#But like.... Maybe she means just as a friend like.... Maybe shes just nice....

[lcriedlastnight]

Hii! I have a request:

Lando's 'friend' (who actually has a crush on him) is rude to his girlfriend (Reader), and reader doesn't say anything because she doesn't want to cause problems. But Lando finds out somehow and decides to show his 'friend' just how much he loves his girlfriend.

I see it more as a kind of smut, but whatever you're comfortable with is fine!

hi! tysm, i don't think i'm completely comfortable with smut, sorry!!

if you see any mistakes you actually didn't because i don't make mistakes that's actually just how those words and spelled now.

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"does she not bother you?" carlos asks you as he watches her throw herself all over your boyfriend. you watch along as well because what were you supposed to do? you sure as hell weren't saying anything to him, they had been friends longer than you had even known lando and you were not the type of girlfriend who told her boyfriend who he can and can't friends with, even if one of them is so clearly throwing herself at him and does not want a platonic relationship with him.

"it just baffles me how he doesn't even notice it. he's completely oblivious. it's insane." you reply back to the spaniard. "she's so rude to me too. i don't think she's ever been nice to me."

carlos scoffs, knowing all too well what she was like, i mean he's had to deal with her for a great deal longer than what you've had to. you're heart does go out to him, poor boy.

before carlos can actually reply to you though, lando makes his way over and of course she is hanging off his arm, like usual. you've never said anything to lando before because you can see every single way that the conversation goes pear shaped but she is acting like she's the one dating your boyfriend and you're just clinging onto him. if nothing it's embarrassing for you and you're friends hadn't been as kind when they told you how looked from the outside.

lando walks over to stand right beside you with his 'best friend' on his other side. carlos give you a look that almost makes you laugh. it was supposed to be a serious look but carlos did not pull it off as effectively as he would've wanted with the alcohol coursing through his veins.

"hey." you greet them both, giving lando a little side hug then taking your arms off him completely. lando looks confused but he doesn't even get the chance to say anything about it because she is opening her mouth and her voice hurts everyone's ears, you're sure of it.

"you not even gonna say hello to your mans best friend?" she slurs, you aren't sure how much she's had to drink but it explains how handsy she was tonight. she's never usually this bold when you were around.

"i did, i was saying hello to you both." you try to clear up. being sober you were not in the mood to argue with some drunk girl who so clearly wanted what you have.

"mhm, sure. you just wish that you and lan are as close as we are!" she giggles. carlos can't even hold in the noise he makes at that and he knows that he has to leave before he says something he might regret in the morning. he leaves with a 'goodbye mate' to lando and a sympathetic look to you, feeling bad for you leaving you.

"why aren't you drinking, lanny?" she asks, voice all high pitched it makes your ears ring. god, you have never wanted to leave somewhere as quick as you did here.

lando gives you a look that you don't have time to decipher before he turns back around to her to answer.

"well, we are going out tomorrow and i don't want to have hangover tomorrow." it's a simple explanation and it's the exact same he had told you when you were both getting ready at his. she grunts and grips his bicep maybe a little too tight for a friend, but again, what were you to do about it?

"ugh, you should just drink! remember when we used to go out partying all night? those were the days huh? no one tying us down?" this tips you over the edge and you decide that it's maybe better for you to leave before you can't control your words or actions anymore.

"i think i'm going to head home." you tell lando, no explanation. lando frowns - you can tell he wants to ask you whats wrong but he can't because she's literally pulling him away from you and towards the bar with what you can only describe as an evil smile on her face.

you decided that lando has to know. this conversation was not going to be easy.

★・・・・・・★

after talking to lando you realise that he actually did start to notice how weird she was acting so it did make you feel a little better. what you weren't looking forward to though was a dinner to celebrate her birthday that you had both been invited to. you were kind of surprised that you had even been invited but still you both decided to dress up and attend the fancy dinner.

lando had promised you in the car that he wasn't putting up with her bullshit tonight and he was just going to tell her directly - her birthday or not. it didn't make you want to attend the dinner anymore than before though.

as lando pulls the car into a parking space around the side of the building, he pulls the hand break up and pulls your hand into his with a promising look in his eyes.

"i know you really didn't want to come tonight - you don't know how much it means to me that you have. i promise the minute she starts i'll call her out and put a stop to it. in front of everyone if i have to." the look in his eyes is enough to tell you that his words hold meaning so you believe him and let his press a sweet kiss to your hand before he;s running around the front of the car to open your car door for you and lead you into the restaurant.

making your way inside you catch the eyes of all of her posh, stuck up friends and they all give you the exact same dirty look that, if it was anyone else, would've made you curl up and wish the night to end so you could go home and cry about it but that was not on the cards for tonight, so you put on a brave face and walk towards the two free seats, clinging onto lando's hand. he gives you a quick squeeze.

the dinner doesn't actually go too bad, but you think that's because you aren't seated close enough to her for her to actually interact with you or lando. you both just keep to yourselves until the end of the night approaches and offers of heading to a nearby club to celebrate further are being thrown around the table like confetti from a canon.

"you'll come out with us, right?" you hear her call from the other end of the table, she was always so desperate to make conversation with lando she would scream at him from miles away. it wouldn't take an idiot to notice lando's discomfort so that's when he decides to excuse himself and head to the toilets to 'freshen up', leaving you alone in your own personal version of hell.

the table was loud, it had been all night but you can hear the words she brags loudly, almost like she wanted you to hear over the bustling crowd surrounding you.

"yeah she's just place holder, lando told me that i was the one for him and that he's just looking for an excuse to throw her to the curb!" her voice is as shrill as usual, maybe even more.

you don't think yourself to be a secure person much but you think this moment may go down as the one moment in your relationship with lando that you think that you are the girl you would pick over anyone else. you feel the rage boil up inside you and just before you can stand up to call her out of her complete and utter bullshit of a lie, a hand is resting softly on your shoulder and before you know it you get a fleeting glimpse of your boyfriend's cheeky smile before he is practically eating you whole.

you and lando have had your fair share of passionate kisses throughout the course of your relationship but every single one of them had been in the privacy of one of your homes, so to kiss him like this where anyone could see, where she could see? it filled you with so much joy and possessiveness that you could never imagine you were even capable of.

lando pulls away with a smile but is leaning back in for a few more quick kisses like he can't get enough of you before he is properly pulling away and holding a hand out for you to take. the entire table is silent, the first time the whole night you think. holding your hand just like when you both arrived, lando throws some cash on the table.

"that's for our meals, thanks for the invite but i don't think we'll be seeing each other again...ever." lando says before practically dragging you to the car, desperate to get you home.

[saccharineomens]

okay wait maybe it’s my Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria talking, but I don’t understand why people think this is her being nasty? I read it as:

“my autistic coworker is my favorite person on the planet” (a genuine, if exaggerated, statement)

“I asked if we would still be friends”…”like ok bestie !!!” (She is shocked and hurt that he doesn’t see her as a friend, because she sees him as a friend. She is saying “ok bestie” as part of this rejection and pain, mocking and berating herself for being presumptuous)

“he is usually so nice to me he was simply pointing out that we are merely coworkers.” (she’s reiterating why she thought they were friends, and clarifying his response)

“he’s right !”…”SO TRUE !!!” (Also genuine. Until her coworker pointed out that they were just coworkers, not friends, and that she shouldn’t need his blessing to get a haircut, she feels like he has blown her mind. He has opened her eyes. He’s right that she doesn’t need his blessing, and this is a revelation to her. She is hurt they aren’t friends, but appreciates his bluntness and “real talk”, which is why he is genuinely one of her favorite people on the planet. Now, in the future, she won’t feel like she needs other people’s approval to do something she wants to do with her body, and she is grateful to him.)

I don’t know if I’m explaining myself well, but I didn’t see a snarky and mean-spirited person treating him like a circus animal, I see someone who is a bit oversensitive but means well, and she wanted to share her revelation (that you, the reader, don’t need the approval of people you work with to alter your appearance if you want to do it) with others while berating herself for being overfamiliar with someone who didn’t see her as a confidant. I see someone with social anxiety.

maybe there’s some context I’m missing? Is this someone famous? I haven’t seen anything in the notes…

Can you imagine finding out your coworker posted this about you

[2xxelaa9]

Vi deserves none of the hate people give her and I'll die on that hill.

"She created Powder's trauma and abandoned her". No she didn't ? Did we watch the same show ? If anyone, Mylo made Powder feel like she was worthless, Vi had always lifted her up, she just asked her to stay behind that one day because she didn't want to lose her, which is super legit ? If she had brought Powder, everything could have turned out the same and everyone would have been like "it was so wrong for her to bring her very young sister in this". Like ??

And then she blames Powder for what happened but immediately regrets it and just walks a few meters to cool off. Yes, she snapped, but nobody's perfect, and she was just a child ? Why would anyone expect her to act as a grown and mature adult ? She had just lost everyone and lost her shit for maybe one minute and that's it. When she saw that her sister was in danger, she immediately went back for her but was stopped by Marcus. And she then ended up in jail, at maybe 15 years old, getting the shit beaten out of her for 7 years while thinking that everyone she ever cared about was dead. She is as traumatized and Jinx is. They just don't manifest it the same way. Let's not forget that during those 7 years, Jinx had a support system, Silco, someone to turn to even if everything was very far from perfect and that he was using her. She still had someone. Vi was alone, in a dark cell, getting beaten up every other day.

Until Caitlyn came and broke her out. The reason she accepted to talk to her was because Caitlyn showed her drawings that resembled her sister's !! She went with her to find Powder!! She even ditched Cait at the first occasion she got (in the brothel) to get the information from Sevika. And then the first occasion she got, she went to find her.

And then again, at the bridge, she left everyone to go find her sister, and went back for her friends because they were being blown up by Jinx's bombs. And then, Jinx lost it and fired that machine gun at her and Cait, and just then, it was the first time that Vi chose Caitlyn over Jinx in that moment. Because she had fired a damn machine gun at her. I mean, if my sister fired this at me, I'd probably run away too.

Then Vi's objective becomes to take down Silco to get her sister back from him (because one can argue that he was a nice and caring father figure, I still think that he was still using Jinx as a bomb maker, even if he cared for her. She was working for him.)

Next thing we know, Vi gets kidnapped by Jinx and spends the whole scene trying to convince her that she loves her deeply, she even suggests that they could run away far from Zaun and Piltover just the two of them and forget everyone else. It all goes down to shit when Caitlyn frees herself and starts threatening Jinx. Then Jinx kills Silco, nukes the Council, then probably disappears. And the only person she can hold on to is Caitlyn. Why ? Because since the beginning, Vi isn't interested in helping Cait find proof against Silco, she just wanted to find her sister. And despite Vi leaving, getting hurt and everything, Cait stayed besides her. She went to save her when Sevika stabbed her, she followed her when Vi ran after the blue smoke Jinx lit up in the sky, she tried to held her back in that "Oil and water" scene. So of course Vi stayed. Cait had proved her worth to her countless times. She even held back from killing Jinx (which had already committed terrorist actions, killed enforcers, firelights and probably many others).

Vi had nobody else to turn to. Literally. Everyone was dead, and Jinx had rejected her. And Caitlyn still didn't reject Vi, even after her sister killed her mother.

Of course Vi was going to stay by Caitlyn's side. It was the only person somehow caring for her. Even acknowledging her existence.

"But she became an enforcer and it was against everything she stood for". Again, have we all seen the same show ? Vi disagreed to Caitlyn's proposition. It was when Maddie met her that she told her she was "happy that she joined the enforcers". Caitlyn had enlisted her and didn't leave Vi a choice in that. Vi went along because she trusted Caitlyn and she only ever fought in Caitlyn's team. Vi was ready to let Cait end Jinx, because for her, Everything good in her sister was gone. There was nothing else to save. But when she saw Isha, it was not just her wanting to save the child, but also a part of her seeing Powder again. She saw that her sister was still capable of love and compassion. So she stopped Caitlyn.

And then Caitlyn hit her and left her. Again. At this point, everyone in the show had abandoned her. she was all alone, except for Loris who eventually also gave up on her.

Then Jinx went to find her again to save Vander. Then Vi started to gain hope again. Making plans with Jinx for the future. "Maybe we could stay here, help them out". Then shit went down again and Isha died (note : Vi's first reflex was to save her sister in that moment). Then Jinx surrendered, Cait locked her up and Vi went to free her sister. Who then proceeded to leave her again, hitting her in the spot that hurt her the most (both physically and emotionally). Let's note that in that scene, Vi called her "Jinx" and not Powder. It proved her that she loved her for who she was now. She loved Jinx.

Vi had again lost everything. She even thought she had lost Caitlyn by going against her orders again. She was even left alone in that cell, locked up, with no one she cared about, expecting another beating from life. She had come back to the point zero of everything. The concrete cell, the loneliness, the feeling of having failed everyhting and everyone.

