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loubouskz · 2 years

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I'm used to it

mafia!bang chan x vet!reader

description: you come home to see your best friend and roommate, felix, is not home yet. not unusual...til it hit 4am. your worries were answered when you heard banging coming from the front door. only open the door and have a lot change in a short amount of time.

warnings: mafia!skz, two gun fight scenes(one major & one minor), reader has and anxiety attack & passes out, wound & blood to one character, pet names(mainly sweeheart), smut, unprotected sex, oral(fem & male receiving), shower sex, out in the open during oral so slight exhibition, dirty talk

wc: 6,000+

a/n: i forgot i had this in my google docs. I finished writing this month's ago and remember thinking it wasn't that good. reading it back now, I think it's pretty good, plus it's the first fanfic that has 6,000 words. but this was my first time trying to write gun/mafia...those kind of things so it may not be so good in those areas.

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coming home to an empty apartment was a common occurrence due to lee felix, my best friend and roommate, having a busy schedule at work. I too, have a busy schedule that makes me come home from 11pm to 1am, depending on what’s happening. today I came home at 12am, exhausted from working with animals all day. but this time it was strange, he didn’t text me like he usually does so I don’t worry myself out. I just thought to myself, ‘he most likely just got caught up and forgot to text.’ it happens every now and then, but it was very rare. I changed out of my nurse clothes and put on my favorite hoodie and sweats. I grabbed a snack from the kitchen and watched a random movie that was on tv.

by the time it was over with an empty bowl next to me, it was pitch black and almost 4am. I opened my phone, hoping to see a text from him. nothing. he’s never been out this late before. I quickly being to dial his number and brought it up to my ear. hearing it ring, over and over and over again, but no answer. “come on, lix. answer the phone.” I said, trying it again. still no answer. I got up from the couch and pacing back and forth. it’s not like him to just let the phone ring, he’ll either send it to voicemail or send an automatic message that he can’t talk right now..

I tried to call felix for a 3rd time, by now the clock was reading 4:23am. I would go to his work to check on him, but we share the car, since we live so close to where I work- so I walk. bang chan, the man who is a one mean workaholic. I’ve met him a few times, along with some of felix’s other co-workers. he has a cold exterior, but warms up to certain people, especially the boys that work for him. I just think his a dick, making all of them work such long godforsaken hours. a really good looking, attractive dick. him and I only got along because of felix making us. sometimes I wish I could just smack him.

I shook my head as I remembered I had his number. ‘for real emergencies only, do not call me to talk. okay sweetheart.’ I heard his voice ring in my head. I rolled my eyes and hesitantly clicked the call button, hoping he would answer. it went straight to voicemail. “what the fuck!” I said, trying not to yell too loudly as the walls of my apartment are VERY thin. I tried felix once more, before going to my room. still no answer. I let out a frustrated sigh, trying to calm myself down. maybe I could walk to his job. yeah right, its on the other side of the fucking town. that would take all day to get there. I sat on my bed and tried to call felix for the nth time, but pounding from the front door stopped me. I shot up and ran to the door, hoping it when felix.

I opened the door to a horror scene you’d see in the movies. there was felix, looking half dead, bleeding from his side with his arm slung around chan, who was covered in blood as well but seemed fine. chan had a sheer look of pain on his face as he pushed his way through me into my apartment. I backed up, not saying anything out of pure shock.

“close the goddamn door, y/n!” chan yelled as he headed to felix’s bedroom. I jumped at his voice and closed the door quickly. I ran to them and stopped in the doorway of the bedroom, watching chan remove felix’s bedsheets then felix’s shirt. chan laid felix on the bed and turned to me. “don’t you have a med kit here, go get it.” chan demanded. I went to the bathroom closet and pulled out the med kit and ran back to chan. I entered the room and went over to felix, seeing the nasty open wound up close. “what happened to him?” I asked, looking at chan.

“not the time! just patch him up fast, we have to go!" chan said, pulling out a gun from his waistband. my eyes widened, flicking back and forth from him and the gun. “chris, he needs a doctor!” I said, raising my voice at him as he tried to leave the room. he stopped in the doorway, gave me a death look for saying his other name. "do not call me that right now y/n, I’m serious. you know how to stitch right?" he said all in a hushed voice. "yeah! on animals, i'm a vet!" I said back at him.

"just hurry, stitch and patch him up! we don't have much time right now!" chan said as he exited the room. I looked down at felix and pushed his hair out of his face. “lix, did he do this to you?” i asked quietly. he shook his head, “no, he didn’t. I promise. but right now, just listen to what he says okay?” he said weakly. I nodded my head as I opened the med kit and grabbing the gloves to put on. hopefully it won’t be to much different stitching up, I prayed. I began to work on felix as quickly and carefully as I could. “I’m gonna be okay y/n. it won’t be the first time.” felix laughed out, before coughing at bit. “shh, just stay silent for now lix.” I said, looking into his eyes for a brief moment.

chan entered the door again along with someone new, who also had a gun in his hand. “you almost done?” chan asked, coming up behind me. I nodded my head, not wanting to stop what I was doing. the new guy ran out of the room before quickly coming back. “chan, they can’t hold them off any longer. we have to go.” the guy said as I placed the patch on felix’s now closed up wound. I taped it down and sat back once I was done. “I’m finished.” I said, looking up at chan. chan looked over at the guy, “get him and take him to the car.” he said. the guy came over and picked felix up and quickly left the room.

chan was about to leave but noticed I was still sat on the floor. he grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. “come on. we gotta go, sweetheart.” he said as we rushed to the front door. he let go of my arm so I could slip back on my shoes. he opened the door and looked carefully outside and before exiting the apartment with the gun in his hands. he nodded his head for me to follow him. we went out the back staircase and down the back alley. “where are we going?” I asked, he didn’t answer me.

we were about to exit the alleyway, but as chan peeped around the corner and gunshot went off, making him jump back into me. I jumped and covered my ears with my eyes fully shut. oh, this has got to be a nightmare as I heard multiple shots start going off. I felt an arm go around my waist and pull me into them. “stay close to me.” chan whispered in my ear as he sandwiched me against the wall. wake up y/n, its all a bad dream. a very real dream. I felt my tears forming as I opened my eyes. chan carefully peeked his head out and shot his gun at whoever was shooting at us. he pulled back and looked at me, his hard stare softened as he noticed the state I was in.

“hey, you’re gonna be okay. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” he said softly. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. “please get me out of here, I feel light-headed, gonna pass out.” I whispered as I felt numbness course through my body. “stay with me, y/n.” he said, as he held my body weight. “guys where are you?” chan asked into the air. I heard a slight voice coming over something, that’s when I noticed the ear piece. another round of shots started as a screeching sound of vehicle came to a stop. chan leaned out and shot a few more times, “come on, I got them!” I heard someone say, along with shots being fired. chan pulled back and looked at me, giving me a nod. like I knew what it meant. “we’re gonna run to the car, okay sweetheart.” he said, I nodded my head the best I could.

chan pulled us away from the wall, he moved me to the right side of him. I looked straight out and saw a big black van with a side door open, with one person out shooting and another holding out his hand. “ready?” chan said, still holding me by the waist. I nodded, wanting this to all be over. don’t pass out yet y/n, get to the van first. I watched as the guy waved their hand to come on and thats when we went. “duck!” chan called out as we ran out. it felt like time went in slow motion. bullets flying everywhere, I could barely hear. I felt chan pick me up slightly and throw me in the van. I fell on the floor of the van and stayed there, not moving, not because I wanted to but because I couldn’t. I felt my mind fog up and numbness, the last thing I remember was chan looking at me before he hopped in the van.

I woke up in a room I’d never seen before. I sat up carefully, not wanting to get light-headed again. the sun was fully out now, but I couldn’t tell what time it was. maybe it was all just a bad dream and I woke up from a one night stand, I said trying to convince myself. that was short lived as chan walked into the room. “oh you’re up.” he said, holding a glass of water and a plate of food. I didn’t say anything and just stared at him. chan sighed and looked down before making his way over to me. he sat the stuff on the end table, “this is for you, minho made it. you may or may not remember him, but you met him before.” he said, sitting on the side of the bed. he turned his head to me, “how you feelin’?” he asked. I didn’t give him an answer. “okay, what do you want to know?” he asked, looking at the ground. I scooted up so my back would be against the bed frame. “all that happened last night was real.” I stated, making chan nod. “what happened? why did it happen? why did everyone have guns? I thought everyone was working? why was there a shootout at my apartment?” I asked, all the questions that flooded my brain.

chan straightened his back a bit before answering. “well to start off, everything I’m about to tell you is true. not a joke, alright?” he said. “okay.” I answered, bringing my legs to my chest, “we were working. it went bad and felix got hurt. we are in an organization called stray kids, I know you’ve heard that name before and what it’s about.” chan said, looking at the wall, his eyes dancing along the frame of the paintings in the room. he’s right, almost every other week the news had something to say about them for the last couple of years. one word kept ringing through my head. mafia. they were apart of it. my best friend felix is apart of the mafia. I could feel the air leave my lungs. “we were in a meeting but it was all a ruse, they were planing on killing us. we got split up, felix got hurt and seungmin, our med guy, wasn’t with us. I was in a panic and thought of the next person I could go to, which was you.” he said. chan turned back to me, “which was so sutpid of me because now I put you in this dangerous world that me and the boys live in.” I didn’t know what to say, it was all so overwhelming. chan stood up and fully turned to me. “what do I do?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes. he sighed once more, “we have to stay here for a bit, till its safe enough for you to go back to work.” he answered, “you’ll be safe here in this house. I promised I’d keep you safe, right?” he said. I nodded at his question. “and that’s what I intend to do. now eat before your food gets to cold.” chan said before leaving the room.

I grabbed the water and chugged half of it down. I stared at the food before grabbing it. god, how long we will have to stay here, I wondered.

two months go by. a very long two months. the boys doing the busy work that they do. with nothing for me to do, I clean and help cook food, though they have stated over a hundred times that I don’t have to. “well, it helps past time.” I told hyunjin once. it started to feel like home almost, in a strange way. hanging out all together somewhere. playing games or laughing at funny stories of childhood.

today, most of the boys were out of the house. only felix, jeongin, chan and I were ‘home’. we were all in the living room but jeongin- probably in the bathroom or something. having a normal conversation about old memories. we had gotten to the topic of crushes and dating. I had brought up to chan that felix had a crush on one of our teachers growing up, making chan laugh.

“I mean he was pretty hot though!” felix said, making me push his shoulder. “felix, remember your talking about our 9th grade history teacher!” I said with a shocked face. “okay and..” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’ve never made sense of why some students had crushes on their teachers.” chan said, sipping the drink he had in his hand. “thank you!” I said, looking at him. I turned back to felix, giving him a look. “well at least I’ve actually dated people and not pretend that my giant stuff animal was the love of my life.” felix said with a smirk. “you fucking bitch, you said you’d never say that in front of people.” I said, swatting him on the back of the head. “at least I don’t have a crush on lil’ binnie.” I said, mocking felix who jaw dropped to the floor. “how the fuck do you know that?” he asked. “please, it so fucking obvious. following him around, cuddle up next to him, always being the first to help- even when he doesn’t need it.” I said. “yeah, it really is, felix.” chan stated with a big grin.

“ya know, to be honest when I first hung out with you two I thought you were dating.” chan said, making us look at him with wide mouths. I turned my head back to felix and we both started laughing. “I would never date her, I like guys more than girls. I wouldn’t even kiss her to save earth.” felix said, almost falling off the couch. I couldn’t even say anything because I was laughing so hard. “what don’t like guys, y/n?” chan asked. “no, she does. just doesn’t talk to people enough to date them.” felix said, wiping away his tears.

“yeah, most of the guys I’ve talked to, were just huge dicks so. eh.” I said, looking back at chan once I had calmed down enough. he raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. “what chris?” I asked. he made a face and shook his head. “nothing.” he said. “oh what about you. who were your old crushes? have you even dated anyone mr. workaholic?” I sassed. chan narrowed his eyes at me as felix oo’ed at us. “she got you there chan.” felix said, chan looked at him to make him shut up. felix got up, “I’m just gonna go hang out with jeongin if I can find him. have fun.” felix said, winking at chan. felix knows something is up, that only him and chan knew. we watched as he left the room as the silence got loud.

