#also I did everything on the wrong layers and thought I could pull it off

[amiscreations]

✨I see your fire go electric indigo✨

a lil lighting study (yes I clearly need to study more lmao) that turned into a gorgeously moody illustration of Aizawa💜

(edit: ok if you're on desktop it is much brighter trusttt, like its supposed to be dark but not that dark HAHA|)

[bunnys-kisses]

austria - 2024

max versteppen

cw: smut/pwp, sub!max, (gentle) dom!reader, nothing too hardcore, oral sex (reader receiving), missionary, blindfolds

bunny says: assigned max supporter at birth (i'm sorry you came in 5th)

fifth. you knew something was going to go wrong when you saw max's name next to the fifth placement. so you willed yourself up and headed to the paddock to greet your lover as he pulled in.

the tension in his jaw, the lines in his forehead. the sweat that covered his body as he took off the top layer of his driving suit, leaving the white logo covered shirt underneath. there was a look in his eye, it worried you.

you crossed over to him and he saw you. usually he lit up like a boy on christmas when he saw you, but instead he continued to frown as he walked away to press. he had to compose himself or he was going to rip lando's head off. you stood there and watched him head towards the media pen.

with hands on your hips, you began to formulate.

-

"max." you said as you cupped his face. currently you were both on your lavish hotel room. it was nighttime now, and max wanted nothing but to eat dinner and be with you.

you believed that you were a security blanket to him. something to hold onto when things got difficult. sometimes you forgot that behind those shimmering blue eyes and heart smile, it was a person who bucked against any form of failure.

the title of max's girlfriend also meant having to anchor him. so he didn't spin out of control. you were seated on the bed, max's face in your hands.

"max."

"vrouw." he replied, his tone more even than before. you had taken his tie and put it over his eyes and put him on his knees in nothing but his briefs. he only called you that when he believed he was in trouble. wife.

"you're not in trouble, my love.' you replied as you leaned forward more and kissed him on top of the head. you heard him loudly exhale, like he had been holding all of his air in his chest. like he held all the weight on his back.

you placed his head on your thigh and he instantly sank against it. he pressed kisses along the skin of your inner thigh. even though he couldn't see, he could map your entire body by touch alone.

he said to you, "i'm sorry."

"you're being too risky. i know they call you madmax." you softly scratched your nailed against his scalp, "i need you coming home to me safely." the thought of it made you chest tighten.

"but-"

"max."

he rested further and sighed, "i want to be proud." he felt your hand in his hair once more, still wet from the bath you made him take. his words made him sound like a child, but success always felt just out of an arms reach. even with enough trophies under his belt.

"i'm proud of you, max. every time i see you race, it's like watching it for the first time. i love you."

he swallowed, "i love you too, my sweet." his nerves felt calmed by what you did. he kept against you for security as he felt his chest unknot itself."

"are you going to behave tonight, max?"

he lifted his head up and looked at you as if he could. he took his hands from behind his back and put them on your thighs, "yes. for you, yes."

"there's always another race." you ran a finger against his jaw before you leaned back and let the champion push up the skirt of your dress, "and i will always be here, cheering you on."

manicured nails through his short hair as he pulled off your panties from under your dress. it was a casual sort of dom/sub relationship, not so much whips and chains but sensory deprivation to have the driver be able to settle his mind.

he never told you everything his father did. you believed it would come out with time. for now, you'd let him sit between your legs and feel as close as he could to you.

"and i will love you until i can't anymore." he replied, his cock strained against the front of his briefs. pre-cum leaked against the white fabric, "may i?" his hands on your thighs, your dress pushed up past your hips. he was so painfully close to your pussy, he knew it all from memory.

"of course, my love." you leaned back on your elbows onto the bed and felt his tongue up against your cunt. your heart fluttered. he felt like a dream between your legs. he held your thighs as he licked across your wet pussy.

"you taste good." he said as he really focused on your clit. his nose nudged against it for a moment before his tongue slowly dragged across it. he felt you shudder around him, which only excited him more.

"shit, max." when you first started dating him, you didn't think that anyone who did professional sports knew how to pleasure someone else. you thought they were self serciving men who nodded off after they came. but not max, no, no. not three-time world champion, in all honestly he needed another trophy for how good he ate you out.

even while blind-folded and mostly nude, his tongue guided across the softness of your pussy like he could easily map it out. when his tongue grazed you clit you gripped onto his brown hair.

"kanker." he groaned between your legs. he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, the pressure on his body migrated to his cock which was painfully leaking. he wanted to be good for you. he yearned to be good to his woman. he worshiped you, yearned for you.

he looked up from between your legs as he continued to pleasure you orally. his thick fingers dug into the plushness of your thighs. he was egged on by your soft noises. his head felt full of lust as he continued to lap at your cunt like a hungry dog.

he was obsessed with you, that was the thing about him. once he got his jaws around something, he wasn't going to let it go so easily. you included.

you felt your cheeks hot, with the heat spreading all the way down your neck. you could feel the air in the room start to heat up. you were thankful that no one could hear your erotic noises.

"please, max."

"i will always take care of my girl." he said, his voice a little heavy. he exhaled deeply against your soaked cunt made you tense up as the air of his breath hit against you.

you felt like you were on cloud nine, your heart raced faster. you clutched the soft, expensive covers and panted heavily. you felt orgasm curl in your gut as you held onto the bed for leverage.

max was obsessed with you, there was no other way to frame it. he adored his beloved beauty. his vrouw. he was just a dream in all honesty, even when he got into his own head.

"please, max." you panted a little as you felt the warmth flow through your body. you looked down at him from the angle you were half seated-half lying in.

his tongue grazed along your hole and you shuddered, his hands were gripped tightly on your thighs. you wanted to wrap your thighs around his head, but he kept them open.

"that feels so good, max." you whined. you felt the tension in your body as orgasm washed over you. you fully dropped onto the bed to catch your breath as max ate you out during your climax. the feeling overstimulated your brain and made your core throb.

max rested on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. he pushed the hair off his forehead and panted heavily. his cock was so painfully hard at that moment.

you composed yourself and leaned over to your lover. you took the blindfold off of him and looked into those beautiful eyes of his. the wetness of your pussy still clung onto his sparse facial hair.

he looked amazing on his knees in front of you, his cock painfully erect and his face flushed. he swallowed before he asked, "please, please. i need you."

you leaned forward to touch his face once more, "how are you feeling?"

"good." he replied.

you pulled away and got yourself out of your clothes. you watched him rise to his feet and stand there with a flushed expression. you leaned forward to him and pulled down the briefs he wore.

in a quick moment decision, you leaned over and kissed the tip of his hard, leaky cocky. he let out a shudder of a moan before he got into bed with you. your lips came together and your hands wandered each other's bodies.