But Caitlyn walked in and let her know that she had helped her free Jinx. That she trusted her enough to leave her desire for justice and revenge behind her because she knew how much Vi cared for her sister. And that was the first time in the whole show that anyone had made something for Vi. Hell, it must have been the first time in the show Vi might have felt loved. Like, think about it. Vi then let herself have one moment with Caitlyn, because she had started to become tired of being rejected and hurt by everyone. She had one single moment. And everyone blames her for that and says she's a terrible sister, when it's clearly not the case and has never been.

Time for the war. They fight. Then Vi sees Vander. Her first reflex is to try and save him again. Because she just loves her family so deeply she can't actually help it. And then Jinx sacrifices herself to save Vi. Have you really heard Vi's scream ? It's the most devastating sound and scream that we ever heard on this show. It even echoed louder than the actual explosion. Vi loved her sister so so so much.

With all that, I don't get how people can hate her. She just suffered so so much throughout the show. She is just a little love ball that constantly gets kicked by everyone. She did deserve that somewhat happy ending. I'm so tired of seeing Vi slander.

Also, props to the writers for breaking the doomed lesbian cycle. For once we got a win. Hurray !

[gilbertscurls]

heyyy i love your writing a lot like obssesed but like i have a request where matt and nick talks about how they know from the beginning chris loved the reader even tho he used to deny it all the time

i hope you like it!! <3

obvious — chris sturniolo

Chris always rolled his eyes whenever Matt or Nick would bring it up. For years, they’d been relentless with their teasing, their sly smirks and knowing glances whenever you were around. Chris would always brush them off, claiming they were imagining things. But tonight, sitting on the worn couch in their living room, Matt and Nick weren’t letting it go.

“You’re telling me you never noticed?” Matt asked, leaning forward with a smirk that screamed mischief. “C’mon, Chris, you were so obvious. From day one.”

Chris scoffed, sinking deeper into the couch. “I wasn’t obvious. You guys just love stirring up drama that isn’t there.”

Nick laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, it was there, alright. The way you used to act around her? It was like watching a middle schooler with his first crush. You could barely string a sentence together when she walked into the room.”

Chris crossed his arms defensively. “That’s just because I was caught off guard! She has... an intimidating presence, okay?”

“Intimidating,” Matt repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You mean gorgeous, smart, and the only person who could make you shut up for five seconds.”

Chris rolled his eyes again, but the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

Nick grinned, sensing victory. “And let’s not forget all the little things you’d do. Like offering to drive her home, even when it was completely out of your way. Or how you’d ‘accidentally’ make too much food just so you could invite her over to eat.”

Chris groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You guys are ridiculous. I was just being nice.”

“Sure,” Matt said with a laugh. “And ‘being nice’ includes learning her favorite coffee order and bringing it to her every other morning?”

Chris opened his mouth to protest but found himself coming up short. Because deep down, he knew they were right.

Nick leaned back, his grin softening. “You might’ve been in denial, but we saw it clear as day. Even when you were pretending she was ‘just a friend,’ the way you looked at her said everything. You were gone for her, man.”

Chris fell silent, his gaze dropping to the floor. For years, he’d convinced himself that his feelings weren’t obvious. That he was being careful, keeping everything under wraps. But maybe he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought.

“She’s not just... anyone,” Chris finally admitted, his voice quiet. “She’s different. She makes me feel... I don’t know, like I want to be better. For her.”

Matt smiled knowingly. “We figured that out a long time ago, bro.”

“And we knew it was only a matter of time before you figured it out too,” Nick added.

Chris sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well... better late than never, right?”

Matt and Nick exchanged a look before Matt clapped Chris on the shoulder. “Exactly. Now go tell her, genius.”

Chris didn’t need to be told twice.

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[opiopal]

imagine just a regular human OM au,

as in like, no angels, no demons, no magic, none of that whatsoever, everyone is just their character trope but in a regular kinda sitcomy romance

RAD is just a fancy private school, Dia is like, the rich principals son who’s also like class president, and Luci is vice, snd luci made all his brothers join student council because he wanted them all to have at least one activity that would look good on a resume for them, mams is still known for being scummy, Levi is rarely seen at school cause he’s a shut in nerd, Asmo is super popular, ect. Ect. Literally it’s just them but… human. and mc showing up is just like, they qualified for this program and didn’t really know it(bc public schools suck at communication dog), and so they are suddenly told they’re gonna be flown halfway across the world for this, and the rest is history.

now, you guys are probably thinking, “Opi, you basically just said imagine OM but without the thing that makes it OM” and to that I say,

Yah lol,

BUT LISTEN!

it has potential to be cute, like, instead of big cool pact marks, it’s just the brothers who like mc doodling on their arms in pen when they’re bored, like they all do it and don’t really know why, but mc lets them so they do it. or like, mc is just given an item to signify that they gained that brothers friendship, like a bracelet, painted nails, a keychain, hairclip, a book, literally anything at all.

So maybe mc and mams becoming friends would have to be more of a hostage situation rather then an exchange??? Like, instead of “if I give you your credit card you gotta make a pact with me,” it’s “if you don’t give your brother his toy back I’ll cut your card,” and somehow it turned into mams hanging around mc more often, maybe he liked them being mean or something lol, we know how he is.

also, maybe this would make the brothers whole situation sadder?? Since it would practically be a highschool au, they’d all have to be like 16-19, so would this mean they got kicked out of their home after the death of their sister? Maybe their father, while in grief, decided to blame the seven of them for encouraging her? Maybe she got attacked/mugged, or got into a car crash with her bf? Obviously this work leave zero room for mc and her being related in a sense(maybe they had been friends in the past?) so the brothers beginning to like mc more would have to happen more organically instead of being pushed further along with the Lilith plot point.

Thought moving onto the other characters, Solomon is probably just a weirdo that’s into scifi stuff, and believes in a bunch of stuff(maybe ghosts are still real or something? So he gives mc things to ward off evil spirits as gifts) he’s probably still a student as well, but has back problems or something so everyone calls him old. Thirteen prolly just skips class whenever she feels like it(which is prolly always) so she’s rarely seen/isn’t seen until later into the series, but whenever she’s around she’s like, that one super cool side character that you want to hang out with but luci doesn’t allow it because he worries that she smokes behind the school or something wild like that. Mephisto I feel like would be that one kid you rarely see because he’s in all the honors and honors college classes, so unless you also get into one there’s a rare chance of seeing him around the school, though when you bump into him, he’s so weirdly passive aggressive, like sorry for breathing wrong I guess???? (He would totally get into a fight for someone stepping on his designer shoes) I could also imagine him pulling the whole “my father will hear of this!!” Crap. Though eventually he’d warm up and be pretty nice! Though wouldn’t wanna show it often in public, but he just might, only for mc of course. Raphael simeon and Luke are most likely those close family friends that you legit forget aren’t actually family because they’re so insanely close, and I can imagine they’re basically the same, though maybe luke isn’t a little speciest. Luke is most likely either just like, a 6th grader that is around sometimes, or is in a higher grade cause he was moved up. Simeon is on ao3, and TOL is totally an on going story he wrote in like the 5th grade and just kept it going because he realized people really really liked it. Levi is probably just one of those WEEEIRRDOOS who got the fics printed out into book format to keep physical copies of lol, rapheal.. I don’t know him very well, though I feel as if he’d be one of those like, eerily quiet kids, not like “the quiet kid” just.. he’s quiet, but you chat with him and he’s a bit of a nerd, not a raging one, but a chill one, and he likes his hedgehog, I could see him carrying a photo of his hedgehog around to show people.

now here’s the gag guys..

barbatos is the exact same, like there is nothing with him that seems different at all, he’s odd, he shows up randomly, he’s very attentive, and has his strong hate/fear of rodents. no one knows if he actually has any classes of his own because he just follows dia around all day long,

but yea, also no I’m not running out of ideas gang lol, this is just one of my many many OM AU’s I think about often, and I guess I’m just in a domestic mood today lol

[lukolalove13]

Yes, another post about the ring. But this is different, I promise!

I'm not gonna beat a dead horse. I think by now all of us (or most of us, at least) have heard about the controversy surrounding the ring.

But what I want to focus on is HOW she's wearing the ring.

From what we know, she publically started to wear the ring in June (at least she's photographed wearing it) on her right hand with the heart pointed in. She is now wearing this on the left hand, heart tip pointed in. Which is how it's worn for marriage.

And what do we know about the ring?

-We know it was commissioned while L and N were on the WT because Chupi said it takes approx. six weeks to create.

So hypothetically, they're somewhere in between Australia and Italy and she decides to get this ring comissioned while she's on her WT with her co-star. Because, doesn't everyone decide to spend time doing that while they're traveling all over the world?!?!

Ok, fine. Maybe I can buy that. They're caught up in the excitement, etc...and she's like "You know, I'd love something to commemorate this moment," so she has it made.

Here are my thoughts on this:

-Why a Claddagh ring?

Nicola is ALL about symbolism. She KNOWS what it means to wear a Claddagh ring and in what position to wear a Claddagh ring. Can she just choose to ignore those "rules", I mean sure, she can. But why would she?

She's been wearing this ring in the "in a relationship" position since she's put it on!

Let that sink in!

So, playing Devil's Advocate, let's just imagine this.

She is on her WT with her co-star and she decides to get a ring made that symbolizes her time on Bridgerton.

She doesn't have it made before, so she can wear it to ALL of their stops. But, maybe it wasn't a thought until they were on their WT.

Ok, fine. So she has this thought 'I want a ring to symbolize my time on Bridgerton' and she doesn't want to wait until the WT is over to get it made. Because, I mean ...why would she? There's a sense of urgency for it. Isn't there?

No?

Oh ok.

Between all the chaos and interviews (where she is probably exhausted) she decides she needs to get this ring made! How is she going to get engaged photographed in Ireland without it?!

So she works with Chupi to create a customized ring. But not just any pretty ring that could symbolize Bridgerton. A Claddagh ring.

So now they're finally on that leg of the tour where they are in Ireland, and she stops by to pickup said ring (with her co-star) but I mean, it IS for Bridgerton. They then precede to spend time alone together with her family. Like any good co-worker/friends would do. And why else wouldn't they? She wants to show them her engagement Bridgerton ring and she wants them to spend some time with her fiance co-star.

Ok, so now we're back to London and it's June and we see this beautiful Claddagh ring she's had made for Bridgerton. BUT, it's in the "in a relationship" status. She knows this. We know this. She knows we know this.

But it's in this position for someone OTHER than her co-star. I mean, Obviously.

Doesn't it make sense to have a ring made while you're traveling the world with the co-star (who you have INSANE chemistry with, btw. So much so that everyone comments on it and you just say 'isnt that nice?' that people think we love each other? We never say we're just friends, because...you know what, why don't we ever say we're just friends? I mean, I'm in a relationship with someone else (atleast according to my ring) and everyone else knows you're in a relationship with someone else. So...don't you think that'll piss off our significant others if we don't clarify that we're "just friends"?

No, oh ok. Guess we're good then. I'll just wear this ring (that symbolizes the season where we were lovers. You know, the ring with rings on the hands that matches ones you wear? The one that we picked up together before you spent some time alone with me and my family) to say I'm in a relationship with this other person. They should totally be ok with that. I mean, they didn't care that we took nighttime walks on the beach alone or discussed how we didn't mind being naked together or the fact that we couldn't stop touching each other. Why would they care about this?

Now doesn't that seem a little...odd?? 🧐

The ring is on Chupi's website. Under the engagement section. It was removed once from that section (for unknown reasons) but it's back now!

[cassiesc0rner]

Impurities VII

Synopsis: You're the new girl at East Highland High, your only goal is to get through school. Until you come across Nate Jacobs

Genre: smut, slight fluff, slight angst

Pairing: Nate x fem!reader

Warnings: manipulation, jealousy, consumption of alcohol,

(semi) drunk sex, p in v, choking, begging, edging, sexual frustration, multiple orgasm, Nate considering non-con impregnation, lmk if I missed anything!

Song rec: Slut me out - NLE Choppa | Get it sexyy - Sexyy Red | Gimme more - Britney Spears | Haunted - Beyonce

WC: +9,8k

Other parts: previous part, next part

A/N: Shout out to Montell Fish’s music for once again helping me write smut, and shout out again to 💿 anon <3. Guess what, I still can’t add links to my posts but you can still find my previous posts on my pinned post. :3

Needless to say, Nate succeeded in getting you drunk, and you clearly had the time of your life.

He was on his way to get you a new drink, when some girls from the cheer squad decided to talk to him. And once he got your drink and returned, you weren't sitting on the couch anymore.

Fuck.

He cursed under his breath, well aware that nothing awful could've happened to you in the span of two minutes. But the thought of you not being under his watch right now, made him feel uneasy.

