#when I drew him before I couldn't find a balance between what he looked like in my head and what I could easily redraw

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Bloody Mess

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Characters: Comedian (Edward Blake) x Vigilante F!Reader

Summary: When a fight between the two of you goes wrong you find yourself and your arch-enemy The Comedian indulging in a different type of violence.

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: NSFW - physical violence, rough vaginal sex, blood play, semi-public sex, hair pulling, spanking, dom/sub dynamic, Eddie's filthy mouth, shotgunning

A/N: Nasty, bloody rooftop sex with the Comedian, need I say more?

The sky was darkened, though the busy roads; the many scarlet-tinted tail lights that blared from every vehicle and looked like little red dots from your view relentlessly lit the city. You stood on the ledge of one of many rooftops you'd crossed tonight in search of anything, something. Someone to kill, someone to save, trouble to start and to end. Your idea of heroism was never exactly clean cut, and it showed in your violent streak of vigilantism. The government was never particularly fond of the masked freaks running rampant in New York City let alone the occasional rowdy civilian or protester you might've beat half to death, or all the way to, here and there. You were a wanted woman. The target on your back got you used to the feeling of being watched, an unlikely familiarity with that chill that swept down your spine when it felt like someone was waiting for you to turn your back and take a swing at you, or when he was here. You turned around, and sure as shit there he was, him. Your arch nemesis Edward Blake, the fucking Comedian. You despised the bastard, and he hated you no less. Oftentimes you'd leave each other so bloodied and beaten that when you did manage to get away you'd be in recovery for weeks, and he'd broken more bones than you had fingers.

"Fancy seeing you tonight, doll." Eddie spoke past the cigar balancing in the corner of his mouth, his hand reaching up to close his fingers over the cigar as smoke streamed out from the ignited end.

His back was pressed up against the door that led to the rooftop of the building, a smile playing on his lips as he inhaled deeply before removing the cigar from his lips. Asshole took the easy way up. The dynamic between you and the Comedian was one of brutality, the two of you indulging in an endlessly intense cycle of violence over and over again, and you were sure you'd do it until one of you killed the other. And as he took one last drag and tossed the cigar off to somewhere on the rooftop you knew it was time for this usual rough little dance of yours, a flurry of swinging fists and nasty kicks until one of you got too tired or injured to fight the other and managed to pull off some kind of escape.

"Oh Eddie, you know this didn't happen by chance. You chase me through this city like a lost puppy."

His smile faded, the shift in his eyes highlighted that much more by the black eye mask that surrounded them, and his jaw tensed with the irritation of what you'd accused him of. You practically called him clingy. He stormed towards you, his boots thudding against the roof as he moved in strides with a focused look in his eyes, the look he usually had before he punched you square in the mouth and threatened to take a few teeth while he was at it. The approaching attack had you hopping down from the ledge and charging towards him knowing you couldn't let him reach you first, you always met him halfway. As soon as you were within reach Eddie swung, a heavy punch that you narrowly dodged and attempted one of your own, except yours landed. Your fist slammed against his jaw, your knuckles splitting when you drew your fist back and dealt a second in succession, but the third was greedy. Eddie recovered, not that he needed much, and caught your wrist. He swiftly twisted your arm behind your back and kneed you down to the concrete, your face slamming into the ground and the feel of strain and tension searing through your shoulder making you let out a wheezy pain-filled laugh. You turned your head to look at him ignoring the friction burn you were surely scraping along your cheek in the process, a smile playing on your lips as you finally felt the blood lining your top lip, your nose pouring with it. You'd have to crack that back into place later.

"You know I like it rough."

His eyes filled with amusement, the smile he too allowed to spread across his lips reflecting that sickeningly pure joy. He loved having you pinned bloody and beaten beneath him, but more than anything he loved that you cracked a smile through the pain no matter the agony. It was one of few similarities between the two of you, but most definitely his favourite.

"Good, 'cause there's more where that came from."

He had your arms pinned behind your back, the other clasping the nape of your neck to snatch you harshly upright from the concrete, and you could feel how he was readying to slam you back down again. Fuck that. You swung your head back and slammed the back of your head into his face, the sudden force making Eddie loosen his grip enough for you to wiggle free and spin around to face him. He was clutching his nose while muttering curses under his breath, blood escaping from his nose and through the gaps between his fingers, dripping from his chin onto the floor below. Then, as the initial adrenaline began to subside, you felt a pounding sensation throughout the back of your head. You reached up to pass your hand over it for a moment and hissed as your palm lightly pressed down whilst you tried to blink away the fact that you were seeing doubles, then drew your hand back and raised it in front of your face to inspect it. No blood, but you'd have one hell of a concussion. It seemed Eddie came to just as quickly as you did, your eyes locking as you glared daggers at one another. He was the first to stand and practically lunge in your direction, an infernal rage in his eyes burning so bright that you were sure this would be it, he'd surely crush your throat if he got a hold of you, but you'd go out swinging. You quickly rose to your feet and leapt at him when he was within reach, tackling him to the ground and landing on top of him when his back collided with the ground, the solid wall of a man that he was cushioning your fall. He took a deep breath a little winded and you used the opportunity to bring your fist down onto him, once, twice, but the third was wishful thinking. It seemed bad things came in threes this evening. He raised his leg up under you and kicked you, a boot to the stomach so hard there was nothing beneath you before you knew it, until there was; and by hell did you know it. You landed awkwardly on the ledge of the rooftop, the immense pain coursing through your abdomen and the blood you seemed to be painting the ledge in with every cough sending what of your body was on over, and you slipped. You managed to grip the edge with both hands just as you felt the nothingness below you, wind rushing through your hair and the view of passing cars on the streets hundreds of feet below taunting you. It was a long way down, and the gnawing pain in the shoulder Eddie had busted was making it hard to keep a grip, a small scream escaping your lips as it only worsened the longer you held on for. Just then, there he was. He leaned over and hovered just above you to let out a small chuckle at the state you were in, his eyes following the way your fingers were slowly slipping further and further towards your demise.

"Well shit, looks like I'll get the last laugh after all, doll."

It was as you looked into his eyes that you felt it, pure unadulterated fear. You'd never felt anything like it in your life, had never been this close to death, and the place you were most likely going was nowhere good. You never thought you'd beg him for anything, but you began sputtering the pleas from your lips before your mind could stop you.

"Eddie, Eddie please! My arm, fuck I can't!"

Under any other circumstances seeing you beg for your life would've pleased him, made him laugh even, but his smile faded. The Comedian stopped laughing. You couldn't hold on any longer, frantic eyes fixed on his as you scrambled slightly before being forced to release your grip and prepare to feel yourself falling through the air, eyes screwing shut for a moment out of sheer panic. But you felt nothing. When you opened your eyes Eddie was leaning over the ledge, his hand tightly gripping yours. You thought he ought to have stamped your hands off at first, or simply let you fall to your death, but there was something strange circling in that man's eyes, something you couldn't quite recognise. He just couldn't let you die. He pulled you up and wrapped his arm around you as he lifted you and pressed you to him, allowing himself to fall back onto the rooftop and take you with him. As his back pressed up against the concrete you attempted to calm your hysterical breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he inhaled his own heavy, fatigued breaths. What could be distinguished as stars through the evening smog twinkled brightly overhead, the moon casting a light over one side of Eddie's face illuminating the scrapes and cuts you loved to mark one another with, and you dare say the two of you found your first moment of peace; of silence. Intoxicated with the adrenaline rush of a second chance at life at the hands of your own would-be killer you lifted your head from his chest to look at him, him too lowering his eyes to meet yours though they appeared to wander elsewhere from time to time, and you crashed your lips against his. It was reckless, and Eddie could've sent your ass tumbling over the roof again, but he didn't. His lips moved back against yours hard enough to bruise, his tongue forcefully pushing into your mouth as your slightly blood-filled mouths began to mix, both coating each other's tongues with that salty metallic mixture. It was a goddamn mess.

"You're so fucking pretty, sweetheart." Eddie whispered between your bloody kisses, the surprisingly gentle flattery making you laugh against his lips.

"I always knew you had a thing for me." You teased, the comment prompting him to bring his hand down onto your ass hard and send a loud smack sound ringing through the air; that'd leave a mark.

You jolted a little as you bit down on your lip and felt the sting prickling across your skin, the warning stare he shot you and the dangerously dark smile forming on his lips reminding you of how vulnerable of a position you were in.

"This doesn't change anything, doll. Just a little fun."

He flipped you so that it was your back now pressed against the cold ground and he was hovering above you, one of his hands trailing from your breasts down to your stomach, and then further until he was skimming his fingers over your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you shamefully needed him more than ever. Eddie gripped your thigh, squeezing the flesh and revelling in the small moan that slipped past your lips from the smallest of touch.

"You keep up with making noises like that and you're gonna be the death a' me in more ways than one."

He brought your legs further up onto his lap, angling you so that he could work a hand behind your back in search of your costume's zipper. He started tugging it down the moment he felt it against his fingers, the form-fitting material of your bodysuit spreading out slowly over your back and exposing your skin to the freezing skyline chill. When the zipper stopped just above your behind Eddie was eager to reach around the front to start peeling it off you, your body arching to assist him with the removal. He tsked as he reached your hips, your legs hung over his lap stopping him from dragging the material down your legs.

"You ladies and your damn costumes, legs up."

You weren't the type to take orders, especially from that of Edward Blake, but you were for tonight. You drew your legs back and raised them allowing him to drag the gathered fabric down your legs, carelessly tossing it aside leaving you in nothing but the g-string that hardly constituted as underwear and the garter belt laid over the top, your stockings fastened to the clips. His eyes lit up at your taste in panties, and a throaty chuckle escaped his throat.

"You always been such a nasty slut?" He rasped as he dug a finger beneath some of the material situated on your hips and pinged it against your skin, the elasticated sting making you wince.

It was clear Eddie took no prisoners even when it came to that of intimacy, his fingers impatiently fiddling with the comically large buckled belt resting across his hips and tossing it aside once he got it undone, his fingers pulling his zipper down and wedging into the waistband of his pants to push them down afterwards, letting the material sit just below his hips. Almost irritated he dug his fingers into the front of your panties and tore them clean off, the rip of the lace and the sudden exposure to the cold almost causing your legs to attempt to snap shut and a surprised gasp leave your lips, but your legs draped either side of his hips meant you could do no such thing.

"Eddie!" You scolded as he discarded your ruined panties, the look he shot you once he turned his attention back towards you sending a chill down your spine.

He was grinning, the blood drying beneath his nose and decorating other parts of his face making for one hell of a mess, and making his amusement all the more sinister. It was now that it occurred to you that giving yourself to the comedian was like selling your soul to the devil. Eddie was a cruel, callous bastard who would do with your body as he pleased, and you were opening yourself up to whatever sadistic torment he had in store for you, but what really frightened you? You weren't sure you cared. He roughly grasped your hip with one hand, the other digging into one side of his pants as he pushed them down until he'd entirely freed himself, his cock springing free and leaving you barely able to spare a glance as he immediately leaned into the space between your spread legs and took hold of your other hip, his calloused fingers digging into your sides as he lined himself up and practically slammed inside you. He gave you no time to adjust, giving his first thrust with no mercy for the way you were still getting used to the stretch around him, the sharp pain making you wince and grip his forearm, your fingernails digging into his skin as you squirmed beneath him.

"What, can't take it now, sweetheart? Thought you liked it rough." He punctuated his taunting words with another hard, merciless thrust, your eyes screwing shut as you let out a pain-filled moan.

"That was when we were beating the shit out of each other, Eddie." You forced through your desperate and strained breaths, the reminder of the violence you shared only minutes ago making him smile a little and run his tongue over his bloody bottom lip.

"Fighting, fucking, same damn thing." He leaned down to capture your lips before you could argue with him, the groan that he breathed into your mouth as he gave another deep, bottomless thrust mixing with your own muffled, high-pitched moan.

He tasted like cigars, the facial hair dusting his top lip skimming over your lips as he stole the air right out of your lungs and exchanged it for his own. Eddie's lips moved against yours until he pulled back and used his bruising grip on your hips to flip you onto your stomach, his hands immediately readjusting onto your hips and bringing your ass upright making your back arch, and then he was inside you again. You flattened your palms against the concrete as you tried to come to terms with the new unforgiving angle, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing throughout the evening air as did the moans you could no longer suppress, the noise only seeming to further spur him on to bury himself inside you over and over. Then his hand was in your hair, wrapping it around his leather fingerless gloves and using the grip on your hair to jerk your head backwards only arching you further, his hips bucking up as he utilised the newfound angle.

"Oh fuck, Eddie!" You cried through pleasure filled sobs, tears trickling down your cheeks from the mixture of the searing burn in your scalp and the way he fucked into you so ruthlessly.

Even then you somehow found yourself needing more, and so did he. He leaned into you and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking marks into your skin that would be a deep violet in only a matter of hours and lightly biting with his teeth, still tugging your hair all the while. Eddie was branding you. You'd have to sport these marks on your neck for weeks along with the other bruises and cuts that you'd earned from the way he'd manhandled you moments prior, not that now was any different. It just felt better. But only the two of you would know the man those marks pertained to, and you'd have to hear him taunting you about it anytime you run into him from here on out. Your thoughts were interrupted as he brought his free hand against your ass with a hard smack, the biting sting spreading through your skin making your eyes water once more, though the cry filled whimper that escaped your lips told a different story. He chuckled darkly at the sound you made, his chest plate pressed up against your back and lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispered.

"You gotta let me hurt you like this more often." He teased, still pushing your buttons even when he was so deep in you you could hardly think straight.

"Fuck you." You spat back, though Eddie didn't seem to care much for your protest as he gripped your jaw and moved your head so your mouth could sloppily meet his, your lips parting more submissively than you'd like to admit as his tongue slipped past your lips.

He could still taste your blood on your tongue, his mouth claiming yours and groaning against your lips as he did, and then he pulled back. He unwrapped your hair from his hand and let you fall back towards the concrete, feebly propping yourself on your arms as he gripped your hips again and picked up the pace of his hard thrusts, the spot he was driving into over and over making your legs quiver. It was no surprise when your orgasm crashed over you, your palms instinctively flattening against the ground as the occasional minute stone dug into your palm, the way your breath caught in your throat before you let out a long, pleased moan making him all the more eager. His hips started to stutter whilst a low grunt rumbled from his throat, and he managed to pull out just in time to shoot hot wet spurts on your inner thigh, his hand resting at the top of your ass as he watched the droplets dribble down your thigh and slightly pool on the concrete at the inner side of your knee. Too weak to hold yourself up any longer and having already pushed your injured shoulder to the limit you let yourself drop to the ground, the side of your face smushed against the roof as you tried to steady your breathing, Eddie too slumping against your back but propping himself up enough that he wouldn't crush you with his weight.

"That was almost as fun as kicking your ass." You teased once you'd gathered yourself, the comment making him scoff and lift himself to move off of you, readjusting his costume and tucking himself back into his pants.

"Someone's ass still got mighty kicked." He retorted and gave your abused ass a firm slap just to remind you, the sound it drew from you making him chuckle.

You winced from the sharp pain and dreaded the thought of catching a glimpse of whatever he'd done to you back there in the mirror later, to your whole body really. Gathering what was left of your dignity you picked yourself up and slipped your bodysuit back on, the way the material clung to your afflicted skin doing you no favours, and the embarrassing reminder that you were now pantyless thanks to The Comedian as the material uncomfortably lined your crotch. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him when you were done, a lit cigar now balancing between his lips just as it had when you first laid eyes on him earlier in the night, though he looked much more dishevelled now. There was a thin sheen of sweat on some parts of his face, stray strands of hair falling from the way his hair was somewhat swept back and curling at either side of his forehead. Blood had dried above his top lip from when you'd given him quite the nose bleed, some on his teeth which you could only make out when he closed his fingers around the cigar and removed it from his lips, grabbing your chin to guide your lips towards his, smashing his mouth against yours. He used the opportunity to fill your mouth with cigar smoke until it was almost like breathing him in, humming a small moan against his lips from the sensation before Eddie let go of your chin and pulled back. He cracked a cocky smile as he watched you exhale the smoke once your lips had parted, the hubris in his expression only heightened that much more by the eye mask that encircled his eyes.

"See you around, doll."

He murmured before setting his cigar back between his lips and heading back through the way he came, the metal door slamming shut behind him.

#jeffrey dean morgan #jeffrey dean morgan smut #comedian #edward blake #edwardblake x reader #watchmen #watchmen 2009 #comedian x reader #watchmencomedian

[twignotstick]

So I saw an ask from @probably-not-a-rutabaga

Got sad, decided I should write sad

Here we are :,)

Words: 1,403

Warnings: Major character death (tho its implied it happened offscreen, so more just major character dead?), Grief/Mourning, general sad vibes [if there's anything missing here, tell me please!]

Other tags: tmnt: aberration, turtle tots (kinda?), sad turtle pile, all the kiddos are sad, not my characters, hurt/little comfort, bittersweet ending, no beta we die like- uh- :|

Summary: Leo finds something he never wanted to find.

Splinter hadn't left his bed for weeks.

It was no secret that he was sick. Leo had tried to keep that secret, but his brothers weren't stupid. They knew what it looked like when someone was sick. They had all been sick before.

They had just never seen it get this bad.

Leo tried to keep up hope, but every day was more terrifying than the last. Every time Splinter would start coughing, hold his eyes tightly shut and shake his head, or even just trip, Leo would be terrified. He just couldn't tell what moment would be his father's last. He didn't want it to happen. He wanted Splinter to be there for his life; for his little brothers'.

Donnie had been working tirelessly on a project, despite Leo's better judgment. Part of him wanted to scold his little brother for barely sleeping in favor of working, but the other, smarter part of him knew this was just how Donnie coped. Working until the bad thoughts don't feel so bad anymore. That was why, when Donnie was finally done, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Donnie's biggest project to date; a fully operational game console. Sure, it was an old Game Boy with only a cartridge of Tetris, but Donnie had saved it. He found it tossed in with some other miscellaneous materials Leo had grabbed from the surface, but it was completely unplayable then. The screen didn't work, and the sound (what little did play through the scratchy speakers) obviously didn't match up with the inputs. But somehow, with scraped together materials and a couple months of work, Donnie made it good as new. It even got a new coat of paint with Mikey's help.

Donnie was so proud when it was done, and all of his brothers gathered around to see it boot up for the first time and take turns playing.

Leo thought that Dad might like to see it, too. Maybe even take a turn.

“Dad?”

Leo shifted on his feet in the doorway, facing the dark room where his father had been for the past eternity. He saw his father's form laying under the blankets, but didn't get a response, as usual.

So he continued.

“Donnie finally finished the Game Boy. The one he told you about? It works perfect now!”

Splinter laid still.

“We all took turns playing Tetris. Donnie was really good at it.” He snorted under his breath. “We had to keep Raph from throwing it when he got mad. He wasn't that great at it…”

Silence.

“Mikey drew some really pretty designs on the back with the markers we found! They're all swirly and stuff.”

Again, silence.

“I thought you might want a go? I know you said you aren't that good with phones, but I thought…”

Too much silence.

“...Dad?”

Hesitantly, Leo approached his father's bedside. The sheets were laid neatly, just like when he had tucked Splinter in a few days ago.

A cup of water, left for Splinter to drink that day, was undisturbed on his bedside table.

Slowly, Leo lifted his hands to lay them on his father's arm beneath the sheets. He shook Splinter gently, just enough to wake him. He needs to drink, he thought, or he won't get better.

When Splinter's face stayed turned away, Leo started getting frustrated. “Dad, you need to at least look at me.”

Splinter did not turn, nor did he wake.

Leo sighed, then started climbing onto the mattress. Splinter had the nicest bed of all of them, but it was also the springiest, so it took a second for Leo to fully get his balance. Especially when he was trying to fit in the small space between his father and the edge of the bed. However, he was able to settle on his knees and look down at his father.

Splinter's face was lying to the side, and his dark hair was laid about on the pillowcase. He had neglected to cut or even brush it, so it was somewhat knotted at certain points. His eyes were closed softly, and his mouth slightly open.

His chest wasn't moving.

Leo reached over and hovered his hand in front of his father's mouth, checking for a breath.

Nothing.

“Splinter?”

He placed a small hand on Splinter's neck, searching for a pulse.

Nothing.

“Dad?!”

Leo grabbed his father's head with his hands, shaking it gently. Just enough to wake him up.

Splinter did not wake.

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At first, Donnie wasn't sure of what he heard. He turned the Game Boy in his hands off and lifted his head, seeing if he could find the source.

“What was that for?” Raph huffed, shoving into Donnie's side. Donnie put his hand palm out toward Raph in response, still not turned to look at him.

They sat silently for a moment, then Mikey spoke. “You were doing so-” Donnie covered his mouth to shut him up.

There it was. A sob, a sniffle, coming from elsewhere in the lair.

Leo was crying.

There was no need for words; in an instant, all three brothers were on their feet and getting out of the pit. Donnie was the first one to reach their father's doorframe. There he stopped, halting his brothers behind him.

Leo was curled over Splinter's body, holding it to his chest. With every shaking sob, he would clutch the body closer. Like he was scared to let go.

Donnie turned to face his younger brothers. “G-go back to the pit.”

“What? Why?” Raph spat.

“I said, go b-back to the p-pit.”

“But Leo's crying, and-” Mikey's eyes filled with realization, and he clasped his hands over his mouth as his eyes started to water.

“Go back to the pit!”

“FINE!” Raph hissed, grabbing Mikey's arm to drag him away. “Not like Leo would even want us there anyway.”

“But- But Papa-”

“He doesn't care, Mikey.”

Mikey's tears finally spilled when they were out of Donnie's eyesight. Breathing deeply, he turned to see his big brother in despair.

He approached the bed quietly, knowing that Leo had already heard their argument. Hesitantly, he crawled up onto the springy bed and took a place behind his brother. Leo was clearly trying to stop crying, now that he had a brother to be strong for.

