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[liridi]

Once there were four children

[mommieswithmuscles]

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

Title: Sugar Free (5)

Part Four

You and Ellie wake the next morning to furious pounding on her door. You groan as the strap slips out with a loud pop. "Sorry, sorry" Ellie whispers, tossing the strap on the bed as she's hurriedly dressing. You follow suit, taking a few spare glances at her ass or tits as you're right behind her at the door.

Jesse and Joel are stood impatient. "Grab your rations and let's go, we're late. You're lucky Maria is still organizing teams." Joel chastises. Jesse nods along before jogging towards the mess hall. You and Abby dropped off a rush load the night before, prior to her walking you to her house.

You split off from them so you can start on the breakfast load. Abby is inside when you get there. "Sorry, I got the key from Maria-" you cut off her rushed, clearly nervous sentence.

"Abs it's ok, why are you here instead of at the mess hall?" You cup her face in your hands.

"I wanted to see you first." Her lips crash on yours. "Some of the guys talked about dying, and I couldn't risk not getting to kiss you first."

"Babygirl, you're strong. And so is everyone you're going with. Focus out there. Keep your head with the group." You kiss her again. And again. And after a long while of sucking on her tongue you let her go. "Good luck out there. I'll be here with food, and hot chocolate, and tea as soon as you ride through those gates." As soon as she turns you grab her bicep and kiss her again. "For good measure," you watch her leave.

-

"Ellie, Jesse, Joel, Tommy, and Dina. You're the group leaders. Please line up." Maria is standing at the gates with all of the scouts in camp. A few riders went out early to get a rough scale of the horde. "Pick your riders and I'll give you trails."

Each leader has six riders behind them. Abby is with Ellie, she was chosen first among the crowd. A lot of the younger or newer scouts are spread through Joel and Jesse, Tommy and Dina taking intermediates with Ellie.

"Ellie, you're going far west then to the north. You're going to take care of the middle. Joel, you're going to follow Ellie and try and drag some of the horde away. Your group will deal with that bunch. I want Jesse to also follow, but you're taking the south west clutch. Dina, mirror Joel on the east. Tommy, mirror Jesse. I'm going straight to the front and cleaning up with my crew once they're back from scouting." The leaders are all circled around the table, marking their routes on smaller versions of Maria's guide map. "Communicate clearly. Ellie, Joel, and Dina. You leave first as soon as we get the run down. The rest of us will wait until my command."

-

The scouts come through with urgency. They hop off their horses and go to Maria, each one holding their own crude but mostly effective maps. "There's a hundred, maybe two?" One of the scouts says, his map is on the table first. "I did a full circle around. They're most dense here near the lake, but they're more split and scattered around the city. Look outs were all instructed to stay put and clean up after we take care of the large mass."

"Excellent." Maria makes rough sketches on the map, circling bits and labeling with names. "Does this look achievable?"

"As hopeful as we can get," the rider confirms.

-

Abby follows close behind Ellie, going to the ski lodge where Joel and Tommy found her. "Holy shit. did I bring this here?"

"No, not you. Migration. We do this often enough to know the difference. If you brought them, it would have been maybe ten? I don't see it being more than twenty. If anything you got lucky and caught inside before they had the chance to properly group." Once they spot stragglers, Ellie halts. "We take the horses to the look out then watch for Dina and Jesse. After they start pulling we start clearing. Everyone ready?"

-

"Camp must be empty," the pair of girls turn to address Ellie. "I'm Cat," the one who spoke introduces herself to Abby.

"I'm June," the other girl speaks up.

"Abby," Abby nods to them.

June turns around but Cat keeps her attention on the small crew huddled around her. "Shouldn't someone built like Abby," Cat addresses Ellie, "be set with Dina? Size balance and all that?"

"She has Quentin and Salem with her, she's good." Ellie answers.

"Weren't they supposed to go to Joel's look out?" June asks, turning around. Ellie tilts her head.

"What do you mean? Who's there now?" Ellie points out the window.

"No one as far as I know," June goes for the radio. "Maria this is Creek Trail, over."

"Creek Trail what's your status? Over." Maria's voice comes through.

"Who is stationed at Joel's look out? Over." There's a long period of silence.

"No one, there's no one. Over." Maria's voice is grim.

"Dina!" Ellie gasps, rushing to the door. "Someone needs to go! Someone needs to-"

"Come with me Abby, you're learning a new job." Cat signals Abby to follow her. "June, I'll meet back with you after patrol. You know what to do."

-

"You won't ever go this way to the look out. Someone else will take you the proper route next time." Cat guides Abby.

"Why did you leave June?"

"You saw her. She may have seemed small, but her heart, skill, and bravery all look like you. If she didn't have patrol today she would have been with Dina or Tommy."

"Why did the other patrol skip out?" Abby dismounts after Cat, tying the horse to the piping.

"No clue. If the infected don't kill them, Maria will. Follow me." Cat takes Abby to the outpost. "This is where you sign in. Initial, and date." Cat scribbles down a quick C/A before dating. "Binoculars are at the window, controls to the flood lights are under the table. Kick once. You'll see them turn on. They'll turn off if you kick again. Wait until there's movement before they turn off, though. We want them to see the signals."

"When do I know when to turn it on?" A single gunshot echoes from below them. "Sniper?"

"June. That's when you know. Go ahead." Cat readies her rifle. "That big gun you carry, is it a semi?"

"Yeah. Rifle."

"Good. Not as useful as a hunting rifle up here, but it'll be better than the pistols we're all instructed to carry." There's a beat of silence in the station after Abby turns the lights off, watching Dina and her crew move forward to clear out the infected. "Once you don't see our people anymore, go for the infected."

"Got it," Abby confirms.

"Because I stole you, I'll take picks for Ellie. Hopefully for her, Maria set out by now. Call in Dina's position, and ask for confirmation."

Abby goes to the radio. Next to it is a call sheet, and a script. "Convenient," she mutters to herself. "This is Sky Trail. Over."

"Sky Trail what's your status? Over." A man answers.

"Confirmation of... release. Over." Abby reads.

"All clean up crews are out. Over."

"Come start on stragglers." Cat calls to Abby.

-

Ellie rushes in once the flood lights turn on. Each shot is precise, swift. Her rifle lever clicks with each load of a bullet, keeping her calm, giving her something to focus on. She zeros in on the rhythm as she marks shot after shot, watching the dead bodies fall. It's like a movie to her. The main character in a final battle of life or death for a loved one. White noise as muffled shooting comes from the TV speakers. It feels like this, for a long time as she sees less and less infected and more bodies she's attempting to not trip over.

She barely registers a hand on her before whipping around and shooting, a bullet grazing the side of Abby's head. "Maria said to pull out! Your crew is done! Jesse and Dina are also going back to camp!" It's shouted over the now clear infected screams, and gunshots. Ellie's ears ring for a new reason now.

"The wounded are leaving with Joel, and Tommy's gathering the horses! Do you have yours?"

"Yeah, she's just up-" Abby's cut off by her own scream as a Clicker grabs her, chomping at her throat. Her arm can barely hold it back as Ellie shoots it off her. Scratches are present on her collar, and another bullet graze is bleeding down her jaw.

"Let's go before we die here!" Ellie follows Abby to her horse. Tree limbs, and underbrush cling to their skin and clothes as they clamber through the snow. Abby unties the horse so they can escape.

-

"Cat radioed in, go to medical." The stable boy directs.

"Yessir," Ellie mockingly solutes.

-

You run to medical after leaving the special rations with the young kids to help pass out to crew members as they swarm in few at a time. You had watched Ellie and Abby come on the same horse, both bloody and worse for ware.

"Hey you," Ellie greets first. "Long time no see."

"It's been most of today, Els." You agree with her, walking into her open legs and outstretched arms. "Maria ordered the big cart not long after you rode in. How many of ours?"

"Not sure. Few dead, lotta injured. I'm clear to go, but I'm waiting for Anderson."

"What happened to Abby?"

"Whole lotta something' but I don't know everything. I kinda sorta shot her a couple times."

"Jesus Christ Ellie!" Your eyes go wide with shock. "I know you don't have a great past, but really?"

"Hey hey, woah, slow your horses mama. Wasn't like that. She grabbed me, and I acted on instinct thinkin' she was infected. The other shot she was grabbed by the infected and I acted before thinking." You sign with relief.

"I'm glad you're both ok enough to have come home in one piece." You lean down and brush your lips against the corner of Ellie's. Her own move accordingly, turning her head to give you a proper kiss. "I'm gunna go check on her now. You know where to find hot drinks. The kids have the rations."

-

"Aren't you all pretty covered in bandages," you tease. "How was your impromptu patrol?"

"Torture. I think I made some friends though, so that was nice."

"Oh yeah?" You sit on the chair next to Abby's cot, mindlessly fidgeting with a stray piece of bandaging left on the bed. "Who did you meet?"

"June and Cat, although I spent much more time with Cat. I would like to get to know June more though."

"That's good. You could use some friends. June doesn't talk much, but if you get a few glasses of whiskey in her and take her some place quiet, she will talk your ear off." You turn your attention to the bandages on Abby's face. "This was Ellie?" You lightly run your fingers down and over the wounds.

"My fault," she owns. "She's a good shot."

"Well enough she didn't kill you," you bring her hand to your lips. Abby blushes at the contact. "So, what do you plan on doing pretty girl? I can pick you up some rations and walk you home?"

"That would be nice," she smiles softly.

-

You walk Abby home. Ellie is nowhere to be seen as you're leaving so you assume she's also home. You bring her hot chocolate and the promised rations, a few of the kids teasing you after you tell them who you're bringing them to.

"Here you are," you tell her, putting the items on the bedside table. "Start with this so the food has something to settle on." You hand her the hot chocolate.

"Thanks mom," she teases.

"If you're playing that game, I much prefer 'mama'," you wink. "But honestly, you're more than welcome."

-

As Abby eats you watch her bandages turn a darker and darker red. "Let me change these for you," you offer when she's finished.

"I appreciate it," Abby says honestly.

With careful hands, you redress the wounds. You kiss them after making sure the wrapping is secure. Her face is beet red.

"You're so beautiful," you tell her, brushing the hair from her face.

"Nah. You're the true beauty here." She's shy.

"I don't think you know what you're talking about."

"No, no you don't know what you're talking about." Her tone is petulant.

"Since you can't take a compliment," you kiss her. "Better?" Her lips crash against yours again.

You move in sync until your lips are numb and Abby's teeth create some bruises. "Much better." Abby concludes.

[lazysimp]

Dark Clouds (+18) /// Shoto x Male Reader

Click HERE to read the Fem version

Rating: Explicit 18+ Only Minors DNI

Summary:  You love Shoto more than anything but what if you were the only thing standing in between him and his dreams? Smut+Angst

A prequel to Cloud Nine.

Word count: 3k+

Warnings/tags: Angst, Blackmail, Morning Sex, Breakup, Soft Dom Shoto, Praise, Explicit sexual content, Oral sex (receiving), He/Him pronouns, All characters are adults.

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“Oh fuck Shoto! Please just a little more,” You beg, your back arching off the bed as you push his head down. Your fiancé had made it a habit to wake you up with his mouth on your cock, licking up your cum like it was his last meal.

After living together for a month you thought he would finally start to calm down but his need for you had only grown. He had barely left the apartment, deciding to take a vacation to spoil you instead of working on climbing the ranks. You tried to convince him to focus more on his career, but he would drop to his knees every time you brought it up.

“I love this pretty cock,” He groaned, swiping his tongue over your tender glands as more precum leaked from your slit. His lips closed around your tip, sucking it into his mouth while his fingers teased your tight hole.

You yelp and clench your thighs, caging in his head but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, your soft thighs against his ears sent him into a frenzy. He thrust his long fingers into you, curling them up to press against your sweet spot.

Your body bolts up, curling around his head but he continued on, never giving you an ounce of mercy. With your head directly above his, the lewd sounds of his mouth filled your ear, sending you further down the rabbit hole.

He released your cock from his mouth and moved to your hole to gather more of your addicting taste with his tongue. “My baby has such a good hole. So tight and hot, and it’s all mine.”

You let out a whine at his praise, you wanted to always belong to him. To never leave his side as he rose to meet his dreams.

He added a third lubed finger into your ass, stretching you open in preparation for his cock. You hiss at the slight burn but it fades quickly as his expert fingers began to fall in temperature, soothing the ache. He had always been so considerate during sex, always making sure you were well stretched before he ever tried to enter you.

The first time the two of you had sex was not the greatest but it was a moment in your life you would never forget. For hours he explored your body, experimenting and exploring you to understand exactly what you liked. By the end of the night, you were both absolutely exhausted, barely able to move.

His tongue returned to your cock, teasing the side of it with the tongue as his fingers continue to pump into your ass. Your breathing grows frantic and your body becomes tight as the pleasure swelled inside you. You could feel your thighs tremble around his head and your hands shake.

He smiled as your sweet hole trembled around his fingers, his baby was close. Remembering to not speed up he kept his movements consistent, listening for your little mewls to direct his touch.

As your breathing grew more labored and body tense he took you all the way into his mouth, sucking to pull every last ounce of pleasure from you. It was the final straw, he watched in awe as you fell apart. Your ass milking his fingers while your cock pulsed in his mouth with each spurt of cum.

Normally he would keep his mouth on your cock, cleaning up your orgasm with his tongue but he had to be at work in twenty minutes. Grudgingly he moved his mouth from your sex and rose to his knees. He gently slid his hands under you and flipped you over, exposing your mouthwatering ass to his view.

Holding his breath to stop from cumming, he lifted your hips up and pushed your back down. It looked as though you were presenting yourself to him. While he loved watching your face as you cum, this view definitely had its perks.

Lining his tip with your entrance he watched himself sink into you. Your cute moans filling his ears, serenading him as he bottomed out. Wanting a better view, he grabbed your ass with his large hands and spread it open, exposing your tight rosebud. He ignored your squeal of protest and started to thrust, watching you take his cock so perfectly.

Each thrust into your tight heat drove him further into insanity. He would never grow tired of this, tired of you. He still wasn’t sure how he managed to get you to agree to marry him, it still felt unreal, like someone was going to rip the floor out from under him. Something as good as you never happened to someone like him, something always messed it up.

“Shoto,” You whine, dragging him out of his thoughts. “Fuck, I need more.”

Determined to have you cum around his cock he reached around and wrapped his hand around the base of your cock. He let out a sly grin watching your body jerk as he thrust his hand, knowing the extra stimulation would send you right over the edge.

“Please, Shoto, please,” You begged, the tight coil inside your chest reeling tighter with each lazy pump of his hand. You lose the ability to speak, only moans leaving your lips.

“That’s it, that is my good boy. So perfect for me. I want you to cum on my cock while I watch,” He says hoarsely behind you. That was all it took, the spring inside you snapped sending you spiraling into oblivion.

Your toes curl in uncontrollably as you scream into the pillow, the brutal waves of pleasure crashing into you. You couldn’t even breathe as your rode out each pulsing wave. His hand did not stop milking your cock, instead teasing you through the high. Making you ride the wave as long as possible before his thrusts started to fall out of rhythm.

You lay face down into the bed, exhausted as he finally falls apart. You could feel his cock pulse inside you as his cum fills you. Once he finally finished he rolled off the top and laid next to you, pulling you into his arms.

You both lay there for a few minutes, not needing words as you recover from the morning quickie. Shoto pushed himself up on his elbows and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He then stood out of bed and started to get ready. You lie in bed and watch as he dons his uniform and smooths out his sex hair.

“I should be home for dinner today, I am only scheduled to patrol until five.”

You nod, “Do you want to go out? Mina said the new soba place was really good.”

Shoto flashed you a warm smile, “I would love that, I’ll see you tonight.”

You push up on your elbows to meet his lips for one last kiss before he leaves. No matter how many times you kissed him, he always managed to take your breath away. You bring your hand up to his cheek as he slowly pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“Please be safe.”

He tilts his head into your hand, giving you some of its weight. “Don’t worry, I promise I will always come back to you.”

You drop your hand and lay back down, watching as he leaves the confines of the bedroom, and listened for the front door to close. Slipping on one of your lazy shirts, you make your way to the kitchen. You grab a few ingredients and cook a quick breakfast, eating it while you watch the news. Thankfully there was nothing big going on in the city, only a few petty criminals.

Shoto was more capable of taking care of himself but it was hard not to worry. You knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with Shoto, but he made all the stress and worry worth it.

You sit at the small counter and eat your breakfast. You avoid scheduling anything on your days off just in case they let Shoto off early so you had nothing planned. You put your dishes in the sink and start to collect some laundry, you could at least clean up some before you rested.

A loud buzz filled the apartment signaling someone was wanting to come up. You drop off the laundry and click on the speaker. Shoto had chosen this apartment because of the added security measures in place. No one could come up to the floor without a key or explicit permission.

“Hello?” You say into the small mic, unsure who would be asking to come up. Shoto hadn’t mention anyone planning on coming over.

“Can I come up?” The deep powerful voice of Endeavor said to the mic.

For a brief moment, your heart stopped. You tried to frantically think of what to say but no words came to mind. You had only ever met him once and you had Shoto by your side. You know he does not approve of your relationship with Shoto, after all, Shoto is going to be one of the world’s strongest heroes and you were well you.