“to answer your question. of course I’ve had crushes, only dated once back in school.” chan said. “aw, that’s cute.” I said, putting my hand up to my chin. “you can stop with the attitude.” chan said, sitting up as he placed his arms on his knees. “and what if I don’t, what will you do chris?” I challenged, making him laugh. “you don’t want to know.” he said. the air in the room thickened as we had a stare off. “sounds like a pussy move to me.” I said, giving him a smile before standing up. I tried to leave to the room to go calm myself down. it felt so hot because of him.

“and where do you think you’re going?” he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest, which to my surprise he was standing now. he towered of me with a mean glint behind his eyes. I felt butterflies dance in my stomach. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “what? cat got your tongue sweetheart?�� he asked as his other hand went on my back. “no, I can talk just fine.” I said, trying to push him away but failed. he chuckled and swayed us side to side, making my face feel warm. “you know, there is a reason why I let you call me by my other name.” chan said. yeah, he always got onto the boys for saying chris, but never towards me and I’ve always wondered why. I tilted my head to the side as he looked me. “and what’s the reason?” I asked, making him smirk and look away.

“what were you, me, and felix just talking about?” chan asked as he placed his hands on my waist. “about our crushes. and you still haven’t talked about yours sir.” I said, poking him the chest. he laughed once more with his head back, showing off those cute dimple of his. once he was done, he just looked at me. “because I’m already talking to her.” he said, scanning my face. I froze with a shocked look on my face, jaw dropped and wide eyes. “you like me?” I asked, to which he simply nodded to. “why? I didn’t think my body type was something you like.” I said, looking down that my thick thighs and tummy fat. “I don’t care about you weight, I just like you. why does anybody like anybody? but I’ve liked you since I’ve gotten to know you, especially since we’ve been here.” chan said, bringing his hand up to my cheek. somewhat I leaned into his touch and smiled. “well good thing I like you too.” I said, making him smile even more. he leaned in but stopped halfway. “can I kiss you?” he asked. “please do.” I said.

then his lips were on mine, instantly making me feel twists in my stomach. I could taste the bitterness of his drink on his lips- which had cracks but still were super soft. I pushed my hands to his neck and gripped his hair. chan moaned into my mouth at the feeling, pulling me as close to him as he could. I felt his tongue on my bottom lip, wanting to get in my mouth. when I didn’t let him, his hands slid down to my ass and gave it a firm squeeze. I gasped, making his tongue enter between my lips. his tongue exploring everywhere it could, while fighting my tongue for dominance. he pulled away, kissing the side of on left jaw, down to my neck.

“god, I’ve wanted to touch and taste you for so long now.” chan groaned out, sucking and biting harshly at my neck. “chris.” I moaned out quietly, bringing one hand down back to his chest to grip his shirt. he slowly brought his hands up, dragging my shirt with it. I shivered as his cold hands touched my warm back. he kissed my collarbone before bringing his now red lips back to mine. he pulled away and made eye contact with blown out eyes filled with lust. I leaned into his neck and started doing the same thing he did to me. “shit.” he said as he brought one hand to the back of my head.

after feeling up each other, I trailed my kisses back up to his lips. “I want you. so bad.” he said into the kiss. “have me then.” I whispered. he instantly grabbed the back of my thighs and laid me down on the couch. he hooked his fingers under my shirt and pushed my shirt above of boobs. he moaned, kissing down my chest to the hem on my pants. he quickly unbuttoned them and started to slowly pulled them down, along with my underwear. once they were off, he brought his hand to my core. rubbing firm slow circles around my clit, before dragging one finger down to my entrance. he pushed a finger into me, watching my reaction to make sure I liked it, slowly leaning his head down.

“please don’t go so slow, chris.” I said, pushing my hand through his hair and slightly pulling at it. he chuckled as his lips came in contact with my clit, while thrusting a second finger into me. I moaned as he picked up the pace, feeling him curl his fingers. I clenched around his fingers every time he brought his tongue to my clit. “fuck channie.” I moaned out. chan quickly gently slapped my inner thigh with his free hand, making it jiggle. “I only want to hear chris come out of your pretty lips, got it.” he said as he curled his fingers, finally finding my g-spot. “yes chris. fuck!” I moaned out loud as I gripped the side of the couch tightly, he smirked and continued his work on my body.

“I want you to cum for me sweetheart.” he said, leaving love bites on my inner thighs. I arched my back, feeling the pressure of my high getting closer and closer. “harder chris.” I said, pulling his head back to my clit. he laughed as he licked my clit again. I groaned as he put more pressure into his thrusts, keeping it at the same speed. “come on babygirl, I know you want to cum so bad. cum for me baby.” he said, dragging his tongue around my clit. i felt the knot brust hard and my mind go fuzzy as I chanted his name like a song. he slowly pulled his fingers out and pushed his tongue into me, making me clamp my big thighs around his head. chan just continued, lapping up all my juices as he hands came to my thighs to hold and caress them. “god, I love your cunt.” he said in a deep aussie accent. I whined as he licked up to my clit.

he climbed over me and kissed me again, making me taste myself. “do you think you can handle more?” he asked, as he held my hand that was close to him. I nodded, leaning up to kiss him even more. I knew I was never going to get enough of him.

he pulled away to pull off his shirt but was interrupted by his phone ringing in his back pocket. “shit.” he said, sitting up and pulling out his phone. he answered the call and watched his face turn cold fast. chan stood up and walked to the other side of the room so I wouldn’t hear the call. I sat up and watched him. either the boys who were out got into some trouble or something really bad happened…or about to happen. “okay.” chan said, before quickly ending the call. “get your pants on, go to my room, and do not leave unless me or one of the boys come get you.” chan said, pointing to me before going to the base of the stairs calling out to jeongin and felix.

I got up and pulled my pants back up around my legs.

“what’s going on?” felix asked as they ran down the stairs. I stood beside the three of them. “the rest were on their way back and noticed a car following them too late. they’ll be here in 2 minutes.” chan said, as they walked to the door. jeongin ran to the meeting room and grabbed the three of them guns. as I started up the stairs, I turned around. “what if something happens to me if I alone in the house?” I called out. chan had already opened the front door and was about to walk out. “go, I’ll be out there shortly.” he told the boys. chan jogged back to me as I started up the stairs again.

we entered his room, I stopped in the center of the room as he went to his dresser. he bent down and opened the bottom drawer. “come here.” he said as he pulled out two items. I walked over to him, watched as he showed me both. a knife and a gun. “keep both on you, you can use either one.” he said, putting the knife with its sheath on my body first. once it was clipped, he showed me the gun. “it should have three bullets in it, the safety is on.” he said, explaining quickly to me how to use it properly. “hopefully you won’t have to use either.” he said, standing up and handing me the gun. chan kissed my lips before leaving the room. “lock the door behind me and remember do not let anyone in unless it me or the boys.” he said as he closed the door. I ran over and locked th door and turned around to look at his room. then I heard the first round of shot go. I slid down the door and sighed, it’s going be a long late afternoon.

and I was right about my words. the sun was already fully down by the time the other gang had backed off. I stood up when the shooting had stopped and placed the gun and blade on the dresser. I walked over to chan’s bed and sat down. waiting for the boys to come in. I heard the door slam closed and chan’s loud voice letting them what to do.

“lee know. changbin. take him downstairs. everyone else check the area, keep sure their gone. once that is done, y’all can get cleaned up and do whatever.” I heard him say as he voiced got louder. I stood up and walked over to the door as chan knocked on the door. he entered the room and quickly started removing his shirt, throwing it in the corner.

“you okay?” I asked, watching him closely. he unbutton his pants, sliding them down his legs. “yeah, I’m fine,” he said, turning to me. I’m sure he could see the blush on my cheeks as I tried to look away so I won’t stare at him or his dick print. he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. bringing his face close to the right side of my face. “join me in the shower?” he asked right in my ear, smirking as he felt me shiver. I nodded as he squeezed my hips. he grabbed my hands and brought me along with him to the bathroom that was in his room.

the shower was running, fog surrounding the closed off room. we weren’t in the shower yet. chan has lifted me up and placed me on the counter, lips meeting mine. he hands going under my shirt, groaning at how soft my skin felt. the room just making us feel even hotter and more needy for each other. chan quickly pulled my shirt over my head, kissing down my chest. he tapped on my thighs, “lift your hips baby.” he said, wanting to pull off my pants and underwear. I grabbed the back of his neck and brought his lips back to mine.

I used my other hand to lightly scratch down his chest. down to his crotch, grabbing it firmly. “fuck baby. get on your knees, I want you to suck me off.” he said, pulling down his underwear. I hopped off the counter and sat right in front of his already half-hard cock. I would say he was a little above average in length and slender. I felt myself clench as I took him in my hand. he groaned as he threw his head back. I took him in my mouth, using as far as I could go. I hollowed out my cheeks as I bobbed my head, swirling my tongue each time I pulled back. “shit, who taught you to suck dick like a slut?” he asked, grabbing my hair. I moaned around him as he guided my head faster on his cock a few times before pulling me off.

he held out his hand and helped me off the ground. once I was standing with him, I turned around so he could take off my bra. his hands, slowly went up my hips. to my waist. my back straightened up as I felt his fingers. up and up before taking his time unhooking my bra. he kissed my shoulder before looking at me through the mirror. “let’s get in the shower babygirl.” he said.

I sighed as I felt the warm water hit my skin, feeling relaxed already. chan turned me to face him and leaned down to kiss me. “I need you.” he said, lips never leaving mine. I putting my arms around his neck as he lifted me up and pressed me to the cold shower wall. shivers went down my back. “put me down you’re going to hurt yourself trying to hold me.” I said as I wrapped my thighs around his hips. “no, I want you to take my cock like this.” he said, taking hold of his cock and pushing inside me.

we both moan at the feeling. “I know you can take my cock like a big girl.” chan groaned out and he started thrusting his hips ups. “oh chris!” I moaned out. the sound of skin slapping together, slicened by the water. chan groaned in my ear, kissing my neck. I leaned my head back, loving the feeling of how his cock was hitting deep inside me.

“fuck, you’re so tight around me.” he said, moving my body up and down to meet his thrusts. I cried out as I felt my high approaching. “talk to me baby, how good am I making you feel?” he asked, bringing his head to mine. I opened my eyes, that I didn’t know were closed until I met his. “you’re making me feel s’good chris. I love how deep you are. god, I’m gonna cum!” I said, clawing it his back. he hissed the the feeling, bringing his hand down to my clit. “be a good girl for me a cum.” he said. I felt my orgasm rip my body, he held on to me tightly as my legs unraveled.

he thrusted a few more times, before taking me off him and placing my feet on the ground. with an arm around my waist, he jerked himself off. cumming over my stomach and thighs. “shit.” he moaned. I leaned up and kissed him again, wanting to feel his lips. i pulled away a little bit, lips hovering of his.

“does this mean I stay here? with you and the boys? because I wouldn’t mind helping seungmin, being his assistant.” I said, he laughed. “you’re stuck with us baby.” he said with a smirk, kissing my lips once more. “I’m already used to it.” I mumbled, racking my hands up his chest.

“okay let’s hurry and get cleaned up.” chan whispered, as he felt the water turning cold.

after the shower, we took our time getting dressed. chan threw on a shirt and some sweats. I slipped on a shirt of his and a [aor of leggings. “let’s head downstairs.” chan said, walking to the door. I followed him out the door and made our way downstairs. all the boys were sitting around, watching a disney movie with a few of them holding beers in their hands. “oh wow, manly men watching a very manly movie.” I said, sitting next to felix. “yes, moana is a very manly disney movie y/n.” jisung said, rolling his eyes as everyone laughed. “where’s minho?” chan asked, looking around the room. “he’s making dinner.” seungmin said, pointing to the kitchen. “alright.” chan said as he made his way to sit next to jeongin.

felix leaned close to me and in a hushed voice, “so how’d it go?” felix asked. “how did what go lix?” I asked. “did chan not tell you?” felix asked, looking at chan then back to me. I wanted to laugh, but kept it in. “tell me what?” I said, tilting my head at him. “guys shush, my favorite song is coming on!” hyunjin whined as the song started to play. I glanced at chan, who was already looking at me and smiled before looking at the tv. tamatoa was singing shiny. I leaned back and enjoyed the rest of the movie.