Nate walked through the crowd, and due to him being taller than most of the guests he could look around with ease. Once he spotted you in one of the corners of the living room he took a deep breath.

It surprised him at first, when he caught you talking to a student you've never even dared to look at— Rachel, the school's top cheerleader and one of the    popular girls.

He wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Sure, he thought it was cute that you socialized way easier, and it was nice that you were hanging out with people he actually knew, but he didn't get you drunk just so you’d leave him to talk to other girls.

He got you drunk because he wanted to have you all to himself, and to have even more power over you than he already had.

Once Nate had seen enough of you and Rachel talking, he decided to join you two. He was tipsy as well, not drunk however since he had to keep his head clear in order to watch out for you.

Which he felt like didn't really work, since he had lost you for a moment.

After he reached the two of you, he slung his arm around your waist, startling you a little since you were so focused on talking to Rachel.

He locked eyes with you, as he stared you down. "Having fun?" his tone was laced with an undertone only Rachel and her friends seemed to pick up on.

"Yeah.. Rachel's really cool," you slurred, as you smiled up at him, to which he simply nodded "did you know–" Nate cut you off, not even paying attention to Rachel "Why don't you come with me for a sec?"

Rachel glanced between the two of you, as she stayed quiet. You sighed and rolled your eyes– something you didn't do a lot around Nate, but it annoyed him nonetheless.

"It was nice meeting you, I'll be back soon." you assured her, still smiling as you wandered off to the hallway with your boyfriend.

Once you two entered the dimly lit hallway, he sighed as he shoved you just slightly, before removing his grip from your arm "What were you doing?" he asked as he leaned down, eyeing you intensely.

You chuckled in confusion "Huh..? What do you mean?" you asked, still too far gone to realize he was being serious "I was just talking to Rachel, you never told me she's so nice. I wouldn't have been so scared of this whole party if I knew everyone's so chill."

Nate placed his hands on your waist as you smiled, blinking up at him. But despite loving it when you admired him, Nate's tone remained stern. "I don't like it when you wander off like that," he said, his eyes boring into yours "especially when you're drunk."

You giggled softly "I'm not drunk, Nate.. maybe a little tipsy. But I was just having fun, isn't that what parties are for?" you pouted. Nate sighs, before putting on a small smile "Yeah of course, but.. I'm just looking out for you. I was confused when you weren't sitting there anymore." he explained.

The alcohol in your system made everything feel way lighter and less serious, resulting in you also not taking Nate serious. "Nate, relax," You laughed, playfully patting his solid chest "I was just having fun it's not that serious." you brushed him off, unaware of the way his jaw clenched as he stared you down.

He clearly didn't find the situation 'funny' or 'not that serious’.

"Not that serious?" he repeated, his grip tightening slightly. "C'mon Nate, I was just talking to her, no need to get so possessive." You didn't realize how your lighthearted comments angered him more and more.

He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. You just smiled at him as your hand wandered from his chest to his cheek, which caused Nate to flinch just slightly "You're cute when you're jealous." you teased.

You stood on your tip toes, and pressed a kiss onto his other cheek "But seriously, I'm not going anywhere so relax a little." you added.

Nate was conflicted: on one side he loved how you tried to reassure him, but he was also angry, because you were too drunk to understand how serious this was for him.

Even though it was his fault you were drunk in the first place.

Suddenly, one of your favourite songs started blasting through the speakers, causing your eyes to widen as you looked at Nate. "We should totally dance I love that song!"

You quickly took his hand, almost dragging him after you, as you made your way back to the living room. Once you started dancing, Nate made sure to stay as close to you as physically possible.

He didn't really dance, he preferred watching you as you closed your eyes and got lost in the music. Your moves were slightly uncoordinated, but Nate still thought you looked incredibly sexy.

Your laughter filled the room as you continued to sway to the song. Nate’s hands were placed on your hips as he looked around from time to time, checking if anyone dared to look your way.

He definitely didn’t miss the way some guys looked at you, even if it was just for a split second. He couldn’t blame them of course, not when you looked so pretty, your energy seemed to captivate everyone else.

At some point you smiled up at him, oblivious to the darkness in his eyes “Come on, Nate!” you whined loudly, over the blasting music “Loosen up a little.”

“I am loose.” he grumbled, but the way his fingers dug into your skin told a different story. You playfully swung your arms around his neck, to pull him closer. “This is your party, you should enjoy it.” you pouted, as you thought back to all the things you did to make this day special.

“I am enjoying it, I enjoy watching you.” He reassured you, as he pulled you against him. You leaned back against his arms as you smirked up at him. “Really?” you asked, as your eyes wandered down to his lips. “I enjoy watching you, too..” you admitted.

Before Nate had the chance to respond, someone bumped into you, completely throwing you out of the moment. Nate shot a glare at the person, ready to snap at the guy, but you quickly reached up to cup his cheek, in an attempt to redirect his attention back to you.

“Hey, it’s okay,” You whispered, your thumb brushing over his warm cheek “I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose..” He took a deep breath, nodding as his gaze slowly shifted back to you.

He was holding himself back so well in front of you, and you didn’t even notice it. You tried to pull him back into the moment, continuing to dance, but Nate had other plans. “I think you’re done dancing. Let’s get some more drinks.”

It sounded like a suggestion, like you had a choice, but Nate already dragged you back into the kitchen. He didn’t plan on staying much longer since he felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode if anyone else would piss him off in the slightest.

When you two reached the kitchen, Nate instantly retrieved two new cups from the counter as you leaned against it, your head leaned back as you closed your eyes.

He looked at you, wanting nothing more than to carry you to his car right away and take you home. But he controlled himself once again, despite his patience being almost non-existent.

He mixed you another drink, making sure to mask the amount of vodka with the juice you liked so much. Then he mixed himself another drink as well, before handing you your cup.

When he grabbed his own cup, he saw you what drinking large sips of your cup. “I love this juice soo much..” you mumbled before finishing your cup, causing Nate to look at you in awe. “Can I have one more?” you chuckled.

Nate nodded, taking a sip of his own drink before placing it back on the counter and mixing you a new one. He tried to hide his smirk as he handed you the cup again.

And just like before you took a few large sips, not emptying the cup this time. After Nate emptied his cup, you two started chatting about some of the guests, and it really only took you a few minutes before you closed your eyes and sighed.

“Jesus.. I feel funny.” you exhaled, feeling the room spin even more than before. You felt so light but so heavy at the same time. Nate frowned as you breathed heavily. “Are you alright?” he asked, as he placed a hand on your cheek.

You nodded before smiling again. “Everything’s fine..” you said, your speech even more slurred than before. “We should probably go home.” Nate offered, hoping you’d agree, but you just whined. “No, no, no… ‘s fine ‘m just… I jus’ need a moment.. Fuck.” you laughed.

Nate sighed, before he noticed someone entering the kitchen. It was Max, and he looked more than concerned when he noticed your current state: Your hair slightly disheveled, your body slumped against the counter and your eyes closed.

You were too far gone to even notice him coming in, despite the door being opened, causing the music to be louder for a moment. It surprised him that you were this drunk, since Nate was around you the entire night.

He probably knew you never got drunk in your life, so why wasn’t he paying more attention? “Woah, Y/n are you okay?” he asked, as he approached you two. You slowly opened your eyes blinking slowly “Max?” You asked as you tilted your head slightly.

He nodded, but before he could say something Nate stepped in “She’s fine, she just drank a bit too much.” Nate responded casually. “I think we’re gonna head home now.” He continued.

Max intervened, “I think you should drink some water first, and see if you need anything else.” Max was well aware that Nate wasn’t pleased with him being worried for his girlfriend, but with your current state he couldn’t really pay attention to what Nate wants.

He quickly prepared you a cup with water, handing it to you “Here you go.” he said, his voice gentle. Max also drank of course, but he never went overboard with it. Especially now since it was his place, he had to take care of the other guests.

“Thanks, Maxie.” you giggled before taking the cup and sipping from it, some of the water running down your chin since your moves were still uncoordinated.

Nate shot you a dangerous look, more than glad that you were about to leave soon.

‘Thanks, Maxie.’

‘Maxie’

He wanted to bash Max’s head in, and he didn’t even do anything. “Do you need anything else? Maybe something to eat? I think there’s still some pizza left from earlier–” Nate quickly interjected “She’s fine, don’t worry..” he said harshly “I’ve got it under control.”

Max ignored Nate’s glare and kept his focus on you. “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/n?” he asked softly, his brows furrowed. “If you’re not feeling well, you shouldn’t be moving around too much.”

You nodded lazily but Nate was done “I told you, she’s fine!” he snapped “We’re just gonna leave, she needs to calm down somewhere quiet, right baby?”

You nodded slowly, as if you needed to process every word. Max nodded too, knowing he won’t be able to convince him. “I can call you guys a cab if you want to.” he offered, but Nate immediately shook his head.

“That’s not necessary, I’ll drive us home.” he declared, his tone dangerous. Max swallowed harshly, unable to believe he’d put you in danger like this. He knew that Nate smoked and drank earlier, so why was he doing this?

Sure, he knew that Nate was reckless and drive even when he drank. But with you in the passenger seat?

He glanced back at you, still worried but also well aware that if he pushed any further, he’d have Nate’s fist printed onto his face. Your hand gripped Nate’s forearm for balance as you looked at Max “I’ll be fine, don’t worry..” you said as you smiled lazily at him.

“Thank you for everything, and the.. the water.” You said as you stumbled past him. “Sure, no problem. Get home safe.” he said before watching you two exit the kitchen.

Once you two were back in the living room, Nate leaned down before sternly saying “We’re leaving. And you’re not gonna talk to him again, you understand?”

You clearly didn't process the possessive edge to his voice, and you were too tired to argue with him, so you just nodded "Yes, sir." you giggled, as you leaned against him.

Nate’s grip on you tightened as he sighed in relief “Good girl.”

When you two left Max's house, the cool air hit you like a truck, which was a good think because you seemed to come to your senses again. Nate led you to his car, roughly opening the passenger door before helping you sit down.

You leaned back, breathing evenly as you waited for Nate to get in, completely forgetting to buckle up. Once he was inside, he shot you a glare "buckle up." he ordered, his voice so low that it took you a moment to process what he said.

You nervously fumbled with the seatbelt, and after a moment of struggling, Nate leaned over, his faces inches away from yours as he snapped it into place. You couldn't help but admire his face, the way his long lashes made him look so innocent from your current position.

"There, all set." he mumbled before pulling out of the driveway and onto the street. The world outside was blurry, the streetlights flashing by as Nate drove much faster than was safe.

But it excited you in a way.

Your head snapped towards him as he started speaking. "Do you have any idea how crazy it drives me, seeing other guys talk to you like that?" He admited, his jaw clenched.

He wanted to yell his frustration out, show you how angry he was at Max for not minding his own business, and at you for just letting him intervene. But he couldn't explode in front of you, not now, not when he still had plans for the night.

You shook your head in response. "I meant it earlier, when I said that you're mine. You're my everything, and it pisses me off, when people like Max make me feel like you're not.."

He clenched his jaw as he gripped the steering wheel. "I want to beat the shit out of him whenever he just fucking looks at you." He continued, before you interrupted him "Nate.. you're driving so fast.." you pointed out, which caused Nate to scoff "Are you scared?"

You slowly shook your head, not sure if you were telling the truth and neither was Nate, so he stepped on the gas pedal, causing you to gasp.

Nate however was having the time of his life, smiling as he raced through the streets. "Nate, s-slow down.." you pleaded.

"That's the first time I've ever heard you say that.." he teased, causing you to hide your face behind your hands. "Aw, Y/n come on," Nate cooed "I just wanna get you home fast." he added, as he slowed down a little bit.

You sighed in relief, before you nodded. His hand made its way to your cold thigh, squeezing it as his eyes were glued to the road.

He tried to ignore it, but he had problems focusing. Not only because you were next to him and he was impatient, but also because of the alcohol in his system.

Every once in a while when he'd mix you a new drink, he'd also pour himself a cup. Sure, he was nowhere near as drunk as you were, but he was definitely tipsy.

And the way you looked at him didn't make it any easier for him. When the car came to a stop at a red light, he glared at you, as his grip on the steering wheel tightened "Keep looking at me like that, and we won't make it home."

You blinked at him, before furrowing your brows in confusion—which was so cute it made him want you even more. "Why?" You asked as your tilted your head in confusion.

Nate let out a low chuckle at your innocent question. "Why?" He echoed, as he smiled "Because I'll pull over right now and take you in my car, even if we're not far away from home." he promised, his hand wandering higher up your thigh.

Your breath hitched as you looked at him once more "Noo.. 's not comfortable in a car." You pouted, despite involuntarily spreading your thighs apart for his hand.

Nate chuckled once he noticed, slowly retrieving his hand in a testing way. "Good thing we're almost there." he murmured, retrieving his hand teasingly slow as he watched your reaction. 

