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bangchansgirlsblog · 9 months

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hey hope ur having a great day!

could u possibly write an angst request with skz? (any member)

something along the lines of the reader having a terrible childhood and having to go through trauma and really dark days and maybe opening up to them about it?

ONLY IF UR COMFORTABLE PLZ

ig I'm asking for it is cause I'm not doing so well recently and just need to feel something lmao

hope that you're doing well, if not then a channie hug for u <33

Ready?

Warning: Angst, toxic relationship, Chan being mean.

Paring: OT8 x reader

Summary: shutting down the boys was easy but fighting her demons aka her dad was not

AN: someone requested something similar to this and I can’t seem to find the request so I just joined the two 🥺

Enjoy! 🩷

"Y/n? You okay?" Hyunjin asked her again trying to get her out of her trance.

"Yeah-yeah," her voice is caught in a crack. The hot feeling of tears starts to build up. "I'm fine, where are the rest of the boys?" She cleared her throat and put her bag down.

"They went to get some coffee, I told them I would wait here for you. Are you sure you're okay?" He asked one last time to be certain. He could sense her vibe was off but yet again it was Y/n. She was the most mysterious yet energetic person you would come across. Oh? And she's the youngest.

"Yes I'm fine Hyun, we should head for practice. We don't want to keep the boys waiting," she gave him another comforting smile before grabbing her bag once again and making their way to the JYP building.

The walk was quiet. Her thoughts were currently running haywire as she try to peace everything together but she knew today wasn't going to be a good day. The argument she had with her father still played in her head.

"So, what do you have in your schedules today?" Hyunjin interrupted her thoughts trying to ease the tension in the air.

"I just have dance practice with you guys then I get a break and you?"

"I have a photo shoot later after practice, kinda cliché themed." Y/n giggle at this. Hyunjin gave himself a pat on the back for making her laugh.

"Well, I hope stay don't make fun of you because that'll be more memes coming out,"

"Yeah, yeah, as long as I rock the outfit no one can bring me down," he flexed his biceps earring a gag sound from the manknae.

"Hyunjin that's gross," she rolled her eyes as they both entered the studio to find the boys stretching. They all said their hello's and started their practice off.

"Y/n get your head in the game," Leeknow scolded her. She had been messing up a lot today and now that they were halfway through, she hadn't gotten anything done causing the whole group to get lost.

"I'm trying okay?" She snapped back at him. Han's neck snapped in their direction as he looked at her in disbelief.

"Don't snap at him like that, his older than you," Han joined in the scolding. Y/n was tired and frustrated now. She couldn't deal with them hopping on her back.

"Okay whatever," she walked away from the both of them and sat on the floor by her bag trying to look for her water bottle. The boys were looking at her from a far trying to figure what was bothering her today.

"Hey Y/n?" I.N finally gave in and sat besides her to check in.

"Yes I.N?" She replied in her soft tone.

"You okay? You've been messing up all day-"

That was all she needed. That little push to throw her off the edge. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and she stood up still facing I.N. Her anger was at a 10 and she couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I'm fine okay?! What is wrong with all of you?! Don't you see I'm trying?! Can't you leave me alone for once?! Why does it seem like whatever I do is a problem-"

"Y/n. Out. Now." Chan's loud voice shook the room quite literally. She stormed off to stand outside by the door. Trying to keep her cool but she couldn't.

"Don't you see this is a waste of time? You're a girl! You won't survive in this industry!"

"But dad I- the boys got me. We're making it-"

"Those boys will soon leave you just like your mum did. You're pathetic and a waste of space. You don't even bring anything to the table!" Her father's voice was loud through the phone.

"Why won't you let me to what I want for once?" She begged.

"Because! I spent my whole life working my butt off to provide for you and now look at you? You've basically become a stripper"

"Dad don't say that-"

"Well it's the truth."

Her father's words echoed in her ears. She felt helpless. She felt useless. She felt disgusted by herself.

"What was that?" Chan storms out the room. He was angry. It was obvious.

"Nothing-"

"What is wrong with you? What's your problem? You've been so moody all day and whenever we ask you what's wrong cause we know damn well we didn't do anything wrong, you start acting bratty,"

"Chan I was just trying to-"

"No, I don't want to hear it. You will go in there and apologize. Understood?"

"Chan! You never listen to me. Your always taking their side," she snapped at him.

"I know damn well you aren't talking to me like that. I've given you time and time again to come talk to me but you crush it off and decide to be a bitch to everyone. So don't even say I don't listen to you-"

"I'm not being a bitch, I just want to be alone,"

"Okay then be alone. Stop bringing everyone down just cause you can't deal with you problems, you better go apologize to everyone and you can head home," the tears in her eyes started to fall once he left.

Maybe she indeed was the problem. Maybe she needed to learn a way to cope with her feelings. Maybe she just needed to shut up.

She slowly took steps back into the studio and everyone turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry if I snapped at any of you, I won't do it again," her sobs were heard. They were so painful to hear that even Chan was so close to stopping her and pulling her into a hug. He felt so bad but he knew he had to stand on business.

At first Chan thought that maybe her silent treatment would last a day or two but it dragged and it continued to drag till it was the 1 week stamp.

He grew worried because he wasn't not just talking to him but she wasn't talk at all. She would only say hello and then continue with her day. Not even taking to managers or staff.

She would just nod or say small thanks you's or goodbyes. It was almost like the fight he had with her shit her up completely and this was eating him up.

The stress of the VMA's performance coming up and having to deal with his members made everything 10x harder to cope with.

"She hasn't been eating," Changbin informs Chan who lets out a frustrated sigh. "Should I just talk to her? Maybe that'll fix things,"

"She's so mad, she won't talk to anyone. Even I.N," this caused Han and Changbin to gasp.

"They're like bestfriends, it's like they were never separated at birth. What do you mean he won't talk to her?" Han asked.

"He came to me in tears yesterday because he attempted to get her to talk but she shut him down immediately,"

"Then you're going to have to fix this Chan. She needs you even though she hasn't said it. Maybe it's something deeper than your fight,"

"I know that for certain Hyunjin but how can I talk to her when she keeps avoiding me and walking away,"

"Just go to the gardens," Felix suggested.

Chan hadn't thought about it and quickly gave a hug to Felix who he praised for a bit and run to the gardens.

There she was. Sat feeding ducklings. She had a soft smile on her face. Her cheekbones were becoming visible because of the lack of food and the stress of the shows coming up.

"Y/n?" He said while making his way to her. She remained still and quiet. Continuing to feed the ducks.

"Can we talk please?" Silence. "Look I'm sorry. I'm getting worried and you not being able to talk to me means that there's something deeper going on. Can you talk to me please? I'll shut up and listen."

"My dad," she sat up and looked over to him. Chan in disbelief after hearing her voice after so long. "My dad wants me to go back home,"

"What? What? He can't do that. We're a team. We're your family,"

"I never told you about him because of how toxic he is Chan, he won't leave me alone until I'm home. Where he can control me."

"But your legal and your on a contract-"

"He doesn't care Chan," she looked up at him. The tears in her eyes started to pour like rain. Chan's eyes soften as he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

"I won't let him take you. Over my dead body." Was all he said as she continued to sob.

"I'm so scared. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you Oppa,"

"Shhhh. It's okay my love. It's fine. You did now."

He continued to comfort her until she could calm down. A constant apology left her mouth. Chan didn't want an apology he just wanted to protect her and he knew the only way he could talk to her was if she had calmed down.

"Have you eaten?" He asked her knowing the answer. He just didn't want to make it seem like he was tracking her consumption.

"I'm not hungry," her face was squashed against his chest making the words come out a little muffled.

"You are. You've lost so much weight. Let's go buy you some ramen and we can talk okay? How does that sound?"

"That's okay Chan. I'm ready to talk."

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byeolhyesisi · 3 years

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EXCEPTION; LEE DONGHYUCK

troublemaker!lee donghyuck x reader

The school's troublemaker, Donghyuck, realizes that the reason why he can't bring himself to be an asshole to you is because he likes you.

genre: fluff, slight crack????, oneshot, short fic, highschool au

warnings: use of profanity ><, not proofread!!!, things may be too fast, flow may be off, might not be a good fic so im sorry in advance:(

words: 1.2k+

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @intokook @neotechhsworld @kjpmin @i-aecrysture @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as @daegall

a/n: hello this is my entry for the @ficscafe trope event! the trope i chose is angel x asshole that's mean to everybody except angel BUT i feel like i didn't pull it off because haechan isn't technically mean here i guess? but i hope y'all still enjoy it >< + special part two here!

How do we put this in a clear way.

Lee Donghyuck is an asshole. Hands down. More like a jackass but you probably get the point. He'll annoy the shit out of you and if you think getting angry at him would make him stop oh no no no, it won't. He'd actually enjoy it more (his friend Renjun can confirm that). It was like his sole purpose in this world is to irritate everyone he feels like irritating. He's not a bully, he really just like getting on other people's nerves.

Yes, he does have limits and lines he wouldn't cross but it is a universally known fact that he's the student that just wanted to cause mischief, a frequent visitor of the detention room because of all the pranks and tricks up his sleeves.

Donghyuck has some exceptions though when it comes to the people he'd target. The list consists of people he's wise enough not to bother; most likely adults, certain teachers and maybe some relatives as well (not his siblings though lmao poor kids). However, there was an odd addition to his list of exceptions and it was you. Donghyuck doesn't know why he can't bring himself to mess with you. There was this invisible forcefield that was stopping him and it renders him confused. He attempted so many times but in the end, he just couldn't do it that's why he just gave up and left you alone. Donghyuck didn't want to think much about it but alas, he thought about it day and night.

What made you so special that the angel on his shoulder is stopping the devil from the other to cause trouble when it comes to you?

He tried to look back to when you were just a new student who transferred from a small town. He remembered that he felt giddy because there's a new person he can annoy the shit out of but the way you politely approached him made him have mixed feelings about his plans. The first time he attempted to provoke you he "accidentally" spilled water on your notes, knowing that you always wanted everything to be clean and perfect as possible however all you said was "It's alright don't worry, Hyuck. You didn't mean it." and you even said it with a smile instead of retorting at him. It took him aback because of the absence of the emotions he was expecting you to at least have. The boy felt guilty afterwards, eventually buying you a juice box and and a bag of chips from the vending machine to make up for it despite your protests.

The next set of attempts followed the same sequence: he'd do something that is supposed to be annoying, you don't react the way he expected you to react and then he feels guilty resulting to him making it up to you.

It was a cycle. It just had the same results that's why he just decided to stop.

It was lunch time and Donghyuck was conversing with his friend, Mark, when he saw you walked in the cafeteria and he eventually zoned out halfway through the conversation. Allured by the way you seemed like a girl who was modelled to be perfectly kind and pure. Almost innocent, even. You were such a sweetheart how can someone even be like that? "Hey are you even listening to me, dude?" The sound of Mark's voice slowly became clear to Donghyuck. He blinked repeatedly before looking back at the boy in front of him. "Yeah I am." He answered nonchalantly. "Oh really?" Mark crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. "What did I say then?" He questioned Donghyuck. "Uh... That you look like chicken little?—" He replied, pursing his lips afterwards. A sigh escaped from the older boy. Mark adjusted his glasses into place, eventually saying, "No. I was informing you that you're in trouble. You can't just fill the school's pool with thousands of orbeez!" "Why not? It was fun. Plus it's not like they'll know it was me. How am I in trouble." Donghyuck cockily stated, but that cockiness quickly faded away just like how he quickly acquired it when he saw the look on Mark's face. "You do realize the school has cameras, right?" Mark mentioned with this matter-of-fact tone and with that, Donghyuck knew he fucked up with the small mistake of forgetting to disable the cameras. So that's why I felt like I forgot to do something. He thought.

The troublemaker already had a plan to avoid detention since it was already his third one this week and he was getting tired of the boring hours he would have to spend. Donghyuck was ready to sprint off the classroom and get out of the campus, the only thing he was waiting for was his cue which was the bell to finally ring. He waited impatiently, staring at the wall clock hanging on the wall at the front; he was wishing for time to go faster. Until it finally happened, the bell rang and it was his cue. Hastily he stood up and bolted out of the classroom, sprinting towards the exit when an impact made him fall to the ground with a grunt. Donghyuck heard a quiet groan and he cursed under his breath as the hall was slowly getting filled by students. He looked at the person he supposedly crashed into with a glare but his deadly gaze soon melted and softened.

"(Y/N)? Oh god, are you ok?" He brought himself closer to your figure, a concerned expression enveloped his face. The polite smile you always flashed is now plastered on, "Yeah I'm good." You responded. Donghyuck stood up, offering his hand to help you get up on your feet; You hesitated at first but you still reached your hand out to his. There was a sting on your elbow, wincing slightly when Donghyuck pulled you up. He noticed the small movement and saw that your elbow was bleeding faintly which was the result of the sudden friction when your elbow made contact with the floor. "Let's get you to the clinic—" "Lee Donghyuck." A stern voice called out. He clicked his tongue before facing the direction where the voice came from. "Yeah yeah detention I know." The boy spoke with a snarky tone. "Can you just wait for a minute, thanks." Donghyuck told the faculty member to which the faculty member raised an eyebrow on. He pulled out his wallet, opening it to find a certain thing. A small "aha" escaped from Donghyuck's lips when he found what he was looking for.

"Here take this. I'm really sorry, I hope you weren't too hurt..." He said apologetically before handing you a bandaid that had cute bears as its design. He approached the faculty member and is now being escorted to the detention room. He glanced over his shoulder to see a bewildered (Y/N) seemingly looking at the bandaid with a smile. Your soft smile was contagious and soon enough there was a grin on his face that he didn't notice spread throughout his lips.

Then it hit him. It hit Donghyuck hard while he was cleaning the detention room as punishment. He likes you. He literally almost fell down the table while he was dusting the ceiling when he realized it.

"OH MY GOD I LIKE HER." Donghyuck exclaimed upon comprehension.

You're an exception to all his troublesome extravaganzas because he has feelings for you and maybe you like him too.

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mrsmount16 · 3 years

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Hey I was wondering if you could write a MM imagine where him and the reader have only gone on a couple of dates then when the announcement of the first lockdown is made he asks the reader to isolate with him? Then I was thinking while they’re isolating they’re experiencing a few Firsts with each other (e.g., cooking together, sharing a bed, movie nights, cuddles and kisses etc).

I didn't know how to write this without being super long and boring so I was going to section it off but hopefully it still gives off the same energy then a normal write lmao, also thank you for the request and this is such a good idea 😩. I didn't really know what other firsts to do😕 I haven’t proof read this either, so it could make no sense at all and probably have spelling mistakes but pls just power through it 🤞🏼

Warning: None.

Lockdown was being announced and everyone was panicking, the news emphasised on the amount of food people were buying and how there was no loo roll left but also about how relationships weren't going to work out due to being locked in the houses for all this time without seeing your significant other or because you was seeing them too much.

You had only been on a couple of dates with Mason, but you both knew that you wanted to pursue something more personal and deep and not just mess around for the fun of it. Thats why when he asked you to isolate with him you didn't hesitate to say yes. Even though the news told you otherwise of how to feel you simply ignored and couldn't wait to spend as much time with him as possible, building up a true connection between you both and making your bond stronger.

Cuddling and kisses and sharing a bed.

You arrived earlier in the day and had already taken your things to the spare bedroom and now sat on his couch, him on the opposite side. You guys hadn't stopped talking throughout the whole movie that played and eventually when it ended you insisted that you bought a takeaway for the both of you.

He agreed and when the pizza arrived you both sat at the table and had a slice, talking endlessly about random things like 'why colours are named what they are' and 'how were humans created'. After about an hour, it was dark out and just turned 9pm.

"I'm gonna get comfy and ready for bed."

"Yeah, I'll meet you up there in a few." He smiled and kissed your cheek, grabbing the box and walking off outside.

It was pretty cold out so you pulled on a hoodie and joggers, and you removed your makeup and cleaned your face and teeth and sat on the bed in the free room on your phone.

He knocked on the door and peaked his head through the door frame at about 10.

"You coming?" He gestures to his room.

"Oh yeah, hold up." You smile watching him leave.

He lay on the bed on his phone, lighting up when he saw you enter.

"You don't have to stay in here if you don't want to." He stated, watching as you climbed into bed next to him.

"No, I want to." You snuggled up next to him, resting your head on the pillow.

"I want you to, too." He put an arm around your waist and finally rested down after turning the light off on the bedside table.

You were both submerged in complete darkness, a tranquil atmosphere surrounded you both, the duvet lazily spread across you and your faces faced each other. His eyes were closed, but you lightly leaned in and pecked his lips causing him to open his eyes.

"Goodnight." You said, looking up at him.

"Goodnight pretty." He smiled, kissing you again lightly and resting his head.

You fell asleep in his arms, totally engulfed with his care and serenity, it rubbed off onto you. This was the best sleep you ever had in ages, and you wanted to do it a lot more.

Cooking.

"Hey! Thats not where the flour goes." You retaliated at Mason putting the flour on your nose, a sneeze followed shortly after.

"Oh, my bad." He giggled, sticking the rest of the flour in the bowl.

"These are going to be the best cupcakes you have ever baked."You said, mixing all the ingredients with all the strength you had.

"Yeah? I reckon by myself I could cook some pretty good cupcakes. With no help of Course." He leaned against the counter, his apron said 'world best chef' and he was covered in all ingredients that you didn't even know had to be in the cupcakes.

"Well, we will see about that once you taste my cakes." You smirked, sticking your tongue out at him and wiping a little bit of frosting on his cheek. "Got u back." You giggled.

He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to him so your front's were together.

"You look amazing cooking.." He cheekily smiled.

"Not too bad yourself." You kissed him, he deepened the kiss and ran his hand up your back, until you felt a hard crack on your head and then an ooze of a liquid go down your back, mason was laughing uncontrollably, holding his stomach and near enough rolling on the floor.

"Mason!" You shouted, shocked and holding your head, "Did you just egg me?" You laughed, grabbing the egg that was on you and smearing it all over him.

"Two can play that game!" You giggled, grabbing flower and eggs.

Fight and makeup.

"No, I just don't particularly like her. You told me about what she did, she's a bad influence." He argued back.

"Oh, so she's a bad influence? So you think I would do something like that?" You scoffed. Your friend invited you to go on a walk around the park, and you told Mason but when he heard your friends name he instantly scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. He had no care about it and sighed, telling you to just 'do what you wanna, your choice at the end of the day.'. You asked why he was being so moody and he replied that he doesn't like her, and you understood why but because he didn't like her didn't mean that you couldn't hang with her. You did tell him that she did cheat on her boyfriend and you completely disagreed with her actions too but now he was saying she was a 'bad influence' like you was going to be influenced by what she did and start following her actions like you was a child.

"Its only for a catch up Mase, I haven't seen her in like 3 weeks. I haven't been at work remember and ive been locked up here."

"Yes, but anyone but her. We could go. I't doesn't matter, just go. Ill see you when you get back." And then he stormed off up to his gaming room, releasing all his stress on his games.

After about 40 minutes, you realised he was right, it wasn't just the cheating but she just overall was a bad person and you shouldn't have been encouraging such gossip with her.

You entered his room and put your hands on his shoulders, he looked back at you and then carried on his game like you wasn't even there.

"I'm sorry Mase, you was right. I can surround myself with much better people, and I will."

He turned his chair around so he was facing you and grabbed your hips to sit you down on his lap.

"It's okay, and ill go on that walk with you. Let me just finish this game." He said, smiling lightly and giving you a kiss which you returned.

Go-to support.

It was about 2 months into lockdown and your work had been piling up. You was stressed and so not motivated to do anything, even getting up out of bed was hard.

This day was particularly a struggle. You had to finish a presentation and only had today to do it, so you panicked and speeded it, finishing it as quick as ou could without caring about the outcome and just sending it off.

You sat at the kitchen table with your face in your hands, thinking about all the possibilities, will you lose your job? Will you get demoted? You just couldn't stop your mind from wandering.

"Are you okay babe?" You heard Masons voice from behind you and felt a hand on your back soothing you.

You couldn't hold it in anymore and broke down, whimpering and wiping your eyes.

"Mason I need a break from work, its so stressful and I think with the work I just did I'm going to lose my job and im just not motivated to do anything and I-" you rambled on, until he cut you off.

"Hey, hey calm down," He crouched down and placed his hand on the side of your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "Don't beat yourself up about it. It's happening to everyone now, im sure if we ask your work to give you some time for your mental health im sure they would let you." he smiled reassuringly.

"We?" You sniffed.

"Yeah, we. We're gonna get through this together. Now, it's always we." He stood up and hugged you tight.

Love and a movie night.

It's been about a 5 months now, and you and Mason had been going strong.

Mason insisted that you watch a movie tonight, sit down with some popcorn and snuggle up together. Of course you said yes.

About halfway in the movie, a conversation popped up about 'what would you do if you was a worm?' and you couldn't stop laughing, at both of your responses.

"Yeah, but I would definitely still love you if you was a worm." He joked, laughing with you.

You stopped almost instantly, looking over at him.

"What?" He looked over, confused.

"Did you just say that you love me?" You questioned, sitting up.

"You didn't hear? I love you." He smiled, chuckling.

you gasped, putting your hands over your mouth. He reached out and grabbed your face.

"I love you." He repeated, just for you to realise what he did, so you could know that it was real, to process the words.

"I love you." You stated, grinning from ear to ear.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Homecoming

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: What if reader was pretty much best friends with Tara, as well as related to a Son, and was with her and Margaret when Salazar kidnapped them. Tries to fight them off initially, but get's shot in a non fatal place, and when Juice finds out - their secret relationship gets out. Open to interpretation, etc.

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries, hospitals

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Did I get a little carried away with this? Perhaps. But I think it came out alright. Totally tweaked canon a little bit for my own self-indulgent needs lmao. Hope you enjoy!!

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“You really don’t have to come with us,” Tara reassured you as you descended the hospital steps with her, Margaret walking a few strides ahead to give you a false sense of privacy.

“I know. But you should have family there—not that Red’s not great,” you nodded towards Margaret who shook her head slightly at your comment.

“You can’t tell Jax, alright?”

The first comments that popped into your head weren’t the ones you should say. Truthfully you felt it deep in your gut that Tara was making the right decision on this, but you didn’t want to say that in the wrong way. The VP might’ve been your brother’s best friend, and your best friend’s partner, but you had never let those sentiments cloud how you viewed him. You gave yourself a moment as you nodded, “I know. I won’t.”

“Thank you.”

You climbed into the back seat of the car, allowing Tara to drive and Margaret to ride shotgun. You liked observing their whole dynamic, anyway—it was funny how quickly things changed. As you listened to the two of them talking in the front seat, you found yourself toying with the chain around your neck. Without thinking any better of it you lifted it from underneath your shirt and ran your finger over the ring that hung at the end of it.

Your eyes met Tara’s as she looked at you in the rearview mirror and you instantly clasped your hand over the ring, hurriedly tucking it back into your shirt. The look on her face let you know that there was going to be a conversation about it later, and you were already kicking yourself over it.

As you were about to speak up and try and bring up a new topic of conversation, someone ran into the back of the car. It didn’t feel like it was bad enough to do any real damage, but all three of you still got out to check both cars and make sure that the other driver was alright.

The young woman who got out of the car looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t quite place why. There was something about her, though. You hung back, letting Tara and Margaret do most of the talking. You saw that there was someone sitting in the passenger seat of the car, but they must’ve been fine if the woman talking to Tara didn’t make mention of them.

“Hey…” the woman’s voice shifted slightly as she looked Tara over, “You’re Jax Teller’s girl, aren’t you?”

Tara’s body visibly tensed and so did yours. Conversations that started like that never went well. She cleared her throat, “I…I’m…um, yea. Who…who are you?”

She nodded towards the passenger door of her car as he swung open, “I’m his girl.”

Salazar stepped out, gun pointed directly at Tara. Margaret screamed as she held her hands up and you cursed under your breath as you tried to figure out exactly what was happening here. “Up against the car!” he ordered, gesturing with his gun, “All three of you!”

By this point Luisa had taken out her own weapon and the two of them were searching the three of you. They did Tara and Margaret first, and you couldn’t hide the surprise on your face when you saw the ink that covered the hospital administrator’s back. It was certainly something that warranted a discussion when things weren’t falling apart anymore.

Luisa was patting you down, gun pressed between your shoulder blades, “Not many places for you to hide anything,” her snide remark about your outfit rolled off your shoulders—you had thicker skin than that.

