#this is the follow up to my body hair post btw

[springseasonie]

I'm a Mouse, Duh! | LJN + NJM (M)

Roommate Jeno x fem reader x roommate Jaemin, Halloween party trope, pure filth

Summary: Nomin in police costumes and Y/N in a "mouse" costume (it's literally just lingerie). Will they fuck? Keep reading to find out! (the answer is yes) (the title is a mean girls reference if you didn't notice btw)

Warnings: sexual content, dom Jeno, dom Jaemin, oral (fem and male receiving), Eifel tower 😖, spiting, cum eating, ass eating, butt stuff (it's my first time writing this don't judge too hard), double penetration, slight crying kink

Word count: 8,3k

Song recs: needs by tinashe

A/N: the drought is over!!! I have posted. This is my kinktober thing bcs I've been too busy with life so I hope y'all like this even though it's a bit rushed. This can kinda be like a "the walls are thin" special episode if you will. Also tysm for 800 followers (even though I'm barely posting). Feedback is loved and appreciated 🤍🤍

"Can you please hurry up? The party started an hour ago," Jaemin yelled from the living room.

"Don't rush me. You want me to look nice right? Be patient," you yelled back, applying the red lipstick carefully. You checked your hair in the mirror one last time, fixing your lashes as you leaned into your vanity.

"I'm sure you look fine. Hurry, I want to get there before they run out of beer," Jeno yelled.

"Gosh, I'm coming," you said, grabbing your bag. You opened your room door, heels clicking as you walked out the both of them sitting on the couch. You stared at them, face contorting in confusion. "Cops? Really?"

They turned to you, staring at you for a little longer than they should've. Your outfit was definitely something beyond scandalous. Lace lingerie, fishnets, heels, and a headband. Jaemin swallowed hard, eyes scraping every inch of your body. The obscene 'costume' hugged your body like it was made for you. And your lips looked great in red. He always loved the color on you. Jeno didn't hide his emotions like Jaemin did though. He was always shameless. Letting you know how good you look even on days where you weren't very dressed up. Jeno had always been attracted to you. Both of them were, making being roommates with them very hard at times.

"That's your costume," Jaemin questioned, eyes scanning you once again stopping at your cleavage.

"Yes it is."

"And what are you supposed to be," Jeno continued.

"I'm a mouse," you said, pouting at the headband. "Duh."

Jeno chuckled at your answer, raking his hands through his hair as he stared at you. "If I were to guess, I'd probably say playboy model."

"Ha ha very funny," you mumbled. "Anyway, I'm ready. Are you both going to keep sitting there staring or do you wanna go?"

"Yeah, the party, right." Jaemin pulled out his phone, ordering Uber for the three of you. You all walk outside, standing in front of your apartment. Tonight, the biggest frat of your university was going to throw a Halloween party. They're known for having the best parties, so this one shouldn't be short of excitement. You were hoping and praying to get laid tonight after a 4 month dry spell. You needed action, no matter where you got it from.

Hopefully, your dream could come true. It shouldn't be that hard right? After all, it was Halloween.

-

You definitely were not gonna get laid tonight. Half of the frat is already piss drunk, the sports bros are hooking up or going home early, all the hot guys are with their girlfriends. It looked like luck was in fact not on your side. In moments like these you would nuzzle into one of your friends arms and complain but they were all off doing whatever for the night. Now it was just you and the red solo cup full of various alcoholic beverages mixed together. The drink was rancid, but it would have you loose in no time to help you get comfortable.

Funny thing about it was you'd probably never be comfortable. You definitely did not have the most outrageous outfit in the house, but the eyes that lingered on you made you feel like you did. This costume was completely out of your norm. Every other Halloween, Jeno and Jaemin would dress up as something funny, but this time you wanted to take a bit of a break. Now that break is costing you foot pain, forcing you to stand in the corner in 5 inch heels for an hour and a half.

You stopped your drink, trying your best to avoid the gaze of the men who migrated around the house. But there was one gaze you couldn't shake no matter how much you tried. Jaemin watched you from the other side, eyes scanning your body like they did hours prior. He was so attracted to you it made him crazy. This was probably the first time he felt like he needed you. There were times where he walked in on you accidentally, saw you in underwear, but nothing could compare to this.

You stood there, gorgeous as ever, in the sexiest clothes ever, tiny bits of skin peeking through the lace making his mind wild. And now that he had just the right amount of alcohol in his system, he could finally do something about it.

You didn't notice Jaemin walking towards you, so when you heard him speak, you jumped a bit.

"Y/N," he said, making you turn around.

"God, you scared me," you laughed. You watched him lean on the wall, one hand on his cup and the other in his pocket. His eyes hung low, lips curved into a smile as he stared at you.

"Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to." Jaemin sipped his drink, licking his lips as he continued to look at your cleavage. "I didn't tell you earlier but… you look great tonight."

The way his eyes went from your lips to your chest didn't go unnoticed. "You didn't have to tell me, you've been staring since we got here," you say. You thought that would probably throw him off his game but to your surprise, all he did was grin and laugh.

"So you noticed?"

"Of course I noticed. Everyone's been staring at me. Am I that naked," you question.

"Do you feel naked?"

"I do when you look at me like that," you laugh. Jaemin's eyes were always the thing that told you the most. He could've lied and said you look ridiculous but his expressions never lie. He didn't know, but you always felt vulnerable under his stare. Like he could do anything and everything. And you would definitely let him.

"If you wanna fuck me, just say so," you joke. You brought the cup to your lips, drinking the party battery acid. Your eyes were locked on his, the tension between you both becoming thicker and thicker by the second. For a minute, you forgot that you were in a room full of people because all you wanted to do was rip that costume off him and give him what he was begging for.

Jaemin watched you as you pulled the cup away from your lips, lipstick staining the plastic. A drop of the liquid remained on your lip, the sight making Jaemin swallow hard. All he could think about was that pretty lipstick being in places it shouldn't be. Jaemin reached up, tilting your chin to him softly as he took his thumb and wiped the drop.

Your stomach erupted in butterflies, heat spreading between your legs when he maintained eye contact. You didn't mean to, but you leaned into his touch, slightly gasping when he continued staring at you.

"Should I fuck you," he said out right.

Your heart beat sped up immediately, this sudden surge of confidence in him making you go crazy. That's when you noticed how close you both were. Jaemin's face was hovering right above yours, one more step and he would be kissing you. His lips looked so soft and inviting, so why not make it happen. You glanced at his lips then looked back at his eyes slowly getting sucked into his little game.

"Is this part of your whole police bit? Interrogating me like this,' you joke, trying to take some edge off the moment. "Are you going to arrest me if I don't answer?"

Jaemin didn't answer, just grinned. You always had a way of getting out of something and that something just so happened to be the sexual tension that's been brewing between the both of you for the longest. You couldn't deny that he looked good in the costume. And you always had a thing for men in uniform.

But instead of making a move, Jaemin simply backed away from you, eyeing you up and down. "I'm not doing this here," he mumbled, licking his lips.

"Do it," you said. "Do whatever you want." You swallowed hard, watching Jaemin watch you. You wanted him to just grab you and take you right here in the corner of the room. No one would notice anyway. Everyone was either high, drunk or in their own world.

Jaemin chuckled, licking his lips. "I'll see you later okay. Don't get too drunk." And with that he walked away, leaving you hot and needy.

-

Your body moved to the music, surrounded on all sides by people who also danced, talked and laughed. So far it's been a blast. Nothing crazy has happened except for some guy fighting another guy for scaring him too badly, two freshmans getting caught in a bedroom together, a girl projectile vomiting all over the living room. But other than that, it's been a smooth night.

You keep thinking about how you talked earlier with Jaemin. His sly look, the confidence in his eyes, the way he towered over you. God, he was so enticing.

You kept sipping your drink, the liquid falling into your stomach and heating your body at the same time when you felt someone come up behind you. They held your hips, body swaying with yours. "I thought you would never come back," you said, leaning into their body.

"I haven't seen you all night."

You looked behind you, only to see Jeno staring at you with his signature smile. "I thought you were Jaem," you said, turning around fully. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to hold your waist, body dancing with yours to the music.

"Why are you always looking for him and not me," he whined playfully.

You laughed, fingers playing in his hair. You felt his hands tense and tighten on your hips, fingers slightly pressing into your sides. This is the closest you've probably ever been to him. Due to the nature of your outfit, it felt like his hands were on your skin, making your body heat up a little too fast. You tried to push the thoughts of his hands ripping off the outfit, forcing you down to your knees, swirling your cup of liquid behind his head. You took your arm from behind him, sipping it slowly.

"Gosh what made you think this costume was a good idea," he groaned, his cute grin making you giggle.

"Why didn't you and Jaem tell me you guys were gonna be cops? I could've been a cop too," you laugh.

"No one likes female cops."

"Not true. You haven't seen me as a female cop yet." The funny thing is that he did it last year. Except you bought a proper cop costume instead of a 'sexy' one. "Besides, I like this one. It was cheap."

"Clearly," he chuckled. His laugh was deep, radiating through your entire chest. That's when you noticed he wasn't even looking in your direction. Jeno was looking directly at your cleavage as your chest was pressed right against his. He slid his hands down your hips and behind, palms loosely cupping your ass. "What were you looking to achieve wearing this Y/N? Because whatever it was, it might be working."

You reached back, moving his hands back to your hips. "I'm trying to get laid, and I'm trying to do it with anyone that's not you."

Jeno raised a brow, giving you a dry laugh. "You're the only woman I know who wouldn't take the easy route."

"And what do you mean by that?"

"I mean," he leaned into your ear, lips brushing against the edge,"what kind of woman wouldn't wanna fuck two guys who clearly wanna fuck her and happens to live with?"

Jenos hands snakes back to your ass, gripping it hard. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at him, who remained as calm and collected as he did earlier. God it made you crazy. You were already wet from the interaction with Jaemin earlier, this one with Jeno just making you soaked.

"You're so rough, don't manhandle me," you whined, chest slightly pushing against his.

"Don't pretend you don't like it rough. 'Harder, faster'," he mocked. You've been a little less discreet than you would've liked in the past, leading to weeks and weeks of bullying by the two. "Your taste in men is horrible. If you have to keep telling them what to do, they're horrible."

"And if I fuck you and Jaem, what would that make me," you ask, tilting your head.

"Smart."

You laugh, taking another big sip from your cup. All Jeno could think about was how close you were to him. How close he is to ripping your lack of real clothes off. He just wanted you to admit that you've been thinking about it too, but he's fine if you didn't. He enjoyed the chase. He watched you place the cup on the coffee table that's next to you, fully immersing yourself in the conversation you were having with him. But Jeno wishes he could immerse himself the same as you. The way you look at him, the way you let your fingers graze his arms. You had no idea.

"Do you like the police costumes," Jeno asked you, content expression on his face.

You nod, moving your arms from around his neck and placing them on his shoulders. "Of course I do. You look hot," you complimented, grazing your fingers down his arms.

"Hot enough for you to fuck?"

You gave him a soft laugh, rolling your eyes. "Keep asking and it'll never happen."

"So you've considered."

You shook your head, avoiding the obvious answer but he knew you better than that. You thought about fucking him and Jaemin almost everyday. The thought of them bending you over, fist in your hair as they took you from behind plagued your once sane mind more times than you would like to admit. The feeling of their rough strong hands on your body, forcing you into any position possible. You couldn't help it. Living in such close quarters with them gave you the privileges of seeing things other women would kill to see. The Halloween costumes made it so much worse, the want for them to dominate you stronger than ever. Maybe you had a thing for power, but whatever it was was turning you into the most horny woman where you stood.

"Don't lie to me," he said quietly. Jeno gave you a smug smile as he leaned into your ear. "Instead of trying to fuck one of these losers, all you have to do is say the word and we'll be out of here."

A shiver ran down your spine feeling his breath on your ear. You needed him badly. You needed Jaemin badly, and you just knew you had to take the opportunity, but not without teasing him so much. Just before you spoke, you felt someone press against your back, whoever it was was not breathing into your neck.

"You guys are having fun without me?"

You gulped, Jaemin's deep whisper traveling right between your legs. Jeno moved his hands to your hips allowing Jaemin to place his own hands on your waist. His fingers played with the thin fabric, nails threatening to tip the thread with every pass. Jaemin pressed his semi hard cock in your ass while Jeno pressed his to your front, sending you into a spiral. You were forcefully sandwiched between your roommates, the air getting thick around you as people began to stare at the three of you.

"Guys people are starting to stare," you say, looking down to avoid eye contact with Jeno.

"And? They're just waiting for us to fuck you right in the middle of this floor. And I bet you're waiting for it too," Jaemin says in your ear, chuckling when you arched your ass on him. For a second it felt like no one was in the room. The music muffled in your ears, the faint feeling of jaemin's lips on your neck and Jeno's lips grazing against your lighting a fire in your chest.

"Stop teasing," you exhale.

"Do you want it as much as we want it," Jeno questioned, biting his lip as he stared at yours.

"Yes."

A wicked smile you couldn't see spread on Jaemin's face hearing your words. "This is gonna be a long night then."

-

The Uber ride consisted of nothing but kissing and touching. You were squeezed between the two men, their hands all over your body not giving a second to breathe. You find yourself kissing both of them at the same time, one or the other pulling you away when they feel they've been left out.

Jaemin's soft touch contrasted how strong his kisses were, his hand resting gently on the back of your neck as he kissed you. He wanted you to feel how much he wanted you, not just know. Jaemin didn't hide how horny he was for you due to the number of drinks he consumed at the party. He palmed himself, his cock straining against the pants of the costume.

Beside you, Jeno kissed neck, holding your waist tight he was pressed against you, sandwiching your body between the both of them. The scene was something straight out of a movie. The three of you are unable to keep your hands to yourselves as your driver tries his best to not watch in the front of the car.

You were in a complete daze, Jeno grabbing your chin gently, turning you to him. You moaned on his lips softly, turning your body to him. Jeno's hands went from your waist to your chest, gripping your breast generously. Jaemin kissed your neck down to your shoulder, his big strong hands making their way between your legs. You gasped softly feeling his thumbs rub your inner thighs dangerously close to your soaking heat.

"Fuck," you whispered, brows furrowing as you felt his thumb graze your clothed clit.

"It would only take me a second to rip this shit fabric off you," he whispered low enough so the driver couldn't hear. "Is that what you want?"

You nodded, gulping as Jeno's hands rubbed up your thighs. "Be patient, pretty. We're almost home," Jeno whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. You wish you could calm down, but the way jeno's hands sooth you as Jaemin keeps rubbing his thumb dangerously close to your clit makes you feel insane.

You kissed Jeno, hand on his neck as he wanted into his mouth. Jaemin began stroking his thumb softly against your clit, his lips on the back of your neck. Jeno bit your lip softly, kissing you once more as you began to quietly moan. Your hips moved on their own, slightly beginning to grind on his thumb.

"You're such a cute whore, putting on a show for everyone," Jaemin whispered.

"Are you gonna punish me officer?"

Your lips curled into a smile hearing Jaemin's soft laughter. You thought he would be put off by the sentence but instead he whispered something else that made your thoughts run.

"The costume came with handcuffs. You wanna put them to use?"

You nodded, heart beating fast in your chest. Jeno took your chin between his fingers, kissing you softly, his tongue making its way into your mouth. Jeno wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it lightly making you moan softly into his mouth.

"U-uh, w-we arrived at your location," said the driver, who was silent the whole ride.

Jeno planted one more kiss on your lips softly, before turning to speak. "Thanks for the ride." The three of you got out of the car, Jeno stopping before walking to the entrance of your shared apartment.

"Mark is your name right?"

"Uh-huh," the driver said, nodding awkwardly.

"Thanks for the ride Mark, I'll give you a hefty tip."

The driver nodded and drove off, the deep red on his cheeks completely noticeable. Jeno walked back to you and Jaemin, who were already eating each other's faces in front of the door. "You two look like 2 drunk sorority girls," he laughed, pulling you away from the other male.

"Well, I'm trying to fuck like a drunk sorority girl so let's go inside," you said, closing your eyes as Jeno kissed your neck. The male chuckled and pulled you into the building followed by Jaemin. The elevator ride up was just as eventful as the car ride, hands and mouths all over you. The ding of the elevator snapped you out of whatever trance they had you in, but not them. They pulled you down the hall and to the door of your apartment, Jaemin's hand fumbling as he put the code into the door.

In the blink of an eye, the three of you were inside and the door was shut. Both of their hands were all over your body, not even giving you a chance to breathe. Jaemin grabbed your face, kissing you roughly. "Fuck I've been waiting for this all night," he mumbled.

"C-can we get to my bedroom at least," you said.

The both of them chuckled at your sudden flustered expression, following you to your room. Once again they didn't even give you time to breathe before they were all over your body. Jaemin pulled you to him, lips on yours as his hands gripped your waist. His hands moved to your tiny shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping the fabric. You kicked your heels off, height shifting but still keeping your lips on his. That's when you feel Jeno come up behind you, pressing himself on your body as he groped your breast from behind, kissing your neck softly.

Jaemin tugs your shorts down letting the fabric fall to the floor. You step out of the shorts, moaning softly when you feel Jeno's hand slip between your legs, cupping your clothed heat.

"Bet you've been thinking about this all night," he whispered in your ear.

You nodded, brows furrowing as Jaemin begins to kiss your neck. "Just fuck me already," you whined softly.

"You're desperate aren't you," Jaemin mumbled, chuckling as he undid the buttons of your body suit. The male pulled the fabric up your body, his fingertips grazing your bare skin lighting a fire in your belly. Jeno wasted no time getting his hand back between your legs, finding that you were wearing nothing but a thong with your tights.

"Jesus, you really were just trying to get fucked tonight weren't you." You closed your eyes, letting your head fall on Jaemin's shoulder taking in the feeling of Jeno rubbing your clothed clit. He smirked to himself watching you push onto his hand as he kept going. "What do you want right now, hm?"

"Anything," you said breathlessly. "Please.."

"Isn't that cute," Jaemin mumbled, chuckling softly. "But are you gonna be a good girl for the rest of the night?"

You groaned softly, rolling your eyes. "Please just fuck me," you whined.

"You didn't answer his question," Jeno chimed, fingers playing with your fishnets.

You wanted to say something else, but you realized they had the upper hand at the moment. You needed to have sex badly, and was so desperate to get something out of someone. And as much as it pained you to not pick a fight with them m, you obliged not just for your own sanity, but also because the thought of them telling you what to do was fucking hot.

"I'll be a good girl," you said reluctantly.

"Good," Jaemin smirked. "Get on your knees."

Both of their eyes never left you as you dropped to the ground slowly. Their bodies towered over you in the most degrading way and you loved it. You move your hands towards Jaemin's belt, undoing it all while staring up at him. His eyes were glued on you, along with Jeno's, who was undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. You tugged his pants down, allowing his hard on to spring free from the confines of the fabric.

"Shit," you whispered to yourself, staring at the size of him.

You look to your left to see Jeno was just a big, a gulp moving down your throat.

"What? You're scared," Jaemin mocked.

"Don't tell me you're a quitter Y/N," Jeno taunts, "we barely got started."

"Shut up," you grumbled. Your face grew hot, breath a little shallow as you wrapped your hand around the base of Jeno's cock, stroking it slowly as you turned to Jaemin's. Jaemin's heavily lidded eyes lingered on you, watching you as you licked the tip of his cock, staring at him with those big eyes he loved so much.

You wrapped your mouth around his head, sucking and bobbing your head slowly. The way he looked at you lit a fire in you, the fire traveling to your stomach and even lower, making you press your legs together. You lifted your mouth off him, wrapping your hand around his shaft as you turned to Jeno.

You licked up the base of his cock all the way to his tip, making the man scrunch his brows. He bit his lip, watching you close your eyes as you started to suck him off with a bit more vigor, hand moving on Jaemin at the same pace. Everything about this looked like it jumped straight out of a porno. You're still in half of your costume, Jaemin and Jeno dressed like cops with their pants to their ankles, both their cocks in your mouth.

"Good girl, keep going just like that," Jeno mumbled, hand stroking the back of your head.

The praise went right to your head and your cunt making you squeeze your legs tight. The way Jeno looked at you made you feel like he was about to eat you alive, and that's all you wanted. You pulled off of him, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Your hand stroked him fast as you turned to Jaemin, giving his neglected cock your attention.

You stuck your tongue out, tapping the tip on the wet muscle in the most teasing way possible. Jaemin watched you in awe as you kissed his tip softly, opening your mouth wide to take him. Jaemin licked his lips, enjoying watching you.

"Take all of it."

And you did, sinking lower and lower until all you could do was splutter around him, gagging as he hit the back of your throat. Jaemin took the back of your head, pushing you until your nose touched his skin. Eyes screwed shut, trying to be the best girl you possibly could below both of these men making you go crazy.

"Good girl," Jaemin cooed. "Take it like the slut you are."

Jaemin took his hand off your head, allowing you to rise from him. You coughed, heaving as you tried to get oxygen in your lungs but even that couldn't stop you from spitting on his cock and taking him in your mouth again. You bobbed your head, hand pumping Jeno at the same pace you had no idea how you looked but it couldn't have been anything short from a mess.

However, to the men standing above you, you looked like a wet dream. On your knees, hands on both of them, tears straining your face, drool falling from your pretty lips.

"Fuck, just look at her," Jeno grunted, thrusting into your hand slowly as you stroked him. You stopped bobbing your head, pulling his cock out your mouth and turned back to Jeno. They were both so close and you could tell. You could feel it in the way they were talking, breathing, thrusting in your mouth or hands. Jeno raked his hand through his hair, throwing his head back at the feeling of you deepthroating him, a loud groan leaving his lips.

"I'm so fucking close," Jeno moaned, the sound of his voice making you weak.

"C'mon baby, make us cum." Jaemin breathing heavily along with the male across from him, watching you with focused eyes as you removed Jeno from your mouth, not just stroking them in your hands quickly.

Looking up at them, your doe eyes shifted rapidly between them, wanting them to cum badly. "Please," you spoke with a breathy moan, voice raspy. "Cum on my fucking face."

Your voice sent them both over the edge, the pressure building up in both of them resulting in your cum landing all over your face. You stuck your tongue out, catching both of their seed swallowing and sticking it out again to show them.

"Good girl," Jaemin praised. "such a good girl. Stand up for me pretty."

You did as you were told, letting go of their cocks as you rose to your feet, knees sore from being on them too long. Jaemin pulled you to him, lips crashing on yours. Behind you, you felt Jeno's hand snake underneath you, popping the buttons of the body suit. You moaned softly, feeling his hands pull the fabric up your stomach. He traced his fingers on your ass, giving you neck slow wet kisses.

You pulled away from Jaemin, reaching back for Jeno as you felt his fingers graze your inner thighs once more.

"I let me taste you," he said, ensuing an enthusiastic nod from you. Jeno took you, sitting you on the edge of your bed followed by him sinking to his knees right in front of you. You thought about this happening more times than you'd like to admit. But now here he is, spreading your legs wide for him, eyes unable to look away from your soaked thong and slick thighs. You were a mess and don't even know.

"Fuck," Jaemin breathed. "You like being on your knees that much?" Jaemin sat next to you, stroking his semi soft cock as he watched Jeno tease you.

Jeno kissed your inner thighs, tongue grinding along your skin licking your arousal. His eyes never left yours. They pierced into yours as if they could read every thought you had at the moment. A shiver ran through your spine as you circled his tongue on your clothes clit, hand reaching up and pulling the thong against the sensitive bud.

"Perfect little pussy just for me," he mumbled to himself, pushing the fabric aside.

"God we should've done this a long time ago," Jaemin mumbled.

Jeno gave you clit one lick, making your body shudder, a sigh falling from your lips. He did it again, this time harder and longer. Jeno wrapped his arms around the underside of your legs, placing soft kisses on your cunt. Jaemin turned your head to him, locking lips with you as Jeno began to eat you out with vigorous tongue moving all over.

Jaemin kissed you deeper, tongue exploring your mouth as his hand kept pumping his cock. Jaemin pulled away, smirking to himself as he looked at your cum covered face. "So fucking pretty," he mumbled, kissing the corner of your mouth.

Your moans grew, panting heavily as Jeno sucked your clit, flicking his tongue on the bud. Looking down at him, you couldn't help but get even more turned on. His mouth was covered in your slick, tongue moving inside you like crazy. Your hips began to move on its own, grinding on his face. You always loved his nose, especially right now. His nose continued to stimulate the swollen bud as he licked at your entrance.

"Fuck Jeno, oh my God," you whimpered, pleasure amplified by Jaemin's lips on your neck.

"Is this pretty pussy gonna cum for me," he mumbled, flicking his tongue on your clit fast. Jeno removed his arm from around your leg, hand immediately making its way in-between your legs. In the blink of an eye, his fingers were inside you, fingering you hard and fast.

"Jeno, fuck just like that," you whimpered, body starting to shake from the intense pleasure. He never took his eyes off you, lips wrapping around your clit once again, sucking it hard.

"F-fuck, you're gonna make me cum." You ran your hand through his hair, gripping it tight as you pulled his face closer to your body. Just as you felt yourself about to cum, Jaemin took your chin, kissing you messily. You moaned loudly into the other male's mouth, sucking his tongue as you whined, feeling yourself cum around Jeno's fingers.

You sat there panting as Jaemin cupped your face, trying to catch your breath and whatever piece of mind was still there as Jeno moved his fingers from inside you.

"You did so good Y/N," Jeno praised, standing up between your legs. "Open your mouth for me."

You did, dropping your jaw on command. No man has ever been able to dominate you in the way that these two have, but you love it. You were fuzzy, completely fucked out. You just wanted to be a good girl for them. Jeno looked down at you, taking in the absolute mess that you were and reveled in it. The amount of times he's jerked off to this couldn't compare to being here at the moment. You were a tease and knew it. He couldn't wait to wreck you.

Jaemin watched Jeno grab your jaw and spit in your mouth, sticking his fingers coated in your cum down your throat right after. Almost like you've done this a thousand times more, you sucked his fingers, staring up at him with begging eyes.

"Fuck if I knew you were like this I would've fucked you a long time ago," Jaemin mumbled. You pulled off his fingers, nothing but a string of saliva connecting your bodies till it broke.

"I need both of you inside me," you said, face hot at the thought.

"At the same time," Jaemin questioned. Both of the men glanced at each other, silently communicating.

You nodded, gulping as you stared at them with desperate eyes. "Please.."

Jeno sighed, laughing softly to your begging. He began to unbutton his shirt, the sight of his fingers moving setting your body on fire. "God, I love it when you beg."

You turned your head, Jaemin already out of his shirt. He removed his shoes, kicking his pants and boxers off his ankles. His hands then tugged on your bodysuit taking the sheer fabric off of you as lifted your arms. Then went your bra, Jaemin sliding it off your shoulders kissing the back of your neck softly. He took his shirt, wiping the cum that covered your face off, making you sigh in relief.

"Face down ass up," Jaemin said, tone more assertive than before.

You did as you were told, arching your ass in the air watching them watch you. Their eyes burned holes in your skin, smiles taunting you as you let them feel up your body.

"Where's your lube," Jeno questioned, raising a brow.

"Third drawer."

But before Jeno even pulled it out, Jaemin had already decided he was ready. You sighed softly, feeling his soft lips on the plush of your ass, his hands kneading your body like a stress ball. Jaemin never realized how unintentionally rough he was, how strong he was and it annoyed you except for this time. Your already sensitive cunt grew even more aroused as he squeezed harder. Jaemin smacked your ass hard, making your body jump.

"Has anyone ever eaten your ass before," he asked, his voice sounding darling from behind you.

Your face goes hot, gulping as you shake your head "no."

"There's a first time for everything."

The sensation that went through your body when his tongue touched your asshole was unexpected. Maybe you were simply too horny to function, but it actually felt good. Jaemin licked your backend again, this time starting from your pussy. Unintentionally, you pushed against his face more earning a hard smack on your ass once again.

"Fuck," you whispered, brows scrunched together. His tongue swirled around the tight muscle, eliciting yet another whine from your lips. Jeno stroked his cock, watching the both of you, precum already dripping. Jaemin was as hard as a brick, precum leaking down his tip as buried his face in your body. "J-Jaemin, this feels so good."

"Yeah?" He chuckled darkly, staring at you like you were his prey. He felt your body tremble in his hands when you felt his spit slide down your ass without warning. Jaemin rubbed the pad of his thumb on your puckered hole as he reached over to grab the lube. With one hand he opened it, squeezing its contents on your body. "You sure you want this," he asked, lids heavy with desire.

"Y-yes."

Jaemin took his finger, rubbing the lube a bit more before you gasped softly, feeling his finger move past the tight muscle. The deeper and deeper he pushed his finger, the harder your hands gripped the cover of your bed. The feeling was new, completely foreign and it would definitely take time before you got used to it. Your eyes were screw shut, the discomfort of him thrusting his finger in and out of you making your back hunch and whine tiredly.

"I know it feels strange but you'll start feeling good, I promise," he said softly.

And he was right, because after some time, that fire in your belly started to come back making you pant softly against your pillow. Your body becomes more relaxed, your brain adjusting the prior discomfort to pleasure. But you wanted more, needed more.

"A-add another finger," you mumbled, making Jeno bite his lip as he watched you.

Jaemin smirked, doing as you said. You gave him the reaction he expected. He loved your pretty sounds so much they gave him goosebumps. You were right around his fingers, the pressure making his cock leak. He popped the cap of the lube open, adding more.