"i love you."

"i love you too." you ended up with your back on the bed and your hips lifted by one of the many pillows nearby. max drank in the sight of you, with every shred of love in his chest.

you were the wind on the monte carlo shore, you were the rain clouds in silverstorn, and the the peace he felt on any track in the world. his wife, his love, the fire in his soul to keep going.

a sight to behold, a lover to adore. max verstappen was never leaving you.

with a hand on your hip as he got between your legs. he eased his cock into you, he gazed at your expression as he sank himself into you. he had his arms wrapped around you as he leaned in to lazily kiss you. you wrapped your arms around his waist as he started to thrust.

"is it all out of your head?" you asked.

he nodded, "yes. i just want to think about you. i'll do better next time."

you kissed his heated cheek and said, "don't worry, max. i know you will." you started to move against one another. under the soft lighting of the hotel bedroom.

the pleasure right after your previous orgasm felt amazing. you could feel the flutter of excitement in your soul as the two of you moved together. if you weren't kissing, you had your foreheads pressed together.

the sweat down your back was cleaned up by the white sheets under your back. you were at a perfect angle for your handsome man. he went back to kissing you, there was something so kissable about him.

you held onto his shoulders, and felt the closeness to you as the two of you made love on the bed. you were both heavily breathing when he broke the kiss. your head felt in a spin and your body seemed to move on its own.

"you're mine." he said, "you're my beautiful wife. i want nothing more than to make you happy." he said like a promise. he kissed down your neck.

"and i want you too, max. i want you every way i can have you. you're my good boy. my number one." you replied then moaned as his teeth grazed across your collarbone.

your breathed heavily against him, feeling the muscles of his back as he moved against you. your cheeks felt like they were burning and your head felt heavier and full of pleasure.

"thank you." he said, "thank you for being mine."

you kissed him once more, feeling his tongue up against your lips. you held onto him. to be loved by his was a journey you never thought you'd ever go on. but even at his worst, he was still your lover.

your everything.

you may have had the leash in the bedroom, but he'd always have your heart. you fit together like perfect pieces. his eyes were partially closed as he panted against you, "shit."

"you're doing great, max." you replied. you felt the warmth between you two. you felt the hunger for him deep in your soul. your body ached for him.

he was your good boy, there was no one else like him. he was not only painfully handsome but also the hardest working man you knew. you loved him in every way you could.

the kisses became heavier as max's pace started to stagger. you felt like two perfect pieces, it would only make sense for you to climax at the same time. the bed moved with your movements as the two of you began to pick up speed.

the heat was heavy on your face as you clung to your lover. your max. you kissed at his sweaty hairline as he moved against you. he placed one last searing kiss on your lips as he finished.

he came inside you while your pussy was tense around him. it was a kind of addiction. as he started to slow down, the kisses became softer. he laid down next to you and you pulled him into your arms.

"my love."

"my max." you kissed the sweat from his temples and let yourself bask in the feeling of after sex. you rubbed his back with tenderness and felt his love deep in your soul.

next time max would dominate the track. but he'd always come back to you on his knees.

[rinhaler]

I Got Your Bitch Movin'

CHAPTER SUMMARY: the morning after being stranded with Megumi. He's intent on forcing you to have fun.

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia.

WORDS : 7.1k

notes : five chapters left from fuwushiguro aaaaaa

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The morning greets you as you lay in bed between the deathly limbo of wake and sleep.

Your eyes are swollen, bleary.

Thoughts aren’t yet yours and you can’t help but wonder if you’re thinking about the dreams of the previous night you had or if you’re starting to regain your own memories.

There is a gnawing memory of feeling bitterly cold before you fell asleep. So it’s odd now that daybreak has arrived you’re practically lying in a pool of your own sweat.

Your skin is coated and your forehead is drenched.

It’s nice to be in Yuuji’s arms again, at least. His chest is bare and you’ve never felt so at home with your body held firmly against his chest. You snuggle in closer and he pulls you in tighter as you decide to go back to sleep.

Regardless of your decision, your vision is greedy.

You can’t refrain from opening up your eyes and looking at your surroundings. This isn’t your house. You left your house yesterday morning. In the car with Toji and Megumi. You went on a trip with your class.

You spent the day with Megumi.

You guys missed the bus. You went bowling. You argued. You stayed in the hotel with Megumi. With a racing heart and thrumming bass in your head, you sit upright and turn around.

You hadn’t been in the arms of your pink-haired boyfriend.

You’re cuddled up with your black-haired bully.

Fuck.

You scream. The loudest scream you ever have,

“The hell’s the matter with you?” You fall to the ground and back away from him quickly, watching him as he sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

The morning sun casts shadows on his weary body.

He looks like a demon.

Isn’t he surprised that the two of you were all cosy in bed together? He’s always so nonchalant. Your breathing slows as you try and rationalise everything in your mind. By the blaring beat in your brain and the heaviness of your limbs, you deduct that you had been drinking last night.

You don’t remember anything.

He doesn’t seem hungover.

So he’s likely as calm as he is because he does remember the details. But there’s no possible explanation that could justify why you were in bed together.

Let alone while he’s naked.

“Why are you in my bed? Did we—”

“No, we didn’t. And actually, O’Keeffe, you crawled into my bed last night because you were freezing. Nothin’ scandalous.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you? You’re naked under there. Please, Megumi, you need to tell me if I cheated on Yuuji.” you beg, hoping he’ll do the decent thing for once in his life and tell you the truth.

He shakes his head, sighing. The duvet is pulled from his body as he reveals his bottom half still in his sweatpants and underwear.

“Thank you, God.”

“If you hadn’t noticed, the receptionist wasn’t lying about the weather change for the festival. It’s boiling, so I threw my shirt off in the middle of the night.” he tells you.

You probably would have been better off sleeping alone if you knew what temperature was going to replace the chilling air last night. Two warm bodies under one blanket was never going to work out well.

He keeps staring at you; or rather, the state of you. Covered in a gross, sheen layer of stickiness and your messy hair practically glued to your forehead. You watch him roll over and pick up a carton of cigarettes, lighting one up to smoke while he falls further into his bed. A morning ritual, you suspect.

But you’re wrong.

Like every other vice, smoking for Megumi is rare. He does it when he’s worked up about something.

In this case, and all other cases as of late, you.

The fact that you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere for the foreseeable also isn’t ideal. So what’s a little nicotine to take the edge off?

“You look like shit,” he laughs, instantly feeling at ease as the cancerous smoke tars his lungs. “I got you a glass of water for the side of your bed, you forgot to bring it over.”