“Then can you hurry the fuck up please?” you huffed, “Shit’s digging into my spine.” You could feel Tara’s and Margaret’s eyes on you even though you were looking up at the sky, begging you to not make the situation worse.

“Hey,” she pressed it harder into your skin, “You better watch it.”

You could tell by the feeling of her breath on your neck that she was leaning in close. Mumbling a few curse words under your breath, you threw your elbow backwards and cracked her in the nose, sending her stumbling back a few steps. She swore, spitting the blood out that had dripped into her mouth.

Salazar was too busy shoving Tara and Margaret into the car to see what had happened, all he heard was Luisa’s voice as she struggled with you, trying to prevent you from getting the gun from her. When you realized just how close your face was to hers, you leaned back and quickly brought your head forward, slamming into hers. The sound of your foreheads colliding was louder than you thought it would be, and the impact and the pain caused her to stumble backwards, dropping the gun in the process. You were reaching down to get it when you heard a gunshot go off. There was a sharp pain in your side, and when you looked down you saw blood starting to seep through the fabric of your tank top.

Luisa took advantage of the chaos of the moment to grab the gun back. She had it pointed directly at your head when Salazar grabbed her and pulled her back towards the car, “Leave her!” he snapped, “She’s done anyway.”

It all happened so quickly, and before you knew it they were peeling off with Margaret and Tara in the car. You were trying to focus on your breathing as you attempted to figure out what the fuck you were going to do next. You didn’t want Salazar to be right, but if you didn’t figure something out very soon, you were definitely going to be done.

You managed to pull yourself back to the car, blindly reaching around on the floor for your phone. You let out what you could of a sigh of relief when your fingers curled around the tiny burner flip phone.

Dialing one of the few numbers you knew by heart, you waited for him to pick up. After a few agonizingly long rings, you heard your father’s gruff voice on the other end of the line, “What’s going on?”

“I need you to come get me. Fast. And bring the fucking van,” you winced as you tried to put some kind of pressure on your wound.

“What happened? Where are you?”

“Just, get here. Please,” you rattled off your location before hanging up. You leaned back against the tire of the car and waited, hoping that Piney would get there fast.

Light-headed was an understatement as the van whipped up, Tig and Kozik immediately leaping out of the back of the van. Piney climbed out of the driver’s seat, and for the first time in a very long time you saw him looking worried.

“Well, don’t look at me like that,” you tried to laugh but you couldn’t quite swing it, “Makes me feel like I might be in some kind of trouble.”

“Jesus Christ,” Tig was carefully trying to lift you up to get you in the van, “What the fuck happened?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Piney snapped, shaking his head, “We need to get her to a hospital.”

“No!” you and Tig both responded in unison. You shook your head, “Hospital means cops.”

“No hospital means a morgue,” Kozik piped in, siding with Piney, “We gotta get you to a doctor,” he paused for a beat, “We’ll say it was a random drive-by. We’ll figure it out.”

Piney nodded in agreement, “We’ll get her to the hospital,” he turned to Kozik, “Take care of the car.”

He nodded, “On it.”

You didn’t have the strength to argue with them about it. You were leaning completely onto Tig as he tried to get you situated in the back of the van. You could hear him and Piney talking but none of it was really sinking in with you.

You didn’t remember passing out on the ride to the hospital, but you must have. The lights in your room were almost blinding as you came-to. With a groan you tried to shield your eyes as they opened.

“She’s awake,” your father’s gruff voice came from your bedside.

You turned and looked over at him, managing a smile, “Small miracles, huh?”

“You need anything?” when you shook your head, he switched gears completely, “What the hell happened?”

You went to try and reposition yourself so that you were sitting more upright, but it hurt too much. You resigned yourself to your current position as you started to explain what had happened. About halfway through your story Tig walked into the room, and when he heard who it had been you could practically see the blood boiling in his veins. He stepped back out of the room to call Kozik. You had no idea how they were going to handle the situation, but you knew that they would.

“Cops come by?”

He nodded towards the door, “Paperboy has been waiting out there since the call went out over the scanner.”

“Jesus Christ,” you shook your head, “Doesn’t that guy ever take a fucking vacation?”

Piney chuckled, “No,” he paused, “You alright here?”

You nodded, “Yea, yea. Fuck, I’ll be good. Go help them with Tara. I’m as safe here as I’ll ever be with the Deputy Chief out there.”

It got a tiny smile out of him, glad to see that you were feeling as alright as could be expected. He rose from his seat and pressed a kiss to your forehead, telling you to call for anything at all before walking out. You saw the look that he gave Hale as he walked by and you tried not to laugh, mostly because it hurt to do so.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked you as he entered the room.

“Like I got fucking shot,” you smiled at him, “How are you feeling, Deputy?”

“I’ll feel better when you tell me what happened,” he looked you over, “Your dad said it was a drive-by. Wrong place, wrong time.”

You nodded, “Sounds about right.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, “Does it?”

“Mhm. I really, I really don’t know what to tell you, Dave,” you saw him cringe at the way you said his name like that, “I guess I’ve just got some shit luck.”

He sighed, knowing that you weren’t going to divulge anything to him unless you absolutely had to, “Well. If you change your mind, think of anything else, you know how to reach me.”

“I sure do,” you flashed him a smile, “Thanks, Officer.”

When the door shut behind him, you let out a quiet sigh. You looked beneath the thin fabric of your hospital gown to check out the bandages that were on your side and stomach. As you were looking, your doctor came in and started explaining everything to you. For the most part you listened, but your mind wandered as your fingers found their way back to the chain around your neck. Once they told you that you were going to be alright, that it was through-and-through and so far it didn’t look like you had anything extra to worry about, you tapped out of the conversation.

You felt useless as the days ticked by. Piney didn’t want to bother you with what was going on with the Tara situation, but luckily you knew that Tig had a soft spot for you and he kept you more up to date on everything. The club left for one week and everything started to fray at the seams. You kept your mouth shut about it—not reaching out to anyone that was in Belfast. You agreed with the three of them on that, that this was the last thing any of those men needed to be worrying about.

You hadn’t heard anything from anyone in a day or two and you were starting to go a little stir-crazy. Truthfully you didn’t know why you were still being kept in the hospital at all until Margaret walked in. It was impossible to hide your surprise, but despite the ordeal she’d been through, she had cleaned herself up for work well. You could see the fear and exhaustion in her eyes, though.

“You’re the one keeping me here in first class, Red?”

“You’re welcome for that.”

Neither of you really knew what to say. In hushed tones she told you about everything that had happened, about what the situation was like now. She explained to you that she may or may not have misplaced some paperwork to keep you in the hospital and safe until everything played itself out one way or another. You hadn’t expected that from her—for her to go to bat for you when she didn’t even know you. But you were thankful for it.

Meanwhile, the club was just getting back to the compound, baby Abel in tow. The joy of being home again was short-lived, however, when everyone got filled in on the news of what was going on. Juice tried desperately to keep his cool when he found out what had happened to you, not wanting to throw another wrench into everything that was going on, but it wasn’t easy. They all immediately took off in separate directions to try and handle whatever part of the mess that they could.

Opie was walking towards the row of bikes as he spoke to Jax, “I’m gonna head to the hospital, make sure she hasn’t started holding any nurses or doctors hostage,” he chuckled, only able to joke because he knew that you were going to be alright, “I’ll catch up with you after.”

Jax nodded as he clipped his helmet on, “Sounds good.”

“I’ll go with you,” Juice piped up as he followed Opie. Both the men looked at Juice, a little confused but neither of them argued with him about it. He saw their expressions though and fought to cover for himself, “I can stay with her when you catch up with Jax—makes sure everything’s alright.”

Opie shrugged, “Fine by me.”

He and Juice both headed out of the compound, but once their tires hit the road, Juice took off like a bat out of hell. Almost instantly he left Opie in the dust, and Opie didn’t fight to try and keep up. They’d both make it there one way or another.

Juice practically launched himself off of his bike when he parked at the hospital. He quickly wound his way through the halls until he found your room. You were lying in bed with the TV on, but he could tell that you weren’t really paying any attention to it.

You heard footsteps stop in your doorway and looked over. Your entire face brightened up when you saw him. He looked at you for a moment, and you could see that there were a million thoughts and emotions running through his mind as he took in the sight of you in the hospital bed, toying with his ring.

“Welcome home,” you laughed.

The sound of your voice snapped him out of his own head and he all but ran over to your bedside. He hugged you, trying his hardest to be gentle and not hurt you. he pressed your head against his chest and kissed the top of your head.

“Are you okay?” his voice was soft.

You nodded, pulling back from him so you could really look at him, “I’m alright. Could’ve been gone a couple days ago but Tara’s friend is keeping me in hospital witpro,” you chuckled.

“I’m so sorry,” he cupped your face in his hands, “I should’ve been here.”

You shook your head, “Don’t do that to yourself. I’m fine. Everything is gonna be fine.”

He traced his thumb along your face before leaning in and kissing you on the lips. You felt yourself smiling as you leaned into him, your hand coming to rest on the outside of his arm. Even though it’d only been about a week, the way he kissed you made it feel like he had been gone for months.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” Opie leaned against the doorframe.

Juice pulled his lips off of yours, almost making himself stumble backwards a few steps to try to cover for the two of you. You laughed, knowing that there was no point in trying to lie about it now.

“I was coming to see if you’re alright,” Opie chuckled as he walked to the other side of your bed, “But honestly this,” he gestured to you and Juice, “is more concerning than the bullet wound.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, “I’m fine on both counts, thanks for asking.”

He chuckled before bending down to kiss your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you looked back and forth between him and Juice, trying to figure out what was going to happen next.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Opie looked at him, “Once she’s out of the hospital bed, she’s the one you need to worry about. Not me.”

Juice nodded, not fooled at all by the calm way that Opie was handling the situation. He knew that underneath the cool demeanor Opie was more than ready to snap and wring Juice by the neck if you ever gave a reason for him to do so.

“Got it,” Juice shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, unsure of what else to do.

Opie raised his eyebrows slightly, “Can I leave you in charge here, then?”

He nodded, “Yea, yea of course.”

“Don’t let her get shot again,” Opie leaned down and kissed the top of your head once more before leaving and going to catch up with Jax.

Juice let out a relieved laugh, “I thought that was gonna be way worse.”

You smiled and shook your head, “It’s not him you gotta worry about. Just wait ‘til Piney finds out.” Juice’s face paled at the thought of it and you couldn’t help but to laugh. You patted the space on the bed next to you, “Come lay with me.”

He was never good at saying no to you. With a quiet laugh he clumsily climbed into the bed beside you, letting you settle against his chest as he looped his arm around your shoulders. He kissed your temple, closing his eyes for a moment to just enjoy being with you again.

He saw the outline of your bandage through the thin fabric of the hospital gown, “Does it hurt?”

You looked at him and chuckled, “Did it hurt when you got stabbed?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “Alright, alright. Stupid question, I get it.”

You rested your palm against his chest, soaking up the feeling of his heartbeat, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“Sorry I didn’t have a better welcome home party planned for you,” you smiled.

He shook his head with a small grin as he kissed your forehead, “We’ll party plenty when you get out of here.”

“Can’t wait,” you looked up at him, “Gotta show off my battle scars.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re ridiculous.”

You playfully nudged him, “You love it.”

He looked at his ring hanging around your neck, his gaze slowly trailing up to meet your eyes, “Yea, I do.”

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #my writing #drabblesmc #fanfiction

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cake-writes · 4 years

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Earn It

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: filthy smut, ANAL (yes reader is 100% that bitch), kinda-sorta dubcon due to alcohol, praise kink, pain kink (yes reader is also 100% that bitch), safe word mention (not used), subtle D/s undertones, begging, degradation, count down, squirting, 18+

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: so you can blame my darlings @mandalorianspace and @buckybarnesplumwhore for this one. THANKS A LOT. 💀 also I could not be fucked with the ending so lmao sorry but the smut is just more important here, okay???

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

You’re on your hands and knees in front of your boyfriend of two years, side of your face pressed into the sheets – and although you can’t see him, you can hear the roughness in his voice, feel his callused fingertips dig into the flesh of your ass as he spreads your cheeks apart.

Despite how long you’ve been together, though, it’s unfamiliar.

“Bucky,” you gasp as his vibranium thumb smooths over your puckered hole. “Please fuck my ass, please—”

The tip of his thumb slides in, and you shiver.

“You’re so tight, honey,” Bucky warns, voice low, bordering on dangerous. “Sure you can handle it?”

You take his warning as a challenge, of course you do, but you don’t miss the slight note of concern in his tone. You’ve done anal before, just not with him because you’ve always been so intimidated by how thick he is. Even told him that once a long time ago. Funny story, that.

Right now, however, you’re high on endorphins and drunk on too many shots of tequila to care.

“Yeah,” you respond breathily. “I need it. Baby, please.”

You’re eager, so much that you barely notice when he replaces his thumb with a finger until it sinks further inside than the former could ever reach. Just one finger leaves you gasping, never mind two as he stretches you open even more.

“Bucky,” you whine, wiggling your hips, impatient and needy. Two fingers isn’t nearly enough preparation considering how long it’s been since you had it last, but you want him. You want him so fucking badly, and he’s taking too long.

As if on cue, a third finger presses inside and you hiss at the burn. It’s a reminder that you shouldn’t rush, but you want it. You need it.

“Fuck me,” you plead, reaching back to spread your cheeks apart so he doesn’t have to. “If it won’t fit, then make it fit. I don’t care. Just fuck me.”

Bucky stops, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in your ass, to stare at you – not that you even notice, because you’re already so fucking gone for it. You do hear a hint of surprise in his voice when he asks after a too-long pause, slowly, teasingly pulling his fingers out, “What’s our safe word?”

This isn’t the first time you’ve done a scene, and you breathe, “Peaches.”

“Good girl.”

After a playful smack to your ass, Bucky releases you to retrieve the bottle of lube from your nightstand. You pull your head up off the sheets to peer back at him, heartbeat pounding in your ears as he pops open the bottle.

There’s something about the way his skin seems to glow in the warm lamplight, or maybe it’s the way his hair falls so perfectly into that pretty face of his; or how, when his eyes meet yours, dark and teasing, you feel yourself get even wetter at his approach.

Anticipation.

The lube is cold and wet as it drips down the crack of your ass and onto the bed. Some small part of you is thankful that he had the foresight to lay down a towel, but the thought is quickly forgotten when he holds the tip of his cock against your hole.

You think you’re ready. You’re beyond ready.

It's slick, ridiculously so, the way the head pops in without a hitch – but it’s a beautiful stretch, one that stings just enough to make your legs quake. You bite down on your lower lip because it feels good, too. Too good. Too right.

A whimper escapes your throat when Bucky presses in further, because that’s when it starts to hurt a little bit more – but you don’t use your safe word, because maybe you want it to hurt. Or maybe you just want him balls-deep inside you so badly that you don’t care. Or maybe that’s the tequila talking.

You assume he’s about halfway in when he withdraws almost all of the way to spread the slickness further. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I—”

Your affirmation is promptly cut off with a moan when he slides back inside, a little further than before, but that’s where he seems to get stuck. Not in the literal sense of the word, but your channel just can’t seem to take any more of him no matter how gently he tries to ease inside. You’re just too tight.

“Hurry, baby,” you whine. “Please.”

You’re already being stretched to the limit, and it burns in the best of ways, but you want him inside. You need it.

The warmth of his palm on your ass cheek is a balm as Bucky mutters to himself, “Make it fit, huh.”

And that’s when you know you’ve made a mistake, because he lets go of your hair to grab your hips – but before you can stammer out your concerns, he slams all the way inside, punching the breath from your lungs. You swear you actually see stars because it hurts, fuck, it hurts, but hell if you don’t love it all the same. You swear aloud, too; a string of filthy curses escapes your lips as your back arches, hands balling in the sheets below.

With Bucky so fully seated inside of your ass, you quickly realize that he couldn’t have been anywhere close to halfway before. He’s just too big, too thick, you’re not ready—

But no safe word. Not yet. It hurts too good.

His body cages yours in from behind, but all you can focus on is the searing stretch of his cock deep inside of you. He’s pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder and whispering sweet nothings against your skin, perhaps meant to be a distraction, and it helps a little.

“Fuck me,” you rasp. Your pussy is drenched and he hasn’t even started moving yet. “Baby, please, I can’t—”

You can’t even think, let alone form a coherent sentence, but he understands just fine. His withdrawal is almost as bad as the entry – but that perfect pain twists and warps into some semblance of pleasure within your masochistic brain as he starts a slow, gentle rhythm, one that has your eyes rolling back.

“Look at you, honey,” Bucky whispers, one hand smoothing down your back, cool vibranium meant to soothe, “Taking every fucking inch.” His praise has your core clenching around nothing, but it makes your ass tighten up, too, makes him groan out, “Good girl. God, you’re so good for me.”

“Y–Yeah,” is all you can manage to respond with, because your mind is blissfully blank.

There’s another pause as Bucky adds a little more lube, and then he’s pulling your arms back, dropping your face back onto the sheets – but that’s fine by you because you’re practically drooling anyway, and when he picks up the pace, you actually do drool. He stops being gentle because he knows you can take it, knows you’ll use your safe word if you have to, and the feeling of him pounding your poor abused ass into oblivion only sends you higher.

Mindless babbles and pleas leave your mouth on an endless loop; you don’t know what you’re even saying anymore, other than yes, yes, yes. Your knees slide further apart from his onslaught, which changes the angle just enough for him to slam into your sweet spot.

“I’m— Bucky, I’m gonna—”

You’re teetering on the edge, ready to implode, ready for him to put you out of your misery.

“Not yet,” he orders. “Wait for me.”

The sheer command in his voice makes you clench up again, because it’s near-impossible to stave off the inevitable. The pain’s given way to pure, unbridled pleasure at this point, and it teases your undoing, makes you so fucking desperate to come that tears start rolling down your cheeks. It’s adrenaline. It’s delirium. Your voice goes hoarse begging him to fill you up, to give it to you, to let you come, please, baby, please—

“Oh, honey,” Bucky coos, tone patronizing, smoothing your hair from your face. “You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

“Please let me come,” you beg, not even caring anymore what a state you must look: face hot, flushed, tears staining your cheeks, saliva smeared down your chin and on the sheets. “Please, please, please—”

Each ‘please’ is punctuated with another slam of his hips until two of his fingers are in your mouth, digging into your cheek, stifling any further pleas; not that you don’t continue to try. Muffled, incomprehensible moans are all that come out.

“Too bad. You’ve gotta earn it.”

That’s when he finally lets go and buries his hand in your hair instead, to push and pull you as he pleases, use you however he likes.

“So fucking desperate—” Bucky slaps your ass hard with his vibranium hand and you jerk in surprise – not that you mind, because it feels so fucking good. “Had to shove it in ‘cause you’re such a needy little slut, isn’t that right, honey? So now you’re gonna take it, just like you asked for.”

As if it’s not hard enough to hold back, now he wants to talk to you like that?

“Bucky, please—” You’re sobbing with desperation as he pulls your hair back by the roots. “Please, I can’t, I can’t—”

You’re like a broken record, but you’re pretty sure it’s your brain that’s broken because you just can’t comprehend anything anymore. You feel like you’re floating, almost, ready to combust but you’re just not allowed to, yet.

“I’m gonna count down,” Bucky tells you, voice strained, and you know then that he must be close. “Three.”

Vibranium fingertips dig into your hipbone, hard enough to leave bruises, and he uses the tighter grip to pull you back harder onto his cock.

“Two.”

Sloppy wet sounds echo through the room as he slams into you with a more frenzied, albeit uneven pace.

“One.”

And then he angles his hips just so, aiming for your sweet spot once again which he successfully hits, over and over and over until finally, finally—

“Let go. Let me feel you.”

In an instant, your body tenses up like a live wire as you reach your peak with a strangled cry, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids in what’s probably one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. He’s never made you hold out for so long, never made you beg this much before, but it’s certainly done something for you if the sudden gush of wetness between your legs is any indication.

“Christ, sweetheart—”

Bucky shoves in as far as he can go, and you feel a sudden burst of warmth deep inside as he fills up your ass just like you begged for. Aftershocks have your body spasming as his cock pulses inside of you, once, twice, three times, four—

And then his grip goes lax, on both your hair and your hip, and your scalp aches painfully but not nearly as much as your backside. It stings and burns as he slowly pulls out, gently massaging your lower back as he does: another welcome distraction.

The head of his dick slips out with a distinct pop, and you whimper. If it’s because of the loss or because of the pain, you’re not sure but either way you’re definitely going to feel it in the morning.

Pulling some wet wipes from your bedside table, Bucky attempts to carefully clean you up, but you’re already so sore so you take it from him and do it yourself.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, continuing to rub your back. “Did I hurt you? Was it too much?”

You give him a dopey smile. “Yeah. But it was worth it.”

Bucky snorts. “Sometimes I think you like the pain a little too much.”

Then he presses a kiss to your forehead, to which you let out a sleepy hum of approval. You love his aftercare, you really do, but today a cuddle is more than enough. The two of you lay together on the bed as he strokes your hair, and when you fall asleep, Bucky thinks to himself, well, you definitely earned it.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #earn it

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t-lostinworlds · 4 years

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Not Going Anywhere (Tom Holland)

a/n: finally! lmao. gosh, i haven’t posted a fic in a while and im scared lol. also, i’m sorry for the lack of fics recently, i’ll try and be better with it. anyway, i’m not going to babble any more asdfghjkl hope you guys enjoy this one!

pairing: tom holland x actress!reader warnings: emotional scene, blood (fake), gun shots (kinda fake), character death (very fake lmao), lots of crying, and tom just being a wholesome boyfriend. word count: 7.5k+ requested:

first off, thank you angel! 💓 you’re too sweet omg 🥺 requests are a bit tricky for me ‘cause it depends if i get inspo or not but i did with this one haha so second, i’m so sorry this took soooo long. i hope i did it justice and that you like it love!

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It was the last scene of the day but neither you nor Tom were too keen on it. Both of you read the script, of course you knew this was a long time coming. This scene has been sitting in the back of your heads from the moment you both decided to take on the roles but still, it never really does prepare you mentally no matter how much you try.

Death scenes are always tricky to shoot, depending on what the undertone is. It can be a slightly easy one, the death of an enemy in which you'd channel relief, pride, a sense of accomplishment—maybe even in a sadistic, evil sense, happiness and joy. Or it can go around the hard route, the death of someone you love. There are so many ways you could go about it, so many emotions you can tap into. You can have regret, guilt, hurt, sadness, anger, fear, loss, and the list goes on.

It would've been easier to act it out with a regular colleague or a friend, easier to separate from reality and to snap out of it when they call cut. It'd be less daunting if that was the case. But when it's done with someone who you love off screen, a person who you can't ever imagine a world without, to get your mind to a place where you'd have to picture losing them, then it gets even trickier, much, much harder.

Couples don't usually do movies together that often, it can become unprofessional as some would say, but that wasn't the case with you and Tom. Both of you have been praised so many times with your individual works as you two can stand alone and carry a role with nothing but award winning performances. But whenever you two share a screen together, then it's an even bigger force to be reckoned with.

It's always a director's dream to work with you individually and as a pair. You were a match made in heaven off and on screen, the one-take-wonder duo. You two just bounce off each other so well no matter the roles you play, may it be enemies, acquaintances, lovers, past lovers, co-workers, and so on. You two share a look and it all clicks, then everything just falls into place.

You two get it done right away in the right way.

You love working with Tom, love seeing him do his thing in the flesh and you enjoy watching all the breathtaking and raw performance he gives. Plus, you get to spend time with your man, a gift with how conflicting your schedules can get sometimes. Not to mention, you get to do what you love together, a fun time on set as you make the most out of it while staying at the top of your game, be each other's cheerleader while maintaining proper professionalism.

But when it's heavy and emotional scenes like this upcoming one, you do find yourself wishing that it wasn't with him.

"How do I look? Still gorgeous I hope," Tom joked the moment you entered the set, posing over dramatically with one hand on his head, the other on his jutted out hip and a duck face to match, sporting his dirt—with specks of blood—covered and torn outfit. What he wore was a white shirt, black pants, black boots and a gray coat combo. While you on the other hand, wore dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, a gray zip up hoodie that was fully open and a black leather jacket over it.

On a normal day, his silliness would've made you roll your eyes with a laugh, but today, it didn't even manage to make you crack a smile. In fact, a frown made its way onto your lips at the sight of him all dirtied up, a purple bruise under his left eye, a couple gashes on his cheek and a cut on his bottom lip to complete his beat-up look.

