#Sorry I don't know the words I love everyone

[multiversediaries]

at last

bucky barnes x reader

summary: after months apart, bucky finally came home.

warnings: soft!!!!!! soft buck!

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“y/n? i’m back." you heard someone say loudly. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. you lived alone, well, sometimes. you were james barnes' wife. you had met him a long time ago, you were always there for him, and he was deadly in love with you. he cared so deeply about you. if something were to happen to you, he'd lose his mind. which is why he decided to hide your marriage, to keep you out of danger's way. you walked towards your front door, wondering who it was. your eyes light up as you saw your husband standing in front of you.

"hey, doll." bucky said smiling, genuinely smiling, as he took you into his strong arms. behind him, were the avengers, all of them. they were currently in a mission, that was supposed to take a while, which was the reason you were so surprised to see your husband back at your shared house.

"what's happening?" you heard tony say, confused at the sight of you two. you giggled a bit, pulling away from your hug. bucky smiled at you, taking in how gorgeous you looked. he wrapped his hand around your waist.

"i'm sorry i didn't let you know in advance, but we needed a place where we couldn't be tracked." bucky said, his voice as soft as always. you noticed the confused faces whilst your husband spoke to you as he has always done, soft and incredibly sweetly. you nodded, softly humming in response, a big smile planted on your lips, understanding him.

"alright, robocop, spill. where are we and who's the lovely woman?" tony asked, making your cheeks flush softly. you heard bucky sigh. you rubbed his back gently.

"she's bucky's wife, tony." steve said, gaining your attention. you smiled at him, he chuckled at you. "it's nice to see you again, y/n." he said, leaning over to hug you. you instantly hugged him back, squeezing him gently. steve was present at your wedding. you couldn't help but smile at tony's reaction. everyone always reacted the same way about your marriage to james. it sometimes made your heart ache. because how could so many people think that he's unloveable?

"wife?" natasha spoke in surprise, as you looked at her. you knew nat. you were a widow. you escaped a few years after she did. you gave her a hug as well, glad to see she was doing well. "you didn't tell me you got married. i must admit, my feelings are hurt." she sad, pouting, you laughed.

"it was my idea. i just- i didn't want her in any danger." bucky said, as you looked back up at your husband. you smiled at him, his hand tracing circles on your skin. natasha nodded.

"well, come inside." you said softly, walking into your living room, everyone following behind you. they all took seats around your couch. you walked up to your bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit, as you saw some of them were injured.

"everything alright?" you said gently, as you sat across from tony, who had a few cuts on his face. bucky stood by the door frame, as he watched you.

"it just got complicated." steve said, sighing. you nodded, not wanting to intrude. you began cleaning tony's wounds, earning a few hisses from him. you tried to be as gentle as possible.

"i'm sorry, i just don't get it." tony said, breaking the silence, looking at you. you tilted your head in confusion, as you applied a band aid on his small cut. "how can someone like you be married to him?" he asked cockily. you laughed a bit at his words. you knew tony and bucky were not in a good place, after all, the winter soldier was responsible for his parents' deaths. but that wasn't bucky's fault.

"because you only know the winter soldier, but i know james barnes." you simply said, moving onto clint's injuries. bucky couldn't help but smile at your words. that was something he loved about you, how unashamed you were to love him. even after everything he had done, you wouldn't leave his side. he felt so undeserving of you.

after cleaning all of their wounds, you prepared some food for them. you wanted to help as much as you could, and it just felt so nice to have people around. you didn't have many friends apart from bucky, steve and natasha. you smiled as you watched the avengers dine, talking over their mission as you cleaned the dishes. you felt someone's hand wrap around you. you smiled, almost instantly.

"i missed you, darling." bucky said, planting a sweet kiss to your neck. you smiled widely, turning around to face him. you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging his body close to yours.

"i missed you even more, barnes. have you been doing alright?" you asked softly, your hands now laying in his cheeks, caressing his gorgeous features. you had spent so much time apart from him. almost three months apart. you felt empty without your other half. he nodded, kissing your forehead.

"i'm okay. i just want to be here with you." he said softly. your hands ran to now caress his back, as you looked up at bucky.

"i know, baby. but they need you. and honestly, you need them too." you said, leaning up to kiss his jaw. he nodded, before planting a sweet peck to your lips. he walked back towards your dining table, and continued the conversation about their mission.

it was very late at night already. all of the guys were resting. you had a lot of empty rooms, so you were able to offer a room to every single one of them. you wanted them to be comfortable, after everything they had gone through lately. you yawned softly as you waited for bucky on your shared bed. he walked out of the bathroom, drying his wet hair on a towel. you smiled at him, you couldn't believe he was back. he sat by the end on the bed and just looked at you. you smiled at him, before standing up, to help him off his prosthetic arm.

"it's alright, doll. maybe i should keep it on." he said, staring up at you as you stood right in front of him. you placed both your hands on his face.

"you're home, buck. you're safe." you said lightly, earning a shaky breath to leave his mouth. he wrapped his arms around your hips, hugging you. your hands ran to his soft hair, before planting a sweet kiss on his head.

"for the first time in a while, i was scared, y/n." you heard bucky say, you listened to his every word, as you played with his hair. "i was terrified of not coming back to you." he said, his arms tightening around you, earning a frown from you.

"james.." you said softly, trying your hardest to find his eyes. he was scared, you could tell. you wonder what had happened to have him this shaken up.

"it's just so much worse than we thought.. i'm not sure we'll be able to do something about it." he said, now looking up to meet your gorgeous eyes. you sighed softly.

"you'll be okay, my love. you will all be okay." you said, as you felt his hands pulling you even closer to him, as if he needed to feel you close. "i don't know the extent of what's happening, but i do know one thing. you guys are the earth's mightest heroes. it's alright to have doubts, but don't let them control you. you may not know what to do right now, but you will soon enough." you said, one of your hands running to his check to caress his beautiful face. "we all need a break sometimes. take this time to rest, and reflect. and a solution will come to you. but for now, rest, baby." you finished. he sighed and nodded. you always knew what to say.

"gosh, doll. i have missed you so much. being apart from you is torture." he said, now letting go of your waist. you smiled widely, kissing him lovingly, before helping him take off his arm. you placed it on the case and walked back to him, you placed a kiss to his shoulder, climbing back to bed once again.

bucky followed you to bed, laying his head on your chest. your hand ran to his hair, your fingers getting lost into his brown hair. bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you as close as he possible could. you placed small kisses to his head and forehead, as your gentle giant fell asleep peacefully in your arms.

at last. he was home.

[logans-whore]

Logan comforting you.

I know I have requests pending and I swear I'm working on them. But my mom and I got into a really bad fight (I say fight, but it was her lecturing me and me trying not to cry after a 12 hour work day.) Sorry for the trauma dumping, but I desperately needed to write something with Logan comforting you, because I'm in desperate need of that man loving me right now. Or anyone loving me, really.

Logan knows your home life isn't the best. While you can't say it's abusive, or physically hurtful, he sees how it drains you. See how when everyone's eager to get home, you drag your feet. And it makes his blood boil, because you're his girl, damnit, and he'd rather die than see you upset or hurting. But he bides his time, not wanting to push you.

But when you show up on his doorstep, eyes rimmed red, and lips quivering as you mumble, "She wouldn't stop yelling," he won't lie and say he didn't see it coming.

But he lets you in anyways, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Hush now, stop crying. Why don't you sit down and tell ol' Logan about it, hm?" He soothes you, like he would a bird with a broken wing.

He listens to you explain how you came home exhausted and how your parents wouldn't stop nitpicking you for the smallest things, and kept talking over you, never let you get a word in, guilt tripped you, and you're trying, Logan, you really are, but it's never enough.

He'd soothe you so gently too, calloused hands pushing hair out of your face and rubbing tears off your cheeks as you speak, listening to you talk.

He'd be such a good hugger too, letting you curl into his side and cry your heart out, stroking your hair, pressing kisses to your temple. He'd hold you tight, arms like a weighted blanket.

He wouldn't fix things, not unless you ask him to, and he'd just listen. Chiming in with a "Motherfucker!" Or "That son of a bitch said what?". It'd make you giggle, just a little through the tears, and that makes it all the more better.

He'd tell you he knows you're trying, knows you're doing your best, knows that you'll get through this, and he'll be there for you all the way.

[akookminsupporter]

Hobi’s phonecall with Jimin and Jungkook

🐿️ I'll call you when I'm done.

🐥 Hyung, happy birthday!

🐿️ Thank you!

🐥 Please tell everyone that I really miss them. Hey, Jungkook! Come here!

🐿️ Jungkook, Jungkook, are you there too?

🐥 We're here together.

🐿️ Of course. Make sure to tell him we're live.

🐰 What's up?

🐰 What's up? *satoori*

🐿️ What's up? *satoori* I'm live right now, live.

🐰 Are you live? *satoori*

🐿️ *laughs*

🐰 Can you hear my voice? *satoori*

🐿️ I can hear you.

🐥 Hyung, is this on speakerphone?

🐿️ This is on speakerphone too.

🐥 Everyone are you ready to hear so many stories? *laughs*

🐰 *something*

🐥 There are so many, so many stories I really, really want to tell you. There are really many stories that the two of us have made together.

🐿️ I heard some too and they were really funny. It really made my stomach hurt from laughter.

🐥 I don't know how much I can tell you.

🐰 If we tell you very seriously, we're worried you may go elsewhere.

🐥 I don't know if we can tell them that much.

🐿️ Ah.

🐥 We wanted to be careful and that's why we hadn't come to see you all, but we really do miss you. And Happy Birthday to our hyung.

🐿️ Thank you. Really, thank you.

🐰 Jwahope!

🐿️ Jyaykay!

🐥 The thing is that I'm 31yo now.

🐿️ You're 31yo?

🐥 Yes, hyungnim, my whole body has started to ache.

🐰 For me, I only have 6months left of my 20s.

🐿️ Your 20s are what?

🐰 I only have 6months left of my 20s.

🐿️ How old are you, are you 29yo?

🐰 I'm 29yo.

🐿️ Really?

🐰 Yes.

🐥 Isn't that nuts?

🐿️ *laughs*

🐥 Jungkook is 30yo next year.

🐿️ Wow, really. Time really flies by.

🐥 Right?

🐿️ Yeah.

🐥 Hyung, I have to start losing weight now.

🐿️ You'll just lose weight naturally.

🐥 *something something * 8-9kg heavier.

🐿️ You gained 8-9kgs? How much are you now? That must be muscle actually.

🐥 I don't know.

🐿️ Really?

🐥 67.8 or so.

🐿️ Is that so.

🐥 Yes.

🐿️ 67.8, that's healthy.

🐥 I'm bulky.

🐿️ Bulky? *laughs*

🐿️ "Bulky", I haven't heard that word in a while, "bulky". That kind of word.

🐥 Bulky. And Jungkook is huge.

🐿️ He's huge?

🐥 Yes, huge.

🐿️ *something something*

🐰 Please look after your health!

🐿️ Okay, I will! Let's meet up if you come back out.

🐥 Yes, I love you!

🐿️ Okay!

🐰 I love you too!

🐿️ Me too!

🐥 Okay!

🐿️ Okay!

[TN: A couple times I couldn't quite make out what they were saying so I just put in "*something something*". Sorry about that! 💜]

Translation: @/ryuminating

[hug-me-hard-so-i-dont-forget-you]

As soon as Buddie becomes canon I want to see ALL the domestic moments between them:

Eddie jolts awake from a nightmare (about Shannon or his time in combat) and Buck just rolls over and holds him tight, foreheads pressed together, whispering calming words until he falls asleep.

I don't think they'd have pet names. Other than when they're teasing each other. But I do think someone (probably Buck) would try one out.

"Thanks babe." "Ew— what? No. Stop that." And that was the end of that. Yet (and Eddie would never admit this) he doesn't seem to mind certain terms of endearment during sexy times.

They still have their ✨kitchen moments✨, they're just cuter now. They talk about their problems while doing the dishes together, if one of them is doing something like chopping vegetables or stirring a pot the other most likely has their arms wrapped around them from behind with their chin on their shoulder, one of the cabinet doors is now broken due to being shoved into it while making out one too many times.

Buck LOVES when Eddie speaks Spanish. Whether it's first thing in the morning in a groggy voice or shouted at him during a fight. And Eddie has learned to use it to his advantage, getting Buck to do things by buttering him up in Spanish. Though he could literally just be reciting the Pledge of Allegiance and Buck would never know.

So they start to do little daily Spanish lessons. Starting with words or phrases of the day on the way to work (think similar to when May and Eddie would discuss the word of the day). But Buck has a hard time rolling his R's and it just makes Eddie laugh and stare at him fondly. One time he was so amused that he pulled a Fez from That 70s show: ("You know how Fez sometimes rolls his R's? Well that's what he did in my mouth!") and smirks, saying "Do it more like that." and Buck is stunned silent for a full minute. Eddie gets out of the car, opens Buck's door and had to unbuckle his seatbelt before Buck realizes where he is.

Whenever one of them is fuming from a fight with their parents the other pushes them down into a chair or the couch and stands behind them to rub their shoulders

One day Buck accidentally grabs the wrong 118 shirt and ends up wearing 'DIAZ' on his back all day and once he realizes he starts to strut around with a proud grin. Since then, he starts to purposely wear Eddie's clothes to tease him, knowing full well that it gets Eddie all hot and bothered.

Buck also gets more handsy at home since they're not allowed to show PDA at work. Sometimes he literally waits until the second they've stepped foot off the 118 property to grab Eddie's ass.

When Buck starts spiraling, going on and on about how he's not good enough and that's why everyone leaves him, Eddie will just subtly place a hand on his thigh or lower back. And it usually immediately calms him down.

If Buck can't sleep Eddie will wake up in the middle of the night and find him baking in the kitchen. He just sits at the table watching him, asking quietly, "Do you wanna talk about it?" Sometimes he does and other times Buck just shakes his head. So, while in comfortable silence, Eddie measures out the ingredients and hands them over when needed.

Eddie is embarrassed about just how many times he's tried to reach for something on a high shelf, tippy-toes and all, only to have Buck either lift him up so he can get it OR grab the item and hold it captive until Eddie gives him a kiss.

Very dramatic declarations of love or betrayal:

"I can't believe this." "Buck..." "I thought you loved me." "I do." "I once saw a long life together in the future. Now I'm not so sure..." "Okay, I'm sorry I watched the new episode without you!" "...I'm gonna need a minute."

"Buck, have I ever told you how goddamn perfect you are?" "Maybe. Might as well say it again. ☺️" "I'm serious. You can do nothing wrong and anyone who says otherwise can fight me." "Okay calm down. Do you fall in love with everyone who gives you an orgasm and then cooks for you afterward?" "...yes."

[mushroomjar]

[Image Description: Screenshots of tweets from a twitter thread. It starts with a tweet from saccharinish, which says: "having alpha friends is so difficult because they'll act like an ally to your face then go and say stuff like this behind your back, i'm really upset rn, it's like our experiences and struggles don't matter at all". Attached to the tweet is a screenshot of two other tweets. The first one, by the user, lixyaoo, says: ""heat suppressants are only $30" ok why do i have to pay $30 for my heat suppressants but pheromone blocker injections for alphas are free at local pharmacies?" The second tweet is a quote-retweet of the first one by a user that's been censored. It says: "bc all omegas should have an alpha anyway (three rolling eyes emojis)".

The next tweet in the thread is by the user babydianxia. It says: "are u sure you're not just going into heat". saccharinish replies: "what makes you think it's okay to say that what the fuck"

The next tweet, by Ying'an yingan on, reads: "I swear they want to solve everything with a knot (pensive emoji)". saccharinish replies: "like i dont want your slimy knot i want free or at the very least affordable suppressants and fair salaries (sobbing emoji)"

The next are a series of tweets by multiple different users:

cucetinha69: Your friend is not wrong! Omegas are so emotional, that's why no one takes y'all seriously. I'm a beta but I'm sure an alpha would take me instead of any of you at anytime.