Once the traffic lights turned green again, Nate wasted no time, stepping on the gas pedal to make a sharp turn into his street. The car roared forward, tires screeching as he pulled into his driveway at an insane speed.

Before you could fully process it the engine turned off, leaving you both in deafening silence. Nate quickly turned towards you to unbuckle you.

Just as your hand reached for the door handle, his fingers wrapped around your arm—tight, almost bruising. He yanked you back toward him, his eyes burning into yours, and the intensity of his gaze both feared and excited to you.

The silence between you was heavy, you could hear nothing but the pounding of your own heart, each beat echoing in your ears.

But then, just as quickly as the storm in his eyes had flared, it disappeared. Nate exhaled slowly, his grip loosening before he let go entirely. He shoved his door open and stepped out, slamming it shut behind him with enough force to make the car shudder.

You sat there, stunned, your arm tingling where his fingers had been. What just happened? You barely had a moment to catch your breath before your door was ripped open.

Nate stood there, his eyes dark and unreadable. Without a word, he reached down, hands firm but careful this time, and lifted you effortlessly out of the car.

You gasped as he lifted you up and hoisted you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, your legs dangling in front of his chest. "N-Nate–" you yelped, as you tried to hold onto anything.

Nate just chuckled darkly before lightly slapping your thigh just enough to make you gasp. "What?" he asked obliviously, as he took several steps toward his front door.

They way he was able to simply swing you over his shoulder, with no effort whatsoever sent a wave of heat through you. "Let me down.." you said, but your voice was more breathless than demanding.

"I will, don't worry." he assured you, and despite not being able to see his face, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

He reached his front door, unlocking it with one hand before finally entering. You still whined, the position you were in and the motion of him walking making you dizzy "Nate..." You complained, but Nate was quick to shut you up with a harsh slap on your butt.

You gasped, involuntarily rubbing your thighs together—which of course didn't go unnoticed by Nate. "Hey.. what was that for?" You pouted as your cheeks heated up.

"For whining so damn much." he retorted before finally lifting you off his shoulder and onto the ground. Once you stood in front of him, in the dark hallway, he glanced down at you with the same intensity he had in the car. He was quick to kick his shoes off, waiting for you to do the same, but you only stared at him with that look.

You just opened your mouth to talk, when Nate grabbed your face and leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was messy due to you being drunk, and caught off guard, but Nate didn't care. He pushed both of you against the nearest wall, a small thud following as you knocked something over on the small cabinet that stood there.

But Nate didn't really pay it any mind, too hellbent on feeling you, to care. His lips were back on you in a split second, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before tugging it gently.

You whimpered into his mouth when his hands roughly bunched your dress up, his movements becoming more desperate and urgent. He was just about to bunch it up far enough to catch a glimpse of your panties when—

click

Both of you froze, as you looked at the source of the sound, the hallway suddenly way brighter than before.

Standing just a few feet away was Nate's mom, looking both tired and surprised as she took in the scene in front of her: You pinned against the wall, hair disheveled and by the look of your face, definitively not sober.

Nate quickly let go of you before he ran a hand through his hair. You stumbled slightly at the loss of stability, but Nate was quick to steady you again. "Jesus, Nate," She sighed, somehow still relieved that it was just you two and not an intruder.

The tone of her voice seemed to wake you up from the state you were in. You scrambled to push your dress down again

"I-I.. Um.. we're so sorry." you nervously rambled, "Mom," Nate interrupted, his tone stern as he slowly looked towards her. "why are you up?"

Great, just what he needed.

Of course he wasn't embarrassed, he couldn't care less about his mom seeing you two like this. But he was mad at himself, for not taking you upstairs right away.

His mom scoffed "I woke up because of the noise. I thought someone broke into our house, Nate." You looked to the ground, you were so ashamed that you started to sober up a little bit.

"Sorry, didn't think we'd wake you up." He replied, almost too nonchalant. "Of course you didn't." She muttered, as she narrowed her eyes at him before glancing at you "Y/n, honey, are you okay? You look like you've had a little too much.."

You nodded slowly, trying to stammer out a response, but Nate was quick to speak for you "She's fine, I was just about to get her to bed." His mom nodded, but her face gave away that she didn't believe it. "Yeah, sure."

Nate rolled his eyes, before pulling you away from the wall "Good night, mom." he said, before walking you towards the stairs "Good Night, Marsha." you called out, before walking upstairs with Nate.

Once you two made your way into Nate's room, he was quick to close the door behind him. "Fucking finally.." He groaned, as he quickly locked his door. Then he turned towards you, taking in the sight of your flushed face.

He approached you with deliberate steps, and that alone got you more excited of what was to come. Without saying another word he closed the distance between you two, as his lips found yours in a heated kiss.

You whined in response, which enabled him to finally lead you over to his bed. He kissed you one last time, before pushing you onto his bed, your heel clad feet still outside.

He slowly went down on his knees, something you didn't expect to ever happen. His gaze was fixated on your feet as his hands slowly removed one of your heels "You know that I'd do anything for you, right?" he asked, his tone calmer than before.

You nodded, as you kept your gaze locked on his hands "And you know that I'm never gonna let anyone come between us, right?" you nodded again, slightly confused.

Nate placed one shoe onto the floor, before tending towards your other foot "Not even my parents?" You asked quietly, as you remembered their off putting behaviour earlier.

Nate looked up at you "Not even your parents." he assured you, wondering why you suddenly thought of them, and not the countless guys that can't help but stare at you every day. "Why do you ask?" He finally asked.

You shrugged "I don't know.. They were acting weird earlier. I feel like they're plotting something to break us up.." you admitted. "I didn't want to tell you earlier, because I wanted you to enjoy your party.”

Nate clenched his jaw, not because he was angry at you for telling him now, he was angry at your parents for constantly making you worry.

They're bad for you, no doubt. And he couldn't wait for the day you'd be free from them.

"Don't worry, princess," he cooed, as his hand wandered towards your knee, rubbing it comfortingly "You'll always be mine, they're not gonna stop me. Never." he assured you, before finally removing your other shoe and placing it next to the other one.

Then he stood up again, before disposing his shirt and tossing it onto the floor. Your eyes immediately moved from his face to his chest, still in awe at how muscular he was at his age.

When your hand reached out to touch him, he reached for it, before guiding it over his abs, down to the waistband of his jeans. He presses your palm against the growing bulge there.

"Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me," he rasps, his eyes closed as he enjoys your touch. Your eyes widen as you feel him in your hands. "Is that why you wanted to get home so fast?" You grinned, still bold because of the alcohol in your system.

Nate nodded, chuckling darkly "I wanted to leave with you the moment I saw you in that dress." he admitted, before opening his eyes, the sight of your face so close to his crotch almost ripped a moan from him.

What if he'd just use your mouth until you begged him to let you breathe again? Was all he could think about. It was your fault for looking up at him so innocently.

But once again he stayed strong. He didn't want your first blowjob to be while you're shitfaced, he wanted you to be fully aware while you do it.

When you felt him twitch in your hand, you removed your hand, blinking quickly "Is everything okay?" you asked concerned "Yeah, I just got lost in thoughts." he explained.

When your hand moved back to his jeans, and fumbled with his belt, he chuckled "Are you that impatient, baby?" he asked, his tone teasing. But you smirked in response "I think you're the one who's impatient." You retorted, a smirk etched onto your face that set something off in Nate.

You were so.. bold.

But it didn't bother him. In fact, it made him want to use you in every way possible, because he knew the moment he'd be inside you, that bratty attitude would disappear.

He always was so gentle with you, because he had no reason to be rough. But if you kept that act up, he might have to change his ways for the night. "Careful baby, you don't wanna make me mad." He warned, but his tone was still playful.

You pressed your thighs together at the subtle warning, god you needed him so bad. "Maybe I do." You smiled, before you realized what just slipped out of your mouth.

Nate scoffed, looking down at you as if you were the most prized possession ever. "Yeah? You think you could handle me getting mad?" Nate's voice was calm, as if he was testing the waters. His hands moved down to grip your thighs tightly as he bent down. "Because baby, I don't think you can."

"Try me." you challenged him playfully, clearly unaware of what you'd get yourself into. He chuckled drily as he shook his head. Then his gaze moved back to your face "I mean," you started as you shyly looked down "maybe you'll actually enjoy it that way.."

Nate's brows furrowed, as he tried to understand what you're implying "What do you mean?" he finally asked. You were fidgeting with your fingers as you pouted.

"I don't know.. I just feel like you're not fully enjoying it. At first I thought it's because I'm not attractive enough or anything," you stated, which resulted in Nate furrowing his brows even further because he couldn't believe you actually still thought that way. "but now I just think.. you're hiding something from me."

Why did you have to be so cute?

He searched your eyes, looking for a sign that he could tell you the truth without you being weirded out. Of course he enjoyed having sex with you, even when he wasn't his usual rough self. But even he couldn't deny the fact that he was holding back all the time.

He sighed before trying to find a way to explain it to you "I'm not hiding anything from you, it's just... I don't want to hurt you, or make you feel uncomfortable.." he explained.

You tilted your head, as you looked at him in confusion. "But I am comfortable with you. And.. if I'm uncomfortable with whatever it is you'd do, I'd tell you and we can just.. do something else." You assured him with a smile. He knew you wouldn't tell him you're uncomfortable.

You never did.

You didn't when Nate made you change your style, You didn't when Nate asked you to try on the lingerie and you sure as hell didn't, when he drove like a lunatic earlier.

Did he use that to his advantage? Definitely, but at the end of the day you can't be mad at him for crossing the line when you're too scared to tell him, right?

Nate sighed in response before shaking his head. You pouted as you looked up at him "What is it Nate.. tell me what you like." you pushed, to which Nate shook his head again "What is so bad that you can't even tell me?"

His jaw tensed, and for a moment it was so quiet, you thought he might ignore the question and get mad "I like control." he responded to which you furrowed your brows "But.. you are in control already.." you trailed off, confused by what he meant.

"Not like that, princess." he chuckled darkly, his patience wearing thin "Then how?" you pressed, your tone soft but insistent.

He ran his hand through his hair, sighing as he tried to find the right words "I don't just want control. I want all of you, completely." you blinked up at him, still as confused as before "But you have me, Nate." you whispered sincerely.

He shook his head, "Not the way I want." he finally admitted. "Then show me, or tell me how you want me." you whined as you looked up at him.

Nate searched your eyes for any sign of fear or doubt, but when he found none, he decided to tell you. He knew you still weren't sober, which meant that you'd react to it more casually.

And who knows, maybe you'd even forget about all of this once you'd wake up tomorrow. "I wanna make you beg for me, cry for me, fuck I just.." He groaned as he closed his eyes in an attempt to calm down.

But you still sat there, not even scared, like he feared. "Nate, I already told you that you can be yourself with me, and that I understand you. That also applies to this." You reminded him, as you took his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You didn't want to admit it, the fact that you were excited, and that the thought of him being a little rougher ignited something within you. But you feared you might have to, in order to convince him to fully let go.

"And who knows.." you started, your tone playful, "maybe I'll like it better that way, too." you smirked, knowing that you probably would. "Let's just try it out, yeah?" you pressed, hoping to coax him in somehow.

He didn't respond, and the room filled with silence as he contemplated your words once more. With one final nod he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, a stark contrast for what was to come.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours as he whispered "I love you so fucking much, you know that?" you nodded, a soft smile on your lips. "I love you too."

He smiled back, but his smile didn't last long, as if a flip switched, his smile was replaced by an expression that made your stomach flip– a mix of hunger and want so intense, it felt like you've never seen it before.

His hands moved to the straps of your dress, his touch precise as he slid them down your arms. Once he reached your waist, he gave you a commanding look "Lift your hips for me, baby."

You immediately obeyed, as he pulled the dress off, leaving you in the special lingerie set Nate had bought you.

The one you wore during your first time.

His breath hitched for a moment before he chuckled breathlessly "Fuck.." he shook his head "you're insane." he declared, as his gaze lingered on your body.

You giggled in return "Am I?" you purred, as you shifted onto your knees and crawled further up the bed, giving him a perfect view of your backside.

For a moment he thought he'd lose it.

He'd already lose his mind when you were shy and anxious around him, always needing his reassurance for everything. But this? Seeing you all confident and seductive, almost as if you felt like you were in charge, probably turned him on just as much.

Because he knew he had the power to turn you into a mess in no time.

Nate was quick to undo his belt, and for some reason the sound of his belt clacking made you feel even more excited. Once he got rid of his pants, he climbed onto his bed, hovering over you.

You swallowed harshly, almost feeling like you got into trouble. He pushed one knee between your thighs, his two hands placed next to your head as he caged you under him.

"I'm gonna ruin you tonight." he simply stated, as his eyes bore into yours. But you only nodded and smiled up at him.