"You're doing so well baby. Does it feel good," he said, voice sultry and sweet.

"Mhm." You could barely form real sentences, your brain too fogged in pleasure. You found yourself arching into his fingers more and more as he fingered you slowly. Jaemin's other hand massages your ass, adding more to the pleasure swimming all over your body. The room was silent with sounds of heavy breathing and the sound of Jaemin's fingers slipping in and out of you. That was until he slipped another finger in you without warning, making you whine loudly.

"F-fuck, it's too much," you whined.

"If you can't take three fingers, you can't take my cock," he said smoothly. "Don't tell me you're quitting Y/N."

"N-no," you managed to get out.

"Good," he mumbled. "Do you think you can take Jeno and my fingers at the same time?"

You nodded, gulping hard at the image you created in your head. "Yeah," you answered breathlessly. You lifted your body weakly, letting out a tiny whine as Jaemin pulled out his fingers. Jeno climbed underneath you, his head plopping down on your pink pillow. His hands ran up and down your sides, trying to soothe your sensitive body.

"God you're so pretty," he mumbled, staring at you from below. You hadn't seen yourself since you got out of the car, but you could only assume he was lying. Your lipstick was probably smudged everywhere, mascara running along your cheeks. You were anything but pretty, but his words still made you blush. "I would put a condom on, but I have no idea where you keep those."

"I don't have any," you said blankly, just now realizing your lack of protection. "But… I don't mind. As long as it's okay with you guys."

Jeno didn't say a word, only giving you a look like he's been dreaming of this moment. He thought about it all the time, fucking you nice and raw. The thought of having your tight cunt around him was about to make him spiral. Jeno took his cock, rubbing the tip along your slit slowly.

He grinned, watching your brows knit at the feeling. "You want me to fill you up real bad don't you," he taunted, rubbing your clit softly.

"Yes, I want you to stretch me. Please," you whined, begging for him with a hot face. You let out a breathy moan, feeling his tip slowly enter you. Jeno let your hips do the rest of the work, groaning when you fully sat on his cock. "Jeno, you're so big," you moaned, mindlessly beginning to grind on him. Your hands curled on his chest, the stretch he was giving you overstimulating your senses but you couldn't help yourself.

Suddenly, you felt two strong hands grab your hips and still them. "You're so eager you can't even wait," Jaemin said with a small laugh. He kneeled behind you, forcefully pushing your body down against Jeno, making you arch your back. That's when Jeno wrapped his arms around you keeping you still as Jaemin added more lube. You shivered feeling the cold substance on your skin, hissing as his fingers filled your asshole once again.

Your body is on fire, Jeno filling your pussy while Jaemin plays with your ass. The vulnerability of the position, the way both of their eyes burned into you as you laid there weak and unable to have a single coherent thought only turned you on even more. Jeamin pumped his fingers in you while Jeno thrusted in you slowly, the discomfort beginning to melt away as time passed. His dick was painfully hard, wanting to do nothing but ravage your body.

"You think you're ready," he said, chuckling when seeing your fucked out expression.

"Y-yes, fuck me please."

Jaemin moved closer to you, pulling his fingers out at you smoothly. Picking up the lube, he added a generous amount. You bite your lip hard looking, Jeno unwrapping his arms from around you allows you to look over your shoulder. Jaemin pressed the head of his cock against your hole, his eyes droopy in lust. Jaemin pushed the head of his cock into you, the stretch making you screw your eyes shut, nails digging into Jeno's chest.

"I love first timers," Jaemin groaned. His brows furrowed deep, gripping your hips. Very slowly, he fills you, the tightness making the three of you moan. You were in a daze, body gone completely limp and weak. You never felt so full in your life and you loved every second of it. The only thing you could do was take deep breaths, as Jaemin bottomed out inside of you. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes as you let your face fall into the crook of Jeno's neck.

"You're doing so good baby," Jeno whispered in your ear, his hands traveling to your ass, squeezing your body hard.

The action made you clench, giving both men a chill up their spines. "Fuck," you whimpered softly. "So full..t-too much.."

"Shh baby you can do it," he moaned softly, hips starting to rock into yours slowly. "Take it Y/N. Be a good girl and take it."

With every rock of his hips, it caused your body to move also, adding a slight bounce on Jeno's cock. You couldn't even compute the feeling flowing through your body. All you could do was lay there weak as they filled every part of you, drooling and moaning uncontrollably. Jeno turned your head to him, kissing you lazily as he began to thrust in and out of you slowly along with Jaemin.

Your breathing quickened, hands moving from his chest to his shoulders. "Oh my God," you whimpered tearfully. Your body was completely overstimulated, overwhelmed with lust.

"Poor baby, she's crying," Jeno said, chuckling darkly.

"Wanted both of us at the same time, but can barely handle it." Jeamin spread your cheeks further watching both his and Jeno's dick move in and out of you. "So fucking pretty and tight for me. You've been waiting for this haven't you."

Absent-mindedly, you nod, the only thing in your brain is pleasing them.

"Good girl," Jaemin said in a slight whisper. "Every time you cum from now on, I want it to be from my cock in your ass. Understand?"

"Y-yes," you said in a small groan.

"Good girl." A hard smack landed on your ass check, the pain quickly turning into pleasure. Jeno was beginning to get impatient, the feeling of Jaemin practically rubbing right against him, the tight and snug fit of the both of you quickly about to make him cum.

"Faster," you whine. "B-both of you, please." Both men obliged your pleading, watching you throw your head back, eyes rolling back while you moaned in controllably. Your hips pushed against the both of them, desperate for them to be seeing inside you.

"Such a fucking cock slut," Jeno said through gritted teeth, his hands trailing down your arched back. "You like having two dicks in you don't you?"

"Y-yes," you said, gasping, feeling a pair of fingers on your neglected clit. Looking at your bodies, you see Jeno's fingers rubbing it fast. You were nowhere near cumming, but now you felt it. You felt the pit in your stomach grow. "I'm gonna cum," you moaned, tears threatening to escape again.

"Cum on my cock." Jeno's voice sent a shockwave through you, your orgasm coming to you almost violently, body shaking, nails digging into his shoulders as you held onto him. Your pussy clenched tight around him, making you clench just as tight around Jaemin, who was pressing his fingers into your sides. For the first time in a long time, you came so hard you saw starts and it felt real fucking good.

"Fuck, you take me so well," Jeno groaned. He lost all self control after feeling you cum around him, thrust started to get fast. Jaemin matched his speed, making your already weak body slump over on the man below you. Your face was buried in his neck once again, whimpers and whines escaping.

Jaemin pounded into you as Jeno went deeper, every single movement making you see stars, your brain going fuzzy with pleasure.

Jaemin watched you sit up as best as you could, looking back watching both of them stuffing you like a doll. He took one glance at your wet face, hands gripping hips hard when the sight made his mind reel. That's when he felt himself coming closer and closer to his orgasm. Everything stimulated him quickly, the way you felt to the way you looked on top of Jeno, he was going to cum quickly.

"Fuck I'm so close," he groaned. "You want me to cum in your ass?"

"Yes, yes cum in me," you moaned weakly.

With a few more thrust, you felt Jaemin cum, his loud breathy moans filling your ears. Jaemin kept thrusting, riding out the high until he couldn't take it anymore. Slowly he pulled out of you, breathing heavily as he stared at your gaping asshole, cum slowly leaking out.

In an instant, you wanted him back inside you, missing the feeling of being full, but Jeno didn't let you miss it for too long. The man took your hips in his rough hands, holding your body up as he fucked up into you.

"J-jeno, fuck, right there," you sobbed, throwing your head back. You mustered up enough energy to bounce along with his thrust, your orgasm finally approaching for the third time that night. You squeezed around him tight, making the man moan loudly."Cum in me," you whined, holding onto his shoulders. "Fill me up."

His hands slid from your hips to your ass, squeezing so hard it was going to leave a bruise. "You like this? You like being fucked like a whore?"

"Mhm," you nodded. Desperate to reach your climax you start bouncing on him as he pounds into you. Soon enough you begin to feel your stomach tighten, on the brink of cumming. "Fuck, I-im cumming."

You came hard, body shivering on top of the male underneath you. Soon Jeno came with a loud moan, the warm liquid making your brows furrow. The three of you were exhausted, bodies completely spent– especially yours. Jeno was still inside you when you plopped down on his body, heart beating and trying to catch your breath even though you had minimal movement.

"Hey you alright," Jaemin said, poking at your back.

You didn't respond, your brain still fried from the high you just got. You laid on Jeno silently, tuning everything out.

"I think we broke her," Jeno jokes. His hands caress your waist, taking in the breaths fanning his neck. Jeno thrusted into you, earning a breathy moan.

"Too sensitive," you managed to say.

Jeno chuckled softly, kissing your cheek tenderly. "You did a good job Y/N. God you're so pretty when you cum."

"She looks like she's about to pass out," Jaemin commented, gazing at your expression.

He was right you were exhausted, horny, and one hundred percent not ready for the pain you were going to have in the morning. You gave Jeno a small whine when he pulled out of you, laying you next to him on the bed. You felt him run his hand on your side, looking at him with begging eyes as he rubbed your waist.

"You can't look at me like that and not say what you want," he mumbled, licking his lips.

"Kiss me," you said quietly, slightly pouting.

Jeno gave you a small smile, kissing you softly like you asked. "Let's get you cleaned up okay?"

Jeno stood up followed by Jaemin. Jaemin tugged your limp body to the corner of the bed, putting his arms under you to lift you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close to your body.

"So fucking cute," he mumbled. "Wanna watch a movie later?"

You shook your head, eyes getting heavy as he carried you to the bathroom. "I just wanna take a bath and sleep."

"Okay we can work with that," Jeno agreed.

You laughed to yourself in your drowsy state, biting your lip softly. "This has officially been the best Halloween ever."

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[norrizzandpia]

Heyy, I don’t know if your requests are open, if they are just ignore this.

I was just reading “quiet night, loud morning” (btw I love your writing and this one is definitely one of my favourite stories you wrote) and I had an idea for a story, but it is kind of similar with the one I was reading, so I thought of giving the idea as a base for a whole new story that you could do.

Y/N was dating Oscar and no one new, but everyone suspected. And she lived with one of the boys (maybe she could be someone’s sister or daughter). And the story would be basically various time that they almost got caught. I imagine moments like: they’re roommates was out for some reason and they get a call or a message of noise complaints (y/n and oscar were being loud in the apartment and the neighbour tried to call her but she didn’t answer, so they called the roomate); or maybe they get caught getting out of the drivers room together and they were all messy; oscar or yn were caught with hickeys; the two of them going missing together; etc. And then in the end, you could make them getting official caught but like in a scandalous way, maybe caught having sex in a clubs bathroom by one of the boys or so.

If you don’t like the idea just ignore the request, is completely fine.

Btw sorry if it got hard to understand, English is not my first language, but I hope you understood my idea.

Have a good day <3

I understood this perfectly and I absolutely love it 🧡 I’m not sure if you’ll like this but I’ve taken the idea and made it the second part to an imagine i just posted “Loving You in the Shadows” This just really fit perfectly with the way I saw the story going hope you like it!

Sneaking Around (Loving You in the Shadows Pt. 2) (OP81)

Summary: After getting together, Y/n and Oscar find themselves wanting to keep their relationship private. Unfortunately, they can only try so hard.

Warnings: sexual conversations, light smut, Oscar and y/n being dumbasses, language

After that night in the garage, Oscar brought Y/n up to his room and the events that ensued ranged from incredibly inappropriate to family friendly. They laid tangled together, naked forms stuck together, and spoke softly about the future of whatever was blossoming between them.

“I want you to be mine.” He whispered against her hair, his hands rubbing up and down her back.

She giggled, giddy over the words she had wanted to hear from him for so long, “Me too.”

He turned her over slightly, so he could lean down and kiss her sweetly, “So, then it’s settled! You’re my girlfriend! I’m your boyfriend!”

His exclaims had Y/n laughing, her smile stopping his heart as it always did, “Osc, I love you, but that was way too cringy.”

His head tilted, teeth peaking through his grin, “Say it again.”

Kissing his cheek and letting her mouth rest next to his ear, “I love you.”

He sighed, dropping his head onto the pillow below him, “I never want you to stop saying it.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I-” She laughed, bed sheet falling down her chest as she rolled onto him and poked his chest.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “Okay, that’s good.”

“Never want to hear me say it again?” She challenged, his hands resting on the warm skin of her hips.

“Nah, every day I’d like to hear you say that.”

Quietness followed, the two letting their hands trace scars and marks across the other’s body. It was only a few minutes later that the thought popped into Y/n’s head and she blurted it out, sick of all the secret feelings.

“Can we keep it a secret for a while?” She inquired, hands coming to splay across his chest.

He looked up at her with confusion, “Why?”

She breathed out, “Because, Oscar, being a female driver and Lando’s little sister, it’s already thought by everyone else that I get hand outs. Being with you publicly will just add to that. I can’t have that risking my seat anymore than all of it already is.”

He frowned at her, “I don’t think you get hand outs.”

She smiled softly, “I know you don’t and I love you for that. But, not everyone is as kindhearted as you.”

Her hands in his hair made a smile take place rather than his prior frown as he said, “Okay, we can keep it a secret for some time.”

“Thank you, pastry.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

—

Oscar’s booming laugh bounced across the walls of Y/n and Lando’s apartment. He was on the verge of peeing his pants as he gripped onto the counter, hunched over, as he watched Y/n try and get up from the fall she took.

“Y/n! How the fuck did you do that!” He exclaimed, wheezing interrupting him every so often.

His laugh was contagious and, even though her ass felt bruised all over, Y/n found herself joining him in the giggles, “I don’t know! Why didn’t you clean up the water you spilled?!”

He scoffed loudly, smile ruining his fake annoyance, “Because you were yelling for me to come help you put away your laundry!”

As they caught their breaths, he walked over to her, pulling her into him by her waist and letting his hands move to rest over her ass.

“You okay, though?” He asked, kissing her cheek quickly.

She nodded, “Yeah.”

Her head swiveled around suddenly, “Where’s my phone?”

He cocked his head, “Mmm, not sure. Did it get lost in the couch when we…” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

She smacked his shoulder, “Stop it! Because of you, when Lando and I sit on that couch to eat dinner, I’ll have to think about you over me.”

His jaw dropped, “Because of me?! You were the one who decided to wear the shortest, tightest shorts and a shirt with my name and number on it. You knew what you were doing.”

She smiled mischievously, “Yeah, I did.”

“Okay, but seriously, Oscar, where’s my phone because I don’t want to miss a text or call from Lando and have him come back here early because he ‘thinks I’m dead’.”

“Has that ever really happened?”

“Yes,” She deadpanned, “Lots of times. If he comes back here early, there’s nowhere for you to hide and I’ll have to try to explain to him why you’re here, why the couch looks like it went through a tornado, and why I’m wearing a shirt with your shit on it.”

“You used to wear this same one before we started dating.”

“Yeah and he would always say something about it.”

“Surprisingly, Lando was right about us loving each other.” He laughed, giggles coming back forcefully.

They only grew when Y/n detached herself from his arms and ran across the room, falling once more on her ass, “HOW THE FUCK?” She yelled as Oscar fell to the floor in a fit of giggles.

“HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” He yelled back, the two of them hunched on the floor, clutching their chests as they began to cry.

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! DID YOU SPILL WATER ALL OVER THIS GODDAMN PLACE?!” She tried to crawl to him, but gave up when her wheezing took over her body.

He shook his head, “THERE’S NO WATER OVER THERE! THAT WAS ALL YOU, BABY!”

“DON’T ‘BABY’ ME, YOU BITC-” She began, but was interrupted by loud vibrations coming off the coffee table behind them.

She glanced over, seeing her brother’s face brighten her screen.

“Shit, it’s Lando. Be quiet.” She rushed out, scrambling on her knees to grab the phone.

He sat still on the floor, watching from afar as she answered.

“Hey, Lan, what’s up?” She said softly.

“The downstairs neighbors just called me and told me that you’re being loud. They said they tried to call you, but you didn’t answer.” Lando informed her.

Her face dropped and she looked at Oscar as he stared blankly at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll be quieter.” She whispered, face draining.

Before she could hang up, however, her brother stopped her.

“Y/n?” He began, to which she let out a sound confirming she was still there, “They said there was another voice along with yours. Usually, I wouldn’t mind that, but they said this person was calling you ‘baby’ and…” He trailed off.

“And what, Lando?” She pushed.

“They said it sounded like you were having sex.” He said quietly, his voice communicating how uncomfortable he was.

She tried to conjure up a lie for the truth, “Oh, well, um, I was watching a show and there was a sex scene, so maybe it was that?”

“Mhm,” He gave, “Y/n?”

“Yes, Lando?” She said again, still looking at Oscar, completely lost.

“You would tell me if you were dating someone, right?”

The question stopped her, she felt incredibly guilty responding with, “Of course. You’re my brother.”

“Okay, well, that’s all. Just be quieter if you can please.” He said softly.

“Okay, I will. Bye, love you.”

“Love you too.” And the call clicked, signaling its end.

Y/n looked at Oscar before he was whispering, “Guess we need to hangout at my apartment now, then.”

—

“Do I look okay?” She asked, staring at Oscar and waiting for his approval.

He cringed, “I mean, yeah, you look like you just got fucked.”

She groaned, head falling forward, “Oscarrrr”

He shook his head, walking up to her, “It’ll be fine! Just walk out there with confidence, no one will know.”

She looked up, meeting his eyes, “You want me to walk out of your driver’s room, looking like I just had sex, which I did, and pretend nothing happened with confidence?”

He rolled his eyes, “Well, when you put it like that,”

She took a deep breath and walked toward the door, “You know what? It’s fine, so long as no one sees us walk out together. Especially Lando.”

Of course, the world hated their guts as they both shuffled out and were met with the confused look of Oscar’s teammate and Y/n’s brother.

“Lando!” She smiled, her voice sounding strained.

His eyes shifted between the two of them, “What were you two doing?”

Oscar was quick, “What do you mean? We were just hanging out like we always do.”

Lando shook his head, “No, I heard noises.”

“No, you didn’t.” Y/n said immediately, silence falling upon the three as Oscar and Y/n tried to look as nonchalant as possible.

“Are you two together? Did I miss a love confession?” He quizzed, finger waving between the two.

Y/n and Oscar gasped obnoxiously simultaneously, “What?! No. For the love of God, Lando, we do not like each other.” Y/n said, deflecting and defending.

Oscar nodded, agreeing with her unwaveringly.

Lando’s hip popped out and his arms folded together across his chest. His mouth opened to counter, but his sister got there first.

“Oh, hell no. I know that stance. That’s your sass stance. I’m not dealing with that, Lan. Ain’t no fucking way.” She brushed off, screaming on the inside, before moving past him and walking away.

Lando was left to stare deeply at Oscar, “Anything to tell me, Piastri?”

Oscar shook his head forcefully, hands coming to surrender, “Nothing, Norris.”

Lando walked past him, stopping next to him and grabbing his bicep harshly, “Hurt her, I’ll kill you. Don’t test me. I don’t care what kind of friendship I’ve developed with you. I’ll cut a bitch.”

—

“What’s that on your neck, Y/n?” Daniel quizzed, a smile gracing his features as the two hung out in Alpha Tauri’s hospitality.

She looked at him blankly, “What?” Her eyebrows drew together, pulling out her phone to open the camera and check what he was referring to.

She tried to keep her anguish in when she saw the purple hickey on the side of her neck, memories of that morning with Oscar filling her brain. They had had to be quick with Lando saying he would be to her hotel room at any moment, but Oscar had still somehow found time to mark her skin the way he always wanted to.

She blinked, staring at Daniel and trying to find an explanation, “Oh, I’m not sure. Must’ve hit my neck on something.”

She went back to her food, trying to stop the conversation and any following questions, but Daniel’s next statement had her choking.

“You know, I say Oscar with the same kind of mark earlier today. Asked him what that was all about. He told me he had spent the night with a girl before, saying she had been eager.”

Y/n just kept her eyes on the bowl in front of her, willing herself into a small hole, “Hmm, so weird. No correlation there though.”

He nodded, face telling her he didn’t believe either of them for one second, “Yeah. No correlation.”

—

“Lando, have you seen your sister anywhere?” Alpha Tauri’s main race engineer asked, seemingly frazzled.

Lando shook his head, “No, but have you seen Oscar?”

The man murmured a ‘no’, eyes frantically looking over the crowds in search of her y/h/c hair, “You can’t find him either?”

“No,” Lando’s eyes widened slightly when the idea came to his head, “Hey, has Oscar been mentioning Y/n a lot more lately?”

Pierre, the race engineer, laughed, “I don’t know how he could talk about her anymore than he already is. But, come to think of it, I feel like they’ve been together a lot more lately.”

“Yeah…” Lando trailed off, leaving the conversation to try and see for himself. His body moved quickly across the paddock, looking in every room in both McLaren and Alpha Tauri buildings. When he came up empty, he resorted to searching random corners of the track.

He was pacing by an alleyway when he caught a glimpse of Oscar’s hair, his head whipping around to inspect. He didn’t approach, wanting to see what he had stumbled across. Unfortunately, Lando couldn’t see who was with Oscar, their body being covered by his as it caged them into the wall, but it seemed to be someone he was romantically involved with. Lando watched as Oscar’s hands gripped onto the hips of this woman, his head leaning down to catch her in a kiss. When he saw the way Oscar’s hips ground into hers, Lando turned around and practically ran back to where he had been before.

Though he couldn’t make out who Oscar was involved with, Lando had an inkling it was his sister, a reality he had wished for her for so long.

—

Lando never got up in the middle of the night. It just never happened, he was a deep sleeper. However, for one reason or another, he was awoken with a thirst he had to quench. His eyes drooped as he slipped out of bed and into the hallway to his and Y/n’s kitchen. He stood, leaning on the cool counter, pouring himself a glass of water when he heard small noises coming from her room. At first, he thought she was watching a movie, but then he heard a deeper groan emit from the closed door and his ears strained to listen. He inched closer, trying to understand what he was hearing, but as he continued to hear almost inaudible sighs, he figured he’d just go in to check on her, wanting to make sure she was getting good sleep.

Abandoning the water fully on the island, he moved to stand with his hand on her doorknob. He hesitated, something in his mind nagging at him and telling him to walk away, but the another side, the protective side, told him he needed to make sure she was okay. Truly, if he had been a bit more awake, he would’ve clocked the category of sounds coming from the room; if he had been more awake, he would’ve walked away; if he had been more awake, he wouldn’t have opened the door and see his sister having sex with his teammate.

“SHIT!” He screamed, shrieking as he covered his eyes.

Oscar, his dick still buried inside his girlfriend, grabbed the duvet and pulled it quickly over their connected bodies. Y/n, whose legs were wrapped tightly around her boyfriend’s waist, yelled at Lando to get out, the boy still standing there with his hands squeezed over his face.

He ran out, sounding on the verge of tears. The door slammed shut behind him and Oscar dropped his head onto her shoulder, “I fucking swear to God. That cannot be the way your brother finds out about us.”

She gently pushed him off of her and grabbed their clothes off the ground, covering herself and preparing for the state she would find Lando in, “Looks like it is.”

The couple came out shamelessly, heads stooping low as they met Lando, the man sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Lan, I am so so so sorry.” She whispered, hand clutching Oscar’s.

He lifted his head, squinting at her, “I’m not fucking mad, just so shocked at you two being together and seeing… that.”

“Shocked?! You were one of the people who continuously told us we loved each other.” Oscar argued.

Lando shook his head, “I didn’t think you would go through with it. I thought the two of you would just stay friends seeing as you were both too scared to say anything.”

Oscar shuffled, “Well, she forced it out of me.”

Y/n nodded, giggling, “Yeah, I did.”

“Thank God, you did.” Oscar smiled down at her.

No matter how much he wanted to claw his eyes out, Lando knew he wouldn’t ever want to stop seeing how happy Oscar made Y/n. He felt relieved to know that the person he was leaving her to smiled at her that way, made her laugh that way, made her eyes twinkle that way.

Even though he wanted to claw his eyes out now, he was fully aware that he never wanted to stop seeing the love they shared.

It was so special and he was so elated his sister, out of all people, got to experience it.

He stood up from the couch, walking over to his sister and hugging her softly, whispering in her ear, “You picked a good one. I’m happy for you.”

He pulled back, loving the easy smile on her face, and moved to Oscar. He pulled him in for one of the few hugs they had ever shared, whispering in his ear, “I still stand by what I said before. Hurt her and you’re fucking dead, bitch.”

When the brother pulled away, he continued, “I don’t mess around when it comes to Y/n.”

Oscar chuckled and nodded, “Neither do I.”

And those three words reaffirmed everything Lando knew in his heart.

Oscar was good for her and, even though it had taken him so long to admit, he would love his sister in the way Lando always wished for her to be loved.

Cherished, protected, prioritized, and respected.

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Inundate

[𝙰𝚄: 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍!𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚂𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛] || 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

[𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍]: 05/01/24

[𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝]: Sorry is the siren whose selfishness results in carnage.

[𝙲𝚠]: gore, murder, blood, body horror, angst, character deaths (both major and minor), hurt/comfort, smut, possessive!simon, inexperienced!reader, creampie, hurt and NO COMFORT, mention of the loss of a parent.

[𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝]: 18,536

[𝙰/𝙽]: Since so many people liked the first part (ty for ur support btw i am blown away by all the love ive been getting... it's enough to make a grown woman cry) HERE'S PART TWO!!! I hope it's just as entertaining as the first part and a good continuation to the story, although if you dislike it, just pretend this part never happened. Also this took so long because between writing this I have been watching the cat in the hat (best movie of all time btw).

I had a lot of fun writing this and can't wait for more alt aus !! I think the next think i have planned has something to do with everyones favourite ghost so... keep an eye out for that :3

(Pls ignore any typos I am very tired and really wanted to get this done so if I have made any I do apologise)

Comments are always appreciated !!

If you haven't already read it, I advise you read 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 !!

Please don't post my work anywhere else without my permission !!

There is something in the water.

There's something looking at him. He can sense it, he can feel it, and the feeling of whatever it is makes his blood run cold. Words have been leaving his mouth as he stands upon the ship, his eyes blood red at the very belief that something is there.

Leaning over, he watches as the ship caves into the waves, the village in the distance growing further and further away, the sound of songs and cheers emitting from the belly of the vessel.

Perhaps he's just a little sea sick, that's his excuse for the creeping sense of dread which is climbing up his spine the further he looks into the water, searching for the same set of black eyes that had stared at him that night while he obeyed the Captains orders.

Nausea rumbles his stomach, he feels the urge to grip the side of the ship and expel his guts for he cannot escape the image of that siren. It's as though, even though she is dead and gone (somewhere no one knows), she is still there with him, under his nails, infecting him with a sickly guilt that has caused his pores to ooze, the skin on his lips to crack, and his sleepless eyes to remain bloodshot.

He is rotting from the inside out.

Despite months having gone by, his hands are still slicked with the blood of the bleeding siren. He's scrubbed and scrubbed, and still, the dark red tinge under his nails persists. His hair is wild, flecks of grey sparkling in the daylight as he brings his hands together in an attempt to quell them as they continue to shake.

They're not alone anymore.

They haven't been for a while, yet, they have been none the wiser to it until the discovery of that... thing.

Granted, he's unsure as to whether or not he is grateful for knowing what is in the depths of the sea, or if he would have preferred it to stay a secret.

There is something following the ship, he knows there is something following the ship, whether beside it or under it- it doesn't matter.

He's heard the stories, read too many books in the library to count, and even since the murder of the siren, there has been a different air in the village just as there is at sea. Something is displeased, they are displeased, he knows they are.

'Roland, are you seriously looking for one of those things again?'

A hand is placed in his movement and he jolts, yelping at the sudden contact, his hands wrapping around the beam he has been using to look over the ship. There's a scoff from the man standing behind him as he scratches his beard, looking him up and down before his hands settle on hips hip.

'For fucks sake kid,' he exclaims, shaking his head, 'you're making yourself with the thought of the fuckin' things- have you looked in the mirror recently?'

He’s choking on his words, his tongue seemingly too big for his mouth as he gargles out an incoherent mess. Quite frankly, he would have been better throwing up overboard; at least then man would get a proper response from him. His cheeks are red as he concludes he should keep his mouth shut.

'You should have stayed on land,' he sharply states, 'this is our land, they don't have a fucking leg to stand on out here, right?' asks the man, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, holding his hand out as he points towards the sea with a bright smile on his face. 'One of theirs washed up on our shore, and they didn't stand a fuckin' chance against us.'

Observing the land, he swallows hard at the sight of a small mound of rocks sitting in the distance, tensing in the grip of the man standing beside him.

'She was on land,' he chokes out, resting his forearm against the edge of the ship, resting his head against his arms. The fluid motion of the water slightly rocking the boat side to side worsens his sickness as he sits and attempts to focus on his breathing. 'And she only died 'cause Price fucked up.'

'She only lived for as long as she did because that fuckwit was acting on the orders of the Lord,' says the man beside him, smacking his hand against his back, rendering the other breathless as he heaves for a gasp of air. 'Do I need to go to the Captain and get this boat turned around,' he lowly asks, 'because you're lookin' to be more of a fuckin' burden than anything else.'

Straightening his posture, he lets go of the edge of the shift, rubbing his face with his hands, shaking his head.