4TH BEAT HYPE!!: thats exactly why omegas should get with betas like me. we will never put you through this kind of disgrace and shame. and since we don't have ruts, you don't have to worry about having to deal with us during that period. please omegas consider us humble betas

caprisunbear: saying "all omegas should have a beta anyway" in 2025 lmao.. the erasure of betas should be studied

_syluswife: but if i say all alphas are just feral knotheads and need to be monitored like the government monitors my heat cycles, I'M the bad guy lmao

Uriel !! EvasNo.1Fan!!: seeing all the omega alpha discourse makes me glad i'm a beta cuz yeesh thats a lot.. alphas cant keep a knot in their pants (attached to this tweet is an image of a side eye emoji)

beer keg's bf: why block their username, let them be seen, alphas cant oppress us omegas forever

Babie_racoon: Can't expect anything from alphas (rolling eyes emoji)

Lemonshorkxd: dont be scared, give us the user (heart emoji) alphas need to know their place istg

1Funkyone: I'm in enemy territory.. whoevers name you censored is completely right. Give me the @ so i can go follow and make my timeline better. (Confused face emoji) I dont follow omegas.

FakeGamerGirl6: I think he's right. Us omegas need to find one and tie ourselves to them quickly. Find the richest and hottest you can and have his child. My mom always told me it's important to be a trad omega

British Vash: as an alpha i am so, so sorry that we are like this, omegas never deserve to be treated like that and its so disgusting to hear such words from a fellow alpha. i just wanted to say that not all of us are this cruel and i love and support you all! #omegapride (heart emoji)

CalamityTragedy: God the omega disregard has been getting so out of hand lately. Honestly, and dont attack me on this guys, sometimes i just wish i was presented beta instead (two persevering face emojis)

theachilleid: alphas can control themselves around omegas in heat and using the "instincts" excuse just perpetuates a lack of accountability amongst alphas. suppressing heats should be an omegas choice, society shouldnt pressure them into it for the comfort of alphas (i'm an alpha and 6'2 btw)

thelocalcryptid: knotheads always play the blame game its so tired

Simp: As a beta, it baffles me when alphas (and even some omegas) have this opinion. Like???? That shit should be free for everyone but especially omegas who are discriminated against

__OracleArt: Yall gotta pay for your heat suppressants???? That's dystopian, oh my god i am so sorry (disappointed face emoji) ours are free

whitenoface: I'll think I met an alpha who may Actually care about our needs, but they always end up saying stuff like that!

DoomStarrs: Its free to find an alpha to take care of you, omegas are always making their lives seem harder

EludusaLIVE: a real ally would buy heat suppressants for you and also give you $200 (rolling eyes emoji) omegas do so much for society and get nothing out of their hard work

yuri__incel: Honestly as an alpha people who say these things are embarrassing... (disappointed emoticon) its not the omegas fault they go through heat? #omegapride

Punkwife_: Its also free to go find home alpha to take care of it, in fact some alphas will even pay you to do it. But yall just wanna make your own lives harder. Same reason i dont take blockers or injections, omegas are free lol

AchillesUwU: Not all the alpha are like them (praying hands emoji)

OmegaIzukuu: I dont believe in suppressants or pheromone blockers. I'm happy to go through my heats as nature intended. You have no idea the harm that those suppressants do to your body and the blockers cause irreversible changes to your scent.

shoepie15: i'm gonna put alphas dni i swear to god

pillow__angel: they act like omega/omega or alpha/alpha couples dont exist, it's honestly so heteronormative of them it doesn't even surprise me anymore jfc, who says I have to go with a big dumb alpha, what if I want another omegaaaa

lumiigloom: @ lsmemes77 listen and learn. i know you're beta passing but this line of thinking is so dangerous... honestly i think you should delete your 4knot account and go to some omega seminars with me, i can't let you go down the alt-alpha pipeline.

nico di angelo of shedtwt he/him: mfs who say shit like that aren't real alphas smh. real alphas support omega rights, heat suppressors should be free too if our blockers are free

iibi_Lun: Alphas and omegas are so annoying, blah blah blah you guys need to stop squabbling about secondary gender and overthrow the billionaire ruling class (facepalm emoji) (rolling eyes emoji)

boycanine: Well, omegas are biologically meant to depend on alphas to relieve their heat. It's basic knowledge and any omega knows how their own body works, so I'm a little confused on this omega activist thing. As an alpha, I think we should all be friends and focus on important things.

SyllaReads: (all caps) I'm not cramping like a week every time for alphas to turn around and say this WTF

saccharinish, replying to SyllaReads: istg they only say theyre pro omega to get laid i hate them all

kalacs111: To be fair... Rut suppressants are 30$ too but no alpha ever uses them ofc (two rolling eyes emojis) its always "just run away" or "it makes my skin itch"

mostsane: as an omega you shouldn't expect any different from alphas which includes your alpha friends. its just their nature they cant control it they're not wrong if youre an omega you need to have an alpha or youre a whore...

beeblocks1: And heat suppressant studies r so behind pheromone blockers (sobbing emoji) omega rights have so far to go

Sherlock Holmes CAST Novrlisr: Um, seriously...? This is a ridiculous generalization to make. Of course an omega is comfortable grouping all alphas together (unamused face emoji) just because you had one bad experience with an alpha doesn't mean we're all the same (unamused face emoji)

Amber shizuku hinomori's valentine!!: I'm so tired of nonomegas speaking on our problems. You wouldnt understand!

Hellonootme: Rule no1. Alphas are never your friends

bayonetheart: Qrts are so weird. What makes these alphas think we want them for doing the bare minimum (three unamused face emojis)

Evealia: As an omega in the law field I feel great concern that this is not more widely spread information - please ask your local GP to apply you for the "cold shot" campaign. For 5$ you can get heat suppressants, nest sheets, pheromone patches 7 days before your heat. No leaving house

beefleafsex: Don't even need to censor it we all know who says this stuff (expressionless face emoji) (rolling eyes emoji)

saccharinish, replying to beefleafsex: i still want to protect her because i know this isnt her heart (three sobbing emojis)

rissiunicore, replying to saccharinish: (all caps) Her??? Oh yes I support women's wrongs

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witnessed a modern art performance

[mattsbrowser]

NUMB

| summary: you struggle with mental health and chris is always there to comfort you

| warnings: mental health, crying, mentions of struggling with eating, sh mentioned

if this story may trigger you please do not read, I will not be offended, your mental health is worth more than my writing/work getting likes or reblogs, i love you all<3

numb. It’s the only feeling you have. It was almost like all emotions were switched off, you try to feel something, anything - happiness, sadness, anger, excitement - but it's all just a dull, hollow sensation that refuses to shift.

you wake up every morning feeling like you're stuck in a never-ending fog, where nothing seems to penetrate the numbness that has taken over your entire being. you look in the mirror and see a blank, expressionless face staring back at you, a reflection of the emotional void that has taken up residence inside your mind.

getting out of bed feels like an insurmountable task, and the thought of facing another day fills you with dread. You often isolate yourself, avoiding social gatherings and retreating into your own thoughts, which only amplifies the feelings of loneliness and despair. The world around you moves on, but you feel stuck, trapped in a cycle of negative thoughts that tell you you’re not good enough. It’s a battle you didn’t choose, and each day feels like a struggle to find even a glimmer of hope.

Chris knew about it, he had to know. Your moods fluctuated from time to time, making it merely impossible to miss the obvious signs. He never said anything to you about it, until today. You sit on the cold tiles in the bathroom, 4am, the time reads. You sigh, leaning your head back against the tub and looking up at the ceiling. Numb, it's how you felt. ''Fuck,'' you whisper to yourself as your vision begins to blur. You lean forward into your knees, clutching them tighter to your chest as your cheeks tickle from each droplet of hope and guilt.

You would never say out loud how bad things were getting. You found yourself zoning out consistently, reaching for sharp objects in the hope someday you wouldn't have to hurt yourself physically just to feel something, always upset over nothing and barely being able to keep food down or just look at food and feel happiness instead of guilt or dread. Chris didn't know about it until he heard you throwing up in his parent's house after dinner, tear marks down your cheeks as he rocked you like a baby and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. That's the only thing he knew of, nothing else,

he wouldn't look at you the same.

He even noticed when you became pale and lacked the energy to do things you loved to do. ''Hey baby,'' he spoke, you mumbling a response. ''Do you want to go to the mall and do some shopping? I know you liked the new Hollister jeans last month'' he asks, a sort of light in his eyes you couldn't figure out. ''Mhm, Chris I'm not in the mood maybe tomorrow'' you groaned turning over to face away from him. He stays sitting beside you in the hope you'll say something else, but you don't, ''mk, sorry'' he mumbles, getting up to go downstairs.

You've felt this almost your whole life, numb, it became normal to you, you thought everyone felt this way, but no. You curl yourself up more, hugging your knees as close as possible and biting on your sleeve to try to muffle your cries. ''Y/n?'' an all too familiar voice croaks out. You pause, cheeks flushing red, Fuck, you think to yourself. ''what's wrong?'' he asks, kneeling beside you and placing a hand on your back, rubbing small, comforting circles.

But even as you felt his comforting hand on your back, a knot twisted in your chest. You wanted to tell him what you’d done, how you had fallen into that darkness again, but the words clung to your throat, heavy and suffocating.

What if he thought you was disgusting? What if he looked at you differently?

You shake your head in disapproval, ''Nothing Chris'' You reach a hand up to wipe your tears, head still tucked into your knees.'' Baby...'' he whispers, leaning on one of his knees. You sniffle, wiping your nose against your sleeve. The silence in the room feels suffocating, you couldn't tell Chris, not now, not like this. ''please talk to me, you know I love you'' he whispers gently, as if he would break me if he spoke any louder.

“Chris I—-” you choke on your words as you try to speak, lifting your head to look at him. Chris stays quiet, patient with you as you try to muster up the courage to tell him. “I—-” you take in a breath and close your eyes, your head slowly plonking back onto your forearms. “I relapsed” you whisper softly, in a tone of unhappiness. You were ashamed to say the least, you promised Chris you would never do it again. Here you were, the flashbacks from earlier were taunting.

The mess you made, the sobs that escaped your plush pink lips, you were embarrassed, disgusted and disappointed in yourself.

Chris stays silent for a moment, “y/n” he says in a slightly upset tone of voice. You sigh, tears welling at your eyes again. You knew Chris hated seeing you in such a bad state, he hated that he couldn’t help you fully and he never would be able to. It made you toss and turn each night knowing he would be awake anxiously pacing the room in order to keep you safe. He really did love you. “I’m— I’m sorry Chris” you choke out, small sniffles come from your nose. He moves closer to you and wraps both arms around you.

“Don’t ever apologise y/n” he says, leaning his head on your shoulder to whisper in your ear. “Relapse is all apart of recovery, it’s gonna be okay” he says, placing a kiss on your covered head. You begin to sob as his words. You never understand why Chris wanted to be with you.

How could anyone so gentle want to be with you? Why wouldn’t Chris leave if you were such a big hassle? Why why why?

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” He asks you in a soft tone. You lean into his embrace, “can we just stay here for a bit?” He cradles you close to his chest, “of course we can” he whispers, placing another kiss to your head. You close your eyes and cry into his chest. “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here” he strokes your head as small, silent tears fall from his face. He pulls you slightly away from his chest and looks into your eyes.

“I’m always going to be here, whether you want me or not, you’ll always have somebody proud of you and happy that you exist. Please don’t be afraid to talk to be baby, the last thing I want is for you to go through anything alone mk?” He says. You nod and wipe your face with your hoodie sleeve, your face contorts into sadness as you let out more sobs. “You’re gonna be okay, just please talk to me in the future, you can even text me or write a note instead of saying it okay?” He says again, pulling you in to cradle you once more. You nod against him.

“thank you Chris” you whisper. “Don’t thank me, i love you so much” he places another kiss to your head. After a while you fall asleep against his embrace. He carefully carries you in a bridal position and places you in your bed, tucking you in and placing your favourite teddy in your arms. He crawls in next to you and cuddles you from behind. “I love you y/n, and I am forever going to be proud of everything you do” he whispers in your ear before kissing it.

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[neobunnydoy]

Playdate | Kim Doyoung (M)

"You were a nervous wreck. Interviewing your boyfriend on camera was not something you ever thought you'd be doing. Especially when the world had no idea you were dating him.

But then again, you also never expected having his fingers inside you in a dressing room would calm you down"

pairing idol! kim doyoung x idol! fem! reader.

genre and content established relationship, fluff, smut mdni, fingering, and I think semi-public sex (they were in a dressing room so idk you decide).

word count 1.8k

author's note guys honestly this might be the first and last time I write smut I don't think I have the talent asdbfajbjeaka I just had to try it one time ig

Interviewing your boyfriend on camera was not something you ever thought you'd be doing. Especially when the world had no idea you were dating him.

Staring into the mirror, you tried to steady your breathing as the makeup artist's brush lightly swept across your cheekbones. You were about to film the second episode of Playdate, a YouTube show that took everyone by surprise. Including you. Originally, the company just wanted to test the waters with a pilot episode, unsure if the concept would resonate. But it did. Viewers loved seeing idols in high school uniforms, doing mundane activities, laughing like regular people. And you had to admit, the first episode went smoothly because it was with Joy, your close unnie since you were both under SM. But now, the stakes were higher. The show was officially a series, and the pressure to keep the momentum going was real. You had been excited... until you found out who today’s guest was.

Doyoung. Your boyfriend, Doyoung.

The company thought it was a brilliant idea to promote his new album by having him on the show, thinking it’d be “cute” to see him interact with his junior. Little did they know that you were much more than that.

Your stomach twisted at the thought. How were you supposed to act? Should you pretend you barely knew him? What if people noticed you were too comfortable? Were you even a good enough actor to pull that off? 

The thoughts spiraled, tightening in your chest as the makeup artist put the finishing touches on your look. “You’re all set,” she announced, breaking you from your trance. You mustered a small smile, nodding as she and the hair stylist left the room.

Your heart raced as you turned to the school uniform hanging neatly on the rack. The last piece to complete your look. Slipping into it would mean there was no turning back. After this, it would only be minutes before the shoot started. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You’ve got this, you told yourself. You’ve been on camera a million times before.

You started buttoning your shirt, but your fingers fumbled halfway through, leaving the top half undone as your mind drifted again. What if you looked at him too softly? What if he did that little smile that always made you blush?

A knock at the door startled you, pulling you back into the moment. You turned away from the door, panic rising. “Sorry, I’m changing! Just a minute!”

“It’s okay. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Your heart did a little flip as you recognized his voice, a smile breaking out before you even saw his face. You turned to see Doyoung standing there. Somehow, seeing him eased some of the nerves clawing at your chest.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you laughed. Doyoung stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. His familiar, sweet gummy smile eased some of your anxiety. His eyes quickly flicked to your half-buttoned shirt, lingering for a second before snapping back to your face. Seeing your nervous expression. “Still nervous?” he asked, his eyes softening as he took in your tense posture.

You let out a shaky breath. “Yeah… I don’t know what to do.”

Doyoung’s eyes lingered on your face, concern mixing with affection. He thought you were cute when you were nervous, how your brows knitted together and your lips slightly pouted as you toy with the buttons of your shirt.

His gaze drifted down to your fingers and half-buttoned shirt, revealing a hint of your lace bra. He immediately felt heat rise to his face. What the hell are you doing? She's nervous and you're being a perv.

He cleared his throat, his fingers brushing through your hair in a soothing gesture. “You got this,” he murmured, his touch grounding you when your thoughts felt scattered. “Just think of it like we’re getting paid to go on a usual date.”

You let out a groan, burying your face in his chest. “That’s exactly the problem.”

Doyoung’s chin rested on your head, his heart beating steadily against you. “I know you’re worried,” he began softly, his voice soothing. “But you don’t need to be nervous about this. Just be yourself. That’s what people love about you. You’re naturally funny, charming… and you make people feel at ease just by being you.”

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face so you were looking directly into his eyes. “I’ll be right there with you the whole time. If you feel overwhelmed, just look at me. It’ll just be us. I’ll help you through it.”

Your eyes softened, his words slowly sinking in, easing the knot of anxiety in your chest. “Yeah, I know I’m overthinking this, but I’m still nervous… maybe I should drink some tea or something.”

“What? My hugs aren’t working?” he teased, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back, sending a shiver down your spine.

You laughed, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. “They are. I just… I don’t know. I need more.”

