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wongyuuu · 9 months

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pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader genre: angst, marriage of convenience word count: 5.2k summary: seungcheol always knew that he was going to marry you, but things only get harder once he does (or in which seungcheol is just really dumb and doesn't know how to show his feelings)

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Seungcheol functioned like clockwork.

Every day he woke up at the exact same time, his alarm was obnoxiously loud — especially considering how much of a light sleeper he was —, showered, cocked the same breakfast, and left the apartment precisely at 7:45.

You don’t remember him being that punctual but your best guess was that grown-up Seungcheol took his life and responsibilities much more seriously than teenage him. And he probably had a lot on his plate too. He was set to take over the firm once his dad retired, something that wouldn’t happen any time soon, but it always felt like something he was being prepared for it.

And being honest, you couldn’t say that you knew this version of Seungcheol, not really. He was hot and cold with you, mostly cold, so it was hard to know where you stood in your relationship with him.

Truth was, that had a lot to do with you as well. You weren’t trying to make things easier for the two of you, if anything it felt like you were trying your best to make it as hard as possible — even if that wasn’t your intention at all.

While your husband was always perfectly on time, you were always running around late for every single appointment you could ever make. People from work already knew that if there was a student scheduled for 10:00h, you’d probably get there a little later. It really wasn’t on purpose, you tried your best to be on time, even tried to follow along with Seungcheol’s agenda. But it never worked out. So instead of being on time and having everything ready, all it did was make you nervous and even more late.

You also didn’t follow a schedule for your day. Every day, on your way home, you made a little detour, never failing in finding a new place to go or a different restaurant to try.

At the end of the day, you and Seungcheol lived separate lives, barely talking to each other, or even acknowledging each other. Most of it was just niceties because both of you felt the need to do so. It would have felt even more awkward to walk past each other in the hallway and don’t even say good morning. Anyone who looked at the two of you would think that you were just roommates, not actually married. Hell, not even friends.

If anything, the house arrangement contract you wrote made things even worse — if that was even possible.

After signing it, with a look of complete disbelief on his face, Seungcheol went to his room. His words “my own wife is telling me that she wants to date other men while saying that I should date other women” still rang in your head. You didn’t mean for it to sound like that, you didn’t want to push him to do anything at all. Your only thought was that since the marriage was fake, there was no love between you, there was no reason for you to be stuck to each other and live completely without happiness.

There wasn’t anything either of you could do in that regard, there was no way of canceling or ending the marriage, so all you wanted to do was give him a way to find something that could bring him a little bit of joy. If said joy came in the shape of another woman, then so be it.

After that, you never talked again. And he barely showed any emotion at all around you, no reaction. He didn’t complain or seemed fazed when you almost let the dirty water you used to clean your brushes fall on his desk and ruin, well, everything. He still followed the rules you created, almost religiously. Whenever he cooked, he made enough for you, if he was the one doing laundry he was careful not to damage any of your clothes.

Living like that felt oddly lonely.

You were used to being by yourself, having your own space. The last time you shared an apartment with someone, or more specifically, a room, was when you were still in college with Yeda. But the thought of living with someone else but never actually seeing them…

You thought that once you were married you would have someone to share your life with, even if that someone turned out to be Seungcheol. Naively, you figured that all of those years of your childhood spent together — even if those were also forced on both of you —, would play a part in making sure that cohabitation was a possibility.

We could still try to be friends, was what you told yourself.

Because your husband wasn't all that bad, to begin with. You might not see eye to eye on many things but you knew that he was a good person. You had hoped that, maybe, living in the same place, seeing each other every day, would change something about your relationship with him. And in a way, it did. It just wasn't what you expected. Instead of growing closer, you couldn’t be further apart.

You glanced at your phone again, the bright numbers seemed to be mocking you.

It was past 3 am and there was still no sign of Seungcheol. When 9 pm rolled around you assumed he had stayed at the office a little bit longer, finishing up whatever it was. Then 9 became midnight and staying in bed wasn’t something you could stand anymore so you moved to the living room, a book and a blanket in hand. But reading too was hard, the words were all floating around in your mind and none of it actually made any sense. Your mind was too focused on the fact that Seungcheol wasn't home yet to focus on the story.

Another hour went by and there was still no sign of him. The world outside the apartment was quiet and no car could be heard on the street.

The truth was that you were worried about him. There were little bells inside your mind telling you that something must have happened to him because that just wasn’t Seungcheol. It wasn’t him when he was young and it also wasn’t him as an adult. He wasn’t the kind of person who would disappear without telling anyone, so you were sure that there was someone who knew where he was.

The most obvious choice would be to call him and it would have been a great plan if you had his number at all.

The realization that you knew nothing at all about your husband made a sickening feeling slowly spread through your body.

It was so stupid to not have his number and it made absolutely no sense because he was your husband. Even if you were a fake wife, shouldn’t you at least be able to communicate with him if needed? Sometimes people have emergencies that couldn’t wait for their significant other to get home — or in your case never get home at all.

Option number two was to go through the things in his office. He should have at least a business card or something, anything at all, with a phone number. You thought about calling your parents or even his parents. How would you explain that even though you kept telling them that everything was fine, that things were finally falling into place, you didn’t have your husband's number? And never mind knowing someone who worked with him. Seokmin, what that his name? Seokmin probably knew where Seungcheol was but then again, there was no way to reach him either.

You stood up to cross the room, your blanket and book both forgotten on the couch when you heard the sound of keys being put in the lock and a second later the door was pushed open.

Seungcheol stood precariously on his legs, an arm over Seokmin’s shoulders, while the younger one tried his best to stop his friend from falling face-first on the floor.

“Cheol” you breathed in relief and rushed towards him, your hands reached for his cheeks, forcing him to look at you “Cheol…”

He opened his eyes for a second and a drunken smile, or at least an attempt at a smile.

“Ah, wife! Precisely who I wanted to see” his words were slurred, almost in sync with his body as it swayed from side to side.

Seungcheol stepped away from Seokmin and dropped all of his weight onto you. Your arms immediately circled his waist as you bent your knees a little, trying to hold him up.

"Sorry," Seokmin said as he tried to pull Seungcheol from you "I've never seen him get this drunk before, I didn't think it possible"

Neither did you, but then again there was a lot about Seungcheol that you didn't know.

"It's fine" you moved your feet back until you felt the couch behind your knees and with Seokmin's help you were able to get Seungcheol to sit "Thank you for bringing him home"

Seokmin smiled at you, tightly. He wanted to say more but he knew that if he did he would be butting in your relationship with Seungcheol and his friend would probably give him hell for it. Drunk Seungcheol was a problem — in the form of a cute lovesick oversized puppy, as he has recently discovered —, but sober Seungcheol would bite his head off without as much as a warning.

"I should have brought him home earlier, before he drank himself stupid"

You shook your head and pushed the hair out of Seungcheol’s forehead. You couldn't even bring yourself to be mad at him, not really. Before he got home you felt this pain in your stomach, telling you that there was something incredibly wrong, that he was in some kind of trouble. But the only real trouble was the fact he had, as Seokmin said, drank himself stupid.

"Honestly, it's okay. I'm just glad he's home safe. Again, thank you for that"

"I wish I could say it was no trouble" he laughed lightly "Do you need help with anything?"

You shook your head.

"I got it from here"

Seokmin opened the door and let himself out. He stopped for a second as if remembering something and reached for the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out a business card. He didn't say anything as put it by your keyes.

You realized then that he knew. Seokmin knew about your relationship with Seungcheol, or lack of it. He just smiled and closed the door. You stayed frozen in place, looking at the door, as if somehow it would grant you answers.

Though you had told Yeda the true nature of your marriage, you never expected Seungcheol to do the same and to Seokmin, of all people. Not that you really knew him but just based on his interaction with Seungcheol on your wedding day, Seokmin was the last person you would expect to know the truth.

"y/n," Seungcheol said and you turned to him, "I think I want to throw up"

His warning was almost too late, there was no time to get him to the bathroom or for you to get him a bucket, but just enough for him to grab on the flower vase in front of the couch. You turned away from him, knowing that the smell of vomit wouldn't bother you, but seeing him throw up actually would.

"I'm really sorry"

It had been so long since you last heard him talk like that, almost childlike. The Seungcheol you knew liked to pose as this big, bad guy, but in reality, he was more of a softy that got things done. He could pout for days if he wanted.

Not only did he sound childlike, but he also looked like a child that messed up. His eyes were almost helpless as he looked at the floor, then his shoes, and finally his suit jacket.

"Don't worry about it" You reached a hand for him. His eyes focused on your hand, almost mesmerized, before his long fingers wrapped around yours "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed"

You helped him off his jacket and held both of his hands as he allowed you to pull him up from the couch. He pushed his shoes off once you reached the hall leading up to his room. This time, instead of putting all of his weight on you, Seungcheol used the wall to steady himself, still his arm was around your shoulder and he leaned a little towards you.

You wanted to ask him what happened, what made him want to drink so much. More than anything you wanted to know why he didn't warn you in advance.

Over the four months that you lived together, though there was no real interaction between the two of you, Seungcheol always found ways to talk to you. At first, there was a yellow post-it stuck to your door. They were simple notes. I made breakfast, or dinner with your parents tonight, I'll pick you up at 7. And sometimes they were more caring, those, you came to realize, were always blue. Do you still hate spinach? just in case, i didn't add any or let me know if there's anything you want to eat and even i canceled dinner tonight with my mom, you looked tired last night, you should rest this weekend.

He always made sure to tell you if he was going to be late, always. So not knowing where he was… you hated it.

Seungcheol didn't complain when you pushed him down on the mattress and undid his tie, later moving on to his shirt and then using it to clean his mouth

You didn't realize but Seungcheol's eyes were on you the entire time. Despite the alcohol, his mind was hyper-aware of your finger touching his skin, on the way you kept biting your lips as if doing your best to hold back from cussing him out.

"Can you shower on your own?" Seuncheol made a noise that you could only translate as a no "Do you want to brush your teeth?"

You probably already knew the answer to that too but still had to ask. His eyes were almost closed and he stayed sitting by some sort of miracle.

"I don't think I should stand up again" You nodded at him and turned around, you could at least get him to use some mouthwash before he fell asleep and maybe get him to drink a glass of water, but he held your hand and lightly pulled you back — not in a forcible way, just to get your attention "I don't like it when you make that face"

His voice was so quiet, barely above a whisper.

"It's the same face you did on our wedding day, when you walked down the aisle. You looked so pretty but sad, and angry too. Why were you so angry?"

You looked at his eyes for a second before looking away. They were all too demanding, wanting more than you were willing to give him. Your wedding day, believe it or not, wasn't a day you thought about too often and when you did think about it felt like years had gone by. The night you decided to suggest the contract was the one you thought of more often, with much more sadness.

"I wasn't angry"

Your voice was quiet as pulled the duvet for him to get under. In silence, Seungcheol removed his pants and laid down. He let go of your hand for only a second before holding it again.

"I was scared and worried, like today. You were gone for a really long time and I didn't know where you were. I couldn't even call you"

Having those thoughts around your mind was so different from actually saying them out loud, saying them to Seungcheol. If the night taught you one thing was that you didn't know anything at all about your husband. Everything you thought you knew was wrong. But if you could make a guess, judging by the way his eyes seemed to be a little more focused and his words a little less slurred, it was probably okay to say that he was sobering up. Maybe throwing up was all he needed.

"Our marriage is just so weird. My wife told me to sleep with other people" he laughed and pulled his hand away, closing his eyes "It's almost like we're friends with benefits but without the friendship part nor the benefits. We're just a piece of paper. If you think about it, we're nothing really"

Tomorrow, you suddenly promised yourself, tomorrow will be different and we will start this all over again.

The second he said yes to drinking with Seokmin, Seungcheol knew that he would regret it. The first time he went to a bar with the younger one, Seuncheol told him all about his fake marriage. So, of course, the second time couldn't be much different. He regretted it for more reasons than he cared to admit.

The entire night he behaved like a pubescent thirteen year old complaining about the fact that his crush didn't like him back. He was stupid enough to tell Seokmin all about the contract you came up with, to which his friend laughed hysterically. Because you must be the shitties husband in the history of the world if your wife has already given up on you like this.

And if that was what you thought of him, if you saw him as the worst husband in the history of the world, could he blame you? On your wedding way, that is known to be a day that everyone remembers, he was a complete idiot to you. No excuse he could ever come up with would be good enough. Because, truth be told, his behavior then had been inexcusable. In your shoes, he would have probably done much worse. You had shown him mercy.

And kept showing him mercy, even after months of him being silent and barely being in the apartment. He used work as an excuse often to get him out of situations in his daily life. He never thought that he would use it as a way to stay clear of you.

Because Seungcheol did work a lot but he also knew how to take time off. His job was important and his clients too were important, but he learned that he should have time to himself. and now that he was married, he needed to have time for you too. Even if it was just to stay home with you. He should have done that but instead, he found ways to be at the office until later than he usually did, took clients that he normally wouldn’t, and did the most stupid thing of all: went to a bar with Seokmin.

And the worse part of it all was that he remembered every single thing that he did the night before. He wished he was one of those people who get drunk and just forget about all the embarrassing things they did. But he wasn’t.

Seungcheol remembered being carried home by Seokmin, who again was having too much fun laughing at him, he remembers throwing up, the way you held on to him. But more than anything he remembers the way you said his name, Cheol, ever so quietly, when he walked in, the way your eyes searched his face as if looking for anything that could be wrong with him — other than being drunk.

He hated that he talked about being friends with you while he was drunk. Hated that you didn’t get to hear him while he was sober because he had prepared a whole speech for you, almost as if he was going to court and needed to plead his case.

He had plans to talk to you and maybe that was why he went out with Seokmin, to get his friend to push in the direction he wanted to go. Because truth be told, Seungcheol was scared.

For over ten years of his life, he knew that he would marry you. So had time to think about it, and ponder on every possibility that could happen. Because he had been in love with you for longer than that, but not once he was allowed to act on his feelings. At first, it was because of your brother, then because of himself, and then finally when you closed a door on his face — metaphorically speaking.

And when he finally had a chance to do so, he fucked up. There was no other way to say it. The two of you were already married, so what was the worst thing that could happen? For you to reject him? That was already happening.

He hated that he lost the chance to charm you from the get-go. And then again for months. He couldn’t miss the chance yet again.

Seungcheol pushed himself up on his elbows, tentatively opening his eyes. He expected the room to be filled with light but he was surprised to see that the only source of it came from the half opened door. He never closed his blinds before going to bed, he never felt the need to as he usually got up as soon as the sun was up, and he certainly hadn’t closed them the night before going to bed.

However, no amount of darkness could make him look past you, sleeping in a weird position in the armchair in front of his bed.

Seungcheol, who was usually a light sleeper, had no idea that you came into his room a couple of times during the night until you finally convinced yourself that it was okay for you to sleep in there because you were too afraid that we would throw up during the night; he had no idea that you got up in the middle of the night to pull the duvet over his body.

He knew nothing about those things, yet he felt overwhelmed at the sight of you.

For a second he wanted nothing more than to stay sitting there and just watch you. As creepy as it might be, it was the first time he felt like the two of you were more than just two people who shared the same apartment.

He could only hope that the night before had changed something for you too, because now there was no way he would just let things go back to how they were.

You were worried about Seuncheol. Had been the entire day. You woke up to the sound of the shower running and the sight of his empty bed in front of you. You left as soon as you woke up, deciding that he was probably way too hungover to want to talk to you then.

So instead of staying at home, wondering when it would be a good time talk to talk to him, you went out. There was nothing for you to do, no place to go and Yeda already had plans with her boyfriend so she couldn’t meet you.

You indulged yourself, going to the mall and getting a few new brushes and paint — not that you needed anything, but a mind filled with weird thoughts and a credit card with more limit than necessary could be the ruin of someone. But going there was somewhat of a bad idea, considering how many couples there were around.

