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dating on airplane mode. | part one.

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Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 3.9k Summary: So you're dating your neighbor who also happens to be a sex hotline dom named Levi Ackerman. Stranger things have happened, right?

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - alternate universe (modern), slow burn, eventual smut, sex work, neighbors au, newly established relationship, dual pov, the direct sequel to Press Four For More Options Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics submitted for @levievent 's #levimonth24 / day 22: neighbors

part two. | masterlist

“I'm seeing someone.”

Tea goes flying — metaphorically and physically.

When he confessed a new (and very unexpected) development in his (borderline nonexistent) dating life, Levi hadn’t anticipated Hange Zoe turning directly towards Erwin Smith to unleash a devastating spit-take attack to the face.

It’s a direct hit.

Erwin heroically takes the brunt of the damage, so at least his furniture is spared.

(Levi didn’t need to spend the rest of the afternoon scrubbing down the already scrubbed-down living room.)

Hange’s shout is shrill, the realization hitting them like a full-throttle freight train.

“You’re what?”

“He said he’s seeing someone,” Erwin answers in monotone before Levi can even try. 

The tall blonde extends a hand to leisurely grab the napkin cradling the bottom of his tea saucer. In true Erwin fashion, he doesn’t even blink at Hange’s dramatics — or their consequences unto him.

He raises the napkin to blot the side of his face sprinkled with a mixture of freshly-brewed lavender tea and Hange’s saliva.

(Then again, Hange could abruptly bang pots and pans in the middle of the night and Erwin would merely call it a minor inconvenience to his sleep routine.)

“No, no, I heard what he said,” Hange recovers with a crack to their voice, “but I can’t tell if he’s messing with us.”

“I’m not,” Levi flatly states.

“Okay, but how do we know?”

“Hange—”

Except it’s Erwin intercepting once more. “Because he would never pretend to have a significant other when one of his closest friends happens to be you.”

Hange squints, pushing their glasses up the bridge of their nose.

“Why? ‘Cause I joked that I’d stalk him the next time he finally found a date? That was one time, Erwin.”

Erwin rolls his neck to the right, offering Hange a pair of thick, disbelieving eyebrows.

“Technically speaking, Zoe, you threatened to stalk either of us if you caught even a sniff that we could be in the midst of a romantic pursuit. Plus, we’re well aware of the disguise kit collecting dust in the trunk of Moblit’s car.”

An instant shit-eating grin passes across their lips.

“Ha. Fair.”

If Levi’s eyeballs could roll any further into the back of his skull, they’d get stuck.

“However,” Erwin adds, those bold blue eyes flickering back towards Levi, “it doesn’t explain why we were in the dark until now. At the very least, we should hope you would feel safe enough to confide in us about someone you are serious about dating.”

Yeah. 

Out of his two friends sitting across from him, Levi figured Erwin would be the most suspicious of the surprise announcement.

Now that it’s been a few days since That Fateful Night, he doesn’t feel as self-conscious to confess his new reality.

It was as good of a time as any to rip the proverbial band-aid off.

(Besides, it was only a matter of mistakes before his friends learned the truth for themselves.)

Hange, Erwin, Moblit — they’re his only remaining connections tying him to this city. The others from his gym days have all found offers in other towns, returned to their old homes—

Moved on.

Meeting Erwin Smith in boot camp changed the trajectory of his life, for better or worse. 

Levi had known the man longer than he knew anyone else — but only by a few days and some change, considering he was destined (Hange’s words, not his) to meet the hyper scientist and their subdued partner, Moblit, in the army as well.

Then, as if attached to the hip, all four of them agreed to work at Erwin’s gym.

When that fell through, Erwin found the Scout Services Hotline.

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    The announcement came to him one summer evening with a printed job description and a six pack of beer.

Levi assumed Erwin’s confession on taking a sex hotline job had been one weird, shitty joke.

Picturing stoic, pragmatic Erwin Smith telling people how to fuck themselves in their bedrooms late at night for the almighty dollar felt obscene. 

Hell, it was obscene.

Levi didn’t want to consider his oldest friend in such a compromising position, but there it was laid before him without shame or fear of judgment.

Becoming a part-time sex worker for Erwin was as noncommittal as taking up a fleeting niche interest — like exotic bird watching or crocheting sweaters for fucking cats.

“At the gym, we improved upon people’s lives,” Erwin had told him while sipping his beer, staring out to the city sightline from Levi’s balcony. “Who has the authority to say this job isn’t doing something similar to those who may be lonely?”

“You would make yapping on a damn sex hotline prophetic,” Levi scoffed in return. “Selling some shitty porn script a dozen times a night sounds like the closest you could get to Hell.”

“I disagree,” Erwin argued without heat. “When I interviewed, they stated every employee is given the ability to do as they please. To show their strengths and make it their own.”

“Bullshit.”

“It isn’t.” 

Erwin rested the beer bottle on the knee of his trousers. 

“Flexible work hours give me the ability to find another place the gym can call home. The pay would certainly cover any initial costs after several years.”

“Several years?”

Levi frowned, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“Erwin… c’mon. Just take a second to listen to yourself.”

“I’m only offering a chance for you to do the same. You may not be fond of people, Levi, but you’re loyal to a stubborn fault.”

Erwin gave him a sidelong glance.

“I know you won’t put in applications to go to any other gym.”

“Tch.”

A dismissive sound was all he could muster at the time.

He always hated how Erwin could open the cavity of his chest and put his damn bleeding heart on display.

“Who says I haven’t been window shopping to pass the damn unemployment time?”

“I wish you would,” Erwin replied with a heavy sigh. “Your skills are better when in use, not lying waste with the rest of us.”

“Hange and Moblit’re doing just fine.”

Hange, a self-proclaimed babbler, returned to Paradis University to make headway on some fascinating research projects side by side with Moblit. 

It was where they belonged, really.

“Fine, then lying waste with me.”

After a beat, Erwin slid his hand across the space between their chairs and held out a slip of paper.

"Look it over. Really sit down and think about what you did for our fighters and see where I’m coming from. You have a knack for leading. Of making people believe in themselves at their lowest."

He made it a point to stop. Stare.

Levi bit his tongue, meeting his friend's stern gaze.

"Conventional or not, you would still be helping people. Even if it’s a job for a month, at least you’ll be putting a hell of a lot of money in your pocket. It's better than waiting for my signal to move on.”

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    The bastard was always great at a rousing speech.

That night was the night Levi plugged in the damn website and read the job description.

By morning, he had submitted his application for a part-time hotline employee that included an .mp3 file auditioning his voice.

Erwin must have told his boss that he had a life-long friend possibly interested in the position, because by that night?

Levi Ackerman had a job.

A night turned into a month.

A month turned into six. 

Six to a year.

Suddenly denying begging, pleading people from their chased orgasms became as second nature as completing an Excel sheet.

Yet nothing else changed.

Levi still kept to himself.

Considering the friend group worked odd hours — Erwin with his own clientele, Moblit working towards his Masters, and Hange testing the scientific project of the week at the same university when unsupervised — it was easy to.

Wake up. Work out. Eat. Run errands. Clock in for work. Clock out. Eat. Sleep. 

Repeat.

Routine.

Hell, a lot of his life worked like a well-oiled machine until you showed up.

Now his world is slightly spinning off-axis, and he knows:

Without talking to his friends about his (uncharacteristically selfish and) impulsive decision, everything could very well go up in flames.

(Because when it comes to sticking matters of the heart and Levi Ackerman in one room, the former never walks out.)

After a pregnant pause in this three-way stand-off, Hange leans in, pressing both hands onto the tops of their thighs. 

“So when you say you’re seeing someone, you mean like… romantically?”

“As opposed to what?” Levi flatly asks.

“Well, seeing someone could mean anything, especially for you,” Hange reasons. Levi’s eyes narrow when Erwin gives that short huff of air through his nose like he’s stifling a laugh. “You could be seeing someone about finally fixing your dryer.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m just saying, romantically isn’t the first idea that comes to mind!”

“I have to agree with Zoe,” Erwin finally states, shifting his blue eyes to Levi’s. “You never mentioned that you had met someone in our group chat, and you haven’t made any changes in your schedule that suggest otherwise.”

Levi can’t help but scoff.

“Oh, so now you’re following Hange’s goddamn Google calendar?”

That fucking calendar.

The ‘we’re so busy but we can’t lose touch just because the gym went under’ calendar hastily made at two in the morning and sent with a declaration of war if no one accepted the invite.

All four of them did.

(Then again, Moblit didn’t have much of a choice.)

“I check on occasion,” is Erwin’s short rebuttal, before sitting up straighter. “But the former argument stands: you didn’t tell us that you were dabbling in the dating scene.”

“Wouldn’t really call it dabbling, Erwin,” Levi huffs, picking up his tea cup by clawing the rim of the ceramic. “Shit just kind of happened.”

“Uh-uh,” Hange interrupts. “We’re not playing coy right now, Levi. I want details: name, height—”

“Occupation,” Erwin agrees.

“Where they’re from.”

“If they have siblings.”

“Do they live near here?”

“If they’re allergic to cats.”

An involuntary grimace passes over Levi’s face.

“Ooh! We also need to know if they like tennis,” Hange adds excitedly. “Don’t trust someone who likes tennis, spectator or player. They’re always too put together with an underlying layer of batshit crazy.”

Erwin halts mid-sip of his tea. 

“...I like tennis.”

Hange’s thumb and middle finger sharply snap. “Exactly.”

Enough.

Levi hastily pushes his black fringe out of his eyes with his free hand. “I— No, Jesus, can we stop speculating about her?”

“Why?” Erwin challenges.

“Because I told you what you needed to know,” Levi challenges without tripping over his words. “And I’d prefer to keep the rest of myself.”

“Ah, her.”

When he turns his attention to Hange, there’s a wicked glimmer in their eye.

Well, fuck him.

Too much has already been said.

Hange whistles low. 

“So how recently was this fair maiden introduced into thy friend’s life?”

“Don’t start talking like a freak, Four Eyes,” he warns them while they suppress a cackle between pressed lips. “And — fuck, fine. If no one is going to let it go—”

“We aren’t.”'

Erwin interrupts, making it two against one.

With a set glare at his blonde friend, the smaller man sinks further into his chair and sighs with reluctant resolve. 

“I… met her a few days ago. It...”

Trailing off, he sets his tea cup down to rub at his temples with one hand.

This is going to bring on a headache. 

He really doesn’t need it on a work night.

“You’re both going to have an opinion on the how, and trust me, so do I.”

Hange’s face screws up in confusion, but he sees it out of the corner of his eye.

Erwin grows still. Contemplative.

Yeah, he knew this was going to go terribly.

“Huh?” Hange whips their ponytail back and forth to look between both men, smacking themself on the sides of their face. “Why wouldn’t we approve of how? Is it one of the old fighters?”

Levi scoffs, dropping to sit back in his chair. “I’d rather choke.”

“Then I’m not following. You don’t even talk to cashiers at the grocery store.”

“When did she call the hotline?” Erwin asks, cutting straight through the bush instead of beating around it.

His stare is almost indiscernible. Stern.

(Protective.)

The lightbulb clicks. Hange finally settles their attention on him. 

“Whoa — wait, she’s a…”

“Former client,” Levi confesses after Hange trails off. “Emphasis on the former part.”

The room grows silent.

Levi doesn’t have the capacity to see Hange’s true reaction, because he’s keeping eye contact with Erwin.

Their own telepathic argument bounces back and forth like that very proverbial tennis ball Hange had so teasingly laid down.

The ethics of it all;

The logistics of what it could mean for the future;

The gravity of this choice and knowing its weight is crushing him.

Erwin’s gaze softens a fraction.

Levi’s shoulders relax, if only a little.

“And how did that opportunity come to pass?” the taller blonde finally asks, but it isn’t as harsh as Levi anticipated. 

Hell, it’s curious.

Willing — to not judge; to hear him out.

“Accidentally stumbled into her at the bar down the street,” Levi confesses.

Stumbled is an understatement.

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    “So then — what does this mean?”

He doesn’t know.

God, he has no fucking clue.

Just like he had no fucking clue you’d be at this bar tonight; that you not only lived in the area, but in the same goddamn building just a few floors south.

You were meant to be a fluke thing.

A moment of weakness.

An anomaly he could solve like every other problem in his life, one he could reason to death and move on from once you realized that this hotline is a slippery slope to financial debt.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t meant to be real.

The calls, the laughter, the exchange of stories felt real, but that’s the selling point.

Imagining idealism.

He could send as many discounted invoices as he could to management to ease the cost of your calls, but there was only so much he could do from his position.

Still—

That being said, he wanted this.

For the first time in a long time, he wanted something.

Ever since Erwin’s gym went under and the staff were forced to find something else in the interim, Levi Ackerman turned off his emotions. His passion.

Money was tight. 

Bills were bills. 

But there are worse things to do than apply to a remote-working sex hotline with the promise of flexible hours, medical insurance, and the opportunity to get away from people for a while.

Maybe he hadn’t realized he was simply going through the motions of buying a morning tea at the coffee shop down the street. 

Maybe he hadn’t noticed that his drive to push himself to the brink of exhaustion at the gym all but disappeared.

Maybe he existed to simply exist.

Then you called.

Petra had pinged him to let him know that there was someone looking for a deep voice — not surprising — with a tendency to overtalk and overthink.

Easy.

Those types always cave the second you call them a pet name or sprinkle a little praise.

Yet you burst into his life like a damn firework to the face and he’s never recovered since.

Being nervous is a staple on these calls. He’s heard every justification in the book just as he’s witnessed people use the hotline like they’re robots.

You wanted to talk.

Petra doesn’t send people to him if they want to talk.

(Did she know, somehow, that he needed this?)

Conspiracies aside, the last two weeks became some of the best of his life.

Now you knew his face, and he knew yours.

And Christ, you were beautiful. 

Your voice was one thing — like a soothing balm to his insomnia — but your face nearly took him right the hell out.

Even in the mirror backsplash of the bar, he couldn’t stop staring. Didn’t want to, not when he finally saw what he wanted right in the palm of his hand.

So he was honest.

Honest about his life, his job, his black hole of an existence — maybe to scare you away so you’d choose better than a guy like him.

That he was the first to break the rules.

That he was sorry, because you weren’t looking for more baggage after a shit breakup with a shithead of a guy.

You didn’t care.

So he decided to rip a page out of his goddamn advice book:

Be selfish.

“Well, if you don’t get too wasted with your friends tonight—”

Autopilot.

Everything is on autopilot when he picks up that damn pen and starts to scribble on a napkin, allowing his nervous system to suckerpunch his logic right out the damn window.

“—and you end up going to the gym tomorrow—”

Bail.

Bail, bail, bail, before you make a damn fool of yourself, Levi Ackerman.

He doesn’t.

He straightens his spine, folds the napkin, and reaches for your hand. 

The heat of it almost makes his stomach clench.

If he were bolder, then maybe he’d steal you away from your friends. Keep asking questions to make you talk more. Watch as your eyes light up about your favorite things—

He can’t. Won’t.

You’re with your friends. He’s already taken enough time away from them for you.

“—give me a call.”

Maybe he’s chickenshit for running, but at least there’s a part of him brave enough to leave him his personal cell number in the palm of your hand.

Before you can say anything, he drops some money on the counter to pay for both drinks and a tip and leaves to walk home.

To contemplate.

(Assuming you likely won’t call. He wouldn’t blame you.)

The night air leaves a sobering sting on his cheeks as he steps outside.

It’s considerably quieter than the cramped space of the bar, but cabs bustle in the street.

His pocket vibrates not once but twice.

(So not a text.)

Fishing his phone out, Levi squints at the ‘Unknown Caller’ ID staring up at him.

He swipes right to accept said call, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Levi Ackerman speaking.”

“Hi, Levi. It’s formerly Scarlet.”

His heart falls out of his ass.

Whipping back around to the tinted windows of the bar, Levi can’t help but look for that now-familiar face.

You’re blocked by an endless sea of conversations and bodies, but he still searches.

“My schedule just opened up,” you tell him from the other side of the line, your voice airy like you hold a secret. “I know it’s a little late for some coffee, but — are you free for some tea now?”

Shit.

Maybe he should be giving the headset for the hotline over to you.

“Depends,” Levi exhales. “Any shop worth a damn is closed at this hour.”

“Shit, you’re right.”

He liked it when you cursed. 

Hell, he liked it when you weren’t afraid to be yourself around him the most.

“There’s a pop-up shop about six floors above yours,” Levi reasons with a shrug he assumes you can’t see; autopilot, “if you don’t mind walking a neighbor home.”

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    “You said that?”

Hange, now at the brink of teetering off of their chair, gawks.

Levi blinks twice, realizing he’s given more of the story than he wanted to.

That they know it’s serious — dead fucking serious for him, actually — and that you’re his neighbor.

Yeah, he didn’t believe it either until you said yes.

“What?” Levi asks. “Something wrong?”

“No, that was just fucking smooth, dude,” Hange whistles low, impressed. “Pop-a-button-and-open-a-window kinda smooth. Holy shit.” They thumb towards Erwin. “You teach him to talk like that!?”

“Self-taught, I’m afraid,” Erwin hums. “Can’t take the credit.”

Hange flops back into their chair unceremoniously. “Jeeeez.”

“Six floors down, then?”

There’s a rare tint of pride in Erwin’s tone, like there’s a joke somewhere in that question he isn’t saying. 

Levi immediately narrows his eyes.

“Yeah. She’s been my fuckin’ neighbor all this time, if you can believe that.”

He sure as hell can’t. The fact that you’re six floors away — have been — has kept him up at night.

He could run down there right now and show you off to his friends.

He could leave you home-cooked meals if you’re running behind at your office job.

He could do a lot of things, but—

“Is she requesting you to end your time at Scout Services?” Erwin asks, interrupting his trailing thoughts.

Levi’s stormy eyes meet a contemplative, oceanic stare.

“...no.”

A beat passes.

Despite his trepidation, he explains himself.

“She’s not asking me to quit it. Says she gets it, a job’s a job, but I don’t know how true that’ll be in the long run.”

“And you believe her?”

He knows Erwin’s skepticism isn’t unfounded, but it sets a fire in his belly.

Questioning you, the newfound gravity keeping him grounded on planet earth.

(You're just a stranger to him, too, at the end of the day, but you don't feel like one. Not really.)

“I can’t expect anyone to stay neutral about what the fuck it is we do, Erwin," he reasons diplomatically. "I can say everything on my mind and put it on paper, but I’m sure the doubt will still creep in. Everything’s too new to tell. It won’t be easy, but it…”

He sighs, running his hand once more through his straight-and-narrow black hair. 

“I just need you two dumbasses to keep me in check. I can’t—”

Hange frowns, and he hates the sympathetic tone they take when they say his name. 

“Levi—”

“Four Eyes,” Levi interrupts stronger yet weaker in resolve, effectively shutting down their protest, “I can’t fuck this up. So don’t let me.”

The air grows thick, like winding vines corrupting the foundation of a tree.

Levi glances between the two of them, nostrils flaring with unspoken difficulty.

Erwin is the first to nod. Wordlessly, but he does.

Hange sighs with conclusion not a second after and nods, too.

“Am I at least allowed to ask one thing?” they chirp, holding out one slender finger to the sky. “Just one teeny, tiny thing — yes or no.”

A part of him really wants to say no.

A part of him really wants to say this conversation is over before he gives them anymore concrete information about you as he navigates these uncharted waters of being a not-so-normal boyfriend to a very-normal-ass person.

He fights.

Fails.

“...fine,” he grumbles. “The fuck’s the question?”

Hange perks up, all too smug.

“Did the pop-up shop six floors up line work?”

The memory blossoms in the back of his skull.

His body warms as if trapped under an electric blanket, heat setting cranked a little too high. 

Instinctively his eyes flicker to the front door of his apartment.

Like you’ll burst in at any moment with your work bags and stress and the hope that he’ll have the same soothing balm you’ve gifted him, hands at the ready to fix your problems for you.

He hasn’t wanted much.

He’s never wanted much, but—

Shit, if he doesn’t want to be good to you.

“...something like that.”

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Author's Note:

AHHHH HI EVERYONE! WE'RE AT IT AGAIN WITH MODERN!LEVI SHENANIGANS! How are we feeling to be back?

I seriously cannot believe we're here. I've never done a sequel before, but the demand was overwhelming and I couldn't help but agree: we could do with learning what happens after the final call.

And we will, in this seven (maybe more?) part series. I had to actually break up part one because it got way too large of a chapter, so I promise we'll be picking up right where we left off in P4 -- like, quite literally That Fateful Night in part two.

[wtfsteveharrington]

c l o s e t o y o u | carmen berzatto x reader

we've got so much history baby

description: set months after your breakup, you and carmen navigate what it means to be separated. you're trying to move on but waves always return to the ocean.

warnings: kinda angsty but also hurt/comfort. mutual pining even tho you're both trying to pretend it isn't there. miscommunication. kinda mentions of cheating if you squint but not really. no one has cheated but what to call this vibe irdk so! also mentions of using the bathroom if that bothers you!! it's quick!

smut warnings: oral/fingering reader receiving, spanking, dirty talk, hints of dom!carmy, unprotected sex but backshots for 'safety', sexting, semi public sex, lots of hickies/bruises talk bc carmy's a lil shit, multiple mentions of masturbation for both, reader has a drunk bar make out phase post breakup. reader is afab but no major descriptors used.

word count: almost 9.2k. the longest thing i've written so far!

a/n: dare i say this might be my favorite thing i've written possibly. aiming to make this a three part series but possibly could go longer.... i hope you enjoy <3

maybe you and i were meant to be / maybe i'm crazy

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Carmen’s eyes are trained on you from the second your front door opens. His hands stalled halfway through taking off his jacket, only one shoe clattering across your entryway. 

“Where’ve you been tonight?” 

Which you have no choice but to shoot him a warning glance in response. It was late, you didn’t have the energy for a fight and that’s the complete opposite reason of why you texted him to come over. “I was on a date, Carmen.” 

He physically deflated at your answer. “Oh.”

You can’t meet his eye, can’t risk seeing his reaction. Would he be upset? Indifferent? It’s hard to decide which would be worse.

When you had broken up a few months ago the roles were clear - A case of ‘right person, wrong time’. He was busy, so endlessly busy. Working late into the night and heading in randomly during the morning or afternoon if he was needed. Which he could easily decide he was.

For as long as you could remember Carmen always took Tuesdays off to spend with you and get life in order. That way he had Monday to help the restaurant recover from the weekend and could trust them to handle what was, usually, an easier day. It was a tradition you took seriously and the two of you regularly made plans together every single Tuesday. Date nights, day trips, a mixture of adventures. It didn't matter what you were doing together so long as you had Tuesday to look forward to and help get you through the week.

Yet things started picking up. More celebrity dining requests, more magazine and tv interviews, more, more, more.

And it wasn’t that you misunderstood how important the restaurant was. Far from it. There were many nights where Carmen would come home a ball of anxiety because it took an hour longer than he anticipated and he knew it wasn’t fair to you. There would be a mess of apologies as he barreled in the door, bracing himself for a fight or to see your disappointed face. All of which you happily soothed by repeating constant mantras - The restaurant was his baby; you weren’t upset; take a deep breath; we’re okay. 

Then eventually you stopped saying you weren’t upset, stopped saying you two were okay. Eventually you stopped waiting up for him at all. At first Carmen would shower and climb into bed, confused if he should attempt to hold you or not. Your sleeping (Fine, sometimes you faked being asleep too) frame with your back turned to him. The blankets pulled tight around your body acting like a shield. 

Finally he just started sleeping on the couch. 

So yeah, the fall apart came quick. It was an avalanche neither of you could control nor did either of you want. There was still love between the two of you - But again it’s the right person, wrong time. 

You avoided each other for the following weeks. Carmen threw himself even more into work and you took a week of PTO to go visit one of your friends. He wondered if you were safe, you wondered why none of the people in the bar tasted the way he did. Your friend encouraged you with every sloppy make out conquest but it always ended there. You wanted to get Carmen out of your mind but weren’t ready for him to not be the last person who fully touched you. 

It didn’t work but does it ever?

Carmen watched your Insta far more than he should have. Risking way too many glances down at his phone during his free time to see if there were any updates about how you were doing. As if you’d post photos with long captions that mimicked a therapy session but he didn’t know where else to go. Sydney would report back what your story shows no matter how much Carm insisted he didn’t care. 

Because he didn’t, okay? He was fine. He knew it was for the best. Right? 

And then you posted a photo of yourself in a low cut top laughing in a bookstore. He zoomed in to see what titles you had in your arms as if they were clues and his eyes definitely didn’t linger on the swell of your cleavage. He didn’t think about how many nights he took for granted watching as your back arched up under him and you begged for more. He didn’t think about the way you’d crawl into bed at night and his mind would instantly rid itself of anything but you. He didn’t jack off to memories of you in the shower every morning because thinking about someone else, watching porn of other people, it didn’t feel wrong. No, that wasn’t the case at all. 

You, on the other hand, turned on Google alerts for anything relating to The Bear or Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto. Most of it was just good Yelp! ratings or fluff pieces from the local papers. He wasn’t one for posting on social media, in fact you weren’t sure he used it at all but you still posted like he was, but sometimes you’d find yourself scrolling through Sydney’s feed to see if she was giving you any crumbs. Sometimes, if you were really desperate, you’d find yourself in Richie’s feed even. It was pathetic but you can’t help it. 

