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transvampireboyfriend · 11 months

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@steddie-week day 3: discover + first kiss

"There you are!" Eddie says, like he's been looking for him everywhere, his face even lighting up as he enters the kitchen.

"Here I am." Steve shoots back.

Steve's sure that he's wearing a similar expression. He missed him.

After Eddie and Robin graduated, Eddie took a job at a local auto shop while Robin and Steve took jobs at the library and filled out college applications.

During that time the three of them had gotten really close, talking each other through tough times and celebrating what they achieved together.

Steve moved with Robin to start school at the beginning of this year and Eddie stayed with his uncle, still figuring out what he wanted to do with his future.

So, this is the first time they've been apart for months since they met, and Steve did not anticipate how much he would need to see him, to hear him.

The phone doesn't do his voice justice.

Steve puts the dough down to wipe the flour off his hands, but his eyes never leave Eddie as he drops his tote bag on a stool across from Steve.

"Can't believe they left you here with all the work, man" Eddie laments, shaking his head and walking around the kitchen island to where Steve is.

Steve's heart beats oddly fast in his chest as he huffs a small laugh and tries to figure out if a hug is okay in the split second before Eddie pulls him into his arms.

Steve wraps his arms around him and rests his chin on Eddie's shoulder, relieved.

"I don't mind" Steve murmurs, about making the pizza while the kids catch up with Robin and Nancy in the living room.

Eddie chuckles, softly claps his back and pulls away to grab Steve's shoulders instead

"Of course you don't" he says, with mirth in his eyes "How are you, Stevie?" he asks, his head tilting to the side and his dimples showing.

"Hi" Steve says to those dimples he hadn't seen in so long "I mean- good. I'm good" Steve smiles, genuinely delighted. "How are you? How was the drive?" Steve asks

"Ugh, it was hell!" Eddie slumps a little when he says it, his exhaustion evident "but I'm good!" he assures, "you know what I need?"

Steve shakes his head no "What?"

"To help you make like seven pizzas right now," Eddie answers, squeezing Steve's shoulders before letting go. "Where do you need me?"

That's a question.

It's not like Steve hadn't notice his crush on Eddie before he moved away, but he was kind of ignoring it, or at least trying to for the sake of their friendship.

Clicking with someone the way he did with Eddie was rare for him, he didn't wanna risk losing that, especially after so many failed dates; Steve was just kinda over the whole thing.

And Eddie never showed anything more than friendly affection so, really, it was the right thing to do to just, pretend like Eddie's eyes weren't the only thing he could think of when the sun first filtered through his windows.

And he'd thought it would go away in time, and then with so many miles between them.

But here he is again, asking how he can help Steve cook pizza for their friends and Steve kinda wants to cry a bit, because no, of course it wouldn't go away.

If anything it seems distance has made it worse, Steve feels intoxicated by the smell of cigarettes and pine trees.

"Um, there's two in the oven" Steve points out, "and everything's already chopped up, I guess you can help me put the toppings on these next two?" Steve suggests, going back to knead two more bases out of the dough he left on the island countertop.

"Yessir!" Eddie salutes, walking back to rummage in his tote. "I brought brownies for dessert," Eddie offers, bringing out the container "totally safe." he assures.

"I have ice cream too, which I assume im putting there?" Eddie asks, pointing to the refrigerator behind Steve, Steve nods.

Eddie brings out the tub of ice cream and spots something else in his bag "oh and I had olives!" he places an olives jar on the table before walking towards the fridge.

"I thought you didn't like olives" Steve comments

Eddie sticks his head in their freezer and answers "oh, I don't mind them"

Steve fully turns to him with a confused frown "no, i remember you specifically requesting no olives in our pizza for the past, like, year"

Eddie's making space in their freezer, moving things around. He casually says "that's because you don't like them, Stevie" and continues his task like what he just said has no significance at all.

Steve blinks, feels stuck to where he's standing.

Steve had mentioned he doesn't like olives maybe a week after the whole upside down business, when the kids had been at Dustin's and Claudia had offered him salad during dinner, which he politely refused, because it had olives.

Eddie was there, they had all been working on characters for their next campaign and stayed for dinner. Steve had only dropped by to deliver a book Dustin left in his car, and Claudia invited him to stay.

Come to think of it, Eddie had enjoyed that salad just fine.

Steve never mentioned olives again.

And it wouldn't be until a month later that Eddie would first order pizza for them making that specific request.

For Steve.

And it's so silly, it's such a small thing, but all of a sudden a myriad of small things are thrust in Steve's face.

Eddie watching Grease with him, Eddie always knowing how he takes his coffee, Eddie singing along to ABBA in Steve's car, Eddie complimenting the jacket everyone said made him look dorky, Eddie keeping a Tears For Fears tape in his car, Eddie using one of his sick days to help him pack the stuff in his room, Eddie memorizing his schedule and calling him multiple times a week for the past few months exactly when he knew Steve would be home and bored without Robin.

It's like someone lifts a veil off his eyes.

Steve's watched Friday the 13th five times and would watch it again if it was with Eddie, he knows Eddie takes his coffee with a frankly concerning amount of sugar, there's a Black Sabbath record in his room right now!

He's never put in this type of effort with friends before! They either have similar tastes already or Steve doesn't feel the need to match them anyways.

It's different with Eddie, it's like he wants to be connected to him somehow, make sure they're close.

He didn't know Robin liked tea until they moved in together! He knows Eddie categorically refuses to try tea in any form. And actually, his uncle got him thinking about it and he's considering to change that, Eddie told him about it last Thursday while Robin was at band practice.

He's never tried somebody else's music without them asking for it, he's never volunteered to watch a horror movie, he's never worn clothes he thought wouldn't fit his style, he's only ever done that with

"Eddie" he says out loud, it comes out a little breathless but Eddie doesn't seem to notice.

"Hmm?" he acknowledges, finally placing the ice cream in the freezer and Steve catches a glimpse of it as Eddie shuts the freezer door.

He turns to Steve and raises his eyebrows.

"Was that cookies and cream?" Steve asks

"Mhm. Yep" Eddie confirms

"Why'd you buy that one?" Steve wants to know.

Eddie shrugs " 'Cause it's your favorite" he answers, easy.

So easy. Like he didn't even consider any other flavor.

"Why did you buy my favorite ice cream, Eddie?" Steve insists,

Eddie splutters "I- I um, I mean do you not-?" he trails off and looks at Steve's posture, the way he hasn't moved a hair in the last couple of moments must click then. His eyes trail up to meet Steve's again and realization dawns on his face.

"Holy shit, Steve. You didn't know?"

"What?! What do you mean I didn't know? Who knew?!"

"I-! um, everyone? I'm not exactly subt-"

"oh my god!"

Steve can feel the blood warming his face and ears and it seems to spring Eddie back into action.

"I mean! Clearly not everyone knew! You didn't know!" he says walking over to him and running his hands up and down Steve's arms "pfft, practically no one knew!"

"Eddie" Steve wants to laugh but he's afraid he might burst into tears.

"I thought you knew" Eddie says in the smallest voice he's used so far, his hands stilling.

"I'm sorry" Steve says,

"No!" Eddie protests, his hands coming up to grab Steve's face "No, sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry about"

Steve scoffs,

"Of course you didn't know!" Eddie continues "I never told you!" his hands caress Steve's cheeks and Steve thinks his knees might give out.

"So, I'm telling you now" Eddie says, determined. He takes a deep breath.

He looks into Steve's eyes and says "Steve, I am crazy about you. Not a day has gone by since the eighth fucking grade where I haven't thought about you. And since last year, it has been nothing but good things. I promise"

Steve snorts a laugh at that, his hands coming up to hold on to Eddie's wrists as they both shake with soft laughter.

"You have the most beautiful smile i have ever seen in my life" Eddie goes on. "You are the bravest, kindest, most badass person I know, your hair is a fucking miracle and your eyes. god, your eyes. i have tried to find something that even remotely gets close to the color of your eyes and I can't, and I've resigned myself to never finding it because even an exact match would not make me feel the way your eyes do. Because they're very pretty, but it's not about the color. It's just the fact that you're looking at me"

"God, Eddie" Steve sniffles, not sure what to even do with all the happiness inside of him.

Eddie scoffs a soft laugh "Seeing you happy makes me very happy." he explains "So i try to do little things that'll help that happen. That's why I bought your favorite ice cream, Stevie"

Steve smiles at him and rubs circles against his wrists.

Eddie, seemingly unable to stop talking says "it's selfish really, if you think abo-"

"I'm gonna kiss you now" Steve tells him

"Oh, oka-mmph"

Eddie's lips are soft and gentle and Steve has to coax him into being less tentative but once he does, Eddie kisses him insistently, never letting Steve get too far away, like he can't get enough of Steve. It makes Steve's heart flutter in his chest.

When they finally come up for breath Steve tells him "I can't believe you like olives" trailing his hands down his sides.

Eddie laughs, Steve loves that sound.

"I can stop" Eddie reminds him, placing a peck against Steve's smile.

"And I don't like them" he continues "i just don't mind 'em"

Steve hums a disapproving tone but still leans in for another small kiss.

"I only brought them in case anyone wanted them! they were left over I swear" Eddie excuses against his lips. Steve giggles, his hands now on Eddie's waist, toying with his chains.

"You look good today" Steve tells him

"Oh?"

"Smell good too." Steve says, nosing his cheek. Eddie shivers.

"Always do" Steve clarifies, his mouth coming back to kiss Eddie softly as his hands trail up to play with strands of his hair.

"Your hair's so soft" Steve continues "and pretty. You're pretty"

It makes Eddie blush and Steve grins, delighted by what he achieved.

"And you're brave too Eds, and badass, and cool and fun" Steve smiles when Eddie scoffs but once he sobers up he continues "And I think your eyes are prettier than rays of sunshine." Steve tells him "And I think I'd do anything for you" he adds.

Before he can register the way Eddie's looking at him, Steve's being kissed again with an assuredness that makes him sigh.

The only thing that parts them is the oven timer dinging and even then, Steve has to threaten Eddie with no pizza if he doesn't let Steve go.

Steve doesn't think he's ever been happier.

#steddieweek2023 #steddie headcanon #steddie #steve x eddie #steveddie #stranger things #apologies for anything that doesn't makes sense im very sleeby #i might clean this up later and put it on ao3 #but for now have it! i actually liked how the idea turned out #.

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icallhimjoey · 3 months

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Define Close

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: What good are flatmates even, if they don't comfort you when you need it most? Or when you need it a normal amount? Or, you know, when you don't really need it, but just really want it?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, afab!reader, hurt/comfort i guess? idk we're sad a lot and joe cheers us up a lot, mentions of reader having hair long enough to be played with

Author’s note: last one! i hope this non-plot fic was all right! it doesnt feel like it fully counted as a five-part story just because it doesn't feel like anything really happened besides... you know, a lot of hugging. anyways. enjoy!

Wordcount: 3.9K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

When Joe woke up the next morning, all promises he made to himself the night before had vanished. Like promises people made late at night in bed were wont to do.

I’ll start on Monday.

I’ll wake up early, do it in the morning.

Thing’s will be different when the sun rises.

They never were.

He didn’t know why he thought it would be different this time. Sure, he still thought it wasn’t exactly normal to wake up with his flatmate’s face pressed into his chest, but why would he risk doing anything that was going to change that?

You kept his bed warm. Satisfied his tactile nature. Filled something hollow within him which he didn’t realise was empty before. And in moments like these, he could tell it was spilling over. Making mess inside his chest.

Joe wanted to know why it never felt invasive.

He tried to think back how he got here.

Where it all began.

How it had evolved.

And why it never felt weird. Why you never needed to talk about any of it, words completely unnecessary. Why the only two words ever spoken about it, your wild and insane “Thank you.” felt like the most disgusting overkill of verbal communication Joe had ever experienced.

The two of you were just bad with words, he decided.

Joe felt how you stretched a leg, one that was still stuck between two of his, and carefully held you a little tighter until he felt you fully relax again.

Good.

You weren’t allowed to wake up yet.

Morning sun softly lit Joe’s room through the cracks in his curtains and, Joe knew it was a Sunday, but it also felt like a Sunday.

Nothing planned for the day. Hours of nothing that stretched out before him, time he got to fill with whatever felt right in the moment.

And right now, delaying waking up felt right.

He could pretend to ignore all the things that stirred inside. The questions. The uncertainties.

He could pretend to ignore the bodily reactions you were responsible for. He had done so for ages. Had gotten real good at pretending.

But he wondered if you knew.

If you felt the same stirring he felt.

If you could see it.

If you also sometimes blew off your friends, just to hang out at home. If you also wished the friends you had over would just fucking leave already when you’d feel drowsy after a big meal. If you also sometimes had a hard time falling back asleep after waking up at random hours, just because you had to deal with a lot of disappointment at being alone.

He shouldn’t ask for more.

He was getting plenty.

Right here. Right now.

Joe pulled a blanket of appreciation all the way over himself, and he felt full. Logically understood he wouldn’t have it forever, so he best really focus on the right here and the right now, and push any other thoughts aside.

He tried to focus on every part of your body that touched parts of his body until he located your heartbeat, and then focussed on that until he fell asleep again.

When he woke up about 45 minutes later, it was to your fingers lightly stroking his face that slowly tickled him awake.

You trailed a finger tip down his nose and when you pulled away, Joe tipped his head back a little, chasing your touch. It drew your eye to a little red patch underneath his chin.

“You’ve got a…” you started, voice barely there, throat full of sleep still. Joe felt how you scratched at his skin a little, and stuck his chin out more to help give you a better look.

“Does this hurt?” you asked all innocently before pressing a sharp nail into the soft flesh just past his jawline.

“Ow,” Joe cried, flinching away into his pillow more, immediately far more awake than he wanted to be. “Jesus Christ, good morning, what the...” Joe huffed a laugh, and you hid your face into his armpit to hide your own smile.

Just for a second.

When you moved your head back onto his chest, Joe rubbed at where you poked him.

“You’ve got an ingrown hair,” you used a finger to move his aside and pulled the skin taught for a better look. Joe’s hand moved to hold you by the wrist, making sure he could pull you away the second you’d try some of that bullshit again.

But instead, you took hold of his chin and moved his head to the side, inspecting the whole area closely.

Your intense attention made Joe grow shy, and you saw how a blush crept up his neck from up close. He tried to brave through, tried his best to not tuck his chin in and trap your fingers there.

But then you did it for him, moved his face by the chin and let your eyes trail up his jaw, over his sideburns and up into his hair.

Joe felt a little timid, not sure if he was mentally even fully awake yet, face heating up under your soft gaze.

He realised you’d never done this before. Usually, when you’d wake up next to each other, you’d blink your bleary eyes, have a look around his bedroom and get up and out. Leave his room without another word shared. Leave him alone, all by himself. This was the first time you’d stayed in his bed a little longer. Lazed around and woke up slow.

It was nice.

Your chin pressed into his chest felt nice.

The weight of your thigh that rested over his hip felt nice.

All this innocent soft attention in your shared warmth felt nice.

“Hmm, you’re so warm,” Joe whispered, because you were, and it felt nice.

It was all so nice.

Your eyes roaming his features was maybe a bit much, seeing as you were quite literally able to count his pores, you were so close.

But it was still nice.

You’d created this bubble of blissful contentment together and Joe let himself drown into the right here and right now of it all.

Joe loved it in the bubble.

Would trap you in this bubble with him forever, if he could.

But his cheeks were blushing so hard, and he stared up at the ceiling in hopes of making it stop. In your next move, you let go of his chin and raised a hand up to his hair where three fingers disappeared into his hairline for a second.

Just for a literal second, though.

“You need to wash your hair.” you said dryly and moved to sit up.

Joe groaned a little.

You’d popped the bubble.

Just like that.

It was like reality got shoved right into his face as you sat up and he almost went and pulled right back in. Right back into his chest, into that bubble, where everything sparkled, and tingled, and went fuzzy around the edges.

But alas. You were already gone.

When you later met in your living area, everything was sort of back to normal. All casual. Like you hadn’t just spent another night wrapped up in bed together, parts of bodies close to other parts of bodies that they had no right being so close to.

You were flatmates, for fuck’s sake.

And sure, you were a different kind of flatmate to each other than your average run-of-the-mill flatmate. But still, how were you only just flatmates to each other still?

No lingering awkwardness.

Never an embarrassing moment.

Just a, “We’re out of dishwasher tablets,” as you grabbed the last one and showed him the empty cardboard box.

Followed by a, “Do you want some coffee?” and a neutral face thrown his way.

Like you were talking to your mum.

“Yea,” Joe answered, and tried showing as much indifference as he could in return. “Coffee sounds lovely.”

And that was that. Once again. Just flatmates.

Joe pretended all was fine. Pretended it was fine how you never talked about any of it.

He didn’t really have the right to complain, he thought. Because he still got to reach hands across and squeeze your arm in thanks when you passed him a drink, and you weren’t weirded out by that.

He still got to sometimes come home and see your charming little pouty face and know he’d get to hug you all night long, and you didn’t deny him the snuggles.

And still, if it got really bad, you’d cry and he’d find you and comfort you until you stopped crying, and then he’d make a stupid joke and you’d laugh and, are you fucking joking, he’d be left on cloud nine for a days.

To be able to get you from tears into giggles with just a couple of wrapping arms, and stroking hands, and silly comments?

Did you even know what that did to him?

Joe thought he’d gotten a weird sort of sixth sense for it now. He could snuff out your mood just from the sounds of how you’d walk in after work. Knew exactly what the evening was going to look like from the way that you were breathing. Could sniff it out like a bloodhound, he was that tuned in.

Unhealthy?

Maybe.

But he loved it too much to really do anything about it.

Even when you started pulling away a little again, like you’d done before. Would walk in sort of happy and pleased and would just make yourself a large salad for dinner before you’d go for a quick drink with friends.

It sent him down that same fucking spiral.

Why was he upset his flatmate was no longer upset so often?

How in the world was he even going to begin to unpack that?

Joe didn’t want to admit to anything, because you didn’t talk about anything, but it affected him plenty. He still got to squeeze your shoulder, and poke you in the side, and sometimes massage a socked foot when you did end up on the sofa together, but... fuck it. Joe wanted your body pressed all up against his, every night, and if he had it his way, not just on the sofa but then also in his bed right after.

He let it build.

He let it build up far too high until, one strange afternoon, it all tumbled down.

He’d been moping around since earlier that morning. Had to get some work done but just grew more and more annoyed and he didn’t really know how to articulate what it was. Was it you? Or was it him? Or was it something else entirely, and was this just easier to be upset with because it was on his mind so often?

He kind of didn’t even want to figure it out.

Just wanted to be annoyed.

And then you’d walked in, and he could hear. He frowned and listened and... yep. That sounded just about right.

Joe was stood in the kitchen when you stepped into the room and for a moment, you just looked at each other.

You expected things to go how they usually went when you walked in the way you’d just done.

If Joe was in, he’d find you and hold your face to make you look at how he empathetically mimicked your pout and knitted eyebrows before he hugged you tight and whispered all sorts of things about pizza toppings into your ear.

If Joe was in, he never even needed to take a proper look at you to know you’d needed tending to. Which is what he’d then always do.

He’d find you, and tend to you until you no longer needed tending to, and yet, now...

Now, he wasn’t really doing anything.

And you never talked.

But, then... now what?

Joe just looked at you, leant into his shoulders as his hands rested on the black shiny countertop of the island and seemed irritated.

Kind of angry.

This was new.

Different.

Needed different approach.

So...

“You all right?”

For a moment you thought that maybe Joe was mad with you, with the way his face read thunder as he took a moment to answer that question. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

But then he sighed, and his expression softened slightly before he shrugged and answered, “Define all right.”

“Cool, me neither. Come sit.”

For a split second, Joe thought, no. Let’s keep distance and talk for a change.

But before he even knew it, his legs were carrying him over to the sofa where you waited for him to sit down first, which he then simply just did.

Joe let himself fall back into the sofa and kept his arms slightly open, knowing you were likely going to drop down right next to him.