All of them looked in love, happy to be around each other. You couldn’t help but wonder if it could be the same for you and Seungcheol. If you had talked to him in the months leading up to the wedding, would things be different now? If he hadn’t been a complete idiot on your wedding day, would things be different?

There were many answers to those questions, but none of them would matter. There was no way to go back to the past, to redo things. So all you had was the present, as it was, and a chance to change everything.

On your wedding day, your dad told you that he didn’t love your mother when they got married. He said that the love he felt for her was built over the years they stayed together. And you wanted to try that.

Because you never really believe in love at first sight, the idea of it was just too irrational for you. You believed that curiosity, attraction, lust, and enchantment could all be feelings that are awoken in someone at first sight. But love? That was a complicated feeling, that no three seconds look ever give you.

Because you wanted a love that was constantly warm. Too hot or too cold would burn you all the same. You didn’t want a relationship that was all over the place, with too many ups and downs.

And maybe, Seungcheol could that someone for you.

You had been standing in front of Seungcheol’s room for the past five minutes, building up the courage no knock on his door, had already raised your hand twice but was yet to finally do it. Seungcheol’s drunker words mirrored your thoughts, so you had to talk to him.

You took a deep breath before you forced your fingers to tap lightly against his door. You didn’t wait for his answer and stuck your head inside.

He was sitting on his bed, a book open over his chest while he scrolled through his phone. That was a scene you had seen many times while you were a teenager. It was easy to remember an 18-year-old Seungcheol lying on the couch, in that exact position.

“Seungcheol?” he looked at you surprised, he hadn’t heard you knock on his door “Come out, let’s have dinner”.

Without a word, Seungcheol followed you to the kitchen. His surprised eyes were focused on the food on the table. He clearly remembered you telling him that you didn’t cook, your mom said the same thing too.

“You cooked?” he sounded a little nervous, as if unsure that he should be asking.

He looked cute, you decided then. There was this childish look in his eyes, half in wonder, half in expectancy.

Seungcheol was waiting for something to go wrong again. The last time you had gotten him dinner was the night everything went to shit. What if this time you told him that you wanted a divorce because of the shit he pulled the night before? He was honestly ready to beg you not to do that.

“No, I got it on the way home” you waved a hand and he laughed and you felt your cheeks get warm “Are you feeling better? I left before we could talk”

He smiled and nodded at you, looking at the food in front of him. There was nothing special about it, it was something that he could have cooked, but still, his heart did a little flip inside his chest.

“I’m sorry about last night. I swear I don’t drink like that all the time. Or at all” his own cheeks got hot “I’m sorry you had to clean up after me”

“It’s fine, really. Yeda was my roommate in college and I wish she would throw up in a vase. I think I cleaned that dorm more than anyone else that used it before or after us”

Yeda was a good friend, but she took the idea of being the life of the party a little too far sometimes. That alone was the reason you found yourself going back to your parents' house almost every weekend. You had convinced yourself that the two-hour drive was worth it, if it meant that you didn’t have to clean vomit again.

The two of you eat in silence as you tried to find a good way to start a conversation with him. Why was it so hard? You had no trouble talking with him when you were teenagers. Sure, there was a lot of bickering but that was still better than nothing at all.

“Is everything okay with you? You’re not eating” he said quietly. the food in front of him was almost gone while yours had barely been touched “You don’t like the food?”

You shook your head and set down your fork.

“I’m a little nervous, so it’s hard to eat” he didn’t need to ask to know what you were nervous about “Can we talk, please?”

In silence, the two of you put the dishes away and the food leftovers on the fridge. There was no way either of you would keep eating so it was better not to waste any time.

Seungcheol’s mind was running a thousand miles an hour. He was certain, 100%, that would you ask for a divorce. He knew that you couldn’t do it. The rational part of his brain told him that it wasn’t an option at all. But the irrational side? It didn’t care. All the worse possible scenarios were playing in his mind.

The first one, as he expected, would be for you to ask for a divorce; the second one would be you telling him that there was someone in your life, someone you were in love with.

That thought alone was enough to make his heart ache. You being in love with someone else was too much for him.

“Oh my god! Will you stop looking at me like that? I'm not going to bite your head off! I want to talk with my husband. Millions of people do that every day. I'm sure millions of people are probably doing that right now”

He smiled then. That was exactly how remembered you, that was the you he wanted to see the most on your wedding day, when he talked shit and you talked right back at him. Because there was no way that he would get to have the last word in a conversation like that.

And it was also the first time you addressed him as your husband, at least in front of him. The first time you said it out loud.

But in that moment you confused his feelings for fear when all that he felt was some sort of joy. How borderline pathetic was it that he felt happy over the simple fact that his wife acknowledged his existence?

“The things you said last night… I agree with them. Our marriage won't last very long, we won't last very long, if we continue this way. We will be broken beyond repair if we don't do something right now. So we have to change, we have to, at the very least, be friends but we will never get there if we keep going this way”

That wasn't exactly what you wanted to say but you hoped that Seungcheol would understand, wished that he would read into your sloppy and messy words. He was a lawyer, after all, it was what he did for a living. Right?

“Let's go out once a week then, sort of like a date? But not really” you shook your hand and covered your face, you felt like a teenager asking the guy you had a crush on a date “Just so we can get used to each other again, be friends and all that”

Seungcheol pressed his lips, trying his best to suppress the smiles that threatened to take over his entire face. With a short nod and shake of hands, you and Seungcheol settled down on another agreement.

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bonny-kookoo · 5 months

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Oh i am already so beyond whipped for baby darling bc wtf why is it so sweet and cute and healing?? Makes my heart burst. I’m terrible at drabble prompts and ideas but I will happily and thankfully devour any crumbs you choose to offer.

One day there will be crumbs. Ah fuck it whatever let's have a crumb right now.

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"Aren't you cold like that?" He asks you, mentioning the lack of your clothing. You're just wearing some socks, underwear and an oversized shirt- and like he said, your apartment is cold.

"I mean, I was just in bed." You shrug, stretching your limbs before you pull them back closer. "Wasn't expecting anyone. I can turn on the-"

"You don't have to, really." Jungkook chuckles. "Was just wondering. Do you want to go back to sleep?" He asks, and you misunderstand a little, nodding.

"My bed is a bit small, but we can make it work." You say, getting up to walk towards what he assumes might be your bedroom- and he can't help but feel a bit.. nervous?

This is pretty much the tamest thing ever. He's pretty adventurous when it comes to sex and such- sp why is he now nervous about a nap of all things?

Your bedroom is cozy, as you kick out your stuffed animals to make room for him, and he has to laugh. "You do know if we have sex they'll have to leave, right?" He tells you, taking off his jacket to put it over a giant bear in the corner of the room- shielding it's face.

"Why? I can just put them on a shelf maybe, so they're out of the way..." you answer, not at all fazed by his mention of intimacy- and it makes him happy, relieving some of the tension. You seem comfortable with him, and that's a huge compliment towards him.

"No, they'll look at us the whole time then!" He whines, moving to turn the multiple push animals so they face the wall instead. "That's creepy." He mumbles, while you laugh, sitting on your bed. "What? Voyeurism isn't something I'm into, don't kink-shame!" He argues playfully, making you laugh even harder.

"I'm not!" You finally get out. "It's just funny."

"What's funny, huh?" He challenges, getting on the bed as well after shedding his jeans and socks somewhere I'm the room.

"Full sleeve of tattoos." You shrug, fingers tracing the colored lines as you lay next to each other. "Piercings. All buff and bold." You describe him. "And yet can't get it up when a hello kitty is watching." You tease, as his eyes sharpen, hand on your hip moving to squeeze your butt for a second.

"Never said I couldn't get it up." He tells you.

"Just don't want anyone to see you but me."

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neowinestainedress · 1 year

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hello!!!! I'm not sure if you're taking requests rn but I just wanna let this out of me or I'll go insane. I've been watching a lot of diggity haechan fancam and man really know how to hip thrust. It's just that haechan's thighs are so muscular...I-I—just wanna ride it😳😳

w!: unprotected s*x, thigh riding, light degradation, (kinda mean) dom!haechan, two *ss slap and one cl*t slap, rough s*x

a/n: someone: haechan’s thighs— me: FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD. i’ve written about thigh riding with him already but will it ever be enough? no. ALSO diggity!haechan? supreme haechan, coming second to better than gold!haechan only. also, hard hours are open, and i’ll either write drabbles or blurbs depending on the inspiration (this was supposed to be a blurb and turned out longer than a drabble but yeah… yall know what happens when I write about haechan)

Imagine Haechan sitting on the couch, tired after a long day. He’s so tired he doesn’t even change into his house clothes, still wearing the white blouse and tight black pants, watching the tv because when he got home you were in the shower and he is waiting for you.

You’re wearing his favourite nightwear when you sit next to him on the couch, kissing him and running your fingers in his hair to welcome him home, but by chance, there’s his favourite movie on tv, and he’s barely paying you attention. So in a second, you’re on top of his thigh, you’ve been thinking about this since he left earlier in the morning, drooling when he walked past you to bid you goodbye, wearing those black pants that wrap his beautiful thighs so perfectly. But now he looks even better, with his black hair crowning his face messily, the white blouse with the sleeves rolled up, showing the veins of his arm, and the first three buttons undone. Your hips start moving on their own, grinding on his thigh that flexes immediately as an innate reflex, you might do this so often that he’s not even fazed anymore.

But this time he’s tired, even annoyed about some things that went wrong at work, and you distracting him, ignites a fire.

“What are you doing?” Haechan groans, bouncing his leg, catching you by surprise before he calls your name sternly when you don’t reply right away.

“What you should be doing instead,” you reply resolutely. “Didn’t even spare me a look.”

“Oh, I did,” he coos, hand running on your nape to turn you toward him. “I know exactly what you want when you get all dolled up for me.”

A victory smile curls your lips but it fades as soon as his attention goes back to the screen on the wall. “I fear you’ll have to work for it harder.”

You groan annoyed, but don’t stop. You honestly don’t care much, the obsession with his thighs is crazy and unhealthy and you’d ride them forever, you’d rather feel his skin than the fabric of his pants, but this will do anyway.

“Hyuck,” you breathe out when he starts bouncing his leg, it’s a small movement but it makes you shake every time your sensitive clit hits his leg.

“I’m watching the movie,” he shuts you before a smug grin blooms on his face when you grunt in disappointment. That still doesn’t stop you from rolling your hips on him, and even bravely reaching down to unbuckle his pants. His eyes skim down briefly, but he lets you continue, even if he fakes nonchalance his dick is hard and begging to be freed from his tight clothes.

“You really can’t fucking listen, uh?” He groans when you struggle pushing his pants down, harshly grabbing your chin and blocking your wrists together.

“I just wanted to take your pants off, want to feel you,” you try to pout and pity him, it works for now but you know Haechan always has something up his sleeve, so you don’t know what awaits you after. He lets you go, getting rid of his pants only, and roughly lifting you up to put you right where you were before once he’s done.

“Come on, get off only with that, show me how pathetic you are,” he mocks before pulling you into a messy, wet kiss, slapping your ass to silently tell you to move. Your body reacts naturally, grinding on his muscular thigh, now feeling his smooth skin and not the thick fabric of his clothes. Haechan lets out another groan when you move again, this time to push your clothes down your legs, but doesn’t say anything else, only pushes you down and guides your movements. His attention is still on the movie, but you hear his occasional shaky breaths when your thigh brushes against his throbbing cock, or when you moan louder, and you feel his hand tighten on your hip when you start whimpering his name.

“Fuck,” you yelp when his hand hits your ass harder than last time. “What was that for?”

“You’re slowing down,” he says, dark eyes meeting yours, and you know you’re fucked. “You started this, you will finish this. Come on, don’t stop.”

You gulp, nodding weakly before placing your hands on his shoulders. This time you’d be so close to reaching your orgasm, but right when you’re about to, the sound of the tv turns off and the lights flashing in the room stop lighting it up. You freeze on the spot when Haechan groans your name.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, seeing you turned it off by mistake with your knee. You try to act fast to grab the remote and turn it back on but the pleasure is still fogging your brain.

“Drop it,” Haechan orders, voice low and eyes sternly looking at you. “You want my attention? You’ll have it all.”

Your lips part but don’t let out a sound, and your eyes snap open when his hand wraps around your neck, rubbing your jaw before reaching your chin and squeezing it. “Ride my thigh and come. Don’t make me waste more time.”

You don’t hesitate, humping him embarrassingly fast to chase the orgasm that slipped through your fingers.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, “you can’t possibly be so wet just from this,” he mocks when his free hand moves between your legs, not that he needs that to feel your cum dripping out of you, it has been sticking to his thigh since you started, he just wants to mess with you and tease your sensitive spot while watching his skin glisten with your arousal.

“It feels good,” you justify. “And your thighs — fuck, your thighs,” you mumble, head thrown back and lower lip trapped in your teeth when he slaps your clit once. “They’re pretty and thick and feel so good.”

“Uh, really?” Haechan snickers, throwing his head back because he can’t believe you have no shame. “Maybe I’ll always make you come like this if you like it that much. My thighs only.”

“Yeah,” you cry out, bouncing and grinding, struggling to keep a rhythm and just wishing to quickly come. “But I also — fuck — I also want you.”

Haechan chuckles, shaking his head. “Thought my thighs were enough?” He teases, moving your head side by side in a mocking manner as he pouts close to your lips. “Need more?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you beg as one hand reaches for the back of his head and tangles in his hair. “I — I… oh, fuck,” you cry out when the orgasm washes over you before you can even say anything, hips and legs trembling as you move weakly to ride it before you collapse on him.

You don’t have time to take your breath that you find yourself with your back on the couch seat, Haechan harshly flipping you over and trapping you underneath him.

“Greedy, dumb baby, always playing with fire, not caring about what she gets herself into,” he mocks, pushing his sleeves up on his arm before placing you like he wants you with another rough tug. “Look at how wet you are, and all this just for my thighs?”

You nod, wetting your lips with your tongue, as you stare into his eyes before they skim down, watching him get rid of his underwear.

“You are a brat, and yet I always give you what you want. What am I gonna do with you?” He groans, shaking his hair out of his face as he leans down, rubbing the head of his cock on your wet pussy.

“Fuck me?” You ask nicely, blinking your eyes innocently.

Haechan groans. “Yeah, it’s the only way to teach a lesson, isn’t it?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, his dick is into you before you can even formulate a thought in your brain, taking your breath away from the first thrust.

“Fuck,” you curse, hands wrapping around his arms to hold onto something. His thrusts are hard, hitting you deep with every single stroke.

Haechan grins when your nails dig into his arms, and your head lolls back, eyes rolled in the back of your head and mouth wide. “Is it too much for you, baby? You don’t like my thighs so much anymore when they help me fuck hard into you?”

You’d glare at him if you’d have anything coherent running in your brain, but it’s filled with nothing but lust and need. “I can take it,” you still mumble.

“Oh, I know you can, that’s why you’re my favourite girl,” he hums, grabbing your legs and pushing them as flat as he can — and you can bend — to your chest. Your back arches in response, feeling him even deeper with each precise, hard thrust.

When his fingers make contact with your clit, your eyes snap open, throat closing for a moment as you feel like you’re slipping farther away from reality.

“Messy girl,” he taunts. “So wet my fingers are slipping. You planned this all day, didn’t you?” He says, breath uneven as pleasure starts overwhelming him too, your pussy gripping him tight, making it harder to move out of you, your chest heaving while your boobs look so pretty in the lace of your nightwear, and your moans filling his ear. “Couldn’t wait for me to come home to fuck you on the couch after riding my thighs like a needy, desperate thing.”

You nod swiftly, eyes closed as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach.

“Fuck, then come with me, babe,” he says, pushing you closer with a harsh tug on your hips as his hands wrap around your waist tightly, fucking into you with force. “Gonna fill you up, fuck, just like you like.”

