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notsosweetchan · 2 months

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PAIRING: Hyunjin x Reader

WARNINGS: smut, sexual language

Minors do not interact

Hell week

ੈ✩‧₊˚Complete this task ੈ✩‧₊˚

Hyunjin, the new pledge at his fraternity, was barely surviving hell week. The older brothers had given him a list of tasks to complete and each one earned them points towards their initiation. He had managed to score well in some, but the last few days had been grueling. With only three days left, he was behind by half.

The final task staring back at him on the list read: "Sex with a virgin - 500 points." He groaned inwardly, knowing that it would be either this or punishment. He only knows one virgin his best friend Y/N he has known her since 5th grade but he has never thought of her like that, not till now.

Hyunjin gulped, feeling a knot forming in his stomach as he contemplated his options. He couldn't believe he was even considering this, let alone with Y/N. The memories of their countless sleepovers and innocent childhood games flooded his mind. But desperation clouded his judgment, and the thought of facing the humiliation and consequences of failing to complete the task loomed over him.

Hyunjin sighed heavily as he knocked on the door to Y/N's dorm room, his heart pounding in his chest. She opened it, looking at him curiously, her wide eyes taking in his nervous demeanor.

"Hey, Hyunjin! What's up?" She asked with a small smile on her lips.

He couldn't look at her face as he mumbled out the request. "I need your help with something... It's for my fraternity..." He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say the words out loud.

Y/N's smile faded, and she stepped back from the doorway, allowing him entry into her small space. "What do you need from me?" She asked warily, eyeing him suspiciously as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

Hyunjin took a deep breath before turning to face her fully.

"I... I need you to help me complete a task. It's worth a lot of points, and if I don't...”

"...if I don't, I'll be out of the fraternity," Hyunjin blurted out, unable to meet Y/N's gaze any longer. Silence filled the room as his words hung heavily in the air. He could hear Y/N's breathing quicken, and he prayed she wouldn't freak out on him. This was his last resort, and he desperately needed her help.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N spoke up in a shaky voice, "What do you need me to do?"

Hyunjin exhaled a sigh of relief, but guilt immediately consumed him when he heard the hurt in her voice. He cleared his throat, "I-I need you to... I need you to have... sex with me."

Y/N froze, her face flushing red with shock and embarrassment. "You want me to... lose my virginity to you? Just like that?" she stammered, pointing at the floor between them.

Hyunjin looked at her for the first time since he had made his request and saw the pain in her beautiful brown eyes. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never meant to put you in this position. But I have no other choice," he pleaded, his voice cracking.

Y/N averted her gaze, biting her bottom lip as she wrestled with her thoughts. "And if I say no?"

Hyunjin swallowed hard, preparing himself for the rejection he knew he deserved. "Then I'll understand and we’ll never speak of this ever again."

Y/N couldn’t believe this was happening. Her best friend since childhood was asking her to sleep with him to save his ass from humiliation and, worst of all, she was actually considering it.

Y/N met Hyunjin's desperate gaze, her heart aching at the desperation in his eyes. "Fine. I'll do it. But only because you're my friend and I trust you to take care of me ," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Hyunjin's eyes widened in disbelief and relief. "Are you sure, Y/N?" he asked, suddenly unsure if he could go through with it.

Y/N nodded, steeling herself for what was about to happen. "Just... don't make this any harder than it already is," she muttered, her cheeks flushed red with shame.

Hyunjin swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, unable to find the words to express his gratitude or even explain how sorry he was for putting her in this position.

He took her trembling hand in his and led her to her bed, Hyunjin had always has a small crush on Y/N but never thought he would be the reason her first time would be like this.

As they settled onto the bed together, Hyunjin's heart thudded in his chest while Y/N tried to push down the anxiety and fear bubbling up within her. The air around them was thick with the tension of their impending intimacy, making it hard for either of them to breathe normally.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm both his nerves and hers as he gently kissed her softly on the lips. His tongue slid into her mouth, seeking entrance as he began exploring her mouth with flicks and nibbles. His hands found their way underneath her shirt, tracing patterns on her bare skin as he deepened the kiss.

Y/N responded to his touch, moaning softly into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer against him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling gently as she surrendered to the heat building inside her from his touch. She shivered slightly at the feel of his warm breath against her skin, goosebumps rising along her arms in response. When he broke away from the kiss, she found herself whimpering softly in protest.

Hyunjin noticed her swollen lips and the desire in her eyes that mirrored his own. He couldn’t believe this was happening but vowed to make it as pleasurable as possible for her. With shaking hands, he undressed her, his gaze hungrily taking in the sight of her naked body underneath the layers of clothes.

Y/N blushed crimson as she let him undress her, unable to meet his eyes. She couldn't believe she was about to lose her virginity to her best friend – something she had always secretly fantasized about but never imagined would happen like this. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, trying to block out the reasons behind their actions and focus on the pleasure instead.

Hyunjin slid in between the sheets with her, his body tense with anticipation and guilt. He knew he should stop but couldn't bring himself to do it. Kissing his way down her body, he began to explore her pink folds, his tongue swirling and delving into her wet heat.

Y/N gasped, arching her back in pleasure as sensations she never knew existed coursed through her body. Her nails dug into the sheets as he continued his ministrations, her hips bucking against his face. He groaned, feeling her responding to him, knowing that she was close.

Y/N came apart with a loud moan, her body shaking uncontrollably as her first orgasm washed over her in waves. Hyunjin couldn't help but feel a small amount of pride well up inside him as he saw the pleasure on her face.

As she recovered from her climax, Hyunjin moved back up her trembling body, determined to make this as painless as possible for her. He positioned himself at her entrance, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y/N, I—"

"Please," she interrupted him, her eyes full of determination. "Just do it, I can't take it anymore."

Hyunjin nodded, kissing her softly one more time before he slowly pushed himself into her tight heat. Y/N groaned through gritted teeth, her nails digging into his biceps as he entered her fully. The intense sensation of her virginity being taken away caused stars to dance before his eyes, but he remained still, allowing her time to adjust to his girth.

After a few moments of adjustment, Y/N nodded, giving him the go-ahead to continue. Hyunjin started moving slowly, savoring every inch of her hot, wet heat. With each thrust, he felt her inner muscles clench around him, tightening her grip on his manhood.

Y/N could feel herself building up to another orgasm, her breath coming out in pants as Hyunjin picked up the pace. This time, she was more prepared for the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her nails raked down his back, urging him on as she met his thrusts with her own.

Hyunjin couldn't believe how incredible it felt to be buried deep inside his best friend, Y/N. She was tight, wet, and warm, enveloping him in a way that sent electric shocks through his body. He had fantasized about this moment countless times, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of it. The way she moaned beneath him, her nails digging into his back, was enough to make him lose control.

But he didn't want this to be over yet. He wanted to make her come again, to feel the way her body shook and trembled beneath him. He began to move slowly, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, savoring the feeling of her body yielding to his. He could feel her clenching around him, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to lose it right then and there.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You feel so good, Y/N. I want to make you feel even better."

She moaned in response, and he took that as a sign to pick up the pace. He started to move faster, harder, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in short gasps, her body tense and trembling.

He reached down between them, finding her clit with his fingers and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. She cried out, her body arching off the bed, and he knew she was close. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting deeper, harder, faster, until she finally came apart beneath him, her body wracked with convulsions as she cried out his name.

He let himself go then, burying himself deep inside her as he came with a roar, his body shaking with the force of it. They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, before he pulled out and rolled over onto his back.

He looked over at Y/N, who was lying on her side with her eyes closed. She looked beautiful, her skin flushed and glowing with sweat. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face, "Y/N?" he whispered.

She opened her eyes, and he was met with a storm of emotions in their depths: fear, guilt, and, strangely enough, desire. "Yeah?" she breathed.

"That... that was..." he trailed off, unsure of what to say next.She gave him a weak smile. "I know."

They lay there in silence for a moment, the weight of what they just did settling between them like a lead blanket. Hyunjin knew that nothing would ever be the same between them after this, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But for now, he just wanted to enjoy the moment.

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luvyeni · 11 months

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❛THEY’RE ROOMMATE❜ ( l.jeno & n.jaemin )

p. roommate!nomin x fem!reader w. 4.7k+

warnings? pinning, threesome, meandom!jeno, softdom!jaemin, unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( maybe those “jokes” your roommates play on you aren’t actually jokes ) !

You and you roommates jeno and jaemin had and strange relationship — everyone saw it, except you three, you three just thought you were close friends.

“Yeah, close friends don’t joke about fucking each other on a daily basis.” Your friends would tell you, but you just shrugged it off, maybe they didn’t, but you and the two boys were comfortable enough to make jokes like that.

You first met the two on campus when you were freshman, jaemin was in one of your classes, and you two were partners for a project where you had to go over to his apartment — the apartment he shared with his best friend jeno, and you three instantly hit it off, you began to hang out all the time; movie night, clubbing, just hanging around, you guys were glued to the hip.

Then in your sophomore year you three both made the decision to move in together, it would take away some of the stress on bills — and you get to live with your best friends, it was a win win situation.

So, you soon moved in, jeno and jaemin sharing a room so you could get your own space, which you were so grateful for.

The jokes started before you moved in, but they got bolder and bolder when you guys moved in together. You’ll always remember the time when you accidentally walked in on jaemin in the shower, and instead of yelling he just smirked at you, telling you to join him. You quickly ran out, your face was warm, but you just chalked it up to the steam and not the fact that you had just seen your best friend's cock — and you weren’t mad at it.

Or with jeno, jeno loved to use his strength against you — constantly randomly pinning you down, his obvious bulge pushing against your stomach, bringing his face close to yours, like he was going in for a kiss, just to pull away with a smirk, leaving you breathless walking away with his day.

You also had your fair share of teasing the boys, probably more than them — wearing shorts that were too short and left nothing to the imagination, purposely bending over in front of them, giving them a peak of your ass, and most recently, and you didn’t even mean to do this, but you thought they both went to the gym, and you had time to yourself.

Yeah, they went to the gym, but they returned early due to it being closed, but you weren’t aware of their return, and your mind was to focused on reaching your climax with your vibrator that you didn’t hear them come in.

They didn’t let you live it down, for the next week, they tease you, telling you how they’d be so much better than the vibrator, only to laugh when you’d whine telling them to fuck off, your face warm, and your panties damp.

So maybe their words and teasing were starting to get to you, but you’d never tell them that, you’d never give them the upper hand, so you played them right back — tighter close, leaving the bathroom door open just enough so they’d see just enough to leave them wanting a full show — at the point people were just waiting for you three to break.

“Get the fuck up.” You were jolted awake by jaemin throwing a pillow that fell off your bed while you were sleep. “Get the fuck out jaemin.” You groaned, you didn’t have class today, so why the fuck was he disturbing your peace. “It’s almost noon, why the fuck are you still in bed?”

You ignored him, trying to fall back to sleep — but you were soon disturbed once again, this time jaemin was crawling on top of you, you felt the weight of his body crushing you. “j-jaemin, you are heavy.” You groaned — and then it hit you, it was hot last night, and your air-con wasn’t doing what it needed, so you stripped naked, and you fell asleep in the full nude.

Your eyes widened, “j-jaemin.” You stuttered. “jaemin get off.” You said. “Now i’m pretty comfy.” He smiled down at you. “I’m naked you asshole.” You gritted your teeth; he kissed his teeth unamused. “you’ve gotten me with with already sweetheart.” He said.

“Look on the floor.” His eyes fell to the floor, where your clothes were spread out. “Oh shit, you really are.” He turned to you. “Can I see?” You gripped the cover. “No.” he pouted. “Come on just a peek.” He pulled at the blanket. “jaemin stop!” you shrieked, and if things couldn’t get worse, jeno walked through the door.

“What are you two doing?” he stood against the wall. “you guys fucking?” You were trying to figure out how you ended up here, you were sleeping peacefully, now you’re naked with one of your roommates were on top of you while the other stared at you both in such a compromising position.

“No but she’s ready for me.” Jaemin smirked, “she’s naked under here.” You were stressed. “jaemin get off.” You whined. “Ah you’re a lucky bastard she’s whining for you; I told you I wanted to have her first.” You could no longer tell if they were joking or not and it was messy with your mind.

“You can still have her first, if she lets you under the blanket.” You gripped the comforter harder. “Okay enough, get off.” You pushed him off, he fell on the floor, you sat up covering your body. “i’m up, you both succeeded in waking me up and stressing me out before I even had a cup of coffee.” You said, pointing at the door. “Now get out so I can put some clothes on.”

They finally gave you what you wanted, jaemin got off the floor, both of them leaving you in peace. You sighed, fanning yourself. “it’s hot.” You said, “so hot.”

After calming down you finally got up, grabbing some lounging clothes for your shower. You tried not to think about the incident, but you couldn’t help it but think about it, your best friend hovering over you, and your other best friend claiming that “he wanted you first.” What the fuck did he mean by that? You got out of the shower, putting your clothes on, there was no point of makeup of anything, since you planned on staying inside.

“Ah there she is, you were showering for a really long time.” Jeno smirked, “where you doing something naughty?” you slapped his shoulder, he laughed. “Shut the fuck up.” You grumbled, pulling out all the ingredients for an ice coffee. “So grumpy.” He said, “frustrated?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, “wouldn’t you like to know?” you fought back. “of course, I do baby, that’s why asked, maybe this time I could help you.” You ignored him, fixing your drink. “where’s jaemin?” you asked sitting back down.

“He went to the gym.” You nodded, taking a sip of your coffee, smiling at the taste. “Good?” he asked, you hummed. “So good, why didn’t you go?” you asked. “I went this morning, you should’ve come.” You shook your head. “And why would I do that, I work out at home, and you go hella hard on the gym for no reason.”

“You gotta go hard if you want muscles like these.” You rolled your eyes as he flexes. “And besides, it would’ve been nice, seeing you in your tight little gym outfit, a little motivation.” He smirked.

“Stop it.” You said fixing the rest of your coffee putting your cup in the sink, you’ll get it later. “And stop flexing your muscles.” You said. “Why, you get turned on by muscles?” He wasn’t wrong, you could feel your panties dampening, but you weren’t about to let him win. “Not really, jaemins are much better, be careful he may end up bulking up and passing you.” You winked going to turn away and walk back to your room, but before you could even process, you were pinned against the wall.

“Jeno!” you exclaimed at his sudden movement, how the hell did you not hear him get up, and why are you current pinned up against a wall by your best friend. “What are you doing?” you questioned. “Apologize.” He said, you dry laughed. “And why would I do that?” you teased. “You really want to find out?” his face was extremely close now; you could feel his breath on your face. “Now apologize princess.” He let one of your hands go, you pushed at his chest. “i-i’m sorry.” He smirked, his eyes quickly going to your lips, then to your eyes. “Good girl.” He let you go. “Now run along.”

You wasted no time, practically running to your room, closing your door. “Fuck.” You were heavily breathing; you felt your heart pounding out of your chest, jeno really had done a number on you, by simply doing nothing. You looked at the drawer where you kept your trusty vibrator — thinking about the pros and cons, if you covered your mouth, you might be able to get away with it.

You quickly locked your door, pulling down your sweatpants, climbing into bed, with your vibrator in hand. You got rid of your panties, your air hitting your cunt, you hummed in delight as you turned on the vibrator, pressing it against your clit.

After your moment to yourself, you sat the toy down on your bed — you were gonna clean it and put it up.

You cleaned yourself up, putting your clothes back on, making your way out of your room, heading to the bathroom to relive yourself. You reached for the door, but it opened for you — you would’ve fell had the person not caught you. “jesus if you wanted me princess you could’ve had me this morning, not when i’m freshly out the shower.”

You pushed yourself off of him, stepping back look at him — he was naked, the only thing covering him was a towel hanging on his waist. “My eyes are up here pretty.” You kissed your teeth. “d-don’t flatter yourself.” You said, he smirked. “you’re the one staring at your best friend like a piece of meat.” He laughed watching your eyes widened. “It’s okay you can touch me.”

“I don’t wa-.” He grabbed your wrist, slowly moving your hand across his abs. “You like princess?” he tried to move his hand lower, you quickly pulled away, turning running back to your room. “don’t you have to use the bathroom?” he questioned, “not anymore.” You quickly closed the door, he shook his head, making his way into his bedroom.

You were losing your mind, no they were losing their minds — they were becoming even more shameless, and your poor little heart couldn’t take it, neither could your vibrator, how much could it possibly take before giving up.

“Oh, they want to fuck you so bad.” Your best friend listened to your complaints, gathering information coming to a conclusion. “Yeah, they want to fuck you.”

“What are you talking about?” you said, “they don’t want to fuck me.” You said, laying on your stomach. “Really, well then it’s you who wants to fuck them.” She said. “Nobody wants to fuck anybody.”

“(yn).” She started, “think about it, when’s the last time they brought a girl over?” you thought about it. “jaemin did about 3 months ago.” You recalled the morning you walked out into the kitchen where a half-naked girl stood, and jeno passed out on the couch. “But that was the last time I remember.”

“And when was the last time you brought a guy home?” you thought again. “Girl that’s sad.” You rolled your eyes. “Oh, haechan about a month and a half ago, almost two.” You explained. “isn’t he friends with them? Whore.” You gasped. “Hey!” she laughed. “i’m just kidding, if you want to go through the whole group go ahead, i’ll support you.” You shook your head.

“Honestly girl, it’s clear there’s something going on there, and has always been there, how many sex jokes can jaemin make about your ass before it becomes clear.” You shrugged. “And jeno has never hid the fact that he wants to fuck you dumb.” You cocked your eyebrow. “Please you can’t be that stupid enough to think it was all a joke?”

“Babe no, they want to fuck you.” She said. “Stop being so crude.” You bit at your lip. “You mean to tell me those two sexy ass men, and they are sexy are walking around your house, and you haven’t thought about jumping their bones once?” you hid your face. “i’m embarrassed.” She laughed. “I knew it, girl you better take that chance.”

“How am I supposed to approach that, I want both of you to take me to my room and fuck me dumb?” She shrugged. “Yes, basically.” She said. “Do not miss out on your chance to fuck two hot guys.” She said. “If you don’t, tell them I would.” You frowned. “i’m hanging up.” You said. “Sorry I forgot they’re yours, maybe hyuck and that cutie mark would come do that to me.” You rolled your eyes. “Bye.” You hung up, closing your laptop.

Your stomach began to rumble, you groaned climbing out of your bed, sliding on your slippers, before making your way out the room, to the kitchen for some food.

Both jaemin and jeno were out there, jaemin was cooking in the kitchen and jeno was laying back on the couch, watching an anime on the tv, your mind going back to the conversation with your best friends. “don’t miss your opportunity.”

“Ah guess who finally came out from rotting in your room.” Jeno said, you rolled your eyes, like he wasn’t the reason you were avoiding the common area. “Shut up.” You went into the kitchen, standing next to jaemin, looking at what he was cooking. “What are you making?” you asked.

“Some ramen.” He said, your tummy rumbled. “Look at you, you want some princess?” you smiled nodding. “Say please.” He smirked. “Jaemin.” You whined, stomping your foot. “You must not be that hungry.” You pouted. “Please.” You spoke. “Please what princess?”

“Please can I have some ramen?” he smiled, satisfied. “Good girl, get a bowl princess.” You clapped, grabbing a bowl — he put some noddles in your bowl, with some broth. “Thank you.” You sat down at the table, jaemin made his bowl, sitting down next to you. “Is it good.” You took a bite, nodding. “Good.”

He smiled watching you, before eating his own food. “Who were you talking too for so long?” he said. “Oh um, (y/f/n).” you answered. “What did she want?” you thought about the conversation you had. “Oh, she wanted haechans number.” You said. “For what?” he said. “She wanted his number, and she knew I had it from the time we hung out.” You said.

“You mean when you two fucked in our bathroom.” Jeno walked into our kitchen. “I hardly call that hanging out.” You scoffed. “well, if you say it like that.” You mumbled. “Anyway, and we just talked about a bunch of other random things, we’re going out tomorrow to shop for new clothes.”

“Is hyuck gonna be there?” jaemin asked, why were they both so hung up on donghyuck? You haven’t talked to hyuck since the day he left your apartment, it was literally a one-time hook up, you doubt he even remembers, he’s slept with a plethora of girls after. “of course not, why would he be there?” they both shrugged.

You put your bowl in the sink, opening the fridge to pull out a juice. “you’re like a little kid princess.” Jaemin took the pouch out your hand, “you need to drink water, these drinks are super sugary.” You pouted, “I want my juice.” You whined. “i’ll drink water after I promise.” He shook his head. “Drink water.” You open the fridge, pulling out a water. “Good girl.”

His body was close to yours as you opened the bottle, taking a sip of water. “I drunk it.” You said. “Good keep drinking it.” He spoke. “Will you back up if I drink more.” He smirked. “Why am I making you nervous?” you went to turn and walk away, but he pulled you back. “jaemin.” You spoke. “Why do you keep running princess?” he said.

“I-i’m not running.” You said, jeno scoffed. “Really? you’ve spent all day in your room for what then?” he said, jeno stood on the side, you were now boxed in, your best friends had cornered you. “Well, that’s because — because what princess?” jaemin said. “Say it?”

“Because you both have been terrorizing me all day.” You spoke. “Terrorizing?” jaemins eyebrow quirked up. “Yeah, terrorizing, making me frustrated, flustering me.” You let everything fall out. “i’ve been so sexually frustrated all day and you both aren’t making it better.”

Your eyes widened, covering your mouth to keep from saying anything else. “so, we make you horny?” jeno said, “and that’s why you’re hiding from us?” you shook your head. “i’m going back to my room.” You tried to get away again, but they just moved in closer, leaving you little to no room to move.

“Poor baby just needs to be fucked?” jaemin said, you almost let out a whimper. “St-stop it.” You spoke. “If you’re just fucking with me, stop it, I can’t take it anymore.” You pleaded, jaemin turned to jeno. “She still doesn’t get it.” Jeno shook his in faux disappointment. “she’s a little dumb, you know you gotta explain.”

“Baby you’re the only one who was joking.” Jaemin said, “this morning, I was serious, i’ve been serious for the past few months.” Jaemin said. “And I have never said I was joking baby.” Jeno chimed in. “i’ve always been quite open about me wanted to fuck you.”jaemin moved to the side, letting jeno tower over you. “I actually claimed you first.”

You couldn’t believe the sudden confession; they were actually serious. “You know what jaem, maybe we should just show her.” Before you could even process jeno was pressing you against the counter, kissing you.

His hands traveled from your waist all the way to your ass, lifting you up sitting you on the counter, not taking his lips off yours, jaemin watching on the side. “How about we take this to the bedroom.” He said, jeno picked you up, obviously trying to prove how strong he was, carrying you to your room.

He tossed you on the bed, you hit the soft foam, bouncing a bit. “You’re trying to show off your strength.” You said, he smirked. “you’re really talkative.” He said, you smiled sweetly. “let’s see if you’re still talking with my dick in your mouth.”

Jaemin sat on the bed, he felt something on your bed, as jeno began taking your bottoms off. He felt around, grabbing the object, smirking. “I see taking to (y/f/n) wasn’t all you were doing, naughty baby.” He held your vibrator in his hands. “Put that down.” You go to reach for it, jeno swiftly grabbed your hand pinning it down.

“Look at that wet cunt.” He said once he got your panties off. “you’ve must’ve fucked yourself dumb with that thing right before you came out.” You recalled covering your mouth cumming all over yourself right before your phone call with your friend. “How many times have you used that thing?”

He pressed down on the clit, you moaned. “Th-three.” You honestly answered, you weren’t ashamed. “Three times, you came three times and you’re still so horny.” He tapped your cube. “So, fucking nasty baby, you’re a little horny slut, aren’t you?” Jeno groaned, your slit had become soaked, you were ready to take his cock. “N-not a slut.”

“Really baby, you’ve already came three times today, but here you are, clenching around the air, your pussy begging to be filled.” You moaned as he slid one of his thick fingers. “So fucking wet.” He groaned.

You heard jaemin turn on the vibrator, you turned your head, he smiled, pressing it against your chests. “let’s see how good this thing is.” He traced the toy around your chest, circling the toy around your nipples. “j-jaemin, oh fuck! Jeno.” You screamed your best friends' names, as jeno added another finger, speeding up his movements. “I need to stretch this pussy out for my cock.”

