#when he gets on his hands and knees and they show his back and he has all those gorgeous fucking freckles. GOD

[ddejavvu]

would you be up to do bff remus with no boundaries?? i think that would be an interesting dynamic

maybe like after a full moon and she just like fully gives him a shower, or something where he’s just completely naked and the boys are so confused at what’s happening

"Arm up, Rem," You hum, but your fingers pry at his pale, scarred skin before he can even begin moving a muscle.

You lift his bicep away from his side, bringing the lathered loofa in your hand to swipe through the curve of his armpit. Suds slide down his sides and you hear him hiss as they mingle with his still-healing cuts and scrapes, but there's nothing to be done except cleaning them before they can be dressed.

"Easy, easy," You rub a hand over his back in a soothing circle that carefully avoids his injuries, "Just gotta get 'em clean, then we can dress them. You can sleep on your stomach, that'll help the ones on your back. How'd you even get scratches on your back?"

"It's all the ladies I occupy my time with," Remus drawls, but his pain is evident in the weakness of his voice, "Women love werewolves."

When you don't answer, leaving an purposefully awkward silence behind that swirls with the steam from the shower, Remus sighs, "Got all scratched up from the tree branches out there."

You drag the loofa from his side to his back, carefully ghosting over the caked dirt around his wounds. His knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists, but when he tries drawing one into his mouth to bite at it you take it in your own free hand.

"No biting. That's reserved for your better half."

"Are you talking about Sirius, or the wolf? Sirius bites me," Remus grumbles, and- speak of the devil, there's feet pounding obnoxiously up the stairs and towards the dorms.

"Moony, we've got all the chocolate we could carry," Sirius informs him, and there's the sound of wrapped goods being piled on Remus's comforter before James and Sirius step into the doorway of the bathroom.

James lets out an 'ooh' and turns away with a grimace when he sees you kneeled beside Remus's naked form beneath the spray of water, but Sirius stands stock-still, frozen by some mix of intrigue and horror.

"Uh, are we interrupting something?"

"Just a bath," You smile kindly at them, scrubbing gently at Remus's neck, "He has trouble getting his back sometimes."

"Sometimes- have you two done this before?"

"After every moon." You nod helpfully when Remus merely ducks his head to rest between his knees, "You two are usually either asleep or trying to get grass out of your pelts."

There's something green in Sirius's hair that proves the two were unsuccessful this time around.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Moony, I didn't know you had a caregiver," Sirius snickers, "Does she help you put your panties on too?"

"Don't let him get to you, dove," Remus murmurs, his eyes slipping shut as the warm water seeps into his skin and heals an ancient ache in his bones, "He's just mad he'll never get to take yours off. They're a real pretty pattern, y'know," Remus glances up at Sirius with the ghost of a smirk on his face, muffled by pain but persistent all the same, "Shame she's not interested in showing 'em to you."

"You've seen her panties, mate?" James cuts in, peering over Sirius's shoulder, "What are you two?"

"Friends," You shrug, "But it's stuffy in here at night, and my sleeping pants get too warm."

"You're telling me all the times you two have slept over in here all snuggled up in his bed, that you've not had any pants on?"

"Well I don't make it a habit to strip in his bed," You scoff, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn grass stain on the pale plane of his hip, "But I can promise you that my pants are never gonna be on your floor, either one of you."

"Oh please, we wouldn't dream of stealing Moony's girl," Sirius claps James on the shoulder, "But whaddya think about that, mate? Strippin' down to cuddle in bed together? They seem to think it's a friendly endeavor."

"I typically only ditch my pants for Lily, Padfoot," James informs Sirius with a sympathetic smile, "But I'll ask her if I can bring my dog to her dorm tomorrow night. You can sleep at our feet."

Sirius begins valiantly arguing for a spot higher up on the bed, every dog's hardest battle to fight, but you're no longer interested in their antics or the noise they're producing. You reach out your foot to kick at the door, and it swings shut with a satisfying click.

"Thanks, love." Remus groans, his face squished between his knees, "They were givin' me a headache."

"They always give you a headache," You dig your thumbs into a tense spot on his back and he twitches beneath you with a hum of appreciation, "We should get a flat together without them. They can be the feral deer and dog that live outside our cottage."

"We'll have to call animal control" Remus grins wryly against the rounded bend of his knee as you lean forwards to wash beneath his thighs, "How strong are their strongest tranquilizer darts?"

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin one-shot #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin dialogue #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin headcanons #remus lupin headcanon #remus lupin hc #remus lupin hcs #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you

[sweetimpurity]

To expand on this thought… NSFW

Sucking Miguel off while he’s manspreading on the couch. His long fingers in your hair, grasping the back of your head and pulling you down onto him. Drooling and gasping on his dick. Whining when it’s all too much and he grins, letting your head come up for air, watching your eyes flutter as you catch your breath. “Show me you love it, baby…” He husks, adjusting his fingers against your scalp and shuddering when you plant soft suckling kisses to the underside, up to his needy tip. His thumb caressing your cheek as you do it. Clenching his jaw and trying not to burst all over your pretty face. You looking in his dark eyes the whole time. Painting drool on your lips with his dick like lip gloss and kissing all the spots that make him groan and moan. Pushing up on your knees, your elbows on his thighs, sinking your plush lips down him. Hearing him gasp and sigh, his big hands running over your neck and shoulder blades and pushing your hair around to get it out of the way. “Oh you’re such a good girl…” He groans in a breathless whisper, making your pussy ache for him. Holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and bucking his hips up into your sweet soft mouth. Shaky hands on his thick thighs spread around you, squeezing your nails into his skin whenever he’s pushing too deep or hard. His head thrown back on the couch, looking down to keep watching you, getting harder every time he watches himself slip back into your mouth. Knowing no one else can have you like this. No one else can have what’s his. Your pink plush lips, eagerness to please, and big glossy eyes looking right up at him like you’re begging for something. He sits up more, feeling his release coming, building, his abdomen tensing and thighs threatening to close around you. Growling soft and murmuring whimpers of praise over you. His sweet girl sucking him so well. “Baby.” He’d sigh, one leg hooking around the back of your neck, pulling you closer and keeping you there, your hands wrapped around those thick thighs of his as he spurts in your mouth, on your tongue, down your throat.

#uh oh #this is naughty #i need him #im ovulating #sweetwrites #miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #artists on tumblr #miguel fanart #miguel spiderverse #artists on tiktok #smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara smut

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green - Part 15

Danny was sitting on his bed, legs crossed with his blue bear set on his lap. He was stroking a thumb over it’s nose, gaze absently out the window.

Jason leaned against the door frame. “Danny?”

The blue eyes snapped to Jason. They were a different color from Bruce’s, just slightly. There was that damning green ring around the outside of the iris, just like Jason’s own, but the green bled less into the blue for Danny.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Danny said with a small smile and a duck of his head. He moved his hand from the bear’s nose to rub at the back of his neck. “I guess it’s just been a long day.”

“Makes sense, lot of busyness all day,” Jason agreed. It really had been. From meeting Steph with breakfast to games after when Tim joined them at lunch, new phone in hand, and then with Duke there briefly for dinner, fully suited up, the safe house had been full all day. Jason had worried about it being too much, but Danny seemed happy, if slightly quiet. But then again, Danny was almost always quiet. “Do you need me to stay? Nightwing will be here in about two hours to change over with B.B., but I’ll stay if you need me to.”

“No, you should go,” Danny insisted. “I’ll just be asleep, I figure I’m going to crash after today.”

Jason smiled a little. It was nice to have Danny sound more like a kid lately. “I bet. Call me if you need, O will make sure that the number on the phone patches into my comms.”

“What if you’re busy?”

“Then O will talk to you herself or pass you to another Bat. There’s always one of us around for you.”

Danny’s smile looked a little wobbly as he nodded, and Jason gave into ruffling the kid’s hair before he left to go make a much needed appearance at Crime Alley.

-

“You’re healing well,” Nigthwing said as he smoothed down the last bandage.

“Yeah,” Danny said softly, ruffling the towel one more time through his hair so that he didn’t have to look at Nightwing.

It was still a marvel to be touched gently like that.

They all showed such care with him and his wounds. It made everything all the more obvious to Danny. Nightwing and the others were interested to see if he was healing so that he could be well. His par— they had been interested for far different reasons.

He hadn’t seen it when he was a kid with scrapped knees from falling off his bike.

Now he couldn’t unsee it.

He was always an experiment to them, wasn’t he? He was never their kid. If he had been their kid they wouldn’t have been able to cut into— to take— to do… to do….

“Danny?”

Danny sucked in a sharp breath through his nose and tried to blink away the memories. “What?”

“There you are.” Nightwing’s smile was sad as he brushed back a lock of Danny’s hair. Hadn’t Nightwing just been wearing gloves?

Danny ran his fingers over his bear, grounding himself in the soft texture. His bear. He was on the couch wrapped in a blanket holding his bear.

He had just been in the bathroom.

Danny blinked slowly. “I, um…”

“It’s okay. You just went away for a bit. I moved you when you stopped answering me. It’s been about seven minutes. Nothing’s happened.”

“Oh.”

Hadn’t he been getting better? He hadn’t thought… Why did he have to think about them?

“Hey, Danny, it’s okay, you don’t have to cry,” Nightwing said, “or, you know, cry if you need to! That’s okay too. Just, we’re not going to let anyone hurt you here.”

Danny sniffled and turned his head to rub his face against the blanket. Nightwing shouldn’t promise that— he couldn’t promise that. They didn’t know what Danny was. They didn’t know who was after him. It was unfair to ask that of them— to make them feel like they had to promise him that.

“I’m okay,” Danny said with a watery smile.

He wasn’t.

“How about a movie?” Nightwing suggested and Danny was grateful for the out.

He tried not to cling as they settled into the couch to watch through the Jurassic Park movies.

“The newest one is stupid in all the right ways,” Nightwing said cheerfully. He must have known that Danny wanted to cling, because he tucked Danny close after everything was set up.

Danny watched the movie without seeing it.

They thought they had to take care of him.

They couldn’t promise that. They didn’t even have the whole story. Sure, Hood had died too, but he was so different than Danny in that. Hood had come back. Hood was alive. Danny didn’t count as alive anymore, not even in this form.

Did Danny ever really count as alive?

He was just an experiment.

A test.

He was never supposed to have ever been.

Danny let his eyes close. What movie were they on now? Did it matter?

Did any of it matter?

He wasn’t supposed to have ever been.

Maybe he shouldn’t have ever been, but there he was. There he was, dead and alive. A child and a monster. And he knew, worst of all, because of what he was they would never let him go. Danny knew that, it’s why he had run to Gotham. He thought that maybe if he could just get the money to leave the country somehow… Bruce Wayne had to be able to do that. Even if— even though there’s no way that Wayne would care about Danny, he had hoped maybe he could get the help. A one off to be out of Bruce Wayne’s life forever and not a media scandal. He just needed to…

The gentle fingers carding through his hair started to chase away Danny’s thoughts.

But the Bats had found him.

The Bats had found him and the Bats cared.

Danny wanted that. Danny wanted that so desperately that it hurt him. He’d been just taking advantage of it too, hadn’t he? Because he wanted it he’d been taking it without them knowing what he was. And now they were acting like they wanted him to stay.

But they didn’t know.

Danny’s breath caught in his throat, feeling like it was choking him.

He had run to Gotham. He had run to Gotham but that wouldn’t stop them. They would find him here. They would find him and because of him they would find Hood. They would find Hood and take him too. And then they would find Robin. They would find all these wonderful, kind people that had been touched by death in all these ways and they would take them. They would take them and cut them apart and—

Danny bit his lip so that he couldn’t make a sound.

They would find him if he made a sound.

“It’s okay Danny, just rest.”

Danny’s eyes snapped open. The afternoon light from the window in his room was playing across his face. His heart thudded in his chest. He was afraid.

But he was afraid with a sense of certainty that he hadn’t had before.

-

“Go get Danny for lunch,” Jason said as he flipped the sandwich on the pan with the same intense focus that he did everything these days.

Dick had to fight back a smile. Getting to be around his little wing so much over the past weeks had been great. Sure, Jason was still mulish and snapped easily, but Dick had also gotten to see so much more of who Jason was behind that defense. Dick loved getting to see that. Giving into the urge to smile, Dick gave a little salute and swung himself off the counter.

Maybe if they were lucky all this could continue after they got Danny settled. It had to, right? Jason seemed pretty attached to Danny, not that Dick could talk, so Jason was sure to come over to see their new brother. Dick would still have time with Jason.

Dick gave a soft knock on Danny’s door before opening it a crack. If Danny was still asleep, Dick didn’t want to startle him.

Except Danny wasn’t still asleep.

Danny wasn’t even in the room.

The bed was fixed and Danny’s tablet and phone sat neatly in the middle.

“He just in the bathroom,” Dick tried to assure himself even as his instincts screamed that was wrong. Silently, silently purely out of habit, Dick approached the bed.

The tablet’s screen was on.

Dick picked it up with hands that only stayed steady from years of training.

No.

No, no, no—

“Jason!”

-

Thank you. Thank you for saving me and caring for me and wanting me. Thank you. You all mean so much to me and that’s why I have to go. I have to go before they find me and then find you all too. I can’t let them find you. I’ll never forget you. Don’t look for me. -Danny

--- AN: *puts on my halo* I'm innocent?

This prob could use a few more editing passes but I am still sick and tired so taaaada (no concrit needed, it will get edited before ao3). Hopefully you all still enjoyed(?) it! Stay delightful, darlings.

#dp x dc #batpham #city pigeons

[hotpinkstars]

I am not sure but have we seen how Boothill and his s/o actually got engaged?

How did the guy propose. Oh I can see him ugly crying out of happiness when the s/o said yes >:)

PROPOSAL - boothill x reader

- boothill proposes to you.

- @xonavia knows how much i LOVE this man ....... OMG. i dream about this when i go to bed i have the PERFECT scenario in mind!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks for this ily anon enjoy!

- this can either be pre cyborg or current boothill, pure fluff, little bit of angst if you squint (only in the beginning) wc 524

Honestly, Boothills proposal was probably a ton of planning and milestones on his part.

He went through like all five phases of grief, but with super different emotions. First was insecurity, (what if he’s not good enough to be your husband?) then fear, (what if you say no??) then more insecurity, then excitement, then fear again. He thinks about it so much that a few days before he’s going to, he’s almost afraid to even look your way.

He takes you somewhere really nice the day of. It was a bit away from your home, and he left you confused the whole way there, but nonetheless, the spot he took you to was absolutely gorgeous. 

“We’re here!” he said, holding his arm out to show you what scenery to take in. You were already mesmerized by where you were, and getting to spend it with your (soon to be) fiance. You shared a meal and sat and talked, sitting on the cliffside, watching the waves of the ocean bounce over the rocks beneath and the way the sun set over the horizon. 

It was then where he went a little bit more silent, slightly shaking. You questioned him, but he brushed you off a couple times and went back to talking about something else, or pointing out something in the sky or the sea below. 

He gets up at one point, telling you to close your eyes. You can hear him moving around, the sound of pockets rustling and him breathing filled your ears as the scent of saltwater filled your nose. You heard a joint crack before he tapped you on the shoulder and told you to stand up.

You did, and turned around. He was on one knee, his eyes already watering, mirroring yours. You cover your mouth with your hands before your eyes welled up with happy tears, nodding for him to go along with his speech.

“Y/n, ever since we first met, I knew ya’ were the one f’me,” he said, taking a deep breath in. “I was ecstatic when y’ told me y’ wanted to be with me. I felt like a piece o’me was completed. And I want that piece to be completed forever. So, would you gimme’ the honor of bein’ the luckiest man in the whole wide world, n’ marry me?” 

You shook your head while crying, tears continuously flowing out of your eyes. You were overwhelmed with happiness, and you made sure you let him know that as you tackled him to the ground in a hug, still crying in his shoulder. At this point, he was crying too, relieved that you said yes and happy that you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. 

You both stayed like that for a while, giving each other occasional kisses as you both sat up. He grabbed the ring once more, taking it out of the box and carefully sliding it on your ring finger, where it fit perfectly. You held your hand out, admiring the jewel, crying once more before giving the man a passionate kiss on the lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #boothill #boothill x reader #fluff #boothill fluff #honkai star rail fluff #x reader #x reader fluff

[ragingbookdragon]

Veils of Gold

Royal AU! Knight!Simon Ghost Riley x Queen!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: None

Author's Note: Knight Simon being completely down to his knees for his Queen is something I hold dear in my heart

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It was piss poor luck on his part that the archer had spectacularly good aim and got to him before John or Kyle could. The arrow hit the soft part of his armor in the back of his knee, sinking through and out the side, hitting against the inside of his steel armor. Instantly, he felt the coursing of some type of poison as he went to his good knee, cursing and reaching back for his bad knee. He watched through the corner of his visor as John’s claymore bit into the archer’s shoulder and cleaved halfway through his torso before he dropped.

John ran to him, dropping his sword down as he knelt. “How bad is it?” he asked, prodding the wound and watching as crimson stained through the brown leather of his glove.

“Bad,” Simon said. “Poisoned.”

“Shite. Captain!”

Jonathan sprinted over, sheathing his own sword as he lifted two fingers to his mouth and whistled for his horse. “John, help him onto the horse and lead him back to the castle. Kyle, you and I will continue to scout out the rest of the enemies.”

“Yes sir,” he replied, pulling another arrow, and nocking it.

“I can still fight,” Simon griped, pushing himself up to his feet; he reached behind and yanked the arrow out, only letting out a very nasty grunt of pain. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine and you’ll do as I command,” Jonathan replied, pointing to the horse. “You’re in no condition to fight. You’ll either get yourself or all of us killed.”

“Cap—”

“That’s an order, Knight Lieutenant.”

Jonathan voice booked no room for an argument and Simon acquiesced as he hobbled over to the horse, though he knocked John’s hands away as he pulled himself up on the horse.

“I’ll scout ahead,” John muttered, pulling out his bow. “Will you be okay until we—”

“I’ll be fine,” Simon griped, pulling the reins of the horse. “Let’s go.”

***

Effectively, the last thing Simon remembered was crossing the bridge into town, panting like a dog before he toppled sideways into the freezing water below. All he could think was how nice it felt seeping under his armor and flooding over his heated skin.

***

Dripping echoed in his ears, a throbbing settled between them as pain pulsed through his skull and shot down to his leg. He grimaced, cracking an eye open, expecting to see the wooden ceiling of the Knight’s lodging but instead was greeted with a gilded golden mosaic encrusted with gemstones and marble. It took him a moment before he realized where and whose room he was in—the Queen’s.

Another drip sounded and he turned his head along the silk pillow, watching as a veiled figure dipped their hands into the water basin in the corner of the room; a woman, by the shape of their figure and it was only until they turned with a wet rag that he realized it was her.

She wore a white and gold, sleeveless gown that dipped lower in the front than he liked it too, but she looked the portrait of heraldry, especially with the golden veil that circled her hair like a halo and down her back. Slits in the side of her white dress showed her legs as she walked, and he watched her gold sandal, adorned feet with each step until she sat down on the bed beside him. Gently, she laid the rag on his forehead and touched his cheek.

“Your servants will talk,” he whispered, practically delirious and unable to tear his eyes from the sight of the gold sewn into the bodice of her dress and up where it collared by her neck and shoulders. “They will know.”

Her hum was heaven’s music as she pulled the sheet away from his leg and gently went about cleaning his wound again.

His stomach dropped when he saw crimson on her hands and his shot out, grasping her wrists. “Stop. Stop touching me.”

“Simon?” she appeared shocked, not that he had grabbed her so tightly but that his voice seemed on the verge of hysterics.

“My blood,” he breathed. “I am not worthy enough to have bled onto your clean hands.”

“Then you are also not worthy to have my white gown wipe away the sweat and grime too,” she said, all the while, rubbing the end of her dress along his knee, slicking it with dirt, sweat, and blood.

“My Queen,” he begged. “Please, I am unclean. I am too stained for your purity. I—”

“You will lie as your Queen commands and be healed under her hands,” she interrupted, giving him a stare that would have withered a lesser man.

Simon swallowed his words, a tightness in his chest as he watched her dip her dress into the jug of water next to the nightstand and begin anew, wiping his wound.

“I am unworthy of such pure grace,” he whispered, and she smiled, her eyes soft and gentle.

“You are a foolish man,” she murmured, pouring a thick looking greenish liquid into the wound before she wrapped it. “A man I admire greatly, but a foolish one all the same.”

He felt his breathing stutter in his lungs when her hands drifted up his wrapped knee to the inside of his thigh, then to his hip, where she caressed the sharp bone beneath his skin before she bent down and kissed it. “My Queen,” he groaned, feeling her lips turn upwards against his pale skin; he felt his chest flush with a pale redness at the intimacy. If anyone saw—“Please, have mercy upon me…” he pleaded. “Should anyone see you in such a compromised position…”

“You are such a worrier,” she sighed, sitting up; her hand rested upon his cheek before it gently threaded into the hair at the side of his head. “The door to my quarters is locked. No one can come in.”

Simon gazed at her, lovesick and feverish. “I do not wish for your reputation to be tainted as mine has been. You are too good for it.”

She ignored him and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. “You are loved by the most powerful woman this side of the land. You hold more power over me and my resolve than any law ever will.”

He whimpered into her and reached up, touching the veil she wore. “I yet still believe that one touch from your hallowed form will free me from all I have done.”

“Should it not, you know I would walk beside you in hell until we have.”

“I am not worthy,” he murmured, and she quieted him.

“Hush, you are the most.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader imagines #simon ghost riley x reader imagine #simon ghost riley imagines #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader imagines #simon riley x reader imagine #simon riley imagine #simon riley imagines #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost x reader imagines #ghost x reader imagine #ghost imagines #ghost imagine #ghost #cod au #royal au #cod imagines #cod imagine

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Hello! Love your writing, so yummy. I was wondering if you would take a request? I was thinking what it would be like if Lucifer was dating a fem reader who was a fox sinner and she randomly does animal like things. I think he would be so interested in the ear and tail movement and would try to see what different things cause what reactions. Foxes are very wary so I could see her jumping easily and him taking advantage of that lol 😭. Then, if he would see her like "pounce" on Angel as a prank cause they're besties. Lastly, I just know if he heard her growl, his knees would get weak (imagine them having a growling fight for some reason cause he growled at Alastor that one time 🤣💀). Anyway, I'm dragging this on, so have writing this if you do! I'd appreciate it! *mwah*

A/N— Just when I think the requests can't get any better, another wonderful anon pops up to steal the show. I LOVE THIS so much. This is more or less a small compilation 💅🏻🦋 I had to do a little research for this one, but I think it's so silly 😭💖 I hope you have a wonderful weekend anon!