He leaned down towards your neck, his mouth leaving wet kisses along your sensitive skin, and for some reason that simple action already ripped a moan from you.

his kisses started becoming more hectic, until he finally started sucking a hickey onto your lower neck. You gasped, caught off guard by the pain, but growing to like it as your hand flew to his hair. "Mmh.. Nate.." you hummed, the ache between your thighs growing stronger.

Nate noticed it as well, simply by the way you started squirming under him, and the increasing speed of your breathing.

He lifted his head to look at you, smirking as he saw the desperation in your face. His hand moved down over your stomach, causing you to shudder, until it reached the waistband of your panties.

"You're so sensitive tonight," Nate chuckled when his hand wandered further down, feeling the wet patch on your panties.

Your mouth parted slightly when his fingers pressed onto the damp spot, your hips bucking up in response. "What got you so worked up?" He added, his finger moving in circular motions.

You struggled to form a coherent sentence, the only thing leaving your mouth being gasps and broken moans. "I-I.." Nate chuckled as he watched you struggle. "we h-haven't done this in... so long.. fuck." you interrupted yourself, as Nate slid past your panties and inserted one finger into you.

He could feel how tight you were, clearly proving your point. "Mhm, you're right.." he nodded, as he felt your walls pulsate around him "You could've just told me that you needed me." he muttered, before kissing along your jaw.

"You know I'd never turn you down." he added, before plunging another finger inside. You nodded as a whimper escaped your lips "I-I know.." you whined, as your hands fisted the bed sheets.

Nate paid close attention to your face, as your brows furrowed in concentration. When he angled his fingers higher, he watched as your eyes widened, and your breathing became more irregular.

"Right here?" he asked cockily, speeding up his movements. You nodded as a string of moans left your lips. "Fuck.. oh my god.." you groaned.

Nate loved it when you'd curse, not only did you sound incredibly hot while you did it, it also felt like he was ruining you more and more.

He knew you were close, so close to your release, but he couldn't allow you to cum yet. Not when he wanted you to beg for him. With one final run against your way too sensitive clit, he withdrew his fingers, and you immediately felt empty.

You looked up at him as if you couldn't believe what just happened, but Nate just chuckled "Relax, I just wanted to remove your panties." He lied, as his hands moved back to your waistband, this time he didn't even need to tell you to lift your hips before he pulled them off in one swift move.

He hummed in approval, before leaning down to press kisses onto your soft stomach. You squirmed in response, desperately trying to move higher up the bed just to feel his mouth closer to– "Why are you moving so much?"

Nate pulled you back down, before he continued to kiss along your belly "Nate, please.." you whined, causing Nate to smirk against your skin. "Yeah?" he asked, as he glanced up at you. "Can you.. use your fingers again?"

He nodded, before dragging his fingers along your abdomen, "Like this?" he asked with a completely straight face. You only groaned in response "No not like that!" you retorted, as your hand moved down to his wrist, attempting to drag his hand further south.

But to your surprise, his hand didn't budge a bit "Nate!" you scolded, sulking as you looked at him "Yeah?" he deadpanned, clearly aware of what you wanted "You need to be more specific with what you want, Baby." he explained.

You pouted "Can't I show you what I want?" you tried to move his hand lower, but again, he didn't budge. He shook his head in response "No, but you can tell me what you want."

You huffed, before rolling your eyes "I want your fingers, inside me." you instructed, your tone way too bratty for his liking. His eyes turned dark as he glared at you "So demanding.. why don't you beg for it then?"

You scoffed, unable to believe he was being serious "Nate, please, I'm begging you." you pleaded, still trying to wiggle into the right position. "That didn't sound like begging, more like.. pleading." He rasped as he traced his fingers lower, until they brushed lightly over your clit.

You gasped, still bucking your hips in search for stimulation. "Nate, please, I-I already begged." You whined, to which Nate hummed "Yeah, but it didn't sound convincing the first time." he responded, before circling a finger over your entrance, his eyes practically glued to your face.

You continued to move around, until he placed his other hand onto your stomach to hold you down. "Nate!" you whimpered, as you threw your head back. "Please, please." You begged once more, the sound music to his ears, "Please what?" he responded, his finger still circling your hole.

"I need your fingers.. inside me, please." You breathed out. He nodded, "Good girl." he said, before moving further up, his face inches away from yours. You looked up at him, your eyes slightly glossy.

When he finally plunged two fingers back into you with ease, your eyes rolled back, enjoying the moment. But it was only short lived because Nate was quick to pull them out again, still not done teasing you. You whined again, close to sobbing.

He held them up for you to see "Look at that," he stated, scissoring his fingers, the string of your wetness connecting them "See how wet you are already?" he asked condescendingly, knowing you'd probably turn shy again.

Except, you didn't.

You were way too desperate to be shy "I know, please, why did you stop?" you pouted instead, not even paying attention to the way his fingers were glistening.

Nate scoffed before complying and pushing them back inside, his eyes never leaving yours. You moaned in relief, relaxing again as he pumped them in and out.

You closed your eyes when his thumb started to toy with your nub, but opened them just as fast when he halted his movements. "Keep your eyes open." He demanded before continuing, "W-why?" you asked, as you blinked up at him.

"I want you to look at me." he reasoned, before leaning down even further, his hot breath fanning over your face. You tilted your head, your lips parting as if you silently asked for a kiss.

And he knew, of course he knew, his mouth curving into a smile. He leaned down just enough for his lips to brush over yours.

The soft touch, made your breath hitch and you instinctively chased his lips, but he kept pulling back, only allowing your lips to brush against his.

When you whined, your eyes turning glossy once again, he finally leaned in, kissing you deeply, as his fingers moved faster. You moaned into his mouth as your brows furrowed, you were close. So close again.

When Nate broke the kiss, his lips still millimeters away from yours you panted "I'm close.." you whimpered, "Yeah?" he asked, as he felt you clench around him, ready to finally let go. You nodded, bracing yourself as your hand moved to his shoulder.

You were about to let the feeling of bliss and relief wash over you, but Nate removed his hand completely from your mound. And you just stared up at him, tears clouding your vision as you were unable to believe he did that.

You sobbed, as your orgasm slipped away. Your hand was quick to move down, ready to relieve yourself but just as you reached your clit, Nate's strong hand gripped yours and pinned it down, next to your head.

You sobbed again, tears rolling down the side of your face as you panted. And Nate was reeling, he was sure that there hasn't been a single moment in his life were he was this hard.

He couldn't even say anything, for a moment he just watched you cry and struggle under him. "W-why are you.. why did you d-do that?" you sobbed, waiting for him to do something, anything.

He cooed, as his hand came up to wipe your tears away. "I'm sorry, Baby." He apologized, but even in your current state you could tell he wasn't serious.

He slid off the bed to remove his boxers, when he saw your hungry gaze, he chuckled. "Do you wanna take 'em off for me?" He asked, as he stepped closer to you. And as if on command, you rolled over towards him.

Nate waited until your shaky hands pulled his boxers down, his length slapping against his stomach as he stepped out of his boxers. You almost audibly moaned at the mere sight, still shocked by how big he is, especially up close.

Your hand stretched out to touch him, but Nate's hand was wrapped around your wrist once again. You looked up at him through your wet lashes, as if you were waiting for him to let go so you could touch him.

"Say please." He demanded softly, and you immediately obliged. "Please." You whispered. He removed his grip on you, watching intently as you wrapped your hand around him, stroking his erection softly.

Nate groaned, until you looked up at him again "Can I try... Can I.. put it in my mouth?" You asked eagerly, your tongue swiping over your lips.

The question caught him off guard, but he still nodded "Go ahead, princess, but be careful." he warned, knowing how inexperienced you were.

You nodded before opening your mouth wide, your hand slowly leading his head into your mouth. Nate inhaled sharply when his leaking tip came in contact with your tongue.

You wrapped your mouth around his head, trying to get used to the foreign feeling, and the salty taste of his precum. You looked up at him for a second, until his intense gaze became too much for you.

Nate chuckled breathlessly "No, keep looking at me." he rasped. His resolve was starting to crumble, as he looked into your shy eyes. You were determined to take more of him into your mouth.

Nate threaded his hand through your hair, as he watched you struggle. The urge to push your head further down, and force his cock down your throat was immense.

But he couldn't afford to break your trust, so he slowly pulled you off, a string of saliva connecting your mouth with his length. And as if on instinct, your head leaned in again, ready to take him back into your mouth.

Nate tightened his grip on your hair, as he chuckled darkly "Look at you," he taunted "so fucking needy for my cock." You whined in response, starting to feel shy again as you averted your gaze. Nate tugged on your hair, causing you to gasp and look back up at him. "Did you like it?" he asked, to which you nodded.

"Yeah, I bet you did.." he scoffed, as his gaze wandered to your thighs, which were desperately rubbing against each other. "Nate.. please." You whined as your desperation for him grew.

"Please what?" He pressed, despite knowing what you were asking for "Please fuck me, Nate, I'm begging you." You nearly cried out.

Nate groaned in response, in love with the way you begged for him. He nodded, removing his hand from your hair before he slid back into his bed. You turned back onto your back, your legs instantly welcoming him back.

He wanted to degrade you so bad.

When he hovered above you, he leaned down again, kissing along your collarbone and your neck, just to torture you further. When he heard you whimper and beg again, he decided to lift his head and stop, before his hands wandered below your back to unclasp your bra.

Once the bra was roses anywhere in his room, his mouth was back on you, this time on your breasts. Usually you loved having his mouth on you, but right now you needed him to be inside you. So you begged again, hoping he'd finally give in.

And he almost did.

He brushed the tip of his dick against your nub, causing you to shudder beneath him. He was just about to sink into you when he realized something.

He wasn't wearing a condom.

He knew you were too far gone to care or to realize, but he wasn't. He wanted to push the doubts aside, especially when he looked into your eyes, seeing the way you were aching for him.

But what about the consequences? Would it be in his favour if you'd end up pregnant? Maybe your parents would take you away from him, move again, or maybe, just maybe, it'd tie you two together in a way that no one— not Max, or your parents, or anyone else— could undo.

The thought hit him like a truck, it was so wrong but he just couldn't help himself. The thought of getting you pregnant was terrifyingly tempting.

And you were completely oblivious, what if this was his only chance? The only chance to make the right thing for both of you?

But he also knew that it wouldn't be as easy as he imagined it to be. You would be angry at him, because you trusted him, you'd know that he wasn't drunk enough to 'accidentally' get you pregnant.

But maybe he could explain it to you, maybe you'd understand—"Nate..? What's wrong?" You whispered, worried you had upset him somehow. Were you being too needy? Was he angry?

His jaw clenched as he tried to make a decision, his hand gripping your thigh so hard you were sure it would bruise. "You're mine.. right?" he suddenly asked, his tone serious.

You smiled, your fingers trailing up his arm, "Always." you whispered, your voice soft and breathless.

Always— that word, the way you reassured him.

His grip on your thighs remained tight as he hesitated, frozen in place. You didn't even notice, shifting beneath him impatiently, almost as if you were luring him in to give in.

God, he wanted to, he wanted nothing else in that moment. The thought of making you his once again, was intoxicating.

But you were drunk, and as much as he internally screamed at himself to do it, another part—one that you had practically implanted in him during the time of your relationship—told him to stop.

You deserved this, you deserved a chance to think this through. This could, and would, change everything, and he wasn't in the position to decide that now.

He nodded, before he reached over the bedside table and retrieved a condom from one of the drawers. He quickly ripped the package and tossed it away, before sliding it over his by now painfully hard erection.

His jaw was still clenched however, and he was confused by how much you had changed him. It bothered him in a way, made him feel like he became soft. Usually he wouldn't give a fuck about something being wrong.

What were you doing to him?

He lined up with your entrance, before immediately diving into you with ease, a groan leaving his lips as you immediately clenched around him. Your eyes rolled back as you released a long moan, more than happy that you finally got what you wanted.

He groaned as he set a ruthless pace, slamming into you as you tried to catch your breath. Nate grabbed your thighs and pushed them further towards your chest, allowing him to go even deeper.

It was as if a flip switched inside him. He seemed so calm just a moment ago, but now he was beyond frustrated, both because he held back this entire time, and because he didn't like the effect you had on him.

You didn't care though, completely blending his voice out as you tried to finally reach your high. You knew he was talking to you, saying something about how you were changing him, and how he was about to ruin you now, but despite all that, you were too focused on the feeling of his deep inside you.

Until his hand was suddenly wrapped around your throat.

Your eyes shot open as you stared at him "I said fucking look at me." he gritted through his teeth, his pace not faltering one bit. You blinked up at him as his hand tightened.

Based on the look on his face, you should be scared and try to calm him down. But you weren't scared, in fact it turned you on even more, because it was such a stark contrast to the way he usually treated you.

