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channieismyboy · 1 year

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sleepy cuddles - skz headcanons

members: ot8 x gn!reader

genre: fluff; headcanons of what i think skz would be like if they wanted cuddles with you late at night. - masterlist

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chan - tugging your shirt to not let you leave

you and chan have been lying down in bed for a while now

it's late at night, both of you are cuddled up against each other, scrolling on your phones

you're sitting comfortably in his warm lap, until you realize just how late it is

"baby i think we should try to get ready for bed," you say while looking back at chan

as you're talking you try to get up from his hold

until chan's impeccable instincts kick in

and he grabs onto the black shirt you are wearing that he gave you, to halt your actions

you look at him once more, "you're not allowed to leave darling"

there is an expression that chan always wears when he wants something from you, and you can never say no to it (and the man uses it religiously)

it is a type of loving sincerity in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat

"just stay with me for five more minutes, love. then we can get ready, okay?" he says, his tone so endearing, it persuades you to give into his cute antics

so you stay there for five minutes, then ten, then another 20

until you're fast asleep into his hold

minho - holding out his arms

you and minho decided to have a sleepover together

as the night comes closer, you both begin getting ready for bed

your boyfriend finishes his skincare much quicker than you, which is predictable

you love to use both yours and his products, because somehow his are always more soothing and better than yours

everytime he catches you using some sort of face cream or lotion of his he just glares (it’s a loving glare)

but you go right ahead and still use them, because you know that he doesn't mind you using his things

since your boyfriend is done, he waits for you on the bed until you join him

the moment he sees you all fresh and glowy while exiting the bathroom, he opens up his arms and wears a bright smile, inviting you to join him

"baby, come here! i need you in my hold," he says

"i'm coming don't worry," you laugh at his adorable behavior

once you settle into his warm grasp, you snuggle your head into his neck

"you know y/n, i don't mind you using my skincare, you just take too long," minho says to you in a quiet voice

"oh really? then how about you do it for me instead?" you question playfully

"next time, i will."

changbin - falling asleep during a movie

you and changbin are finally able to spend some quality time together

he's been so busy with his schedules, but you both found a time that worked

so, you both decided to stay in and watch a movie late at night

however, there's a slight problem

because it's so late at night, changbin keeps falling asleep

everytime you look at him to see his reaction to a funny moment in the movie, his head is tilted to the side, and his eyes are closed

he looks way to adorable right now, but you want to watch with him

"changbin baby, please wake up. we have to watch a movie together," you whisper gently into his ear

he wakes up slightly and grumbles "no i'm awake, i was just resting my eyes," (mhm sure you are)

you laugh at him and his denials to falling asleep, when you can clearly see he's already asleep

"well what's it gonna take to wake you up hm?"

he now suddenly wakes up and looks at you cutely, "cuddle me until i wake up,"

you both know that he won't ever wake up, but you decide to cuddle your too good to be true boyfriend

you both stay there on the couch, in each others arms until the morning comes

hyunjin - opening the light and him complaining

you decide to surprise hyunjin with a late night snack

so you head to his dorm and greet the 3racha members who also live there, you ask where hyunjin is so you can surprise him

they say he's sleeping, but that doesn't stop you

you head to his room quietly, and open the door

you are greeted with a sleeping dumpling in his bed

you take a second to admire the loose strands of hair that are scattered across his face

then you look to your right and see all the artworks, and leftover sketches spread out messily on his desk

you want to move them, so you can place the food on the desk instead without damaging his work

so you turn on the light to see your surroundings better

however, that caused hyunjin to wake up all groggy

"turn off the lights-" he says in a moody tone, but he gets caught off the moment he sees your face

suddenly his expression and tone become a lot softer at the sight of his pretty partner

"why are you here? i thought you were han annoying me again for a sec"

"no silly it's me." you say with a laugh

"i got us some late night snacks. let's eat together." you say to him gently

"okay baby, but lets cuddle first" hyunjin says, opening the covers to invite you in

jisung - wrapping an arm around your waist

you and jisung are both homebodies, it's a well known fact

so your dates are usually spent in the comfort of his dorm

you both decided to go to bed early instead of staying up to watch a movie

you wake up in the middle of the night and try to get into a more comfortable position

you attempt to move away from jisung for a bit, so you can stretch a little

however, your actions were cute short as han reached his arm out and wrapped it around your waist, and pulled you incredibly close to him

you feel your back touch his chest and abdomen, and his warm steady breaths on your exposed shoulder

his hold on you is tight, "it's better like this," is all he says before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder

you smile at his comment, "alright baby, if you insist. goodnight."

"goodnight baby, i'll be dreaming of you."

felix - distracting you from work

it's currently late at night, and here you are slumped over on your bed and facing your computer

you have been trying to get through all the piles of unattended assignments

and you haven't stopped since a few hours ago

you boyfriend however, has been making it difficult to focus, as he's now negotiating with you to halt your work

"come on baby, you've been working all day!" (it's only been two hours) "you should take a break and spend time with me," felix says

he has come to join you on the bed and is now laying his head on your lap

"i'm sorry lixie, but i really need to focus on my work. give me another hour that's it" you say, your eyes haven't left your computer

yet you can still see the sad expression plastered on your clingy boyfriend's face in your peripheral vision

that face always makes you look at it, so you look down to meet felix's eyes

he smiles now that he's gained a bit of your attention

so, he resumes his nagging

"it's almost twelve in the morning y/n," (it's 9 p.m.) "it's too late for you to work. let's cuddle instead,"

you look at your computer then you face felix, you repeat this motion for a second time

cuddling felix seems way more fun than doing homework, plus you've finished a good amount of work already

"alright fine, you win. but you gotta let me work in a few hours okay?"

"okay." felix says while engulfing you in a tight hug. he knows he won't let you work until the next day

seungmin - falling asleep with glasses on

you catch seungmin half asleep on the bed as you enter the room with some tea

he asked you to make some for him because 'y/n's is always better' (he's just too lazy to do it himself)

nevertheless, you agree and make some lavender tea

yet when you come he's laid comfortably on the fluffy surface with a warm knit cover to keep him warm

he looks so cute you can't stop yourself from taking pictures of him at every angle, as you set the tea down

(you can't wait to show him in the morning and see his annoyed expression)

but you notice one thing, his glasses are still on

you try your best to remove them without waking seungmin

but the moment you touch the frames, he opens his eyes and looks at you

you're able to remove them quickly and set them aside

you see seungmin look at you quietly, "hi" you say

he doesn't answer, instead he takes you by the arm, and makes you lay on top of him

"uh seungmin baby, i can't move" you say, voice restrained a bit at the position you're in

"that's what you get for waking me," he says

"i was doing you a favour you know, and i got us tea"

"well, your reward is laying on top of me," he retorts

jeongin - laying on his chest

you feel at peace right now

you’re laying in bed with your caring boyfriend jeongin

you both decide to sleep after a long day spent together

as you lay beside him, you notice that he seems a bit sad

since this is unusual, sp you ask your sweet boyfriend why he has that look on his face

"i can't sleep without holding you in my arms." he simply states

you feel a smile forming on your face (how can a grown man be this adorable?)

"then how about i lay on your chest?" you ask

he nods and lays on his back

you get into position and cover you and your boyfriend until you're both snuggled against each other

his chest of comfortable, and you hear his heartbeat faintly

with rises and falls of his chest, you feel yourself become more and more tired

"aw you look so cute," you hear jeongin say. "i bet you'll sleep faster if i play with your hair."

"i'm willing to take that bet," you say

his fingers gently massaging your scalp make you drift even deeper to sleep, until your breaths are even, and eyes completely closed

"goodnight love," jeongin says, before he too falls asleep

a/n: hey babes, i tried to find snearios that matched skz , i hope i did a good job!! i hope you're all doing well <3

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lil-elle · 5 months

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Overbooked

group: riize

pair: anton x fem!reader

genre: forced proximity, fluff, suggestive

word count: 4.3k

content: coarse language, kissing, nsfw implications

a/n: the way I've been in such an Anton mood recently is insane

“Uhhh…who'd you say booked this room for us..?” Anton questioned, his voice cracking slightly.

“Seunghan, why, what's wrong?” You stood on your tiptoes, his 6 foot height blocking you from peaking into the room.

“Fucking Seunghan…” he mumbled under his breath. Letting out a shaky breath, he took a few more steps into the room, allowing you to squeeze through the doorway past him.

Your eyes roamed the pristine hotel room, grazing the lush grey carpeting, the silky white curtains, and the wide screen TV mounted on the wall. It was a very elegant room, and you thanked Seunghan in your head for getting it for you…that was until your gaze landed on the lone king sized bed against the left wall, wrapped cleanly in white silk sheets and decorated with plush pillows and two towels sat at the end of it.

“Oh…” You cautiously glanced up at him, his head turned towards the wall with only his bright red pierced ears peeking through his hair as a hint to the thoughts running through his mind.

You placed a soft hand on his arm, to which he trembled almost unnoticeably. “Hey, it's fine. I can sleep on the floor.” You reassured him. He whipped his head around, revealing that the red from his ears had spread to his cheeks too.

“N-no! I'll sleep on the floor, it's alright!” The determined look on his face told you that he wasn't backing down from this and that there was no point in arguing. You smiled softly at him, warmed by his charming sweetness and slight stubbornness.

“Thank you…Anton…” His pupils dilated and you watched as the splotchy red on his cheeks spread to the rest of his face and his lips parted, taking in a quick and sharp breath of air. Suddenly he spun around, stomping towards the bed and landing face down onto the soft and sweet smelling sheets. You hurried over to him, concerned, and reached him just in time to hear a muffled “...when I catch you, Seunghan…”

After you two got settled in, kicking your shoes off, placing your bags in the corner of the room and plugging your phones in to charge on either side of the bed, he picked up one of the towels folded neatly on the end. He looked up at you as you melted into a large cushioned chair next to the bed, his complexion back to its regular pinkish olive colour. “I'll go shower really quick, ‘kay?” The sun had begun to set, casting an orange light across the room and prompting you two to start getting ready for bed.

“Okayyy.” You smiled happily at him and heard him gasp lightly again before he quickly disappeared into the bathroom.

The sound of the running water thrummed again your ears as you closed your eyes and settled further into the chair, noticing just how soft it really was. Without even realising, you drifted off, the noise of the shower and the comfort of the chair lulling you to sleep.

Your consciousness slowly drifted back to you as you felt a gentle poke to your cheek, your eyes fluttering open and meeting a very familiar face. His wet bangs brushed gently against your forehead and his round doe eyes went wide as he processed you looking at him. He somehow ended up with his back against the wall on the other side of the room within a second, his forehead all the way down to his neck flushed a deep red. “I-I didn't, I mean-”

You took in the sight of him, damp hair, plain grey shirt drizzled with wet spots from where water droplets fell from his hair, black sweatpants emphasising his long legs. And on top of all of that he was blushing. Hard. You couldn't deny how charming he looked in this moment.

You spoke up, ignoring the obvious heat creeping up the back of your neck and up to your ears, “I-I should shower now…”

You picked up the other towel, and some pyjamas you'd folded next to it, and rushed to the bathroom, heat overtaking your face. As you passed him, you could've sworn you could hear his heartbeat, fast and hard against his chest.

Locking yourself away in the bathroom, you gazed at yourself in the fogged up mirror. From the sight of your whole face, a deep crimson colour, you could tell the heat covering your body was not from the humidity in the small bathroom.

The shower passed by in a daze. You couldn't believe how many times your brain replayed the scene of waking up to Anton's face so deathly close to yours. Close enough that his freshly washed bangs left a streak of water on your forehead. Close enough that you could feel his breath. Close enough that you could've kis–

Your hairbrush fell to the floor with a clang, startling you out of your thoughts. You met your own wide eyes in the mirror as his muffled voice coming from outside the door filled your ear. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah…yeah, fine…” You responded, bending down to pick yourself hairbrush back up, a slight uncertainty in your voice.

“Be careful, please.” His soft, concerned voice filtering through the door stuck a needle in your heart and you placed the brush onto the vanity with a sigh.

You rushed through your routine, washing and moisturising your face, scrunching your hair with the towel to dry it as much as you could, and slipping into your pyjamas. Cautiously, you opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out, taking in the room now with the blinds closed and the lamps on each bedside table filling the room with warm yellow light. Anton was seated back in the chair you previously slept in, bringing the image of his face so close to yours back into your mind once again.

You took a step forward and the floorboard creaked under you, catching his attention and causing him to look up from his phone. Instantly, he froze. There was no way he was hiding the almost neon red that covered his face within a second of seeing you. Your damp hair, you draped in a shirt a little too big for you, your shorts barely peeking out from under it. The cold wetness of your hair against the back of your neck contrasted the warmth of your skin as you tried to push down the hard thrumming of your heart.

You walked forward, watching as his adams apple bobbed nervously and his eyes traced over your figure as if he was in a daze. You made your way to your bag, tucking your previously worn clothes into it, desperately trying to ignore the heat radiating from your cheeks. You didn't understand why you suddenly felt this way, why the unfinished fantasy of what Anton could've done that close to your face wouldn't leave your mind.

You slipped between the cold silk sheets as you watched Anton meticulously set up a “bed” on the floor next to you with an extra sheet he found. The pitiful set up had you feeling guilty for making him do this, and a subtle thought poked at your brain, a thought that made your cheeks flare up again for the 20th time that night. “H-hey Anton, maybe I should-”

“No. It's fine. You stay there.” He reassured as he slipped between the thin sheet, barely separating him from the hard ground beneath him. He turned off the lamp on his side and you turned off the other one in response, leaving the room dark and silent. The only thing that broke through the silence was the sound of his soft breathing, somehow loud in your right ear as you stared up at the ceiling. The sound of your heartbeat joined not long after, rippling through your body and keeping you from drifting off to sleep. Minutes passed, though you couldn’t tell how many.

“A-Anton…?” You stuttered softly, to which he responded with a low groan, ringing through your ear and bringing heat to your cheeks. “...are you awake…?” You heard him chuckle lightly.

“Of course,” the sound of rustling fabric came from your right side and you just knew he was shifting around to face your direction, “why, what's up?”

“It's just…it can't be comfortable down there…” Your voice was laced with guilt as you spoke.

“Hey. I'm not making you sleep on the floor…okay?” His concern made your heart flutter in a way you hadn't felt before.

There was silence for a moment and you took a deep breath before speaking again. “Well what if…” you heard his breathing slow to a stop, as if he was holding his breath and waiting for you to continue. “What if…we both sleep…in the bed…”

The familiar sound of a sharp breath in, followed by silence. The silence continued to stretch out with no sign from Anton that he was going to respond. Had he fallen asleep?

You quickly turned over and flicked the lamp on, letting your gaze land on where you knew he was laying on the floor. His long figure, outlined by the thin sheet draped over him, was laid flat on his back, his hands completely covering his face. His ears were once again giving away his true feelings, bright red behind his long black hair. As if it was contagious, your own ears heated up along with your cheeks. “...A-Anton..?” His breath caught in his throat and you watched as he parted his fingers, peeking up at you.

In a weak and almost inaudible voice, he spoke, “Are you serious…?”

You nodded gently, biting the inside of your lip. He covered his eyes again and rolled over, turning his back to you as he mumbled, the only words you were able to pick up being “...fuck…Seunghan, why…she's so…”

He suddenly sat up with a strained sigh, propping himself up with one of his hands and the other still covering his face. With a better view of his features, you could now see the very familiar sight of him blushing bright red. “An-”

“...fuck it.” He picked himself up off of the ground and turned to face you, his eyes looking anywhere but at you. “Scoot over…” A wide smile overtook your features and you quickly shimmied to the other side of the bed, giving him space to crawl in with you. His slightly shaky hand pulled the covers back and he hesitantly layed down, as if afraid that making contact with the clean sheets would dirty them somehow. He laid awkwardly staring at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. You turned over to lean on your side, looking towards him.

“Anton…?” You spoke suddenly, making him flinch.

“Uh- huh?” His throat sounded dry and his gaze didn't move from a single spot on the ceiling.

“Can you…turn the lamp off?” There was a soft smile on your face, like you were enjoying seeing him so anxious and flustered. Despite that, your heart was still pounding harder than you've ever felt and your whole body burned like you had a fever.

“O-oh…” his voice cracked and he quickly reached his long arm behind him and flicked off the lamp, leaving the room in total darkness once again.

The air around you felt heavy with tension as you both laid there in the darkness. It was just like before, the only sound making its way to your ears being his breathing, only this time it was much closer and faster.

You don't know what prompted you to do it, but you extended your right arm out, your knuckles brushing against his arm lightly and making him twitch. His breathing caught in his throat and the silence that flooded the room made the tension all the more dense and palpable. You trailed the tip of your finger down his arm until you felt the veins on the back of his hand and you swore that you could hear his heart pounding against his ribs. Heat sat overwhelmingly on your cheeks as your fingers clamoured against his hand, intertwining themselves with his. His hand was much larger than yours, fitting with his height but not the soft and introverted personality he presented. He hesitated, his fingers sitting limply between yours, but after a few moments his hand tightened and embraced yours, the sound of his heartbeat only becoming louder.

You could've cut the tension in the room with a knife as you two laid hand in hand in silence, your hearts beating in sync.

Him accepting your hand hold made you bolder and the darkness in the room that obscured you two from seeing each other encouraged your confidence. Slowly, you scooted closer to him, as if afraid to startle him away. He took a breath in, as if he was able to feel your warmth get stronger.

“Y/n…” His voice was soft and deep like usual, although there was a slight strain to it, like he was holding something back. You turned your head, eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, to see him lying on his side, his head resting on the pillow. His eyes looked at you with emotion you've never seen before, emotion that overwhelmed you and forced the butterflies in your stomach to go wild.

He brought your hand that he was holding up to his lips, pressing them against the back of your hand so softly and your flustered brain struggled to comprehend where he got this boldness from. “Anton…” Your voice was weak and breathy, staring back into his siren-like gaze as he held his lips to your hand.

His lips disconnected from your skin with a subtle wet smack and he spoke, his voice rough and quiet. “I'm glad it's so dark in here right now…I'm sure my face is burning up…”

“You–” your trembling voice was cut off by his hand letting go of yours and moving to rest on your waist. His strong hand grasped your hip before pulling you closer to him, your hands coming to rest against his chest. You looked up at him with a shine in your eyes, just shocked by his actions. He sighed softly before chuckling to himself.

“Y'know, Seunghan definitely did this on purpose.” His eyes stared deeply into yours as you processed his words.

“H-huh…?”

“Booking us a room with one bed? Totally on purpose.” His pinky finger fidgeted with the fabric of your shirt, pulling and twisting it with obvious nervousness.

He leaned his forehead against yours as his gaze stayed locked on your eyes, your breath catching in your throat.

He muttered something so quietly that the only reason you were able to pick it up was because of his proximity and the deathly silence that occupied the rest of the room. “...Should never have told him I like you…”

Suddenly every thought in your head came to a halt as his words played over and over again in your mind. It was as if you were forced onto a treadmill, your heart rate rising like crazy and your breathing heavy.

“Y-you…”

He sighed, closing his eyes and nuzzling against your forehead slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he confirmed your uncertainty. “...Yup…” His voice cracked slightly and you heard him swallow anxiously as he opened his eyes to gaze at you again. He chuckled awkwardly to himself, “It's a little obvious…”

You struggled to speak, your throat dry with nerves, but you managed to get just his name out in a slightly scratchy, whiny tone. “Anton…” You watched a shiver run through him as the breath that uttered his name hit his lips. His eyes dropped to your lips and his breathing slowed. The moment seemed to last for hours, despite it only being a few seconds before he met your gaze again.

“Y/n…” his voice, barely above a whisper at this point, speaking your name like that made you let out a soft gasp for air, like you were drowning. “Can I…?” His eyes gestured down at your lips again and when they flew back up to meet yours they were glossy and full of emotion, almost pleading.

Your lips were parted, trying to take in as much air as you could to fuel your rapidly beating heart. His implication muddled your thoughts and you felt as if you were free-falling. You squeezed your eyes shut before taking that final leap and nodding, giving him the reassurance and consent he needed to do something he'd waited so long to do.

His hand on your waist slid up slowly, his fingertips trailing along your arm and coming to rest on your cheek. You could feel his hand trembling.

Almost in slow motion, he closed the gap between you and him, his soft pillowy first only grazing yours and you found yourself fighting a full-body shiver. His breath was hot, almost unbearably so as it covered your lips.

He was hesitating, refusing to finish closing the gap, making you restless.

“An-” With that your mouth was sealed, your words swallowed by the sudden push of his lips to yours. An inaudible squeak pushed up through your throat, drowned out by the soft wet sounds of his lips pressing repeatedly to yours.

He was desperate, much more than you'd expected. It was obvious now that this was something he's wanted to do for a very long time.

His breathing turned to panting as his fingers tightened against your cheek.

“An-mm-”

He used his other arm to prop himself up, putting him in a position where he was leaning over you, his lips still relentless in stealing air from your lungs. His bangs fell against your forehead, light and fluffy from his shower earlier that night, making an obvious shiver run through you.

What you didn't expect was his response to that shiver, a melodic hum from deep in his throat that made you see stars.

His hand trailed back down to your waist, gripping and bunching your shirt in his fist as he tilted his head for a better angle. You gasped for breath against his lips, overwhelmed with the sudden passion he'd drowned you in, but he only submerges you further when he takes the opportunity to flick his tongue against your bottom lip. You gasped, this time with shock and you didn't even notice your hand pushing against his chest, prying his lips from yours.

For a moment, you two just looked at each other's faces, his bright red even in the dark room, his lips parted as he breathed heavily, and his eyelids sitting half-closed. The light coating of saliva on his lips made your head heat up even more and you licked your own unconsciously, making his eyes immediately dart back down to stare at them.

“Y/n…” his voice was raspy and deep, making you squeak with surprise. His hand tightened on your waist and your breath only sped up, anticipating his next words. “I think…I need…to sleep on the floor….” Your eyes shot open at his unexpected words, words that came out through heavy breaths and you were surprised at how he was still out of breath.

“A-Ant-”

“I don't want to stop…” He whispered, almost inaudibly, and it was only now you noticed the look of lust in his eyes. “So…I need to sleep on the floor…”

You sat stunned as he pried himself off of you and made his way back to the makeshift bed on the floor. You couldn't even utter a single word, the memory of the way he was looking down at you, almost like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days, burned into your mind. What surprised you most, though, was the way your heart fluttered and your stomach turned at the sight.

