#That if he did have a fling it would be fast and far away from the twins to keep them safe

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

@quibble-auk I blame the worms

Remember when I said Pretenders always know pretty quickly who is and isnt like them. Lemme just say the love hits like a train, since them meeting another of their species that is compatible genetically is so slim. Take this with a grain of salt, it was the "Can you feel the love tonight" song and yeah.

If this happened though, Comet is fighting it the whole way.

[moonriizing]

is it new year’s yet? | l.hs (18+)

Coming home for Christmas is your least favorite part of the year. But this time, you're up for a pleasant surprise when you get introduced to your cousin's friend from uni, Lee Heeseung.

Genre: holiday fling, smut Pairing: Lee Heeseung x afab!Reader Warnings: mature themes, explicit sexual content (18+) Notes: 9.7k words. Listening to is it new year's yet by Sabrina Carpenter. First post on this blog and first enha fic! Do let me know what you think about this. Thank you! Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know them personally, nor do I claim they would ever behave in real life like they were portrayed in this story. ALSO, if you see a similar story from a different blog for a different idol (nct mark), that is me. xoxo, cal.

Holidays are for family reunions and coming home to bond with your loved ones. Bullshit. You’d rather be anywhere but here.

Here being your family home, bright and cheerful with Christmas decors and merry chatter from relatives and family friends. The sweet smell of cinnamon and gingerbread permeated the halls and the Christmas songs playing from the speakers your mother had strategically placed around the house were grating on your nerves, making you dizzier than the champagne you were drinking. 

Home. Familiar, warm, and somehow... suffocating.

You didn’t hate your family—far from it. You loved them with every fiber of your being. But that didn’t make the family tradition of hosting a horde of relatives and family friends for Christmas any less unbearable.

You should be used to it by now, considering how your mother had always made it her mission to be the ultimate hostess. What might have seemed magical when you were a kid now felt so unnecessary. As you grew older, it became harder to tolerate the endless stream of insufferable relatives and their even more insufferable commentary.

“Did you lose weight?” a distant aunt asked, her eyes raking over you like you were a mannequin in a store window. “You need to eat more. You’re so skinny.”

Just call me fat, why don’t you? you thought to yourself, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “I know. I did it on purpose,” you replied curtly before tossing back the last of your champagne. You didn’t wait for her reaction. You simply walked away, the bubbles fizzing in your throat as you searched for somewhere to hide.

You wove your way through the crowd, dodging overly familiar pats on the shoulder and sidelong glances that screamed When are you graduating? or Where’s your boyfriend?

The living room was packed with people swapping stories you’d heard a hundred times before. The scent of pine from the overdecorated tree blended with the warm spice of wine and sugary sweetness from the dessert table. The whole atmosphere was so perfect and festive that it made it a little hard to breathe. 

You needed air. Or another drink. Although, both are fine too.

In the kitchen, you poured yourself another glass of champagne and leaned against the counter, fishing out your phone to scroll mindlessly. A part of you considered texting Yeonjun—the guy you couldn’t stop thinking about. He was probably back in the city, having the time of his life at some glittering party—champagne in hand, gorgeous people all around, someone to kiss at midnight.

“Fuck this,” you muttered under your breath, stuffing your phone back in your pocket as you walked out of the kitchen.

Rounding the corner too fast, you slammed into someone—a steady grip caught your arm before the champagne could spill. 

“Easy there,” he said, his voice low and warm. You glanced up and found a stranger: messy hair, sharp jawline, and an easy smile that contrasted with the chaos around you. He looked your age, maybe a bit older.

“Thanks,” you muttered, eyeing him curiously. You could not remember seeing him anywhere before, so naturally, your immediate assumption was that he was a guest’s plus one. He could be a cousin’s boyfriend or something and you were just about to ask him that when your cousin Jake appeared beside him.

“Oooh, look who showed up!” Jake said, tilting his head with that playful glint you always found irritating.

You rolled your eyes. “I always show up.”

“Of course you do.” Jake leaned against the wall, arms crossed and grinning. “You hate it here, don’t you?”

You tilted your head at him, pretending to think. “What gave it away? My overflowing enthusiasm?”

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” Jake teased. “A little family bonding with your favorite aunts would be nice. Aren’t you supposed to pack them a gift each?”

You drained the last of your champagne, letting the fizz linger as you looked at your cousin. “I’d rather die.”

Jake laughed, nudging Heeseung with his elbow. “This is my cousin. She’s the resident Grinch. But don’t worry; she’s fun when she wants to be.”

“I can hear you,” you gloated.

“I know,” he said, his grin widening. “So? Are you going to spend the whole night sipping champagne like a miserable bore?”

You gave him a flat look. “Oh my god. You can read minds?” you deadpanned.

“Well, perfect! You’re already dressed for the occasion,” he quipped, gesturing vaguely at your casual attire. He laughed but stopped when you didn’t even crack a smile. “Tell you what, Heeseung and I are heading out. You’re welcome to join us if you want to.”

“No.”

“Come on. It’s gonna be fun.” Before you could refuse again, Jake slung an arm around your shoulder and turned to Heeseung. “She’ll come. She just likes to play hard to get.”

“I really won’t,” you retorted, trying to shrug him off. “I don’t feel like tailing you two all night.”

“What else are you gonna do—sit in a corner and glare at people?”

You rolled your eyes, but the answer was obvious. Staying inside meant more questions, more relatives, more everything you were trying to avoid.

“Fine,” you muttered. “But if you drag me into something ridiculous—”

“You’ll have fun. Promise,” Jake interrupted and then turned to Heeseung. “She’s coming.”

Heeseung’s smile was easy, almost reassuring. “No pressure. It’ll be chill.”

You smirked. “You clearly don’t know Jake.”

With that, Jake led the way, practically bouncing out the door. You followed, stuffing your hands into your coat pockets as Heeseung fell into step beside you.

The winter air hit you like a slap, crisp and biting, slicing through the lingering scents of cinnamon and pine. It was a relief, though, clearing your head from the stifling warmth of the house. You walked down the quiet streets with Jake, Heeseung, and a few friends you used to hang out with growing up. They led the way, cracking jokes and tossing playful banter back and forth, while you stuck closer to the back with Heeseung.

“I can’t believe they’re still dating,” you muttered, eyeing a pair in front of you.

“Who? Them?” Heeseung asked, making you glance briefly at them.

You nodded. “They started dating when we were sophomores in high school. And they’re still together.”

Heeseung hummed. “They must really like each other then.”

You grimaced, eyeing the lovey-dovey couple in front. “I don’t know. They used to break up and make up. It was exhausting. Everyone thought they’d break up for good after graduation. But, well… here we are.”

“Guess they like running in circles,” Heeseung said lightly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He glanced sideways at you. “What about you? Do you think people like that can actually work out?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, unsure if the question was casual or probing. “I think it depends on how much drama you can stomach. Personally, I’d rather avoid it altogether.”

Heeseung tilted his head thoughtfully. “No drama, huh? That’s a pretty high bar for relationships.”

You smirked, knowing how ironic it was for you to say this despite having a relationship drama. “Tell me about it,” you mumbled.

It was easy to figure out Heeseung’s intentions. The whole time, he didn’t try to hide it, nor did he try to send mixed signals. It was pretty clear with how close he was standing beside you, how his shoulder almost brushed yours. The way Heeseung’s eyes lingered on you when you spoke, the way he tilted his head when you laughed, like he was committing the sound to memory. How, even when you weren’t talking, he stayed within arm’s reach, his gaze flickering to you every now and then. How his focus remained on you.

And then there was the way he leaned in just slightly when he made a comment, his voice low, his words meant only for you.

He was attentive in a way that surprised you, even in the most casual moments. As you explained how you and your friends used to kill time in this sleepy town—late-night drives to the lookout point, sneaking snacks into the single-screen movie theater, racing bikes down the old dirt trail—Heeseung listened with genuine curiosity, his eyes lighting up with every story.

“So, let me get this straight,” he said when you were alone at the swings. You sat comfortably on the swing while he pushed you gently. “Not only did you race down a hill that sounds like a death trap, but you’re telling me you were the reigning champion?”

You tilted your head, feigning offense. “Why do you sound so skeptical?”

“Oh, I believe you,” he said, his smirk widening. “I’m just wondering how many people you bribed to throw the race.”

You gasped playfully. “Excuse me, I won fair and square.”

“Sure you did.” His laughter was low, warm, the kind that made you feel comfortable with him.

You smirked. “Why else would I bring it up? Go ask them.”

He chuckled, nodding his head. “You seem really confident… I believe you.”

You were quiet for a while, with only the creaking sound of swing filling the silence. The tip of your shoes dragged lightly with every swing, carving the damp ground underneath.

Heeseung asked after the silence stretched out. “So, is that all you did for fun around here?”

“Pretty much,” you said with a shrug. “Lame, huh?”

“Not at all. It’s simple but it has its charm,” he said softly, pausing as he held the swing tight to stop it. “It says a lot about you though.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him with a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Are you calling me charming?”

“Maybe,” he said, his voice light but his gaze unwavering. “What would you do if I was?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Depends. Is this small-town charm talking, or do you actually mean it?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Trust me, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

“Well, aren’t you a smooth talker?” you teased, though your voice had softened, your usual sharpness dulled by the way Heeseung was looking at you.

He grinned, leaning just a little closer, his voice dropping lower. “Only with the right company.”

You held his gaze. “Right company, huh?” you murmured, your heart thudding as you tilted your head, meeting his eyes.

He smiled faintly, his voice dipping lower. “You know I mean it.”

His gaze lingered on you, his head tilting ever so slightly as he leaned closer. You barely noticed the chill in the air anymore, not when the space between you seemed to shrink. His hand brushed the chain of the swing, his fingers close enough to graze yours. His breath mixed with yours, the faint scent of his cologne and the crisp night air filling the gap. Slowly, as if testing the waters, he leaned in, his focus entirely on you.

Your fingers twitched on the swing’s chain, almost brushing his. His lips hovered near yours now, and for a moment, everything else faded away—

“Yo, there you are!” Jake’s voice broke through the stillness, loud and completely unbothered.

You flinched, the spell breaking as you turned toward the sound of footsteps crunching against the gravel. Jake and the others were strolling toward you, their laughter cutting through the quiet.

Heeseung straightened quickly, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. “Ah, that’s too bad,” he murmured, his voice low enough just for you. “I thought we’d finally lost them.”

A quiet laugh escaped you, even as warmth lingered on your cheeks. “I didn’t know we were doing that.”

He shrugged, a glint of mischief in his eyes, so you swatted his chest lightly, the playfulness easing the tension.

Jake raised an eyebrow as he approached, his gaze flicking between you and Heeseung. “What, were you two having a moment or something?”

“Not even close,” you shot back, sharper than you intended. “What do you want?”

“Lori was asking if your mom baked a fruitcake this year,” he said, pointing toward your friend Lori.

You glanced at her, catching her expectant grin. “You know what,” you said, rising to your feet, “she did. You should grab some before it’s gone.”

Lori and the others cheered. Though your mom’s fruitcake wasn’t your favorite—too sweet for your taste—you still felt a swell of pride knowing it was the highlight of every Christmas. It was this pride that made you wanna bring them over, so with Jake leading your group, you headed back to your house, noisy and in high spirits.

Like opposite sides of magnets, you and Heeseung found each other again and fell behind the rest of the group. He leaned into your ear as he asked, “Are we gonna pick up where we left off?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Depends on how charming you are for the rest of the night.”

He held your gaze, his smile softening. “Challenge accepted.”

You felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you let the confidence he’d drawn out of you take hold. “You’ve been following me all night. You like me, don’t you?”

Heeseung didn’t even bother denying it. His smile widened, his voice steady as he replied, “Can you blame me?”

You chuckled. “Don’t fall for me, though. I’d hate to break your heart once the holidays are over,” you told him, grinning playfully before walking faster to rejoin your friends.

Heeseung stayed back for a moment, watching you. Too late, he thought. You really should’ve warned him sooner.

“If this was a uni party, someone would’ve spiked the eggnog already,” you mumbled, your eyes scanning the room filled with family, friends, and all the usual holiday chaos.

Heeseung’s voice was low beside you, cutting through the noise. “Really?”

You nodded, not looking at him. “Oh yeah. If you want to survive the night here, you have to make your own fun.” You shot him a side glance, half-smiling. “Otherwise, it’s just... this.”

For a brief moment, Heeseung said nothing, but you could feel him shifting beside you. Then, in a voice laced with amusement and mischief, he said, “I’ll be right back.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Alarmed, you grabbed his arm and yanked him back before he could get too far. “No, Heeseung!”

He turned toward you, his grin dangerous. “What?”

“No, seriously,” you whispered urgently, trying to keep your voice down. You scanned the room quickly, then pointed across it with dramatic flair. “Old people.”

Heeseung’s brow furrowed, clearly confused, so you leaned in just a little closer. “That’s my great-uncle,” you said, nodding toward an elderly man in a faded cardigan who was snoozing away in the rocking chair. “He’s 84 and can’t have alcohol. But he’s obsessed with eggnog. Let’s not ruin this for him.”

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, fighting back a laugh. “That’s not so Grinch of you.”

“I make exceptions for people I like,” you said, your voice dropping to a playful whisper.

His smile deepened, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Is that so?” he asked, teasing but warm. “What exceptions have you made for me so far?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop your smile from widening. “I’m not answering that.”

“So there is something, then?”  He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek, as if the answer were hidden in your response.

“I’m not answering that either.” You chuckled, taking a step back with an exaggerated sigh. You started heading toward the patio, but Heeseung’s long strides quickly caught up, his footsteps just behind you.

The cold night air hit your skin as you stepped onto the patio, but the firepit’s warmth immediately enveloped you. Your friends and cousins gathered around, roasting marshmallows and swapping stories. You sat on the same bench as Heeseung, his presence adding warmth and comfort. You joined the conversations with the others, while occasionally having your own little talks with Heeseung.

The more you talked, the closer he leaned toward you, his eyes never quite leaving your face as if he were soaking in everything you said. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the heat of both the fire and his proximity. 

As the night wore on, the laughter around the firepit thinned out, your companions dispersing one by one to retire for the night. Soon, it was just you, Heeseung, and Jake—both guys occupied with something on Jake’s phone. Left to your own devices, you scrolled aimlessly through social media, eventually landing on a friend’s Instagram story.

Yeonjun appeared in the group photo, looking happy and festive at what seemed like a rowdy party. You checked your inbox, hoping for a message, but he hadn’t even read the last one you’d sent. A sigh slipped from your lips louder than you intended, and Heeseung glanced up at you.

“You okay?” he asked quietly as you quickly turned your screen off. His cheeks were flushed, likely from the cold and the alcohol, and his eyes looked a little sleepy from the late hour. The sight of him brought a comforting warmth to your chest.

“I’m fine,” you mouthed, holding his hand that rested on your arm.

Suddenly, Jake shot up from his seat with a sharp exhale. “Let’s get out of here. I’m about to lose it with this Mariah Carey song they’ve got on repeat.”

“You go ahead. I’m gonna stick around for a bit,” Heeseung replied, squeezing your arm before rubbing his thumb against your jacket.

Jake noticed your joined hands and narrowed his eyes at the two of you. “You guys are getting cozy.”

“Are we?” you teased, glancing at Heeseung and shrugging. You leaned against his chest playfully and added, “I hardly noticed.”

Heeseung played along, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer. Jake shook his head, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “If you’re gonna have sex, don’t do it in our room.”

The comment made you roll your eyes. “This is my house, Jake. We can do it in my bedroom!”

Jake didn’t respond, only raised a middle finger at you two before walking away. You laughed, watching him disappear into the house. But beside you, Heeseung had stopped grinning, his expression shifting to something more serious, his eyes wide with shock.

You raised an eyebrow. “What? I was just joking.”

Heeseung blinked a few times, looking away as he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I know.” His voice was a little more strained, and you noticed a blush creeping up his neck.

You couldn’t resist teasing him further. “Did you think I was serious?” you asked, leaning in just a little closer.

Heeseung turned his head slightly, his eyes flickering toward you for a brief moment before he fixed his gaze on the fire. “Not at all,” he replied quickly.

“Oh? So you’re not interested?” you pressed, enjoying the sight of him flustered.

“I didn’t say that,” he responded too eagerly, too quickly.

The sudden shift in his tone caught you off guard. You hesitated for a moment, watching him carefully before you let out a soft laugh. “Okay,” you said, wanting to ease the tension. “I was just messing with you. Relax.”

Heeseung didn’t answer immediately, but you saw his posture stiffen, his hand slipping from your shoulder as he cleared his throat again. The air between you two felt thicker now, charged with something neither of you wanted to bring up.

You let the silence hang there for a few moments before turning to look at the house, your smile a little softer. “Anyway,” you muttered, standing up, “let’s get back inside.”

Heeseung didn’t say anything as he followed you, the air between you was thick with tension, but neither of you said much as you both walked toward the staircase leading up to the upper floors. It was past midnight. You had intended to hang out with him a bit more, but the night suddenly started to catch up with you after that awkward exchange with Heeseung.

It shouldn’t be a surprise. He clearly wanted you, at least based on how he’d been flirting with you all night and how you almost kissed at the playground earlier. And to be honest, you were entertaining the idea of a holiday fling with Heeseung. He was very attractive and he’d done nothing to raise any red flags so far. So why did the sudden sexual tension seem to make things awkward between you?

As you reached the hallway, you turned to him with a small smile. “Well, guess it’s time for me to call it a night,” you said, your voice a little quieter than usual.

Heeseung nodded, but there was something in his expression that suggested he wasn’t ready to say goodnight just yet. “Yeah… sure,” he replied, his eyes focused on you.

You both stopped in front of your door and there was a silence that stretched longer than either of you anticipated. When you reached for the doorknob, Heeseung didn’t say anything, though you could see the dejected look in his eyes that he failed to mask with the smile he was wearing.

“See you in the morning?” you suggested, offering him something to look forward to despite the seemingly disappointing end to the night. “That is, if you’re still here by then,” you added, a low key attempt at asking what his plans were for tomorrow.

Heeseung smiled warmly. “I might have volunteered to be tomorrow’s Santa Claus, so I think I’d still be here.”

You chuckled, the tension easing just a little. “Are you serious?”

“No,” he chimed with a playful grin, reaching for your hand and brushing his fingers lightly across your skin.

The touch was so small, yet it felt electric. Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. His eyes locked with yours, holding a silent intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You found yourself leaning in, just a little bit closer, your breath shallow.

“Heeseung, I—” you began, only to cut yourself off because you didn’t really know what you were gonna say. Or if you should even say anything at all.

But then you both understood without words. Your nerves seemed to settle, and without another sound, Heeseung leaned in, his lips pressing gently against yours.

It was soft, almost questioning at first, but the moment it happened, everything else seemed to fade into the background. The lingering discomfort from the teasing, the unsaid words—everything disappeared. For that one exhilarating moment, there was nothing but the warmth of him against you.

When the kiss broke, you both stood there, breathless, eyes wide. You let out a nervous laugh, still trying to gather your thoughts. “That didn’t just happen,” you chuckled.

Heeseung’s gaze softened, his lips curling up into a small, almost sheepish smile. “Was that too fast?” he questioned playfully.

You exhaled a laugh, shaking your head. “Not really, but… let’s just pretend it didn’t happen,” you said, trying to play it cool, but your heart was still racing.

He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Good idea.”

You stood there for a whole minute, staring at each other in the quiet, with only the faint sound of Christmas carol from the living room filling the silence. “Good idea,” you echoed quietly, but your eyes were fixed on his lips, plump and inviting.

Before you knew it, you were kissing again, this time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, the kind that made your knees a little weak. His hands settled gently on your waist, making you hyper aware of the way your bodies are pressed against each other. For a moment, you let yourself forget about everything else—the holiday chaos, your family, Yeonjun.

When he pulled back slightly, his gaze was intense, searching yours. “You good?” he rasped, his breath warm against your face.

“Totally,” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back in for another kiss.

You kicked your bedroom door open, tugging him inside without breaking the kiss. In no time, you found your back pressed against the wall right by the door, Heeseung’s lips ravaging yours with a kiss that made you go feral.

When his hand slipped under your shirt, you held it tightly, debating whether to let him go there—caught between wanting to retreat and wanting to give in. As your hesitation stretched, Heeseung took it as his cue to pull away—not completely, just enough to press his forehead against yours and cup your cheeks

“Is that a ‘no’?” he whispered, his voice laced with playful warmth.

You chuckled, still a little drunk on his lips—on him. “Are you hurt?” you asked playfully, though your concern was sincere. “Your ego, I mean.”

“Hmm, not really,” he replied, shivering under your touch when your hand ran from his arm to his neck. “I’m more hurt somewhere else.”

That made you laugh and hit his chest playfully. Heeseung caught your hand, keeping it on his chest as he closed his eyes—forehead still pressed against, his breathing steady but deep, his lips lifted slightly in a faint smile.

You planted a soft kiss on his lips and took a small step back. “Aren’t you leaving?”

Heeseung clutched his chest, feigning a pained look. “Ouch. I’m getting kicked out too? This is torture.”

The sound of Christmas carols from the living room filtered through the door, a reminder of the world just outside, but neither of you seemed in a rush to leave. Heeseung looked around your dimly lit bedroom, studying the space as if familiarizing himself.

“I don’t want to push my luck,” he said, his voice low as he glanced back at you. “But this is much cozier than the guest room I’m sharing with Jake.”

You smirked, catching the insinuation in his statement. “It’s a no, Heeseung.”