“I’ll be fine after a drink and my aspirin. And… a shower. Maybe more sleep, too.” you inform him. He nods, agreeing, closing his eyes as he lets his cigarette hang between his lips. “What time is it?” you ask him.

His eyes open again, unsure if he can be bothered to help you answer that question. But he rolls over again to grab his phone. 7:17am. He tosses his phone away and lies on his stomach with his cigarette holding hand resting above the ashtray on his side table.

You cannot bear the thought of being fully awake at such an ungodly time. It’s enough to make you dive into your own bed and quickly take your painkillers before lying back down. It’s stupid, you know, because really you should be using every second to your advantage to figure out how you’re going to get home. But you aren’t up to it. Tiredness and alcohol rage through your bloodstream and you know it isn’t a good idea to push yourself beyond your limits.

“More sleep… just five more minutes.”

“Fuck that, princess. I’ve set an alarm for 10.” he tells you. You turn over to face him and laugh. It sounds good. It’s still so early, you’ll be able to get plenty of things done if you wake up feeling better at that time. “Gotta call my dad again, and Gojo.”

“Where's Gerald?!” you yell sitting upright again as you search under your covers for your brand new shark plush. Megumi grunts and he throws him at you. “Ow.” you instinctively respond as he connects with your head.

He's too soft to hurt you, it's just a reflex.

“I’m so fucking tired. You’re such a loud snorer.” he laughs, raising his head slightly to take another drag of his cigarette before he sinks back into his pillow.

You roll your eyes, ignoring him. You have absolutely zero desire to waste your time arguing with him about whether or not you snore when there is valuable rest to be gained.

—

The alarm startles you as it practically screams and stabs through your nervous system. You’re all too familiar with the recognisable iPhone default alarm you’ve been conditioned to hate over the years of early morning classes.

It doesn’t scare you as much as it does Megumi, though. The poor guy shocks himself straight out of bed. You can’t help but snicker, trying to keep your volume to a minimum as you roll away and pray he can’t see the smirk forming on your face.

He gets up for the first time that morning. It’s hotter than it was at 7am. The windows need to be open, he decides. The room is stuffy and unbearable. Much like he imagines the rest of today will be if you continue to be stranded.

“Better start making some calls.” Megumi groans.

Neither of you are sure where to start. And you’re beginning to think you’re going to have to swallow your pride and let your parents cover the cost of a cab back home. The idea gets stuck in your throat like poorly swallowed medication. You can barely think about it let alone go through with it. You’re sure Megumi will try and force you again, if Toji and Gojo are unreliable for a second day in a row.

It's cute, you think, watching Megumi struggle to choose which dad he wants to call first. Having a little more understanding about his past is giving you the opportunity to really see how much he cares about Toji.

He doesn’t like him, not by a long shot. But you can see the obvious love there. The respect. The familial bond that he can’t seem to break no matter how desperately he tries to.

And that is why he calls him first.

It’s uncomfortable to watch the phone ring again and again. You suppose it is still pretty early. You aren’t sure what Toji’s sleeping pattern is like, but he hasn’t let either of you be late to class since you started carpooling. And he always seems fairly chipper in the mornings.

It could be a caffeine fix, or something even peppier he might unknowingly share in common with his son.

So, is sleeping in a valid excuse to not answer the phone? It goes to voicemail, prompting him to try again. He growls when he’s met with the same disappointing outcome.

“Fucker. He’s ignoring me, you try.” he commands. You get up in search of your phone. Who knows where it ended up last night when you were falling all over the place when you returned to the room? It’s eventually found by Megumi when he helps join the search. It was in your pants pocket in the bathroom.

He holds it up and sees your screensaver.

You and Yuuji.

It makes him scowl and sigh before he tosses it to you. His box of cigarettes begins calling his name. You watch him flop back onto his bed and light another one up. He doesn’t know why he’s so irrationally angry. He doesn’t know what’s causing him to chain smoke like a damn chimney when it’s usually just an occasional pleasure. The edge needs to be taken off somehow, and he doesn’t think he can be bothered to make you cry this early in the day.

“He’s not ignoring you. No answer to me either, must be busy.” you tell him as you press the red button and put your phone down on the side table. You see Megumi start to type so quickly his thumbs become a blur. Likely scolding Toji for being a piece of shit father, as usual.

“Shady prick,” he mutters under his breath. You decide to let it slide and ignore the comment.

There’s nothing you can say to make him see the good in his dad. The truth of it is that maybe you need to start truly seeing the bad. It’s in the flesh sharing a room with you right now.

The monster that Toji spawned and couldn’t raise efficiently. He might be sweet to you, but if he can’t be sweet to his own kids it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make him a good person, the opposite, really. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop. No need to pout, I’ll try Gojo.”

You watch his finger swipe through his hundreds of contacts as he tries to locate the relevant name. It makes you feel like a voyeur, seeing him do something so simple and human as looking for people to call.

Part of you wishes you could see his screen. Is his surrogate father named in his contacts as Gojo or dad? Or maybe something different entirely, something derogatory to fit with the playfulness of Satoru.

“Megumi! Sorry about yesterday bud, I hope you and the future Mrs. Itadori behaved yourselves. Two crazy kids sharing a hotel room, hah? Sounds like a bad soap opera.” his voice instantly grates on you and Megumi regrets putting him on loudspeaker for you both to hear. You both groan loud enough for Gojo to hear and make him laugh.

“Separate beds, Gojo. And you’re on speaker so try to act your age for once in your life.” Megumi reprimands him as if he is the parent in the situation. It takes Gojo aback slightly, but nothing to knock his trademark annoying confidence off track. “My dad isn’t answering his phone, so, you’ll have to come pick us up today.”

“As much as I love your delightful manners, I can’t. And I must say Megumi it sure sounds weird to hear you call him dad. It’s always been Toji for so long, what’s changed?”

“Slip of the tongue.” Megumi answers, immediately. You can’t tell if it’s guilt or embarrassment that has led him to correct himself to Gojo so hastily.

“You know, certain people can evoke special feelings in you. A challenging presence can make you see the good in the world and other people. Although Toji and I will never get along, I think it’s nice to hear you’re in a forgiving spirit and trying to make it work even after so many disappointments.”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“I’ll admit, it hurts a little. A man who barely raised you earns the title of dad but I’m just plain ol’ Gojo.”

“I’m not having this conversation over the phone, or ever, actually. What time are you coming to get us?” Megumi puts an end to the uncomfortable conversation you almost wish you hadn’t been present for. But overall, you’re glad. Hearing him be somewhat normal with someone as goofy as Gojo is heart warming to say the least. Perhaps there is some humanity in the monster born of Toji Fushiguro, after all.