"Stop trying to ruin my Zen," you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout on your lips. It was already dark inside your mind, emotions at the ready for when they call action. And seeing him be his dorky self, trying his best to make you laugh, just being the sweet boy who owns your heart, it wasn't at all helpful in a sense that with what's coming, it makes you think what life would be like if those adorable traits of his would become a memo—

"I'm not," Tom chuckled softly as he slowly made his way over to you. Once he reached a close proximity, his warm palm found its way to rest on your cheek. His touch was gentle, thumb caressing your skin comfortingly, a loving smile making its way onto his lip as he kept his gaze steady on your troubled face. "Just making sure you don't get too into your head, darling."

Tom's eyes held nothing but utter concern because he knows you like the back of his hand, knows how you work. With actors, it's always taxing mentally and emotionally when it comes to scenes like this, but with you, there's an added weight. Because, one, you always go that extra mile, to dig much deeper into your thoughts, to make your brain work harder at channeling emotions on command and in a quick switch. That's what made you known to be such an incredible actress, pure talent mixed with hard work of course.

And two, you were doing the scene with him, your real life lover. For you to see his face and watch him slowly wither away, Tom can't even stomach the thought of what you could possibly be feeling, what kind of thoughts were swimming inside your head. He can't even begin to imagine if it was the other way around. He absolutely admires your strength for holding it together because if it was him, he would've already been balling before he could even get out of his trailer.

With that said, Tom was worried to the bone. It always pains him to see the struggle you go through to get your mind there. He hates seeing you in a state that wasn't pure happiness, even if it was all acting.

"It's really hard not to," you whispered, flashing him a small smile as you leaned into his touch. Tom's heart broke at the soft shake in your voice, a sigh coming out of his lips as he moved closer to press it against your forehead. His strong arms found their way around your form to give you the warmest hug he can muster without getting all the dirt and the little bit of fake blood he had on him, on you.

"I know, angel, I know," he whispered against your skin, giving your waist a gentle and loving squeeze that made you close your eyes with a shaky breath.

Tom has had a fair share of tough, emotional scenes, of course he understood. Some of them were even done with you, though none were as tragic and heavy as to what lies ahead.

He knows how hard it is to not let those dark thoughts cloud most of your mind. He's been guilty of failing at it a couple of times. Some scenes just affected him in real life before he could stop it. Tom so badly didn't want you to experience the same. He doesn't want you to go far too deep for the sake of your mental state, especially with how much worse this scene is going to be compared to previous stuff you've done. But there's not much he can do other than to be there for you to help you get through it and to make sure to snap you out of it before it gets way out of hand.

"You two ready to go?" Jessica, the director, interrupted with a sympathetic smile. You unwillingly broke away from Tom's embrace to give her a small nod.

"Don't think I'll ever be ready but let's get this over and done with," you breathed out. She watched the two of you for a moment, the gloominess in the atmosphere too obvious for anyone to miss. It's always like that with emotional scenes, the set catered to help the actors be in the zone, but it's a lot heavier this time around. When it's a real life couple, the difference is huge.

With a soft, understanding smile, she reached over to you and gave your shoulder a squeeze. "Two more minutes and then we start." Jessica nodded at the both of you curtly. You and Tom flashed her grateful smiles to which she gladly returned.

Once she walked away, Tom's gaze landed back on you, slight dread and concern glowing in his eyes but a reassuring grin played on his lips. He was trying his best to stay calm about it, even though he wasn't looking forward to it as well. He just didn't want to add more to your already worrying mind by looking too frantic with his concern.

"Come here and give me one last kiss."

"Don't say it like that," you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as his choice of words weren't exactly the best.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, darling," Tom rushed once he realized how it sounded like, rubbing your arms comfortingly and giving it a gentle squeeze, silently urging you to look at him. Once you opened your eyes and met his gaze again, he tilted his head to the side with an adorable pout. "Can I have a kiss? Pwetty please?"

You shook your head at your man with a sigh, the corners of your lips lifting just a little as you met him halfway for a short but sweet, loving kiss.

"You've got this, okay?" he whispered once you pulled away, his breath hot against your lips as the tip of his nose nudged yours tenderly. You flashed him a small yet thankful smile, nodding in response before leaning close again to give him a quick peck.

"Places you two!" Jessica called out.

Tom's hands found yours, his fingers delicate as he lifted them up to his lips, a kiss on each of your knuckles and another reassuring squeeze before he lets you go.

You treaded your way towards your first marker, Tom's just a couple feet behind you. You looked over your shoulder in hopes to find his eyes before everything starts, a wash of relief coating your body once you saw that it was already set on you. You two shared a look, Tom flashing you one of his many charming grins—one that you adore so much—in reassurance, throwing in a thumbs up as he put his right foot forward. You did just the same, only breaking his gaze when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder.

You turned to one of the crew who handed you a Glock filled with blanks, a soft thanks escaping your lips followed by a deep intake of breath. You closed your eyes before exhaling slowly, clenching and unclenching your fist around the gun as you slowly slipped into character.

The two of you were undercover agents, partners turned recent lovers to be specific. The start of the scene was that you've just managed to get Tom out from his unfortunate capture, the abandoned warehouse where he was kept and you just escaped from, situated behind. You've managed to take out all the guys in the warehouse together but you have no idea if someone had called in backup so it was needed and safer to get as far away from the place as soon as possible. Hence why you two are going to be running from point A to B. But once you reach point B, then the scene happens.

"Ready and action!"

You took on a sprint, chest heaving as you kept looking back to make sure Tom was following. He was running just loosely behind you, a slight limp in his movements given that he isn't in the best of conditions due to the kidnapping.

"Come on!" You slowed down a little to wait for him, offering out a hand for him to take. He was so close to reaching it when his gaze shifted from your hand to somewhere behind you, eyes widening at the sight.

"Look out!" Tom exclaimed, hand quick to grab your outstretched one to pull you into his body. Both his arms wrapped around you tightly as he turned around in one swift motion so that your places were now switched. Then you heard five deafening gun shots, Tom's body jerking the same number of times before he slowly leaned forwards, his body getting heavier as his weight slowly rested more on you.

"No!" you shrieked, one hand wrapping around his torso as you lifted the other one hurriedly to aim your gun at the armed person behind him, pulling the trigger a couple of times to let loose of the blanks. You heard a thud next, an indication that the person has been taken care of.

Tom's whole body slumped, you struggling to hold his weight as he gradually slipped from your grasp, your heart beating rapidly against your chest when you felt something damp coat your fingers that were rested on his back. Your gaze landed on his face with wide eyes, calling out his character's name a few times as you tried your best to let him down on the pavement as gently as you can manage.

Tears welled up in your orbs, your throat closing up as you kneeled beside his body, anxiously checking to see what was wrong even though you already knew that everything was wrong. You took off your jacket hurriedly, bunching it up and placing it under his head for support. A sharp pain squeezed at your heart at the sight of him struggling to breathe, coughing out blood while he willed his eyes to stay open, his white shirt slowly turning crimson.

"No, no, no," you croaked, letting go of the gun to cup his face, fingers trembling as you tried to keep his head steady. Frantically, you reached into your pocket with your free, blood-covered, shaking hand, taking out the phone and hastily dialed zero to send out a distress signal.

Tom lets out a groan laced with pain as his eyes scanned your face, muttering out your character's name to get your attention, voice barely audible.

"Yeah, I'm here, I'm right here," you whispered as you met his brown orbs, a soft smile on your lips as you dropped the phone so you can tend to him with both hands. You brushed away the hair that managed to stick on his sweat-littered forehead, his blood from your hand tainting his crown, not the best of sights to see.

Tom's eyes started to gloss up as he kept letting out ragged breaths. You let out a broken sob as the heartrending sound filled up your ears, squeezing agonizingly at each vein in your heart. "S-Stay with me, please," you stammered, his skin turning a bit colder against your warm palm, your breathing turning shallow as you struggled to keep your own self together.

"Help! Please help!" you wailed, looking around the empty place frantically before your gaze landed back on the man in your arms, life slowly slipping from his grasp. "You're going to be okay," you repeated over and over, unsure if the words were said to reassure him or yourself.

The feeling of your jeans getting wet at the knees from the blood that pooled on the ground made you let out a broken cry of despair, eyes scanning his body for only a moment, the sight of red making you want to hurl. And you were too scared to look away from his eyes for far too long, scared that things will take a drastic turn in a split second.

Slowly, weakly, Tom lifted a hand up to cup your damp cheek, thumb caressing your skin as a small, tired smile made its way onto his lips. This made you cry even harder, your nimble fingers curling around his wrist, turning your head slightly for a second to give his palm a warm kiss.

"R-Remember when I-I said I'd t-take a bullet for y-you?" he sputtered, though the smile on his lips was still there, charming as always, his thumb capturing the tear that escaped your eye before it could have the chance to land on your skin.

You bit your bottom lip to suppress a whimper, shaking your head at his ability to make light of the situation. You let out a shaky breath. "I do, I remember. To prove how much I mean to you even when it's not necessary."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, running his thumb over your cheek, a few tears escaping his eyes as he scanned your gorgeous face distorted in utter distress, as he stared at the pain that glowed inside your beautiful orbs.

"N-No, there's nothing to apologize," you breathed out, your thumb grazing the apples of his cheeks as you stared right into those brown eyes you've grown to adore and more. "You saved me," you sobbed, flashing him a small smile laced with gratitude. "You saved me."

Tom nodded slowly with a hum, eyes staring right back at yours with the utmost adoration coating them, although in a few short seconds, it was quick to be replaced by worry. "You n-need to g-go," he hissed in pain, his hand grabbing your wrist to try and pry you away from him. It still wasn't safe to stay and he wanted nothing more than for you to be as far from harm, well and alive.

"No! I'm not leaving you here," you protested, a sob tied at the end of your sentence as you took his hand and placed it back on your cheek. And he held it there, channeling all the strength he had left for him to feel your skin for a couple moments more. "Help is on the way just, s-stay with me," you croaked.

Tom's breathing started to turn labored, his head falling back gradually as there was not much strength left for him to keep it still. "Hey! h-hey, look at me," you rushed, command in your tone as you went to hold his face with both hands, keeping his head steady only to see that his eyes were slowly fluttering close. "Keep those eyes open! Keep those eyes open," you said through gritted teeth, your man listening to your voice that was filled with desperation as he met your gaze again.

"P-Promise me—" Tom interrupted himself with a cough of blood, letting out a soft groan before his eyes were back on yours. "Promise me, y-you'll find h-happiness."

"N-no, don't say that, you're going to be okay." You shook your head desperately with a whimper.

"Promise me," he repeated, voice firmer this time.

Your bottom lip trembled. "I promise, just h-hold on, p-please," you choked. "Somebody! Please h-help! Please!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, urgently looking towards nothing, a sob following suit as your voice broke, hope slowly leaving you.

"H-hey, sweetheart, l-look at me," Tom called out as he tapped your cheek weakly. A whimper escaped your lips as you met his gaze once again, the emotion that shined in them so clear as day. He knows that it was time, and the certain look he was giving you made you understood. Although, you still shook your head in pure denial, muttering protests after protests under your breath as you gave his hand that rested on your cheek a tight squeeze while you kept the other steady on his face, horrified to let go even for a split second for he might be gone when you do.

"I love you," Tom breathed out, voice soft but the truth loud and clear. It was the first time he had uttered those three words, and you so wished it was done in a much, much more different circumstance. You leaned down to swiftly capture his lips in a bitter-sweet kiss, a sigh coming out of him only to be mirrored by a soft cry from you.

"I love you too, oh so much," you whispered to no one but him and him only, pulling away to meet his eyes, a certain glow now coating them at the sound of those lovely words filling up his ears. A satisfied smile made its way onto Tom's lips, his eyes locked with yours, glowing with utmost love.

But as Tom took in one deep, sharp breath, you held yours, only letting it out in a form of an excruciating sob once he completely stilled in your arms. His hand slowly slipped away from your face until it fell limp on his side, his chest laying flat, no more sign of any movement.

"No, no, no," you cried, tapping his cheek to get him to move again but to no avail. You shook your head frantically, your tears blurring your vision some more, heart in your throat as the droplets coated his face at a faster pace. "No! P-Please!" you screamed, cupping his face with trembling hands, letting go for a moment to hold his shoulder, shaking him harder in utter anguish. "C-Come back! P-Please! Come back to m-me." Your fingers found its way back to rest on his cheeks as you choked in short breaths, his eyes wide open but already dimmed, those bright, brown beautiful eyes somewhat turned gray.

"Don't leave me please," You croaked out, voice now hoarse from all the crying you've done. "I can't live without you. Please, come back to me," you whispered one last time, taking a few seconds more to stare at his face, looking at him as a flicker of hope coated your eyes for a split second before it completely died out. You dropped your head onto his chest and let out deep, broken sobs, choking in sharp breaths in between each sound that only made things more heart wrenching to hear.

It was so hard for Tom to keep his own tears at bay, a stinging, horrible feeling gripping at his chest as you cried your heart out. To watch the absolute hurt across your beautiful features, the desperation on trying to "bring him back" was too much of a painful sight to see. If he had a choice he would've opted on closing his eyes, but Jessica had specific instructions to keep them open, to make it more realistic, more effective in a sense that it would pull at the viewer's heartstrings a bit more.

But my God it was so hard to watch you be in so much pain and lay completely still, the heartbreaking sound of your sobs, the way you begged, it was absolute torture, especially when he can't do anything about it just yet. And the way your touch was frantic, desperate, it was hurting his heart harshly, agonizingly and he so badly wanted it to end because he can't take any more of just watching you go through so much pain. But most especially, he wanted it to end for your sake.

At the sound of your own cries, lungs burning with your head pounding, ears ringing, chest too tight and filled with utmost pain, you didn't even notice Jessica call out cut. The moment you knew it was all done was when you felt strong arms wrapping around your form that was still shaking with sobs.

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's over darling," Tom rushed as he sat up quickly, prying you away gently so you could meet his eyes. It broke his heart to pieces when he saw the hurt that still coated your orbs, though he was glad to see the relief slowly seeping back in once you blinked away the tears. You finally snapped out of it once you were able to take a good look at him, your bottom lip trembling as you tilted your head to the side, as if to examine if he was actually real. "I'm okay, see?" Tom hummed, voice gentle as he took both your hands and placed one on each of his cheeks, his skin warm against your touch. "I'm here my love."

All you could do was nod with a breath of relief, body falling forwards so you could sink into his arms, not a care in the world about the fake blood that drenched him. You just needed to be close to him.

Tom sighed as he pulled you tighter in his embrace, pressing his warm lip against your crown in the process. "Breath my darling angel, it's over," he murmured, followed by sweet nothings as his hand ran up and down your back comfortingly, your breathing slowly growing calmer at the tender sound of his voice.

You stayed like that on the ground for a minute, Tom only pulling away slightly when he heard footsteps approaching. "Do we need another take?" he asked dreadfully as he saw Jessica make her way over. He desperately didn't want you to go through that all again but it was out of his control. And if another take was needed, he's going to have to ask for an hour break, for your sake.

You lifted your head up just in time to see Jessica shake her head no, gesturing towards the both of you as satisfaction coated her face. "It's already the best for me. I mean, they call you two the one-take-wonder duo for a reason. And I've got tears in the crews' eyes to further prove my point." With a knowing look, she added, "But you two can watch it back if you like."

Tom turned to you, hand going up to wipe the couple more tears that littered your skin, touch sweet and reassuring. "Do you want to?" he asked softly.

You gave out a small nod. "Yeah, maybe I can do things better," you sniffled.

Tom scoffed loudly at that, gawking at you with wide eyes, taking full offence of your own words for you. "Are you kidding me? That was already amazing," he stressed. "Quit being so overly critical of yourself, darling," he added, taking both your hands in his comfortingly.

"Thank you bubba," you whispered, looking at him with an adorable pout, eyes glowing with the utmost gratitude that Tom felt his heart melt ten times over, especially with the nickname.

He flashed you a bright smile. "Now, let's get you off this wet floor." And that he did as he helped you up, pulling you in for another warm hug once you've got your feet under you.

Crew members quickly crowded you both as they helped you out of the now wet hoodie and coat, giving you each some water and two big, black warm jackets to compensate for the cold. You and Tom then made your way over to the director's chair right after.

You now stood beside Tom in front of the monitor as they started to play the clip back. Both your arms were fully wrapped around him, cheek pressed up against his chest as he slung his arm over your shoulder. His heart was turning soft at how adorable you were being, although he felt a sense of worry as well, since it seemed like you were scared to be too far away from him.

Even when they were fussing around the two of you, he saw how you kept giving him a glance, like you were scared to let him out of your sight. And once they were done, you were quick to grab his hand, as if you didn't want to feel the absence of his touch for far too long. So, he made sure to keep you as close as he can, giving you random kisses and squeezes in comfort from time to time, to reassure your mind that he was, in fact, here.

"Whew, look at you go," Tom praised, staring in pure awe at the monitor as he rewatched your performance, giving your arm a loving squeeze with a kiss on the forehead to match. "You make me look so talentless, love."

"Shut up," you said in pure disagreement given that his performance was breathtaking just as always. He did make things more real, made it hurt even more the way he portrayed dying so well. Your own performance improved because of his. As said in the beginning, you two just bounce off each other so well.

You peeked at the monitor for only short moments as you can't bear to watch it back fully, snuggling into him every once in a while with your eyes fluttering close. Tom was quick to notice this, giving you another peck on the forehead to remind you that it was okay, that things were alright. You hummed at his sweet gesture, squeezing his torso lovingly in return.

"Damn," Tom gushed once the clip ended, wiping away the stray tear that slipped with the back of his hand before turning to you with nothing but utter pride in his eyes. "And the Oscar goes to..."

"Stop," you whined, burying your face on his chest shyly, prompting a hearty chuckle from him.

"One-take-wonder duo I tell you," Jessica admired, giving you both claps on the back before she lifted up her megaphone. "That's a wrap everyone!"

Loud cheers and applause filled the air, Tom giving you a tight, warm hug as you both slowly relaxed in each other's embrace, glad that the day was almost over. You then made your way to where your teams were sat. Both of you were quick to notice how most of them were smiling proudly at the two of you with a bit of shine in their eyes.

"Harry," Tom gasped as soon as his brother came into view, Harry's face red with a faint sniffle coming out of him. "Were you crying?"

"No," the young lad grumbled, turning away in hopes to hide the way he wiped his face but still failing miserably.

"Oh Harry come here," Tom lets go of you for a moment to tackle his brother in a bear hug, making smooching noises as the older sibling tried to give the other a kiss on the cheek, Harry squirming like his life depended on it. You couldn't help the soft laugh from escaping your lips at the sight of the two boys, Tom's head perking up at the sound, a bit of relief coating his features as he tilted his head at you with a smile of his own.

"Get off you div," Harry groaned, pushing Tom away playfully, the older lad laughing before pulling away from him. "It's not my fault you two made it look so real. I genuinely thought Tom died for a second."

"Aw, thanks bro—"

"Correction, Y/N made it so real. The moment you started crying," Harry paused, blowing out his cheeks with a shake of his head, turning to you with both hands up in surrender. "I went."

"Thank you Harry." You shot the young lad a tired but grateful smile, giving him a quick but lovely hug.

"I'll let that pass for now because I do agree," Tom said, shooting his brother a playful glare before he made his way back to you, arms taking home around your waist as he looked at you adoringly. "You were incredible my love."

You smiled at him, leaning closer so you could give him a sweet kiss, just to show more of your gratitude. Tom hummed in pure satisfaction against your lips, giving your waist a tender squeeze before pulling away.

"Let's wrap up the day shall we?"

With that, the two of you made your way over to the wardrobe trailers to get out of the dirty work clothes and into comfier ones. Once out of the trailer, you now wore a pair of black leggings and Tom's pink hoodie to which he insisted on letting you wear over your tank top, given that it was starting to get colder out. He, on the other hand, wore his black sweatpants and a tight maroon t-shirt, handsome as ever but the make up on his face—the bruises, cuts, fake blood—were a bit of a distraction, feeding more thoughts to your still troubled mind.

"Come here, love." Tom beckoned you over once he noticed how you stared at him with a certain look in your eyes and a matching frown. His warm hands found yours, pulling you closer to him so he can give you loving kisses all over your face, all sloppy, loud and sweet. He only stopped when he was satisfied with the little giggles that escaped your lips. "Stop thinking too much, darling."

You flashed him a smile, nodding to say that you understood. "Are you not cold?" you asked in concern, slight guilt swimming in your orbs given that you somewhat stole his hoodie. Tom chuckled with a shake of his head, slinging his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer to his side as you then made your way to the make-up trailers.

"As long you're here beside me? My human heater? Never."

***

It was finally time to get back to the hotel.

You and Tom sat at the very back of the van, your head rested on his shoulder while his head rested atop of yours. You've been nothing but silent the whole ride, Tom not pestering you much because he knows you were drained to the bone. He just gave you occasional squeezes on the thigh, his fingers sometimes drumming some random beat just to distract you a little for what was going on inside your mind.

The moment your shared hotel room door closed, lock clicking in the process, Tom dropped your bags on the floor with the loudest sigh of relief.

"Shower together?" Tom offered with a wriggle of his brows, jokingly of course as there was no malice in his intent. You both were too tired for it, a simple shower would suffice.

A sweet smile made its way onto your lips as you nodded, taking up on his offer.

Tom moved over to you to give you a short kiss, mumbling a 'wait here' against your lips before pulling away and disappearing into the bathroom. He came back out not long after sporting nothing but his black boxers, beckoning you over with an open palm to which you gladly took. Hot steam met your skin as you stepped inside the en suite, Tom stopping by the sink as he turned to face you.

"Arms up," he said, your brows furrowing in confusion but you did as told anyway. Once you have both hands in the air, Tom took hold of the hem of your—his—hoodie and lifted it up your body, a pout making its way onto your lips once it was off. He gave your jutted out lip a peck, chuckling at the slight confusion on your face before he went to take your tank top off next.

"I'm not a baby anymore Tom. And I didn't lose any limbs," you pointed out with a soft giggle, top-half now naked in front of him

"Says who? As far as I know, you're still my baby." He shrugged, hooking his fingers on the hem of your leggings and pulling them down—along with your underwear—until he was squatted on the floor. He tapped your thigh lightly, silently telling you to lift each leg up one by one so he can take off the fabric fully. Now, you were left completely bare for him. You looked down at your man and shot him a pointed look, Tom meeting your gaze through his eyelashes as he lets out a sweet chuckle.

"Just let me take care of you love, you've had a long day," he hummed, giving each of your thighs a chaste kiss before he stood back up to his full height. He just wanted to let other things occupy your mind instead, didn't want you to sit too long and think about the scene you just did. Plus, he really did want to just take care of you, to show you the utmost love and affection as you deserve nothing but all and more, especially after today.

Another sweet kiss landed on your lips before he got rid of his boxers next, taking your hand soon after as he guided you inside the glass shower box, pulling you right under the hot water. And take care of you was exactly what he did as he helped you wash up as well. You've told him a couple of times how he was being a bit much, especially when he stole the loofa off your hands to do it himself, shampooed and conditioned your hair. But he simply repeated the same thing over and over:

"Just let me take care of you."

A few more giggles and chuckles with a couple sprinkles of making-out later, you two got out of the shower and dried up. Then after that, Tom gave you one of his shirts to wear—paired with only your panties—and helped you blow dry your hair so you could take a quick nap, an easy breezy task for him since it was not the first time. He's done it before on various occasions.

Once you were soundlessly asleep—after a few more kisses from him as he tucked you in because yes, your boyfriend is extra—Tom took it upon himself to order in some food, that way you'd have something to eat when you wake up, knowing that you probably wouldn't want to go anywhere to have a meal. He sent Harry a text in the process saying that the two of you would be staying in for the night in case the team wanted to go out for dinner.

In his gray sweats and white t-shirt, Tom sat down on the couch right by the window near your side of the bed, pulling out his computer to get a bit of work done while he waits. He didn't want to risk waking you up by slipping in beside you, didn't want to disturb your blissful sleep.

He kept giving you glances from time to time, just to check up on you, his heart growing bigger whenever he does so. Warmth just spreads across his chest each time he sees your beautiful face with nothing but slumber and peace coating your features.

The food arrived about thirty minutes later, Tom setting his laptop down to open the door, room service strolling in with fresh and hot food. He closed the door after he tipped the guy generously, walking over to the table to take some chips off the plate, humming at the wonderful taste.

Opting on letting you sleep for a couple minutes more, Tom went back over to the couch. But just as he was about to sit back down, he heard you let out a troubled groan in your sleep. Surely enough when his gaze landed on you, your face was now contorted in pure distress, brows knitted together as you shifted on the bed, one hand desperately clinging on the pillow while the other on the white sheets.