“Just a minute,” You say to buy time as you debate whether or not to call Shoto. On one hand, having him by your side would keep Endeavor in line but on the other, you should be able to handle being around your fiance’s father. After all once you get married he will be family.

You suck in a stabilizing breath and call down to the front desk to give Endeavor permission to come up. While you waited for him to arrive you run to the bedroom and quickly put on a more presentable outfit. You still wanted to call Shoto, to have his supporting hand at the small of your back as you talk to the flame hero.

Three stern knocks signaled that Endeavor had arrived. You turn the knob and ignore the dread filling your stomach, you could do this. Endeavor knew better than to hurt you, he probably just wanted to talk about your engagement.

You stood frozen in the doorway and stare at the flame hero. He did not have any of his usual fire blazing, letting you see his natural hair better. Without his flames or hero uniform, he was a lot less intimidating.

You plaster on your best smile, “Please, come in.”

He steps into your shared apartment and takes off his shoes. You smile, this was definitely a good start. You both silently make your way to the dining room and sit. You were unsure what you need to do so you sit silently and wait.

Endeavor cleared his throat, “This is a very nice place the two of you share. Shoto chose well.”

You give a cautious smile, “I do really love this apartment. I have never lived somewhere with a view as nice as this one and it is easy for both of us to get to work from here.”

Endeavor nodded, “I won’t waste any more of your time, pretending to be here for a visit. I am sure you have seen the news lately. Shoto has fallen over two spots in rank compared to last year. After evaluating his skills and performance in the field, my agency has determined that his fall in rank is due to the amount of time he is taking off.”

You stiffen in your seat, scared of where this is going to go.

“I allowed this relationship to continue as it was not worth getting Shoto upset with my interference, but this is going too far. You are ruining his chances at becoming the number one hero.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “Excuse me!”

Endeavor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small booklet. He opens it to reveal a single check. He pushes it over to you, the box for the amount was blank.

“You fill out how much you want to leave this relationship.”

“You can’t be serious, what kind of person do you think I am?”

Endeavor’s face held no emotion, “How much?”

Your face twists in anger, “Fuck you! I’m not leaving Shoto, not for any amount of money. You can take this check and shove it-”

“If you do not leave I will be forced to take action.”

A rush of fear runs through you, “What do you mean?”

Endeavor sighed, “I let Shoto leave my agency with the understanding that he would still work to climb his way to the top. He is no longer doing this. If he continues like this I will have to call up the agency he is working at and have him removed from their staff.”

“Removed, you mean fired. You will have him fired because he is going to marry me?” Your throat began to grow tight as the world started to close in around you.

“I am going to have him removed because he can’t do his job properly and be with you.”

You begin to shake, “And how is that going to help him become the number one hero?”

“Simple, he will have to come work for me again. Under my influence, he will take over the number one spot in no time.”

“You know he hates working for you. He loves the agency he is working at, you would rip that way from him?”

Endeavor’s flames started to sprout, “I have seen too many heroes with potential never amount to anything because of relationships like yours. I will be damned if the same happens to Shoto.”

“So I will talk to Shoto about not taking as much time off.” You try to reason.

Endeavor shakes his head, “It is far too late for that. It is not just me who is taking notice to his slacking. If he continues to behave the way he is, I won’t even need to make the call to have him removed. If you want him to not have to work for me you will leave him or all of this will be your fault.”

Endeavor stands to his full height, “After today if I see you anywhere with him he will come to work for me whether he wants to or not.”

He leaves you to sit alone in the apartment. You sit still in your chair, unsure what to think. How could a morning that started so perfect end up like this? You somehow managed not to cry, too focused on figuring out what to do.

You know Shoto loved you, he made sure to tell you almost every day, but could he love you if it meant he had to do something he hated? He loved working at the agency with Inasa and others. The time he spent working under his dad was some of the most miserable of his life.

The entire reason the two of you even met was that he went out with his friends to celebrate finally leaving his father’s agency. How could you ask him to stay with you if it meant returning to misery?

With no one to turn to you flip on the tv, needed background noise as you try to find a solution. You could not ask Mina or Kirishima for help, they would spill to Shoto the minute you told them. If he even caught a hint at what was going on he would go berserk.

You had only ever seen him mad once when a fan tried to throw something at you. His entire demeanor changed from quiet and calm into a simmering rage. He would have easily laid out the fan but you somehow managed to calm him enough to convince him to go home. He had spent hours fucking you to get out his rage. By the time he was back to normal your entire body was covered in hickeys and bruises.

You shake your head to clear your mind of, this was not time to think about sex. You look around the apartment you share with Shoto and feel tears begin to well in your eyes. You didn’t want to leave him. Being with him these past few months had been the happiest of your life. You had never loved someone like you loved him.

Could you live with yourself if you had to watch the beautiful light in his eyes fade if he worked for Endeavor? In the dark of night, Shoto would confide in you about his childhood. How his father only saw him as a tool to overcome All Might. If you stayed with him he would have to be around that mindset every day.

Shoto deserved happiness, even if it was not with you. He was young and handsome, he could easily find someone else. You know it will be hard on him but you could not live with yourself if you had to watch him grow to be miserable.

You lift your chin up, you had to break up with Shoto, it was the only option.

You turn to the bedroom and grab a duffel bag you used moving in. You had to move your stuff out before he got home. You know if he had time he would be able to convince you to stay.

You haphazardly pack away your clothes, not bothering to fold the piles as you shove them into the bag. You would only be able to pack a bag without a car to move.

The small click of a lock stopped you dead in your tracts. No, he wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another hour. The bag drops out of your fingers and you run to the living room. He was standing in the kitchen with the fridge open. He did always get hungry after patrol.

He turned his head at the sound of your footsteps and smiled. Your heart finally broke in half, you were never going to have this again. Deep sobs tore up your throat and before you could stop them fat tears began to fall.

Shoto’s face filled with panic and he rushed over to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice filled with panic.

This only makes you cry harder, you didn’t want to do this. The weight of your loss grew stronger as his hold tightened.

“W-we have to break up,” You incoherently sob into his chest.

“Baby, I don’t understand what you are saying, can you look at me?” He gently bruised his hand up your forehead pushing your head back so he could look into your eyes.

Your lower lip trembles but you somehow manage to speak, “I am calling off the engagement, I can’t do this anymore.”

You watch as his face drops, his eyes wide with confusion, “Baby, what are you talking about? What is wrong, did something happen when I was gone?”

You shake your head, “I can’t do this anymore.” Lie. “Being with you is exhausting.” Lie. “I thought you were the one but I was wrong.” Lies, lies, lies. You hate every word that comes from your lips but this had to hurt. You had to make him hate you, it was the only way.

He drops the arms that once held you close to him, “I don’t, I don’t understand? We were fine this morning, what happened?” His blue eyes were glossy with unfallen tears.

You wrapped your arms tight around your waist for mock comfort. “I-I have been thinking about this since you proposed, I can’t handle dating a hero it is too much stress. I am m-miserable.”

Watching Shoto struggle to speak as he processed what you said hurt more than just ripping your own heart out.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner? Why did you let this go on for so long if you felt that way?”

You shake your head, “I thought I would get used to it, but it has only gotten worse.”

“But this morning and every day before that you never said anything. You seemed happy.” He turned his back to you and walked towards the kitchen.

“Why now? What changed?”

You needed to end this before he asked any more questions, you let thick walls close around your heart and go for the kill, “Because I don’t love you anymore.”

His entire face crumbles as if you had stabbed him. Unable to look at him any longer you grab your duffel from the bedroom. You take one last look at the bedroom, the bed still a mess after this morning.

The weight of your loss was so suffocating you couldn’t even breathe as you walk past Shoto. He stood still in the living room unmoving in shock. He blinked strongly a few times like he was trying to wake up from a terrible nightmare.

You reach the front door “I am going to stay at Mina’s if you need anything. I’m so sorry Shoto.”

This was for the best, he could receiver from losing you. You were only in his life for a few months but his dream of being a hero had been lifelong. This breakup will only be a road bump in his journey to success. You knew he will reach the top, it just won’t be with you.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Dream smut or fluff where reader and him are high key mean to eachotjer despite having so many mutual friends, but then something (very vague i know I’m sorry) makes them have to get close and the develop feelings? Sorry I’m shit at requests but thank you!!!

i know this is shitty im sorry akjsdh bls forgive me

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑. ♘ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

± warnings: dream being a dick, slight slut shaming, toxic behavior, vulgar/suggestive mentions and language, sexual harassment on a bus (not by dream, you can breathe)

⋆ song recommendation: When the Night is Over by Lord Huron

You pulled a blanket beneath your chin, yawning slightly at whatever the tv was playing. You only had it on in an attempt to drown out the noises coming from your roommate's bedroom as she smoozed her date. You were honestly shocked the two hadn’t moved in together yet with all the time they spent wrapped up.

Her door opened, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of you sprawled out on the couch. He marched toward you quietly, hovering over your shoulder. You peered up at her hesitantly. “What are you watching?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper. You furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to speak but she hurriedly cut you off. “Do you mind watching it at Nick’s instead?”

You raised your eyebrows. “You’re kicking me out again?” She gave you an apologetic smile, making you roll your eyes as you stood up and pulled on your jacket. “This would hurt less if they also paid rent,” you mumbled, with a small glare.

She thanked you repeatedly, holding onto your arm as you gathered what little belongings you needed for the night. “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” she courted, opening the door for you. “Tomorrow, dinner’s on me okay?” You sent her a tired look and she apologized again. She stopped you as you stepped out into the cold night, leaning through the space between the door and the frame. “Maybe you can cozy up to that Clay guy? You guys have such a good vibe,” she mocked, making you chuckle lightly.

You shook your head, waving to her. “Enjoy your night. Please, for the love of God, clean the bathroom afterward,” you called, hearing her laugh at your statement.

The bus ride was quiet due to the time of night and the weather, both of which you didn’t mind. You knew Nick’s house would be warm and loud. Before you knew it, you found yourself in front of his apartment door, kicking at the concrete ground as you heard someone stumbling to let you inside. The door opened swiftly, Clay’s large frame blocking the light from the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe mockingly as he looked at you.

He wet his lips. “Who’s the lucky guy tonight?” He joshed.

You rolled your eyes, brushing past his body to get out of the cold. “Whoever’s dick you’re not sucking, I guess,” you quipped back, making him laugh darkly. You kicked off your shoes as he shut the door. “Where’s Sapnap?” You asked, shrugging off your jacket. You’d texted him ahead of time to ask if you could stay over, which he readily agreed to.

Clay sent you a smug look. “You guys have a fun night planned?” He made a gesture with his hand to insinuate you were there to give Nick a handjob.

You bit back a chuckle. “Why? You wanna join?” You shot back. He bit his lip and moaned pornographically.

“Cut it out, Dream,” Nick grumbled as he walked into the room. He pulled on your arm to follow him.

Dream scoffed exasperatedly. “Me? I’m not the one who started it!” He called after the two of you.

As Nick pushed you out of the room, you turned your head. “You most certainly did!” You answered. You heard him chuckle at your words as Nick shut the door to his room. You plopped down on his bed as he sat in his chair, swiveling to look at you. “Why does Dream pick at me so much?” You mumbled, fishing in your pockets for your phone.

“He’s jealous,” Nick answered absent-mindedly. “What's the date look like tonight?” He asked, referring to the reason you were there in the first place. This wasn’t the first time or the last time your roommate had kicked you out. It was becoming a more frequent occurrence for you to end up on Nick’s couch or at their place in the middle of the day with your toothbrush and a change of clothes.

You moved to lean into his pillows. “I don’t know, it's the same granola fucker she’s been hanging around,” you answered.

He rubbed his chin with a slight smirk. “There’s a subtle justice to knowing she’s still with that asshat,” he commented, making you snort.

A week later, you were on your way back to your apartment after a lecture when someone felt you up. It was the straw on the camel’s back for you as you spin around to smack the guy, stirring up a few of the bystanders. You’d walked the rest of the way home, stepping through the door to be met with your roommate and her hookup twisted together in the kitchen.

You clamped your hand over your eyes, mumbling about how you just wanted to take a nap when you were once again sent to Nick’s. You let subtle tears fall as you trudged your way across the city, hoping to get out whatever darkness you had to your attitude. The last thing you wanted to do was confront Clay looking like you did. He was like the troll with the keys to the bridge. That was really the only reason the two of you ever talked, so you knew he’d be waiting to berate you before you could get to Nick.

As you walked into the building, you spotted Clay carrying a large box, his hair slightly disheveled and his hands dirty. You knew almost instantly that he was probably attempting to fix the kitchen sink and got a call because of the size of the package. That sink had been dripping since they’d moved in, making it Clay’s mission to futz around with it every Friday afternoon. You tried helping him one time, only ending up with a deflated sense of confidence and the second wave of your childhood anger issues.

He nodded at you as you held the elevator door open for him. “What’s up, babycakes?” He chirped, popping his gum. When you hesitated to answer, he looked at you fully, scoffing. “Damn, walk of shame gone sour?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, inhaling deeply to try and calm your nerves. “I’m not really in the mood today,” you muttered, tucking your hands between your back and the wall.

He snorted, setting the box down between his feet. “You’re always in the mood! Isn’t that like your thing,” he continued to jeer. “You look like you had a fun night though-”

“Clay, stop. I’m serious,” barked at him. His expression twisting at your use of his name.

He raised his hands in mock defense. “Sorry, I thought we had---like a bit thing, um-” he cut himself off, awkwardly shoving his fists in his pockets. After a beat of silence between the two of you, the elevator came to a sharp halt on the wrong floor, the light switching to red. The two of you shared a look, knowing that the landlord was probably flipping the wrong switches again. Clay texted Nick to see what was going on.

It began to grow colder in the elevator, as it usually did. When it was off, the cold from outside usually seeped in through the elevator shaft. There was one time you were stuck in the elevator for a few hours with one of your neighbors and Karl when he had come to visit. Back then, the three of you played Uno on the guy’s phone. It was also summer, so the chill creeping up your legs wasn’t as intolerable as it was now.

You rubbed the arms of your sweater in hopes of generating some kind of warmth. Clay watched you carefully, his hands moving to grip the bar behind him. “Do you want my sweatshirt?” He offered. You shook your head, sliding onto the ground and hugging your knees to your chest. He hesitantly slumped down beside you, kicking his long legs out towards the door. The red light filling the space made his features look softer.

He nudged your arm gently with his own. “I know I’m not Sapnap, but…” he chewed on the inside of his cheek, shrugging slightly, “I mean, we’re stuck in here. We can talk about it.”

You blinked away the tears threatening to spill once again, your eyes burning and tired. “I haven’t slept with him, you know?” You stated, turning to look at him briefly before moving to sit cross-legged, planning with your fingers. “I’ve never even kissed him. I’ve never kissed anyone,” you scoffed. Clay was silent, but out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you intently.

Being this close to him, you could smell the smoky vanilla undertones of his cologne. The scent reminded you of a masculine version of the candle your aunt always burned when she went out for a night to spite her ex-husband.

Clay leaned his head back against the wood paneling, his soft blond hair flattening in the back to spread against the wall. You swallowed, sighing slightly. “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet and I’m getting groped on the bus and kicked out of my damn apartment because my roommate and her fucking boyfriend have to hook up on every surface. Nothing is sacred.” You shook your head, wiping away some stray tears with the back of your hand and sniffling pathetically. “You can keep making slut jokes, I don’t care. But I swear to God, I haven’t done anything with Sapnap. Or Karl, or Quackity. No one.”

He chuckled softly. “I know. That’s why I used to make those jokes,” he mumbled. “It was like… ironic humor. And then it got so far that the only way I knew you’d talk back to me was if I was fucking around with you,” he admitted. You chuckled slightly at his words, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, Dream,” you sighed. “I would have hooked up with you if you weren’t such an ass,” you chided. His laugh made you feel better. He held his hand out to you, more for support than anything, but as you laced your fingers with his, your heart eased, feeling safe beside him.

After a beat of silence, he spoke up again. "I can ride the bus with you now... if you want..." He offered, a shyness that seemed so foreign to his character shown through his eyes. "I promise I won't grope you," he joshed, making you roll your eyes.

"That's really not something we should be joking about," you mumbled, wiping away the rest of your tears on your sleeve.

His thumb brushed against the back of your hand soothingly. "I mask my awkwardness around you in dark humor. I'm sorry."

[ignitedbynatsu]

He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Sting

A/N: Final-fucking-ly. excuse my language. You have no idea how long I’ve been playing with this idea in my head and just not being able to write it out. It was horrible. I hope you like it! I’ll try to post some more stuff the upcoming week but I can’t promise anything since everything is a bit overwhelming lately. Thank you for all the love and support! Don’t hesitate to drop me a request as well or just come and say hi 🥰

Warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel like you’re overdramatic), swearing, wounds

Genre: angst to fluff

Other versions:

Gray ~ Laxus ~ Cobra/Erik ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel ~ Natsu ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Rogue

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"Is that really all you got, Yukino" you taunted the girl as a smug look was plastered on your face. The celestial mage was panting heavily in front of you. She had come to you a couple of weeks ago to learn how to wield a sword since she felt useless in a battle when she didn't have her keys. You happily agreed to it, seeing it as an opportunity to train more.