Rubbing his eyes, he winces at the dull pain as he does so, 'no, no, you don't... jus' haven't been sleeping recently, that's all,' he explains, 'been worrying about this trip but... I need the money; it's been rough recently.'

'Then get your fucking act together,' snaps the man, 'can't have some stupid mer-freaks scaring you, hey? They've probably left these waters, anyway,' he shrugs, 'they're like spiders; they fear us more than we fear them, and the only thing you've got to be fearful is Donny seeing you in this state, yeah?'

'Yeah,' he nods, noting that they're growing closer and closer to the mound of rocks. 'Need the money for this job.'

'Don't we all,' laughs the man, 'I'm gonna go get a drink, you gonna join me?'

As he looks at the an, he pictures the hot room beneath the deck with one too many bodies crammed into there, all for the sake of getting their hands on some rum. His stomach is burning as bile bubbles. There is nothing worse his mind can conceive at this moment, it's simply a death wish to accept his generous offer.

'No, I'm gonna stay up here; feel a bit sick,' he confesses, 'cause of the long break of voyages.'

Placing both of his hands on his bloated belly, Mike rolls his eyes, letting out a chuckle, 'I will say, strange how trade has been quiet for the past few months, isn't it? Got a village full of hungry people here and they're expecting us to sustain ourselves? That hardly seems culpable.’

'Somethin' to do with the Lords guards. They have more power than good, they do,' snarls Roland, 'think it's okay to demand for cuts of the ships in the water, and for what?'

'To keep you safe it seems,' laughs the man, 'can't have you vomiting into the ocean and angering the big fish, right? Have the village under water in the matter of seconds if you spilled your guts overboard.'

His laughter continues while he keeps his eyes glued on the small island of rocks. Holding his breath, he narrows them as the sun glares down at hm, burning his flesh. Sweat tricks from off of his forehead, chapped lips smacking together as he begins to smile.

'Bet it has something to do with the freak with the skull mask on.... Say, Mike, you ever seen his face before?' he asks with a furrowed brow.

Reflecting for a moment, he rests his hand against his hip, tapping his foot as he looks past Roland, staring into the sea as he contemplates. Resting either elbow on the edge of the ship, he lazily slouches awaiting the answer.

'No, can't say I have, hasn't left the house with that stupid fuckin' thing since he became one of the guards... you reckon it's real?' he asks with a laugh.

'Yeah fuckin' right,' Roland laughs, 'tied to the back of his head with pieces of silk, you really think someone like that has the fuckin' balls t’ kill someone and wear their skull as a souvenir?'

Both of them pause, sharing a look with one another.

Then Mike begins to laugh, Roland not too far behind as the pair of them howl.

His sickness abandons him as the pair of them laugh together. Tilting his back, he keeps his eyes screwed shut as he lifts a leg up, unable soothe the joyous ache in his gut.

'Yeah fuckin' right,' Mike says, wiping his eyes with his chubby fingers, 'he's doin' arts and crafts at...'

His laughter quells.

Even his sharp gasps for air dissipate.

Roland continues to laugh, only, after a few moments of silence, he clears his throat, his breath clawing at the inside of his throat.

He finds the hairs on his arms stand up, the wrinkles on his sickly face appearing as his peeling lips come together while lifting his head to look at Mike.

The elder man is pale, staring blankly past him into the sea.

'What?' Roland slowly asks, staring at the man, a smile tugging at his lips.

Unmoved by his comment, he turns his head to look in the direction where the man is looking.

Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he holds his breath as his eyes scan over the area.

There's the depth of the sea, they have passed the rocks he's heard in many account from those who have survived the sirens.

There is nothing there but the sea and the sky.

'Got ya',' chuckles the man behind him, continuing to laugh in the same manner he was laughing in before, 'you really thought I was gonna say that there's a siren there, didn't you? Gotta get them off of your mind, son.'

‘I know,' Roland retorts, 'the skull faced freak really helped... like medicine he is, strange fellow, yet so good for the soul, eh?'

'Good for the soul, but not the wallet,' snorts the latter. 'Wouldn't even say he's medicine, you're givin' him too much credit by sayin' that.'

'Oh?' Roland says, 'then what do you suppose he is then?'

'A witches potion,' he answers.

'Even that seems too nice,' says the spotty man, 'a quacks remedy is more fitting I think.'

The pair of them begin to laugh again, the waves crashing either side of the boat, and with every second they grow further and further from the little pile of rocks, and he finds his aching muscles are soothed.

The bustling cheers of the sailor help to warm his heart and he begins to think that he can stomach some rum.

A drop wouldn't kill a man, that's for sure.

In fact, it'll probably work well to settle his stomach.

'I think I've had a change of heart on the invite,' he says with a smile, 'drop of rum never killed anyone, has it?' he continues on brightly as though he had not been moments away from emptying his guts all of the deck. 'Well, it hasn't yet, at least.'

'That's the spirit,' Mike grins, 'probably help you with that uneasy stomach of yours, know it helps with mine, at least,' he says so while patting his stomach, looking over his shoulder to towards the door beneath the top of the ship where the Captain stands.

The man doesn't even move to address Mike, keeping his eyes set right in front of him, his hat tilted slightly downwards to keep the sun out of his eyes.

Opening his mouth to respond, all air exudes from his lung as he feels an ice cold touch on his shoulder.

Slowly, he turns his head, looking down to the wet patch on his shirt. A short breath escapes him as he notes the webbed hand, nails as sharp as daggers digging through the fabric of his shirt.

'Gonna take more than a quacks remedy to fix your issues,' a soft voice whispers as the hand on his shoulder shifts, and with one fair slash, the skin on his throat is shred as he is pulled overboard.

A gargled scream escapes him.

Writhing against the strong hold, his eyes water as he gasps for air as his body is dragged under the current. Swallowing mouthfuls of blood and water, he chokes out babbled for them to come back, for them to stop as the ship charged through the seas.

Cruelly, the siren holding him keeps him above water as he chokes.

'Don't worry about them,' says the voice behind him, 'water's waitin' for them, a pretty song is too.'

With that, he cries out in agony as your nails are drove into his stomach, the flesh snapping as you drag your fingers through his stomach.

'You helped in her capture,' you seethe, 'you're lucky I haven't flooded the entire fucking town, but if I don't find the man who murdered her, you best believe that entire town is going to drown in the same water as you.'

'T- They'll...' he wretches out, the strength in his kicks calming as his eyes grow heavy, '...kill you,' he firmly states, gritting his teeth.

A loud laugh graces his ears as your grip on him loosens.

'Only if they can swim with a slit throat.'

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ☾ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Blood washes off easily with water.

It's the nails it's difficult to remove it from, and he struggles with all his might as he stands at the edge of the shore, scraping his nails into the sand. It doesn't help at all, though, he still insists on doing so; it's the only time the stain of red is obscured.

The beach is bitter to him these days, and even though his mouth is protected from the elements as he keeps his balaclava over his mouth, he still feels a faint tingle on his mouth as he recalls the moment he spent here with you.

You're difficult to avoid, especially whenever he's passing the beach on patrol. Price has made a point to keep him away from it, placing him next to the Lords house during his patrols. He says it's to make it easier on him, so he's not as distracted while doing an important job.

When he's near the Lords house, his ears ring with the sound of your screaming and crying, and the blood under his nails grows darker.

There's a temptation whenever he's nearing the house; one cut to the throat and he would be dealt with.

As easy as that.

Truthfully, the old man has nothing to do with the issues going on within, but he's clamouring for someone to hate, for someone to blame. The old man made the orders, they could have just let her go, but they didn't.

And then you left with her.

In the morning after Serelia's burial, when he woke to an empty bed, his lungs turned to ice. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, the feeling of utter despair as he found the pink dress he had bought for you gone along with yourself.

There was no residue of body heat on your side of the bed, he struggled to find anything to even prove you existed as he rushed around the house with wild eyes.

'Sweetheart?' he called, forcing the door to the bathroom open.

The light shined in from the window, though, there was nothing in there aside from the bloody frock he'd helped you remove the night before.

Picking it up off of the ground, he held it out in front of him looking at the drying blood in the fabric. He didn't know why he did it if anything, it only works to worsen his panic.

In the midst of public, eyes are everywhere... what if someone heard your confession to him? What if it was the same someone who hurt Serelia?

He dropped the dress promptly, his hand over his mouth as his face paled at the very thought of you being taken- of you meeting the same fate as the poor siren he'd buried. Only, in the memory, it was your face he was covering with the shabby old white sheet he found in the cabin, and it was your blood on that dress and not hers.

For the next few minutes, he spent them on his knees, gripping the edge of the toilet as he threw up what little he had in his stomach, ridding his body of the last moments he had spent with you.

After the remnants of the pastry he'd eaten before were in the toilet bowl, he suffered through a terrible burning in his throat as his face grew hot as he thought against all urges to throw up anymore. Yet, he failed, a mixture of stomach acid and spit landing in the bowl.

The smell was grotesque, yet, the taste of it was even worse.

His eyes were teary when he eventually forced himself off of the ground, rushing out of the room, quickly changing into his uniform, leaving the skull of his mask in his bedroom, tying the balaclava around his face before rushing out of the door.

People look at him with raised brows, finally able to see the top part of his face, yet, he doesn't care as he sprints through the village, his heart pounding against his chest, hoping that one of the women passing him is you.

The library is closed, you can't be there and he wants to scream as he holds the side of his head, his throat tightening up. How he longed to have the simple luxury of seeing you sat in the library again with a book on your lap. Though, as he peered through the glass of the small building, the space was simply a husk.

Heat climbed up his neck as he heaves out desperate breaths. His skin grew itchy and his blunt nails clawed at the flesh on his neck as he gulped hard attempting to chase after air, to find some form of peace to calm himself.

You left in silence, you left without a goodbye- surely you wouldn't have been so cruel to do so. You would have said something to him, left something for him to let you know that you were okay.

The missing dress is the only form of hope he had, though, the missing dress means nothing; someone could have taken that with you to make it look as though you left on your own accord and not someone else's.

The world is spinning as his breathing quickens, he can hardly make sense of anything around him and he finds himself growing more frustrated by the second. You could be anywhere, he hadn't let you out of his sight for more than a month, and the moment he sleeps with you beside him is the moment you disappear.

After the library, he checked the beach, yet it was clear, not a being in sight, nor a siren.

You were nowhere to be found.

The crashing waves and the grey sky swelled in his head rendering him speechless as he blinks back the tears, clenching his fists as he turned away from ocean, returning back to the village.

When he opened the door to the station, the first face he was greeted with was the both who Price had tasked with the mission of looking after Serelia.

The fool who was sloppy enough to leave her by herself.

'Mornin' Si', you want a tea?' Johnny asked, turning his attention away from Rhys standing beside him.

He doesn't care to respond to the man, instead, he grabbed the throat of the man beside him, slamming him against the wall with gritted teeth.

The man startled in his hold, letting out a loud gasp as Simon's fist around his neck tightens with the intent of only loosening when he felt the bone crunch in his fist.

'You fucking bastard!' he screamed.

Rhys doesn't dare move, weak wretches escaping him as he squirmed in his hold.

A hand grabs his shoulder, 'woah, woah, hey, Simon calm down!' Johnny exclaimed, 'you're gonna kill the fuckin' kid.'

'That' the whole point,' he snapped, 'you let that fuckin' siren die.'

'I- I didn't,' the man managed out.

'You left her alone and she was fucking murdered- this is your fault, Price put you up to it and you left her with no one there to protect her and she died.'

At that point, he could hear the blood in his veins, and had he not been forced off of him by Johnny and Price, he very well would have snapped the kids neck.

Rhys fell to the ground with a harsh gasp while Price stepped in front of him and Johnny kept hold his arms. When Simon stepped forward, Price placed his hand against his chest, shoving him backwards.

'Simon,' warned the man, 'bring it in, I've already got the death of that fucking siren on my case, I don't need another one to account for too.'

His eyes grew blurry as he looked at the man.

'What's wrong?' Johnny asked from behind him, 'whats happened?'

Everything folded in on itself, the cold morning, the absence of you and your dress, the bloody dress on the floor. Everything, every single thing he built with you collapsed, and he was unable to keep it all together as he ripped his arms from out of Johnny's hold.

Looking past Price, he pointed his finger in the direction of the brown-haired man on the floor, clenching his teeth, 'it's your fault she's fuckin' gone,' he seethes, 'all your fucking fault,' he mustered up before storming out the Station, blinking back tears as he returned home, knowing you weren't going to be there.

The beach is bitter now, but the memory is worse.

He doesn't know why he bothers to sit at the beach during the nighttime, perhaps it's in the hope that you'll reappear, or maybe the moon will send him a sign that you're safe somewhere her, and that the only part of you with Serelia is the skirt from the bloody frock he still has in his house.

It's peaceful at night, especially with the waves rolling in gently, and he imagines you're sitting on a rock somewhere, humming a sweet tune, causing trouble as you did so.

Anyone else would have been horrified with the confession, though, as he thinks about the damage that the people in the village have done to you, he wishes you'd flood the entire village and wipe it clean of all the scum in it.

At least then, even if he were to die in the flood, he'd die knowing that it was by your hand and no one else's.

And in his death, the man who he was held back from would also meet the same fate. That's all he's asking for.

Unsheathing the dagger in his belt, he drives it into the ground, dragging it through the grains of sand, taking his eyes from the sea to the deep line he's carved into the sand.

The throat of the Lord or Rhys would be better suited, though, he knows the fate awaiting him if he does something like that.

As he stares at the sand, the crunch of boots against the sand or the creak of a lantern behind him catching his attention though he doesn't turn his head; he knows the walking pattern well... he needs to get lighter on his feet if he's going to attempt to scare him.

'Thought I'd find ya 'ere, Lt,' says the man, walking beside him, not bothering to ask him if he can take a seat beside him. With a grunt, he lands on the ground, exhaling as he looks to the man sitting beside him. 'You've been comin' here since she left.'

'You spying on me?' Simon retorts.

'Seen you while on patrol, actually,' Johnny answers, 'difficult to miss, a big lump of coal you are,' he says with a chuckle, 'ya looked like you needed the company 'cause you've been keeping to yourself for months, and I know ye not typically a man of many words, but you've become a Ghost.'

He doesn't answer him, instead, he drivers his knife further into the sand.

'You gonna tell me what's actually going on, or are you gonna keep it a secret so no one can help you?' he asks, 'I've been thinking about the state of you the morning you nearly broke that kids neck, I've never seen you like that before.'

'You'll never see me like that again.'

'What did the death of that siren have to do with her leaving?'

His knuckles whiten around the knife.

'Kyle told us she was in a right state when Rhys got to the Station that morning. You forced him to keep everyone away from the cabin but the entire village heard her crying,' he explained, 'it was the talk of the town for days after.'

Looking at the man sitting beside him, he fights against the truth.

'The siren was what she was here for, wasn't she?' he asked.

Simon's breath gets caught in his throat.

'I've been goin' over it for weeks whenever I get a spare minute, the carry on out of her, her washing up on the shore out of the blue- not being able to remember the name of where her and her sister were goin' on that ship... none of that was true, was it?'

'No,' Simon answered, 'she told me when we found Serelia, we buried her and in the night she left... or someone took her,' he said.

'You think someone took her?'

'She was screamin' for the entire fuckin' village to hear, Johnny,' he snaps, letting go of the knife as he turns his attention back towards the ocean, 'anyone coulda heard her, including whoever killed Serelia. And I just keep goin' over it.'

He knows he'd never be able to forgive himself if such was confirmed, for what kind of protector would he be if he couldn't have stopped that monster from getting to you?

'What if she just... went back to the water?' he asks, 'that's where she belongs anyway, right? If she got a hold of the girl, she would have went back with her anyway.'

'She didn't say goodbye,' Simon utters.

'Maybe she didn't say goodbye because she knew you wouldn't be able to go,' he shrugs, 'if she woke you in the middle of the night and told you she had to go back home, would you have let her go?'

As he looks out onto the water, he contemplates his question, thinking back to the very night he lost you. He recalls the pair of you lying his bed, how you mumbled one last 'I love you' to him before leaving. Only, this time, you didn't leave without telling him. Instead, you look him dead in the eyes and tell him that you have to go.

Even debating the scenario in his head causes his heart to hurt.

'No...' he begins, his eyes narrowing as he keeps his eyes trained on the water.

It's difficult to see in the darkness, though, the light from the moon against the water highlights something bobbing closer and closer to the shore. Raising to his feet, Johnny looks up at him.

'You see that?' he asks, motioning over to the water.

The blob in the sea dips and raises with each wave rolling in, though with his mask and tired eyes, he's unsure if he's seeing something because it's there, or if his imagination is simply willing it to be sign he has been craving for the past couple of months.

'Aye,' he says, raising to his feet.

The pair stand idly staring at the bobbing blob.

'Whatever it is, it isn't alive,' says Johnny, watching as the man beside him shrugs off his cloak, untying the ribbon of his mask and pulling the balaclava off of his face, allowing it all to fall to the floor.

'Keep an eye on it for me, won't you?' Simon asks, looking over his shoulder, not bothering to wait for a response as he rushes into the water, heading directly towards the mysterious mass in the water.

Wading through the water, his pants grow heavier as his boots fill with water, though, he's uncaring as the water reaches his waist. The closer her gets to the body, the darker he finds the water grows.

'You know what it is yet?' calls the man on the shore.

Squinting, he reaches his hand out, placing his hand against the strange mass, pulling it over so he can see what it is.

Hollowed out eyes stare back at him, the sockets devoid of eye balls as he stares at the corpse a float in the water. It's intestines brush against his knee as though they have a life of their own.

The sight is brutal and in the darkness, he can't quite make out the feature of who the body is.

Grabbing the corpse under its armpits, he turns his head back to shore to see Johnny waiting with eager eyes to see what has been uncovered.

'It's a dead body!' Simon says with a grunt as he pulls the body through the water, leaving a trail of blood behind him as he drags it with him.

From behind him there's a slosh of water, the stammering breaths of the man appearing right beside him as he gawks at the corpse. He doesn't say anything, quite reserved for a man who is looking death in the eyes. Instead, he grabs its arm, helping Simon pull it to shore.

The heels of the corpse dig into the sand as he's pulled back to shore, the pair of them dropping him with a huff. Their clothes drip against the land as Johnny grabs the lantern he left beside Simon's masks and cloak, holding it over the body so the pair of them can grasp what it is they're dealing with.

The torso of the corpse is naked, the flesh of its stomach looking as though some sort of wild animal had gotten its hands on him. Only, its the intent of the cuts that tells him otherwise, his throat hangs open, exposing the top of his spine and vocal cords, loose flaps of skin blowing in the wind as the corpse leaks sea water and blood onto the sand.

As Simon moves his eyes up, he lets out a brittle exhale.

'This is one of the fellas who left on the ship today,' Johnny comments, looking to Simon who simply keeps his eyes glued to the chest of the man. 'Roland...' his words trail as he rips his eyes from off of the corpses face, all to see the very thing that Simon is staring at.

Johnny gulps.

'Your girl capable of doing that?' he says with a raised eyebrow.

In the bloody mess of the man, he finds exactly what he has been hoping to fine since he woke up that morning to find you were gone.

Of course, it could have been a shark attack- something other than the work of your hand, only, the confirmation of life is etched into the body as though it's a stone tablet or a tombstone.

Carved into the chest of the dead man is the word 'murderer'.

Simon smiles at the sight of the corpse, looking out onto the water.

'That's her,' he breathes, looking towards the moon, 'she's alive.'

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ☾ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

The thing is, with humans at least, they're fragile when it comes to pain.

When something seems out of the ordinary, they're inclined to shit themselves and become a crying blubbering mess, begging for mercy as though it is them who are innocent when they acted with the intent of taking another's life.

Even the strongest man cowers when they're forced to encounter something unknown, and you rejoice as you blood at the bloody man on his knees before you.

The curse of the moon never truly left you, still tied to the humans upon leaving the water, and while you have a prolific distaste for you can no longer join the sirens upon the rocks, it works well when the ship is driven into rocks and one of the men manage to scramble to the shore.

He thinks he's safe until you walk from out of the water.

The tides turn and the small smirk on his face disappears as he realises you do indeed have legs and can walk right up to him. Either way, he's a fool to possess such smugness, a song from the water would have drove him right back to you anyway.

'P- Please, please, please, I- I'm sorry, what do you want? I'll give you whatever you want, you want money?' he chokes out, holding his hands out in front of him.

The blood of his friend you plucked from off of the ship mingles with the sea water as he trembles in the cool breeze.

Some dry patches even stick to him, a clump of congealed blood sticking to one of his eyebrows. Trebling hands dig into his pockets as he holds out a handful of golden coins.

You think of Simon briefly, smiling to yourself as you recall the soup you attempted to made with the golden coins he had given you. How you basked in the light of his home eating the slop in the bowl, but none of that mattered because the pair of you had each other.

And then your mind falls to the dress he gifted you.

The dress you left on the bathroom floor, the dress you ripped to leave a piece of yourself with Serelia, the dress stained with her blood.

Raising your hand, you slap the money out of his hands, the coins landing with a hollow thud onto the sand of the a small cove. 'I don't want your money,' you snap, grabbing his shirt, pulling him to you with gritted teeth. 'I want you to answer my question, and if you dance around it, I'll cut you from gut to gullet and let the sharks eat the rest of you body.'

'Of course, o- of course, anything, I'll tell you anything you want to know,' shudders the man, tears flowing freely down his wrinkled face.

Edging closer to him, your face is right in front of his, you can smell the booze on his breath as he sniffles, looking at you doe eyes.

'Who killed the siren you captured?'

He looks at you, opening his mouth as he stumbles and trips over the words leaving his mouth. All attempts to form words are lost to the panic he works himself into as he attempts to think of an answer which will satisfy you, yet keep whoever is guilty safe.

Your grip grows tighter on his hair.

'I- I don't know, I don't know, I'm sorry,' he sobs, 'please- please—'

Shoving him back onto the ground, you turn away from him, clenching your fists.

'Bull-fucking-shit.'

His sobs simmer as you look back to the water, taking a moment to contemplate his response. And, you find that you don't like what he has to say, in fact, you fucking despise it because you know for a fact he is full of shit.

Turning sharply on your heel, you look at the man, taking a breath before bringing your hand across his face. He falls with a huff, his face pressing against the sand as he lets out another pitiful cry.

'Wrong answer, try again,' you demand, leaning over, grabbing a fistful of his greasy hair, pulling his head up. Your breath ghosts his ear as you speak through clenched teeth, 'who killed the siren?'

'I- I heard whispers around the village!' he blurts, 'they said that whoever it was was smart and no one suspects them of it... b- but I know it wasn't the man you murdered.'

You let go of his hair.

The only people who knew where Serelia was were the Guards of the village and you know Simon would never have done something so brutal. Price cares too much about his duty to do something so horrible, even though to him, you're sure her death was much more of an inconvenience then it was a heartbreak.

Your mind aches as you go down to Johnny and Gaz. Why would they do something so cruel? As much as you despise their kind, you struggle to see why they would bring harm to her. It wouldn't make sense- even Gaz told you he would have freed her if their hands were

And then your heart stops.

Confirmation is the one thing you have longed for since returning to the sea, the one thing your sisters have wanted for the longest time. You looks at you with wide eyes, stammering out whispers as you release your hold on him.

The entire time you thought she was safe, she was in the hands of her murderer.

Your self indulgence and brief romance cost her her life.

Placing your hand against your forehead, you pace back and forwards in front of the man.

'The boy who Price hired to make sure she was safe,' you mumble to yourself, wiping your face with your hand. How could you have been so blind? Word never got out about her being anywhere, he never went home that night... he disappeared and Gaz couldn't find him that morning.

He was getting rid of the evidence of his crime and he succeeded.

Walking down the sand, you ignore the calls of the man as you return to the water. There's nothing around, no land, no safety, simply just a small cove a lot of soldiers don't account for until it is, fortunately, too late.

'Hey! Hey! You can't leave me here!' screams the man as you walk further into the water. 'I'm going to die out here! There's nothing around here, please, I told you what you wanted, how some mercy.'

Stopping in your tracks, you exhale, peering over your shoulder.

'This is mercy,' you briefly answer before walking into the water, disappearing out of his view for good.

Even under the water his screams travel though you don't care to show any form of kindness as you move away.

He deserves his death for his attempted lie, and you also find anger bubbling for you know what you have to do because of his confession- something you have been escaping for a while.

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They work well on the side of the law, they stick to it as much as they can, though, when the pair of them shared a look while on the beach, they both knew what they had to do.

The breeze is gentle as the move the body further up the beach, occasionally turning their heads to look upwards in the direction for any sign of life as they do so.

Roland's intestines drag along the shore, his body leaking blood and water, leaving a gruesome trail behind the pair of them. Fortunately, the water will wash any trace of gore away and it will be as though he never existed in the first place.

'Why has she decided to pop up now?'

'First ship at sea for months,' he states, 'I'm surprised she hasn't tried to drag the entire village underwater with how torn she was.'

'What did you do with the girls body?' he asked, 'had Price choked up as he tried to explain to the Lord where the body disappeared off to, as far as he's concerned, there's no such thing as sirens cause he hasn't seen it with his own eyes.'

The old Lord is stubborn in his ways, that the pair of them know well enough not to bother questioning his reasonings. Upon his return, Simon recalls the look of upset when Price had to inform the man that they, as the guards of the village, failed at their duties. The body of the siren was nowhere to be seen, and he had to stand and watch as the Captain was subject to a brutal scolding, knowing well where the sirens body had disappeared off to.

It was unfair of him to do that, risking John's position all to keep the burial ground sacred and untouched, but he was still bruised and bleeding from the events that had taken place that night and the morning following.

All he can think about while standing in the room was the look on your face, how your bottom lip wobbled as you laid the fabric of your cherished dress upon the deceased girl, not bothering to consider your love for the item on your body, rather, the love you had for the woman lying in the ground.

Nothing was worth destroying that moment. Nothing.

'Buried it,' Simon answers, 'she's buried at the top of the cliff, just past the Lords house,' he says, setting the man down on the ground as they edge closer and closer to a small cove beneath the cliff, looking up at it.

'Lookin' over her home, ey?' Johnny asks with a small smile, 'her idea, I'm guessing.'

'It was mine, actually.'

'Didn't know y' were the sentimental type, Lt,' he comments with a smile, 'didn't know y' even had a heart.'

'I do,' Simon retorts.

'Really?'

'Yeah... a cold one.'

He doesn't miss the way the latter rolls his eyes.

'Wouldn't be sayin' that if she was here with you right now though, would ya?' he laughs, taking a breath before the pair of them continue to move the body. 'No, I can imagine y' now, all loved up. Thought of it makes me sick.'

Simon fights off the urge to scoff.

'Just say y' jealous, Johnny.'

'Oh, I am so jealous. I wish I had you to fall asleep to every night,' he whispers, his eyes moving from Simon to the body in their arms, 'cause, if that were the case, we'd be in bed right now, not carryin' a dead body, which your siren girlfriend mutilated, to hide it in a fuckin' cave,' he huffs, the darkness of the small cove swallowing the pair as they walked into it.

'These are typical activities for couples. We'd still be doin' it.'

Johnny doesn't bother to respond as the pair of them move further and further into the beast belly. 'Y' sure no kids gonna stumble across this corpse; he's gonna start to smell.'

'Tides rolling in tomorrow morning, not goin' back out until night,' Simon says, 'he'll be dragged back out to sea before anyone else gets to him.'

'Well, I hope y' right; if not, your girlfriends gonna be in a lot of trouble when the people in the village find out about this,' he says, finally relieving himself of the duty when he feels Simons hands slipping off of the body.

It lands in the wet sand of the cove with a wet splat, and the pair of them stare through the darkness, Johnny lifting his foot to find where exactly they placed the body.

'You think she's gonna come back?'

'Didn't dig her nails into him to for fun, Lt,' he answers, 'I reckon she'll show her face soon.'

Whether it is a few days, or even weeks, he doesn't care.

'I hope so.'

As long as you find your way back to him, the knowledge of you living is enough to soothe his weary eyes.

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The sisters of a siren are fierce and loyal, even when your tongue burns as you speak to them of the events which had happened during your time on land.

You suffered similar hardships to Serelia, at least, they're convinced you did.

So, as you address the group with blown eyes drawn to the surface, explaining your reasoning as to why you should tread the land, to go back into that village, you're hardly surprised when their looks change as they address you.

Motive is of importance and you wish to solve the case, to bring justice to the woman buried on the cliff edge.

But, selfishly, you're also wishing to bring justice to a man who you wronged.

'Return to land?' a voice barks, 'you will do no such thing; the last time one of us went on Land, her life was taken from her cruelly, I'm not allowing that to happen to you, not at all,' she continues.

You stare at her, looking around at the other disapproving faces which surround you. There's still a void where she would have sat and you feel your lips pulling down into a frown as you stare blankly at the space beside the woman who holds her pointer finger up at you.

'It's irresponsible, you'll get yourself killed if you do that.'

'I finally have confirmation of which human killed Serelia, Raithe,' you respond, rubbing your face as you turn your eyes from the empty space to the angered siren. 'I can kill him, I will kill him, but I need to be on land in order to do so.'

There's a brief silence between yourself and the ground and you feel your chest tightening as you observe all their faces. While stoic, you feel as though the sea is pressing all its weight down onto you in an unlawful attempt to drown you.

Though, in the eyes of unhappiness, you find that you would be thankful if the sea had such a mercy on you.