“Call me dad and I’ll tell you.”

“No.”

“Alright, fine. I’m still out of town so it’ll have to be tomorrow.” Gojo sighs. It’s a crushing blow and you can’t tell who out of the three of you is more disappointed.

Another day stuck in the hotel with Megumi.

Admittedly it hadn’t been as bad as you were expecting thus far. But there’s still time. And Megumi is flippant. His mood and aggression towards you can change in the blink of an eye.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. We’re out of town! What’s so important that you can’t drive a few extra hours to collect your stranded kid and a girl?” Megumi bites down the line. You sigh, huffing a strand of hair out of your face as you realise what you are to him. All you are to him is a girl. Not his victim. Not his classmate. A girl.

“Oh now you’re my kid, huh? Interesting. Doesn’t change anything though. I’m way out of town. As in I’m setting off tonight and I’ll be there in the morning to get you guys.”

“Hi, Gojo, it’s me. Obviously. I was just wondering what’s keeping you from setting off now and getting us tonight. I’m sure you can imagine how uncomfortable it is for me to be sharing a room with another man, a man who bullies me on a daily basis. And for Megumi to be sharing a room with… a girl, he loathes.” you speak up, Megumi rolls his eyes at your comment and opts to ignore you. He’s more intrigued to hear what Gojo has to say over putting you in your place.

“I doubt Megumi will be interested in the gory details but a man has needs. The needs just so happened to take me on a wild road trip and more attention gained than intended, not that I’m complaining.”

“Enough. Fine, Gojo. One more night but if you don’t show tomorrow we’re fucking done. Tomorrow morning, I mean it. Get us the hell out of here.” Megumi tells him sternly. You know he has the power to follow through on his words. And yet, you’re unsure if he’ll change his mind when it comes to Gojo.

“Don’t worry, Megumi. There’s only one father figure in your life who’s usually a no show, and we both know it isn’t me.”

The sound of Gojo hanging up the phone is almost deafening. A damaging melody that pricks through your veins. Megumi is visibly irritated, you’d be a fool not to see it. But it’s only because he knows he’s right. Gojo has never let him down in his life. Toji, on the other hand, only seems to let him down. It’s a bothersome truth that makes his hands begin to shake as he grips his thighs. If he wasn’t so volatile at all times, you’d comfort him. Rush to his side and take his hands in yours and tell him it’s going to be okay.

But you can’t.

Instead, you get out of bed and stand to your feet.

“I’m going in the shower,” you tell him. He watches you walk around your bed and head towards the bathroom door.

“Wait,” he speaks, forcing you to halt your actions and wait for him to continue. “I think we should go buy some festival clothes, today.”

“Why?”

“Are you dense? So we can go to the festival, obviously.”

“I keep getting into trouble when I do things with you. I don’t think it’s a good idea… I mean, you go. Call that girl and take her instead. I’ll just hang out here and work on my dissertation or something.”

“Shut up you’re not doing that. You don’t get into trouble with me, because you’re a fucking angel. You live to please everyone and be a good girl, don’t you? It’s not trouble, it’s fun. Don’t you wanna have fun? It’ll be the first time in your whole life, I’m sure.”

“See, this, is not going to work. I’ve had fun but you wouldn’t know that because you, well, you know what you are. So you’re not going to manipulate me with your little mind games into thinking I need to prove myself to you. I don’t. Now, if you don’t mind. I’d quite like to shower.”

“Fine, if that’s how you want to be. I’ll call that girl right now and go with her instead.”

“Great.”

“Yeah, great. Gonna have fun and I’ll probably bring her back here and have even more fun. You might want to figure out somewhere else to be tonight.”

His words grab your attention and he smirks at the way you pout. He promised. Even though you gave him the idea to call up the girl from the store you didn’t think he’d take it as far as to threaten to bring her back here. It’s your own fault, really, for thinking a single word that left his lips held any value.

“Don’t, you said—”

“I said? I said I wanna have fun today, so if you aren’t on board I’ll make my own fun. You’re not gettin’ in the way of my good time and if that involves me bringing a girl back to fuck, you aren’t going to stop me.” there he is, the real him.

He’s such a prick you can’t even think straight as you consider what an idiot you are time and time again. Each time there is a shred of decency in him it’s torn away moments later. A speckle of humanity replaced by a plume of toxic smoke.

“Shopping… sounds good. I’ll never turn down new clothes. So, lets have… fun.”

“Atta girl, that’s more like it.” Megumi snarls. “Hurry up O’Keeffe. Wastin’ precious time here. Gonna make today one to remember.”

—

No one brings out a worse side of you than Megumi Fushiguro. He’s seen you at your angriest and saddest. But for some reason his intentions have blossomed into something even more sinister, although it might not seem as such to your untrained eyes. He just wants to have fun, you think.

He does, but there is a brand new goal in mind.

The purity emanating off of you is just so sickening to him. Why have you got such a wholesome aura about you when he is completely and utterly rotten to the core?

Corruption.

That’s his new plan. You were closer to the truth than you knew when you accused him of getting you into trouble. Was it wrong of him to lie? Was it wrong of him to gaslight you and make you think that wasn’t anywhere near his intention? Of course.

But Megumi Fushiguro rarely gives a fuck about what is right and wrong.

He has always wanted to ruin you. The method in how has grown into something new. Easier, he suspects. There is so much trouble he can really get you into. Ruin that perfect, sweet image you try so desperately to maintain whenever you can.

He’s had enough of it.

What is there to enjoy about being the way everyone wants you to be? There’s a little devil in you, he’s certain. He’s going to do everything in his power to force it out of you.

You don’t object when he suggests waiting outside of your changing room to confer with you about your outfit choices.

He’s never felt like this before.

A rich kid.

Admittedly, the store isn’t expensive and the clothes aren’t designer. But being with you and seeing how willing you are to blow money from your parents credit card on whatever you want is making him feel like a cliché.

He wasn’t rich growing up. Toji figures throwing money at the problem that is his son is as good a way as any to earn forgiveness.

Megumi wasn’t about to object to that.

Each time you step out of the changing room there’s only one word permeating his sealed lips.

Skimpier

Skimpier

Skimpier

It’s the only thing he wants to say, but you both know he’s smarter than that. He manages to put a unique spin on the word and translate it into something more innocent. Something that will actually encourage you to obey without knowing he’s manipulating you. He hasn’t earnt that right yet. Despite having a good familiarity in such a short period of time on how to handle you, he isn’t quite where he needs to be with you yet.