She charged at you, holding the diamond sword you made earlier diagonally in front of her face, ready to strike but at the same ready to block any attack that comes her way, just like you taught her.

You swiftly moved away, spinning on your feet in the progress as you slowly formed diamond armour around your body. You wanted to practise closer combat without your sword, which is why you were so focused on your defence. You knew you wouldn't always be able to rely on your sword skills, so this was the perfect moment to practice. 

Nobody doubted for a second the fact that you were an excellent swordswoman,it was the exact reason why Yukino came to you in the first place. But you could get overconfident, resulting in you slacking your moves and getting careless, and that's exactly what happened

Your back was still facing the celestial mage as you took your time, presuming she wouldn't be able to recover that quickly after you swept her feet from underneath her. But you were wrong, resulting in Yukino getting a direct hit on you. Unbeknownst to her, she hit you in your blind spot which was right in between shoulder blades. It was the spot where your armour was the weakest.

You fell forward, immediately forming a dome made out of diamond around you in an attempt to shield you from any following attempts.

 Yukino gasped at your reaction, knowing you only made that move when you were hurt badly "(Y/N)! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

You let the shield crumble down again, making you visible to your friend. Placing a knee on the ground and pushing yourself up, you winced at the burning sensation. "It's fine, I was careless. It's not your fault"

Your reassuring words didn't ease the worry that was swimming through Yukino's mind "I'll go get some stuff to clean it up"

"No, it's fine, I'll go get it myself in a bit." You stopped the girl from running away as you stood up straight in an attempt to show her you were fine "you are progressing really fast"

"It's all thanks to you. Are you sure you don't need me to check up on your wound?" She offered again.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. Maybe I'll try roping Sting into pampering me. That way he'd at least has done something useful today" you attempted to joke to make the younger mage feel better, and it was a success as a small chuckled left her lips. "Let's go back shall we"

Once back, the stinging sensation had still not died down. In fact, it only got worse.

"Sting" you whined as you leaned your head against your boyfriend's shoulder.

He chuckled at your childishness as he turned to look at you "yes, my love?"

"I got badly hurt during training with Yukino" you pouted "can you take a look at it?"

A chuckle left his lips once again "sure drama queen, where is it?"

"I'm not being a drama queen" you stepped away from him, the pout was still evident on your face but this time it was paired with your scrunched eyebrows.

"Of course you're not" sarcasm dripping from the words that just left his mouth.

"What do mean by that?" Your lips were now tightly pressed together, forming a straight line. You were now standing directly in front of him with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Remember that time you thought Rogue got kidnapped while he just overslept?" Sting explained, but you were quick to defend yourself "in my defence, Rogue had never once overslept."

"Fine, what about that time I twisted my ankle and thought I had broken it for sure" the crease between your eyebrows deepened as he kept listing situations "or that time you thought some guy was harassing Minerva while they were just out on a date?"

"I was just worried" you mumbled as you recalled more encounters where you were indeed overdramatic.

  "All I'm saying is, you tend to enlarge things. That's why I'm pretty sure that it's only a scratch, after all, Yukino just learned how to handle a sword. There's no way she could've hit you, the best swordswoman of our guild, that hard. But if you want I could still look at the wittle wound" he cooed at you, unknowingly worsening your mood.

"No. It's fine. I'm probably just being overdramatic again" the coldness that was latched to your words, send shivers down the guild master's spine, but before he could even muster an apology, you had turned on your heels and left to go home.

That night when Sting came home, he apologized and told you he didn't mean to make you feel that way. However, his words felt shallow, leaving nothing but an empty promise to be better.

The following days, the burning sensation only got worse, but you kept telling yourself that it was nothing. It was probably only a scratch just like Sting said.

Ignoring the pain, you kept going on about your days like normal. You kept making mental notes to not get swallowed by the worry for your guildmates and blow everything out of proportion. You absolutely did not want to be known as the girl who cried wolf.

Nobody seemed to notice, at least, so you thought. The boy in the shadows that liked observing more than talking to people noticed every small change from the moment Sting called you overdramatic.

It's why he wasn't surprised when Sting called him one morning, panic coated every word he spoke "Rogue! (Y/N) isn't waking up! I don't know what happened! Shit! Rogue! Help! What do I do?"

"Get her to the hospital as soon as possible, I'll meet you there" he replied in a much calmer voice. He knew he'd make matters only worse if he'd let his own worry shine through.

Sting had successfully brought you to the hospital in under ten minutes, Rogue shortly arrived after you two.

"I don't know what happened... She seemed fine yesterday…" Sting trailed off as the twin dragon slayers were seated next to your hospital bed.

"Did she really though?" Rogue sighed which earned him a questioning look from the blonde " (Y/N) hasn't been herself for almost a week"

"What do you mean? She seems perfectly normal to me?" Sting's gaze averted from his friend to you as he tried to recall any odd behaviour, but nothing came to mind.

A heavy sigh left the raven-haired mage again "ever since you called her overdramatic, she's been acting more distant, being less expressive. I think you hit a nerve when you said those words"

Sting was quick to defend himself "it can't be that. I apologized that night, and she told me it was nothing, that she didn't care"

"Whatever you say" he mumbled as he noticed your hand twitching.

Sting quickly grasped that same hand and waited patiently for you to open yours, while anticipation filled his. "I'll go get a doctor"

Rogue re-entered with a doctor sooner after, once you were fully awake " Ah, miss (L/N) good to see you awake"

You nodded your head awkwardly before she continued "you had a nasty looking cut between your shoulder blades, were you aware of that?"

"Yes," you mumbled as you fiddled with your finger, afraid to make eye contact with anyone.

The doctor sighed as she put the clipboard down "there was an infection spreading from that wound due to pieces of diamond stuck in it. Had you waited any longer, you would have died. Why didn't you come sooner"

You felt incredibly small as all eyes were looking at you, waiting for you to respond "I didn't think it was that bad. I didn't want to seem overdramatic"

As soon as the last word rolled off your tongue, Sting's eyes grew wide in realization. Rogue was right. "We'll give you a moment"

"(Y/N)" you refused to meet his eyes, even when he grabbed your hand to stop you from fiddling, so he tried again but with a more stern tone this time "(Y/N) look at me"

You did as he requested and wished you could sink into the darkness as Rogue could right there and then. The hurt and disappointment that were swimming in his eyes made your gut wrench as you never intended to upset him "why didn't you say anything?"

"You said that I was being a drama queen and that there was probably nothing to be worried about, so I assumed that it was just that, me being my overdramatic self" you explained, your eyes averting again to your fingers that were now intertwined with Sting.

"I thought I told you I didn't mean that" he frowned at the fact that you didn't even dare to look at him.

"But you were right!" You explained fed up as frustration tears started to form in the corner of your eyes "I am overdramatic. I blow everything out of proportion. I am just a burden that brings unnecessary stress into everyone's lives"

"Okay stop that. First of all, you are not a burden, nobody thinks that so stop it. Second of all, I am really really sorry that I made you doubt yourself. You're not overdramatic, well maybe a little, but it's not a bad thing. It shows how much you care about all of us. I'd rather have you blow things out of proportion than minimalize it and have bad things happen like this" he explained.

"You really think so?" You ask, your watery eyes finally meeting his.

"I know so. I am so sorry for making you feel so insecure about yourself. That was never my intention, please forgive me" he pleaded.

"I forgive you, I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner about the wound" you reply as you kissed his hand.

"It's alright. Now get some rest, my love. I'll be here when you wake up"

[defdreamz]

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authors note x2. i rlly love this one !! this is the 4th time i wrote it, and i rlly like this version !! thanks to @nct99 for helping me revise and giving me feedback <33

authors note x3. (kinda a part two/sequel thing to ‘look’... 🧁 anon gave me this idea!)

word count. 1096

content. sub!jaebeom, sub!jinyoung, dom!reader, amab!reader, edging, use of toys, voyeurism (?), oral (m receiving), praise, and more!

summary. jinyoung walks in on you and jaebeom... and stays for a while.

tagging. @nct99 @sub-hoshi-enthusiast @foenixs @silencefavarchive

it’s unbelievable how needy you could make him. got7’s intimidating and scary leader, lim jaebeom, pliant under your rough touches.

he’s on his hands and knees, moaning loudly as he takes what you give him. he’s stroking himself through it, not that it’d matter much; there’s a cockring snug around his base that prevents him from having a full orgasm anyway.

“getting close, beomie? gonna make a mess of yourself?” you ask, using one hand to hold his hips to yours as you fuck into him, while the other is teasing his sensitive nipples.

his moans increase in pitch, and you know he’s close. he chokes on a scream, arms tending as he grips the sheets between his fingers. he experiences a dry orgasm, trembling in sensitivity as you continue.

“s-so, hah, good,” he whimpers, gasping as he feels your lips on his neck, draping yourself over him. your hips are working into him so deeply, and his mind is going blank.

the sound of a door opening distracts the both of you. jaebeom freezes and tenses, while you smirk devilishly.

jinyoung stands at the doorway, staring wide eyed at the sight before him, and you notice the way his pants seem to get tighter. “y-you told me to come over- i didn’t know you were- i’ll just-“ jinyoung stammers awkwardly, blushing and turning away. “stay.”

he stops, turning back toward you and meeting your eyes. you look him up and down, taking note of the way he quickly hardens in his pants. “need help with that, jinyoungie?” you ask, and he nods slowly, avoiding your eyes. “on the bed.” you mutter, keeping your hands on jaebeom so he wouldn’t be too needy.

he kneels onto the bed, thighs spread slightly. “touch yourself, and if you’re good, then maybe i’ll let you cum soon. is that okay with you?” you ask, and he nods, slyly moving his hand to palm himself over the fabric of his jeans.

your hips start their pace again, slow and steady. jaebeom moans some more, matching your rhythm. jinyoung moans from beside you, breathing harshly between sounds. “do you know how pretty you are, jinyoung? jae and i have been wanting to make you ours for the longest now- fuck,” you groan, cursing when jaebeom clenches around you.

jinyoung whimpers at the praise, chewing on his bottom lip as he pushes his pants down some more and pulls his fully hard cock from his boxers, stroking himself in time with your thrusts.

“so pretty for me ‘nd jae, right?” you whisper, and jinyoung nods. “pretty for only you and beomie,” he agrees, fucking into his tight fist.

jinyoung edges himself, taking his hand away from his cock as his hips buck pathetically at the denied high. “good boy, youngie. holding yourself off for us.” you groan, not too far behind your own high, feeling the warmth low in your stomach. “isn’t that right, beom. nyoung is being such a good boy,” you tease, and jaebeom gasps sharply. “y-yes! jin-jinyoung is being so good,” he answers brokenly.

jinyoung is whimpering and whining, mouth parted as moans leave his plump lips. he’s obediently touching himself as you asked, and edging himself when he gets too close.

and jaebeom is crying. fat tears streaming down his face in both desperation and frustration. every thing is both not enough and too much; and it drives him crazy.

he chokes on a sob when he feels you pull out, tilting your head back as you cum onto the sheets.

jinyoung is gripping the sheets between his fingers, cock throbbing as precum drops down his shaft he edged himself twice, being as obedient as he could be.

“good boys,” you mutter, pulling away. “ready to cum?” you ask, and they both nod, jaebeom sneaking a glance at jinyoung who’s bashfully avoiding both of your stares.

“jinyoung, get on your knees in front of jaebeom. make him cum, and then you can.” you order, taking time to snap the cockring off of jaebeom before the boys scramble to get in position.

jaebeom presents his needy and red cock to jinyoung, and jinyoung needs no more order before he’s teasingly mouthing at jaebeom’s cock. jaebeom jolts in turn, melting into the sheets as he feels jinyoung’s mouth.

“good boys, doing exactly what i asked.” you praise, carding your fingers through jaebeom’s hair, while he does the same to jinyoung.

jinyoung is stroking himself slowly as he blows jaebeom, and his need to cum becomes overwhelming as he works harder to get jaebeom to cum too.

jaebeom pushes his hips into jinyoung’s mouth, and jinyoung doesn’t mind at all. he bobs his head a few times, before going all the way down and holding himself their momentarily, humming around jaebeom.

jaebeom curses, leaning his head onto your shoulder for support as he gets closer and closer.

“c-cumming! oh fuck-!” he exclaims, thighs shivering as he empties himself into jinyoung’s throat, eyes closing tightly as he rides out his orgasm.

jinyoung sits steadily below him, his own thighs spread slightly as his cum makes a mess of his fingers. jinyoung pulls off of jaebeom, swallowing and looking up at the both of you.

you help him into the bed, and he hides his face, only speaking up a moment later. “do- do you guys want me to leave?” he asks, voice raspy but somehow still soft. “no, not unless you want to...” jaebeom says gently, clasping hands with him and lacing their fingers together.

“are either of you up for a bath? we can all talk and sort everything through after the sheets are clean.” you say, and both boys agree, allowing you to draw them a bath while you took care of the sheets.

the process didn’t take long. after they’d gotten out of the bath, you’d dressed them in some of your shirts, and the three of you promptly rested on clean sheets.

“what now?” jinyoung asks, lips forming their natural pout as his head is on your chest. jaebeom smiles into your skin, sneaking a glance at jinyoung.

“we’re you serious about having wanted me in your guys’ relationship?” he questions, chewing on his lips. “we were. we both took a liking to you, and after a talk, we decided that we both wanted you in our relationship. if, and only if, you wanted to be in it.” you explain, holding him close. “i-i do. i want to be with the both of you,” he admits, looking at both you and jaebeom with the utmost love and adoration.

[himbo-beel]

His Hands, in Yours

Idle hands led to idle thoughts, and Barbatos’ thoughts traveled endlessly as he moved about the kitchen with little purpose. Breakfast had been made and served and brought back down again; the counters had been wiped down, the dishes stacked in the sink, and the next meal’s courses planned out. Until the young lord’s responsibilities required his assistance, whether it be an energizing cup of tea or motivating catch of an eye, his duties were to him and him alone. 

A rare treat, if he considered the many things he had left untended the previous week. The flowers in the garden were in need of a trim and the decor outside the castle’s walls rearranged to reflect the upcoming holidays. Lucifer had yet to turn in his reports and if both legwork and time could be limited by Barbatos’ assistance, a walk to Lucifer’s office along with a small detour to a tea shop for a sample he had eyed earlier in the week could be of us. 

Barbatos’ growing list of activities was halted in its work at the press of something cold and sharp against his thumb and he glanced down, blinking as future thoughts returned to the present to widen at the sight of a blade of a knife not yet put away pressing a crease into his glove. Carefully, Barbatos and moved to take it from the handle instead and bring it to its companions in the sink. The flowers could wait a moment longer, enough to finish up here, and then he could -

He froze, back stiffening and lungs heavy with the breath he could not exhale as water hit his hand. A mountain, ice at its top, a river at its bottom, cold and fresh as it flowed yet warm where it ran between his fingers to splash against the dishes. A pair of hands, not his own, fitted the sink into the kitchen and Barbatos turned the tap off. He turned his hand over and he finally breathed, shaky, at the sight of a thin sliver of skin between the split seam of a glove. 

Another breath, a long, deep sigh filled with more than just mere memories but of future events, too, passed between thin lips and he slowly peeled the glove off. Such powerful magics so delicately torn by the snapping of the thinnest thread. It would need to be repaired. 

His young Master would not be pleased. Yet, there were worst fates he knew. He knew well. 

Barbatos knew many things. He was aware of his power, of its potency and its latency. Small fragments of its application were useful to keep an eye on the castle and it’s occupants, to prepare for an event of any size or any reason. Devastation and chaos was merely a second away, whether it came in the form of a misspoken word or a missed step or a misplaced item, none of which would escape his eye in neither past or future. Productivity and contentedness came with a perfectly timed warm drink and easily reached new pen, all opportunities that came to mind as naturally to him as they did magically. 

He had no choice, no say, now in how or when or which he could perceive, and Barbatos’ steps were slow and hesitant as he made his way through the castle to Lord Diavolo’s study, flashes of each blinding him with each blink of his eyes. A thousand lights, a thousand worlds, behind closed lids and none born simply of the imagination but of choices and possibilities and Barbatos stumbled the final step, a hand strecthing out to support him as he reached for the door. 

A soft sound of surprise, of regret, of hurt, hissed through pursed lips as bare skin latched onto cold brass. Just as dozens, hundreds of other hands before. Barbatos saw them, one atop the other, an array of shakes and sizes and he pulled back, holding his wrist and tucking his fish against his chest as if burned. 

The door clicked and he took a step back, brows lifting in wonder if he had opened it, if another had, if the future had, and wide eyes lifted to meet Diavolo’s own. 

The surprise reflected in them did not dim and Barbatos cursed himself for not being as prepared as he should have been. This was not a new situation. This was not an unavoidable situation. It would not be the last, either, he knew, and yet he could not shake the weight of unfamiliarity and dusting of uncertainty that settled upon his shoulders. Not in time, at least, for Diavolo to see it. 

“Come in.”

No order could be refuted from his young lord and Barbatos stepped inside. He kept his hands close to his sides. “My Lord-”

“What happened.”