Animalistic | Lucifer x Fem Fox Sinner!Reader

Warnings: Reader is a common Red Fox Sinner, swearing (I mean, seriously — it's Hazbin 🤣), Reader being a menace to society

Word Count: 696

Summary: More often than not, your animalistic behaviors take over. . .

Lucifer watched you from afar — not in a creepy way, but in a ‘that's my girlfriend and I'm admiring her’ kind of way.

Right then, he was watching you wallow on the couch that had been placed in the lounge specifically for you, by Charlie, because you refused to sit on a piece of furniture that had the scent of the Radio Demon practically rolling off of it in waves. 

So the fucker went and sat on your couch.

The audacity. 

You were pretty pissed at the moment, which was evident by the growling and angry mumbling that became louder at times. 

He only caught a couple pieces of dialogue, like: ‘no fuckin’ respect for BOUNDARIES!’ And: ‘I ought ‘ta shit in that fuckers shoes!’ 

But it was enough to keep him attempting to hold in his laughter, which he ultimately failed in. 

You quit wallowing in attempts to get your scent to return back to the couch the moment you heard a noise. You jumped, one ear twitching while your tail lifted into something resembling a ‘u’ shape, showing you were now on high alert. 

The moment you caught a whiff of your boyfriend, you turned to face him. He was biting his bottom lip so hard to keep from laughing. 

You could only roll your eyes and stand from the couch, fixing your hair as you trotted over to hug him. “Better not be laughing at me.” You whined. 

“Your words, not you. Never you.” He replied, holding you close as you went about rubbing your scent on him as well. Just so no one would get any ideas. 

You were watching. Waiting. 

Your tail was swishing at your side in a playful manner, just waiting for Angel Dust to walk past the dark hallway like he did every evening before bed. 

The moment his footsteps could be heard, you were prepared to launch out of the darkness — something you hadn't done in months. 

He came into your line of sight and it was go time. 

Launching out of the darkness, you easily tackled your best friend, the two of you tumbling until you landed on top, pinning two of his arms to the floor with your sharp canines on display as you grinned down at him. 

“Gotcha!” You cheered happily, your tail swishing from side to side.

“First off, ouch, that fuckin’ hurt — secondly, why the fuck can't you ever attack the short king with your midnight zoomies?”

“He's almost always asleep at this time.” You pouted removing your hands from his arms, nipping at his hand when he went to pet your ears. 

“I dare you to wake him up next time.”

You grinned, getting off completely to help him up. Oh, you would.

Charlie approved of the relationship between you and her dad, but that didn't mean that she didn't witness some odd things whenever he decided to stay for dinner. . .

She could ignore you pouncing on him at random because you pounced on everyone except Alastor. 

She could also ignore him helping you hide snacks for later because she knew that a good snack didn't last long in the hotel. 

But it was harder to ignore you biting, growling, and scratching at Lucifer, laying on your back in his lap on your couch, with him growling playfully and running his fingers through your hair. 

It was cute in a way — her dad embracing the form you were given, and you, eager to play almost constantly. . . Except for when you were nervous or felt threatened by another demon higher on the food chain.

Though one look told her that he had hearts in his eyes. 

And you did too. Even when your sharp teeth finally latched onto his arm and you gently shook your head before releasing and bursting out into a fit of giggles that had Lucifer quit growling, instead leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.

He smirked when your ears twitched and eyes crossed at the sign of affection. 

You growled in return, playfully nipping at his hand with a noise somewhere between a very fox scream and a whine. 

But it was all in fun.

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[masonreds]

mason mount x reader

theme: smut

word count: 6,0k words

I hope you guys enjoy this! after all the stress of not getting it posted 🫶🏼

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Manchester United had done it! They had won the FA Cup final and you couldn’t be proud, especially for the love of your life.

Mason.

After the season he had, this was the best way to end things and you couldn’t wait to show him how proud you are of him.

You waited long enough, after all you couldn’t tear your eyes off him when he wore the suit, it was your weakness. His hair already made you weak. This suit of his though, it was brutal for you to watch him parade in it and you not being able to do anything up until now and even then you didn't have long because the afterparty was in about an hour. So you had to be quick and let out all your feelings in the hour that you had before you go to the afterparty having to pretend again that the suit doesn't make you want to tear his suit off right there and then in that moment.

Replaying the FA cup win in your head made you feel proud and happy for the team and especially Mason - as it always did. But you were only human, and that suit on him was the reason you were dripping wet for him.

‘You here, babe?’ You heard Mason yell, you were in the ensuite when he came into the hotel room, and you walked out as soon as you heard him, and made a beeline for him and jumped into his arms as soon as you saw him. You leapt up and circled your legs around his waist.

You placed your lips on his and kissed him; you couldn't waste any time. You were practically insatiable. You felt Mason walk over to the edge of the bed, and sat down, you were now on his lap, never once breaking the kiss.

Mason's large hands went down to your ass; you were still in your Manchester United shirt specifically and obviously the number 7 shirt, nothing else. You didn't bother wearing much clothes when you came back to the hotel as you knew what would happen and thought it would save you time and get to the real deal quick enough because you couldn't keep your hands off him long enough.

‘Fuck Y/N no underwear, and the number 7 looks so fuckin' sexy on you. Are you trying to make me fuck you?’ He smirked. You pulled back from his lips and glared at him.

‘Ah, not yet. Let me take care of you first,’ you say with a wink.

‘Damn! What did I do to deserve this? But you know I love when you take control so go ahead baby,’ Mason says, his tongue poking his cheek, looking all smug and cockily.

‘Win the FA cup, duh,’ you playfully say, rolling your eyes.

‘You better get on your knees then baby.’ he winks.

Before obeying him, you couldn't resist but leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck. You trail your mouth even lower , grabbing his arms as you kiss his chest, licking his nipple , then biting it softly, then giving the other nipple the same attention; his arms are flexed and you can feel how much bigger his muscles have gotten. You've always loved his body, but damn, he was so much stronger than you and you could barely wait until you could put some of your ideas into practice. But not now; it is all about him now. So you continue moving your kisses lower, your hands now following your lips on his sides. You pause for a moment and look at him, and you wish you could take a picture of this moment and capture Mason under your control. He looks delicious and you're finally about to have a taste.

You finally obey what he says and get on your knees. When you're finally able to unzip his trousers you let out a sigh of relief . You've been waiting all day for this moment and you're going to cherish every moment. His trousers slid down to his ankles, and you start teasing him, going past his clothed erection and kissing his inner thighs, his legs opening to accommodate you better. You simply grasp at the waistband of his boxers and pull them down until they reach the ankles, just where the trousers fell. You can see his cock twitch in anticipation. You don't even have to look up to know; you can feel his stare. When you sense that he is about to beg - and you want to save that for later - one of your hands comes into a circle. your fingers loosely around his cock. You take one look at him again, staring into his eyes, as you lower ypur open mouth to his balls, and at the first lick his hand on the duvet tightened, and you moan, closing your eyes.

You love how sensitive he is to your every touch just like you are to his. You don't put any pressure on his cock yet, choosing to focus on his balls, for now, teasing him with your tongue and hand, caressing them, licking around them, sucking them lightly into your mouth. You almost miss him moaning out your name and a soft please, and you look up at him.

‘Grab my hair, Mase.’ You don't need to say it twice, the hand that was on the duvet moves, helping you keep your hair from your face so you can focus on the task at hand. You decide not to make him wait any longer and close you fist around his cock, dragging it slowly up and down once, twice, and on the third time your hand goes down, your tongue lavishes attention to the head of his cock, his taste and smell invading your senses. You sense him gripping your hair tighter and you close your eyes, sucking the head into your mouth and moaning around it as he gets louder, his hands tightening even more. You suck him a little harder and release the head with an audible noise. Your tongue goes back to his balls, but this time to lick a strip up until you reach the head again and out it in your mouth, sucking it and going down his cock as much as you can as you close your hand against what doesn't fit.

You don't waste anymore time, bobbing your head up and down slowly at first, matching the movements with your hand while the other gives some attention to his balls just like how you know he likes. Every time your mouth moves down, you suck and press your tongue against the underside of his cock, and you feel him clench his hands on your hair more and more, still holding himself back, but you want him to just let go. This time, as you suck down, you try going deeper, feeling him hit the back of your throat and you pause for a moment, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose. You slowly move your head down, taking more and more of him until your nose is pressed against his stomach and you swallow around him, feeling him deep. This time his hands pull on your hair and you moan, which only makes him pull harder, and you choke, tears coming to your eyes. He pulls you off his cock and up to kiss him, muttering 'fuck' in your mouth.

‘You're gonna make me cum like this,’ he says.

You smile, raising your eyebrow and wordlessly go back to sucking him into your mouth. This you keep your eyes glued to his, needing to see his face as you pleasure him; whenever he is going on you and maintains eye contact you feel it is too intense, but being in this position you understand why he loves to look at you like this, underneath, receiving this pleasure. You start moving your mouth faster, sucking harder, and you press down a little more, swallowing around him. You feel him pulling on your hair, trying to have you come up again, knowing he's close by the way he's clenching his thighs and his cock is twitching in your mouth.

‘I want you to cum in my mouth, Mase,’ you say as your hand keeps the movements, not stopping his pleasure. He nods, licking his lips and opening his mouth to let out a moan while his hips press up, needing more, he's so close, so you give him what he needs.

You suck him hard, no more teasing, no more going slow or careful. It gets messy and wet, you sucking him up and down and feel his thighs clench and his hands tug on your hair, his breath becomes heavier and shorter. One of his hands grabs the sheets near his hips, gripping into the mattresses he gives you a warning that he is close. Once you know he is close, you suck deeply, deep throating him, moaning around him, encouraging and making him reach his peak. You feel his cum fill your mouth and you have a hard time swallowing with him still in your mouth, so you let some dribble out as you keep the same pressure on his cock, prolonging his pleasure until he twitches.

‘Wow! I think that was the best head I’ve ever had.’ Mason manages to get out, pulling you up into his lap. You felt a bit flustered after realising what you just did, and your face said it all. ‘Don’t get all shy on me now, we’ve got a long night ahead of us,’ he winks, after realising you went quiet and found your face hiding in the crook of Mason’s neck inhaling his cologne which almost sent you to your knees again.

‘Not yet Mr, in case you’ve forgotten we’ve got an afterparty to attend in approximately 40 mins and I need to do my makeup again. Can’t go down looking like this now, can I?’ You finally speak, now getting out of your hiding spot and looking Mason in the eye, he just smiles down at you, ‘Fuck, how did i get so lucky?’ Mason lets a whisper completely disregarding your previous comments. ‘And to answer your question, No, this side of you is only for me to see. You’re an angel in the streets and a devil in the sheets.’ Mason smirks, leaving you speechless once again.

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The afterparty was quite eventful and the entire night you could feel Mason’s lingering looks, it’s like you both knew what was going to happen when you got straight to the hotel.

And your gut feeling was right.

You had already been one orgasm down but you knew you wanted to try something different by being on top, you didn’t know how he would react but you wanted to watch him lay back and relax whilst you’re riding him.

‘You got another one in you for me, sweetheart?’ His deep, sensual voice is smooth as butter as he whispers. Hovering over you, he lines himself to your entrance and lets his spare hand lace with yours on the bed while the other gives his cock a few tugs.

‘Wait,’ your tone is stifling. You breathe as you place your hands on his broad shoulders. ‘Tonight I want to try something different for you,’ For a brief moment, you make eye contact enough to feel secure in each other's company. Your body moves slowly from under him, luring him to lie down on your king sized hotel bed with your silky sheets tumbling around you. As you straddle him, his palms caress your hips and his hand rests on the small of your back. ‘Relax for me, Mase.’ You whisper, gently planting a kiss on his lips, holding his stubbly cheek in your palm.

He nods, breath hitching in his throat as he gazes at you, your lips swirling around his fully erect cock, hand pumping him. He lets out a soft moan watching you as you barely taste him, the pre cum seeping out of his tip devoured by your sleek mouth.

Your thighs straddle him, lining his tip with your entrance on top, once you’ve primed him, his cock glistening with your clit. His cock slides effortlessly from your glossy arousal for him as you guide him inside of you, your moans threading together. Your hands clasp his chest, providing stability. You rock your hips slowly and sensually at first, giving each other time to get used to get used to one another.

‘Wait, Y/N.’ Your face drops at him calling out your name, you wondered if he didn’t want this, you were getting ready to get off his lap until Mason held you in place before reaching for the bedside table, where it had the FA Cup medal. You gave him a look at first wondering if he was instantiating what you were thinking. ‘As much as I think riding me alone is the hottest thing, I want you to wear the medal whilst you’re riding me. That would send through the roof.’ Mason says, clearing your doubts. You move your head forward so he could put it on you.

‘You can carry on now,’ he winks.

His lips utter muffled groans as he watches you bounce on his pulsating cock.

‘Tell me if this feels good, okay?’ You cup his cheek once again and plant a tiny kiss on his jaw. You let motion take control and your hips rotate in a half circle.

His cock, which is buried deep inside you, hits your end this time as you bounce slowly, grinding, and you make sure to rock your hips a little more. The sloppy sounds of the wetness pumping in and out, He moans your name in an enticing deep tone, and he is so thankful for you right now.

Mason’s hands are on your waist and his eyes are closed as you guide yourself on his twitching member, ‘F-fuck.’ he softly moans, stammers and rolls his eyes to the back of his head. Drops of sweat glisten on his forehead as you tightly grip his biceps.

‘Does that feel good, baby?’ You gently gasp when his cock hits your G-spot, hips motioning up and down now.

‘So good.’ His teeth are clenched, a whimper falling from his lips as his hands come to hold over yours on his chest. Squeezing your hand tight as you clench your walls around him, each inch of him is felt, filling inside. ‘Please don’t stop, baby.’ He bites his lips. ‘Keep going love, just like that.’ He grunts when you go deeper, tightening around him. The pads of Mason’s thumbs are digging into your skin now.

You feel Mason thrust up into you, ever so slightly, meeting your hips half way. He swiftly pulls you down flush to his chest, your boobs and the cold feeling of the medal pressed against him, so vulnerable, exposed for him, Your skin sticking to one another. His breath is moist against your lips as your forehead touches and you gaze deeply into each other's eyes for a while uttering gasps and groans that fill the air. Your brows furrow in total ecstasy as your hips continue to move sensually on his cock.

Mason’s arms are wrapped around you, holding your body close as he kisses your face endlessly, between moans. You’re a whiny mess on top of him, trying your best to focus on making him feel good.

It’s the least he deserves after the day he’s had.

The feeling of him stretching you, filling you to the brim, your clit ached to the way his cock pounds in and out of you as you move, feeling completely full. It’s a unique kind of ultimate bliss, something only the two of you have the pleasure of indulging in.

He quivers, whimpering almost as soon as you circle and rotate your hips in a different way.

‘I won’t be able to last much longer, Y/N, I'm so close,’ He trembles and shivers as your pussy moves a little bit quicker at this point, your hips curving in full motion. ‘Baby, you’re taking me so well.’

‘No.’ you groan softly, the sound of your skin slapping together loud, your ass pounding his thighs, your creamy release glistening at him. His thoughts are captivated by the way you fit him like a glove. You stop dead in your tracks and plant a kiss on his lips, your foreheads meeting as you do so.

Your fingers interlock his hair, you let out small, breathy moans, soothing him. ‘Not yet, baby.’ You sigh, nuzzling his neck. ’All good things to those who wait.’

He nods, pulling you closer, his lips parted and his chest flushed pink, rising and falling. ‘You just feel so good.’ His deep voice makes you shiver, with small groans and husky tones as you pulse him. ’So drenched for me.’

In an instant, you are rocking and rolling oh him, feeling the waves of his cock as you move up and down on it, your hand reaching out to grasp his hand again. You can feel him trembling and twitching as he tries his best to hold off cumming deep inside right at that second.

Knowing he’s close, Mason takes a hold of your hand and gradually leads it down to his balls. ‘Can you..’ His words cease, a deep groan coming to his lips when he feels your fingertips on them. You know how much he enjoys it when you play with them and how it always pushes him over the brink. You massage, fondling them whilst he skims your gorgeously voluptuous boobs.

You’re practically crying from how good it feels; how good he feels. His hands move over your body, rubbing and caressing your plump boobs as they bounce along with you and the medal. Mason considers every part of your body to be his own little piece of heaven.

Somewhere only he had the right to be welcomed.

Each inch of his cock fills you as he sinks in and out, restrained compliments for you from his mouth as he watches, a jumble of messy moans from beneath you. Picking up the pace again, you hear his groans become louder and louder, knowing he’s getting closer as you edge him, only to stop your hips again as he’s about to release. With your touch stroking his temple, you gently kiss his jaw again, quietly whispering into his ear.

‘Not just yet, baby. Hold off for me a bit longer.’ Nuzzling your face into his neck, you paint delicate love bites while moving up and down on him, his hands wandering to your ass, moaning and groaning in delight, needily in your ear.

You’re exactly what he needed to feel, sweet relief, blissfully warm, wet, and tight. He craved it more than anything at that moment. Every now and then, you gasp quietly as your pussy throbs for him; the noises only make him want more.

Sitting up straight, you now press your hands to his chest, bouncing, harder, deeper, quicker, whirling in all directions, ready to deliver the climax you both craved. Mason starts to fall apart beneath you, your skin colliding quickly and meaninglessly and your actions wild and demanding.

You move faster, ‘Eyes on me, love. That’s it princess. I wanna watch you.’ You’re giving it your all, each string of nerves inside you is pulled, you fear you’re going to snap. He’s holding you so tight, as if scared you’ll disappear, he whispers in your ear, cooing how much he loves you and how good you make him feel.

Your release streams down his thighs, squirting out as you bounce faster, practically crying on top of him. He feels so amazing, almost too good to be true, and the twitching and pulsing of his cock is divine. Each curve and vein of his huge dick digs into you, leaving you sore and delicate.

Unable to restrain himself, Mason begins pounding up into you, meeting your hips. You cry, giving it your all as you bounce quickly, clutching his bicep. ‘Oh Y/N,’ he repeatedly exclaims.

Glancing between, he notices his cock glistening with your slickness, each motion of your hips, balls practically slamming into your core each time.

‘Cum for me, Mase.’ You say whilst biting your lip. ‘Fill me up.’ Tears pricking at how good he makes you feel.

‘Together.’ Mason moans in pleasure, bringing his thumb down to your clit to stroke circles. ‘Cum all over my cock, darling. Let go for me.’ He takes a sharp breath.

Within seconds, you both reach your high, foreheads pressed hard against each other so you can feel Mason close by, hip is bouncing through your orgasms. Mason’s cock slams into you again, only slowing when he spills into you, creamy ribbons of his cum filling you whole. He stops along with your hips, buried deep inside, still throbbing as your pussy aches around him, tender, sore, and delicate.

You’re now out of breath, and Mason’s arms keep you close to his chest as it rises and falls. You open your eyes, as he does, to join your gazes, his cheek flushed pink. You giggle, kissing his lips while still panting, ‘How was that?’ You ask, wincing as his cock moves slightly inside of you as he shifts whilst still buried in you.

‘So fucking good, baby. This is the best you’ve ever given me.’ Mason kisses your palm and holds it to his chest.

You smile, knowing how well you’ve done and how good you’ve treated him.

‘Now, it’s my turn to take care of you. Just so you know, I’m not going to let you go lightly. My teasing is gonna be ten times worse, baby.’ Mason smirks.

Mason’s lips trail lower, deep purple stained marks embedding their way into your skin from his hungering lips, and you softly smile, your lips curling into the gentlest of grins, watching the way Mason loves on you so well, leaving not an inch of your skin untouched.

His fingers are deep into you, your wetness soaking his fingers. His fingers move and please. The pleasure he gives flutters over your form, resulting in pleasantly rich orgasm’s. It approaches at a slow pace at first. As the peak - that sweet spot hits, it starts to build, rising with the tide. It comes, it pours but it never truly goes away.

Your legs and clit are spread out by him. Your scent of sex yearning heat enveloped his senses; a scent Mason had stored away in the depths of his mind for longing nights spent absent from his love. His sturdy fingers held open delicate folds whilst he lightly kissed your sensitive clit. ‘All mine.’ He breathes into your pussy as he lightly pecks along your soaking folds. ‘Can’t believe you’re all mine.’ He smiles, smirking up, catching a delightful view of your dewy skin. Your fingers thread through his chocolate locks nestled in your clit. ‘Can’t believe your body is all mine.’ Kissing lightly along the insides of your thighs, marking your skin as his and only his.

Through the quiet whimpers and shuddering breaths, you whine for him, your small, dainty fingers reaching, always reaching for his soft hair. You lightly tug on his hair, the sensation of his lips adoring your skin and his strong hands gently caressing your bare thighs, sending butterflies soaring through your body. ‘Mase.’ You moan as you feel his lips curl into a smile. The sound of his name falling gracefully off your lips is his favourite sound as it makes it feel like you’re his and his only.

You are his favourite sound. You scream, whimper, spill, ‘Mase,’ over and over again. His beautiful eyes which you can get lost into forever slowly wander to yours, a smile spreading over his lips as his hand reaches out to meet yours on the frantic white sheets. His lips meet yours in a kiss that is drenched in affection as he takes your hand in his and squeezes it with confidence. Mason’s lips intertwine with yours in such a delicate and tender way that you’re left staring into his chocolate orbs while your hand clutches and fits against his, holding yours like a puzzle piece.

‘Patience, baby.’ A soft bruise appears on your neck where his lips made love to your flesh, and purple hues pour over the area as he smiles into your skin. The swell of your breasts, bare and exposed with shadowed, pebbled nipples perking just for him, was your flawlessly attractive body. With anticipation of pleasing you so perfectly, he sinks a kiss into the valley of your chest, his moist lips scattering to your breasts, a trail of delicate kisses dotting your stomach.

With his lips hovering over your clit, his fingers spreading you, languidly stroking over your clit as stifling moans fill his ears. The sweetness of your quick arousal meets his tongue in a quick wash of your sweetness.His hand reaching up to thread yours once more to your side, He dives into you and gently caressing your clit nestled between, his thumb soothingly grazes the skin of your palm and his spare hand resting on your thigh.

Mason’s tongue flicks you in a way that varies between quick and languid, enticing your tender spots and blending his tongue’s flow with your moisture. He grins at you and says, ‘Baby, you’re soaked.’ A deep groan sends from the pit of his mouth, the sounds of his mouth slicking, his nose brushing against your folds, generating jolts of warm pleasure as he happily your whole. ‘Fuck, Mase!’ You cry out as you feel him sucking eagerly on your moist, gushing folds and lapping your creamy glisten. Your weak legs spread further out for him, your hand tightly gripping his in a painful squeeze.