'I don't understand why we never lead the entire village into the sea,' another siren says, batting her blonde eyelashes as she looks at you, 'would've have gotten this over in a second. We kept our silence up in the first place because they never got as far as killing one of our own, but they captured her and held her as a prisoner- they held you as a prisoner too,' she continues, 'why are you showing them mercy? They deserve to drown for their crimes.'

You pale at the thought of committing such an act against the village.

'Because...' your words trail as you take a harsh breath, sinking further into the current, 'there are children in the village- that's not who we are.'

All of them raise their eyebrows in your direction and you feel small as they do so. Your shoulders touch the lobes of your ears as your entire body tenses.

'That not who you are, not anymore at least,' Raithe scoffs, narrowing her black eyes. 'You've gone soft.'

'No I haven't,' you refute, 'I- I just—'

'She's in love she is,' another speaks, pushing through the water, moving behind you to grab your shoulders. Pushing you closer to the group, her grip tightenings as she forces your neck to the side, the base of her nose ghosting your flesh as inhales your scent.

You freeze as she does so, the only saving thought being the fact that you haven't been held by Simon in months.

Her sharp nails press against the flesh on your stomach, her eyes narrowing as grabs your face, forcing you to look at her.

'Tainted, you are,' she says, 'look in her eyes, look how she moves, you're protecting the very humans that killed our sister,' she accuses, the looks on the others faces hardening in your direction.

'You don't want to go on land for revenge, you want to go and see whoever you were with during the time you were supposed to be searching for Serelia,' Raithe exclaims, 'you are just as much of a monster as those humans are, you wicked little witch!'

'No, no I'm not,' you quickly blurt.

'Then we flood the village; they're all guilty of murder because they helped take her in the first place,' answers the black-haired woman simply.

With beady eyes you look at her, and when a tight-lipped smile appears on her face, you feel the sudden urge to vomit.

You sense betrayal burning in their beings and have an overwhelming desperation to be away from them despite the ties of blood that keep you bound as sisters.

You're released from the hold of the siren behind you all for your face to be caught with the hand of Raithe. Keeping her webbed hand against your face, her grip tightens on you, nails digging into your cheeks as she grits her dagger-like teeth at you.

You squirm in an attempt to escape her hold, yet the only thing you achieve as you do such is forcing her nails deeper.

'You chose your side even before this meeting,' Raithe seethes, 'you chose it when you let Serelia die, you chose it when you lied to us because you are in love, Amalise is right,' she laughs, shaking her head. 'You love a human, how can you be so sure they wouldn't do what they did to you what their kind did to Serelia?'

'B- Because he isn't like that,' you cry, 'he isn't like that, he took care of me, he did everything he could to make me happy and he helped me bury Serelia.'

Your eyes grow wide as you realise the confession that accidentally slipped past your lips.

You don't miss the collective gasp, nor do you miss the feeling of Raithe's hold on you loosening, pulling away from you completely.

'You buried her?' Amalise asks, 'you buried her on land?' her tone raises as she clenches your fist.

'I couldn't have—'

You're struck with a razor sharp hand.

Her claws tear the flesh of your face as you're thrown through the current.

For a moment, you're much too dazed to realise what has happened until your grabbed by the throat.

'How fucking dare you!' Raithe screams, 'you lied to us a- and you buried her on land away from us so we cannot visit her? You are no siren, you are just as monstrous as those humans.'

Her fist tightens around your throat, specks of darkness appearing in your eyes as you attempt to pull her hand off of you. Your nails dig into her flesh, but she doesn't budge.

'You wish to be a human so bad, right? That's what you want, you're burdened by being one of us because if they knew, they would kill you because that's who they are.'

'N- No,' you choke out.

She edges closer to you.

'I don't believe you,' she utters, looking over her shoulder, 'I say she returns to the land, let her human have her,' she suggests, addressing the other sirens.

Much to your horror, they nod in agreement.

Raithe turns back to you, cocking her head to the side as she narrows her black eyes. 'You can be there to witness his death when we lead him to the sea,' she firmly says as you weakly writhe, blood pouring from the slash on your face, a tingling washing your entire body as your hands on her wrists falter and the world begins to grow dark.

'See if he still loves you with a ruined face.'

A final wretch escapes you before you're forced into darkness, leaving the world behind with the disapproving look of Raithe being the very last thing you see.

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Patrol around the village these is quiet, and while he enjoys the silence most of the time, he can't help but hate the silence he's plagued with as he's walking around the dark streets.

No matter where he walks he can never escape the sound of the crashing waves. Typically, he enjoys the sound of the water, of the gulls squawking as he passes by the beach, only, ever since uncovering the body of that sailor, he's found the sound only takes him back to the leaking body parts and hollow eyes.

In his time he has seen a lot, yet, that truly takes the cake.

It's for a good cause, Simon knows the implications of the siren attacks and if word got out to the village folk, it will sure be difficult to fix. Their silence has been in their favour as he hardly hears mentions of Serelia in the village anymore, yet, he knows the fear is still there for a lot of people.

Like a criminal, while on patrol, he cannot help but return to the scene of the crime, watchful eyes looking over the shore in search for blots of blood.

It's difficult to know why he is doing so; as far as he's concerned, no one knows what the pair of them did, and truthfully, if someone does stumble across the body, he is fine.

No one suspects a guard, the protector of all.

Sea foam coats the bottom of his boots as he mindlessly wanders further down the beach, his tired eyes looking up towards the moon sitting in the sky. Despite the clouds blocking any stars from his view, the moon makes sure to make her presence known.

If he weren't so tired, maybe he'd acknowledge the red tinge marking her surface.

'Hey you,' a voice hisses.

He stops, snapping his head to look around, his forehead wrinkling as he spies a woman a few meters away from him sitting in the water.

Upon first glance, he straightens his posture, preparing to scold the woman for being so careless, walking out into the water alone in the dead of the night.

Then, the water around her shifts as she lifts her tail up from out of the wind, the moonlight catching the green tinge of her scales.

'Bloody hell,' he blurts out under his breath.

Before him lies a woman with thick, long black hair.

She kicks her tail up, resting her arms around the ground as she stares up at him with wide, black eyes, offering him the best smile she can muster. Her teeth are as sharp as knives and she trails her tongue over the points of them as she grins.

'Come closer,' she requests.

'Ye gonna kill me, lassie,' he responds, 'I know ave got a fun haircut, but am not that stupid.'

The woman scoffs.

'I'm asking you nicely,' she sharply states, 'walk away and you'll be right back in the water with the sound of a song, so I advise you do what I'm asking of you and come closer.'

She grows as cold as the wind as she stares at him, her brows furrowing as she looks in his direction.

Goosebumps form on his skin, and while his head is telling him to do anything else, he relents to her demands, slowly moving closer to her.

The water touches his boots as she sighs, pushing herself off of her stomach, rolling the water with a bright grin, lifting her head to look at the man with a giggle.

'Oh, you listen so well, who would have thought a human would be obedient,' she chuckles, allowing her webbed hands to fall above her head, merely missing the edge of his boots. 'I've got something for you,' she claims.

'A death sentence, perhaps?'

'There was a girl in this village a while back... few months ago now, looked as you did, with your legs and your gill-less necks, but she wasn't true to you, nor your people for she was a siren.'

His eyebrows raise upon her words, and she laughs harder.

'Oh so now I've got your interest now... I don't suppose you're the lover she had while she was on land, are you?'

'Nae.'

'Do you know of the man who she loved?'

'Aye, he's my friend,' he says with a nod, 'you know where she is?'

'I have her with me, some of my friends are keeping hold of her,' she explains, 'but... we've been having a talk, you see, and she no longer views the ocean as her home, nor does she view us as her sisters; she has been tainted by your kind.'

Her face contorts in a horrific manner as she pokes at the tips of his boots. Though, he doesn't move, knowing better than to sacrifice the happiness of Simon for the sake of his own safety.

The man needs this- he needs you back.

'I'm a woman of morality and I am not going to force her to stay where she doesn't want to be, and quite frankly, she is no longer one of our own- rather a traitor to her own kind,' she says, sitting up from off of the ground, looking out at the sea, 'so, you can have her, let her seek out the man who she loves.'

Everything she's saying seems too good to be true.

As he looks away from the woman, two more heads appear above the water, though they are that of shadows as they move forward. As the move closer and closer, the black-haired woman reaches out with greedy hands, and from out of the water, she plucks you, pulling you up the shore with a grunt.

In the moonlight, he catches the brutal gash on your face, how you tale shimmers in the moonlight before it melts into the sand, dissipating in a crude shimmer as you're pushed to him.

'What have y' done to her?' he asks, rushing towards your unconscious form, shrugging his jacket from off of his shoulders, using it to cover you.

'She isn't dead,' answers the black-haired woman, 'that would have been too kind,' she barks out a laugh, watching as Johnny takes you into his arms, staggering backwards from her. 'No need to fear us,' she gently coos, 'at least, not yet.'

He doesn't care to listen a second longer as he looks down to the deep wound across your face, rushing across the beach towards the steps which lead back into the village, the cackle of the siren booming.

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Nighttime is quiet now.

Whenever he isn't working, he's only plagued with violent desires and ideas, tossing and turning on the sofa, curtains drawn so the moon cannot see him.

His feet hang off of the sofa, a dull ache in his spine as he lies in darkness, unable to sleep.

Tonight is particularly difficult as his heartbeat thumps against his chest and he finds himself tossing and turning at the very fact that, the night before, he got the confirmation he has been longing for for months.

You're alive.

Only, after a while of joy, he finds sadness lurks beneath the realisation as Johnny's point of you returning to the water very well may be true, meaning you left him willingly.

Your absence is cruel in that sense.

He's staring at his skull mask, slowly dozing off as the pounding sound of fists against his door tear him from his dazed state. They're eager, quick and desperate. If they knock any harder, they very well might knock the door down.

With a snarl on his face, he pulls back the thin sheet drawn over his body, marching up to the door. From beyond it, he hears pants for air, not missing a thick accent uttering, 'c'mon bonnie, you're fine, yeah?'

Immediately, he grabs the handle of the door, forcing it open with a hard pull.

The knocking stops as Johnny looks up at him with wild eyes, shoving past him with a body in his arms, rushing into the living room. For a moment, Simon keeps his eyes trained on the now empty spot where he was just standing, a short breath escaping him as he recalls the familiar colour of the hair.

Slowly, he closes the door, listening to the ragged breaths of the man, turning to him with his stomach in knots. He watches as you're placed down onto the couch, air escaping him as he notes the red stain in the mans white shirt as he turns his attention to him.

'It's her, Si',' he says.

Simon doesn't move.

'Some siren was sittin' on the beach, she gave her to me, said she'd betrayed her kind- that she's no better than us,' he explains, moving away from the sofa to the bookshelf, his hand patting along the wood in hopes of uncovering the box of matches he's spied a few times.

Moving over to the sofa, Simon reaches his hand out to you, resting it down on your shoulder. You're cold to the touch, the scent of sea water filling his nose as he hears the scrape of a match and the crackle of a wick.

An orange light is cast over your being as Johnny stands beside him with a candle in his hand.

From out of the darkness appears a crude claw-like mark on your cheek, blood dripping from the harsh gash down onto your bruised neck.

'What the fuck did they do to her?' he asks through gritted teeth, tearing at the fabric of his own shirt, kneeling down beside you, pressing the fabric against the cut on your face.

A noise escapes you when he does so, and he feels a heat bubbling in his stomach.

'You're okay, sweetheart,' he utters gently, keeping a firm pressure on the wound.

'I don't know,' Johnny answers, 'pulled her out of the water and gave 'er to me... said they don't want her anymore.'

Blood soaks into the fabric of his shirt as you stir.

A moan escapes your mouth, and as your eyes slowly open, you're aware of the agonising pain emitting from your cheek. Then follows the feeling of a familiar sofa, the sound of familiar voices and the warmth of a familiar hold.

Opening your eyes, you're greeted with the sight of Simon in the candle light.

Despite the bags under his eyes and the addition of a few pink scars on his face, he still looks as glorious as he did the night you left him.

'Simon?' you choke out at the sight of him.

You catch a shift in his eyes as he looks at you.

'I'm here, love,' he gently says, 'you're safe; I've got you.'

You can be there to witness his death when we lead him to the sea.

You hear her voice, her cruel tone, and the coldness of her words flood through your veins, fighting off any ounce of warmness from Simon's reassurances.

I shouldn't be here.

In the blink of an eye, you're sitting up and his hold is removed from off of your face as you scramble to the other side of the couch, wincing as a harsh dizziness floods your senses and the desire to vomit springs upon you.

'N- no, no, no,' you quickly say, lifting your head with narrow eyes, pulling the fabric of Johnny's coat against your bare body as you look at the two men with teary eyes. 'How... why, why am I here? How did you get me here?' you ask in a panicked tone.

Simon looks to Johnny and Johnny looks at you.

'There was a siren on the beach—'

'Who?' you snap, 'what colour was her hair?'

'Black... bonnie, are you okay? What happened?'

'I can't be here,' you ramble, 'they're gonna do something bad, they're gonna do it all because of me and- and I—'

You begin to cry.

'I can't be here, you've got to let me go,' you beg, attempting to raise to your feet, all for the dizziness to keep you down. 'Please, please!'

You feel as though the world is ending.

Unable to escape the horror of the words expressed, you fight against yourself and the urge to spill your guts all over the floor of the living room, your tears seeping into the wound on your face.

Simon moves closer to you, placing his hand against your knee, looking up at you with teary eyes.

Reaching out your hand, you rest it against his cheek as more tears flow freely, letting out a hiccup upon being graced with the warmth of his face.

'I'm sorry,' you cry.

Placing his hand over your own, he shushes you, 'we'll talk about it once you've told us what's happened, alright sweetheart?' he asks gently, 'what happened?'

His calmness in the face of horror is unnerving, and as you look in his eyes, you spy a darkness in his eyes. You wish to be in his arms, but your temper keeps you from fulfilling the urge as you press your trembling lips together, wincing as you swallow.

'They know,' you say, looking at Simon, 'they know about you,' you choke out, 't- they think I'm a traitor and they want you dead- they want to put the entire village to death for what happened to Serelia.'

His hold tightens on your hand.

'Why didn't you want the same as them?' Johnny asks, 'very well could have put the entire village under water if y' willed it.'

'Because there are people here who don't deserve to die,' you sniffle, 'there are innocent people here a- and it isn't fair to punish them for the violence of someone else's hand,' you explain, 'they're blinded by their rage, and if I were without experience, I would be too.'

You curse the part of you which still sympathises with the people who cast you out, though, you know enough to understand who the true villain is. Not the sirens, not the humans, rather, the ignorance of both sides refusing to see the perspective of the others.

And here you are, attempting to piece together a bridge.

The pair before you don't speak and you feel your heart beating quicker as you look into the eyes of the lover you abandoned many moons ago. You spy betrayal in his gaze, though his anger is not directed towards you.

'They're gonna lead the entire village underwater,' you breath, 'I don't know when they're going to do it and I don't know how to stop them when they finally do decide they want to do it,' you say, your eyes welling with tears.

'Oh love,' Simon exhales gently.

'We won't let anythin' happen, lass, y' have my word,' Johnny reassures.

You suppose he wants you to find comfort in his words, yet, his enthusiasm only works to bruise you further; you know there's nothing either of them can do, not against the call of a siren.

'I offered to go back on land,' you whisper, 'I told them I could do it; we finally got the name if the man who killed Serelia.'

'This have somethin' to do with the man y' massacred?' Johnny asks.

'I was following the ship because I recognised him,' you answer, recalling the tone he carried while talking about the man in front of you.

Even if he hadn't been responsible for helping in her capture, you still would have been taken from off of the boat.

'He was one of the people who carried Serelia off of the beach. He deserved what became of him.'

To regret would be to forgive, and you will never forgive a man who did something so terrible.

'We crashed the boat, all but one died, and I asked him if he knew who did it. He told me he didn't know who, but he had an idea of who did it; people around here know that whoever it was is close to the guard.'

Both Johnny and Simon share a look.

'Y' not saying you think it's one of us, are you?' Simon asks, to which you quickly shake your head.

'No, no, I know neither of you would do that- not even Kyle or Price would stoop that low... it's the one who was supposed to look after her, Si'. It was the one who told us she was dead that morning.'

The silence in the room is deafening.

Simon's hand moves away from yours as he slowly begins to stand up, his eyes falling back to the staircase. 'Rhys?' Johnny says, his eyes blown, 'he said he liked her.'

Your eyes stay on Simon's as he clenches his fists, the mellow look which has been on his face since he saw you melting off. Trailing his tongue across the inside of his mouth, you gulp thickly viewing his anger.

'I'm gonna fuckin' kill him,' he coldly says.

It's not a threat, rather, a promise.

Neither you or Johnny say anything, instead, the pair of you share a look before your eyes fall back to Simon who is already making his way out of the living room towards the staircase.

If you speak now, you fear the repercussions of stopping him from doing what he's set his mind on doing; while you never saw anything during your first time on land, you're not unknown to the truth of who he truly is.

'Simon,' you blurt out, unable to fight against your thoughts as you look up the stairs.

He stops in his tracks, heaving out a heavy breath before turning to you. You can hardly make him out in the dim light as he moves, devoid of all the light which makes his so ethereal.

Still, in the light or darkness, he's still the man who holds you heart.

'D- Don't act on that anger now,' you quietly say, 'the only way of saving the village from them is to give them what they want... if they want Rhys, they'll want him alive, and if they don't want me, then I'll stay here,' you say through a laboured breath.

Your heartaches at the thought of leaving your home, leaving the grave of your mother abandoned for all the others to swarm. But, if they so willingly cast you out, then, you suppose they were never truly family in the first place.

'Just... stay with me tonight, yeah?' you ask, 'don't want you to do something harsh when you're not thinking straight; he'll get what he deserves, just not tonight.'

You hear him shift as Johnny sets the lit candle down onto the stand beside the sofa. 'She's right, Lt, can't be doin' something that will keep you away from your bonnie; been away from each other long enough, hey?'

He moves away from the darkness, coming back into the light. You offer him a smile as he places his hand against your shoulder with a short nod. Placing your hand over his, you melt into his hold. Johnny looks at the pair of you with a smile on his face.

'We'll sort out a plan in the morning about what we'll do,' Simon says, 'figure out how we're gonna get him to the sirens, and if they agree with the deal, then we'll offer him up and forget this entire thing ever happened.'

'Aye,' Johnny says with a firm nod, approaching the door, 'make sure y' get her cleaned up, I'll meet the pair of you at the bakery tomorrow,' he continues, pulling the door open, looking over his shoulder at the pair of you.

Simon nods his head. 'Affirmative.'

As the man disappears into the night, the door closes with a click, and for the first time in months, you're finally alone with the man. You don't miss the breath that escapes him, in fact, you grow cold at the sound as his hand leaves your shoulder.

'Si'—'

'Need to get you cleaned up,' he abruptly says, 'we can talk about everything once I know you're okay, yeah? You need to get cleaned up before anything, c'mon.'

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and you fight against the urge to defy his request. Though, recalling the grey bags under his eyes, you find you're raising from where you're sitting. As he said, you can talk about it later, and for now, you find yourself thankful that he simply wants to enjoy your company.

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'I'm sorry,' you whisper as soon as your head hits the pillow. Oddly, as you watch the man move in the moonlight, it's difficult to even process the fact that you have been gone for so long.

Your hair is slightly damp your bath, and while the wound on your face feels as though it has its own heartbeat, the dressing covering it keeps it from weeping freely.

'I just didn't know what to do, and- and I was so angry with myself and I didn't trust—'

'Your hand was forced, love,' Simon utters, laying on is side to look at you. 'I just wish you would have woke me up or left me a note- something to let me know that you were okay.'

Your heart drops at the thought of the months of misery he has suffered through by your hand.

Even though to you it seemed necessary, you know better than to impose your own views onto the man who was left wandering where you had disappeared off to for months on end.

Your absence was necessary yet cruel.

'I know, I know I should have and I'm sorry for not saying something to you,' you respond, reaching your hand out to grab his much larger one. He grabs your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours with a sigh. 'I wish I never left.'

'You did what you thought was right in the moment an' I'd be a prick for telling you you were in the wrong for doin' it,' mumbles the man, 'y' had to figure stuff out. All that matters now is that you're back.'

'I won't be goin' anywhere anytime soon if you're planning on staying with me,' you say, 'could kick me to the streets for everything I've put you through; I wouldn't blame you for doing it.'

'Wouldn't ever dream about it, sweetheart,' he says.

You watch as he scoffs before moving towards you, letting go of your hand to grasp your waist, pulling you towards him.

Shuffling closer, you smile as you press your lips against you, a flurry of butterflies swirling in your stomach a you feel his hand on your waist tighten.

All the months of pain melt in the matter of moments as the pair of you hold each other. It's as though the pair of you have been apart for multiple lives, plagued with the memory of each other, until eventually meeting again in this life.

Tears pool in your eyes, your hand pressing against the side of his face, snaking around to tug at his hair as he bites down on your bottom lip.

A muffled moan escapes you, trailing off into a whine when he pulls away from you. A trail of saliva keeps the pair of you connected as your eyes flicker from his mouth back to his eyes.

'I've missed you so much,' you confess, blinking back the tears as he smiles at you. 'So fucking much- there hasn't been a day I haven't thought about you.'

His hand against your waist loosens as he moves his hand under the white shirt he dressed you in, moving between your thighs.

'Missed you too,' he confesses, his index finger brushing over your clothes cunt with a sigh. 'Wanna show you how much I've missed you,' he utters, pressing the tip of his finger into against your clit.

You comply with a kiss, a small giggle escaping you as he pulls you on top of him. Hands sliding down your waist, you begin to undress, all for one of his hands to catch your wrist. 'Keep it on, sweetheart,' he rasps, 'like seein' you in my clothes.'

Colour rushes to your cheeks as you nod your head, hands gripping the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.

There's no need for anything, the desire to feel him inside you after so many months obscuring any other sense of yours.

You need him and he needs you.

Tugging down his underwear, goosebumps form on your skin when you hear him grunt as you pull them further down his thighs, freeing his cock from his boxers. You sit for a moment, jumping when you feel his hands squeeze your hips.

'Spit in your hand, love,' he instructs.

You feel his eyes on you as you scrunch your nose up at the request.

'What?'

'Listen to me and I'll help you, yeah?' he asks, 'now spit in your hand.'

Your entire face is warm as you hold your hand out in front of your, spitting into it. 'Good girl,' he breaths, 'now wrap your hand around my cock.'

Listening to him, you reach out, wrapping your hand around him. He hisses as you do so, and you pause upon seeing his reaction, fearful that you've done something wrong. 'That's right,' he utters, as precum pools at the top of your fist as you feel him twitch in your hold, 'no more your hand up and down f'r me, love, get me ready for that pretty little cunt of yours.'

A sinful sound emits as you begin to move your hand up and down his cock, your slick hand moving up and down with ease. You feel his thighs tense below you as you move a hand between your legs, your mouth turning dry from the wetness pooling in your underwear.

'That's desperate, princess?' Simon grunts with a smile on his face. You feel the urge to wipe it off of his face, though, you nod your head in agreement, knowing better than to deny something you so desperately want. 'Pull your panties to the side,' he instructs, 'not touchin' that pussy of yours; you're gonna come from my cock an' nothin' else,' he gruffly says.

Letting go of his cock, you do at he asks of you, a small yelp escaping you as he pulls your forward, his cock pressing against you folds as he sighs.

There's a temperament, a desire lingering to keep you on top, though, as he looks at you with your swollen lips and red face, he relents, moving you so you're lying on your bak with him over you.

'Got plenty of time for all that,' he utters, pressing his tip against your hole.

You clench around nothing, shifting beneath him as he presses his lips against yours.

It's different from the last time, you see something different in his eyes as he pushes into you, the delightful sting from many moons ago returning. Arching your back off of the bed, your whimper against his mouth.

'That's it,' he whispers, 'oh fuck.'

Your legs tighten around his waist, a few stray tears escaping from your eyes. It's a mixture of pain, pleasure, and joy. To be back in his arms after so much time a part is a gift in itself, for him to want you back is another. Your mind is racing as you sniffle, pressing another kiss against his mouth.

'Y' okay, yeah, princess? So good f'r me,' he grunts, slowly pulling out of you. More tears fall down your face as you nod your head, your eyes screwed shut as he thrusts back into you. Clicking his tongue, he pushes into you with another grunt, 'eyes on me, sweet girl,' he huffs, 'haven't waited months for you and your pretty little cunt for you to not look at me, have I?'

You open your eyes.

'That's it, there's my pretty girl.'

You clench around him upon hearing his words, legs trembling as he quickens the pace of his thrusts. The head of his cock presses against your cervix and your arms home to his back, nails digging into the flesh of his back.

'I- I've missed you,' you choke out, unable to account for any other emotion as he fucks into you.

You're crying at this point, the tears on the right side of your face soaking into the dressing as he continues to his all the right spots, stretching you out perfectly.

He's ruined you for anyone else, though it doesn't matter; you know you'll never need anyone else when you have him.

'Missed you too, love,' he states through clenched to teeth , 'missed waking up to you and seeing you, but you're not gonna go anywhere now, you're mine.'

'I am, I am,' you dumbly cry, 'no one else's, all yours forever and ever.' 'm sorry for ever leaving you.'

Keeping himself steady with one hand, he brings his other hand to grab your forearm, pulling one of your arms away from his back, taking it into his hold. Your legs tighten around his waist as a crude squelch sounds in the room, h

'Fuck,' you gasp, your hole tightening around him.

'That’s right, love,' he groans, his lips ghosting over your shoulder, his words were low and sickeningly needy, 'you’re so fucking tight,' he moans, resulting in a hiccuped moan escaping you.

Both of you greedily take whatever pleasure came from your messy movements, sweat dropping down your forehead as you tighten you hold on his hand, writhing below him as he continues to hit the spot which has you seeing stars.

'Gonna make sure I'm always here,' you whisper letting out another breathy moan.

Simon maintains a pleasurable pace, a crude slapping sounding in his bedroom, though neither of you care, and through stinging eyes and aching muscles, you admire him in the light of the moon, taking into account all the flaws on his face, the remnants of mistreatment and burdens, swearing to yourself you will never left another pale scar appear on his body for as long as the pair of you live.

'Not gonna let you leave me now, sweetheart,' he begins, staring down at you, his fringe wet with sweat, stray strands sticking to his forehead. 'Gonna keep you safe, fuck,' he schemes, a subconscious smile forming on your face, listening to him speak. 'Make sure y' never want for anything, only me.'

He growls such words with intent and possessiveness, and in the heat of the moment, you're convinced you need no one but him.

And as the tension in your stomach grows tighter, the brunet hit a spot which almost makes you scream, you drag your hand down his back, leaving lines of red behind as you do so. 'And you'll let me do all of that f'r you,' he chuckles.

'I would,' you whimper, 'fuck, I'm close, please,' you beg, as your thighs begin to tremble, you grip on his hand tightening as you press your head back against the pillow.

'Go on, sweetheart,' he says, 'cum for me.'

He winces slightly as he feels your nails press crescents into his skin, his pace growing messy and sporadic as he chases after his own release.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a brittle sob as an orgasm rips through your body.

'Fuck, that's it, sweetheart' he moans, 'I love you,' he grunts out, pressing into your, your cunt against his pubic bone as his hands tremble.

You barely compute the words passing his lips, and in the daze of your release, you continue to cry as he fucks you despite you being overstimulated, a dark groan escaping from the back of his throat as you feel strings of cum paint your insides.

'I- I love you too, so much,' you sniffle, your head falling against the pillow in exhaustion, finding joy in his hold of you and the pleasure which has washed over your body, rendering all your sense his.

Little worries find you in the aftermath, the pair of you much too tired to discuss what can wait for you in the morning, and the only thing that matters to you in the wake of your orgasm is his body being pressed against yours as you slowly drift off knowing that, even if it is just for tonight, you're secure in his hold.

Here, you find a single moment is comparable to an eternity of touches.

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In the morning, you find yourself sitting outside of the bakery with the ugly green dress you grew to despise during your first time out of the shore, and as you sit beside Simon tugging at the skirt, you startle when he firmly tugs it down, placing his hand down on your thigh, over the skirt to keep in place.

He does so without even turning his attention to you, and even when you turn to offer him a brief look, he doesn't move, keeping his eyes trained on Johnny as he sips from his mug of tea.

'Kyle said he saw another one,' says the man with the mohawk, 'seems they're waiting near the shore for something to happen, or, they're planning on making their move a lot soon than we thought.'

Your face aches as you chew, gulping your pastry down before speaking. 'They wouldn't act so quickly,' you say, 'they want me to get a taste of this before they take it away; when Raithe is angry, she's unforgiving.'

'That's the lass I saw on the beach, right?' Johnny asks, 'the one with the black hair an' teeth as sharp as daggers.'

'Yeah, she's the one who did this to me,' you say, pointing towards the fingerprints around your neck and the clean dressing stuck to your face. Taking a bite out of your pastry, Simon leans further into the table, keeping his hand pressed firmly against your thigh.

'I've put him on patrol tonight,' he says quietly, 'we'll get him alone, call for them to have him and then that will be the end of it.'

'Y' really think it's gonna be that easy?' Johnny asks, 'they seem pretty pissed, don't think they'd really leave us alone that easily.'

'There's nothing else we can do,' you say, 'unless you wanna go into the water and pull them all out one by one and put a knife through their heads, that is.'