Silently, Donnie reached under the covers to find Splinter's wrist, if only to confirm what he knew to be true.

Something in him screamed to leave- to run away. Maybe he could find some way to fix this. But the better part of him knew that the best thing- no, the only thing he could do was work to fix what was left.

So he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around his shaking brother, letting his weight ground him. Then, he let himself break.

Leo broke the silence.

“I don't know what to do, Donnie.”

He finally lifted his head and turned, letting Donnie see his reddened eyes just a bit. He couldn't look straight at his little brother.

Donnie inhaled deeply and hugged Leo tighter.

“You do what you c-can, r-right?”

They sat like that for a while. Leo holding onto the body in the bed, Donnie holding onto him. The shedding of tears wasn't addressed.

Eventually Donnie caught another sound, just barely coming from behind him. A shuffle, and a sniff. Weight fell onto the bed. It could be mistaken for one, but Donnie knew it was two. Raph's face, soaking wet, appeared to Donnie's right before flopping onto Leo's shell.

Mikey came up on his left, crawling up further. Donnie tried to grab the lip of his shell, but the smaller shook it off easily. He laid himself down right next to their father, grabbing his face and holding their foreheads together.

“Its okay Papa,” Mikey whispered, as Leo rested a hand on his shell. “W-we're here now…”

Leo's breath hitched, but he grabbed Mikey and pulled him closer. Raph leaned deeper in the space between Donnie and Leo, and Donnie took that as a reason to wrap his arm around the turtle. The only one that could bare to look at their father now was Mikey, though it was through a curtain of tears.

The hiccups and sobs started to fade. Four little turtles laid there and wept, soaking in what warmth their father had left before it all melted away.

As all things must.

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Hehehe

Again, these aren't my characters!! They belong to @probably-not-a-rutabaga 's awesome TMNT iteration, abberation! This fic is also just my take on how the turtles could have found out about Splinter's passing. That I wrote like, so fast-

I promise I don't just write sad stuff like this, but I just got inspired and couldn't control it. So, this is the first thing on my tumblr writing portfolio. My iteration (still unnamed, sadly) is more psychological introspective nonsense and spookiness with a sprinkling of sad, which is more my usual writing style! And still in the works,,

So in summary, check out tmnt: aberration, and thanks for reading this sad fic that actually made me tear up writing it! hahahhhaha

#tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt iteration #tmnt aberration #tmnt fanfiction #raph rly went: she dont love you no more! 😡 #more aberration stuff to come probably #im gonna be over here crying #twig writes

[songbirdseung]

arguments / en- hyung line🤍

Argument with Heeseung

Y/N couldn't help but feel frustrated as they stared at Heeseung, their argument heating up. "Heeseung, you never listen to me! It's like my opinions don't matter!"

Y/N and Heeseung had been high school sweethearts, sharing dreams and aspirations. Their love was the kind that felt unbreakable, and they had always believed they could conquer anything together. However, as the years passed and Heeseung's music career took off, they found themselves drifting apart.

It wasn't just the late nights at the studio; it was the missed dinners, canceled plans, and the fact that Heeseung always seemed preoccupied even when he was physically present. Y/N had tried to be supportive, cheering Heeseung on in his pursuits, but the emotional distance between them had become undeniable.

The argument began one chilly evening when Heeseung had promised to spend time with Y/N, only to send a message saying he had to stay late at the studio once again. Y/N felt a mixture of loneliness, frustration, and fear that they were losing the closeness they once shared.

"Why are you always putting your work before us, Heeseung?" Y/N's voice trembled with hurt as they stood in their dimly lit living room. "I feel like I'm not even a priority in your life anymore."

Heeseung sighed, frustrated by the weight of Y/N's words and the guilt that had been building up inside him. He knew he was hurting the person he loved the most. "Y/N, this is my dream," he said, his voice softer but tinged with sadness. "I thought you'd understand that sometimes I have to make sacrifices for it."

Their argument was fueled by their love, both passionate and stubborn. Y/N wanted more time together, craving the connection they had lost, while Heeseung struggled to balance his career, a dream he had worked so hard to achieve, with their relationship, which meant the world to him. It was a clash of priorities, dreams, and emotions that neither of them wanted to let go of, but they knew they needed to find a way to bridge the growing gap between them.

Argument with Jay

Y/N and Jay had always been known among their friends as the fiercely independent couple. They both cherished their individuality and freedom, which was what initially drew them together. Their relationship was marked by passionate love and unwavering support, but it also had its moments of tension.

The latest argument had been building up for a while. Jay had been invited to a party by a close friend, and he was excited to attend. However, the party was on the same night as their monthly date night, a tradition they had maintained for years. Jay felt torn but ultimately decided to accept the invitation, believing that Y/N would understand his need for personal space.

When Jay broke the news to Y/N, it didn't go as he had expected. Y/N had been looking forward to their date night, which was their cherished time to reconnect and share their thoughts and dreams. Hearing that Jay wanted to skip it felt like a blow to Y/N's heart.

"You can't expect me to be at your beck and call all the time, Y/N," Jay argued, his tone sharper than he had intended.

Y/N felt hurt and ignored. The tears welled up in their eyes as they tried to explain, "It's not about that, Jay. It's about wanting you to include me in your life. We used to be so close, and I just don't want us to drift apart."

Their argument was a testament to their strong-willed natures. Jay needed space to maintain his individuality and friendships outside the relationship, while Y/N needed reassurance that they were still a priority in Jay's life. It was a challenging balance they had to strike in their relationship, one that they both knew was worth fighting for.

Argument with Jake

Jake and Y/N had been together for a while, and their relationship was marked by Jake's playful and mischievous nature. He had a knack for making Y/N laugh even on the toughest days, and his humor was one of the things Y/N loved most about him. However, lately, Y/N had been feeling overwhelmed.

It had been a particularly trying day for Y/N. Work stress, personal issues, and a general feeling of exhaustion had left Y/N emotionally drained. When they came home, they hoped to find solace in Jake's company. But as soon as Y/N walked through the door, Jake greeted them with a teasing remark about something trivial.

Usually, Y/N would have laughed it off, but today was different. Y/N's emotional reservoir was already overflowing, and the teasing comment felt like the last straw. Tears welled up in their eyes as they confronted Jake.

"You never take anything seriously, Jake!" Y/N exclaimed, their voice quivering with a mix of frustration and sadness. "I can't always handle your constant teasing, especially not today."

Jake, seeing the tears in Y/N's eyes, immediately regretted his words. He had no idea that Y/N was going through such a tough time. He tried to apologize, but his words seemed inadequate in the face of Y/N's hurt.

Y/N was too hurt and overwhelmed to listen to Jake's apologies at that moment. The argument that ensued wasn't just about the comment but also about the accumulated stress and feelings they had both been carrying. It became a turning point in their relationship, highlighting their need for better communication and a deeper understanding of each other's emotional needs.

Argument with Sunghoon

Y/N and Sunghoon had been dating for a while, and their relationship had always been marked by intense passion and affection. However, lately, Y/N had been struggling with a growing sense of insecurity. Sunghoon was not just good-looking, but also incredibly friendly and outgoing. It was a quality that had drawn Y/N to him in the first place, but it had also become a source of jealousy.

One evening, they were at a social gathering when Y/N noticed Sunghoon engrossed in conversation with a charming girl. They were laughing and seemed to be having a great time. Y/N tried to suppress the gnawing feeling of jealousy, but it grew stronger with each passing minute.

As the evening wore on, Y/N's emotions bubbled to the surface. Unable to contain the jealousy and insecurity any longer, Y/N confronted Sunghoon. Their voices were hushed, but the tension in the air was palpable.

"Why are you always so friendly with everyone?" Y/N's voice trembled with a mixture of hurt and frustration. "Am I not enough for you?"

Sunghoon was caught off guard, his gaze shifting from Y/N to the girl he had been talking to. He never intended to hurt Y/N or make them feel this way. He knew he had a friendly nature, but he had never meant for it to cause such doubt in their relationship.

"You know I love you, Y/N," Sunghoon said softly, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I can't control who I talk to. It doesn't mean I love you any less."

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[practically-an-x-man]

Shadows and Fallen Stars (Nikoletta x Abner)

Summary: Nikoletta and Abner share their experiences in STAR Labs

Tags: post-TSS, established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of abusive families, needles, experimentation, happy ending

Word Count: 3k ____

She was cold again.

It happened a lot. Really, she was cold all the time, but sometimes it shifted from the usual disregarded half-chill into something deeper, impossible to ignore. Back in Belle Reve, that had meant nothing at all. She could find herself a cup of coffee if she was lucky, but usually there was nothing to do but wait it out.

The worst of that was that it hurt. Being so cold, for so long, knowing it couldn't kill you but also could never be cured... it wasn't just the cold itself that hurt, but how constant it was.

Here, there was more she could do. Here she could make a cup of tea, a pot of soup, wrap herself up with blankets and a heating pad to try and imbue herself with a little more life. She had a few more options. Finding genuine warmth was still effectively a pipe dream, but at least she didn't have to sit and wallow in the chill like she used to.

Nikoletta picked herself up from the bed, throwing one of the blankets around her shoulders as she stood up.

The apartment was a shoebox. It was hardly bigger than her old cell back in Belle Reve. But at least it was hers, genuinely hers, under her name and paid for in an entirely legal manner. That was new for her. She wasn't quite sure she was fond of it yet. Her life in Belle Reve, even her life on the streets before, were both so much simpler than everything she had to balance in this so-called "real world". More painful, yes, but... simpler.

Still shivering, she ducked through the doorway and squinted at the sunlight that pooled in the living room beyond. It had been darker in the bedroom than she realized. Maybe that had contributed to the chill. The shadows usually did.

Abner was stretched out sideways on the couch, propped up only enough to look at the old TV across the room. The picture was fuzzy and the screen was small, but... it was a TV. Still more than she'd had in either of her prior lives.

"Hey," he mumbled, turning his body to look at her with gentle eyes. Nikoletta offered him about as much of a smile as she could muster, which wasn't much.

If there was anything that coaxed a little more of a smile from her, it was the sight of him sprawled out on the couch like he was. When they'd first arrived here, months ago, he'd taken to perching on the very end of it, knees tucked up tight to his chest like he was afraid to take up space. He'd opened up slowly, little by little, but this was the first she'd seen where he completely, unabashedly let himself be comfortable here. Or... anywhere, really.

He looked healthier, too. The exhausted bags under his eyes had lessened, though not entirely disappeared, and his frame had filled out from malnutrition-gaunt to merely slender. A bit of dark stubble clung to his jaw, drawing attention to his impressive bone structure. And he was smiling. That expression alone contributed to a lot.

"Hey," Nikoletta responded, trying to match his gentle tone. She slid into the armchair at her right and drew her legs up, trying to pull in a little more warmth. "What're you watching?"

"I dunno. Reruns." Abner replied, almost sighing the words. The shift in topic had him looking a little lost in thought, and Nikoletta frowned.

"You okay?"

The Queen of Belle Reve would never have asked a question like that. The Queen of Belle Reve would never have spoken so softly. The Queen of Belle Reve would have told herself she didn't care about the crease that had appeared between Abner's dark brows.

She knew that expression. That was the face he wore when he was walking back through memories - and not all of them pleasant. Nikoletta pressed her lips together. She wondered how many placidities she'd have to stumble through before she could get to what was really on his mind.

"The lab?" she asked, unable to help herself. The crease between his eyebrows deepened for a moment, but Abner nodded.

"My mom used to like this show," he said, his eyes flashing back to the TV for a moment, "We'd watch it all together on the weekends. Me and my brothers and sisters, all piled in on the couch. Mom got her own chair, of course."

"You weren't... locked up?"

"No. Not usually." he answered, seemingly oblivious to how bluntly the question had left her lips, "Only when she took us down to treatment. Otherwise we just stayed in her floor of the building. It was like an apartment. There wasn't a lot to do, so we made up games."

Abner paused, dropping his eyes to the floor. The expression on his face... Nikoletta wanted to reach for him. But she twisted her fingers into the folds of the blanket, unable to move.

"And then they started getting sick." he finally continued. His voice was heavy with emotion. His dark eyes darted around the room wildly before settling on the TV. "And we couldn't play games like we used to. Everyone was so tired all the time... we could barely remember what the rules were. Some of them got really mean, too. We'd have arguments over everything. So eventually we just... gave up and watched TV instead. All crowded in on the couch."

That explained why he'd been so contained when they first arrived. He wouldn't let himself claim space now because he'd never been allowed to before. He got one tiny corner of the sofa, squished in with the rest of his family, and he thought that was what he deserved.

"Sometimes that was all we could do." Abner said, eyes still fixed on the TV like he'd entered some sort of trance, "We were just so... so tired. I still get tired now, but it was worse back then. I don't even know how long we were there, it's just... blurry. I just remember being crammed in with everyone else, watching old reruns of this show none of us really cared about."

It seemed wrong to feel jealous. He'd been through something terrible. So terrible that he still saw echoes of his mother almost everywhere he went.

But at least he hadn't gone through it alone. At least he had something like a normal life while he went through it. A couch, a TV, a family. Dysfunctional or not, it was more than Nikoletta had ever been given.

"And then Sven died. There was a little more room on the couch after that. But nobody moved," Abner continued, still lost in his thoughts. His eyes were distant, staring years into the past. "Then Deanna. And Maggie escaped. Mom was angry for a long time when that happened. I just remember wondering why she hadn't gotten the rest of us out with her. Maybe she thought Mom would come after us if we all went together. But she just left us."

He let out a deep sigh, his breath trembling faintly as if he were holding back a flood of emotion.

"The couch felt so empty with them gone. And my mom just... didn't care. She said the others were weak, and we were better because we were stronger than them. We were better because we stayed. But I... I didn't feel strong. And I didn't want to stay." he admitted, "And I... I burned it down. With the dots. I just wanted to make a distraction, but they- they hit one of the power generators and the whole building went up. They locked me up before I could figure out if any of my siblings made it out of there. I still don't know."

"I'm sorry," Nikoletta finally found her voice, but winced at how pitifully inept the words sounded, "I'm... I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. I'll find out someday," Abner decided, the haunted look gradually fading from his eyes, "How- how was it for you? The lab?"

Nikoletta shook her head with a grimace. Her own set of memories burned behind her eyes, demons awoken and dancing like something out of Fantasia. She wished they'd go back to bed. She still couldn't stop the shivering.

"Not like that." she forced herself to answer. He'd shared his story, after all. It was only fair she shared hers. She took a deep breath, forcing steel into her tone. It was the only way she'd make it through this. "They had me in a cell. Alone. I had a cot, and a toilet, but that was about it. No TV. No siblings. Nothing to pass the time. It was almost like the cells in Belle Reve."

As she spoke, she found herself tucking her limbs more tightly in. It felt as if even speaking the words made her colder - like her memories were even more soaked in shadow than the present.

"They'd take me down to one of the labs for their experiments. I still don't know what all they injected me with. I blocked most of it out. I just know that it... it hurt. And after the first few rounds... I learned to fight back." she continued. The words were stilted, like reading from a teleprompter, but that was the only way she could make herself continue. If she slowed down, even for a moment, the story would never leave her lips again.

"The first time I fought, I landed half the guards in the hospital. Broken arms, scratched corneas. I even bit a guy. From what I heard, he had to get a tetanus shot, just to be safe. That one felt good. I grew up on the streets, I wasn't above fighting dirty," she said, a rare flicker of pride entering her voice before dying out again, "So they started pumping gas into the chamber before they came to get me. So I couldn't fight back."

She still remembered the feeling - just conscious enough to feel afraid, but too dazed to fight back. Just tethered enough to her own body to feel the bruising grip of the guards as they dragged her out of her cell, but hardly able to move her limbs for all the drugs they made her inhale.

"They waited for it to wear off before they started the tests. Said they didn't want to skew the data." she sighed, rubbing at the silvery track marks that ran down her arms like waterfalls against her dark skin. So many needles. She couldn't count all the tests they'd done on her before the shadows finally stuck.

"It was like one big, endless paradox." Nikoletta continued after another moment, "They had a whole team of scientists, used these machines that had to cost millions, but they said they didn't have the funding to feed me every day. They ran tests wondering why my body temperature had dropped almost into hypothermia, but they kept my cell too cold and kept pumping those shadows into me. They complained that I hardly talked, that they couldn't fix my problems if I didn't tell them what they were, but they wouldn't even speak to me by my name. They just called me by this serial number."

She remembered the number, of course, but she couldn't bring herself to repeat it. That would have been too much. She wasn't their little project anymore. She never would be again. That number belonged to a broken girl in a cage, and she was not that girl.

"I was there for... a month, I think?" Nikoletta concluded, "They did tests every few days. Finally the shadows just... stuck, and I learned how to use them, and I got out of there. Never went back."

Her shivers had turned to shudders, racking her body in ripples of chill and pained memories. The room was silent for far too long, save only for the low, tinny crackle of the TV in the background. Nikoletta looked up just long enough to notice Abner's eyes on her, dark and flooded with something like pity.

For the briefest instant, she was hit with a well of hot red anger. She didn't want to be pitied. She'd had enough of that when she first left the lab. There was a reason she'd built up such a reputation for herself. Power was better than pity.

But Nikoletta caught herself bristling and paused. This wasn't pity. She knew this wasn't pity. Abner had never pitied her like the others did. This was... something gentler. Empathy. Concern.

"Are you still cold?" his voice, quiet and hesitant like it used to be, pushed through that silence like a searchlight through a pea-soup fog. His dark eyes danced over her figure, taking in her cramped and trembling frame.

"Always."

"Want to... um, want to come lay down? Here?" Abner offered, shifting on the couch to make room.

"No, it's okay, I was just-"

She stopped mid-sentence. Why was she refusing?

Was it because she thought it wouldn't help? No. Organic warmth was about the only thing that chased off the shadows, she'd learned. It had plagued her for years. It was only recently, very recently, that she could allow herself that luxury.

Was it because she didn't want to be close to him? Of course not. Physical touch scared her as much as it did warm her, but she liked being near him. And he didn't seem to care that her skin was always a little too cold to be pleasant.

She knew it would help, much more than other fixes like a cup of tea or an extra blanket. And she knew she wanted to be close to him, frightening as that thought was. Maybe... maybe that was why she refused. Not because she knew it wouldn't help, but that she was scared of how well it would. She didn't want to rely on anyone else.

Besides, she could see what he was really asking. Behind the initial offer was something else. Something for him. He said "let me warm you" at the same time he said "crowd this empty space for me". He needed it too.

"Nik?"

"Okay," she surrendered, shaking off the last of her thoughts and sliding onto the sofa with the blanket still wrapped around her. Abner shifted a little, sorting out the tangle of limbs when she first laid down beside him, then wrapped her in his arms.

And Nikoletta burst into tears.

It was almost a reflex at this point. She'd been so deprived of touch for so long, years on end, that she didn't seem to know what to do with it when it came. Emotions flooded her with something as simple as a brush of the hand.

And the influx of memories certainly couldn't have helped.

To his credit, Abner didn't so much as flinch when the crying started. Now three months in, he was more than used to this odd little reflex of hers, and didn't let it faze him. He just tightened his grip and ducked his head, surrounding her with his touch.

Nikoletta twisted around and pressed her face into his chest, waiting for her tears to subside. It was more of a nuisance than anything else, by now. Abner ran his hand in smooth circles over her back, all too patient with her.

Moments like this made her feel small. She was still warming up to the concept. There was a part of her that felt scrutinized, like an animal in a glass enclosure, powerless in a way that she never wanted to feel again. There was a reason she made herself so untouchable back in Belle Reve. It was impossible to feel small when she was at the top of the food chain.

But here was something new. She felt small, but she felt safe. Protected. That was... strange. Very strange. Yet she couldn't get enough of it.

"Warming up?" Abner murmured. His voice was quiet, though missing the hesitance she'd begun to grow familiar with. Nikoletta nodded against his chest. She'd been so lost in thought that she'd almost forgotten the cold. And now, finally warm in a way that had seemed impossible for years, she found herself growing faintly drowsy. She wondered how long it had been since she'd last slept peacefully. Far too long, to say the least.

"Maybe we should get a cat," he added after a few more minutes. Nikoletta lifted her head enough to shoot him a confused look. Abner lifted his eyebrows - the impression of a shrug without jostling her. She wondered where he'd picked that up.

"You said organic warmth helps, right? Living things. So I mean... we could get a cat. And it could curl up on your lap when you're chilly. Keep you warm," he explained, then tilted his head, "Or a dog. But I'm more of a cat person."

"We can't afford a cat." Nikoletta mumbled.

"We could find the money. I'm sure we could." Abner insisted, though a note of that familiar hesitance had crept back into his voice. It was better than shutting down entirely. When they'd first begun living together, even something as simple as a discussion over dinner plans or TV channels would send him into a painful silence, and he'd fold in on himself. There was no separation between mild disagreement and total shutdown. He wasn't used to his voice being heard at all. But he'd gotten better.

"And it... it would help. I really think it would," he concluded, nearly whispering.

"A stray for a couple of strays?" Nikoletta replied. A faint smile crept onto her face at the thought. This little... not-quite-family was continuing to grow. She didn't mind it.

"Heh. Yeah," Abner agreed, ducking his head to kiss her temple, "A stray for a couple of strays."

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

I saw your "The I.M.P family finding out your Girlfriend abuses you." and i thought it was great. so, if it's not too much trouble, could you do some where instead of I.M.P., could you do it for others, such as the Hazbin Family, Goetias, and/or Overlords? I just love your work and how you just NAIL these characters, and I'm just so intrigued on how other characters would react to this kind of scenario. I also have more ideas, so please message me for the ideas. love the stories and i love you.

Hazbin hotel family finding out your Girlfriend Abuses you

You walked back into the Hotel, forced to slam the door to keep out the increasing harsh winds.

You'd left to get a few things, but ended up taking a lot longer than you'd intended.

You entered the loby, various bags of groceries stuffed in both arms.