But you didn’t want to just let Joe hug you, this time.

Joe looked like he needed to be hugged himself just as much.

Maybe even more than you, you thought.

So instead, you climbed onto the sofa feet first, sat down next to him but faced into him, and draped both arms around his neck, pushing your cheek against his in a tight hug. Your knees dug into the back of the sofa a little uncomfortably, and it was like Joe could tell, because he shimmied a little until you both sighed and sagged into each other.

You felt Joe hug you back, arms around your waist and flat palms spread around your sides. It almost felt like his arms looped around you twice as he pulled you tightly into him.

It was wild how Joe could feel his bad mood drain from his body, and he wondered if this was how you always felt. If Joe’s embraces did the same to you.

You sat like that for a while, sometimes unsticking cheek from cheek to find a better bit of skin to press your face into.

You sat like that until Joe felt his annoyance make way for something else to shine through.

This would usually be the moment he’d make a joke. A little comment that would make you laugh, even if you didn’t want to and tried to hide it, but Joe could always feel how the muscles in your stomach tensed in his small moment of victory.

Not this time.

And it was silly, because you were waiting for it too.

For Joe to make light of something heavy. Because he was so good at making light of all things heavy.

But nothing really came.

You felt how Joe moved his face down and found the crook of your neck to bury his nose into. Maybe he was actually crying. You weren’t sure. But just in case, you used soothing fingers to swipe across his shoulders, across where they could reach, and you felt Joe’d head grow heavier as he relaxed more.

“Better?” you asked softly, and Joe just hummed in confirmation.

Something euphoric bubbled up inside you.

Success.

Then Joe moved his head up and you thought it was maybe to press it against the side of yours once again, but instead he got it right in front of yours and let your foreheads touch. Let your noses bump.

You weren’t sure what happened between the surge of elation and your noses touching, but suddenly, you kind of felt like crying again. Felt the dark mood you’d been in when you walked in a little earlier return.

But it didn’t feel like this moment was really about you, for once.

So you just... stayed there. Stayed put. Kept your eyes closed, and let your noses touch, and hoped that whatever you were doing was at least making Joe feel better.

“Is this helping?” you whispered, and Joe felt it against his mouth.

In turn, he sighed, and you felt that against yours before he answered, “Yea.”

His arms squeezed tighter and you tried thinking of a time where you’d been closer than this. If this counted as the closest you’d ever been.

And then you felt his nose run up along the side of yours before moving down the other side of it and, probably. This was probably the closest you’d ever been.

“Yea,” he said again, and then followed it up with, “You’re not going anywhere.”

The slightly higher pitch of his voice made Joe sound like he was crying. You checked, kind of had to check, and moved back slightly to have a look.

But he wasn’t crying. Seemed wildly wrecked in a different way. One slightly foreign to you. It made you furrow your brow in confusion, because, what did he mean, ‘you’re not going anywhere’?

You weren’t going anywhere.

You never did.

You shared a flat together and you were always there.

Joe saw how you tried to make sense of his words in real time, up close, and it made sense to him that you didn’t immediately get it. You never used actual words together. Of course this was going to take you a second. He understood. But still. It was fucking annoying that you didn’t.

Joe had to look away for a second, to stare at the wall on the other side of the room as he leant back into the sofa more, arms sliding down your back as he did.

With his head tilted back onto the backrest, he carefully started, “You know…” and then took another moment to think. Because, what did you know?

You waited, mostly because you were unsure of what else to do.

You and Joe didn’t talk. Didn’t ask questions. Just... you just were. Were how you were.

So you waited, and saw Joe’s eyes wander down to the collar of your top where he took one of the unbuttoned buttons in between his fingers to play with.

“I don’t think I can… I might not have the strength,”

Never talking also meant you’d not practiced listening. And Joe made listening difficult, because as he fidgeted with your collar, you couldn’t help your eyes from drifting to a bicep. You concluded his top was too tight around the arms, and let your eyes linger there, because it looked nice.

A flex of the muscle brought you back to him.

For a small moment, you made eye-contact and you realised you were too close.

“When are you going to… when will you see it?” Joe pressed, ducking his head to force eye-contact as you tried moving back a little. His voice remained soft, words almost cautious as they found your ears.

You didn’t really have a response.

“I’m not…” you began, thinking you’d find out what exactly you weren’t along the way, but you faltered.

You had no idea what you weren’t. Had no idea what to say.

“I’m not…” you tried again.

Still didn’t get any further. Not good with words, you thought to yourself. Why was Joe making you talk?

You never talked.

But Joe waited, just like you’d waited for him before. Gave you time to find the right way to articulate whatever was going on inside your mind.

And he shouldn’t have.

You suddenly inhaled sharply and created more distance between the two of you as you said, “I’m not really hungry.”

“I–... what?”

You got up from the sofa.

“If you want a pizza, you’re going to have to eat the whole thing yourself I’m afraid. I think we’ve got some– yea, there’s at least two in the freezer still,”

“But–...”

You were already on your way to show him.

“Tandoori chicken and, um, one with mushrooms, I think, I got them last week, unless you’ve already had them, they should be in there...”

Joe couldn’t fucking believe it.

You were... you were being awkward.

Being all weird.

Had he made things awkward and weird? By talking?

Surely, that couldn’t be the case.

He watched you nervously fight with a freezer drawer that didn’t seem to want to budge for a second, until it did, and you yanked it all the way out. Made it clatter against the tiles.

Oh, it was absolutely the case.

“Fuck– sorry,” you near-violently shoved it back into its slot, and the sound of plastic sliding across ice made his skin crawl.

“Hey,” Joe was already up on his feet.

“Yea, see? Chicken and garlic mushroom, you can have–”

“Hey, hey, stop.” Joe rounded the island, got you by the arms and turned you away from the freezer.

“If you want–”

“I said, stop.”

You then did stop. Let Joe close the freezer door as you closed your eyes and exhaled through flared nostrils.

Joe studied your face, confused and worried by what the fuck had just happened. How you’d gone from lovingly embracing each other on the sofa until you’d both left each other’s shapes across your fronts like you were memory foam, to suddenly this weird, embarrassing, panicky state in the kitchen.

Words.

“It’s okay if you don’t–” Joe started, wanting to tell you it was fine if you didn’t want to talk, but this time you cut him off. Said, “Joe, please,” in a wobbly voice, because you did want what Joe meant earlier. You did see it. Did want that.

But you were flatmates.

Joe moved his hands and cupped your face.

It made you open your eyes and you immediately wished you hadn’t.

His eyes were so fucking expressive, they kind of bore all.

It was weird to want to look away just as much as you wanted to keep this connection with him, and you moved your hands to hold onto his wrists so that, even if you did end up looking away, he at least wouldn’t let go of you.

You watched his eyes flick between yours before they flicked down at your mouth.

It made you do the same, and, shit.

No.

You were flatmates.

But then Joe leant a little closer, and you didn’t move away. Did the opposite in fact.

Joe let your foreheads touch once more, and allowed the two of you to be close again.

You were the worst at talking.

Never talked.

But, fuck, you were so good at being close.

Joe knew that he was going to have to let everything else do the talking. Like it had always done, up until now. He just... he needed to articulate a little clearer, that was all.

You lifted your chin slightly, just enough to nuzzle. To press your nose against his and for a brief moment, you moved like you were kissing, but your lips didn’t touch.

“Joe,” you breathed, sounding unsure, and Joe stilled for a second. “We’re flatmates.”

And God, if that same exact thought hadn’t kept him from ever moving past where you were right this second.

“Yea,” he agreed in a whisper.

You were flatmates.

But then you let a hand move up to his neck, and Joe copied the move. Got you by the base of the skull and tested to see if he could guide you to tip your head the way he wanted it to tip.

You easily let him.

Lips brushed. Only briefly. No one flinched or moved back, and Joe hovered right in front until he felt your fingers pull him closer.

“But we’re close.”

the end

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Heyy!!! I was wondering can you write a one with Lewis c black reader Toto? Like Toto and reader are married and poly and they have a secret relationship with Lewis and one day Lewis gets injured in a race so she goes to check on him and they assume she’s cheating on Toto until he confesses that there all in a relationship with each other! I don’t know it’s up to you!

The fun part of being in a polyamorous relationship with two of the most popular men in the United Kingdom, is the fact that it was kept a secret from the world as we snuck around; playing hide and seek.

Today is the second to last race of the season as both of my partners prepare themselves for the hectic race ahead. The cars were checked over and both drivers were inspected as to be sure they were fit to drive out in the sun today before everyone started getting dressed and heading to their cars.

I for one always stayed by my husband's side as to not draw suspicion with Lewis; I had a bad feeling about thus race and so I kinda just sticked myself to his side, leaving my husband with George and the computers with analysis that I will never understand.

Walking along the corridors, Lewis and laced ourselves together in a tight hug as he swayed me from left to right. "Promise me you'll be careful?" I asked low but loud enough for him to hear. "I'm always careful sweetheart. I would never be careless when I have you to return to" he said softly as he kissed my forehead.

Time passed and all the drivers were now line up on the grid waiting for the green light that came sooner than I wanted. The race went on with me being extremely anxious, feeling the need to puke everything Lewis had to take a sharp turn in the narrow corners.

TOTO'S POV

Lewis had been going good for the most part, George looks to be a bit struggling and honestly this has been our reality for a while. Y/n has been jerking anxiously beside me as she had made her concern about the race earlier and I'm honestly concerned with her state.

Turning in my seat to speak to Bono, after a minute I heard shouting. Spinning around, I realised that my wife is being held back by some mechanics as she begged them to allow her go out. Swiftly running over and taking her from them, she broke down in my arms crying. "He crashed Torger, I told you we should've had the reserve driver go in today." She referred to Lewis who was just getting out of the car.

Allowing her to go out, she walked straight to the entrance where the safety car would arrive with Lewis, as I went to check on George.

LEWIS' POV

The safety car stopping at the entrance and allowing me to exit, I spotted Y/n running straight for me as she landed in my arms. Hearing her sniffles, I ran my hand over her curls instead of risking to knot my hand into her hair.

Whispering calming words into her ears, I kissed all over her face, stopping at her lips. Unbeknownst to us, camera had actually followed her 6here and the moment was spread live.

Upon returning to the garage, everyone stared as Toto engulfed us into a hug. The post race interviews came with everyone questioning what happen, and for a while I said nothing so everyone's best guess was that Y/n wad having an affair with me and Toto was allowing it.

Fans started trashing her online within seconds and Toto and I could not have that happening so we went to the last inter view together, finally responding to the question "My wife is not having an affair, the three of us are in a polygamous relationship- not that it's any of your business but I would like for y'all to stop slandering my innocent wife's name" Toto answered, stunning everyone as I just stood back and smiled at Y/n who I could see had fallen asleep on the couch at the garage's entrance. Overtime the fans came to term with it and eventually loved seeing all three of us together; there were no more problems.

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Abundance (XX)

— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don't get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement. — pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader — genre: fluff, angst — warnings/content: none — word count: 6.5k

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You fix the last button on your blouse in place as you walk downstairs, feet bouncing with a little more pep than usual.

Even if you’re waking up before the sun and have hours of gruelling work ahead of you, spending the weekend with the boys has left you feeling refreshed. It was a much needed break to help restore your dwindling morale and a good reminder of why you put yourself through this in the first place.

Skipping over the last step of the staircase, you turn to head towards the kitchen, more than ready to kickstart your brain with the help of a cup of coffee.

You startle, almost tripping over your own feet, when the downstairs bathroom door flies open just as you’re about to walk past it.

A dripping Namjoon steps into your path, his naked chest and arms on full display, droplets clinging to his sunkissed skin. He has a towel draped over his head, obstructing his vision as he roughly tries to dry up the back of his head.

You watch, mouth dry, as the motion causes one of the droplets to slide from his collarbone down over the smooth expanse of his torso, only stopping when it hits the sweatpants hung low on his hips.

You zero in on the subtle definition of muscles on his stomach, on the way it seems to guide your eyes right to the soft trail of hair leading down to places your mind really shouldn’t stray so early in the morning.

Feeling the heat beginning to creep up your cheeks, you quickly avert your eyes. You know that no one in this house, especially Hoseok, will let you live it down if Namjoon catches you drooling over a bit of exposed skin.

Namjoon must’ve been too distracted with his own thoughts to notice you right away because he suddenly pauses, hand frozen on his head as he detects another presence in the hallway.

You can see his chest expand as he breathes in, his wolf ears immediately popping up under the towel in excitement as he registers your sweet scent. He carelessly yanks the cloth away, silver hair sticking up in every direction as he flashes you a dimpled grin.

"Good morning, Y/n!"

"Morning," You grin back.

The wolf hybrid makes a questioning sound when you step back as he tries to come closer, arms outstretched as if he was going to collect you in a hug.

Shaking your head, you try not to look too long at his glistening chest or his drooping ears as you explain, "I don’t have time to change my clothes again, Joon. You’re still dripping wet."

"Oh, right," Namjoon pouts, patting his chest, "I prefer to let everything air dry."

The thought of letting your body dry on its own in the frigid morning air is enough to make you shudder, even if you try to keep the house as toasty and warm as possible in the colder months.

"Don’t you get cold?" You grimace.

"Not really?" Namjoon thinks a bit before he shrugs, his tail flicking with the motion, "In nature we have no option but to let the air and sun dry us out. Most hybrids tend to run a little warmer than humans anyway, so it’s usually not a problem."

"I guess that makes sense," You agree, remembering how thinly dressed all of the boys were compared to you when you were working in the garden. You had been bundled up with your thickest sweater and coat, not willing to risk getting sick again just because the sun provided a bit of false security with its warmth.

"Though–" You spare the dark sky at the end of the hallway a glance, mindful to keep your voice low with the other boys still sleeping, "why are you taking a shower so early? The sun isn’t even up yet."

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, his grey ears twisting back into his messy hair as he mumbles, "I just went out for an early run."

"A run?"

"Yeah, just around the neighbourhood. Spring, um, always makes me a little restless? Y’know, wolf instincts,” Namjoon winces at his poor lie, cheeks flushing as he turns his gaze to the floor.

Everything about his posture screams at you to please leave the subject alone. Even if you can tell he isn’t being completely honest, even if he’s holding something back, you have no reason not to trust him.

Namjoon has proven himself to always put his pack above everything else and you know he would never do anything that would endanger them or put your relationship in jeopardy. Above all else Namjoon cares – so if he wants to keep a secret or two, who are you to stop him?

It would make you a hypocrite to think anything else when you’re keeping your own share of dangerous secrets close to your chest.

Regardless, it doesn’t feel like you’ve caught him doing something bad, he just seems – flustered, shy maybe, like whatever he’s doing is embarrassing and he needs time to work up the courage to confess to it.

"That’s fine, Joon," You give him a kind smile, "This is your home too and you can do whatever you want. Just let me know if something is bothering you, okay?"

"O-of course, thank you," Namjoon stutters, his golden skin turning rosy as he meets your gaze.

His tail resumes the slow wag it did when he first noticed you, the tense muscles in his arms relaxing as he realizes you’re not going to ask for more details. You take note of how Namjoon loosens the tight grip he has around the towel in his hand, the cloth a perfect distraction to change the subject.

"Here," You reach out for the towel, hoping the diversion isn’t too obvious as you gesture for him to hand it over, "Let me dry your hair before you get the floor all wet, yeah?"

Namjoon practically stumbles over his own feet in his haste to give it to you, eyes bright at the prospect of you taking care of him – of you grooming him.

He stops right in front of you, feet touching, as he quickly lowers his head to present his hair.

Namjoon’s silver hair has grown a lot in the last months, just like the others, but they don’t seem too bothered by it. Shelters tend to like their hybrids to look maintained and clean cut to entice adoption, so you doubt the boys have ever had the chance to explore or change up their styles much. They deserve the chance to express themselves in any way they want, which is why you’re going to wait for them to come to you first - should they ever want a haircut.

You let out an endeared laugh as you bring the towel up to his head, lightly fluffing up his locks. Keeping your touches gentle, you dry the wet fur on his ears, being careful not to ruffle or pull on anything too hard.

Namjoon’s chest rumbles contentedly as you take care of him. His head keeps dipping lower and lower until it rests on your shoulder, his body melting under your hands. The moment you finish drying off his ears Namjoon tucks his face closer to your throat, basking in your mellow and sweet scent.

You move to the back of his head, running your fingers through the soft strands at his nape to make sure you got every spot. Namjoon’s position leaves you looking over his shoulder as you work, at the tan and unblemished skin that stretches over his broad back.

As Namjoon repositions his head, pressing himself closer to your throat, you notice a faded scar at the edge of his shoulder; the skin having whitened over time. The shape of it looks odd, little indents forming two half-moons on his skin.

"What’s this?" You ask curiously, softly brushing your fingertips across the marks.

The reaction is instantaneous.

Namjoon makes a garbled sound at the contact, a shiver running through his body as he latches on to your waist. Sharp teeth nip at your delicate throat, a low growl vibrating against your skin in warning as he pulls you flush against his chest.

You freeze up at the unexpected response, towel dropping to the ground. You hold your breath as Namjoon pants against your neck, choking down the next round of growls building in his chest.

You’re not scared, this is sweet and clumsy Namjoon after all, but something about it is so undeniably wolf-like that it trips up your brain. There’s a part of you that wants to relax, submit, to the canines pressed against your pulse; but even just the thought of doing it is silly enough to shake you out of your shocked daze. Namjoon would never hurt you, strong wolf instincts or not.

Namjoon's teeth slowly leave your throat as he calms down, a pitiful whine bubbling out of his mouth as his mind clears. It isn’t often that the wolf hybrid loses himself to his instincts, but no one has touched that mark aside from Hoseok and Taehyung – the two that made it. He knows you’re not a threat, that you won't break it, but he can’t help but be awfully protective of it.

"I’m sorry," Namjoon whimpers, ears flat on his head as he kisses the barely-there marks on your throat. He rubs his nose all over your neck, scenting you to calm himself down.

His voice is winded as he mutters, "It’s my pack mark."

"Namjoon," You breathe, guilt squeezing your chest, "Please don’t apologise, not when I’m the one that touched it without asking first. I’m the one that’s sorry."

You move your hands away from his shoulders, making sure to steer clear of his mark as you wrap your arms around his waist. You hug him tight, murmuring another apology against his skin as you press your lips to the back of his neck.

After a minute of holding him close and feeling his heartbeat slow down to a more steady pace, you tentatively ask, "Can you tell me about it? Is that okay?"

Namjoon makes an agreeable sound, pulling away from your throat. He tucks his face over your shoulder, holding you in a proper hug as he says, "Do you remember what Seokjin hyung told you about mating bites, about how it’s similar to how humans get married?"

"I do."

"A pack mark works in a similar way. It’s essentially the same thing, it’s just the intent behind the bite that’s different. It can either be romantic or platonic, or even both depending on the circumstances."

"Our–" Namjoon hesitates, clearing his throat. "–Our pack mark is platonic. It creates a bond between us that allows our instincts to feel more secure and settled, because we know we have packmates that are looking out for us. We can read each other’s emotions more easily too, but we’re not as close as a romantic bond; it doesn’t have the same depth."

The sadness in Namjoon’s voice is a palpable, horrible, thing.

"It’s hard to explain how it feels. All I know is that when you touched it, I couldn’t even think, it was like my instincts took over immediately. Even just the idea of losing our mark was too much – it made me feel hollow, like someone was trying to break my chest in two. It was almost like," Namjoon takes a deep breath, his tail tucked firmly between his legs as he weakly admits, "... like dying would hurt less."

You bite your lip, hoping your shock isn’t noticeable in your scent. There’s many things you can say, want to say even, but you don’t think the wolf hybrid would be ready to hear it.

"That sounds intense," You murmur.

"Yeah."

You leave the subject at that, offering Namjoon some time with his own thoughts as you rub comforting circles into his skin.

Namjoon sounded pained to admit that all he has with Hoseok and Taehyung is a platonic pack mark. You’ve seen the glances they steal at each other, the pure adoration and love there that goes far beyond friendship or family. They always seem to be one step away from crossing over the flimsy line they’ve drawn between platonic and romantic, but they never do.