Barbatos spread his hands, his gloves held in them, one sliced along the edge, the other blotched with a singular stain of dark pink. Guilt stayed his words and uncertainly locked his lips and he lowered his eyes to them rather than the growing look of concern on his young lord’s face. Such a gift, so ruined. Such a miracle, so tarnished. His fingers curled around the fabric and he could feel nothing but the lingering warmth of them. 

“I apologize,” he managed. “I was careless when cleaning-”

“Are you hurt?”

Barbatos held his hands out, turning them over for display before tucking them back to his sides. The small cut had long since stopped itself, no need no concern neither now nor later. It was not for his skin, he knew, that Lord Diavolo asked of himself, but it was the only truth he could assure him of. 

Barbatos ducked his head under Lord Diavolo’s frown.  “I need only a new pair before resuming my duties.” 

The creak of the study’s chair echoed in his head. “I can give you a new pair, of course, but I doubt about your duties. New gloves are easily enough acquired but the spell put on them to limit your powers needs time.”

Barbatos could not move, not to nod at his master’s words or turn from the truth or suggest another course of action. There were many others, of course they were, Barbatos could see them all whether he wished to or not. A day spent in agony as he waded through timelines or one spent in darkness as he hid from himself. One spent under the care of his young Lord, suffocating under guilt and false reassurances and a careful eye. One, worst of all, spent outside, unable to enjoy the freedom of a day off given to him. Others and more flooded across his eyes, blocking the sight of the desk and the demon that sat behind it, could not see his hands type furiously on his phone, could not see him rise from his seat in a panic to cross the room, until Barbatos could see nothing but his own swimming vision. 

“Barbatos.”

“My Lord.” He could see him now, golden eyes and a clenched jaw, his hands curled tight around his wrists. He could feel the tease of magic bury itself under his skin and keep his own at bay. The same spell imbued in the threads of his gloves now coursed through his veins and shame was buried beneath relief as his head cleared. 

“Lucifer has something similar to your gloves in his room to use in the meantime. He’ll be bringing it over as soon as he’s able and we can prepare another set. A second one, too, in case this happens again.” Barbatos nodded, eyes slipping closed and reveling in the simple darkness behind them. “Stay here for now. I-”

“My duties, my Lord-”

“Can wait. You’re in no shape for more today.”

The words brook no argument and defiance filled him nonetheless. Confidence born from the moments of relief urged him to decline. “They are simple but important matters.”

“That can be done later. Or tomorrow, even.” Barbatos opened his eyes to give him a level look. “A cup of tea would be nice, I’ll admit.”

“At once, young Master.” 

The tea was brought. The floors were also swept. Lunch that had been previously prepared was taken out and furniture was dusted and silverware polished. Sweat beaded Barbato’s brow. His feet dragged across the floors. His teeth ground against each other as he moved from task to task, visions of times that had happened and not yet come overlaying one on top of the other with each new duty. Diavolo’s spell had long since faded and only rising anxiety made his skin crawl in place of the magic that had soothed his being. 

It could not stop him. It would not stop him. Had he forgotten what he once was? Who he currently was? He had all of time in his hands, the memories of broom or the future of an apple were mere sparks of his abilities. 

Dozens of such sparks were growing to be too much, by the end of the day, and Barbatos leaned against the wall, shoulders heaving with the effort of holding himself up against the timelines that flowed through the halls and threatened to pull him under. 

“Barbatos!”

Was it his young Lord calling for him? Or was it his Father? Lucifer? Which version? His head swam as he tried to place the sound of the voice that called him and tried to recognize the face that neared him at a quick pace. 

It was neither, not Lucifer, not Lord Diavolo, no demon at all. It was you. 

Was Lucifer too busy? Had you come to break the news to him that, he, too, held no hope for him this day? Your face would not be enough to ease the helplessness of such a turn of events but it would be some comfort, at least, to hear your voice break through the noise that filled his head. 

Barbatos stood up straight, ready for whatever words you brought. 

He was not ready for what you did. 

His eyes widened as he took a step back as you neared, arms raised. He could not think to touch you, not like this. How much he wished to. How much he wished to be enveloped in your warmth and your comfort but how much, too, he wished for you and only you. Not your pasts. Not your futures. Only you. 

And yet you came, still. 

Arms raised. 

Hands against his face, palms cupping his cheeks. 

And he felt your heat. He felt the silk of the gloves you wore on your hands, a familiar magic sown into the stitching and a magic that only you and your presence could provide. 

[lixiehan]

spin & sweat

alternative title: [15:01pm pt 2]

pairing: hyunjin x insert name (female)

description: things get a little tense between you and hyunjin when you watch him dance - based on the psycho performance

warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, dirty talk, public(ish) sex, mirror sex, mentions of orgasm denial, oral m receive & thigh riding, finger sucking

word count: 2k

a/n: this is technically part 2 of [15:01pm] (however it can be read as a stand alone fic) but it was so well received so i thought u guys might like a full version!

you gulped, watching his body spin and sweat to the music. this time his eyes were glued to your face and they were observing your eyes move. one wrong move and you were well aware you would be not be allowed to cum tonight, and you needed release more than anything right now. 

“i’m going through withdrawals. you don't even have to do too much. you can turn me on with just a touch, baby” 

you moaned at the lyrics, knowing he had picked this song on purpose. you both shared a playlist - one that was specifically used during sex - and this of course, happened to be one of your favourites. hyunjin, truly, was the sexiest person you had ever laid your eyes on and he was all yours. 

after what felt like ten years, the song finally came to an end and the pool between your legs had grown into what felt like a river. the issue being, today of all days you chose not to wear underwear and with the colour of your leggings, you were displaying exactly how wet you were for him. 

“look at you” he cooed, coming towards you and standing between your spread legs. “so wet for me and i haven’t touched you, baby girl”. the pet name made you moan, you adored feeling weak and small compared to him. 

“I bet my pretty girl wants to be touched, doesn’t she?” he asked and you nodded frantically in response. your hands were still glued to your sides, too scared to move without permission, mainly incase he denied you of your sweet release. “words, y/n” he commanded. 

“y-yes, please t-touch me” you spoke softly, with the arousal between your legs becoming too much to handle. 

“that wasn't so hard was it, princess?” he asked, pushing your chin up so your eyes met his. “now, you’re gonna be a good girl and suck me off. only then will i allow you to come” he told you and you blinked at him with wide eyes. 

“c-can i move my h-hands now?” you politely asked him, knowing your submissiveness would drive him up the wall. 

like you suspected, he palmed himself at your submissive state, nodding at you in approval. you smiled excitedly, finally happy to get this show on the road. you licked your lips as you loosened the tie on his sweat pants, which subsequently made their way to his ankles. you rubbed his twitching length, earning the most beautiful moans from him. he tsked, “you don't get to tease me the way i tease you, sweetheart”. 

you gulped and nodded, swiftly removing his boxers and focusing your eyes on his member in front of you. as much as he teased you for how turned on you were, it was obvious it affected him too. his tip was red and angry, desperate to be soothed by your mouth. 

“fuck” he moaned as you latched your mouth around him, wasting no time in getting to work. there was no better feeling than knowing you made him feel this good. “such a good girl for me, aren't you?”. you moaned around him due to his choice of words, picking up your pace in impatience. you wanted to feel him inside of you and you wanted it quickly. 

you looked up at him, your mouth glistening in spit as you were still at work. “fuck, don't look at me like that” he warned you, yet you continued, knowing how much he loved looking at your ‘innocent’ eyes. 

he quickly pulled away and sat down next to you, tapping his lap in instruction for you to straddle him. you wasted no time, hopping on your favourite seat and awaiting for further instruction. his lips attached your exposed neck, sucking and biting your sensitive area in order to leave a pretty picture for everyone to see. the members were sure as hell going to tease you for this later. 

“h-hyunjin” you gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling back. his hands made their way to your waist, repositioning you so your dripping heat was hovering over his thigh. you knew what he wanted and you were not going to complain. 

you lowered yourself and began to move your hips, rubbing yourself on his thigh, which he was busy clenching and bouncing for your pleasure. 

you gasped, already feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. due to his schedule, sometimes your sex life was a little slow. you understood, of course, but fuck it had been a while since you had him all to yourself like this. 

“i want you make to make the prettiest mess all over me” he told you, finally detaching from your neck and rubbing his thumb on your cheek to soothe you. 

although the stickiness in your leggings felt a little uncomfortable, hearing those words from hyunjin spurred you on enough to reach your high. 

“g-gonna c-cum” you stuttered out, breathless from the work your hips were doing. he nodded, tightening his grip on your waist to help guide you. having his hand on your waist to control you turned you on beyond belief, making you gasp as you finally came . 

he smirked, noting your breathless state and the wet stain that had made its way through your leggings onto his leg. “good girl” he cooed, soothing you as you came down from your high. you fell forward, cuddling into hyunjin’s neck. his hand followed you, rubbing comforting circles for a few seconds deciding you had had enough cool down time. 

“up, baby” he told you, patting your leg, which was a small instruction to move. you somehow managed to stand up, legs shaking from your intense oragasm. it had definitely been a while. you felt his hands on your waist once again, this time spinning you around and guiding you towards the mirrors in front of you. 

for the first time, you saw how truly destroyed you look. your hair was a mess, shirt hanging off your shoulder and begging to be ripped off and the wet patch - which wasn’t so much of a ‘patch’ anyone - was more than visible. you gulped, diverting your eyes away from your reflection, embarrassed beyond belief at the state you were in. 

“look at yourself” he instructed, moving your head with the tight grip he now had on your jaw. his thumb slowly poked its way into your mouth, prodding it wide open before you began to suck. “pretty girl” he complimented, eye-fucking your reflection. “already wrecked and i’m yet to fuck you” he whispered into your ear, lightly biting the area afterwards. 

“hands on the mirror, baby”, he ordered and of course you complied. you placed your legs slightly apart slowly bent forward, your hands supporting your vulnerable state. his hands explored your body, starting by finally pulling your pants down. 

a string of arousal followed your leggings down to your knees, which was instantly noted by hyunjin. he groaned at the sight of your wet folds, clenching around absolutely nothing. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, baby” he told you, reassuring you that you were finally about to receive what your body needed so badly. 

his tip danced around your entrance, only teasing for a few moments before entering. not feeling this type of intimacy had took its toll on both you, evident by both your loud groans. wasting no time at all, hyunjin’s pace picked up almost instantly. one hand placed firmly on your waist, guiding your hips exactly where he wanted them. the other gripped your hair tightly, forming a make-do ponytail. you moaned at the pain, but you knew his intention was to make you watch yourself fall apart. 

your eyes flicked up to meet hyunjin’s, dark and hungry as he continued to thrust into you as if it was the very first time. “h-hyunjin” you moaned at the sight of him, equally as destroyed as you. 

“that’s right baby, say my name” he growled at your words, loving the way his name rolled off your tongue like the sweetest song. 

moaning his name again, your walls clenched around him, already reaching your high for the second time today. “f-fuck” he cried, his head now thrown back in pleasure. “cum around me, y/n”. 

his words and tight grip on your hair, as well as the way his member pounded into you over and over again sent you into another euphoria. your vision was dizzy, your reflection in the mirror appeared blurry, both from your poor vision and condensation from your filthy actions. your walls clenched around him again and the knot in your stomach tightened once again as his pace rode extended the intense pleasure you were experiencing. 

“that’s my good girl” he praised you, his pace now slower, careful not to overstimulate you too much. “on your knees, princess” he told you, well aware you were not going to be able to hold yourself for much longer. 

doing as you were told, you carefully moved to your knees, turning around to be met with his member once again. you opened your mouth, this time not doing any of the work, as you waited patiently to receive his warm load, tongue dangling in desperation. 

he pumped himself whilst looking at your pretty face, his pace now sloppy as he grew tired. “fuck” he groaned loudly, finally reaching his well-chased release. 

your tongue lapped his cum, ensuring not to leave a single drop behind, swallowing as soon as it was all collected. “good girl” he praised, moving himself to the ground to meet with you.

“you good?” he chuckled, noting your destroyed appearance once again. you laughed back, knowing how much of an idiot you probably looked like. he nodded, running his hands through your now sweaty and tangled hair. 

“better clean up” you slurred, incredibly tired but suddenly aware of the fact you had incredibly loud sex in the practice room of his company. he nodded, helping you off the group and to the place it all began - the sofa. you pushed your pants up and attempt to fix the situation that was your hair. although, the there was no saving that until you got your hands on a brush.

after he did most of the work, wiping down the mirrors and opening windows to finally deduce the condensation you had created he made his way to you once again. 

“thanks” he smiled, the dominant version of hyunjin no longer in sight. “needed that” he chuckled, throwing his arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a side hug. 

“me too” you laughed, placing a small kiss on his cheek. 

“sorry for leaving you without sex for so long” he apologised nervously, his spare hand running through his long hair. 

you shrugged, “m’okay. i suppose in the end it makes the sex more..sexy”. you laughed, struggling to find the word you actually wanted, your mind dazed from the recent situation. he giggled back in response. 

“we better get going, told the guys i’d meet them back at the dorm for dinner” he told you, noticing the time displayed on the wall. you nodded, rubbing your stomach in realisation of how hungry your actions had made you.  

“do you have a spare hoodie?” you asked as your fingers trailed the dark spots on your neck. 

he nodded, making you sigh in relief. you were not in the mood to deal with the members teasing you for the whole night. “but, you’re not getting it” 

“hyunjin!” you shouted, attempting to snatch the hoodie out of his hands. unfortunately, your boyfriend was all too aware of your height difference and dangled the hoodie above his head - well out of your reach. 

“i want to see you blush as they tease you” he cooed, ushering you out of the room. 

“fuck you” you snapped back, earning yourself a sharp slap on your ass 

“attitude” he warned, secretly smirking at your reaction. “i’ll fuck you with the members next door if you continue”. 

you gulped and thought, ‘maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, after all’

[dspd]

ypu can thank @sokka-with-his-hair-down for the following word vomit with a lil jinzula content

just saw a jinzula reference and now I'm thinking about Azula being released from Fire Nation's version of a psych ward and going to get rehabilitated with Iroh in Ba Sing Se and Jin just being a cutie and helping the heck outta her until Azula is like...oh no I have feelings for a pleb what do I dooooo????

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okay so like...after the comet Azula's held in luxury as doctors try to help her. Zuko visits every day, staying as long as a young ruler can, only leaving on the bad days when she's starts to lose control, her guards handlers hurrying away when items go flying or her face twists in rage, screaming familiar insults fed by fear and the ghost of Ozai's upbringing. Eventually she regains some balance, Zuko's unwavering support and the calming repetition of her now hobby, tea making, the rocks that she clings to when she feels herself slipping. She quickly learns the palace holds too many triggers as she's allowed to venture beyond her suite, two guards following too close behind as she wanders the halls. She feels lost, more like an intruder in this remodeled building that somehow stills rakes her over and leaves her soul bleeding.

She walks past the pond Zuko and Mother loved and tears up when she sees the turtle ducks have returned. It's a tiny feeling but she can't control herself and turns away.

She wanders down a servant's corridor and remembers the one time she sat on Zuko, snapping sparks into his face and mocking him, repeating words Ozai had said to her, a raw, primal delightful power coursing through her, then a nugget of guilt growing when he begins to cry only to be crushed under defensiveness when Mother gathers him up, wiping his tears away...and ignores her again. She trembles and walks past quickly with a stiff legged gait, unwilling to run away yet unable to stay.

She tries not to think about whether the guards saw the tremor or whether she could look back and see contempt in their eyes.

She reaches the main doors to the Royal Hall and gasps when she remembers Mother's disappearance, Zuko's absence as he healed, then his banishment, all while Ozai tryna that gaze on her and built her up again, giving her more and more responsibility. She isn't sure if it's the remembered pride or the following memories of hiding in her bed and fear of failure that starts it but all of a sudden she's can't breathe and she's gasping, hanging onto the wall, trying to push it back, pull it inside and lock it away again and Zuko's pulling the door open, drawn by the shouting in that stupid, idiotic way of his instead of letting the guards handle it and he's pulling her in to a soft embrace that burns.

She's shuddering and sobbing and she knows it's bad because she can feel the rough fabric of Zuko's royal robes against her fingers as she clutches him, face pressed into his chest as she tries to cram her stupid, idiotic weakness into a tiny corner in the back of her head like Ozai taught her befits a royal. It doesn't work and she's overcome with the new crashing wave of frustration over her lack of control.

It's only when she feels the cool spread of that stupid bitch Katara's healing along her shoulders and neck that she manages to claw back into a semblance of who she needs to be. Those stupid hands with their stupid water bending pull her into the darkness of deep water, the overwhelming feelings floating on the surface she's sinking away from.

She's not deep enough, not numb enough, to miss the repulsive feeling when she finally looks at the guards and sees nothing but pity in the guards eyes.

So when Zuko, in that stupid, weak way of his, gently suggests she move away she's nauseatingly glad and shamefully hurt, little internal dragons that swoop and chase each other, nipping away until she's not sure of anything. She can hear him talking but it's a distant thing. She's too busy fighting the little voice in her head saying she's being abandoned again.

She wants to say it sounds like Father so she can dismiss it like she's been practicing, but it sounds too much like Mother.

Mother never lied so it must be true.

