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toomanythoughts4myhead · 5 months

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Woven from the same thread

[Part 2] [Masterlist]

Summary: Coriolanus Snow hungers for control, what will happen when he gives up it up for his own good? What will happen when he finaly meets his match?

Pairing: Sub!Coriolanus Snow x Dom!reader

Warnings: gaslight, gatekeeper, girl boss; dumbification; Coriolanus Snow, mentioned of death and bombings, manipulations.

A/N: purely an excuse to write for submissive Coriolanus. I love me a controlling obsessive man, but I love him more on his knees crying.

Coriolanus Snow who decided getting a cute rich girlfriend would help him in life. He wouldn't love her, he'd discard her immediately the moment he managed to get into university with the plinth prize or if he simply found someone better.

Coriolanus Snow who saw you and your sweet smile and charming innocent eyes and decided that you were going to be his personal piggy bank.

Coriolanus Snow who tries charming you with pretty words and gentlemanly actions, providing as much as he can muster with his unexistable budget. An occasional white rose or a pretty origami would be thrown your way, but that's as far as he could afford to go.

Coriolanus Snow who realizes too late you are a snake like him.

Coriolanus Snow who gapes in horror at you in your lavish room at your parent's penthouse after you reveal it all to him. Telling him how you saw his thinning frame and hollow cheeks, the acidy breath from hunger and the lack of presents or money spent on you had given him away. It was all a hypothesis but his reacting confirmed it.

Coriolanus Snow who is frozen in place, his deepest fear of getting closer to someone and having them find out of his poverty hidden in plain sight made his pale skin loose all semblence of color.

Coriolanus Snow who is on the verge of dropping on his knees and begging(he should) but you run a hand along his jaw and propose a deal. He is the smartest boy in the Academy, presentable and well mannered, he will continue to be your boyfriend and you will keep your mouth shut and wallet open for him as long as he plays by your whistle. It was left unspoken that if he stepped out of line you would air his dirty laundry with no hesitation.

Coriolanus Snow who becomes your personal dog, no matter how much he hates it. You wrote him a check to buy his family some food and pay his rent, as a starting sum, with one of your credit cards.

Having a pretty smart boyfriend was a dream come true for you. Having said boy and holding an unimaginable power over his every move was all you ever wanted. You and him shared the same poison, the same thirst for power, you knew that. But he hadn't, and that is what brought him to his demise.

He lost the battle. He lost the war.

Coriolanus Snow who does all the stereotypical "perfect boyfriend" things. He carries your books, opens the doors for you, pulls your chair out, kisses your forehead sweetly and holds your hand. He was perfect, at performing in public at least. Behind closed doors he still had his bite, no matter how good he could act his ego got the best of him.

You would break him soon enough

You started it small.

Phase 1:

Giving him small commands first in public, where he couldn't let his bravado fall. Telling him to wait for you, to not move, to lift that, do that, etc. Later you did it when there were people of your age or older around. Clearly showing off the power you had over Coriolanus, he had to obey you, his families apartment depended on it. He wanted to snap and not do it, to show he is in fact his own master, but how will he explain to granma' am and Tigris that they had to live on the street because his girlfriend/sugar mommy was too bossy?

Coriolanus Snow who was left to marinate in his own embarrassment in silence, feeling all eyes on him as people's perception of him change. From a proud heir to one of the most important business for the Capitol to a lovesick boyfriend who was his girlfriends servant, with a smile on his face worst of all. He was starting to get used to it. This had been going on for months now, the habit was starting to get rooted deeply.

Phase 2:

It was still a small jump but you started to give him shorter orders, one word commands, expecting him to know what to do- and he did. You'd say "open" and any door would be trust wide open and held for you. You'd say "hold" and thrust whatever you are holding to him without a spare glance. Maybe in the past he would have thrown the expensive purse or books while looking you dead in the eyes like a statement but now he simply waited for you patiently.

Coriolanus Snow who actually threw your books in a fit of rage once and ended up penniless for a month. He had to come to your house timidly after receiving no calls on the private phone you had bought him and no reply as he blew up your line.(he could only call your number and couldn't add or remove it. who else did he need to contact?)

Coriolanus who had to face greater humiliation than what he was used to, as he walked across the private party thrown by your parents, looking for you. The pitiful looks he got wobbling around in his academy uniform, even outside school as he asked around for you. People must have seen him as a kicked puppy, looking for his owner. It wasn't completely false.

Coriolanus Snow who found you in a secret room pointed to him by your mother who had cooed at him pitifully, used to seeing him waddle after you almost daily. You were sitting on large chair behind a wooden desk, looking over some documents. Your gaze snapped to him as he entereed, the faint yellow light from the lamp illuminated his face and made the miserable look in his eyes and blush in his cheeks ever more evident.

He had gotten to eat so good, first class meals, you'd even send a private chef over to his house to cook for him when he was especially good. He had gotten greedy and now going back to slurping bean juice felt unimaginable.

"Your rent is looking ever the higher. Its not looking good."

He hadn't(didnt) want to think about this as he slept on a cold matress, their heating had run out. He missed the taste of luxury. He would do anything to get it back.

"I made a mistake, y/n."

He knew he should do more. He knew you'd like to see him beg and squirm but he didn't think he could handle any more of this if he did. He had felt so much pressure, so such stress to find some food, to worry about rent, to hide the eyebags under his eyes, the humiliation from tonight was almost too much.

"Come here, Coriolanus."

Your voice rang out cold and commanding, but never demanding. You had too much power over him to demand. You pulled the chair back and it's wheels creaked, you put a hand on your thigh in a wordless command. Coriolanus wobbled a bit shakily, trying to maintain some form of dignity as he walked to you. He came to a halt between your legs, looking down at you and creating a shadow over your form. It should have made him feel better, to be in one way on top, but it didn't, he couldn't delude himself anymore, he knew he had no control.

What had you done to him?

"Kneel"

It took him a few seconds but he dropped slowly to his knees, one leg at a time until he was at eyelevel with your knees, sitting on his hinges, since he knew he'd be down here for a while. He stared stubbornly into your eyes, his pale blue eyes shone almost angelically paired with his pink lips. Your pretty puppy, it almsot made you smile. It almost made you forgive him, almost.

"You disobeyed me, Coriolanus. I told you there would be consequences."

"I know, y/n, i know, i wont do it again. I promise."

"I dont believe you."

You say and pick the document you had been reviewing before. You bring them close enough so he can read them too. They were charts and documents of increasing rent money for the apartment building his penthouse was in, the wages of the workers where Tigris worked, a paper with the retirement money his grandma got, paper with the money the country gave him as a compensation since he had lost both of his parents. All the money that his family got and had to spend.

Coriolanus who skims the papers but even the breif look of the numbers told him what he already knew.

He had no future without you. The Hunger games had gotten canceled this year since the death of Felix, the presidents son, the Plinth prize had gotten withdrawn. He had nothing, he could do nothing.

"I gave you everything, Coriolanus. Was your pride worth your future?"

He feels his gaze get hazy, the panic was starting to set in. He had come here to get you back, sure that he would be able to do it, but now he could almost taste your rejection. He was starting to get scared and panicked. He needed you.

"It wasnt- it isnt. Y/n, I made a mistake, plase forgive me. I wont do it again."

He shuffles closer to you subconsciously, looking up at you as his voice grew hoarse. His pride long gone, thrown out the moment he saw the consequences. You place a soft hand on his hair, gripping it gently and he feels the golden ring on your finger, the one with your family's crest made from pure gold, rest heavily on his scalp. You tilt his face up to look at you.

"Beg. Show me how sorry you are."

His mouth opened immediately, no hesitation to beg for you. Maybe he should feel shame to be thrust into this position but all he felt was hope. If you were willing to hear him out it means there is some chance he could get you back.

"Im sorry, y/n, im so sorry. I was stupid, i was greedy, i was arrogant. I wont do it again. Im yours, please"

He hadn't realized he had started crying until his tears pooled and fell, warm and salty, against his lips and on the material of the chair, his long blond lashes clump togetger and his lips redden, the tear streaks down his cheeks and neck glisten in the light and he looks like a painting.

You decide you like him like this best, begging at your feet and crying for your love.

You coo at him sympatheticly even as a smile tugs the corners of your lips. You caress his beautiful locks of hair and wipe his tears away only to lick your fingers.

"My poor baby, no need to cry. Im here now, you remembered where you belong, its okay now, you are okay now."

His breath grows labored and his face twists in pain as more tears follow, he burries his face into the bare skin of your inner thighs and sobs loudly. All the stress had caught up with him. The responsibilities, the fear, the hunger, the thought that he'd lose his anchor, the thought he'd lose you.

Your guidance, your attention, your love. He didn't need to worry anymore, he didn't need to fret and plot to stay at the top, simply being known as your lover was enough. You were the second richest family in Panem, after the President. Coriolanus held much more power than he ever had on his own. People respected him more and he got the cushiony life he had always dreamt of.

He was safe.

His family was safe.

You let him cry, cooing calming words of reassurance as you caress the nape of his neck and the curls of his hair. His big shaky hands envelope your thighs and he holds onto them for dear life.

You knew he would come crawling back once he saw that you meant business and weren't bluffing. It had taken him longer and you respect his resilience but he had funaly come to his senses and back into your arms. A part of you felt a pang of empathy for him, for the poor boy underneath all the masks and facades he had on to survive in this world. You knew when it came down to it he would have murdered him, to remain the shell of the person he is. You don't feel bad for Snow. You felt bad for Coriolanus.

Poor, caring, driven Coriolanus, who might have been good if not for the poison and hunger and fear he had been forced to shoulder.

But you are here now, so he wouldn't have to worry anymore. He can be good. You'll make sure he is your good boy.

Phase 0:

Coriolanus is a smart boy, he probably could predict all the steps of manipulation you had come up with, what he probably hadn't anticipated were the rewards. The additional money, delicious food, new clothes, you'd even found a better job for Tigris (not good enough to pay for the rent ofc). The small touches you'd offered him and the lack of discrimination against his poverty. You'd treated him good and given him a lot.

How could a boy who's only had things taken from him begin to expect anything else? The mentality of take or lose had kept him alive this long, but maybe you wanted to give. He had shared with you in a night of vulnerabilities about his family. How his mother and unborn sister died, hiw his father died, how he was left with only his grandma and Tigris almost broke to survive.

Coriolanus had a lot of potential to be your loyalest dog or biggest enemy depending on how you let him flourish.

That's why you had bought him a phone to call only you, made him dependant only on you, talked with your parents and together you'd managed to cancel the Hunger games, throwing all the district tributes back in their homes, far far away. Especially Lucy Gray, the songbird who was on her way to charm Coriolanus. How you'd agreed the money from the plinth prize should be used on fixing the damage done by the rebelion bombings.

Coriolanus wasn't a good person.

You were simply better at being bad.

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stylesparker · 8 months

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together again

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: ex-bestfriend!steve, bullying, panic attack, anxiety, mentioned parent death, angst, hurt/comfort, "i've got you"

A/N: sorry this request took so long, but I hope you enjoy anon! Thank you for checking with me first, and I hope this can offer you a little more comfort! <33

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh?" You knock yourself out of your stupor and look at Steve, his eyes gazing gravely at you. His arms are crossed, his hair is all styled up to perfection like always, and you think to yourself- how is it that you've been paired up with Steve Harrington, again, for another stupid project? Why you, of all people?

You definitely have to be cursed.

"You heard me, right?" He confirms. "My house after school?"

You nod, almost rolling your eyes a bit. "Yeah, totally." You huff before you ask, "since when have you been one to get a head start on school work?"

He chuckles, but it sounds more sarcastic than genuine, "Since I needed a good grade in this class to graduate, L/N. I'll see you later." He pushes off the wall, sauntering away in those stupid ass jeans that actually kind of make his ass look good. You shake your head, looking away from the boy and turn to face your locker once more.

As soon as you close it with your backpack over your shoulder, you hear familiar whistles coming towards you down the hallway.

Shit.

You start walking, hoping within an inch of your life these shitheads aren't coming to you, but you know better. A hand clamps over your shoulder, squeezing a little too hard for you to know exactly who it is.

Justin Andrews, the biggest dick in Hawkins.

"Heya, sweetheart, you miss me?" He laughs right into your ear.

"Not exactly."

"Oh, I know you did. Where ya' been? Haven't seen you around all week, was sorta starting to miss this pretty ass." His friends laugh beside him as his hand drifts down your shoulder and smacks your ass, catching you off guard and making you flinch farther from his hold.

"Been sick." That's all you answer, thinking maybe putting him off with short responses will get him to find somebody else, but again, you know better than to think this will be different than any other time before.

"Damn, that's a shame. I'm sure those kids of yours got a nice break from ya' then huh?" You glare at him as he offers a wide-grinned smile, winking at you before leaving you with another smack to the ass as a parting gift. As Justin and his pack of friends depart, you hurry away as fast as you can down the hall and out the doors before they can even think of coming back.

Once you finally get to your car and get inside, you throw your stuff to the passenger seat and take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. There was no way you were going to last period after that, and besides, your youngest little brother needed to be picked up from daycare today anyway. Luckily your other four siblings are a bit older and take the bus now, otherwise you probably would have dropped out at this point. You take another deep breath and drive off in hopes of getting your brother quickly, and home on time so you don't show up late to Steve's.

You do not want to deal with an angry Steve.

...

As the universe would have it, everything was against you today.

First, you almost got hit by some drunk pulling out of the bar halfway to the daycare. Once you got to the daycare, you had to wait half an hour since your brother had a tantrum and didn't want to leave in the middle of snack time. By the time you got him out of there, and into your car in his blue booster seat, it had been another 20 minutes. Usually it's about a 15 minute drive home from the daycare, but it ended up being a half hour due to traffic. After you finally made it home, you got a call from your boss asking you to come in again later tonight to take another extra shift since your shitty co-worker hasn't been showing up for two weeks.

At that point, you were about to lose it. You'd just gotten home and now you had to miss another family dinner tonight, much to your brother's disappointment. You wish you had just a moment to breathe, but everything has been so... chaotic lately, it's like you've been running a marathon for a month straight.

You opened the cabinet to see what food was in there, but it was only half a bag of stale potato chips, and a couple boxes of your sisters' favorite cereal. You sighed, holding your empty stomach. Leftovers tonight would have to suffice.

You took a quick glance at the clock at the wall, but did the world's fastest double take when you saw the time 4:30.

SHIT. You think. Steve is going to murder me.

Thankfully, you hear your mom pull in the driveway so at least you're not leaving your brother home alone. You grab your backpack and bolt out the door with your keys in your hand. You scream a quick goodbye to your mom while she watches you pull out of the driveway like a madman, and take off in a rush.

Fifteen minutes later, you're pulling into Steve's huge driveway, slamming the door behind you, and running up to the door with big huffs to try and catch your breath. You knock on the door three times, and pull your hand back down when you see the door already opening in front of you. When the door is opened, you're confronted by the boy you were dreading to see.

"I'm sorry-" you begin to apologize, but Steve immediately cuts you off.

"Are you serious? I asked you if after school worked and you told me it was fine, and now you're an hour and a half late!"

"Steve-" you try again, but he continues. You stand there, taking in his anger and frustration, and all you can do is blankly stare and nod, not even knowing what you're agreeing with. You shut your eyes and look at the ground, willing the tears to stay back while you twist your fingers in your hands. You don't even know when his voice lost its edge or when it even stopped at all, or when you'd been pulled inside and asked if you were alright. Your eyes are still closed, but your head feels like it's going to explode and you can't hear what he's saying. The tears are streaming down your face before you can help it, and your hands start shaking from how hard you're trying to hold back.

Steve's so taken aback, he can't even speak. He hasn't seen you like this in a long time, not since your dad died and you practically became a parent to your siblings. His heart breaks a little bit at the sight of you, and he feels a part of his old self coming back, wanting to comfort you and protect you just like he did growing up. Just like he's done his whole life, apart from the entirety of this year. He doesn't even care he's supposed to hate you and you're supposed to hate him in this moment, all he knows is that he's the only person that can help you right now, and he's going to do just that.

Steve's face loses its concern and he jumps into protective mode, bringing his hands up to hold either side of your face to get you to look at him.

"Sweetheart, I need you to calm down for me, yeah? What's going on, talk to me."

You stubbornly shake your head and refuse to look up at him. Your chest is still heaving rapidly, and he can tell you can't catch your breath.

"Don't be stubborn right now, I can't help you if you don't let me and you need to let me help you. I can't have you passing out on my floor now can I?" He tries to joke, but you don't get distracted, you keep your eyes down even though they've opened. He sighs, dropping one of his hands to grab yours and place them over his chest. "Slow down, take a deep breath, love."

"I-I can't-" you sputter out to the best of your ability, letting your hand ball his shirt up into a fist.

"Yes, you can. Take a good deep breath," you listen to him momentarily, following what he's doing, and when you do he nods and gives you a nice, soft smile, "there ya go, love, you got it. Do it again."

Seeing him be like this for you again brings you back to all those times you've needed him before, the memories almost came flooding back when you heard his loud voice turn soothing in an instant, just for you. His touch had always been grounding, always took off the pressure and allowed you to come back down, and you hadn't expected it to be the same after so much time apart, but now, it's like nothing changed. He's still Steve- he's still your Steve.

That thought alone comforts you more than anything else.

"Steve-" you whisper softly, "I'm so- sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Sweetheart, don't-"

"No, I have to. I've been horrible to you, and now you're helping me- I just-" you drop your head on his chest, and finally tell him everything. "I feel like I've just been going and going non-stop, and today was it, it was my absolute breaking point. After you, and Justin-"

"Justin? Are you- Are you serious? Is he still giving you shit?"

You gulp, "yeah," but you shake your head quickly, "but he's not even the worst thing, I just... ugh," you stop yourself before you start crying again but Steve feels like he knows.

"When's the last time you got some sleep?"

"I don't know.. a couple days ago?"

"Oh my god," he drops his head back and groans, which actually makes you laugh a bit. He immediately looks down at you, realizing the talking stopped you from panicking, or at least distracted you from it. "Hey," he nudged you a bit, getting you to look up at him, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't of yelled at you, and I definitely shouldn't have left you that night-"

"That's not your fault, Steve. I pushed you away."

"Yeah, and I shouldn't have let you."

You look at each other for a moment, like, really look at each other. It's been so long since you've been able to hold each other like this, it almost doesn't feel real.

"C'mon, let's get you something to eat."

"It's fine-" you start, before he cuts you off again.

"No, shut up. If you haven't been sleeping, you definitely haven't been eating either, so let's go." He left no room for debate, so you just took his hand and followed him, letting him lead you through his house.

He gives you a couple of your favorite snacks, since he didn't have any sort of meals yet, but you seemed very content, so he thought it was better than nothing. He let you take your time, rubbed your back while you told him about the rest of your shitty day, and grabbed your hand again when he started up the stairs to his room.

"What about the project?" You asked.

"That can wait. You need some sleep first."

"Steve-"

He shook his head, "Nope. Not happening."

At last, you gave up and followed his lead again, which, as much as you'd hate to admit it, it felt nice letting someone else lead you around for a change instead of the other way around. For so long, it's been you taking charge and always bossing your siblings around, but it feels relieving to have Steve with you again to remind you it didn't always have to be that way.

You pulled back the covers in his bed and laid down, not even having to ask for Steve to join you, him already doing the same on the other side. Almost as if no time had passed, you curled up against one another, resting your head on his chest, and his arms wrapping around you to pull you close.

"Go to sleep. I've got you."

His hands rub gentle circles on your back, soothing you and releasing the tension from your body as you slowly relax enough to fall asleep. You fight to keep your eyes open as long as you can, savoring this moment with him, almost as if he won't be here when you wake up.

"Don't worry, I'll be here."

Those words pull at your heartstrings, making you hold him tighter and bury yourself into him deeper, if you even can. Knowing that you're together again has you finally closing your eyes, and falling into a peaceful sleep.

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debonairprincesposts · 1 month

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hi!! idk if requests are open, but ill just leave this here in case they are.

can I request lucifer and alastor (separate plz) with an imp s/o? just general headcanons :)

General head-canons of Lucifer and Alastor with an imp s/o.

Not a problem Anon! I take requests at random. But here are the head-canons u requested! Hope they’re to your liking.

Enjoy! (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

Lucifer:

▫️ Lucifer is the type of person who would literally do anything you asked and get it done as fast as he could.

Let’s say that you came home from work and you’re tired, hungry, and completely drained.

You didn’t even have time to say anything

The moment he takes in your disheveled state, he would immediately scoop you up in his arms, put you in your pajamas, make you your favorite food then lets you eat it on the couch with your favorite tv show on, then proceed to put your legs on his lap to massage your feet and ask how your day went.

Totally empathizes with you when you complain about how your boss was a total jerk.

Asks if you need him to “talk” with your boss real quick.

Obviously you say no.

Is definitely the type to make short jokes

Even if he isn’t that much taller than you

He’s excited to finally have someone shorter than him, leave him be!

While you’re trying to reach something off a high shelf or something, he would definitely be like, “Need help, my love?” While smirking and looking all smug.

Tries to reach for it but he’s too short

Ends up using his magic to get it

When he hands it to you all embarrassed cuz he couldn’t reach it himself, you just smirk in amusement and kiss him on the cheek, “Thanks, love.”

Doesn’t matter how long you guys have been together, he still blushes at the pet names.

He calls you “My love” “Little Duckling” “Honey”

You call him “Darling” “love” “Luci”

Thinks you give the best cuddles.

Like, you’re definitely the perfect size for him for him to just scoop up and put you on his lap. Loves nuzzling his face at the back of your neck when he does.

Leaves a few kisses there too.

Absolutely loves it when you cup his face and just litter the entirety of it with kisses.

Blushes and smiles like a lovesick fool each and every time.

Fiddles with your tail when you sit on his lap.

Lets you pet his wings when you’re upset

Loves being big spoon because it makes him feel like he can protect you cuz of how small you are.

Sometimes when he went to sleep early and you had to stay up late to finish some work, he’d get a nightmare and go to your office wearing his duck pajamas with a blanket around his shoulders while holding a pillow with his hair looking disheveled. He’d stand infront of the door and keep looking at you with cute puppy eyes, all big and glistening, filled with tears until you get off your desk and lead him back to the bedroom to cuddle his nightmares away.

Appreciates it every time.

Makes sure you know it through mumbles in between kisses he leaves on your hand when you spoon him.

Loves being spooned after nightmares

Just very grateful he has you in his life now. He just loves you so much.

Alastor:

He would quite literally kill for you

Seems to be obsessed with you on an unhealthy level

But you love it and think it’s cute so you don’t care. Plus, he’d never hurt you.

He loves you too much to even think of hurting you

He made a deal with you to make sure he never could

Absolutely hates physical contact

But if it’s you then he doesn’t mind :)

Makes you jambalaya during the time he knows you would arrive home.

Massages your shoulders while you eat and asks about your day

Despises your boss for causing you stress

The only reason he hasn’t killed him yet is because you said no

He’d never disobey you

Your word is basically law

If you’re upset, he’d take you to his room, lay your head on his lap, rubs you head and horns, and sing for you

If that’s not enough, he’d lay his head on your lap instead and lets you play with his ears

You find that they’re very fluffy

You let him know that

One time while you guys were out, a bullet almost hit you.

He killed the sinner responsible immediately

Always made sure he was out with you from then on

Doesn’t matter what you’re doing. He’s going with you

Loves to make you flustered with all his nice fancy pet names. Loves to call you “Darling” “Dear” “Little Doe”

Your pet names for him are “Al” “Sweetie” “love”

Loves playing with your tail when you sit on his lap.

Would literally do anything you ask

He loves you that much

I think I went a bit overboard. I enjoyed writing this tho! And I hope you enjoyed reading it too ∠(ᐛ 」∠)

Thank you anon for this wonderful request! I hope it was up to your standards :)

Anyway! Stay healthy and hydrated y’all

Bye Babes!

-DebonairPrince

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prospectivereality · 4 months

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Burning desire | SV5

your complex relationship with Sebastian, your co-worker, reaches its climax during that one infamous night in cold Milan. Is it better speak or to die? Well, when you are both jealous stubborn maybe the way is to show

words: 4.9k, warnings: slight mentions of alcohol overuse, minor angst, mature (!) sexual content

Milan, late winter of 2019

Your breath hitched in your chest. You would have been lying if you said you weren't anxious. It seemed like just another day at work, but you felt like something was eventually going to happen. How could it? After all, it was just another season and just another gala di apertura with guests, sponsors and staff. It happened every year and you were part of it. Yet, you couldn't identify the reason why you felt different in that case.