“A-are you sure?” You managed to stutter out, lifting yourself up to look at him, only for your gaze to meet his broad back. He stayed silent, the audible rapid beat of his heart giving you enough of an answer. You laid back down, your face going red with embarrassment at the thought that you were slightly disappointed.

Safe to say you didn't get a wink of sleep that night, fully awake to welcome the first chirps of the birds outside and the orange light of the sunrise streaming through the blinds. You didn't even spare a glance for Anton as you packed up your individual belongings and cleaned the room, a slave to the way your heart threatened to burst from your chest at the slightest glance of his messy bed hair or busy hands making the bed and gathering his things.

You both made your way out of the room, bags slung over your backs, walking an awkward distance apart from each other as you struggled to keep a blush from overtaking your face. Even his finger pressing the button for the elevator was too much for you, keeping your eyes glued to the floor until you heard the ding signalling the arrival of the elevator. You stepped into the elevator cautiously, your mind swimming at the realisation that you'd be in this small space with just him, if even for a few moments, being too much for you.

The subtle rumbling of the elevator as it travelled floor to floor filled your ears and you could feel heat on the back of your neck from the now close proximity of him.

You were quickly pulled from your chaotic train of thought by the elevator suddenly coming to a stop. Your eyes darted up to the screen above the buttons reading “5” when it should say “G”.

“W-what happened…?” You stuttered out, still unable to bring yourself to look at him. Although, it was a pointless endeavour, as he suddenly invaded your vision, stepping in front of you to spam the button that opens the door. Unsurprisingly, the doors didn't respond, and it seemed you were completely stuck.

“Great…” he sighed, leaning back against the wall and sliding down. For the first time all morning, you were able to look directly at him, your worry taking over all other emotions. You carefully sat down next to him, ignoring the beat of your heart as you peered into his face.

“W-what…do we do…?” You questioned, a slight shake in your voice.

He sighed before leaning his cheek against his knees, looking at you softly.

“There isn't much we can do except sit here and wait for someone to show up and help us.” His soft gaze brought a subtle heat to your cheeks and you questioned how it took you so long to realise you liked him. Suddenly, another realisation hit you like a lightning bolt.

“...Should never have told him I like you…”

His words replayed in your mind. He likes you…and you like him…

Your face flared up, something he definitely noticed as his eyes got slightly wider.

“A-are you okay…?” he questioned anxiously, “claustrophobic…?”

You shook your head slowly, swallowing your nerves. Taking a deep breath in, you finally spoke what was on your mind.

“So…you like me?”

His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open as a pink tint crept onto his face. You gave him a moment to gather himself and he plucked his head from his knees, staring straight ahead for a moment before nodding softly.

Your heart raced as you prepared to confess your feelings to him as well.

“I think I-”

“I'm so sorry.” He hurriedly spat out, leaving you dazed.

“F-for what?” You spoke with a hint of confusion.

“...Kissing you…” He hung his head, as if ashamed.

“Hey, it's okay, you asked and I said yes.” You explained, kneeling to face him. He took in a breath before continuing.

“B-but I got carried away, and you don't even like me like that, and-”

You grasped his face, turning his head towards you to look directly into his glossy eyes.

“Hey…who said I didn't like you…” You said the words with as much composure as you could muster, but the radiating heat in your skin gave away your true feelings. His expression froze in one of shock and you could feel his warm skin under your fingers grow warmer. After a few moments you felt his fingers creep up onto your cheeks, cradling your face.

“Can-”

“Please.”

Without another second of hesitation, he pressed the softest and sweetest kiss to your lips, much different from the passion of last night. You wanted time to freeze in this moment, but the kiss was already over as quickly as it started. You were still steeped in a pool of heat when he spoke again.

“-end?”

“H-huh…?” Your eyes refocused on his, serious and determined.

“...Will you be my girlfriend…?” He repeated, making your heart skip and a wide smile stretched across your face before you even realised. You could only nod before he quickly pulled you into his arms, burying his head into your neck. You giggled as his nose and lips tickled tickled your skin and your heart raced with love and joy.

You both flinched as the elevator suddenly started moving again, the screen finally flicking from “5” to “4” and continuing to go down. You buried your hand in his soft head of hair, chuckling.

“It's like it was waiting for us to sort everything out.” You felt him smile against your skin, making your heart flutter in your chest. He breathed out, his warm breath spreading across the skin of your neck.

“And I suppose I actually need to thank Seunghan…” He mumbled, earning another giggle from you.

“Y'know we're not getting away from this whole thing without a lot of gloating and teasing, right?”

He sighed, finally pulling back from you and looking into your eyes, a wide smile stretching across his cheeks.

He ran a thumb along your cheek gently.

“It's worth it…”

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moonstruckme · 4 days

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Hi love, if you're up to it could you write about bf Sirius teasing reader about something, and it actually hurts her feelings quite a lot? maybe she's always thought she's to shy for him, and he teases her about being quiet and it just hurts so much that he sees her just like everyone else does? like she thought he understood her, but instead he's teasing her about something she's rlly insecure abt ?

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: reader has leg hair

Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You hear Sirius’ ruckus before he’s anywhere near you. Down the hall, shouting and laughter, and then your boyfriend’s voice: “Yeah, I’m on the lookout for my bird. She likes to hide herself away, let me know if you see her?”

Your face warms, humiliation a prickly, unpleasant thing beneath your skin. The kinder part of you thinks for a second to stick your head out into the hallway so he can stop looking for you, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. A few seconds more, and it doesn’t matter. Sirius twists the handle of the door to your refuge, his amused gray eyes finding you in an instant.

“Hey there, sweetness.” His voice is smooth and easy. He closes the door behind him, settling down across from you on the carpeted floor like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Lily told me you went to go get another drink, but I think you might’ve gotten turned around. The kitchen’s just down the hall.”

“Took a wrong turn,” you say sheepishly. Sirius only smiles.

“My shy girl,” he croons, reaching forward and brushing his thumb over the soft hairs just below your kneecap. “If you were nervous, you could’ve just come and found me, sweet thing. I told you where I’d be.”

He had, but you couldn’t have gone to him. You already feel like such a child.

Sirius had been obviously thrilled with how well you were getting on with his friends tonight. It wasn’t like you hadn’t met them before, but this time Sirius had intentionally maneuvered you so you’d sat closest to Lily and Remus, the least obtrusive of his lot, and it had been going well. You’d been contributing to the conversation more than you were used to, encouraged by Lily and Remus’ gentle friendliness and your boyfriend’s pleased looks. After a while, James had cajoled the majority of the group into playing beer pong in the other room. Remus had stood to go, and Sirius with him, pulling his hand from yours and checking you’d be okay if he left you with Lily.

The way he’d asked it, “Think you can manage on your own for a bit, gorgeous?” all light and teasing and infused with laughter, you’d had no choice but to say yes. Even if you suddenly didn’t feel very confident you could manage, and in the end, you didn’t.

You’d let Sirius’ silly, thoughtless question get to you. Lily hadn’t even seemed to notice what he’d said, but your face had burned all the way to the tips of your ears, and all her kind, patient attempts at conversation were wasted on you. You forgot what you were going to say, stumbled over your words, apologized and awkward-laughed until you’d finally said you were going for another drink and not come back. You’d found this, a guest bedroom as far as you can tell, and hunkered down. You really hope she hasn’t taken it personally.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you tell Sirius now, your voice so soft it’s a miracle he hears. Outside of your sanctuary, the music turns up and shouting begins, the lyrics to a song everyone knows but you.

“You could never bother me,” he promises. He’s lowered his volume to match yours. “I know how you get.”

Shame burns hot and painful behind your eyes. “It’s not—” your voice catches, and Sirius’ thumb stills on your knee. You try again. “It’s not something I do on purpose.”

“Hey, I know.” He scoots closer to you, setting his hands on your tented knees and propping his chin atop them so he’s looking at your face with just a few inches between you. His eyebrows are furrowed. “I know, sweetness. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, you know? Just that I don’t mind taking care of you when you’re feeling nervous or anything like that. You can always come find me.”

It’s hard to avoid Sirius’ gaze when he’s this close, but you manage, looking down at the carpet past your thigh. “It felt a little bit like you minded when you left to go with James and Remus,” you say quietly.

He tilts his head, steadfast in his eye contact even if you won’t reciprocate. It feels like he’s taking an inventory of your reactions as they flit across your face. You wish you were better at hiding them from him. “That upset you?” he asks, genuinely curious. “You wanted me to stay?”

“No,” you say. “Well, yes, but that’s not…it didn’t upset me. You shouldn’t need to stay with me all of the time.”

“I don’t mind,” Sirius interjects.

You look up, and he rewards you with a half-happy uptilt of his lips. His expression is kind and open now, not a lick of teasing about him.

“I don’t need you to stay with me,” you clarify. “It was just the way you asked. It made it sound like I can’t manage without you.”

“Oh.” Sirius’ brows twitch together, recalling. One of his pinkies starts to stroke absentmindedly up and down on your thigh. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Did I embarrass you?”

“A little,” you whisper, shoulders hunching as your body tries to shrink away from him. “But it’s more that I didn’t realize you thought that.”

“I don’t,” he says quickly, voice soft but ardent. “I really don’t, honestly. It was a joke, I was just…I was being stupid. I shouldn’t have made light of it. I know you’re fine on your own, angel, that was just my dumb way of trying to ask if you wanted me to stay and trying to keep it light. I wasn’t trying to tease you.”

You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth. “It’s okay if you meant it,” you say.

“I didn’t,” Sirius promises. “Really, I swear. Can I—can I touch you? Say no if you don’t want it.”

“You’re already touching me.” Some amusement makes its way into your tone. Sirius smiles, but doesn’t move until you say, “Yeah, you can.”

His hands plant themselves on either side of your face, and then he’s jamming your knees apart with his torso, stamping his lips to your face.

“M’sorry, my sweet girl,” he mumbles, mushing the words into the side of your nose. “I was being a prat, and I’m sorry. I can’t believe I made you feel bad.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, smiling now. Your face is still burning hot, but the cause of that warmth is growing murky.

“No, it wasn’t nice to make fun.” He pulls back, fondness mingling with solemnity in his gray irises. “I didn’t realize it’d come off that way, but I won’t do it again, I mean it.”

“Thanks,” you reply just as sincerely. “I’m okay now, really.”

“Yeah?” He kisses between your brows. “Okay enough to go back out there, or do you wanna go home?”

You think on this for a minute. “I should probably talk to Lily for a bit before leaving. I feel bad for abandoning her.”

“She’s alright, gorgeous,” Sirius reassures you, but offers you his hands. You take them, and he hoists you up. “We’ll grab you a drink on the way, say you got sidetracked. I mean, that’s basically what happened.”

You roll your eyes, leaning into his side as he starts for the kitchen.

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inuyashaluver · 4 months

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saviour - alessia russo

alessia russo x reader

description: in which your girlfriend forgets everything, good thing you’re at home due to injury and being able to read her mind

warnings: swearing, nothing much i don’t think

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you and your girlfriend, alessia, had the power of reading each other’s mind. it was an unspoken, mutual understanding between one another, you just knew what they needed. just through a simple glance, you both had the ability to decipher the needs of your girlfriend, something you both got teased about relentlessly.

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one day, you and alessia had just finished training drills, about to complete a mini game to wrap up practice. you were talking to beth about an upcoming england camp that she was finally able to come back to after her acl injury. you were a little breathless while talking to the girl, in desperate need for some water but you didn’t want to leave your conversation.

suddenly, beth stops her words at seeing a certain blonde approaching from behind you, smirking and claiming viv had called out to her. you watch her departing figure confused, until you feel a familiar, warm hand gently placed on your hip.

you can’t help but let out a little smile, turning to face your beautiful girlfriend who was looking at you with affectionate eyes. “oh, hello” you smile up at her, the girl returning your grin before directing a water bottle to your mouth. “hello, my love, drink up” she holds the water bottle for you, giving it a gentle squeeze, you hold her arms in place as you drink from the bottle, giving her a light tap on her wrist when you were done.

you grin at her appreciatively, “thank you, lessi baby” you pucker up your lips at her and she happily closes the gap, giving you a short, quick kiss before pulling away to face you again. “of course, baby, gotta look after my girl” she shrugs cockily, you giggle and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. you look at her hand holding the water bottle you drank from, ‘alessia’ in big, black writing prompting butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

a pink tint settles on your cheeks and alessia raises her eyebrows at you, she moves her free hand from your waist to rest on the curve of your jaw, “aw, my baby is shy” alessia teases, tone laced with adoration as she maintains sweet eye contact with you. “that’s your water bottle” you stated with a bright smile, “couldn’t find yours” alessia shrugs and this time you raise your eyebrows at her, your water bottle was always next to hers, she just wanted you to drink from hers.

“right” you remark unconvinced, the girl in front of you just grabs the water bottle and squeezes some water in her mouth, sending you a wink before bumping her hip with yours and running off to put her bottle back, leaving you completely flustered.

suddenly, beth returns, throwing an arm over your shoulder, you already knew you were about to be mocked for your pink cheeks. “the girl does practically nothing and you’re a puddle on the floor” beth laughs, viv joins her teasing, appearing out of nowhere on your other side.

“no, beth, i think it’s cute” viv teases, you shake them both off and run away, trying to get away from them and their teasing, until you bump into your girlfriend, she catches you instantly. “all right?” alessia laughs at your dazed face, you just nod and wave her off, running off to your national captain, leah for comfort but you ended up getting teased even worse.

everyone knew that it was always you and alessia, people honestly unable to pinpoint when the two of you started dating because your friendship was always heavily blurred at the lines of a romantic relationship. to put it simply, you and alessia just knew each other too well.

—

when you and alessia were separated, you both had to admit that it was extremely hard. you’d always been at arsenal, being in a long distance with alessia while she was at united was torture for both of you, now that she’s a gunner, being separated was just gruesome, not willing to put distance between the two of you again.

so when you pull your hamstring in a game, alessia was heartbroken, she couldn’t spend a big chunk of her day with the love of her life for over a week and a half. alessia is known to be clumsy, something that you loved to tease her about whenever you could. not only was she physically clumsy, this girl would forget to put on her socks if you didn’t remind her. alessia had a slight dependency on you to remember what she needed for the day, so you not being there to give her the friendly reminders proved difficult for alessia.

every night when alessia would pack her kit bag, she always made sure to do it in front of you. she would trail off in thought as she pondered what to pack, but you would happily chime in and remind her of what she needed. she would just stare at the bag and you would remind her of something like, “a change of clothes for after?” alessia would make noises of understanding, giving you a little kiss after each reminder (maybe this is why you both loved it so much) “oh you’re so right” alessia sighs, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly before walking over to the wardrobe, grabbing a change of clothes, holding them up for your approval, you cheekily nod at her.

—

due to your small hamstring injury, you were out for a week and a half, meaning that you would be out of training for a short amount of time. instead, you would come along to training for a separate session after a quick physio session, staying with laura and leah for their rehab sessions. due to your sessions being at different times, you would carpool with leah to training or you would just drive yourself, your injury thankfully on your non-driving leg.

this whole driving situation was something alessia would complain about every morning.

“don’t give me that look, alessia, go to training” you say sternly, alessia sends you a little scowl, rolling her eyes at the use of her first name. “don’t call me alessia” she crosses her arms in front of her, standing in front of the closed door. “sorry, lessi baby, you’re gonna be late, go on” you coo, your hands wrapping hers around her car keys and giving her an encouraging smile but she wouldn’t budge.

“i’ll see you soon, lessi” you peck your girlfriend’s lips quickly and try to part from her but her grip around your wrist restricts you from any movement. “kiss me” she whines, pulling you closer to her gently. you shake your head at her amusingly, kissing her quickly on her lips but she immediately places her hand on the back of your neck to keep you to her. she swipes her tongue on your bottom lip and you can’t resist her even if you tried. she slips her tongue in your mouth and kisses you deeply, you sigh into her mouth when she gently grazes her nails on the skin on your neck.

you feel her grin into you, kissing you for a little longer before pulling away with a smug grin. “see? that’s all you had to do” she pecks your lips one more time before opening the door, “bye, baby” she mumbles on your lips, throwing you a wink before closing the door behind her. you smile at the back of the door, she was really something else, you thought. you look down and that’s when you see it, her kit bag, along with the smoothie you’d made her. you let out a little laugh, looking in the driveway to see she’d already pulled away.

you quickly get dressed and grab her stuff before hobbling over to your car. you’ll be at training a lot earlier than you need to be but you can just ogle over her from the sidelines.

by the time alessia had arrived at training, she went all the way to her locker, realising that she’d forgotten her stuff at home. she lets out a frustrated groan, “russo already needs her missus, what did you forget this time?” katie teases in the corner, gaining a little slap on the shoulder from caitlin warningly.

alessia sighs, unable to mutter up the strength to argue back because she felt so stupid for forgetting her stuff. training was in 10 minutes, home was 25 minutes away, she couldn’t go back. she pops down on the bench, a pout evident on her face as she whips out her phone to call you, feeling incredibly guilty she had to call her injured girlfriend to rescue her.

when she unlocks her phone, she hears your giggle coming from the hallway, one she knew better than anyone. she whips her head up, and that’s when she sees your bright grin, slightly limping into the room, alessia’s bag and her forgotten smoothie in each hand. she sends you a sheepish smile, shaking her head in embarrassment as you teasingly wave her items in your hand.

“long time no see, stranger, here you are, my love, delivery” you tease, handing her the items with a shit eating grin. “i’m so sorry” she quickly places the items down, pulling you to sit sidewards on her lap. you kiss her cheek reassuringly, “don’t be sorry, lovey, i’ll just watch you train for a bit before physio” you grab her hand and squeeze it reassuringly.

“god, i love you” alessia breathes out, thumping her head on your shoulder with a tired expression. “i love you too, beautiful, now go get changed” you squeeze her hand again and she removes her head from your shoulder. she makes eye contact with you and her cheeks go slightly pink, she smiles before puckering up her lips for a kiss which you happily give her, leaning in to place one on her lips.

you get up from her lap, shoving the kit bag in her hand and encouraging her to get changed. she smirks when you whistle as she takes off her hoodie, replacing it with her training shirt. “cheeky” she grins, giggling at your lovesick expression as you sat next to her.

training goes well, and your own session goes well, you end up going home before alessia, as she has media duties to attend to.

you make dinner for the both of you, completed when she walked through the door. “how did you know i wanted this for dinner?” alessia gasps excitedly, wrapping her arms around your waist and attacking your cheek with kisses as she squeezes you tightly. “girlfriend intuition” you smirk, leaning your head back to make eye contact with her. “hello” you smile brightly at her, she returns the gesture, kissing the tip of your nose. “hi” she replies softly, her pupils completely dilated as she looked at you.

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that night, she was on the verge of sleep, promising you that she would pack her kit bag in the morning, begging you to come to bed because she was absolutely exhausted and honestly in a food coma. you hesitate but agree, feeling tired yourself, you both drift to sleep easily that night, tangled up in the bedsheets together as you both drifted to sleep.

the next morning, she’d woken up a little late, quickly rushing to get ready as quick as she could. she kisses your tired form on the bed goodbye, rushing out the door without another second wasted. you wake up five minutes later to see she’d forgotten her boots, as well as her morning smoothie that you’d pre made for her. you genuinely couldn’t help but laugh, your girlfriend still as clumsy as ever.

you quickly get ready for your own training, deciding to watch her again before your own session. you grab her stuff, as well as an extra snack as they had a longer session today, knowing that she’d want something for later. when alessia arrived at her locker, she quickly changes her clothes, training was in 5 minutes, she sits down on the bench ready to change her shoes, only to realise, she’d left her boots at home, as well as her beloved smoothie her girlfriend had carefully crafted for her, just the way she liked it.

“oh for fucks sake” alessia groans, throwing her head back in frustration. katie next to her opens her mouth to say something but alessia holds her hand out to her with a scowl. “not a word” alessia grumbles and katie surprisingly doesn’t argue back. alessia leans forward and puts her head in her hands, she was going to have to just do training in her runners, something she’d definitely get in trouble for.

she’s about to get up when she feels a warm hand on her thigh, a light squeeze following the contact. she snaps her head up, seeing your pretty face smiling at her worriedly. “are you okay, lovey?” you whisper, rubbing your hand up and down her thigh in attempts to calm her, completely working as you felt your girlfriend melt into your touch. she looks at you dazed, looking as though she was on the verge of tears at seeing you.

“baby” alessia whimpers, pulling you into a tight hug and tucking her face into the crook of your neck. you coo, rubbing comforting circles on her back. “it’s okay,” you reassure, kissing the side of her head gently, you pull away, handing her the boots, her smoothie and her snack.

she could’ve broken down right there, you knew her too well. “you’re literally my saviour, thank you so much, my love” she says earnestly, you just nod and peck her lips gently, ushering her to change and get onto the pitch. it was your last day of rehab, finally getting clearance to return to regular training, alessia was so excited.

now that you were back normally, alessia hardly ever forgot anything again..well, she would pretend to forget something at home just to coax kisses out of you, and you knew that, but none of you were complaining.

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you know the drill - pretend it’s you!! ily viccy bby

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dearharriet · 24 days

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ooh and for steve, maybe something where it's reader's first day at the job where steve works and he's helping them out or maybe just a meet cute before they land the job

ty babe! fem!r (wc: 553)

No one is up front when you step into Family Video, so you pretend to look at the tape display to feel less awkward. It’s right beside the counter, so whenever someone emerges from the back (if they do at all), they’ll see you right away.

You’re not entirely certain what the theme of the display is supposed to be. It has The Sound of Music and Xanadu, so you guess musicals, but then Ghostbusters throws that all the way out.

You’re so concentrated on the puzzle that you don’t notice that an employee comes out until he clears his throat.

When you look up, a flock of nerves lights up in your stomach. The man at the counter is the kind of handsome that you’re never prepared to see for the first time, effortless and confident.

“Hi,” he says, and it’s more flirt than greeting. He leans on the counter, fluffing up his hair and smiling, and you’re hooked.

“Hi.”

You drift hesitantly toward the counter, shifting your bag over your shoulder. Eyes flicking down, you catch sight of his name tag, Steve-o stickered onto the plain black rectangle.

“How can I help you?”

Returning your attention to his face, you purse your lips shyly.

“I, um—I was wondering if there was someone I could talk to about working here?”

The boy’s eyes widen a little bit, and he seems to put himself back together, in a way. He’s not professional, by any means, but he’s all business.

“Oh, yeah.” His brows pull together in faux seriousness. “Are you kidding? You’ll fit right in.”