The move happens so fast that it feels like she blinks and she's standing at the entrance of Iroh's new home in the stupid city of lemming, Ba Sing Se. It’s cooler, She's kind of afraid in a new way. Mostly, she's tired.

So, so tired of being like this.

She's angry with herself next when Iroh gives her a critical glance and a tentative smile before taking her hands and welcoming her. She can't stop feeling things and even his words about starting over and reassures her that he's here for her and that he's sorry, that he feels like he abandoned her and he wants her to know that he never chose Zuko over her and he loves her very much...

That little voice changes into Zuko and Father and Ty Lee and Mai whispers to her and twists the meaning and she knows it's wrong but she's so tired of fighting it.

So she sighs and tries to smile and accepts his tea and hand holding and changes the subject.

When she finds out she'll be helping at his tea shop, she doesn't have the energy to be outraged that she, the stupid heir apparent of the Fire Nation, will be taking orders and delivering stupid, poorly brewed tea.

It's full and aggravating but she practices holding all that in. The nightmares slow, Zuko's letters reassure her, and she learns how to handle minor annoyances. She's mature enough to acknowledge she never learned how to handle them correctly the first time, something that makes her grin to herself in a moment of wry happiness. It's a bittersweet feeling and she's tired of feeling but still...it's new and exhilarating and she feels a bubble of hope in her chest.

In Ba Sing Se, she's nobody. It's oddly freeing to be Mr. Mushi's niece and her new name is nice in an unfamiliar way. She won't admit it but she likes the way the repeat customers act with her. They aren't afraid to joke with her or share a concern. A couple younger ones flirt with her and, as she peeks out from the bangs she's growing out, she's pleased it's friendly and without the teeth she came to expect from Father's generals who disagreed with her expanding military duties.

°°°

Early on, after moving in with Iroh, Azula was still prickly and unbalanced and bored out of her mind at the dull, repetitive lifestyle.

There's a quiet girl that comes in sometimes. She's soft-spoken, with a kind smile, but full of life at the same time. Azula remembers the first time she came in, greeting Iroh with a wide smile and talking to him like she's his niece, not Azula. Azula dismisses her with a sniff, turning to help another table but when Iroh sits down and shares a it with the girl, Azula can't help but sidle closer, ears straining to overhear. The girl - Jin, she later learns - had been a customer before when Iroh and Zuko had come to Ba Sing Se as refugees. No one can be so interested in her failure of an uncle so she grabs a broom and sweeps closer. When Jin asks after someone named Lee, Azula loses interest.

The girl is just another stupid commoner, obsessed with boys or whatever. Nothing interesting.

By Agni, she's so bored.

A few days later the girl returns, carrying a box filled with the local excuse of food and Azula buries her sneer of displeasure when Iroh pulls his apron off in a hurry, sliding into the booth, bald spot almost outshining like the girl's eyes.

Azula realizes she's been staring into the stupid girl's eyes and looks away. Her scowl grows as a stupid grandpa comes in with muddy shoes, ruining the floor she just finished cleaning. She stares at the tracks, hopelessness trapping her in place. The stupid grandpa doesn't even notice as he finds a seat and the hopelessness sours into bitterness.

Of course.

She's a failure, too.

A prickle between her shoulder blades warns he and she looks up. Right into Failure Iroh's stupid commoner girlfriend's gaze. They lock eyes and Azula struggles to hold it. Even if she can't be what Father raised her to be, she won't lose to this stupid smiley girl.

She can't stand it, that peculiar sensation of being watched, so she looks away. Failure Azula. Just like Iroh and Zuko and Mother. She glances back, bracing herself for the inevitable stupid judgemental look but the girl is smiling shyly at her and walking up, introducing herself and so friendly and stupidly nice. Azula's anger is simmering but she's confused and why would this girl be so nice to a stranger????

So, like her failures for family members, Azula flees.

It's not exactly an auspicious start, and Azula knows she's spiralling when she spends twenty minutes interrogating Iroh that night. What did her tell the stupid commoner? Did he ask her to approach? What does she want?

Iroh's calm at first but as Azula's voice rises and she pulls at her hair to feel something other than panic and keeps asking again and again his stupid face changes. She realizes with a start that he's seeing her for real. The rotten core of her that she's managed to hide away from even Zuko. The part of her that drove Mother away. It's written all over his stupid face.

Azula can't sit still anymore. She jumps up and is out the window in moments, shimmying down the wall and disappearing. She runs quietly, keeping to shadowy streets and inky black alleys. She's lost by the time the frenetic energy seeps out of her body, a stitch in her side forcing her to pause at a fountain for a stretch and drink.

Azula stretches out on the lip of the fountain, staring up at the stars. She used to hate the night sky. It's a visible, inevitable reminder of the Fire Nation's weakness. Her weakness. Every day, as the sun sinks below the horizon, Azula feels the fizzle of her bending wane, that hot space below and to the left of her heart cooling from hot, blue flames to red-orange fingers. It's barely more than embers in the Earth Kingdom as the days grow cooler and Azula's not sure how to feel about it.

There's a step across the courtyard and Azula's slipping down into the shadows again as two stupid lemmings approach. One is holding a torch while the other swings empty buckets. Azula frowns. Somehow the cheerfulness isn't as grading as usual. Their voices are soft in the quiet.

Azula closes her eyes and wonders if she'll ever feel half as content and comfortable as the air these two exude. There's the sound of splashes on the other side of the fountain.

One of the girls sighs. "I wish we could look at the lanterns tonight."

Only years of training lock Azula in place. It's Iroh's stupid commoner girlfriend.

The other girl laughs. "You know they're only lot for festivals, Jin."

"Except that one time," Iroh's stu- Jin replies, "I still can't believe Lee lit them."

Azula can almost smell the stupid happiness from the memory.

"Yeah, yeah. You have wierd luck with dates, I get it. Hurry up.and grab the other bucket! We still have to come back for more."

Based on the sounds, Azula can picture them struggling back the way they came.

Something makes her pause at the edge of the courtyard before leaving. She hesitates. But then she can hear the duo approaching again and she makes up her mind.

She pretends she doesn't stay long enough to hear the gasps of surprise before she hightails it out of there.

The feeling of elation that fills her chest and slides down her arms reminds her of the day she stood on the deck of a war balloon for the first time.

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so...yeah...I wasn't planning any of this so idk where it goes but in the end Azula eventually has it bad and idk maybe Mai and Ty Lee come to visit, tentatively open to trying to be friends for real this time and, after seeing Azula's interest, Ty Lee wheedles Jin's story out of Iroh near the end of their visit. Mai's holding her face with an I can't believe this is happening expression, Iroh is concentrating too hard on his tea pot, and Azula's face is red as Ty Lee chokes out that of course Azula and Zuko would have the same taste in women.

And maybe the next day, when Jin slips her hand into Azula's while they wave goodbye, Azula looks at Jin who catches the look and smiles that smile she hated so much at first and Azula has the revelation of her life

[ukiyo-jaem]

test packet a (n.jm)

words: 2.1k

warnings: smut, tutor!jaemin, student!reader, edging, orgasm denial, punishment

requested: yes

songs listened to while writing: alphabet boy by melanie martinez

part 2

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"i spent so long," he raked his hand through his now messed up dark hair, pacing infront of your desk that sat in the middle of your bedroom. "so long teaching and re-teaching you this stupid literature lesson, y/n!" he groaned; glasses hanging on the tip of his nose and his hoodie and jeans still neat and clean from when he walked from his fine arts school to come to your weekly tutoring session.

"i said i was sorry!" you raised your voice, eyes locking with his then going right back down to where you were playing with your fingers in your lap. you uniform still on and uncomfortable as ever. "but why didn't you study more after i left?!" he asked, hands slamming down on the desk infront of you so he was eye level with you now.

you sat back in your chair, only daring to look up at him for a quick second. "my time - wasted." he scoffed quietly while standing fully, and grabbing his bag. you shot out of you seat quickly, running around the desk and standing infront of him. "please don't go. i-i really need you still." you said, desperation coming out in your voice.

you grabbed his hand that held the strap of his bag and looked at him. "please." you whispered. you could see him contemplate his next movements as he stood there unmoved. "my parents will kill me if i get another bad mark." you shook your head.

jaemin saw the tears gather in your eyes. he couldn't help admiring how you looked with them gathering at the edges, ready to spill at any bat of your eye.

he sighed, dropping his bag; the thud making hope spring into your eyes. "...you're lucky you're my only job tonight..." he muttered.

you readily ran back to your seat and sat back down. he trudged over to his seat that was sat right across from yours. "okay. let's figure out why you failed." he said as he pushed his glasses up and grabbed the red inked paper from your hands.

he leaned against his hand and read your test.

on the first question he stared up at you with a cold chill that made you squirm in your seat. "you're joking right?" he asked and you looked down in shame.

"what is a person, place, thing, or idea, y/n?" he asked as he let the paper fall from his hand. "...noun..." was the only thing you could say. "so why the hell did you put 'verb'?" he asked and it all made sense now. he turned the paper around towards you, and your eyes caught the bottom left hand side, 'test a'.

there were 2 versions of the test

"i-" you couldn't come up with anything. jaemin was pissed you failed but he would've been livid if he found out you cheated on the test.

"well here...i'll tell you exactly why you put 'verb'." he said reaching in his bag that was settled by his right foot. once you saw the 2 packets in each hand you already knew you were done for. he knew. you were dead. you couldn't lie out of this one.

you slumped in your seat and just pouted. he dropped both versions of the test infront of you.

"as you see here, y/n. you got everything right for the 'test b' packet." he chuckled, and it hurt. "when in actual reality, you had 'test a' all along." he shook his head, taking his glasses off.

he set them down and massaged the sides of his head. "so not only did you fail...you cheated." he muttered. "i didn't mean to!" you countered sitting up and staring at him. his eyebrow cocked at your boldness.

"i choked! i knew everything but got distracted by something! and poof!" your hands flew up, "everything was gone." he didn't find this amusing at all.

"so that's the only reason, you got 'distracted'?" he asked, arms crossing over his body. you looked around for a moment and nodded.

"then come here." he said and motioned for you to come over with a single wave of a finger. you stood up and walked over to his seat.

he grabbed your waist and sat you down on his lap. you yelped at the suddenness, his hands grabbing your thighs to steady your body.

your legs rested on the outsides of his own as he spread your legs further open. his hand came around and grabbed the blank 'test a' and a pencil.

"do it." he demanded and you just started writing down as many answers as you could.

you had uneasily made it to question 3 when you felt his hand brush against your clothed pussy. you straightened your back quickly, dropping the pencil out of shock. "did i say to stop?" he asked, a slap landing on the inside of your thigh. you whimpered, trying to close your thighs but his hands held them open firmly and forcefully.

"continue." he said and you picked up the pencil again. "want to work on distractions? then do the test while i have my fun." you basically heard the smirk dripping from his lips.

you nodded obediently and started working. his hand creeped closer to your covered core, rubbing lightly on your clit. you bit your lip and tried to concentrate as much as you could.

your body shook with arousal and his hand grabbed your waist firmly. "i don't think you should be enjoying this as much as you should be, princess." he whispered, hand travelling up and grabbing at your still covered chest.

with one quick pull of your panties and a rip sound, his fingers were prodding at your wet entrance. you breathed a sigh of content as you struggled on question 9.

"maybe if you complete the test i'll let you come." he taunted, slipping a finger into you. you gripped the table, trying to close your legs to no avail.

"awe look at you squirming." he chuckled. you tried looking at him but the hand that was feeling your chest was now on the back of your neck, guiding your entire head to look straight at your paper.

his pace didn't let up as he taunted you and tried distracting you.

it was as if a huge ball was forming in the pit of your stomach. where jaemin was there trying to make it explode. "please." you moaned, trying to think of the correct answer. "oh my god please." you begged and you could feel his body shake with a laugh. "please slow- unngmm." you were cut off by his other hand coming down to quickly rub your clit. you looked up to see your reflection staring back at you. jaemin's amused and concentrated face peaked out from behind your figure.

"you can't come yet." he said, motioning down to your paper, both of your gazes locked. you felt yourself come close to the edge, but just as quickly as everything started--it ended.

his once buried fingers were now in his mouth, cleaning your essence off his digits. "i'm giving you a chance to get it done." he said, fingers still on his lips. his one hand that was rubbing fastly on your clit was now just gripping your thigh possessively.

your gaze broke from his and you hurried down to your test. your high was slowly dissapearing as you made it through 4 questions.

his wet fingers traveled back down to your core, teasingly twirling themselves around your hole.

your mind began to get clouded again as two fingers were now plunged into you and your clit being rubbed again. your high came back ten times harder as you whined, finally dropping your pencil and grabbed his arms that disappeared below the edge of the table and landed where your skirt stayed flipped up.

your one hand tried gripping his wrist to his hand that was rubbing you closer and closer to climaxing everywhere.

"oh please don't stop." you said, throwing your head back, leaning against jaemin who was waiting for you. his mouth laid wet kisses all over your exposed neck.

you hands came up to pull at his hair lightly.

your head turned to the side where both of your lips clashed and teeth scraped for control. his movements seemed like they got faster and faster.

your lips detached but you still laid there, your head on his shoulder and your eyes shut while you were experiencing pure pleasure.

"please don't stop." you whined quietly.

he wanted to stay there forever and just watch your puffy and drooly lips beg and plead for him to not stop. your soft voice now in a high-pitched whisper. your back subconsciously arching away from his chest as you try to have him hit deeper inside you. your hand resting on his jaw and your touch so delicate.

but that wasn't going to happen right now. his hands retracted from your core. his grip forced your wrists away from him and then to make you sit up straight.

"only 3 more questions to go, sweetie." he sung, popping his sweetly coated fingers into his mouth where he licked them graciously. he never wanted your sweetness to end...but you were almost done.

your high was so close this, and it was ripped away from you like it was nothing. you quickly tried to get the questions done as your core literally throbbed for a release.

"fini-ah." you began but his fingers plunged directly into you with no warning. "what, baby?" he asked and you gripped the table hard.

"i...i finished." you panted, trying to regain your composure quickly.

"good job, princess." your gazes locked in the mirror and you saw him smiling.

he stood up quickly, you being pushed from his fingers and smooshed against the table and his body. he forcefully turned you around and lifted you onto the table.

you couldn't register what was happening before he was on his knees and his tongue was licking you up and down.

his fingers were wonderful but his tongue was pure magic. "oh-" you moaned, your body weight being supported by your elbows.

"oh my- please." you whispered, so close to the edge. his arms hooked around both of your legs, pulling you onto his mouth forcefully.

he was in paradise. you tasted so sweet and so magical. he could die with you sitting on his face and it being the best way to go in his opinion...but that was going to be for a different time.

he felt a grip on his hair and knew he was doing something right.

he quickly backed away and rested his head on your inner thigh. your exasperated whine made him look up to see your annoyed and pouty face.

tears gathered in your eyes and this is exactly where he needed to get you. "oh look at you." he pouted, his hand coming up to slowly stroke and play with your clit.

"so desperate and whiny. just to come." he sighed, his fake sympathy making your blood boil. yet you were too focused on getting your release, you let it go quickly.

"please just- i need you." you whined and his tongue was on you again.

his arms held your legs open as he ate you out with passion and dedication. you were so close.

the tears fell down your face and were slowly being replaced with stars.

you gripped his hair and he knew this was it. he got ready, tasting your sweetness and trying to make it last; sucking your clit in between his lips. he smirked, and pulled away, standing up.

you laid there on your desk, tear streaks down your cheeks and your nose and cheeks having a soft blush to them. "what...are you doing?" you asked, sitting up.

"...going home?" he chuckled grabbing your finished test and shoving it into his bag.

"b-but-" your eyes grew at the realization once he grabbed his glasses, popping them back onto his face. he licked his lips and wiped the excess away with his sleeve.

"see you next week, y/n." he said leaning over and kissing your cheek sweetly.

"maybe you'll behave this week...yeah?" he whispered into your ear, softly running his tongue under your ear; shivers shooting down your spine.

you watched as he seriously walked out of your room, fixing and adjusting himself so he looked presentable if he were to see your parents on his way out.

your fingers going back down to your clit, trying to match what he was doing; nothing working no matter how hard you tried. you were left just sitting in your desk, pouting at your climax that never tipped off.

jaemin smirked the whole way home, knowing he was gonna be doing this for awhile.

[lazysimp]

Dark Clouds (+18) /// Shoto x Fem Reader

Click HERE to read the male version

Rating: Explicit 18+ Only Minors DNI

Summary:  You love Shoto more than anything but what if you were the only thing standing in between him and his dreams? Smut+Angst

A prequel to Cloud Nine

Word count: 3k+

Warnings/tags: Angst, Blackmail, Morning Sex, Breakup, Soft Dom Shoto, Praise, Explicit sexual content, Oral sex (receiving), She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults.

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“Oh fuck Shoto! Please just a little more,” You beg, your back arching off the bed as you push his head down. Your fiancé had made it a habit to wake you up with his tongue delving in your cunt, licking up your juices like it was his last meal.

After living together for a month you thought he would finally start to calm down but his need for you had only grown. He had barely left the apartment, deciding to take a few personal days to spoil you instead of working on climbing the ranks. You tried to convince him to focus more on his career, but he would drop to his knees every time you brought it up.