Simon's grip on your thigh tightens.

'Cut their tongue out and throw them back into the water if they try anythin',' he cooly states, 'can't sing then, become nothin' but a fish with claws, hardly a threat. They can suffer for all I care.'

Something stirs in your gut as he says so, and while you feel as though you need to keep the women you devoted your life to, you find yourself torn with the desire of seeing the man being so lethal- of seeing how far he would go to keep you safe.

'Sounds like a plan, Lt,' Johnny responds, 'this stayin' between us?'

'Affirmative,' Simon confirms, 'Gaz an' Price don't need to know about it 'cause it'll only cause more trouble if the Captain finds out about it; he won't let us do it.'

'Then we do it tonight, get rid of him and wipe our hands of him,' you say with a grin, 'about time that son of a bitch got what he deserves.'

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In the midst of the night, you travel down the steps of the shore alone keeping your eyes peeled as you tread down the shore towards the sand. Your hands tremble in the breeze as you feet grace the sand, te rolling of the tide whispering for your return.

You stay unmoved by the moon and her red glow as you push forward towards the sea, holding your hand against your face as it aches.

All the smiling proved to be particularly poor for the placement of the mark on your face, though you push through the pain, you lips drawn together as you peer onto the surface of the water.

'I thought you'd return,' a voice calls.

You freeze.

As a wave washes up shore, the webbed hands of a woman appear, dragging her body out of the water. Her claws dig into the surface, her pointed ears twitching upon seeing you.

'You not bring your boyfriend with you?' she pouts, tilting her head to the side, 'would have been nice, y'know, meeting the family and stuff.'

'I'm not here to make small talk,' you sharply respond.

Raithe looks at you, raising her eyebrows as she looks at you.

'Oh?' she laughs, 'then please enlighten me.'

'I'm here to make a deal with you,' you breath, bringing your trembling hands together.

One shot or you've fucked it.

The woman's laughter booms along the sea as she rolls around on the ground, clapping her hands. 'Oh, you wanna make a deal with me now? It's a real shame what's become of you, y'know? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that boyfriend of yours has some explaining to do.'

Her comments cause your blood to boil, yet, you remain calm, looking her in the eyes. 'We have the boy who killed Serelia,' you say, clenching your fists, keeping your arms firmly placed against your side as the woman hums. 'We'll give you him and you can do what you please, forbid me the pleasure of getting to rip him to shreds for what he did to her and leave this village alone.'

'A generous offer you pose my lovely,' Raithe hums, pressing her finger against her plush bottom lip. 'You got anything else to sweeten the deal or is that it?'

'I'll never return to the ocean,' you say. 'I'll stay away, stay here on land. You can do what you please as long as it remains in the ocean and not beyond it; you know nature did not give us such a gift to act in the manner you intend to act concerning the people in this village.'

You step back from the shore, keeping the water from touching your feet.

'How is that fair?' Raithe asks, furrowing her eyebrows. 'You get to stay here and live out your life with the human you have foolishly devoted your life to while we're kept from Serelia because you buried her on land.'

'By staying here you are keeping me from the grave of my mother, Raithe,' you spit, "I know you're upset, but I have been punished enough. I'm giving you what you want- you want to kill the person who killed Serelia, don't you?'

Raithe's grin disappears from her face.

'You've been scheming so long you forget who the true murderer is. If I wanted to kill the person who killed Serelia, I would have slit your fucking throat,' she snaps, 'a human dealt the final blow but you are just as guilty for permitting it.'

'I was looking for her,' you blurt.

'If you were so committed to finding her, she would be here beside me right now, but she isn't; she's buried on the land, away from her home.'

'Simon helped me bury her on the clifftop!' you yell, chest raising and falling rapidly. 'She overlooking our home and it was him who came up with the idea in the first place- there are good humans—'

'Simon,' she repeats, 'slips off the tongue that name does.'

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you look at the wicked woman in the water. Her mocking grin renders you small, fragile, and you realise your mistake in mentioning the name of the man.

'I must see the man you speak of, see if he's a good match for you or if you could do better. Perhaps he would be a good friend for the water, hm?' she teased, bowing her head as another chuckle escapes her.

The crunch of sand alerts the pair of you, and as you look over your shoulder, you catch both Simon and Johnny walking along the shore, Rhys in the middle of them as he fights against their hold with his hands tied in front of him.

A delighted squeal escapes the woman lying in the sand as she catches sight of the tall man in the skull mask. 'Oh, I've seen you!' she exclaims, 'sitting on the beach a lot, hey? One might say you belong in the water with the amount of time you've spent here.'

'Shut it,' you snap, turning your attention to the three men standing behind you.

When your eyes meet with Rhys' you find you heart urges you to disobey the terms of your own deal, ripping him from the arms of the men, all to have the satisfaction of watching him crying and fight as he drowns in an inch of water.

Yet, even that isn't fitting for him.

His cries are muffled behind the gag in his mouth and Johnny does you the favour of pulling it out of his mouth. As he opens his mouth, he looks at you with wide eyes. 'I- I fuckin' knew it!" he exclaims, 'I knew I wasn't dreaming when I saw you run into the sea that night.'

'You killed Serelia,' you snap, crossing your arms over your chest.

'Didn't think it was that difficult to figure out,' he says, 'no one else knew where she was... well, not until you had your screaming and crying fit outside the cabin; that was a—'

He's stopped as Simon shoves him to the ground. He lands with a thud, all the air escaping his lung as he moans out in pain. Placing his boot on top of the mans head, his face is pressed into the wet sand as he turns to address the woman in the water.

'We got y' the one you want,' he sharply says, 'you take him and you leave.'

'Or?' the woman asks,.

'I cut your tongue out and feed it to the dogs in the village,' he snaps.

Rhys' cries are muffled as Raithe looks Simon in the eyes. Your eye twitches at the prolonged silence, though, when she whistles you find your nerves escaping you.

'A few months ago, you would have had his head for speaking to one of your own like that,' Raithe sneers looking at you, 'but love has your mind warped, my sweet urchin, yes it does,' she scoffs, her eyes narrowing as she turns her attention down towards the water. 'You have yourself a deal, Simon,' she says with a smile.

Relieving his boot from the head of the sobbing man on the ground, Rhys picks his head up, fat tears rolling down his face as he writhes on the ground, attempting to push himself up off of the ground. 'P- Please, I'm sorry,' he sobs, snot trailing down his upper lip as more heads appear from out of the water.

You're far from envious of his position when his shoulders are grabbed. Though, you long to be in the water for what is about to happen.

His screams are hoarse and rough as he's ripped from his home, and as you walk back to stand beside Johnny and Simon. Rhys claws and fights to stay on land as Raithe pulls him further and further towards the water.

Other webbed hands appear and the shrill shriek the man lets out is cut off by a hand covering his mouth as he's dragged into the water.

Upon his disappearance, you allow a breath to escape your mouth as you lean against Simon, rubbing your tired eyes. For months you have dreamt of this very moment, the moment the man who caused so much trouble is finally met with the punishment he deserves, and when his hand breaks the surface of the water again, you grin at the sight of the sea turning red, chunks of his clothing surfacing.

As savage as sharks are the sirens.

'It's done,' you mumble, turning away from the scene.

Simon looks down at you, 'you wanna go home?' he asks.

You nod your head, as the three of you begin to walk up the beach, your blood running cold as a familiar cackle catches your attention, though, you do not turn to address the woman. Instead, you catch Simon's hand in yours pushing further up the beach as Raithe calls out to the three of you.

'Lovely meeting ya, Simon! Hope to see you again some other time!'

His hold on your hand tightens just as it had done during the night before as you walk away from the sea with him by your side, never intending to let go of him ever again.

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It's as though you never left him, and every waking moment you spend with him is a blessing. How a human can be a home is a strange concept to you, though, its an oddity that you're fond of.

'Are you gonna eat your dinner or are you going to keep staring at me, sweetheart?' asks the man with a laugh.

Dropping your head, you look down at the plate of food you helped him prepare, your cheeks flushing with colour.

The wound left by your absence is but a wilting scab at this point, the skin beneath unmarked by the actions of your past for the pair of you have an understanding of you where your loyalties lie, and as you pick your head back up to look at him, you understand that your loyalties lie with one another.

'I don't know,' you mumble, 'difficult to take my eyes off of you.'

He grunts at your words, picking his fork up from the side of his plate. 'Your foods going to get cold,' he warns.

You pick your fork up, rolling your eyes, 'you're no fun.'

He lets out a short laugh, 'of course not, love. Got a job to stick to after all.'

'Not while you're with me you don't,' you say.

'Once a siren, always a siren,' he comments.

Setting your fork down, you grab a boiled potato off of your plate, throwing it at him. Unfortunately, he's aware of your plot and manages to duck of of the way before it hits him.

A small laugh escapes you as you're quick to push your chair out, raising to your feet as he does the same. A squeal escapes you are you rush out of the kitchen into the living room with him hot on your trail.

Sprinting up the steps to his bedroom, you shriek as he grabs you and pulls you against his chest. 'Let me gooooo,' you whine, writhing in his hold, 'it was an accident, it slipped out of my hand I was literally about to eat it!'

You land on the bed with a thud, continuing to laugh as he looms over you, his forehead pressed against yours as you look up at him with a bright smile on your face.

'You've got to believe me.'

'You picked it up and you threw it at me,' he answers back, 'I know y' clumsy, sweetheart, but fuck me, are you really that bad?' he asks, pressing his forehead against yours.

Bringing your hands up, you hold either side of his face, looking into his eyes with a sigh. 'I love you,' you say, abandoning the joke the pair of you were tangled in. His stoic expression shatters as he smiles down at you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

'I love you too,' he utters, before placing his lips back on yours.

In the safety of his arms and his home, you live in high spirits as you know, even when the four walls and the roof are not there to shelter you from a storm, the man with his lips against yours and a hand under your skirt will always be there for you whenever you need him.

Selfishly, you hope he's there forever and ever all for you and only you as you cherish every single part of him.

The regrets from your actions in the past remain on you in the form of the scar on your cheek, though, he sees you no different as he watches your naked body dripping with sweat in the confines of your bedroom, even when you're simply sitting in the library reading a book.

All the time his eyes are on you as though you're the only girl in the world and in return, he knows that you're eyes remain on him and only him.

'You're gonna be the death of me,' he breathes, as you shift, feeling his fingers pressed against your hole.

A smirk appears on your lips.

'Only if it's by your hand I die and no one else's.'

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'Simon.'

In the dead of night he wakes to the faint sound of a whisper.

It's something calling for him, a song which shakes the very vibrations of his home, and as he opens his eyes, he captures you sleeping soundly beside him, though, he doesn't care for you as he pushes himself up and out of bed.

His headaches and he wobbles as he climbs from out of his bed. It's as though his body is on autopilot, permitting whatever strange force is pushing him to proceed with his usual routine as he gets up from out of bed.

He walks as though he's a monster, devoid of all consciousness, his limps sluggish and flimsy as he pulls on his clothes for work. You don't move and inwardly, he's unsure why he's doing so; the moon is out, full and round as she peers through the open window, and he knows it's still going to be a while before he has to leave for work.

Still, the urge pushes him to get ready for the day, and he reaches for the skull mask settled against the table near the window of his bedroom, tying it around his head.

You remain sleeping in bed as he moves downstairs, determined to find the noise which causes his head to pound. It feels as though someone is pressing their fingers into his head all to see which part of the brain bleeds the most.

The answer is all of it, though the voice continues to pick away at his skull with such persistence he's rendered aggravated as he walks through the door.

His entire body is on fire as he treads the streets he was walked so many times, though his feet drag against the roads of the silent village, arms firmly pressed against his sides as he presses on with tired eyes and a dry mouth.

The voice changes its tune, no longer calling his name, istead, speaking words.

'Foolish mortal men.'

In a conscious state he would be questioning the words addressed to him in such a manner, he would be questioning why he walks with the intent of making it to the water, and he would be returning back to his home with an ache in his chest for ever thinking of leaving you alone.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he drags his feet with determination coursing through his veins.

To the ocean he must go; the voice is calling him and he cannot fight against the words bouncing off of the streets of the village.

'Sinking into the watery depths of the...'

It grows tired as he edges closer to the water, the crashing of the water flooding his ears, coaxing his burning mind with a brief cure. t's not enough, however, his mouth is dry and his tongue burns, eyes longing for the fiery thirst to subside.

His entire body feels as though it's on fire, and the sea stares back at him, water washing up the shore as the arms of a human would when offering a friend a hug.

Something else is staring too.

'Sirens den.'

The voice is oh so soft, almost a whisper as he makes it onto the beach. The village seems so puny in comparison to the greatness of the vast ocean and he wonders why he ever bothered living on land when the ocean i right her at his fingertips.

Shrugging his cloak from off of his shoulders, he releases himself from the burden of the confines of that stupid cloak, the balaclava from around his mouth falling to the ground after.

It all feels so freeing, to fall under the command of the great sea, to see the beauty in the very thing he has despised for so long. Such an outlook is a blessing, he finds.

It's necessary. It's constant.

He is nothing in comparison of the ocean and her greatness.

No one is anything but flesh and bone existing in one place at one time while she is there, her arms wrapped around the entirety of the planet.

How foolish he has been.

'For a woman in the sea,'

He thinks of you and all you have done for him, how you have freed him, though he finds you and your existence pale in existence of te water which invites him in with open arms.

At first, you were difficult to deal with, untrusting.

But she isn't, she guides him and she's leading him to safety- to the place he belongs. Such a blessing she presents him with and everything you have done for him is nothing as she cools his burning flesh.

It's better than any orgasm he has reached while in bed with you, so inviting that he proceeds to walk into the water deeper. Nothing is enough, her presence is too little. He needs more of her to settle the dull ache in his head and he wades through the water with the intent of finding such.

'is never just a friend.'

The tune stops.

Suddenly, the sea is no longer in his favour and he's turned away with a cold rush of water covering him.

A sharp gasp escapes him as he looks around him, the water up to his waist, waves crashing against his bulky frame as he looks around with stinging eyes. His blood runs cold as he turns his attention back to the village. Then his eyes fall back onto the water.

He knows better than to trust the situation, wasting no time to turn away from the distant abyss of the water, pushing himself through the water all to make it back to land.

To make it back to you.

The depth of the water is relieved, sinking from his waist to mid thigh.

A grunt escapes him as a surge of agony hits him with the fierce intent of keeping him from getting home and he lands with a splash into the water as razor sharp nails are pulled from out of his his thigh.

'Unfaithful scum,' utters a voice as hands from all angles poke from out the water, grabbing him as he attempts to fight his way from out of their hold.

They're merciless as the hold him and keep him to the water while his heart and mind long to be back in bed beside you. He fights and fights, though in his drowsy state he's far too out of it to do anything.

'She's better off without you, Simon.'

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ☾ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

You awake in bed alone, a banging at the door ruining your brain. However, you don't let it distract you as you spend a moment looking at the empty spot in the bed with a frown.

It's miserable to wake without him in the morning as you have grown fond of spending time with him, lying in bed, drawing patterns on his bare chest, listening to his many stories, or simply just basking in the heat of him.

The bed is cold without him and you shiver as you push yourself up, scoffing at the manic knocks against the door. It's persistent, nearly urgent. You pick up the pace, wrapping Simon's shirt around you as you rush down the stairs to the front door.

Grabbing the handle you pull it open, 'about fuckin' time, Si', you're—'

'What?' you blurt out, looking at Johnny and Gaz standing at the door, 'he's at the station, isn't he?'

The pair of them look at each other before looking at you.

'Nae, lass,' Johnny says, his mouth falling as he looks at you. 'We've been looking for him.'

Your blood runs cold.

He's probably with the Lord or something, it wouldn't be the first time he's be asked for a favour by him.

'Where have you checked?' you ask, quickly slipping on your sandals.

'We've been up and down all the streets to his usual spots, we've even checked the Lords house and he hasn't seen him either... this isn't like him,' Kyle explains, 'he's committed to his job, he wouldn't just not show up and—'

'Have you checked the beach?' you blurt.

Both of them shake their heads and with that, you're running out of the house, rushing to towards the beach.

A wave of panic washes over you, and as you rush down the main street of the village with teary eyes, you feel as though you're rushing to Serelia all over again, only, this time, Simon isn't behind you to comfort you.

People blurt out curses as you push yourself through the crowds, bounding towards the beach just as you did when you returned all those months ago.

Your chest burns by the time you make it to the steps, and as you run down, you stop at the sight of a black mound on the shore. Gulping thickly, you rush towards the pile of fabric, reaching down to retrieve it with a trembling hand.

It's his cloak.

Tearing your eyes away from it, you look down the rest of the beach, dropping the fabric as you follow a scattered trail of belongings. You pass by his balaclava which has been covered in sand.

The wind beats against you, pushing your hair back as you fight for your breath. There are pieces of him covering the beach, just as Serelia's scales covered the floor in the room of that dingy little cabin.

All hope is crushed as, right beside the water you spy a small chunk of bone sitting in the sand. You don't wait as you rush towards the water, spying the shape of his skull mask sitting right before the mercy of the water.

It's as though you're in a nightmare you cannot wake from.

You can't breathe.

As the realisation hits you and the skull mask sitting on the shore stares back at you, you fall to your knees, your wide as you look out at the murky sea, falling onto your stomach at your fingertips ghost the skull sitting against the shore.

A jagged breath escapes you as you pull your hand away, unable to catch your breath as you fall backwards onto you bottom, hands pressed against the sand. Rushed steps appear behind you, though you don't budge, nor do you flinch as a firm hand is placed on your shoulder.

Johnny appears in front of you, his mouths muffled as a tear slips from your twitching eye, staring out into the water all to see Raithe staring at you in the distance, a wicked from forming on her face as she pulls a skull mask from out of the water, holding it up by the silk string he used to tie it around his head with.

Your eyes fall back to the skull sitting on the surface, you breathing quickening at you turn your head to the side, heaving as a cold numbness floods your sense. Your tremble as you force out a sob, your throat tightening.

The skull meters away from you is not his mask.

It's him.

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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[cambion-companion]

can you do a pregnant!wife with aemond talking to her belly in valyrian (she doesn’t understand it, only some thing he has taught her) maybe to calm the baby ‘cause they’ve been kicking all day or something? you write so good btw!!! love to see you writting for aemond so soft ☺️🤍

Oh my gosh thank you guys so much!

I live for sweet father-to-be Aemond moments, especially after that last artwork I posted of him with his baby I'll never get over that.

And yes I paraphrased that line from Alys

Aemond x pregnant!reader | fluff | High Valyrian | peek into domestic life with dad Aemond

You smoothed your hands over your skirts, feeling the growing bump of your belly beneath your fingers. It was time to tell your husband.

"Aemond, are you in here?" Your feet had found their way by habit to the library, where Aemond often decompressed after a sword-training session.

"Is something the matter?" Aemond had already risen from his seat at one of the dusty tables, several scrolls of parchment spilling to the ground as he moved to take your hands in his own. "Why have you sought me out at such a late hour?"

You took a moment to bask selfishly in the light of his concerned violet eye, his prominent brow furrowing, those plush lips of his pressing downward as he scanned your features.

"I have something I wish to tell you." Hiding the way your lips twitched with a duck of your head, you sidestepped your husband and sat on a rickety wooden stool.

Aemond followed your movements with a turn of his head, the rest of his body remaining still. "What has happened? Your face looks pale. Is there someone who has wronged you, my wife? I will exact swift vengeance if need be."

You laughed softly, raising your hands out to him. "Nothing so drastic, my dragon." You hesitated a moment, waiting for Aemond to uproot himself from where he stood and take your hands again. "I am with child."

"Where?"

You tilted your head, a bemused huff escaping your parted lips. "Excuse me?"

"Where is the child?" Aemond looked searchingly around the darkened room.

You brought the palm of his hand to rest against your abdomen. "For a man of such intelligence you can be downright daft at times. It grows inside me, Aemond. I can feel its fires licking my womb."

Aemond's eye swiveled to your face where he held your gaze a long, breathless moment.

"You..." He seemed to be grasping for words that would not come as he sank slowly to his knees before you.

You nodded, tears pricking your vision, parting your knees, allowing Aemond to lean into you, pressing his ear against your swollen belly.

"Rūs zaldrīzes...īlvon." He murmured as you ran your fingers through his silken hair.

"Yes." You agreed, looking down at where he lay against your body. "Ours."

Aemond turned his head, kissing the fabric of your dress that draped over where your baby grew. "Ao issi nykeā zaldrīzes." He spoke reverently, his hands coming to cup your pregnancy bump. "Bōsa emagon īlon jeldan ao."

You listened to him speak in his mother tongue, enjoying yet not quite understanding. When Aemond looked up at you, his hands still placed reverently on your body, the look on his handsome face took your breath away.

"You will be a wonderful father, Aemond."

An unreadable expression flickered across his face. He rose to kiss your lips, pressing his chest flush against yours, feeling the curves of your body through his clothes.

The embrace quickly became heated, fingers tangled in hair as tongues and teeth nipped at delicate skin. You were glad the hour was late, and the library had long since been emptied of all other persons. Aemond had never been a patient man, and he would hear nothing of waiting to return to your bedchambers.

(Aemond Valyrian lines translated: "A hatchling. Ours." "You are a dragon. Long have we wanted you.")

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[brayneworms]

closest to heaven that i'll ever be.

featuring. angel devil x gn!reader.

synopsis: angel's first time with you.

word count. 2.1k

content. smut, MDNI I CHECK, loss of virginity, crying, consent checks, d/s tones, sub!angel + dom!reader, gender neutral reader, guided masturbation, pet names (little love), we fuckin with gloves on, aftercare (it's brief but it's there), lmk if i missed anything.

notes. this originally had kobeni and aki in too but angel's part got way longer, so i'll post them separately :3 reqs are open btw so go ahead and req anything, just check my rules first ty.

"This is stupid."

Angel stares at you balefully; beyond the light flush adorning his pale face, he looks distinctly unruffled, no change from his usual apathetic demeanour. He sits cross-legged on your bed, arms folded, shoulders stooped. You pause in drawing the blind, tilting your head.

"What is?"

He throws you an irritable look. "This. The—this whole set-up. Why pretend when we both know the truth?"

You pull the blinds to, cutting the view of your bedroom off from wandering eyes below. The room stays lit with rosy lamps and projected stars, filtering through Angel's auburn hair. "And what truth is that?"

Angel scowls. "I can't touch you. So. What's the point."

"There's more to sex than that," you say matter-of-factly, secretly delighting in the way it makes Angel's blush darken. He rolls his pretty eyes, hands twisting in his lap. What little sunlight that isn't trapped by the blinds illuminates off his hair like gilt.

"Even so," he mutters. "It won't feel the same. It won't be... good. For me, or for you."

"How can you possibly know that, little love?"

His brows knit at the nickname, and it is a little much, but it feels right in any case, and you like the way it ghosts off your tongue, like the way it makes Angel's eyes droop. Still, his reaction invokes an interest in you, and you perk your head up.

"Have you tried? Before?" you inquire, moving back over to the bed. You sit, crossing your legs, keeping a safe distance—but Angel retracts himself all the same, recoiling back away from you and tucking his hands out of sight. You suppose it must be instinct by now, after so many years living in a body undesigned for love.

"So what if I haven't," Angel mumbles. "Doesn't take a genius to figure it out."

"Humans have a saying—don't knock it 'till you try it."

"Humans are weird," Angel says flatly.

"Even me?"

"Especially you. This is tiring me out..."

You whap him on the shoulder. "Nono, stay awake! Okay, let me—okay. Just tell me, 'cause it's the only thing that matters... do you want to?"

Angel stiffens; behind him, his wings curl into each other protectively, the feathers ruffling as though offended. "W-what?"

"Like, just tell me." You fidget, slightly awkward. "I won't judge, obviously. You've heard more than enough embarrassing shit from me from the bottom of a bottle. So... have you? Thought about it?"

"About what?" Angel stares at you like you've grown a second head, but the flush on his face is darker than ever, wine-red and brilliant against the parchment print of his skin.

"Fucking me," you say bluntly, knowing there's zero point beating around the bush with Angel. He sputters, body tense like he's about to spring off the bed. "Or touching me. Or me touching you. Have you thought about it? Do you want it?"

"I—I..." Angel's mouth works soundlessly for a few moments, eyes wide and more awake than you've ever seen him. Then, unexpectedly, his whole form droops; you feel cold water wash over you, followed immediately by panic. "What's it matter? Like I said earlier, I can't... you can't... just stop making me think about it."

"Humans," you say quietly, "are more resilient than you give 'em credit for. 'Specially me. Cleverer, too, I think, 'cause back in whatever century some genius fucker came up with an invention that changed the world forever. Wanna know what it was?"

Angel stares at you, bewildered. "Uh..."

From the waistband of your sweats, you draw out a pair of gloves. They're on the thinner side, just shy of sheer, black. Expensive, woven from fine cotton. More than you'd ever spend on yourself. But for Angel, you can indulge, you suppose.

"Gloves," Angel deadpans.

"Gloves!" you repeat cheerily. "'Cause, yeah, maybe I can't touch you with my hands. But I... thought... I could touch you with yours."

Angel blinks rapidly. "I—I don't understand."

"Can I show you?" you ask quietly, and he makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, small and needy. After a few tense moments, he lifts a shoulder in a would-be careless shrug.

"Do as you please," he mutters. "Humans are so stubborn..."

You giggle and sit back, spine pressed against the headboard, and cock your legs out so they're straight before parting them. Angel looks quickly away, face aflame, but you pat the space between your thighs encouragingly. "Sit here? If that's okay. It'll make it more comfy."

Angel regards you warily. "You're eager to die, huh?"

Behind the petulance is worry, the sort he's never been good at dressing up, the sort he loathes that he has in the first place. You tilt your head, gaze soft, you hope.

"Nothing's going to happen. I"m all covered up, see?" You wave your arms quickly down your body, clothes from throat to toe. "Just have your head against my chest and it'll be fine."

Angel chews at his lip for a moment, torn between, you think, spurning you for your idiocy and accepting human touch for the first time in God-knows-when. Eventually, you suppose, his selfish side wins out; he turns around stiffly and lowers himself to lay against you. His hair splays out against the comfy spun cotton of your hoodie, and you wonder if he can hear your heartbeat. You can feel the tension in his shoulders through your clothes and skin.

"There you go." Your voice slides into an unintentional low murmur, and Angel shivers against you, wings beating at your ankles. "You comfy?"

He nods, barely perceptible. Not seeing his face clearly is a little frustrating.

"Can you tell me?" you say, gentler than usual. "Just, you know. So I'm sure."

Angel huffs. "If I wasn't, I'd put my hand under your shirt and kill you. Even though that would mean a lot of paperwork, I'd do it."

"Okay, okay. So, um—can I? Touch you?"

Angel squirms. "I—I guess. If you're going to, then fine."

"No, little love. Tell me." You lower your head, putting your lips as close to his ear as you dare; it's still enough for your hot breath to stroke over the sensitive skin there, judging by the shiver that racks through Angel's body as you murmur. "I mean really tell me. Tell me where you want to touch yourself, where you want me to touch you."

"I—hn." His voice is starting to get a little strangled the further out of his comfort zone you prod him. "Why do you have to say such stupid things?"

"'Cause I like you," you admit, a little stiltedly. "I wanna... make you feel good. So. If you want to stop, we can stop."

"I—I didn't say that," Angel mutters. "I... you're close."

"I am." A pause. "Is that okay?"

He fidgets. "Yeah, I guess. It's fine." He pauses, then sighs. "I mean, it's nice. If that's what you wanna hear."

"Only if it's the truth," you say.

"It is, okay?" Angel sighs. "Okay. I... want... I want you to... touch me."

"Okay," you say, a touch too eagerly. "Okay, little love, can do. Where?"

"I—God." Angel buries his face in his hands; you can see the backs of his ears poking through the waterfall of tawny hair, singing scarlet. "Anywhere. Everywhere. I—hn."

You can feel your heartbeat in your throat, palms clammy through the gloves. You lift one hand up and cup his face, feeling the thin line of his jaw, the warmth of his blanket of hair. Angel tilts into the touch unthinkingly, and you swear stars explode over your eyes.

When your other hand comes to rest at his hipbone, just over the jut of his waistband, Angel jolts.

"Here?" you ask, and he nods. You slide your hand over his stomach; his warmth is dulled by the fabric of the glove, but it's closer than you've ever gotten. You can feel everything that matters; the contraction of his muscles as he breathes in and out, the inclination his body has towards your touch, the xylophone of his ribcage singing with each quick breath he takes.

Your hand travels up, slowly, marking a railroad up the pale skin, smoothing over his sternum, ghosting over a nipple. At the contact, Angel gasps, back tensing against your chest as he arches into the touch. You feel him pebble through the cotton, and he squirms, twists his face to hide in your shoulder.

"There?" you whisper, and he gasps out,

"Yes. I—yes. More, there, more—"

He's so sensitive. You suppose it comes from a lifetime of never being touched. You can't imagine how lonely it is. You would've gone insane a long time ago. Your fingers circle over his nipple and then the other, 'till he keens, brows knitted together, mouth open in a small 'o', 'till the fabric of his trousers becomes noticeably strained.

"How about here?" you ask, fingers ghosting at his belt.

"You can't," Angel grits out. "It won't—with the glove, it'll h-hurt."

"I know, I know," you coax soothingly. "It's okay. You wanna touch yourself? I'll watch. It's okay."