"Tom!" you yelped and bolted straight up, eyes frantic and chest heaving as you looked around the room for him.

"Hey! Hey." Tom was by your side in an instant, the bed dipping as he sat down, his hands cupping your face gently to make you look at him straight in the eyes. "Darling, hi, I'm here," he whispered with a sweet smile, heart aching at the sight of fear and the fresh sets of tears that now coated your eyes.

Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at him for a couple seconds, moving closer towards him so you could bury yourself in his arms. "I'm sorry," you mumbled against his chest, both your arms wrapping around his torso as you let out uneven, shaky breaths.

"Nothing to apologise for angel. It was just a nightmare," he murmured, rubbing your back sweetly as he swayed you side to side. "It's okay, you're okay." He held you like that for as long as you needed, whispering sweet nothings into your ear in hopes that it'll help you calm down. Tom only loosened his hold around when you softly pulled away, breathing now calmer, sniffling close to none.

"Want to watch a movie while we eat? The chips are really good," he said, both hands now holding your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks tenderly as he wiped away the little tears that sat on your skin. "Spider-Man: Far From Home so we can nitpick and criticize my performance together?" he added jokingly, earning a soft giggle from you as you nodded.

With half of the food gone, you were well into fifteen minutes of the movie. There were a couple of pauses done of course. Now you were snuggled up cozily beside him, your head on his chest as he rested his back against the stacked pillows. He had one arm over your shoulder to keep you close, fingers grazing up and down your arm soothingly while his eyes were set on the screen in front, his warmth comforting you in more ways than one.

The whole pole sequence in Venice was when he felt you start to shift in his arms, a shaky breath coming out of you when you saw him hit that wall as he got drenched in water. And then you spoke,

"Tom, what if—"

"Stop it right now and don't even finish your sentence," he scolded, already knowing where you were going with this. You pulled away from his embrace and sat up straighter just so you could have a full look at him, a deep frown already on your lips.

"You do your own stunts," was all that you said, but Tom already knew what you meant by it, didn't need you to explain further.

With a sigh, he sat up as well, touch tender as he ran it up and down your arms. "Darling, I am being careful with the stunts, you know that. And when it's something too dangerous, you also know that I refuse to do it," he said. "Plus, you're right there to stop me when I'm pushing myself too hard. You're looking out for me too, my love."

Even though you gave him a nod, Tom saw how that still didn't ease your mind, saw it clear in your eyes. He couldn't blame you either knowing how that scene made you think the worse of thoughts. He understood you completely, knowing that if the roles were switched, he would be behaving just the same if not much worse with how overprotective he is of you. He'd probably wrap you in a bubble to be honest, to make sure you're as far away from harm as possible and that nothing was going to happen to you.

"Come here," he hummed, taking your hands and pulling you close until you were straddling his lap, giving your fingers warm kisses before he placed them, flat against his cheeks. Tom's warm palms found their way under his shirt that you wore, settling his hands right on your waist, his thumb running over the swell of your belly fondly, skin touching skin, makes you feel much closer to him.

Tom gaped up at you with nothing but absolute love in his eyes, a glow that's made your heart grow warmer, a look that's added more sincerity to his words. "Nothing's going to happen to me okay? You're going to be stuck with this very handsome face for a long, long time."

You giggled at that, dipping your head so you could capture his lips in a kiss filled with the rawest of emotions from gratitude, happiness, adoration, passion, love. Tom didn't need words for him to know that you were thankful for him, that you were so happy to have him in your life, he can already feel it. Your actions will always speak louder volumes, justifying all the emotions you needed to get across that simple words never could.

With a satisfied groan, Tom pulled you even closer, his hands snaking up your bare back, your shirt hiking up at his action. He felt up your warm skin deliberately, touch driven with passion as he nibbled on your bottom lip, wanting to taste more of you. You happily obliged with a soft moan, your fingers treading through his slightly damp curls as you welcomed him in. And Tom made his presence known through his touch, to remind you that he is here with you, that he will always be here, and that he is—

"Not going anywhere."

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nugnthopkns · 3 years

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dance me to the end of love (iii)

word count: 4.3k

warnings: fem!oc, cursing, potential percy jackson & the olympians spoilers, alcohol consumption, motion sickness and vomiting

series masterpost: here

a/n: this took me a hot sec to finish but here it is! there's a dumb little latin joke in here but that's just because i'm a nerd lmao

Ryan is certainly giving Bette a run for her money in the best friend department.

Magdalene has no intentions of usurping her best friend, but Ryan is quickly becoming the person she talks to most frequently. It started on social media but quickly moved to regular texting, both of them being twenty-five and capable of communicating through more normal channels. The text thread between them isn’t indicative of their newfound friendship – it looks like they’ve been friends since high school. At any given moment at least three conversations are going on, and Magdalene regularly sends him random updates throughout the day. Ryan likes hearing about any interesting artefacts she encounters at work so she keeps mental notes to tell him during their frequent phone calls.

Despite talking to him almost constantly, Magdalene hasn’t seen Ryan since they grabbed lunch at Barn Owl nearly two weeks ago. The lake house trip is a couple days out, and she’s been busy trying to get all her ducks in a row. At work, the current project is coming to an end and Magdalene will be sad to see it go – it’s the first thing she’s been on from start to finish. She’s got a neighbour coming to spend time with Caligula while she’s away so he doesn’t get too upset. Though the days are passing by in a haze as she tries to get ready, Magdalene is excited to get away for a little bit. It’s been a few years since she’s left Denver for more than a night, electing to skip on Bette’s previous vacation invites, and it will be nice to slow down. Life is moving at a comfortable pace, but having some time to pause and breathe will keep Magdalene from feeling too overwhelmed.

Halfway through her last day of work, Magdalene gets a text from Ryan that makes her nearly double over in laughter.

Julius Caesar walks into a bar and says to the bartender “I’ll have a Martinus please!” The bartender replies “Don’t you mean a Martini?” Caesar shakes his head and says “If I wanted double I would have said so.”

It takes her a minute to catch her breath, which piques June’s curiosity. Magdalene recites the joke and her boss rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but does let out a chuckle.

June didn’t think it was funny, but I did. Thank you for making today infinitely better. You riding with us tomorrow?

Magdalene tucks her phone back into her purse, determined to remain focused for the last few hours, and misses the reply telling her that Ryan won’t be riding with Bette, Tyson, and herself, but rather with Cale and his girlfriend to leave enough space for all the gear getting brought. She doesn’t see it until she’s walking across the parking lot to her car and it fills her with a sadness that doesn’t make much sense. He’ll be there for the entire week, so does it matter that he’ll be in a different car for the four hour drive? Magdalene has a sinking suspicion about why she’s upset, but she pushes it down. There’s no space in your life for a relationship right now, she reminds herself as she unlocks the door to her apartment. Caligula is waiting patiently at the door and distracts her thoughts from the handsome man with the kind smile that’s been all she can think about recently.

The cat is incredibly perceptive and knows the regular routine is going to change, making him particularly clingy. He follows Magdalene as she finishes packing, meowing and begging for pets, and she considers bailing on her friends. Caligula has mild separation anxiety and Magdalene doesn’t go away often partly because of it – though another reason is her homebody nature. Only the thought of seeing Ryan keeps her from hanging all her clothes back up.

“Don’t worry little boots,” she coos, “I won’t be gone long. Maria is going to check on you while I’m away, and I’ll be home before you know it.”

It seems ridiculous to speak to her pet as though it’s a child, but Magdalene knows Caligula comprehends what she’s saying. He’s always been smart, and the two of them share a bond that’s hard to explain. She picks him up, puts him in the pocket of her hoodie, and they spend the rest of the night packing and dancing along to the radio.

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Bette forgot to mention that the road to the lake house is winding, and Magdalene spends the entire ride with her head between her knees. Motion sickness is something that unfortunately plagues her during journeys longer than a couple of hours and she wishes she would have thought to take anti-nausea medication before leaving the house. Tyson tries to crack a joke about her being a bad passenger, but his girlfriend swats his arm and passes her friend a water bottle with a concerned smile. The two of them speak in hushed tones, almost certainly for Magdalene's benefit, and she does her best not to throw up on the floor of Tyson’s car. After what feels like two decades the vehicle rolls to a stop at the end of a gravel path.

“Mags, we’re here,” Bette says softly, praying that her friend will begin to feel better after stretching her legs and feeling firm ground underneath her.

There’s an unintelligible groan from Magdalene, but she rises out of the car and stumbles into the house. Tyson and Bette insist that she rest and they’ll handle the unloading of the car, so she crawls into one of the empty beds and falls asleep as soon as her head touches the pillow. It’s a dreamless slumber, one fuelled by the pure exhaustion of battling illness while travelling, and when she awakes hours later Magdalene feels oddly refreshed. Her energy level is still relatively low, but she knows that intaking food won’t be an issue.

Padding down the stairs as quiet as possible in an effort to not break the peaceful atmosphere, Magdalene is met with a quiet house. She’s utterly confused – she didn’t sleep long enough to miss dinner and judging by the way the sun is low in the final car full of people should be arriving any minute. For a moment she thinks the group left her in the mountains alone, but then the sound of a trunk closing breaks the silence.

“I fucking told you bro, you should have let me drive!”

Ryan’s voice echoes in Magdalene's ears and her heart skips a beat. She didn’t realize how much she had missed him or how excited she is to see him. Despite everything inside of her saying she should run into his arms Magdalene stays put in the kitchen, running the tap to get a glass of water. She focuses on the mountain on the other end of the lake, framing the setting sun and creating a postcard ready photo. The camera app on her phone is open and angles for the best shot are found. Ryan tumbles through the door a second later, arms filled to the brim with luggage and bags of food.

He drops them the second he sees her, running up behind her and lifting her off the ground. “Mags! Cale almost hit a deer!”

The shock of Ryan’s onslaught of affection catches her off guard, and Magdalene shakes her hand, forcing the picture to turn out as nothing but a blur.

“No hello?” She laughs as Ryan lets her feet touch down on the wooden floor. “It’s the least you could give me after destroying my chance of getting a National Geographic worthy picture.”

He smiles but doesn’t let his hands drop from their perch on her waist. “There’s six more days for you to nail it. I’ll even help if you ask.”

Other bodies enter the house then, causing Magdalene to slink away from Ryan’s touch even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. They’re simply friends, and she doesn’t want Bette to get any ideas. The last thing Magdalene needs on her plate right now is her best friend forcing her to paint a custom denim jacket with Ryan’s number across the back. “I can’t believe you almost hit a deer,” Tyson sighs in disbelief.

“It wasn’t even close,” Cale grumbles, picking up his bags and stomping off to find a place to claim as his own the next couple of days. A petite redhead follows after him, giving a small wave to those in the kitchen before scurrying away. When she asks, Ryan tells Magdalene the girl’s name is Livy, and that she’s Cale’s girlfriend from back home.

Everyone shrugs at his moodiness and disperses. Bette and Tyson stay in the kitchen to make dinner, Ryan goes to claim the final room, and Magdalene slips outside to sit on the patio furniture. The sun has dropped drastically in the past five minutes, causing the air to chill. She wraps her arms tighter around her legs and watches a pair of birds fly over the lake below. It’s so peaceful, a complete one-eighty from the insanity of her life in Denver, and Magdalene thinks about never leaving. She knows it’s impossible, but as she closes her eyes and listens to the quiet laughter of her friends inside the idea seems like a pretty good one.

The sliding door creaks open and Ryan goes through as quietly as possible. He tosses a sweater in Magdalene’s direction as he walks over, plopping down beside her on the small couch.

“Thanks,” she mumbles, slipping the fabric over her head. “I didn’t realize how cold it had actually gotten.”

He smiles in response and shuffles his body a little closer to create extra warmth. Magdalene leans into him, trying to appear casual even though her heart is beating rapidly, and pulls on the strings of the sweater Ryan gave her.

“So, are you excited for this week?”

It’s more awkward than she thought it would be – seeing him in person again, especially since they’ve been texting almost constantly, and the words kind of stick in her throat.

“Honestly? Now that I’m here I am, but I was a little leery about taking time off,” Ryan explains, detailing how he’s trying to improve some aspects of his two-way play and is worried his progress will plateau. Magdalene understands and shares her own worries about taking time off work even if her boss encouraged it.

After catching up quickly and running out of things to say, the pair of them sit in silence watching the sun set until they’re called inside for dinner. It’s nice to just exist, especially with Ryan beside her, and Magdalene feels her heart sink as they separate and he goes to make sure Cale isn’t actually mad at him.

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It storms the first two days at the lake house, forcing everyone to stay inside. Tyson complains about how he has less time to drive the boat that came with the property but the others take it in stride. Magdalene spends most of the time reading for pleasure, something she hasn’t been able to do much of the past few years, and Ryan joins her for large chunks of the time. It turns out that he too is an avid reader, and the two of them discuss their favourite novels and series while the other four play board games.

“So you’re telling me you wish Annabeth would have joined the Hunters of Artemis?” Magdalene shrieks in shock, almost knocking the wine out of her glass as her arms flail in disbelief.

“I think it made sense for her to,” Ryan defends.

“But she’s perfect for Percy!”

He sticks to his guns. “I’m not saying she isn’t. I just think that at the time the offer was presented it was the most logical choice. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about what would have happened if she did.”

She ducks her head in defeat because she had imagined it, on many occasions in fact. When reading the series for the first time in middle school Magdalene had desperately hoped Annabeth would choose the Hunters over Camp Half-Blood, gaining the family she herself never was privy to. They return to reading quietly beside each other, occasionally knocking elbows when trying to turn a page.

Tuesday brings sunshine and clear skies, which means Tyson is trying to corral everyone into the boat as soon as they’re up. Magdalene tries her hardest to get out of it but her pleas fall on deaf ears.

“You’ll be fine, stop being such a wimp,” Cale jests. She knows that he’s just anxious to soak up some sun, but the words hurt more than Magdalene would have liked them to.

Livy swats her boyfriend across the chest. “Enough! If she doesn’t want to come she doesn’t have to.” The smaller girl sends her a kind smile before speaking low enough that only Magdalene can hear her. “I know your book is just getting good and you look like the kind of person who needs alone time to function properly. Enjoy yourself.”

Seemingly excused from the day’s festivities, Magdalene gives a sheepish wave before climbing the small hill to the house. Ryan meets her halfway and is appalled when he hears of her plans.

“Nope, I don’t think so. You’re not leaving me alone to be the ultimate third wheel!”

He has her off the ground and over his shoulder in a millisecond, jogging lightly to catch up with the rest of the group. Magdalene’s laugh bounces off the tree lined shore, and she’s too busy having fun shrieking at Ryan to complain about being forced to spend all day on a boat away from her book. Tyson peels away from the dock before she can regret tagging along, and Bette tugs Magdalene to the bow.

The two girls chat quietly, giggling and sipping on the mimosas they made earlier. Magdalene isn’t a huge day drinker, but Bette makes sure there’s more orange juice than champagne to make her feel less guilty. Livy joins them a while later after becoming sick of the boys and their shenanigans. It’s nice to hang out with a group of girls that aren’t competing for the top spot in a class, Magdalene decides, and she revels in the stories they tell of going to hockey games and babysitting the children of players so they can catch a break. Twinges of jealousy creep up at the wonderful family dynamic the Avalanche seem to have, but she stomachs them. She reminds herself that other people deserve to have support systems and excuses herself from the conversation.

Magdalene slides into the free space beside Ryan, and without thinking he wraps an arm around her shoulder. It feels so natural that she wonders if it’s how he greets all his friends, but the looks of shock and Tyson and Cale’s faces say otherwise. After a bit more cruising they find a small bay to anchor in for a while. The sun had climbed to the middle of the sky and is unbearably warm, leaving everyone no choice but to jump into the water to cool off. Magdalene does her best to float peacefully a short distance away from the group but is somehow brought into a splashing war because the teams aren’t equal.

Eventually the constant barrage of water chills her to the bone, and Magdalene swims back to the boat. She watches from the sidelines and cheers for her old teammates with a towel wrapped snugly around her. Ryan breaks from the group too, insisting it isn’t fair to have teams on unequal strength. Once dry, he picks up the baseball cap he brought and places it delicately on Magdalene’s head.

“Your cheeks are starting to go pink and I don’t want you to burn,” he explains, passing her a bottle of sunscreen as well.

“Thanks Ry.”

They muse about the idyllic beauty of the scene in front of them until everyone rejoins them. For reasons unbeknownst to Magdalene Tyson is in a rush to get back to the house, which leads to him driving very fast and a little erratically. The contents of her stomach threaten to come up but she holds them down, tightening her grip on the leather seat. A wave crests and Tyson hits it head on, causing the boat to lurch and rock. Magdalene knows it’s going to happen before it does and leans over the side to save a mess from being created. All the alcohol and food she’d consumed throughout the day is no longer in her body, and heat creeps up the back of her neck. She’s embarrassed – what twenty-five year old gets sea sick?

“Are you okay?” Ryan asked, not bothering to hide the concern in his voice.

She tries to smile but it comes out more like a grimace. “I just, uh, get motion sick really easily.” Bette passes her a water bottle and she drinks it quickly, eager to get the taste out of her mouth.

Ryan lets Magdalene curl into his side the rest of the way home, and rubs comforting circles on her back to ease her discomfort, doing his best to ignore the stares from his friends.

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The trip comes to an end much more quickly than Magdalene would have liked. Tomorrow morning they’ll pack up and drive back to Denver, returning to their normal hectic schedules. Cale and Livy are heading back to Alberta for the rest of the summer, and Bette and Tyson will be going for a visit as well. She’s heard Ryan mention going home in passing, which most likely means he doesn’t have plans to stay. Magdalene will be all alone in Colorado, but she’s used to it. The only issue being friends with professional athletes is that they leave. She’s been dealing with the loss since Bette and Tyson got together years ago – having them around as her support system most of the year and then them disappearing for a couple of months.

Not wanting to think about how soon she’ll be alone, Magdalene heads outside and starts a campfire. It’s a skill she picked up as a kid and it has come in handy over the years. The newspaper crinkles under the flame from the lighter, and soon the kindling is burning well. Everyone else is still inside, cleaning up from dinner and preparing for one last night in paradise. She places a few blocks of wood in the fire pit once there’s a good enough flame and curls up in a chair, lost in thought about what comes next. There’s rustling from somewhere behind her but she pays it no mind, assuming it’s a small animal wandering through the forest.

“Can I offer you some company?” a voice says softly, waiting for a response. The movement wasn’t a raccoon but in fact Ryan, and Magdalene gestures at the chair beside her with a smile.

He passes her a glass of white wine, which she takes with an appreciative hum. They sit in silence for a moment, admiring the beauty of the setting sun. “I’m going to miss it,” Ryan sighs, leaning back in his chair and extending his legs.

She nods. “Me too. It’s so quiet up here. Denver gets too loud sometimes.”

“Tell me about it. I’m not just going to miss the lake though, it’s also lounging around and not having to worry about hockey. And you.”

The ending comes out rushed, and Magdalene isn’t sure she heard him correctly. “Me?”

Ryan looks at her like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes you. Why wouldn’t I? You’re funny, smart, and catch all of my West Wing references. There’s no one who gets me quite like you, even back home.”

It takes her by surprise. They’ve only known each other for a few months, and only really started associating after the party at Bette and Tyson’s. There has to be somebody who knows him better than she does. When she voices her opinion Ryan just scoffs, saying that people treat him as one-dimensional because he plays hockey. Somehow the conversation shifts to Magdalene, and when she lets it slip she gets lonely in Denver without her friends, Ryan asks the question she’s been dreading.

“So why don’t you get a boyfriend?”

“I can’t just get a boyfriend because my friends are gone,” she laughs, but there’s an edge to it, like she’s unsure of where this will go and how to question the follow ups.

He rolls his eyes. “I know that, but like, I don’t know, wouldn’t it be nice to not be alone all the time?”

It would be, Magdalene thinks, but she just shrugs. “I guess I’m not looking for a relationship right now. I just finished school and for the first time in a long time I can focus on myself.” She leaves out the part where Ryan gives her butterflies and that if he asked she’d probably jump headfirst into a relationship with him.

The topic is dropped then because Tyson comes out of the house screaming about the night is going to be wild because it’s their last together for a while. Magdalene and Ryan share a look of mild panic, but both of them are itching to have fun with friends so they raise their glasses in salute before finishing them in one gulp.

Magdalene drinks more than she should and wakes in the morning with a killer hangover. It seems that no one else is better off though, all stumbling around looking for Advil and coffee like it’s going to be their last meal. Packing up takes a bit longer than expected, but they’re still out before the official checkout time. There’s a bit of discourse on who Magdalene will travel home with. Bette wants her in Tyson’s car, no doubt to talk about how close her and Ryan seem to be, but Cale offers to bring her with them. His reasoning is that Ryan is driving him and Livy directly to the airport, and having the front seat could be good for her motion sickness. It’s ultimately Magdalene’s choice and the idea of having more time with Ryan before he leaves is too enticing to pass up. She bids her other friends goodbye, promising to come over for dinner before they fly out, and climbs into the cab of Cale’s truck.

Once again she’s a less than ideal passenger, but this time it’s because she sleeps the entire way back to Denver. The drinking took it out of her and coupled with the queasiness in her stomach from the winding roads sleep is the only thing that makes sense. So much for extra time with Ryan she thinks as she wakes up in the airport parking lot.

“Sleeping beauty has risen!” Ryan chuckles, “Why don’t you get out and stretch your legs for a sec? We have the parking spot for another fifteen minutes.”

Magdalene does as suggested because truthfully her joints are a little stiff, and finds Cale and Livy grabbing their bags from the back. She hugs them goodbye and wishes them safe travels, which Cale returns with a warning not to get into too much trouble before heading for the entrance. Once both of them are safely inside the confines of the airport, Ryan and Magdalene get back in the vehicle and finish the last leg of the trip.

She directs Ryan to her apartment complex, and he mentions that he’s never been in this area of the city. “That’s because you have no need to be around a bunch of university kids,” she laughs. Once they pull into the parking lot, he offers to help her take up her bag. It’s only a small suitcase Magdalene could definitely handle herself, but she wants him to come up, to prolong her time with him.

Magdalene’s keys jingle in the lock as the door opens. Ryan follows her in and shuts the door carefully, not wanting to disrupt the aura of peace that permeates the space. From what he can tell, the average size apartment is the perfect reflection of Magdalene – packed full of books and plants and feels very put together despite the owner being only twenty-five. After their shoes find a home on the boot rack and the coats they brought for the drive home are hung in the closet she leads Ryan into the living room. There’s a soft purring by his feet, and Ryan looks down to see an animal. He never pegged Magdalene as someone to keep pets.

“Who’s this?” he asks, bending down to pet the small white cat.

“That’s Caligula.”

A puzzled look graces Ryan’s features. “Who?”

“Caligula,” Madalene giggles. “You can call him little boots if you’d like. He’ll respond.” She picks up the animal when it comes to her and scratches gently behind its ear.

“Why would you name your cat something dumb like Caligula, and why does it respond to little boots?”

It’s then the woman realizes that not everyone understands the reference. “Caligula was the third emperor of Rome,” she explains, “But his real name was Gaius. He gained the nickname Caligula as a child and it just stuck. It translates to little boots in Latin.”

Ryan is in awe of Magdalene for what feels like the millionth time. Of course someone as smart as her would have a crazy name for a pet and have the knowledge to back it up. He feels his chest tighten with affection but he wills it away. She isn’t looking for anything right now, he reminds himself. Magdalene’s self-professed inability to reciprocate his feelings is frustrating, but Ryan knows he’d wait forever for her.

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summonerscenarios · 4 years

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May I have a comfort fic for Diasuke post chapter 10?

ALL ABOARD THE DAISUKE PAIN TRAIN- a healthy dose of angst amongst the fluff and smut lmao. I do hope that this is okay hun I’m still getting the hang of writing angsty stuff~

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The darkness of the night seeps into every hallway and room in the building, and the silence that comes along with it leaves you uneasy as you traverse it’s empty corridors. Guided only by the minimal light provided by your phone, you try to find solace in the moment that you have alone.

You should have been in bed right now - you’re exhausted both mentally and physically and more than ready for some rest, but sleep doesn’t come easily. Just the thought of tossing and turning in your bed for hours until you finally crash makes your very skin crawl; so you turn to wandering outside of your quarters, more than willing to choose the darkened halls over being left in your room with your thoughts.