His eyes darkened, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You need more?” His voice dropped, a teasing lilt dancing on each word as he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours.

You nodded, your heart fluttering as his gaze flickered down to your lips.

He closed the distance between you, his mouth capturing yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was soft at first, comforting and familiar. But the longer his lips moved against yours, the more urgency crept in. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through your body as his hands tightened on your waist. Slowly, his hand slid up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your skirt, sending a shiver through your body.

Your breath hitched, his touch igniting a fire that made you forget all about the cameras and the script waiting outside. The world fell away as he kissed you deeper, his body pressing you against the wall as his hand slid up your thigh. 

“Doyoung… people are outside,” you murmured between kisses, your hand weakly pushing against his wrist even as your lips continued to move against his.

He smiled against your mouth, his laugh low and teasing. “You said you needed to relax… then relax.”

His fingers teased along the skin of your thighs, until it started tracing the outline of your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

Your mind was foggy, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hands exploring your body. Doyoung smiled as he saw you closing your eyes, blissed out beneath him. 

His mouth traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses as his hands drew lazy circles, making you squirm against him. “Relax, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “I’ve got you.”

You felt your arousal begin to soak your underwear, the fact that it’s still there leaves you whining.

“Doyoung… please”

Doyoung pushes you slowly towards the dressing room table, sitting you down. He slips his fingers into your pants, slowly guiding them to where you want him most. Drawing soft gasps from your lips.

“So wet for someone so nervous”, he hums in your ear.

You bite your lips while doyoung continue to play at your folds again, tips of his fingers brushing against your clit. You were about to whine at his slow pace when you were cut off with him pressing a finger inside you.

His name left your lips in a breathy moan as his fingers were slowly thrusting in and out, “Not so loud, baby.”

You start to bite your lips to stifle your cries, looking up at him in hopes he adds another finger. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, kissing you slowly while thrusting another finger in and curling them in a way he knows you love.

The movement made his fingers brush against your most sensitive spot and has you rocking your hips along with his movements. Hands clutching the material of his high school uniform blazer to keep yourself steady. 

If it wasn’t for his lips on yours, your moans would’ve filled the room along with the sound of your arousal around his fingers.

“Doyoung–” your whine, “–I’m gonna.” “Let go, baby. I’m right here.”

With his words you felt the wave finally hit, you collapsed against him, his arms keeping you together. He held you through it, his touch gentle, grounding you as you slowly came back to reality.

After you finally caught your breath, you exhaled shakily, pressing your forehead against his. “I… I think that helped.”

He laughed softly, brushing his lips against yours. “Good. I’d hate for you to go out there all nervous.”

“Doyoung –”, He hummed as he pressed one more kiss to your lips. “– that wasn’t just for me, was it?”

He stopped kissing you, looking into you with a confused expression.

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Please. You were turned on the moment you walked in here.”

Doyoung’s ears turned pink, and his gaze dropping to the floor. “I mean… you looked good… and the uniform didn’t help,” he mumbled, his voice softening as his cheeks grew even redder.

You tried not to laugh. How was he this shy now, after giving you an orgasm in a dressing room of a TV station?

A smile spread across your face, warmth bubbling up in your chest. “You’re cute, you know that?”

His eyes shot up, his mouth opening and closing as his face turned an even deeper shade of red. “I-I… You were nervous–” he fired back, his voice a little too loud he gave his justification, “–I was trying to help”

You bit back a laugh, stepping down the table as you fixed the remaining buttons on your shirt.  “I know, thank you.” You leaned up, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek.

“I can accidentally bring this uniform home you know”

Doyoung stared at you, his mouth slightly open, eyes wide with disbelief. “I can’t believe this… You were a nervous wreck just a while ago, and now you’re the one teasing me?”

You shrugged, as you head out the door getting ready to standby for the shoot. “Yeah, well… my boyfriend just fingered me in a dressing room, so I’m not that nervous anymore.”

Doyoung watched you leave, his heart racing as he let out a long, defeated sigh. “I’m never going to survive this.”

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

been stalking your blog for a while and I just wanted to say I love your writing so much!! this is my time ever requesting anywhere so im sorry if anything's out of order.

is it possible for you to write something about a jealous g!p Donna with a withdrawn reader who was discarded by Mother Miranda?

Mother Miranda experimented on reader, accidentally giving them a form like a more dangerous vârcolac before deciding to hand them over to Donna once she was done since Alcina already has her daughters.

the reader is very withdrawn and usually spaces out and totally disassociates most of the time. but over time reader and Donna get closer because reader is very agreeable and likes to play with Angie.

one day, Donna and reader go to the castle for some reason and one of the Dimitrescu daughters (or Alcina) take an interest in reader and start relentlessly flirting with them.

this makes Donna go kinda crazy and she gets super jealous and possessive and decides she needs to knock reader up and show everyone who the reader belongs to.

no problem if you don't like the request or it's too dark or something, I hope you have a nice day!

Yess!!!! Thank you for your request, and sorry about the delay!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

A good girl

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, half-vârcolac! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, dark themes, dark Donna, Donna's POV

Word count: 8,052

Summary: She's a monster, just like me...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :)) Sorry if I didn't write for too many days, but it was my birthday and I wasn't able to do it... (yes, I was born on Valentine's day, how funny) Love you!!!

“Well, well, what's the matter? Why have you called us at this time of night?” my doll, Angie, asked, with a haughty tone that made me glance at her fleetingly as a reprimand. “I hope it's important.”

Mother Miranda raised her eyebrows, but the priestess ignored the comment, gesturing for me to come closer.

“Forgive her, Mother, I...” I tried to excuse her, but I was interrupted by a raised hand that told me, without words, that I should remain silent.

“Calm down, Donna,” the blonde said softly, shaking her head and smiling sinisterly. “I don't blame Angie for her curiosity.”

Silently, I nodded again as she walked towards one of the cages in the place, discreetly indicating for me to follow her.

“Mm,” she murmured, resting her hand on the lock of one of the cages. “Come closer,” she indicated with a vague gesture, as my vision cleared enough.

Slowly, I obeyed. I took one step and another and… Suddenly a metallic sound made me step back in fear. A creature lunged at the bars, clawing, scratching, tearing the air, trying to catch one of us.

“Madonna!” I screamed in fear, moving as far away from the cage as possible, listening to desperate growls, to the agonizing sounds of that beast.

Mother Miranda laughed amused, but cautiously moved away from the claws.

“This is my lastest experiment,” Miranda said with irony. “Or rather, my latest failure. Sometimes I think I should stop trying,” she added shaking her head, standing next to me. “What do you think?”

“I-It's a… a vârcolac, vero?” I whispered, without taking my gaze away from those fierce, bloodthirsty eyes.

“Mm, perceptive,” answered the blonde, nodding. “That's what I get for trusting Moreau…” she sighed, blinking petulantly. “I don't know why I bother.”

“Sorry, Mother, but… what do you need me for?” I asked, playing nervously with my hands.

“Well… I have to say that even though it was a resounding failure… there is something about her that has caught my attention.”

“Her?” I asked immediately, looking at the monster, which seemed tireless.

“Mm,” Miranda murmured. “I thought the transformation would be permanent, but it seems somewhat unstable,” she began to explain while I looked at Angie, who was equally confused.

“W-What do I have to do?” I asked, without taking my gaze off those terrible eyes, those fangs that wanted to chew our flesh.

“What you do best, dear,” she whispered, placing a hand on the lock and opening the cage. “Now!”

I stepped back in fear, watching the monster come out of its prison, lunging straight towards us. Fear began to take over me, but Mother was there, I couldn’t let her down. Without thinking too much, I reached out my hand towards the vârcolac just before I felt its claws on my dress.

The creature stopped with a moan of pain, resting its claws on its head, suffering terribly. It folded over itself as I focused all my powers on it, subduing it, or trying to, at least.

With a roar it stood up again, resuming its attempt to attack me, but it didn't reach me. Its monstrous gaze locked with mine, and without warning, the monster began to change.

The fur covering the beast began to retract, revealing pale, seemingly soft skin. Those bright eyes stopped being horrible and greedy, and became frightened . A soft, silky mane sprouted from its head and face, mutating into that of a young, beautiful girl...

The vârcolac disappeared, and the girl it transformed into collapsed in my arms with her eyes wide open before closing them. The weight of her body forced me to hold her.

“Look at that... it worked,” the blonde commented, cautiously approaching us and observing the unconscious young woman. “Excellent, Donna.”

I held the naked girl while Miranda checked her condition meticulously, indicating after a few moments, to put her down. I obeyed carefully, laying the girl down on the cold stone, unable to take my eyes off her body, her beauty.

It seemed almost impossible that such a terrible creature could hide something so beautiful, with such an innocent look. I was always an impressionable woman.

“Well,” Miranda sighed. “It seems that after all, her transformation is reversible. A curious advance, but unfortunately it doesn't help me much.”

“Who is she?” I asked, dazzled by that inert body.

“Mm, oh, well, don't worry about it, dear,” my savior replied, putting a hand on my shoulder. “She's just a young orphan who lived on the outskirts of the village. The Duke was tired of her stealing his stuff and I... well, how could I waste an opportunity like that?”

“What's going to happen now?” I asked again, bending down to brush a lock of hair from the young woman's face, to see her calm gaze, her soft breathing, the movements of her body.

“I've already taken out everything I had to take out of her. I guess I have no other option but to discard her and…” Miranda commented, walking towards her desk, but stopping talking when she looked at me, frowning. “Donna.”

“Mm?” I said, waking up from a curious dream, from an involuntary hypnosis, sitting up, somewhat nervous.

“I thought you would help me to get rid of her, but…” the blonde said, laughing sinisterly, with a suspicious glint in her eyes. “It seems you like her.”

“Cosa? Oh, no, io…” I said nervously, shaking my head, making the veil covering my face move, revealing my embarrassment.

“Come on, Donna,” she said, slurring her words and approaching me, stepping over the young woman gracefully, with contempt. “I can't blame you. She is a beautiful girl, isn't she?”

“Yes, beautifully monstrous,” Angie added, peeking out from behind my dress.

“Mm, that's it,” Miranda joked, making a knowing gesture to the doll. “The truth is that I have wasted time and resources on this little wolf… maybe discarding it would be a waste, don't you think?”

“I don't know, Mother,” I stammered, moving away from the girl and pretending not to be nervous.

“I'll give her to you,” the blonde said, arching her eyebrows.

“What?” Angie and I said at the same time, a response that seemed to amuse the priestess even more.

“Donna, my dear, I know very well how lonely you are in that big, empty house,” she justified herself. “I think you could really use some company.”

“I’m fine, Mother,” I replied, clenching my fists.

“Please, you and I both know that’s not true,” Miranda laughed, shaking her head. “I certainly wouldn’t want to waste another experiment.”

“T-Then send her to the castle,” I protested, crossing my arms, briefly lowering my gaze to the young woman. “I’m sure Alcina will be delighted to…”

“Alcina already has three wonderful daughters, dear,” the witch interrupted. “All my children have gladly accepted my gifts. You, my dear, are the only one who hasn't done it yet... besides, I've heard that they've been getting very close to your estate lately.”

“I've got it under control, Mother,” I whispered, darkening my hidden gaze. “They're not a problem.”

“I know, Donna,” she replied, downplaying it. “But she could be a good guard dog, don't you think?”

“Um, I...” I murmured again, starting to sweat without really knowing why. “W-Well, okay,” I finally agreed, without thinking too much about it.

Miranda nodded satisfied, taking a shabby dress out of a box and putting it on the girl, making me see that, from that moment on, she was my responsibility.

“(Y/N),” she said, just before walking out the door.

“Excuse me?” I asked, glancing at the unconscious girl.

“That was her name,” the woman murmured, looking at one of the papers. “(Y/N), 22 years old, villager…” she read, before tearing the paper with contempt and a sinister smile. “But I suppose you can name her whatever you like, she's yours now.”

“T-Thank you Mother,” I said unsure, before leaving the laboratory.

I was never used to gifts. In another time a gift used to be different; my doll Angie, a dress, new shoes… Certainly nothing that had to do with the girl I was carrying in my arms.

Loneliness always accompanied me. My parents, my sister made the days much more bearable for me, a girl with complexes about her appearance, a weirdo in a strange village. But if I ever had the illusion of living a normal life, that disappeared the day my world fell apart.

One by one, they all disappeared. My sister succumbed to her illness, my parents decided to throw themselves off the cliff… Did they ever care about me? They left me even more alone, almost as if I had jumped too, almost as if I had ceased to exist.

Maybe for a moment I thought that this was the best; to leave this world, to end it all, to make the Beneviento family disappear completely. It was a fleeting thought, but one that came back to me every time my sick mind reminded me how pathetic I was, how alone I was.

I never believed in the Black Gods, they never listened to my prayers, my pleas. I had nothing left, I owed them nothing. But, like a miracle I didn’t call upon, they seemed to hear my cries of pain, my madness.

Mother Miranda came, just before I ended my life, and offered me a gift. She offered me the family I had lost, to be someone important, to be something. In my agony I reached out my hand to her, wishing with all my might to be free of the poison I ingested, to give myself a second chance.

The gift of the Gods turned out to be much more terrible than I believed. The scar on my face, my useless eye, disappeared to give way to a horrible abscess that covered part of my face. My body changed, being manipulated by the Gods, giving me things I never asked for.

When I woke up, I was no longer Donna Beneviento, but Lady Beneviento, daughter of Mother Miranda, Lord of the village.

 It didn't take long for me to discover my powers, to know that I could finally instill fear in all those who once laughed at me. The changes and my deformity ceased to matter for a while, I enjoyed what the Gods gave me, I rejoiced in the pain I could cause to whomever I wanted.

My loneliness didn't disappear, but Miranda's gift could do many more things than I thought and so, Angie was born, the doll my father gave me was now my only company. She lived, she spoke, she was part of me. I thought I would finally stop being alone, but it wasn't true.

Making dolls and attending meetings with my siblings became routine for many, too many years.

Maybe I should thank Mother Miranda and the Gods, for that very different gift, that beautiful girl who rested in my arms. She was a monster, but so was I. I wondered if she ever felt the same as me.

“Let me get this straight, I mean, Mother Miranda does her experiments, and the ones that don't work for her are for us? Do we look like garbage cans?” Angie said, while I slowly placed the young girl on the bed in the guest room.

“Angie…” I whispered annoyed, covering the girl with the sheets. “It's a gift, don't be ungrateful.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” the doll mocked, jumping on the bed. “Here, my daughter, a vârcolac to keep you company, don't forget to take it out 3 times a day …”

“Will you shut up?” I protested, removing the veil from my face and blinking nervously. “She can be very useful.”

“Especially for you, right? I've seen the way you look at her,” the doll rebuked me, making me frown as I caressed that silky hair. “Listen to me, my Donna, she's dangerous.”

“I can control her,” I affirmed, I couldn't tell if as a response, or it was to myself. “Stop complaining.”

“Ugh,” the puppet protested, shaking her head. “This is a mistake, silly Donna, you'll see when...”

“W-What...” a hoarse, dark voice made us both look at the young woman, who squeezed her eyes shut, moving slowly.

I got up from the bed abruptly, studying each of her movements with caution. Angie was right, the look of that creature was still in my mind, as well as those growls were still in my ears.

“Shit, she's woken up…” Angie said, getting out of bed and hiding behind me again.

“What's going on?” the young woman's voice cleared and her frightened gaze locked with mine. No matter how hard I looked, there was no trace of that fury, of that creature.

The girl gasped not looking away from me, and backed away in bed, putting her knees to her chest.

“What now, huh?” Angie mocked, whispering.

The truth is that I hadn't thought about how to react.

“Y-You know… do you know where you are?” I asked, clearing my throat, cautiously, approaching little by little.

“Brilliant, Donna,” Angie mocked, causing me to move my arm back, to see if I could give her a warning blow.

The girl looked at me with dark eyes and slowly shook her head. Her whole body was shaking with fear, she was terrified and I… I didn't know what to do.

“Your name, do you know what your name is?” I asked in a more relaxed voice, the complete opposite of my heart, which was beating too fast.

The girl shook her head again, making a gesture of pain, looking at her hands.