Jaemin finally reached your clit with the toy, circling the toy as jeno thrusted his fingers inside of your cunt. “Oh, fuck i’m gonna cum.” You moaned. “i’m gonna fucking cum.” Jaemin turned the settings up higher, the vibration taking over your body, jeno curling his fingers, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Fuck i’m cumming!” you screamed, eyes rolling back into your head, your body shaking as you came.

“Fuck look at your pussy soaking my fingers.” Jaemin turned out the toy, tossing it somewhere. “Be-be careful with, s’ expensive.” You said, jaemin smirked. “Princess after today you’ll never need that stupid fucking toy again.” Your pussy clench at the thought of fucking them again and again.

“Let me get a taste.” Jaemin sipped his fingers into between your legs, wiping up some of slick, bringing it to your lips. “mhm, shit princess if you aren’t full fuck out once we’re done, i’m gonna need a taste of that cunt, you moaned out, trying to close your legs, jeno slapped them open.

“Keep your legs open.” Both boys got off the bed, undoing their pants, taking them off. “I told you, that pussy is mine first.” Jeno rubbed himself through his underwear, hissing. “You want it, want my cock?” you nodded. “So bad, wan’ your cock so bad.”

He freed himself from his confinements, his cock sprung out, he was huge — his thick cock, his tip angry red, and dripping with pre-cum. “don’t worry princess, i’ll stuff your throat when i’m done with this slutty pussy right here.” He flipped you on your stomach, you yelped at him suddenly man handling you, your ass was up in the air, he rubbed his cocked on your folds, teasing his tip in your hole. “Pl-please put it in like.”

He pushed his cock into your cunt in one swift motion. “Fuck!” you screamed. “Fuck baby, your cunt just took my cock so fucking easily, damn slut.” He slapped your ass.

Jaemin on the other hand, undid his pants, climbing back on the, letting his cock free. He stroked it a few times, tapping the side of your face as jeno fucked into you. “Come on princess, nana needs you too.” He slapped his cock against your lips. “Open your lips for nana.” You parted your lips allowing him to slip his cock into your mouth, groaning as you bobbed your head along his shaft. “There you, suck my cock.”

Jeno kept rocking into you, his balls slapping against your clit, his hands gripping your ass as his roughly fucked you. “Look at the slut, played so hard to get, only to be drooling like a whore filled with her best friends' cocks.” Jeno slapped your ass, pushing you further on jaemins cock. “Fuck her mouth is fuck magical, m’gonna cum.” Jaemin groaned.

“Want you to swallow my cum, can you be a good girl and swallow for me?” you nodded his cock still in your mouth, he pushed your head down, grunted as you felt his cum fill your mouth. “Fuck!” he groaned, emptying his load into your mouth. “Swallow love.” You obeyed, poking your tongue out. “Good girl.”

Jeno pushed your hips down in an arch, fucking into you. “Fu-fuck i’m about to fill this cunt.” He grunted. “Pl-please.” You finally got to speak, your voice horse. “Please cum inside me.” He slapped your ass, fucking into you so rough, the headboard slapped against the wall. “jesus jeno.” Jaemin said. “You’re gonna break her poor cunt.”

“N-nah, she likes this -fuck- she likes being treated like nothing but a hole.” He cursed. “isn’t that right, tell jaemin how much of a slut you are.” He said. “I-i’m such a -fuck- s-such a slut.” You moaned out. “See -fuck- i’m about to cum.” He groaned. “Jeno!” you screamed. “jeno i’m gonna cum!”

“Fucking cum.” He growled, you screamed, legs shaking as you came, he thrusted once, twice and a third time before he came into your waiting hole, you sighed feeling his warm seed enter your womb. “Fuck.” He pulled out, watching the cum leak from your cunt. “Keep it in there, I want jaemin to fuck it deeper into you.”

He climbed from behind you, jaemin taking his place. “let’s lay you on your back princess, I know he probably did a number on you.” He was much softer than jeno. “Look at you all laid out all pretty for nana, you want nana’s cock, don’t you?” you nodded, your eyes were practically closed. “You sure you can handle it baby, you’ve been cumming practically all day today.”

You whined, reaching for his cock, stroking it. “Please, please nana.” You begged. “wan’ it so bad.” You spoke. “And you want me to believe she’s not a slut, she’s cum five times today, yet she’s still begging for cock.” Jeno scoffed, your pussy clenched. “But she’s so cute, begging for my cock.”

He pushed his tip in your cunt, you moaned. “You can have it princess.” He pushed his whole cock in, you moaned. “so-so full.” You stuttered, “yeah? You full on my cock?” you nodded, “please move nana.” He wasted no time, moving his hips. “Fuck.” He groaned. “Such a nice pussy.”

Jeno grabbed your face, making you look up at him. “Come on open up.” He slapped his cock on your lips. “Take my cock into your mouth.” He pushed himself into your mouth, grunted. “Fuck yeah, such a warm fuck hole.” Jeno held your head still, using your mouth. “Just let me use your mouth.”

Jaemin in contrast to jeno softly squeezed your boob, rocking into you. “Fuck princess, your cunt is so good, so tight.” He grunted, speeding up, you moaned around jeno’s cock. “Such a good girl, letting us use you like this, been waiting and waiting to finally fuck you.” Jaemin felt his movements faltering, his cock twitching. “i’m gonna cum, you want my cum inside your pussy too.” You hummed, jeno grunted.

“i’m gonna paint your fucking face.” Jeno pulled out you moaned. “i’m gonna cum.” You screamed out, jaemin rubbed your clit, fucking into faster. “Go ahead, squirt on my cock, make a fucking mess.” You screamed, clenching tightly as you your juices squirted out, covering jaemins abs. both the guys cursed, seeing the liquid squirt out of you.

“Fuck princess i’m gonna cum -shit- i’m gonna cum in your pussy, fuck!” he moaned, a second later, his cum was also filling your hole. “that’s it, take my cum princess, it’s all yours.” You moaned.

Jeno held your face still, jerking his cock over your face. “Fuck i’m cum, i’m gonna cum all over your face.” He tugged at his cock a few times, groaning as cum spurting from his cock, coating your face. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, covering your face in his seed. “Good slut.” He tapped his cock against your lips. “Took both our cocks like a champ.”

Jaemin helped you get cleaned up, jeno cleaned up the sheets. “I didn’t take you as a squirted.” You were too tired to come back with a rebuttal. “jesus baby, we did a number on you.”

“No you did a number on her, I was soft with her.” Jaemin helped you into bed. “Awe baby, I promise i’ll fuck you much softer next time.” He said, patting the type of your head. “But don’t beg me to fuck you like a whore when it’s not hitting right.” He left to the door. “i’m going to my room.” He walked out.

Jaemin stayed in the room with you, letting you sleep on his chest soundly, until he fell asleep in your room, next to your body.

Jeno came into your room early the next morning to eat you out as an apology for going so rough.

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Giyuu Tomioka - NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

truthfully, he's feeling tired after sex. he works a lot and just wants to sink into bed. on the other hand, he really loves and cares for you. he can't sleep without making sure you're fine. if you really need it, he'll make a bath for the both of you, otherwise he'll fall asleep with you in his arms.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his hands. it's not even his favourite body part because he's so fond of them, it's because you like them. it didn't take him long to realize that you loved his hands, even though they're rough from all the years of swordsmanship. he can make you feel good with them, so he loves them.

your eyes. he loves your eyes. it doesn't matter whether they're brown, blue, green or grey. he loves the way you look at him and how your gaze can reassure him silently. he'll often stare into your eyes while you're having a passionate session.

and every plush part of your body. your breasts? he loves squeezing them. he likes resting his head on them and peppering them in kisses. your hips or thighs? he loves holding them, following the curve of your body. it's perfectly shaped and he can't help but look at them when you're wearing something pretty. your ass? it's when he puts you on his lap when he loves holding it, squeezing it and maybe even give you a little spank - just to hear you let out a cute gasp or whine.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he wants to cum inside. he swears it just feels better. your greedy insides are trying to milk him, basically begging for another creampie. he loves the squelching sounds that are created with each thrust after he filled you up.

he likes cumming on your chest and thighs too. it looks so lewd, something about the sight just gets him going.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

you were away for two weeks once and he felt so lonely. while doing the chores, he found a pair of your underwear, wide eyes staring at the article in his hand. he had soiled it with his cum before he knew it, nearly tripping as he hurriedly brought it back into the bathroom. he could never tell you that he used your panties to masturbate.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he doesn't have much experience. he didn't have family while he grew up, nor did he have friends. there was basically no one to tell him anything about intimacy. neither did he meet anyone he had romantic interest in. his first real experience came with meeting you. nevertheless, he'll know some of the basics, just from overhearing people on his missions (even though he might have not wanted that).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. if he feels especially romantic, he wants to see your face while he works you to ecstacy. he wants to hold your hands and see your lips part to let out moans and whimpers.

doggy style. he just prefers it when you're having rough sex. he can hold onto your hips and see your ass shake with each thrust. he'll be able to pull on your hair and whisper in your ear, maybe bite your shoulder. it gives him a feeling of control. at the same time, he knows you trust him with your body, he'll surely make the best of it.

cow girl. sometimes he doesn't want to think or work. he wants to escape the world and seek comfort in someone else - you. he trusts you with his pleasure, just like you do when he's in control. he loves watching you bounce on his cock, it doesn't matter which way. either he gets to touch and suck on your breasts or he can see your ass jiggle each time you take him in.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's serious. intimacy is an act of trust for him, doesn't matter if it's rough or soft. however, he'll quietly laugh with you when something embarassing happens or when one of you says something a bit too cheesy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he's not going to shave it completely. the thought of cutting himself down there terrifies him, haha. i do think he's going to trim it though, he doesn't like when his hair grows too long. he also figured it wouldn't be nice for you when you go down on him. he wants you to be comfortable, one more reason to make sure it stays short and well-kept.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

he'll definitely be romantic. he'll hold your hands and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. how could he not? you make him feel so loved, so good - he needs to make you feel loved.

sometimes you'll engage in more rough sex, that will be when he's not that romantic. it's not like he loves you less, he's just occupied grunting into your ear and marking your skin. he'll still make sure you're well taken care of.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he seldom jacked off before you entered his life, there was just too much on his mind. he still needed to do it sometimes, because his dick would literally start hurting after neglecting it for too long.

the first real pleasure he got while masturbating was when he imagined you while doing so. honestly, he felt guilty at first, but slowly learned it wouldn't hurt you to be a part of his fantasies.

after you got together, he doesn't masturbate on his own anymore. why would he? you're there to help him. however, he certainly wouldn't say no to mutual masturbation and he'll do it when he's out for a long mission.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

hair pulling. a harsh kiss while feeling his hair being pulled at? he's hard as a rock. you're probably needy and your actions show it.

praise. he can't help it, his body automatically reacts to your words. you're so sweet, he can only feel his cock twitch in response.

overstimulation. he makes sure to draw a line when it gets painful, but seeing you cry and writhe in pleasure just makes him cum two times harder. naturally, he loves getting overstimulated by you as well.

creampies. it's wet, sloppy and tight after he came inside. even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop after one round. you must feel the same, right? he can tell by the way you're clenching so much around him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

preferably the bed. it's a safe place for him and it's genuinely great if you want to try something new or bask in the old. your bed is soft, big and you can fall asleep right after.

he would still do it anywhere else in the house, it's your private place after all. no one is there to watch you and he gets shamefully turned on when he's taking you on the kitchen counter or in the shower.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

hair pulling. he doesn't like it when you actually hurt him doing so, but he enjoys the softer version of it. when you two kiss and make out, he immediately gets hard after feeling you softly tug at his hair. it feels like you need him as much as he needs you. logically, he enjoys pulling your hair as well, the same way you do it to him.

skin. it sounds weird at first, but he loves seeing and especially feeling your skin. it looks soft and every imperfection somehow makes it even more perfect. he loves touching your skin, gently rubbing it while holding you close. if you have scars, he'll gladly trace over them and tell you how how beautiful you are in his eyes. he enjoys when you touch his skin as well, if you sweetly talk about his scars, it really gets him going.

nice words and compliments. he had been alone for most of his life, he didn't receive anything nice. now his body and mind easily react to compliments. it's especially hard when he genuinely trusts the person he receives such words from.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

pain. he is not willing to truly hurt you. knifes and other dangerous objects will not come near your bed. he could never forgive himself after doing such things to your body.

if you're okay with it, he won't have a problem with spanking though. your ass jiggles so nicely under the force of his hand. but he'll make sure not to spank you too hard. he'll probably massage your skin after rough sex as well, knowing that the red marks of his hand sting a bit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he has no preference. he'll end up receiving more than he's giving though. he enjoys going down on you, but he has a problem stopping once his head is buried between your legs. he loves the sounds you make when his tongue laps against you.

however, you need to signal him when it's enough. your legs will often feel numb or tremble after he's finished. he didn't even push his cock in yet, you weren't sure if you could take more.

he'll definitely hold onto your head when you give him a blowjob. he needs to hold onto something when you suck him off, your warm mouth is just too much for him. his hips end up bucking into your mouth more often than not.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he can and will do both. slow and sensual sex is definitely something he uses to prove his love to you. he's not so good with words so he uses his body to show his affection.

fast and rough sex works like a stress relief for him. fighting demons and saving inexperienced slayers will take it's toll on him, he needs something to get it out of his system.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesn't hate them, but he would rather spend the night making real love to you. he's still ready to indulge in quickies every now and then. they're mostly going to consist of pressing you against a wall and going down on you. he likes your taste and has no problem working you to ecstasy like this. just expect him to have a real sex session once he has the time for it. he gets unbelievably hard from seeing you get off.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's not that risky himself, not because he doesn't want to initiate something, but because he's happy with your sex life. nevertheless, he's up for experiments, if you want to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he's a hashira, he definitely has more stamina than you and he'll use it too. one round has to last at least 30 minutes, otherwise he'll not be satisfied.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn't own any. he didn't have the time to inform himself about toys either. if you have toys, he's willing to try them on you.

if you buy toys for him, he needs a bit encouragement from you. he had never used them before after all and the pretty cockring you brought home one day made him nervous.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's not teasing you often. he enjoys introducing you to real pleasure. stopping before you could orgasm just didn't feel right to him.

he'll tease you during foreplay though. he knows it makes you more needy when he takes his time and that's exactly how he likes it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

sometimes he's really quiet, especially at the start of your relationship. he's insecure about the sounds he makes. are they not manly enough? will you laugh if a whimper escapes him? it resulted in quiet panting and grunting until he's really close.

on the other hand, he can get really loud. the quiet pants won't go away, but are now accompanied by breathy moans and sometimes even whines or whimpers. he'll feel shy about it at first, but when you tell him how much they turn you on, he gets more relaxed about them.

he'll always be more vocal when he's reaching his climax. it's because his brain literally short-circuits when he's feeling so close. "c- cumming.. 'm gonna cum. gonna cum..!" or chants of your name are the most common things he'll say.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he uses total concentration breathing when he tops you. however, when he suddenly used a form of water breathing on you and you instantly came, he couldn't hide his surprise nor the new wave of lust washing over him. luckily, there were a few more forms he needed to try out.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

hear me out, i often read about him being packing, but i think he's just a bit above the average male. he probably has a decent girth and i would think he's 6,4, but that certainly doesn't ruin the experience. he definitely knows just how to make use of it and how he has to move to make is especially good for you.

furthermore, he has a pretty tip. it has the prettiest shade of pink and often leaks precum. it's your fault, he just feels so needy when you're there.

there is a vein popping out on the side of his shaft. it's long and you can feel it when he's plunged deep inside you. another one is located on the back of his dick, it's smaller than the other vein.

his cock has a slight curve upwards, which he honestly didn't even noticed until you told him during a blowjob once. now he can't unsee it and gets red every time he thinks about it a bit too much.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i imagine him to have a pretty modest sex drive. from a scale of 1 to 10 it would probably be a 7. however, since he is portrayed as a rather lonely person, he fully neglected that aspect of his life for a long time. as a result, his sex drive basically feels non-existent to him, though it still is there.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It really depends on how he's feeling right now. if he's rather affectionate, he'll stay up and either talk with you or watch you sleep. if he's had a long day and his eyes threaten to fall shut any moment, he'll fall asleep as soon as he's sure you're going to be fine.

#kimetsu no yaiba smut #giyuu smut #giyuu tomioka #demon slayer giyuu #giyuu x reader #smut #tomioka smut

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Secrets Kept From Him Ran Haitani x Fem Reader Chapter 1: Secrets WC: 3.5K+ Resident: @enchantedforest-networkTW: Past relationship with Ran, Disappearing, Slight Suggestive Themes, Angst, Drinking, Suggestive Language, Secret Child He Doesn't Know About (unedited) MINOR DNI 18+

‘I promised to be by your side’ for years this phrase would haunt Ran in his sleep. His eyes opened up in the darkness of the room. He turned his head to the

side to see the woman he picked up for the night who was fast asleep. It just didn’t feel right no matter how many girls he brought home, nothing felt complete. To be exact no one could replace you. 5 years had passed by without a sign of where you left. He had tried to track you down when you first left. Trying to get a hold of family members, friends even trying to find connections to search for you. But each time there was a lead it was a dead end. ‘Why do I keep doing this to myself… they are not the same’ he sighed. He was doing this to himself, comparing each woman with you. Behind his smile only his brother could see that he wasn’t happy. The following morning Ran was still charming as he called a cab for his late night friend to be picked up. “Thanks for last night, I'll give you a call sometime.” flashing a smile seeing the woman get into the cab as it began to travel down the road. The smile on his face faded, his hands placed in his pockets as he went into his home.

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“We just got in…no we are heading there right now…” you sat in the back of the private car as you were on the phone, you were looking through the windows, it's been years since you've been in Tokyo. It still looked the same. The bit of nostalgia hitting you as you passed by some familiar buildings. “Hey listen I will call you later tonight and keep you updated.. Okay… okay bye.” you hung up the phone. “Everything is so big over here!” your daughter looked out from her booster seat. “You used to live here right mommy?” her violet eyes looked over at you. “Yeah before you were born.” softly smiled as you ran your fingers through her long soft locks.

You left Tokyo when you found out you were a few weeks pregnant. Ran didn’t know about the baby. It did worry you when finding out about your pregnancy, you were scared shitless. Ran coming home sometimes covered in blood, you had expressed your concerns for his safety many times. He would simply say ‘you don’t need to worry about a thing my love.’ but it worries you every single time. You worried you would get a call about a deal going south and he wouldn’t make it or if someone found out about you or your guy's baby you wouldn’t know what this person might do. You couldn’t take that risk, you needed to protect yourself and your baby.

It hurt you to leave him the way you did without any notice nor telling him where you were going. The days passed into months and your daughter was brought into the world. Along with trying to figure out how to be a mother you were dealing with your own anxiety. Looking at her growing each day she inherited Ran’s looks. You had a little piece of Ran with you. You wanted to give your daughter the opportunity to grow up in Tokyo and enjoy it like you did as a child. “We should be arriving at our new home tomorrow sweetheart.” you spoke. You bought a home on the other side of Tokyo avoiding some of the places you and Ran would visit. He was a creature of comfort he would usually stick to the places he was familiar with. The home would have all your belongings by the end of the day today. You were going to stay in one of the Hotels that had great reviews online. It was fairly new as well. Still in the back of your mind wondering what would happen if you would have run into him by accident or his brother… You wouldn’t know what you would do. Your mind would play thousands of possible scenarios from him being happy, to being betrayed and upset with you.

“Mommy we are here!” your daughter exclaimed as the car stopped in front of the Hotel. “Great lets put our stuff in the hotel and do a bit of sightseeing before it gets late.” opening the car door.

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“Ran, are you paying attention?” Rindou called out to his brother who was spaced out.

“Hmmm oh yeah, what time do we have to meet up with them again?” They were in the car going to the destination meeting some possible clients for the club. One being a heiress of a prestigious alcohol company. Ran knew what he exactly had to do to get this contract with her. Even if it meant he had to sleep with her. “Seriously you cannot mess this up. If we can reduce the cost of this we are golden.” Rin looked over at his brother. “I know. Why don’t I just sleep with the bimbo first then you talk to her about contracts, she wouldn’t be able to process the quote we give her without thinking about events that happened before that.” Ran suggested giving a smirk. His brother let out a deep sigh pinching the bridge of his nose “You have that full confidence in you by all means have at it. Might leave this to you right now then come back later on.” As the car pulled up to the hotel. Ran pulled up a photo of the heiress to make sure he wouldn’t mistake her for anyone else. He studied her features, making him woo her easily. He did look different from the last time you saw him. His hair was styled differently and wear a nice suit. You and your daughter were exiting out to the lobby. Your attention was on your daughter as she was happily talking to you as you held her hand.In this brief moment your paths crossed with his but both were too busy in your own worlds to notice each other at that moment. A faint smell of a familiar cologne hit your nostril for a moment. Looking up for a moment you were passing a group of gentlemen thinking it was one of them wearing the cologne Ran used to wear. You refocused your attention on your daughter.

Ran would be heading to the bar of the hotel where he is greeted by the striking beauty who was waiting for him. “Ms. Yamaguchi, I'm glad you were able to make it on such short notice.” Ran smiled as reaching for her hand kissing the back of it. “You do look lovely tonight. I’m Ran Haitani.” “Lovely to meet you Ran. They told me you were handsome but not so charming as well.” she looked at him with a sultry look. “You have a brother as well Rindou if I remember correctly… where is here tonight?” She looked towards the doorway. “He had to take care of some things at the club. I guess in the meantime while we wait, we can get to know each other? Can I buy you a drink?” the smile that no woman could resist. She gladly accepted his offer. It would only take him an hour to end up in her hotel room.

Few hours would pass as you made your way back to the hotel with your daughter along with someone you trusted since the day you left. “We are glad you will join us for dinner tonight. I made reservations.” you smiled. Looking over at your aunt who you kept in contact with.

“I'm glad to be finally seeing you both in a while. For a chance you both get to visit me for once.” she chuckled while walking into the hotel lobby. Your aunt never met Ran before, only had heard about him from the stories you would tell her. She did suggest telling him the minutes you gave birth to your daughter but she respected your choices on why you didn’t.

When you pressed the elevator button you waited patiently. You saw something on your daughter's face. Kneeling down,facing away from the elevator cleaning her cheek. On the other side of the elevator coming down, Ran was focused on the lovely Ms. Yamaguchi. Her hands draped around his neck. As she playfully talked to him. “I never had a client take such good care of me.” her finger tips touching his lips. “Well there will be more if you like later on.” he was leaning in before the elevator stopped. They were on the lobby floor. When opening the door they saw a mom kneeling down with her back toward them, seeming to be cleaning her daughter's face accompanied by an elderly lady. Ran smiled as he exited the elevator. He noticed the little girl and thought she was adorable. Her eye color was similar to his own; he didn't really pay mind to all the details of the girl but her eyes. They made their way towards the bar where Rindou was. They heard the little girls say “mommy lets get in the elevator!” “Okay okay let's hurry in.” you chuckled. From that distance Ran heard the familiar voice that stopped him for a moment. When his head turned around he was able to get a look of the mom who was standing up. From a side view his heart dropped seeing you. He watched you holding onto the little girl's hand entering the elevator. “Ran dear everything alright?” Ms. Yamaguchi asked when Ran seemed to pause for a moment. He couldn’t just move seeing that you were here in the hotel he was at. He needed to talk to you. Ran composing himself quickly he turned his attention back to Ms. Yamaguchi. “Yes of course I thought I knew someone. But shall we meet up with my brother?” he asked, covering his issues with a smile. During the discussion between Ms. Yamaguchi and Rindou , Ran wasn’t paying attention. His mind was focusing on other things. His past love being here and trying to figure out what his next move would be. He could wait in the lobby till you came down again. Rindou would look at his brother's direction seeing he was preoccupied in thoughts. “Ran… Ran.” Rindou called out.

“Hmm I’m sorry what is happening?” he asked.

“Must be still a little dazed and confused because of our private discussion earlier.” Ms. Yamaguchi smiled. “We were going over the quantity and price range.” Rindou spoke. “We agreed on this number.” Rindou pulls out a small notepad along with a pen jotting down the number and handing it to Ms. Yamaguchi.