Scanning your light over the rooms as you pass, you try to make out where you are on the floor. Most of the rooms are bedrooms, where you’re sure all your friends are inside, equally as restless as you are in light of everything that’s happened. You can’t blame them - the recent events are weighing heavy on everyone’s mind, that much you’re sure of, and being in an unfamiliar place away from their dorms and schools does little to ease the worries. If anything it serves as a reminder to how serious things are getting - like the reality of something bigger than all of you is bearing down, and you honestly have any idea of how long things will last before everything is crushed beneath its weight-

You shake away the thought with a grimace as soon as it crosses your mind. Thinking about it isn’t going to make it any easier, so you opt to focus on the room numbers as you pass, wracking your brain to remember who’s behind each door as you walk. You know where the Summoners are - Ryota had insisted on them all bunking in the same room, phrasing it as a sleepover but you have a sneaking suspicion that it’s more to reassure the boy that they’re all safe and okay. Moritaka and you were the only two who’d declined the offer, and you’re sure that the therian is on one of the higher floors, perhaps doing rounds across the building to make sure that it’s truly safe to spend the night in. The others however had dispersed before you’d had the chance to see where they were all going, so you have no idea who’s decided to pick a room for the night and who’s moved on to somewhere else.

That thought makes you uneasy, so you find yourself conscious of the things that you can see and hear as you shuffle through the hallway. It’s quiet, but not eerily so, and yet you still find yourself on edge while you wander…

You find out why that is when you finally hear something, and the sound immediately makes you freeze. It’s a voice, you know that much, but you can’t make anything out besides that; it’s coming from further down the hall, and you find yourself dragging your feet as you approach, the tension building up in your shoulders as you try to gauge where it’s coming from. Eventually, you come to a slow stop at one of the bedrooms, and as you flash your camera light over the door you hear that same noise again, clearer, but still too muffled to make anything out.

You reach out for the doorknob, then pause, fingers hovering just above the handle as you continue to listen. Perhaps it's the apprehension that’s making you pause, or the worry about what you’ll find on the other side - you don’t know either way - but when a moment passes and nothing happens you take a deep breath, steel yourself, and grab for the handle.

The door opens easily, and you’re surprised to find that it isn’t locked, but in the darkness of the room the only thing you can make out amongst the shadows is something shifting by the bunk propped up in the far corner. Your phone light is dim as you bring it up but it does the job, illuminating the figure hunched over at the edge of the bed and you recognize who it is right away.

Daisuke looks defeated, perched on the end of his bed and facing away from you; he’s clutching something in his hands and you realize it’s his mask as he twists it up in his hands tight enough that you can see his knuckles turning white. The moment your light shines over him, Daisuke jumps, head snapping up to look over at you, and as you catch sight of his face you realize what you’d heard from the other side of the door. He’s been crying, tears still visible in the corners of his eyes as he looks up at you and you feel your chest tighten when you notice the dried tear streaks marring the skin of his cheeks.

As soon as he recognizes you, Daisuke immediately spins around to face away from you, fumbling with shaking fingers to put his mask back on like you haven’t already seen his face. His voice trembles and there’s a noticeable hoarseness as he tries to speak loud enough for you to hear.

“A-Ah, my soul brother! I-I didn’t see you there! Tell me, di-d something h-happen-?”

A hand on his shoulder makes Daisuke freeze. He tilts his head just enough to look over his shoulder, mask only pulled halfway over one side of his face as he gives you a wide, doe-eyed stare - for a split second he looks absolutely terrified, as though scared to even look back at you, but you recognize the emotions that you see behind them all too well.

Pain; he’s hurting. You don’t say anything, you don’t need to - instead, you give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, expression soft as you so in the hope that your actions reflect what you want him to know.

You’re here for him - he’s not alone.

Daisuke flinches beneath your touch, and you watch him shudder for a beat before his expression finally breaks from that smile he’s trying so hard to force. His lip trembles, choking on unspoken words, and you catch more tears welling up in his eyes before he finally twists around to face you; and in the next moment he’s got his hands wrapped up in your shirt, tugging you close as he presses his face to your shoulder and lets out a gut wrenching sob.

The sounds twists something within your chest and you don’t hesitate to bring your arms to wrap around him, pulling him into your side as you start rubbing slow circles against his back, hoping that even such a small action helps him. You aren’t sure what to say, or where to even begin, but you already know too well what’s plaguing him. With war breaking out all around on top of an onslaught of memories from previous loops there’s enough pressure for anyone to buckle; you can’t even imagine what he saw, as with everything going on you’ve never had the chance to bring it up with him. But seeing Daisuke breaking down in your arms now, you feel guilty for not confronting him sooner - how long has he been dealing with this all on his own?

“Don’t worry, I’m right here. It’s okay.” your voice is soothing and as soft as you can make it, rubbing his back gently.

In response, Daisuke only whimpers, burying his face further against your shoulder as he chokes out his words.

“How can I-w-when they all...when I...when I k...nngh!”

Daisuke’s words are cut off by another broken sob, sniffling pitifully as he fights back his tears to keep speaking. “Why did I do it? How could I do that to-to my friends?”

He’s almost begging for answers that he knows he can’t get, pulling his head away from your shoulder as he pleads with himself and looks up at you, eyes red and puffy from crying. When a beat passes with no answer he keeps going, snivelling as he weeps.

“To Gunzo, a-and Nomad, and-” you watch his entire body tense and shake, his voice reduced to a croaky whisper as he adds “And...You too - It happened to you too...”

As though realizing the gravity of his words, Daisuke immediately makes a move to rear back, pulling away from you with a mounting fear as though just touching you is going to cause it to happen all over again. However before you can pull away you take him by the shoulders and stop him in his tracks, settling him with a serious expression.

“Daisuke.”

At the sound of his real name he blanks, and you watch the surprise flash across his face. “W-What did you-?”

“Daisuke.” Your voice is firmer this time, and like it’s a command he freezes up, growing quiet when you continue to talk.

“I can’t begin to imagine what remembering those past loops was like - all of the hurt that you’ve suffered through.” Your hands squeeze his shoulders as you straighten up and square him with a determined look, words nothing but honest as you declare them aloud.

“But that’s not you. Not now. The things that happened back then don’t define the person that you are this time around - the only Daisuke that exists is the one sitting in front of me now, and I’m so, so proud of how far you’ve come.”

You can see the doubt on his face. His squirms awkwardly beneath the intensity of your gaze and avoids eye contact, trying to look everywhere but at you, but you aren’t deterred in the slightest, if anything it spurs you on.

“And things are different this time - we’re all working together, right? It’s not going to be easy, but we're all gonna do it together. That’s what heroes do, yeah?”

Daisuke finds himself nodding before he can stop himself, glancing at your face from the corner of his eye. When he sees your expression, stern yet earnest, he finds himself unable to look away; upon realizing you’ve caught his attention your face visibly softens into something sympathetic, almost understanding.

“Don’t give up on yourself yet Daisuke.” you mutter, voice taking a tender tone as you squeeze his shoulders again. “We’re gonna help our friends and save everyone. Together.”

That last word does him in. Hesitantly, Daisuke brings a hand up to cover one of the hands that’s clutching his shoulder; when you don’t immediately pull away from him, he squeezes it gently and cracks a smile. It’s small, and cut short when he bites his lip to will away the tears that are already starting to re-emerge in the corner of his eyes, but it has relief swelling up in your chest at the sight.

“Y-yeah, together…” he repeats your words, and you sincerely hope that he believes them as he squeezes your hand again and finally fully turns to face you again.

You flash him an encouraging smile when he turns, and after a moment you move your hands away from his shoulder to cup his cheeks. They’re still wet from tears, but they’re drying quickly beneath your fingers as you smudge the marks they’ve left behind and wipe his tears away.

Daisuke freezes for a moment but then visibly softens, shoulder sagging as his eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the feeling of your hands touching his face. You find yourself smiling at the sight, a bittersweet feeling welling behind it and you lean closer, voice turning to a whisper loud enough for only him to hear.

“You’re more than your past. And I can’t wait to see the trails you’ll blaze in your future.”

You’re not naive enough to believe that words are enough to ward these thoughts away, but for now, for tonight, it’s enough to ease his fears. And in the darkness of his room you continue to comfort the wrestler, willing to stay right by his side for as long as he needs as he presses his face to your hands with another choked whimper.

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Do It For Me

Request: “STEVE SMUT STEVE SMUT” + “sTevE smUt SteVe sMut” - Anon. Summary: Steve insists you would have despised his “King Steve” persona, but you’re insistent on wanting to see how the King’s famed bed-time activities really played out. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader An: Lmao, thanks anon. First time writing sin, so I tried to make the beginning make up for the second half if it’s not up to anyone’s smut standards. This was fun though!

“Bye bye Duuusty! Have fun!” With your head stuck out the window, you pucker your lips and Steve starts cracking up, leaning out his side and doing the same. “We’ll keep an ear out on Suzie for you!”

Dustin stomps onto Will’s porch, his backpack in hand among other things he’s slung over his shoulder to take to the Byers’. You and Steve are hooting and hollering, then sit back in your seats when Dustin is through the door. You can see his shadow, see his friends walking around in there, but admittedly for a moment forget about the open door as you and Steve lean close and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Mmmm,” you hum, “young love.”

Steve chuckles. “Tell me about it. That kid is certainly something’…” he clears his throat and sits back in his seat, an elbow leaning out the window and his hand on the wheel. “I would not be able to do a long distance sitch, I can tell you that.”

You frown. “Really, not even for me?” Though you tease. Steve rolls his eyes and chuckles, but you save him having to fumble with an explanation when you wiggle your brows and say “And why is that, Harrington?”

Steve looks around for a minute, blush on his cheeks. “I mean…? Because.”

“HEY!” There’s a thud at your window, and you look to see Dustin with his hands on the door. You stop leaning over the center console and look at Dustin with wide eyes. Of course, nothing was happening (thank God) but you’re still heating up and embarrassed to your core. You manage to chuckle and drop your face in your hand. “Better not do any of that, what I just saw there, with my sister, Harrington!”

Steve scoffs. “Do what? Sit close and barely kiss — kid your mom’s done worse in her lifetime than we have, okay?” You almost choke, but this time you lean toward Dustin and you two give Steve absolute shock at that…burn? That gross, gross (but true) burn.

Anyway, “Yeah chill out Dusty, we’ll keep it PG-13.” You reach through the window and manage to tickle his stomach. After a boisterous giggle, he jumps back and glares, holding his fingers to his eyes then swiping them back to point at you before he rounds the car and pulls his bike from the trunk. You rest your elbow on the window ceil, twirl your finger through your hair, and give Dustin one last little wave. “See?” You shout as he sets his bike by Will’s porch, ready to go inside for the final time. “Everything will be fine!”

You’re tearing clothes off the second you get home.

“Hey hey hey!” You giggle and have to hold Steve by the shoulders to keep him standing up. His pants are halfway down his leg and you swore he was just about to fall on his face as he tried hopping out of his jeans. “Not yet, Steve, not yet!”

He scoffs but gets his footing, kicking them off the rest of the way and leaning forward to pluck them up in a quick second. He looks like a gentleman with his jacket folded over his arm. Only the ‘jacket’ is his jeans and he’s standing in the middle of your vacant living room in boxer-briefs that you’d say are tastefully tight.

You tease “My my Harrington, look what you’ve got,” through your teeth, and Steve jumps back all embarrassed and giddy when you cup him.

“Hey, hey! What did you just say? Not, yet.” He says through his teeth, unable to keep on the demeanor and letting a smile slip through. He pulls his pants from his arm and you yelp, skipping back and hurrying to your room as he tosses them at you.

Despite being half-nude in your living room, he really is a gentleman, picking up his jeans and balling them up again before dropping them the second he makes it to your room.

You peck him on the lips as you slip back out into the hallway.

You make sure Dustin’s room is empty, your mom’s room is empty, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room is empty…You even head into the basement, getting only a few steps down before opting to just bend forward and squint hoping you’ll see anything (if there is anything) that way instead of having to fully descend down them. You come back upstairs, make sure every door and most window leading to the outside is locked…and then you hop right back into your room.

Steve’s standing in front of your bed with his back to the door. He still has his briefs on. He turns slowly, hands on his hips, and a sly smile on his face. Though his brows quirk as though he wasn’t expecting you.

“Why, hello, my lady,” he says, dropping his hands and wrapping them loose around yours when you’re close. “My my, what do we have here? Hmm?” You stare at him and his adorable self in awe, chewing your cheek and hardly noticing him very slowly tug up your shirt by the rim while he goes through the effort of trying to create commentary. “Ah, and right here we see the seam is very crisp, very strong. That’s always a good thing, especially in catalogs. Hmm, but let’s see what it looks like off, shall we?” You lift your arms while he pulls your top off of you, and then he grabs the shirt by its shoulders and shakes it out, holding it off to the side and looking at it against the light. “Mm, wow. Lovely colors, really quite poignant in sunlight, seems to perform in different lighting pretty well.”

This is cute.

But you grab the shirt and toss it to the side.

Steve goes quiet, his jaw slack and betrayal in his eyes. He hisses and goes “Ouch.” Before adding this sense of poise to his voice. “Ma’am,” he starts, “you’re a great audience member, I love you — but this is my show and I would appreciate if you didn’t do that and knock it off, okay? We have a lot of items from the catalog to get through with today and —“ you roll your eyes and step forward, putting your hands to his chest and pushing him onto your bed. He goes, “Hey, hey!” And snaps his fingers over your head, pointing dramatically and shouting, “Security! Security!”

You scoff and when you take your hands off him for a second to stand back and just look at this man, he scoots farther up on the bed, only his feet hanging off as he keeps the jig up.

“Oh my God, were you this much of a dork when you were ‘King Steve’?”

You crawl up and sit in his lap.

“Hey, we promised we would never talk about that.” Ah yes…memories of King Steve were off limits…But—

“Oh come on…” You whine, running your finger along his chest. “King Steve is like,” you roll your eyes at the ceiling, “what high school me fantasized about.”

“Wait a minute.” Steve sits up. “You had a crush on me?”

You hiss “Yessss,” and lean into Steve’s neck. You peck him and nibble at his skin, enjoying it for a moment before he grabs your shoulders and holds you up and away from him. You whine, pouting.

“Y/n, are you serious?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”

Steve huffs. “Well I mean, I don’t know why you did. I was a total asshole Y/n, you know that.”

“Well yeah, but…? Your whole macho man, King Steve attitude was like…” you chuckle, “Hot?”

Steve chokes on his breath. “Wow, you have terrible taste in men.”

And you slap his chest. “Hey! No I do not!”

“I mean,” He takes a breath and starts shaking his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly, “I’m flattered you had taste in me but I’m frankly appalled. C’mon Y/n, King Steve? King Steve?” He grabs your wrists to pull you even closer.

And while you squirm, whining “Stooooop!” and trying (Barely) to get off his lap, you start to laugh.

And Steve does too but manages to quiet himself to say in a lecturing tone, “Y/n, King Steve didn’t deserve you. He didn’t then, and he wouldn't now.”

“Well I know but I just,” you groan, “think about the dominance sometimes!”

“Dominance?”

“Yes!” You scream ‘See, now you’re getting it!’ In your head and shake your wrist and therefore his hands about. “I love this Scoops Ahoy era Steve and I’m sure King Steve would have driven me crazy but like…are you telling me King Steve didn’t take his girls for a ride?” Before he can interject, you put a finger to his lips, his hands still around your wrists. “Not saying Scoops Ahoy Steve can’t take me for a ride cause he does, literally, but I mean is it so bad to wonder what a snooty popular boy would be like?” You lower your voice, “And I’ve heard some stories so I know you weren’t just self-serving and I mean come on, back then generous King Steve was a rarity.”

Steve sighs and lets go of your wrists. He leans back, resting on his arms, and after a moment he reaches and strokes your hair, tucking some behind your ear despite being unneeded.

“You really wanna see what King Steve was like?”

You clap your hands together and nod rapidly.

He groans “Fiiiinneee!” And with one swoop he’s gotten himself between your legs and you on your back? It is certainly a case of whiplash but you’re just chuckling (almost madly) now, holding yourself up on your elbows and trying to get your equilibrium back. “Is this really what you want? You want me to bring the spirit of King Steve back?”

You nod.

He rolls his eyes with a smirk and without looking he goes to reach a hand down your front, using some force to get it past the rim of your jeans.

“Nuh-uh,” you sit up, pulling his hand out before he even really got anywhere, “I want the whole show, Steve.”

“The whole show?”

“Yes! I want the whole show.” You crawl over his lap and tumble onto the floor (a quite common occurrence you and Steve tend to laugh about). Then you get to your shirt, slip it back on, and finally stand as you pluck Steve’s shirt and pants off the ground.

“Y/n…”

You toss his clothes to him, and he begrudgingly puts everything back on….he even puts his shoes back on. The dedication.

“Do it for me? Please?”

He glares softly while standing and trying to put his damn shoe on. He has to stop to really focus, grunting and scolding his stubbornness. It wouldn’t be this hard right now if he had stopped to untie his laces the first time around but he was in such a hurry then he basically slammed his foot against the ground trying to fling his sneaker off.

He even tucks his shirt back into his jeans and swoops down to grab the glasses that were tucked into his collar. He slips them back into place and you’re giggling in the corner with your hands over your mouth. Steve does a twirl in the doorway to see if you’re satisfied, and once you nod he drags his feet back to the front door. He even steps outside and leans in the doorway. He almost has a heart attack when you close the door thinking this was all just some elaborate rouse to get him out, but with a hesitant knock (in a set of three) you swing the door open again and gasp, tucking hair behind your ear.

“Oh! Hey Steve!”

He goes for an inside joke but recalls King Steve would not be such a dork. Then he shoves a hand in his pocket and snaps his fingers into a point at you. “Uh, you got the things, to study, right?”

After a moment, you nod.

“Great, great!” And he steps inside. He looks over to the living room and goes “Oh hey, hows it going Mrs. Henderson? Oh me? I’m doing alright uh, y’know. Actually, Mrs. Henderson, were you at the game Saturday night? You weren't?” Steve clicks his tongue and snaps his fingers. “Ah shoot, that’s a bummer. You know, I would have loved to see you. No, really! You’re an amazing woman, you’re lovely. Ah, anyways — just here to study with your daughter if that’s alright? It is, perfect!”

His eyes dart from you to the lounge chair, and he wiggles his brows at you before putting on a straight face as though the imaginary mother he just had a conversation with is now looking at you. He puts his hand to his forehead and gives ‘her’ a little salute, his eyes following her body. He stops when she presumably walks into the kitchen and behind a wall. And once she’s ‘out of sight’ he walks backward down your hallway.

“Hmm, Y/n? How was that one for size?”

You close your eyes and shake your head, following him. “King Steve screwing girls while their parents were home was such a common occurrence you had to include it as apart of the full experience?”

Steve smirks. He stops as soon as he gets to your door and raises his chin. “Uh, no thank you! We won’t be needing any snacks Mrs. Harrington, I think we’ll do just fine.” He ‘waits’ a moment, pretends he hears nothing, then winks at you.

He opens the door and steps in after you. And the second he closes it your back is against the wood and his arms are wrapped around you. His lips are on yours and to your surprise, they’re moving so slowly, so purposely. Your tense arms relax and rest against his chest, enjoying the closeness, the passion. You grab at his shirt, gently tug, and he steps closer in response, pressing himself into you.

“Oh wow,” you murmur against his lips.

His kisses have always been so quick and so sweet. They’ve been passionate but they’ve had speed, though they haven’t been hurried. They were kisses you could appreciate and embrace, but this is something else.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he stops, bringing his lips to your neck instead. He chuckles into your skin, “Not what you were expecting, is it?”

“No…not exactly.” You lean back. “Are you sure this is specifically King Steve or have you just never shown this side of you before?”

“Mmm,” he kisses you again, “please save all questions for the end of the ride.”

“Too cheesy.”

He leans back. “Was it?” And you nod. “Eh, oh well. Now…are you ready to take a ride on King Steve?”

You cackle, laughing in his face and desperately trying to stop. You bite your lip so hard you swear you might draw blood and eventually you give up, throwing your head back and bumping it against the door while Steve manages to keep a straight face…barely.

He looks away and shakes his head a bit before grunting, “That’s a yes,” and picking you up suddenly. You yelp and cling to him as he puts you down on the bed, standing between your legs and looking down at you with a look in his eyes much more serious than the ones he typically shows.

He leans over you with one hand going down between you to unbutton his jeans, and the other sliding under your back to support you. He kisses you again, just as slow and sensual as the last one. You hear his jeans rustle against the bed sheets as he kicks his jeans down. He chuckles into your mouth at the way he moves his legs to get off his shoes and unstick his jeans from his ankles.

And after that he goes for your jeans, unbuttoning with one hand and teasingly wrapping his fingers around the rim as he lifts himself up to the mattress before finally pulling them down for you. You pull your legs up, knees pointed to the sky, and with his help get them off. He chucks them off to the side before laying over you again, your legs wrapping around his back and maintaining their position as you carefully guide yourselves back to the pillows.

“Mm, babe or baby?” He asks.

“Huh?”

“You want me to call you babe?” He kisses your neck, “or baby?” You Ooo at that. “Babe?” He asks, and you nod rapidly. He chuckles and goes back to your neck. He nips at it and chuckles when you jump upon feeling him rolling his hips into yours. “Fuck babe, look at you…already gettin’ me hard.”

You gasp at the dirty talk (usually you make fun of each other and fuck around in dialogue) and he buries his face in the pillows behind you to keep himself from laughing.

He sits up again, and with your back supported by the pillows, he’s comfortable enough sliding one hand down between your legs, and using the other to tug your shirt off. You help him as best as you can before pulling at his shirt. He stops for a moment (to your disappointment, as you whine feeling the weight of his fingers gone) to take his shirt off and he appropriately chucks it in the designated corner of your room for discarded garments.

And then for the good part…

He sits up, breathing heavily (already) and smirking at you as he looks over your body. He bites his lip and wiggles his brows, the both of you stripped almost as far as you can be.

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” He says through his teeth as he grabs your underwear and lifts them up off your legs. He smiles, all giddy and sticking his hand into his briefs to ready himself as he leans forward again, kissing your cheek and jaw. He pulls his briefs as far as he can manage before opting to kick them off, finding success and showing you he’s found it by running himself along your folds.

But before he teases you too much, he freezes and looks around for a moment. His pants are across the room, but then he notices your drawer and with a stretch, he opens it and pulls out a condom (with some blind digging underneath everything else which you put in to avoid being discovered by any nosy family).

He bites his lip and gives a smug smile as he rips open the package with his teeth (carefully, but fittingly) and slides it on.

Then he’s back between your legs sliding himself against you.

“You ready for me?” He whispers in your ear.

And you close your eyes and groan, “Hurry up Harrington,” pulling his hair and making him look you in the eye as you spit out his name.

“Oooh, getting antsy now?” You feel him at your entrance, and your hips jut up eagerly. He raises his brows at you, almost mocking or reprimanding you with his look.

He leans down low, mumbles, “What do we say when we want something?” Into your ear, and strokes himself.

Groaning you say “Please.”

He smirks and pushes into you, the both of you losing your breath as he fills you. You bite your lip and close your eyes, your head pressing deep into the pillow. You moan softly as he begins to thrust into you. It’s painful in your psyche, painful how slow, how agonizingly slow he’s going compared to your usual escapades; which are faster and slicker and he isn’t so much of a tease.

Usually takes longer too with him having to repeatedly put you back in the mood following all of his jokes and ironic ramblings.

Still, you like it.

He goes “Damn Y/n, so tight for me,” and he clicks his tongue in a disapproving manner.

“Fuck,” you breath, “you better hurry up Steve.”

He chuckles, and for just a moment he thrusts his hips forward harshly. “Awe, but we’re just getting started.” He thrusts hard again, holding your hips for leverage and letting himself sit in you as he watches for your reaction. He enjoys the way your lips part and he enjoys the anger in your eyes at him being such a tease.

He leans forward and to keep you from lecturing him into hurrying, he kisses you, lips moving faster and less orderly this time around but it still keeps your mouth shut.

He rolls his hips, thrusting steadily and finding his rhythm. He moans into your mouth, chuckling as you repeat him. “Good God you’re squeezing the shit out of me Y/n.” He grabs the back of your head and guides your chin to his shoulder. You rest your head there and wrap your arms around his neck as he arches his back and actually thrusts faster.

You grip his hair again and hold tight as you moan into his skin. He stops just to lean back and grunt against your lips, “If you want this to last longer I’m gonna need you to not pull my hair, okay babe?”

Your eyes go wide and you almost start laughing.

But he grabs your chin and puts his forehead to yours. “O-kay?”