Heeseung winced visibly. “Is that final?” he asked, making you chuckle.

“We only just met.”

He shrugged, nodding thoughtfully. “That’s fair. It was worth a shot, though.”

You had to admit, you considered it. Just the idea of being in Heeseung’s arms stirred something inside you. A feeling that, if you were being honest, you weren’t expecting to feel at all when you boarded the train home for the holidays. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the loneliness of the night creeping in, but right now, you felt more alive than you had in weeks.

Heeseung tilted your chin, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips once more. “Good night?”

“Good night,” you chimed, holding his hand against your cheek.

But he made no move to leave, he just stood there, staring at you as if it would physically pain him to look away. Then he leaned in for another kiss, and you were more than happy to oblige.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he teased, forehead pressing against yours.

“You’re one to talk,” you retorted, rolling your eyes playfully, though your smile was soft, just a little more sincere now.

The next morning, breakfast unfolded in a much quieter manner than last night’s festivities with everyone still half-asleep and quietly eating. Across the table, Heeseung seemed perfectly at ease, though you couldn’t ignore the occasional glance he sent your way—or how your gaze sometimes lingered on him longer than it should.

Your mom’s attention was on him, which was understandable since he was the only new face around the dining table. Your mom said she didn’t get the chance to properly get to know him because yesterday was hectic. Heeseung didn’t seem to mind, he was polite and spoke with courteousness and a charming demeanor. 

“So, Heeseung,” your mom began to add as she reached for another piece of toast, her tone light but curious. “How do you know Jake?”

You smirked, glancing at your cousin. “Yeah. You seem too cool to be hanging out with this dork.”

Heeseung glanced at Jake, who was already sighing as if he knew what story Heeseung was going to tell. “We met during our first year,” Heeseung said, chuckling. “It was a… uh. Freshman prank.”

“Freshman prank?” your dad asked.

Heeseung hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s a long story, but basically we fell victim to a freshman prank and ended up getting scolded by the college dean.”

“Oh my god! Jake said he was scolded by the dean for dancing around the school grounds in a bear costume. Was that it?” one of your cousins asked.

“Yeah,” Heeseung replied, his laugh a little sheepish. “It was actually the school mascot suit. They asked us to wear them at a freshman event for extra credit. Then we found out in the end that it was a faculty briefing, not a freshman event.”

Jake exhaled, exasperated by the memory. “ We even danced without knowing our mascot heads were switched. I was a lion with a bear head.”

Your mom laughed again, shaking her head. “Well, that’s one way to make a friend.”

“And now you’re stuck with him,” you teased, looking at Heeseung.

“Pretty much,” Heeseung agreed, his gaze flicking to you with a warm smile. “But hey, life’s never boring with Jake around.”

You smirked. “You’re too kind. Just say he’s an idiot. He doesn’t mind.”

Jake waved his fork in the air, scoffing at you. “Joke’s on you. Heeseung would never say that about me.”

Heeseung shrugged. “Well, he’s kind of… an idiot.”

Jake gasped. “What have you done to my friend?” he accused dramatically, pointing a finger at you.

The conversation soon shifted from playful banter to lighter topics as the meal wound down. You mostly stayed quiet, stealing occasional glances at Heeseung, who somehow managed to charm your family without even trying. When breakfast ended, your mom handed you a towel. “You’re on dish duty today,” she said with a kind smile.

Heeseung stood without hesitation. “I’ll help.”

“Very gallant of you,” your mom quipped, her tone amused as she watched you carry the dishes away.

When your family was out of earshot, Heeseung leaned in close, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Figured I’d earn some points.”

You chuckled, shaking your head but not protesting as he followed you into the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves with ease, taking the stack of plates from your hands and grinning like this was second nature to him. The two of you fell into a quiet rhythm at the sink, you rinsing while he dried.

“So,” he began after a moment, breaking the silence with his usual casual tone. “Your mom’s cool. Super curious, though.”

You snorted. “That’s her way of being welcoming. Consider yourself officially part of the family.”

“Is that so?” he asked, his tone teasing. “Guess that means I have to stick around,” he added, bumping his elbow against your arm.

You rolled your eyes, recognizing the playful hint. “Only as Jake’s friend, though.”

“What do you know? She might upgrade me to Son-in-Law once she sees my dish-drying technique,” he quipped, his shoulder brushing yours as he reached for a dish and started wiping with exaggerated flourishes.

“Son-in-Law is a pretty big leap from Nephew’s College Friend.”

He grinned with mock confidence. “I’m Lee Heeseung. Anything’s possible.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Alright, Golden Boy.”

“You’ve got a pretty lively family,” Heeseung said after a pause, his tone softening. “They remind me of mine.”

“Oh, yeah?” You glanced at him, curious. “Big Christmas crowd?”

“Not as big as yours, but yeah. We do the whole chaos thing. My mom insists on playing charades after dinner, even though none of us can act to save our lives.”

You chuckled at the image, your hand brushing his as you passed him a plate. The touch lingered for half a second too long, enough to make your heart skip a beat. When you looked at him, Heeseung was already watching you, his voice dropping to something quieter as he leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

“By the way, you look lovely this morning.”

The compliment hit harder than it should’ve, leaving you momentarily flustered. You managed to play it off with a teasing smile. “Trying to earn more points?”

“Maybe,” he replied with a grin, leaning just a fraction closer.

You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. “Just dry the dishes.”

Heeseung grinned, leaning slightly closer. “Maybe.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. “Just dry the dishes.”

His soft laughter warmed the kitchen, the hum of last night’s lingering tension sparking again between you. By the time you handed him the final dish, there were no more “accidental” brushes—Heeseung took your hand outright, pulling you gently forward to steal a quick, mischievous kiss.

You gasped, heat rushing to your face as you slapped his arm. “You sneaky little—”

Before you could finish, he leaned in again, catching you in another kiss, quick and light, as if testing the waters. Then he turned back to the towel like nothing had happened, leaving you standing there, your thoughts a flustered jumble.

Exhaling a mock exasperated sigh, you gave up on playing it cool. Closing the small gap between you, you slipped your arms around his waist, letting your cheek rest briefly against his shoulder as he put the last plate away.

“This is nice,” he murmured, discarding the towel and turning to face you. His arms wrapped around you naturally, pulling you close. “Makes us look like boyfriend and girlfriend, doesn’t it?”

You scoffed, stepping back slightly. “Don’t push your luck.”

But when you turned to leave, Heeseung caught your wrist, pulling you back into a tight embrace. “Where are you going? Stay.”

You hesitated for half a second, then melted into his hold, your hands settling lightly on his waist. “What are we even doing?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, resting his chin lightly against your hair. “But it’s nice.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips. “It kinda is.”

The moment was broken by the faint sound of singing from the direction of the main door. Heeseung’s brows rose as he glanced toward the sound. “Carolers?”

“Yeah,” you replied, pulling away and jogging toward the door. Outside, a small group of children and teenagers stood assembled like a festive choir, their voices harmonizing in cheerful Christmas melodies. Your family was already out there, listening with smiles on their faces.

Jake noticed you standing beside him and leaned in. “Tell me why I can’t punch the carolers.”

You snorted. “Because it’s not their fault you didn’t pass the auditions.”

“Right,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Wait, what? You auditioned for this?” Heeseung asked, his expression bewildered.

Jake smirked, unbothered by the attention. “I’m a man of many talents, my friend. They fumbled real bad when they decided to reject me.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, exasperated. “You’re insufferable.”

“You love me for it.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. Christmas morning chaos, as always.

The rest of the day unfolded in a series of warm, chaotic moments. After the carolers left, your family gathered in the living room, eager to keep the festive spirit alive.

Someone—probably Jake—suggested a game of charades. It started out as a reluctant group activity but quickly spiraled into uncontrollable laughter as your aunt wildly flailed her arms trying to mimic Jaws, and your dad confused everyone by acting out Titanic with interpretive dance.

Heeseung fit right in, his easygoing personality making him an absolute hit. He was surprisingly good at charades, though you suspected he was just adept at playing to the crowd. When it was your turn to act, he leaned over to Jake and whispered something that had both of them laughing under their breath—probably a jab at your complete lack of acting skills. You shot them a mock glare, but it only made Heeseung grin wider.

When the game wound down, your mom announced it was time for gifts. You handed your parents the small, thoughtful presents you’d prepared—a new mug for your dad’s coffee addiction, and a scarf you’d crocheted for your mom.

“You shouldn’t have,” your mom said with a soft smile, wrapping the scarf around her neck immediately.

Others exchanged gifts, too, and to your surprise, a few came your way: a box of chocolates from your aunt, fuzzy socks from Jake, and a cute notebook from a younger cousin. You hadn’t expected anything from anyone other than your parents, so it warmed you more than you cared to admit.

Heeseung, meanwhile, didn’t seem fazed by the lack of a gift exchange between the two of you. Instead, as the wrapping paper chaos settled, he nudged your arm.

“Guess we forgot to plan this part, huh?” he quipped.

“Yeah, well,” you replied, shrugging, “we didn’t exactly have time for shopping.”

Heeseung leaned back against the couch, thoughtful. Then his face lit up with an idea. “How about we exchange something else?”

“Like what?” you asked, curious.

He reached for his phone, pulling up a playlist. “Music,” he said simply. “I’ll share a song I love, and you do the same. It’s like a tiny window into who we are.”

You hesitated for a moment but nodded. “Okay. You first.”

He scrolled through his playlist before handing you one of his airpods. The track was a mellow, soulful tune with heartfelt lyrics, and as it played, you found yourself surprised at how much it suited him—genuine, unpretentious, and warm.

“I like it,” you admitted, handing the phone back.

“Your turn,” he said, leaning closer as if to make sure he wouldn’t miss a beat.

You picked something a little more upbeat but with a nostalgic edge. The second it started, Heeseung grinned, nodding along to the rhythm. “Good choice. I can see why you like it.”

For the rest of the evening, the two of you exchanged little pieces of yourselves—stories, favorite movies, quirks. It wasn’t the traditional gift exchange, but it felt like something better, something that fit the budding connection between you.

Later, as the family gathered for a Christmas movie, Heeseung ended up beside you on the couch. The warmth of him sitting close felt comforting, and somewhere in the middle of Love Actually, his hand found yours under the blanket draped over your lap.

As the movie played on, you felt your phone buzzing on your lap. You picked it up in a heartbeat, a force of habit that made you feel a little pathetic. Letting out a sigh, you tucked your phone away, refusing to check what the notification was about—or who it was from.

Heeseung leaned closer, his voice low but curious. “Who is he?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“The guy,” he clarified. “The one who keeps making you wait for him.”

You chuckled nervously. “There is no guy.”

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. You sighed. “Fine. There is—was, actually. I think I’m done waiting for him.”

“Why is that?”

You tilted your head slightly, taking a very good look at the beautiful man before you. A smile crept across your lips. Why, he asked? It was because you met him—Lee Heeseung, who wanted you and made it clear. Heeseung, who gave you signals and acted on them. Heeseung, who not only spoke honestly about how much he liked you but also went out of his way to show it. Heeseung, who gave you more in two days than Yeonjun had in three months.

“You staring at me like that is making me wanna kiss you right now,” Heeseung said softly, cutting through your reverie.

You grinned. “Do it then.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips brushed yours, warm and soft, and for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

Across from you, Jake grimaced, letting out an exaggerated groan. “Guys. Just get a room already.”

You pulled back, your cheeks warm with embarrassment. Heeseung didn’t seem fazed smirking as he laced his fingers with yours.

“Ignore him,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

You giggled, the giddiness bubbling up. “He’s right, though,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “We should probably get a room.”

Heeseung’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Okay,” he said, as if it was the easiest decision in the world. “I’d never say no to that.”

Jake let out another theatrical groan from across the room, muttering something about needing bleach for his eyes. But neither of you paid him any attention as you shared a knowing glance, the warmth between you now impossible to ignore.

Laughter spilled from your lips as you and Heeseung slipped out of the living room to the quiet halls upstairs. The muffled sounds of the movie still playing below faded with every step. Heeseung stayed close, his hand brushing yours until he tugged you gently back and spun you to face him.

“Come here,” he murmured, stealing another kiss.

You giggled, pulling away just enough to tease him. “Have some restraint, will you?”

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, his voice low and mischievous. “That’s too much to ask of me, you know?”

Your laughter filled the empty corridor as you took a step back, only for Heeseung to chase after you. His hands found your waist, pulling you close before kissing you again, slower this time, his lips lingering like he had all the time in the world.

By the time you reached your bedroom door, your cheeks ached from smiling, and your heart was racing. You kissed him there, leaning against the doorframe, your fingers tangling in his hair as his hands rested firmly on your hips.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you both freeze. You pulled apart to see your old uncle shuffling past, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing as he continued down the hall.

Heeseung pressed his forehead against yours, biting back a laugh. “Think he’ll tell your mom?”

You snorted, pushing him lightly. “Does it matter? Bet everyone knows there’s something between us by now.”

“Touche.”

With a shared grin, you twisted the doorknob and pulled him inside. The door clicked shut behind you as you stumbled into the room, your lips finding his again in the quiet.

Gentle hands cradled your face as his lips moved against yours. When he pulled back, his eyes met yours with an intensity that made youre breath hitch. His touch trailed to your chin, guiding your head slightly as his lips pressed softly along your jaw.

You tilted your head instinctively, granting him access, and he didn’t waste the opportunity. His kisses wandered down to your neck—soft brushes, playful nips, and teasingly light touches. Each one sent sparks skittering across your skin.

When his tongue flicked against the sensitive spot beneath your ear, you giggled, stepping back slightly. The sound was as much a reaction to the ticklish sensation as it was to the heat pooling low in your belly.

“Sorry,” he said, his warm laugh brushing against your skin. “I thought you’d like it.”

“Oh, I like it,” you admitted, brushing your hair aside to bare your neck again. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

His fingers lightly traced the column of your neck. “Why not?”

“I’m… ticklish,” you said shyly, rolling your eyes to downplay your embarrassment.

Heeseung chuckled, sending butterflies racing in your stomach. His smile softened as he leaned in, teasing, “Noted.”

You sighed dramatically, unable to keep the playful glint out of your eyes. “Did we come up here just so you could tease me like this, or…?”

His eyes narrowed, his expression turning mock-exasperated. “Dude, why are you ruining the moment?” he asked, pulling you by the nape of your neck for another kiss. A deep one—heated, fervent, intoxicating, leaving you heady and utterly captivated.

Carefully, he lowered you down the bed, his lips not leaving yours. With one swift motion, he pulled your shirt off and tossed it aside, pausing to marvel at your body. You could see the desire in his eyes—clear and unadulterated.

“Well? Don’t just stand there and stare,” you whined cutely, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment but trying to keep your composure.

Heeseung exhaled sharply, crawling on the bed to kiss you again. “Can’t help it.”

His lips traveled the length of your neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. With his mouth, he traced the line between your breasts, down to your stomach, until he reached your navel. Heeseung didn’t stop there. He undid your jeans and tugged it down before pressing his nose on your sex and taking a long sniff.

“Heeseung,” you whispered, the pressure from his nose making your body burn with anticipation. 

He knew exactly what he was doing, pushing your underwear aside and licking a stripe at the pooling wetness between your legs. He continued with expertise, making you writhe and moan in ecstasy. You tried to close your legs when the stimulation became too much, but Heeseung’s grasp of your thighs was tight, prying your legs open so he could continue what he came to do. All you could do was whimper and grab a handful of his hair. 

Your mind was screaming for him to stop, but your mouth could only utter his name as your hips bucked forward, eager for more.

Then he suddenly stopped, leaving you momentarily confused. He came back up, hovering over you with a proud smile on his face. You thought he was done but before you could utter a word, two of his fingers slipped into your cunt, making you gasp.

Heeseung didn’t say anything, he just grinned wider, seemingly proud of how good he was making you feel. His fingers slid in and out in a steady pace, growing more rapid and urgent the more he saw your face contorting with pleasure and euphoria. 

“Yes!” you exclaimed, your back arching as you felt the familiar knot in your belly. “Don’t stop!”

And then came a euphoric wave engulfing your entire being. You froze for a moment, your mouth gaping open as you relished the momentary high that washed over you. Heeseung’s fingers were still inside you moving in small motions as he kissed your forehead.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he lilted before capturing your lips in a fervent kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you met his kiss with a hunger that bordered on desperation.  Everything else faded, and before you knew it, the two of you were naked on the bed, moving together like it was the only thing that mattered.

The air was heavy with the sounds of your shared passion—your breathless moans, his deep groans, and the unmistakable sound of skin slamming against skin. Heeseung was a perfect fit, his every thrust reaching a depth that had you spiraling into an irrational desire for more. More, as though he hadn’t already completely consumed you.

Your fingers dug into his back, your grip tightening with every surge of pleasure. When he pinned your wrists above your head, your body arched instinctively, your hands grasping at the sheets as you gasped for him to keep going.  When his teeth grazed the sensitive curve of your neck, your entire body lit up, every nerve alive with overwhelming pleasure. And when he murmured your name, his voice rough and breathless, it was enough to push you closer to the edge, leaving you lost in a desperate, dizzying need for him.

Heeseung was a vice. He unraveled you, body and mind, until nothing existed but the maddening ache of him and the desperate, spiraling desire to never let this moment end.

“Oh, Heeseung.”

“What do you want, baby?” he asked in a low, deep and raspy voice sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

“Harder, Hee. Please.” you cried out, not even caring to hide how needy you were.

“Shit,” he grunted, spurred on by the need in your voice. “You’re so...” 

He didn’t finish his sentence, instead, he kissed your lips and picked up his pace. Rocking with more force and intensity. Drilling deeper with every thrust. Fucking you senseless until you were crying out his name and begging him not to stop.

The knot in your core coiled tighter with every thrust, your body trembling beneath him as you clung to the last shreds of control. His movements grew more frantic, each one sending shockwaves through you that built higher and higher.

“Heeseung,” you gasped, your nails dragging down his back as the heat between you burned hotter. He groaned in response, low and guttural, the sound sending you further into overdrive.

When his mouth trailed down, teeth grazing your nipple just right, your world seemed to have shattered. A wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body arching into his as you cried out, completely undone. He followed moments later, a broken sound leaving his lips as he buried himself deeper, his own release spilling into you.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both catching your breaths with your foreheads pressed together. The world slowly shifted into focus, the haze of what had happened between you lingered in the air as you found yourself coming back down from what had felt like an incomparable high. Soon though, the weight of his body pressing against yours made breathing slightly harder. 

You gave him a gentle nudge, your voice soft. “Heeseung, you’re heavy.”

He grinned, rolling onto the bed beside you with a contented sigh. “Better?” 

You nodded, meeting his gaze as he brushed a few stray hairs from your face. “You okay?” he asked, his tone quiet but sure.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice coming out quieter than intended. “You?”

Heeseung’s smile widened. “Never better.”

Before you could think of something clever to say, he leaned in, his lips grazing yours in a way that made your heart flutter all over again. The two of you stayed like that for a while, stealing quiet, intimate moments in the privacy of your bedroom. Eventually, you both knew you couldn’t hide away forever.

When you finally slipped back into the hallway, your cheeks were still warm, and you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. Heeseung stayed close, his shoulder brushing against yours as you rejoined your family in the living room.

For the rest of the day, his presence was a constant. Whether he was cracking jokes with Jake or leaning in to share a private comment that made you laugh, it felt like he’d completely settled into your orbit—and you didn’t mind.

It didn’t take long for everyone else in the house to notice your growing closeness with Heeseung. Your cousins teased you relentlessly, joking that Heeseung was the Christmas Miracle who made you shed your Grinch fur. Even your parents joined in.

“Had I known all it would take for you to stop grimacing every year on Christmas was a boyfriend,” your dad quipped, “I would’ve asked your mom to set you up on blind dates ages ago.”

“Ew, Dad. That’s so lame,” you replied with a grimace, though a pang of guilt flickered in your chest. For years, they’d put up with your reluctance to embrace the holiday spirit, and it hadn’t been fair to them.

Later, while Heeseung was off chatting with your cousins, your mom quietly pulled you aside. “I like him,” she said with a knowing smile. “He seems like a really sweet guy.”

“He is,” you admitted softly, hesitating. “But we don’t know much about each other. This is probably just… some temporary holiday fling.”

“Is that what you think?” she asked, tilting her head thoughtfully. “Well, sometimes those ‘temporary’ things surprise you. It’s just nice to see you happy.”

Her words replayed in your head, even as the evening unfolded into more teasing, laughter, and the occasional stolen glances between you and Heeseung. It felt effortless, the way he was seamlessly pulled into your family’s fold—laughing with your cousins, charming your parents, and somehow always finding his way back to your side.

At one point, as you leaned against the porch railing, your gaze wandering to the clear night sky, Heeseung appeared at your side. His hand brushed yours before his fingers slipped between them, the motion casual but deliberate.

“Wanna get out of here?” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear.

“And go where?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.

“Anywhere,” he said with a crooked smile. “I just wanna be alone with you.”

You didn’t even have time to answer before Jake, lounging on the couch nearby, cut in with exaggerated indignation. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he sighed.

“But now that it is happening, I guess all I can say is fuck you guys and please get out of my sight,” Jake added, rolling his eyes. “You have no respect for the single loners hanging out with you, did you know that?”

You snickered. “This is why you bring your girlfriend home for the holidays, not a hot friend.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Jake retorted, crossing his arms.

“And whose fault is that?” you teased with a grin.