You laugh. “I can’t tell if you really mean that or not.”

Steve’s smile warms. “I do. Sorry.”

Suddenly, you really hope you get the job here.

“Okay,” you nod. “So, um…”

You look around, to the door leading to the back room. Steve perks up.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Forearms on the counter, he leans toward you, a good gossip-length away. “He’s not here, actually. But I can put in a good word for you, and tell him you’ll be back tomorrow?”

“Oh, sure,” you agree, a little breathless from his big eyes and sweet voice. “I’ll, um—I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

You step back, and Steve almost looks like he’d crawl over the counter to follow you.

“Well hey—uh. Keith is gonna ask about your favorite movies, probably. He’s—” Steve glances around like he’s checking for eavesdroppers. “He’s kinda pretentious, yknow. Picky.”

You nod slowly.

“Is this his display? Cause I mean, these ones aren’t half bad.”

Grinning, Steve shakes his head.

“Nah, that’s mine, actually. Killer Soundtracks.”

“Ohh.”

With another pass through his hair, Steve pops over to the cart behind the counter, a picking through the tapes there for something. He returns to you with a stack of three.

“Keith’s a nerd, so, uh. Sci-fi is the way to go. These three don’t have to be your favorite, but he’s gonna bring ‘em up.” He slides them over to you. “On me. Just give ‘em back tomorrow, kay?”

Blinking, you take the stack between nimble fingers.

“Oh, are you sure?”

A girl appears from the back then, making a slow and obviously nosey gander back to the counter. Steve ignores her, still folded over the bench.

“‘Course, babe.” He winks a long-lashed eye. “Pretty privilege.”

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lesservillain · 4 months

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— i. did you get what you deserve?

summary: the beginning.

cw: season 4 canon divergent, grumpy eddie, medical talks

an: this is a wayne heavy chapter, but i doubt anyone will complain.

Ringing. A very loud ringing. That’s all Eddie can hear.

Something’s pushing on his chest.

The ringing gets louder, until it peaks and starts to fade. Muffled voices all around him, and he can feel his body shifting.

Then it shifts a lot. Ouch, that hurts.

Everything is dark. Or maybe his eyes are closed?

His eyes flutter a bit, but everything is blurry.

There’s some yelling, but it’s too garbled in his ears to make out what’s being said.

It was dark one moment, then suddenly very bright. Like a flash directly in his eye. And then again.

Everything hurts, he notices suddenly. But only because he feels it all slipping away. His body starts to float, suspended in black with a light just above him. Instinctively he swims towards it. It feels like warm sun rays on his cold, cold body.

When he hits the surface, everything starts to hurt again. His eyes open to a dimly lit room. Every part of his body feels heavy. Even moving his head is a challenge. There’s something next to him though, a presence that he can see out of his peripherals. He tries to call out, but there’s something in his mouth, his throat, obstructing his ability to talk. With all he can muster, he lets out a groan through his nose. Whatever is next to him shifts, moving quickly with a screech.

“Ed? Ed, you awake son?!”

“I can help who’s next!”

Feet shuffling beneath you, you clutch your handbag close as you move through the bodies of your classmates. A handsome man about your age with a million dollar smile sits on the other side of the table. He looks at you expectantly as you take the hint, fumbling in your bag for your student ID.

“Sorry,” you mumble as he gives the card once over. He says your name and laughs when you respond with a yes?

“Thank you for coming,” he beams, “We’re happy to see so many people volunteering to help out.” He clicks his pen and copies your name down on a paper. You look him over as he does this. Thick, dark hair styled perfectly, with long lashes to match. His name is Sam, per the Hello my name is sticker on his shirt. He’s cute, you think.

“Yeah,” your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth so it comes out weird. After licking your lips, you continue. “Our teacher told us we could get extra credit. I guess everyone could use it after our last test.”

Nursing school is hard. Even harder when you don’t know anyone in your class. A lot of the girls all went to the surrounding high schools and knew at least one other person in one of their classes. But that wasn’t the case for you.

“I’ve heard some of those classes you all take are no joke,” he laughs, flipping through a stack of papers next to him.”

“I certainly wasn’t laughing.”

He stops his flipping, looking up at you through those thick lashes, his eyes creased at the corners from his smile.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

The question catches you off guard. Was it that obvious?”

“N-no, I’m from up north.” You gesture upward, pointing above you.

“Like Canada?”

Now you’re smiling, “Try Anderson.”

“Oh, jeez,” he shakes his head, “That’s hardly north.”

“More north than here.”

“You got me there.”

He pulls a small stack from his pile, sliding it across the table until it’s in front of you. You look down at it, immediately noticing that a large portion of the top page is blacked out by sharpie. Flipping it over, you see that the second page is pretty much the same, barely any information to be gathered at all from this “info” sheet.

“You look confused,” Sam says in a sarcastic tone.

“Um, just a little,” you sass him back, looking at him with a silent plea for answers.

“Okay, so, this guy here,” he points to the top of the page, finger just above the name Eddie Munson. “He’s not a very…popular guy around this area. I’ve been trying to get someone to take him as their case all morning and everyone’s turned him down.”

Your head tilts, eyes skimming over the paper as he talks. Under his name is an address in Hawkins, but most everything else is blacked out, even his age.

Still, even with the lack of knowledge you’ve hardly ever been one to turn someone down.

“Okay,” you say with a nod.

“Okay?” Sam parrots back, shifting forward excitedly in his seat.

“Yes, I’ll take him.”

“That’s great!”

He grabs his pen and writes your name next to Mr.Munson’s on the paper, before sliding it into a white folder.

Sam pauses for a moment, a hand running through his hair as he looks around. “Hold on,” he says as he stands up, “let me find my lead and I’ll try and get you some more information on him.” He looks into your eyes, then up and down at you. Was he checking you out? Ugh, why did you have to be in your uniform right now?

You stand awkwardly as he leaves, taking the time to flatten the wrinkles in your dress and adjust your flossie. This school was one the only schools who hadn’t gotten with the times, still mandating the Nightingale uniform over scrubs for any female students.

“Okay, so,” Sam tucks some papers into a red folder, “I wasn’t able to get anything too specific to tell you. I guess there’s a lot of hush hush going on with him right now. But, my lead did tell me I could give you this care packet. It’s all stuff you should know how to do, but it’ll give you a hint on what kind of care he’s going to need.”

You take the folder from him, opening it up to peak inside, only for him to place another paper with a card attached on top.

“That paper is for the organization itself. You just have to have the patient or guardian sign when you go over there as proof to get your credit. Oh and,” he points to the card,” that’s my information. Feel free to call me if you, uh, have any questions.”

Suddenly, someone bumps into you. You close the folder quickly and turn around with wide eyes.

“Sorry, sorry,” your classmate, Rhonda, apologizes with a wave of her hands as she keeps walking down the table. You breathe in, giving her a nod of acknowledgment before looking at Sam again.

“Okay, um, thank you for everything,” you say, backing up from the table and making your exit. He calls out to you, but your ears are already starting to ring before you can even get to the double doors.

Your feet carry you out of the building and into the hot August air. Sweat immediately beads at your hairline under the unforgiving sun, a most brutal summer that feels like it’s never going to end.

You make a beeline for the parking lot, fumbling with your keys as you unlock your car and immediately begin rolling your windows down to try and let the non-existent breeze cool down your interior. Reaching inside you grab your pack of smokes and lighter from your middle console, lighting one up and feeling immediate relief as the smoke fills your lungs.

The drive to your friend's house is quiet other than the low tune of the radio playing. Tonya’s car isn’t in the driveway, and you say a silent thanks under your breath to have some time alone. You love Tonya, she’s been with you through everything, but you need some time to mentally decompress before dealing with her big personality.

After a quick shower and a bit of rummaging through the fridge for something quick to eat, you sit at the dining room table and start going through the red folder Sam gave to you. The top paper with the signature spots had a section on the top that you hadn’t noticed before where some information had been filled out.

“The patient would like to be seen at…” You see a few time slots printed on the paper starting from 8 am ranging all the way to 5pm, the ladder being the time circled. You suddenly realize Sam never asked you what your availability was, or much of anything really. Not that you asked him anything either.

Five pm was pretty late in the day, and as you kept reading, you noticed that the next section asking for “frequency of visits” had Monday through Friday circled.

This guy wants to be seen every day? You think to yourself. Maybe he doesn’t have anyone to cook for him or something.

Going through the different directional packets doesn’t make you feel much better. Information on post op care, wound disinfection, dressing changes--things you’ve done before, but not by yourself, and certainly not in someone’s home.

Why do you do this to yourself?

The drive to Hawkins isn’t terrible. The “Welcome to Hell” didn’t do anything to settle your nerves, but you persisted.

A lot of closed roads lead you to take some detours, but you’d still be able to see how badly damaged the town was after the earthquake hit them. Businesses, houses, streets, all completely ruined by the way the ground split the town in fours.

You mustered up the courage to ask one of your classmates from here about what happened, and she told you that some serial killer tried to destroy the town by sacrificing teens to the devil. “Oh, okay,” was all you could give as a response. It was hard to tell if she was fucking with you or not, so you just decided to go and see Sam instead.

That turned out to not be a fruitful endeavor either. He seemed to dance around your questions, dodging them by asking you about yourself instead. You left with none of your questions answered other than a start date for your visitations.

The start day is today, a blazing hot Monday. You didn’t have time to change out of your uniform since your professor asked you to stay over to help clean up after labs, clock getting closer and closer to 5pm as you drive down this woodsy road.

A mailbox appears ahead with numbers that match the address given to you. You slow down and turn onto the gravel path, expecting to see a house as you do. Instead the drive continues into the woods, the thick lining of the surrounding trees blocking you from seeing past the brush even with full sun. The gravel crunches under your tires as you keep going down the path, following it up a slight incline before reaching a clearing.

In the center of the clearing is a one story ranch style house, half brick and half light blue paneling. It has a covered front porch, bare except for a small table and a single chair, an overflowing ashtray dead in the center. Well that’ll be good for you.

The house looked brand new, and completely out of place in the middle of the woods. It was almost creepy in the way it contrasts against the trees and dirt, no grass to be found.

That's what it is, you realize. This house feels void of life.

You park your car next to an old gray pick up truck and sit there for a moment. Maybe you could smoke one more cigarette before going in. But what if they heard you coming and wonder why you’re taking so long?

“Fuck it,” you say to yourself, grabbing your supply bag and pushing open the car door.

You keep your head down, watching the dirt stick to your black uniform shoes as you cross the yard to the front porch. You knock on the door, wiping your feet on the welcome mat as best as you could. A pair of dirty work boots sits just outside the door.

There’s movement behind the door that makes your head snap up, taking in a deep breath as you wait for the door to open. A quiet pause is interrupted by the sounds of multiple locks being undone and the door pulling open just enough to make the chain lock taught.

An older gentleman’s wrinkled face makes its appearance in the crack of the door, looking at you up and down. “Can I help you?” He has a slight southern drawl, voice a bit horse as if he had just woken up.

“Y-yes,” you squak, “um, are you Mr.Munson?”

His eye narrows and you see his arm shift behind the wall.

“Depends on who's askin.”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m here volunteering with Visiting Angels? I was-“

He cuts you off with your name, asking it as a confirmation of who you are. You nod, “Yes, that’s me!” He looks you up and down. He grunts, shifting a bit until the sound of something hitting the ground slightly catches your attention.

The door closes slightly, and with a click opens fully to reveal the older man in his entirety, standing aside enough for you to walk in, but his eyes scan the area behind you suspiciously.

“Come on in,” he says, closing the door behind you, “I honestly didn’t think anyone was gonna come.”

“Well, I don’t mind the drive,” you say with a tight smile. Mr.Munson stands in place as you let your eyes wander over the house. The smell of fresh paint filled your nostrils, and the new furniture and bare walls gave you the same creepy feeling as the outside of the house. As your eyes reach the front door, you suppress a physical reaction to the large shotgun leaning against the wall next to it.

A deep sigh from the man has you turning to face him, his rough hand running over his face to the back of his head. “You don’t have any clue, do you?”

“I’m sorry?” You’re having a hard time hiding the nerves that are bubbling up in your chest, body entering fight or flight mode.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he says, walking away from you and plopping down in one of the recliners. He gestures to the couch, “Have a seat, I’ll try and explain.”

You hesitate. You’re right by the door, you don’t have to do this. This guy doesn’t seem like he needs any help anyway. Sam’s words about him not being very popular in this area come to the forefront of your mind and now your head is swirling with possibilities as to why.

A small ringing from another part of the couch pulls you from your spiral.

“Shit, hold on a second,” the man says as he rises back to his feet, “let me go see what he wants and I’ll be right back.” He walks past you and down the hall, leaving you by yourself.

This is it. Just turn around now and leave.

“Whatcha need, Ed?”

Your ears perk up. Was the man you were talking to not who you came here for? Maybe it’s his dad, and the man you’re talking to is just Eddie’s tired son who needs help taking care of him. But why would he call his own dad Ed? Maybe it’s an uncle or a family friend? He did say he was a Munson…

“Okay, let me whip something up for ya.”

The mystery Munson walks back down the hall, slowing down enough to talk as he walks by. “The boy’s hungry, can we talk in the kitchen while I heat him up somethin?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you say after a moment, following behind him into a large dining room/kitchen area. There’s a huge table in the center of the dining area that’s covered with boxes labeled with things like “dishes,” “salvaged photos,” “salvaged misc.” It all the sudden clicks for you.

“So, I’m not sure what all they told you,” the man starts, speaking with his back turned as he pulls some things from the fridge.

“I was given a name and an andress,” you say almost playfully, letting some of the tension leave your body.

“Should’a known,” he says, looking over his shoulder at you with a smile and a roll of his eyes. “I think its for legal purposes, they can't disclose much about my nephew or something like that. But, uh,” he nods his head to one of the bar chairs at the counter between the two of you, “I can.”

And so he did. He told you about how a murderer had escaped from prison and snuck back to Hawkins, murdering teens and attempting to pin it on his nephew. The killer had killed a girl in their old trailer, right in front of Eddie, almost killing him, too.

But, since no one had realized that the killer escaped, the whole town had believed it was Eddie the whole time. Four teens were killed, almost 5, and Eddie was brutally tortured before his friends were able to save him.

“Oh, my god,” you gasp with a hand over your mouth.

“I know,” the man, Wayne, says as he scoops the macaroni and cheese into a bowl. He opens a drawer and pulls out a spoon with a large, grippy handle that you recognized from your nurse shadowing. They’re normally used for people who’ve had strokes or other hand mobility issues. He shoves the spoon into the bowl and walks around the counter.

“I guess I’ve talked about him enough, might as well meet him for yourself.”

You slid out of your seat and follow Wayne down the hall to the very end. He gives the door a knock before opening it with a quick “coming in!”

Stepping in behind him, you see a large, mostly empty room with more new looking furniture and a few boxes in various places. In the center against the wall was a hospital bed with a large pull bar dangling above it. You were expecting to see someone laying in the bed, but were met with the sight of a lump of blankets and comforters instead.

“Ed, food’s ready boy,” Wayne says as he pulls a bedside table from against the wall to the bed. “Got someone here for you to meet, too.”

The lump on the bed moves a bit, and for a brief moment you see a set of eyes and a few wild curls peek from under the covers. But, just as quickly as you see them, they’re hidden once again.

“Ed—“

“No,” his muffled, strained voice calls from under the covers.

“Boy, don’t do this. You know I can’t leave you alone when I go—“

“No!” The voice squeaks, followed by a harsh cough. Wayne sighs, setting the bowl down softly.

“Let me get him set up and I’ll, uh, meet you back out in the living room.”

“Oh, okay,” you say quickly, backing out of the room and closing the door behind you. You’re barely down the hall when you can hear some strained yelling coming from the last room at the end of the hall.

You settle back in the kitchen where you can’t hear the conversation happening between the two men. You thought about dark and dull eyes that looked at you briefly, how even with only that small glance of him, Eddie looked tired. Just about as tired as his uncle, who rounded the corner a few minutes later.

“I’m so sorry about him, he’s just a little weary about strangers,” the older man says walking over to the phone sitting on the wall, picking it up and dialing.

“It’s okay, I can understand that.” You give him a small smile, which he tries to return, but is distracted as whoever he’s calling picks up on their end.

“Hey, Chief, it’s Wayne—sorry, yeah, Jim. Listen, Ed’s new caretaker is here, but he’s throwing a bit of a fit about ‘er. Think you’d be able to come and sit with him f’r the night until we can try again tomorrow?”

Disappointment washes over you. Not that you weren’t used to rejection, but you’d hardly been able to even give a first impression. Maybe your uniform put him off? Gotta start keeping clothes in the car to change into from now on…

The phone clings as Wayne hangs it up, body relaxing as a slow breath leaves him. He looks over to you, rather looking through you for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Little miss, can I be frank with you?”

“It’s the uniform isn’t it?”

Wayne barks out a laugh, and you chuckle even though your inquiry was serious. “No, no--well, maybe a little.”

“I knew it,” you rest your forehead in the palm of your hand.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to wear it when you’re here. S’long as you’re decent I don’t really care what you wear here to be honest. But, I did want to talk to you more about what we’re actually needing here.”

You look up at him, head tilting to the side in confusion. Several questions sit on the tip of your tongue, but you chose to just nod for him to continue.

“Okay. So, uh, I’ve been off work this whole time. Since March. I’ve been with the plant for a long time and my boss’s took a lotta pity on me with everything that’s going on. But…well that time is running out, and I can’t rely on anyone else to keep these bills paid, ya know?”

“Yes, yeah, I totally get that. Broke college kid here.”

“Right,” he chuckles. “So, I gotta go back to work. Tonight, actually, and, uh, I know this is short notice, but I need someone to stay here…while I’m at work.”

Your eyes go wide. “Oh, you wanted me to be, like, an overnight caretaker?”

“Yeah, I just, ya see with everything I told you about what happened, I couldn’t get anyone to come out and take care of him. Either they couldn’t pass a background check or once they realized who he was…So the Visiting Angel’s place was my last ditch effort to try and get someone in here. They said that it would be free if we went through the volunteer program, and that even though y’all are students that you’d still be able to help--But I understand if you can’t. You probably got a job and a family and a boyfrie--”

“I’ll do it.” The words fly out of your mouth without much thinking. But this poor man in front of you has been through hell with his nephew and how can you say no to him?

“Wait, really?” It’s his turn for his eyes to bug out, hardly able to believe what he’s hearing.

“Yeah, sure, I don’t mind. What time do you need me to be here?”

Wayne’s face softens, head hanging low like he still can’t wrap his head around your words. “Well, uh,” he starts, “I gotta leave here ‘round 6:30 and I work til about 5 am give or take depending on the night crew. If you'd be here about 6 or quarter after, that would be just fine. I don’t know how to cook much, but I could try and whip ya up something when I make Ed’s dinner, and you could work on yer school or watch tv or whatever girls your age like to do.”

“I’m plenty content to just work on school or watch tv,” you assure him.

“Good, good,” he says with a nod, turning to look into the living room. “We don’t got a bed in the third bedroom yet, so you’ll have to sleep on the couch until I can find the time to go and get one. Am I gonna have’ta talk to your parents or anything about why you’re not coming home during the week or anything?”

“What? Oh, no, no,” you wave your hands at his question, “Not unless you know how to talk to the dead.”

“Ah, shit, sorry,” Wayne cringes, hand running through his barely there hair.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know,” you say as you stand from your chair, “I will have to figure out how to tell my roommate. I don’t think she would like it if I told her that I was staying the night with a guy who was acquitted for murder.”

Oops. You bite your tongue between your teeth, wishing you could take the last bit of that sentence back. But Wayne’s laugh makes you feel less bad.

“Trust me, if I was in your roommates shoes I wouldn’t be too happy either.”

The ring of Eddie’s bell echoes down the hall again, pulling both of your attention to the sound.

“Better let me go myself. Don’t want to upset him again tonight. Why don’t you go head and head home and in the meantime I’ll talk to him. Try again tomorrow. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds like a plan!”

“Good,” Wayne says, walking you to the door. He lets you out with a goodbye, the closing of the front door being followed by the sounds of locks being put back in their place.

The drive home was quiet, but your head was swirling with thoughts. Your brain goes back and forth on the situation you just got yourself into.

Instead of focusing on the negatives, you decide to make a list in your mind of things you’d need to bring with you to stay the night; a toothbrush, deodorant, your own pillow and blanket—would they let you take a shower there? Hopefully so, since some days you’re going to have to come over straight from work or class. So add shampoo and conditioner. Probably body wash, too. You doubt that two men living together use anything other than head and shoulders.

You cringe when you think about using feminine products while there. Maybe you’d just keep them in your bag and grab them as you need them. It wouldn’t hurt to bring an extra towel in case you need to put it under you while you sleep.

Going through your mental checklist helps make the drive go by. Before you know it, you’re turning onto your street, where, surprise, surprise, Tonya’s boyfriend is once again parked in your spot in the driveway. You park on the street with a huff, thinking of all the things you want to say, but know you ultimately wont, not being one for confrontation.

“Hey, girl,” Tonya calls out from the couch. The smell of delicious food filling the whole house, so you know Charles must be cooking. “Go get a plate, Charlie just finished cooking.”

“I’m good, I grabbed something while I was out.” A lie, but you’d rather retreat to your room until Charles left. You’ve never been a fan of him and his pompous, know it all attitude. It was just better if you kept your interactions with him to a minimum rather than having to pretend he doesn’t get on your nerves.

It was a few hours later, nearing 10 pm when you finally heard Tonya shut the front door, signaling that it was safe to leave. She was cleaning up Charle’s mess in the kitchen when you walked out from your room.

“Hey,” you said quietly, keeping a comment about cleaning up after a child to yourself.

“I was wondering when you were going to come out,” she teases. “Thought I was gonna have to slip you a plate under your door.”

“Ha, ha,” you deadpan, opening the fridge to pull out leftovers from the weekend.

“So why’d you come home so late today?”

The calendar with both of your schedules scribbled in stared you in the face as you closed the refrigerator door. You weren’t a very social person, usually just coming straight home from school or work. And even though Tonya was a very chill person 99% of the time, that wasn’t the case when it came to you.

“I, uh…” you stuttered. You had the whole drive home and you forgot to think about what you’d tell her. If she knew the truth, she’d flip her lid and talk you out of it. You could try to lie, but there’s no way she’d believe you if you told her you were staying with a new guy that you’d never talked about or that you were helping out another friend she knows you don’t have.