Right now, to Mason, nothing mattered other than your body and your pleasure.

The way he leaves you is a mess; his lips spread your slick gleam of soaking arousal all over your clit, and the creamy build up of need soaks the inside of you as you whine for him. His beard shines with your dripping wetness, and his tongue speeds up movement when you moan out his name louder than before, a routine of signal of your proximity to release he’d become much familiar with through numerous occasions of love making they’d shared with each other.

When he places his hot breath on your clit, you feel a wave of pleasure crash over your body, causing your body to tense and your toes to curl. His lips never leave your clit, gliding over your pussy as he gently guides you down from bliss. You feel like a bliss of release almost as if you were seeing stars for a brief moment. His cock lifted in response to your whimpers and groans, revealing a deep desire to be buried within the cosy and moist walls of shelter he had just made.

You laboured, your breath quickening and huffing as you let out steam from the third orgasm he’d given you within a matter of minutes.

‘You got another in you for me, baby?’ He speaks in a deep tone. You can feel a bulge of dangerously eager cock against your stomach. His lips trace up, leaving an unrestricted amount of kisses and scattering moist pecks over your naked glory, a little sheen of dewy sweat apparent on your flushed cheeks. Slow, sensual hands wander your body . Your fingers grab for him again through suffocating breaths, yearning to feel him close - so close, in fact, that you’d become one.

You feel the weight of his cock stroking your clit every time he moves, beads of pre cum pricking your skin from his thick tip. His lips are still adoring your silky skin, and he has his body positioned above you, held close by his toned biceps. Every vein in his member throbs, waiting to be taken by you. ‘Mason,’ you manage, your words lost on his lips when you meet in a searing kiss. His bites of affection litter your chin, your jaw, only stopping when you reach up to cup his face in a desperate plea. ‘Fuck me.’ You manage to get out, the throb between your weak legs intensifying, ‘Take care of me like you do, baby.’

Chuckling quietly, a delicate smirk washes over his features, his lips twisting into a smile as he leaves a final kiss to your lips. With his hefty cock in hand, he directs, lining his cock into your clit, gentle groans and breathless breaths tampering through skin on skin as his hips roll at a frustrating gradual speed.

Mason slides in, a short dip of his cock inside you, before sliding out. You cling onto him, your claws digging into the rosy fleshed skin of his back,as his head finds a home between the soft spots of your shoulders and your neck. Sliding back in, you beg him to go faster through frantic groans, the stretch of him inside creating a familiar burn you’d become used to over the years you had been with him. A soft moan escapes yours and Mason’s mouths, the sensation of you tightening around him sends shivers back. With each thrust, he plunges, burying and searching deeper and deeper inside, his bulging veins pulsating against your walls.

With every firm push and open mouthed kisses against your neck, he sinks inch by inch. The ache inside you grows;your groans becoming necessary and your gentle yelps becoming more frequent by the second.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you. ‘Fuck,sweetheart.’ Mason praises. You cry out a moan between loud, broken breaths, gripping fistfuls of the white sheets piled in a sea around their bodies, a hand caging to your mouth, muffling loud, vulgar groans that fall carelessly. Mason goes deeper and deeper, until rolled thrusts strike your end. Mason’s name comes off your mouth in a desperate plea. ‘You feel,’ he groans, clutching to your body tighter, ‘so,so good baby.’ His deep grunts rummage between your skin, demanding thrusts burying inside you with each movement, your body shivering with need, feeling the pulse of his swollen cock caged inside.

Mason’s pace quickly becomes faster by the second, with every dip into your warm haven, he showers you with praises, marking you with kisses and wet traces of his love generously on your skin.

The room was filled with the sound of your skin slapping, with each powerful plunge, a string of incoherent moans flooding his lips, The sensation of your walls milking his cock is a trance of its own. You whimper while he drills into you, jaw tightening, teeth gritting to the feel of nestling within you; his favourite place to be.His erection is stiff, tearing you open as his veiny bulk pounds in furiously, the words of praise that mist in the air pushing you into a frenzy of it own. ‘Gonna make you feel so good, princess.’ He encourages, his finger finding its way massaging to your sensitive clit.

With a swift motion, he pumps his hips and dips his fingers encouragingly into your smooth folds. You gasp when you feel this sinful touch, your head falling hopelessly to his shoulder as the sheen of his milky arousal envelops you.’Mase, don’t…don’t stop.’ You cry out feeling a wave of tears vulnerably fall from the corners of your eyes at the thought of how magnificently he fuck you.The bedframe creaking due to his demanding pace.

Your boobs move at his speed, bouncing relentlessly, his cock gleaming with your fluids, sliding with your mixture of releases interfering. Your body trembles beneath him as you cry out in a suffocating tone, placing your hands on his broad shoulders causing your figure to jolt with every thrust he delivers.

He savours each moan; he grunts when you close your walls around him, your pussy shapes particularly for him. Your foreheads brush as you stare attentively into each other's eyes, gasping in passionate motion, ‘Listen to the sound’s you’re making.’ Mason smiles, the sounds of your pussy pouring with ecstasy from his dick, fucking you so well, almost making you grit your teeth, eyes stinging. With a gaping angle, Mason’s cock hits your end deeper, and you tremble, shiver, and gush for him.

‘Mase!’ You groan out, anxiously clutching him tight, your fingernails digging into his skin. ‘Mason, please don’t stop, baby.’ Your words barely make it out as a whisper.

His cock dives within you repeatedly, the intimacy is far too intense. The pulse of his cock inside pairs with your perfectly, his tone husky, his praise loving, and his groans sweet.

You feel your core tighten, the burning stretch is unmatched, whimpering needily in his neck as he thrusts faster, quicker, harder, deeper, messier.

A burst of warm release gushes out, wet and spurting, coating his cock.

Your eyes are watering, your skin is sticky with sweat droplets , you feel hot and flushed, uncontrollable pleads and whimpers leaving your throat. Your legs spread widely and your clit is devoured by Mason’s cock, you experience a powerful and extremely strong orgasm that consumes your entire body. Mason’s cock moves at a steady speed. As he continues to drill his hips into your pussy, Mason praises you. ‘That’s it, my good girl,’ with peppered kisses to your skin. ‘Look at how you drip for me.’

Mason smirks, nibbling your neck, watching the way you moan. Senselessly, the curve of his shaft massages your sore, aching walls, leaving you delicate after your release, chasing his own.

Inhaling sharply, Mason feels his own orgasm coming close as his cock twitches through deep gasps and muffled moans. The warm, creamy wetness you’d created for him sent shockwaves of warmth, snapping at every vein in his cock and making every nerve in his body crave you.You hold tight onto his biceps, burying your face in his shoulder when he spills inside you through strings of his glossy cum.The insides of your walls are coated, adding to the milky wet haven you’d held particularly for him.

In the aftermath, your pussy aches around him.

Sensitive and sore.

Deep down, somewhere inside, you feel full, tainted by his quality, silky cum. His member is still dozing in your lush walls in the heat of the aftermath, the euphoria of the heat surrounding us contributing to soothing rides off a soaring high shared between us. Your chest heaving, parted lips, his forehead connecting with yours as his eyes flutter closed, feeling confined inside the woman of his dreams.

You’ll always be the woman of his dreams.

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am i complex to you prt two ~ joost klein fanfic

READ PART ONE HERE // part three here

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Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: From first meeting the blonde musician to sharing headphones and very intense eye contact, this was not how you anticipated your evening at your friend's party panning out. 

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Due to high demand here is part two (yes there will be a part three as well, I'm typing it as we speak). If you like it please show your support by reblogging ❣️

I accept Joost requests btw! [do's: female!reader, smut; don'ts: established relationship, toxic relationships]

Warnings: 18+ only, not proofread

As you stepped outside the cool air of the night hit your nostrils. Joost's hand was loosely attached to your hip as you waved over to your parked bike.

"Oh, I didn't come by bike," Joost said.

"Oh," you laughed. "We could try having you ride on my carrier," you suggested. "I'm really not that athletic though, it's ten minutes to my flat."

"We'll try," Joost said as you unlocked your bicycle. After you got on the bike, Joost got on behind you.

"Hold on tight," you said and Joost wrapped his arms around your torso, his chin resting on top of your shoulder. Your stomach fluttered and both you and Joost couldn't contain your grins as you caught the other looking at each other.

"Let's go," you said as you pushed your feet off the ground and started pedalling the bike. "Jesus fucking Christ," you exclaimed laughing as you noticed quickly how hard it was for you to ride the bike with the both of you on it. Between the alcohol in your bloodstream, the nerves and excitement of feeling Joost's body pressed to your back and your poor condition, this was sure to be a failed mission pretty soon.

"So, are gonna make it in ten minutes then?", Joost giggled beside you.

"Oh shut up," you huffed out as you were slowly making progress, the bike riding slalom instead of in a straight line. "You give it a try then," you said.

"Alright, if you insist," Joost shrugged and easily got off the bike as you weren't going that fast anyway. As Joost sat down on the seat you realised that your bike was way too small for the tall man and you giggled at the sight of his overly bent knees. "Now you shut up," Joost laughed and for the first time, you were eye to eye as you stood beside the bike.

You took one step closer to Joost, your upper thigh just barely touching his knee. With your hand, you grabbed Joost's chin and leaned forward to kiss him. His hand let go of the bike handles and they found your hips, bringing you closer to him. You wished you were home already as you were losing yourself in Joost's lips - so soft, so perfect on your lips. Joost let out a frustrated groan between his lips and his grip tightened on your hip.

"Fuck," he mumbled as he broke the kiss. "Now get on with it," he gestured with his head to the bicycle carrier.

This time it was your turn to wrap your arms around Joost's body and you would be lying if you didn't seize the opportunity to subtly feel his abs and stomach through the fabric of his t-shirt as best as you could. As Joost started pedalling you were definitely going faster than before but you were still going excruciatingly slow as you were slowly losing your mind at the thought of finally feeling Joost closer to you when you'll get home.

"Now turn left," you said after you had been on the road for 15 minutes already. "... and here we are," you said when you finally reached the front of your apartment complex.

Quickly you locked your bike up and rushed through the front door of your apartment complex. As you pushed the button for the elevator, Joost was coming up behind you, his hand resting on the side of your waist. The elevator door opened and before you could even register to push the button to your floor you were backed against the wall. Your hands instinctively found the back of Joost's head as your lips crashed into each other again. Lips moving in sync you softly moaned into the kiss and you could feel the arousal in your pants. You pushed your chest towards Joost as he sloppily left kisses down the side of your face until he buried his face in your neck. Your fingers quickly found the button of your floor and the elevator started moving upwards. The tips of Joost's fingers grazed the skin of your exposed stomach after he slowly pushed the hem of your top up. With a soft ping, the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened.    

You grabbed Joost's hand and dragged him out of the elevator to the door of your flat. As you were scrambling for your keys in your purse, Joost stood behind you, his front pressed to your back and his hands at your hips. With one hand he carefully pushed your hair aside to expose the soft skin of your neck. Slowly he pressed one kiss after another to your neck, goosebumps running up your spine as your fingers nervously trembled, still searching for your keys.

"Fuck," you cursed.

"Hm," Joost murmured against your skin.

"I can't find my keys," you mumbled.

"Hm," Joost replied concerned this time.

Hot flashes went through your body, maybe caused by Joost's soft lips against your skin, maybe because the memory from earlier this evening came back to you. You recalled how you proudly dangled your keys in front of Mila's face.

"Look at this!" you had exclaimed as you pointed to the small teddy bear, showing off your new key chain to your friend. As you recalled the memory, you also realised that you never put your keys back into your purse after Mila had inspected the bear.

"I left them at the party," you realised and turned around, the palm of your hand planted on your forehead. Your heart was beating incredibly fast.

"You're joking," Joost said softly laughing.

"I swear I'm not," you said and you could see how Joost was grabbling at the seriousness of the situation. Before he could say anything else you were already dialing Mila's number who picked up immediately.

"(Y/N)!" she exclaimed over the loud sounds of the music.

"Mila, I need you to grab my keys, they should be by the couch at the back of the bar."

"Yeah, sure, did you go home?" she asked.

"Yes."

"But you can't get in?" she asked.

"Yes. I'll have to get back," you sighed.

"You can stay at mine, so you won't have to make the trip again," Mila suggested.

"Thanks, just hold on to my keys for now, I'll text you later, okay? Love you," you said.

"Sure thing! Love you too," Mila replied before you ended the call.

"So?" Joost was leaning against the wall, a concerned look on his face.

"Well, I'll have to get back to get my keys," you groaned. "I'm so sorry, this is not how I envisioned this to go down."

"Me neither," he said and paused for a second before he continued. "You could also stay at my place," Joost suggested.

"Are you sure?" you asked as you didn't want to be a bother. You didn't usually do one night stands so you weren't really familiar with the etiquette. What if he wanted to leave your place after the deed anyway? What if he didn't want you to stay the whole night and wake up next to you in the morning?

"Yeah, of course, I live like ten minutes from here," he reassured you.

"Alright, let's go then," you said and pressed the elevator button again.

Silence ensued between you when you entered the elevator, the key incident apparently sobered the both of you up just a bit. You were still longing for Joost's touch but more than anything you felt awkward and like a burden to him right now.

"Are you okay?" Joost asked you softly as he noticed your change in demeanour.

"Yeah," you mumbled. "I'm sorry, I just feel really stupid," you admitted. Joost's hand softly grazed yours and he looked into your eyes.

"No, really, (Y/N), it's fine," he said. "If anything, this is really funny actually," he tried to lighten the mood and a small grin crept onto your face. "There we are!" Joost said happily, his left hand cupping your cheek softly and for a moment you expected him to plant a quick peck on your lips like a loving boyfriend would, but before anything could happen, the elevator door opened again and Joost dropped his hand from your face.

As you were walking side by side, the night quiet and the stars distantly visible above you, there was a long pondering silence between you.

"You know I don't usually do this," Joost said eventually.

"Taking girls home?" you asked.

"Yeah well yes,-" Joost said. "Or having them take me home," he paused. "I'm not really the player type or whatever."

"Me neither," you admitted and you both looked at each other, grins visible on each other faces. "So this is a new experience for the both of us?"

"I suppose," Joost chuckled.

"How's it going so far?" you asked.

"Well, if everything would've gone right we probably would be doing something different right now," Joost said and the thought of that certain something gave you flashes running up your body. You bit your lip, eyeing Joost up and down as you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. But you knew that it would only mean that you would get to his place even later if you did it right now. So the sexual tension between you two had to persist.

"We're here," Joost announced.

"Oh, finally," you laughed and Joost grinned as he unlocked the front door and held it open for you.

Another excruciatingly long elevator ride where your sides were just barely touching and you two were grinning like two horny teenagers and you finally reached the door to Joost's flat. You nervously fiddled with your fingers as he opened the door and motioned for you to get inside.

"Welcome to my crib," he said and you giggled.

After you stepped inside and turned around Joost had already swiftly closed the door and was standing directly in front of you.

"Hi," you whispered, looking up to him.

"Hi," he said grinning before his lips crashed into yours again.

Soon you were pressed against the wall, Joost's body close to yours and you continued exactly where you left off earlier. You removed Joost's stupid hat and rummaged your hands through his hair which lured a moan from him. Joost softly bit down on your bottom lip which made your back arch. His hands were trailing down your body until they rested on top of your ass, squeezing lightly. Your hands were tugging on Joost's jacket, desperate to finally get his clothes off the man. Without ever breaking the kiss, Joost took off his jacket and discarded it to the side before also removing your jacket. Your hands touched the bare skin on his arms, grabbing at his upper arms as your tongues met in an open-mouthed kiss. Joost hummed into your lips as his fingers slowly felt the soft skin above your ribcage as he sneaked his hands underneath your top, slowly trailing up your body.

"Where's - your - bedroom?" you asked breathily and in between kisses.

Joost moaned against your lips and took your hand into his before he led you down the corridor. Before you could register much of the room you found yourself on top of Joost who was laid on his back on the bed as you were straddling his hips. With your elbows resting beside Joost's head you leaned down to kiss him again. His hands immediately found your hips as you slowly started grinding down into Joost, already feeling his hard groin pressing against your body. You broke the kiss and looked at Joost for a second before you said what you had to say.

"I'm so sorry, I really hate to do this," you started and you could already see the concern and confusion growing on Joost's face. "But I really have to pee," you said with a frown and Joost laughed.

"Yeah, sure, the bathroom is just opposite this one," he said.

"Alright," you said as you got up reluctantly.

"But don't leave me waiting here for too long," Joost said as you looked back at him before leaving his room and you giggled.

You quickly found the bathroom and used the toilet, cursing your bladder for the unfortunate timing. Taking a look in the mirror you fixed your hair and quickly did some sexy poses to boost your confidence.

As you got back into Joost's bedroom just a few minutes later you saw him sprayed out on the bed on his back. He had taken off his pants and was only covered in his t-shirt and boxers, his arms crossed behind his head. As you stepped closer you realised that his eyes were closed and his breathing was steady and slow.

"Joost?" you softly whispered.

No response.

You sat down on the side of the bed and laid your hand on his chest.

"Joost, are you awake?"

No response again.

You let out a soft laugh. You couldn't believe it. After all that went wrong tonight already you finally had made it to Joost's bed and now he was asleep. It was kind of comical actually. You couldn't be mad with the man. It was 4 am already after all and the both of you took a quiet long route home. You grabbed your phone to text Mila.

Did you get my keys? you typed.

Yep, when are you coming? she answered.

It's fine, I'll get them tomorrow. I'm staying at Joost's.

???? Mila replied. Who the fuck is Joost??? she asked in a separate text.

Wait. Joost as in Stuntje's friend?? Mila texted back after a pause.

Yes, you replied.

Stay safe bb, Mila texted.

Dw, he fell asleep already, you typed.

LOL.

You set your phone aside and watched Joost's peaceful face for a minute. It would be very sweet actually if there wasn't this deep arousal in your panties. You sighed as you accepted your fate and went back to the bathroom. Carefully you looked through Joost's bathroom cabinet to find something to get rid of your makeup. Back in his room, you pondered for a second before stripping down to your underwear. You would have taken your clothes off and slept in his bed anyway, right? Without disturbing the sleeping man beside you too much you slipped under the covers. You tucked Joost also in carefully. As you watched his face with his mouth slightly agape, you laughed softly before you turned to the bedside table to turn the light off.

"Goodnight Joost."

Final A/N: I'm such a tease I'm so sorry, there will be a part three very soon! Part three here

#joost #mine #joost klein #joost fanfiction #joost klein x reader #joost klein fanfiction #joost x reader #joost x you #joost klein x you

[mediumgayitalian]

“I’d pick you up at the airport.”

“What?”

“If we were normal. I would — have one of those signs, you know. When you came back from your adventures.”

“Oh.” Nico snorts. “I’m still fucking off all the time when we’re normal? And you’re not coming?”

“It is woven within your very soul to fuck off as you please,” says Will sagely. “You get antsy. You know, like a house cat.”

He laughs when Nico shoves him. Less when he loses his balance and rolls into a tree, but he crawls back, anyway, kicking Nico’s ankle as he lies back next to him, folding his hands over his ribs. Nico watches him for a moment, tracing the round edges of his knuckles, until Will’s smile begins to twitch with him knowing, and he looks hastily back to the sky. It’s embarrassing, Will’s snorting huff of amusement, but more than that it’s electrifying, zapping a trail down Nico’s spine and making him shiver.

He can feel the heat Will is always throwing off, blazing every centimetre from his shoulder to his heels, a hair’s breadth away, a millimetre of distance.

“What else would it look like?” He clears his throat. “Our, um. Our normal?”

Will hums. “New York, probably. Big-ass penthouse with your trust fund.”

“I’m a trust fund baby?!”

“Hey, Nico, how much does dish soap cost?”

Nico opens his mouth, and closes it again. Will’s snickers get louder. Is it considered bad etiquette to banish one’s significant annoyance to the Underworld? Only permanently, probably. If he only keeps him there for a couple weeks it should be find. A couple weeks would be appropriately humbling.

“And what do you contribute?” Nico asks, instead of answering. (Not because he doesn’t know. Obviously. Because he is dignified, that’s why.) “Your dimples and boyish charm?”

“Yes, obviously.”

Well.

“…Okay, fair.”

Will snickers triumphantly.

“You still a doctor?”

“Mhm.” Will shifts, mouth curled in amusement. “Paediatric in Mount Sinai. We live close, by the way. You said it’s cause it’s close to Central Park but really you like to hide my lunch in the mornings to have an excuse to come see me.”

“Sounds like you forget your shit a lot, actually.”

“That, too.”

He looks over and smiles at Nico and for a moment he is convinced, wholly genuinely and truly, that the sun that’s been hiding behind the clouds all day has finally peeked out, because he can actually feel his whole body warm, in that slow-rising, penetrating way; he can actually smell the surge of sunshine in the air, feel the red glow in the backs of his eyelids, taste the brightness of the light. Every one of his neurons sinks into his system, sighing, cells reacting to thousands of years of memory of the gentle warm of the Earth’s closest star.

But the sun is not shining, and there is only Will, and his too-big teeth brush against the bottom of his lip, and his dimples show, and his eyes crinkle, and he is more radiant in even his old stained camp shirt and fraying jean shorts than his father has ever been and could ever hope to be. A thousand planets could thrive under a hundred blazing stars and none could come close to him. He knows it, how those ancients felt, the drunken surety as they stood and challenged the gods, swore up and down that their beloveds outshone Venus, Diana, Juno; Will does, Will does, and Nico understands intimately the hubris in a way he scoffed at as a child, because the words bubble and boil and threaten bursting inside of him now. What claim have the Olympians? Over sunlight? Over beauty? Over Will?

“We’re happy?” he says instead, choking hoarsely over the veneer words, over the blocked desperation, truth. “In our normal, we’re happy?”

“Always,” Will whispers. He twists onto his knees, crawling the two inches over to press close, close, closely, hand gentle on Nico’s stomach when he tries to sit up, and presses his lips to Nico’s cheek, dry, twitching with his smile, shaking with his laughter. Nothing is funny, and he isn’t joking, but Nico can feel the giddiness bubbling up and out of him the way sadness flows out in tears; when Will is giddy he giggles, constantly, hiding it barely in his hands, and now he presses it into Nico’s skin, because he knows how Nico aches to hear it, how he watches him like he’s burning it into the ridges of his brain. “I am always happy with you, Niccolò.”

