holidays until anything could move from the stone it was trapped in.

Natasha had influence with the guards, and with the chief of police in this district. They had an understanding, and she fully intended to walk out of here with Kate Bishop under her wing. Not for free, of course. Natasha was charitable, but even her good deeds stretched so far.

“I’ve already paid your bail and they’re more than happy to release you into my custody.”

She scoffed “Your custody? I’m an adult.”

“You might be an adult, but you’re one without money, without a home, and I’m guessing everyone that’s still alive and free in your life isn’t too keen on taking you in.”

“Fuck you.”

“Okay,” Natasha said in a breath, staring hard at the girl across from her. She looked so washed out under the harsh lights of the room. Despite her anger, her poisonous words, she reminded Natasha of a dog that broke free from her leash and had almost too much freedom to handle.

The woman stood, her chair sliding elegantly compared to the horrid noise that Kate’s had produced. Natasha moved to pull on her coat, covering the deceivingly hard muscles in her arms. Kate had pretended not to stare; but it was fruitless. All she could think about was what those hands had done, what they could do.

Of course, she felt some veil of safety with the cameras being here. Surely, someone would come in and pull Natasha back the second she started to advance on her, if she started to advance. The distance between them was closed and she sat on the edge of the table. Kate pushed herself flat against the back of the chair.

Natasha didn’t do well with being told ‘no’. She also didn’t do well with expletives directed towards her instead of because of her. Natasha’s slender hand wrapped around the cold chain attached to Kate’s wrists, she pulled forward and Kate’s sore ribs collided with the edge of the table. She let out a dissatisfied grunt.

She grabbed the back of Kate’s head and slammed her cheek against the cold surface with a dull thud. Natasha didn’t’ let up on her weight, instead, she held her in the perfect position to maintain control.

“Here’s how this is going to work,” Natasha knelt down, making eye contact with Kate. She pushed against the hold, but Natasha had the leverage. Kate flexed her fingers, still in chains. “You destroyed my storefront, and while I toyed with the idea of killing you for that alone, you’ve impressed me.”

“I’ve impressed you?”

Her words were smushed, drool pooling from her lips. It was almost comical, but Natasha pushed harder on the back of her neck, making her cry out. “I’m talking. When I’m talking, you’re not.”

She was met with silence and figured that was as good as she was going to get with this one. Her spit-fire reminded her a bit of Clint when he was younger. It made Natasha gravitate towards him, but this girl had a lot more to learn than her closest friend.

“You’re a spoiled little brat who crumbled one of the oldest clocktowers in the city. The habit didn’t’ seem to improve when your mother cut off your credit cards and that’s a dangerous thing. Getting the shit kicked out of you in jail might serve you well. So, by all means, you can try your luck, or you can follow me out of here so I can correct your behavior.”

Kate swallowed hard, but she didn’t’ say anything. Natasha’s first lesson seemed to be sinking in. After a few moments, she released the girl who sprang up like a jack in the box. She was giving Natasha the same look that she was used to, one of absolute fear. Her face was red and when she moved to wipe her chin of drool, she was stopped once again by her chains.

Natasha took pity on her, for just a moment, and used her thumb to ebb away the line of spit. Kate knew better than to pull back, instead she looked up at Natasha like a kicked puppy, making a small noise in the back of her throat.

“Anyone who stands up to Wilson Fisk is too valuable to kill for some property damage. But let me be clear, Kate, this is not a get-out of jail free card. You work for me. You belong to me. And we’re going to fix that attitude of yours.”

He had moved to the city during Kate’s senior year and wasn’t much for talking. Eli Bradley was as mysterious as they came. He was lanky and had deep brown eyes that were so dark they were nearly black in color. Eli wore a gold hoop in one ear, and while Kate would usually find something like that off-putting, it worked on Eli.

She played cello in the orchestra, first chair with pride, and he was modest with a viola. She made a point to make eye contact with him at least once a day, and eventually he started to return her small smiles. She thought the subtle way his lip quirked up at the corner was nothing but endearing.

In early October of that year, when the air was still crisp but not exactly cold, Kate had sat in the courtyard until the sun threatened to dip behind the horizon. She was avoiding going home to get ready for a party her mother was hosting and had worked it out so she could take the last bus uptown.

“Isn’t it a little dangerous for a pretty girl like you to be out here all alone? It’s getting dark.”

Kate frowned, but quickly retracted the expression when she made out the form of Eli Bradley and the silhouette of his viola case. It hung at his side like a briefcase filled with important papers. Instead, she hiked herself forward and leaned her elbows against her knees. He’d never spoken to her before.

“I’m a 9th degree red belt in Jiu Jitsu, and I have pepper spray. I think I’ll be fine.”

“Impressive,” Eli grinned “I guess it would be pointless to walk you home then, Kate Bishop.”

“I think I can make an exception, Eli Bradley.”

Kate did find herself making exceptions for Eli Bradley over the next few months. She would let him order for her, even if she didn’t find the dish he chose at all appetizing. She had to gently remind him that she was, in fact, allergic to shellfish and if she ate the pasta he insisted on she’d need an epi-pen.

He made up for it by being a gentleman and opening the car door for her when they pulled up to said restaurant.

Kate stepped behind Eli one winter evening when it was the type of dark outside that breeds bad behavior. A woman in a hoodie stepped out from an alleyway, twitching and with a wild look in her eyes. Kate could have easily disarmed her, could have gotten her someplace warm. Eli had delivered a hit to the stomach and pulled Kate along. It was a blur. But she’d never felt fear- just regret.

He made up for it by holding her tight that night, his warmth and sturdiness eventually lulled her to sleep and convinced her that maybe she could live with herself. Maybe she could live with Eli.

Clint Barton glowered at her over his bowl of cereal. Natasha didn’t know if it was some sort of interrogation technique, but it even made her uncomfortable. It was much too early in the morning and Kate’s wrists were still an ugly purple from how tight her cuffs had been. Natasha may have pulled a bit too hard, aggravating the already raw area.

“Your cheerios are going to get soggy,” Yelena entered the kitchen in a pair of plaid pajama bottoms, scratching the exposed skin of her stomach with a stifled yawn. She stopped for just a moment to regard Kate, who sat up with a rim-rod quickness. “You always dump them down the sink and it makes the drain smell.”

Clint looked towards Natasha for help. She shrugged, adjusting the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose. She had pulled the paper in this morning and was very careful to remove the front page story of Kate’s mother and her set trial date. She may be cruel in some aspects, but psychological torture was Yelena’s department.

“Who is this?” Yelena asked, voice muffled by the chill of the refrigerator.

“This is Kate. She’ll be here for a while, and if she behaves well enough, she’ll be here longer than that. I expect both of you to regard her well and teach her everything you know.” Natasha took a sip of her steaming black coffee. “Hand to hand combat should not be an issue, isn’t that right, Kate?”

Kate waited a moment, remembering the sting of the table against her cheek. Natasha had asked her a question so it was okay to answer, right? It must be. She had a tendency to not stop talking once she started but it was clear from the prying eyes in the room that she was expected to reply.

“Yes,” She found her voice easier than she had in the jail. “I’m advanced in Jiu Jitsu, hand-to-hand combat, fencing, sword fighting, archery, kick-boxing. Once I used a set of staves from this really nice woman named Bobbi…”

She trailed off when she realized Clint had stopped fishing for the last cheerio and Yelena had cracked open a bottle of juice like she was snapping the neck of a small animal. Her cheeks turned a bright pink, and she averted her gaze.

Natasha smiled softly and took another long sip of her drink. The blonde woman, the one with the chiseled jaw and the striking green eyes, let out a hum. Her stare raked up and down Kate’s form, even while she was shrinking into herself.

“I will train her.”

“That’s not an option, Yel. I want to utilize her, not kill her.”

Kate’s head shot up at the word. She caught Clint’s stare, and he gave her a dejected shrug before pushing the little life-raft of a cheerio under the milk once more. He had no interest in eating it, just drowning it.

Yelena was smiling wolfishly, lilting her head to the side like it was the most innocent thing in the world. “Kill her? Sister, I would never. She’s clearly an asset. If you let Clint train her then she’ll be regressing.”

Kate watched the tension bounce back and forth between the two like a sadistic game of ping-pong. Yelena had just hit the little orange ball with enough force and trajectory to burn a hole directly through Natasha’s paddle.

She’d never dream of pushing Natasha in the slightest, much-less the way that Yelena did right now. Her body language was relaxed and quiet. The two of them stared at each other, and the newspaper was folded, discarded in favor of the stand-off.

“I will not kill her,” Yelena reassured, yet somehow, Kate hadn’t been assured the first time, nor the second time. “Give me a chance.”

Susan Bishop had a harder stare than Eleanor. She had inherited it from her, Kate was sure, but knew how to work it like a double-edged blade. Rarely would she look at Kate. Even rarer so was the two of them being in the same place for more than six minutes at a time.

Kate had her eyes downcast, pretending to read the same paragraph of the same book over and over again. Once she felt the sharp stare of her older sister on the side of her face, it shown brighter than the sun above them.

She’d been stretched out on a poolside chair, just enjoying the pungent scent of chlorine and the occasional low hum of a car passing their large home. It was too chilly for her to actually swim, but she had a fuchsia bathing suit under her long-sleeve shirt and jeans nonetheless.

Susan had settled into the seat next to her and let out a deep sigh as she typed quickly on her cellphone. Kate had cast her a sidelong glance, but quickly pretended to lose interest. They were going back and forth like this for a long, pregnant moment.

Eventually, Susan sighed and softly closed the book in Kate’s hand, not regarding the page that she was on. Kate didn’t mind much. Her older sister never did anything softly. Kate’s heart thrummed in her chest when their eyes met.

“Hi?” Kate cautioned.

“Hi. We need to talk.”

“What do you want?” There wasn’t anything Kate had that Susan didn’t. Hell- she could ask Eleanor for anything and would instantly get it. There were no rules for the eldest, responsible, child. All of that strangling focus was on Kate.

“I don’t want anything. I just want to talk. Sister to sister.”

“Right… sister to sister.”

“You need to break up with Eli.”

The statement through Kate back. It was like Susan had kicked her directly in the diaphragm. The oxygen in her lungs deflated and she stared at her sister in disbelief. Then in startled rage. What did right did Susan have to meddle in her relationship like this?

Kate wanted to tell her just that, but nothing came out except for the last squeeze of air that could be interpreted as a noise of discontent, but Susan never was good at reading signals and Kate needed a fleeting second to catch her train of thought after it had been so violently derailed.

“I get the appeal of the student athlete, I’ve had plenty of them myself, but Eli is not the man for you. You can do better.”

“Seriously? Is this mom speaking or you?”

“This is all me, sweetie.” She didn’t’ say it in a condescending way. In fact- Susan actually reached out and gently touched Kate’s bare arm. She tensed under her, but the hand wasn’t removed. Not even when dark grey eyes looked at her incredulously. “I don’t like the way he changes you.”

“Changes me? You think Eli changes me?”

“I think he makes you shrink and Bishop women are never meant to shrink.”

“That’s all mom has ever done.” Kate bit back venomously.

“Wrong. Mother has full control over Father, she just makes him think that he doesn’t. She’s the decision maker and if she has to keep a hand on his shoulder to do that, then so be it. The world listens to men, and looks at women. It’s how society is. But Eli? He’s binding your hands, not taking them.”

Kate shoved Susan’s hand from her arm and placed both feet on the ground. She didn’t have to listen to this… this practical stranger. Susan didn’t’ know what she was talking about, and neither did Eleanor. They were both ignorant to the way she felt about Eli and the way Eli felt about her. He wanted to the best for her.

Sometimes- she just had to remind him that she was allergic to shellfish.

“Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine.” She gritted before standing. She disregarded her book, not that interested anyway, and began walking to the patio doors. Tears had started to sting her eyes. First out of sadness, and then maybe a mix of malice.

“He’s cheating on you.”

Susan said it so softly that could pretend she hadn’t heard it. The water filter for the pool was loud enough to drown out the statement. But she’d stopped with one foot on the bottom step of the patio and the other planted firmly on solid cement. Her nails dug stinging half-crescents into palm.

“You’re wrong.”

“Ask him.”

“I won’t,” She turned, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “Because I trust Eli. Maybe you could grant the same to me.”

Her childhood home held onto the darkness like a vice. A place that was once so maintained and bright was past falling into lawn decay. The pristine shrubbery had springing curls of foliage and the grass hadn’t been painted like her father insisted upon each year.

The structure stood strong, only a few months and some change abandoned. A small strip of tape on the mahogany door was the only indication that this had been an active crime scene at one point. The FBI had taped an order against it before they shattered the wood with a battering ram and raided the home.

Kate hadn’t been back since. She’d been living out of her Aunt Mira’s apartment and wearing her eccentric clothing. But the elder woman would be back soon and eventually she would need to get her own belongings back. If she didn’t, then squatters would when they realized just how vacant the home really was.

Yelena let out a low whistle as she peered up at the home, as if they didn’t live in one with the same amount of wealth. Even the tone she produced sent shivers down Kate’s spine. It had been four months since that day in the precinct.

Each day was spent from dawn to dusk in Yelena’s presence, and it never became easier for Kate. She was a bumbling and incompetent mess around the woman but had grown some kind of comfort in her presence. Kate no longer believed she was in danger at her hand specifically.

That didn’t’ mean that her body didn’t ache from the constant hell that Yelena had been putting her through to put her in ‘the peak performance state- Kate Bishop’. Yelena only said her first name and barked it at her if her pace lessened on one of their multiple-mile runs, or grueling weight training sessions.

Kate didn’t want to admit that she was entranced by the tone of Yelena’s muscles. She chalked it up to admiration, because that’s all it was. Admiration. And a bit of resentment. But Kate’s chest puffed out proudly when she noticed the way her own body began to change under Yelena’s tutelage. Enough that she was ready to go back to her old home for some closure, for some clothes.

Natasha shoved her keys into her pocket and fell in line on Kate’s right side. She peered up at the expertly crafted wood. It had begun to chip. Kate thought that was ironic; it had always been so pristine, but the more she thought about it, she’d often duck under a ladder to step into the foyer.

Bad luck all around, and a simple patch job that would crumble if not properly cared for.

“We can just buy you new clothes,” Natasha urged in that flittingly careful way that made Kate know she really did give a damn, but not if you asked. “You don’t have to go in there.”

“And add to the debt I already owe you for busting me out of jail?”

“I think she has to do this.” Yelena said firmly.

She was right. Kate had to do this. She was always handed everything in life so easily and it made her reckless, but far from undisciplined. It just took Natasha slamming her face against the cold metal of an unclean table for her to get some sense knocked back into her.

Kate had called the police on her mother. She’d done it after the knowledge of crimes committed festered and grew in her mind. It bred resentment in her mind until she came face to face with the fact that she wasn’t putting her mom away, she was putting a monster away.

Stepping through these doors would humanize her and it would cut Kate deep enough to draw blood. But then, she felt Yelena’s fingers on the small of her back. A light touch that was telling Kate that she wasn’t as alone as she thought she was.

The door let out a whine of protest when she pushed it open. They were met with a stale scent and a soft glow that ruminated from what Kate knew best as the living area. There was a grand piano that was mostly untouched, and large oak bookshelves that had multiple editions of old encyclopedias bound in leather.

She and Susan used to flip through them and try to pronounce the words by phonic spelling. They’d trace their little fingers over the inked illustrations and giggle if they had found something even remotely obscene. She remembers the word ‘Dam’ making them laugh until they couldn’t breathe.

Natasha’s hand darted out and pressed against Kate’s mid-section. Her other one grabbed the gun from the back of her pants. She shot the girl a sideways glance. “You left that on?” she mouthed.

Kate shook her head, her fingers itching for her own weapon. She didn’t have one. While Kate was an expert at professional archery and her aim wasn’t in question by anyone in the room- her familiarity with handguns with the serial number scratched off was minute. Yelena had pulled her own weapon, jaw firm.