“I love this pretty pussy,” He groaned, swiping his tongue through your soaked folds until he found your aching bud. His lips closed around your clit, sucking it into his mouth while his fingers teased your dripping hole.

You yelp and clench your thighs, caging in his head but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, your soft thighs against his ears sent him into a frenzy. He thrust his long fingers into you, curling them up to press against your sweet spot.

Your body bolts up, curling around his head but he continued on, never giving you an ounce of mercy. With your head directly above his, the lewd sounds of his mouth filled your ear, sending you further down the rabbit hole.

He released your swollen clit to move his mouth to your hole and gather more of your addicting taste with his tongue. “My baby has such a good pussy. So wet and tasty, and it’s all mine.”

You let out a whine at his praise, you wanted to always belong to him. To never leave his side as he rose to meet his dreams.

He added a third finger into your tight hole, stretching you open in preparation for his cock. You hiss at the slight burn but it fades quickly as his expert fingers began to fall in temperature, soothing the ache. He had always been so considerate during sex, always making sure you came at least once before he ever tried to enter you.

The first time the two of you had sex was not the greatest but it was a moment in your life you would never forget. For hours he explored your body, experimenting and exploring your body to understand exactly what you liked. By the end of the night, you were both absolutely exhausted, barely able to move.

His tongue returned to your clit, teasing the side of it with the tip of his tongue as his fingers continue to pump into your tight cunt. Your breathing grows frantic and your body becomes tight as the pleasure swelled inside you. You could feel your thighs tremble around his head and your hands shake.

He smiled into your pussy as your sweet hole trembled around his fingers, his baby was close. Remembering to not speed up he kept his movements consistent, listening for your little mewls to direct his touch.

As your breathing grew more labored and body tense he took your little berry into his mouth, sucking on it like a tit. It was the final straw, he watched in awe as you fell apart. Your pussy milking his fingers while your clit wiggled in his mouth with each clench.

Normally he would keep his mouth on your cunt, cleaning up your orgasm with his tongue but he had to be at work in twenty minutes. Grudgingly he moved his mouth from your heat and rose to his knees. He gently slid his hands under you and flipped you over, exposing your mouthwatering ass to his view.

Holding his breath to stop from cumming he lifted your hips up and pushed your back down. It looked as though you were presenting yourself to him. While he loved watching your face as you cum, this view definitely had its perks.

Lining his tip with your entrance he watched himself sink into you. Your cute moans filling his ears, serenading him as he bottomed out. Wanting a better view, he grabbed your ass with his large hands and spread it open, exposing your tight rosebud. He ignored your squeal of protest and started to thrust, watching you take his cock so perfectly.

Each thrust into your tight heat drove him further into insanity. He would never grow tired of this, tired of you. He still wasn’t sure how he managed to get you to agree to marry him, it still felt unreal, like someone was going to rip the floor out from under him. Something as good as you never happened to someone like him, something always messed it up.

“Shoto,” You whine, dragging him out of his thoughts. “Fuck, I need more.”

Determined to have you cum around his cock he reached around and slid through your slick folds to find your aching bud. He let out a sly grin watching your body jerk as he teased your button, knowing the extra stimulation would send you right over the edge.

“Please, Shoto, please,” You begged, the tight coil inside your chest reeling tighter with each lazy circle around your clit. You lose the ability to speak, only moans leaving your lips.

“That’s it, that is my good girl. So perfect for me. I want you to cum on my cock while I watch,” He says hoarsely behind you. That was all it took, the spring inside you snapped sending you spiraling into oblivion.

Your toes curl in uncontrollably as you scream into the pillow, the brutal waves of pleasure crashing into you. You couldn’t even breathe as your rode out each wave. His fingers did not stop teasing your clit, they teased you through the high. Making you ride the wave as long as possible before his thrusts started to fall out of rhythm.

You lay face down into the bed, exhausted as he finally falls apart. You could feel his cock pulse inside you as his cum fills you. Once he finally finished he rolled off the top and laid next to you, pulling you into his arms.

You both lay there for a few minutes, not needing words as you recover from the morning quickie. Shoto pushed himself up on his elbows and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He then stood out of bed and started to get ready. You lie in bed and watch as he dons his uniform and smooths out his sex hair.

“I should be home for dinner today, I am only scheduled to patrol until five.”

You nod, “Do you want to go out? Mina said the new soba place was really good.”

Shoto flashed you a warm smile, “I would love that, I’ll see you tonight.”

You push up on your elbows to meet his lips for one last kiss before he leaves. No matter how many times you kissed him, he always managed to take your breath away. You bring your hand up to his cheek as he slowly pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“Please be safe.”

He tilts his head into your hand, giving you some of its weight. “Don’t worry, I promise I will always come back to you.”

You drop your hand and lay back down, watching as he leaves the confines of the bedroom, and listened for the front door to close. Slipping on one of your lazy shirts, you make your way to the kitchen. You grab a few ingredients and cook a quick breakfast, eating it while you watch the news. Thankfully there was nothing big going on in the city, only a few petty criminals.

Shoto was more capable of taking care of himself but it was hard not to worry. You knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with Shoto, but he made all the stress and worry worth it.

You sit at the small counter and eat your breakfast. You avoid scheduling anything on your days off just in case they let Shoto off early so you had nothing planned. You put your dishes in the sink and start to collect some laundry, you could at least clean up some before you rested.

A loud buzz filled the apartment signaling someone was wanting to come up. You drop off the laundry and click on the speaker. Shoto had chosen this apartment because of the added security measures in place. No one could come up to the floor without a key or explicit permission.

“Hello?” You say into the small mic, unsure who would be asking to come up. Shoto hadn’t mention anyone planning on coming over.

“Can I come up?” The deep powerful voice of Endeavor said to the mic.

For a brief moment, your heart stopped. You tried to frantically think of what to say but no words came to mind. You had only ever met him once and you had Shoto by your side. You know he does not approve of your relationship with Shoto, after all, Shoto is going to be one of the world’s strongest heroes and you were well you.

“Just a minute,” You say to buy time as you debate whether or not to call Shoto. On one hand, having him by your side would keep Endeavor in line but on the other, you should be able to handle being around your fiance’s father. After all once you get married he will be family.

You suck in a stabilizing breath and call down to the front desk to give Endeavor permission to come up. While you waited for him to arrive you run to the bedroom and quickly put on a more presentable outfit. You still wanted to call Shoto, to have his supporting hand at the small of your back as you talk to the flame hero.

Three stern knocks signaled that Endeavor had arrived. You turn the knob and ignore the dread filling your stomach, you could do this. Endeavor knew better than to hurt you, he probably just wanted to talk about your engagement.

You stood frozen in the doorway and stare at the flame hero. He did not have any of his usual fire blazing, letting you see his natural hair better. Without his flames or hero uniform, he was a lot less intimidating.

You plaster on your best smile, “Please, come in.”

He steps into your shared apartment and takes off his shoes. You smile, this was definitely a good start. You both silently make your way to the dining room and sit. You were unsure what you need to do so you sit silently and wait.

Endeavor cleared his throat, “This is a very nice place the two of you share. Shoto chose well.”

You give a cautious smile, “I do really love this apartment. I have never lived somewhere with a view as nice as this one and it is easy for both of us to get to work from here.”

Endeavor nodded, “I won’t waste any more of your time, pretending to be here for a visit. I am sure you have seen the news lately. Shoto has fallen over two spots in rank compared to last year. After evaluating his skills and performance in the field, my agency has determined that his fall in rank is due to the amount of time he is taking off.”

You stiffen in your seat, scared of where this is going to go.

“I allowed this relationship to continue as it was not worth getting Shoto upset with my interference, but this is going too far. You are ruining his chances at becoming the number one hero.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “Excuse me!”

Endeavor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small booklet. He opens it to reveal a single check. He pushes it over to you, the box for the amount was blank.

“You fill out how much you want to leave this relationship.”

“You can’t be serious, what kind of person do you think I am?”

Endeavor’s face held no emotion, “How much?”

Your face twists in anger, “Fuck you! I’m not leaving Shoto, not for any amount of money. You can take this check and shove it-”

“If you do not leave I will be forced to take action.”

A rush of fear runs through you, “What do you mean?”

Endeavor sighed, “I let Shoto leave my agency with the understanding that he would still work to climb his way to the top. He is no longer doing this. If he continues like this I will have to call up the agency he is working at and have him removed from their staff.”

“Removed, you mean fired. You will have him fired because he is going to marry me?” Your throat began to grow tight as the world started to close in around you.

“I am going to have him removed because he can’t do his job properly and be with you.”

You begin to shake, “And how is that going to help him become the number one hero?”

“Simple, he will have to come work for me again. Under my influence, he will take over the number one spot in no time.”

“You know he hates working for you. He loves the agency he is working at, you would rip that way from him?”

Endeavor’s flames started to sprout, “I have seen too many heroes with potential never amount to anything because of relationships like yours. I will be damned if the same happens to Shoto.”

“So I will talk to Shoto about not taking as much time off.” You try to reason.

Endeavor shakes his head, “It is far too late for that. It is not just me who is taking notice to his slacking. If he continues to behave the way he is, I won’t even need to make the call to have him removed. If you want him to not have to work for me you will leave him or all of this will be your fault.”

Endeavor stands to his full height, “After today if I see you anywhere with him he will come to work for me whether he wants to or not.”

He leaves you to sit alone in the apartment. You sit still in your chair, unsure what to think. How could a morning that started so perfect end up like this? You somehow managed not to cry, too focused on figuring out what to do.

You know Shoto loved you, he made sure to tell you almost every day, but could he love you if it meant he had to do something he hated? He loved working at the agency with Inasa and others. The time he spent working under his dad was some of the most miserable of his life.

The entire reason the two of you even met was that he went out with his friends to celebrate finally leaving his father’s agency. How could you ask him to stay with you if it meant returning to misery?

With no one to turn to you flip on the tv, needed background noise as you try to find a solution. You could not ask Mina or Kirishima for help, they would spill to Shoto the minute you told them. If he even caught a hint at what was going on he would go berserk.

You had only ever seen him mad once when a fan tried to throw something at you. His entire demeanor changed from quiet and calm into a simmering rage. He would have easily laid out the fan but you somehow managed to calm him enough to convince him to go home. He had spent hours fucking you to get out his rage. By the time he was back to normal your entire body was covered in hickeys and bruises.

You shake your head to clear your mind of, this was not time to think about sex. You look around the apartment you share with Shoto and feel tears begin to well in your eyes. You didn’t want to leave him. Being with him these past few months had been the happiest of your life. You had never loved someone like you loved him.

Could you live with yourself if you had to watch the beautiful light in his eyes fade if he worked for Endeavor? In the dark of night, Shoto would confide in you about his childhood. How his father only saw him as a tool to overcome All Might. If you stayed with him he would have to be around that mindset every day.

Shoto deserved happiness, even if it was not with you. He was young and handsome, he could easily find someone else. You know it will be hard on him but you could not live with yourself if you had to watch him grow to be miserable.

You lift your chin up, you had to break up with Shoto, it was the only option.

You turn to the bedroom and grab a duffel bag you used moving in. You had to move your stuff out before he got home. You know if he had time he would be able to convince you to stay.

You haphazardly pack away your clothes, not bothering to fold the piles as you shove them into the bag. You would only be able to pack a bag without a car to move.

The small click of a lock stopped you dead in your tracts. No, he wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another hour. The bag drops out of your fingers and you run to the living room. He was standing in the kitchen with the fridge open. He did always get hungry after patrol.

He turned his head at the sound of your footsteps and smiled. Your heart finally broke in half, you were never going to have this again. Deep sobs tore up your throat and before you could stop them fat tears began to fall.

Shoto’s face filled with panic and he rushed over to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice filled with panic.

This only makes you cry harder, you didn’t want to do this. The weight of your loss grew stronger as his hold tightened.

“W-we have to break up,” You incoherently sob into his chest.

“Baby, I don’t understand what you are saying, can you look at me?” He gently bruised his hand up your forehead pushing your head back so he could look into your eyes.

Your lower lip trembles but you somehow manage to speak, “I am calling off the engagement, I can’t do this anymore.”

You watch as his face drops, his eyes wide with confusion, “Baby, what are you talking about? What is wrong, did something happen when I was gone?”

You shake your head, “I can’t do this anymore.” Lie. “Being with you is exhausting.” Lie. “I thought you were the one but I was wrong.” Lies, lies, lies. You hate every word that comes from your lips but this had to hurt. You had to make him hate you, it was the only way.

He drops the arms that once held you close to him, “I don’t, I don’t understand? We were fine this morning, what happened?” His blue eyes were glossy with unfallen tears.

You wrapped your arms tight around your waist for mock comfort. “I-I have been thinking about this since you proposed, I can’t handle dating a hero it is too much stress. I am m-miserable.”

Watching Shoto struggle to speak as he processed what you said hurt more than just ripping your own heart out.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner? Why did you let this go on for so long if you felt that way?”

You shake your head, “I thought I would get used to it, but it has only gotten worse.”

“But this morning and every day before that you never said anything. You seemed happy.” He turned his back to you and walked towards the kitchen.

“Why now? What changed?”

You needed to end this before he asked any more questions, you let thick walls close around your heart and go for the kill, “Because I don’t love you anymore.”

His entire face crumbles as if you had stabbed him. Unable to look at him any longer you grab your duffel from the bedroom. You take one last look at the bedroom, the bed still a mess after this morning.

The weight of your loss was so suffocating you couldn’t even breathe as you walk past Shoto. He stood still in the living room unmoving in shock. He blinked strongly a few times like he was trying to wake up from a terrible nightmare.

You reach the front door “I am going to stay at Mina’s if you need anything. I’m so sorry Shoto.”

This was for the best, he could receiver from losing you. You were only in his life for a few months but his dream of being a hero had been lifelong. This breakup will only be a road bump in his journey to success. You knew he will reach the top, it just won’t be with you.

[barnesbabee]

‘Yes, Mr.Choi’ || C.S [1]

Summary: Most bosses give you work, this one however got you worked up.

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: A bunch

Genre: Smut

A/N: There’s some harsh shit here

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[1] [2] [ꜰɪɴᴀʟ]

 You knew the sparkle in his eyes wasn’t because the meeting had gone well, you knew the praises weren’t towards your work and when he asked you to work overtime you knew damn well you’d be touching no papers.

  You held the door open for all of the owners of other companies to exit the big room where the reunion had happened. As your boss passed by you he made sure to give your ass a harsh squeeze, before bidding goodbye to the other men.

  Choi San was a shameless man, he fucked, he partied, he broke women’s hearts... But he was meticulous about everything he did, you’d never find any dirt on his name. Every move of his was calculated to a point where he’d live his life with his messed up version of fun while maintaining this perfect profile to the public eye. He was truly something else...

  Of course you knew nothing about this when you were interviewed for the job. You sent multiple applications to several companies and San’s was the only one who happened to accept you. 

 On the very first day of your job the word around was that Mr. Choi was mad someone had hired a personal assistant for him without his consultation, so when you were called to his office, your original nervousness multiplied and spread wherever it could. Little did you know, he had originally called you in to fire you. He liked to take matters into his own hands, he didn’t need a fucking assistant. But the second you came in his big office surrounded by large glass windows and he laid eyes on you, it all changed. His burning look examined your figure (that was certainly petite next to his) and he smirked. You didn’t know what that meant, but you would soon find out. 

  He had asked you to stay over and do some “extra work” for him for the first time, and to show your interest in the job, you stayed. You were organizing files alphabetically in his office when he slowly walked behind you and grasped your hips, pushing you back slowly, so your body was pressing against his.

  “You know Y/N, you have such a beautiful voice,” one of the man’s hands traveled up your body, and he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger as his lips got closer to your ear “I bet it would sound so much better calling for my name.”

  In your head, the situation sounded so messed up... Having sex with your boss?

  But your skin burned under his touch and you couldn’t help but melt at his words. He spun you around slowly so you’d be facing him. San looked you in the eye and he chuckled.

  “Am I making you nervous?” He asked.

  The terrified yet excited look on your face had given you away for sure. You looked away shyly and nodded. 

  The boss grabbed your chin, making you look him in the eye and started by kissing your jaw, your cheek and finally, the corner of your mouth.

  “Don’t worry,” he said with a sly smile “your boss won’t fire you if he finds out.”

  You chuckled slightly at his joke, which made you feel more comfortable, and that’s how Choi San first got you. And you couldn’t lie, you loved it. You loved the thrill of being taken by your boss after a long day of work. You loved seeing his amazing body craving for your own. You loved the feeling of you coming all over him while he pulled your hair or choked you with those large hands of his.

  And today was no different, you only had a couple hours until everyone went home, but you were growing impatient. You yearned for his attention as he had been too busy for almost two weeks now, so when he asked you to “work overtime” it was hard to hide your excitement.

  You couldn’t stop looking at the watch, while biting your lip, and, by pure luck, a colleague of yours handed you paperwork that needed Mr. Choi’s approval, so you eagerly made your way to his office and knocked on his door, waiting for a response.

 Once you heard the familiar ‘yes’ come from the inside, you went in and closed the door behind you.

  “Mr. Choi, I need you to sign these release forms for Mr. Park please.” 