One late night you came across an Instagram story post Sydney had up. Carmen leaning against a pinball machine at some gaming bar downtown. His hair was pushed back, eyes crinkled up with laughter. He looked at ease, peaceful. You wondered if anyone there felt the same… Was someone whispering to their friends and trying to build the encouragement up to go talk to him? Would he respond? 

Right, it wasn’t your place to care anymore. Yet you still cried yourself to sleep and yearned for when things felt so much easier. 

Yeah, the breakup wasn’t exactly going well. 

A few weeks ago you came across Carmen at the grocery store of all places. Both of you had gotten so used to doing the shopping Tuesday mornings and, logically, you were both comfortable going to the location just like you had been weekly for months. Your breath caught in your throat and God he looked better than you remembered. The first thing out of his mouth was, “Great sale on gouda this week.” And the only thing your brain could conjure up was, “Well that’s gouda.”

You both stayed silent for a moment before bursting out in laughter. 

Laughter turned to getting lunch around the corner. 

Lunch turned into you straddling Carmen’s waist in the car while parked in the very back corner of the parking lot and riding him until your eyes watered and you couldn’t focus long enough to keep a rhythm. He wrapped his arms, such strong arms, around your waist and fucked up into you for all that he was worth. Trying to prove himself in whatever capacity you allowed. 

If he couldn’t love you like he wanted, he could at least fuck you better than anyone else would.

Once you two broke the seal of seeing each other it was hard to stop. There was almost a forbidden aspect to your relationship now that caused a small thrill to run down your spine every time you saw him late at night. You were pretty sure no one knew you started… Seeing each other again and you were both content keeping it a secret. 

So that’s how you ended up here. Standing across from him at 11 o’clock at night on a random Wednesday. You try not to wonder if he left ‘early’ the second you reached out, instead convincing yourself that it just so happened to work out he was ready to go within minutes of you sending your ‘My place tonight?’ text during this horrific blind date your co-worker set up. 

Jonathan, 6’1, finance major turned CPA for his family’s company. He was… Fine. Just fine. You left on good terms in case you wanted to call on him for back up one lonely night. The problem was no one else was Carmen no matter how hard you tried to look for him in the people that passed by.

And there he stood across from you with hair falling into his face and his eyes looking up at you like you’re crafted from Heaven. A skirt, thin tinted tights, a shirt that exposed just enough skin but not too much. The soft shimmer across your eyelids and glossy lips from the lip balm you’ve been continuously applying since you knew he was on the way. The last time he saw you like this was when you were fighting because Carmen accidentally showed up 15 minutes past when you were supposed to leave for a birthday party at your friend’s house and that night ended with you locking him out of the bedroom while he had to pretend he couldn’t hear you crying in the next room. He really didn’t mean to be late. Sometimes the nights just got taken away from him. 

Carmen hated that you were dressed up for someone else but he pretends you just threw this on for him.

Your arms cross your chest, totally not attempting to push up your breasts, and you let out a sigh while you stare at Carmen. “This has to be the last time.” His face is stoic, a perfect poker face. The last time? Break up or not he couldn’t imagine there being a last time he saw you. Half the time he forgets, still referring to you as his partner while brushing it off and refusing to correct himself. Then there’s times where he comes home to his empty apartment and realizes you weren’t there to light the long forgotten candles on the coffee table or open up the windows to air the place out. 

He closes the space between the two of you and stares at your face. Searching for answers he’s too scared to ask for. Your resolve is breaking, cracking under the weight of having him so close. Beautiful eyes staring at you, the way he smells like the cologne you bought for your last anniversary and clean laundry. If you weren’t so drunk on the sight of him you would have put it together that Carmen kept clean clothes at the Bear to make sure he could change before he came to see you. 

You’re both silent for a moment before there’s two hands wrapping around either side of your neck and Carmen’s dragging you two together for a kiss. God, he couldn’t stand the idea of someone else kissing you. Would they even do it right? Do they know the way you moan when he licks into your mouth or the way you always grab ahold of his wrists when he cups your face? Do they know the way you forget to breathe sometimes when you’re lost in it? He’d have to pull back in order to give you a second to gasp in a rush of air. Does whoever you were with tonight know any of that? 

You pull away from Carmen with a broken out moan, silva connecting your mouths and the faint taste of cigarettes on your tongue from him. Clamping your hands on his shoulders you just faintly push the two of you apart, trying desperately to collect your thoughts. Carmen crying during the break up, sobbing in your bed, living on autopilot for weeks, the way he kisses you like he’s scared it’s the last time anymore because it very well just might be. Everything coming back to you in flashes as he stands before you once again. 

“I called you here for a reason, Carm.” His eyebrow is cocked, eyes flickering down to the bulge in his jeans that started growing the second he kissed you. “Uh - Yeah? Isn’t that what… I thought that’s what we were doing?” Carmen’s leaning in again, letting his lips connect to your neck. Warm kisses being pressed in a path up to just below your ear. “No uh, oh, remember how you let me keep the cast iron?” He hums in response, teeth nipping at your earlobe while broad hands start grabbing at your waist. “Yeah, uh huh, the cast iron skillet.” Fuck the stupid cast iron. He’s much more concerned with hooking fingers in the waistband of your skirt, attempting to pull it down while you’re fighting to stay focused. 

“Well my friends came over the other night and oh Jesus.” He’s licking a strip up your neck now, only half focused on your story. “Carm, please, they were helping me clean up and someone left it soaking in hot water overnight.” That’s finally got him freezing in place, his aroused little sounds quickly turning into a groan of annoyance. “Fuck. That ruined-… I mean, the seasoning has to be ruined. Assuming it rusted?” You nod helpless, fingers dragging along his chest while Carmen stares over your shoulder.

His eye twitches involuntarily. 

There’s a deep sigh coming from his body as he steps around you, finally kicking off his long forgotten second shoe before walking further into the apartment to head towards the kitchen. 

And listen, it wasn’t that you were necessarily concerned so much with the pan. Sure the two of you had purchased it together during the first few weeks of talking. Carmen cooked breakfast with it every Tuesday morning and showed you how to care for this damn pan. It was the closest you two came to owning a pet just… In the form of a nine inch cast iron skillet. You were more curious if he would care. A simple way of testing the waters to see if he just cared about getting laid or still cared about you. The answer should have been obvious but you still had to know.

You follow behind him and wince at the stream of expletives that easily fall from his tongue at the sight of the pan in the sink. It wasn’t horrible but wasn’t ideal. “Y’know, crazy thing is I’m pretty sure I can guess who did this. They kept trying to convince me cast iron wasn’t any different from a standard pan no matter how many times I tried convincing them that just wasn’t the case.” He’s grumbling to himself while crouching down to fish out supplies from under the sink, easily navigating your apartment from memory. The two of you had bounced between your places and talked about moving in together once his lease was up. Going as far as touring a few locations but the conversation was long forgotten once the tensions started building. 

As much as Carmen claims he didn’t see it coming, he resigned his lease almost two weeks before the break up officially happened. 

You hop up onto the counter next to the sink and watch as Carmen gets to work restoring your pan. “Think it's gonna make it through? I can't believe this is how it might end for the poor thing. All because I wanted to make your chicken piccata.” A few of his recipes had stuck with you and sometimes you find yourself making them when you’re missing him extra at night. 

“Nah, it’ll be fine. Just some surface damage s’all.” You watch as the muscles in Carmen’s arm move with the scrubbing motion, your lips itching to kiss over every exposed tattoo. Snap out of it! This is just sex between two consenting adults trying to let off some steam. That’s all. You’re both just comfortable and it would take way too much effort for someone random like Jonathan to learn what you like. 

Carmen catches you staring at him, not that you were being subtle about it, and feels heat blooming in his chest. He grabs one of your kitchen towels and gives the skillet a good pat down before sitting it upside down to dry off. It’s not perfect, not yet at least, but he’s pretty sure he’ll explode if it takes any longer to finally get his hands on you. 

“You look pretty tonight.” He’s coming to stand between your knees, reaching up to you with the hem of your skirt as you hum out a small “Thank you.” It seems like every time you see him lately you forget just how blue his eyes are. So easy to get lost in them especially from this close. Your hands come up to gently trace the features of his face. Just the ghost of a touch but Carmen’s soaking up the affection. He tilts his head in order to press a kiss to your palm. 

His hands are dragging up your thighs, feeling the material of your tights under his touch. “Know how much you hate wearing these.” Your heartbeat is picking up so much it’s making you jittery, hands wrapping around the edge of the countertop to grip it as hard as you can. Keeping yourself steady. “Help me take ‘em off?” You arch your hips up off the counter as an invitation for Carmen. He’s wasting no time grabbing ahold of the waistband and dragging them down your body, groaning to himself as inch by inch your skin gets exposed to him. 

Neither of you miss the way you press your thighs together once they’re freed, hips twitching in anticipation. The tights are getting tossed across your apartment and left to be tomorrow’s problem. Carmen falls to his knees in front of you, letting them dig into the harsh tile of your kitchen while in pursuit of making his mark on you. He’s grabbing ahold of your ankles, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder while the other is brought up to his lips. 

Your eyes fall closed as Carmen starts trailing a string of delicate kisses along the length of your calf. His lips ghosting across your knee until he reaches the fleshy part of your thigh. While your hands finally escape the countertop and find their way laced into Carmen’s hair, he wraps his lips down against your thigh to start sucking a small bruise into your skin. “Carmy,” You hiss out, “What if I see Jonathan again? How am I gonna explain these?” But you’re not pulling his head away, instead doing quite the opposite by keeping his head in place. 

Carmen practically growls against your skin, a low and guttural sound coming from the man. His grip on you tights while he mumbles against you, “Fuck Jonathan.” You scrub your fingers against his scalp as Carmen finds another patch of skin on the opposite thigh to begin sucking a bruise into. His head ducking lower and lower under your skirt, the material finally getting you to pull your hands away from him.

Against all better judgment your thighs fall more open as he works his way down your thighs. There’s a series of small moans and whimpers coming out of you with no control as he reaches the top of your thigh, his nose dragging along the cloth covering your core. “D’you wear these for him? Or did you put them on knowing you’d end up texting me.” It’s impossible to answer when you feel his tongue drag along you, your hips rocking up towards his mouth. He’s bringing his hands up under your skirt now too and grabbing handfuls of where your thighs meet your hips to hold you down in place. 

“They’re purple, aren’t they?” A color Carmen had long ago decided he liked best on you. Something about the way the color compliments your skin… In all honesty, you were pretty sure he had purchased the exact pair you were wearing. You started the night with no intention of your date getting anywhere near your bed but instead being under the frame of the man who was exactly where you wanted him. 

He guides you to scoot you closer towards the edge of the counter, making sure you’re comfortable before mouthing over you once again. Hot, open mouth kisses being pressed almost exactly where you need them. One of his hands comes around your frame to grab a handful of the fleshy part of your ass while the other hooks a finger into your underwear, pulling the material to the side to expose you. 

There’s cool air being blown against your overheated body and your hands fly back to clutch at his back, his neck, the hair that’s exposed from under your skirt. Whatever inch of him you can find is being clung to like a lifeboat. He’s kissing the skin where your thigh meets your center, lips ghosting along the outer side of your folds. It only takes a few more pathetic whimpers before he finally takes pity on you and you feel his tongue go flat at the base of your hole, dragging up long and slow all the way to your clit. 

He groans into your core and the vibrations make you start to lose your mind. “Fuck. Fuck!” Carmen’s got your clit between his lips now, bobbing his head just slightly while he goes right to sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. If you didn’t want to be teased then he’d give you everything you wanted. One of his hands comes up under his chin now, a finger pressing into your tight entrance as his tongue works to lap at your clit, your folds, even dipping into you whenever his finger pulls all the way out.

A second finger slides into you while his attention focuses back to making out with your clit. You can’t keep track of the way he alternates between kissing and licking at you while his fingers push in as deep as he can get them. “So good, Baby.” Baby. It comes out of you by force of habit and it makes him twitch in his boxes. If you weren’t so drunk on him you probably would have started overthinking but he’s making sure your focus is on nothing else but his mouth for now. Carmen’s chin is slick with everything you’re giving him as he eats you out as if he’s a dying man and this is his last source of solace in the world.

“C’mon Honey.” He’s cooing against you, fingers crooked just how he knows you like it. There’s sloppy licks being delivered to your clit as his fingers pump in and out. His hand finally leaves it’s grip on your ass to apply a gentle pressure to the top of your mound, pressing down against the flesh to add yet another sensation. “Can feel how tight you’re getting. You wanna come for me so bad, don’t you? Be good for me.” 

Your hands fist around Carmen’s hair, hips rocking up against him and it doesn’t take long for an orgasm to wash over your body. You seize up at the feeling, thighs clamping around Carmen’s head as he licks you through it. He’s only giving you a moment to recover when you feel his fingers slide out of your sensitive body and he can’t help but go back to licking out the mess you’ve made.

“Gonna fuckin’ kill me, Carmen.”

He’s smirking against you but taking the hint. Your thighs shaking as he pulls back from under your skirt, taking a moment to appreciate the handiwork that was the bruises covering your thighs while you take a moment to recover. The way your pussy looks so pretty covered in the mixture of your arousal and his spit. Carmen can’t help himself but to swirl his thumb around your clit, your hips jolting up as you reach out to grab ahold of his wrist. “Need a minute please.” 

Carmen nods and stands up, wasting no time making work of unbuckling his belt. You collect your thoughts well enough to start unbuttoning his jeans for him, letting your fingers linger on his jean clad hardened length. “You, uh -” You won’t meet his eye, opting instead to start pulling his pants down his toned thighs. “You still okay not using a condom?” A roundabout way of saying ‘I’m clean, are you?’. Carmen nods as if it’s the most insane question in the world. Even if he’s not with you anymore, it’s still only you for him for as long as he can see coming. “No one but you.”

You can’t meet his eye, a wave of guilt washing over you concerning your earlier date with Jonanthan that quickly gets pushed away when Carmy grabs ahold of your jaw and brings you in for a haphazard kiss. Mindless, heavenly kissing. The two of you getting lost in the way your tongues know just how to navigate one another while your hand slides into his boxes and begins lazily 

“Gotta fuck you or I’m gonna cum on your hand like a fuckin’ teenager.” You giggle into his mouth but slide yourself off the counter nonetheless. Giving him one more tender kiss before turning around to bend yourself over the counter. It’s not the most gracious process but you’re tugging your shirt over your head on the way down, pitching it somewhere else to deal with later. 

He’s looking at every inch of you. Underwear still pulled to the side, the way the lace of your bra looks against your back. Memorizing every detail he possibly can just in case you wise up and stop letting him come over to defile you like this at night. 

Carmen is dragging the head of his cock through your folds, tapping it against your clit while you whine and rut back against him. The weight of his jeans and belt resting heavy against his ankles and keeping him grounded enough to not spill his load before he even makes it inside of you. You weren’t used to taking him all the time anymore, a thought Carmen can’t dwell on, so he goes inch by inch and gives you time to adjust to the girth of him. He was thicker than anyone you’d been with before and every random hookup together lately reminds you of the first time you felt him stretch you out. 

It burns in the best way possible and he’s so tender while you get adjusted. Waiting until you start fucking yourself against his length to take that as his sign you were finally ready for him. Carmen still starts slow, a teasing pace of pulling himself nearly all the way out before sinking right back in. “Pussy’s like heaven.” It makes you oddly proud to hear him call that out. To know you still have an affect on him after all this time.

“Think about fuckin’ you all the time.” He’s picking up speed now, “Think about how good you feel stretched around me. Such a good slut for me, aren’t you? Bending over and practically begging for it.” His words, once again, make your head spin. It was a common theme with Carmen. Your fingers lace in your own hair, desperate to grab ahold of something. “Always wanting you to fuck me, Carm. Dream about how good you make me feel.” Like you two were meant to fit together perfectly. 

There’s a lewd clapping noise coming from the way your ass smacks against his frame with each deep thrust. Eventually your arms give out, torso falling flat against the shockingly still cool countertop while Carmen fucks into you for all he’s worth. A firm slap is being delivered to your ass that causes you to yelp out, rolling your hips back against him at the same time as an act of encouragement. 

His mind is taken up with how good you feel. You’re perfectly stretched around him and leaking out around his base. So wet, so beautiful, so perfect. There’s a hand sliding up your back until it’s fisting around your hair, gently tugging at it and the new sensation has these pornstar worthy moans escaping you. Your loud and needy brain is completely empty as Carmen destroys you the way he knows how. 

“D’you think about me fucking you while you were sitting across from some asshole all night? Poor little pussy almost got fucked by someone who doesn’t know how to treat it.” His words are so casually spoken with just the right amount of bite that it’s causing your brain to melt. Jonathan didn’t stand a chance of getting within two feet of your panties, just another mindless date in your series of attempted ways to ‘get over Carmen’ which clearly wasn’t going well. He bottoms out in you, every inch of his length pressed as firmly as he can into your core. It’s so much, so full and he’s got you pinned in place. Unable to do anything but be used by him, just how you both know you love to be. “Or did you go just to make me jealous? Put on your slutty little panties and went to dinner knowing you’d text me to come fuck you tonight.” 

He’s grinding his hips into you on the impossible quest to get even deeper. It’s possessive, claiming, and you’d probably even be a little annoyed by his behavior if you were in a better state of mind. For now you’re bent over the counter with bruises blooming all over your thighs and enjoying an odd jealous streak coming from someone who, technically, has no right to be jealous. It’s making you feel dizzy and your heart throb and your pussy clenching around him. “You gonna keep talking or you gonna fuck me, Carm? ‘Cause if not I’ll call him to finish the job.” 

You liked riling him up. 

Another sharp smack is being dealt to your ass when Carmen starts to pick the pace back up. His hands are tight on your hips and his pace is brutal. There’s grunts coming from behind you that are making your head spin and if you were more coherent you’d be a bit more embarrassed about the drool sliding from the corner of your mouth as your boyfrie-….. Well, as Carmen takes care of you. He’s admiring the bloom of his handprint on your skin, brushing his hand along it before pressing firmly down to help soothe the buzzing sting of pain. 

He wasn’t fucking you as often, didn’t have you nearly as well trained anymore. These bi-weekly meetings are not doing nearly enough for your body. He used to be able to fuck you right through an orgasm and you’d keep going. So used to him working your oversensitive clit to his liking. Now you whine while grabbing his wrist and whimper out pleas for him to give you a few minutes. He hates not knowing your body as well as he used to even if he still knows you pretty damn well.

So when he feels you getting closer, he’s taking note. Keeping his pace exactly the same and letting his hand crash down against the tender flesh of your ass again. “You gonna give me another? C’mon, Honey. Can feel how bad you need it.” And you do. God you need every orgasm you’re lucky enough to get from him. 

Your hips buck and twitch and you let out a series of uncontrolled moans as your orgasm starts to wash over your body. If Carmen wasn’t between your legs then your thighs would have snapped shut while your toes curled and your heart started beating faster. You could practically hear it beating in your own ears. “S’good, so good. Thank you, thank you. Shit, thank you.” A mess but you couldn’t judge yourself. 

Carmen’s pulling out when he’s close after just a few more strokes, frantically jerking off his length to keep the sensation going. You’re rolling your hips back and riding out the waves of your own orgasm, glancing back over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Carmen with his head tossed back and brows knitted together in concentration. “Come on me, Baby. Wanna feel every drip on my skin. Maybe I’ll let you take a picture of it dripping down all the pretty bruises you gave me.” 

That’s all it takes for him to come undone. Warm spurts of cum landing along your back, your thighs, some of it dripping down your folds. The feeling is pulling wanton moans from your mouth that send Carmen into orbit. God, he doesn’t want to come back down to Earth. Collecting his breath and trying to keep himself upright while the aftershocks of his orgasm wrack through his body. How was he supposed to stay away from you when it felt like this? Especially when you just kept calling him baby.

He stopped cumming inside of you since the breakup. It made sense, kinda. But you hated it. Felt like a waste even though you wouldn’t overstep and ask for him to go back to finishing inside of you. He would, by the way. Without a second thought he’d bury himself in until he couldn’t go any further and fuck his cum into you as deep as possible. 

You feel a finger swiping up some of his cum off your backside and soon enough it’s pressed to your lips. Without a second thought you take the digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while licking him clean. He wants some of it inside of you one way or another. A subtle way of still putting his claim on you.

The two of you take a moment to recover after Carmen pops his finger out of your mouth. His hands are running a circuit up and down the side of your thighs and torso, still enjoying the view of your body relaxed against the counter in front of him. The tile was starting to become painful as your stomach bent over it but you couldn’t bring yourself to move just yet. You didn’t fully trust your legs to support your weight without the counter for support. 

Carmen’s rustling around behind you now. Reaching down to pull up just his boxes but kick his jeans the rest of the way off finally. He’s not ready for the stimulation of such a heavy material against his sensitive skin yet. There’s a clattering from the sink area as he retrieves another towel to get wet for you and a cup to fill with water. Your eyes feel heavy. Mind’s at ease having Carmen around again, not that you’ll admit it, and your body feeling languid after being fucked so well. 

There’s a glass of water being sat in front of you. “Drink.” So you prop yourself up on your elbows and nurse small sips of the water while the cool rag gets to work wiping down your backside from the mess he made. His fingers ghost along the tender flesh of your ass where he was spanking, “Feeling alright?” You hum into the cup, giving him a small waggle of your behind to reassure any concerns he had. 

He gets you cleaned up in silence, letting the both of you enjoy the simple moment. Carmen always prided himself on taking care of you. There’s warm hands, still damp from cleaning you up, rubbing up the sides of your torso before wrapping around the tops of your shoulders. His hips rub along your backside and you just feel so warm, so safe like this. “We gotta get you to bed.”

You just sigh and scrub your hands over your face. A beat of silence passes while you collect your thoughts. “Carm, I don’t think I can stand up.” Your legs are still slightly shaking and your mind has yet to catch up with your body. 

Laughter’s coming from behind you as he delivers a playful swat to your ass. “C’mon I’ll get you there.” This feels so simple. You find yourself questioning why the two of you even broke up to begin with when the good moments were this good. Easy, content, safe. Would you ever be able to find this again? Would he? 

He’s grabbing ahold of your waist while pulling you back into his chest. Your head falls back against his shoulder and Carmen allows his lips to once again find your exposed neck. A series of gentle kisses being placed as his arms snake tighter around your body. “Still feeling okay?” You let out a content hum and allow yourself to be held by him. “Feel better than I have all week. Thank you, Carm.” You feel him smile against your skin as he places another delicate kiss. “Always.”

The two of you stay intertwined until Carmen starts to encourage the shuffle towards your bedroom. He makes sure you get cleaned up and ready for bed. Brings you one of your sleep shirts while you brush your teeth and tries to not overthink when you offer him a toothbrush of his own because you just so happened to have an extra. Gives you privacy when you complain about needing to pee and you find it odd there’s a tug at your chest when he ducked out of the room. Part of you hated being that couple who left the door open or used the restroom while the other showered, yadda yadda. It was a sign of comfort and the door being pulled shut behind Carmen was a sign that comfort was long gone. 

Not that you cared. Totally didn’t care at all. 

He’s going to just tuck you in at first until you’re clutching at his frame and pulling him into bed next to you. Carmen never could say no when it came to you, especially when he feels his back sinking into your soft bed and your warm body curling up along his side. He should go. Get home before it’s too late and try to get some sleep. He’s already planning on getting to work early to avoid having too much free time to think about tonight in detail. 

But his clothes feel so far away and the long day is starting to finally hit him. You can practically hear him thinking over his options and your breathing starts skipping as you feel him begin to pull away. 

“Carmen.” Your grip on his chest tightens and it pulls directly at his heart. Since this whole… Situation started he never stayed the night when your meetings would run this late. Always picking his clothes up out of piles on the floor and mumbling something about needing to get home to get stuff together from work. You never asked him to stay anyway. Neither of you knew if that would make an already weird and complicated situation even worse. 

But tonight was different. 

There were hints of a storm in the distance you start telling yourself. If you focused you could hear thunder, somewhere, out there and you just wanted Carmen safe for his sake. That’s all. So you pathetically cling to him and hope you don’t kick yourself out of embarrassment in the morning. It takes just a moment of him looking down at you to understand what you can’t say and he’s giving you a little nod in response. His arms wrap around your shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of your head. Kissing every inch of you had to be one of his greatest pleasures in life.

“Remind me to season that skillet in the morning.” 

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Carmen, shockingly, sleeps through the night. The warmth of your body next to him coupled with your excellent sleeping experience. A comfortable bed with good pillows, a white noise machine in the corner of your room (the ice maker in the fridge at Carmy’s would constantly go off so you got used to sleeping with background noise to cover it up), it was the best night of rest he’s had in months.

Your sheets smell like home. 

He’s slowly waking up now and his first thought is how much he misses the weight of your breast in his hand. Second thought is how much he needs to pee but damn your bed is comfortable. 

Carmen allows his body to wake up slowly. Stretching his arms out above his head and letting out a satisfied grunt at the feeling of his well rested muscles. Blinking his eyes awake just enough to take in the sight of all the trinkets and items that covered your space. There’s some things he notices that he knows for a fact he purchased you. Bottles of perfume, books you keep telling yourself you need to read, cups you constantly forget to bring back into the kitchen until you’re fully out of them.

Did you keep any of the pictures? Photo strips from Navy Pier and the holiday market at Wrigley Field. Everything from the disposable camera you brought along on road trips and vacations. The polaroids that once littered a cork board in your living room that the two of you added pictures to so often. If he looked around enough would he find them tucked away safely in a box or did you pitch them when you knew the two of you were through. 