Your back arches more, while your hands reach for his shoulders to pull him in a heated kiss that seals your orgasms and traps the loud whimpers and moans that are coming out of your mouths. You feel weak and dizzy as he keeps thrusting into you at a quick pace, filling the room with the lewd sounds of his cum spilling out of you, and whispering dirty words to your ear.

“Fuck babe, you’ll be the death of me,” Haechan huffs, kissing you and caressing your forehead to wipe away the sweat before pulling out of you and pulling you into his arms, trailing kisses on your neck and shoulder.

You chuckle, turning around to face him, tangling your legs with his. “Was this better than the movie?”

Haechan rolls his eyes. “You know you’re better than the movie, I just like teasing you.”

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phoxey · 4 months

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Talent VS Hard Work

Bebe!Bada Lee x WolfLo!reader (Do I even need to say fem?)

CW: Angst, verbal fighting, bada being lowkey an asshole

AN: the stuff written in cursive are obv flashbacks

Part 2

Bebe looked at the screen, as they were being filmed reacting to the other dancers being announced. WolfLo came on and of course the Bebe girls reacted excitedly. Every name being a big name in the scene. Halo, Chocol, Mini, Yeni Cho, Haechi Wang and of course everyone screamed when they read the Name Babysleek. Then the last name of WolfLo popped up. One that made Badas excitement immediately drop, and her smile fell. Your name.

“Unnie… is that…?”, Lusher carefully asked, looking at Bada.

“Who is she?”, Cheche asked confused.

“Bada’s ex best friend. They started dancing together back then. Their friendship ended in a big fight.”, Tatter whispered to her.

Cheche looked to her leader and if a look could kill, you would have died then and there.

A similar thing happened in a different studio, where the WolfLo members sat. You and your members had fun and were giggling until Bebe was introduced, starting with the leader. Bada Lee. You could hear a camera zoom onto your face. You clenched your jaw when you saw her face, you could almost hear her taunting voice again.

“Are you okay?”, Chocol asked.

“Yeah… I just thought I would never have to see her again.”, you whispered.

“If you want, I will battle her and embarrass her.”, Babysleek laughed.

“No, no. If someone battles her, it’s going to be me.”, you said determined, you looked into her face again with both hate and tears in your eyes.

A week later filming started. Bebe was the first group to walk into the battle zone, chatting happily as they waited for the evaluation film to start.

Bada expected most of what was said. The comparison between Aikis and her team. That no one knows her members. That only Bada will shine.

Then she saw your face. You had no expression; your eyes were almost empty when a staff asked you what you thought about Bebe.

“I think they must be very talented, if Bada lets them dance with her.”, it almost sounded like a compliment, if you didn’t know what had happened. “But let’s be real, they will only be there as long as they are of use for Bada.”

Bada could feel the eyes of her students on her, scanning for her reaction, and the anger rose within her.

Seething she sat down, the other crews didn’t really faze her, she just waited for WolfLo. She waited for you. And when WolfLo finally did come, her eyes were immediately on you. You in your all-black outfit, looking like some futuristic ninja. You looked so different; you used to be so cute.

Bada wrapped her arms around you from behind and you could hear her laugh as she picked you up. You were almost two heads shorter than her. You kicked your feet into the air in an attempt to break free from her embrace, but you were laughing as well.

“Happy birthday!”, Bada giggled as she let you down.

“You always do that! Stop!”, you grinned, then you pouted. “I hate that I am so short.”

Bada shook her head and kissed your forehead. “You are the perfect height for this.”

You blushed hard at that and even harder when Bada pulled a little box out of her pocket.

“Present.”, she just said and looked away shyly.

“Bada!”, you gasped as you opened it. It was two bracelets, that were definitely made by Bada herself. They were blue and purple. Blue being her color and purple being yours.

“It’s not much, I don’t have a lot of money. Sorry I couldn’t get you something better…”, she mumbled.

“This is perfect! I love it!”, you grinned and helped her put on hers and she helped you with yours.

“I thought you were proposing to me.”, you winked.

“In ten years, I might.”, Bada smirked.

Neither of you knew if you two were flirting or not.

“But! You know what a perfect gift would also be? What would make me happy as well?”, you said mischievously.

Bada’s eyes went big and eager. “What? I want to make you happy!”

“Dance with me.”, you said. “My parents promised me that I can join a dance academy.”

“Do you want to become an Idol?”

You shook your head. “No, I just want to dance. And I want to do it with the person that means the most to me.”

Bada nodded. “Let’s dance. Let’s become a famous dance duo!”

It was ten years later now and both of your wrists were empty. You did not become a famous dance duo. She did not propose. Today was your birthday and the memory haunted you.

When WolfLo arrived in the fight zone, people began whispering, mostly about Babysleek. Only Bebe was whispering about you, but Bada couldn’t hear her students, her entire focus was on you. How you politely bowed to Ladybounce and then turned your gaze to the other side to bow as well, but you stopped in your tracks when you locked eyes with Bada. She did not change at all. Her long hair, her boyish clothes… and the way she poked her cheek with her tongue when she was annoyed. You narrowed your eyes at her, before you rolled them. Why was she annoyed? She had no right.

You decided to ignore her, that was until Kang Daniel called your name, to choose your no respect dancer. You grabbed the mic.

“Today is my birthday. My no respect dancer promised to dance with me ten years ago. On the day exact. So…”, you walked up to Bebe. “I ask you to keep your promise, just once in your life, Bada Lee.”

Bada clenched her teeth but nodded and stood up.

You two danced very differently. You knew she didn’t have any experience in battles, since she was a choreographer, but she was good, nevertheless. Damn you, Bada Lee, you and your talent. She got a draw out of it, so you two danced again together. It showed that you were Babysleeks student then. While dancing to the same song, the judges had a better comparison, there was no doubt that you were an experienced and skilled battler. It earned you a 2:1 victory.

As Bada was walking away to sit down, you grabbed Daniels mic again.

“In the end, hard work will always win over talent.”, you said.

Bada looked at you and huffed a laugh. She didn’t even sit back down with her team but went upstairs to go to their hideout room. Confused the director called out a break.

You signaled to your team that you would go to their room too but wished to be alone. You walked past Bebe’s blue door, briefly stopping, wondering if Bada was on the other side. Then you sighed and went to the WolfLo room. You laid down on one of the sofas and closed your eyes, to concentrate on your breathing.

You heard the door open and shut. “Go away, Haechi. I want to be alone. I am really pissed off.”

“Why? You finally won over me, aren’t you happy?”, an all too familiar voice said, which made you immediately sit up.

Bada stood there, leaning against the door.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, you groaned.

“I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Your victory was my present for you.”

“It’s not a present when I got it myself. I won fair and square.”

Bada huffed. “As if…”

“You’ll never be as good as me.”, Bada said annoyed.

Tears were rolling down your face. “I am sorry, I swear I’m doing the best I can!”

“To be honest, you should stop dancing. You are clearly not talented whatsoever.”, Bada said.

Your sad expression changed into confusion. “T-Talent? Bada, what are you talking about?”

“We have been dancing for a year now! What takes me five minutes to learn, takes you five hours. You are a shitty dancer… if you can even call yourself that.”, Bada huffed.

“What do you mean?”, you frowned. Surely Bada wasn’t being serious.

“People ask how long you have been dancing, they are shocked to hear you dance as long as me but can’t even get basic steps right. Do you even know how embarrassing that is? You are not even a beginner dancer. Whereas people ask me to join their crew or choreograph with them! Also, when we go to classes together, you hold up the entire class, because you can never get even the simplest choreo right. The teacher is annoyed with you, the other students are annoyed with you, I am annoyed with you! Please just save yourself the embarrassment and stop dancing. Because as long as you are here in the same classes, as long as you are dancing with me, you are only holding me back!”

“I am the reason you even started dancing! You should be grateful!”

“You are also the reason why I can’t get better! If it wasn’t for you, I would be already giving my own classes or win competitions with my own dance crew!”

“Bada, we started dancing for fun.”, you argued.

“I want to make dancing my life!”

“You promised that we would dance together!”

“I am better off without you!”

“Are you saying you let me win?”, you asked, standing up. Bada didn’t look at you, but walked around the room and pretended to look at something. You walked over to her and grabbed her arm to yank her around, so that she would face you.

“Don’t touch me!”, she yelled and shoved you away.

“You know, Bada… the funny thing is: I probably would have stopped dancing out of frustration of not getting better back then, if you hadn’t said anything. But you know me, if someone tells me to not do something, I end up wanting to do it even more. I should thank you. For being my motivation to keep dancing.”

“Oh really?”, she laughed.

You nodded. “In the past nine years, since our fight, there was not one day where I didn’t dance. Even when I was sick, I danced. Every. Fucking. Day. I danced. Just because I didn’t want you to win over me.”

“Yeah sure…”, Bada laughed again. “You are lazy. And dancing didn’t mean anything to you. You just danced around, you never got into it!”

“Dancing meant everything to me! Because I could dance with you.”

“See, you don’t love dancing for dancing! You would have done anything as long as it was with me! Ain’t I right?”, Bada frowned.

“Don’t forget that I loved dancing first, Bada Lee! All of what you are now is because of me! You may have talent, but you would never have found it, if it wasn’t for me! I built both of our careers. But honestly? I wish I would have never taken you dancing. We both would have regular lives, all of this shit would have never happened. Maybe you would have actually proposed today…”

“I guess we will never know.”, Bada said.

Part 2

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teamatsumu · 9 months

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Praise (Atsumu x reader one shot)

Summary: Atsumu won’t stop complimenting you, always telling you how beautiful you are. You think he’s full of crap.

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader

Word Count: 1,829

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive language, swearing

A/N: Okay, first Atsumu one shot, finally. Hopefully yall like it!

Your short huffs and the click, click, click of your heels were the only sounds on the concrete of the parking lot as you made your way to your car. The night air was particularly still today, causing you to build up a sweat within minutes of being outside. You fumbled with your tiny purse to pull out your keys, settling into the driver’s seat before sighing and letting your shoulders slump. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the seat, feeling your lips turn into a frown.

This did not go how you thought it would.

Your date was nice enough. He was kind and asked all the right questions. He hummed in all the right places and told you enough about himself and his life to get you intrigued. You were feeling very happy with how the night was progressing. You were sure, positive, that there would be a second date. How could there not? You both were vibing like crazy.

It seems you had completely misread him though.

Right outside the restaurant, just as you were about to suggest you two go for a little walk and continue talking, he had raised a sheepish hand to rub the back of his neck, apologizing that you just weren’t his type. He thought he was being subtle when he looked you up and down as he said it, but you knew what he meant immediately.

He didn’t find you attractive.

If this had been a few years ago, you would’ve been crushed at the thought. But you were no longer the timid girl from high school anymore. You were a grown woman with a good career. Things like this didn’t faze you much now. You were more annoyed than anything else at having wasted your one free night on something like this. Dating wasn’t something you were particularly interested in at this point in your life, not when you had finally started settling in at your job. And the thought that tomorrow at work a certain blond setter would ride your ass until you told him how the date went made you scowl even harder.

Sometimes you wondered if Atsumu had ever heard the word ‘professionalism’ in his life. He sure as hell didn’t show it. Especially when it came to you.

You had joined MSBY as their brand new manager seven months ago. You had been slightly timid at first, and way in over your head, having to manage a V1 Volleyball team right off the bat. Combine that with how hyper some of the members could be, and you had the perfect recipe for chaos. At that time, you hadn’t anticipated that these boys would become some of your closest friends. And you couldn’t have ever dreamed that Miya Atsumu of all people would be the one you’re most fond of.

Atsumu loved to claim that you had caught his eye as soon as he saw you, boasting that he had seen your potential and that you would be sticking with them for a long time. He had been right, of course. MSBY was notorious for going through managers like they were candy. No one stuck around after the first month. Except you, and Atsumu liked to think it was because of him.

True to his nature, he had flirted with you endlessly since you joined the team. If it wasn’t corny one-liners that showed you just how much of a dork he was, it was stupid and sleazy innuendos that made Sakusa groan and glare at him in distaste every time. Nothing deterred Atsumu though. He was hell bent on reminding you that you were the ‘prettiest manager we ever had’. And he thinks it’s because he made you feel so welcome (his words not yours), that you had stuck around for so long.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that his incessant flirting had actually made things much more difficult for a while.

It was Atsumu who had hyped up the prospect of you going on a date. He had ranted and raved that your date was a ‘lucky son of a bitch’ and how you would blow him away the minute he saw you. He had gone on and on until you were red in the face and scolding him to stop and get back on the court to practice.

You blamed him for your current predicament actually. No matter how much you ignored him or shot him down, his constant compliments had gotten to you. How could they not? You were still human, and Atsumu was, by your own admission, an attractive guy. Him telling you that you look beautiful more or less every day had given you this false confidence in yourself and that’s why you had agreed to go on a date in the first place.

(You knew your reasoning was a stretch. But blaming Atsumu felt good so you went with it.)

Your phone pinged, shaking you from your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at the phone screen. Speak of the devil.

Miya: How’s it goin’? Ya gettin laid tonite? ;)

You rolled your eyes at the text. Thumbs typing a reply quickly.

You: Make me something to eat. Preferably ramen.

Miya: Aw no :( That bad?

You didn’t reply, putting the car in gear and heading over to your new destination.

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A steaming bowl of beef noodles waited for you at the Miya residence, which you slurped down even though you had dinner not even an hour ago. Atsumu puttered around in the kitchen behind you as you half-focused on whatever volleyball game he was going through on the TV. You had hiked your dress up to your hips, Atsumu’s gray sweatpants covering your legs. Your hair was pulled into a messy knot on top of your head to keep it off your sweaty neck.

He finally sat down next to you with his own bowl, and the sounds of slurping and gulping overtook the thumps and cheers coming from the screen in front of you. For a minute, you two basked in the silence.

“So what happened?” He asked with a full mouth, voice slightly muffled. His eyes were still focused on the screen before him.

You sighed and chewed. “He said I wasn’t his type.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes at that and made a face. “‘Course yer not. Yer way too much for him ta handle.”

You gave him an offended look. “Huh?”

Atsumu nodded. “I mean, look at ya.” He gestured vaguely with his chopsticks. “And in that dress? Phew.”

You rolled your eyes. “You always do this, Miya. You always say all this mushy crap. This is all your fault.”

That made him pause, wide brown eyes looking at you. “Ha? How is it ma fault? What did I do?”

You glared down at your bowl as you thought of your next words. “You always talk about how beautiful I am,” you cringed. “Saying all these things to make me feel confident. Then I talk to an actual guy and realize you had built me up for nothing.”

Silence filled the space between you two as you stuffed another generous helping of noodles into your mouth, glaring at the TV and trying to ignore Atsumu’s stare on the side of your head as he set his bowl down on the coffee table.

“Okay, first of all, what do ya mean by ‘actual guy’?” He pouted in indignation, crossing his arms. You nearly snorted at the image. “Second, I never lied to ya! Not once! Well-” he stopped abruptly and pursed his lips in thought. “That dress ya wore for Bokuto’s birthday last month was fuckin’ hideous but-”

“Hey!”

“But that’s the dress’s fault, not yers!” He finished loudly. “I mean, ya still looked fuckin’ gorgeous-”

“Stop-” You held a hand up, placing your bowl next to Atsumu’s before frowning at him. “That’s what I’m talking about. Why do you keep doing that?”

He let out a frustrated huff. “Ya think I’m lyin’? Ya think yer not pretty?”

You shrugged. “I mean, I’m okay.”

Atsumu was already shaking his head at you, still scowling, his arms crossed. You trailed off and stared at him. It felt like you were being scolded like a child.

“I wouldn’ lie to ya, Y/N.” He said quietly. “Ya gotta be one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen. Like for real.” He ruffled his hair a bit, sighing. “That jerk made ya get all insecure ‘bout yerself. I gotta fix this.”