“dinner is ready.” minho called out from the kitchen as the movie was ending. the boys cheered as we all got up and headed towards to delicious smelling food. “I’m so hungry.” jeongin said. the boys agreeing and being loud. chan waited for them to walk past and waited for me to catch up. chan gave me a wink then continued to walk the kitchen with me by his side. half the boys already sat down and quickly making plates. felix glanced at us before looking back at the food. he paused and snapped his head back to us and smiled brightly. “chan got something to tell us!” felix said, basically jumping in his seat. I made my way to an open chair and sat down with blush on my cheeks. everyone’s heads turned towards chan as he just laughed and shook his head. chan sat down next to changbin across the table and a few seats down from where I was.

dinner was passing with ease. drinking, eating, laughing. chan and I shared several looks to each other. “something’s going on between y/n and chan.” jeongin said out of no where and everyone stop what they were doing and look at the both of us. “I knew something happened!” felix said, putting down his chopsticks. “and why do you say that jeongin?” chan asked, not lifting his head from his food but eyes staring at jeongin. “because I saw you two in the living room. I came down to grab a bottle of water and saw something…happening.” jeongin said with a big smirk. my and everyone’s jaws dropped, but felix who jumped up from his seat. “you finally said your feeling to her!” he said excitedly. “alright, yes I did. now hush.” chan said, leaning back in his seat. “wow, chan’s got a girl now, didn’t think he would get one first.” hyunjin said. “congrats old man.” seungmin said, making everyone laugh. “okay I’m done with dinner.” chan said with a big smile. chan got up and started walking away. he stopped at the door and turned back to everyone and locked eyes with me. “you coming sweetheart?” chan asked. “yeah I am.” I answered, standing up and meeting him at the door. chan leaned down and kissed my lips, making the boys go wild again as we walked away laughing.

yeah, I’m already used to it.

#bang chan #bangchan #bang chan smut #bangchan smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz #skz imagines #stray kids #stray kids imagines #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz x y/n #skz mafia au #stray kids mafia au #bang chan mafia

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it-happened-one-fic · 4 months

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Ink and Magic - Tactician of the Scalding Sands

Author Notes: Part 4 of this sort of halfway non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath! A lot of what I said for part 1 counts for this section too. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. This will also be a series, though the Diasomnia section won't come out until that entire matter is resolved in game. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 4: Schemer (Tactician) of the Scalding Sands!

[Heartslabyul] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia: Youre Here!] [Pomefiore] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia: To be released]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Scarabia overblot.

Word Count: 1809 Words

The blot monster strained upwards, its giant arms reaching up towards the sky, before it burst apart, splattering ink everywhere as Jamil stood, fighting to stay upright even as everything fell around him.

Scarabia students were collapsing everywhere as his spell gave way under the immense pressure of the blot monster being defeated, but even then Jamil strained against this defeat.

A frustrated cry ripped itself out of him before he spoke; his breathing labored as he slowly began to succumb to exhaustion, “I was finally going to be number one…”

He stumbled forward, his arms trembling as he looked up first at Kalim before he continued, his voice shaking with emotion that he usually restrained, “I was finally going….”

His gaze shifted and his dark eyes met mine, causing me to go still as he held my gaze with an expression that contorted his handsome, but usually neutral, face into an expression that spoke purely of frustrated anguish.

And that was when I felt it. The familiar pang of sorrow that would spur me forward even as Jamil finished speaking, “To be free….”

I was in motion before he’d even finished his lament and began to pitch forward toward the floor. Distantly, I heard Kalim cry out something akin to my name, but he went ignored as I rushed towards Jamil’s already limp form.

I caught him in my arms with a grunt, the weight of his plummeting body forcing me to my knees even as Floyd and Jade appeared on either side of us, one’s mismatched gaze meeting mine before a loopy smile curved across his face. Floyd.

I felt arms supporting me from behind as I was eased the rest of the way to the hard ground. And this time, I did briefly fight it.

I didn’t know why this kept happening, but I shared Ace’s concerns about my connecting to each other overblot victims. But it was too late. I was already slipping away into the dark place where all would be explained.

It wouldn’t be long before I learned exactly what had driven Jamil to the breaking point.

But what greeted me wasn’t darkness this time. Instead, I found myself frowning at an unfamiliar room where two easily recognizable boys were playing a game.

A younger version of Kalim looked up, his wide red eyes sparkling as he gazed at Jamil. Even as a child, his face was full of affection and joy as he leaned towards his playmate, “Hey! Let’s play, Jamil! I’m gonna beat you this time for sure!”

The small Jamil let out a sigh, already worn out from playing whatever game it was that Kalim wanted to continue, and let out a tired protest, “This again, Kalim? You know I’m just going to keep winning. Can we play something else instead?”

Kalim hardly had time to react to Jamil’s tired words before the darker-haired boy had received a harsh rebuke from the two adults present, whom I quickly realized were Jamil’s parents. After all, they looked so similar….

“Jamil! Don’t you take that tone with Master Kalim!”

I cringed in sympathy as the woman swatted at Jamil while the man apologized profusely to the young Kalim, who was looking in startled confusion between Jamil and the two adults, “Master Kalim, thank you for playing with our son.”

Kalim looked perfectly confused and startled as Jamil’s mother also turned to him, a nervous smile on her face, “You’re kind enough to share your company. Truly you’ve been brought up well.”

The woman had barely finished speaking before I heard Jamil’s voice from right next to me, just like the other overblot victims had been when I’d seen their memories.

“My very first memory as a child was seeing my family bow before Kalim and his parents. I couldn't stand the sight of it.”

His tone was calm, just as I was so used to hearing it be. But what progressed through his memories and narration was deeply entrenched resentment. All towards the cheerful boy who called Jamil his best friend.

It made me wonder exactly how much of who I’d been interacting with was the real Jamil and how much was carefully faked. But in the end, no one could be as calm and unperturbed as Jamil had pretended to be.

I listened and watched patiently, though, learning about Jamil and Kalim’s shared past scene by scene of this odd black-and white-film made up of Jamil’s memories.

Apparently Jamil had been forced to always be second best…

And in many ways, his frustrations reminded me of Leona’s, save for the fact that Leona’s dissatisfaction seemed… Well, more aged.

Plus, unlike Jamil, Leona’s trouble seemed to be more fueled by the fact he couldn’t succeed. Jamil, on the other hand, seemed more upset that he couldn’t show his numerous skills and talents. Instead, he always had to let Kalim shine while he remained in the background. A vigilant shadow to Kalim’s brightly shining presence.

And perhaps all of it was made worse by the fact that Jamil’s bitterness was tainted by what I could see was clearly genuine affection.

It was obvious from his voice and their interactions that, despite everything, Jamil really did care for Kalim. And how could he not when I could quite literally see the amount of love Kalim held for his retainer?

He was frustrated because Kalim was what was holding him back, and it was obvious that he desperately wanted to hate Kalim. It was also obvious, though, that Jamil deeply cared for the young man who was always cheerful and supportive of him, even if Kalim didn’t realize that he was the one holding Jamil back.

As scenes of Kalim repeatedly talking about how Jamil was the one he trusted most, Jamil’s facade started to crack.

“We’ll keep helping each other out, Jamil!”

The break was restrained at first, with only a slight bit of tenseness to Jamil’s voice as he spoke, “Stop.”

But Kalim didn’t stop. He couldn’t hear Jamil, and he couldn’t see what he was putting his retainer through as he smiled sunshine through each memory.

And then the last one came. Different from the others in that Kalim was actually showing some seriousness towards his friend, as he smiled in an almost sad way that clearly spoke of how much he meant the words that came from his mouth.

“I know you’d never betray me, Jamil.”

There was no restraint this time as Jamil almost screamed his response, his voice cracking with weighty emotion as he all but pleaded with Kalim, “Just stop!”

I almost grimaced at the raw pain in his voice. Because, as much as he might like to pretend otherwise, I could clearly hear it in his voice and see it in his memories. Jamil didn’t hate Kalim. He may want to, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

And the fact that he couldn’t truly hate Kalim made his situation that much worse.

After all, just like so many adults had said in Jamil’s memories, Jamil was clever. He knew Kalim wasn’t really at fault. Rather, it was the situation.

“Kalim, your mere existence means that I…. I… I have to live my whole life deferring to you!”

I almost flinched at his yell, directed at nothing as the black and white image of Kalim faded out so that now only darkness was visible as Jamil finally broke down.

But I understood it now. Jamil was wracked with guilt, frustration, and pent-up hatred that he couldn’t direct at anyone.

By the end of the narration, Jamil had almost completely broken.

The last thing I heard was his quiet, broken voice from out of the darkness yet from right beside me, where I couldn’t see him, “I… Even I… I wanted to be number one, too.”

My eyes flew open as I inhaled in slight surprise at the bright lights overhead, and the first thing I heard was Kalim sobbing Jamil’s name and Grim grumbling about something.

Jamil didn’t wake up immediately, though, and I slowly realized that I was lying on the floor with his arms wrapped loosely around me.

I pushed myself up, my arms still trembling ever so slightly as I shifted into a sitting position, unable to fully extract myself from Jamil’s hold.

“Ah, Angelish, you’re awake,” Azul's voice came from behind me, but he soon stepped around me. Causing me to look up at him as Floyd and Jade slowly slipped away from Kalim’s side, where he knelt next to Jamil.

Azul’s gaze flickered between me and Jamil before at last coming to rest on me, “So, did it happen with him too?”

I nodded silently, looking down at Jamil’s peacefully slumbering face before speaking quietly, “Yeah… I saw everything.”

Azul pursed his lips at my soft words but straightened, beckoning Jade and Floyd over, “We monitored you while you were out. While we couldn’t wake you, you also didn’t seem to be in any danger. However, it did seem like you were enchanted or something.”

I opened my mouth to respond, half-touched that the three of them had kept a check on me, but I stopped as Jamil groaned slightly and rolled over, one arm sliding off my lap while the other remained curled around where I sat.

“Where am I?” He even sounded groggy as his eyes flickered open and, surprisingly, quickly, landed on me.

I smiled slightly at him as he slowly sat up, his eyes widening as soon as he spotted me before he frowned and a guarded expression appeared on his face.

And he wore that same frown and kept glancing my way during the entire, lengthy explanation. In fact, it wasn’t until Kalim offered to be equals with him and suggested that the two of them should start off as friends once more that Jamil’s focus finally left me so that he could tear into Kalim.

I cringed in sympathy for the pale-haired boy, but I also couldn’t say that I was upset to see Jamil finally letting loose.

After seeing his memories, I’d been concerned about the two young men’s relationship and had wondered how they would move forward. Being totally clear with Kalim would be necessary, and, unfortunately, that would mean Jamil snapping at him sooner or later.

And, as soon as Jamil’s gaze met mine after telling Kalim that he wasn’t going to hold back anymore and would never throw another competition again, a small part of me wondered if he somehow knew about my concerns.

But my worries about him and Kalim weren’t the only thing on my mind. The more it happened, the more I was beginning to wonder what it was that drew me to these young men who overblotted and why I got to see their memories and hear their thoughts.

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My gender is 4 years old

...and four days, as of April 15th. This post is a bit late. 😅

Four years ago, all the confusing little puzzle pieces I'd been collecting came together in a genuine eureka! moment and I realized I was transgender. It was exhilarating and terrifying and it undeniably changed my life for the better.

The last few years have felt pretty damn slow and I've had to scramble over a few frustrating obstacles (never changing my name AGAIN, lmao, that was annoying as fuck) but it's all been worth it and now it feels like I'm really making headway.

I started testosterone this past year! I did that! I'm almost 7 months on T now! Currently on a dose of two pumps of gel, which I have only missed applying once in all that time because I was literally sick. The changes are gradual but they are real and they have already brought me so much joy and made me so much happier in my humble flesh prison. 💗

The most anticipated change for me (and for a lot of transmasc folks, I imagine) is my voice, and BOY (heh) am I happy to share this data comparison with you:

[ LEFT: A screenshot from the Voice Pitch Analyzer app, dated November 3rd, 2021. It shows that OP's voice registers fully within the female voice range. RIGHT: Another screenshot from the app, dated April 12th, 2024. This one shows that OP's voice registers mostly between the Androgynous and Male voice ranges. ]

My voice is so different now. It sounds different, it feels different, and in just the last week or so I swear it has gotten a little rougher and raspier and I am LIVING. I could not be happier!!!