The taxi driver just said you had arrived. Looking out the window, you checked out the surroundings where the event occurred. The tall, chic and historic building with luminous lights on the walls looked welcoming. It contrasted the city itself, full of graffiti, crumbling townhouses and streets. Such gems hidden in this city were not uncommon, and you allowed yourself a few seconds of silent praise for the Ferrari’s choice before leaving the car and paying.

A long, silky red gown hit the carpet, which was prepared for the guests, as you took your first step. Goosebumps immediately showed on your skin the moment the chilly wind enveloped your whole body. Your entire back was exposed in that dress, you could have been prepared and taken a jacket. For the sake of a ”flawless look,” you had resigned. After slightly fixing the dress by hand, you headed towards the door passing the assistants in suits waiting outside with a faint smile.

This was the time to put your charm on.

The inside was already boiling. The excited bustle and warm laughter filled the spacious red-decorated hall. Dimmed lights added intimacy and elegance to the décor, while an orchestra hidden somewhere in the corners played Italian classical music. Ferrari events were, well, to say at least pleasant in terms of the atmosphere and venues. They always had an Italian touch framed by timeless elegance. Sometimes you even regretted being here because you worked there. Those nights would have been so much easier as the wife of a millionaire posing for photographs by his side.

You began to pass shy but elegant smiles to every single guest who locked their eyes on you. With the long dress and perfectly styled hair, you could simply blend into the sea of guests. A person who did not work with you every day would not be able to distinguish you from a worker or potential investor. Some men seemed to keep their gaze on you for a little too long time to be considered appropriate, which you found amusing. However, unveiling the whole truth and speaking frankly - you were bored. You were extremely bored with those events and you have discovered in recent months a rather risky but effective way for passing the time. Little innocent talks with gentlemen. They were always pleasing and showering compliments. You heard a lot of stories about their miserable love life, cheating wives or unfaithful girlfriends. To some extent, you had a lot of fun listening to their monologues but part of you was telling you ”they think that you can be a perfect replacement and distraction”.

But now, you headed your steps to the waiter holding the champagne tray and took one glass, just to create an aura of warmer appearance. In darker corners of the room, you always drank with lustful sips this light liquid and swapped glasses with waiters in a discreet way. You couldn’t let yourself to be actually seen drinking champagne by your boss. However, it was encouraged to just hold it in order to make the whole event more social and less resembling a big sponsorship hunt. It soon turned out that coping with all your evening positives or nightmares was impossible for you without getting intoxicated. This made you start to suspect that someone must know your little secret, and you honestly didn't know which of your two secrets would be more awful if they went out.

You barely had time to notice that some gentleman in the near distance of two meters seemed to approach you. Smiles that you were giving out to other guests in the recent minutes were apparently encouraging him to do so. Trying to remain your mask and give him as natural appearance as possible you moved your gaze at him and welcomed by passing your hand and offering your name.

”Is my pleasure to meet you. My name is Niccolo” the man bowed slightly with respect and squeezed your hand with grace. A soft smile danced on his lips. In his words, you couldn’t sense a single note of an Italian accent in his perfect English.

He looked rather old money in his dark grey suit and perfectly plain shirt. Some expensive watch shined on his wrist and a tiny gold brooch sparkled on his suit. You quickly noticed how his sharp jaw and nose enveloped his face giving a masculine appearance. His sparkly dark eyes were looking at you quite empathetically. It was not difficult to observe that his dark bushy hair was also arranged impeccably. He was probably in his late 20s. You would be lying if you said he didn't look handsome. Elegance was beaming from him and he was undoubtedly a resemblance of every woman’s dream.

”I bet you are representing ferrari tonight? Looking at your dress” he said halfway letting out a soft chuckle.

You laughed politely at his notice.

”Actually I am. Does my covered inspection of guests give everything out?”

”Mh.. I would rather say it was the way you move around the place. With confidence and grace. Seems like you are in your element”

His words were genuinely astonishing to you. But you knew you couldn’t fall for intelligent banter.

”If I may ask to get to know about you a little more. Are the finances or something else close to your profession at ferrari?” He asked locking dark eyes on you and taking a sip of champagne.

”None of it. I don’t actually know why they insisted me on going here. I work for scuderia ferrari”

”Woman in motorsport? That is very impressive to see” He admitted

Throughout the conversation, he seemed highly professional and did not seem to ask you about any details. You were in a way surprised by the respect he paid to you by showing how equal he treated you.

It was still the bare minimum.

”I would love to learn something about you too,” you said pretending to be truly interested in conversation ”What is your purpose for tonight?”

He changed his look to a more serious yet excited one, looking as if he had been waiting for such a question.

”My family company has been working closely with ferrari for the past few months in terms of marketing. We are delighted to have this manufacturer as our client. We know that Italians see the Ferrari as the sacred thing for their culture”

”You are not Italian?” you said with a confused mimic on your face before you had time to think about it.

”Well, technically I am” he laughed seeming amused by your reaction ”but we are based in Geneva, Switzerland. It is our hometown”

”Oh I see now” you said passing a bland smile.

Another rich man who will try to make you fall in love with his money and prestige

”You really intrigued me” he said suddenly looking straight in your eyes ”I love dropping by Monaco in May to see the formula races, but I still haven’t had any opportunity to speak with someone who works in that industry. Could you tell me more about it?”

”Well” you started ”It is rough. Much more different than fancy galas and special events. It’s loud, it is chaotic and emotional. You have to think and act fast, especially if you sit in a garage like me. I am an engineer” you said faking a smile.

”I thought I couldn’t be more mesmerised by a woman tonight. I am looking up at you” he sightly laughed with astonishment and disbelief.

You sensed that someone was observing your conversation. That was when you saw him. Looking to your right at a distance of a few meters and observing you carefully with discreet, light-shot diamonds from his eyes. Without shame, he looked intently at the two of you while sipping champagne, one hand held in his pocket.

He looked annoyed, like a little brat that was taken away from his favourite toy. You know him, he acts like this when he doesn’t get what he wants. There was a slight assumption in your mind earlier that he would also be here tonight. Why wouldn't he be? He was the Ferrari star that they like to show off to sponsors.

You looked again at Niccolo and tried to act normal as the cold, unpleasant shiver ran down your back. It wasn’t caused by fear, it was anger.

”Are you alright?” your speaker turned to you snapping you out of trans.

”Yes, everything is fine” you said trying to sound convincing and passing a bland smile.

You knew that he was still looking at you.

You did not have to wait long till he found you and caught you near the tables with fancy appetisers. The place was much more intimate and discreet than the rest of the ballroom, allowing you to catch your breath and take a break from the business small talk. But even solitude accompanied by a single potted palm couldn’t save you from Sebastian. After catching him approaching, you averted your gaze immediately.

You didn’t have to look at him to be sure who was standing next to you. His presence, smell and movements suddenly appeared similar to you, even natural. For several seconds, he did not speak until he faced you fully and shamelessly while you were still pretending to be curious about the appetisers.

”Hmh” the unnatural sound left his throat. He seemed tensed.

You continued to ignore him by putting perfectly sliced smoked salmon with celery crunch on your plate.

”Good to see you’’ he said with more conviction in his voice slightly raising his head up.

It was becoming hardly possible to ignore him anymore. You allowed yourself to shed the last remnants of your pride and face him. A familiar sight of black steed on his chest first caught your eye, but this time it was falling up and down along with his white shirt underneath rather quickly with each of his breath. The black suit looked flawless, but he still had trouble finding the right length of pants.

”Surprised you decided to talk with me”

”Why wouldn’t I?”

”You are no longer worried about your boss's opinion now? A very important gala for the brand and here you are chatting with your engineer. Maybe he is annoyed with you at this very moment because you are more needed next to some Italian billionaire"

”You like to be bitter shatz, do you? What is wrong with talking about work in work? Don’t you think I have different intentions”

”Hm, honestly I stopped after some time when you limited your words towards me to some quick analyses after the sessions” you could see how Sebastian already opened his mouth to say something in his defence but you continued ”but now I think you just wanted me to stop talking to that man”

”Honestly, I couldn’t care less” he said full of himself, but you knew that his words were far away from being honest.

A silent treatment was given to him by you. He never was a good liar and his pride and stubbornness never made it better. You watched as he reached for one of the appetisers in front of you. This movement forced him to take his eyes off you, which he did rather willingly, and get a little closer to your left to be able to grab food.

”What did you want to discuss Herr Vettel?” After some time you went on with irony in your voice ”some problems in the sim? Or questions about new regulations-”

”What was his name?” He interrupted you and gave no interest in what you have been saying. His tone was firm yet definitely not jealous. Casually and still not looking at you, he took another bite of his appetiser. Watching how his lips sank into the food you blinked astonished. He is the only person who could deny the accusation a few moments earlier just to confirm later the obvious.

Before deciding to answer his question you took a glass of champagne that lucky was nearby.

”Niccolo? I guess. Some wealthy old money from Geneva”

”Sounds like most of them” he said looking amused ”Young, good-looking and prosperous. Did you give him your contact already?”

Sebastian was behaving mean and viciously. He knew he was stepping on thin ice and regretted the words that hung in the air.

”What kind of a woman do you take me for?” you huffed, visibly disappointed with his behaviour.

The moment of realisation hit him when the content expression was fading from his face. He genuinely looked concerned suddenly, almost scared. A lump in his throat appeared in a matter of seconds while he swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple visibly popping off.

”The wisest one, shatz” he tries saving his position like a soldier on the front losing an inevitable war. ”Don’t mind what I sa-”

”If you think you are able to sweet me up with your silly words you are mistaken Vettel” you say sharply looking straight into his eyes ”I am not a goddamn FIA”

Normally Sebastian would share a chuckle at your words but he wasn’t able to take such a risk at the moment. He just stood there with an empty mind and lack of words on his tongue, but at the very moment when you turned around and made your way towards the lavish parquet he stormed after you, your name leaving his lips in a rather jittery tone.

”Hey! Stop” his voice reaches your ears to your great dismay. You attempted to gracefully escape from him and hole up in a crowd. Dozens of lavish guests and scrumptious businessmen had become a jungle in which you tried to escape from your predator.

You were so close, that you thought you almost got it when you felt his warm hand grabbing your shoulder. Reluctantly you turned around trying to behave normally somehow. In the crowd next to all your coworkers, there was never any room for error.

”Talk to me” says Sebastian softly, his tone and mimic visibly different than from minutes ago. He took off his mask and was honestly asking you for this privilege. His hand still hasn’t left your shoulder, probably forgetting where you were or simply doing it by habit.

”Not here, Sebas-” you started sounding defeated.

”Come on” without hesitation he adjusted his grip this time grabbing your hand and directing the both of you somewhere. He didn’t care if someone saw you so he led you towards the corridors, passed bathrooms and finally reached one of the backrooms.

To his delight the doors were open and the sight of a private lodge appeared before your eyes. Sebastian was fast closing them behind and sighting deeply, standing his back to you.

”Well, what a scene” you huffed ”I thought that one in Hungary would be the last one”. The tension of the situation wasn’t in your favour which forced you to practice mockery as a coping mechanism.

”Listen,” he said his accent getting thicker ”This doesn’t work”

”Sorry?” you said bewildered frowning your brows.

German turned around slowly now facing you but still having trouble with maintaining eye contact.

”This dynamics or whatever it is”

You could feel how anger bubbled inside of you and the colour of your cheeks started to match the one of your dress.

”Yes! Because what have you been thinking while you don’t dare speak a word to me? As you play push and pull game with me around the paddock and live in the delusion of whatever is going on!” you raised your voice taking a step closer to him.

”Sorry, but I don’t quite understand what should I do? What do you expect from me? Just to pretend everything is fine and continue this?” He started to step away from his calm stance seeing your reaction.

”See? You are running from responsibility, and consequences. You act like everything is amazing and then you completely ignore me the next day, I see you in that garage and you just stare as if you see a ghost. That’s fucking heartbreaking”

Your voice sounds for a second like it is close to cracking. Sebastian is standing before you, looking at the floor as he is debating internally. You decide to say something more, something that was deep in your thoughts for a longer time.

”Why are you just so cruel and do this to me and then leave me? I don’t understand you. You leave me every time. Every time after you begged me to stay, after kissing me, making love to me. You are not decided. Why do you do this shit and then I see you flirting with other women?”

You feel burning in your eyes and you swear internally at yourself because the last thing you ever wanted to do is to show him that you care that much.

”You need to understand” Sebastian says quietly knowing that his heart is fighting with his mind. The words he is saying are unnaturally formulating on his lips, and he is feeling the weird taste of the lie he will hate afterwards. ”You are just my engineer. Nothing more”

An uncomfortable spike in your chest appears unwillingly but you don’t want to believe his words. You know he lost this war. He can be untruthful with himself but you know him too well now to not know what is the reality.

”It is not true,” you say taking the risk. He is now fully looking at you ”You are scared.”

Sebastian felt like he was sinking. His knees never felt tonight weak but suddenly, someone, made them unstable. The sound of fears spoken aloud happens to be the worst wake-up call. He swallowed hard taking a step closer to you and a weird sensation of madness appeared in his body. It was so strong that he couldn’t compare it to anything that made him angry about you earlier. It wasn’t near to that stupid argument over the strategy or the time you first time drunkenly made out at the celebration party.

”Honestly, I can’t bear you,” he said staring into your soul. He wasn’t lying, you knew he spoke the truth once you noticed his dark gaze. ”I can’t stand being in the same room with you, hearing as you speak. You cursed me.”

”Sebastian” left your lips more as a warning than a plea.

”You consumed me so much, that I had to do that. Don’t you understand? You messed up my head, you ruined me in a way nobody will fix.”

Your chest was falling up and down quickly. Suddenly, it became even harder to breathe than speak. ”Could you..” You started but his eyes were almost eating you and your bodies involuntarily got closer speaking for your thoughts. Choosing to listen to your own selfish needs that appeared in your body like an uncomfortable itch you closed the gap as your lips smashed on his. He was tensed, but as soon as it happened he started to attack your lips mercilessly. There was a lack of gentleness in his action; he was starved as you of tasting each other. Slowly taking in more air between kisses you sweetly moaned.

Sebastian grabbed your arms hardly pushing you against the marble counter standing nearly. He pressed his bodyweight into yours, gaining some stability and power in the position and shamelessly grabbed your breast, sensually yet firmly caressing it. Drowned in desire you bit his down lip hardly and felt how the man parted his lips and groaned. He always looked so beautiful as he did it. You could swear to death that nothing ever made you more full of yourself than hearing his pleasure. Soon enough you felt the taste of his blood on your teeth.

”Up for me” German said touching your thighs now.

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You willingly sat on the marble, feeling its coldness through the thin satin of your dress. He continued to kiss you, now more slowly moving his interest over the chin and neck. You threw your head back slightly hitting the mirror that was on the wall behind it. The guilt washed you weirdly mixed with overwhelming pleasure and desire. Closing your eyes you imaged how his dumb full lips would feel on your breasts. Your hands got lost in his blonde curls pulling them rather painfully.

His firm and soft palms rolled your dress up as your legs parted to make just enough space for him, you needed him closer. You felt how his interest was moved to your neck and to the forgotten necklace you wore for the night. Unexpectedly the end of his fangs grabbed it and dug into the gold harshly.

”I will buy you the one with ”S” on it,” he said under his nose more to himself than you. He was being possessive now, which normally would annoy you but now you were too lust-drunk.

His hands moved smoothly to your open back not breaking the kiss. Goosebumps welcomed you as you experienced skin-to-skin contact, Sebastian was quick to take off your spaghetti-thin straps and the satin fell exposing your breasts. Seeming very occupied with worshipping your neck he only touched them and twisted your nipple earning a high whimper from your mouth.

”That’s my girl.” he murmured against your skin.

But he was tempted for more as he a few seconds later moved his pinky lips to envelope one of your now painfully hard nipples. You let out a moan that was louder than once before, welcoming him and tugging his curls even firmer. He was the only one who could bring heaven and hell for you, purity and sin, unconsciously linking your souls through invisible string.

His soft and very much adored hands were on your hips as he kissed your sternum moving down. It felt like torture that could make you blush easily, all this intimacy was sky-rocketing with each of his movements.

”Seb” you whispered not knowing exactly what you wanted to say.

He returned to your lips, kissing them hungrily. You felt a spark of energy and decided to put your hands to use. They landed on his shoulders taking off the jacket and loosing up a tie in blind movements. He quickly got your idea and added his pair of hands to help you. Soon his shirt was loose, with a few undone top buttons.

You tried desperately to bring him even closer and place sweet kisses on his lips again. Moving them down you peppered with kisses properly his jaw until you reached his neck. Feeling all dominant all of sudden you sucked his skin, biting gently. A shaky groan left his throat as you let out his skin with a wet pop. Your masterpiece was done - red marking showing that Vettel is not such available as it may appear to women.

He took a few seconds to look at you. His eyes were now in deep ocean blue mirroring your body impatiently. His movements were yet controlled, and his hands again found their way on your thighs but you felt like he was winning at this game.

”Sebastian, could you just fuck me” a whine left your lips. You were done.

Normally if he was cruel, he would just chuckle and mock how needy you are for him. He would show his infamous half-smile and take pleasure in it. But he was far from fucking it up this time, again. He wanted it to be serious, he wanted it to be the time.

That was a moment Sebastian Vettel promised himself to ruin all men for you.

”Schatz” he said lowly, kissing your face again ”Schatz, Schatz, Schatz. Anytime”

He didn’t hesitate unbuckling his belt and to get his semi-hard manhood on display. He gave it a few strokes and looked for the condom, he knew he had somewhere in his pocket. You didn’t give a second thought why he came to the gala with protection, trying to push out any feelings of uncomfortable jealousy it could give, you wanted him too much to worry about it now.

Positioning himself you moved a bit on a counter, and soon with a feeling of him being inside you both gasped. He started to move putting his hands on your hips as your legs enveloped his waist.

You would lie if the feeling of him wasn’t addictive. It was too addictive. It shuttered your world to pieces and made it an eden at the same time, leaving you longing, wishing that he could be more than just an undefined sex partner. The labels have never been put on, and this to much of your dismay itch you a bit.

Oh but you know it wasn’t just sex. Oh, it wasn’t

Sebastian was more and more confident and adjusted to your walls as he began to thrust deeper, faster. It was purely erotic as he was able to create sweet moans coming from your mouth. He got closer kissing you shortly before placing his head near your shoulder and erratically breathing right in your ear.

It felt too intimate, but you didn’t care. You also didn’t care as the furniture gave a little sound with your movements. You didn’t care about the probability of half of Ferrari looking for you right now at the ballroom. You only heard husky ”I missed that”, ”you take me so well” and ”show me how much I do you right shatz” praised right next to your ear.

It was getting sloppy. Your skin and clothing started to get sticky to each other, your breathing pattern was irregular and you weren’t so quiet anymore. Sebastian's movements were more and more firm now, taking you right, fuc- making love to you properly.

”Schatz. fuck. You are- ” you really wanted to listen to him but your head was feeling dizzy. ”You are mine. Never fucking again I will leave you”

”Oh, Seb” You started to cry, You weren’t sure if it were emotions anymore, pleasure or just the sense of relief.

Sensing you were close to German placed his thumb on your clit rubbing it in a circular motion.

”For me? Come for me pretty” he begged trying to kiss you but missing greatly due to his fast thrusts.

The orgasm hit you shortly causing your back to arch and again banging your head by the mirror. Warm pleasure taking over the control of your body felt better than you last remembered. Him being with you, doing this to you was your sweetest curse.

His movements got more irregular and soon he groaned lowly spending himself and kissing you again hotly. The image of his closed eyes and open mouth was undoubtedly an underrated artwork you could admire the whole day, and do everything to see it again and again. You both were going back from your high, catching your breath.

You wish it was simpler, you wish you weren’t coworkers. You wish he could see you the same way and don’t break your heart by confusing you.

”Seb?” you whispered gaining his all attention and eyes on you.

He didn’t say a word just stared patiently at your flushed and wet cheeks.

”I shouldn’t be wanting you”

”Why?” He asked confused frowning his brows, which quite didn’t match his blue angelic eyes.

”If we weren’t in such dynamics it would be easier. I just- it is wrong. It makes me feel bad and guilty” you confessed ”and so tired and confused fighting with you.”

Resisting too.

He hesitated for a moment, his hands gently stroked your back.

”If you think of the reaction of others, well I would lie if I said we should fuck them. But remember, it is about you. You make decisions about your own life. You cannot just live and be people pleaser all the time. You believe you are doing something wrong because someone told you it must be, we cannot choose what we like, can we?”

”Or we love,” you said without thinking.

Sebastian looked at you with visible terror in his eyes. It was not supposed ever to leave your lips.

”Don’t play with me” he said quietly resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

You kissed him and stroked his hair gently. It was in mess now, the strands of hair falling on the warm forehead were wet from sweat.

”Please, you can- may, continue, Sebastian”

”I think” he started with a puzzled expression ”that we just fucked a couple of minutes ago”

”Again, please” you looked at him sadly ”I don’t want to leave, go back to those people. I want to stay with you”

Stay with you for eternity. I missed the feeling of being in your arms,

I wish I could never leave them.

You thought but you had enough sanity not to say.

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cw: SMUT — 18+ so minors must avert their eyes! married!reader strays from her god-awful husband, public (restroom) sex, v fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, implied continuing affair, not fully proofread yet lol

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do the bad thing / take off your wedding ring / but it won’t make it that much easier / it might make it worse

Taehyung hates these firm dinners.

His boss is an asshole with bad taste in restaurants; and the majority of his team is full of retired frat stars who peaked in college. They drink too much, they get loud, and then they get rude to the waitstaff. The worst of them was sat two seats away, guffawing from his spot at the head of the table: Park Ji-won.

Taehyung doesn’t mean to stare, but he can’t help it. Fork clenched a little too tightly in his right hand, he can neither pretend the food in front of him is edible nor peel his narrowed eyes off Ji-won.

That sanctimonious fuck was on his fourth shot of whiskey, ogling any waitress that passed by, and spewing tasteless jokes. Taehyung used to push back in these moments, but he stopped trying because it seemed to hurt more than it helped.

The only person more mortified by Ji-won’s actions — who would be further humiliated by additional attention drawn to them — occupied the space between him and Taehyung: his wife.

Taehyung has spent the past two years wondering if you hate your husband as much as he does. Truth be told, likely more so.

You were supportive. You came with your shithead spouse to all his important work events and you looked perfect at every one of them. To top it all off, you were an incredible conversationalist — successful in your own right, sharp as a tack, and all smiles despite the mouth-breathing troglodyte at your side.

Until he’d start acting like this, that is.

Jaw-dropping as you were, the only one present not paying attention to you was the one who vowed to do so. Publicly, and in front of all your friends and family — in sickness and in health, as long as the two of you live.

And Taehyung can’t fucking stand to watch him ignore you.

You’re not eating, he notices, just sitting quietly with your eyes and head lowered. Maybe you finally look as neglected as you feel. Or maybe, like him, you get through your husband’s antics by imagining you’re elsewhere.

Somewhere exciting.

Taehyung, for example, imagines you staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror while he fucks you from behind.

“— and then I told her, if you really wanted my business, you should’ve dressed like it. This stupid bitch showed up in a turtleneck like there’s a brain somewhere above those tits!”

You flinch at your husband’s words, then at his laugh, then at the high-five he exchanges with his boss. God, you poor fucking thing — cheeks burning with embarrassment, eyes flicking over to Taehyung to communicate an apology you shouldn’t have to make.

You don’t flinch, however, when Taehyung’s right hand bumps against the side of your left thigh as he pulls it off the table.

Your little black dress is tasteful when you’re standing, but it rode up when you sat down earlier. His knuckles brushed against your bare skin when he retracted his hand and he saw the way it made you hold your breath. He sees the way you keep glancing at him and the way you’re pretending not to.

So, Taehyung gambles.

With how closely everyone is packed at the table, no one’s the wiser when he slowly extends his arm in your direction. Millimeter by millimeter, his hand hovers closer until he’s able to run the knuckle of his index finger over that same bit of flesh.

Not an accident, but calculated. Subtle, too, and soft as a whisper. You clench your thigh reflexively, but you don’t move away. If anything, your leg shifts closer.

So, you did feel it — and you liked it.

Taehyung is emboldened; his rapidly beating heart has blood pumping through his veins, down down down instead of up. Certainly not to his brain, the one thing that could’ve stopped him from sliding his hand overtop of yours.

From pinching that gaudy wedding ring between his thumb and middle finger, and slipping it off to claim in the palm of his hand.