“B-Blood… there, there's blood everywhere… I have to kill… I have to… No!” she stammered, gripping the sheets tightly. “I don't have to… I have to…”

“Hey, calm down, listen, I…” I interrupted, coming closer to hold her wrists, which she was shaking exaggeratedly.

“N-No, I just, I only see blood and death, just… just… you,” the girl said, stopping suddenly, looking at me scared. “I-I know you… I-I know who you are. Four Houses that dominate the village, at the service of the Gods…” she began to ramble, moving back and forth quickly, as if she were in a trance. “In life and in death… we give glory… Mother Miranda!”

“Hey, come on,” I said, trying to calm her down, without success. “Ascoltami…”

“Don’t… don’t… don’t touch me… A valley of mist, from where no one ever returns…” she continued murmuring, fleeing from my attempts to get closer. Maybe Angie was right.

“Stay still!” I yelled, losing my nerve, which made the young woman back away even more, terribly scared, covering herself completely with the sheets. “Cavolo!”

“Ugh, I see that your social skills are still as poor as ever, Donna,” Angie whispered, gaining enough courage to climb onto the bed again, walking towards the lump and knocking on it as if she were knocking on the door. “Knock, knock, weird girl.”

“N-No…” the young woman murmured.

“It's me, your friend Angie! The magnificent Angie! Don't you want to meet me? I'm a talking doll…” the puppet insisted as I slowly moved away, looking at the scene with curiosity.

“A… doll…?” she whispered peeking her head out from under the sheet slowly, looking at Angie with curiosity as the doll moved her hand in greeting.

���That's better, it's rude not to look at who's talking to you, you know?” the doll said, looking at me with a mocking gesture. “Don't pay attention to this silly Donna... she scared you, didn't she?”

The girl nodded, looking at me out of the corner of her eye, panic shining in her face.

“Forgive her, she can't help it, she has a very bad temper,” Angie whispered in her ear, making me sigh and cross my arms.

“Angie...” I hissed threateningly, catching the girl's attention again.

“Don't pay attention to her,” the doll said, sitting next to the girl, who seemed a little more relaxed. “Tell me, girl, do you have a name?”

“Yes... no... I don't know,” she answered, bringing her knees to her chest again. “This isn't a cage... am I not in a cage?”

“No, silly, you're at home, with us, we're your new owners, what do you think?” Angie asked, with her hands on her hips.

“Home...” the girl repeated, putting a hand on her belly. “My stomach hurts.”

“Are you hungry?” I asked in a soft whisper, trying not to lose my nerves.

She looked at me, but quickly looked away, as if she were afraid of me. Unfortunately, it didn’t surprise me.

“Oh, I'm sure you are,” the doll said. “Do you know that my Donna cooks very well?”

The girl didn’t move, she simply looked at me briefly again.

“I'm hungry,” she said, nodding.

“Oh, you heard it, silly Donna, go to make her something to eat,” she ordered, making me frown .“Come on, let's go.”

I snorted, clenched my fists, and resigned myself, leaving the room quickly, slamming the door. I really had no other choice. That girl was completely terrified, and I… and my appearance, didn’t help.

For some reason, Angie seemed to calm her down, so I decided to ignore my failure and, for once, obey the doll. I cooked, trying to calm myself down, repeating the same question over and over again: had it been a good idea?

“(Y/N), doesn't that name mean anything to you?” I heard Angie say as I entered the room with the food.

“Yes, I think so,” she answered, with a much more relaxed posture, without taking her eyes off the puppet.

“Of course, because it's your name, silly, (Y/N), do you like it? I can think of another one…” Angie joked, as I left the tray on the table. “Oh, dinner, eat, silly, eat.”

“I like (Y/N),” the girl said, getting a little closer to the food. “T-This doesn't smell like blood… it smells… good…” she commented, as I helped her put the tray on her lap. “Angie says you don't want to hurt me,” she told me directly, to which I sighed, shaking my head.

“Right,” I answered coldly. “As long as you behave,” I whispered afterwards, making it clear who I am. I’m a Lord, not a babysitter.

“I don't know what I have to do,” she murmured, unable to hold my gaze for more than three seconds. “I'm scared.”

“Easy, you're the new guard dog,” the doll said, to which I closed my eye and shook my head.

“Angie…” I sighed annoyed.

“G-Guard dog,” (Y/N) murmured while eating, letting me see something precious, something I would always remember: her smile. “It's delicious, did you make it?”

I nodded, smiling back, not at her words, but at her beauty, an overwhelming and mysterious beauty that made me shudder.

“Your duty is to protect the estate, to protect us, do you understand?” I insisted, making her smile fade. “Tell me you understand, (Y/N).”

“Y-Yes…” (Y/N) sighed, devouring the rest of the food. “I’m strong, I tear, I devour, I…” she murmured erratically again, putting her hands on her head. “I-It hurts…”

“Oh, yes, you are very strong,” Angie said, putting a wooden hand on her shoulder. “You like Donna's food, huh?”

She nodded with a tender smile, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

“It's better than animals,” the young woman said, with a different glow on her face. “There's no blood, no…”

“Well, behave and Donna will make more food for you, okay?” the doll said, extending her hand towards the girl. “It's a deal, right?”

The girl hesitated, but finally shook the doll's hand, thus beginning a very strange time in my life, in our lives.

Mother Miranda's experiments on (Y/N) took their toll on her. She barely had any memories of her past, only small fragments that appeared from time to time. Her mind had been corrupted by the instincts of the creature she had become, but it was impossible not to see humanity in her gaze.

I tried to communicate with her several times, but without success. I assumed that deep down, she remembered who I was; she knew I was dangerous. I didn't give it any importance. Nothing in the world could make me forget about my dolls, about my lonely routine.

Who am I kidding… everything was different in the house. Nothing could be the same with that girl walking, exploring, spending time with Angie.

(Y/N) was withdrawn, extremely shy, but the doll seemed to like her enough to make her smile. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of Angie. Those smiles had to be mine; she was mine, after all.

She ate, slept, read, played with Angie... that's how she spent the time. Of course, I didn't want to scare her and I didn't want to make her nervous. I knew that if I did, the vârcolac inside her would wake up.

After a few quiet weeks, I began to doubt her usefulness; I began to think that instead of protecting myself, I was protecting her.

I’m a Lord, I can protect myself, I didn't need a failed experiment to do it for me, or so I repeated to myself every night. But when I closed my eyes, I could only see her face, her smile... Any thought that involved getting rid of her disappeared with the light of her gaze, with the forced innocence she gave off with every step, with every question.

“What are you thinking, Donna?” I said to myself, daydreaming again, thinking about her, about (Y/N), about the beautiful girl who lived with me, and who seemed so unattainable.

I don't even know why she seemed unattainable to me… she was mine…

“Donna, Donna!” a screech pulled me out of my dolls, Angie.

The puppet came running to the workshop, annoyingly pulling at my dress, in panic.

“Cazzo,” I swore, dropping the needle and thread and pulling the doll away from my clothes. “Angie, basta!”

“You have to come quickly, Donna, intruders, intruders in the house” the doll said, gesturing for me to pick her up.

“Intruders? What about (Y/N)?” I asked, quickly getting up from the chair and running to the elevator.

“See for yourself,” the puppet said.

When I got to the top, already covered with my black veil, there she was, (Y/N), with her hands raised. In front of her, two men from the village, pointing a shotgun at the young woman.

“I repeat, weirdo, it's not you we're after,” one of them said. “Where's Beneviento?”

“Y-You can't hurt Donna, she's nice to me, she takes care of me,” (Y/N) answered.

“You shitty guard,” Angie commented, while I hid behind a wall. For some reason, I was very curious to know how it all ended.

“Nice?” the man with the shotgun said, laughing mockingly. “Who are you, her little whore?”

“I'm the guard dog,” (Y/N) hissed, lowering her hands and kicking the floor.

A laugh bounced off the walls, the two men laughed amused at the young woman's submissive attitude.

“Oddio…” I wailed, ready to intervene.

“You? Oh, how scary…” one of the men continued mockingly. “Come on, get out of the way, weirdo.”

“You're not going to hurt Donna,” the young woman growled, her gaze darkening, her breathing quickening.

“Oh, wait, wait,” Angie indicated, leaning over the wall. “This is getting interesting.”

“You can't hurt her!” (Y/N) shrieked, her voice changing until it sounded like a furious roar.

The convulsions weren’t long in coming and, with them the familiar sound of clothes tearing, the monster's fur hiding its soft skin. The vârcolac inside her emerged, hiding her beauty, turning her into a monster that made the guests pale.

“Shit,” one of them said, throwing away the gun and running towards the door, followed by his companion.

The creature growled again, before walking quickly, chasing them towards the exit. I couldn't see what happened, only screams of agony and pleadings could be heard in the distance.

 Shortly after, the mutated wolf returned, its fur covered in blood and a murderous look.

“Donna, do something... she's going to eat us,” Angie told me, while I came out of the wall and slowly approached, ready to act, to give her back her beauty.

Luckily, it wasn't necessary. The creature convulsed again, falling to the floor, turning into that beautiful young woman, the naked young woman I met weeks ago.

“(Y/N),” I said, bending down to check that she hadn't been hurt. “Tutto bene?”

The girl smiled slowly, looking at me out of the corner of her eye as she caught her breath.

“I-I don't understand,” she said in a tender voice, pushing away the monster inside her. “You always talk weird.”

“Weird?” I asked, smiling too, shaking my head. “Um, I... have they hurt you, (Y/N)?”

“N-no,” she answered, looking at her naked body. “They're gone... I made them fall off the cliff... they wanted to hurt you,” she explained, getting nervous.

“They haven't, thanks to you,” I said, reassuring her with my voice, helping her up.

“Have I been good?” the girl asked expectantly, which made me look at Angie strangely.

 The doll, simply, shrugged.

“Yes, of course, (Y/N), you have protected me,” I affirmed, checking that she wasn’t really hurt. “Well done.”

“Great,” she said with a radiant smile, jumping for joy. “Have you seen me, Angie?”

“I have,” the doll said, nodding slowly. “You have earned your dinner, (Y/N).”

“Yes,” she whispered with another jump, expecting something from me, something that I didn’t understand. “So… will you continue to be nice to me? To take care of me?”

“Um, um, I…” I stammered, still not understanding her insecure and strange behavior, but finding it cute in its own way. “Of course, (Y/N), you are part of the family.”

“Family…” (Y/N) sighed, looking around. “Family? You mean…? You say that I…? I have a family? Am I your family?”

“Um yeah, sure,” I said without really knowing why, before (Y/N) pounced on me, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her head against my chest. “L-Lasciami…” I protested at the discomfort of her naked body hugging me, moving my hands away so as not to make contact with her skin, something too tempting.

“I always wanted a family,” she murmured in a sweet voice, not letting me go despite my resistance.

“Basta, basta…” I insisted, grabbing her wrists.

“Mm, I like when you talk weird,” the girl sighed, ignoring my attempts to push her away, hugging me even tighter.

“Okay, let me go,” I said in a more authoritative voice.

She finally pulled away after one last squeeze, putting on an innocent look, playing with her ankle on the floor.

“Gods… Go get dressed, will you?” I ordered her, looking away from her nakedness, something complicated, too complicated.

“I'm fine,” she said, shrugging. “I'm fine because I've made you happy.”

“You have to put some clothes on, do you hear me? You shouldn’t be naked” I told her, covering my eye with my hand to avoid looking at her curves, some attractive ones, ones in which I could lose myself forever.

“If that's what you want, I'll do it,” (Y/N) said excitedly, comically running to her room.

I sighed in relief at losing sight of her beauty, and relaxed my body, at least until I saw evil eyes watching me with interest.

“What?” I asked Angie, who didn't look away.

“Oh, oh, oh…” the doll mocked, walking around me. “You seem to like the girl a lot, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked shaking my head, pretending that nothing was happening, that my heart wasn't beating too fast.

“Come on, Donna, you can't lie to me. You like the girl, just say it,” Angie said, pulling at my dress.

“Mm, she's nice, and beautiful, but that doesn't mean anything,” I admitted without problem with a slightly arrogant tone.

“Oh, sure, sure… what's that?” the doll asked, pointing at my dress, slightly deformed by a treacherous erection.

“Cazzo,” I protested, hiding my arousal as best I could. “It's just that... I... It was by accident... it's not every day that a naked girl hugs you, you know? But... but what am I doing giving explanations to my doll?” I asked again, fleeing from her words and accusations. “I'm going to the workshop and you... you should stop making stupid insinuations, is that clear?”

I could try to fool Angie, but I couldn't fool myself. I definitely liked that girl. I felt something about her that I thought I would never feel.

Love was something I had long forgotten about. I wasn't capable of feeling it, I wasn't capable of loving, or so I thought.

Even when Alcina offered me a maid to vent, I couldn't get anything but just physical pleasure. No one could ever love me, I couldn't ever love anyone, but then (Y/N) appeared: a wounded girl, her mind shattered by Mother Miranda's experiments, a girl who longed for a home, a purpose; a kind, captivating, innocent girl...

I couldn't feel that way, I felt bad for doing it, for starting to stop imagining nonexistent girls when I masturbated, and start thinking about her. I knew it was wrong, that I was taking advantage of her innocence, but I couldn't feel guilty for loving, for igniting something in my heart that I thought would never come back.

That incident with the intruders made things worse. (Y/N) began to lose the fear she had left, approaching me when I was in the workshop, asking me about my dolls, about the food I prepared for her, about the strange language she liked so much.

It was as if, knowing her purpose, knowing that she finally had a family, something inside her had been unlocked.

It was very difficult not to feel sorry for her, but it was even harder to separate myself from her warmth, from her innocent displays of affection, which, little by little, became an addiction for me.

“That's it... slowly... it's almost done,” I whispered in a patient tone, sitting on the sofa next to (Y/N), who insisted on learning to sew. I couldn't refuse her, I couldn't deny her anything.

“Today I remembered something again,” she commented, with a comical face of concentration while she embroidered on the fabric. “I remember running with an apple in my hand… I remember being very hungry.”

“That's over, (Y/N),” I said with a serious tone, placing her hands in the correct position. “You're with me now.”

“When… when I remember those bad things… I think about you and it goes away… do you have those powers?” she asked innocently, giving a last stitch to the embroidery.

“Mm, I guess I haven’t,” I said laughing tenderly, being watched by Angie, who made fun of me with exaggerated gestures. “But I'm glad you think that way… Mm… fammi dare un' occhiata…” I murmured, taking the piece of fabric,

“You've spoken weird again,” (Y/N) commented, her cheeks blushing. “Can you teach me?”

“Mm, do you want to learn Italian?” I asked, going over the seams with my fingers.

“That way I could talk weird like you,” she said with that penetrating, innocent voice, leaning over my shoulder to look at her work. “W-Well, how did I do it? I-It's my name, see? Just like you told me.”

“Mm,” I murmured with a smile, handing her the fabric back. “Not bad at all, (Y/N), soon you'll be able to help me with the dolls, what do you think?”

“Oh, really? I'd like that,” the girl said enthusiastically, smiling and hugging me again. I never got used to her hugs. “I want to help you”

I smiled again, letting my hand travel to her head, placing a lock of hair behind her ear and sighing in a melancholic way.

She smiled back at me and did something… something I didn't expect. She quickly placed her lips on mine. I couldn't tell if it was a mistake or if it really was a kiss. What I do know is that I was completely paralyzed.

“(Y/N),” I managed to say after a few seconds of silence.

“Did it bother you?” she asked, shyly moving away. “I wanted to show you some gratitude and… affection, just like in that movie we watched to the other night, remember? The boy and the girl kissed and… well, I wanted to know how it felt.”

“So, how does it feel?” I asked in a low tone, moving away from the temptation to take her right there.

“It feels good…” she sighed. “I want to do it again, would you like that?”

“Of course she would like that, silly girl!” Angie added, yelling shrilly and killing the moment.

“Angie!” I protested. “Fuori!”

I couldn't continue complaining, as the young woman brought my face back to hers, kissing me again, letting herself be carried away by my clumsy but sure movements, caressing my lips with hers, my hands traveling along her neck, warming up the atmosphere.

“Donna, I like to kiss you,” (Y/N) said as she pulled away, biting her lip, losing a little of that innocent look. “I feel good when I do it... could I do it more times?”