“I had a job interview!” It was the only sensible thing you could think of that may be somewhat convincing to her. “For a…nursing home. As a nurse's assistant.”

“Woah, really?” Tonya sets her cup on the counter, jaw dropped in excitement. “Omg, okay, how did it go? Are they going to have you do another interview? Details, girl, details!”

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, putting out your hands to keep her from shaking you. You wrack your brain, trying to come up with a story on the spot. “It’s a newer nursing home…very small. Um, I would be able to do some of my nursing stuff under supervision of a nurse. And…it’s overnights—“

“Hold on, overnights?” Tonya interruptus, “Girl, that’s a lot with your school schedule.”

“Oh, um, I know, but its super casual and I can sleep in the afternoon when I get out of class or after work—“

“Wait, you’re not quitting CoffeeHouse?”

Shit.

“Ah, about that, um, I’m…still going to try and work there, just in case. Like if this doesn’t work out.”

Tonya eyes you, making your hands feel sweaty under her scrutinizing gaze. “I don’t understand,” she states with a concerned tone.

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you need to have two jobs? You don’t pay rent, Charlie cooks for all of us a couple times a week. I take care of the bills—“

“I feel guilty,” you blurt out, feeling actually guilty when you see her face contort with sadness.

“No, babes, I told you that I didn’t want your money. I want you to focus on something for you for once.”

“This is for me though. It’s a chance to actually get a more authentic experience in my field, and — and I can’t just take and take from you forever.”

Tonya lunges forward, enveloping you in her arms. “Why noooooot,” she wines, fake crying into your shoulder, “just let me take care you, baby giiiiiirl.”

“Stooooooooop,” you cry back, “I’m an independent woman who don’t need no man, remember? I believe you’re the one who told me that.”

“Right, no man. But you do need me!” She pulls back flashing her picture perfect smile at you that has had guys folding for her since middle school.

“You’re right,” you sigh in faux defeat, “if only I was enough for you…”

“Oh my gooooood, just get over your hang ups and learn to love him. He’s really not that bad.”

“I don’t know what you see in him.”

“Not like you have room to talk.”

You gasp, putting on a dramatic display at her poking at your taste in men.

“Don’t even try it,” she flicks your forehead. “When you find a guy that’s not totally batshit, then come talk to me.”

“I can’t help that I attract the crazies.”

After a few more white lies and half truths, the conversation shifts to other topics, including that of a retreat that Charles is planning for the two of them for their one year anniversary. Eventually you wind down and head to your room, making sure to check the locks on the door and windows on the way.

thank you for reading.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson slow burn #disabled!eddie munson #eddie lives #eddie munson st4 #canon divergent #grumpy!eddie munson x sunshine!reader #eddie munson x nurse!reader

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dmitriene · 2 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤthis scene, but with simon ghost riley

the silence in the room, occasionally interrupted by muffled sighs, muffled groans and creaks of the bed, which makes one know about its old state, feels heavier than if everything was clogged with conversations and gentle whispers.

it started so long ago that it already feels like a routine, several weeks, if not months of silence, before one late evening, which is not even worth circling in red on the calendar, a dull knock is heard at the door, and then an absolutely tense, pitch black body collapses, making it clear that this is a person only when meeting with eyes lost against the background of gunpowder, bottomless, like an abyss.

his appearance in your apartment is comparable to the appearance of a ghost, silent, the room seems to suddenly become quiet and you can’t even hear his steps, you can’t hear how he inhales through his nostrils under the balaclava with zeal, as if on adrenaline, and all attention is focused on him, the walls narrow until you are looking only at him — not even at the dirt stains left from his boots, at the huge thick bag, obviously filled with his things and which you have never seen before

you only watch as he rips the gloves off his hands, throwing them somewhere randomly, before his bare hands, covered with scars and once washed from blood, cling with bending fingers to the edges of his balaclava to throw it away, exposing disheveled blond strands, a sharp face, lips compressed into an even thinner line than they actually are, and you look, look even when he closes the distance between you with a practical roar, pressing into your lips and licking them with his tongue, pushing inside and slotting up, while his hands explore and squeeze uncontrollably, and yours stroke his face and cling to his dirty strands.

a few steps back along the parquet until your back meets some surface, allowing simon to take full initiative and pick you up in his strong arms, he shakes slightly, he squeezes you until there are marks on the skin under your clothes, turns around with you on hands, navigating the darkness as if in his temple, before catching onto the image of dim light through the slightly open door of your bedroom, paving a new path, a few more steps until you appear naked before him, on rumpled sheets.

you serve as his temple, the center of his peace when his hips snap with unrestrained zeal, thrusting them into your quivering and warm pussy with shallow thrusts, his thighs tremble with tension, his face is buried in the curve of your neck, the heat and sweat between you only turns you on even more, making everything more intimate.

simon kisses and licks the skin under his lips, leaving wet and warm marks on your neck, his nose rubbing against the soft flesh, reaching for your hair as he inhales deeply, inhaling your scent, greedily, as if you were about to slip away, as the depth of his thrusts knocks the air out of your lungs, his cock thrusts deep inside you, hitting your spongy spot, the sensation is both intense and satisfying, stretching warmth of your hole as he takes you completely.

all the words die on your tongues at the same time, after he drowns in the wetness of your cunt, picking up the pace with slightly faster thrusts, somehow randomly pounding and pursuing the feeling of your velvety walls wrapping and squeezing his meaty girth, sucking him deeper, until your wheezing and moaning is interrupted by the vulgar squelching of your slick, enveloping his cock down to the very balls and leaking down your folds, thighs, leaving a wet spot on the sheet.

he continues to penetrate deeper, his movements make you choke on your moans and sighs, as if piercing you, while simon lowers his face, lifting himself up slightly on tense, shaking hands, just to watch how your cunt swallows him to the brim.

wet, squelching sounds fill the room as your hole spasms and clenches around him, perfectly in sync with the throbbing and kick of his cock against your spongy spot, and he bites his tight lips, swallowing a satisfied growl, digging his fingers into his palms on either side from your head without touching you.

the feeling of an approaching orgasm twists and tightens in your lower abdomen, and your walls squeeze him tighter, pulsating non stop in time with your muffled moans, and your hands intuitively reach out to cup his face, urging him to look at you, the connection between your eyes is electric, tense as if a string that is about to break, and his light eyelashes flutter, his gaze softens spontaneously, as if the abyss is dissolving, letting you in with a desperate wheeze, like a wounded animal

— “i can't„

in front of you is a wounded doe, begging for mercy, asking not to look at her with such eyes, full of trepidation, full of tenderness, love that he is afraid that he cannot return, cannot repay in full, so he begs, hoarsely, desperately, he is shaking all over, and the thrusts grow in intensity, driving him deeper, hitting your cervix, knocking out all the sounds from you, not allowing you to connect a word while he chants again and again

— “i can't, you know i can't, stop.. stop looking at me like that„

the unspoken “please„ curls on his tongue and dies deep in his throat, but is silently reflected in his eyes, he doesn’t know that he has long been completely naked in front of you, body and soul, with readable emotions in his habitually bottomless eyes, which are now open only to you alone, as you part your lips, only to end up with a muffled cry and flare up.

your body tenses and trembles, a scream escapes your lips, choked with pleasure as you throw your head back slightly and your eyes roll back, lost in the sudden, overwhelming sensation.

coil inside you snaps, causing a powerful wave of orgasm emanate from the pit of your stomach, as your hips buck uncontrollably, your thighs tremble as you are consumed by intense pleasure, fire like liquid flows in waves from the pit of your stomach and to your core, mixing with the slickness and cum that coat his cock.

your spasming walls clench around him, sucking him in and milking him as you ride waves of ecstasy, the pulsating, vice like gripping sensation triggering his own release and he gives in with a sudden loud, strangled moan, as your vision snaps back to see the way his body tenses, his spine arches and he's assaulted by small tremors, making him bend over you, trembling, as his cock throbs and he spills his thick, hot cum deep inside you.

his tip kicks and spurts rope after rope of milky liquid, painting your walls until the last wheeze from his lips, the last drop of sweat from his sharp chin, before he goes limp, his body is still trembling, muscles are gradually going limp, but he does not have time to hide his nose in the arch of your neck when you, with slightly trembling hands, through the haze of a gradually receding orgasm, cup his face, hoarsely uttering those accumulated words that he did not allow you to say to him all this time, knowing that then, he would definitely break

— “i'm going to fall in love with you again and again, simon„

simon's gaze waver's, his lower lip visibly trembles and compresses into a line again, you feel him trying to lower his head, hide, to block himself from the words that he doesn't think he deserves, but your hands are squeezing slightly, and his is completely limp, so there is nothing left for him but continue to listen, even when his eyes become wet and his throat burns, holding back bubbling sobs, closing his eyelids tightly when you press his face to your lips, kissing a path from the corner of his mouth to his ear with warmth and tenderness, letting his hands slide over the sheets, curl and clench them into a white fist, before his rough, tingling fingertips touch your waist and squeeze, gradually wrapping them around you, as your whisper caress his ear

— “and you don't have to love me back„

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lovelettersforthedamned · 6 months

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Idkidk mean or depressed peter trying to push you away bc he’s afraid of falling for reader (he already is) but one night reader catches him after a nasty fight and cleans him up and sexy times happens but he’s finally opening up to her?

It’s Not Your Fault, It’s Mine!

--genre + trope: hurt/comfort, college!au, angst, flufffff.

--pairing: college!tasm!peter parker x college!gn!reader

--word count: 1.5k

--summary: something has been off about your friend, peter. he's been giving you the cold shoulder, and one bad night leads to the reason why he's been so distant.

--warnings: mentions of blood (bleeding nose), peter gets kinda mean, mention of alcohol, bruises, hurt/comfort, FLUFF.

There’s been a weird tension between you and Peter lately. Although you two are strictly friends, Peter has always been quite touchy. Both of your friends have seen you snuggled up next to him at parties, and holding hands while walking through campus. It was never weird for you and you never noticed how comfortable you were doing it until Peter stopped initiating it entirely.

The beginning of the week seemed fine, October brings midterms, which means more work, for the both of you. It began to get harder to find time to see Peter, either you were in class, or he was busy.

That’s how it was the entire week, until Thursday. You finally scheduled a time to hang out at his apartment to watch a movie and get takeout. As you head up the flights of stairs to Peter’s place, a weird pit in your stomach continues to drop, making you anxious. After finally reaching his apartment and knocking, he opens the door. You could’ve blinked and missed it, but right under his jaw was a sickening black and blue bruise, along with some dried blood right under his nose. His hood from his jacket is up, who knows what else he could be hiding underneath it.

Once he opens the door, he immediately turns away, trying hard not to let you look at his face further. Walking in quickly, you shut the door behind you, “What the fuck happened?”

Still facing away from you, he walks towards the fridge, opens it, and takes a long look inside. “Nothing happened,” a monotone voice meets your ears.

He reaches deep into the fridge and pulls out a beer, opening it and taking a swig as he leans against the kitchen counter. You take a few steps toward him until you’re in his direct line of sight. Reaching up to inspect his face more, his hand comes up to swat you away.

You open your mouth to speak, but you are quickly interrupted by the boy in front of you, “(Y/N), can we talk?”

This catches your attention fully, crossing your arms as you peer up at him, frustration lighting your body on fire, “Sure.”

“Whatever we are, or whatever this is,” his eyes are avoiding contact with yours at all costs, he’s nervous, “I don’t want to be involved with you anymore, and I don’t want to see you around anymore.”

Your once worried demeanor turns into one of shock. You suddenly feel like a deer in headlights, the warm air of Peter’s apartment now becoming too hot. Taking a step back, you speak before your mind can think of a real sentence, “What?”

“I’m telling you to leave, (Y/N),” his tone coming out harsher. His gaze finally meets yours, and he regrets he ever dared to look. Your lower lash line is filled with tears that are threatening to spill at any second. In reality, Peter would never in a million years tell you this, but fuck, does the thought of you scare him terribly.

He was comfortable in this safe middle ground of romance with you, there were no titles, strings, or commitments. It was nice having you, you brought a familiar sense of safety wherever you went. Maybe that’s why Peter gravitated towards you.

He thought he was going crazy one night, his mind had seemed to collapse at the mere thought of you. There was no escaping the thought of your smile, the warmth you brought to him, and the way your touch lit up his skin. All he could think of was you, and it was killing him. He wanted whatever you had to stay where it was, but it seemed impossible the more he thought of you. In all honesty, he’s afraid to love you.

Stepping back from him, your voice starts to shake, “You don’t mean that.”

“Please…please, just leave (Y/N),” his head dips, a tear falling from his eye, “just go.”

Looking at his slouched form, you bite your lip to prevent it from wobbling anymore. You remain there for a second, hoping that this is some sick dream, you’re waiting to wake up from it at any second.

Peter still sees your feet planted in front of him, he finally looks back up at you, but now his nose is bleeding again. Wiping the sleeve of his jacket against his nose, the fabric is now stained with the deep liquid. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself before he turns around to face the sink, turning on the water and running his sleeve under it.

You walk silently behind him, reaching your hand up to rest on his back and leaning into his arm. This time, he doesn’t push you away. You stay there for a few minutes before he turns to face you completely, “I’m sorry.” That’s all he says before he falls into your frame, wrapping you in a hug so tight that you almost can’t breathe. Pushing your second wave of shock and confusion aside, you hug him back. You’re not sure what was going on, but what you did know was that he needs you right now. And although the words he spewed at you were harsh, you pushed them aside, because Peter is hurting.

That was another reason why Peter loved you, you care for people selflessly, even after being hurt by those same people. “Let’s go sit on the couch,” you suggest, grabbing a few tissues before following Peter. Sitting down, you’re able to look at his face closely, noticing his nose first, you grab a tissue to clean him up. There was a gentleness to your touch, he wouldn’t blame you for hurting him more, especially after what he said to you. But no, your touch is feather-like.

Throwing the dirty tissues on the coffee table, you ask, “Can I take off your hood?” A nod is seen in response. Lifting both hands to pull down his hood, you see another bruise forming on his temple. Your fingers dance over it, scrutinizing it. Even though you barely touched his face, he craves your touch more. Quickly standing up, you make your way back to the fridge and grab a pack of frozen peas from the freezer, along with a kitchen towel to wrap around it.

As he watches you walk back, all he can think about is how he hurt you. He hurt you and you're helping him. Placing the cold bag on his face, you grab his hand to hold it there. Right as you start to pull away, he traps your hand inside of his, grasping your attention, “I’m sorry for what I said earlier.”

You sigh as you realize what’s about to come up, pulling your hand away from him and putting both your hands in your lap. “Why did you say that? There has to be a reason, right? What did I do?”

His heart cracks at your last question, his outburst caused you to think that you did something wrong. He swallows before responding, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I have no excuse for what I did, and I’m sorry. I just–the thought of us scares me.”

“That’s why we said we would keep this platonic,” you say, “we’re just friends.” That’s what you told everyone, that’s what you told yourself, but you couldn’t keep ignoring that inkling feeling whenever you were with him. There was always a pull towards the feeling of being something more, but the second it popped into your mind, you shut it down immediately. You couldn’t lose Peter.

He was panicking at your response, was he making a fool out of himself for making this such a big deal? “I know we are,” he starts, dropping the cold bag of peas to the side, “and that’s great, don’t get me wrong, but god (Y/N) you make it so hard to be just that. And it’s so annoying because it’s not your fault! It’s mine! I’m in love with you, and it’s driving me crazy because the thought of you not existing in my life hurts me. There’s not a moment in the day when I am not grateful for you. You have changed my life and you don’t even realize it! Fuck! I am in love with you.”

You look at him with wide eyes, you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it was not that. He’s breathless, panting at his hurried confession. On the inside, he was freaking out, you weren't responding.

“Can you please say something–”

Your response contains no words, your kiss says enough.

You softly cradle his head, keeping his bruises in mind. The kiss was soft, a pour of emotions flowing through your lips. Pulling away, you finally give him a verbal response, “I love you too, does that answer it?”

“I don’t know,” he teases, “I think you need to kiss me more to fully confirm your answer.”

“You’re such an idiot, Parker,” you laugh, leaning in to kiss him again.

--author's note: HELLO!!! thank you so much for the request anon! im sorry, there's not a lot of spiciness in this one:(( my allergies are literally killing me right now, so apologies for posting so late and the lack of posts recently! BUTTTTT, be aware of a fic tomorrow featuring someone else on my masterlist...don't forget to support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging! my asks/inbox is open, so send me anything!! ok, bye ily<3

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 6 months

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The Hand That Feeds

Pairing: Ettore (High Life) x f!reader (physical attributes such as large breasts and alternative appearance described) Warnings: DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT. Mentions of child neglect, prostitution, substance abuse, death, murder. Dark and obsessive behaviour, attempted sexual assault, sub/dom dynamics, male masturbation, smut. Word count: ~3.7k

Summary: Ettore is used to having to take women by force - it's how he ended up on death row, and now a suicide mission in outer space. However, when a fellow crew member catches his eye and becomes the object of his twisted fantasies, he soon learns that the touch of a woman feels more satisfying when he's made to work for it. Based on this request.

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Ettore screws his eyes shut. Strapped into the seat of the spaceship as it hurtles upwards, plunged suddenly into darkness when the lights fail, he feels trapped. It must have been twenty years, at least, since he has felt so vulnerable.

His earliest memory is sobbing as he is shut in the cupboard, the pitch blackness terrifying and too much to bear, but the sight of what he sees when he bursts out is so much worse.

The man on top of his mother, the noises they’re making, he feels strange, a combination of wanting to watch but also a churning in his tummy that makes him feel unwell. He retreats back into the dark, closing the door and hugs his knees to his chest until it all goes quiet again.

Ettore soon learns it is better to enter a room head first - if he is able to see exactly what is happening then he knows quickly whether it’s safe to come out, or whether he needs to retreat. Not placing his entire body in the way reduces the likelihood of being grabbed, hit, shouted at.

There’s a different man each time, and every time they leave there’s always money on the bedside table of the small studio flat, and his mother is asleep. It’s then that he crawls into bed beside her, cuddling into her warmth, tracing his fingers over the marks that litter her inner elbow creases.

He doesn’t recall his mother ever having hugged him, when she is still like this is the only time he is able to get close to her, and he wraps his arms around her until the rumbling in his stomach gets too much to bear. He is always hungry.

His bare feet crunch against spilled Rice Krispies on the dirty kitchenette floor. Sometimes there is bread to eat, if he picks around the mold, sometimes there isn’t. He sees through the window that there is a place across the road that his mother goes to every few days. She always comes back with glass bottles that clink against each other in the plastic bag, but sometimes there is bread, and less often there are Rice Krispies. He likes those, though he often spills them.

The hunger pangs in his stomach grow so bad he begins to cry. His mother no longer feels warm when he cuddles against her. He is not sure when she last woke up, why she won’t wake up now. Maybe she is just really tired.

He can see the place where she goes to get food from the window, it is not very far, perhaps she’ll wake up by the time he gets back, and so he wanders out of the flat, not closing the door behind him, and walks across the road.

Ettore’s eyes light up the moment he sees the familiar blue box of Rice Krispies, clutching it tightly in both hands. It’s only then that he looks up into the horrified face of the woman standing over him, unable to comprehend why she’s looking at him like that, as she takes in the sight of the malnourished, barefoot child before her, wearing only a t-shirt and a dirty nappy.

There are a flurry of adults around him after that, and he’s taken to live somewhere else. He never sees his mother again. He hears the phrase “non verbal” used a lot, and learns that someone of his age should be able to speak. He doesn’t know how to, and so slowly he is taught how to communicate with words.

Even when Ettore has mastered the power of speech, he prefers not to use it. He finds watching people is far better than talking to them. Most people tend to talk a lot even when they have nothing to say. He prefers the quiet.

There are lots of other children his age at the facility he’s placed in, but slowly they leave, one by one, when adults come to look around. He never leaves though, he supposes it has something to do with the way he has overheard the staff describe his eyes as “haunted” and how strange it is that he has no interest in playing. Grown ups don’t want to share their homes with children that aren’t happy. Ettore doesn’t feel he has much at all to be happy about, when he curls his lips into a smile it feels strange against his face.

As Ettore grows older, he learns of what actually happened to him. His mother had been a heroin addict, she had prostituted herself to fund her habit, and he had been a victim of her extreme neglect. She had died of an overdose and he had laid beside her body for days, until his own hunger had gotten the better of him and he’d wandered into the local corner shop in search of food. He feels nothing upon finding this out, if anything he yearns for the simpler time of huddling against the warmth of his mother as she’d slept off her fix. No one will touch him now, he craves physical contact but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

He’s placed into a foster home when he’s a teenager, though it is a placement that’s short lived. The woman has a daughter, she’s a similar age to Ettore and he longs for her touch. He knows all too well from the way that she squirms under the intensity of his gaze and leaves the room whenever they are alone together that the feeling is not reciprocated.

To Ettore it does not matter. He always waited until his mother was asleep before cuddling her, he reasons that he can simply do the same here. And he does just that; waiting until night falls and the house is quiet, he sneaks into her room, laying down upon the bed beside her.

He breathes in deeply, a delicate floral scent filling his nostrils as he runs the tip of his nose over the softness of her hair. His fingertips creep beneath her pyjama top, and he exhales a shaky breath at how silky smooth her skin feels to touch.

It’s then that she wakes up and lets out a loud scream, he topples from the bed, startled by her outburst and her mother rushes into the room. That is Ettore’s first and only foster care placement, another term is now used to describe him; “maladaptive”.

But he takes away a valuable lesson from the situation - if he wishes to touch a woman then he needs to ensure she stays asleep.

He watches couples with resentment, knowing that no woman will ever kiss or caress him with any semblance of love, not willingly anyway. Women don’t want men that are haunted and maladaptive, but that’s fine with Ettore. If it’s not freely given then he knows precisely how to take it.

Ettore preys upon those that are fumbling with their keys in the lock as they try to return home, women under the influence who spend just a little too long on their phones while trying to get a cab, and the ones that walk hurriedly towards their cars in empty, darkened parking garages.

He moves slowly, carefully, his body only moving in sync with where his head is looking once he’s certain of the target he’s selected. He is unhurried in his movements, and so he goes utterly undetected until it’s too late.

It starts as simply knocking them out and then using their bodies however he sees fit, but it rapidly escalates when he accidentally kills one of them, it happens twice more before he’s finally apprehended.