As much as you would love to sit them down and make them talk it out – make them confess – it won't be of any help if they’re not ready for it. You can only assume they have their reasons if they’ve been holding back for this long, even if it’s hurting them to do so.

You gently pull out of Namjoon’s tight hold, smiling at the disgruntled sound he makes as you step back. You bring your hands up to frame his face, cupping his cheeks. The wolf hybrid tilts his head, leaning into your warm touch as he meets your gaze.

"Thank you for telling me, Namjoon, it means a lot to me. I’ll be more careful in the future, I promise."

He nods, giving you a grateful smile, "It’s okay, Y/n. Thank you."

You don’t want to leave Namjoon on a sad note, not when the others probably won’t stir for a while. You watch him closely as you move a hand down to his jaw, taking the way his ears begin to perk up on his head as a good sign to continue.

Namjoon’s eyes flutter closed in anticipation as you lean closer, mouth parting to let you in. You press a sweet kiss to his lips, stroking a thumb across his strong jaw as he releases a shuddering breath.

Namjoon uses the grip on your hips to keep you still, recapturing your mouth before you can pull away. It’s only when he starts nipping at your lips, trying to deepen it, that you have to force yourself to step away. You would love to spend the entire morning with Namjoon if you could, but the clock is ticking if you want to get to work early. You promised them yesterday that you would be home in time for a late dinner, so more kisses will just have to wait until then.

Namjoon whines when you break the kiss, not willing to let you go. The wolf hybrid’s reluctance makes your chest warm, your stomach fluttering with the knowledge that Namjoon wants you just as much as you want him.

You smile, charmed, giving his cheek a loving pat before you let go of his face.

"I have to get to work," You sigh. "But I promised I’ll be home early so we can spend more time together later, yeah?"

"Fine," Namjoon grumbles, tail wagging at the idea of having you back home soon despite his pout.

"Good," You grin.

You pick up the towel from the floor, looking away as you push it to Namjoon’s chest. You know the longer you stare at his bare skin, the harder it will be to walk away.

"Go put a shirt on while I grab breakfast," You mumble, embarrassed.

Namjoon seems to grow taller at that, straightening out his body and tensing his muscles teasingly in your peripheral. "Why? Like what you see?"

He laughs as you shove at his chest, trapping your hand against his skin. He looks pleased at how the contact makes you squirm, golden eyes filled with mirth at the indignant squeak you let out as he flexes his pecs.

You hang your head in defeat, heat creeping up the back of your neck as you admit, "Yeah. I like it a little too much."

Namjoon’s laughter chokes at that, not expecting you to be so honest. You slip your hand out of his grasp as he coughs, chuckling at the wide-eyed look he gives you.

Finding a window to tease him back, you slowly drag your eyes from his feet to his face, Namjoon’s cheeks reddening under your gaze.

It takes all of your willpower to take a step towards the kitchen, voice playful as you add, "You know, if you don’t get dressed now you’ll end up wiping drool from the floor when the others wake up."

You bite back a giggle as you walk down the hallway, Namjoon’s sputtering echoing behind you. The best part is, the wolf hybrid doesn’t even realize you’re right – seeing Namjoon in all of his shirtless glory probably would’ve sent the others into an early rut.

You click your pen, staring absentmindedly at the blank document in front of you.

The lack of progress you’ve had so far with your case is frustrating. You have leads, but they’re too big, too vague. You know that the men you saw on the news are connected to Lim Enterprises but aside from the photos your informant gave you, you have no other proof of their involvement. It’s definitely not enough to hold up in court.

Sighing, you spin around in your chair, watching the ceiling slowly blur together. There has to be something you can do.

The Lim Enterprises you know now are good at covering their tracks – know exactly what to avoid after so many run-ins with the police. They must be aware of the whistleblower and the impending lawsuit coming their way, so you have no doubt they’ve been doubling down on anything that could've been useful to your case. Any evidence of their money laundering is likely already long gone and buried deep.

But – you stop spinning, blinking to clear your swimming vision – if the present won’t help you, perhaps the past will?

Your knowledge of hybrid trafficking is only a recent development. Even if Lim Enterprises have hidden their tracks of money laundering well, who’s to say they’ve been as throughout with all of their illegal activities? If they don’t know you’re looking into it yet, you might still have some time to dig up new leads or information that might help you. The hybrids could be your ticket in.

Heart pounding with renewed excitement, you quickly wake up your slumbering computer, clicking impatiently to access the database of archived court cases.

So far, your focus has been on any legal documents you could get your hands on involving Lim Enterprises’ books and money transactions. The company has been in hot water for not providing enough security to high class customers, causing a handful of their clientele's homes to be robbed. It hurts you to admit that it’s pretty much the perfect set-up for money laundering. After all, who would suspect a security corporation to steal from their own clients and then launder the money back to their own business through a subsidiary of smaller companies?

When you first started working on the lawsuit there were only a handful of cases that seemed relevant to look into, all of them ending in some sort of private settlement out of court.

The most likely scenario is that Lim Enterprises blackmailed their clients into silence, no doubt using whatever data they’ve collected on them against them. If only one of them would speak up about it. Having one rich client confess to being blackmailing would be enough to warrant an investigation, which would allow the police access to search for their 'off the books’ transactions and prove your client’s claims. Sadly though, it’s never that easy.

Whatever dirt Lim Enterprises have on their clients must be good, because they’ve never returned any of your messages. One of them even went as far to pretend you weren’t standing right in front of their glass office door for three hours trying to get their attention. They’re clearly scared of what Lim Enterprises can do, but that just makes you all the more determined to take them down.

Though, since the initial pool of cases you looked into was so small, there has to be others you’ve dismissed without realizing they could be connected. Lim Enterprises has been in many minor scandals over the years, many you figured didn’t matter in regards to your case, but perhaps that's where you went wrong. Maybe everything plays a part in it, maybe the money laundering is just one of the many veins pumping life into the rotten heart at the centre of the corporation.

It seems you need to go back to the beginning, to scour the available databases and news outlets for any mention of their name in regards to disputes or fights. There has to be something linking them to hybrid trafficking or abuse if they've been running a syndicate on the low for years already.

You roll your shoulders back, taking a deep breath as you begin typing in all the possible keywords you can think of.

Lunch seems to have come and gone by the time you’re done, finger hovering over the search button as your colleagues make their way back into the building, their loud laughter muffled by your closed door.

You know you’re creating another world of problems for yourself by doing this, but you have no other option. Attempting to expose Lim Enterprises has put a target on your client's back, and you can’t let their bravery be in vain.

"Okay, you can do this," You mutter, the half-hearted pep talk not doing much to boost your confidence as you finally click the button, pages upon pages of relevant hits immediately popping on your screen.

Your search has produced 7613 results.

"Fuck," You whine.

Looks like your wish of having a stable sleep schedule just went down the drain, at least for the foreseeable future.

Jimin trudges up the stairs, pouting, as he pulls on the one lock of hair that just refuses to fall right. It has started to curl awkwardly around his ear, the ends irritating it whenever it moves. Annoyed, he flicks his ear in a half-ditch attempt to move the strands around.

As it twitches, it picks up on a sound that almost makes Jimin stumble, his feet screeching to a halt as he realizes he can hear light footsteps moving around inside of your room.

It’s mid-day by now, the sun shining high in the sky, and Jimin knows you’re not home. Your faint scent is proof enough that you left hours ago and yet, someone is rummaging around in your room.

Jimin sneaks closer to the door, tail puffed and listening intently as he maps out where the intruder moves. Ears perked, he hears the footsteps go to your desk, pausing long enough to open a few drawers, before they move on towards your bed. Jimin scoffs, curling his fingers into claws as he creeps closer to the door, avoiding the floorboards he knows will creak. The intruder is foolish, that’s for sure, breaking into a home in broad daylight that houses seven hybrids–

Jimin jumps back with a hiss as the door unexpectedly swings open, his muscles tensing up in preparation for a fight. He zeroes in on the shadow moving just behind it, the intruder too caught up with whatever he’s stolen to notice him yet.

Just as Jimin is ready to lash out and claw up their face, he notices the bunny ears peeking out behind the wood, the door opening the rest of the way to reveal a surprised Jeongguk.

The bunny hybrid freezes as he sees Jimin standing there, claws out and gaze predatory. He almost drops the bulky headphones in his hands out of shock, fumbling with the cord as he lets out a startled noise.

Jimin lowers his hands immediately, snuffing out the instincts that tells him to attack, attack, attack. The rational part of his brain knows the bunny poses no threat, and seeing the way Jeongguk trembles at the sight of him makes something acidic curl in his stomach.

Jimin takes a step back, lip curling with distaste as he says, "Oh, it’s just you."

"Jimin hyung," Jeongguk blinks, lips parted as he stares at him with big eyes.

The cat hybrid winces at the familiarity.

He gives Jeongguk a flat look in return, eyes narrowing with suspicion as he asks, "What were you doing in Y/n’s room?"

The question seems to snap Jeongguk out of his daze. He holds out the headphones, presenting them to Jimin.

"Y/n said I could borrow them to listen to her old record player! I think she forgot about it when she moved from her old apartment, so it was just left in a box in her closet. Seokjin hyung found it yesterday when he was helping her put away some clothes, so she placed it down in the living room for everyone to use. Didn’t you see it?"

Jeongguk’s dark eyes sparkle with excitement as he retells the story, one of his ears flopping adorably as he begins to relax.

"No, I didn’t," Jimin chews on the inside of his cheek, his hard gaze softening as it moves back to the staircase.

Jimin, much like Yoongi, loves music – particularly anything old-school. It reminds him of one of the few vague memories he has from when he was young, before he realized what he was, and what it meant. He thinks he can remember a faint voice crooning about everlasting love and destiny, the sound of crochet hooks bumping together over the slightly faulty needle of an old record player.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Jeongguk nods. He watches Jimin intently, curious eyes catching the longing that seems to flicker over Jimin’s features.

The bunny hybrid steps closer, swallowing thickly as Jimin’s cold stare snaps back to him, pinning him down. He pushes through the instinctual jitters that try to rattle him into fleeing, picking at the twisted headphone cord to channel his nerves into something else.

"Do you want to listen together, hyung?"

Jeongguk’s voice is sweet and shy, a pale blush colouring his cheeks as he averts his gaze to his hands.

Yes, Jimin thinks, I want to.

Jimin’s heart thuds harshly in his chest, almost knocking him off-balance. He’s unprepared for the sudden rush of emotion that hits him, the little spark of warmth that ignites as Jeongguk’s ears perk up completely, attention fully turned to whatever answer Jimin gives him.

Jeongguk is always kind, so willing to take a step forward even when Jimin takes ten back. The bunny seems to have grown a little sweet on him ever since that night on the couch, giving him flustered smiles whenever their eyes meet instead of looking away; going out his way to put another cut of meat on Jimin’s plate even if it makes his own nose scrunch with disgust.

Jimin doesn’t like it.

He can’t help but think of Jeongguk as foolish, showing parts of himself so readily to others who can destroy it.

Jimin doesn’t need Jeongguk giving him sweet glances that make his heart race, doesn’t want the emotions that are reserved for Yoongi and you to react to someone else. It’s all unwelcome, unwanted, and so Jimin does what he knows best – he deflects.

"How? There’s only one pair."

"Oh," Jeongguk frowns at the headphones, the space between his brows furrowing cutely. He thinks, nodding to himself before he flashes Jimin a grin that shows off his bunny teeth, "We can take turns, I don’t mind, hyung."

"No."

"No?" Jeongguk’s smile slips, his ears drooping under Jimin’s glare. "Would you like to listen first, then? I can wait."

Stupid.

Jimin should say it, should tell Jeongguk to stop opening his heart to people who don't care for it, but the thought makes his throat feel tight, like it’s going to choke him. The bunny already looks sad enough at his rejection, there’s no need for him to make it worse.

"Later, maybe," Jimin grumbles, wincing inwardly at the half-promise he has no plans of keeping.

"Okay! Whatever you want, hyung," Jeongguk brightens, and Jimin’s heart does another terrible flutter.

He turns on his heel like a coward before the bunny hybrid can think to say anything else, marching the short distance to his bedroom. He presses a hand to his chest as he goes, frowning at the rapid pace it beats against his skin.

Feeling betrayed, Jimin bursts through the door with a little more force than intended, his dramatic entrance startling Yoongi.

The book in Yoongi's hands slips from his grasp, almost hitting him in the face as he scrambles to sit up in bed. He frowns, concern rolling off his scent as he asks, "You okay, kitten?"

Jimin's shoulders slump, the little burst of anger he was feeling fizzling out immediately as he sees the worried pinch between Yoongi's brows. It leaves him feeling sour. He doesn't want Yoongi to worry, not when he's just having a momentary lapse of judgement – his feelings acting out without his permission.

Ears falling flat, Jimin dives into bed to cuddle up against Yoongi's side. His alpha makes a soft noise, tucking him protectively under his arm.

Jimin's eyes flutter as Yoongi runs his fingers through the soft hairs at the back of his nape, fingertips ghosting over his skin.

Yoongi's voice is as gentle as his touch, rumbling soothingly as he speaks up. "Was it Jeongguk I heard you talking to? Did something happen?"

Jimin swallows thickly, guilt churning in his stomach as he listens to Yoongi's soft drawl.

How dare his heart skip a beat for the bunny hybrid when his alpha is so sweet, so loving? Jimin has everything he could ever want and more in Yoongi. He has sacrificed so much for him, been so selfless, and this is how Jimin repays him – by letting others slither into his heart? Yoongi would probably leave him if he knew, would probably find someone better.

Jimin doesn't dare answer, his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth. He curls his tail over Yoongi's waist, pulling himself as close to his alpha as possible.

Yoongi tilts his head without question as Jimin noses against his neck, giving his packmate full access to his throat. Jimin releases a shuddering breath as he inhales Yoongi's calming scent, sage and lavender wrapping around his senses like a comforting blanket. He loves scenting Yoongi, finding a particular comfort in his woodsy smell that nothing else comes close to. It allows his brain to shut off, to just drift and be for a while.

But now, even with his face smushed as close as possible against Yoongi's throat, inhaling his scent so hard it makes his nose burn, Jimin's mind just won't stop spinning.

Yoongi cups the back of his neck, deft fingers pressing on all the points that turn Jimin's body to liquid when he's stressed. Jimin releases a soft mewl as he melts against his alpha's body, fisting the front of his shirt to keep them glued together.

"Kitten.." Yoongi repeats, all careful and gentle.

Jimin knows his packmate well, knows he's not going to let it rest until he learns why Jimin's upset. All because he's a good alpha, a great mate, and it makes Jimin's heart ache something terrible.

He loves Yoongi so much, too much, enough that there shouldn't be any space left in his heart for anyone else.

"Nothing happened, hyung," He murmurs. He can tell Yoongi doesn't quite believe him.

Yoongi turns his head, jostling Jimin from his neck. He presses a firm kiss to Jimin's forehead before the younger can whine, purrs vibrating from his chest as he tightens his hold around Jimin's shoulder.

He picks up the book he was reading before getting interrupted, resting it comfortably against his raised knee. He hums as he tries to find the spot he left off on, softly clearing his throat before he begins to read the story out loud.

Jimin usually falls asleep to this, listening to Yoongi's slow drawl as he recites the books he's reading. He tries to focus, he really does, but his mind keeps drifting back to Jeongguk's sparkly eyes when he smiled at him, to the excited quiver that ran through his long ears when he thought Jimin would join him.

He squeezes his eyes shut as his heart does another tumble, pretending he doesn't feel how badly his chest hurts as Yoongi's tender purrs bleed into his muscles.

There's a lull in the story as Yoongi flips the page, and Jimin opens his mouth without meaning to. "I'm fine," He whispers, not quite sure who he's trying to convince.

His left ear twitches at the lie. He can feel the long strands once again curl into the sensitive skin there, bothering him.

Yes, Jimin thinks, hating himself, everything is just swell. "Okay, Jiminie," Yoongi concedes, even though they both know he isn't.

He tugs his packmate closer, burying his nose in Jimin's hair to get a whiff of his fresh citrusy scent. There's a sour bite to it that only appears when Jimin's upset, and it does nothing but solidify Yoongi's worries that something is wrong.

He spares a glance at the door, gaze narrowing as if he can see Jeongguk through the thick wood. He's not dumb, he can put two and two together. Whatever made Jimin feel so troubled, the bunny was there for it – and Yoongi won't rest until he knows what Jeongguk did.

"Hey."

Seokjin jumps at the sudden voice behind him, knife clattering to the counter. He whirls around with a small squeak, startled at Yoongi's sudden appearance. Even with his better than average hearing, he didn't hear a single sound from the cat hybrid as he entered the room.

"Hey?" Seokjin echoes, a little put off by the intense look Yoongi is giving him.

The kitchen is silent, the sounds from the rest of the house muffled by closed doors. Seokjin scratches his neck, instincts a little jittery from the scare and the way Yoongi is just standing there, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

His mouth is pressed into a thin line, displeasure clear on his face. His dark tail flicks behind his back as he waits, like he's expecting Seokjin to say something first – to break the quiet between them.

Seokjin squares his shoulders, angling his jaw to keep his head high. He tries to find some comfort in that his height leaves him looking down at the predator hybrid, but he's never been very good at confrontation and Yoongi's posture screams it.

"Can I help you, Yoongi?"

The words barely have enough time to pass through Seokjin's lips before Yoongi speaks, the cat hybrid's deep voice overlapping his as he says, "You need to tell Jeongguk to back off."

"Back off?" Seokjin frowns, "From what?"

"Jimin."

Seokjin can't help it, the answer is so unexpected it makes him snort.

He chokes on the laughter bubbling up his throat as he blinks and suddenly finds Yoongi inches from his face, sharp teeth exposed as he hisses.

Seokjin recoils, back hitting the counter as Yoongi's bitter scent fills the air.

The cat hybrid keeps advancing, inching closer and closer to Seokjin's face. At least, that was probably the intent. The height difference leaves Yoongi closing in on Seokjin's vulnerable neck instead, the intimidating glare burning into his skin.

Seokjin's instincts kick in before his rational brain can attempt to diffuse the situation, all he knows is that being cornered against the counter by a predator screams danger.

Yoongi's hiss stutters as Seokjin's hands roughly grab his waist, flipping them around. Seokjin leans on the counter for support, legs weak from Yoongi's abrasive scent. It leaves him closer to Yoongi's face than anticipated, the cat hybrid's expression caught somewhere in-between annoyed and confused.

Frankly, Seokjin is tired of being treated like less than the predator hybrids. His biology might be working against him but that doesn't mean he's weak. He shouldn't have to sit back and accept being intimidated in what's supposed to be his safe space, just because the predators need someone to push around.

"Yoongi, I think you got it all backwards," Seokjin says, steeling his nerves as he holds the other alpha’s gaze.

"Jeongguk came into our den smelling like Jimin last week but you don't see me kicking up a fuss about it, do you? He was all shy and flustered because your–"

Yoongi winces as Seokjin's crooked finger is pressed hard into his chest, "–packmate decided to groom mine. I don't mind them bonding, Y/n is counting on us to get along, but I don't take kindly to you making assumptions in your head about my baby. If Jimin has a problem with Jeongguk, he can tell him himself and not send you as some hissy little middle-man."

Yoongi's eyes narrow at the emphasis Seokjin places on little, his ears pushing back as if he's ready to fire off an insult.

The sight of Seokjin pressing his tongue into his cheek, eyes hard as he stares Yoongi down, mellows the cat hybrid out immediately. Yoongi's gaze wavers, darting between the fiery expression on Seokjin's face and a random spot on his broad shoulders, not quite sure where he should look.

Seokjin clicks his tongue, eyebrows quirking as he says, "Next time, act civil if you want to talk about something. Hyung promises to listen if you can do that."

Yoongi's pale skin grows flushed as he becomes a little too aware of the way Seokjin has him caged against the counter. He swallows thickly, stomach flipping as his brain keeps replaying the image of Seokjin's plump lips forming around hyung promises, hyung promises.

