#I'm still sore from all the pushing and pulling and I'm on the verge of losing my voice from the screaming lol

[ro-is-struggling]

Yesterday I finally got the chance to see 5sos live

I finally got the chance to heal my teenage self that cried her eyes out when she missed the first concert they did in argentina back in 2017 and it's such a wonderful feeling

I have no words to describe how happy I am. The show was AMAZING, it was everything that I hoped and more! I love 5sos so much💕

[cherryw0n]

The Walls — lhs

nocturna series

pairing: dabbler!heeseung x addict!reader (afab)

synopsis: the world of intoxication and ecstasy was something you never thought could be so enchanting, so tempting. until you went spiraling into it unable to supress the inner cravings and strong thirst for something so forbidden but so euphoric.

genre: angst, smut, fluff

contains: drug consumption, drug addiction, alcohol consumption, coctailing, unprotected sex, smoking, established relationship

smut warnings: dom!heeseung x sub!reader, high sex, unprotected sex, dryhumping, manhandling, overstimulation, begging, cum play, oral (f. & m. receiving), dirty talk, praise, spit play, facesitting, snowballing, masturbation (f.)

NOT PROOFREAD! (english is not my first language)

MDNI!

It was his fault.

No.

It was really his fault.

But he himself couldn't stop, at least not right now.

The kisses you were leaving all over his neck, your hands groping every inch of his shoulders as you grinded over him on his lap made him weak. He threw his head back, moaning in pure bliss, the blood in his veins pumping fast, carrying adrenaline together with something more, something addictive. Cocaine.

You yourself weren't a stranger to it. If not, you were a little too far gone than Heeseung. It was enthrilling. Euphoric. No other feeling could compare to it, no other experience is equal to it. Just pure heaven. The arousal spread through your body faster, tactical. Every sound he made seemed so far yet so close. Your mind was fuzzy, body felt light and limp, it was only desire that moved you.

"Fuck baby—" He groaned out the moment you bit down into his jugular, messily letting the saliva slide down. Your thighs trapped his hips down to the couch, his slight thursts lazyly losing power with each grind down of your clothed cunt. The room felt suffocating, curtains were pulled over the windows, not letting any of the moonlight in. Only source of light was a small lamp right by the couch, casting shadows all over the living room as much as it's weak light reached.

Heeseung threw back his head, whines leaving his parted plump lips whilst you pulled back and locked your gaze on his expression. Fuck. You moaned, half lidded eyes fighting to stay open with each grind of your hips becoming harsher and faster. His sweats were drenched, your juices mixing into a messy patch. His hard lenght pressed into your pantie covered folds, sliding and letting you feel everything even over the clothes.

He was a mess, whiny. He could feel his orgasm approaching with each bump of his covered tip over your clit. Heeseung's head pulsed, the pleasure getting to his every nerve and the only thing he could do to brace himself for the high of the highs was to bite down on his forearm that he drapped over his mouth in a poor attempt to stop the sounds of becoming any louder than they already are. His other hand traveled to your hip, pushing you down harder in a desperate chase of his long awaited orgasm. "Hee, it feels so good!" You whined out, voice already hoarse from all the sounds that you let out for the past hour of humping and making out.

Heeseung was out, his eyes were tight shut, head still thrown back as his teeth dug deeper into his flesh. He nodded vigorously, not caring that you weren't getting the confirmation back. His hips gained the rhythm back, harshly fucking up into your slippery folds, cock already sore, sensitive and on the brink of bursting. You were so gone, the high of the drug not letting you down, only letting your body succumb to the pleasure easier. "Baby I'm gonna cum!" You closed your eyes, focusing on the hot knot on the verge of explosion, hands sliding over your swollen breasts, giving them a rough squezze. "Ah fuck...harder—" You cried out, head thrown back at the harsh slide of his tip over your swollen bud. It was all it took for pleasure to overflow you, hips sttutering, mouth agape open as you humped yourself through the climax.

Heeseung was there too, and the moment he hurriedly looked at your body over his lap, shaking from your own orgasm, and feeling your hot drenched pussy drag in a slightly slower grinds as you indulged in every and each second of your high, he moaned loudly letting his own take over. His tights trembled, humps became sloppy, his heart hammered violently against his ribcage as he released in the confinement of his briefs with the loudest moan he ever elicited.

Hard breathing filled the room, breaths mixing messily as your head spun from the overwhelming pleasure. His chest heavied up and down, glistening with thin layer of sweat, exhsustingly trying to get to some air. You reached over to the night table with the lamp right by the couch and swiped your finger on the residue of white powder, slowly raising it to your lips and sucking it off. You moaned in delight, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Heeseung observed you, the both highs slowly wearing off. But you on the other hand were still having fun. The euphoric smile on your face as you felt the small crytal powder against your taste buds was telling enough. Your hips grinded against him again, getting a small hiss of sensitivity back but you were still out of it, out of this reality. "Heeseung, I want more..." You cuddled into his chest, whiny voice barely sounded stable as you kissed his neck. He chuckled, peeling you off of him and bringing you up to face him.

"You want what Y/N?"

His thumb brushed your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it bounce back. Just as he was about to pull his finger away you grabbed his hand, hazed red eyes looking up at him through the lashes. "Coke..." You took his thumb into your mouth, sucking harshly and messily. A breathy laugh left his throat at those words and he smiled teasingly. Smiled because he didn't know what mess will be created from just letting you in on his world of dabbling drugs, just simply enjoying the high for fun.

"Got you addicted to high sex, huh baby?"

And it was a mistake.

A big mistake that can't be undone as wished.

• • • • • •

Music hit Heeseung's eardrums unplesantly loud, making him silently wince in response as the entrace door closed behind him. He was hit with a smell of smoke invading his nosetrils, leaving a burning sensation up his sinuses as his eyes stinged due to the toxic fume. As he slowly took steps down the hall here and there couples were scattered around, some talking, some fighting and some making out using the hall as a secluded area for their private matters. He stepped into the living room where the rest of the party was and the scene fully unraveled before him.

Heat rushed over him instantly. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat and something undistinguishable. A makeshift dance floor had formed near the speakers, bodies moving in a reckless rhythm, lost in the music. A couple lounged on the couch, too deep in their own world to notice the people around them. The coffee table was scattered with red plastic cups and half-empty bottles, illuminated by the soft erratic glow of the neon sign placed on the wall.

Jake always knows how to throw a good party, that's for sure.

"You finally made it!"

The sudden collision with you attaching to his chest and hugging him startled him. He gasped in surprise but quickly, a smile was on his face as he hugged you back. "Woah, slow down girl!" You giggled against his thick hoodie, in the process getting some of the liquor from your cup onto his clean clothes. Heeseung felt the warmth of your body against his, but something was off. Your grip was tight—too tight. Your fingers trembled slightly where they clutched at his hoodie, and when you pulled back, he got a better look at you. Pupils were blown wide, your smile lopsided in a way that wasn’t just from the alcohol. The faint smell of vodka clung to your breath, mixing with something sharper, something artificial. He could tell.

Heeseung forced a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he studied you. "You feeling good?" His tone was casual, but his mind was racing. You grinned, nodding quickly. "So good. You should catch up, baby." You said, pressing a cold cup into his hand. Your fingers lingered on Heeseung's, eyes gleaming with a kind of feverish excitement. "Maybe later." He gave you a tight lipped grin as he placed the cup on the nearest table. Your red and hazy eyes still looking up at him, giggling to yourself.

His stomach clenched. He'd been the one to introduce you to the world of casual highs, to the occasional pill or line at a party when the night called for it. But you had been careful, hesitant even. Lately, though, that hesitation had vanished. And tonight? You were on something more than just alcohol—he could see it in the way your body swayed, like you weren't fully anchored to the ground.

It scared him.

Your relationship was just taking it's leap. Six months and counting, the first day you met still fresh in his mind as a day. And how could it not be? You got together just a few months ago, still getting to know some parts of one another and getting comfortable. You were a good girl, shy at first, always up in your own small world, kind and smart. You were everything Heeseung could ask for in a girl. But now, you were slowly changing. Maybe he shouldn't have brought you to one of these parties a couple of months ago, maybe he shouldn't have let you see him taking a ecstasy pill, maybe just maybe he didn't have to give you that pill too.

"Yo, Hee!" Heeseung's attention was stolen by the new approaching figure. "Hey Jake, what's up? " He stood before him grinning as he dabbed him up. Jake's cologne was mixed with the ever-present scent of booze and smoke in the air, his dark hair slightly tousled like he'd already been through a few rounds of partying. He glanced between Heeseung and your slow body giggling for no reason, and he gave his friend a look of concern, his eyes filled with something that only they could understand at the moment. Heeseung let his eyes drift to the ground before wandering all over the place, scanning the strangers in a attempt to avoid the pressure of his friend's gaze, and Jake got the message.

"You finally decided to show up!" Jake spoke teasingly over the loud music, getting a little closer to Heeseung. Heeseung forced a smirk. "Wouldn't miss it." Jake chuckled and held out a shot glass that he already brought with him in preparation. "Then prove it." Heeseung glanced at you and your swaying figure, the half empty glass he took out of your grip earlier now in your hands again. You seemed loose and carefree, enjoying the rhythmic bass as you let it get to you and be the only thing occupiying your mind. His uneasiness didn't fade, but it was drowned put by the heat of moment — the music, the energy. Maybe he was overthinking. Maybe you were just having fun.

And as if let off the leash, he grabbed the shot from Jake's hand and downed it in one go. The burning liquor left a heating sensation down his throat, making him grimace. Jake whooped in approval, getting himself a unopened beer from the table and handing one to Heeseung too.

And just like that, the night swallowed him whole.

Hours blurred into moments—more drinks, more laughter. Heeseung kept an eye on you, watching for any sign that you were spiraling, but the alcohol dulled the sharp edge of his suspicion. Every time he caught you giggling at nothing or losing focus mid-conversation, he told himself it was fine. You were fine. His concern that sat deep in his chest was replaced with carelessness the more he let himself enjoy the night, but it was till he felt your fingers lacing through his, pulling him with as you both stumbled through the crowd together.

Strangers brushed past him, some with barely a glance, others throwing quick smiles or playful shoves as they moved through the crowd. But it was all a blur to his tipsy mind. Dimly lit hall way was somehow empty, the only two figures that stumbled into it were you two, his hands gripped at your waist as you pushed him harshly against the wall capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.

No slow build up like usual, no teasing. Just a messy hungry kiss. Your mouth moved sloppily against his, making Heeseung smile into the kiss. You were barely standing, pathetically holding onto his shoulders as he held you up against him by the waist, the glass that you refused of letting go the whole night still somehow gripped in your palm. Agitation took over your whole body, but it was fighting with all its streght to stay collected. Your muscles were slowly giving out, but the euphoria that traveled through your system was not persisting.

You were pressing yourself against Heeseung harder, desperate to keep on partying, to keep the heat going. Heeseung whined against your lips, saliva messily dripping between your bodies and right onto your exposed clevage. You lips all of a sudden felt numb, tongue too as if something paralyzed them. No sensation was felt on them whatsoever and then your grip loosened, hands gripped at Heeseung's hoodie, lips disconnected as he was taken aback.

Heeseung barely had time to process it before your body gave out, knees buckling. A choked sound escaped your throat as if your brain was struggling to keep up with what was happening to your own body.

"Hey—" Heeseung caught you before you could hit the floor, his arms wrapping around your waist instinctively. His heartbeat, which had been pounding from the drunken high of the moment, now raced for an entirely different reason. You were trembling.

Your head lolled against his chest, breathing uneven. Heeseung quickly switched your positions, pressing your back against the wall for support. His hands framed your face, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes. They were unfocused, pupils blown wide, expression dazed as if you weren't fully present.

"Babe—" His voice came out hoarse, the alcohol in his system doing little to soften the sharp panic slicing through him. "Hey, talk to me." Your lips parted, but no words came out. Eyes blinking sluggishly, like you were trying to wake up from a dream but couldn't find your way back. Heeseung sobered up in an instant.

This wasn’t just being drunk. This wasn’t just a high.

His stomach turned as realization hit him all at once—whatever you had taken, it was too much. Way too much. He had seen people go too far before, seen the way their bodies stopped listening to them when the mix of substances became lethal. But never you. Never this. Heeseung swallowed hard, pushing down the rising fear in his chest.

"Jake!" His voice cracked as he turned his head, searching the crowd for his friend through the living room door, hoping that somehow someone will hear. "Jake—help!" Everything around him blurred—the music, the people, the party. None of it mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was keeping you awake. Keeping you here. Heeseung pressed his forehead against yours, gripping you tighter. "Stay with me, okay?" His voice was barely above a whisper now, his own breath shaking. "Just stay with me."

"Hey what's happe—"

"Jay! Help me get her to the bathroom! Quick!" He picked you up in his arms, running into the living room and through the crowd of piled up people, getting some insults and shows back, but he didn't care. Jay ran after him, being the only one in this whole party that didn't touch a drop of alcohol or any kind of drug since he got here ten minutes ago. The climb up the stairs felt excruciatingly longer than usual, Heeseung dodged bodies and bodies. "Move — move!" Jake barked,dragging open the bathroom door, Heeseung barged inside quickly putting you down by the sink. "Grab the sink Y/N, hold yourself up, come on." Jay slammed the door shut, fiddling with the lock hurriedly until it clicked.

Heeseung instructed to you whilst he got the water facet on, cold water numbing his fingers under the stream as he got it on your face. "Jay, hold her." Heeseung was panicking but still held his composure with his movements sharp and precise. The other boy slipped right by you, grabbing your arms that weakly gripped the sink. "She's burning up..." Jay's hand flew to your forehead. "What the hell did she take?" Jay spoke, his usually playful demeanor nowhere to be seen. Heeseung ignored the question. He didn’t know, and right now, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting you back.

The music was thumbing in your head, the bass ringing off in a drowsy melody. Your ears felt stuffed, muscles weak and worn out, eyes were fixed on one dot with your mind blank and dazed. It all felt too unreal. The coldness on your face and neck made you shiver. Slight trembles were shaking you, breathing still shallow. You flinched when another splash of water meet your face, a small gasp leaving your dry mouth and lashes fluttering. Heeseung kept on cupping your face with cold water, bringing it down to your neck too. "Come on Y/N!" He spoke loud and clear, emphasizing your name.

Your breathing was still shallow, but as Heeseung pressed another handful of cool water to your warm skin, your eyes started to clear—just a little. Fingers twitched weakly against the edge of the sink with Jay still clutching you in his arms. "There you are..." Heeseung whispered, his voice barely steady, breathing still deep.

You blinked up at him, lips parting slightly as if you were about to say something—but then a sharp gasp tore from your throat. Before either of them could react, you lurched forward, retching violently into the sink. Heeseung's chest tightened, but relief washed over him at the same time. Your body was fighting back. You were coming down. Jay moved beside you, grabbing a towel and wetting it before handing it over. "She's gonna be okay. " He said, more to himself than anyone else. Heeseung nodded, rubbing your back gently as you clutched the sink, breaths ragged and uneven.

Heeseung hovered over you, one of his hands now grabbing at bits of your hair as the other gripped the wet towel, his jaw clenched tight. His gaze observed your flushed face as you gripped the sink tighter, knuckles turned white from all the retching and the vomit that was spilling from your sore throat. It was agonizing. The stench that filled the room was like no other, just pure filth of alcoholic vapor. Jay grimaced, covering his mouth with the forearm in a poor attempt to dull the smell.

You struggled to breath whilst vomiting, eyes were glossy and felt like they would fall out of your sockets any minute. The vomit slowed down, your spit getting the last bits out. You gasped for air, mind still unaware of what just happened. You slumped down onto the toilet seat right next to the counter, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes watery but bright, still wide with the remnants of the high. Then, you laughed. A light, airy giggle that echoed off the tiles.

"God... " You said, breathless, looking up at Heeseung with a dazed smile. "That was intense." Jay observed everything, eyes going from your giggly figure up to Heeseung's fuming frame. "I'm gonna leave you two to it..." Jay mumbled before slipping out of the bathroom, giving you two space—or avoiding the fallout. The moment door clicked shut, the world quieted.

You kept on giggling, almost falling off the toilet. Heeseung stood there before you, looking down at your state, party obviously continuing in your head. His fists clenched at his sides, anger raising hot and slow beneath his skin. "Come on, let's go back—" Your hand went to grab his forearm in an attempt to stand up on your wobbly legs but his sharp voice cut you off.

"What did you take?" He asked, voice low, too calm. You blinked up at him, slightly swaying with the smile not faltering. "Relax. I just—" You chuckled softly. "I didn't expect it to hit that hard."

"What. The Fuck. Did you take?" Heeseung spat out through gritted teeth, eyes blazing through you. Your eyes flicked to his again, smile faltered for the first time tonight, eyes squinted as you thought back to it. "I had... two tabs of acid..." You spoke, words dragging against your tongue a little. "Then someone gave me a bump—he said it was just molly... I think there was something else in it. Then vodka. But not that much!—" You smiled up at him at the last part, vision still slightly blurry. His serious expression made you confess, as if he didn't already know. "—not really... "

Heeseung couldn't believe his ears. How reckless you behaved. He took a half step back, racking his hand through his hair with a huff of disbelief. "Jesus Christ—" He stared you down, waiting for any sign of regret, of realization of what you just did for the first time. But none surfaced, only a smiley drunk mess looked back at him, slightly swaying to the beat of music that got to the bathroom. "Are you even hearing yourself right now?!" His tone raised, anger getting the best of him.

"You are so hot when you are angry..." You bit your bottom lip, eyes narrowing in a seductive gaze, back leaning back against the tank. Heeseung was so worked up, not noticing or hearing your comment whilst he continued. "I was not here for the first two hours because of family stuff and you go and do something stupid like this?!" He was particularly yelling at you his hands flying all around with each word. You lazyly grabbed one of his wrist, hooded eyes looking up at him through lashes with his body being pulled close to you. "Why are you so mad? You have done worse. You were the one who told me to stop overthinking this shit and just... feel it."

"Not all at once! Not like this! I didn't tell you to fucking black out" Heeseung was furious, not being able to comprehend that you did something so reckless, something that a month ago would be a story that would creep you out before you went to bed. "You could have collapsed out there!.... If I wasn't with you then what?! You think someone would have noticed?" He stopped, attention finally fully on you that was basically hugging his hips, red glossy eyes looking up at him with your bottom lip stuck between your teeth with your chin resting on his lower stomach. You weren't listening to a thing. He clocked it the moment you two locked eyes, pure lust radiated off you as he huffed in frustration, defeat taking over. "Unbelievable." His voice cut sharp over the distant music letting each syllable bounce off the four tight walls. You giggled at that.

A joke.

This was all a joke to you.

"We are going home. Now."

"Nooo~"

• • • • • •

It's been a month. A month after you almost blacked out. You promised to Heeseung the day after the party when the hangover hit harder then ever that you won't do it again. And boy, was it hard. You got into the relationship with Heeseung knowing that about him. That he does it for fun, occasionally. You were not supportive of it, not one bit, always staying away from any kind of drugs. Throughout the whole high school you never even lit a cigar, let alone tried drugs. So being in relationship with a person who is all about the YOLO motto was kind of new, scary and at the same time refreshing.

You got to try everything that seemed intimidating and always followed with some stigma and fear. You lit your first cigar a month into the relationship at one of the visits to his apartment, surprisingly, on your own request, and he gave you one. The first ever head you got was, again, by him in his car while it rained and you two had to stop due to the downpour. It was mind blowing. Definitely one of the best rainy days to be remembered, that's for sure. The first time you got drunk was again around the same time, a month and a half into the relationship, Jake's house and that hang out is definitely one of core memories.

You could say that you were blooming, finally experiencing all the teenage stuff you missed out on. You felt alive. For the first time in your life you felt the adrenaline of doing something off limits, something that was forbiden for the longest time you could remember. The strictness of your parents that you were under till you turned eighteen was excruciating. But thankfully you were now free of that, the constant nagging now turned into "how was the party" and so on. A breath of fresh air.