Maybe squatters had broken in, and if they had, she’d gladly allow them to have the place. She just needed to stuff a duffel bag full of items and the small sentimental necklace she had gotten from her father as a child, and then she would be on her merry way.

Natasha stepped around the corner and raised her gun, screaming something that was drowned out by the startled yells of another. Kate recognized that yell, that rasp. She frowned, letting the tension in her shoulders drop before she got a good look at the living room herself.

It was incredibly lived in and lit by a single lamp that had it’s shade discarded. It was blinding and left spots in her eyes, but not enough to disregard the box of white sticky rice that had spilled all over the floor like maggots.

There was a makeshift bed on the couch and a few of those encyclopedias strewn about as if they were bedtime reading. In the center of it all; Eli Bradley with his hands up and a fork between his lips. His mouth dropped open and it fell to the floor with a dull thud.

He was shirtless, in a pair of boxers that Kate was pretty sure was her fathers. She was thankful she hadn’t eaten before this because the simple fact was enough to make her gag.

“Elijah?” She exclaimed.

“You know this guy?” Yelena asked, voice tight. She lowered her weapon, but Natasha kept hers in the same position it was before, trained right at his genitals and ready to shoot at a moments notice.

Kate wished with her entire body that she didn’t. His boxers held his athletic thighs, his deep brown eyes flashing to the guns aimed at him. Yelena was never a patient woman but somehow, in this moment, Kate knew deep down that she would be patient here. Her mouth was dry and her throat like sandpaper. It was incredibly hard to swallow.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Eli sounded out, his fingers twitching “I have a key.”

Yelena looked at Kate with pleading eyes, to which she received a nod in return. Kate supposed she hadn’t officially broken up with the man in front of her. The aimed weapons were lowered to the floor, but Natasha kept her hold. One false move and she wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet through his bare foot.

“Yel, idi soberi yey sumku.”

Kate didn’t understand a lick of Russian, but she knew that Natasha’s tone was not to be questioned. Yelena holstered her weapon and slinked up the stairs. She’d be able to guess which room was Kate’s. The trophies and medals and photos tacked up to bulletin boards. It was the only room Kate was allowed to personalize, and even then, it was meant to be spotless.

Natasha must have caught onto the tension in Kate’s stance. She shoved her hands into her pockets, shoulders hunched and eyes submissive. It wasn’t something she wanted to see in her young trainee.

It wasn’t at all the woman that sat across from her in an interrogation room. Not even with her face her neck in Natasha’s grip. Something was wrong, and it was something stronger than Kate being back in her childhood home. That warranted sadness. But compliance? Absolutely not.

“Katie, baby. Who is this?” Eli asked. “Come on, you can tell me.”

When Kate opened her mouth to speak, Natasha held up a hand, instantly silencing her. The woman lilted her head to the side, unripe eyes taking in the scene in front of her; the discarded take-out containers, the balled-up socks in the corner of the room. The rain that had begun to pound against the roof and slather itself across windowpanes.

Natasha’s voice came out as a snarl “I’d love to introduce myself, but first, could you ask your little friend to come out from behind the curtains?”

Kate’s stare hardened and she whipped her head up accusingly. Still, she didn’t say a word. The wine-red Versailles fabric shifted; the view blocked by the grand piano but not enough for Natasha to ignore. Kate’s mother had spent hours looking over Swatches that would fit the room, and eventually chose the option that brought the room into a gothic elegance.

Kate didn’t need to wait to know who it was. Cassie Lang. Best friend, confidant, and exactly who Kate caught in bed with Elijah weeks before. But this was different. This was her home. It had already been violated by law enforcement. Torn apart just for two of her friends, people she trusted and loved, to take advantage of its vacancy.

“That’s better,” Natasha purred. Cassie was shaking because of the cold, wearing only a silk robe that belonged to Kate’s sister. “Now, let’s all have a chat.”

“Kate, Katie, it’s not what it looks like. Just… tell your friends to leave and I’ll explain everything.”

Eli attempted to step towards her, hands no longer raised in caution but reaching towards Kate. Natasha felt a surge of anger lick against her skin. She stepped between them, splaying her hand out on his chest before shoving him recklessly onto the center of the couch.

He sprung back onto his feet, voice dripping in venom “Back off lady! I’m trying to talk to my girlfriend here!”

Natasha let out a sigh and crossed her arms over her chest before turning her gaze to Kate. Something about this situation was juvenile, but so important. Though she only had the girl under her care for a few weeks now, she felt nothing but warmth towards her.

She’d mislabeled her as a rich, undisciplined trust fund baby. Natasha didn’t’ often admit her mistakes but that had been one that weighed heavily on her. Sure, Katherine Bishop had a bit of an incorrigible sass to her, but it wasn’t unwarranted. Her boasting was backed up by actions true to her words. Strong, determined, actions.

Natasha hated how she was shrinking. Hated how this man had chipped away at her until she was hugging her mid-section to stop the thrumming pain of betrayal. She couldn’t’ find the words, they were lodged in her throat. There was the strong suspicion that if she hadn’t sent Yelena away, they’d be scrubbing blood from an imported carpet.

Something tole Natasha that Kate never got a choice in this relationship, and she wasn’t about to continue the toxic pattern that had led to her demure state.

“Ketrin,” Natasha’s voice was soaked with her native tongue “Would you like me to take care of this?”

She opened her mouth and then closed it again, almost like a fish. Words escaped her. Natasha’s soft exhale brought her back to the room. Everything was fuzzy around the edges and reminded her of the first time she had pushed herself too hard in competition. She never lost consciousness but came close to it.

Yelena had successfully pilfered a duffel bag, having removed the sabers that resided there and filled it with whatever clothes she could find. Kate felt her stomach flip at the naive idea that the Russian woman had gone through her underwear drawer.

She flicked her eyes back to Eli, his chest heaving up and down as he eyed the gun still in Natasha’s grasp. Cassie was still like a statue, rubbing her palms on the silk fabric of her robe. She had the decency to look guilty.

“Take care of it.”

The words were barely more than a hurt whisper. She didn’t trust herself right now, not with the sharp pain that coursed through her veins. Tears had stung her eyes in the back of the detective’s car, but she didn’t know if that was on account of Eli or Eleanor.

Kate silently excused herself as the silence that settled over the room became thicker, palpable. Yelena’s deep stare was on Kate in a way that made her squirm. But she remained at the head of the stairs, even stepping to the side when Kate began to trek to a room that had already been rifled through. There was an unspoken agreement. Natasha would take care of it.

“What’s your name?” she asked, directing the question towards the girl.

“Cassie.” Elijah answered.

Natasha held her hand up to him again, fingers barely ghosting his shoulder. He shivered at the near touch but snapped his mouth shut. “I wasn’t asking you. I was asking her. Sweetie?”

“It’s Cassie… Cassie Lang.”

“Okay, Cassie.” She kept her voice soft, cajoling. “I want you to go home and get some rest. And under no circumstance are you going to call law enforcement. I’ll be informed immediately if you do so. Do you understand?”

She nodded frantically, keeping her head down as she moved to smooth past Natasha. The woman grabbed her sleeve, holding her in place for just a moment. She was so close she could smell the sex on her, see the sweat against her brow and the fear in her stare.

“Sweetheart. I suggest you learn to keep better company.”

Cassie let out a squeak that almost bled into a whine before taking advantage of Natasha’s loose hold. She darted with a quickness unseen, the door slamming behind her, the roar of the rain hissing to a muffled stop.

“And you?”

“What about me?” Elijah asked in a nauseatingly confident way.

Natasha let out a long sigh and studied him. Everything from the way he stood to the faux dog tags that hung against his chest bled fury. This was exactly the type of man that would attract someone like Kate with a level of badger-like charm before clamping his jaw down on her throat.

Thankfully, Kate’s mother had fantastic taste in artwork. A bronze Clyde Ball piece lingered by the entryway. While he was known for his extensive statue work and abstract designs, Natasha liked that he used a heavier metal, one with a base that was easily grasped.

With a sly swing of the hand she connected the corner of the object with Eli’s temple. A flash of blood instantly stained his skin and splayed against the floor when he collapsed. Natasha dropped the artwork next to him. She let out a hum, figuring that a Clyde Ball may be worth purchasing after all.

His truck had kicked up a rut in the normally spotless lawn. Eli had barely missed the mailbox with his erratic driving- which was bold considering the amount of unmarked and marked police vehicles that encircled Kate’s property.

Kate was sitting on the front steps, the concrete cold and unwelcome against the small of her back. They’d handcuffed her and her fingers were numb. Still, she flexed them when the commotion caught her attention. They didn’t’ bother with police tape, but a man in a wrinkled suit stopped Eli.

It took her a few long moments to realize that Cassie was in the passenger seat of the truck. She made eye contact with Kate, a look of sorrow forcing her to glance away. She was wearing Eli’s lettered jacket and naively, Kate convinced herself for a fleeting moment it had something to do with the busted heating vents in the old vehicle.

She knew better.

She’d smelled Eli’s specific spicy brand of cologne and deodorant on Cassie the last time they embraced. His lips tasted of the bubblegum ChapStick that Cassie had worn everyday since the six grade when Kate landed on her during a game of spin the bottle. Admittedly, she felt more during that kiss than anything she’d ever shared with Eli.

Kate adjusted her shoulder against the hold of the cuffs. They were uncomfortable, digging into her wrists. Even if she wanted to break out of them, she couldn’t. She was a nervous fidgeter and Elijah was using some degree of charm to weasel his way past the officer blocking him. Just as he’d weaseled his way into Cassie’s pants.

“Oh my god, Katie.” He rushed out when he got to her, kneeling down on the damp sidewalk. It was unnaturally cold and they hadn’t let Kate pull on a jacket over the tank top she wore for her morning run. His hands ran down her thighs and squeezed her knees. “Fuck, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Kate’s stare brushed past Elijah blankly and to the fogging up window of his truck. If Cassie hadn’t already been wearing his jacket, she was sure he’d offer it to her, an offer she would vehemently deny. All of his charm, his commanding power, had been washed away with her mothers as she ducked her head and settled into the back of a squad car. One that probably had heat.

“Jesus, I heard that this place was swarming with cops. What did you do?”

“What did you?”

“I don’t… Katie, babe, come on.” He glanced back at the car and when he turned to face Kate once more, their eyes locked. He didn’t’ need to say anything and neither did she. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Kate felt the warmth of Detective Brigid O’Reilly behind her. She wasn’t a stranger to Kate, but she acted like one when she tightened the cuffs around her wrists. Temporary informant or not, Kate was still a Bishop and they weren’t trusted in this town.

“Miss Bishop. It’s time to go.”

Her forearm was gripped and she was pulled to her feet with a grunt. Her legs were numb, needles rushing through them. Part of her was grateful for being dragged away. The other part was terrified, sad, hurt and angry. They’d all betrayed her.

“Where are you taking her?”

“Fifteenth precinct. Don’t waste your breath, kid. She’ll be indisposed for a few hours. Take your little girlfriend home.”

He winced at the detective’s words and averted his stare to the ground. Kate let herself get let to the unmarked Lincoln town car. At least she’d save the humiliation as the whole lights and sirens routine.

Most of the time, they didn’t wake up screaming, but Elijah did. His senses were overwhelmed, and his body instantly registered the cold and the slickness of muck beneath him. Even over the brutal beating of falling rain, he could hear the cars that swept past on the highway.

His head was pounding, and the headlights of vehicles passing over the highpoint of evergreens only served as something more disorienting. It was only when a crack of lightening flashed across the sky did he notice the woman standing over him, a shovel slung over her shoulder.

So, he screamed, and he swore she smiled at the sound.

He turned over on his stomach and coughed into the mud, his toes not finding purchase in the mud. Natasha’s boot came down on the center of his back and he found himself sprawling, tasting a mix of metal and dirt. He realized that he underestimated the situation Kate had gotten herself into.

“Good morning, Elijah.” She crowed, dropping the shovel next to his face, barely missing his brow. He flinched and shrunk into himself. “I have a job for you.”

She used the tip of her shoe to flip him over onto his back. The falling rain that had gotten through the pine needles above him hit his face in a cooling effect. He saw another set of headlights, eyes darting towards the road. Maybe if he yelled loud enough, all of this would be over.

“I need you to dig a hole.”

“What?” He panted out, his breath leaking out in puffs of condensation. “a hole?”

“Mm, glad I didn’t rupture an eardrum. It needs to be a big hole. How tall are you?”

“I don’t… What?”

Natasha knelt next to him, a sadistic smile falling from her lips. Instead, it was replaced with something darker. Almost as if a flip was switched. Her deep red hair was adhered to her forehead from the rain, her jaw clenched and unclenched.

“I don’t know you, Elijah. But, I know Kate and that girl has been through hell and back. She’s guarded and hides behind her humor to deflect the pain that she’s experiencing. And to me… it seems like you’re a big catalyst here.”

His breathing had become shuddered. Natasha grabbed the shovel before standing and delivering a swift kick to his side. His ribs instantly ached and a cry escaped him. She wanted him to right himself and to safe another deadly spark of pain, he complied.

She had, in fact, started a small divot where she expected him to dig. Tears were running down his face, small sobs muffled by his determination to put on a front. She didn’t’ find any admiration in his sniveling. Instead, she let him scoop out three frothy loads of dirt before she continued, circling like a lion.

His hands had started to bleed.

“She believed in you enough to trust you and you turn around and fuck her best friend?” Natasha got close, yelled over the rain. He stuttered in his movements, clenched his eyes shut. “Don’t stop digging! Was she not enough for you?”

Elijah stuck the tip of the shovel back into the soup of rainwater and mud. It was a black slush at this point, something he could drown in if he laid facedown for long enough. “She was… she was.”

“Then why did you do it, huh? You took everything she was and whittled her down to nothing before discarding her for someone else you could break. Is that it? Did that make you feel more like a man?”

He didn’t’ respond, instead, moving another round of slop to the side of a hole that was starting to look more and more like a grave. He was up to his knees in cold, unforgiving water. His toes flexed in the icy earth.

“Answer me!” She yelled with enough anger to split earth. However, Natasha didn’t give him the chance. She dug her nails into the back of his neck and shoved him forward into the muck. He could taste dirt, words bubbling.

Elijah groaned and brought himself to his knees. His ears were ringing, his heart pounding in his throat. He was crying loudly now, sitting back on his heels. Natasha was above him, standing on the edge of the grave he had just dug. Headlights flashed over her cold stare.

“If you’re feeling helpless, Elijah, so was she. Kate needed you, and you weren’t there for her. She was suffocating, and everyone could see it, but you kept her just out of reach, didn’t you?”

“Yes! Yes,” He groaned out, digging his fingers into the soft earth. “Fuck, yes. I hurt her, I know that.”

“Lay down.”

“What?” His voice broke.

“You’re going to lay here until morning.” She knelt down “You’re not going to move a muscle.”

“I’ll drown,”

“You might.” She growled, taking account of the heaviness of the rain, the way the tires of passing vehicles sloshed around in the collected puddles. “But at least you’d understand how Kate felt.”

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not-a-big-slay · 1 year

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Natural

tangerine x fem!reader

summary: lemon catches his brother lying about his relationship, when he witnesses a glimpse of their every-day conversation....

type: fluff

warnings: swearing, very bad attempt to write an english slang

a/n: ATJ can do things to me... I've got this idea in my english class when we were talking about chores lmaoo, now yall know where my mind is at in school. anyway, i need to catch up on andor and avatar, cuz im kinda falling behind. enjoy this fic and if you like it pls comment something, it always makes my day :))

Lemon sighed at the look of another set of stairs in front of him. His brother told him it'll be the last one a few stories ago and if he wasn't already separated from him by the stairs, he would dismember him.