“I love you,” Nico says, fiercely, and it will never be enough, not in English, not in Italian, not in Greek, but he will try. “Te amo. Capiscimi? I love you, Will, I —”

“I know.” The tiny little vibrations of his laughter are — intoxicating; Nico is drunk, ascending. “I know, di Angelo. Sap. I love you, I know.”

He dissolved into giggles into the crook of Nico’s neck, and Nico is lying, still, facing the clouds, and he is warmed, and he is warmed, and he is warmed.

#it’s so funny that i never have ideas for 100 ways until the middle of the night stressing #like i’ve skipped over this prompt before cause i was like nah i’ll never fit this into canon verse but #here we are #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #nico di angelo/will solace #nico/will #will/nico #established solangelo #soft solangelo #whipped nico di angelo #100 ways #100 ways to say i love you #my writing #fic #longpost

[bkglovergirl]

· ͟͟͞͞➳❥First kisses

Characters: Denki Kaminari and Katsuki Bakugou

If people are interested, I’ll write more.

Word Count; 777

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➷Denki Kaminari

You are sprawled out on his bed, your head down near his as he sits on the floor, his legs out and his head resting on his bed. You both went through trying to pick out something to watch for about half an hour before you settled on some random romcom. The popcorn bowl next to Denki’s leg was empty when you both finally settled and got comfy. Not even a couple minutes into the movie, you had already closed your eyes; Denki’s bed was very comfortable and made you understand why he sometimes showed up late.

“Y/N.”

“Don’t talk during the movie.”

“You aren’t even watching the movie.” You open your eyes to see him facing you, and his face is too close for your liking.

“My point still stands.” You close your eyes again.

“Have you ever had your first kiss?” And your eyes are back open again. 

“What are you talking about? Have you?” Denki blushes and points to the TV.

“Well, they kissed, so it made me bring it up! What is it a weird question?!”

“Yes!” Denki rolls his eyes, and you speak again, “No, I haven't had my first kiss.”

“Well… I haven't either.” Denki looks at you and stares. “What?!”

“What do you mean what?!”

“I’m just...” he glances at the TV and then back at you, moving his leg and accidentally hitting the popcorn bowl. “Surprised?” you turn, lying on your back and staring at the ceiling.

“Why? It’s not that surprising.” Seeing the look on your face, Denki moves and gets on his knees, and You glance at him. “What are you doing?” He gets closer to your face.

“Yes or no?”

“Yes or no to what?!” The TV illuminates his face, and you can see the slight blush on his face.

“This could ruin our friendship, so yes or no?” getting the clear hint, you nod your head yes, and Denki leans down, a little too slow for your liking, and kisses you. Seconds goes by way too fast, and he moves away from you. He leans back on his knees, and you sit up and look at him, your heart beating so fast you think it will jump out of your chest. You go to say Denki’s name, but he beats you to it. “Wanna do it again?” he says with a smile. You nod, and he quickly jumps onto his bed.

➷Katsuki Bakugou

After your fight in class, you and Bakugou are assigned cleaning duty. It has been an hour of silence, with him glaring and you smirking, “I’m done sweeping.”

“Don’t start talking now.”

“Shut up and come with me to the storage closet.”

“Why are you scared?” You smack him with the rag you were also holding and he grumbles following after. Bakugou unlocks the closet and opens the door for you. 

“Aw, you do have a heart.” He mumbles some swears your way and follows you, letting the door shut. “Wait, hold the-.” the door slams shut, and the closet is pitch black. “You mother fucker, I don’t know where the light switch is; open the door again!” you hear movement and a door knob shake.

“I can’t.

“What?!”

“I FUCKING CAN’T!” he groans. You drop the stuff you were holding carefully and move around; you bump into something. “Are you really that scared?” You blush, realizing you were pressed against Bakugou. You go to move back, and you feel him grab you.

“Oh fuck off.” he brings his hands down to your hands and brings them up to his face, and kisses the palm of your hands. “Stop fucking around.”

“I’m not.” he brings your hands back down. “I’ve been waiting for a moment like this.”

“A moment in the closet?”

“You know what I mean!” You laugh, and Bakugou rolls his eyes even if you can’t see, “Bring my hands to your face... Please.” You blush, doing as he says. “I would like to be able to see you while I do this but let me kiss you.” 

“Do it.” He leans down, trying not to bruise his ego and miss your lips. He kisses you softly, but once getting comfortable, he wraps his arms around you. You don’t know how long you guys were kissing before the door opened.

“Guys, did you get stuck… oh!” You two quickly separate and see a smirking Mina.

“Don’t you dare say anything, raccoon eyes!” Mina runs off, and Bakugou grabs your hand and chases after her, with you following, laughing.

#bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski #denki x reader #denki kaminari #bnha denki #mha denki #boku no hero acedamia

[000-pawz]

i don't want us to just be friends! (bnd) ˚ · .

bnd when they have a crush , ot6 headcanons , fluff , pining , nonidol au

more under the cut!

a/n: requested here and here! eeek tysm <3 i also subtly brought their charts into play here too (you guys already know how i roll) >3<

sungho ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ when sungho has a crush on you, he literally wants to become your superman >< he'll carry your backpack across campus for you, lends you his (very neat) notes if you miss a day in class, and brings you food to your dorm room if you're sick </3 he just wants to do whatever he can to help you

𐙚₊˚ loves studying with you!!! his favorite part is when you go quiet when you're really focused and he can just watch your cute concentrated face <3 he'll nudge you from under the desk when it's time to take a break and convince you to go with him to get food!!! he wants to make sure that you're taking care of yourself always

𐙚₊˚ he's not the type to initiate affection first between you guys, so when you do it, he turns into an absolute mess. if your head falls onto his shoulder while you're laughing, he'll probably act cool on the outside, but on the inside, he's literally screaming, running laps!!!

𐙚₊˚ or if you grab his hand to walk through a crowd together without losing each other, he'll try to suppress his smile as best he can, but ultimately fails because??? your hand fits perfectly in his???? hello????

𐙚₊˚ sungho becomes really cute and soft around you. he shyly smiles when you wave to him across campus!!! or if you're hanging out alone watching a movie, he'll share his blanket with you and shuffle up to your side so your legs are pressing against each other's (and yes it's an excuse to be closer to you!!!)

𐙚₊˚ gets pretty protective over you. if you fall and scrape your knee, he's carrying you to the nurse asap (even if it's just a little cut :<). better yet, he'll take care of you himself, treating you so gently as he bandages up your wound and tells you to be more careful cause you could've gotten really hurt!!

𐙚₊˚ really playful with you! probably lightly teases you about your cute habits, does bunny ears above your head when you take a selfie, pretends to bite you when you tease him back ^___^ just like a giant kitty

𐙚₊˚ sungho is not one to keep secrets and he's pretty straightforward, so i see him confessing to you first >< he'll probably make it really intimate, like bringing you flowers and then taking you to a picnic in the field </3 there are literal sparkles in his eyes when he watches the way the sun hits your skin! just something super sappy where it can just be the two of you and he can confess all of his honest feelings with no interruptions!!!

˚ ⋆｡˚ riwoo

𐙚₊˚ riwoo is incredibly shy around his crush!!! he'll probably be the most physically awkward out of all of them lol like if he has to partner up with his crush for a conversation, he'll literally die a little on the inside because he gets so flustered around you, he can barely speak!!!

𐙚₊˚ he definitely keeps his crush on you to himself. for one, he wants to be able to admire you from afar and he's simply happy with just liking you! and for two, he doesn't want his friends to embarrass him around you ><

𐙚₊˚ probably screams into his pillow whenever you text him first >3< or smiles behind his hand because you are texting him!!! he replies back super fast too because he doesn't want you to think he's uninterested!!!

𐙚₊˚ he'll always try his best to make you smile around him, even if it involves him making a fool of himself!!! if you're in the same room, he'll text you something funny and wait to see your reaction from across the room ^___^

𐙚₊˚ worries about you so much :C if you seem extra tired in class, he'll check up on you, asking you if you need anything!!! he'll sneak snacks into your bag, switch seats with you if you get the wobbly chair, and he's just overall very attentive!!! if you don't show up for class out of the blue, he's texting you right away to make sure everything is okay and if you need him to bring you anything!!! <3

𐙚₊˚ very adaptable to you. if you're grabbing lunch together and you mention a specific menu you like, he's ordering the same thing! and if you're studying together in his dorm and you say you're hot, he'll immediately turn on the air conditioning (even if he's shivering </3) he always prioritizes your comfort

𐙚₊˚ loves to have long and deep conversations with you. enjoyes hearing about your plans for the future, and your goals and aspirations!!! he's all for learning what makes you tick so he can cater to your needs better <3 he just loves learning about you as a person because you are so interesting to him and you have a way of scratching his brain just right

𐙚₊˚ riwoo would be so so so nervous to confess. he'd run over what he wants to say multiple times to himself before you even show up to the park he's meeting you at. and when you finally do show up, all of his effort goes straight out of the window and he forgets everything he wanted to say </3 so he just says "y/n. i like you." and you giggle a bit because you already know!!! you were just waiting for him to say something >< and when you tell him so, riwoo gets so blushy and shy before asking if he can take you out tomorrow!! officially :3

jaehyun ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ everyone will already know he has a crush on you before he even knows!!! he finds a way to mention you in every conversation and starts smiling like an idiot whenever someone says your name <3

𐙚₊˚ becomes your very own puppy ^___^ if you weren't already friends before jaehyun starts liking you, then you are now! he'll ask to be your partner whenever he gets the chance, gets excited for you when you share good news with him, does whatever you ask of him

𐙚₊˚ like if you mention you want a certain drink from the store, jaehyun is up and out of his seat in the blink of an eye!!! or if you say that your feet hurt from walking around all day, he'll give you a piggy back ride home!!!

𐙚₊˚ he invites you out to everything like "hey y/n, did you want to go to this party with me tonight", or "hey y/n, are you busy later? maybe we can go to the carnival together", or even "hey y/n, can you come with me to buy toothpaste please"

𐙚₊˚ intense eye contact whenever you have something to say. he does that thing where he cocks his head at you with gentle eyes and nods along to whatever you're saying, reacting to everything and giving you little smiles here and there <3

𐙚₊˚ becomes the loudest, goofiest person ever around you. he's cracking jokes left and right, sharing stories that he knows will entertain you, etc. he literally just goes on autopilot freak mode because he's driven by pure impulse when you're around ><

𐙚₊˚ once you guys are comfortable around each other, he gets pretty touchy!!! he'll give you tight hugs whenever he greets you, brushes hair out of your face if you're focused on your work, gives you random fistbumps and high fives just for an excuse to touch you ><

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun's confession would be so out of the blue, he even surprises himself. he'll be walking you back home after a late-night study session and he'll just get such a big rush of emotion when he looks at you in the moonlight and he'll just blurt out that he likes you!!! he'll quickly cover his mouth with wide eyes and be like "did i say that out loud...?" and you just laugh at him because he's so cute before confessing that you like him too <3

˚ ⋆｡˚ taesan

𐙚₊˚ if taesan has a crush on you, you might think that he simply doesn't like you >< he'll avoid eye contact at all cost, walk in the opposite direction if he hears that you're coming, ducks away if you enter the room. he gets so overwhelmed everytime he sees you, his fight or flight kicks in lol

𐙚₊˚ perks up if he ever hears your name mentioned in public. like he'll be totally locked in on his computer or something and as soon as he hears your name in a passing conversation, he'll sit up straighter and look around to see if you're nearby >< he might even listen in on someone's conversation just to hear what they're saying about you

𐙚₊˚ he stresses out so much about whether or not to speak to you first if you're not already friends. he'll pace his room, ask his friends if you're seeing anyone, runs over every possible outcome of him talking to you (and the only thing he's trying to do is introduce himself </3)

𐙚₊˚ when he finally does build up the courage to talk to you, he's a stuttering mess!!! it already took him 32978 hours to even convince himself to finally talk to you, and when he does, he finds himself tripping over his words a lot and stumbling through greetings </3

𐙚₊˚ taesan is the type to buy you your favorite drink from the cafe and then "run" into you and say "hey, uh i just had an extra one of these." and then he quickly gives it to you before running away and you're just like he is so cute (because it's so obvious that he likes you)

𐙚₊˚ once you guys get closer, speaking to you would be like a second nature to him!!! he just needs to break out of his shell a bit >< he'll ask you to meet him at the bench outside of your dorm/house at like 2 am just so you guys can talk alone (and if he "accidentally" had an extra hoodie in his backpack for when you start to get cold, no he didn't >3<)

𐙚₊˚ i said it before and i'll say it again! taesan loves loves loves sharing music with you. he'll make you multiple playlists (all with subtle meanings and confessions hidden in them) and send them to you!!! he might actually malfunction if you do the same as well (and he will read into every lyric of every song you send)

𐙚₊˚ he'd confess when you guys are at a record store together, checking out vinyl. he'll pick a song that perfectly captures everything he wants to say that he can't put into words, and you just look so pretty flicking through all of the albums, and he knows this is his chance!!! so he puts the vinyl on the record player and calls you over to place the headphones over your ears and as you listen, you realize what's he's trying to say and you give him the biggest hug ever that makes him stumble back a bit with a big smile, wrapping himself up in you <3

leehan ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ definitely the type to stare at you from across the room with that soft gaze, just watching you exist. observing which hand you write with, your little quirks and habits, the clothes you like to wear. just learning about you from afar. he might even scroll through your social media too :<

𐙚₊˚ his line from serenade when he's like "hey, the weather is nice. want to go for a walk?"!!! he'll stroll with you quietly, making small talk, asking you how your classes are going, and he gets really giggly if your hands accidentally brush each other's <3

𐙚₊˚ leehan will find any way to accommodate you! if you mumble that your head hurts in class, he'll ask the professor to dim the lights for you! and if you're cold, he'll insist you take his jacket!!!

𐙚₊˚ if leehan has a crush on you, he will mentally act like he's married >< if someone else tries to confess to him, he'll respectfully reject them because he only has eyes for you!!!

𐙚₊˚ he laughs at all of your jokes, even if they are terrible >< it's not even forced laughter though!!! he genuinely finds you so endearing that everything you do is cute to him

𐙚₊˚ speaking of cute!!! he calls you cute a lot. you'll do the most mundane thing ever and he'll just watch you with a tiny smile, thinking that you are the cutest thing to ever exist. he might even say it out loud just to see you get flustered <3

𐙚₊˚ loves when you rant/vent to him!!! he thinks it's so special that you see him as a safe place to go when you're stressed, and he'll do anything to ease that stress. he'll reach over and give your hand an encouraging squeeze, listening intently to everything you say, and give you advice if you ask for it!!!

𐙚₊˚ he would probably confess to you after months, or even years of being friends!!! when you guys are alone, probably having a midnight talk about anything and everything when he goes "y/n. i really like you." and it'll catch you so off guard and get you so flustered, but he just couldn't wait any longer!!! and when you breathlessly confess that you like him back, he'll pull you into the tightest hug ever with an airy laugh, relieved that everything worked out <3

˚ ⋆｡˚ woonhak

𐙚₊˚ he's in lalaland before he even strikes up conversation with you </3 woonhak will literally daydream about you all the time, zoning out in class just thinking about you for hours!!! he'll probably even imagine scenarios of you guys together to help him fall asleep at night lol

𐙚₊˚ he so obviously likes you, but for him to actually tell you is a whole different story. he just likes you so so so much and he's really scared of his feelings being rejected, so he forces himself to believe that he's okay with just being friends with you <3 he thinks that having you like this is better than not having you at all

𐙚₊˚ that doesn't mean he doesn't show you he likes you though! you are his go-to person for everything. like if he got a new shirt, he's asking you if you think it looks okay (and if you show any hint of disliking it, he's never wearing that shirt again because your opinion is the only one that matters)

𐙚₊˚ facetimes 24/7!!! he'll call you whenever he's bored and you guys will just carry on with your own lives while still on facetime, occasionally falling into conversation before going about your day again

𐙚₊˚ like he'll literally call you just so he can brush his teeth while watching you study! or if he's walking to the store, he'll facetime you to show you how great the weather is (and he'll convince you to meet him at the park so you can have ice cream together <3)

𐙚₊˚ woonhak will be at your side as soon as you need him, no questions asked. if he calls you and can hear in your voice that you were crying, he's rushing over to you asap!! his shoelaces won't even be tied and his jacket will be inside out because he was trying to get to you so fast </3 immediately pulls you into a hug and reassures you that you're never alone as long as he's here

𐙚₊˚ if you ever compliment him, his entire year will be made. i imagine him doing that thing where he smiles so wide, his eyes bunch up and his shoulder reach his ears and he's just a giant ray of sunshine ^___^ he won't waste any time complimenting you back either!!!

𐙚₊˚ he'd confess to you by making you a big basket of gifts n stuff, topped off with a handwritten letter </3. it'll be full of plushies, your favorite snacks, pictures you guys took together in photobooths, cute stickers that he'd think you like, random stuff in your favorite color ^___^ his handwriting will be messy and you can see that he wrote and erased many times, just trying to find the right words to say!!! it's all so personal, sweet, and thoughtful <333

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[ahqkas]

Mattheo with a s/o who can get easily sick. Like she would have a small cough that soon turns into a blown out flu and it always makes him worried. She tells Mattheo that’s it’s normal for her to get sick and he is just like “..I’m shoving vitamin gummies down your throat”. Just pure overprotective Mattheo trying to help her immune system! 💕

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TAKING CARE OF YOU ; mattheo riddle

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THE CASTLE WAS CHILLED WITH THE WINTER FROST, the stone walls holding onto the cold and the window were painted with various of pretty ornaments. It was cold, the snow reddening the students’ cheeks wherever they went. Especially your cheeks.

You had started with a small cough, just a tickle in the back of your throat. Within a day, it had escalated into a full blown flu. You were used to it — your immune system had always been weaker than most — but that didn’t mean it was any less miserable.

Huddling in your dormitory, wrapped in layers of warm and cozy blankets, your nose throbbed and your nose ran wildly. The world outside was covered by its own blanket, this one white and gray, making you suffer in the dorm. You could be in the snow if it wasn’t for your stuffy nose. A small, pitiful sneeze escaped you. and you signed, ready to suffer like this for the next week or so.

Mattheo Riddle, your beloved boyfriend, had been keeping a close eye on you since the moment he found out you got ill. His worry was evident on his face with the way his dark eyes lingered more than usually and his brows furrowed, creating frown lines between them. Now, he was sitting on the edge of your bed as he watched you try to drink a cup of hot tea he made the house elves bring you.

“You should have told me it was getting worse,”he muttered, the tone of his voice a mix of irritation and concern.

Offering him a weak smile, you took a sip of the herbal tea, trying not to let out a wince at its taste. It wasn’t really enjoyable but it had the healing effects you desperately needed. “I didn’t want to bother you. Besides, I’m used to it. I always get sick like this.”

The Slytherin’s frown deepened, his expression darkening. “Just because it’s normal for you doesn’t mean it’s okay. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.”

“I’m not alone,” you pointed out to him, reaching for his hand that rested next to your thigh and gave him a squeeze. “I have you.”

The look of worry on his face softened a little bit as he looked down at your intertwined fingers. “That’s right. And I’m going to make sure you get better. No more of this ‘normal’ nonsense. I’m showing those vitamin gummies you own down your throat if I have to.”

You laughed, which quickly turned into a coughing fit. Mattheo’s frown returned before he stood up from the bed, hand reaching towards your nightstand where he knew you kept all the supplies you needed during times like these. He picked up a bottle of vitamin gummies and shook it pointedly in front of your face.

“Open up,” he commanded, already holding out a gummy for you to take.

You rolled your eyes lightly but complied to his demand request, knowing better than to argue with him when he was in worrying mode. He handed you a gummy, making sure you chewed and swallowed it.

“Are you happy now?” you asked, voice muffled by the blanket you had pulled up to your chin as you brought your knees against your chest.

“Not until you’re feeling better. I hate seeing you like this.”

“I hate being like this,” you admitted, sniffing into the warm fabric. “But you’re making it a lot more bearable. Thank you, love.”

He sat back against the edge of the bed, this time closer to you as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Just focus on getting better, okay? I’ll take care of the rest.

For the next few days, Mattheo was relentless in his care. He brought you meals and snacks from the Great Hall, made sure you took your vitamins, and brought you school work you had missed (he started taking notes for you). He checked on you between classes, and when he wasn’t physically with you, he sent you messages through enchanted notes and owls to make sure you were drinking enough fluids and resting.

One evening, after a particularly nasty fit of coughing, you found yourself in tears, frustration and exhaustion taking their toll on you. The Slytherin was there in an instant, pulling you into his arms despite your protests about getting him sick. He couldn’t care less.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he rubbed you back in comforting movements. “You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

You buried your face in his shoulder, grateful for his warmth and comfort. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I hate being like this.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he said, holding you tighter. “I’m here for you, no matter what.”

A kiss to your forehead and his gentle humming were enough to lull you into sleep in your boyfriend’s warm embrace.

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[mikkomacko]

Him and I - Boss

Mob Boss Nico x Reader

Chapter 5

Warnings: blood, violence, murder, Nico and reader fight a lot

A/n: Ok this one has a lot going on but I couldn't just skip over reader and Nico recovering from her being taken. The next chapter will be much sweeter, I swear!

Enjoy!

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For the whole trip, every time Nico closed his eyes he could see it perfectly. The mountains in the back, snow capped and beautiful. You love the mountains in the winter, love the snow.

He’d make sure you’re wearing that cute red and white snowsuit you love, the one he’d gotten you for snowmobiling last year. He was gonna take you to get your nails done, help you pick out a cute pearly white color and then sit with you and let them paint a clear coat on his own finger nails and do the whole hand massage and oil thing. And he was gonna act like he hated it, like he was doing you a favor when I reality he loved it. All because it made you smile.

Then he was gonna take up the gondola, let you take selfies with him kissing your cheeks or squishing your cheeks together. Dinner at the resort, fancy and expensive and beautiful, all things you deserve.

When the sun started to set, alpenglow hitting the peaks of the mountain you’d have the perfect view from the private table. And he get down on his knee, just like you asked, and pull out the ring he’d had made specifically for you by the watchmaker he loves, and tell you everything. Tell you how much he loves you, how you steady him and make everything seem so easy, how you quiet his mind and make his heart race, how you took a stupid, rich teenage boy and turned him into a man he is proud to be.

And he’d ask you to marry him. And you’d say yes, obviously. He’d slide the ring on and kiss you, hold your pretty face between his palms until the sun set and he could take you home, kiss you even more. Spread you out on the bed and fuck you until the sun rose again in the morning.

It was going to be perfect.