She looked at the number. “I think we can make this work. Your brother can be very convincing ya know. I will have the contracts ready by tomorrow for both of you to sign.” She picked up her drink while taking a sip. The next thing she knew she had her phone ring. “Hello yes…Well I'm in the middle of something right now. I left you in charge for one minute and you decided to screw things up.” she sighed she brought the phone away from her ear “I do apologize gentlemen but something needs my attention. I will have my assistant send over the contracts in the morning. If you will excuse me I need to take care of this.” She got up from the seat walking away. Rindou looked at his brother “What the hell is going on with you?” “What if I told you about someone from the past staying in this hotel right now.” Ran gave his brother a side glance bringing his drink to his lips. “Can you confirm they are here?” Rin leaned back in his chair. “She is here, I saw her. She still looked the same, just like I remember.” Ran spoke. “There is something else too.. She had some company with her” “Company you say? Who’s the guy?” he asked. Rin was already prepared to make something look like an accident waiting for his brother to describe the guy you might be with. “It wasn’t a guy…. It was a little girl and some older woman I’ve never seen before.” Ran began to remember the child feature more. The pretty violet eyes that resembled his, the child that looked no older than 4 or 5. “I need to talk to her more before assuming something… Listen, she will eventually come down. I wanna talk to her.” ~~~~~~ Fixing your daughter's hair you had her in a pretty purple dress. “You look great sweetie.” holding her hands. “You do too mommy.” her small hands cupping your cheeks as she gave your eskimo kisses. “You guys ready?” you asked your daughter and aunt. “Ready!” they both exclaimed. Walking out of the room. Getting into the main lobby you headed to the area where the restaurant was.

Rindou wanted to see if Ran really saw the woman from his brother's past. He was casually sitting in the lobby looking at his phone each time the elevator opened and his eyes were on the elevator. His eyes focused on you when you stepped out with your daughter and aunt. He was in a bit of disbelief seeing you. Picking up his phone. “Hey you were right…. She is heading towards the restaurant.. Just one thing don’t act like an idiot just-” the phone was cut off “son of a .” he grit his teeth. He didn’t want his brother to do anything drastic infront of people. Ran was already at the restaurant. He had a seat in the corner where the bar stand was. Just a minute later after hanging up with Rin. He saw the group of three arriving at the check in. The server shows you to your table. The more he watched you the more he wanted to walk up to the table and talk to you. Hearing the small giggles coming from your daughter his heart was breaking. There was no doubt that was his little girl. It was like a little replica of him as a child. He wasn’t a part of yours and her life. He wanted to get a better view of you both. Still questioning who the lady was you were with. He was by the walkway in the corner where it lead to the kitchen he leaned on the rail. Your daughter was looking around the restaurant amazed by how beautiful everything was. “Mommy look at the big fishes in the tank!” she pointed to the large aquarium-like tank behind them. “ I know they are big fishes.” you watched the fish swimming peacefully. Your daughter's eyes are still roaming around. She happened to glance at a table where she saw a family sitting. She didn’t know who her dad was, she had asked about him but you kept it very short with the answers. Excuses of daddy being very busy with work. She watched as the dad interacted with his children, making them laugh. Ran saw her looking over at the table and her smile disappeared for a moment. You caught onto seeing your daughter frown on her face. “You okay sweetheart?” you asked her. “Mommy, will I ever get to meet my daddy? At my old school I would see daddy’s pick up their kids from school and the kids would do all these things with their daddy’s… I just…” she stopped her sentence and looked down fidgeting with her hands. Your aunt looked over at you, after hearing what your daughter said. She had told you many times and now your daughter was asking about her father. “ I know, baby.” you cupping her face lifting her cheeks up to look at you. Just this statement was killing you so much. She was suffering not knowing who her father was. “You will meet him one day.. I promise.” you smiled, kissing her forehead. “Why do we get something sweet after dinner? I will let you choose something from the menu.” you wanted to see that smile appear on her face. “Really?” her eyes brighten up. “That sounds like a good idea now. Why don’t I help you choose Sweetie?” your aunt suggested to your daughter who happily scooted closer to her as they both looked at the menu.

Picking up your wine glass you sipped on your wine. You started to realize how many families were in the restaurant. Your eyes began to wander around the restaurant to see some happy couple and families enjoying their meal. When your eyes reached the corner of the room they didn’t move when they landed on him. His distinct violet eyes appear back at you, even though he had a new hairstyle. He was there looking back at you, the eye contact didn’t break for a second. The moment your eyes looked away was when your daughter caught your attention. “Mommy I want this one!” She brought the menu close to you to show you the item she wanted.

“That does look like a yummy treat, sweetie.” you smile. You took a quick glance back at the corner where Ran was standing and he was gone. “Mommy is gonna go to the bathroom really fast okay? Behave for your aunt for me?” turning your attention back to your daughter. Your daughter nodded promising she would behave for you.

You got up from the booth and made your way to the corner of the restaurant. You couldn’t believe your feet were walking toward his direction. Your heart was pounding against your chest, as you approached closer. When you reached the area you saw an empty hallway. Walking down the empty hallway you saw the different paths to the hotel. You were looking down at the hallway but no sight of him. The quicker you were looking down the aisle when you felt someone grabbing your hand pulling you into an aisle of where rows of doors continue down the long hallway. The smell of his YSL cologne hit your nostrils, the hypnotizing violet eyes were close. It didn’t take long or Ran’s slender arm to wrap around your pulling you closer to his body. His other hand caressing your cheek as he brought you to his chest in a tight embrace. His head is buried in the top of your head taking a deep inhale of your scent. “____.” he whispered your name. It didn’t take much longer until you found yourself holding him. His embrace was just like you remembered, and how much you missed every moment of it. “I missed you…”

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"The Lost Queen"- Chapter 3

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: A magical incident causes Azriel to unexpectedly tumble through a portal into modern-day Earth. Confused and injured, he is discovered by a compassionate human woman with a hidden past. She takes care of him and helps him discover the complexities of the modern world, completely unaware of who she truly is. Meanwhile, Azriel struggles with his conflicting desires: his duty to the Night Court and his growing love for the woman who saved him.

Their journey unfolds amidst ancient prophecies and the looming threat in Prythian. As they uncover the truth about forces conspiring against them, they must confront their deepest fears and make choices that will change their lives and the world forever.

Warnings: language, az is still going through it but he's gonna get better, more slight mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 9.1k

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a/n: i laughed waaaay too much writing this chapter... i also want to say thank you for the kind comments about this series! they truly make me smile so big.

Enjoy!

Tell the male from Prythian that I saw him fall through the portal.

Those haunting words still echoed in your head as you walked out of the bathroom. After the woman, Serena Rousseau, had given you an address and a time to meet, the call ended.

You felt as if your whole world had shifted. Your bedroom suddenly felt too small, your scrubs too tight. You fought to keep your heart rate calm as you stood there, feeling utterly out of place.

Prythian… it was like an answer to a question you had been asking your entire life. It unlocked something in your chest, and you forced yourself to take deep breaths as the world started to spin off its axis.

Azriel’s low voice brought you back to the present. “Are we going to the doctor now?” He was still lying in the same position on the bed, his hands laced gracefully across his stomach. He turned his head to the side to look at you, his hazel eyes shining in the lamplight.

You braced your hand against the doorframe, feeling as if the floor was moving beneath your feet. “There’s been a change of plans,” you mumbled. After a deep breath, you pushed away, walking toward him. “I just got a phone call.”

His face contorted in confusion. “I don’t know what that is.”

Of course he doesn’t.

You walked over to the bed, reclaiming your previous spot beside him. Though you stared at the wall above his head, you could feel his eyes on you. “Where are you from?” You turned to meet his gaze, not missing the wariness in his eyes. “Really.”

He shook his head, his eyes moving to stare at the wall behind you. “Why are you asking me this?” His words were careful. Guarded.

There’s something this guy isn’t telling you.

“A woman called me. Serena Rousseau is her name.” You dared to place a hand on his bicep, squeezing slightly. His skin beneath your palm was warm, and you bit the inside of your cheek at the feeling of the strong muscle beneath your fingers. “She said she saw you fall through a portal. And that you are from a place called Prythian.” You lowered your eyes to meet his, and you sucked in a breath at the fire in his gaze. You felt something charged rush through the room, and your skill prickled with goosebumps.

“What do you know about Prythian?” he asked, his voice so low you could barely him. “What did this woman say on the… phone call.” His tongue faltered slightly as he said the words, his strange accent standing out.

Hand still on his arm, you leaned forward. This close, you could smell his masculine scent underneath the grime he was covered in. Something woodsy and deep, with the underlying fragrance of cedar. “She said to tell the male from Prythian that she saw you fall through a portal.” Your clipped words dripped with disbelief.

Just saying them out loud sounded ridiculous. Surely, you were still dreaming. None of this was real. You just needed to lay off the melatonin before you went to sleep.

Azriel blinked and pulled his arm free from your grasp. “We need to go see her. Now.” He braced his hands against the mattress and pushed, his neck muscles straining from the effort. “Mother above,” he groaned as he sat up.

“No!” you exclaimed, moving to push him back down on the bed. “You’re injured. You need to be still, or you could hurt yourself more.” You pushed down on his chest, planting your hands against his pectorals.

But he was faster… and stronger. He managed to sit up, pushing himself back against the headboard. He was a little breathless as he said, “I’m fine. I heal fast.” He looked down, examining his body with squinted eyes. “Though, I should be healing faster…”

You shook your head at him, eyes wide. “I don’t care how fast you heal. Your broken ribs should take at least three weeks to fully heal.” You looked him over, running your eyes along his body, searching for any sign of the pain he should be in. When your eyes reached his ankle, which had earlier been swollen and mottled with shades of purple and blue, a gasp escaped your lips.

Now… it looked as if nothing had happened. His skin was clear, the swelling gone down, and you wondered if you had imagined it.

“What the hell?” you ask, your voice full of wonder. You knew some people healed faster than others, depending on how healthy and fit they were. But you had never seen anything like this.

“Give me your hand,” he murmured in that deep voice of his. “Let me show you.”

Reluctantly, you offered him your hand, not bothering to hide how much it was shaking. He took it in his scarred one, his grasp strong and warm. You could feel the ridges of those scars under your fingertips, and you had the strange urge to know what they felt like on your body, your lips.

He gently placed your hand on the side of his ribcage and pressed it in firmly. Only a few hours ago, you had felt his bones protruding out, painfully out of place. Now, as you pressed down, the smooth, unbroken surface of his bones met your fingers. They were sturdy and aligned, as if they had never been fractured.

You recoiled, pulling your hand away as if he had shocked you. “What the hell?” you ask again, your voice quivering with shock and awe. “What are you?”

“I’ll explain later,” he said as he moved again, throwing his long legs off the side of the bed. “We need to go see that woman right now.” You watched in stunned silence as he stood, preparing to catch him if he fell. He swayed on his feet, but he recovered, planting them onto the floor.

He reminded you of the warriors you had read about in your beloved fantasy novels, preparing to charge into battle. He had a look of sheer determination and resolve on his face as righted himself, his expression guarded as he moved.

“How do you heal so fast?” you asked, standing from the bed, unable to move on from that fact. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

For the first time since you met Azriel, he offered you a crooked smile. “Would you believe me if I said you’re just that good?”

“Not for a second,” you responded, placing your hands on your hips. You wouldn’t back down, and you would get the answers you wanted. “How?” You raised an eyebrow at him as a silent demand.

He sighed, a sound of the long-suffering. “You’re a demanding little human, aren’t you?”

Your hands slid from your hips as you took a step back. “What? Are you not human?”

“Later,” he commanded, and the tone of his voice held no room for argument. “Take me to the woman.”

For the first time in your life, you decided to give it a rest. But you would get the answers you wanted. Eventually. “Lucky for you, she gave me an address and a time.” You looked over at the clock on your nightstand. “We have to be there in thirty minutes.”

“How far away is it?” Azriel asked, taking a wobbly step toward the bedroom door. He stuck a hand out to steady himself against the bedframe. Slowly, he reached down, grabbed his boots you had discarded earlier in the morning, and shoved his feet into them.

You grabbed him by the arm, helping him out of the bedroom and toward the front door. “About twenty miles,” you murmured to him, focusing on not letting him fall to the ground.

Azriel stopped dead in his tracks, looking over at you with wide eyes. “Twenty miles?” he asked, anxiety etched into every feature of his beautiful face. It was almost amusing to see him so worked up. “We can’t walk twenty miles in thirty minutes!”

Despite everything going on, you let out a laugh. You laughed so hard you had to bend over to catch your breath. Once you recovered, you looked back at Azriel, fighting back more giggles at his concerned stare. “We aren’t walking. I have a car.” You grabbed the keys from the table next to the front door and wiggled them in front of his face.

“I don’t know what that is,” he groaned as you pulled him through the front door and out into the humid summer beyond.

This is going to be a long, long day.

——

It had taken you a solid ten minutes to convince Azriel to get into your small car. The whole ordeal was almost comical. At first, he stood there, arms crossed while staring at the vehicle as if it were some alien contraption. He circled it twice, kicking the tires with his feet and inspecting the mirrors, brows furrowed in concentration and confusion.

It had taken another five minutes to fit his abnormally large body into the thing. It had been an awkward, hesitant process. He tried to fit one leg in first, then the other, only to end up tangled and nearly falling out again. At one point, he gave the dashboard a skeptical look, tapping it cautiously as if expecting it to respond. His expression was a mix of anger and frustration, which only grew when he had to contort his tall frame to fit inside.

Apparently, Prythian, or wherever the hell he was from, didn’t have cars.

You were still laughing as you drove, looking down at your phone to make sure you were following the directions carefully. The fiasco with the car had made you late, so you pressed down a little on the gas pedal, not bothering to worry about the speed limit.

Azriel shifted in the passenger seat, eyes glued to the road. “How do you… operate this machine?” He placed his hands on the dashboard as you hit a pothole as if he were scared the car was going to fall apart.

With the potholes around here, it was a solid possibility.

“Relax,” you murmured soothingly to him, reaching over to place a comforting hand on his thigh. “I know what I’m doing.”

He dug his scarred fingers into the dashboard, eyes wide as he took in the buildings zooming by through the windows. “This is normal to you? It feels like we’re riding a wild beast.” He let out a garbled noise as you hit a steep curve in the road. “I feel like I’m going to be sick.”

You whipped your head to him, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Don’t you dare puke in my car, Azriel!” As you looked him over, you noticed his knuckles had gone white, his eyes clamped shut as he tried to adjust to the movement of the car. “Hey, hey. It’s alright. Try placing your head between your knees. I hear that helps with motion sickness.”

Azriel nodded, moving his head down. Well, he tried to. His knees were pushed so far up against the dashboard, there was no way in hell he was going to make it work. He looked up at you with wide eyes. “Why is this thing so small?”

You turned your eyes back to the road, watching for the street you needed to turn onto. “It’s all I can afford.”

Azriel leaned back slowly into the seat, his breathing rapid. “Distract me.”

You pursed your lips, considering what to say or do. You looked over at his hand, noting the strange black stone strapped there, fastened with a loop around his middle finger. “What’s that thing on your hand?” you asked.

He glanced down at the stone, his expression grim. “A siphon,” he explained with a strained voice. “It’s how I channel my magic.” He said the word “magic” like this was an everyday conversation for him.

You laughed softly, turning the car onto Arcane Avenue. “Magic. Right.” Once this business with this strange woman was over, you had every intention of taking the guy to a psych ward.

You were having a conversation about a magical stone with a guy who had never seen a car, and he just showed up in a bayou.

Hell, maybe you needed to join him.

Azriel glanced over at you, sensing your doubt. “You don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you…” you said, eyes scanning the surrounding area for a parking spot. “It’s just that magic isn’t real. And I think you hit your head really hard when you… fell.” You still didn’t know what had happened.

It seemed he didn’t know, either.

“Whatever,” he mumbled, turning his head to look out the window. The buildings of the French Quarter towered above the car, their balconies adorned with intricate ironwork and vines. He looked at the streets and people with wide eyes. “Where are we?” he asked, his voice filled with something like wonder.

“The French Quarter,” you explained, pulling the car off the street to squeeze it between two others. “It’s one of the oldest and most iconic neighborhoods in the city.” You gestured to the various establishments lining the streets. “It has everything, really. Bars, music, vices-“

Azriel’s dark brows shot up in surprise. He turned to you, his eyes full of amusement. “Vices? What do you mean?”

You chuckled as you undid your seatbelt and opened the car door. “It’s lively and vibrant, but sometimes it gets a little… wild.”

Azriel hummed as he got out of the car, fumbling momentarily with the seatbelt. “It’s… rather intriguing.”

The two of you walked in silence down the street, dodging the people stumbling out of the bars. Azriel took everything in with his eyes agape, glancing back and forth between the cars, drunkards, and street performers. He got particularly caught up on a gentleman doing some sort of performance with a sword.

He reached a hand out, placing it gently on your arm. His touch sent a bolt of something like electricity through your body. “Did you happen to see a black dagger around me in the water?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious. “Or on the ground?”

You kept looking at the buildings around you as you thought back to when you found him. “No,” you said at last. “It was just you.” You continued looking around, looking closely at the numbers next to each door.

“Damn it,” Azriel muttered from beside you, his tone sour.

You were about to turn to ask him more about the dagger when you saw the number you were looking for. “This is it,” you murmured to him, stopping as you took in the small building.

13 Arcane Avenue stood proudly in the heart of the French Quarter, standing out vibrantly amongst the rather dull surroundings. You looked to the shops next to it, muttering to yourself under your breath.

Azriel took a step forward, his boots stepping on some broken glass on the sidewalk. “What is it?”

“That’s strange,” you said as you looked at the number next to the door. “All of these building numbers are in the thousands, but this one is 13.” You turned to him with a wicked smile on your face. “Think it’s a bad omen?”

He squared his broad shoulders, tilting his head back to observe more of the area. “Numbers are just numbers, Y/N.”

“Not to the weirdos around here,” you responded as you started to walk up the steps that led to a bright red door.

Above it, there was a giant black sign with Serena’s Art Emporium written in bright gold letters. The exterior of the shop was adorned with vibrant, hand-painted murals depicting scenes that looked straight out of the fairy tales you read as a child. They showed majestic dragons soaring over mountains with fire pouring from their mouths. Some showed misty forests where unicorns grazed beneath a canopy of stars, and ancient-looking castles overlooking stormy seas.

You whistled softly, taking in the paintings with critical eyes. “She’s quite the artist, huh.”

Azriel straightened as he laced his hands behind his back. He was also taking in the paintings but with much less criticism. His gaze was soft, almost contemplative as he examined the various scenes. “I know a better one,” he said, and there was a distant sadness in his voice as he spoke.

The sadness in his tone startled you, so you took his arm, gesturing toward the door. “Shall we?” He nodded, and you led the rest of the way up the stone steps.

When you opened the door, a small bell tinkled throughout the empty shop, echoing along the walls. The interior was cozy, with twinkling lights hanging across the beams above. In the background, the smooth, mellow notes of jazz music drifted through the air.

The walls were filled from floor to ceiling with paintings, each piece portraying various scenes. Some of them showed modern people dancing and drinking at a Mardi Gras parade, while others illustrated more scenes from a fantasy world.

A particular painting caught your attention, and you found yourself walking toward it. The canvas depicted an ornate black throne crafted from weathered wood with intricate symbols and ancient runes. The throne itself was draped in an iridescent veil that shimmered with something that looked like starlight.

At the center of its high backrest was a crest. It had a pair of outstretched wings, meticulously carved with sleek, smooth lines, showing off the delicate membranes. Where the wings converged at the base, there was s small flame, its carved tendrils rising and intertwining with the lower parts of the wings.

Though it was a painting, you swore you could see the flames moving, as if the wings were truly on fire.

“That’s my newest one,” a voice said from behind. It was that same velvety smooth voice from the phone call. “But it’s not for sale.”

You turned to face Serena, and your breath caught in your throat as you took her in. Her tousled chestnut brown hair fell in loose waves around her heart-shaped face. She had sun-kissed brown skin with vibrant emerald green eyes that glittered in the dim lights. Her bohemian-style dress flowed around her slim body, and it had various spots of paint splattered across it. Around her neck and wrists, she had handcrafted jewelry painted in bright turquoise, orange, and red.

Azriel cleared his throat, taking a step forward to stand beside you. “We’re not here for your merchandise,” he said politely. Though his tone was warm, you couldn’t miss the intensity in his eyes as they subtly analyzed the artist.

He looked like a warrior assessing a potential threat.

Serena chuckled lowly. “Oh, I know,” she said as she used her dress to wipe some paint from her fingers. “I’m assuming Y/N relayed my message to you.” Her voice was calm, as if telling someone she saw them fall through a portal was normal.

Azriel said nothing as he nodded once, his black hair falling across his brow.

Serena clapped her slim hands together, a smile forming on her full lips. “Excellent!” she exclaimed. She turned around, heading for a black door on the other side of the shop. She gestured for the two of you to follow. “This way.”

You and Azriel followed her through the door and down a dimly lit hallway. The walls here were lined with more paintings, each one portraying a more intense scene. There were soldiers on a battlefield, slaying creatures with massive wings. Others showed human-looking people with pointed ears gathered around a bonfire in the middle of the woods.

How strange, you thought to yourself as you walked. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something… different about this woman. You looked over at Azriel to see if his face showed any sign of wariness, but his features were closed off. So closed off that the walls around you seemed to have more emotion than him.

Eventually, the hallway ended, opening up to a small art studio. There was a small desk along the far wall and some comfortable-looking chairs in the center. Serena’s art supplies were scattered throughout the room, making everything look rather unorganized and chaotic.

“Please,” Serena said at last, walking over to the coffee bar situated in the corner of the room. “Have a seat.”

You looked at Azriel, waiting to see his response. After a few moments, he took a seat, leaning back comfortably in the chair. He didn’t seem to care that he was still covered in grime, and you winced as you saw some of it stain the clean fabric. “What do you know about the portal?” he asked.

Straight to the point, then.

Serena grabbed some cups from the rack above the coffee bar. “Can I get you anything to drink? I have water, tea, coffee…” she trailed off, taking in Azriel’s rigid frame. “Bourbon.”

Azriel clenched his jaw, a sign of his anger and frustration. “Once again, we did not come here for your merchandise… or your courtesies.” He gestured to you with a hand. “Tell us what we want to know.”

Serena looked over at you, amusement flickering in her green eyes. “He’s a difficult one, isn’t he?”

You plopped down in the chair, leaning back against the soft cushions. “You have no idea,” you responded as you smirked over at Azriel.

Azriel made a noise that sounded something like a snarl. “Forget it,” he said through gritted teeth. He pushed himself out of the chair, wincing slightly. “We’ll find someone else.”

Serena faced him, all amusement gone from her pretty face. “The portal took your magic, didn’t it?” she asked, her tone smug. “It’s slowing down your healing.” As she spoke, you could hear the faint traces of her Creole accent. Something about it sounded odd, though, as if she had to force the accent to come out.

He met her eyes with a fierce glare. “What. Do. You. Know. About. The. Portal.” he said, his words full of venom. He turned his head to the side, his hazel eyes full of rage. “I can get you to talk.”

Your heart was beating rapidly as you took in the confrontation. You stood from the chair, meaning to step in and diffuse the situation, but Serena cut you off with a hand.

“I will tell you what I know, though it’s not much,” she said, walking over to take a seat in the third chair. She gestured for you and Azriel to sit down as well. “Sit. You’re making me nervous.”

She sat back, crossing her long legs as she began to speak, “I’ve seen Prythian, your world, in dreams and visions. I’ve had them since I was a little girl. They’re always foggy, and they never last long, but I’ve seen things.”

Azriel gripped the chair, his knuckles whitening. You had the sudden urge to place a hand over his to comfort him, but the angry look on his face stopped you. “I don’t believe you,” he said.

Serena gestured to the walls in the studio, all filled with different paintings. “Look around the room. Tell me what you see.”

With calculating eyes, Azriel looked around. You watched his expression carefully as it went from angry to shocked to outright livid. He stood from the chair with such force that it flipped over, sending the pillows scattering across the floor. You jumped at his sudden outburst, eyes darting over the paintings to see what had made him so angry.

They were just… paintings. Nothing more unusual than what you had already seen in the shop. One of them showed a mansion surrounded by roses and various other flowers. The mansion looked destroyed as if someone had tried to tear it down from the inside out.

Another showed a large mountain with stars above it. On the mountain, Serena had painted what looked like people with wings, fighting with swords and daggers.

The third painting you looked at was a nighttime scene, and it portrayed a city above steep, rolling hills, with a sapphire blue river winding through the center. The buildings were white, sandstone, and red, and you could see little people painted throughout, carrying on with their daily tasks.