Carmen still has one. You took most of them while you packed up your things from his place and refused to let him carry any of the boxes downstairs. So stubborn, so full of hurt pride. He just spent most of the day trying to stand out of your way but always available in case you finally admitted that you needed help. Maybe a small part of him hoped that as you packed up so many memories it would trigger a ‘What are we doing?’ reaction and you’d go running into his arms. 

You never did. 

But you did take one trip down to your car with an overstuffed Ikea bag over your shoulder and balancing a box on your hip. Carmen knew he didn’t have long, and it kind of felt like stealing, but he rushed over to the box you just started packing up and rifles through the photos as fast as he possibly could. It took a moment of digging before there it was. A polaroid photo someone took of the two of you on New Year’s Eve. You’re wearing some cheesy headband and he has those tacky sunglasses on that show off the incoming year on them. His arms are wrapped low around your waist as he stands behind you, one of your hands resting on top of his while the other is reaching up and back to cup his jaw. You’re both grinning and laughing in the photos and nothing bad has happened yet. 

He hears you shuffling back up the stairs so he’s quickly throwing the box back together after sliding the photo into his pocket and rushing back to stand in the kitchen. Acting like nothing was happening. You didn’t even look over at him so it wasn’t like he had to put up much of a show anway.

It’s still safely tucked into his wallet. 

The sound of the front door opening and hushed whispers are finally pulling him from his half asleep, reflective state. It looks like this day is getting started if he wants it to or not. He’s tilting his head to press it into the pillow underneath him, allowing one last deep inhale to remind himself exactly what your scent smells like before forcing his body to be pushed out of your bed.

Carmen turns the corner in just his boxer briefs and you’re not convinced you aren’t still dreaming because fuck he looks good. His hair’s a mess from the combination of you playing with it all night and him sleeping so well. One of his hands is scratching low on his hips while he takes in the sight of you in the kitchen. 

Maybe he shouldn’t be so comfortable walking around your apartment half dressed still but God is this relationship situation getting messier since the day since the two of you reconnected.

“Ordered some breakfast from Yolk. Figured you were hungry and I’m sure you have to run off this morning but I uh-…. I just wanted to make sure you were fed.” You nod to yourself. Giving him an out as you start popping open food boxes. There was just over an hour until you had to get to work too so there were multiple excuses possible for this morning to end as early as it needed to. 

In an odd, roundabout, time to head back to therapy kind of way it almost feels like you’re dating your ex. 

“Yeah.” He nods to himself and desperately wishes he had deodorant, cologne, fuck even Axe body spray. Something to make himself smell better or feel more presentable for you. “Richie actually tried installing fuckin’ bidets to the toilets last night. Kept on running his mouth about how prestigious they are and he, obviously, doesn’t know how to install bidets. So the bathrooms are a little-“ He waves his hands through the air.

“Shitty?” 

Second questionable pun you’ve made lately. Pull it together. 

There’s a breathy little laugh coming out, “Yeah, shitty.” Carmen’s peeking over your shoulder as you plate up breakfast, sneaking a piece of bacon from under your arm before pressing a kiss to the top of your ear. “Thank you for ordering this.” 

You nod and try to pretend you didn’t stop breathing having him so close to you under the soft morning light. 

He leaves $60 tucked under a vase on your dining table to cover breakfast. 

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11:52 am

[DO NOT ANSWER]: Richie put his foot down and we’re stuck getting the bidets 

[DO NOT ANSWER]: If you’re wondering how my day is going 

12:17 pm

Shockingly my day is much less toilet related. I hope it’s going well. 

4:39 pm 

[DO NOT ANSWER]: I know so much about bathrooms now

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You laugh a little too loud as the alert illuminates your phone. There’s a fond tugging at your heart as the ‘normal’ conversations fills your chat history instead of the short “My place tn” or “I still can’t find my jacket. You have to have it”. Maybe saving him as do not answer seemed too harsh but having his contact show up as a photo of you two cuddled up with the Chicago skyline in the background, an innocent and horrifically cheesy “Baby Boy 💙” contact name modeled after Richie saying you baby him too much one night. Every time it flashed across your screen and Richie saw he gave you guys an endless amount of shit. It became a constant bit that none of you got tired of at the time. 

You were trying to separate yourself from your past with him as much as possible at first but now those lines just keep getting more and more blurred. 

One of your coworkers grabs your attention away from your phone thus leaving Carmen’s message on read. He tries to pretend it doesn’t bother him as he gets to work prepping for tonight’s service. Who wants to talk about bathrooms with their… Fuck buddy? Ex? God that’s still so weird to say. 

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Your mind was haunted by thoughts of Carmen Berzatto all day. 

No matter how many busy tasks you assigned yourself he always seemed to creep back in. You’d look around for him when a joke landed well at work and the group you were with erupted into laughter. Could easily picture his head thrown back as he scrubs over his face in an attempt to muffle the sound. When you were standing alone your mind wandered off to the way he treated you last night. So claiming. Expertly working your body the way only he could after so much time of getting to know it. 

The bed feels so much 

You throw the blanket away from your frame and watch as it bundles up beside you. Is this crazy? It feels crazy. You shake out the nerves, fluffing up your shorts and primping yourself for the photo. It takes one, two, seven pictures to get just the right angle. An image of your thighs against the bedding and your oversized sleep shorts bunched up all the way down your legs. Taking a deep breath you steel your spine and pull up Carmen’s contact.

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11:28 pm 

Headed to bed 

ONE IMAGE ATTACHED

11:29 pm 

[DO NOT ANSWER]: Fuck.

11:31 pm

Goodnight Carmen <3

2:12 am

[DO NOT ANSWER]: Can’t stop thinking about you 

ONE VIDEO ATTACHED

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The sun is warm against your skin as it slowly wakes you up. There’s an air purifier rattling in the corner that acts half as white noise while you sleep, half to soak up the smells of Chicago. Sometimes when Carmen’s especially exhausted you have to bring out the big boy and ask your Google home to play sleep sounds to mask him snoring all night. You typically didn’t mind the sound, knowing it’s a sign of just how badly he needed a good night’s rest. 

You’re fishing your phone out of the comforter in a haste to click off the horrific sound of the alarm and your eyes are barely open when you see the alert. A preview image popping up and you can just barely a blurry image of - “Holy fuck!” 

Your free hand flies up to clamp over your mouth as a mix of gasps and ‘no fucking way’ come out of you with zero control. With shaking hands you open up the video, half tempted to pinch yourself with a video of Carmen fills your screen. His hand rubbing over the bulge in his boxers and there’s a mess of shaky breathing coming from behind the phone. You can’t get the volume turned all the way up fast enough and you’re terrified to miss a single sound. 

And there he is. 

Fishing his cock out of his boxers and stroking himself for you. Illuminated by the lamp on his bedside table and his hand over lubricated to mimic how wet you get for him. He’s a mess of filthy moans, bucking hips, are you dreaming? 

The combination of the sun beating in and the way this video is making your body go hot is too much. You’re overheating, kicking the blankets away from you while your hand goes into your shorts on instinct. Toying with your clit even though you don’t have much time to spare as you watch Carmen get off for you.

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8:04 am

HEART REACTED TO A VIDEO

Mine tonight?

Fuck you sound so good

Wish I would have been there to clean you up

Say my name more next time please

How am I supposed to go to work now 

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No response. You aren’t surprised, he’s typically busy in the morning. 

So you go along your day and let yourself enjoy the thought of Carmen coming back over tonight to take care of you. You had thought letting him back in was a risky move but things seemed fine so far. Settling into the new version of what normal was going to look like. Maybe things would end up being some version of alright after all. 

A chirp from your phone catches your attention and you’re instantly uninvested in whatever task was at hand. It might be a little pathetic how excited you were but that is besides the point. 

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10:32 am 

[CARMEN]: Busy tonight

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Busy tonight? Go fuck yourself Carmen! 

You waited all morning and THAT’S the response you get? Were the multiple texts too much? Did you come off too clingy? Sure he just stayed the night, was two times in one week where he drew the line? 

So you leave him on read and take away the heart from his video. Change his name back to DO NOT ANSWER and instantly feel the urge to get off tonight leaving your body. Replaced by a subtle anger that only he can bring out of you. 

The workday seems to go by so much quicker as you have this internal argument with yourself and mentally pick a battle with Carmen. Maybe you were silly to think things would… What? Go back to the way they were? No, of course not. 

Ugh!

Carmen who, by the way, truly was slammed. Got stuck hosting an event for an old family friend that he barely knew but was convinced it’d be good for business. He’s overwhelmed by work and anxious with his relationship with you. The breakup was horrific. One of the worst things he’s had to experience so far which certainly says a lot. At the very least - It made sense. This though? Sleeping together, fucking when you have shitty dates and he’s your second choice for the night, taking pictures of dumb things he sees during the day because it made him think of you but never actually sending them, it made zero sense.

If only there was something the two of you could do to figure this whole mess out. 

But alas.

You bring home a salad that’s far healthier than anything you’ve eaten all week accompanied by some fresh pressed green juice nonsense you lie to yourself and mentally say is delicious. The boy detox starts now. 

The shower you take that night must last an hour. Every inch of your body gets scrubbed, your face and hair both get a mixture of treatments and masks. You primp and polish yourself up and convince yourself that this is all for you and not so you look better than ever and Carmen will have to regret his stupid and shitty ‘Busy tonight’ text because you were also just like so, so busy and -

Fuck Carmen Berzatto. 

You decide you could go the rest of your life without hearing from him and be just fine. It was his loss. You’re funny, beautiful, and excellent in the bedroom. There’s thousands of people out there dreaming about finding someone like you!

This internal argument keeps going. And you know what’s annoying? The second you fling yourself into bed you realize he left his scent all over your sheets still. It hasn’t gone away - Cologne mixed with Carmen. And you 100% aren’t hunting out the scent nor are you hunting out a reason to stay annoyed with him. Not at all. So you get back out of bed and grab the fabric freshener to spray your sheets back down with, giving it a minute to dry before falling face first into the mattress with an annoyed huff. 

So yeah, fuck him. You hope you never hear from him again and toss your phone on the other side of the bed. Forcing your eyes shut and making your mind go blank because otherwise you’ll stew all night thus continuing this Carmen induced spiral. 

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1:47 am

[DO NOT ANSWER]: Hey

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Fuck.

[aceyalonso]

ii - i missed you, italy

chapter summary : the long-awaited summer vacation in Italy is finally here. you and oscar finally start talking to each other but it's a little too awkward for you to keep the conversation going.

alternative summary : preparations for the piastri family's arrival and y/n somehow manages to fall asleep on oscar's shoulder

warnings : awkward tension, oscar is a bit rude in this

word count : 2.5k

a/n : there's more oscar in this I swear (song is just for the vibes again)

song : sar�� perché ti amo - ricchi e poveri

Y/n's family had arrived at their beautiful seaside manor in Italy, the air filled with a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and jetlag; especially from Gabriel who complained that 7 am was way too early of a time to wake up. The house was nestled in a peaceful, secluded area surrounded by vibrant greenery and scenic views. The family had arrived 4 days before Nicole's family to prepare their summer house for their guests.

As Y/n's family stepped into their summer house, they were immediately greeted by the few maids who had been taking care of the property in their absence. The maids warmly smiled and bowed, welcoming them back to their home in Italy. They helped carry the luggage and inquired if the family needed any assistance during their stay.

I approached my mother who was already busy organizing some belongings in the living room.

"Mom," I say. "I'm going to head upstairs and unpack in my room."

She looks up and smiles at me. "Alright, dear. Let me or the help know if you any help okay?"

I start to make my way up the stairs but stop for a moment, seeing Gabriel asleep on the couch. A smile tugs at my lips, observing my 5-year-old brother sleeping with a dinosaur plushie in hand. I quietly approach him and place a gentle kiss on his forehead before moving on upstairs.

I enter my room, taking in the quaint charm of the space. I began to unload my suitcase, placing my clothes neatly in the closet, and my makeup and skincare on the dresser. As I continue to unpack, I can't help but glance outside the window, taking in the breathtaking views of the Italian seaside surrounding the property.

Y/n finishes unpacking and takes out her phone, walking over to the window and taking a few pictures of the stunning view outside, the rolling hills, the quaint villages, and the bright blue sea water dotting the landscape creating a picturesque view.

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Y/n was in her room, putting the finishing touches on her outfit when she heard her mother's voice calling from downstairs. "Y/n! Lunch is ready! And we have guests, come say hi!"

"Coming, mama!" Y/n calls out in response, quickly glancing in the mirror to make sure her pair is in place "Just give me a sec!" She swiftly smoothed out her outfit and gave herself one last look before making her way downstairs to join her family and the guests.

I entered the dining room, pausing when I saw Sienna and Marietta sitting at the table. I squeal, unable to contain my excitement. With a wide grin on Sienna's face, she stands up from the chair, running over to hug me with Marietta following calmy behind her.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you guys are here!" I yell, my voice laced with joy.

Marietta responds to my reaction with a small, awkward side hug in return. Her expression was somewhat reserved, and there was a hint of discomfort on her face, but whatever.

Y/n and her family, along with their guests settled around an elegant dining table. The lunch was a simple yet tasty Italian affair, with freshly baked bread, assorted meats, and a variety of local vegetables.

The group bowed their heads as Y/n's mother led grace, giving thanks for the food and their summer gathering. After everyone had thanked for the blessing, Y/n's mother looked up, a warm smile painting her face.

"How are your parents doing?" she asks Sienna and Marietta, her eyes flickering between the two young ladies. "Are they enjoying their summer?"

Sienna and Marietta exchanged glances before Sienna responded. "Our parents are doing well, Zia (aunt)" she replies, her voice soft. "They're kind of busy with l'azienda (the company) but I think they're enjoying their summer so far."

Y/n's mother nodded, a look of understanding on her face.

"That's wonderful to hear," she said. "Work can be hectic, but it's important to find some time to relax and enjoy the summer."

Sienna chimed in, a hint of playful sarcasm in her voice. "And of course, they're leaving us behind to fend for ourselves for a bit" she added, rolling her eyes playfully.

For the next 4 days, Y/n and her family spent all of their time setting up the house for guests. They put away their belongings, rearranged some of the furniture, and made sure everything was neat and organized.

As the sun began to dip towards the horizon, Y/n's family gathered in the van, getting ready to go pick up Nicole and her family from the airport.

Y/n and her family arrived at the airport and parked their car in the designated area. They made their way through the airport, following the signs to the arrival terminal.

Y/n's eyes darted around, eagerly searching amongst the crowd of people for signs of May or Nicole.

As Y/n's family scans the never-ending stream of people, she suddenly spots a familiar face not too far away. It was Oscar, standing beside his family.

She tapped on her mother's shoulder and whispered, "Mom, I think they're over there. I'm not sure if that's Oscar but it looks like him."

Y/n's mom squinted her eyes, scanning the crowd for Oscar. After a moment, she shook her head, not seeing him right away.

"Which one is he?" she asked, her gaze still searching.

Y/n pointed discreetly towards Oscar. "he's the one in the black shirt, standing by the charging port over there," Y/n said.

As her mom finally spotted Oscar and his family, she walked ahead, leading the way as her husband placed a gentle hand on Y/n's shoulder. The younger brother clung to Y/n's arm, looking around curiously.

The three of them approached Oscar and his family, Y/n's heart fluttering slightly as they got closer. She could make out their faces more clearly now.

As Y/n hugged May, her gaze wandered to Oscar, taking in his appearance. He looked good in the black shirt, the color complementing his features. Y/n felt that similar flutter of her chest again but quickly pushed down her thoughts, not allowing herself to accept or acknowledge them.

As the two families walked back to the parking lot, the dads and Oscar took charge of loading the suitcases into the back of the van. They piled them neatly, ensuring everything fit snugly and securely.

While the men were engaged in their task, Y/n found herself standing next to Oscar, feeling a bit awkward. She tried not to make it obvious that she was stealing glances at him as they waited.

Y/n glanced around, noticing that there seemed to be little space left in the trunk. She looked at the carry-on bag that she and May were holding onto. She cleared her throat and addressed Oscar somewhat awkwardly.

"Uh, is there still room for a carry-on in there?" she asked.

Oscar's dad, overhearing the question, replied, cutting off Oscar. "Sorry, but there isn't any room left back here. Don't worry, Edie and Hattie can place them in their row later."

She nods, whispering. "Oh, okay. Thank you"

As they all climbed into the van, the seating arrangement was determined. Y/n's dad took the driver's seat, while Oscar's dad sat in the front passenger seat (due to Y/m/n's insistence). Nicole, Y/n's mom, and Gabriel settled in the front row, while Edie and Hattie occupied the second row with a few carry-on bags. Leaving Y/n Oscar and May to sit together in the last row.

As May decided she wanted to take pictures from the window side, she asked Y/n if they could switch places. Y/n agreed, and soon enough, she found herself sitting next to Oscar.

As they sat side by side, the awkward silence between them was palpable. Y/n desperately tried to make small talk, breaking the uncomfortable silence between her and Oscar. However, her attempts seemed to fall flat and their conversation remained stiff and unnatural.

As me and Oscar sit beside each other, I felt the urge to break the awkward silence.

"Soo.. uh, are you excited to spend summer here?" I ask, my voice sounding a bit forced and uncomfortable.

Oscar only nodded, his gaze still fixed out the window. "Yeah, sure. It'll be nice to relax somewhere new I guess," he replied, his response sounding somewhat indifferent.

As I try to continue our stilted conversation, May suddenly taps my arm.

"Hey, Y/n, which one looks better?" she asked, holding up her phone with two different photos on the screen.

I lean closer to May, taking a better look at the photos.

"The second one looks better," I say, pointing to the screen. May hums in agreement, mumbling. "Thank you"

May immersed herself in photography again, but the desire to continue the conversation with Oscar lingered in my mind. However, I held back, hesitating to proceed.

My thoughts echoed back and forth in my head, "I know I shouldn't force it. He might not be interested anyway. I don't want to appear pushy anyway"

As the drive progressed, the ongoing traffic added to the time spent in the car, making it a slightly longer journey than expected. Y/n's exhaustion slowly crept up on her, and she found it increasingly difficult to stay awake.

Without realizing it, her head had gradually swayed to the side, coming to rest on Oscar's shoulder as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

As Y/n's head rested on his shoulder, Oscar felt a sense of slight shock, not expecting it. Nevertheless, he chose not to disturb the girl. After all, she had done nothing wrong to justify him waking her or reprimanding her.

He was fully aware of her close proximity, her head gently resting on his shoulder. However, he remained still, silently allowing her to sleep.

Edie who was sitting in front of a busy May and a sleeping Hattie, had a clear view of the scene unfolding between her older brother and the girl. She noticed how Y/n's head was resting on Oscar's shoulder, stirring a mix of confusion and surprise within her.

To get May's attention, Edie decided to annoy her, playfully waving her hand in front of her face until May finally looked her way.

Edie then pointed at the scene in the backseat, silently drawing May's attention to the situation between Y/n and Oscar.

May, sitting beside Y/n, was initially confused by the situation unfolding beside her. However, she decided to let it go and not dwell on it. Meanwhile, Edie continued stealing glances at her brother and Y/n.

Oscar, seeming unaware of his sisters' attention, plugged in his earphones, immersing himself in the music, and quietly ignored the outside world.

Oscar, noticing that they were nearing their destination, felt the need to wake Y/n up. However, he approached the task somewhat nonchalantly, his usual indifference surfacing.

He gave her arm a firm nudge, his tone a bit brusque. "Hey, wake up. Your dad said we're almost home," he said, his voice low, lacking any concern or tenderness.

Y/n gradually stirred from her slumber, her mind slowly returning to consciousness. As she felt Oscar's nudge and heard his voice, her eyes fluttered open, and confusion briefly clouded her mind.

Realizing that she had been sleeping on Oscar's shoulder, a feeling of embarrassment flushed her cheeks.

As she sat up straighter, her initial embarrassment was replaced by a slight annoyance. She was in no mood to deal with his attitude, and her mood instantly soured.

She turned her gaze toward Oscar, her voice carrying an undercurrent of frustration. "Thanks. You could've been a little gentler. A more pleasant way of waking someone up, you know."

Her annoyance was evident in her tone, but she tempered it, managing to hold back from sounding overly sassy or rude.

As the families entered the house, Y/n followed suit, lending a hand to Edie and Hattie with their luggage. Despite her lingering annoyance after Oscar's rude awakening, she shoved it aside momentarily and focused on assisting their guests.

Together, Y/n, Edie, and Hattie carefully maneuvered the suitcases toward the living room. The hustle and bustle of unloading and settling in filled the air.

As the initial commotion of entering the house and moving luggage started to subside, Y/m/n spotted an opportunity to gather everyone's attention.

She clapped her hands gently to get the group's focus. "Everyone, can I have your attention, please? I'll explain the room arrangements."

Everyone ceased their conversations and directed their focus towards her. The living room quieted down, and all eyes were on Y/m/n.

"Okay so, Nicole, Tim. You two will stay in the room in front of the one me and Y/d/n are staying in. Gabriel will stay in the room to the right of ours." she explains, her hands waving around. "May, your room will be right in front of Y/n's. Oscar, your room is beside Y/n's room." she continues. "Hattie your room will be beside Oscar's, and Edie yours is in front of Oscar's- Oh, and don't worry, all of your bedrooms have their own bathrooms."

After listening to her mother's instructions, the group exchanged their goodnight. Y/n led Edie and Hattie to their rooms.

"Here we are," Y/n says "If you guys need me or any help, just knock on my door okay? It's the one with my name on it," she begins to ramble nervously.

Edie and Hattie say their thanks and retire into the comfort of having their own rooms.

On her way back to her own room, Y/n bumps into May, who has just finished unpacking a small bag of clothes. Y/n seized the opportunity to ask, "So, how are you finding Italy so far?"

May smiled, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear before replying, "It's pretty nice, the bed seems pretty comfy- but I'm thinking of swapping rooms with Osc. His room seems to have a better view than mine."

Y/n chuckled lightly at May's comment about trading rooms with Oscar. She soon bid May a cheerful goodnight, her laughter still lingering as she twisted the doorknob to her own room.

"Have fun room trading then," she said with a playful tone. "Goodnight, May."

May replied with a lighthearted goodnight.

"Sleep tight," she chimed in, bidding Y/n farewell with a tired smile. "See you in the morning."

After saying their goodnights, Y/n closed her bedroom door behind her. She swiftly changed into a fresh set of pajamas, relishing the comfortable fabric against her skin.

With fatigue setting in once more and the eventful day slowly catching up to her, Y/n wasted no time crawling into bed. She nestled beneath the covers, her body sinking into the softness of the sheets and pillows. Within moments, her eyes grew heavy, and she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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Ever since that running aemond pic came out I've been thinking non stop about his thighs so... would you like to write something involving riding aemond's thigh? I have no other wishes and I totally get it if you think that's not enough of a prompt. You can ignore this if you want but I'd love to see what you can come up with!

You asked for this back in June, I'm so sorry for how long this has taken me. I am a shambles of a human being, truly. I hope you've stuck around long enough to see this!

Warnings: Thigh riding, smut, me playing fast and loose with canon. Word count: ~1.3k

The candle that rests beside her on the reading table burns low as she sits in her and Aemond’s marital chambers. The book that is spread out in front of her, Coming of the Andals, lays unread; her fingers tap anxiously against its pages, as her eyes remain fixed upon the door.

Aemond had been called to a meeting of the Small Council. They both knew why, it has been a long time coming. The injuries that Aegon sustained during the battle of Rook’s Rest have left him bedridden, he is no longer fit to rule, and their grandsire’s capacity for what he can do in his stead has reached its limit. Westeros needs a Targaryen upon the throne, and Aemond is next in line. It is a position she knows that her husband is all too eager to fill.

He ought to be back by now though, it has been hours. The evening grows late, and she has long since sent away her chambermaids, refusing to be readied for bed. She has no desire to sleep until Aemond returns, so she forgoes the comfort of her nightgown, despite longing to unlace the meticulously fastened ribbons that hold her bodice tightly in place against her ribcage.

Tiredness and impatience pluck at her nerves, making her shift irritably in her chair. She startles at a polite rap at the door, if it was Aemond then he would simply walk in, he would not bother to knock. Her brow furrows in confusion as she rises, walking towards the door to open it.

She looks down into the wide eyed anticipation of one of the Keep’s page boys. He clears his throat before speaking.

“Apologies for the disturbance at such a late hour, Princess, Prince Aemond has requested your presence in the throne room.”

She sighs, nodding and bidding the young lad goodnight, before snuffing out the candle and making her way through the corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast towards the Great Hall. The walk is long, and she is grateful she has not yet changed into her nightclothes, as the gown she wears does little to keep the chill of the castle air from nipping at her skin. She would feel annoyed at Aemond insisting she come all this way, were it not for the mixture of curiosity and excitement that flutters lightly in her chest.

Pushing open the great oak and bronze doors, her eyes scan the long carpet that stretches the length of the room, up to the high, narrow steps that lead to the raised iron dais. Aemond sits upon the throne. She stands silently as she regards him. His arms rest on either side of the asymmetrical tangle of jagged and twisted blades, long fingers curled around the makeshift armrests.

He is dressed as he was when he had left her earlier that evening; black, leather tunic, black breeches and leather boots, except this time the Conqueror’s crown sits atop his snowy head of hair, the Valyrian steel and rubies gleaming iridescent in the moonlight. He cuts quite the imposing figure as his single eye stares at her impassively.