"That gal of yours better be Rapunzel." Lemon said once he caught up with Tangerine. He smiled and led him through a hallway. "She ain't my girl, Lemon." he confessed and kept walking while Lemon frowned. That didn't sound right. "Oh, of course not, she's just a friend you've been living with for this past month, isn't she?". Tangerine rolled his eyes. She was, of course, more than that, but calling her his sounded wrong. They never talked about this stuff, they just let them happen. "It ain't like that, it's just.." he couldn't find the right words for it and that frustrated him. Their moments was the only positive thing in his life right now and he didn't want to dig too much into it, worrying it'll be destroyed by his overthinking.

"Just fuck off, okay? I ain't intrested in your nit-picking, alright? You're lucky I'm even bringing you" he sighed and stopped in front of a door, leaning in the door frame. Tangerine had sudden second thoughts. Would she like to be introduced to his brother? Is it okay for their situation or is it too far? He would hate to scare her away, but she already heard about Lemon, so maybe it would be okay. He brought his hand to his mustache and caressed it around, deep in thought.

"Can she sense your presence or are you gonna knock?"

He almost jumped at his brother's voice that was too close to his ear. He turned to him, sending him to hell with his expression, but knocked as he requested. His heart was beating, a unfamiliar nervousness settling onto him. He was never nervous around her. In fact, this was the only place that he could truly relax in. He hated that Lemon ruined it by his stupid nosy questions. He took a deep breath and exhaled at the sound of the door opening.

The stress left him when he saw her eyes shining back at him. Her slightly raised eyebrows studied him, but her sweet smile was present as always, he had to show off his own too. "Did you forget your keys? Come in." she turned and walked inside, closing the door behind Lemon. "Hi there." he said with a nervous smile. Y/N was pretty, he didn't expect that, even though Tangerine said it quite a million times. He thought that Tangerine's pretty standard meant hot for others, but Y/N wasn't hot, not exactly. It seemed to him she was a softy, although he knew better than to believe that. She had a bit of acne on her skin, but that just added to her prettiness. She was cute, not hot, but really beautiful.

"You must be Lemon, right?" she assumed and he just nodded. She shook his hand and said: "Good, now I have most of vitamins in my house. Make yourself at home.". Lemon looked around the apartment. It was small, but cozy. The kitchen was tiny and it connected to the living room, made of one couch, a coffee table, a TV and two armchairs. All of it complimented each other colorfully. Tangerine came back from the bedroom, as Lemon assumed, holding the briefing papers they came for. Their next job started soon and Lemon has yet to read them.

"Alright, here it is." he said and handed his brother the lists, then turned to Y/N. "The window's broken by the way." he pointed to the room with his thumb and watched the girl setting down her cup of coffee. "Oh, I wanted to tell you, it happened this morning. Would you check it later?" he nodded when he heard her pleading voice. She always thought she bothered him when asking these questions when the opposite was the truth. "Yeah, sure. And we should buy more food, there's nothing here." he added, earning an agreeable nod from Y/N. "Yeah, I can do that, but first I'll mop the bathroom, it's about time I think." she spoke. Lemon returned his gaze back at the two.

"Right. Oh and give Emma the red wine I told you about." Lemon's eyes snapped on Tangerine when the words left his mouth. "Who the hell is Emma?" he asked him, but Y/N answered first. "She's just a neighbor, she helped us with the couch, so we wanted to thank her.". Lemon couldn't believe what he was hearing. His brother, an assasin, a total dickhead, thanked someone with a bottle of wine for moving a couch. "Tang, will you help me with the dishes one you're back?" Y/N said when she put the cup into a sink. "Of course, love. We gotta go now, though." he aknowledge the time and walked back to the door, stopping next to frozen Lemon that couldn't still comprehend what has happened just now. "You coming?" Tangerine spat and made his way outside, Lemon following slowly behind, waving to Y/N nervously. She waved back before her eyes widened with realization. "Oh! Tangerine!"

The man turned around, watching her swiftly walking up to them, holding a full trash bag. "Will you please take it out?". Once he nodded, she handed it to him and gave a small kiss on his cheek. She smiled a bit and said goodbye. "It was great meeting you, Lemon." she exclaimed and Lemon returned her words before the door closed again. Lemon then stared at Tangerine until he sighed and finally asked, stopping in his tracks: "What?". Lemon only widened his eyes more. "What do you think? What was that supposed to be?" he laughed at the absurdity of his brother's obliviousness. "Bruv, this ain't no talking stage, you're bloody married."

Tangerine scoffed at that. It wasn't like that. He lived with her for a while now, because of death threats he and Lemon recieved. They thought it would be better to separate for a bit, until it dozes off. Y/N was one of their old intel and helped them with a job once. Even though she wasn't an assasin, she gathered information for a lot of them and sold them for quite good money. He reached out to her then and they've been living together since. Lemon said that they can come out of the hiding now, but he didn't move back in with him, and doesn't plan on to.

He couldn't deny there wasn't something between them, but he wouldn't call it dating, Yes, they sleep in the same bed. They cook together and drink wine together and they are concerned when something in the house broke. Y/N treats his wounds from jobs and he returns her kidness in bed. Yet they have never talked about it. It just happens one time. Their first kiss was on the balcony, late at night when none of them wanted to sleep. It was a clear decision, he wanted to do that and she as well. He was so certain of it and it just came naturally. The next morning no one uttered a word of it, but she kissed him during breakfast, smoothly, as if it was a normal thing to do, just natural. And thus everything else began, every next step came in its own time, both of them weren't trying to take it, they knew when it was time to do so. Everything between them was clear.

Y/N told him she loved him, as if it was an obvious thing to say. He said it back two days later, feeling certain of it. Lemon didn't understand their connection and he wasn't right to assume so.

"You¨ve got it wrong, Thomas." he walked pass him and out of the building. The goal was to anger Lemon with a bad reference to his favorite show, but he laughed out loud and confidently followed Tangerine out. "Does she know that, though?"

She was his girl.

Tangerine rolled his eyes and went to throw out the trash. Lemon won't get it, but as long as they were sure, he couldn't give a shit about his opinion.

However he had to admit one thing he said.

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i-am-baechu · 1 year

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♬ Summary: During a Run Bts! Jungkook tells the audience that he got a new tattoo and all the guys are curious about the new ink

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader

♬ Rating: PG - 14

♬Genre: Established relationship, angst and fluff

♬ Warnings: Swearing and very cute body modification

♬ Part of, ‘ I fell In Love With A Girl Group Stan; The After Story

Authors note: Thank you to the anonymous for giving me this idea! 💕

The seven members sat at the table looking down at the food with wide eyes and hunger. They just got done with a game and now they were being rewarded, well Jungkook won them the meal. They sat down and Jungkook slapped his hands together in excitement, “Aish, I’m so hungry.”

“You're always hungry, muscle pig.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at Jin and started to dig in while the others followed. During the meal, Namjoon asked everyone what they’d been doing on the small break they had. Everyone said their usual answers, sleeping, writing, playing games, and sleeping some more but Jungkook’s answer made them look at him, “I got a new tattoo.”

Yoongi glanced at the cameras and then at Jungkook, “Do you want to talk about it? You don’t have to, kook.”

Jungkook shook his head and wiped his mouth, “No, no, I can talk about it.”

Jimin took a sip of his water and smirked at Jungkook, “I bet it was for something special.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and tried his best to hide the blush that was fighting its way to his face, “Every tattoo is special to me.”

“What is it?”

“I’m not going to say what it is but I did get it on my arm. I don’t think anyone will find it.”

Taehyung let out a small laugh at this and shook his head, “This isn’t a hide-and-seek game.”

“For me, it is but that’s all you get to know, army.”

After saying their goodbyes for their episode, the guys started to throw questions at him at a rapid pace. Jungkook rolled his eyes at his hyungs and helped the staff with the table. He let them ask questions until the door opened and everything went silent in his ears. He looked up and a smile appeared on his face. He walked past his members and wrapped his arms around the person that he missed the most today.

“I missed you baby.”

Y/N let out a small laugh in the crook of his neck and placed a small kiss, “Kook, you had to film today.”

“I don’t care, I missed you.”

When they separated, she tilted her eyes when saw Jin looking at her with his arms over his chest, “Did I do something wrong? I-I can leave.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and gently smacked Jin’s shoulder, “You're not leaving, the guys are just mad.”

“Why?”

Hoseok pointed towards her with a pout, “Jungkook got a new tattoo and didn’t tell us. Which means you know.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and leaned her head against Jungkook’s arm, “Of course, I know. I was there when he got it.”

“Nah, Y/N, tell us.”

She glanced at Jimin and then at Jungkook who shrugged his shoulders, “You can tell them, baby.”

She nodded her head and looked at them with a flushed face, “He got my initials on his arm...he wanted to surprise me with it.”

The silence in the room made Y/N nervous and she looked down at her fingers. She started to pull the skin around her nails when Jungkook placed his hands on tops of hers, “It’s small, I doubt anyone will see them.”

Namjoon let out a deep sigh and nodded his head, “Have you guys thought about coming out with your relationship?”

The couple glanced at each other and then looked at Namjoon with a small shake of their heads, “No...”

“Jungkook, since you have that tattoo, maybe it's time to tell army that you have a partner.”

Jungkook sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah...”

Hoseok felt the tension and let out a loud laugh, “No more business talk, let’s see the tattoo.”

Jungkook took off his leather jacket and handed it to Y/N as he turned his arm to the guys. They all squinted their eyes and tilt their heads at his arm with confusion, “Where is it?”

“See, you can’t find it. Which means no one can find it.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow and shook his head, “Armies are very observant.”

Y/N pointed towards one of his clouds and looked at them with a smile, “It's really small but it's in the curve of the cloud.”

Taehyung looked closely and nodded his head, “Ah, I see it now. Aww, how cute Kook.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and hugged Junkook’s waist, “It was a surprise for me because all he said was that he wanted to retouch his tattoo. When we were in the office, he went, “I’m getting your initials.” I thought he was joking but no he wasn’t.”

Jungkook wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head, “You should know I don’t joke around babe.”

Namjoon rubbed his forehead and looked Jungkook with a serious look, “I think it's time you guys come out”

Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh and looked at his leader, “I know I have to come out but right now I don’t think it's time.”

“And why is that?”

“Y/N just got a job at the museum, I don’t want army bothering her or a sasaeng finding her. We just got over David.”

Jin nodded his head at this and looked at Namjoon, “Namjoon, he’s right. We just got done with the David problem, we shouldn’t put Y/N’s name in public.”

“I understand that hyung but if they want to move forward, they have to come out.”

Y/N swallowed her spit and looked at Jungkook, “Maybe you can just say you're in a relationship...you don’t have to mention my name.”

“But baby, I want the world to know that you're my girl.”

She leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, “Then when we get married the world can know.”

“MARRIED!”

She forgot that the guys were in the room and looked at Yoongi who was looking at them with wide eyes. She felt her face getting warm and she nodded her head slowly, “Y-Yeah...Jungkook and I want to get married one day.”

Jin glanced between the couple and his eyes landed on Jungkook, “YAY! You want to take my child away!”

Jungkook glared at him and scoffed, “She doesn’t act like a child with me.”

“Jungkook!”

Namjoon sighed at this and glanced at the alcohol on the table, really wanting a drink at the moment. He shook his head and looked at them, “Fine we can say Jungkook is in a relationship but we won’t say names, okay, Y/N?”

Y/N nodded her head and bowed at Namjoon, “Sorry for causing trouble...”

“It’s not you, it's your idiot boyfriend.”

Jungkook glared at Jimin and pouted, “I’m not an idiot. I have your guys initials on my hand. I just wanted my future wifes too.”

“STOP CALLING HER WIFE!”

“MY FUTURE WIFE!”

Namjoon sighed and went into the living room with Yoongi following him behind. He opened the soju bottle and poured himself a shot. He glanced at Yoongi, “You want a shot?”

Yoongi nodded his head and glanced at Y/N, “I can’t believe she's going to get married to that idiot.”

“STOP CALLING ME AN IDIOT!”

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youngharleezy · 1 year

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A Special Kind of Heartache

A lil SZA’s SOS inspired Jack fic 🤭 everyone tell @harlowcomehome thank you for being an angel and helping me get out of my writing funk. WE LOVE HER YOUR HONOR

Anyways enjoy my friends 💖💖 as always, all the feedback is welcomed here!!

“Babe! Can you come in here for a sec?” You yell from your bed, wrapping yourself a little tighter in all your blankets. The new SZA album was playing from your phone that laid beside you. You were listening intently and were really trying to take it all in. You just knew this was your new favorite album even though it had only dropped yesterday.

It was only a matter of seconds before you heard footsteps approaching your shared bedroom with Jack, him standing at the doorframe. “What’s up?” He asked a little out of breath. You knew he had been working tirelessly the past couple of weeks trying to produce new music, and for a split second you felt guilty for distracting him and for even thinking of asking from him what you were about to ask.

You sat yourself up on your bed, the large sherpa blanket draped over your head. “I need you to do me a favor.” You say, quickly holding a finger up at him as your favorite part in Kill Bill was about to blast through your phone speakers.

Jack waits for you to give him the signal to speak as you sway to the lyrics, him silently laughing at you.

“I need you to break up with me,” you start. You don’t even hesitate before continuing knowing that Jack would be confused on your request. “I need to really feel this album. I need to HEAL, Jack. And I can’t do that when if I’m in a happy, healthy, beautiful relationship. So break up with me.” You finish, giving Jack the metaphorical mic to speak.

He lets out a deep laugh, one from the bottom of his belly, as he shakes his head at you and walks back to his home studio. You follow behind him in a hurry, almost tripping over your fort of blankets as you scurry off the bed. You make sure to have your phone in your hand, still blasting SZA, as you follow behind him. “Break my heart, Jack! I’m begging!”

“I’m not breaking up with you.” Jack laughs to you as he approaches the kitchen, ignoring your steps behind him as he begins to make himself a sandwich.

You take in a deep sigh as you prepare yourself for what you were going to do next. You drop to your knees, grabbing his thighs as you look up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster. “Please?” You begin to beg, silently gagging at your pathetic state.

“Get up, Y/N. You look ridiculous.” Jack laughs down to you, causing you to roll your eyes and stand up beside him.

“Yeah, you weren’t saying that in the shower this morning, Mr. Tumnus.” You say annoyingly to Jack as you straighten yourself up.

Jack drops the piece of bread that was once in his hand down on the plate in front of him, his eyes locking directly with yours. “What did you just call me?” He asks with a questionable tone.

You realized in that you had full control of this moment. If he wasn’t going to break up with you for no reason, you’d surely find one.

“I called you Mr. Tumnus.” You say confidently, crossing your arms over your chest as a smirk sat at the end of your lips. SZA was still playing in the background as you watched Jack stare at you in shock. “Oh, and Drake is cooler than you! You wanna be him so bad!” You shout to him, hoping to hit every nerve.

Jack forgot his task of making his sandwich as he walked towards his studio, choosing not to fall into your trap. You knew you needed to dig deeper and hit him where it really hurt. You took an audible gulp before this one, “Louisville sucks ass. I don’t see why anyone would be proud to be from that place.”

Jack quickly turned around, causing the two of you to be chest to chest. Jack looked down at you, waiting to see what other remark you had to say. You take another audible gulp before you finish with your final insult. If this didn’t work, you really were going to feel like such an asshole. “You are, you are a mid rapper at best.” You whisper, closing your eyes to avoid watching his reaction. You were doing this for the sake of SZA, and you couldn’t back out now.

“If I break up with you, can we get back together in like an hour or two?” Jack says, eying you up and down. You give him a frantic nod, excitement taking over as you finally get to hear SOS to its fullest potential. “Okay, well, Y/N. We’re over.” Jack says, stepping back from you.

“What, why?” You yell out for theatrics sake.

“Because you really hurt my feelings, hit me where it hurt. Damn” He finishes, walking back to his studio and closing the door behind him.

As if it was waiting for this moment, Special begins to play from your phone. You turn it up as loud is it could possibly go, ready to hear the song how it was meant to be heard- heartbroken. You scurry back to your bed in your fort of blankets just as the chorus begins.

I wish I was special

I gave all my special

You scream from under your blankets, the tears in your eyes already beginning to form. However, you weren’t heartbroken, you just felt guilt.