On top of all that, you felt safe with Heeseung. One of his biggest virtues is making everyone feel like they belong, like they are protected when near him. And that was what attracted you to him the most. The relationship overall was thriving, you two met at the campus one random day when he actually showed up for the classes, since he had a part time job and could not get to each and every lecture. It all happened so fast, but the instant click was there.

You love him. He was everything you could ask for. Caring, kind, humble, faithful and so on. He was a dream come true. You really hit a jackpot with him as your first boyfriend and you were proud of it, of him.

But it all started slowly crumbling down bit by bit the moment drugs hit your senses. At that time you didn't realize that the clever and occasional highs with your boyfriend would have led you here.

You sat at your study desk, trying to focus and get this part of the lesson over with, but it was hard. Your leg kept on bouncing under the table, fingernails were all the time between your teeth, some of them already bleeding and red. Your mind raced with the words from the paper running around in a hope of distraction. It was no use. Your mouth was dry, no sip of water could get it hydrated enough as the water simply seemed to evaporate from your organism the moment it came in contact with it.

"Fuck." You groaned under your breath, hands coming up and messing with your hair before they rested in it. You need something. You really do or you will go insane. Abruptly getting up, you went over to your drawers and opened the first one, rummaging through it you found nothing. You groaned loudly in anger, slamming the drawer shut. You used up all the weed you had, but you knew you needed something stronger. Well as much as you told and promised Heeseung about staying away from any kind of drug that much you were lying.

The thirst was something indescribable, something you never felt before. And it could not be pushed down or forgotten. You craved the drugs. Your body betrayed you, asking for something you knew was forbiden, but it always won. No matter how hard you tried. Heeseung didn't know about your cravings, but you didn't need to tell him, he saw right through you. He knew you good enough to notice that not everything was right.

You walked in circles in the middle of your room, huffing in frustration. What should you do? Racking a hand through your messy hair you stopped. One name on your mind that you knew you could call up. Your shaky hands grabbed your phone from the bed hurriedly, quickly typing in the name and clicking on it.

One ring.

Two rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jungwon..."

• • • • • •

It’d been a quiet night. For once.

The apartment smelled faintly like instant noodles and cologne, the blue glow of the TV flickering across the walls as Heeseung leaned back into the couch, controller in hand, eyes locked on the screen. Jay sat on the floor, legs crossed, fingers moving furiously over his own controller. "Bro, you always camp that corner." Jay complained, tossing his head back. "You are such a rat."

"Strategic positioning." Heeseung smirked, taking another shot in game. "Don’t hate the player." Jay groaned and tossed a chip into his mouth. "Your 'strategic positioning' is annoying." The banter rolled easy between them. Normal. It felt good, like space had formed between Heeseung and everything messy he's been drowning in.

Then, his phone lit up. Heeseung's thumb paused over the controler as his eyes flicked over to the bright phone screen.

Y/N<3: come over. I miss u

He stared at it for too long that Jay noticed. "Her?" He asked, eyes back on the screen, thumbs still working over the buttons. "Yeah..." Heeseung mumbled back, already reaching for his leather jacket. "She wants me to come over." Jay's jaw clenched, hesitating before he spoke. "Wait. Before you go..." Heeseung was already on his two feet, swinging the jacket over his shoulders as he got it on. "What?" Jay shifted uncomfortably, eyes all off a sudden interested in the carpet. "I forgot to tell you... She, uh, asked Jungwon for something last week."

Heeseung blinked. "Jungwon? Like...Jungwon Jungwon?" Jay nodded back. "Yeah. Said she hit him up asking for some pills. Something mellow. I didn't think she would actually follow through but—" Heeseung's gut twisted. "You are joking." Jay raised his hands defensively. "I thought you knew." Heeseung was already walking towards the door, aggressively putting his shoes on. "She told me she was done. She looked me in the face and told me she was done."

"I know man. I didn't wanna stir shit up if she was just asking—"

"You should have told me the second you knew!" Heeseung barked, grabbing his keys. Jay stood up, eyes wide. "Wait, Hee! Don't go there pissed, you will just blow up and—" But his friend was already out the door, slamming it on the way out.

His knuckles were white around the steering wheel. Every red light made his pulse throb harder in his temples. The memory of her last time—laughing, stumbling, trying to kiss him like nothing had happened, the parties where you had no restrains played on repeat in his head. He really wanted to classify them as you just having fun, but it was going out of control even before that infamous blackout a month ago. He noticed all the small signs, the slight shakiness of your hands while at lectures, the bit down fingernails, constant drinking of water in a attempt to try and calm yourself. He noticed all. It was till the point he stopped getting high with you when alone, finding excuses like "I'm tired" or "I have none left" just so he wouldn't have to watch you fall apart. He shouldn't have gave you any in the first place to start with.

He regrets it.

You said you stopped and he believed you. And now you were doing it again. Behind his back. When he pulled up in your driveway, he noticed your parents car was not there, the only light in the house being on was in your room. Great. Getting himself out of the car he ringed once and simply let himself in. You were home alone and even left the door unlocked? Pretty responsible.

Heeseung scanned the dark living room, stepping inside and closing the door making sure to turn the lock and get his shoes off before heading up the stairs. Your door was slightly open, letting the light peak through the slight crack. When he pushed the door open, jaw locked tight, he scanned the room like he expected to see drugs lying out in the open. You flinched at the sudden sound, gripping the towel around you tighter as you turned towards the door a small smile on your lips. "Hey Hee..." You adjusted the towel on your head before taking steps towards him. Heeseung stood there, eyes going over your freshly washed body, but stiil, the smell of your baby talc was not the only thing that lingered in the air. Weed.

"Well that was fast—"

"Did you hit up Jungwon for pills?"

Silence.

You stood before him, staring blankly at his serious face. Your lips parted slightly, like you hadn't expected him to lead with that. "What?" You retorted, almost too innocent, your brows narrowed in confusion, slight smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "What are you talking about—"

"Don't lie to me." He took a step closer, and he had what to smell. You reeked of weed, the earthy scent faded but still there. You rolled your eyes, tension tightening your shoulders. "I didn't take anything. I just...asked."

"Why?" He snapped. "Why the hell would you do that? After everything that happened? After I carried you to the bathroom so you wouldn't pass out in the middle of a party?! Wh—"

"God, Heeseung!—" You took a step back, overwhelmed. Eyes now full of something he couldn't decipher, something you yourself couldn't quite put a finger on. "Will you stop for once... " Your chest moved shallowly as your tone changed to a whisper. "Acting like I'm a baby and can't care for myself. Stop playing dad, Jesus!" You turned away from him, taking the towel from your head and throwing it on the bed. Wet hair on your shoulders sent shivers down your spine as you grabbed the comb and started doing your hair in front of the mirror, like nothing happened. Maybe it was you just avoiding conflict. Or you were scared of the confrontation you knew will come with the argument.

"Oh, so now I'm the villain? And for what? For caring too much?! Miss me with that fucking bullshit! You think this is only about that one time huh?!..." Heeseung now stood next to you, your peripheral vision blurred by him standing close whilst you slowly dragged the brush through your wet hair, jaw tightening. "You really think I didn't notice what's been happening to you? How you have been slipping further? You think I didn't clock every excuse, every lie, every time you said it to my face and weren't honest? It's not a phase, Y/N. It's an addiction—"

"Get out of my fucking face!" You pushed at his chest, making him stumble back a bit, but not from the force—but from the slight tremble and a crack in your voice. The brush tumbled to the ground, forgotten. He hit a nerve. You trembled, eyes boring through his, fists clenched by your sides. "Hit a nerve huh—"

"I don’t need you standing there like some savior." you hissed, voice shaking—not from weakness, but rage laced with fear. "Like you are above this. Like you haven't done the same shit, worse even." He scoffed, jaw clenching. "Don't turn this on me. I never lied about what I was doing. I never pretended I was okay."

"No, you just gave it to me!" you shouted, pointing at him. "You were the one who got me into this. You handed me the first pill like it was a game. Don't stand there and act like you’re clean."

"I never thought you'd drown in it." he said, almost under his breath, but the words landed like a punch. "I didn't think you would need it." Your throat tightened. That sting behind your eyes rose fast. But you refused to let it fall. Not in front of him. Not now. "You don’t know what the fuck I need." You muttered, voice barely held together.

"That's what you do, isn't it?" he went on, voice bitter. "You push until people leave so you don't have to face what you’re doing to yourself."

"Oh, fuck you!" You screamed. "You don't know me! You think just because you stuck around during a few breakdowns, you have earned the right to speak like you are some authority on who I am?!"

“I do know you." he growled, stepping forward again. "I know you are smart. I know you are strong. And I know you are so goddamn scared of being vulnerable that you would rather burn down every good thing around you than admit you need help."

You shook your head, shaking with anger, frustration, and fear. "Stop acting like you know everything. I don't need you coming in here trying to fix me. I'm not addicted!" The last words sat heavy on your tongue, your glossy eyes looking straight into his but behind them there was something that couldn't be hidden. Unsureness.

Heeseung's face hardened. "You know what? Maybe not. Maybe I’m not good. But at least I’m not hiding behind a bottle and a fake laugh while I rot from the inside out." That one hurt. You physically recoiled. A tense, horrible silence fell between you both. Breathing hard. Shaking. You spoke first, bitter and cold.

"Get out."

Heeseung’s jaw flexed, eyes burning holes through you. "Gladly." He turned on his heels without another word and stormed out, slamming the door so hard it rattled the frame. You stood there, heart pounding, fists trembling, eyes burning.

You didn't cry.

You didn't move.

You were too mad for tears.

Too hurt to call him back.

And way too scared to admit he might have been right.

• • • • • •

It's been days. Days since you talked to your boyfriend and it was weird. Everyone noticed your distance, especially at the campus where you two litteraly avoided each other. Heeseung needed time. He had to process everything and actually think about what he wants out of this relationship. He had to figure where you two stand. It was not so easy.

You on the other hand felt empty. With Heeseung no longer by your side you felt more alone then ever. You were lonely. Sad to admit, but he was your only company. You never had much friends. The ones you had were left behind by you the moment you entered a relationship with him, and you shouldn't have done it. Heeseung was telling you that, to try to rekindle the contact with some, but you were too deep into your relationship, it consumed you to the point you didn't care for anyone else except him.

It now backfired.

As you sat down on your balcony, the starry sky over you shining and illuminating your face, almost as if caressing your heavy lashes, you were lost. Your eyes were red, red from the drug that was rushing through your bloodstream and playing with every nerve in your brain. The pill had kicked in a while ago—maybe thirty, maybe fifty minutes. Time had melted into something meaningless. Benzos always did that. It didn't hit like a train, didn't smack you across the face. It just...hushed everything. The noise in your head, the ache in your chest, the trembling in your fingers. All muted now. Just a soft, slippery nothing.

The metal chair you sat on felt uncomfortable, digging into your leaned back and backside uncomfortably as you held your legs close to your chest, head thrown back against the wall. You fucked up. You did. And your eyes stang, again. A single tear dropping down your cheek whilst you kept a blank face. He was right. He was right about everything.

Another tear.

You had a problem and you didn't know how to fix that. You shouldn't have touched drugs, you shouldn't have even thought about it. But the thrill pulled you in and made sure you kept coming back. It was a game that rarely who managed to escape, and that thought scared you. You were too prideful, no, too scared to admit what path you were going down just days ago, but now, it was all clear. There was not a day you weren't on something. That's how bad it had become. Crises were becoming a everyday thing, your apearence started to exude your inner conflicts, leading to you going to lectures not caring about proper hygiene. The last days were really a spiral that seemed inevitable. Your meals all the together weren't regular. A mess, that's the last week summed up. A fucking mess.

It had been days since you heard from him. Not a text. Not a call. Not even a passive-aggressive story repost you could overanalyze. Nothing. And somehow, this hurt more than all your fights combined. The tears started pouring down, your shaky hand came up to wipe them off but only more were coming. You gasped, hands rubbing your calfs up and down, a nervous tick that kept going even if you weren't nervous anymore.

You should have been angry. But you weren't. Or maybe you were. You couldn't tell anymore. Everything inside you had flatlined.

The highs weren't fun anymore. It wasn't wild or dizzying or euphoric. It was hollow, only acting like a stabilizer that kept you alive. The cravings did not have mercy. You fucked it all up. And maybe you had. Maybe he was done. Maybe he meant it.

The thought left nothing but a painful ache in your chest. Your head pounded, body trembled as the tears heavied your vision, the night sky now dissolving into one big blur, the sobs never stopped .

• • • • • •

The sound of laughter and bicker bounced off the alley walls next to Heeseung's building as the friends kept on talking. The city buzzed in the background, cars passing, distant chatter of people, the light bass of the music on the rooftop bar could be felt. Heeseung sat on the wodden crate with the half-burned cigar between his fingers, legs stretched out in front of him, his head tipped back as he exhaled slowly.

Jay was leaned up against the opposite wall, flipping the lighter open and shut out of habit whilst Sunghoon and Jake debated over some movie trivia, their voices loud but harmless. "Bro, I'm telling you..." Jake insisted, pointing his cigar like it was a mic. "It wasn't his real kid, it was a setup." Sunghoon scoffed at that, rolling his eyes. "Shut up. You always think everything is a conspiracy." Jay let out a chuckle at their stupid argument. "Y'all sound like a YouTube comment section." He looked over to Heeseung. "Back me up."

Heeseung gave a half-laugh, corners of his lips tugging up slightly. "I'm too high for logic right now." Everyone laughed just for a moment. Everything seemed fine. Until Jay's eyes lingered too long on Heeseung's face, reading the quiet behind the smirk. Then he spoke. "So... You heard from Y/N?" The laughter stopped like someone had hit mute, Sunghoon and Jake turning to Heeseung, noticing the uneasiness after the mention of you. His jaw ticked, fingers tightening slightly around the cigar. He didn't look at them, just took another drag, slow and heavy. "Not tryna start something. Just asking." Jay added on in defence.

Heeseung let the smoke sit on his tongue for a second before blowing it out with a scoff. "No, I haven't." The words lingered heavy in the air, Sunghoon and Jake exchanged a look but didn't say anything. Jay leaned a bit, voice low. "You miss her?" Heeseung stared ahead, watching the smoke snake through the air, his mind blank but at the same time racing before be answered. "Of course..." Jay nodded slowly, flicking the ash onto the ground. "You think she is gonna come back from it?"

Silence.

Heeseung finally looked at him, eyes darker then usual. "I don't know. That's the part that pisses me off the most. I don't know." There was a long pause. City was still bustling, but here it felt like it was frozen. "I tried." voice quiter now but still sharp. "I tried to pull her out, talks and talks. But it seems like she doesn't get the weight of it. This is all just a getting loose thing to her and it pisses me off. Acting like a fucking child..." The boys stared at him, their eyes carrying something more—sympathy, maybe. Or guilt.

"And every time I bring it up she turns it on me. I get it! I get it that I shouldn't have let her dabble with me, but I didn't know she was that labile..." Jay nodded again, humming in understanding. Sunghoon cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence with the offer. "You wanna hit something more after this? Grab a drink or something?"

Heeseung blinked, taking the last long drag from the cigar, toxic smoke spreading through his lungs before it exited through his nostrils and slightly parted lips, creating a cloud of fog over his head. He let the cigarette butt down by him, stepping with his heel on it before he answered. "Fuck yeah."

Jake whooped and threw his unfinished cigar. "Let's go!" Like always, he was up for drinking and partying. His reaction got smiles on other boys' faces, light laughter filled the alley. Heeseung knew he needed this. No regret or overthinking tonight, just simple night out with his friends. Carefree and alive. Tonight, he will get you off his mind, even if that only lasted a couple of hours.

He needs this.

• • • • • •

The clicking of cutlery against porcelain echoed softly in the dinner room together with your parents banter. The dinner before you looked beautiful—roasted vegetables, grilled chicken, all neatly plated and ready to be devoured. But you couldn't stomach any of it. You sat at the table, shoulders slouched as you stirred the rice unappetizingly with your fork. Your eyes were tired, the tired that makeup couldn't hide anymore. Your frame was hugged by a baggy hoodie, sleeves run down your arms as if almost trying to swallow you.

"You barely touched your plate." Your mom said gently, pausing her glass of water halfway to her lips. "Are you still feeling sick?" You blinked slowly. "Yeah..." You murmured under your breath. "Still kinda... off." Your dad glanced up from his phone, eyes drifting from a important email and right to your weak figure. His eyebrow furrowed. "You missed three days of classes. You sure you are okay?" Concern could be heard in his gentle tone.

"I'm fine." You answered a little too quickly, voice flat. "It's probably just the flu or something." Your mom gave you a look, skeptical but not confrontational. "Maybe we should take you to a doctor, sweetie." You shook your head. "No. I'm just tired. I'll be okay." A silence took over for a few seconds, your fork again in the plate before you, scraping it. Then your mom spoke again, more careful this time.

"I haven't seen Heeseung around for awhile. Everything okay between you two?"

The fork stilled in your hand. Your eyes locked to the plate, breathing barely noticeable. The question sliced through you —normal, casual, but you still couldn't answer it. Your mouth was opening but nothing came out. Your throat tightened, tongue sat heavy and dry. The silence grew noticeable, both of your parents now hyper focused on you, every movement stopping. Your mothers brow's knitted together. "Y/N?" You still didn’t answer.

You didn't know what to say. How do you explain that the boy they once smiled at across the doorway has not spoken to you for weeks since the last time he looked at you was like a stranger when you were in the same room together? That you couldn't bring yourself to feel normal anymore, not in your skin, not in your thoughts—and you didn't even have a good enough reason for why you spiraled in the first place.

Your dad glanced between you and your mother, he didn't push. He never did.

You finally forced a weak shrug, voice flat. "We have just been... busy. He's been with his friends." Your voice cracked in the middle, so quietly that your mother had to lean in to catch it. More silence. Your mom smiled faintly, not convinced of your words. "Alright. Well... Let us know if you want to talk about anything." You nodded quickly eyes never leaving the plate.

But in your chest, shame coiled tight—hot and choking. They didn't know. Not really. And if they ever did… if they ever truly looked close enough—

You took a shaky breath and stabbed a piece of cold chicken.

Pretending was easier.

• • • • • •

The room was dim, lit by only your bright phone screen and the moonlight that came down through the blinds. The house was quiet, pretty quiet. Your parents were working night shifts again, so that meant no people to distract you. Sheets were tangled at your feet, music playing low from the speaker, something ambient and slow, barely keeping you tethered to reality. You sat up as you clicked on the first icon in the message app, staring at the last message you had sent him.

You: come over. I miss u

It woke up the ache that you worked so hard to avoid. But there's no going back now. Your finger trembled as they danced over the keyboard, typing and retyping the same message with unsureness.

You: I miss you

Send.

You: Please come over

Send.

You: Please

Send. Send. Send.

Your chest tightened, a dull sharp ache pulsing behind your ribs. The benzodiazepines rolled through your bloodstream, turning your thoughts into a slush and muting the sharpness of the world. You didn't feel the pain exactly—not like you should have. It was more like you were watching yourself fall apart from the other side of the room. A weak laugh escaped your lips, cracked and breathy as if you were barely standing. Your hand wiped under your eyes. You didn't know if you were crying again or your vision was distorted from the high. Maybe both.

No reply.

You stared at the screen until the words blurred, until your thumb hit the message bar again and typed without thinking.

You: I'm sorry. I fucked up. I just want you. Please just come.

The silence in the room was unbearable. You fell back against the pillows, eyes locked on the ceiling. Everything felt too quiet but too loud at the same time. Your limbs were warm and numb, heartbeat slow and steady, but your thoughts spun in circles, clashing. You couldn't stop seeing his face. The way he looked at you during your last fight — angry, hurt, done. It made your gut twist at the reviving.

You sent another message.

You: I just want to feel something real again

• • • • • •

The phone buzzed once. Twice. Again. Heeseung looked at it from where he was sitting at the edge of his bed, hair damp from the late night shower, hoodie half zipped up, blunt burning low between his fingers. The screen lit up with your name, over and over again.

Y/N<3: I miss u

Y/N<3: Please come

Y/N<3: I just want to feel something real again

He stared at it, jaw tense, stomach flipping. He could already tell—you were high. The pattern, the desperation, the timing. Everything added up. He knew that too well. His thumb hovered over the screen, his pulse jumped. He hated you for doing this. He hated himself for caring. But most of all, he was hating how fast he was standing up and grabbing his keys.