This is what you meant when you told him to let go, and to be himself. "Nate." You choked out, your eyes once again glassing over. It took him a moment to realize how hard he squeezed your throat.

And it turned him on so much.

The fact that he got to decide whether you'll breathe or not was so thrilling, but it quickly reminded him of the way he choked Maddy and how much of a deal it was.

He grunted, just about to loosen his grip, when he felt you clench around him, your pussy literally pulsating as you stared up at him. He smirked as he looked down at you, halting his movements "Fuck.. you're into this, aren't you?" he taunted.

When you didn't respond and only whined because he stopped rutting into you, he chuckled mockingly "You're acting like a fucking slut." he spat, as he leaned down closer, watching tears form in your eyes again.

He loosened his grip, allowing you to talk. But you only coughed and cried out "Nate p-please.. I was so close.." you sobbed, your voice raspy from the rough treatment Nate gave you just mere seconds ago.

He blinked, unable to believe you were solely focused on the fact that he stopped pleasuring you, instead of the the fact that he degraded you.

"I know, baby.." He slowly continued moving again, causing your eyes to roll back immediately as you moaned loudly. "It's just so much fun to tease you, I can't help myself.. You look so pretty when you cry for me." He explained as he trusted into you harder again.

You panted as your hand wrapped around Nate's wrist. Not because you wanted to pull his hand away from your throat, but because you just needed something to hold onto as he wrecked you. "Nate, I'm gonna cum.. fuck.." you warned, knowing this one would be intense.

He nodded squeezing your throat once again "Beg for it.. beg for me to let you cum." you didn't waste any time as you begged, "Please, fuck.. Nate please.." you whimpered, continuing to plead as tears were starting to build up again.

Nate would love to continue watching you like this: desperate, fucked out, crying, but he decided you must've suffered enough. So his hand moved from your throat down your body until his thumb landed on your clit.

You started panting, getting closer and closer to your orgasm until the relief finally washed over you. You felt the world blur around you as you let the intense feeling wash over you.

Nate watched in awe as your face started to contort in pleasure, knowing he was the reason. It brought him closer to his release, as he continued to thrust into you.

You blinked up at him as you lazily shook your head, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Nate only chuckled "What? Too much?" when you nodded, he continued "Weren't you begging for this just a moment ago? I think you can take it baby.."

You whimpered as he continued to push into you, it all felt too much for you as your shaky hand reached out for his cheek "Nate.. 's too much.." you whispered shakily.

Nate groaned in response, getting closer and closer. He just couldn't stop pounding into you, it felt too good to stop, and you sounded and looked so pretty.

Your eyes rolled back as Nate continued to hit all the right spots, despite you being sensitive and completely overwhelmed by the feeling you couldn’t help it. It all felt too good.

"Fuck.." Nate groaned when you squeezed him tightly. He knew he could make you cum again, and he was going to do it.

His mouth was glued onto your neck as he continued to flick your way too sensitive clit “Gonna be a good girl and cum for me again?” he mumbled onto your skin as his thrust grew more deliberate.

The way he called you a good girl had your eyes rolling back into your skull. His rhythm faltered slightly as he fought to hold back. His mind was filled with you —your sounds, the faint scent of your perfume mixed with your very own scent, how perfect you looked beneath him.

“Nate!” You moaned, the only thing on your mind as you reached your high a second time. As your walls contracted around him, his thrusts grew erratic, he removed his hand from your clit and gripped your thighs as he rammed into you with force.

His body seemed to move on pure instinct, his muscles tensed as he released a low guttural moan, cursing as his climax finally washed over him. He shuddered as he emptied himself inside you, wishing the condom wasn’t between you both.

He savoured every second of his orgasm as he buried himself deep inside you one final time, his head resting in your neck. Your shallow breathing filled the room, as you laid there sprawled out.

Your eyes were closed as you tried to catch your breath. You almost felt weightless as you almost drifted off to sleep. Nate noticed that, as he looked at your face. His thumb stroked gently asking your cheek “Y/n?” he called out softly.

Your eyes opened slowly “Yeah..” you managed to whisper. Nate chuckled once he was aware that you’re fine. “Too much for you, huh?” he taunted, his voice showing signs of pride and satisfaction.

You gave him a weak smile as you shook your head. “No..” You protested, but Nate was clearly aware that you were about to pass out any moment. He chuckled as he slowly pulled out of you, drawing a groan from you.

He sighed, as he removed the condom and threw it into the bin. He wanted to draw you a bath and dress you into his shirt, but as he got out of bed you pulled the blanket over you and rolled onto the side without uttering another word.

He just stared at you for a minute, admiring his work as he took in the sight of your disheveled hair, the marks on your neck—for which you’d definitely scold him later on.

He went to the bathroom to freshen up a little, before he walked to his bed, turned the lights off, and laid down next to you, pulling you against him as he did.

You truly were his

✎ Jesus this took so long lmao, but I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter (even if it’s basically just smut💀) again, feel free to leave nee feedback because it always helps me improve!! ♡

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[en-eunhee]

✶ ܃ i LOVE YOU, i'M SORRY ( 이희승 ) ───𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 "𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌"

𝑜𝑓 𓈒 heeseung x 8th member!eunhee 1OOOwc. ── idol au, 8th member au, fluff 。。 slight skinship, eunhee being PAINFULLY oblivious : ARCHiVE

다니 ⦂ who decided to come back to this account ? sorry for being so IA ㅠㅠ,, i promise i'll be more active as i have a few unfinished works

HEESEUNG DIDN'T THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT IT AT FIRST. it was a cold night, and the group had just wrapped up an event. eunhee had forgotten her coat—typical. she always seemed to misplace little things, leaving a trail of herself everywhere they went. he had noticed it early on, the way she’d leave a water bottle here, a scarf there. but tonight, her shivering was hard to ignore.

he didn't say a word as he shrugged his jacket off and draped it over her shoulders.

“oh,” she blinked, startled, looking up at him. “thanks, hee.”

she smiled, the kind that made her nose wrinkle just a little, a small quirk he had grown fond of without realizing it.

“you’ll freeze if you don’t wear it,” he replied, brushing her concern off.

“i’ll survive,” he said, hands in his pockets now, willing his body to adjust to the chill.

eunhee didn’t say much after that, just pulled the jacket tighter around herself. maybe it was the way her face softened, gratitude clear even if she didn’t say it out loud. maybe it was how natural it felt to do something like this for her, how easy it was to care for her without thinking twice.

heeseung was starting to realize he didn’t just do things like this for everyone.

heeseung noticed it again during practice. eunhee was laughing at one of jake’s dumb jokes, and there it was—that wrinkle in her nose when she smiled, the kind that felt so genuinely her. it wasn’t just the laugh itself, though that was nice too, melodic in a way he’d never tire of. it was the little details, like the way her head tilted slightly back or how she covered her mouth with her hand, as if trying to contain the joy.

“heeseung, you good?”

jay’s voice snapped him out of it.

“huh?” he blinked, realizing he’d been staring.

jay raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “you’ve been spacing out for like, five minutes.”

heeseung waved him off, mumbling something about being tired. he wasn’t going to admit he’d been fixated on eunhee’s smile again. that would mean confronting thoughts he wasn’t ready for, thoughts that were becoming more frequent and harder to ignore.

“hold this for me?”

eunhee barely waited for a response before shoving her water bottle and phone into his hands.

“yeah, sure,” he muttered, adjusting his grip as she tied her shoelaces.

it wasn’t the first time. eunhee always handed him her things without a second thought, trusting him to keep them safe while she did something or got distracted by something else. he never minded, though he wasn’t sure when it became such a habit.

“thanks, hee,” she said, flashing him that easy smile of hers.

“no problem,” he replied, though his heart was doing something weird again.

heeseung doesn’t think much of it at first.

they’re at the airport, waiting for their flight to another tour stop. eunhee, as usual, is beside him, eyes crinkling as she smiles at something jay says.

eunhee reaches for his hand.

it’s casual, like she doesn’t even think twice about it. her fingers wrapping around his palm, and he feels her thumb brush against his skin as she pulls him toward the security checkpoint.

“don’t get lost,” she says through a laugh, and heeseung blinks down at their hands.

this isn’t what friends do.

he looks at her out of the corner of his eye, at the way her hair falls over her shoulders, at the tiny frown she wears as she concentrates on weaving them through the crowd.

it’s not the first time they’ve held hands. on stage, during rehearsals, in front of fans—he’s done it before. it’s part of the job.

but this isn’t the same.

she doesn’t let go until they’re seated at the gate, and even then, he feels the phantom weight of her hand in his.

that night, lying in his hotel bed, he stares at the ceiling and thinks about how easy it was for her. how natural.

he thinks about how his heart wouldn’t stop racing.

heeseung doesn’t know when he started watching her like this.

it’s their second tour, and they’re midway through the setlist. eunhee’s solo is next, and he’s already perched on the side of the stage, a bottle of water in his hand, pretending he’s not waiting for her.

the lights dim, and the crowd erupts as the opening notes of her song fill the arena.

she steps into the spotlight, and heeseung feels it hit him like it always does.

eunhee is captivating.

but it’s not just her performance. it’s her.

heeseung’s eyes follow the way her hair whips as she turns, the way her expression shifts from soft to intense and back again.

“you’re staring again,” sunghoon whispers from beside him, nudging him with his elbow, and heeseung flinches, tearing his gaze away.

“no, i’m not,” he says quickly, but sunghoon just raises an eyebrow, unconvinced.

heeseung doesn’t bother arguing. instead, he turns back toward the stage, his grip tightening around the water bottle as he watches eunhee hit the high note.

the crowd roars, but he doesn’t hear it.

all he can hear is her. she glances toward where the members are watching, her eyes briefly meeting his, and she flashes a small, almost shy smile.

heeseung feels his heart stop.

it’s just eunhee being eunhee, he tells himself as she disappears backstage. she’s like that with everyone.

but the way his pulse pounds in his ears says otherwise.

eunhee is oblivious, and it drives heeseung insane.

he doesn’t know how she does it—how she can be so close, so present, and not notice the way she affects him.

like now.

they’re at the dorm, sitting on the couch after a long day of rehearsals. eunhee is beside him, her legs tucked under her, scrolling through her phone.

“should we watch a movie?” she asks, turning to him, and he blinks, caught off guard.

“uh, sure,” he says, trying not to sound as awkward as he feels.

she grins, leaning forward to grab the remote, and heeseung watches as a strand of hair falls into her face. without thinking, he reaches out, tucking it behind her ear.

eunhee freezes, her eyes flicking to his, and for a second, he panics.

but then she laughs, brushing it off like it’s nothing.

“thanks,” she says, her attention already back on the TV, and heeseung exhales, leaning back against the couch.

it’s always like this. moments that feel like everything to him, but nothing to her.

does she not see the way he looks at her? the way his heart stumbles every time she smiles?

he doesn’t say anything, of course. he can’t.

but it doesn’t stop him from wondering.

it hits him in pieces, slowly but surely, until he can’t deny it anymore.

friends don’t do this.

friends don’t make his heart race.

friends don’t consume his thoughts.

and yet, he doesn’t tell her. doesn’t tell anyone.

because as much as he wants to, as much as he feels like he might explode if he keeps it to himself, he knows it’s not the right time.

but when he catches her looking at him, her smile soft and knowing, he wonders if she feels it too.

[razorblade180]

What is love?

Carmine:Mom, how did you fall in love with dad?

Ruby:Oof, that question has no real answer.

Carmine:You don’t love him?

Ruby:Not what I said in the slightest. Why would you even- I meant there was no single instance!

Carmine:Oh…

Ruby:We bonded as friends and relied on each other physically, emotionally, mentally; at some point it just sorta hit me how happy he made me and that life without him would be so…miserable. I can’t think of a single person that I’d want in my life like this other than your father.

Carmine:Hmmm, yep, don’t really get it. Sounds nice though.

Ruby:What’s with the interest in love? You like Aero or something?

Carmine:….*looks away*

Ruby:…Awwww, my baby~

Carmine:Stop! None of that. It’s not love. Honestly I don’t fucking get it. I just know he’s important to me and it pisses me off to see him struggle.

Ruby:He’s kinda your first friend. It’s natural to feel that way. You do know he likes you, right?

Carmine:I’m aware. It’s interesting. He got mad at me for calling him out on it and wasn’t really happy about me asking for help with a case.

Ruby:Carmine it sounds like you might be taking advantage of him a little.

Carmine:But he likes to help me. He gets more upset when I do something crazy and without involving him.

Ruby:….

Carmine:What!?

Ruby:Nothing. I’m just wondering if I was this dense back then. *pats head* You want things okay between you?

Carmine:Yes.

Ruby:Then openly express your thoughts. Tell him how you feel and have an honest conversation.

Carmine:But that’s what I- isn’t that what’s been happening!? I’ve never hid anything from him; aside y’know, my eyes.