“Um...” I murmured confused, with my breathing agitated and the heat rising through my body. “Yes, yes of course, as many times as you want, tesoro...”

I couldn't tell if it was simple affection or if that girl, miraculously, felt something for me. I didn't want to give it too much thought, I had what I wanted.

Her kisses, her caresses were heaven, there was no trace of that disgusting vârcolac in her eyes, there was no monster inside her, only love, affection; I don't know how to call it.

That exploration of physical contact increased, becoming a habit in each of our encounters. Doubt killed me, guilt tormented me. Was I really taking advantage of her? I didn't know, I didn't want to know, and unfortunately, I stopped caring.

The nights changed, they stopped being cold and lonely. Her body hugged mine in my bed, innocently, not wanting to break that mysterious magic that surrounded our relationship, whatever it was.

I was afraid to ask, to tell her that I loved her, that I wanted her to stop calling herself "guard dog." I wanted her for myself, only for myself, to love like I had never done before, to take her, hug her, caress her... to have her by my side.

I didn't know if there was something, but I did feel it. She was mine and I... I was hers. Somehow I knew it, I knew there was that something between us, that thing I longed for so much and that I never dared to ask.

They were the best months of my life, but I knew that sooner or later there would be some kind of problem and that one, in particular, had a name and surname: Alcina Dimitrescu.

“Here you go, dear,” the lady of the castle whispered, placing a cup of tea in front of (Y/N), during an almost obligatory visit to the castle.

Of course, the rumor of the vârcolac-girl who lived with me spread quickly and I couldn't stop my sister from wanting to meet her.

“Oh, for me? Thank you,” (Y/N) sighed, doing something I will never forget.

She got up from the armchair, throwing herself into my sister's arms, hugging her quickly, just as she did with me. Anger began to invade me silently and even more so when I saw Alcina's mischievous smile and a look that made me tremble.

“Oh, how effusive,” the lady in white said, returning my girl's hug, with a tender smile. “You're lovely, aren't you?”

“Donna says I am,” (Y/N) answered, sitting down next to me again, playing erratically with my fingers.

“Mm, I see… so tell me, Donna, do you think you'd let her spend some time with us? We also need a guard dog…” Alcina murmured in a seductive voice, as if she was laughing at me. Nobody laughs at me.

“Here, in the castle?” my girl asked. “Whoa… would you take care of me too?”

“Oh, of course,” my sister answered, making me stand up abruptly, pulling the young woman's hand, forcing her to stand up again. “Donna, dear, what's wrong?”

“We're leaving,” I growled furiously, feeling how little by little I was losing control. But I wouldn't do it in front of my sister, not at all.

“Now?” (Y/N) asked, being dragged by my abrupt steps. “G-Goodbye, Alcina.”

I didn't want to hear an answer. I only heard a sinister laugh as I walked back to the mansion. Normally (Y/N) and I would take little walks around the grounds, holding hands, I loved that… But this time my steps were fast and (Y/N)'s breathing seemed to fail her.

Once in the house, I pushed the poor girl inside, slamming the door.

“Donna? What's wrong?” she asked, looking for Angie with her eyes.

“Yes, Donna, what's wrong with you? I was going to play poker with the girls and…” the doll complained, crossing her arms.

“Fuori! Get out of my sight, Angie!” I shouted furiously, eaten away by sudden jealousy, losing my mind, letting madness take over me.

“Donna, why are you shouting? Are the voices in your head hurting you again?” (Y/N) asked, putting a hand on my shoulder, one that I pushed away with a growl.

“No…” I sighed, laughing nervously. “No, (Y/N), you hurt me,” I said, pointing at her unpleasantly.

“Have I done something wrong? Have I not been good?” the girl asked with a sad look, like a child who is being scolded.

“No, (Y/N) you haven’t been good,” I said with a sinister smile, one that I regret, grabbing the scared (Y/N) by the collar of her dress. “What do you think you are?! Huh!? Who do you think you are to flirt with my sister?”

“What?” she asked, grabbing my wrists.

“Cazzo…” I growled, pushing her away and releasing her from my grip. “Listen to me, silly girl, you… you are mine, do you understand? Mine! And I won’t tolerate you being seduced by anyone, do you hear me? No one can touch what is mine!”

“Seduce?”

“Don't play dumb with me, bitch, why did you hug her?” I asked furiously, holding back my dominant instinct, my desire to slap her and claim her body roughly.

“The tall lady? I wanted, I wanted to show her some gratitude and… I-I'm not a bitch,” she said, defending herself clumsily, lowering her head.

“You seem like one, (Y/N),” I hissed, with a cold, dominant look, completely out of my mind. “You only have to show affection to me, to me! To no one else, is that clear? To no one else!”

“Donna, relax,” Angie whispered, hidden behind a piece of furniture. “You're losing your mind again…”

“Taci!”

“Have I been naughty?” (Y/N) asked again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I didn't want to be naughty, I didn't know that…”

I sighed, calming down a little and clenching my fists on either side of my hips, moving closer to her, hoping, praying that she wouldn't back down, that my madness hadn't scared her away again.

“I know, you're a good girl, aren't you?” I whispered, caressing her cheek with my trembling hands, repressing my anger as much as I could, thinking of a solution, thinking of what I could do to make her mine.

“Yes, I'm good,” she said, sobbing and shaking at my touch, a horrible sight I didn't want to see. “I'll never hug anyone else, I promise.”

“Mm, you're mine, right?” I asked, darkening my voice, moving closer. “Is that what you want, (Y/N)?”

“Y-Yes, I want to be yours, only yours,” the girl repeated. “With you I’m happy, with you I feel… I feel things… and… I think, I think I love you, Donna.”

“Oh, bella, I love you too,” I sighed, happy to have heard those words, but with my sister's gaze still in my mind, with jealousy still attacking my conscience. “We can't let anyone separate us.”

I knew what I was doing, I knew I was playing with her mind, manipulating her will, but I couldn't do anything else, I needed her, I loved her, she had to be mine, and everyone should know it.

“We can’t, Donna,” she said, closing her eyes due to my caresses.

I could brand her with a hot iron, I could tattoo my name on her, I could force her to always be by my side, tie her with a leash like a good dog but… no. None of those ideas convinced me. I had to do something.

(Y/N) was the best thing that had ever happened to me, Mother Miranda gave her to me, only me.

My siblings were like vultures, they were selfish… they always wanted everything for themselves but… but maybe there was a way, a way to mark her forever, to let every last stupid villager know that she was and would always be mine.

“Vieni,” I whispered, grabbing her wrist, pulling her weak body towards the elevator.

“Are you going to punish me?” she asked scared as we went down to the basement.

No, she couldn't make me feel guilty, so I silenced her with a deep kiss.

“So you're not angry anymore?” (Y/N) asked with a new, special smile, letting my hand guide hers.

“No,” I said dryly, entering the bedroom and taking a breath. I had wanted to do that for so long…

To take her innocence, to claim her body, and also to make it clear to this whole damn village that (Y/N) was, and would be mine forever. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.

“Get naked,” I ordered her, moving away, giving her some room.

I expected a refusal, a hesitation, but there was none of that. (Y/N) nodded immediately, beginning to untie her dress clumsily.

“I thought you didn’t like seeing me naked,” she commented, getting rid of the last remaining piece of clothing.

“Nonsense, your body is beautiful,” I said, repressing the erratic blinking of my eye, a sign that my madness hadn’t dissipated yet. Not that I wanted it to dissipate, either. “On the bed, lie down.”

“Is it some kind of game?” the girl asked innocently, almost tenderly, obeying without asking, without complaining.

“Mm, maybe,” I said with a satisfied smile, discreetly stimulating myself over the dress, undoing the buttons on the top with my free hand. “Be still, mm?”

“Now you're naked too,” (Y/N) joked when the clothes disappeared from my body and I approached slowly, gently stimulating my erection.

Not wanting to hear her innocence once again, I kissed her, kissed her deeply, letting myself fall on top of her naked body, caressing her skin with mine, my hands traveling through all those corners that I had wanted to visit for a long time.

She laughed with every kiss on her neck, every time my fingers gently squeezed her nipples, every time our breasts brushed, every time my skin became hot with hers. Her shy and innocent hands began to explore my paleness, curiously, discreetly.

I smiled with satisfaction, regretting not having tried it before. But a much darker purpose dominated our first time. Things were as they were, and (Y/N) would be mine forever.

“Spread your legs, (Y/N),” I ordered, helping her obey with my hands, contemplating the moisture that my actions caused on her body, the reaction that my kisses, my… affection caused.

“Okay…” she hummed, gasping in surprise when my fingers ran slowly through her folds. “What you're doing… It feels… good…”

Her expressions excited me even more. (Y/N) closed her eyes, writhing when I began to form circles on her clit, when the tip of my fingers slowly reached her entrance.

“More, more please, Donna,” she begged, scratching my back, moaning in pleasure at this new sensation, something that made me smile and decide that now wasn’t the time to play.

“More? Va bene… look at me, (Y/N),” I said, removing my hand and guiding her face to mine. “Look at me while I make you mine, tesoro.”

She obeyed expectantly as I positioned my trembling shaft in her wetness, playing with her folds, smearing myself with her essence before slowly inserting the tip, something that twisted her face and forced her to move away.

“Ah, Donna, it hurts…” (Y/N) complained with a pitiful look.

I sighed, nodding, pretending that I understood her pain, that I would be patient. I didn't know how long I could resist taking her hard.

“I know, tesoro, hold on a little, okay?” I whispered in her ear, covering her beautiful face with my kisses, distracting her from the discomfort of losing her innocence.

I moaned uncontrollably when I was completely inside her, when I felt her body stretching for me, only for me. She was so tight and so wet… I thought I would lose my mind even more.

“W-Wait… this… this feels even better…” the girl moaned, relieved because the pain had passed, placing her body in a more comfortable position. “I want more.”

“Mm,” I murmured, starting to move my hips, sliding along her walls comfortably, following the rhythm of her moans, of her body reacting to my erection inside her.

The moans became unpredictable and my hands scratched her skin. The subtlety disappeared when her legs wrapped around my waist, when her body pulled mine deeper, further inside.

“More, more!” the young woman shrieked, adapting too well to my frenetic pace, taking everything, trapping me in her wetness in an irresistible way. “More!”

“Così bagnata…” I growled raising her legs, grabbing them as my hips rammed into her, while my gaze was lost in her gestures, in her body trembling with pleasure. “Sei mia, (Y/N)”

“Donna, I, I feel…” she gasped, trapping my erection even more between her walls, stimulating it with terribly pleasurable movements while her body tensed, releasing itself with a scream that surely even Alcina would have heard. I wish she have.

“Cazzo…” I growled, not losing that stimulation while her body relaxed, being on the edge, about to make her completely mine forever. “Sto… sto… sto per venire!”

Not wanting to hold out any longer, I released myself inside her, letting my seed settle on her body, my heat flooding her walls while sweat soaked my back.

Wanting to make sure I got what I wanted, I didn't pull out. I stayed inside her, my cock bathed in our release, feeling the warmth, the comfort of knowing she would be mine forever.

“It was so funny,” (Y/N) said, kissing me boldly, sighing and letting herself fall completely onto the bed. “Can we do it again? Come on, please, again,” she begged, moving away from me and joining her hands.

“Um... w-well... wait a bit, will you?” I said, laughing nervously, trying to catch my breath. “I'm not a machine, I need a moment.”

“Damn,” she protested pouting, lying down exhausted.

I settled down next to her, kissing her softly, letting her head rest on my chest, our sweat mixing.

“(Y/N),” I said, moving her shoulders as she was falling asleep. “You’ve been a good girl, you know? You've taken it so well…”

“Mm… I’m a good girl…” she repeated sleepily. “I love you, Donna.”

I laughed, kissing her hair, but looking away. I wondered if she really knew what the consequences were, what my intentions were.

“Now we have to wait, (Y/N). If I haven't succeeded, I'll keep trying. I won't stop until I get you pregnant,” I whispered in a dark voice, but trying not to scare her.

“Oh, um, a baby?” she asked, opening her eyes wide. “That makes sense. That way everyone will know I'm yours, right?”

“You're a smart girl,” I laughed satisfied, kissing her softly. “Yes, amore mio, you will carry my child and everyone will see how beautiful you are with my baby growing inside you…”

“It's great,” the girl sighed, making me frown. I certainly didn't expect that reaction, not at all. “We can finally be a real family…”

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jealousy, jealousy

𝓗𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 🐇

there'd always been some tension between the two, a flirtationship, if you will. and so, when someone shows interest in y/n at a friends party, harry's jealous side comes out to play.

warnings : fluff, alcohol consumption

nats notes : sorry i havent posted in a while!! i know this is only short, but here you go lovies!!! (and no, i'm still not over the gavin&stacey finale) - luv from nat <3

the hill-clarke-dixon residence was full of half drunk adults, and they weren't even halfway into the night. the music thumped through the walls of the apartment, in a way that was sure to result in the boys getting a kindly written note from their neighbours on their doorstep in the morning.

you'd hung around multiple different people throughout the night, having an array of conversations. going from talking about the gavin and stacey christmas episode with liv, to politics with arthur tv.

over time you'd slowly drifted towards the one person you hadn't recognised, not sure whether it was the alcohol affecting your memory, or you just genuinely didn't know who this man was.

you had thought that he could be one of george's old school friends, but even still, you couldn't be sure. he was one of the guys you could talk to easily, as if you'd been friends for years.

a 'five minute' chat with him had turned into twenty, as you leant against the countertop beside the two of you, you couldn't help but notice his eyes drifting over your body.

not that you were objecting - he was an attractive man himself, and he was nice to talk to... but it was when your eyes flickered across the room to harry.

who was staring the man down, head to toe, inch by inch, inspecting him as if he were a dead body on a crime scene.

yours and harry's eyes locked, and he sent a look your way, as if he was warning you of him.

you let out a laugh, accompanied by an eye roll as you went back to your conversation, though, you could see harry's jaw clench out of the corner of your eye.

you think it was the trailing of his fingers down your arm that really pushed harry of the edge, as he approached you, and the guy, with a sickly sweet smile on his face. which was clearly sarcastic.

"y/n! lovely to see you here, isn't it?" he beamed, being oddly formal as he grabbed your wrist. "mind if i borrow her for a second?" he smiled at the guy you'd been talking to as he dragged you away and down the corridor of the apartment.

"harry! what is up with you?-" you laughed out as he stopped halfway down the hallway, just out of sight from everyone else.

"him. he was laughing too hard at your jokes, and touching you, and-" "so you're jealous?" you smirked, the alcohol in your system giving you a newfound confidence that you wouldn't have had otherwise.

"i- y- me? jealous? pfft... no!" he scoffed, putting up a confident front as if he hadn't just stumbled over his words, making it very clear to you, and anyone else who could've possibly heard him, that he was very much so jealous.

"don't worry, haz, your secrets safe with me." you smiled as you leant up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, waiting just a moment to see the blush start to creep up on his face before walking back off into the crowd of people.