...okay, fine, I could be happier lmao.

I'm adjusting to my deeper voice and still learning how to use it in a way I like & that feels best to me, so I'm starting to do some casual at-home voice training again after basically forgetting about the concept completely since 2021. (Whoops.) But I am already so much happier and more content with my voice than I have ever been in my life, so it's only getting better from here, lads. <3

I've also had to go to a lot of appointments and answer a ton of phone calls about said appts recently because I kinda fucked up my eyeball (it's better now, don't worry! and be gentle to your eyes, they are delicate and eye drops are so fucking annoying when you're doing them seven times a day, jfc) and my voice has reached a point where I was a lot more comfortable interacting with strangers and I also didn't notice any surprise or confusion when I introduced myself with a male name! It was kind of amazing.

Also singing is even more fun now. I love love LOVE singing along with a male vocalist and feeling the way my voice kinda rumbles through my chest. 10/10 sensory experience.

Other changes aren't nearly as exciting or obvious as my voice, but here's a quick (?) rundown, for those who are curious:

Mood — Gotta be honest, I don't think I've really noticed any significant change in my day-to-day mood, though I may not be the best judge for this because I have trouble figuring out what/how I'm feeling in general, tbh. But I think I have certainly gotten more comfortable and content with myself and I'd even go so far as to say I feel a little more confident these days. It's nice, I appreciate it.

Acne — I definitely noticed a change in how my acne presents itself on my face. I wouldn't say it's worse than before (I've had very bad acne since I was a young teenager and only got medication for it like, last year which has helped immensely) but I think it's different. More little red spots and roughness than the unpleasant and painful pimples I'm used to. I don't even mind it, really. Oddly affirming.

Facial Hair — I've got facial hair. I really do!!! Not clickbait!!! It's not much, not enough for me to be brave and take my dad up on his offer of shaving lessons quite yet, but it has grown in enough that I don't feel silly including it in self portraits! 🤭🧔🏻 Got a little bit of a mustache happening, a little bit at the sides of my face, some fuzz on my chin (with one LONG hair that I can only assume has been greedy and stealing his brothers' growth), and a frankly surprising lil patch of hair under my jaw. On a semi-related note, not sure if my brows have gotten much darker/thicker. They might have? idk.

my new discord icon, hehe... 👁💜🪓

Body Hair — I have gotten a little more hair on my forearms, and it may have gotten a little darker too! I have a tattoo on my arm just below my left wrist and it's been surprisingly helpful for measuring arm hair growth because for years my tattoo was not covered by hair at all but the left side of it's a little fuzzy now... 😏 I've gotten more noticeable hair growth on my upper arms, which were basically hairless before (free gender euphoria every time I put on my T) and on my thighs. Don't think my lower legs have gotten much hairier, and I'm a little impatient about it lmao. I want to get hairy enough to rival my brother.

Energy/Appetite — Can't say I've really noticed any differences here? I am not a very active person and I already struggled with appetite and getting myself to eat before I started T (thank you adhd & poor eating habits 🥲💀), so I can't quite tell if I'm ignoring more hunger signals than usual. 😅 I am hoping to get more active and start doing more physical activity now that it's starting to get warmer outside again, so hopefully that will help me see these sorts of changes and also get me into some better eating habits as I expend more energy and work up a proper appetite! (Also, since we're on the topic... a reminder for all of us that taking care of yourself and feeding the body you live in is a million times more important than aesthetics and numbers on a scale. ❤)

Menstruation — I am still getting my period right on schedule, but I am happy to say it is considerably lighter than it was before I started testosterone! My period has begun getting shorter, too. It lasted for roughly 7–9 days before, but I was bleeding for exactly 7 days last month, and only 6 days this month. I'm not sure if this trend will continue at such a dramatic rate, but if my next round is only 5 days I will be very excited about it, lol. My uterus can retire any day now, please...

Bottom Growth — if any of my friends read this part, don't speak to me about it lmao — Yeah... there's a little bit of something happening down there. Not a lot, and I haven't really noticed any pain or sensitivity, but there's a Difference. Aaaaand I like it. 😌 I am looking forward to any and all future developments. 😏👉🏻👉🏻

Okay! I think that's it, really.

I know I haven't been super active on this blog for quite a while now (I have really gotten into fandom blogging on my main lmao, and also discord is my favorite thing right now, it's where 90% of my friends live) so I hope this nice, long, ramble-y post makes up for that a little bit. <3

Not gonna make any promises that I'll post here more often, but y'know. I might. It could happen. Definitely not leaving this blog to sit and gather dust, that's for sure. I'll still be reblogging stuff semi-frequently, even if I'm not writing up my own posts.

So goodbye for now, and thanks for tuning in! 👋🏻📻💖💙✨️

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inanisomnia · 1 year

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latch || chishiya x fem!reader headcanon

here u gooo !! tot i enjoyed writing this >,< i wrote a drabble about the req but it turned into a whole new story /sobs

genre: fluff?? how do you do this genre typa thing tot

warning/s: profanities ++ not proofread

a/n: chishiya's character is actually challenging to write and idk if i nailed writing him in this story. i hope you enjoy this!! if you do, it would mean a lot to reblog (only if you want to and if its okay) enjoy !

+++ reqs are open !

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚

- wtf

- literally, his first reaction would be wtf, not in an offended way, but in amusement.

- you, my god, out of all the damned people here in the beach, you were able to capture his attention, his interest, ever so exceptional among others.

- to be so similar with each other on some extent yet immensely different at the same time.

- the first time you both meet each other was in a clubs game.

- you approached him first, and introduced yourself. you didn't offer your hand, just announced yourself.

- one thing he noticed about you was how you carry yourself with confidence, grace, and elegance.

- you were friendly; not the type to be exceedingly amiable, but enough to gain the trust of other people because of your serene demeanor.

- you're not naïve as well, and he was surprised on how you easily deducted and solved each puzzles, and riddles. on how you easily maneuvered and cooperated with others.

- you shared your ideas and observations with him during the game, and goddamnit, he found himself interested in you.

- and ever since that encounter, both of you became friends. he won't show it, but best believe that he is deeply inmersed with your personality.

- at first, he kept telling himself that he's only using you for his own benefit, that he's keeping you around because you can be great pawn when shits go down, a stepping stone for him to achieve his goal.

- until he doesn't realize that he's slowly getting attached to you.

- the more he learned more about you, the more he realized how the two of you were alike, how you were raised, how you deal with the shits life throws at you - both of you were alike on so many levels. even on how you both perceive some things, morals, and how you deal with the pitching situations you're in.

- the only difference is that, you're not afraid to be human, that you're compassionate despite the toxicity of the household you grew up in.

- that you're not afraid to show the people you care for on how you love and value them.

- the main difference is that you don't view emotions as weaknesses but rather as a strength.

- kuina has asked him the situation he's in before – what would your reaction be if you met someone almost the same as you?

- and he answered it with no hesitation before : he'd hate them. view them as someone that is full of hypocrisy, and pathetic. filled with insecurities masked behind a plastic display of confidence and arrogance.

- opposites attract, and the people with the same attributes repel each other. - at least that's what he thought until you came in his life.

- various realizations hit him as he started to know you deep in his soul.

- you made him realize that what he answered before was how he views himself. you made him realize that someone like him – who was ever so cynical, apathetic was actually capable of feeling this deep towards someone.

- that someone like him is worthy of being loved.

- "chishiya! you're zoning out, are listening to me?"

- see ? see ??? what the hell is up with you and your whole self that made him overthink, and over analyze everything. he's never been like this before and fuck.

- he has never been this conflicted and frustrated before.

- believe it or not, i actually think that he would distance himself from you for a while. this is nothing, you're nothing really. who even are you to shake everything in him?

- but god, he never realized how deep he has fallen for you, you were so close yet so far and for the first time in his life, he acknowledged that he is indeed scared.

- scared of what you would react and think of him if he randomly goes up in your room and talk to you about things, afraid that you'll walk past him and give him cold shoulders, given the fact that he did that to you before.

- he panicked.

- SGAJHDD HE'S GOING CRAZY, IS HE ACTUALLY DOING THIS ?? FEELING ALL OF THIS ??

- part of him tells him to just go back to who he was before, and ignore this plethora of emotions, and that was his ego and pride talking.

- he was never vocal about his feelings, his ideas, opinions, or anything unless its related to the games or escaping and surviving, but tonight,

- holy shit his heart is pounding violently against his chest, his ribs, his anxious heartbeats reverberating throughout his body.

- under the starless night skies, wintry cold breeze gently blowing from the horizon and your hair lightly swaying along with it – your laughter sounds like a harmonious melody fading the discord of noises. you looked so ethereal under the gentle illumination of the water's crystal reflection on your face.

- he would walk up to you who was talking to ann and kuina about something silly or gossiping about mindless shits probably, and tells you to come with him because he has something to say, and walked away towards somewhere quiet.

- and of course, knowing you, who has the same personality trait as him, you will say no had he ask you if you can come with him, hence the abrupt and authoritative command of him telling you to follow him somewhere private.

- you rolled your eyes and followed him anyway.

- you stood there, blank and bored expression on your face, derisive orbs that bore on his jet black ones.

- for a while chishiya struggled with the words to say, maybe because he's used to speaking and manipulating people into getting what he needs and wants, but you

- you're different.

- you scoffed and asked, "just summarize it, what are you trying to say?"

- fuck it. he combs his hair backward, clicking his tongue in annoyance and chuckles.

- he walks towards you, and grabs you by the waist and kisses you passionately, deeply, hoping that it could convey his frustration of not being able to say everything he feels out loud.

- after a few seconds, he lets go but still keeps his hand around you, his forehead resting on yours, and breathes,

- "you're driving me crazy. i want you. i love you."

- and god, everything seemed to effortlessly fall into place - a missing piece of each other's void soul.

#spotify #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya headcanons #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya imagine #aib chishiya #alice in borderland #i love him sm #chishiya shuntaro #aib s2 #chishiya alice in borderland #AHSGDSAHJD

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geralts-yenn · 8 months

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Believe in Me - Chapter 7

chapter warnings: oral (f receiving), vampire handling? lol, p-i-v sex, talk about vampire stuff, vampire bites, talk of violence, weapons mentioned, idk, I’m bad with warnings, tell me if I missed something

word count: 4,3k

A/N: I'm back from my summer break and this is what I brought home for you. We got a tiny bit of angst, some fluff, some smut and a lot more angst. Sorry!

Inspo board for this chapter is here

Please let me know what you think - reblogs and comments are always the way to make me happy! Tumblr only works if you reblog. Help me to keep this story alive 😘

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Everything around Aurora drowned in a fog. She heard August, Charles and Melot talking. Melot shouting even, but not a single word rang through to her. The only sound she noticed was her thundering heart and a high-pitched whistle that rang through her head.

At some point, she felt hands wrapping around her shoulders, and somehow she found herself sitting on the couch in the large lounge room the next moment. There was Maria sitting next to her, holding her hand and Melot on the other side, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

“What’s happening next?” she heard her own voice asking, though she couldn’t remember wanting to talk at all. Melot rubbed his hand along her spine.

“You’ll be staying here. No matter how much I want this to be wrong, August is right. You are in danger. But we’ll be working on a solution.” Aurora wasn’t happy with Melot’s answer but she trusted him and she accepted it.

Maria weighed in: “Hey, at least Charlie could convince August that I can stay with you. I won't leave you alone. Promise!” She was giving Aurora's hand a firm squeeze.

Aurora squirmed nervously on the sofa. “Uh, I might have missed parts of the conversation. Everything after August telling me I was his guest is a blur.” Her head dropped.

Melot leaned forward, pulling Aurora tighter to his side and guiding her to look at him with his fingers gently pressing on her chin.

“August wants Charlie to be your personal bodyguard,” he explained. “I tried everything to convince him to let me do that, but August just doesn't trust me.” Frustration and anger reverberated in his voice.