Slowly, she descends the steps into the Hall, making her way along the carpet, maintaining eye contact with her husband the entire time. His lips quirk, the faintest trace of amusement tugging at their corners as he observes the unhurried pace with which she moves. It is not until she stands before the throne that he bothers to speak.

“It is not polite to keep your King waiting,” he utters quietly.

“Prince Regent,” she corrects him. “And it is not becoming of a King to rouse ladies from their slumber in the middle of the night.”

He huffs through his nose, smirking at her as he leans forward slightly. “You do not appear to be dressed for sleep. I must say, I am disappointed.”

“It is improper for a lady to greet the King in such a state of undress, or is that how you will have all the ladies of the court attend to you?”

“Hmmm. I have not yet decided how I would like you to attend to me. Will you curtsy to me?”

“Never,” she whispers with a playful giggle.

“Such insolence must be met with the King’s justice.”

She takes his hand as he offers it out, gasping as he tugs her forcefully up to him, her knees landing either side of one of his, as she sits against his thigh. Even through her skirts she can feel the unyielding sharpness of the throne beneath them. She steadies herself, placing her hands upon the smooth suppleness of the leather that covers his shoulders.

Aemond grasps her waist with one hand, the other moving to weave itself into her hair, as his eye drinks her in. She allows her gaze to wander to the crown, taking in the way it sinks into the thick silkiness of his hair.

“It suits you,” she says quietly.

“It looks better on me than it ever did on him.”

“And is this what has kept you from our bed?”

“I wanted you to see.”

He flexes his thigh, raising his leg to brush against her clothed core and she sucks in a shaky breath, the sensation causing a jolt that makes her throb with want.

“I would have seen…” she retorts with a slight whine, as the hand holding her waist moves to her hip, gripping it tightly and encouraging her to grind against him.

“Not like this,” he hisses, tugging her head back by her hair and mouthing hotly at her neck.

She moans, her nails digging into his shoulders to ground herself, as she fucks herself against his thigh, aided by the occasional bounce and flex of the muscle from Aemond. The ache between her legs is almost unbearable, the gusset of her smallclothes growing sticky with arousal, as the sensation of his lips upon her flesh makes her shudder.

“This moment is just for us,” he mutters, pushing and pulling her more forcefully against him, encouraging her to move faster. “But we shall have many more like it.”

“Gods, Aemond, please,” she whimpers, insides clenching around nothing as the friction against her aching pearl grows more intense.

“I will fuck a babe into you upon this throne,” he snarls, shifting his hand from her hair to pluck harshly at the lacings of her gown, before tugging down her bodice and wrapping his lips around the peak of her breast.

Arching against him, she buries her hands in his hair, keeping him anchored to her chest. The warmth of his scalp and the softness of the tresses between her fingers are oddly juxtaposed with the hardened coolness of the Valyrian steel that crowns Aemond’s head, but she has little time to dwell upon it.

She cants wantonly against Aemond’s leg, the pressure in her lower belly increasing, aided by the swirl of his wet tongue against her sensitive nipple. When it finally yields, she collapses forward against him with a strangled cry of pleasure, a rush of wetness soaking her smallclothes and leaving a damp patch on the area of her husband’s trousers that she rests against. Warmth cascades over her body, making her feel boneless as she pants for breath and Aemond’s lips release her with a wet pop.

He holds her steady, leaning back to look at her, as a cat might regard a mouse it toys with. His hooded eye roves over her glassy eyes, her parted lips, her bare chest, before he lifts a hand to adjust his crown slightly. “Hmmm. Yes. It makes everything look better.”

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Back For More

Paring: TXT (separate) x Bottom!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary:Reader cheats with TXT (separate) and regrets it but can't get enough, so he comes back for more. (inspired by back for more by TXT)

More: Masterlist

Requests are open. I'm running out of ideas.

A/n: I totally didn't listen to Back for more Anitta and TXT ver on repeat while writing this. Also, Yeonjun's Guilty performance and Soobin's 23 curse are literally the best things to ever happen.

Yeonjun

The night was cool, the sky a deep velvet black dotted with twinkling stars. M/n, your boyfriend, was sound asleep, oblivious to the storm brewing within you. His gentle breaths caressed your skin, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a pang of guilt. But it was quickly replaced by the intoxicating thrill of anticipation, as you reached for your phone, dialing a number you knew by heart. You couldn't quite believe this was happening, but the desire to feel his lips on yours, his hands on your body, was overwhelming. It didn't matter that it was wrong, that you were cheating. All that mattered was this moment, this fleeting connection to the person you'd been dreaming about for far too long.

"Hey," Yeonjun answered, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for your call."

There was a brief pause before you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"Come over, then," Yeonjun purred. "I've been waiting for you."

The seconds ticked by as you both hung up, heart pounding in anticipation. You could hear your boyfriend's soft breaths, his steady heartbeat beneath your fingertips. But you knew that soon, you would be lost in the arms of the other man, the one who made you feel so alive, so wanted. You climbed out of bed, careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend, and slipped into a pair of jeans and a hoodie. The cold air hit you as you stepped out of the room, but you barely registered it. All that mattered was getting to Yeonjun as quickly as possible.

You crept down the hallway, your bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. The house was dark, save for a single lamp flickering in the living room. You could hear the faint sound of music playing in the background, and your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the song. It was one of your favorite songs, one that reminded you of the first time you met Yeonjun.

As you approached the living room, you could see his silhouette against the window, swaying to the music. His hair was disheveled, his body lithe and sensual. You hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of desire and guilt wash over you. But then you steeled yourself, taking a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside. "Hey," you said softly, closing the door behind you.

Yeonjun turned toward you, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "You came." He stepped forward, his hands finding your hips. "I knew you couldn't resist me." His breath fanned across your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't find the words to respond, your mind foggy with desire. You could feel his erection pressing against your stomach, and you ached to be touched by him. You wanted him to make you forget about your boyfriend, about all the promises you'd made.

Yeonjun guided you over to the couch, sitting you down before climbing onto your lap. His body was hot against yours, and you gasped as he ground his hips against you, his erection clearly outlined through his clothes. "You know you belong to me," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. "You belong in my bed, beneath me."

You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. You wanted this, wanted him. But deep down, you knew it was wrong, that it would only lead to more pain and suffering.

As if sensing your turmoil, Yeonjun began to kiss you, his lips soft and demanding. His hands roamed over your body, teasing your nipples through your shirt, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You arched into his touch, helpless against the feelings he evoked in you. He tugged at your shirt, revealing your chest, and you felt a thrill of anticipation as he ran his tongue along your collarbone.

You could feel the tension building inside you, the need for release growing stronger with every passing second. You knew you should stop, but you couldn't bring yourself to say the words. You just wanted to lose yourself in this moment, in the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of him on your tongue.

Yeonjun's fingers dipped lower, brushing against the bare skin of your stomach before slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. He gasped as he found your aching center, already wet with desire. He stroked you roughly through your boxer, his fingers finding your dick and groping it expertly. You arched your back, crying out his name as pleasure washed over you in waves.

"That's it," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You belong to me." He kissed you again, harder this time, his tongue dancing with yours as he continued to stroke you. You could feel the familiar tugging sensation building inside you, the need for release growing more insistent with each passing second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as you surrendered to the sensation. His hips began to move against yours, grinding his erection against your leg, and you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your control slipping away, the guilt and shame you'd been carrying fading into the background as you gave in to the passion that flowed between you.

Yeonjun broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he looked down at you. "I want you," he breathed, his eyes dark with desire. "I need you." With a groan, he pushed your pants down, freeing your dick. He grasped it in his hand, stroking it roughly as he leaned in to kiss you again. You moaned into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming.

As you felt the familiar tugging sensation build to a crescendo, you arched your back off the couch, unable to contain your release. You came with a shout, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Yeonjun held you close, his breath hot against your neck as he came as well, his hips bucking against yours in time with your orgasm.

For a moment, you were lost in the afterglow of the passion you'd shared. But then, reality came crashing back down around you. You glanced at the clock, panic surging through your veins. You had to get back to your boyfriend's house before he woke up. You had to explain, to make things right.

You climbed shakily to your feet, looking down at Yeonjun, who lay sprawled on the couch, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. You didn't know what to say, what to do. You couldn't leave him like this, but you couldn't stay either. The guilt was overwhelming.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice hoarse with emotion. "I have to go."

Yeonjun opened his eyes, looking up at you with a mixture of desire and anger. "Don't leave me like this," he pleaded. "Don't make me want you even more."

You hesitated, torn between your love for him and your promises to your boyfriend. But in the end, you knew what you had to do. You turned and walked away, not looking back as you left the house and hurried down the darkened street.

The cool air of the night did nothing to calm your racing thoughts. You tried to convince yourself that it was all a mistake, that you could make it right somehow. But deep down, you knew that the damage had been done. You had betrayed your boyfriend's trust, and there was no going back from that.

As you neared your boyfriend's house, you began to panic. How would you explain this? How could you possibly make him understand? You practiced what you would say in your head, but nothing seemed to adequately capture the depth of your regret and shame.

You crept silently up to the front door, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the weight of your actions pressing down on you, making it difficult to breathe. With a shaking hand, you reached out to knock on the door.

Soobin

M/n's mind was a mess. He had just slept with Soobin, his best friend's boyfriend, and now he couldn't stop thinking about it. The way Soobin's lips had felt on his, the way their bodies moved together as if they were meant to be. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but crave more. As he lay awake in bed, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they were together for real.

The next day, M/n couldn't focus on anything. He kept glancing at Soobin whenever they were together, wondering what it would be like to be the one who Soobin looked at like that. Every time they touched, it sent shockwaves through his body, and every time they looked into each other's eyes, he could feel himself falling deeper and deeper. He knew he had to talk to Soobin, to confess how he felt, but he was too scared.

So, when Soobin texted him later that night, asking if he wanted to hang out, M/n didn't hesitate. He quickly agreed, hoping that maybe this time, they could find a way to be together. When they met up, Soobin led him to a secluded spot, and before M/n could say anything, Soobin leaned in and kissed him passionately. M/n melted into the kiss, returning it with just as much fervor.

As they continued to make out, M/n couldn't help but notice the hardness pressing against his thigh. He reached down and gripped Soobin's crotch, feeling the heat radiating from it. Soobin moaned into the kiss, and M/n could taste the desire on his lips. He pulled back slightly, looking into Soobin's eyes. "I want you," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I want you so badly."

Soobin nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He led M/n over to a nearby bench, helping him sit down. Before he knew what was happening, Soobin was on his knees in front of him, unzipping his pants. M/n's breath hitched as he watched Soobin pull out his cock, already hard with desire. Soobin wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking gently at first, then harder as he felt M/n begin to lose control.

M/n's hips bucked forward, his hands tangled in Soobin's hair. The sensation of Soobin's mouth on him was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His legs shook uncontrollably, and he knew he was close. Soobin sensed it too, and he began to move faster, using his tongue to tease the head of M/n's cock. With a cry of release, M/n came, his seed spilling down Soobin's throat. As the sensation subsided, he looked down at Soobin, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared intimacy.

"I think we need to do that again," Soobin murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. M/n couldn't help but laugh, even as he felt another wave of desire building inside him. He reached down and helped Soobin to his feet, pulling him closer for another kiss. This time, it felt like they were really together.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, M/n knew that this was what he had been missing all along. He didn't care if it meant hurting his best friend or if it wasn't supposed to be this way. All that mattered was that he was finally with the person he truly wanted. And as they continued to kiss, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, he knew that there was no turning back.

Beomgyu

It was a stormy night, the kind that made the air feel electric and alive. The sky was a churning mass of black clouds, lit intermittently by flashes of lightning that cast long, eerie shadows across the city. The wind howled like a banshee, rattling the windows and causing the trees to sway violently. In this sort of weather, it was easy for people to lose themselves in the darkness, to surrender to their base desires and let the storm guide them where it willed.

That was exactly what M/n had done. Just hours ago, he had been lying in bed, his heart heavy with guilt, his mind filled with images of Beomgyu's face as he had cried out Beomgyu's name. He knew he should have stayed away from the other man, known better than to give in to the temptation. But as soon as he had seen Beomgyu's message, the storm raging outside seeming to mirror the storm within him, he had found himself unable to resist.

Now, M/n sat in the backseat of his car, parked in a dark alleyway, waiting for Beomgyu to arrive. He could barely see his own hands in front of his face, the interior of the car illuminated only by the dim glow of the dashboard lights. His heart raced in his chest, and sweat trickled down his back despite the cold night air. He wanted this, needed it, but he couldn't help but feel like he was on the edge of some sort of precipice, teetering between right and wrong.

When he finally heard the familiar click of Beomgyu's shoes against the pavement, M/n's heart leapt into his throat. The car door opened, and Beomgyu slid into the seat beside him. Without a word, he leaned over and pressed their lips together, their bodies colliding in the tight space. M/n moaned into the kiss, his hands finding their way under Beomgyu's shirt, gripping at his skin hungrily.

As they broke apart for air, M/n gazed into Beomgyu's eyes, his pupils dilated with desire. "I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice shaking. "I keep picturing us together."

Beomgyu smiled sadly. "I know. I can't stop either." He reached over and traced a finger along M/n's jawline, then down his neck. "But we shouldn't be doing this," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. "We both know it's wrong."

M/n shivered at the touch, his body betraying his resolve. He couldn't help but feel drawn to Beomgyu, as if some invisible force were pulling them together despite their best intentions. "I know," he managed to say, his voice little more than a whisper. "But I can't stop wanting you."

The tension in the air thickened, the air charged with electricity. M/n could feel his heart racing, his breath coming faster. He leaned in closer to Beomgyu, their bodies pressed together so tightly that M/n could feel the other man's erection pressing against his own. As the passion between them grew, M/n found himself unable to resist any longer. He reached down, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants.

Beomgyu watched, his eyes dark and hungry, as M/n freed his cock. "Are you sure?" he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"I don't care," M/n gasped, wrapping his hand around Beomgyu's hard length. "I just want you." He guided Beomgyu's hand to his own crotch, their fingers entwining as they began to stroke each other in a feverish rhythm. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the friction between their palms and the pressure of Beomgyu's touch driving M/n wild. He arched his back, moaning loudly, his hips bucking into Beomgyu's hand.

As they continued to stroke each other, M/n could feel the familiar ache in his ass begin to build. He glanced over at Beomgyu, his lips parted and his eyes glazed over with lust. "Please," he whispered, "I need you."

Beomgyu looked at him for a long moment, his expression torn. Finally, he leaned forward, his lips finding M/n's once more. As their tongues tangled together, Beomgyu reached behind M/n, unbuckling his seatbelt. He guided M/n forward, pushing him down until he was on his knees in the footwell of the car. Then, he positioned himself behind M/n, lining up his aching cock with his ass.

With a harsh cry, M/n arched his back as Beomgyu thrust inside him, filling him completely. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that M/n couldn't help but cry out. His fingers dug into the upholstery of the car seat, his body trembling as Beomgyu began to move inside him, their hips meeting in a furious rhythm.

As they fucked, the wind howled outside, the rain pelting the car like bullets. Inside, it was a different kind of storm, a storm of passion and desire that threatened to consume them both. M/n could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he neared the brink. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his hot cum spilling onto the car seat as he cried out Beomgyu's name.

Beomgyu followed seconds later, his body shuddering as he released himself deep inside M/n. They collapsed together, panting heavily, their sweaty bodies pressed together. The storm raged on outside, but for a few precious moments, they were the only two people in the world.

As their breathing slowed, M/n leaned back against the car seat, his eyes closed. He knew they should never have done this, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. Beomgyu's fingers traced gentle circles on his palm, and M/n let out a shuddering sigh.

"I'm sorry," Beomgyu whispered. "I don't know what came over me."

M/n opened his eyes and looked at him. "It's okay," he said softly. "I wanted it too." He paused, then added, "I've wanted you for so long."

The admission hung in the air between them, heavy and awkward. But there was an understanding there as well. They both knew that what they had just done was wrong, but they couldn't deny the powerful connection that had brought them together.

"We should probably get back," Beomgyu said finally, his voice still shaky. He withdrew from M/n, doing his best to straighten their clothes and compose themselves.

M/n nodded, his heart still racing. He didn't want to break the spell between them, but they couldn't ignore reality forever. He forced himself to sit up, wincing at the ache in his ass, and buckled his seatbelt. As he glanced over at Beomgyu, he realized that they would have to face the consequences of their actions together. They could no longer pretend that what they had done was insignificant.

With a deep breath, M/n turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared back to life. As they pulled away from the overlook, the storm seemed to intensify, the wind howling and the rain lashing against the car. But for now, they were together, and they would face whatever came their way together.

Taehyun

The night was still young, and the stars twinkled softly above as Taehyun and M/n sat in the dimly lit living room. They had been friends for years, but ever since M/n's boyfriend left town for an extended business trip, there had been an undeniable tension between them. It was as if the air itself was charged with an electric current, sizzling with anticipation. Every time Taehyun looked into M/n's eyes, he could see the desire lurking just beneath the surface, and it was driving him wild.

He leaned in closer, their bodies brushing against each other as he spoke softly into M/n's ear, "Do you ever regret what happened between us? I mean, I know we were both drunk that night, but… I can't help but wonder if you ever think about it."

M/n's heart skipped a beat as he felt Taehyun's warm breath against his neck. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but admit that he thought about it all the time. The feel of Taehyun's lips on his, the weight of his body pressing him into the mattress. It was like an addiction, and the more he tried to resist, the more he found himself craving more.

With a shaky breath, M/n confessed, "I do think about it. All the time. I keep telling myself it was a mistake, that I should go back to my boyfriend, but… I can't stop wanting you."

The admission seemed to ignite something inside Taehyun, and he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against M/n's as he whispered, "Then why don't we make another mistake?"

Before M/n could even process what was happening, Taehyun had him back against the couch, their hips grinding together as their lips locked in a passionate kiss. He could feel Taehyun's erection pressed against his own, and the sensation was driving him wild. He moaned into the kiss, arching his back as he ground himself against Taehyun's hip.

Their tongues tangled together as they explored each other's mouths, and M/n could feel the familiar ache building deep within him. He reached down, his hand shaking as he undid Taehyun's pants, freeing his hard cock. It was just as big and impressive as he remembered, and he couldn't wait to feel it inside him.

As he stroked Taehyun's length, his other hand found its way to his own crotch, massaging his aching erection through his pants. He groaned into the kiss, unable to believe how good it felt to be with Taehyun again. The couch beneath them creaked ominously, but neither of them cared as they lost themselves in the moment.

Taehyun broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at M/n. His eyes were dark and intense, filled with desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, running his fingers through M/n's hair. "I've missed feeling you like this."

With a growl, Taehyun positioned himself between M/n's legs, his erection rubbing against the other man's entrance. He leaned down, his lips brushing against M/n's ear as he whispered, "Are you ready for me?"

M/n arched his back, his hips bucking upward in silent invitation. "Yes," he moaned. "Please."

With a swift thrust, Taehyun was inside him, their bodies joining in a rhythm that felt so right, so natural. M/n cried out, his back arching off the couch as pleasure coursed through him in waves. His thighs shook and his fists clenched, and with every thrust, Taehyun's cock hit his prostate, sending him spiraling into oblivion.

Around them, the room seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them, lost in their passion. Taehyun's hands gripped M/n's hips, his eyes locked on their joined bodies, and as M/n felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, he knew there was no going back. This was where he belonged, with Taehyun.

As his orgasm crashed over him in a wave of blinding pleasure, M/n's entire body tensed and his muscles went rigid. His thighs shook violently, and he couldn't help but let out a hoarse cry as he came, his hot seed spilling over Taehyun's lap.

Taehyun followed him over the edge, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself deep inside M/n one final time, his body shuddering with release. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against M/n's sweat-dampened hair as they both struggled to catch their breath.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Taehyun whispered, his voice hoarse. "I want more. I need more."

M/n could feel Taehyun's erection still inside him, pulsing with each heartbeat. The sensation was exhilarating, and he couldn't deny that he wanted more as well. "Then don't stop," he breathed. "Don't stop wanting me."

Their bodies tangled together, and as they lay there in the afterglow of their passion, M/n couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection between them would lead. But for now, he was content to enjoy the moment and savor the feel of Taehyun's skin pressed against his own.

Kai

The night was alive with the sound of raucous laughter, the scent of cheap perfume, and the feel of sweaty palms as they gripped the smooth sides of a glass. M/n had never been much of a drinker, but tonight was different. The urge to escape from reality was too strong, and the promise of oblivion too alluring. He found himself wandering aimlessly through the crowd, his eyes searching for anything that might offer a temporary reprieve from the pain that had become his constant companion.

It was then that he saw him: Kai, his sister's boyfriend The man who was off-limits in every sense of the word. There was something about Kai that made M/n's heart race and his stomach flip-flop. It was as if the very air around him was electrified, and M/n couldn't help but be drawn to him like a moth to the flame. Without a second thought, he made his way over, unable to resist the magnetic pull.

As he approached Kai, M/n felt a mixture of excitement and guilt course through his veins. Kai was handsome, with his prefect hair and piercing eyes, but he was also taken. M/n knew that what he was about to do was wrong, but the need to feel wanted, to experience the heat that Kai exuded, was simply too great. He swallowed hard and leaned in, pressing his lips against Kai's in a heated, passionate kiss.

Kai responded eagerly, his hands gripping M/n's hips as he deepened the kiss. M/n felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine as Kai's tongue danced against his lips. The feeling was intoxicating, and for a brief moment, he forgot about the guilt and the consequences that would inevitably follow. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, lost in the heat of the moment.

When they finally broke apart for air, M/n looked into Kai's eyes and knew that he was in too deep. He wanted more, and he didn't care who it hurt in the process. "Take me home with you," he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. "Please."

Kai smiled, his eyes darkening with lust. "Alright," he breathed, leading M/n away from the party. As they made their way to his car, their hands never straying far from each other, M/n felt a sense of freedom wash over him. He had never been so brazen before, but with Kai, he felt invincible.

Once they were in the car, Kai reached over and undid M/n's pants, slipping his hand inside and finding him already hard. With a hungry moan, Kai began to stroke him, his other hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. M/n arched his back, letting out a throaty groan as the pleasure coursed through him.

They arrived at Kai's apartment in record time, their need for each other driving them forward with an urgency that was both thrilling and terrifying. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Kai pushed M/n against the wall and kissed him again, harder this time. He unbuttoned M/n's shirt, revealing his chest, before leaning down to suckle at his nipple. M/n cried out, his hips grinding against Kai's.

When Kai finally pulled away, M/n's breath came in ragged gasps. "I want to taste you," he whispered, reaching down to undo Kai's pants. Kai let out a shaky breath as M/n took him in hand, his tongue darting out to lap at the head of his cock. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of M/n's mouth on him. He pushed M/n's head down, urging him to take more, and M/n eagerly obeyed, taking as much of Kai's length into his mouth as he could handle.

M/n felt a surge of power as he tasted Kai, as he felt the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath his hands. He knew that Kai was his, at least for this moment, and he intended to make the most of it. He sucked harder, teasing the sensitive flesh at the base of Kai's cock, and then licked up along the length, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there. Kai moaned, thrusting into M/n's mouth, and M/n could feel the heat of his arousal spreading through his body.

Their encounter was a frenzied dance of lust and desire, their bodies moving together in a fluid motion that was both familiar and foreign. M/n felt as if he were losing control, as if he were falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of their passion. Kai's grip on his hair was tight, almost painful, but M/n didn't care; it only served to heighten the experience.

As Kai neared his climax, M/n could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing, the heat of his body growing more intense. He pulled away, breathless, and watched as Kai's eyes rolled back in his head, his face contorted in ecstasy. He felt a sharp twinge in his own groin, and with a groan, he came, spurting his release over Kai's chest.

They collapsed together on the floor, their chests heaving, their hearts racing. For a moment, there was silence, as if the world around them had come to a standstill. M/n reached up to wipe the sweat from Kai's brow, and Kai smiled down at him, his eyes still glassy with desire.

"I can't believe I just did that," M/n whispered, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and fear wash over him. He had never been so brazen before, but with Kai, it had been like he'd lost all inhibition. He felt a newfound sense of confidence, of power.

Kai laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from M/n's face. "I know, right? It's like we're different people tonight." He leaned in, their lips just barely touching. "Do you want to do it again?"

M/n nodded, his heart racing at the thought of exploring this newfound courage with Kai. They stood, still leaning against each other for support, and made their way to Kai's bedroom. The air was heavy with the scent of their arousal, and M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the power that had been unleashed between them.

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The treasure is all mine

-chapter four-

(Prologue, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three)

Genshin Impact x Creator!Reader

warnings: possible spelling errors, no y/n used, takes place after the sumeru archon quest

summary: after resting, your new friends tell you their plan to visit the dendro archon. You were very excited but had no idea what trouble little actions of yours can bring.

characters: Tighnari, Collei, Nilou, Wanderer (Hat Guy), Nahida, some guard npc's

word count: 3408

wattpad story here

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Tighnari's words from the previous night echoed in your mind. The journey to uncover your true identity was just beginning, and with the support of your new friends, they felt ready to face whatever lay ahead. The path forward was uncertain, but it was also filled with hope and the promise of discovery.