[evidenceof]

and roll credits for webgott valentine's week! long-ish post but i don't think it can be anything but saur...

haguenau is for lovers was me deciding to shoot for the moon after 1) meg wondered out loud about a webgott week (after injecting webgott into my brain), 2) i zoomed in on lieb reading sunday comics, feverishly tore through the stars and stripes archive only to realize that easy was in haguenau during valentine's week 3) caoimhe said, "haguenau is for lovers" and it sticking into my brain permanently.

that is to say, i am so very lucky to be friends with people whose thoughts are so infectious and always brilliant. would like to take this time to thank the people who held my sweaty hand all throughout my first stab at organizing a fan event.

tierney @kbsd my beloved!! thank you for literally putting up with my anxiety through all this and for reading (and proofreading) walls of text on gdocs to make sure i still sounded sane. putting up with wips for queueing and scheduling posts when i'm asleep even if you've had a Long Day of Moving houses. i would literally be in the trenches without you. thank you for never doubting me and for genuinely matching my (control) freak.

meg @ww2yaoi head webgott babe (let's all acknowledge that) for the really kind messages. they helped me more than you'd know!! licherally hilf wouldnt even be alive if i hadn't seen you post theee Webgott Wednesday Locket way back last year, and if you hadn't written lippenstift, down in the valley, no ghost looms (tbh all ur webgott) and made me spiral into this for good.

caoimhe @randlemartin. this'll sound weird but just trust ok. thank you for writing both text posts and fic that compel me to no end. the germ of the idea wouldn't have grown into anything good without it being fattened by your thoughts and words!! haguenau is for lovers <3 ik it isn't webgott, but reading delichon while prepping for this over the holidays kept me going fr.

karina @markedfordead and julia @joe-fuckingtwice-toye. your tags and everything you made throughout the event made me wanna cryyyy. they were all so sweet and genuinely, when i'd be fidgeting over the event day ahead, seeing that you two took the time to make something so lovely nearly every single day literally pacified the gnawing self-doubt hahaha thank you i mean it so much.

to everyone who participated!! wrote fics and drabbles, made web weaves, beautiful art that made me want to chew my screen because of how beautiful they all are, thank you so much!!!!!!! to everyone who rb-ed and liked, made valentines, my heart feels a lot bigger thanks to all of you.

shoutout to my laptop, photoshop, my secondhand wacom tablet that's been roi-ed the fuck out since november, my two hands, and futura condensed (1940s print would be NOTHING without you). thank god none of them decided to give up on me during event prep and proper. (and to my bubs who had to literally listen to me scream and yap about this from beginning to end. you are a saint. idk how i got so lucky to be with someone who supports my being a fujo wife with dead ww2 vets)

really wanted to keep my modding this on the down low, largely cos idk!! i just wanted the focus to be on webgott and the event, but also bc i knew this whole thing couldn't have come together because of a singular person, or even moreso, a singular interpretation of the ship. so i felt the distance was necessary. though i am proud, in a small way (im allowing myself a lil' bit of it), of being able to create a bunch of things for a pair i've fallen in love with, and for a group of people who hold so much affection for them.

all that to say! im glad to have made things with love, and (tw: cheesy as fuck) im only really able to do that bc im surrounded by people who love so beautifully. thank you all from da bottom of mi heart. if u read up until here. thank you for that too. ♡

♡ happy webgott wednesday. haguenau will always be for lovers. ♡

sorry this is literally too many scrolls down lmfao

[hawksbacktattoo]

Aggression | Miguel x Fem!reader

Summary: Miguel's new hobby is causing problems with his love life

Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, creamp!e, oral(f! receiving) overstimulation, chøking, smut with plot

Word count: 1.3k

Not proof read

Yn and Miguel had been in a relationship for a while, since the start of highschool. She was aware of the teasing that happened when she wasn't around, she felt bad that there wasn't much she could do. Miguel always left school with a scowl on his face.

Recently he has joined a karate class. Yn was all for it when he told her his reasoning, but recently he's had this look in his eyes. The aura around him felt different and she wasn't sure if she was too fond of it.

Today she sat at lunch with him and his group of friends. Everyone was talking and having a good time until Kyler came up to the table. Yn already knew trouble was bound to happen.

"Hey yn, how come you're dating this loser. Why don't you come be with a real man." He words felt like poison to Miguel's ears. Chair scrapping against the floor as he stood, Miguel shoved Kyler back. "Don't talk to her like that." He spat back, face covered with the same look yn was becoming afraid of.

Kyler furrowed his brows before throwing a punch at Miguel which he caught. Twisting his wrist, Miguel kicked Kyle's leg causing him to trip. The two had a full on brawl in the cafeteria until Miguel slammed Kyler onto a table knocking the wind out of him.

The room fell silent besides the heaving breaths coming from Kyler as he stood. "This isn't over." He groaned in pain and walked away.

Miguel sat back in his seat, arms crossed across his chest. "Where the fvck did that come from?" Eli squeaked out, jaw low in astonishment. "I told you about that karate class I've been taking." Miguel answered, a cocky look plastered on his face.

He looked over to yn who sat with concerned look on her face. His smile faded into a worried look of his own. "Hey what's wrong?" Voice now soft as he spoke to his lover. "Was that really necessary? I'm sure there was a better way to handle that Miguel." She scoffed, standing from the table. "I'll see you later." Walking out of the cafeteria, Miguel sighed watching her leave.

He could tell how much it was affecting her but he thought he was bettering himself not just for him but for her. He wanted to be able to protect her as well. Shaking his head, he went back to talking with his friends until the bell rang signaling that lunch was over.

Yn was putting her textbooks away in her locker when Miguel came up to her. "Hey, I'm really sorry about earlier." Sighing she closed her locker, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "It's not just about today Miguel. For the past few months you've been acting different. I get you're confident in yourself now but it feels like you've just become too aggressive." She frowned, arms falling to her sides.

He just stared at her not knowing how to respond. He couldn't think of anything that wouldn't tick her off more. Yn shook her head, shoulders slouching. "I'll see you after practice." She pecked his cheek and headed out the school building. Leaving Miguel to watch her walk away for the second time today.

During practice, Miguel just wasn't focused. Hawk had joined him today so the sensei was more focused on that then Miguel's sloppy moves. Gripping at his hair, he was so caught up on what he should do. He didn't want to push yn away any further.

Class had ended and before Miguel left the dojo he stobbed by sensei Lawrence's office. "Hey uh could I ask your advice on something?" Putting down his beer glass, Johnny nodded. "Shoot kid." Miguel lent against the doorframe, a frown plastered on his face.

"My girlfriend is having a hard time adjusting to my new aggression." He spoke, finger quoting the word aggression. "She says I've changed in ways she doesn't think is for the best." Johnny slid his chair from his desk and hummed, index finger and thumb rubbing at his chin in thought.

"Then put that new aggression to good use." That's all it took for Miguel to catch on. "Thanks sensei." With that, he raced out of the dojo and to yns house.

Yn had just finished her shower, towel wrapped around her body and another around her hair. She was humming to her speaker when she heard a loud slam. Pausing her music, she poked her head out her bedroom door only to be met with an angry looking Miguel. "Hey what's-" Her words were cut off by him pushing her into the room, slamming the door behind him.

Not knowing what was happening, yn backed up a bit from him. Every step she took back he took one towards her until the backs of her knees touched the edge of her bed. "I'll make you love this aggression." Miguel spoke, words laced with desire as he wrapped his hand around her throat.

He could feel her gulp beneath his grasp. Ripping the towel from her body, Miguel pushed her down onto the bed. Hands running down her body until he reached her thighs. Pulling them apart, he dipped between them with a sinister grin on his face.

"Wait miggy I.." Her words trail off as his tongue comes in contact with her heat, a moan replacing her words. Miguel gripped her thighs  while he abused her cl!t with his tongue, fingers making indentations. Yn couldn't form proper words, the only thing coming from her was babbles and whimpers.

Sucking on her clit, Miguel slipped two fingers into her. "ah fvck.." she cried out as he fvcked his fingers into her roughly. In not time her legs were shaking from overstimulation but he refused to stop.

"Miggy please!" She whimpered, body jolting as a orgasm rushed through her. Biting down onto her hand to hold herself back from being loud.

Removing himself from between her thighs, he yanked her to the edge of the bed, ass half way off. "Not gonna stop til your crying." He spoke through gritted teeth, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down just enough.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you upset." Yn whined, arms pushed above her head by on of his hands. "It's too late for apologies princesa." Slapping his length against her cvnt, he shoved himself into her.

"Too m..much.." yn cried out in pleasure, thighs closing only to be shoved back open. "Aw come on I know you can take it." He poked at her, hips rolling up into her sensitive spot just as he remembered she liked it.

yns back arched off the bed, another climax hitting her like a truck. Miguel lent down, taking on of her breast into his mouth, hips slowing down to dig deeper into her. He pulls out slowly then slams back into her over and over again.

Choked moans erupt from her throat, hands pushing on his chest as her legs begin to shake. "Fvck you're making such a mess." He growled, pulling the girl up off the bed to fuck her upright. Yns head falling back as she moaned loud, tears falling from her eyes from the overwhelming feeling.

Biting down on her shoulder, Miguel pounded into her faster. The sound of her *ss slapping against his thighs echoed throughout the room. Her arousel trickling down her thighs to his balls.

"okay..okay i can't cvm again please." she begged as he body shook violently from yet another orgasm. Her arousel squirting out onto Miguel's lower abdomen. "Good, that's what I wanted to see." He moaned, hips faltering as he spewed into her pulsing cvnt.

Yn fell limp into his arms, body sticking to his from the sweat. "The aggression isn't so bad now is it." He teased, earning a slap to the chest in return. Lifting yns chin, a pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I love you." He whispered, giving her a sweet smile. "I love you too miggy."

[hello-gloomy]

I know you are currently writing a fanfic of Stanley Snyder and will do Xeno next so I won't rush you or anything you could just put this aside and come back to it later.

Stanley Snyder x reader

Where reader is senku's bio older sister of a few years and has some mental issues due to seeing their parents die in front of them soon after senku was born and she didn't have much of an emotional relationship with senku but deep down she really loves him very much. Reader leaves Japan when senku is in middle school to pursue her ballet career in America where she was petrified. She woke up because she was somehow conscious during the 3400 years. She was found and taken to xeno and she tries to prove herself useful to them so not to get killed and somewhere along the way she has taken Stanley's interest. And the rest is up to you 😅. But also add the reunion of the two siblings where reader cries that senku isn't a stone and senku realizing he missed his sister(angst/comfort)

Add smut if you want that's all up to you🫰

-thanksssss🫶🫶

AHGSSGSHHSHSHS, how elegant, my dear anon!

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Never Again

Stanley Snyder x Fem!Reader

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Description: Finding Senku was the one thing that kept you awake while being trapped in stone. When finally awoken, you expect to see your younger sibling, but to your surprise, you find a much rougher situation entirely.

Warnings: Violence, loss of family, PTSD, anxiety, inadequate descriptions of ballet, smut, Dubocon, spanking, threats of violence against the reader, slight BDSM mild Dom/Sub dynamics, power imbalance, kinda toxic relationship ngl. Probably OOC. SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA AND SEASON 4!!

A/N: I'm so proud to be writing my first ask truly; I just wanna thank everyone for bringing me here today(lmao), but in all seriousness, I hope u enjoy! (later note: sorry this took so long; I was debating on the spicy stuff and the ending)

Words: 2,662

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After the accident with your parents, you hated ships; even looking at one made you sick, and the fact that they got on for someone else's sake and not even for yours or your brothers hurt you even more. So, when Byakuya came along, he was happy to take you and Senku in. It made you wary of his kindness, how he could leave for something else, thinking about you and Senku last, leaving you alone in the world again.

He signed you up for dancing lessons while encouraging Senku with his interest in science. 'To help with the anxiety,' he said with a smile; it made you scowl. But after the first few, it became like walking to you, like breathing a field of flowers, every step calming you, the music flowing into a dance with you.

You won a scholarship to America with your dances when your brother and adoptive father found out; the latter excitedly encouraged you to go on the trip; you told him to drop the matter entirely as you weren't leaving Senku by himself. (Or Byakuya, but you would say that to him.)

"Don't wait up for me, " he told you one morning, with a passionate glaze over his eyes. He gave you a tight side hug before walking off.

When you woke up, the stone encasing you crumbling off, you inhaled profoundly and quickly looked around yourself. A blanket was put around you, and some clothes and shoes were dropped before you. You look up to see two men in front of you, one with blonde hair and the other with white. The blonde was currently smoking.

"Looks like a few thousand years past." You told them tersely, shuffling the blanket and putting on the clothes while still keeping yourself covered. The one smoking let out a quiet snerk while the platinum let his lips twitch at your comment.

"You catch on fast; that will be useful in our current situation." He let his metal claws click together behind his back. You dropped the blanket after putting on your clothes, moving to put on your shoes next. You held eye contact with them, showing them you were still listening. He gave you a rundown on the current state of society and the earth, thinking logically. It seemed like you didn't have much of a choice but to help them or risk being killed or worse.

"Any special skills to speak of?" Stanley, the blonde, asks, butting in on the doctor's speech. You rise to the tip of one foot before lifting your foot close to your head, then drop it down to do a few pirouettes, ending the last spin with your left foot pointed outwards and with a bow. Stanley gives a low whistle, and the doctor claps gently at your display.

"I do ballet, know basic hand-to-hand combat and martial arts." You list off, hoping that will buy you a bit of gain for at least manual labor or some sick entertainment for the two of them.

"She can go to your team, Stan." Dr. Xeno says with a wave of his clawed hand while walking away, leaving the two of you alone. He stomps out the last of his cigarette before motioning you to follow him; you follow behind him with a foot of distance between the two of you as you walk, getting a better look at him and his apparel while you have the opportunity: a tight black catsuit, spiked boots, a gun holster. It's nice to know America still loves their gun rights.

"You can come closer, " he says, eyeing you over his shoulder. You try not to flinch at his sudden jibe, walking up side to side with him now, avoiding his gaze.

"I won't bite. Not unless you want me to, that is." He tells you with a smirk, you give him a look, and he chuckles at that. Stanley shows you around the entirety of the operations they have set up, introducing you to everyone and showing you where things are and how to find him or Dr. Xeno. He shows you where you sleep and lets you settle in. The next few weeks, you spend training with Stanley and people trying to befriend you, learning how to use a firearm properly, flying a plane, and going out on scouting missions. And before you know it, a year and a half passes by, and you are attached at the hip to Stanley.

"Could you dance for me?" he asks you one night while the two clean firearms together, relaxing uniquely for two of you. You scrunch up your face while looking at him, and he raises one of his eyebrows.

"It's too cramped, " you say bluntly. He puts down the weapon he was cleaning, grabs yours, and puts it back, holding your hand and taking you outside. Walking with each other, he leads the two of you to a clearing you recognize, which gives you another dirty look; he gives a little shrug and let's go to move and sit down on a rock, letting the grassy night be your stage. You walk out to the open area, trying to think of another excuse to give.

"There's no music."

"Want me to sing for you?" He teases. You roll your eyes before thinking of a simple song and dance you remember to show him. Twisting and jumping, spinning and bowing your legs, as you hum to yourself a part of Swan Lake. Opening your eyes as you come to an end, you see a sparkle in Stan's eyes as he watches you, and finally, you come to an end, and you give him a curtsy while smiling at his interest. He claps as he walks over to you, and you reward him with a slightly bigger grin. He stops before you, and it feels like the air stills between you; he raises his hand to your face before you get interrupted.

"Stanley, I need you and Y/N to go scouting." Stanley sighs as he moves to respond to Xeno's demands. You walk ahead of him and head back to weapon storage to gear up.

The small group of what looked like teenagers stopped to investigate the ground, picking corn kernels. They had what looked like an armored car and a motorboat with them; it looked like something Senku would have built if he had been here.

"Want the first hunt?" Stanley's voice crackles in your ear; given the go-ahead, you attack first. You hit the tallest teen first, swiping him off his feet; the boy in yellow starts firing his arrows while the girl with greenhorns swipes at you; you sweep your leg across and launch her into a tree nearby, making her cry out, the girl in blue lunges at you and the previous tall teen gets up to attack you. Seeing you surrounded, he fires off the machine gun at the group, knowing that you dodge just fine.

"Everyone back to the boat." The voice that yelled that out made you freeze and look up to see where it was. Hoping it was just your head, the white and green hair you saw made your heart seize in your chest. You felt dizzy and wobbled a bit while trying to catch your balance. In your frozen state, a bullet whizzed by and got a little of your arm; you let out a hiss before jumping back into the trees for cover. The group took off, and you and Stanley regrouped.

"You alright?" He asked while he fired up the plane. You gave him a nod, and he spared a glance at you.

"Stay here just in case." You wanted to argue with him, but his hard stare made you drop it; you gave a sad 'Yes, sir' before he took off after them. You fix your arm before hopping along the trees, following his flight path. You lose sight of him momentarily, and in that short moment, you see his plane heading downwards into the forest, hearing a deafening crash and a scatter of birds and smoke. By the time you make it to the crash site, the teen has already beat you to it. You go up a bit higher in the trees and hear a laugh that catches your throat. It was him, Senku, and of course, he was laughing over his victory, and you let out a soft chuckle at his excitement. It makes your heart ache and scream. Seeing him surrounded by so many friends and still finding happiness is such a tense situation.