You could feel your neck heat up at his words, looking back at the TV when the sight of him became too much. This is exactly what annoyed you about Atsumu. He was too blasé about saying this stuff. He came off as so intimate at times, his words crossed so many boundaries. He didn’t even realize how much you were affected by his bold remarks, especially when he was sitting right there before you, in a black tee that stretched just right over his chest, and shorts that showed off his gorgeous thighs-

You closed your eyes and breathed deep and thinking about his words. How the hell was he going to “fix” this?

You nearly yelped out loud when you felt something soft make contact with your lips, eyes popping open to comprehend that Atsumu, your annoying, volleyball-playing, smirking, rowdy, smoking hot coworker was kissing you, placing a hand behind your head so you wouldn’t pull away, moving his lips over yours so deliciously it made your breath stutter and your eyelids flutter shut, until you were giving in and kissing him back. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, feeling yourself melt when Atsumu thumbed at the corner of your jaw, tilting your head so his mouth fit against you better. Your hands remained frozen in your lap, unable to move in case it broke the spell over you two. You let him guide the kiss, reveling in how soft his lips felt and how good he smelled so up close.

It felt like it was over too soon when you separated with a last, loud smooching sound that made your cheeks flush. Your breaths mingled, Atsumu not pulling away more than a few inches. You looked into his wide brown eyes, saw how his pupils dilated, the red that was creeping up from his neck to his ears.

“Ya believe me now?” He muttered, staring directly at your lips with a look so heated that it made your insides squirm. You hummed.

“I think,” you sighed. “I think I’m going to need a lot more convincing.”

He smirked at that, a teasing glint entering his eyes as his lips met yours again, harder this time, more sure, pushing forward until you were falling back into the plush cushion beneath you and his massive frame was hovering over you, the sounds of the TV completely ignored in the background.

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residenthughes · 1 year

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no bark, just bite

pairing: leon kennedy x reader

word count: 1.3k

tags/warnings: fluff, tad bit of nsfw? (not even, just *cough* sexual tension 😳), biting, no use of y/n, leon is just too handsome for his own good :(

summary: there comes a point where words are just not enough.

notes: RAHHHHH 🧟‍♀️ imagine being so overstimulated with how good leon looks in tiktok edits that you claim you want to bite him, only to end up writing this? 🧍🏾‍♀️ this was pretty self indulgent and i probably just rambled a bit in this but it's just funny really. leon deserves to know how feral you are for him, haha :)

also, I posted this fic on my ao3. would really appreciate any feedback you have on these fics or just wanted someone to talk to, my inbox is always open! :)

enjoy! <333

You don’t know what comes over you. The normalcy of your current situation mirrors that of any other day. Cosy pyjamas and fireplace lit. Toasty and comfy, you sit with your long-time boyfriend, Leon, after a long day of work. Bare back to you, he kicks off his shoes as he fills you in on the events of his day - nothing you haven’t heard before. However, for some reason, your usual calm mood is nowhere to be found. Jittery. That best explains how you’re feeling. You’re unsure how this has come into being. Sure, Leon was home just a little bit later than usual but you missed him. You really did miss him so much today. And as you watch him saunter around your room, figure encapsulated by the glow of the fireplace - hair tousled and eyes tired - you want nothing more but to kiss his worries away and melt into him.

Your head swarms with excess Leon, senses consumed by everything his presence brings. The soft hint of his cologne that lingers in the air, the low hang of his trousers around his hips that leave his blonde snail trail in full view, the outline of his muscles as he effortlessly manoeuvres around the room. You’re absolutely mesmerised by him (when are you not?), especially today. For no particular reason other than he was Leon Kennedy and deserved to be fawned over.

You would think this heightened state of infatuation would translate into kisses that you’d pepper against his face, lipstick stains smudged across the expanse of his skin. Or in the excitement you met his words with. This wasn’t the case, even when he sat down on the edge of your bed, back towards you as he busied himself with getting ready for bed. You moved behind him without thinking, thoughts in absolute disarray as you let him ramble, taken in by the sight of him.

He's beautiful. He's so so beautiful, in a way that pained you and filled you with glee all at once. Perhaps this was the first sign of the rage of your emotions, but as mentioned before, you don’t know what came over you. You were just with Leon, listening to him talk but more focused on the sight of him. He’s too pretty for words, too handsome to describe - you could just–

“Uhm?” Leon hums in confusion, forehead puckered. “I didn’t peg you as the biting type.”

You were at a loss for what to do. All your emotions raged through you like a hurricane, wrecking absolute havoc in your mind and heart that only knew one thing. Leon. Your feelings, devastating in nature, were building within you like a volcano just waiting to explode and you needed an outlet. But, again, you were at a loss - weren’t thinking straight, or at all really. So, in your drunken daze, your jaw unhinges, teeth burying in the supple skin of Leon’s shoulder, channelling your overstimulation in the strength of your bite.

Your eyes dart up to your boyfriend who doesn’t seem the least bit fazed. In fact, he gives you a simple smile, that charming smile that has you putty in his hands and you bite down even harder, cheeks flushed as excitement bundles in your chest.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he remarks, no trace of malice in his tone as he brings his other hand upwards, caressing the back of your head in an attempt to calm you down. Your jaw relaxes. “Wouldn’t wanna leave a mark now, would we?”

Your lips leave the warmth of his tanned skin, eyes scanning the area that blooms with ruby red, teeth marks rigid yet shallow. Despite Leon’s lax nature about what has just occurred, you can’t help but feel just a tad bit sheepish, heat migrating to the apple of your cheeks as you wipe away any spit that may have transferred onto his skin.

“I got a bit carried away there,” you mumble, eyes averting his gaze that lights fire against your skin. Amusement tugs at the corner of your lips, snicker bypassing your lips as you add, “This is what happens when you’re too fine for your own good.”

A chuckle of delight sounds from Leon and you finally direct your gaze from his skin to look at him. Bathed in the soft tangerine glow of the bedroom, shadows cast against the slopes of his handsome face, the smooth smile spread across his face igniting the flutter of butterflies that have permanently migrated into your stomach ever since you laid eyes on Leon. Their forever home, courtesy of the man himself.

“My own good, huh?” he simply echoes your statement, but your teeth are sinking into the flesh of your lips. It’s so silly, really silly actually. It’s been so long since your romantic feelings towards each other were out in the open, yet here you are, flustered over the smallest of things. Over him.

“Easy with that smile, Kennedy,” your threat is doused in absolute humour, but you can’t help but think about how much truth there is in what you say next. “Otherwise you’ll earn yourself another bite.”

There’s a beat of silence and in that quietness, you wonder if your threat sounded lame, if you seemed lame - after all, this was just another blatant show as to how much your world revolved around Leon, how much he consumed you and your thoughts. There was nothing you wanted more than him and he knew it. It was strange, being in such a vulnerable situation - baring yourself, unabashed and so truthful with your thoughts and feelings. But, Leon made it worth it. Worth the shame and anxiety. As you did him, he worshipped you, hanging onto every word you said as if it were a prayer. However subtle he may have seemed in terms of his affinity towards you, you knew. You knew in the linger of his stare, the warmth of his touch and the easiness at which love confession left his lips. You were his, and he was yours. Forever and always, as you’d say to each other.

There’s a sudden weight on the landscape of your thigh. A thumb grazes the expanse of your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You don’t even need to meet Leon’s eyes to be confronted with the heavy intimacy of the moment. You gulp, eyes flickering towards the source of the hand, to meet with sapphire eyes that dazzle with all the desire in the world.

Out of the blue - everything feels so claustrophobic, walls closing in and clothes unbearably tight. You blame it on the blaze of fire Leon kindles in the mere palms of his hands. He gives your thigh an abrupt squeeze, smile sleazy and eyes dark. It’s sickening how disgustingly taut the coil in your stomach is.

“Doesn’t sound like much of a threat if I enjoyed it.”

His eyes give it a go at staring into yours until you’d ultimately look away, but he’s distracted. His eyes flicker down to your lips, eyes drinking up every hue and wrinkle of them as his hand shuffles upwards.

You heave, body burning like a furnace, to which you’re sure Leon can tell as well. After all, the smirk that settles amongst his features is a dead giveaway.

Your hand finds refuge against the back of his head, fingers threading through the soft dirty blond strands as your eyes take in everything before you. Every emotion you feel towards Leon comes at you in full force, unyielding and terrifying. The thump of your heart rings in your ear and you’re at a loss for words. How did we end up here? Where is this going? So many thoughts are racing through your head, but you only manage to utter one.

“Kiss me.”

Brittle and pleading. Your voice carries an honesty that sends shivers down Leon’s spine. You watch as his pupils dilate, hands firm as he draws you closer into his web of desire.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

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beegalactica · 3 months

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Comparison is the thief of joy.

In a world where it seems like everyone else is doing so much better than you, how do you stop comparing yourself to them? You know it's unhealthy and unhelpful but you just can't seem to help it. Don't worry, I've been there and I know exactly what it's like.

Why We Compare Ourselves

Whether we're comparing our appearance; from our eyes to our hair, to even the shape of our fingers; or the grades that we get; the outfits we wear; or the person we are; I believe comparison stems from our insecurities. We may feel like we're not enough in our own right, so we look for people we think are better than us to justify it.

For me over this past week, I've been comparing myself a lot, and that's fine. I can be this confident and self-assured person, but I I still have moments where I don't feel like that - it's just how life works.

My first point of comparison was with a grade that I got in class. I got the second highest and of course, the first thing that popped into my mind was not how good I did on my own, but what I didn't do that relegated me to second place. Reflection is great for improving and bettering yourself, but you know that it has crossed the point into harmful comparison when you start to think: "I'm better than this person at x, y and z so how could they do better than me here?" We often resort to mentally trying to put the other person down so we don't feel so alone 'below' them, but that perpetuates unnecessary negativity.

My second point of comparison had to do with my 'love life'. There is a guy that I like, but we didn't work out, and now the thought of him possibly getting with someone else made me feel so low. It felt like a rejection in the worst way. It felt like the world was saying to me that "I wasn't good enough", not that the timing wasn't right or that it just wasn't meant to be. Obviously, I spent a lot of my time looking at the girl, thinking about all the ways she was prettier than me, taller than me, skinnier than me, etc. I started trying to pull her down in my mind, thinking of all the flaws that she 'had', to hide the fact that I was just insecure that I wasn't enough on my own.

But I refuse to let these events take a toll on my mental health and turn me into a bitter, jealous person because I know that I'm better than that, and I know that you are too.

How To Stop Comparing Yourself

To be honest, I don't know if I can ever get to a point where nothing can faze me at all, because I am human at the end of the day. What I do know is ways to cope and stop myself from spiralling as a result:

Accept the situation - accept the fact that it is what it is. I believe that things happen in life to teach me a lesson or to show me how I can come out of it stronger, and the first step in that journey is to accept that it happened. If things are meant to work out in the end, they will.

Plan your next steps - what are you going to do to give yourself peace of mind? In my case, I'll just have to work harder but also learn to congratulate myself more for the things that I do. I will also have to take some time to figure out why I have these insecurities and work on ways to uplift myself.

Affirm, affirm, affirm - I believe positive affirmations are amazing because who knows you better than you? If I say that I am a smart, hardworking person who is perfect just the way they are, who dares to tell me that I'm not? If I say that I am enough, how can anyone prove that I'm not? Sometimes your biggest enemy can really be your self-concept, but you need to train it to face setbacks and use them to further prove that you are above it all based on the way you deal with it.

Don't act out - don't become a hateful person. It can be hard because we think that it is the only thing that will make us feel better, but it makes us the same as all those other people who seek to pull others down to uplift themselves. Don't let a temporary event change your character.

Comparison is inevitable because the way that our world works is rooted in competition - who is the best? who is the prettiest? who is the smartest? But if you can answer all of those questions saying that you are, then don't let little things get you down. Life is all about growing and evolving, but don't forget to take a moment to celebrate your strengths and remind yourself of just how amazing you are.

You are enough.

I am enough.

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Last Kiss

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You could safely say that falling in love with Peter Parker was the easiest thing you had ever done. Everything about him was easy to fall for. He had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, for so long it had been the two of you against the world. He had been there for all the good moments in your life and you had been there for his.

You’d known for years you were in love with him, long before either of you confessed it to each other. You had thought of telling him for a while but every time you’d thought you’d built the courage to do it you always backed out, not wanting to ruin your friendship.

It wasn’t until nearly two in the morning on some random night in fall when you heard a tapping on your window that things changed. You awoke with a groan, not having been asleep for long but exhausted from the day before.

At first you weren't sure what had woken you up, ready to just brush it off and let your eyes fall shut again. Just as you shifted in your bed, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself you heard more tapping and sat up with a frown.

It took a couple of moments for you to realise it was coming from your window and you felt a smile pull at your lips, wrapping the blanket around yourself because the room was cold. You climbed out of your bed and pulled your curtains back to see a masked Spider-Man grinning at you.

You were quick to push the window open, smile dropping as you took in the busted lip, bloody cheek and blackening eye. Peter didn’t seem all that fazed about it as he climbed in through the window, quickly catching a book he had knocked on his way in before it could make a noise and closed the window for you.

“Fun night?” You asked as you made your way to your desk, pulling out the med kit you kept handy ever since you’d found out that the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man happened to be your best friend.

“Yeah, it was great!” Peter grinned, causing you to wince as more blood leaked from his lips, Peter ignoring it as he relayed the events of his night, making himself comfortable on your bed.

As he spoke you gently got to work on cleaning the blood coming from the different spots on his face, knowing that his healing factor would take care of the rest and in just a few hours you wouldn’t even be able to tell that he had been hurt.

“Better?” You asked as you threw the bloody wipes onto your nightstand, along with the med kit, too tired to bother putting them away.

“Thank you.” Peter nodded, smiling softly at you before he pulled himself off the bed.

As he stripped out of the suit and opened your wardrobe for a pair of clothes you’d stolen from him months ago you fixed the blanket and settled back against the pillows, stealing a glance or two before he was dressed and climbing into bed with you.

The two of you had been sharing a bed since you were kids, back then it was fine, easy, he was just your best friend then but now, now it was different. It was harder to ignore your feelings when you were pulled against a warm chest, Peter’s arms wrapping around you, holding you close to him.

You were so stupidly in love with him that it hurt some days.

“Thank you for always patching me up.” He murmured into your hair and you smiled into his chest, smoothing your hand along his shirt.

“Somebody’s gotta watch out for Spider-Man whilst he’s saving the world.” You laughed, feeling the rumble of Peter’s chest as he chuckled.

The two of you were quiet for a while after that, your eyes had drifted back shut and you let yourself relax even more against Peter, selfishly savouring the way he felt wrapped around you, memorising the way his thumb automatically stroked soothingly up and down your hip, cherished the way you’d never felt quite as safe as you did in Peter’s arms.

“I love you.” Peter whispered into the dark, the words catching him by surprise.

He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. He hoped you had fallen asleep, hoped you hadn’t heard his whispered confession and yet another part of him wished you were awake to hear it. He wanted you to know that you were the one for him, that he’d been in love with you for longer than he could remember.

You were silent for a moment, not daring to move as though it would break the spell and Peter would take the words back, play them off as a joke. It took you a few more seconds before you were able to force yourself to move.

You shifted out of Peter’s grip only far enough away so that you could look over at him with disbelief on your face. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe Peter couldn’t love you, it was just that you had never let yourself think he could love you the way you had loved him for so long.

“Y/N/N,” Peter started, torn between backtracking or just admitting it all over again, thankfully he was saved from having to decide when you smiled at him and reached out to cup his cheek, your thumb gently brushing over his already healing cut.

“I love you too.” You whispered back to him, watching as he froze for a second as if he wasn’t registering the words before a smile broke out and his whole face seemed to light up the dark room.