You awoke to the delicious aroma of fresh fruit and baked bread wafting through the air. The scent of ripe berries, citrus, and something sweet filled your senses, inviting you to rise from the warmth of your blankets. As you blinked away the remnants of sleep, you noticed the soft morning light streaming through the window, casting gentle shadows on the wooden floor. Slowly, you sat up and stretched, feeling the comforting ache of a good night's sleep. The previous day's journey and the warmth of Tighnari and Collei's hospitality had done wonders for your weary body. You glanced around, taking in the cozy, rustic interior of Tighnari's home, the shelves lined with various plants, books, and trinkets.

As you made your way outside, you found Tighnari and Collei already seated at a small wooden table laden with a simple but inviting breakfast spread. There were freshly baked bread, colorful fruits, and a pot of fragrant tea. The morning sun bathed the village in a golden light, highlighting the intricate architecture and lush greenery.

"Good morning!" Collei greeted with a bright smile as you joined them. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, very well, thank you," you replied, taking a seat and feeling the warmth of their kindness envelop you once more.

"Help yourself," Tighnari said, gesturing to the food. "We have a lot to discuss today."

You nodded, grateful for the sustenance and the company. As you ate, Tighnari began to explain their plan. "After discussing things last night, we decided it would be best to take you to the Dendro Archon," Tighnari said between bites. "She possesses great wisdom and knowledge, and if anyone can help you uncover your past and identity, it's her."

"The Dendro Archon?" you echoed, feeling a mixture of awe and anticipation.

"Yes," Collei confirmed. "But we need to gather a few supplies for the journey. It will take some time, so you have a chance to explore the village while we prepare."

You nodded, understanding the importance of the plan. "Thank you, both of you. I really appreciate everything you're doing for me."

"It's our pleasure," Tighnari said with a reassuring smile. "Feel free to look around and get to know the place. Gandharva Village is a special community, and I'm sure you'll find it quite interesting."

After finishing breakfast, you stepped outside into the vibrant village. The morning sun bathed Gandharva Village in a golden light, highlighting the intricate architecture and lush greenery. The village, often referred to as "The City Above the Forest," was a marvel of design, with houses built into the trees and connected by winding bridges and pathways. As you wandered through the village, you noticed that many of the villagers were glancing at you curiously. Their expressions were a mix of friendliness and intrigue, as if they were trying to understand who you were and what had brought you to their home.

After a few minutes of strolling through the village, you came across a group of children playing near a large tree. They were laughing and chasing each other, their joy infectious. When they spotted you, they paused and approached with wide eyes and eager smiles.

"Hi! Are you new here?" one of the children asked, their curiosity shining brightly.

"Yes, I am," you replied with a smile. "What are you all up to?"

"We're just playing," another child said, their eyes sparkling. "Do you want to join us?"

Feeling a surge of warmth and happiness, you nodded. "Sure, I'd love to. How about I teach you something I learned from some very special friends of mine?"

The children gathered around, their excitement palpable. You sat down on the grass and began to show them how to make flower crowns, just as the Aranara had taught you. The children watched with fascination, their small hands eager to mimic your movements.

"First, you need to find some pretty flowers and sturdy stems," you explained, demonstrating as you spoke. The children scattered, collecting flowers and stems from the surrounding area, their laughter filling the air.

Once they returned, you guided them through the process, weaving the flowers together to create beautiful crowns. The children were quick learners, and soon they were proudly wearing their creations, their faces beaming with pride and joy.

"This is so fun!" one of the children exclaimed, adjusting their flower crown.

"Thank you for teaching us," another added, their eyes shining with gratitude.

"You're very welcome," you replied, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. "It's something my friends taught me, and I'm happy to share it with you."

As the children continued to play and create, you felt a sense of peace and belonging. Despite the uncertainties that still lay ahead, moments like these reminded you of the simple joys and connections that made life meaningful. Soon after, Tighnari and Collei called you back to start the travel. Feeling both excited and a bit scared you start the new chapter

The journey through the vibrant and verdant Sumeru rainforest felt surprisingly effortless with Tighnari and Collei by your side. The forest seemed to welcome your presence, the paths almost guiding your steps as the dense foliage parted to make way. Tighnari, with his vast knowledge of flora and fauna, pointed out various plants and creatures, sharing fascinating tidbits about each one. Collei, though initially quiet, soon opened up, her laughter and stories adding warmth to the journey. The camaraderie between the three of you created a comforting rhythm, each step taken with a shared purpose and growing bond.

Before long, the towering silhouette of the Academia came into view, its majestic spires rising above the treetops. The awe-inspiring structure, built upon a colossal tree, seemed to defy gravity with its intricate architecture and grand design. The sight filled you with a mix of anticipation and wonder. With Tighnari and Collei's support, the path to discovering your past felt clearer and more achievable. The closer you got to the Academia, the stronger the feeling of hope and purpose grew, propelling you forward towards the answers you sought.

The bustling capital of Sumeru came into view, its port teeming with activity. Ships unloaded their cargo as merchants and travelers from all over Teyvat mingled, creating a lively and colorful scene. Market stalls lined the streets, offering everything from exotic spices to intricate jewelry. The aroma of freshly baked bread and ripe fruits filled the air, mingling with the sounds of lively bargaining and cheerful chatter. The buildings were adorned with intricate carvings and lush greenery, their architecture blending seamlessly with the natural beauty of the rainforest.

As you walked through the city with Tighnari and Collei, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and excitement. The sheer vibrancy of the capital was overwhelming. "Can we look around first before meeting the Archon?" you asked, your eyes wide with curiosity. Tighnari nodded, understanding your eagerness to explore. "Of course," he said. "There's much to see here. We'll head towards the Grand Bazaar first. It's a place filled with wonder and culture."

As you made your way through the bustling streets, the crowd seemed to part for Tighnari and Collei, their presence as respected Forest Rangers earning them nods and smiles from the townsfolk. The Grand Bazaar was a vibrant hub of commerce and culture nestled under the giant tree that supported the Academia. Colorful banners fluttered in the breeze, and the sounds of laughter and music filled the air.

Before you could reach the entrance to the tunnel leading to the Grand Bazaar, a captivating sight caught your eye. A red-haired girl in a flowing blue dress adorned with beautiful gold and silver accessories was dancing gracefully. Her movements were fluid and enchanting, as if she was telling a story with every step. Her hair, a cascade of crimson waves, flowed around her as she twirled, and her eyes sparkled with joy and passion. The small group of children watching her were completely captivated, their eyes wide with wonder.

Tighnari and Collei smiled, recognizing her immediately. "That's Nilou," Tighnari explained. "She dances for the Zubayr Theater, located in the Grand Bazaar. Her performances are legendary around here."

Nilou's dance was mesmerizing. She moved with an ethereal grace, each motion perfectly synchronized with the music that played softly in the background. Her dress fluttered like petals in the wind, and her bare feet seemed to barely touch the ground. It was as if she was dancing on air, her every move a testament to her skill and dedication. The children watched in awe, clapping and cheering with delight.

When Nilou noticed you watching, she beckoned you to join her. At first, you hesitated, unsure if you could match her grace. "Me?" you asked, pointing to yourself. Nilou nodded with a warm smile, her eyes inviting and encouraging.

Collei gently nudged you forward. "Go on," she said with a smile. "It's a rare opportunity to dance with someone as talented as Nilou. Besides, it looks like fun!"

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward. Under Nilou's expert guidance, you found it surprisingly easy to follow her lead. She moved with such fluidity and grace that it felt natural to mimic her movements. Her hands guided yours, her smile reassuring you. The crowd began to grow, more and more people stopping to watch the impromptu performance. Their cheers and applause were a testament to Nilou's captivating presence and your newfound courage.

More and more people stopped to watch, and soon a small crowd had gathered, captivated by the performance. The energy was infectious, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else. You were lost in the dance, the rhythm of the music, and the joy of the moment.

The crowd, however, began to cause a bit of congestion, blocking the merchants from entering and leaving the tunnel to the bazaar. This attracted the attention of the city guards, who moved in to disperse the crowd for safety reasons. One of the guards, carrying a spear like the others, approached you with a stern expression. "Please follow me," he said. "The Lesser Lord Kusanali has requested to meet you."

The sudden request made you nervous, and Nilou's expression turned worried. She stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Don't be afraid," she said softly. "The Lesser Lord is kind and wise. If she wants to meet you, it must be important."

Tighnari and Collei rushed to your side, having heard the guards words as well. "Don't worry," Tighnari reassured you. "It will be okay. We'll be with you every step of the way."

Collei nodded, her expression serious but kind. "We won't leave your side," she said firmly. "You're not alone in this."

With your friends by your side, you followed the guard up towards the Academia. The path spiraled upwards, each step taking you higher and higher. The grandeur of the Academia loomed closer, its magnificent structure both intimidating and awe-inspiring. The buildings were intricately designed, with ornate carvings and lush greenery adorning their surfaces. The closer you got, the more the air seemed to hum with an almost palpable energy.

Finally, you reached the grand doors of the Academia, standing tall and imposing before you. As the doors slowly opened, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The interior was just as grand as the exterior, with high ceilings, elegant archways, and an atmosphere of quiet reverence. With Tighnari and Collei at your side, you stepped forward, ready to face whatever awaited you inside.

The doors to the Academia swung open, revealing an interior that took your breath away. The first room you entered was vast and round, dominated by a magnificent water fountain in the center. The water cascaded gracefully, its gentle splashing echoing softly throughout the chamber. Around the fountain, potted plants added a touch of verdant beauty, their leaves glistening in the light. Above, a grand chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its crystals catching and reflecting the light, casting shimmering patterns on the polished floor below. Additional stand lanterns lined the room, their soft glow adding to the serene ambiance.

The room buzzed with activity as students moved about, their expressions serious and focused. The atmosphere was markedly different from the bustling port and vibrant bazaar outside; here, the weight of knowledge and scholarship was palpable. Some students paused to stare at your group, their curiosity evident, but their attention didn't deter your determined progress.

You followed the guard through the room, your footsteps echoing on the marble floor. The halls of the Academia were lined with more intricate carvings and adorned with lush greenery, a testament to the harmonious blend of nature and intellect that defined Sumeru. As you walked, you couldn't help but be struck by the sheer scale and beauty of the architecture.

Your journey led you to a grand library, a sanctuary of knowledge and learning. The vast number of books lining the shelves was truly impressive, each tome a repository of wisdom waiting to be explored. The library was illuminated by more of the elegant chandeliers, their light casting a warm, inviting glow over the numerous tables where students sat engrossed in their studies. The air was filled with the quiet rustle of pages turning and the soft murmur of scholarly discussions.

The most impressive feature of the library, however, was the stained glass ceiling. Intricate designs in shades of blue and green formed a breathtaking mosaic above, casting beautiful light patterns on the floor below. The interplay of colors created an ethereal atmosphere, making the library feel like a sacred place of learning and reflection.

In the middle of the library was a smaller, round room that piqued your curiosity. At first, you didn't understand its purpose, but as you stepped closer, a sense of familiarity washed over you. Though you had never been here before, you instinctively recognized it as an elevator. The realization was strange, like remembering something from a past life.

You stepped inside the elevator with the guard, Tighnari, and Collei. The doors closed with a gentle whoosh, and you felt the ground begin to lift beneath you. The ascent was smooth and silent, the library slowly disappearing from view through the elevator's glass walls. The higher you went, the more the grandeur of the Academia unfolded before you, each floor revealing more of its architectural marvels and scholarly treasures.

As the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, you found yourself on a higher floor, ready to continue your journey towards the answers you sought. The anticipation in your heart was a mix of excitement and apprehension, each step bringing you closer to the enigmatic Lesser Lord Kusanali and the truth about your mysterious past.

You step out of the elevator and into a round room bathed in a soft, ethereal blue light. The centerpiece of the room is a giant floating blue sphere, rotating slowly and surrounded by intricate constructions that defy your understanding. The size of the sphere is imposing, and multiple staircases wind up to a second floor that encircles the room, adding to the grandeur.

As you take in the breathtaking sight, you finally notice two figures standing before you. One is a small girl, exuding a gentle, calming presence. The other is a boy with a more intense demeanor, his expression a mix of surprise and something deeper, like he has seen a ghost. The girl quickly regains her composure and smiles warmly at you.

"Welcome," she says with a voice as soothing as a breeze through the trees. "You can call me Nahida. And this is Wanderer"

She nods to the boy beside her, wearing a navy blue kasa hat, a black turtleneck bodysuit, a white kimono, and other intricate garments, continues to look at you with a mixture of disbelief and wariness. His attire includes fingerless metallic gloves, black hakama shorts, a thick black and indigo obi belt, knee-high white gaiters, black geta sandals, and a patterned blue half-cape adorned with gold ornaments and a gold feather. This is the Wanderer, and his piercing gaze seems to search for something beyond your appearance.

Nahida's expression turns more serious as she continues, "I called you here to discuss an incident that occurred during the dance at the bazaar. A child was hurt and couldn't get out as quickly as they should have. I don't blame you, but this situation has piqued my interest more than I initially thought."

Before you can respond, Tighnari steps forward, his demeanor respectful yet firm. "Lesser Lord Kusanali, this person has lost their memory and does not even recall their own name. They were found in the forest, and their presence seems to have a profound effect on the environment. Flowers bloom, and they even met and stayed with the Aranara for a while."

Nahida listens intently, her eyes widening slightly as she processes Tighnari's words. "Is that so?" she murmurs, more to herself than anyone else.

The Wanderer finally speaks, his voice tinged with curiosity and skepticism. "The Aranara? Are you telling me they were living with those mythical creatures?"

You nod, feeling the weight of their combined scrutiny. "Yes, I lived with the Aranara for months. They took care of me when I had nowhere else to go."

Nahida's eyes soften with understanding. "It seems there's much more to you than meets the eye. The Aranara are known to be elusive and magical beings. For them to accept you so readily is extraordinary."

The Wanderer crosses his arms, his gaze still sharp but now more thoughtful. "So, what are you, exactly?"

Tighnari interjects again, his voice calm and measured. "We believe they may be something more than human. The forest's reaction, the absence of any scent, and the unusual events surrounding them all point to a deeper mystery. We hoped you might be able to help us uncover the truth, Lesser Lord Kusanali."

Your eyes widen. You had no idea they thought you were something more then a human. However you said nothing, you didn't want to be rude to someone like Nahida and wanted to know more about their theories.

Nahida nods slowly, her mind clearly racing through possibilities. "I see. This is indeed a complex situation. There is a presence about you that is different. We must tread carefully to understand it fully."

The Wanderer, though still skeptical, seems to accept the gravity of the situation. "If anyone can uncover the truth, it's Nahida. She has the wisdom and the connection to this land that we need."

Nahida smiles again, this time with a hint of determination. "We will get to the bottom of this. But first, let's address the immediate concerns and ensure everyone is safe."

The atmosphere in the room shifts from tension to a shared sense of purpose. You feel a mixture of apprehension and hope, knowing that these knowledgeable and powerful individuals are now invested in uncovering your true identity. With their guidance, the path ahead, though uncertain, seems a little less daunting.

After a lengthy discussion, a conclusion is reached: you will remain in Sumeru, living within the bounds of the capital until more is known about your true nature. During this time, you will have unrestricted access to the grand library, a treasure trove of knowledge that will aid in uncovering your past. You will also meet with Nahida once a week. Through various tests and exposures to different environments and stimuli, they will try to learn as much as possible about you.

However, this arrangement means that you won’t be seeing your friends as often. Collei and Tighnari must return to Gandharva Ville to fulfill their duties as forest rangers and caretakers of the rainforest. They promise to visit the capital when they can, but their presence will be sporadic. The Wanderer continues to watch you with suspicion, his eyes never leaving you, as if expecting something to reveal itself at any moment. Nahida, on the other hand, seems to already be forming theories, her mind working quickly behind her gentle eyes.

As you stand there, surrounded by these remarkable individuals, you feel a mixture of hope and sadness. The path to discovering your identity may be long and challenging, but you are not alone. With the support of Nahida and the resources of the Akademiya, you take your first steps toward uncovering the mystery of who you truly are.

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Thank you so much for reading! Fell free to give me feedback and ideas how to continue this!

P.S. Sorry for not posting in a while! I got really sick and wasn't able to do much.

Mika

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[moonselune]

Bit of a sensitive topic. But what about the BG3 ladies who have just entered into a new and shiny relationship with a fem Tav and the two are getting ready to sleep together for the first time, only to realize that Tav is inexperienced / a virgin and is very nervous about the whole ordeal.

This was so sweet to write !

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Karlach:

Karlach's excitement is palpable as she leads you to her tent, her eyes alight with anticipation. However, as the moments pass, she notices your nervous fidgeting and hesitation. She pauses, her warm hand cupping your cheek tenderly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asks softly, her voice filled with concern.

"I'm sorry.." You take a deep breath, your voice trembling as you admit, "I'm... inexperienced. I've never done this before."

Karlach's eyes soften with understanding, and she gives you a reassuring smile, pulling you into her embrace, "It's okay, babe. We don't have to rush into anything. We can take it nice and slow, don't you worry,"

Her strong arms offered a sense of safety and warmth. Karlach guides you to the bed, her touch tender and respectful. Throughout the night, Karlach is patient and attentive, her every action is aimed at easing your nerves and making you feel more than loved. And you feel more than loved, the entire time.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

Minthara's usual commanding demeanor softens slightly as she leads you to her tent. However, she quickly notices your nervous energy and the way your hands tremble. She stops, her eyes narrowing with concern.

"What is troubling you?" she asks, her voice a mixture of curiosity and worry.

"Don't mock me. but," Taking a deep breath, you start to confess, "I'm.. how you say..inexperienced. You will be my first."

"And what an honour it is," Minthara's eyes soften, and she steps closer, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. "There is no need for fear." she murmurs, her voice surprisingly gentle.

Minthara's touch is firm yet careful, her usual intensity tempered with a desire to make you feel safe and secure. You soon feel secure in her embrace and she gives you a reserved tenderness you had only seen a few times before. Her acts are doting and you thank the gods that your first was with her.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel

Lae'zel's eagerness is evident as she leads you to her tent, her confidence clear in every movement, it worries you. She turns to you, her eyes sharp and assessing, but they soften slightly when she notices your hesitation.

"You seem uneasy. Scared?" she asks, her voice laced with mock bravado but underlined with genuine concern.

You force a smile but then take a deep breath, deciding to be honest. "No! Well, yes… I'm somewhat...inexperienced, Lae'zel. I've never been with anyone before."

Lae'zel's expression changes instantly, the fierce warrior melting into something more tender. She steps closer, her strong hands gently cupping your face, tilting your chin up so your eyes meet hers.

"I will guide you through this," she murmurs, her voice surprisingly gentle and reassuring. "There is no shame in learning."

She leans in, her forehead resting against yours, offering a silent promise of patience and understanding. Her touch is firm but respectful as she leads you to the bedroll. Lae'zel takes her time with you, her movements are deliberate and careful, and the entire night she ensures that you are comfortable and at ease.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart's eyes are filled with a mixture of anticipation and tenderness as she leads you to her tent, the soft glow of the campfire casting shadows that dance around you both. The interior of her tent is modest yet inviting, though it does nothing to soothe your nerves.

As she begins to undress, she notices your nervous fidgeting and hesitation. She pauses, turning to you with a concerned expression.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" she asks softly, her voice a tender balm to your nerves.

You swallow hard, your voice trembling slightly as you confess, "I-uh, I've never done this before."

Shadowheart's gaze softens with understanding, and she steps closer, wrapping her arms around you in a comforting embrace. "It's okay. We don't have to rush into anything, I'll make sure you're comfortable every step of the way. I promise,"

You nod your head and melt into her. Her touch is tender and reassuring, her movements careful and considerate. Shadowheart is patient and gentle, that night, her every action aimed at making you feel cherished and safe.

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Jaheira:

The room is warm and inviting, filled with plants and artifacts that show her connection to nature, and anticipation is heavy in the air. She puts away your goblets of wine, looking at you with a mix of love and desire, but as she walks towards you, she notices your nervous fidgeting and hesitation. Her brows furrow slightly and she reaches out to you, her warm hand cupping your cheek tenderly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asks softly, her voice filled with genuine concern. You take a deep breath, and steady yourself.

"I'm… just not as experienced as you… I've never done this before." You confess, before quickly adding, "And I'm not even trying to make a 'you're old joke'"

The two of you fall into a comfortable laughter, your heads bowing briefly before Jaheira looks up to you. Jaheira's eyes are filled with understanding and compassion. She smiles warmly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "It's okay, my love. We can take it slow, I've got you."

She pulls you into a gentle hold, her strong arms enveloping you in a sense of safety and warmth. Jaheira's touch is tender and respectful as she guides you to the bed, her every action infused with patience and care.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

These ones are short but sweet, did find it a bit difficult to differentiate them but I tried my best :) - Seluney xox

[pangea11]

Wonyoung x F!reader

BAGUETTE 🥖

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The early morning sun filtered through the windows of their penthouse, casting a warm glow over the spacious living room. Wonyoung stirred from her sleep, blinking groggily as she glanced around the room, her heart pounding in her chest.

Y/n was nowhere to be seen.

Panic gripped Wonyoung's chest as she scrambled out of bed, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Has something happened to Y/n? Had she left without saying anything?

Just as Wonyoung's thoughts spiraled out of control, the click of the main door caught her attention. Relief flooded through her as Y/n stepped inside, a paper bag containing a baguette swinging from her hand.

"Hey, baby," Y/n greeted, her voice was soft and gentle. "Good morning. I just went out to get a baguette from the new bakery nearby. I would have brought you with me, but you were sleeping so soundly."

Before Y/n could say another word, Wonyoung rushed towards her, her arms wrapping tightly around her smaller frame. The baguette slipped from Y/n's hand, forgotten as Wonyoung buried her face in Y/n's neck, her breath coming in shaky gasps.

"I thought I had lost you," Wonyoung whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Y/n giggled at Wonyoung's antics, her own arms coming up to return the embrace. "But, Wony, I just went out to get a baguette," she said, her tone affectionate.

Wonyoung's whine of protest was drowned out by the sound of Y/n's laughter as she swung her gently from side to side.

As Wonyoung held Y/n close, her heart overflowed with relief and gratitude. She pressed kisses to Y/n's cheek, her lips trailing a path of affection along the curve of her jaw.

"I'm sorry," Wonyoung murmured, her voice muffled against Y/n's skin. "I just... I woke up and you weren't there, and I panicked."

Y/n's fingers threaded through Wonyoung's hair, soothing away her worries with gentle strokes. "It's okay, Wony," she whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'm right here, safe and sound."

Wonyoung pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Y/n's face for any sign of distress. When she found none, she smiled, a sense of peace settling over her. "I love you," she said earnestly, her voice filled with sincerity.

Y/n's smile mirrored Wonyoung's own, her eyes sparkling with affection. "I love you too," she replied.

Y/n's eyes widened in realization as she glanced down at the paper bag lying forgotten on the floor. With a playful grin, she leaned down to retrieve it, holding it up triumphantly.

"Ah, the baguette!" Y/n exclaimed, her voice filled with amusement. "I almost forgot about it amidst all the excitement."

Wonyoung chuckled, her heart swelling with affection for the adorable sight before her. "Well, it looks delicious," she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/n's eyes sparkled with excitement as she glanced at the baguette in her hand, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I have an idea," she exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Wonyoung raised an eyebrow, curious to see what Y/n had in mind. "What is it?" she asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Y/n's grin widened as she set the baguette down on the kitchen counter, her hands moving deftly as she gathered ingredients from the fridge and pantry. "I'm going to make us something special," she announced, her voice bubbling with anticipation.

With practiced ease, Y/n sliced the baguette into thick slices, then set to work grilling them to golden perfection. The kitchen soon filled with the mouthwatering aroma of toasted bread, making Wonyoung's stomach growl in anticipation.

But Y/n wasn't done yet. With a flourish, she cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them together until they were light and fluffy. She poured the mixture into a skillet, cooking them until they were perfectly scrambled and oh-so-soft.

And as if that wasn't enough, Y/n also whipped up a batch of fluffy pancakes, the batter light and airy as she poured it onto the griddle, each pancake rising into a golden brown masterpiece.

Before long, the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing scents of grilled cheese, fluffy eggs, and pancakes, creating a symphony of deliciousness that made Wonyoung's mouth water.

Y/n beamed with pride as she plated the food, arranging everything with care and attention to detail. "Breakfast is served," she announced, gesturing towards the spread with a flourish.

Wonyoung's eyes widened in delight as she took in the feast before her. "Wow," she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "You outdid yourself, Y/n."

Y/n blushed at the praise, her heart swelling with happiness at Wonyoung's reaction. "I just wanted to make something special for us," she said, her voice soft with affection.

As they dug into the feast Y/n had prepared, Wonyoung couldn't help but marvel at the way each bite melted in her mouth, a symphony of flavors dancing on her tongue. The grilled cheese was perfectly crispy on the outside, with gooey cheese oozing out from between the slices of baguette. The fluffy eggs were light and airy, with just the right amount of seasoning to enhance their flavor. And the pancakes... oh, the pancakes were a revelation, fluffy and golden brown, drizzled with maple syrup and topped with a dollop of whipped cream.

"This is amazing," Wonyoung exclaimed between mouthfuls, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I can't believe you made all of this."

Y/n smiled, her heart swelling with happiness at Wonyoung's appreciation. "I'm glad you like it," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I wanted to do something special for you."

Wonyoung reached across the table, taking Y/n's hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "You always know how to make me feel loved," she said, her voice soft with emotion.