Charles took over the conversation. “I'm with you in this, okay? Don't fear that I will do anything other than protect you in any way. And I will give you two as much, uh,” he paused to share a small mischievous smile with them. “As much private space as August will allow me to.” Maria shoved an elbow into Charles' side.

“So, my dad’s a god, huh?” It should have sounded like a joke, but everyone could tell that Aurora wasn’t joking right now. She was shocked. Thirty minutes ago, she hadn’t even known gods existed. It wasn’t a far stretch, now that everyone knew about vampires. But she realized she had never thought about the existence of other unearthly creatures.

Another time it was Charles that answered. “It was quite common a few thousand years ago that gods and humans shared their beds, and there were plenty of demigods. But there was always drama surrounding these relationships and with time, gods became more careful. They avoided getting humans pregnant. Actually, I only heard tales of half gods and I’ve been here for quite a while now.” Maria chuckled at his remark. She would have loved to ask him how long exactly, but she didn’t want to interrupt this conversation with her stupid banter.

But Aurora was done with brooding over her situation. She really needed a break. “So my dad is some god who doesn't know about birth control, great. Do I need to know more? Do I have any superpowers? Laser eyes or something cool?” This was making Charles laugh and soon everyone joined, even Melot.

The change of mood lifted a weight from all of their shoulders. They chose to ignore for the rest of the day the total mess that Aurora's life was and the problems that came with it. Melot wasn't supposed to work tonight, and Charlie's new job was just being with Aurora anyway.

So they ordered take out for the girls and just sat together on the couch, watching old sitcoms. They decided it was time to finally catch a breath. Melot and Aurora cuddled on the couch and listened to Maria and Charles throwing pointed remarks at each other. When Aurora was almost drifting off to sleep, Melot got up and guided her back to her room. Charles watched them getting up the stairs, giving a small nod of approval to his cousin.

“Do you want me to stay?” Melot asked, trying to hide the hope in his voice. But Aurora grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the room. “I need you to stay!” she whispered before she started kissing him.

They both dropped on the bed. Melot did quick work with the jersey dress Aurora had hastily put on before rushing to meet August. He hummed as he took in her picture, laying in front of him, only wearing her panties.

“You truly are a goddess!” he whispered in between pressing wet kisses over her whole body. “Let me worship you!” He rolled down the lacy fabric of her underwear and parted her legs with a gentle push at her knees.

When Melot put his mouth on her, Aurora couldn’t help but think of what Maria had told her. ‘He really learned a thing or two over the last centuries’, she thought. Her smile only faded when she couldn’t hold back a moan any longer. His tongue was relentlessly circling her sensitive bud, only interrupting when he sucked and rolled it between his lips every now and then.

She was almost there, the tight feeling growing in her stomach, when he slipped a finger into her.

“Oh my god! Melot!” Aurora cried out. Aurora’s eyes rolled back in her head with the way his finger just hit the right spot. And when his mouth found back to her clit, she came undone. She arched her back and her legs quivered around Melot's curls.

He got up and watched her hungrily as she lay spent on the bed.

With a blink of an eye, all his clothes were gone. Aurora gazed at the perfect body in front of her, biting her lip.

“I could get used to those vampire tricks,” she laughed.

Another blink and she was pinned against the wall. Melot held her wrists with one hand above her head while his other one took the rest of her weight effortlessly, wrapped around her thigh.

“Could you?” His voice dropped seductively. Aurora was panting as she felt his hard cock press against her. If it meant he'd take her like this, yes she could.

“Please, fuck me!” she pleaded, and Melot was eager to obey. He guided Aurora to sink down on his length. Both of them moaned into each other's mouths as Melot started to move.

Pressed against the wall, Aurora wasn't able to control anything, so she just closed her eyes and focused on taking in as much as she could of her lover. She felt Melot's cock pushing in and out, his hips crashing against her skin. His fingers digging into her flesh, his chest trapping her own frame, his soft hair brushing over her hardened buds with every jolt. She felt the sweet ache of her arms restrained in Melot's tight grip.

It didn't take long until she felt another orgasm approach. But just as she was about to fall over the edge, Melot had moved her another time. She was on the bed, on her stomach, her ass high in the air.

“This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Melot purred as he was running his fingers along Aurora's sides until they rested on her cheeks. Then his cock was finally filling her again.

His strokes were hard and fast now, almost desperate, and Aurora gasped as she felt him so incredibly deep inside of her.

Melot bent forward, his mouth lapping and sucking at the soft skin of Aurora's neck.

“I need to come, baby, or else I can't hold back any longer. Your scent is too sweet.” Melot snarled and as his fangs scraped along her skin she knew what he yearned for. And Aurora wanted him to pierce her flesh and drink from her.

Instead, they both crashed their bodies frantically into each other.

Melot laced his fingers with Aurora's and guided her hand to press down on her belly. A gasp escaped her as she felt him move inside of her.

Their desperate search for release was finally over when Aurora reached her high first and took Melot with her, her walls clenching around him.

Melot dropped on the bed beside Aurora, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“You have no idea of how much I love you!” Melot's voice was hoarse as he told her what he wasn't afraid to admit any longer.

Aurora enjoyed the pure bliss it was to lie in Melot's arms. Humming, she turned so that she was resting on his broad chest, her eyes locked with Melot's. His pupils were blown wide, almost no red visible any longer as he watched her.

“What is it that makes us feel this way, Melot? Is this real? It feels so real…”

His fingers traced along her jaw.

“I don't care what it is, as long as it makes me feel the way I feel right now. My whole life, I thought some part of me was missing. And now I know it was you. With you beside me, I feel whole.”

They kissed for a while, then they made love another time. And just as they got out of the shower and thought they should get some sleep, Melot's phone rang.

With a groan, he took the call, August's name on the display a clear sign that he couldn't ignore it. He didn't say much, but the feelings reflected on his face told Aurora that Melot didn't like what the king had to say to his nephew.

After he ended the call, Melot ran a hand over his face. He dropped on the bed next to where Aurora sat.

“I got the order to work a day shift. The Warriors of Light are up to something big. And I'm the only one who can spy on them while they expect us to hide from the sun.”

“Wait, so you'll have to go now? You haven't slept a minute!” Aurora didn't want him to leave her. She needed him. There was still so much to resolve with August. And she was scared that Melot would put himself in danger.

“Technically, we don't need to sleep, my love. Though I have to admit a bit of rest would have been helpful.” When he looked into her wide eyes, he realized her fear. “Don't worry, it's just an observation job. I'll be back with you in no time.” Melot pressed a kiss on Aurora's forehead before he got up and started dressing.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Melot let Charles in, who took a seat in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace.

“You need to feed from her!” he said tonelessly. Both Melot's and Aurora's head shot up to watch Charles in shock.

“What?” Melot shouted. “August would kill him!” Aurora added. But Charles shook his head.

“Look, you've been through a lot the last few days. I guess you haven't slept in a while.” Melot nodded while Charlie continued. “I have a bad feeling about that whole Warrior of Light thing. I fear this is bigger than August thinks it is. And it's a day mission. Melot, you won't be able to get help and the sun will weaken you further.” He took a deep sigh. “Feed from her. You will need the extra strength. I will stay with you and make sure you can stop. And I make sure August won't notice.”

Aurora and Melot locked their eyes, both confused about what to do.

“Do you really think I am incapable of handling this on my own?” Melot asked, a tint of bitterness in his voice, even if he wanted nothing more than what Charles had just suggested to him.

“No, Melot. I just don't want to take a risk. Aurora needs you. And I do, too. If her blood can help to keep you safe, we need to take that chance.”

“He's right!” Aurora acknowledged. “Please let me help you!”

Melot's gaze fell from Aurora's face to her throat, then to Charles, who nodded at him and back to Aurora. He sat down next to her and brushed a finger over her jugular that she held exposed to him.

“I wish I could, darling, but we need to be careful. August would notice new wounds on your throat, even with your godly healing abilities.”

He took Aurora's wrist, where August's bite was still visible as two tiny red spots.

Melot kissed the soft skin of her arm. And after checking that both Aurora and Charlie were ready, he sank his fangs into her exactly at the same place as August had done.

Aurora could feel how Melot's and her own hearts were beating in unison. A warm feeling of happiness spread in her chest. Melot's pupils were blown, even more as when they had loved each other. But this time he was able to keep himself from losing his mind. This time he was prepared for the sensation of tasting her, which made it easier for him to stop.

After a few gulps, he pulled back, licking carefully over Aurora's wounds. His hands were shaking as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly.

“Thank you!” he gasped, barely audible to Aurora.

They held each other in a tight embrace. Aurora felt Melot's heart race in his chest, faster than a normal human would have survived.

Then he broke away from their embrace and walked to the door. Charles was by his side the next moment, and Melot patted him on his back, “Thank you, brother.” Then his eyes locked a last time with Aurora. “I'll be back soon. I love you.” And then he left the room.

Charles was about to follow when Aurora called after him. “Why did you do that?” she asked.

Charles sat down next to her. “Because I love him. Just don't tell anyone! Especially not him.” Both of them chuckled.

“You know, he's a different person since he has found you. And I really like seeing him that happy. I will give everything to protect you two.”

Charlie got up again. “You should get some sleep! I will wait outside until you are awake again. Then we'll see how Maria and I can distract you from missing that fool.”

It was hours later when Aurora woke up again. She found Maria and Charles on the couch. Maria straddling Charles' thighs and Charles feeding from Maria's neck, to be precise.

“Sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you!” she said, but Maria objected that she wasn't disturbing at all. “Charlie's just having breakfast,” she said with a wide smile.

Still feeling a bit like an intruder, Aurora took her time to prepare some cereals and pour herself a cup of coffee. Then she sat down on the far side of the couch, doing her best to ignore the other two.

When Charles was done with feeding, he left them, saying he needed to get some things done for August.

The two other vampires that took his place in guarding Aurora were standing at the door, watching her and Maria attentively and it felt so much more awkward as with Charles. But that's what Aurora's new life looked like and she tried to ignore it as much as she could.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Maria was making herself comfortable on the couch by her side.

“It's okay, I guess? Still not really comprehending that I'm imprisoned here. And it's a nice prison, to be fair. Especially when Melot is here with me. But I am still scared of what's to come.” Maria nodded sympathetically.

The two girls did their best to avoid the topic of Aurora being a demigoddess, a dangerous weapon and the hostage of a vampire for the next few hours. Exploring the garden, the pool area and the entertainment system helped a lot to forget. But even all the advantages of being locked away in a large mansion of an unreasonably rich vampire got boring after a while. That's why Charles found them both studying when he got back to them.

“You know you can't go back to college anytime soon, right?” he asked with a raised eyebrow that made Maria roll back her eyes dramatically. “Doesn't mean she shouldn't use her brain anymore, does it?”

Aurora would have laughed about those two, still denying that they liked each other, but as it was almost midnight by now, she was starting to get nervous. Melot's job was supposed to be done during daytime. He should have been home by now. Aurora hoped that at least Charlie had heard from him, but he had to disappoint her. “I'm sorry! I tried to call him but he wouldn't answer. He only sent me a message that he'd call back later.”

Aurora checked her own phone once more, but there weren't any messages from Melot, so she tried to distract herself by going through her essay once more.

Another hour later, August entered the lounge room. The same as the last time she had met him, Aurora noticed that the room felt colder suddenly and a tension was filling her soul.

Everyone sank their heads as they greeted him, but August just waved with his long fingers to show them they could relax.

When his gaze fell onto the girls, he frowned. “You won't be back to studying, Aurora. Did you not understand?” Charles chuckled and told his uncle that he already pointed this out, and Aurora saw how Maria bit her lip to suppress the same comment she had snapped at Charles earlier.

August's eyes were still locked on Aurora and Maria. “Not to appear patronizing, but ladies, I am a person who cares very deeply about aesthetics. Would you please adjust your wardrobe to my standards? I can't accept you hanging around here in sweatpants.” He opened his wallet and took out a credit card, throwing it onto the coffee table. “Charles, could you please help them find appropriate apparel?” Without waiting for an answer, he left the room. Maria looked from Aurora to Charles and broke out in laughter. “He's serious, right?”