You don’t stop him when he pulls his hand back and stuffs it into the pocket of his slacks. You do follow him with your eyes as he stands up, pushes in his chair, and excuses himself.

One quick glance over his shoulder tells him you’re still watching as he walks towards the hallway ahead.

When he dips out of view, he keeps walking until he reaches the single, gender-neutral bathroom at the very end of the hall. Unlike the gendered bathrooms on either side, this one has no stalls — less risk of interruption.

Even better, the speaker spilling soft jazz into the restaurant is built into the ceiling, directly above its door — less risk of being overheard.

He ducks inside, shuts the door behind him, and crosses to the counter. Once he reaches it, he turns and leans against it with his gaze zeroed in on the door in front of him. He doesn’t know for certain that you’ll follow, but he hopes to god that you do.

After a few minutes, there’s a soft knock at the door.

He doesn’t say a word in response, opting to wait with his arms crossed over his chest. He tilts his head to the side as the door opens slowly. Warm all over, he smiles to himself when he sees the pointed toe of your black stiletto through the widening crack.

Then you appear, looking good enough to eat. There’s conflict in your expression, but your body language doesn’t convey the same sense of doubt. The steps you continue to take toward him are purposeful. When you finally close the distance, he can see it clear as day:

You want this and you feel awful for that, but you can’t stop yourself. Taehyung won’t be the one to try.

“I’ve never received a proposition in the form of grand theft,” you words tease, but your tone is the shyest he’s ever heard it. Oh, you angel. “Are you always this forward?”

He scoffs and tells you the truth, “Absolutely not.”

Never in his life had Taehyung pictured himself being so reckless as to make a pass at someone’s wife while they’re seated right next to her. But, then again, he’s never seen someone sit next to their wife and fail to give a shit that she’s there. Time after time after time.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other. So fucking cute when you’re shy. You decide to be reckless too and quirk an eyebrow, “Then, what? You’ve decided that I’m special?”

Taehyung feels the heat radiating off your body with how closely you stand to him. He leans forward, lowering his head as he towers over you and whispers, “No, I didn’t.”

Your eyes are locked on his when they narrow. Your red-tinted lips form a pout that he wants to kiss right off your face; and you part them to speak.

“You did,” he answers before you can ask. It surprises you, judging by the way you blink in response, but it shouldn’t.

So, Taehyung puts his hands on your waist and silently instructs you to switch places. As soon as he’s got you in front of the mirror, he spins you around so that your back is pressed against his chest. You gasp, but he’s not sure if it’s the movement that shocks you, or the pressure of his hardening cock against your ass.

Through the mirror, your puzzled eyes regard him carefully. He looks down, only for a moment, to watch the way your chest heaves with the weight of your breathing. When his eyes drift back up to yours, he drops one hand to pinch the hem of your dress between his fingers.

“You’re not special because someone looked at you and decided you were.” His voice is low as his lips hover near the satin skin of your neck. You’re vibrating in his arms when he begins to tug the bottom of your dress upwards. “He never looks at you and you’re still this fucking perfect.”

With the fabric pulled up high enough, his hand falls slowly down towards your core. He can nearly feel your heartbeat with his mouth so close to your pulse point; but he doesn’t kiss you there.

Not yet.

If he had, he would have missed the desire washing over your face when his fingers nimbly pull the lace of your thong to the side. All he can do is behold that whimpering mouth as he slides his finger through your slicked folds; and makes contact with your touch-starved clit.

“What I don’t understand,” Taehyung starts with a murmur. You gasp as his fingertip swirls against you, but you still look straight ahead at his reflection through fluttering lids. “Is how anyone could stand to look anywhere else.”

God, you’re so fucking wet.

You moan so softly, it sounds like a sigh. It’s all he can think about, and he has to ask:

“When was the last time you were touched like this?”

His finger glides from your clit slowly, relishing your arousal as he approaches your entrance. Whether consciously or not, your hips swivel slightly against his pelvis.

A girl like you should never have to beg.

His middle finger penetrates you and your breath catches in your throat. When it finally slips through your parted lips, that mewl is the prettiest fucking sound he’s ever heard.

“Like you deserve to be touched.”

His palm is drenched in your wet heat as you grind against his hand. Your reservations leave you when the pad of his finger finds that neglected spot behind your pubic bone. You bite down on your plush bottom lip and swirl your hips in tandem with his ministrations.

He leaves a chaste kiss on your neck without taking his eyes off of you. You unravel in his arms, fluttering around his finger as your orgasm overtakes you. Biting harder on your lip to muffle your moans, your manicured fingernails dig into his arm as it holds you tight against him.

“You shouldn’t have to silence yourself for other people,” he mutters against your skin before he kisses you again. Then, his tongue leaves a wet stripe over the same area. “Or shrink yourself to make anyone else feel taller.”

Your voice is raspy when you finally speak, but despite the hushed tone, there’s no ignoring your demand:

“Fuck me, Taehyung.”

Taehyung removes his hands from you just long enough to wrestle with his belt. He jerks down his slacks and boxer briefs, all in one urgent move. You lean forward against the counter; your perfect cunt glistening, begging him to sheath himself inside of you.

The sound you make as he fills you is just as heavenly as it is obscene.

He clenches his jaw as he bottoms out, but he manages to grunt, “Shit — what kind man wastes pussy like this? You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

It’s an unconscious decision — something primal, instinctive — to hold your arms behind your back, pinning them with his own against his chest. You whimper at the change in angle. Now, his cock drags over your g-spot with every thrust as he fucks himself into you.

“How could anyone leave a bed that they get to share with you?” He purrs with his mouth at your ear, and you keen, “I’d never leave the house again. Fuck!”

You whimper until he rolls his hips at a more feverish pace. Notably, you don’t silence yourself when you orgasm a second time. It’s music to his ears, hearing that uninhibited moaning as he fucks you through your high.

And that face!

Your eyelids shut so delicately despite how completely your orgasm consumes you — still so beautiful, even with the mess he’s making of you.

How can a person fall asleep next to you, wake up next to you, and not see you? He can’t fathom it — how someone could ignore the soft angles of your features and the ethereal glow of your skin. This is the face that could launch a thousand ships; and he’d volunteer to go down on any one of them just to see you like this.

“Holy s-shit,” you hiccup as he continues to drive himself into you, “Don’t ever stop fucking me. Fuck — Taehyung, you’re going to make me come again —“

The third time hits you the hardest.

Your back arches away from him and your head falls against his shoulder; you’re shaking. But he doesn’t stop, not when he follows you off the cliff, not while he releases inside of you — not until your cunt milks every last drop from his twitching cock.

The two of you are silent for the few minutes it takes both of your souls to return to your bodies. It’s just panted breaths, the rustling of clothes. You shimmy your dress back down to hide the evidence; he locks himself away behind a zipper.

When you’re both presentable again, you turn around to find him reaching in his pocket. Taehyung swears there’s disappointment stowed away in your eyes, but he doesn’t know what to do with it. His fingers finally find that gaudy, broken promise — but your hand on his forearm stops him before he can fish it out.

“Hold onto it for now.”

Your eyes are wide as if you also can’t believe what you just said. There’s a spark in them as they flit from your grasp to his face. The tiniest upward twitch at the corner of your mouth when you follow up with:

“It’ll be my reason to swing by yours later tonight. Ji-won won’t notice its absence — or mine.”

(3/4/23) What happens next...

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jeonjungkookenthusiast1997 · 8 months

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Seduced by Shadows

Summary: Y/N summons her demon boyfriend Bang Chan for a movie date night but things quickly escalate as the atmosphere gets hot and heavy.

This is my own work not a reblog! Please do not repost or translate.

Content Warnings: demon sex, magic used in sex, oral (male receiving), face fucking, cursing, pet names, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up people!), established relationship, rough sex, breeding kink, marking, possessive language, shameless smut, fluffy smut, domestic fluff, porn with feelings, Minho and Changbin make a brief appearance, demon form during sex, cum swallowing, demon summoning, an attempt at comedy

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It's been a very long day at work and all Y/N wants to do now is relax and unwind, she's had enough of her bosses nagging her and customers walking all over her. She hurries home as fast as she can and quickly grabs some chalk to draw the all to familiar summoning circle placing a candle around each point.

Happy with her work, having done this many times before tonight, she dusts her hands of the chalky substance and runs upstairs to her bedroom to make herself look a little more presentable. She applies some light makeup, a simple red lip with sleek winged liner, and puts on a sleek form fitting black dress before kneeling at the base of the circle and whispering a small spell to summon the great demon prince Bang Chan into her home. Almost immediately the white chalk lines are replaced by vibrant blue magic and she can instantly feel the crackles and sparks that shoot off from it, a gust of wind sweeps around the room before settling back down leaving a beautiful young man firmly at the centre.

Once the dust settles the man walks out of the circle and smirks "hey there babygirl, what took you so long?" he rolls his strong shoulders letting the bones crack with each movement "almost thought you weren't going to summon me tonight" he pouts slightly as he offers a hand for her to take which she happily does as he pulls her to her feet ``sorry Channie got held up at work stupid boss wouldn't let me leave, came home as fast as I could" she smiles sheepishly at him.

He chuckles softly taking hold of her chin turning her face towards his own "it's alright babygirl no need to apologise" he wraps an arm around her waist pulling her close against him "you look so fucking beautiful tonight baby~" his other hand slides down her back caressing her skin gently "what's the plan?" Y/N sighs contentedly feeling the demons strong arms wrapping around her so tightly "thanks you're not looking so bad yourself" she giggles as she looks him up and down his red hair is styled up and out of his face, his dark eyes shine beautifully and the intricately decorated jacket he wears shows how regal he actually is "I figured we could have something to eat, maybe watch a movie cuddled under the blankets'' she gives his chest a tight squeeze "wasn't sure how long we'd have before your bodyguards show up but wanted to do something nice tonight… I don't know if you remember but it's been a year exactly since I first summoned you" she blushes slightly feeling a little silly under his brooding gaze.

He nods stroking her cheek lovingly finding her embarrassed blush so very cute "of course I remember that sounds perfect babygirl, we can order some takeout, I'll even let you choose what movie we watch" he winks playfully giving her ass a playful slap making her jump slightly and let out a squeak "after all it's been a year since the best night of my life" Chan pulls her in for a soft kiss before adding "as for the bodyguards, Minho and Changbin won't be showing up anytime soon" he murmurs into her ear "we've got all night baby~" he wiggles his eyebrows seductively, she giggles at the seductive look he's giving her "really how do you know? because I don't want them walking in on us like last ti-" he stops her sentence with a soft kiss and a low growl "that won't happen again, no one but me gets to look at my baby's body" he stares down at her possessively making a shiver of anticipation crawl up her spine.

Her gaze moves from his eyes to his soft plump lips thinking to herself how kissable they look, realising she's getting distracted she shakes her head of the thoughts starting to niggle in the back of her mind, she pulls away from his body slightly and grabs his hand leading him to her kitchen where she digs out some takeout menus to look through "where do they think you are Channie? surely they know your here with me again" she asks with a raised eyebrow as she hands him a couple menus to look through "I left a few tasks to keep them busy, told them they were of the utmost importance to keeping the realm safe" he chuckles as she gasps and pushes his chest "if they find out you're here they'll kick your ass" she shakes her head at his antics "I had to tell them something!" he laughs as he explains his thoughts "they can try and kick my ass but I am a prince of Hell, plus if they do find out you never know maybe they'll understand, they already know I have a soft spot for you babygirl" he winks and pulls her into a warm embrace "if by some miracle they DO show up I'm here to protect you, they'd never lay a hand on you" she sighs and rolls her eyes playfully at him.

She picks up a menu for a pizza place, basic but yummy and not too heavy, and nods towards the paper asking him to tell her what he wants "you're going to get in so much trouble for being here again aren't you?" she asks as she wraps her arms around his body burying her face in his clothes, enjoying the way his scent wraps around her making her feel safe and loved, he quickly points to a pizza he likes then curls his fingers under her jaw and presses his forehead to hers whispering "maybe but I don't care anymore even my father couldn't keep me from you, you're going to be my queen one day" his promise makes her chest tighten as he smiles enjoying their embrace before reluctantly pulling away to let her order the food. She takes the menu and orders two large pizzas with extra cheese and pepperoni. It doesn't take long for the food to get there so they gather up from blankets from Y/N's bed and huddle onto her sofa.

She turns on a movie she knows they've seen a few times before and cuddles into his arms as they eat. Y/N cuddles up to Bang Chan's side as he drapes a large fluffy blanket over the two of them, once settled he places a soft kiss on her forehead as they start watching the movie "you know, when I first summoned you..." at her words he turns to look at her face intrigued "I never could have imagined I'd be having domestic as fuck movie dates with the crown prince of Hell" she giggles as she teases him, he chuckles at her teasing "yeah yeah I know, I'm a big bad demon and we're watching fuckin' Bride Wars while cuddled on your small ass sofa" he jokes as he pulls her closer to him as he sighs contentedly "the shit you do for love" he smiles as he kisses her lips gently. The word 'love' makes her heart thud rapidly against her ribs "I love you too Channie" she returns his kiss eagerly.

He wraps his arms around her tightly as he pulls her closer to his chest "I want to spend every moment with you, to just lay in bed with you every night and wake up to you every morning" he kisses her hair softly "I don't want to let go ever, I can't wait for the day I get to take you back with me rather than having to leave you here alone" his words almost make tears of happiness well up against her lashes ``want to spend the rest of my life with you Chan" she moves her hands to her fingers wrap around his jaw as she pulls him down into a passionate kiss. He lets out a low laugh as he leans down to kiss her again "I want that more than anything babygirl and I promise as soon as I can guarantee your safety I'll take you to Hell with me" he says as he begins to nibble along her neck gently, his fingers moving to run through her hair as he pours all his feelings of love and affection into her skin.

She sighs softly as she feels his warm lips on her skin "I'll make sure you keep that promise" she replies as she moves the hair from her neck giving him more access to mark her body the action making him smile as he continues to kiss her neck and shoulders nibbling on the sensitive skin, he leaves small red and purple marks peppered over her neck and collarbone. As he moves one hand to cup her face and bring her head close to his so he could look into her eyes "you'll stay with me? Forever?" he asks as he looks deeply into her eyes. She nods her head "forever" she promises as she shimmies the blanket off her body as she climbs into his lap, she wraps her arms around his neck "let me show you how much I love you Channie" she kisses him, licking over his bottom lip with her tongue making him groan as he grabs onto her hips pulling her closer towards himself as their tongues dance together passionately.

His other arm wraps tightly around her waist holding her firmly against him as she bites his lip gently before breaking apart panting heavily Chan looks at her with love filling his dark eyes "my beautiful baby…" Y/N pulls away from his lips to kiss down his neck and jaw leaving her own little bites and marks, claiming him as her own knowing that his court would know who left the marks on their prince. Once satisfied she moves her hands down to unbuckle the belts tied around his waist, next she unbuttons his shirt and pulls the material off throwing it to the floor, taking a moment to run her hands down his exposed body.

The demon prince lets out a low sigh as he feels her touch sending chills down his spine as he leans back and closes his eyes enjoying the sensation of her hands caressing his bare chest. With each movement of her fingers he can feel the warmth radiating through his body enjoying the way her nails dig into his skin "so pretty" she smiles as she kisses down his body moving off his lap to sit on the floor between his feet. She runs her hands over his muscled thighs then settles her hands on his belt slowly undoing the leather material letting it also fall to the floor.

He looks down at her with an intensely lustful gaze as he bites his lip at the feeling of her teasing his body. Chan reaches down to run his fingers through the silky length of her hair as he feels his body reacting to the seductive touch of her fingertips Y/N moves her attention to Chan's hardening length, she applies slight pressure making Chan suck in a sharp breath as she plays with him "don't tease babygirl, it's been too long since I've felt your hands on my body" she bites her lip nodding almost obediently as she motions for him to lift his hips so she can tug his pants down. As he sees her motions he lifts his hips allowing her to pull his pants down with ease, as soon as they are down she licks her lips at the sight of his pretty pink cock a bead of precum dribbles over the head of his length.

Chan growls in warning as he sees her staring "what did I say about teasing me?" he groans "sorry baby just love your cock, so pink and pretty" she smiles as she leans forward to lick off the precum from his head, she gives teasing licks and kisses down the length of his dick. He groans low in his throat as she starts licking his cock, the feeling of her tongue running along his shaft sends shivers across his body as he arches his back slightly urging her to stop teasing him "mmmh.." he moans softly. His big hands flex and grip onto the sofa cushions "ah ah" she tuts as she uses her hands to push his hips down and keep them there "we're doing this my way" she smiles as he looks down at her not fully sold on relinquishing control however his the worry soon leaves him as his mind goes blank when she wraps her lips around the head of his cock giving the slit as few licks then moving back to soft sucks around his cock head.

As she sucks his cock head he lets out a shuddering moan her soft sucks aren't quite enough, he starts gripping the cushions tighter as he begs "mhmm.. baby, please" Y/N feels pride swell in her chest at his reactions to her touch but she wants to explore his body "wanna take my time Channie, we're always rushing because of your bodyguards" she flattens her tongue against the underside of his length using her tongue to lick at the veins running along his length, moving her right hand from his hip she spits into it before gripping his length giving it short pumps. His eyes roll back as she spits into her hand and starts applying sweet pressure to his dick, he can feel pleasure starting to spark in this body "you're killing me babygirl," he pants "please let me fuck you already" she simply shakes her head as she rolls her wrist tightening her hold on his length letting her hand rub up and down as her mouth focuses on the head, she gives him a few hard sucks before she starts to move him slowly down her throat licking anywhere she can as she does, keeping up the rhythm with her hand.

His eyes close as he feels her hands and mouth working together in perfect harmony, she's always been good at making him melt with her touch, but this is on another level. Her tongue feels so sinfully good as he clutches onto the pillows and moans her name, as she moves her head further down taking in more of his length she keeps a firm hold on his length making sure every inch of him is covered and pleasured as best she can with his impressive size. Her thighs start to rub together in a bid to create some much needed friction as wetness starts to collect between her legs, having him in her mouth and hearing his moans turning her on quickly. He feels every movement in her throat, every twitch of her tongue, every touch of her hand. He's almost at the point of no return, and she hasn't even taken all of him yet. He knows he's done for as she steadily takes his full length down her throat, the tightness and wetness of her tongue and throat making his length throb as a low moan leaves his lips and his hands shoot out to take a hold on her head.

Suddenly she pulls off his length completely taking a breath as her hand keeps pumping him, when she's gotten a lung full of air she takes him back down her throat to the hilt and takes a hold of his hands and pushes them into her hair making him take a hold of her "shit~ you sure babygirl?" he asks, she taps his thigh to give her consent as he starts to fuck her throat his hips thrusting up into her mouth starting slowly at first to let her adjust. She takes everything he's got to give, her throat working against him in a rhythm that drives him wild. Her hair slides through his fingers as he tightens his grip, his eyes closed tight as he fights to maintain control and not go too rough. He can feel his release building in his balls, the pressure building with every stroke of her throat, his grip tightening as the rock of his hips increases as he fucks his cock down her throat as carefully as he can.

She moans around his length as he takes control of her body, the vibrations flow straight to his cock making him choke out a loud groan "fuck...fuck... close" he moans out as his grip on her hair becomes almost bruising, she uses her tongue to lick against his cock as he moves faster down her tightening throat. He feels his orgasm building, and with a grunt he grips her hair even tighter, his thrusts becoming more frantic, harder, his breathing quickening. Then it hits him, with a loud moan of her name he holds her head firm against his body as he cums hard down her throat as his grip on her head loosens she slowly pulls away from his cock making sure to clean him clean as she moves away, looking into his eyes she licks her lips and any precum left on her fingers "you good baby?" she asks with a giggle as his chest heaves heavily.

His breath coming in ragged gasps panting for air he nods, letting his hands run over his face before looking back down at her and nodding slightly, "yeah I'm fine..." he says softly, "I think you just sucked my dark soul out through my dick" he chuckles as his breathing evens out. She giggles at his dramatic comment "glad you enjoyed it baby" she crawls back onto his lap as she nuzzles his neck with her nose, Chan basks in her loving attention for a moment before he grins at her mischievously. His dark eyes glow blue as his magic crackles into existence, he clicks his fingers and teleports them to her bed where he throws her down and crawls over her body with a predatory gaze.

He smiles widely when they arrive at her room feeling himself getting lost in her beautiful eyes, he leans forward and presses gentle kisses along her jawline before trailing them lower towards her collarbone, licking lightly "I've missed this, missed feeling you" he clicks his fingers again to leave her bare in front of him, he nudges his nose along her neck as he growls possessively "you smell so fucking good babygirl... smell like me" a shiver runs down her spine at his words she lets out a small whimper as she spreads her legs for him "need you Channie" she reaches her hands out to grasp at his body.

His cock hardens at her words, he nips at her neck softly and smirks a little "need you too little one, need to be inside you... I need to hear your sweet voice calling my name as you cum around my cock..."he reaches his hand down and groans as he feels her slick running down her thighs "so wet... I'll barely have to prep you" he smirks as he pushes two of his long fingers into her wet pussy making her moan out. His words have her walls clenching down on his thick fingers as they thrust up hitting the deepest parts of her body "don't need prepped Channie, I can take you please...please need you in me now" she cries out as her hands come to grip his muscled arms.

He pulls back sucking her essence off his fingers and growls hearing her beg before reaching under her knees and lifting them over his shoulders. He groans deeply as he enters her, stretching her wide, slowly pushing his cock into her, filling her so deliciously as her moans steadily increase in volume before he begins to pound into her with force, his lips crashing against hers with a savage passion that matches his movements. Her back arches off the bed as he sets a rough pace pounding her back into the bed as her eyes screw up from the immense pleasure "want you to call me by my birth name babygirl" he grunts as he re angles his hips to make sure his cock head is hitting her g-spot "want you to call me Chris" a loud moan leaves both of their lips as she clenches down on his length, she nods her head immediately moaning out his name "C-Chris~ fuck baby... you're cock is filling me so deeply" she chases his lips as he trusts into her.

He grips her asscheeks tight pulling closer as he continues to pound into her hard, his teeth bared in a feral grin as he speaks "always wanted to hear you moan my given name...had to wait until I knew you'd be my queen" he grunts each time his cockhead rubs against her g-spot. He growls out her name as he slams into her faster and harder, his breath coming in short bursts, his face twisted in pure lust as her pussy sucks him in greedily. Her bed starts to shake with every thrust but neither of them could care what her neighbours can hear, she whimpers and clenches down on him as he calls her his words "you like that babygirl? when I call you my queen?" he grins as she nods her head, her grip on his body tightening as he rocks her body back and forth.

He groans loudly as he feels her tighten around him, her walls squeezing tightly around his shaft as he pounds into her relentlessly, his hands gripping onto her thighs for support as he leans forward kissing and licking her neck "well I love calling you my queen because that's what you will be when we get married" he whispers between kisses, his voice hoarse from all the exertion as he lays his heart bare for her. Her cries in pleasure are making her throat sore but she can hardly recognise the pain through the immense pleasure shooting through her limbs "'m gonna fuck my babies into you, gonna breed you so every demon out there knows your mine" his grip on her thighs tightens, the skin turning red from how hard he's gripping her "need your cum Chris" Y/N cries out.

The sound of her cry sends shivers up his spine, his hand reaching down to stroke her clit in gentle circles "I'm going to fill you up babygirl, mark you as mine" he whispers before leaning down to kiss her lips passionately, his tongue sliding into her mouth eagerly "want you to cum around my cock~" he grunts as his fingers increase their speed on her throbbing clit. Y/N reaches her hands up to rest in his hair tugging roughly as he thrusts into her, she whines loudly as the pleasure of his fingers on her clit and his cock spearing into her g-spot have her eyes rolling back as she babbles cock drunk "g-gonna- g- gonna cum!~ cumming~" she cries as she bucks her hips up, thighs shaking wildly.

He grunts as she tugs on his hair and he feels her buck against him, her body trembling beneath his touch as she cums hard around his thick member, coating it in her slick "ohh fuck...you're such a good girl for me..." he moans softly, as his thrusts become erratic a familiar blue crackle fills the room as his regal red horns sprout from his head making her gasp, knowing his horns are sensitive she gives them a rough tug making his hips stutter into her walls.

He growls deeply in pleasure at her rough touch on his horns thrusting into her harder as he feels them being played with, making his eyes roll back as he loses himself in the moment "you're so fucking sexy playing with my horns like that...Y-Y/N... I-I'm…" she clenches her walls down hard as he gives her one last rough thrust before he's spilling his hot cum into her pussy, rocking his hips forward as he slowly comes down from the intense high she's milking from him.