He doesn’t try to fight it, pleads guilty in court and is sent to prison. Even with good behaviour, his sentence is such that he’ll be elderly before he’s ever free. But any opportunity for eventual freedom is snuffed out when he gets into a scuffle with another prisoner.

Threats of solitary confinement hang heavily over him as he’s dragged away, and something inside of him snaps. He won’t go back to being locked away in the dark, he can’t. So he lashes out, and as he’s stomping upon the guard’s head he is reminded of the crunching of Rice Krispies beneath his feet from when he was a child.

The death penalty doesn’t exist within the United Kingdom’s judicial system, but he knows he’s being served a death sentence when he is given the news that he has been assigned to board a spaceship with other prisoners on a mission to extract alternative energy from a black hole. There is no coming back from that, he’s not foolish enough to believe otherwise, yet he readily accepts it. There is no other alternative for him, truthfully, there never has been.

When the lights eventually flicker back on and they are alerted they can unfasten their seatbelts, Ettore finally opens his eyes, looking at the prisoners that are seated around him. He’s surprised and intrigued to find there are women as well as men on board. He hasn’t encountered a woman since being sent to prison.

The scrubs they are given to wear are baggy and conceal much of their bodies, so to his disappointment he is unable to admire the feminine curves of the women on board - except one. She is shorter than he is, the remnants of a long since faded colour adorns the ends of her hair. Both her arms are full sleeved with tattoos. He wants to tear away her uniform and see what other artwork decorates her flesh. If he were a normal person, he’d strike up a conversation and ask, but Ettore is not one for words, so he simply stares, watching her every movement as a silent storm builds inside of him.

Though she is slenderly built, he can clearly see the way the baggy top half of her clothing curves over the ample swell of her breasts. His eyes linger there whenever he passes her in the corridor, picturing what it would be like to run his hands over them and squeeze their softness.

It’s these thoughts that are the cause of his every visit to The Box, the ship’s masturbatory aid. It’s used gratuitously by all crew mates, as sexual conduct between prisoners is prohibited on board, so he spills over his knuckles every chance he gets, imagining it’s inside of her. Would she claw at his shoulders and slap at him to get away, or simply lay still and take it?

Occasionally he deposits a sample into a plastic cup, taken away by Dibs, a supposed doctor on board who seems to be the main authority figure. She never fully explains what is to be done with his specimens, but once he has taken the reward he’s provided afterwards - usually a sedative - he cannot find it in himself to care.

He has heard whispers that she is conducting fertility experiments on the ship, attempting to artificially inseminate the female inmates. If that’s the case, he is thankful that his involvement is far less invasive than theirs must be, but ultimately it’s not his problem. He keeps to himself, ever watchful of those around him.

At least there is structure and routine; he goes to sleep and wakes up at the same time each day, participates in mandatory exercise regimes, eats regular meals and is assigned maintenance work duty.

Getting to know his own schedule means becoming familiar with other people’s, and that includes her’s. There is a sense of both excitement and comfort in knowing exactly where she is and exactly what she’s doing at all times.

The first time he encounters her coming out of the Box, he’s struck by how beautiful she is, pupils dilated, skin glowing with a light sheen of perspiration, her lips slightly parted as she attempts to calm her breathing. The heady aroma of her arousal lingers faintly as he goes in after her and he has never come harder in his life than he does on that day. He makes a point to go in after her every day after that.

If she were any other woman and these were any other circumstances, he’d have forced himself upon her by now, but they are in a confined space together and there’s no way for him to act upon his urges without there being almost immediate consequences for it. Every day it feels as though a coil inside of him is wound tighter, and every day he is left wondering if that will be the day when it finally snaps and he brings everything crashing down for both of them.

Despite his internalised conflict, she seems utterly unperplexed by him, which is confusing for Ettore. He is used to women regarding him with unease and disgust, so for her to be completely unphased by his presence is disarming. She is a criminal too though, he reasons, and for her to have been served what is effectively a death sentence she must have done something terrible. The thought makes her all the more alluring to him.

He is on cleaning duty today, tasked with scrubbing down the shower tiles. He enters the showers slowly, deliberately, unable to hear water running, so assumes that there’s no one in there.

But then he spots her, her hair wet and sticking to her bare shoulders, the tops of her breasts just about visible. She hasn’t seen him, yet. His eyes roam slowly over the greyscale body art that adorns her arms and thighs, wondering if there's more hidden beneath the towel that clings to her svelte figure.

Absent-mindedly his fingers move over the triangular motif that's tattooed on his right forearm; though the scar is no longer visible he still feels the indentations of teeth. If he closes his eyes he still remembers the way that girl had fought, biting into his flesh as he'd wrapped his arm around her throat. He can never recall their faces, but he remembers the marks they left upon him - each one now covered by the same tattoo - a target so that he never forgets - a slash of a broken bottle against his bicep, acrylic nails gouging into his neck. They're never quite strong enough, though they fight to the end. He wonders if her ink serves the purpose of covering or reminding, what sinister deeds have led her down a path of such finality. He intends to find out.

Her head snaps up to look at him and he sucks in a harsh breath as she makes eye contact with him. She doesn’t scream or shy away, simply returns his unblinking stare and his fingers flex at his sides, mouth running dry as he considers whether he’ll need to silence her or not.

“Like what you see?” She whispers, letting the towel fall slowly away.

Ettore remains unblinking, though he feels shaken to his core on the inside. He drinks in the sight of her bare flesh, her full rounded breasts, the dip of her waist, her curvaceous hips, feeling his cock twitch in his scrubs.

What the fuck is she playing at?

“Fuckin’ cock tease,” he spits out, before turning and walking away to the Box.

He reaches his peak embarrassingly quickly, brow furrowed and jaw slack as sweat rolls down his temples.

Once the feeling of euphoria has worn off it is replaced by anger and confusion. Had she been trying to get him into trouble? Did she actually want him? Was she making a mockery of him?

His mood darkens at the thought and as his mind races after lights out that night, unable to find sleep. He slips out of his bunk and walks slowly, silently, along the corridor towards her cell.

He can see the outline of her body beneath the covers, and is suddenly unsure of what he came here to do. Torn between wanting to lunge for her, grab her by the throat and make her pay for her earlier indiscretion, or simply slip beneath the covers beside her and allow his hands to roam freely, he stands and does nothing, watching her.

“Come inside, if you want,” she calls out quietly to him in the darkness, making him startle, “bunkmates are all sleeping.”

Ettore hesitates, remaining rooted to the spot, unable to believe that a woman is actually inviting him into her space, that she wants to be near him.

“You gonna pussy out again like you did earlier?” She questions playfully.

He feels embarrassment flush his cheeks and allows it to propel him forward, over the threshold, into her space. He won’t let a woman get the better of him.

She shuffles back against the wall, lifting the blanket and patting the space beside her.

He hasn’t laid beside a woman since the night he was kicked out of his foster placement for getting into bed with the host’s teenage daughter, the only other times before that were when he huddled beside his passed out mother.

Ettore swallows thickly, not wanting to show weakness and quickly slips in beside her.

She smells of the ship’s standard issue soap, yet somehow on her flesh it has an utterly different scent, it’s sweet and intoxicating and has him longing to bury his face in the crook of her neck. He inhales deeply, feeling himself grow hard from her proximity and the warmth of her soft skin against his bare torso.

Apparently she feels it too, as she eagerly snakes a hand between them, palming at him through his shorts.

A woman has never touched him like that before, not willingly. Usually he’s the one in control. It feels too much, too fast, bile rises in his throat and he jerks away from her, stalking silently back to his own cell, shame blooming hot and heavy in his chest as he feels tears burn beneath his eyelids.

What the fuck was that?

For the first time in Ettore’s life a woman had wanted to touch him, and he’d freaked out and run away. Does she not realise what he could do to her, what he’s capable of? He is supposed to inspire fear, not lust.

He wants to storm back to her cell and smash her head against the wall. She’s made him feel weak, inferior, yet despite that he can’t shake the feeling of her hand between his legs.

Unable to help himself, he waits for her as she exits the Box the next day, the telltale signs of her having just climaxed etched all over her features as she steps out. Her expression hardens when she sees him, rolling her eyes and side stepping him, until he grabs her wrist, stopping her from going anywhere.

“Let go of me, Ettore,” she says threateningly.

“How d’you know my name?” He asks, pulling her close so he can stare down into her eyes.

She smirks. “You’re not the only one that can skulk around the ship finding things out. Dibs left your file out the last time she had me up on the table, so I snooped. I know your name, your blood type, your sperm count–”

“Do you know what I’m serving time for?” He narrows his eyes as he asks this.

“No, I figure if we’re gonna explore whatever this is,” she gestures between them, “it’s better we don’t know that about each other.”

Ettore scoffs, quirking his lips as he eyes her carefully. “And what is this?”

She shrugs. “I dunno. Clearly you’re not comfortable letting me touch you…yet. So how about you touch me instead?”

He keeps a neutral expression, despite the surprise he feels once again that a woman would willingly let him touch her. “How would that work?”

“You’re about to use the Box, right? Take me in. Touch me while you touch yourself.”

Her words send an aching pulse straight to his balls and he nods, walking into the Box, not checking to see if she’s following. He knows she will be.

“Take it off, take it all off,” he orders quietly, gesturing to her clothes.

She pulls off her top and slips off her bottoms and his gaze rakes appreciatively over her form, only this time his hand slides into his trousers as he does so, his hand wrapping around his steadily hardening length.

Her lips are parted, eyes wide as she stares up at him, her breathing almost matching the intensity of his. Tentatively he leans down, inhaling her scent. The sweetness fills his nostrils and something inside of him snaps.

Pulling his erection free, he moves his fist over it in quick, aggressive strokes, biting at her pulsepoint, before moving his lips downwards towards her tits, pressing his face into their soft warmth, mouthing at them without restraint.

True to her word, she doesn’t touch him, keeping her hands balled into tight fists at her sides, though he can tell she is desperate to reach for him, her breaths erratic as she arches into his touch.

His stomach muscles contract, pressure building at the base of his spine as droplets of pre-cum help to guide his rapid, successive jerks of his cock.

Reaching between her legs, he groans at feeling how wet she is, a combination of her previous orgasm and how aroused she is from what’s currently happening between them.

He buries his face in her chest, sinking two fingers inside of her. There is no scratching, no slapping, no disassociating. She is soft and pliant against him, willing, and as often as he has fantasised about taking her by force, this feels better than anything he has ever experienced previously, better than anything he could have imagined.

As the pressure reaches its apex and he finally climaxes with a groan and a shudder, releasing white hot ropes of his seed across her lower belly, she reaches up with shaky, tentative hands to gently run her fingers through his hair.

“Good boy,” she coos, “did so well for me.”

He sighs, leaning over her, resting his head against the wall behind her. Next time he wants to sink inside of her, to feel what it’s like to be touched, wanted, needed. Because as haunted and maladapted as he is, as he opens his eyes and stares into hers he sees that she is too. Her darkness plays well with his, and in a cold and sterile environment Ettore has finally found the warmth he’s always craved.

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sapphic-coded · 9 months

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I Swear That I Don't Have A Gun

You grew up in Ohio with your father, brother, and sister. Your family was small and strange. Because of that, you were picked on relentlessly at school. Until another weird kid showed up. Her family moved in across the street from you. It wasn't long until the two of you became friends. Your friendship became the light in your life. Until it ended suddenly. Rumors followed your friend's disappearance. Russian spies. You didn't see her again until you crossed paths at work.

Series Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x fem Reader

Warnings: Lots of violence against wood. Reader is a messed up assassin and is proud of her work. So much childhood trauma just hanging out in the background. Reader dresses up like a lumberjack.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author's Note: Thank you so much for all the love you showed for the first chapter of this fic! All the likes, reblogs, and comments helped keep my muse alive as I wrote the second chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter. If you want to be added to the tag list then let me know, and I'll add you when I post chapter three. Enjoy!

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Chapter Two: Flower In A Hailstorm

Mount Vernon, Ohio – 1992

Your black backpack bounced lightly against your back as you followed a couple paces behind your brother and sister. The morning was bright and warm. The neighborhood was a quiet bustle of activity. Garages opening. Cars pulling out of driveways to begin another commute to work. Other kids trickled out of quiet homes on their way to school.

When you had walked two blocks, your brother swung his navy blue backpack around until it hung off his shoulder in front of him. He unzipped his bag and looked at your older sister. His hand disappeared into his bag.

“Do you think Sadie will go to the Homecoming dance with me?” he asked your sister.

Your sister shrugged. “Depends. Is she desperate?”

“Ha ha. Very funny,” your brother said as your sister smirked. He pulled out a shiny, wrapped foil of pop tarts. “I’m serious. Do you know if anyone else has asked her?” He opened the foil and pulled out one pop tart. He turned and handed it out towards you. You smiled and hurried to catch up to them. You took the pop tart and immediately bit into it. The sweet taste of blueberry jam and hard surgery icing filled your mouth.

Your brother pulled the second pop tart out of the foil, broke it in half, and handed one piece to your sister.

She took her half. “How would I know?” She took a bite of her piece of pop tart.

“Because you’re in the same History class,” your brother replied.

“That doesn’t mean I talk to her,” your sister said before taking another bite.

You ate your blueberry pop tart while listening to your siblings talk about Sadie and the Homecoming dance. You didn’t chime in with any advice. You didn’t know who Sadie was. Most likely a girl in high school like your siblings. But it was fun to listen to them discuss the likelihood of your brother getting a date with this girl. By the time you reached your school, your sister had settled on the theory that Sadie would most likely agree to the date if every other boy in the school dropped dead.

Your siblings wished you a successful day before you parted ways. You walked your usual route into your school and through the busy hallways. Clusters of students clung to the long, noisy hallways. Their stares were all too familiar. Strange looks. Hushed questions that weren’t so quiet that you couldn’t overhear. No kid dared to leave their pack of friends to go near you. Despite the plain, ordinary clothes you wore, you also wore the stories of your father.

He was the random, misplaced red thread in a blanket of black. He stood opposed to the currents of the town. His beliefs were rooted securely in what many brushed aside as fantasies. He kept himself fairly busy within the confines of your home, but whenever fate drew him into the public an odd story would follow. One neighbor once saw your father out in a field, attempting to contact aliens. Another found him in their yard digging a hole to a secret bunker. There were countless stories, and they followed you wherever you went. You were his, and so, you must be strange too. It didn’t help that you rarely ever acted like the other kids. It was not intentional. If you could understand how to act like them, you would. But you didn’t. So every day you spent in this school, you spent it alone. Surrounded by strangers. Constantly feeling their judgmental stares digging into your back. Hearing the whispered rumors about you and your family.

When you reached your classroom, you went over to your desk at the far back side of the room. Your desk was positioned an extra foot off to the left as if the group of desks had just decided to push yours just a bit further away. You put away your belongings into your desk, hung your backpack on the back of your chair, sat down, and waited for the school day to begin.

You had your notebook open and you practiced your handwriting as the other students all filed in. Your whole family was in agreement that your handwriting was truly horrible. You needed to fix that, but you frowned at your latest attempts. All barely legible. Your disappointment lingered as the teacher called for the class’s attention. When you lifted your head up, every ounce of disappointment and every thought regarding your terrible handwriting vanished at the sight of her.

The girl with the blue hair.

“Class,” your teacher began. “This is Nat. She just moved here and will be joining our class. Let’s give her a warm welcome.”

As the rest of the class released a chorus of hellos, you sat silently, transfixed. The first, loudest thought in your mind was a simple question: how did she have blue hair? It was so cool. It reminded you of one of the characters out of your sister’s books. The ones she would tell you about right before bed. The second thought was that she was pretty. You couldn’t come up with a good comparison or truly unravel that thought completely. You just knew when you looked at her that she was really pretty. You liked that.

The teacher gestured to the empty desk closest to yours. Quietly, she crossed the length of the room and sat down at the empty desk. You watched as she pulled a notebook from her backpack before setting her bag down. Then, she looked over towards you. You felt your whole body tense up under her gaze. You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to blurt out the loudest thought in your head, but your mouth stayed shut tight.

“Hi.” Her greeting was soft and quiet.

You blinked and your mouth opened. “Hi.” When you felt the first sting of awkward tension, you looked away and back down at your notebook.

The morning creeped by rather uneventfully. Every so often you would look over at Nat who would be busy writing down notes like the rest of the class. You wondered if she recognized you from the other day. Whenever your attention was on your bad note taking, it would often break off and wonder about how to start a normal conversation with Nat. You had never been in such a weird position before. Wanting a connection instead of accepting the natural recoil. You hadn’t come up with any solid strategies by the time the lunch bell rang.

You pulled your brown bagged lunch from your backpack and followed your class down to the cafeteria. You lost sight of Nat during the shuffling of students, so you took your seat at your usual spot at the end of one of the long, blue-gray cafeteria tables. You opened up your brown bag and pulled out your aluminum foil wrapped sandwich. It was the only thing your father had packed for you. You unwrapped the foil. Your brow furrowed when you didn’t see any meat, or cheese, or anything poking out from between the twin slices of white bread. In fact, there was nothing at all between the slices. Just two slices of bread sitting one on top of the other.

You heard hushed giggles coming from further down the table. You looked over just as a few of your laughing classmates quickly looked away. Usually, this didn’t bother you. You were used to this. But you couldn’t deny the hurt starting to creep in. You wanted to say something. Do something. Anything to let out–

Someone sat down next to you. Whatever had started to build inside you washed away at the sight of her again. She started to open up her own bag, but stopped when she noticed the two slices of bread posing as a sandwich.

Her green eyes shifted to you. “Is that your lunch?”

“Uh,” was the first word out of your mouth before you looked down at the bread slices and then back up to Nat. “Yes. It’s my sandwich.”

“Where’s all the stuff in between?” she asked.

“I think my father forgot it,” you answered.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It was already cut in half. “Here.” She offered one half of her sandwich to you.

You looked from her, to the offered half, and then back to her. “Are you sure?” When she nodded, you took it. You immediately took a big bite. The creamy taste of peanut butter brought a smile to your lips. “Thanks.”

Nat smiled and took a bite of her half of the sandwich. “What’s your name?”

You swallowed your second bite. “Y/N.”

“I think you live across the street from me,” Nat said.

Your smile grew tenfold and you nodded.

This seemed to amuse her as she chewed on another bite of her sandwich. “I remember you.”

“Me too,” you replied. “I like your hair.”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

Your conversation carried through your lunch. It was the first time your lunch had been more than just daydreaming between bites of food. You found yourself eagerly engaged in the bits and pieces that Nat shared about herself. You noticed that whenever you shared anything about yourself, she listened attentively without any judgment. You liked the sound of her voice. Whatever connection you had found felt strange and weird. But warm. And happy.

When lunch was over, you both walked back to class together. You were sad when you took your seats at your desks and returned to your lessons. You already missed this new piece of your life. You just wanted to sit and keep talking to Nat. You strangely got your wish when your teacher instructed the class to pair up for a project. As the rest of the class paired up like normal, Nat looked over towards you.

“Want to be partners?” she asked.

When you nodded, she maneuvered her desk to sit a bit closer to yours. Now both of your desks sat further away from the others. You had never conceived that such a day like this would come to pass. Yet here it was, and you couldn’t be happier.

Somewhere Else – 2010

The burn of the cold mountain air is the only chill you feel as you lift the axe above your head. The muscles in your back protest for the umpteenth time. It’s only been a week since the Amsterham job, and your body is still recovering from the aftermath. Being thrown across a lobby into a pillar wasn’t particularly fun. It wasn’t the worst abuse your body has been through. Barely a fraction of it. But it still sucked.

You bring the axe down onto the log in front of you. The sharp, curved blade cuts deep into the wood. The smell of pine needles carries on the wind as you yank the axe free from the log. Your bright red plaid shirt clings to your sweaty skin. Your hair is tied back in a messy, low ponytail as you lift the axe back into the air. Dark green cargo pants with the ends tucked into tan boots covers your legs.

You hadn’t intended to dress up like a lumberjack. You had thrown on your clothes after waking up with a sore back, stared at yourself in the mirror, and wondered what she was doing right now. You had slipped out of Amsterdam without issue. The media had covered the incident with varying degrees of accuracy. There were mentions of charred remains, but no mention of you. Or her. The two days it had taken you to travel to this little piece of woodland paradise had been spent looking over your shoulder. Waiting for her to catch up with you.

The disappointment you felt upon reaching this place in one piece was a real mood killer. The fun was over, and now you were just left with yourself. You needed to do something. So, here you were with an axe in hand chopping up firewood. But your thoughts still linger on her. You wonder if she’ll ever find you here. You certainly hadn’t left any clues behind.

Your axe swings back down into the log, and it breaks cleanly in half. You set your axe down upon the grass and toss the chopped wood onto a growing pile off to your right. Then, you grab another log and place it squarely on the stump. Your hands find your axe again. You can’t decide if you liked her blue hair more than the red. You know that you loved when she was on top of you. You raise your axe. Regret weaves into your thoughts. You should have enjoyed it more. What if you never see her again? You bury your axe deep into the log.

“You have outdone yourself again.”

Finally. You were wondering when he’d show up.

You look over towards your father. He steps down from the cabin’s back deck. His thick black hair is combed back and peppered with white strands. Sunlight bounces off a pair of thin, brown wire frame glasses that covers his eyes. He buries his hands into the pockets of a heavy, amber colored jacket as he casually walks towards you. The denim blue jeans he wears bears a few grass stains and dried mud mares his gray loafers.

You yank your axe free and smile. “I made the front page.”

Your father returns your smile with one of his own, yet it is small and his steel gray eyes remain cold. “I saw. Apparently a shooting between rival criminals turned into a deadly explosion. All dead. The hotel won’t reopen until late next year due to the large hole in their building.”

A small laugh escapes you as you shake your head. “That is giving them too much credit.”

Your father’s brow furrows. “Who?”

“The men you told me to kill,” you answer as your attention returns to the log in front of you. “They were not rival criminals. They were rich men who wanted more. They reached too far, and I made them go boom.” You raise your axe up and quickly bring it down onto the log. It splits in half. “Except for Tyler.” You look over at your father. “I shot him in the head.”

“What was so special about Tyler?” he asks.

You shrug. “Nothing. Just felt like it.”

Your father lets out a sigh and turns away from you. He takes a few steps away. His hand lifts up, and he runs his fingers through his hair. You set your axe down and toss the newly split wood towards the steadily growing pile of new firewood. You start to reach for another log, but your father turns back around and returns.

“This job was important.”

It is your turn to sigh as your interest in splitting the next log vanishes. You knew this was coming. The conversation was always the same whenever one of your jobs ended in a mess. You can’t help the way your eyes instinctively roll. Your father steps closer.