Too far gone, you think, to argue like he usually might, Angel gets his hands out from fisting the bedsheets and shakily paws at his belt. There's the pop of a button and the sigh of a zipper, a 'V' of pale skin shrouded with wisps of auburn hair before he's pulling the fabric clumsily down to his ankles, boxers and all. You feel your breath stick in your throat like glass at the sight of him.

His whole body is trembling as he takes himself in his hand; the first experimental stroke has a shuddering breath tumbling out of him, the next a pitchy moan, so ethereal that it makes your skin raise in goosebumps. Angel collapses back into your chest, sweat sticking his hair at the temples, spine squirming against his rutting hand. His long legs twitch against yours, one tangling around like a snake, hooking your ankles together like holding hands.

It's so achingly sweet you could cry. When your hand wraps around his, forcefully slowing his pace, he whimpers out a broken-sounding noise, and your heart flutters.

He's so perfect. So gorgeous. It's a crime you can't touch him for real.

But for now—this will do. This will more than do.

Angel turns big eyes towards you, round as pennies, brighter than ever with fervour and the beginnings of tears dampening his long lashes.

"Is this okay?" you ask, and Angel nods like his life depends on it.

"Yeah," he gasps. "Yes. Want you to—h-hah..."

"What?" you ask, picking up the pace again. Angel writhes, free hand flying up to grip at the fabric of your sweatpants. "Want me to what, little love?"

Your thumb swipes hard over his tip, and Angel makes a high noise like a piano with its strings cut. "O-oh, oh, please, please I'm so close, I'm so—I can't, I feel so—hah!"

"It's alright," you assure him, heart thudding. The whole display has heat surging in your lower abdomen, but you can't think about that, it's about him, your Angel, it's only about him and tears break over his lashline and trickle down his cheeks as he gets closer to his peak, breathing becoming strained and ragged, and he's hot against you, filling you with a burning heat.

"I can't," Angel says wetly. "Hn, hnn, help me? Please, just—do something, I can't—"

Wordlessly, you push your free hand under his shirt again, circle his nipple before taking it between your fingers and tweaking, and Angel's whole body locks up; his back curves, wings twitching almost independently of the rest of his body, legs kicking at the mattress, and he sobs out as he comes, a pitchy wheezing broken sound that's going to live under your bones for the rest of your life.

He collapses back against you, totally spent. You do him the quiet mercy of tucking him away and pulling his slacks back up, buttoning them about his waist as he makes a face of discomfort. You run a tissue over his hands and stomach, mopping up his spend quickly before nudging a bottle of water against his lips. They're full and rosy as they lazily take the nozzle in, sucking absently like a drunkard going back for another swig.

"Was that okay?" you mutter, and Angel scoffs tiredly.

"Mmmn." He turns on his side, digging his face into your stomach. "It was... nice. I'm too tired to return the favour, though."

Fondness beats through you like a heartbeat, slow and syrupy. "It's okay. There's always next time."

Angel's wings flutter in tandem with his eyelids. "Mm," he agrees with a low hum of exhaustion. "Next time."

He's dead to the world within the next few minutes, breathing against your abdomen; as he sleeps, or dreams, or whatever it is devils do, his wings cocoon the both of you, like he's trying to keep you safe even in sleep.

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[espinosaurusrexex]

Heyy could you maybe do the verbal fight with bucky from the bingo thing if it isn’t finished yet? love what you write btw <3

Thank you! Also to everyone that helped with their amazing ideas. I couldn’t decide which one to write... I will definitely take another prompt from this post (you can view it as a WIP list lmao)

I had to go with the most detailed one this time because my head is literally blank. Thank you @winterarmyy 💕

Verbal Fight (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

BuckyBarnes x Reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: fluff, misunderstandings, and Bucky’s sad internal monologue

Bucky’s eyes jolted open when Natasha and you laughed on the sofa next to him. He had been up for 36 hours now. But he wanted to spend time with his girl after the mission - a mission which left him with little to no sleep on top of physical exhaustion. 

His arm was resting on the couch behind you, fingers grazing your shoulder ever so slightly. It was enough to send him into a drowsy state. But as much as whatever he was doing right now neared sleep more than anything had done in the past day, he needed to go to bed. Preferably with you, cuddled up under the warm blanket, the smell of your hair in his nose and your soft body pressed into his. Bucky felt all warm just thinking about it and it plastered a small smile on his face.

“I think I'm going to hit the hay,” he said as he stood from the sofa, and waited once he had done so. 

“Ok,” you answered before your eyes wandered to him, an asking eyebrow urging him to talk again. “Anything else?”

His eyebrows raised before his hand reached out to you, a silent plea from him to just take it and follow him. You didn’t always go to bed together, but he liked to believe that you enjoyed it just as much whenever you got the chance to. “Aren’t you gonna join me?”

Your features softened once his request had passed, but you shook your head slightly. “You go ahead, I’ll be right behind ya.” And then you were back to giggling with Natasha. 

Bucky’s smile fell. He just wanted his girl in his arms and finally some sleep. Was that so too much to ask? But he didn’t want to sound desperate either. 

“Geez, clingy much Barnes?” Nat laughed before you agreed with a giggly “I know, right?” And then started whispering something with her. 

Bucky’s shoulders slumped, his heart seemingly doing the same. He just liked being with you. Especially after a mission or when he didn’t get to talk to you much. Was that clingy? Bucky thought it was normal to miss the people he cared about. You always told him you missed him when either of you was away. But apparently, he was a little too much. You had spent the entire evening together after all. 

A hoarse ‘okay’ drowned in the giggles in front of him before Bucky turned and headed to his room. How could he not have noticed that he trapped you with his presence? How long had you felt that way? All the questions were eating Bucky up inside. He couldn’t not bother, but he was hoping that his exhaustion would take care of it for now - let him sleep and forget about his racing mind. 

-❁-

Unfortunately, Bucky’s wishes remained unheard. He wasn’t sleeping. It had been 43 minutes since he tried. He knew, because every time he opened his eyes in hopes of having dreamt his newest dilemma, the watch hand of the clock on his nightstand had barely moved.

He was constantly bothered by the ways he could change his behavior. The last thing he wanted was to annoy you. But it was hard. He enjoyed your presence so much. It was new for him to feel this attached to a person, and because it felt so nice for a change, he pursued it in all the ways he could. 

It was about time it came to bite him in the ass now. Because in his experience, good things never lasted long, not for Bucky anyway. Hell, he was surprised the last four months of your relationship had gone so well. He was bound to mess up - it was in his nature...

The door to his room opened, but Bucky stayed in his position on the bed. His back turned to you, and his face pressed into the pillow frustratedly, we waited for you to just get ready and sleep. He told himself it was so he could be alone with his thoughts again, when really, he just didn’t know what to do - he needed to give you space.

Though Bucky should have known, you weren’t one to ignore an issue - and you always knew when there was one. 

The bed dipped but he didn’t move. Your hand reached out to him but he didn’t move. You attempted to turn him to you and he shook your hand off. 

“What’s wrong, Buck?” No response. It would only make it worse. 

“Come on, talk to me.” You touched his arm again and Bucky finally sat up and turned to you, eyebrows scrunched, breaths heavy. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” There was no way to navigate this. Even if Bucky were able to steer this conversation toward the revelatory outcome he wanted, he had no clue how to do it. It was better to just get space - give you space. 

But you wouldn’t budge. You scooched closer to him on the bed, halting when Bucky flinched back. When he caught your eyes then, he found hurt and confusion turning your features. It made his chest sting, his hand clammy.

“You were fine just then. What happened?” Another attempt to reach out to him but he reacted the same. You averted your eyes, picking on the covers. “You know you can tell me anything right? I’m here if you need me-“

“Well, I don’t need you.” The words tasted bitter on his tongue. But how else could he tell you that he was anything but clingy? 

“You don’t mean that.”

“How would you know what I mean?!” He snapped, his effort to stay calm breaking like a dried stick between his fingers. “I feel like I don’t even know you! You don’t even want to spend time with me.”

But he didn’t miss the fire light up in your eyes at his last words and it sent a shiver through him. “Well, it’s hard when you pull yourself out of every social interaction to ever exist!” You moved away from him and he felt a pull at his heart. 

“Maybe I wouldn’t do it if you would actually pay attention to me for once!” Bucky didn’t know where that came from. There was frustration and confusion, and hurt all mixing in his brain, making it hard to distinguish intrusive from rational thoughts.

“Oh, so this is my fault?” You huffed.

“Or maybe I’m just fucking broken. Is that what you’re trying to say?! In this case, I don’t even know why you keep up with me.”

“Buck-”

“If I’m so broken why don’t you just get back to having fun with everyone else on the team and just leave me be? That’s what you do best, right? Be social! Show me how it’s done because I can’t do it. Ever!” Bucky caught a tear falling from your cheek. No. Nonono. This had not been his intention. Shit.

The room fell silent and Bucky took a deep breath. He was just angry at himself. Angry that he was incapable of connecting with people. Angry that he upset you by being clingy once he found the one person he could attach himself to.

“Alright stop it!” Another tear spilled from your eyes but something inside him was still not finished.

“Why? Is it making you uncomfortable to hear the truth?” He hadn’t intended to say it, but his mouth just opened and did. Stupid fucking mouth.

“Bucky!” He flinched once you raised your voice. You had never done it at him. Neither of you had ever fought with each other in fact. “Where the hell is this coming from?” Now your tone was softer and Bucky could feel his heart pumping blood through his body again. Yeah... where the hell was this coming from?

Bucky fumbled with the blanket. He didn’t even notice he was crying until a fat hot tear landed on the covers. He felt you shuffle closer again, relieved that he hadn’t scared you off entirely.

“Do you really think you’re broken?” You spoke so carefully, as if he were to break at any second. And honestly, that might have happened.

“It feels that way too often for it not to be true..,” he whispered ashamed. 

“Baby,” You reached out again and this time, he allowed it, needing your touch more than ever before. You pulled him into your chest, your arms encasing him as he slumped against your frame - finally exhaling, relaxing, and falling into your embrace. “Everyone feels like this from time to time. You don’t have to always be happy and confident to be normal or okay.”

Your soothing voice traveled through his exhausted haze, tears still falling from his eyes. "But it feels like I get stuck in my sorrow.”

“That is normal. I have those days, too. Nat has them, Steve does too.”

Bucky moved to look up at you, a silent request for confirmation in his stare, but this time, he felt, you understood. You probably always had.

“It’s true, babe.” Your body rocked softly and it soothed Bucky further into your soft chest. He felt the tension draining from his body, the sleeplessness replacing it in every inch of him.

“Please, talk to me when you feel like this again. I can help you. I want to help you.”

“Thank you.” He smiled weakly. How could he have ever thought you would neglect him? It was stupid, just as stupid as that attempt of his to give you more space.

“Not for this, Bucky.” You kissed his forehead, ultimately lulling Bucky into his well-deserved sleep - with a calm mind, and the promise to never let his insecurities get the better of him again. 

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A Misunderstanding IV

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider woman

->Pt. I Pt. V

Summary: Spending the day with Miguel yesterday brought the two of you back to how it use to be six years ago.

I love this photo of casual dad Miguel! I couldn’t find the artist.🥲If you know who is the artist please lmk!!!

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There will be an 18+ scene at the beginning and another one towards the middle end. Skip passed it if you feel uncomfortable.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Hope you enjoy!💕

Wc: 5.1k

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Miguel gazed down at your sleeping form, snuggling against his shoulder on the couch. He brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead softly. Careful not to wake you up, he gently lifted you into his arms as he carried you to the bedroom.

He gently set you down on the bed, moving the sheets over your body before returning to the living room and picking up his sleeping son. As he tucks his son into his race car bed, he gently brushes some of his hair back. Strangers would say his son was the spitting image of him. But as he gazes at Mateo’s sleeping form, he sees more of you in his face. As he noticed, the past few days he’s been here, the way Mateo scrunches up his nose when he doesn’t like something, just like his mother. Or when he hears you mumble in your sleep. A small smile twitches when he hears Mateo do the same thing.

Quietly shutting Mateo’s door, he made his way to your bedroom. He removed his shirt and sweatpants and draped them over the chair as he pulled the covers back and got into bed. Miguel gazed towards you as he felt you shift towards him in your sleep. He wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you close to his chest. As he kissed your cheek, he got a whiff of your shampoo. You smelled like a breath of fresh spring air. Of course, with a small hint of cherry blossom. The day’s events, plus your soothing scent, forced his eyes to close as he drifted to sleep.

The bright light of the sun awoke the tired spider from his peaceful slumber. He had forgotten where he was for a brief second until he looked at your sleeping form. You had turned to face him as you breathed softly against his chest. His heart swelled at the sight. It wasn’t a dream. You were really sleeping beside him.

He mentally groaned when he knew he needed to check his watch and ensure nothing important came up at HQ. Gently leaving the bed, he quickly grabbed his watch from the kitchen before returning.

After all this time staring at screens, he needed to wear glasses to help lessen the strain on his eyes.

It was only a few minutes of looking at work before he heard a moan escape from your lips. Seconds later, another one came out, followed by his name. A smirk appeared as he gazed at you, squirmy slightly under the covers. He shifted slightly as he felt himself getting hard. Glancing again, he noticed you wake up as he forced his direction back toward his work.

“Buenos días cariño.”

“Good morning.” He could tell you were uncomfortable as you shifted your thighs together, making the sheets around you move. He leaned down and caressed your cheek.

“Did you have a nice dream?”

Your eyes widen, cheeks turning a shade of pink. “I-I um.”

“It’s alright, Hermosa. Do you need me to help with anything?” Miguel gently caressed your thigh as he slowly moved it toward your inner thigh and up towards-

“N-no, I’m good. I’m going to take a sh-shower.” You move the covers off and walk towards your bedroom bathroom. Closing the door, you turned on the shower and took off your PJs and underwear. You bite your lips contemplating whether or not you should follow the agonizing heat building up between your legs. A groan escapes your lips as you open the door halfway. You step into the tub and let the waterfall on your face.

A hand wrapped around your stomach, bringing you against the strong-built body standing under the water with you. Miguel brushed some of your hair from your shoulder as he placed soft kisses from your jawline down to your shoulder. You felt his other hand begin to graze down between your thighs. His fingers brushed your clit as his other hand massaged your breast. Your head fell back against him as you felt him insert two fingers into your soaking folds.

“I’ve missed touching you.” He whispered in your ear as he began a steady thrust. His large rough fingers feeling your inner walls.

“I’ve missed you too.” You moaned out as he tweaked your hard nipples with his free hand.

“What did you dream about, mi amor?” He quickened his pace with his fingers as you felt his hard cock against you.

“Your fingers were inside me.” You managed to get out as you felt his fingers curl inside you.

“What else did I do to you?”

Words were hard to put together at the constant curling of his thick fingers inside you as you began to feel that joyous tightening in your stomach. You gently move your hips to thrust onto his fingers, desperate to be filled more.

“Needy, aren’t you. Did I fuck you with only my fingers in your dream?”

“N-no.”

“Then what else? Tell me, cariño. Or-“A groan of frustration left you as he removed his fingers from you.

“Miguel!” Miguel turned you around as he gently slapped your ass, indicating you to jump into his arms. He grabbed you by the thighs and lifted you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your lips smashed against each other as you ran your hands through his hair. Miguel’s tongue explored your mouth as the tip of cock grazed the entrance of your wet folds.

“I won’t continue unless you say.” A grin was placed on his lips which made your eyes roll in frustration.

“You were going to fuck me. But I woke up before anything else happened.” You placed your lips on his. You missed this. So much. How much you missed his touch, lips, and his scent of woody musk with a hint of lavender.

“Well, let’s continue where we left off.” Miguel positioned himself with your entrance as he began to enter you. A moan escapes you as you stretch to accommodate his large size.

“Fuck your tight.” Miguel fully thrust himself inside you as you groaned in pleasure and pain. You never would have thought it would hurt again. But it had been a long time since you had sex, and damn did you miss having it. The tightness made Miguel impatient as he began slamming himself into you.

Feeling his ridges roughly slide against your walls quickly, you melt into his arms. Your nails dig into his back to compensate for the constant pounding into your pussy. Miguel smashes his lips on yours, hungry to taste you. His fangs accidentally nick your lower lip. You wipe the drop of blood from your lips with your tongue as Miguel’s lustful gaze watches. He moves his lips to your neck, leaving marks across your skin.

“Cum for me, amor.” The knot in your stomach releases as your eyes roll behind your head, as you clench tighter around him, which makes Miguel growl in your ear. He continued his abuse of your swollen pussy as you began to feel overstimulated. A loud moan escapes your throat as you feel him spill inside you. He continued to thrust into you, coming down from his high before he pulled out.

After both catching your breaths, Miguel sets you down. Your legs collapse, almost making you fall, but Miguel catches you in his arms as he steady you by holding your waist.

“Guess I went a bit too rough.” He chuckled while you smiled up at him. You brushed some of his hair that covered his face before you cupped his cheek. Miguel leaned into your touch as he gazed down at you lovingly.

“I love you, y/n. I missed you all these years. Now that I have you back. I can’t lose you again.” His heartfelt words made butterflies build in your stomach. Your heartbeat was loud against your chest, telling you exactly how you felt.

“I love you too, Miguel. I never stopped loving you.”

Miguel pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss before parting. Your noses gently graze against each other before you kiss one last time.

“I guess we should actually shower before Mateo wakes up.” A smile graces his lip, the dimples on his cheeks showing. You mimic his smile before you both decide to finally wash your hair and bodies.

After having another quick session where Miguel bent you over and took you from behind, you get out of the shower. You wrap a towel around your body before passing one to Miguel, which he thanks you for.

You went to the sink, grabbed a brand-new toothbrush from the cabinet, and handed it to Miguel.

“A toothbrush? Can I get a drawer too?” He chuckled as you rolled your eyes, followed by a smile.

“You want closet space too?” You smile before you begin brushing your teeth. Miguel placed his hands on both sides of your waist as he brushed his lips against your ear. “I would love that.” He said before he began to brush his teeth.

The two of you finally leave the bathroom and get dressed. Knowing he would be spending time here for at least a week, he brought clothes so he wouldn’t have to go back and forth between universes.

Miguel was about to head to the kitchen to cook breakfast, but you rushed past him, earning a chuckle from him. You block him from entering the kitchen. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at you, brows raised with a smile.

“lo que sucede mi amor?”

“I’m cooking this morning.” You turn around and grab things from the fridge. Miguel grabs the egg in your hand.

“No, no, no. I’ll cook.” He gently bumps you with his hip to move you away from the stove. You turn to him and pout as you quickly grab the spatula before he can grab it.

“Please let me cook. Just this once.” You purse your lips and bat your eyelashes for dramatic effect. Not being able to say no to you, he passes you the egg.

“Alright. But just this once. I’ll go wake up Mateo.” You give Miguel a quick kiss as a thank you before he goes to wake up your son as you begin to make omelets.

Miguel walked back into the kitchen carrying Mateo in his arms before setting him down on the stool. You place a plate of scrambled eggs in front of your son.

“Thanks, mama.” Mateo picked up his fork as he began to devour his eggs.

“Don’t eat too fast, papito. You might get the hiccups.” Miguel said as he pours coffee for the two of you. You watched as Mateo smiled at his father before eating his eggs again, slowly this time.

You hand Miguel a plate before returning to the pan to plate your own.

“It’s delicious, Hermosa. Thank you.”

“Of course!” You smile before diving into your own omelet.

After everyone finished breakfast, you got Mateo changed into his soccer clothes. You grab the warmed-up empanadas as the three of you approach the soccer fields.

When you arrived at the fields, Mateo ran towards the other kids kicking around small soccer balls. You and Miguel walk towards the group of parents mingling with each other. You place the large container of empanadas on the wooden picnic table.

“Hi, Y/n. Thanks again for making snacks last minute.” Said Emily, who walked up to you with her posse of moms desperate to be in the ‘miss popular’ group again.

“No problem.”

“Oh, these look delicious. What is it?” Said one of the moms.

“They’re empanadas. Y/n made them.” Miguel said, knowing one of them would ask such an obnoxious question.

“Some have meat, the other half only have cheese. And I bought oranges for kids who can’t eat the empanadas.” You added.

“Oh, this is Rachel. She’s a single mom just like you, Y/n. And she’s back in the dating pool.” Emily ignored your last words. You didn’t care as you noticed her last sentence was directed toward Miguel. The audacity of this woman.

“Hi.” Said Rachel as she gently waved at him in front of you. As you were about to say something, you felt Miguel wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side.

“Actually, Y/n isn’t a single mother anymore. We’re together. But I wish the best for you, Rachel.” Miguel gently grabbed your chin and kissed you on the lips. Your lips part, forgetting the three upset and shocked women before you.

“Oh, well then, congratulations.” Said Emily with her usual fake smile. Another parent walked up, which gave the three an excuse to leave.

“It’s nice to see the witch and her mindless zombies finally be put in her place.” A woman walks up to you as she gestures her hand out to shake yours. “I’m Georgia. Simon’s mom.” The woman added.

“Y/n. This is Miguel. We’re Mateo’s parents. She needed to know she was not a queen bee. We’re parents to kindergartners, for goodness sake.” You both laugh.

“Nice to meet you both. The woman coaching the kids. That’s my wife, Lauren.” Georgia waved to the woman on the field surrounded by energetic five-year-olds who waved back before returning to coaching.

“She’s great at coaching the kids. It’s nice to see they’re learning to play instead of just running around.” You say as you watch Mateo learn to pass the ball to another kid.

“Lauren loves to coach. Have more kids fall in love with soccer like she did. She used to play on the women’s Nueva York team. Oh, she’s calling me over. It was nice meeting you both.” Georgia waved goodbye before jogging over to her wife.

“She seems sweet. It’s nice to meet other moms who aren’t trying to be wannabe plastics.” You smile as you glance at the three wannabe plastic moms huddled together gossiping.

“I can’t stand women like that group. They’re so fake. And the most self-centered. I’ve had a few first dates like that way back. Let’s just say it was only one date. The woman talked my ears off.” Miguel put his fingers on the bridge of his nose as if he had an oncoming headache from the horrible memory, which made you chuckle.

“I hope I don’t do that.” You tease, which makes Miguel wrap his arms around your waist as he kisses your lips lightly before he lightly pinches your cheek as he smiles down at you.

“You could talk for hours, and I would listen to every word from your lips.”

“You’re such a romantic Miggy.” You raise to your toes and place a quick kiss on his lips.

You grabbed the container from the table when it was empty, and the kids devoured them after their practice was over. Despite running around for an hour, Mateo was just as energetic as before, so you and Miguel decided to go to the park near your apartment to let him burn off the rest of his energy before he went to spend the night at your sister’s for a sleepover with his cousins.

You watch Mateo run towards the playground when you arrive at the park. You and Miguel sit on a bench, watching your son jump and swing on the play equipment. You rest your head against Miguel’s shoulder, closing your eyes to let them rest. You smiled at hearing Mateo’s laughter as he played with the other kids.

You didn’t realize how long your eyes were closed as Miguel pushed some of your hair behind your ear and kissed the top of your head.

“Are you tired, cariño? Too much excitement this morning?” Miguel chuckled as he saw your cheeks turn red.

“No, I’m alright. Just enjoying the moment.”

“Do you still want to have a date night?”

“Of course I do!” You leave the comfort of his shoulder as you turn to look at him. A pout on your face at the mention of canceling.

“I’m only checking. I don’t want you to feel forced into going on a date with me.” You lightly hit Miguel’s shoulder at his comment.

“Miguel, I want to go on this date. I want to be with you. I love you. I’ve only been hesitant the past few days because I wasn’t 100% sure if you still loved me. But I know now that you never stopped loving me, just like I never stopped loving you. It’s been six years since we last saw each other. We need to get familiar with each other again.”

“How about we don’t do anything fancy tonight. Maybe something more comfortable. Less awkward first date vibes.” His suggestion made you smile as you kissed his cheek.

“I would like that a lot, actually.”

“How about a swing through the city and then a trip to our favorite empanada shop,” Miguel suggested.

“Sounds perfect.”

“Momma, papa, when is Tia Nora coming to pick me up?” Mateo walked back to you and Miguel. Miguel picked him up and sat him on his lap as Mateo rested in his father’s arms.

“In about an hour.” You say as you brush some of Mateo’s hair out of his face, who begins to pout.

“Aww, that’s so long from now.” He crossed his arms. He was so adorable when he tried to act mad.

“Well, by the time we return home and pack your things it will be time for her to pick you up. Plus, your Tia Nora is always 15 minutes early.” You stand up from the bench, which Mateo follows as you hold his hand towards you. Miguel gets up as the three of you walk back home.

As you told Mateo, by the time you arrived home, which took 10 minutes, and packed his things. Which took longer as he wanted to show his cousins a few new toys he got. Thankfully you were able to bargain with him, only bringing one toy. He decided to take the toy you bought him a week ago. It was an action figure of his favorite hero. Spiderwoman. Your heart grew tenfold that you were your son’s favorite hero. Maybe one day, he could meet his idol when he was older.

You heard the door knock, but before you could reach it, Miguel opened the door. With all the excitement about Miguel coming back in to your life, you had forgotten to mention his return to your family.

“Hey, Nora.” You purse your lips into an awkward smile as you watch your older sister step inside, unpleased.

“I didn’t expect to see your ex open the door when I knocked. I would have thought my dear sister would have told me.”

“A lot has happened the past few days-“

“Days?! How long has he been here?”

“Three.”

“Three?! I thought we were closer than that.” A frown appeared on your sister’s face. She always was the more dramatic sister.

“We are Nora. I just wanted to work things out before I threw our entire family at him with questions. He’s only met our family a few times. And that was six years ago.”

“It’s nice to see you again, Nora.” Miguel scratched a non-existent itch on the back of his neck.

“You broke my sister’s heart.”

“Nora.” You warned her.

“But it’s true, Y/n. Yes, I know you broke up with him. But the months leading up to it were torture for you. I don’t want you getting hurt again.” Nora tried to console you by putting her hand on your arm. But you took her hand and gently squeezed it.

“Nora, Miguel, and I talked already. We both made mistakes. We want to fix things. Not just our relationship but also allow Mateo to grow up in a loving home with both parents.”

“Ok, but I-“

“Nora, I love your sister with every fiber of my being. It still breaks my heart that I hurt her and wasn’t there for her to raise Mateo for the past six years. I promise that I’ll never hurt her again.” Miguel caught your sister off, knowing it affected you as he brought you to his side. A sigh came from your sister’s mouth before a small smile appeared.

“Alright. I’ll let it go. But I swear, O’Hara. If she comes to me in tears, you’ll feel my wrath.” Nora narrows her eyes towards Miguel, which makes you roll yours. To heal the awkward situation, Mateo exited his room with his packed bag and ran to his aunt.

“Tia Nora!”

“Hey there, my little firecracker! I’m so excited to spend the day with you. Chloe and Marc can’t wait to see you.”

After saying goodbye to your son and sister, you sigh in relief. You loved your older sister to bits. But she could be a handful sometimes.

“I’m sorry about my sister.”

“There’s no need for an apology. I understand where she’s coming from. She’s only trying to protect you.” Miguel took your hands and gave them a light squeeze before kissing the top of your hand. “I should be the one apologizing to.” You place a finger on his lips to stop talking, which earned a slightly surprised look from Miguel.

“There’s no need for an apology. How about we go on this date you planned for us?” You placed your hands on both sides of his face as you got on your toes and kissed him to reassure him of your words.

Miguel smiled before the two of you got your suits on. You both head to your bedroom window as Miguel opens it for the two of you as you step out into the fire escape.

“I’ll race you across Manhattan.” You shoot your web to the building across the street when the words leave your mouth. As you continue your movements through the neighborhood, a smile appears underneath your mask as you hear Miguel fast approaching you.

At first it took Miguel by surprise when you quickly swung away from him. But he knew you were one to mess around. He has never been someone who likes to partake in silly antics. But ever since you came into his life, he didn’t mind partaking in them. As long as it was with you.

You look behind to see Miguel, but we’re surprised to not find him anywhere. Your attention turned in front of you again when you heard a heartfelt laugh.

“Can’t keep up mi querida?” Miguel teases as he begins to swing far ahead of you. A laugh emits from you as you try to catch up to him. You were almost at the finish line and knew you wouldn’t let Miguel win.

Going as fast as you could, you swing past him. You landed on top of the building marked as the finish line. A smile began to creep on your face as you didn’t see him yet. But as soon as you reached the top, your smile disappeared as you saw a familiar red and blue suit standing there, smirking at you with his mask off.

“Took you long enough.” Miguel chuckled as he watched you march up to him.

“How did you get here before me?”

“I was just faster, cariño. Can the victor get a kiss from the lovely woman before him?” Miguel wrapped his arm around you to bring you against him as he removed your mask. His lips pressed against yours as you melted against him. The kiss began to get heated as Miguel patted the back of your things to jump as you wiped your legs around his waist. He backed you up against a wall. A groan left your lips as you felt his clothed erection against you.

“It’s been so hard to keep my hands off you today. I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day.” Miguel removed your suit as he kissed your neck to your breasts.

“We had sex this morning Miguel.”

“Only twice, though. I haven’t touched you in six years. Being able to touch you again, I can’t control myself, mi amor.” He lifted you so that your legs rested on his shoulders as he removed your panties.

“Open wider.” He nips your thighs with his fangs which makes you moan as he licks up your pussy before sucking on your clit, which sends you into a daze. Your hands go into his hair as Miguel’s tongue enters you and begins eating you out.