A prey's promise shouldn't matter, so why does it leave Yoongi feeling ... safe?

Seokjin steps away, levelling a dumbstruck Yoongi with another look before he turns on his heel and leaves.

He keeps his composure until he rounds the threshold and disappears from the cat hybrid's sight, his cool demeanour slipping as he collapses against the wall. His knees are practically knocking into each other with nerves, his fingers sore from gripping the counter so tightly.

Seokjin knew he was playing with fire, that Yoongi could've ripped out his throat if he felt like it, but it didn't even seem like thought crossed his mind. The surprise on Yoongi's face as he flipped them around and the soft blush that bloomed under Seokjin's attention is enough to leave the hamster hybrid feeling a little proud, excited, almost.

He never expected the alpha cat to fold so easily.

Seokjin knew that the more exposure he had to the other packs' scents, the easier it would get to suppress the instincts that beg him to run whenever their scents sour. He hoped, yet he never thought he would be able to actually stand up for himself and Jeongguk without feeling like his heart was going burst from fear.

The realization makes Seokjin grin, his legs still a little wobbly from the adrenaline rush as he makes his way to his room. He doesn't even care that he left his half-prepped snacks, his stomach full on the knowledge that the predators won't be able to push them around anymore.

Seokjin's ear twitches just as he's about to open his bedroom door, picking up a sound from the room he just left.

He lets out a low laugh, pleased, as he makes out Yoongi muttering a confused what the fuck into the empty kitchen.

a/n: Chapter 21 of "Abundance" is available on ko-fi! You can find it here: https://ko-fi.com/s/e95005a91d

Ohh, things are starting to heat up a little now! I’d love to know what you think about the canine’s packmark and namjoon’s reaction to it, and what your initial reaction is to the interactions between jikook, yoonmin and yoonjin? 👀

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scuderiamh · 1 year

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WINDOWSILL || a. leclerc x reader

pairing: arthur leclerc x reader request: yes / no summary: the best friend you've been in love with since second grade shows up at your door at 3AM with pizza. word count: 1.4k warnings: talk of heartbreak and healing

a heartbreak past, a long road healing to come.

it wasn't linear. you knew that much. healing was a long, uphill battle. healing was adjusting to a drastic change and hardly knowing how. healing was leaning on the friends that have stuck by you. healing was difficult but most of all inconsistent.

some days were fine. you could work and go out and take care of yourself and your home. you'd think then you'd gotten over it, until it came down to the other days. where you could hardly will yourself to get up. where you didn't want to talk to anyone or do anything. where all you felt you had the mental energy to do was lie down and cry.

today was the latter of the two.

the breakup you’d had with your boyfriend was nearly a month ago now, but you've yet to escape the stuttering back and forth between being okay with it and not. it felt like someone was in control of a switch – one you couldn’t reach quite high enough to flip. and you were tired. every bad day felt like a thousand and you just wanted it all to stop.

now, as the sun had long since lain to rest, you sat on your windowsill watching the outside world. it was quiet, and dark. the company of the moon was one you’d always appreciated. it always made you feel comforted. but not even the moon was visible tonight and your heart felt like someone had left it out to dry and by now it has long since shriveled.

you could call a friend, but the one person in the world you wanted to talk to could’ve been asleep. and you didn't want to risk waking him up, given his hectic schedule.

another unspoken thing keeping you from reaching out was your not wanting to be a burden. as if you ever were, to him, but those were the worries you were put down by at times like these.

chin on one knee, arms hugged around a leg. you sighed heavily as you listened to the cadence of grasshoppers and distant waves, watching the occasional lone car drive past. only one thing broke this peaceful, lonely rhythm – a phone chime. a singular text.

you were tempted to ignore it. who could possibly need a reply from you this late at night? you didn’t want to talk unless it was to your best friend. but given the thought that it could be an emergency, you wouldn’t be able to wallow placidly for much longer if you hadn’t checked.

arthur: “open door, please”

you gave yourself no more than about two seconds to be confused before getting up and making your way to your front door, absolutely no hesitation in opening it. the one person you wanted to talk to.

“arthur, why are you-?”

“can i come in, please?”

there he was. standing at your doorstep despite the time of night. hair disheveled, looking like he might’ve just done some running. a large pizza box in hands, phone lying on the pizza box. looking simultaneously insane and so, so normal.

“right. okay. come in.”

you stepped aside, letting him come inside before you shut the door behind him. for a brief moment you told yourself to put up the persona and convince him you were alright, but you reminded yourself that this was arthur. you could take that mask off around him.

“what have you been doing?” he beat you to asking the questions. it’s fine, you weren’t about to interrupt.

you shifted your weight from one foot to another, considering your answer for a moment. if it were anyone else, you might've lied. “just… sitting. thinking, i guess.”

his only question was, “where?”

a frown tugged down at your lips. “um… my bedroom windowsill?”

“okay.” he answered with a small smile, one that held almost a hint of mischief. before you questioned his antics, he set down his phone on your counter, and with the pizza box, he went straight to your room. you followed without a word.

and suddenly the previously lonely windowsill containing a sad girl stuck in her mind now held a lovestruck boy and a box of pizza, with the girl of his dreams fast approaching. he’d made himself comfortable, so you followed suit. it was wordless, and a bit of a squeeze considering the size of the window, but just right. it always seemed to be with him.

him. the only man in the world who could wash away your worries, your sadness, the one who’d been there to wipe away many tears. the one who was always there. the one who showed up without being asked. the one you trusted with your life.

arthur. your arthur.

the starlight seemed to turn from gray and dull to a softer light – a change of situation seemed to change your perception of the setting right around. the sound around you turned from melancholic to hopeful. the breeze became comfortable, not taunting.

“what were you thinking about?” he asked you, retrieving a slice for you and one for himself.

you shook your head, taking a bite. “not important anymore.”

he just nodded in acknowledgement. chances are, he knew exactly what you were thinking about. but he didn’t press. he didn’t ask you out of nosiness or lack of knowledge in the first place, he simply wanted to open the door of talking about it, in the case that you wanted to. he figured you'd think you'd be burdening him if you brought it up yourself — he knew you and how your mind tended to work. as soon as you gave the indication of not wanting to pursue the topic he dropped it.

you two continued to eat in mostly silence. mentioning things about your days here and there, as if you guys didn’t talk about every detail of your days earlier. you talked just to hear eachothers voices. what the other had to say, despite hearing it before. just to talk to one another, just to soak in eachothers presence, fully. because you wanted to. you both did.

“can i ask you a question?”

arthur didn't wait a second to answer. “always. what is it?”

“why’d you come?”

he shrugged and glanced at you. “i don’t know. i was awake, i knew you would be awake, probably… and sometimes you just need nights like this, you know?”

you did know. you knew it more than ever. did he know how much you needed this? something told you he did.

pizza box empty, it was tossed into your room. you made a mental note to pick it up later. with a soft sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder. he wrapped an arm around you in response.

the touch was natural. nothing about it felt forced or out of place. it came with something you both knew – if the other asked, the touch would go further. the emotional connection was there, it always has been, but you never got physical like that with him. never spoke of that connection. let it go unaddressed. maybe out of fear of shattering your friendships, maybe it was something else. you never knew and you never asked.

but you both knew it could go there.

he could kiss you right now, sitting right by him. and you’d kiss right back, he likely knew that. but you didn't go there, neither of you did. you only enjoyed the warmth and security coming from him and he enjoyed providing that.

it was always there – the lingering love. a love never fully tapped into. a love that could be something, could go somewhere. a love almost too scary to be pursued. a beautiful type of love that broke your heart just a little, if you dared to let yourself think about.

you tried not to think about it. not usually. it's only times like now you almost, just barely, allowed yourself to indulge in those thoughts.

he wasn't just a friend and he never was. he was your best friend and your other half. has been as long as you remember. no one else was there for every celebration, every heartbreak, every achievement in the way that he was. nobody else connected with you like he did. and you were starting to believe no one ever would. you didn't want anyone to.

“hey, arthur?”

“hm?” he hummed back, rubbing little invisible patterns onto your shoulder.

“thank you for coming.”

a bit of a bewitching anguish, wasn't it? a mutual understanding of feelings unmentioned. all here on a healing windowsill.

“always.”

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Marauders Era w/ Prompt 19

Disclaimer: This is gonna be Sirius x Reader angst, so I'm sorry to all of the Wolfstar fans (Follows the events of the prank)

Reader is close to the Marauders, essentially a Marauder herself. She knows about Remus's lycanthropy and about the others being Animagus. She knows that the others are all good people. Or at least she thought she did.

"Don't touch me!"

Y/N L/N was on high alert. Every one of the Marauders was. Remus had been experiencing extreme discomfort for at least the past two days, and it was the time of month that the five of them had always dreaded. She knew that Sirius, James and Peter could transform into a dog, deer, and rat respectively, and that they were safe as animals, but that didn't do much to ease her anxiety.

Remus would come back from the Shrieking Shack, which was desolate and abandoned, with new cuts and scratches that'd surely scar later. The shack was the perfect place for a werewolf to hunker down in to avoid causing harm to the general public while still keeping his secret. There wasn't much else the others could do besides lead him there, keep him company (and try to keep him from digging at himself with his claws, which is what typically caused the eventual scars), and carry him back to Hogwarts for a bit of healing and rest when he finally returns to his human form.

It pained Y/N to see him so uncomfortable, but she knew there was no cure for lycanthropy and that the others did their best to help him during the time surrounding the full moon.

She kept a close eye on her friend throughout the school day and tried to get him to eat something during dinner, but he was more focused on doing the homework he'd surely miss while he's transformed. James didn't really care about getting his done and Peter did his right after classes were finished for the day. Usually, Sirius doesn't care either, so Y/N was surprised when he came into the common room a little while after dinner and asked if they could work on the written assignment for Potions together.

Of course, by working, Sirius had meant doing a few questions and then goofing around, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. Truth be told Y/N was, too. Eventually, he'd started asking random questions to try to confuse her or make her laugh. The assingment was tossed away entirely.

"If you were a type of flower, what would you be?"

"I guess I'd be a daisy. They're my favorites." Y/N yawned and stretched a bit. They'd been talking for almost an hour. She knew he'd have to leave with the others soon, so she'd have time after to work on the Potions paper and wouldn't have to worry about not finishing it. She just wasn't sure she'd be able to focus after spending so much of her time just talking with Sirius. She felt so at ease with him, and sure she always had with her boys, but this was different. This was something more.

Remus, James, and Peter came down from their dorm an hour or so before the sun was going to set, trying to make it to the Shrieking Shack before Remus's transformation to avoid taking any risks.

Y/N stood to give each of the boys a hug, squeezing Remus the tightest and for the longest and backed away to get a good look at the four of them. "Be safe." She felt like a mother telling her boys to stay out of trouble. While she wasn't their mother, they were definitely her boys, and she didn't want anything happening to any of them.

"We will, Mum." James always seemed to read her mind. She tousled his hair a bit, and he kissed her cheek before they threw James's cloak over themselves. Y/N could no longer see the four of them, but she could hear their feet shuffling and Peter's quiet "Ow!" when one of the others stepped on his foot. The portrait doorway opened and closed after a few moments, and Y/N sat down on the sofa once more, picking up her quill and trying to think about her Potions assingment and not a certain dark-haired boy.

Y/N was furious, for lack of a better word. She was furious and she was hurt. So very hurt. Of course, it had to be her best friend. Her very best friend in the entire world, other than possibly James, who she'd spent hours talking to just the night before, turned out to be a monster.

She knew that he'd had been through a lot as a child, and she thought that he was better than the rest of his family, but he'd unfortunately proven her wrong. Angry tears, hot and thick, rolled down her face. She wiped at them furiously, holding her books tightly to her chest and nearly running through the corridor.

She doubted that Sirius knew that she knew what he'd done. He'd find out very quickly, though, reaching out to tap her shoulder and being met with firey rage. "Don't touch me!"

"Y/N?" He suddenly seemed less thrilled to see her, his smile slowly tilting downward in confusion and concern.

"I thought you were different, Sirius. I thought you were better than them. But you're just as bad as the rest of your family. Maybe worse."

Sirius was hurt and still very confused, and then something seemed to click and he tried to explain himself. "Wait, Y/N, this is about last night, right? It was just supposed to be a joke, a prank!"

"A prank? You think sending Severus to the shack was just some harmless practical joke? He could've died! You could've killed him! What the hell is wrong with you?" Y/N was starting to feel less like a hole in her side was leaking air and more like she'd be sent to Professor Dumbledore's office in the next few moments if someone didn't intervene.

"I didn't think he'd be stupid enough to actually go!" Sirius was getting frustrated, deflecting. He was trying to make it seem as though he wasn't completely at fault, that Severus had to take some blame for his near-death experience.

"I didn't think you were so horrible as to betray your best friend." Y/N suddenly felt very cold. It was a dreadful feeling. "I didn't think you would ever hurt someone the way you've always worried that you would."

"Y/N, please, can't we just talk about this?" Sirius was desperate. Remus, James and Peter already hated him, he couldn't lose her, too.

"You and I have talked enough. Tell me, did you try to send Snape to his death before or after asking me about flowers?"

Sirius's mouth was slightly agape, and he blinked for a moment before closing it.

"Daisies, Sirius. My favorite flowers are daisies. Yours are bleeding hearts."

Sirius swallowed and nodded. He'd had hope that maybe she was trying to show him that she still cared enough about him to forgive him.

"I think I loved you, Sirius. God, I loved you."

Sirius was taken aback, but still had hope. "I love you, too. I love you so much, Y/N."

"Loved, Sirius. Loved." There it was. There was the hope that he had for them, crushed before him like a flower under a heavy boot. A tear rolled down her cheek, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out to her, to wipe it away and pull her into his arms and tell her over and over again that he loved her and wanted to be with her. He knew that she couldn't stand the sight of him at the moment, but maybe she could learn to forgive him. She turned her back to him and walked away. Sirius knew, in that exact moment, that there would be no 'maybes'. She left. She loved him...

Loved.

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az-cain · 2 years

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So Into You

jake lockely x reader ≈ 4.3k words masterlist here

the beginning of this is based loosely on the song of the same name by the atlanta rhythm section, very groovy. pretty much, y/n goes to a bar looking to get laid and gets exactly that. might be the best smut i’ve ever written, not beta read tho.

TW FOR: light drinking, mention of drugs/dealing, making out/kissing, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, PiV sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like them, wrap b4 u tap), hand on throat but not rlly choking

as always, lmk if i missed any warnings or have any spelling/grammar oopsies

This fic is NSFW, mature audiences only. Please continue at your own risk. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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The pub in central London was lit in neon shades of blue and pink, the scent of cigarette smoke and sex wafting through the air. The beer in front of you was watery and bitter, so you’d only taken one or two sips over the course of the last hour. You and your friends had no illusions- you wouldn’t be leaving here together. You’d been so fucking busy with work that the last time you’d gotten laid was over two months ago, so you’d put on your smallest black dress, the top hugging your breasts and the bottom hugging your ass. The two you’d come with had already left with two boys staring at them like they were the sun and stars.

You had your eye on a high-cheekboned man in a newsboy cap who’d walked in about a half an hour ago, now sitting on the other side of the bar nursing some cheap whiskey. His eyes were scanning the sleazy patrons, had been since he’d entered, so he was either here for a drug deal or the same reason as you. You guessed the second option, since you’d made eye contact a few minutes earlier and he’d winked at you while taking a sip of his drink.

His hand wrapped so easily around the thick glass, the veins and tendons surfacing with every movement. You’d have bet good money that they were dexterous and strong. You noticed him chewing something— what you hoped to be gum and not tobacco. After a little while watching him from afar, you got up from your seat with the drink you likely wouldn’t drink in hand, pulling your short dress down and placing yourself on the stool next to him. You set the bottle down and your left arm down right beside it, your feet propped up on the bottom bar of the stool and your right arm resting on your thigh.

“I’m (y/n).”

“Jake,” he said with a crooked smile.

“You from America?” He nodded, raising his right brow in question. “Let me buy you a drink, and we can talk about home. What are you drinking?”

“The most expensive whiskey they have, which also happens to be nearly the cheapest I’ve ever drank.” His heavy New York accent got you going, the sound of home heating you up almost embarrassingly quickly. You huff out a laugh, signaling the barkeep. He slipped the gum he was chewing between his front teeth for a moment, licking his lips. “Ain’t I meant to be the one buying your drink, hermosa?”

You rolled your eyes, “You can if you want, but I don’t give a shit. Didn’t look like you were gonna make any moves a minute ago.”

Both of his eyebrows shot up, his head cocking to the side as he scanned you up and down. “I was waiting. Life is nothing without foreplay.”

You blushed a bit at that, leaning back and tilting your head in a mirror of his. “You weren’t gonna do anything,” you called his bluff.

He leaned forward, now far closer to you, before signaling you to move closer as well. You obliged, tilting your body towards him and knocking knees with him lightly. “Trust me, I wasn’t going this night without talking to you at the very least. Couldn’t quit thinking about you, just couldn’t quite catch your eyes.” He scanned you up and down hungrily, stretching his gum over his tongue with a smile. “Trust me, I was gonna do something, muñequita.” Your face had turned red and your core had started aching, the pleasant tingle in your lower belly starting to become borderline uncomfortable.

“Such as?” You prompted, but the bartender arrived and you had to sit up. He asked what he could get you, and you ordered the man his whiskey before he cut in and ordered you something different— a strawberry daiquiri. The bartender scuttled away quickly, leaving you in your bubble once again. You didn’t even have the time to turn back to Jake before his lips were beside your ear.

“If you hadn’t come up to me, I’d have eventually gotten next to you, and this night would have preferably ended with you in my bed.” You turned to see him bite his lip, glancing down to your chest and changing how he was sitting slightly. Your eyes flicked down and back up, seeing a bulge in his pants. “Tonight could still end like that, you know.”

You hummed, looking at his lips, cast in blue from the lighting. “That’s the plan, now isn’t it?” Just then, the bartender returned with your drinks. You thanked him and took a sip of the daiquiri. You moaned quietly at the taste, drinking a bit more. He hissed, shifting in his seat. You knew what you’d done, watching him shift around and his bulge grow in size. When he met your eyes again, you smiled devilishly at him and laughed under your breath.

“Tú diablo, tonight is going to be fun.” He grinned back at you, shaking his head. “Don’t drink too much, I won’t fuck you if you can’t say yes.”

Immediately, you took one last sip and pushed the fruity drink away. Blood shot downwards, making you press your thighs together in anticipation. You leaned over your legs, his eyes moving down to your lips as your licked them and rubbed them together. He broke away momentarily to spit his gum into a napkin and place it beside his drink.

You watched as his head tilted and eyes closed, before your eyes shut too. His mouth hit yours, lips moving incredibly slowly. The light stubble over his cheeks and jaw burned your skin a little, but it was surprisingly pleasant. He tasted like watermelon and whiskey. One of his hands came up to the back of your neck, twining through your hair and pulling it lightly into his fist. You whined quietly as his lips slid against yours, nipping at your bottom one with his teeth and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues tangled together as you stood up, not breaking contact as you came to stand between his legs and rest your hands on his biceps. His tongue was rough against yours, the kiss speeding up into something more passionate while your hands balled into fists in his shirt. You pressed yourself into him, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck as your chests pushed together. After a moment, you broke away with a gasp, a small string of fruit-and-whiskey-flavored spit linking you together for a few inches before you moved back a bit more. His eyes opened slowly, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his face broke into a grin. Your chests were both still heaving lightly when you sat again and called the bartender over.

“I’d like to pay my tab, please,” you said briskly, digging a 50 out of your purse and handing it to the man.

With a lower voice than before, Jake said, “Me too.” He echoed your actions with a glance at you. You knew your lips and cheeks were both likely pretty red from the blood.