As you fumbled with the door, Angel walked in, the large arachnid clearly bored as he wondered the Hotel, a lazy expression upon his face.

Upon seeing you, he immediately lit up. "Aye kid, good to see ya back!" he said all to cheerfully, walking up to meet you halfway.

You made it to the front desk/Hotel Bar together, placing your groceries down with a heave before you looked them over. "Hey Angel, whats up?" You huffed, glancing up at the Arachnid.

Angel looked down at you, patiently waiting before he cocked his hip and asked, "Did ya' get it?"

You paused, looking up at him your raised a brow. Angel stared right back, extending a hand before asking, "Dah Vodka and Cream?"

You instantly sighed, running a hand down your face.

"I'm so sorry Angel, I totally forgot." You groaned, clutching your head, clearly frustrated with yourself.

Angel looked down at you, thoughts swirling in his head.

You were an odd case.

Youd showed up to the Hotel not long after that "Grand Opening" and while you had no intention of being redeemed. You made it clear, you wanted to help.

Apparently you'd spent much of your mortal life volunteering with charities and aid groups, going to war zones and such.

Regardless, it was impressive how much you seemed to know about helping people, Charlie eagerly hiring you to work at the hotel.

From there you seemed to fit right in. You were a practical person, letting minor things slide, while calling out the big stuff, finding a healthy balance. Kind of like the neutral ground between Charlie's blind optimism and Vaggies utter bitterness.

Angel cocked a hip, giving a little shrug.

"Aw well, getter next time." Angel told ya, leaning against the bar. "Where were ya anyways, you was gone for hours. Thought ya was just getting some things and coming back?" He asked, peaking into your grocery bags.

You released an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Yeah, I was. But since I was out, I figured I'd stop by my place and grab a few things I'd forgotten. Aaannnd..." You drew the word out, looking away. "My girlfriend was there. We... we ended up talking for a bit. That's about it."

You looked anxious telling him as much, the spider quickly smiling. "All ya did was talk?" He asked, practically purring in your ear.

You quickly stepped away from him. "Yeah... just talked..." You said with such a somber tone the spider couldn't help but worry.

"Ya know, now dat I thinks about it." he began, doing his best to lighten the mood. "Ya ain't told me much about dat girlfriend of you's. Wat gives, I thought we wuz friends."

Angel always played up his accent when he was trying to lighten the mood. He knew you loved it.

You chuckled, the sound seeming to clear the air just a bit. "Well that's for a good reason." You told him coldly, taking a seat and leaning against the bar.

"She works for an overlord." You told him plainly, fixing your attire.

That instantly peaked his interest, being well aware of what sort of demon worked for Overlords.

"She's an enforcer. A good one." You glanced over at him, "One of her rules for our relationship is 'I don't ask about her, what she does... and I most definitely don't talk about her on a personal level." You finished with the slightest bitter curl to your lip.

You did your best to hide your frustration. Angel saw right through it. He was something of a professional when it came to hiding your emotions.

And it was just as he went to comfort you in some way, maybe try to relate to you, let you know you weren't alone.

That was cut short when a new voice chimed in.

"And whom is it we can't talk about?"

Angel swung around, finding The ever dapper Alastor standing before him.

"Geez Al, I'll need ta tie a fuckin Bell around your neck." Angel grumbled, hand to his chest in exaggerated shock.

Alastor chuckled a radio filled chuckle. "My apologies Angel dear, I was just curious of what you were talking about."

You just smiled, Angel letting out a scoff, "Ah, we wuz just talking bout the usual shit, ya know?" Angel chuckled.

Alastor raised a brow, but seemed to let it pass, Alastor asking you about your day. You spoke shortly, as you looked through your bags.

Which was odd, you were usually quite the chatterbug, you and Alastor having many a lively conversation about this or that.

From the outside, it almost appeared as though you were the best of friends. So even the Radio Femon could tell something was wrong.

Angel reached over and looked into one of the smaller bags. Peaking into it the bag, he found what looked like a packet of something serious, the spider going to stick his hand in and grab it.

You looked over the bags, and upon seeing him about to reach in, you lurched over and snatched the bag out of his hand.

Standing back up, you stuffed the bag under your arm, you and Angel just staring at each other for several moments.

Clearing your throat, you went back to the bags, doing your best to ignore the way the pair were staring at you.

After another few moments you looked up. You glanced at the pair before clearing your throat. "It's... it's personal stuff.

You didn't look at them, wrapping up the bags before giving them a brief nod, turning and walking away.

Angel and Alastor just stood there, staring at you as you walked away.

"That was weird right?" Angel asked, resting an arm on his hip.

"Yes it a was." Alastor Hummed. "What was in the bag?"

Angel sighed, telling him. "Its personal Al, didn't ya hear?" A little smile crossing his lips as he glanced at the radio demon.

Alasstor snorted, glancing over at him.

"Some kinda package or somethin'." He told him, face scrunched up in thought.

"I think I know what its for... I just hope I'm wrong." He told him uncharacteristically serious, the Radio demon taking note.

The two of them just stood there for a moment, neither of them particularly happy about what just happened.

You shambled out of the loby, moving down to the kitchen, dumping the bags onto the counter.

Placing down the bags you looked about, making sure the coast was clear. With no one around, you walked over to the fridge, opening the freezer and grabbed an Ice pack.

Pulling open your collar, you tentatively placed the pack on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh at the sensation, gently rolling your shoulder.

You stood there for a second, just enjoying the sensation against your sore flesh.

Your moment was cut short when the kitchen door was suddenly swung open, the sound causing you to jump, dropping your ice pack into your hoodie.

Before you could do anything, however, you heard Charlie behind you. Spinning around, you found the Hotels proprietor walking with Vaggie, her... Significant other. You were never really sure what their relationship was.

You tried the grabe the pack, only to cause the Ice pack to slide further down your side.

You just stood there, back Ridged as you watched them walking by.

Charlie quickly noticed you, the girl perking up before striking up a conversation.

You stood there, giving her short, curt answers. Vaggie pointed out how long you'd been, you just telling her youd stopped by your place and got caught up with your girlfriend.

Vaggie instantly soured at that news.

She didn't know why, but the way you always sounded so sombre when talking about her.

You were supposed to sound happy when talking about a girlfriend, like she was with Charlie. But you always sounded like you were talking about an association, not a lover.

The whole thing left a sour taste in her mouth.

Charlie quickly brought up a new strategy shed been cooking up.

The two of you had long been strategising a step by step process to redemption. The two of you having spent many long night talking and throwing around ideas.

You were doing your best to stay calm, the ice pack becoming colder and colder against your tender ribs by the second.

Vaggie watched as you stood there, clearly off. You kept adjusting your hoody, trying and failing to look inconspicuous.

Looking down, finding bags of groceries on the counter. Wasn't all that strange, you had said you were going out.

Besides the various brown bags of foodstuffs, was a smaller bag, all rolled up at the top.

So, stepping forwards, she began unrolling the bag, and just as she'd gotten it open you saw it, darting forwards.

In your haste to snatch the bag, you unintentionally tore it in half, a mess of medical supplies spilling out.

Bandages, painkillers, needle and thread, disinfectant. The medicine littering the kitchen floor.

You froze, before falling to the floor, desperately gathering up the medical supplies.

You went to grab a bottle of disinfectant, when A hand suddenly grabbed it. Looking up, you found Charlie holding the bottle.

You stared at her, Charlie read the bottle before looking down at you. "(Y/N), what's all this?"

Picking yourself up, the icepack decided now was a good time to fall out.

After several moments of silence, you cleared your throat. "I've seen what infections... what wounds and sores can do. I don't want anyone here to have to suffer like that."

You went over to one of the counters. Putting down the supplies. Opening one of the draws, you found another paper bags.

Putting the supplies into the brown bag you picked it up and walked back over to Charlie.

Taking the bottle out of Charlie's hand, you placed it into the bag. Looking at the pair one more time, you just left without a word. Leaving Charlie and Vaggie in the Kitchen, completely unsure of how to react.

"Hes been getting worse." Vaggie told her girlfriend coarsely, crossing her arms.

"I know, I just don't know what's happening." Charlie told the Moth Demon, the girl was genuinely concerned.

Vaggie let out a displeased humm, reaching down she grabbed the ice pack, looking at it then to her girlfriend.

"I've got an idea." She let out a displeased humm.

It had been a week since the grocery incident, and things seemed to settle, everything going back to normal.

More or less.

Sick of spending all his time Angel had managed to convince you to take him out to lunch.

"So why couldn't we just eat at the hotel again?" You asked him, sliding into the red booth of the very noir dinner Angel had insisted you eat at.

"Cause, the food at the Hotel is too damn... good." Angel told you, wearing a mix of both disgust and confusion across his face. "Besides, they serve the best hamburgers here. I mean for real."

You smiled at the spiders antics, glancing out the window. "That good, huh?" You asked, raising a playful brow.

Angel scoffed, "Hell yeah that good. Honestly, its so good, if I found out they was dragging johnys off's the street to turn em into ground beef, I'd still eat 'ere."

You smiled at him, asking. "Youd really go full cannibal?"

Angel pfft'd, telling you, "Please, ya say that like there ain't a bit of someone mixed in with most food down here. Hell, even Alastor chows down on his fellow demons." He told you, to which you just nodded. Cannibalism was far from rare down here.

"Besides." Angel began with a smirk, "It aint like it would be the first time I'd had some strange mans meat in my mouth."

At that you had a good laugh, Angel quickly joining you.

After calming down, you looked out the window again. You'd been doing it since you'd entered the neighbourhood, this time Angel asked about it.

"Why ya keep lookin over ya shoulder like that?" He asked half playful, half serious. "Scared someone'll see ya with Lil ole' me and you'd lose your street cred?" He finished playfully.

You snorted. "What street cred?" You chuckled, getting a smile from the Spider. "Besides Angie, your like my best friend. I'd never be embarrassed to be seen with you."

Angel paused, face flushed as he genuinely had no idea how to respond to such a comment.

You hadn't seemed to notice, to busy fiddling with your finger.

"Besides, this is my Girlfriends terf. I'd prefer if she didn't see us together." You told him, staring out the window.

"Whys that?" Angel asked, the slightest edge to his voice. You sighed, telling him. "I didn't tell her before hand that I was coming."

"It's one of the rules of our relationship." You turned away, looking out the window. "I have to tell her everything."

There were several moments of silence, the awkward air just hanging between you like cigarette smoke.

That was until the waitress showed up, taking your orders with a resigned attitude. This was her life, and she knew it.

You waited a while, you and Angel exchanging casual banter, all the while Angel was thinking.

Now, Angel wasn't the most sentimental guy, the closest thing to a healthy relationship would probably be his friendship with Cherri, mostly due to the simple fact he hadn't seen his siblings in, shit, years? Maybe a decade?

But you, you were an odd ball.

You joined the hotel seemingly for no good reason. Sure Charlie paid you, and it was a fair wage from what he'd heard, but put simply.

You did too much.

You helped Charlie seemingly any way you could, using your many years of experience helping people around the world, this was priceless information. Hell being essentially one never ending, ever shifting battlefield. Your experience was priceless, and yet you put a price on it, and a fairly humble one at that.

And on top of that, you helped Charlie with all kinds shit, and all that redemption shit.

But the most important part, you actually helped people.

You helped him more thn once.

With his hangovers, or withdrawal. You'd gotten Vaggie off his back more times than he could count, and gotten him out of trouble plenty of more times.

You helped him, the spider opening up to you, and even with all the shit, you still stuck around.

So, he supposed you were his friend. Friendship being a strange sensation to the spider.

The two of you spoke some more, joking and babbling about this or that until the waitress brought you your food.

And too Angel's credit, it was an amazing burger.

It was big and juicy, and you could practically feel your arteries clogging with each bite.

Good times.

You were about halfway through your meal, Angel having just finished a hilarious story, and as was appropriate when listening to a hilarious story, you burst into laughter.

The two of you slowly settled down, but as you did a figure came up besides you.

You turned, expecting to apologise or tell the waitress you didn't need anything, only to freeze.

Angel quickly noticed your frozen gaze, and matching your gaze, he came face to face with a towering Hound looking demon.

Now, while most would likely have to do a double take to realise the Demon before them, was in fact, female.

Years of sex work had ensure Angel could tell a demons gender by a glance.

She stood before you, large chest heaving. "B-Babe!" You glanced at him, before turning back. "Babe this isn't what-"

Before you could finish however, she spoke. "What. Are You Doing. Here?" Her voice was calm, but held a dangerous edge, the tone instantly making Him think of when Val was angry with him.

You were almost shaking now, in a voice uncharacteristically frail, you told her. "We just wanted to get out of the Hotel. Thought we'd have some lunch." You told her, looking down.

Your girlfriend just snorted, before coldly telling you. "Your supposed to inform me of when you do something like that. We have rules."

"I know we do Babe, I just though-" you tried to explain to her, but she just slammed her hand onto the table the force and shock of which caused you to clamp up.

"I DONT GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THOUGHT!" She snarled, "You broke the fucking rules."

She grabbed you, pulling you to your feet. "Your coming with me. NOW!"

Angel stood up, intent on telling her off, when you turned to him and told him firmly, even through your shaking voice.

"Stay out of this, Angel."

Your girlfriend dragged you out of the dinner, you barely getting on your feet as she pulled you along.

And just as you were stepping out the door, you glanced at him, looking up with an expression that almost said, "Its alright. I understand."

And that just made him feel even worse.

He wanted to follow after, Lord knows he wanted to, but he just couldn't.

He didn't know what to do.

He was scared. And he hated that.

He sat there for, he didn't know for how fucking long, this deep pit of dread bubbling in his stomach.

Eventually he stood up, storming out of the restaurant as he ignored everything.

Getting back to the hotel was a blurr. He marched right up to the bar, Husk began asking him something, but before he could, Angel pushed him out of the way. Snatching up a bottle of something and taking a violent swig, Slumping against the counter.

Flashes of memory ran through his mind like some kinda fucked up picture show.

Images of Valentino dragging him away, abusing and having his way with him. He took another violent swig, desperate for forget, the drink just burning his throat.

The worst parts of the memories, though, were the fuckers that just watched.

Those that stood on the sidelines, watching as he was abused and violated.

And you know the worst part? The very worst fucking part, was knowing he was now one of them.

One of the watchers that just stood there and didn't do shit when someone needed help.

He felt rotten. Feeling worse then he'd ever felt before.

He ignored Husk, desperate to get away, running away to his room.

He slammed the door behind him, collapsing against it before bursting into tears.

He just sat there, feeling like shit, hating himself, a single thought running through his mind over and over.

"I should have done something."

It had been a few days since you'd been taken by your girlfriend, and Angel had become a mess.

He felt like shit. He missed you and the bottle just didn't help.

Didn't stop him from trying though.

He stared down at his phone, slumped against the bar.

He'd tried calling you, tried texting you. But he got nothing in return.

He knew what had likely happened. She'd taken the phone from you, either breaking it, bit more then likely looking through and listening in on your calls and messages.

He knew because that's what Valentino always did.

So he made sure to keep his messages light and vague, asking how you was going, wondering if youd like to invite your GF to see the hotel, making sure his messages were as innocent as possible.

He sat there for a while longer, staring at his phone.

"H-hey Angel. How are you doing?" The surprisingly sombre voice of Charlie asked from his side.

Looking over he gave a snifle, resting his head on one of his arms. "How am I?" He asked. Looking away, he gave a deep sigh, telling her. "I ain't doing well, to be honest."

Charlie sat beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Its alright, Angel. I miss him too. And I'm sure we'll hear from him soon." She finished, clearly trying to chear herself up as much as cheer him up.

Angel was probably gonna say something to sour the mood, but didn't get the chance.

The sound of the Hotels front door swinging open quickly got there attention.

Spinning around, they found you walking in. It was hard to tell it was you, wearing a hoodie, the hood up and covering most of your face.

Angel instantly perked up, jumping to his feet as he approached.

Reaching you halfway, he went to speak.

But just as he went to speak. You just...

Walked past him.

He was stunned silent, unable to do anything as you just walked past, avoiding eye contact.

He stood there for several seconds before his mind did a full reboot, allowing him to act again.

Spinning around, he found you gone, Charlie looking just as shocked and confused as he felt.

With a frown he stormed past her, knowing where you'd be.

His guess turned out to be accurate, as Angel found you right where he expected.

In your room. Packing.

He found you stuffing your things into a backpack you'd set on your bed. "Where have you been?" He asked softly, hoping you'd actually answer.

You just kept packing. That made the spider angry.

Storming into your room, he pinned your bag shut, stopping you from packing anything else. "Nothing?! Your just gonna say nothing?!" He snapped.

There was several moments of silence before you reached for your bag, trying to yank it out from his grip.

Angel put a stop to that quickly, scowl flaring acrossing his features. "So that's it. No 'Hi'. No 'sorry I disappeared'. No 'sorry for ignoring your calls'. Nothing?"

You didn't look at him.

He couldn't even tell what you were thinking, your expression hidden by your hood.

You went to grab your bag again only for him to pull it away, holding it behind him. Your breathing was getting agitated, fists balling

Seeing this Angel's face softened. "(Y/N), please, I know what your going through. Let me help you."

Getting no answer, Angel slowly raised a hand, intending to cup your cheek. Hoping you'd allow him ot remove your hood, allowing your connectionto be reconnected.

But just before he touched you, you smacked his hand away, snarling at him. "I don't need Help, especially from a whore like you!" You scowled, angry eyes peaking out from the hood.

You went to walk past him, Angel managing to snap out of his shock, and just managing to spin around and grabbing your hood.

It pulled off, pulling you back with it as you left, whipping around he got to see you as you stumbled back, landing against a cabinet.

Angel instantly froze.

The left side of your face had a giant bruise across it, right eye straining to open.

Realising he'd seen your face you instantly scrambled, running out the door.

Angel quickly chased after.

You may have been quick, but Angel had longer legs, and caught up with you fast.

You were mid lobby.

You'd barrelled past Charlie, the Princess being comforted by her S/O.

Youd made it halfway across the lobby before Angel caught up, tackling you to the floor.

You began fighting, desperately trying to squirm out of his grasp. But with him having four arms, bringing out his extra pair, it was virtually impossible.

When it was clear you weren't escaping, you began begging.

"Please Angel, just let me go. She's right outside! She's expecting me back!" You practically wailed, desperation increasing by the second.

Pinning you too the floor, Angel growled out. "No! No... I'm not letting you go back to her."

Through frustrated tears, you growled out. "Whats it to you?! Why do you even care?!"

You squirmed even harder, trying one last desperate attempt at escape.

Once that failed, you became furious, hot tears building in your eyes. "What right do you have you bastard!" You growled at him. "You, the whore that runs back to Valentino every chance he gets!"

You glared up at him, Angel stared right back, and suddenly... he just got up, letting you fall back.

This is when Charlie and Vaggie stepped forwards, Charlie crouching besides you.

You were unable to meet there gaze, laid there on the floor. Sitting there, a swarm of emotions razing your insides.

Charlie crouched down, asking you softly. "Are you alright (Y/N)?"

It was an innocent question, but that didn't stop your scowl. And I certainly didn't stop you from spitting out, "No. I'm not. I just want to go back to her."

You just sat there, looking away from her. Looking away from all of them, unable to meet there gazes.

Determined to refuse their pitty.

"That's not happening." Vaggies voice suddenly cut in.

Looking up at her, you found the girl wearing that serious look she always wore when she was set on something.

"Damn straight." Angel added, you looking up at him. You looked back at the ground, "What the Hell do you even care?" You growled out.

Vaggie just cocked a hip, telling you. "You just compared your girlfriend to Valentino, one of the most notoriously abusive demons in Hell. I can't in good conscience, let you go back to her. Especially with the state your face is in."

"And I'm guessing thats her handy work too." She told you dryly, signalling to the left side of your face.

You just sat there for a moment, before looking up at Charlie, then Angel. "I'm guessing your with her?" You asked dryly.

When you only got nods from the pair you looked away, staring back at the ground.

After another few moments, you scrambled to your feet, bolting for the door.

Of course, you didn't make it, reaching the door only to find Alastor standing there, the radio demon just shaking his head, single hand raised.

You stumbled back, breathing steadily getting heavier.

Suddenly you were surrounded, the members of the hotel all standing around you. You suddenly feeling like you were being smothered.

"Its alright (Y/N), were trying to help." Charlie began, sound far too understanding for your liking.

"We just want to help (Y/N). You can trust us." vaggie added, her voice far too genuine.

Why were they so kind. So gentle.

Why did they have to be so fucking good!

You began turning around erratically, desperately looking for a way out, but there was none. You couldn't escape them.

So you stopped.

Looking up, You found Angel just staring down at you. A calm look across his face.

You held back tears, your breathing picking up, staring at him until you slumped to the floor, letting out a strangles sob.

"Please..." you you begged, your voice whinny, desperate. "You don't know what she'll do to me."

Silence hung in the air like smog.

You sat there drawing in fear and sorrow, when suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Looking up, You found the spider looking akin to an Angel.

"Its alright (Y/N). I'm here. I got you." He told you softly, pulling you to his chest.

Feeling his warmth, his arms wrapped around you. Knowing that he actually cared about you.

You didn't even care how his arms pressed against your stinging bruises.

Just having him hold you, his warmth, his care. It broke something in you. You burst into tears.

You clung to the spider, releasing deep guttural sobs, face buried into his fluffy chest.

Charlie quickly jumped into the group hug, squeezing you into a hug.

Vaggie joined next, mostly hugging her S/O, but still trying her best to comfort you.

Alastor just stood on the sideline, sombre at the sight of you in such pain.

Alastor was by no means a good man, and typically revealed in the misery of others.

But you were a good fellow, and he wasn't fond of seeing such a beloved acquaintance suffer so.

You cried an ugly cried for a long time. And slowly, but surely, you began settling down.

After a while you pulled back, wiping your nose.

You felt tired, so, so very tired.