“These clients are important.”

“It was boring,” you lift your axe up and rest it against your shoulder.

“I do not care how boring it was, Y/N.”

“Of course you don’t.” Any trace of your earlier amusement is gone. “You did not have to do any of the work. I did. I had to spend four days with an arrogant stranger who smelled like cheap cologne and even cheaper bourbon.” Your father shakes his head and turns away from you, but you are far from through with your rant. “All that money, and he is a cheapskate. Did you know that the first thing he made me do was beat up his driver because he wore the wrong tie? And there was no backup. Who doesn’t have backup?”

Your father turns back to face you. “Are you done?”

“No,” you reply. “I wanted to kill him then. After the first twenty minutes. But no. The important clients don’t want to tackle their problems one at a time. They want everything all at once.”

“They wanted this job to be subtle.”

“I do not understand why you are upset with me because your clients had unreal expectations,” you reply.

Your father frowns. “Because I trained you to be better than this.”

You don’t have a clever response for that. You turn and start to make your way towards the cabin.

“They are also upset that you left one of them alive,” your father says after a moment.

You stop as you reach the cabin’s back deck. You look back over towards your father. “Then their information is bad. All the targets are dead. It will probably take awhile to identify all the bodies. Shifting through the rubble from the charred limbs takes time.” You set your axe down and lean it against the side of the wooden cabin.

“They’ve already identified all the bodies,” your father says as he follows you towards the cabin’s back deck. “The targets, their hired security, the SHIELD team.” His voice goes cold around the last three words.

You stare at your axe. You knew he was going to find out eventually. There was always a report after every one of your jobs. He knew of all your successes and all your weaknesses. It still doesn’t stop you from feeling that first hint of fear. Rooted in so many memories. Your gaze returns to your father. The frown he wears looks so natural upon his face.

“I did not know that they would be involved,” you say.

“None of us did,” your father replies. “Why did you leave one of them alive?”

You feel the fear more keenly now. It’s like he’s reaching out for your favorite toy. You know what he’ll do when he gets it. But it’s yours, and he doesn’t get to touch it.

“I didn’t–”

“Y/N!”

You jump slightly at the way your father’s voice explodes like the crack of a gunshot.

“It’s her, Dad.”

Your voice is small as confusion softens the hard lines of your father’s face. It’s as if you are back in Ohio seeing the girl with blue hair for the first time. It had stolen the breath from your lungs the first time you saw her. So loudly different from the peaceful town tapestry. You thought you and your siblings were the only ones who stood apart. But then she entered your life.

“It’s Nat,” you say when your father’s confusion persists.

And just like that, his confusion falls away and his eyes widen.

“The Russian spy?”

A small smile curls your lips. “I didn’t get a chance to ask if that was true.”

“Oh no.” Your father’s hand runs through his hair again before shaking his head. “This is not good.”

“Dad.” You step towards him. “This is wonderful. I thought my only friend had been murdered.”

“That’s because you will believe anything your oaf of a brother tells you,” your father replies. “That girl was a spy. That whole family was built out of secrets and lies. Allowing you to form an attachment with her was a mistake. She was a distraction for you then, and she remains a distraction now.”

“She did not distract me,” you lie. “I completed the job. Is it now against the rules to socialize with old friends?”

“If she is working with SHIELD then she is your enemy,” the familiar coldness of your father’s voice returns sharply. “She threatens our reputation with our clients.”

“How?” you ask. “She did not stop me from killing my targets. She did not stop me from escaping. She did not follow me here.” Each and every one of those facts were crushing disappointments. “Your reputation remains intact. Nothing will change. I will complete the jobs you give me to the best of my ability. What does it matter if I talk to her? She will not stop me.”

You wait for your father’s argument, yet he says nothing. The look he gives you is familiar. He is studying. Assessing. It reminds you of the countless grueling training sessions in the basement of your home in Ohio. You would be sprawled out on the floor, staring up at him, covered in sweat and sucking in lungfuls of air. Desperate for the training to stop.

Finally, your father lets out a sigh and digs his hand back into his coat pocket. He withdraws a square, white envelope and extends it out towards you. “Your next job. Straightforward. I expect clean results.”

You smile and reach for the envelope. But before you can grab it, your father pulls it away.

“She cannot be a distraction, Y/N.”

Your smile falters. You want to point out that you already explained why she wasn’t. You want to stress that she’ll never be able to stop you from completing your jobs. What happened in Amsterdam was the result of a really long, awful job. You want to say all this, but you don’t. You wish that you were ignorant of the reason. But you know why. Because you aren’t certain what would have happened if that explosion hadn’t happened. If it had just been you and Nat.

But, you nod, and your father hands over the envelope. You take it.

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also i LOVE your poly!marauders apocalypse au (so creative btw!! i'm obsessed!!) and would be so down to read something in that universe where the reader gets hypothermia or something like that hehe !!!! <333333

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: mild hypothermia

apocalypse poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You keep tripping, which is mildly embarrassing. You think it’s a combination of fatigue and the general numbness that’s pervaded your body even though the layers you’d put on when you’d packed up the campsite that morning. You’d all agreed that, with the death eaters on your trail, it’s really only safe to stay in one area for a few days at a time, even with all the protections you place around your sites. But that means days where, instead of lounging around your tent, listening to the radio and plotting for the Order, you use all the daylight you have to hike through the wintry woods until you’re far enough away to set up another camp.

Sirius glances back when you stumble again, the toe of your boot catching on a branch you hadn’t seen buried in the snow. It’s a more dramatic affair than it should be, and you barely get your other foot out in front of you fast enough to avoid face-planting into the leaf litter.

Your shivering worsens as another gust of wind burns your face, making your thick jacket feel like mesh. You think this has to be the worst moving day your group has had yet. The cold is the same, but the sun hasn’t so much as peeked from behind the clouds all day and the wind makes it nearly unbearable. The snow is thick enough that you’ve started stepping in the boys’ footprints to save energy. One of the many perks of taking up the rear.

You nearly hit Sirius when he stops in front of you.

“This clearing looks about as good as any,” James is saying, but Remus looks hesitant.

“I don’t know,” he frets. “Do you think it’s far enough? We’ve been slow today.”

“You’re tired,” James says kindly. You look at Remus, noting his slouched posture, the weariness he’s never quite learned to hide from his expression. You’re not sure how you didn’t notice his exhaustion before. You’re usually more aware of those things. “And it’s horrid out here. Let’s just call it a night, and if you’re still anxious about it tomorrow we’ll go a bit further.”

“I can make it further tonight.”

“It’s not all about you, Moony,” Sirius drawls. He looks especially monochrome against all the fresh white snow, you think. His superblack hair is as eye-catching as neon. “I’ve got a rock in my shoe I’d love to get out, and I know y/n’s knees have to be black and blue from the way she’s been falling for the past hour.”

His scheme works; Remus looks to you, arguments of his own fortitude forgotten. “Are you tired, dove? You want to stop?”

You shrug. “Yeah, I guess. It’s cold.”

Suddenly all three boys seem focussed intently on you. You’re not sure why. You don’t actually recall much of what you’d been talking about.

“Could you say that again?” James asks you. His brows are stitched together and his eyes have gone all sharp behind his glasses.

“I just said it’s cold.”

“Why’re you talking like that, doll?” Sirius takes a step toward you, then looks to Remus. “Why is she slurring?”

“I don’t know,” Remus says softly. He’s looking at you weird, too. Frowny. “Yeah, let’s set up. Maybe she just needs a rest.”

James spells the tent up quickly, then makes Remus stay and sit with you while he and Sirius set up the protections and everything else. The temperature inside the magical tent is cozy. Remus lights a fire in the grate to warm you all up.

“Do you feel okay, lovely?” he asks, helping you out of your jacket. You sit on the bed, working off your shoes.

“Yeah, just…just really tired.”

He furrows his eyebrows, placing a palm on your cheek. You have no clue how it’s so warm, but a sigh escapes you as you lean into the touch.

“When did you start tripping?” he asks you.

You…you’re not sure. You can’t remember the first time it happened. How long had you been walking?

Your bemusement must show on your face, because Remus’ mouth pinches. His hand slides down to cup your face, fingers pressing oddly into your jaw. Frankly, you could care less where he puts them so long as he keeps touching you.

“Feeling better?” James asks, materializing behind Remus. You’re not sure which one of you he’s talking to, but you hum contentedly anyway.

“I think she might be hypothermic,” Remus doesn’t look away from you as he talks, his eyebrows lowered like he’s waiting for you to answer a question you don’t remember him asking. His fingers press harder into your neck. “Her pulse is…scary weak.”

James looks at you, and you look at Remus.

“You really think so?” you ask him, befuddled. “I don’t feel…I’m only tired.”

“Hypothermia makes you tired,” he tells you gently. “And you’re slurring your words, love.”

You feel an icy tendril of fear snake around your spine. “I am?”

“You’re alright.” James catches onto your panic quickly, leaning over Remus to give your shoulders a bolstering squeeze. “Let’s just get some of these layers off you, and then we’ll swaddle you in blankets.” He starts easing off your jumper, leaving you in just your undershirt. You’re newly cognizant of the sluggishness of your movements as you raise your arms to help him. “Once you sit by the fire for a bit, you’ll be feeling back to normal in no time.”

You nod numbly, lifting your bum to tug off the jeans you’d worn over leggings. James takes the blanket from the bed and wraps it around you while Remus goes to find more in the other room.

“Poor love,” James coos, dropping a kiss to your head. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”

“No duh,” Sirius says, the tent flap letting in a blast of cool air behind him. “It’s fucking freezing out.”

James offers him a sorry smile. “We think she’s got hypothermia.”

Sirius sobers, stormcloud eyes flickering to you. “Shit, really? How bad is that?”

“Not too bad, I don’t think,” Remus says, nudging past him with a stack of blankets in his arms. “I mean, it’d be great if I’d thought to bring any books on that sort of thing, but I’m fairly sure if it were bad she’d be more confused and a bit…blueish.” He drapes a blanket over your shoulders, letting James pull it tighter and tuck it about as he wishes. “Do you feel any better?”

“I think so,” you say quietly. It’s a bit unnerving to be at the center of so much alarm like this. You do feel better being out of the cold, but you’re not sure if that’s what he’s asking. “It’s a little hard to tell.”

“You don’t seem like you’re slurring as badly,” James evaluates. He cups the back of your neck, planting a kiss on the frozen tip of your nose. “I think you’re getting better already, lovie.”

Your face certainly feels warmer.

Sirius grins at your flustering, though it’s dampened by worry. “What about a hot chocolate?” he asks, tone unusually gentle. “Does that sound like it might help?”

“I’m fine,” you say, and he disregards you immediately, posing the same question to Remus.

“Would that help?”

Remus shrugs. “It could. Doubt it would hurt. James, love, I think she’s got enough blankets.”

James frowns, peering through the layers of covering to find your face. “Do you feel warm enough, angel?”

You blink, owlish. “I think so?”

He shakes his head. “Sounds far from certain. More blankets it is. Sirius, get started on the hot chocolate.”

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The Breaking Point (Part III) - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Read Part I Read Part II

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Sexual content (18+/MDNI). Angst. Season four spoilers.

Author's Note: I decided to combine this final part of The Breaking Point with an anonymous request I received since this was my plan anyway. Thank you, Anon, for sending it in.

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“Levi?”

He runs a hand through his slicked-back hair, drips of rain dropping from the ends of it. He’s shivering. His eyes are so bloodshot it looks like he needs medical attention.

“I d-didn’t know where else to g-go… c-can I come in?”

You grab his arm and pull him inside rather than say anything. You close the door again and turn around to face him.

“Listen, I’m s-sorry for coming in here a-and dripping all–all over your floor, but I-I-I wanted to talk–”

“I hate to interrupt, but before you go any further, you need to take a shower and get these wet clothes off. Like now.”

He doesn’t fight you. He looks at the floor and gives you a small nod. You lead him to the bathroom and turn on the shower to the warmest setting, your remembrance that he likes scalding hot showers coming in handy now. You also leave a towel for him on the sink, as well as the candle so he’s able to see.

He walks into the bathroom, stands by the shower, and looks at you.

“Give me your clothes,” you say. “I’ll wring them out and hang them up to dry.”

His eyes widen a little. He takes off his jacket and hands it to you. The thing is so heavy with water and dripping all over the place. You drape it over your forearm but away from your body so it doesn’t drip onto you or your robe. His muscles glisten in the light of the flame as he works to take his shirt off. You see a few new scars on his lower torso.

One by one, until it comes down to him taking off his pants. He looks at you. You don’t catch on immediately but you quickly turn on your heel, away from him, to give him privacy.

“Right. Sorry.”

Once he takes everything else off and hands it to you, you exit the bathroom and call out to him.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

You close the door. You are suddenly grateful for his habit of long showering times. It’ll give you time to think. You sigh deeply and throw your head back, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, and curse the universe at this cruel trick it’s playing on you. It was worse enough breaking Levi’s heart, now he’s showing up unannounced at your door in the middle of the night? God.

You pad to the kitchen and place the clothes in the sink. One by one, you wring them all out the best you can. But no matter how much you work to do so, water keeps coming out. By the time you’re done, your hands are sore and red. You look over to the fireplace to find just dull embers glowing. Shouldn’t be too difficult to start a fire again.

Once you get that done, you take the clothes and place them near the fire. After that, it’s mopping the floors of the rain Levi trekked in. Then, it’s making some tea. You know he’s going to want it. But you decide to not give him his favorite black tea. But rather opting for peppermint tea as it doesn’t have any caffeine. And it looks like he’s been awake for a week straight.

You sit patiently on the couch waiting for Levi to emerge from his shower. And after about 45 minutes, you hear the water shut off. Anxiety brews in your chest uneasily, though you can’t quite figure out why. He’s the one who barged in here.

Eventually, you hear footsteps approach you. You look at him, only clad in a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. You look away quickly.

“Apologies for the indecency,” he murmurs.

“All good, your clothes aren’t dry yet.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

He sits down on the opposite end of the couch from you. The silence is so awkward that you just want to run away and hide. You take a few breaths before you speak, desperately trying to get the small talk out of the way to make room for the big talk.

“Are you warmed up now?”

“Yes, much better now.”

“Good.”

“This is a nice place,” he looks around slowly. “You did well.”

“Thank you. It’s cozy. I like it here.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

A silence fills the air for a few moments. You nervously twiddle your thumbs.

“So… you’re probably wondering why I came here.”

You nod your head, staring ahead at the flames, “Yeah.”

“I… came here to ask if… if there’s any chance of us getting back together,” he says your name cautiously.

The ball of anxiety that’s been growing for the past hour in your chest pops.

“I know I’m not good at this sort of thing. But the last few weeks have been hell, and that’s putting it lightly. I should’ve treated you better, listened to you when you voiced concerns about our relationship instead of shutting down. I know that now. And I’m willing to do better, to be better. I have not been able to sleep more than an hour per night because all I see when I close my eyes is you. I still love you and I need you.”

Your breathing has become erratic but you force it to be quiet and not noticeable so Levi doesn’t see. You close your eyes and lean back on the sofa, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He whispers, “Please say something.”

“Did you even hear yourself just now?”

The question comes out more bitter than you would like. Levi stays silent, waiting for you to continue. You glare at him.

“You still don’t get it, even after all this time. All the discussions we had. Pretty much all of what you said only concerned you and your well-being. What about me?”

He nods.

“Levi, being with you was so fucking hard. Even on days when we had even a few hours to spend together uninterrupted, I was only thinking about the next time you were going to leave. You were gone more than you were with me. That takes a toll on anybody. Imagine if the situation was reversed. How long could you take that before you decided that enough is enough?”

“I understand your perspective. I thought that when we got together, you knew about all this. I told you that being with me wasn’t going to be easy.”

“I thought I could handle it,” you shrug. “But turns out, being with you was harder than I could’ve ever expected. Especially on days when I needed you and you weren’t here.”

“The government is falling. The Jaegerists are taking over everything. I don’t know if you realize this, but everything I do is to protect humanity, which includes you. And I made a promise to Commander Erwin.”

“Of course. And who am I to get in the way of that?”

“The only person who can.”

You look toward him and his gaze is fixed on the fire, the orange and yellow flames lighting his cold blue irises up in the most unusual way. After a second, they revert to yours.

“Answer me just one thing: was being with me really that terrible?”

“Of course not,” you answer without any hesitation. “There were many moments in our relationship I loved and still love. I was just thinking about this earlier, but how you used to come home with those beautiful blue flowers or the bread for dinner. Those small gestures are what they are, small, but they meant a lot to me.”

“Yeah.”

“Waking up next to you was one of the biggest reliefs, too. Knowing you were there to keep me safe. And when we made love.”

“I like those memories, too. But I knew there was something wrong when you couldn’t get pregnant, no matter how far we went.”

You recall the doctor’s visit with Levi. That fateful day they told him that due to his low sperm count, he was infertile. Which, you didn’t quite know how that was possible due to the… size of his loads. But the doctor said that, in rare cases, being severely depressed or stressed can cause infertility in men. And that wasn’t too far off the mark.

You look to the ground and recall how distant he was after that for a few days. Neither of you was too fond of the idea of having kids, but knowing that the option wasn't even there dealt a blow to the both of you. There were times when you daydreamed about what it would be like to have a little Levi running through the house. The biggest obstacle that you faced about the idea is the state of the world. If you had a choice, you would’ve chosen to not be born. The constant fear of living under the tyranny of the titans was a miserable existence.

Thankfully though in the past few years, with the Scout Regiment exploring beyond the walls and reaching the sea, humanity was finally free from that tyranny.

Levi calls your name. You look at him, snapping out of your thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Still with me?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“I go back to my original question: is there any chance of us getting back together?”

You take a deep breath. You have known your answer from the start.

“No, there isn’t.”

You almost hear Levi lose his breath. He sits up on the sofa and leans over, putting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head towards the floor.

“I’m sorry Levi, but… I’m happier now.”

“Is there somebody else?”

“What? No.”

He’s quiet for a moment. The silence is almost unbearable. It’s so tense you could cut it with a knife.

“If that’s truly how you feel… can I ask one more thing of you before I leave your life for good?”

“What?”

“Make love to me one last time.”

You’re taken aback by his answer. You thought maybe he was asking you to be safe in your day-to-day life, but this was entirely unexpected. He lifts his head up and looks in your direction through the dark tendrils of his hair.

“Levi, I–”

“I know. I would just like for us to enjoy one another one last time. But only if you want to, too.”

You sigh. You definitely don’t feel pressured by his words but just conflicted. He was always intensely respectful when it came to sex with you. Always asking if it was okay, even years into the relationship. It was never pressured from you. In fact, if anything, it was the other way around. Always wanting him. You could never quite get enough.

You remembered the last time you two fucked. Months ago. Never in a million years would you have thought that it was going to be the last. Perhaps this is a good way to get closure for the both of you; to finally sever the tie.

He looks at you in a pleading way.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He leans back on the sofa and opens his arms, “Then come here.”

His hand reaches for yours and you look at it for a moment. You’re not sure if this is the greatest idea, but Levi was always a man of his word. Once this is done, he’s leaving your life. For good. After breaking his heart, you could give him this one last thing for him to close this chapter in his life and move on.

Your hand reaches for his and his fingers close around yours and tugs you in gently. The space between you two on the couch closes and he brings his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. You do the same as he places a hand on the side of your face. His thumb slowly strokes the flesh of your cheek. You can feel his heartbeat raging in his chest against yours.

After three breaths, Levi pulls away and plants his lips softly on your hairline and lingers for a moment. You feel a stinging in your eyes intensify as he does this. You would most definitely miss this soft side of him, this vulnerable side of him. But you can’t afford to think about it now. This is your decision and your decision alone.

Levi pulls his mouth away from your forehead and looks at you again, drinking the sight of you in the glow of the fireplace.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Before you have the chance to even respond, his lips land on yours in a desperate but delicate way. You lean into the kiss and push back into him. And reality hits: you remember that this is going to be the very last time you two do this together. You savor every moment. You give your all in each and every kiss, every touch. And he seemingly does the same.

You retreat from his face and get up from the couch.

“Come on.”

When you two are in your room, his touch almost instantly becomes needier. He pants in between open-mouthed kisses where his tongue is desperate to feel yours. Low groans rip from his throat with almost every exhale. His length, concealed behind the white towel that still hangs from his hips, strains against your leg to be freed. His fingers slither across your waist and his arm gently wraps around your back to lower you onto the bed comforter.

He lays in between your legs and everything slows down again. His kisses are so tender and loving. He deviates and goes to your cheeks, your jawline, your neck, your hairline. You know in his mind that he’s savoring every last kiss. It’s almost as if he’s treating you like a fragile item that’s going to break with the slightest touch.

Your fingertips gently trace along the strong muscles of his back when his tongue makes a long stripe along your collarbone. Your back arches up toward him and you run a hand through his hair. His palm reaches up and kneads your right breast methodically, taking your hard nipple in between his fingers through your robe. Your eyes close.

“Levi…”

“May I take it off?”

“Yes.”

He sits up and takes the belt of your robe in his hands and gently pulls it toward him. The bust immediately falls open. His veiny hands run up your body from your hips and to your shoulders, diving into the fabric to push it all the way off of your torso. He tosses it to the floor. He stares at you from above and drinks your entire body in. His tongue runs over his lips.

“What a sight…” he murmurs, whisping his fingertips over your naked belly and sternum methodically. “I’ve never seen anyone, or anything, quite as breathtaking as you.”

Your cheeks heat up as you give him a small smile. He chuckles weakly and shakes his head.

“I know I never will.”

You fight the feeling of your eyes stinging behind your lids as he lowers his lips to yours and works to remove his towel. Levi has always been a man of few words. But he’s never told you these things before. Why now? Why at a time like this?

The both of you are now completely naked against one another. The feeling of his warm chest on yours is something you’ve missed. In the moment, it feels like you two are one. The world has stopped. You place your hands on the side of his face and he grabs your wrist and holds onto it. His tongue delicately explores your mouth again, slipping against yours with ease and softness.

His mouth makes its way south to the corner of your lips, your chin, your jaw, your neck. His tongue runs over one of your perked nipples with an elongated lick. He grabs your breast and begins to suck, taking his time to carefully wrap his lips around it. As the sound of his licking echoes in your ears, your arm wraps around his head and pushes him into your chest further. His other hand massages your other breast and he switches between the two. He does this for a few minutes. At one point, he licks one just once and then goes to the other.