“Miguel.” You moaned out his name, which made him go crazy as he grabbed you by the thighs, his claws slightly digging into you as he brought you closer to his mouth to try and tongue fuck you deeper.

The continuous thrusting of his tongue into you and the flick of your clit made the knot form in your lower abdomen.

“Cum on my face so I can taste you.” Miguel turned his attention to your clit, which made you reach your climax as you released your juices on his face. Miguel was pussy drunk as he drank every last drop of you. “I could eat you for hours, mi amor,” Miguel added as he removed your legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist again.

Miguel’s suit dissolved, revealing his god-like figure. The heat in your core revived when the tip poked against your entrance. You felt his lips leave marks against your neck before capturing your lips again.

Your nails clawed at this back as he thrusts his member into your wet folds. Miguel didn’t take time to ease himself inside you as he thrust in and out of you at a rough and fast pace.

“Miggy, what if someone comes up here?” You moaned out. Words were hard to escape from your lips as Miguel pounded into you like a wild animal.

“It’s a little late to ask that, don’t you think?” Miguel huffed out as he continued to ram into you. He spreads your legs wider to thrust deeper into you. You guess he was right; it was way too late to ask. If people saw, they saw. And what a heated site they would see.

“I never want to leave your intoxicating pussy. I fit perfectly into you as if this pussy was made for me. Ughh, if you clench anymore like that around me, I’ll lose it.”

“I-I can’t help it.” A knot built up inside you for the second time. And with the rapid pace, Miguel would hit your climax as you became a moaning mess. Clenching around him from your climax made Miguel growl from your inner walls tightening around his member. He thrust one more time before cumming deep inside you. His pace became sloppy as he wanted to keep his seed from spilling out of you before he pulled out.

“I love you, mi vida.” Miguel took your chin and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you too, Miggy.”

“Now, let’s get some delicious empanadas.” You smiled at his happy-go attitude to get his favorite empanadas. He kissed your smiling face before helping you with your suit.

“Would it be possible to get a suit like yours again? I know this is not the last time you’ll take it off me.” You winked, and Miguel smirked in response.

“Of course.”

After making a quick stop in Miguel’s universe to his favorite empanada store, the two of you went back to your apartment in your universe. Miguel made sure to buy a few extra for Mateo when he came back home tomorrow so he could try the best empanadas.

You sat between Miguel’s legs and rested against his chest on the couch. Miguel flicked through old videos and photos of the two of you six years ago. You smiled at the fond memories, from random conversations at work to cooking dates to vacations. Though you only dated for half a year, you were friends with Miguel for a few years, which can be seen in many photos and videos. You always loved to capture moments.

“Omg, is that the video of us at the beach when we got wasted?” Miguel showed you the video of the two of you sitting on the beach with you, relaxing against him.

“Yes, it is. Though it might have been the horrible hangover, those breakfast burritos we had the next morning were delicious.” Miguel leaned his head back, reminiscing the memory. You giggled from his love for food as you kissed his chin before resting your head against his shoulder, putting your face against his neck. You closed your eyes, basking in the moment with him.

“It’s past midnight. Let’s go to bed. You’ve had a very active day.” Miguel kissed your cheek before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Most of that activity today was with you.”

“Well, I can’t wait to do it again with you, mi amor. It’s hard enough not to ravage you again right now. But you need your rest.” Miguel placed you on the bed as he got in with you, pulling the covers over the both of you.

You turned to face him as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be the last time.” You giggle and place one last kiss on his lips before snuggling against him.

“It definitely won’t be the last time. We have eternity to be with each other.” Miguel kissed your forehead before turning off the lights as both of you enter the dream world.

Miguel’s eyes opened as he gazed at the white ceiling in your now-shared bedroom. He turned over to wrap you in his arms but frowned when he noticed the empty space beside him. You never woke up before him, as he was an early riser. He checked the time on his phone. He woke up at his normal time. His eyebrows furrowed, confused by your whereabouts. He then noticed a note on your pillow.

I got a notification saying a situation was happening at the mall that I needed to attend to. Some guy causing trouble. I should be back soon.

Love, Y/n

Fear and worry grew in the pit of his stomach. It’s been a long time since you’ve been in spider action. He was worried for you. Miguel got out of bed when he heard a noise in the living room. He sighed when he noticed he had left the tv on last night. He was about to turn it off when something perked his ears.

We’re getting reports of numerous injuries and casualties at the mall shooting. Spiderwoman is currently trying to find the gunman at the scene. We will keep you updated- sorry? Oh my! I apologize for the brief interruption. It has come to my attention that Spiderwoman has been shot.

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#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel x reader #oneshot #oneshot requests #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x y/n #mother reader #smut #romance

[the-massive-simp]

♡Sub Diluc x reader♡

a/n: tumblr wouldn’t let me post this from mobile and it took me 2 weeks to gather enough will to turn on my laptop :D btw this was originally part of a post with sub venti, xiao and kaveh, i’ll post them separately as soon as i have time to revise them. join my taglist (with a message or an ask) to make sure you dont miss my posts ;)

warnings: shameless smut hehe (as usual-) teasing, nipple play, face riding, oral (f receiving), handjob. reader is afab but no pronouns used! mndi.

You had been teasing him all day. Slightly rubbing your ass against his morning wood before getting up. Leaning in while he was working at his desk, your shirt slightly unbuttoned to show your breasts in a new lacy bra. You even managed to pull him in the back of Angel’s Share to make out, just to leave him hot and bothered. When you both arrived in your shared room at the Winery, he pulled you in his embrace, kissing under your ear before whispering.

“Please- need it…”

You decided to be nice, and now you could ammire him, lying down on the bed. He was completely naked, his erect cock begging for attention. But you thought that you could have some more fun before rewarding him. You got on the bed, crawling next to him, before putting your hands on his cheeks and kissing him. Your tongue graced his bottom lip, before you bit it. He whimpered slightly at your actions, before holding his breath when your hands started to go down. You caressed his chest, tracing his collarbone, and then you went lower, feeling his abdomen tense at the touch of your hands. He sighed happily, thinking that you were done with your teasing, but he was wrong. Your hands continued to move, but on his hips, squeezing them lightly. You spoke before he could. “If you behave, I’ll reward you. Take what I give you.” You looked in his eyes and he nodded. You smirked and continued moving your hands. You explored his muscular thighs, feeling them twitch slightly whenever you got a little bit too close to his dick. Then you brought your hands up his sides, making goosebumps appear on his skin. He closed his eyes at the feeling. You took advantage of his distraction and flicked one of his nipples before pinching it. His eyes widened, a blush spreading furiously on his cheeks. You looked at his reaction, enjoying how he was so shy even after all the times you did this. Then you leaned down to lick his other nipple, while you kept playing with the first one. He moaned, his hands grabbing the sheets. You continued to flick, pinch, roll, lick, bite and suck his nipples until his cock started leaking more and more precum. Then you sat up and flashed him a smile. He looked at you with crimson eyes filled with want, lips slightly parted and puffy from all your kisses you gave him before. The sight was downright erotica, and it made your pussy clench. You quickly removed your clothes, followed by his hungry eyes, and then got closer to his face. “Let’s see if you can earn your reward huh?” Then you moved one of your legs on the other side of his body, straddling his chest. “You ready baby?” you asked him. He didn’t answer, he just opened his mouth, tongue lolling out just for you. You moved closer to his face and then lowered yourself on it. His hands immediately flew to your hips, holding on them while he started to lap at your folds. He kept switching between licking your clit and stuffing his tongue in your hole as far as he could, before going back to your nub and sucking it. You moaned and praised him. “You’re being so good for me baby” Your words made him quadruplicate his effort in devouring your pussy like he was starving. You grabbed his hair to find some kind of balance while you started to ride his face, the man’s tongue deep inside of you and his nose rubbing your clit. It didn’t take long before you felt your orgasm wash over you. He kept eating you out until you got off his face and lied down near him. “I think you deserve your reward”. You started to kiss his neck, leaving a few marks here and there, while you slid your hand down to wrap around his cock, twitching and leaking precum. You immediately started to stroke it at a fast pace, making a moan escape from his lips, followed by a whimper when you teased his tip with your fingers, before going back to stroking him. When his hips started to jerk, you quickened your pace, bringing your lover to his orgasm. “I’m gonna cum- please ah~ thankyouthankyouthankyou-” White thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock, staining your hand and his abdomen. You kept jerking him, only stopping when his thighs started to twitch from overstimulation. “Do you want to take a bath together to relax and clean up?” “That sounds lovely dear, thank you.”

Who knows, maybe you could convince him to go for round two.

#kai sins<3 #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc #diluc smut #diluc x reader #diluc x reader smut #diluc x you #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #sub genshin

[dovand]

i am as always thinking about 14 and the nobles... specifically 14 & shaun. CRIMINAL lack of 14 & shaun content . excuse me that is my emotional support deranged lovers-in-law prongs of a queerplatonic throuple V. that is my little scrinkly wet cat and his chill saint bernard friend. that is my symbiotic relationship weirdos who sleep back-to-back to 14 can a) leech his body heat b) cuddle donna c) not fall off the bed. that is my favourite “both wake up early but one of them is being clung to like they are a teddy bear and it is Not Shaun, who is making ‘too bad’ faces at 14 and tiptoeing away” dynamic.

(14 either ends up dozing again after he wakes up early or just lays there curled up thinking—but, either way, when shaun shows up with breakfast in bed every sunday, he is treated to the beautiful sight of the two huge autism creature eyes peering up at him from behind the most bedraggled mop of hair ever seen. whether there are any thoughts behind those eyes depends on whether their owner has been napping or Pondering)

(yes this is all made up in my head!!! yes i am dismayed by there only being FOUR FICS (4!!) using it as a tag and none of them (afaict) doing it in a qpr way. where is my deranged weirdplatonic polycule!!!)

further insanity under the cut pleasseee please please read. please i need to be insane about this with people

(also btw this post is about queerplatonic doctordonna, doctordonna shippers i love you and you are welcome to contribute but it is a Little squicky for me so if tag ur additions (so i have a heads-up) that would be so lovely and i would adore you forever <3)

shaun likes listening to people ramble and 14 likes rambling so it is a regular occurrence to find the two of them like. standing in the kitchen holding cups of tea except one of them is actually drinking the tea and one of them is talking too rapidly about equivalent exchange to remember to blink, let alone have a sip of earl gray that has veered violently past lukewarm and is headed straight for room temperature

if 14 is in a not-wordy mood tho… thru shaun’s expert tutelage he has mastered the art of the Dad Nod. he passes shaun in the hall and gives him a little nod. shaun gives him one back. 0 words are spoken but they understand each other on a deeper level than if there had been.

they go on a Family Outing to a thrift store. rose and donna disappear to the dressier sections. shaun creeps along the racks of trousers, solemnly comparing seemingly identical pairs of jeans. 14 follows him and stares for a while, then silently hands him a loudly patterned pair of shorts. shaun takes them without question and adds them to his basket & sylvia loses her mind just a little bit when she sees him wearing them

(^ this inspired by going thrifting w my friend and looking @ everything and then finding her dad looking thru the racks of shorts comparing two beige ones, and my friend handing him a pair of pink shorts with penguins on and him buying them. because he has some . i think plaid shorts? at home and when he wore them his wife said he looked gay. so he’s trying to do it More) (it's an incredible family dynamic there. i have no idea what is going on)

god jesus. 14 learns how to cook so he can be the housething (as opposed to housewife or househusband. he is just a weirdgenderthing. little creature). someone buys him a nice apron and he wears it with so much delight. chases everyone else out of the kitchen so he can concoct something lovely. runs out into the garden to stick something into an oven in the tardis kitchen because “i am not working with enough ovens, here, people!”. organises the pantry and gets this crazed look if anyone tries to stop him. “how will i know where things a—” “it will be LABELLED.” brandishes a label maker that DEFINITELY is not from modern-day earth given that it seems to take dictation as input and can print in colour and has not needed a refill of paper even though he has extensively labelled EVERY PLASTIC BOX of stuff in the pantry

sometimes he gets into Moods where he needs to solve a problem before it makes his head explode and that used to be a like. tinkering in the tardis thing. where he’d have himself and whatever poor companion he was with just floating in the time vortex for a week while he tries to make this bit of the tardis do what he wants it to. now it’s a day or two spent almost entirely in the kitchen trying to find the scientifically optimal method by which to make meringues. he starts gesturing dramatically with a spatula forgetting it is not a sonic screwdriver. makes a sonic spatula. realises he doesn’t often need to like. scan a pancake for malware. sadly puts the sonic spatula away

he is absolutely a nightmare to watch movies with btw bc a) can’t sit still b) so tall. either he is bouncing his leg and shaking the whole couch or he is stretched out across the entire sofa. no in between. donna buys a thick rug so he can just lay on the floor. the rug is TOO comfortable and he starts just spending time laying on the floor which would be fine if he thought to turn the lights on because people keep almost stepping on him while he’s having 4am Floor Time (on the nights he's not drooling all over donna's pillow)

if anyone else has thoughts about Them PLEASe share i will love you so much and forever. doctor~donna/shaun weirdcule is the only thing in my head

#me.txt #doctor who #14th doctor #doctordonna #donna noble #this is ALMOST fic but not quite. i feel like i should tag it something specific #doctor who headcanon #that works i think

[romiantic]

DATING EARTH 42!MILES

→ READING: black!fem!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff

→ A/N: earth 42 is prowler miles btw. it’s okay I be getting confused too 🚶🏽‍♀️

— dating this boy would give grumpy x sunshine, or even black cat x golden retriever. though, it does depend on who you are and your personality. I would say miles has a type but doesn’t at the same time, like he isn’t picky with who he date but he definitely has some standards and they’re high

— I would say miles gravitates towards girls who give him a home type of feeling, reminds him of his mother, or even gives him a great sense of nurture. yes rio is in his life but nurture is greatly important to miles so please show him love him as much as you can

— he refuses to believe but miles was the one that fell for you first, like a love at first sight type of thing. his heart achingly tugged at you after seeing the way you carry yourself, how you treat others, and the way you were so kind and open to him. he was lovestruck and didn’t know what to do, his stone cold presence would melt immediately when you waved at him

— at the time of the crush, he kept going to his mom and uncle for advice, especially his mom. they both gave some good advice each time but always reminded him to follow his heart (corny I know but if word okay). following his heart lead to him asking you to homecoming, then a date to a nearby art show, to asking you to be his girl on new years eve, and now he’s calling your phone to remind you how beautiful and precious you are <3333

— his family is y’all biggest fan (mainly rio), when he brings you to his home, his uncle is always joking about a future wedding. rio adores the way you treat her son and always invites you to a girl’s day out when she’s not busy

— a typical day for you and miles would be a walk around the city, watching y’all favorite show, or playing music and just chillin. miles doesn’t mind going out but it’s not often, too much of a homebody. when he is in the mood to go out, it’s not often a party, usually the movies or the boardwalk that he prefers

— miles will join you on a quick trip to the beauty supply store or the corner store, even if it’s for one item. yes, he is paying for it, no questions asked

— if you too are bored enough, you guys will make tiktoks and I mean a lot of tiktoks. most of them are drafts but you do post some of them and they always do numbers. what can I say? the internet loves y’all <3

— y’all know that sound, “and my man? thank you to my man!” ? that’s y’all FR! every time y’all go out and he pays for you, you’re singing that or posting on your tiktok of buying you stuff with that sound cause thank you milesssss <333

— this boy can be quite stubborn, not gonna lie. he’s willing to put up a fight, especially if he’s in a sour mood and he’ll make it five times worse if you call him “sassy”. miles being sassy? oh he’ll show you sassy, don’t be mad when he starts throwing your sayings back at you or sub dissing with songs on his story (pls him and brent faiyaz can move on somewhere)

— miles doesn’t mind you playing with his hair, it’s his favorite pastime with you actually! the soft voices of rnb singers playing through his tv while you play with curls, slowly turning them with your fingers and watching them bounce back to its original state

— he absolutely loves loves loves when you unbraid his hair and give him a nice scalp massage, it put his whole body into a state of release. your fingers rubbing his thick curls with castor oil brings him comfort and loosens up the tenseness that he holds on a daily

— firm believer that miles will treat you like a princess! he believes that his girl is a princess and deserves princess treatment only. he will take you out to eat (and pay for it), spoil you with small gifts, shower you with compliments, the whole nine yards. anything to bring a smile to his pretty girl’s face, he will consistently do it. your contact name on his phone is “hermosa princesa 💞”, please this boy loves his pretty princess

— miles is more of a facetimer/caller than texter. yes texting is more convenient for the both of you but he can’t help when his heartstrings are pulled at the sight of your pretty face on his phone. he won’t admit but miles gets very excited when you call him first, even if it’s to remind him that you love him

— after your hair or nail appointment, he is immediately calling to see the end results. he do not care if it’s a simple set of box braids or french tips, if miles think you look good, you look GOOD. but if you don’t like the way your nails or hair looks, he will speak up to the person who did it and ask them to fix it for you

— his lockscreen is a picture of you on y’all first date, when you took pictures on his phone while he was using the bathroom. that day was so nerve wracking for both of you but ended up being so much fun, leading to a second date, third date, etc

— for shits and giggles, he’ll throw around Spanish words that you won’t know, especially if y’all are arguing. he enjoys the confused look you give when he says something in Spanish, raising his ego up real bad. speaking of, don’t argue with this boy if you can’t match his energy. when I tell you his pettiness is bad, oh it is BAD and he won’t back down either

⭑ wow…writing for earth 42 miles was easier than I thought-

⭑ I truly believe this lil boy is so down for y/n, he might be worse than 1610!miles but can easily hide it

⭑ lemme know if y’all want a part 2 cause I highkey have way more hcs for both miles

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Psalm 139:13-14

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗇𝗄𝗐𝖾𝖻. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

#* 💭🎧 ⌗ 𓏲 „ ˋmia is writing ! #x black reader #x black fem reader #x black!reader #spiderman atsv x black reader #spiderman atsv x black!reader #earth 42 miles x black reader #earth 42 miles x black!reader #prowler!miles x black reader #prowler!miles x black!reader #prowler miles x black reader #prowler miles x black!reader

[pezberrywhoreee]

cruella x (fem) reader smut drabble!! 'the inspection'

Pairing: dom!cruella de vil (Cruella 2021) x subfem!reader

Words: 1,111

content warning: D/S relationship (heavy), degradation, mocking, cunt inspection, light mommy kink, mentions of torture

Summary: Cruella gives you some well earned attention...though not nicely or selflessly.

Note: Nobody on this planet is producing queer Cruella fanfiction and it's starting to eat away at my soul. I'll do it, bitches. I'm so disgustingly obsessed with this movie and this woman btw...i should be institutionalised. I'll try to hold back but I cannot promise anything :D. (if y'all like this, i may continue this, post it on ao3 (@faberryslut09). i just needed some to write something before i exploded from horny :))

You could already feel yourself practically leaking onto the hardwood floor of the kitchen.

Cruella hadn't explicitly ordered you to be kneeling for her by the time she arrived from a long day of hunting for the right pieces for the next collection, but you thought that it would be a sweet surprise. Plus, it was going to eventually happen that night so why not start the fun earlier?

Your head dropped and your hands clasped behind you back as the sound of the lift resounded throughout the warehouse.

The much present desperation invited a soft shake within your bare body, shivering in anticipation.

This was made more intense at the clank of the lift door opening followed by the rhythmic tapping of a cane and boots against the wood. Your breathing stopped momentarily out of fear when the sound came slower, almost feeling the need to look up but you could feel her gaze burning into your body.

The woman's evil cackle erupted in the quiet space, adding to the tension filled room. There was a hint of mischief to the laughter that sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. You tried to quiet the involuntary mewling noises rising in your throat.

"Oh darling~ how depraved". She chuckled, looking down on you, literally and figuratively.

Cruella's low, sophisticated voice never failed to bring you certain feelings of arousal and compliance. As soon as you heard that tone it was like clockwork of how instantly you were by her feet.

Your eyes fluttered shut at her mocking tone which was accompanied by her free hand in your hair, gently petting and playing for now. The trembling of your body threatened to intensify but you tried to compose it as best as you could. Much to the woman's amusement, you were still steadily shaking from the intense arousal powering your being.

Cruella began to circle your kneeling body, her cane tapping along with her. "How long have you been waiting like this, pet?". She asked, seemingly unbothered.

You kept your head down as you answered her, a betraying whine in your voice. "About half an hour, ma'am".

A refined brow shot up in response as well as a smirk tugging at her lips. "Well...consider me impressed, darling. Although you could do far better than that". She said as is if she wasn't convinced by her own praise followed by her usual condescending remarks. You felt yourself drip each time she spoke.

"On your back, I must inspect you". She commanded effortlessly. "You know how it is, pet", she whispered seductively.

Wordlessly, you placed you arms in front of you on the hardwood floor, lifting your weight to stretch you legs out and gently push yourself onto your back.

A sense of vulnerability washed over you at how she took in every inch of your body, the hunger in her eyes growing. That animalistic stare forever burned into your mind. You could feel her obsession just through her eyes.

A louder chuckle was heard from above as the light perfectly caught the small puddle that was underneath you. The woman placed her cane down and crouched down in front of you, eyeing the slick on the ground. The smirk on her face turned into a shit eating grin.

"Desperate, are we?" She mocked, her tone higher in feigned worry. A sigh left your lungs as you felt yourself clench at her tone.

You gasped as you felt the sting of her palm being brought down on your thigh. "Yes, mommy". You answered in a whimper.

She hummed her approval before fully kneeling down in front of your spread legs and groping at your flesh mindlessly.

"Were you thinking about me? About what I would do to you?". Her tone drove you fucking crazy. The lowness was one thing but her seeming lack of care made you feel like she was the only thing that existed. She had barley touched you and you could feel yourself falling into subspace.

"Yes, ma'am", you responded simply, waiting for permission to say more.

"Anything in particular, darling?". The woman asked, her fingers tracing shapes over your skin.

"I— need to be controlled and told how to please you. I will do anything— anything to feel your touch. No one can make me feel like you can. I need someone—smarter to think for me". You recited, desperation embedded in your voice.

"Oh darling~ I am quite aware that you're nothing but a stupid pet who can't think for themselves. I mean...would a non corrupt person get this wet just by thinking? I don't think so". She purred in an icy tone, her hands slowly making contact with your leaking cunt.

You felt the heartbeat in your core quicken as her thumb played with your slit, collecting some slick and rubbing it into your swollen flesh.

A loud whine escaped you when you felt her fingers part your lips, her hot breath inches from your cunt. You instantly covered your eyes with your forearms at how intensely vulnerable it was to get inspected by such a powerful gaze.

You refrained from bucking your hips at the now constant surges of arousal that all landed in your core. Air trapped in your lungs as you felt her nails dig into you thighs, each ounce of pain that she inflicted drove you further into becoming a mess for her.

"I want you to see the effect that I have on you, darling. Isn't it just so consuming?", She asked rhetorically, her glare pointed up to your face. She hummed once more when you lifted you arms away and looked down at her, unable to quiet the moan ready to make itself known.

"I believe you're more than ready to take me...but I could make you wait longer, see how much desperation you're capable of". She threatened, easily slipping her middle and ring finger inside of you due to your heavily aroused state.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull at finally feeling her inside of you after waiting so patiently.

Cruella pulled out just as quickly. "There's a spot on the floor that needs some attention, darling". She purred, referring to the mess that you made.

You instantly knew what she wanted you to do so you got on your knees once more and lowered your face to the ground. As your tongue reached the ground, your eyes fell closed in a secure sense of submission. Groaning at the taste of yourself, you lapped up every drop until the hardwood was clean.

"Good pet. How about some prolonged torture as a reward?" The woman grinned nefariously.

#cruella de vil #cruella 2021 #cruella movie #cruella smut #cruella fanfic #cruella fanfiction #cruella wlw #cruella x reader #cruella x fem!reader #smut #pezberrywhoreee #pezberrywhoreee kink

[smashtbh]

I was wondering if we could get top reader x bottom Steve like in his scoops uniform like while they're both on duty during work. And they have to keep quiet and make sure no one like robin or something walks in on them and btw that Jason fic slayed <3

I Scream, You Scream

Steve Harrington x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my art!

CW: swearing, smut, semipublic sex, reader has a dick, steve & his slutty little scoops outfit, slight breeding kink bcs i cant help myself.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: thank you for the lil comment at the end about the jason fic. glad you enjoyed! anyways, here’s some porn.

I was about to post this, then I realized I hit 600 followers. Thank you!! Appreciate you guys.

Y/N knew something was up the moment Steve called him and told him that he didn’t have to pick him up that morning.

And while Steve is completely capable of driving himself to work with his own car, Y/N knows he’d rather not.

So Y/N arrives at Starcourt with an awfully Steve-less car. Much to Robin’s surprise.

“Where’s dingus?”

Y/N shrugs as he clocks in. “Said he didn’t need a ride this morning.”

Robin raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you always his ride though?”

“Don’t get me started on him and his riding — “

“Ew.” She throws a banana at him, “That’s fucking gross.”

Y/N laughs and goes to the bathroom to change into that stupid Scoop’s Ahoy uniform. Luckily his fits well, hugging his body and complimenting his waist.

When he walks out, his jaw drops.

Steve walks in, already in uniform, but something’s different.

A lot is different.

His top is now insanely cropped, if he had to raise his arms for any reason, he’d flash everyone around him. Same with bending over, his shorts are… shorter? Somehow?

“What the hell?” Robin whispers as Y/N comes up next to her.

“What the fuck are you wearing.” Y/N says through his teeth.

Steve looks lost. He tilts his head to the side and fights a grin. “What’s wrong?”

He leans forward on the counter, moving into Y/N’s personal space. “Somethin’ bothering you?” He grins, “Distracting you?”

Robin gags. “Change, dingus.” She gestures at him, “That, is a health hazard.”

Y/N glares at him, his eyes occasionally flicking over Steve’s throat and mostly bare body.

“To the back, Harrington. That’s against policy.” Y/N mutters, already moving to the back room.

Steve just smiles.

“Seriously, baby? This is why you didn’t want me to pick you up?” Y/N mumbles into the nest of Steve’s hair. He’s holding him up against the wall, Steve’s legs wrapped around his waist.

Steve groans, his arms draping around Y/N’s neck. “Just a surprise.” He bites his kiss swollen lips, licking over them before leaning in to kiss Y/N.

Y/N bites his neck and hauls him over onto the counter. “What a fuckin’ surprise.” He sets him down before pulling off Steve’s weak excuse for shorts, kneeling to kiss at his thighs.

There’s customers outside, Y/N can hear Robin tending to them, so he shushes Steve as he continues to make out with his inner thigh. “They’ll hear you if you continue to be so loud.”

“So?” Steve whispers. “Let them.”

Y/N laughs. “You kinky fuck.”

Steve bites back a groan when Y/N peels away his underwear and pays no attention to Steve’s leaking dick. He squirms on the counter, whimpering complaints of the cold marble.

“You complain too much.” Y/N mutters, pulling out his dick and turning Steve around, letting him plant his feet on the tiled floor. He bends him over the counter, holding his face to it. “Good?” Y/N whispers as he kisses down Steve’s exposed back.

“Always good with you.” Steve whispers back.

While he smiles, Y/N spits on his hand to rub at Steve’s hole, before finding that his ass is already wet with lube. “My god, you slut.”

Steve giggles, drunk on attention. “Just for you.”

Y/N moves to bite at Steve’s asscheek, gripping it with his hand then grabbing his cock. He smears the leftover lube onto himself, grunting at the friction.

“Think you can make me come before Robin comes back here?” Steve asks, pushing his ass out.

“Thought you wanted everyone to know that you’re getting your brains fucked outta you back here?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Not Robin.”

“I’m sure she knows already.” Y/N laughs. “But don’t you worry, with an ass like this..” He slaps the globes of skin, “We’ll be done before she sees.” 

Steve moans at the contact, moaning even louder when Y/N starts to push in. “Mmm — yeah.”

“Shut up.” Y/N closes his hand around Steve’s mouth. “Just take it.”

It takes him time to be fully seated inside Steve, but when he does get there, he thrusts at a slow pace. Teasing.

Steve can’t say anything, so he does as he’s told. He takes it. His muffled grunts make it past Y/N’s hand every once in a while.

“Yeah, just like that.” Y/N groans, slapping Steve’s ass again and moving his hand.

As soon as he does, Steve’s mouth flies open. “Fuck — please. Please, Y/N. Fuck me.”

Y/N smiles against Steve’s back, kissing at the skin he finds there. “I’d fuck a baby into you if I could.”

Steve moans at that idea, pushing back onto Y/N. “Please.”

They’re fucking each other at this point, Steve biting into his arm to stifle his own sounds as Y/N gnaws on his shoulder.

“Close — ah, close.” Steve mumbles. His mouth is hanging open now, silent little ohs leaving him.

Y/N thrusts harder, fucking Steve into the counter. “Hurry up, Harrington.” Y/N grunts. “Come for me.”

He moves his hand to grip Steve’s cock, and feels the moment Steve falls over the edge. He clenches around him, twitching and stuttering back — coming hard into Y/N’s hand.

Luckily, Y/N catches everything. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” He groans.

“Mm.. unh — fuck, come on me?” Steve whispers, gasping for breath.

Y/N pulls out quickly, making Steve moan loudly. So Y/N solves that issue by shoving the hand covered in Steve’s come into his mouth.