On the bottom of the painting, there was a phrase, written in pretty calligraphy: The City of Starlight

“How the hell do you know of Velaris?” Azriel roared, stalking over to Serena. He bent down, his face mere inches from hers. “And the Spring Court? The Illyrian mountains?”

Serena leaned back in her chair, completely unphased by his outburst. “I told you. I see them in visions and dreams.”

For a moment, you thought back to how normal your life had been just twenty-four hours before. All you cared about was going to work at the hospital, paying the bills, and spending time watching your shitty reality TV shows.

Now, you were in the middle of a conversation about some foreign world you had never heard of, coming from an insane artist and a mysterious guy who washed up in the middle of the night.

Maybe you should have gotten that bottle of wine before coming here.

“Azriel,” you murmured from where you still sat, your voice soft. “Calm down. Snarling at her won’t get you the answers you want.”

“Smart girl,” Serena muttered beneath her breath. She nodded her head toward you. “You should listen to her.”

Azriel took a deep breath as he stepped back, his body shaking as he tried to calm himself. “I am sorry,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “I just- I don’t understand what happened.” He sounded defeated, his voice dropping, his strange accent thickening for a moment.

Your heart went out to him. You didn’t necessarily believe any of this nonsense, but it was clear that he did, and he was in distress about it. “Come sit by me,” you offered, reaching down to straighten his overturned chair. You pulled it next to yours as you said, “Just listen as she explains.”

Azriel took the seat, his eyes empty as he glanced at you. The dim light of the room cast long flickering shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp planes of his cheekbones and the dark circles under his eyes. “My apologies for being rude. Please explain,” he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

The artist smiled softly as she took in her paintings on the wall. “The visions are fleeting. They come in flashes, and I only see bits and pieces of the scene. That is why I paint them,” she said, gesturing to her artwork. “So I don’t forget what I saw.”

“Are you human?” Azriel asked, leaning forward slightly in his chair. “It’s strange that you’ve seen my world, while she,” he said, gesturing to you, “has no idea about it.”

Serena looked over at you, her eyes squinting slightly. “Oh, there’s more to that story, but that’s for another time.” She sighed, running her hands over the arms of the chair. “But to answer your question, yes. I am human.”

What story? You wanted to ask, but Azriel cut you off before you could respond. “How.” Not a question; a demand.

“My family comes from a long line of witches and warlocks. Voodoo priests and priestesses,” she responded, playing with a string on the arm of the chair. “At least that’s what I was told by my parents.”

“All of that is bullshit, and you know it,” you said, anger rising in your voice. You stood from the chair, ignoring Azriel’s hand grasping your wrist. “We have come to you for help. He has come to you for help, and you’re speaking nonsense.”

“Are my paintings nonsense, Azriel?” Serena drawled as she examined her paint-covered nails.

Azriel’s grip tightened on your wrist, causing you to turn to him. He gave you a soft nod as he said, “No.” He made eye contact with you again, and you felt your heart skip a beat at the softness in his gaze. “That’s my world, Y/N.”

You held his stare for a few seconds before turning away to face Serena. “What else do you know, then? Can you even help him?” Not that you believed any of this. You just wanted to get this over with so you could go home and sleep.

Maybe stop on the way home and get that wine you’ve been thinking about first.

She held up her hands, her face somber. “I don’t know how to get you home if that’s what you want to know.” Azriel opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off with a piercing stare. “But I saw you fall through the portal. It took your magic, shadows, and wings.”

Wings? Was she being serious?

“There was a strong magic at work, so strong I felt it, even when the vision ended.” She leaned forward, bracing her forearms against her legs. “There is something… dark and evil happening in Prythian, correct?”

Azriel nodded, his eyes darkening. “Yes.”

Serena nodded, her brown hair falling over her shoulders. “I’ve seen that, too. It’s poisoning the land, the magic…” she trailed off, her eyes going distant for a few seconds. She blinked rapidly, coming back to herself. “I will say, I don’t think that had anything to do with you coming here.”

“What did, then?” you ask in a clipped tone.

“I don’t know.” Her smooth voice carried a faint tremor of frustration as she spoke.

That did it. “Oh, fuck this!” you screamed, throwing your hands up in the air. You looked at Azriel, grabbing him by the arm. “Let’s go.” You started to haul him out of the chair, but you were cut off by your phone ringing. You pulled it from your pocket, your face turning white as you looked at the caller ID. “Shit. It’s my boss. I forgot to call in.”

Azriel stood up on his own, shaking off your arm. “I think we’re done here, anyway.”

You looked over at Serena, giving her the most scathing look you could muster. “Nice meeting you, I guess.” You started to head back through the hallway, but you were stopped by her silky voice.

“Wait,” she called out, rising from her chair. “Azriel, I need to talk to you.” She looked at you, her expression firm. “Alone.”

Azriel offered you a slight nod. “Go. I’ll follow you when I’m done here.”

You didn’t want to leave him alone with her. You had this strange urge to protect him from any more harm that could come his way. Something about the way she spoke and moved made it difficult for you to trust her. But your phone was still ringing, and you wanted to keep your job.

“Fine,” you retorted, starting back down the dim hallway. You moved your gaze to Azriel, giving him a wink. “Scream if she tries to murder you.”

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Azriel turned back to the artist, laughing internally at the thought of this woman trying to murder him. She was odd and peculiar, but he didn’t sense anything particularly threatening about her. It was obvious that she was telling the truth about her dreams and visions. Nobody from this odd world should know about Prythian, so he had no choice but to trust her.

If he had any hope of getting back home, at least.

“What did you wish to speak to me about?” he asked, forcing his voice to remain polite and steady. He was tired, and his body still hurt like hell. He wanted to get this over with as fast as possible.

Az still didn’t know how he could understand and speak this strange tongue. He vaguely remembered the bright light from that stone hitting him in the head, followed by the odd language. This language. It was like his brain suddenly had a built-in translator.

But honestly, being able to speak a new language was the least of his worries right now.

Serena walked toward him on light feet, her dress flowing around her. “When you fell through the portal, I heard something. Did you?” she asked, arching up an eyebrow at him.

Azriel thought back to falling through the portal, his mind whirling as he tried to remember anything other than excruciating pain.

His shadows dispersing, Truth-Teller falling from his hand, the bright light hitting him in the head, that strange language, those prophetic words being spoken to him-

“I heard words,” he said at last, meeting her amused gaze. “Something about a veil and a counterpart and… ancient blood and shadows.” The words didn’t make sense to him at all, but if this woman had heard them…

Serena pulled a piece of paper from a pocket on her dress. She held it out to him as she said, “I wrote them down. I think I got the whole thing. Can you check for me?” she asked, her voice full of innocent curiosity.

He took the paper and unfolded it, reading the words written there:

“Across the veil, in worlds apart,

A warrior's heart seeks its counterpart.

Where ancient blood and shadows meet,

The lost queen's reign, his fate shall greet.”

He read them two more times before saying, “Yes. Now that I’m reading them, I can confirm this is what I heard.” He looked up at her, meeting her intense gaze. Her eyes had darkened slightly, filled with something that looked like satisfaction. “What does this mean?”

“Again,” Serena said, lacing her hands in front of her. “I don’t know. But I will tell you this: I’ve seen Y/N in my visions and dreams. They are… foggy to say the least, but it’s her.” She paused for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next. “That’s why I called the two of you here today. I needed to verify my suspicions.”

Azriel was at a complete loss for words. Just when things start to make a little sense, it all goes to shit again. How could that human woman be tied into this?

“Can you help me at all?” he asked, his voice quiet. He wanted, no he needed to get back to Prythian. He would tear this world apart if that was what it took to accomplish that.

Serena bit her bottom lip, her eyes looking to the ground.

Because of her silence, Azriel sighed as he turned around to leave. He stopped as he heard her call out, “I do know someone who might be able to help. But she will contact you on her terms, in her own timing and way.”

He looked over his shoulder at her, not bothering to face her. His neck ached at the movement, but he ignored the pain. “What do I do until then?”

Serena let out a low chuckle that seemed to vibrate through his bones. For a brief moment, his senses pricked with unease, detecting something off about her. The warmth in her voice washed away his suspicions as she said, “In the meantime, I suggest you make yourself comfortable in this world, Azriel.”

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The journey home in the strange contraption called a car had been tense and silent. Y/N had been called into work, so she had decided it was best to take Azriel back to her home to rest.

“You’re not taking me to the doctor?” he had asked, mind still whirling from what Serena had said. How was he supposed to get comfortable here, with the mechanical beasts, loud alarm clocks, and small rectangular devices that rang? Not to mention all of the strange people, dressed in their vibrant, and somewhat revealing, clothing.

“No,” you had responded, your grip tight on the steering wheel. Your face had been a mask of quiet rage, the tips of your ears turning an adorable shade of pink. “I’ll deal with you later.” And that had ended the conversation.

The compassionate human woman was kind, he thought, but when you were pissed off, there was a hidden fire beneath your gentle features. Despite his inner turmoil, Azriel couldn’t help but be amused by the contrast, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he observed you.

As you pulled into the driveway, he let himself take in your home for the first time. It was a small white cottage, wrapped in green vines and flowers. It had a small porch that contained a table with two chairs on what looked like rails. The porch offered a good look at the water out in front of the house, with its muddy, slow-moving current.

Out of all the places in this strange world, why had he landed there?

You stopped the car in front of the house and turned to Azriel. “I’ll be back in a few hours,” you said. “Make yourself at home, I guess.” You leaned over to him and sniffed, your face grimacing. “And take a shower. You smell awful.”

Indeed, he was still wearing his torn fighting leathers, and they were covered in grime, blood, and dried sweat. Azriel grimaced himself as he murmured, “I don’t know what that is.”

You rolled your eyes, gesturing for him to get out of the car. “I don’t have time to explain. You’re a big boy. You can figure it out.” Your words were short and clipped, filled with an emotion Azriel hadn’t heard from you before.

Azriel nodded as he fought to untangle himself from the car. As he closed the door behind him, he could see the bleakness on your face through the window. He had the odd desire to get you talking, to figure out what was going on in that head of yours.

But his own desire to sit in silence and think through everything won. He numbly walked up the steps to the front door, turning around in time to see your small car turn off the driveway. He watched until you disappeared, and he felt an overwhelming wave of loneliness wash over him.

He opened the door and let your sweet scent fill his nose as he walked inside, taking in the interior for the first time. It was cozy but spacious, with hardwood floors and exposed wooden beams. The décor looked a little old, and there were various pillows and blankets scattered on the furniture.

The walls were filled with different pictures of you. They weren’t paintings, he realized. They looked extremely realistic as if someone had captured the exact moment and printed it on the canvas. Some of them were of you hiking in some mountains, while others showed you lounging on a beach with a drink in your hand. One in particular caught his attention, and he found himself walking over to it.

It was a small picture of you with a middle-aged male and female. You had this strange gown on with a square hat on the top of your head. All three of you were laughing, and the beautiful smile on your face eased something in Azriel’s chest. He wondered who the older couple was in the picture because they shared no resemblance with you.

Azriel sighed, his head dropping slightly. He leaned his head against the wall as his mind whirled. The thoughts he had been pushing down came bubbling up, rising to the forefront of his mind.

Did his family know he was here? Did they think he was dead? Were they dead?

He quickly turned around, pressing his back against the wall. He slid down as his breathing sped up, his vision narrowing. His stomach rolled as wave after wave of nausea hit him. He recalled the words that had been spoken to him earlier.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. Try placing your head between your knees.” The words you had said in that soft voice washed over him, calming him enough to follow your instructions.

With his head between his knees and his back against the wall in a strange land, Azriel breathed deeply. He thought back to the few memories in his life that brought him happiness, knowing that would center him.

Training with Cass and Rhys, faces full of smug grins and bared teeth. Helping his mother around Rosehall, listening to her soft voice as she sang a lullaby in an ancient language he didn’t understand. Family dinners with the Inner Circle. Flying over Velaris, the stars bright above him as his wings caught on the wind.

Azriel pulled his head up from between his knees, his face filling with determination. If he wanted to get back home, he had to get his shit together.

“Make myself comfortable here,” he murmured to himself with a laugh, remembering Serena’s words. It seemed that, at this point, he didn’t have a choice. So he slowly stood, muttering a prayer to the Mother for help and guidance as he did so.

He looked around the small house, trying to think of what to do while he waited for you to return. He placed his hands on his hips, spinning around in a circle as he observed more about the room. He stopped as he took in the large black square hanging on the wall in front of the couch. It must have been some kind of mirror because he could see his reflection in the glass.

He grimaced as he looked at himself. His hair was standing out in all directions, and he could see the lines of dirt and dried blood on his face. He looked down at his hands, noting the mud caked under his fingernails.

He hadn’t felt this disgusting in years.

Take a shower. You smell awful. He didn’t know what a shower was, but apparently that’s what he needed.

“A shower must be something like a bath,” he murmured to himself as he walked through the bedroom, doing his best to ignore the stains on your bedding. He distantly felt a wave of regret at the sight, and he made a mental note to figure out a way to clean it.

Azriel walked into a small adjoining room, his eyes wide as he took everything in. The counter was simple white marble, and it was filled with various bottles and brushes, all scattered haphazardly across the surface.

“She must not be one for organization,” he said, a faint smile gracing his lips. He kept looking around with curious eyes. He saw a porcelain fixture that had to be a toilet, and he was thankful that at least something here seemed straightforward and familiar.

Eventually, his gaze fell upon a glass enclosure surrounding a tile-lined floor. Inside, there was a metal fixture mounted high on the wall, as well as some metal knobs below. He hastily looked around the room, checking to see if he was missing something.

There had to be a bathtub somewhere.

No, it was only the cluttered counter, the toilet, some towels hanging on a rack… and this glass-encased monstrosity.

“Well, this has to be it, then,” he said as he cautiously pulled the handle on the glass door. He watched it swing open, his mouth opening slightly in surprise. Stepping into the enclosed space, he turned his attention to the metal knobs, reaching out a tentative hand as he turned one.

“Shit!” he yelled as waterfell like rain from the fixture on the wall, drenching him from head to toe. He scrambled back, pushing against the glass door, trying to get it to open again. He tumbled out, catching himself against the edge of the counter. Looking at his dirty reflection in the mirror, he whispered, “You can do this, Az.”

It was just fucking water.

With methodical movements, Azriel peeled off his leathers, throwing them onto the floor with a loud plop. He removed his empty siphons, ignoring the slight pang in his heart as he did so. He had no use for them now.

He went back through the motions again, opening to door to step inside. He yelped as the freezing cold water hit his skin, causing him to throw himself against the tile wall.

“How in the hell do these people do this?” he groaned, trying to think of some sort of solution. After pondering for a few moments, he came up with nothing, so he steeled himself, preparing to lock the pain away.

Without thinking it through, he grabbed a bottle of liquid on one of the shelves. He poured some into his hand, the sweet smell wafting to his nose. Vanilla and jasmine, just like you. He quickly went to work rubbing it all over his body, paying special attention to his face and hair.

For a few moments, Az watched the dirt and blood flow down the drain with the water, never to be seen again. “How convenient,” he said to himself. Looking back up at the fixture on the wall, he bit his lip as he threw himself under the water stream. He quickly rinsed himself, even though it felt like his skin was being pelted by a thousand tiny needles.

After turning the knob in the opposite direction, he got out and dried himself with one of the towels hanging on the rack. Azriel wrapped it around his waist and turned to the mirror to look at himself.

His ribs were healed, but there was a deep purple bruise on his side that was tender to the touch. There were strange cuts along his chest and stomach, and he vaguely recalled the feeling of his skin being shredded as he was ripped from his world.

Azriel took a deep breath and turned around, afraid to look at his back where his wings should be. He slowly turned his head, gasping loudly as he saw the smooth brown skin on his back. It truly looked like his wings had never been there.

But now that he could focus on something other than pain, he could almost feel the sensation of them, as if they were there but invisible. The distant feeling of the connecting tendons along his spine and shoulders was proof of their existence, even if he couldn’t see them with his own eyes.

He focused, letting his mind wander deep into that well inside of himself from which his magic flowed. Under his skin, he could still sense the remnants of his magic, but it was like trying to grab fog in his palm. It was there, lurking in his veins, but it was muted. Dimmed.

With a groan, Azriel forced himself away from the mirror, unable to let himself think of what he had become. Who was he without his magic, his shadows? His whole identity was defined by his ability to slaughter, kill, and torture. He was more spymaster and shadowsinger than he was Azriel on most days, and he felt as if some core part of him had been suddenly ripped away.

He walked back into the bedroom, stopping once a horrifying realization dawned on him: he didn’t have any clothes. His leathers were torn and disgusting, and the portal that threw him here hadn’t been kind enough to send him an overnight bag for the journey.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Azriel muttered, rubbing his face in his hands. He sat down on the bed, staring at the wall with vacant eyes. He forced himself to turn his thoughts off, willing his brain into that warrior focus that had carried him through countless battles and risky missions.

Breathe. In. Out. Repeat.

Azriel sat on the bed as still as a rock as the sky outside grew darker, casting the room into blackness. He jumped as he heard a car door slam, followed by light footsteps on the stairs. “Oh, gods. Please no.” He couldn’t let you see him like this.

The front door opened, and Azriel’s heart stuttered as he heard you call out, “Azriel. I’m home.” Your voice no longer carried the anger from earlier. Now, it was just distant and empty, and he could hear the weariness in your tone.

He didn’t respond as he tried to focus on the shadows lurking in the dark corners of the room, willing them to cover him. Only silence followed, and Azriel cursed his entire existence as he sat on the bed.

“Azriel?” you asked again, worry filling your sweet voice. “I swear to God, if you are ignoring me, I will find you and break your ribs again.” The tone in which you threatened him reminded him of a wildfire, your voice untamed and adorably ferocious.

You were a feisty little human.

No point in hiding from her, Az thought to himself as he stood from the bed. He had nowhere to go, and this house wasn’t big enough to hide in, anyway. “Calm down. I’m right here,” he said as he walked into the living room.

You stood next to the couch, still dressed in that cobalt blue outfit. Your hair was a mess, as if you had been running your fingers through it, and your face looked tired, the dark circles under your eyes prominent. As you took in his almost naked form, your eyes widened, not bothering to hide their wandering trail up and down his body.

Despite the embarrassment he was feeling, Azriel felt a little smug at the sight of the small blush creeping onto your cheeks. He cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. “How was work?” He still didn’t know exactly what you did for your job, and he silently cursed himself for not asking.

Oh well. He had bigger things to worry about right now.

You gulped, your throat bobbing with the action. “Good, good.” Your eyes had stopped on his stomach, your mouth opening slightly at the sight of his muscles there. “It was a… hard day.”

Azriel hummed as he noticed a bag in your hand. “What is that?” he asked, taking a step forward. He placed a hand on the towel to make sure it didn’t crumple to the floor.

“Clothes. For you,” you said, your eyes finally meeting his. You held the bag out to him with a shaking hand. “I hope they’re the right size.”

Something in his chest warmed at the sincerity of the gesture. “You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured, taking the bag from your grasp.

You chuckled, waving a hand toward his body. “Oh, I think I did.”

Azriel didn’t know what to say, so he started to take the clothes out of the bag, examining each item. They were plain and simple: a few pairs of black pants and soft shirts. Exactly his style, or at least what he assumed his style would be if he were from here.

“Um,” you murmured, breaking the awkward silence. “Everything that Serena said is real, isn’t it?” Your eyes were full of nervousness, and your fingers were fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt. “You- you’re really not from this world?”

Azriel was shocked, not knowing what to say. So, he only nodded.

“I mean, it makes sense the more I think about it. Your clothes, your accent… you’ve never seen a car or a phone.” You started pacing in front of him, your breathing rapid. “Those paintings. That’s where you’re from?”

He wondered what had caused you to come to the conclusion. “Yes. That is Prythian. My world.” He didn’t even know how to begin explaining it to you. He didn’t know if it was safe. The secrets and dangers of his home were not something he wanted to expose you to.

You were… kind and compassionate. There was something gentle about your demeanor, a warmth that spread throughout his body, thawing his cold bones and touching his lost soul.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you had steel beneath your skin, a core of resolve that was masked by your gentleness. It was as if beneath the softness there lay a strength, tempered and resilient, ready to emerge when needed.

Your eyes bore into his with such an intensity, he could have sworn he saw fire in them. “Tell me everything. If you want me to help you, I need to know.” You took a step toward him, placing your palm on his tattooed chest. Your hand was warm against his skin, and he had to fight the urge to place his over it. “I deserve to know.”

Azriel bit the inside of his cheek, suppressing the sudden desire to cradle your face in his palm. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your expression tender. For a moment, the world stilled as you looked at him with those beautiful eyes, trusting and hopeful, yet full of an intensity that made his heart race. He wanted to tell you everything about him. He didn’t want to face this, whatever this was, alone.

The realization shocked him; he had always faced his problems by himself, not wanting to burden anyone else with his issues and trauma. But with you…

Azriel shook himself from those thoughts, forcing himself to return to the present. You needed to know what Serena had said about her visions, about seeing you in them. You deserved to know that first.

“I will tell you,” he murmured, tilting his head to the side. He found himself caught up in the way your lips parted slightly, the way your nose curved down elegantly. His eyes lingered, capturing the delicate details of your face. “But first I need to tell you what the artist said. She said-“

Az had been so caught up in the conversation, in you, that he hadn’t heard another car pull into the driveway. He hadn’t heard the footsteps on the stairs or the laughter of the people outside.

The front door flew open, revealing the frame of a man and woman. The same man and woman from the picture on the wall, Azriel realized.

The man was holding a plastic-looking bag, and the woman held a colorful box in her arms that had the smell of garlic and herbs coming from it.

“Y/N!” the woman exclaimed, her gentle face lighting up for a moment. That gentleness turned to shock as she looked at Azriel, still wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist. “Oh, we didn’t know you had company tonight.”

Azriel stepped back quickly, his hand tightening his grip on the towel. The last thing he needed to happen was for it to fall off. “Who are they?” he asked you, unable to hide the embarrassment in his voice.

You groaned quietly as you turned away from him to face the couple. “My parents.”

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fiery embers

pairing - vampire!wriothesley x reader

genre - VERY suggestive fluff.

summary - one dark night, you take refuge in a seemingly abandoned castle which, unbeknownst to you, houses a vampire.

cw!: suggestive, mentions of blood, wrio kinda uh bites you several times, reader is implied to be a little drunk

note - holy cow I am so sorry I took so long to write this, I was kinda busy with hw and a couple bdays so uh yeah 😭 I also feel like this can be applied to blade + maybe dainsleif?? sort of dark n brooding characters lmao-

And as always, thank you for reading :))

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Your feet had never felt so sore before in your life as you approached your (hopefully) saving grace. It was a giant castle in the middle of the woods, with craggy black trees surrounding it on all sides - you were in the middle of a forest, after all. Sure, it seemed creepy and probably abandoned, but what were you gonna do when you have no other choice? Sleep outside, on the bare ground? No way. At least you could see a glimmer of orange light coming from one of the ground floor windows, most likely a fireplace. Ah, you were already imagining warming your frigid fingers by the flame...

Just a little more to go. Just a little, y/n, come on.

You shivered, your breath escaping your lips in puffs of mist as you approached the tall oak front doors. They were surrounded on both sides by crimson roses, their petals darker than any roses you've ever seen before, and their thorns were much sharper and longer. You paid them little mind as you pushed on the wood with your palm.

To your surprise, a door creaked open rather easily, and you entered the dark building with caution. When you turned back around, closing the door, you sensed heat coming from an adjacent room - thank God you weren't imagining things when you saw that flickering in one of the windows.

Hurrying over through a dark corridor to the room to the right of you, you arrived at a dim, and quite dusty, library. It was much larger than the bookshop in your village - bookshelves rose all the way up to a tall ceiling, and all of them were completely filled with the multicolored leather spines of books, illuminated by the gentle flickering flame emitted from the fireplace to your right. A mahogany writing desk sat in a far corner, and if there was something on it then you couldn't see it, it was too dark. Near the fireplace stood a loveseat furnished of the same exquisite wood, with crimson covers and golden detailing, almost daring you to sit down.

And sit down you did - with a relieved sigh, of course, and when you bent over to heat your hands by the warm fire you heard something shift in the corner.

You immediately whipped your head around. "Who's there?"

"I should be asking you that," came a baritone voice from the same corner, and following it, the figure of a tall man emerged from the shadows.