By the time he goes further down your body, your nipples are reddened and slightly swollen from his assault. He pecks, licks, and kisses your ribs, making you squirm underneath his touch with such need that you haven’t felt in months. On his way further down, his tongue circles your belly button. He tenderly places both of your legs up on the rounds of his shoulders and settles in between your legs.

He presses a kiss on the lips of your pussy. In his mind, this is the wettest you’ve ever been for him. In your mind, you think the same. Your fingertips find his hair and gently stroke through it. He bobs his head slowly up and down as his tongue slides up and down your cunt and produces waves of pleasure that radiate through your pelvis. You throw your head back and close your eyes, relishing the feeling of him in between your thighs.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he praises with a muffled voice and intertwines a set of your fingers in his. “Enjoy yourself.”

Your hips rut up against his lips. You simply cannot help it. And Levi doesn’t stop you, either. In fact, he likes it. Low groans emit from his mouth and vibrate into your sex. It feels so good. He always loves pleasing you and making you feel good. So much so that a lot of the time, he was perfectly content not getting himself off. Getting you off was getting him off. And you adored him for that.

Just when there’s enough of his spit and your arousal to drip down into the comforter, he takes one of his fingers in his mouth, circles it against your entrance, and slowly pushes it in. The feeling makes you whine loudly. Your pussy clamps down on his digit and Levi swears in his mind that you’ve somehow gotten tighter. He can’t wait to slide his cock into it again and feel just how good you are.

He hooks his finger up into your G-spot.

“Shit, Levi, fuck, yes.”

“Feeling good?” his breath fans on your cunt but his finger continues.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he says as he shoves another finger in. “I want you to cum all over my fingers. Can you do that for me?”

You nod your head as you gasp out, unable to form a proper verbal response to his plea.

“You always make me so proud, you know,” he says in between kissing, sucking, and licking. “So smart. So passionate. So obedient. So goddamn gorgeous...”

The combination of the praising, his mouth, and his fingers is enough to get you to the edge very quickly. When his tongue slides up and down and back and forth across your clit again, you stop moaning and even stop breathing. It feels too good. Your legs stiffen on Levi’s shoulders. You begin to shake.

“Levi, I’m… I’m close.”

“That’s it, thaaat’s it…” he coaxes as your clit is sucked. “Give it to me. I want it. I want every drop of my pretty girl’s cum down my throat. Please, baby.”

His pleading is so desperate and needy. It pushes you over.

“I’m cumming, Levi, I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming…”

Your hips rock up against his mouth again and you grip Levi’s hand in yours so harshly that your knuckles turn white. He continues to moan against your pussy. Initially, you don’t make a sound. Your orgasm just absolutely rips through you so hard that you can’t even make a sound. Once you can actually inhale, you scream out Levi’s name over and over again. It’s all you can register. He continues his actions as you go through the motions of your orgasm. You squirm and have to physically push his head away to get him to stop as your clit becomes too sensitive to touch.

You pant heavily. Your eyes remain closed. Mouth agape. He comes up to your mouth and kisses you. When his tongue plays with yours again, you taste yourself on him. You moan out quietly in response. You two stay like that for a few minutes as you get a bearing on your surroundings again. Your palm plants itself against Levi’s chest and pushes him down onto the bed. He complies.

You turn around to grab a hair tie from the drawer of your nightstand. You push it down your wrist and climb over Levi’s waist so you straddle him from above. He looks up at you as you tie up your hair. He reaches up and grabs your breasts, kneading them in his hands just like before. Your hips grind back and forth so your pussy lazily slides up and down on his cock. Your cum covers his length. He reaches down and uses his thumb to stroke your wetness up to the underside of his swollen head.

When your hair is up, you lean over and kiss him. His hands immediately land on your waist. They run up and down the length of your body. You feel him tilt his hips up into yours with want. You work your way down his body, just like he did. When you reach his nipples and take them in your mouth, he groans loudly. You know that’s one of his more sensitive spots.

“Shit, that feels good.”

Your mouth works one nipple, your thumb works the other. He’s panting so loud and fast that it sounds like he’s just run a marathon. He’s squirming and jerking slightly. He buries a hand in the lower half of your tied-up hair and tightens his grip on it. You love how easily it was to break down Humanity’s Strongest with just a flick or two of your tongue.

When you decide that he’s had enough, you move down to his strong stomach, kissing every muscle and scar there. He watches you like a hawk and presses his length up against your body to get some relief, as well as to encourage you to move faster. Instead, you latch your mouth to his skin to make dark hickies all over his lower torso. This is something you’ve never done to him before. He moans quietly as you do so. The mix of dull pain and intense pleasure is something that he could definitely tolerate.

Over the course of a few minutes, you successfully manage to leave three dark purple marks with speckles of red along the skin of his hips. You press your lips to each one and Levi’s dick twitches against your collarbone. He looks down at the marks you’ve made and a smirk spreads across his features. You know he likes it.

You shift downward so his length is right in front of your face. You wrap a hand around his dick, around its base, and a strained hiss leaves his lips. He shifts his hips up into your grip. The head is just absolutely glistening with precum and even a couple of translucent drips have traveled down to his balls.

Eagerly, you make one giant stripe with the flat of your tongue up the underside of his entire cock. The groan he lets out sounds like one of relief. Still, his intense gaze on you doesn’t waiver. His taste dances across your mouth. You lick your lips. Always tastes so good.

“Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours, princess. Let’s see that tongue.”

You follow his orders and he grabs at the base of his length to slap the head of himself against your tongue over and over again, producing a wet, muted slapping sound. When he can’t take it anymore, he gently pushes his cock into your mouth. He plants a soft grip on your scalp and uses it to guide your entire head up and down on him. He’s so gentle with it. He throws his head back and his entire body twitches with pleasure. His muscles move and contract deliciously in the light.

It is moments like these where you relish Levi’s vulnerability. How he felt comfortable enough with you to let go. To let down his guard and focus on something other than his title and trauma. In your mind, you’ve always been thankful that’s something you can give to him.

“Fuck, baby, fuck … I love fucking your mouth like this, could do it for hours … Only you can make this dick cum so hard and fast … You’re such a good girl, my good girl … Yes, yes, yes.”

Each praise, each word that leaves his mouth leaves your pussy dripping with lust. He sounds so unhinged and needy that it’s actually making your cunt ache. All you can focus on is how sexy he looks as he continues to fuck your mouth to his heart’s desire. When you hear his moans get higher in pitch and his grip get slightly tighter in your hair, you know he’s close. He looks down at you every now and again, needing to see your eyes as you take him as well as you do. Your lashes batting at him is enough to drive him insane.

Soon enough, he slows his rhythm in your mouth and pulls you off. His cock leaves your mouth a pop sound. He cups your face and pulls you up to him, then leans you both over so he’s hovering over top of you again. His lips are slow and passionate on yours and wrap around your tongue to suck on it. You both moan.

“I’m going to slide it in now, baby.”

“Please do.”

“Please?” he raises an eyebrow and his tone evolves into one of teasing. “Are you begging?”

“Maybe…”

“I like it.”

“Well in that case… please fuck me, Levi. Please fuck this pussy. Your pussy.”

His eyes slightly widen but he’s quick to react. His hand guides his rock-hard length against your soaking slit in an up-and-down motion. The head rubs up against your swollen clit again and again. You bite your lip and shift your pussy back against him. He hums in satisfaction when he looks down and sees himself coated in you.

He taps the head against your clit twice and pushes himself in. Both of you gasp. You instinctively cling onto his body, nails digging into his back, and he buries his face in your neck. He goes slow. Not slow to the point where it’s unbearable, but slow enough. You know he’s savoring you. It feels as though every inch of him is exploring every inch of you in a relaxed way. It feels nice. Unexpectedly nice.

“I know I’ve said this a million times before,” he begins, slightly straining as he continues to roll his hips into yours. “But you feel so fucking good, baby. That pussy feels so good. So tight.”

You moan and respond by kissing his neck. His cock continues to slide in and out of you at a slower pace. It feels like this is the deepest he’s ever been. He slides all the way in, balls deep, then all the way out, to his tip. As he does this, your G-spot is hit. You fidget against his body, wanting a better angle.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, stopping and looking at you. “Here, let’s put a pillow underneath you.”

He folds a nearby pillow in half and uses his arm to lift your lower back up off the mattress. Swiftly, he puts the pillow beneath it. There’s a tension relieved from your upper back. He lowers you back down. All of this while he’s still inside.

“Better?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

He resumes thrusting and this time, he places a hand on your lower stomach and softly pushes down. This, in combination with the pillow, is a much better angle and feeling than before, even with how slow he’s going. It’s almost as if he read your mind. Maybe he just knows you that well.

“Oh,” you moan. “This feels… nice.”

“Good. Always want to make you feel good.”

You press your lips to his as he proceeds to fuck you softly and slowly. It feels so intimate. So different from the past couple of months. It doesn’t take either of you long before you’re wanting to cum. When he picks up his pace slightly, you feel more pleasure in your pelvis as that spot inside you gets hit over and over again. The familiar sound of skin-on-skin slapping fills the room. Your cunt is gripping Levi’s dick with such force that, in his mind, he doesn’t know how much longer he can last. You’re in the same boat. Levi almost gets embarrassed, but then he remembers that it’s been a while since you two made love.

“I’m almost there,” he whispers against your neck.

“Me too.”

“Cum with me, sweetheart.”

“Mhm, okay.”

“Can I… can I cum inside you?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“Fuck, good.”

A few minutes later, you and Levi orgasm at the same time. Your walls flutter around his dick as you cum and he pulses inside of you, covering every last inch of your pussy with ropes of his cum. You two moan out each other’s names so loudly that you’re slightly worried that the neighbors can possibly hear. He continues to fuck you through your orgasms before slowing down and eventually coming to a complete stop.

He lays on top of you for a while. You run your hand through his hair and it nearly puts him to sleep. Both of you relish the post-coitus glow.

But then reality hits and that glow vanishes with a snap of the fingers.

* * *

Once you’re up and dressed again, you fetch Levi’s clothes as he sits on the bed in his boxer briefs. To your relief, the clothes are finally dry. Once you fold them, you pad back towards the bedroom and open the door. You walk over to Levi and place them beside him when he’s unresponsive to your presence.

“Thanks,” he mutters quietly.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you alone to get dressed.”

“Appreciate it.”

You sit on the couch and wait for him to appear. Your mind is racing with a million questions and a million thoughts. Truth be told, you’re questioning your well-thought-out decision that changed both of your lives just a few short weeks ago. Nights like these were the highlight of your relationship, no doubt. But they were far and few in between.

I cannot let one night cloud my judgment and allow it to question my decision, you think to yourself. What we did just now was for closure purposes, Levi said it himself.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear him call your name. He sits down on the couch next to you.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, eyes staring into yours.

“Good! Feeling good. How about you?”

“I’m doing well, too.”

“Good, glad to hear it.”

“I should probably head back to HQ. Sun is rising soon and you’re probably very tired.”

“I’m not too tired, actually. But are you sure you wanna head back now? It’s still pouring rain out.”

“Yes. Everyone is going to wonder where I am.”

{🎵 Backroads (Redux) - Lonely The Brave}

It’s at this moment that you realize that your decision was the right one to make.

The sucker punch you feel in your gut tells you that nothing is going to change. Not right now, anyway. There’s a part of you that will always love him, that will always be loyal to him. And who knows… maybe in the future things might be different, and you two can give things another shot. The future is unpredictable.

But, for right now… you have to let him go. Not for only your sake, but his, too.

You can’t fight the tears forming in your eyes. They cloud your vision and spill over your eyelids. He notices immediately and concern takes over his countenance. He takes your face in his hands and wipes away the tears making streaks down your cheeks.

“I never wanted to let you go, Levi,” you say in a strained voice. “I still don’t want to let you go.”

“Then don’t,” he pleads. “Don’t let me go. Please. We can figure this out.”

“We can’t… we just can’t.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because as long as you’re Captain Levi Ackerman, this will keep happening. I deserve someone who puts me first and you deserve someone who doesn’t make you feel bad about your title. Who is okay with loneliness. I’m just… I’m not that person.”

Levi’s eyes start to water, too. And something in them lights up. Like he’s come to a realization or experienced an epiphany. His voice becomes shaky.

“You’re right. I never saw it that way before now. I’ve been so damn selfish. You deserve so much more than I’ve been giving you. So much more than I can provide.”

You can’t hold back anymore. You begin to sob and Levi quickly takes you in his arms. He holds onto you like you’re the last molecule of oxygen in a gas chamber. You do the same. He’s squeezing you so hard that it’s almost hard to breathe. You hear him softly cry into your shoulder, too.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes with your name in between sharp breaths. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Do you hear me?”

He doesn’t respond. He continues to cry silently.

“We’re just on different paths in life right now, a-and that’s okay,” you assure him. “I still had fun with you, and I don’t regret anything.”

“Me neither.”

You look up at the ceiling, at whatever god or higher power that may exist, and silently pray that both of you can survive this heartbreak. You pray for Levi’s healing. You pray for your healing. You pray that he remains safe on his missions. You pray that he will always return. And you pray that someday, you two have another opportunity to be together.

You have a feeling that your prayers fall on deaf ears.

You pull apart from the hug and his eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are blotchy. You reach out a hand and mirror his actions by wiping away the tears falling down his face.

“Okay,” he grabs a tissue from your coffee table and wipes his nose. “I should head out.”

“Okay.”

You walk him to the door and once he slips on his shoes and prepares himself for a walk in the rain by putting his hood up and securing his jacket, he looks at you. Tears threaten to break from your eyes once more.

“This doesn’t mean goodbye, you know,” his voice is still shaky as if he’s unsure of the words himself. “I’m still going to be around. If you ever need anything, you stop by HQ and ask for me. Or send me a letter. I promise I’ll be there.”

“Okay.”

“Come here.”

You share another hug. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and neck. His wrap around your chest and under your arms. You wish, in your mind, that you could stay like this. Forever. You two stay like this for a long time. You hear him struggling to rein in his sobs. He talks again. Muffled by your clothing.

“Thank you for everything.”

He pulls away and looks at you with bloodshot eyes again. He leans over, turns the door handle, and opens the door. It’s cold, rainy, and windy. It sends goosebumps up your spine.

“See you…” he says your name before he disappears into the night.

“Goodbye.”

* * *

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shotgunning a cigarette with john wick (especially young jardani) is all i can think abt right now

John's breath is visible in the cold of the night, the stink of the city rising from the gutters in the alley. You take a deep drag from the cigarette he passed you earlier. It fills your lungs with welcomed smog, and you exhale before your lungs can protest the chemicals being held for too long. Neither of you speak as the smoke dances in the air between you two. You don't need to. This little routine of yours has been suiting you both quite nicely without many words so far.

You look out into the starless night, tapping the cigarette off to the side before passing it back to John without looking. You think about how different things are for people like you. How much your feet ache despite leaning against the brick wall for support. Your ruined toes from the strict ballet routines, the callouses on your hands matching the blisters on blisters.

You don't want to think about what they teach John. You know he's due for his first true mission soon, you're both beginning to be old enough to truly start being of value to the 'family's' business.

You don't notice John's sharp eyes caressing your features. You only glance over when your thoughts drift away, and the craving for another hit of the cigarette hits. You catch his stare, and he doesn't look away, he isn't one to be embarrassed about something like that. You wonder for a moment how long he's been eyeing you, but ignore it, and reach a hand out towards that little fire John holds in his hand between you. He pulls it back, not cruely, but as if he must.

This surprises you, but you don't know what to say. John speaks for the first time tonight.

"I'm headed off tomorrow night." he says it plainly, no deeper explaining, but you know what this means. He is going out to kill for the first time, for real, not the sparing he does with the other boys. No, he will use the sharpened skills he's learned, or he won't be back. You say nothing, but you give a small, short nod of understanding, and one of your hands reaches to smooth the white, fluffy tuelle of your ballet dress. John continues.

"I want to try something with you, if you'll let me..." He isn't nervous when he speaks. He says everything so plainly, but right now you know whatever he is suggesting is important to him, so you turn towards him fully. You look deep into those brown eyes, practically as black as the night sky above right now, only a small overhead yellowing light on the side of the building casting a glow on both of you. He sees your willingness to listen, and the space between the two of you closes so slowly, you hardly notice John is even moving towards you. He is truly, stealthy.

"Stop me if this displeases you..." His voice has softened, just barely, the words ebbing upwards with the frost of his breath. You know he means it when he says that, you trust that he would never do something to displease you to begin with, but your heart picks up as he moves closer. He brings that glowing ember back to his lips and takes a deep drag, tendrils of smoke escaping his mouth as he pulls the cigarette away at last.

He closes the gap between you until he is leaning down, his height having always been there, suddenly more noticeable. John hasn't released the smoke from his lungs, not yet. He's savoring the moment. His hand is warm when it touches your waist, bringing you in until your lips are brushing his, both of you open and waiting for the other. You give a small movement towards him for the first time since this started, and that's all he needs.

John presses lips into yours with a hunger, a need barely kept at bay, still restrained. He is well trained, indeed. He kisses you, moving gently in sync with your lips, and you respond perfectly in time. You are also trained, synchronicity coming easy to a ballerina like you.

John's lungs must be aching by now, but the kiss goes on, one of his large hands reaching up to place a thumb against the base of your neck, feeling you there, and then wrapping so gently to crook you deeper into him. You feel a moan bubble up from the gesture, and feel as if you are but a swan in wolf's teeth. John bites your lower lip gently, pulling it down and asking you to open. You oblige, and he softly breathes the smoke he has been holding into your awaiting lungs.

You take it hungrily, softly sucking in to meet what has been contained inside him. You feel as if more than just smoke has entered your body. You can feel a piece of John, as if he is giving you some small part of him. As if to say, 'if I don't make it back, remember this part of me, the part that didn't kill. The part that breathed life into another. Carry it with you.' Your cheeks burn in the cold as your lungs fill to the brim and the rest over flows and descends upwards into the night.

John seals the breath he's given you with a final, passionate kiss. It's as if he's stamped your petal like lips with a flame that wasn't supposed to grow there. When his lips pull away, leaving heavy breaths and even heavier lids looking, searching deeply into one another, you can't help but feel like John has lit a coalfire in the pit of your stomach. From the look he's giving you, you can tell he feels the same, maybe even better knowing what he's done to you, how he's tainted you before he must take his leave.

"John..." His name drifts from your lips onto his, and he stops you with the brush of another kiss.

"We should go back inside..." He hasn't taken his eyes off you, you're still so close it hurts. You know he's right, but this moment is intimacy that neither of you have every been allowed here, in this place that teaches only death. You search him, a hand you didn't notice is gripping his shirt. You hold that fabric tightly, and your knuckles shake when your mind thinks to let go.

"I know..." John says simply, and you know he does. "Meet me here again, in a days time, as we usually do."

"But..." You begin, not able to bring yourself to the 'what if' of no one being here when you come.

"I would not allow myself to let you down. You know that." And you do. John will do everything in his power to make sure your little ritual out here is unbroken. You know he will come back. He must. Your grip loosens, and you two part. You both go back to your comfortable silence, and head inside.

The heat of John's lips and hand around your throat hold you through out that night. You dream of a wolf who takes you gently in it's teeth. It doesn't let go.

Next part here!

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hyunimylove · 1 year

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christmas present ⋆ ࣪. park sunghoon.

warnings: wax play, knife play, breeding, praise, dirty talk, sunghoon fucking with clothes on.

the snow fell softly outside all houses; it was your first time meeting her.

in your country of origin when it was christmas it was hellishly hot so obviusly, didn't snow. sunghoon introduced you to snow for the first time.

sunghoon made you know several things that you did not know about yourself.

"mm." you moaned as you felt your boyfriend's big hands caressing every part of your naked body. you were reclining on the glass table in your living room –as god brought you into the world–, delivered and with your limbs open for sunghoon.

"so pretty to me." you heard him say.

something you had learned thanks to him is how much you liked being told how pretty and good a girl you were.

you murmured a complaint when you felt his warm hands move away from your body.

the sound of a spark rang and you braced yourself when you saw him light a red candle.

"are you going to be a good girl to me?" he asked. you repeatedly nodded your head as you watched him approach you again.

sunghoon flipped the candle upside down, causing the wax to start dripping down your skin, forming little red drop spots on your breasts.

"hoon." you moaned his name, feeling yourself grow wetter.

sunghoon looked so imposing in front of you. his platinum hair falling slightly over his eyes, his black pants catching his erection behind the fabric... the beautiful and expensive gray designer coat falling off his shoulders.

the contact of the hot wax now dripping on your abdomen only caused the heat to spread throughout your body.

"you look so pretty like that, open wide for me and willing to take anything i have to give you. i knew i wasn't wrong about you."

watching him go down your legs, you could only think that what he said was true. you were really willing to take whatever he offered.

the wax ended in your lower abdomen and you saw how sunghoon extinguished the wick with his fingers.

"kissie?" you asked while pursing your lips. your boyfriend approached you, kissing you hard, sucking on your lower lip and biting it a little.

you groaned slightly when he pulled away from your mouth, leaving you wanting to keep kissing him.

he walked around the table and disappeared from your sight, making you frown. you felt one of the drawers open and soon you saw him come back to you with a smirk on his face. in front of your eyes you appreciated a beautiful knife, with a silver handle and a small diamond embedded in the center of it.

"suck." he commanded, bringing the blade close to your lips. you felt a pressure in your pussy and slightly clenched into nothingness.

you opened your mouth, taking the edge to your lips and licking it carefully, enough to wet it with your saliva but not to hurt you.

sunghoon looked at you with his dark eyes shining. you really were everything he ever wanted.

"stop." he ordered again, gently removing the knife from your mouth. "i would like to mark all of you." he said, sliding the edge into your skin gently, removing traces of cold wax. your skin crawled. "would you like that, baby?"

"yes." you moaned.

the thought of sunghoon marking your skin and filling you with his initials made your stomach clench lower.

delicately he continued to slide the edge, sweeping the wax and taking the opportunity to pass the tip of the pocket knife through your skin; until finally it stopped in your pussy, the full length of the knife resting on your private part.

"i should fuck this beautiful pussy with my knife too, don't you think?" his free hand went to your mouth, forcing you to open it to suck on his fingers. suddenly you felt how he began to insert the handle in you but only a small part.

sunghoon would never allow himself to hurt you.

your pussy tightened around the shaft, sucking it into your warm walls as you moaned and sucked on your boyfriend's digits.