Ruby:Have you told him you care about his safety and like spending time with him.

Carmine:Y…Yes? No? I mean, isn’t that obvious? I wouldn’t fight thugs messing with him or visit often of if I didn’t care.

Ruby:Sometimes you have to say those things. You know I love you, but i still tell you that you’re my little happily ever after. *hugs her* My sweet little rose.

Carmine:…I guess that makes sense. *hugs back* Okay, maybe your advice is pretty good.

Jaune:*walks in* Hello my two roses.

Ruby:Hello, the author of my fairy tale. My beloved.

Jaune:Your mother is trying to stop me from telling you she had a crush about two weeks after we met.

Ruby:Don’t listen to him! He weaves lies and tricks! I would never get attached that fast!

Carmine:You loved me instantly.

Ruby:That’s different!

Carmine:Did you fall for mom immediately?

Jaune:Nah I crushing on Weiss.

Carmine:Makes sense.

Ruby:What do you- I can’t even be upset honestly. Weiss had a 13 step skin care routine and I couldn’t be bothered to wash my hair some days.

Jaune:*hugs both* It just meant you spent more time with me. It was a long con.

Ruby:Thanks for the out but let’s be real, I was just lazy.

xxxxxx

Aero:*opens window*

Carmine:*sitting in a tree* In case it wasn’t obvious, I actually care how you perceive me.

Aero:Spell “perceive”

Carmine:*red* I also don’t like arguing. I care about your thoughts and emotions.

Aero:Okay? I figured. But like…can you actually apologize.

Carmine:…Oh! I didn’t- I’m sorry.

Aero:….

Carmine:I’m really sorry.

Aero:…..

Carmine:*lip quivers* Am I out of friends now?

Aero:Oh my god; shut up and come inside already before your density snaps the branch.

Carmine:You shouldn’t call the girl you like heavy. *crawls inside*

Aero:You’re doing this on purpose now.

Carmine:Little bit. *hugs him*

Aero:!? You don’t like hugs.

Carmine:Yeah, but you do. So why not?

Aero:…You’re so weird. *hugs her with wings*

Carmine:Okay, if all hugs were this cool I might change my opinion.

[teaguehq]

I feel like that's what family and friends are for, to always check us when we need it! Honestly, Andy's one of the people I'd take any role to work with, so if it's a tree, fine by me! And you never know since they were ents in Lord of the Rings, and maybe having a tree means I'd still have lines! Bushes too, on your behalf. Oh goodness, I can imagine that's a hard thing to hear, especially when it comes to the kids. I'm glad they have a good father to raise them, though. Plus love is always a necessary thing so if you have that, everything else tends to fall into place, I feel like. Between that and having family to help out, I should say! I'm laughing a little at the image of your kid covered head to toe in flour. Was he dressing as something or just got into it at random? If they think my ape arms are great, I don't have to question their tastes at all, from what it sounds like. And not that I know entirely about this since I'm not a parent, but I think it's cool when parents mirror the good parts of their parents when they were growing up, make a great thing to pass down. Plus you're already getting them into music, and that's exciting! I grew up playing so many instruments and can say it's wonderful for both development and just keeping out of trouble. I wouldn't mind grilled cheese and dino nuggets at all since that's a great meal! Plus I apricate the confidence boost too when I don't think I'm all that traditionally attractive, you know? Though my boyfriend thinks I am, so that's a nice thing. That's great that you try to keep a balance, plus having friends who have kids means they know what you're going through to some extent and can help out where they can. My mom at least laughs a little at the ape walk even if she's horrified for the neighbors, so that counts for something, right? I've been filming a true crime show for a little while now, so that hasn't been too bad. Plus it's filming in Calgary and it's been fun exploring the city a little. I had a great time in Madrid, and actually went to see Metallica with my now boyfriend, so you can say the concert went pretty well! It's always great talking to you too, man. Did you and the kids end up having fun during the Salem trip? I hope the kids got to dress up! | @dylrhodes

oh believe me, my friends and family will never let me slide when i'm being less than stellar -- they're always going to check me. i'm laughing a little picturing your just in the background as a tree because you want to be on a project with andy, and honestly, i'd be right next to you as like a bush or something. he's a brilliant man, so i'm with you on wanting to be on set with him! i am, the mom wants to live her life and not be weighed down by kids and i was like, alright, sign over the rights, and i'll raise them on my own. so yeah, it's a madhouse here, but it's a madhouse filled with love so that's all that matters, right? but thank you, i'm pretty lucky that i have a village that helps out, my family is awesome like that. it's not a problem, my dude, i'm always quick to give props where props are due! oh dude, i came down the stairs this morning, and my son was covered head to toe in flour, and his sister was just smiling. they really do get into everything. they do have the best taste, and i'm just saying they'll think your ape arms are great! i'm always going to be the proudest father, i feel like, you know? and agree, i had parents like that, so i couldn't help but mirror them. i love amusing them with dancing and singing too -- and i just got my daughter a little drum set, so i'm pretty excited about that since drums are my favorite instrument i play. i think she's going to kill it! i'm happy to hear that you're mostly unpacked, and hopefully you're not living with that sterile vibe for too long! and i'll keep that in mind, my dude, it's always great when you don't have the boxes in the way when you've got company over! and i'll keep it in mind that you don't mind grilled cheese and dino nuggets if you come over for a visit -- i won't feel so bad about making it then! and i am, my dude, you've got to know you're attractive, and honestly, i like having pretty friends. i try my best to get a healthy balance of me time away from my kids and with other adults, i like to club and drink when i can. and i thankfully have a lot of good friends that also have kids, so that works out in my favor as well. oh, the neighbors loved your ape walk, i just know it. i just think moms are easily horrified when we do things! i'm sure you're going to do great on your next project, when does that start up since you're still enjoying your time off. did you have fun in madrid? i hope that you did! and what concert did you see? and it was good getting to talk to you at the bonfire in utah, i'd have loved to talk to you guys some more if my little dude hadn't needed to go to bed. || @teaguehq

[loveahvi]

𝐸𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 || 𝑆𝑃11

A𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡: 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑧 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡

W𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑦-𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡: 𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 @pear-1206

It was Mexico, one of the most anticipated races of the season for you. Not because it was your favorite but rather because it was a race that would finally be in your city. You hadn't wanted to go when the date finally rolled around, having had your heart broken by someone you had dated for a few months. But your friends had promised it would be fun and that they would stay with you. But perusal they hadn't and instead leaving you to try to get a chance at a drivers autograph. As you walked through the paddock, you forced smiles with everyone your eyes had shifted pasted. You suddenly felt strangely insecure. Were all these people judging you? Your clothes? Your hair?

You had spent a considerable amount of time making sure you were happy with your appearance today and had felt extremely confident, but now you weren't so sure of yourself. Stopping, you looked around, hoping to find a glimpse of your friends. Instead, what you found made your heart beat faster, and a blush creeped up your neck. Your eyes had connected with one of the red bull drivers, Checo, to be exact. It felt as though suddenly everything melted away. Something about him had felt so familiar, and you know maybe that was just the fact that you had seen him online how many times, or maybe it was the delusion talking.

You blinked, and suddenly, he was walking over to you. "You're a redbull fan?" He asked with a smile. "Huh?" You asked before he smiled, nodding down at your chest. Well, at the RedBull jacket that was covering it. "Oh yea, I-I am," you smiled, fumbling over your words.

Checo had been immediately drawn to the girl standing in the paddock, looking around as if she were lost, and when he saw the RedBull Jacket, he felt a sense of pride. Even if you weren't a fan just of him, you were a fan of his team, and that meant something. "Always nice to meet fans, I'm Checo." He smiled, putting out his hand to shake.

You gave him your hand, saying your name before you smiled. "I know who you are, big fan." You had added." His eyes widened in disbelief. "Seriously?" He whispered.

He had doubts there were people who even supported him much these days, much less a girl like you. With those soft eyes, that gentle smile and flowy hair. You giggled in response, and God that sound, he wished there was a way he could record it and put it on repeat in his head for bad days.

"Of course I am, You're a talented driver, Checo," you had told him. He had heard the words so many times they had lost meaning before, but when you said it. God, it suddenly meant the entire world. Th-Thank you. " He fumbled over his words, making him internally facepalm. "You're welcome," you smiled.

Suddenly, an idea came to him as he loomed down at the passes around your neck. "Would you like a tour around the garage?" He asked, and you smiled. "That would be wonderful, but I have to find my friends before the race starts," you softly declined. "But maybe another time?" You had added after immediately regretting the offer. His smile had faltered for a second. "Yea, yea, that's good," He said, feeling embarrassed. You turned to walk away but stopped for a second.

"Oh, checo?" He looked at you. "It was enchanting to meet you," you said before disappearing into the crowd. "You too," He whispered under his breath, looking down at his phone.

A few hours after the race, you were walking through the paddock with your friends to the exit when suddenly you felt someone run up next to you. You turned to see Max, and he said your name, asking if it were you. You nodded, and he smiled. "I noticed Checo talking to you earlier, and I don't feel I'd be a good friend if I didn't at least try," He sighed. "Is there a possibility of getting your number for him? He doesn't even know I'm asking, but please?" He pleads, and you chuckled.

You dug in your purse, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. Quickly writing down your number and handing it to him. "Tell him I'll be waiting for that call," you smiled, and Max nodded before bidding his farewells to the group and running away. You had chuckled to yourself. There was no way that had actually happened.

Two years later:

You walked down the aisle, the white dress fitting against your skin as if it were made for you. You look up at the man standing by the altar and suddenly realize this was your life. This wasn't just some delusion or some fantasy. You were marrying this man. You would be his wife, and he would be your husband. Tears welled in your eyes as the normal wedding procedures happened.

It was when he said his vows that you broke down crying. "I am forever wonderstruck by you mi amore, and like you said to me that first day we met, I'll forever wonder if you know just how Enchanted I was to meet you"

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Happy Thanksgiving! I’m late but nonetheless I wanted to wish you a good Thanksgiving. Thank you for all of this William content you kept us well-fed. Has anyone requested a jealous William and his brother trying to help him out?. “All these fuckin’ assholes lookin’ at you and I’m the only one that gets to fill this pussy, you got that” A lil dominant William is in order. 🥵

thank you!! it was a nice holiday and this year i’m thankful for all of YOU! there’s none of these fics, willy or otherwise, without the love and support and enthusiasm you guys have thrown my way!!! 🤍 and with the sappy moment out of the way, onto the smut, yes?

we love a jealous man around this blog, in a non-toxic sort of way of course. and a dominant william is very much a mood

you’re at a bar in downtown toronto with william and alex and some of the brothers’ non-maple leaf friends and their girls and it’s a fun night, raucous and rowdy and you’ve had maybe one too many drinks

one of the things william loves about you is that you’re just as charming and chatty as he is, you match energies for sure

but of course, that means you’ll chat with anyone in the bar, even if they’re a guy and you maybe don’t realize he’s flirting with you. getting closer and into your space, you’re just chatting away, alcohol buzzing in your veins

alex notices and even though he knows you’d never ever cheat on william, couldn’t even fathom it, he doesn’t like the way the guy at the bar is looking at you. so he pulls william away from his conversation, points the guy out and that’s all it takes for william to cross the bar and wedge himself in between your body and the guy’s

“hey! willy styles!” he’s drunk enough to think that’s an appropriate response to the dark glare william is shooting at him. “great fuckin’ goal last night”

“yeah? thanks, man, now fuck off. this is my girlfriend you’re trying to hook up with,” william deadpans with a healthy dose of bite in his tone

you wrinkle your nose and grab at william’s hand, “he wasn’t tying to hook up with me. we were talking about the best dog parks in toronto. he was going to show - oh my god! you were trying to hook up with me!”

the guy winces sheepishly and directs his response to william. “i’m sorry, man. i would never have tried to hit on her if i had known she was yours”

it’s condescending and you frown at him over william’s shoulder, but your boyfriend nods sharply and dismisses the man before turning to you, a smirk on his face

“what?” you grumble, leaning against the bar

“you really didn’t notice all these fucking assholes looking at you, älskling?” william asks and you shake your head. “fuck me. they’re all looking at you, they all want you, but guess what,” he leans in, breath warm in your ear, “your pussy is mine”

you flush and your cunt throbs at his words. “mhm,” you hum. “all yours”

william’s voice is low, warm, “i’m the only one who gets to fill this pussy up, you got that?” he punctuates his sentence with his hand reaching down to cup your cunt through your jeans and you jump when he flexes his fingers against you. “tell me, who gets to fill this perfect pussy with come?”