“Really?” He couldn’t help but ask and you laughed softly as you nodded, Peter leaned in and pressed your lips together, both of you smiling too much for it to be more of a brushing of your lips before Peter pulled you even closer and kissed you properly, the kiss soft and slow as he cupped your own cheek.

By the time the two of you were forced to pull away for air, you were dizzy and breathing heavily, Peter resting his forehead against yours and feeling just as intoxicatingly dizzy as you did.

Your first kiss with Peter turned into two then three until you couldn’t recall how many kisses were shared on that first night alone, neither of you able to stop until the pull of exhaustion forced you away from each other and you were able to fall asleep in his arms, not having to feel guilty for how much you enjoyed it anymore.

It went on for months, you and Peter shocking nobody when you announced that you were dating. Aunt May pulled you into a hug and told you she’d been waiting for you two to figure it out since you were six years old causing you both to laugh and share smiles.

Everything was perfect. The two of you were made for each other. You weren’t surprised that nothing much seemed to change between the two of you, Peter and you were still attached at the hip both during and after school, Peter still knocked on your window more nights than not to crawl into your bed after patrolling, the only difference now was that the two of you could be open with how you felt and that you could pull him down for a kiss whenever you wanted.

“You look gorgeous, love.” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as you looked at each other through the mirror.

Peter had never been shy with the compliments, even before you started dating he always seemed to want you to know how beautiful you were and yet somehow they never failed to make you blush.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” You smirked, turning around in his hold to drape your arms around his shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips.

The two of you were finishing getting ready to head to Gwen’s, her parents were away for some business trips and since school had just ended it seemed like the perfect time for somebody to throw a party.

As you headed in you felt Peter’s hand resting against the small of your back. That was another thing about Peter, he seemed incapable of keeping his hands to himself around you, there was always some part of him attached to you.

You weren’t complaining of course, you loved that Peter wasn’t afraid to show you off, you loved the feeling of him close by. Peter had always felt like home, felt safe, you would never push him away.

Peter was like the life of the party whenever he walked into a room, he didn’t care who anyone was, he’d say hi to you if you were popular or not, he’d pour you a drink and hand you some snacks and draw you into a conversation if you looked left out.

It was truly a wonder how people hadn’t figured out he was Spider-Man, both of them cared so much for other people, always willing to take a hit before he’d let someone else take it, always looking out for others.

Peter headed off to get you both a drink and you found Gwen in the crowd, letting her pull you in for a hug before she immediately started talking to you. You laughed along with her, joining in with the group she was with and were only pulled away when Peter found you with two drinks in hand.

You smiled at him, continuing with what you were saying before you were cut off by Peter’s lips pressing against yours and you couldn’t help but laugh into it as the others around you cooed and giggled.

“I was talking.” You said once he pulled away, Peter grinning down at you as he passed you a drink.

“Sorry, you just look so beautiful tonight.” He told you, causing you to roll your eyes playfully even as you blushed.

A few drinks later and Peter stumbled over to you, a happy grin on his face, his eyes bright as he wrapped himself around you, nuzzling into your neck and placing soft kisses against your skin.

“Dance with me?” He whispered into your ear, placing a kiss against it.

You weren’t usually one for dancing but Peter kept pressing kisses along your shoulder and you couldn’t help but give in to him, letting him lead you to the living room which seemed to have been turned into a dance floor for the time being.

Dancing with Peter was just as intoxicating as all of thing involving Peter seemed to be, the way his arms wrapped around you, gripping your hips as he pulled your back to his chest, moving against you, his lips still mouthing at your neck whilst he nudged you to tilt your head for him as you moved to the beat of whatever song was playing.

Peter danced with you for a song or two before he was pulling away from your neck, trailing a series of kisses up to your ear.

“Let me take you home?” He whispered, his voice thick and heavy with want and you wanted him just as badly, nodding against him and letting him lead you out of Gwen’s place and back to yours.

You had noticed straight away when something shifted, Peter knocked on your window less and less as the weeks went on, the two of you were so close that you felt the loss immediately. When the two of you were together he acted differently, pulling away more and more and if you thought that was bad in public it was even worse.

Suddenly Peter, who was usually so open with his affection for you, treated you like you were a stranger. It was strange to go from having him always with you to him pulling away. You had tried to accept that maybe he just needed some distance, you did spend a lot of time together, maybe he just needed to be alone for a bit.

But after weeks passed where you would go days without receiving a reply from him, without feeling his arms around you or his lips against yours you didn’t know what to do. Something was obviously wrong but instead of talking to you about it he was pushing you further and further away.

Peter, meanwhile, was freaking out.

He had been swinging through the city, ready to call it a night as things seemed to be quiet and head over to your house when he heard somebody frantically calling out for him. His spider senses immediately honed in on the voice and he swung faster towards it, dropping into a crouch in front of a scared girl.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, scanning the scene for any danger but other than the girl's pale face and shaking hands there wasn’t anything out of place.

“Spider-Man,” she breathed out, looking at him in fear. “He told me to give you this.”

The girl held out a large thick envelope that caused Peter to frown. He hesitated for a moment before he took it off her but didn’t open it just yet.

“Who gave this to you?” He asked, watching as she shook her head.

“I don’t know, he just grabbed me and dragged me down here. He told me I had to make sure you got that or he’d hurt me.” The girl began to cry and Peter shushed her gently, pulling her up and wrapping his arm around her.

“I’m really sorry, will you let me walk you home?” He asked her softly and spent the next twenty minutes walking through New York, making sure the girl got home safely before he swung a few blocks away.

He landed on a rooftop and sat down, opening the envelope and feeling his heart stop when a picture fell out. It was a picture of you with Spider-Man and when he tipped the envelope out he saw dozens more of the two of you together, thankfully each time he was fully suited and masked.

‘The itsy, bitsy Spider-Man sure would be crushed if something happened to his little girlfriend.’

Peter’s blood ran cold as he tried to run through all the people he had dealt with recently but couldn’t think of anybody who would be furious enough to stalk him and threaten you. He had always been nervous about mixing you and Spider-Man but you both thought you were being careful.

Clearly he was wrong and now you were in danger because of him.

Putting space between you made Peter feel like the biggest jerk in the world but he knew if he told you it would cause you to panic. He didn’t want you looking over your shoulder every second of the day, startling at every sound you heard and being too scared to leave your apartment.

He was torn. Being away from you hurt but he had to protect you. He never thought he’d have to choose between you and Spider-Man, you had accepted his masked side immediately but now he had to protect you even if you never knew.

“Will you stop!” You exclaimed as you tried to catch up to Peter, the man had gotten good at avoiding you. “Seriously, tell me what’s going on!”

“There’s nothing going on.” Peter insisted as he stopped walking to let you catch up to him.

“Don’t lie to me, don’t do that. I haven’t seen you in weeks and you’re telling me we’re fine?” You cried, hating the way tears stung at your eyes but suddenly you were exhausted, being away from Peter for so long was wrong.

“Baby,” he sighed, stepping closer to you to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry, ok, I just…you’re right there is something wrong but not with us.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.” You pleaded and Peter’s own eyes filled with tears as he shook his head, leaning down to press your foreheads together and just savouring the feeling of having you so close.

“I love you so much.” He murmured, leaning down to press his lips against yours, kissing you so softly, so carefully, like you’d break if he was too rough.

“Peter, please just talk to me.” You begged when he pulled back but he shook his head again.

“I can’t baby, I can’t.” He told you tearfully, leaning in to kiss you one last time before pulling away. “Just do me a favour please.”

“Anything.” You told him sincerely, worried for him and wanting nothing more than to help him.

“Tell me you love me.” He asked, looking at you with wide, watery eyes that made your heart break.

“Of course I love you, you know that right?” You asked and he nodded at you, his lips thinning into a line as he fought back tears.

“Yeah, yeah I know that Y/N/N.” He forced his lips into a smile, taking you in before he knew he had to leave. “I gotta go baby.”

You went to open your mouth but Peter just shook his head, murmuring an apology before he raced away from you, leaving you standing in the street, watching as he blended into the crowd of strangers.

If you had known that would have been your last kiss with Peter you would have held him close a bit longer, you would have made it last until you were both gasping for breath, you wouldn’t have let him walk away without an explanation like the many years of your friendship, of your love meant nothing to him.

But you didn’t know that would be your last kiss with him, not until you got a call from Peter whilst you were in the shower. You hadn’t heard the phone ring but you smiled once you sat on your bed, changed into a pair of clothes you had stolen from Peter, to see a voicemail from him, it had been over a week since the last time you’d seen or heard from him.

“Um, hey…hey baby.” Peter said shakily and your smile immediately turned into a frown. “God, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I should be doing this in person but I can’t, I can’t because it’d kill me to see you cry. I…Y/N, I have to break up with you. I’m so sorry, baby but I gotta. It’s for the best.”

For the best? How was him breaking up with you for the best?

“You did nothing wrong, Y/N, you need to know that. This is all me and God, Y/N, one day I promise you, one day I’m gonna make up for all of this but right now…just know that I love you so much, baby, I really do love you.”

Tears were streaming down your face by the time the message ended and you were left in silence, the only sound was your occasional sobs as you struggled for air.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, you and Peter were meant to be it, you were meant to be with only each other, that’s what you promised each other. It was always supposed to be you and Peter against the world.

Now you were alone, with no explanation as to why only a promise that he would fix it one day. You weren’t sure how he was supposed to fix this when he couldn’t even stomach being in the same room as you.

You and Peter had planned a future together, it was impossible to see it without him. You didn’t want to see it without him. You weren’t supposed to have a last kiss with him, he wasn’t supposed to be something you missed.

You were so set on a future with Peter, thought he was so sure about one with you that the idea of him changing his mind had never even occurred to you. You wish it had though because then maybe you would have expected this a little bit but nothing could have prepared you for this.

You didn’t want this to be the end of your story with Peter, this was never how you’d imagined it to end and yet there was nothing you could do to change it, the only thing you could do was hope that one day Peter kept his promise and made things right again.

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pinkrelish · 1 year

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Why is "I adore you" hitting so much harder than the usual "I love you"?! What have you done to me 😭😭 I worship this series you have no idea

eddie's still so scared to open up and let someone in that his unconventional way of expressing his feelings just hits deep. he's heard "i love you" a thousand times in his life through songs, movies, that one time his dad managed to tell his mom before she left them. after a while the idea of those words don't faze him. they used to mean an impending heartache. now they're just words. anyone can say them without putting meaning behind them.

but adore? that word sings to his blood. it's that first big stretch in the morning where his muscles are awakened with warmth, and his body sighs. it beats in his heart when he sees you at the start, middle, and end of his day. adore rings true when finds himself smiling at the tools in his hand when he should be working on the car in front of him, not daydreaming. it's the first word he turns to when he braves holding your cheek, and your foreheads fall together, and the intense ache of suppressed yearning from a far meets its end when your lips are at his beck and call, and finally, he knows true meaning of devotion: when you cherish the parts of him he always hid from others, and he reciprocates, appreciating all the areas of your very self you neglect. "i adore you."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #the yes policy #making my story hcs into actual posts? more likely than you think.#really just typing words out here

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morsartis · 1 year

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Miscommunication

Gamzee x Standoffish!Reader

Life wasn’t always kind, it didn't wait for people to catch their breaths, it didn't let you get used to what it threw at you, and it certainly never slowed down. Life had taught you the best thing to do was to meet it halfway and keep trudging. You had built a calloused exterior over time to deal with it. The sort of exterior that pushed people away because you couldn’t bring yourself to accept a hand held out in your direction. There was always some clause, some string, attached and you’d be damned before you fell for it. So for all of life’s pitfalls you’d hardened yourself against the potential. It worked as long as you didn’t count all the people you never meant to rub wrong- which you rarely did. If people were meant to be in your life they'd chip away at the walls you'd been steadfast in reinforcing, though you could admit to yourself you often made it far harder for people than you meant to. A small sacrifice for protection against getting hurt again.

Or so you had told yourself.

You’d been happy to be a prickly douche to whoever so much as looked at you for too long, snapping and glaring at every little thing life threw at you, and then you'd met Gamzee. The most spaced out, laid back motherfucker you had ever seen. Nothing fazed the troll. No barbed comment, no sneered look, no potential fight. It was as if he lived in a perpetual bubble of chill and good peace. After awhile it seemed almost cruel on your end to be mean to him at all. You’d been looking for a roommate to share your apartment with- rent was getting tighter each day and you knew it was only a matter of time before a check finally bounced- and Gamzee had simply made himself right at home.

You had wanted an Alternian roommate specifically to guarantee they’d mind their business so you could mind yours. Too bad Gamzee never got that memo. Or maybe he had and simply ignored it. Just like he’d ignored your attempts to make him leave you alone and stop letting himself into your room to “hang” or sprawling along the couch to be in your personal bubble. No matter how many times you snapped and snarled and attempted to get him to do as everyone else did and fuck off he had remained. In fact the more you tried to scare him off the more he seemed to make himself right at home. It completely baffled you at first as to why you couldn't make him leave and then slowly you had begun to accept it.

Begrudgingly and with the same level of discomfort as someone having their teeth pulled.

That seemed to be all Gamzee needed to get truly comfortable. The minute you had begun to see Gamzee as a friend and start to open up to the clown he’d dug his claws in with all the glee of a child refusing to let go of a beloved toy. He invited you everywhere with him, sometimes not even waiting for an answer. You had thought it the desperate actions of a quadrantless troll- until he finally introduced you to his “palest of diamonds”. Karkat was like looking in a fucked up funhouse mirror. The two of you snapping at each other and pushing away in all the similar ways. It was no wonder Gamzee had seemed so comfortable with you. He had a type! And apparently you fit the bill. It had taken much longer for you and Karkat to get acquainted than it had with Gamzee but when you did it was clear the clown had used the same tactics he was using on you now to get Karkat as his moirail.

A complete and utter disregard for your stubborn and standoffish nature.

Though according to Karkat your long term roommate had a dark side, one you hadn’t seen and was hard to believe, but sometimes you thought you caught glimpses of it when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Calculating lucidity that would flicker in his otherwise stoned and glazed over eyes. It was easy to dismiss.

But today you were reconsidering that dismissal.

It had started out all the same. You’d had the day off work and had taken to lounging on the couch with your phone using the TV as background noise. Whatever conversation you had started out having with one of your few friends had devolved into archaic memes and had long abandoned coherence a good fifteen minutes or so ago. Gamzee would be home soon, you had memorized his schedule out of necessity from the times he’d wandered into the bathroom to grab some of his things while you had been showering. The mortification had been brutal and your landlord had banned changing the locks in the apartment for reasons lost to you. So the bathroom lock remained broken and you had memorized Gamzee’s schedule as a consequence. Since then there had been no mortifying bathroom mishaps. Not that Gamzee had seemed bothered at any point, he hadn’t been creepy about it either, just grabbing his things as if you weren’t there at all. You weren’t sure whether to be grateful or concerned but had settled uneasily on grateful. Today was no different than any other when he got back. Humming and chuckling to himself as he shed off his jacket and left it on the floor when he came in- another losing battle with him- before wandering into the kitchen without a care in the world. It was as if he hadn’t even realized you were home as he rooted around in the fridge for what you assumed was faygo. The two of you would have to go grocery shopping sometime soon, food and drinks were getting low again. You could hear him shut the fridge with his hip and the soft hiss of carbonation as he unscrewed the lid on his soda and wandered into the living room where you were still curled up on the couch. For a moment neither of you said anything and then you could feel as his eyes slid to and over you. Again that rare lucid clarity came to his eyes in a brief flash before it was replaced by the ever present glaze as he smiled wide to see you.

“Hey buddy! You all up and got the day off?”

“Yeah. Figured I’d just relax.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.” He was still smiling that crooked smile as he hooked one long leg over the top of the couch and began climbing over it. You watched mildly unbothered by whatever strange fancy had struck him now as you continued sharing memes on your phone with your friend. Unfortunately that was all the acceptance Gamzee needed to plop onto the couch and then flop directly on top of you.