The bartender left to print your receipts and fetch your change, and you tilted your body back to the man across from you. You looked over his body, noticing his sizable bulge now straining against his pants. You stood again, standing between his legs once again. His lips turned up to yours again and his arms wrapped around your back, but you pulled your face back, tutting lightly. He scooted forward on the stool, but you just tucked your head against his neck. You laid a light kiss against the juncture of his shoulder and neck, biting it lightly, to which he groaned low in his chest. The bartender returned, always with ill timing, so you just stuck your hand out for your change and receipt. Once it was set in your hand, you stuck it in your purse and cupped his jaw with the same hand. You laid your lips against his trap muscle in a different place, sucking just enough to leave a mark. His hands tightened, grinding his hips against yours as you both let out a moan. You could feel him hard as a rock against you through his now tight black jeans.

He snaked one hand up to your hair, pulling you up by it and placing a hard kiss against your lips before pulling back to whisper in your ear. “Let’s get out of here.” You nodded, stepping back to let him stand. He put the money on the counter into his pocket, stepped to your side, and laid a hand on your back, pushing you lightly to the exit. He stepped in front of you to hold the door and tug you to the sidewalk. The air was far cooler out there, your nipples peaking through your dress. You watched as his eyes trailed down your chest, landing on your breasts. He stepped closer, stripping off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders.

He leaned in after you’d slipped the tan bomber jacket on, warming up. His lips met yours and his arms wrapped around you again. You slid against his body, lips sliding quickly together between breaths. Your neck was craned up to meet him slightly, so he bent down a bit more and set his hand against the back of your head. He pushed against you, but remembered to stick a hand out for a cab. You felt him against your hip, and ground against him a bit. He hissed into your mouth, biting at your lip harshly as he rocked his hips against yours again. A cab pulled up next to you and you broke apart quickly, Jake stepping away and reaching out to hold the door so you could slide in. Once you’d gotten in, he slipped in beside you. “My apartment okay?” You nodded and he told the cabbie the address.

The grey-haired man in the driver’s seat nodded, turning his head to say “No shagging in my cab, got it?” quite sternly and wait for an affirmative response from both of you before slamming the little barrier between you. You looked at Jake with wide eyes, and he tilted his head forward in a mockery of a disappointed teacher before you both burst out into giddy laughter. You scooted closer to him, meeting his lips again and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

His nose nudged yours, moving down your jaw with light pecks before reaching your neck as his hands slipped around your waist. He laid kisses against the side of your throat, flicking occasionally with his tongue, and continued to move down to your exposed collarbone. He sucked a dark mark right onto the skin just above it, your breath coming heavily, intermixed with little whines, and your chest moving harshly as your fingers tugged at his dark curls. He moaned roughly against your skin from the pressure, nipping at you with his teeth. He removed his mouth from you, moving back up and brushing his rough, stubbly cheek against your soft one. “You make such pretty noises. Can’t wait to see what noises you make when I have my tongue inside you, muñequita.” He bumped his broad nose against yours as your core heated and tensed. “Bet you taste so good.”

Your lips had just met again when the car skidded to a halt. You pulled away quickly, wiping your mouth pointlessly as the driver opened the barrier and said that it was gonna be £27.50. You started to go for your money, but Jake grabbed your wrist with one hand and fetched his money with the other. He noticed as your breath hitched from the simple movement, licking his lips eagerly with a small smile before releasing you to count off £35. Once he’d handed the man his money and stuffed what remained back into his pocket, he shuffled out of the car and held the door for you once again. He wrapped his arm around you and let you through the entryway of his apartment and into the elevator to the second level, where you slipped your hand down and grabbed his ass. He groaned, smacking yours and laying a chaste kiss to your lips, before the doors opened and he had you go up the stairs behind him, ever the gentleman.

When you finally made it into his attic loft, you only had a moment to look around before his mouth was on your neck and his hands were on your ass, biting and massaging with a passion. You ground into his hips, spotting the bed and pushing him lightly towards it. He was still hard against you, maybe even harder, so once you reached his bed, you shoved him down onto it and climbed on top of him. You placed your clothed body directly above his hips, setting your full weight into grinding down onto him. He let out a cry, bucking into you and putting his hands on your hips. He smacked his head down onto the pillows for a moment to catch his breath before grabbing you and flipping you under him. Your heart and core pounded harder at the display of strength, his lips finding yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth easily. You moaned into him, wrapping your legs around him and grinding slowly against his hard cock. He pulled back, his mouth leaving yours, and you opened your eyes to find him staring down at you.

“Do you want this?” He asked, licking his lips. You nodded, grinding against him and trying to pull him back down. He groaned, pressing into you. “Words, muñeca.”

“God, yes, Jake. Just fuck me.” He smiled, leaning back down to suck your lower lip back into his mouth before pulling back again, this time to pull your dress over your head. As his fingers notched under the hem of the dress, you wriggled towards him, helping him get it off of you. The dress had come with cups already in it, so you were left with a small red thong and no bra. You felt him twitch against you as he looked down in awe, throwing the dress somewhere and bringing his hands down to your tits. He looked up at you for consent before twisting your nipples between his fingers, kneading the soft flesh in his large, rough hands. Immediately, you moaned loudly into the open room. He dropped his mouth to your right breast, moving that hand down to your hip to cup you through your panties, making you buck harshly against him. His tongue flicked at your nipple, alternating between biting lightly and sucking on it. He pressed his middle finger into you, rubbing over your center lightly while he switched breasts, his empty hand coming back to your other breast. He continued stroking your entrance over your panties as you panted below him. When he moved to your clit, you shouted his name, white-knuckling the plain bedsheets.

After a moment, he pulled back, pulling off his shirt and peeling off your soaked panties. He moved back, pulling you to the edge of the bed and propping your hips up with a thigh to allow him to put a pillow under them. You shut your thighs, somewhat self-conscious at him seeing you so openly.

He tutted, meeting your eyes while he pried them apart, licking his lips and grinning at what was laid out before him. Your lower lips were absolutely shining with how wet you were. He kneeled down, tugging you a bit farther forward and kissing along your thighs. His chin and cheeks burned where they touched you. He moved one hand up to grab yours where it lay on the bed, placing it into his hair where you gripped it hard. He continued to suck marks into your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you were aching for him. His hands returned to the inside of your thighs, pressing them apart to give him easier access. He pulled back, admiring his work.

“Prettiest pussy I ever seen, cariño.” He groaned, nuzzling your thigh with his nose. “Makes me so fuckin’ hard.” And with that, he put his mouth onto you. His tongue darted out from his mouth, flicking at your clit with some force as he shook his head side-to-side, making you cry out and clamp your thighs together around his head. The stubble on his jaw pricked at you harshly, his head still moving between your legs. You threw your head back against the pillow hard when his lips latched onto you and sucked, hard. You felt his tongue continue to move against you while he sucked on your clit. His lips stayed sealed around you for a moment before his head moved down slightly, nose now pressing against your bud as his tongue dipped into you. He started making loud, wet noises as he slurped at you, drawing everything he could into his mouth.

He moaned against you, muttering something in Spanish before sliding his tongue back into you. He rocked his head forward and back, pushing it in and out of you as quick as he could manage. Your hands curled harder into his hair, tugging hard as your abdomen crunched up and the pressure in your belly ratcheted higher and higher. Your legs crossed around the back of his neck, holding him against you. One of his hands moved away from where it was lightly rubbing the outside of your thigh, coming to the inside as his mouth moved back up to your clit, his head moving side-to-side again.

He slipped two fingers inside you easily, your slick pussy taking them without protest. You felt the edge come hurtling towards you as you shouted his name, his fingers curling inside your body quicker than you’d ever felt before. Your hips bucked up against his mouth, the lewd slurping noises he was making filling the room combined with the noises you were both making. “Fuck, Jake, I’m so close, please,” you started crying, rocking up against his tongue and fingers. He looked up at you, saying nothing, but placing his lips around your clit and sucking hard, tongue flicking it as his fingers drove up into you faster, curling harder.

Within seconds, you were screaming his name, your lower abdomen tensing and relaxing so hard it shoved his fingers out of you momentarily. He just shoved them right back in, moaning loudly against you as your slick ran down his arm onto his bed, trying to catch as much as he could with his tongue. He worked you through it, flicking your clit lazily with his tongue as your hips bucked lightly against him, until you pulled his head away by the hair. He groaned at that, licking his lips and hand before wiping his face and arm off with his discarded shirt.

He stripped himself of his pants, leaving his boxers on as he brought his face back to yours, laying gentle kisses against your lips. You could taste yourself on him, and it was one of the hottest things ever. Your orgasm had ripped clean through you, leaving you sated and boneless. The kisses turned slowly back into passionate, hard ones, and he started to grind against you through his boxers. You moaned loudly, getting turned back on, when his face dropped to your neck. He started sucking more marks into you, bruising the skin, and grinding harder into you. “Please, Jake. Need you in me,” you whimpered, trying in vain to pull down his boxers. He hummed so low in his chest it sounded like a growl as he bit your skin, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain, before pulling off of you and tugging down his boxers.

His cock slapped against his belly, thick, red, and absolutely leaking. It wasn’t the longest you’d seen, but it wasn’t average either. It was so thick you were sure you wouldn’t be able to wrap a hand around it, and it was so red and swollen it looked ready to burst, the veins popping out all around it. You surged forward, taking him in your hand with a groan. He let out a strangled cry, lurching forward like you’d punched him in the gut as you ran your thumb over the very tip.

You stroked over it for only a moment more before he pushed your hand away and started to reach for the nightstand. You told him not to, that you were on birth control, even though you’d just met him. For some reason, you just needed him bare. He licked his lips with a smile and climbed back over you. “Are you ready for me, muñequita?” You nodded eagerly, moving your hips up in anticipation. He placed one hand beside your head and used the other to guide your legs over his hips and place himself into you. He was a tight fit, rocking slowly and rubbing your clit carefully as you hissed at the pinch. You were out of practice, and he was thicker than any you’d taken before. After a moment, he laid his lips onto yours, dipping his tongue into your mouth and slipping it against yours.

The discomfort subsided and you began to whine and rock your hips against his. He groaned like he was all out of air, kissing hard into your mouth as he pulled out slightly and slammed back into you. He swallowed your cries while he picked up a rhythm, slamming his hips into yours so hard you slid up the bed with every thrust. “Look so gorgeous, cariño, feel so fuckin’ tight around me.” He breathed heavily into your mouth, sharing air as he plowed into you. With each thrust, you moaned quietly, struggling to breathe. He reached down with both hands and leaned back, picking up your legs and placing them over his shoulders so he could have a better angle. His pelvic bone was hitting your clit with each thrust now, and you screamed his name as he started hitting that spot inside of you consistently, bringing you closer to that edge rapidly. You felt yourself clench around him, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. You whimpered, the stretch in your hamstrings increasing as he leaned forward to kiss you again, lips pressing harshly into yours. “Come for me, (y/n). Let go, cariño.”

As he commanded, you immediately reached your peak, clenching around him and thrashing on his bed, his cock still pounding into your g-spot. After a moment, he slowed down and pulled your legs off his shoulders. He pulled out of you, meeting your confused eyes before grabbing you by the shoulder and hip and flipping you harshly onto your stomach. He moved your knees forward and hips up with one knee, slipping back into you easily and picking his rhythm back up. The loud, wet smacking noise filled the room and mixed with the moans from the two of you. He wound one hand through your hair and the other was placed on your waist, pulling you up so he had access to your neck, which the hand that was in your hair came to rest on. The hand that he had around your waist moved down to your clit, drawing hard circles.

You could already feel yourself getting close again, so you whined and ground against his hand. “Fuuuuck, muñeca, gimme one more,” he moaned out, some parts punched out from the force of his thrusts. He rubbed your clit harder, hitting your g-spot harshly with every smack of your hips. You exploded again, screaming out his name as he bit your shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” He cried your name, trying to pull out, but you grabbed him by the back of the neck, holding him in you. He groaned loudly while the pulsing of your center sent him over the edge, clenching around him as he emptied into you. You felt the warm spurts of come fill you up, his hips slowing drastically as he rubbed your throat, letting you drop slowly back into his blankets before he pulled out of you, groaning at the sight of him leaking out of you. He dropped down one last time, scooping it out of you with his tongue, before you pulled your hips away and cried his name. “Too sensitive, please,” you muttered into the pillow, all fucked out. He chuckled behind you, flipping you over delicately.

“I’m gonna clean you up, one sec’.” He murmured, scanning your body before heading towards what you assumed to be the bathroom and emerging with a damp rag. He wiped his mouth and then between your legs, cleaning off the remnants he didn’t catch with his tongue. He left again to put the cloth in the hamper and grab you a cup of water, setting it on the nightstand by his bed. He laid down, leaving the amount of space between the two of you entirely up to you. You scooted beside him, curling into his side and laying your head on his chest.

The two of you laid there for what was probably only one or two minutes before you spoke. “You like steak?”

His head turned down to face you, nodding sleepily. “Why?”

“Dinner tomorrow night?”

He smiled, nodding again and pressing a light kiss to your lips. “A bit out of order, but I’d love to.” You felt sleep begin to tug on your eyelids, pulling you into its sweet embrace even while you were still in his. Soon after, you were passed out in his arms, and he was asleep holding you.

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kitwing-moving · 1 year

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umm vivwataei new years ball :] a little sad since vivian does get overwhelmed for a bit but its ok taru and eichi cheer her up

written in one go and not proofread ignore any mistakes </3

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The wall was the safest place right now, Vivian thought, as she silently observed everyone. The atmosphere was nice, but it was still just... too much.

She'd never been to a ball before. She'd never really... done much, the more she thought about it. Aside from her impulsive actions that eventually led to her sneaking into ES, the only thing she could try to compare this to was just a simple outdoor concert - but it was hardly much of a comparison. That concert was just thrown together for fun, one that simple people just participated in for fun.

Horrible singing and dancing and constantly going off-topic... it was one of Vivian's favorite memories ever. One she wished she could experience again, go back home and relive it with her friends.

But being at a ball was so much different, considering there was quite a few high-profile people... (and honestly, she was glad not many people recognized her, despite being Eichi and Wataru's partner.)

It was scary, and she didn't want to put either one of them in a bad light if she said or did the wrong thing. And yet... she would have felt horrible if she didn't come. Eichi had invited her and Wataru, after all.

"Ah-hah! And there is our beautiful princess!"

Vivian just barely managed to suppress a 'hueeh!?' as Wataru picked her up, spinning her around as he hugged her tight.

She could only weakly smile, embarrassment making her shrink in on herself. "...Hi." She hoped Wataru didn't mind her current state right now - even though she had been an idol for a while... She hadn't been exactly associated with Eichi or Wataru much.

But now, things were different. Both her and Wataru were here as Eichi's dates, and Vivian wasn't sure how people would take to her.

She didn't wanna put either Eichi's or Wataru's reputations at risk.

"...Is there something wrong?" Wataru lowered his voice, gently setting Vivian down. He kept his arm around her though, slightly relieved when she let her head fall against his chest instead of staying entirely tensed up.

"Oh, um. No. I'm just not exactly... used to this, I guess? A little overwhelmed by everything." Not the entire truth, but there was no reason why she should dump all her emotions onto him at the moment. She didn't want to ruin his mood.

However, Wataru seemed to pick up on that. He only gave her an understanding look, squeezing her one more time before he let go.

"Follow me, my love." He took her hand, weaving through the dancing couples as he headed for the balcony. He could hear her whisper out apologies to everyone they went by, as if she was sorry for even taking up any space.

Wataru couldn't help but frown a little, heart aching in his chest. He felt he understood quite a bit of what was running through her head - she played a similar 'role' to him, after all.

The sun, bright and warm, attempting to share her rays with everyone. Larger than life, yet the brighter she burned, the more he was worried she would teeter back into imploding in on herself.

The sun is a delicate thing to keep in balance, after all. If she wanted to shine, then he would gladly help her. The sun is a star of its own, after all, but it's only one star.

The stars themselves were infinite. There were many 'roles' Wataru felt he could play in that regard. But just like with the sun, the would need help shining too. And she would share her light with him as well, without question.

Wataru couldn't help but feel rather relieved in her presence. Her 'role' was a pleasant one, if delicate. And he wanted to protect it.

"Vivian." Wataru called out her name gently, both to break himself out of his thoughts and to get her attention.

Vivian only hummed in return as she stepped out onto the balcony with him. "It's night already." She tried to keep the wobble out of her voice and swallow it down. She felt horrible. This was supposed to be a fun night for Eichi and Wataru, but...

Wataru looked down at her, taking a moment before he smiled. "It's much more refreshing out here, isn't it? Away from the eyes of everyone... Ah, it'd be such a dream to dance with my princess under the moonlight."

Vivian didn't pay his words much mind, only a light elbow against his side as she stared at the sky. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't make any words come out... and yet, she didn't feel pressured to force any words out either. It was nice, being in Wataru's presence.

And maybe... it wouldn't be so bad to dance with him. Vivian nudged him again, hesitating before she held out her hand. "... I'd wanna dance with my.." She faltered, face growing hot as she struggled to force the words out. "My.. my princess... too."

Wataru let out a joyful laugh, pulling her close as he began to dance with her. Vivian wasn't used at all to ballroom dancing, clumsily trying to keep up with Wataru's steps... only to end up giggling and leaning her full weight onto him as her mistakes grew in number.

But he didn't care. Wataru's laughter mingled with hers, and it was likely that quite a few people back inside could hear them as Vivian struggled to dance with him.

Ah.. but Wataru realized he almost forgot something upon hearing the whistle of fireworks.

"My dear princess." Wataru let go of her hand to hold her face, leaning closer. "It has been a fantastic year with you blessing us all with your light."

Vivian tensed up, her eyes going wide. Wataru adored the look on her face whenever she got particularly embarrassed, and this was no different.

"Thank you for being the light for both me and Eichi." Wataru laid his forehead against hers, and he chuckled when she shut her eyes.

"...Am I really your light?" Her words were soft, unsure.

"Of course." A familiar voice came in, and Vivian opened her eyes as she glanced over.

Eichi. He looked so... happy. His eyes were twinkling as he watched both of them, and Vivian quickly averted her eyes.

This feeling inside her... it was similar to being acutely aware of the attention on her, back inside the ballroom. But this time, with just Wataru and Eichi...

"Thanks." That was all Vivian could force out as she clenched her fists. She wanted to playfully hit them against Wataru's chest like always, but she restrained herself.

She wanted to say so much more, but she was a little embarrassed at the thought of tears coming out as she confessed her emotions - just how grateful Eichi and Wataru had been the ones to save her life, and how grateful she was that she could even be their friend let alone their girlfriend.

"I.." She wanted to try anyways.

"... You guys are the entire world to me." She'd have to settle with that for now. Saying what she really felt out loud made her feel silly, and she made a mental note to write down her true feelings in a letter for them later.

"And you are ours as well, Vivian." Eichi took her free hand, gently kissing the back of it. "You and Wataru both... I'm grateful for the two of you."

Vivian watched Eichi, head leaning further into Wataru's hand.

She liked how things were right now. She liked that she had both of them by her side. She... she loved the thought of being with them into the next year.

It almost made her heart burst.

"I love you guys." The words came out a little rushed. That phrase carried an almost forbidden weight to it now - one that weighed it down from almost ever being said to the two of them ever after she accepted their feelings.

Vivian shut her eyes tight in embarrassment, heart fluttering as she felt Wataru's kiss against her forehead.

"Haah.. ah, geez, you two are too nice to me."

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Prompt: Sunburn

Slices of Summer(Four): A look at the band’s first summer together. Can they figure out boundaries, communication, visibility, among other things and still enjoy their summer?

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Reggie was uncomfortably laying down on the studio couch. His skin felt too tight over his muscles and bones, and like it was being held in place by millions of tiny needles; he even felt a minor throbbing at the back of his head.. Despite wearing a tank top and shorts he still felt way too hot. He felt a whine escape his throat. He did not miss this.

“How could this even happen?” That was Alex’s voice, high and tight. Reggie winced, but kept his eyes closed, he was trying his best to keep his mind off the pain. Tried to think of anything else. His mind was not cooperating. The nearby conversation probably wasn’t helping.

“I didn’t even think ghosts could get sunburnt” Julie’s concern at least came out in a whisper.