"I'm sorry, don't hurt me, please, I was just cold and I was so desperate to find shelter," you start to ramble, eyes widening in fear as you jumped up from the chair to face him. "Was I sitting in your chair? Oh, God, I'm so sorry, I'll leave now, I just needed to warm up a little-"

"There's no need to do that," the man interrupted calmly. He gestured you to sit back down, and, of course, you obeyed, albeit reluctantly. He pulled up a smaller chair some distance away from yours but still in close proximity to the fire and put his feet, donned in black slippers, up on the stone mantle.

You both sat in silence before he spoke up again.

"Are you from Carran? The village quite a ways from here?"

"Yes," you replied meekly and quietly, the overwhelming sense of guilt at breaking into someone's house (well, in this case, castle) flooding your system.

"Hmm." He paused in contemplation. "I don't know how you made it all the way here, it's freezing outside. I'm happy to provide anything you need, though, like food or clothes, in case you still feel cold."

At his mention of food, your stomach involuntarily growled - you forgot that you hadn't eaten in such a long time, you didn't have breakfast or lunch or dinner and it was probably late into the night by now.

"If it really isn't too much of a hassle or anything, I know that I just kind-of barged into your house and everything, but could I please have something to eat? I haven't done so in a while and I'll be grateful for anything."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him smile and stand up.

"Come along," he beckoned, "I haven't had dinner yet, so this is really the perfect opportunity to eat."

You followed him uncertainly to the kitchen, a large, open space with dark wooden shelves and a stove in the corner. There was an island, whose countertop was a big slab of (you guessed it) wood. The man, walking over to the stove, lit a match and started to heat up a pot, which, once it started to emit a pleasant, cozy smell, you realized to be full of chicken noodle soup.

When you sat to have dinner, you finished your meal way quicker than he did - such was your hunger - so you, as politely as possible, asked for seconds, which he gladly gave to you. Finally, after a tidbit of conversation, he brought up the topic of names.

"I should introduce myself," he started. "I'm Wriothesley. Well, Duke Wriothesley, officially. And you are...?"

"y/n. It's very nice to meet you, Your Grace."

He let out a short, booming laugh. "No need for formalities. You barged into my home, so I think it follows that we're past pleasantries by now."

Your cheeks reddened in embarrassment as you looked down at your second serving of soup, the broth glimmering in the gentle flickering of the candles around the room. You looked up momentarily, though - Wriothesley wasn't eating. But he said that he hadn't had dinner yet, and he implied that he was hungry...

"This sounds a little rude but..." you trailed off, trying to find words that sound a little more pleasant than 'you said you were hungry and you're not eating, so what's up with that'.

"Yes?" He glanced towards you and you swallowed.

"Why aren't you eating?"

The dark-haired man hummed a short note before answering. "I'll eat later. My appetite... lessened."

For a split second you caught a faint sparkle in his eyes when he said 'appetite', and that freaked you out, before you concluded that mealtimes were his own choice and you shouldn't really judge a person based on that. Shrugging it off, you continued eating.

As you finished up your second plate, Wriothesley, like a gentleman, scooped it up and placed it into the sink before asking if you cared for some wine. You, of course, accepted - what duke wouldn't have exquisite wines in his cellar?

You went back to the library to drink. The fire was warm, and with the alcohol in your system, it felt like you were wrapped up in a nice, cozy blanket while you sat by Wriothesley on the couch in relative silence, occasionally having tidbits of conversation with the man and taking a sip of wine every time another pause ensued. Eventually, you couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol making you feel this warm or just the fire - either way, you felt your previously nervous muscles relax, and instinctively, you shifted closer to him. Which was a mistake, as when your hand briefly touched his, you realized just how icy it was.

"Um, Wrio," you started, using a nickname that you assigned to him a couple conversations ago, "why are you so cold?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him turn his head to meet your gaze questioningly. "Am I really?"

"Yeah, you're freezing."

"Oh, I thought you meant unfriendly," he chuckled, "I just happen to be colder than your average human."

"Human?" you smile. "You sound like a werewolf or a vampire or something."

"And what if I was?"

"Well... I probably wouldn't care." Yeah, the alcohol was definitely in your system now.

At your answer, Wriothesley raised a curious brow. "Don't you think they're vile? Scary? Threatening?"

"If you were a vampire, you haven't bitten me yet," you reply matter-of-factly, "so I don't think that you're terribly dangerous."

In a flash, he was on you - trapping you between himself and the couch, he leaned forward, almost forcing eye contact. You were helpless to do anything but lock your eyes onto his ice-blue ones.

"And if I bit you right now, would I still be dangerous?"

"Depends on if you chicken out or not."

Wrong choice, y/n!

"Well then." He dove to the crux of your shoulder, letting his surprisingly warm breath tickle your neck before grazing his teeth across the delicate skin. "Let me know if it gets too much, hmm?"

Resolving yourself to your fate was really the only thing you could do right now. You stared at the dark ceiling as you felt his rough hand caress your hair, tilting your head to the side for easier access, and finally biting down.

It stung at first, like two needles being injected within close proximity of each other, before the pain melted into excruciating pleasure after a couple of seconds. Wriothesley removed his fangs, favoring to lick the flowing spring of blood little by little.

"God, you taste sweet," he groaned, running his tongue along your neck. You writhed in his hold, clawing at his back, pressing him to your form, begging to bite you again and again and again-

He retracted his mouth from your neck, his absence making you whine pitifully as you tried to bring his head down, back to your shoulder.

"Look, I can barely look at you without needing to bite, I just feel... a little wrong if you don't want me to."

His steely-blue eyes locked onto yours, desperation and desire clearly evident in their depths. Please let me bite, sink my teeth into your soft skin. Fucking please, please, I need to or I'm gonna die.

"Yes, just do it, 'm begging you," you cry, letting out a relieved moan when he scraped his fangs across your skin where he bit you previously. And then he bit again, this time lower, trailing down to your shoulder. His hands started to roam, one finding purchase in your hair and the other holding his upper body up so that he didn't crush you beneath his chest.

Never in your life did you think that a vampire sucking your blood was going to feel so intoxicating. You couldn't help but gasp as he ghosted his cold lips across your fiery skin, indulging in real human blood (sheep and cow blood were getting very bland, almost seeming to him as dog food would to a person) that, to his added excitement, came from such a beautiful body. He pulled out every single noise that you could make out from your throat, sounds that compelled him to kiss and nip and lick your tender skin with urgent attentiveness.

Soon you began to feel lightheaded - a state which you couldn't tell if it came from the wine or the loss of blood - but you let Wriothesley know anyway by tapping him on the shoulder.

"Mmh, you taste so good, sweetheart," he praised, "what is it you need?"

"I'm feeling kind-of lightheaded n tired," you whispered in reply. His eyes widened for a split second, but returned to normal as he pulled himself off of you, making sure to press a finger to where he bit you to stop the bleeding.

"I'll get a bandaid, but thank you for letting me, thank you," Wriothesley sighed as he licked his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. He stood up from the couch, grabbed a blanket from a nearby shelf, and draped the heavy material over you, sort-of tucking you in before leaving the library to fetch a bandaid.

Now alone, you turned over to your side to look at the flames. They were dying now, embers flickering a deep orange as they cast light onto the surrounding bookshelves and you, and the heat emanating from them was pleasantly warm. Folding your knees up to your chest, you closed your heavy eyes and at last succumbed to sleep.

#genshin #wriothesley #wrio #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley smut #wriothesley fluff #wriothesley genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin fluff #wrio x reader #wrio fluff #wrio smut #genshin wriothesley #genshin wrio

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sebasluv · 2 years

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how i imagine sebastian and his emotional support hufflepuff:

(also why is he doing the rock’s eyebrows 😭)

hufflepuff stands for fluff, fight me (jkjk)

it is no surprise that you, a hufflepuff, got adopted by a young slytherin boy

every slytherin needs an emotional support hufflepuff, am i right?

it was a stormy night for students in hogwarts, and sebastian wasn’t having the best time, to be honest

walking around the castle before curfew is just the right thing to calm his mind…unless, he was met with a new problem

“why can’t this- work-“

“what are you doing?” sebastian appeared out of nowhere from the dark. glancing over your shoulder, he met with your enemy.

“erm- just trying to get a look of the stars tonight, astronomy class is trying to kill me,” you huffed as your telescope was placed on the table.

“you know that the storm isn’t going to make it better, right?” he shifted his weight onto one feet, resting his shoulder against the wall.

“i know, i just- it’s due tomorrow,” you sighed.

“let me help you, i know a spot,” he shuffled onto his feet.

“c’mon, m’ not gonna kill you, i am not that type of slytherin.”

“as if…led the way, please”

to say that sebastian adopted you from then on isn’t quite much of a lie

ominis noticed your presence from that day, he can feel that sebastian is bringing you around more often.

he wasn’t the biggest fan of strangers but you are someone special for his best friend, he knows that.

wandering around he castle has never been so entertaining before you met these two

of course, you are like the “mother” to the group

y/n: sebastian, no

sebastian: sebastian, yes

he loves loves loves love taking you out for some butterbeer

“you’ve got a foam on your lips,” he chuckled as he almost choked on his butterbeer.

“hey- that’s the secret to enjoying a butterbeer,” you huffed.

“fine, fine, just let me-“ he reached a hand out to wipe a foam off your lips.

“…thanks”

“a single mom who works two job-“ jk 💀

caring for them is the best thing in your life but also an tiring thing to do

feeding them, packing their bags, and definitely making sure sebastian have enough sleep.

“please, sebastian, when was the last time you’ve gotten enough sleep?”

“i dunno, like last five years?”

“c’mon,” you held out your hand as you dragged towards a discreet place in the library. setting him down, you patted your boy on a couch with all of the pillows you could find around there. “sleep tight, you need it,” you smiled.

“it’s just six o’clock,” he yawned.

“yes, it is, I’ll just be reading right there, a nap won’t hurt anything,” you ruffled his hair up as his eyelid fluttered.

of course, you can’t get in their common room. unless…

yes, sebastian broke you in (and yes, everybody knows you are the certified hufflepuff)

“are you sure this is a- good idea?”

“of course, it is always a good idea if you have me,” he chuckled as he lead your way down the slytherin dungeon. “aspiration…”

the empty brick wall suddenly shook and a slythering sensation turned into a shiny silver serpent. climbing up the wall, it reveals a hidden dark door, opening at your gaze.

“c’mon, go on,” he held your hands and dragged you in.

always caring for them, checked. even if it means one of those late nights, working on an assignment.

“you’ve got your notes and parchments?” you looked at them.

“yep” “yeah”

“and your inks?”

“…”

“c’mon, stop forgetting them, please,” you moved skillfully around the mess to put their inks in their bags.

“thanks, y/n”

of course, they are there when you needed them as well.

if you need a help jinxing someone, you know who to call

no one, i repeat, NO ONE. will treat you the wrong way (ahem, especially sebastian)

“her name is Persephoney,” a jacked headed slytherin stuck his tongue out at you and poppy.

“shut it, or you will regret it, perhaps you don’t mind if I just pulled your hair like…that?” you snickered back.

“what could a hufflepuff like you do? run along and tell the professor?”

“she could and do something much worse, be greatful for that,” sebastian backed you up, reaching a hand to rest on your shoulder. “now, back up.”

“ah, if it isn’t the charming slytherin, got into one of those hufflepuff’s jinx? how disgraceful,” he chuckled.

“at least she knows that a beast worth much more than an empty minded person, back up.”

“fine…let’s go,” without a second look, the slytherin was out of sight.

…

“you alright? poppy?”

“thanks”

“thank you, sebastian, he better know that us, hufflepuff, can do something far worst. we just have the decency to hold it back,” poppy giggled.

“yep, i know you lots can do unimaginable damages”

and you know i like to end it with a heartwarming great hall imagines

the great hall is buzzing with many students and delicious foods. but sebastian’s eyes will always find their ways wandering around the black and yellow table.

but finding you in one of them, comes as easy to him as breathing a fresh air into his system.

#sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow imagines #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy

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recuira · 1 year

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after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five

chapter six | drunk. drool. darkness.

her pov;

I felt like an idiot. Like a fool.

When I came downstairs the following morning, with a pounding headache nearly blinding my vision, I spotted my mother collapsed on the couch rather than in her own bed. The kitchen was surprisingly clean, as well as the dining room table. She definitely didn't tidy up after that disaster of a night, so who did?

I walked past the stairs and into the kitchen, attempting to search for any kind of medicine to hopefully soothe the aching headache I had. I sorted through a kitchen cabinet before finding a small bottle of painkillers my mother was prescribed when her illness was first diagnosed. I placed two tablets in my mouth and dipped my head underneath the sink faucet, pouring a bit of water into my mouth to swallow the pills. Stepping back, I grabbed a pot from the stove, glaring at my sleeping mother.

I dropped it on the tiled floor.

In a split second, she shot up awake, groaning. "What the hell was that?!" She spat, grabbing her head while also covering her eyes.

"Good morning," I said as I forced a smile. I placed the pot back atop of the stove. "What happened last night?"

"Why the fuck should I know?" She cursed, laying back down.

"Where'd Buggy go?"

"Home?"

I frowned. I wasn't going to get any answers from her.

I ventured back upstairs into my bedroom where I could let my eyes settle in the cold and darkness. I closed the door behind me and approached my bed but before I climbed on it, I noticed a small green blur in the corner of my vision. Turning my head, I found the small turtle stuffed animal laying on the floor.

I treated my stuffed animals like they were living. To let them touch the floor rather than my own bed would be a sin.

Why was it on the floor?

Then it hit me.

Buggy threw it there.

I sat on my bed, holding the plushie close to my person. Last night, after dinner, I stormed up to my bedroom to be alone and to calm down due to the big fight my mother and I had. Then he came into my room to console me. Then-

"Oh my god."

I couldn't believe it. I practically threw myself onto him. Then he turned me down and after that, my mind drew a blank. I recalled vague bits here and there but the most clear occurrence was that of him leaving. Did I kick him out? Or did he leave willingly?

I touched my mouth with the stuffed animal. The feeling of his lips on mine was something I couldn't forget. For such a rough and rugged man, his lips and touch were so soft. I smiled to myself before falling onto the bed, my eyes drifting to a close.

Before I thought more about all of this, I needed to get rid of this headache.

-=-

I felt so stupid. Like a clown.

As I remembered more about the event, the more my self-esteem dropped. I never, in a thousand years, would have ever imagined myself getting drunk on red wine and then throwing myself onto a man with a red, clown nose. I frowned. His nose wasn't the issue. I liked him. I really did. He was kind and thoughtful for someone who used to be a bloodthirsty pirate. He went out of his way to please me which no one has ever done before.

And how do I thank him?

By making out with him and then kicking him out after he didn't reciprocate. I invite him over for dinner then throw him out.

This is why I hated alcohol.

It made stupid people do stupid things.

I was completely embarrassed with myself- so embarrassed, in fact, that I didn't reach out to Buggy for an entire month. How could I possibly be able to face himself after such an incident? Would I not mention it? Do I shake his hand and apologize and ask him to never bring it up again? Or do I kiss him again and see if my effort will mean something to him this time?

No, I'm an idiot. I ruined such a great friendship due to a few too many glasses of cheap red wine.

I blamed my mother for this entirely- and myself, of course. But if it weren't for her selfish and conniving personality, Buggy wouldn't have been invited for dinner. He and I would still be talking. I would see him everyday like I had been.

I vowed to my mother that as soon as I made enough money, I was moving out and cutting all ties with her. She simply laughed at me.

And so, for the past month, I kept my promise and sought out to look for jobs. Nothing dirty, of course.

I landed a waitress gig at a small run-down pub that hardly housed any customers other than drunken pirates and businessmen. I've only been here a few times before and it was the same pub I met Buggy at. Ever since that night, I haven't returned until today. The owner told me that the blue-haired piratehardly inhabited this bar which I was thankful for. I still needed to properly digest everything and when I was ready to confront him, I would. I just hoped it would be soon.

I was surprised to see that he didn't reach out either.

Maybe I scared him off.

As I cleaned off one of the tables, I tried to ignore the loud yells from behind me. Surprisingly, there was a huge flood of new patrons. My boss told me there was a soccer game and that's why everyone decided to eat and drink at the same place.

I didn't mind it too much. It meant more tips.

The rest of the night went by fast and just as we neared closing, I sat by myself in a corner booth, counting the change and money I made in just a few hours. One hundred and twenty berries. I smiled to myself, recounting to see if my math was correct.

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen-

The bell above the door jangled as someone walked inside. I kept my head low and proceeded to count before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"We're not closed yet, Y/N. Go assist that customer, please." The man pointed at a booth. "Now."

I huffed and stood up, slipping the loose change into a pocket in my apron. I grabbed the notepad and a pen and started towards the booth.

With a closed-eye smile, I greeted the patron. "Hello, what can I get for you tonight?

"Y/N?"

I opened my eyes and there he sat. "Buggy," I whispered.

I nearly cringed.

His long blue hair was tied in a loose ponytail with the same striped bandanna wrapped around his scalp. His makeup was streaking down his sweaty face. The buttons of his striped vest were misaligned with the wrong slots. His blue-painted fingernails were chipped. And the worst of it, he wrank of liquor.

He was swaying in his seat, his arms resting across the table.

"H-Haven't-" hiccup! "-seen you in a while," He smirked. "You miss me?" His words slurred and his green eyes were nearly swollen shut. I frowned at this and took a seat beside him, nudging him to the other side of the booth. He giggled and his arm lifted before slinging over my shoulder.

"What's going on?" I whispered, hoping my boss wouldn't see me.

"What? Nothing!" He murmured.

"You're shitfaced. Why?"

"I dunno'. Got bored..." Buggy hummed and smiled up at me. His fingers began to mess with my hair. "Yer' working now?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Well, I wouldn't know! I haven't seen you in years..." He pouted.

"It's been a month."

"Whatever. Get me a beer, will ya?"

I laughed. "No! You're already too far gone. I'll get you a water." I pulled myself away from him and stood up, making my way behind the counter. Pouring him a glass of water, I watched as he proceeded to hiccup, playing into the drunkard stereotype all too well. Why was he like this? I've never seen this before. Why did he drink so much? As I approached him, he reached for me. I whacked his hand away and slid the cup toward him. This time, I sat across from him.

He glared at the drink before chugging it all, some water dripping down his stubbled chin. I crossed my arms and examined him. He was a complete and utter mess. It almost disgusted me to see him in this light. Someone I respected so much was now stooping to the same level as my mother.

"Buggs, what's happening here?"

"What?" He tilted his head. "Yer' supposed to be my waitress. You haven't taken my order yet," The pirate grumbled, reaching to grab at the paper menu. He squinted his eyes as he read it. "Get me a sandwich. With... uhm, oh! Meat, cheese, and lettuce." He met my gaze and smiled widely, exposing every single tooth.

"Not until you tell me what's going on," I demanded, pointing down at the table. "Is this some ploy to get back at me?"

"W-What? Back at you?" He snickered. "Yer' cute, kiddo."

"Don't call me that."

"Cute or kiddo?"

"Both."

"What would you rather me say?" He smirked and leaned forward, gesturing his hand for me to get closer. I did, also leaning in. "Your- hehe, your tits look amazing in that top?"

I gasped and pushed him back. "Fuck you!"

"What?! Which would you rather me call you?" He pursed his red-stained lips together.

"By my fucking name, you idiot."

"Okay! Y/N," He started, letting out a soft burp. "Where's my sandwich?"

"You'll get it once you start talking."

"I've been talking! I can't win with you." His eyes rolled. "Women."

I hit him atop of the head this time and he yelped, immediately shrinking down as his arms hovered over his head.

"You're the one who kicked me out! Why are you still acting so mad... I'd think you'd be happy to see me again, but- but, I was wrong..."

"I am happy to see you but-"

"You are? Really?" The look on the clown's face broke my heart. He was so surprised, so shocked to find out that I missed his company. “I-I’m glad.” His head dropped for a moment and he looked down at his lap. “I’ve been, uh, g-going through a lot.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it.” He let out a loud hiccup then clutched his throat. “That one hurt.”

“Why can’t you tell me?”

His broad shoulders shrugged back. “Maybe I will. I just need something- uh, something to eat.”

Getting something in his stomach might help him sober up fast but my mom always told me that the only way to sober up was through time. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

“Now?”

“Yes, right now.”

I got up from the table and began to walk toward the kitchen but a floating hand grabbed at my wrist. It gave my arm a tight tug before I looked back at Buggy. I raised an eyebrow but he just gave me a toothy grin then let go. Venturing into the kitchen, I let the chef know that it was the last meal of the night. He was reluctant because it meant he needed to put out his cigarette but he gave me a firm nod and told me to wait a couple of minutes. I agreed with him then went to peek on the blue-haired clown. He rested his head on his hands, his eyes closed. His long eyelashes casted a dim shadow over his eyelids. His lips parted, a small drop of drool running down his chin. Was he asleep?

Before I could admire him any further, the chef tapped on my shoulder and handed me the tray of food. A sandwich sat upon the plate with potato salad to the right of it. I thanked him and brought the meal to Buggy. I set it in front of him then took a seat.

“Buggy?” I nudged his shoulder. “Your food is here.”

“I’m not hungry.”

What? “What? You just said you were.”

“I lied. I want to go home.”

“Then why did you come here?”

“Because the other bar kicked me out ‘cause I had too much to drink,” He mumbled into his arm. “I wanted to drink more but then I- I saw you. So I wanted to stop.”

“You stopped drinking because of me?”

“I was drinking because of you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together. What was he babbling about now? Before I could protest, he reached forward, grabbing half of the sandwich with a severed hand. He raised his head and took a bite. He chewed for a few seconds then swallowed. He ate the half then slid me the plate. So much for not being hungry.

I smiled to myself and started to eat, taking the last sip of the glass of water I had brought to him. I finished eating then wiped my mouth with a napkin.

Taking a few bills out of my pocket, I placed it on the table to cover the meal.

But then it hit me.

I could pay him back.

“Buggy, I have great news,” I exclaimed with a wide grin and pulled the loose change out of the apron pocket, the various coins rocking against the table before falling flat. The pirate sat up, a yawn escaping his mouth.

“What?”

“I can pay you back now! I have more than enough!”

“I don’t want you to,” He whispered, sliding it toward me. “I have more than enough. You’re the one who needs it, not me.”

“But you said I could pay you back. That was our deal.”

“Y/N-“

“Take the money, Buggy. Please.”

His green eyes met mine for a split second before he reluctantly gave in. He swiped the money toward him and folded the bills before hiding them away in his pocket. I smiled at him, taking the change he didn’t want to keep.

I looked at him, staying quiet. Was he already sobering up? He was talking normally now; he was hardly slurring his speech. “Can I walk you home?”

He cocked a grin. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“Please?”

“Yeah, sure. Alright.”

I clocked out of work and helped Buggy out of his seat. On the walk back to his abode, Buggy leaned against me. My arm wrapped around his shoulders as I guided him down the street. He stumbled with each step and if it weren't for me, I was sure he would've fallen. The man relied on me heavily.

The front door opened with a loud bang. A wave of cold air brushed over me and I shivered. The pirate buried his face into my neck. A red blush washed over my face before I helped him onto his bed. He giggled to himself and extended his foot. I raised an eyebrow.

"Take my shoes off, please." He whispered, his body falling back to lay flat on the bed with his leg still straight out.

I knelt down and slipped each of his boots off. I set them to the left of the nightstand. Standing up, I closed the front door and dropped my backpack beside it. I approached the man and took a seat upon the edge of the bed, turning to look down at him. His eyes were closed. "Buggy, I'm gonna get going now. We can talk tomorrow, okay? When you're sober," I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you need anything before I go?” I was met with silence. I let out a small huff, my hand resting on his leg. I caressed it. I then pulled my hand away but before I could stand up, his hand took my wrist and he gripped it, tightly. I looked back at him. He was now sitting upward.

"Please, no. Please stay the night," He begged, lunging forward. His head fell into my lap and his arms wrapped around my waist. "Don't leave again. Please."

I froze. My eyes grew wide, my arms levitating above the man.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me. "Okay, okay." I dropped my hands to rest on his back, tenderly stroking the fabric of his vest. He let out a satisfied hum and remained completely silent. While it wasn't the most comfortable position, I stayed still because it was cozy for him.

I've never seen him in this mood before. I thought alcohol would make him an angry man, maybe rather devious or feisty, but no. It made him sad. It made him vulnerable. Alcohol took his rough exterior and melted it away, revealing a soft side I've never seen before.