He was already in your driveway, no sign of your parents car. Of course. Of course you get high and call him when you are alone. He exited the car, pulse quickening with every step he took towards the door. No light was on in the house, not even your own room. The front door creaked open under his hand. Heeseung didn't ring. He never had to.

You always left it unlocked whenever you wanted him to come. It became a unspoken rule that still somehow stood. Even now—weeks after the fallout, after everything that was said and left unsaid.

He took a step inside, slow and cautious, scanning the dark familiar living room. The whole place was quiet, dead almost. He was not even sure if anyone was at all home. He shut the door and made his way up the stairs, no light was needed, it was all too familiar. With each step up the stairs his heart hammered, throat tight. Am I really doing this again?

Reaching the top, he could see the weak light coming from under your door which was slightly cracked open, like always. He took steps and finally was face to face with the comfort of your room, only separated by the thin wood. The moment he pushed the door open, there you were. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, hair wild and unbrushed. Your phone was clutched in your hand and eyes red and unfocused, blinking slowly. Your head turned sluggishly when you felt him on the doorway. You didn't flinch, didn't say anything. You just stared at him like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to this world with wet cheeks and watery eyes.

"You left the door unlocked..." Heeseung spoke flatly, almost lifelessly as his eyes scanned you. How glassy your eyes were, pupils blown wide, how you were barely holding yourself together. "You came..." Your hoarse voice echoed through the room, sniffles continued. "I wasn't sure if you would." A bitter smile pulled at your lips.

Heeseung didn't answer, jaw tensed as he shut the door behind him, eyes never leaving you. "You are high." He said, eyes sharp now. You looked down at you lap. "I just needed to feel... less."

"Less what?"

"Just— less."

He slowly made his way towards you, stopping right at the foot of you bed. "You are fucking dissappearing." Your dazed eyes followed him, full of tears that were ready to downpour. You sniffled, pulling your legs up to your chest and hugging them. "Why do you care? You left me." The words left your mouth in a whisper, strained almost inaudible. "I didn't leave!" He snapped. "You pushed me out! You kept lying. Hiding even. You broke my trust!" Tears suddenly started pouring out your eyes quietly, still listening to every word his angry voice spoke. "You became distant, even when I wanted to get close to you!—"

"You think I don’t know what’s happening?! You think I can’t see it too? You think I like being like this?!" You shouted through sobs, finally letting it out. Heeseung’s eyes softened, drinking in every word as his mind raced. "No, I don't th—"

"Then stop acting you you know fucking everything!" You were now gasping from how much tears you were sheding, it was exhausting. You snapped finally, frustration getting the best of you. Everything deteriorated, everything you built collapsed right before your eyes. You chest hurt, hands trembled as cold sweat coated your skin. Heeseung took a step back from the sudden outburst. The rawness of it making his own legs weak. The moment you heard him take steps back your head snapped towards him, eyes wide in fear. "Nonono—" You repeated shaking your head in denial, getting on your wobbly knees and hands. "Heeseung, please! I'll be good. I swear, please—" You crawled towards him, eyes looking up at him through your wet lashes, glowing under the moonlight.

You finally got to the end of the bed, grabbing his wrist before you pulled him back towards the bed, staring up at his upright and strong figure hovering over your crawling one. "Please. Don't go." You got on your knees, attaching yourself to him, hands grabbing at his waist and every inch of his upper body, histerically. Like you would lose him right now, right here.

Heeseung was at a loss for words, blankly staring at your face up close after so long. And you were so beautiful. With your puffy glossy eyes, plump lips swollen, cheeks red from all the stress. You still were so beautiful to him. He gulped, scanning your panicked face, hands still by his side, not daring to lay a hand on you. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was scared he would not be able to stop.

Suddenly your eyes met, your gaze instantly changing, like a switch. Your hands sensually slowed down, caressing his hoodie covered waist. Your breaths mingled, mixing as your eyes traveled down to his lips. Silence became tense, the only sound being your slow and deep breathing. Heeseung gulped and you felt it. That subtle shift in the air, the way his chest raised just a bit more forcefully, the way his fingers twitched at his sides. He was trying, really trying to hold the line. But you could feel him crack under the weight of your desperation.

Your hands moved slower, more intentionally now, sliding up the fabric of his hoodie, gently feeling his muscles contract under your cold touch. "You still want me..." You whispered, eyes hooded and red and voice broken, shaky. "Even now... don't you?" He didn't respond. But the silence was the response.

You leaned in closer, face tilted up, lips ghosting the underside of his jaw. "Say it." You pleaded, voice trembling like your body was. "Please. Just say it." Heeseung's eyes fluttered shut for a second, jaw clenched. He was breathing through his nose, trying to keep control. "Y/N stop—"

"You always love having me like this." The graze of your lips against to corner of his mouth was the last straw, his hands finally moved—grabbing your wrists, gently but firmly, pulling them away from his body. You looked up at him, panic flashing again, eyes wide. But before you could speak, he crashed his mouth to yours.

It wasn't a kiss. It was a collapse.

Your back met the mattress again, his body following, heavy and hot, mouth devouring yours like it's his last. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as his hoodie rode up, fingers digging into the sheets, into his back, into anything you could hold yourself onto. His hands found your waist, your thighs, your face — gripping, stroking like he couldn't decide what to do first. The kiss was messy, uncoordinated, like both of you were leading your own way. Saliva mixing, tongues fighting to get the taste of each other's mouth, hungrily. He suddenly detached, earning a whine from you in response as he let his kisses down your jaw and right over your neck.

"I hate you for this." He mumbled into your neck, voice sharp, breathing erratic. "You drive me insane." You moaned in response, arching your back off the sheets and right into his body asking him to get back to work. "Hee, please..." He dived back in, kissing your neck, your clavicles, leaving open mouthed kisses with his hands traveling up your hoodie. Your skin was cold but sweaty, chest heavied up and down with each touch of his fingertips. He moved down, slowly descending onto his knees at the foot of the bed, meeting with the carpet as his lips grazed every inch of your stomach, hoodie pushed up by his big hands. You gasped for air, raising yourself by your elbows and watching him. His slouched figure grabbed at your thighs, hips, anything that was available. His nose nuzzled onto your waistband, underwear on full display before him.

He raised his eyes, making direct eye contact with you making you almost moan out loud. Heeseung had a sight to see, you meesed up, desperate for him, eyes now puppy like almost begging him to devour you. "Didn't eat this pussy in a while baby..." His fingers grazed your inner thighs, eyes moving down to scan the mess that was already accumulating. The wet patch stabbing his eyes, making him hiss at the slight movement of your hips against his gaze. "You want that, hm?" You hummed out desperately, nodding your head quickly, legs spreading further on their own.

Heeseung caressed it with the back of his fingers, feeling the wetnees over the drenched fabric. You relaxed into the touch, his knuckles hitting your covered clit in a stroking motion just right. It was gentle, teasing, and he enjoyed watching you fall apart just by his simple touch. You were sweating, the drugs still slowing you down, making the slight pleasure feel otherwordly. Heeseung hooked his fingers on your panties, pulling them away from your core before letting it slap back against it, the action making you slightly jolt. The wet sound that came of it making his mind spin. You were humming repeatedly in a haze, your eyes closed and head thrown back, hips chasing the stimulation under his eyes. "Fuck. Don't do that..." He grimaced, his sweats feeling tighter then ever. Just the simple squirm of your body was enough to make his tip leak precum in anticipation.

His hands grasped your hips, adjusting you as he lowered his head, now face to face with your soaked underwear. He blew at it experimentaly, to see if you would feel even the slightest of brush and you did. Your hips rolled in an attempt to meet whatever that was, not nothing. That's how sensitive you were. It was the last straw before he was tipped over the edge, impatience getting the best of him as he pulled the underwear off you, throwing it somewhere behind. Pushing your thighs spread open again with his palms pressing onto them, he left a harsh lick all the way from your hole to your clit. It made you scream in surprise, body aching and trembling the moment his tongue went flat over your bundle of nerves.

He was impatient. His mouth quickly attached to your clit, engulfing it with his soft wet mouth as he sucked. Your back met the mattress again, arms too weak to hold you up. You panted, head thrown back as he refused to let your bud go. It was becoming sensitive with each flick of his tongue as he harshly sucked, even moaning against your wetness. Heeseung was enjoying himself, head bobbing with each squirm of your hips against him. You tasted divine.

You were becoming a moaning mess, cold sweat covered every inch of your skin, the hoodie feeling suffocating on your torso more than ever. Lightheadedness was taking over. You were so sensitive. You can't take it. So you trashed around against his mouth, trying to run away from his savage lips, but it only made him groan, your moans became erratic, a small tight knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

It made him mad. You trying to run from him. His fingers digged harder into your inner thighs, keeping you in place. You hissed in pain from his strong hold, he was too aggressive, his mouth detaching from your clit to just let a filthy glob of spit onto it before diving back in. You sighed in slight relief but the overwhelming pleasure was back, this time his tongue skimmed over your holds, collecting all of your sticky arousal before it circled your hole. You raised your head and opened your heavy eyes, vision blurry from all the tears, cheeks flushed and red, neck heating in a uncomfortable fire. His eyes locked with yours. You moaned, mouth agape as you kept the eye contact. He smirked with his tongue traveling up to your bud and down to your hole again, teasingly poking at it, again and again.

"Tongue fuck me, yes..." You mumbled lowly through a breathy tremble more to yourself as you bit down on your lip and closed your eyes whilst throwing your head back. Hips meeting his shallow thrusts into your cunt. Heeseung almost came from the simple sight of you fucking yourself against his hot muscle. The next thing he did made you whine in need. He grabbed your knees, his hot hands against your sweaty skin made you shudder as he pushed them up and against your chest, your cunt on full display and at his mercy now. He dived right in, folding you in a uncomfortable position as his tongue thrusted into you, harder this time. You bit your bottom lip, pleasure eating you up as he didn't stop, not for a second. His hot muscle rubbed your entrance and walls in such a dirty way, hammering at a speed that had your head spin. You moaned and moaned, voice already hoarse.

"Heeseung fuck!" Your voice strained and breathy as it came out, the knot forming faster then ever, thighs shaking, ears canceling out everything as your body prepared for the climax. Heeseung could feel that you were close, your walls clenching and convulsing against his tongue, saliva dripped all onto your skin, trickling down your ass cheeks and onto the mattress together with your juices. He moaned, tongue already tired but he did not stop. His eyes closed tight in delight, waiting for your orgasm to wash over you.

One more thirst of his was enough for your body to shudder. The heat spread throughout you, blood pumping faster then ever. You moaned one last time, jaw tensing and thighs shaking. You came hard on his tongue as he fucked you through your orgasm, making sure to remember every sound and move your body let out at the moment, his smile never falling. You furiously tried to get your hips to grind against him, but it was no use, he held you down. "Yes fuck keep going— mhm..." Your pussy convulsed, after shocks still shaking you as he slowed down, finally letting your legs down and onto the bed. You were breathing hard, eyes still closed as your ears ringed. Heeseung let out a chuckle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, collecting the wetness that dripped down his jaw. He got onto the bed, knees dipping the mattress right at the sides of your worn out legs before he leaned over you, eyes scanning your panting and flushed face.

He moved a strand that sticked to your glossy lips, and he kissed you. Hard. His hands cupped your face, holding you in place. You could taste yourself on his lips, salty and tangy. It made you whine leading to him moaning in response. You grabbed his wrists, gently but firmly, pulling them away from your face and getting your hoodie finally off. Your breasts raising and falling with each breath in and out, making him lick his lips at the sight. You pressed a peck to his lips before you slowly slipped your body down, eyes boring into his glimmering with mischief. He furrowed his brows, watching your figure slide beneath his slowly, sheets wrinkling with your back dragging against them. "Y/N what—"

You were already beneath him, face to face with his bulge, cupping it as you looked over your head, lip stuck between your teeth, hand squizzing him. Heeseung’s breath got stuck in his throat whilst he stared at your figure under him who was still on his fours, gawking at your head that was now caged with his thighs . The eye contact made him smile slyly down at you, getting the idea you had. Before he could react your hands already pulled down the front of his sweatpants together with his boxers, revealing his raging cock. It almost hit you in the face, tip bulbous and red, leaking precum. Your mouth watered at the sight, and before Heeseung could say anything your tongue slid over the pulsing vein right on the underside of it.

Heeseung's mouth opened, eyes went closed shut, palms fisting the sheets painfully hard. You smirked at his reaction, getting one of your hands around his base and taking the tip into your mouth. Your tongue went over the slit, fluttering around the pulsing head as the hand stroked it. Heeseung let out a shaky breath, adrenaline making his ears hotter than ever, throat dry and hoarse. The moment your hand squeezed his lenght, he got himself upright, knees dipping deeper next to your head as a moan ruptured from his parted lips. You suckeled on the tip, teasing the hell out of him, the hand stopped with the strokes, instead both arms went around his thighs, keeping him close and anchored. His muscles flexed, contracting with each slight move of your tongue over his slit.

His hands went up to his hoodie zipper, finally releasing himself of unnecessary clothes before he threw it on the floor. Your eyes went over his revealed torso, eyes rolling back in distinguished pleasure at the picture before you. His lean body glistened with sweat under the moonlight, abs contracting on their own in tandem with your mouth against him. His chest seemed flushed, shallow breaths left his lungs in a reckless rhythm. Heeseung looked down, his fingers combing through your hair, getting a gentle grip onto it. "So good... so good for me, yeah—" He kept your head in place, giving your mouth a slow and tender thrust, not all the way in yet. You hummed in response, the vibrations sending his mouth agape, eyes narrowed and focused on the way your lips wrapped around him.

"Letting me use your mouth just how I like—"

Another whiny hum.

"Ah— look at you... So desperate that you didn't even wait for me to ask." His grip tightened around your hair, just slightly, enough to make your eyes look up at him. Tears clung to your lashed from the sheer intensity, saliva messily clinging to your chin. Heeseung's thrust gradually became deeper, his pants and whimpers coming out melodically. "You missed this cock... didn't you?—" Your mouth succumbed to him, giving him the full control, letting him thrust steadily as much as he wanted.

"Admit it."

With those words he pushed himself fully in, making you gag before retracting till he pulled out and let his tip rest on your swollen and glistening lips. You did not break eye contact, letting your tongue out and kitty licking the flushed head with the slight nod of a guilty admition. You did miss him fucking you. More than anything. Heeseung could barely breath. "You are so goddamn filthy." He stuttered out.

You teasingly opened your mouth letting it hover over his raging hard on before nodding slowly, eyes looking up at his with a glint of playfulness. "Only for you." And he was in your mouth again. Heeseung started thrusting right away, groans and whines escaping his lips. The whole time your wetness was pooling more and more between your clenched thighs. Every sound, every tremor of his body sent a wave of arousal through you. You clenched your thighs, rubbing them together in a attempt too relieve the swelling that was starting to ache.

The sliding of his cock against your soft flesh felt all too ecstatic. Saliva was dripping from the corners of your mouth, allowing him to glide with ease. His body was unraveling. His thighs were trembling now, muscles twitching from the overload. His chest rose and fell like he’d just run miles, eyes still locked on where you two connected. "You are gonna make me cum so hard…" He growled, voice hoarse, breathless. "You love doing this, don’t you? Love wrecking me."

Another groan ripped from his throat, and this time, it was broken—shameless. His hands slipped behind your head, gently, and he hissed through his teeth as he tried to hold back. You fisted the material on his hips, bracing yourself for his release. "T-take it—take all of it. Just like that—fuck, yes."

And when it finally hit him, it was devastating. His hips bucked, His hand tightened in your hair but not enough to hurt, just to ground himself in you—because he was gone. Utterly gone. Voice lost in the moan that ripped from deep in his chest.

And you didn’t move away once.

Didn’t even flinch. You kept him in your mouth, cum filling your warm cavity, some even collecting at the corners of your tight wrapped lips. You moaned in delight, tasting it against your taste buds after so long. He bucked his hips one more time into you, making sure to fuck it down your throat, and you let him before he pulled out. Cock all sore, still pulsing and limply standing before your face. His hair stuck to his forehead, chest still gasping for air as he racked a hand through his dark locks, tossing it back. You did not swallow, instead kept it in your mouth as you wiggled out from beneath him, getting on your two feet before making your way again on the bed, your knees shifting the mattress and grabbing his attention as you got in front of him. He looked down at you, raising a brow just as you grabbed his face and kissed him. Heeseung’s hands instinctively found your naked waist, pulling you closer and flush against him, your bare skins rubbing and sliding.

It was messy, raw.

His tongue tasted himself on you like he needed it—like it was the only thing that could bring him down. Cum dripped down between your bodies, messily sticking to your hot and sweaty skin. Your palms glided down his neck and right over his bulging biceps' giving them a squeeze as you caressed them, making goosebumps arise on his wet skin. "You are unreal." He groaned against your mouth, teeth grazing your bottom lip. "So fucking nasty—" His tongue licked at the white fluid dripping down your chin. "My nasty girl."

You giggled, breath hitching as his hands groped at your ass, until you were flush against his again hard cock that stood proud onto his abdomen. The way you grinded your body against it made him bite back a deep groan. You left a light kiss on his nose, the action so pure in the midst of a filthy moment. You moved his arms away from you, letting them drop down to his sides as you sat down on the bed, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you retreated all the way against the headboard. Heeseung just observed, your legs, your hips, thighs, waist, breasts — it made blood rush to his already throbbing dick. Waistbands uncomfortably hugging his scrotum, only adding more pressure when it shouldn't.

Your legs already spread, your cunt glistened with slick, the sticky substance covered your inner thighs. Fuck. Heeseung just stood there, still on his knees making sure every move you make is payed attention to till the maximum. You giggled, watching his focused face not take his eyes off of your throbing pussy. You were still glowing from the high of what just happened, skin dewy and flushed, legs spread slightly as you laid back into the pillows. But it wasn't enough. You weren't done.

You let your fingers trail lazily down your chest, between your breasts, your stomach flexing under your touch.

Heeseung didn't speak. His eyes said everything. They darkened the second your hand dipped lower. You felt your own slick, the heat of your body burning into your fingertips as you began to stroke yourself slow and deliberate—like you knew he was watching. Like you needed him to. You just locked eyes with him, fingers moving. A soft gasp left your lips, and Heeseung's expression darkened instantly.

His eyes dropped again.

Watched.

He didn’t say a word. Didn’t move.

You moaned softly, head tipping back, body arching ever so slightly, just for him. You breathed, voice like silk. You moved slow—teasing both of you. Circling, pressing, gasping. All while he watched, unmoving, fists clenched at his sides, chest rising in sharp, ragged breaths. You knew it was driving him mad—the fact that you didn't need him in that moment… but still wanted him to see it. To feel it with you.

"You like this?" you asked, lips curling. "You like seeing how wet I still am for you?" Heeseung growled, low and guttural. "You have no fucking idea." You moaned softly, fingers working against your swollen bud, gradually speeding up as you rolled your hips into your hand, lashes fluttering. He watched your thighs tremble, the way your stomach tensed with each circle of your fingers, the way your breath caught in your throat when you rubbed it in a unexpected good angle. He was painfully hard again. You could see it too, on full display against his lower stomach. His eyes never left your body.

"You are so wet." He muttered lowly, almost in amusement. "Dripping all over that pretty hand. Is that all for me?" Your back arched in response, legs spreading as far as you can, breath catching. "Always for you." You gasped. Heeseung leaned forward, finally breaking. "Let me help." It came out almost as a beg in a whisper as he crawled towards you. But just before he could touch you, your fingers moved faster and slid over your slippery clit, lewd noises filling the quiet air together with your raged breaths—head tilting back, thighs clenching. His name was escaping your parted lips, like a mantra. It was right about to wash over you, one more flick and you would have fallen apart but Heeseung couldn't just watch anymore.