  He hummed and you put the papers in front of him, then proceeding to cross your arms as you waited for his signature, purposely accentuating your breasts

  You watched as your boss took a quick look at everything and signed finally. When he handed you the papers back however, his eyes got stuck on your chest and he chuckled slightly, knowing exactly what you were doing.

  “Thank you so much, Mr. Choi.” You thanked and winked before leaving the office.

  The both of you counted the seconds until everyone left, and once the last co-worker of yours left, you heard the door to his office open, and you knew exactly what to do.

  You unbuttoned a couple more buttons from your shirt and stripped from your panties, wanting to give him a little surprise once he went under your skirt. 

  When you entered the room you saw the most ethereal image you had ever laid eyes on: San was leaning on the window, whiskey cup in his hand, with his dark hair still neatly combed back. He had lost his tie and jacket somewhere in the room and his shirt was buttoned down as much as yours while the sleeves were rolled up. You’d always loved a man in a suit, and this one certainly didn’t disappoint. His face was lit up by the moonlight, and he looked as appealing as ever.

   “Mr. Choi?” You called.

  He looked at you, acknowledging your presence, and smirked. The man put down his drink and called you over with his index finger. You obliged and made your way over to him, cupping his cheeks while he grabbed your waist and brought it to his own.  

  He connected your lips, and he made sure to skip all the “soft” steps. With Choi San everything was intense, from the first to the last second. He started with a rough kiss right from the beginning, tugging on your bottom lip from time to time.

  San’s hands traveled to your ass and grabbed it harshly.

   “You’ve been a bad girl, hm? Teasing me while I’m working, making me think about fucking you raw... You know what bad girls get right?”

   “They get punished...” You replied breathlessly as you tilted your head back, giving him access to your neck.

  He nibbled on your soft skin and bit some spots, making sure they would leave a mark.

   “That’s right baby, and should I punish you?” 

   “Yes please Mr. Choi.” You begged.

  He smirked onto your skin as his hands skillfully undid the rest of your buttons and threw the shirt somewhere. His lips attacked your neck once more as his hands sneaked around your body and reached for your bra, unclasping it slowly, and removing it off of you.

  Your boss admired your figure for a second. Your lips were plump and bruised from the harsh makeout session, the marks on your neck were starting to show, your breathing was uneven and your eyes glistened, for him. The man had the darkest expression on his face, he was hungry for you. 

  San pushed you back so you could lean against his wooden desk. One of his hands grabbed your breast violently and played with it while his mouth sucked on the other. You moaned quietly at the contact of his mouth with your sensitive skin, and he took that as a sign to make it rougher.

  His free hand that had been settling on your thigh started making its way up your leg, caressing your inner thigh and then eventually making contact with your core. Once he did however, his lips pulled away from your skin making you groan.

  “Oh? What’s this? My pretty baby decided to ditch her panties?” He asked wearing a smirk.

  “I wanted to surprise you Mr. Choi.” You replied innocently.

  The man chuckled and pulled your skirt up. He then grabbed your hips and made you sit on the desk you were leaning on. 

  You watched as he knelt and attached his lips to your inner thighs, leaving a trail of small kissed up your leg until he reached your womanhood. He teased you by kissing every little spot around it.

  “Please, please Mr. Choi...” You begged.

  You know he couldn’t resist you begging for him, and he quickly moved his lips to suck on your clit while two of his fingers entered you. You moaned his name, and the small sounds and whimpers became stronger and more frequent as he added a third finger and sped up the pace.

  “Do you want to come baby? Hm?” He asked looking up at you.

  One of your hands supported your body and the other was tangled in his hair.

  “Yes, yes please I want to come.”

  He instantly pulled out his fingers and licked them clean, causing you to whine once more at the loss of contact.

  San stood back up and grabbed your jaw harshly, bringing your face dangerously close to his.

  “Bad girls don’t get to come.” 

  The sentence sent shivers down your spine. He connected your lips in another harsh kiss, and you took the time to undress him from his shirt and then palm his already hardened member through his suit pants. San groaned into the kiss, and nothing turned you on more than hearing that man moan and groan because of the way you touched him.

  He was quick to undress his lower half, then bringing your hand to wrap around his dick. You pumped him for a couple of seconds as he kissed you, before placing his tip at your entrance. 

  San was about to ask you something, but once he saw the neediness in your face, he just smirked for the nth time and thrust in you slowly. 

  You gripped his biceps and buried your head in the crook of his neck. One of his hands held your waist while the other rested on your back. His slow thrusts became violent and fast from one second to the other, and it drove you crazy. You threw your head back and cried out his name as your nails dug into the skin of his arms.

  “Fuck, you feel so good, so tight around my cock baby...” He praised you.

  His hand caressed your body as it made its way from your back to your neck to choked you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you made a huge effort to not come.

 “Mr. Choi can I please come?” You begged.

 You heard him chuckle followed by a harsh slap to your ass and you knew your request was about to be denied.

 “Oh no princess, you don’t get to come just yet.”

 He pulled out and made you stand up, so he could turn you around and fuck you from behind. You spread your legs for him and supported yourself on the desk with your elbows, lusting for what was about to come.

 San did not pity as he entered you harshly and slammed in and out of you. He grabbed your hips to give his movements more stability. His praises, occasional spanks and small groans were driving you crazy, and by the way your legs started to tremble he could tell you wanted to come.

 “You want to come baby girl? You want to come on my dick?”

  “Oh my God yes Mr. Choi!” You yelled, dragging your fingernails through the desk.

  “Come for me then.” 

  As soon as he gave you the permission you came, with a loud moan for his name. 

  He grabbed your ass and with a few more thrusts and the feeling of you clenching around him sent the man over the edge.

  The room was dead silent. All the two of you could hear were your heavy breaths and the sound of San’s chair creaking as he sat on it. 

  You gathered your items and quickly got dressed. As you opened the door to leave his office you looked over your shoulder.

   “Goodnight Mr. Choi.”

  He usually didn’t reply, he’d just let you leave as he’d sip on his whiskey, but tonight, just as you started closing the door behind you, you heard a small ‘Goodnight Miss Y/N’ and you wished that, for once, you didn’t have to leave.

[youreacowgirllikeme]

Solace

note: this is for @cnnownsme who requested a soft, comforting Chris fic, I hope you like it! xx

words: 1.9k

warnings: mild swearing, angst, bit of smut (nothing too graphic though)

enjoy :)

You were startled awake by the sound of breaking glass. Groaning softly, you looked around, unsure what exactly had happened. It was dark, only the glow of your computer screen was illuminating the kitchen. It seemed like you fell asleep sitting on the dining table and accidentally knocked over your glass of water, which now laid shattered on the ground.

"Shit!” you swore under your breath and carefully got up to turn on the light, trying to avoid the shatters of glass littered around on the floor.

You were in the midst of cleaning up the mess you made when you heard soft footsteps coming closer.

“Baby, it’s the middle of the night, what happened?” The sleepy voice of your boyfriend asked. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, dressed in only pajama bottoms, his curly hair tousled from sleep. His eyes squinted against the light, and he looked so cute that you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and follow him to bed. But you couldn’t.

“I was still up working on that article, fell asleep and knocked over my water glass. Go back to bed, Chris, everything is alright.” You replied, tiredness and frustration evident in your voice. You didn’t want to argue now, you knew you weren’t getting enough sleep, but the work had to be done either way.

“Y/N, please come to bed with me, I promise you’ll be much more productive after a good night’s sleep.” Chris tried to convince you, reaching out to put his huge arms around your smaller frame and pull you against his chest. You resisted the temptation to just snuggle up to his warm, comforting body, wriggling yourself free from his embrace instead.

“Chris, I told you, the deadline is next week and if I don’t have a first draft ready by tomorrow my boss is going to have my ass.” You snapped, starting to grow annoyed, the lack of sleep and stress were taking a toll on your mood. “Go back to bed, please.”

Chris looked taken aback, but he yielded, pressing a kiss to your forehead and murmuring a quick good night before disappearing into the direction of your bedroom again.

You felt a flash of guilt, you knew he only wanted what was best for you, but you were in a position at work that didn’t allow for any mistakes. You were one of the youngest members of the team, and your strong opinions that you weren’t afraid to voice made you a thorn in the side of your boss. You had a target on your back, and you were not about to give them any reason to fire you.

Uttering a deep sight, you made yourself some coffee and continued working.

+++

A week later, things had spiraled out of control for you. Your boss was giving you so much heat, criticizing you and your work whenever he could. You were running on only a couple of hours of sleep during the last days, your appetite was almost gone, replaced by a constant queasiness in your stomach.

Between your job and Chris’ show, you haven’t been able to spend any quality time together, and on the rare occasion that you saw each other, you were tired and easily angered. Chris went out of his way to shield you from stress and tried talking to you multiple times.

He told you that he was worried, that you looked unwell and that you should consider taking some days off. But you had your walls up, dismissing him. He couldn’t understand the position you were in, he was well established as a journalist while you were still at the very base of the food chain. You had to put everything you had into this job, or you would never reach the top.

Still, you could see how your behavior hurt Chris and felt incredibly guilty about it. He was your rock, the most important person in your life, and you wanted nothing more than just crawl into bed with him for a week, or fly to a desert island, just the two of you. But talking about your emotions and fears had never been your strong suit, so you were just eating everything up. But you could feel breaking point approaching, and as usual, it hit you when you least expected it.

It was Friday evening; you had handed in your finished article a couple of hours before and were now preparing for what was hopefully going to be a more relaxed weekend. You currently were in the kitchen, trying to make dinner. Chris was still at work, but you wanted to surprise him and spend an actual evening with him, to make up for everything you put him through the last week.

Suddenly, your phone was ringing, your boss’s number showing up on the screen. You thought about just ignoring it, it was a Friday night after all, but maybe something important came up.

You instantly regretted taking the call. Your boss was basically tearing the article you gave him apart, disagreeing with so many of your arguments. He was calling you a failure and threatening to fire you if there wasn’t a completely revised version on his desk by Monday.

You managed to hold the tears at bay while you were still on the phone, but right after you hung up, you collapsed. Your body just slumped against the wall of the living room, sliding down until your head was between your knees.

The tears were flowing steadily, sobs wrecking your body while all the anger, stress, fear and pressure of the past weeks came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You curled up against the wall and just cried, the world around you going blurry. You had lost track of time when you sensed rapid footsteps coming towards you. Chris was home.

“Babe, what is wrong?” his concerned voice barely came through to you, and you were crying to much to give an answer. Suddenly, you were picked up by a pair of strong arms and as soon as you felt the comforting presence of Chris’ warm body, the floodgates really opened.

He laid you down onto the sofa, covered you with a soft blanket and just held you while you let out all the repressed feelings that have been eating you up. His large hand was softly stroking little circles across your back while you cried your eyes out until there were wet patches all over his shirt.

When you finally calmed down and looked up at him, his eyes were full of worry.

“Talk to me, Y/N, please. I don’t know what is happening, and I can’t help you if you don’t tell me. I’m not able to just sit back and watch you fall apart in front of me.” His voice was stained with emotion, and it was breaking your heart to see him so affected by the situation. He was the more empathic part of your relationship and had a keen intuition for other people’s feelings, and you had given him such a hard time, constantly pushing him away. But you knew that now was the time to fess up, you couldn’t continue like this anymore.

So you talked, about the amount of stress you have been under, about how you snuck out of bed when he was asleep to go back to work so you wouldn’t worry him, how your boss was almost bullying you recently, giving you immense word loads, impossible death lines and throwing insults at you at every chance he got. You told Chris that you could barely stomach any kind of food anymore, and that the sole thought of going back to work on Monday almost made you vomit.

When you finished, Chris was speechless. Then he reached out and just gave you the biggest, tightest hug, peppering little kisses to your hairline and stroking your back. You allowed yourself to relax for what maybe was the first time in weeks, sinking into Chris embrace. You just felt safe in his arms, like nothing bad could ever reach you as long as he was holding you.

When you looked up to him, his eyes were so warm, open and full of love that you could feel yourself tearing up again.

“You.” Chris said, putting your face between his hands and bringing it close to his. “are the most brilliant, kind, dedicated and resourceful woman I’ve ever met. You are intelligent, gentle, caring and so committed to everything you do. And the fact that those people at your work managed to take away your joy makes me so incredibly mad. But this is not about me, this is about you. You have to get your perspective back, and your love for what you. I don’t know why you kept all this from me, but I don’t care, I just want to see you smile again.”

You were crying again now, but this time it was from being totally emotionally overwhelmed. You loved this man so much, and all that stress paired with your own stubbornness had clouded your judgement and prevented you from seeing that the help and support you desperately needed had been right in front of you the whole time.

“I love you so much, baby.” You sobbed, “and I’m so terribly sorry for the way I treated you. I just wasn’t able to see the horizon anymore, I feel like I am drowning, and I don’t know what to do.”

“You need to get out of there, Y/N. I know you poured your soul into this job, but it’s breaking you down and I won’t let that happen. I am going to help you with finding a better place to work. I won’t stand by while you lose your passion and your enthusiasm. I love you too much for that.” His voice was calm, but heavy with emotion. He was being serious, and deep in your heart, you knew he was right.

You just nodded, to worn down to utter another word.

He pressed a tender kiss to your mouth, and the warmth that spread to your body when you felt his lips on yours was like a bright burst of light after walking around in darkness for days.

“We are going to make a plan and talk everything through tomorrow, baby. For now, let me take care of you.” Chris said, stroking your hair and planting small kisses along the side of your face, down your jaw and neck.

His hands were stroking your sides softly and you sighed, leaning back into the sofa cushions, just enjoying the warm feeling of Chris’ love and attention.

His hands and lips were slowly making their way all over your body and you were getting softer and more pliant with every inch of skin he was exposing to his ministrations. When his feather light kisses finally found their way between your legs, you let out a breathy moan, burying your hands in his curly hair. His tongue and fingers teased and caressed you until you came apart under him, his name falling from your mouth over and over like a prayer.

Afterwards, he held you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings against your skin, how beautiful you were, how much he loved you, that he would never leave you alone. You soaked up everything, feeling a bit less broken and hurt with every word. You fell asleep in his embrace, at peace and knowing you could take on anything in the world as long as you had Chris by your side.

[woodstockbtswriter]

Voyagers

Genre: Fluff/Headcanon

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female)

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join BTS on a Bon Voyage adventure leads to once-in-a-lifetime love.

Warning(s): Some mentions of physical intimacy, but nothing detailed or graphic.

Author’s Note: So... this is it. This is the end. And as promised, it is looooong. You might want to find some snacks and a comfy spot before we get started. I probably could have broken this up into 3 or 4 more parts but, here it is. Please note, my SMAU Sentimental and my drabble Love both fit into this part, and I’ve added links where they should be read.