“Gamzee what are you doing?” You asked calmly. Maybe a little bit tiredly knowing from the start that it was a losing battle.

“I’m just gettin’ my cuddle on.” He replied cheerful as ever. One arm snaked underneath your back to wrap around you as he began slowly inching his way up your body to rest his head on your chest. He’d had the fortunate thought to tilt his head so you wouldn’t be gored by his long goat-like horns. But it didn’t stop him from snuggling himself closer. Sighing heavily you set your phone aside and wrapped an arm around his neck.

“Didn’t we have a talk about this yesterday?”

“I dunno. Did we? I just wanna get my motherfuckin’ cuddles on. Feelin’ all sorts a clingy lately.”

“What do you mean?” You asked curiously but Gamzee’s mind was clearly already drifting away as he snuggled into your hold. One of his hands dangled off the couch with the bottle of faygo and you hoped he wouldn’t drop it. It took forever to clean up and you’d just cleaned the rug not even three days ago. For a while the two of you just laid there, Gamzee’s ear twitching as he listened to your heartbeat. His clawed fingertips on the arm wrapped around you tapped what you figured must be the beat of your heart on your side. You were half asleep underneath him, the chilled weight of his body helping calm you, when he finally shifted. You glanced down at him and found his chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you. Again that lucidity had returned to his eyes as he watched you.

And then the unthinkable happened. The thing that turned your thoughts on the clown upside down.

He slid in closer and before you realized what he was doing he had pressed his lips to yours. The first thing you registered was that they were cold, the second thing had been the slick slide of the greasepaint he wore as his mouth moved against yours, and the third was the way he was still staring at you. His eyes were still open, still watching, as he pressed his mouth to yours insistently. Your sound of confused surprise was muffled as he shifted his head just so and his tongue licked across the meat of your bottom lip. Eyes wide and shocked you tensed and he nipped lightly at your mouth before pulling away a more smug smile on his face.

“You taste like popsicles.” He told you voice pitched strangely. Swallowing nervously you struggled to find words to even say to him.

“Gamzee?”

“Hm?”

“What the hell was that for?” You hated how meek you sounded but the shock had been too great. He’d never even given you an inclination he saw you as anything more than a good friend.

“A motherfucker can’t just all up and kiss his matesprit?” He asked, clearly confused.

“Your what?”

His eyes suddenly went as wide as yours, a startling look on his face as he seemed to struggle to keep them open most of the time.

“Oh shit.” He breathed, “I forgot to ask you.”

#gamzee x reader #homestuck #hiveswap #friendsim #gamzee makara #request #oneshot #I AM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER #I wish I had made it longer but if I did I would have rewritten it again #I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY #But I hope you like it regardless!

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🐈 Give me the drama!

Drama, eh? How about the tragedy that is Dustpelt's mother?

Mild trigger warning for xenophobia.

I split up Robinwing's kittens amongst others. Frostfur and Chestnutwing are their only children, though she does give some help to Brindleface and Whitestorm both for a small amount of time. All Queens helped out with Brindlekit and Whitekit though. Brindlekit's mother abandoned Thunderclan after giving birth and never said who the father was, and no one claimed her. Longtail was born to Patchpelt still, but now his mother is an OC named Bluebellfur. This successfully shatters one of the problems that Robinwing, Fuzzypelt and Patchpelt caused.

As for Dustpelt, Cherrypaw and Ravenpaw? They are now the kittens that belong to Grayflower.

Grayflower is a skinny gray and cream/dilute tortoiseshell molly with purple eyes. She had her kits Honor Sired by Featherwhisker. They had NO relationship, she just wanted a Thunderclan Sire and Featherwhisker gave a thumbs up as long as she didn't involve him. He ain't a father.

She appears first during Bluestar's Prophecy as a young apprentice, trained by Fuzzypelt, and is one of the (many) cats egging on Thistlepaw. Yeah! Let's ruin those soggy fish munching freaks! Sure I'll show you a good spot where you can beat the snot out of an innocent kittypet, they're not truly cats, after all.

Yeah... if Featherwhisker knew how nasty she could be, I don't think he would have Honor Sired.

She was a TOUGH lady. Awful habits aside, nothing EVER fazed Grayflower. Ever. Cucumber trick would not have worked, kitty is unshakable.

As for her family, one would be SHOCKED to know that her parents are Tawnyspots and a brilliant cat known as Flypelt. Sadly, Flypelt passed in childbirth, leaving Tawnyspots alone with Graykit and Thrushkit. Where Thrushkit would become Thrushpelt, a proto-Fire Law supporter, his sister Grayflower would become a proto-Tiger Law supporter. A HARD Codeist.

However, oddly enough... She was a very loving mother. She held Cherrykit, Dustkit and Ravenkit close, amused when Ravenkit showed purple eyes like hers. She loved them so much, telling the three all the time how proud she was, making sure to hunt for them when she could to get their favorite prey - Robin. She even made a request to Bluestar to hold Ravenkit back for a while, her son too nervous to leave the nursery just yet.

She was the mother that would leave kind notes in your lunchbag, pack cool bandaids in her purse whenever you scraped your knee and tell you you're being so, so brave when she uses the antiseptic spray. Grayflower would make sure you eat your veggies and use your manners and help you if you needed it.

But she would then go online and rant about 'filthy' outsiders posing a threat, and cats with "outside blood" should be thrown out of the Clans, and no one could ever hope to be as holy or pure as a "Proper Thunderclan cat".

Her death comes swiftly in WCR!Into The Wild, she dies in the same battle Lionheart is killed in. Her throat is slashed by a Shadowclan cat, she's dead before she even hits the ground. Firepaw didn't like her, but when he sees how it effects her 3 kids, he understands that while she wasn't kind in any way towards him, she was still loved.

Cherryshine hides away in the warriors den, holding a small gift that Grayflower made for her, a wooden figure. Dustpaw goes from snarky and rude to just... Closed off completely. No one can get him to talk for several days. Ravenpaw clings to Graypaw and Firepaw harder for a while, having even more nightmares...

Her impact is felt harder in her death. Dustpelt had always wanted to be like her, and when he grows up he realizes just how horrific her ideals had been. Cherryshine had started to reject her ideals as an apprentice, but it never meant she didn't love her mother, never wanted to see her get better.

Ravenpaw though? Oooh, that's the juicy one.

Ravenpaw's Farewell is about grief, loss, and how people we lose can still have effect on us, even years down the line. Ravenpaw visits the graves of cats he knew regularly, the ones that haven't been paved over for an almost completely unused road. Grayflower's grave is included. He has... Some feelings about her.

When Tigerclaw had started to blame him for all the bad things happening in Thunderclan, would she have believed him? She would have died for her kids, but she would have died for Tigerstar's plans too. She believed Tigerclaw's every word... Had she loved Ravenpaw enough?

She would love who Barley is, he's funny, strong, and always up for a quick hunting session or a fun wrestle.

But she would hate what Barley is, so, so much. She hated all outsiders, especially clanless cats.

Would she hate him too?

#warrior cats #warrior cats rewrite #warriors #wcr #asks #warriors ocs #original character #grayflower #cherrypaw #ravenpaw #wc barley #dustpelt #tigerclaw #tw xenophobia

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book-place · 2 years

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Rebelling Against Life

Warnings: mentions of eating rat poisoning, mentions of falling off a roof, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Matt Murdock x teen reader, Foggy Nelson x teen reader, Karen Page x teen reader

*not my gif*

Summary: Nelson and Murdock have a new intern. One who really does not seem to want to be there

A/N: In light of recent events, I decided to take a quick break from requests and fall back into my Daredevil obsession- therefore writing this fic for you guys that I’ve had ideas for for a while

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“You’re late, Y/n.” You heard Matt say as soon as you stepped into the office, before you could even close the door.

You huffed, slamming the door shut way more aggressively than need be, “Well, there was traffic.”

“You walk to work.” The man reminded you, glasses aimed at nothing as he spoke.

You decided to change the subject with a roll of your eyes, “How does the blind man even know who’s walking through the door?” You asked rudely.

Murdock didn’t even seem fazed, “Because Foggy and Karen are already here.”

You glanced to the side to see the two of them sitting in one of the rooms, no doubt going over a case, which you could tell by their hunched over figures and fast moving lips.

“Whatever.” You grumbled, moving to the side of the room and discarding your jacket on a random chair.

You heard the man sigh from behind you, “You have to start taking this interning position more seriously, Y/n.”

“Why?” The question came out as a snap, “It’s not like I’m going to become a lawyer when I’m older.”

In complete truth, the idea of going into that field of business never repelled you. In fact, you wouldn’t mind becoming a lawyer someday.

But from the second you were born, your parents had this whole big plan for you to grow up and be the most successful lawyer possible. Meaning studying all the time, and interning jobs such as the one you currently had at ‘Nelson and Murdock’.

And having that future shoved down your throat all your life, only built up this fire inside you that provoked you to rebel and fight against that plan, no matter how much you didn’t hate the idea. The only idea you hated was that other people could tell you how to live your life.

Matt closed his unseeing eyes, doing everything in his power not to lose his patience with you, “Nevertheless, it’s still good for you.”

A scoff escaped your lips, “Yeah, about as good as eating rat poison.”

The door to the office opened, and Karen poked her head out, interrupting all further conversation before it could turn into an argument, “Oh, good, you’re here. Would you mind making copies of a couple things?” She asked you.

She handed you the stack of papers before you could even reply, and one pointed look from Matt- which was actually at the wall next to you, but still- left you sighing and nodding, to which she beamed and thanked you before going back to the table.

You begrudgingly stomped over to the printer, jabbing a couple buttons harder than need be and stood there with your arms crossed as you waited for the machine to finish up.

“Quit pouting.” Matt called, walking past you and through the door of his office, holding a hand out slightly so that he didn’t hit a wall.

Your arms quickly uncrossed, “How did you-“

“Lucky guess.” He cut you off, turning around so you didn’t see him try to suppress a grin.

When the machine finally let out a beep to tell you it was done, you marched into the room that Foggy and Karen were sitting in, grunting in return to their ‘thank you’s’.

Right before you turned to exit the door, you felt yourself hesitate as Matt’s words rang in your head, bouncing around as if they were on a trampoline inside your brain, “Can I do anything else for you guys?”

They both looked up in surprise, lips parting slightly. It was clear that neither of them had expected you to ask that at all.

Quickly though, they smiled and Foggy actually asked you to start reorganizing a filling cabinet that he hadn’t gotten around to yet.

The two adults exchanged a look of disbelief as you nodded, accepting the job without any whining or sassy remarks, and shuffled out the door.

The rest of the afternoon- for once- was silent. There were no dramatic tantrums from you, or arguing with Matthew. You simply did the tasks that they assigned to you, all while deep in your own thoughts.

Karen finally came out and told you that you could take a fifteen minute break, to which you accepted with a single nod, picking up your jacket and scurrying out the door.

It was only once the door clicked shut softly behind you that the three of them spoke, “What’s gotten into her today?” The woman asked, staring at the spot you had just been standing.

“I don’t know,” Foggy replied, putting his hands up in mock surrender, “But I’m not arguing.”

She hummed in agreement.

Matt stood up from his desk suddenly, “I’m gonna go talk to her.”

The other two exchanged uneasy glances, “Are we sure that’s the best idea?” Foggy asked, “You two aren’t exactly notorious for getting along for long periods of time.”

“We’ll be fine.” He brushed it off with ease.

He quickly moved out of the room and began making his way to where he knew you would be- and not just because he could hear your heartbeat.

The wind caught him by surprise when he stepped onto the roof. Not because he didn’t know it was going to be there, but because of how cold it was. Normally the office would reflect the temperature from outside, and it had been warm in there all day.

He didn’t need to see to know that you were sitting on the floor with your legs dangling over the edge, something that made him nervous that one gust of wind would send you flying over the edge.

Slowly, he walked over and sat down next to you, but not putting his legs over the building as you were.

He could sense your head turning to him, “How did you know I was here?”

You hadn’t made a sound since he entered, and he was blind, so you felt that you asked a relevant question.

“Lucky guess.”

Even though you knew he couldn’t see you, you still ducked your head to hide the smile threatening to crawl its way onto your face at his answer.

A silence fell over the two of you that was neither comfortable, nor uncomfortable.

If it weren’t for the sound of your heartbeat, Matt might have thought that you had fallen off the roof for how quiet you were.

“I really do want to be a lawyer.” You finally spoke up softly, surprising both yourself and the man next to you with your words.

“Really?“ He asked in genuine curiosity.

You nodded, momentarily forgetting about the whole blind thing, “But having my parents tell me every second of my life that it’s what I have to be makes me want to want the opposite.”

“I get it.” He said, still facing a cityscape he could not see, “You don’t want to live up to what society tells you to be; you want to live up to it on your own.”

Your head turned to him in shock, “Yeah,” You breathed out.

“I understand why you act the way you do, but you have to know that we- Karen, Foggy, and I- just want to help you. We’re not trying to make your life difficult.

“I know.” You said softly, intertwining your left and right hand together and placing them in your lap, looking down at them intently.

He reached over, placing a hand on your shoulder, “We’re here for you.”

You looked up at him gratefully, “Thanks… old man.”

He groaned playfully, dropping his hand back to his side and throwing his head back, “Anddd it begins.”

A small grin cracked on your face, “Oh, come on. You can’t just have all this wise advice and not expect me to refer to you as ancient.”

His grin was so large that it was beginning to hurt, it wa the first time he had smiled this much in a long time, “No, I suppose not.”

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familiarstale · 16 days

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Before he went by the name Ruin/Jigsaw he still went by the name Eclipse and this is still pretty early on in the robot apocalypse when he finds something that will eventually become super precious to him.

Ruin Eclipse has been kidnapped out of TSAMS because they were doing him so dirty

Under a readmore because long

The sounds of screams and gunfire weren’t constant anymore, but you could still hear mayhem off in the distance. The fusion eclipse currently hiding behind the burned-out car hated hearing them. When around the others, they pretended the sounds didn’t faze them, but when on their own they shut off their eyes and held their hands over their audio sensors. Anything to try and block it all out.

The vibrations of violence grew a little more distant, and he felt safe to abandon his hiding spot. Switching their eyesight back on, the eclipse peeked over the top of the car, exposed endoskeleton fingers resting on the roof. The coast was clear. The hybrid eclipse quickly fled the area, not wanting to be there when the others cycled back around.

They darted down abandoned streets, rushing past cars that were still burning, hoping not to run into any survivors. He had no idea what to do if he did. Obviously, if any of the others were around, he’d have to kill the person but when alone it was harder to know. He’d want to let the human go – but what if the others found out?

Eclipse was still learning how to move with one damaged leg. If the others became enraged, they didn’t want it ripped all the way off.

They sprinted across rubble and frighteningly large pools of dried blood, and they almost fell from the sudden vibrations of a fight coming close again. Freezing, they listened, rays twitching slightly.

There were no screams, no pleas for mercy. So it wasn’t more murder just a … ‘friendly fire’ kind of thing. Their motor ran a little faster. They didn’t want to deal with that either.

Ducking into the closest hulk of a destroyed building, the sun-moon fusion bot crouched among piles of debris. Their yellow and blue wrists and yellow and red eyes glowed in the darkness. They hoped that wouldn’t give them away.

All he had to do was wait until they passed. That shouldn’t take too long. Just wait there, quiet. He’d done this countless times.

Eclipse jumped at the sound of voices. They looked around frantically, this way and that. Their rays could only twitch a little now; they would have shot upright in fear, if they still worked properly. But now, they only twitched. The voices weren’t coming nearer but they weren’t fading away, either. Someone in the building? They didn’t recognise them… and a human survivor group wouldn’t have such noisy, open conversations anymore.