He releases a ragged groan of pleasure as he spills himself into her feeling her tight walls clench down on his cock making him shudder with pleasure, leaning forward as he kisses down her neck groaning as he feels her soft lips against his neck "fuck...you're so-wet and warm around me…" they stay still wrapped in each other's arms for a moment as their breathing becomes less erratic Y/N winds her hands through his hair, brushing her fingers over his golden tipped horns with a small smile on her face.

A smile plays on his lips as he feels her hands in his hair and ghosting over his horns reaching up he wraps his fingers around her waist, tugging her closer to his chest as he nuzzles his nose against her own "I love you" a soft giggles escapes her lips at his feather light touches "I love you too Chris" the demon on top of her blushes slightly but smiles moving his lips to place kisses along her wrists, once his length has started to soften he pulls out of her slowly moving his body away to get a damp cloth to clean them up with.

Chan quickly and carefully cleans her up first then gives himself a quick wipe down before throwing the cloth into a nearby bin, he rejoins her in bed crawling over her body as he pulls her close his face inches from hers as he places light kisses over her cheeks then down to her lips. She returns his soft kisses sighing contently, he rubs his nose against her neck then he looks into her eyes "if you ever wait that long before you summon me again I'll hunt you down and make your life insufferable" he laughs as he gently pokes her side "didn't wanna disturb you in case you were busy with your 'princely duties' but couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you tonight" he hums at her answer "summon me anytime you want or need me babygirl, I'm all yours" he smiles as she gives him a tight squeeze.

A low hum rumbles in his throat as he holds onto her tighter, unable to resist the urge to claim every inch of her body. His lips are hot and demanding as they take hers desperately, their tongues intertwining together without restraint. Chan softly pushes Y/N into her bed and he's about to crawl back on top of her when the pair hear two very familiar voices pounding on her bedroom door "you in there Chan?" Changbin asks, sounding a bit sheepish, as a slap fills the space "of course he is, can't you smell them" Minho complains and she can already imagine the look of disgust on his face. Chan simply growls low in this throat "someone better be fucking dying" clearly not sensing the danger they're in at interrupting Chan the duo burst into the room "no one's dying yet… woah" Minho blinks as he points to Chan's clearly visible horns grumbling as he dodges a pillow thrown at his head by Chan.

The frustrated demon prince pulls Y/N behind his back and makes sure her body is covered completely before giving his friends his attention "demons are whispering about how long you've been gone man" Changbin speaks before hesitantly adding "the king and queen, y'know your parents, are demanding you return home" he flinches slightly expecting another pillow to come flying at them.

The sigh that leaves Bang Chan is one of defeat and annoyance "fine fine I'll get dressed and come back home" he turns to his pretty human with a frown " 'm sorry babygirl, I'll make it up to you, yeah?" he places a chaste kiss against her lips, he gives her one last longing look before he stands making the men quickly cover their eyes "you could've waited till we left the room ew" Minho tuts as Changbin laughs silently "you two" Chan points between them "wanted me to hurry and I was clearly very busy before you teleported here" an amused laugh leaves his friends as they both nod muttering a joint "clearly" while looking at each other with smirks on their faces which only works to increase the frown on Chan's gorgeous face.

Using his magic he quickly redresses himself and his lover allowing Y/N to stand and say goodbye, she gives him a long passionate kiss before muttering a soft "I love you" against his lips. With a longing sigh he responds "I love you too babygirl" he gives her one last tight squeeze before standing with his life long friends and bodyguards "a pleasure as always" Minho smiles giving her a small bow "same time next week" Changbin jokes earning a slap to the back of his head from Chan and a laugh from Minho and Y/N "bye boys, look after him will you?" she speaks sweetly, receiving an earnest nod from the two slightly smaller demons as she blows Chan a kiss and watches with a sigh as they disappear in a haze of smoke "see you next week" she smiles to herself as she flops onto her bed curling into her bed sheets surrounded by the scent of her royal lover.

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deathblacksmoke · 6 months

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call me when you get the chance

pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader

cw: polyamorous relationship, long distance yearning, it’s pretty fluffy my friends

taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @lma1986 / @monotoniscreaming / @xxrainstorm / @agravemisstake

let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future fics!

author’s note: thank you lady v once again for the beta; i added some pitt back in just for you. and thank you @darksigns-exe for the poly boyfriends brainworms. no smut in here - wild change of pace. and i’ll probably be writing more little bits of these sweet babes at some point 🤍 i got euclid on the brain so title from that, obvi. enjoy!

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Nick sends a postcard from every city.

Missing you from Atlanta! Love, Nicholas.

It makes you feel warm and loved, every time you open your mailbox to another card from another city, with your partner’s pretty writing on the back.

You imagine him standing in the store for ages, sifting through the cards, trying to pick the perfect one for your gallery wall. You imagine Noah picking one out as a joke, and Nick scoffing, putting it back irritated.

No, man, she’s particular about her wall. Remember?

It makes your chest swell. You long to be there, to play mediator like you do when they’re both home with you. They need it sometimes, and you’re sure Jolly could use the break every now and again.

Noah sends memes. They’re ones you would never see otherwise because you won’t step foot on Twitter, but they make you smile and remind you of him, his stupid sense of humor, and the way his face lights up when he laughs. You close your eyes and imagine it, his eyes scrunching closed with his laugh, and your chest tightens.

They always send a selfie when they get off stage, and another before bed, sometimes a FaceTime if you’re still up. They don’t show you their intertwined hands. They know it makes you jealous and weepy, but you’re so grateful that they have each other. You imagine them kissing when the call ends and you cry anyway.

***

When you couldn’t make it to the show you had all planned for, you thought that was it. Work gets in the way again, sends you out of town, but you’ll see them when they come home to you and all will be okay.

The show looks incredible. You brave social media just this once to see clips of your boys, weep in bed in your hotel room. You stay up late to see them before you sleep—they tell you they wish you were there, they miss you, they love you. You catch a glimpse of a love bite on Nick’s chest and wish it could have come from you. You fantasize about quitting your job. You get closer every day.

The postcard comes two days later, a pop-art rendition of the Pittsburgh skyline, Nick’s little note scrawled across the back. It feels silly to have but you knew he wouldn’t dare to break the tradition he’s created.

Wish you were here! Love always, your Nicholas.

You don’t know how much longer you can go without them, holding back tears as you put the card in its frame, giving it its place on the wall.

You feel helpless and hopeless until you get an email, the airline notifications you had set up on cost changes doing you a solid, for once. Flight to LAX, suspiciously affordable, landing at 2 PM on the 8th of October.

It’s not a question. You don’t think twice. You have the PTO, and your boss can’t possibly deny you again. And if they do, fuck it, you’ll really dig your heels in about them needing another girl working on the tour. You’ll get Lana on your side this time around. They can’t say no to you both.

You book the ticket, arrange a guest list spot with Matt and buzz with excitement in preparation for your surprise.

***

You never tire of watching them perform.

The way Noah owns the stage, running from stage left to stage right, commanding the crowd to chant and jump with him. Nicholas, his long hair swaying with each rock of his neck to the beat of the song. His slender fingers grip the neck of his bass as he bounces his leg, growling backing vocals going straight through you. You wish you could be at every show. You swell with pride and know you couldn’t have picked two better boys to share your life.

You head to the green room when they come back out to say their thank yous and goodbyes. You hate to miss the photo slides but you helped pick most of the photos, anyway. Lots from your private collection and you think maybe you owe some of these people a “you’re welcome.”

Sitting on the old, worn leather couch, you start to panic. You’ve never surprised them before. Noah hates surprises, but you hope at least you’re a good one.

Folio comes through the door first, followed by Jolly, and the door swings back closed. Shocked at first when they see you, Folio’s face breaks out into a huge grin before turning on his heels.

“Yo, Noah, you’re gonna wanna see this—” he yells as he swings the door back open, to reveal Nick, sweaty and looking exhausted, but when his eyes land on you—

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

You can barely make it out above the roar of noise in the hallway. You don’t know where Noah is, but Nick looks as gorgeous as you’ve ever seen him. You need to take a deep breath but find your throat stopping you as your vision starts to blur. The look on his face as he crosses the room to you melts your anxiety in an instant. You haven’t seen him in so long. And he’s here. He’s right here with you.

When he reaches you, he sinks to his knees at your feet. His fingers digging into your thigh, eyes glazed over as he looks up at you, you lean down to meet him halfway.

The feeling of his lips on yours makes you feel dizzy. The feel of the wetness on his cheeks when you cup his face makes you want to sob, but you don’t, you lick into his mouth and bask in the sound of his gasp.

“Where the fuck were you,” he speaks into your mouth when he pulls away from you.

His fingers are gripping your thigh painfully. You know you’ll bruise, you wince, but it’s Nick and you don’t care. You’ll press your fingers there when you get home and you’ll think of him and—

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was flirting with the pretty bartender. I think you’d like her, Nicky, do you think Noah will go for a fourth?”

He’s leaning in for another kiss when you hear the green room door slam back open, thundering steps getting closer and closer until Nick is jostled forward, Noah’s head resting on his shoulder, eyes focused on you.

“You were a very naughty girl, keeping this secret from us,” Noah says, his head angling to press kisses and nip at Nick’s neck. Nick grins and you watch as the hand that was digging into your thigh takes Noah’s hand and laces their fingers.

When you’re far away, it makes you jealous. When you’re right here, when you have them both in front of you, that’s the furthest thing from your mind.

When you kiss Noah and he smiles into it, when the hand not laced with Nick’s threads through your hair, when Nick nips at your neck while Noah kisses you, you’ve never felt more at home.

Because they are your home.

“Nicky let me pick your postcard this time,” Noah tells you when he pulls away.

“You’ll hate it,” Nick says, but he’s grinning as he stands up to rummage through his backpack.

When he returns to you and holds it out, it’s a silly little card, but both their names are signed this time.

Loving you from LA. Love, your Nicholas and Noah.

Noah’s grinning as wide as you’ve ever seen. It’s your favorite of the bunch.

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Pairing: Mer! King Bakugou x Mer! Queen Reader

Word Count: 5.3

Warnings: Fluff! Possessive behavior. Biting lol. Female! Reader

Summary: Katsuki convinces you to change into a mermaid.

𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Courting a human sucks. It is all sugar-coated, a bunch of nonsense to try to appease the other. The way mers did it was simple. Show potential mates you can provide with gifts and food, and make sure your bodies are compatible. Of course, Bakugou hasn’t gotten that far with you and his face heats up whenever he thinks about it. But in the less dirty sense, he knows you find his body attractive and your body was equally as perfect.

So yes, the king should be done with the whole courting thing. It’s been about a month now and you are still frustratingly human. You haven’t given in to his antics.

You haven’t accepted the blonde because frankly, you are absolutely terrified of being a mermaid. Sure, you didn’t have much family nor friends to leave behind, but still, it was a whole new world. You weren’t sure if you were mentally prepared for that.

“You. Pretty,” The mer at your feet huffs, frown still on his face, contrasting the compliment. From his research, he decided that humans like compliments.

“Yeah? Thanks, Kats, but you have told me that ten times today.” He trills in annoyance and uses the tip of his tail to splash water at you. You squeal but giggle at the cool water that falls upon your face.

He grips your left leg and presses his face to your calf. “Mate now?” He asks, just as he had done for the past couple of days. He then begins to gently nibble on any skin he can lay his teeth on. You give him a sharp glance, warning him to be gentle. Your legs are already littered with bite marks thanks to a certain someone. He rolls his eyes, but abides, not wanting to piss you off.

Once satisfied with the mer you sigh. “Yknow, human courting is more than just giving compliments.”

He lets out an overdramatic growl and you raise your eyebrows. His orange face fins fall flat against his head. “Human ways stupid,” He hisses and you roll your eyes.

“Forgive me King Bakugou, ruler of the sea, for being a human,” You tease sarcastically and he glares at you. You smile and reach to pet his hair, he grumbles but leans into the touch. “Alright, I have seen that you tried. I'll be your mate Katsuki. Just give me a week to you know–prepare to be a mermaid?”

He pulls away from your leg, eyes wide. He almost seems to be happy, but of course, knowing Katsuki, he wasn’t about to show it. So, instead, he barks a complaint, “Too long. Now!”

You gently push the tip of your foot onto his forehead, forcing his head to tilt back. He bares his teeth at you, but doesn’t move from the position. “A week. Keep complaining and I won’t be going at all,” You threaten and he narrows his eyes at you.

Sometimes, Katsuki was demanding. It was fine in most cases, but if you sit there and take it all the time, it will definitely go to his head. You are not one of his subjects to boss around.

So, alas, he moves away from you and nods with a huff.

He swims back up to the dock and uses his tail to push himself out of the water, as he has done countless times. He rests his forearms next to your legs, successfully holding you still. He is slightly shorter than you in the position, but still way more threatening out of the two of you.

“Kiss?” He asks, but it comes out more like a demand.

Nevertheless, you are happy to oblige, and you swear you could see a small smile on his face when he presses his lips to yours.

When Katsuki heads home for the day the last thing he wanted to see was two idiots in his court.

“Did you see when she pressed that strange thing on his forehead?” The blonde-haired, and yellow-tailed, mer trills. He stares curiously at the figure above the water that is walking away.

“Yeah, and Bakugou didn’t even try to bite it off! He is totally whipped.” The red-headed shark, who looks almost exactly like a mer, excluding the extra large fin on his back, says in return. The two are so close to one another that they look like two schoolgirls talking about their crushes. They don’t seem to notice their king’s presence.

Katsuki, suddenly grabs the two of them by the back of their necks, causing them to jump. He has a murderous smile when talking. “And what the fuck are you two idiots doing over here?”

The two eye each other and smile sheepishly. “Just you know. Looking for our king!” Eijiro, the braver out of the two says enthusiastically.

“And new queen,” Denki half mumbles and Katsuki eyes him suspiciously. He can’t help but like the way it falls from one’s mouth though. But, the larger mer refuses to say that out loud, so instead he growls and drags the two away.

Then, he begins planning for your arrival.

Today was the last day of you being human. You sigh and go through your items, wondering if you’ll ever need them again. Becoming a mermaid is a life change, obviously. So, you were struggling just a little.

You got rid of most of your stuff, but you were hesitant about removing them all. If going with Katsuki didn’t work out, would you be able to come back? You had to ask later.

So here you are, walking out of the small shack you called home. You approach the dock with only a bag full of the mer’s gifts during his courting process. You couldn’t imagine leaving them behind.

Katsuki is at his usual spot, peaking his head above the water. A pink figure is next to him. Your eyes widen, in the six weeks you knew the mer, he has never introduced you to anyone. This had to be the person changing you.

You gulp, but a familiar bark calls you over. You smile nervously. “Hey, Kats. Who’s this?” You take in her appearance. Bright pink hair, skin, and tentacles. An octopus. You have never seen one that looks like her. She was beautiful.

“Mina. Friend. Ch-Change you.” The octopus tried to talk but it comes out as strange gasping and gurgles. You could tell it was the mer language but was definitely a little different considering it was coming from an octopus. So you just smile and wave at her.

She smiles so wide in return and you begin to feel a little comforted. Mina grabs at your ankles and begins to continue talking in the language you cannot for the life of you understand. You look toward Katsuki for help, a little afraid that she might drag you in. She looks nice enough, but she is a sea creature. You don’t trust them completely yet.

“Look at her tentacles Bakugou! Only two of them. How weird!” Katsuki rips her hand away from your body and growls at her.

“Watch it. That is your Queen that you dare to touch without my approval.” Mina shrinks her hand away and nods hesitantly. She totally forgot how important you are.

The octopus tries to do a curtsey, but it looks more like she just submerged more of her body in the water. Katsuki huffs and nods while you look at her confused. “Katsuki what is she doing?”

“Showing Re-spect. Queen.” You look at him wide-eyed. You were not going to get used to this.

“Oh. Um, thank you?” Mina has no idea what you are saying but continues to stare at you with stars in her eye. Unknown to you, but she has been waiting for the day the blonde finally chose his mate for years now. You laugh awkwardly.

She grins at the sound and turns toward the king who is wishing this process went a lot quicker. “What did she say? Tell me Bakugou!”

He rolls his eyes. “She says thanks. Now can you get on with it?” She nods, used to the blonde’s behavior, and beckons Katsuki to grab for your hand. He holds his hand out to you, and you take it. He begins to lead your hand to the octopus but stops.

You begin to tremble, nerves getting the best of you. Katsuki looks at you, eyes furrowed with concern. He quickly scans the area. “No danger. Don’t be afraid. Protect you. Promise, mate.”

You smile at the reassurance but it doesn’t help. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to be a mermaid, but this once again is a huge change. Your whole world is about to do a 180.

You don’t know how to phrase this any nicer, but you have to get it off your chest. “If I…If I want to go back home, as a human. Will I be able to?”

Katsuki grimaces. He had to admit that question hurt, but it was reasonable. Mers may mate for life, but humans don’t. After a while would you leave? Would he let you leave him? He didn’t like pondering such nonsense things.

But, for your sake, he turned to Mina and translated your question. She takes a second to think about it but nods and explains how easy it is to reverse the spell.

He feels hesitant about telling you this. “Yes. But–Don’t leave. Stay. With me.” Katsuki pauses, looking up at you. He huffs. “Please?” He has never asked for anything in his life, and if anyone in his court heard this they would be flabbergasted.

This is also the first time he has also said please to you. You smile and run your fingers over his webbed ones, and nod at him reassuringly. “Wasnt planning to. Just wanna keep my options open. Just in case, yknow, something bad goes wrong.”

He, like usual, grumbles, but he does understand. You’re smart. Thinking about how a situation could go bad, and how to keep yourself safe. Things queens should be thinking about it. So, although it feels wrong instinctually to agree with you, he can’t help but feel a little prideful at your statement. “I un–understand. But, nothing go wrong.”

You chuckle at his statement, but don’t disagree. You hope nothing does go wrong. You hope that the two of you will stay together forever while you are down there.

Mina gurgles, annoyed that she can’t understand what you guys are talking about. Katsuki clicks at her sharply and she rolls her eyes. Then the mer brings your hand onto hers. You gulp. “Ready?” He barks.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Your vision begins to fade, and the last thing you see is Katsuki grinning, canines hanging out of his mouth that looks almost animalistic.

When you awake you are underwater and breathing it. You of course panic when your first wake up, but immediately remember.

You begin to take in your surroundings. You are in a dark sort of cave. It’s hard to see much, but you are very much alone. It unnerves you. Where the hell was Katsuki?

You begin to move but forget about your new appendages. You quickly turn around to get a look at your tail and gasp. It was pretty. A light green, with glittering scales that are not that exciting in the darkness. But still, you could tell it was beautiful. It was definitely smaller than Katsuki’s massive orange one, but definitely still large.

You put all your years of playing mermaid in the public pool into the effort at this exact moment and suddenly, you are swimming. Not fast, of course, considering you are definitely confined into a small space, but definitely something. You smile wide and swim in circles, twirling around, fulfilling your childhood dreams.

Suddenly a noise startles you out of your thoughts. You freeze and quickly duck low, hiding from whoever it was. Chances were, it was Katsuki, but you aren’t willing to risk it.

“I don’t know man, this seems like a bad idea. Bakugou is going to kill us if he sees us.”

“Just one peek. It will be fine, Kirishima, stop being such a guppy. We will ask her not to tell him we were here!” Eijiro looks over toward the blonde mer, and nods hesitantly. He begins to drag the shark toward the end of the cave.

Suddenly, a rock is thrown at them. Not hard, considering you are not used to the dynamics of force in the water, but definitely still there. The shark jumps and looks at you in shock. “M-My Queen.” The two strangers bow at you and you grab another rock.

“Who are you guys? And where is Katsuki?” You hiss, green face fins spread in alarm. The two look at you in shock.

The yellow-tailed mer is the first to respond. “How…How can you understand us? Didn’t you just transform?”

You begin to lower the rock in confusion. Then it hits you. You weren’t using your vocal cords the same as usually do. You were clicking and trilling at them. It was instinctual, you didn’t even know you were doing it.

Another figure appears and you hiss on instinct. When you do so though, you immediately cover your mouth, eyes wide in shock.

“I did it!” Mina says with a smile and swimming up close to you, way closer than normal personal space. She grabs your hand and begins to assess it. “I gave you something that helps with understanding mer linguistics. I just couldn’t wait to talk to our new Queen!”

“Does the king know?” Eijiro says eyebrows pinched in concern. He knows that Katsuki doesn’t like doing things without his approval. Especially stuff involving his new mate. That’s why if he and Denki were found out, they were fucked.

“Well, no! But he will be happy! Anyways, what are you guys doing in here? I am making sure the transformation went well.” She turns back to you and runs her hands over your face fins. You flinch at the strange feeling. “My Queen, can you please open your mouth for me?” You abide, and she begins to count your teeth and checks your canines.

Kaminari swims closer to the octopus. “We wanted to take a look! Bakugou really scored, huh? She is so pretty and–”

“I’ll ask you guys again. Where is Katsuki?” You hiss, cutting the blonde mer off. You weren’t trying to be rude, but you were overwhelmed, and the fact that he is not here when you are so vulnerable is upsetting you.

“Demanding! Perfect for a ruler!” He responds, a smile on his plastered on his face like he was used to being treated like this.

“He is hunting for you, my Queen.” The large shark, you were most wary about says, with a soft reassuring smile on his face.

“Y/N. Please, all of you call me Y/N, all this “my Queen” talk is throwing me off.”

They all look at each other hesitantly, wondering how exactly Bakugou will feel about being on a first-name basis with you. But, you were their queen, and this was your first command. So they all nod at you. “Of course…Y/N,” The blonde mer says and you smile. “Im Denki and this is Eijiro. And of course, you met Mina. We are part of King Bakugou’s court.”

Mina lifts your arms up and moves them around, humming to herself. “Anyways, don’t worry, he will be back soon. These two idiots aren’t supposed to be in here but don’t be afraid they are harmless.” The two grin at you at her statement and you return the gesture.

Suddenly, there is noise at the entrance of the cave. Mina drops your arm instantly, and moves to take a peek. She gasps and quickly turns her shocked gaze toward the other two. You watch the boys’ faces pale drastically.

Eijiro quickly stutters out, “M-My King….You are here–” before the two of them are pinned to the floor, held down by the backs of their neck. You gasp and Mina sighs, knowing this was going to happen.

“What the fuck are you two doing in here? I should banish you. Coming in here on my sleeping mate, your Queen, without my permission,” He hisses out, face fins spread wide, pupils constricted, and claws digging into their necks, causing the two to wince. “No, not banish, I should kill you guys for–”

You let out a small yelp, shocked by what the hell is happening. You have never seen Katsuki angry before, and now he is using full sentences to threaten to kill people. His very own subjects! It made you think about what he could do to you.

That’s not even talking about his appearance. He looked animalistic. Like he really would see his threat through. You didn’t know if you really were cut out for the world under the sea.

Katsuki whips his head toward you at the sound, and his eyes widen. He takes in your very much shaken appearance, trying to hide behind Mina. He of course didn’t mean to scare you. He assumed you were still asleep. “Out. All of you. I’ll deal with you later. Now!” The three quickly scamper out of the cave, leaving you alone with the king.

He sighs and rubs at his face. He swims up to you, but instictually, you flinch away due to his appearance. His eyes slowly contract back to usual and his facial fins relax. “Sorry. Sorry. Don’t be scared. Will not hurt you. Sorry. Mate. Protect.” He using your language again. It’s a little muffled under the water, but understandable.

But what really shocks you was how desperate he sounds. He really was afraid that you were scared of him. It made your heart throb. You have to think about it, but you speak in your tongue. “It’s okay. I’m okay. You shocked me a bit, but I’m not afraid of you Katsuki.”

He gently grabs onto your arms and this time you don’t flinch away. He sighs and hugs you. Katsuki mumbles, “Those fucking bastards.” In your neck and you laugh.

“I like them. Eijiro freaked me out at first, but they seem nice.” He jumps and pulls away from you, holding you not at arms length.

He furrows his eyebrows at you, confusion written all over his face. “What? Speak.”

“Um okay?”

“What the fuck? How the hell can you understand–Mina. That idiot! I knew she would somehow ruin this.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and you laugh.

“What’s the big deal? This is a good thing. You now can use full complex sentences. It’s honestly kinda weird, but now I can understand you more, without the growls and grumbles,” You reason and he looks away from you, a small blush on his face. He mumbles something under his breath. You hum in question.

“Nothing. I just–Whatever doesn’t matter.”