"Fall back for now." His voice fills your ears, reminding you of whose side you're on. You meet up with him later and see he acquired one of your brother's friends. The boy, Gen, as you've come to find out, makes a face at you before returning to neutrality. They finish questioning and showing him around, and you finally take the chance to ask him about your sibling.

"How is he?" These are the first words out of your mouth to him when you are alone.

"How old is he now?" He tells you to slow down and answer all your questions when he tells you that Senku is now twenty and doing well and about all his progress in Japan. You let out a long-winded sigh before hugging the magician, squeezing him tightly. He squeaks in surprise before returning it.

"Thank you. Thank you for taking care of my baby brother." You finish your conversation with Gen before leading him back to everyone else and sneaking off when you are sure no one will follow you. You leap through the trees and make your way to where Senku and his ship are; not wanting to cause panic amongst the others in his group, you find the right moment to pull him off to the side where he'll be alone for you to talk to him. He panics before he sees your face and freezes at the sight of you; his eyes are widened and sparkle at your face. You cup the side of his face and look over him; he does look older, more mature, like a true leader. You give him a small smile before flicking him in the head.

"For someone so smart, I think you would plan better for when you're attacked." He chuckles and hits you lightly in the arm before tightly embracing you.

"I missed hearing you." He mumbles into your suit; you hold him tightly, silently communicating that you feel the same. You cut the hug short and inform him that his friend is okay and what Dr. Xeno's plan for him is. You feel slightly bad for betraying them, but you would always put your brother first. You give a bit further of a run down on things inside the American colony before telling him you must leave before they start looking for you.

"Where are you? Xe wants us to go scouting." Your heart jumps to your throat; you tell Senku one last goodbye before leaving the ship and heading out into the woods.

"I'm just stalking where the kids are to get a count of them." You lie, hoping that he won't read too deep into it. He lets out a hum in response before the line goes dead. You leap among the trees again before something heavy crashes into your back, giving you a harsh descent into the forest floor; you let out a cry from the pain before getting abruptly cut off by the gloved hand around your throat. It's Stanley, and he looks pissed; he squeezes your throat, and you claw at his hands in response.

"Fraternizing with the enemy, are we?" He grits out with a quiet rage; he releases your throat before moving to trap your upper body under his legs; you cough at the sudden rush of air to your lungs and flail your legs a bit.

"No matter. I'll gladly remind you of which side you're on." He informs you darkly; you stutter out apologies while he hushes you. He rubs one hand along your chest while the other holds your face. You close your eyes while still kicking your legs, turning your face away; he strikes you across the cheek, and that makes your eyes snap open. He forcefully unzips your suit and moves your hand along your bra before he rips the fabric off and slaps your chest. You cry, getting a sick sense of enjoyment from his harsh slaps. He hits you a few more times while he holds your face roughly while kissing you. Asking if you like it when he hits you, the rest of your dignity leaves you, and you tell him yes while reciprocating his kisses. He hauls you off the forest floor into his lap, ripping off the rest of your top and moving on to your shorts.

"Keep looking at me." He commands you, and you obey. He grasps and ties your hands before moving you onto all fours. He rakes his hands down your back, ultimately reaching your ass and slapping it harshly. You whine at the abuse, and he hits you a few more times while groaning to himself at your noises.

"Who do you belong to?" He questions.

"You." You mumble to him pitifully, face pressed against the ground, exposed to the cold air. He slaps your backside again before telling you to repeat yourself.

"Good girl." You whimper at his praise and hear his zipper moving and the sound of a metal belt buckle. The warmth between his legs presses against your exposed sex, and you moan out to him; he leans over your back, one arm pressed against the ground beside your head, the other on your hip as he guides himself into you slowly. When he's fully sheathed, he hardly gives you any time to adjust before fucking you slow and harshly. You simper at his treatment, and he mouths at your ear, grunting quietly to you.

"Doing so good." He tells you, and you respond with a soft 'yes.' He picks up the pace, and your volume increases; you clench around him, and he moves the hand on your hip to between your legs to rub at your clit. You give him a loud wail at his rough circles with his fingers.

"Until we deal with that group properly, you will not be out of my sight." He grits out and grabs a fist full of your hair, making you look at him; slowing his thrusts, you keen out a yes to him, hoping that will make him pick up his pace again; you were so close.

"Yes, what?" He commands.

"Yes, sir!" you shout; he gives you what you so desperately, picking up his pace again. You jerk your head back against his shoulder and finish, him falling not too far behind. He rides out the last waves of pleasure before stopping. He shifts into a sitting position with you on his lap, he pulls out, and some of him drips out from between your legs. He continues to kiss you for a bit before speaking again.

"Do something like that again, and I'll make sure you won't dance for a month." He whispers in your ear cruelly; you only nod, accepting the situation, having lost the motivation to fight. He holds you closely while cleaning you up, whispering praises into your ear and petting your hair. Maybe it was a good thing you ended up on this side of the battle, and you could even convince Stanley to have mercy on your brother. He covers you up and fixes himself after removing your restraints and carries you back to the colony. Safe and subdued in his arms, you pass out from the exhaustion of the situation; in your last conscious thoughts, you can only hope for the safety of your brother.

[nicnak20]

The graveyard shift; Charlie Mayhew:

*Dr. Mayhew and his wife Yn get caught talking dirty to each other one night during the night shift at the hospital.*

Dr. Charlie Mayhew leaned casually against the counter in the nurses' station, his warm brown eyes gazing appreciatively at Yn as she typed up some patient charts. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neat bun, a few stray strands framing her face. Her white nurse's uniform hugged her curves in all the right places.

"The things I want to do to you," Charlie murmured, voice low and husky. "Fuck, I'd start by ripping that tight little skirt off..."

Yn looked up, a coy smile playing on her full lips. "Oh yeah? Once you got my skirt off, what then, big boy?" She quirked a brow.

Charlie stepped closer, one hand coming to rest on the counter near hers. "I'd flip you over and bend you across the desk. Tease your pretty little pussy with my hard cock until you're dripping wet. Make you beg for it."

Yn's breath quickened at his vulgar words, a flush coloring her cheeks. She wet her lips. "Mmm, and then you'd fuck me hard and deep, right here where anyone could see? Yn, you naughty boy."

Charlie's eyes darkened with lust. "God yes. I'd pound this sweet cunt in front of everyone. Let them all watch you getting split open on my fat cock. Fucking scream my name..."

Just then, the sound of shoes on tile had them both freezing. Dr. Samantha Ryder appeared, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the compromising scene. "Well! I see some of the night staff are keeping themselves...entertained."

Charlie straightened up, a charming smile in place like he hadn't just been verbally ravaging his wife. "Sam! Up late too? These night shifts are hell, huh?"

Samantha pursed her lips. "Indeed. I did not know you two were married. Imagine my surprise."

Yn crossed her legs demurely, causes her skirt to ride up and expose more creamy thigh. "Newlyweds," she purred, batting her lashes. "We can't keep our hands off each other."

"I'll say." Samantha huffed and turned on her heel. "Try to keep the moaning down, will you? We have very sick patients to attend to." She stalked off.

Charlie exhaled. "Fuck. That was close. Sorry baby, I got a bit carried away."

Yn stood and sauntered over, draping her arms around his neck. "You know you don't need to apologize for getting me hot and bothered. In fact..." She pressed her lips to his neck, sucking hard. "...I'm still plenty wet from our little dirty talk. Wanna finish what you started?"

Charlie's hands gripped her hips, grinding his hard bulge against her. "Hell yes. Let's find somewhere more private though."

Hand in hand, they snuck off down the hall to an empty supply closet. As soon as the door clicked shut, Charlie pushed Yn against it and captured her mouth in a deep, filthy kiss. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around his waist as he hiked up her skirt and shoved her soaked panties aside. With one hard thrust, he buried his thick cock in her tight heat.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Charlie groaned, losing himself in Yn's slick walls. He pounded into her, each snap of his hips making her tits bounce.

"Yes, yes, don't stop," she moaned, nails raking down his back. "Harder baby, I'm so fucking close..."

Charlie grunted and slammed her down on his dick over and over, feeling her cunt flutter around him. He shoved two fingers in her mouth. "Come on my cock like a good girl. Fuck, I'm gonna fill this pussy up..."

Yn sucked on his fingers and cried out as her climax crashed through her. Charlie followed with a guttural moan, spilling deep inside her as she milked him dry. They clung to each other, panting harshly.

"God, I love you," Charlie breathed, pressing his forehead to hers.

"Love you too," Yn giggled, kissing him sweetly. "Even when you're insatiable."

Charlie just grinned and adjusted himself, tucking his softening cock away. "Hey, you're the one who married an incurable horndog. You did this to yourself."

Yn smoothed down her skirt and hair. "Good thing I'm an obedient wife then." She waggled her eyebrows. "Besides, I'm not complaining. My husband gives me alllll the orgasms I could ever want."

Charlie laughed and took her hand. "You're gonna be the death of me, woman. But I'm totally okay with that."

Arm around her waist, he guided her back to the nurses' station like they hadn't just fucked the stress out in a supply closet. All in a night's work for two lovers who worked the graveyard shift.

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ok arcane s1 act 1 misc thoughts (SPOILERS)

-i like that a lot of the rich characters (cait's family, some council members) have transatlantic accents. i didnt really notice at first but upon rewatch of ep 2 it was super apparent and i love it

-i never got super into vander's character bc by the end of ep 1 i was like Yeah this guy is super dead. the 2 other kids who died as well (never even learned their names lol). also there was a lot more vander + silco than i thought there would be? like they laid it all out at once. i kind of knew they knew each other in the past from fandom osmosis but i expected it to be more of a slow burn reveal i guess

-im interested to see what the show does with ekko specifically. i know he becomes more prominent later on AND has stuff going on with jinx/powder, which i was honestly expecting them to set up more? like have them be friends or like talk to each other once lol. anyway he was pretty minor thus far so im intrigued in what they're gonna do with him

-i know vi goes to prison after this, but the guard who chloroformed her seemed to be trying to save her??? so i have no idea what's happening actually

-i knew silco was gonna adopt powder but i was honestly expecting it to be more? calculated? on his part? like he finds out powder was the one who blew up the building, and is like ooooh new talent. hey kid. do you want to join my gang of evil drug warlocks. but nope he genuinely reached out to her in a moment of grief against his better judgement. kind of a baller move mr. lesbian i respect that

-also powders eyes turned purple for emotional reasons and not magic drug reasons? cool. didnt know peoplw could do that

-Heimerdinger War Flashback last episode was kind of really funny im sorry i cant take this guy seriously. but i also got distracted because there were horses in the flashback and for some reason that surprised me? it did not occur to me that horses exist in the arcane universe. they just don't fit the vibe. also this guy is transparently what if yoda were lorax

-also i wanna know how the fuck jayce and his mom and the wizard (viktor probably) got to piltover after all that in the flashback. did the wizard summon a honda civic to drive them home or what. also, what were they doing there??

-and jayce keeps saying "magic real. ive seen it" but refusing to elaborate??? if i got saved by a wizard who warped space and time then gave me a cool rock i would make it my personality. which i guess he kind of did but you'd think he'd be telling people about it more. maybe he thinks people won't believe him? silly jayce. magic tech isnt real. you escaped the siberian tundra through the power of science. athiests on christmas waiting for charles darwin to come down the chimney etc

-i cant tell if mel is just one councilmember and not like above all the others OR straight up the president or whatever? she clearly has influence but i cant tell if she's everyone elses boss or not. maybe they said something about that in dialogue and i missed it. also is piltover an oligarchy or do they inherit their council positions or what? somehow i don't feel like normal democracy is on the table here

-what is it exactly jayce (and viktor) were trying to do WITH the magic? this always bugs me in tv shows when they just say "im working on some Science Tech Inventions" and dont elaborate on what those inventions are. are the magic balls a source of infinite renewable energy??? please tell me what you're actually doing with the sparkly zero-g machine

-vander's dying words being "protect powder" and vi immediately doing the opposite of that is crazyyyyy sure hope that doesnt haunt her for the rest of her life lol

-was genuinely distracted by the cool ass crab logo on the abandoned building. that was sick as hell. i love crabs

[ace-of-zaun]

Kiss Me More. Pt 4:

silco x f!reader - 2.4k words - SFW

cw: fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, break-ups, self-doubt, emotions, silco is a lovely boy

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

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Only a few days after Silco had crashed your date, Seven turns up at your work and invites you to a run-down café during your lunch break, where he rather efficiently ‘breaks up’ with you. 

It’s quite a curt speech, all in all. Very straight to the point and surprisingly only includes one, extremely cliché, it's not you it’s me, that he doesn’t even really sound that sorry about. 

You’re mostly too stunned by the sheer audacity to respond to a single word he says. 

And then, to add insult to injury, the lunch ends quite abruptly with Seven pushing back his chair with a scrape and exiting the café (conveniently forgetting to pay for the large lunch and three drinks he’d greedily consumed whilst talking), where he promptly begins to flirt with a girl playing the guitar on the other side of the street. 

You go back to work in a daze. 

Truthfully, you’re a little bit relieved that it’s finally over and that you weren’t the one to have to do the ‘breaking up’ in the end. 

But even though you never really liked him, and even though you think it won’t be enough if you never see his arrogant mug ever again, you still feel that inevitable ache of rejection. The kind which unfortunately hits you right in the middle of your afternoon shift at work, where you almost start blubbering on a customer who innocently asks if you have any vintage picnic baskets. (How could they be so insensitive, don’t they know you went on a picnic for your second date?!)

And after an agonising rest of the afternoon, hating everyone for carrying on as normal as if life isn’t just a cesspit of cruelty, you finally return home from work emotionally exhausted, and desperate to just crawl into bed and hide under the covers forever, until the end of time, please and thank you. 

Except, fate must have it in for you because the very second you make it through the front door, Silco is waiting for you on the sofa.

He jumps to his feet the moment he sees you, looking strangely nervous as he shuffles from one foot to the other. You close the door behind you slowly, eyeing him up like he’s a rabid bunny about to chomp at your ankles. 

It’s tempting to just make a run for it and never look back. But he’s clearly been waiting for you, made doubly obvious by the fact that Vander is watching from the kitchen doorway, leaning casually against the frame with his arms crossed. 

Silco says your name cautiously, drawing your gaze back to him. 

You blink at him slowly which he must take as his cue to start speaking.

"Hey, uh, look," he begins, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, clearly struggling to make eye contact. "I just wanted to apologise for upsetting you the other day. And I didn't mean to imply that you would never be good enough for someone, of course I don't think that." 

"The opposite really…" he then mumbles under his breath.

Vander clears his throat loudly and Silco darts a glance over his shoulder at him. From this angle, you can’t see the face Silco pulls but you can clearly see the pointed look Vander gives him in return. 

Then, just as quickly, Silco swivels back round to face you before awkwardly adding, "And, uh, I'm sorry for crashing your date. It won't happen again. Promise." 

If you weren’t feeling so despondent, you’d have laughed at the irony. No, Silco, you definitely won’t be crashing any more dates. 

You take a deep breath, conscious of his poorly hidden apprehension while he waits for your response. 

"Well, thanks for the apology, Silco, but it really doesn't matter anymore," you say, finding it difficult to inject any kind of warmth or enthusiasm into your timbre. 

But instead of the look of relief you expected, you find yourself confused at the expression of absolute horror that suddenly paints itself across Silco’s face. 

"What." 

"He broke up with me," you clarify with a frown. 

You’re certain that the carousel of emotions that play out across Silco’s face would be thoroughly entertaining at any other time. Starting with pure surprise, that then shifts to guilty relief, before landing on a look that can only be described as torn. 

"Oh," he says, before his features finally, finally drop into concern. "Oh."

You’re not sure what prompts you to do it because it’s definitely not a conscious decision, but all of a sudden you find yourself walking silently to your bedroom like you’re stuck on tracks. You think Silco might call your name behind you, but you can’t respond, stuck in your own little bubble of despair.

And before you know it, you’re getting into bed and hugging a pillow to your body as you begin to cry. 

It’s all a confusing mess of pressure that sits right in your chest; the disappointment, and sense of abandonment, and that awful, desperate hope for a new chance at what you’d hoped might eventually become love. 

You have no idea how long you stay curled up in your bed, but at some point, the sobs  eventually recede into a quiet stream of tears, salting your cheeks. 