You hadn't slept much in the past few days, stress and fear keeping you up, and when you did sleep. It wasn't very well.

You apologised, to all of them. Apologising for being such a prick.

Angel just shook his head, just pulling you against his chest, telling you it was fine.

You just sat like that for a long while, Angel holding you close, gently comforting you.

He'd stopped rubbing your back upon the first flinch, the spider understood you'd likely been beaten.

Charlie clung tight, the girl really wanting you to know she was there for you. The same went for Vaggie, although the girl had pulled back, keeping a hand on her girlfriends back.

Your little moment of tranquillity was shattered when the door was suddenly smahed off its hinges.

"I gave you 5 Fucking minutes, and you couldn't even do that!" She yelled. "You just can't do anything right can you, you dumbass!"

Hearing this, you froze up. Clamping up and practically shaking.

Without even looking, Alastor summoned his cane, slamming it at against the floor.

A tendril spilled out of a portal, shooting out and grasping your girlfriend.

Angel could tell you wanted to do something, likely feeling you needed to defend her.

Angel put a stop to that right quick, pressing you into his chest.

Alastor spun around, and in a haunting voice told her, "Sssh... cant you see were having a private moment." His voice steadily becoming more filled with radio static.

"Haven't you done enough." He asked, symbols manifesting through the air.

Angel covered your eyes as Alastor gruesomely squeezed the life out of your girlfriend, covering your ears with his lower arms as your GFs bones began to snap and pop out of there sockets.

And suddenly, she disappeared.

Gone without a trace, Alastor just standing there calm and happy.

Angel lowered his arms, letting you pull back after a few moments.

Wiping your nose, you softly asked, "What's next?"

Charlie pulled back, wiping her own eyes, she spoke up. "You stay with us. Your family (Y/N), and we're gonna take care of you."

You looked at her, giving her a little smile before you looked up at Angel, the spider telling you, "Well, I was thinking a shower, maybe a check up... but I like her plan as well."

You smiled, letting out a little chuckle. "Yeah, uh, I'd like that." You finished with a little chuckle, the sound of your laughter instantly lightening the mood.

"Come on then, let's get you cleaned up." He told you, getting up and helping you to your feet.

He gently led you our of the lobby, and just as you reached your room, you turned to him. "Angel?" You asked.

"What's up?" He replied, looking down at you.

After a moment of hesitation, you leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." You told him softly, a dusting of red across your cheeks.

Angel blushed in turn, before he kept moving, quickly bringing you to his room. Raising a brow, Angel told you, "You need a proper shower, I'll get you some clothes."

You smiled, rolling your eyes, but you still stepped in, turning and telling once more. "Thank you Angel."

Hey Hey, Sorry it's so long, I couldn't put a read more because it was just so damn amazing.

Hope you like it and thanks for checking my work out.

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[misshoneyimhome]

Push the button |  Frederik Andersen

Tags: gentleman!Freddie; Frederik AndersenxReader;  Warnings: Pure lustful behaviour; 

A/N: I miss my husband; in "celebration" og Freddie's happy relationship ❤️ may your life be filled with love & joy (or I will hunt her down);

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I'm busy throwing hints that he keeps missing Don't have to think about it, I wanna kiss and Everything around it, but he's too distant I wanna feel his body, I can't resist it

*

Frederik Andersen always had a talent for getting lost in his work. When he was deep into his tasks, whether it was training rigorously or gearing up for a match, he had this tendency to shut out the world around him.

There wasn't much room for other thoughts in his head.

Yet, strangely enough, he managed to occupy a prominent space in your thoughts.

Freddie was, in your eyes, almost like a god. His fiery ginger hair and rugged scruff gave him an extremely attractive, almost otherworldly appeal. His very tall, muscular, Adonis-like physique only added to his charisma. Yet, beneath that striking exterior, there was a calm and mysterious demeanour that drew you in.

Every time you found yourself in Freddie's presence, whether it was after a game or at a team gathering, you made a conscious effort to drop hints, hoping he'd finally take notice. You dropped hints of all kinds, hoping that one of them would catch his attention. Yet, it always seemed as if he remained oblivious to your subtle signals.

Your deepest desire was simple yet profound: to feel his lips against yours. 

You yearned to share those subtle butterfly kisses along the curve of his neck, or to tenderly kiss away any bruises he might have acquired during a fierce game. And you couldn't help but fantasise about trailing kisses down his chiselled, toned abs, savouring every moment of intimacy that you could only dream of.

The irresistible urge to have his body pressed against yours was a constant struggle. Yet, Freddie always appeared so distant, as if he existed in a different league altogether. It was as though the gap between your desires and reality was an insurmountable chasm, leaving you hungering for something that felt just out of reach.

Freddie remained oblivious, and in all fairness, your hints weren't exactly straightforward either. You mastered the art of keeping a controlled expression on your face whenever you were near him. You dressed impeccably and aimed to appear effortlessly casual, even though you knew you'd put in a lot of effort into your looks whenever you anticipated his presence. Striking that balance between catching his eye without appearing too obvious or desperate became a delicate dance you were determined to perfect.

Freddie's unwavering politeness and his deep respect for women and their boundaries only made him more irresistible. He was the epitome of a true gentleman, never pushing limits or crossing lines that could be deemed too risky. As you engaged in conversations with him, whether brief or extended, you patiently waited for that magical moment when he might finally see you in a different light, when he might realise the depth of your desires that had you going wild inside.

So, you made a firm decision: you wanted to have him. 

You wanted him to catch on, to see the desire burning within you, and you were determined that one day, you'd find a way to have your intimate moments with him, to turn those fantasies into reality.

**

An opportunity presented itself one fateful night when the team gathered at a dimly lit bar before the season was about to begin. The lads were comfortably ensconced in the dark booth, and you, along with a few other girls, decided to make your way to the dance floor.

You were on a mission, no doubt; to show him what he's been missing out.

You strutted your sexy ass, flaunting intention; hoping to draw him into your new dimension.

Your allure, it had him in apprehension - Ready to take action, and end the tension.

Your moves on the dance floor didn't escape Freddie's notice. His gaze was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. 

The snug little dress you wore accentuated your every curve, intensifying the glamour of your figure. Those vibrant red heels added an extra layer of captivation as you gracefully swayed your hips, exuding confidence, and sheer enjoyment with that pretty face of yours.

After a couple of songs, you decided to take a break and made your way to the bar. And Freddie wasted no time in leaving his seat to follow you. Seizing the chance for a private moment, he positioned himself next to you at the bar, and the two of you exchanged glances and subtle smiles before he finally broke the silence.

"Having a good time?" he inquired, his lips curving into a faint smirk.

You nodded, your heart racing at his nearness. "Absolutely," you replied. "And you?"

Freddie mirrored your nod. "Yeah, it's nice to let loose and have some fun during the off-season."

His smile had you utterly captivated, and a wave of desire surged through you. Yet, you managed to keep your cool, sharing a light laugh with him, all the while craving for something more.

As Freddie stood there beside you at the bar, his presence was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You sipped your drink, trying to maintain your casual composure, but the chemistry between you two was undeniable.

You leaned in slightly, your voice low and sultry, "Freddie, I've always admired your dedication on and off the ice. It's pretty inspiring."

His eyes met yours, and a hint of surprise flickered in his gaze. "Thanks," he responded, genuine appreciation in his voice. "I guess it's just something I've always loved."

Encouraged by his response, you continued, "You know, dedication can be quite attractive. It's one of the many things that make you so intriguing."

Freddie's lips curled into a more pronounced smile, and he took a step closer. "Is that so?" he asked, his tone dropping slightly, hinting at a growing connection.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Absolutely. But there's more to me than meets the eye, too."

As the night wore on, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You shared stories, laughed, and exchanged glances that spoke volumes. It was as if the tension that had once separated your desires from reality was slowly dissolving.

The atmosphere in the dimly lit bar seemed to intensify with each passing moment. You couldn't ignore the magnetic pull between you and Freddie, the undeniable chemistry that had simmered beneath the surface for so long.

But Freddie, ever the gentleman, maintained his composure, offering a polite smile while keeping a respectful distance.

Shortly after, Sebastian interrupted, informing that everyone was about to leave. 

And once outside on the street, you made another attempt to drop hints by positioning yourself close to Freddie.

In his signature gentlemanly style, Freddie extended an offer, "Would you like me to walk you home?" You responded with a sweet smile, nodding in agreement.

The stroll through the late summer night was pleasant. You both enjoyed the warm air, with the streetlights casting a soft glow on the streets of Raleigh as you engaged in an engrossing conversation.

When you reached the steps by the front door of your apartment building, you summoned the courage to invite him in.

To your delight, he accepted your invitation.

As you entered the lift together, the anticipation was unmistakable. You stood side by side, almost touching, as you pressed the button for the 10th floor.

Soft music played in the background, setting the mood, and Freddie's restraint finally gave way.

"Fuck it," he murmured, unable to contain himself any longer. He pulled you close, pinning you against the lift wall in a passionate, long-awaited kiss.

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[lost-between-letters]

I Don't Know How To Dance

Jack Kline X Reader (she/her)

Word Count: 946

Warnings: none

Summary: Jack wanted to learn something he read about

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for a month now. Finally decided to edit and post, I hope you enjoy. Oh, also part of Wings Wednesday

They had been reading in silence for the better part of the afternoon when Jack looked up and stretched across the bed to tap Y/N's shoulder. He waited until she looked up and then asked with the sincerity that was typical for him, "How exactly does dancing work?"

"What?" Her mind was still halfway on the trip to Los Angeles with a zebra and a lion. It took Y/N a second to pierce the meaning of his words together.

Jack didn't seem too put off by her confusion as he simply shrugged and moved up on the bed to cross his legs.

"A number of these novels you gave me portray dancing as 'key element' of a relationship," he stated and moved his fingers to make air quotations, " or at least imply it. I know that this is a different kind of dancing to what you told me about parties. Is it something like sex or kissing for a relationship? Dean told me that this is stuff you have to build up to."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. The comparison was accurate if a little odd - so exactly how most of Jack's statements were. Not that there was anything wrong with that. She had fallen in love with this trait in particular and didn't think that these feelings would go away any time soon.

Just as she started to answer, Jack's eyes clouded with another thought. One that seemed to worry him if the crease between his eyebrows was any indication. "Wait. Did I do something wrong?"

Shit, Y/N shouldn't have laughed at him. Damn, her impulsive brain.

"What?" Y/N reached out instinctively and cupped his cheek so he wouldn't be able to look away, "why should you have done something wrong?"

"I don't know how to dance," Jack said, seemingly upset by his own statement (ironically, Y/N was relieved as he at least wasn't upset with her insensitivity), "am I holding our relationship back with that?"

Y/N thought that she might be melting into a puddle of love at the genuine concern in Jack's eyes. She drew a half circle on his cheek with her thumb and tapped the edge of his mouth once. "Sweetheart, there is no way for you to hold this relationship 'back'. As long as we're both happy - and I am - this is working out just perfectly."

"Really?"

Jack's face was filled with guarded hope, not sure if there was a catch waiting on the other end of the line. And if that didn't speak for the messed up things that poor boy had to live through. Y/N was tempted to find someone responsible and hit them over the head. With, like, a baseball bat. But she didn't. Because Jack was right there and waiting for her answer.

"Really." Y/N smiled gently and leaned forward to peck his lips.

When she pulled back, Jack returned her smile with his usual brightness. "Does that mean that you can teach me how to dance?"

If it had been hard to refuse Jack anything before, Y/N deemed it pretty much impossible now. His eyes were glowing excitedly at the prospect of a new human experience - in a completely non-magic way - and she wasn't opposed to the idea of dancing to begin with.

"C'mere," Y/N held out her hands to pull Jack up from the bed they had been sitting on.

He followed easily and laced their fingers together. With a cheeky grin, he raised her right hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. "Uhm."

Momentarily thrown off balance, she tried to gather her wits back to what she had been meaning to do.

Music! They needed music to dance.

Right... Where was her phone again?

A little bit of fumbling through the blankets and setting up the tiny Bluetooth speaker (that Y/N totally hadn't stolen from Dean's room) later, the soft tunes of an Ed Sheeran song filled the air.

"Put your arms around my waist," Y/N instructed Jack quietly.

He did as she asked him to so Y/N reached up and laced her hands behind his neck. Another step closer and their chests were touching. Jack's eyes dropped down to her lips before they came up again to her eyes and rested there.

"Now what?" He whispered, just barely audible over the music.

Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder and started to sway her body to the rhythm. "Now you relax; listen to the music. Let it guide you, Baby."

Slowly, Jack gave up his tense stance and followed her movements. At first, it was a bit awkward as they weren't moving in sync - Jack stepped on her foot almost immediately. "Damn, I'm sorry, Y/N, I-"

"No harm done," she pressed a kiss to his cheek, let her head rest in the crook of his neck, "just keep dancing."

And Jack did. While the song was building up to the bridge, they finally found their rhythm together and Jack relaxed into it completely. The baby steps slowly turned into a lazy waltz that had Y/N's heart beat fall in sync with the rhythm. She was feeling the music in her bones and in Jack's embrace.

That was how she had always pictured it. Dancing with her boyfriend, barefoot in the safety of their room with no one watching. Just the two of them, circling in half swings across the floor with Jack holding her close.

Sure, neither of them was a perfect dancer and there definitely were some injured toes to attend to later but right now, Y/N felt like she was flying.

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[freemindedspirit]

Hi Miaro! Hope you're feeling well. I was wondering about a dream I had a while ago and if you could tell me if it means something. I had it on a journal log, so it is as detailed as it can get(I apologize for the length 😭) :

I remember something about me driving to school, but I didn't have a license, so I was trying to convince a couple of my childhood classmates. (Harold and Carlos) to go with me. Harold knew how to drive, but his bitch ass didn't want to drive us 😒.

In the end, something happened. A lot of people were outside my house, which looked sometimes like the one in my home country, but sometimes it morphed into something else.

It seems that my dad was a werewolf. Carlos said something about right and left, that it was important, and he drew the faces of 2 women on paper at the right and left borders of a circle. He had some coins, too. Probably was gonna use it for some magic. In the end, I went to find my dad because we thought he was the werewolf. I found him in the garage. The garage was made of clear wood and cristal, so idk what house we were. He was hiding, and I went back thinking the werewolf was my mom since my dad wasn't transformed. It seems I opened the door of the garage because while running, I looked back and saw my dad holding the neck of someone between his jaws ( this was on the street adjacent to my street in my home country, the corner of the farmers market, it's walls were green blue.) I saw my mom and a bunch of people running towards the Avenue near by. I thought that maybe I wouldn't have time to run if I was on my dad's line of vision, so I thought of running in the direction of the house. It didn't matter. Some people got in the middle. And I scape.

Blur...

After that we were on an island, some sort of vacationing house. It was full of people hiding. I think my dad was there somewhere but I'm jot sure. My mom told me to go in to the bedroom and to sleep there.

Everything is a blur there too. I remember someone saying I was a good boy. A pale woman with short black hair. But I don't remember the context.

Then I was standing in front of a foyer and looking at the floor of the living room and my surroundings. I became lucid. I thought this is a dream. The person who called me a good boy was there. She saw me rise from the floor when I thought about flying.

I reflected on why I always flew on my lucid dreams, but it seems that my mobility was easy enough for me to dismiss it. I told the girl I was going to find (insert name of the person i love the most). But even when my mind tried, I couldn't find it.

So I thought about something interesting that I heard before, about people of your dreams becoming hostile when you let them know they were part of a dream. So I flew in front of a group of people and told them "this is a dream, and y'all are not real." They ignored me first and then walked through me. I realized they couldn't see me. I tried on another group of people who were sitting on something like a pier and they didn't care.

I lost lucidity after that.

Sorry it's so long. Could you tell me what it means if it's not too much bother.

The werewold thing makes me think about something about your dad which could make you feel or others feel unsafe around him, as if he could be a danger, or double faced/ an hypocrite.

The message about left and right and the women is very stranger though. It looks like a balance or a choice Are you currently in a phase of hesitations, where you struggle to make decisions or how to make them ?

Also, it seems a part of you is trying to leave that confusion at whatever cost.

#dream analysis

[cloudblaze]

Felt like doodling some old designs again~

#changed rosetail and tigerstar a bit #made tigerstar look a lot more like how I envision him #when I drew him before I couldn't find a balance between what he looked like in my head and what I could easily redraw #this is much better! #it was very hard to see the screen well enough to draw his stripes sdjfkls why does the sun always come out as soon as I sit down to draw #anyway i spent a couple weeks just drawing these guys whenever i got bored of other projects and it was nice~ #i jump around a lot when working on art or. anything really lol #redtail #rosetail #bluestar #windstar #tigerstar #oouughhh hoogghhh there being multiple tigerstars makes tagging confusing lol #warriors #warrior cats #my art

[buckybarnesdiaries]

my sergeant

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Bucky breaks into your house to make you keep remember one thing.

word count: 1.352 words.

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! clothes on, unprotected sex, hair pulling, language, cursing, sergeant!kink, praise!kink, mention of bodily fluids, a little possessive!bucky, and i don't know what else.

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Your eyes snapped open, sitting up on your bed barely breathing. You were agitated after having another nightmare you couldn't remember once you were awake. At least this time, you weren't covered in sweat, but your whole body was on fire. Tossing the sheets away, you got up bare feet to head to the kitchen and drink a very much needed glass of freshwater. You drank it in one gulp, gasping while leaving it inside the sink. With both hands on the edge of the counter, you inclined your head back, putting your eyes on the ceiling. Those bad dreams would be the death for you one day, you knew it.

As you felt more calmed and recomforted, you turned around with the intention of going to your bed again. But that was left in the background at the moment you glimpsed Bucky sitting at the dinner table. He didn't scare you, not at all. You were starting to get used to find him there, waiting for you, in the middle of the gloom. He looked exhausted too. Deadly tired. He was reclined against the chair, legs slightly spread and his arm made of vibranium over the table. The soldier didn't utter a word, following your steps walking closer to him with his shiny blue eyes. He didn't even move a muscle when you sat on his lap and placed both hands on the sides of his neck.

Leaning ahead, you pecked his rough and dry lips slowly, taking your time with no rush. Bucky just closed his eyes, slipping his hands down to your hips, nailing his fingers there. He couldn't help but growl quietly the second your mouth trailed a path of short, ephemeral kisses to his jawline till reaching his throat, forcing him to toss his head back. Unconsciously, he urged you to swing your body on top of his. You dragged your incisors on his Adam's apple, causing him to swallow a soft gasp, feeling his digits grabbing your hips strongly —probably, that gesture would leave some marks on your skin.

“I've missed you”. You purred coming back your attention to his lips, as the bulge under the rigid fabric of his pants became bigger and harder because of your dance. You were aware that he looked for you whenever he wanted to put his feet on the ground, feel loved, desired. “My Sergeant…”

Bucky didn't open his eyes, sliding his cold palm to your lower waist and landing the warm one on the back of your head to tangle it in your hair. You groaned against his lips before they were hungrily devoured. The heat in your core grew by leaps and bounds when he repositioned you on his legs and his solid erection was placed under your weakest spot. You couldn't hold back a delicate, sweet moan. One of these that used to drive him insane. With his left hand, Bucky continued encouraging you to rock your hips against his crotch, rubbing it concretely among your folds covered by the soaked fabric of your panties.

You hated sometimes the control he had over you, over your body, over your mind. He could put you to beg with just one look. And he knew it. You were his, that was the absolute truth. And he wanted something else from you, as soon as you increased the pace. Bucky didn't care about your t-shirt, using both of his hands to rip it off from your body. Ruining it like he was going to ruin you. His hand of vibranium went straight to your breasts, giving you goosebumps because of the contrast of his cold fingers pinching them as he caught one of your nipples between his warm lips. You whined his name, securing your hands on his shoulders, out of the world while the sensitivity of your wet and needed cunt became more sensible to the firm rubbing against your panties.

“You want to cum, don't you, babydoll?” He hummed squeezing the nipple covered in his saliva using his thumb and his forefinger, bringing his lips closer to yours.

“Yes… Yes, Sergeant”. You pouted at him, nodding with your chin and looking at him through your eyelids.

“I knew you needed me… I knew my sweet girl needed her Sergeant to make her feel good, am I wrong?” Bucky's hoarse tone was pushing you to the seventh heaven, feeling the tickles borning within your lower belly, swinging your body faster over his rock-hard dick.

“No… No, you're… you're not”. You babbled this time, seeing him curling up the corner of his lips in that charming and breathtaking smirk of him. “I ne— need you inside me… I need you to… fuck me like you me— mean it, my Sergeant, please, I beg you”.

“I will, babydoll, I will… 'Cause you're a good, good girl”. Bucky affirmed unhurriedly, peppering your swollen lips, remembering how good they looked around his cock —sucking his soul out of his body— the last time he appeared in your house. “Open your mouth”.

You obeyed instantly, swallowing a loud whining, letting him tuck his cold thumb between your lips. You licked it using your tongue, giving him a whole show and noticing how a storm of darkness covered his pale blue orbs. When he decided it was well covered in your saliva, Bucky directed it to your panties, not pulling them aside. And he drew circles on your throbbing clit, pressing his fingertip enough to stroke it.

“Oh, f— fuck, Sergeant”. You sobbed arching your back, very close to being thrown above the edge of your limits.

“C'mon, babydoll… cum for me… Show me what only I can make you feel”. He whispered into your ear. A raspy voice that gave you shivers down your backbone. “You're so damn soaked I can feel it under my clothes… Good lord… what a dirty girl you are…”

“Only fo— for you”.

Your response came an instant before the fireworks exploded inside your belly, not being able to stop when the orgasm hit your soul crying his name, dancing your cunt onto his hard cock needed of him. Your thighs strained, your legs were shaking, hanging above the floor and you were panting nonsense words about your Sergeant.