His face nuzzled into my thigh.

I listened to his light breathing and brought my hands up to run through his thick blue hair. I was surprised his hair was so long. It was nice, though. It was silky smooth as well.

"Y/N," Buggy whispered into my leg.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for disappointing you."

A frown stayed on my face. I felt my eyes and nose sting. "What?"

"I've done nothing but trouble you. I'm sorry. I didn't realize I would be this much of a burden in your life. I thought I could help but-"

"What are you going on about?"

His head raised and revealed a soaking wet face. A stream of tears ran down his face, his makeup smearing even more than before. I gasped. He sniffled and grimaced. "I look so stupid, don't I?"

"You don't, Buggers. I'm just trying to figure out why you're crying," I whispered, raising my head to cup his cheek. He leaned into my palm and gave me a small, sincere smile. This was hurting my heart.

"We haven't spoken in a month."

"I know, I know. It's my fault, I-"

"Did you just not want to see me anymore?"

I instantly shook my head. "No, no, no. That's not it at all." I wiped a few tears away with my thumb.

"I thought I fucked up so badly," He started, taking a deep breath. "When you came onto me like that, I felt time stop. Literally nothing else mattered to me in that moment other than you. I didn't even fucking care if my heart stopped beating. If being with you was my last moment alive, I'd die a happy man." I sucked in my lower lip, my eyes burning more. "But it felt wrong. You were drunk, p-probably for the first time in your life. I didn't want to take advantage of that. You weren't thinking straight at all. I-I didn't want you to-to regret it the next morning."

"Buggy-"

"You have no idea- no fucking idea how badly I've wanted that. Since the very moment I've laid my eyes on you, I realized there was nothing more I could ever want. You're perfect. A literal angel." I wanted to tell him he was wrong but he continued to speak, making my heart both ache and jump. "My life was so dark before you. I was blinded by greed and-and hatred. I was a cruel man. But seeing you smile, I forget what for, but your smile erupted something in me. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about anything else in life other than you. I did some fucked up shit and I feel like you have a right to know." He swallowed then turned his head, facing away from me.

"What do you mean?" Those words scared me.

"Look in the nightstand. There's a book, I think it's the second one. Open it and see for yourself." He sat up and pulled away from me, wiping his nose and eyes. "No more lies or secrets. I want to be completely open and honest with you about everything. If our friendship continues, then I want honesty. You deserve that."

"You're scaring me, Buggy," I murmured and leaned forward, reaching for the drawer. I yanked it open and sorted through the stack of novels. I grabbed the second one and set it in my lap. "Can I just say-"

"No, please look. I need your opinion on me after you see this."

I was horrified.

What was so revolting in this book that he felt the need to hide?

I looked at him, frowning, before dropping my head. I admired the cover of the novel before peeling it open. My eyes widened.

"Read it out loud," The man instructed as he toyed with his bottom lip. He stared at me, not even seeming to blink.

My thumb dragged over the paper to smooth out the crumpled words. “She has the kindest smile. Her generosity is beyond that of anyone I know. She makes me believe in the good of humanity again." I repeated as I read the sentences scattered on the small note of paper. I smiled to myself. "Did you write-"

"Read the next one."

"I've never wanted something so badly in my life. To say I yearned for her would be a complete understatement. I longed for her, I yearned, I desired- In simple terms, I wanted her. I mean, how could I not? She was an angel. She was a siren. I would purposely listen to her enchanting song, allowing my boat to crash, just if it meant I could be graced by her presence, by her beauty. I was obsessed with her. If she found out my thoughts, my desires, she would never let herself be seen with me. I wouldn't blame her, though. I was obsessive. It was unhealthy, I knew that. But I didn't care. I wouldn't say I loved her because I didn't know what that felt like. I've never experienced it. But perhaps I did love her. I didn't know, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that she was the only treasure I wanted. Not the One Piece, no. Not even that could match up to her alluring person. If I had to travel every sea in order to find her, battle every sea snake in order to touch her, I would. I would in a heartbeat." I felt my lower lip quiver as salty tears began to cloud my vision. I used my free hand to rub my eyes before I continued. "A-And she caused me to see the world in color. Everything was so bland and dry but the second I saw her, I could see the blue in the sky and the pink petals of cherry blossoms. I could see the light at the end of a tunnel. If I was drowning, I know she would be able to rescue me just from her words of encouragement."

"Do you get it now?" He asked, placing his hand on my knee.

"You like me?" I asked, hesitant.

"What? Really?" He said with a weak laugh. "Of course I do. But I've known you for so long, Y/N. Much longer than you knowing me. I've followed you before, s-stalked you."

I gasped. Oh. I didn't get that from the writings. "You did?"

"Yeah, I did. I've been scheming for months. Trying to figure out how to talk to you o-or get you to say hello to me. Then at the bar-"

"I said hello to you. Were you there because of me?"

"Yeah, it wasn't mere coincidence."

"Woah," I said in awe, my facial expression or tone of voice hiding how I was truly feeling. "That's- wow."

"If you want to leave, I understand. It's a lot, I know. But I promise I've never properly stalk- well, I-I don't know. I just saw you and I knew I needed to know you. I needed you in my life."

"When did you first see me?"

"A fish market. You were giving a kitten some of the scraps."

"I don't even remember that," I admitted with a light chuckle.

"I'm not a creeper pervert or anything, I swear. I've-"

"Buggy, stop panicking. I'm flattered, if anything. I don't hate you. I don't think differently of you either."

He leaned into me, his red nose touching the tip of my own. He wore a wide smile on his face. "Really?" I nodded my head and rested my hand atop of his.

"It's a lot to take in but I'm not creeped out. I just- I had no idea."

"There's a reason I still have a bounty,” He remarked.

I laughed softly. "Very true."

"Do you understand why I was so worried? I thought all of that progress was wasted. I did want to, I really did. God, I wanted to, but-" The man continued to ramble on before I pressed my palm to his red-painted mouth. He wiggled his eyebrows.

"I'm glad you didn't stay. Genuinely, I would have regretted it. Not because of you, but because I would want to remember a moment like that. I never want to drink again so I can be fully aware of everything we do together," I said as I removed my hand. "I didn't contact you because I was embarrassed with myself. I felt like an idiot. I thought I completely ruined everything. I also wanted to properly deal with my emotions. I wanted to figure out what I felt."

"And what do you feel?"

"The same as you do, though maybe not as extreme."

The pirate cracked a cheeky grin and nudged me.

"But I don't want to rush anything, please. If we do decide to do anything," I cleared my throat. "I want to take things slow. I moved too fast that night and look what happened."

"No, no, yeah. I feel the same way. No rush."

"Do we have a deal?" I extended my hand.

"A deal for what?"

"To do this but take things slow."

"To do what?"

"Buggy, you know what I mean."

"I want to hear you say it."

I huffed and pulled my hand back before he quickly grabbed it and gave it a firm shake. "We can go further with our relationship. How is that?" I smiled.

"Hmm, what do you mean? I'm a little slow, you'll need to spell it-" I kissed him for a split second then pulled back. The expression on his face was priceless. "That's pretty self-explanatory,” He hummed, grinning.

"Good."

"Can I do it again, though?" His hand reached to cup my chin.

"Once," I whispered.

Buggy closed the gap, tilting his head to be able to kiss me properly. It was short but sweet. When he pulled away, he fell against me, his forehead resting on my shoulder. My arms enwrapped his figure and I pulled him close. "Are you tired?" I asked, playing with his ponytail.

"Mhm," He responded, a soft yawn parting from his lips. "You're still staying the night, right?"

"Yeah, I am."

The blue-haired man pulled away from me and swept his legs over the side of the bed "I'll sleep on the floor, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

I grabbed his arm. "Nonsense, it's okay. I get the left side, though."

Buggy grinned, nodding his head. "Yes, ma'am."

I peeled my shoes off, setting them next to his as he began to unfold the sheets. He pulled the blankets back and climbed underneath them. I crawled beside, pushing my legs under the thin blankets. Turning to face Buggy, I tucked my arm under the pillow.

"I'm sorry for being like this, by the way. For being drunk."

"It's okay, just try to stop. If it's okay."

"It is," He whispered while stretching his arm out, slyly letting it sling over my waist. I smirked.

"You were kind of funny, though."

"How so?"

"Slurring your words, repeating yourself, tripping everywhere."

"What can I say? They don't call me a clown for nothing."

"I think the nose and makeup gave you that reputation."

"Nose?" He cocked an eyebrow upward.

"D-Did I say nose? I meant, uh, your hair!"

"Mhm, sure." Buggy tugged me toward him, my face coming into contact with his chest. He let out a groan as he made himself comfortable. "I hope this isn't moving too fast. I'm cold."

"No, this is perfect," I replied with a sheepish smile.

My eyes closed and I shrugged my shoulders back while exhaling a sigh. I was cold but the warmth of his body soothed my goosebumps. I rested my forehead against his abdomen and felt myself beginning to drift off. His chin plopped upon my head and his hand combed through my hair.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" He whispered, his voice raspy as exhaustion took over.

"We'll figure that out when tomorrow arrives. For now, I need sleep."

"Do you work tomorrow?"

I shook my head, whispering a simple 'no'.

"Sorry, I'll let you sleep."

I smirked to myself and tucked myself closer into him.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N," He mumbled as he kissed atop my head.

With those words and the sound of his heartbeat and breathing, I found myself falling asleep. I ignored the stench of alcohol coming from his person and focused on everything else I enjoyed about him.

In one last resort to get comfortable, I turned over, pressing my back against his front. My legs entangled with his and his arm slipped underneath my own. He held my hand.

The last thing I remember was him placing a kiss on the back of my head and then I fell unconscious.

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A Dangerous Consummation

warnings: 18+, smut, dub-con, themes of guilt and angst, mention of r*pe, reader realizes they enjoy something extreme, confession of feelings, biting, unprotected sex, more sex with demons!, red face possesses reader this time, slapping, kind of subby dalton, spitplay, description of a snowball, softer ending

summary: what happened was something you couldn’t forget even if you tried. as you wrestle with your feelings of the night, you start noticing that something is not right. not long after, you come face to face with the beast that marked you as his own. You confide in dalton, knowing he’s the only one who could help, but his assistance turns into something much more lewd.

a/n: after seeing how licentious affairs had been doing, i felt quite inspired to write a conclusive counterpart to it. when your ask came through it puzzled in perfectly with what i had drafted up so far. i hope i’ve done your request justice! i’ll prolly write more for dalton after this. i’ve seen the movie a third time now n have too many ideas. this can be read as a stand alone fic, although i would recommend you read the first part to capture all the filth. have a great day! <3 ~nero

Dalton Lambert x possessed!female reader

word count:6.6k

Pt.1

Your body was weak and your mind was beyond exhausted. You wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and to somewhat forget about the events of tonight, but Dalton’s shaky cries kept your mind running. You couldn’t find your voice to let him know what happened, so instead you shared in the starkness of the dorm the only thing filling the air were the occasional footsteps on the floor above you and Dalton’s cries.

You hadn’t moved from your position on his bed, still very aware of the pallid liquid slowly drying into the skin of your lower back. You felt Dalton lift his head from the bed and heard him get up to his feet.

“I’ll be right back.”

Only then did you lift your head up. You didn’t want him to leave, you didn’t want to be left alone because if you were to be completely transparent–you were scared. Even with the recollection of what just happened, he still comforted you in his natural form, and you still needed him around.

“Wait.”

Dalton turned around, his eyes wide at finally hearing you utter something besides a breath. You looked so broken and he knew it was his fault. He couldn’t look at you for too long because he felt the tears brimming his waterline within the second. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he grabbed the door handle setting out to what he initially went to do knowing he’d be weak for you if he stayed any longer.

“I promise, I’ll be right back.”

And with that, he snaked out of the door rubbing his hands across his face trying to wipe off his emotions. On the other side of the door, you dropped your hand back on the bed, feeling some sense of defeat.

“...Don’t go…”

Sighing you tried to let your body fall into a state of sleep, but every time you got close to the relief of sleep your body would wake you up with chills erupting across your skin. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching you. Even though the room was decently illuminated by the full moon beaming through the windows, it still wasn’t enough to make you feel safe. You shut your eyes, knowing that you wouldn’t fall asleep but at least you wouldn’t be made known of anything manifesting in front of you.

The room started to feel oppressive. Every second that Dalton was gone it was becoming unbearable. There was a blanket of heated anxiety that you felt lay across your body and you knew something was watching you. You just couldn’t find the strength to open your eyes to face your opponent. You decided to barely squint your eyes open to make out just a fraction of what was causing you so much unease, but before you could muster up your full courage you heard the door unlock.

The amber lighting from the hallway painted the dingy tile flooring and the shadow of Dalton’s figure graced you with a moment of peace. Lifting your head to look at him, the warmth that filled your chest was something you couldn’t ignore. You could never be mad at him. Weakly, you motioned with your head as he fully came into the room.

“Can you turn on the light?”

He nodded and with the lurid overhead light casting over the dorm, you finally felt somewhat at ease. Dalton walked over to you still very apprehensive about being around you. Laying a small tub of hot water on the desk, he placed some hand towels on the chair. Kneeling back by the side of the bed you heard his voice cut through the silence again.

“Is it…is it okay if I touch you?”

He knew.

With the scene in front of him, it was almost moronic to think something else occurred on his bed. You nodded, but something told you that that wasn’t enough consent for him. Turning to look at him, a downturned smile poked at your lips.

“Yeah…you can touch me.”

With your verbal sanction, you felt a dry cloth make contact with your lower back. Sliding the partly dried slick off of your skin and encasing it in the towel, he followed with a warm towel. Relaxing muscles you didn’t even realize were tense. With another dry towel, he wiped over the small of your back making sure that you wouldn’t feel the chill of the air blow over your skin. He was sparing himself only taking care of your backside, but he knew that sooner or later he’d have to turn you over.

With his eyes shut, he took a deep breath preparing himself for whatever horror he’d have to look at.

“Can you roll over for me? So I can clean the rest of you..”

His voice trailed off, ashamed that he would have to take in more of this grim illustration that you were left bare in. Dalton got up from the side of the bed and went to your side of the room to dig through your drawers to find a sleep shirt for you. Picking the first large shirt he found, he turned around and was faced with your delicate body on its back. Vulnerable and exposed with small bruises peppered along your body.

As he came back over to you, his breath hitched and tears welled in his waterline. The life in his eyes drained as he took in your fragile form. A deep garnet stain was swiped across the side of your chin, maroon blemishes formed on the surface of your wrists, along your jawline, and there was a nasty crimson mark that was centered on the side of your neck.

The only puzzling thing was that that was the only one that truly looked like a bite mark. His stomach turned, knotting in regret. Placing your shirt on the edge of the bed he grabbed the wet towel, dunking it in the hot water, he needed to turn away from you. As the water trickled back into the bowl his thoughts played a horrifying symphony of guilt.

How could he let this happen? How could he hurt you? How could he let himself be so weak against that thing? After so long…

He turned around to face you, wrapping the towel around two fingers he kneeled again, wiping the warm towel against your marks. Your voice fluttered into his ears, a little bit more life swimming in your tone and he was delighted to hear your voice despite the circumstance.

“I guess you could say I’m afraid of the dark too now.”

You had a small smile pulling at your lips but horror pulled at Dalton’s.

“I’m so sorry y/n...I’m so sorry.”

You felt bad having him apologize knowing that deep down you enjoyed what happened. There was a certain sense of shame coursing through you but it was for wildly different reasons. Bringing your arm to rest across your eyes, you heard the water trickling in the bowl again and then felt a comforting warmth against the valley of your breasts. Dragging the towel across the areas that either Dalton felt needed attention or had vibrant bruising on them, he came to your flowery center. Hesitant, he looked up at you.

“Y/n, is it okay if I touch you here?”

“It’s okay Dalton, I trust you.”

A minuscule amount of relief sprinkled over him. How you still found it in you to be tender after whatever happened, killed him and it only crushed his heart even more. He needed to protect you and he failed. The one person he was truly enamored by, who made him feel more than emptiness, he failed.

Taking the towel, he gently cleaned your now wilted and tender petals. You hated to admit it but as he swiped over your folds, you kept having flash images of how you were ravished earlier in the evening. Your once angelic grotto was now tainted with the sin of taboo lust. You wanted to stop the small convulses at your center but the aftershocks were too much to control. You removed your arm from your face looking at Dalton once more, your anxiety wanting to confirm that it was still Dalton in the room with you.

As Dalton turned back around, he picked up your shirt and you somehow found the strength to sit up on the bed. Dalton was quick to rush to your side making sure that you were level. The worry in his eyes was so endearing that you almost forgot about all the events that occurred. You felt he had done more than enough and wanted to prove to him that you were in fact okay, you just needed time to recuperate.

“I-I’m okay, Dalton. Thank you.”

You were sincere, you weren’t trying to push him away and you wanted him to understand that and you felt that he did as he sat down on the bed across from you keeping an eye on your every move. Removing yourself of your bra, tank top, and cardigan, you tossed them all to your side of the room and grabbed the shirt that was in Dalton’s hands, pulling it over your body.

You crossed your legs and sat directly across from him, trying to gather what emotions were swarming through his head. It looked like he wanted to ask a question but didn’t have the courage to do so. Covering your legs with your shirt, you leaned over and nudged his knee with your hand.

“What’s going on in your head?”

He sighed, heavily and then looked around the dorm in hopes that he could find his answer somewhere nonverbally. Looking down at his hands and back up at you he found his voice.

“What happened? I genuinely don’t know—I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line suddenly feeling irrevocably sorry for him. You grabbed his hands and took a deep breath, ready to recount the portion of the night that he had no recollection of.

As you neared the end of your tale, you felt something wet the top of your hand. Looking up, you noticed a river of tears flowing from Dalton’s eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed in panic, immediately looking to calm him down. You wiped your thumb across his cheek taking what tears you could with it.

“Hey, Dalton–Dalton, look at me. It’s okay. I’m not mad or upset with you, this just means we have to figure this out together now.”

Dalton weaved his hands out of yours to wipe the remaining tears away from his face. Sniffling, he spoke after what felt like years of silence.

“I just, I don’t understand how you can look me in the face and tell me it’s okay after you just told me I raped you. How am I supposed to look at you and pretend everything is fine when I let you get hurt by simply just being involved with me? How can you even look at me?!”

To say his questions were laden would be an understatement. You now would have to present him with information you couldn’t even grasp the gravity of yet because you just discovered it about yourself. You sighed, coming to terms very quickly with your emotions.

“Dalton. Before I go on, there are a couple of things I haven’t mentioned yet.”

He looked up at you again, eyes full of panicked hysteria wondering what else you could possibly tell him happened.

“While you were possessed, this…entity told me something. It told me that everything it was going to do to me were things you wished you could do yourself. And it was preying on the fact that I was…aroused and that I was, well–enjoying it…”

The shame you felt creep up your throat was something that almost made you want to gag. The shock on his face was hard to manage because you were worried he would never be able to look at you normally. That any budding or fully bloomed feelings he had for you would be diminished to dust due to your confession. The silence you shared was beginning to become unbearable as you stared at each other.

“Please say something, Dalton. I can’t have you no-”

“-You, you enjoyed it?”

“You kinda have a hard time separating the fact that the person in front of you isn’t actually that person. Even more so when they look exactly the same and that person is someone you have a thing for in the first place…”

You scratched the back of your neck somewhat embarrassed and in awe of how quickly the truth just tumbled out of you. When you looked back at Dalton, you noticed a figured shadow appear behind him, but as quick as it appeared it was gone. Shaking your head, you wiped your face with your hands trying to find some of the same bravura you displayed moments before.

“Please don’t make me sit in silence again. I really just bared my bones here.”

“You have a thing, for me?”

“That’s what you got from all this?”

“It’s kinda a loaded moment y/n.”

You wanted something to distract you from the awkward tension that was now in the room, or at least that’s what it felt like to you. Looking around for your phone, you noticed it was on the floor peeking out from the bed. Looking over at Dalton you pointed to the floor.

“Can you grab that for me? It’s kind of in a dark spot.”

Without missing a beat, Dalton bent over and handed you your phone. Speaking as he sat up to hand it to you.

“This is more than a lot to digest, but for what it’s worth it wasn’t lying. N-not about the sex thing but I also have a thing for you. Wish it was divulged under different circumstances but we’re here now.”

“So by default, the sex thing is also true?”

You puckered your lips trying to fight a smile from teasing him. The situation itself was so heavy and you were searching for any remedy to lighten the mood. Dalton deadpanned, his face void of emotion trying to hide the annoyed smugness that was creeping up. You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from your throat, feeling a veneer of normalcy between the two of you. The nervous pit finally dissipating when you heard his laugh float through your ears.

“Yeah, yeah I guess that means it’s true too.”

With a small smile stretching at your lips, you grabbed his hands and almost got lost in the cerulean color of his eyes.

“So does this mean, we’re okay? For right now at least. I know there’s still so much that we have to work through I just wanna make sure that-”

“-Y/n. We’re okay. As long as you’re fine, I’m fine.”

Letting go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in you let yourself relax. You checked your phone and seeing as it was the middle of the night you looked back up at him.

“Guess we should call it a night, huh?”

Dalton nodded and pushed himself off the bed to turn off the light switch. When you realized his destination you stopped him, maybe a little too hastily.

“Wait! Can we leave the lights on?”

His expression softened and you saw a glimpse of that unbearable worry cross his features again, guilt quickly running through his veins again as you continued.

“And, can we sleep together? I just know I won’t be able to fall asleep if it’s just me…”

You were embarrassed to ask him for something so silly but there was no way you’d be able to just forget everything that happened, happened and be able to calm your mind down enough to sleep. With the most gentle tone you’ve ever heard slip through his lips, Dalton came back to the bed and motioned for you to scoot over.

“Of course. Whatever you need I’ll do.”

There was a reason why you fell for him as quickly as you did. There was something about how naturally attentive he was. Under that brooding artist exterior was somebody unconditionally tender despite his humane pitfalls. As you moved your body toward the edge of the bed closest to the wall, Dalton slipped into the bed lifting the covers so the both of you could get comfortable. As he laid down, you wormed yourself to snuggle as close as possible to his body.

“G’night y/n.”

“Goodnight.”

The silence you shared was comfortable but as time ticked by and Dalton’s breathing started to grow heavier, your mind started to wander and grow even more restless. Perhaps it was the newly attached fear of what was entailed when Dalton shut his eyes or maybe it was the fact your eyes were playing tricks on you and you kept seeing figures in the corner of the dorm by your bed. The lights in the room were all on so it’s not like shadows were playing games with you. There was just something you knew wasn’t right and you couldn’t quite place it.

Placing your leg to rest across Dalton’s, you moved more onto your side and clutched your fist into his shirt. Feeling that if you held onto him tighter somehow, someway he’d be less likely to drift away from you. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to shut your eyes. Convincing yourself that your anxiety was bedeviling you to imagine things that weren’t there. Finding solace in hearing the steady pace of Dalton’s heartbeat, your body finally drifted into sleep.

~*~

When your eyes finally fluttered open, Dalton was gone, and the light in the room came from the sun poking through the blinds of the windows. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, when your eyes refocused you could’ve sworn you saw something crouched in the corner by your bed. Feeling your heartbeat accelerate you quickly jumped from the bed and turned on the overhead lights. Feeling safer with the light shining in all the corners that left you with uncertainty.

Finding your phone in the sheets you saw you had about 30 minutes before your first class. Grabbing your toiletry bag, you walked to the bathrooms to get yourself ready for the day. Some people were walking in and out of the bathrooms but not nearly as many when it’s earlier in the morning. In your peripherals, you kept track of the bodies that came and went, which meant you were completely aware when you realized you were the only one in the bathroom.

You examined your body. All of the now garnet markings were now fully settled into your skin and you stared at yourself in pity. Wondering for a swift moment, what you looked like from an outside perspective. Quelling your thoughts, you began brushing your teeth, staring down the bathroom through the mirrors, you kept track of the bottom half of the stalls making sure that you saw no unusual shadows forming. Your anxiety was turning into paranoia and it was getting hard to ignore. Everything from the building settling to a bird flying past the window had you on edge.

Leaning down to spit the remainder of your toothpaste out, you let your guard down a tiny bit. Finishing rinsing your mouth out, when you brought your head back up from the sink a contorted face was behind you in your reflection. The horror that chilled your bones left you frozen when you made contact with a familiar pair of amber irises. The peeling skin on the red and black face behind you was enough to give you nightmares for the next five decades.