In fact, you’re only brought back to the real world when a knock sounds on your bedroom door. 

You ignore it, which only proves futile because a few seconds later the door pushes open anyway, revealing a fuzzy, tear-blurred Silco. 

You watch him silently, blinking the tears out of your sore eyes. Normally, you’d be shouting at him for not respecting your boundaries, but just now, you have no energy to do anything but sniffle and stare. 

"I brought you some tea," he announces, terribly, heart-breakingly soft.

Silco places the tray down on your bedside cabinet with a carefulness you rarely see from the lanky boy, much more accustomed to the rough, slightly clumsy way that he usually trips through life.

But when you finally get a glimpse of the tray, you find that he hasn’t just brought you tea, but also the small box of chocolates you’d spent months scrimping and saving for, just to give to him on his birthday.

Your heart pangs at the thoughtfulness and almost threatens to set you off crying again. 

"Those are yours," you croak out, throat sore and just that little bit swollen. 

His expression crumples into concern at the sound, but he manages to keep that soft, soothing timbre that’s held you together through countless bad nights at this point.

"You deserve them more than I do." 

Your bottom lip juts out in protest against the tears that begin to flow again, entirely without your permission. 

Silco carefully sits down on the edge of the mattress, reaching out with his thumb to gently brush the tears off your cheeks, one side then the other. 

You look up at him and there’s a moment where you wish you could become stuck in time, stay in this bittersweet moment forever, just the two of you. 

"I really am sorry," he murmurs.

"No, you're not," you mumble back, without heat. 

You’re not angry. Gods, you’re far too tired to even think about being angry right now. If anything, you’re just being honest. 

"Okay, well I'm not sorry that you're not seeing that scumbag anymore," he replies, and you can’t help but huff an amused breath through your nose at his candour. "But I am sorry for being an asshole,” he finishes. 

Then, his tone drops right back into that gentleness as he wipes the tears from your face once more. 

"And I'm sorry for making you cry.”

There’s a million things you could say to that, but none of them will really solve anything, so instead you just sniff once and shrug your shoulders the best you can whilst lying on your side, arms still wrapped tightly around your pillow. 

Besides, it wouldn’t be very accurate to say that you’re crying because of anything Silco said, or even because of Seven. 

If anything, if you really think about it, you’re mostly upset because you have a sneaking suspicion you’re in love with your best friend, and if that wasn’t confusing and overwhelming as it is, then you don’t even want to consider what would happen if he didn’t feel the same…

Oh, gods, what if he doesn’t feel the same?

Your expression crumples at the thought of Silco rejecting you, so you shove your face into your pillow as a fresh wave of sobs break through you. 

At this, Silco makes an upset noise from above you, lifting the covers and shuffling to lie next to you in bed. 

He wraps his arms around you, but with the pillow squishing between your bodies it just feels ridiculous, so you tug the pillow from your front and throw it over his shoulder, off the bed, closing the gap to hug him properly.

Silco’s arms engulf you like a lock fitting in a key, your face pressed into his sternum as your arms hug tight around his waist whilst he holds you to his body, one hand cradling the back of your head whilst the other strokes soothingly up and down your back. 

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispers into your hair. "I'm really sorry." 

It takes a few more moments for you to stop sobbing, but you force yourself to push through it. You have to let him know that this isn’t what he thinks it is. 

"It's fine, Silco," you say through gulps of air. "I… I didn't really like him anyway." 

"You didn't?" he says, just a little bit too far on the side of hopeful as he delicately threads his fingers into your hair. 

"No. He was a dick,” you say bluntly. "And he… sometimes made me feel kind of uncomfortable.”

Part of you feels a little bit foolish for allowing yourself to spend so much time with such an insipid person. But this was only your first foray into the world of dating. Who can blame you for hoping it would all get better with time? 

Silco stiffens in your arms, pulling back just enough so that he can look you in the eye. 

"He what?" 

You're genuinely surprised at the venom in his tone. 

"I'm going to fucking kill him," he seethes, fingers tightening ever-so-slightly until he’s gripping the back of your shirt in his fingers. "Did he hurt you?" 

"No, no, nothing like that.” You’re quick to reassure him before he gets the wrong idea. "I just didn't really like it when he tried to kiss me or hold my hand. He was just a bit… I don’t know… gross?"

Silco calms down marginally, to your relief, but a layer of hurt still resides. 

"I can still kill him," he offers darkly. 

"Shut up, you idiot," you chide, but find yourself helpless to the smile that tugs at your lips. 

You pull him back into a proper hug to hide it. Honestly, the last thing this ridiculous boy needs is to be encouraged.

It’s comfortably quiet for a few minutes, and Silco returns to gently carding his fingers through your hair. This is how everything should be. This is how it should feel. 

"Do you think it was my fault?" you blurt out, entirely against your will. 

"What? No. None of it was your fault," Silco insists. "He was the one who messed you about." 

"No, not that, I mean…" you begin, trailing off until you can put it into words. "I just mean, it didn't feel like what I thought a relationship should feel like, you know?" 

Silco shuffles back slightly, close enough that you’re still holding onto one another, but far enough so that he can lay his head on the one remaining pillow you’re currently sharing. 

From here, you can see his emotion-tired expression, faces close like when you were little and Sil would climb into your bed after a particularly harrowing nightmare, telling you stories and nonsense ramblings until you eventually felt safe enough to go back to sleep. 

Except now, there’s something more. Something charged, connecting you in a way that is much deeper and much more rousing than when you were children. 

"How should it feel?" he asks, voice low. 

"I don't know…" you say, considering. "I think… I think you should feel comfortable with your partner, and not nervous all the time." 

He nods, ink hair slowly becoming messier against the pillow. 

"Like you're at home with them," Silco adds. 

"Yeah," you reply, surprised he understands you so well. "And you should want to be around them, not wishing they’d just leave you alone."

The little smile he gives spurs you on. 

"And- and when you kiss, it should feel like nothing or no-one else in the world exists in that moment. Like the only thing that matters is you and them."

Silco carefully tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, the pads of his fingers trailing softly down your jaw, as he looks at you in a way no-one ever has before.

"And you didn't feel any of that with him?" 

A brief pause, as you genuinely, truly contemplate it. 

"No." 

But I did with you. 

"Well, then. He clearly didn't deserve you if he didn’t make you feel any of that," Silco decides, with an air of finality. Like he’s putting Seven to rest. Done and dusted. 

“Yeah, I guess…” you say, cheeks burning a little pink at the compliment. It was probably unintentional, knowing Silco. 

But then, he says your name, expression turned serious, almost startlingly so. 

“Yeah?” you ask, slowly and nervously. 

Silco’s mouth opens for a moment before it falls shut again and he draws you into his embrace once more, hiding his face against the side of your neck. His warm breath tickles your skin and you can’t help but feel that this hug means something, something more than the previous ones did. 

You’re too scared of accidentally ruining the moment to ask.

The two of you lay in each other’s arms for a long while, long enough that you completely forget about the cup of tea steadily cooling on the bedside cabinet. Long enough that you slowly drift to sleep in his warmth, exhausted but for the first time in a long time, comfortable. 

Maybe if you can find a way to stay like this forever, everything will turn out alright. 

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a/n: there’s no unrequited love in this house by the way, all will be well, reader’s just going through it a bit at the moment… and we would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for them meddling emotions!!!

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hi hi are u still looking for prompts?? wolfstarbucks have been HAUNTING me lately omg cannot stop thinking about james and sirius smothering remus in kisses and he’s so flustered and blushy and embarrassed

HI HI BACK! I'm so sorry this has taken so long!! I too am haunted by wolfstarbucks and would be happy to indulge this 🫡 I hope you enjoy 🥰🥰

Just for clarity, this is a modern au where Remus is looking for love, but has been having no luck so far! Whatever will James and Sirius do!!!

This is also soooo out of my comfort zone as someone who has very little romantic experience, so please be gentle with me 🫣

Remus shuts the door with a little more force than he normally would had he known he isn't alone. His cheeks are a blotchy red, and they sting from the biting cold outside. He can feel his shirt riding up underneath his sweater, and his sweater riding up underneath his coat, and his scarf coming unraveled in a way where he can feel the weight of it more on one side of his body than the other. He's holding his keys in one hand, his mail is tucked under his armpit, and he's gripping his now-cold latte in the other hand.

Each of these things alone wouldn't be so bad, except he's just had the most awkward date of his life, and the combination of discomfort, cold, and emotional turmoil is enough to send him reeling.

He stands inside the threshold for a moment and let's the overstimulation simmer, causing a couple of angry tears to well up in his eyes. He shuts them, hard, and takes a grounding breath.

"Remus?"

Shit.

"Is that you coming in? James is here, just so you know!"

Fuck!

Everyone is out to get him today.

He scrambles to set everything down before wiping his eyes and walking into the main sitting room. The sight of James and Sirius—wrapped up on the sofa together in a tangle of limbs—hits Remus like a punch to the gut.

His friends have been together for 8 years now; they're the type of couple that can read each other like book. They're always stuck to each other's sides like glue, so that anytime you need to talk about one, the other name follows naturally: James-and-Sirius.

They're both two beautiful, exciting, adventurous, intelligent and passionate people who come together in a love that's so real and all-consuming, you feel lucky just to be able to witness it. There's some days where Remus is happy to bask in it all—watching their comfortable and easy affection, the kind he could only dream of having for himself, and there's other days where he feels so envious of what they have he could scream.

Today, he just feels defeated.

"Moons! How was your date?" Deep grey eyes sparkle at him from over the back of the couch, but at the look on his face, Sirius quickly sits up—untangling himself from his boyfriend and turning to face Remus.

"Alright?"

The man in question let's out the world's most dramatic groan as he makes his way around the couch. James and Sirius shuffle apart a bit so that when Remus flops down, he's sandwiched between them.

"I didn't know you had a date today, was it really bad?" James is blinking wide concerned eyes him from behind his glasses.

"Yeah, it was just with some guy I matched with on a dating app. I usually don't have any luck with those things but this guy—oh, his name was Corey by the way—I don't know, this guy seemed really nice."

Remus lets out a sad little sigh.

"And he was nice, and he was handsome too..." He trails off dejectedly at that.

"So," Sirius asks, "why are you so upset? Did he do something to-"

"No! He was perfectly lovely! It's me, it's- I'm- I fucked it all up!"

He feels fingers settle in his hair as he slouches back into the couch, most likely James.

"I was just so... weird! I mean, we'd been messaging back and forth for two weeks, and then today, the whole date, I felt like my skin was too tight and I was so hyper aware of every single movement I made and every word coming out of my mouth. Even with all of that though, it was pleasant and good, and I thought things were going really well, but then after like an hour, max, he let me know that it wasn't going to work out..."

"Aww, Moony I'm sorry."

James guides Remus's head down to his shoulder, and Sirius sets his hand on his knee, rubbing back and forth in a comforting way.

He lets out a little sniff.

"I don't know, maybe I'm pathetic for wanting something real. Something like the movies, you know? But the epilogue of the movie, where the happy couple is unpacking their boxes in their shiny new flat with their cozy shared bed and comfy couch that they'll spend Saturdays on." Sirius moves closer, wrapping his free arm around Remus—he continues.

"I want to be in love. I want magic and closeness and someone who gets me. Who sees every part of me, and still likes me. I want to be sure. I want them to be sure. I'm tired of going on these pointless fucking dates with people I don't know. All they ever see is how nervous I am, and how awkward I am, and how I can't flirt or how weird-looking I am, or how embarrassing it is when I think they're trying to hold my hand when they're actually reaching for the salt."

With one final puff of air, Remus his steam. "I want to find something like what you guys have."

"Me and Prongs?" Sirius smells so good. He's leaning closer now, so that him and James are making a little triangle that shelters Remus between them.

"Yes! I want to be in love with my best friend! Not a stranger from an app or a bar. I just feel like I'll never be able to find anyone that likes me enough to know me, you know?"

James's fingers in his hair make Remus feel sleepy and comfortable—his voice is warm in his ear, "Moons, lots of people like you, you're very likable. Me and Sirius like you, a lot."

"Yeah, but you guys already know me. You were able to tough it out through the really bumpy, awkward stuff. And it was easier for you because we were kids. But now I'm an adult, and I'm shy and strange and haven't kissed anyone in over a year!"

Remus feels himself flush all over from the admission, but his all his frustration and insecurity is spilling out now, pathetic and ugly all over the floor.

"And I love you guys both, but it- it's painful sometimes to see you together. You've clearly found something special, and I don't blame you at all for my bitterness, but I am bitter! I just want to kiss someone, I want to love someone!"

The fight goes out of him all once, and the tears that have been welling up all day are starting to stream quietly down Remus's red cheeks. He feels James swipe a thumb over them softly.

Sirius is trailing his palm—wide and warm—up and down his thigh.

"Moony..." Sirius speaks quietly, like he's trying not to spook a scared animal, "How come you never said any of this before?"

"I didn't-" Remus starts, but gets interrupted.

"Ah- no, don't give us the I didn't want you to feel bad for me spiel. We care about you Moony. We're your best friends. We love you and we want you to feel loved. We want you to feel good."

The low hum of James speaking so closely to Remus makes his eyes shut. He feels so warm.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"No, no none of that, okay? No apologies."

Remus feels a soft, chaste kiss get pressed to his temple. James keeps talking.

"Remus you deserve to feel loved every day of your life. You're so amazing and kind and witty and handsome and good. Anyone who doesn't see it, isn't fully looking. You're so good and so special. Especially to Sirius and I."

Another kiss, this time on his cheek. Sirius's lips are cool against his burning skin. Remus knows he must look like a tomato.

"You deserve someone who sees you, who knows you."

A kiss pressed under his ear. Remus shivers.

"What- what are you doing?"

"It's okay Moons," from Sirius.

Another kiss.

"Let us make you feel wanted," from James.

Another kiss.

"Let us make you feel good," from James again.

Remus is nearly overwhelmed by what's happening. He can feel James tilt his head to the side by his hair to expose the skin of his neck. He feels Sirius pressing open mouthed kisses there, the drag of his chapped lips ticklish.

"But um, you and Sirius are- are together, and I- I can't-"

Sirius shushes Remus softly, and speaks lowly, his lips moving against the shell of his ear.

"Don't worry about that Moons. We've enough to share, yeah? Doesn't that sound nice?"

Remus whines quietly, blushing in embarrassment at the soft chuckle this draws out of Sirius.

It does sound nice.

James snakes his arm around Remus's middle, drawing him even closer into his embrace, and begins to lay kisses across his cheekbones, his nose, his closed eyelids—anywhere he can reach.

"We want to take care of you, love." He pauses his assault to look Remus in the eye. "Let us take care of you."

Shaky and breathless, Remus lets out a whispered okay, and suddenly Sirius is drawing him away by the chin, and pulling him into a kiss.

It's a soft kiss. Gentle and barely-there, as if leaving room for Remus to pull back.

Remus doesn't pull back. Instead, he whimpers, quietly, but he may as well have stuck his head out the window and moaned for how loud it feels in the silent room. Taking his response as encouragement, Sirius deepens the kiss—parting Remus's lips with his tongue and licking into his mouth.

Remus is floating. He might have died and gone to heaven. He isn't sure, but the feeling of Sirius Black kissing him so thoroughly while James Potter runs his hands through his hair and nips at his neck is enough to make him feel like maybe he's in the afterlife. Or maybe he's dreaming, except his dreams have never, ever been this sweet.

By the time Sirius pulls away, Remus's skin is hot and he's breathing heavily. His vision is still a little blurry from his tears, but he isn't crying anymore. He looks into crystal clear eyes, and he swears his heart stops beating. It's the exact kind of insane, romantic, unrealistic feeling he's been chasing with all of his pointless fucking dates.

Except it isn't unrealistic. It's here. It's here.

"Let us love you Moons."

He takes a solidifying breath. James has stopped his movements and is now nuzzling into Remus's neck— waiting for Remus to respond. Sirius's hand—which had been about a centimeter from Remus's crotch—moves across his lap to grasp at James's own, and it all clicks into place.

This. This is what he wants. The both of them, here, together, but also... With him.

His next words are nervous, but sure.

"Okay, I will."

Remus yelps as he's bodily picked up, and tossed over James's shoulder while Sirius laughs loudly.