Bucky stormed his tongue into your mouth, invading it with no mercy to dominate yours. Placing his hands back to your hips, he forced you to keep moving, stealing the less air inside your lungs. He was about to cum too, but it'd be a waste if he did it in his boxers; stopping you at the precise moment to push you back enough to undo his belt and zip. Bucky didn't let you time to react. As his cock covered in his own arousal broke free and he removed your ruined panties to the side, he lifted you sufficiently to impale your pussy down.

“Fuck!” You both hissed at the same time, closing strongly your eyelids.

Bucky made you bounce onto his rigid erection, once and once, keen to fill you up with his heated seed. You were a bundle of moans, sobs, and pleas, feeling his most sensible skin stretching your soaked walls and twitching between them. He didn't give you prior notice. Bucky just cum inside your cunt, pushing you down harder till his dick was balls-deep beyond your limits. He growled against your throat, pulling back your hair and your head, to nail his teeth in your sweaty skin.

“Oh, god, my Sergeant…” You gasped with a wrecked tone of voice, finding balance by gripping his jacket in two fists.

“You look like Heaven, babydoll… But you feel like Hell”. Bucky rumbled, making your whole anatomy shake again. “What a shame 'm gonna destroy you tonight…”

And by destroying you he meant you wouldn't be able to walk the next morning, not even to talk because what he has planned for you was to fuck every sweet, warm hole of you —your mouth, your ass, your pussy. Or rather, his mouth, his ass, his pussy. Bucky would make you keep remembering who you belonged to.

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[husbandohunter]

What they love about you (part 2)[Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: It was as if the universe had changed when they saw you.

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Kazuha. Part 1 here

Genre: fluff

"Poetry for my hopeless romantic heart 🥺 and Kazuha, he was the perfect candidate for this. I decided to put Zhongli first of course, he deserves it after saving my ass in Baal's fight."

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Spirit flows through the Immovable rock (Zhongli)

Nations fall, truths be told, iron rusts and earth erode

Through six centuries these were stories he watched unfold.

He sees you and the archon knew that you shall too grow old

But despite it all, he loves you for your existence, as nothing can compare to your intransient soul.

The purpose of contracts were made to ensure there had been a fair trade between two parties. Like merchants striking business deals for a favourable outcome, like mother nature maintaing the balance between life and death, like how you and your beloved said your vows and whispered promises to one another as evening bids farewell by the warm welcome of the moon's gentle glow. Those days were the most treasured that you couldn't help remisicing them-- when Zhongli appeared in your life. Your mortal life. How time can fly so fast.

Perhaps this had been a common notion among human standards. That to be connected, both sides must share the same factors in order to proceed the contract. Clearly your placement proved to be mismatched. Unlike Zhongli there could be a day when your legs gave up and you can no longer walk. He will go on without you, continuing to drift in places where you cannot reach, where time was out of the question, further and further away until the mist begins to seize your field of vision and soon your eyes were too old to see.

The difference in age can truly make someone feel alone and Zhongli knew it well. Thus he smiled softly like he always does and held you close, speaking with so much kindness:

My dearest.

Your soul existed like an evergreen tree blooming through all four seasons, unwithered and everlasting, even against the cold storm of white. And it could be as soft as the sunbeam cascading through the mountain peaks while they dust the land with their ethereal hues and emitting the warmth that breaths absolute serenity. If artifacts were a piece of what someone left behind then maybe everything you made was considered an artifact-- a treasure. A piece of you in those handwritten letters, the beauty in your fingertips after knitting him a scarf which caused scars to mar them, and because of how heavy your spirit weighs through everything you did, it became evident that the one he had fallen for was not your skin nor your body but the person who resides in it.

And sometimes he wonders if he had met you once upon a dream. What else could explain the mysterious feeling that made you seem so familiar, even when he only saw you for the first time? Or perhaps you were an old friend from the long long past, someone he stargazed with upon the infinite mounds of grass and glaze lilies, someone whom he shared the taste of osmanthus wine, someone he came to cherished just like how he cherished his own nation. Regardless, whether you were that someone or not, he wouldn't hesitate to relive those times all over again.

If there was a day when the world around you decided to cave in, where time inevitably caught up and you succumbed to change, he would still be yours. After all, the immovable stone was meant to be the symbol of constancy. He already sworn to you that his devotion and affection will never waver, they were solely held towards your essence for you had touched him through the things he could not touch, and left a mark that would last longer than his ancient self can last. Zhongli may have lived through many lifetimes but meeting you was the beginning of everything. You were a mortal immortalized in the world his heart, etched so deep that it stirs him apart, there was no room for anyone else.

~xx~

Drowning in the ocean flames (Tartaglia)

There was a man who fell deeply in love with war

They raged inside of him like the spontaneous battlefields he came to adore.

Consumed by desire, pain became an addiciton

And he eventually surrenders to the heat of your passion.

While many fear death, Childe learned to dance with it.

He revels in the way his heart pounds endlessly, as if new life had been born from the inside and then bursted like thunder, sending trembling sensations through his veins, bringing him to the peak of euphoria. The feeling was a drug in which Childe hesitates no more when he confronts it, rather he deliberately seeks it. He seeks thrill in the most dangerous situations since they were the moments that made him feel so alive.

Henceforth the Harbinger sought you out. He inches closer and ever so close, those deep cerulean eyes trapped in your hypnotizing ones. Childe loves how you look at him like you were about to devour him, consume him as the flames in hell would, perhaps destroy him completely to the point there was no turning back and yet...he would not mind.

Childe had been so drawn to you like a moth to a light. No. Rather, Adam and the devil, tempting him to sin because the things he would do for you were undeniably impetuous. It was too late. It was too late when you told him you wanted to stay. Too late when you pulled him down, with arms around his neck, stealing away his breath in one swift manner as well as a kiss. Curse you for having so much power over him, from then and there he was no longer the mighty harbinger everyone knew but a man foolish in love. Take him higher. Higher. Take him far. To say you were alluring would be an understatement. The scent of you brings all his senses to disarray and the taste of you-- by the archons-- had never made him feel so starved. All he thought of was mindlessly running his hands over your small back, reveling in the shape of you, exploring every inch and curve in attempt to make you completely his.

This was the reason why he grew accustomed to dancing with death. Because it was you. You were going to be the cause of his downfall and you were the cause of this insanity. Even though you constantly reminded him how risky the situation was due to being a wanted criminal in his homeland's eyes, Childe pays no mind. Didn't he already tell you to trust him? Anyone who threatens you would be an enemy of his, much to their misfortune. Whether it'd be conquering the world and laying it beneath your feet or walking through the depths of the abyss all over again, he'll make sure to have it all and no one can say otherwise.

~xx~

Shelter (Albedo)

Your warmth was his hearth

Like stars falling onto the earth

Gracing the plains in an empereal bliss

As they trembled under the touch of heaven's kiss

Closing his eyes, you are the first person he sees.

The sound of snow chasing the wind fills the silent night once again while it's whispered blows continued to echo just by the cave's entrance. Albedo had planned to take you back to Monstadt that day but Dragonspine was not the place to be merciful with the weather. No one else except the two of you occupied the abandoned space and a singular camp fire to serve as a source of warmth. You place your hand on your lover's forehead, brushing away his ash coloured strands while he seeps into slumber. Albedo sighs contentedly. Despite the world being engulfed in sheer cold, here he felt safe and sound.

Before meeting you Albedo never really had that. People regularly held him on a high regard and had a hard time matching his pace. He was a born genius to the point that he practically stood out like a swan out of the ducklings' crowd as they admired his brilliance. Truly Albedo was a perfect human being. But when turns around to see the rest he noticed how distant everything seemed. He was so focused on his pursuit towards the universal truth that he hadn't given the time to consider; where is he going with this? And what for? Everyone else looked so happy living in their mundane routines and Albedo soon grew curious about such thoughts. Out of all the places in Monstadt, exactly where does he belong?

Opening his eyes, you are the first person he looks for.

"Welcome home, Albedo!"

The answer was obvious. Home was the sound of his name on your lips. When you were side by side with him while he sketched the landscape from the far distance. In places where the lights were on as he entered the room, knowing you were inside. This feeling couldn't be describe with just a word. Home was not a nation nor was it a destination. Home was in your touch where he felt the most protected.

I'm home.

A sky filled with stars and he only saw one; his Starlight. Your warmth held the emotion similar to the kind where there had only been one cande lit amidst an infinite stretch of darkness. But it also brought the joy of flowers blossoming into the vivid future of new spring. There was no place he'd rather be than the shelter of your arms because with you, Albedo believed he truly found where he belonged.

~xx~

Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves (Kazuha)

Silencing the world

My heart begins to find peace

Soothed by your presence

- For my beloved, (Y/n)

I remember how the first petal of spring drifted by as it had flown into the crossroads of our path. Subconciously my entire being began to still. This particular flower... it must have come far and wide for the wind to carry such a pleasant scent. Although I had intended to continue my venture onwards but the air ceased to sound and I knew that this way was true. And so nature beckons me to the shore where the waves lulled back and forth under the moonlight's entrance, only then I began to sharpen my vision to see what was before me. You stood there on a rock with your face looking into the sparkling sky, singing a tune that drew me near. Just the mere sight was enough to stir my heart alone.

My beloved, do you know why I named this poem 'Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves?'

Watching you was like witnessing the ephmereal birth of a flower sprouting amongst the slums of an abandoned nation. A fleeting miracle where snow falls from the summer sky. I am compelled to capture these feelings in this poem yet there are moments where my thoughts scatter as if the autumn wind had whisked them away and out of my grasp until a singular leaf is only what was left. Perhaps it wouldn't be necessary for me to keep a notebook of ways I can describe your presence, instead a few simple sentences would suffice. Nevertheless, I only wish to express my feelings for you.

When you're with me it seems I have nothing to think about. The aura around you can silence the world alone, speaking louder than thunder cries, weighing heavily to those around you in ways it would feel empty if you're not here. Yet I could breath as if alleviated from the burdens of my past. This had me realize that this must have been the will of the wind. You were the greatest gift to have ever bestowed upon me and I confess, sometimes my chest aches because of how much I cherish you, it pierces me like a sharp blade but even if my heart bleeds it will continue to bleed only for your sake.

So wherever you are, wherever you may be, I can feel you in the breeze. Return soon my beloved, I'll be here, waiting.

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[helloalycia]

a bitch [two] // leigh shaw

summary: when you finally decide to confront leigh about the incident, things don't go to plan.

warning/s: cheating, arguing, confrontation

author's note: here’s part two! hope you like it :)

part one | masterlist | wattpad

I refused to paint Leigh in the worst light, even if I'd seen her that way. She ended up staying the night at mine to pass out without being around her sister with her hangover, and I tried not to mind. I was patient for the rest of the evening and the following morning, trying not to assume the worst. But it was hard to do that when she continued to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.

My paranoia get the better of me, as whenever she got a text or slipped out for a phone call, all I could see was her and Abby making out at the party. Why hadn't she told me what happened if it wasn't what it seemed? The only explanation could be that she didn't want me to know, which meant she was hiding it, which meant she was cheating on me. Just like Alex.

It was later that following day after the party when I was sat on the dining table doing some work on my laptop and she was sat on the couch. Her phone vibrated, followed by a tone, signalling she got a text, and I tried not to writhe with discomfort in my seat. She scoffed before tossing her phone to the other end of the couch.

"What is it?" I asked, trying not to seem too interested, even though my heart was bruising.

"Nothing," she mumbled, eyes fixated on the telly.

I gave her all of my attention now, curious. "Go on, what is it? It's clearly not nothing."

She tilted her head to look at me. Sighing, she said like it was no big deal, "Drew wants me to work on a piece, but with somebody else. And you know I'm not a fan of collaborative writing."

Forcing a smile, I hummed in acknowledgement. "Who is it? The person he wants you to work with?"

Looking back to the TV casually, she shrugged. "Abby."

Just the mere mention of that girl's name in Leigh's mouth left a bitter taste in mine. And the longer I watched Leigh staring at the TV without a care in the world, oblivious to the fact that my heart was breaking because of her, the more I wanted to burst. And I eventually did.

"I know you're cheating on me," I blurted, making her look to me with a baffled expression.

"What?"

Deciding to roll with it, I closed my laptop and met her confused stare. "Don't try to hide it, Leigh, I know. I saw you last night. At the party." She continued to play dumb, so I added with distaste, "You were kissing Abby."

Leigh opened her mouth, half-gasping and half entertained as if I was suggesting the most ridiculous thing. "You're kidding, right? That's– that's what you think of me?"

I stood up quickly, glaring at her through glassy eyes. "Don't act coy. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I tried to wait for you to explain yourself just in case I misinterpreted, but you continued to hide it. No doubt hiding every other moment you spend with her, too, right?"

Leigh's confusion was quickly replaced with anger, as she stood up from her place on the couch and walked towards me, pointing a finger my way.

"How dare you jump to conclusions like that!"

"It's not jumping!" I shouted, unable to stop my emotions getting the better of me. "It's facts!" Smiling bitterly, I shook my head, vision blurry with unshed tears. "I always had my suspicions that she liked you, but I never thought it could be the other way, too..."

Leigh's glare was fiery. She clenched her fists by her side as she studied my expression, attempting to find an explanation for this accusation. And the fact that she was still playing dumb pissed me off.

"God, everybody told me that you could be like this," I muttered between gritted teeth. "You flip-flop between emotions. The constant mood swings, an explosion that everyone gets caught up in."

She crossed her arms, shrugging sarcastically. "Don't hold back or anything. Say what you really mean."

I clenched my jaw and stared at her, tears finally flowing. How could this be the same person I was in love with?

"I shouldn't have expected any different when it came to your partners," I finished with a hurt voice.

Her eyes narrowed as my words settled in. "Fuck you."

"Well, you won't be, will you? You're too busy fucking Abby!"

"You're not even giving me chance to explain!" she shouted with irritation.

"Explain what?! How you kept this from me? How you had all day to explain and you just didn't?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "You know, sometimes you can be such a..." I searched for the right word before my frustration landed on only one. "Such a bitch."

She pressed her trembling lips together as she glowered at me through teary eyes. It stung, knowing I was the reason she was upset. But she cheated on me. I had every right to be.

"Fuck off," she said harshly, before turning to grab her phone and jacket.

Slipping on her shoes, she stuck a middle finger in the air before leaving my house. I glared at the space where she was stood, heart pounding in my ears and chest tightening with discomfort. She deserved it. She did exactly what Alex did.

But this hurt so much more.

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I woke up late the next morning since I didn't have work and I was too devastated to do anything but stay in bed. Last night was difficult, just like the night before, and when I finally found myself falling asleep, all I dreamt of was Leigh.

Even though I didn't want to, I felt a guilt thrumming in my chest when my words came back to mind. I shouldn't have reacted so badly... and I definitely shouldn't have called her a bitch. My anger just took over, pushing away my love for her, and attacked her without question. But God, it still hurt. Just thinking about her with someone else reminded me of Alex and the voice message and–

Staying in bed sounded like the best option. But of course, the world had other plans.

My phone dinged, signalling I had a text, and I reluctantly reached over to my bedside table to pull it off charge. Through sleep-filled eyes, I tried to make out the name on the screen.

           Leigh ♥️

Suddenly awake, I swiped to open the message and felt my heart drop as I read it.

          Leigh ♥️: Fuck you.

Attached was a video, and as much as I wanted to get pissed at her text, I was curious to know what she'd sent. Playing it, I soon realised it was CCTV footage from her workplace, outside the toilets. At first, I squeezed my phone, thinking she'd sent it to rub it in my face. But then as I continued to watch, I saw the moments I missed last night.

Leigh walked out the toilet and Abby pulled her to the side, attempting to talk to her about something. There was no sound to the clip, but it was clear that Leigh was trying to back away and go elsewhere. They talked, Leigh using that smile she used when she was trying to be polite, before Abby suddenly pushed herself on her, kissing her. I pulled a face at the sight, reliving it all over again, but then Leigh shoved her away with anger.

Again, there was no sound, but I recognised that familiar Leigh wrath she subjected people to when they pissed her off. Hands were waving around as she seemed to be shouting in Abby's face, her face set into a permanent scowl as she did. Then she turned and stormed away, and the video ended.

Lowering my phone, I stared at the ceiling with a lump in my throat. She hadn't cheated, I'd just walked in on the wrong moment. Every horrible thing I'd said to her... completely uncalled for. No wonder she was angry and upset when I'd accused her – she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Fuck!" I shouted to nothing, before throwing my phone to the end of the bed with annoyance.

How the hell was I to make this right?

—

I spent the remainder of the morning trying to think of what I could do. Leigh wouldn't want to speak to me, understandably, but I had to try. It would be a terrible apology, but I couldn't just leave it. I loved her and I could only hope she'd still love me, even after every nasty thing I spat her way.

Knowing she'd be at work, I gave her boss and best friend, Drew, a call. Hopefully she hadn't told him everything I'd done otherwise he was definitely going to ignore me.

After a few rings, he finally answered and I couldn't stop my fingers from drumming against my thigh nervously.

"Y/N, thank God you rang! I was just about to call you," he said before I could build up the courage to speak.

I furrowed my brows. "You were?"

"You should come pick up your girlfriend," he said, and I figured he didn't know. "I don't know what her problem is and, don't get me wrong, I love Leigh, but I can't condone violence at the workplace."

My eyes widened so much I was surprised they didn't fall out my head. "What?!"

With a mixture of amazement and disappointment, he answered, "She punched a colleague of hers, Abby, in the face. It was so out of the blue – a solid punch to the jaw. Broke her knuckles, I think."

Jaw dropping, I forgot how to speak.

"She's at the hospital," he continued. "Thankfully, Abby isn't pressing charges – no idea why not, not that I want Leigh to get arrested obviously – but damn, there's a lot of paperwork to do and–"

"Drew!" I cut him off, worrying myself with thoughts of Leigh at the hospital by herself. "Text me the address. I'm on my way."

The drive to the hospital was agonisingly long, but I reached it quite quickly. I did attempt to call Leigh, unable to stop myself from checking if she was okay, but she didn't answer. This did nothing to ease my concern.

After making my way through the hospital, I finally arrived at Leigh's room. I let myself in, seeing her sat on a hospital bed with an ice pack covering her hand, balanced on a table. At the sight of me, she rolled her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she muttered lowly, refusing to meet my gaze.

I stepped inside hesitantly, my guilt returning as I remembered everything I accused her off. "Drew told me what happened."

She clenched her jaw. "Well, I'm not a baby. I'm fine on my own."

Ignoring her rightful annoyance, I sighed quietly. "Really, Leigh? You punched her?"

As if realising how silly it sounded when I said it aloud, she looked the other way and stayed quiet. Her jaw was still clenched as she contained her anger.

"What's the damage?" I asked, hoping my concern wouldn't piss her off. As always, I was wrong.

"None of your damn business," she snapped, still not looking my way.

I frowned, approaching her bedside, but she still refused to look my way. "Leigh, I want to apologise, I do, but I need to make sure you're okay first."

She rolled her eyes before finally looking to me and glaring powerfully. If I hadn't experienced being in a fight with Leigh before, I would have definitely tucked tail and ran. But I'd known her long enough to know that the mask of anger she wore right now was only a cover for the hurt she felt. The hurt I'd caused her. 

"You don't need to do anything," she retorted, before nodding to the door. "You can go."

My heart pounded with guilt. "Leigh, please.”

"Sorry, I don't mean to be a bitch or anything," she cut me off bitterly, before looking away and frowning to herself.

The words I'd said to her in a moment of fury returned to mind and I'd never hated myself more than in that moment.

"You know, since Matt died, almost everyone I know called me a bitch," she revealed quietly, voice filled with pain rather than hostility. "Even my family. Especially my family. But you... you never called it me, Y/N. Not once. Not even when I deserved it."

The silence that followed her words was deafening. Why the hell did I have to call her that? Why?

Before I could even think of how to respond, the door to her room opened and in walked a doctor, holding what looked like print-outs of x-ray scans.

"Oh," he said with mild confusion as he spotted me by Leigh's bedside. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Leigh's doctor. Doctor Syed. And you are?"

"Her girlfriend," I replied, just as she also replied, "My ex."

I gave her a stern look, accepting if she wanted to break up, but definitely not leaving her here alone.

"I'd like to stay if that's okay," I told Doctor Syed, sensing his confusion as he looked between Leigh and I, attempting to make out whatever was happening.

To my surprise, Leigh didn't argue, even when the doctor looked her way to see if she had a problem. She simply rolled her eyes, scoffed quietly, and said nothing.

Taking this as a response, Doctor Syed proceeded to explain about Leigh's injury, particularly the broken bones in her knuckle. Apparently she'd punched Abby with so much force that she'd literally broken the bone with a crack. The x-ray proved just that and gave the doctor a perfect sight of where he could fix it, thankfully, without surgery.

I waited with an unusually quiet Leigh as he put a splint and cast on her hand there and then. He then spoke about recovery times and how she was to look after herself. After writing up a prescription for pain meds and handing it to her, he quirked a brow questioningly.

"Is that all okay, Miss Shaw?" he asked.

Leigh was too busy brooding to listen, so I smiled at the doctor instead.

"I'll make sure she does that," I answered for her. "Thank you, doctor."

He nodded and returned the smile before wishing us luck and leaving. I looked to Leigh, who was quick to get up and grab her jacket, being careful with her hand. The two of us said nothing as we left the room and hospital, making our way out onto the street. Before I could ask how she was getting home, she began to walk away from me.

I groaned inwardly before following after her, stopping her from going any further. She glared across from me.

"What?" she said through gritted teeth.

"I can give you a ride home," I offered. "I parked down the street."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm fine walking."

I gave her a knowing look. "Leigh, you just broke your hand."

Realising my point, she sighed. "Fine. I'll call literally anyone but you for a ride."

Okay, I deserved that, but it still stung.

"Fine," I said, before waiting with her as she made the call.

She took a seat on the bench to the side of the road, waiting for a taxi, and I joined her, making her scoff.

"Just to make sure you get home safe," I said, when she gave me an incredulous look.