Jake shot you a pointed look. “Don’t act so smug. You’ve been a Christmas Grinch for years. I’m not taking any advice from you.”

“Fair,” you admitted with a shrug, wanting so much to keep taunting him but deciding against it because he was right.

Your cousin cut in from across the room. “Jake, when did you say you were leaving again?”

“Tomorrow morning,” he replied.

“Already?” you asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” he continued, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction. “We have a New Year event at uni. Heeseung’s needed for some important technical stuff. And me? Well, they need me for my invaluable presence.”

The chatter around you faded into the background as Heeseung tugged you closer. “You should come see it,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with intention.

You tilted your head, curious. “Is it fun?”

“I hope so,” he said with a small, crooked smile. “If it’s not, I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

You giggled when he kissed the side of your head. “How are you gonna do that?”

“Well, for starters…” He paused, whispering lower, “I’ll take you somewhere private and show you a really good time.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Lame,” you quipped, pushing his face away.

Heeseung threw his head back laughing. “Okay. I’ll try to come up with something better.”

And just like that, the night became a blur of moments—each one filled with laughter, teasing, and kisses that were never fully explained, only given and received.

It happened again. And again. The gentle pull of his lips on yours, the warmth of his touch, the way he always found a way to stand just a little too close. By the time the night had fully settled into the late hours, the two of you were tangled up in your bedroom again, tipsy, comfortable, and perhaps a little too far gone to really care about the next morning.

The train ride back to the city was as mundane as ever, but there was a nice buzz in your nerves this time. You sat back comfortably, looking out the window at the snowy landscape that blurred past. The past few days felt like a dream, a Christmas full of laughter, teasing, and beautiful moments with Heeseung. 

Your phone buzzed in your hand, pulling you from your thoughts.

Heeseung: See you Wednesday?

You smiled to yourself, the memories of the past few days flooding back—his easy laughter, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room, and the way his touch always seemed to leave a mark on your skin. It had all gone by so quickly, but in the best way possible. Everything had felt easy, comfortable, and natural in a way you hadn’t expected.

The holiday season had come to an end, but what you’d shared with Heeseung was just starting to unfold. There was something about it that felt like fate, or maybe just the simple truth that it was time for you to stop waiting for something that had no guarantee would ever happen.

You quickly typed your reply, your fingers moving almost instinctively.

You: Can’t wait.

When you hit send, you leaned back into the seat, letting the train’s motions settle the buzz in your busy mind. The thought of seeing him again made your heart clench in the most pleasant way.

You couldn’t wait for Wednesday. For fuck’s sake, you couldn’t wait for the New Year.

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[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

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09: Cum and go.

wc: 1500+

I could feel his eyes on me. The hot flashes of the camera didn’t feel as electric as his stare. It was pitiful, really. I found myself losing focus, constantly looking around to find his shadow walking around. And it always seemed to be so close. 

He didn’t have to be here. Matt had no obligation to stay for anything, but he did. It was because he wanted to be there for his brother and I knew that, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I played a part too. 

“Do you need a break?” Danny asks from behind the camera. Her management voice seems to soften with the question - the same question she had asked me at least four times now, but I just couldn’t seem to be just a puppet for once. My smile kept falling, my eyes kept trailing wondrously. 

Shaking my head, I bite on my inner cheek, trying to peel my attention away from the racing thoughts and back to the shoot. 

I wish he didn’t affect me so much. Even freshly out of a relationship, I didn’t even think about Hayden this much. In fact, I had rarely thought about Hayden at all. Just a taste of bitter regret when his name floated into my mind. 

A couple more snapshots and the photographer finally calls it good. I walk over to my stuff, gathering everything back into my bag before flinging it over my shoulder. My body just feels sore. Random aches and pains were multiplying, a lack of sleep starting to catch up to me both physically and mentally. 

The hiss leaving my mouth from the sharp sting is barely audible, I look around to take one last look, my eyes landing on him, Matt. And he’s staring right back at me. 

Concern is plastered on his face. I don’t bother trying to look anymore, brushing past a small crowd of people and trying to get to the door. It’s a morning shoot, it’s barely noon and I’m exhausted. 

Grabbing the handle to the door, my heart drops as I hear fast footsteps run up from behind me. 

“Wait -,” 

Turning around, I come face to face with Matt. A reeling weight of guilt pummels down as I feel the urge to launch myself into his arms. 

Why do I still feel like this? 

Shouldn’t it be… different? 

“Are you,” he pants, rubbing his hand over his face, “-are you okay?” 

Am I okay?

No, but telling him would only make things worse. 

“I’m okay.” I state shortly. 

Matt’s eyebrows furrow, his hand reaching up and scratching behind his neck. “I, um - do you wanna…can we maybe -,” 

“Not today. Sorry,” I spit out, rushing my words painfully as I turn and walk out the door. 

Waves of air fill my lungs. My chest gets heavier, each step feeling more forced as I further the distance between myself and Matt. 

I want to be with him. Today, tomorrow, and everyday. But, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t want to be with the person who I cheated on someone with. That would only end in disaster - a disaster bigger than the one already in place. 

My feet stumble to a stop on the pavement. Should I turn around? Manon was a good friend, I loved her, but she didn’t give me the feeling he did. Nobody did. 

Maybe no one ever would. 

“Hey,” I feel his hand on my shoulder, Matt’s hand. I don’t have to turn around or look over my shoulder to know it’s him, the wave of comfort from the heat of his touch lets me know, something relaxing deep inside of me tells me it’s him. 

“We shouldn’t be talking, Matt-,” 

“Then let’s not talk. But I’m your friend. I know when you’re not okay, we don’t have to talk, but I’m not gonna let you be alone while you’re going through something.” 

His words slip through every crack of the wall I had been mentally building. I just can’t stay away, I can’t resist him. The feeling I get while being around him is something irreplaceable. I was addicted to the heat of his touch, the comfort of his words, and the way he made everything feel so… light. 

No words. I simply nod, letting him guide me by pulling my elbow, opening the passenger door of his car. 

Sitting down, I stare up at him. “Don’t you wanna stay for Nick?” I ask. 

Matt shakes his head. “I didn’t come for Nick.”

He buckles my seatbelt across my body, his hand lingering on my knee for a brief moment before he stands up and softly shuts the door. 

He didn’t come for Nick. 

He came for me. 

___

Silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. Not even in the slightest. Matt had given me a change of clothes, one of his baggy T-shirts and a pair of our matching pj pants, the pj pants. 

The ones that had led to this disaster. 

What really happened? 

We lay on his bed, a foot of empty room between us as we stare at the TV mounted on his wall, playing reruns of shows. My body seems to ache, trying to maneuver closer to him each time I shift myself in the bed. I don’t even realize it until I feel our knees touch. 

“Do you…can…” He stutters over his words. I let myself curl under his arm, laying on his chest and nuzzling my cheek against his soft shirt. Matt stiffens. His body slowly falls back limp, his hand hesitantly starting to rub my shoulder as he pulls me in closer. 

It feels so peaceful, so calming. The lack of sleep seems to catch up with me quickly, my eyes feeling heavy as I let my lips start to speak the words balancing on the tip of my tongue for what felt like ages. 

“What happened that night?” I question. 

Matt goes rigid. He clears his throat, taking a deep breath. I can hear his heartbeat quicken. 

“I, uh, I -,”

“I won’t be mad,” I cut off. “I just want to know.” 

The drum of his heart seems to calm slightly. His hand starts to tangle with the ends of my hair, nervously fidgeting with it as he clears his throat once again.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I had a dream and I never meant to make you uncomfortable - all I know is that I woke up with um…I just - I changed pants and I hoped you didn’t notice. I’m so sorry, I never meant to make you uncomfortable -,” 

“You didn’t.” 

The interruption makes his ramble of words come to a halt. His fingers stop fiddling with my hair. I feel him move, looking down at me as I stare back up at him from the uncomfortable position. 

I lay back down on his chest comfortably, my hand gliding over his chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt. “I woke up. It…it wasn’t very long, but…I didn’t want you to stop.” 

Silence. Matt seems to process the information slowly, his heart returning to a normal beat. “You…you didn’t?” 

“No.” I say simply, sighing before peeling myself out of his embrace, laying on my back as I cover my face with my hands. “I went to talk with Hayden. I…I knew I couldn’t do it anymore, but when I went to his place, some girl answered his door.” 

Ugh. The same rush of emotions waves in like a hurricane. 

“I’m so sorr-”

“For what? That my ex boyfriend was cheating on me? I cheated on him. I don’t even have the right to be upset. I…I’m more upset with myself than him. I mean, I…I really like you and I just…I don’t think we could ever be together, it’s so… wrong.” 

Time seems to freeze. I hear his breath hitch, finally uncovering my face to see him sitting up, staring into his lap with glossy eyes. 

“...Matt?” I ask, sitting up and placing a hand on his shoulder. 

And that’s when I feel it. The slight shake of his body before a harsh cry purses through his lips. I’ve never seen Matt cry. At least not like this, it’s always been tears of laughter. I could feel every wall I had built up crumbling down, the stamina for holding some sort of restraint disappearing as I wrap my arms around him and hug him in towards my chest. 

“I - ‘m sorry. I didn’t - didn’t mean to and I -” He hiccups, grasping onto my waist for stability as he sobs into my chest, soaking the material of the shirt. 

Before I know it, a tear glides down my cheek, falling into his hair. Matt freezes, pulling himself up before staring at me sadly. “Can I just…can I just hold you? Pretend that none of this ever happened? Just…just us. Please.” 

An offer I can’t refuse. I nod, laying back down, my eyes feeling wet and heavy as Matt pulls me into his chest, his hold impossibly tight. And I know why. 

He knows he’ll have to let go. 

[moonlight-prose]

hi! just watched someone like you last night & i saw your requests were open for eddie 😫

either:

1. "did you just wash these sheets?" "i did." "they smell nice. and they're still warm."

or

2. "we should really get up." "we should....but we won't."

whichever you like better!! they both screammm eddie to me

love is here to stay

a/n: what i wouldn't give to cuddle with this man in the mornings. possibly making him late for work as other things ensue. and i've always tied jazz songs to movies from the early 2000s and 90s. so this is based off the ella fitzgerald & louis armstrong song. i fear i'm down bad for this man and would love to have him be my boyfriend.

summary: mornings where the summer heat was unbearable and energy was nowhere to be founr, made getting up a difficult task. add a sleepy eddie and a multitude of kisses and suddenly it became near impossible.

word count: 1k

pairing: eddie alden x reader

warnings: semi-explicit so 18+ ONLY!!, summer heat eviserating anything fun, banter, eddie being a fucking tease, sweat, he calls the pussy her, comfy loving scenario.

New York City roared to life on the other side of your apartment wall. Chatter of people shouting, horns of taxis already stuck in morning traffic. Not even your shut and locked window could block each noise that came through. It was a place that demanded to be heard the second the sun rose up in the dark blue sky.

You mumbled something unintelligible, hand reaching for the covers that were no doubt kicked to the bottom of the bed. Halfway through the night the air shut off—effectively making your place a hellscape with no chance of avoidance.

What began as a night filled with naked skin and fast bitten thrusts, turned to the both of you sleeping as far away as humanly possible. You were almost certain if you opened your eyes you'd find Eddie at the edge of the mattress—his body covered in a sheen of sweat. Matching you completely.

"Mm," he groaned into his pillow, flipping over to his side, an arm flinging around your bare waist. "You move too much."

"Shut up," you muttered.

You could feel the tendrils of a somewhat breeze filter in through the living room where you'd left the fire escape window open. Neither of you bothered to shut it after the glass of wine and shared cigarette turned to stripping him of his shirt and you of your pants. It felt like a miracle you made it to the bedroom at all—his body collapsing atop yours with a pained groan; hands grasping for any piece of plushness he could find.

"Make me." Even in sleep he managed to grin like a tease. His eyes shut and hand shifting to cup your bare ass. "Feels like you want to," he sighed around a half yawn.

You shuffled closer, cheek pressed to his chest. "Feels like the fuckin' world is on fire."

He tapped your ass. "That it is baby."

What little energy you could gather was bled from your body the longer you lay there. Summer eviscerated any means of joy in your life. What could you do? Hiding inside was all you had left in order to escape the heat. Now even that left you withering against his torso—body slick with sweat that would only return moments after you washed it off.

"Eddie," you yawned, throwing your arm over his stomach. He offered a grunt; the heat now muddling his brain and cutting off his ability to form words. "You work today?"

His arm raised above his head, onto the pillows beneath him. (Pillows he stole in the middle of the night.)

"I could," he sighed. "Got lots to do at work."

"Ah. I forgot. Big time hot shot."

The audible smack of his hand landing harder on your ass made you laugh; your leg kicking out to deter his attacks. He couldn't help it. Toying with your flesh was the highlight of his mornings. His eyes creeped open, lips tugging into a lazy grin that screamed drowsiness. Only to watch as he jiggled your flesh—fingers kneading at you like a fucking cat who just found the softest pillow in the world.

"Unless you intend to fuck me stupid Alden. I'd stop that."

His head fell back with a raspy groan. "Got no energy to fuck you stupid baby." You glanced at him, chin resting on his chest. "How about I just fuck ya? Huh?"

"Stupid or no deal," you mumbled.

"My cock is gonna be begging for you all day."

"Too bad." You smiled, pressing a kiss to the hair that nestled in between his pecs. "Shoulda thought of that before you didn't call the super to fix the fuckin' air."

His sigh was wistful—-relenting. "Yeah I know. I'll call 'em today."

The city took over your conversation when silence began to filter in between the cracks of your haven. In this small bedroom, you were safe. Content even as the warmth of your lover began to stick to your skin and cause discomfort. Moving wasn't an option. Nor was taking a cold shower.

So you remained there, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath.

"We should really get up," he muttered, head turning to face the window.

The sun came through your sheer curtains, casting a shadow along the hardwood floor. You marveled at how picturesque it was—how heavenly.

"We should..." You placed another kiss against his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat along your tongue. He groaned, his eyes meeting yours. "But we won't."

"Baby," he breathed.

Your eyes narrowed. "Don't even think about it Eddie."

"C'mon!" he laughed. "Lemme eat your pussy. I'll be really nice to her."

"Fuck off. 'S too hot." You buried your face into his skin, biting back the peal of laughter he could tell lay on the tip of your tongue.

"All I'm saying is she's never not liked my tongue down there."

The loud smack you land to his stomach causes a howl of laughter to erupt from his chest. His body rolling over to trap you beneath him—pressing you down into the mattress as he bit at your neck. Another echo of the city poured in through the open door, cracking through the bubble you both resided in. But the feel of Eddie trailing kisses down your stomach killed every sound that didn't belong to him.

"Too hot my ass," he mumbled along your hip bone, teeth scraping the skin hard enough to draw a moan from your lips. "It's never too hot to have something sweet, baby."

You smiled, curling your fingers into his hair. "I hate you."

"You love me," he retorted, drawing your thighs up and over his shoulders. "Admit it."

When he looked at you like this: eyes bright enough to put even the sun to shame. How could you say anything but yes?

[ashwhowrites]

Hi! So i’ve been nonstop listening to strawberries & cigarettes by the lovely Troye Sivan, and I had an idea for like a one shot or a two parter if you think it could be!

So my idea, bare with me for a minute 😂.

Maybe like a popstar fem reader x rockstar!eddie, maybe had a fling or were dating and eddie calls it off abruptly and she writes strawberries & cigarettes and performs it and maybe he is in the crowd or finds out though social media (im thinkin kinda modern but if that doesn’t fit with an idea you have whateves!) and like he regrets it or something along those lines.

maybe angsty.. happy ending? the interpretation is up to you! i just really think that song fits popstar x rockstar eddie for whatever reason! i would love to see it.

Thank you!!!!! happy writing ;)!

Posting my drafts! Hopefully you find this❤️

Strawberries & cigarettes

Y/N knew that with her fame, love was going to be messy and public. She knew it wouldn't be easy to hide away from the perving eyes that followed everywhere she went. Thrown into the famous world and meet people in her same position, it was only a matter of time until she found comfort in someone.

His name was Eddie Munson, a rockstar that many people knew. They were in different music genres, yet they were a perfect match. They were electric and their love was filled with fiery flames. It was hot, it was fast, and then it all stopped. She felt like she was running for her life, chasing after him. But the second she reached to touch him, he vanished.

Remember when we first met? You said "light my cigarette" So I lied to my mom and dad I jumped the fence and I ran But we couldn't go very far 'Cause you locked your keys in your car So you sat and stared at my lips And I could already feel your kiss

The party was loud and Y/N needed a moment of peace. She snuck out the back, hoping no one was watching her sneak out. She breathed a sigh of relief when she met the cold air. She could hear the party inside and the music vibrating off the walls.

"Needed to escape too?"

She jumped as she heard a voice, unaware she had a guest, or became a guest. She turned and took in the dark figure that hid in the shadows.

"You got a lighter?" He asked, moving into the light. She tried to hide her shock once she recognized who it was. She dug in her pocket and pulled out her lighter, nervously flicking it until a spark came to life. He held the cigarette between his lips, leaning down until his cigarette met the flame. She watched in awe as he inhaled the smoke and backed up.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" His raspy and deep voice made her shiver in the cold night.

"Y/N" she smiled. Eddie nodded at her name, like he recognized it.

"Ah! The popstar right? With the cute short skirt and boots," he sent her a wink and she could already feel herself being a puddle at his feet. It was her signature look, half the time she didn't care about the attention she got from it but knowing it caught his eye made it worth it.

They ended up talking that whole night, outside hiding from the party. He was a bit older, in the industry much longer, but there was a connection neither could deny. She didn't think the age difference was anything to worry about, but she was wrong. She was young and in love, so easily manipulated by a man flaunting at her feet.

At first she didn't see the red flags. She loved the sneaking around and meeting in hotel rooms. She loved the feeling of being in love.

Long nights, daydreams Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

"Then you make an "O" with your lips," Eddie instructed. Y/N listened to his words, watching as he inhaled the smoke and blew out small smoke rings.

He smiled as he did it perfectly, he went to help her do it next but she crashed her lips on his. He moaned and happily kissed her back. She could taste the smoke, the flavor making her crave him more.

He pulled back, licking his lips as she took the cigarette and inhaled the smoke. His hands held her hips as she sat on his lap. She passed him the cigarette, and reached for a strawberry on the nightstand. She stared into his eyes as she seductively bit into the strawberry. She moaned at the sweetness, the juice coating her lips and dripping down her chin.

Eddie leaned in, catching the strawberry juice that worked down her neck with his tongue, licking all the way up until his tongue met her mouth.

Y/N snapped out of her memory when she felt her eyes getting wet. She sniffled and put down her pen. She thought writing out what she felt would heal her, but all she felt was her heart breaking even more.

She looked at her phone, itching to call him but she knew it wouldn't do any good. Then her eyes looked at the pack of cigarettes in her purse. She knew it was a bad idea, but she reached forward and grabbed it anyway.

She wouldn't admit it to anyone but she missed Eddie more than words. He didn't want her, and he never did. He wasn't in love, it was all lust. She was the idiot that fell in love. Her hands shook as she lit the cigarette, the second she tasted the tobacco on her tongue she felt like she was tasting him.

She closed her eyes, picturing his soft lips against hers as she puffed on the stick. It was like she was there with him again, tasting him.

Remember when you taught me fate Said it'd all be worth the wait Like that night in the back of the cab When your fingers walked in my hand Next day, nothin' on my phone But I can still smell you on my clothes Always hoping things would change But we went right back to your games

She sighed in comfort as Eddie's fingers trailed across her naked back. Her body tucked against his as the hotel sheets covered their bodies.

"Do you think we'll ever leave the hotels behind?" She asked out loud. Something she's been dying to ask but afraid of the answer. She felt something real for him and she didn't want to scare him away. But she needed more.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" He asked, shifting so he could look down at her face. She looked up at him, soaking in his warm brown eyes.

"I'm starting to fall in love with you. But I don't want to continue if this is all we'll ever be," she confessed. The heaviness to her words hung in the air as Eddie thought of what to say.

In the moment she believed him. She believed the kiss that landed on her lips was passionate and real. And she believed his words when he whispered: "We'll be so much more than this."

Then the next morning he was gone and the bed was cold. Nothing left behind, not a note or a text. He vanished and she wished she realized sooner that it wouldn't stop.

She blinked away her tears as she wrote the lyrics. In a way it was healing her but hurting her too. There was so much hope she held for their relationship. She was an idiot in love so she went back to his games. She chased after him, not caring she was giving him exactly what he wanted.

It all blew up when he showed up at her place. She was shocked to see him there, but he had this distant look on his face. His body was cold as he walked past her and into her home. It didn't take long for her to end up under him as their bodies moved against each other.

She'll never forget the pain in her chest when he dressed himself in a hurry, the words slipping out of his mouth.

"I think we should break this off," Eddie said as he zipped up his jeans. Y/N stared at him in shock, wondering how it was possible to say those words without any emotion behind it.

"What? Why?"

"I'm not cut out for this relationship shit. You want to be public and official and I just...it's not me."

Y/N stopped writing when the pencil led snapped, unaware of how harsh she began writing. She could feel the same feeling of anger filling her. She wanted to laugh at his excuse. He was older than her and yet he wasn't ready for a relationship? Pathetic.

And even if I run away Give my heart a holiday Still strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you You always leave me wanting more I can't shake my hunger for Strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you Yeah, they always taste like you You Long nights, daydreams With that sugar and smoke rings Always taste like you

Y/N finished the song and added it to her setlist for her new tour. She figured new cities and constant travel could give her heart a break. Tickets were sold and seats were filled, she could hear people chanting her name.