Your scream died in your throat, because who would believe you if you told them what you saw? Turning around to face your consternation, you were immediately stunned as you realized there was nothing behind you. It was just you in the bathroom and the now haunting sound of the faucet running. You tried to calm your breathing but you just decided to grab your bag and book it out of the bathroom suddenly not feeling safe, anywhere.

Going back inside your dorm, you were grateful that your class was online today. You didn’t think you’d be able to make it through the process of dressing yourself knowing there’d be a moment in time where you wouldn’t be able to see your surroundings. Grabbing your computer, you sat on Dalton’s bed, needing to be able to see every nook and cranny of the room. Logging into the video call for your class, you started to feel exhausted and almost estranged from your body.

You focused a little bit more when you heard your professor’s voice come through the speakers but it wasn’t for long until you felt yourself drifting away again. As your class was getting ready to wrap up, Dalton pushed through the door canvas first. You wouldn’t have noticed him if his canvas wasn’t whacking against the door. You gave him a small nod acknowledging him and stared back at your screen, almost getting lost in the pixels.

As your professor gave her goodbyes, you felt your eyes growing heavy and soon you were overcome with sleep. Realizing you could relax now with Dalton in the room with you. As your head bobbed, your body woke you up from the sudden movement and you felt like you weren’t connected with yourself. As if you were two separate entities but still in the same body. It felt like you were in a video game watching someone control you.

As Dalton set all of his stuff down, you stretched your arms out looking at him with unintentional doe eyes. He came over to you, letting you wrap your arms around his slim waist as his hands gently caressed your cheeks. Dropping his hands to your shoulders he tried to read your features before asking.

“Everything okay while I was gone?”

You thought about your answer for a moment, almost not wanting to share what you saw earlier today. It felt like something was blocking your ability to speak but you shoved the feeling down with the comfort of your worry standing right in front of you. If you guys were gonna get through this at all you had to be completely transparent with one another.

“I saw this thing while I was in the bathroom today. It had a red and black face and the same yellow eyes as you did last night. Scared the hell outta me.”

As you recited the event to Dalton, his eyes carried a knowing dread, but before he could get the chance to offer any deliberate thought, you suddenly felt overwhelmingly touchy. Pulling at his belt loops to bring him closer to you, you began bunting your face into his stomach. Needing to feel him on you in some sort of capacity.

You felt yourself beginning to drift away from your body again but this time you leaned into the feeling. Falling victim to a conjuration you weren’t even aware of yet. The moment in the bathroom where you held a deep gaze, full of terror with that decrepit monster was one where your body was no longer your own. You know you had to fight for the flesh vessel that was your own but the feelings you had brewing were taking precedence over the ordeal.

“Missed you today. It got so lonely while you were away.”

Dalton was in a state of muddled confusion. His hands were no longer offering you the comfort they did when he first came in, but now he was using them to push you away, attempting to get a better look at you. When you resisted him pushing your body away, he sighed above you trying to find his words.

“Y/n, we can’t just not talk about what you saw. That thing is haunting you now too.”

It was like listening to a conversation between two people inside your head. Whatever you wanted to say would die the moment you opened your mouth and something else wildly different would escape instead.

“I’m not afraid of it anymore–besides, I don’t wanna talk about it right now. I just want you.”

Patting his bed, you told him to sit which he did hesitantly. Once he was on your level, you nestled your head in the conjunction of his neck and shoulders meet. Inhaling his scent discreetly enough that it could be mistaken for a deep breath, his smell made you woozy. Intoxicated.

“I just wanna make you feel good.”

Your eyes were lidded so when Dalton craned his neck to respond to you, he couldn’t quite see your eyes.

“Y/n, I don’t think we should~mm!”

His words suddenly grew stale on his tongue as you moved your body to kiss him. As his eyes widened, you closed yours conveying your need for him. He took a few seconds to reciprocate the gesture, but once he did you took full opportunity to get him on his back and present himself to you. You broke the kiss so that his legs could fully get on the bed and you were swift to straddle him.

Gunning for his lips again, you didn’t give him much time for refusal. Your hands wandered his body committing all of curves to memory. Breaking the kiss, you allowed him to catch his breath but within seconds you were on his jawline placing open mouthed kisses along his skin. Moving your attack to his neck, you found his sweet spot tucked right below his ear. Dalton whined out and it was apparent that the noise that came out of him surprised him by how quickly he silenced himself. He couldn’t see it but there was a wicked smile that spread across your face knowing he was right where you needed him.

“Don’t go silent on me, baby. I wanna hear you scream.”

Licking a stripe up from the base of his neck to his sweet spot, you bit at the skin. A small moan followed by a hiss escaped his mouth and when you pulled away you were pleased that the mark you left looked similar to your own. You started to feel Dalton relax into the feeling of the pleasure you were giving him and you started to feel the bulge in his pants begin to strain against the fabric. Returning your assault to his slightly swollen lips now, you rolled your hips over his. Barely satisfying the ache you were beginning to feel pool between your legs.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from him and began to snake your hand down his body, your head hovering over the trail you made till you met the hem of his jeans. Taking one finger, you swiped across the fabric, your nails gently scratching at the skin above it. Goosebumps blooming across his skin, you heard him whine above you.

“Y/n/n, please.”

With the angle you were at, a derisive smirk cast on your face but Dalton couldn’t see that. Unbuckling his belt and undoing the zipper and button of his pants, you finally looked up at him. Your smirk turning into a full on grin when you saw the fear that quickly painted his features. His body froze and his breathing became labored, trying to persuade himself into thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. But as he blinked rapidly, the scene in front of him didn’t change.

Those golden irises had replaced the eyes he had grown so fond of. The grin that stayed plastered on your face was discomposing to him and gratifying to your own desire. You palmed his dick through the fabric and that motion brought him back to his body. Trying to squirm out from underneath you flared your hand and an invisible force kept his body pinned to the bed. Coming back up to be face to face with Dalton, your smile faded and your eyebrows furrowed with feigned worry.

Petting his cheek, he tried to move away from your hand but his attempt was futile. Whatever was pinning him down had no intentions of letting him go any time soon. With an ersatz version of sympathy painting your features you finally spoke. Your voice altered a familiar rasp in your tone.

“Don’t you want me, Dalton?”

Snaking back down to his undone pants, you pulled them off with his underwear just enough so that his weeping, blush tipped cock was freed from its confinements. As his cock rested on his stomach, you flattened your tongue to drag up from his balls to his tip. Dalton’s body reluctantly rolled up in reaction to how sensitive he was.

“Don’t you want me to make you feel good, baby?”

Grabbing the base of his cock, you gathered up enough spit to dangle a wad down onto his tip. Circling his tip with your tongue, your hand collected the spit and spread it down his shaft. Fully encasing your mouth around his tip, Dalton hissed at the unexpected action. Prodding your tongue out against his shaft every time your head bobbed down, Dalton’s body was squirming at the newfound euphoria he was feeling.

Picking up your pace, you slowed down every time his sounds got a little bit louder, wanting to see how long he could hold out for. As he involuntarily rolled his hips into your mouth, you pulled off of him completely causing a small whine to squeeze past his lips. Dalton was so wrapped up in the feeling of your body sending him into a state of sexual haze that almost forgot it wasn't really you. As your possessed form hovered over his face again, you continued to stroke his cock as you spoke.

“To think you spent all the time taking care of her last night just to let the same thing happen to you…”

Suddenly the pressure that he once felt on his body was gone and he turned his face away so he wouldn’t have to commit your yellowed eyes to memory. A flash of impassioned rage coursed through your veins as you brought your free hand to grab the sides of his face forcing him to look at you.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you. You’re both disgusting getting off on this, but for some reason, I think you’ll have an easier time admitting your guilt.”

Dalton’s eyes widened in fear and realization of what his body was about to release. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes rolled back allowing only the whites of his eyes to be seen. You relished in his irrefutable ecstasy and moved back down to his heavy cock. Wrapping your lips around his prurient length, you massaged his balls and with a few bobs of your head, Dalton released his load into your mouth. The velocity of his spurts of cum tickling the back of your throat.

Dalton was in a hazed rapture. Fighting with his morals of how wrong the situation was but how good it all felt. His legs stiffened and he fisted his hands into his sheets in a desperate attempt to ground himself from the absolute pleasure coursing through him. You continued sucking at his length, overstimulating, and milking him of all he had. The moans that left him were airy but frequent, with the occasional low tone coming through them. You couldn’t deny the pulsing that was happening between your legs every time a sound left him. He was completely at your mercy

“Stop stop stop.”

When the pleasure became too much, Dalton pushed at your head to get you off of him. The overstimulation pushed him to a state he had never been in before. As Dalton tried to catch his breath, you removed yourself from your underwear and placed your heat on top of his length rolling your hips to get some type of friction. You were hungry, needy for some type of sexual zeal and there was only one thing that could satisfy this ache. Dalton.

Dalton’s eyes were heavy and shameless, still recovering from the aftershocks of his orgasm he writhed in tandem with the movement of your hips. Slowly examining his face, you carded your fingers through his hair, moving back a few stray pieces. He looked completely fucked out, so much so that you almost felt he didn’t deserve anything else.

Placing your lips upon his, you dribbled some of his cum back into his mouth. His eyes blew open and his cries were muffled. The sudden taste of his own briny and tangy juices being spat into his mouth was more than unexpected. When you pulled away from him, there was a concoction of spit and cum smeared around his mouth. Gripping his face in your hand again, your amber eyes held a certain dominance and wicked enjoyment that sent chills up Dalton’s spine. Whether out of fear or arousal, he couldn't place nor did he have the capacity to after your demand.

“Swallow.”

As Dalton was overcome with an overzealous desire gift wrapped in terror, he failed to notice your body moving for its next attack. Before Dalton had the chance to realize what was going on, his ruined and wanton cock was slipped into your beatific cunt. The moan that left Dalton was whorish in nature and barely sounded like it was his own.

“Shit!”

Without missing a beat you began bouncing on his cock with complete and utter ardor and empressement. Each time your lower bodies connected your clit so deliciously rubbed against him sending lascivious chills across your skin and an aching pulse within your walls. Dalton’s head was rubbing into the pillow beneath him, his eyes closed in what felt like divine ecstasy. Again, you were met with an overwhelming urge to reprimand him. Raising your hand mid air, it gained enough speed to usher a slap that echoed in the room.

His eyes opened immediately, stupified by the sting that was spidering across the surface of his skin. Switching to roll your hips so you could get as much friction on your meretricious cunt. You were leaking all over him, your sickeningly angelic juices were marking him as your own. Panting and grounding himself to find his voice, Dalton looked up at you, eyes and body drunk on your pussy.

“Why, why did you slap me?”

Something similar to a growl rumbled in your throat as a sinful giggle left your mouth.

“Aww, baby, did it hurt? Here, I’ll kiss it better.”

Slowing down your hips, you leaned forward and sloppily licked over Dalton’s cheek and then leaving what resembled a tender kiss on his skin. The small act of tenderness made a glimmer of hope bubble in his stomach thinking that maybe the worst was over. But as you moved away from his cheek, he was unfortunately still met with your yellowed irises. Dalton didn’t have long to stare before you ducked your head down again, licking at the barely dried concoction of cum and spit that was still littered around his mouth.

Cleaning up the mess with your tongue you straightened yourself out, placing your hands on his torso taking him in in such a state. Caressing your hands down the sides of his ribcage a filthy idea conquered your mind. Grabbing Dalton’s wrists, you placed his hands on your hips and smiled down at him.

“Fuck me. Like it’s the only thing your good for. Make me cum.”

Like a dog, he was quick to action. Situating himself so that he had better leverage, Dalton began pounding into you from underneath. He was whining, whimpering, and had the most endearing face of focus. Eyebrows furrowed, lips curled around his teeth trying to pacify his sounds, and a thin sheen of sweat on his brow.

“Fuck! I-I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last. Y/n~ah!”

“Aww, you’re gonna cum? Did you ask if you could fucking cum?”

“No, no I didn’t. I’m s-sorry.”

You gripped his face again, making sure that he’d see flash images of this for days. Pushing on the sides of cheeks, you forced his mouth to pry open prepping a wad of spit in your own.

“Open.”

Dalton complied and you set free the wad of spit directly into his mouth and he swallowed without instruction to do so. With his hips stilled you started bouncing on his cock again, relishing in how each inch slid in and out of you. The stretch of his length alerting you to something else. Your walls were clenching around his throbbing cock and he moaned out in protest.

“Please, please let me cum!”

“Beggin' now?”

Your tone was disgustingly smug, the demon possessing you well aware of what it was doing to your relationship. As if someone just woke you up from a nap, suddenly the pleasure that your body was feeling was becoming more and more overwhelming. You were becoming more aware and what entity that was fronting as you was beginning to fade away. Dalton’s voice hissing out in utter euphoria brought you back to your body completely.

“Fuck, please! I can’t hold it.”

You couldn’t stop your body from its carnal instinct to keep moving and to run over that precipice of full body bliss. As the warmth exploded in your core, your body gushed over Dalton’s. The euphoria your body felt unable to control how it escaped you. As you were coming down from your high, your body was still moving and you felt your walls become stained with a fountain of ivory strokes. The sound that left Dalton was so choked and full of fervor, you couldn’t help the involuntary fluttering your flooded pussy had around his cock.

The room was sticky and hot, the only sound being the heavy breaths from both of you trying to calm your bodies down. You weren’t sure whether to move or to just continue staring at Dalton’s limp form. Running your hands through his hair, his eyes fluttered open, more than delighted to see the warmness of your eyes back. The vibrant yellow hue nowhere to be seen. The confused haze you were in earlier was not present either. You were completely aware and were contending with the fact that it happened again. What you didn’t expect was the faint apology that came from Dalton.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

“For what?”

“All of this.”

You sighed not entirely sure if you should be having this conversation while he was still winding down and still inside of you.

“Let’s save the serious conversations for when we’re not fucked out and the room doesn’t smell of sex.”

Dalton chuckled lightly, feeling so relieved that it was you again. His intuition hadn’t proved him wrong yet but he felt like there was no way this could occur a third time. Whatever that entity wanted it got and that was satisfactory enough for him. Sliding off of Dalton, you laid on your side next to him.

“We should probably go wash up, huh?”

Dalton nodded but he didn’t make any motion to move. Instead, he grabbed your body and pulled you closer to him.

“Yeah, but let’s just lay here for a moment. I need to remember what you feel like.”

Letting your hand wander up to his hair again, you carded through his locks admiring his face. He leaned into the feeling, pushing his face into your hand as you caressed down his face. Swiping your thumb across his cheek a small shred of doubt crept up.

“We gonna be okay?”

Dalton laughed through his nose, the sentiment absolving you of your doubt.

“Yeah, y/n. We’re gonna be okay.”

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 1 month

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Star Stickers

Summary: Buck & Tommy devise a plan to cheer you up since you haven’t been sleeping well due to insomnia.

TW/CW: Evan Buckley & Tommy Kinard x Platonic!Reader, Fluff, Insomnia, Self Doubt

Requested?: No

Word Count: 2,941

A/N: Ngl this was entirely inspired by my desire to have someone in my life who surprises me with gold star stickers, that desire was inspired by a text post on here that says “I’m a gold star bisexual. The gold star has nothing to do with my bisexuality, I’ve just been very good today & I deserve it.” Anyway, hope you enjoy the fluff. Much love to all! Requests are Open!

P.S. I just want a couple of gay besties that let me be a child every now & then... is that too much to ask?

--- Your POV ---

As I hop down out of the fire truck and trudge up the stairs to the coffee maker, Buck lovingly greets his boyfriend Tommy who has stopped by for lunch before they follow me up. In my sleep deprived and pissed at life state, I completely miss any and all other interactions. Truth be told the only reason I even noticed Tommy is here is because he ruffled my hair when I passed them.

I'm pouring what feels like my thousandth cup of coffee since breakfast this morning when Buck leans against the counter beside me, "How many cups of coffee is that today? I think you've set a new record."

From the table, Eddie looks up and raises his own mug of coffee, "Uh uh, I've got that record set at seven," before going back to his phone.

�� I roll my eyes, "This is number eight, Eddie. Nice try." He only shakes his head and takes another sip.

Leaning against the counter across from me, Tommy's eyes nearly pop out of his skull, "(Y/N)... that's way too much coffee for one day."

I shrug and make my way over to plop down on a couch and drop my head back to rest on the cushions. I am soon joined by Buck beside me and Tommy who takes a seat on the coffee table. I pout at him which makes him chuckle, "What are you pouting about?"

I playfully stomp my feet a couple times, "I was gonna put my feet there."

Buck nudges me, "Just do what I do," before propping his feet up on Tommy's thigh. I look at Buck's boots and then mine before shrugging and resting mine on Tommy's knee. Tommy simply shakes his head and they strike up a conversation.

Before long, Cap is calling us all to the table to eat. As soon as I sit down, I flop my head over onto my forearms. To my right, Eddie sighs, "Why haven't you been sleeping?"

Without lifting my head, I shrug, "Between working doubles, insomnia, and noisy neighbors I just can't."

To my left, on the other side of Buck, Tommy tuts, "Do I need to dope you up with Benadryl?"

I lift my head finally as Buck scoops food onto a plate in front of me, "Please don't. I still owe the hat man money and even with all these doubles I can't pay him yet." Everyone at the table shakes their heads this time. They all know how bad my insomnia gets at times, so they're pretty familiar with my sleep deprived state. What they're not familiar with is the thoughts that keep me awake at night and create a void that should be filled by sleep. I always just blame the insomnia on something less concerning.

--- Third Person POV ---

That evening as Buck and Tommy make their way into their apartment, Buck is concerned, "Do you think there's anything we could do to help (Y/N)?"

"Well, she vetoed my suggestion of Benadryl, so not really," Tommy responds as he shuffles through the mail in his hands.

Buck wanders off to the bedroom to change, raising his voice a bit so Tommy can hear him, "No, I know we can't really help with the insomnia. Me and Eddie already tried. I mean to like cheer her up."

Tommy enters the room as Buck is exiting to make dinner, "I don't know. Did you have something in mind?"

Buck is still thinking, tomatoes on the cutting board in front of him, when Tommy joins him in the kitchen. Saying nothing, Tommy grabs a knife from the knife block, holding it out in front of his distracted boyfriend. Buck snaps to and takes the knife to begin cutting up the tomatoes, "I can't really think of anything. I was hoping you had some suggestions." Tommy retrieves two beers from the fridge, cracking them both open before leaning against the counter beside Buck to take a sip of one, placing the other beside the cutting board. He takes a few more sips as he thinks.

Tommy has noticed how similar you and Buck are in the somewhat short time he's known you. He's noticed that a lot of the things that spark Buck's interest also spark yours and how you both get excited over similar things. He has an idea of where to start, "What's something that would instantly brighten your mood on a rainy day?"

Buck grins, "Seeing my hot pilot boyfriend but I don't think that would cheer (Y/N) up as much as it would me."

Tommy chuckles, shaking his head, "No, silly, something someone could give you or do for you," he clarifies, quickly adding, "regardless of who it is and something we could also do for (Y/N)." Buck is quiet for a moment before mumbling something that Tommy can't quite make out, "Baby, speak up please."

Buck takes a deep breath and sets the knife down. He turns to Tommy as he picks up his beer and takes a sip before repeating, "Gold stars."

Slightly surprised, Tommy tilts his head, "What do you mean?"

Buck smiles wide, "When I was little Maddie used to give me little gold star stickers whenever I did well on a homework assignment or test, even for not-so-great grades like Bs and Cs. I always kept the stickers because for some reason they made me feel really happy and proud."

Tommy is unsure, "So, you're suggesting we give our friend, who's a grown woman mind you, gold star stickers to cheer her up?"

Tomatoes forgotten, Buck sets his beer back down and insists, "Yes! She'd love it, I swear. One time on a callout she was taking care of a little girl while her mom was being bandaged up. The little girl was coloring the whole time and chatting to (Y/N) about what she was coloring and all kinds of other stuff.” Tommy has to dodge as Buck talks with his hands, “When it came time to leave, the little girl ran up to us as we were heading back to the truck. (Y/N) squatted down to see what she needed and the little girl stuck a unicorn sticker to her shirt pocket and then yelled, 'Thank you' as she ran back to her mom. I've never seen (Y/N) smile that big before."

Tommy thinks he's done but before he can even open his mouth to respond, Buck gasps, "And remember that time a bunch of us went to the beach? She had been wandering up and down the sand randomly picking stuff up and then when Maddie yelled at her to see if she wanted to go get ice cream, she ran over to us and was super excited to show us all the sea glass and shells she had collected in her shirt."

Tommy decides to make sure this time, "You done?"

Buck thinks for a second, placing his hands on his hips, "That depends. Are you convinced that we should stop and get gold star stickers before you drop me off at work in the morning?"

Tommy laughs as he answers, "Yes, Evan. We can stop and get gold star stickers in the morning."

The next morning, Buck directs Tommy to a local craft store where he had recently helped Chris buy stuff for a school art project. The two make their way inside but have to ask for help finding the stickers. Tommy chooses to ignore the judgmental look on the little old lady's face since Buck very clearly misses it, too busy craning his neck to see if he can spot what they came for. She leads them toward the back of the store and points down an aisle full of stickers. Tommy notices her shake her head as she walks away but is quickly distracted by the golden retriever stuck inside his 6' 2", muscular, firefighter boyfriend.

Tommy smiles brightly as he watches Buck make his way down the aisle, scanning for and collecting any sticker packs with shiny stars in them. When he returns to Tommy, bouncing with excitement, his hands are full of different sticker packs that he shuffles through to show him, "Which ones do you think she'd like most?" There's all different sizes and colors of stars, some have other sticker shapes mixed in; others are very clearly marketed toward teachers who use them to reward young students.

Tommy places his hands over Buck's to stop his indecisive shuffling, "Let's start by eliminating any that aren't just stars." Buck shuffles through and hands the rejected packs to Tommy who quickly puts them back where they belong. When he returns, Buck has tucked a few packs under his arm and is staring back and forth at the three remaining packs in his hands.

"Whatcha got?" Tommy asks looking down at the stickers. He finds that Buck is trying to decide between a pack that has only gold stars in varying sizes, a pack that has rainbow-colored stars that are all the same size, and a pack that has different pastel-colored glittery stars in a few different sizes.

"Yeah no," he says as he gently removes the glitter stars from Buck's choices and places them back where they belong. He knows you'd kill them for giving you the craft herpes that is glitter and to him you don't really seem like the pastel type. When he turns around to rejoin him, Buck is already heading toward the front.

When he finally catches up to Buck, he's handing both the gold and rainbow packs to a younger cashier who smiles brightly when she sees them, "Aw these are cute! Are you getting them for your kid?"

Buck laughs softly, "Uh no, just- just trying to brighten up a friend's day." She smiles at him and nods as she rings them up. She gives him the total as Buck taps his card on the pin pad. Once the receipt shoots out and Buck collects the stickers, the two make their way back to the Jeep to head to the 118, deciding that Buck could hang onto the gold stars and Tommy could man the rainbow stars. Somehow, they still make it there before you.

--- Your POV ---

After yet another night of tossing and turning, I trudge into the fire house like a zombie looking for brains, except I just want coffee. I make my way to the locker room, change clothes, and head upstairs b-ling straight for the coffee maker. My path is blocked by Buck and Tommy who are both leaning on the counter in front of the wonderful machine of caffeinated goodness with their arms crossed looking like they were expecting me. I join them and attempt to shove them out of my way but they won't budge. Instead, Buck turns his back toward me and pours coffee into a mug before facing me again and holding it out to me.

I take it gratefully and enjoy a sip before they both reach up and stick something to my forehead. Bewildered, I look up toward my hairline before deciding I don't have it in me to give a shit right now. I plop into one of the chairs at the table, stickers still on my forehead, and drop my chin into my palm. "Did you get-" Eddie looks up from his phone and grins. His eyes cut behind me where Tommy and Buck are approaching, "Who's idea was that?" he asks pointing at my forehead.

Tommy takes a seat beside me, sipping his own cup of coffee, "Let's see, maybe the one who can't sit still," he smiles as he points his thumb behind us at Buck who is bouncing on the balls of his feet, "because he's too excited to see her reaction when she sees them."