After they finished their delightful breakfast, Y/n and Wonyoung embarked on a mission to tackle the clutter that had accumulated in their penthouse. With laughter and playful banter filling the air, they worked together to tidy up their living space, each task feeling like a shared adventure.

Y/n hummed a cheerful tune as she gathered dirty dishes from the table, while Wonyoung tackled the pile of newspapers that had been accumulating in the corner. They moved around the room with ease, their movements synchronized as they worked in harmony to restore order to their home.

As they cleaned, they reminisced about the memories they had made in their cozy little penthouse – the lazy Sunday mornings spent cuddled up on the couch, the impromptu dance parties in the living room, the quiet moments shared in each other's arms.

They stood back to admire their handiwork, their penthouse gleaming with newfound cleanliness, Wonyoung looked down at Y/n, "should we watch a movie?"

Y/n smiled at Wonyoung, her heart fluttering at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect," she replied, her voice filled with excitement. "I'll make some popcorn while you pick out a movie."

Wonyoung grinned, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she grabbed the remote and settled onto the couch. Y/n disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of popcorn popping filling the air as she prepared their favorite snack.

When Y/n returned with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn and snuggled up next to Wonyoung on the couch, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the room. A bowl of popcorn rested between them, forgotten as they became engrossed in the movie playing before them.

Wonyoung had chosen a horror movie, eager for a thrill on their cozy night in. But as the tension built on screen, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over her. She buried her face in Wonyoung's shoulder, her fingers clutching at the fabric of her shirt.

Wonyoung glanced down at Y/n, concern etched into her features. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from Y/n's face.

Y/n nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine," she replied, trying to sound brave despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

But as the movie continued, Y/n found herself growing more and more anxious, the suspense becoming unbearable. With a shaky breath, she finally spoke up. "Wonyoung, I don't think I can watch this anymore," she admitted, her voice trembling with fear.

Wonyoung's heart melted at the sight of Y/n's distress, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive. Without hesitation, she reached for the remote and paused the movie, turning to face Y/n with a gentle smile.

"It's okay, love," Wonyoung said soothingly, her arms wrapping around Y/n in a comforting embrace. "We can watch something else, something less scary."

Y/n let out a sigh of relief, grateful for Wonyoung's understanding. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

Wonyoung pressed a tender kiss to Y/n's forehead, her love for her partner shining in her eyes. "Anything for you, love," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth.

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It's Always Been You

Part 3

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Word Count - 4,855

A:N this isn't exactly what I pictured for this chapter, but it goes into more detail about their feelings. Which idk about you, but I have been dying to figure out.

Y/N stepped out of the apartment building, the cold night air whipping at her face and stinging her tear-stained cheeks. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to compose herself as she made her way down the sidewalk, her heels clicking against the pavement.

As she approached the curb, she saw a sleek grey Mercedes parked along the street, its engine idling softly. The driver's side door opened, and a tall, handsome man stepped out, a concerned expression on his face as he hurried to greet her.

"Hi," he said, his voice warm and slightly hesitant. "Are you alright? I got scared you were gonna ditch me out here."

Y/N forced a laugh, the sound hollow and brittle to her own ears. She felt a pang of guilt at the concern in his voice. If only he knew how close she had come to canceling.

How the thought of walking back into that apartment and facing Jack again made her stomach churn with a sickening mixture of heartbreak and humiliation.

She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over once again.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it, couldn't bear the thought of spending another night alone in her room, crying herself to sleep over a man who would never love her the way she wanted him to.

So instead, she pasted on a smile, straightening her shoulders with false bravado, hoping that the dim streetlights would hide the redness of her eyes and the tremor in her hands.

"No, no, I wouldn't do that," she said, her voice falsely bright. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit.

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. I just had a little trouble finding my keys." The lie tasted bitter on her tongue.

Liam studied her face for a moment, his blue eyes searching hers. His brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? You look upset." He reached out tentatively, his fingertips grazing her arm in a comforting gesture.

Y/n hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as she debated whether to tell him the truth. She had only matched with Liam a while ago, and the last thing she wanted was to burden him with her problems.

But there was something about his gentle, caring demeanor that made her feel safe and understood. She met his gaze, seeing only kindness and warmth reflected back at her.

"It's nothing," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She averted her gaze, focusing on a crack in the sidewalk. "Me and my roommate just had a disagreement. Happens all the time." The words felt flimsy, a poor attempt to downplay the depth of her pain.

Liam's expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand in his. His touch was warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the icy cold that surrounded them.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I hope tonight makes you feel better." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing gesture.

Y/N nodded, blinking back fresh tears. She drew in a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "I'm sure it will Liam." She managed a small, grateful smile, hoping it reached her eyes.

The man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he held out his hand to her. "No worries," he said, his voice warm and reassuring.

"I'm just glad you're here. I've been looking forward to this all week." His excitement was palpable, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/N felt a flicker of warmth in her chest at his words, a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, this night wouldn't be a complete disaster.

She hesitated for a brief moment before placing her hand in his, letting him help her into the car, the leather seats cool and smooth against her bare legs. The simple chivalrous gesture made her feel cared for, a welcome change from the emptiness that had consumed her.

As they climbed into the warmth of the Mercedes, Y/N felt a flicker of something she hadn't felt in a long time: hope. Maybe, just maybe, Liam could help her forget about Jack, even for a little while.

She glanced over at him as he settled into the driver's seat, admiring the strong line of his jaw and the way his hands gripped the steering wheel with easy confidence.

they drove away from the curb, Y/N leaned her head back against the headrest, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to block out the memory of Jack's words, the look of pity and regret on his face as he shattered her heart into a million tiny pieces. She forced herself to take deep, even breaths, focusing on the present moment and the possibility of a fresh start.

.…

Jacks POV

Jack stormed back into the apartment, slamming the door behind him with a force that rattled the walls. His heart heart throbbed violently, a nauseating mixture of anger, jealousy, and regret churning in his stomach as he replayed the conversation with Y/N over and over again in his mind.

He paced the length of the living room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to calm the rage that threatened to consume him. The apartment felt too small, too cramped, the walls closing in on him as he struggled to breathe past the lump in his throat.

Everywhere he looked, he saw reminders of Y/N - the soft grey blanket she always curled up with on movie nights, the stack of her favorite books on the coffee table, the framed picture of the two of them at graduation, their arms around each other and their smiles wide and carefree.

He picked up the picture and stared at it for a long moment, his heart aching. He couldn't believe that everything was over. They had been together for so long, he couldn't imagine his life without her. He threw the picture across the room, where it shattered against the wall.

He sank down on the couch, his head in his hands.

With a growl of frustration, Jack snatched up his phone, his fingers shaking as he opened the tracking app and searched for Y/N's location. He knew it was wrong, knew that he had no right to invade her privacy like this, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to know where she was, needed to know that she was safe.

The app showed her moving through the city, the little red dot that represented her weaving through the streets at a steady pace. Jack watched it for a long moment, his heart clenching with every passing second, before he finally tore his eyes away, disgusted with himself.

He stalked into the kitchen, his mind racing as he tried to think of something, anything, to distract himself from the pain that threatened to tear him apart.

His eyes fell on the recipe box that Y/N had brought with her when she moved in, the faded index cards inside filled with her grandmother's handwriting and the smells of childhood memories.

Before he knew what he was doing, Jack pulled the box open and flipped through the cards, his fingers tracing the loops and whorls of each letter.

He stopped at a card that had 'Grandma's Best Chocolate Chip Cookies' written in large, loopy letters. It was Y/N's favorite recipe, the one she always used to make when she was feeling down or just wanted to fill the house with the scent of home.

Jack was pulling out ingredients, his hands moving on autopilot as he measured and mixed and stirred, his movements slow and deliberate. He measured the flour and sugar, added the butter and eggs, and then stirred in the chocolate chips.

The smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air, the warm, comforting scent of Y/N's favorite cookies wrapping around him like a hug.

Jack took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. He could do this. He could make these cookies, and maybe, just maybe, it would help him to feel a little bit closer to Y/N.

But even as he worked, his mind wouldn't let him rest. He kept seeing the look on Y/N's face as he told her he didn't feel the same way, the way her eyes had filled with tears and her lips had trembled with the effort of holding back a sob.

He kept hearing the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away from him, the finality of it like a knife to the heart.

The cookies came out of the oven, golden brown and perfect, but Jack barely noticed. He was too busy pacing the length of the kitchen, his phone clutched in his hand as he checked Y/N's location over and over again, watching as the little red dot moved further and further away from him.

The hours ticked by, the night deepening outside the windows as Jack lost himself in his thoughts. The apartment was a mess, the kitchen counter covered in flour and sugar and dirty mixing bowls, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

All he could think about was Y/N, and the way he had ruined everything with his cowardice and his fear.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Jack collapsed onto the couch, his body exhausted and his heart heavy with the weight of his mistakes.

He closed his eyes, the image of Y/N's tear-stained face burned into his mind like a brand, a reminder of everything he had lost and everything he had thrown away.

Jack knew that he had no one to blame but himself, knew that he had let his own insecurities and doubts get in the way of something that could have been beautiful.

And now, as he lay there in the silence of the empty apartment, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon still lingering in the air, he couldn't help but wonder if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

…

Jack stood at the edge of the rink, his eyes glued to his phone as he refreshed Y/N's location for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Three days had passed since their argument, three days since she had walked out of the apartment and out of his life, and he still hadn't heard a word from her.

He had texted her countless times, his messages ranging from frantic apologies to desperate pleas for her to come home. But every time, he was met with silence, the little blue checkmarks next to his messages taunting him with their unresponsiveness.

The sound of skates scraping against the ice jolted him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Nico gliding towards him, a concerned expression on his face. Jack quickly shoved his phone into his pocket, hoping that his teammate hadn't noticed the way his hands were shaking.

"What's wrong with you, Jack?" Nico asked, his thick Swiss accent making the words sound even more blunt than they already were. "Did you break up with your girlfriend again?"

Jack flinched at the question, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. If only it were that simple, he thought bitterly. If only he had a girlfriend to break up with, instead of a best friend he had driven away with his own stupidity and cowardice.

"No," he said, his voice rough and hoarse from lack of sleep. "It's not that. It's... it's Y/N."

Nico's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his eyes widening as he took in the dark circles beneath Jack's eyes and the gauntness of his cheeks. "Y/N?" he repeated, his voice laced with confusion. "What happened with Y/N?"

Jack sighed, his shoulders slumping as he ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't told anyone about the argument, hadn't wanted to admit to the world how badly he had screwed things up.

But standing there on the ice, with Nico looking at him with such concern and understanding, he felt the words spilling out of him before he could stop them.

"I messed up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I told her I didn't feel the same way about her, and now she's gone. She hasn't come home in three days, and she won't answer any of my texts or calls. I don't know what to do."

“You idiot,” he said, but his voice lacked any real malice. “Why would you say something like that to her? You know how much she cares about you.”

“I know,” Jack said miserably. “I just... I panicked. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to hurt her. But I guess I did anyway.”

Nico was silent for a moment, his eyes searching Jack's face as if he were trying to read the truth behind his words. Finally, he spoke, his voice gentle but firm.

"Jack," he said, his hand coming up to rest on his teammate's shoulder. "I know you care about Y/N, but you can't keep doing this to yourself. You need to give her space, need to let her come to you when she's ready."

Jack shook his head, his eyes stinging with the threat of tears. "I can't," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose her, Nico. She's my best friend, the most important person in my life. I don't know how to be without her."

Nico sighed, his eyes softening with sympathy. "I know," he said, his voice almost tender. "But you can't force her to forgive you, Jack. You have to let her come to that decision on her own. And in the meantime, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. You're no good to anyone if you're running yourself into the ground like this."

Jack knew that Nico was right, knew that he couldn't keep going on like this. But the thought of letting go, of giving up on the one person who meant everything to him, made his chest ache with a pain that felt almost physical.

"I don't know if I can do that," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat. "I don't know if I'm strong enough."

Nico smiled, his hand squeezing Jack's shoulder in a gesture of comfort and support. "You are," he said, his voice filled with quiet confidence.

"You're one of the strongest people I know, Jack. And you're not alone in this. Your team is here for you, and we'll support you every step of the way."

Jack felt a rush of gratitude at his teammate's words, a tiny flicker of hope sparking to life in his chest. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, that there would be days when the pain would feel like too much to bear.

But with his friends by his side, and the memory of Y/N's smile to guide him, he knew that he could find his way back to the light, no matter how dark the path might seem.

"Thanks, Nico," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Nico grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Probably drive yourself crazy," he said, his tone teasing. "But that's what friends are for, right?"

Jack laughed, the sound weak and watery, but genuine, nonetheless. And as he stepped back onto the ice, his skates cutting through the smooth surface with a newfound sense of purpose.

…

y/n’s POV

Y/N sat on Liam's couch, her phone clutched in her hand as she scrolled mindlessly through her social media feeds. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the shower running in the bathroom. She tried to focus on the pictures and posts flashing across her screen, but her mind kept drifting back to the one person she was trying so hard to forget.

Jack.

The name echoed in her mind like a heartbeat, a constant reminder of the pain and heartbreak she had left behind. It had been three days since she had walked out of their apartment, three days since she had last seen his face or heard his voice.

And yet, he was still there, lurking in the corners of her mind like a ghost she couldn't shake.

She knew that she was just using Liam as a distraction, a way to numb the ache in her chest and forget about the hole in her heart. But he was a good one, always there with a smile and a joke whenever she needed it most.

Whenever she found herself slipping back into thoughts of Jack, Liam would appear at her side, his presence a comforting reminder that she wasn't alone.

Y/N sighed, her fingers hovering over her phone screen as she debated whether to check Jack's social media. She knew it was a bad idea, knew that seeing his face would only make the pain worse. But a part of her couldn't help but wonder what he was doing, couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, he was thinking of her too.

Before she could give in to the temptation, the sound of Liam's voice broke through her thoughts.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower, Y/N," he called out, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he grabbed some clothes from his bedroom.

Y/N looked up from her phone, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Okay, don't take too long," she called back, her voice light and teasing.

She heard the bathroom door click shut, and then the sound of the shower turning on, the water pattering against the tiles in a steady rhythm. Y/N leaned back against the couch cushions, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to push away the thoughts of Jack that still lingered in her mind.

But even as she sat there, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of Liam's apartment, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The ache in her chest was still there, a constant reminder of the love she had lost and the friendship she had left behind.

Jack's absence left a void that no amount of distraction could fill, and Y/n was beginning to realize that she needed to confront her feelings head-on. The sound of running water filled the room, Y/n closed her eyes, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation with her emotions.

Her phone pinging broke the silence of his living room. "can’t wait to see you! mom and I gonna pick you up from the airport." The text from Luke read.

Y/N's heart sank as she read the text message, the words on the screen a stark reminder of the life she had left behind. In the whirlwind of emotions and distractions of the past few days, she had completely forgotten about their planned weekend trip back to Michigan.

She cursed under her breath, her mind already racing with the logistics of packing and getting to the airport on time. A glance at the clock on the wall told her it was already 10:30, and she knew that Jack would likely be home by now, probably wondering where she was and why she hadn't come back.

With a sigh, Y/N threw her phone into her purse and made her way over to the bathroom door. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the wood as she debated what to say. Finally, she knocked softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.

"Hey Liam," she called out, her tone apologetic. "I totally forgot I have a weekend trip to pack for. I need to head out."

There was a pause, and then the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back. Liam peeked his head out, his hair damp and his skin glistening with water droplets. He had a small smile on his lips, but Y/N could see the disappointment lurking in his eyes.

"Oh, okay," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Do you need a ride? I can take you."

Y/N hesitated, the offer tempting in its simplicity. It would be so easy to let Liam drive her home, to put off the inevitable confrontation with Jack for just a little while longer.

But she knew that she couldn't keep running forever, knew that eventually, she would have to face the music and deal with the consequences of her actions.

"No, that's okay," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I can take a cab. I don't want to put you out."

Liam shook his head, his smile widening. "Don't be silly," he said, his tone light and teasing. "I was just getting out anyway. Let me drive you back home."

Y/N felt a rush of gratitude at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest at the kindness and generosity of his offer. She knew that she was lucky to have him in her life, knew that he would always be there for her, no matter what the future might hold.

"Okay," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Liam. I really appreciate it."

Liam grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Anything for you, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with a fondness that made her heart ache. "Just give me a minute to get dressed, and we'll be on our way."

Y/N nodded, her throat tight with emotion as she watched him disappear back into the bathroom. She knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, that there would be moments of doubt and uncertainty.

And as she stood there, waiting for Liam to emerge from the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, the journey ahead would lead her back to the place she had always called home, back to the love that had always been waiting for her, just out of reach.

…

The hallway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the emergency exit sign at the end of the corridor. Her footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor, each step bringing her closer to the door of the apartment she shared with Jack.

Y/N's heart raced as she stepped out of the elevator, the familiar scent of home filling her nostrils.

Liam followed close behind her, his presence a comforting warmth at her back. Y/N could feel the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of her shirt, and for a moment, she allowed herself to lean into him, to draw strength from his solid, steady presence.

But just as they were about to reach the door, Liam's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around Y/N's wrist and pulling her back towards him. She let out a gasp of surprise, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to face him.

In the dim light of the hallway, Liam's face was shadowed, his features obscured by the darkness. But Y/N could still see the glint of his eyes, the curve of his lips as he smiled down at her. His breath ghosted across her cheek, warm and slightly sweet, like he had just taken a sip of hot cocoa.

Y/N's heart raced as Liam pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist like a coil of heat. The hallway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the elevator buttons behind them.

The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and the faint aroma of cleaning products, a sharp contrast to the warm, spicy scent of Liam's cologne.

His face was mere inches from hers, his eyes dark and intense in the dim light. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the sound so loud that she was sure he could hear it too.

"I had a great few days with you," Liam murmured, his voice low and husky. His fingers trailed up her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Y/N shivered, her skin tingling with a mixture of anticipation and nerves.

She knew that she should pull away, knew that this was a dangerous game to play. But there was something about the way Liam looked at her, something about the heat in his gaze and the strength of his touch, that made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

The world around them seemed to fade away, the sound of the elevator and the hum of the fluorescent lights receding into the background.

All Y/N could focus on was the warmth of Liam's body against hers, the way his fingers tangled in her hair and his breath mingled with her own.

She didn't hear the soft ding of the elevator arriving on their floor, didn't hear the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart, the rush of blood in her ears as Liam leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above her own.

Her head was spinning, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger, frustration, and desperation. It was time to stop chasing after a dream that would never come true, time to stop pining for a man who would never see her as anything more than a friend.

And in that moment, something inside her snapped. Before she could think twice, Y/N reached up and grabbed Liam's face, pulling him down to her level and crashing her lips against his.

The kiss was hot and hungry, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing that had been building inside her for so long. Y/N poured everything she had into that kiss, every ounce of emotion and desire and desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, she could find with Liam what she had always wanted with Jack.

But even as Liam's arms wrapped around her waist, even as his tongue tangled with hers and his hands roamed over her body, Y/N knew that it wasn't enough.

The spark that she felt with Jack, the electricity that crackled between them every time they touched, was conspicuously absent.

Kissing Liam was nice, but it didn't set her soul on fire the way Jack's mere presence did.

Finally, Y/N pulled back, her chest heaving and her lips swollen. She looked up at Liam, her eyes searching his face for some sign of the connection she so desperately craved.

But all she saw was a man who cared for her, who wanted to be there for her, but who could never make her feel the way Jack did.

"I'll see you when I get back, Liam," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Three days. And I’ll come home."

Liam's face softened, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks. "Okay, Y/N," he murmured, his voice gentle and understanding. "Don’t forget about me." And so, with a final, shuddering breath, Y/N pulled back from Liam's embrace, her eyes shining with a new determination.

"Y/N?"

Y/N's shoulders tensed, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to face the source of the sound. And there, standing at the end of the hallway, his face a mask of shock and hurt, was Jack.

The sight of him hit her like a punch to the gut, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp gasp. He looked tired and worn, his hair disheveled and his eyes rimmed with red.

Even in the dim light of the hallway, she could see the pain etched into every line of his face, the betrayal and confusion swirling in his gaze.

"Jack," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

But even as the words left her lips, she knew they were a mistake. She could see the anger flashing in Jack's eyes, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

In that moment, she knew that whatever fragile peace they had managed to maintain over the past few days was about to come crashing down around them.

The hallway suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in on her like a vice. The scent of cigarette smoke and cleaning products was overwhelming, making her head spin and her stomach churn. And still, Jack stood there, his gaze boring into hers like a laser, his presence a physical force that she could feel in every cell of her body.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, to try to explain or apologize or beg for forgiveness. But before she could get a word out she thought back to their fight. The things jack had said to her in this same cover of darkness.

Jack brushed past, his steps leading him into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding thud. Y/N felt like she had been punched in the gut, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp gasp.

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teen spirit | l.m

♡ genre: smut - mdni! | slight angst | word count: 1,955

♡ pairing: ghost! mark lee x f. reader

♡ warnings: mentions of death, unprotected sex, riding, missionary, overstimulation

♡ summary: reader moves into an old apartment full of character but admist some strange and haunting occurrences she starts having vivid dreams about a boy named mark, who feels strikingly real.

♡ authors note: this story turned out a bit longer than i had anticipated, which is why it was released a little late, so my apologies for that. im really trying my best to stick to my schedule, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy reading!

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you shuddered, pulling your blanket closer having felt a chill in the air of your old apartment. you had moved in a few months ago seeking a fresh start after a rough breakup. the building with its peeling paint and creaky floors that groaned like weary bones captivated you. it was like every corner seemed to hold the weight of forgotten stories, and the air hummed with whispers that sent shivers down your spine.

you started to toss and turn in your sleep. this is the 3rd time this week that you have had a reccuring face show up in your dreams. he was a handsome man, with dark brown hair and eyes filled with so much light. he had a dorky smile and a comforting presence. you would meet up with him in hidden corners of your mind. wandering through moonlit parks, sharing secrets that felt too real to be mere fantasies.

days blurred into weeks, and the dreams of the mystery man grew increasingly vivid. each night, he felt more tangible, you would curl up in bed with him, as he touched and kissed you all over causing soft sighs to leave your mouth and echo off the walls. you would wake up in a cold sweat with an ache between your legs flustered and confused with what was happening.

on a cool evening, as you made your way to the laundry room down in the basement, you saw someone who looked vaguely familiar to you at the end of the hallway, leaning casually against the wall. his presence illuminating the dim space around him.

“hey,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting, a melody that sent a thrill through you. “i’ve seen you around. y/n right?"

your heart raced, a mixture of excitement and disbelief flooding your veins. “who's asking?", you responded cautiously.

"oh sorry, i'm mark funnily enough i used to live in your rental, but i moved to the floor below recently." he said, scratching the back of his neck.

you stood there chatting with him for a while as your nervousness dissapated. he helped you carry your laundry downstairs as you told him all about why you had moved in.

"its a bit creepy down here, isn't it? i swear this whole building might be haunted." you playfully said, throwing your clothes in the machine. mark stood frozen next to you for a few moments. you turned locking eyes with him, his pupils looked dilated in the dim light. "um mark..." you moved to touch his hand trying to bring his focus back to you. when you reached it it was ice cold, making you gasp. he snapped out of it, pulling his hand away from you. "sorry, you're right. i think i was a little freaked out just now." you quickly wrapped up what you were doing and invited him to your apartment for some hot chocolate, wanting to ease the tension and get to know the man of your literal dreams a bit more.

as months passed, you and mark grew inseparable. you didnt label your relationship but you definitely had feelings for one another. mark was like your saving grace. like clockwork he always showed up when you were having a bad day. things with him were easy in comparison to the daily stress that life has to offer. he made you forget about all your worries, and you felt like you he wouldnt judge you for anything.

time with him was even more perfect in real life than it was in your head. your evenings were filled with laughter, shared meals, and endless movie marathons. mark had a knack for finding the quirkiest films, often choosing horror flicks that made you jump and cling to him in mock terror.

“okay, next movie!” you said, turning to face him. mark leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against hers, sending sparks of electricity through you. he was always so cold, in comparison to his warm personality.

“how about that new horror film? you know, to really set the mood for this haunted place", he recommended.

“do you think you can handle it?” you teased, arching an eyebrow.

“please,” he grinned. “i’m not afraid of a little ghost.”

you laughed, the sound mingling with the rain tapping against the window. as the movie played, you found your body drawing closer to the man next to you. as a jump scare suddenly popped up on the screen, you nearly leaped into marks lap. your faces were so close together, there was a smell of mint wafting the air. his breathing causing goosebumps to form on your arms. "sorry... i got a bit startled" you managed to stutter out looking between his eyes and his lips.