He thinks of that as he stares at your left hand, ring finger bare and cold in his palm. This time tomorrow and you would’ve had your ring, the third item to solidify not only your place in his life, but in the Devs.

That’s the order him and the others agreed on for partners year ago. The pendant of the Devil, to show that you’re protected by them. The ring engraved with your name and little flames, always worn on the right pinky by members but anywhere on the body for partners. Yours sits around the chain on your neck, clinks against the pendant. It shows that you’re one of them, a member of the family.

And finally the wedding ring, the thing that gives you his last name and his power. It shows his love for you. The most important one of all.

The sudden blimp of the heart monitor scares him, has him jolting to his feet and squeezing your hand as he looks to the screen. Your heart rates keeps spiking, beeping loudly in the room and he manages to catch your right hand as you reach up for your neck.

“You’re ok, you’re ok,” he quickly soothes, preventing you from touching the brace the doctors strapped around your neck.

Your eyes are wide and terrified when they meet his, gaze darting between his eyes in confusion and panic. Your lips part to speak but he shushes you before you do.

“No baby don’t talk, it’s ok.” He squeezes your hands, brings them back down to the hospital bed. “You’re just a little swollen, ok? The brace is to help bring it down.”

He waits for you to calm down, the monitor slowing back to normal before letting go. You inhale shakily through your nose, breath quivering when you exhale.

Smoothing your hair down, he rests his free hand against the side of your head and looks you over. Despite the bandage on your forehead and the puffiness of your eyes, you look so beautiful. If he ignores the brace and the cotton, you don’t even look hurt.

His heart squeezes.

“I’m so sorry y/n,” he whispers, feeling physically itchy with guilt. “I shouldn’t have left you alone, I should’ve listened to you and taken you right home.”

Tears build up in your waterline, taunting him and he starts shaking his head. He really does not want to see you cry.

“Sorry,” you whisper instead, voice raw and hoarse. He’s not sure if you’re even supposed to be talking, the doctors didn’t tell him. “I know better, should’ve stayed with you.”

Chest aching, he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, being mindful of any injuries he may bump. “We’ll talk about it when you’re better, yeah? You can tell me what happened.”

He pulls back to see you stiffly nod, as best you can around the brace. Wiping away the stray tear on your cheek, he huffs out a breath and tries to relax.

It’s impossible.

“I’m gonna get a nurse,” he steps back, turning to find the call button. Your hand latches around his like a vice, body jolting up in the bed and he freezes, finger hovering over the phone symbol.

You look a little confused by your own actions, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, but your eyes tell him everything. They always have.

You’re scared.

A part of him melts knowing that in moments of fear you want him, that you see him as safety and protection. It’s not anything new, but Nico likes the reminder. It means he’s doing something right.

The rest of him just feels angry. He’s so fucking angry that he let this happen, that he let his stubbornness and rejection get you hurt.

“M’right here,” he swears, “was just gonna use the call button.”

Sheepishly, you nod and lay back against the pillows, watchful gaze following him as he presses on the button.

The nurse enters your private room, smiling when she sees that you’re up and coherent. Nico has to let go of your hand so she can check your vitals again but he stays planted right next to your head, watching over you.

She takes your blood pressure, asking you about how you’re feeling and letting you know that you can try to speak normally. There’s no drastic damage to your vocal cords, and use will help make sure you get your voice back.

Nico listens in but takes a second to text Timo and his family that you’re awake and talking. He’s not sure where Luca has taken Marcelo and Lena, but he assumes his brother will find time to stop by and let him know.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

He puts his phone away, immediately tuning back into the conversation. The nurse is shining a light in your eyes, your dark pupil following it but he sees the confusion that clouds them all the same.

“I was at a party,” you reply, clearing your throat and wincing. You take a second to think, blinking when the nurse turns the light off. “I was at a party and-and I was mad at Nico and I didn’t know what anyone was saying…”

Nico thinks of Anna and her friends, confused because he knows she would translate for you and make sure to speak you to in English. Part of the reason he was ok with separating from you was because he trusts her to be watchful.

“I just needed a second of quiet so I went outside…” you continue “and then I remember a lot of blood and feeling really sick. And Nico was there.”

It’s terrible but he relaxes a bit after hearing that. Obviously it’s not great that you don’t remember; that means your head injury was pretty bad, but on the other hand he doesn’t want you remembering that.

It’s bad enough you remember him shooting Lena.

“Ok, good.” The nurse compliments. “That’s a great start. It’s typical that as you recover more memories will come back to you. There’s not really a time table for when but just keep that in mind.”

She goes over a few more things with you, making sure Nico is listening since you might have trouble remembering. He waits for her to leave before pulling out his phone, writing down the reminders in his notes apps even though he knows he won't forget.

He tucks it back in his pocket, looks up to see you watching him with sad eyes. "You look miserable," you say, reaching out towards him. Stepping closer, he lets you take a hold of his arm and pull him into sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Didn't think you'd remember me shooting Lena," he explains "I don't like when you see those things."

Your hand runs up his bicep and around his shoulder, finding the ends of his hair on the nape of his neck. "I'm glad," you say, a tiny smile on your lips. "I hate her."

"Yeah," he agrees, smiling a bit too.

"Did you kill her?"

He shakes his head. "Marcello?"

"No, not sure what Luca did with them yet."

You go quiet, fingers playing with his hair but your eyes get that far away look in them. "I get to do it," you finally murmur, eyes flickering up to his face. He can't stop the look of surprise on his face, eyebrows shooting up.

"If you decide to do something, I get to do it. At least to Marcello."

"No," Nico immediately declines, impressed by your request but not even considering it. "I'm not putting your prints on anything around that."

"You don't get to decide." you argue, eyes narrowing into a threatening look. "I'm the one laying in the hospital bed, I get to decide."

He scoffs back a laugh, feels the scold on the tip of his tongue because he's in charge, not you. Yeah he lets you pull him around a lot, but when it comes to people from his past, in his home country, hurting you? That's his to deal with.

"M'not budging on this y/n," he says instead "and I'm not fighting with you about it. I don't want you near them."

Your mad, he knows that. Can tell by the bratty way you roll your eyes, your hand falling from his hair as you cross your arms over your chest and turn your glare to the window. Even the tick of your jaw, knows your biting at the inside of your cheek.

Luckily the tension between you two is cut after a moment because Timo comes barreling into the room with a bag of goodies and Nico's siblings following behind him.

"Bestie boo," he cheers, and Nico rises from the bed to get out of the way. He doesn't miss the way you light up, all the fight in you dissipating as you too grin at Timo.

He begins to dump out the contents of the bag, a few drinks and snacks that you like, a fuzzy blanket from Nico's room back at the house and some clothes for you. Nico shakes his head, moving over to hug Nina and Luca.

"How's she doing?" Nina asks him quietly, glancing over at you and Timo. Luca leans in, wanting to listen in without letting you overhear.

"She's ok," Nico sighs, "been through worse but she's scared and a little confused still. Doesn't really remember what happened before we got there."

Nina frowns sympathetically. "Did she ask-"

"Yeah, she asked about them." He grumbles, rolling his eyes. "She wants to take care of Marcello but I don't want her near them so we gotta do it before she's released tomorrow."

Luca's eyes widen, an amused smile splitting his face. "Really? I underestimated her little bro. Maybe we should let her-"

"No."

"Come on Nico, its her right-"

"I said no." Both Luca and Nina step back at his tone, not used to hearing him like that. In all fairness, they haven't seen him this protective over something since he was 8 and found a stray cat on his walk home from school.

He clears his throat, rolls out the tension in his shoulders. "We're gonna do it tonight. Nina will stay here with her, make sure she's ok until I get back."

Zeroing in on his sister, he points back towards you. "Under no circumstance do you let her know what we're doing. And no matter how bratty and whiny she gets about it- because she will- do you sign her out early. I mean it Nina, no sisterhood here or whatever, she stays in that bed."

It's obvious she doesn't agree with him, the way she guiltily looks over his shoulder at you but either way she nods. "Understood, Nico."

"I'll tell Maja to come back her up," Luca says, "She won't crack like this one will."

Nico nods, thanking them before motioning over to you. The three siblings move closer, stand around the bed as Timo offers you his list of favorite movies to watch while your stuck in bed. You've laid the blanket out on your lap, the teddy bear from Nico's childhood bedroom squished under your elbow, and an open pint of Gelato in hand. Timo blabbers away, you lick at the spoon in hand, and just nod along.

You look happy. Eyes shining and cheeks smiling, and it's such a relief to Nico. Maybe he should leave Timo here with you, at least then you'll have a distraction you actually like. Unfortunately he needs his second hand man for this one, so you'll just have to deal.

Nina climbs up onto the bottom of the bed, adding her one thoughts on the movie Timo is gushing about and Luca takes over the chair at your bedside.

He smiles, reaches up to push back your hair and press the lightest kiss possible to your hairline. You ignore him, taking another bite of your dessert and laughing at something his sister says. Luca has dug out a spoon from somewhere, and he's reaching around Timo to steal from your pint.

You tilt it towards him, eyes widening when he takes a huge glob out and shoves it in his cheeks, smiling innocently. Nico can tell it'd coffee flavored now, your favorite, and he reaches for the spoon in your hand only for you to snatch it away.

Then your shooting him a cold look over your shoulder, simply tilting your head when he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at you. You turn back towards Timo, ignoring how both Luca and Nina are looking between you two with concern.

He huffs, clicks his jaw and looks at his sister.

Brat, he mouths, shaking his head when you share a bite with Timo this time. What is he going to do with you?

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The nurse comes back a few hours later. Your squished on the bed with Nina, laptop hooked up to the TV and watching a movie about rowing that Timo really liked. Him and Nico have folded the couch down into a bed, and they're sprawled out on it eating chips watching as well. Luca fell asleep about ten minutes in, sock clad feet propped up on your bed and head rolled back on the chair.

You're all so engrossed in the movie you don't notice her at first. At least until the lights are flickering back on and everyone is temporarily blinded.

Shooting up like their asses are on fire, Timo clambers to his feet and pauses the movie. Nico rises, shoving his feet back in his shoes and walking over to you bedside.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just came to see how you're feeling and offer to take that brace for you."

Sighing out in relief. "Oh god yes please," you practically beg, sitting up. Nina slips off the bed and over by Timo, motioning for a bleary eyed Luca to follow. He yawns, smacks his lips before getting up and dragging his feet over.

"We're uh gonna step out." Timo offers, turning towards the door and pushing Nico's siblings out with him. He shakes his head, watches them all leave the room without their shoes.

"It must be nice, having so many friends around." The nurse comments, pulling on latex gloves.

"Yeah," you agree, "I'd be miserable laying here all day without them."

Nico stands over you again, protective and watchful as the nurse steps up to your side and reached towards the brace.

"It's gonna be sore and uncomfortable, but the swelling should be gone for the most part," she informs and you nod. "I am going to bring you an ice pack to keep on it just for comfort and it'll help with bruising."

You take a deep breath, nod again and her fingers latch on the velcro in the back. Squeezing your eyes shut, the sound of the velcro unsticking cuts through the room and you jump just the slightest bit.

His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining and you squeeze hard enough that your nails pinch at his skin. Not that he cares, not when the brace falls loose and away from your neck, and he's coming face to face with the lines of bruising.

It looks awful, all dark blue and purple. You wince, the column of your throat flinching and Nico thinks he might throw up. Fuck, he doesn't even know how you've been talking and laughing so much with that kind of injury.

Finally, you open your eyes and let out a shaky breath. Titling your head up, you let the nurse gently feel over the tender flesh. You squeeze his hand tighter, looking up at the ceiling and blinking back tears.

"You're hurting her," Nico grumbles, and the nurse removes her hands.

"I'm ok," you swear, "really you didn't have to-"

"Yeah you did," Nico cuts in, shooting you a warning look. "Let her at least ice it before you go poking around."

Pursing her lips, the nurse inhales and nods. "I'll be back with ice," she tells you, taking the brace with her. "but you're looking really good so far. It could've been a lot worse."

Neither you nor Nico speak until she's left the room. The door clicks shut and you're taking your hand out of his, instead tucking them under your arms.

"She's just doing her job," you mumble, staring ahead rather than at him. He huffs, annoyance bubbling under his skin and he rakes his hands through his hair.

"Ok you can be mad at me," he grits, "but you don't get to act like this. If you're gonna be a brat go ahead, but not in front of everyone like that. I'm trying to look out for you-"

"I can take care of myself!"

"You obviously can't!" He exclaims, a little harsher than he meant to but it gets the point across because you're actually looking at him right now. "Look at where we are, y/n. You couldn't take care of yourself, fuck even I couldn't take care of you."

Your eyes shift, realization setting in. "Nico..."

"Be mad at me, baby, please do but until we're back home I'm in charge. And I'm not taking any fucking chances."

His chest is heaving when he's done, guilt settling into the place of the anger when he looks at your stupidly soft eyes and the bruises that marr your skin.

You don't say anything for a moment, and he rubs at his forehead where he's got a headache building. "I want to take a shower," you finally say. "Will you sit in there with me?"

He nods. "Yeah of course."

~~~~

Timo, Luca, and Nina have returned to the room when Nico follows you out of the bathroom. Someone has made your bed for you, the fuzzy blanket you love laid out nicely with the teddy bear tucked against the pillows. You've changed into sweats and one of Nico's shirts, already feeling better now that you're clean and back in your own clothes.

You can tell the moment they register the bruises on your neck and the stitches on your forehead. It's like all the air is sucked out of the room, the sharp inhale of Nina rattling you.

Shrinking into yourself, you force a small smile as you climb back onto the bed. You can feel Nico glaring at them over your head, biting back a laugh when it has the same effect on his older siblings as it does his men. He's so good at bossing people around.

"It'll look better when I ice it," you say, combing through your damp hair. Nico runs a hand up your spine, gingerly holds the back of your neck.

"It looks fine now," he responds, "trust me, nothing could ever make you look not beautiful."

You tilt your head back, meeting his gaze and smiling gratefully. He ducks down, kisses between your eyes before taking the brush for you and finishing untangling you hair.

"The only one of us that looks pathetic with bruises is Nico," Timo jokes, sending you a wink. "That's why they take months to go away on him."

"That and he's always pressing on them." You respond, giggling when Nico scoffs behind you.

"I forgot to tell him to grab your bathroom stuff," Nico changes the subject "so I don't have any of your hair products."

"That's ok-"

"I can braid your hair for you!" Nina offers, smiling widely. "I love to braid other people's hair and I never get to. "

You laugh. "Yeah okay!"

Nico moves out the way, handing the hair brush and a tie to his sister. She stands behind you, carefully dragging the brush through your hair again. Nico sits at the foot of the bed, watching his sister with apprehensive eyes.

"Watch out for her stitches Nina."

You roll your eyes. "I know Nico," she scoffs, "I am older than you, ya know?"

He holds his hands up in defense but stays exactly where he is. Thankfully Nina is really careful when she parts and braids your hair, leaving it loose so it'll still dry but also not pull at your stitches. The soothing motion of her fingers and Nico's protective gaze lull you, and by the time she's done your blinking sluggishly at your boyfriend.

"Alright," he grunts, rising from the bed. "I think it's nap time for you baby."

There's something off about him when he helps you slip under the blankets, tucking his teddy bear into your chest and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. He exchanges an odd look with his brother before perching on the edge of the bed, cupping the side of your face in his warm palm.

You yawn, snuggle into his hold. "M'gonna put the TV back on for you, ok?"

Eyes fluttering, you nod.

"I gotta run for a bit but I'll be back before you know it. And you can call me if you need absolutely anything."

The thing about Nico is that he never likes to tell the full story. He's not usually like that with you but with the younger boys, yeah. And you can always tell when he does it because he gets all calm and sweet about it, more than he usually is. He also gets vague.

Which is how you know this run he is taking, obviously with his brother, is to take care of Lena and Marcello. Hurt, you sit up and look at him with knowing eyes, hoping he'll cave and tell you the truth.

Instead he clears his throat, looks down at his feet and then runs his hands over his thighs. "I uh, I put Luca's number in your phone too, just in case." He says, getting up and moving around the room to collect his things.

Crouching down, he hits play on the laptop for you. You look over at Timo, see the guilty pull on his face. Luca looks guilty too but when he meets your gaze, he winks and then sticks his tongue out at his brother.

"Good, get outta here." Nina cuts in, voice far too cheery to be believable. "We need girl time, I'm inviting Maja."

Nico's tucking his wallet back into his jeans pocket when he finally looks at you again, jaw ticking when you simply stare back at him with begging eyes. You want to yell at him, to cry, to tell him that you deserve to have a place in this. That you need this.

Instead you bite your tongue, turn your gaze to the window outside when your eyes sting, and silently wait for them to leave. You hear him sigh, then his footsteps as he heads towards the door. Timo is the only one to call out goodbye.

Feeling betrayed, you ignore them all, even Nina, and close your eyes. You have a headache again.

~~~~

You wake up from the insistent buzzing of your phone, sleep riddled brain assuming it’s Nico. When you read the screen it’s not in fact your boyfriend, but might as well be.

“Hey Holtzy,” you answer, looking around the hospital room. Nina and Maja are nowhere to be seen, but neither are Nico and Timo. Your stomach twists, anger bubbling in your throat.

“Oh god you sound awful,” he moans woefully. “I told Nico he should’ve let me go too. With three of us there you’d have been fine.”

“I am fine,” you insist, forcing a laugh. “It’s really not that bad, Nico is just dramatic.”

“Well yeah he’d probably die without you.”

Your heart warms. The boys used to always tell you how tough he was, how the only thing that kept them from messing up was that terrifying flare in his eyes when he’s pissed. It’s sweet that they point out how loving he is with you.

“You’d all die without me,” you reply, looking up as Nina and Maja enter the room. They carrying bags of food, Nina waving around the packages in greeting.

Forcing a smile, you gently wave back. If her and Maja are still here that means Nico is still gone. And it’s been hours. There’s only one thing a man that protective and angry can be doing for this long.

Wreaking havoc. Havoc you should be a part of. You bite your cheek.

“Oh yeah,” Alex agrees easily. He gets quiet for a moment. “Can I FaceTime you? Just to see that you’re ok?”

You melt. “Yeah of course.”

Pulling the phone back from your ear, you hit the FaceTime button. It rings for a half second and then a grainy picture of Alex pops up.

“Hi mom,” he greets, the picture coming into focus. He’s got that big, cheesy Alex smile on his face and it’s makes you laugh.

“Shut up,” you giggle, then realize the background behind him. “Are you in my room?”

Alex pulls the phone back, holding it up so you can see that he’s actually tucked under the blankets like he’s sleeping there. You catch a flash of the paws of the dog at his feet. At least you know he’s actually taking care of your baby.

“You asked me to house sit.”

“I thought you might sleep in the room I decorated and made for you.”

“I like your bed,” he shrugs, putting the phone back down. “And I miss you. And Nico too I guess but don’t tell him in your bed. Wait- he’s not listening right?”

You laugh again. “No he’s not here right now. I’m with his sisters.”

"He's not with you? That's fucked. I'll go out right now and sit there with you. So will Merc and Luke, they told me."

A part of you wants to say yes. "I'll be ok. You know how Nico is, I probably won't see him again until it's time to go home."

Alex makes a noise of disagreement. “Timo made it seem like you were dying, ya know? Like I thought we were about to be taken out to Switzerland to wage war, he was so angry.”

You shrug, flattered but mostly annoyed. “Yeah, I like that idea."

Alex hums, the line going quiet for a moment. “Well I’m really glad you’re ok,” he murmurs “and I’m sorry it happened to you. I can’t imagine how scary that would be.”

You shrug again. “I mean, worse has happened. Besides, I knew what I was getting into when I got with Nico. It’s just a part of the life.”

“Crappy though, that it always happens to you.” He comments.

“Only twice,” you awkwardly laugh. “Besides, I got Johnny out of it the last time so.”

“So even though it was worse at least you got your Italian buddy.”

You nod, trying not to think about the run in with the Flyers all that time ago. Honestly, you’re lucky that as the girlfriend of a very powerful mob boss, you haven’t been taken and threaten more. You suppose that’s a testament to Nico and how he trains his men.

“Ok I know it’s late there so go to bed, yeah? I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

Alex sighs but nods. “Ok, call me if you get sad or lonely.”

You bite back a laugh, knowing he’s the one that’s lonely and wants to talk but won’t admit it. “Of course,” you agree. “Night Holtzy.”

“Night y/n. Feel better.”

You wave, waiting for him to hang up first. When he does you drop your phone to the bed, expectantly looking over at the girls.

If they can read your gaze, they don’t say anything about it. Instead Maja tilts her head sympathetically. “How are you doing sweets?”

“Fine,” you respond, raising an eyebrow at Nina who is pointedly avoiding your eyes. “Nico still gone?”

Frowning, she looks at you guiltily. Her eyes look so much like Nico’s. “Yeah he’s still out.”

You nod, checking the time, wishing you were home. You already miss Alex. It's torture, sitting and stewing in this bed as you go over and over the words you should've told Nico. You feel helpless, almost as helpless as being tied to a fucking chair. Especially when you go to get up from bed and both Nina and Maja rise too.

They're under orders from Nico. They're your security guards. You almost roll your eyes, veins hot with rage and disbelief.

"I was just gonna go for a walk." You say.

"We'll come with!"

"No, that's ok," you decline, tilting your head, daring Nina to argue. "I have a headache and just need quiet. Besides your eating, I'll only be ten minutes."

She hesitates, shares a look with Maja but eventually they both settle back onto the couch. You think Nico and her might have underestimated how scary you can be when you're enraged.

Without another word, you grab and phone and make your way out of the room. You go slow, not wanting to worry them but truth is you feel fine aside from the head and neck pain.

Waiting until your a few corridors away from your room, you pull out your phone and pull up Luca's contact. You hit call, holding it up to your ear. It rings for awhile but he does pick up.

"Well hello there," he greets smugly. "I had a feeling this was coming."

You smirk, pleased to know you gauged him correctly. "Don't act too chummy, Nico will know it's me." You warn, looking around for Nina or Maja. No one has followed you.

"I need a favor."

You can hear his delighted smile even if you can't see it.