"Whatever," she mumbled, before watching the road for her taxi.

When it finally arrived, she didn't even spare me a glance before getting in and leaving. I sighed with regret, glad she was okay but realising I still hadn't had the chance to apologise to her. I was still yet to make this right.

—

It was the next day when I'd deemed it enough time to have given her space whilst also deciding I had to tell her how sorry I was before it was too late.

Building the courage to approach her front door was one thing, but knocking was another. I'm pretty sure I stared at the wood for ages before actually lifting my hand to knock. And even then, my heart was still pounding nervously in my chest.

After a moment, the door opened and revealed Leigh. But as soon as she recognised me, she made a move to close it.

"Leigh, please, wait–!" I tried, and put my foot in the doorway so she couldn't close it.

"I have nothing to say to you!" she exclaimed with irritation, glaring at me when she noticed my foot in the way. "Move it, Y/N."

"You don't have to say anything," I said with a frown and apologetic eyes. "Just hear me out. Please."

She pressed her lips together firmly, disguising her hurt with frustration. But when her eyes met mine, the pain was there and I felt guilty all over again, knowing I'd made her out to be the worst.

"I never should have said what I did," I started quickly, not wanting to lose my chance. "And I definitely shouldn't have called you a–" I winced, hating the word more than ever. "A bitch. I know you get angry when you're upset and that should've been my first indicator to knowing something wasn't right. I should've heard you out."

"But you didn't," she cut me off with a terrifyingly calm voice. "You jumped to conclusions instead. When I've never given you any reason to doubt me."

I licked my lips and looked down shamefully. She was right. "I know."

"Do you?" she asked rhetorically, a hint of resentment in her voice. "Because you jumped on me so fast that I didn't even see it coming."

Risking looking up, I saw the defensive stance she took, arms crossed judgementally and jaw tensed with annoyance.

"For the record," she added, expression softening a little, "I didn't tell you about the kiss because it meant nothing and I didn't want to upset you for no reason."

I swallowed the rising lump in my throat, the guilt thickening and squeezing the life out of me.

"I can't believe you'd think I would do something like that to you," she admitted with a heartbreaking voice, uncrossing her arms. "I love you, Y/N. I'd never hurt you like that. Never."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I pinched the bridge of my nose, memories of Alex flooding to the surface. "I know, Leigh, I know. I do."

She sighed before me. "Then why?"

Releasing my nose, I opened my eyes and was surprised at the blurriness, tears having formed. I was losing the woman I love because of my stupidity and I couldn't. I couldn't lose her. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how much it hurt.

"Do you remember my last girlfriend?" I asked reluctantly, before clearing my throat. "Alex?"

Her brows creased together with confusion. "Yes. What about her?"

Letting out an embarrassed sigh, I avoided Leigh's gaze. "We broke up because she cheated on me. With... with someone from work."

When Leigh didn't say anything, I looked up and saw her shocked expression.

"What?" she asked with disbelief. "You said it was a mutual breakup."

I pinched the skin inside my palm to feel something other than hurt and awkwardness. "I– it was easier to say that than admit the truth because the truth was– is embarrassing." Unable to hold her gaze for much longer, I focused on the door next to her. "You were going through a lot at the time, Leigh. The last thing you needed was to deal with my bullshit, too."

She frowned, trying to meet my eyes, but I was too ashamed to look her way. "You should've told me, Y/N."

I shook my head slowly. "I shouldn't have. Just like I shouldn't have assumed you'd be like her. I just– I got horribly insecure and I know that you're not her. You're nothing like her. And I shouldn't have treated you like the villain."

"No...," she began, still adjusting to my words. "No, that makes so much sense." Her good hand rested on my cheek as she forced me to look her way. "I'm so sorry that happened."

I pulled back, her hand dropping to her side, and wiped away a stray tear. I'd never meant to earn her pity – I'd done something wrong. This wasn't me earning sympathy, I just wanted her to know the truth.

"I don't want you to apologise," I told her. "I just want you to understand that I'm sorry. So sorry, Leigh. I hate that I– I ruined something good, something amazing. I never meant for this to happen," I motioned to her hand, "and I don't want you to think of me like– like– like this. Like–"

She moved forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. "I don't. I really don't."

I closed my eyes and stuffed my head into her neck, holding her tightly. She stroked the back of my hair soothingly and pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

"I forgive you," she murmured, and just like that, relief spread through me. "I'm so sorry about what happened to you. I promise I'd never to that to you. Never in a million years."

I pulled apart, wiping my tears away sheepishly whilst nodding. "I know you wouldn't, Leigh. I'm sorry for even thinking that you would."

She cupped my cheek, using her thumb to swipe away a tear. Green eyes met mine, sparkling with unshed tears that made me feel guilty because I'd never wanted to make her cry.

"I know you are," she said gently, before offering me a small smile. "Come inside, yeah? You can make it up to me by watching movies with me."

I let out a small laugh and she smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my lips before holding out her hand. I rested mine in hers and let her lead me inside, hand tingling where her skin touched mine.

Leigh Shaw was anything but a bitch. She was the most caring, considerate person I'd ever met, and when she flashed me a reassuring smile as we headed to the couch, I knew one thing.

I was lucky to have her.

#leigh shaw #leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw imagine #sorry for your loss #sorry for your loss imagine #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen

[atelier-maroron]

Comte's older twin brother Cain -ikevamp oc-

@akitsuneswife Ask and ye shall receive! But seriously, thank you and everyone who liked/reblogged my initial post orz

So here's a wip of what "Cain" looks like, except while I like this hairstyle I'm not sure I like it for him. His outfit is still TBD so just ignore the... whatever the hell it is I drew on him here. It's a placeholder. I love floofy sleeves and I will draw them on everybody.

1. Why is his name Cain?

So like I mentioned before, Cain isn't actually his name, but he eventually took it for himself out of spite and hopelessness, as a symbol, and abandoning his real name for good. It stems from his inferiority complex, but that itself has its roots in something unexpected.

There was no sibling rivalry between himself and Comte initially. They both had their individual talents and they were both adored by their family.

But then one day Comte from the future appears in the past. He just, poof, appears out of nowhere and passes out in front of them. The twins are around 9 years old at this time.

Comte is badly injured, but of course being a pureblood, his wounds are ultimately non-life-threatening. Still, he requires attention.

The boys don't immediately recognize the older Comte. In fact it's Vlad who sheepishly points out the resemblance. Then, being kids, their minds immediately leap to time-travel.

Thinking it's the coolest thing ever, they carry Big Comte to their secret treehouse and use their collective knowledge (which is rather substantial for their age given their noble upbringing) to nurse him back to health.

When Big Comte wakes up, he's very surprised by where (and when) he is, and even more surprised, distressed in fact, when he sees that he suddenly has a twin brother. But he remains tactful, and not wanting to disrupt the delicate balance of space-time any more than he already has by unintentionally travelling to his own past, he pretends to be oblivious.

But the kids are like, "We already know who you are."

But Comte maintains his charade. "And who do you think I am?"

"You're one of us from the future," says Cain.

"But we don't know who," says Smol Comte.

"I think he's Cain," says Vlad. "Are you still friends with future-me?"

Big Comte gets real quiet when Vlad asks this, and for a brief second an incredibly sad expression crosses his features.

"Oh no," says Vlad. "Did I die?"

"You can't die, dummy, you're a pureblood."

"Don't call Vlad a dummy, dummy."

"Anyway," Big Comte clears his throat, trying to swallow the big lump. He can't afford to be nostalgic or heartbroken right now. "I really must be going."

"Not so fast!" Each of the boys dashes to block a different door/window out of the treehouse.

"Are you me?" asks Cain.

"Or are you me?" asks Smol Comte.

And as Comte exchanges looks with the trio, he starts to wonder what exactly he's gotten himself into.

To be continued because somehow this turned into a fanfic???

* But wait, you say. Couldn't the boys just check Big Comte for some obvious birthmark? Absolutely. But Big Comte is not about to let them.

- Cain's Secret -

One of Cain's fangs is very obviously chipped from roughhousing with Comte and Vlad when they were kids. Normally it would have fixed itself but for some reason (read: my capricious whim) it just never did. He's indifferent about it but MC finds it endearing and loves running her tongue over it when they kiss.

#ikevamp oc #ikevamp hcs #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikevamp comte #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp oc cain #wip

[keewriting]

Cove x MC - One Shot #5 (request)

[Read on google docs to insert your MC's name]

You blinked your eyes open and adjusted to the blearly blue scenery. Your eyes stung, but weeks of practice made the pain bearable. A fish the size of your head swam past you swiftly. You recognized it as Gerald, the parrotfish that you became well acquainted with these past few weeks. Your coworkers helped you come up with the name after realizing how attached he was to the divers. He had a rough scar across his forehead that helped distinguish him from the other fish.

Gerald was one of many fish that lived in the mermaid performance tank. A dimly lit room with space for 60 audience members held the massive circular tank. Cove Holden would stand among those 60 people during the show this afternoon. His presence in the audience induced a mixture of nerves and excitement within you. Three years ago you admitted your feelings to each other but there was still an air of uncertain awkwardness between you two. Despite that, you invited Cove to watch your first live performance today.

You looked at the waterproof stopwatch on your wrist. One minutes and 37 seconds. Your breath-holding record was almost five minutes. Growing up by the ocean gave you years of experience underwater, but the divers at the aquarium taught you techniques to extend your lung capacity. It was enough time to last through the entire four-minute performance.

You swam around the tank, propelled by your finned feet. The tank decorations made it feel like you were exploring the ocean floor. Schools of bright tropical fish populated the coral structures. A variety of colorful aquatic plants shot up from the sand. The previous part-time job you had couldn’t compare to this one. You felt at peace in the water, and more connected to Cove, who you still suspected was a real mermaid.

The pressure in your head increased and you knew it was time to surface for a breath. You checked the stopwatch as you ascended. Four minutes and 49 seconds. A new record. The air filled your lungs desperately when you broke the surface. You had plenty of time to continue practicing before the performance in four hours.

Four hours later

The chatter of a crowd filling the room triggered your nerves. The secret entrance to the mermaid tank hovered above the auditorium out of the audience’s sight. You stood between your two fellow mermaids, gripping the railing to maintain balance on finned feet. You took a deep breath and focused on the ethereal notes of the ocean lullaby.

The show’s director held up a hand to count down from three. Two. One. You followed the lead mermaid into the tank with a graceful dive. The splash of the third diver behind you was your cue to open your eyes. Once again, your sight adjusted underwater. You thrust downward with your fin and pulled up into a full loop. The guidelines for your performance were lax— as long as you executed the main tricks the show would be a success.

Finding Cove in the audience became your first goal. The visibility was low in the tank, but you couldn’t miss his seafoam green locks. He was also the tallest figure standing among a sea of small children. You swam towards his side of the tank, flapping your tail teasingly. As you drew nearer, the features on his face became discernable. The refracting light from the tank reflected beautifully on his ocean eyes. He stared at you adoringly, his mouth hung open.

You winked at him and swam swiftly to the center of the tank to avoid lingering in one spot. One of your mermaid companions held out her hands to you. In unison you held each other’s hands and pressed forward. Your faces met inches apart. She smiled at you sweetly as her long mane drifted around you. The intimacy made you blush, but your mind still drifted to Cove. You both pushed apart from each other into a smooth underwater backflip.

You swam a lap around the tank, waving to everyone in the crowd. The glowing amazement on the children’s faces filled you with warmth. Your pace slowed as you approached Cove. He stepped forward and pressed his hands against the glass. His red cheeks were unmistakable and he looked as captivated as the children on either side of him.

You thrust yourself backwards with your arms pointed above your head. Your core tightened as you performed the drill spin. The spiralling motion made you dizzy, but you recovered and stabilized. You couldn’t resist stealing another glance at Cove. His smile was wide, the childlike wonder apparent in his expression.

The final act on your list was the beloved mermaid kiss. You steadied yourself in front of Cove with your arms outstretched. His eyes widened and he moved his face closer, nose nearly touching the glass. You placed your palms on either side of your mouth and moved them into the shape of a heart while blowing air outward. The burst of bubbles formed into a heart that traveled to the glass in front of Cove. You could hear the faint sound of children squealing, but your eyes focused on Cove’s reaction. His blush deepened and he beamed at you.

Cove's expression sent butterflies to your stomach. His admiration was addicting, but the pressure felt unbearable. Your lungs needed air. You gave one final wave to the crowd and swam upwards to the dock. Your mermaid companions followed suit. The diving assistants helped the mermaids out of the water and into the locker rooms. Too focused on breathing, you all remained silent.

Your mind was racing with thoughts on how you performed and Cove’s perception of you as a mermaid. Earlier this morning you asked him to meet you outside the employee locker rooms after the show. You couldn't wait to hear his thoughts.

After the assistants helped you out of the tail you toweled off and changed into casual clothes. Your hair was still damp, but meeting with Cove was more important than looking presentable.

You bounded out of the locker room offering a quick farewell to your coworkers. The hallway stretched onward with no sign of Cove. You walked forward, hoping that he didn’t forget your plan to meet. As you turned the corner, an out of breath Cove halted in front of you.

Cove: Y/N!

You jumped backward, startled by his enthusiasm.

Cove: Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.

Y/N: It’s okay! I thought you forgot…

Your eyes lowered from Cove’s face to his hands. He was holding a colorful faux coral figurine and a dolphin balloon. You met his gaze again, one eyebrow raised quizzically. He sighed and offered the treasures to you.

Cove: People usually give bouquets of flowers after a performance, but the gift shop didn’t have any.

You didn’t speak, stunned by his thoughtfulness, but accepted the gifts. Your heart was pounding. Cove continued nervously.

Cove: I know coral isn’t a flower, or even a plant, but it’s pretty, and your performance was pretty. It made sense in my head. I hope it’s not stupid.

You wanted Cove to continue rambling, but he stopped and waited for your reaction. He clenched his fists at his sides. You couldn’t hold back a smile any longer. Relief washed over Cove’s reddened face.

Y/N: You’re seriously cute. Thank you for this.

Cove: It’s nothing, really.

His eyes darted away from you. With the coral in one hand and balloon in the other, you wrapped your arms around Cove. He gasped, but wiggled his arms out from your embrace and returned the hug. You nuzzled your face into his comforting chest. Your damp hair soaked into his t-shirt. When you pulled away you grimaced apologetically at the wet spot.

Y/N: Sorry about that.

Cove: No worries, a hug from a mermaid is always welcome.

He spoke with a hint of flirtation in his voice. You appreciated that Cove was trying.

Y/N: Soooo, what did you think? Spare no details.

Cove: Uh— I think I’ll spare some details.

He looked surprised by his own words, but continued speaking.

Cove: Anyway, I enjoyed it. The tank looked awesome, and the music was nice.

You stared intently at Cove, waiting for him to mention you specifically.

Cove: I thought Gerald did a great job. He almost stole the show.

That got a booming laugh from you. You told many stories to Cove about Gerald the fish and how he lingered near you during practice.

Y/N: I’m impressed you recognized him. Almost stole the show, you say?

You raised your eyebrows at Cove, who appeared like a deer in headlights.

Cove: It was hard to keep my eyes off you.

Cove paused, forming his next sentence carefully.

Cove: Your movement was fluid and mesmerizing, like a real mermaid.

You chuckled abruptly.

Y/N: A real mermaid? You mean like you?

Cove rolled his eyes and crossed his arms conclusively, not willing to speak anymore. You weren’t letting him off the hook this easily.

Y/N: I’d like to hear more of your thoughts. What was your favorite part?

Cove: Oh, hm.

He tapped his finger on his chin, pretending to think hard about the question. His words were a soft mumble.

Cove: The bubble kiss…

Y/N: Speak louder, Cove.

Cove huffed and hugged his arms around his body tighter.

Cove: I know you heard me, Y/N.

He groaned and hung his head. You stepped closer to him, the tips of your feet touching his. You whispered.

Y/N: Did you like seeing me as a mermaid?

Cove’s radiant eyes snapped upward. You stared into them intensely. Cove powered through your scrutiny.

Cove: Of course I did!

You burst out laughing.

Y/N: I tease you too much, don't I?

Cove: Uh-huh…

You squinted at him and stuck out your tongue.

Y/N: Or maybe not enough.

Cove: Is the interrogation finished?

You feigned indignation with an exaggerated scoff.

Y/N: Well if that’s how you see it!

You grinned mischievously and bopped his nose with your finger before stepping backward.

Y/N: If you’re lucky you might get another mermaid kiss someday.

Cove bit his lip, unable to hide that he wasn't unphased by your words.

Cove: I am proud of you. I know how hard you’ve been working.

Your expression softened.

Y/N: I appreciate that, Cove.

A wave of bashfulness consumed you for a moment. Cove’s sincerity wasn’t unusual, but it felt different this time.

Y/N: I’m glad you came to watch. Even though you were kind of a distraction.

Cove looked appalled.

Cove: What?

Y/N: To be honest, it was also hard for me to look away from you.

Cove: I wasn’t doing anything, Y/N.

Y/N: You don’t have to do anything to be a distraction.

Cove was silently pensive. You decided to be explicit for the sake of his brain.

Y/N: I like you, Cove.

His mouth fell open. You refused to believe that this was a shock to him

Y/N: But you already knew that.

Cove: You— agh. Can I take you somewhere for dinner?

The subject change caught you off guard, but you didn’t want to push Cove.

Y/N: Yes.

You hooked your arm into his.

Y/N: Lead the way, landlubber!

Cove chuckled and walked with you out of the aquarium. You felt proud of your performance, and thrilled about Cove's reaction. It was fitting that the way to his heart was through a mythical sea creature. You hoped Cove would be willing to continue the conversation about your feelings during dinner.

#our life #our life: beginnings & always #our life beginnings & always #cove holden #cove #cove holden x reader #cove holden x mc #lgbt #writing #my writing #gb patch games #gb patch #fanfic #fanwork #fandom #oc #self insert #mc #romance #one shot #visual novel #otome game #request #mermaid

[mooniefics]

— first impressions

pairing : zeke jaeger / fem reader / reiner braun

word count : 7.5k

tags : sorta fluff (i can’t help myself i love reiner), eventual smut, threesome (f/m/m), situational humiliation, one night stand, spitroasting, drunk + unsafe sex

warnings : nsfw, mild sexual coercion

summary : a chance meeting between you and reiner leaves you enjoying an evening with the warriors upon their much anticipated return from the war. but doing your new friends a favor leads to a night you'll never forget.

— originally posted 12 / 22 / 20 on ao3 —

"reiner! is that really you?!"

you stood quickly from your place at the booth, unable to stop yourself from scrambling up to the small group of soldiers, who were all looking down at you with a mixture of confusion and amusment.

"you didn't tell us you had a girlfriend back home, braun." the dark-haired woman to his right teased, earning a crossed frown from your friend.

"not my girlfriend." he muttered, ignoring their chuckles as he turned his attention back to you, "i haven't changed that much in a few months, have i?"

you sighed, a relieved grin breaking out across your face as he opened his arms to you, gratefully accepting his invitation and squeezing him tight, face pressing into his shoulder. the scent of gunpowder that usually clung to him in his uniform was absent on his civilian clothes, replaced instead with the pleasant smell of fresh linen. "a few months? felt more like a whole year to me."

you stayed cognizant of the people behind him, now exchanging curious glances at the sight of their comrade's affection, the woman who'd initially teased him whispering something to the stern looking man by her side that made his expression crack into a small grin. he pulled away from you after a moment, a soft smile warming his usually sullen features, which dampened at a hand being placed on his shoulder.

"would you care to introduce us, reiner?" a low voice asked, the speaker stepping to reiner's side to get a good look at you.

you instantly recognized the man, face flushing with embarrassment as you scrambled to find your words. "c-captain jaeger! i apologize for interrupting your evening, p-please forgive-"

"nonsense." he said, holding out his hand for you to shake, "and no need for the formalities, feel free to call me zeke."

you clasped your hands gratefully around his, shaking vibrantly much to his amusement. you exchanged names with the remaining three, the tired looking but jovial woman, pieck, insisting that you join them on their night out. seeing as you had already planned to be at the old bar for the rest of the night by yourself, you had no qualms with inviting them all to fill the remaining seats of the booth you'd been occupying before they entered.

"pock here isn't much of a talker," she said after everyone got themselves situated, poking the cheek of the man she'd been whispering to earlier, "he's a little shy, but don't hold it against him."

"i thought i told you not to call me that.." he grumbled in reply, smacking away her hand and earning a small round of laughter from everyone at the table. the freshest face among them, colt, flagged down the barmaiden that was milling about the tavern floor, ordering a beer for everyone at the table with a kind smile.

"this'll be the only one for me tonight." you told him across the table after the woman had sauntered away, "i kinda didn't budget to be drinking more than one beer tonight anyways.."

"don't worry about it." you turned at reiner's voice beside you, gaze flitting down to see him thumbing through the bills in his wallet, "i'll pay for you tonight. my treat."

"nice to see that you know how to treat a lady." zeke quipped with a grin from his place on your left, earning another unreadable frown from reiner, but you could see the flush creeping up on his cheeks as a result of the implication.

before he could dismiss his friend, the barmaiden had returned, toting six mugs filled to the brim with beer on her serving platter. everyone murmured their thanks as she passed them around the table, her eyes lingered on colt before she slipped away to attend to another awaiting party.