You bite your lip before humming “Mhmm,” and with a gentle kiss, Steve pushes your head back into place and fucks you again.

His hips rock harder and you both let out little gasps. You close your eyes and he does the same, hooking his chin around your shoulder and taking a hand from your hip to hold onto your back.

Steve pushes his legs out to spread you farther, allowing him to get deeper in you. You let out a strangled moan, and Steve smiles mischievously. He fucks you faster, deeper than he’s been, and he takes his other hand from your hip once you lock your ankles together around his back so he can toy with your clit. He chuckles as your body trembles against his and he groans “You feel so good,” in your ear.

“No you,” you tease, smiling expectantly hoping you’ve made him break. But he shakes his head and keeps his movement steady.

You curse “Dammit” at your failure before letting out a string of high-pitched moans. You cry out, “Fuck, Steve.”

And he insists “Hold on,” as he bucks harder, trying to get you there.

Your whimpering, the bed squeaking, and Steve’s grunting fill the room. Steve sits up some more and focuses his sight on you and the area between you, rubbing you in circles as he bites his lip, determined to help you. You get up on your elbows and watch for a moment before grabbing the back of his head and pulling his lips to yours.

And that’s enough to push him over the edge, his thrusts becoming jittery and staggered as he pulses inside you and cums. He’s surprised at himself, pushing against you to try and pull away and go back to helping you before he has the honor to fully finish.

But his heavy breathing and the way he moves inside you in the peak of his own pleasure is helpful enough, as that hot feeling in your abdomen grows too hot to bare and it bursts. You get even tighter around him and you feel the on-off sensation as you roll your hips instinctively and Steve’s thrusts finally start slowing.

You gasp for breath, separating from the kiss and letting Steve’s head fall to your chest. You kiss the top of his head and run your fingers through your hair, still dealing with the waves of strange pleasure his weight on your abdomen has on your body.

“Whaddya think?” He asks, sitting up though still inside of you.

You wince playfully and run your hand through your hair, unsticking strands from your face. “I could go for some more dialogue.”

Steve hums and nods, agreeing. “Yeah well, usually they’re screaming, so.” He clicks his tongue and tilts his head.

You blink. Then as you cackle and pull your legs out from under him.

“Hey, hey! I’m serious! Y/n, Y/n?!” He tries to get his words through to you, but you just can’t stop laughing, rolling on your side and hugging your stomach.

“Okay, okay, laugh all you want.” Steve sits up and holds his hands up in defense. He bites his lip and slaps his hand down on his thighs, looking around the room and thinking to go and get your clothes from the corner of the room. But when you accidentally kick at him in your laughing fit, he goes “Oh yeah? You think it’s funny?!” And he proceeds to tickle you, kneeling by your side for easier coverage. He tickles you and smiles wide as you scream, laugh, and cry all at the same time.

“Yeah that’s right, now you’re screaming! Now you’re screaming!”

“Y/N?” You and Steve freeze, the familiar voice of your damned little brother coming clear. You kick Steve off of you and he falls right off the bed and thuds like a son-of-a-bitch.

You crawl over to the edge of the bed and mouth ‘OH MY GOD’ at him as he tries to get his balance. He’s rubbing his head and sitting with his junk displayed (not like you’d care) and you’re waving him off in the direction of the corner he threw all of your clothes into.

He does a double take before stumbling to his feet and nearly skidding his knees against your carpet in his effort to get over there. You get off the bed and just as a precaution you lock the door, then roll your wrist for Steve to ‘hurry up’ and get dressed.

He mouths ‘I’M TRYING!’

He tries. He really does. He tries getting his boxer-briefs on and tries hopping on one foot without making a horrid thump every time he lands. He gets them on then does a frantic twirl, mouthing ‘WHERE’S MY PANTS?’

And course you can only shout in a hushed whisper “I don’t know!”

Steve gives a look of warning for actually speaking. He jumps over your bed, finding some items of clothing on the floor and fishing through them before coming up with a casual-enough outfit. You do the same, hopping lightly to get your pants on while making sure that any stray clothes are hidden.

Steve tries to make sure that your sheets aren’t too horribly jumbled.

“Y/n? You in there?” Dustin asks, knocking on the door just as Steve gets his shirt on not backward.

Steve’s eyes go wide and he looks at you for answers. You nod, urging him on as you try to very silently get comfortable and most importantly casual on your bed, some random magazine issue in hand.

Steve unlocks the door and opens it to Dustin’s fist in the air ready to knock again.

Dustin’s taken back a bit, seeing Steve breathing heavily with his hair a bit messy…but there you are on the bed (a neat bed in a neat room) with your legs crossed and focus on a magazine…

“Uhhhh…?”

“Need something kid?” Steve jumps when he sees the rest of Dustin’s party come into frame. “Oh, you uh…? All? Need something?”

You look up with your lips faintly puckered and portraying a look of absolute innocence.

Dustin lowers his chin and looks between Steve and you. “Actually we just decided to hang out here, for the day….and we came to tell you…but then I heard screaming.” Dustin eyes you specifically.

You look to Steve and Steve looks back at the group as he holds onto the door frame. “Nah, no.” He shakes his head, “No screaming here.” He shrugs. “Not that we heard at least.”

Will drops his eyes to the ground.

Lucas chuckles behind his fist.

Mike looks you straight on with his cheeks red and puffed out. When Dustin’s occupied with Steve, you wiggle your brows at Mike…he gets it and almost cackles but plays it off as a horribly wet cough.

You shake your head. “Yup no uh, no screaming around here.” You look out to the window. “I mean, it could have come from outside?” You and Steve shrug together.

“O…kay.” Dustin lowers his chin to his chest. “Just checking…” He squints curiously at you two as he pushes his friends back down the hall. “C’mon you guys.” Steve steps into the hallway and waves, only closing the door once they’re completely in the living room.

Then he turns to you, a smirk on his face.

“‘It could have come from outside?’” He mimics.

You gasp and point. “It could have!”

“‘It could have!’” He mimics again, crawling onto the edge of the bed and sitting on his knees at your feet. You’re both fuming and blushing, and after a moment Steve laughs and lunges forward again, ticking at your sides and sending you into a flailing fit.

While keeping your voice hushed, you ‘scream’ as best as you can to let out the pent up energy. You’re wheezing and coughing and Steve gives you an Eskimo kiss when you’re still enough.

“Now you’re screaming! Now you’re screaming!”

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nais-nook · 4 years

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Sawyer - Pt 3

(Hey there! You may be liking/reblogging something without links to new pieces I may have written for this character, just letting you know in case you’re interested in reading more!)

Imagine writing a Sawyer part but he doesn’t show up. That’s so like Sawyer lmao. I promise he shall return. Sawyer belongs to @yandere-flower

~***~

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You get rescued, though the person who landed you in this predicament is nowhere to be found.

Pairing: Male x Female Reader.

Words: 2402.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Swearing, Violence (and Blood).

Your fingers were numb, and yet you still felt the burn in your wrist and the thousands upon thousands of pin pricks running up and down your arms. The strained muscles in your back and legs let you know you had been in this position for longer than anyone should, and despite your body begging for release, the restraints that held you wouldn’t budge. You couldn’t see anything, not with the damp strip of whatever it was wrapped tightly around your eyes.

In the darkness you could make out vague whispers - one distinctly nasally, alongside a much gruffer and scratchier voice. Whether the stale stench of cigarettes and alcohol was coming from them or not, you didn’t know. There was a scuff of boots. What you could only assume was broken glass was scraped aside along the floor, then the scrap of material was ripped off your face.

You winced, eyes watering as they adjusted to the harsh light spilling in from the ajar door. Your years of training did not help as bile began to rise in your throat, burning and bitter. The beat of your heart grew so intense it was all you could do to not focus on it.

The man crouching in front of you was tan, with greying hair and wrinkles to match.

“Where’s the white-haired Japanese prick?”

You were taken aback, expecting him to be the one that sounded like he smoked a pack a day. He was the nasally sounding one, speaking as if he had a stuffy nose.

“I - what?”

He moved in extremely close. You tried not to gag. “What, you don’t speak English, sweetheart?”

Sawyer. They were definitely talking about Sawyer. Why were you being asked about Sawyer?

“I- I’m sorry, I-”

Before you could utter another word, something metal was pressed against your temple. You were suddenly very conscious of every slight movement you made, of the air being sucked out of the room. Cold dread ran rampant in your veins.

Calm, calm, panicking won’t help you.

It was much easier thought than done.

“Where. Is. The tattooed dude. With the piercings. You know who we’re talking about.”

“Sawyer.” The lanky one standing in the doorway spoke. “Cauley.”

“Who’s that?”

Lies, lies, all lies. The smell of the room suffocated you. Rust and damp and foul. Your legs trembled, against your will.

“Listen girly,” the thing at your temple pressed harder, “don’t act stupid. We know you patched him up after he had a scrap in that alleyway.”

The man at the door sighed, picking at the glass of its shattered window. “We just need to know where he is. We’ll leave you alone after that, alright?”

Even if they were telling the truth, and they would let you go after you told them, you had nothing to tell them. Sawyer had made good on his promise to never see you again, so the fact that these people even knew you were barely associated would have been baffling. If you weren't so terrified, that was.

“I don’t know,” you answered, voice shaking despite your honesty.

“Try again.”

It was a blade pressed against you, and the bastard holding it had drawn blood. Searing pain ripped across your skin. You almost retched. You hoped and prayed at the very least the blade was clean.

Your words tumbled out, each one more frantic than the last. “I swear, I don’t. I patched him up and he left. He could be halfway across the world by now for all I know.”

“See the thing is, we have a score to settle.”

“I don’t know. I don’t understand.”

The blade travelled from your temple to your neck, its tip dragging along your skin. You leaned back as far as you could. From the glimpse you caught, the blade wasn’t rusted, but you knew that meant jack shit on whether it was actually clean.

“Someone very important died because of Sawyer.” The older man mumbled.

“W-what? Who?”

He pressed the knife right up against your carotid artery. Tears blurred your vision. “Ah, see, you’re not privy to that information.”

“I’m telling you I have no idea where he is.”

The one fiddling with the broken glass looked straight at you. “He didn’t say anything, hm? Didn’t send anything?”

He had sent you something. Flowers. But the address on that was probably fake, assuming Sawyer had some working brain cells left in that head of his.

A hand wrapped around your throat and you flew into a blind panic.

“Flowers. He sent me flowers, but I threw away the card, I don’t know where it is.”

The gangly man nodded; eyes fixed on a point you couldn’t discern. “So, he did survive after you were done with him. Interesting.”

They… thought he had died? They thought he had died. You just told them he was alive and well.

Shit, shit, shit -

“So -”

A loud thump echoed throughout the room, its source right outside the door. You didn’t want another stranger walking into the room, not when you were so close to passing out. The room tilted.

The gangly one at the door slipped what looked to be a gun from his belt (a terrible place to keep a gun, really). It did nothing to stop the person outside from barrelling in and completely knocking him out in a matter of seconds. The man who was previously holding a knife to your neck seemingly manifested a gun out of nowhere and pointed it at… Thomas?

It was Thomas.

You flinched, expecting a gunshot to tear right through Thomas’ chest. Instead the bullet that pierced the air came from the hallway and landed squarely in your captive’s shoulder. His cry was shrill in your ears, but even that couldn’t distract you from the sight that was Ambrose, her hair tied back and face ghastly as she stalked in. She landed a stomp on the man's head. He fell silent.

“Hey.” It was Thomas, fiddling with the restraints around your wrists. “You okay?”

“No,” you choked. From the corner of your eye you witnessed Ambrose drag the taller of the two unconscious men through the door and shattered glass. You could have broken down into tears right then and there. From fear and relief.

Thomas stopped for a moment, and he pressed his forehead against yours. You felt a little more at ease when he whispered, “You don’t have to be.”

Your wrists were rubbed raw and your joints cracked when you were helped up. You nearly toppled over at the sudden chorus of gunfire and yelling from below.

“Sorry about your ankles hun, but you’re going to have to run.” Ambrose frowned, head tilting towards the direction of the hallway.

“Run?”

Thomas stroked your hair back, face shrouded with sympathy. “I’d carry you, but that would just make both of us a bigger target.”

“Don’t fret, Tommy and I’ll be right next to you.”

Ambrose swivelled her foot right as someone tried to barge through the door, flipping them effortlessly into a pile of crumpled beer cans. With a swift kick of her steel toed boots the man went still. Immediately she reached for you, fingers wrapping around your upper arm and steered you down the hall. You didn’t miss how she completely avoided your damaged wrists.

It was darker. Much darker than the room you were tied in moments ago, and you had to hold onto Ambrose with your aching fingers to steady yourself. Ambrose approached the end of the hallway, the dim glow revealing a set of stairs. The fighting was deafening here. Gunshots and shouts reverberated through the narrow passage as you struggled to keep your breathing steady. Thomas, who had been padding behind, silently advanced in front of you, giving a hand signal you didn’t understand before creeping down the stairs.

“I know.” Ambrose gave your arm a little squeeze. “Just pretend you’re at some sort of intensive surgery. Nothing will happen if you do what we say, okay?”

“Okay…”

The faint light from the stairwell made Ambrose’s face look younger, softer. And then you remembered she wasn’t that much older than you to begin with. What caused her to fall into such a violent line of work, you didn’t know. Maybe if you both got out of this alive you would ask her.

Tentatively, you stepped down the stairs, wincing at the spike of pain that shot up your leg as you placed weight on your ankles. Ambrose’s arm was immediately at your waist, and she supported you as best she could down the uneven steps. As you got closer you could pick out the thump of things being thrown amongst the yelling. Thomas was crouching on the bottom step, face serious.

Ambrose drew you closer still, her voice hushed as she said, “Listen, we’re gonna have to do some running and ducking, okay? Just don’t let go of me.” Thomas threw up another hand sign before disappearing into the fray. “We just gotta wait for a little while.”

A little while is probably what it was, but it felt like the moment stretched on for an eternity. Then, out of nowhere, three shots rang out in the mess, clear as day. Ambrose didn’t say a word, jerking you forward so roughly you nearly tripped over yourself.

A warehouse - you were in a warehouse, dodging and weaving through gargantuan shipment crates as Ambrose pushed and pulled you through bits of debris and rubbish. You couldn’t take it all in even if you tried. You caught a glimpse of Thomas in the corner, wrestling someone carrying switchblades. Gasps of moon rays filtered through the broken beams in the ceiling.

“Eyes forward (Y/n), you’re going to fall,” Ambrose hissed, pressing you flush against a metal container as someone was thrown right past you both. Whether they were friend or foe you were unsure.

The noise was giving you a headache amongst other things, and if it weren’t for the adrenaline and Amrbose’s insistent tugging you could have fallen asleep right there. Exhausting was seeping into your veins like you were on a drip. It felt like a miracle when Ambrose was able to steer you to a door, before shoving you through it.

“Get into a car, any of the grey ones, hurry.”

The door was flung shut.

Why, why, why -

Why were they risking everything to come and get you? You did nothing for them. You had nothing to give them.

Something heavy slammed against the other side of the door. You could barely hear the sound of your soles hitting the pavement over the noise as you scrambled to the cars, climbing into the nearest one.

“... Riley?”

The door wasn’t even shut properly before the tyres squealed and the car jerked forwards. You clung to everything and anything. Every turn of the car caused you to lurch against the seats and doors.

“Get your belt on!” He veered right. Hard. “Did you not hear me?!”

“I’m trying!”

You finally managed to clip the buckle in just as he swerved right again.

“Riley you’re going to kill me!”

“Shut the fuck up, or I will kill you on purpose!”

A digital ringing resounded in the car. Riley’s hand shot out, grabbing one of the many mobiles strapped to the dashboard. You saw his mouth move in the rear-view mirror but could barely hear the words spoken over the roar of the engine and tyres.

“Oi, (Y/n),” he yelled, giving you a passing glance in the mirror, “hold on to something.”

What?

If you were finding it difficult to keep your insides where they belonged before, you were definitely struggling now. Riley paid no mind to the speed bumps dotted along the road, skidded around corners at a speed you knew was illegal, and even forced the car down narrow alleyways.

“Riley! Why are you driving like a maniac?!”

“I’m trying to get you to the drop off point!”

“Drop off point?!”

You barely managed to process what he said as you were flung right against the window. You caught a flash of the menacing smile plastered onto Riley’s face as he gripped the wheel and gear stick in terrifying confidence.

He yelled over the engine, “Listen, we’re hitting a tunnel soon, and you’re gonna have to jump!”

“What?!”

Your head was spinning.

“As soon as I tell you to go, you fling that door open as far as it goes, and you fucking jump!”

“I’ve never done anything like that before! I’m going to die!”

“Well, if we get caught, we’re both fucking dead!”

This is it, you thought, mind a flurry of too many things with too little time to sort them out. I’m going to actually die, and my family will have no idea where I went or who took me or -

Cars identical to the one you were strapped in tailing behind Riley’s erratic driving. Your car slowed down slightly as it entered a tunnel, plunging you into darkness. Your heart lurched in your throat.

A hand on your leg pulled you out of your panicked stupor. Riley’s green eyes were lit up by the lights on the dashboard. He stared at you in the mirror, his face deathly calm. The world quietened down immediately.

“You open the door as far as it goes, you jump at an angle away from the car - there’ll be a grassy patch so the landing won’t be as rough - and then you pull all your limbs in and roll. Land on your shoulder if you can. You’ll be fine.”

And then all the sounds came crashing back.

“Someone will pick you up, just hide near the entrance of the tunnel until they arrive! Ready?!”

“No, I’m not,” you whispered, hands shaking like mad as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Wait for it.”

Your knuckles blanched as you gripped the handle.

“Now!”

You flung yourself out of the car.

You could have sworn you heard something crack as you landed on your shoulder. Your skin was on fire as you skidded across the grass. You pulled back just as the grey cars sped by, one after another.

And despite being exhausted to the brink of collapsing, you still managed to drag yourself to hide in the shadows on the tunnel.

All that was left to do was wait.

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mitsuki-murakami · 4 years

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don’t ever leave my side [Tendou Satori x Reader]

Helllooo! Can I request Tendou x reader where his s/o has low blood pressure and they just go like falling around cause they can't stand up and stay still and like, he tries to avoid them hitting the floor by grabbing them and try to avoid them hitting the corner of the door and ending up in the hospital for 3 days with a straight bloody line in their forehead, hm... I'm so embarrassed right now 😳 but can I request it? 😂

Requested by: anon

Yoooo don’t be embarrassed!! This is a really cute request uwuwu this actually reminds me of one of my friends lmao so it’s no problem really!

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Having low blood pressure for a handful of years now, it was a common occurrence for you to fall around and end up with bruises and cuts all over you. It’s gotten really bad to the point that your teachers once contacted your parents to find out if anything was going on with you (or if you were engaging in suspicious activities). Your parents explained it well, and to your dismay, your adviser assigned you to be assisted with one student at all times.

She had intended to assign one student to accompany you to each class that you had to attend, but it turned out rather differently. Since he had been your friend ever since your younger years, neither parent or teacher complained. Besides, it had been Tendou who insisted to be your assistant, promising your parents that he’d do his best to look after you. After all, he was already used to you.

He was painfully aware at all times, and sometimes it came across to you as annoying nagging, but you knew that he was tremendously concerned. It was impressive, to be honest, because whenever you’d make certain faces, he was already at your side without anyone asking. It was always even before you’d realized that you were already dizzy.

His awareness was mainly due to the fact that he once saw you fall right in front of his eyes, and he wasn’t able to catch you before you could hit your head on the corner of the seat in front of you. Of course, he hated seeing you all bandaged up and stuck in a hospital bed for the following days. But what he most hated was the fact that he couldn’t even see the fact that you were starting to get dizzy and lightheaded, and that he continued to joke around with how ridiculous you looked instead of asking you what was wrong. How could he even be called a guess monster if he couldn’t even see his own best friend in danger?

Ever since, he’d begun to pick up your little antics. The way you’d close your eyes for an abnormally long moment, the way you’d hold onto the back of a chair to steady yourself, how you’d slowly get up from a seat so you wouldn’t jostle yourself too much, there were too many to mention. But he had a complete list of everything, and as time went by, he’d see it way quicker compared to before.

As a result, you and Tendou would be seated beside each other in almost all of your classes. You didn’t really mind. Less ruckus, less commotion caused by both of you, and you got to hang out more with your best friend. Which promptly turned into... boyfriend after you popped the question randomly while the both of you were quietly eating your lunch. He had almost choked, and he coughed out a quick “yes” while you doubled over in laughter.

It was ridiculous, how spontaneous your relationship over the years became, but it was one of the most exciting parts of it.

Sometimes, you’d feel like a burden to Tendou. Too worried that you’d manage to get hit by a stray volleyball if he took you to his practices, he would always rush you home before walking back to school. There were even instances of him carrying you on his back all the way. It would tire him out, so you told him that he didn’t need to do it, but he brushed it off, telling you that it was a good warm-up. Of course, he wouldn’t tell you that he liked the feeling of your chin nestled on his shoulder.

After weeks of nagging and asking him to take you to his practice, he finally agreed, but only if you’d stay at exactly one spot, in a seat up at the railings, along with one of your friends that you both trusted. At first, you rolled your eyes at how protective he was being, but you understood that he was only doing it for your safety. It was rather endearing, so you let him check on everything twice himself, so he could be at ease and that he wouldn’t have to worry over you during his practice.

You’d hate to be the one to ruin his game-- you’d heard a lot about Coach Washijo and how tough he was when it came to training the members. You’d always get used to seeing Tendou basically crawl into your bedroom after practice, whining about how rigorous their training was and how all he wanted to do for the rest of the day was to sleep beside you.

Respecting how hard he always had to work, you also took it upon yourself to make sure that everything went smoothly the day you were going to see for yourself. No need to ask him how practice went-- you would be there to watch every movement!

Tendou carefully assisted you up the railings, and he gave your friend one last rundown of what to do if this or that happened before you playfully pushed him away and towards the stairs, where Semi was waiting for him. “Don’t get too excited when you see just how awesome I am down there!” He called out one last time before he disappeared down the stairs along with his teammate.

“He’s so whipped for you,” Miyuki commented, slightly nudging you. You giggled in response.

“Yeah, he really is,” you agreed. It’s not like you weren’t just as whipped for him, if not more, with how caring he was always to you despite the mockery that came to practically anybody else.

“Hey, don’t forget our plan, okay?” You reminded her, and she nodded enthusiastically, giving you a thumbs up. “Of course! I bet he’d be so excited!”

You didn’t tell Tendou, but you had a plan to meet him down there once his practice was all finished up. It wasn’t much, but you thought it was perfect. It wouldn’t cause the biggest disturbance since everyone else would be starting to leave, and you would only be handing him his water and his towel after all.

Yeah, it wasn’t much, but to the both of you, it would mean a lot. Neither of you had been able to do anything without the other one, since he’d always insist to have you by his side at all times to ensure that nothing bad would happen to you. With that, surprises for one another was usually out of the question. But this time, you’d actually be able to do something for him without his help or knowledge.

The plan was flawless in your opinion. Miyuki would be able to assist you down the stairs and you’d meet him by the entrance just beside the door so that you’d have somewhere to lean on in case you got dizzy, and you’d be right there handing him his water and towel. You would finally be the one to hand him his stuff instead of the other way around!

“Don’t forget to stretch.” Coach Washijo called out just as he exited the gym, and all the other boys laid down and went upon their businesses. Some went ahead and immediately, some rushed for water, and you saw Tendou talking to that one dark-haired first year.

“Let’s go,” you gestured to your friend, and she helped you up, one hand on your arm and the other on your shoulder, just like Tendou taught her. The two of you took your time hobbling down the stairs, and once you stepped down the last step, she guided you towards the entrance, letting you lean against the wall next to the door. You gave her a reassuring nod, so she completely let go of you and let you walk on your own.

No one could’ve anticipated the next events.

You decided to take a peek inside before you entered, which was apparently a bad idea. Not knowing that there was someone on the other side of the door, a person had fully slid open the door.

It caused you to lose balance.

At first, you thought you were fine, really. You were able to stand up straight for a few moments. You even saw Tendou, who wore a shocked expression at the sight of his girlfriend being somewhere he didn’t leave her. That was, until you felt the dizziness hit you like a truck, and you fell.

Black rimmed the edges of your view, and the last thing you saw was Tendou frantically running at full speed with his arms stretched out in an attempt to catch you, but it was all in vain, since he was halfway across the gym. You weren’t exactly conscious at the time, but you knew that the look of horror on Tendou’s face was a look that was going to be etched into your mind for the rest of your life.