He grabbed your thighs with his arms from underneath and harshly pulled you towards him, your back now flat against the bed as his upright figure stood over you on his knees. Your hand instinctively stopped the movement, instead you gasped in surprise, legs already hooked onto his hips, the back of your thighs pressed against the firm muscle of his, flexing beneath the fabric of his sweats.

Your chest rose with every breath, your heart racing in tandem with his.

Heeseung stared down at you like he was drinking you in—every curve, every flicker of expression in your face. His eyes were dark, unreadable, but you could feel what they meant. That he wanted you. Right now. His hand grabbed the pulsing cock, dragging it between your folds collecting your arousal before he tapped it on your already worn out bundle of nerves. The taps against it sent shocks through you, moans escaping your lips with head tilted back and eyes closed shut. "F-fuck..." Your strained voice echoed, almost sounding a little too painful and aching. It was a groan of desperation. Heeseung stroked himself, tip attached to your clit, his eyes scanning your folds and the way your hole was clenching, asking to be filled.

And he did just that.

He repositioned his knees, pulling them slightly away from you to get the better angle, one of his arms holding himself up next to your shoulders as he leaned over you, still pretty faraway but closer then ever at the same time. His hand led his tip down to your hole, the tip poking against the entrance in shallow teasing thrusts . He bit his lip, looking down at your fucked out expression—lips swollen, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. Your hips helplessly bucked into his, almost begging him to ruin you. And before you could say anything he slammed into you. Hard. You screamed, not from pain but from pleasure—finally being filled up. He slid in with such ease, every next thrust going in easier then the last. You were getting wetter.

"Ah— shit..." He muttered under his breath, the other hand now next to your waist as he moved steadily. "Didn’t feel this pussy for so long —ah... Fuck!" He was losing it. The way you wrapped around him, hugging his lenght with your gummy walls, the sounds that came from where you two connected, and every whimper you tried to conceal every time his pelvis came in contact with your clit sent him into a frenzy, his thrusts becoming faster. "Heeseung! God— yesyesyes!" You chanted over and over again, getting your eyes down to where you two connected, his hips slamming against your skin, a sound that repeated unstoppably. You did not miss the chance to gawk on his torso—muscles moving and contracting with each movement. He looked like a fucking pornstar.

Your hand went over his forearms, grabbing at them for the support. You were a mess. He continued to ram into you, chasing his own climax—eyes closed, mouth agape. His biceps' and forearms were starting to cramp from holding his whole weight up but he didn't care. Pants filled up the room, moans, whines, groans. It was too good. Your head throbbed, neck burned and felt like it was on fire. You were close. "Heeseung I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum!" He felt you clench and he was losing it. "Yeah? Make a fucking mess baby..." Your back arched, mouth open with endless moans spilling from it, the orgasm shook you to the core with your hips bucking up to meet his, and the moment one of his hands came down to rub your clit it drove you insane. The pleasure prolonged with your thighs shaking and ears ringing, hands clawing at his forearms as if your life depended on it.

"Shit...you are gonna make me lose it!" He gasped out, almost drooling at the feeling.

You trembled, after shock sending your muscles twitching. But his thrusts didn't stop yet, he was still chasing his own release. The overstimulation made you hiss, your body relaxing in an attempt to hold on. But it was too much. "Too much Hee..." It did not reach his ears at all. His thrusts stuttered, but still went hard and deep. Whines were escaping his lips uncontrollably before he let himself fall over your trembling body. His weight trapping you down with his head nuzzling into your neck as he fisted the sheets next to your head. "Please, baby, please!—" His begs sent another spark on in you, making you moan in response. His breathing fanned your neck in rapid brushes, making you shiver. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" His thighs convulsed, a groan escaped his throat as his tip painted your walls white. His hips sloppily fucked the releasing cum into your cervix, making you moan through hard breaths, nails digging into his sweaty back.

He groaned with one last snap of his hips, his cum spilling from your tight hole as he lazily pulled out. Head still in a daze as he threw himself on his back right next to you. Pants filles the room , the silence that took over was loud enough. Both of you stared at the ceiling, up in your thoughts.

Your limbs felt numb, you were sore.

Heeseung felt conflicted and asked himself if he really knew what he got himself into.

The drugs in your system were at the brink of wearing off. And it hurt to admit. It really did.

But you felt it.

The warmth that wrapped around your body like a second skin began to fray at the edges. That false sense of ease, of pleasure, of forgetting—started to peel back. The shadows in the corners of your vision that had looked soft and slow now loomed sharper. The air felt colder, like it had shifted while you weren’t looking.

It was a circle you will be back running in even after all of this.

You knew it.

You felt it.

And stil you rolled over to your side, snuggling into Heeseung deciding that, maybe, just maybe you could ignore it and enjoy a moment for once in pure rawness. No drugs, no nothing. Just you two and the feelings. Like before.

But was it all that easy?

• • • • • •

! this is all work of fiction. in no way this is a representation of enhypen members nor do I believe this is how they behave in real life or condone these actions!

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[changetyre]

part 2 of George and Alex? Maybe hard smut?

Harder II George Russell x Reader x Alex Albon Ⓦ

SUMMARY: Part 2 of this fic: We'll take care of you

WARNINGS: **18+**, rough smut, threesome, DP, innocent reader, polyamorous relationship, (Not proofread)

A/N: I'm so sorry to everyone who's waiting on their requests I'm going to try to get some out just bear with me please ;(

You woke up the next day slightly sore, but it was a pleasant pain knowing your body had taken care of you the day before. They both lay beside you, snoring peacefully as they held you tightly between them.

You recalled the day you had yesterday, thinking about how you felt you were on the verge of breaking down before the boys came to get you getting an overwhelming sense of peace and gratefulness to them.

You wanted to be able to repay them now. Just the thought immediately got you wet as you carefully pried yourself out of their grip getting on your knees between them.

You pulled the covers down slightly, their naked bodies making all of this easier as you began palming them both. Alex always the light sleeper didn't take long to wake up as he panted feeling your hand stroking him.

"Fuck baby, good morning." He smiled happily.

"Morning." You smirked leaning over to kiss him as you continued rubbing them off.

Both you and Alex turned to look at George whose face contorted in pleasure in his sleep, his breath heavy as you pumped his dick.

"Why don't you get on him my love, help coax him out of this beautiful dream." Alex urged you.

You happily nodded moving over to George as you straddled him rubbing his tip a few times across your slit before sinking down on him.

George grunted at the feeling and his eyes began fluttering open. "Sh*t this is amazing." George panted.

His hands came to grip your waist as you began riding him slowly. "What a beautiful way to wake up isn't it?" Alex spoke to George.

"I wanted to thank you both for yesterday." You revealed breathless as you chased your own pleasure on George's dick.

"No need to do that darling." Alex got up coming to kiss you before moving behind you.

"But we're not complaining." George quickly added as he wrapped his arm around your waist bringing your chest to his as Alex lined himself up with your other hole behind you.

"Fuck you ready to take us both baby?" Alex asked as he placed a few kisses down your spine, his tip teasing your button.

"Yeh...yes." The anticipation was making you drip all over George.

George stilled you for a few seconds as Alex slowly pushed his way inside you. Your breath hitched as you felt Alex stretch you out adjusting inside you on top of George.

"F*ck so big-" You whined burying your head in George's neck.

"You're doing so good baby." George kissed your cheek as Alex began moving slowly earning a loud whine from you at the sting of the stretch.

"Shh it's okay baby, it'll feel good soon." George pulled you back kissing you to distract you from the momentary sting.

It wasn't long before he felt you moan in pleasure in his mouth, urging him to start thrusting into you too.

"Ugh-" You detached from George and lost yourself in the feeling of both your boyfriends inside of you. "Georgie faster!" You moaned the friction against your clit he was producing too good to be this slow.

"Gladly my love," George smirked as he clutched your waist tightly picking up his pace.

You felt Alex's hands reach around you beginning to pinch and pull at your sensitive nipples only causing you to be louder. "I want to wake up like this daily, " Alex said behind you.

If it weren't for his comment you would've completely forgotten why you had started all of this in the first place having to remind yourself this was for their pleasure primarily.

"Alex harder." You urged your other boyfriend too knowing he was close as you could feel his dick pulsing inside you.

"Sure baby?" Alex asked normally accustomed to being gentle and slow with you.

"Harder! Both of you!" You begged him, selfishly also chasing your release as the pleasure was becoming too overwhelming knowing you wouldn't last much longer.

Alex and George shared a dark look before following your please slamming into you faster. You screamed in pleasure the boys loving the sound of you.

George was the first to let go spilling inside you followed by you who collapsed on top of him and quickly followed by Alex who also filled you up. You trembled on top of George coming down from your high as they emptied inside of you.

Your body twitched when they were going to pull out. "Wait! Wait give me a minute." You begged them to stay inside you as you felt to sensitive for any movement right now.

"Fuck darlin you're making me hard again," George admitted below you as you felt him harden inside of you.

You caught your breath wanting to give them more. They let you take your time and when they least expected it George felt you begin to hump him again.

He could've come right then and there. "Baby you don't have-"

"Shh, let me take care of you this time." This was going to be one hell of a morning for you all.

[theblue6ook]

"A Sick Day" PT 2

Bruce invites a sick Y/N to stay at his home.

B (24) & Y/N (22)

A/N: I'm back... (let's be honest this one is not my best work, but we have better coming up)

The worst part of her illness wasn��t the migraine pounding in the back of her eyes, her high fever, or even the soreness in her throat. No. It was having to face Alfred after he’d heard about the condition of her sickness.

“I don’t know what’s worse. That Bruce, for the first time in his life, insisted on leaving the house, and in a blizzard - or him leaving to find you, on the verge of death, walking in it!” he bellowed at her. “Out of all the irresponsible-”

Y/N had been quiet since Bruce forced her into the car heading toward Wayne Manor. Alfred had even delightedly greeted her, not expecting the visit... that was until Bruce explained the circumstances. Y/N felt like branding him a tattle tale. The minute they walk in and he’s going on to Alfred, guess who walked to Wayne Enterprises today? She could’ve killed him. 

So now, she sits in an armchair by the fireplace in the main living area. Alfred made sure to cozy her up with a blanket and a cup of something warm and delicious before digging into her about being "irresponsible," as he said. As he dug further, Y/N felt her eyes drooping. Her body began to tingle delightfully. Down her sides, into her fingertips, all the way down to her toes. It was like all the stress from her day-to-day life, her illness, her radiator, was slithering out of her. She sank deeper into the chair, and as Bruce brought her bags in, he looked toward her sleeping form.

"Alfred," he said quietly.

"I'll get to you later," he snipped toward Bruce.

"Alfred," he said firmly, moving his head toward Y/N, and the old man turned toward her.

Alfred sighed deeply and pulled her blanket closer to her chin, taking the drink out of her still hand. He spoke mostly to himself, "What am I going to do with you two?"

“I’ll take her upstairs.” Bruce started to walk toward her until Alfred stopped him. 

“We shouldn’t wake her,” Alfred whispered, but Bruce looked weary. “She needs to rest and I don’t want to risk her waking up again.”

So they left her, in no doubt a medicated sleep in the cozy arms of the recliner by the crackling fireplace.

-

It was dark the next time Y/N stirred. Slowly she opened and rubbed her crusted eyes, her sign of a deep, unbothered sleep. For no longer than a second, she had no idea where she was. That was until her eyes drifted to the large family portrait hanging on the wall.

Leaning upwards in her chair she noticed her drink had long gone cold, now sitting on the table next to her, and the recliner she had been resting in had been leaned back to lift her aching feet. The fire was out, but it was still so warm in the living room. That might have had something to do with the fact that she was swaddled in two blankets. What time was it? Had she slept all day?

Unwrapping herself from the burrito of blankets, she stood on shaking legs. With a crack of her back, she moved toward what she thought she remembered to be the kitchen.

Y/N pushed through a set of dark oat doors and felt her socks slide against the checkered tile. Widening her blurry eyes, she looked toward the microwave clock, and there was no mistaking the time glowing off the stainless steel.

3 a.m.

So, that has to be incorrect. There was just no fathomable way she had fallen asleep this morning, slept all day, and then some. This had to be some stupid joke played by Bruce. It had to be. Grabbing her phone out of her sweatshirt pocket, she lit the screen with a click.

3 a.m.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She threw her hands against her face groaning. Snow or not, sick or not, she was not the type to skip out on work and though it was her boss's fault she couldn't help but feel the impending doom for when she did have to play catch up. Maybe I can just get a head start tonight? I slept all day anyway.

Looking around the kitchen, Y/N realized she didn't even know where her work bag was, let alone any of her things. She didn't have a chance of finding it in the manor, especially when she's not used to so much space. Honestly, the least Bruce could have done was wake her up to take her to an actual bedroom, or even show her around the manor so she wouldn't get lost... but if he did wake her, she would have surely started working anyway and Bruce knew this. Hence her current predicament.

But she wasn't alone for long. The heat had kicked on, which definitely masked a general nighttime sound, but there was something off about the silence. She swore she almost heard a metallic clicking, like a heavy door, and then shuffling behind her, but when she turned, there was nothing. Just the glow of the microwave clock shining in the darkness.

"What are you doing?"

"HOLY SHIT!"

Turning, she noticed that standing in front of her was a very shirtless, very sweaty Bruce Wayne. The kitchen glow shined off his damp chest, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. This is so inappropriate, she kept thinking, yet her eyes continued moving downward-

He cleared his throat, grinning.

She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, "Don't you fucking scare me like that. What are you even doing up?"

"I was just at the gym."

Bewilderment struck her face, "It's 3 o'clock in the morning."

Bruce ignored her, opting to throw the back of his hand against her forehead with his brows furrowed. "Your fever is down, but you're still warm and a little flushed."

It wasn't the fever that warmed her cheeks. He was too close to her and too shirtless. She had never given too much thought to her boss's physique, but she's pretty sure spoiled billionaires aren't typically cut like he is. She stepped back quickly, looking toward the ceiling. 

"Okay, that's enough. I should probably get back to bed anyway.” Backing away toward the double doors, she paused, realizing she had no idea where ‘bed’ was. Bruce walked past her, his back was as impressive as his front.

With a grin, he opened the double doors and nodded his head in the direction of the living room. “Come on. I’ll show you where to go.”

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[disneyprincemuke]

i don't want you like a best friend

alternatively: love wasn't always easy for us (next)

in which their trip to the bahamas two years ago suddenly becomes a push and pull game that neither of them knew the rules to

(series masterlist)

she huffs, jumping as she hikes her bag up her shoulder. with the other hand, she pushes her luggage ahead of her while she shoots daggers at the older boy next to her. "why did i agree to this again?"

"because it's the last two weeks before summer break ends, and logan wants to at least step foot into the bahamas at least once this year," oscar mutters, carefully eyeing the older boy walking ahead of them. "it's not that big of a deal."

"i don't like beaches. it's hot, sand gets in my hair, and the ocean is scary," she lists out her complaints as she narrows her eyes down into another glare. "why couldn't we just have spent it in florida with his family?"

"because that's not the bahamas," oscar points out. "come on, don't be a vibe killer. it's the one thing logan wanted to do this summer break."

she actually doesn't mind the beach all that much. what she minds is watching the guy she's having a current massive crush on flirt with girls and eventually hook up with them.

it seemed like a good idea agreeing to go three weeks ago, convinced that she was on the verge of breaking free from the grasp of his stupid blue eyes and charming smile. but no, she still lies awake at night in the room next to his, thinking about his conversation in the kitchen with oscar about having a reciprocated crush on her.

she was so close to getting over him when she found that out. now it's just like it was about three weeks ago.

she had mistakenly stared into his blue eyes too long after an intense game of twister, tangled up with his body as she tried to retain her title of reigning champion in their household. her arms shortly gave out after that, admitting defeat and then running to her bedroom to call xyriel about her newfound crush.

everyone just assumed she was being a sore loser about losing the title, but she was actually giggling softly with xyriel and leia about how she never noticed how his eyes sparkled under the light. the loss didn't even feel as serious as it typically does.

"the bahamas is stupid," she mutters. "florida's better than that, anyway."

"you just don't wanna be on a yacht, admit it."

"being in the sea for an indefinite amount of time without land nearby just seems like a clear death wish. i'm too young to die! i've got history to make, you know?"

oscar stares at her. "we went to barcelona like you wanted, then we went to scotland like i wanted. so we're going to the bahamas like logan wants."

she maintains her frown. "fine. but you're buying me at least three cocktails when we get there."

"i'm pretty sure logan's got that covered," oscar snorts with a soft laugh. "he said yesterday he can't believe you agreed to this trip."

"oh, come on," logan sighs, throwing his head back and slumping his shoulders. he sways slightly and pouts his bottom lip out at the girl under the covers. "you're seriously not joining us for drinks at the bar downstairs?"

"i don't really feel like drinking," she sighs, shaking her head. "maybe i'll come down for a while to join you guys. but like, later."

"what? why not just come with us now?" logan whines, reaching out for her shoulder to shake her. "xyriel and leia have reserved the table and oscar and lily are making their way. dalton is also getting ready next door. you'll be all alone in here!"

she jolts when his hands come into contact with her skin, making her squeeze her eyes shut against the pillow in an attempt to suppress the goosebumps developing on her body. "logan."

"i'll pay for your half of the bill tonight," he says gently, lowering his face towards her.

"that's actually pretty convincing," she smiles, lifting her head from the pillow to look at him. she wipes her face completely and blinks at him blankly. "but no. you're going there to meet girls, anyway! xyriel will be your stand-in wingman tonight."

another thing that complicated it all for her is also the unfortunate fact that she's gotten so well at scoring logan dates and girls that he's just simply brought her everywhere the minute she turned 18.

but she just didn't feel like doing it tonight.

"what are you talking about? i'm not insisting you join us so you can find me a girl," logan laughs. the dipped end of her bed disappears, making her sigh in relief, only to tense up again when the other end dips down and he is brushing the hair away from her covered face. "let's go out and get drinks tonight with the group. leia, dalton and i swore off girls tonight, and xyriel promised no boys."

she closes her eyes when he has successfully cleared her face from her hair. "that's very sweet, but i really just want to stay in and watch a movie tonight."

"all by yourself?" logan sighs again. "you're going to watch a movie all by yourself on our first night in the bahamas?"

"yeah, the sound of the beach waves really fit the vibe. i was thinking of watching 'forgetting sarah marshall'."

"that kinda blows. sitting by the beach and getting drinks would obviously do you more benefits. it fills up your daily dose of human interaction too."

"i've been interacting with humans all day - we were at the airport where oscar was recognised by those guys, remember?"

"are you still upset about that?"

"yeah, a little! i really needed to pee."

"okay, what do i have to do to convince you to come down and at least grab dinner with us?"

she stares at him blankly, actually contemplating his offer. "you're that desperate to get me out of bed?"

"yeah, lily was asking if you'd be joining tonight."

she groans, slowly scrambling to climb out of her bed. "okay, fine. but you're paying for my bill tonight."

"great! go get ready!"

"see, this is fun, right?" logan smiles, leaning back into the cushion of the couch they managed to snag up in the corner of the boardwalk. "aren't you glad you came out to spend time with us?"

"yeah, i can't believe it," she answer monotonously, sipping on her mango shake. she watches logan lean forward to put his drink down before sinking into the couch once more. the stoic that paints her face slowly contorts into horror as she watches logan swing his arm back to rest on the area that's directly behind her.

her head snaps to the couch directly across her, widening her eyes at xyriel. "help me," she mouths.

xyriel shrugs at her with a sly mouth tugging at the ends of her mouth. the older girl simply starts to sip on her cocktail and tears her eyes off the struggling-to-keep-her-cool girl.

"ah, i know," logan mutters, sitting up in excitement. he slaps her knee gently. "let's go to the dance floor over there!"

she feels her heart start to race, and she's almost sure that it's going faster than humanly possible. she feels her cheeks start to heat up, her arms start to shake, the thoughts in her head start to blur themselves out and she almost slides off the couch the moment their eyes meet.

"maybe not."

"you never wanna do anything?" logan's statement comes out as a question, throwing his arms in the air. "did you even want to come with us to the bahamas?"

"okay, okay!" she throws her hands up in the air to surrender. "you're right - this is our last vacation before the second half of the year."