Music was her way to heal and she was about to give the performance of her life. She performed all the sappy love songs she wrote during their relationship, the crowd singing along. She wondered if they ever found out who the inspiration was for all those songs. Eddie kept their relationship hidden but she released their secrets through music.

"This last one is a brand new song. I went through a pretty rough breakup a few months ago and this is the product of it. I hope you like it,"

~

Eddie was scrolling on his phone, a random naked girl in his bed as she slept the night away. He hadn't slept in months, wide awake every night as he thought of her.

Eddie caught up on all the recent celebrity drama that filled his timeline, but he felt himself freezing when a video of Y/N appeared.

He debated clicking on it. He stared at the frozen picture, taunting him to click play and see her again. The small photo was enough to make his heart race. He looked down at the stranger next to him, confirming she was asleep. He clicked play and turned up his volume lightly, the sound of her voice filled the silence in his hotel room.

"Remember when we first met? You said "light my cigarette"

The first words she sang had Eddie sitting up straight. He was used to songs being written about him. Most of her songs became about him during their relationship. But the sound of her voice cracking caught him off guard.

He should've clicked off the video but he was in awe of seeing her again. She looked gorgeous, with boots and a skirt. It was a skirt he had in his hotel room many times before, he didn't know he could miss an article of clothing but he did.

As the song continued, the more Eddie felt sick. She sang with such hurt and anger. The video ended and he couldn't help but look at the replies. He was curious if anyone knew who the song was about, as she was respectful enough to not mention him.

One reply cracked the code, a paparazzi photo of Eddie smoking that cigarette as Y/N held the lighter in her hands. The comments began to flood as people freaked out over the new information. It didn't take long for his phone to begin filling up with notifications.

He slammed his phone down and crawled out of bed. He slipped on his boxers, and walked to his jeans as he fished out a cigarette. He walked out to the balcony, lighting the small stick and inhaling the smoke immediately.

He rolled his eyes as he noticed paparazzi down below. The song was quick to fill his head, the lyrics repeating over and over as he easily could remember each memory that connected.

Truthfully he already missed her. He missed her the second he broke it off. He was scared but he wished he ignored the fear. Hell he wished he allowed himself to stay with her. It was clear she felt something for him still and he couldn't help but have an itch to see her again.

He continued to smoke his cigarette as he thought about her. Would it be too late to beg for her back? He finished his stick and threw it to the ground. He raced back into his hotel room and grabbed his phone. He scrolled through his contacts until he found her name. He debated in his head for a few minutes, notifications still rolling through.

He bit his lip as he began to type, his thumbs clicking the letters and hitting send.

"I still taste you too"

He held his breath as the message went through. He was surprised to see the message was read fairly quickly. He held his breath as the tiny bubbles popped up on his phone, she was typing something.

He waited for what felt like hours

....

.....

.....

The tiny bubbles disappeared and his message was left on read.

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[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Chapter 4

Finnick x Reader

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I’m on a roll with my writing! Was able to grind out another chapter today. Lmk what you guys think of the story so far :)

Content warnings - descriptions of death and lots of angst

My love, you have my heart for all of eternity. And if I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips.

You and Finnick had never been anything more than friends, although friends feels like an understatement to describe what you are to each other. After your games, you lived in Victors Village with your family, doing your best to heal.

When your family was killed after your victory tour, the victors deemed that you weren’t stable enough to live alone. You were only 17 and had nobody left to take care of you.

Finnick had volunteered to move in temporarily until you were better, but better never happened. He felt guilty about how he mentored you. He had told you that what you did in the arena didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how many you killed, or how you killed, it was a game and to play it you had to be entertaining and win sponsors.

So, you entertained. You joined the career pack, hoping they would take out most of the other tributes for you so there would be fewer for you to worry about. That only worked for a week.

One week in, your district partner was killed and you were on the outs. The alliance would turn on you at any moment, so you had to strike first.

You lay awake in the arena, nearly two weeks into the games, as the pair from one were on watch. They thought you were asleep, just as you had hoped they would.

“Let’s kill her now,” Gimena stated.

“How?” Aries replied.

“I’ll wake her up and ask her to go pee with me. You’ll follow and provide back up if the fight drags on longer than necessary,” she told him.

“I doubt you’ll need me but go ahead,” Aries chuckled. “She’s all yours.”

You can still feel Gimena’s hand on your arm, shaking you awake.

“Hey,” she whispered. “I need to go pee. You’re coming with me as guard.”

You nod and follow her into the trees, preparing to use the knife hidden in your sleeve. She makes you walk in front of her, plotting how to attack you. She wasn’t fast enough.

You quickly whip around and fling your knife into her throat, killing her immediately. Because there was no scream, Aries thought the cannon was yours, so he didn’t panic.

If you were going to kill the careers, it had to be now. You removed your only knife from Gimena’s body and climbed into one of the trees. Hopefully only Aries would come looking. It’s hard to kill three people with one knife.

Aries came crashing through the forest a few minutes later, calling out for Gimena. You waited until he stumbled upon her body before flinging your knife into it the side of his head, directly below his ear. The canon wasn’t immediate, but it was quick.

You hopped down from the tree to retrieve your knife, only to be tackled to the ground by Floyd, the boy from 2.

“What the hell did you do four?” he shouted, pushing his spear down onto your throat to choke you. What worried you wasn’t the spear, but the fact that you couldn’t spot Hals, his partner.

You wiggled your fingers in an attempt to reach the knife but it was too far. Oxygen was leaving your body and you needed to think fast.

Your sudden growl caught him off guard, causing him to momentarily lose focus. The pressure on your throat let up just enough for you to turn your head to the side and spot Aries’ sword stuck under his body, barely within reach.

Hals arrived on the scene just in time to watch Floyd’s head roll away from his body. She let out a yell before charging at you, machete in hand. She managed to slice up your cheek, but found herself dead moments later. You had jumped on her and beaten her to a pulp, not caring that the machete was digging into your face.

Those four weren’t your first kills in the arena, nor were they your last. Nobody else in the cage with you stood a chance.

“Hey,” Finnick sighs as he enters your room. He’s still in his outfit from the interview. “Can we talk?”

You nod and he comes to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I need to ask something very important of you in the arena,” he starts and you already feel yourself getting nauseous with anxiety. “I need you to help me keep Katniss and Peeta alive.”

This request shocks you. Finnick had told you about potentially allying with 3, 7 and 12 but asking you to control yourself around a firey person like Katniss was like asking a baby not to cry near loud noises.

You shake your head at him, hoping he understands how you can’t promise him anything of that sort. In reality, you can’t even promise him that you’ll be in control of yourself enough to not hurt him.

“Y/N,” Finnick sighs. “There’s a plan to break some of us out of the arena and take us far away from the capital where we can help change Panem. But, we need Katniss and Peeta alive in order for it to work.”

“Just kill me now,” you whisper. “I can’t do any of this.”

“Yes you can!” Finnick states in frustration. “I know it’s hard but I’ll be with you the whole time. We will get through this together.”

You give him a meek “ok” to quell his nerves, but deep down you know that this wouldn’t work. You know what you have to do.

“Can you stay tonight?” you ask. This takes him off guard as you’ve never let him stay in the same room as you at night, worried you might hurt him.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” he asks, knowing his nightmares might set you off.

“No,” you sigh. “Sorry. Forget I ever asked. Goodnight Finnick”

“Goodnight”

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[mothiir]

hunting lessons

In which Konrad attempts to bond with his brother.

cw: Konrad being Konrad, gore, dubcon, Sanguinius being feral and also deserving better. Blame @kit-williams

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“Brother,” Konrad says, on the third day. “You need to eat.”

Sanguinius moans, pillowing his face further into his own wings: a huddle of slumping feathers and sweat-slick flesh, pallid with fever; disgustingly vulnerable, begging for a knife to the back. Fortunately for him, Konrad is here with benevolent intentions -- he has brought a gift!

The gift in question is you.

“Brother, you will heal much faster when you are no longer starving,” Konrad continues, padding across the plush carpet, dragging you by the scruff. Sanguinius makes another bleary noise. The Drukhari spear that carved across Sanguinius’s chest was poisoned, and though the assailant was swiftly dealt with by Konrad’s blades, the corruption remains. Not enough to kill — so little can kill a Primarch — but enough to cause deep discomfort both to Sanguinius (in the process of healing) and Konrad (who must watch his brother be a damn fool — which, he would wager, hurts more.)

You squeak. This at least catches Sanguinius’s attention: the Primarch lifts his head, shadows purpling his under-eyes, golden hair clinging to his cheeks.

“Konrad,” he rasps. “What is that?”

“A gift,” says Konrad. “You look like death.”

“I am fine. That looks like a human woman.”

“It is.” Konrad holds you aloft, like you’re some kind of prize fish. You have gone completely still at the sight of Sanguinius; your eyes wide with awe.

“Why have you brought me a human woman?” Sanguinius says, in that same pained rasp, like each word is a rope of thorns hauled up from his gut.

“You sound like death,” Konrad says, by way of answer, flinging you onto the bed and joining you. It’s a ridiculous item of furniture — wastefully large. It comfortably accommodates the two Primarchs, with room to spare. Konrad’s quarters are far more appropriately furnished: a smaller bed, and thus more room for his collection of flaying knives.

“Konrad --”

”You are hungry,” Konrad interrupts. “I asked who wanted to help the Angel who had saved this region from those knife-ear raiders. Several humans volunteered and I picked her out of them. She is here willingly.”

“She was — wiggling a lot,” Sanguinius says, awkwardly dragging himself into a seated position, his wings doing their best to support him. The wound looks only marginally less awful than before: a deep gash across his left pectoral; the skin at the edge blackened and putrefying; the flesh at the centre new and wet. It is healing, at least — but not fast enough.

You gasp at the sight. “My lord —“

“I did not ask for you to speak,” Konrad growls, and you immediately lapse into silence. Konrad feels a little pulse of satisfaction at the terror on your face; the stories of the Night Haunter and the Angel have spread far and wide -- you must accept the Emperor’s mercy, or you will face his justice.

“I said she was wriggling a lot for — for a volunteer —“

“She did not expect me to drag her here,” says Konrad. “She should have walked faster.”

You have the decency to look ashamed.

“…that does not explain why she is here at all.”

Why must his brother be so obtuse? Konrad is beginning to regret trying to help in the first place — perhaps Sanguinius sees some long-term benefit to his absurd suffering. Perhaps he had a vision in which he was only able to defeat a Chaos incursion because he was languishing in sweat-stained sheets, and thus was present when a daemon attempted to manifest on his bedside table. 

Urgh — what was it Fulgrim said? Count to three. One. Two. Three. And if the dark-hungry urge to maim and tear and hurt has not gone away, try again. One two three. Konrad’s fingers twitch.

“Konrad?” Sanguinius prompts.

Onetwothree. He eyes the nape of your neck, the soft flesh there, the epidermis that could just be peeled away with so little effort for the crime of -- of something, he’ll think of something -- 

“Konrad.”

Konrad tears his gaze away from you, and glowers at his brother. “You are injured. You could be better sooner, if you were obtaining the food you needed, and you are not.”

Sanguinius sighs: that deep, full-body exhalation that Konrad hates so very much, because it always precedes a lecture about why ‘civilian casualties should be minimised’ and ‘terror tactics have a place but that place is not the bedroom of a farmhand who shot Sevatar’s favourite crow’.

“Konrad — I have been dining well —“

“No, you’ve been eating the same slop we feed the Astartes. It’s not enough. I know what you actually need to eat — drink. Blood. You need blood.”

Sanguinius falls silent. Konrad resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“You know of that?” says Sanguinius.

“Of course I do — I am not the Lion. I have functioning eyes and second sight.“

Sanguinius shuffles further up now, his gaze switching to you.

“And she — does she know what you were asking of her?”

“I would do anything to help,” you say, without blinking. “You saved my planet from those monsters — you saved my friends. If I can help — if I can do anything at all —“

“Oh my child, you do not know what you are offering,” Sanguinius says. He licks his lips — so swiftly that a human would not have caught the gesture, but Konrad is not human. He brightens a little — perhaps his noble fool of a brother is not completely beyond reason.

“She does. She’s human. She’s willing and volunteering.”

“I can’t imagine many humans would say no to you, brother dear.”

Konrad growls with frustration. Sanguinius is ravenous; Konrad can smell it. And yet he holds back — shuffling away from the you until his wings are pressed against his ornate bed frame, warm lamplight suffusing his perspiration-drenched face until he practically shines. Sanguinius the mighty, Sanguinius the glorious, Sanguinius the stubborn fucking brat of a pigeon who would rather let himself rot and ferment rather than just taking care of himself. Sanguinius who has the damn nerve to show Konrad kindness, to dim the lights on his ship so his retinas do not burn from the artificial brightness, to call him brother and soothe away the gut-wrenching pain of his visions -- Sanguinius who has the nerve to make Konrad care for him --

And Sanguinius, who then will not let Konrad help. It is a new sort of pain: hopeless and strangling, the desire to help -- the ability to do so -- and then to be thwarted. 

“Would you like me to show you what to do?” Konrad sneers, his thin lips curling up to show his barbed fangs. He pulls you into his lap, gently tugging at your hair to expose your neck; that pulsing blue vein just begging to be torn into.

(He perceives the movement as gentle, because if he was not gentle he could — with very little effort — rip your head from your shoulders. You do not perceive it as gentle. You are pretty certain he has ripped out a bit of your scalp.)

“Konrad,” says Sanguinius, trying so hard to sound stern. But he has not moved to push Konrad away from you.

“Here. I’ll show you. I won’t kill her — I promise.”

Konrad licks along your jugular, his mouth puddling with saliva as you shiver. Your fear-sweat is delicious, and for a moment he forgets himself, lapping at you again -- just to feel you freeze into a statue, a fawn quivering before a wolf, hoping not to be spotted. He smiles against your neck, flicking his eyes up to Sanguinius. His brother is just as frozen as you, eyes fixed on where Konrad’s teeth dent your skin -- not breaking it, not yet -- his breath high and tight. 

“You -- you shouldn’t do this,” Sanguinius says, and Konrad knows full well that Sanguinius is not talking to Konrad, but to himself. The Angel is warring with his baser nature. 

Konrad bites down, not bothering to hide his sound of intense pleasure as your blood pours over his tongue, sweet and thick. He is careful not to chomp down too hard -- he could so easily crush your windpipe -- and so finds himself sucking at you to get the blood flowing properly. The sound of him slurping and swallowing is obscenely loud, with your whimpering inhalations only other noise in the room, because darling Sanguinius has stopped breathing entirely. 

Of course. He’s trying so hard not to smell you. Konrad pulls away, licking his chops as you -- very quietly -- start to sob. 

“Well, if you’re not hungry,” he says, shuffling you to the side, nosing at the other side of your neck. Already, the shape of his mouth is staining your flesh storm-purple, broken blood vessels standing out like little red starbursts. 

Sanguinius makes a thin, strangled sort of sound. Konrad exhales onto your skin, watching it goosepimple, then bites again — this time you cry out, whimpering as he laps at the blood spilling out, deliberately sloppy. He wants Sanguinius to smell it — he wants him to give in. His foolish noble precious brother —

“Konrad, you have to stop,” Sanguinius says, completely without rancour, his eyes fever-bright and manic. His tongue drags over his upper lip. “I can’t control myself right now —“

“You shouldn’t have to,” Konrad says. “You give so much of yourself to humanity — you sacrifice everything. Don’t you want to have something in return? Don’t you think you deserve that?”

Sanguinius wrenches his head aside, tendons standing stark in his neck. Konrad huffs frustration. 

“You stupid noble martyr pigeon bastard,” he growls. “Just eat.”

In one swift motion he gathers you up, and throws you into Sanguinius’s arms. The Primarch catches you on reflex, curling you close. The shock of movement forces him to breathe -- just a little -- and his eyes darken at once, pupils practically swallowing up his iris, until he is staring at you with a gaze as black as Konrad’s own. 

“Lord Sanguinius,” you squeak. “I -- I do want to help, I do -- “

Even now. Even now you are sweet-hearted and dedicated and grateful, peering up at Sanguinius with the face of a martyr, your throat blackened by Konrad’s teeth. Suddenly, Konrad wants to haul you back, lick the blood from your throat, coo into your ear about what a precious and rare thing your absurd selflessness is -- and then push your face into the blankets and force himself inside you, and not stop fucking you until your thighs are sticky with his seed and your blood. The pulse of arousal is so abrupt it has him reeling; the taste of your blood, the smell of your innocence, the wide-eyed earnestness of your offer. Maybe it won’t be a bad thing if his brother won’t feast on you; he can drag you out to the hall and have you there —

“The way you smell,” Sanguinius breathes, sounding dreamy — almost rapturous. “By the Emperor’s light—forgive me —“

He gathers you up to his face, cradling you in his wings. 

And then he licks up your neck. You mewl, reaching for his hair — to push him away? — no, you pull him closer, urging him on. Foolish, stupid, sweet-smelling martyr. Konrad’s teeth ache for your flesh --

Sanguinius moans. He licks your throat completely clean, dipping his head to lap at your collarbone.

The shallow wounds Konrad left are already starting to close. Sanguinius slurps around them, dragging out the last vestiges of blood, then — in a whirl of feathers — flips you both over, so he mantles you, his bulk hiding you completely from Konrad’s view.

“I am going to bite you again,” Sanguinius says, whispering into your ear. “I will be as gentle as possible, I promise. You just have to stay very very still. Can you do that for me? Yes? Good girl.”

He licks at your neck one last time, before sinking down, situating himself between your legs, hoiking up your dress to press his teeth against your thigh. Konrad can see your underwear, the faint shadow of your arousal — the growing dampness. Oh you sloppy little whore —

The first few inches would slide in with little trouble, then he would have to force himself deeper. You’d be so tight, cringing and whimpering and weeping and begging —

Sanguinius licks your thigh; you whimper, stuffing your fingers in your mouth to try and stifle the sounds. Konrad could give you something else to keep you quiet — oh how he wants to. But his brother — his idiot pigeon brother — is finally finally listening to reason, and Konrad cannot risk ruining that.

“Shhhh. It’s alright, little one, it’s alright.”

He lifts your legs higher, your ankles meeting behind his nape, making escape completely impossible.

And then he bites. You gasp, your hips moving upwards; seeking stimulation that Sanguinius does not offer. The Primarch is too busy to indulge your carnal needs; his teeth have found their mark, and each trembling beat of your heart forces a fresh spurt of blood into his mouth. He swallows greedily, his lips a tight seal around the wound, his expression at once gentling — the perpetual tension he carries vanishes, crow’s feet easing, shoulders slumping. Konrad realises that he never has seen his brother truly at rest; Sanguinius is always fighting this urge, reining in his appetite.

“There,” he says, fighting the absurd urge to stroke his brothers hair. “Isn’t that better?”

Sanguinius mumbles something against your thigh, still gulping away. Konrad’s cock twitches impatiently at the sight of your face — wild-eyed, bracketed with bruises like a burned sacrificial garland; your fingers still in your mouth, your jaw tense to stop yourself crying out.

“I can give you something to distract you from the pain,” Konrad purrs. “I can fill your throat up so there is no room for screaming.”

It has been far too long since he’s had a woman. He doesn’t like criminals — he likes the sweet, kind sort, the sort that will offer help when they have so little themselves. They taste the best, and feel the sweetest when wrapped around his cock; like a borrowed— or stolen — glimpse of something better than him.

(He lets them live after, because killing someone you’ve fucked just seems rude.)

He rearranges himself, crawling towards your face, fiddling with the fastenings of his loose leather trousers. As soon as he touches your face, hooking one thumb into the corner of your mouth to admire the stretch, Sanguinius breaks away from his feast and snarls: a bestial sound that has you whimpering and cringing, and even Konrad starts. There is no trace of the Emperor’s best and brightest son in Sanguinius’ face: only the flagrant hunger of a territorial beast.

“She’s mine,” he growls. His voice has dropped to a bass register so deep that you feel rather than hear it — it echoes in your marrow. “My meal — mine —“

“Easy, brother. I don’t want to steal your pound of flesh. I just want to borrow her tongue.”

“I want it to stay in her mouth,” Sanguinius growls.

“A fair request. I will keep it in place.”

“And her blood is mine.”

“Of course. And her cunt, if you want it.”

Sanguinius blinks, and looks between your thighs as though he had forgotten entirely about your womanhood. Maybe he had. “Her cunt? Yes. Yes. After. You’d like that, wouldn’t you darling? Can smell it on you.”

Sanguinius is half feral, acting wholly on instinct as he licks a sloppy line up your underwear, your body jack-knifing at the sudden thrill.

“Delicious,” he sighs. “I will have you after. You’ll like that, I can tell.”

As Sanguinius settles back in to feed, Konrad finally frees his cock and strokes himself to the sight of your adorable, wrenched expression. The shadow of his cock bisects your face like a cloud over the moon, and he smirks at the sheer size of it compared to you. You are tiny — and he is not, and Konrad would be mortified to realise that despite his claims to be so much worse than his siblings in this he is completely akin to them, because by all that is unholy he adores how little you are and how large he is.

“Stick your tongue out,” he orders, and you obey, lolling it out on another panting breath. It isn’t enough. He uses his finger and thumb to stretch your mouth open further — until your jaw cracks, and you whine in discomfort, and that’s what he wanted, the utter supplication of your mouth forced to gape open, in an obscene precursor to how the rest of your body will gape and flutter when they’ve finished taking turns on you.