Skimpier = I’m sure you can do better than that.

Skimpier = I like it, but I think the other girls here will go all out.

Skimpier = The colour is nice, but, do you really want to be shown up by me?

He’s finally satisfied when you emerge one last time from behind the curtain. It’s obvious you feel a little self conscious, though he’s confident a few compliments will get you out of your shell.

You’re substantially taller than usual given the white, lace up, platform boots you’re now wearing. It’s embarrassing to stand in front of Megumi in so little clothing. You’re essentially in a bra and panties. It’s more like a bikini, really, purple holographic material covering your intimate flesh. You found a pair of gem studded, white, fishnet tights to wear with it as well as a purple tutu. The tutu somehow makes you look even sluttier despite it adding an additional layer.

“Perfect,” Megumi grins, “Excuse me, miss? Do you have any accessories for the festival that might go with my friend's outfit?” he asks. The girl turns around and your blood runs cold when you realise it’s the girl he gave his number to yesterday. She simply scoffs and barges by one of her co-workers who looks at her incredulously. She apologises on her behalf and picks up some purple butterfly hairclips for you to wear.

“I see people wear pigtails with these clips if that helps.” the assistant tells you. Megumi raises his eyebrows and nods thinking it’s a great idea. There’s something about pigtails that for whatever reason drive him wild. Maybe it’s the idiotic innocence of them. Grown women donning them in an attempt to look youthful. There is something thrilling about the prospect of making you go off the rails and become a totally new person before Yuuji comes back from his trip.

He might not even recognise you.

“I’m not sure about this, Megumi.” you admit. He squints his eyes hoping it comes across as thoughts rather than disdain, urging you to continue. “What are you wearing?”

“Why tell you when I can show you?” Megumi grins as he steps into the changing room beside you.

You are standing for a good five minutes before you decide to steal the seat he had been sitting in. Whatever he’s picked must have a lot of accessories for him to be taking this long for him to be fully dressed. Even the sales assistant tries to keep you entertained with idle chit chat as you wait.

He emerges and you are almost lost for words. A lot of accessories was an understatement. He’s wearing ridiculous flared blue jeans and has decided to go shirtless. You had no idea what kind of body he’d been hiding beneath his clothes the entire time but you definitely weren’t expecting him to be so fucking defined. In fact, he has a similar body type to Yuuji. The reason he had taken so fucking long to get dressed is because he was covering his arms in plastic kandi bracelets. He also had a few matching necklaces on him and he is sucking on a strawberry lollipop as he leaned against the changing room door.

“Oh my… you look like a—”

“A what?”

“A slut, Megumi. You look, hah, you look like a total slut!”

“Perfect, so we match. Exactly what I wanted.” he teases back as he goes back to sucking on the lollipop. He reaches into the pocket of his new jeans and tosses another one at you.

“The fashion here is wild,” you say as you begin unwrapping the plastic packaging on your lolly, “is it a town choice or just for the festival? It’s very rave-y.” you ask the clerk. She nods, completely agreeing with you as soon as the words leave your mouth.

“Yeah, um, to be honest a lot of people are against the festival now. It started as quite a sweet wholesome event but it’s turned into a more youth focused event. An excuse to get drunk and mess around, really. So yeah, it’s pretty much a big rave nowadays.” she explains.

Your eyes find Megumi’s and he’s immediately raising his eyebrows in quick succession when they meet. Trouble. You know it and he knows it.

But, as she said, this is a youth focused event. Megumi and yourself definitely qualify. He holds out his hand for you to shake; an agreement under the phrase ‘I’ll wear mine if you wear yours’. And honestly, you don’t see the harm if you both look so stupid.

The pair of you receive an array of disapproving looks as you sit and wiggle on the check out desks while the cashiers scan the items you’re wearing. You don’t particularly feel proud that you raise your leg for the man to scan your boots and more or less flash him your new bikini bottoms. Megumi spends far too long getting each individual bracelet and necklace scanned. But by the end of it all, they aren’t disappointed when you give them each a hefty tip courtesy of your credit cards.

“You’re dumb with money.” Megumi tells you.

“Look who’s talking!”

“You’ve always had money, but you’re still a little shopping addict. It’s new to me, I’m having fun.”

“Well I’m trying to have fun too. Wasn’t that what you wanted today?”

“You got me there,” he chuckles to himself. “I was thinking of something else fun we could do.”

Before you can answer, he’s pulling you into a fast food restaurant and holding your hand as the two of you run upstairs. He scans the area to make sure no one is around and drags you into the toilets. He shoves you against the sinks and lifts you up onto the edge.

Your heart is pounding.

It’s intense and heated and you feel like you’re being manhandled by Yuuji when he’s worked up after a shitty day at school. You wonder if he’s thinking about the time he pressed his lips against yours at your parents house.

He wonders if you’re thinking the same.

Your chest is heaving and your eyes are vibrating. He watches as your vision alternates between his eyes and his mouth. Your mind is spinning and you’re under the weight of too many heavy emotions you can’t think straight. But despite all of that, you wouldn’t do this to Yuuji, would you?

He helps answer the question as he backs away from you a little and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. You’re starting to worry he’s about to pull a condom out. But it turns out to be worse than that.

“This is fun.” he tells you, dangling a bag of cocaine in front of your face. He laughs at the slither of saliva that bulges down your throat as you gulp heartily. He knows you’ve never done drugs before. Other than when he spiked you, obviously. He could have laced the coke with anything. He’s playing the long game with you, you think. You shake your head, telling him you want nothing to do with the white powder.

“I don’t feel comfortable doing that, with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m fucking scared. Of drugs and you. I don’t know where I stand with you Megumi and I am too naïve and trusting to keep falling for your little tricks and schemes.”

“You think I did something to this?”

“I—”

“C’mere,” he mutters. He shoves your torso back until your head hits off the mirrored wall behind you. You gasp as he pries your knees apart, opening your legs. You quickly slam them shut but it’s a waste of time. He opens them again and gives you a warning look. “Hold still, and watch.” he commands.

He tips some of the coke onto your thigh and uses his pinkie finger to move it into a straight line. You look at him intently as he holds his right nostril with a finger and lowers his face down to the drug on your leg. It’s impossible not to stare as a raven head of hair moves further up your thigh and towards your cunt. He tilts his head, insisting that you hold eye contact with him as he consumes every last speck of coke onto his tongue.

You’re breathless by the end of it. But it isn’t the end. He shoves his little finger into your mouth to lick the remaining residue off him. He’s proven it isn’t laced, at least. Still though, there’s no fucking reason that you needed to obey.

A fucking people pleaser through and through.