Charles' smile widened. “Dead serious! He loves to gather nice-looking things around him. Go shopping, ladies!” He took Maria's laptop and opened a website full of lingerie that cost almost as much as the rent of Maria's apartment. With a wink, he turned the computer back to the girls.

As the night went on, Aurora got more and more nervous. Melot still wasn't home, he didn't answer calls. Charles tried to calm her, saying that this wasn't something unusual. Sometimes a job just didn't work out as planned. Maria finally managed to convince Aurora that she needed some sleep when the sky was already turning bright. And Aurora drifted away to sleep way faster than she expected.

The clock on the bedside table showed 5:34pm when she woke up again. Immediately she grabbed her phone, but there were still no messages or calls. She didn't bother to get out of her pajamas. When she got out of her room, Mike got up from the chair that was standing next to her door. So it was his turn to guard her. Aurora ignored him, running down the stairs where she found Charles.

He was running up and down the room, his phone pressed to his ear. When his eyes met Aurora's she knew immediately that Charles' patience was gone by now, too. He was looking concerned.

“Aurora! Did he call you?” He already knew the answer but he had to ask anyway. As she shook her head and tears gathered in her eyes, he wrapped his arms around her.

“Damn! I'll talk to August! I'm taking a team to the warehouse. We'll get him.”

He was waving at Mike, who was still standing at the stairs. Even the usually so cheerful vampire had a hint of panic in his expression.

“Mikey, take her to Maria's room and keep watching them.” Mike nodded and guided Aurora back up the stairs.

Charles was gone before Aurora set her foot on the first step. He knocked at August's door, not caring that the king didn't like to be bothered in his private rooms.

“Come in, Charles!” he heard the king saying, the annoyance clearly notable in his voice.

Charles took a deep breath and opened the door. It wouldn’t be easy to talk to August, but they had to do something about Melot. No matter what caused him to stay away so long, if he were safe, he would have called by now.

“Melot and you make it quite the habit to disturb me way too early into the night. I don’t like that! So please tell me it’s something important”

August was sitting in his bed, his back rested against the headboard. Tight-lipped, he watched as Charles bowed before him.

“Melot is still not back. It’s been more than 24 hours since I last heard from him, and that was only a brief message. I really think he’s in trouble. August, please, let me take some of your men to get him.” The king brushed with his fingers over his mustache.

“You’re not very confident in your cousin's abilities, Charles. I think we should give Melot a chance to work things out on his own.” August didn’t seem to be concerned in any way by Melot’s disappearance. Charles couldn’t believe it, and his anger made him talk without thinking.

“What’s wrong with you, August? You are always talking about us as a family. But you treat us like we are your servants. And especially Melot always gets your anger and disapproval, no matter what he does. Why can’t you be supportive of him for once? He needs your help!”

August rose from his bed and was next to Charles in a second. But to Charles surprise, he didn’t rip out his throat. Instead, he guided Charles to sit down and took the chair next to him.

“Listen, I may be appearing hostile to you, but it’s all for your own good. This is the way I support you. You are learning so much more if you can’t rely on me all the time. If you need to work out things on your own. You are important to me. All of you that I gather around me. You are my family. And Melot - he is special. He is capable of more than he knows. More than any of us knows. And with my constant criticism, I can bring him into the position that he once will need to take. He needs to find out how incredibly talented he is. I can’t do that for him.”

It isn’t very often that Charles was left speechless but at this moment he was. That was not what he had expected to hear after he had lost his temper with the king. He couldn’t believe that he wasn’t supposed to be punished for his words.

“Thank you for your honesty, your majesty. But please let me take at least Syverson and Marshall to the warehouse and see what’s happening there. Your safety is in danger, too, as long as the Warriors of Light are still working on their plans.”

After a moment of thinking, August replied, shaking his head. “Syverson and Marshall are needed at the club. But you can take Mike and Will. Go see what is happening but don’t make it a bloodbath. We need to be careful, we’re bound to laws now. People are still fearing us and we want this to change.”

Charles was thankful that he got the approval to get Melot and he didn't want to lose another minute. "What about Aurora?" he asked, realizing that there won't be anyone to guard her.

"I will take care of her myself." August got dressed as the other vampire watched him suspiciously. "Don't look at me like this." The king chuckled deeply. "She's Melot's. I won't touch her. I'm not a monster."

It took Charles only a minute to gather everyone and everything in the living room. All sorts of weapons were splayed out on the kitchen counter. Charles, Mike and Will were dividing them amongst each other while discussing plans.

Aurora was balled up on the couch, crying her heart out, Maria giving her best to spend some comfort to her friend. August was leaning against a wall watching them all calmly.

And then there was this sound. Aurora's head shot up. Would Melot use the doorbell if he was back? Probably not, but that didn't stop her hoping that it was her boyfriend.

Charles looked at August with a frown. "We don't get visitors that need to use the gate often." He explained to Maria and Aurora as he walked to the entrance. When he switched on the monitor, Aurora gasped.

"I need to talk to the king!" said the woman standing at the gate. Aurora started crying again.

"It's Tara. My sister." It was not the time to argue with her family about her living situation with vampires. And Charles must have thought the same. He answered through the intercom.

"Tara, Aurora is here on her own accord. We won't be discussing her decision with you. Please leave our property." But Tara was shaking her head.

"I'm not here because of Aurora. I'm here because of Melot. He needs your help."

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Part 8

#believe in me #vampire au #melot x ofc #melot fanfiction #modern au melot #vampire!melot #vampire!charles #vampire!august #my writing

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swayziiwriter · 10 months

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Reward | Vinicius jr

summary: after a stunning performance on the pitch you decide that your star player deserves a reward.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

As he continued to drive you home with one hand on the wheel and the other massaging the flesh of your inner thigh, there was no denying the intense sexual tension that existed between you two.

As you watched Vini work his magic down the pitch you weren't sure if you were overcome with joy or sexual frustration because you had been there for the entire game, screaming and clapping along with everyone else.

And as soon as the final whistle blew, you ran down to the tunnel and placed your hands on his chest as you listened to him marvel at the game and his teammates; However, from the way he smiled at you and the sparkle in his eye, you could tell that he was only thinking about one thing.

As soon as your front door was shut, he laughed as you spoke out, "I think my star deserves his own celebration" He put his hand around your waist and slipped it under your shirt. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't already very taken with you, especially when he saw his name and number painted on your back as you smiled at his mouth.

The kiss was intense, and you could tell he was getting impatient as he backed you toward the stairs, his fingers digging deeper into you. As you felt yourself hitting the stairs with the backs of your legs, his soft but insistent lips moved along your jaw and down the curve of your neck.

The mishandling up the steps was untidy and warmed, panting for breath as you both pulled away to tear the clothes from your bodies. By the time you got to the top, you were both naked, and there was a trail of your clothes all over the stairs.

Vini led you to the bedroom in his arms with a muffled groan. You chuckled at the way he was already so hard as you nudged his shoulders until he lay flat in front of you because you didn't want the evening to be about you.

Your lips broke as you nudged his shoulders. "You're so fucking beautiful-" you cut him off by dragging your hips against him, his tip stroking your clit as you swallowed back a whimper.

However, the laughter was short-lived as he tugged at your hand, your thighs to either side of him, and traced the edges of vur body.

His own eyes dropped to where you were going to become one, his palms immovably against your midriff as he let revile words tumble from his mouth in a disjointed yak. Your own hands fanned across his tense stomach as you began to sink onto him, and there was a part of you that wished you had kept his shirt on so you could remind him who you belonged to.

However, there was no way you were going to climb off Vin and find it. As you fully lowered yourself onto him, your wetness was slick against him, and your inner thighs were already slightly sticky. It was a lot, and the size of his cock always stretched you out as you gave him a small smile, which he quickly returned with a flushed trent.

The tenderness of the grins and dim vision that you shared was an unmistakable agreement of the manner in which you shook against him, all aspects of you land with delight as you let him buck into you. your hips were held down as he pushed his lower body from the bed, fucking into you from underneath as you let his name turn out in a dirty mantra.

Your nails diving into his stomach as you left minimal bow updates that made certain to check him. The sight of Vini so focused and focused on you beneath you made your chest heave and your body erupt in butterflies as each stroke of his cock made your back arch and you struggled to stay upright.

You grazed his shoulder with your teeth as he pulled you forward, your chest against his, and the angle slightly changed.

As he twitched inside you, the new position had you seeing stars and feeling dizzy. each grip around him made him snort and whine out, his commotions sweet and sensitive as you let him use you in the manner he really wanted. after all he was your star.

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sucrosette · 4 months

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★— ⋆｡˚ [Losing Myself In Simon Snow]

For Day 23 of Carry on Countdown 23, Bite. @carryon-countdown

On Simon Snow and Baz Pitch and their respective sets of teeth finding their way into each other's bodies.

Rated M for... this being what it is (the precursor to smut).

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Simon bites a lot.

Between the two of us, you’d expect the vampire to be the one that bites a lot, but no. That honor goes to the dragon winged boy with the prehensile and overly sensitive tail.

When we’re kissing, he tugs my lips between his teeth, nips at them till they’re sore. He’ll trail more nips and bites overy jaw and down my neck and over my shoulders until I’m so worked up and frustrated, I pin him beneath me, just to keep his teeth from digging in more. I mean, other things follow, but it starts with stopping Simon from assaulting me with his teeth.

When he’s been worked up into a bluster— my fault, almost with one hundred percent certainty, I know— he bites. He latches onto my forearm or pec and digs in for dear life until I give in and stop teasing him for some small thing or another. Even if I think he’s cute when he’s all red in the face and annoyed with me.

I do, by the way, always think he’s cute.

When he’s embarrassed, he steals my hand to hold, inevitably using me as a sort of shield from whatever thing’s embarrassing him. I’ll talk us out of the situation and walk us away and then somehow my hand will end up in his mouth and he’ll be chewing on my palm like some sort of stimtoy. I don’t bother to stop him. It’s silly, sure, and it feels odd, but I don’t mind if it helps calm him.

When he’s angry, he doesn’t quite bite. He’ll snap his jaw at whatever or whomever has him fuming, but he never actually finds purchase to bite. I can feel it in him though, the urge to snap back with something more instinctual than sharp words and mean looks. Sometimes it’s at me, though I like to think that I give Simon less cause to be angry than I once did, but even though I always let him, he never bites me when he’s fuming at me. He doesn’t want to actually hurt me, sweet thing that he is.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s because I don’t bite him. It is mostly in teasing and play and definitely intended to get a reaction out of me, so it could be that. I mentioned the thought to Bunce once and she kindly asked me to never mention it again, or else she’d evaporate out of existence.

I’ll stick with Shakespeare and familial magicks. At least that much is safe to talk about with Penny, as much as the psychology of Simon is also a shared interest of ours. Apparently the interest doesn’t extend to all facets of Simon, and his biting habits are just a boundary she won’t cross.

It’s fair enough, I suppose.

Maybe I need more friends so I can have more perspectives on what might be normal or not. Vampire friends, maybe, though I admit that I’ve had relatively bad luck with those.

I think a part of it might be the whole “well if you won’t bite me, I’ll have to bite you” attitude he’s got going on. A sort of petty revenge, or maybe it’s some kind of way to egg me into doing it. That’s not to say I haven’t thought about biting him. I’ve thought about it too much, honestly. Every time his heart skips a beat when we kiss, every time we’re nestled together in sleep and my nose is buried against his neck, every time his pulse is thrumming with effort when he’s wrapped around me, every time I bend to kiss his wrist…

I think about it too much.

He undoes me, my Simon. Takes every decision I’ve ever made and throws it out the window, makes an exception of himself in my life at every turn.

But not on this. At least, not yet.

I’m getting weaker in my resolve against it, and I think Simon knows, because he’s tripling down on the biting lately. Coffee’s gone cold? A bite. Remote’s gone missing? A bite. I changed the wifi password? Several bites. I had a good reason for it, but no, there was no forgiveness, only teeth.

He’s in my lap and he’s kissing me hard, shoved me back against the couch like he’s desperate for it, and he is. His tongue is everywhere, my lips are already sore from his teeth, his hands are hot under my shirt and I don’t even know what I did to get him worked up like this.

I’m not about to stop him though. “You make me come undone, Simon Snow,” I breath against his lips and he moans into our kiss, “You make me feel insane.”