AWAY TO A LOSER

NOW IM JUST A LOSER

Not only did you insult Jack for the sake of really feeling the music, but here you were belting at the top of your lungs that he was a loser, which was the furthest from the truth.

You turned the song off and decided you needed to apologize to Jack. You chose to leave your fort of blankets behind this time because you wanted Jack to take you seriously.

You took a deep breath before knocking on Jack’s studio door, waiting for him to answer. You weren’t sure why you were knocking as you typically barge right in, but you had to remind yourself that you guys were broken up at the moment. It wasn’t long before the door opens, Jack staring at you in confusion. The moment that your eyes landed on his, you began to sob.

“I’m so sorry for all the mean things I said to you, Jack.” You start, managing to say those words in between gasps.

Jack only chuckles before pulling you into his arms, walking the two of you to the futon he had in the studio. He whispers “I thought this is what you wanted, Y/N,” in your ear as his nails scratched your head that was digging into his chest. If you weren’t sobbing so hard you would address the chuckles you felt leaving his body, but you didn’t have it in you at the moment.

You composed yourself after a couple of minutes, starting your apology. “It was a low blow to say that you looked like Mr. Tumnus and that Drake was cooler than you. Oh and that Louisville sucked and that you were a mid rapper.” You say in between sniffles. “I’m really sorry I said those things. I didn’t mean it. You know that right?”

Jack pulls you closer to him, kissing the top of your head as you lay your head on his shoulder. “I didn’t think you did, babe.” He laughs.

“I also called you a loser. Which isn’t true.” You say.

“When did you call me a loser?” Jack asks suspiciously, trying to recall everything you had said to him.

You gasp at your confession, taking it back immediately. “Oh I was just kidding. I never said that.” You quickly say. “Can we get back together though? I miss you.”

“I never went anywhere,” Jack laughs out, but pulling you closer to him as the two of you began to kiss on the futon.

“You know I never meant any of that? Honest?” You say between kisses and Jack laughed out loud “I know! You were just trying to hit me where it hurt, but I think you should probably make it up to me right?” He smirked and you giggled “I like how you think.”

The straddled him, kissing and sucking on his neck, which you knew would instantly change the mood.

“Nobody gets me is a pretty good song right?” He asked while you were between kisses.

“Jack!” You hit him with the pillow that laid beside you “you listened without me?”

“We broke up remember?” He laughed “I was going through it too!”

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ironstrange1991 · 1 year

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A Real Man

+18 Smut

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n's past traumas and inexperience with relationships lead her to start a romance with one of the worst students at Kamar Taj. When her heart is broken, Stephen offers to teach her what it's like to love a real man, leading her to experience sensations she never imagined before.

Word Count: 10,5k

Warnings: Mentions of childhood sexual abuse, mentions of trauma and psychological issues, huge age gap, sexual content including oral sex with both male and female receiving, masturbation with male receiving, p in v, creampie.

A/N: Hey guys I finally managed to find time to post!

I'd like to clarify that this version of Defender belongs to another timeline, it's not the same pair I usually write about. We have a Stephen here who has just created the Defenders, is still teaching at Kamar Taj, and is not yet the Sorcerer Supreme. The reader is also a student of kamar Taj, but is decades younger than Stephen. I'm so happy with this fic, I hope you like it. ;)

Stephen approached you from behind while you were absently sitting at the desk in the library trying to read, but he could see from afar that you weren't reading anything, your head was turned forward and not to the book and your gaze was fixed as if you were contemplating an immense abyss within yourself.

You were one of his students at Kamar Taj, you were young, twenty-two to be precise and yet you had so much weight on your shoulders and a shadow in your eyes that he himself could recognize as trauma. Maybe that was what made you stand out among the other students.

Not that you weren't beautiful, you were very beautiful, but what made him see you was this sadness, an almost palpable melancholy that surrounded you. He'd been dying to walk over and ask what was wrong, but he never had the courage to do so.

He went so far as to ask Wong about what he knew about your past and Wong sighed heavily "That girl has endured more than anyone should. There's a lot of strength in her, Strange, but there's also a lot of anger, bitterness, pent-up feelings that perhaps one day come to light in catastrophic ways."

Stephen didn't ask any more questions, but Wong's answer only increased his curiosity about you. It didn't help that he was your teacher and saw you every day, even with all the sadness that never left your eyes he was the only person tham seem to make you smile.

A beautiful smile, shy, discreet, but full of sincerity. You once blurted out at the end of a class that he was your favorite teacher. That filled Stephen's heart with a new feeling he didn't remember feeling before, but it also made you apologize for your boldness and run away with your face completely pink.

A friendship was born between you. Sincere, serene, respectful. Even though he knew that deep down he felt more than just affection for you, he was determined to keep things as they were, after all you trusted him as your teacher, maybe you saw him as a father figure or something, he was more than twice your age. When Stephen thought that way he felt not sad, but uncomfortable. Could it be that a friend was all he could be for you?

Things got worse for him when you started an affair with another student. Hugh was older than you but certainly younger than Stephen and was not considered an example or good company for other students by any Master at Kamar Taj.

Stephen felt jealous, but it wasn't just that, it was more, it was a feeling of alertness, of concern, as if he'd known from the start that Hugh meant you no good and was taking advantage of you feeling lonely.

For a while he convinced himself that it was just jealousy, but as your relationship blossomed in front of him and the feeling that something was wrong grew, Stephen did what he did best: playing the detective and digging into Hugh's personal life and it didn't take long for him to discover that the young man was married, had a daughter in the hospital undergoing treatment for terminal cancer, and was at the Kamar Taj seeking enough knowledge to save his daughter.

Stephen thought about how to tell you all this without it sounding intrusive, in the end he decided to gather all the files he found, put them in an envelope and left them on your desk with a note.

I AM REALLY SORRY. STEPHEN.

He feared that it would push you away and destroy your friendship, but it was just the opposite. You started to trust him more, to be more open with him and, little by little, you even managed to tell him about the abuse you suffered as a child, abuse that lasted for years and only stopped when you ran away from home and found shelter at Kamar Taj. You were 12 years old. The Ancient One was still alive and she saw your future clearly deciding to keep you as some kind of maid until you reached 14 so you could begin your training.

Stephen had been at Kamar Taj for 2 years and was already Master of the NY Sanctum when you arrived, he basically watched you grow and turn into a beautiful woman and then somehow he couldn't stop inappropriate feelings from taking over him even though he was more than determined that he never would try anything.

It had been weeks since the truth came out and you ended your relationship in a painful way as witnesses reported. And there you were now in the library pretending to study, not eating well, not sleeping well and he worried about you in ways he couldn't describe.

When the Ancient One died, in fact the day she died she told you that you and tephen had enormous potential together and that he would need you on his journey to become the new Sorcerer Supreme and that you would need him to free yourself from the darkness that inhabits your heart. It took you months to tell him that and he has never been able to forget those words.

Hence the desperate feeling of protecting you from any harm that led him to discover the truth about Hugh.

He cleared his throat to let you know he was close by.

"Can I sit next to you? I know you're not reading anyway."

You smiled nodding sadly at him, your eyes filled with tears. He sit.

"Y/n I'm so sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have butted in, I just felt like something wasn't right and when I found out I couldn't keep the truth from you. But now I am not so sure anymore."

You shook your head understanding. "I know. Thank you, Stephen, I guess I can call you just Stephen isn't that right?" I just realized I keep doing it, sounds disrespectful."

He smiled reassuring "Never. Of course you can call me Stephen."

You sighed closing the book that coincidentally dealt with forgetting spells. He looked at the book and looked at you worriedly "These spells are way beyond your level and if Wong finds out you're considering trying using any of them..."

"Are you really going to rat me out to Wong?"

"If it's to keep you safe, yes. Besides, you can't forget a whole life, just pieces of it, Y/n and it's still too dangerous."

You shook your head negatively and he held your hand firmly "If you don't tell me I won't be able to help"

You nodded and remained silent. There were tears on your eyes.

Stephen had to restrain himself from pulling you into his arms. He wanted to protect you from your past, from your parents, from the world, to tell you that he wouldn't allow anyone else to hurt you, but he stopped himself. "Tell me what exactly do you want to forget"

You sighed "The things Hugh said to me before he left"

Stephen waited for you to continue.

"It's embarrassing, I don't know if I should..."

"Only if you trust me. If you trust me, Y/n, you can tell me anything"

You nodded, running your hand over your face and wiping away your tears. "He said he was only staying with me because he was looking for what his wife didn't give him at home."

Stephen barely noticed when his teeth ground together.

"As you well know I never had anyone, because of what happened when I was a child I was always afraid, I always thought that sex was something bad and wrong, but with him... well, it never felt right, but I thought it was. I didn't… I don't know if I did things the right way or not, but he liked it and I thought it was okay, but..."

Stephen was holding back from showing how furious he was. "Go on"

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment "He said only a whore has sex that way and that he was disgusted with me..." You started sobbing "I don't know what he's talking about, I thought he liked me, I thought I was doing everything right..."

Stephen pulled you into his arms instinctively and you sighed in surprise but wrapped your arms around him anyway and allowed yourself to cry and he let you, he just stayed there for you. When the torrent of tears had passed he cupped your face and made you look at him "There's nothing wrong with you, do you hear me? Hugh lied to you, saw your weakness and inexperience and took advantage of it. If there's anyone wrong and disgusting in this story is him."

Stephen stopped wondering if he should continue that conversation, but decided he was already too deep into it to stop now. "There is no right or wrong way for a woman to have sex, we are not in the 15th century anymore."

You nodded and then your face got red probably from realizing the kind of conversation you were having. You were friends but never talked about sex before.

"I probably shouldn't be talking about this with the Sorcerer Supreme."

He shook his head, "I'm not the Sorcerer Supreme yet, as you well know."

The position had been taken temporarily by Wong while Stephen went through all the tests the Vishanti demanded.

You sighed running your hands over your face to wipe away the tears "Can I ask you something?"

Stephen sighed pushing the book as far as possible on the desk "I would do anything for you. Even a forbidden spell like this that would get me in trouble with Wong..."

Stephen nodded already knowing what you would ask.

You pushed the book towards him "It’s too advanced for me anyway, but definitely not for you so… could you make me forget the things he said to me?"

"But..."

"I don't think this is the best way to deal with what happened. Y/n, there's always been a shadow over you and your sex life. You told me about the horrors you were inflicted on at home and as far as I know, that shit man was the only man you had besides your abuser."

You nodded, mortified that Stephen was saying those things so openly to you.

"Forgetting what he said won't erase your traumas. Neither the old ones nor the new ones that Hugh created. You'll forget the reasons, but the feeling will still be there."

You traced the scars on Stephen's hand with your fingertips nodding vehemently and he sighed with relief that you understood.

He sighed and held his shaky hand out to you. You held it in yours.

"Imagine for a second…” He said “…that I use such a spell to forget my trauma, my accident. The shaking, the scars would still be there, I just wouldn't remember why."

"I just wanted this feeling to go away. I keep hearing his voice in my head, the things he said, the way he said, it makes me sick. I just want to feel better and normal."

Stephen nodded "There are better ways to make you forget him. To make you feel good about yourself and show you that sex isn't a bad thing."

You looked at him confused and he smiled sheepishly "You can refuse if you want, dammit, you might even hate me for bringing this up now, but… Y/n I've always been in love with you."

You still seemed to struggle to understand what he was saying. "You never said anything to me. I thought I was your friend."

Stephen nodded "You are. My best friend but I've always wanted more. I just never got up the courage to say so because you're my student and you are so young, I've known you for years, I saw you growing and it seems inappropriate..."

"Stephen…"

He put his index finger to your mouth. "Please let me finish."

You nodded.

"I've never tried anything because I'm so much older than you are, but after everything you've told me, after everything that's happened... maybe you need a little experience to show you what it's like not just to have sex, but to make love."

You were speechless, your mouth went agape, your heart was pounding so hard in your chest it felt like it was going to burst. You've always had a crush on Stephen, ever since you were a little girl and had just arrived at the Kamar Taj, but it was always something silly, you never thought you had a chance precisely because you were too young. You thought he wouldn't be interested in you.

Stephen grew more nervous with each passing second that you remained silent. Had he crossed a line? He shouldn't have said that right then, it was inappropriate, it would seem like he was also trying to take advantage on you. Damn it, maybe he used the spell after all, but to make you forget what he said.

"I've never been kissed" You said suddenly. "Hugh... he used to kiss my lips quickly, with his mouth shut. Maybe he was disgusted of me, I don't know. I don't even know how to actually do it"

Stephen smiled at you and touched your face, pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear "Can I show you how it feels like?"

You nodded vehemently. Stephen could feel your entire body shaking as he approached. He rested his other hand on the back of your neck gently and pulled you close, your mouths so close he could feel your warm breath.

He kissed you. Just a touch of lips and then he ran the tip of his tongue between the line of your lips and you parted them instinctively. You sighed in surprise when Stephen's tongue entered your mouth. It was so intimate, so different and at the same time it didn't feel bad or wrong. He caressed your tongue gently with his, gently touched the roof of your mouth and you couldn't help but let a soft moan escape your lips.

Stephen ended the kiss with a light bite on your lower lip and then pulled back and stared at you as if analyzing your reaction. Your face was red, as were your eyes full of tears, but there was a smile on your lips, a happy smile that Stephen had never seen before.

"So…how was your first real kiss?"

You blushed even more and Stephen had the feeling that he was dealing with a virgin and that didn't make him back down or intimidate him, on the contrary. He wanted to erase all the bad experiences from your mind and show you how life could be something good, and that sex was special and good when done with someone who cares about you. Not that he had much of that. In recent years Stephen only had one-night stands with women he couldn't even remember the names and which only served to increase his loneliness. But he had someone he cared about once, who sex was something special, so he knew what he was talking about.

"Can we do more…now?" You asked and he sighed in relief realizing that you hadn't been even more traumatized by his onslaught.

He smirked "Call me old-fashioned, but I'd rather take you to dinner with me first, far away from here."

"Like on a date?"

"Precisely on a date"

Your smile widened even more "I would love that"

"Tomorrow at 8pm?"

"Tomorrow is Friday, I have a spell class at 7pm"

Stephen smirked "And who is your teacher?"

"You"

"Well, consider yourself released from tomorrow's class. You are much more advanced than your class anyway. I'll ask another Master to administer the class and we can go."

He got up to go and you took his hand "Stephen... thank you"

"For kissing you?"

"For being you. For everything"

He took a step towards you and leaned down and just when you thought he was going to kiss you again he planted a long lingering kiss on your forehead and somehow it felt as intimate as the first kiss. "See you tomorrow, Baby. Try to sleep, okay?"

You nodded.

"And put that book away or I'll tell Wong"

…

You couldn't sleep a wink at night, but this time it wasn't because you were thinking about all the horrible things that had happened to you, you were thinking about Stephen. That charming, educated, extremely intelligent and handsome man. Above all Stephen was beautiful. Maybe it was probably the full beard that adorned those high cheekbones, but then there was also the hair. That always perfect ponytail, with strands of silver hair that somehow made those blue oceanic eyes stand out even more. You realized you've never seen Stephen with his hair down...

You gave up trying to sleep and got up around 5am and went to the kitchen to make some tea. You imagined that the kitchen would be empty at that time, but you found Wong doing the same thing you intended to do.

"Couldn't sleep either?" The Sorcerer Supreme asked.

You grimaced as you sat down and accepted the cup of tea that Wong handed you. "Too much on my mind I guess"

He stared at you as if he could read your mind and then he smiled to himself going back to making tea for himself now " I always wondered how long it would take for you and Strange to get it right"

You looked at him confused and your face turned slightly red. "What do you mean?"

"The walls have ears and eyes here, y/n, and they all work for me."