You cock your head to the side. “C’mon tell me, if I am to be your mate I have to understand what’s going on in that hard head of yours.” He rolls his eyes at your grin.

Katsuki mumbles out, “Didn’t want you to learn it yet.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and then bring back the teasing. “Why? So you could be the only one to talk to me?” You smile and lightly tug on the two orange fins attached to his face.

He blushes and turns away from you. You have your answer. A laugh falls from your lips and he growls in embarrassment. “You possessive little shit! How would I be able to rule a kingdom without speaking your language?”

“I would teach you the basics. You could ask me to translate the rest.”

“With your fantastic English speaking?”

“Fuck you! I’m fantastic at speaking it, better than you.” You laugh at his cocky statement, and his eyes fall to your tail.

His grumbles stop as he stares at your tail. He runs his claws over it gently, admiring it. You stop your laughter to follow his gaze. “It’s pretty. Smaller than mine. It fits you. I knew you were destined to be a mer.”

You smile at him. It was rare for Katsuki to speak so gently with you, so you were soaking it all in. But, you turn the conversation back to what’s important. “You scared me earlier.” He scowls, remembering your terrified face, just a couple of minutes ago. “When you weren’t by my side when I woke up.”

His ruby eyes scan your face. “I was hunting. I was with you every second for the past week. If I didn’t I would most likely starve to death. I don’t know why the hell you woke up the one time I was gone. It’s your fault.” You give him a glance that said, really? at his ridiculous answer and he scoffs, giving in immediately. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s alright.”

He nods before he leads you over to the stone ledge covered in seaweed that you awoke on. “Rest. You just shifted. Mina says you should be sleeping. Can’t have you die on the first day of being a mer.”

“Die?!” You screech and Katsuki laughs mischievously.

“Im fucking with you. I didn’t dedicate six weeks courting your ass just for you to die. Sleep. Now.” You use your new appendage to hit his stomach at his teasing. But, you’re not used to your new strength, so you accidentally hit him way harder than you meant to. He winces and falls forward, having the wind knocked out of him. Your eyes widen and you spit out apologies immediately.

“Pretty and strong. Perfect.” He wheezes and you laugh nervously, fretting over him. He just pushes you back down on the slab, mumbling how he alright. He then curls up next to you and begins to lull you to sleep.

Two weeks go by, and now, officially you are Katsuki’s mate. Two nights ago it became official, and the both of you have bite marks on each other’s necks.

The one on yours is huge, he didn’t even try to make it hidden. It’s right below your ear, and no matter how hard you try, it will be shown to everyone. Possessive bastard.

Katsukis is a lot smaller, you were hesitant about biting him in the first place, so you placed it near his collarbone. He stopped wearing jewelry so that it could be shown and you swear he goes out of his way to crane his neck to display it when talking to someone. It was ridiculous.

But, other than his antics being queen honestly hasn’t been that hard. His court loves you already and his mother absolutely adores you. She saw you once scold Katsuki for being mean to one of his subjects and fell in love immediately.

You live in a palace. It was absolutely massive and was made out of gold. Katsuki says it has been here for hundreds of years. It was completely different than your beach shack, but you were growing fond of it.

Katsuki’s room is definitely very…Katsuki. It was more like a cave in all honestly. He says he likes to go with his roots. His instincts. Mers originally lived in caves after all. You have done some touch-ups to make it more home-like, but kept it the way he likes.

The gifts the both of you received hang upon the walls. It was a little strange to see a tennis ball held in such a protective case, but you didn’t say anything, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

Currently, you were talking to Eijiro as you were swimming to the dining room. You have slowly convinced Katsuki to actually eat in the dining room with the rest of his court, instead of bringing dead fish back in his mouth like a wild animal.

He agreed but forces the chefs to make his and your meals the fish he hunted. Everybody snickers about it behind his back, but nobody has the guts to say anything to his face.

Surprisingly, you actually enjoy eating fish. It took a couple of days of getting used to it, but it was a lot better when the chefs prepared it. You had no idea how they made the sauces for it, considering you guys were under the sea, but you knew you probably didn’t want to find out.

“And then we helped the guppy find his parents!” Eijiro clicks, snapping you out of your daydream. He was telling you about his day guarding the city.

You smile at him. “How sweet. I’m not surprised, you are a great soldier.” He grins at you and nods. The shark seems to have taken a liking to you, considering you don’t shit on him constantly like Katsuki does. You don’t mind. It was nice to have friends, you didn’t have many on the surface.

Suddenly the door behind you opens and the two of you turn toward it. Eijiro, like always, bows low in greeting. You smile.

Katsuki swims over toward the two of you, with the usual scowl plastered on his face. “Why talk to him?” He grumbles, not liking that you are alone with the shark. He knows nothing will ever happen, but still, it was annoying that he has so many kingly duties that he doesn’t get to spend as much time with you as his court does.

You rephrase his statement. “He asked us what we are talking about.” The shark nods and Katsuki looks at you like you slapped him. You cock your head, confused.

“Don’t trans–late. He is idiot.”

“You know he is a member of your court.”

“Our court.”

“Yes, our court.” He nods in triumph and you sigh, but smile. Katsuki has been going out of his way to talk to you in English. He likes the idea that only the two of you can communicate with one another like this.

The blonde swims up to you and presses his lips to yours, without a warning. Eijiro lets out a disgusted noise, before turning away and heading to the dining room by himself.

“Really?” You sigh when you pull away. He grins mischievously and grabs you by the hand, before leading you to the dining room.

Upon your entrance, your court “stands” from their chairs. They all bow and simultaneously say, “Greetings to His and Her Majesty.”

You smile and wave at your new family, you manage to get a small wave back from Denki. You still aren’t used to the whole dramatic greetings. Katsuki just nods in approval.

Katsuki sits at one end of the table, and you sit at the other. You actually hate doing this, you much rather sit next to one another, but it was important for the king and queen to also show respect.

You receive your custom-made meals, and your mate grins from across the room. “Salmon. Good.”

“Thanks, Kats.” You smile warmly at him, knowing he takes immense pride whenever he has “provided” for you successfully. He huffs but uses his hand to wave the thanks off. Denki has to hold back a laugh.

The others receive their meals and begin to indulge themselves. You are the only one who uses silverware, but you don’t mind, you are now used to the way merfolk eat. The first day it almost gave you a heart attack watching them viciously tear into the fish.

You talk to Mitsuki for most of the meal and occasionally join in Mina’s conversations. Katsuki talks to Eijiro most of the meal, but the two of you make eye contact multiple times. You always smile at him. It was a nice dinner. It always was.

You really love it here. Everyone is so kind to you. Being a queen is not too hard, but that is simply because Katsuki is really good at being a king. He is respected by everyone, so naturally, as his mate, you are too. Plus you haven’t had to make any life-changing decisions. Katsuki did that for you, and you were grateful. You didn’t have much experience ruling people.

Dinner ends uneventfully and you dont mind. The routine is nice. Katsuki leads you back to his room. It was the first time you have seen him all day besides dinner.

The day ends with just the two of you. You lay facing one another, and Katsuki runs his fingers through your hair. He kisses the bitemark on your neck. He then murmurs, “My Queen.” into your neck.

“Hmm?”

“Just like saying it.” You laugh lightly.

You sigh and look toward the stone ceiling. “It’s weird. If someone told me that I would be a ruler a year ago I would have fainted.”

He grins, canines on full display. You remember when they used to freak you out. Now you can’t help but love them. “Would you believe that you are mated to the strongest being of the sea?”

“I think you mean the most arrogant bastard of the sea.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

You roll your eyes and switch back to your native language. “Mated to a man who thought courting meant trading. What a strange thing.”

“Your fault! Dumbass!”

You grin at him. “How was that my fault? You really thought I was coming onto you that fast?”

He grumbles to himself. “Wouldnt be sup–rised. Happened before.”

You fake gasp. “Don’t tell me. Have you been trading with other mers before you met me? I’m wounded Katsuki!” You knew the answer to that, having heard him multiple times tell you that he only had eyes for you.

“Yeah. Traded with many mers. Way prettier than you.” He nibbles on your jaw, a sign of affectionate teasing. He has also told you multiple times in high dramatics that he was “mated to the prettiest being of the sea.”.

You laugh and continue the joke. “Don’t worry, I understand. I “traded” with tons of other human men too.”

He growls and runs his teeth over the mating mark. “Joke over.”

You pet his head, still grinning. “Who said I was joking?” He looks up at you, squinting at you and frowning. He can tell by the look on your face that you are lying.

He quickly switches tactics to lightly gnawing on your skin, earning squeals from the ticklish feeling. He pins you down to stop your squirming. It doesn’t stop your hysterical laughing. “Stop! That tickles! Mercy! Katsuki!”

“Say it.”

“Say what!?”

He stares at you. “Fine! Fine! I have only traded with you!”

“And?” The mer prompts, as he moves to your stomach to lightly bite it. You continue to squirm, but you know what he wants you to say.

“And….Katsuki! Im going to pee myself! And I am so happy to be mated to the strongest being of the sea!”

“And?”

“And what?!”

“You know.”

“And I love being Queen of the sea! And I’ll never turn back human!” He releases you with a grunt and you begin to pant, trying to regain your composure.

He didn’t mean to get you to say that last part, but he can’t help but feel an immense amount of joy from the words. He is afraid you’ll get sick of the life of a queen. The reassurance helps.

Once you calm down, you glare at him for torturing you. “I am going to kill you Katsuki Bakugou!”

“With those little fangs? You can try.” You pounce on him immediately and the two of you twirl in the bed. He laughs and growls playfully at you. Katsuki barely lets you win. He smiles when he feels those dull claws, compared to his, pins him against the bed. He will let you have this moment, especially after what you just said.

The poor servants were left red in the face when they passed your door, hearing the thumping, growling, and squealing coming from the King and Queens bedroom.

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whiskey-bumblebee · 1 year

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head... shoulders, knees, and toes

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: This is smut so be warned <3 MDNI. Oral, M receiving, reader is more sexually experienced than Aaron, established relationship

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: The way I set out to write pure smut and instead fuckin'... George W. Bush shows up? Idk man. Hope it's good

You watch Aaron as he sips his martini. There's something about his casual confidence that makes you want to lock yourself in a room with him and throw away the key. He's not normally into martinis, too dry for him, but the black tie occasion called for something a little more elegant than his typical scotch.

"He's so delicious," You murmur to Penelope. It takes her a second to follow your gaze across the room, landing squarely on a tuxedoed Aaron. There's a quick expression across her face that reads something like 'Oh, of course.'

"You're so perfect for each other," She smiles, touching your arm affectionately. "It's incredible that we can look at him and see two completely different things."

"What do you mean?" You ask bemusedly, finally tearing your gaze from your partner so you can look at Penelope.

"Well, what do you see when you look at him? And I'll tell you what I see afterwards."

"The love of my life," You say quietly. "The man I want to spend the rest of my life with. It's cliché, but he's my rock. The rest of the world can be..." You trail off, gesturing vaguely at the room around you. "Fucked, but it's alright if I'm with him."

"See, when I look a-"

You hold a finger to Penelope's lips, quickly apologizing for cutting her off.

She rolls her eyes playfully. "Proceed with the monologue."

"I'll spare you the monologue," You tease back, letting your voice drop into an even lower volume. "But when I look at him tonight... I want to take his clothes off, and watch as he insists on folding them carefully, and then I just want to do crimes to his body. Crimes up and down."

You look back over at him, shaking your head. "He knows what the suit and the polished shoes do to me. He looks so authoritative."

He's absorbed in conversation, so he doesn't notice that he's the sole object of your attention, which is probably a blessing. If he caught you looking at him like this, you'd never hear the end of it.

"What do you see?" You ask, glancing back at Penelope.

"I see my boss," She chuckles, taking another sip of her long island iced tea. "He looks less stressed than he usually does. He looks nice tonight, but I'll leave the crimes to you."

"Speaking of crimes, do you think he'll get in trouble with Strauss if we leave early?"

Penelope looks at you like you've grown a second head.

"You know he was invited by the President, right?"

You sigh into your hands. "Fuck the President. I want him so bad, Pen."

"Go ask him," She says cheerily, egging you on. "Maybe he'll say yes. But you have to tell me all about it if you do leave early. We're having a bit of a dry spell."

Your brow furrows and you look over at Derek. Fortunately, he's also engrossed in conversation. It looks like he's talking to someone from the CIA. "Is everything okay between you two?"

Penelope nods. "I don't want to be TMI but..."

"No pressure," You reply. "But I won't tell anyone."

"He has a yeast infection," She whispers.

You cringe, quickly moving your hand to your mouth to obscure your reaction. "No judgement. Just... ow."

She nods. "And I don't want to get one, so it's been two weeks since we... you know."

You stand up and excuse yourself. "I'm gonna go ask him if he wants to go home."

Pen shoots a quick wink at you. "Fuck the President, right?"

"Right," You reply, blowing her a kiss as you walk away.

You look fucking hot, and you know it. Aaron knows it. Everyone knows it. There are heads turning as you walk across the room. You wait for your movement to attract Aaron's attention.

Someone with an earpiece approaches him, murmuring something in his ear. Aaron looks confused for a moment, looking over at you with a quirk in his brow. He says something back, quietly, and the man with the earpiece walks away.

"Have you been making undemocratic comments about the leader of the free world again, sweetheart?"

He kisses your cheek sweetly, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Can we talk? Somewhere private?"

"Not yet," He replies, a hint of humour in his voice. "I need to go and explain your comments to the Secret Service."

"Seriously?" You look over your shoulder, and sure enough, the man who'd talked to Aaron was watching you with a steely gaze.

"Did you really say 'fuck the president' in a government building?"

"Yes," You can't suppress a smile. "But I think you'll like the context."

"You know he's technically my boss' boss' boss, right?"

You gesture for him to come closer so you can whisper in his ear.

"I want to take this dress off, get on my knees, and wrap my lips around your-"

He clears his throat, leaning back. "Right. And this resulted in a threat to national security because...?"

"Because I want to get out of here. So," You mouth 'fuck the President'. "Right?"

"He's not even here yet," Aaron chuckles. "Don't you want to meet him?"

"Bush?" You give Aaron a look, and he has to hold back laughter. "I don't want to get you in any more trouble, but you're asking if I want to stick around for a few more hours in the hope that I might be introduced to Bush?"

"Honey," He murmurs, full of mirth. "I don't think it'll be hours. If his bodyguards are here already, he'll probably be here soon."

"Baby," You respond, echoing his tone. "If I don't get to suck your cock in the next five minutes, I am going to become a threat to national security."

He laughs wholeheartedly at that, tucking his face into your shoulder.

"You're going to get us kicked out. It's like making a joke about a B O M B in an airport," He smiles. "And besides, I don't think I want you to... do that. Down there."

You stroke his cheek affectionately, trying not to pout. "We've been together almost 6 months and I haven't. I really want to, but it's okay if you don't want to."

"Why are you so set on it?" He looks genuinely confused, more than offended.

"I get pleasure from it," You reply earnestly. "I like doing it."

"You have a clit in the back of your throat too?" He teases, his voice low enough that nobody else can hear. Fortunately, the music is pretty loud, and nobody seems to be paying attention to the two of you. Except that one secret service agent, apparently.

"When did you see Deepthroat?" You ask, intrigued.

"Irrelevant," He says quickly. "But honey, seriously, do you... Does it turn you on to see me in pain?"

Your brow furrows even more deeply at that. "Pain?"

"You know... With the..." Aaron trails off as someone walks closely past the two of you.

"Canapes?"

"No, thank you," He says with a polite smile, and the waiter steps away, giving you space. "Teeth," He whispers.

Your facial expression turns into one of complete confoundment and horror. "Teeth? Aaron, there shouldn't... It shouldn't hurt, and there definitely shouldn't be teeth," You whisper back.

"But the last time I had one..." He shudders slightly, his nose scrunching.

"Oh, you poor thing," You say, your face softening. "Do you want to try again? I promise I'll stop if it hurts. But I think I can make you feel good."

The look in your eyes is more than convincing, and it only takes a moment of looking at you for Aaron to nod.

You send Pen a quick text: success! text me if POTUS arrives pls

And quickly see her response: YES! go do your crimes ;)

You smile at your phone and tuck it safely back into your purse.

____

You've never been more glad for Aaron's familiarity with government buildings. He walks you over to a more private wing, and leads you to a bathroom with marble countertops, leather armchairs, and most importantly, a lock on the inside of the door.

"What is this place?"

"The executive bathroom. For when dignitaries visit."

He eyes you nervously. "Are you sure?"

You nod, pushing the hem of your dress up, over your knees, so you can kneel without kneeling directly on the fabric.

"Are you sure? Say the word and I'll stop."

He nods. "I'm excited."

He looks around the room, quickly tugging a towel off the (heated) towel rail. He tosses it to the ground, and when you look up at him from your position at his feet, he almost loses it.

You fold the towel under your knees and smile at him gratefully.

"If my phone dings and it's from Penelope, we have to go," You say, passing your phone to him. He nods and places it on the chair behind him.

You reach up to undo his fly, tugging his pants down alongside his briefs. He unbuttons his blazer and the last two buttons of his shirt, holding up the fabric so you have some room to work.

"Can I touch your hair?"

You shake your head. "On any other night, yes, but this style took forever to do."

"That's fair," He breathes.

Wrapping your hand around him, you take a moment to gauge his size. You've fucked before, but this is the first time you've been so close to his cock. You lick a stripe up the underside appreciatively.

"You're thick," You say quietly. "So if I use my teeth, let me know, okay? It'll be hard because you're like this," You use both hands to indicate his girth. "And my mouth is like this," You drop one of your hands, making a circle with your thumb and forefinger. It's an exaggeration, but only slightly.

He nods solemnly.

You slip all of your rings off, letting them clatter to the floor beside you. Starting slowly, you tease his head with kisses and short licks, graduating to longer licks as you stimulate more of his length. Once you've warmed up, you take his head into your mouth, especially careful to sheathe your teeth behind your lips. You press your head towards his pelvis in earnest, taking as much as you can.

Without meaning to, you moan as you sink down. You're taking almost half of him, so you wrap your dominant hand around his base, stroking the part of him that doesn't fit in your mouth yet. For now, you rest your other hand on the side of his thigh affectionately.

You take a deep inhale through your nose and lean even further forward, swallowing as his cock fills your throat. For a moment, you panic, but soon take a deep breath and remind yourself that you're okay. You move your head ever-so-slightly from side to side, willing your throat to open up for him. You want nothing more than to press your nose to his pubic bone, and to see his reaction when you do.

A throaty groan leaves him, and you feel a heavy twitch in your mouth. Keep going, you think. Almost there... With another deep breath through your nose, you close the distance between your lips and his base, overcome with pride when you do. Look at you, fucking champion. You've got this.

You stay there for as long as you can, using your tongue to stimulate him near his base, and swallowing so you can stimulate his head. With both of your hands now free, you use them to gently pry his legs further apart, and he does so with your slight encouragement. One of your hands slips between your legs, and you tease your clit through your underwear, moaning softly, your eyes falling shut with pleasure.

Aaron lets out a string of curse words, and when you open your eyes to look up at him, his eyes are glassy, his mouth ajar as he watches.

"Am I... Do you need me to do anything?"

You indicate a shaking head with your fist, and he nods, understanding what you mean.

You bring that hand to his balls, looking at him for permission. He nods again. You cup his balls softly, feeling the weight of them in your hand. For a moment, you calculate whether you'll be able to do what you're thinking of doing. You extend your tongue and gently bring his balls towards your mouth with your hand, so that the tip of your tongue is pressing against his balls while the rest of his cock remains in your mouth and throat.

He groans deeply. "How... Where...?" He decides against asking, giving into the pleasure instead.

You slowly draw your mouth off his cock, needing to give your jaw a break from being stretched wide open.

"Is there anything you want me to do? Different pace? Depth?"

You press your underwear to the side, running your fingers through your slick. Without meaning to, you buck into your hand, moaning softly from the unexpected stimulation. While Aaron considers his answer, you grip his bare hip with your wet hand, and gently tongue at his balls.

He almost comes just thinking about the fact that the warm, wet spot on his hip is from where you'd been touching yourself. He wants to suck on your fingers.

"You can... fuck, this feels too dirty to say out loud," He laughs to himself. "You can suck on them, if you want."

You hum and quickly oblige, taking them into your mouth, sucking lightly and running your tongue over them.

"What you're doing is perfect, and I love seeing my cock in your throat-" He gasps suddenly as you start to jerk his cock with your hand, making sure his cock and balls are both stimulated.

"Fuck, I'm going to come if you keep doing that."

You continue your movements, not wanting to stop if he is close to his climax, but you want to know that his first real blowjob is everything he imagined it could be, if not more.

You settle for continuing your movements on his cock, but pulling away from his balls for a second.

"Do you want to come, or do you want to try something else?"

He checks your phone. "We have time. Is there something else you had in mind?"

"Some of my other partners have really enjoyed a faster pace, so I thought I'd try that," You say, punctuating your sentence by nuzzling into his thigh.

"Yeah," He breathes. "That sounds good."

You nod and get ready to take his head in your mouth again, when he touches your shoulder softly.

"Wait, just in case I... I can't give you a warning, where do you want me to...?"

"To come?" You smile devilishly up at him. "If we were at home, I'd want it all over my face, my tits," You run your hand over the features as you name them, just to tease him. "But here, either my throat or a towel, so we don't make a mess."

He nods, encouraging you back towards his cock with the hand on your shoulder. "Please suck my cock, honey."

You smile, satisfied with the effect you're having on him, and take his cock back in your hand, making sure there's plenty of spit on the lower part of his cock so that you don't accidentally hurt him.

This time, you focus your attention on flicking your tongue from side to side on the underside of his cock, taking only the first third or so. You're able to refine your technique now that you're not calculating how to take your next breath.

He moans loud and long, and you're vaguely aware of him grabbing a clean hand towel to press into his mouth. When you look up at him, he looks wrecked, almost desperate, white-knuckling a towel as his eyes follow your every move.

You match the pace of your hand to the pace of your mouth, and use your spare hand to cup his balls, teasing the tips of your fingers over them. Determined to make him come hard, you hollow your cheeks and suck hard, creating a strong suction.

His thighs twitch, and his hips jerk forward, pressing his cock further into your mouth. You swallow around his cock, and you hear something that sounds almost like a scream. When you look up at him, the edges of your lips quirk up in a smile. His eyes are squeezed shut and sweat is dripping down his forehead. His face is flushed and his hair is losing its sharp definition as the gel starts to melt.

He drops the towel unceremoniously.

"Fuck," He moans. "Fuck."

He gently eases you off his cock, and you're slightly surprised.

"Did you come?"

"Are you fucking joking?" He chuckles darkly. "Yes, I did, honey."

"I didn't feel it," You say slowly.

He takes your chin in one of his giant hands and tugs slightly. You scramble to your feet as he pulls your face towards his.

He immediately presses his tongue into your mouth, tracing your tongue with his own. It's almost like he's trying to-

With a small pop, he pulls away, a grin tugging at his lips.

"So that's what my come tastes like."

There's a flicker of recognition across your frontal lobe.

"You came so deep down my throat that I didn't even feel it," You say, slightly shocked. "Oh my god. Aaron, that's so hot."

He reaches between your legs, running his fingers between your labia.

"I want to make you feel good," He says. "You've been so good to me."

You pull away slightly. "Check the phone first. Just want to make sure-"

Aaron picks up your cellphone, smiling to himself as he turns the small screen toward you. "I'm guessing POTUS!! POTUS!!, and EAGLE has LANDED are Garcia's codes?"

"Shit," You murmur, bending over quickly to pick up the towels and put them back into place. "Sorry, Aaron. I hope he's still around so you can meet him."

He leans into your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth briefly, and whispers, "Fuck the President."

___

You and Aaron take a moment to clean up, making use of the luxury amenities to ensure both of you look put together. You pop a mint into your mouth.

"Normally, I wouldn't mind the taste of your come on my tongue," You tease him, reaching down to cup him through his trousers. "But I think your team might not appreciate it."

In return, he gives your ass a squeeze. "I'm going to fuck you so hard when we get home."

___

When you return to the ballroom, you notice that almost everyone is seated, facing the stage.

"Maybe he's going to give a speech," Aaron whispers to you, shrugging.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner?" An aide comes up to you as you're about to take a seat near the back.

You look at Aaron for guidance, but he just nods at the aide. "Yes?"

"Would you mind taking a seat on this side, near the front? The rest of your team should be seated there."

"Of course," Aaron replies coolly, resting his hand on your lower back so he can lead you to your seats. Sure enough, the whole team is seated in that row. That's nice, you think. They seated us together.