The dreaded feeling of an impending vision swings into Konrad like a flurry of crows taking flight, and he curses his damn foresight, until the vision resolves: you are lying in the curve of Sanguinius’ wing, your throat patterned with fresh marks, your cunt already stretched and sore from earlier use. Sanguinius is lapping at your shoulder, purring in contentment, and Konrad himself is preparing to take you again. You mewl unhappily as he starts to press in, clutching at Sanguinius for support. The Angel threads his fingers through your hair, murmuring support as Konrad calls you a little whore, the perfect warm hole for him. Your belly distends around the shape of his cock and —

All at once, Konrad is back in the present. For the first time, one of his prophecies leaves him smiling, content in the knowledge that the future holds at least a little comfort. Sanguinius is back to glutting himself on your femoral artery, one of his hands resting on your abdomen as he sinks an exploratory finger into your shamefully slick cunt. His wings mantle you both, one resting across Konrad’s shoulders, as though sheltering him. 

“Keep your throat open,” he says, like you have any choice in the matter, and pushes into wet, velvet heat.

For now, at least, the worries of a darkening future are a world away. 

[creamhoodie]

Not like the others (but still one of his girls)

synopsis: Rin Itoshi is fascinated by you as you become part of the boys' friend group. Despite being warned by Isagi he can't help but want to take your virginity (smut, minors DNI)

Virgin. 

To Rin the word was written all of your forehead. He could tell by how you carried yourself, how your eyes dashed away when you met his, and how you wore those modest oversized sweaters that hide your shape well. 

He could tell from all that and even more subtle details having been experienced with women enough that he didn’t even need Isagi’s stern caution of: “leave her alone. She’s not like the others.” 

Isagi was right. You were exceptionally different from the other girls they all usually had over. Proof of that was that he even took notice of you at all. He didn’t usually care for the girls Isagi or the others brought over, they all blurred together. Most of them were fans, models, or actresses that would be nothing more than flings or pumps and dumps. You stood out because not only were you deemed worthy enough to keep around but even more so that Isagi and the others saw you as a friend only. 

Rin couldn’t understand it. You were beautiful yet seemingly so unaware of it and the others enjoyed your company so much you often frequented their shared mansion. 

That is the position Rin found himself in now, staring at you from across the room. It was movie night with the boys and you sat cushioned between Isagi and Kunigami. Reo and Nagi were sprawled out on the floor under some shared blankets, and Bachira and Chiguri were seated at the kitchen Island still eating what was leftover of the pizza they had all ordered earlier. 

And him? Rin sat in none other than his prized recliner, the black one everyone knew not to sit in because it belonged to him. 

He continued to watch you and he adored the way you glanced at him when you thought he wasn’t looking only to quickly look away once you met his gaze.

This had become somewhat of a game between the two of you, the shared glances, because even though you bashfully looked away every time, you always came back to view more of him. 

That was as far as the interactions between the two of you ever got. Unlike Isagi and the rest of his friends, you steered clear of Rin. Maybe the others had warned you about his usual abrasive demeanor, regardless, the two of you hadn’t spoken a word since you had been around. 

His gaze shifted back to the screen when he heard moans. He had been so focused on you he had been barely following the movie. Evidently a sex scene had come on and while no one else batted an eye, rather the boys seemed more invested now as the lead actress was undressed, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. 

Cute. He could tell you didn’t wanna be caught looking, it was so innocent. You met his gaze again and this time your face flushed bright red as you quickly glanced away. 

“I’m going to the restroom,” you said suddenly standing up and excusing yourself before making your way down the hall. 

The boys didn’t even respond as they were still preoccupied with the film and the bouncing tits on the screen, but Rin’s eyes only stared down the direction you had gone. 

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The next time Rin saw you was a few weeks after the movie night incident. You had stopped coming to the house after that, part of him selfishly thought it was because you were embarrassed from the way he had caught you flustered. 

Even still, though you were out of sight you most definitely weren’t out of mind. Rin kept tabs on your social media page but it was devoid of activity. 

That is why when Isagi had suggested one of his team bonding camping trips to him and had let slip that you’d be coming, he didn’t put up any complaints as he usually did.

Throughout the ride in the RV, Rin stole glances at you from the rearview mirror. From where he sat, he had been able to see you bundled up on the couch under some blankets fast asleep.

When you had all arrived at the camping grounds, cabins were assigned. Nagi and Reo were together, Bachira,Isagi and you, and Chiguri and Kunigami. Rin of course was given his own assigned cabin due to his reputation of not sharing, he didn’t mind though. After all, he had only come on this trip for you. 

Much to his chagrin however, your time was occupied by Isagi and the others as you settled into doing activities with them. 

It wasn’t until night when he had decided to go off for a relaxing swim at the lake alone, that he cornered you by chance.  

You were already in the water, your back turned to him. When he got in the murky dark lake quietly, you turned around and even in the night he could tell your face was turning red.

“Oh hi Rin. I hope I’m not bothering you. I was just going to leave,” you stammered. 

Liar, you had been entranced by the moon moments before his interruption. 

“It’s okay. You’re not bothering me,” he said. He felt the water pooling around his bare shoulders and he shivered at the coldness. 

“Either way, I should probably head back. Isagi and Bachira must be wondering where I went off to,” you said, but he was well versed enough to know an excuse when he was given one. 

It was odd. He had never been given excuses by a woman before. 

“Why don’t you talk to me the way you do to Isagi and the others?” He asked. 

You still weren’t meeting his eyes. 

“Oh. I just thought you liked to be left alone,” you said. 

You swam past him back to the not far off surface and got out of the water. Your one piece bathing suit clung to your body and while it was still a modest choice of swimwear it was the most revealing thing he’d seen you in thus far. 

Realizing his window of opportunity was closing, he swam after you until he was before you, still in the water looking up at you. It was quite unusual to be looking up at you when usually your height difference meant the opposite. 

“You get nervous around me don’t you?” He teased. 

“I do not!” you said a little too defensively that it was almost comedic. 

As if to prove his point, he got out of the water now and walked up until he was standing in front of you. Since he wore nothing besides his black swim trunks, his muscled torso and abs were revealed, water droplets gleaming off them like diamonds.

You instinctively put a hand out to stop him from coming closer but it just ended up resting on his abs as he finished bridging the gap between the two of you.

Now you were looking up at him, eyes glossy and heated but there was a certain restraint in them, it was that shyness of yours that held you back with him. 

“I can tell you want me, you know,” he said.  He could feel the tension between you and he was so close to you he could almost feel the heat flooding your cheeks as blood ran to your face. 

“I do not, Rin. Don’t be so arrogant,” you scoffed. 

He knew better. 

“You do. You’re very readable. You want me but you’re a virgin so you’re unsure about how this all works,” he said, his voice low. 

“I’m not a virgin,” you said, but there was a crack in your voice and he knew you were just trying to lie out of embarrassment. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed, not with me,” he replied. He moved his lips to your ear before adding, “do you even touch yourself?” 

Your knees buckled a little at his words and he steadied you in his arms. Your bodies were pressed together, still freshly wet from having come out of the lake and the softness of your perky breasts against him was making him hard. 

“If you don’t wanna be a virgin anymore, I can fix that,” he offered his voice full of lust.  He felt like a lion on the hunt now, he was in as much need as you. 

“Are you saying I need to be fixed?” you asked still a little defensive though your hitched breathing let him know you were feeling just as sinful as him. 

“I’m saying you need to be ruined,” he said darkly, he inched forward so you could feel his minty breath on your face before adding, “and I’ll gladly be the one to ruin you.” 

Like magnets, your lips were drawn together and it was all consuming as his tongue intertwined with your soft one. Your hands went to his hair, tugging his dark locks and he moaned into your mouth. He felt his pants tenting with pain and he longed for more of you. 

“I need to fuck you,” he panted when the two of you came up for air. 

“Rin, I’m-“ your words faded off as you stood there flushed.

“What? You don’t want to?” He asked. This desire he was feeling for you wasn’t going to be stifled until he could have all of you.

“No it’s not that. I’m just..” 

“You’re scared, right baby?” He finished your statement for you. 

You nodded. He understood, though he had been with many women, he remembered how he had been scared his first time as well, scared of the need to perform and falling short. 

“It’s okay. We don’t have to immediately. I’ll make you feel good first. Lay down,” he instructed. 

You did as he said and he crouched down next to you. 

“I’m gonna try something, if you don’t like it, tell me to stop,” he said.  

He couldn’t believe his luck at having cornered you like this in your swimsuit, it meant he had easy access to your pussy. Using his fingers, he pushed the thin fabric at your sex to the side so it was still on but your vagina was exposed to him. He then slid one finger inside of you. 

“Shit! You’re so goddamn wet,” he cursed as he felt your soft folds. 

“Sorry,” you muttered out of habit, making him laugh. 

“It’s a good thing, baby,” he replied. He curled his finger inside of you and felt you gasp. You were practically flooding him. He decided to put another finger up you, making it two now that curled and beckoned you. 

“Mmm, Rin,” you moaned softly. The sound of you moaning his name like he had imagined so many times before set him off, he began to increase the speed of his fingering and put another finger inside of you making it three. Using his other free hand he made sure to not neglect your clit, rubbing at it slightly with his thumb, the sensitivity of it causing you immense waves of pleasure. 

Your body was a withering mess for him and you continued to moan his name. He felt your plush walls clamp in around his fingers greedily not wanting to let them go. 

“I love this view of you,” he praised. Your face was contorted with pleasure and he couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Rin ‘m.. close,' ' you painted.

He decided to talk you through your orgasm. 

“You’re so insanely hot you know that? You walk around so innocently unaware of that when a body like yours was made to be fucked.” 

You let out a yelp at his words and your hips instinctively bucked up. 

Look at you, he thought to himself, your body knows just what to do all on its own. He felt his fingers become flooded with your cum and greedily he brought them to his lips to taste. The act was so lewd it sent your head spinning. 

“Rin that was so..” your words trailed off.

“I know,” he said smugly. He knew just how good he could make you feel. Granted you hadn’t been with anyone you could compare you with, but he knew he was sexually gifted. Just like he had mastered soccer, he had carefully mastered the art of pleasing a woman. 

So he knew that by kissing you now with your cum still coating his lips would make you want him more. 

As your tongues intertwined and you felt the forbidden taste of your own pussy and cum you also felt unbearable heat between your legs. His hands cupped your breasts, massaging the sensitive nipples and you gasped into his mouth. 

“Look at how shameless you are. You just love how I touch you, don’t you?” He asked as your kiss broke apart, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips. 

“Rin? You know how you ask if I touch myself?” You asked. 

He nodded, his eyes inquiring, curious about where you’d go with this. 

“I do. I’ve touched myself to you since the first time I saw you,” you confessed. 

“Shit,” he exclaimed, blood rushing to his cock even more as he hardened from your words. 

Delirious now with what you had told him,  he pulled at the straps of your swimsuit. “This needs to come off now,” he said impatiently and he was relieved when you began helping him remove it off you. 

You didn’t know what had come over you, you had never planned to lose your virginity on a camping site by the lake but you felt in heat for Rin and all your pent up desires were flooding through now. 

“Fuck, you look so..oh fuck,” Rin sputtered as you revealed your naked body to him. He was embarrassed to say he felt pre cum forming at the sight but the shape of your perky tits and your sultry triangle were making him drunk with lust. 

He quickly removed his swim trunks and it built up his ego even more to see how your eyes widened looking at his cock. 

“Rin you’re so big,” you whispered in astonishment. Surely that couldn’t all fit in you could it? 

You propped yourself up by your elbows to get a better look at it. His cock was sloped to the left and the tip was wet already. He positioned himself directly in front of you, and pinched at the tip a little. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll stretch you out nice and good,” he said as if reading your mind. 

Your heart was racing both with nerves from the anticipation and with excitement. 

You laid back down fully when a thought occurred to you. 

“Uh Rin?” You asked. 

“Hm?” he said, though his mind was filled with filthy thoughts about what he wanted to do to you as his tip was already lined up against your sex. 

“I’m not on any protection so I uh just thought I’d let you know,” you said. 

Your words were like cold water on him and he remembered he was dealing with a virgin. It had been easy to forget for a moment when you were acting like such a slut undressing yourself and willing to give yourself to him by the lake like this. 

“It’s okay, I’ll pull out,” he assured you, though he was sure you’d be begging for just the opposite soon enough. 

“Okay well you can go ahead then- oh my god,” your words slurred together as no sooner had the words left your mouth that you felt his mushroom tip feeling it’s way into you. Your eyes wheeled up with tears as you felt your vagina burn and stretch to accommodate him. 

It had been a while since Rin had been with a virgin and he had forgotten how good it felt. He loved breaking your hymen before feeling your plush walls accommodate him, personalized just for him.

“Look at you fitting me like a glove,” he said though he only had a few inches in you, he wanted to prime you before he thrusted his full length in you. 

He always loved being with virgins, he loved the fine details of how your face would wince in pain as he entered you before it soon turned to a dazed out look of pleasure. 

Your name fell from his lips over and over like a prayer. 

“More, I want more Rin,” you begged. 

That’s a good girl, he thought, beg for more of my length. 

“What’s that you said before? Something about not wanting me and me being arrogant for thinking so,” he teased. 

You whined.

“Rin please I didn’t mean it I want you,” you begged. 

He felt drunk with the euphoric warmth of your pussy around his cock and your desperation only egged him on. 

“Not good enough. Tell me how you want me and where,” he said, continuing to rock what length he did have inside of you back and forth. 

“Rin.. I want you all of you inside me,” you practically begged. 

He smiled smugly at how easily he had broken you down and had you sniffling for more. Obliging, he pushed further deep into you, your little gasp of air encouraging him even further. Again you molded and shaped perfectly around him, smothering his rod with your warmness and arousal. 

He was grunting a little as well now as he gave you nice long strokes. 

You felt much better than his hand he had been using as a substitute for you. All those times you had been over at the house had been agony for him. 

He had felt so beyond stupid stroking it out to a virgin like you especially when he had his share of women but there had always been something so alluring imagining what you looked like out of your modest clothes and with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

There was just something so seductively forbidden about you. Maybe it’s because Isagi had warned him to stay away from you or maybe it was because he knew the others hadn’t touched you, but being the one to corrupt you had long been a fantasy of his. 

Your moans were in unison with his now, nothing but those breathy moans and the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin ricocheted through the night. 

With each thrust he pounded into you, your tits bounced up and down and it encouraged him to pick up the speed. 

“So fucking sexy,” he praised as his eyes hungrily took in the sight of both your tits and your vagina readily accepting him. 

“Rin, stop,” you said, your face flushing from both the sex and his words. 

“Why should I? It’s true you’re so undeniably sexy. I’m sure the rest of those bozos think so too,” he said. 

“They’re just my friends,” you uttered in a daze as his cock began to hit your sweet gummy spot. 

He scoffed.

“Doubt it. I bet they’ve all thought about it at least once,” he whispered into your ear as he came down on you. His lips grazed your jawline and all the while he continued to pump himself inside of you. “I could never be just friends with a girl like you. Id be too busy thinking about fucking you.” 

Your body was taking over and as you grew more desperate for him, your hands went to grip at his back muscles. Your manicured nails caused him a brief jolt of pain but he enjoyed the sensitivity of it. 

Isagi’s voice shooting your name in the distance was a knife cutting through that euphoric sex filled daze the two of you had created. 

“Rin, we should stop before they find us,” you whispered. 

“I don’t stop until I’ve made you cum,” he responded, unconcerned. 

Let them find us, he thought. The idea was kind of appealing to him anyways. He was sure the two of your naked, wet, sweat-covered connected bodies rising and falling together would be quite a sight to see. 

“Rin!” you whined underneath him but your hips continued to buck up against his all the same, meeting his thrusts. 

In an effort to silence your protests he leaned forward and kissed you, his tongue licking the roof of your mouth. 

He knew he had won you over when your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer and when the two of your lips broke apart, gasping for air your moans sounded almost like sobs from how he wasn’t letting up on you. 

Isagi’s voice sounded again but this time you didn’t feel as concerned. 

The taste of Rin had you feeling drunk with lust and you’d be lying if you said you truly wanted to stop.

Besides there was something undeniably sexy about almost being caught. 

Wanting to please Rin even more, you clenched your walls around his cock, the kegel exercises you had secretly done in the privacy of your room for years coming to use. 

He moaned your name and it felt so fucking good to have the Rin Itoshi at your mercy, the usually cold and detached striker was turning into putty before your eyes with only the moon as your witness. 

“Feels so good, and all for me,” he praised. 

He felt so close now, he had been surprised he had been able to last this long in the first place. He usually had no problem lasting a while as he was experienced but your soft and warm cunt cradled his cock so good like a perfect sleeve made just for him. 

“Rin-I’m I’m,” you stammered underneath him, too fucked out to say a coherent sentence.

“I know, I know,” he replied.

You felt your back arch and your toes curl as the anticipated orgasm began to build. 

Rin was barely holding on, his long black bangs slicked with sweat matting to his forehead. You could feel his blood rushing through his cock in a pulsating fashion beating away inside of you. 

You know you had told him before that you weren’t on protection but now your body couldn’t release him. 

What’s the worst that could happen anyway? 

‘Rin would surely drive into town to get me a morning after pill, he would make a good father at any rate… ‘

‘If I cum in her I’ll be the first to ever do so, she’ll belong to me..’

“Rin, inside-“ you shouted, tightening your legs around him even more and bringing him closer. 

“Fuck,” he shouted almost simultaneously. Suddenly, you felt his warm fluids filling you up as you came crashing down from your orgasm coating him in your own white paint. 

The two of you lay there, bodies still connected and catching your breath. 

To Rin you looked amazing with the tears of pleasure from your orgasm rolling down your face.

He had a motto: the eyes had to be as wet as the pussy by the time you’re done, otherwise there are still peaks to reach. 

He bent forehead kissing you softly this time, your sweet tears intermingling with the taste.

“You did good, such a good girl for me,” he cooed once your kiss  had broken apart. 

You shivered now that the high from your orgasm has died down, you were reminded of the fact that you were outside by the lake. 

Rin reluctantly pulled out of you and handed you your swimsuit. 

“Come back to my cabin with me,” he said as he watched you dress yourself. 

“I’m supposed to be bunking with Bachira and Isagi,” you replied though his request made your cheeks flush. 

“So? I have my own lodging, we can be alone and I have better amenities than those two,” he said pulling his own swim trunks on. 

Truth was he wanted your warmth with him. Already he was starting to feel a sense of protectiveness about you, a sort of yearning he hadn’t felt before. His palms were sweaty and it had nothing to do with the physical and everything to do with the mental as he waited for your response. 

“Hey I finally found you guys what are you two doing out here?” Isagi’s voice interrupted as he walked up to the two of you. 

The air smelt of sex and the two of you were frazzled.

Isagi’s Indigo eyes shifted from you to Rin, he had always been very perceptive. 

“Y/N, tell me you didn’t,” Isagi said, his voice concerned.

You didn’t answer him and instead said something about being cold and wanting to go back to the cabin to get changed. 

Isagi took off his jacket and gave it to you, and Rin felt flames of anger conjuring up at the sight of you in another man’s clothing. 

“Let’s head back,” Isagi said to you, not even looking at Rin. As the two of you walked away he heard Isagi scolding you: “really him?”  

All the same you turned to look at Rin over your shoulder giving him a small smile. 

Isagi was right, you weren’t like the others. 

You were different, you were softer, genuine, warm and the only woman that had made him feel desperate and like a young man experiencing his first crush. 

You were definitely not like the others, but like the others you succumbed to him all the same. Later that night, you snuck into his cabin while everyone else slept and ended up arched over his bed, face wet with tears and buried into a pillow as the familiar sound of smacking skin filled the camp grounds, your dark silhouettes moved in rhythmic motions, and you felt the breath from his moans on your back.

[slytherinstories]

Resisting You PT.1

Description: Mattheo Riddle a known player and flirt has his sights on you. You two couldn't be more opposite: him only wanting casual flings and you wanting a relationship. Its a disaster when you start developing feelings. You try everything in you to resist giving in to him knowing he can't be what you want, but how long until your desire consumes you?

18+

This is my first time writing so I hope you enjoy and make sure to read the other parts!

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Unlike others your age sex had never been at the forefront of your mind. You may have had the odd crush and feelings for them but never that burning desire that Pansy always talked to you about. You had spent many nights pondering whether you were even attracted to boys and came to the conclusion maybe you weren't just a sexual person. However as your friends talked about their love lives and adventures you couldn't help but feel left out, you wanted something to share, to feel that pleasure they raved about.

In your old school you had lost your virginity to a boy you thought liked you back, being less experienced and naive you fell into his arms giving him what he wanted. Of course being a player he left you heartbroken with empty promises as you hopelessly chased him, but that craving wasn't for the sex it was just wanting him and his attention. You didn't feel much to be fully honest and you put it down to being your first time.

This pushed you into the arms of an older Ravenclaw one night at a party, ready to exeperience something more at your new school. You found him attractive enough, you knew he had experience with many girls and being older you assumed he would know what he was doing. However that desire Pansy talked about still wasn't there, the attention might have felt nice but the experience left you with a sour taste of regret. You let him go as far as fingering you, having to fake moan as he monotonously pushed his fingers in and out like he was following a textbook. You eventually pushed him away much to his annoyance, as he was clealry not bothered about your pleasure at all. You should have listened to yourself as that was the exact reason you hated one night stands or anything casual. They were never worth it unless you had feelings and if you did you only got your heart crushed.