Y/N jerks himself over the base of Steve’s back, coming hard and painting a puddle of white over his whimpering boyfriend. “Fuck.”

When he comes back to himself, he realizes that Steve is sucking on his fingers, cleaning the come off them. “You whore.”

Steve laughs, letting the hand fall away from his mouth. “Mmmh..”

They both sigh in contentment when the door flies open. “Hey! Stop fuckin’ around back here and help me out! Sinclair is back and she wants her free icecream.”

To Y/N’s relief, Robin has covered her eyes. “A minute, please.” He looks down at Steve’s back. “Or two.”

“You owe me, L/N.” She yells, shutting the door.

Y/N sighs and pats at Steve who hasn’t moved. “Baby?” He shakes him but gets no response. “Don’t tell me I fucked you dumb.”

There’s a small snore that gives him all the answers he needs.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

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[mod-kyoko]

First kisses with kokichi nagito byakuya (both reader and their firsts)? I hope ure feeling better btw<3

no matter how overrated some people claim this trio is, they will always be my favorite to write for

first kiss ft. kokichi, nagito, and byakuya

fandom: danganronpa

type: hcs, fluff

a/n: sorry for posting this months later, i like the request so i wanted to do it still

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kokichi oma

once kokichi realized he liked you, he decided to play a game

rather than admit those feelings right away in fear of rejection, he planned on teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore, ultimately cornering you into reciprocating

his first step was to just start touching you more, in a way that made you question whether they were just casual, platonic touches, or if they meant something more

you would be eating breakfast and your legs would be touching, but he would never move

or you would be taking a stroll, and he would lay his arm across your shoulders

sometimes he would poke your cheek while teasing you

one day, someone had bumped into you rather harshly, sending you straight to the ground

but, as you were bracing for impact, you felt a pair of arms around you

looking up, you met a smirking kokichi

"my, my, we've got a klutz on our hands," he teased

his long locks of hair fell forward, tickling your face

the proximity of his face to yours sent butterflies straight into the pit of your stomach, but the moment was short-lived, as he almost immediately lifted you upright and stepped away

that night, his eyes kept you awake, tossing and turning in your bed, until you threw off your blankets and stomped to his room

he answered his door almost immediately with his trademark grin, as if he was waiting for you

"what's up?" he beamed, looking a little too excited to see you

"i was just wondering if we could talk..." you answered, pushing past him

"bout what?" he asked innocently, shutting the door behind you as you sat on the edge of his bed

"um... i'm not really sure how to bring it up..."

your own face started to betray you, heating up around your cheeks

even though you were staring at your hands, you could feel his purple eyes burning holes into the side of your head

he strode to where you were sitting, then plopped right down beside you

"i think i know..." his voice was now just a little above a whisper, as he leaned close to your ear

watching you shudder from his voice was way too enticing to him

he grabbed your hand with one of his, intertwining your fingers, and used his other to take your chin in between two fingers

"you know, it's rather late, i guess you were losing sleep over me, huh?" his breath ghosted across your ear and neck, sending a shiver down your spine

you couldn't answer him, all you could do was try to turn your head away, but he had other plans

in one swift motion, he had you sitting on his lap, faces inches apart

he ignored the gasp you let out in surprise, and closed the space between your lips

it was soft, and gentle, and loving

his fingers tangled in your hair, and caressed at the small of your back

for someone so mischievous and seemingly apathetic, the kiss he was sharing with you was exactly the opposite

when it was time to pull away, he leaned his forehead on yours, hand still rubbing circles on your back

"kokichi..." you started, but he pressed a thumb to your bottom lip

"i know... i know."

nagito komaeda

you're gonna have to take the reigns with this one no matter what

poor boy cannot pick up a hint to save his life

even so, his body language will tell you the truth

for a while you'd been noticing how he would get a slight blush whenever you were in close proximity, or he would always be following you around, or he'd always sit next to you despite there being many open seats

one day the two of you planned a picnic together. you brought food, nagito brought a blanket to lay out in the grass

before you dug in, you laid next to each other, staring up at the sky, quietly enjoying each other's presence

"can i ask you a question?" he broke the silence first

you turned to look at him, but he was still gazing at the sky, a frown displayed on his face

"yeah what's up?"

finally, he turned his head to meet your eyes

"why do you hangout with trash like me?"

the question made you want to punch him. the countless times you've scolded him for being so self-deprecating led up to nothing, you suppose. but, maybe this would give you the chance to confess

you sat upright, and he did the same, pulling his knees to his chest

"nagito, i hangout with you because i think you're really cool. you're not trash, you're so, so much more."

still, the frown stayed on his face, and you realized you were going to have to do more to convince him

first, you scooted next to him until your shoulders were touching, so you could lean your head against his

"you know how i feel about you saying those things," you muttered

"ah, i'm sorry, i'm so worthless for making you feel bad..." he chuckled awkwardly, but you weren't laughing

choosing to ignore his words, you grabbed his face in your hands, and pressed your lips to his cheek

"nagito... that's how i feel."

nagito leaned back suddenly, mouth slightly ajar, and you took the opportunity to kiss him again, but on the lips this time

at first he didn't kiss you back, eyes wide and hands trembling, but with your thumbs caressing his face, he felt loved for the first time

so he let his vulnerability show, slightly opening his lips, and closing his eyes

byakuya togami

first kiss with byakuya would be a slow-burn

it has to build up, he doesn't just show his vulnerable side to anyone

in fact, there probably hasn't been a single person who he has shown it to

it took months and months of being friends, and even after he realized his feelings for you, it took weeks for him to even think about making a move

your first kiss would happen somewhere private, perhaps in his home library or study

the two of you were conversating about his corporation, and he realized that you were the very first person who has ever shown genuine interest in it

the first person who has listened to him and asked questions without having an ulterior motive or looked down on him

you simply wanted to hear about what he was passionate about

i'm saying the way to byakuya's heart is through showing you care deeply about the things he cares about

after that conversation, he asked you if you wanted to read with him

his favorite poem is annabel lee by edgar allan poe

the two of you were sitting side by side on a couch

when he read it to you, you commented on how beautiful it was, and his heart fluttered

as he flipped through the collection of poems, his eyes wandered to your face, and suddenly he set the book down

when he met your eyes, he could no longer deny his feelings

so, with all his courage, swallowing down his fear, he asked you

"y/n... i would like to kiss you. is that alright?"

your own nervousness left you speechless, and you could only nod in response

the two of you slowly leaned closer, closing the gap between your lips and meeting in a soft, lingering kiss

he couldn't believe he was in this position, he never thought he would meet someone worthy of his love, or be the subject of someone else's

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FUCK,,,, BYAKUYA

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[smoooothoperator]

Save Your Tears

04: Thinking Out Loud

Driver! Mick Schumacher x opera singer! OC (Ophelia Becker)

Strangers to friends to lovers, love at first sight, long plane flight, personal drama, opera references

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Mick POV

a/n: Hey guys! sprry it took me too long to post, I hope everyone likes this part

Btw, do you want me to make a playlist? If that's so, what type of music do you want me to add?

Every way of feedback is very welcomed

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There were many things on his mind. Many questions.

He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to hold her hand. He wanted to know why she's afraid of dying. He wanted to know why her eyes were red when he saw her for the first time.

He wanted to kiss her.

When she got inside the bathroom and sighed, messing his hair with his fingers. He nearly kissed her! He was just some centimeters away from her lips, he only needed to lean on her and his lips would be pressed on hers. 

He sighed, leaning against the wall of the small corridor and waited for her to get out, looking at the floor.

What is it? Why did he stop thinking about Stephanie while she was next to him? Why is her perfume so addictive? Why is he feeling nauseous, but in a good way, thinking that she might fall asleep during the flight next to him? 

He couldn't stop smiling, and somehow it made him feel more confused. 

Where are the feelings he had for Stepahine? Where is that unconditional love he felt for her in secret? 

"Hey, the bathroom is yours" he heard her say after she opened the door.

"Thanks" he smiled. 

She walked in front of him and he had to fight his own body to not follow her and smell her scent. He would look like a creep.

So he walked inside the bathroom and groaned. God, what type of perfume she's using, why can he smell it?

"Control, Mick" he groaned, looking at himself in the mirror. "You met her some hours ago, you really can't be acting like a teen with a crush"

But… What if it's more than a crush? He wants to believe that it's only a crush, that once he gets out of the plane he will go back to those old feelings, forget about Ophelia.

But God, even thinking about her name, his heart can stop jumping of joy. 

When she showed him her concert, he was hypnotized by her. How she moved around the stage, how she sang… she is a siren. Her voice bewitched him and he can't stop hearing it in his mind. 

On the video, at the end of the concert, while the soloists went to the stage to bow at the audience and at the orchestra, he saw her smile. Her true smile, not like the one she gives him. It was a real smile that makes your cheeks hurt because of how happy you are.

Mick sighed, shaking his head and accepting the fact that his mind and heart won't stop thinking about her for what's left of flight.

"Fuck it" he whispered, washing his mouth with water and opening the door to go back to his seat.

He saw her, with a blanket on top of her and looking outside the window, he wanted to take a picture of her. He wanted to keep at least a picture of her little plane crush.

"Can you see anything?" he asked her, sitting comfortably next to her and smiled when she looked at him blushing.

"No, just… I wanted to see if I could watch the stars" she smiled, again weakly.

"Oh? Can you?" he asked, leaning on her to check if the stars were visible. "There are a lot of clouds"

"Y-yeah" she mumbled.

He didn't notice how close he was to her again, but when he went back to sit and saw her looking at her lap blushing, he understood that he was too close.

"Why do you want to see the stars?" He asked curiously, trying to change the mood between them, that seemed to be tense after what happened while waiting in the corridor.

"I like stars" she said, somehow not fully convinced of her answer. 

"Mhm" he nodded. "Yeah, I get it. I travel a lot and when I miss home I always look up at the sky, knowing that my family would be somewhere looking at the same sky"

"That's… that's beautiful, Mick" she smiled, looking at him. "I never thought about it like that"

"You travel a lot, I guess?" 

"Yeah" she sighed. "I barely see my mom, she's… an opera singer too"

"You only have your mom?" he asked, surprised. 

"Yeah, let's say my mom doesn't know who my dad is" she smiled weakly, swallowing thickly after saying that. "It has been always me and my mom"

"Oh…"

She smiled weakly again and sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

He wants to ask her what's going on, why her smile is so sad. He's interested in her. He wants to know her. He wants to hold her, kiss her, be proud of her. 

Wow, what?!

He caught himself looking at her lips again. He was looking at her hands, at the ring he touched minutes ago. He looked at the bracelets, at the small pearls and little diamonds that wrapped her wrist.

The outfit she's wearing doesn't match her accessories. 

But he finds her gorgeous no matter what she's wearing.

"Are you going to sleep?" he asked her after she yawned.

"Yeah… today was a very tough day" she sighed. "Can you turn off the light?"

"Yeah, of course" he nodded, doing what she asked and watching by the side of his eye how she got comfortable on the seat, closing her eyes.

She's beautiful. Now that she closed her eyes he really can look at her without the fear of being caught.

He wonders if he ever saw her before. They are the same age and she said she's from Zurich. Maybe one day they ran into each other while doing groceries. Or crossed paths while walking on the street. 

While he was absorbed in his thoughts, he felt a weight on his shoulder. Her head was resting on it, and it made him smile even wider. It was a simple movement that changed her position on the seat, but the sigh and the little wiggle she made to get more comfortable, made Mick realize that she was cuddling him.

He smiled, looking down at her and feeling his heart beat louder. 

He has to ask for her phone number. He really can't leave the airport without her number on his phone.

"Sleep well, Ophelia" he whispered, resting carefully his head on top of hers and cuddling her to keep her warm.

He woke up when he heard the flight attendants walking around, waking up the passengers and offering them breakfast.

Mick felt her move next to him, and he was surprised by how they were seated. She was hugging his arm with her head resting on his shoulder. Ophelia was holding his hand. Holding hands!

"Mmmhhh… morning" she groaned, waking up slowly and letting go of his hand.

"How did you sleep?" he asked with his morning voice. 

"Nice" she nodded. "I'm sorry I used your arm as a pillow…"

"Don't worry" he smiled.

He wouldn't mind if she did that again and again.

After they ate the breakfast the speakers of the plane announced about the landing, and they got ready for it.

When the turbulence before landing started, he held her hand, knowing that she would panic again. He stroked her hand softly and heard her take a deep breath.

"It will end soon" he whispered to her.

She nodded, closing her eyes tightly and holding his hand, making him look softly at her.

Their hands fit like two puzzle pieces. He's not ready to let her hand go.

When they got up after the plane landed he didn't want to be away from her. He waited until she was ready to walk out of the plane, going towards the gate behind her. There was a question on the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill. But something stopped him. Maybe it was the couple that was waiting for him at the exit.

"Mick! Hey!" 

He took a deep breath and looked at his friends but he didn't want to lose Ophelia between the crowd.

"Ophelia" he called her and he smiled when she turned around. "Give me your phone"

"What?" she frowned, but it didn't stop her from searching her phone inside the pocket of her hoodie.

"Just… call me when you have free time" he smiled, typing his number on her phone and calling himself to have her phone saved. 

"Yeah" she nodded, smiling weakly. 

He saw her walk away, and somehow a little part of his heart left with her. 

This is more than a crush, Mick. Deal with it.

He sighed and went towards his friends, letting them hug him, but when Stephanie hugged her he didn't feel the goosebumps.

"How was the race?" his friends asked. "And the flight?"

"Good, good" he nodded. 

The flight… amazing. 

The three of them walked together towards the couple's car. The soon to be married pair drove Mick to his house, dropping him there.

"Well… thank you for dropping me off" Mick smiled getting out of the car. "I'll see you on a few days"

"Remember that the rehearsal dinner will be on Wednesday" Stephanie smiled.

"Yeah, I'll be there" he nodded.

He saw the car driving away, making him sigh and grab all his things, opening the door of his house, smiling when he heard his dog running towards him.

"Hello beautiful" he smiled, petting his dog and leaving his things on the floor. 

He went to the kitchen, followed my Angie, and smiled watching the little post it his mom left on the fridge after taking care of his dog for a few days.

'So proud of you, so close to the podium. You are doing amazing, love. Next race you'll have it xxx'

He sighed, reading the handwriting and smiled weakly. He was so close to being third, but Lando, Charles and Max were faster than him.

"Are you hungry, hm?" he smiled looking at Angie, who waved her tail softly after the mention of food.

Mick chuckled, feeding her and then looking at his phone with a smile. The missed call with her number was still on the lock screen as a notification, and the first thing he did was save her number.

He shouldn't text her immediately, right? He would look too desperate, which he's not. Maybe he'll wait a day or two… or maybe he should wait for her to text first? Maybe she's busy… 

"God, what should I do?" he asked, sighing, looking at how his dog tilted her head confused by the question. 

He chuckled softly, grabbing his phone and going to the living room to lay on the couch for a while, turning on the TV with the idea of watching something on it, maybe Netflix.

But what he saw when it turned on caught his attention. Maybe when his mom was here she watched the news, and thanks to that he saw the report.

"Yesterday, the famous opera singer Cordelia Becker, died of cardiac arrest" the reporter said. "The singer was on a break after some doing a European tour of recitals in big halls, her daughter and opera singer Ophelia Becker will be on the funeral today on the Opera Hall of Zurich, making her cancel all the concerts she had scheduled this month and the upcoming one"

He went pale. The images that formed the report were breaking his heart. Videos and pictures of her mother, then pictures of Ophelia with her mother, then the same video he saw of the opera. 

That's why her smile was sad. That's why she was searching for the stars. 

Because her mom just died.

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[wonipeun]

first, I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH. second can i request u to make “when enhypen cant stop kissing you”? THANK YOU AND I LOVE UR WORKS THEY JUST MAKE MY HEART FLUTTER ALL THE TIME <333 🤭🤍

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༉‧₊˚ enhypen's hyung line reaction when they feel clingy !

pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader | genre: fluffiest fluff ever warnings: could melt your heart (quite cringy??? idk)

a/n: ILYT THANK YOU SM FOR SENDING THIS CUTE REQUEST <333 i've changed the topic a liiiittle to make the reactions a bit more varied and not repetitive, hope you don't mind!!! (there's a lot of fluff on sunghoon's part as a way of thanking you for making this precious request mwah).

ps: what??? 120+ followers and 800+ notes on my 2 first posts- seriously, i have no words to thank you for the support i've received, thank you all so much!!!!! 😭

ps2: these have ended up being so long- i will divide the reaction in two parts, i'm sawrry 😭 😭😭

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이희승 · lee heeseung ‧₊˚

heeseung had a day off after quite some time, and as much as he would have liked to spend it with you (just like always), this time you couldn't be home until the evening.

"it's okay, i can spend the day alone."

that's what heeseung thought, and he actually did… he played video games, slept a lot (hugging that body pillow of his imagining that it was you) and even tried to make some new dish to eat. after a long time, he finally had the time to do whatever he wanted to do, but…. why did time pass so slowly when you weren't around?

maybe he hadn't realized it before, but the moments when he wasn't surrounded by his noisy members his mind was instantly filled with you: "i wish y/n was here", "y/n loves the song from this ad", or even "y/n would have put a band-aid on for me" when he got a small wound on his finger while cooking… (っ◞‸◟c)

yeah… you could say that he missed you, just a little (a lot). heeseung wasn't really used to being the one to wait for you to come home, and to be honest, his patience was reaching its limit. probably that's why the moment he heard the sound of the keys in the lock after so long waiting, his face immediately lit up. it took him barely a second to get up from the couch and run to the front door, his feet shuffling nervously for you to open the door so he could see your pretty face that he had thought about so many times during the day.

"i'm hom-!"

you couldn't even finish passing through the door when you were wrapped in your boyfriend's arms, his head hidden in the crook of your neck.

"i've missed you. a lot."

you chuckled, somewhat surprised by his clingy attitude. you brought your hand to his hair, stroking it gently.

"you did?"

heeseung nodded with his head still on your neck, letting out a small "mhm". he broke away a few seconds later with his arms still wrapped around your back, his bambi eyes looking at you with a small pout on his lips.

"what did it take you so long? i thought i was going to die if i spent another minute here alone."

you couldn't help but laugh at his childish attitude, making him smile. heeseung was quick to place his lips on yours, leaving a short kiss on them ...and another one. and one more. probably kissed you like 10 times in a row. all this at the entrance (door still opened btw).

that's what you get for having a boyfriend that loves you so much!!!

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박종성 · park jongseong ೀ

jay needs attention 24/7. he is completely in love with you, and just as he proves it to you every day with his actions and affection, he also expects to receive your love all the time!

although for some reason, i think he might be a bit reluctant to be affectionate in front of his members… (it's not like he cares too much what they think about him, however he prefers not to put you in any situation that could end up with the other members making fun of you… especially that one maknae).

that's why jay will be much more clingy when it's just the two of you, whether it's on a date or just spending time together at home.

this time you were at the members' house, having one of those many movie nights that always ended up running late into the night, and this time was no exception.

the third movie of the evening was playing in the background as you all talked about your anecdotes, laughing together. and as much as you tried to concentrate on jake as he explained his story, you couldn't help but notice your boyfriend's gaze completely on you.

you look back at him, confused for his intense stare. and the moment he shifts his head slightly to the right and mutters a "do you want to go upstairs?" you can't help but smile. you shake your head, knowing how obvious it would be to go just the two of you upstairs together (as if everyone present doesn't know you're together), but when a pout forms on his lips and he looks at you with his "pretty please" eyes you give in right away.

you were both weak to each other, after all.

jay smiles triumphantly at your acceptance, walking towards you from the other side of the room and taking your hand. he starts walking to the stairs without saying anything and questions from the members are soon present in the room.

"i'm tired, we're going to sleep"

everyone complains, jungwon speaking seconds later.

"what do you mean 'we'? if you're the one who's tired let y/n stay!"

jay doesn't stop his steps, still grabbing your wrist and dragging you with him.

"you say that as if y/n would rather spend time with you than me"

the complaints of the members is the last thing you hear before you and jay enter his room, closing the door behind him. and like a magnet, his body sticks to you instantly, embracing you.

"that was a bit mean before"

you say, jay pulls away just enough to keep you as close to him as possible, smiling without any kind of regret.

"honestly, i don't care. besides, i didn't lie. you prefer to spend time with your boyfriend rather than with them, don't you?"

you barely have time to answer when his hands move to your cheeks, kissing you immediately. he had spent the last hour looking for you with his eyes to ask you to leave, so now that he had finally gotten what he wanted, he just wanted to enjoy you.

the moment he separates, his lips kiss you again, leaving several pecks. his eyes look at you with love permeating his pupils, your heart racing.

"you don't have to answer, i know you do."

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심재윤 · sim jaeyun ˖ ࣪ ⭑

jake's most clingy times would probably be in the mornings, especially in winter. jake loves to be glued to you, no matter when, and that feeling is only multiplied when it comes to starting the day with you cuddling him.

however, there were some mornings when you had to get up early and leave before he did… yeah, those mornings were never precisely easy (especially because you always ended up being late).

and this morning was one of those. your alarm rings and you hurry to turn it off without moving too much, trying not to wake up your boyfriend sleeping next to you. somehow he had detached himself from you during the night, so maybe you even manage to get to your appointment on time!

...right?

yeah, not today.

jake turns to you almost immediately the moment you start to move to get out of bed, wrapping his arms around your waist. he lets out a whine in his sleepy voice, resting his head on your back.

"y/nnn, don't go~~~"

you try to detach his arms from you to no avail, because even though your boyfriend was half asleep he was conscious enough to tighten his arms around you and not let you go anywhere.

"i have to go, i can't be late this time"

he shakes his head.

"what could be so important for you to leave me like this?"

you let out a weary chuckle. how could he be so dramatic?

"i will be back in a few hours, just keep sleeping"

you were still struggling against his arms around your waist that would not separate in any way.

"can i at least get a good morning kiss?"

you sigh as you hear his question, the strength in his arms loosening as you begin to turn toward him. you immediately meet his tired eyes and relaxed expression, yet he has the biggest smile on his lips.

you leave a quick kiss on his lips, and the moment you pull away he kisses you again, sticking closer to you (if that's even possible).

"how can you be so beautiful even when you just wake up?"

look at him, racing your heart as if nothing. jake kisses you again, resting his face on your neck as he spoke in his sleepy, raspy voice.

"i really don't want you to go, please stay with me~"

... it's not like the appointment was that important after all.

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박성훈 · park sunghoon ⊹ ࣪

you and sunghoon had finally made time to go out on a date together, so you decided to go ice skating (this had nothing to do with you wanting to see your boyfriend skating, of course not).

sunghoon obviously thought it was a perfect date, especially since he knew that ice skating was not something you were very good at so he would have an excuse to hold your hands!!! ♡(｡- ω -)

so from the moment you finished putting on your skates, he made sure to take you by the hand and walk you to the ice rink (he was also laughing at you for your clumsy steps but we won't mention that).

he made sure to help you from the very first moment, never ceasing to smile in that smitten way at you because of how adorable you were.

sunghoon is not a big fan of pda. also, he's not too affectionate unless you are the one who initiates the physical contact... all because of his shyness.

but there were times when:

your attention > his shyness

that's why your boyfriend had the wonderful idea of going faster, making you stagger. he obviously laughed immediately, making you to look at him with an angry stare (although the smile on your lips gave away how much you liked seeing him happy like that, even if it meant having to endure his teasing).

"you really want to see me fall, don't you?"

sunghoon laughed once again.

"maybe"

your eyes connected for several seconds, and without realizing it, you became lost in each other's gaze. seeing him smile so much couldn't have made you happier, feeling your heart warm in your chest.

and sunghoon just… he was in love. doing something he loved so much with the person he loves the most was the best he could ask for. he could hardly stand how adorable you were when you tripped, held on to his hands tightly or smiled at him every time you almost fell down. even now, seeing you looking at him with that pretty smile on your lips…

oh my god, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

and for the first time, he didn't hold back. his hands released yours to wrap them around your lower back, pulling you close to him and bringing your lips together in a sweet kiss. he really couldn't care less what the people around him thought at that moment.

it was a quick kiss, but certainly unexpected enough to leave you totally startled. sunghoon smiled the moment he broke away, and you knew perfectly well that the red in his cheeks was not due to the cold of the ice rink.

because yeah, sunghoon was shy.

but he was also deeply in love with you.

and at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

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Hi. This is the first text post I’ve made relating to writing. I wanted to challenge myself to make prompts for my favorite fandoms. So like this is my first one. I’m still an amateur. So I hope you all enjoy and give me good feedback 🙏🏻. (This is JJK related btw)

Content: angst. some fluff lol. this is from Gojo’s perspective. (Will post Geto’s version sometimes today or this week)

I thought of you again today.

And I decided to look for you.

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I tried looking for your eyes first. Christmas has passed again without you. So I thought the low glow of the festive lights and lanterns could guide me to them.

Your eyes always spoke of something alluding to longing. They’re dark as the ocean at night. When I looked far off into the bay when the moon was nearing its new phase, I thought of how your eyes used to look at me. Stare at me back, like how I stare out into the abyss of the sea. They were black, cold, full of melancholy. Yet when you smiled they would scrunch up and wrinkle your temples.

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I tried looking for your ears next. When I last saw you, you were still sporting those black gauged earrings that would hang like the ears of Buddha. I always teased you with a statement and in return you’d give me a hard hit in the arm. So I visited shops less known to the public where they did ear piercings. I’d look at their displays and see if anything stuck out. I saw beautiful designs. Black was always your signature color. And I may not be the most fashionable in this area, but you always reminded me of the color of royal blue. The kind of blue you see on pictures of nobles. The kind of blue that shows elegance. I think something like that would make you look like royalty.

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I then decided to search for your mouth. Your voice. Your lips. Your teeth.

You never were much of a smiler. My jokes would only arouse a boring expression or you rolling your eyes away from me. Always so stoic. Only making slight little smiles when something was interesting. Or when you were trying to smooth talk your way out of trouble with the headmaster. A polite, small, gentle smile.

But when you smiled at me. It was so distinct that I could still draw it a million times in my head.

You would show your top teeth when you smiled at me, followed by a laugh. And what a laugh it was. It was dark and rich like chocolate. Your lips, thin and slightly chapped, stretched to form a marvel on your pale mooned face. It would savor in my mind for days on end. I never wanted such a taste to go away. So I made it my priority to make you laugh and smile as much as I could.

So I searched for that same sweetness in the places I would make you smile the most. The arcade. The little coffee shop with just three small tables. The alley with stairs and rails where I would attempt to glide down without loosing my balance. And in return, you’d join. Finding amusement in my foolishness. What a fool I have become so.

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I searched for your body and hair. You were always so well kept. You always wore a bun, dark strands slicked back with a few falling to the front of your face. The color was black like raven feathers. You were pale, unblemished, and not a sign of age to your features. Like the glow of the moon above fresh, untouched snow. You weren’t always the best eater. Other than your favorite dish, Mak-guksu, you couldn’t really come around to eating everything and anything I got you. “I can’t get rid of that taste back there.” You’d say. Alluding to your abilities.

So I went looking for you in temples. Where I would see nests of crows circling around me. Death’s messengers. Near the temple, I’d see worshippers come in with white robes that would blend with the snow. With their dim lanterns, the shadows bounced off radiating a warm glow from their holy attire. A pure being, no matter what you did.

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The last thing I searched for were your hands. Slender, rugged, brittle. Calloused and tender. Your knuckles would go white every time you were writing out a report for class, because you would be so focused you’d forget to let your fingers relax after each pen stroke. Your fingernails were clean, despite the dirty work you’d do. But I loved your hands. I loved the way they’d come close when you passed me something like a dropped pen, a cup of tea. Or that night during the summer solstice, when we would go out to downtown for festivities and we left the group to go find a better spot to watch the fireworks. When we found a small ledge just off the edge of river where the show was beginning, we watched in awe. Smiling, the sound of the whistles that ended with a loud bang as an array of sparks and flames danced in the air.

And that’s when your hands,

your warm hands, crept their way, sliding carefully across the rail bar where the ledge was, temptingly to interlace with my own. Like the call of the siren I couldn’t resist such a moment. It started with our pinkies overlapping, testing the waters. Then it soon became our ring and middle fingers intertwined like stitches. And surely, your hands clasped with mine and for a moment, the world seemed still. I could see from the corner of my lenses that you weren’t looking at the sky anymore. You were looking at me. The hue of bright blues, purples, greens and yellows illuminating such a heavenly sight. You looked at me, like you knew me for a thousand years. You saw me. And I saw all of you. Your hands, skin, hair, ears, mouth, nose and eyes, were all I saw. And they painted the most beautiful of all living things that this earth has given me. And you leaned forward to share the warmth of your love, as I couldn’t hear the sounds of the world, and only the sound of your breath slowly rising as you planted a kiss on my lips. Forever marking me as yours.

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I searched for the that same warmth that night so long ago on the same ledge, at the same time it all happened.

I place my hand on the cold, snow covered rail bar, to see if you would take it.

But you never did.

I looked forward to see anything of your likeness.

But I saw nothing.

I shut off all thought, muted the outside world as much I could

To hear your sound, a voice, a whisper.

But there was silence.

And in that silence, I only heard the sound of my heart, becoming more numb under the freezing night. I can only hear my breath, visible to the icy air.

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I searched for you today, Suguru.

I failed, but I’ll try again next time I think of you.

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