"Hit me with the plan, then."

~~~~

The plan comes through the next morning. Nico has yet to return from his "business" and you know he must be taking it seriously because he's yet to notice that late last night you had his jet fly to Newark and back, this time with your men onboard.

Luca, as the king of Switzerland, used his pull to get you discharged early, hours earlier than Nico had originally planned. You're already up and silently packing your things when the doctor comes in with the discharge forms. The click of the door wakes Nina from her slumber on the couch bed, and she sits up all bleary eyed and confused, looking around the room with confusion.

You don't even bother greeting the doctor, just take the form and sign it, stuffing the recovery papers in your bag.

"What's going on?"

You look over your shoulder at her. "I'm going home early," you say, tucking your phone into your pocket. Nina quickly gets up, stumbling to find her shoes.

"You can't-"

"If you and Nico want to play games with me, that's fine." You cut off harshly, "but I can play them back. Rat me out, call Nico, I don't care, you're not stopping me."

"Y/n..." she sighs sadly, and you're a little disappointed in her lack of fight. Turning around, you cross your arms and glare at her.

"You of all people should get it Nina," you scold "I deserve to fight this fight for myself. I was the one hurt, not Nico or you or Timo. I gave up my whole fucking life, my family for this and no matter how much I train or help out you still think it's ok for Nico to stick me with a babysitter and lie to me?

"I'm just as capable as the rest of you."

Nina looks guilty, her features melting down into one of shame and you'd maybe feel bad if you weren't so upset.

"I- I'm not gonna call Nico," Nina murmurs, "you're right, you deserve to see them at the least so go ahead. Just let me know if you need anything ok?"

"Thank you," you say earnestly. "I'll keep you updated."

She quickly walks over, gently hugs you and strokes through your hair. "Be safe, be smart."

You grin, nodding in agreement before stalking out the room. Luca has arranged for a car to pick up Mercer, Luke, Jack, and Alex from the airport, and that car sits outside the hospital doors when you step out.

The windows are tinted so dark you can't see through them, but Mercer rolls down the passenger seat window to grin at you. You light up at the sight of his gapped smile, laughing as you yank open the doors and climb in.

"Why hello boys," you greet, turning around to smile at the triplets in the back. Alex reaches forward, ruffles your hair.

"Good to see ya boss." Jack greets, kneeing the back of your seat.

"Where are we heading?"

You roll up the window, punch in the address to the house you've been staying at. "Need a quick stop to change and get my things, then we've got ourselves a hot date."

Mercer pulls out onto the road, smirking devilishly as he does so.

~~~~

Luca's funny, you'll give him that. He's left Lena and Marcello and whatever other aiders and abetters locked up in the same house they'd taken you too. The car Nico and Timo have been driving around is parked in the drive, and you and the boys pull up next to it and hop out.

"Everything should be in the trunk," you instruct, knowing Luca left it unlocked. Sure enough when Jack pulls the hatch open, an array of guns, ropes, knives, and weapons are splayed out.

The boys are all eager as they choose their guns, Luke giggling goofily as he stocks up on ammo. You let them all pick first, tying the signature red bandana around the tender skin of your throat. They've all knotted theirs around the meat of their thigh, bright against their black jeans.

You take a pistol and three rounds of ammo, stuffing them into the black cargos you put on earlier. Just in case, you hook a medium sized knife on the waistband too. The sleek and thin tranquilizing gun they never use slips easily into your waistband too.

"Alright, we're going around back. Luca's left a window open that Jack can slip through to let us in the door. I'll lead us down to the basement and you'll follow my lead."

Lined up like soldiers, they all nod in agreement.

"Any instructions from Nico go unheard, you're with me and will follow my orders. If he tries to fight us, I will take care of it."

"Yes boss," they chirp in unison and you can't help but smirk. Nico has trained them well, you'll give him that. Too bad he also trained them to be loyal to you too.

You don't remember much about the house, just that the floors were white when you got there, and red when you left. In a way it's nice that you don't remember, it makes it easier to step inside and silently cross the large room. The chair you'd been tied to is nowhere to be seen, but the large pool of dried, flaking blood still is. You're unsure of how much of it is yours and how much of it is Lena's.

The boys are bit too heavy footed on the staircase down to the basement, so by the time you're stepping through the threshold all eyes are already watching. Both Nico and Timo are armed, the barrel of their guns trained on you. Luca is holding his lazily, looking proud when you meet his gaze, your own pistol in hand.

Nico's eyes are furious. You've never seen them so black, so enraged before and it makes you're blood boil. You're very confident you can out-anger him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He demands, but you ignore him, instead looking around the room. The floor is a dull, cement grey color with drains. There's doors to other hallways or rooms, you assume, most likely holding places for hostages. You don't need to explore them luckily, because the two people of concern are chained on their knees at your boyfriend's feet anyway.

"Let me in or I'm jumping down the stairs," Jack comments behind you, and you catch the way Nico bawks, obviously recognizing the voice. Motioning behind you for them to follow, you take a few steps further in. One-by-one they file in, lining up next to you with their guns in hand.

"Are you-fuck y/n..." Nico's staggering for words, clicking the safety back on his gun and shoving it his waistband behind his back Timo does the same, but Luca just casually waves his at you.

You meet the burning gaze of Nico, take in how splotchy his cheeks have gotten, how his eyebrows scrunch and teeth clench. He's got that mean flare of his nose and curl of his lips, but you don't care.

He angers even more at your lack of response, snarling as he steps forward and you can already sense him reaching out to take ahold of your wrist. You flinch, step back and lifting your pistol towards him. It's on safety, he knows that, you know that. But the motion stops him all the same.

Freezing, he narrows his eyes at you. It's a cruel look, mocking and cold. "You're not gonna shoot me, sweetheart."

You shrug, tucking the gun away on the holster o your thigh. Nico smirks, amused and condescending. The look doesn't last long, not after you draw out the tranquilizing and aim at the thick part of his thigh.

"You must think I'm really fucking stupid, huh?" you spit, so angry you feel like you're vibrating. You don't give him the chance to respond. "A fragile little lapdog of a mob wife, stuck in a locked room with a fucking babysitter. Laying around and waiting for you to fix everything."

The pause in your words gives him a chance to speak. "I left you somewhere safe," he hisses "I left you in the best place to be dotted on and cared for while you get better! I-"

"You lied to me!" You yell, "you looked me in the eye and said you had errands to run, that you'd be back soon. And you knew I didn't believe it, you knew how much it fucking hurt and you still did it!"

He scoffs, shaking his head and you know he's trying to blow you off, trying to take control of everything like he always does. Clicking his tongue he looks behind you at the boys.

"Take her and get out," he barks, letting his gaze linger on all of them. When they don't budge, he gets angrier.

"Now, you little shits! You shouldn't even be here!"

Loyal, none of them move. You tilt your head, smug when he looks at you.

"Aim," you instruct, and as if they were being controlled by puppet strings, all four boys lift their weapons and aim at Nico's feet. Shocked, he looks around bewildered.

"You see, when I told them that their boss had left abandoned me at the hospital for hours to keep me from fighting my own battles, they were pissed. I mean everyone knows how you've been training me, how hard you and Timo have been pushing me so that Philly never happens again, and then you take away something I've earned, well they were upset.

"Rightfully so since they're my men as well."

Nico looks around for help, shooting Timo and Luca a look as if to say "what the fuck is happening?". He must read his brother really well though, because his shoulders tense when he sees Luca's sparkling eyes.

"Luca, you didn't," he sighs, "tell me you're not in on this."

The older Hischier purses his lips, waits a moment before taking a step over to join you. "She had a good plan," he defends "and good reasoning for being here."

Lining up next to the boys, Luca joins them in aiming at Timo's feet.

"I know you don't get it Nico," you comment "I know you think that you were doing the right thing, that you were protecting me. But you never even stopped to consider what this means for me.

"I've spent so many nights dreaming about Philly, I wake up with my hands numb from all the times I've imagined fighting back, proving myself. Because it was humiliating and dehumanizing, and I'll never get the revenge I deserve for what happened."

Your words have stalled him, shaken him if the softening brown of his eyes is anything to go by. If there's anyone that loathes Philly as much as you do, it's Nico.

"Almost as humiliating as having my supposed fiance lie to my face in front of his whole family, force my best friend to turn his back on me, treat me like some broken little girl.

"I'm not broken, I can handle this life, I chose this life. And you don't get to decide when and where I can actually be a part of it."

Knowing you've got him, you tuck away the tranquilizing gun in exchange for your pistol. Clicking the safety off, you step towards Nico. He looks almost ashamed now, like a puppy that's been kicked and scolded too many times.

"Did you stop for a moment and think that maybe I'd get my memories back if I got to come here again? If I got to see them? That maybe I can piece together what happened if I looked them in the eye one last time?"

Embarrassed, he shakes his head and reaches out for your hip. "I don't want you to remember, I don't want you knowing how they hurt you."

Stepping away from him, you scoff. "You don't get to choose that Nico! I deserve to know everything."

With a flick of your hand over your shoulder, the boys all follow closer behind you, their weapons pushing Nico off to the side so you can step around him.

"I also deserve to keep my promise." You murmur, finally taking in the two kneeling before you. They look awful. Marcello, bloodied and bruised, shaking on the cement floor. He doesn't even look up at you.

Lena on the other hand does, not as badly beaten as her cohort, but her lip is split open and there's an old ratty bandage around her thigh, blood stained and brown.

She's crying when she meets your gaze, begging and pathetic, and it makes you laugh. You don't break eye contact as you aim the gun at Marcello.

"I did say I'd be the one putting the bullet between his eyes, didn't I?"

You don't wait for her to answer, finger easily finding the trigger and with a ringing bang, Marcello slumps to the floor. Lena screams, wails harder and harder.

"Y/n, please. I'm sorry, I didn't-"

You lock the gun and put it away, cutting her off with a gentle shush. "I'm not gonna kill you," you tell her. "I'm not even gonna touch you. It's beneath me really.

"Making bad people suffer, however isn't. So I have a plan for you, with the help of my brother-in -law back there that controls all of Switzerland."

Lena sniffles, hiccuping and shaking her head.

"As of now you're no longer a Swiss citizen. You and you're family have been exiled, away from Europe and away from North America. And when I unchain you and I fix up that thigh of yours, you gonna be escorted out without a single belonging. In fact, I think your parents have just been deported.

"Anyway, you're going to hobble out of here and be grateful that I'm such a forgiving person. Because I should kill you, for what you did to me, for what you did to Nico, using him like that. Instead you'll spend the rest of your life poor and pathetic, and when you think of me you'll remember that not only am I sleeping with the Jersey king every night, but the Swiss one takes orders from me as well."