“Good girl,” he praises and coos as you hum around his finger, “it’s good, isn’t it? Wanna try it properly?” he asks. You’re hesitant. You know it isn’t right. You know Toji will kick his ass when he finds out he even suggested it let alone pressured you into it. But what can you say? You succumb to his will, nodding meekly and agreeing to his ridiculous stupid idea.

“How do I— I’ve changed my mind this is stupid. I feel stupid. Fuck, Megumi, I really hate you. You’re making me feel like a fucking loser as if it’s cool to do drugs, it isn’t. I don’t—”

“Hey, hey. It’s alright, I know it’s your first time I don’t think you’re stupid. ‘m gonna pour it out. I think you should lick it up instead of snorting it like me, don’t think you’ll like it.” his words soothe you a little and your fucking fluttering eyelashes are the picture of perfect innocence.

God he’s excited to see what a mess you’ll be when you’re high together. He helps you down off the sink and trades places with you. He pulls his necklaces over his head and puts them down before leaning backwards and dusting coke between his pecks. “Use your tongue.” he instructs.

You reluctantly lean closer to him and stick your tongue out. Your big eyes are looking up at him for guidance, like he’s some kind of expert. To you, he is. He nods, spurring you on. Finally your tongue connects with his body. His eyelids shake a little as he tries to concentrate on keeping them open. You got a little further than you’re meant to, finishing off by lightly kissing his collarbone. He teased you, it’s only fair that you tease him back.

“I’ll be okay, won’t I?” you ask him. He jumps down and holds your shoulders, bending over a little so he can look directly into your eyes.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ fly, babe.”

—

He isn’t wrong. You practically fly from the bathroom all of the way to the parade together. The pair of you are laughing the entire way, not quite sure what's so funny. You order a few shots of vodka together to enjoy while you wait for the floats to come down the street.

The atmosphere is surreal. Mostly teenagers and people in their early twenties standing in the streets dancing to the head hammering techno music that was drilling into your heads. Once you're bored of vodka shots you moved onto jäger bombs, and by the time you're good and drunk your high wears off.

It doesn’t stop either of you from having a good time though. You interact with a few other party goers and don’t bother to learn each other’s names. The music and good times are enough for all of you.

You aren’t sure what has come over you, but you decide to join the parade. You run into the road and begin dancing. Eventually, you're invited to dance atop one of the floats.

Megumi’s stomach hurts from laughing as he watches you shake your ass and dance with the other girls on the float. If either of you were in your right minds, you’d likely be discussing how unbelievable it is that such a tiny coastal town has such a huge festival every year.

It’s a tourist attraction, a lot of other people are from out of town, like yourselves. Hence the fully booked hotels and the droves of people equally as intoxicated and high on life.

Megumi walks alongside the parade float, making sure not to lose you. You point him out to the girls you’re dancing with, each of them having no shame in telling you what a handsome boyfriend you have. He doesn’t hear them say it. And for once, you hold your tongue. You aren’t sure why you aren’t objecting to him being your boyfriend like you normally do.

Maybe it’s because you’re drunk, or because he’s actually being nice to you and taking care of you for a change. Maybe while you're under the influence he has more potential as a boyfriend, something you'd never admit to while sober.

The sky is changing from bright blue to burning orange and pink before your eyes. You decide you’ve had enough of dancing and ask Megumi to help you down. He looks so different under such a romantic sky. The warm colours adding life to his pale face. He is handsome, the girls weren’t wrong. His problem is that he has such an ugly soul.

And yet, this weekend, you think there’s a chance such a horrid interior could be fixed.

He pulls you back into the crowd and over to the outdoor bar for more shots. The two of you are disappointed when you’re told the bar is closing for the day. How are you supposed to carry on getting black out drunk now?

“The party is raging on by the beach, friends. Fire pit, tiki bar, dance floors. Start heading down and you’ll find what you’re looking for.” the bartender informs you both. Megumi thanks him and takes your hand to guide you down to the beach.

It’s like a hive-mind as everyone has the same idea. Everyone walking in unison down to the beach to get served and continue the evening. You make it there fairly ahead of everyone else, but thankfully there’s a multitude of tiki bars set up to serve people their alcohol. Once you ingest another five vodka shots, this time with gummy bears, you head over to one of the dance floors.

You and Megumi stand apart as you dance on your own but watch each other’s moves. He’s impressed by the way you shake your hips and drop it low, the lack of confidence in your outfit seeming to now be a thing of the past as you parade yourself around as if you own the place. You watch him pause for a moment, snacking on one of his bracelets.

“I didn’t know they were edible!” you yell at him. He nods, pulling you nearer to him by your wrist and holding his arm up to you. Like him, you begin to nibble on the candy as you both simply change which foot your putting the most pressure on in time with the music.

“I think I want to have some more fun,” he tells you. You watch him pull his wallet out of his back pocket again and you assume he’s searching for more coke. You’re a little surprised when you see him take out a little yellow pill with a smiley face on it. He settles it on his tongue and sticks it out at you before swallowing.

“W-What was, ‘sat?” you slur, curious about what he just ingested.

“E, baby,” he tells you. “Wanna try?” he cranes his head to line his mouth up with your ear, shouting so that you can hear him over the boisterous music.

Well, if he is having some, you have to follow suit.

You’re matching his amount of drinks and drug consumption so far. You can’t let yourself down and fall behind now. At least – that is the rationale your drunken and dissolving mind has decided.

You nod and squint your eyes at him. Like it’s obvious that you want a try. He takes another pill from his wallet. This time it’s pink with a little heart in the centre. He puts it on his tongue and sticks it out for you to take. You hold out your hand, hoping he will put it there instead, but he doesn’t budge.

“Give it to me.” you order, but he shakes his head.

“’ake it.” he replies, speaking as best he can with the pill comfortably on his tongue. You reach your fingers up to grab it but it quickly withdraws into his mouth. You repeat this another three times before you huff in annoyance and exhaustion. He sticks his tongue out even further, wiggling it around like you’re a horse with a carrot dangling in front of your face.

And you’re a fool, because you submit.

You lean forward and he catches your hips in his hands as your lips make contact with his. He pushes the ecstasy pill from his tongue to yours and it practically slides down your throat. That should have been the end of it.

But of course, it isn’t. You can justify it all you like by telling yourself you’re drunk. You aren’t in your right mind and God dammit you’re missing Yuuji. But those are just excuses.

And excuses won't cut it, because unlike at your parents manor, you aren’t pushing him away. You’re melting into him. He pulls your body flush against his and you wrap your arms around his neck. Your tongues are so soft against one another as they dance together, and you have no idea why, but you start smiling into it.