You sipped your tea "I think everyone should mind their own business instead of spying on others." You paused for a second "With all due respect, sir"

Wong pretended he didn't hear what you said and just continued talking as if he was talking more to himself than to you. "At 22 you have exceeded all my expectations, just as the Ancient One predicted. Stephen is also progressing fast, I believe he will take over as Sorcerer Supreme in less than three months. It is good that you have each other, the universe needs protection and Stephen needs your support."

You sighed "Right now I need him more than the other way around"

Wong shook his head, sipping his tea "Destiny's plans can be difficult to understand, but I never doubted the Ancient One's prophecies."

You choked on your tea "Did she make a prophecy about me and Stephen?"

Wong just smiled and left the kitchen with his cup of tea in hand.

…

You spent the day between one class and another and your free time hiding in the library, Stephen was busy and you constantly looked at the clock counting the minutes to finally see him again. The things Wong said in the morning kept coming to your head and didn't help much and you were anxious and nervous for what was to come, but most of all, you were feeling good. It was as if Stephen had the power to take all your negative thoughts and turn them into expectation, an opportunity for something inexplicable.

You finished your last class at 6:30pm and instead of heading to your last class of the day as you normally would, you went up to your room and took a shower to get rid of the Kathmandu heat, but mostly to clear your head. When you got out of the shower and sat on the bed distractedly combing your wet hair, you saw a small piece of paper folded on top of your bedside table. You recognized Stephen's handwriting.

MEET ME AT THE NY SANCTUM AT 8PM. STEPHEN

You smiled, staring at the note in your hands and dedicate yourself to drying your hair and curling it and then finding a suitable outfit for your date. It would help if you knew what exactly Stephen had in mind. In the end, you ended up opting for a short pink dress.

…

Stephen heard the sound of a portal opening. He remembered perfectly the first time you opened a portal, you were so young, you must have been fourteen at the time. He pushed the thought away before he started to feel old and dirty.

He finished lighting the last candle on the table he had carefully set for the two of you. A smile played over his lips as he heard the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor in the foyer. He snapped his fingers getting rid of the apron he was wearing so as not to soil the impeccable suit he chose to wear that night, his hair was tied tightly in a ponytail.

He was getting to you when he heard your voice calling to him in a bit of confusion and when he finally saw you his heart sped up in his chest. You were beautiful. He was so used to seeing you in student robes, your hair always tied back. That night you were wearing a pink dress and heels and your hair was curled carefully, curls falling to the middle of your back. You took your time getting ready for him.

"Stephen..." You looked at him with owe. You were also just used to seeing him in his black and red robes. He walked over to you and touched your face which immediately turned pink "You look beautiful, Y/n. I hope you had a productive day."

You shrugged "Not much to be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about you" You looked away when you realized what you said and then tried to correct yourself "I mean... in the things you said to me yesterday". It didn't make much difference.

He nodded extending his hand to you and you held it tight "Come with me"

You followed him a little confused, in your head you were going out to dinner or something, but instead he led you into the Sanctum. You only understood when you arrived in the dining room lit by candlelight, the table set beautifully.

"I figured you wouldn't mind having dinner with me here at the Sanctum rather than going anywhere else" He explained "I opted for the privacy and intimacy of just the two of us and no one else to interrupt us"

Your mouth went agape and the words seemed to fly through the window of your mind. He pulled the chair for you to sit in and with a pompous gesture of his fingers filled your glass with red wine. He sat down and did the same with his own. "I hope you're hungry, I cooked your favorite dish"

If you hadn't been sitting down you probably would have fallen over, you could feel your legs go weak with every gesture, every word, damn it, just Stephen's surreal beauty was enough to put you in that state, but the reality of the whole thing, being there and understanding that this was really happening and wasn't just a dream was enough to render you speechless.

He sipped his wine in silence and you finally found your voice "Did you cook for me?" He smiled "Yes I did"

You took a long drink of your wine "I didn't know you could cook"

He smirked and with a flick of his fingers your plates materialized in front of you.

The delicious smell of the food made you salivate. "There are so many things you don't know about me, you'd be surprised"

You smile shyly "I'm already surprised, but go ahead, surprise me more"

"First you are going to taste your food and tell me what you think." You did as he asked and oh my god it was perfect, you couldn't remember the last time you had such delicious food. "It's perfect, delicious. I wonder how you knew this was my favorite dish..."

He finally allowed himself a taste of his food and then dabbed his lips gracefully on his napkin before answering. He was so…elegant. That was the word you would use to describe Defender Strange.

"The secret is never to use magic to rush things. Food needs time to cook, its own time. And the answer to your question... I may have used my magic to find out."

You felt your face hitting up "You read my mind"

He chuckled "No, I didn't. I would never do such a thing. I asked a few people, that’s all."

You nodded "But if you wanted to, could you?"

"Read your mind? Yes. There are some spells that are used to interrogate people."

"I did not know that"

"Although you are extremely advanced, there are many things you still don't know, but I will be happy to teach them to you."

You couldn't define whether or not the double meaning you caught in those words was intentional, but your cheeks grew even pinker and tried to hide it.

"You won't have anough time to keep teaching once you become the Sorcerer Supreme. You already don't spend as much time at the Kamar Taj as you were used to since you created The Defenders"

Stephen shook his head "I know. But I promise I will always find time for you. Always."

You smiled happily and took another mouthful of food and sipped your wine "I ran into Wong this morning and he mentioned something that got me thinking about the Ancient One making a prophecy about you and me."

Stephen just smiled, but you insisted "Did you know that? Did you always know?"

He sighed and extended his hand across the table to you. You put your hand over his, his hands were so warm and you knew he was using a spell to keep them steady while he was eating.

"It's not a prophecy, it's just a statement she made." He seemed uncomfortable but continued "The Ancient One knew a lot about the multiverse, she could see through realities, she told me that the first time I was at Kamar Taj. She knew me even before we met for the first time and I bet that was the same with you."

"What did she see?" You asked, your voice just a whisper.

"She saw us together in all the universes. Different versions of us living together and in the few universes where we didn't, for one reason or another, there was only pain and suffering for the two of us. She realized that at some point we would be together because it is just as the universe predestined."

You were silent and Stephen sighed heavily. He didn't want to say that to you. Damn Wong and his huge mouth. "I never believed that, I don't want you to think I'm doing this because of a stupid prophecy..."

"I think it's beautiful, romantic. I remember when I arrived at Kamar Taj, I always felt a connection with you. You were my favorite teacher. It was innocent but I had a crush on you. I thought at first it was just because I thought you were beautiful, but it was more than that. You became my best friend there and…”

Stephen was surprised by your reaction. He thought it would push you away from him, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. "And..."

"It feels right. My whole life things have always been wrong, felt wrong, but not this, not you. You feel right"

He got close enough to kiss your lips, just a touch of lips and then you both smiled shyly

"You still haven't told me about the things you know how to do. Come on, surprise me, Master Strange"

He gave a short giggle amused by you "I can speak six different languages, seven including Sanskrit"

You tried to show how impressed you were, so you smirked "Everyone at Kamar Taj can read Sanskrit, Wong forces us with those books and Google translator only helps so much..."

"Eres la mujer más hermosa y encantadora que he tenido el placer de conocer."

You smiled confused but delighted to hear him "What does that mean..."

"That you are the most beautiful and charming woman I've had the pleasure of meeting. In Spanish. I could repeat it in Portuguese, French, Italian, German..."

You stopped him by pulling him to your lips and this time he kissed you passionately. You only stopped to breathe.

"You did it" You confessed "I'm surprised and delighted."

"Trust me Baby, I'm just getting started"

…

You were in his room. His room in the Sanctum of NY was big, heavy and dark curtains, shelves of books in one corner, wardrobe in another and the bed in the middle. His bed was big, a four poster bed, it was so elegant and just looking at it made your face blush.

"Who cleans all this up?" It was the first thing that crossed your mind to say to break the silence once you knew he was standing there watching and analyzing you. He chuckled "We try to keep it clean as much as possible, there are spells that help but we have some people that come here to clean from time to time"

You shook your head walking decidedly towards his bed and sitting at its feet. The mattress was soft, but not too soft, but the duvet that covered the bed was extremely soft and comfortable. You caressed it with your hands. "Much better than our beds at Kamar Taj, don't you think? Although now that you're going to become Sorcerer Supreme, maybe you got a better room there."

He shook his head, smirking "I certainly don't. My room has been the same for years and it's identical to everyone else's, you're welcome to see it whenever you want... I mean, if you want."

You held out your hand for him to come closer and he did, walking slowly towards you until he was towering over you, the scent of his perfume was making you intoxicated. He put his palm up and you placed your hand in his, he touched your face with his other hand, the touch was rough on your soft skin but it was warm and comforting.

You closed your eyes in delight in that shaky touch and barely noticed when he lowered so that your faces were at the same height and then kissed your lips lightly. You wrapped your arm around his neck and deepened the kiss keeping him close to you and even when your lips parted to breathe he stayed there so close you could feel his warm breath.

He got up and pulled you up too and turned your back to him gently. His hands struggled to undo the clasp on your dress, but he managed and then zipped it down to your ass. He did it slowly and as he did he brought his lips to your ear and spoke so low it was almost a whisper, but firm and sensual "I will not ask permission for anything I'll do to you tonight, but if you need to stop just tell me, is that ok?"

Your skin crawled and your voice sounded shakier than you expected "Okay"

He threaded the straps of the dress through your arms and then pulled it down to the ground at your feet. You could almost hear him smirking looking at the lingerie set you chose for him. Black and red, with lace.

"Is that all for me?" He asked again with that baritone voice in your ear. You nodded biting your lip when you felt his fingers playing with the strap of your bra. He still hadn't done anything to you and yet you felt like you were melting.

"Then let me have a good look" He asked and you turned to face him. He bent down, pushing the dress off your feet, but made sure to keep your heels on. He get up again and touched your breast lightly with the back of his hand and the bra did little to hide how quickly your nipple hardened at the slightest touch of his. "You're beautiful, did you know that? Has anyone ever told you that?"

You shook your head no.

"But you believe me, don't you? You're beautiful." He said again. His blue eyes locked with yours to make sure there was no doubt that he was telling the truth. You nodded shyly and without holding back cupped his face in your hand, he leaned his face towards your hand and that gesture was enough to pull a sigh from your lips. "I always thought you were so handsome, I never had the heart to say it, but I'm sure you've heard that from many women."

He shook his head, "Baby, it's been a long time since I've been with a woman long enough for her to even bother saying something like that to me."

You understood what he meant. Even if you didn't understand, people spoke. At the Kamar Taj there was a lot of talk about Stephen and his relationship with women. He never stayed with a woman more than one night and according to some he always had a different woman in bed. Not that you would judge him for that, but that fact alone was enough to prove your point. Women only got into it because he was handsome, but more than that, Defender Strange was gorgeous.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asked pulling you out of your reverie and only then did you notice that your hand was now in his hair. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything"

You ran your fingers up to his hair tie "May I? I realized I've never seen you with your hair down." He sighed nodding "Nobody ever sees it, but of course you can."

You pulled the hair tie slowly and his hair fell loose like a soft curtain just below his shoulder length. The silver locks adorning his face perfectly. "Should keep it that way"

He chuckled dryly disagreeing "It doesn't help much in a fight, especially if you have physical combat." You were forced to agree. "Promise you'll let me see you like this more often?"

He smirked as your hands caressed the soft strands of hair "I don't know, are we going to have more moments like this?" Without thinking too much you nodded vehemently causing his smirk to turn into a grin "Baby, I haven't even touched you yet. As far as I know I could be a big disappointment."

You shook your head "I know you won’t"

He kissed you now with more ferocity, more tongue, more spit. A wet, tempting kiss. Before you could contain it, a soft moan escaped your lips.

"As much as I love this lingerie set..." He ran his arms around your body looking for the clasp on your bra and then unclasping it. "I want to see you completely bare to burn the image in my brain and replace the one I've imagined so many times alone at night in this room."

You felt your face turn red, not only because of the fact that he took off your bra and left you naked from the waist up, but because of what he just revealed to you. Stephen thought about you at night, imagined you naked, what else did he do in those moments, you wondered.

He touched your tit lightly trapping one nipple between his middle and index fingers and without holding back he took the other one to his lips and you moaned in surprise this time louder. He took the other in his mouth sucking lightly and then he moved his lips down your belly and as he did he knelt before you, his hands on the waistband of your panties. He pulled it down to your feet and reached down to remove your heels, first one then the other and then you were completely naked and he was kneeling before you with a look of owe on his face.

"Stephen... it's my turn"

He got up "What's fair is fair." He replied.

You attacked him as soon as you had his permission, getting rid of the coat, untieing his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt and without holding back your lips were on his neck, kissing him and sucking on his skin. You didn't know where that desire came from, but you needed to have him right away.

"Fuck, baby..." He took your hand from his chest and brought it to his hip where his bulge was waiting for you. "Feel what you do to me"

You palmed his cock "You feel so big."

He smirked with the surprise in your voice "Haven't you ever imagined me naked?" You bit your lip "I tried not to, but sometimes I did."

He unbuttoned his pants and kicked his shoes away and without waiting time got rid of the pants and boxers he was wearing. Your eyes widened when you saw the size of it. "Isn't it what you imagined?"

You wrapped your hand around him and oh my god he was hard and warm and was pulsing already just for you.

"My imagination didn't do you justice." He groaned softly as you tightened your hand around him giving a little more pressure and then moved up and down. He was wrong about you, you were nothing like a virgin, you just needed a real fucking man to take care of you.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" You asked and he grinned satisfied "Yes you can, but I'm going to taste you first."

You stared at him in surprise as if he had said something absurd. "What’s wrong baby? You don’t like it? I won’t do it if you don’t want it."

You shook your head "It's not that, it's just..." You were blushing so fucking hard. Somehow him saying he was going down on you made you blush more than when you asked to give him a blow job. The reason was obvious.

"Nobody's ever done that to you, right? You don’t even know how it feels, how can you tell if you like it or not?" He kissed your lips, your hand was still wrapped in his cock, but it was still.

He took your hand and walked around the bed and laid you down gently on the soft duvet, your head comfortably resting on the pile of pillows. He came on top of you, but his lips moved down your neck, your tits, your belly, then he stared into your eyes and continued down until his lips were between your legs.

He took a long, wet lick all over your slit which made you moan in surprise and automatically close your legs trapping his head with your thighs. He chuckled with your response. He wrapped his arms around both of your thighs opening them "Keep them open for me, okay?"

You nodded.

He turned his attention to your pretty pussy. Licking the folds gently, teasing his tongue at your entrance. He hadn't even touched your clit yet and you were already moaning, your entire body shaking with the sensation, your hands gripping his hair and pulling at it sometimes painfully and it surprised him how arousing it felt somehow. He didn't want you to stop and he couldn't wait to see your reaction when he took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it just like that. You went back to pulling his hair now with more force and he groaned satisfied.

"Oh my god Stephen it feels so good"

He put two fingers slowly inside you analyzing your reaction and grinning to himself when he felt you contracting around them, your pussy fluttering so nicely in his fingers and when he added that to the suction on your clit you moaned so loud, it was almost a cry. "Stephen... I think I'm gonna cum." He didn't stop to answer, he didn't want the sensation to leave you for even a second, instead he curled his fingers to precisely reach a spot where he knew no other man had ever reached in you. And as quickly as he found it, you came. Hard. Loud. Wet. It was delicious. To bring you to that state knowing that he was the first to make you come so fucking hard like that just with his mouth and fingers was so powerful.

You were slowly coming back from your high still stunned by the surprise of the strength of your orgasm. You've never come so hard, no one has ever made you come before and to be honest what you do alone in your room at Kamar Taj was nothing compared to what Stephen just did and the result you get doing it by yourself couldn't even be compared to what you felt just now .

He came slowly leaving a trail of kisses on the way up and then he smiled at you pleased with himself, but he seemed so much more pleased for you, for giving you pleasure. You. For the first time in your life you felt that you were the protagonist of it. Stephen was there to give you pleasure and most important, somehow you knew he took pleasure in what he was doing. He took pleasure in giving pleasure. That was inconceivable for you who never had love before, never had a real man before, but it felt so right.