"look at you, colt! haven't even been here for thirty minutes and you've already got the ladies swooning." pieck drawled, taking a long sip from her mug with a smile on her lips as she watched the young man stammer out an excuse.

you couldn't help but laugh along at the display, taking a generous drink of your own as you watched the conversation pick up around you. pieck seemed to be more than comfortable with everyone at the table, fueling the majority of the discussion with her playful words. porco, as she'd said, didn't seem to be much of a talker, but nodded along to what the others said, contributing a brief input when he saw fit and staying silent for the rest of the time. colt wasn't naive, but he was easy to tease, the perfect target for little jabs here and there from around the table that drew irritated, flustered protests from him and made everyone laugh.

the dynamic that had intrigued you the most was that between zeke and reiner. they didn't speak directly to the other often, mostly relaying remarks through their responses to the others, but when they did, there seemed to be an odd sort of tension between them. not exactly rivals, but not exactly friends either. they were on the same team, but there was a clear disconnect between them despite that. you felt every slight shift that reiner made when zeke addressed him, debating on whether you should request to move from your place between them for your sake or stay as a buffer for reiner's.

everyone was on their third glass—the only exception being reiner, who was nearly through his fourth—definitely loosened up though not quite drunk yet, but before you could put much thought into how you'd go about doing that, porco spoke to you for the first time. "so, how do you even know reiner?"

"oh! i'd also like to know too!" pieck piped up between sips, downing the rest of her mug in one go and resting her chin in her hands. everyone's attention had turned to you in an instant, intently waiting for your response, making your posture stiffen as you twisted your hands in your lap.

"well, it was a few years ago, when the war with the mid-east had just started ramping up." you began, tensing up the slightest bit when you felt your hand brush reiner's under the table, "i was working at the produce shop down on kaiser lane, and one day reiner came by with his mother on one of her grocery visits, she had always spoken to me about him when i was counting up her total. i asked her if this was son she was always talking about, and she said yes and introduced us. reiner looked tired," pieck giggled at that. "so i tried to hurry it up a little for his sake, and then she paid and they both went on their way. later that day i came here, and i saw him sitting alone at the counter, so i decided to sit down next to him and see if he could put up with my insufferable small talk for a little while. we ended up talking all night, and we've been great friends since then."

"well, isn't that the sweetest thing," pieck smiled warmly at you from across the table, balancing her head on one hand so could pensively drum her fingers across the wood, "if i didn't know any better, i'd say you two made a lovely couple!"

"pieck, would you stop bothering reiner." porco chided, waving a hand at your friend, "just look at him, he looks like he's one more girlfriend comment away from popping a blood vessel."

reiner grumbled out a low 'fuck you', gulping down the rest of his beer and flagging down the barmaiden as the rest of the warriors shared a hearty laugh at his expense. you yourself were similarly blushing at their constant assertions of something more between the two of you. it's not as if you hadn't mulled the idea over in your head many times before on all the previous outings you'd been on together, and the few times the two of you had gotten drunk enough to fool around a bit before one of you came to your senses and excused yourself for the night.

there were some days where you were glad you kept a modest distance between yourselves, and there were others where you wanted to do nothing more than throw all caution to the window and just enjoy one irresponsible night of doing whatever came to mind, no doubts or worries or responsibilities to get in the way, politics and the war be damned. you started to shake away those unnecessary thoughts, but zeke did a much better job of distracting you when his arm fell around your shoulders, giving you a friendly squeeze as he spoke.

"i see that even in good company, my colleagues' manners still aren't up to par," he said, directing his words at you but talking loud enough for anyone to hear, "allow me to apologize on their behalf."

"oh hush, zeke, you're the worst out of all of us!" pieck argued through her laughter, playfully kicking his shin under the table, "you're only playing nice because she's here."

her words didn't draw his attention away from your face, gleaming grey eyes intently drinking in the emotions passing over your flushed features. you laughed nervously, turning away to face the rest of the table, sneaking a glance at reiner as the barmaiden swept by to clean up the empty glasses and replace them with filled mugs. he had an irritated frown drawn across his lips, worry lines creasing his face as he gulped down half of his mug in seconds.

"look's like you're finally not the one overdoing it, huh colt?" you heard pieck whisper into the young man's ear, snickering at him when he turned away from her and huffed.

just glancing around at them all made you forget that everyone of them were living on borrowed time, that in less than a month they would most likely be shipped out on their next assignment to defend marley against any one of the neighboring nations that were just waiting to pounce at the slightest slip up. aside from reiner, they all seemed to be forgetting that fact as well in favor of just enjoying this night while it was still young.

another banter-filled hour passed, your table not noticing how the bar had been steadily emptying as closing time drew near. zeke had kept his grasp around you for the entire time, much to reiner's dismay, which was evident on his face each time you tried to coax him back into the conversation, always faltering each time zeke peered over you to repeat your question to him with a thinly veiled haughtiness. reiner had gone through more beer than anyone at the table, his flushed face and low-lidded gaze along with his slurring words letting you know just how drunk he'd really become. but aside from his borderline unpleasant exchanges with your friend, zeke was incredibly charismatic, almost overbearingly so, your own intoxication making it easy for you give in to his infectious energy and laugh along with him and everyone else at the table.

sure, you were worried about reiner, but he knew that you would always be friends at the end of the day, and you had to make a good impression on these newly introduced people who were so kind as to invite you in on one of their rare leisurely getaways from the military barracks. so you let yourself lean into zeke's side, relishing in the warmth that you'd been craving for so long—a warmth that the alcohol only made you want more and more—the break in your routine that you'd been searching for in an evening alone turning into a night that you were sure you wouldn't forget for a long time. they didn't even seem to care that you weren't an honorary marleyan, or even that you were a lowly blue-collar worker that made a measly sum at her meaningless job on a forgettable street corner.

but alas, the blissfully ignorant fun of the table's atmosphere was dampened by the arrival of the barmaiden with your table's tab, setting it down in front of colt with a coy smile as she gathered up the rest of your empty glasses and disappeared into the back of the tavern.

"aw colt, you never made your move!" pieck chided, giggling as she dug into the pocket of her skirt to reach for her wallet just as everyone else around the table was doing.

"reiner.. are you okay?" you gently nudged his arm, looking over with concern at the sight of him. his elbow was propped on the table, forehead resting in the heel of his palm as he stared down at his lap, mouth drawn into a slight frown.

"shit, he's loaded." porco commented snarkily.

"we can't let magath see him like this!" colt said nervously, looking around at his colleagues, waiting for one of them to come up with a plan to deal with this new issue.

you glanced from colt to reiner, then up at zeke, turning back to everyone as you made an offer. "well.. i have a guest room at my house, he could stay there for the night if it makes things any easier for you all."

"oh, you're an angel!" pieck sighed, reaching across the table and clasping your hands in hers, "and if the commander asks, i could say that he decided to stay with his family!!"

"sharp as always, pieck." zeke chimed from beside you, "though, i don't think it'd be fair to make her watch him all by herself, so i think it'd be best if i help her out with him for the evening, just to be sure he doesn't cause her any trouble."

he met eyes with pieck, and for a moment you thought you saw the briefest flash of realization cross her features, the slightest smirk perking up at her lips before her face relaxed back into its natural smile and she nodded at him. "great idea." she said, tugging at porco and colt's sleeves, "i'll deal with these two, and i'll tell the commander that you had a change of heart as well. reiner, hand me your wallet if you can't count the bills."

"i've got it." he grunted, fumbling with his wallet for a few moments before slamming a fistful of bills down in front of her.

"thank you very much!" she sang happily, getting all the money in order and putting her own small tip for the barmaiden before she slapped colt's arm a few times, prompting him to start scooting out of the booth.

zeke finally retracted his arm to begin leaving the booth, standing out on the floor and offering his hand out to you. you flushed, taking it and allowing him to help you to your feet. everyone got themselves situated, stepping out of the bar and saying their goodbyes, pieck, colt, and porco turning to make their way back to the barracks, zeke slinging reiner's arm over his shoulder and following you along as you gave directions on how to get to your home.

there wasn't many words exchanged between the three of you on your short walk, only having some small talk with zeke between the bouts of comfortable silence hanging around you in the warm night air. you arrived home within minutes, wrestling the key into the old lock and holding open the door for zeke to help reiner in.

"i can walk myself, jaeger." he muttered while kicking his shoes off, earning a low chuckle from the older man.

"then why aren't you doing it right now?"

he didn't get a response as you directed them to your bedroom, hoping to settle him down as soon as you could in the hopes of him being able to get enough rest to sleep off the worst parts of his hangover. while zeke assisted him, you scampered over to the guest bedroom to get it ready for your other, less intoxicated guest. but as you opened the door to the bedroom, you were mortified at the sight of your mess upon looking into the room. in the moment of wanting to do something nice for your friends, you'd completely forget about how you'd basically turned your spare room into more of a storage closet.

looking around to try and think about where to get started, hopefully make it look like you didn't completely neglect this room for the past few months before zeke finished putting his friend to bed, you felt a hand on your shoulder, stiffening in surprise as you slowly turned to look at him.

"i-i'm really sorry, i totally wasn't expecting guests tonight, and i promise i've been meaning to move everything to the basement-"

"don't worry about it, really." he stopped you before you could continue to profusely apologize, offering you another one of those warm smiles that made your knees feel weak, "let me help you, it's the least i could do after you opened your home to a couple of irresponsible soldiers." to your surprise, he brushed past you, picking up one of the many boxes that had accumulated on the bed and floor over the months. "you said you had a basement, right? would you mind showing me where it is exactly?"

unable to find your words, you pointed halfheartedly to the door at the end of the hall, watching him carry one of the few boxes that had left you panting by the time you'd transported them across the house with ease, not even having to set it down to open the door and begin descending the steps. his quick return up the steps finally spurred you into action, hauling another box into your arms and repeating his path of depositing it down in your basement and returning to your room to grab another, making sure to take it slow on your way down the steps from how heavy the alcohol made your limbs feel.

within a few minutes, you both had everything squared away. you let yourself take a seat on the now empty bed, breathing out a sigh of relief and wiping the sweat that had begun to bead around your forehead with the back of your hand, watching as he settled down next to you. "sheesh, you made all that heavy lifting look so easy! and thank you again, for doing such a generous favor for me."

"there's no need to thank me." he replied earnestly, a hand settling on your thigh, making you suppress a small flinch, "you have a lovely home, do you really live all on your own?"

you tried to laugh off the warmth of his hand on your skin through your long skirt. "y-yeah, it's just been me for a while. sometimes friends come over for the night, but for the most part, it's just me."

zeke hummed pensively, grey eyes shining with something dangerous as he gazed down at you. "makes sense that someone such as yourself hasn't found anybody qualified enough to settle down with," he grinned at your flustered expression, openly appreciating the way your eyes widened and you breathed out a soft, indecisive 'thank you', "though, i was so sure that you and reiner had something between you.."

"n-no! it's not like that." the words spilled out of your mouth before you could even think about them, the desire to answer him overriding any clear thought that might cut through your intoxicated embarrassment, "i'm sure s-soldiers such as him and yourself don't really have time to play around with people l-like me."

you mentally slapped yourself for coming to such a conclusion, let alone allowing it to actually exit your brain and be heard by the most esteemed guest you'd probably ever have the honor of hosting.

"oh?" he peered curiously at you, thumb rubbing a slow stroke over your leg, face seeming much closer than it was a few blinks ago, "and what exactly is that supposed to mean?" you knew just how intentional his word choice was, practically setting up a verbal trap for you to fall into, but how could you not take the bait when it was marley's strongest warrior dangling it before you?

"i-i-i'm sorry, s-sir— zeke!"

you scrambled to correct yourself, looking any place except his face and wanting to do nothing more than hide away somewhere where neither him nor reiner could find you to sober yourself up before you could humiliate yourself any further. but you felt the desperation that was now gripping your pounding heart start to squeeze like a vice around it when a rough hand found your chin, gently turning your head to face him again.

"again with the apologies.. what am i going to do with you?"

your bottom lip quivered, more frantic sorries threatening to spill out, but stopped by the lack of air that you were able to take in from his proximity. you hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until you felt a tight ache seize your chest, exhaling an alarmed breath as you stared up into the glinting grey irises studying your face, mirroring their actions at the tavern but containing all of the hunger he'd been hiding in front of his comrades. the hand of your thigh slid up your leg just an inch, zeke breathing out a chuckle at the feeling of you tensing under his touch.

"if you must know," his face was so close that you could even see the pale freckles dotting across his sharp cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, the shadowed contour of his face looking even deeper in the dim light of the guest room, parted lips exhaling a warm breath that fanned across your face, the scent of alcohol still evident as he slowly spoke, "a soldier such as myself can make plenty of time to play around with someone like you."

you couldn't barely contain your awe, drawing in another shaky, shallow breath at the feeling of his lips brushing across your own, just daring you to indulge in his offer. you could barely form a cohesive thought before your brain forced a new topic into your conscious, confusion and shock and abrupt desire drowning out all the rationality that you were so desperately grasping for in this moment.

you'd just met this man tonight, it didn't matter that you'd known of his grand legacy even from when you were a young girl or felt like you'd gotten to know him quite a bit in that short amount of time, you'd only shaken his hand and drank with him and sat face-to-face with him for the first time just a few hours ago. not to mention how the person you were truly familiar with, the one who wasn't nearly a decade your senior, the one you had really been yearning for was just down the hall in your bed, only two shut doors and a few thin walls away from this spectacle. but, zeke was right in front of you, and he was offering out an opportunity that was impossible to refuse—an offer that you really, really didn't want to refuse.

so you didn't. you gave in to the sinful temptation of his warmth, his skin, his soft touches with calloused, work-roughened hands, the knowledge that this kiss was only just the beginning of something unforgettable.

in contrast to his hands, his lips were soft, ridiculously soft as they pressed over yours, the fingers at your chin unfurling to cup the length of your jaw. you leaned into his touch, earning a pleased grunt from him when your trembling hand found his hair, slowly carding through it as you focused on maintaining the easy rhythm of his kiss. you stifled a small sound when the hand on your leg smoothed up to your inner thigh, not pressing any further, just gently stroking and giving the occasional squeeze to the pliant flesh through your skirt.

you could feel the light flutter in your chest heavy and knot into something familiar, twisting deep in your stomach as he sucked at your bottom lip, nipping at it before his attention wandered across your cheek, the hand at your jaw tilting your head up to expose more of your neck to his eager mouth. faint kisses gave way to teasing bites and licks, drawing a soft whimper as he sucked with the intent to bruise where your shoulder met your neck. he seemed to appreciate the way your grasp in his hair tightened, the hand on your thigh traveling across your waist to find the knotted string holding up your skirt.

the progression of his actions felt natural, but almost too fast at the same time, your hand giving an apprehensive tug to his hair when you felt the waistline of your skirt go slack with the undoing of its lacing. he groaned lowly at the sensation, spurring you to do it again when his teeth grazed over the forming redness just right. you could feel the haze of arousal fogged your mind already, all rationale dissipating under the influence of the alcohol and the hands that were now roaming your body, searching for a moment for the top button of your shirt before they began to messily undo those as well. each brush of his fingers across your bare skin sent goosebumps across the expanse of your chest, making quick work of your blouse as he pushed it over your shoulders, guiding your arms out of the sleeves before tossing it aside in favor of working on the clasp of your bra, never pulling away from his place at your neck for more than a moment before returning the bruising attention of his mouth back over the flushed skin.

you breathed out a weak whimper at the feeling of his thumb and forefinger taking one of your nipples between them, bra forgotten somewhere on the floor with your shirt, baring the entirety of your naked torso to him. he could feel how you squirmed when another hand smoothed down your stomach, slipping beneath your skirt's waistline and settling just between your legs, only a sheer barrier provided by your thin underwear, the arousal threatening to soak through the fabric leaving it clinging to every fold. he hummed appreciatively at the welcome surprise, drawing more stifled sounds out of you when his fingers slowly stroked over your clothed cunt.

"all this just for me?" he murmured lowly in your ear, thumb pressing down on your clit, rubbing slow circles over the sensitive nub.

his touch was electrifying, almost overwhelmingly good as you arched into it, the hand at your breast now groping at the supple flesh, palm offering a much-needed friction over your nipple. you finally registered his teasing question, barely managing a disoriented 'mhm' and a small nod, unable to think of anything else besides your heartbeat pounding loud enough that you though he might be able to hear, and the fingers prodded at you and teasing your body as they pleased.

your half-lidded gaze drifted to the door, blinking away the fogginess when you realized it wasn't actually properly shut. you opened your mouth to try and murmur out your observation, but the words in your head spilled out as an incoherent moan, feeling his mouth detach from your bruised neck before he urged you down onto the mattress. but the sight of him standing above you, tugging off his shirt and revealing the impressively toned physique of his stomach and chest, made you forget the ajar door behind him entirely. your hands moved without a second thought, pushing your skirt and underwear down your legs as far as you could, kicking them the rest of the way off as he began to unbuckle his belt.

you couldn't help the way your eyes widened when he shoved down his pants and underwear in one go, unable to choose between focusing your gaze on the smug smirk drawing across his lips or his achingly hard cock, already looking like more than you could handle even at a distance. he plucked his glasses off his face, setting them on the bedside table before he moved over you in bed, your hands tugging him down into a kiss and earning a low chuckle against your lips.

"eager little thing, aren't you?" he only pulled away for a moment to speak, knuckles dragging down the swell of your breast and curving down your waist. your legs spread in anticipation, back arching off the bed when his fingers finally trailed down between your thighs to smooth a finger down your pussy. "and so, so wet."

you squeaked at the intrusion of two thick fingers pumping into you, sliding in easily with a soft, wet sound. the rhythm of your lips faltered, whimpering as his tongue slid between your teeth, tangling with yours, mouth greedily swallowing every desperate sound you made for him. you were grateful for how he was muffling you, just barely remembering that there was another presence in your house besides you and zeke that you had to worry about, heat sparking up your spine at the feeling of his fingers curling just right inside you.

the thought of reiner finding you in here with the captain of his squad, so pathetically obedient and practically dripping from just his fingers, was horrifying and unnervingly thrilling all at once. would he be angry with you? why would he be? what did he even consider you as?

you couldn't dwell on that thought for too long, hips bucking and toes curling when his thumb rubbed firm circles over your clit, wordlessly begging for more. he seemed to be just as impatient as you were in the face of your desperation, pulling away from your lips and removing his touch from between your legs, rolling himself onto his back and tugging you on top of him in one swift motion. you flush even deeper as you watched him drink in the sight of your naked figure, large hands finding your hips, pupils blown wide enough to nearly swallow up the silvery grey of his irises as he eased you down so his cock was just at your aching cunt, offering a sliver of mercy by allowing you to seat yourself onto him as fast or slow as you'd like.

just the first few inches had you whimpering, hands settling on his chest to steady yourself, teeth worrying the skin of your bottom lip, trying to contain the borderline humiliating sounds that were making him grin so smugly up at you. you could feel tears pricking your eyes by the time you finally sank all the way down, deep, shaky breaths giving away your lack of composure even more so than the way the thighs on either side of him tremble, or the nails now digging into the toned muscles of his shoulders. he gave you just a moment of respite, letting you get used to the feeling of something so big before his grip on your hips fastened, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to guide you up and down on his cock.

the low groan your motion earned from him was enough to make your already pounding heart race even faster, heat echoing through you in a way that made it impossible to silence the heated whines that were spilling out of you. the bed squeaked in protest beneath you, but you could care less as you quickened the pace he'd started you at all on your own, admiring the flush that had darkened over his handsome features and the parted lips breathing out low curses and appraising groans.

his eyes fell shut, head falling back before he forced it back up, gaze wandering across your face, then your body, then flitting elsewhere for the briefest moment before they returned to you, hips now thrusting up with even more vigor to meet your own. you moaned openly, struggling out a meaningless string of pleas, the ache beginning to burn in your legs drowned out when he reached out to rub tight, fast circles around your clit. he was grinning now, licking his lips before he spoke in a knowing slur, "you're gonna cum soon, aren't you?"

"yes, f-fuck yes..!" it took you a moment to find your words, embarrassed by how fast he'd managed to work you up to this point but unable to be dishonest in your current position.

his motions didn't falter in the slightest, only seeming to grow more and more urgent as you quivered and whined, bouncing yourself up and down on his cock like it was the last time you'll ever get the chance to do it. and while that's likely the case, you don't care to think about it, too wrapped up in the way you could feel that pressure that had been welling in your stomach finally reach a breaking point, stammered curses devolving into breathless cries as you came hard around him.

you could feel the movement of his hips slow significantly, still rocking up into you to let you ride out your high but not nearly enough for him to push himself over the edge along with you. but you're grateful for his mercy, knowing that if he'd continued at the pace he was going you probably wouldn't be able to walk the next morning. so you took it as a testament to his goodwill, falling forward onto his chest in a whimpering heap, trying to steady your breathing and calm your heart rate, remaining seated on his still hard cock.

you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, the other resting across your shoulder so he could settle his hand on the back of your head, fingers working their way into your hair and gently carding through it. the attention was comforting, unexpected but definitely comforting as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, still too hazy off of your post-orgasm bliss to have any shame about wanting to be close to his warmth. you didn't think about whether he was expecting you to get him off at some point, or if he was just content letting you rest on top of him like this, but you soon found that he had a much different answer—or rather, a question—that didn't at all take you into consideration.

"so, reiner, are you just going to stand there and watch all night?"

there was confusion for a brief moment, then a horrifying realization that made an ice-cold fear prick under your spine, blood draining from your face as you felt the fine hairs on the back of your neck raise, completely frozen at the knowledge that the worst of the night you had imagined had come true. zeke's hand didn't stop its slow petting across your head, arm fastening around your body, seemingly in preparation for you to start squirming or fighting to get away. but you couldn't move an inch, not even enough to turn your head and risk a glance at your friend who was apparently right at the door.

"well?" his voice rumbled low in his chest once more, dripping with arrogance, entirely absent of any shame, just tempting him to step past the unseen boundary that had kept him there for however long he'd been watching, "i know, i know, you haven't your fair share all night. it's just so, sohard to let go once you finally get your hands on her. you should know all about that feeling, right?"