Probably the drugs.

He laughs into your mouth when he feels your smile, pulling away and kissing your forehead. You’re feeling the music more than you had been, more than you ever have in your life. You feel him spin you around so your back is to his chest. His arms are tight around you as you sway in time with the music. He rests his head on top of yours and can feel his jaw tightening and moving.

You push off of him a little and begin grind your ass against him. His arm comes over your shoulder and you feel his fingers trace delicately atop your breast. It doesn’t bother you, though. You don’t stop dancing or moving on him. It makes you laugh when you remember how hard he was last night just when you were laying in bed together. You’re fully rubbing onto him now and you can only imagine how hard he’s trying to stop himself from getting an erection.

You have no idea.

Similarly to Megumi, your jaw begins to clench and swing as the effects of the E start coming over you more.

Megumi thinks he’s in love with you, whispering it every chance he gets into your hair. You don’t pay it any mind, though, knowing you’ll both have forgotten about it come morning. Maybe the pills make him happier, nicer.

He feels an intense desire to be lovely.

Positively overwhelmed with a dire need the show anyone who’ll listen to him how much he loves them. He even catches eyes with the bartender for a moment and considers telling him how much he loves him.

You feel paranoid when you can’t control how your jaw is aching and moving on it’s own. All eyes are on you, you think, as you look stupid and can’t get a hold of what your face is doing. Why is everyone looking at you? Tears begin to free fall. It’s not supposed to be like this. You’re meant to be happy, to be in ecstasy. You’re panicking. It’s too much.

It’s too fucking much.

“Megumi—” you turn, facing him and allowing him to see how blown to hell your pupils are and how watery your eyes and cheeks are.

“Woah, what happened?” he asks, cupping your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“I wanna go, I wanna go please. I can’t. Megumi I can’t—”

“Yeah, fuck. Okay.” he tells you.

Soon enough he’s holding your hand tight as he wades through the crowds of people. He keeps looking back to make sure you’re alright, his heart breaking a little each time he sees you sniffle or do a little hiccupping sob. He isn’t sure if it would be a better idea to walk to the hotel or try and get a taxi. It isn’t too far, he’s sure you’ll manage.

It’s a miracle you aren’t both frozen over like Jack Nicholson in the end of The Shining. You aren’t exactly dressed well for the chill bite of the night time air. You don’t think either of you could have chosen skimpier clothing if you tried.

“Take me home, Megumi—”

“I will, sweetheart, ‘m gonna get us home. Love you baby, alright? We’ll be home real soon.”

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♱ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Vergil x Reader

♱ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: teeny tiny angst

♱ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1807

♱ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Believing that Vergil was the prim and proper sleeper you thought he was had been a case of poor judgement on your behalf. You were entirely wrong.

♱ ᴀ/ɴ: i feel like if vergil were to live at dmc with dante he'd def sleep on a twin sized mattress. feet hanging off and everything and probably the HEAVIEST sleeper

♱ twitter - ao3

In retrospect, you didn't think too long or too hard about it, but bashing your knees on the floor because you had been kicked out of bed was perhaps... the 'eye-opener', if you will. You thought perhaps him sleeping that way in a stark contrast to how he carried himself when he was awake was just another layer to his complexing being, one that you had yet to fully uncover or dig deep into to. 

Though... the shit he was pulling in his sleep as of that moment compared to what he had been doing was the tip of iceberg. You just didn't know it. 

Believing that Vergil was the prim and proper sleeper you thought he was had been a case of poor judgement on your behalf. That man was anything but an easy-going bedmate. It wasn’t your fault, you genuinely thought that from the way he carried himself he more than likely slept so still, and so light that a feather dropping would awaken him; anyone would think that. Hell, you thought sometimes that he probably didn’t even sleep. You were entirely wrong.

If you were being honest, you always conjured up images in your mind of the stoic half-demon sleeping like a vampire; body pin-straight lying on his back with his beloved Yamato clasped between his hands resting along the front of his body. You only thought so before your relationship grew from the trivial back and forth you two often engaged in; after becoming more intimate and eventually moving to share a bed together, you half-heartedly wanted nothing more than to smother him with a pillow. Yet, being able to see Vergil with his hair loose from its usual place and the furrow from his brow gone as he rested made it worth it.

Possibly.

Starting off, your lover was entirely too big for the antics he pulled in his sleep. Vergil was a whopping 6’5 – you didn’t even want to guess how much he weighed given whenever he rolled on top of you felt as if your lungs were being crushed – and it was a wonder how his feet didn’t hang off the end. The bed wasn’t too small, a queen-sized, but the points where you found yourself pushed to the edge had been just the beginning of a new petty war between you two.

You started resting your chilly feet on his lower back in retaliation, partly just to annoy him and also because Vergil’s body temperature ran like a furnace. You had to give it to him there, the harsh winters were comfortable since you could curl yourself around him wallowing in his heat albeit he would complain, but in the heat of summer was the time when your Scrooge decided he wanted to 'cuddle'. Vergil was never one for cuddling, what he did felt more punishing than relaxing when you could barely move in some of his favorite 'positions'.

(He definitely started doing it after the feet incident where you ‘accidentally’ ran your toes up his spine, cackling when he tensed and threw a nasty scowl over his shoulder.)

When you started waking in headlocks and body-locked positions with perspiration stuck to your back and Vergil breathing down your neck, you knew you had to step up your game. You had your fair share of falling asleep on Vergil’s shoulder and slobbering on his coat, and while he complained and would do his loud-ass sighing, you knew it didn’t bother him that much, particularly when he never would move you if you were napping. Mouth-breathing became a new tendency when you slept, one Vergil nagged about because apparently you ‘breathe too loud’ and ‘snore like Dante’. You disregarded him because you did not snore, and settled with your cheek either pressed against his pectoral or his bicep and rejoiced when you would wake up with dried saliva along your cheeks and lips and encrusted onto his skin. However, that flopped when he seemingly paid it no mind and one morning when you turned to give him a sweet good morning kiss, he caught your face between his hand and pinched your cheeks together eyeing you beneath his lashes.

“Your breath stinks.”

You can’t stand him.

Afterwards, it was small things such as hogging the blankets, taking the others’ pillow, or you being sprawled out in the center of the bed before Vergil came, to which he would promptly pick you up and either move you to your side or, if he was feeling mischievous, lay you on top of him. You supposed it was getting foolish when you both winded down to normal sleep behaviors, though the night you woke up in a panic because you were falling off the bed was the tipping point.

You barely managed a squeak when you felt yourself free-falling for a brief moment landing on your palms to keep from face-planting and smashing your nose. Blinking a couple times to register where you were and clearing your sleep-addled mind, you pushed upwards to sit on your bottom and peered over the mattress at your partner.