Stephen frowned when he saw that you had tears in your eyes "You're okay? We don't need to go on if you don't want to. I'm glad I pleasured you" Somehow those words made you cry even more, but at the same time you were smiling so happily.

"Baby, tell me you're okay." He asked worried.

You nodded "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was crying. Everything felt so intense. I think I am just overwhelmed.”

He shook his head "But it's a good thing, right? Because it felt like you were enjoying it very much." You agreed and pulled him to your lips kissing him soft but there was an urgency in your kiss and then he rested his forehead on yours "No man has ever made me feel so good, Stephen. This that you just did was the most wonderful thing I've ever had and I didn't know sex could feel so good. I think that's why I'm crying, damn it, I need to stop, I'm ruining the moment."

He smiled at you reassuring "It’s okay baby, I don’t mind, I am happy for you. That’s what I promised you, wasn't it?"

You nodded "I want to do the same for you." Your hand got between you, and you wrapped it around his cock stroking him nice and steady making him moan softly

"You're already doing it. Oh fuck baby, if I let you keep stroking me like that I wont last. Its too good."

Stephen was angry with himself. He hadn't had sex in a good few weeks, he couldn't even remember the last time he jerked off, what did he expect? He should have relieved himself first to last longer for you. Although once he came he would soon be ready to continue. For his age, Stephen had a lot of stamina, but how to say that to you? If you asked him to fuck you right now he couldn't help but being a big disappointment.

"Stephen… tell me what you want."

He groaned as you increased the speed with which you stroke him. "Baby I want to cum so badly. I promise I will get ready for you right away, but right now I just need to cum."

You nodded "Like this?" You asked and he nodded leaning his forehead on yours "Exactly like that, please baby don’t stop, say I can cum"

You moaned satisfied to see him lost in his own pleasure like that "Yes Stephen, you can cum, cum in my hand, show me how much I make you feel good."

You didn't have to say it twice. His dick was throbbing and pulsing so hard. He groaned loudly burying his face in the crook of your neck and you felt hot cum spurting all over your belly, dripping through your fingers. You didn't stop stroke him until he spilled the last drop. His heavy breathing made your entire body shiver.

"Is it too soon to say that I love you? Since the Ancient One has already foreseen all of this? I wonder if she has seen it all, I mean, until this moment..."

Stephen chuckled and then kissed you "I really hope not. It would be weird, don't you think?"

You giggled and he smirked standing up.

"Where you're going?" You complained automatically when he walked off towards what you assumed was the bathroom. He only took a minute and then he came back with a damp towel and started to clean you up.

He got rid of the towel and went back to bed and you clung to him like a koala, one of your hands firm on his waist and the other stroking his hair. Stephen realized how much he liked when you did that. It went against everything he knew about himself, usually he never let anyone touch his hair, but you, you were different, he should have known.

"Can I tell you something?" You asked after a minute of comfortable silence. He nodded "Anything. I am your best friend, remember? This don’t change that"

You nodded with a smile and then went back to being serious "I've never had an orgasm with a man before. I thought this was a problem I had, you know, physically, so I faked it."

Stephen caressed your face "I know there's nothing wrong with you. Now you need to understand that cuming like you did, here..." He took his hand between your legs and gently touched your clit ".. .It's a lot easier than cuming with penetration, but I'm up for the challenge, baby."

He circled your clit with his fingers lightly and you felt that electricity coursing through your body again. You still wanted him, you weren't sated and he wasn't either because you could see he was already half hard again.

You hummed reaching for his lips. "I like that"

He kissed you intensely "What?" He asked.

"The way you call me... baby."

Stephen barely realized he was doing it, much less could say where it came from. "I've always called you that, haven't I?"

You shook your head "Not really, it started yesterday."

He sighed, lowering his lips to your neck, his fingers playing with your clit managed to elicit a loud moan from your lips "I'm glad you like it because from now on you will be my baby, I will love you, and take care of you and I will make sure you cum over and over again in my mouth, in my fingers..." He reached down and thrust two fingers inside you, the sound of his fingers in and out of your totally soaked pussy was obscene and delicious. "...but especially on my cock and you'll never have to fake it again, because you will have plenty of the real thing."

You moaned pulling him to your lips and you so wanted to believe he meant every word he said.

You could feel another orgasm welling up in the pit of your stomach, but just as fast as it came it died when Stephen pulled his fingers out of you.

You whimpered and he chuckled "I know baby, but I'd rather have you cuming around my cock this time."

You nodded and before you could say anything he took your hand and led it to his cock. He was already hard again, not as hard as before, but you were impressed. "You are ready already, Hugh used to take a lot of time to get ready."

Stephen grimaced "Let's make a deal, don't compare me to that idiot."

"I am sorry" You replied shyly "It's pretty much the only reference I have."

Stephen agreed sighing heavily as you wrapped your hand around him and started to move up and down slowly. "I'll be your only reference now, okay?" You smile satisfied. The idea of having Stephen not just for one night, but for something more serious appealed to you in many ways, but you realized that the most important thing was that you felt safe around him.

"Baby can I have your mouth now?"

You nodded vehemently, you wanted to please him, you wanted to surprise him with the one thing you knew exactly how to do when it came to pleasing a man. After all, you lost count of how many times Hugh came in your mouth, but of course you didn't say that to Stephen.

You knelt between his legs and he settled back into the pillows, but as soon as you reached down and looked directly at his cock you lost confidence. There was no way it would fit in your mouth, at least not whole. But you did as you knew, you licked the tip getting the salty taste of his precum and put the tip in your mouth bobbing your head up and down, going just a little below the tip but striving to get more of him each time you went down. .

Stephen moaned loudly satisfied with the pleasure you gave him, he took his hand to your head and held your hair to have a good view and you waited for him to push your head down, but he never did. He just left his hand there and when you risked looking at him, he had his eyes closed and his head lolling back totally in pleasure. "Oh my god baby, you have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this. Definitely more times than I care to admit."

You felt your chest swell with that revelation and moved by the desire to satisfy him, you committed yourself to going all the way to the bottom, putting it in your mouth as much as you could until your nose touched his pubic bone. He groaned in satisfaction and you felt his cock throbbing violently in your throat which made you gag around it shamefully, tears streaming down your face. Stephen opened his eyes when you took him out of your mouth

"I'm sorry... you're... too big" You said shyly

He caressed your face wiping away the tears with his thumb "Its okay, no need to take all of it. It was already really good before. Don’t push too hard on yourself."

You nodded and he motioned with his hand for you to come closer and you sustained yourself on both hands crawling over him. He wrapped an arm around you and cupped your face "Come here, kiss me" You kissed him ardently and he moaned on your lips "Fuck, your little mouth felt so good on my cock."

"I want you to fuck me" You buried your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your own words. You weren't used to verbalizing your wishes, but with Stephen you felt like you could.

He put his hand between you, the tip of it rubbing your folds and then he directed his cock at your entrance "You just got one thing wrong, I wont fuck you,baby, I will make love to you."

Your body responded to him automatically, your hips lowering as you took inch by inch in. He felt so big inside you, but you took it all at once and you felt so proud of yourself for that. He waited for you to settle around him, but instead of starting to thrust, he held your waist gently squeezing "Move baby, ride me"

You've never been in that position before and didn't know exactly how to do it, but you mimicked the movements you already knew by moving up and down slowly and then increasing your pace.

Stephen moaned loudly, jaw clenched, eyes closed. You felt so good, so tight, your little walls clenching around him.

You rested both hands on his chest for balance and increased the pace, the silent room was flooded with the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of your pussy and your heavy breaths and moans followed by the sweet nothings that escaped Stephen's lips. His husky voice cracked with pleasure, dripping with honey. "Just like that baby, you're doing so well, taking me so good inside you. you feel amazing, your sweet pussy it’s so wet and nice..."

Stephen could feel your walls fluttering around him and couldn't help but smile to himself, satisfied with keeping the promises he made. You were about to cum again, this time on his cock. He knew that once he had cum, he wouldn't come again so quickly, but he didn't care, he wanted to see you cuming again. That was his goal that night, to pleasure you over and over.

"You're doing amazing baby, I can feel your pussy getting tighter. You're gonna cum for me?"

You couldn't respond, you were too wrapped up in all the sensations in your body. You've never felt so much pleasure from penetration before and as incredible as it seemed you felt like you were one step away from cuming but you didn't know how to get there and you wanted it, god you wanted it so badly "Stephen please, make me cum"

He smirked satisfied "I'm your teacher, remember? I'll teach you how to get there by yourself."

The grip of his hands on your waist tightened "Relax your body for me, let me move you." You did as he asked and Stephen started to move you back and forth and at the same time he forced your hip down allowing his pubic bone and hair to provide you delicious friction on your clit. You moaned loudly. It was as if an electric current was running through your entire body. "You see, its better this way, isn't it?"

You couldn't answer so you just nodded your head yes, your eyes were closed, your head lolled back "Now do it by yourself, at your pace" He instructed you.

The moment he let go of your waist and his hands lazily descended to your thighs you took control moving exactly as he taught you only much faster and harder as your breathing grew more ragged, your moans louder.

"Oh my god Stephen I am gonna cum..."

He didn't even have time to respond. Your entire body convulsed over his, your pussy squeezing him so tightly he couldn't contain a groan himself. His arms supported your body as you came down from your high collapsing onto his chest. He hold you tight in his arms, with the other hand he brushed the hair from your face and kissed your forehead affectionately.

"You're okay?"

"uh hm"

"You did it so well, I am so proud of you."

You hummed again looking for his lips and when you kissed him with such intensity, he felt his cock pulsing inside you so hard that it was impossible for you not to feel it too. And as you were you, you giggled "Oh you need to cum too"

He couldn't contain the cocky smirk that rose to his lips. "Yeah, it would be amazing. Do you think I deserve it?"

You lifted your head facing him and pretended to think about it "Yeah, I think you do."

"Right? Only now I'm going to come inside you. Is that okay? You're in birth control, right?"

"Now you're asking?" You scolded him.

He sighed and in a second he turned you, your back on the mattress and with his hand went back inside you "I'm a doctor, I know what I am doing. Now answer my question so I know if I should cum in or out."

You moaned as he thrust against you, even though you had just come your body still seemed to react to him. "In"

He chuckled "That wasn't the question" He thrust again, this time a little harder.

You nodded trying to think clearly "I am in birth control"

"That’s great, baby"

Stephen kissed you ardently as he thrust against you in a slow, rhythmic way, it was different, sensual and while he did it the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard escaped through his lips and made your chest swell with a newfound passion and a love that somehow you always knew it was there.

You touched his face, brushing away the lock of hair that fell over his eyes. He groaned softly turning his face to kiss your hand. You were sated, more than that, your body felt like jelly beneath him and even though each slow, rhythmic thrust had your walls contracting around him you doubted you'd ever be able to cum again and you didn't care, now all that mattered was his pleasure, his moans and grunts, his sweaty body over yours as he leaned on one hand, the other gripping the headboard, while his mouth never seemed to get enough of you, kissing, sucking and biting every bit of skin and flesh that he achieved while looking for his high, for his own pleasure now and even if that was the only thing you recognized as sex, with Stephen it was different. You didn't feel like you were being used, at least not in that way, the wrong way. With Stephen you felt loved.

You noticed when his breathing got more ragged, the thrusts lost rhythm and his moans got louder, he was being so loud and you loved it.

"Fuck baby you feel so good, I wanna cum so deep inside you, mark you as mine, tell me I can."

You couldn't hide your smirk while remembering what he said earlier.

"I thought you weren't going to ask permission tonight."

He bit his lower lip "It's more pleasurable than I imagined." He seemed to think for a second "You know what, pull my hair"

You stared at him not sure you understood "You... really?"

He thrusted hard "Please baby, do it, do it now and talk to me, tell me I can cum"

You threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled as hard as you could, his head lolling back and you could feel his cock throbbing violently inside you in response "Cum for me, Stephen, you can cum, please... cum inside me."

Stephen groaned loudly when you pulled his hair again and then with one last thrust he spurted his load inside you. It felt so warm and nice to have it all filling you up.

Stephen's hands gave up and he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight for a second before he propped himself up on his elbows, but his face was in the crook of your neck "I love you baby, I guess I always did. You have no idea how hard it was for me to see you with him."

He confessed finally looking at you. There was a sparkle in his eyes that you've never seen before.

You kissed him tenderly "I am here now with you, that's all that matters.

He smiled lazily, gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and stood up. He came back a minute later dressed in sweatpants and a towel in hand, he cleaned you up slowly, carefully and patiently and before you could protest, he used his magic to heal the hickeys and bite marks he left on your neck. When he finished, he got rid of the dirty towel and went to the wardrobe where he grabbed a shirt and handed it to you.

You smiled shyly, but put on the T-shirt.

"I'm going down stairs to make sure everything is in order. Do you want anything?" He asked

"Water"

You lay down next to him, your head on his shoulder, your arm around his waist.

He nodded and left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts. Did that really happen? Was this really happening? Did you just had sex and were really going to sleep with Defender Strange?

Before you could come to any conclusion he returned with the glass of water you asked for and handed it to you. You drank it all quickly and put the glass on the bedside table. Stephen was already lying beside you, his arm outstretched for you to snuggle close to him.

"Stephen..." You called him breaking the silence.

"Hm"

"Did you mean it?"

He stared at you without understand

"We are really together, I mean, like a couple? Is that what you meant when you said I'm yours?"

He smiled reassuring and placed a tender kiss on your lips "Yes, baby."

You bit your lip, still not convinced.

"What’s wrong?" He asked

"It's just that it's hard for me to believe something a man says while having sex... that's why I need to know if you mean it."

"Y/n..." He touched your face affectionately and then sighed "I love you. That thing I said about not believing what the Ancient One predicted? Bullshit. I know it’s true. I think I've loved you since the first time I saw you and yes, I know it's sounds creepy, but I didn't see you that way back then. I always had a lot of affection for you, but I fell in love with you when I realized what a beautiful woman you had become."

He shook his head like he was mad he couldn't find the right words to explain and was afraid you'd get it all wrong. "What I mean by all this is that I mean it. We are together and I want everybody know that you are mine."

You were silent for a minute and the next thing you knew your hand was in his hair, absentmindedly twirling a strand around your index finger.

"I love you too. I guess I always did" You cooed. "You make me feel normal and special at the same time. What we did, it was... I really enjoyed it."

Stephen shook his head "I'm glad you did." He sighed melting with the way you played with his hair. He was still amazed that he had made so many discoveries about himself that night. He who thought he knew everything was surprised by the way he took pleasure in submitting to you. Slightly, but that's what he did. He wondered how far he could take this and was excited by the idea of being yours.

"Are we going to talk about the 'pull my hair' thing?" You asked suddenly and although your voice had a sleepy tone, he could almost listen to the smirk on your lips. Stephen chuckled dryly "Not much to talk about. It's as new to me as it was to you"

You lifted your head, staring at him. "So you've never done this?" He shook his head, feeling the smooth movement of your fingers in his hair. "I just like this so much..."

You seemed to understand what he was talking about because you moved your fingers to his scalp stroking and eliciting a low moan from his lips that almost sounded like a purr. "Like this?"

"Uh hm" He hummed holding you tighter in his arms. You seemed to enjoy having him under your control. He enjoyed it, he was sure he did. "I do, baby, I like it very much."

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answer2jeff · 4 months

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the fatherhood theory:

my take on lip gallagher finding purpose in parenthood.

First things first, I quickly want to congratulate the writers for beautifully articulating the accuracy of Lip's initial reaction to Freddy's birth.

Tami had an extremely complicated birth that resulted in her requiring surgery. Lip, both as a new father and as a boyfriend, was legitimately terrified. He couldn't decide if he should stay with Tami or their son. His thought process probably included the possibility of the mother of his child suffering, further trailing to the fear of fatherly absence. Naturally, considering Lip's lack of a genuine father figure, contributing anything remotely resembling neglect or failure to accommodate to his son feels like the worst and most unforgivable thing he could ever do.