"exactly! so, let's go!" logan pushes himself off the couch and beckons for her to get up. he steps aside to let her walk ahead but does not notice the way she calls out for help from leia as she leaves their table. "join us when you guys are done eating!"

"ah, be safe!" oscar calls out right before he feeds himself a spoonful of the carbonara he's ordered.

"don't get lost!" dalton, logan's brother, calls out to them with a laugh.

"so, what's it to you? you're singling me out so i can help you find girls in the meantime or something?" she teases, his hands on her shoulders making her feel slightly giddy. she opens her mouth as they walk past the bar counter, hand darting out to tap this random girl on the shoulder. "have you met f2 dri-"

"sorry," logan apologises to the random girl sat at the bar, yanking his best friend away from the counter in horror. "why did you do that?"

"is that not why you pulled me out?"

"no, i genuinely invited you out to the dance floor with me!" logan frowns, smacking her shoulder gently. "i know you didn't wanna go to the bahamas."

"what?" she sings in guilt, turning to glance at him as he pushes past the crowd. "what makes you say that?"

"i can see it in your face," logan mutters with a roll of his eyes. "and you? say no to drinking in a foreign country? no way."

"what are you talking about? i'm not legal to drink here, logan. i'm not 21," she whispers, finally stopping in her tracks to turn to him. "you sound like you've drunk too much already."

"good thing we've got xyriel to get us all drinks, duh," logan answers softly, turning her back around to the direction of the dance floor. "time to show me your dance moves."

"see, we had so much fun!" logan slurs, leaning into her slightly as they walk across the dark pool area after closing time of the resort's club. "aren't you glad you came out with us?"

"i am! you're right - i had a lot of fun tonight," she nods, pushing him up gently to keep him upright.

while the rest of the group decided to tap out early from their night out, logan had whined and insisted that he wanted to see the club vibes through and through. he wasn't leaving until he was kicked out.

their friends raised their eyebrow at them, but she reassured them that she will yank logan back to their shared villa one way or another. even if it meant dragging him across the cobblestone bricks that riddled the entire resort.

so here they are, stumbling right by the villas that would lead to their own.

"but did you have fun with me, though? on the dance floor?" logan grins, slinging his arm lazily around her shoulders. he reels her into his side, pressing his lips against her temples for a wet and sloppy kiss. "i had fun with you."

"it's always fun with you, what do you mean?" she smiles, leaning into his lips as she wraps her arm around his waist.

she'd also given in to drinking a little bit more that night, and admittedly having fun. now they're both buzzed, and she has an excuse to be touchy with him. if it backfires when she does something unusual with him, she will just blame it on the alcohol.

"yeah, you like me more than oscar, don't you?" logan teases, scrunching his nose as he glances at her. "i'm your favourite friend."

she laughs, nodding to appease the drunken state of her best friend. "sure, logan."

"well, now i don't believe you," logan states, pulling away from her. he stomps his foot on the ground and folds his arms over his chest, turning his face away from her. "i don't like the tone in which you said that so you obviously don't mean it."

she turns around, eyebrows raising at his behaviour. "logan, it's late. let's debate this in the villa, okay?"

"nope, not until i'm convinced that i'm your favourite person in the whole wide world."

"logan? are you serious?"

"yes!"

"logan," she sings gently, walking over to him with her arms extended to grab his arms. "let's just go. you're super drunk and we're here for like four days. you don't want to spend tomorrow hungover in bed."

he whimpers, shoulders slumping slightly. he drops his chin to look down at her. "but you would take care of me if i'm too hungover to function tomorrow, right?"

"like i've been doing since you turned 18 two years ago," she laughs, her hands finally making contact with his arms. "let's go, mate?"

"no," logan breathes out, pulling her back into him when she attempted to guide him in the direction of the villas. "stay here with me for a minute."

"what's wrong?" worry paints her face as he starts acting calmer than before. her eyes follow logan's hands, lifted up to her face as he tries to brush back her stray hair behind her ears. "are you alright?"

"have i ever told you," he pauses to trace a line down her cheek with his fingertips, "how pretty you are?"

"only when you're drunk," she whispers back with a playful smile. "did you ingest some kind of poison and you've only got a couple minutes to live? is that why you're like this?"

"no," he shakes his head. a small smile appears on his face, tucking a finger under his chin to lift her eyes up to meet his. "i just think you look very pretty. i don't tell you that often."

she admits she almost felt her knees buckle at his words and melt on the ground at his words. logan had never been a very outwardly affectionate type unless he's drunk, so while this is expected behaviour out of him, it's never gotten quite as intimate as this.

she's had him fall asleep with his head in her lap before on the couch, but never has he been this close to her while whispering sweet words at her.

"it would be weird."

"it shouldn't be."

"logan, are you alright?"

he doesn't respond. and she freezes in her spot when his hand drags along her skin, cupping her cheek as he leans down into her. her eyes widen when he closes the gap between them and she has to forcibly swallow the scream bubbling from her stomach when their lips touch.

it's not her first kiss, but it may as well be.

"he what?" lily gasps, eyes popping out her head as she closes the door behind her. "logan kissed you last night?"

beneath the duvet that covered the bed, a head of hair pops out. she pushes her hair out of her face with squinted eyes and a prominent frown. "i am sleeping, lily."

"i know, but you texted me at 4am telling me that logan kissed you on the way back to the villa. am i supposed to just ignore that when it's the first text message i saw when i woke up?"

the girl scans her friend's outfit, nodding in understanding. lily's hair is still in a pair of braided pigtails, running down her shoulders, jumping over to her bed in pink pyjamas.

"did he say anything after that? did he confess something to you?" lily interrogates her, jumping into her bed excitedly with a squeal on her lips. "oh, my god! you're going to be with logan? oh, i'm so excited! we can go on double dates and go out and do couple stuff!"

she sighs, moving further into her bed to make space for the brit to lie with her. "i don't know what it means."

"you don't know what it means?" the excitement in lily's voice falters immediately. "what do you mean by that?"

"he smiled at me after he pulled away," she says, resting her cheek onto her palm as she recounts the hazy memories of their walk back to the villa. "and then he vomited."

"he hurled? after kissing you?"

"he did drink a lot, so i guess i'm not that offended."

"he hurled? i'm going to kick his ass, (y/n)! what the hell?"

"lily, calm down. it's way too early for you to be this mad," she whines, desperately taking lily's wrist into her hand. while she's not hungover, she is, however, quite affected by the alcohol and the lack of sleep. "inner voice, lils."

"how you're not fuming at his immediate reaction after kissing you is killing me!" lily grunts in a soft voice, smacking her arm. "why are you just letting him kiss you without saying anything else? what's it even mean?"

"we'll talk about it later," she giggles, pressing her lips together. she presses her fingertips against her lips, trying her best to remember how logan's lips felt against hers just hours prior.

the way she tasted vodka on his lips; she doesn't even typically lean towards the liquor but it tasted so good on him.

excitement bubbles in her chest again, now scrambling to sit up on her bed to meet lily's height. "oh, my god, logan kissed me!"

a scowl permanently carves her face as her eyes are trained on the other end of the yacht. there, logan stands, leaning against the wall with a beer pint in hand while the girl standing in front of him throws her head back to giggle.

"calm down, he's not even that funny," she mutters under her breath, sipping on her cocktail for a couple of seconds.

"cocktail, not juice," oscar cries, reaching out to pinch her straw and pulls it out of her mouth. "what is your problem, mate?"

"thirsty," she answers, opening her mouth to lean down to land a bite on his hand. oscar quickly retracts his hand away from her, gasping when she glares at him. "mind your business, oscar!"

"i thought you were finally starting to open up to the thought of holidays at the bahamas? what's wrong now?"

"what's right," lily scoffs, throwing her arms in the air as she rolls her eyes. "look at your stupid friend, babe."

oscar raises his eyebrows in confusion as he follows the driver's gaze to their friend, now one step closer to the girl he's talking to. "what's wrong? this is normal behaviour for logan." he turns to his best friend in confusion. "you know that, you literally helped him snag dates in the club."

she turns her head slowly to look at oscar, maintaining her unimpressed stare as she waits for him to connect the dots. "seriously?"

it takes a couple of seconds of oscar looking back and forth between her and logan before it connects. his jaw drops to look at her with an accusing finger up to point at her. "something happened last night when we left. what did you do? did you fuck?"

"oscar!" lily gasps.

"ew!" she scowls, flicking his forehead. "no, we didn't fuck!"

"then what is it?"

she rolls her eyes, leaning into him to confess. "we kissed last night."

"you kissed?" oscar screams, jumping in his seat.

"shut up!" she hushes him, pulling him back down to sit. she glances at logan then tears her eyes away when she catches his curious stare. "mate, can you be any more subtle than that? i don't think the entire yacht heard you."

"you kissed?" oscar repeats through gritted teeth, leaning into her whispering. "are you fucking kidding me? are you guys absolutely crazy?"

"he kissed me! ask him?"

"but he's with that girl."

"yeah, ask him why he's flirting with her too!"

oscar pauses. "he's not flirting with her."

they turn their heads simultaneously to the boy across the yacht. by that point, logan's practically pressed up against the girl with her hand on his shoulder.

"okay, so he's flirting with her," oscar mutters, turning back to her with a soft hiss and a sheepish and apologetic smile. "you've never let things like this pass. do something."

"flirt with that guy over there," lily suggests, shyly pointing to another blonde at the table right next to theirs. she hides her smile behind oscar's shoulder with a giggle. "he's been staring at you for a while. i swear he pointed at you while he whispered in xyriel's ear earlier."

"what?" she frowns. "i'm not like that."

"you're just going to let logan kiss you then flirt with other girls to your face the next day?" oscar points out. if there's one thing oscar loves, it's drama.

not so much when it's his best friends in the thick of it, but he can't stand the fact that his younger best friend is being screwed over by their older best friend. perhaps logan needs to meet someone who can level out the playing field?

either way, if she doesn't want to level it out, he will do it himself.

and it's just confusing for him because he can very clearly remember logan still pining over her right before they left for the bahamas.

"go, go talk to him," oscar says, flicking his hands towards the other direction to send her on a mission. "trust us. we know how to get logan to talk to you about that kiss."

her stare lingers on the couple, both smiling mischievously at her as she contemplates. "you guys are kinda scary. have i ever told you that?"

"just go," lily scolds, shoving her gently to push her off the couch.

she stumbles forward, giggling nervously as she shyly approaches the table. oscar leans back into his girlfriend, lily wrapping an arm around his shoulder from behind him, her chin resting on the other as they watch the scene in front of them unfold.

their eyes dart from logan to her every couple of seconds, starting to giggle softly when they see logan do a double-take when he sees her leaning against the back of the sofa of the other table.

oscar mutters, "look, now he's getting irritated."

logan's eyebrows furrow and a frown turns his lips downwards when she scooches into the middle of the friends that are sandwiched together.

it's not long before logan approaches them, leaving the girl he was just talking to hanging. they look up at the older boy with innocent doe eyes, eyebrows raising as if to ask him what he's approached them for.

even though they knew the exact reason why.

"what is she doing with them? isn't she supposed to be sitting with you guys?" logan points out, briefly pointing out the girl at the other table. she's sandwiched between xyriel and another guy, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as she laughs and sips on her margarita.

lily shrugs. "i guess xyriel called her over. what's the issue?"

"yeah, mate," oscar challenges him softly, "you ditched us for miss brunette over there. we weren't complaining."

logan clears his throat, taking a deep breath. clearly agitated by the situation, he just shakes his head and rolls his eyes to downplay his irritation. "whatever."

as he walks back to his previous spot, he can't help but let his glare linger on the younger girl. as fate would have it, she looks up to catch his eyes.

a pang of guilt hits him, but he continues walking forward anyway.

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They've always been in each other's periphery, finding reasons to pick fights or make fun - pushing and pulling one another like the tides. But I like to think of two specific moments where KakaHyou respectively had their, Oh shit I'm in love, realizations.

Hyou's was a little bit after they lost their canine companion.

Wounds were still fresh and they were still devastated, suffice it to say Hyou struggled to keep as usual while he grieved. The Third would have liked to give them time to process it but Konoha was short-staffed and needed every available hand to pitch in - or so he said.

Hyou was being berated by their ad hoc team leader for his missteps; one could say he looked to be on the verge of tears, but with how bloodshot their eyes already were from grieving Haiiro's passing, it didn't make much of a difference. Frankly, Kakashi thought they looked numb.

The man put in charge spared nothing, pointing out that they were all tired and frustrated from being away from home for so long, but that was no excuse to lag behind. The fourth member in their three-man cell hesitantly brought up Hyou's ninken in an attempt to potentially soften the blows, maybe appeal to their captain's empty because it was frankly hard to watch.

It didn't help. If anything, he got more vicious once they got to a neighboring camp with other comrades, almost like he wanted more of an audience as he chewed them out for all to see. Hyou was miserable. They wanted to go home. They wanted Haiiro.

The final straw was when their temporary captain spat that they should hurry up and get over it already, it was just a dumb dog.

Kakashi punched him out cold before Hyou could lunge at the man themself. Everyone watched stun in awe as that captain's cheek started to swell with red blood vessels. Kakashi's only response was a mocking, "sorry, thought there was a bug on you."

Hyou could only laugh at the absurdity, between tears of joy? Relief? They didn't know. What they did know was that they could hear their heart hammering in their ears and a tightness in their chest they hadn't felt in a while.

Kakashi was sent to the slammer once they returned to the village for assaulting his superior and suspended for three days but overall got a pretty light sentence; couldn't have one of Konoha's best shinobi wasting time in a jail cell while vital missions had to be carried.

Kakashi was met with Hyou waiting for him upon his release offering a free lunch, it was the least they could do for their little hero.

Kakashi's oh shit moment happened during a fever.

Bundled up in at least three layers of blankets and so delirious he hardly recognized Pakkun looming over his sweltering face. Gai dropped by periodically throughout the week and so did Genma, the latter mostly to make sure Hyou wasn't overworking themself but there was a little concern for the sick comrade in question. He brought pumpkin broth Kakashi had to choke down with a sore throat.

The bastard almost seemed smug about it, but Genma also helped wash the dishes and clean up while he was there so Kakashi didn't complain. Or at least he thought he didn't, his memory was foggy. God knows what else he said like that.

When Kakashi came out of his illness-induced fugue state, it was late. Everyone who'd visited throughout the week had gone home except for Hyou, asleep at his bedside, who'd been the one to primarily babysit him while he was out of his mind fighting off germs in his blood stream.

Carefully, he shifts out of bed without waking his companion from their slumber. Trained silent footsteps padding out of the room to inspect the rest of his apartment. Not a thing was out of place, kept to the controlled messiness that it always ways, if not a little tidier. No doubt there was a disagreement between Hyou and Gai not to touch anything. He smiled at the thought.

Kakashi returned with a clean, germ-free blanket for Hyou, brushing Hyou's bangs out of their face and disturbing an otherwise peaceful expression when they unconsciously scrunched their nose up at the intrusion. It might be rude, but Kakashi thinks to himself that they looked better with a scowl; felt more natural.

Sitting at the edge of his own bed, watching them get the much deserved rest they needed, Kakashi couldn't help but think about the ways he'd repay their kindness for the rest of their lives. Together.

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The Start of a Family

Warnings: 18+readersonly

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Bucky was seriously worried about Elizabeth. Bucky had a hard time trusting himself, trusting that he knew his own strength. He was constantly worried that he'd hurt someone, physically or mentally. So when he'd found out that Elizabeth would never safe word, no matter what, he felt like he couldn't trust her.

But more importantly, he couldn't trust himself.

The following day, he and Steve were working out in the training room. Steve was the best one for Bucky to fight against, because Steve was the only one besides the Gods who could really handle him if he couldn't hold his strength back.

There were others in the training room too, of course. Elizabeth was sitting in a corner by herself. Clint, Katya, and Kate were all in the archery part of the range, comparing shots and competing. Natasha and Violetta were meeting up with Yelena and surprisingly Sharon.

Sam was there was well, fighting against Bruce, which made Bucky nervous. It wasn't so much that the two of them were fighting. It was more like Sam was attempting to teach Bruce how to fight without the Hulk, just in case. But Bucky was still nervous that Bruce would transform and the Hulk would hurt Sam.

He had thought that Penny would be down here, but she was nowhere to be seen and neither was Loki or Thor. But then again, none of the Asgardians were down here, so maybe they'd gone back to Asgard or something.

"You're not concentrating Buck." Steve said as Bucky pushed himself back off the floor, standing in front of Steve. "What's going on?"

Bucky glanced over once more to where Elizabeth was creating water sphere's out of nothing. Or- attempting to. They were weak and she was barely holding them. He'd never seen her powers give out like this before.

"Steve, I'm worried about Elizabeth." Bucky admitted. "I-"

"Hey, you know that it wasn't you that made her need to safe word- if she had safe worded." Steve said with a slight frown, his voice softer now in reassurance. "You're not going to hurt her, you know that."

"Quite frankly, I don't. And neither do you." Bucky hissed, clenching and unclenching his metal fist.

Steve's voice took a much firmer tone. "Buck knock it off. Shuri took all of that out of your head. Okoye tested it. T'Challa tested it. You know the three of them wouldn't have let you come back here if they weren't positive. You can never be controlled again. You're free."

"Not from the strength." Bucky muttered, sitting down on the bench, putting his head in his hands. "I can't control this arm Steve. Sometimes I find that the grip is harder on something than I thought it was."

Steve put an arm around Bucky's shoulder, pulling him close. "Oh Buck."

Bucky shook his head and looked at Steve, "But that wasn't what I was talking about. Look at her Steve, tell me what you see."

Bucky and Steve watched as Elizabeth's hands seemed to shake, trying to keep the water sphere moving, keeping a stone inside of it, trying to keep it from falling through. The water smashed everywhere and Bucky could tell she was on the verge of tears.

Steve stood up. "What in the world?"

"Steve, remember when she said that she didn't feel good yesterday?" Bucky muttered quietly. "What if it was more than her just being sore? And then I pushed it away because I was angry with her-"

"Stop." Steve said sternly. "I brushed it off too. Now, let's stop standing here and go and see-"

"James." A silky voice said from behind the two of them and they both turned to see Loki sauntering over.

Bucky blinked, recognizing Loki's attire. He was wearing dark green pants and a light brown T-shirt. His black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he was smirking. His brown boots made satisfying taps and he stopped in front of the two of them.

"Hunting?" Bucky asked and then frowned, "I don't think Elizabeth is up to it today."

Loki shook his head. "Penny."

Immediately, Bucky was thrown into the wild fantasies of hunting the beautiful albino. And then he blinked, "Loki um-"

"Go." Steve said, giving Bucky's shoulder a gentle push. "I've got Elizabeth."

"What's wrong with the ice princess?" Loki asked, glaring over at Elizabeth and then his face softening and he said, "There's something wrong with her magic."

"It's not magic." Steve grumbled at the same time Bucky answered, "Yes."

"You two go hunt." Steve said.

"You don't want to join?" Loki asked with a wider smirk.

Steve rolled his eyes, "The last time I hunted with the two of you, Tony didn't stop making Dark Steve Rogers fanfiction references for three whole months. I am not going through that again. Have fun. I'll let you two know how she is after you're down with the hunt."

He walked off and Bucky turned to Loki, "Let me get dressed and I'll join you. Where is Penny?"

Loki smirked. "Already running."

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"Hey, you okay?" Steve asked, sitting down next to Elizabeth. He saw that she was on the verge of tears, her breath hitching in her chest.

"I'm alright." Elizabeth replied immediately, setting a façade down with a rather calm voice. If he hadn't been watching, or if he didn't have super soldier senses, he might've been fooled with her disguise.

"Okay, answer the question again when you feel like telling me the truth." Steve replied calmly, leaning back on his hands.

Elizabeth scoffed, looking away from him. He watched her body language, the way her fingers were tensed, her arms rigid. Her teeth were clenched together and he could hear small, almost silent whimpers of pain.

"You're in pain. Tell me why. I watched you. Your water isn't-"

"Something is absorbing my powers." Elizabeth interrupted, glaring at him. "Happy?"