"close your eyes" he whispered. you listened doing as you were told and felt his lips firmly press against yours. your head started spinning as your tongue slotted its way into his mouth, deepening the kiss. you positioned yourself on top of him, throwing your legs around his waist as the blanket you were sharing cascaded down to the floor. slowly, you began grinding, moving to the motion of your lips. mark began leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, causing you to throw your head back in ectasy. he reached his hands up, passed the hem of your shirt, brisk fingers digging into your waist and removing your top. you made quick work taking off the rest of your clothes before holding his hard cock in your hand and spreading it around your pussy.

it had been a while since you had last been physical with someone, and your legs were shaking in anticipation. once you felt ready, you sunk yourself down, meeting his hips. mark had his head placed on the arm rest of the couch, hand around his neck propping himself up to get a good look as you used his body for pleasure. you bounced on him steadily, using as much strength as you could to keep up a decent pace. both your hands placed on his pale chest, as your core clenched, and your moans got progressively louder. the walls of your apartment were thin, and you were certain you were pissing off your neighbors, but you didn't care. mark was glowing underneath you almost looking like an angel. sweat sticking to his forehead as he bit his lip trying to keep himself from fucking up into you.

you were getting close to your peak, riding him faster and harder. your thighs were on fire, as you grabbed his hand that was holding your waist, wrapping it around to play with your bundle of nerves. mark lazily grinned, impressed by your bold move to get yourself off. "my girl, let me see how beautiful you look when you cum." those words were enough to get you to release all over him. before you could come down from the high he quickly flipped you around, and began drilling into you at an unholy pace.

"mark...oh my fucking god" you choked out in sobs. it was like a flip had switched and he had turned into a completely different person. he was fucking you like it was the first and last time he would ever be able to do it. cherishing the way your walls clenched around him. watching as your tits bounced and eyes widened. the way your hands were gripping the cushions, he wanted nothing more than for you to touch him again.

he took your leg placing it over his shoulder and turning to press a kiss to the inside of your knee. that simple action made your stomach erupt in butterflies. he was a beast and a gentleman all at the same time. you could tell he was getting close as his hips began faltering. you looked deeply in his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of his skin surrounding you. he was still freezing despite the sheer amount of effort he was putting into getting you both to the edge.

"my boy, please" was all you needed to say and he painted your walls white. you saw stars for the second time pulling him into a desperate kiss. as you came down from your high, mark picked up the forgotten blanket from the floor bundling the two of you up. he kissed your forehead as your eyes began to close. "i have something to tell you" he said. "tell me in the morning" you responded with the sweetest smile before drifting off to sleep.

when you awoke, the room was eerily quiet, the credits rolling on the screen. confusion washed over you as you blinked into the dim light. the glow of the tv cast strange shadows, but mark was nowhere to be found.

“mark?” you called voice shaky, echoing in the stillness. silence responded, thick and oppressive.

you bolted upright, heart pounding. “he must have stepped out,” you reassured yourself, though a nagging doubt clawed at your insides. you waited, glancing at your phone, but there were no messages.

the minutes dragged on, stretching into what felt like an eternity. you found yourself slowly falling back into a slumber, hoping you would meet him again there.

the next morning, you awoke a sense of dread settled over you. you felt restless, as you wiped your eyes and they were wet. he didn't show up last night, and you couldn't feel him anymore almost like he never existed. how could he just leave? did you do something wrong? you were overwhelmed with a growing sense of loss, and you couldn't stand it. gathering your courage, you made your way to the landlord’s office.

“excuse me, do you have a moment?” you asked, stepping inside. the landlord, an old man with tired eyes and a graying beard, looked up from a cluttered desk.

“of course, what’s on your mind?” he replied, adjusting his glasses.

“i was wondering if you knew anything about a boy named mark who used to live in the same unit as me but he said he moved to a different one. do you know which one by any chance?,” you asked.

the landlord’s expression shifted, the corners of his mouth tightening. “mark? now that isn't a name i've heard in a long time". he paused as if trying to choose his words carefully. "yes, he lived here…long ago.”

no, that couldn't be right. i mean, you never went to his place, but surely he wouldnt have lied to you...right? "what happened to him?” you pressed, a lump forming in her throat.

the landlord hesitated, his gaze distant. “he died in an accident. what a loss too, he was a sweet and talented individual."

you felt the world tilt on its axis, the weight of his words crashing down on you. mark hadn’t just been a figment of your imagination; he was a spirit, forever tied to this building. your heart ached as realization dawned upon you.

as you walked back to your apartment, the whispers in the walls felt louder now, almost comforting in their persistence. the building had never been just a place to live; it was a sanctuary for lost souls, including mark.

that night, as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, body feeling heavy with the knowledge of his absence, you spoke out whispering into the dark hoping somehow into the beyond he could hear you. “i’ll always remember you, mark."

a tear fell down your face, as you felt a strange warmth envelop you. as if the air itself was wrapping you in a gentle embrace. the shadows danced along the walls, and you closed her eyes, letting the bittersweet memories wash over you. though he might be gone, the connection you had shared transcended the boundaries of life and death, echoing through the haunted halls of your heart.

[inkmonster21]

Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Part 15

Series Masterlist

I Have A Fun Idea Babe, Maybe Just Stay Inside

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As you wake up, you find yourself in the comfortable embrace of Hugh's muscular arms. He holds you close, his touch a mix of possessive warmth and tender affection. "Good morning," he murmurs into your ear, his voice gruff and slightly raspy from sleep. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, planting a soft kiss near your pulse point.

“You think we could be a little late?”

Hugh, sensing the tension in your tone, chuckles softly, his voice filled with a hint of playfulness. "Late, huh?" He muses, his arms still wrapped around you, his chest vibrating against your back. He plants a playful kiss on your shoulder before speaking again, his words tinged with a hint of wickedness. "Thinking about delaying the inevitable, are we?"

You melt into him, “I’m just saying, you’re warm, and I’m so fucking horny.” A satisfied hum vibrated through Hugh's chest as you melted into his embrace, his arms holding you even tighter. He relished the feeling of your body against his, his words laced with a mixture of satisfaction and affection. "I do have that effect on you, don't I?" he teased, his voice a deep rumble against your skin.

You leaned into Hugh with a sultry whisper, your lips gently brushing against his. "You deeply have that effect on me, Hugh," you confessed, your voice soft and velvety. The brush of your lips against his ignited a spark of desire, the electricity between you crackling with anticipation.

Hugh's eyes darkened with a flicker of hunger as he felt the slight brush of your lips against his. A low growl rumbled at the back of his throat, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. The atmosphere was charged with a sensual tension, the unspoken promises of pleasure hanging heavy in the air.

Ryan's voice, loud and boisterous, pierced through the intimate moment, shattering the bubble of desire that had enveloped you. His words were clear and unmistakable, his mockery and admonishment reaching through the thin walls. "I'm not coming in! But just let you know, these walls are thin! You animals better get ready!" His laughter echoed through the hallway as his footsteps faded.

Hugh chuckled lowly, his chest rumbling with the shared frustration of the interrupted moment. You buried your face into the solid plane of his chest, groaning into the warm, bare flesh. His fingers traced small, soothing circles on your back, a silent comfort in the face of the inevitable interruption.

Hugh, his voice rich and deep, shouted back to Ryan, his words booming through the house. "We're coming, mate!" His tone was laced with a mixture of resignation and the hint of a challenge. He turned his attention back to you for a moment, his lips curving into a small, reassuring smile.

Ryan's voice, filled with playful banter, cut through the air, his words carrying a hint of jest. "Oh God, not now! Save that for later!" He chuckled at his own remark, unable to resist the opportunity to add a touch of humor to the situation.

You shook your head in amused disbelief, muttering under your breath, "And he's the older one." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at your brother's childish antics. Despite the years between you both, his behavior often left you wondering if age truly meant maturity in his case.

Hugh stood behind you, his gaze lingering on your reflection in the mirror. His eyes roamed over your body appreciatively, taking in the simple yet elegant outfit you were wearing. With a soft, reverent whisper, he murmured into your ear, "So beautiful." The warmth of his breath against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and his lips grazed your neck as he continued to admire you. "Truly a representation of the word itself," he mused, his voice thick with sincere admiration.

There was something about Hugh's words and the way he looked at you that made you feel seen and appreciated on a deeper level. As he stood behind you, admiring your reflection in the mirror, the sincerity in his voice and the raw tenderness in his eyes left no doubt in your mind that he truly found you beautiful. It wasn’t just his words that spoke of your beauty, but the way he touched you, the way he held you, and the way he treated you that reinforced the sentiment time and time again.

Ryan, ever the instigator, couldn't resist cracking another joke as you all got into the car. With a teasing smirk, he looked at Hugh and then at you before quipping, "So the rumors are true. It's bigger on a full moon." His comment was meant to poke fun at Hugh, but there was also a mischievous twinkle in his eye, as if he enjoyed stirring the pot.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes and playfully smack Ryan's shoulder in response to his cheeky comment. "Shut up, Ryan," you muttered through gritted teeth, your cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. Despite your stern tone, you knew Ryan was just trying to get a rise out of you and Hugh.

You couldn't contain your excitement as you were mic'd up for the upcoming interview. As the realization sank in that it was the highly anticipated Buzzfeed Puppy interview, a surge of enthusiasm coursed through you. You were practically bouncing on the spot, your anticipation reaching a fever pitch.

Hugh chuckled, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. He raised an eyebrow at your warning, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you bring one home," he said, his voice thick with a mixture of affection and playful banter. "Those adorable little pups have a way of stealing your heart, don't they?"

You turned to Hugh, a sassy smirk playing on your lips. Looking him directly in the eye, you declared, "I've got a thing for dogs." A flirty wink followed your statement, a playful glint in your eyes. Hugh chuckled huskily and leaned into your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. His voice was a low, seductive growl as he murmured, "I'll show you what a real animal can do." The innuendo in his words was clear, his cocky smirk revealing his confidence and desire for you. The promise in his tone was undeniable, hinting at the raw passion that lay beneath the surface.

Ryan’s exasperated voice rang out, interrupting the intimate moment between you and Hugh. His words were a mix of disbelief and impatience. “Oh my god, again?” He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, his frustration clear. “We’re ready,” he continued, his voice hinting at the urgency to start the interview. “Come on already!”

You find yourself sitting on the floor, Hugh and Ryan on either side of you. The large puppy backdrop, filled with a variety of adorable pups, looms behind the camera. You’re nestled between your handsome boyfriend and older brother, creating a picturesque yet somewhat chaotic scene. The anticipation and excitement in the air are palpable, as you all prepare to embark on this unique and positively entertaining interview.

The cameras begin to roll, and Ryan kicks off the interview with a casual greeting. "Hello," he begins, but his words are followed by a slight confusion in your expression. You exchange a glance with him, silently expressing your surprise. "No one's prepared us for this intro," you respond, your voice filled with uncertainty. The realization that the interview is underway takes a moment to sink in, but you quickly steel yourself for the unexpected questions to come.

You pause, your voice trailing off as you try to make sense of the situation. "Do we just..." you ask, leaving the sentence hanging in the air. It's clear that you're unsure how to proceed, caught off guard by the lack of preparation. The cameras continue recording, capturing your momentary confusion and the uncertain glances exchanged between you and Ryan.

Hugh, realizing your slight unease, chuckles softly and soothingly grips your shoulders. His voice is calm and reassuring as he reassures you, "Settle down. The puppies are coming soon." The subtle reminder puts you more at ease, and you catch a glimpse of the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

You can't help but laugh in response to Hugh's words, the tension easing from your shoulders. You lean into him, resting your weight against his sturdy frame. A soft smile forms on your face as you soak in the comfort of his presence, the puppies momentarily forgotten.

The interview begins with Ryan introducing himself and Hugh, creating a lighthearted and informal atmosphere. "Hello, I'm Hugh Jackman," Hugh says, his charismatic charm on full display. Ryan follows suit, adding his own introduction. "He is, Hugh Jackman," he says, before continuing, "and I'm Ryan Reynolds." The banter between the two actors is relaxed, setting the stage for a fun and engaging conversation.

The camera captures your radiant smile as you introduce yourself, a hint of playful rivalry in your voice. "And I’m (y/n) Reynolds," you say, your words punctuated with a cheeky grin. "The better of the two," you add, your words spoken with a mix of confidence and humor. Your declaration draws laughs from Hugh and Ryan, adding a touch of sibling banter to the interview.

Hugh grins at your praise, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of pride and affection. "I’m also known as a dog whisperer," he confirms, his voice thick with confidence. "A very talented one too," you chime in, your smile widening as you cast an admiring glance in his direction.

Ryan picks up the thread of the conversation, his voice tinged with playfulness. "And this is Buzzfeed," he states, with a hint of mock formality. "The premier destination for puppies." He glances at you and Hugh, his smirk growing. His use of the word "premiere" implies a sense of exaggerated importance, but his genuine affection for puppies is clear beneath the banter.

“And we are here to “ Ryan cuts you off in with his humorous suggestion. "Harvest," he suggests, his voice filled with a hint of faux malevolence. You shake your head in response, unable to hold back a chuckle at his absurdity. "No, what?" you ask, your tone a mix of bemusement and surprise.

The room fills with laughter as you clarify the purpose of your visit. "No! We’re here to play with puppies!" you correct, the joyous excitement in your voice mirroring the enthusiasm you feel about the canine guests.

A wave of fluffy, adorable energy engulfs the room as the Buzzfeed crew releases ten wriggling puppies onto the stage. Their tiny paws patter against the floor, and their tails wagging excitedly as they spot you, Hugh, and Ryan, their new playmates. The puppies come bounding towards you, their tiny bodies filled with the unmistakable joy and exuberance of young canines.

A squeal of delight escapes your lips as you scoop up one of the puppies, cuddling it close to your chest. "Oh my gosh!!" you exclaim, your voice filled with the sheer overwhelming cuteness of the little creature in your arms. The puppy nuzzles into your embrace, its soft fur tickling your skin. "They’re so cute!" you continue, unable to contain the joy that the puppies bring. Your eyes are wide and sparkling with enchantment as you relish in the sheer adorableness of the moment.

The room falls quiet as the questions begin, the interviewer's voice cutting through the air. "What's your favorite Easter egg in Deadpool and Wolverine?" There's a hint of playful expectation in the question, as it seeks to delve into the intricacies and hidden gems within the upcoming film.

Hugh begins to speak, his voice slightly amused as he acknowledges the abundance of Easter Eggs in the film. "There's so many, I don’t understand half of them," he admits with a chuckle. You can't help but let out a soft chuckle of your own, reaching out to pat his chest affectionately. "Aw, my old man," you quip, your voice filled with a mixture of affection and playful teasing.

Hugh responds with a mock indignation, "Hey!" playfully feigning offense at your comment.

Ryan chimes in with an eager response, his knowledge of the film on display. "Oh! But one is in the car when we’re fighting, Espresso can be heard playing for a couple of seconds."

You nod in agreement with Ryan, echoing his words with a touch of humor. "Yeah baby, promotion, promotion, promotion," you repeat, your tone laced with playful excitement.

The interviewer's question prompts a moment of reflection as you all consider your favorite behind-the-scenes memories. Ryan, ever the jokester, is the first to speak up. "My favorite behind-the-scenes memory with Hugh Jackman was him in the yellow suit for the first time on set. He has the greatest ass."

Hugh laughs at Ryan's response, shaking his head slightly. He then glances at you, his expression turning more serious. "My favorite behind-the-scenes memory with you is every time you come to set."

As Hugh's comment settles in the air, a faint blush appears on your cheeks, a mix of surprise and pleasure at his candid declaration. Before you can respond, a puppy suddenly leaps up and kisses your face instead of Hugh's cheek, causing you to lose your balance and fall over.

You burst into giggles, the sudden interruption courtesy of the exuberant pup adding a touch of unexpected humor to the moment.

You chime in once you regain your composure, sharing your favorite behind-the-scenes memory. "I have to say my favorite behind-the-scenes moment was getting to learn how to fight on screen," you begin, your voice tinged with excitement. "I dance all the time, it was nice to kick something for a change."

As you speak, a hint of determination and satisfaction glimmers in your eyes, reflecting the thrill you derived from the experience.

“Have you ever caught someone on a plane watching one of your projects?”

Hugh and Ryan both exchange a look, their expressions suggesting they’ve been there before. Hugh speaks first, “Oh, absolutely.”

Ryan chimes in, a smirk on his face as he chimes in with an anecdote about Hugh's past antics. "Yeah, I've seen Hugh go up and down the aisle and demand people watch them," Ryan says, his tone filled with amusement.

Hugh chuckles, his expression a mix of mild embarrassment and good-natured humility. "Hey, I have a reputation to maintain," he jokingly defends himself.

You chuckle softly, reflecting on your own experience as an actress. "I mean, this is my only other acting role," you say, a hint of modesty in your tone, "but it's kinda along the same line as when I hear someone listening to my album, and I just move along and hope it's not an old one."

Your words touch on the shared experience of artists, both in films and music, who often feel a mix of curiosity and vulnerability when encountering a fan engaging with their work, particularly during more intimate moments.

“Hugh, what’s it like playing Wolverine again after 2017’s Logan film?”

The question is directed towards Hugh Jackman, who takes a moment to reflect before responding. "I have to say I’ve had more fun playing Wolverine in this film than I ever have.” Hugh gestured to Ryan, “playing alongside this guy, making me laugh everyday.” Hugh rubs your arm, “and being around her everyday was a blessing. on and off screen.”

Hugh responds to the question with a warm smile. "I have to say I had more fun playing Wolverine in this film than I ever have," he begins, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

Hugh gestures towards Ryan, "Playing alongside this guy," he says, a hint of humor in his tone, "making me laugh everyday." Hugh gives your arm a affectionate affectionate rub. "And being around her everyday," he adds, his gaze shifting to you, "was a blessing. On and off screen."

“Talking about on screen, what’s your favorite on screen moment?”

Hugh's eyes light up with enthusiasm as he thinks about his favorite on-screen moments. "My favorite on-screen moment? There are so many," he admits with a grin. "But I'd have to say it's when Deadpool and Wolverine have their first fight in the film. It's just non-stop action and comedy, and it sets the stage for the rest of the movie."

“I personally like the little moments Sabrina and Logan have.“ Hugh smiles, clearly fond of those intimate moments. "Oh, those little moments between Sabrina and Logan," he says, his tone warmer. "They're some of my favorites too. It's all about the chemistry, you know? The subtle glances, the underlying understanding... it adds so much depth to the characters and where they could go."

Ryan chimes in, his smirk widening. "Wolverines love story coming to theaters near you," he jokes, his tone full of humor and mischief. The cameras capture his playful comment, adding a lighthearted moment to the interview.

The interview comes to a close, the puppies having added an extra dose of adorableness to the conversation. Finishing the interview, you turn to the camera with a smile. “Deadpool and Wolverine is in theaters now, so go see it,” you announce with excitement, encouraging viewers to experience the movie firsthand.

After wrapping up the interview, you take a few moments to shower the puppies with one final dose of love and affection before reluctantly saying your farewells. With the joy and energy of the pups still swirling within you, you make your way back to your room, your mind still buzzing with excitement from the delightful encounter.

As you stepped into the dimly lit hotel room, the scent of fresh linen and the soft glow of the evening sun welcomed you.

You knew Hugh had been longing for you all day, his desire evident in the way his eyes followed your every move. And now, finally, you were alone together, ready to indulge in the passion that had been simmering between you.

You turned to face him, your eyes locking with his intense gaze. Hugh's face lit up with a mixture of hunger and adoration. He took a step towards you, his tall, broad frame filling the space around you, making you feel delicate yet desired.

"I've been waiting for this moment all day," he whispered, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. His hands gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks, leaving a trail of electricity on your skin. "I need you, more than you know."

His words sent a rush of warmth between your thighs, and you could feel your pulse quicken. You wanted him too, craved the touch of his experienced hands on your body. Without saying a word, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a soft, tentative kiss. Hugh responded eagerly, his lips parting to deepen the kiss, his tongue seeking entry into your mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, and you moaned softly as he explored your mouth with a desperate hunger.

Breaking the kiss, Hugh trailed his lips down your jawline, leaving a path of wet kisses that made you squirm with anticipation. His hands roamed over your body, mapping every curve as if he was claiming you as his own. He unbuttoned your blouse slowly, his fingers deftly working the fabric, revealing your lace-covered breasts.

With a gentle tug, he freed your sensitive nipples from their confines, causing you to gasp at the sudden exposure. "You're beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his warm breath causing your nipples to pebble. His lips closed around one taut peak, sucking gently, while his skilled fingers teased the other, rolling and pinching it lightly.

The sensations were overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You arched into his touch, encouraging him to take more, to claim every inch of you.

Hugh's hands traveled lower, unzipping your skirt with practiced ease. The garment fell to the floor, pooling at your feet, leaving you clad only in your lingerie. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of your naked curves. He pushed you gently onto the nearby couch, following you down, his body covering yours possessively.

"I want to taste you," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. His hands slid beneath your lace panties, his fingers delving into your wetness. He stroked you slowly, his touch firm yet gentle, eliciting moans of pleasure from your lips. "So wet for me already."

You were indeed soaked, your arousal pooling between your thighs, a testament to the effect he had on you. As he teased your clit with his thumb, you bucked against his hand, seeking more friction, desperate for release. Hugh's skilled fingers worked their magic, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Please, Hugh," you pleaded, your voice breathless. "I need more." He obliged, sliding down your body, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. With a gentle nudge, he pushed your thighs apart, revealing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. He wasted no time, lowering his head and replacing his fingers with his tongue. The first swipe of his tongue against your clit sent sparks of pleasure through your body.

Hugh was a master with his tongue, licking and sucking with just the right amount of pressure. He explored every fold and crevice, his tongue delving deep into your wetness, tasting your essence. You threaded your fingers through his hair, holding him close, encouraging him to continue his sweet torture.

"Oh, yes, right there," you moaned, as he found that sweet spot that sent bolts of pleasure straight to your core. He hummed in response, the vibrations sending you spiraling towards ecstasy. Your hips bucked uncontrollably as he continued to lap at your sensitive flesh, his hands holding your thighs apart, ensuring he had full access to your quivering pussy.

Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, Hugh inserted a finger into your tight hole, curling it upwards to find that hidden spot that would send you over the edge. You cried out, your body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through you. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you trembling and sated.

Hugh slowly withdrew his finger and brought it to his lips, sucking your essence off with a satisfied smile. He kissed his way up your body, pausing to pay homage to your breasts once more before claiming your lips in a passionate kiss.

"I've only just begun to show you how much I need you," he whispered against your mouth. His erection, straining against his pants, pressed against your thigh, a tangible proof of his desire.

You reached down, your hand wrapping around his hard length through the fabric. "I want you, Hugh," you whispered back, your voice thick with want. "I want to feel you inside me."

With a growl, he stood, quickly shedding his clothes, revealing his muscular body and the impressive erection that had been straining for release. He returned to the couch, positioning himself between your thighs, his cock nudging at your entrance.

"Tell me you want this," he said, his voice thick with need. "I want you, Hugh," you repeated, your hands reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. "I want all of you."

He thrust forward, filling you in one smooth motion. You gasped at the sensation of being stretched around his thick shaft. Hugh's hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each withdrawal and penetration sent sparks of pleasure through your sensitive body, still humming from your previous orgasm.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly as he savored the sensation. "So tight around me."

You matched his rhythm, meeting his thrusts with your own, your hands running down his back, feeling the ridges of his muscles as he moved. The couch creaked beneath you, adding a rhythmic accompaniment to the primal sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

Hugh's pace quickened, his breath coming in short gasps as he neared his peak. He leaned down, capturing a nipple between his lips, biting gently as he thrust harder, faster, driving you both towards the brink.

"Cum with me," he grunted, his voice strained. "Cum on my cock, baby." His words were all it took to send you over the edge once more. Your pussy clenched around him, milking his shaft as you rode the waves of pleasure. Hugh followed suit, his body tensing as he emptied himself deep within you, his throaty cries filling the room.

As your heart rates slowed and your breathing returned to normal, Hugh collapsed onto the couch beside you, pulling you close, his arms a welcome haven. You snuggled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, and the wetness between your thighs, a reminder of the passionate lovemaking.

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Love and Hate are Blurred Lines

Pairing: George Clarkey x Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

Category: Smut

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I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devastating emotions that control man, nations, life. - Edgar Rice Bourroughs

“Why are you always so... infuriating?" George Clarkey's voice echoed through the cobblestone streets of London, bouncing off the brick walls of the alleyway where they stood, face to face.

The rain pattered softly against the ground, mingling with the distant sound of the city's heartbeat. The air had the scent of damp earth and the ever-present aroma of tea shops that permeated the neighborhood. Y/n stared back at him, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and something else, something deeper. It was a dance they'd performed a hundred times before, each step a silent challenge, each glance a wordless retort.

George's grip tightened on her wrists, his eyes searching hers for a hint of the fire he knew was hidden beneath her defiant exterior. The energy between them was palpable, a taut wire stretched to its breaking point. Every touch, every breath was a spark that could ignite the smoldering embers of their tumultuous relationship. They were two magnets, forever drawn together by an irresistible force, yet forever repelled by their own volatile natures.

Y/n felt a tremor run through her as his warm breath ghosted over her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The rain had matted her hair to her face, but she didn't dare move to brush it away, not with his body pressing so insistently against hers. She knew this game, knew the thrill of the chase and the sweet agony of surrender. Her heart raced, a wild stallion fighting the reins of propriety. She wanted to beg him to stop, but she also wanted him to never let her go.

The words she wanted to scream remained lodged in her throat, transforming into a whimper as his mouth traveled lower, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin above her collarbone. Her body betrayed her, arching into him despite the anger burning in her eyes. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a silent battle they both craved and feared in equal measure.

George felt the shift in her, the moment her resistance crumbled like sand beneath the relentless tide of his passion. He took a step closer, his body a cage around hers, his mouth now a whisper away from hers. "You're mine," he murmured, the words a promise and a threat. Y/n's eyes fluttered shut, and she could almost taste the desperation in her own breath as she responded, "Always."