… It could be one of those voices, the other type the former attendant had started to hear. The type that showed up when no one else was actually around. They hesitated, then slowly stood up, looking carefully around their surroundings.

He’s heard of museums, from chatting with children, a long time ago. This sort of looked similar to the descriptions, though this place was almost completely destroyed. Once-beautiful cement pillars had crumbled, and all of the display cases had been smashed, glass glittering on the floor. Some shards stuck to the bottom of the fusion’s shoes. Reaching down, he brushed them off, careful to not get any lodged into his exposed hand joints.

Looking around, they used the glow from their wrists and eyes to see more of their surroundings, stepping carefully to not pick up any more glass.

A lot of the display cases, even though now only wreckage on the floor, had been emptied. Only shelving, signage, glass and the sides of old wooden displays lay in heaping piles. Signs sliding off the rubble stated these cases used to hold historic weapons. Swords, bows and arrows, spears. These ancient tools must have been grabbed by humans, for protection. But, would old weapons of stone and wood, or even metal, really work against animatronics that had gone rogue? Stepping over broken wood, Eclipse picked up a very battered wooden rifle, turning it over in his hands. Broken. No trigger and the barrel had large cracks. No wonder no one took it. They tossed it aside and continued on, at times placing a hand on the wall for balance.

One of the next displays had been of various knives and swords – at least, judging from the description plaques, anyway. As expected, large sheets of glass and many thousands of sparkly, jagged shards covered the surrounding floor. This display case was mostly intact, but it slumped to one side. The case was just about picked clean. What would knives do to animatronics hellbent on ending human life? Eclipse had no idea. They grimaced at the thought, hoping that any humans who believed a tiny knife would give them… any sort of protection at least went out fast.

Climbing onto a toppled pillar, Eclipse searched for any part of the floor that wasn’t covered in broken glass when something caught their eye. They slid off the rounded pillar and carefully stepped across shards. They placed their hands on what seemed like the last, mostly unbroken display case. Half the glass front was gone, but on the other side was a very, very large sword. Eclipse was a little under 7ft tall, and looking at the sword, he guessed it had to be roughly 5 foot in length. How could humans possibly use something pretty much their height? Granted, that was probably why it was left behind, but why was something so massive even made in the first place? What a waste of steel!

It was beautiful, though. Yeah, now very dull and it could use a polish, but it was beautiful. The handle was a deep grey, almost black. Plain at a glance, but when examined more closely, there were indents, grooves with little ridges, to help keep a tight hold on the weapon. And the blade. It was so long! And while it wasn’t all that thick, it certainly wasn’t paper-thin. It could be used with force. Something like that probably would be useful against a raging animatronic. The only reasons the eclipsed bot could think of for it being left behind were how long and heavy it was, and how very blunted the edge of the blade appeared. Sharpening something that large would take time and patience. Neither of these were in big supply during the heat of an apocalypse. That and the size. A frightened human trying to wield that might have events take a bad turn.

They looked around, left and right, listening carefully. Silence. Well, other than the constant purr of their own motor functions. The abandoned museum was dark and empty.

Eclipse focused back on the large weapon, rays twitching a little. Moving past where half the glass had been removed to get to what had probably been much smaller blades, they reached in. One hand rested on the remaining glass pane, but even by leaning in and stretching their other arm out, they weren’t even close. They kept inching closer to the sword, but the jagged edges began to scrape their sensitive exposed endoskeleton.

They let out a small hiss and backed away, checking their arm and face, worried about further damage. Thankfully none. The giant, shark-toothed remaining pane of display glass might have been another reason the sword had been abandoned. Even a giant of a human would hate to cut up their arms, especially now all hope of dependable medical care had vanished.

Backing away, the bot looked around for large but lift-able chunks of rubble. He tried to pick up a fragment of a smashed pillar, but his mechanical joints protested. Eclipse let go and heaved a synthetic sigh. Rays twitched in annoyance. Trying again, he grabbed the chunk of pillar with both hands and attempted to heave it up. His mechanical joints screamed, but he didn’t quit.

Eventually he had it lifted to about knee-height. They were simulating panting, just about, fighting against their built-in limitations to lift something heavier than they were designed for.

Holding it tight against their thighs, they slowly, slowly inched closer to the large section of intact glass. They would need to throw it at the glass AND back away as fast as possible to avoid flying shards. It would be… very bad to get razor-sharp bits of glass, like tiny knives, lodged inside their joints. Or worse. That shouldn’t be too hard…

Eclipse simulated a few deep breaths to calm any nerves and worries about things going terribly wrong.

Once close enough, he stopped and simulated a deep breath to lift the chunk of cement a little higher. Another moment of hesitation and then he shoved the large fragment forward as hard as he could. As soon as it left his hands, he jumped back, staggering a little but somehow managing not to lose balance completely.

He flinched away, arms shielding his face, just as a loud crash rang out. Followed by the extra tinkle of the rest of the glass pane peppering the floor.

Rays twitching, Eclipse lowered his arms and glanced around. Hopefully no one else heard that…

Waiting… waiting… waiting… nothing. Nothing but his own motor roaring inside him and now his cooling fans trying to calm him down. But no one heading inside to investigate the crash.

Another synthetic breath, this one coming out as more a sigh of relief.

Stepping forward, Eclipse avoided as much of the glittering danger as he could but with the fresh wreckage it was impossible to avoid it completely. Luckily he still had both shoes at least.

They reached in and pulled their new prize free from the broken shelving and piles of glass. It had some weight to it. Most likely it was solid steel. The sword was lighter than the cement, though. It took some effort, but he was able to carry it.

…

Eclipse eventually left the abandoned, broken, former museum, clutching their new weapon. They waited until they were fully and completely convinced the coast was clear outside.

…

It’d taken a while to find sharpening and polishing tools. Weeks even. The eclipsed animatronic had to store his new sword somewhere safe until he was able to actually fix it up. The last thing he wanted was for it to be snatched from him before he could even see if it would be useful.

Finally though they did find the restoration kits they needed. At last, they came across a wrecked hardware store which still had metal files and rasps for sharpening tools, and some soft cloths for shining up silver and brass. They found a quiet safe place to get to work. They were just finishing up. He brought the gleaming blade close to his face, examining it.

“Really does look quite sharp… Now for a quick polish, to pretty you up a bit.”

As the eclipsed bot stroked and wiped the polishing cloths along the length of their new sword, they couldn’t help but admire how it shined in the dim light of the abandoned house.

Once they were finished, they carefully traced a finger along the flat surface of the blade. “Pretty...” They tilted it until they could see themselves reflected on the mirror-like surface. They quickly tilted it away again, averting their eyes. Their Sun and Moon probably wouldn’t have approved of taking such a weapon if they were still around.

It would be fine. They would use it for protection only! … Their rays retracted as far as they were able to. Their confidence in that wasn’t very strong.

Mostly for protection …maybe.

Trying to not think unpleasant thoughts of what they might be forced to do, Eclipse decided, for the moment, they were just going to admire their new beautiful sword. They turned it from side to side, watching it glisten in the low light. Beautiful. Deadly. But, beautiful.

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if you’re still taking requests, do you think you could do a dom/sub piece after Alice and harry become bf/gf? Maybe a punishment or something? So curious how their dynamic would be! Your writing is incredible btw

Hi babes!! Thanks so much for your kindness and for the request! I tried to do something slightly different here, to show their new dynamic, but I’m not sure if it worked or not. So would love thoughts/feedback. Hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

warnings: smut, angst, dom!harry. ——

My relationship with Harry may not have been my first ever relationship, but it certainly felt that way. It was my first adult, long-term relationship. And it was the first time I ever felt genuinely in love with the person I was with. So, everything we did together felt meaningful and special. Especially the first few months.

The first time that we had sex as a couple, I was an emotional wreck. I’d expected it to be just like all the other times that we had hooked up in the past. But Harry was gentle, sweet, and took his time. He went slow, held me close, showered me with love. Of course he was still Harry. So he made a few silly jokes, smugly reminded me that he can now finally make love to me. Breaking my old rule.

The intense emotions this induced overwhelmed me. I had no way of navigating through them, as he whispered “loved you from the moment we met. You were always more than sex to me. You’re so perfect,”so I attempted to shut them down. Urging Harry to go faster, harder, to ignore me or be mean. But he only wrapped his fingers around my neck, whispering in my ear that he loved me, wanted me to feel good, wanted me to look him in the eyes so he could see the pleasure I was feeling. Afterwards, he held me to his chest, reminding me that I don’t have to pull away anymore, that it’s his job to look after me now. The release was intense. Physically and emotionally. I sobbed into his chest, but that didn’t seem to faze him. Falling asleep in his arms, and not having to rush out in the morning, or kick him out in the middle of the night, or sneak away before he could wake up was the greatest relief I’d ever felt.

Our first date was similarly perfect. Almost disgustingly perfect. We dressed up. He brought me flowers. Held doors open for me. Blushed as he flirted, touched my hand gently over the dinner table. Even though it felt like we already knew each other, he insisted that he was doing this “the right way.” Not just for the good of our relationship, whether we break up tomorrow or get married ten years from now, he wanted me to always have this memory as a standard for how I should expect to be treated my a partner. He was unbelievably sweet. I couldn’t believe that perfect moments like this were happening to me. That I got actually experience them. I’d always assumed that love like this only existed in the fantasies of naive adults who had never struggled a day in their lives to know what the real world was like; or in escapist romcoms that were written to be detached from reality and make you forget the cruelty of your own life, if only temporarily. I was never a fan of such fantasies because I always felt like the unrealistic expectations they set only ever ended in disappointment. Not to mention the heightened pain of realizing that my life will never even come close. Suddenly, here I was, living the fantasy. It was unsettling. But you’d be surprised what humans are capable of getting used to.

Maybe it was the distance. Harry always traveling meant that we could only be together a few weeks at a time, most of the year. Especially if he was coming out with new music, touring, or promoting a film. So, whenever we got to be together, we tended to stay in our happy, little bubble. Savoring every moment, avoiding arguments, sweeping any conflicts quickly under the rug so as not to “sour” the precious time we have left together or waste it on fighting. Things seemed to be wonderful. That is until Harry’s tour ended, and he was finally home. Indefinitely…

***

I woke up in the morning, my heart skipping a beat when I remembered that Harry was home, smiling to myself, I reached over to his side of the bed with my eyes still closed, attempting to pull myself closer to him. My arm landed on empty bedsheets. I felt around for him, but his spot was cold. He’d gotten out of bed a while ago.

My eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the sunlight peering through fabric of the curtains. Looking around me, the state of the bedroom reminded me of last night. The empty plate on the nightstand had contained the aftercare snacks that Harry had hand-fed me as I laid in his arms, half asleep, barely feeling my legs after the number of orgasms that he’d coaxed out of me. The bottle of lube and nipple clamps on the floor were self-explanatory. My fingers subconsciously ran over my breasts, checking to see if my nipples still hurt. Only a little bit. But the memories made me miss Harry’s body on top of mine, his warmth wrapping us both, his hands around me, whispering encouragement into my ear, “it’s okay, darlin.’ It’s okay to let go. Go on; I’ve got you…you look so pretty when you cum, you know that?” Fuck, I wanted him. Where was he, anyway, and why wasn’t he here right now, holding me the way that he did last night? He usually woke me up with a cup of coffee in bed. It was my favorite thing about waking up every morning. Hearing his voice gently drag me out of sleep, feeling his breath on my face as he’d give me a morning kiss and wait for me to sit up before handing me the mug. Waking up without him was awful in comparison.

I got out of bed, too impatient to make the bed, wash my face or get ready for the day before I ran downstairs to find Harry, my feet sliding across the stairs dangerously. An involuntary smile took over my lips as soon as I spotted the back of his head. He was sitting in the living room, with his laptop on the couch, typing away. I expected the loud noise of my footsteps to be enough to alert him to my presence, but he didn’t move.

“M- umm- good morning.” I cleared my throat, my voice still strained from sleep.

It took Harry a moment, but he eventually turned around as I approached the couch. I could see him more clearly now. His hair had been styled, he was in a hoodie and his staple ripped jeans, his glasses on his face. He looked so good and comfortable. A contrast to the way he had looked last night without his shirt on, his taught muscles flexing as he thrusted into me, his face flushed, meaning in pleasure. The memories replayed in my head again, I bit my lower lip and I swear I felt my thighs clench together. Gosh, the things this man does to me.

“Oh, hey Alice.” He mumbled, sparing me a glance before going back to his laptop.

Alice? He almost never calls me that. Had I done something wrong? Had I upset him? I squinted, watching his face for further signs. He did smile at me, briefly, but it took him a while. Like his face had needed to catch up to his brain, or something. A small hint of almost imperceptible anxiety began to creep into my body. Something doesn’t feel right. If it weren’t for the computer in his lap right now, I’d be sitting there, making him kiss me. I thought for a moment before it occurred to me that I still had access to his cheeks and lips. Hesitating slightly, I shrugged off my doubt and went in for a morning kiss.

“Hi.” He smiled as we pulled away, his dimples flashing. I felt him relax into the couch.

Okay, maybe things were fine. I perched on the couch next to him, sliding myself under his arm and snuggling into his side as he’d returned to typing. His hoodie smelled of to tobacco, ginger, and vanilla. His signature cologne, no doubt. My mind had come to associate that cologne bottle with warmth and comfort. Harry was ingrained into my subconscious. He smelled like home. We were definitely in it for the long haul. I sighed audibly, closing my eyes, and feeling his chest rise and fall steadily as he breathed.

“You sleepy?” He asked.

“No, no. Just…love you.”

“Hmm.”

What, no ‘love you too?’ I guess I was back to worrying.

“So, have you had coffee yet? I could make us some. It’ll be my turn this time.” I pulled away from him to watch his face for a reaction.

“Hmm? W-wait what did you ask?” He finally stopped typing long enough to look at me.

“I asked if you wanted some coffee.”

“Oh! Oh, no. I’m all good I’ve already had some.”

“When?” I didn’t expect that declaration to sting as much as it did. Not only had he not brought me coffee this morning, he’d had some without me.

“Before I went to the gym.”

“You went to the gym?! When did you do that?”

“What’s with the interrogation, Alice? I went while you were asleep.” He went back to typing once again.

“Not Alice!”

“Pardon? What’d you say?” He wasn’t even listening.

“N-nothing.”

I got up, looking back at him, waiting for him to ask where I was going, but I’m not even sure he noticed that I’d left. I considered going into the kitchen and getting started on breakfast, but I really just wanted to spend time with Harry. I turned around “S-so, what’re you working on anyway?”

“Hmm?”

God, he has no interest in my presence at all. Giving up, I left him to his work and went to get started with my day.

***

That evening, we had plans to have dinner with Jeff and Glenne. When we arrived at the restaurant, Jeff informed us that Glenne had been feeling under the weather and decided to skip dinner and get to bed early. It was just going to be the three of us. I didn’t mind it too much. I’d developed a certain degree of tolerance for Jeff since Harry and I had started officially dating. He was important to Harry, so it was important that I got to know him. Plus, I really liked spending time Glenne, so it worked out fine. But, the problem with tonight was in the fact that Harry was still being weird. He wasn’t returning any of my regular gestures. In spite of myself, I’d grown accustomed to his normal displays of affections. Even in public, and whenever we were around his friends, Harry always had a hand on my thigh, held my hand in his under the table, or wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. Tonight, he wasn’t doing any of it. In fact, he and Jeff had fallen into talking about work, and his arms were gesticulating wildly as he explained something too technical for me to understand and asked if Jeff had gotten his email from this morning. In other words, his hands were nowhere near my body.