"No." Steve said, wanting to snarl at her. Why did she have to be such a brat? Always goading him. Never wanting to let anyone in. Elijah said that she trusted him, but if she did, why wasn't she letting him in? "I want you to trust me."

"I do." Elizabeth muttered, looking down suddenly. "Of course I do."

Steve sighed, "C'mon, let's go down to Bruce or Tony. Maybe they can find out what happened."

Elizabeth went with him willingly. As they stepped into the elevator, she wrapped her arms around her chest. She looked small and Steve was hit with a sudden realization that he'd never really seen her look like this before.

Suddenly, she cried out, sinking to her knees and wrapping her arms around her stomach. Steve immediately knelt down in front of her.

"It hurts." She whimpered, falling into him. He could feel her whole body shaking and also noticed that her temperature seemed flushed.

He pulled her up into his arms and waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open. He glanced out the back of the elevator, seeing Bucky streak across the grass, wearing tight leather. Despite the predicament, his cock twitched anyways.

Fuck he was horny.

Great.

He quickly headed down to Tony's lab and shouldered the door open harder than he meant to. It caused Rhodey and Tony- who had been having a make out session- to jump apart.

"Rogers." Tony growled and then looked at the girl in Steve's arm. "What-"

"I don't know." Steve interrupted, frustrated at his continuing horniness, wishing he could've joined in with Tony and Rhodey. Or even Bucky and Loki. But he had a sick girl in his arms that he really cared about and he needed to know that she was alright.

"Lay her down." Tony said, getting all business like. Steve put Elizabeth down on the table that he indicated, watching with heart pains as she curled into a ball automatically.

And then she whispered something that he'd never heard her whisper or even say before, "I'm cold."

Rhodey's eyes widened in shock and Tony caught himself from making some sort of comment.

Steve was the one to say it, "Elizabeth. . . you can't get cold. You're literally made of ice."

And besides, sweat was dripping down the back of her neck.

"X-rays?" Rhodey suggested, looking at Tony.

"I'm going to try non radioactive scans first." Tony muttered, pressing buttons on his very thin, almost see through tablet. "L.I.T.Z.Y. give me a report."

L.I.T.Z.Y. was an AI that Trang had created before coming to the tower. She had a Spanish accent and sometimes even spoke Spanish. Steve still wasn't sure why a Vietnamese girl had a Spanish robot, but he never asked.

"Nada esta roto. No physical ailments or injuries. Sin embargo, it seems that Miss Nelson-" And here Elizabeth interrupted the robot to mutter, "Mrs. Chan." Steve smiled at her being herself. [Nothing is broken. However,]

"-is pregnant." The robot finished, ignoring her.

It was silent in the room for about ten whole seconds.

"What?" Tony finally asked again.

"I said that Mrs. Chan is pregnant. With triplets."

"Is she speaking Spanish right now?" Tony asked Rhodey, who rolled his eyes. Steve's hand flexed to grab Rhodey and make him take back the eye rolling, but he resisted.

"Can we get DNA?" Elizabeth asked suddenly, eyes wide.

"Of course. But you will have to wait until they are 9 weeks old." L.I.T.Z.Y. replied.

"How far along are they?" Tony asked.

"solo siete semanas y media." L.I.T.Z.Y. replied. "Although, it seems that one is larger than the other two." [Only seven and a half weeks]

A picture was pulled up in front of the four of them. Indeed, one baby was larger than the other two.

"What's the danger?" Tony asked quickly.

"It is possible that the baby is larger, because it has super soldier serum in its' veins." L.I.T.Z.Y. replied. "However, this information could be wrong as there has never been a baby with super soldier parents or parent to date. It could easily be Dr. Banners' kid as well."

Steve felt faint. Either he, Bucky, or Bruce was one of her babies fathers'. He felt. . . excited.

"Why is she feeling sick?" Rhodey asked.

"It is possible that one of the children is magical, sucking the energy out of her. I believe that as long as she doesn't continue to use her water powers, her health will return to normal. I believe her trying to use her powers at the same time the baby is trying to consume them, is causing her body to become inconsistent. Hence, why she feels cold because her powers are erratic."

"Hold on." Tony said, holding his phone to his ear. "Yeah, Point Break, I need you in the lab."

Steve looked over, wondering why Tony was calling Thor. A few moments later, the friendly God walked into the lab.

"Lady Elizabeth, are you alright?" Thor asked, walking over to her side and slipping his large hand around hers. She was still tucked into a ball, hugging herself for warmth and Steve kicked himself literally. He quickly hurried over to the cabinet and grabbed a fluffy blanket to bring back for her.

She gave him a grateful look, actually shuddering as she wrapped the blanket tightly around her shoulders.

"Ah, children." Thor said happily, moving his hand to her stomach. His eyes were sparkling with happiness.

"You know?" Elizabeth asked hoarsely.

"Yes! I am the God of fertility!" Thor said.

Rhodey's mouth actually dropped. "I thought you were the God of thunder?"

"I am the God of many things." Thor nodded, looking pleased with himself. "Like the sky, war, and agriculture."

Steve nodded, feeling lost.

"Can you tell the DNA of the kids?" Tony asked, clearly not surprised about these other aspects of Thor's personality, "Who the fathers are?"

"Yes of course." Thor said, looking shocked that Tony asked him such a question. Like it was supposed to be obvious that he could see who the father of the kids are.

Thor was quiet for a moment, and then seemed very pleased with the results. "One of the little ones is Elijahs' of course."

Steve felt a certain relief he hadn't even realized he'd been stressed over. But he realized now that he'd been worried that one of them wouldn't be Elijah's, and he would be upset about it. It was different, letting soulmates sleep with each other. It was another to be pregnant by someone who wasn't their soulmate. He wondered now how Elijah would feel about the other two.

"The one that is tapping into your energy is Heimdalls." Thor said. "But if you do not use your powers, he or she will be okay. And lastly, the larger child is Sergeant Barnes."

Steve felt something explode and pop inside of him. Explode because he could imagine the happiness in Bucky's eyes now. And pop because he realized he'd been hoping just a little bit that the child was his.

He smiled though, at his silliness and then felt a little worry. Would Penny want kids? Lots of the Agents that worked at S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't want kids. That was one of the reason they hadn't worried about kids or taking anything to stop anyone from getting pregnant. He'd thought they were all on birth control.

If Penny didn't want kids, would Elizabeth be the only way for Steve to have his own kid? Or would Penny understand and let Steve have a kid? Or, the best option of course, Penny wanted kids too.

"Rhodey, can I have a phone?" Elizabeth asked hoarsely. "And Steve, can you take me back to my room after I make this call?"

"Of course doll." He replied immediately as Rhodey handed her the phone.

She clumsily called whoever was on the other side and then waited a moment. Quietly, she said, "Elijah, I have some really great news. I was just in Tony's lab because I didn't feel well-"

He could hear Elijah's voice on the other side, though he couldn't make out much.

"No, no, I'm alright. Even better than alright. Elijah, I'm having triplets and one of them is yours!" Elizabeth finished off in breathless excitement.

Suddenly, a holographic map of the Avengers tower popped up, with a blinking red light on floor eight-six.

"Sir, Nosotros tenemos un fuego." L.I.T.Z.Y. said calmly. [We have a fire]

"God damnit Chan." Tony growled.

"Oh Elijah." Elizabeth sighed

[romanoffsbish]

Desperate Times…

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x OmegaFem!R

Request (This is my first attempt at a/b/o, and I hope I did your request justice)

Warnings: Use of Suppressants

Smut: Natasha has a penis. Oral (R), Overstimulation, Breeding (Knot), KO.

18+ | Minors DNI

Natasha wasn't doing too well as she crashed through the front door of your shared house. Being away from you for long missions, three months as of this time, requires the both of you to be on differing (unsafe) suppressants. With knowing she'd be home soon, she'd been off of them for the last few days. So now she was on the verge of her rut, which was instantaneously activated the moment she passed the doorway.

You weren't home, making matters worse as your scent remained throughout every room. Sweet hints of citrus and berries lingered on every possible surface, and Natasha's cock was painfully hard, her sweats tented out far as her dick twitched with a need for you, her Omega.

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Natasha felt horrible about it, but she hadn't much choice as she delved into your dirty clothes and pulled out a pair of your panties. There was a fresh pair on top still damp with your juices, and the moment she touched it to her nose she was already taking her sweats off.

Natasha clambered into your nest, it was your sacred place, but she'd always been welcome. Her body instantly calmed, her sore muscles melted into the blankets, but her erect cock only grew impossibly harder. Pre-cum coated her tip in a sizable quantity, and with your slicked panties to her face she got herself off.

When you entered the apartment three hours later a similar occurrence happened to you. The piney smell of your lover permeated your nostrils, and your body shivered with glee. You'd missed her terribly, all you wanted was to cuddle her, but as you rushed to the room you realized that wasn't first on the agenda.

There you found her laid out in your nest with a blissful fucked out expression, you felt your entire body tremble as a gush of wetness soaked through your panties instantaneously.

"Fuck," you groaned as you gripped onto the railing of the bed, you did your best to suppress a whine, but you fear she heard it. It wasn't clear though if it was your scent, noises, or overall presence that awoke the beast that was your wife, but you hadn't much time to ponder it before she was on her feet pouncing on you.

"Oh malysh," Natasha coos, strong hands grip your hips, pulling your backside against her prominent bulge as she nuzzles against your neck. "Mmm, my sweetest girl," she dizzily muttered, your fruity scent overwhelmed her and her hips begin moving of their own accord as she humped her restricted cock against you.

"Oh detka, I missed you so much, please, let daddy fuck that pretty little pussy, I'm not beneath begging, let me fill you up my Omega. I'll finally get you pregnant with our pups."

A tense silence befell the room for less than ten seconds as your desperate lover took a breath. Then Natasha groaned sensually, your arousal was no longer in question, she could smell you. If only she could see too, she'd see you were dripping through your panties, your thighs squeezing together was the final confirmation.

"Fuck, you need me just as bad, huh," she was teasing now, so you played along by pushing back into her abruptly, "That's right, look at you detka, become my brainless whore."

There was no reason to fight it, not only had you missed her touch, but the smell of her alone seemed to have sent you into a desperate heat; her cock was all that would satiate you.

"Please daddy, want to carry your pups so bad."

"Yeah?" She rutted into your backside a few more times, she was so desperate for release it wasn't even funny, her strong hands roughly felt you up over your clothes, your moans were bordering pornographic, and it was then that she just couldn't resist her urges anymore.

Natasha ripped your clothing off of your body with brute force, her husky grunts drove you so mad you could feel your pulse in your cunt.

The redhead gawked at the sight of your folds, glistening, and dripping your delectable juices onto the carpet, it was such a waste of goods.

Natasha spun you around and smashed her lips to yours in desperation as she lifted you with total ease, your fingers dug into her deliciously defined deltoids as she carried you over to the mattress, and just as soon as your heated body touched down she was kissing down your body on her way to your cunt for a taste, and boy did she seek to devour you whole. Natasha didn't stop after you came on her tongue, she kept going regardless of your trembling body, your last orgasm was so intense that you cried until the pillowcase was practically soaked through.

"Oh malysh, you're okay," Natasha kissed over your wetted cheeks, drops of your slick now smeared against your skin as your intoxicating essence that soaked your Alpha's flushed face transferred with each peck. Natasha slid her boxers down as her lips landed on yours, she ran her length through your drenched folds while maintaining the heady kiss. Your mind was absolutely spinning with dizzying arousal.

Once you began to thrust up Natasha knew it was time, so without another moment wasted she pressed her bulbous tip to your pulsing hole and slid right on in. Your abundance of slick was helpful, but there was still a sting of pain as her thick veiny cock stretched you out.

Natasha shushed your pained mewls with her tongue pressed against yours, she kissed you until you were breathless enough to need it to end, but even then you chased her lips. If there was one thing you'd never tire of it was her soft lips, whether they be on yours, or elsewhere.

Your Alpha knew her way around your body.

"Can I move moya lyubov'?" Natasha asked, you knew she needed to, the way she pulsed unendingly inside of you a dead giveaway, but she was too caring to give into her carnal urges, she would never do so until she had the clear go ahead from you—her precious Omega.

A huge sigh of relief left her lips to fan across your face as you gave her express permission, your desperation was clear, and hot as hell as you breathlessly begged her to destroy you.

"Don't you worry," she chuckled with a sensual rasp in her tone, "I already planned to detka."

Natasha pulled her cock out of you slowly, allowing the throbbing ridges of her shaft to drag over your tight walls. She watched the way your mouth fell open at the welcome sensation. The way she felt inside of you set your nerves off, and goosebumps bloomed in response.

Natasha grazed her teeth over your scent gland as she slammed entirely back into you, and when you screamed wantonly into her ear in direct response she harshly bit down, a fresh mark replacing the fading of her former one. The Alpha then lost all sense of control when you wildly fluttered around her, and there set in place the brutal pace that she picked up.

"Daddy, you feel so—mmm," you were nearing incoherent at this point as she fucked you dumb, a common occurrence for the redhead. Natasha knew just how to get you mindless, and it was usually now that she'd pull out, so she could prevent from impregnating you, but this time she meant her words. She was done postponing the inevitable, the idea of you no longer having to suppress yourself had the beginnings of her knot forming, "Oh fuck."

Too dizzy with arousal you didn't realize what was happening until you felt her knot securely slip into place, your eyes filled with fear, but all you could articulate was moans of pleasure. Natasha chose to kiss you tenderly, doing whatever she could to distract you as her cum released inside of you in massive loads.

Once her knot began to go down she pulled away slightly to survey your face, you wore a serene smile, but it was one that came with the furrowed brows of a worried Omega.

"Nat—," she kissed your lips to quiet your obvious concerns about how she hadn't pulled out, you wanted to carry her pups more than anything, she knew that you did, but with the crazy demands of Avenging for her it wasn't a justifiable choice for the both of you. While the both of you worked to regain your breaths she began to overload the room with her scent, doing her best to calm your trembling form.

"It's okay lyubov'," she smiled against your neck when she heard a deep purr rumbling from your chest, then as her warm tongue licked over your aching gland she felt your body slump into the bed, you were at peace.

The redhead had clearly forgotten to tell you, but this mission was her last, she was ready to settle down. To live the typical life with you, to start a family the same way Clint and Tony had with their respective wives; it was finally her turn. More importantly though she was tired of hurting you. Every time she left she had to watch your heart break through your glazed over eyes, and she couldn't do it anymore. Plus, the suppressants would soon have long lasting effects if she didn't remove the need for them.

"It's finally our time detka," she whispered the words you'd been desperate to hear for years, "Soon you'll be waddling around," your heart melted as your eyes fluttered open to see hers sparkling with unbridled happiness and love.

"Really?" Natasha nodded with a smile, "Then in due time this massive house will finally be filled with the soft pitter pattering of our pups."

Natasha groaned as you clenched around her, more of her seed spilled from her even though her knot had deflated majority of the way. The idea of carrying your Alpha's legacy made you feel so many things, but primarily you just felt aroused. Your heat was far from over, and with the way your lover began to rock her hips you knew it was the same for her, and her rut.

"How about we spend the night ensuring your seed sticks?" You proposed, and your wife met your teasing expression with a devilish smirk, "Oh, I had every intention of going all night long detka," she winked, and softly chuckled when your eyes widened with fear, or maybe it was delight, either way she knew you were on board as your arousal gushed around her cock.

"I'll never grow tired of spilling inside of you," her cocky smirk caused your body to heat up even more, and in a moment of compulsion you lurched up to remark her as well, your sharp teeth sunk into the skin of her neck and she twitched, "Oh fuck, now you've done it."

After about the sixth instance in which your lover knotted you, your body finally succumbed to a sex induced slumber. Natasha continued to thrust as best she could with the resistance your abused cunt offered, pushing her seed as deep into you as she could until the fatigue of the nights events finally caught up to her limbs.

"Goodnight lyubov'," she sloppily kissed your cheek before nuzzling into your neck as her body gently settled atop of yours, "I love you," she pressed another kiss to your mark, and she grew more sleepy as you purred deeply in your own slumber. "My perfect, beautiful Omega."

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❤️ Kaitlyn

[stvharrngton]

I'm sure this has been said a million times, but *clears throat*

STEVE EATS PUSSY FOR HIS PLEASURE

He had a shitty day at work? An hour later your sobbing as you cum for the god fucking knows time. And after he just pushes himself up and is all "you want pizza?" as your on the verge of passing the fuck out.

first time one millionth time i will eat it up every damn time!!!!

steve harrington loves eating pussy. just fuckin loves it. literally his favourite activity like I JUST CANT like he will get off on the fact that he’s getting you off he just looooves how your body reacts to his tongue all your little whines and moans and how your back arches when he sucks on your clit just right and it gives him the perfect view of your tits if you’re laying down 😳 he loves when you sit on his face he actively encourages it lbr loves having your doughy thighs either side of his head as he licks and sucks uhhdjfj and eating you out from behind? you betcha he loves that too loves holding your ass in his big hands and just burying his face in your pussy and it just gets everywhere he’s soooo messy with it fhdjdkd

but he comes home from work all glum shoulders slumped and a pout on his face and you already know what’s coming and you just ask him like ‘you ok stevie?’ and he just says ‘yeah, baby, c’mere’ and he pulls you into his lap and he’s kissing you stupid and breathless and when you get to the bedroom he’s just all over you you’re naked on the bed but he’s still fully clothed in his family video vest too😭 and he just keeps going after the first time you cum and you’re shaking and writhing on the bed at the overstimulation and he just coos at you like ‘aww come on baby you can give me another one yeah? love making you cum’ and next you know you’re cumming again and again and again and your poor pussy is so sore and throbbing from his mouth sucking at you so harshly dhsjsjs😫 and when he finally decides to let you have a breather he’s just wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like ‘ya hungry? i could really go for pizza’ and you’re just like….. what the fuck😃

[jihyocentric]

I've been getting TOO MANY mohyo content on my twt tl and i just can't stop thinking about them. Just mohyo bickering and teasing each other and thEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE??? jihyo teasing momo and when momo fights back and towers over her she just cowers😭😭 and I thought it'd be best to come to you (if asks are open and you're not busy ofc)🙇

Momo was stressed and woke up on the wrong side of the bed. She's pissed early in the morning and jihyo thought it would be fun to tease her for being grumpy and all. Cue to momo ignoring jihyo (which she finds weird but continues to tease her anyway) waiting for the perfect opportunity until they're alone. Momo is HUNG and they've fucked before but her dragging jihyo to their room teasing her how she's so tiny and that she wouldn't fit inside her until she's sorry absolutely breaks jihyo. She ends up apologizing and getting roughly fucked by momo she's so overstimulated and on the verge of passing out.

I hope it's ok. You can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable.

thank you for coming to me! took a while to fill but i loved this rq, mohyo brainrot always!

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"say you're sorry again and i might forgive you."

momo brushes her nose against jihyo's wet cheeks, kneeling down to meet her height. jihyo's throat was sore, momo was unwavering in her decision of punishing jihyo for picking on her all day long. jihyo tried to move, but even if she tried to fight back it would be a lost battle. her fists were tied up together and momo had been using her body for long, delightful minutes, seeking for her own pleasure.

"i'm so-" jihyo coughs, her throat tired. "i'm sorry!"

"i'm not convinced." momo gets up again, holding jihyo's head by her hair, slapping her face with her thick, heavy cock. "you look way better when you can't speak, leader."

jihyo feels her cheek wet with more tears, embarrassed at the way momo calls her. "momo..."

"what?" momo grins. "you don't like it when i call you that? i keep wondering what the girls would think about their leader on her knees begging for my cock."

jihyo whimpers, opening her mouth to allow momo to slip her cock in, but momo doesn't. "please." jihyo asks, her voice low, starting to ignore her own pride.

"i bet you'd love to keep sucking my dick for hours, wouldn't you?" momo questions. "but i want something else."

momo lifts jihyo's body, showing off her strength when she does it as easily as it is to lift a pillow, and places the younger on the bed, with her face against the surface of the bed and ass up, showing her used core that was still leaking from when momo fucked her. momo brushes the tip of her cock over jihyo's folds, then slips inside in a single thrust of hips that makes jihyo cry.