Glaring, you turn to Mercer and nod towards Lena. "Unchain her and take her upstairs, I know a real cozy spot she can wait in while I finish up."

~~~~

You've calmed down by the time you finish cleaning and stitching up Lena's bullet wound. So has Nico, who's standing by the open hatch of the car, head hanging low as he changes out of his stained and dirty shirt.

He looks up when he hears your footsteps, everything in his gaze hurt and sad. You imagine you look the exact same.

You pause in front of him, begin unloading the weapons from your pants. "You left me there overnight," you mumble, placing the guns and ammo back where they belong.

"I was trying to hurry, I promise."

"No you weren't" you laugh humorlessly "because you were mad and hurt, and I was hurt, so you wanted them to hurt even more." He doesn't even deny it.

"I had a nightmare," you admit, voice wobbling. "that I was back here and everytime you got close enough to me, I'd blink and it'd be Marcello instead. It really sucked to wake up and not be able to tell if it was a dream, because you still weren't there."

Nico sniffles and you look up to find him standing over you, eyes glossy and red-rimmed. "I had to do something," he explains, voice cracking. "I was so fucking angry and guilty I thought I was gonna explode. And I didn't want you seeing me like that."

You frown. "I'm not scared of you Nico, ever."

"You might have been, if you saw the way I tore through everyone in there."

"When are you going to understand that I'll always pick you, I'll always be on your side? Even when you pull shit like this?"

His hands find your hips, drawing you the slightest bit closer to him. "When are you going to understand that I love you more than anything in the world? That I get mean and tough because I'd literally fucking die without you, and that's scary. And I don't know how to show you that, so I do it by protecting you."

You reach out for his shoulders, let your fingers feel the smooth skin of him, pink and cold in the winter air. "You can protect me and still let me rule by your side," you tell him. "I didn't want to come here and hurt them, interfere with you. But I needed to see it, for myself."

Nico nods, his wet eyes searching your face. "I'm so sorry, baby. I should've let you fight with me, be a brat whatever. Most of the time it's for my own good anyway."

"Yeah it is," you smile. "and I'm still upset."

He sniffles, blinking rapidly as a tear slips down his cheek. "I'll make it up to you, shoot me with the stupid dart or whatever you want. Lesson learned."

You laugh a bit at that, lean in to brush your nose against his. "I make a pretty good prinzessin, huh?"

Biting his lip, he smirks. "A fucking sexy one too. Not used to my pillow prinzessin walking all over me like that, but it looked good on you."

"It was tiring," you mumble, eyelashes fluttering. "I don't think I'd like to do it all the time."

"No?" He hums, "That's ok, you can just fill in for me whenever you feel like it."

"Ok," you agree, and then your pressing your lips to his for what feels like the first time in years. He's soft and warm, licking teasingly at your bottom lip and then dipping his tongue in when you part your mouth for him.

Nico always kisses you like honey, no fight is ever gonna change that.

#nico hischier #mob boss nico hischier #mob boss au #Devils mafia #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier au #tw: blood #tw violence #tw death #new jersey devils #nhl #nj devils #him and i

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pairing ✭ yeosang x f!reader

synopsis ✭ needy yeosang gets his fill of you in the shower.

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI

word count ✭ 540

warnings ✭ smut, fingering (that's it this is pretty mild 😭)

notes ✭ hi~ enjoy~

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You knew something was…off with him today. Nothing seemed wrong or particularly alarming, but the way he hovered around you all day as you went through your daily routine was something you took note of.

When you finally took a moment to focus on him, he was visibly relieved. You relaxed on the couch after several hours of work and chores. His head was in your lap and you played with his hair while his closed his eyes, taking note of how he sharply inhaled every time you scratched his scalp.

“Sangie,” you whispered. You watched as his eyes fluttered open. He hummed in acknowledgment. “I need to shower. Do you wanna come with me?”

He was off your lap in an instant. “Of course.”

Showering together was nothing new for the two of you. Usually it was a nice, quiet moment of intimacy. He would wash your back and occasionally kiss your shoulders. But it very rarely crossed the line into sexual.

Today, though, the moment you were naked in the shower he was incredibly handsy. His rough hands pressed into your waist as he held you to his chest. You could feel how hard he was against your ass.

You couldn’t help my laugh softly as his desperation. “Baby,” you reached back to tangle your fingers in his hair, “Do you want to touch me?”

He was already very much touching you, but he knew you meant more the light caresses and embraces he had been giving out all day. Inhaling sharply, he nodded. “Please, my love, let me touch you.”

“Go ahead,” you whispered. Your soft voice barely audible over the sound of the shower running.

His hand fell from your waist and reached between your legs. He let out a shaky hum of satisfaction at how wet you were, from much more than just the shower water.

No time was wasted before he started playing with your clit. His formerly soft touches were full of purpose. He rolled the bud between his fingers because he loved to watch how your mouth would fall open when he did. 

Your head fell back against him. The more he played with you, the more clouded your mind became. His skillful fingers knew exactly which spots to hit to make you moan his name.

He loved to watch your pretty lips separate just encourage him and tell him exactly how good he was doing.

Oh, fuck baby. You’d gasp. Just like that. 

That’s so good, love.

I love when you touch me right there.

And when you finally cum all over his hand, he’s quick to wrap his strong arm around his waist to keep you from collapsing on your shaky legs.

You’re adamant on helping him out too, but he has to stop you from dropping to your knees in the shower.

He dries you off and helps you put on lotion. He wraps you in a fluffy robe before kissing you on the forehead. “Go wait in the bedroom, my love,” he tells you before drying himself off. He joins you in the room later when he’s completely clean because just his fingers are far from enough to show his angel how much he loves her.

#yeosang smut #yeosang x reader #ateez smut #ateez x reader #kang yeosang x reader #kang yeosang smut

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Resemblance- Part 6

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Summary: When Evan introduces (Y/n) to Eddie, she resembles someone he used to know. And he can't help himself when he's around her, leading to frightening behaviour.

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Violent tremors coursed through Evan's arms and down to his hands that were gripping the plastic frame at the end of the bed. His elbows and shoulders were locked tight while his chest was leant forwards, arching his lower back out with one leg straight and the other knee jutting forward.

He wanted to move. He didn't want to be stood at the end of the bed. He wanted to be at the side of the bed, (Y/n)'s hand locked in his while he crouched down so they were level.

He wanted to be stood at her side, trying to comfort her and make sure she was alright.

But Evan couldn't do that when two nurses and a doctor were flitting about the emergency room, bustling this way and that. The only place he could stand and be close to (Y/n) without being in the way was here, at the foot of the bed.

His head ticked to one side and his eyes followed the nurse's movements carefully.

One nurse was fiddling about putting a canula in (Y/n)'s hand to get her started on some fluids and a large dose of morphine, even though (Y/n) was still unconscious.

Evan had cleaned all the blood from her lips, chin and neck when her nosebleed finally stopped back in the apartment. He cleaned her up before the paramedics got there because he knew from experience that sat being caked in dried blood was not fun. And it was harder to clean when it dried.

But he could still see a few burnt orange streaks across her cheek that he had missed and it was bugging him.

His attention switched to the doctor and the second nurse who were getting ready to stitch (Y/n)'s leg back up. They had checked her veins and arteries, relieved none had been sliced and the bleeding had stopped due to Evan's belt around her thigh. They began swabbing and cleaning her thigh since (Y/n) was laid on her right side on the bed with her left leg tilted back towards them.

Evan hadn't expected (Y/n) to come back round yet, he thought she would stay unconscious, especially with the morphine that just got dosed into her veins. But he could see her twitching and a quiet mewl croaked past her lips as her head turned and twisted against the pillow.

He found the will to move and unlatch his fingers from the bed rail that should have been indented from the force Evan had when he gripped it.

He wove round behind the nurse until he was crouching beside the bed. If (Y/n) was waking up, Evan had to be within her sights. He had to show her that she was okay and make sure she knew she was safe and being looked after. She wouldn't want to be here thinking she was alone, she had to know that Evan hadn't left her. He would never leave her.

His arms folded over the side of the bed and he gently took (Y/n)'s right hand in his, not wanting to hold her left hand and risk moving or pulling on the canula the nurse had just taped into her vein.

He peppered a few kisses against her knuckles and reached his other hand across to slowly drag his fingers through her hair and brush it away from her temple.

"It's okay, sweetheart, you're okay."

A small slither of encouragement wormed into Evan's stomach when (Y/n) squeezed his hand. He continued to drag his fingers through her hair, darting his eyes between her face and her leg.

He could see her nose scrunching up and her lips twitching and parting every now and then as the doctor stitched up her leg. She had been given morphine and an anaesthetic injection in her leg, but she could clearly feel something, whether it was discomfort or just a light pinch, Evan wasn't sure.

He was glad when they finished that they wrapped (Y/n)'s thigh in a bandage. It would stop her from scratching it when she finally came around and stop the stitches from snagging on anything or coming loose.

A quiet murmur left (Y/n)'s lips and her arm jerked, her hand tightening around Evan's arm when she felt the nurses reaching out for her. She was finally coming back around properly.

"It's alright, you're in the hospital, sweetheart." Evan continued to hold her hand while he stood up and moved up near the top of the bed so the nurse could stand beside him.

Both nurses carefully twisted (Y/n) around until she was laid on her back. Her hand pulled on Evan's arm and her feet jolted and scraped into the bed.

Her eyes were trying to open but she couldn't quite keep them open, especially not when the bright lights shone down so powerfully it felt like she was staring into the centre of the sun.

"Is this yours?"

Evan looked away from (Y/n) to glance across at the nurse opposite him and he cringed when she held his belt out towards him. It was creased and had droplets of blood dried onto the leather.

"Yeah."

"Would you like it back?"

"…Not anymore." A shiver tore down his spine and he shook his head. He had other belts. He would buy another one if needed, but he didn't want that one back. Not when it was only going to serve as a reminder why it was stained and had creases and splits in the leather.

He began to smooth his thumb over the back of (Y/n)'s hand absentmindedly while she continued to try and wake herself up.

But he froze on the spot when she cried out. His dark blue eyes snapped down, darting up and down her frame before he realised what the nurses were trying to do.

One had a pair of scissors in her hand and the other had a fresh hospital gown ready. They were going to try and change her so they could get her onto a ward rather than keeping her down here in the emergency room.

When one of them scrunched up her shirt- which was really Evan's lounge shirt- and tried to lift it up and cut it, (Y/n) screamed. The material was already torn around her right hip, the gash was large enough that Evan could have fit his fist through the hole.

He hated the way (Y/n) yanked on his hand and coiled both her arms over her waist to try and keep the shirt on. He hated that her thighs pressed together and her knees shifted up near her stomach, trying to turn herself into an odd shape so no one could undress her.

And he hated how she screamed as her blurry eyes tried to open and look around but she was still dazed.

"No- no-"

"Baby, baby calm down you're alright-"

"Eddie s-stop!" Her words ended in a bubbling sob and her arms fought out in front of her, trying to hit them all away but she didn't have the strength or the energy to push them very far.

When Eddie's name passed her lips again and she tried to slap him, Evan couldn't fight off the tears in his eyes.

He hadn't been sure. He hadn't been certain what Eddie had tried to do tonight, partly because he had been on the other side of the door and partly because he didn't want to think that his best friend would ever do something like that. But there was no mistaking what Eddie had tried to do tonight if this was the reaction (Y/n) was having.

"Baby it's me. Shh, hey, hey it's me, you're safe, I promise. He can't hurt you." It tore Evan's heart to shreds to have to promise something like that. To promise that he wouldn't let his best friend try and attack his girlfriend again, but Evan would say and do whatever he had to if it calmed (Y/n) down.

"Evan,"

"It's me, it's me. You're safe."

Evan let go of her hand that was starting to squeeze and crush his knuckles but he was cautious when he tried to hover his hand near her jaw. He didn't want to touch her if it was going to frighten her or make her panic. He only moved his hand when (Y/n) tried to lean into the touch and when she deadlocked her fingers around his wrist.

His thumb brushed across her jaw and over her chin and he braced his other hand on the back of the bed when (Y/n) looped her other arm around his neck. A quiet "Christ." slipped passed his lips when she almost pulled him down on top of her.

She was finding strength from somewhere. She pinned his chest down against hers and Evan tucked his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and pressing a tender kiss behind her ear.

"Let the nurses sort you out, baby, then we can get you on a ward, hm?" He kissed her neck another three times before he gently unravelled her arm from around his neck.

He straightened up and gently held her hands in front of her while the nurses cut off the shirt that Evan never wanted to see again. He never wanted to see that crisp white shirt, tainted with scuff marks, ripped seams, a large hole in one side and splattered with blood down the collar and the centre. The nurses could happily bin that shirt for all Evan cared.

Evan's thumb stroked across the back of (Y/n)'s hand, but the tender look on his face quickly morphed into something cold and callous when his eyes raked up and down (Y/n)'s body.

He couldn't help but let go of her hand so his fingertips could trail across her skin.

He ran the pad of his index finger along the marks on her wrists that he had studied during the ambulance ride down to the hospital.

He moved his hands to her shoulders, noting a bruise at the base of her neck. He leaned down to look further across her body. There were scratches and bruises forming over both hips. Deep jagged lines were dragged up her thighs with little bloodwheels and spots forming just beneath the surface of her skin.

Something had happened to her left ankle which he had noticed when they got her in the ambulance. The joint was discoloured and swollen.

And when Evan pulled her hands closer to his face for inspection, he could see blood stuck beneath her nails. She had scratched Eddie to get him off her; something which clearly hadn't worked out.

He stayed frozen to the spot while the nurses carefully eased (Y/n) up so she was sitting forward, making it easier for them to slide the gown over her arms. But they didn't get to tie it up at the back, not when Evan held a hand out to make them pause.

He traced his hand over the back of (Y/n)'s shoulders, softly brushing her hair over one shoulder so he could see her neck.

She had cuts in the shape of crescent moons on the back of her neck and in her hairline. Her shoulder blades and her back were tender from being slammed into the wall. Again.

"Oh baby," His head fell down and his lips smothered the back of (Y/n)'s head, gently tugging her into his chest as both arms curved around her frame. He felt her hands clutch at his forearm that was around her chest, clinging to him like he was her lifeline and she would fade out of existence without him.

Her head turned to the right and her face smothered into Evan's bicep as he began swaying them from side to side, both to keep her calm and to stop himself from exploding.

Words formed in Evan's head but fizzled out on his tongue when he felt (Y/n) go floppy in his arms. Her head pressed harder on his shoulder and she went limp against him, swaying forward until Evan braced himself and held her up.

She'd passed out.

His hand moved from her arm to cradle the back of her neck which was undoubtedly sore from the scratch marks and bruises she had acquired. And he slowly tilted her backwards, with the help of the nurse, until she was laid down on the bed again.

At least it would be easier to transfer her up onto a ward now she was asleep again. She wouldn't panic or scream or fight them to keep Evan by her side and when she woke up, Evan would make sure he was with her so she wouldn't have to be afraid.

He pressed a tender, searing kiss to her temple while he unlatched her hands from his arm and backed up.

He mumbled a quiet "One minute," to the nurse, not that they really cared that he was leaving the room. They had to do a few more checks, take some blood and get (Y/n) hooked onto the monitors before they found a ward to tranfer her to. There was time for Evan to step out for a while.

He ran his hands up and down his neck, through his hair that was crimping into curls from sweat and heat and utter panic. His elbows pointed out at the sides and he stretched his shoulders, trying to take deep breaths as he stepped out into the hall of the emergency room.

He wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Part of him wanted to call Maddie, he had to tell her what was going on and get her to come down here. He needed her to keep him in check and tell him what to do and comfort him.

He was seconds away from taking his phone out of his pocket when he looked down the hall and saw Bobby.

Bobby had gone in the second ambulance with Eddie, along with Athena because they needed to keep an eye on him.

The further Bobby dragged Eddie away from (Y/n), the louder he screamed and the more he writhed in his arms. He had been sobbing when Evan climbed into the ambulance with (Y/n) and it took all his willpower not to go over and slap Eddie. He had no right to be crying and calling out for his dead wife after going and attacking Evan's girlfriend like that.

He dropped his arms from his neck and rolled his shoulders before he headed down the hall. His steps shuffled across the polished floor and he barely picked his feet up, becoming more and more sluggish the closer he got to his Captain.

"Buck, how is she?"

Evan was getting more and more used to the look of panic and relief swirling around in Bobby's eyes. The amount of times Bobby had come to Evan's rescue or come to the hospital to see him and look after him, the relief in his eyes was almost second nature now.

And it was such a comfort to have Bobby wrap him up in a hug and take some of his weight for him. He let Evan drop against him and cling to him like he needed Bobby in order to breathe and just exist.

When they pulled back, Evan slid his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders up until Bobby reached out for his shoulders and gently gripped them until Evan relaxed again.

"Stitched up and passed out. They're gonna move her onto a ward, and get her some antibiotics since she aspirated back at the apartment."

Although (Y/n) hadn't aspirated a lot, she had still gotten some blood into her lungs and choked. They needed to give her some antibiotics to be safe in case she got an infection, that would the the cherry on top of the cake.

"I wouldn't say that's good, but it's a relief." Bobby couldn't say he was glad about that news, but it was relieving to know (Y/n) wasn't in such a bad state that she had to stay in the emergency room or go to the ICU. Going onto a ward was better, it meant she might not be in here for long and that she didn't have extensive injuries or problems.

"What about him? Is he still crying?" The cynical tone to Evan's voice matched the snide remark that fell past his lips before he could stop himself.

He watched Bobby arch a brow, not looking very amused, but he didn't make a remark. He could hardly chide Evan when he had every reason to be furious and irritated and cynical with and about Eddie.

"He's calming down. He doesn't need to be admitted onto a ward but they won't release him until his bloods come back clear and he's sobered up."

"Where is he?"

"Cubicle two, the nurse gave him something to calm him down. Buck, they're waiting for someone to come and give him an evaluation… they'll keep him on a seventy-two hour psyche hold if they have to."

The silence behind Bobby's words spoke volumes. There were so many different points hidden beneath his words.

If Eddie failed the evaluation and went on a psyche hold, he would be kept in the hospital against his will.

Evan would have to become Chris's guardian until Eddie was let back out again. Bobby would have to put this on Eddie's record down at the station and he would have to suspend Eddie from duty until the department could evaluate him for themselves and decide whether he was fit for duty or not.

This evaluation meant that Evan couldn't go into that room and aggravate Eddie. Winding him up or arguing with him would break Eddie even further and could send him into the state that got him detained here.

"Maybe that wouldn't be the worst thing."

Evan wasn't sure if he meant it. He knew Eddie would break down if he had to be detained at the hospital. He would feel like the world was turning against him. Like they were turning against him. He would worry about Chris, about his family, about work, about never being let out of here. He would fret about people calling him crazy and keeping him here for even longer.

But if he stayed in hospital, they might be able to do something. They might find a therapist or a psychologist for him to talk to. They could get him in touch with someone to help him or a program he could do. They could get him on meds. Staying here would show him how close to the edge he was and the consequences of his actions.

"Well let's see what they say." Bobby gave Evan's shoulder another squeeze before the pair of them turned when they heard approaching footsteps.

Athena stepped out of Eddie's cubicle, arms folded over her chest as she took a deep breath and leaned her head to one side. Her eyes immediately landed on Evan and she rose a brow when he walked over to her.

He didn't get close to the room before Athena's hand was on his chest and her other hand was on her hip.

"If you go in there, I don't want you starting a fight Buck, I mean it. I don't want to have to call for backup and escort you out of here." The last thing Athena wanted was to have to call dispatch and ask for police assistance down to the hospital. And she didn't want to ban Evan from the hospital when (Y/n) was here and she would undoubtedly need him more than ever right now.

"Have you arrested him?" Evan hated himself for the hope that sprung into his voice.

Did he want Eddie to be under arrest? Did the police arrest people who were awaiting a psyche evaluation? Athena said earlier that she didn't want to arrest anyone and she had come down off duty to see if she could help. Had she gone and arrested Eddie for his actions tonight?

She had seen the state of (Y/n). She saw (Y/n)'s torn clothes, the cuts and bruises on her body and how Eddie had clearly hurt her. And she knew Eddie had locked her in her own apartment and wouldn't let her leave. That was harassment. He had harassed and bullied (Y/n) tonight and Athena had more than one good reason to arrest Eddie if she wanted to.

She sighed and dropped both hands to run them up and down her thighs, trying to think what to say and what to do.

"No, I haven't, not yet anyway. He's under observation from the doctor, I'm staying as a curtesy in case he plays up. It's up to you and (Y/n) whether you want to press charges, once she's awake I'll need to talk to you both and see what you want to do."

Athena took the decision not to arrest Eddie. It was too much hassle telling security that he was now under arrest and informing the doctors. She couldn't take him down to the station to get processed and interviewed and subsequently let out on bail. She couldn't do any of that when Eddie had to stay here and get checked out.

And it would be a waste of time arresting him if (Y/n) and Evan decided they weren't going to press charges, and something told her they wouldn't. It would open a new can of worms for them all.

Athena didn't arrest him, but she also couldn't leave yet. She felt a duty to stay in case Eddie lashed out at anyone else or he had a breakdown or he tried to leave if he had to be detained. He wasn't safe to be on his own after what he'd done tonight.

She would stay with Eddie while she knew her husband was going to stay with Evan and (Y/n) until they were settled or until someone else came down to stay with them.

"I need to talk to him. I won't start anything, I promise, just let me talk to him?"

"Five minutes, and I'll be standing right here the whole time."

Evan had a feeling that meant Athena would be listening in on the conversation too. As if she suspected Evan was going to taunt Eddie or wind him up or break his sanity even further.

He wouldn't.

There was no strength left in Evan to fight, not now, not tonight after what he'd seen. He was past the stage of wanting to throttle Eddie, he was beyond shouting and screaming at him or pinning him to the wall. All of Evan's energy levels had been depleted.

He wanted to clear the air, give Eddie his marching orders and then go and lay with (Y/n) until the sun rose and the world righted itself.

He nodded at Athena, gave her shoulder a light squeeze and moved past her so he could enter the single cubicle on his right.

His sights immediately set on the bed where he presumed Eddie would be, but he was surprised to find Eddie sat in one of the hard back cushioned chairs meant for family and carers.

Eddie was sat with his elbows imbedded into his thighs, his head hung low and his hands tangled together behind his head. His back was arched forward in a way that must have given him back ache and his legs were jittering up and down with nervous energy and panic and adrenaline.

Everything that had faded out of Evan's system was now flooding Eddie's body instead.

He waited, hands clenching into fists at his sides, patient enough to wait for Eddie to lift his head and realise who had come into his room. He wondered whether Eddie knew that he was going to be evaluated soon, or if he had only been told that he needed to wait to be cleared by the doctor. Evan presumed Eddie didn't know. He wouldn't be this calm if he knew there was a possibility of him being locked up on a mental health ward.

The light faded out of Eddie's eyes that became more and more rabid and dangerous the longer he stared up at Evan.

His hands started to shake and he stood up from the chair at once, unsure whether to rush forward and grab Evan or whether to run out the room or just move about and release some energy. He settled for taking one step closer and stopping immediately when Evan stepped back. Distance was their ally. Close proximity was only going to provoke Evan into doing something he shouldn't.

Dried tear tracks were glistening upon Eddie's cheeks in the hospital light and fresh tears were building up in his chocolate orbs that were finally back to a sense of normality. He no longer had pupils blown wide or so constricted he could barely see a thing. He was no longer breathing in sharp inhales and gasping or screaming his wife's name.

He almost looked back to his usual self. The alcohol must be wearing out of his system and without (Y/n) in the room, reality was consuming him again. But for how much longer, Evan couldn't be sure.

"Buck-"

"Don't talk, just listen. I asked you to get help, I begged you to see Frank or find another therapist to work through this. I told you not to go near (Y/n) but you didn't listen. Now you don't have a choice."

If Evan didn't say this now, he might not find the time, the will or the nerve. He had to talk while the thoughts were fresh in his mind and while Eddie was in a subdued enough state to hear it.

Evan wasn't going to talk to him after tonight. He had to say what was on his mind and then that was it. He was going to distance himself as much as he could until Eddie had his life and his head sorted out. There was no way Evan was going to risk (Y/n)'s safety or her wellbeing by still being around Eddie, not after Eddie had broken everyone's trust tonight.

Eddie silently nodded his head, although he didn't understand what they were talking about or what this meant. And he dreaded to find out the answers.

"You'll find a therapist, a fucking good one, or you admit yourself onto a ward, you get help and take responsibility for what you've done. You get help, and you stay away from me and (Y/n). I want nothing to do with you until you've sorted your shit out."

"Okay."

He wouldn't argue. There was nothing Eddie could say when Evan's words were reasonable. They were more than reasonable.

He was handing Eddie a lifeline and Eddie would be an utter fool if he didn't take it. There was no other choice to be made, no other way Eddie could go. He had screwed the only meaningful friendship in his life. He had fucked things up between Evan and (Y/n). He had damaged (Y/n) when that was never his intention.

He had put his job and his life at risk all because he saw something he wanted and he was selfish enough to try and take it for himself. To take her for himself.

He could find help. He could talk to Bobby and ask if Bobby could help him find a therapist that would deal with this mess, this baggage, this tattered life Eddie had destroyed. He would go to meetings and counselling everyday. He would see a doctor every week if he had to, he would do what he needed to.

"And I… I think Chris should stay with me."

"What? Buck, no- no you can't!"

Panic pulsed through Eddie's veins with every throb of his heartbeat. Every beat his heart thundered out was felt under every inch of his skin and he could hear a drumbeat throbbing in his ears.

This couldn't be part of the deal. Chris couldn't be taken away from him. Eddie was about to lose every relationship he had, but he couldn't lose Chris too. That wasn't fair. That wasn't how this was supposed to go. He would never do anything to put his son in danger. He would never hurt Chris or put him in harms way and Evan knew that. He knew that everything Eddie did was for or because of Chris.

When Eddie stepped closer, Evan fought off the urge to step back and held his hand out both as a sign to make Eddie stop and to point at him like he was suddenly a child that needed strict authority in his life.

"You put me in the will. You made Chris my responsibility too and I don't think he's gonna be okay with you."

"He's my son-"

"If (Y/n) decides to press charges against you Eddie then you've already lost him! You didn't think about Chris at all when you broke into my flat and beat up my girlfriend. If you get charged, do you honestly think social services will let Chris stay with you? He'll come stay with me or be shipped off to Texas with your parents."

This wasn't a choice Evan made lightly and it wasn't something he wanted to do, but there was no other choice.

What else could he do?

How could he be sure Chris would be safe with Eddie when tonight Eddie had proved that he had no self control left?

Eddie let himself into Evan's apartment, knowing full-well that Evan wouldn't be there and (Y/n) would. He locked her in. He attacked her, he hurt her. He got so blindly drunk that he let all his reasonings go and did whatever he wanted because he couldn't stop himself.

Who's to say that he wouldn't walk out the house one night and leave Chris alone? He could get drunk and wander off or shout at Chris in a rampage. He could have a dream about Shannon and lash out and frighten Chris. If his son knew what he had done tonight, there was no way Chris would want to stay with Eddie or be around him.

Eddie had put Evan in his will for a reason. He knew Evan would do right by Chris and would always look out for him. Evan would look out for Chris whether Eddie was in peril, dead or alive. And right now, he had to look out for the boy he classed as his nephew. He had to look out for Chris now more than ever because Eddie wasn't in the right frame of mind to do that.

"You'll take my son away from me?"

"If I have to. You need help, you're sick Eddie and if Chris stays with me or your parents then you can focus on getting better and work your shit out."

A sob broke past Eddie's lips and his shoulders quaked and his hands tangled in his hair, pulling the roots so harshly he was going to tear them free from his scalp. He couldn't do this. He lost Shannon. He lost his second chance of having her back in his life and having a family with her again. He couldn't lose Chris too.

"You- you can't do this to me! Buck you can't!" Venom dripped from his words that he spat across the room before he turned and began to pace.

He only had room to pace three feet, going from the chair towards Evan and back again. This couldn't happen. He couldn't lose everything. Shannon was gone, (Y/n) wasn't his. Why was Evan trying to take everyone from him? Why was Evan after his wife and his son? Why was he so jealous and desperate to see Eddie suffer?

"You can't have them both-"

"I saw what you did to her, Eddie."

Evan was glad his words cut Eddie's ramblings because Evan couldn't control himself much longer. (Y/n) was his girlfriend, not Eddie's. She was his partner, not Eddie's dead wife and she never belonged to Eddie. He couldn't continue this delusion any longer.

He ran his hand down his face, scratching at his eyes that were tired and sore and desperate to shed a river of tears and then sleep for an eternity. He rubbed his chin and clicked his jaw into place, trying not to glare holes into the person he no longer recognised.

"What?" The confusion in Eddie's voice sent shivers running up and down Evan's spine. "The door broke, I- I didn't-"

"You sexually assaulted her."