"i have the best whore in the world." he slowly pulled the handle out of you.

his hands came out of your mouth and he began to unzip his pants, releasing his cock. sunghoon rubbed his full length into your folds, using your moisture to finally slide inside you, the tears began to form in the corners of your eyes.

you felt sunghoon so deep, his sack falling slightly into you as he thrust into you wildly.

"hoonie... so good..." you said between moans. sunghoon smirked when he felt you tighten around him.

"im going to fuck you a baby. i'll fill you up so im sure to leave you holding my son." your pussy tightened around him again, as you desperately begged him to fill you.

he directed one of his fingers to his mouth and moistened it with his saliva to start rubbing your clit, giving you the push you needed to reach your orgasm.

"fill me up, please." you said. "i want it all inside of me."

"fuck, i'll make you the most beautiful mother in the world." he cursed aloud as his thrusts became more sloppy and he finished inside you, filling you as he promised and as you asked.

once you both withdrew from your respective orgasms, sunghoon came out of you to see you twitch and his semen leaked out of you, dripping all over the glass table.

his fingers collected his cum and headed inside you again. "oh, no. i have to make sure that this pretty pussy doesn't waste anything." he said as he licked his lips to kiss you, his fingers still lodged inside your pussy.

"best fucking christmas present ever."

merry xmas xoxo

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nikolaiismysugardaddy · 8 months

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For scientific purposes // Tetchou Suehiro x reader | | | NSFW

pairings... Tetchou Suehiro x Reader

contains...! smut! fem!reader, alcohol, kissing, biting, edging, oral(fem!receiving), slightly dom!tetchou, dirty talk

AFAB reader

I apologize for any mistakes in advance - english is not my first language!

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Note: it's pure fluff until the 3rd divider - so if you're underage but want to read it, it's fine until that point.

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The night was colder than you expected it to be when you were getting ready for a night out with your friends. You were outside the bar waiting for them, with your hands wrapped around your chest, trying to warm yourself up a little bit. The street was pretty crowded, even though it was Thursday. You noticed people bustling about, their breath visible in the chilly air. The sound of laughter and music filled the night, creating a lively atmosphere.

“Aren’t you cold outside?” A voice from behind asked. Without even turning around, you shook your head, even though your legs were already shaking from the cold. You heard the door closing behind you, so you let out a relieved sigh from your mouth. This happened a lot before, when drunk guys tried to hit on you while you were waiting or smoking outside. You knew better than to engage with them, but it still made you uneasy every time. And yet you still felt the stranger’s eyes on your back, like small knives being stabbed into it.

You hugged yourself tighter as a few minutes went by; maybe it was a bad idea to arrive this early. You glanced at your watch, realizing you still had a while before your friends were supposed to arrive. The door opened again, and a tall figure stepped out into the dimly lit street. Despite your best efforts, curiosity gnawed at you, tempting you to steal a glance, but you resisted the urge.

“Um, I don’t mean to bother you or anything, really, but it’s obvious that you’re not dressed for the weather, and I noticed you shivering earlier.” suddenly, something warm and soft was placed on your shoulder –a hoodie. Abruptly, you turned around just to face a muscular chest cloaked in a black windbreaker. The whole act took you by surprise, and it was written all over your face. The stranger chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You can return it later.” His voice was deep and warm, like spring air lingering all around you. Without catching a glimpse of his face, he turned around and reached for the doorknob. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected act of kindness. Curiosity sparked within you, and found yourself wanting to know more about this mysterious individual.

“Hey, wait a minute!” You hastily grabbed the back of his shirt to stop him from leaving. In the very same moment, embarrassment rushed over you, and you felt your cheeks getting warmer. He turned back toward you and looked directly into your eyes. Your jaws almost dropped to the floor as you got the chance to see his face up close. The words you wanted to say the moment before just didn’t come out of your mouth as confidently as you wanted them to. “L-let me buy you a drink a-at least. As a thank you.” He just looked so dreamy, even in this dim light, that you couldn’t believe your eyes.

He looked surprised for a moment, then burst out laughing in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

“No, no, I gave you that without any interior motive.” His smile was soothing, like the full moon in the clear sky. It was bright, but there was something mysterious about it that made you want to know more about him. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person he was, with such a genuine and enigmatic smile.

“But—“ you started to say, but he interrupted you with a wave of his hand.

“Please, it just happened that I had a spare one with me. You can return it later or anything, but don’t feel any pressure.” He said with a voice as smooth as velvet, and scratched his neck in a casual, nonchalant manner.

“Fine, I don’t want to pressure you either.” You looked down at his shoes, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.

You heard the door clicking as he opened it, but before he stepped inside, he gently patted your shoulder. Your whole body was frozen with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Your mind couldn’t process the whole thing that just happened. As the door closed behind him, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. Before you got the hoodie on, you grabbed it on your shoulder like your life depended on it, feeling the warmth and comfort it provided. It was so big, it almost reached your knees. All of a sudden, the fragrance crawled inside your nose: a mixture of sandalwood and vanilla. You looked around the street, but your friends were still nowhere to be found.

I’ll be inside the bar, crackheads. Both of you owe me a drink when you arrive. You sent the message in the group chat, then rushed inside, maybe a little too fast. The place was more crowded than you expected, and it was a pretty hard task to find the mysterious guy in there. You scanned the faces, hoping to catch a glimpse of him amidst the sea of strangers. A quiet sigh left your mouth before you headed to the counter. You were wondering what to get for him as you stood in line, contemplating whether he preferred a beer or something else. Your inner instincts told you to grab a good whisky, and to be fair, you preferred it more too. As you finally reached the counter, you ordered two glasses of fine whisky, feeling confident in your choice. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, its rich aroma enticing your senses. Now all that was left was to find the mysterious guy and deliver his drink, hoping it would lead to the conversation you were seeking.

You turned around with both drinks in your hands and heard a familiar voice not too far from where you stood. A childish smile spread across your face as you headed in that direction, but soon it vanished. He was sitting alone with a really pretty lady, engrossed in conversation. So he was really just trying to be nice, after all. Well, that’s my luck again, haha.

He looked at you, but your gaze was fixated on the floor as you walked past them to search for a seat.

“Can you wait for me a bit? I need to talk to… someone.” He said with glimmering eyes as he looked at you when you entered the bar. He couldn’t get you out of his mind since he saw you outside, standing alone.

“I think we talked it all out, so if you don’t mind, the boss is already waiting for me at the office, Tetchou. What about we call it a day then?” She asked with a warm smile on her face. She knew him for a long time and perfectly understood the look he gave you when you walked by - it was a look of longing and curiosity. To be fair, she hasn't seen him this excited in years.

“Oh, yeah, perfect.” His thoughts weren’t there anymore; all he could think of was you. The glimmer in his eyes grew even brighter as he imagined the possibilities that lay ahead. “See you later.” He didn’t even take his gaze off of you; he followed your steps until you reached the corner of the bar with the last free seats. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to strike up a conversation with you, to hear your voice, and to get to know you better. The anticipation of seeing you again made his heart race with excitement, leaving him eager for the moment when he could finally approach you.

“Go after her, goddamnit, Tetchou.” She stood up and pushed him in your direction with a determined look on her face. Tetchou hesitated for a moment, but her words resonated within him, giving him the courage he needed to finally make his move. Taking a deep breath, he mustered up all his confidence and began walking towards you, ready to take a chance on the unknown. It was obvious; he’s interested in you.

Before he reached your table, he turned around to wave goodbye to his company with a huge, hopeful smile on his face.

You drank your whisky in one sip, then started to play with the other glass, drowning in your misery. Even though you were used to it already, it was still painful to realize that you'd seen things in normal, nice gestures from an attractive guy. You sighed, resigned to the fact that love and happiness always seemed just out of reach for you.

“Is that for me?” The confident question astonished you. He was standing there with a silly but very handsome smile on his face, pointing at the glass you were playing with. You couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope as you realized that maybe, just maybe, this attractive guy was interested in you. But… where’s the girl?

“Huh? Oh this?” you held the glass in your hand and turned it around, analyzing the liquor in it. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with curiosity as he waited for your response. “No.” you tilted your head slightly, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “No, you told me I don’t need to. Oh, also–. “ you reached out with his hoodie in your hand, nicely folded. “Thank you.” you avoided eye contact on purpose. The guy seemed taken aback, his eyes searching yours. His perfume lingered in your nose once again, this time more intensely.

“You also need to walk home, right? Then you’ll need that. Keep it, it’s fine.” He leaned closer and pushed your hand back with the cloth in it, his index finger nearly touching yours. His gesture caught you off guard, causing your heart to skip a beat. You looked up at him, and the blood rushed to your cheeks. His tall figure towering over you gave you the right opportunity to get a good look at him: hehad a very well-built figure and softly tanned skin. His face was smooth, without any wrinkles or flaws, besides three small tattooed leaves under his left eye. His hair was tucked behind his ears, so his face was fully visible. The dark brown locks provided a nice contrast to his smooth, tanned skin. You looked back into his sparkling hazel eyes while you placed the cloth in your lap.

“Um, you were right at first.” You held the whisky for him to take. “I wanted to say thank you once again when I came inside, but…” you fidgeted your fingers in your lap. “but I saw you had company, so I didn’t want to interrupt anything.” He somehow looked a bit confused and frowned a little before he took the glass out of your hand. He slightly touched your hand when he delicately wrapped his fingers around the glass; that was the moment you realized how huge and soft his hands are.

“Whisky? Nice choice.” he smelled it with closed eyes and hummed quietly in appreciation. As he took a sip, you couldn't help but admire the way his lips curved into a subtle smile, revealing a glimpse of his perfectly aligned teeth. So kissable… You found yourself captivated by his every movement, from the way he savored the drink to the gentle way he set the glass back down on the table. It made you yearn for more than just a conversation over drinks. “Can I..?” he glanced at the empty seats in front of you.

“Huh?” you were shaken out of your thoughts. “S-sure, but what about your..?”

“My meeting? We finished.” he said easily as he sat down. “And you? Sitting alone on a Thursday night in a bar like this?” You couldn’t help but notice the genuine curiosity in his eyes as he asked the question. His interest in you made your heart flutter, and you found yourself drawn to his charismatic presence. He took a sip of the whisky, and you already regretted lending it to him. Obviously, you need that more now than ever.

“To be fair, I’m waiting.” Yes, that’s right, you’re waiting for your friends - who are pretty late already. You started searching for your phone with that thought in your mind, hoping they had messaged you with an update.

“Really?” he chuckled. “Patience is your virtue then.” He drank the remaining whisky to regain his composure and wash away his nervousness. He thought you were waiting for your date and it instantly made him feel disappointed.

“Yeah, kinda, my friends love to test that.” Finally, you found your phone in your pockets. One new message: Don’t wait for us, urgent work came up. So-so-so sorry, Y/N. Tomorrow? “Oh great, they won’t even come.” you sighed out loud and dropped your stiff shoulders. “I think I should head home then..”

“Let me invite you back!” He looked relieved and excited when he heard the word ‘friends’; and placed his palm on the table on your side. “Also, I’m Tetchou. Tetchou Suehiro.” You looked up to him, and his smile made it even worse and inescapable. Damn it, why do you have to look so good? You couldn't help but feel a flutter of attraction as you locked eyes with Tetchou.

“Y/N, nice to meet you, I suppose now.” Your anxious giggle didn’t help either, as you tried to suppress the growing infatuation. In the blink of an eye he disappeared to the counter.

I’m literally sitting with the hottest guy on earth, and you guys are not here?! you sent the message abruptly to your friends before Tetchou came back.

“I brought the same Henessy.” He placed the glasses on the table with a charming smile on his face. The drinks looked awfully small in his hands.

You hummed a thanks under your nose and held up your drink; you misplaced it on the way to your mouth, and a huge amount landed on yourself. “Goddamnit.” you looked down on your bare chest, watching the Henessy drops rolling down on your skin. Tetchou burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Looks like you could use some practice with that drink," he teased, handing you a napkin to clean up the mess. As you wiped away the spilled liquid, you couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment. He found your clumsiness pretty adorable and somehow sexy. You couldn’t help but blush at Tetchou’s teasing. “What were you thinking about?” he tried to hide his giggles with his hand covering his mouth, but those sparkling hazel eyes betrayed him. “Do you really wanna know?” The way he acted provoked your flirty behavior, and the alcohol in your veins didn’t help the situation either. But why would you hold yourself back? He nodded with a curious look in his eyes. “Well…” you looked around like you were going to say a really shameful thing. “I was actually thinking about how soft your hands are and how much I’d love to see you try to clean up a spill with that charm of yours.” you whispered seductively and looked down on his long, slender fingers with a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “Ah, no, you’re wrong. They aren’t.” The twinkle in his eyes grew even brighter as he leaned in and sneakily reached out to grab yours. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. “See?” He drew small circles in your palm with his fingertips, then closed his grip around your hand. Slowly, you looked up at his face and carefully observed every little detail of his veiny hand.

You looked around carefully and noticed that the bar was getting emptier, which gave you a lot more confidence to be flirtatious. You decided to play along and let your gaze linger on his hand, tracing the intricate patterns of his veins with your eyes. The dim lighting in the bar added an air of mystery, making you feel bolder as you leaned in closer to him.

“Tetchou, can you…” you nodded in the direction of the free space next to you. “Come a little bit closer for a moment?” He raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and stood up to sit beside you without ever letting go of your hand. He held it like a treasure he had just found. You leaned close to his ears and tugged his hair out of the way. “I’ve read an article that stated: if someone’s hand is rough, their lips surely are delightful. Is it true?” You whispered softly, feeling a rush of nervous excitement.

He turned his head slowly, just inches away from your smirking lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He looked down and back up into your eyes, staring into them, his rough hand still tightly intertwined with yours.

“Could be. Do you…” he leaned a bit closer, his breath ghosting on your lips, almost brushing them together as he spoke. You could feel the anticipation building between you. “Wanna test it?” Your heart raced as his words hung in the air, sending shivers down your spine. The intensity of the moment was palpable.

“For scientific purposes.” You whispered with a mischievous smile on your lips as you closed the remaining distance between you. The mixture of the whisky and his saliva tasted sweet and smokey on your tongue. His mouth moved slowly, enjoying every moment of the kiss and tasting you like fine wine. His free hand instinctively found its way to your face, his thumb gently brushing your cheeks. The warmth of his touch sent a wave of electricity through your body, intensifying the connection between you.

Thanks to the separated panels of the bar, it felt like you were the only ones in the room. The soft glow of the dimly lit room added to the intimate atmosphere, creating a bubble of privacy around the two of you.

His thumb gently tapped the corner of your mouth, like he was asking for permission, before he slipped his tongue inside. The taste of his lips and the rhythm of his movements ignited a passionate fire within you, making it hard to resist him. He discovered every inch and followed the line of your gums, exploring the depths of your mouth with curiosity and desire, before both of your tongues entwined together. With each shared breath and lingering touch, the connection between you deepened, leaving you both craving more.

“So… the article was true?” he asked, with his lips lingering on yours. You could feel the hint of a smirk on his face as he spoke, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. It was clear that he had been intrigued by the article, and now, experiencing it firsthand, he wanted to confirm its validity. As you looked into his eyes, you couldn't help but smile and nod.

“What do you think about continuing this conversation somewhere more private?” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. The anticipation in his eyes mirrored your own desire.

“Lead the way.”

You grabbed him by the hand and walked all the way to your home. It would have been a short, fifteen minutes walk if you didn’t stop at every corner to steal kisses from each other between conversations. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, and every stolen kiss only intensified the longing you both felt. As you finally reached your home, the anticipation grew even stronger, knowing that this conversation would continue in a more intimate setting.

When the door finally closed behind you, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. After you stepped out of your shoes, you turned to face him, but he had already taken a step forward and backed you up against the wall. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer as his lips hovered over yours.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, his breath lingering on your skin. Your heart raced with desire as you met his intense gaze. With a slight nod and a longing in your eyes, you whispered back:

“I’ve never been more sure.”

Tetchou immediately kissed you and pushed you firmly against the wall. His hands slipped under your shirt, exploring your body with his tough hands. You grabbed his upper arm to steady yourself a bit, and that’s when you realized how well-built he is. He lifted you up like you weighed nothing while kissing your neck hungrily.

“Your workout now surely paid off, huh?” you asked teasingly while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Lead me to your bedroom.” his voice was low and husky as he whispered. He wanted to touch you, to eat you up alive, and your teasing didn’t help the situation, not a single bit. You could feel the intensity of his desire as he carried you towards the bedroom, his muscles flexing with each step.

“First room on the right.” He carried you all the way to your bed and carefully laid you down on it, his body hovering over yours. Tetchou was absolutely hypnotized by you and your body under him. As his lips trailed down your neck, leaving fiery kisses all over your skin, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. He couldn’t resist the urge to explore every inch of your body, his hands tracing a path of desire along your curves. The whimpering sounds you made were like the most beautiful melody in his ears.

You tugged at the bottom of his shirt; he helped you and lifted it over his head for you to get a good sight of his bare, well-shaped chest. His muscles were clearly visible, even in the infiltrating moonlight. The way he looked down at your face made you feel uneasy in your pants. For a moment, he stopped, admiring the sight in front of him. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered,

“Is it still okay?” he asked while his fingers traced patterns into your inner thighs.

You slipped your fingers through his messy hair and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “Go on.” you whispered to his lips in a lustful tone. His fingers moved closer and closer to your crotch. He groaned into your mouth when he finally touched your needy cunt through your panties. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your moans.

Tetchou made his way down to your chest with his lips, gently sucking and nibbling on your soft skin. He moved lower until he reached your hips, while his fingers were still swirling around your hole with the already wet fabric caging it. You could feel the heat building between your legs, urging him to remove the barrier and satisfy the ache that had been growing. “Please!” you moaned and lifted your hips up in pleasure. Tetchou looked up at you, seeming pleased with himself, then pulled your panties down painfully slowly. As he discarded the damp fabric, his eyes locked with yours, filled with a hunger that mirrored your own desire. He groaned into your mouth when he finally touched your needy cunt. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your moans.

“Good girl” he hummed, and slipped one lithe finger inside your cunt. You’ve seen stars from the relieving feeling as he swirled around your soft walls. Soon another finger accompanied the first one, while his lips lingered on your wet folds. As his finger slid deeper, a wave of pleasure washed over you, causing your hips to involuntarily buck against his hand. The sensation intensified as he skillfully curled his finger, hitting that sweet spot that made you gasp for more. “Do you want me to eat you out like you’ve never been before?” he asked, moving your skirt away to look you in the eyes. Your breath hitched at his question, your desire evident in your gaze. The anticipation of his skilled tongue on your most sensitive area sent shivers down your spine.

“Please…” you moaned and grabbed him by his hair, holding him closer to your aching clit. His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he obliged.

“What a lewd sight.” he glared at your face, and without breaking eye contact, licked your clit slightly. He savored your sweet taste for a mere moment before he needily started lapping at your cunt, his tongue eagerly exploring every inch of your throbbing core. You whined out when his tongue and fingers started moving in sync, your arousal growing more and more intense. Each flick and stroke intensified the sensations coursing through your pulsating core, pushing you closer to the edge of release.

Tetchous fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, hitting your sweet spot perfectly with each movement. Your moans became louder, filling the room with the symphony of your pleasure. Suddenly he slipped his tongue inside along with his fingers, sucking on your bud hungrily. Every flick of his tongue and gentle suckle made you lose yourself in a whirlwind of ecstasy, driving you to the brink of madness.Your body arched and writhed in response to his expert touch.

Before you could reach your climax, he pulled out his digits of your cunt. A grievous whine escaped your mouth and lifted yourself up a bit. But before you could complain about it, he leaned over you and slipped his slender fingers in your mouth, gently rubbing them against your palate, making you taste your own juices. You sucked on them, begging him with your eyes to continue. With a lustful smile, he withdrew his fingers from your mouth and trailed them down your body, teasingly grazing over sensitive areas.

With one determined movement, you switched positions with him. You lowered yourself down to his throbbing cock, licking it through the fabric. Your tongue danced along the contours, tracing every inch of his hardness, as he moaned in pleasure. You grabbed the waistband of his boxers and with one swift movement, you pulled it off of him. Your eyes widened at the size of him.

“Oh my-” you gasped and positioned yourself above him. He grabbed your thighs harshly, his fingers digging into your flesh.

You rubbed the tip of his cock against your wet entrance before you lowered yourself to take him in slowly, inch by inch. As you sank down onto him, a wave of intense pleasure washed over you. The feeling of fullness, combined with the friction, sent shivers down your spine. His hands tightened on your thighs, urging you to take him in fully. His deep groans filled the room.

“F-fuck baby, you’re so tight-” he arched his back, and thrusted up into you at a slow pace. He tried to hold himself back, but it was no use. You steadied yourself with your palms on his chest, riding him slowly, with thighs pressed against his sides. The slapping of both of your skins echoed with your loud moans in the room. All Tetchou could think of was how good you felt wrapped around him and how badly he wanted to make you feel good. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you in sync with his own thrusts.

“More!” you whined as you bounced up and down on his thick cock. Tetchou forcefully lifted you up from his member, and with one harsh movement, he folded you under himself. You gasped from the sudden switch in positions, but before you could complain about it, he thrusted in you with a vigorous pace. “T-tetchou!”

As your moans became louder, Tetchou’s desire to please you intensified. He totally shifted his focus to your pleasure, with his hands worshiping your body and his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. His movements became more intense, hitting all the right spots that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The intensity of his thrusts matched the fervor of his kisses, creating a symphony of pleasure that left you breathless.

“Say my name again!” he commanded, biting into your lower lips as he fastened his pace. You gasped again and tangled your hands in his messy locks. Your legs wrapped around his frame, pulling him in deeper as he continued to fuck your cunt at an ungodly pace.

“Tetchou!” you clenched around him as his name left your lips. His cock twitched inside, filling up every inch of your hole. You bucked your hips up in his direction as you started to reach your climax, and oh, how much he liked that. With one finger, he added pressure to your aching clit which made your whole body shiver from pleasure. The cries of his name filled the room completely, mixing with his loud moans.

“Cum together with me” he whispered in a husky tone. He buried himself once again deep inside you before your walls clamped down on his cock with so much force. You reached your high together, the mixture of your juices dripping out of your pulsing pussy. After a few moments, he stilled his movements, gently lowering himself on top of you. “This was incredible.” you whispered while playing with his messed up hair.

“You are incredible.” Tetchou looked up at your face, his eyes filled with adoration, before he planted a kiss on your forehead.

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