"'m sorry, momo!" jihyo says, hoping momo would slow down, because she felt uneasy with how rough momo was taking her. it felt good. not only good but incredible, to the point that jihyo had tears falling down her cheeks, even loving the way the tight fit made it hurt, but she feared she might pass out if momo kept up like that.

"all day long you've been pushing my buttons only to get fucked like a slut," momo grunts, burying every inch of her shaft in before pulling away until the tip was almost out, then slamming it back inside harshly, "and when you realize my cock is too big for you, you cower."

"d-didn't know you were really mad!" jihyo whines, absolutely helpless, unable to move her arms due to the tie that momo used to restrain her wrists. "at least... a-at least untie me, please?"

momo thinks about it, deciding on giving in to jihyo's wish just this time, because she had better plans on her mind. she sets jihyo's wrists free, but then lies on the bed and brings jihyo to her lap, almost laughing at how easy it was to throw her around, as if jihyo is her doll. momo took her time, her eyes travelling through jihyo's now bruised body, feeling no pity whatsoever. jihyo asked for that, and momo would make sure she reminded every second of it.

momo pushes two fingers inside jihyo, getting them coated with slick. jihyo widens her eyes when momo pulls out and slides them in her ass, but she can't help but moan with the pleasure, even humping momo's fingers.

"you will ride me until i say it's enough," momo tells her, replacing her fingers with her cock when she thinks jihyo is ready. "and don't you dare to stop."

jihyo holds onto momo's stomach for support as she starts to ride, doing it slowly because momo was already too big for her pussy, now it felt like she was being ripped apart. much to jihyo's shame, she loved every second of it, especially the way momo forced herself in her — rough, feral and unwavering. just the way jihyo yearned for.

"s-so good," jihyo whimpered, her hips moving faster each seconds, using all the energy left in her to fuck herself on momo's cock. "you're so big, momo."

momo held jihyo's waist, feeling her cock throb at the tightness surrounding her. she grunts and throws her head back, feeling close to the edge again. momo takes the lead and fucks up into jihyo, the younger falling on top of her when she does, walls squeezing momo's length so tightly that momo's hips faltered, desperate to come. jihyo sneaks her hand between them and rubs her clit in time with momo's thrusts, breathing heavily and coming first.

momo groans, shaft reaching the deepest that she could before she filled jihyo's ass. still trying to steady her breathing, momo looks at the younger's face, seeing that her eyes were closed. it had been so long since they had time to enjoy each other, that they'd even forgotten how good it was for momo to be inside jihyo and jihyo to have momo stuffing her to her limit.

"jihyo?" momo calls, only receiving a small hum. "tired?"

jihyo nods slowly, it's all she can do. she feels absolutely destroyed, yet if she could she'd do it all over again.

at least momo was there to take care of her.

[cynettic]

hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work

Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.

Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?

Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!

A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!

Link for Part 2

Stay With Me

Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.

And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.

“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.

Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.

“Play with me!”

Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”

But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.

As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.

Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.

“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.

But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.

It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?

“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”

“My parents dont care about me!”

Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”

And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.

“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”

“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.

Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.

Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.

He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.

But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.

With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…

“Hm? Whats this?”

Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.

A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.

“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”

Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”

“Shut it!”

But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.

Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.

Inazuma was beginning to change.

“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.

It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.

“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”

Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.

The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”

You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”

“And you havent.”

Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.

“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”

He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”

You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”

It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.

But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.

“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”

In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.

And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.

_-_-_-_

You didnt expect to see him again.

Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.

With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.

Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”

You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”

He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.

“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”

Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”

“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”

You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”

“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”

Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’

Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”

Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”

“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.

Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”

“No I’m not.”

You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.

“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.

“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.

He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.

Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.

Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.

And he couldn't have you moving could he?

[iwas-baby]

“like mother, like daughter”

matsukawa issei x reader

tw/cw: milf!reader/ son-in-law!issei, mentions of cheating, age gap, creampie, oral (f.receiving), titty sucking, breeding kink, degradation, petname: cumslut (used once), dub-con-ish, slight thigh riding, slight overstim, teasing, womb-fucking?

for @dilfsuna’s incestual event!

note: this is a bit “darker” than my normal content but i’m experimenting with it and i’m not hating it

nsfw under the cut. minors dni!

at first, when issei’s wife asked him to drop off some eye drops at her mother’s house he groaned. he cursed her on the car ride over, he hated how annoying she was, that her cooking was sub-par and worst of all, she was lousy in bed.

he swore out loud, gripping the steering wheel tighter thinking of how whenever they fucked he had to imagine over girls and though he’d never verbally admit to it, he imagined her mother the most. he’d always feel so good, imagining it was your swollen tits bouncing as he pounded you into the mattress.

so as he walked into your home, he couldn't help himself as he found you bending over in the kitchen, trying to grab a pot from the bottom shelf. He watched how your yoga pants clung to your thighs, mesmerized by how round your ass was. He could feel his dick slowly begin to stiffen just from the mere thought of taking you right then and there.

issei crept up from behind, trying not to startle you as he placed his hands on your waist. you yelped, naturally, jumping up to see your son-in-law.

"need some help y/n?" he kept his hands on you, purposely letting his hands slowly trail down your waist and closer and closer to the curve of your ass. "i brought you your eye drops."

you smiled at him, feeling your heart fluster as he pulled you in slightly, blushing at the feeling if his dick as it pressed against you.

he heard you thank him, but he was too busy letting his eyes wander down your shirt, seeing how your boobs seemed to be spilling out. he smirked, knowing that you knew he was going to be coming over.

"i-issei, what are you doing?" you nervously asked as he lowered his hands even more. cute, he thought and squeezed your ass. issei lowered his head so that he could whisper into your ear, watching how you squirmed around in his grasp.

"i know you're enjoying yourself," his hushed voice was like honey in your ear, he placed a kiss on the crook of your neck, not giving you another second to protest.

"what about my daughter?" on the verge of rambling, issei shut you up with a lustful kiss.

issei moved back, pushing his leg between your own with a sneer on his face while his hands played with the hem of your shirt.

"you're daughter is a no good slut who doesn't even know how to please a man." his eyebrows knit together, applying more pressure to your cunt with his thigh, "and besides, she wouldn't need to know."

you whimpered at his words, feeling your clit start to rub against him through your yoga pants. gripping onto his shoulder, you beckoned him to take you to the bedroom.

that's when you found yourself on your back, letting issei tug away your yoga pants, exposing the damp spot on your panties. he hovered over your core, forcing your legs open.

he kissed your clit, teasing you through the piece of cloth, slowly grinding his hips into the bed as well. your hands reached for his hair, tugging at his curls.

issei's fingers delicately pulled down your undergarments, practically licking his lips at the sight of your drooling cunt. he started off with kitten licks, toying with your clit as you squirmed on the bed sheets.

he eventually prodded at you hole with his thick fingers, curling them against your gummy walls as you groaned, chanting his name. he thought he'd gone to heaven as your legs closed and your thighs squirmed his face. he brought his lips against your thighs too, kissing and biting them until you groaned loudly.

"issei, i'm gonna, oh god, i'm gonna cum!" you had no shame, arching your back as the younger man lapped up your juices. he felt as you creamed all over his fingers, body trembling as he finger fucked you through your high.

you panted, hazily watching as he stood up, slipping down his boxers to reveal his cock, dripping precum from it's flushed tip. an exhausted giggle left your lips as he climbed back on top of you.

issei grinned, kissing your body as he teased his dick over your folds. his large hands once again found their way to your body, cupping your breasts and kissing down them.

he tugged off your bra, exposing your pebbled nipples as he brought his tongue down to them. while groping your right, he suckled on your left, teething on your nipple.

you whined and panted, gripping onto his shoulders, subconsciously pushing him closer to your tits. he smirked, making eye contact with you as he shifted his mouth's attention to your other boob. he sucked on your tits, decorating your chest in hickies which left your breast sore and aching.

"ah issei, just fuck me," you pleaded, your hips rutting against him. who was he to not listen to you? so frustrated and desperate. forcefully, he opened up your legs, stationing himself on his knees, aligning his own throbbing dick with your pussy.

he sunk into you, what felt like being ripped apart as you felt the tip of his cock kiss against your cervix. you groaned again, hearing gutteral grunts from issei who was watching the way your tits bounced with every thurst.

"who would've thought, such a tight little hole," he threw his head back, basking in the feeling of being sucked in. his wife never made him feel this good.

"like mother like daughter," he pounded into you, now bruising your cervix as you tightened around him, "both of you have whore cunts."

you nodded, mind buzzing with pleasure as his pubic bone rubbed against your already sensitive clit. issei pushed your knees into your chest, feeling you squeeze around his dick.

"such fucking slut, no shame at all," he quickened his pace and along with his words were going to send you over the edge again, "fucking your son-in-law like a no good bitch." he laughed evilly at the sight of saliva slipping your parted lips along with your fucked out face.

you moaned, moving your hips to meet his every thrust, really living up to his words as you felt the veins of his cock drag in and out of your cunt.

issei reached forward, grabbing for your boobs again as his pace slowed down to savor the feeling of your pussy. he watched, amused with the way you whimpered for more which was more than enough motivation for him to speed right back up.

"shit, you want me to cum inside? want you son-in-law to breed you like a classless whore?" you groaned a yes, feeling the snap of issei's hips in response.

"please, please--ah-- need your cum, issei," you were lucky the walls were thick as you screamed out, the coil in your stomach snapping for the second time. your cum dripped down issei's balls, the sloppy sounds of your messy cunt echoed and he chased his own high.

you gasped, overstimulated but still so hungry for pleasure.

"you fucking little cumslut," issei let out, before his hips runted into you one last time, his thighs shuttering. a sudden feeling of warmth filling your pussy, your eyes rolling back as his cum painted your insides.

issei almost collapsed over you, he’d never finished like this before, he could feel the tenfold of cum he'd let out in you pooling on the bed sheets. he swore again, having to head back home to his useless wife, knowing she could never compare to you warm little cunt.

[grooveydrew]

Warning NSFW♥︎

BILLY X MALE READER

This story includes oral, slight cock and ball torture, spanking, And Daddy Kink

It was a cold Christmas eve night and Billy who usually was hyper was even more off his rocker. He was excitedly running around and putting up random decorations and fixing small detail" perfect perfect Christmas has to be perfect!...." he'd mutter under his breath and step back to stare at the massive tree he insisted on cutting down. You couldn't help but snort at how he'd go from an excited mess to a perfectionist within seconds. however it got late and billy would be rather difficult this time, when you decided it was time to get laid down and watch a movie he refused and got rather loud when you tried to convince him to sleep, "Santa won't come if you don't sleep. .." He started to get fussy, and looked on the verge of a tantrum which you quickly shut down with a glare. Eventually you were able to drag him up the stairs and to the room but he did put up a rather good fight. You honestly had gotten annoyed and warned him if he didn't put on his pajamas and shut up then you'd have to be mean, he threw a fit. You got his pajamas out of the closet and grabbed him yanking him twords yourself, you took off his clothes and sat swinging him over your lap. He let out a whine and looked back st you with puppy eyes "those won't save you this time. I warned you and yet you still acted up." He went to argue but you cut him off with a hard swat on his ass and continued to spank him keeping a good and firm rhythm. He whined and cried out griping the bed sheets with his teeth and hands. You kept going till he had a nice even red glow on his bottom and thighs. But watching him cry and seeing your work on his pretty butt got your cock hard...you couldn't help but reach your hand between his legs and rub his balls" naaaw your poor butt~ but you made daddy be mean." He let out a whine and looked back at you with teary eyes and a red face. You could feel his cock twitching and growing on your thigh. You smirked evily"mmmmm...you took your punishment so well...guess I can give you an early Christmas presnt~" you cooed and lifted him up and roughly put him on his back on the bed Making him let out a cute gasp and look at you with surprise, his head dangled off the end of the bed his longish hair dangled down. You cup his cheek and smiled slowly taking out your hard twitching erection gripping it snd slapping his pretty lips with the tip" say ahhh~" he shivered and hesitated, he was still mad at you. He opened his mouth slightly making you growl and slap his cock, he let out a cry" wider." He shivered and opened wider. He stuck his tongue out and you slid your hard cock down his pretty throat. He tensed up and gagged slightly but relaxed his throat and laid there like a good submissive slut for you. You smirk and begin to slowly thrust watching and feeling him struggle slightly. You rubbed his chest and sighed pushing your head back slightly enjoying the quiet for, he'd been very noisy all day. You began to get a bit rougher on him slowly bending more forward, you slapped and tortured his cock and balls till they were swelling and getting a nice red color. He cried and kicked his legs. You started to bend more forward getting more and more agressive on his throat taking his cock down your throat and fondled his balls till he'd cum. You cum doen his throat and made sure he swallowed before pulling up. He laid there panting, he was exhausted" ready to get dressed in your pj's now and go to bed for santa?~" he shook nodded softly, you dress him up and laid doen letting him cude into you. You praised him and rubbed his sore butt till he was out cold, you snuck downstairs to put presents under the tree and got all nuzzled up beside him after.

This may not be best, and I hope to do more with him but I'm rather busy this month sadly. I have to start packing for my trip to Ohio to see my lovely boyfriend ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

I'll be leaving the 23rd and might be back on the 30th but I'm hoping to stay till the 3rd or 4th of January♥︎

I wanna try to at least have a Lenz story up because 2005 billy gets no love and he deserves it😭

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where Ethan is pretending

Description | When you bump into Ethan in Paris, you fail to mention that you know exactly who he is. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to keep it up when he asks you out for a drink.

Content | Fluff

Pairing | Ethan x gn!Reader (with the exception of one female pet name)

Word Count | 2071

Taglist | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans

***

There was no way you were staying in the same place that Måneskin had just arrived at. There was no way, you kept telling yourself. Paris was a massive city, the number of available hotels in the hundreds, maybe thousands if you had to guess. And yet, somehow, you had managed to pick the one place one of your new favourite obsessions would spend their time. You knew it didn't mean much, the hotel had more than a couple of rooms and with your luck, you wouldn't even catch a glimpse of them. But as you kept scrolling through Instagram, seeing pictures of people meeting the four Italians in front of the place you had checked into mere days ago, you couldn't fight a little bubble of excitement forming in your chest.

Well, you told yourself you wouldn't get your hopes up. And you definitely wouldn't hang around in front of the hotel or in the lobby. You had booked your solo trip to Paris months ago, after dreaming about visiting the city for most of your life, and you would be damned if you wouldn't stick to your itinerary and enjoy your holiday. However - you had gotten up at what felt like dawn to go queue up for the Louvre and spent the last couple of hours there, so you decided that a nap was the way to go if you wanted to continue exploring the city in the evening. Fortunately, the walk back to the hotel wasn't long.

You had made it to the last corner before entering the street you were aiming for, when two giggling girls ran past you, unceremoniously bumping your shoulder and sending you tumbling. You were fully expecting to hit the ground, but instead, a pair of strong arms caught you and brought you back to your feet. A pair of strong arms belonging to a strong chest that you came face-to-face with, belonging to a gorgeous face, belonging to Ethan Torchio.

"Tu vas bien?" His broad French accent confused you, momentarily forgetting about the little detail that you were, in fact, in France, as you stared at the drummer in front of you, who was still protectively holding onto your upper arms.

"Huh?" Was the immensely intelligent answer that thus left your mouth.

"Oh, not French?"

"No, definitely not French." You finally said, taking a step back from him to avoid the increasing awkwardness you were feeling about being touched by him, while the two girls who had previously knocked you down were now lingering around the two of you suspiciously, not coming close enough to be rude, but obviously desperate to get their own piece of Ethan. "No, just a tourist."

"Me too," Ethan smiled. "A tourist, I mean. Well, kind of. I'm here with my band so it's not like we have time to do a lot of sightseeing."

He briefly turned around to look at the two girls who still seemed frustrated at you hogging his time and gave a small wave before turning back to you. It was the movement that made you realise he had the most gorgeous red rose tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Well, it used to be the most gorgeous rose - after your little crash, it had bent in the middle, the top hanging only by a thread, in the most miserable fashion.

"Oh, no I am so sorry!" You gasped, carefully grasping the delicate petals that were on the verge of breaking off. "I must have crashed into it when you caught me."

"Don't worry about it," Ethan said, softly, and pulled the stem from his waistband. The flower looked even more tragic now, in all its crushed glory. "A fan gave it to me a few minutes ago."

"Huh?" You surely proved yourself articulate in this conversation. You mentally hit yourself, angry at yourself for being so easily flustered.

"There are a few fans waiting in front of our hotel, because we're in a ... band ... and things."

Apparently, your awkwardness was contagious. Also, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ethan thought that you had no idea who he was.

"Let me get you a new one," you suggested. "There's a flower shop just two doors down from the hotel - I mean, I am staying there, too, so I know."

He smiled at you with a serenity and calmness that had your heart soaring. You decided you'd be willing to buy him a million roses if only he kept smiling at you like that for a little longer.

"Well, I've got to go now, but it would be rude to refuse your offer. Meet you in the bar of the hotel at 8 tonight?"

No way this was happening. You almost gasped, but at the last moment managed to keep your cool, outwardly. On the inside, you were a mess. Bumping into the drummer of one of your favourite bands was a wonderful chance meeting as it was - but this almost sounded like a date. Now, of course, Ethan wouldn't be asking you out on a date. That would be ridiculous. But there was also no way you would miss out on a chance to meet him again. Preferably without those two giggling girls that were still standing behind him, watching every move of your interaction but luckily too far away to hear what you were saying.

"It's a d- uh, deal," you quickly recovered before almost spitting out the word date instead. Ethan chuckled.

"Right, see you later, then, for our... deal."

He had seen right through you anyway, you thought. But he was still laughing, so it wasn't all that bad - right?

With another quick touch to your upper arm, Ethan walked past you, turning around just one last time.

"My name is Ethan, by the way. You can tell me yours tonight."

Oh, you would.

***

The rest of the day was... well, restless. You couldn't nap because your mind was a whirlwind and your stomach was twisting with excitement. So instead, you had made sure to get the prettiest red rose you could find in the flower shop down the street - while slightly wincing at the price that a shop in the center of the city of love demanded - and put it in a glass the hotel receptionist had been nice to give to you. Then you had decided that there was no way you would manage to relax before 8, so you allowed yourself a few hours simply wandering through the city, no real destination, no itinerary for once, just a nice long stroll with nothing but your thoughts.

At five past eight - being slightly late was still cool, right? - you did a quick check-up in the mirror, realised you were not going to get any happier with your appearance whatever you tried to do at this point, grabbed the rose from its makeshift vase, and left your room.

It only took you a second to see him when you entered the little bar on the ground floor of the hotel. Even in the dim light, the white blouse that he had already been wearing when you met for the first time stood out like a sore thumb. Long dark hair fell over his back in a silky fashion. You had never wanted to touch anyone's hair more.

You took one more deep breath and then walked over to Ethan, smile on your face and rose in your hand.

"A rose for the handsome gentleman?"

Ethan almost jumped, apparently not having heard you coming, but quickly a smirk spread over his face while he stood up.

"I'll take the rose and your name, then."

"It's Y/n."

Ethan greeted you with a soft kiss to your cheek, before taking the rose, pulling your chair back, and inviting you to sit. It was almost ridiculously romantic and if it had been anyone else it would have seemed over-the-top and off-putting, but with Ethan it seemed sincere and fitting.

"Glass of wine, Y/n?" He asked as he casually waved the waiter over to your table.

"Just one. I want to get up early tomorrow for some more sightseeing."

***

It didn't end up being just one glass. It ended up another one and then a bottle shared. But it also ended up with three hours of talking, laughing, teasing, and slowly moving your chairs closer together until you were basically sitting on the same side of the table. You had asked him about his band - still trying to cover up that you knew exactly who they were out of pure fear that he'd reject you for being a fan - and he has asked about your job, your life, your family. In fact, you only left the bar when the waiter had started throwing you annoyed looks while demonstratively cleaning the tables around you.

"I'll bring you to your room," Ethan chuckled lightly as you waited for the elevator. His hand was on the small of your back and it was spreading tingles all through your body. You were standing close enough that you could smell his perfume, a light yet musky scent that encapsulated everything about him.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he lightly pushed you inside and you found yourself not minding him leading you like this. You pressed the button for your floor, leaning against the wall as you studied the man in front of you. He was a thing of beauty, no question about it, and when he smiled down at you the way he was right then and there, he made you feel like one, too.