“you,” you breathe shakily, “only you, william”

the heel of his palm presses up, grinding the seam of your jeans against your clit and you gasp. “that’s right, älskling, this pussy belongs to me. only my cock gets to fill her.”

your knees buckle a little and william grabs your waist with his free hand

“all these other assholes want to get their dick wet in you, but they can’t, right? you’re probably soaking your panties right now, aren’t you?”

you hum, “m not wearing any”

and william’s eyes twinkle. “oh, my naughty girl. get you wet enough and everyone in the bar will be able to see it, huh?”

a nod and william removes his hand from your cunt, making you whine, and guides you off to the bar’s bathroom. he has the door locked and your jeans at your knees faster than you can blink. his cock is thick and hard and perfect, making you scream every time he hits your g-spot

“gonna fill this perfect pussy and when you talk to another guy at the bar, you’ll be leaking my come, knowing who you belong to,” he grunts into your hair, thrusting into you in a brutal pace until he comes - filling you as promised with more come than you have room for, hot drips of his come leaking out onto your thighs

he doesn’t let you come and pulls your jeans back up your legs when he’s done, legs and cunt sticky with his come and your arousal, damp spots already forming on the fabric. it’s uncomfortable as hell, the mix of textures and sensations making your clit throb and if you wanted, you could probably make yourself come with a few rubs of your clit over the fabric

william kisses you deeply, nipping at your lower lip while he tucks himself back into his pants. “keep that safe for me, okay? and if you’re a good girl the rest of the night, i’ll clean you up when we get home”

you nod stupidly, trying not to focus on the wet squelch you swear is audible every time you take a step. and later, when one of your friends points out a wet spot on your jeans, thinking you spilled a drink on yourself, william winks at you from across the table, a smug smirk curling his lips 😏

[sk1fanfiction]

(ch. 15 review) — it’s the way i kept trying to prolong this chapter 😭 anyway. i love inconvenienced tom (i’m sure dumbledore does too) like it’s so him to sleep way after curfew but complain about being called to do something during his “sleep time” and then i love how absolutely irritated he is once he enters dumbledores office and sees his two nightmares — harry & mini abraxas reincarnate being there. him using a silencing spell and dumbledore lowkey approving is just hilarious, harry’s a bit too loud for everyone’s taste apparently. i seem to have forgotten that voldemort is gorgeous? but did malfoy not clock the identical faces?… also tom riddle experiencing empathy??? and for abraxas’ clone?? oh dumbledore (and maybe ruby) what have you done to the poor guy ! the parvati and lavender fight… that’s so sad i know she’s in love with her but saying mean things to your friends is never nice and i feel so bad for lavender bc yes she’s a bit boy obsessed (although tbf cedric is beautiful) she’s still a good friend and she’s just a teenage girl !! also ruby doing nothing to help, i feel you girl, it’s awkward getting between two close friends arguments. i also did not realise that draco and pansy were officially dating oops. ALSO DAPHNE AND ANTHONY?? i did not expect that at all idkw but personally i’m thinking good riddance oops, jk but i don’t mind them together but poor ruby she’s a bit confused and bitter (although there is a perfectly handsome single guy who is literally in a blood vow to protect her so, she shouldn’t be too disheartened idk). nice to see blaise getting complimented on his bone structure yearly, it’s quite phenomenal. HARRY AND CHO MY CUTIES, he’s a little awkward and nervous but he’s got the spirit !! lastly that note… i’m wondering who wrote it and i’m leaning towards tom bc of their conversation in the forest when she ran away and also his affinity for participating in writing things for the potters during valentines. ooh and nott is such a dick i kind of love that for him.

I ended up prolonging this chapter to >7k to wrap up dangling plot threads so that's valid (the next one that I accidentally posted earlier is more normal length -- that'll be up on Sunday after I proofread it).

That's on me for giving Tom one of my most unserious habits (pretending to 'go to bed early' so people won't bother you for three hours). Harry is definitely (canonically) too loud (controversial but I like OOTP CAPS-LOCK!Harry). Truly the stuff of nightmares.

Malfoy (nor anyone else who has seen them both, like Narcissa) did indeed not clock the identical faces (Clark Kent effect, ig).

Also I haven't given Voldemort a physical description except for his red eyes in a while (since Three Can Keep A Secret, I think?). That is on purpose, because I couldn't decide whether or not I wanted OG/Snake Face Voldemort. But I came to the conclusion that (I think this is canonically correct?) he got the snake attributes from the regeneration potion in GOF, and in RFMD he gets regenerated by the Elixir of Life, and then Jadis from Narnia lives rent-free in my brain and I was thinking about that scene from The Magician's Nephew where she eats the forbidden apple or whatever, which makes her Beautiful in An Eldritch Way and decided to go with that...

Tom?? Experiencing empathy?? He begs to differ and says it is totally for strategic reasons.

Honestly, I do feel bad for making them fight :( Lavender is a good friend (will never get off my Justice for Lavender Brown soapbox) but the whole situation is just so messy. If I were Ruby I wouldn't know how to intervene either.

I was never sure if Draco and Pansy dated in canon, but I decided, what the hell, I've never done a proper Valentine's Day chapter before, so, why not. And on the note of Daphne and Anthony yeah that was intentional blindsiding (I think the only times they were seen together were Ancient Runes class and the junk shop and both were Ruby-centric things). Confused and bitter -- that's exactly why I said jealousy, jealousy is required listening for this chapter (for Parvati, too).

There is a perfectly handsome single guy who is literally in a blood vow to protect her

👀

I can't decide who would be more horrified by this proposition.

Blaise loves that for himself, too. I was re-reading OOTP to figure out Harry and Cho and then I realised that their #1 pastime is actually talking about sports 🤦🏾‍♀️

Of course it's Tom. Who else lives in the intersection of loving to fuck with people and misuse stationery for nefarious purposes?

[powerfultenderness]

Oh, really? You wanna hear about the idea that's been floating around in my head?

Cool! But, mdni/18+!

(König x Reader (f) (hinted König x Reader x Horangi)

(Cw: cnc, in porn and acted on after discussions on safety and boundaries/limitations. When König speaks German, it'll be in italics.)

Here's the scenario:

Horny ideas are bad ideas, but usually the post nut clarity would save you from acting on those ideas. Except you were extra horny because you were ovulating and kept getting interrupted while masturbating, leaving you unintentionally edged.

You know horny ideas are bad ideas, did that going to stop you from making a new porn blog and ranting and crying about how much and how hard you want to be fucked? Nope. Did it stop you from reblogging the rape fantasy/cnc posts with a little "fuck I need that too" comment? Nope.

And did that knowledge stop you from posing nude in front of an open window and posting it online for the enjoyment of every horny stranger that stumbled across your blog? Big ol' Nope.

Horny ideas are bad ideas and now you've got an online dom who wants you to call him "König". (Actually, it's kind of refreshing after all the men who want you to call them "daddy").

For someone who's suddenly controlling a part of your life (your edge), he's actually quite nice. He let you come twice the first week you started talking to him! And when you answered him unenthusiastically one night (because you had a rough day), he showed genuine concern and his only orders were for you to get some food and water and sleep. He made sure you were in a good place mentally and emotionally before playing with you again.

"My Princess needs to feel good, she needs to come." And boy did you.

Look, horny ideas are bad ideas but somehow you're now in a more stable relationship than you have been in years.

-

König was acting strangely. Well, stranger than usual. He was glued to his phone these days, the little device always in hand and drawing his attention every other minute. He wouldn't even tell anyone what was so interesting. He'd just glare and hold the screen close to his chest or stuff it in one of his pockets (only to take it out less than a minute later).

And Horangi, well, he didn't mean to spy on König, one of his friends. It just so happened that König was on his phone as Horangi was walking up behind him. And he caught sight of the map that König was looking intently at.

That was strange because that was König's personal phone, there was no territory to memorize for a mission. And maybe Horangi took another second to study the map too before alerting König of his presence. It looked residential. Not a business center where shops or restaurants were. König, ever the military man, lived on base. If he had a house in his home country, he didn't use it much. Even if König was planning on buying a house closer to base, why so secretive about it?

König leaving base looking like he was about to go on a stealth mission? Also strange. So Horangi followed him.

There's only so much he could write off as reasonable. Staking out a civilian house? Maybe a target lived there. Looking into a woman's room? Questionable. Climbing in through her window? Not acceptable!

Horangi cursed under his breath as he raced to follow König in hopes of stopping him from doing anything reprehensible.

"König!" He shouted as he dove through the same entrance König used, side arm already drawn and aimed at his teammate.

He was too late. König already had you pinned to the bed, a hand clasped over your mouth as he forced himself between your legs.

"Horangi?" König blinked at him, though remained where he was. "What? How? What are you-?"

"Let her go and back away."

König quickly raised his hands as he turned towards Horangi. “It’s not what it looks like!” He motioned towards you with one hand, “she wants it! She asked for it!” 

“König,” Horangi gave a disappointed growl while you let out a scoffed laugh. 

You sat up, holding your blanket close to your nude body. König extended his arm in front of you, obscuring you from Horangi’s view even more. 

“Uhm, I actually did.” You spoke up, drawing Horangi’s eyes towards you. 

“...What?” He finally started to lower his gun.

You nodded with a sheepish smile, “we planned the whole thing. We have a safe word and gesture and everything. You know, role play.” 

…

Horangi sighed and glared at König. “You fucking freak.” 

“Hey!” 

As Horangi turned and left the room, he could find his own way out, you rapidly tapped König’s arm. “Go stop him before he leaves!”

“What? Why?” 

“Just go!” 

“Fine, fine.” He muttered as he adjusted his pants and chased after Horangi.

“You know, I’m offended you thought I’d really be doing that.” He started when he found Horangi nearing the front door.

“Don’t act so suspicious next time.” Horangi coughed awkwardly and averted his gaze, “look, I’ll forget what I saw, and you never bring this up.” 

König nodded, “good, but that’s not why I stopped you.” 

“Huh? Then why-”

“Oh, good! You haven’t left yet!” You said as you rushed out of the room. The clothes you scrambled to put on were hardly any better than a blanket, just a thin cropped shirt and short shorts. “I wanted to talk to you real quick.”

Horangi, face flushing, cleared his throat. “I apologize, ma’m-” 

“No, no. You don’t need to apologize for anything.” You waved off his apology as you stopped in front of him. “I just wanted to thank you.” 

“Thank me?” His question was echoed by König’s confused, “what?” behind you.

You nodded and glanced at König then back at Horangi. “You guys are friends, right?”

Horangi nodded slowly, unsure of what you were thinking.

“Well, you saw your friend doing something horrible and tried to stop him. You tried to save me.”

“I wasn’t actually-” König tried to protest behind you, still a little offended by the implication that he would do something like that, but you shushed him and turned back to Horangi.

“So many men would just look the other way instead of confronting their friends. But you didn't hesitate at all to help me.” 

Horangi blushed, glad that he had his mask pulled up but unaware that you could see the rest of his face and the tips of his ears flush. 

He cleared his throat, averting his gaze again, “you don’t have to do that.” 

“Still, I appreciate it.” You coyly looked up at him through your lashes, subtly biting your lip and held your hands clasped together, pushing your breasts up. Yea you were playing it up, but he was hot and you were still horny from the interrupted role play with König, it didn’t make what you said any less true. “Can I hug you?” 

“Wh-uh,” his eyes flicked up to König, who just gave an amused shrug.

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, imitating König’s shrug, “if you want to.” 

Still feeling a little raunchy, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you pressed your body close. Horangi was hesitant at first, but settled his hands on your hips as he leaned down into you. He could see why König was obsessed with you, he would be too if you were his.

You softly murmured a final “thank you,” as you pulled away slightly, still wrapped in each other's arms, in what felt like a trance. A trance that wasn’t broken until König loudly cleared his throat, and then Horangi was letting go of you and stepping back instantly. 

He coughed once, mumbled something about seeing König back on base and then quickly left. 

You didn’t even have time to turn around before König was behind you, pushing the door shut on locking it. “Now, no more distractions, Princess.”

As König was fucking your brains out, with the drapes in your bedroom still open, he mutters about how Horangi is watching. And maybe that made you come even harder.

-

“Where did you find her?” 

König laughed, setting his coffee down. After he realized that Horangi was watching the two of you, he knew Horangi would ask. 

“By the way,” König started as Horangi was already looking up your blog. “She wants me to ask if you’d be interested in a three-”

“Yes.”  

End Notes: Yep, that's just an idea. If I were to turn this into a real fic I would go into more detail on the evolution of the online sexting relationship between König and Reader to a real relationship. And I would also write out the smut. But that might turn this into at least 15k words, and I don't have the energy to do that, so I'm just sharing my pseudo outline.

[mrfoox]

Alright fellas i scored a second date with the girl this Friday and we are going to watch the Hobbit at her place 🥺

[cripplepunkbarbarian]

I am so glad that the kid spectrals have such normal and caring spirits who will definitely not physically endanger and/or cruelly betray them in the midst of their lives already being destroyed by cults, monsters, and interpersonal drama. It’s so cool and nice 👍