"fuck you."

you felt a warm curl in your stomach at the sound of his voice, breathing short and fast as your heart skipped anxiously, but mentally almost enjoying the fact that he was feeling something for you, even if it was some sort of possessive envy. the sound of his heavy, uneven footsteps making their way towards the bed.

he clearly still sounded drunk—who wouldn't be after so many beers in one sitting—and that was probably why he didn't hesitate at all to start tugging his clothes off, the ruffle of fabric and clinking metal of a belt being unbuckled finally snapping out of your compliant state, shaky arms trying to push yourself in bed. zeke allowed you to sit up, hands dropping to your thighs as your foggy gaze wandered from his face over to reiner at the bedside, heartbeat nearly drowning out the other sounds in the room as it drummed loudly in your ears.

"you don't mind, do you?" zeke called your attention back to him, gently stroking up and down your thigh just as he had been when you'd first accepted his offer.

your mouth had gone dry, leaving you struggling to get enough saliva back for your tongue not to stick to the roof of your mouth, feeling the heat of arousal flickering back to life when his cock twitched inside of you. did you mind? well you definitely minded the humiliation, the anxiety taut within your chest that made each breath an effort, the fact that you had no idea what was going on or would happen next. but did you mind enough to force yourself off of him, to struggle to collect your clothes from the ground and stagger out of the room with shaky legs that you weren't sure were capable of doing even that right now? did you really want this?

but it seemed that the choice had already been made in both of their minds, your answer—or lack thereof— speaking for your choice in the matter as zeke's hands lifted you up off of his lap, enough for him to slip out from under you. the sudden emptiness after being so full made you whimper, falling back down onto your calves in the middle of the bed and staring down at zeke's cock, slick with your arousal and still aching to be tended to.

the sinking weight of reiner clambering onto the bed behind you made you exhale a shaky breath, still in disbelief as his hand settled on your cheek, turning your head to face over his shoulder to press his lips onto yours. his kiss was messy but familiar, his low moan making you shiver alongside the feeling of zeke's stare wandering across the display before him. your exchange didn't last long before he pulled away, gazing at you with an unreadable look in his golden eyes for a moment, hand moving to the back of your head to push you down onto your hands and knees.

you obediently complied, met with the sight of zeke's cock once more, peering up to meet his gaze, features showing a mixture of eager expectancy and relaxed pride, just knowing that you were willing to do whatever he asked of you. and he relished in the changes your expressions went through in the next few seconds, the way your eyes widened when reiner's hands grasped your soft hips, how you swallowed thickly to try and get enough saliva down your tongue to get your mouth ready, and finally your mouth falling open and face twisting when reiner eased himself entirely into you in one solid thrust, finding little resistance from how soaked you were. you whimpered out a shaky curse, fists bunching up the sheets under you as he picked up a steady rhythm from behind you, zeke's fingers tangling into your hair and guiding onto your parted lips onto his awaiting cock.

he groaned out at the wet heat of your mouth engulfing him, tongue laving up over the underside of his length as you did your best to take as much of him in as possible without gagging. you wanted to be ashamed of how much you were enjoying the feeling of being entirely overwhelming, fuller than you'd ever felt in your entire life, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said that you'd made a mistake by giving in to the lustful temptations. you could feel your eyes water as zeke hit the back of your throat, your teary gaze and muffled moans against him only seeming to enthrall him further. reiner's hands felt up your waist, one reaching down your front to pinch and roll a nipple between his fingers, driving more stifled sounds and shaky breaths through your nose out of you.

you felt yourself squeezing around his cock, earning yourself a few low, muttered curses as he began to pound even faster into you, evidently approaching his limit just as fast as you are. the hand in your hair was guiding you up and down on the cock in your mouth, the tip of your nose just brushing zeke's stomach each time you surged forward with the momentum of the thrusts from behind you. it was all far too much in the best way possible, vision going hazy at the edges from the lack of proper air you could get into your lungs, insides aching from overusing alongside the tight knotting deep in your gut that was threatening to send you over the edge.

it was zeke that came first, heat pooling over your tongue and spilling down your throat, nearly too much for you to swallow as you tried not to choke. but he kept himself in your mouth and his hand firmly grasping your hair, if not to feel the hum of your desperate whines across your skin then to admire your pathetic expression, half-lidded eyes barely able to hold themselves open enough to stare back at him as you came hard for the second time that night. you could hear reiner give a generous groan of your name, thrusting as deep as he could go just a few times more, having enough sense to not cum inside you, pulling out and making a sticky mess of your trembling thighs.

only after you'd blinked away the glossiness in your eyes did zeke pull himself out of your mouth with a wet pop, holding your head up to appreciate the way your mouth still hung open to gasp in much needed gulps of air, tears and saliva dripping down your chin, halfhearted whimpers still escaping you as you trembled.

"you have good taste, reiner." zeke said, releasing your hair and letting you rest your cheek down against the mattress under you, grabbing his glasses off the side table and putting them back onto his face.

you watched as he stepped off the bed, picking out his clothes from the messy array of garments strewn about on the floor and tugging them on. he fished a handkerchief out of the the pocket of his pants, tossing it at reiner's side and glancing over your body, offering you a lazy smile when he caught your gaze.

"clean her up," he instructed, reaching out to give one last soft touch down your back, "and don't give her anymore trouble, alright? i expect to see you bright and early tomorrow."

you assumed that reiner nodded, since zeke turned without another word and exited the bedroom, making sure to shut the door behind him. for a moment, there was uneasy silence, only occupied by your breaths and the faint sound of zeke pulling on his boots somewhere in the living room and leaving out the front door. you gave a low hiss at the feeling of the fabric smoothing down the backs of your thighs, skin far too sensitive for your liking and legs aching uncomfortably.

you lifted your head up enough to wipe your chin with the back of your hand, eyes and limbs heavy with the desire to sleep. there were no words exchanged as he helped you move to lay down on your back, his face just as tired as he'd looked at the bar, but there was something else weighing down his expression as you took his face in your hands, staring up at him with a soft look of concern.

and though he still said nothing, he kissed you, so much gentler than he'd ever kissed you, with a tenderness that made you want savor this brief moment for as long as you could. but he eventually pulled away, and the brief worry that he might leave just as his captain had minutes before, but he rested down beside you with a low sigh. he didn't protest when you curled into the warmth of his body, head finding a comfortable place on his chest, not even bothering to try and venture out onto the floor to turn off the lamp before you settled down and let your eyes fall shut.

it was easy to fall asleep after he wrapped his arms around you, firm chest rising and falling with steady breaths, heart slow in your ear. you didn't think about the fact that you'd probably wake up alone in the morning, or that walking properly would be a monumental task on its own without even considering going to work to stay on your feet for the entire day—just appreciated this night while he couldn't slip away from you like all the other times before.

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Sexual Tension - What Are Friends For ? (chs)

Hyunsuk ; Sexual Tension - What Are Friends For ?

{ requested : I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted :(( I tried my best so I hope you like it - I’m not sure the sexual tension is obvious? I got a little carried away and it’s quite long haha <3 }

description : after you get back from a few months away studying, your friends welcome you home with a party - things soon get tense when you and hyunsuk realise those little "moments" you've always had are no longer so easy to resist

typ : smut, requested, long

pairing : dom!hyunsuk x fem!reader

rated : NSFW

warnings : chok!ng , oral!sex , dom!hyunsuk , sub!reader , rough!sex , unprotected!sex , cumming!inside , overst!mulat!on , pa!n / slight size!kink , dirty!talk

word count : 3k

Breathlessly falling down to the pillowed bench beside Hyunsuk, you smiled blissfully. Your head rested against the wooden back, lids fluttering shut with a soft murmur that drew the young man's attention down to your peaceful features.

     "Jihoon's house is pretty," you murmured.

Nodding, Hyunsuk surpressed a small laugh.

     "Are you drunk?" he teased.

     "No," you said firmly, opening one long-lashed lid, your mouth curling into a sweet smile, "are you?"

Hyunsuk shook his head, reaching out with one hand to lightly tap your chin.

     "Of course not," he purred, "I'm older, I can take my alcohol."

He glanced over at his younger friends, stumbling over one another with clearly too much to drink. Giggling quietly, you scooched a little closer to Hyunsuk, resting your head against his shoulder and reaching out to curl your fingers around the neck of a beer bottle perched in his palm.

     "I really missed you guys," you breathed, guiding his hand up to allow you to take a swig of the alcohol, "after so long away, I needed this catch up with all of you."

Rising the bottle to his own lips, Hyunsuk took a large gulp before nuzzling his cheek gently into your hair.

     "I missed you too."

You paused for a moment, before you turned your head up, pulling off just a little so their gazes could lock. You swallowed, feeling his warm breath tickle your skin, their faces practically touching they were held so close. Hyunsuk could feel your fingers lower, squeezing slightly into his thigh for support, and his throat went dry.

     Suddenly, you curled your hand through his, rising to your feet and tugging delicately at his arm.

     "Come dance with me," your soft voice urged, "please?"

Hyunsuk couldn't resist that smile, and he immediately allowed you to drag him up, following you further into the garden with a small grin. They joined a few of the others amongst a curtain of dim fairy lights, their fingers entwining as they began to slowly sway their bodies. Close, they were intimately brushing against each other's skin, holding their gaze as if nobody else could see them. As Hyunsuk guided your body around, you lowered his palms to your hips, feeling him press up against your back lightly. Your lids fluttered shut, tilting your head to the side as Hyunsuk's lips bowed to hover over your open neck. Teeth sinking into your tongue, you allowed him to wind his arms around your waist, pulling your closer as you danced. His breath was heavy in your ear, his jeans rubbing into your skirt's material, and your nails dragged slowly along his forearms. Their friends were too drunk to notice the pink flushing both of their faces, blind to the obvious bump beginning to ride beneath your skirt, while your grip dug into Hyunsuk's wrists. Both were relaxed against each other, swaying in perfect rhythm with their bodies and the music.

     "I really did miss you," Hyunsuk mumbled.

Lips falling open, your voice was cut short by Jihoon's loud call from across the garden.

     "Are you guys getting in the hot tub?"

Immediately, you tugged yourself from Hyunsuk's grip, lowering your eyes with a flustered laugh.

     "I will!"

Hyunsuk's lips twitched into a slight smirk, his dark eyes trained on your body as you strode towards the few guys about to lower into warm, bubbling water. Just as he was about to return to his beer, the sight of your dress falling to the floor sending shocks through his spine. He stilled, swallowing, throat so dry he could barely breath, watching you slide into the water beside Jihoon. Your skin quickly wet, he couldn't help but feel his body stiffen, especially when you laughed that sweet, happy giggle.

     "Hyunsuk," your voice calling his name brought pleasure through his veins, "are you joining?"

He could have sworn that a slight playful note danced on your tongue, and his eyes sparkled. How could he say no to you? He could still feel his limbs tingling from your body's friction a few moments before. With a nod, Hyunsuk reached down to curl his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his head with ease. Sat in hot tub, you felt your stomach erupt in a heat that was much hotter than the steam surrounding you. You bit your lip, gaze hovering from his stomach to the boxers poking out from beneath light denim jeans. Your heart stopped as the trousers dropped, stepping forward to haul himself down into the water opposite your stiff body.

     "You came prepared, huh?" Hyunsuk purred, reaching forward to pluck at one bikini strap.

     "Jihoon told me to," you tilted you head onto your shoulder.

     "Do you always do what Jihoon tells you?" his deep voice brought your  stomach into knots, and their friends beside them laughed.

     "Don't tease her," Jihoon tutted, before grinning, "but she does always do what I say."

Eyes rolling, you rose one hand to flick him on the forehead.

     "Gosh you're so annoying."

     "Look at this," Doyoung grinned, holding his phone at a safe distance from the water, "don't you think it's perfect for next week?"

Slowly pushing to the opposite side of the hot tub, you took a position beside Hyunsuk, leaning over him to study the screen.

     "That's so pretty," you breathed.

Hyunsuk sat up slightly to get a better look, his hand resting against your waist underwater.

     "I like it," he nodded.

Your lids fluttered shut for a second, falling back against the plastic, your heart beating so fast you were terrified they could hear it.

     While the others spoke, laughing and joking, you remained silent, your mind on Hyunsuk's skin to yours, unable to rid his touch from your waist no matter how hard you tried. Everytime he leant forward, cackling at a joke, his fingers fluttered over your thigh, and it would send your stomach flying.

     "I need a drink," you spoke softly, "do any of you want one?"

Glancing up, Hyunsuk met your eyes.

     "I'll come with," he purred, "I want another beer."

As he pulled himself over the side of the hot tub, he held out one hand with a smile. Taking his outstretched offer, you allowed him to tug you up and over - yanking so hard you stumbled to the floor, tripping into his chest so his arms were forced to hold you up and close. Chuckling, Hyunsuk glanced down, gliding his palm over your back.

     "Careful," he purred.

Regaining your balance, you offered him an annoyed sigh, walking off without a word towards Jihoon's home. You stepped into the kitchen, desperately attempting to calm your fast breaths, and yanked open the fridge door. Chewing your lip, you were barely concentrating on the contents, your mind on Hyunsuk's smile, his touch, his voice. It wasn't new, these moments between them, but after so many months away from him it felt harder to resist now.

     "Can't decide?" Hyunsuk's deep tone brought you to a tense stand still, your breath catching as you felt him press up behind you, leaning forward to pick up a can of beer. Pausing for a second, his lips hovered over your ear, his hips seeming to buck slightly, his wet skin sticking to yours.

     Suddenly flustered, you stepped from his figure, hastily shutting the fridge door and turning to wave a shaky hand. Hyunsuk's lips twitched, watching your body shiver.

     "Y-You should take one in for Jihoon too."

Cocking his head onto his shoulder, Hyunsuk slowly moved forward, his dark gaze forcing your back against the cold metal door. His free hand reached up, resting it beside your head before guiding his body closer and closer to yours. You could barely look him in the eye, your head bowed, eyes flickering as you attempted to remain fixed on the floor.

     "What's up baby?" he purred.

Baby. Your heart stopped, and after placing his beer onto the side, he lowered his head to find your gaze, a smirk plastered all over his sparkling features.

     "Feeling flustered, huh?"

     "H-Hyunsuk, I'm--"

     "Look at me," he demanded, pressing his thumb and forefinger into your chin, lightly forcing you to face him, "God, look at you so weak for me..."

     "Hyunsuk," your voice caught, your knees almost collapsing from under you.

Chuckling, Hyunsuk pulled tighter to your body, tilting his lips towards yours with a smile.

     "Don't you want it?" he whispered, "to taste me?"

And suddenly you couldn't resist anymore. An overwhelming, undeniable fire passed through your chest, and before you could think, your lips were moulding against his, your hands pressing to his cheeks as his palms slammed against your waist. Beginning to fondle your hips, he dropped his kiss down your neck, biting playfully at your skin while your grip entwined through his hair.

     "Th-The others..." you whimpered, "what if they see?"

     "They're too drunk," Hyunsuk said breathlessly, pausing for a second, "are you drunk?"

Upon the shake of your head, he sank your mouths together once again, his hips grinding slightly against yours.

     "You don't want to be seen?" he drawled, "then let's go somewhere more private."

You immediately nodded, allowing him to begin guiding you backwards, kiss still heavy, hands still tight on each other's wet skin. You staggered urgently through the house, stumbling up stairs and along corridors until Hyunsuk forced a door abruptly open.

     "I-Isn't this..." you mumbled against his lips, "J-Jihoon's room?"

Nodding hurriedly, Hyunsuk pushed the door shut with his foot, his palms straying to the clasp of your bikini.

     "What he doesn't know won't hurt him," he fumbled, allowing the garment to drop fastly to the carpet, "fuck I want you so badly."

Pressing his hand to your stomach, Hyunsuk pushed you heavily down onto the bed, hovering over you with dark eyes.

     "Open your mouth," he purred, reaching down to palm his cock beneath the cotton of his underwear. Breathing deep, your immediate obligation sent shivers down his spine, "take it out for me."

Your fingers shot up, guiding his underwear past his hips and allowing the item to drop to the floor. Gaze trained on his hard cock rubbing against his lower abdomen, you swallowed, slight fear sparking in your eyes for the heat that was about to come. Hyunsuk ran his fingers lightly over his shaft, guiding his tip to slap once, twice against your waiting tongue.

     "Such a good girl," he drawled, curling up your hair in one grip and driving his hips steadily forward. His cock slid further down your wet throat, the warmth engulging him until a whimpered gag sent vibrations through it's shaft. Starting slow, he guided your head along his cock, chest tightening with every muffled gag and moan. Suddenly he pressed one palm into the back of your head, the other yanking at your hair roughly, beginning to force your mouth faster up and down his twitching cock. It seemed to grow bigger, forcing you to open up wider, your eyes drooping as the tip of his cock slammed into the back of your throat. Spit was beginning to drip down your chin, just as Hyunsuk's hips started bucking into your mouth, fucking your face so hard you could feel your throat growing sore.

     Just as you felt Hyunsuk's cock throb against your tongue, he yanked your head roughly back, breathlessly gazing down at the spit encasing your lips.

     "Get up," he snarled.

You did as you were told, stumbling to your feet as quickly as he'd voiced the command. He ran his gaze over your breasts, lips twitching as he slid one palm over their sensitive skin, dragging his touch up to curl tightly around your neck.

     "Are you scared of what I'm going to do with you, princess?" Hyunsuk purred, "because you should be."

Your shaky eyes were hazy with arousal, completely giving in to the young man's dominance. You were weak before him, your body at his disposal.

     Hyunsuk spun you around, shoving you roughly against the wooden desk perching just left of the bed. His fingers were still tight on your neck, forcing your head back as he yanked the panties of your bikini down - allowing them to slide to your ankles. With a free hand, Hyunsuk grazed the tip of his cock over your wet pussy folds, grunting as your arousal dripped into him.

     "You're so fucking wet," he growled, lining his cock to your pussy so he could slide a few inches slowly in, "take it, angel, I know you can..."

Holding back a pained whine, your eyes screwed shut, as he drove his hips hard against your ass - forcing you to take every inch of his thick cock. He allowed you to adjust for a moment, keeping his thrusts slow and deep, until he felt your body relax into him. Immediately his hips snapped sharply, ramming his cock inside of you over and over again. He fell forward, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he pounded into you, keeping your head held back with one firm hand. As his lips found your ear lobe, his tongue playing with it's flesh, you released the desperate moans that had been gradually bottled up. You couldn't stop the noises from falling, his cock tearing at your guts, your ass red with each abrupt snap of his hip.

     "What do you say, baby?" Hyunsuk grunted in your ear, "what do you say to me for fucking you this good, huh?"

Your eyes screwed shut, your stomach tightening desperately.

     "Th-Thank you," you whimpered.

     "Huh? I can't hear you, scream it for me..."

Your throat strained, crying out his name as the knots began to expand in your tight core. He could feel your walls tightening around his cock, driving his hips into you faster to make you collapse in a pathetic mess for him. Within seconds, pleasure heightened to inimaginable scores in your veins, your core erupting with orgasm as the knots fell weak.

     Hyunsuk didn't stop - one hand dropping to find your pussy, slipping two fingers between your twitching folds to immediately press against your clit. You gasped shakily, your back ready to give way as he rubbed violently at your clit, continuing to pound his dick into you.

     "H-Hyunsuk please," you begged, your nails scratching at the wood in a failed attempt to withstand his overstimulation.

     "No no, you can do it, you can take it princess," Hyunsuk breathed, "cum for me again, go on..."

Your limbs were shaking, your head was resting back against his shoulder, his lips dancing over your neck until your moans became silent, unable to make another noise. For the second time, even quicker, your stomach was squeezing with an intense pleasure, pounding against your chest until a euphoria shot to your brain, forcing your body to collapse weakly against the desk. Hyunsuk slowed to a stop, running his fingers through your hair before lightly tugging you back up against his chest.

     "Oh, we're not done yet."

He dragged you back, throwing you down onto Jihoon's bed with a dark smirk and lowering to crawl between your legs. Your pants were accompanied by a heaving chest, but as soon as Hyunsuk leant down to press his lips to yours, your nails shot up to sink into his shoulders, straying to the back of his neck and playing with the small, dark hairs dawning his skin. Reaching down, Hyunsuk took his throbbing cock in his palm, wetting it with your dripping arousal and pushing it once more into your sensitive pussy. You gasped, softly, through his kiss, feeling it slide in deep, and he smoothly hooked his arms beneath your knees, holding your thighs up against your own shaking body. Just like before, Hyunsuk found a slow, hard rhythm that bounced you against Jihoon's bed sheets, your hands dropping to sink into the silk as Hyunsuk rose from your lips. He watched your face contort desperately, the moans from your lips getting louder as his hips snapped harder, faster into your pussy. His pounds were painful enough to pleasure your entire body, stretching you out and slamming your guts until you could only think of cumming for the 3rd time that night. Hyunsuk's rhythm was growing irregular, his hips becoming messy, losing control as he began to feel his cock throb uncontrollably inside of you. Breathless, he reached up with one hand to squeeze into your cheeks, before dragging his palm across your lips to spread your spit over your face.

     "Fuck, what would the others say, huh? If they know you were being such a good little whore for me?"

     "H-Harder," you begged, "p-please."

Hyunsuk obliged, railing you so hard you were whimpering with every thrust. Your muscles were already beginning to ache, your core in a permanant state of dizzy pleasure, tightening almost as soon as he'd started. He was groaning loud now, falling down to bury his face in the crook of your neck - to concentrate on pounding down into you.

     "A-Ah, shit, I'm cu-ah-umming," Hyunsuk's voice cracked, his warm breath on your skin.

As he said the words, your entire body flushed with the 3rd orgasm, your head light with nothing but sheer pleasure. Your hands pressed into the back of his head, encouraging to cum - just as a million knots tightened in his stomach. He moaned, his teeth dragging across your neck.

     "That's it baby," he strained, "let them know how well I'm fucking you in here..."

Suddenly, he thrust one last, hard time, releasing a loud grunt as he unloaded his cum deep inside of you. Both lay panting for a moment, his cum dripping from your pussy, their bodies and legs entwined on their friend's silk bed sheets.

     "Th-Thank you," you whispered.

Hyunsuk's head lowered, dropping open mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

     "What are friends for, right?"

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