You sit down, reaching for his hand, and he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. He takes your hand in his and rests your intertwined hands on his knee.

"Where were you?" Gideon chides Aaron from somewhere behind you.

"She started projectile vomiting," Aaron replies matter of factly. "She's okay now."

You flash Gideon a brief thumbs up.

"Oh," Gideon says, looking over at you apologetically. "Hope you're feeling better."

You nod warmly. "Thank you. I think there might have been some seafood in one of the canapes."

"Shrimp," Gideon nods. "Never good for me either."

The room fell into a hush as the announcer walked to the lectern.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the recipients of the Presidential Medal of Freedom."

Your eyes widen and you look over at Aaron. He presses his lips together to silence a laugh at your reaction.

"Ruth Johnson Colvin." Applause.

"Norman Francis." Applause.

"Penelope Garcia."

You fight hard to keep your expression neutral, but allow yourself to clap when the rest of the audience does so.

Once you've made eye contact with Garcia and sent your best non-verbal vibes, you elbow Hotch and raise your eyebrow at him. He shakes his head at you, careful to keep the movement subtle. He has no idea either. When you look up at the stage, you see Penelope is just as shocked.

"Elle Greenaway."

There's another polite round of applause, and Elle shoots you a panicked look as she stands up. You nod at her encouragingly, and watch as she straightens, turning her attention to the stage.

"Aaron Hotchner."

You have to clap your hand over your mouth to keep from exclaiming with excitement. Aaron lets go of your other hand, placing it safely in your lap before standing up. A boyish grin comes over his features as he maps his path to the stage. You clap animatedly, grinning widely.

Twelve more names are called, but your attention is undivided. You beam up at Aaron as the national anthem plays and the President enters the room. Laura Bush greets Dick Cheney with a kiss on the cheek, and moves to stand beside her husband. You feel like you're floating, and barely take in the speech until you hear a familiar acronym.

"We have a number of agents from the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI with us tonight. Agents Garcia, Greenaway, Hotchner, Jareau, Morgan, and Reid. You may not know their names or their faces, but they work hard to keep each and every one of you safe, in this great country we call home. Their unit includes some of the best and brightest minds in the country. Although you probably haven't heard of these agents before, you've probably heard of the cases they've solved. Most recently, they tracked down the Illinois sniper, and saved actress Lila Archer's life."

There was a round of applause. Blurbs for the rest of the recipients were read out in turn, and soon enough, they started handing out the medals, with even louder applause for each individual as they posed for photos alongside the President.

You feel yourself glow from the inside out as Aaron's name is called, and you can't help but cheer as the President clasps the medal around his neck. He looks so handsome with the blue ribbon over his tuxedo, and the white and gold medallion hanging just under his bow tie. Gideon taps your shoulder, and as you turn, he passes you a handkerchief. You realize that you must have been crying, and dab lightly at your cheeks.

The rest of the night passes more or less as you expect it to, with the President giving short closing remarks and champagne served at the reception afterwards.

You've been at the reception for maybe five minutes when Aaron makes his way over to you, finally free from the sea of handshakes and introductions.

"Do you want to go home?" He says quietly, his breath warm on your neck.

"No," You lie, your voice higher than normal. "You should celebrate. This is a big deal. You can only ever get one of these." You tap the medal gently, and rest your palm against his lapel.

He raises an eyebrow at you, and clears his throat lightly before leaning back towards your ear.

"Don't make me a liar. I'm going to bend you over the kitchen table in the next hour. And if I can't help myself, we might just have to pull over near Alexandria..."

"Aaron," You breathe.

"Do you want to meet the President?"

You laugh quietly and nod. "Sure."

He takes your hand in his.

"Mr. President, this is my wife."

"Mrs. Hotchner," The President says happily. "I'm so glad you and your husband were able to make it. I was speaking with Gideon just before the ceremony and he said you were nowhere to be found."

You nod politely, trying to find something to say that wasn't:

"Yes, Mr. President, I was on my knees in one of the White House bathrooms. Lovely towels by the way!"

Or,

2. "Yes, Mr. President, unfortunately your world class chefs served bad shrimp so I was barfing my guts out."

The First Lady joins you, standing beside her husband. Fortunately Aaron, ever-smooth, ever-charming, saved the moment.

"She wasn't feeling well, so we went to the first aid room to get some ginger tablets."

"Oh! Congratulations," The First Lady says. "The country will be lucky to have another Hotchner."

Your expression of confusion gives way to a wide smile. Play the part.

"Thank you so much. We'd love to invite you to the baby shower..." You add.

"Oh, we won't be able to make it, we're afraid, but please send along your registry if you have one," She replies. "We're not allowed to attend civilian events unless they're family."

You nod.

"It was a pleasure to meet you both, and thank you so much again for tonight. It's a great honour and a pleasant surprise," Aaron smiles, offering a final handshake before he leads you to the exit.

"They think we're married and pregnant?" You laugh, hitting Aaron's arm playfully. "Oh my God, Aaron! You lied to the President!"

He laughs too, opening your car door. "Technically, he assumed."

Once you're both settled in the car, you pause for a moment, leaning across the centre console to give Aaron a kiss. You pull back for a moment, smiling.

"Presidential Medal of Honour recipient, Aaron Hotchner."

You kiss him again, but he pulls away, smiling too hard to kiss you properly.

"You really had no idea?"

He shakes his head. "No idea. Gideon organized the whole thing. I think he turned down his medal, though."

You run your finger over the deep blue ribbon. "It suits you."

He starts the car and settles his hand on your thigh.

"You might want to call in sick tomorrow," He says, merging onto the highway.

"I'm okay," You smile. "The projectile vomiting was a great cover up, but I feel fine."

He sucks his teeth and looks over at you briefly. "Oh honey, I'm not worried about your imaginary food poisoning. This is your heads up that if I do my job right, you're not going to be able to walk in the morning."

___

And that's the story of the medal framed on your mantelpiece, and the small card beside it, which reads:

Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner,

Congratulations on your firstborn. Wishing you all the best.

Proverbs, 17:6 - "Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers."

Best wishes,

George & Laura

And safely tucked away in the back of a drawer somewhere is a baby onesie with a little American flag on the front, and a set of pastel Ralph Lauren washcloths.

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pablitogavii · 11 months

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i adore your blog and your writing!! if you’re feeling inspired could u please write a fic where the reader’s parents fight a lot and one night it gets really bad so the reader goes to gavi or he picks her up? and he comforts her and everything is sweet. i need him to do this irl rn but anyway… have a good day / night!! love u🤍

I'm so sorry you're going through this baby. If you need to talk my chat is always open <33 This one is special for you <33

There for you

I was crying in my room hearing the sounds of their argument echoing down the hallway. I should be used to it by now after all the years of dealing with it, but every time it gets harder to listen to it knowing there is nothing i can do to stop it.

Growing up with parents that had anything but love for each other made it hard to believe in possibility to have a real family one day, but thankfully I found someone who showed me it was possible.

Since we started dating, I've told Pablo about the hardship of my family and he was so understanding promising to never make my parents mistakes in our relationship.

I was laying in bed scrolling through my camera roll smiling at our photos together trying to tune out the screams and insults coming from outside.

I could ignore anything unless when my dad gets physical like he did tonight. I heard him push my mom as she fell in front of my door with a loud bang.

I clumped on my bed holding onto my knees with one hand and dialing Pablo's number in another. I couldn't stay here anymore, I was starting to feel my panic attach creeping in.

"Hello? Amor?" he said while my tears were flooding my face smiling when I heard his voice that was enough to make me feel safer.

"Um..I need you to pick me up cariño..please?" I said my voice shaky and he knew something was definitely wrong if I was calling in the middle of the night sounding like this.

"I will be there in five minutes. Can you wait for me outside amorcito?" he said and I said that was fine as I packed some clothes into my backpack quietly sneaking out of my bedroom window. Luckily I was on the lower level so I could utilize the window when I needed it.

He was there even quicker rushing outside not even closing his door and hugging me to his chest tightly while holding my head against his chest as I cried.

"Shh..estas bien amor..estas bien..I am right here now..your Pablito is right here..and we are going to go somewhere quiet and safe okay?" he spoke and I nodded still unable to stop my tears from falling down my cheeks but at least I wasn't hyperventilating anymore when I got into the car and we drove off.

I took my shoes off pulling my knees to my chest while looking through the window wondering why do I need to have a family like this? How did I deserve to deal with this?

"Wanna hold my hand amorcito? We are almost home" he said giving you his arm and you held it against your chest playing with his fingers to distract yourself and he smiled continuing to drive slowly towards his house.

When we arrived, he helped me out walking slowly while holding my trembling body against himself kissing the top of my head when he got into his apartment.

"Let's wear some pajamas huh?" he said and I realized that I didn't pack any only bringing clothes to wear tomorrow. I told him that but he only smiled pulling me close and kissing my forehead.

"As long as I have my shirts, you will have your pajamas princesita" he said and I smiled as we walked to his bedroom looking through his closet for me to choose the shirt I wanted to wear.

"Those are all expensive Pablo.." I said not wanting to sleep in something that costed like my monthly subscription to Netflix and he chuckled shaking his head while pulling out one his Boss shirts I always complimented when he wore.

"Arms up princesita" he said and I blushed doing as he asked as he put the shirt over my body making it fall all the way below my knees like a perfect length dress.

"Looks better on you anyways..so how about we make some hot coco? I have mini marshmallows from last time too?" he said and I suddenly smiled wide that being my favorite drink which he knew really well. His eyes teared up and I was confused what happened.

"You have such a beautiful smile..you deserve to always smile preciosa...always" he said kissing the top of my head and I told him that it was alright and that I was used to dealing with this.

"Da igual.." you sigh shaking your head.

"No da igual..I promise to give you the life in which you will always smile.." he said and that made you smile more moving closer and kissing his lips lovingly. We might be young, but I trusted Pablo comeptlely and I knew he knows more about love than my adult parents ever will.

"No more tears! We are going to go make ourselves some coco and then we can cuddle if you want?" he said and I nodded quickly saying there is nothing better I could think of.

"Okay careful, preciosa. It's hot when I pour it and you can put in the marshmallows" he said and you smiled that he was always so careful not to hurt you and you waited for him to pour before putting in the squishy marshmallows in with a smile.

We sat down with our mugs and he pulled me into his arms. While I sipped on my coco, he was searching the channels smiling when he looked down at saw the little moustache I had on my face.

"Que?" I said when I saw him giggling and he used his fingers to clean me up putting it into my mouth afterwards making me blush.

"Tu eres tan preciosa" he said kissing my lips sweetly while I giggled telling him that I like Friends and that we can watch it which he quickly agreed.

We watched almost five episodes when i felt sleepy moving closer and resting my head on his shoulder while he held me tightly against himself which is exactly what I needed in this moment.

"Muchas gracias Pablo..for picking me up..and for taking care of me..Te amo mucho" I said and he smiled nodding his head and kissing the top of my head.

"Yo tambien te amo muchisimo princesita mia. No need to thank me..it's my job to take care of mi novia whenever she needs me..and I love whenever you can sleep over" he said and I smiled nodding my head and slowly dozing off to sleep.

I was already fast sleep on his chest when my phone rang and Pablo took it seeing it was my dad on the other line. His jaw clenched as he answered the call making sure to be quiet not to disturb your sleep.

"She's fine, sir. She's with me and I will take care of her..you have no idea how special your daughter is..and she doesn't deserve any of this" he said to the man before hanging up and kissing the top of your head promising himself to always be there to protect you and to give you the life you deserve in the future.

I hope you like it and I hope it helps in any way amor <3 Again, if you need to talk I'm always here! Stay strong!

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oneshots-heaven · 3 months

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THE MOTEL ROOM — "The Begin"

Since the beginning, Dick Grayson and you were trained and put up as the perfect rivals. Two individuals with different perspectives who yet want the same out of life. Meeting each other over and over again, it is the same situation: one wins, the other loses—but it all ends in the same motel room.

And it all began with the day you two met...

Warning: NSFW — explicit violence, cursing, mentions of injuries/killing in detail, mentioned co-dependence (mentor/mentee), bit angsty fluff Pre-Titans — Dick Grayson x Reader

Your knee hit with force right in the groin of the men attacking you, kneeling him down in one swing. Fear widened the eyes of his partners, yet they stood their ground. As much as they wished to simply give in to their fear, they all had given their boss a vow that did not allow them to do so. Eyes glistening, you smiled grimly, recking your chin up as you signaled them to come right at you.

No matter how much you made them shit their pants, they were still men with their full blown ego. Every second they showed their fear of a girl, it felt like poison to them and they hated it.

A roaring sound filled the badly lit alley as the first men stepped forward, wielding his fists at you. Ducking it easily, you had already grabbed his arm, twisting it harshly. The others came at you, trying to help their poor fellow. While their hatred fueled their actions, yours were fueled by the euphoric sound of their pain, pushing the adrenaline in your body as it worked its will.

Two of them hang onto your arms, holding them back as tightly as they possibly could, to give the third one a free way to fight you off. What a brutal mistake they’d made.

Just as they can close off to hurt you, you smashed your head hard enough against his nose. Crying out loud, he tumbled back, raising his arms to his bleeding nose. The only concern he could suddenly concentrate on. Using all the muscle strength you had in your core, you pulled the men down with you. Only difference was that unlike them, you rolled yourself gracefully over your shoulder, leaving them on the ground.

They would struggle for a longer while.

Leaving them behind in the alley, you started to run over to the old brick factory where all the chaos came from. Fucking hell, this hadn’t been how your mentor and you had pictured this entire situation to go down, but standing here and crying about it wouldn’t change it now either. As for now, the knowing that your mentor probably had the situation handled was the only relief.

Running into the factory, you tried to catch up with her, but soon realized you ran into much more trouble than you had imagined. The small group of the Duke’s men outside now resembled a foreplay, while what happened in front of your eyes was the true battle ground, and it didn’t take long until you were noticed.

“Looks like the cat has let out her kitten,“ one laughed, pulling all the attention to where his gaze was glued—you.

The men came storming toward you, you only had the briefest of a moment to overlook the situation. Not enough to try and check how your mentor was doing.

Drawing out your knives from your thigh halter, you greeted the fight with a vicious grin. Once there may had been a time where you had used to hold back, but you couldn’t remember any of it. Those days were long over and given by their blind reaction, they all underestimated you and they would be sorry for it. The first hit felt freeing, like a calling to a greater power. This was what you were born for, trained to master and dared to live.

Their throaty groans and roars echoed in your ears as your knives struck into some of the weakest points of their bodies, their soft skin lushly craving in, standing no chance against your quick movements. Until they got ahead of themselves, one dared to grab after one of your knives, walking into open fire as it dived deep through his arm, blood splashing right in your face.

Fuck this shit.

Fueled by every single of their groans, you struck over and over again, fighting your way through the newly formed group of opponents until all of your gymnastic and tactic skills weren’t enough anymore. You felt the cold metal resting against your skull. You didn’t even have to turn to know what it was, your gut told you. Putting down the bloody knives back in your halter, you breathed out just as a shot rang through the chaos of the old factory.

Your entire body tightened in surprise, however, the plump sound of a body falling down to the ground was the testimony you were waiting for. Gulping, still struck by the sudden shock, you turned slowly to see that someone had perfectly hit the pulse artery of your opponent’s neck.

“Were you waiting for death?“ someone called out.

A guy, not much taller than you, dressed in a dark costume with a cape draped over his shoulders and a black mask covering his eyes, came closer to you. You’d never seen him before.

“And who are you?“ you asked, instead of answering his question.

His dark, brown hair was long enough to fall into his face, almost covering his eyes. Nevertheless, it didn’t seem to be a handicap as he appeared to be an excellent shooter.

His equally dark gaze met yours, eyeing you seemingly from inch to inch. “Doesn’t matter, but looks like we fight for the same side.“

Much worse than the shot was the sudden astonishing sound of an explosion that shook the walls of the entire factory, filling it with fire, broken glass and rubble that spread everywhere. Within one swift movement, the stranger had swung his cape over your bodies shielding you both from the massive heat wave and shatter that rolled over you. Your ribcage was moving heavily against his firm one as you found yourself held securely in his arms.

“Don’t expect me to thank you for that.“

“I won’t.“ he assured you bitterly.

The stranger pulled back his cape, revealing the destruction that had just occurred. Your body trembled next to his, feeling his assuring warmth leaving you. Although fear had become a foreign feeling to you, it always found a way to creep back up on you. It had been long since you had last seen your mentor and this was going far out of control. You couldn’t trust the blindness of trust anymore—you had to make sure she was fine.

Without another word to the stranger, you headed straight toward the destruction, knowing something or someone had caused it and that your mentor couldn’t be far from it. Gun shots, followed by unfamiliar yells came right from the direction of the towering rubble. The explosion had wrecked down almost an entire wall, flooding the factory with the construction lights from outside.

Chaos was erupting wherever she looked, drowning any of her thoughts with the sounds of gun shots and cries. Swinging out of nowhere onto the facade scaffolding, your mentor came into your sight, followed by a darker, taller figure. One that she never officially introduced you to, yet always talked about—it was Batman. Indulging in the fight happening around them, they were fighting side by side.

“Guess you’re right. We do fight for the same side.“ you murmured, noticing how the stranger had caught up to you.

The calm before the storm lasted for the briefest of moments. Much like your mentor, the stranger suddenly whipped backwards out of nowhere, and within one bones-cracking movement, he had brought down a man, stomping brutally on his hand to force him to let go of the knife he wanted to attack you with. His yells drove deep through your bones, vexing you in the best way possible.

Glancing from the man to the stranger, you had so much to say but no words came out.

“Then you better show me what you’ve got.“ he challenged you, nodding to the incoming trouble rushing toward you. You heard his knuckles crack, balling his fists as you drew out your knives, ready to take on any fight if it meant to keep your and might as well his mentor’s back free.

As the group of Duke’s misfits came closer to you, you immediately recognized their change of weaponry—for the worse, as they had exchanged the usual guns to the Duke’s specialized ones.

“Don’t get hit,“ you warned, knowing the greater danger of the Duke’s bullets.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.“

Furiously you turned around, sending him a glare for that pet name. He was cocky, overall too confident to be this cool through a fight that could potentially end his life, and it frustrated you to the maximum. This wasn’t some sort of game, no matter how much he tried to turn it that way. Neither of you wouldn’t make it out without any hurt if you didn’t watch out. He, however, recked his chin up, as if he was daring death by any chance to come by.

Combat was nothing compared to a gun, it would always defy the other, but you were quick—quicker than them with their guns. The stranger was too, he struck perfectly every single time, bringing down men after men. Shots rang from everywhere, spiraling around you and your opponents, trying your best to keep yourself away from the bullets.

But no training could make every flaw of one vanish. A high-pitch voice cried out from a far, ringing in your ears, causing you to turn your attention away for the split of a moment. On the rooftop of the factory next door was your mentor with a dark shadow draped over her. Your heartbeat got stuck in your throat, causing you to gasp after air. He would keep her safe, or that was at least what you hoped for.

A laughter, followed by someone calling out for you, pulled you harshly out of your trance. The shot rung so insanely close by you that you were able to feel the vibration. You tried catching your breath, it had almost scraped your skin.

No material was able to withstand the Duke’s experimental bullets—they were perfect into its smallest detail and were as deadly as their description. As soon as they entered one’s skin barrier, the bullet would shatter into millions of small pieces, wounding one very little at first, before painfully killing them due to internal bleeding.

You looked the horror straight in the eye as another shot rung, seeing exactly how the bullet hit the stranger through his suit in the lower abdomen. All color vanished from your face. Within seconds, he crunched in pain, unable to keep up the defense and becoming an easy target for your opponents, but not if he was with you.

Picking up the blades that you had dropped, you picked up one by one before they’d come to the realization what you were doing. Pushing yourself up on your feet, you threw the first knife, striking straight into the neck of one, and then another. The anger, and mainly worry for the stranger, blinded and caused you to go riot. You had no idea if the bullet had hit him or not, if he was bleeding already, however you couldn’t get to him, not if there were still people attacking you around.

The last one plunged forward, wrapping his arm around your neck, choking you with his hold. Grabbing onto his arm, you stabilized yourself from his sudden act but were quick to think, ramming your knife the next second in the soft part of his thigh, probably slashing a few veins in the process. His groans echoed in your ears, as you pressed your lips angrily together, ripping it out again, only to wind it down again and again until he let go of you.

His cries of pain grew louder as you kneeled him in his groin, letting him sack onto his knees. His angered eyes were glued onto you. The only words that escaped his mouth were bad names, but you didn’t care, it would be his last ones. Your knife slashed his throat, ceasing away his voice, having the blood splashing right in your face as you dig your knife deep enough for him to never speak again.

The voice of your mentor echoed through your head. Ever since the beginning, she had taught you that death was the last option, and although you could have punished that man without killing him, it was what he had deserved.

Glancing over to the stranger, you instantly banished any further thought of regret out of your head, running over and crashing right down on your knees next to him. His breath whistled through his throat, his chest only heaved with struggle causing your hands to become shaky. He couldn’t die in front of you after just saving your life, this wouldn’t be fair. You took a closer look where the bullet hit, checking for the awful impact, as relief rushed over you. The Duke’s ultimate weapon may not be as unavoidable as he thinks. The bullet had struck deep into the hard shell of his suit, withholding the full impact of it.

“Thank God,“ you breathed, meeting the stranger’s helpless gaze as you held onto him.

The unsteady metal platform underneath you vibrated under the jolt as someone—might add elegantly—swung their way onto it. In-between the chaos of it all, your mentor came closer to you, noticing what had happened. Kneeling down on the opposite sided of the stranger, she leaned down, also inspected the wound with great fear.

“He’s lucky,“ you told her, pointing at the bullet entrance. “The suit shell stopped the bullet, somehow. I can stabilize him and then we can go find the Duke.“

“No,“ your mentor interrupted you immediately, brushing the dark brown hair of the stranger out of his face, a motherly gesture, as if she knew him. A concerned, yet loving gaze hushed over her face as you watched her closely. “You need to bring him away from here, somewhere safe. Check on him and make sure he survives the night. I’ll come for you.“

As you processed her words, you shook your head. This had become the biggest mission for your mentor and you since the beginning of it all. You had hunted down the Duke for almost an entire year by now, only for all of this to turn out much bigger than either of you had expected. With almost experienced firsthand what the bullet could do, there was no way in hell you would let her do this without your help, even if she didn’t need it. You were trained for this, and for this only. You couldn’t let her do this on her own.

Letting go of the stranger, you pushed yourself up and caught her wrist. “No, I’m coming with you.“

“We’ll handle this, trust me.“ she said, grabbing your hand, squeezing it tightly before letting go of you, ready to storm into the next fight. “Please, do me the favor and protect Robin.“

Jumping off the platform, she was quick to getaway, leaving you behind with the stranger.

“No, I can’t,“ you yelled out, “Selina!“

Your eyes had burned as your mentor had turned her back on you, and even though every fiber of your body argued to go after her, you did as you were told to.

Unlike you, the stranger didn’t argue when you had draped his arms over your shoulders, helping him to get back up on his feet. His face had contorted in pain as he straightened himself. Without any second thought about it, you had reached out for his free hand to press it together with yours against the wound, because even though you didn’t know him, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. You had spent the entire past months analyzing every data and material about the Duke’s bullets you could get your hands on, knowing the brutal impact they caused all too well.

As you had made your way carefully through the rubble of the factory, headed outside, a car came into your view. You didn’t care whose car it was, only having on your mind that you were in need of one to take the two of you somewhere safe, and you were glad that the stranger apparently didn’t care either.

Gotham City’s streetlights flickered past you as you rushed through the late night traffic, driving out of the city, stopping somewhere in-between the highway and the next suburb at a familiar run down motel, where rarely anyone ever willingly stayed at. It was run by an old lady and her son, whom received anonymous checks with money once in a while for her unknown guests. It had served your mentor and you well many times, it was the perfect hideout when things got wrong as no one would ever question it.

Given the dried blood all over your clothes and face, and the weapons strapped onto almost every limb of your body, you were more than thankful now to not go up and having to pay for a room. Instead you simply had done it as always—cracked the lock open and entered as if the place belonged to you.

The blood hardened on your face, yet you could feel it cracking when you found yourself kneeled in front of the stranger, whom you had placed into the dusty, old wing chair. With great carefulness and even greater improvisation, you tried your utter best to take care of his wound, patting with a cloth soaked in cheap vodka from the minibar onto the wound. A sharp whimper left his mouth.

“I’m sorry.“

“It’s fine,“ he falsely assured you through gritted teeth, looking down at you.