I can’t believe how far we’ve come! This story is my baby, and I’m so immensely grateful for all the love and support it has received! As relieved as I am to finish it, it is hard to let go, so it’s entirely possible that I may write some bonus chapters in the future. Although, I tried to fit so much into this epilogue, I’m not sure what’s left to say! So anyway, for the last time, please, PLEASE enjoy! 💕

GIF Credit: MONOSUGA

Masterlist

Epilogue

Leaving New Zealand

Yoongi promised he’d take care of everything, and he meant it

You learned that maybe an hour after he snuck out of your room, when one of the producers stopped you as you were lugging your suitcase down the hall

You recognized him as the same producer who’d requested you spend less time with Yoongi, and you worried you were in trouble

But to your astonishment, he apologized for suggesting anything, saying it was never his intention to make things difficult for you and he meant no disrespect

He then informed you that he personally made all the arrangements for you to fly to Korea with the boys instead of returning home

And as he bowed and wished you all the best, you realized Yoongi must have spoken with him

You were touched that he kept his word, and made sure to thank him as soon as you found him out in the main area of the house

All the members and the crew were bustling about the living room and kitchen, hurrying to pack up and clear out

But you dared to give Yoongi a quick, grateful hug, and a blush spread across his cheeks

Hoseok noticed and froze in his tracks, shooting you a look

So you guessed it was as good a time as any to let the other boys know you’d be joining them on their flight home

(Though you’d have to wait until you were all alone to tell them exactly why)

They were all happy and excited, but none more than Hoseok

He scooped you up in his arms and twirled you around, squealing

And when he set you back down, he whispered in your ear that he wanted to hear all the details later

With a laugh, you promised to tell him everything as soon as you got the chance

Not much later, everyone was all loaded up, and you made your way to the airport

Leaving New Zealand was bittersweet

Your week there with the boys had been one of the best of your life

But you were excited to have another whole week with Yoongi

And you were particularly looking forward to more privacy

Though you knew it wouldn’t be much more

The Bangtan boys were constantly in the public eye

And that meant that - even though filming for Bon Voyage was over - you and Yoongi still had to maintain some distance when you weren’t alone

That much was apparent the moment you arrived at the airport in Christchurch

Yoongi had held your hand the whole drive, but released it before exiting the vehicle and didn’t take it again

But you still sat next to each other on the plane, and enjoyed talking and watching movies together during the long flight

And everything about it just felt so comfortable and normal and… right

That is, until you ultimately arrived at the Incheon airport, and the reality of dating an idol became even clearer

Dozens of paparazzi and fans were gathered, obviously aware that BTS was due to return that day

The crowd fluttered to life as soon as your group came around the corner, cameras flashing and girls calling out

And when they caught sight of you with the members, they became even more frantic

But Yoongi subtly kept you close behind him, shielding you from the mob as best he could

And the other boys formed a circle around you until you made it out of the airport and into a waiting car

Then when you were safely behind tinted windows, Yoongi finally took your hand again

And he expressed his regret that you had to endure that scene, seeming worried that you’d have second thoughts

But you reassured him that you could handle the craziness, and promised him that he was worth it to you

He was visibly relieved when you said that

With a smile and a squeeze of your hand, he assured you he would look out for you

And promised that you were worth it to him, too

First Night in Seoul

When you arrived at their luxury apartment in the heart of Seoul, Yoongi and the boys gave you the grand tour first thing

It was a little surreal to actually be there when you’d only ever seen it in videos

But you noticed how much more relaxed the boys seemed the moment they walked in the door, and could tell how happy they were to be home

And you felt instantly at home, too

Which was a good thing, because Yoongi informed you that you would be staying at their apartment with them all week

You would have been more than happy with a hotel room, you told him, your mouth hanging open

You would have even taken a bunk in a hostel, as long as you were close to him

But Yoongi insisted, saying you could stay in his room, and he’d sleep on the couch

Or you could share his bed, he mumbled so only you could hear, if that was what you were most comfortable with

With a suppressed smile, you told him you’d think about it, and you resumed your tour of the apartment feeling unreasonably flushed

After you’d seen the whole apartment, the boys ordered dinner (Jimin’s treat, of course)

And as everyone tucked in, Namjoon raised his glass

He proposed a celebratory toast, to a successful Bon Voyage, to returning home, to you - their new friend

And to Yoongi-hyung falling in love

The other members cheered enthusiastically in agreement, tapping their glasses together

Which caused you to grin, and Yoongi to groan

Namjoon, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook wasted no time recounting their version of events, filling Jin and Jimin in on anything they might have missed

And you happily supplied any further details they lacked, like the fact that you and Yoongi were now officially together

All the boys teased Yoongi mercilessly for being so soft

And Yoongi was a grumbling, blushing mess all the while

But you could feel the love behind their mocking

And they made sure you knew - despite their joking - how truly happy they all were for both of you

By the time dinner was over, everyone was exhausted and ready to call it a night

You hadn’t given a lot of thought to the sleeping arrangements since Yoongi first mentioned them

But as he made up his bed for you with clean sheets and extra pillows, you knew you didn’t want to sleep in his room without him

And when you asked him to stay, Yoongi needed no convincing

He quickly slipped beneath the covers with you, hugging you tightly against his body and pressing kisses to the back of your neck and into your hair

And that was how you spent the whole night, curled up together, sleeping blissfully

And though you’d be lying if you said the idea of doing something other than sleeping never crossed your mind…

Just being able to spend the night together without any fear of being caught in the morning was enough

For the time being, anway

Boyfriend/Girlfriend

Your extra week with Yoongi in Korea, like your week in New Zealand, was one you’d never forget

The boys had full schedules, consisting of everything from rehearsals to filming to recording to appearances, but Yoongi continued to keep his promise

He arranged for you to accompany them to everything, so you were able to spend a lot of time all together

And you naturally continued to grow closer and closer to all of the boys

Especially Hoseok

He remained your biggest ally and most trusted confidant, and you quickly became best friends

Those hours of downtime in dressing rooms were some of the most fun of your week

They were also some of the longest, as you spent many of them waiting on the boys to fulfil their responsibilities

But their staff members were very accommodating - having been instructed to respect and protect you - and you even made friends with a few of the the stylists

When the guys didn’t have obligations, Yoongi spent every waking (and non-waking) moment with you

On the second day of your stay, Yoongi gave you a private tour of Genius Lab

At first, he seemed shy and self-conscious about showing you such an important part of his life

But when he sat in front of his computer, Yoongi casually pulled you down to sit with him, reaching his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder as he played you a couple of beats

And next thing you knew you were turned around on his lap, exchanging heated kisses as Yoongi leaned back in his office chair

Eventually, you forced yourselves to leave the studio

But not before Yoongi gave you the passcode, and told you to feel free to use it anytime

Which you did, every chance you got

You loved to see him in his element, and were content to just sit and listen to him work for hours

You’d thumb through his Ikea catalogs while you listened, nodding along to his beats

And you often brought him coffee or lunch, to keep his energy up

On the third day, you found time to play some one-on-one basketball

Which Yoongi let you win

And you let him think he let you win

You also cooked dinner together a few nights

Stole a nap together more than once

Binge-watched The Lord of the Rings together

And spent every night secure in each other’s arms

Yoongi may have been worried he couldn’t be the kind of boyfriend you wanted

But he was

He absolutely was

Completely unlike his cold, unfeeling, disinterested, tough-guy persona, he was nothing but soft and caring with you

Just as you’d always known he would be

And the first time he referred to you as his girlfriend - on the fourth day, when he told Jin to stop bothering you with his dad jokes - it made your heart skip a beat

You still had to be mindful in public and around cameras, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought, and it got easier every day

In fact, Yoongi found it remarkable how well - and how quickly - you were able to adapt to his chaotic life

Last Night in Seoul

Before you knew it, it was your final night in Korea

As you as laid together in Yoongi’s bed - after having shared your last meal with all the members - your head and heart were both fit to burst

You couldn’t bear the thought of saying goodbye to Yoongi in the morning

Especially without telling him you loved him

And when Yoongi kissed you slowly and deeply...

After his eyes caressed your face as he told you how breathtakingly beautiful you are…

You were overcome by the desire to show him - physically - how much you loved him

Your hands fumbled to grasp his shirt, and pull it up over his head

But Yoongi stopped you as soon as he realized your intent

“Not like this,” He said

Not rushed

Not urgent

Not desperate

As much as he wanted you - and he wanted you very much - he didn’t want to take this step just because you were leaving the next day and felt like you were out of time

He wanted to wait until the moment was right

When he could take his time with you, and treat you the way you deserved to be treated

You couldn’t help but be disappointed by his response

But deep down you appreciated how much he respected you, and you knew he was right

So you only stayed up talking that night

And as hard as it was, you refrained from ever blurting out, “I love you”

Because you wanted to wait for the right moment, too

“Home” At Last

Leaving Korea the next morning was one of the hardest things you ever had to do

But you managed to save your tears until after you hugged all the boys, kissed Yoongi, and climbed into the car that would take you to the airport

Before you left, Yoongi bought a return ticket for you to visit again the next month

And you promised each other to keep in constant contact until then

But as the driver pulled away from the boys’ apartment complex and you waved to each other until you were out of sight…

You felt like you were leaving half of yourself behind

Sentimental 

When you were finally home, it seemed as though you had been gone much longer than 2 weeks

And, if you were honest, it didn’t really feel like home anymore

You tried to return to your normal routine, to immerse yourself in your work that you loved

But now that you knew what it was like to have Yoongi in your life, normal life felt…

Empty without him

You kept in touch and communicated through texts and calls everyday

Any spare minute Yoongi could find in his hectic schedule, he would video chat with you

He always made time for you, and always made an effort to be open and vulnerable with you

And though he rarely said it in so many words, you could tell he missed you just as much as you missed him

Hearing Yoongi’s deep voice and seeing his handsome face always put you at ease

But no call was ever long enough

And after one particularly brief conversation, you idly began researching how to apply for a visa

You also hated not saying “I love you” every time you said goodbye

But you didn’t want the first time you told Yoongi to be over the phone

So you made up your mind that the next time you saw him, you would tell him no matter what 

Firsts

Finally, after what felt like a never-ending month, you found yourself back in Yoongi’s studio

And in his arms - where you’d been longing to be - as he played a new song for you

It was softer and more melodic than his usual style

He sang along to the music, his voice smooth and low, and you quickly realized…

It was a love song

And when the last notes faded out, he admitted that he wrote it for you

With tears brimming in your eyes, you couldn’t contain yourself any longer

Your words spilling out of you, you told Yoongi you loved the song

And you loved him

So, so much

Yoongi wiped your tears with a soft smirk

That’s what he was going to say

You stole the words right out of his mouth, he teased you

You chuckled, apologizing, but Yoongi shook his head

And as he kissed you tenderly, he said he loved you

So, so much

He’d been falling for you all along, he told you, but when you left last month…

He immediately noticed how empty his studio, his bed, his life, and his heart, felt without you

And that was when he realized he was completely in love with you

It was impossible to describe how you felt hearing Yoongi speak those 3 little words

Finally being able to say those 3 little words to him felt almost as good

And you looked forward to saying - and hearing - them often from then on out

For the rest of the day, Yoongi could hardly keep his hands off of you

And later that night, he did more than say “I love you”

Though he did say it, over and over

But he also showed you how much he loved you

Physically, for the first time

And contrary to most fanfiction you’d come across, Yoongi was not rough

In reality, he was gentle and sweet and soft and caring and loving and patient and giving and...

Perfect

Everything about that night was perfect

And more than worth the wait

Yoongi marveled at and worshiped every inch of you

He made you feel so loved

And beautiful 

And good

More than once

You didn’t take a single moment of the experience for granted

You were mindful to appreciate every detail, to admire everything about Yoongi

And you made sure he felt just as loved - and as good - as you did

That visit was a turning point for your relationship

Yoongi had made it clear - in more ways than one - that any fear he may have felt about falling in love was long gone

And when you returned home, your mind was made up

So you secretly began applying for a work visa in earnest

Because seeing the man you loved so infrequently was only getting harder and harder to bear

Bon Voyage On Air

The next time you visited Yoongi was another month later

And your season of Bon Voyage premiered that same week

So with plenty of snacks and drinks, you gathered in the dorm living room with all the boys and watched the first episode together

Seeing the footage of your incredible journey brought back so many feelings and memories, and it was so fun to reminisce with everyone

But you noticed the editors made suggestive comments every time you and Yoongi were on screen together

Nothing obvious, just subtle little remarks about how cute you were around each other and how fond you seemed to be of one another

You hoped it wouldn’t be enough to make viewers suspect anything about the true nature of your relationship

But the other members noticed, and it was enough for them to tease you and Yoongi

A few weeks later, after several episodes of Bon Voyage had aired, it came to your attention that ARMY had picked up on the chemistry between you and Yoongi

Speculation as to whether you were dating was all over the internet

A lot of fans eagerly shipped you together

As Yoongi had predicted, they found you very likeable, and it was easy to see how well you got along

But there were also plenty of “fans” who had some not very nice things to say about you

Yoongi comforted you when you saw some of the negative comments, and begged you to not worry about any of it

He assured you that things would blow over

And if they didn’t…

Well, you’d deal with that when the time came

The Holiday Season

The next month, BTS had several appearances scheduled in the U.S., so Yoongi arranged for you to meet up with them

One event was a Christmas concert, and you agreed to exchange gifts afterwards because you wouldn't be able to be together Christmas day

You gave Yoongi an authentic chef’s coat with his name embroidered, and a certificate for a couples cooking class

Both of which he moaned and grumbled about

But you knew by the way his eyes twinkled that he was touched, and that he secretly loved his gift

Yoongi gave you a gorgeous, one-of-a-kind light fixture he’d commissioned from a local artist in Seoul

And when you opened the box, you found yourself doing something you never imagined you would do:

Crying over a lamp

Yoongi looked scared when he saw the tears running down your cheeks

But when you managed to articulate that they were happy tears and you loved your present, he grinned and you pulled him into a crushing hug

The week between Christmas and New Year’s, you received word that your work visa had finally been approved

BTS was going to perform in Times Square on New Year’s Eve, so you planned tell Yoongi the good news then

You had to wait behind the scenes while he and the boys were onstage during the countdown

But Yoongi kissed you the moment they returned to the dressing room

And when you told him that you were moving to Korea, he was so stunned he didn’t know what to say

The other members reacted so enthusiastically to your announcement - jumping, dancing, and shouting - that you wouldn’t have heard Yoongi speak anyway

But you could see the tears gathering in his eyes, and they - along with his gummy smile - told you everything he couldn’t say

Moving to South Korea

Over the next month, you happily packed up your entire life and moved to Seoul

Though you didn’t have an apartment lined up yet, you did manage to find an amazing job opportunity with a local interior design company

But all of the guys urged you to not to wait any longer, because they’d be releasing their new album soon and would be busier than ever

They were only too happy to let you stay with them until you found your own place

You didn’t want to take advantage of their hospitality but, once again, Yoongi promised he’d take care of everything

It was only when you were standing inside an empty but beautiful, luxury apartment in an upscale neighborhood not far from the dorms, that you realized how he intended to keep his promise

Yoongi explained that even though all 7 boys chose to still live together, several of them actually owned their own homes

They kept them mostly as investments, but they occasionally came in handy

Like now, when you needed a place to live

The apartment you were in was Yoongi’s private suite

And he wanted you to have it

You tried to decline, saying he was being way too generous and you couldn’t accept

But he insisted

He wanted you close by, he wanted you to be somewhere safe

And he liked the idea of sharing his home with you

But if it would make you feel better, he smirked, he could always charge you rent

You were still hesitant

But then he showed you around the place, pointing out his favorite architectural details, telling you about his plans for its design, and asking you for your professional opinion...

And he was just so cute and eager you couldn’t refuse

So you moved in right away, and you and Yoongi thoroughly enjoyed working together to pick all the paint colors, the furniture, the decorations, and - especially - the light fixtures

As always, you were a great team

Your Christmas present was the perfect final, finishing touch to your new home

And though Yoongi maintained his main residence with the other members…

He probably spent more time at your place than at the dorms 

Isolated Together

The next few months were hectic, for you and the boys

You were adjusting to living and working in a new city, and they were gone a lot to promote their new album (which you loved)

But you were so proud of them, and remained their biggest fan, always cheering them on and supporting them

And Yoongi never failed to make time for you

Whether it was by sharing a cup of coffee, a meal, or the couch while you watched a show

Yoongi always took the time to remind you how much he loved you

So you never once regretted your decision to move to Korea

Then a global pandemic turned life upside down

All the members were deeply disappointed when they had to cancel their world tour, and you were heartbroken for them

You knew better than most how hard they’d been preparing for it

But they stayed positive, and took advantage of the unexpected extra time, relaxing and trying new hobbies while in isolation

You were able to work remotely during that time, and stayed at the dorms with Yoongi and the boys

And you cherished the opportunity to be together even more often

You spent a lot of time in Yoongi’s studio as he put the finishing touches on his mixtape

But you also enjoyed several leisure activities together

Like painting

And playing video games (You dominated Mario Kart, but he was the surprising champion of Just Dance)

You even convinced Yoongi to sew a few throw pillows with you for your couch

Then as the release date for Yoongi’s mixtape approached, you accompanied him to the set of the music video for his first single

And your jaw dropped when you saw him in his costume

He looked amazing

Amazingly hot

Because he’d dyed his hair black a few days prior and you missed his light-colored locks, seeing Yoongi in a long blonde wig was particularly…

Exciting

And you may have bribed the costume department to let him keep the outfit

Your relationship progressed a lot in those months, and you grew to understand and respect each other on a deeper level

Though some couples naturally got on each other’s nerves the more time they spent together, the opposite was true for you and Yoongi

Sure, you disagreed occasionally, but you never fought

Yoongi was infinitely patient with you, and often told you that you had calming effect on him

Your personalities were just so compatible, and things only got easier and better the longer you were together 

And as it became increasingly apparent how well both of you - together, as a couple - worked…

It became harder and harder to imagine your lives without one another 

The Secret’s Out

After Yoongi’s mixtape was released and saw much success, you were ridiculously proud of him

You blasted his songs every chance you got, and constantly showered him with praise

But with so much media attention focused on Yoongi, ARMY once again started getting suspicious about your relationship

Rumors about you moving to Korea had been circulating for a while

And despite taking extra care to stay off camera whenever one of the boys went live, it somehow got out that you were in quarantine with them

What’s more, it wasn’t hard for ARMY to notice how happy Yoongi had been

Eventually, it got to the point where management felt like they needed to be involved

The higher ups at Big Hit wanted to deny everything, and were sure they could convince the public that you were just a friend - to all the members

But after some long talks and careful consideration, you and Yoongi decided that you didn’t want to deny or hide anything anymore

You knew how you felt about each other, and you knew it wasn’t going to change

You were in each other’s lives for good

So the company released a statement confirming your relationship, saying you’d been together since Bon Voyage wrapped

And the internet exploded

A K-Pop idol publicly dating someone was highly unprecedented

But to your relief, the majority of ARMYs were supportive

And they advocated that if Yoongi was happy, everyone should be happy for him

Of course there were still others who felt you didn’t deserve him, or that Yoongi should leave the group

But together you were able to disregard any hate, and just enjoy being with each other openly

A little while later, after the initial shock of your relationship announcement had worn off, the Bon Voyage producers contacted you

Due to the ongoing pandemic, they’d made some adjustments to the show’s format

They’d decided to film in an isolated location in Korea instead of traveling outside the country, and they changed the name to In the Soop

And since you and Yoongi were public now, and because your inclusion in the previous season had been such a success…

They invited you to join BTS for another adventure

Love

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