Their kiss was explosive, a clash of teeth and tongues that left them both gasping for air. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her roughly against him as he ground his erection into her stomach. The world around them faded into a symphony of sensation, the rain a gentle backdrop to the storm raging within them. The alleyway was their sanctuary, their battleground, where the lines between love and hate were so blurred that they were indistinguishable.

George's voice was a dark caress in her ear, detailing his every desire. "I'm going to strip you bare, leave you exposed and trembling before me," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "I'll kiss every inch of you, licking away the last of your innocence until you're begging for the relief only I can give." His words were a potent mix of seduction and domination, leaving her knees weak and her mind racing with anticipation.

The cobblestones were cold and rough against her back as he pushed her against the alley wall, his body a solid presence that seemed to swallow hers whole. He kissed her harder, his tongue demanding entry to her mouth, which she granted eagerly. The world around them melted away, leaving only the sound of their ragged breaths and the thump of their racing hearts.

Y/n's legs wrapped around George's waist, her heels digging into his back as she pulled him closer, urging him to consume her. The rain soaked through her dress, plastering it to her body, revealing every curve and contour. He groaned, his eyes raking over her with a hunger that was almost feral.

His hands found the zipper of her dress, and with one swift motion, it was pooling around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her sodden underwear. He took a step back, admiring the beauty of her form, the way the rain painted her body, making her seem almost ethereal. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the intensity of his gaze.

He slid his hand into her panties, his fingers finding her slick heat. A gasp tore from her chest as he began to explore her, his touch sure and confident. The alley was theirs, a hidden stage for their carnally charged dance. The grime and the grit of the city only served to heighten the illicitness of their encounter, the stark contrast between the cold, hard stones and the warm, soft flesh of their bodies.

Her hips rolled against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. His thumb found her clit, stroking it in slow, torturous circles that had her biting her lip to keep from screaming out. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice a dark symphony in her ear. "So fucking wet for me."

The words were like gasoline on a flame, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole. She bucked against his hand, desperation seeping into her movements. The alley was a blur of shadow and light, the only real thing in her world the feeling of him touching her, owning her, making her feel alive in a way she never had before.

"Beg for it," he whispered, his voice a dark command that sent a shiver down her spine. "Beg me to make you come."

Her eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze. "Please," she rasped, her voice barely audible over the hammering of her heart. "Please, George, make me come."

He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck as he picked up the pace, his fingers working her with a skill that left her trembling. The alley was a cocoon of desire, the world outside forgotten as she focused solely on the sensations he was pulling from her. Her breath grew shallower, her moans growing louder with each stroke.

"You're so close," he murmured, his own breath hot and ragged. "Let go for me, baby."

And with those words, she did. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, stealing the breath from her lungs and leaving her a trembling mess in his arms. He didn't stop, though, his fingers relentless as he pushed her through the peak and into the blissful oblivion beyond. The alley was a canvas for their passion, painted with the vibrant colors of lust and need.

As the tremors subsided, y/n leaned her head against the cool brick wall, panting heavily. George's grip on her wrists loosened, his touch turning gentle as he traced the red marks he'd left. "You're mine," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Mine to ruin."

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his once more. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable, and she knew that this was only the beginning. With a nod, she whispered, "Yes, I'm yours."

They were lost in a world of their own making, a world where only the two of them existed. The rain fell harder, a physical manifestation of their tumultuous emotions.

As George's mouth found hers again, y/n could feel the beginnings of something she hadn't expected, something that scared her more than his dominance ever had. Love. It was a feeling she'd buried deep, a treasure she'd kept hidden from the pirate who'd stolen her heart. But now, as he claimed her body with a ferocity that bordered on obsession, she realized she could no longer deny it.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a silent confession of the love and hate that had twisted and tangled them together. The sounds of the city were muted by the rhythm of their breaths and the slap of skin on skin. In that moment, they were the only two people in the world, their hearts beating in sync like a drum that sang the story of their tumultuous love.

He leaned in, capturing her mouth in another bruising kiss, his hand still buried in her pants, her legs wrapped around his waist. The cobblestones dug into her back, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of him, the taste of him, the promise of what was to come.

For a moment, they just stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the thunder a mournful lullaby to their shattered hearts. And then, as if on cue, George's grip loosened, and he took a step back, breaking the spell. Y/n felt the cold seep into her bones as the reality of what they'd just done set in.

They were two people who'd danced on the edge of a volcano for too long, and now they were teetering on the brink of an eruption. The lines between love and hate had become so indistinguishable that it was impossible to tell where one began and the other ended.

"Look what you've done," George murmured, his voice thick with a mix of satisfaction and disbelief as he stepped back to survey the wreckage of their clothing and the battleground of their desires. Rain dripped from his eyelashes, painting a stark contrast against the fiery need in his eyes.

Y/n shivered, not from the cold, but from the stark reality of their situation. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. "It's what we both wanted," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the patter of rain. The words hung in the air, a feeble attempt to justify the tumultuous maelstrom of emotions that swirled within her.

He reached out, brushing a wet lock of hair from her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone with a tenderness that seemed out of place in the harshness of the alley. "We're a disaster waiting to happen," he said, his voice filled with a sadness that made her chest ache. "But I can't stay away from you."

The rain had soaked through her underwear, leaving her trembling not just from the cold but from the intensity of their encounter. George noticed and his eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her trembling body. Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his warmth as he carried her out of the alley and into the relative shelter of a nearby doorway.

There, out of the rain, he set her down, his hands lingering on her waist. The intimacy of the moment washed over her like a wave, crashing down the barriers she had built to keep him at bay. "We're not good for each other," she whispered, her voice cracking with the effort it took to form the words.

"But we're so good together," he countered, his breath warm against her ear. His hand slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her in for another kiss, one that was softer, slower, more deliberate than the ones that had come before. It was a kiss that spoke of love and regret, of passion and pain.

The rain continued to fall around them, a silent chorus to their unspoken confessions. They were a mess of tangled limbs and emotions, their hearts beating together like two wild animals caught in a hunter's snare. And as the storm raged on, they realized that their love was the eye of the hurricane, a calm yet destructive force that had the power to consume them both.

Their breaths mingled in the damp air, each one a silent promise of what was to come. The tension between them was a living entity, pulsing and growing with every second that ticked by. They knew they couldn't sustain this tempestuous dance forever, but for now, they were content to be lost in the storm, two souls forever entwined in a passion that was as fiery as it was destructive.

George's eyes searched hers, a tempest of emotions swirling within their depths. "You drive me mad," he whispered, his voice a hoarse growl that sent shivers down her spine. "But without you, I'm nothing." His thumb traced the line of her jaw, a gentle caress that belied the strength of his grip on her hips.

Y/n leaned into his touch, her body craving the warmth and the pain that came with it. "And you're my addiction," she admitted, her voice barely above a murmur. "One I can't seem to quit." The words hung in the air, a stark confession that seemed to echo the very essence of their tumultuous relationship.

The rain fell harder, a relentless symphony that mirrored the intensity of their feelings. They were two halves of the same coin, forever spinning towards each other, forever repelling at the last second. The lines between love and hate were so blurred that they could no longer tell where one began and the other ended. It was a dance of desire and anger, a dance that had no clear beginning or end.

Their kisses grew more desperate, as if trying to fill the void that threatened to swallow them whole. Each touch was a declaration of war, each caress a silent apology. They were two people caught in the crossfire of their own emotions, their hearts a battleground where love and hate waged a never-ending war.

The alley was their sanctuary, their prison, a place where they could let go of the facades they wore for the world outside. Here, in the shadows, they were free to be the monsters that lurked within them, free to embrace the chaos that defined their bond.

The thunder crashed overhead, a fitting soundtrack to the tumultuous scene playing out between them. Y/n's hands clawed at George's back, her nails leaving trails of red on his skin. He didn't flinch, instead, he reveled in the pain, feeding off of it like it was the air he breathed. It was a twisted symphony of love and aggression, a dance that could only end in one way.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed her against the cold brick wall, his hips grinding into hers with a desperation that was almost palpable. She could feel him, hard and insistent, the evidence of his need pressing into her stomach. The rain soaked through her clothes, making her shiver, but it was his touch that set her alight, turning her tremors into a bonfire of passion.

Their movements grew more frantic, each touch a declaration of war, each kiss a silent surrender. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a battle of wills that had no clear victor. They were two lost souls, forever caught in the hurricane of their own making, destined to either destroy each other or be destroyed by the very love that bound them together.

And as the thunder roared and the lightning illuminated the alley in stark white flashes, they gave themselves over to the storm, letting it consume them, letting it tear them apart. The rain fell in sheets, a curtain that shielded them from the prying eyes of the world, allowing them to be nothing more than two bodies, two hearts, two souls intertwined in a passion that defied logic and reason.

In that moment, as the storm raged on, they were free. Free from the constraints of society, free from the expectations of their peers, free from the very essence of who they were supposed to be. They were simply George and y/n, two people who had found refuge in the chaos of their love.

The alley was their battleground, their lovers' lane, a place where the lines between love and hate blurred into something so potent, so all-consuming, that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. It was a love that could either save them or destroy them, and as they stood there, drenched and trembling, they knew that they would never truly escape the storm that was their love.

George's hands roamed over her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Each touch was a silent apology, each kiss a promise of more pain to come. Y/n's breath hitched as his fingers danced over her skin, her body a canvas for his artistry of passion and aggression. She could feel the blurred lines of their emotions coiling around them, tightening with every beat of their hearts.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, she saw the love and the hate, the desire and the anger, the tenderness and the brutality. It was a toxic cocktail that had them both in its thrall, a dance that could only end in ruin. But even as she knew this, she couldn't help but lean into his embrace, craving the feel of his body against hers, the taste of his kiss.

The rain fell harder, a blessed relief against the heat of their bodies. The cold water washed away the tears that had mingled with the sweat on her face, a silent confession of the turmoil within her. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, as if she could somehow absorb his very essence into her own being.

Their breaths grew ragged, their movements more frantic as they sought to claim each other completely. The thunder rumbled above them, a bass line to their passionate symphony, as if the heavens themselves were applauding their tumultuous love.

Their kisses grew deeper, more demanding, as if they could drown in each other's mouths and never come up for air. The rain fell in a torrent, a mirror to the emotions that surged through them. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a battle of wills that had no clear winner.

Y/n felt herself slipping, losing herself in the chaos of their love. Her body arched against his, her legs tightening around his waist as he pinned her against the wall. The world outside was a distant memory, replaced by the pounding of their hearts and the slickness of their skin.

The lightning flashed, illuminating their love in stark relief. For a moment, they were gods, writhing in the throes of passion amidst the fury of the storm. And then, as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, leaving them gasping and trembling in the aftermath.

The rain had turned their love into something wild, something untamed. It was a love that could not be contained, a love that could not be controlled. It was a love that could only be felt in the throes of a tempest, a love that could only be expressed in the language of the storm.

Their eyes searched each other's, looking for answers, for a way out of the madness that had overtaken them. But all they found was the reflection of their own desires, their own needs, their own darkness. They were two lost souls, forever tangled in the web of their love-hate.

And as the storm outside began to abate, they knew that the storm within them had only just begun. They were two people, forever bound by the blurred lines that separated love from hate, forever destined to dance in the eye of the hurricane.

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[atinyslittleworld]

Hongjoong meets his newborn baby

newdad!hongjoong x newmom!reader

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: none

Hongjoong paced the hospital hallway, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves. He had been waiting for this moment for months, and now it was finally here—he was about to meet his newborn child. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and he found himself glancing at the door to the delivery room every few seconds, hoping for any sign of news.

"Relax, hyung," Seonghwa said, placing a reassuring hand on Hongjoong's shoulder. "Everything's going to be fine."

"I know, I know," Hongjoong replied, running a hand through his hair. "I just can't believe it's happening. I'm going to be a dad."

Seonghwa smiled warmly. "You're going to be a great dad. Just wait until you see your baby—it's the most amazing feeling in the world."

Hongjoong nodded, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He had always been the leader, the one who kept everything together, but this was different. This was his child, and the thought of holding his newborn for the first time filled him with a profound sense of awe and responsibility.

Finally, the door to the delivery room opened, and a nurse stepped out, beaming at him. "Mr. Kim? You can come in now."

Hongjoong's heart skipped a beat as he followed the nurse inside. The room was filled with the soft sounds of monitors and hushed voices, and there, in a small bassinet, was his baby. His wife, looking tired but radiant, was resting in the bed nearby.

"Hey," she said softly, her eyes filled with love and exhaustion.

"Hey," Hongjoong replied, walking over to her and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You did amazing.”

She smiled weakly. "Meet our baby."

With trembling hands, Hongjoong approached the bassinet. As he looked down, his breath caught in his throat. There, swaddled in a tiny blanket, was the most beautiful baby he had ever seen. The baby had a tuft of dark hair and the softest, most delicate features. Hongjoong felt tears well up in his eyes as he reached out to gently touch the baby's cheek.

"Hi there," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm your dad."

The baby stirred slightly, making a small, contented noise, and Hongjoong's heart melted. He carefully picked up the tiny bundle, cradling the baby in his arms. The feeling of holding his child for the first time was indescribable—a mixture of overwhelming love, protectiveness, and sheer joy.

"You're perfect," Hongjoong murmured, gazing down at the baby with wonder. "Absolutely perfect."

He carried the baby over to his wife, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with tears. "We did it," she said softly.

"Yeah, we did," Hongjoong replied, his voice filled with awe.

They sat together, marveling at the tiny life they had brought into the world. Hongjoong felt a profound sense of connection and love, not just for his baby, but for his wife as well. They were a family now, and the future stretched out before them, filled with endless possibilities.

As the hours passed, Hongjoong couldn't take his eyes off his newborn. He counted each tiny finger and toe, memorized every little detail of the baby's face, and listened to the soft, rhythmic breathing. He knew that this moment, this first meeting, was one he would cherish for the rest of his life.

The other members of ATEEZ arrived later, their excitement palpable as they crowded into the room to meet the newest addition to their family. There were tears, laughter, and endless congratulations as they took turns holding the baby, marveling at the miracle of new life.

"He's got your eyes, Hongjoong," Wooyoung said, peering closely at the baby's face.

"And your determination," Yunho added with a grin.

Hongjoong laughed, his heart swelling with pride. "Thanks, guys. It means a lot to have you all here."

As the day turned into evening, the hospital room grew quieter. Hongjoong sat by his wife's side, the baby sleeping peacefully in his arms. He felt a deep sense of contentment and fulfillment, knowing that he was starting a new chapter in his life—one filled with love, family, and endless possibilities.

"Welcome to the world," he whispered to his newborn, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby's forehead. "I promise to always be here for you, to love you, and to protect you. You're my everything."

And in that moment, Hongjoong knew that his life had changed forever. He was a father now, and there was nothing more important to him than the tiny life he held in his arms. The journey ahead would be filled with challenges and joys, but he was ready to face it all with his family by his side.

[sinkovia]

Yes, Lieutenant: IV

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Yes, Lieutenant Masterlist

As you struggled to break free from the confines of unconsciousness, the world around you remained hazy and distant. The whispers of Ghost's words continued to echo in your mind, a lifeline pulling you back to reality.

It had been a month of hearing him sit by your side, talking to you, his voice a constant presence in your life, even in the darkest depths of your coma.

Slowly, like a ship emerging from a thick fog, you began to regain consciousness. Your senses gradually returned, and the first thing you noticed was the sound of Ghost's soft breathing nearby. Your eyes fluttered open, and you saw him, asleep with his head resting on the side of your hospital bed. His presence, familiar and comforting, washed over you like a warm embrace.

Summoning every ounce of your strength, you lifted your hand, trembling slightly, and placed it over his. It was a tender touch, a silent acknowledgment of his unwavering devotion throughout this ordeal.

Your touch, so gentle, stirred Ghost from his sleep. His eyes snapped open, and he blinked in disbelief as he saw you, conscious and looking back at him.

He stared at you, speechless, as if afraid that this moment was too fragile to be real. Slowly, his hand rose, cupping your cheek with a trembling touch as he scanned your face, as if reassuring himself that you were indeed awake, that you were going to be okay. His eyes glistened with emotions, and he let out a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, the words catching in his throat, heavy with remorse.

With a small, understanding smile, you gently placed your hand over his.

"Its okay Ghost, I heard everything" He let out a small exhale.

"Simon."

With a gentle, reassuring smile, you looked into Ghost's eyes, his emotions laid bare before you.

"Simon," you said softly, the name carrying a profound significance. It was more than just a name; it was an acknowledgment, a bridge between the two of you. As the word left your lips, you watched as Ghost closed his eyes, as if savoring the sound of your voice saying his name.

He had kept his true identity hidden, a mask worn in the world of covert operations, but in this vulnerable moment, he wanted nothing more than to be himself with you. You had that effect on him, the power to strip away the layers and reveal the man beneath the mask.

He opened his eyes, and they bore a mixture of gratitude, relief, and affection. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity.

The Doctor walked into the room, a warm smile on his face, and a clipboard in his hand. He greeted you and simon, then began his examination.

"Good news," he said, his eyes scanning your chart. "Your shoulder is healing beautifully. In another week or so, it should be fully recovered. Your stitches have healed remarkably well, leaving only faint scars. Are you feeling any pain?"

You took a moment to assess yourself. "I'm a bit stiff, other than that, I feel okay."

He nodded approvingly. "That's to be expected. Just take it easy and don't overexert yourself."

A week passed by in a blur, with Simon visiting you every day, bringing flowers and fast food to combat the hospital's less-than-stellar cuisine. As the days went by, the anticipation of returning to the base grew stronger, especially with Simon at your side.

When the day finally arrived the welcome back was nothing short of heartwarming. 

As you walked through the doors of the base, a wave of relief washed over you. The familiar sights and sounds of the base felt like a warm embrace after the ordeal you had been through. Your team members were waiting for you, their expressions a mix of concern and relief.

"Welcome back, soldier!" Price's voice boomed across the room as he approached you, a rare smile gracing his usually stern features. "We're glad to see you're up and about."

You offered him a smile in return, grateful for his words of welcome. The rest of your team gathered around, offering words of encouragement and support.

"Yeah, we missed having you around," Gaz chimed in, a hint of relief evident in his voice as he lightly tapped your shoulder.

"We've been holding down the fort for you," Soap added with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

You felt a surge of gratitude wash over you as you looked at your teammates. Despite the dangers you faced, you knew you could always count on them to have your back.

"Thanks, everyone," you said, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. "It feels good to be back." The tension of the past few weeks melted away as you shared a moment of camaraderie with your team, grateful for their unwavering support.

As you walked through the corridors of the base, Simon walked alongside you, his presence comforting by your side. You felt a bit unsteady on your feet, the lingering effects of your injury still evident.

"Are you okay?" Simon asked, concern evident in his voice as he noticed you stumble slightly.

You nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just still getting used to being on my feet again."

Simon nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he spoke again. "Listen, I was thinking... would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night? Just the two of us?"

His words caught you off guard, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest at the thought of spending more time with him.

You smiled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I'd like that. Dinner sounds great."

Simon returned your smile. "It's a date then. I'll pick you up tomorrow evening?"

You nodded, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your stomach. "Sounds perfect. I'll see you then."

He returned your smile, a hint of something more in his eyes as he bid you goodnight before heading off down the hallway, leaving you with a fluttering feeling in your chest and a smile on your face.

As you finished getting ready for your dinner with Simon, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation. When you heard a knock at the door, your heart skipped a beat.

You opened it to find Simon standing there, looking handsome and rugged without his balaclava for the first time. His presence filled the doorway, and you couldn't help but admire the strong lines of his face.

"You look gorgeous, love" he greeted you gruffly, his voice carrying a hint of warmth underneath the rough exterior.

A warmth crept onto your cheeks at his compliment, and you smiled gratefully as he handed you a bouquet of flowers. It was a thoughtful gesture that touched your heart, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection.

"Oh gosh Simon, these flowers are so beautiful!" 

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thought you might like them."

As you stepped out of your room and closed the door behind you, Simon offered you his arm, and you took it, your hand wrapped over his strong muscular bicep.

The night air was crisp and cool as you stepped out of the base, Simon's hand intertwined with yours. His touch sent a comforting warmth through you.

Your first stop was the movie theater, where the latest installment of your favorite franchise was playing. You had talked endlessly about it with Simon during late-night conversations in the rec room, and he remembered how much you were looking forward to seeing it. True to his thoughtful nature, he had secured tickets in advance, ensuring that you could enjoy the film together.

As you settled into your seats in the dimly lit theater, the anticipation bubbled inside you. Simon's hand remained firmly clasped in yours, a silent reassurance in the darkness. The movie began, and you were quickly swept away by the familiar characters and thrilling storyline.

Throughout the film, you were completely engrossed, the world around you fading as you became lost in the cinematic plot. Simon's presence beside you only heightened the experience, his occasional whispered comments drawing a smile to your lips.

As the credits rolled and the lights came up, you turned to Simon with a radiant smile, “Ugh It was so good I'm sad it's over, what did you think about it?”

Simon thought to himself for a moment thinking of what to say, half of the movie he spent staring at you, and the other half he didn't know what the fuck was going on.

“It was… good. Bit confusing.” You hummed and patted his hand, “Maybe we can watch the first two movies and hopefully you’ll understand it after.” Simon agreed as you both got up and made your way to the exit.

After the movie, you and Simon walked to a nearby restaurant, your excitement still evident as you ranted about the movie's ending. You wished he had seen the first two movies so he could fully appreciate the storyline, but he listened attentively nonetheless.

The restaurant exuded a cozy, intimate atmosphere, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the space. Simon pulled out your chair with a gentlemanly grace, eliciting a smile from you as you settled into your seat.

As you indulged in the meal, conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Ghost, topics shifting seamlessly from lighthearted banter to deeper reflections, from your favorite movies to your most memorable missions. You found joy in the simple pleasure of being together, relishing each moment.

After dinner, as you made your way back to the base, the night air was cool against your skin. The streets were quieter now, and you and Simon walked hand in hand, the gentle rhythm of your footsteps echoing in the stillness.

As you arrived at your door, you turned to Simon, gratitude shining in your eyes as you thanked him for the wonderful evening. 

"Thank you for tonight, Simon, I had alot of fun with you. Hopefully we can do it again soon" you said with a smile, feeling the weight of the pleasant evening.

Simon's response was immediate and genuine, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his words. "Of course love, anytime. I'll take you out as many times as you want, just to see you happy."

His words filled you with warmth, and you couldn't help but return his smile. There was a silent understanding between you, a connection that seemed to pull you closer. As your gazes locked, you both felt the magnetic pull.

Without hesitation, you leaned in, meeting his lips in a soft, tender kiss. Simon's hand gently cupped your cheek, his lips moving against yours with a gentle, reassuring touch. It was a stark contrast to the intensity of your previous encounter in the communal showers, but this softer, more affectionate side of Simon was one you much preferred.

Breaking apart, you both smiled, the air tinged with a sense of warmth. You savored the lingering closeness, a silent understanding passing between you that this was a new beginning for both of you. 

"I'll see you tomorrow," Simon murmured through a wide grin, his voice warm with affection. "Goodnight sweetheart."

As Simon bid you farewell and turned to leave, your heart swelled with contentment, grateful for the journey that had brought you to this moment. With a sense of peace and fulfillment, you entered your room, reflecting on how far you had come since that fateful day in the communal showers, your heart full with the promise of tomorrow.

[devilevlls]

May I request a #2 barbatos and mc? Also take care of yourself!

Heey! Thank you for the request 💚 Hope you like the quick drabble!

Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up 🍨

Barbatos is caught off guard when MC unexpectedly wakes him up in the dead of night with a surprising request.

"Barbatos…" The soft murmur was the first thing the demon heard before being jolted awake by a sudden weight on his chest, followed by a flurry of movement.

Before he could fully process what was happening, MC had thrown themselves on top of him, wrapping their arms around his waist in a tight hug and nuzzling against his neck with an eagerness that was both endearing and perplexing. Barbatos, still groggy from sleep and not fully awake for all this commotion, blinked in confusion.

"You know… I'm craving some sweets…" MC's voice was a mixture of playfulness and longing as they pouted, shaking his body gently to keep him alert. "Please make one of those hellish Parfaits for me…"

Barbatos let out a soft sigh, his voice low, raspy, and still heavy with sleep. "Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up,"he murmured, his brow furrowing slightly as he struggled to fully wake up.

The demon butler looked at MC for a long moment, trying to discern whether their request was a joke, but the excitement in their eyes told him otherwise. With a resigned sigh, he reached for his DDD to check the time, his eyes widening when he saw that it was 3 AM.

"MC, you shouldn't be awake at this late hour. Humans need their rest," Barbatos advised gently, concern lacing his words as he shifted to sit up in bed.

"Pretty please…" MC's voice was soft and pleading as they continued to nuzzle against his neck, their warmth seeping into his skin.

With a reluctant smile, Barbatos relented. "Alright, alright. But you must promise me that you won't be too loud. We wouldn't want to wake the young lord," he said, reaching for a warm robe and slipping it on before extending his hand to help MC up.

Taking his hand eagerly, MC nodded with excitement, their eyes shining with anticipation as they walked hand in hand through the dark corridors of the demon lord's castle, guided by the soft glow of torches lining the walls.

As they made their way to the kitchen, Barbatos couldn't help but feel a warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of MC's infectious enthusiasm. Despite the late hour and the impending task of preparing a devilishly decadent dessert, there was nowhere else he would rather be than by their side, indulging in their sweet cravings and savoring the moments of quiet intimacy that bound them together in the depths of the night.

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