Ignoring his lie, you shook your head as you continued to clean out the wound. It was far from being anything merely close to being fine, it was worse than you had thought. Although the hard shell of his suit had stopped the bullet’s full impact from entering his body, it had burned partly through the material, leaving a nasty, large burned scar on his lower torso. Unclothing him without hurting him at the same time seemed impossible, the suit material had burned slightly onto his skin.

“I’m almost done,“ you told him, not knowing what else to talk about. You didn’t even know him, and the silent tension in the room was suffocating you.

He didn’t say anything in return to, instead, he tried his best to suppress any noise of pain. Besides the small vodka bottle, you hadn’t found much to take care of his wound. It was pure luck that it was only a burned flesh wound, instead of an open one. Otherwise, you would’ve been fucked as there was nothing laying around to remotely sew it close. By ripping and shredding a towel with your knife, which went dull in the process of it, you had managed to makeshift a bandage for him.

“Here, lean forward,“ you took the prepared bandage in your hand.

Slowly he leaned forward, groaning in pain with every movement. As quickly as you were able to, you wrapped the towel remains around his torso, pulling it tight. It didn’t need to hold for long, it just needed to help him survive the night.

“It’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing,“ you sighed, reassuring yourself that the bandage was secure enough. Split seconds later, you held in, noticing your hands near his naked upper body, so close that you feel his warmth, his heartbeat racing, his breathing slowing down. In the next, you felt his eyes scrutinizing every inch of you, making you glance up to him to meet his eyes, only to catch him with parted lips.

”Thank you,“ he breathed quietly in return.

You gulped under the tension of his eyes watching you, letting go of his hips as you pushed yourself away from him until you could lean against the end of the bed. For the first time in this long night, you felt some sort of relief as you leaned your head back against the old mattress. Every part of your body felt tensed and sore, and while you tried your hardest to stay wake, you craved nothing more than to crawl into that dusty bed and get some rest.

But you didn’t close your eyes. You couldn’t fall asleep, not until you saw her again and knew that nothing happened to her. Looking at the stranger, you were sure he felt the same way as he moved around unsettled in that chair, feeling miserable as he was unable to do anything due to the crushing pain that kept him sitting right there.

“So, you’re Robin, huh? Batman’s little sidekick?“

A muffled chuckle escaped his mouth. “I’m far from being little.“

“You’re not even a head taller than me.“

He shrugged, regretting it immediately as another sharp whip of pain hit him. “So what, I’m still growing, unlike you probably.“

He wasn’t wrong about that.

“You’re the Kitten everyone talks about.“ he said after you hadn’t said anything in return to him.

You pressed your lips to a small smile. “That’s at least what everyone calls me.“

He pushed himself further down in the chair, letting out a breathy groan in response. “I already guessed that that wasn’t your real name.“

Meeting his dark gaze, you replied, “Well, I’ll take that Robin isn’t your real name either.“

“No, it’s Dick.“

“Dick? For real?“ you snorted, seeing the annoyance written all over his face as he rolled his eyes. “No, I get it. Short for Richard, right? I’m Y/N.“

He didn’t say anything in reply to that. You’d received nothing beyond a simple, barely recognizable nod. Not a false ’nice to meet you’, nor a silly comeback comment about your name. Instead, he and you fell into silence again, heads resting with eyes so heavy, drained from any energy and feeling so desperate for rest, yet neither of you dared to fall asleep.

“You still have blood on your face.“

You felt it, how it dried down all over your face, cracking with every movement. Once your immediate reaction would have been to touch your face in astonished shock, now however, things were quite different. Instead, you sat there doing absolutely nothing about it. “I know,“ you replied quietly, “I don’t care.“

It was the truth, you didn’t a bit. It left you cold.

“What do you care about?“

The tone of his voice clearly mocked you, although its tiredness, and it made you furious. Let alone looking at him suddenly made you regret that you had saved him as he was the reason you were stuck here. The reason why you weren’t with your mentor, fighting alongside her like you were supposed to. Now all you were left with his mockery tone and the bitter unknown of your mentor’s well-being.

Batman may was with her, and God knows, what a skilled fighter he was, but that wasn’t enough for you. Your mentor and you had stood together for years now after she had taken you under her wing, no one knew her better than you did. You knew every move of hers, you knew when you were about to win, as well as when to give up a fight. No one could protect her as you could.

For months, you had watched the Duke and his following, trained and prepared to overthrow, only to end up being stuck with a stranger in a motel room.

“You know what I do care about?“ it left your mouth quicker, more harsher than you had intended. “I care about Selina. I care about the mission I had with her before Batman and you came along. We’ve had a plan, it would have all been fine if you hadn’t showed up, because now I’m stuck here, not knowing when or if she comes back, and that’s all your fault.“

“If I hadn’t shown up, they would’ve shot you right in the head.“

“So it be!“ you cried out.

He scoffed. “You can’t be serious.“

“Oh, I fucking am.“

All the pain seemed forgotten as he sat up straight, his eyes so sterling furious.

“Look, I understand exactly how you feel, but this was so much bigger than either of us had expected. We would’ve only been a burden for them, instead of help, and you would’ve been dead if I hadn’t been there to save you. As much as you have saved me with this.“ he argued, his voice cracking by the end, motioning to the bandage you had made. “I know this unknown sucks, but they will make it through. They’ve faced worse together already, have a little faith in them. She’ll come back for you.“

Hot tears shot in your eyes, as you loosened your balled fists. Facing away from him, you blinked them away, trying your utter best to keep yourself contained. You felt like a fool for reacting this intensely, especially in front of him. You’d noticed yourself a while ago how bad it had gotten, how much you depended on your relationship with Selina. She was the only family you had left and although she was far more experienced than you, letting her alone in a situation like this scared you.

Your dependence made you vulnerable, and somehow you were glad that Dick didn’t use that as an advantage against you. Instead, he had said what you had needed to hear, almost as if he truly knew what it felt like to be this helpless and weak.

“Do you think this is what we’re supposed to do, what they’ve secretly wanted? Exchange our real names, befriend each other, because we’re both sidekicks?“

His mouth twitched upwards. “If you rather want me to call you kitten, I can do that.“

“No, I like it when—“ you murmured, suddenly regretting being so harsh to him. “Call me by my real name.“

“If you call me by mine.“ he said sincere, and for the briefest of moments, you held onto that. It was perhaps the closest thing to a friendship you’d experienced in years.

Part 2 coming soon.

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stevesbestgirl · 10 months

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Phases of the Moon - Part 5

Steven Grant x f!Reader, eventual Marc Spector x f!Reader

7317 words

Warnings: chances of a few swears, SOFT, like for real it’s gross, cliche AF

A/N: Surprise! This date is so long, it actually has to be three parts. This is a feast of my soft, simp BS

As always, keep in mind that I am not a system and am not an expert. All of my information about their relationship comes from the Moon Knight show and I use that as my reference point.

*Bold type is spoken by Marc when Steven is fronting.*

Masterlist

You walked in silence, albeit a comfortable one, until the museum came back into view.

“You sure you don’t mind touring me around some more?”

“Course not,” Steven said, climbing the steps beside you, “It gets me more time with you, don’t it?”

You smiled, “I would’ve stuck around after lunch anyway if you’d wanted."

Steven's response faded as you stepped inside the lobby, his gaze landing on the information desk where Donna was speaking to a woman in a nice-looking blazer. As though she could sense Steven's presence, her gaze flicked up to him before trailing slowly down to your hand still clutched in his.

To her credit, she did a fair job of keeping her expression even, but you thought you saw a flicker of a grimace before she smiled, "Speak of the devil, here he is now!" She raised her hand in an uncharacteristically friendly wave, "Stevie, could you come over here a moment?"

Steven paled, "Oh god, what have I done now?"

You offered him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand, "Shall we go and find out?"

He seemed to relax a bit at the reminder of your touch, taking a deep breath and nodding. But as you approached, the woman in the blazer turned around, a pleasant smile on her face, "Mr. Grant, what perfect timing you've got." She offered him her hand, "My name is Daisy Caldwell, I sit on the museum board."

Steven looked absolutely petrified. You made to drop his hand, but he kept a tight hold on you and he hesitantly accepted the handshake with his thankfully-free right hand, "Hello, nice to meet you. You can call me Steven if you like." His response was good, aside from the faint tremble in his voice.

Daisy either didn't notice or didn't mind, "Lovely to meet you, Steven. Sorry to bother you on your free day, but do you have a spare moment?"

He glanced at you, a bit panicked, but you gave him an encouraging smile. He cleared his throat, "Sure- I mean, of course."

Daisy beamed, "Fantastic! Donna, might we borrow your office for a few minutes?"

Donna nodded quickly, "Absolutely, not a problem." You'd never seen her quite so tame before; it was oddly satisfying to see Donna sucking up to her own boss.

This time you did release Steven's hand, trailing your fingers over his until they slid off, "Meet you in the west wing in a bit then?"

He sent a nervous glance at Daisy, who'd stepped aside to give you two a moment, "Yeah, sounds good."

You wanted to cup his face in your hands and tell him not to worry, but you just smiled, "I’ll be waiting.”

You headed off toward the west wing of the museum and Steven followed Daisy in the opposite direction. You spared only idle glances at the museum’s displays; they weren’t half as interesting without Steven beside them, waving his hands around.

You hoped he wasn’t in trouble. After all, you’d been making him slip a little bit in his performance. But you couldn’t fathom why they would send one of the board members to reprimand him; Donna was perfectly capable of doing that.

It was maybe ten minutes of nervous pacing before Steven returned. To your surprise, Daisy was trailing behind him. She paused, hovering in the doorway while Steven crossed the room in long strides, his face alight with excitement. As he reached you, your question faded to nothing on your tongue as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

This was different from when you’d hugged him earlier. He wasn’t trying to keep his arms from being too heavy around you or afraid to squeeze you too tightly. His arms just circled around your waist and pulled you in, his hands coming up between your shoulder blades to hold you close to him.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as you hugged him back, your worries temporarily forgotten as you noticed how warm he was. Too soon, it was over and he released you, keeping his grip only on your shoulders while he leaned in close to whisper urgently, “They saw the reviews. She came here to offer me an interview for a tour guide.”

“Steven, that’s incredible!”

He nodded, grinning from ear to ear, “Yeah, I think it’s going pretty well- I answered all of her questions.”

“Going? As in still?”

He paused, like he suddenly remembered why he’d come rushing in, “Yeah- right- she wanted to see a bit of the tour for herself.” He slid his hands down over your arms to clutch your hands in his, “But only if you don’t mind. We are on a date after all-”

“Of course I don’t mind, Steven! This is your dream job, what are you waiting for?” You shooed him off in her direction, in complete disbelief that he would risk messing up his interview for your date.

He allowed you to push him in her direction, but he paused, spinning around to face you again with a soft smile on his lips, “You’re the greatest, you know that, love?”

You felt your own lips twitch, “Tell me about it after your interview.”

Steven laughed, a giddy kind of laugh that seemed to catch even him off guard; you hadn’t ever seen him so excited. Which was saying something because he was often excited. It was oddly endearing- the way he overflowed with energy, with dumbfounded disbelief at what he likely thought was good fortune. You would argue it was simply karmic balance; Steven was good, therefore he deserved to have good things happen to him.

He would never believe it, of course. Steven seemed to have the belief that he did not deserve the things he wanted in life- at least, based on his reaction to good things happening to him. Which was probably why he’d insisted his gift shop position wasn’t so bad; he’d come to expect the disappointing- the unfair. So in turn, every time something good happened to him, he was ecstatic because he truly hadn’t expected it. He didn’t expect anything. He seemed to continually pour himself into everything- his positivity, his enthusiasm, his honesty- he offered it all up to everyone around him and expected nothing in return. And that wasn’t going to stand with you.

As you watched him politely invite Daisy to join you on the tour, you decided you wanted to fix that. You didn’t want Steven to accept so little when he deserved more.

“Thanks for letting me join you,” Daisy said as she and Steven approached. “I’m so sorry to intrude-”

“It’s no problem, really,” you insisted.

Steven glanced at Daisy before smiling at you, “She’s the one who left the first review after all.”

Daisy chuckled, “I had a feeling.”

Steven beamed, clapping his hands together, “Shall we get started then?”

Admittedly, it wasn’t the ideal time for an interview; you wanted Steven to yourself today. But once he started the tour, you realized you didn’t need to worry. He made an effort to include Daisy- and others, once your little group began to accumulate- in the experience. But even if he wasn’t able to give you his full attention like he usually did, his eyes always returned to you at the end. After each explanation, his gaze returned to your face like that was his resting point.

And he was doing so well; his pacing was flawless and his delivery was downright smooth. You felt an unjustified sense of pride, watching him explain ancient Egyptian battle tactics like they were the rules to checkers. But then he looked to you, faltering mid-explanation and then you realized you were smiling like an idiot watching him speak.

Steven chuckled, “Sorry all- pretty girl- lost my train of thought, didn’t I?”

Your cheeks warmed and you mouthed an apology to Steven before he started back up again, trying to keep your expression in check.

An hour into the tour, Daisy motioned Steven to the side. You gave him a subtle thumbs up as he followed her over by some display cases filled with pottery, trying not to stare. Steven’s back was to you anyway; without his facial expressions to clue you in, you were completely in the dark. But she had to be offering him the position, he’d done an amazing job.

You stole another glance just as Daisy held her hand out to him. You chewed nervously on your lip, watching him shake her hand. He remained still until she’d walked away, but you were already halfway there.

“Well?” You clasped your hands together in a silent plea, trying to get a bead on his expression. His lips were parted, eyes wide with surprise; but it was unclear whether it was good or bad.

“She offered me the position.” His gaze lifted to yours and you were surprised to find his eyes glassy, “I’m gonna be a tour guide.”

“Steven, that’s amazing!” You shrunk slightly under the glances from other museum patrons, but you were positively bubbling, “I’m so happy for you- it’s well deserved!”

“Well it’s all because of you, isn’t it?” He folded you into another tight hug, “You’re bloody incredible!”

Your laugh was muffled slightly by his shoulder, “I didn’t do anything; that was all you!”

He pulled you back just as quickly as he’d pulled you in, “You left that review-”

“I wouldn’t have left such a nice review if you hadn’t done such a good job,” you smirked.

“You got the others to do it too,” he pointed out.

“Okay, that I did because I liked you,” you admitted. “But I didn’t ask them to lie; they said those nice things about you because they believed them.”

“I wouldn’t have even been giving tours if not for you,” he insisted.

You reached up to cup his cheeks between your hands, firmly meeting his gaze, “Steven, you deserve this. You earned it.”

His cheeks warmed under your touch and his gaze flicked away, his tongue poking out to wet his lips, “Right.” He swallowed thickly before hugging you again, his movements slow and deliberate.

“What’s that for?”

“I’m really glad I met you,” he mustered, sounding a bit off. You waited for the follow up that was clearly lingering, “And I really wanted to kiss you just now.” He did sound a bit flustered.

You pulled back just a little bit, still in his grasp but you could see his face, “Why didn’t you then?”

His face glowed a brighter shade of rose, “Well I wanna treat you right, yeah? Don’t want to rush and all.”

You couldn’t help it- the way your eyes drifted to his lips. You guiltily met his gaze again, “Yeah, alright. That makes sense.” You touched your forehead to his, biting your lip; you had to remember, no rushing Steven.

“Come on now, love, you’re not making this easy on me,” he breathed, closing his eyes in hopes that not looking at you might make it easier.

“Sorry.” You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I’m glad I met you too, Steven. And I’m really happy for you.” You heard his breath catch when your lips touched his skin; it was almost intoxicating to think you had so much of an effect on him.

Looking rather warm, Steven finally released you, suddenly remembering his promotion. He offered you a guilty smile; between Marc adamantly demanding that Steven kiss you and the way you bit your lip while your eyelashes fluttered, he’d almost missed his chance to court you the proper way.

He glanced at his watch, “So, do you want to finish the tour then?”

“Definitely- we need to finish mine before you start giving them to just anyone,” you teased.

He gave an exasperated smile, “Yours is special, innit?”

You took a half a step forward, “You say that now, but I’d bet tour guides see lots of pretty girls.”

He chuckled as you slipped your hands into his, “Maybe they do, but it don’t matter, does it? I’ve already seen the prettiest girl who’s ever gonna walk in this museum. Or any museum. Or anywhere, really.”

Heat rushed to your face and you leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder, “Steven, you can’t say stuff like that to me.”

“Well why not?” He couldn’t stop the hand that came up to hold your arm.

“Don’t you remember? You said you’d be honest with me.”

“If that’s all, then I can say it just fine because it’s true,” he argued.

“Steven-”

“And if I’m being completely honest, if you stay close much longer I’m going to lose my resolve and then I’ll be a bit upset with myself-”

“Right, sorry,” you backed up, hoping your face wasn’t still too flushed.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” He held out his hand, “Ready?”

Slipping your hand into his, you followed him back to the display you’d left off on. Before he could start, you piped up, “I didn’t mention, but you were amazing today. If you were nervous, I couldn’t tell at all.”

He shuffled his feet a bit, looking pleased, “I wasn’t really nervous, to tell you the truth.”

You grinned, “Steven, your hands were trembling when you introduced yourself to Daisy. How were you not nervous?”

“I just acted like it was one of our tours- just you and me.” He shrugged, “I only had to look around a bit more than usual.”

You dropped his hand and moved a few steps away, “And you want me not to kiss you? Unbelievable. The nerve, honestly.”

Steven laughed, “Just trust me, love.” And strangely, you did. You’d barely known Steven for a couple of weeks, but he already felt like comfort to you. Safe. You smiled.

He suddenly grinned, “Do you think she’s told Donna yet?”

You laughed at Steven’s reaction, “She’s going to be so mad.”

“Well, I’m board-appointed now, so best of luck to her if she wants to bin me.”

You smiled; his newfound confidence was very cute. Although his face did fall slightly when he reached for your hand and you dodged him. You quickly explained, “Not that I don’t want to hold your hand- I do, very much. But I, uh- I like watching you talk.”

Your smile betrayed your embarrassment, but Steven didn’t seem to pick up on it, “You like watching me talk?”

You raised your hands and moved them a bit, “You talk with your hands.” You pressed your lips together to suppress a smile; you weren’t trying to tease him. Not really.

“Do I?” he chuckled, “Guess I never really thought about it then. You like that?” You nodded, a small smile breaking through your defenses. “Guess we should start then, yeah?”

You nodded again, “Yeah.”

You worried for a moment he might be self-conscious, but it only lasted a minute. Once he got going, his hands went back to their usual energetic state, although he kept brushing your hand with his, much like you’d done earlier. Finally, his knuckles brushed against yours again and you captured his hand in yours.

He broke, mid-thought, glancing your way, but you just smiled at him, “I’ll just hang onto this one. Please continue.” He grinned, but he continued talking, moving through the exhibits while you stayed close to his side.

Finally, he came to a halt in front of the final display, “This is it, love. Last bit.”

You chewed your lip, “Is it weird that I don’t want to finish now?”

“You don’t want it to be over either, do you?” He spoke softly, like he couldn’t quite believe it.

You laughed, “Well aren’t we a couple of sentimental fools?”

“I think it’s sort of romantic.”

“It can be two things,” you half-smiled. Steven tilted his head, pensive for a moment; he’d heard that somewhere recently. “Well, if you ever want to end things with me, you can just tell me you want to finish the tour. I’ll definitely take the hint.”

He glanced at the display, “It’s not really all that interesting anyway.”

“I don’t believe for one second you don’t find whatever is in this case interesting, Steven Grant.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted. “I thought it might make you feel better about not knowing.”

“What a gentleman.”

“Aren’t I?”

You laughed, reaching up to straighten his collar, “You certainly are.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, “You’re awful close again, love.”

You only hummed, brushing the edge of your finger over the underside of his chin so he would tip his chin up. He complied, slowly looking up and taking a deep breath as you adjusted the fabric carefully.

Once you were finished, you stepped back, offering him an innocent smile, “Your collar was crooked. A gentleman can’t’ have a crooked collar when he gets invited to dinner.”

It took a second for the message to get through, “You want to have dinner?”

“I thought we could celebrate your promotion and I’ve been having a nice time-”

“I’d love to. I’d really love to.”

You beamed, “Great. Where do you recommend we go?”

“Is there anywhere you like?” He actually did have somewhere in mind, but he’d chosen for lunch.

“There’s this one place I went to with Dalton and Mandy when I first arrived. But I’m not sure if they have a vegan menu.”

“I’m sure they’ve got salad or bread or something-”

“Steven,” you gave him an exasperated look, “I can look online to see if they have anything. You’re not having just salad and bread for your celebratory meal.” Before he could argue, you’d pulled out your phone and were looking up the menu.

Steven watched you, a faint smile on his face. He was feeling very lucky. And there was this little voice in the back of his mind, urging him to kiss you- one he was certain wasn’t Marc.

You sighed, “Not much luck. You sure you don’t know anywhere good?” You glanced up at him, catching him staring, “What? Are you upset I won’t let you eat salad and bread for dinner, because-”

“No, no,” he laughed, “I do know a place.”

Fifteen minutes later, you walked into a little restaurant a couple of blocks away. The sun was just dipping below the horizon,casting orange light through the door when the pair of you stepped inside. It wasn’t quite as cute on the inside as the little cafe you’d gone to for lunch, but it was clean and everything looked well cared for.

“Two tonight, Steven?” The woman at the hostess station was maybe in her forties, dressed in a simple, black dress. She looked rather pleased to see Steven here with a date.

Steven looked shy at the attention, but he nodded, “I know it’s a long shot, being Saturday night and all, but do you have my usual spot?”

“It just opened up, actually, so you’re in luck. Let me have someone clean up and I’ll take you over.”

“Thank you."

As she bustled away, you glanced curiously at Steven, “Are you a regular here?”

He nodded, “Best vegan pasta in the city, if you ask me. I’m in a few times a month, probably. That’s one of the owners, Deborah. Her husband, Nigel, does the cooking.” Chuckling, he admitted, “Not much of a cook, myself.”

You pictured Steven coming in here to eat by himself, a few times a month for god knows how long. He didn’t sound too distraught over it, but you couldn’t understand why the man had seemingly been alone for so long.

He squeezed your hand, “You alright? I can learn to cook-”

“No-” you laughed, “I’m great. Just happy to be here with you.”

That familiar rosy glow crept over his cheeks, “Oh- yeah- me too. I’m happy to be here with you too.”

Deborah returned, waving for the two of you to follow, “Alright, come on out with me.”

You glanced at Steven, “Out?”

He smiled, “You’ll see.”

You followed her through the center of the floor to the back door, where she pushed through and held the door open for you and Steven.

“You know the way, Steven, your server will be out in a minute.” You were dimly aware of Deborah speaking, but you didn’t really register the words; the patio led to the yard, where a few tables were spread out across the grassy landscape, lit by criss-crossing string lights. It was absolutely gorgeous.

Steven watched you pause as you stepped through the doorway, your eyes widening in wonder at the scene. He watched you gaze around, still clutching his hand and he felt himself smile.

Deborah nudged his shoulder, muttering, “Go and get her, yeah?”

He tore his gaze away from you only long enough to process what she’d said, his eyes snapping back to the little smile on your lips before nodding, swallowing a bit hard, “Yeah- yeah, I will.”

“Thatta boy.” She gave him a little shake before disappearing back inside.

Steven slipped his hand from yours, only to rest it on the small of your back, urging you off to one of the corners, “Come on, love, we’ll be over here.” You followed his direction, still gazing around at the lights, only now noticing the flowers around the perimeter of the lattice fence. “It’s quite nice, innit?”

You were already feeling a bit dysfunctional from the view and Steven’s palm pressed against your back had your head spinning, “Yeah.”

He pulled your chair out, guiding you into it before taking his own seat, “You like it then?” His head bobbed once like he was encouraging you to nod.

“I love it,” you agreed. “It’s,” you gazed around once more, “Gorgeous.”

Steven smiled, his gaze never touching the decor, “Yeah, sure is.”

The patio doors opened and the server, a rather pretty young woman dressed in black, swept over, brandishing a bottle of wine and two glasses. Steven looked confused, so you spoke up, “I’m sorry, we didn’t order any wine.”

The server smiled, “On the house, courtesy of Deb.”

Steven looked pleasantly surprised, nodding as the server motioned to uncork the bottle. Once the wine was poured, she looked to the two of you, "My name is Marie, I’ll be waiting on you tonight. I can give you the specials if you like."

"That’d be great, love." Alright, you were loving that less and less. It was how Steven spoke; you couldn't be so insecure that you asked him to change his dialect. But that didn't stop you from glancing down at the table, something Steven noticed.