“Show me,” He half-demands, half-begs as his kisses start wandering. His lips feel like fire against my collarbone and I can hear the thundering of his heart. “Show me how insane I make you…”

I’ve spoiled him, I know I have. I give him everything he wants, I give into his every demand, but there’s no going back on it now. I don’t regret doing it either. I love giving Simon everything I can, he’s so hungry for it, swallows it all down like he was made for me, asks me for more.

I’m kissing him still and he tugs at my lips, asking for a deeper kiss while he grinds over me, and I give it to him. I let my tongue trace the roof of his mouth and the heat of his tongue, and when I pull back I tug on his lips in turn. I give him just the barest taste of my teeth.

He nearly collapses on top of me.

“Simon?”

He leans up on his elbow, biting into his own lip over where my teeth had just been. He bites hard enough to make himself bleed. I don’t think he’d intended that, but he did it all the same. “You used teeth.”

I don’t think he can even taste his own blood he’s so caught up in the thought.

It’s a moral thing. I want to live my life with Simon Snow. If I drink human, I become more inhuman, I live forever, blah blah blah. I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about it too sodding much.

There is a drop of blood growing on Simon Snow’s lips.

I’m not thinking about it when my tongue darts out of it’s own accord and laps over the bite. I’m not thinking about it as that droplet runs over my tongue and back down my throat. I’m not thinking about it as I feel Simon start to run through my veins, as his taste fills my mouth.

The only thing I’m thinking about is that taste, that savory-sweet taste. It’s not like the blood I normally drink, but it is blood. It’s not like anything else I’ve ever tasted. I can’t find the words to describe it, and that would probably shock Simon more than the fact that I’d used teeth in the first place. I don’t stop to think about it.

I capture his split lip between mine and suck over it hard, tongue laving over it as I drink from him, letting myself linger in the flavour that is uniquely Simon Snow’s. I drink from that little wound until it’s given me all it can, and it’s not nearly enough, and in the same breath it’s entirely too much.

I didn’t even realize I’d flipped at some point in the process. My hands are poised on Simon’s shoulders, keeping him pinned down under me, my kisses turning tender over that small sore.

“You used teeth,” Simon says again as I lean off of him enough to regain myself.

I’m trying to think about my breathing, bring myself back to calm, but my veins are alight with Simon running through them. I’m thrumming with him. “I used teeth,” I manage to echo back.

“Do it again,” Simon asks, his hands finding their way back under my shirt, and I almost shake my head, denying us both.

But why not?

I’m already not thinking. I can’t think of a single reason why not.

I’m already pulling one of his hands away from my abdomen, letting the other linger there while I caress his palm against my cheek, against my lips, teasing the sharp edge of fang against it, lapping over the lines of his palm, tasting his sweat.

I am not thinking.

I am breathing Simon, tasting Simon, bleeding Simon.

And I want more.

I lay the tenderest of kisses against his wrist, feeling the pulse of it against my lips, thin, sensitive skin against thin, sensitive skin. “Do it again?” My voice comes out harsher than intended, giving me away entirely.

“Do it again,” Simon confirms. His eyes are fixed to mine, watching me lose myself in the sensations of him.

I don’t mind. I trust him. He trusts me. He wants it just as much as I do.

My fangs sink in against his wrist and he gasps like he’s forgotten how to breathe while I drink from him. Maybe he has. Maybe with both have.

I’m drinking from Simon Snow. I’m losing myself in Simon Snow. I’ve never felt more alive. I’ve never felt more dangerous. I could live on this, I think. He’d let me.

I might be addicted already.

He’s writhing under me when I pull off his wrist, and I must look some kind of way, but I can’t begin to imagine how. I keep kissing his wrist, licking up stray droplets, even as his nails dig into the soft underside of my jaw, begging my attention properly.

“Again,” He whines, and it is a proper whine.

I haven’t taken much for myself. I know I could.

I smirk down at him. “Later,” my words filter back in clearer, and I think I can see the details of him that much sharper, “I have other ways I want to eat you tonight, Simon Snow.”

#Carry On Countdown #COC 2023 #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #my writing #bite #this is where i admit i haven't read awtwb #i also haven't read ws #forgive me fandom #i have read carry on itself like 6 times though #anyway #this is precursor smut #i'm definitely going to write more of it for Ao3 #hope you enjoyed #if you saw the last #no you didn't

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Enemy

TW: Smut. Language. Semi-public sex. Degrading Language. Spanking. Choking. Blackmail

SUMMARY: Your enemies with benefits arrangement reaches a fever pitch the night of Kook’s party…

WORD COUNT: 2000

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Anonymous asked:

can you do smth where you're the biggest enemies with rafe but your chemistry is so good and intense that y'all can't help but be friends w benefits and every one of your fights ends with rough sex 😩😩yk spanking, slapping, choking, all of that 😳 so you're just fighting and arguing as usual one day and then he fucks the shit out of you lol, also pls add lots of dirty talk and degradation oops

Enemy

You didn't need another reason to hate him as he had given you plenty. You two couldn't be anymore different in every context, at least all but one...that lack of passion with anyone else. That rush of adrenaline and need taken and delivered to a partner who understood your kinks without judgement. And it was made worse by your tension, more specifically that red hot chemistry that left those around you in preparation to infiltrate before bloodshed. But it never got to that point, at least before the eyes of your individual friends. But it would be the reason for being kicked out of events with your lack of civility and shared hot-headedness. Only, unbeknownst to those same friends, that you two would fuck in the backseat of his truck or even the back of that same building as a means for an outlet.

And tonight would prove to be no different....

"Well if it isn't the littlest pogue..." Rafe teased, coming up to you as you glared at him as he was joined by Topper and Kelce. Meanwhile, Kie and Sarah let out a united sigh of annoyance as they knew what was about to come. The banter that quickly turned to genuine insults, and the final blows before someone on either side of your friend group would split you two apart.

"And if it isn't the dumbest kook-" The boys all looked at each other.

"I'll let you all decide on that one...either way-"

"And what makes you so smart, huh? Because looks to me you're too fucking dumb to know you aren't wanted here...or anywhere…"

"Oh really?" You cocked your brow. Another detail of your interactions were that nobody, absolutely nobody, knew how you truly released your frustrations against one another. It is what also made it that much more exciting for you two. It let your arguments act as foreplay. Those narrowed eyes and raised pulses as the touches you couldn't offer in public. And you both relished in that. This dirty little secret only you two shared.

"Anybody want to do body shots?!" You invited, a string of men and women already creating a line as Sarah tried to warn you against this as Kiara shook it off and helped you get set up.

"Looks to me like there are a LOT of people who want me, Rafe. And any one of them can have me." You moved even closer. "Everyone BUT you..." an echo of a kiss left his eyes to narrow as you were well aware how his eyes were on your sss as you turned from him.

Sometime later after your body was sticky with alcohol, he found you moving towards the bathroom.

"Someone finally convinced you to shower? Do they not have any soap on The Cut-" Your eyes fell to the lack of witnesses on you now, only an empty corridor that let you express your need to corrupt yourself in this dead-end interaction yet again.

"Actually...I had so many men's tongues up and down my body...made me so wet Rafe...I've gotta take care of myself..." You were able to slam the door in his face, locking it tight, before rolling your eyes at how easily he was effected by your words. While cleaning off your skin with a cloth, he made a fist against the door, barreling against it with that grasp, as he threatened you in repetition.

"Open the fucking door! I'll break the thing down if I have to! You think I'm fucking joking?! Don't try me!"

"Oh? And what are you gonna do, Rafe?" You teased before cleaning yourself up. But his battering continued, worsening against the door as the entire bathroom shook.

"Jesus Christ, Rafe, you're gonna tear the house-" You opened the door, slamming at his back as he rushed you towards the sink, bending you over it as you faced your mutual reflection.

"You wanna let other guys touch you like that and think i won't expect it? Such a dumb fucking slut. Needs my cock to straighten you out. Ain't that right?" You moaned to his words, your pussy throbbed at such degradation.

"Get off of me!" You fought, not wanting to have a recent bout in the bathroom of this house.

"Where's don't get to decode where where get fucked. They just GET fucked. So unless you want-" You tried to free yourself from him, but he would only lift your dress to your navel, you lack of panties making him scoff.

"You too dumb to remember to wear anything or just THAT fucking desperate." You groaned as he teased the lips, taking him in like quicksand as you moved your body to try and garner some form of friction for relief.

"My God, you’re pathetic. Lucky for you…I’m in a good mood watching all those other assholes take shots off of you…knowing none of them get to fuck you like me…” But to this inflation of his esteem, you met his eyes in the mirror before you both.

“Who says?”

He scoffed.

“Me.” He was undressed and inside of you in seconds, his face contorting to those looks of pleasure that made your fantasies alight against your hatred for him. Every blaring red flag and reminder that this would only be painful for you both as one was more possessive and intense than the other, nothing else seemed to matter but the release you could grant each other in this moment. But for Rafe, it would be more than a moment as he wanted to prolong it, wanting to make you understand just how beneath him you were.

“On your fucking knees.” He ordered as you prepared your mouth for him, licking your lips for what you’d assumed to be a rough assault on your throat as payment for his aggressiveness made against you. But instead, he would sit on the edge of the tub, cock in hand.

“Crawl…”

“Rafe..” You cocked your head as he suddenly rushed you, hair lifting your face up following the smack he set against your cheek,knowing just how hard to make contact, as you looked at him with eyes glazed over in lust.

“Crawl, bitch.” He demanded again, returning to the rim of the tub.

“Eyes to me. But don’t fucking touch me…” You obliged, moving slowly to allow the way your breasts fell towards gravity having taken the majority of his attention.

“Take it off. I hate that fucking dress, you look like a whore…” When sitting before him, your ass at rest to your heels, you would sit naked for him, his hand almost sweet against your cheek as a knock suddenly came to the door.

“Fuck off!” He charged as you chuckled beneath him.

“You think this is funny?”

“I think it’s funny how desperate you are to fuck me…What WOULD your friends think, Rafe? A dirty little pogue getting railed by you? How I can make you whimper for me…How you’ve come on every inch of me-” His eyes closed at the remembrance of your prior interactions, ones that still left marks on your skin from a lack of a safe word.

“Or maybe they’re just as willing…Maybe Topper-”

“He wouldn’t touch you…you’re too dirty…”

“And Kelce? I always see him staring at my ass…Maybe JJ would be-”

“Nobody touches you but me.”

“You don't own me, Rafe. I fuck you because you’re good at it, the only thing you’re good at, not because I love you…I wouldn’t love someone who treats me like you do…”

“I don’t need you to love me. But I have no interest in fucking someone who’s filled with someone else. So if you wanna come…you’re gonna pledge yourself to me.”

“Rafe-” His hand wrapped around your throat.

“It wasn’t a question or an option…So help me God, if you do anything but agree, I’ll carve my name in that pretty little ass so anyone even tries to take you like I know you like, and they’ll know they’re fucking with me.” You swallowed hard, a mindless action made difficult by the grip tightening around your throat.

“Not to mention what I’ll do to YOU if you let them…So I’m gonna mark you all up…make you breathless and dripping…crying and begging…every fucking chance I get. I don’t care who finds out…you’re mine-” Before you could object, his lips crashed to yours. His tongue was in a frenzy to yours, making you breathless in every possible way, before you were taken over the edge of the tub.

“I know you’ll say anything for my cock, so I’m gonna make you prove it so I know you aren’t lying to me-” A hand came to your bare ass, forcing you against the cold tub. But when he was only silent, that sting acting as the last form of contact, you would be forced to face him, watching him point his phone’s camera to you.

“Proof.”

“Blackmail-”

“A sex tape for later…” He corrected, “Either way, leverage…” You groaned in front of him as he recorded the way his cock disappeared into yoru sex.

“For someone who hates me, your pussy loves my cock-” He slapped your ass, your body sent forward once more as he brought the camera to your face.

“Ever wanted to go viral? You try me and you will be, I fucking gurantee you will-”

“Jesus Christ!”

“Hypocrite don't’ you think? Calling out to a God no matter how much of a fucking whore you are? Bet you don't pray for him unless it’s my cock pounding you, isn’t that right?”

“Please!” You pleaded once his hand came to your clit.