Secondly, I want to say that although Tami is quite different compared to Lip's other love interests, I think she was relatively realistic at the time. She has drive and compassion, and Lip loves a good sarcastic girl who affectionately ridicules the guy she loves. She's abrasive in a way that is more meant to establish her intelligence rather than actually put others around her down. Tami is also terrible at accepting criticism, but doesn't respond in the explosive anger that Lip does. She's more passive aggressive than, well...aggressive aggressive. Even though it's not quite the healthiest, it's much more flexible than rage.

In short, Lip sees a lot of himself in Tami. But, she's a more put together, determined version of him. She's the star that Lip never really turned out to be, even if she's not absolutely perfect. Their relationship is accurate for the conditions of the show (and Lip's life.) Tami doesn't give Lip a lot of opportunities to self sabotage because she's pretty much dubbed herself the lead of their relationship.

(not ignoring the fact that she said he'd be a shitty father by the way. that crushed my soul and i'll never forgive her but that's besides the point.)

Having to decide to let professionals (doctors and nurses, who he notoriously does not trust (rooted by capitalistic healthcare environments and the need for independence due to his childhood trauma), try their best to help Tami when she was literally blue and unresponsive, was difficult and extremely scary.

However, once Freddy has been properly cleaned and prepared to be held by his father, Lip suddenly finds the answer to so many of his interpersonal questions.

"I seem to have ruined everything I was once good at. Is there anything I won't automatically ruin just because I don't think I deserve it?"

Fatherhood.

"Would I be any better at this than my parents were?"

Yes, with practice.

"Would I be able to break the cycle?"

Yes, with love.

"Is it necessary for me to feel so deeply about the world?

Yes. Even if it's painful.

"And was it ever worth hiding that with anger?"

To some extent, yes. You wanted to protect yourself.

"Am I, deep down, past my inevitable quickness to rage, a good person?"

Yes. You always have been.

In hindsight, his excitement for becoming a dad seems kind of obvious considering his overjoyed and emotional reaction. But I think we can dig deeper beyond this surface level impression. Even if it's genuine and ultimately very good at showing Lip's love for his son. Something that I think really prepared Lip for the complications of parenthood was the time period during his time as a college student taking care of Liam.

He'd been surrounded by family members for his entire life that he did not trust. When Fiona, his beacon of support throughout his whole childhoo despite their complicated sibling relationship, made such a grave mistake that reflected neglect, Lip felt unsafe. Both Frank and Monica were typical offenders of drug and alcohol abuse. And they regularly dabbled in allowing these substance issues to affect their children.

Now there was really nobody in his family he could trust. Lip would have to re-learn how to fend for himself and his family. He's had plenty of experience, but he had a support system. Even if it contained his own siblings who lived the same abusive life as he did. But now that he didn't trust anyone around Liam, he literally had to become his primary caregiver.

"You're the closest thing to a dad we've ever had," said Ian Gallagher.

Becoming Freddy's father was the love that Lip needed in his life. Girlfriends are replaceable. Lip has proven this. But he always believed that once you become a father, you do not have the right to back out. And he'd always hold himself to that standard.

This is your life now. Do it right, or go to hell.

People like Lip need to have people in their lives who unconditionally rely on them. His siblings have chosen many times (and rightfully of course) to handle personal matters without Lip's advice. He hasn't gotten to feel as needed or as important as he deserved to be. Having a child, though unexpected, was the missing piece to the endless puzzle that was his life's purpose.

Lip's desire to be a good father not only stemmed from the failure of his own parents, but the fact that guiding his siblings through life was the one thing that everyone around him that everyone was convinced he couldn't do better than anyone else. (Personally, I think Fiona did a great job as an older sister. I'm more speaking from the perspectives and opinions of his siblings.)

Lip will feel love for himself through Teddy. Once he can finally succeed for the long term, he will find peace.

Not to say that he's automatically perfect, because he's not (and no one else is), but he's ready to take on the challange.

Freddy is the love of Lip's life.

And he always will be.

#lip gallagher #dad!lip #jeremy allen white #shameless #freddy gallagher #tami tamietti #shamless us #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #the gallaghers #the fatherhood theory #i love him your honor #he's gonna be a great dad #i'm so proud of him AND tami.

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jarenka · 7 months

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I finally watched the whole first season of Ahsoka. I enjoyed some scenes but overall it did nothing to me. Initially I wanted to reblog this post by @gffa with some of my thoughts because I am very much agree with her "so much less than it could be" point of view. But. I was thinking about anything that Filoni could show us and I think I found a pattern.

I am writing fics for 15+ years, and back in my teens/early 20s I had a huge problem with writing conflicts in fics. I still suck at it, but back in the days I just completely avoided any serious conflicts both between characters and in narrative. Characters are deeply angry at each other in canon? They will speak for a half of the page and now they are best friends! X deeply hurts Y? They will speak half of the page and it will have no impact on their relationship! X suffers from trauma that can't be completely ignored in the fic? Well, I will do anything to talk about it as little as possible. X did a bad thing that will impact other characters' lifes? Either I won't show any consequences of his actions to the reader, or there will be no consequences because of some deus ex machina final.

Ahsoka show seem to have the exact same problem. It tries to have serious tone but runs away from any serious conflict. Sabine lost her family but it only briefly mentioned, she is traumatised, but never acts like a traumatised grown up woman, only like a moody teenager. Ahsoka is afraid to become just like Anakin, but it is super vague, he is just big bad and she kinda afraid to become big bad (or unintentionally turn Sabine into a big bad?.. ugh), we never seen her failing on screen, and after Anakin and Ahsoka talked for a bit she is fine again, uwu! Ahsoka's and Sabine's past is never properly explored on screen. Sabine and Ezra never had a proper conversation about what she did. Thrawn is another vague big bad who wants to make big bad things, so we never see any character reflecting their grievances against Empire or Thrawn himself. There is a lot of space in different episodes to remind what kind of horror Empire brings to the Galaxy, but all we see is some abstract phrases about "doing what right". Also, there is nothing to show that there is a full conspiracy going on, not just a blue dude with tattered remnants of his crew and couple of fanatics waiting for him to return.

As the result everything seem superficial, stakes are artificially lowered, because if Filoni digged deeper into any character ot theme, he wouldn't be able to glaze over conflicts and serious topics.

Overall I have an impression that the show hints some dramatic events and new facinating lore, but it never actually leads anywhere. Filoni just relies on fans to overanalyze everything and find a Deep Meaning.

#star wars #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #ahsoka spoilers

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dominophile · 3 months

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TW: suicide (the whole piece leads up to that), talk of infection, talk of blood, talk of decay, gun mention and use, just general angst

Also warning: some hinted at oc x canon. I know that's not everyone's jam.

This is a Trolls Infection au. This piece is the thoughts and actions leading up to my oc (Gizmo) taking his own life.

I think this is a nice show of my writing skills! (and maybe people will request stuff /j)

Please keep in mind this is an oc writing piece, it includes some characters that don't exist in canon!

Fiend belongs to @plague-doctors-tomato-soup

With all that said and done, read away! And if you see a spelling error no you don't 😊 /j

Trolls Infection: Gizmo's Chosen Fate

Gizmo sits on the grass, friends gathered around him making sure he's ok. He doesn't notice. He's staring at the blood soaked grass in front of him.

Why keep going when this fate befalls everyone he knows?

He already lost two of his best friends, granted one was still alive somewhere in the woods, just infected beyond recognition. But he knew. He knew it was her the moment they locked eyes before she sprinted off, protecting him just as she did when they were alive and well.

Why did his life matter so much, that even the decaying disease ridden body of his closest friend would care to save his ass again? Especially since that's what sealed her fate in the first place.

"Hey Gizmo, you ok...?" He snaps back to reality, hearing his name.

"...I'm fine Floyd. I just... I gotta stop wandering off I guess." He concludes. That wasn't the truth, and he was sure Floyd knew that. But he also knew Floyd wouldn't pry, not now.

There was at least a little truth to his words though. He had been wandering off lately. He wasn't sure why, but he just felt like... searching. For what he had no idea, just something.

He would often find himself deep in the woods, the sounds of creatures nearby, hidden by the inky black of night didn't scare him. After all, dying by the hands of a wild animal would be a mercy at this point. At least he wouldn't end up killing off his own friends like if he was infected.

He barely notices Floyd helping him up off the ground, just moving whatever direction he was pulled.

He walks back to camp in a daze. This couldn't go on, he couldn't stand living like this anymore.

He was useless in a fight, he knew he was dragging the rest of the group down.

He couldn't just run either, every time an infected came hear him, he was no better than a deer trapped in the headlights, knowing certain death was near but never moving to avoid it.

That started with Creek. For whatever their often strained relationship was worth, he had liked the guy. A lot actually. It was an added bonus to have someone who knew meditation and breathing methods too. He was calmer, for a while. He felt safe somehow. Maybe that's why he didn't run when he saw what had become of the other. Why he looked past the animalistic, murderous look in his dull eyes. Why Fiend wasn't here with him anymore.

Just him being here was causing so many problems. He didn't want to be a burden like that

His other option was being a coward, but he didn't mind. As long as he never had to see the last few people he cared about become infected.

So the plan was set.

Gizmo spends the rest of the day in high spirits. Singing duets with Poppy, scavenging with Branch, spending quality time with Floyd, whatever anyone in the group wanted.

When he has a moment, he digs through his bag, it holds some essentials, but mostly a few things he thought to be valuable to him. Sentimental value had kept him going at the start of all this.

He spends some time handing out his things to everyone in the group. Brushing off the concern from a few of them.

"It's nothing I just care"

"I was scared of losing it"

"this suits you much better"

Finally, he has two things left. His own personal choker, and his hug time bracelet.

The bracelet went to Branch. He didn't have his own, so Gizmo had a great excuse to hand it over.

His choker was another story, and he doesn't give it up until the sun begins to set

"Floyd, hey, can I talk to you?" He calls out, waving Floyd down and smiling brightly.

"What's going on?" Floyd asks, walking closer to the unsettlingly cheerful Troll.

"I have a gift!"

"A gift?"

"Yeah!" He takes the choker from around his neck, and places it in Floyd's hands.

Floyd looks at him, obviously confused, so Gizmo elaborates.

"It's to remember me by!"

"Remember you...?"

"Mhm! You never know what could happen, so when something does, don't forget me, ok?"

"Gizmo nothings going to happen to you, we all will make sure of that"

"I know I know just- please promise me?"

"But-"

"Please Floyd. Just promise you won't forget me. For my peace of mind please just promise me." The happy disguise falters, and he can feel tears threatening to fall if he's not careful to keep his emotions in check.

Floyd hesitates. "...Ok. Yeah I promise, of course I won't forget you. I could never."

"Good!" Gizmo brightens up again. "Now it's getting dark, let's get some rest?" He suggests, already walking back to the others who are settling in for the night. Floyd follows, but he doesn't say a word.

Time passes, everyone falls asleep, Gizmo is curled up like a cat against Floyd, but he's not asleep. His eyes are open, his vision blurry from the tears.

Eventually, he stands up, careful to not wake anyone. He sits up against a tree where the moonlight is hitting it just enough that he can see what he's doing. He pulls a piece of paper and a pen from someone's bag, and begins writing.

I love all of you. So much. Don't think my actions mean I don't. By the time you find this note, I'm hopefully long gone.

I don't have a place here, I think you all know that. I got my best friend killed, because I couldn't fight.

So with that said, don't any of you give up like I am. I'm a coward, I already know that. I always have been.

Stay safe, stay alive, find a way out of this. I know you guys can do it once I'm gone.

I'm sorry I couldn't handle this. I'm sorry I took the easy way out. I love you.

With all my love,

Gizmo

Gizmo looks at the note, cringing slightly at his own sloppy handwriting. It was readable, it's fine.

He reads the last part, wondering if who that's meant for will figure that out. He hopes not. In some sad way he's sure they already know what's going to happen, even before they'll read the note.

With a sigh, he takes the paper and places it under a heavy rock, making sure it's still visible.

He then rumages around quietly until he finds a small gun. He fumbles with it until there's only one bullet inside. No reason to take their supplies beyond what he needs after all.

He moves to his own bag, digging around the few remains of items inside and pulling out what Fiend left him. His only remaining possessions he didn't hand off to the others.

He puts everything on, takes a deep breath, and turns away from the group, walking into the dark forest.

He's searching again, but this time he knows what for.

He's looking for an end. His end. To finally finish this chapter and close the book for good.

He walks, taking in the sounds and smells of the forest. It was eerily quiet, almost like the forest itself knew what was about to happen, and was offering a moment of silence.

He finds a small clearing, surrounded by trees almost in a circle. To someone else, it would seem creepy, but he felt at peace. He knew everything would be ok again soon. It was almost over. He was almost free.

He turns back the way he came, looking out into the woods. He knew the camp was that way, where all his friends we're sleeping peacefully. He hopes their dreams serve as an escape from the nightmare reality has become.

He takes a shakey breath, absentmindedly setting the gun up to shoot. He doesn't move his gaze, instead holding the gun up and placing it against his head.

Then he smiles. Tears stream down his cheeks, but he's smiling.

"I love you Floyd" Is all he can think to say, not giving himself the time to think the words over before he pulls the trigger.

Boom.

A gunshot sounds throughout the forest, echoing around the trees and scaring the birds up into the sky.

The sound was louder than Gizmo probably intended, but he couldn't do anything now. His world was already faded to black.

Finally, he could sleep at last.

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Swipe Right - Part 1

This new series comes from the pitch featured below, and is adjacent to my series Operation Valkyrie. This has been ready for a bit but I wanted to hold off before I felt I had the rest of the series more fleshed out in my mind. I hope to continue both this series and Redwood Institue in the new year.

CWs: pet whump, abduction/kidnapping, yandere whumper, non-con drugging, needles (vague)

Charlie approached the cafe, swallowing hard. His hands were sweaty, and he wiped them off on his pants and rolled his shoulders back, trying to display confidence. Then, he realised he didn't want to be too confident, lest he appear cocky, and dropped his shoulders.

Charlie sighed. This was not the first 'first date' he'd been on, and it certainly would not be the last. He'd been on many dating apps for the past year, hoping he could at last find someone who loved him for who he was. None of these dates or subsequent relationships had gone very far. Most people sooner or later 'politely' rejected him, telling him he was too socially awkward and quiet, or too absorbed in his music, reading and self-deprecating thoughts. Though rejection didn't feel good, he knew they were right. He was trying - trying to be more outward, to be caring about his dates' interests to socialise and be a more.. contributing member if society instead of a hermit.

So this date would be a test, of sorts, to see if his had efforts paid off.

"Charlie?" A voice called.

He looked up, spotting a young, deep brown-haired woman sitting at a table inside the cafe, wearing a beautiful white dress with small purple flowers, and waving to him with a big smile.

"Lacey? Hi." He rushed inside to the table and shook the hand she offered as he sat down across from her. "How... how did you know it was me?" He asked, running a hand through his constantly-tousled mousey-brown hair.

"Well, you were standing in the door like a lost puppy for a good five minutes. I figured you had to be Charlie." She laughed, a beautiful laugh that tinkled in his ears.

He went beet red. Had he really been standing there in the doorway for that long? "...Oh." He murmured.

"It's fine, Charlie." Lacey smiled broadly. "It's really nice to meet you. How are you?"

"I'm, uh, good. How- how are you?" He stammered.

"I'm excellent. It's just so wonderful to meet you in person.." She drawled, twirling a strand of her long hair around her finger.

"Oh- oh, thanks."

"Should we order?" She flashed another smile.

"Yeah. Um. Yeah." Charlie murmured.

Lacey poured over the menu for a few minutes, before passing it over to Charlie. After he closed it and slid it back into the centre of the table, Lacey waved over a waiter, and they placed their orders.

"That's better. So, tell me - what do you like to do? You said in our messages you love music, what do you play?" Lacey asked.