“Neither did we” Luke meanwhile never understood the concept of volume control. Reggie groaned as he finally opened his eyes, he didn’t keep them open. Damn sun was too bright. Of course if he’d gotten sunburnt this bad, the first time in years he had, he’d also be suffering some heat exhaustion symptoms. What kind of lousy luck was that? At least he wasn’t nauseous, he would be happy to never feel that particular sensation ever again.

“But why now? I know Reg has snuck out to the beach plenty before yesterday and this has never happened before.” Alex could really join Luke on those volume control lessons.

“Guess it’s part of the price to pay to be fully visible” Reggie groaned out.

It had happened a couple hours into their beach day. Julie had finally decided to risk going and changing into her suit. A purple halter bikini with some red and blue plaid short shorts. He and Luke were admittedly staring dumbly a her while she walked back from the changing room, when a stranger stopped just off to his left looking down at him.

Well no it couldn’t have been at him, it was probably more towards Julies stuff around him. However, the stranger spoke and was looking right at Reggie, “Hey man, do you need some sunscreen? You’re looking a little pink.”

“What?” It was all Reggie could articulate. Maybe this stranger was also a ghost. Yeah, they were just some ghost. Why would a ghost offer another ghost sunscreen? Then almost as if to just keep throwing him off, the lifer who had just been at the most definitely lifer food truck came up and handed this stranger food. A ghost would definitely not need food.

“Just be careful man,” The stranger called as they and their friend walked off. Reggie glanced at Luke. He needed to make sure he didn’t imagine that. Luke was still staring at the stranger. Cautiously their eyes met, and slowly smiles crept across their faces. The next second they were dashing ecstatically to Julie.

Julie definitely looked like she had questions, because Julie also definitely saw. Reggie giddily picked her up in an excited hug. He couldn’t seem to stop shouting “They saw me.” Luke soon joined the hug with his own excited shouting.

“Oh my god! This changes everything!” Reggie realized he no longer had to hold himself back. This could be just like any other beach day. Still carrying a laughing and mildly protesting Julie, Reggie dashed towards the water. Deep in the back of his mind he hoped whatever power decided to make him visible kept going for the rest of the day. Otherwise Julie might be center stage at a haunted beach.

Honestly, it had been one of the best days Reggie has had. Even when he got home and was slammed with sudden exhaustion, it wasn’t so bad. The guys hadn’t really needed to sleep and Reggie missed it a little. Then he woke up this morning with one of the worst sunburns he’s had.

Throughout his life Reggie had often wondered if there was some force out there that specifically enjoyed messing with him. This was definitely one of those times. He had just spent a wonderful day at the beach with Julie and Luke two of his favorite people. Now, now he could barely move and just felt miserable.

Reggie’s internal self pitying was cut short by a hand to his forehead. It was definitely too small and a little too warm to be any of the guys. It still felt nice, while it was warmer than the guys it was still cooler than his own forehead at the moment. He hesitantly blinked his eyes open to look at Julie’s concerned face. He quirked a small smile and managed to whisper out a “hey.”

“Hey,” she replied, tentatively returning the smile, her hand gently stroked over his forehead and through his hair, “I heard somewhere cool baths are supposed to help. Wanna give it a try?”

Reggie groaned at the thought of moving but she wasn’t exactly wrong and he told her as much, “although aloe vera is supposed to be even better and neither are going to do much for this headache. Besides the bathroom out here only really has a shower.”

Julie hummed as he heard Alex volunteer to find some aloe vera and poof out. Then she gently continued on “Do you wanna see if ghosts can take Tylenol?”

Reggie shook his head as best as he was able. They still barely understood how the whole visibility thing worked, they were essentially hopeless when it came to understanding how the ghosts eating thing worked. He didn’t really want to test his luck at the moment.

“Well Carlos and Dad are out at the moment for some father son bonding time. Said they wouldn’t be back for a few hours if you want to use one of the bath’s in the house. At the very least maybe you should hang out in the house where it’s cooler than out here?” Julie suggested keeping her voice low. Reggie attempted to hum but it came out more of a moan as his eyes closed on their own.

Then Luke spoke up, actually managing to also keep his voice low for once, “Hey if it doesn’t hurt your head too much, maybe we could even hang out and watch a movie together?”

Reggie smirked his eyes still closed, “I’d like that.”

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AN: As always let me know what you think! Prompt taken from here. Full list of my fics found here.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #reggie peters #julie and the phantoms fanfic #julie molina

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carnamiraloupa-s · 1 year

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My side of this world.

Warning ⚠ this chapter contains gore, violence and swearing. If you are sensitive to any of this, please don't read it.

There are a lot of grammatical and spelling errors.

This chapter is also short, it's only the beginning.

Once again,don't read it if you are sensitive, or do it at our own risk...

It sounds kinda like a threat 🤔 (sorry).

At night, in a small wooden house, lost in the wood.

Celesta watched as her blood dropped on the face of her newborn, approaching her body so that she can take the first and last look of her child. The wicked woman who stabbed her in the chest laughed at her desperate attempt of carrying her child in her arms, the dagger in her bloody hands falling on the floor. The third adult in the room watched with horror the young woman murmuring her last words. he decided to hear what she have to say to her son before leaving the two girls alone. Maybe is it her last words, maybe is it pity, but the red haired man decided to change his mind. He made his ways to the laughing killer, outside the wooden house.

"I will take the baby", he said, pity evident in his eyes. The woman looked at him like he was crazy and responded with a sharp tone.

"Like hell, I am not gonna let this commoner bitch son alive, he is a threat for me and my position." "Then, let me kill him, I wouldn't want your beautiful hands to be soiled", the man smiled, hoping that she will trust him. Her eyes held doubt yet her answer was positive.

"I guess, if you say so, my dear Cassius... Just to be sure of your sincerity, you will show me his heart and the heart of this slut. I will see you at the pond of Noirforest at dawn."

Cassius smile dropped at her words, panicking inside, yet, he stayed calm in facade. To avoid her suspicion due to his mistake, he responded accordingly.

"What a disgusting job, but for you I will do it, my beloved."

The dirty blond haired woman, satisfied with his answer, smiled and got on her horse, her silhouette disappeared behind the tree. The man got back in the little house to do his job.

Cassius took his hunter knife and opened the chest of the dead girl, searching for her heart, breaking her ribs to have access to it. Tearing it of the body. He placed it in the little black box that he had on himself. The man wiped his scarlet hands on the dress of the corpse. He then looked at the boy. The blood of his mother had fallen on his eyes, making him look like he cried the red liquid. Saddened and still haunted by the speech of the deceased young girl, he took the sleeping baby in his arms and got on his black horse.

After hours of riding, he finally got to his camp. He deposed the bundle of bloody clothes on his bed before departing towards the pond, the morning sun shining on him.

A knight in obsidian armor was waiting, a white spear with a red rubi on his handle in his back. Cassius descended of his horse. He gave him the black and gold box. The knight opened it and the air around changed, becoming oppressive and gloomy. The readhead, sensing the change, rapidly answering his silent question.

"The hearts where damaged when I ripped them off, and I had to smash them so they could enter in the box. It's why they look like some smashed red potatoes. If you still doubt me you can see there is a lot of blood. And–" He was interrupted by the armor.

"I understand what you mean so shut up and go back to your camp, asshole."

Red with embarrassment, Cassius got on his horse, again, and ride back to his camp. When he comes back, the sun was already high in the sky, still not in the middle of the day though.

He enters his tent, take the baby and hug him tightly. He made so much kids dying, with the same hands that was holding the little one, yet why this one in particular should live ? What did she say again ?

Thinking about that, he spoke the world that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

"My dear son, you are unique and strong, you had a rough start, but I hope that you find your happy end like me... I shall name you–"

[Hum Hum. Yes. A cliffhanger, a bad one, but stil one. Just to say it will at least take two or three weeks to doe just one chapter. I'm counting on quality and no quantity. Also this is the first thing I write, please be mindful of that. If you have any tags you think could go with this story, you can tell me in the comments 🙂... I kinda feel like the way I'm speakingis is cold but I assure you, I'm not trying to be rude...]

#boy love #fantasy world #violence mention #swearing #gore #My side of this world.

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dailyreverie · 2 years

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The hike

A/N: This one is for the amazing @aellynera for the Oscar Isaac Holiday fic exchange! 🎄 For your secret Santa gift here we have two idiots in love which you said to be one of your favorite tropes 💞 I really hope you like it! I'm sending you big hugs, and I hope you have a very Merry Christmas!

This is also for day #20 of the December writing challenge ☃️

Day 20 - Hiking || Rough ground, crisp morning air, and sunrises.

☃️ December Writing Challenge! 🎄

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x reader

Word Count: 1k words

It didn't make sense for the weather being this cold and Santiago feeling so warm. He knew it was cold, there was no question on it, the tip of his nose was cold and his fingers felt like ice, yet his body was not shivering and he didn't feel like snow.

"Who's the slow one now, Fish?" Your voice chipped in his ears with a teasing tone, walking quickly up to Santi in between all the pines that stood tall. Your giggling pulled a string from his heart and a smile teased his lips, it did it every time without missing; you took away the cold, that is why he kept you close, even if he didn't see it.

Santi turned to look at you at the same time you turned to him, not missing a step against the dry leaves under your feet. "Is he already tired?"

"I'm guessing he's just cold." You replied with a laugh. Winter mornings didn't seem to trouble you, Santi could sense it in your happy steps. The early morning sun was not even entirely up yet, the crisp air made your nose match his in redness and you rubbed your palms together; besides all that, your smile remained unbothered.

There was something about the forest during December that pulled you both to it. Yes, the forest, that's what you were both pulled into, not the excuse of being close. Maybe the quiet or the calm, maybe the lack of the holiday dash. You were there every year, walking through the mountains every weekend until the last day before Christmas.

With you walking by Santiago's side, the closeness of your presence made his lungs let out a sigh. It was so unlike Santiago to feel intimidated like this. He's the one who goes for it, the one who takes risks, but it was different with you. With you, he couldn't gamble it; he couldn't take the chance of losing so much, he couldn't take the chance of losing you.

Fish was tired of your games, and so was Will. "Are they that dumb?" The latter one whispered, rolling his eyes at both your laughs and shy gazes a few feet away from him.

"I give it 'til New Year's. They'll be together by then." Fish added with a scoff. "Or I'll push them together myself."

Santi heard it all since his friends' attempts at being discreet are long gone - which makes you wonder: how good at the battlefield were they? - Still, Santiago wanted to believe that you didn't hear, that maybe your focus was still on the crest of the trees above you, that the color on your cheeks was due to the cold. Your expression didn't change, not even one bit, that's what gives away that the boys' words didn't reach you.

What Santi didn't know, though, is that your discretion is way better than the boys'.

Santiago's hand reached for yours after somewhat of a difficult step, an obstacle on the road that could need an extra pull up. Your hand found its place there, in his warm palm that sheltered yours from the cold.

"You are very cozy, you know?" It is a genuine comment, one that comes naturally after feeling the contrast of his hand against the chill that surrounded you.

"I've been told I'm warm." Santi just chuckled, feeling both of your hands grab his before wrapping around his arm.

"It's not warm, it's more like... I don't know..." Your eyes were shining when you looked in yourself for the perfect word. How to describe Santiago Garcia when he meant everything to you and he had no clue? "...like a blanket, or like a chimney."

"So, hot?" You swatted his chest lightly, avoiding his gaze to stop him from seeing how flushed your cheeks were getting. He laughed at his own joke, too, successful at his attempt of teasing you.

You reached the top of the hill like that, with your hand around his arm and close to each other's side. The sun is finally up then, casting its rays on your skin and giving you the natural heat you much needed. Closing your eyes you let the sun in, taking a deep breath with a smile.

The truth is, it was you who made Santi feel warm. As he looked at you, breathing in the sun and smelling like the pines that were all around you, there was no doubt that it was you. Like a forest during winter when the sun begins to warm it up, that's how you made him feel.

"Well, I guess it is officially Christmas Eve now," Benny spoke, the tradition getting its official statement. He patted his brother's and Frankie's back, just them two, not wanting to intrude on Santi and you.

You turned to look at Santi just to find him already looking at you, an easy smile and his skin glowing from the sun. "Merry Christmas Eve." You told him softly.

Santi looked at you like he had never before, a shine in his eyes that made the grasp around his arm close tighter. His arm slipped away for it either way just to hug around your waist. Santi pulled you to him, embracing you closer after a quick kiss on the top of your head.

You stayed there for a couple of minutes, absorbing the heat of the sun in silence, with only the murmurs of the rest of the boys breaking the atmosphere of the quiet forest.

"So..." You spoke first, turning your head up to look at Santiago. From the way you were looking at him, the color of your cheeks couldn't be blamed on the cold. "...Are we waiting until New Year's day then?"

Santi smiled like a child on Christmas morning. Of course he wasn't waiting, he couldn't wait a day longer.

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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cozen.

a/n: just realized that the colors of my banners are different on laptop and phone and that pissed me off.

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut, nsfw

warnings: noncon/dubcon, exhibitionism, public sex, thigh riding, squirting, sexual assault, stalking, power abuse

pairing: aizawa x f!reader

summary: where aizawa deliberately takes on the roll as your guardian inside the train, but of course he has other plans.

the worst place to be during the rush hour would be inside a train.

aizawa never bothered to commute because he often walked to work and back home but for you, he was willing to make an exception.

you caught his attention during one of his evening patrols, walking alone in the big city with a short skirt that accentuated your curves and long legs. aizawa discovered the fact that you used the train to get to work daily and with the fact that you were always alone, he knew that you were always put in a vulnerable situation. so, he thought; why not keep an eye on you? maybe his job as a hero could give him a little advantage too.

like a child, he finds himself eager to get on the train. of course, he doesn’t really know which coach you would be standing in but his commute turns out to be so much worth it whenever he does end up standing in the same one as you.

in the morning, you would be there before he gets in and he’s the first one to step off the train in the evening. he assumes that you live somewhere closer to the end of the train’s final stop but he doesn’t know exactly where. so far, he has learned which station you use to wait for the train for your ride home from work.

and today seems to be one of those days where he is lucky enough to see you in the same coach, squeezed between a throng of people. aizawa always noticed the fed up and uncomfortable look on your face as you held on to the bar but it was because of no other than a pervert deliberately rubbing his front on your backside.

he’s sort of mad that you just let it happen, quietly accepting the assault being thrown at you. he can see how your face is contorted into anger and vexation as you try to nudge the man with your elbow and what he assumes as the man muttering half-assed apologies before he starts to blatantly repeat the same shit again.

you look around pleadingly for someone to intervene and your hands are balled into tight fists, ready to swing any moment but you hesitate because you’re afraid of being the one who will end up getting into trouble and especially since you don’t have any concrete evidence that you’re being harassed either.

for a moment, his gaze locks briefly with yours before you turn away, probably to seek for someone else to come to your aid. he knows that almost no heroes ride the train, since they either patrol on the streets or keep watch from up above but he is currently the outlier, and what kind of hero would he be if he just continues to turn a blind eye on this? maybe it’s time for him to steal the opportunity to play hero and finally get an excuse to talk to you after a long time of observing you from the sidelines.

aizawa slowly pushes the people aside to make his way over to your side and takes you by surprise by putting his hand on your shoulder.

“baby, why didn’t you pick up the phone?” he sighs and says a little too loudly so the creep behind you can hear. you look at him perplexingly but he just gives you a silent look that tells you to play along.

“u-uh.. i’m sorry. my phone is on silent.” you try to reply with the same tone. “but i’m glad you found me! thought i’ve lost you.”

the way you inch closer to him doesn’t go unnoticed, especially how your boob is literally pressing on his side. aizawa quickly glances to the man who still seems to be unbothered by the fake acting (not that he can tell) so he spins you around to face him instead.

good lord. maybe he shouldn’t have done that.

now aizawa can clearly see that your tits are squished against his chest through the unbuttoned top of your little white blouse. your gaze strays somewhere else, probably in embarrassment or maybe you don’t mind at all– he can’t tell nor can he think straight right now but he’s here for one purpose and he’s going to honor it.

“how’s work today?” he inquires, turning your head to him with his fingers so it would seem like you both are engaging in a natural conversation between lovers. he is able to see your tired eyes up close but they seem to carry the same soft look he’s so smitten with.

“hard.” he tenses up a little at the possibility of you noticing the erection in his pants but thank god they’re baggy or else the tent would be obvious. “i missed you.”

aizawa’s heart is bursting in his chest but he places on his mask of unfazed expression perfectly. he still has a role to play after all.

he leans down to whisper in your ear yet his eyes bore intimidatingly into the man’s, “i’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. but i promised to take good care of you tonight, remember?”

perhaps that was a bit of an overstate, but hey, it works. now that the man has caught on, he immediately walks off the train as soon as it stops– not even bothering whether it's where he’s supposed to go or not as he tries to run away from the possibility of getting into trouble with another guy.

“you okay?” he steps back and takes a good look at you only to realize how you’re avoiding his gaze to hide your evidently flushed face. how cute. “you don’t look so good.”

“i-i’m fine.” you mutter. “thank you for saving me.”

“no problem. it’s a part of my job. i just happened to be here.” he points out in a blatant lie.

you look at him in surprise as if finally connecting the dots, “wait, are you a hero?”

“uh, i guess– yes, i am.”

it’s the first time you’ve ever seen a hero being vague about his profession– or maybe you just made him feel uncomfortable to admit that he’s one when you, a quirkless citizen should be acknowledging the heroes that are risking their lives to protect the country so they should at least deserve some recognition, him included.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t recognize you and i don’t really keep up with the heroes.” you laugh nervously, afraid of offending the male. though you can’t really tell what he thinks nor can you tell if he even cares from the look on his face but he only observes you silently before his lips turn to a lopsided smile.

he doesn’t take it to heart, of course, but he finds it endearing that you’re trying to make him feel better. aizawa is not one that likes to be in the limelight anyway, so he doesn’t blame you.

the number of people in the train gradually dissipates as the train stops station by station, leaving him and you together with some other few who have taken their seats to doze off. aizawa’s platform has long passed by but he decides to stay with you with intent to know where you actually live.

aizawa doesn’t speak much the whole ride, only answering your questions and listening to you as you talk about your life. he learns that you’re a fresh graduate who just started working in an office and saving up to buy a car so you don’t have to trouble yourself with train rides anymore. he doesn’t know why you entrust him with the fact that you live alone in your apartment, but he’s relieved that you do. maybe it’s easy to trust a hero. man or not.

but his filthy gaze lingers around your body once in a while– blood rushes to his cock when he sees the plush thighs that are exposed from your short skirt as you sit, the two buttons on your blouse that looks like they’re about to pop off from your breasts and the way your puffy lips jut out slightly when you stare out the window to watch the sun slowly disappears below the horizon to make way for the dark sky. the ride would’ve been peaceful if not for the uncomfortable throb inside his pants right now.

and soon enough, you stand up from your seat and grab your bag in preparation to step off from the agonizing ride.

“this is my stop. thank you again, eraser head. it’s nice meeting you!” you beam sweetly before you walk off the train and wave him goodbye as the doors slowly closes between the two of you.

aizawa can’t wait to see you again tomorrow– but now he needs a change of pace. since he doesn’t want to take risk of you finding out that he intentionally missed his platform, he chooses to only ride the train in the evening now.

with his height, aizawa is able to see you looking around as soon as you step into the train with exhaustion written all over your face. however, it’s instantly washed away with an exuberant look when you notice him staring at you from the other side. his heart swells with joy as he watches you push yourself through the crowd with your bag covering your chest protectively.

“found you, eraser!” you chirp as you stand in front of the male.

“oh? so you were looking for me?” he replies coyly, sinking lower into his scarf to keep his burning cheeks out of sight.

you nod eagerly and sigh, “i looked for you this morning too, but i guess you were on a different coach or something.”

“why? you wanted to use me so i’d protect you from perverts?”