"I had a lovely evening, Y/n. Is there any chance I could get your number?"

What a question, you thought to yourself. You'd be mad to refuse him!

You dug your phone out of your cluttered bag. You had switched numbers just a few weeks ago and had not yet learned the new digits by heart. Quickly, you switched it on - and your heart sank. Oh crap. You had completely forgotten about this.

The lockscreen of your phone was a picture of Måneskin.

As you looked up, you realized Ethan had seen. And, contrarily to the reaction that you were anticipating, he was wearing a massive grin.

"Ethan, I am so sorry, I should have told you immediately when we met but I kind of just stumbled into this and you were explaining you were in a band and I didn't know how to say-"

"Dolcezza, calm down. I've known all along."

"Wait - what?"

He didn't explain. Instead, he pointed to your bag - your tote bag - your Måneskin tote bag.

You truly felt like the least intelligent life form on earth.

"I've been carrying that around all day, haven't I?"

While your embarrassment grew, face heating up, Ethan grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his body. His arms tightly wrapped around your body and you could feel his giggles in his chest, as your head was pressed against it. You didn't hesitate in reciprocating, clinging onto his torso, slowly swinging from side to side. Both of you caught in a tipsy stupor.

You only stopped when the elevator arrived at your floor, both of you stumbling out and dragging each other to your door while clinging on. When you reached your room, you let your back lean against it, pulling Ethan along so you were standing face to face, smiling at each other shily and yet never breaking eye contact.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You finally asked. He stroked your cheek, leaving goosebumps. He had now gotten so close that you could feel his breath on your, drowning in each other.

"I liked pretending."

And then he kissed you. Boldly, unafraid and passionate. You melted like putty under him, letting him take control while letting yourself fall, as his lips moved against yours.

You only pulled away enough to get another glance at him, before once again searching your bag, now one-handed, so you never quite had to let go of him. A small triumphant sound escaped you as you located the key card. Holding it up next to your face, you shot the man in front of you another smirk.

"Why don't we keep pretending? At least for tonight."

It wasn't an offer he was going to refuse.

[bitchfitch]

There was a level of grandeur that came with a castle's grand entry gates being opened. Dozens of strapping guards rushing around in the delicate dance that was required to lower the ornate draw bridge halves so that they would thunk perfectly into place as the nearly one ton metal fence before the door itself was hoisted with the satisfying click click click of a well put together mechanism. A grand preamble to the doors being pushed open, two men each it took to move them, to finally allow entry for a single man on an aging horse with barely more than a saddle pack to his name.

Reidar bit the inside of his mouth to keep himself from grinning. He knew full well these gates were never closed outside of active battle. It was too much fucking work to do this for every supply shipment.

This was all for him.

His horse carried him through into the ornate courtyard, the guards standing at full salute as he passed. Flowers blooming in the late spring sunlight, their golden and red petals making the green spaces look cloaked in flames when the wind tussled them.

Reider held his head high, kept his face stoic. This would be the first time these people saw their new general, and while his cloak hid the worst of the truth, he couldn't let the rest spill out this early.

The doors to the ancient palace that sat nestled within the much newer castle opened with their own sort of fan fair, the court maids coming to stand either side of the main walk, bowing as their king followed behind.

Reidar had a first impression to make, an air of competency and strength to maintain. He managed to dismount his horse, and hand his reigns to the stable hand who appeared to collect it, before he met eyes with Baldric and nearly melted from the warmth and adoration that waited for him there.

Baldric, the king with his crown of gold nestled between his proud horns and his dusty pewter skin that turned lilac at the cheeks. Baldric, who called for all this fuss just to put on a show to welcome him home with.

He grinned and rushed the old fool. throwing his arm around Baldric's shoulders as he was caught and held tight to him. Baldric's hands fisting in the back of his cloak as they held eachother once more for the moment it took them both to remember they had an audience.

"My knight," Baldric looked on the verge of joyful tears, "Oh- Just look at you! My Darling, My Soldier-" he swallowed thickly as they parted, taking Reidar's violet hand in his own and putting his other on Reidar's shoulder, careful of where he knew it would probably still be sore, "Thank all that listens that at least this much of you made it home to me."

"You act as though you expected me to drop dead on the way from the train," Reidar joked, as he shrugged Baldric's hand off from his shoulder. He wasn't quite ready to confront that change with him yet.

"It was but a month ago I received word you were in hospital half dead from an infection earned in the heat of battle. There's not been a day I haven't worried for you since," Baldric squeezed his hand, "But! Today is a day for celebrating. Not for getting stuck in that particular bog again. Come, Come. Your rooms have already been prepared, but i demand you let me show you about this dreary old place before the feast."

"A feast?" Reidar followed h through the doors as the entourage was dismissed with a wave from their king, "How much are you spending on this? Truly there was no need for so much fan fare."

Baldric guffawed and through his arm over Reidar's shoulder an easy task considering the near foot of height difference between them, pulling him close as they walked. "Did that showing disatisfy you my dear?"

"Thats not what I said-"

"Then I've spent hardly enough on welcoming not just this castles newest general, not just my lover, but a war Hero! You know that's what you are right? That's the reception you deserve."

"I'd hardly say I'm much more than any other soldier."

"And I'd never call you a fool, but you do act it sometimes," Baldric teased and pressed a kiss to the highpoint of his curling horn.

Baldric whisked him down the halls, ducking in and out of various rooms as he prattled on about this or that. Never once did he stop touching Reidar during the whole ordeal, always leaving a hand to stray across Reidar's back or to rest on his shoulder or to tangle their fingers together as they found some new corridor to explore.

Reidar could tell their path wasn't random or as meandering as it might have seemed, Baldric had that light in his eye that meant he was up to something. Searching something out within this ornate maze.

They come to a small space tucked down a servants path. It was more a nook made by the mismatch of a few expansions than it was a room proper. It's entrance being recessed and hidden as it was.

It was barely large enough to fit the small table and pair of chairs that had been set beside it's narrow window.

Baldric sighed heavily when he saw the space empty, drawing back out and almost turning before Reidar caught him by the sleeve.

"Would you at least tell me what we're looking for?" Reidar asked.

"Maskota. He's usually so quick to come greet our guests," Baldric sighed, "He's been out of sorts the last few days, but I'm sure he's just found a nice place to nap. We'll find him soon."

"I know we've joked about this before, but are you sure he's your husband and not your cat?" Reidar hoped to lighten his spirits with the prod, even as some anxiety began winding itself up within him, "But, you're certain he's ok with me being here, right?"

"Of Course! Me taking a lover while away on campaigns was his idea, and he's never had much qualm with my other lovers over the years. I think the worst thing he's ever had to say against any of them was that Bernard's perfume gave him headaches. He's just You know, Maskota. He has his reasons I'm certain of it!" Baldric rambled, wringing his hands and not meeting Reidar's eye.

Reidar held his tongue for a moment, letting the king in front of him sweat, Baldric had his half truths, Reidar knew that, but this one felt higher stakes than those that had come before.

"Please don't look at me like that, my darling."

"Look at you like what?"

"Like you can read my mind."

"I promise I can't. If I could I'd know why you're keeping something from me."

"It's nothing you need to worry about. Maskota was just anxious about something a bit silly. It's ... Colored his view of you somewhat. But that doesn't matter. As soon as you two finally meet he will love you just as much as I do," Baldric had so much nervous hope painted in the fine lines of his face that it made him look decades younger, "And you'll love him too, I just know it."

"Are you going to be ok if we don't get along?" Reidar asked carefully. He hoped they would, but with what he had heard about Maskota from even Baldric himself made it feel like the chances of them being more than amicable acquaintances were very very low.

"Of course! Of course. You two are your own men, you can do whatever you please. But... I will admit I have fantasies that won't come to pass if you two aren't at least a little fond of eachother. So maybe I am being, well, me and attempting to weigh the odds a bit."

Reidar quirked a brow at him. It had been months since they were last in the same room with no one to observe them... Perhaps talking fantasies would be a way to warm Reidar up to the idea of 'being fond of' Maskota. "Will you tell me of these 'Fantasies' then?"

"Yes! I'm glad you want to hear. There's this corner in Maskota's garden, It's the most beautiful place in the entire world I'd wager. I'd love to have a picnic with you both there on a sunny day. Oh! and you both love horses so much, we need to all go for a ride in the woods just south of here-"

Reidar's grin turned to giggles as the king rambled on with so much enthusiasm and gusto, until Reidar was cutting him off with a kiss. Short and shallow but lingering I'm the way it left them both smiling quietly to themselves. Reidar leaned his head on Baldric's shoulder, and Baldric once again wrapped him in his arms.

"I love you," Reidar said against the side of Baldric's neck.

"I love you too, but I'm now realizing those weren't the sort of fantasies you expected me to share, were they?"

"They weren't. But I'm glad you did. I'll do my best to befriend him, so that you can have them come true."

"You could kill me with how gleeful those words have made me." Baldric held him a little tighter.

Reidar turned his head just slightly to press his lips to his lover's neck. The moment was sweet, the air calm, and the room private, why shouldn't they take this opportunity to sneak something quick in like they had many times before?

Reidar knew he had a private room now, and that Baldric would probably welcome him in his. There were no barracks for Reidar to return to before he was missed, no draft biting through the thin fabric of their tent. They had time now, security too. There was no need to be sneaky and quick about their affections, but as Baldric took the hint and let his hands trail down along Reidar's back to grope the firm muscle of his rear beneath the layers of his clothes, Reidar didn't care about there being a 'need' for any of this. It could just be a thrill with no fear to taint it now.

Reidar pulled back to catch the king in a more full kiss, open mouthed and wet, as he crammed his hand between their bodies to seek out the fastens on Baldric's trousers.

"Your Majesty!" a voice called from up the hall. Infuriating in its existence, questionimg in its tone, "Are you here? You are needed urgently in the throne room."

Baldric grimaced, Reidar glared in the direction it had come from.

"Duty calls," Baldric sighed. "You remember where my rooms are, yes? Be in my bed when I'm done so that we may continue this before the feast, but don't expect me soon. Explore for a bit, make yourself at home. Ok?"

"Yes sir," Reidar stole another kiss before stepping back to let him bustle past and towards the caller.

Reidar gave himself to the count of 30, readjusting his cloak to once again properly hide the stub of his arm. Straightening out his collar, and generally fussing as he let his frustration piddle out. It wasn't the first time they'd been interrupted, it wasn't even the worst time, but still.

He stepped from the small room and wandered back down the corridor until he was once again in one of the main halls. Vaguely he recalled how to get to his room from here, but still the task of navigating the grand and open spaces was daunting when he felt he looked so out of place within them.

He was dusty from his ride, still wearing a well worn pair of soldier's boots and the plain garb of a man who'd long since given up everything he had to serve in an army that had no use for a wrong armed swordsman. Even the maids bustling about on their day's labors wore silken bonnets and lacy ribbons, while he looked like a very lost beggar.

All the courtiers and maids and what not gave him a wide berth as he trudged to his room. All but one.

A stunning man with ivy green skin and hair like spilt ink knocked right into him. Their shoulders colliding as the mess of gold jewelry and flowy translucent silks failed to divert from his path.

"Oh- I'm so sorry-" the man apologized as soon as they both came to a stop, "I was just distracted looking for someone," he clasped his hands in front of him, his fingers heavy with rings and ornamental claw covers, and bowed his head in apology, heavy as it must be with the lightly jangling jewelry hanging from his swooping carved horns.

"Yeah?" Reidar asked, already having a feeling who it is he might be talking too, "Maybe I can help you find them."

He seemed a fool and vain as they come, but pretty, and polite enough Reidar could put aside his unobservant nature to begin working towards a friendship with him.

The man grinned, even his fangs were capped in gold, and it didn't reach his lilac eyes, "Thank you, mister. I'm looking for my husband's new toy. About yay tall-" he held out his hand at about a head shorter than Reidar actually was, nearly naval level on the willowy mess of opulence, "And he's supposed to be a skilled soldier, a Captain even, but I hear he couldn't even win a little scrap. Lost his arm to it and everything. He has a name I'm sure, but My dear only ever calls him something very rude when he speaks of him."

Oh, so he's going to be like That, Reidar thinks to himself bitterly.

"It's nice to meet you too, Maskota." Reidar fakes a smile equal to the one Maskota has plastered on his thin face, "Names, Reidar. Your husband definitely knows it considering how often I've made him scream it."

"Funny," Maskota let the act drop, his lips pursing as he stands to his full height, looking down his nose at Reidar when he does. "I will be frank with you soldier boy. I was here first. I'm the one he's married too. I get last say on whether you stay or get kicked to the street. Understood?"

"Funny," Reidar mimics, "That a man given to him as a pet has so much confidence."

"I'm his Husband."

"Keep telling yourself that, pet," Reidar spat. " And keep acting so big and I'll bring you down to size. I may be down an arm, but I doubt you would be much trouble with how much you've mutilated yourself to be pretty enough for him."

"I don't need to stoop to fighting in the dirt to be free of you, gnat," Maskota snarled, "Count your hours here, you won't be having many."

He stepped around Reidar, clearly planning on sashaying off like a man with dignity, but Reidar couldn't care to stop himself from stomping on the fine silk train of his dress, making him stumble and nearly topple, and hopefully leaving a boot stain on the fabric.

Maskota yanked his skirt free with a huff, not even bothering to glare at him as he stormed of once more.

Reidar felt it right the whore would have pretty diaphanous wings with so much decoration pierced into their clipped membrane that they looked useless for flight now. Of course the air head would ground himself to try and hold onto what should have never been his.

Reidar decided then and there. He could be cordial when Baldric was looking, Baldric deserved that much after dealing with that bitch for this many years, but as soon as his back was turned all bets were off.

He hadn't planned to be a homewrecker, but a man has to do what he has to do.

[allexday]

Can you write some Jean from aot & fem reader

Pretty Thoughts

Pairing - jean kirstein/reader

Contains; yandere themes, mentions of passing out, very light yandere, in love jean, soft pining

Note; I hope this is alright! I didn't get into really good yandere bits, I just started writing and it ended up as more of an introduction of their relationship. I'm sorry this isn't super yandere, but I hope it's a nice read for you anyway :)

The morning heat warmed your skin, the sun gently kissing the marks on your arms as drops of sweat glistened down your temples. The dirt that coated your white pants and brown boots now stained your hands and face, leaving behind evidence of your exercise and hard work.

The training field was full of moving bodies, the cadets all exercising while using different workout techniques and regimes. The few that weren't paired with another and doing hand-to-hand combat training—a so-called useless activity and requirement—were doing a variety of different activities.

Some were doing push-ups, burning the muscle in their arms and shins, while others were doing solo situps, working out their abs and core. A couple of people were sprinting around the fenced-off area, getting in their cardio and moving quickly under the relentless sun. You were one of those few.

After forgetting the number of laps you had already made, the burn in your feet and ache in your lungs begged you to take a break. And with that you collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily as your body struggled to intake enough air to keep you conscious and alive.

Your hair was sprayed out, a complete mess to compliment the wrinkled and dirtied fabrics of your clothing. The bubbles of black that sprinkled your vision and buzz of white in your ear silenced the hustle and noise of the other cadets in the training field, leaving only you in your mind as you stared up at the blue, cloudless sky.

This is what you get for slacking during training yesterday.

"You alright there, babe?"

A person appeared in your vision as a smooth and deep voice flooded your ears. You blinked to see if the handsome face would go away, but he still stood there, a concerned look pulling on his features. You let out a long sigh, his appearance having had pulled you from your thoughts and slowly approaching sleep.

It was as you returned to reality that you noticed the hand he had outstretched to you. You grabbed it, taking note of the rough callouses, and allowed him to pull you up with his strength. Now being placed on your feet once more, you noticed how tall he was, and how broad his shoulders were.

"So, are ya alright?" He voiced once more, his hazel eyes looking over your face and form to spot any injury. You simply blinked at him for a few more moments, allowing yourself to adjust to your surroundings once more. "Yeah, thanks,"

You felt very dizzy.

"Woah woah," He caught you as you almost collapsed, securing you in his arms. "Liar," He scuffed, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was more worried than annoyed. "I'm gonna take you to the infirmary, yeah? Try to stay awake, stupid,"

He lifted you up into his arms, one arm securing your back while the other held you under your knees. You nuzzled yourself closer to his body, shielding your eyes from the burning hot sun. He smelled like the comfort of oak wood and a forest after rain, which aided in lulling you to sleep.

You awoke later beneath white thin sheets, your feet sore and your head pounding. Surprisingly, your throat did not feel dry. Someone had helped you drink water sometime in between your conscious and unconscious states. You squeezed your closed eyes before opening them slowly, adjusting to the hazy lighting filtering in through the windows.

"Careful," That voice. There it was again.

You titled your head, rolling it over on the plush pillow to look to your side. You spotted the same guy as before, getting a more clear look at him now that you weren't on the verge of passing out. He was pretty.

"Hey,"

"Hey," He chuckled, looking down at you with warm eyes. "You feeling better now?"

You blinked at him, studying his features. "Who are you?"

He seemed surprised by your question. "Jean. Jean Kirstein. I thought you knew me,"

"No, I haven't seen you before," You mumbled, resting back into the bed. It was softer than the one given to you in the girls' barracks. "I would've remembered you,"

He smiled, a charming look flirting in his eyes. "Is that so?"

You glanced at him before snorting, rolling your eyes. He immediately dropped the smile, almost offended. "Hey, what's that for?"

"I didn't mean it like that, idiot. I just meant that horse face of yours isn't exactly forgettable,"

He gaped at your words, clearly insulted. "Excuse me? This is the thanks I get for helping you?"

You suddenly remembered the incident from before. You reached a hand up, pulling it out from underneath the covers and holding it up to where he sat beside the bed. "Thanks,"

Jean looked at you for a few moments, not able to stop the smile from forming on his face. He took your hand in his, shaking it. "Y/n, right?"

"Yeah, that's me," You answered, deciding to try and sit up. "How'd you know?"

He tensed up at the question as if he wasn't prepared for you to ask it. He stumbled over his words a bit, unsure of how to answer. "Oh just, well, I saw you during the lineup the first day. I'm good with faces and names, I guess,"

You giggled at him, making his cheeks heat up a warm red. "Don't hurt yourself now. It was only a question,"

"I... I wasn't," He mumbled looking off to the side.

Jean stayed with you for the rest of your time in the infirmary, which was only a few more minutes before the nurse checked you out. Apparently, you were dehydrated and barely escaped having a heat stroke. The nurse mentioned how kind Jean was to skip out on meal time to come to check up on you, but he insisted that it was only so he could avoid his cleaning duties.

Jean had been worried about you all afternoon, ever since he watched you collapse during training. He'd never tell you that, of course. He also lied about knowing your name. He couldn't give a shit about all the other idiots trying to play solider. But it'd be hard to ever forget your face.

You and Jean naturally grew closer after that, becoming more aquatinted with each other as the training days went by. He was a fun and flirty guy, who'd always tease you with an arm over your shoulder or around your waist. Although you knew about him being overprotective, you had no idea the glares he'd send guys who checked you out or the people he's beaten to a pulp for talking about you.

He thinks about you all the time. You haunt his dreams at night and appear in all his thoughts during the day. He's friendly with others, but he doesn't save seats for anyone else. He only sneaks extra meals for you, and he only sets up nice picnics by the oak tree you two visit for you. He doesn't sneak out at night with anyone else, risking punishment for precious memories of hearing your sweet laugh and feeling your hand in his.

It's clear to everyone he's in love with you. Everyone but you.

He gets angry sometimes, knowing that you're not his. Because although you talk with him the most, fall asleep with your head in his lap, and go to his barracks to stay up all night talking, you're not his. He hasn't kissed your sweet lips yet. He hasn't felt you tremble in his arms from the pleasure he gave you. You haven't hugged him tightly, mumbling notions of love to him.

Not yet, at least.

No, to you he's just a friend. It's torture for him, but he knows it'll change one day. It will.