"Oh, I, uh. Original stuff. I play the piano and stuff." He shrugged.

"Oh really! I'd love to hear some of your music. What kind of music do you listen to?"

"I uh, I like, um, classical but also some pop and stuff. What about you?" He asked, trying to show some interest in her and her personality.

"Ooh, I quite enjoy a little bit of jazz - though I mostly listen to alternate and pop." She replied. "So you work in the industry, doing what exactly?"

"I freelance.. write my own stuff, occasionally perform.. My parents are well-off so I don't have to worry about putting food on the table." Charlie shrugged.

"Ooh! How wonderful." Lacey smiled as their food was delivered to the table. "Do you get many shows?"

"A couple throughout the week, at local bars and the like." Charlie sighed, digging into his croissant. "What did you say you do for work?" He asked her after a bite.

"Oh, a little bit of this and a little bit of that. You know, freelance stuff." She replied, vaguely. "You read too, don't you? Tell me more about what you like to read."

"I enjoy reading non-fiction - biographies about musical artists and war history, but I also like some fiction - fantasy, historical fiction.." Charlie finished his croissant off and wiped his fingers.

"This.. may be an awkward question, but can I ask- what would you say people see as your faults?" Lacey asked.

"Um, that's okay. I guess people say I'm really quiet. I'm bad at opening up, and I'm a bit of a push-over."

"Really? I wouldn't say you seem like that... People often say I'm too.. detached." Lacey raised an eyebrow.

"I guess we have that in common."

"Yeah. Hey, do you want to go for a walk? Go somewhere a bit more quiet, less.. crowded?" Lacey suggested.

They paid for their food, then she offered Charlie her arm, and he took it awkwardly, walking at her side as she gracefully strolled out of the cafe and down the street. There was an entrance to a park, and she stopped on the footpath next to the park. Cars were parked on both sides of the street, but the park and nearby areas were fairly quiet, during a tuesday morning.

Lacey leaned in, and put a hand on his shoulder, "You know, I think you're a great guy, Charlie. I personally don't feel a connection with you, but I'm sure we can make you a bit more desirable."

"What?" Charlie froze, perplexed.

It all happened so fast. One minute Lacey was beside him, the next there was a sudden sting in his arm, and then he was in her arms, swaying on his feet, and she was pulling him towards a car on the side of the road. She opened the door, and tossed him inside onto the floor between the front and back seats.

"Mmmph!" He uttered, landing flat on his face. His body betrayed him by not responding to his commands as she pulled his arms behind his back and tied them there with practiced ease, before draping a blanket on top of him.

She climbed into the front seat. "So that you can't be seen, darling. Have a nice rest now!"

And everything slipped away into darkness.

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Mistletoe and Whine

A Max Phillips Fan Fic

I have too much in draft everywhere. Film reviews, notes, fics & I did actually have a very predicative Sunday playing catch up. However very randomly after watching an alternative Christmas film on Saturday night & my head still thinking about it, my mind stumbled into this festive Fic idea for Max Phillips. So here we are writing about our favourite vampire over the festive season. & it’s going to get sexy.

Synopsis:- Chance encounters with Max have lead you to your 5th anniversary, & he wants to make sure that you whine as he celebrates with you.

Word count:2750

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV Sex, established relationship, vampire lore so biting, feasting & blood drinking, lack of consent, alcohol, drugs, swearing. Innuendo, intense orgasms. Basically like most couples they get steamy in their special day, it just so happens they are vampires.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feed back is always welcome. I hope you enjoy.

It’s your fourth espresso martini of the night. You & the girls are at an adults only winter wonderland. Candy canes have secret ingredients to make you extra happy, the chatter is loud, the games are intense but fun & the music is belting.

“Okay” Frankie says “who’s ready for us to go & play the next thing”

“Oooh im not sure I can move” Tina says. “And look” she waves her hands in front of her face “there’s 6 hands on my two arms” clearly the special sweets were effecting her more.

“Well I’m just gonna go sort myself out, but I’ll come find you in about 5minutes” you say. You need some water & to use the toilet. Your the mum of the group, your always the most sensible. You check with Lucy that she’s okay to hold the fort & make sure no one does anything crazy as you nip to the bathroom. It’s not that far away & you know it will take your friends in a sober undrugged state at least 10mins to pick what they want to do next, but with them high on everything, they won’t budge. You’ve got plenty of time.

As you walk past the Christmas trees you turn a corner & accidentally walk into someone.

“Oooh im sorry” you say as your shoulders clash. You look up & make eye contact. Your frozen. Two deep brown eyes make contact with you. If you knew any better you were being hypnotised. The red tie. The Santa hat. The broad shoulders. The dark suit. A smile like the devil.

“Ho Ho Ho… merry Christmas to you, my victim” you hear this deep voice & it arouses you. You giggle back. Suddenly his large hand is around your neck. He’s pushes you against the wall of the little hut that’s selling pretzels behind you. You gasp for air.

“Am I a Christmas treat?” You ask. You then feel your scarf be tugged off. His tongue licks up your neck. He always loves the taste of fresh meet, be it consensual or not.

“More, your my grand feast. The Satan Clause wants you all to himself.” He says. He makes eye contact once more making sure all his hypnosis, mixed with the drink & drugs you’ve had tonight, mean you won’t remember a thing. He licks his lips. “I’m famished” Those beautiful brown eyes turn to red & you feel the sharp pain as those fangs dig into your neck & your body jolts & you scream.

“MAX!!!!!”

You jolt awake. A sweaty sticky mess. Panting gasping for air. You check the clock, it’s 7pm & you lie back down onto the bed. Desperate to get air into your body. The bedroom door flings open & there stands Max. Two cups of warmed blood for you both on this winters evening. The perfect way to wake up.

“You okay baby” he asks. He walked over to you in his long white dressing gown & hands you your mug. Just by the smell you can tell it’s AB positive.

“Nightmare, that’s all” you say & you sip your blood. You make a small mmm sound as it hits your taste buds. The iron sinking into your system. This is your favourite blood type.

“What was it today?” He asks as max rubs your back. Your undead skin is always cold, but even he can tell despite you sweating & being in a panic that it’s very icy.

“The day we met…” you start “… but no consent, you just had your way with me & sunk your teeth inside me”

“We both know that’s not how it went down” Max says as he shakes his head. Vampires only have nightmares when things aren’t certain. You’ve only been a vampire 3 years. You’re almost at your vampire potential, but you do still sometimes forget you aren’t human.

“No you were very shy about it, didn’t want to interrupt the game me & my friends were playing” you smile & reminisce.

It wasn’t a winter wonderland you & your friends were at. It was your local pub. It was board game night, & you & your friends were a little tipsy but no drugs, other than cigarettes. You were playing articulate with them all & smiling.

“Royal family, not the ginger one” Tina says.

“Prince William”

“Diana”

“Prince Andrew” Tina collected her card

“High trouser”

“SIMON COWELL” you all shout at once & Tina collects another.

“Doctor Who”

“Ooh god there’s 14 of them” you roll your eyes & then the buzzer goes off. “Times up” Lucy counts Tina cards.

“She got 8”

“Which doctor was it”

“John Hurt”

“Seriously of all the clues you went for doctor who? Not alien or…” you scoff & down your drink.

“Sorry I’ve binged it all again recently” she say. You all laugh, Tina loves her scifi.

“Well I’m gonna nip to the toilet before the next round” you say & you wobble in your heels as you get up from the table.

“How many drinks have you had tonight” Frankie asks.

“Not that many, I blame the shoes.”

You walk to the bathroom use the facilities & then as you leave to rejoin the group , you lose your balance as your heel slips. You can see the Christmas tree in front of you, that your about to face plant & break as you fall forward. But then you stop mid fall.

“It’s okay I gotcha” says a very deep voice. Two arms are wrapped around you & pull you up. You turn your head to say thank you but all that glances back is this man’s beautiful handsome face. So perfect. So divine. It’s love at first sight.

“Wow” you say & then realise what you’ve said as you see him blush a little “did I say that outloud?”

“Yes you did” he helps you to your feet. “It’s okay, I think your rather wow too” you giggle & turn red.

“Ha your funny”

“I’m serious” he says “I’ve searched everywhere for the person I’m meant to be with, but I never thought they would actually really stumble upon me” he smiles. You’re now standing up & you both look at each other up & down. You say your name & he takes your hand & shakes it “Im Max” he’s clearly a charmer. You bet he says this to all the girls.

“Well Mr Max can I buy you a drink, as a thank you” you say.

“I think we’ve both had enough to drink” he says saying that he thinks that’s why you fell.

“No it’s the heels, I don’t normally wear them. Special occasion.”

“Oooh you’re the lot in the corner, on your girls night aren’t you”

“Are we that loud & obnoxious?” You ask feeling ashamed.

“Never apologise for who you are, always be you” his thumb graces over your chin. His eyes make contact. “Where have you been all my life?” He asks.

“I don’t know, where have you been” you lips are inches away.

“Searching, yet I didnt realise it would be someone like you” these word are soft. His lips part. You look at him & see there’s mistletoe behind him on the wall. He sees you looking past him & turns around. “Well it’s bad luck if we don’t, don’t want to ruin the Christmas spirit.”

You go for it & lean in. Kissing deeply a man you met 4 minutes ago. His lips are plump. You easily slip your tongue inside as your deep kiss gets more passionate. His hand is up in your hair. Yours caress his clean shaven face & his shoulders. It may only be for a few seconds but it’s something that you want to do with this man for the rest of your life.

From behind you, you hear your girls all cheer. You never do this on a night out. You are the careful one of the group. Your break the kiss & turn around & go shhhh, before facing Max again.

“They seem happy for you” he smoulders

“It’s never me who gets the guy” you say & you beam, you miss the feel of those lips already.

“Why don’t you introduce me?” Max says as his eyes dazzle.

“Do you think you’re gonna be sticking around Max?”

“Ooh beautiful you have no idea.”

You smile at Max back in the now, as you finnish sipping your mug of blood on the bed. His hand is still slowly stroking your back.

“Nice memory trip?” He asks. He finds it so cute when you glaze over to remember past memories in such detail. He wishes he could go back to some of his memories in such detail as you do.You put your empty mug down.

“Your lips still taste as good as our first kiss 5 years ago”

“Are you sure?” Max raises an eyebrow. You never need to be encouraged to take advantage of your man. He then reaches into his gown pocket & produces a little bundle of mistletoe. “It’s actually today, Happy anniversary baby” you practically pounce on him. Lips that always ignite your undead soul. A touch as he caresses you, that fills you with joy & glee, the noises you both make are sweet songs to each other.

Max hand lets go of its mug & it crashes to the floor. A small amount of blood that was left in his mug spills across the floor. The mistletoe follows. He loves how passionate you are in the mornings. Morning sex with you is delight, even if your morning is 7pm. You straddle him & undo the cord to his gown, hoping he’s got nothing on underneath. His hands are grasping your bum. Squeezing it as your lips continue to lock & your dead hearts feel like they are pulsing, filled with adrenaline. Your body already rolling into his lap ready for pleasure grinding on his thigh.

“Maxie” you exhale when you lips part. It’s drawn out a long whine. But one where you can feel how excited he is.

“Ooh baby” you help his shoulders & you both remove his dressing gown. You initial instincts were right. He’s naked beneath. His length hard & leaking & you smile. His hands leave your bum & find the bottom of your red silk night dress & free you from it. Your breast look extra perky today in the cold winter air in your bedroom & you feel sexy.

“Happy anniversary my forever” you say as you adjust yourself to take him all. He’s also sat up & he’s so beguiled. He moans deeply, as he slips his penis through your slick.

“Ooh you’re drenching me already” he states.

“Can you blame me?”

“No, never”

“Oooh fuck” he is slow as he pushes through your entrance & makes sure his shaft is fully inside you. Be it alive or undead he loves it when you whine & moan as he fills you up each time.

“You good baby” still after all these years max still asks you.

“On cloud 9” you whimper. Your earlier grinding on his thigh now means his penis glides around you. Your walls feeling every inch of his thrusts. He always feels so good. That’s why you fell for him. He may have used some vampire tricks on you to make things move quicker but you always realised & he then didn’t need to persuade you in that way.

“Let me pleasure you” his hand slips between your two naked bodies as you match each other’s rhythms to make sure this is sweaty hot & passionate. He strums you like a double base, your clit quivering quickly.

“Max” you moan.

“Whine baby” he mumbles & he pulls you towards him & licks a stripe up from between your breasts up your chest & then your neck. The salt & sweatiness makes him smile & the way his tongue feels as it leaves its own moistness across your skin gives you goosebumps.

“Oooh Maxie” you feel like you are being spread wider than before. Each roll forward as you take him as you finger nails dig into his shoulders bring you closer to euphoria. Each ooooh noise escaping your mouth has his finger work faster.

“So good, so sexy” he moans before his lips latch back to your nipple. Your tummy flush to his, sweat dripping everywhere.

“Mmm mmmm mmmaxxxx oh fuck oh fuck yes don’t stop baby mmmm fuckkkkkk” he giggles the more you moan & whine, desperate for more. Being undead hasnt decreased your thirst for your man.

“So tight & it will always be this tight” he manages to muster his thrust are pounding away. Each motion he’s closer. This was never going to be a long session. That can wait for later. This is two soul mates fucking away their bleary eyed start to their night lost in lust & desire. Your cunt quivers in pleasure. He’s never pleasured you like this before. You need more & you dig your hands in his shoulder & he jolts.

“Fuck max oh fuck fuck fuck yes oh fuck yes” you sink your own teeth into his shoulders. He’s taking you on a night you’ve never experienced before & you let go & scream his name. “MAX!” You clamp hard & cum. His own body judders as he feels you lick him in. He’s never had you sink your teeth into him before & the way you whined, has his mind spinning out of control. It may not be your fangs but it felt good.

“Baby fuck baby oh shit shit fuckkkkk” having vampiric speed is useful. Your clit is on fire from the friction & the way the thrusts into you as your orgasm continues is relentless. & soon it’s his turn & you feel the ejaculation inside you. “Fuck this pussy” hit lashings of cum fill your insides. Max snarls, his eyes at the point of pleasure always turn dark red. Yours don’t but it always makes you smile that he gets that much into the zone.

“Fuck Max”

“Fuck in deed” he pants. You’re both resting your head on the other shoulders, your movements minimal. You peck up his neck until you reach his face & you use two fingers to turn his face towards you. The sweaty state that is your forever slowly opens his eyes to look at you, his vampire bride looking so sexy covered in sweat, filled with him cum. You’re all his, no one can match you. You’re bound together by destiny.

Eventually you properly speak, the rocking has stoped & Max slowly slips his penis out of you as it softens but you don’t want to move. You like sitting in his lap naked. Taking your time to kiss each part of his face.

“So 5 years of knowing you” you giggle.

“Yep” he smiles “& I brought the mistletoe too” you look at the floor & so does Max. The broken mug with the blood spilled on the floor, the white berry’s of the plant now turning crimson.

“That you did baby” & you face to turn him again. “So what would you like to do for our 5th anniversary?”

“You, I want to fuck you all evening, until the sun rises”

“Hmmmm” you smirk as you think “but I’ve not come wrapped up”

“Don’t care” Maxs strength still impresses you. He lifts you off his lap so you’re lying on your back on the bed & he hoovers above you hardening again. “I’ve provided the mistletoe” he lifts his head so he whispers the next sentence into your ear seductively. “& you are more than providing the whine”

“Fuuuucckkkkk Maxie” you moan & gasp as his large hand goes around your throat & he slowly pushes his penis in side you again. Still sensitive from your session that just ended. “What did I do to deserve this” you ask & look up at his beaming satisfied face.

“Nothing,” he hits the spot first time & you moan. “Can I not treat my forever on our day” & that’s all it takes. You never have to worry about Maxs desire & lust for you. The night of your 5th anniversary is rampant & the whines you make as he makes you cum all night, well they will stay with Max until next years anniversary.

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