I felt cold and small. I wasn’t sure if it was just the air conditioning vent blasting directly onto my exposed neck, or the fact that I’ve craved Harry’s touch all day. It was certainly, at least a little bit, to do with the fact that I felt like I’d done something wrong. Ever since this morning, the guilt has been growing in the back of my mind. The worst part of it is that I felt guilty without knowing why. Perhaps he’s grown sick of me. Perhaps our honeymoon phase is over. Maybe being at home together 24/7 has finally shown him what kind of person I really am, and he’s having second thoughts about us being together. The idea of Harry no longer wanting me terrified me. I got up, and went to the bar to order a drink.

***

I was a few drinks in, my surroundings felt fuzzy, but the gentleman across the bar from me had a nice smile, I let him keep the refills coming as we made conversation. He seemed to find everything that I said completely fascinating.

“You teach college students? That’s so cool! How many students do you have in your class?”

I blushed at the thought of anyone taking an interest in what I do; let alone a complete stranger who had no obligation to listen to me ramble about my job.

“Like 20 in each. I only just started, so I have to teach three courses. Most established professors will only teach two per semester.”

“So, you’re young then.” He had a hint of something in his voice. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It felt like that statement was saying more than referring to my relative youth in my field of work.

I leaned in closer to him, brushing a stand of hair from my face. Whatever I’d been ready to say in response went flying out of my mind as I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“What’re you doing?” Harry’s green eyes were staring down at me, a firm and withholding expression on his face. He wrapped an arm around my waist announcing that “we’re leaving.” Placing a few hundred dollar bills on the counter, he gestured for the bartender to keep the change and walked me out.

I felt suffocated by his hold. “Get off me!” I shoved him, or at least that was the intent, but it felt like he had shoved me, I could barely stand on my own two feet after pushing that much force into his chest. Harry, on the other hand, barely felt it. He grabbed ahold of me again, stopping me from tripping over my heels and crashing to the floor.

“You’re drunk.” He said through gritted teeth, guiding me to the car and helping me inside.

***

The car ride was quiet. In fact, we didn’t even speak at home. We both got ready for bed in complete silence, occasionally crossing paths at the closet or the bathroom. Harry was already in bed by the time that I was ready to crawl in next to him. Seeing me come in, he sat up in his spot and watched me slide under the duvet.

“Care to explain yourself?” He folded his arms over his chest.

“‘Bout what?”

“I thought you hated drinking. Thought it made you anxious. So, what’s up with all of this tonight?”

I shrugged, looking down at my hands as they clung to the duvet.

“What’s going on with you?” Harry wasn’t letting go.

“N-nothin,’ Harry. Just thought I’d try something new.”

“And you chose drinking and cheating?”

“Well, I’m not wasted! And what do you mean ‘cheating’ who’s cheating?”

“Honey, did you not see how that man was looking at you? And you didn’t seem too mad about it either. You were flirting with him all night! I watched you!”

“Oh, so you do care what happens to me, then? Okay, good to know. Cuz I wasn’t sure about that, to be honest.”

“Alice, what on earth are you talking about?”

“It’s not Alice! Okay? It’s not! Stop calling me that. It’s MATILDA!” Tears rolled down my cheeks, I hid my face in my hands, turning away from Harry and sobbing loudly. I felt pathetic.

“B-baby, what’s the matter? Why’re you crying?” Harry’s voice was softer now, I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder, a shudder traveling down my spine. There was the touch that I’d longed for all day. Harry noticed the goosebumps on my skin and rubbed a finger across them. “Honey, are you cold?”

I didn’t budge. Not because I was trying to be stubborn but because I knew that if I tried to look at him or talk to him, I’d just keep crying.

Harry sat closer to me and pulled me into his chest with one hand, using the other to pull the duvet up and cover me with it. “There we go. Should warm you right up.” He rubbed circles into my back. “Please talk to me, my love. What’s made you so sad?”

“You!” I blurted out before I could think about my answer or attempt to stop my crying.

“Me? What have I done?? Hardly said two words to you all day.”

“Exactly!”

“Sorry, what? I don’t follow….help me out here.”

“You’ve been pulling away. We’ve been…falling into a routine. I- I just- I think maybe you’re getting too used to me. I’m not exciting anymore. I’m not shiny and new. I- I wanted to be new again. I wanted you to remember why you’re with me.”

“And you thought the best way to do that was to go spend time with another man?”

Harry’s logic had made my feelings seem like a gross overreaction. I knew I wasn’t the healthiest partner, but this was embarrassing.

“Yes! No! That part wasn’t- I didn’t-“

“Didn’t what?”

“I didn’t mean it that way. I think maybe that part was about more than that. I- you’ve been weird all day. I hate that. I hate feeling like I’ve done something wrong.”

“No, I haven’t…, baby, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“You didn’t wake me like you always do. You didn’t bring me coffee like you always do. It’s not that you didn’t have time or you were busy. You made the coffee. You actually made it. You just decided to have it by yourself instead. Without me. You haven’t hugged or kissed me all day. Every time that I’ve tried to kiss you, you’ve been cold. Going through the motions. Just waiting for me to get it over with. You haven’t even looked me in the eye! When we were out, you- you didn’t hold my hand under the table like you always do. Didn’t pull my chair out for me like you always do.”

Harry’s face was twisted in unease but he listened to me rant without interruption. Even when my tears fell again, he breathed and silently waited for me to carry on.

“If I’ve done something wrong then just tell me! If you’re sick of me then dump me! Please, just dump me and put me out of my misery. I hate this. I hate being treated like this. Makes me feel like I’m a teenager right back in my parents house. Like their love is conditional and I have to earn it by being interesting all the time. I don’t wanna lose you like I lost them. Just toss me aside if you’re done with me. Let me go cuz if you’re just waiting around for me to do it…I won’t.”

Harry’s lips interrupted my crying by kissing me. His kiss was demanding, intense, breathless, he wouldn’t let up, and when I tried to pull away, his hand on the back of my neck pulled me back in.

He tore himself away, hesitantly when his lungs had run out of air. Gasping for breath, he mumbled. “you’re so dumb sometimes.” He laughed.

“W-what?”

“Falling into a routine in a relationship is a good thing. It means it’s getting real. We’re past the fairytale phase. We’re getting into the real life stuff now.”

I hadn’t thought of it that way.

“And, for your information, I didn’t bring you coffee this morning because I didn’t wanna wake you. I didn’t wanna wake you because we went to bed real late last night. After the things I did to your body, I thought it deserved some rest and recovery. Woulda stayed in bed with you like I always do, but I had an early meeting this morning! With the label. About starting my next album. Was gonna surprise you with a couple of song drafts if you’d given me a chance to actually finish drafting them before you woke up. Do you hear what I’m saying? I’m saying I wasn’t intentionally withholding my affection from you as a form of punishment or warning that you were no longer interesting to me! The fact that you’d think that about me is…honestly concerning.”

“Harry-“

“But that’s not what hurts me the most.”

“It’s not?”

“What hurts the most is that, instead of talking to me about how you feel, you not only jumped to conclusions, but went ahead and found someone else to spend your time with. What- were you trying to prove that you’re still attractive? That you could replace me if need be? Or were you trying to make me jealous?”

“I’m sorry.”

“We have rules about communication for a reason. Do you know how much easier this whole thing would’ve been if you’d just talked to me instead? We’ve had this conversation before! Haven’t I always asked you to be honest with me?”

I nodded, too timid to speak. I uttered an apology too meek to be heard, but the sympathy in his eyes let me know that he knew I didn’t mean to hurt him.

“I fucked up. Like I always do. I….deserve a punishment.” I announced.

“You do. But not tonight.”

“Why not?! Please, Harry-“

“Won’t do anything with you tonight. Not after you’ve been drinking. For now, you’re gonna spend the night in the guest room. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.”

“No, please- Harry, please. Anything but the guest room. Please! Wanna be with you. Want you to hold me, please?”

“If you’d chosen to talk to me like a real human being, maybe we could’ve done that tonight. We don’t get to though. Cuz you ruined it for both of us. Now, off you go.”

***

The next morning, I woke up to Harry knocking on my door with a tray full of food and coffee, alongside it some painkillers and his weird green sludgy hangover concoctions.

I was feeling pliant and submissive after spending the night alone, thinking about his words, and wishing he were with me. I hardly slept, knowing he was a few feet away from me, knowing that I had hurt him with my actions, and mostly worried that I was too fucked up and broken for a healthy relationship. I felt terrible and wanted nothing more than to make it up to him. I wanted to sink to my knees and beg for forgiveness, to kiss him from head to toe, to tell him to be patient with me as I work this out. I was one stern look away from sub-space, so I did exactly as he told me and waited eagerly for his gentle touch.

“You feeling alright?”

“Mhm. A bit nauseous but I’m okay.”

He smiled, handing me the omelette he’s made. “This’ll help. And take those pills after.”

“Yes, sir.” Slipped out of my mouth without even thinking. I reached for the coffee instantly, welcoming the taste and comfort it gave me.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry. For everything. Last night. And being mad at you. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll see about that.” Harry winked at me, taking his own coffee mug and sipping on it.

***

We spent the morning together, mostly Harry making sure my hangover doesn’t take over. I let him fuss over me though, only because I wanted to be near him. I was feeling needier than I knew how to admit, and I didn’t exactly know why. But having him order me to hydrate every hour at least gave me the reassurance that he wasn’t angry with me and that he still cared about my well-being. At least I hadn’t completely ruined our relationship.

We eventually parted ways to get to our own jobs and we met back at dinner. I made all his favorite foods, still attempting to apologize and make it up to him, but we both knew that I wasn’t going to relax until he’d punished me, so, when, after dinner, he told me to go upstairs and strip naked, I almost tripped over my feet running into the bedroom.

***

“You know I love you right?” Harry’s hand ran up the sides of my body and settled around my neck. “Cuz I’m about to hurt you like I hate you.” So, tell me.

I struggled to get the words out, and not because he was lightly choking me. The words felt too presumptuous. Like I hadn’t earned the right to say them, but I didn’t want to upset him any more than I already have. “I- I know- you love me, sir.”

Harry smiled, amused. “Good. Your safe words?”

“Green for good to go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop completely.”

“Good girl.”

Harry spun me around so I was now facing the wall, my hands resting against it for stability. He kicked my legs open. And warned “stay still. Don’t you squirm.”

“Yes, sir.”

I could hear Harry make his way around the room behind me, but I couldn’t dare turn around to see what he was doing. My breath grew shallow in anticipation, my skin tingled. Finally, I heard the rustling and movement of the metal buckles on his belt and braced myself for what I knew was coming.

The leather of the belt crackled in the air and hit my skin. I swallowed a moan, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing heavily.

I heard Harry hum in satisfaction at my stillness.

“T-thank you, sir.” I croaked out, feeling grateful that he was even giving me the chance to make it up to him.

“Well, that’s polite of you.” I heard the surprise in his voice. “Won’t make me go easy on you though.”

“P-please don’t, sir. I deserve it-“

My words instantly vanished when the next slap of the belt sucked the air right out of me.

“Yes, you do.”

Harry delivered one hit after the other, I’d lost count, somewhere after 23, as my head got fuzzy and my awareness of my surroundings began to fade. It was difficult to tell if it was the pain blurring my mind, or the flood of pleasure and submission overwhelming me as I sunk deeper. It gradually became impossible to keep perfectly still, and I was now whimpering and crying, as softly as I could. I still didn’t want to make it difficult for Harry, but I could no longer contain my cries.

I have no idea how many hits his belt had delivered before I heard it fall to the ground and felt Harry’s hand between my folds.

“You’re wet.” He said, kneeling between my shaking legs and running his finger between my lips. “You seem to be enjoying this punishment a little too much.”

I didn’t know what to say. My body has spoken for me. But it felt disrespectful to acknowledge it. I wasn’t supposed to be having fun right now. This wasn’t about my pleasure. At the same time, I always liked everything that Harry did to me.

“N-no, sir. I-uh” Harry’s damp fingers had found my clit, gently rubbing it in circles and making me moan.

“Sure sounds like it, puppy.” He laughed.

“I-I would never enjoy you being angry with me, sir.”

“That so?”

My legs were shaking as Harry continued to rub between my legs, I was so close to cumming, but I didn’t think I’d be allowed to.

“F-fuck, sir-“

Just like that, Harry withdrew his hand and replaced it with a kick from his shoe-covered foot, hitting me squarely in the middle of my cunt.

With a guttural grunt, I fell to my knees.

“Pathetic.” He shook his head.

Over the next few minutes, Harry delivered a few more kicks, alternating in pattern and pace to keep me guessing. By the end of it, I was a sobbing, wet mess.

“Up on your knees, c’mon.”

I pulled my face off the floor with whatever strength I had left as Harry came closer, his crotch at eye-level with me. I knew what was expected of me in that moment; he was already unbuttoning his pants. I found it difficult to stay balanced on my mushy knees, so I leaned on his legs, nuzzling my face into his thigh and breathing.

“You alright, my love?”

I nodded.

“What’s your color, Alice? Give me a safe word, honey…”

“G-green.” I mumbled after a long pause. Harry wasn’t buying if. He placed his hand on his thigh next to my face. “Take my hand. Squeeze it if you’re good to keep going.”

“I-I’m okay, sir. Just weak.”

Harry laughed. “We’re nowhere near done. You wanna stop here? It’s okay if you want to tap out.”

“N-no, no. Please. Punish me, sir. Please. I- I wanna do this. I can take it. May I suck your cock?” My shaky fingers grabbed the waist of his pants to pull them down.

“Hey, hey, hold on a minute. Look at me.”

Harry’s eyes studied my face discerningly for a moment. “Alright, go on, then. Do it.”

I pulled Harry’s pants down, and took his hardening cock out of his boxers, wrapping my lips slowly around his tip, his moans a pleasure to my ears.

“May I touch?” I mumbled around him, my voice on his tip seemingly amplifying his pleasure.

“F-fuck- yes. Yes, you may…ahhh, that’s a good girl. Just like that.” I wrapped my hands at the base of his cock stroking him in sync with my tongue. Harry’s hips bucked involuntarily, pushing him further into my mouth, causing me to gag.

“Easy, easy, just breathe through it. Good girl. Get it nice and wet.”

The more I could hear his high pitched moans, the more eager I was to go faster, harder, make him cum. But Harry pulled himself out of my mouth, causing me to whine, and , upon losing his stabilizing presence, I almost fell flat on my face before he grabbed me.

“Sorry, sir. Uh, my knees-“

I felt harry’s arms lift me off the floor as he stood up, carrying me to the bed.

Tossing me onto the bed so I was laying on my back, Harry pushed my legs apart, lining himself up with me and thrusting in smoothly.

“Fuck, you’re wet. And tight. Feel so good, baby.”

All I could do is whine and cry.

“No cumming!” He warned as he felt me clench around him.

“N-no, sir. Won’t cum without permission, I - I- ahhhh - promise.”

“Good girl.”

Harry’s thrusts got sloppier and harder quickly, I could tell that he, too, was close.

“Can- can I come, sir? Please?”

“No.”

“Please, sir. P-please. Don’t think I can hold it much longer. Don’t wanna do it without permission, please.”

“Hold it. Hold it, or so help me god, Matilda!”

I felt my chest bubble with relief, tears rolling down my face.

“S-sir, please?”

“Shut up and take it like a good girl.”

My cunt was already sensitive and bruised from his earlier kicking, it was now unbelievable sensitive. I screamed in pain every time Harry pulled halfway out only to thrust harder again and again.

“H-hold- please, hold my hand, sir? It’s too much. I- I need…please hold my hand?”

He contemplated it for a moment before relenting and taking my hand in his.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Harry smiled at me. “You wanna come? Hmm? I’m gonna count down, okay?”

I nodded vigorously, almost crying with gratitude.

“Three”

He thrust in all the way.

“Two”

Another thrust.

“One.”

He pulled all the way out and stroked himself to his climax, finishing all over my stomach, and leaving me empty, clenching around nothing, my orgasm ruined.

“It hurts- sir. Ow, really really hurts.” I broke down sobbing.

“You’re not cumming for a week.”

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