“Not until you say it. Say you’re mine and you get to come…”

But you clenched your teeth. Saying you were his meant more than dry words spoken in the moment. It meant possession and possessiveness; a portion of it thrilling you, but a larger having reminded you that all this would all just be chaos. But your body’s current state and that consistent edging left you desperate.

“I’m yours!”

“Again-look at me, at the camera! Tell me it again, bitch.”

“I’M YOURS, RAFE!” You belted as he nodded, thrusting into you and making himself come first before allowing you that promised release. Your thighs drenched with a mix of cum as he would take the camera down the cascade.

“She fucking squirted for me…Even further proof-”

“I hate you, Rafe…” You spoke through your breathless breathing as he scoffed.

“But you’ll keep letting me fuck you because you need it. Because no pogue or kook-no tourist-nobody else will get the chance to prove me wrong. And if you’re stupid enough to test me, I’ll make you so fucking sorry…”

“I already am sorry I met you…”

“And yet, you’ll STILL come back to me.” He took hold of your jaw, pulling his phone to view, “Maybe next time I’ll let you record me…We can watch it…make you touch yourself?” You clenched your jaw, your hand swiping across his cheek as he scoffed.

“Next time. You’re gonna pay for that…” He would release you following an aggressive kiss as you were left in the debris he left behind. Even if you were rushed with temporary guilt to what you’d allow him to do to you, the moments with him were incomparable. The rush of what i meant to fuck Rafe Cameron was enough to silence those degrading words and abuse he’d allowed. And you knew, just as he did, that you WOULD be back, or he would simply take you anyway…

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theamericanfriend1977 · 11 days

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For the movie asks, all the Fibonacci numbers (1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21)!

i apologize in advance if i repeat suggestions i've made in the past i have the absolute worst memory (and i feel like you've got so much more film knowledge than me!!)

1 -- a film in the IMDB Top 250

sunset boulevard (1950) dir. billy wilder

it's incredible to watch a film that you realize while watching has influenced and been directly referenced in so many other films you've seen before. watching cecil b demented and then realizing john waters references the ending of sunset boulevard makes it so much more fun for people who love film... people love to say tarantino is stealing from old movies but like anyone who loves film is going to want to recreate or at the very least acknowledge their influences in their own films... it's such an important part to being a cinephile imo and it unites the creator and audience with that shared love...

2 -- an indie film

punishment park (1971) dir. peter watkins

they actually used real political activists and nonactors in this film but it's so believably acted and frustrating and funny in a pitch black way. foreign audiences actually believed this was happening the film was so realistic (and it was blacklisted in many US theaters)

3 -- a foreign language film

la strada (1954) dir. federico fellini

you can't convince me that la strada wasn't influenced by the stooge (1951) they are just way too similar... giuletta is so expressive and tragic it's one of my favorite italian films for sure

5 -- an animated film

princess mononoke (1997) dir. hayao miyazaki

i watch almost no animation whatsoever but this film really had an impact on me and gave me a lot of environmental and existential hopelessness! it's radical in a way i hadn't seen other animated films be (but also i don't seek out animation. if anyone has any recs i am open to them!)

8 -- a film from the year you were born

fear and loathing in las vegas (1998) dir. terry gilliam

i realized i already mentioned velvet goldmine and surrender dorothy, my two favorites from this year so i'm going to go with this one. it's been a long time since i've seen it but it was really influential for me as a baby cinema fan in high school

13 -- a film whose main genre is Drama

martha (1974) dir. rainer werner fassbinder

ohhhhhh my god this film is so heavy ohhhhh man. just absolutely completely bleak holy shit. top 3 fassbinder for sure it's such an accurate study of domestic violence relationships...

21 -- a film with a great needle drop/soundtrack/score

wings of desire (1987) dir. wim wenders

something about new german cinema directors and their use of music because i contemplated mentioning the american friend again or beware of a holy whore/in a year with 13 moons/ fox and his friends from rwf. but the crime and the city solution and nick cave scenes are incredible!! wim wenders has such good music taste and has been incredibly influential on my own

#i stay yapping sorry!

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chattahoochiecoochie · 1 year

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I’d Go Back

Summary: Lewis spends a night alone with his thoughts, thinking about the childhood he’s left behind, and what he’d give to get it back

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: So. Brocedes. Tyler Childers. An offhand ask I sent to @effervescentdragon and here we are. Lots of angst, lots of gratuitous longing. The friends you make when you’re too young to control it, those are the kind that make you ache in the night when you hit adulthood.

He’s already reached for the phone once tonight, wondering if it might be worth it to call down for an extra pillow or two, maybe a blanket to scrunch up until the extra space disappears. Reaching for it a second time would be pathetic. He lets his hand fall, pulling his arm slowly beneath the mountain of blankets he’s already made.

He’s had a good few months, almost eight. Longer than he’s made it before. Tonight shouldn’t be any different. An empty hotel room, an emptier bed. But it is different, Lewis can feel it. His hands are restless beneath the blankets, and his legs are worse. He’s kicked himself into a cage, caught in a mess of satiny sheets and a thick cotton duvet.

It’s pitch black, which is his own fault. Leaving the curtains open wouldn’t have let him sleep easy, but it might have kept out that lonely feeling that the darkness seemed to let in. Moreover, it’s so, so cold. And he can remember a time when it wasn’t.

Lewis writhes for a moment, fighting off the chill that’s run down his spin. It runs back up until it sits on his shoulders, tail like a lit firecracker, whipping across his skin until the hair on his neck stands up. He rolls to the left, body searching for warmth that isn’t there. Still frustrated, he tries the right side. There never was anything over there, he always slept on the left, and Lewis on the right.

Twisting onto his back again, his fists curl in the sheets. He’s angry that he thought to roll over at all. Lewis kicks his legs, wrestling the pile of fabric he’s trapped himself in as if it might suddenly put up a fight.

It washes over him without warning, and before he can kick the duvet again, he’s laying limp beneath it, helpless as the latch on the memory is undone.

It’s pitch black when Nico wakes him up, elbowing him in the ribs. Nico’s all bones still, pointy and angular in the way only a teenage boy can be. Heavy eyes half open, he looks over at his friend, trying to brace himself for another assault.

“You took all the blankets.” Nico’s voice is soft, cracking on the syllables from a mix of exhaustion and puberty. His fingers prod Lewis beneath the covers, full of accusation.

“Did not.” Lewis laughs, rolling over to put his head on Nico’s pillow.

“Did—get off my pillow!”

Lewis laughs again, rolling across the bed until he’s nearly on top of the other boy. “It’s my bed. So my blankets, my pillows.”

“Yes but it’s a sleepover so you have to share. Give me the fuzzy one.” Nico stretches a hand through the dark. Lewis pulls the fuzzy blanket towards himself, regretting the theft when he suddenly becomes claustrophobic.

“Nope.” He grins over the pile of blankets. “Get your own.”

“Fine. Be that way.” Warmth spreads across Lewis as his friend draws closer, arms out as he tries to wrench the blankets from his grasp. Before long they are wrestling each other, the fuzzy red blanket an innocent bystander as they pull and kick at one another, trying to hide their laughter.

A knock at the door interrupts the fight, Anthony Hamilton’s tired voice can be heard through the wood and as carefully as they can, the two boys separate from one another. Clamoring off of Lewis’s waist, Nico slips back down into the twin size bed.

Satisfied by the resulting silence, Anthony’s loud steps back down the hall. “Goodnight boys.”

“I almost had you.” Nico whispers, turning his head so it rests beside Lewis’s shoulder. Their noses touch when Lewis turns to deny it. “Did not.”

The temperature seems to drop around him as tears begin to prick his eyes. Eight months is a long time to hold a memory at bay, and it would seem—not long enough to forget one.

It’s always this way. He gets his time without them, finds a way to live without them—without him—and then, when it’s too cold or too dark or too quiet, they come back. Every memory, every thought, every word caught on his tongue.

He lets his fist curl for a moment, relishing in the pain as his fingernails pierce the skin of his palms. Squeezing his eyes shut, he holds his hands steady, wondering if he might draw blood if he strains too hard.

It doesn’t matter, he can’t hold out long enough anyway. The tension breaks moments later as his body goes slack, his mouth open as a dry, wracked cry echoes through the room. “Nico, please.”

His voice sounds so shallow, so distant. Please, Nico. Lewis bites his tongue, bracing against the ache that's begun to well up inside his chest. It’s deep, he can feel it in his ribs, the sinking raw weight of regret. “I—I…”

I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’d give them all back if you’d come back to me. All of them. Every last one down to the ribbons. I. I. I. I know I won’t but I wish that I could.

I know I won’t but I wish that I could.

All that fighting and the counting and the constant comparing. I’m sorry, he cries. And he is. He means it. He beats down on the mattress with his fists balled. They fought like dogs until the very end. There was a time when they didn’t, a time before the numbers mattered, before the differences were everything, but he can’t remember it.

“I’m gonna win one, one day.” Nico says it a lot, always with a toothy grin on his face.

“We both will.” Lewis says back. “I’m gonna win a bunch.”

“I think one is enough. Just to know I did it.” Nico is looking at the trophy shelf in his room. It’s fancier than Lewis’s, but Lewis has more, not that anyone's counting. They are, but not like that, Lewis thinks.

“Nah, like Fangio with five. Or Ayrton with three. You think anyone could get more than five?”

“We can.” This answer is never enough for Lewis, its offered anyways.

“Not combined though. I want to win more than five. I want to be—”

“Boys! Let’s go!” Nicos dad is yelling from the bottom of the stairs, they’ll be late to the tournament unless they get on the road soon.

“I call front!” Lewis is grinning, quicker off the bed and to the door than Nico. The last thing Lewis sees before he hits the hall is the glint in Nico’s eyes as the blond boy sets off after him.

For as far back as his mind can stretch they had been that way. And for what? For this? Alain lost his rival in death, in the bitter end. Nico had gone on a Sunday in November.

Lewis rolls onto his side, pulling his knees to his chest as the ache sinks deeper. It’s a silly comparison, one that makes his mouth taste sour. They weren’t rivals. They had been friends. They’d been boys.

They had been boys. And god if he wouldn’t give anything to go back. To see a scrawny kid staring back at him in the mirror, to feel in all the places he couldn’t now. To get back to any of it, all the bad, and all the good.

His mind wanders through the fantasy, plucking it apart like a crow to a corpse. It's raw, picked apart. He’s been through this one a thousand times, torturing himself with every fine detail.

“Alright boys, what do you want?”

“Vanilla.” Looking over from where he’s laid in Lewis’s lap, he catches Lewis as he nods in agreement. “Both vanilla, dad.”

Nico turns back to his homework, its math, the workbook is faded from frequent travel. He’s only half been paying attention, but Keke will get mad at them both if they don’t at least pretend to focus on it. Good grades are the price they pay to race, that's what he says.

Putting a hand on Nico’s head, he busies himself with his own workbook, history. Left hand holding it at the centerfold, his right hand toys with Nico’s hair, winding a strand of fine blond hair through his fingers.

The drive thru line is long, and when they finally pull up to the window, he is mid sentence on paragraph three. Nico moves in his lap, kicking his feet out across the back row as he draws upwards to take the ice cream cone from his father in the front seat. His hair slips from Lewis’s hands.

He tosses the book aside, looking for something to prop himself up with so he can lay back at an angle. His book bag will do. He puts in on Lewis’s lap and then leans down again, grinning as vanilla ice cream smears on his upper lip.

“Don’t stop on my account.” Lewis grins back at him, reaching for the second ice cream cone before abandoning his own workbook—sentence forgotten. With a delicate hand, he winds his fingers back through Nico’s hair, smirking as he finds a waft caked with dried champagne.

The tears have stopped coming and his breath has evened. He lies still on the mattress, clinging to the sheets. It’s been a long time since then. Peaking through red eyes, he sees his phone on the nightstand, and for a moment, he wonders if it's been long enough.

A/N: The lyrics in the banners are from a song by Tyler Childers called Jersey Giant. He’s never released the song himself, as its about a woman he met before his wife, Senora May. He did however let Elle King cover it and she does it brilliant justice.

#i cannot believe this is where i am in my life #i am sick for these two #and this song does them so much justice its making my heart ache #jesus christ #brocedes #f1 rpf #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1blr

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