Fast forward a couple of months and you were situated well in your new friend group Pansy introducing you to Mattheo, Theo, Draco and Blaise. You fitted in with them all straight away them referring to you as the missing piece, which was a high compliment since they never expanded their circle. Unfortunately for you however feelings had started blossoming for the worst possible person for you. Mattheo Riddle.

Fuck him and his stupid charm. You hated how he was right, all those times telling you he was irresistible had wormed their way into your mind. Suddenly you are another one of those girls that falls for his flirting, right into his hands so he can play you. Of course from the second you met him he was a flirt, always trying to tease or fluster you and for so long you were able to just brush it off. You knew he done this to every girl with a pulse so you thought nothing of it. And most of all the last thing you wanted was to raise another boys ego, proving he can make anyone obsessed.

He had told the group countless times of his casual demeanor, how he only wanted fun and freedom never any relationships or something real. From the second you met him his arrogance grated on you and you were quite frankly repulsed by his ways with women. He loved chasing but the second a girl liked him back he was ready to drop them like a hat. You couldn't be more opposite you craved love, commitment and long term relationships so why in merlin's name you found yourself developing feelings for him was beyond you. But you have always had a taste for things you can't have.

Over time being his friend you seen a side to him that his many conquests wouldn't have. He could be caring, loyal, kind and funny. Despite his dark demeanor he was like sunlight to you, that laugh radiating and captivating your attention in any room. Yes he was annoying and smug and arrogant but despite your protests something about him just ignited you. This was the side you started liking knowing that it was the side he would never let you have. Suddenly his touches left chills through your body, his flirting started causing an attack of butterflies in your stomach. Its like the fog lifted and in front of you was this devilishly handsome nightmare, how had you never seen it before. Of course anyone with eyes could see he was attractive but the magnetism was starting to wrap around your throat. For your own self preservation (something you were skilled at being a Slytherin) you hid these feelings close to yourself, wearing a mask of indifference around him which only fueled his chasing, outraged by the prospect he couldn't have someone.

He lusted after your body, your beauty and wanted you in his bed. You wanted his heart, his mind, his affections which you knew with an aching heart he would never give you. Sex was never enough to fuel your interest for someone and he couldn't comprehend this. In fact it terrified him the prospect of someone genuinely liking him beyond the defensive mask he wore to keep out anything real. Being lusted after? That was comfortable however anything beyond surface level triggered the urge to run, a deep knowing it was his biggest fear experiencing love.

Mattheo was a strong willed person and a challenge in the form of Y/N only filled his veins with a thrill. Similar to her in a sense the thought of what he couldn't have only excited him more but when he got it, all interest diminished. He thought he would have her in no time but she was proving to be more difficult then he thought and he couldn't lie and say it didn't knock his ego back slightly. Did she really not find him attractive, was she really not affected by his charms? He tried everything that would usually make girls a blushing mess but nothing could get through that impenetrable wall she had around herself. His confidence was starting to diminish that is until he found out she did in fact find him attractive, better yet she had a crush on him and now he wasn't letting go until he sunk his claws in.

You had done so well keeping these feelings to yourself, not letting him fluster or get a rise out of you even when your insides were screaming out. The disconnect between your mind and body was becoming worse, you involuntarily reacted to his words and touch despite the protests of your rational sense. Pansy was the only one you told about this crush, needing an outlet before he drove you insane. You were sitting in the library together one day studying until the boredom took over and your conversation strayed to boys.

'So I seen you and Matt in DADA today sitting all cozy' she laughs raising her eyebrows.

Looking around you see no one else as you are in quite a hidden section so you don't worry about being overheard. Little do you know who is lurking on the other side of the bookcase. You groan dragging your hands down your face 'I feel like I am going insane Pans I have never felt like this before why cant he just leave me alone.'

'I think that's the opposite of what you want him to do' she smirks and you kick her under the table lightly causing her to laugh.

'Why does he have to sit there looking all hot and perfect, his new method to annoy me today was putting his hand on my thigh I felt like I was going to burst with the butterflies.'

'You have the patience of a saint I would have gave in by now.'

'Well you know why I am not out of all people why did it have to be him for fucks sake, maybe the feelings will go if I ignore him.'

She looks at you with pity in her eyes you both knowing that's not the case and shrugs 'we can't control who we like , I know you are protecting yourself but you never know until you give it a shot.' She looks at her watch 'Right I have detention I best get going, you staying here?'

'Yeah I am going to finish this essay for tomorrow I will see you at dinner.'

'Bye babe' she leaves the library and you try to continue studying which is useless since your mind keeps straying back to a certain curly haired Slytherin. Like you summoned him with your thoughts Mattheo walks round the shelf a smug grin on his face. He stands next to the table his hands in his pockets cocking his head. Your eyes widen fearing he heard your conversation 'when did you...' you start going to ask him when he got here but he interrupts.

'I have been here the whole time darling you want to be careful with what you say, you never know who is eavesdropping' he smirks and you want to slap it off his face. He moves and sits in the chair next to you pulling it closer and facing you. You shift away trying to make as much distance as possible. 'That was a very enlightening conversation guess I was at the right place at the right time' he grabs a strand of your hair twirling it in his fingers whilst staring intensely into your eyes. Its all too much and you need more air, you need to escape from his smoldering gaze.

'What did you hear?' you say softly at a near complete loss for words. How stupid can you be, you internally hit yourself for not checking anyone was around.

He gives you a shit eating grin 'You know love you had me fooled, who would have knew you liked me the whole time' he says running a hand lightly down your neck. You pull away from him glaring 'That isn't true.'

'Oh yeah that isn't what i just heard.'

'Being attracted to and liking someone are two different things’ you huff looking away shifting in your seat 'I can't control how my body reacts' you lie trying to salvage the situation somehow, not wanting him to know how much you feel. Yes ideally you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you are attracted to him either but its better then him knowing the truth.

'You get butterflies if I remember correctly?' That smirk just annoys you even more. 'I think that means your feeling something love, come on its so obvious you do.' He laughs at your angry face 'So if you don't like me why are you still resisting' he raises his eyebrows seeing right through me.

'Because...'

'Because you have feelings babe' he finishes your sentence 'its okay admit it I told you it was inevitable I'm irresistible' he winks and you roll your eyes.

'You are such a dickhead.'

'And apparently you love it' he says causing you to huff. 'Trust me I don't want to be feeling this way, why you of all people. '

He chuckles 'Is it that bad to like me? Why are you still resisting?' He starts trailing his finger up your leg.

'Because I know what you want Mattheo and I am not giving it you.'

'Don't act like its just me I know you want it too.'

I push his hand away turning serious 'We don't want the same thing and I am not being another one of the girls you play.'

'You just said you were attracted to me don't pretend you haven't thought about me.'

He is right you had thought about him about what it would feel like for him to kiss and touch you. But you want more then that you don't just want the sex you want him which is something he can't understand. 'That's not the point that's not all I want you know I don't do casual.'

'There is a first time for everything, come on love what is wrong with a bit of fun?'

Your anger overtakes you at him still ignoring your feelings so you stand up from your chair starting to pack your things. He stands up not wanting you to leave grabbing your hands away from your things. 'Hey hey hey you aren't going anywhere.' You pull your hands away backing up from him until your back hits the bookcase giving him the perfect opportunity to cage you.

As he looks into your eyes he sees a look of hurt there and he turns more serious for a second and you say softly 'Matt I can't do it I like you too much and you only want sex.'

He sighs and looks at you gently 'you really like me huh?' You nod a sad look on your face. 'There is more to it then sex I want you so bad princess but you know relationships aren't for me I don't want you to think I can be someone I am not.'

'You have never even tried.'

He shakes his head 'I can't give you what you want' he strokes your cheek gently 'but I could make you feel so good, I know you want that I can see how your body responds to me' one hand goes down to your waist and it takes everything in you to not give in to him.

'Most boys say that and they never fucking can' you roll your eyes not believing the sex would be worth anything anyway.

He looks at you curiously a sparkle in his eyes and he tilts his head analyzing you 'A boy has never made you cum has he?' Your face burns up and you stare at him eyes wide. 'Answer me.'

You shake your head slightly embarrassed and caught of guard by his question. 'Ah that explains a lot then.' You furrow your brows and he explains 'No one ever made you feel pleasure have they sweetheart?' You shake your head again. 'That is why you don't want something casual then.'

You frown at him 'That isn't the only reason you know I only want a relationship.'

He looks you up and down a predatory look in his eyes, his voice sounding husky 'trust me love if you knew how I could make you feel you wouldn't be able to stay away from me.' You bite your lip, face burning. He smirks down at you slowly bringing his mouth ghosting yours and everything seems suspended in time. You breathe heavily staring at him. The world stops spinning and singles in on this moment, every movement of his going agonizingly slow. He moves his head to your neck moving your hair back.

Your eyes flutter closed for a second whilst he places soft kisses on your neck. You savor the brief contact with him knowing that you can't let yourself go any further. It isn't worth the risk of having your heart shattered you have had the false hope once before and you never want to feel like that again. You find all your strength and push him away from you as he stumbles back. You quickly pack up all your things and turn to look at him still catching your breathe. 'I told you no I don't care how bad I want this it isn't going to happen.' He looks temporarily taken aback for a split second before he pulls himself back together into his usual cocky persona.

'God you are a stubborn thing aren't you, well it's only a matter of time before you come crawling back begging' he smirks.

You roll your eyes at him 'unless you want something serious then no I wont' you snap. Anger flares through your body at his adamance you will give in. However when you leave the library you lean against the wall to try and control the adrenaline shooting through your body. You know he has awoken something in you that is going to be impossible to tame and you curse him missing the days when desire was unknown to you. Mattheo Riddle what have you done.

[savingthrcw]

@bucketofdrugs sent: kissing your lover because you believe you're going to die.

The funny thing about knowing you were about to die, while everyone around you still had no idea of what was about to happen, was that it gave you time. Or at least it made her feel like time had slowed down, and gave her time to look at Cooper, at her violent, protective, rude, funny, ghoul who had not only accompanied her far longer than he needed to, but had kept her safe - and yes, sometimes held her at night, even if they hadn't talked about that - and she knew she couldn't watch him die. It was the one thing she just would not accept in this hard but free life. She couldn't lose him here, she couldn't take him away from his own mission either. But they were out of stimpacks, their temporary comrades were also pinned down, Dane and Max upstairs, the rest of the Brotherhood was late, the others who had joined them when she has asked her to pay her back for her past help were fighting the robots, so it was up to her, the only one with high enough science skills. It was up to her to get to the console, and she was never going to see Cooper again, because running away wasn't an option to her. "Dang, this is a sticky situation," she piped up, looking at the door that would lead her to the console room. "...'Waste not', right, Coop?" Protected by the pillar they were using as a barrier from the bullets, Lucy brought a hand to his shoulder to pull him close and pressed her lips against his. Besides him being hot, it just felt like kissing a man; a man who made her feel confusing, positive but distressing things, and Lucy took the little time she had left to allow those feelings to be there, her lips moving slowly but with the hunger of someone who wasn't going to be having a second one, and her hand gently touching the rough skin of his cheek. Enough.

She pulled back, licked her lips and gave him a wide smile, eyes sparkling with affection and unshed tears. No time to think or talk more, she used all her strength and speed to fling herself towards the door, hearing people yell for her; a few bullets did hit her, but she still kept on running and stumbling until she grabbed the console and started typing it. She didn't have the passkey to disarm the security system, and that meant that before hitting enter she had what felt like a spear go through her chest, but she still managed to press the key, and reprogram all the robots, before dropping to the ground, blood pouring from her fast. But it was okay. Vault Tec had lost control of the town, her friends were alive... Cooper was going to stay relatively alive too. He'd know what to do without her, he'd be fine. She wished she had kissed him sooner.

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

December 26 - Champagne | word count: 620 | @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius never serves the expensive champagne. When he bought it, he stored it away in the cabinet, declaring it was only to be opened on a special night. When he said that, Remus had immediately assumed that meant an anniversary, their wedding, their honeymoon. Certainly not an ordinary date night. So, as much as Sirius says nothing is different about tonight—even setting up their blankets and snacks the same he always does—the bottle of champagne sits taunting Remus at the very center of it all. It’s because of that bottle, that Remus knows something is up.

The date starts off normal enough, eating the fancy appetizers Sirius bribed his brother into making, talking about everything and nothing, and drinking the fancy champagne. Remus convinces himself he is so caught up wondering what the champagne is about, that he doesn’t notice when Sirius rises from his lounging position, up onto his knees.

“Remus?”

“Yeah?” He turns then, voice catching halfway through the word, mouth suddenly dry.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You have been my best friend through the good and the bad. You have given me comfort beyond measure when I had bad days, and laughed and smiled with me on the good. You believed in me when nobody else did, and you fought for me.

Before we got together, I felt like I was traveling around in the dark. When I felt like the bad days would be my whole life. Then you, my moon, you lead me back to the light. You gave me back the good days, you gave me back laughter and happiness. You make me feel more complete and alive than I am without you.

Fate has chosen to delay us several times, but I stayed faithful and by your side all the while. Without it, I wouldn’t know just how deep my love for you goes, to what lengths I would go to keep you.”

“Sirius…” This can’t be real. Remus cannot possibly be this lucky. Tears prickle in his eyes, and his heart swells in his chest. The man who vowed he would never drop to his knees before another man, who would never beseech something of them, is here right now, baring his soul of Remus to see, and begging of him to reciprocate in kind.

“I’m not sure one lifetime is long enough to love you with all I have. I hope we find this happiness with each other in every universe, so you will never be absent of my eternal love. You will always be the best part of my day. I cannot wait to grow old together, falling in love a little more every day.

Remus John Lupin, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

His throat is too closed up to answer in words, so he flings himself at Sirius, knocking them both to the ground. There, he presses fast and frantic kisses to Sirius’ face. But even that isn’t enough to convey everything he wants to give him. To show how much he wants to pour his very soul into Sirius, so they will forever be intertwined.

“Yes.” He croaks out. “Yes, of course I will marry you.”

Sirius’ responding smile is blinding, searing into Remus’ very soul. Then, Sirius returns the frenzied kisses, his smile caught up in every one. They kiss until they are both gasping for air, only then, does Remus roll off of Sirius' chest, looping an arm to tuck Sirius against his side.

“I will never be able to thank you enough for saving me.”

“You already have, Sirius. You have already given me far more than I could have ever imagined.”

[rafeslvttygirl]

Belong To You - Rafe Cameron (CH. 1)

pairing ; bsfbrother!rafe x fem!reader

summary ; crushing on your best friend’s brother was off-limits, but resisting rafe cameron was impossible. you’re back at obx for summer break, and you must stay away from him — too bad rafe has other plans…

overall warnings ; mature content, bad language, teasing, lots of petnames (i love them, i’m sorry), sexual tension, insinuations of having sex (but not too explicit!), sneaking around/ lying, alcohol consumption (sometimes excessive), lots and lots of fluff

chapter warnings ; bad language, teasing

⋆˙⟡ “summer fling”

THE FIRST DAY BACK IN OBX was always the same — warm sand, loud laughter filling the air, and a sense that this summer would be vastly different than the last.

It hits you as you step off the ferry. It's been almost a year since you set foot here, and yet it feels like nothing has changed. The familiar scent of the ocean mingles with the distant hum of laughter and summer parties waiting to be had.

Your best friend, Sarah, waves wildly from her new black Jeep, her blonde hair catching the sunlight like a halo.

"Y/N! Get your pogue ass over here!" she shouts, loud enough to draw a few weird stares. You laugh and jog over there, throwing your arms around her.

"Miss me that much?" You tease.

"You bet I did," Sarah beams, wrapping her arms around your waist. "But let's get you dressed, yeah? We have somewhere to be!"

"Where do we have to be this late in the day?" You ask, sliding into the passengers seat of her car. The Jeep smelt exactly how you thought it would — a mix of sunscreen and Sarah's coconut air freshener. A smell that takes you right back to the old times.

"Party at mine. Ward's out of town with Rose and Wheez, so you know what that means," she smirks playfully. And it's then that you immediately regret getting into the car.

Your stomach flips. You know exactly what that means. And more importantly, know exactly who you’re going to have to face. "Do we have to? I mean, I just got back and-"

Before you can keep going, Sarah is fast to interrupt. "Relax, Y/N. My bitch of a brother won't be there tonight, I promise."

You raise an eyebrow at her fake promises. "Sarah, it's his house. Of course he's going to be there."

"Okay fine, you're right. But you can just avoid him the entire time you're there. And if he tries anything, I'll fight him off." Sarah nudges your shoulder to ease the worry evident on your face.

You’d crossed paths with Rafe a handful of times while hanging out with Sarah at Tannyhill. He had this way of commanding the space around him, towering over you with a presence that set your pulse racing.

Somehow, he'd always managed to turn you into a stuttering mess, and yet Sarah never seemed to notice the effect he had on you. If she did know, she didn't make it known.

All it ever took was one glance from Rafe — a single look from his piercing blue eyes — and you’d melt like putty in his hands. Last summer only made things worse. At one of Topper's parties he'd kissed you, only to leave you stranded when you thought it meant something to him.

It should've made you hate him. But somehow, it never did.

You’d promised yourself to stay away from him, too consumed with the guilt of betraying Sarah. But even as you resolved to keep your distance, the idea of resisting Rafe felt impossible.

Rafe Cameron is trouble wrapped in a golden-boy package. He's everything you should stay far, far away from. But knowing that and actually doing it are two different things.

The party is already in full swing by the time you arrive. The Camerons' mansion looks like something out of a movie, lights strung across the backyard and music pulsing loud enough to make the ground vibrate.

And you’re instantly hit with the smell of alcohol and bonfire smoke.

Sarah grabs onto your wrist, leading you into the crowd. "Come on, Y/N. Let's get some drinks."

You let her drag you along, weaving through the groups of Kooks laughing and talking like they own the world. And maybe they do. It's their turf, after all. You’re just an outsider Pogue. Someone they deem as lesser than.

The backyard is engulfed in absolute chaos — people abnoxiously laughing, clinking beer cans, and drunk couples agressively making out. Your eyes scan the busy crowd, not looking for anything in particular. But when your eyes sweep over a familar figure, you freeze on the spot.

Rafe Cameron.

He's leaning casually again the railing near the edge of the yard, a beer in hand, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His longer hair catches your attention as he tips his head back to laugh at something his friend is saying. It's almost unfair how effortlessly hot he looks right now. And then, as if sensing your gaze, his eyes meet yours.

For a moment, everything fades. The laughter, the music, the noises of everyone around you — all of it becomes a distant hum. His sharp blue eyes hold yours, and you feel the same pull you did last summer all over again.

Sarah nudges to get your attention, breaking the silent eye contest you and Rafe were in. "You okay?" she asks, her voice light and cautious of how silent you were.

"Yeah," you lie, forcing a smile. "Let's down some drinks, shall we?"

For about a minute into the party, you could feel his gaze still lingering on you. You tell yourself to focus on the semi-drunk Sarah as she yaps about her boyfriend, John B. Yet no matter how hard you try, the memory of Rafe's stare clings to you like the summer heat.

Throughout the night, Sarah has somehow wondered off to mingle with her friends. And you were left nursing your drink by the edge of the yard. The cool night air at least offered you some sort of relief.

"Couldn't stay away from me, could you?"

The voice behind you was smooth, teasing, and achingly familiar. You turn in your spot to find Rafe standing a few feet away from you, his hands tucked casually into his hoodie pockets. The faint smirk on his lips was enough to set you on edge.

So much for staying away from him.

"Didn't realise I needed to," you reply, trying to keep your tone steady. Even though your mind was racing at the mere sight of him.

"Funny," he deadpans, closing the distance between you both. "Because I've been waiting for you to approach me all night, y’know?"

"Wasn't planning on it," you shoot back, though the quiver in your voice betrayed any attempt you had at looking like you were unaffected by his presence.

Rafe chuckles, low and deep, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. "No?" He's even closer now, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. "Then why've you been staring at me like that all night, princess?"

There it was, the teasing nickname he'd always taunt you with. And then his head tilts forward, almost like he's teasing you. "Like what?" You stupidly ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Like you've been undressing me with your eyes."

Your breath hitches at that, and for a moment, you’re sure he's going to lean down and just kiss you. The air between you both feels charged, and weirdly like deja vu.

But instead of doing anything, Rafe steps back, his classic smirk deepening as he watches you struggle for balance.

"See you around, Y/N," he murmurs your name softly before turning around and disappearing into the crowd, leaving you standing there, heart racing and mind spiralling.

This summer is going to be anything but simple. And you don't know how the hell you’re going to survive.

notes ; so this is the first part of my new mini-series! hope you guys enjoyed. if you liked it, plz comment and reblog for more <3

(posting this series every tuesday and wednesday)

taglist ; (join here!) series masterlist next chap

[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 2: Yandere Hawks

(Experimenting with tenses n povs, bear with me, will post the whole thing together in the one I/you guys like best, once it's done.)

His patrol is the exact sort of boring that he both hates and loves. On one hand? More time for flying. Freedom from the office. The watching eyes of... everybody, really. But on the OTHER hand? Boooooored. SO bored!

He's not MADE for bored!

Not that there WEREN'T distraction from said boredom below him. There definitely WERE. God, so SO many. Shiny, fascinating, fast moving distractions. ALL sorts of things to pick apart and hunt down. Rip apart and eat. And fans. So, SO many fans.