“oops. busted.” you laugh.

if that’s the one thing that binds you and him, he doesn’t really mind. aizawa is pleased to know that you’re willing to be around him as much as he does. it then comes to a point where you both promise to be in the same coach in the evening.

it has been over a week since aizawa restrained his lecherous intentions. all of those days he has seen you don that short skirt that seems to hug your ass so well. every weekday evening he gets to glance down over your cleavage when you press yourself closely against him and when you’re not facing him? he can feel that ass just lightly brushing, teasing him when the train shakes and he knows he won’t be able to take it any longer.

what is he waiting for anyway? when this is all what he coveted in the first place? fuck playing the reliable hero.

aizawa doesn’t want to regard himself and the creeps inside the train as equals. he’s different. he’s a hero and because of that, he got you always wanting to stay close to him without him compelling. you’re so sweet to him, so trusting and you never give him the dirty look whenever he places his hand too low on your back.

more people are joining in from different stations so as usual, aizawa quickly pulls you into a corner nearby one of the doors which he knows won’t be opening for people to get in and get out. he only keeps guard by standing behind you as you take in the view of the same buildings and skyline.

“you have no idea how much i’m dying to own a car.” you sigh as you stare outside the glass window unheedingly and completely oblivious to your surroundings.

“yes. you’ve said that a million times.” he carefully inches closer (as much as he can anyway) and bravely takes a whiff of your shampoo that never fails to fill and rouse his senses.

“i’m sorry,” you titter. “you must’ve gotten bored of hearing it.”

“no, i like it.” he whispers audibly in your ear, just enough for both of you to hear.

“i’m gla–” you’re suddenly startled when you feel something hard prodding against your ass. you start to feel uneasy and try to shift away but a pair of hands brazenly grab your breasts, almost making you yelp in surprise.

“shh,” his hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “don’t wanna make a scene.”

your heart instantly drops once you realize the person you trust most, a hero at that, is doing the very same thing he protected you from. you can see the vague reflection ahead– the way his hands are massaging your tits as he litters chaste kisses on the crook of your neck.

you attempt to pry his hands off of you, but he only grabs harder and pushes you closer to the front until your forehead presses against the cold glass.

“aizawa– stop.”

aizawa can hear panic lacing in your voice as you whimper but he simply brushes off your plea, too busy soothing his carnal needs by grinding his hard cock against your ass.

“no. you feel so good.” he nibbles your neck, sucking and biting the supple flesh to leave a bruising mark.

“p-people are gonna see.”

“that’d be really hot.” he hoists up your short skirt to prop his knees between your thighs before one of his hands guides your hip and compels you to grind your pussy against his own thigh.

your eyes lingers around the crowd in the train, in between looking for help and hoping that no one sees what he’s doing to you but everyone’s either immersed in their phones or napping and even when someone does notice you, they just turn away uncomfortably.

“looks like i’m the only hero in this train, kitten.” he says ironically as the hand from your hips snakes in front to rub circles on your clit. “feels good, does it?” he coos as you try to muffle your whines from escaping.

you’re clawing on his wrist in an attempt to make him stop, but the harder you try to, the harder he presses your mound and clit.

aizawa slips two fingers inside your panties, barely biting back a groan once he uncovers you wet beneath his fingers.

“what a surprise.” he chuckles, smearing his fingers with your slick before bringing it up to your mouth. “open up, kitten.”

you purse your lips in retaliation but he easily rubs his thumb on your hardened nipple, causing you to gasp and he quickly shoves his fingers inside your mouth. your tongue wraps around his fingers, sucking and tasting your own flavor as he observes you through the reflection.

“you like how it tastes?” he pulls out his fingers from your mouth with a lewd pop sound before tugging your panties to the side and sliding a digit swiftly inside your cunt. a surprised yelp manages to roll off your tongue from the intrusion but you quickly look down to hide your humiliation and away from the peculiar gazes of others inside the coach.

aizawa hushes you as he thrusts his fingers slowly, savoring the tightness of your walls while also attempting to keep down the squelching noises from your dripping cunt.

“it’s okay. most of them are going to step off soon, then you can be as loud as you want.” he murmurs, holding you close to his body while his other hand continuously rubs your nipple with his thumb to stimulate you even further until your world is reduced to his satisfying ministrations.

as time passes by, more and more people have left the train while a few sleepers still remain. aizawa already has two fingers pumping inside your sopping cunt and your slick is already trickling down your thighs as you try hard to hold in your whines.

“please– i can’t–” your legs have grown weaker and you can only find support by leaning back against his broad chest. your toes are curling inside your heels and your breath has come out shorter and deeper as he keeps on edging you until he thinks it’s safe to fuck you without the presence of other people seeing his unheroic actions.

“you wanna cum, pretty girl?” he finally picks up the pace, causing your body to squirm as you moan breathlessly.

“y-yes– please–”

“you’re really sucking me in.” he groans, dragging and curling his fingers against the spongy walls that makes your thighs tremble as you edge closer to an orgasm. “cum for me.”

your hands are clenching hard on his forearm and you feel the muscles in your stomach tightening with so much intensity. with his finger pressing down on your throbbing bud, you eventually come undone and you bite on his arm to stifle your screams.

“that’s it, princess. just what you need after a long day at work, huh?” he kisses your temple soothingly as you regain composure and struggle to fix your skirt, but he stops you from doing so.

“aizawa..?”

“i had a hard day at work too, you know.” he tugs your panties down to your ankles and picks it up. “i deserve something from you too, right? and i’m not talking about this.” you see him showing your panties through the glass before he shoves it inside his pocket.

aizawa wraps his scarf around your body and drags you to the middle of the coach. the fabric works as a bind around your wrists and ties onto the bar handle on top of your head to keep you restrained and exposed in front of a man that is sleeping in his seat.

“let’s hope he doesn’t wake up soon, hm?” he chuckles and takes his place behind you.

“you’re out of your–!”

you can barely contain your shriek when aizawa suddenly rips off the middle of your blouse that sends the buttons flying across from you and he quickly slips his hands underneath your bra to fondle your breasts.

“careful not to wake him up, princess.” he tweaks your pebbled nipples between his fingers to provoke the slightest sound from you but you press your lips firmly to conceal your mewls. “or else he’s gonna see me fucking your tight cunt.”

aizawa spits on his hand and smears his saliva with your slick, making you shudder from sensitivity before his fingers prod into your hole to give you a few pumps in preparation for his cock.

“i’ve been waiting for this for far too long.” he unzips his pants hastily to free his cock from its confinements and you gulp nervously when you see it in the reflection ahead– already throbbing and fully erected. aizawa lifts one of your legs up and rubs his shaft against your wet, puffy folds before lining his cock with your entrance.

you look down at the man anxiously, praying silently for him to not wake up (or maybe just never at all) to see you with your legs spread in front of his face for god knows how long it’ll be. you bite your lower lip hard when you feel aizawa’s cock sinking inside your cunt, stretching it as he pushes through your walls.

“shit. so fucking tight.” he growls in your ear as he sheathes his cock into you, pushing through your convulsing walls and until he has filled you to the brim. he starts to pound into you slowly and you bite back a moan when you feel the delicious drags of his veiny cock inside you.

his tongue traces the shell of your ear, licking all around the erogenous zone that has you shuddering and clenching down on him even more.

“mmph– you’re milking my cock so well, kitten.” he grunts, flicking your nipple with his free hand before toying with your clit.

“ah– he-he’s gonna wake up.” you pant, tugging your wrists for release as if the way it binds so securely doesn’t tell you enough that it would be impossible.

“then he’s gonna get one hell of a show.” he says nonchalantly before picking up his pace.

the squelching noises begin to fill the quiet air as aizawa continues to fuck you relentlessly. your slick is dripping down to his balls and your thighs, pooling underneath you and you can feel that you’re close to reaching another orgasm.

as your state has become more delirious, the man in front of you suddenly grunts in his sleep and a cold rush of fear instantly creeps down your spine. yet, aizawa doesn’t seem bothered when he remains to be balls deep inside you.

“i think you’re getting off on this, princess.” he says between breaths, rutting into you harder when he feels how hard you’re clamping around his cock.

“b-but– i’m gonna cum–” you whine, body squirming as you ground yourself to not cum.

your pussy is spread wide open in front of the man when aizawa easily lifts up your other leg. your heels have fallen under you and now you’re just practically hanging in mid air with his scarf and hands supporting your body. he angles deeper inside your cunny and your head throws back onto his shoulder when you feel the tip brushing against your cervix.

“then, cum.” it’s baffling how he manages to make it sound simple, not having a care in the world as if his reputation isn’t in the line right now. “look at me.”

you shyly turn your head to meet his heavy lidded eyes before he crashes his lips onto yours. you drown into his fervor kiss while the pressure continues to build in your lower stomach turns more intense and unbearable. at this point, you think it’s best to just swallow your humiliation.

“let it go.” he whispers against your lips and locks his gaze with your wavering eyes.

“f-fuck– cumming–!” you instantly draw in for a deep kiss to make him swallow your moans as you finally let yourself come undone. it feels oddly relieving in a sense that has your mind turned to mush, together with the feeling of an insurmountable high. the moment your eyes flutter open again, you realize that there are questionable droplets of water staining the glass window in front of you.

“you’re a little exhibitionist, aren’t you?” he mocks, yet proud and even more aroused that he managed to make you squirt in a public transport. “he might need to clean up.”

your eyes trail down to the man in front of you to see some amount of your own arousal trickling down on his poor face. you're so dazed with pleasure that you don’t even bother to care anymore and you just let aizawa fucks you through your high before his cock begins to twitch inside your pussy.

“be a good girl and take all my cum.” his pace soon falters and he holds you still before releasing a thick load inside your cunt. after he has emptied out, aizawa leans in the crook of your neck to catch his breath before removing his cock and putting you down gently.

“that was fucking good.” he sighs gratifyingly as he pulls his pants back up. aizawa unties your restraints and your legs wobble once they touch the ground, but he quickly catches you in his arms to keep you from falling to the floor. as if on cue, the train finally comes to a halt.

“oh, we’re here.” he picks up your shoes and bag before pulling you closer to him to stand in front of the automatic door. “do you need me to carry you or something?”

you look at him confusingly, then to the small map above your head; you’re at least two stops away from your station and three from his. “but this isn’t our stop.”

“well, this one has always been mine.”

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linasofia · 2 years

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A Piece of Heaven

Fandom: The Man from Rome

Relationship: Father Lorenzo Quart x Female reader

Summary: Sensing you're troubled by the weight of your secret relationship and its limitations, Father Quart has a suggestion that will allow you to enjoy the everyday freedom other couples take for granted. The question is: do you dare to take this risk?

Words: 4,8K

Warnings: ⚠️ Please don’t read this if the thought of a priest breaking his vow of celibacy might offend you. Smut & unprotected intercourse. And a certain sweater.

A/N: This is my third fic about Father Quart. You can read the previous fics here. This fic doesn’t follow book canon.

@laurfilijames & @lathalea Thanks for your valuable feedback and endless support. A special thanks to @legolasbadass for finding the poem recited in this fic.

His chest heaves under my hand as I place it over his sweaty skin. Under the firm muscles I feel his heart beating fast, echoing my own. I give his shoulder a wet kiss and taste the saltiness on his skin. Still panting, I rest my head on the rumpled pillow. He turns and comes to rest on his side, facing me, and tucks his arm under his head. With the gentle touch of his fingers he trails my skin from the outer line of my breast, over my ribs and lets his hand rest on my stomach.

”You might as well be the death of me, you know that, don’t you?” His face is so close to mine I can feel his breath when he speaks.

”I think you’ll live,” I answer teasingly. ”In fact, I hope you do.”

”And why is that?” His hand abandons my warm skin and cups my chin. A tender kiss dances over my slightly bruised lips.

”I happen to like you, Lorenzo.” A small chuckle escapes me when he manages to look genuinely surprised.

”I would never have guessed,” he murmurs and seals his statement with a kiss that makes the dizziness in my head even more intense.

Gently, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. His embrace is warm and like so many times before I wonder how long this is going to last. We have been living in a dream for several months now, ignoring the reality beyond his front door and hiding from other people's condemning stares. Not to mention the devastation that would follow if our relationship, or whatever this is, became known to the church. Nobody can know, not even my own mother. And in a way that breaks my heart. She is slightly neurotic and constantly worried about my happiness. Laying this secret on her already fragile shoulders is something I can’t do.

I always leave his apartment early in the morning, if I stay the night,Which I do as often as I can. It feels like I’m very carefully treading on thin ice, with ominous cracks around me that I choose to ignore, just to be held closely by him during the dark winter nights. We are taking a huge risk by seeing each other, but after all the misery and heartache I’ve been through he is my guiding light, my heart's safe haven and my body's liberator. I have never felt like this before. Ever. And the feeling both thrills and scares me, mixing in a highly addictive cocktail that makes my thoughts bright as the sun itself but also dark as the deepest cave. I’m so scared of losing what we have and as I lay in his arms, breathing in his musky post-sex scent, tears sting in my eyes. As if he could sense the emotional battle I’m fighting, he holds me tighter to his body. The still intense heat of his torso works wonders and some of the pain in my heart vanishes.

”What’s on your mind?” he murmurs against my hair. I know I’m being selfish when the dark thoughts try to drain me, especially when I’m alone at night in my own bed. I sigh.

”Nothing special,” I answer him evasively.

”Don’t lie to me.” His voice holds a scolding tone and when I shut my eyes tightly and hug him back, the image of him dressed in a long sleeve black shirt with the white collar securely in place appears before my eyes. ”I’m holding you close. I could feel how your whole body froze. Besides…”

He loosens his grip around my back and tilts my chin with his fingers, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

”I can hear it in your voice.” He studies me for a few seconds. ”And now I see it in your eyes.”

I close my eyes in an attempt to calm myself, but he interprets it differently.

”Hey,” his voice becomes softer. ”Don’t shut me out. Talk to me.”

”It’s hard.” Words fail me and a silent sob shakes my body.

”Try.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead and when his lips leave my skin, it’s like a small dam breaks inside me.

”Sometimes I just wish we didn’t have to keep… this… a secret. I wish we could go for a walk together. Or buy groceries at the supermarket. I know we can’t, and I accept that. I’m not saying this with the intention of pushing you, it’s just… it’s how it is.” I hesitate, not fully sure if it’s a good idea to say what I’m thinking of more. ”And I wish I could tell my mother that I’ve met someone. Someone who makes me happy.”

”Are you happy?”

When I don’t immediately respond, he adds, ”I know this is a terribly complicated situation for both of us, but for different reasons. Do I really make you happy?”

My heart stings when I hear his words. The tension behind the question is undeniable.

”Yes,” I breathe. ”I am happy when I’m with you.”

Silence spreads over his bedroom like a comforting blanket and the city’s lights and noise seem to fade. Even the silhouette of the Cathedral’s ever watching towers seems less judging.

”You make me happy too.” His warm words manage to nestle theirway into my aching chest and soothe my racing heart. He cups my chin and places his soft lips on mine, gentle first, but as I kiss him back, he hungrily demands more and lets his tongue seek mine in a sensual dance that makes me temporarily forget all the things I just have said. When I break the kiss he looks me seriously in the eyes.

”I’ve been thinking,” he says tentatively. ”I don’t know if it’s even possible, for either of us, but I would love to try.” I’m filled with anticipation just by the sparkling excitement in his eyes.

”What do you mean?”

”What if we could go away somewhere, like an extended weekend or so. To a place where no one knows us and we can be less… careful all the time. Would you like something like that?”

My heart skips a beat and I beam at him. ”I think it’s a wonderful idea. I’m sure I can get some time off, but can you? I mean… I’ve never thought about it, but you work six days a week. Are you allowed?”

”Yes,” he says with a small chuckle. ”Even in my profession we need time to recover. Of course I’m allowed to have time off and go on vacation, just like you. I just need someone to cover for me, but that is usually not a problem.”

“I hope we can do it soon. And even if we don’t, the fact that you asked me means more to me than you might think.” I swallow the emotional lump in my throat, threatening to make me cry.

“It’s very late. Let’s not make plans right now. We both need to sleep.” I can hear the happiness in his voice as he comforts me. Wrapped in his arms, my body finally relaxes and when he peppers my forehead with soft kisses, I close my eyes and let myself drift into a restful sleep.

Four weeks later, I feel almost like a criminal on the run, trying to act normal and blend in at the airport. We sit on opposite sides of the gate, doing our best to ignore each other, pretending we don’t know each other. It’s all part of the agreement. Separately we can explain our presence at the airport, but together? Much harder. But we could not resist the temptation of sitting next to each other for the almost two hours long flight, so we picked seats far in the back as we checked in online.

After Lorenzo pulls off his coat, he neatly folds it and tucks it away in the overhead locker right above our seats. The hem of his creamy white sweater rises to reveal just an inch of skin above his jeans, but enough to make me gasp, and when he takes a seat next to me, I lean in and whisper, ”That sweater looks almost illegally good on you.”

As the announcement for 'boarding completed' is heard over the speakers, we discover that we are the only passengers on this row. Happily, I slip my hand into his. We have a chance to steal this moment, behave like a normal couple and he gives my hand a gentle squeeze.

We arrive atour carefully selected destination, and from the sky it looks like an endless white wilderness. As the plane goes down for landing I’m offered a stunning view of deep forests, covered in snow, and several large open areas that I can only assume are frozen lakes. It looks like a postcard, fluffy, inviting…and cold. There's definitely more snow here than back home.

The older man with a weather-worn face at the rental car desk smiles warmly when he hands over the paperwork for Lorenzo to sign. Then he puts the keys on the desk and explains the way to the garage. When we are done, he wishes us a great stay and addresses Lorenzo politely as Mr. Quart. I bite my lip in an attempt to prevent the giggle slipping from me as it hits me how strange it is to hear someone use the less formal title. Back home, he’s known as Father Quart, nothing else. He shoots me a sideways glance and places his hand at the small of my back as a silent reminder. The small gesture is so fleeting but it means the world to me.

As we find our way out of the garage and the monotone voice of the GPS helpfully guides us to the main road, I study him shamelessly. Behind the wheel of the large SUV, with stylish and no doubt expensive sunglasses and the casual outfit that makes my mouth go dry, he looks like he comes directly from a photoshoot for a magazine. A smirk forms in the corner of his mouth and he casts a glance at me.

”What is it?”

”You are way too good-looking to be a priest,” I sigh honestly.

He bursts out in a contagious laughter and I can’t resist joining him. It’s liberating after all the tension to get to this point.

”You know, you’re actually not the first one to tell me that.”

A sting of jealousy shoots through my heart before I can react and I abruptly stop laughing. He glances at me again.

”The archbishop once said almost the exact words to me. He also told me that if a priest can keep women out of his bed until he’s fifty, then the chances to save his soul increase enormously.”

”Did he really say that?” I look at him, shocked and full of doubt.

”Yes,” he answers and smiles as he sees the look on my face. ”I think he meant that after fifty no woman would find me attractive enough.” His hand lands softly on my thigh and caresses it gently. ”If I hadn’t met you, I would have made it.” No hesitation lingers in his voice. No regrets. Still, the nervous knot that never really rests now stirs and silently seeks my attention like an unwelcome visitor that shows up way too late at your doorstep. I look out over the snowy landscape that passes outside my window and with a deep sigh and as steady as my hand can be I place it over his warm fingers that are still caressing my thigh. This is our vacation. Together. I will not let my stupid mind ruin any of it.

I turn to him again and say in what I hope sounds both honest and playful at the same time, ”I’m sorry if I have ruined your chances for salvation.”

”You know what?” That special softness that reminds me of velvet against my skin and always makes my heart flip fills his voice again. ”I want it just as much as you do. It’s not as if you forced yourself upon me. It was very much mutual.”

”It makes me happy to hear you say that. Sometimes I think about what people would say about me if they knew. They would for sure blame me for seducing you. A man with your status can not do anything wrong, according to many people.”