You were able to hear faint sounds of shouting during the whole time you were unconscious, but what was most comforting was Tendou’s voice. You couldn’t make out what he was saying, but it comforted you to no end to know that he was right by you the whole time.

Once you opened your eyes, you found a familiar red-head curled up against your bed. You could tell it was the same day. It was dark outside, but Tendou was still wearing his tracksuit from earlier. He was still sleeping, so you didn’t want to wake him up too quickly.

You started by wiggling your hand, which he held so close to his face you could feel his breath fanning against your palm. His nose scrunched, and he started to mutter threats. You could only assume that it was for his opponents for the upcoming match.

You chuckled softly, and you let go of his hand to run it through his hair. He leaned into your touch, and it was obvious that he was looking for the hand that he held earlier, before he looked up and cracked open his eyes.

“Hey,” you called out, and he smiled at you, trying to rub away the fact that he had been crying earlier

“Hey, you,” he grabbed your hand that was in his hair and pressed it to his lips. The two of you relished the silence of the hospital room, and none of you spoke for quite a while.

“Sorry.” You apologized, and all was understood. At this point, he had already crawled into your bed next to you, one arm around your shoulders holding you close to him, and another fussing with the gauze that was neatly placed over your forehead, completely covering your newly acquired cut that ran straight across one of your temples and onto the center of your head.

“Jeez, I know how obsessed you are with me, but at least promise me one thing,” he said, a wistful smirk upon his lips.

“Yeah?” You gladly buried yourself into his chest and waited for his request.

“Don’t ever leave my side again, got it?”

***

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emeraldbabygirl · 5 years

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Angel: a Laon smut

Genre: smut uwu

Warnings/Kink(s): uhhh teasing. Yes, teasing is definitely one of them. Did I throw the daddy kink in here? YES WE FUCKING DID UWU, breath play/choking, hair pulling, dirty talk (that’s like similar to degradation right? if not), degradation, praising (because I am indeed a sucker for that shit), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, oral (receiving) (hey that makes it sound official doesn’t it? lmao) I think that’s it, thank you

Length: long long man (shut up I crack out these parts for funzies)

“I want attention.” you said bluntly. You had been sitting on the couch in Laon’s studio for at least an hour hoping Laon could make time for you. You know he was often busy but even if it was just 5 minutes you’d take it. “I know Angel, but can you wait a little longer? I’m busy right now. I promise you’ll get attention just be patient.” You sighed and fell over from your seated position to lay your upper body on the couch. You waited and waited but Laon still never looked up from his computer. Usually you always waited for Laon to finish his work, you were really good about it but today you were impatient. Today you were needy. Today you decided to be a little more bratty than usual. You sat up on the couch and cleared your throat. “Laon, if you won’t give me attention then I’m sure one of your members will.” You stood up and left your boyfriend’s studio to find one of the boys.

You were sure you saw one of them somewhere in the dorm on the way to the studio. You knew not to mess with Dojin, once you started teasing him he’d lose control and have you pinned against whatever surface was near by with a tight grip around your throat. And you weren’t looking for a rough fucking at the moment. You wandered around the dorm thinking who you could have as a victim. Jinwoo, Gun, and J-Kid left earlier to who knows where and you didn’t bother with Avin as he was too clingy so that left little Hamin. It took longer than you thought to find him, he was sitting on the couch watching tv when you plopped down next to him.

“Hamin~” you cooed. Hamin was sitting on the edge of the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. His eyes were glued to the tv. You leaned your whole body against him and ran your hand up and down his arm. “What?” he said seeming slightly annoyed. Hamin, I wore this cute outfit for Laon and he won’t even even look at it. He won’t give me attention cause he’s too busy.” Hamin’s head slowly turned to you, his cheeks appearing to have a pink tinge to them. You were wearing very short jean shorts with a pair of black thigh highs and a crop top sweater that squeezed your top half a little too much. A black choker with a big metal ring decorated your neck and your hair was done up in a simple ponytail. You removed your hand from Hamin’s arm and ran it up and down your thighs and inched even closer to Hamin pressing your chest against his upper arm. “Hamin,” you repeated his name sweetly, “will you give me attention?”

“I- uhh..” you could tell Hamin was getting flustered which is exactly what you wanted. You let your hand travel from your thigh to his rubbing it up and down. You rubbed his inner thigh with one hand and ran your other up the back of his neck and into his hair. You sighed. “Hamin please.” You said in a whiny tone. You stood up off the couch and gave Hamin an aggressive push causing him to fall into the back of the couch, popcorn flying everywhere. You had just spread his legs more and were about to crawl onto his lap when you heard someone clear their throat. “Angel, what are we doing?” You looked up at Laon who was near the arm of the couch with his arms crossed. You froze in your spot which happened to be halfway bent over with your knee in between Hamin’s thighs. “You couldn’t even wait 5 more minutes you just had to be a brat and tease one of my members didn’t you?” You said nothing and looked at Hamin who was now beat red in the face and rock hard in his pants. “You wouldn’t-” you got cut off by Laon’s hand pulling your ponytail. “Stand up.You know I don’t tolerate when you’re a brat.”

Laon was literally the sweetest, most caring boyfriend you’d ever had but when he got jealous he got aggressive and dominant. You couldn’t lie and say it didn’t turn you on. Perhaps it was the reason you acted up. You did as he said and stood up from Hamin’s lap. “Now Angel, I’ll give you two choices yes or yes you can either receive your punishment in my studio behind closed doors or you can receive it in front of Hamin.” At those words Hamin’s face turned an even brighter shade of red and he fidgeted in his spot and the tent in his pants grew enough to cause his pants to tighten around his thighs and dick. You weren’t afraid of making Laon mad and it would be an added bonus to see Hamin’s reaction to you receiving a punishment from Laon so to Laon’s surprise you agreed to the later. “Are you sure about that? You want Hamin to see all the lewd and degrading things I do to you? You want him to hear all the sinful words come out of my mouth?” Laon tugged on your ponytail harder pulling you into him. His other hand traveled up your body and found one of your breasts and gripped it firmly. “You want Hamin to see how wet I can make you? You want him to see the way you beg for me to fuck you? You want him to see how fucked out-”

“Ok I changed my mind, in your studio please.” You interrupted him. Your sudden change of mind shocked Laon. You knew he was looking at you, you felt his eyes bore through your soul so he obviously didn’t see nor pay attention to the other boys coming home. They all stood in the living room frozen in their spots, the look of fear across every member’s face. You tensed up in Laon’s arms and he sensed it. “Oh, I see. Good choice, we don’t want to put on a show for everyone now do we? Then off you go.” Laon, still gripping your ponytail directed you out of the living room and back into his studio. You stood by the couch as he shut the door. “Well? Have a seat.” Laon said. You quickly sat down on his couch and Laon grabbed his chair and moved it in front of you. He sat down in it and looked at you for a long time before speaking again. “You put on quite the show out there didn’t you, scared Hamin half to death. What do you half to say for yourself hmm?” You crossed your arms and averted your eyes. Laon scoffed. “Do I have to fuck that bratty attitude out of you?” He asked. His voice was commanding and it was making your core throb with anticipation.

“I said, do I have to fuck that bratty attitude out of you?” The chair he was sitting in squeaked and his hand came around your throat. He was leaning over you with his hand held firmly around your throat but he never applied pressure. You looked directly at him and said nothing. “Answer me Angel.” Laon then applied pressure to the sides of your throat causing heat to pool into your core. His eyes were burning with lust and his smirk was further making you wet. Laon let go of your throat and grabbed your thighs. “You do look cute today. I love it when you dress like a cute slut for me.” Laon ran his hands up your thighs and finding your waist and eventually wrapping his fingers through the belt loops on your shorts. “Take these off and I won’t ask again.” Without hesitation you slowly unbuttoned your shorts and Laon’s eyes followed as your shorts slowly came off your body exposing your panties. “Hmm, how cute. That’s such a pretty pink.” Laon’s hands grabbed your legs and pulled them down so your body slid down the couch. He smirked as he held your legs open and got on his knees before inching his body in between them. “So, so pretty.” Laon’s hands ran up your thighs again and then, keeping one hand on one of your thighs his other hand rested on the hood of your pussy. Then his thumb easily found your clit and began rubbing it slowly in circular motions through the cloth.

“Is this the attention you wanted Angel?” Laon’s words were in a mocking tone but you didn’t care anymore. He was finally touching you after you were so patient for him. You tilted your head back to rest on the couch. You hummed causing Laon to chuckle. “If you had been a little more patient we could’ve skipped that whole living room situation and this would’ve happened sooner but no, you decided to be a bratty little slut.” Laon’s thumb applied pressure causing you to jerk your hips up. “Mmm fuck.” you mumbled. You closed your eyes as Laon pressed into your clit even harder. “Laon~” you whined. “Yes Angel? What’s the matter, are you needy for Daddy?” the way that last word rolled off Laon’s tongue caused a wave of pleasure to wash over you. You bucked your hips wanting friction. “Yes, needy for D-daddy.” you were quickly becoming a horny mess at Laon’s new name for himself. You unconsciously let your hand roam on top of Laon’s. “more please, plea-” Laon halted his actions causing you to let out a frustrated whine. “No touching yourself unless I tell you too. Don’t make me tie your wrists up.” Your face scrunched up before you made eye contact with Laon. “That’s not fair, I waited patiently..” “Patiently? No no Angel, you couldn’t wait patiently which is why I’m punishing you. You could’ve had all the touching you wanted, you could’ve had me inside you by now but you teased poor little Hamin and as punishment I get to tease you.” You let out a defeated sigh.

Laon smiled lovingly and brought his lips to yours. They were soft and warm against yours. His thumb went back to working your clit and you let a soft moan leave your lips. Laon smiled against the kiss before pulling back. “Now be a good girl and take those panties off.” You did what he said placing them on your jean shorts that were next to you. Laon leaned down and gasped causing you to jump. “Look at that! You’re already so wet. You get worked up so easily don’t you? I’m gonna have so much fun teasing you tonight!” Laon was getting excited, you could tell but he always did everything to compose himself and it drove you crazy. “Laon..Daddy,” he hummed as he stuck his face in your pussy, you held a moan back as he licked a fat stripe up your slit. “Maybe tonight you don’t have to punish me? I can just be good for you and you can just make me feel good quickly. Laon’s tongue flicked your clit very slowly. “Oh, you’re gonna be good for me tonight. Don’t worry Angel, I’ll make you feel really good but your punishment for tonight is slow teasing and I will make sure it is. very. slow.” as he enunciated each word his tongue flicked against your clit again causing you to push against his tongue. Laon gripped your thighs with his hands and looked up at you his brows furrowed. “Behave Angel.” His nails dug into the skin on your thigh and you let out a long, loud frustrated moan. “If you continue to moan loudly like that the boys might hear you. Do you really want Hamin to hear those sweet moans of yours? Cause I don’t, those are for my ears only.”

Tears of frustration formed in the corner of your eyes. You whined. “I’m doing everything I can you make you feel good but you have to be patient. Just relax, I promise Daddy will make you feel good.” You watched as Laon pulled back and stuck his fingers in his mouth. He sucked on them for awhile as he looked at you. He winked out of nowhere causing you to moan again, just a little less loud than last time. He pulled his fingers out with a pop and brought them to your entrance. “Relax. Close your eyes. Let Daddy do all the work.” He easily slid his fingers right into you causing a deep moan to form from your stomach. He definitely took his time as his fingers pumped painfully slow into you. You had just begun to relax when you heard a knock on the door. Laon stopped his motions, his two fingers all the way in you. “Who is it?” “It’s H-Hamin.” Laon smiled wide and continued lazily pumping into you. You did your best to hold back your moans. “Oh Hamin! How wonderful. I’m terribly busy at the moment, if you could just. wait. patiently. I’ll be with you in just a moment.” Laon was doing it again and you whined a little louder than you wanted too. It shocked even Laon. “Oh what’s the matter Angel? Am I not fingerfucking you fast enough?” Laon said loudly on purpose. It was quiet on the other side of the door. You covered your mouth with your hand and bucked your hips against his fingers.

“I-I’ll just come back later..it can w-wait.” Hamin said. Laon smiled, “Excellent!” he exclaimed. Whether Hamin was still standing on the other side of the door or not Laon didn’t care. “I want to hear those moans.” Laon sped up and he went back to licking your clit again. The feeling of him fingering you and licking your clit was causing a knot to quickly form in your stomach despite him taking forever to speed up. You grabbed the back of his head and ran your fingers up the back of his hair grabbing random strands. You pushed his head further into you until you were practically face fucking him. Laon didn’t seem to care as much anymore he just smiled and sped up in both areas.

You were breathing heavy and your grip on his hair tightened until you couldn’t take anymore. You pushed his head away from you but he fought against you. “Daddy I- I’m fuck!” you could barely speak, your orgasm was coming fast. Your thighs went to tighten around Laon’s head but he pulled away stopping all sensations. Your hips continued to jerk and you let out a loud cry definitely loud enough for the other boys to hear. “Fuck you Laon!” you whined. Laon just smiled as he stood up. “Aw, what’s wrong? Is Daddy being mean for not letting his Angel cum?” “Yes!” you whined. You reached your hands out to Laon wanting contact. He continued to smile. “Aww, well this is your punishment. You don’t get to cum yet because I have to tease you like you did to poor Hamin.” Laon began to unbutton his shirt. “But I didn’t even tease Hamin for very long, not as long as you’re teasing me.” You cried. Laon then straddled your lap and wrapped is hand once more around your throat. “If I didn’t come in when I did you would’ve had poor Hamin naked and hog-tied on the couch. And how embarrassing would that be for him and the other boys. Think of it as I saved all of us from humiliation. Besides, you weren’t actually going to do anything to him you just wanted to get me angry. And that’s what you got. You also got me giving you attention. You see how it all worked out in the end. Pretty soon you’ll get to cum but Daddy wants to have some more fun with you.”

Laon’s lips met yours again, his hand releasing your throat and gently cupping the side of your face. He then began grinding against you sending more whines to leave your lips right into his. “You like this Baby? Does it feel good? You like the way my cock grinds against your naked pussy? My sweet Angel.” Laon sped up and your hands found his chest and roamed blindly over him as your eyes were shut while he was kissing you. You’re nails raked down his chest causing him to hiss. “Fuck,” he said. He was finally allowing himself to get turned on. “Please moan for me Daddy.” you said in between kisses. Still kissing you, one of Laon’s hands ran down to your chest and found your nipple and pinched it through your shirt. Then he stopped kissing you and pulled back. “You’ll get to hear me moan soon Angel.” Laon lifted up your sweater slowly. The sweater raised up past your breasts allowing them to jiggle as they dropped against your skin. “Perfect.” Laon smiled as he cupped your breasts in his hands. “Just as I thought. No bra.” He began messaging your breasts in both hands, every once in a while rolling your hard nipples between his fingers. Then, while still playing with one of your nipples, his mouth came down on the other. You gasped as his teeth grazed your nipple. You let Laon lick and suck on your breasts for awhile, sometimes he would grind into you and sometimes you would both grind into each other.

“Please fuck me.” you let out an exasperated moan. Laon had his lips wrapped tightly around the skin on your neck and was taking his sweet time marking you up. You were getting more impatient and wanted him to stop teasing you. “Oh Angel, I’m still having my fun with you. Don’t worry your pretty little head, you’re not leaving my studio until you’re nice and fucked out but I’m still giving you your punishment. You’ll get your reward soon. Just continue to be a good girl. Just relax and enjoy how Daddy is making you feel alright?” “Okay” you said a little disappointed. Laon was an excellent multitasker, so while he was still marking up your neck he had one of his hands find your nipples again and began pinching them while his other hand reached down to find your entrance once more. However he was too high on your lap to reach you so he moved his lips down to your collar bone. You were completely naked at this point except for your thigh highs. His soft lips left nibbles down your chest and to your stomach as he sunk further down your body until his fingers could curl right into your g-spot. Then he let his fingers and mouth do all the work. Soft, needy moans left your lips. You fought with yourself because you didn’t know where to put your hands. You wanted to touch him but you didn’t know where you could grab him that wouldn’t distract him from making you feel good. You opted for placing your hand on his thigh. At first it just rested there but soon your were gripping it as Laon’s actions became more intense.

“Oh fuck.” you did the best you could to buck your hips with Laon sitting on you. Finally Laon got off your lap and sat on his knees again. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you even further down the couch. He held your thighs apart and he began you eat you out. His tongue darted in and out of your hole and roamed your folds, flicking your clit and sucking it causing you to let out a round of very loud moans. “Right there Laon, right there yes.” you managed to say. “Touch yourself for me Angel.” Laon sucked on your clit and watched to make sure you did was he said. You grabbed your breasts and began massaging them gently, kneeding them and playing with your nipples. Your tongue came out to part your lips before you curled your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Good girl.” Laon’s tongue worked even faster now finding all the nooks and crannies in your pussy. “Oh God I’m gonna cum.” You said your hips aggressively bucking into Laon’s face. “Not yet, hold it a little longer.” Laon said sucking on his fingers once more before inserting them into you. He worked fast, his fingers assaulting your walls, his tongue flicking and sucking your clit at the same speed. You let out a cry. “Please Laon, let me cum, I need to-” your words were cut off when your legs started shaking. You cried loudly, your hands squeezing your breasts. You let go of them and grabbed Laon’s hair and held his head. He was at top speed now and the knot in your stomach was seconds from coming undone. Your body was on fire and you were seeing stars. “Oh Daddy!” you shouted.

“Alright sweet Angel, cum for me, nice and loud.” At Laon’s words your thighs immediately clamped around Laon’s head as your orgasm shot through you. “Fuck!” you screamed cumming right in Laon’s face. Laon took this time to continue to eat you out, lapping up your juices. He rubbed his hand along the underside of your thighs to bring you back down. You eyes were shut tight and your hips continued to jerk into Laon’s face. Finally your orgasm subsided and you laid there breathless. Laon cleaned you up with his tongue and emerged from your pussy. He saw your chest heaving, your cheeks a beautiful shade of pink, your eyes red from the tears, the sweat forming on your forehead. Your hands reached out for Laon and he took them in his. You smiled as he stood up to press a kiss to your forehead. He helped you sit up on the couch and kissed you some more, sitting right next to you. Then he grabbed your body and laid you down on the couch grabbing a pillow off the floor and resting it between the arm of the couch and your head. When you were breathing normally again Laon took his shirt off.

“Are you ready for your reward now?” You nodded but you were still exhausted from your orgasm that Laon had to spread your legs for you. He rid himself of his pants and boxers and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he lined himself up. Laon could sense you were exhausted and he was a little upset that you didn’t have the energy to enjoy your reward. “Was I too much? Can you handle Daddy’s cock Angel?” Laon said teasing you again by him just sticking his tip in. “I- yes, please Laon, please I want your cock in me please.” You whined. You wanted him to hurry up and fuck you so you could fall asleep but you did your best to stay awake. He had taken most of your energy when he was eating you into another dimension. “Stay awake for me okay? Don’t relax too much.” Laon didn’t even start slow he immediately began thrusting into you at high speed and if you weren’t awake enough before you were now. “OH GOD FUCK ME DADDY!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. “Your cock feels so good inside me.” you moaned. Laon smirked and slowed his pace as he grinded his hips into you making sure each stroke was long and reached deep into your pussy. His hand were pressed on the couch on either sides of your torso and you reached up to grip his arms.

You raked your nails down Laon’s back causing him to hiss as his whole body shuddered. “Shit.” his whispered tilting his head down. The tips of his hair were dripping with sweat. Laon leaned into your neck marking it up once more while slow thrusting into you. Your legs tightened around his waist and you let more moans leave your mouth. Laon was breathing heavely when he sped up wanting to edge you so badly. The teasing continued followed by more screaming and whining. “Are you gonna fucking cum? Huh? My cute slutty Angel, cum around Daddy’s cock.” Laon’s lewd words sent your orgasm crashing into you and you came around him, your walls clenching tightly, your legs shaking around his waist. He groaned loudly, cursing under his breath. “I’m gonna cum in you baby, is that alright?” Laon said still thrusting into you. “Yes, yes please cum in me Laon.” you cried, still coming down from your own high, blindly running your hands over Laon’s body. Laon bit his lip but a loud cry left him as he came in you. Not even pulling out his body collapsed on yours both your breathing heavy. Your hands found their way to Laon’s hair and you stroked his head. “Thank you Laon.” you whispered into his ear. Laon slowly raised up and looked into your eyes. He brought his hand to your face and gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “You’re welcome. You did so good for me Angel. So perfect.” He said bringing a kiss to your forehead.

Laon pulled out of you and stood up slowly to grab his shirt off the floor to clean you up. “Now, no more teasing my members alright? You’ll get sweeter rewards this way.” You nodded sitting up and putting your clothes back on. Laon found a towel to wrap around his waist and walked towards the door. “I’m gonna hit the shower, are you staying the night?” Laon asked softly. You nodded. “Good, I’ll be back. Stay here and don’t tease the members unless you’re looking for another punishment. “Yes Daddy.” you smiled. “That’s my Angel.” Laon said before exiting his studio.

H-O-L-Y SHIT. And a HALF. That was a workout. I nutted more times than I’d like to admit uwu. My face is so hot tho holy shit. Everytime Laon goes live I just look at his couch and think “I want him to fuck me there please.” anyway, this was supposed to be the second ENOi smut but I’m still working on the Dojin one oops. I’ll work on it some more, along with my masterlist but I can’t guarantee those will be finished tonight. Also since my gifs don’t work on my end I would love for anyone reading this to let me know if the gif works. Please let me know whether it works or not so I can find a different gif to put up. So thank you for reading and in conclusion Laon makes this bussy throb like a stubbed big toe on a piece of furniture.

#enoi #laon #hes pretty #pretty sexy #enoi smut #laon smut #kpop smut #smut #uwu

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you’re your father’s daughter

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

summary: where peter, your boyfriend of many months, finds out that you’re tony stark’s daughter

requested by anonymous: Can you do a peter parker x reader imagine where they're dating and her dad is tony stark but nobody knows because she uses her mom's last name and lives with her mom and basically doesn't like her dad and then could you make it be like how peter would react to finding out about that

word count: 4.4k

warnings: angst, swearing, daddy issues

a/n: wow this is a lot longer than pretty much all of my oneshots whaaat?? it’s like,, halfway edited kinda?? so like dont judge it too hard lmao. but anyways i hope y’all enjoy & let me know what you think!

You didn’t like Tony Stark.

Sure, he was your dad, but after what he’d done to you and your mom, your dislike for him had grown immensely. You could barely remember living with him; you were so young that only bits and pieces of your life then stuck with you. Most of your memories with him seemed to be happy, yet you couldn’t stand to even hear his name.

Although it was so long ago, you could still remember the day you and your mother left. She was crying, but being so young, you had no idea why. You were too young to understand why you’d moved, but a few years later your mom explained to you that she and Tony both decided it was best for both you and your mom to move away. She never went into detail why, saying it wasn’t her place to tell you, which led you to assume that Tony wanted to live out his playboy lifestyle with nothing holding him back, even if that meant abandoning his daughter in the process. The last time you spoke to your father was the day you moved out all those years ago.

Even after all of that, you still had Tony’s number saved in your phone. It was silly, but you couldn’t make yourself delete it. Somehow, having his number saved kept you connected to that little bit of happiness he gave you in your younger years. The only time he called was on your birthday each year, and you always let it go to voicemail. He’d leave roughly the same message each time, usually saying ‘happy birthday’ and that he loved you.

He never said he missed you.

You’d listen to those voicemails over and over again, each and every replay digging into your soul. Deep, deep down, you knew you missed him, but you’d built up so many walls that the sadness manifested as resentment in your heart. Even hearing his name could make your blood boil; a defense against the cold, prying fingers of loneliness and longing.

Shaking your head to bring yourself back to reality, you realize that you’re sitting in the lunchroom next to your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

“He just treats me like… like his own kid, you know?” he says adoringly, taking another bite of his sandwich, “He always listens to my ideas and encourages creativity and thinking outside the box. Whenever I suggest something, he takes it into consideration instead of waving me off for being just a kid.”

If it were anybody else, you’d try to change the subject or politely leave to do something else. However, neither of those options worked with Peter. Even if you changed the subject, he’d somehow find his way back to Tony; plus, he knew you way too well to tell if you were trying to leave because you were upset. So, you just sucked it up and tried your best to filter out all of the Tony Stark talk. Now, you were sure that if you ever told him about your situation, he’d immediately stop. After all, he would never do anything to hurt you.

However, telling Peter wasn’t a risk you could take.