Noise and life and stimulus. Calculations and social masks.

He bet he could find a kitten in a tree somewhere.

There had to be at least ONE, rig-?

An explosion catches the corner of his eye. He snaps around, mid air, changing trajectory. Thank FUCK! Excitement fizzing even as cool attention calms him. Warm sunlight heating his back, the smell of smoke already starting to reach him, the rush of wind flying past? Is there anything better?

His eyes take in the scene as he arrives.

Botched takedown. Heavily armed combatant. Panicked crowd. He's already send feathers forward when? The combatant panics, seeing him arrive. Throws everything he has indiscriminately. Probably hoping to overwhelm him. Ha! Cute. Pointless, though.

He's already dragging civilians out of the way, when?

Children's voices. High and panicked. Screaming. The combatant had one last bomb. Is trying to run. Probably thinks he'll have to choose, as though he can't be-...

Wings...

Magnificent, powerful, WINGS. Massive and sweeping. Every feather an unbreakable shield. Catching the light, past smoke and fires, white and a brown so dark it bordered on black or grey. The patterns of a harpy eagle...

A mesmerizing golden sheen, almost impossible for anyone but those with enhanced eyes to pick up, surged from the base of them. Like the spread of smooth ink across paper, the slide of silk against skin. A glint covering those magnificent wings in GOLD.

Quirk?

No. No, concentrate. His Feather grabs the bomb from the air and flings it upwards. To explode harmlessly in open air. He catches the menace blindly behind him. Honestly, he's done far harder with far less. He can't look away.

Even as those wings, still domed up, shuffle to safety. Move ever so gently, like a grand reveal, to release a veritable HOARD of roughed up kids. Some of whom are still clinging to their savior for dear life. Snot and tears everywhere. They bear it with surprising grace.

They're... they're HUGE~

Not a Heros build, but..? Just STANDING there they look like a threat. They clearly can't help it. Clearly have made efforts to NOT look like one. Have tracked down the cutesiest Hero Merch available to slap on their body, like might help.

It's like looking staring down a pissed off alligator in a princess tiara. There WAS An Effort! He'll give her that!

His face threatens to break out into a VERY un-PR friendly, mean little snicker. It's... God it's so FUCKIN CUTE~. She's so big. Trying to make herself so non-threatening. It's never gonna work. Any PR team worth their pay would tell her to just give up and pick a different gimmick. But... but God, those WINGS!

He HAS to know her flight speed.

So he waves off the complaining newbies he wasn't actually listening too, makes appropriate noises to the appropriate people as he passes. And makes his way over. As he get closer? Oh~?

What a SUPRISE. She's getting ripped into by local law enforcement. Which, fair, she DID use her Quirk. But that's not what HE'S talking about. He didn't even see it. He's talking about her WINGS.

Well, well, well. He KNOWS he didn't just hear local law enforcement threaten JAIL TIME over a MUTATION, did he? That's an abuse of power! He can arrest YOU for that, officer~. He decides to cut in.

"Problem, officer?" He chirps.

His hand going to his new friends shoulder in solidarity. The officer jerks to attention. But the living STEEL under his hand? Jerks violently. She jumps. It's only years of training and the warning he got from his hand physically touching her shoulder, feeling her muscles start to move, that saves him a concussion.

The wing closest to him slams out like a battering ram, flicking into an extension just to force him back further. She spins to face him. Eyes locked on, teeth unknowingly bared. And... oh. Oh~!

She has a HARPY Quirk~

Cute like fangs that can probably rip through bone, eyes like his, TALONS that dip the tips of her fingers in a black so deep and glossy, ink masters would weep in envy. And the muscles. Far beyond an athlete. Not quite a top 50 hero, but better then most hero students by far. Not balanced for fighting though, those are PURELY wing and exercise muscles.

And the longer he openly assesses? The more of her teeth are bared. The bigger her wings fluff up. The more her hands spread into clawed, furious, weapons. Ready to swing at his head. Her eyes slowly lighting with aggravation and confrontational aggression.

He used to get like this too. HATED being stared at. He got it trained out of him.

He... he can't help it.

It's too cute. She's SO MAD. He knows he shouldn't. He's supposed to be a top 5 hero. The commission's golden boy. Everyone's watching. Always IS. He needs to behave himself, remember his PR training.

Don't. Do. The Thing...

He reaches out and tugs a feather. She has a mean right hook.

He gets yeeeeeelled at. Sad face. His handlers want to throw the book at her. For once, he puts his foot down. Absolutely Not. HE started that fight. HE'S the one who should have known better. He doesn't CARE if her records show she's a "trouble maker"! (That's a lie. He's CURIOUS now~. Oooooh~ What did you DO, lil harpy? Vengeance? Justice? Speeding ticket?)

They let it go.

He? He does NOT. He knows he should. This is a Bad Habit of his. No, WAS. It WAS a Bad Habit. He's BETTER then this now. There were trainers. Psychological exams. Drugs. All FIXED now! Promise! See? Doesn't even have that Endeavor collection he used to keep.

TOTALLY forgot how they tore it away from him. Destroyed it. Ha ha! He barely even REMEMBERS the EXACT Face, Name, Current Location, and Home Address of every single individual involved in THAT little incident! He's let it GO! Forgot about it, really. Yeeeep, the panic and rage DEFINITELY don't keep him up at night. The helplessness. As they took what was HIS-!!

Deeeep inhale. Exhale. Remember to smile!

So, yeah.

Where was he? Right! His Bad Habit That He DOES NOT HAVE ANYMORE. Because he's FIXED now. All better! He's just... taking responsibility, you know? Wants the chance to keep messing with her. Maybe see if he can get a glorious creature like that her very own flyers license.

Cause, DAMN. Wings like THOSE should be airborne.

God he wants to race her so bad.

Luckily~ he's hired the BEST lawyers. (Love you Tadashi~ say hi to your boo~) and the Judge? A big Fan! Yay, FAVORS! (Guess where YOUR going, little hunter? Run but you can't hiiiiide~) She? Looks SO unimpressed to see him? It's GREAT.

She's even WORSE in a suit. It's hilarious.

Maybe it's just THAT suit. God it's so frumpy. What, did she find it in the "generics weekly" catalog? She should wear armor. Ooooh, a flight suit! Something form fitting and sleeveless to show off them GUNS. Never thought HE'D get to be the one who feels dainty in a relationship, but...

Ah. Wait.

Gotta HAVE a relationship, first...

Unfortunately? Tall, buff, and gorgeous is so pissed to BE here? It's unlikely she'll notice any subtle flirtations....

He's not sure what his face is doing, but the expression is enough to make her HISS, wings mantling in a threat display.

Oh, yeah. Oh this is gonna be FUN~♡

[bitemevanitas]

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Before the Relationship

• Vanitas would likely be hesitant to even entertain the idea of romance at first

• But, ever the tease, he would likely flirt with her shamelessly before even realizing his own feelings

• She would also have to prove herself as someone he could trust first

• Apart from the fact that he fears attachment greatly, he would also just not know why the hell his heart is suddenly beating so fast whenever he sees her

• It must be sickness, or he is actively dying

• Yes, there is simply no other reasonable explanation

• He might see it as just another game—until he starts feeling something deeper and freaks out internally

• If she’s a vampire, he’s extra wary of her at first

• This not necessarily because he distrusts her, but out of caution for his past

• He might try to push her away, or he would pretend he doesn’t care

(the moment she pulls away for real, he panics)

"Don't be so naive, now."

"You have a heart of glass. That's what makes you all the more sweet, to me."

"Oh, I want to wrap it up and coddle it.."

"..but sometimes, I just can't help myself. I want to touch it!"

"Play with it!"

"Smash it to pieces, and then put it all back together.."

"Don't ever say I didn't warn you. You should be careful who you let so far into your heart."

• Their relationship might begin after a moment of vulnerability where Vanitas finally reveals his inner struggles

How Did They Actually Get Into the Relationship?

• Perhaps he unintentionally confesses to her during a moment of frustration

• Alternatively, she might confront him about his feelings after noticing his contradictory behavior (e.g., acting protective but emotionally distant)

• Vanitas would reluctantly agree to pursue the relationship

• Deep inside, he would actually feel giddy

• He would also be scared, though

• Vanitas would make it clear that he isn’t an easy person to love

• He would not admit it, but he would be surprised that she wants him despite his flaws

• Normally, people don't have any other reason to pursue him, other than his looks

First Few Weeks of the Relationship

• Absolute chaos

• Vanitas would be both clingy and distant at the same time

• One moment, likely when they are alone, he would drape himself over her dramatically

• The next one, he would completely avoid her out of fear of genuine attachment

• Vanitas would initially feel awkward and unsure how to act in a romantic relationship

• This is suddenly all serious and real, and he kind of didn't realize what he got himself into

• He would have a tendency to act like a seasoned romantic

• Deep down, he is actually wildly inexperienced in what it means to actually love

• He would constantly tease her, but the second she would turn it around on him, he would get visibly flustered

• Vanitas likes testing her patience—stealing kisses unexpectedly, whispering sweet nothings just to see her reaction

• He’d often second-guess himself, which in turn would irritate him

• Why does he even care?

• He’s secretly be thrilled at the thought of having someone who accepts him despite his flaws

Prior Relationship Experience

• It’s unlikely that Vanitas has had serious relationships before

• That at least, given his troubled past and mistrust of others

• He's still young with his 18 years

• Despite this, Vanitas might have had very fleeting flings or superficial connections

• Likely none of that involved genuine emotional connection

First Kiss

• A stolen kiss

• It would not necessarily be a romantic event at first—more of a smug, “gotcha” moment

• But the second their lips meet, something would change, and he would linger longer than intended

• If she initiate it, he would be stunned for a good five seconds before grinning like a fool and pulling her back in

• If it happens after a previously dangerous situation, he might laugh after

• He would say something like,

"If I’m going to die, I might as well die happy."

Love Language(s)

Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch.

• Vanitas flirts constantly, but when he genuinely compliments her, there’s a weight behind his words

• If he ever whispers, "I need you," it’s real

• He would always find an excuse to touch her

• Brushing her hair back

• Resting his hand on her lower back

• Tracing her lips with his thumb just to make her flustered

Public Displays of Affection

• Oh, he thrives on PDA

• Holding hands? Too tame

• He’ll always find a way to touch her

• Kissing her neck in public

• Making suggestive comments just to see her react and try to deflect

• If she gets embarrassed easily, he would absolutely make it worse on purpose

• If someone flirts with her? He’s immediately by her side, mockingly friendly

• His grip on her waist would tighten immediately

• Again, if she would turn it around on him, he would simply perish on the spot

• Suddenly, it would be all about propriety in public

"There—There's a time and place for everything!"

• He's the biggest hypocrite, actually

First Declaration of Love

• It takes quite a while for him to say the actual words "I love you."

• He would say "I adore you," or "You’re mine," but love? That’s fucking terrifying

• Even talking around it, would come rare (at least in the beginning)

• When he does say it, it’s not smooth

• It slips out in a moment of vulnerability, maybe after an argument or when he’s patching up her wounds

• The second he realizes what he’s said, he panics—tries to play it off like it was nothing

• But the look in his eyes says otherwise

Is He Dominant or Submissive? (Relationship vs. Physical Intimacy)

• In the relationship? Absolute control freak

(not in a suffocating way)

• He teases, dictates the pace, and refuses to let anyone see him vulnerable

• Then, in physical intimacy? It depends

• He likes being in control, but if she knows how to push his buttons, she can absolutely turn the tables

• All in all, I believe he would be a switch

• On one hand, when more submissive, Vanitas would be a real brat

• But he would also get overwhelmed fast, turning into a needy and whiny mess

• When feeling more dominant though, Vanitas could be straight up mean

(not always though, don't worry)

• He would enjoy degrading her very much, I fear

• This man would have a poker face reserved solely for her

• Watching her pout or complain, begging for his dick really gets him going

• He simply doesn't give a fuck (does that count as a pun?) about how much she wants to cum

Would He Let Her Drink His Blood?

• Vanitas would be hesitant to let her drink his blood at first

• If the situation first called for it (e.g., if she's injured, or her strength is waning), he would offer, but only after much internal debate

• Over time he would willingly let her drink his blood, and offer it freely

• He would realize it doesn't feel half bad

• Actually, he finds it arousing enjoys it

• After time, he’d still act all dramatic about it

"Draining me of my lifeblood already? You really are a wicked woman.. Oh—"

• Where would he let her bite him?

• Probably his neck, rarely his wrist

• If she’s feeling particularly bold, his thigh

(this would definitely make him flustered)

• Position? He’d sit her in his lap, making sure she’s very aware of how close they are

Would He Respect Consent?

• In the beginning of the relationship, Vanitas might struggle with respecting boundaries

• Not because he doesn’t care, but because he’s so used to pushing people away with his brash personality

• As the relationship progresses, he would make a conscious effort to respect her consent

• You had to knock some sense into him..

• After that, 100%

• Vanitas might flirt outrageously, but the moment she shows the slightest discomfort, he immediately stops

• He likes teasing her boundaries, but only with full knowledge that she enjoys it too

Would He Put Effort into Learning About His S/O?

• Surprisingly, yes

• He pretends not to care, but he remembers everything

• Her favorite flowers

• How she takes her tea (or coffee)

• Maybe her favorite parfum

• Or a childhood story she only mentioned once in passing

How Does He Present the Relationship to the Public?

• He makes a spectacle of it, and fully enjoys showing off his affection, especially if it annoys people

• However, if she’s uncomfortable with attention, he’ll tone it down (but he still finds ways to make sure people know she’s his)

Flaws (Mental Disorders, Bad Habits, etc.)

• Vanitas is deeply flawed, I'd say (aren't we all)

• Severe abandonment issues

• He pushes people away before they can leave him

• Depression & self-destructive tendencies

• He jokes about his own mortality too much for it to be just a joke

• Lying

• He lies a lot, often to protect himself

• His cynicism can also create tension in any relationship of any nature

Would He Distance Himself?

• Yep

• Should he start feeling too much, he’ll pull away—out of fear that she’ll leave him first

• These moments of distance are his way of protecting himself

• This might hurt her, and he will see himself forced to apologize

Dealbreakers

• Betrayal

• If she ever truly deceives him, he’d never forgive her for it

• If she tries to control him or force him to stay when he needs space

• Although he doesn't always hold himself to the same standard, he values loyalty above all else

Would the Relationship Be Toxic?

• The relationship could have its toxic moments

• Particularly so, if Vanitas’ insecurities lead him to lash out or distance himself

Would He Date Men, Women, or Other?

• Vanitas, in my opinion, is likely bisexual, with more of a preference for women

Would He Take Relationship Advice?

Dominique:

• No

• Or at least unlikely; he’d dismiss her advice as meddling

Noé:

• Maybe

• If he words it right, Vanitas might listen

Roland:

• Surprisingly, yeah

• Roland’s optimism and blunt honesty might provide valuable insight

Dante:

• Yes

• Who would have thought?

• Dante’s advice is blunt and practical, and Vanitas respects that

Nicknames for Her

• Genuine: Ma belle, Mon trésor, Ma chérie

• Teasing: Mon lapin, Ma puce, Ma crevette

(crevette means shrimp and i still find this one funny, idk)

• Obnoxious: Bloodsucker extraordinaire, fang-face, candy-brained

First Time Being Intimate

• Vanitas would approach intimacy with surprising tenderness

• Quelle surprise.. I know, I know

• It would take a loooooooong time to even get to this point, though

• Initially, he would be a bit awkward, but eventually, he would feel perfectly safe with her

• Often times, though sometimes hesitantly, he would whisper words of affection to her ear

• It would be a sense of comfort, to ground her and keep her with him

• He could never tell her how much she makes him so soft and weak with just the slightest touch

"How does that feel? Good?" he whispered as he picked up his pace, eyes entirely focused on her expression as she nodded. "Tell me what you like," he muttered in her ear as he grabbed her thigh, pulling her closer.

Him with an S/O That Absolutely Can Not Cook

• Vanitas would find her lack of cooking skills both amusing and absolutely disconcerting

• Don't women learn how to cook anymore?

(i'm considering the sexism of the 19th century)

• All disrespect aside, he really couldn't care less

• ..and still, how did she manage to set a pot of water on fire?

• Sometimes, he’d take it upon himself to cook for her

• He would then make a show of it by exaggerating how much better he is in the kitchen

"You’re lucky I’m here, or you’d starve."

• He would pretend to be annoyed, but would still be ready to help

• He might try to teach her how to cook after the 72401653928th failed attempt at preparing a simple pot of soup

• However, he’d also end up laughing should she eventually mess up

Vanitas with an Unorganized or Messy S/O

• Vanitas is definitely a tidy and meticulous person

• Her messy habits would annoy him to no end

• He’d constantly nag her to pick up after herself or organize her belongings

• Vanitas would also do this when they don't even live together

• "How do you live like this?" would be a frequent complaint

• Despite his annoyance, he’d never let it escalate into a fight

• Instead, he would resort to passive-aggressive comments or sighing dramatically while tidying up her mess himself

• Over time, he’d get used to her habits

(he lost this fight)

Would He Let Her Touch the Book of Vanitas?

• Initially, Vanitas would be extremely protective of the book

• He wouldn’t let her near it, much less touch it

• Vanitas is no dimwit, "Absolutely not, non."

• If she'd ask questions about it, he’d give vague answers, trying to maintain an air of mystery

• Over time, as their relationship deepened, he might let her hold the Book of Vanitas

• Still, he’d watch her like a hawk the entire time

• She wouldn't be able to open it, anyway

• Her genuine curiosity would soften his usual defensiveness

• Vanitas might even explain some of the Book’s functions to her

• Though, he’d carefully avoid sharing anything too dangerous

His S/O Asking About His Past

• Vanitas would immediately deflect or dodge the question if she asked about his past

• He would use sarcasm or humor to change the subject

• If she pressed further, he might grow defensive, telling her it’s none of her business

• He might reveal small pieces of his past in vulnerable moments

• Maybe when he’s tired or comfortable enough to do so

• She would have to be patient and gentle

• It would be important to show him that she's there to listen without judgment

• This would mean the world to him, even if he struggled to express it

Absolute Pet Peeve

• Vanitas has a keen eye for detail

• So, one of his biggest pet peeves would be watching her pick at her lips until they bleed

• She might does it out of stress, or simple habit

• He’d immediately grab her hands and scold her

• Despite his harsh words, his concern would be genuine

• He might buy balm for her lips himself and tell her to use it daily

• Seriously, stop it

• Other minor pet peeves might include her interrupting him while he’s focused on something

• If she were to forget details he considers important, he might also be a little soured

Would He Spend Money on Her at All?

• First of all, money doesn't grow on trees

• But, I feel like Vanitas would absolutely spend money on his s/o (moderately)

• However, he’d never make a big deal out of it

• He’d frame his generosity as something casual

"Well, I can’t have you walking around looking shabby, can I?"

• If she ever tried to refuse his gifts, he’d roll his eyes languidly

"You’re making this harder than it needs to be. Just take it."

• At the same time, he’d be annoyed if she took his generosity for granted

• He’d want her to recognize the thoughtfulness behind each gesture

Him with an S/O Who Likes Seafood but Hates Oysters (His Favorite)

• Vanitas would be delighted if she shared his love for seafood

• It's simply the best, and appreciated far too little

• It’s also one of the few indulgences he enjoys openly

• However, he’d constantly tease her about her dislike of oysters

• (Oysters are evil, there is no alternative)

"How can you say you love seafood, when you refuse to eat the best part?"

• He’d occasionally try to sneak an oyster onto her plate

Is He a Cuddler?

• Absolutely

• He's still selective with it

• Vanitas isn’t naturally a cuddly person, but in the right circumstances, he craves physical closeness

• He tends to cuddle when he’s tired, emotionally drained, or after a taxing mission

• It’s his way of grounding himself

• He prefers being the one holding her

• Vanitas finds comfort in the protective act of wrapping his arms around her

• Occasionally, if he feels like it, he’ll let her hold him instead

• He would rest his head on her shoulder or lap

• Cuddling is often accompanied by quiet moments of conversation

• Vanitas would finally feel safe enough to let his guard down

Him with an S/O Who Tends to Coddle Him

• At first, Vanitas would protest loudly if she tried to coddle him in any way

"I don’t need you fussing over me. I’m fine!"

• Was she trying to pick a fight or something?

• Or worse.. did she pity him?

• She would have to explain to him, that her 'fussing over him' only comes from a place of deep care, not pity

• Once he'd be sure that she's serious, her concern would touch a part of him that’s not used to being nurtured

• He’d eventually grow to tolerate—and even enjoy—her care

• This especially when she would offer small, comforting gestures like fixing his hair or tending to his injuries

• Every once in a while, he would allow her to pamper him

• Don't get used to it though

• If she were to show persistence in caring for him, it would slowly chip away at his defenses

• It would finally make him realize he doesn’t always have to carry his burdens alone

.

.

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[twigg96]

Merle X Reader HC/Fic

Sooo... I might have a thing for the Dixon boys lol.... Here are some HCs for Merle. Next in this series will be either Negan or Rick <3

Merle didn't do relationships... he normally did flings. Hot, steamy, one night stands that meant nothing to either partner. That took no emotional effort at all on his part.

Merle didn't normally do emotions. Emotions were messy. Emotions got him hurt. His emotional bandwidth was taken up by family. Or what was left of it anyway...