I look back at Buck whose smile is so big it looks painful. Sighing I pull my phone out and open the camera. There I find two stars on my forehead; one is rainbow and the other is slightly bigger and gold. I can't help but smile so big it probably matches Buck's as I look back at him again. He does a little happy dance before getting very close to Tommy's face, "I told you she'd like them." I quickly snap a photo in which you can clearly see the two stars on my forehead as well as Buck and Tommy, who are still in very close proximity, smiling at each other before putting my phone away. Soon a conversation picks up as Buck sits down on the other side of me.

At some point I decide that I need to find some paper to keep my stars on because I can't exactly walk around all day with my face covered in stickers, Buck has added two more since the first two. I also can't bring myself to just throw them away either. Having no luck elsewhere I make my way to Bobby's office and knock softly. He answers and when I open the door, he laughs, "Whatcha got there?"

I look up toward the stars and smile, "Gifts from Buck and Tommy. I was wondering if I could have a piece of paper to put them on."

Bobby nods, handing me a sheet of printer paper, "Of course," and as I turn to leave, peeling the stars from my forehead and placing them on their new home, he adds, "It's good to see you smiling again (Y/N)."

I give him a big smile, "Thanks, Cap."

A little while later, Tommy is heading out to go grocery shopping and clean up their apartment. Eddie and I follow as Buck is walking Tommy out. Tommy stops when he notices me. He backtracks to me as he pulls his sticker pack out of his back pocket. After placing a new sticker on the tip of my nose, he hands the pack to Eddie, "Hit her when she least expects it." Eddie nods, watching as I remove the sticker from my nose and add it to my collection with a big smile on my face. Tommy ruffles my hair before rejoining Buck at the door and heading out.

Throughout the rest of the day, Buck and Eddie take their sticker duties very seriously. At one point, from upstairs I notice them over by the engine whispering to each other. When they catch me watching, Eddie sassily shoos me away with sticker pack in hand making Buck laugh heartily. Not long after that, I am bombarded by not one, not two but six star stickers. Each one from a different member of the team.

After a particularly grueling call out, I sit with my head leaned against the window. In my peripheral, I notice Buck and Eddie make eye contact and nod at each other before both of them reach in their pockets, pick out a sticker, and slap them both on my forehead. Every chance they can, they are stickering me. I walk around the corner coming from the bathroom, sticker. I pour myself a cup of coffee, sticker. I'm helping Hen take inventory in the ambulance, sticker. Every single sticker makes me smile.

By the time Tommy arrives to pick Buck up that evening, I'm pretty sure Buck and Eddie are both out of stickers and my printer paper is getting full. As we are walking to our vehicles, Buck rushes over to meet Tommy, who is leaning against the door of his jeep, before we can and whispers something to him. Tommy's face breaks into a big smile. I'm dropping my bag into the passenger seat of my Bronco when Tommy places what feels like a big sticker right in the middle of my forehead, "Buck said he saved the biggest one for me since I wasn't here all day like they were."

I grin and look around at my three friends, "Thank you guys. You genuinely made my day," I look down at the paper in my hands as I peel the newest star off my forehead and place it with the others, "I don't think you realize how much this means to me."

Tommy ruffles my hair, "Anytime, kiddo. Besides, I don't think you realize how much joy this whole thing has brought Evan." We both look at Buck who is grinning as wide as humanly possible.

Buck pulls me into a hug, "If you ever need a star sticker day again, just say the word." I nod as he pulls away.

Eddie places his hand on my shoulder, "He's being dead serious."

I laugh, "I know. I will." With that, the four of us are parting ways and heading home. On my way home, all I can think about is how happy I am to have such amazing people in my life. Often, the most prominent insomnia inducing thought at night is that of loneliness. I've spent hours lying awake at night wondering if I actually have people who care about me or if they just let me hang around because they pity me. I wonder if I even deserve to have them around. After a day full of stickers, I truly believe that my team genuinely cares about me. Why else would Buck and Tommy get up early to buy star stickers before work? Why would Cap smile so big just because I'm smiling. Why would everyone get such a kick out of getting to put a sticker on my face? They care about me and I care about them. They mean the world to me. They are my stars.

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A little piece I wrote expanding on the Everlark beach scene because I got hung up on this detail:

“I do,” I say. “I need you.” He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss. I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking.

“Katniss…” I feel Peeta’s lips move away from mine as he says my name, feel him tilting his head with its ruffled blonde waves to the side, his eyes closed as he breathes out a sigh. I feel my forehead wrinkle as I frown with my own eyes still closed. I open them to see myself staring at his profile as he looks down at the golden necklace between us. I know he wants to resume our conversation but my mind is stuck on his lips. How warm and soft they felt against my own. He opens his mouth again but I lean forwards and kiss his cheek. Work my way back to his lips with a trail of little kisses. When I reach the corner of his mouth, he tries again. “Katniss, listen…”

I shut him up by capturing his lips with mine again, tilting his face towards me with two fingers on his jaw. I feel him relent for a moment as his mouth opens to meet mine. Feel him meet the quiet moan that escapes my lips with his own as our tongues graze each other. His hands reach up to cradle my face as he deepens the kiss. And then they’re at my shoulders holding me away from him. I open my eyes, startled. My lips burning from where his own were just seconds ago. Everything around us remains unchanged. The sleeping victors, the sand and the sky, but Peeta’s eyes are dark and intense as they stare me down. His own cheeks burning pink with the same heat that I feel envelop my whole body.

“Katniss. We need to talk ab—”

I catch him unaware by moving out of his grasp and towards him. I’m kneeling in front of him, on him, one of my legs placed in between his as I straddle his thigh. The golden necklace lays forgotten by his side. Peeta looks down at where our bodies meet and then looks back up at my face. I reach my hands up and place them on his chest, moving my face closer to his. His takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes. I stop when my forehead meets his and wait. Our breaths mingle together in the warm, humid arena air. I take in Peeta’s eyelashes, the feel of him beneath me. I can feel his brain humming with unspoken words and thoughts. And desire, I hope.

“What could there be to talk about right now?” I whisper, as my hands climb further to hold his face in my hands, tilting his face up to me. He looks up at me considering this as my finger traces circles against his jaw, but his arms move to wrap around my waist. I move my lips closer to his, my body burning everywhere it touches him and everywhere he touches me.

Peeta’s eyes slowly shut as he closes the distance between us, meeting my lips again. And then I’m hitching my leg further over his other leg, until I’m fully nestling against his body and his arms are tightening around me. I feel greedy as my hands move from his face to his jaw, to his chest and torso and to his hair. There’s not a part of him that my hands don’t want to savour as our lips come together again and again. His own hands wander up and down my back, leaving a trail of heat wherever they graze as our kisses deepen and deepen. His hands are in my hair and tracing the sides of my face. His lips open against mine and my tongue moved to find his. Everywhere. He’s everywhere.

The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #the hunger games #thg #peeta x katniss #katniss x peeta #katniss and peeta #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark

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ken-dom · 1 year

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Did I Dream That?

Holland March x gn!reader

Summary: Holland had a great time last night. You were amazing, apparently.

Warnings/content: nsfw, oral (reader receiving - gender neutral), cream pie, alcohol, smoking

‘Mmhph,’ Holland mumbled into your chest as his eyes slowly blinked open. His eyelids were still heavy and felt as though they were glued together, so he gave up and just squinted at you through one. ‘You were amazing last night.’

You’d been awake combing your fingers through his messy hair for the past hour, watching him snore and drool onto your chest, wondering what he was smiling at in his dreams.

‘Why, what did I do last night?’

Holland chuckled, rounding off his soft laughter with a dreamy sigh. ‘You know…’

‘No? I really don’t… I came to bed to find you here passed out already, took your suit off and tucked you in… but I wouldn’t call that amazing, Holland, I do that frequently. Frankly, it was amazing that you’d actually made it into bed for once.’

‘Nooo,’ Holland moaned playfully, lifting his head and regretting it immediately when a painful stream of sharp sunlight hit his eye. ‘After that! I was awake and we… we made love!’ Always one for upholding an air of romance, he whispered the last two words as though they were dirty.

You laughed, shaking your head. ‘I promise you we didn’t.’

‘We didn’t?’

‘Let’s see. I watched a movie that you snored through, then I switched the lamp off, laid down and went to sleep. I woke up an hour ago and you were still unconscious.’

‘No?!’ he gasped.

‘Holland, we didn’t make love, I swear it.’

‘Oh shit! Did I dream that?!’

You smiled, shifting down to place a tender kiss at his sweaty forehead. ‘Yeah. I think so, baby.’

‘Jesus Christ… did I…’ he lifted the covers and tilted his head to peer beneath them. You bent your head under the sheets too, wondering what on earth he was looking for. ‘I didn’t. Phew! That would have been embarrassing.’

You realised he was checking to see if he’d actually had an orgasm in his sleep. You’d seen Holland cum in his trousers just from your teasing before, make a mess of the bathroom at a house party he’d dragged you to for a case (those poor towels), get hard at the most inappropriate times… but this would have been embarrassing?

You laughed again, and he joined you this time, although you weren’t sure he actually understood what you were laughing at.

‘I’m sorry. I should really make it up to you. You’ve missed out… you deserve the climax you had in my dream. Come here-’

He leaned in to kiss you, the taste of last nights alcohol filling your mouth and the faint smell of cigarette smoke combined with his cologne filling your nose.

It was an intense kiss, breathing him in, taking his eager tongue into your mouth, his moustache pricking at your face.

It was like drowning in him, and you felt arousal stirring between your thighs fast.

He pushed a knee between your legs and rolled you over so he was on top of you, resting between your legs, and began taking his time trailing wet kisses down your throat, over your collar bone and to your chest.

‘Mmm that feels nice,’ you breathed, stretching under the weight of him.

‘Wait until you see what I did in my dream,’ he smirked as he moved his lips over your belly and lower.

Your back arched as his tongue began to work it’s magic.

‘H-Holland- oh!’

Pleasure washed over you in a seamless haze again and again, and you wondered when he would come up for air (or need a cigarette), but he just carried on as you came and came and came again on his tongue and fingers, your own fingers wound tightly in his hair beneath the sheet and your thighs clamped around his head.

He did stop eventually though, not least because he had leaked so much precum onto the bedsheet it was becoming uncomfortable to stay down there much longer.

He came up to face you again, his moustache wet and sticky, and kissed you fiercely as he slid his throbbing cock inside, snapping his hips hard until he shuddered, filling you up.

‘UGHhhh!’ he groaned as the force of his release ripped through him and you clenched around him, finding release again.

His forehead fell onto yours, and as he caught his breath, you held him close.

‘Good as your dream?’ you panted when he rolled off you and flopped onto the pillows.

But Holland was rendered speechless — you supposed he had put his tongue through a work out after all — but he nodded and whined as he lit a cigarette. Considering he’d only climaxed once, he looked absolutely beat.

‘Don’t wanna get up. I wanna stay here all day,’ he mumbled.

‘Well, it’s only eight am. Holly’s at Janet’s-’

‘Jessica’s.’

‘Jessica’s,’ you corrected yourself, ‘so, we could spare another hour… maybe in the shower?’

His eyes popped open and he instantly dropped his cigarette into the ashtray on the bedside table to dive onto you again, accidentally banging his head against the headboard in the process.

Not appearing to have noticed his head bump, he grinned down at you wickedly before climbing off the bed and holding his hand out to you.

‘Hey, look at that. I just needed motivation.’

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potol0ver · 1 year

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Can you write an Erik x GN reader fic where the reader has frequent nightmares, and Erik comforts them?

Omg yes- fluff time ✨

Am I writing for this ask months after it was submitted- yes, yes I am- sue me

But seriously sorry for the wait a lot of irl stuff was happening.

Tags; just soft sweet heart Erik and mentions of nightmares.

It was the dead of night and you should be sleeping, but all you could do is lay there staring at whatever is in front of you. It was another night that a nightmare caused you to wake up prematurely from sleep. What was it now? Fifth, sixth, time this week?

You didn’t remember and didn’t care to. You just want a good night sleep, and apparently that’s to much to ask for. Sitting up and tossing your legs over the side of your bed you rub your eyes. Stretching a little you prepare to descend to your lover, if you’re going to be awake at this ungodly hour you might at well spend it with him.

Grabbing a small candle and putting on a pair of slippers you find the nearest catacombs entrance and walk down into the labyrinth. Some may say it’s foolish to walk in the catacombs without a map, but you have visited Erik enough times to memorize the pathway to his home. It was truly second nature.

As you got closer to him, you could hear music echoing on the walls. You chuckle to yourself, “of course he’s composing.” You say to yourself teasing him lovingly. He truly adored his music, but he adored you more. So when Erik realized you we’re walking to him, a smile graced his features.

“Mon amour!” Erik said sighing happily and walked up to you from his place at his organ. It was obvious when he was love stricken, he had a big smile and eyes that went half lidded yet still had a slight shine in them. You swear if he had a tail like a dog it’d be wagging uncontrollably at this moment.

“Hi my love,” your voice drenched in fatigue, “how are you tonight?” You say smiling up at him.

He takes the candle out of your hand and takes in his, kissing the back of it softly. “Perfect now that’s you’re by my side, but I have to ask, why are you done here at this hour? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

His worry and sweet words make you swoon for him, remembering how in the first place you came to love this brilliant mind. “I had another nightmare.”

“Another?” The smile he had got replaced by a frown. “That’s the fifth night this week.” Erik’s voice filled with worry as he pulls you closer to him, he holds your waist gently and kisses the top of your head. “What can I do mon amor? Do you want to talk about them? I promise nothing shall harm you while I’m here.”

“Im afraid I’m to tired to speak about my nightmares, but trust me my love I know I’m safe with you.” Happy he brought you so close to him, you lay your head against his chest, arms wrapping around his torso. “Please for a moment just hold me.”

More than happy to do as you said, he gently brought you over to his bed and held you. Arms wrapped around each other, soothing one another with your presence, it felt heavenly. After a while of comfortable silence Erik speaks, “If there is anything else I can do for you mon ange, tell me, I won’t hesitate to do it.” His hand gently petting the back of your head makes you melt into him more.

A grin tugs at your lips “I’m not sure, I love your touch, but your music also comforts me.” You could hear Erik’s heartbeat go faster, you didn’t need to see his face to know he’s flustered by your words and actions.

“Well…” he pauses thinking for a moment, eyes looking around trying to figure something out. “How about I play some music for you, you can sleep here in my bed- if you wish of course.” He became shy at the thought of you sleeping in his bed like it’s the first time you’ve done it. In reality you have slept in his bed as much as you’ve slept in your own.

You smile up at him and nod, “that sounds perfect, thank you my love.” You say relieved you’ll finally sleep soundly, giving Erik a peck on the cheek. His face immediately grew warm as a small grin showed. He might be the ‘scary’ and infamous Opera Ghost, but he truly was so smitten with you he acts like a love sick school girl.

Giggling quietly with a grin, you raise up from him so he could get up. Sad you had to let him go you plopped down on his bed, making yourself comfortable. Unlike your own bed his seems to feel like sleep itself is cradling you, if his bed was actually this good is debatable. It could just feel that way to you because it was his and had his scent.

Once you hear him playing his music, you couldn’t possibly stay awake now. You could feel your body relax against the bed, warm from the cool air around you. Letting his music lull you to sleep, you slept soundly with happy dreams that’s night.

#phantom of the opera x reader #erik poto #erik destler #erik destler x reader #erik x reader #phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera fluff

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gaystayzennie · 6 months

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I Did Everything I Was Supposed To Do (pt.1)

Haechan x male reader

Summary: Finals week turns out to be the final breaking point for y/n, but luckily Haechan is around right when you need him

Warnings: fluff, some angst: homophobia, allusions to panic disorder, stress

“Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot about the final on Monday. Fuck fuck fuck” Y/n cursed under his breath as he walked as fast as he could toward the entrance to his boyfriend’s place. Y/n had a million things to do the next few days already, and now he had a final to cram for on top of it all. “One thing at a time” he told himself knowing it’s what Hyuck would tell him if they were together right now. He didn’t really listen to this advice of course… especially coming from his own mouth instead of his cute adorable boyfriend.Oh God. I wish he was here so bad. But Haechan was still at the dance studio and would be for the next several hours. That’s why y/n was even entering Haechan’s apartment right now in the first place; Daegal needed to be taken out while Haechan was gone.

He HAD to have his stupid extra long dance rehearsal today of course. On the day where he already had to finish a ton of assignments and now cram for a test. Y/n quickly threw his backpack on the ground and sprinted over to daegal scooping her up before she even knew what was happening. While he waited for Daegal to do her business and walk around a little, y/n got back to planning his study schedule in his head. If I start by studying for the exam… I can trade every 45 minutes from cramming to working on the lab report for my other class. Fuck! That depends on whether the others ever filled in their data. Ok so I’ll save that for the end and work on the PowerPoint instead even though it’s due the longest from now. As long as I cut myself off at around 1:00 am, that should be enough sleep to take the exam at 9:30 the next day. It was going to be a rough night, but y/n decided he’d just have to work away and hope for the best.

Y/N went back inside and scooped his backpack up again to go work in Hyuck’s bedroom. He found the smell of his boyfriend clinging to the room to be extremely comforting and he hoped it would help him stay calm and focused on his work. He opened up his laptop to the lecture notes for the exam and began skimming them for any confusing topics that jumped out at him. What the? I only know like 2 of these concepts?? I’m screwed. Y/N new from plenty of old tests that it would only make things worse if he worried about it now, and feeling himself start to panic, he decided to work on the PowerPoint instead. He figured he should just finish all his other assignments so that he could then spend the entire rest of the night studying.

An hour into working on the PowerPoint y/n’s phone buzzed. He opened it to find a message from one of his lab partners that read “hey y/n I’m really sorry but I’m actually boarding a plane right now so I’m not gonna be able to finish my part of the lab. Maybe you can ask [partner name 2] for her data? I think she got mine down too.”

Y/n: “I’ll ask her.”

Partner 1: “KK.”

“Gotta go, sorry again!”

Partner 2: “Shit. I don’t have her values either y/n. I’m pretty sure that part of the lab was online though, so one of us can just do the lab at home right now.”

“Oh wait actually, I have to take both of my finals on Monday. It’s due Tuesday right? So I won’t have time to do her part. Y/n any chance you can do it?”

Y/n: “ I only have one midterm tomorrow… I guess I can do it if no one else can.”

Partner 2: “Ur the best bro! Tysm <3”

Y/n: …

Fuck me. How am I supposed to do [p/n 1]’s work for them on top of everything else? Y/n barely had enough time to do all his work as it was. And he had done all of HIS work on the lab already too. He thought he’d just quickly analyze his partner’s data and then turn it in… but no. This is totally unfair. I have more work than either of them, and I’m doing their work for them too on top of it all. Y/n’s eyes grew misty for a second threatening to turn into tears, but y/n shook his head hard and the urge to cry went away for now. He had to get back to— wait no. He needed to cook dinner. With no Hyuck home to cook dinner like usual, he was going to starve if he didn’t make something for himself. Standing up quickly y/n smacked his arm on Hyuck’s dresser skinning it in the process. Great. Now he was bleeding. And it had gotten on his white shirt too. Except it wasn’t his shirt, it was his boyfriend’s shirt that he had borrowed. Y/n was this close to screaming in frustration, but stripped off the shirt quickly and made his way to the bathroom to clean the spot before it stained. And of course, he needed to throw it in the washer if he really didn’t want it to stain, and that meant he should really just do all of Haechan’s laundry now. So heart now racing in a slight panic, y/n gathered the laundry and started the cycle as quickly as possible so that he could start on dinner.

Opting for the most time efficient option, y/n grabbed some pasta and left it to boil while he got back to work for a few minutes. There sure was a lot on his mind now between the pasta he was cooking, Daegal (who he suddenly remembered needed to be fed as well), the lab report, the final exam in a day, Haechan’s laundry that still needed to be dried, folded, and put away, and the millions of other things he needed to get done before going home to his family at the end of the week. And the trip home would be another ordeal that required a lot of planning and prep work. Y/n had a lot of problems at home due to his conservative family and their recent discovery that he was dating Haechan. But that’s silly. I shouldn’t worry about that right now. And it’s not like it’s anything new knowing they all disapprove of my “lifestyle choice”. That’s old news, and I need to focus on this. Y/n went back to his multitasking and eventually got Daegal fed, the laundry in the dryer, and got a good portion of the lab done.

At 10:30 y/n finally felt satisfied with the PowerPoint and had finished collecting most of the data his partner was supposed to do. So he went to wash all the dishes he had left out at dinner and put away the leftovers as a quick study break. He smiled at the pasta he’d saved for Haechan knowing it would make his boyfriend’s day to find food ready for him after a long night of dance practice. When he walked back into Hyuck’s bedroom to finish the lab, he noticed several notifications on his phone again.

Mom: Hey you’re coming home on Wednesday right? You’ll be done with finals week by then?

Dad: Hey y/n you better have a gift ready for your mother when you come home on Tuesday. She’s still pretty upset about Haechan, so you should really try to make her feel better.

Bro: Dude mom and dad are pissed cuz dad thought you were coming home Tuesday after your final, and then mom told him you said Wednesday. So he flipped and said you were probably staying longer to fuck Haechan or something

Y/N: I told them both Wednesday. I AM spending Tuesday night at Hyuck’s place. But I just wanted a night to relax before immediately coming home

Don’t tell them that… just say I’m busy or something

Bro: sorry bro, that’s not gonna work. You better come home Tuesday or they’re gonna make the trip absolute hell for you

Y/N: fuck ok fine, I’ll make it work

Y/n was getting more and more stressed by the second. And now he wouldn’t even get any sort of buffer between finals week and seeing his family. And fuck he had that feeling in his head- that feeling of anxiety setting in- making him slightly dizzy and his chest tight. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna have a panic attack. I know it’s coming. Should I call Hyuck? He should be on his way home by now anyway right? Ok fuck. Yeah he should call his boyfriend. Maybe he could talk him through it. He prayed he was right and Hyuck would actually answer his phone, and to his relief, Hyuck answered right away.

“y/n! I’m on my way home and practice went pretty well! I think the show is going to be really good this quarter. Have you made dinner yet? And how’s the studying going?” He was so excited to hear his y/n ie’s voice on the phone. “Hyuck.” Y/n felt the lump in his throat form and wasn’t able to get out the rest of your words as he broke into tears. “Y/n? What’s wrong love? Are you ok?” No words came out of y/n as he began to hyperventilate. Haechan could hear y/n’s shallow breathing and put together that he must be having a panic attack. He assured y/n he’d be there in the next ten minutes and stayed on the phone with him until he rushed through the door exactly ten minutes later, Immediately making his way over to y/n huddled in the corner of his bed crying and hyperventilating. From past experience he knew y:n liked him to stay close until he was able to calm down and talk.

Haechan slowly climbed into the bed, sliding his body between your back and the bed frame, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting bear hug. “I’ve got you y/n. I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere.” Y/n began shaking in Haechan’s arms unable to fully process what was happening with his mind completely taken over by panic at this point. Haechan rested his chin on y/n’s soft hair and hummed a song. Y/n did his best to focus on the light vibrations on his head from Haechan’s tune. “I’ll just talk about my day a little too ok y/n? Squeeze my hand if you’d like that.” Y/n’s eyes remained squeezed tight, and his body was still trembling, but he gives Haechan’s hand a light squeeze back. “Ok love. Let’s see… I saw Jungwoo today! I know he’s your favorite dance major right? He was really cool to watch, you were right! He might even be more charismatic than me” he teased. Y/n didn’t laugh out loud or acknowledge him, but he appreciated Hyuck trying to lighten the mood. “I spent most of the night working on my duet with Mark though. They have us doing this really acrobatic hiphop song and it’s a lot of work. I’ve memorized all the footwork though. It was kind of funny watching Mark struggle with it more than me for once honestly. Next time you should tag along and watch. When it’s not finals week of course!” He adds, giving a small pec to your forehead.

“Is that why you’re stressed by the way? Finals?” He doesn’t really expect y/n to give any responses yet. But much to his surprise you shake your head in response. “No. More.” Y/n says quietly, starting to breath a little more evenly. “What else baby? What’s stressing you out.”

“Everything!” Y/n exclaims. “So much. TOO much” y/n squeaks out bursting into more tears. Haechan gently shushes you and squeezes his arms tighter around your body and begins planting little kisses all over your head to comfort you. “It’s ok y/n. It’s ok.” Hyuck can feel y/n’s body body relax a tiny bit despite his sobs. Y/n spins around melting into Haechan and burying his face in his chest

To be continued…

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