For a dreaded moment, Evan thought Eddie had suffered a heart attack. The way his knees caved and how his body collapsed into the chair made him look like he had died on the spot. Evan felt his own heart give out five extra beats and a boatload of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He watched Eddie's head loll back before he seemed to gain his composure once again. His hands dragged up and down his thighs, across his knees and a terrible bout of shaking set in his system and he rocked back and forth.

His head shook from side to side and he kept muttering "No," over and over. He thought it was his imagination. He thought it was the alcohol playing on his mind and messing with his memories.

Eddie didn't remember how he got to Evan's apartment, but he remembered locking the door. He remembered crashing to the floor at the bottom of the stairs. He knew (Y/n) had bitten into his hand that was now a dark shade of purple with red and black coloured indents from where her teeth had sunk down into his flesh.

He recalled grabbing her. Mixed voices telling him to stop. Asking what he was doing. Nails scratching down his skin. A hand striking his face. Fists bashing into his chest.

Then the horrible sound of glass shattering. Shannon laid on the floor, blood trickling down her nose. Shannon convulsing on the floor, aspirating on her own blood. Evan and the paramedics. Bobby pinning him to the floor so he couldn't follow her.

Everything was in pieces and they weren't in the right order. But Eddie hoped, prayed, begged God that he hadn't done anything that he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for.

"Eddie, I've seen the marks on her. What else do you call it when you kiss, bite, scratch and bruise someone against their will? When I found her in that bathroom her clothes were ripped and her fucking underwear was pulled down and you're telling me you didn't do it?! Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Words rummaged round in Eddie's head and slathered on his tongue, but he couldn't say any of them.

What good would sorry do? How would telling Evan he felt like killing himself for this help? Apologies were never going to be enough. He could never earn (Y/n)'s forgiveness and he didn't deserve or want it. He could never rectify this with Evan and he didn't deserve that either.

He deserved to be punched. He wanted Evan to break his bones, throw him down. Make him bleed. Kill him if he wanted to. He wanted Evan to destroy him like he had destroyed everything and everyone around him.

His head fell down into his hands and horrible, bubbling sobs spat into his hands as he started to rock back and forth from his heels to his toes.

"This stops now. I won't let you terrorise her any more. If you dare try anything or you don't get help I'll make a statement to the police and I'll press charges and then you'll lose everything. You are never doing something like this again, do you hear me?"

When it looked like Eddie nodded, Evan left the room. He said what he needed to say. He had drilled it into Eddie's head that this was what was going to happen and he was getting help whether he wanted it or not.

His body was overcome with shakes when he stumbled out of the room and back into the hallway. He could see it in Athena and Bobby's eyes that they heard. They heard everything and he was sure they agreed with what he'd said.

"He's all yours."

Athena looked like she wanted to reach out for him but she didn't get chance when Evan started walking. He had to get back to (Y/n). She was his focus now and he had left her for long enough.

***

Evan wasn't sure what he was expecting. Well he was, and he wasn't.

A big part of his mind dreaded the thought of walking back into the apartment. He didn't want to walk in here because he didn't know how (Y/n) was going to react. He had no idea whether she would refuse to walk over the threshold, whether she would stand rooted to the spot in the hallway or start crying or back out or have a panic attack. All Evan expected was a bad reaction because how could there be anything else?

(Y/n) had only just moved in with him and already their home was tarnished with bad memories and their bathroom was now going to be the source of nightmares.

He couldn't see how she would ever feel safe being alone here or how she could go in that bathroom or look at the hallway or the kitchen in the same way again. Everywhere was haunted. And Evan didn't know what he could do to make things any better.

He expected the way (Y/n) shivered when they walked into the apartment. He expected how she stood three feet away from the bathroom, unable to look anywhere else.

But he also expected her to pull away or lose the ability to breathe or say that she didn't want to stay here.

Instead, she hung her bag on the hook and moved towards the bathroom rather than away from it. Her left leg dragged behind her as she hobbled rather than walked, since she refused crutches the hospital tried to give her. Both arms wrapped around her chest and her head tilted to one side as she stared into the bathroom.

"We need a new door." There was almost an air of humour in her words, but she couldn't find it in herself to look at Evan over her shoulder.

Her body sank back when she felt Evan's hands on her shoulders and his chin delicately perched on top of her head. She let her back lean into his chest, feeling each deep breath Evan took against her.

"I know. Bobby's coming over tomorrow to help me fit a new one." Evan had already found where he could get a new door from and it would be easy to join new hinges to the wall and fix a door in place. And Bobby had graciously agreed to help. He had been round this morning too and helped Evan clean away the broken glass and wood and dispose of the old door.

(Y/n) hummed quietly and took a moment to close her eyes. She had a feeling that for a while, she wasn't going to be spending a lot of time in there anyway. If she needed a bath or a shower, she would be asking Evan to accompany her. And she hoped to God that Evan had picked a wooden door this time or one with plastic in the frame rather than glass.

It would be tempting fate to have another door made of glass in the apartment.

"You okay?" There was a fever of questions hidden away in Evan's words and (Y/n) could feel them all seeping through his touch when he kissed her temple.

Did she feel okay? Did she really feel settled enough to stay here after what happened? Did she need a minute to process things? Was there anything Evan could do?

"Is it too early to go to bed?" She could feel him smiling against her hairline and his hands squeezed her shoulders before he moved them down to worm his arms around her waist instead. It may be four o'clock in the afternoon, but that didn't mean a thing to Evan. He was more than happy to go and lay down in bed with the tv on in the background. He was two days behind on sleep and he needed to recharge before he dropped.

"You read my mind."

(Y/n) dragged her left leg behind her as they made their way to the stairs. It almost felt like her leg was a piece fabric hanging on by one thread. Stitches in the back of her thigh down towards her knee. A bandage around her thigh to stop her from scratching or the stitches snagging on anything. And a support bandage on her heel and foot since her ankle had swollen up overnight and could barely support her leg.

Her hand reached out for the railing but before she could even grab it, Evan's hands were on her hips and he spun her sound so she was facing him with her back to the stairs.

He bent down in front of her so one hand could hold her right thigh and the other hand could hold the lower part of her left leg, not daring to go near her stitches and risk tearing them.

A smile fluttered across (Y/n)'s lips as she looped her arms around Evan's neck and let him lift her up onto his torso. Her legs hung loosely over his hips and she tucked her face into his neck, peppering soft kisses up and down his skin as he climbed up the stairs.

He was careful when his knees bumped into the bed and he slowly leaned forward until he could lower (Y/n) down onto the bed. Her legs unhooked from his waist but her arms stayed around his neck causing him to lean between her thighs with his hands planted down on the mattress on either side of her hips.

"How's your head?" He spoke against her lips, sucking her lower lip between his teeth while he tipped his head up a little to nudge their noses together.

He had expected her temple to swell up or for her eyes to bruise and close over atfer the nosebleed she suffered. But the only tender part was the bridge of (Y/n)'s nose and a striking pain in the centre of her temple if she tried to touch it. There was only a slight mark against her temple which was a relief considering how much she bled out the other night.

"Aching," She murmured when Evan released her lip that felt like it was swelling up from his touch.

"There's some painkillers in my jeans, baby. I'll go get us a drink." Evan tensed his elbows to keep his arms straight and put his strength into his back to stop (Y/n) from dragging him down with her.

A softness melted at his eyes and made his lips quiver like they were turning runny as he watched her with fondness in his pupils. She whined against his lips, kissing him again while she tried to pull him down with her, but he stayed steadfast. He wasn't going to lay on her and crush her beneath him and if he laid down, he might never get up again.

He pecked her lips once again before he pulled up while (Y/n) laid on her back with a huff and closed her eyes to try and ward off her headache.

When she opened her eyes and tilted her head up, she caught sight of Evan chucking his hoodie across the room, revealing his bare back and shoulders to her eyes before he disappeared downstairs.

Painkillers. (Y/n) needed whatever Evan had in his back pockets. She knew he always had strong painkillers lying around from the amount of injuries and headaches he got from work. He kept packets in the kitchen drawers, some in the bathroom cabinet, some in the keep and he always had a stash in his pockets. Evan had to have alternatives because although naproxen was strong, he was deathly allergic to it.

She slowly pushed up and used her hands to shuffle up onto unsteady feet, her eyes scanning around the floor for Evan's jeans. He must mean a pair he had been wearing in the last few days which he hadn't had time to toss into the hamper yet. And (Y/n) noticed a pair of dark blue jeans draped over the chair in the corner of the room.

Her left leg was throbbing from her heel right up to her hip and with how tight the bandage and support braces were, she felt every heartbeat that pulsed through her limb. Pain flowed and rushed through her blood and sent a headache burning behind her eyes.

She felt like she could sleep for a week, and she knew Evan felt the same. She wouldn't put past them both to be asleep before eight o'clock tonight rolled around.

She leaned over, keeping her weight balanced on her right leg while she lifted the jeans up so she could look through the back pockets.

Sure enough, she found a silver packet of codeine tucked away in the pocket, but just as she went to throw the jeans into the hamper, she paused. What was in his other pocket?

Evan was somewhat like a handyman when it came to how disorganised he was and all the random things he carried around with him. His ADHD meant he often displaced things or kept things in odd places. He could remember the exact location of his phone charger or a certain stapler he liked to use, but when it came to important documents, he could be useless.

"Did you find some?" Evan placed two mugs down on the side table before he shimmied out of his rather loose trousers, leaving him in his underwear. He still needed to scout round the wardrobe for his spare belt but he hadn't found the time yet.

His hands found his hips and his head ticked to the side when (Y/n) didn't answer. She dropped the jeans back down on the chair and slowly turned around, leaning to her right as she hobbled back towards the bed.

When Evan knelt up on the bed, (Y/n) sat down next to him and gingerly held her hand out to him.

"Babe… w-what's this?"

Panic bridled every one of Evan's senses when (Y/n) held out the small velvet box towards him which had been burning a hole in his pocket for over a week now.

He thought that was still safely tucked away in the jeep. Clearly he didn't take it out his pocket the other day like he thought he did.

This wasn't how the conversation was supposed to go. Evan had it planned. Before Eddie came into the apartment and wrecked everything, Evan had a plan. He would come home after that night shift, they would go out and then he would ask her later in the afternoon when they were back home.

The thought was planned in his head, but after the other night, Evan hadn't thought about the ring again. He didn't want to have this conversation now because everything was turned upside down.

He dropped his head down and dragged his fingers through his hair and across the back of his neck.

He reached out for her, opening the box with one hand while his other hand curled around her thigh and he inched closer until their knees were touching. He didn't want (Y/n) to find the ring. He didn't want her to see it without him down on one knee asking her in the proper way, or at least in his own fashion. And he didn't want her to see it now, not so soon after everything that had happened.

"I uh, I got it after Maddie's wedding… I would of asked you last week but Eddie kept ruining my moments." His free hand went back to dragging up and down his neck, scratching his nails against his skin to try and remain calm, but he was losing his composure due to all his panic.

"So it's… it's an engagement ring?" She felt so stupid for even asking, but (Y/n) had to be sure in case that wasn't what it was at all and she got the wrong end of the stick.

If this was just some sort of promise ring or eternity ring or maybe if it didn't belong to Evan at all and he was just looking after it for someone, then (Y/n) would make a fool of herself if she assumed what it was. But the look in Evan's eyes and the nod of his head confirmed her suspicions.

He had been planning to propose to her. If Eddie hadn't of barged his way in here two nights ago, (Y/n) might have been engaged by now. If Eddie hadn't of kissed her the other week when he came by, (Y/n) could of been engaged even sooner.

Evan wanted to marry her. Evan loved her enough to want to commit to her and spend his life with her.

Of course, (Y/n) already knew this. The bachelor party proved as much when Evan couldn't stop telling her in his drunken state that he was going to marry her someday. And clearly, Evan thought that someday was in the near future.

"Baby I- I get that you won't want to right now, fuck maybe never after all this. And that's okay-"

"How do you know that… you haven't asked me yet."

All the wind was knocked out of Evan's chest and his stomach pulled in until it looked like he had been flattened by a truck.

Was she being serious? She would still want to marry him after everything that had happened?

If Evan had been more self-aware and alert, he might have realised what Eddie had been up to sooner. If he pressed the matter at the wedding when he thought (Y/n) was anxious, she would of told him and he could have prevented all of this from happening. He could of gotten Eddie help sooner and saved (Y/n) the trauma of being attacked and injured and traumatised.

Things with Eddie were never going to be the same. The team was going to have a shift in the balance that might never right itself after this. Things might change between Evan and (Y/n). He was waiting for her to resent him or tell him she wanted to leave him to save herself any more pain and to preserve what tatters were left of Evan and Eddie's friendship. He wasn't expecting this kind of response.

"You- you'd still wanna marry me, after everything?"

"Ask me."

Whatever worries Evan had rattling around in his head and in his gut about (Y/n) saying this just to turn him down or teach him a lesson, all of them were squashed when he looked into her eyes.

He hooked his arm around her waist and pushed her back onto the bed, swallowing the gasp she let out and distantly hearing the ring box thud as it landed on the carpet.

He felt her hands cup the back of his neck, both to hold him to her and to steady them both. And when they parted, Evan rested his temple down against hers, looking into her eyes through hooded lashes that were about to brim over with tears.

"Marry me?"

"I'd love to."

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[chaconnehoonie]

Obsession-(follow up) L.HS

✶ Heeseung X Fem! Reader

->This is a follow up to the first part, but you may read it alone if you please, reading the first part is just recommended to get the full story.

Synopsis- Your relationship with Heeseung proves that sometimes you’re forced to make commitments and sacrifices for those you love.

WC: 3.4k

Warnings: toxic relationship, cursing, insecurity, derogatory terms, smut, angst

Smut warnings: dub-con(?), oral(m) somnophilia, kissing, unprotected sex, spanking, rough sex, orgasm denial

A/N: I know I posted the first part to this a while ago but I felt so disappointed with it that I wanted to write something to follow up with. I’m also terrible with my writing schedule so hopefully this will get me back in the game, enjoy!

This is fiction and the scenarios are completely fake and from my brain, none of the characters are like this in real life, MDNI!

Heeseung was trying to be a good boyfriend. Sure, there are moments where he frustrates you or makes you question your relationship. But relationships are all about making commitments, right?

You’re committed to Heeseung- of course you’ll do whatever it takes to be with him. You’ll put up with his mood swings or his trust issues, accepting that he may just be a naturally jealous person.

He makes it hard, though, as he’s too jealous sometimes. He always has trouble believing you only have eyes for him, whether it’s when a stranger is checking you out at a party or you’re being too close for his liking with your best friends—who just so happen to be guys.

God, you love your friends, but it’s clear that Heeseung doesn’t. You don’t expect him to, of course, however you expect him to accept your close bonds with all three of them. They were existent in your life before him, after all.

You can’t bring this up around him though, as he gets quiet each time, stuck in his thoughts and fears of you leaving him. Being the understanding girlfriend you are, you decided to show him just how special he is to you.

✶.

Heeseung sits alone on the couch in your living room, mindlessly scrolling through Netflix in search for new movies or series to start. Since the beginning of your relationship, you both decided on having movie nights every Friday; cuddling up on the couch together with a warm blanket and a plethora of snacks.

You haven’t come home yet, sending him a quick message to let him know you’d be stopping by a grocery store for snacks, then you’ll speed home to see him.

He sits there and waits, grabbing a bag of chips to munch on, watches trailers for new horror movies with stupid plots and terrible actors, then waits some more.

What’s taking you so long? It’s not like you would stand him up, it’s not like you can stand him up—he’s in your house, anyways. Maybe the checkout line is taking too long. Maybe you stopped to buy some alcohol too, or what if that’s what you were planning but forgot your ID in the car?

What if he’s actually going the wrong rout and you had gotten into an accident? Or decided you didn’t like him anymore and wanted to sneak off with someone else before seeing him tonight- “Baby?”

Heeseung jumps at the sound of your voice, quickly turning around to see you shutting the front door, hanging your keys and slipping off your shoes. He had been so caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t even hear the front door opening.

Your face holds a concerned look, rounding the couch and placing your bags next to Heeseung before dropping to your knees in front of him. “You okay? What happened?” Your hands gently caressed his knees in hopes to comfort him, knowing he’s a sucker for physical touch.

He only shakes his head and pulls you to sit next to him. “Nothing, pretty. I just really missed you.” His voice sounds unsure, but you decided to accept his answer, knowing he hates being pushed to open up.

“I missed you too, cutie. I actually bought something I want to show you.” You peck his nose and his eyes light up in excitement. “I need to go prepare it in my room, but I’ll be back out before you know it.” You smile at him and he nods quickly. “I have to use the bathroom anyways. Perfect timing, I guess.”

You place a soft kiss on his upper lip before grabbing one of your bags and rushing upstairs while Heeseung makes his way to the bathroom. He takes a long look at himself, analyzing his features and taking note of how much better he’s been looking since he’s gotten with you. He’s taken care of himself more, focusing on eating healthier and getting haircuts more often, as well as doing some skincare and shaving his facial hair.

He really feels better with you, smiling to himself in the mirror when he realizes that he’s truly in love with you. He loves you—and he hopes you feel the same way.

After flushing the toilet and leaving the tap running for a minute, Heeseung makes his way out of the bathroom, pausing when he sees you wrapped up in your blanket, waiting for him on the couch.

Walking up hesitantly, he smiles anxiously at you. “What did you wanna-“ he’s cut off when you throw the blanket off of yourself, sat prettily with the most delicate lingerie adorning your body.

Black lace cups your breasts with thin straps hardly covering your shoulders, matching black lace panties sitting high and tight on your hips as the fat of your hips and butt jut out around the material.

Heeseung stands in front of you stiffly, mouth hung open and eyes locked on your figure. Siting up, you reach a hand towards his face and place it under his chin, gently forcing his jaw shut.

“Do you like it?” Your voice is soft and sultry, provoking him to finally touch you. He strokes your head, feeling your soft hair under his fingertips. He’s so in love with you— just that touch sends blood straight to the weight between his legs and he’s suddenly too weak to stand.

Sitting on the couch, he pulls you onto his lap without breaking eye contact. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You giggle and cup his cheek, pulling him into a kiss that only lasts a second as he’s murmuring against your lips. “Yes- fuck, yes.”

You gasp when he pinches one of your nipples through your thin lacy bra. Pushing his tongue into your mouth, he plays with your own in a mess of drool and moans, all while rocking your hips against his.

He pulls away to moan loudly, resting his head on the back of the couch. “I’m glad you like it.” You kiss his neck, licking his jaw slowly before sucking a mark into his skin.

“The boys helped me pick it out.”

His eyes shoot open at this, quickly sitting up and looking you in the eyes. “The boys?” He furrows his brows, confused, but also hurt. You let the boys-Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon, not only see you in lingerie but pick it out? For your boyfriend to see later on?

“What do you mean they helped you pick it out? Like you went to the store together and let them chose it? They seen you in it?” He sounds like he’s going to cry, voice cracking but there’s also a hint of anger.

You nod, eyes wide and worried. “Well, yes. I asked for their opinions because they’re also guys, you know? I thought that’d be the best way to figure out what you’d like…” you trail off as you take note of the irritation appearing on his face.

He finds no point in complaining, no reason to explain why he’s so hurt. Instead, he pushes you off of his lap rather harshly and you land on the soft cushions with a quiet ‘oof’. Of course he didn’t mean to be so aggressive, but with the way he stomps to the front door and angrily grabs his keys, slamming the door shut as he leaves, you can’t help but tear up at his angry demeanor.

Was he really that upset? Over your friends helping pick out a gift, for him? Sure, maybe you didn’t have to wear the lingerie while showing them but Heeseung should know by now that your relationship with your friends is nothing more than platonic.

Deciding you’re too heart broken after being left so alone and exposed, you head to bed early. Well, not exactly early if 11pm was anything to go by, definitely too late for Heeseung to randomly leave and expect you not to worry, but early enough for you to sleep off the mental pain and end up in a better mood in the morning.

✶.

You wake up as an odd weight hits your cheek, repeatedly tapping on your face as you feel the warmth radiating onto your skin. Your eyes open slowly, blinking a few times to fully wake yourself up.

It’s still dark, but you can make out the silhouette of someone standing uncomfortably close to you. Taking in a sharp breath, you turn to your alarm clock and note that it’s around 2am, quickly reaching to turn on the bedside lamp.

The light flickers on and Heeseung groans, quickly reaching his own hand to switch it back off. While he does that, you notice the way he’s fully clothed, save for his hard-on that’s currently face-to-face with you, peeking out from above his sweatpants.

“What-“ you’re cut off as he places a finger upon your lips, slipping it between them and into your mouth to tug your jaw open. You can’t tell what he’s doing with the lights off, but you don’t wonder for long as you suddenly feel his tip entering your mouth, sliding against your tongue.

You’re stiff, laying there in shock as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure, biting his lip with a groan. Heeseung has grown to be more comfortable around you, no longer trying to impress you in order to get you to like him, yet instead trying to impress you to get you to keep liking him—always outdoing himself to prove he’s worth your love.

However, he’s still shy at times, especially intimate times, so seeing him fully take control of you, take advantage of your sleeping figure, is new to you. It’s kind of arousing, but after what happened earlier you just can’t get yourself to enjoy it.

Especially with the way he grips the back of your head and shoves himself fully into your throat, holding you there until you gag and drool onto the ground. The position is awkward; he’s standing in front of you while you’re laying on your side, head hovering off the bed just enough to miss the sheets as your spit strings onto the wooden floor.

He lets out a deep moan, mumbling to himself about how wet and warm your mouth is, but not directly speaking to you. How could he speak to you after what you pulled earlier? Why would you deserve praise for going out and prancing around like that with your friends, basically slutting yourself out for them?

What you do deserve is the harsh thrusts of his hips as he fucks your mouth, pulling your hair harshly as he keeps your head in place while his cock suffocates you. You try to breathe through your nose, but you only choke and whine around him as tears blur your vision, not like you can see much in the dark, anyways.

He groans louder, thrusts harder, grips harder, all while you lay there and take it. He lets out a particularly loud moan as he pulls your head towards him, shoving your face far enough to touch your nose to his pubic bone, and then he’s cumming down your throat.

His hips are still as he twirls strands of your hair between his fingers, holding you in place as his release fills your mouth.

Finally pulling out, he breathes heavily before stuffing himself back into his sweats. He makes his way to the bathroom, situating himself before coming back to bed and wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close enough to be his little spoon. It confuses you, but you’d rather have this than have him stay angry at you.

“Thank you, pretty.”

✶.

The next day goes by smoothly, Heeseung acts completely normal when he goes to work for a couple hours, then coming home as you prepare lunch.

You’re glad he has work early enough for him to be done by the afternoon, but sometimes you wish he could stay in bed with you just a little longer than leaving at 5am, but at least he gets to come back at 1pm and spend the rest of the day how he pleases. You quickly learn though, that today he decides to use the day as he pleases by pleasing himself.

As you put ramen to boil and chop vegetables, humming a random song to yourself, you hear the front door shut. It doesn’t slam, so you know Heeseung isn’t angry, at least not enough to show it.

He walks up behind you, grabbing onto your waist and you smile, turning around for a kiss. He grips your chin, turning your face back to the counter and speaks lowly in your ear. “Keep chopping.” His voice is stern and you know he’s serious.

You hesitantly pick up the knife again, slowly cutting the vegetables as he pulls down your pants, panties going along with them, leaving you bare and exposed for him. It was only last night he was using you for himself, maybe he’s repaying the favor?

That idea is quickly shut down as you feel his tip prodding at your not very wet entrance, wincing at the stretch of the head doing its best to make its way between your folds. Of course you’ve both have had sex without foreplay before, but that was after a while of kissing and obvious arousal.

This time, he fills you up dry with only his precum coating your walls. You whine at the pain, stepping closer to the counter in an attempt to get away from him, but he only manhandles you back towards him.

Pulling out to the tip, he gives you a second to breathe before he pushes himself all the way back in, continuing with rough thrusts. He lands a loud slap to your ass, leaning forward and biting onto your shoulder. You cry out in pain, trying to take his cock the best you can while he uses you once again.

He’s fucking you, skin to skin, so that must mean he’s not upset anymore. You try to convince yourself as he thrusts harder, hands bruising your waist and hips as his knuckles turn white from holding you so tight.

He’s more vocal this time, moaning into your ear as you bounce between him and the counter top, knife now laying further away from you and vegetables roll off the counter, landing with a hard thud on the floor.

You moan as he picks up the pace almost inhumanly fast, wet sounds showing signs that you’re finally aroused enough, the slide of his cock against your walls is no longer painful.

He pushes your upper half forward more, fully bending you over the counter as he lands a harsh slap against your ass, echoing through the kitchen along with your high pitched moans.

His thighs slap against the back of your own, wet and covered in slick as you can’t hold back the squelching noises your pussy makes while being stuffed full.

“Oh God, Hee…” You whine but he’s tired of hearing you, placing his palm over your mouth to muffle your moans. “I don’t wanna hear it.” This confuses you, mainly because he’s always loved hearing your noises—proof that he’s pleasing you right. But now, he suddenly doesn’t want to hear them? Going as far as covering your mouth to shut you up?

Even with this hurt side of you, the pleasure is undeniable and before you can process it, you’re close to orgasm as Heeseung lands another harsh slap against your ass.

“Hee-baby, I’m gonna cum!” You pant heavily, inhaling a deep breath in preparation for your orgasm, only for it to be taken away from you. “No you’re not.” Heeseung slides his wet cock out of you, instead spreading your ass and pushing himself between your cheeks.

You scoff, now frustrated and in pain, wondering if this is what blue balls must feel like. You try to reach back and slide him back in, but he grips your wrist, pulling both of your arms back so your cheek lands harshly onto the counter top. Wincing, tears start pricking your eyes and you try to squirm away from him.

“Not letting you…d-don’t deserve to cum.” He grits through his teeth, pushing your butt cheeks together tightly as he thrusts, still keeping his fast pace.

Leaning forward, he rests his forehead between your shoulder blades, finally releasing as ropes of cum spurt out of his tip, landing across your back and staining your shirt, some reaching your hair to find in a sticky mess later.

You’re both panting, catching your breaths after whatever kind of rough, angry sex session that was. Still confused, you try to turn around, calling out to your quiet boyfriend. “Heeseung…” your voice is soft and comforting, and as much as he wants to accept it, he just keeps you turned around.

“Just- don’t.” That’s all he says before tucking himself back into his jeans and walking upstairs. The bathroom door shuts, still not slamming, but you can now tell that he is definitely still angry at you.

✶.

“So, what? He’s upset that we helped you and now you guys are having hot steamy hate sex?” Jake laughs to himself, taking a bowl of ramen from Sunghoon. A bowl of ramen you cooked for Heeseung.

You sigh, playing with your own ramen as you push it around the bowl with your chopsticks. “Yeah…I was cooking this when he came home and he just…did that.” You trail off at the end, not wanting to go into detail because no matter how good it felt, you were still hurt.

“Waitwaitwait.” Jay mutters with his mouth full, swallowing harshly before speaking again. “This ramen doesn’t have a special ingredient, right? His cum shot didn’t fly into here and now I’m consuming his babies?”

“Dude! What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Come on- I’m trying to eat here!”

“You’re actually disgusting.”

Sunghoon gags as he imagines the scene playing out, downing his glass of water to calm himself. You pat him on the back as he keeps gagging, mainly to piss off Jay who now regrets what he said.

“Okay, Hoon. You can stop now, I get it.” Jay rolls his eyes, picking up his beer bottle and taking a sip while sending glares towards his friend.

Your face drops to your palms, sighing again as you think about these past two days. “He left like an hour before I invited you guys over.” You speak up, eyes teary as you bite your lip. “He didn’t eat…didn’t say goodbye…he just left.” You break down, a sob escaping your lips at the thought of your boyfriend leaving you so alone and embarrassed.

“Do you know what this means?” Sunghoon places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly to ease your tension. You shake your head no, confused as to what he’s implying.

He sighs, looking between Jake and Jay, then back at you. “This means you’re going to have to choose.” Your eyes widen, shaking your head more aggressively now.

“What do you mean choose?” You can’t believe they’d recommend something like this. “You know, choose if you want to stay with him. Let him treat you like that, let him get away with those things.”

He grabs your hand, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “Or you can choose to stay with us. Keep being our friend, let us save you from this disaster.” His words hurt, but you know they must be true. “He just…” you inhale a shaky breath, “He just needs time. We’ll figure something out.”

Yeah, that’ll fix it. You’ll figure out a way to keep Heeseung happy and stay close to your best friends. Hopefully, without cutting any ties or creating an awkward atmosphere. But you’ll do whatever it takes to keep each of your boys happy.

#enhypen smut #enhypen x female reader #heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #enhypen angst