Marie read off the specials for the evening and Steven smiled at her before ordering, making your heart twist. He's just polite, you reminded yourself. You were not going to do this.

"-madam?"

You roused yourself from your own head, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Do you know what you'd like?" Damn. You should have been listening more carefully.

"I'll have what Steven is having," you rushed, embarrassed by your space out.

"Two vegan broccoli alfredos then?"

"Perfect, love." At Marc's urging, Steven said it again, watching for your reaction.

"See? She doesn't like it." Marc said inside Steven's head.

He'd been trying to keep quiet today- to let you two have a bit of privacy, but it was hard not to watch. Especially when Steven kept making mistakes and you never seemed to mind.

"If you're gonna call her 'love,' you can't keep using it for just anyone."

"It's how I talk, I'm not flirting with the waitress," Steven defended, trying to keep his gaze from flicking to Marc’s face on his wine glass.

"I'm just telling you how it is, Steven."

Once Marie had departed, Steven glanced at you, "Does it bother you when I call other people 'love'?"

Your head snapped up too quickly- he’d surprised you. You pressed your mouth into a thin smile, "That would be silly, wouldn't it? I've heard it a million times since I've been here."

"She's trying not to make a big deal out of it."

"Yes, I get it, Marc. Now please, with love, piss off for a bit. I've got this." Aloud, he tipped his head, "Well that's not what I asked though, is it?"

You wanted to tell him the truth- you really did. But you battled to keep your expression even. You weren't going to be that girl. "It's fine. I don't mind, Steven." Steven didn't look convinced, so you admitted, "I do like it when you call me that more than when other people do."

Steven took your hand across the table, "I like calling you that more than I do other people, as well. But if you like, I can stop- I could keep it just for you." That would be a difficult habit to break, but he would do it for you.

You wanted to agree. He was offering you exactly what you wanted. "You don't have to do that."

"Well, I'd do a lot for you that I didn't have to do, you know?" He squeezed your hand, "You can be honest with me."

"I actually do have something to tell you- two things."

Steven nodded, a bit of worry lining his face.

"Do you remember when I disappeared for a few days?"

"Course, I was afraid you hated my guts," he gave a weak chuckle.

"I told you I hadn't replied to you because my cousin had me visiting family, but that wasn't true. I was avoiding you- only a little- just to try to get over my crush on you." You grimaced, "The lie's been bothering me ever since."

Steven brushed his thumb over the back of your hand, "Sorry, if I hurt your feelings by accident. I can be a bit dense." He didn’t think it appropriate to comment on how giddy he was that you’d had a crush on him.

You offered a smile, "You didn't do anything wrong."

You were interrupted briefly by Maria's return with your drinks.

Steven waited for her to leave again, toying with the handle on his tea cup, "And the second thing?"

At that, you surprised him by smiling, "I have to confess something." He nodded, urging you to continue, but instead, you pulled your phone from your pocket, sliding it across the table, "Do you notice anything about it?"

"Your phone?" You nodded and Steven shook his head, looking a bit baffled.

"The screen, in particular."

"Well, it's not cracked anymore, so that's good," he offered passively, puzzling over what he was supposed to notice.

"Exactly. But this," you tapped on the screen, "Isn't the screen protector you got for me."

Comprehension dawned on Steven’s face, "It wasn't the right one, was it?"

You bit back a smile, "No."

"Well why didn't you mention it? I could've got the right one- and I was so pleased with myself-"

"I'm sorry, Steven," you chuckled, "I didn't have the heart to tell you. It was such a sweet gesture- I didn't want you to feel bad."

He heaved a sigh, "And then you had to go out and buy one anyway- gods, I'm such a-"

"Whatever you're about to say, if it's not the words 'complete and utter sweetheart,' you're off the mark." You put your phone back in your pocket.

Steven heaved a sigh, "Right. Well, I'm glad you told me that too."

"No more secrets going forward," you offered. "I'm an open book."

Steven felt a pang of guilt; there was one secret he couldn't tell you. And it was the kind of secret with a plethora of little secrets attached to it- a web of little confidential tidbits all rooted in the biggest secret of them all: Marc.

But he just nodded, "Does that mean I can ask again if you want me to stop calling other women 'love'?"

You sighed at your failed distraction, "It makes me a bit jealous, I'll admit. But I don't want you to stop on my behalf- you shouldn't have to make changes like that for my insecurities."

Steven was surprised at how mad you sounded at yourself. “Well, you can’t control how you feel, can you?”

“Steven, we’ve been together almost all day and you haven’t given me any reason to be jealous. This is a ‘me’ issue.”

“Maybe, but I might be able to help you fix it, yeah?” Steven almost felt like he was arguing with Marc again- trying to get him to open up. “What about if I use something else for you- something only for you? Would that be better?”

He was trying so hard; you felt bad for being so dodgy about it. So you nodded, “Sure.”

“Really?”

You smiled wryly, “I don’t want to be difficult, despite what it might seem like.”

“What should I use for you then?”

You chuckled, “I’m not sure it works that way. I think nicknames have to be given, not asked for.”

“Guess I’ll think about it then. Maybe try a few out,” he smiled. He actually seemed a bit excited about the prospect of picking a cute nickname for you, which made you feel better; you were being silly.

“As long as we’re being honest,” you couldn’t help your slight grin, “Did you iron your clothes to see me today?”

Steven looked chagrined, “Yeah, just a bit- I’m not much good at it, unfortunately.”

You squeezed his hand, “You did fine. You look nice.” You glanced down at your tee-shirt and jeans, “Next time give me a heads up when we’re going on a date though. I can dress a little nicer.”

He looked pleased at the compliment, though he leaned in quickly to correct you, “You look lovely, like always, sweetheart.”

You laughed at the hesitant tone he used for the term of endearment, “That’s not awful. And you’re very sweet. Though I will admit, I might have brought a jacket if I’d known we would be out so late, but I am the one who asked you to dinner, so-”

Steven’s eyes went wide, like he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of that, “Oh, are you chilly, love? Oh, bugger, sorry. I meant-” he seemed to be grasping for something else to call you, his fingers tearing at his jacket until he had it off.

“Steven-”

He stood hastily, holding out his jacket to you, “Here you are, darling.”

You thought it best to comply, sliding your arms into the warm fabric that steeped you in the scent of Steven when he dropped it on your shoulders. It was a bit big on you, but in the exact way you’d want it to be. It was clearly not your jacket, but it was comfortable and warm and most importantly, it was Steven’s.

You turned to face him, tracing your finger over the hem of the sleeve, “I actually sort of like that one.”

His eyes drifted softly over the way his jacket clung to your frame; he’d never been so envious of a piece of clothing in his entire life, “Which one?”

You chuckled, biting your lip and Steven thought he might need to sit back down, “Darling. That sounds sort of nice.”

“Oh, right- of course, yeah,” he fumbled, gaze flicking to your hands, half masked by his sleeves.

You smiled, “Jacket look alright then?”

He nodded, “Looks good- really good. Better on you than on me.”

His breath caught as you took a step closer, your smile a bit coy, “Must look nice then, because I think you look very handsome when you wear it.”

Steven was saved the struggle of responding in a coherent sentence when Marie backed through the patio doors, two plates in hand. You both took your seats, though you were pleased to see that Steven looked a bit more flustered than you felt. After delivering your meals, Marie refilled your wine glass and discreetly disappeared.

Steven took a sip of his wine, his cheeks still rosy. When he stole a glance at you, you caught his eye, smiling playfully; you’d been teasing him again. He gestured to your glass, “What do you think?”

“Let me try again,” you raised the cup to your lips.

“It’s already cool, so you don’t need to blow on it, dear.”

You raised an eyebrow, lowering the cup, “Did you invite me to try it just so you could make fun of me?”

“I’d never do such a thing,” he protested, though he laughed as he said it.

You huffed and took a sip, avoiding meeting his eyes because you knew you would laugh. You set your glass down, finally meeting his eyes and sure enough, a laugh bubbled out of you. “Stop judging how I drink!”

“I’m not! I told you, I think it’s cute,” he grinned.

You picked up your fork, brandishing it at him threateningly, “I don’t want to hear any comments on how I eat my pasta.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

You wrinkled your nose, “I’m not sure I like that one.”

He laughed, “Good because I don’t think it’s for me.”

You took a bite and hummed your approval, “This is great.”

“I told you, didn’t I?”

You nodded, “I can see why you’re a regular. I might need to be one too.” You took another eager bite.

“Maybe I could call you next time I plan to come,” he offered, still a bit hesitant, like he was expecting rejection.

You grinned, “Well you certainly can. But I hope you call me before then too. I’m already looking forward to our third date.”

Steven’s brow furrowed just like you’d hoped it would, “Third date? What happened to the second date?”

“We’re on it right now, aren’t we? You invited me to lunch, then we did a tour, which according to you, is definitely not a date,” you smirked. So that date ended and after the tour, I invited you to dinner, which is a new date.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works, since we’ve been together the whole time. Plus, it’s the same day so can it be a different date?”

“Valid points, but I still had to ask you to dinner. Two asks, two dates.”

He laughed, “Alright, alright, you’re right. I stand corrected; this is our second date.”

“Smart man,” Marc approved.

You grinned, “You catch on quick.”

“Well if I’m going to get another date, it seems smarter not to quibble about second or thirds, yeah?”

You pushed your plate aside, resting your chin on your knuckles, “You’ve got another date already, Steven. Quibble away.”

He gave his head a cursory shake, “I’m good, actually.”

Your reply faded away as a breeze cut through the courtyard. Steven braced for it, but he still trembled just a bit. You felt a wave of guilt, “Oh, I’m sorry-”

You stood and began working your way out of his jacket, but Steven just as quickly leapt up to still your hands, “No, no, you keep it. You need it more than I do.”

“Steven, it’s your jacket.”

“Not anymore- I gave it to you, didn’t I? No take backs, you know.”

You glared at him, but that didn’t wipe the cheeky grin from his face. “Fine. Sit down then.” You pushed him back toward his seat and tugged your chair around the table so it was next to his. Sitting down beside him, you looped your arm through his, nestling in close.

Steven felt his face warm- the way it always seemed to do when you were around. But he melted into your touch, resting his head on top of yours where it laid on his shoulder. You ran your hand over his forearm, “Better?”

“Yeah- yeah, much better.”

You stayed there for a minute before speaking again, softly, “Steven?”

“Yes, love?” He didn’t seem to notice that he’d forgotten his new pet name and you didn’t call him on it.

“I know you didn’t want to rush, but since we’re technically on our second date-”

He lifted his head and your words fizzled, fear that you’d overstepped settling in. But when you stole a glance up at him, his gaze was dewy and soft.

His hand came up to cup your face as he dropped his mouth to yours. He was slow and cautious, seemingly oblivious to the way your lips didn't quite line up how they should.

Untangling one of your hands from where it was wrapped around his bicep, you cupped his chin, mumbling into his lips, "Can I show you?"

Face nearing a vibrant shade of magenta, Steven nodded, breaking his lips from yours and sinking his teeth into his plush lower lip, "Sorry."

You reached around to cup the back of his neck, "Don't be sorry. This means I get to show you what I like. Just follow me, alright?"

Pulling him closer, you took the lead, brushing your lips over his only a little bit, letting your noses graze each other while you toyed with the hair at the back of his neck. When your breath ghosted over his mouth, you could swear he whimpered a bit.

Finally capturing his lips with yours, you went slow, giving him time to follow. He picked up your rhythm quickly, his breathing rising to match as he returned the kiss with enthusiasm.

When you brushed your tongue over his top lip, he made a sound of surprise- albeit, pleasant surprise. But still, he broke away, still rather flushed and short of breath.

"Gotta catch my breath a minute.” He glanced at you, “How d’you do that?”

You laughed, “You’ll learn to breathe through your nose.”

“I can barely remember to breathe at all,” he muttered. “I swear, my brain just quit working.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You kept your arm looped through his.

“How was everything, you two?” Marie bustled back over and you froze; had she been waiting for a safe opportunity to approach the table? That was embarrassing.

Steven spoke up, friendly as ever, “Fantastic, as always.”

“Will you be having dessert?”

Steven glanced back at you, “What do you think, dearest?”

The pet name pulled a smile from you, despite your embarrassment, “We could do dessert.” Anything to stay with Steven for a bit longer. Plus, you couldn’t remember the last time you'd gotten dessert at a restaurant.

“We’ve got a fantastic chocolate cake as our vegan option tonight,” she offered.

Again, his gaze went to you, waiting for confirmation. “Sounds perfect.”

Her gaze flicked to the way you were still twined with Steven, “Will that be one or two then?”

You looked to Steven, fairly certain he hadn’t even looked away from you yet, “I think one is alright; we could share- what do you think?”

Steven felt his throat go a bit dry, but he nodded. Sure, he’d just kissed you, but sharing dessert was just as significant. His gaze lingered while you turned back to Marie, “One will be perfect.” He watched you smile pleasantly at Marie before she departed the table again, his gaze soft.

He cleared his throat, “So, you do like sweets then?”

“Yes, generally,” you chuckled. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

“Steven,” you urged, “What happened to being honest?”

You were teasing him, but he still stammered a bit, “Right- yeah- you’re right then.” He glanced at his shoes, “ I actually got some gifts- you know, date stuff- chocolates and flowers- for you, but I chickened out on bringing them.”

“You didn’t need to be nervous-”

“Well, I thought you might say no and then what would I do with them? Or if you said yes, then you’d have to tote them around all day, so it was really a silly idea, but-”

“It was a lovely idea,” you countered. You brushed your fingers over his bicep, “You are, without a doubt, the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”

Flustered, Steven spoke before he could think better of it, “If you like, we could nip back to mine- I’d like to give them to you proper.”

“Steven Grant, did you just invite me back to your place on our first date?”

Before Steven could defend himself, Marie returned with a single slice of cake on a plate. You’d expected her to bring the check with her as well, but she only set down the plate, “Will there be anything else?”

“Just the check, I think,” you squeezed Steven’s arm, hoping it would let him know you were only teasing him.

Marie smiled, “It’s already taken care of; you’re all set once you’ve finished your dessert. You two have a good rest of your evening.”

You felt your brow crease, gaze snapping to Steven, who looked a bit sheepish, “Steven- you didn’t!”

“Well I couldn’t let you foot the bill for our dinner, could I?”

“Why couldn’t you? I asked you to dinner. Here,” you finally untwisted your arm from his to dig out your wallet, pressing a note into his hand.

Steven shook his head, “It’s already paid for, love.” Surprisingly, he didn’t rise to your energy level; his voice was soft and he gently put the money back in your hand, closing your fingers around it and resting his hand over your closed fist.

You wanted to argue, to make him take your money, but the pleading look in his eye told you he genuinely wanted to do this- not that he was putting on a show for your benefit. You sighed, but firmly met his gaze, “Next time, I’m paying. I mean it.”

He nodded, “Of course, sure- whatever you want.” He tipped his head at the slice of cake sitting enticingly on the plate in front of you, “Shall we then?”

You stifled another sigh; you’d only agreed to dessert because you’d thought you were footing the bill.

“Oh god, have I ruined your appetite then? I’m sorry for being so sneaky, I thought it was a bit romantic is all,” Steven fussed.

Taking pity on him, you admitted, “It is a bit.” You were quick to add, “But not every time.”

"Right." He nodded, clearly eager to get back into easier territory, "This one is special, after all."

You brushed your hand over his knee, “I wanna treat you like you deserve too, okay?”

He could only manage a thick swallow around the lump in his throat and a faint nod. You were too good to be true. He was almost afraid he'd imagined the whole thing up. And maybe before Marc, he might've been lonely enough to actually do that, but not now. No- he was fairly certain you were for real. And you seemed to like him as much as he did you, which was something he hadn’t really thought possible.

“Alright then,” you picked up your fork, “Together then?” Steven wasn’t about to tell you that he’d had the chocolate cake before, so he nodded, readying his own fork and following your lead as you speared a bit. “On three; one, two, three.”

But Steven didn’t go on three. His fork hovered in the air as your eyes fluttered shut, lips closing around your fork before curving into a partial smile, a slight hum breaking through. He wondered if you’d taste like chocolate if he kissed you again. Then he remembered he was supposed to be trying it with you, so he hastily shoved his fork in his mouth as you lifted your gaze to his.

You paused, like you were considering, “Pretty good. What do you think?”

“Good- great,” he nodded, hoping he didn’t look too suspect. He didn’t want you to think he was creepy.

You both made short work of the cake and you linked your arm with Steven’s on your way out of the restaurant, “So, back to yours then?”

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I have a really sad request to make :)

Can you write reader being Kylian ex and she died like in a car crash or in any way you want and Kylian spends his free days just daydreaming about their past together because he can’t move on because he doesn’t want to? I know it’s very sad but I love your angst so much please thank you 😊

writing this made me cry :((( also reader wasn’t his ex but his gf i hope you don’t mind!

tw : major character death, sadness, depression, just a lot of angst, mention of smut and pregnancy

kylian mbappe x reader

Daydreaming

“Kylian can you pass me pink t-shirt that’s on the bed?” you asked from the other side of the bathroom.

“Why?” he asked you back but you could feel his voice slightly teasing you.

“Because I have to get dressed?” you sarcastically remarked.

“But I love when you’re naked” he said opening the door as you were standing only in your underwear in front of the mirror.

“Kylian…” you called him.

“Fine” he murmured throwing you the t-shirt so you could finish getting dressed up “but tonight I don’t want to see anything covering you up okay?” he smirked kissing your cheek.

“Yeah yeah tonight I’ll be naked and shivering” you joked.

“Who said you’ll be cold?” he teased you.

“Kylian, finish to get dressed or we’re be late and I don’t want to be late at Ethan’s birthday” you scolded him and he started laughing.

“Okay boss” he laughed again as he got back in the bedroom looking for something to wear.

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“I can’t believe that in less than a year you’ll be the one in white” Kylian said as you were going through some magazines looking for the perfect wedding dress.

“It took you a bit too long to propose don’t you think?” you teased him.

“Fair is fair…” he joked too.

He loved how you were able to pull off a remark or a bad joke in every kind of situation, always making him feel at ease and making him laugh.

“We still need to pick up a location…you know time is ticking” you told him.

“What? I am the Kylian Mbappè, I could call the louvre and rent it for tomorrow and they’ll be okay with it” he joked.

“Okay Beyoncé” you laughed.

He sat on the couch next to you as he scooped you closer into his arms.

“I don’t want a fancy or big location…it just have to be romantic and full of love…we could be even get married in our apartment that honestly I wouldn’t care…” he said wrapping his hands around your waist as you laid your head on his chest.

“I love you Kylian” you said looking at him.

“I love you too mon cherie” he kissed your lips.

“But no, we’re not getting married into our apartment…” you joked again and he breathed out a laugh.

“You’re something else” he said to you.

“I know I know” you teased him again.

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“I’m so fucking proud of you” you said to Kylian as you were kissing every inch of his face.

PSG has just won an important match and Kylian scored twice so as you were waiting for him to come back home you decided to pull out a little surprise for him, wearing your favourite black lace bra and matching panties.

“Thank you mon amour” he said holding your waist as he gently laid you down on the bed “is this all for me?” he asked even if he already knew the answer.

“Of course” you said smiling.

“I love you so much you know?” he said as he started kissing your neck and collarbone.

“No…I think you have to show me” you teased him looking at him directly in his eyes. You weren’t always so confident, especially when it came to intimate situations but Kylian always made you feel loved and comfortable, always treating you as you were a work of art and always prioritising you. He made you feel special and comfortable about yourself. And he never admitted but he loved how he was able to bringing that confidence out you because his favourite moments were when you took charge in the bedroom, he could be on his knees everyday for you.

“I’m gonna show you exactly how much you mean for me…” he said as his kisses started going down and you couldn’t hold back your moans.

They were music to his ears.

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“Why it’s not working?” you said with tears filling your eyes.

“Baby…sometimes it takes time” he said as he sat on the bathroom floor next to you.

“We’ve been trying for a year now…maybe something is wrong with me?” your eyes never meeting his face as you started down looking at the negative pregnancy test you were holding in your hands.

“What? No baby don’t say that…never say something like that okay? It takes time, sometimes even a few years…it’s not your fault…we can try as much as you want” he said holding your face as his thumbs wiped off your tears.

“I really want a family Kyky…” you whispered, hating to feel so vulnerable.

“I want this too baby but you can’t stress too much about it, it’s not healthy and it will only make you suffer…” he said looking for your eyes.

“Okay…” you only said.

“I feel like the next time would be the perfect one, just have a little faith baby” he said too hopeful as you nodded.

If only he knew that there wouldn’t be a next time.

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Kylian was peacefully sleeping when his telephone started ringing. He had three missed calls from his brother and one missed called from his mom as she was trying to reach him again.

He woke up around 2 am and he saw his mom calling him.

“Hello?” he answered with a very sleepy voice.

“Hospital. Now” she said hanging up and Kylian’s heart started beating so fast he thought it could explode.

You weren’t in bed as he knew you were partying with your best friends as it was your bestie’s birthday so you had to be safe, right? Right?

He quickly got dressed and drove as crazy through the empty parisian streets.

He reached the hospital in record time and once inside he saw his brother waiting for him.

“What’s going on?” he saw his brother with a very sad face.

“Kylian…you should sit” his brother said.

“Ethan…tell me the fuck it’s going on…” he started to get a bit aggressive as everyone was around him and no one would tell him anything.

“It’s y/n…she was in a car crash…” Ethan said and Kylian’s heart missed a few beats.

“But she’s okay?” he asked too hopeful.

“She’s in coma right now…” his mom said trying to calm him down “…a man didn’t stop at the red light and he crushed into y/n…the police already has him in custody, he was drunk too so he probably will be in jail for a long time…” his mom said.

But Kylian’s didn’t want him in jail. No he wanted him death for even trying to hurt you.

“She’ll be okay son” his father said as Kylian sat down in the waiting room.

Kylian and his family spent the whole night at the hospital waiting for some news on your situation. His mom already called your family, alerting them of your current situation.

The next few days were hell, for everyone.

Kylian missed trainings and a very important match but at the moment he couldn’t care less about his team as you were fighting for your life in a hospital bed. Your family was in the hospital with Kylian’s family. He spent every single minute he could in your room, always whispering soft words and singing your favorite songs hoping you would wake up.

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“I’m so sorry…there’s nothing we can do” the doctor said the next day while everyone was in the waiting room “she’s gone…” he said before leaving them all alone.

You were dead.

And Kylian couldn’t do anything about it.

The moment he heard those words coming out from the doctor’s mouth and he didn’t know what to feel.

Your family started crying. His family started crying. Ethan saw you as a big sister so he was as heartbroken as everyone was. But Kylian started at the long corridor feeling completely empty, like he had just lost a part of him.

His family tried to persuade him to come home with them but all he wanted was to go to his home, lay in bed and cry.

So that’s what he did.

He hold your pillow and started crying all night.

He wouldn’t leave your pillow as it was smelling of your perfume.

The world found out about your death pretty quickly and every one started calling or messaging Kylian but he wouldn’t simply reply. He would leave everyone on read or he would hung up. The pain he was feeling was too much and he didn’t know if he could handle it.

Your funeral was easy, filled with pain and sadness, only his family, your family and your friends were there. The moment he buried you he knew it was over, that you wouldn’t come back.

He came back training a few weeks later and since that day PSG started winning every single match as Kylian was hurting himself by training more and playing every single match. Everyone around him noticed it but they kept they mouth shut because they knew Kylian was too vulnerable in that moment.

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“I really want to go to Iceland tho…” you said while you were both in bed as you were looking for your perfect honeymoon trip.

“But it’s cold…” he said.

“Who said honeymoon has to be in a tropical place?” you teased him.

“But why Iceland?” he asked.

“Why Bahamas?” you asked him.

“Because we can swim” he laughed and you started laughing too.

“We can swim in Iceland too you know…” you teased him.

“Oh please…” he started laughing as he held you closer.

Little did you know he already booked the whole trip to Iceland but he wanted to be a surprise for you.

“I’ll stick to the Bahamas…” he joked.

“I’ll convince you anyway” you said kissing his lips.

His arms went to hold your waist as you sat on his lap.

“Is this how you wanna convince me?” he teased you.

“Maybe…” you started kissing his neck as his hands went under your t-shirt, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

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Kylian spent all of his days daydreaming about you.

About the family you were going to create.

About the love you two shared.

It’s been months after you died and it didn’t what his family tried to do to cheer him up, he rather spent his days dreaming about you being there with him instead of moving on because he knew that the day he would accept your death it would be over for him too.

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