If anybody ever found out that you were Tony Stark’s daughter, your life would never be the same. People would only befriend you so they could use you, and you would always be compared to him. You wanted to be your own person and make a name for yourself without the help of your famous dad. Critics would most definitely blame your success on your bloodline rather than your brilliant, science-oriented mind, which wasn’t something you wanted to deal with.

“So, I was talking to Mr. Stark,” Peter’s eyes grow wide with excitement, “and he said I could invite my friend to come to the lab with me sometime! I figured with how much you love science and how brilliant you are, you’d have a blast with us. It’s like a scientific playground up there!”

“Uh,” you rub the back of your neck awkwardly, “As much fun as that sounds, I think I’m busy. Maybe another time?”

“But I didn’t even give you a date-”

“It’s just… not a good time right now, Peter,” you emphasize, giving him a look that told him you weren’t budging.

“Oh, that’s okay..” he looked disappointed, which crushed your heart, “It’s too bad. I mean, I honestly think you guys would get along great. You’re actually super similar! Sometimes I think you’re, like, his long lost daughter or something. You know, just the other day he-”

“Peter, can you just- can you just stop?” you snap, unable to listen to any more. Peter didn’t know any better, but you just couldn’t listen to him talk about Tony for a second longer.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” he asked, concern evident in his voice, “You know, you can tell me anything.”

“Just- just forget it, okay? I’m fine, I promise,” you lean over and plant a kiss on his cheek before standing up to go to class, leaving him sitting confused and alone at the lunch table.

Later that afternoon during your free period, you were sketching plans for a new invention when your phone began to buzz on your desk. After throwing an apologetic look the teacher’s way, you slipped out of the classroom before holding the phone up to your ear.

“Peter, I was in class, you know,” you say only half-seriously, smiling a bit.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes, “Um, I was just calling to make sure you’re, uh, okay.”

Your smile falls, the events from earlier that day flashing across your mind. In all honesty, you had been preparing for this phone call, so you knew pretty much exactly what you were going to say. It was simple: you weren’t feeling well and you just needed some sleep, that’s all. Before you could speak, however, a familiar voice speaks in the background of the call.

“Who ya talkin’ to, kid?” the muffled voice of Tony Stark poured into your ear, causing you to freeze in place and blurt a quick ‘i’m fine’ to Peter before hitting the end call button as quickly as possible. You take a moment to control your breathing, your heart beating a million times a minute.

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Frowning at his phone, Peter pulls it away from his ear and turns to Tony.

“What, girl problems?” he smirks at Peter, giving him a soft punch to the shoulder.

“Yeah, uh,” Peter stutters, “It’s- it’s nothing, let’s keep working.”

Peter doesn’t see Tony’s eyes widen when he sees your name glowing on the top of the screen as he sends you a text telling you to meet him at the coffee shop later. A small picture of you making a kissy face accompanies a million yellow hearts and heart eyes decorating your contact name.

Tony clears his throat as Peter turns off his phone, shifting his focus back to the task at hand.

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The door to the coffee shop makes a light ding as you open it, the fairy lights strung along the windows illuminating your face in the darkness of the night. You scan the room to see Peter sitting nervously at the table in the corner by the window, the table you two always sit at.

“What’s up Pete?” you say nonchalantly as you take a seat, even though you already know what he’s about to ask.

“Is- is there something you’re not telling me?” he asks, cutting straight to the chase as he looks up at you with his wide, brown puppy eyes.

“I wish I could tell you that everything is fine, Peter,” you sigh, “But I just can’t. And as much as I want to tell you why, I can’t.”

“Why?” his voice breaks, your heart breaking along with it, “Why can’t you tell me?”

“I just can’t,” you whisper, voice raw with emotion.

“If we’re in this together, we have to-” he paused and took a deep breath, lowering his voice a bit since people were beginning to stare, “We have to trust each other, Y/N.”

You remain quiet and fiddle with your hands, unable to force the words out of your mouth. After holding them inside for so long, you didn’t know how to let them out. A squeak from Peter’s chair causes you to look up at him, taking in his cold face as he stands up and looks down at you with disappointment.

“Peter, wait-”

“Talk to me when you’re willing to tell me the truth,” he states before walking out the door, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

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You didn’t know how long you sat at that table before you went home, tears streaming down your face. When you walked into the house, your mom was already in bed, so you quietly snuck into your room and clambered underneath the covers. You didn’t care if you were still fully dressed; you needed to sleep and forget about the events of today for just a little while.

No matter how long you sat there with your eyes closed, sleep never took you away. You were stuck in bed, replaying your conversation with Peter over and over again in your head until you were sick of thinking about it.

“Ughhh,” you groan, sitting up and rubbing your face before murmuring to yourself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Sliding out of bed and into your vans, you tiptoe through your house and close the door gently behind you, not wanting your mom to know you left the house so late. With a quick glance at your phone, you note that it’s nearing 1 am, so Peter would most likely be asleep. Whatever, you think to yourself, pulling your hoodie sleeves down over your hands to protect against the cold as you make your way towards his apartment.

When Peter open the door, it’s clear that he’s been crying, which shatters your heart.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you try joking, but he doesn’t seem to return the sentiment.

Cracking jokes at a tense time? The Stark in you was really starting to shine through.

“Why are you here?” he replies, his nose and cheeks tinted pink from the amount of tears he had shed, while yours were tinted from the cold.

“Peter, you have to understand that I- I want to tell you everything, but i just can’t,” you try to explain, the desperation clear in your voice.

“I don’t even know what to say, Y/N,” he exasperates, opening and closing his mouth a few times before letting out all the words he’d been trying to find, “I don’t know what’s up with you, but you’ve been so different lately. You’ve pulled away from me ever since I told you about Spiderman and the Stark Internship. I invite you to things, really cool things like working in a lab with Tony Stark, because I care about you and I want to share these experiences with you and you just- just blow me off like it’s nothing to you! I don’t know why you never want to talk about the internship with me or go on visits-”

“BECAUSE HE’S MY DAD, PETER!” you finally yell, not caring if you wake up the neighbors.

“W-what?” he stutters, eyes going wide.

“Because he’s my dad and he left me and I cannot stand to think about him, let alone talk about him, okay? There. That’s the big secret, and now you know it. Are you happy now?” you snap, finally putting your truth out into the open.

Instead of answering, Peter stands there shocked, hurt filling his gaze.

“Pete?” your voice is quiet now, worried you’ll scare him off because of the look in his eyes.

“I think you should go,” his voice is soft, cracking with emotion at the end of his sentence.

“Wait-”

“Go.” his gaze hardens before he shuts the door in your face, sliding down the other side of it as another round of tears spill down his cheeks. He felt so betrayed; how could you ever keep a secret like that from him?

You stand there for a moment, numbness spreading across your whole body. That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting, but it was definitely the one you feared the most. You didn’t even register that you were walking down the hallway, lost in thought about how Peter would most likely break up with you.

You’re going to lose the person you loved the most.

And you can’t let that happen.

Suddenly, it was like everything was clear again. Before you can take another step down the stairs, you spin on your heel and run back up to Peter’s door, knocking.

And knocking.

“Peter, please let me in,” you plead, leaning your forehead against the door as you continue to knock, wishing that he would just open the door.

With a sigh, you lean back and slide your phone open, going to his contact in your messages. One tap later, you take note of the small dot that reperesents Peter moving quickly across the map.

“Fuck,” you breathe, sliding your phone into your back pocket and running back down the hallway. There was only one place he could be going; the place you never thought you’d return to.

Much to your surprise, you only hesitate for a moment once you’re outside of the tower before running inside and demanding to be let up.

“I need to get upstairs!” you urge, giving the very tired receptionist an exasperated look.

“The tower is closed, Ma’am,” she repeats, annoyance clear in her voice, “You can come back tomorrow during our work hours.”

“Please…” you take a glance at her name tag, “Katy. Please, I need to get up there and talk to Tony.” “If you don’t leave the premises, I’ll have to call security,” she warns, reaching for her phone.

“No!” you reach out towards her and she raises an eyebrow at you, “I mean, please, I’m begging you. Just call Tony and tell him that Y/N Y/L/N is here to see him and he’ll let me up.”

“I’m sure that he’s asleep-”

“I can guarantee that he isn’t,” you pressure, leaning over the counter and giving her the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

After a few more moments of consideration, she caves, sighing a quick “Alright” before lifting up the phone and speaking quietly into it for a few minutes.

“You’re clear to go,” she gestures to the door, and you catch a small bit of surprise in her voice as she did so. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting Tony to let the random teenage girl from the lobby upstairs.

You walk towards the elevator, heart in your throat as you press the button for the floor that the receptionist told you Tony was on. Each floor you pass makes a small beep, each one elevating your heart rate slightly until the final ding of the elevator rings out.

When the doors open, he’s there.

Tony Stark, the man you hadn’t seen in years.

You stand awkwardly for a moment, frozen in place until finally he coughs and gestures toward the living room, blurting out a quick “Pete’s in there.” Giving him a simple nod, you walk past him and began walking down the hallway, nervous to see Peter because of what he might say to you.

As your nerves begin to build, your pace begins to quicken as well, growing from a casual walk into a full on sprint. After what seems like an eternity of running, you finally slide to a stop in the doorway, trying to catch your breath as Peter’s head jerks up to look at you with red, puffy eyes.

“Peter, I-”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he falters, looking you straight in the eyes. You can’t hold eye contact with him, so you stare at the ground as he continues, “It was so, so hard to tell you about Spiderman. Did you know that? Did you know how hard that was for me? I trusted you with that huge secret, Y/N, yet you couldn’t tell me something as- as little as this.”

At those words, you jerk your head back up, raising your eyebrows at him. You can tell that he regrets the words as soon as they come out, but you can’t just let it go.

“Woah, woah, woah, Peter,” you feel the anger begin to rise within you, “this is not ‘little.’ Just because it isn’t some sort of secret identity superhero reveal doesn’t mean it isn’t a huge part of me. It’s almost impossible for me to talk about, so for you to say that it’s ‘little’ really fucking hurts.”

“That’s not-” he takes a deep breath, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, Peter?” you cross your arms, waiting for an explanation.

“Mr. Stark is one of the most important people in my life. He’s helped me with so much and I don’t know where I would be right now without him. Probably dead, to be honest. At this point, he’s my father figure, you know? And I just can’t believe you kept something like this from me for so long. It hurts that you didn’t trust me with it, especially when I’ve trusted you with so much in my life.”

“You think that this didn’t hurt me too, Peter?” you retort, “You think that keeping this secret from not just everybody, but you, the person I love most, was easy? It was so so fucking hard to hear you talk about him every day, Peter. It was so hard to pretend like I was busy every time you invited me to things or like every time you spoke his name it wasn’t like a knife was being shoved into my chest, because he’s giving you the love he could never find in himself to give me. I understand that he’s your father figure, Peter, but he isn’t mine. I’m so happy that he loves you, but it’s really hard to hear about that when I know that he never loved me.”

You wipe away tears that you didn’t know you’d been shedding until that moment before whispering, “I never meant to hurt you, Peter.”

He was looking down at his shoes, so you had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. All you wanted was for him to say something, anything, in reply. At this point, you were ready for anything he threw at you.

“He talks about you, you know.”

Okay, maybe you weren’t ready for that.

“W-what? I don’t- How do you know that?”

“I-I never knew it was you until now. I always assumed that he just kept his kid a secret from the world for their own sake, which I guess is actually somewhat true,” he swallowed harshly, “I guess your mom keeps him updated on your life because he always talks about how smart and accomplished his kid is. He’d tell me about how they won the science fair when they were only in third grade and were competing against middle schoolers, or how they’d scored a major internship that only five kids were awarded nationwide. I must be pretty thick since I never put the pieces together until now, but Y/N, he does love you. He loves you and he’s so, so proud of you, even if you don’t know it.”

“Then why- why didn’t he ever tell me?” you ask, unable to comprehend everything Peter just told you.

“Because-” he pauses for a moment, thinking, “Because, if you didn’t want anything to do with him, he probably knew that and stayed away because he didn’t want to upset you. At least, I’m assuming that’s why.”

You take a minute to take everything in, reconsidering everything you’ve ever thought about your father. All this time, you might’ve been wrong about him. Looking back on it, you can remember times when your mom would attempt to talk to you about the situation, but you’d always refused, not wanting to even think about him after what he’d done.

But now? Now, you were willing to listen.

“I’ll be back,” you blurt out before running out of the room, pushing all thoughts about Peter to the back of your mind as you search for the person you need to talk to the most.

When you find him, he’s sitting on the steps of a staircase with his head in his hands, looking rather gloomy.

“Uh, Tony?” you clear your throat awkwardly and Tony looks up at you slowly, not believing his own ears when he hears your soft voice addressing him.

“Oh, hey kid,” he says calmly, attempting to brush off any nervousness, “So, you and Spiderling, huh? I gotta admit, I didn’t see that coming. Didn’t think that kid could love anything more than he loves his homework-”

“Tony,” you tentatively place a hand on his arm for a moment before pulling away, effectively stopping his rambling. While he was talking, you’d managed to make your way up to sit next to him on the stairs. “I-I want you tell me what happened.”

“Well, it all started when I met your mom at a bar-”

You give him a look and he closes his mouth, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You know what I mean.”

“Why do you want to know?” he asks, genuinely confused as to why you were suddenly open to discussion after so long, “After all these years, why now?”

“Because,” you pause, trying to find the right words, “I think I’ve had the wrong picture in my head my whole life. Why we left, why you never called. All of my assumptions have caused a lot of hurt for so many people in my life, and I just want to know the truth now.”

He nods, taking a deep breath before explaining everything to you. When you were born they kept everything a secret from the press, wanting to give you as normal of a life as possible before you were inevitably discovered. However, the older you got, the harder it was for them to keep you a secret. They could continue to keep you hidden for your entire life, but what kind of life would that be? Limited to the confines of the tower, never allowed to see anyone outside of immediate family. After plenty of long, solemn discussions, your parents decided that it was best for you to move away with your mom. Tony would rather see you grow to your full potential from afar than near him and weighed down by the burden of fame.

And just like that, everything suddenly makes sense to you. While you knew it would take time to grow back into a father-daughter relationship again, you also knew it was something that you were determined to accomplish someday.

After the conversation dies, you sit quietly with him for a few minutes. As you sink into the comfortable silence, a sudden thought crosses your mind, it’s urgency causing you to jump to your feet.

“Wait- how did you knew Peter and I were dating?” you blurt out, turning to look at the amusement in Tony’s eyes.

“Saw your name on the kid’s phone. It had lots of little heart emojis by it, so I assumed,” he shrugs, smirking slightly.

“Speaking of Peter, I should, uh, probably go back and talk to him,” you begin to walk down the steps, nearly making it to the doorway before Tony yells after you.

“Hey, keep it PG!” he shouts, shooting you a wink when you turn over your shoulder.

Shaking your head, you try to wipe away the smile creeping up on your face as you turn back around and make your way back to the boy you love.

Once back in the living room, you’re surprised to find that Peter is nowhere to be seen. You’re about to pull out your phone and give him a call when suddenly, you’re attacked with a hug from behind, a yelp falling from your mouth.

“Peter!” you laugh, melting into his arms, “You scared me!”

“Mmm,” he mumbles, giving you a tight squeeze before letting go and spinning you around to look you in the eyes, “Where’d you run off to?”

“I, uh, talked to my dad,” you explain, finding it a bit odd to call him Dad after so long.

His gaze softens as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “And how’d it go?”

“Pretty good, actually,” you admit, a bit surprised yourself by how smoothly it went.

“Listen, I never apologized for earlier,” he says quietly, guilt shining in his eyes, “It was wrong of me to ever say those things-”

“Shh,” you put a finger to his lips, “Yes, you may have said some things you shouldn’t have, but you were rightfully upset and I know you didn’t mean them. I’m sorry for hiding this from you for so long. Even if Tony and I weren’t talking, you still had a right to know about my past, because it’s what makes me who I am today.”

“But-”

“No buts, Peter. We’re both at fault here. Communication is key, and we both kinda failed in that area. We can talk more about this tomorrow if you want, but I’m exhausted and in need of some ice cream. Care to join me?”

Smiling, you grab his hand and try to pull him in the direction of the elevator. Instead, you were jerked backwards, shooting him a glare when you realize that he has planted his feet into the ground to prevent you from going any further.

“Actually, I have a much more efficient way of getting there….” he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist and carrying you over to the balcony outside.

“Peter, oh my god, I am NOT going to do this- AAAAA!” you scream and close your eyes as he jumps over the edge, letting your bodies fall. Your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders as he holds you close, swinging from building to building with ease. (You could’ve sworn you felt him laugh at you.)

Before you knew it, your shrieks of terror turn into shouts of glee as the wind rushes by your face. Peter assumes that you’ve gotten used to the sensation of flying through the air as he takes a quick glance at your now open eyes and wide smile. However, the real reason you’re no longer afraid was because of a single thought that crosses your mind as your hair whips around your face.

Nothing, not even swinging high above the city in the dead of night, was as scary as losing the people you loved most.

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Carlisle Cullen/Charlie Swan - NSFW

A03 fanfic, pretty much just kinky shit but in a human AU where Carlisle is younger than Charlie. Please read, por favor.

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There was one hand, tight in his hair, pulling at his scalp and sending wonderful spikes of pleasure down his body; and another stroking hard at his dick, Charlie's rough, callusesd fingers felt like heaven compared to the smoothness of his skin and when he squeased and massaged the base of his member; it was all Carlisle could do to not to weep in arousal. The combination of the gorgeous friction, with the push and pull of Charlie inside him, Carlisle wanted to push back on him, moan, beg, he just needed more.

"Ga-uh, fuck" his breathless voice rung out.

"You like that baby?" The gruffness and deep tone to his voice did so many things to Carlisle's body. The only response he managed was a strangled moan as Charlie's dick thrust up harder against his prostate; the wave of pleasure reverberated up and down his spine and spread out across his groin to make his painfully erect dick pulsate in need.

His pale body was so open and exposed, the hand in his hair was pulling his neck back so that Carlisle was almost leant on Charlie's shoulder, he had his thighs pinned against the counter and legs spread wide to allow him to take Charlie even deeper inside of him. And God, he was pounding so hard that he feared he would be fucked through the wall. Then Charlie was groaning, deep. "Feels so good" he practically whispered.

Charlie was just as affected by this as Carlisle, the tight heat clenching around his dick was almost too good, like at all times he was halfway between wanting to push and fuck Carlisle so hard; and wanting to hold back so he didn't finish too early. Also, when he slowed down, Carlisle let out these wonderfully desperate moans for more and that power when straight to Charlie's dick.

Carlisle's soft voice, elevated with a British twinge, was utterly sinful; and now he was getting close his breath came more ragged, and his speech even more incomprehensible. Even more "oh yeah", "fuck" and "oh Gods" were spewing from his mouth as Charlie picked up the pace again; hammering against the bundle of nerves inside him and gripping hard as he stroked Carlisle's leaking cock.

"Charlie" he breathed out "gonna cu- christ, gonna cum"

And with that, Charlie pulled away. His hand dropped to his side and his hips stilled so that he was fully inside Carlisle, but stationary.

"Not yet" he commanded.

"Bu- hnh. Please" Carlisle moaned as he thrust his ass back towards him. An action that earned him a sharp tug at his hair and caused Charlie to "tsk".

There was a sliding of skin and a groan as Charlie's hips retreated and he exited Carlisle's body; the hand releasing its grip and going to rest on Carlisle's side. Carlisle was practically flung around so that the two men were face to face, a large hand softly stroked his cheek, "so pretty" the compliment brought a blush to Carlisle's cheeks.

Where Charlie's hand moved along his face his skin felt alight, he was so aware of every move and sensation and his chest was heaving up and down in a steady rhythm, however; the deliciously painful tug of hair being pulled caused that rhythm to stop and made his breath become ragged and fast.

Charlie had pulled his head back so far so that his neck was fully exposed and Carlisle was grasping at the surface behind him, Charlie chuckled at the desperation; an extra pull had him weak and weeping for more. Then Charlie leant towards him, Carlisle's eyes were black with arousal, his lips began to press kisses into the side of his neck and up around his ear.

A tight, drawn out moan escaped Carlisle's mouth when he felt a single finger run a line along the underside of his shaft and flick the head upwards.

When the younger man's hips started searching for friction he thrust his thigh between his legs and watched as Carlisle whimpered and moaned breathlessly at the contact; the drag and pull on the surface of his thigh created amazing friction and he could feel his dick twitch and pulse against the bare skin, unfortunately for him Charlie only allowed him to drag himself across his upper leg a few more times, just enough to get him closer to the edge, before pulling his leg back and placing both hands on Carlisle's shoulders and applying subtle pressure. The frustrated groan that left his lips when Charlie pulled away brought a slight smile to the older man's mouth.

Carlisle took the hint and gracefully dropped to his knees in front of him. A pink tongue darted out to wet his lips, all the while keeping eye contact with Charlie, who's hands rested one on the base of his skull and the other on his left shoulder; Carlisle got started on sucking down Charlie's thick, hard cock.

"That's it. Fuck... Good boy" the encouragements tumbled from Charlie's lips whilst Carlisle's worked on taking his cock in and out of his mouth, running his tongue up and down the shaft and lightly grazing his teeth across the skin occasionally.

Carlisle's hands held onto Charlie's thighs as he bobbed his head up and down and tried to take in as much of the 9 inches as he could without gagging. He tightened his lips and swallowed him down, the could hear Charlie's heightened breathing and occasional groan from above him.

Charlie knew he wasnt going to last much longer, and as Carlisle's eager mouth made it incredibly difficult for him to hold off, he stopped trying.

"Just like that...fuck yeah...christ" a list of expletives and moans alerted Carlisle to the fact that Charlie was near the edge and so worked faster, using his tongue to guide his lips down his shaft and sucked so hard around him. Soon enough the hand that held on to the base of Carlisle's head was pushing him forward and his hips were shaking; he shouted out as he came fast down Carlisle's throat.

The younger man was soon pulled off his dick and yanked to his feet; before being turned around and bent over. A light slap placed against his ass caused him to gasp and turn red, his body buckled in pleasure from the sting.

Charlie, upon being extremely pleased with the reaction he got from the other man, slapped him again, with slightly more power, on the other cheek. Carlisle yelped and moaned, his dick was so, so hard and leaking.

"Hmm, do you like it when I spank you?" Carlisle's face reddened even more, a mixture of lust and embarrassment. He didn't even answer the question, just pushed his ass back slightly closer towards Charlie.

I'll take that as a yes he said to himself before landing another smack against Carlisle's right cheek, revelling in the choked off moan and red mark it produced. Maybe another time.

A single finger danced across the crack on Carlisle's ass, dipping slightly towards his little pink hole before pushing inside gradually. Charlie bit back a moan at the feeling, "still wet for me baby" he murmured, half to himself. Before he even realised his finger was pumping in and out Carlisle was whimpering and gasping. Soon another finger joined and the pace at which he was thrusting increased.

"Tell me where it feels good" he demanded.

Those fingers crooked upwards and searched for that bundle of nerves and then Carlisle was moaning "there, there there oh my god"

"Here?" He asked, smirking, before fingering that spot with such vigor that his hand was slowly becoming numb but he didnt care, because Carlisle was moaning and he was touching him.

Charlie was pushing his fingers in fast, at a really hard pressure against that particular spot and Carlisle felt light headed and high, and Charlie's fingers were menacing. Carlisle went to touch himself but Charlie grabbed both his wrists with his free hand and held them behind his back.

"No, you're only gonna cum from my fingers"

The demanding tone to his voice, along with the pressure against his prostate had Carlisle completely debauched and ruined. His hips, however; kept moving forward, humping the air to try and gain friction.

"Can you do that for me baby? Be a good boy and cum for me" the praises and the pet names, Carlisle was sure he was gonna explode and he was so close, practically dangling off the edge and all he needed was a tiny push and then...

"oh god, unh yeah please dont stop, fuck, yes, gonna cum please"

...everything went white as stars exploded behind his eyelids, his orgasm hit his entire body and the floor beneath his feet seemed as though it was spinning.

"Easy easy, you're okay" Charlie's voice, now soft, was barely audible to his ears, his strong arms swept him up and placed Carlisle down on his bed before he planted a kiss on his glistening forehead.

Carlisle awoke with a pleasant ache in his muscles and a glass of water on his nightstand, propt up against said glass was a piece of paper reading:

"Morning.

Had to go down to the station.

Make sure you get plenty of fluids ;)

C x"

The young man simply smiled and rolled onto his back.

End.

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