But then he met you... when his normal coping mechanisms of harsh comedy and pulling away didn't work on you and you only drew closer to the crass man only wishing to know him further... Merle started to become intrigued with you and these new feelings bubbling up in him. Although he wouldn't dare label the emotions as anything more than curiosity. You would say you and Merle had become thick as thieves.

He brought you home to meet his brother. Something he often did with some of his long term flings but something was special about you. Something different. He hadn't fucked you... as a matter of fact he didn't really want to or feel a need to... he just wanted to keep you close. Watch you hang out with Daryl in their little trailer and watch a shitty movie with an arm around your shoulder... if you let him. It was a weird feeling that pissed him off slightly. He knew your body was fucking smoking hot. He knew he should be simply banging you silly in his room, listening to this movie in the background, before moving on with his life. Not dwelling on whatever the fuck this new feeling was. But as you laughed at the movie, handing the popcorn to Daryl and leaning into his own side more, sharing a joke Merle knew would soon become an inside joke between the two of you, treating the younger Dixon as an equal instead of a pest or a nuisance who didn't belong in his own home like so many of his partners had before... it peaked his interest to peer deeper into those unknown emotions he was experiencing.

Taking you out to go hunting was just one way Merle showed his... interest in you. It was his way of showing off his skills in the sport as well as teaching you vital skills he learned in his life. Skills he hoped you'd never have to use. Skills he could never know would end up saving not only your life but the lives of many in the future. Merle saved for weeks at his shitty dead end job (dealing wasn't always what it was cracked up to be) to pay for all three of your hunting licenses (just cause he lived life in the fast lane didn't mean he always felt the need to skirt the law... didn't help he used a fake ID to get the damned things though) and everything you'd need to go in the coming weeks. If there was anything he could pride himself in it was semi-legally bringing food to the table.

Inviting you over the night before he let you take his own bed and to the amazement of Daryl he took the couch. Merle had claimed it was so that when he got up to get ready he wouldn't wake you, but in the morning when he woke up at the ungodly hour before the sun rose to find you already awake, completely dressed and brewing coffee, Merle was damned tempted to call off the hunt to spend the day at home hunting you. But Daryl coming out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and a tired far away look in his eye reminded him he had a duty to get meat for harsh winter ahead.

However Merle never had the patience to hunt normally... So he brought along entertainment and some accelerators that made the hunt go by faster and in his favor. Leading you through the woods the two of you walked silently saying a quick good luck to Daryl as he took off on his own. Merle knew his brother always did do better on his own and would probably out hunt you both, his proclivity to hunt from the break of dawn until the sunset baffled Merle. Settling you down in a small grove of oak trees Merle wrapped an arm around your waist pointing in the direction the deer would appear if he scouted right. The sun slowly rose into the sky turning it a deep red before it ascended into the sky. The cool fall morning never warmed above chilling and the eldest Dixon knew the deer were bedding down to keep warm. Pulling you to your feet Merle walked with you. He had bought cherry bombs from one of the dealers he associated himself with for a case such as this. Using a slingshot and a lit cigarette he shot them into the thick brush when he got bored. Laughing as they exploded spraying twigs and dirt into the air. He'd deal with the aftermath of Daryl's anger later when they got home... but for now he let the beaming smile on your face drive him. Handing the slingshot to you, he pointed to a different spot in the brush, lighting the bomb with the end of his cigarette. Thunk... BOOM. You both laughed as more dirt flew and several deer jumped from the brush. They each darted in several directions and before Merle could pull his gun up to take a good shot; a gun beside him went off. It was the first deer you ever bagged.

As time went on Merle started bringing you with him nearly everywhere. To the grocery store. To the gas station. But mostly to the bar. You didn't seem to drink that much. If you did drink it was only a few before you limited yourself. Merle never had that kind of restraint. He over indulged. He always did. He was loud, crass, and could be mean as a rattle snake when he drank. More so than normal. It seemed to only be exasperated when he was under the influence. But you never seemed to notice or care. Still connected to his hip all through the night. Laughing at his shitty jokes. Correcting his over crass behavior when he got too rowdy. Keeping him from getting himself killed by sneakily limiting his drinks through the night. Or simply diluting them with water or seltzer.

You truly were his angel.

When some guy with a death wish decided he wanted to try and force his way between you two. “Damn, girl. You got a nice ass.” The jackass growled shoving himself between you and the eldest Dixon. If you hadn’t given Merle a talk before you both left the house he might have killed the guy already. But you promised him you’d do your best to handle it and would flag him if you needed. So with all the strength Merle had in his his drunken body. He walked over to join his brother glaring holes into the back of the asshole’s skull who swayed drunkenly trying to whoo you off your feet. “Surprised you haven’t laid ‘im out yet.” Daryl drawled following Merle’s gaze, glaring daggers at the jackass. “Seen ya lay guys out fer less before.” He hummed taking a sip of the beer he’d been nursing through most of the night. Watching as you shook you head politely at the man’s advances, turning to the bar and drinking down your liquor uncomfortably Merle simply hummed. “Said I’d stay back this time. But if he lays a hand on her it’s fair game, little brother.” Merle growled shooting Daryl a look that spoke volumes. Merle watched as you moved your body further away from the man as he stepped a little closer keeping your arms tucked tight around your middle to keep from accidentally bumping into him. Merle watched as you shook your head again standing slowly and shaking your hand. But that’s when the asshole turned into enemy number one. The dick bag had the fucking gull. The sheer audacity to grab you by the wrist, shoving you into the bar, caging you there with his body. He stood over you stumbling only slightly as you shoved against him with all your strength. Merle didn’t have to say a word when Daryl sat his beer down, knowing exactly what was coming next following him willing across the country bar. Merle grabbed the bastard by the ear, dragging him out into the alley between the bar and the abandoned building beside it. Together he and Daryl made the fucker regret the day he was born.

The day the world fell into chaos Merle hadn't believed it at first. What a sick joke. Human beings returning from the dead. Human beings eating each other. The world falling apart. You had come over early in the morning before work. Cuddling up to Merle he somehow convinced you to stay home, call off. Even if he didn't believe the shit himself. He just had a... feeling. Now he was glad he had it. Daryl had been up on the mountain hunting. Watching as camera men risked life and limb to get closer to the action you both speculated it was only in the cities... and it was... at first. Then you heard the gunshots next door. And Merle's military training went into overdrive. Grabbing dusty duffle bag after dusty duffle bag of supplies he had stashed around the house Merle tied them tight to his bike.

It took three days for you and Merle to find Daryl out in the woods. Luckily for you both the geeks had just as much of a hard time. There were no biters out in the middle of no where. And if Merle had thought that an emergency would have lasted more than a week for three people, he would have packed more water. But he didn't and with the biters carrying some sort of disease. Merle didn't want to risk catching it in the water.

The three of you raided houses and small groups for a time. Daryl hated it. That much was evident. You hated it more. You had grown silent. distant. Though Merle couldn't tell if it was because of hunger or regret that had you pulling away. But he tried not to think about it. He just tried to focus on the survival of all of you.

When you all made it to the Quarry, Merle had origianlly wanted to raid it like the others and dip. But the kids... You and Daryl wouldn't let him. And so there he sat, a week later. Wittling a damned fishing rod for some broad he didn't know so she and her sister could go try and fish... Useless. Meanwhile you were being hounded by the big headed prick Shane. Every time he turned around he was nosing around you. If it were any time before three weeks ago he would have laid Shane out flat and thought nothing about it... But now... he had to act right... or Shane would kick them out... not that he would give a shit... but You were right. Even if he hated it. There was a safety in numbers.

Unfortunately... Merle could never keep his anger in check nor his mouth shut for long. The combination always seemed to get him in trouble. With the law - he was arrested more times than he could count and with more prison time than he probably deserved but let go because a fantastic lawyer. With ex-partners- he always said shit he would regret- it cost him a relationship with one of his maybe kids... he really should have looked into that before the end of the world... But now he was handcuffed to a roof. no hope to see you again ever again. All because his big mouth and bigger ego.

Finding the graves at the Quarry was the hardest thing he ever had to go through beyond war. Digging them up with one hand in the wet muddy ground coming down off of all his drugs to be certain none of them held you or Daryl... was his coming to religion moment.

The entire time he worked for the Governor Merle searched for you and Daryl. If Daryl had you he knew you were safe. Not that he doubted you. Merle trusted that you were out there somewhere now throwing cherry bombs into the woods to scare the deer into coming out for Daryl.

Walking in the woods one night on patrol Merle counted the stars. The moon. He never really looked at them before. You had tried once to show him the constellations. Where they all where at different times. Stars were your thing. Not his. He pretended to be interested. But you could tell he wasn't interested. He wished he could give you the time now.

Months into his service to Woodbury he was out doing the Governor's bidding. There had been a disturbance at the line apparently. He was deployed to deal with it. He hated his job but... it made the time pass. Better than in a jail cell he supposed... Searching under cars and in broken grocery store windows he disposed of a few walkers before watching a shadow scurry across the dusty glass of a hardware store window. "If yer looking to get a weapon yer out a luck... but if ya need a tool-" He froze. You stood in the glass staring back at him fear washed over your face before you ran to hide behind some shelves. Had you not seen him? Not recognized his voice?! Or maybe he was hallucinating again... it seemed to be a theme recently. He was seeing your face everywhere. Even in the paintings that Phillip had hanging in the halls. Walking into the store Merle growled rounding the aisles looking for you. This was ridiculous why- Oh... it was just a teen... Letting her slip past him he sighed pretending not to see them at all just willing to tell the teams that they were seeing shit again.

The trek to the prison felt like walking into death row. From one prison into another Merle thought walking beside Daryl. He didn't dare ask about you. Though the question burned in his mind so brightly that he nearly screamed it several times. It wasn't the time... wasn't the place. Not after the things Daryl had seen. Not after the changes he'd made. He wasn't the same Daryl that Merle left behind. More mature. Decisive. It was good to see in a way. It brough Pride to his chest in way that made him want to smile. It also brought tears in a painful way that made him want to scream and cry out for the time he lost. When the gates opened and only hostility came... you never did Merle looked desperately to Daryl who only could look to the ground. "Went out lookin' for ya." Merle shook his head turning towards the gate. "Merle." Daryl yelled. "I... I'll take ya too 'em." Daryl sighed looking very much like the boy Merle remembered. Leading Merle to a group of graves only marked with crosses not in a dissimilar way that the group at the Quarry used Daryl stopped. Feeling bile rise to the top of his throat at the sick feeling of Deja vu Merle shook his head. "Went out lookin' for ya every day... one day... didn't come back so I went lookin'..." Daryl sniffed gesturing to a cross with your name. "Found 'em turned and wandering back by Woodbury... not sure what happened... but we have our ideas."

Merle lived day by day and in a daze from then on. He lived for Daryl. Had to keep him safe. Like he always did. but it was different. Without you there to light up his life he was just existing waiting for what he couldn't put a name to it. So when the governor wanted to meet. A trade. Merle knew what he had to do. You died near Woodbury. The Governor knew... now... he would pay... he would know not to fuck with Rick... He'd stay the fuck away from Daryl and he'd regret ever letting you die on his land.

Impulsive. Merle had always been impulsive. and it always got him in trouble... but this time as his vison faded to black and a light shined in his eyes he was sure was the sun... he heard your voice... and he smiled.

[yeonzzzn]

🌸beautiful mistakes: yeonjun x fem!reader | ex-lovers, friends w/benefits, jealous!yeonjun | warnings: some smut ♡

always a mistake, but continuing to come back for more…

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a/n: I decided to repost this and make a few changes as I did not like it...so I hope everyone enjoys this updated version.

You sat across from him. Legs wrapped underneath you, twisting your fingers together and trying to do anything to not make eye contact with him. 

His eyes never left you. You could feel how his eyes stared holes into you. 

But you broke, finally looking in his direction, making direct eye contact with him. 

He sat forward, hands clasped together. His head was slightly tilted, his faded hair slowly falling over his face. 

It’s been six months since you broke up. But that didn’t stop the two of you from still hooking up any chance you could get. 

It didn’t stop Yeonjun from the way he would pin you against the wall and fuck you from behind, fucking you stupid. It didn’t stop him from putting you to your knees, taking his length in your mouth and watching as he would fling his head back letting out soft groans as he would pull your hair in motion as you went down on him. 

But each time you called it a mistake, it a never to happen again. But you both were always coming back for more. 

Sex with Yeonjun was incredible. It always has been even before the break up. Hell, the same night as the break up he fucked you so good you couldn’t walk for a week. 

But you figured he just wanted to give you one last fuck before it was entirely over…six months later and here you two were, still fucking each other stupid not being able to completely let go. 

You twirled the solo cup in your hands, finally breaking the eye contact from him. 

You should have known he was going to show up to this party. 

You should have seen the signs when Soobin texted you to join him tonight. He and Yeonjun were best friends after all. 

“Y/N,” he called to you. You raised a brow letting him know you heard him, “Why did you come here with Soobin?” 

Before you could give him an answer, the man himself appeared right behind you. Speaking of the devil. 

Soobin wrapped his arm around you, leaning over the couch you sat on. 

You quickly glanced at Yeonjun, seeing his jealousy written all over his face. He leaned back into the chair, crossing his legs and placing a hand over his mouth. His eyes shot daggers into you and Soobin. 

“So this is where you’ve been, Y/N.” Soobin cuddled his forehead against your temple, “I’ve been looking for you. You were standing beside me and then the next I knew you were gone.” 

Yeah, that’s because the minute Yeonjun walked in you had to try and work fast to get away. Yeonjun unfortunately worked faster, cornering you in the massive living room on the couch. 

“I just needed to sit down for a bit.” You softly smiled at Soobin, wrapping your hand against his wrist. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Yeonjun perk up, his cheeks turning pink from the jealousy growing. 

It turned you on seeing him jealous. You loved seeing the way his body language spoke. The way he would bite his bottom lip, the way he would start to eye fuck you, not caring who would be around. 

You wanted to test him. To play the bratty part and see how far you could push him. You were angry with him for showing up tonight. 

You crossed Soobin’s arms more around you, his gentle hands resting at your hips and tilting your head more into him. 

Yeonjun gripped the armrest, seeing you getting all cozy with his best friend was pissing him off. Yeonjun knew he had no right to be angry, to be jealous. You weren’t together anymore. Oh but god that didn’t stop him from marking you as his still. 

“You want a refill?” Soobin asked, nodding his head at your empty cup. 

You couldn’t even answer before Yeonjun spoke up for you, “She has had enough, Bin.” 

“The last time I checked, I am able to speak for myself, Jun,” you spat back, “I would love some more alcohol, Soobie.” you nestled your face into his neck, smelling his cinnamon cologne which you loved so much. 

“Fuck that was sexy.” Soobin giggled, wrapping his arms even tighter around you. 

Yeonjun’s eyes were shooting daggers at the two of you, the tension growing even more. 

You couldn’t lie, you loved the attention you were getting. You loved how Soobin held you tightly, but god did you love the way Yeonjun was losing his shit over you right now. It fueled the fire that was already burning. 

You played with the back of Soobin’s hair, shifting your body to face him better, “kiss me.” 

Yeonjun’s heart dropped, and he quickly stood up from the chair, he needed to stop this. 

Soobin’s lips barely grazed yours before you were pulled up from the couch and pushed in the opposite direction. 

“Seriously Yeonjun?” Soobin scoffed. 

Yeonjun shook his head, “Stay out of this, Bin.” 

Soobin wanted to argue, but knowing he couldn’t. 

He led you up the stairs and down the hallway, the loud music softly faded in the background. 

“Yeonjun, let go!” You tried to pull yourself out of his grip, but Yeonjun proved to be stronger. 

He yanked you in front of him and up against the wall, his arm slamming against it above your head, his other hand grasping your hip tightly. 

Your heart raced as you stared back into his dark brown eyes. 

“You think you can just flirt with my best friend in front of me? Don’t you know better?” 

“Excuse me?” you snapped back, “Last time I checked I’m not tied down to you and can flirt with whoever I want.” 

Yeonjun scoffed, looking away from you, sliding his tongue into the side of his cheek, “What are you trying to do here? Hmm?” 

“Me? What about you!” you dug your index finger into his chest, “What are you even doing here?”

“I’m here to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” 

You rolled your eyes, “like what, Yeonjun? To make sure I don’t sleep with someone else at this party? Or even fuck Soobin?” 

“To protect you, because if I don’t then who would?” he said with such fire between his teeth. 

You looked away from him, “Soobin would have! I came here with Soobin!”

Yeonjun took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him, “stop saying his name.”

Your heart wanted to burst out of your chest. It turned you on so bad seeing him like this, it always has. 

He pressed his body against yours. Feeling the warmth of his hard length pressed up between your legs. You could feel how wet your underwear already was. 

“Say my name instead,” Yeonjun whispered, his face now inches away from yours. 

“Yeonjun…” you whispered back. 

His hand left your hip, slowly moving down your thigh, “Say it again.” You whispered his name again and his hand moved up your skirt, rubbing two fingers over your folds, “fuck baby, already soaking through these panties for me.” 

You were melting against his touch and he could see it too. 

Yeonjun lifted himself away from you, pulling you to follow him into the empty bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you. 

Even though you wanted to sleep with Yeonjun so badly, you knew it wasn’t a good idea. You were broken up and it’s been six months. This wasn’t healthy. 

“Yeonjun, maybe we shoul-“

Before you could finish, he pressed you up against the door, “Stop talking, I do not want to hear those words.” 

You reached for him, slamming yourself against him. Hands in his hair and mouths connected. 

Yeonjun undressed you as his tongue danced with yours, his hands cupping your bare breasts, thumbs circling your tits. 

You moaned against his mouth reaching for every piece of clothing to tear off his body. 

You needed him now. 

Yeonjun could feel your impatience, “I need you to ride me.” 

You shoved him down onto the bed, reaching for the buttons of his jeans, slipping your fingers under the hem of his boxers helping slide them off to the floor. 

You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, his broad shoulders and muscles sending you dizzy. 

Yeonjun pulled you to straddle him, “I need your wet pussy on my cock right now or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” 

You slid down onto him, taking him completely between your folds. The sounds of pleasure escaped your mouth as you rocked your hips against him and slowly started to bounce. 

Yeonjun held a tight grip on your ass, helping you with the motion, moving you faster. 

He laid kisses on your neck, leaving soft bites on your skin that you damn well knew would leave marks. Yeonjun would always leave some kind of mark on you, showing off that you were his. 

You flung your head back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “f-fuck…Yeonjun…feel so fucking good.” 

“Yeah, baby? You love the way my cock feels inside your wet pussy?” he slammed you down hard against his cock, holding you in place, making sure you felt every single inch of him before letting you move again. 

The sensation made you dizzy, your climax approaching. 

“Gonna…gonna cum…Yeonjun.” you moaned into his ear. 

Yeonjun smirked, pulling you off him. 

You gasped at the emptiness of him, ready to protest about your release. But Yeonjun had other plans. 

He flung you onto the bed, towering over you, “We’re coming together, you hear me?” 

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling him slowly move into your entrance and picking up speed. 

Oh, he fucking you so good making sure to hit all the right spots that drove you insane. Breasts bounced by his movements. 

You bit down on your lips to keep from being loud, your orgasm once again building up. 

Yeonjun hung his head down, groaning with every push inside you, “fuck baby you feel so good wrapped around my cock…fuck I’m going to cum.” 

You tighten your legs around him, putting as much pressure as possible. 

Yeonjun gripped his hands onto the headboard, using it to pick up speed and shove himself harder into you. 

“Say my name baby,” he moaned out, “say how badly you want me to make you cum with my dick.”

You did as you were told, “Yeonjun, make me cum please, I’m begging.” 

“Fuck, you are being such a good girl for me.” 

You couldn’t take it anymore, “I’m...I want to cum, Yeonjun please.” 

“Cum for me baby,” he licked his lips, “make a mess on my dick.” 

You dug your fingers into the black silk bed sheets, arching your back as you reached your high, pure bliss of ecstasy fell over you. 

With one hand still on the headboard, his other wrapped around your arched back, “I’m cumming inside you baby.” 

As you felt the warmth of his release filling you, Yeonjun connected your lips together, moaning into the kiss as he chased his high. 

Yeonjun softly dropped his body onto yours, wanting no space being left. 

The truth was, Yeonjun was still very much in love with you. He hated it when other guys would look in your direction. He hated how sexy you looked tonight, knowing Soobin was thinking the same thing. He hated that you weren’t together. 

He nuzzled his face into the small of your neck, breathing you in, “Fuck I still love you.” 

You tangled your hand in his hair, your heart beating for him and only him. 

You still loved him too. Sometimes wanting nothing more than to drop this friends-with-benefits act and be together again. You were great together until you weren’t anymore, and that’s the sad truth. 

Leaving you both running in circles around each other making the mistake of ending up in each other's bed, swearing it won’t happen again. But coming back for more anyway. 

You wanted to tell him how much you loved him too, but settled for kissing his forehead before pulling yourself away from him and out of the bed.  

Yeonjun sat up, watching as you got dressed, eyes roaming every inch of your body, spotting the marks on your neck. 

“God you look so sexy with my markings.”

“Yeonjun, we can't keep doing this,” you said covering the spot with your hand. 

“Y/N, you say this every single time”, he climbed out of the bed, wrapping his arms around you from behind, “you can call this a mistake all you want, but it’s more than that.”

“It’s beautiful mistakes,” you whispered as you pulled away from him, “put your clothes back on, everyone probably has noticed we’ve been gone for too long.” 

Yeonjun smirked as he picked his clothes up from the floor, “Good, they need to know you’re still mine anyways, unofficially.”