He doesn’t respond to that, but he doesn’t have to. We both know I’m right; the evil seductress always gets the blame. I turn my attention to the large touch screen placed between us and I swipe until I find some good old rock classics, perfect for driving and when I see Lorenzo picking up the beat and drums at the tight leather wheel with his thumbs, I smile. It’s a blessing to see him carefree like this and it warms my heart enormously. Our GPS shows an estimated time of a little over an hour until we reach our cabin and we continue our journey in silence. The low sound of the engine and the now warm leather seat makes me drowsy and at some point I must have fallen asleep because I wake confused by Lorenzo’s low voice against my ear. He places a small kiss on my chin and chuckles.

”Am I that boring to travel with?” He grins when I shake my head a little.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. If you need rest, then rest. It feels good to know that you can relax when I drive. I take it as a sign that you felt safe rather than exhausted. Come, let’s see what it is that we have rented.”

When I step outside the car, I fill my lungs with the cold and crispy air. White smoke seeps from my nose when I breathe and the snow makes a lovely crunching sound under my winter boots as we walk along the shoveled path to the cabin. Surrounded by a few sturdy trees, it rests on the slope of a mountain, overlooking a small lake where the water sleeps under a thick layer of ice and to frame the picture, the pale winter sun shines over us and it all makes my heart sing with happiness. Lorenzo enters the code to the door lock, and after a few seconds, we stand in the warm hallway.

The cabin is the very essence of coziness. Even if decorated in a vintage style, the furnishings are new. It’s a perfect combination of old and modern with an open space and I can’t really tell where the kitchen ends and the living room starts but against one of the walls sits a large fireplace. A pile of wood rests in a basket next to it and I sigh longingly as I picture it lit.

“We really should get the luggage inside and then drive down to the store we passed on the way.” He wraps his arms around me and smiles and in his eyes a teasing light flickers. “Not that you would know anything about that.”

I give him a kiss and smile, “No I don't. And I have a feeling you’ll keep reminding me about it.”

An hour later, the counter is filled with supplies from the local store and while Lorenzo lights the fire I put away all the food. How much did we actually get? I giggle to myself as I realize we probably could feed a family of four with all this. When the counter is empty I watch Lorenzo as he sits down on the large sofa.

”Would you like something?”

”You mean besides you, right here next to me?” He pats the sofa and gives me that inviting smile I never will be able to resist. ”How about that hot cocoa you promised me at the store? Family recipe and all that?”

His suggestion sounds perfect to me. It’s been years since I’ve made it.

”Coming right up. Both me and the cocoa. Just give me a few minutes.” I turn my attention to the task of creating mind blowing cocoa for that gorgeous man on the couch. When I’m waiting for the milk to heat up my gaze is drawn to him like so many times before. He seems absorbed by something on his phone, deeply focusing with a small frown. Steam rises from the two large mugs when I place them on the small table in front of the sofa and I sink down next to him. He puts down the phone and eagerly smells the cocoa.

”I love it already!”

”Did you read something special? You looked absolutely captivated.”

”Yes, I read an interesting article about internet security and hacking of large, well-known organizations.” Not really the answer I was expecting and it must have shown on my face. He smirks. ”What?”

”Nothing. You just surprised me I guess.” I offer him an apologetic smile and he gives out a soft laugh.

”I seem to do that a lot. Sometimes I wonder if you think I live under a rock. You’ve seen my home, it can’t come as a surprise I’m into tech.”

”Did you finish the article?”

”No. I can do that later. It’s not that important.” He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. ”I need you more than anything. And this.” He reaches for his cup and I watch him gently blow on the cocoa before he takes a sip. A humming approval follows and I take my mug, bring it to my lips and carefully taste it.

”This is so good.” His tongue wipes his upper lip clean from the whipped cream that accidently was left and I can’t resist placing a soft kiss on his lips.

”Read it to me.” A sudden, slightly egoistic idea appears in my brain and is out of my mouth before I know it.

”What?” he says with a frown that mirrors the doubt in his eyes. I turn on the sofa, pull up my feet and snuggle up against his warm chest.

”Please,” I beg. ”Read for me. Anything really. That article if you like or anything else.” I place my hand over his heart, his creamy white sweater soft against my palm and I breathe in the scent of him. He smells of that earthy shower cream he loves, the one I borrowed after the first night I slept in his bed and used to wash away the evidence of our lust-filled night.

”If that is what you want, then I’ll read you something. But I think poetry is more suitable for this.” He reaches for his phone. ”I read something, not long after the first time we were at my place…together.”

His voice falters ever so slightly at the memory. ”Back then it made me think of you. I haven’t really thought about it since. Let me see if I can find it.”

As he searches his phone, I watch the flames licking the wood and slowly consume it. The cracking sound of burning wood is the only sound that can be heard, so very different from the noise of the city that rarely sleeps. It’s so peaceful and I feel truly blessed being here with him.

”Here it is,” he suddenly says and I curiously turn my attention back to him again. With his free hand he gently strokes my hair, bends down to kiss my forehead and clears his throat.

”Like I said, this made me think of you,” he murmurs and I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or to himself at this point. ”It’s written by Pablo Neruda.” When he starts to read his voice drops to the dark seductive register that makes my senses tense in anticipation.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

He buries his nose in my hair, and I can feel him taking a deep breath, humming against the roots and affectionately grabbing my locks.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

His hand travels over my back, setting my skin on fire not only with his words but with the eagerness in his touch, and he pulls a harsh gasp from me as he digs his fingertips into my flesh.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

With his hand pressed firmly against my back I feel the undeniable heat assault my core as he continues.

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

The last sentence is no more than a purr against the skin on my face and his lips vibrate against me as he speaks.

”You make me very hungry.” He drops the phone on the floor and cups my chin firmly. Then his lips meet mine and the mouth which just read such a beautiful and seductive poem now demands my full attention as his skillful tongue delves into my mouth for a heated kiss. I taste the cocoa on his lips and the eagerness and heat in his movements floors me. When he breaks the kiss, I pant longingly against him.

”I love your voice, Lorenzo. I always have, from the first time I heard you performing mass. I can listen to you forever.” I feel slightly embarrassed to confess my fascination with his enchanting voice that I’ve heard so many times, but in my heart I know it’s true.

”Is that so?” he groans and gently pulls my lip between his teeth.

”Yes.” My answer seems to darken his eyes and even though I’ve seen it before, it never fails to ignite my burning desire for him. I sit up and determinedly grab the hem of his soft sweater and pull it over his head.

”Even if I love you in this, you look even more glorious without it.” In the warm light from the fire his skin seems almost like amber. The soft hair tickles my fingertips as I trace the firm shape of his pecs. Soon his hands caress my heated skin, my own sweater joining his, carelessly discarded on the floor. My bra disappears in the same direction and I feel the heat licking my skin as his eyes roam my body.

”I can never get enough of you,” he murmurs huskily before he adjusts me so I can fall backwards on the soft pillows with his body covering mine. A restrained moan escapes my chest when he uses his weight to capture me underneath him. Instead of returning to my mouth, he pauses and watches me intensely. Trapped under him, I helplessly stare into the depths of his eyes, panting with excitement. He bends down and kisses the sensitive parts on my neck, slowly moving lower to cover the skin over my collarbone with a pattern of wet kisses. I moan and run my hand over his hair, feeling the shortly cut hair on his neck. The stubble on his jaw scratches my skin as he kisses his way down my chest and when his lips reach my breast I arch my back in an attempt to get him to grace my skin with more contact. Recognizing my needy movement he lets one of his hands glide over my ribs and then gently, finally, cups my other breast. His thumb teasingly brushes over my nipple, sending a shiver over my skin, and it stiffens instantly under his touch.

”Your body is so incredibly receptive,” he murmurs against my skin. The tip of his tongue flicks repeatedly over my hard little peak and when he catches it between his teeth I whimper loudly. He lets out a throaty groan, continues his treatment and soon he has me trembling with want under him. Heat floats between my thighs like a stream of molten gold and I try to grind against him to ease the pressure.

”Lorenzo please, have mercy.”

My words seem to fuel his arousal and now he’s eager to undress the lower parts of my body. As he pulls the remaining piece of fabric off me his eyes gleam in the dim light, like on a predator searching the river banks for its prey. Then he unbuttons his own jeans and I heave myself on my elbows to catch a glimpse of him, but he instantly pins me down against the rough surface of the sofa.

”You’re not going anywhere, my dear. I want you like this.” The raspy sound in his voice causes my heart to race mercilessly. With a demanding lock in his burning gaze he lowers himself over me and the silky skin of his member rubs teasingly against me.

I feel my own arousal, hot and slick, when I spread my thighs wider, inviting him even closer to me. Lust bubbles in my veins but he seems determined to drive me insane as he lets his tongue dance over the sensitive skin on my throat and side of my neck. He stops right under my ear and his restrained breathing makes me dizzy with want.

His voice is hoarse when he murmurs possessively, “Do you have any idea what it does to me, feeling your rushing pulse like this?” He presses his lips and tongue against me again and gently trails the skin on the opposite side of my neck with his long fingers. His weight on me makes it harder to breathe but I can’t get enough so I tighten my grip around him and let my fingers dig into the hard muscles of his back. He hums approvingly and makes a small movement with his hips, pulling a desperate moan from me.

“Please, I need you.”

“I know you do. But not yet.” Purposefully he presses himself against me and I hold my breath in anticipation. He is right where I want him, he just needs to push a little and my slickness would guide him to my body’s flaming core. But instead he keeps teasing me with his thick top and all I can focus on is the heat pooling inside me and the cure for my approaching insanity, just beyond reach.

“Oh Lord,” I whisper as he gently grazes his teeth against my neck and leaves the skin slightly sore. Something shifts in him and I feel his body tense for a few seconds. Then he forcefully enters me with a threatening groan.

“I can’t have you whispering His name. Your pleasure belongs to me and I don’t share.” My throaty cry is all I can give him as an answer when he stretches me in the most heavenly way. He rests his hands on either side of my shoulders, and shivering with excitement, I meet his blazing gaze.

“You are my good girl, remember that.” The tone is stern, but in the corners of his mouth I see traces of a smile he can’t really hide. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down to kiss the lips that more times than I can count have driven me mad. His claim on my body is merciless.

The heat from the fire and the raw passion we share blend together and fuel the undeniable feeling building in my core. Blindly, I chase my blissful release as Lorenzo slams his hips against mine and buries himself deep inside with every thrust. The sound of our bodies' mutual eagerness fills the room and the liberating knowledge we share about the cabin’s remote location makes us both more verbally daring. When he rasps my name with a feverish expression in his eyes, I know he’s just as close as I am. I can hear it in his heavy breathing and I feel it in the desperate intensity of his movement, which is the push I need to finally clasp around him with a flood of incoherent praise and with only a few more thrusts he follows me over the edge. Stars explode before my eyes and the relief echoes through my body and leaves me drained under his overheated form. Still panting, his lips seek mine to seal the emotions reflected in his beautiful eyes.

”You mean so much to me,” he sighs as he breaks the kiss. ”And now I really need a shower,” he then says with a grin and affectionately caresses my hair.

”Make it a cold one and I’ll join you.” I smile back at him and let my hands glide over his sweaty shoulders.

As the cool water pours down my back, he pulls me close and covers my lips with his and to the sound of the water splashing around me I lose myself in his kiss. My heart thrums happily.

This is your piece of heaven.

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volleychumps · 4 years

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Requesting cheating angst with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Akaashi, and Atsumu? Rip my heart apart please😌😌♥️

oH SHIT let’s do a remix on the fluff for this one post, everybody- I’m in an angsty mood so uh, eskettit :( I couldn’t make it past Akaashi’s scenario and I had so many breaks, so proceed at your own risk, everyone!

Turn and Keep Going. (Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Akaashi) - angst -

TW: CHEATING, CURSING, ANGST- no fr I ugly cried and I wrote it

Kuroo

“Y/N. Where do you keep the extra towels again?”

You didn’t mean to see it. In fact, if you had the choice on whether or not you did-

you would have chosen not to.

The phone in your hand became tightened in an iron-clad grip as a chuckle with a nervous tinge to it slipped Kuroo’s mouth, and the world seemed to drown out for a moment. As if the world around you submerged into the water of the sea, where everything you could hear was jumbled as a strange heat flooded your vision, choking your lungs with the salt of the ocean.

“Y/N?” The garbled voice was questioning now as your eyes stayed glued to the screen, of the naked set of breasts and invites, even worse-

the accepting replies.

That was all it took for you to flinch away from the hand that Kuroo had carefully set on your back hunched over the device, the towel he had been using to dry off his hair falling to the floor in a heap of material as the raven-haired boy finally entered your bedroom from his post-practice shower.

Still, the phone remained tightened in your hand so tight to the point where your knuckles were turning white.

“Why are you going through my phone?” The accusatory edge to Kuroo’s voice had risen, and so did you to your feet, the device hitting the floor next to the towel as you fight to keep your head afloat.

“How long?” Your voice cracked, no matter how hard you fought the breaking feeling spreading across your chest as Kuroo seemed to still completely, and you didn’t need to look at him fully in the face to know how utterly guilty he looked.

“W-What do you-?”

“Don’t.” Your voice was soft, refusing to meet the captain’s eyes now, not knowing just who was standing in your room.

Not knowing just who was the man now holding your face in his hands, urging you to look at him with his own flood falling on his cheeks as his words remained garbled. Still, you let him.

“Baby. Kitten-fuck. I don’t know what you think you saw, but I love you! I wasn’t completely there when I-”

“Fucked her?” Your voice hadn’t risen, eyes glazed over in a haze as Kuroo’s voice hitched.

“No. Nononono- Y/N, kitten-”

“T-Tetsurou?” The name felt foreign on your tongue as your head finally rose to meet his, willing everything inside you to hold it back as Kuroo held you tighter, as if his arms would salvage what was falling apart.

“Get out.”

“Y/N. Please.” His voice fell to a whisper-

and the dam broke.

“I SAID GET THE HELL OUT.” You screamed, falling to your knees as your arms wrapped around yourself, knowing you were all you had in the world at the moment. You saw his legs approach you, before hesitating and turning the other way, clenched fists creating bloody marks in his hands from his fingernails as he complied.

“And Tetsurou.” You spat just as his legs stall in the doorway, watching as Kuroo’s feral and playful eyes that once painted every edge of your universe seemed to be fighting to remain stable. The captain heard those words, and couldn’t fight the sobs beginning to wreck his body as the voice he loved echoed in his ears with parting words-

Your voice didn’t crack this time.

“Don’t come back.”

Iwaizumi

“She’s a nobody.”

You jump at the sound of the voice, humorless chuckle slipping your lips as Iwa steps to your side, dark eyes looking tired and void of any light that might had once lit up his dark irises. You look out at the landscape, still looking straight forward as the ace settles next to you, hanging his forearm across his bent knee.

“How did you find me?”

“It’s been two years. I know you, Y/N.” Iwaizumi’s eyes bore into your side profile, and more sarcastic giggles make their way past your lips as you hug your knees to your chest, jabbing him where it hurts.

“Funny. I really thought I knew you, Hajime-”

“Don’t you start with that shit.”

You lazily finally meet Iwa’s eyes, causing the ace to feel the lump growing in his throat at the amount of light drained from the look of them, mirroring his own. Iwa moistens his lips, trying to get his head back on track as the heat tinges at the sides of his eyes.

“We love each other, don’t we?”

“Yeah. We did.”

Iwa flinches at the past-tense term, feeling his breathing hollow out at the sound of it.

“We must’ve at some point, right?” All cried-out, you watch the sun seem to slowly sink into the horizon in a mix of color as your eyes soak in its’ prettiness, as if the light from the sun would somehow bring the gleam back to your eyes-

but every time you closed them, all you saw was Iwaizumi fiercely kissing another girl in the passenger seat of her car, fist clenched in her hair as he kissed her with anger from the fight he had with you-

“You do. You love me.” The denial sunk in as you laugh. And you laugh some more as if that were the most idiotic thing in the world. “And I love you, Y/N- princess, we can make this work and get through this-!”

“I don’t want to, though.” You cut him off, drawing circles in the dirt as you remember the nights teasing Iwa for showing too little emotion- not knowing that the most you would get out of him would be after he stuck his tongue down another girl’s throat.

“Don’t you get that?” You shake your head, smiling as if you can’t believe it, shoving Iwa’s attempt of holding you off of you as you raise to your feet, soaking in the colors as they fade to a more dark color palate.

“I don’t give a fuck about some nobody, don’t you get that?!” Iwa’s on his feet now too, and you finally begin to crack as you look out to the horizon, a familiar heat flooding your vision as you smile.

“Hey, Hajime.” You ignore his cry, prompting the dark-haired boy to look in the same direction you were. “This is where it all started, didn’t it? Where you kissed me, and promised that you would always protect me, right?”

Iwa’s own eyes brim with frustration as the stinging heat from earlier takes over, feeling the mix of regret and heartbreak begin to settle in as you turn and give him a smile. No sarcastic intention behind it as you close your eyes, Iwa’s eyes widening at the sight of something he’d never get to see again.

“I guess you really don’t know me, after all.” You smile to the point where its’ painful, spinning on your heel. “I came because I knew you’d find me, not to fix whatever this is, but-”

You’re turned around now, the sun fading into night as you will your legs to keep walking.

“To say goodbye to you, Hajime.”

And so, the dark-haired ace watched as you walked off into the distance and out of his life for a problem he created, yells of frustration enclosed in his throat and the need to punch something ever-so prevalent-

as the sky above now swirled with dark pigment.

Akaashi

“Don’t. Don’t go, please.”

“Keiji, let go.” You tug your arm in an attempt to make the messy-haired boy release you, trembling when he pulls you into his chest, burying his head in your neck as the hot tears hit your skin, prompting you to bite your lip and fight the urge to hold him back as your own eyes burn. If he wouldn’t let you go, then-

You can’t help the vicious words from slipping. “She’s waiting, you should go to her, shouldn’t you?”

“Stop. D-Don’t say that-”

“Am I wrong?” Your voice remains stable to your surprise, causing Akaashi to tighten his hold on you even more. “The girl who came out after you in your shower...who is she?”

“No one! No one, Y/N, you were so far for so long, and-”

“And what?” You question emotionlessly. “You have needs? You were lonely? Cut the bullshit.”

“Do you know what it’s been like?” Akaashi’s voice is soft with an angry edge as he pulls back, still holding you in his arms as if to keep you there for an eternity, and for a minute, time does stop-

and you soak in the reality. Life tore you two apart, distanced yet together, far away yet still part of the same relationship. The blue-eyed boy would never be able to rewind the clock and keep you as his no matter what life hurled-

“Let go.”

“Fuck if I do.”

Your strong exterior begins to crumble as Akaashi watches with now widened eyes as the viciousness drains only to be replaced with sorrow, relief filling his heart when you hold him back just as tightly, your chin resting on his shoulder as your grateful he won’t be able to see what kind of expression crosses your features.

“Keiji.” You whisper almost child-like, causing Akaashi’s heart to swell with hope until the next words make his heart stop.

“Eat healthy, will you? I know Bokuto likes to drag you around to all these places, but too much ramen isn’t good for you-”

“Y/N?”

“And please, for god sakes, make sure you remember to pick up your suit from the laundromat on Thursdays, I know you’re presentations are usually on Fridays-”

“Y/N.”

“Oh, and don’t forget- you always make it a point to drop by Konoha’s for a guy night on the fourth of every month, so don’t drink too much because it gives you a massive migraine in the middle of the night-”

“Y/N!”

“And Keiji?” You pull back, corners of your mouth pulled back as you cup his face gently, leaning your forehead against his as Akaashi Keiji freezes in shock as the love of his life, his future, his world-

Smiles a wordless goodbye, capturing his lips as Akaashi wonders how to turn the hands of time, forcing the laws of nature to bend for his selfish desires as his arms slacken-

“Be happy.” You whisper, retracting your arms and hands before stepping out of his now weak grip, brushing past him with a finality in your steps as time refuses to stop, Akaashi fighting every instinct on forcing you to stay with him-

letting you go as the hands of time continue to move along with your steps away from him, the setter lifting a hand to his mouth before he falls to his knees and looks up to the sky-

wishing he had more hours, minutes, and seconds to see that smile for just a bit longer.

“Yeah. You do the same, love.”

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