Did he kick you out of bed…

What the fuck.

You slowly stood, glaring at his sleeping face suddenly irritated with how lovely he looked sleeping. You could never tell if Vergil was faking sleep or not, his poker face was one in a million and provided the only times he cracked a smile was at the thought of fighting Dante you really couldn’t tell when he was being serious or actually teasing. Watching his chest fall in periodic bouts, you decided yes, he was asleep, but not for long.

“Vergil.”

Nothing. You leaned closer.

“Vergil.”

He didn’t even twitch. Squinting you brought your face dangerously close to his to see if you could gander a reaction. His senses were sharp; you were never able to sneak up on him with his hearing – and evidently your smell – and usually trying to give him a sneaky little peck stirred him, grumbling about how he can hear your breathing pick up and pulse increase.

Embarrassing.

Then again, you hoped Vergil didn’t wake up and see you hovering over him like some parched freak.

“Vergil,” you tried once more, only to end up sighing when he stretched a leg out. The man had the audacity to kick you out of your bed and continue sleeping afterwards in the middle of the bed. How were you supposed sleep with this beast in your bed who slept like he was dead? The moonlight glowing down through the window above the bed wasn’t helping your case in being mad at him when it shined right on his bare chest either.

When Dante had told you a relationship with Vergil wouldn’t be easy and you’d face hardships, you thought that meant the emotional trauma he had and him settling into the world once more. Not you seething at the side of your bed at three in the morning because your boyfriend was hogging the bed.

You sat down sighing before making a last ditch effort to try and at least move his arm so you could burrow underneath that at least. You really didn’t want to sleep on the couch downstairs using a pillow as a cover. Cursing him, you lifted his limp arm to roll underneath –

Only for the arm to snatch your waist and pull you down onto the mattress facing the ceiling. The bounce made you gasp as Vergil’s arm moved and his hand skimmed your upper arm until fingertips ghosted your shoulder and his hand rested at your nape. You purposefully dug your shoulder against his chest deeper as you turned your head to stare at his Adams apple.

“Vergil, are you awake or…”

Silence. Then, “No.”

You exploded.

“What do you mean ‘No’?! Were you awake that entire time just to sit and watch me suffer?”

His fingers resting on your nape squeezed slightly before letting off to linger on your skin there, “Why were you hovering over the bed ogling me?” You never got tired listening to his groggy, sleepy voice, it was enough to tingle your spine so close to your ear. You pushed it away though, opting to grit your teeth and ready to lay it on him.

“I was not ‘ogling’ you, who even says that. You kicked me out of the bed with your pterodactyl feet because you don’t know how to share a bed. I tried waking you up, but you sleep like a log,” you finished your rant jabbing a finger into chest and scratching a nail downwards.

Vergil pulled back a fraction looking somewhat insulted at the comment prior to sighing and lying his chin atop your head, “So noisy… I woke you.”

You frowned. Generally, he was biting back a response which would lead into a humorous insult match, yet he let it go instead pulling you closer and staying quiet. Had you said something wrong? Were his feelings hurt by the pterodactyl comment? Couldn’t have been, Vergil never cared when you made unusual jokes like that. Was it the sharing pass you made? You knew from small-talk Dante and Vergil fought constantly as children, over practically anything, but you knew it stimmed down to Vergil always being mad Dante would take his things from him – explaining the poetry book he adored with his initial carved into the front. Yet, that didn’t make sense for him to be mad. You thought back; you told him he kicked you out of bed, which was odd alone because he rarely jerked in his sleep unless he was –

Unless he was having a nightmare.

You nearly groaned, how did you forget that? He was more than likely kicking out fighting whatever was haunting his dream. Normally it was just noise and he’d wake himself up rolling away to deal with it himself, not one for sentimental words and reassuring touches. You pushed out a nearly inaudibly sigh, but you know his ears picked it up. He was waiting for you to respond as you turned to shove your face into his neck.

“Yeah, well, have many times have I woke you up,” you murmured, fluttering your eyelashes against his throat, bending a leg around his hip. Given, half the times you had woken him were when you had to pee and was trapped under his weight…

“Many.”

“…It was a rhetorical question.”

“You have woken me numerous times, usually because you want sex.”

“...”

“Hmm?”

“You didn’t have to explain why.”

He didn’t respond. Suddenly wide awake, you placed a hand on his chest and rose your leg to sit at his waist. Vergil sighed.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Mm. How interesting.”

“…You wanna –”

You didn’t get to finish when he rolled on top of you immediately giving you an answer with his lips.

[lady-ashfade]

Hello Darling, I was wondering if I could get Kaz thing were him and reader have know each other for ages and like with Jordie and she is the old person Kaz is kinds ok with touching, so one day when a heist goes wrong and Y/N gets hurt and Kaz is like freaking out thinking she's going to die and stuff and its like super fluffy and and like Y/N heals and Kazoo like doesn't leave her side

If you could do this it would be amazing

I’m right here.

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Hope I did this okay! Thanks for the request 🌸

Notes: This is short and fluffy. I also can’t do good aid or this type of thing so I hope it’s okay!

Warning: Pain to comfort, a little angst, blood, crying in pain, bad writing for sure, spelling mistakes probably.

The group rushed through the door almost breaking it off the hinges. “Get her upstairs.” Kaz shouted as Matthias held you in his arms, Nina by his side focusing on your heartbeat. Inej went to the kitchen where you kept your towels and collected everything.

You blood stained Matthias shirt and your eyes flutter, a groan or a whimper leaving your lips a few times. As soon as they got to the top floor of your home they rushed to the bedroom. “On the bed.” Nina fixed the pillows and the sheets, then patted the mattress. Matthias nodded his head and put you down carefully and tried not to give your extra pain.

Wylan almost sobbed at the sight of your arm falling and going limp. You knew who he was, who was his father and you never shamed him for it. He loved you and cared deeply, you were his best friend. Wylan turned away and into Jesper arms, who took him into his arms quickly. “Is she going to be okay?” He asked and kaz shot him a glare that he couldn’t see.

“Yes, now everyone out except Inej.” Nina’s hand tugged at your bloody shirt and they all went out quickly. Kaz stood still and looked at you, “Kaz, she’ll be fine.” Inej rushed passed passed him with her arms full and went by Nini. “I’m staying.” They didn’t have time to fight with him, but they knew even if they did he would stay.

They had no choice but pull your shirt off and leaving you in the thin layer on your chest. Kaz hated seeing your face curl into pain as they cleaned the wound. “Jordie” he remembered the small boy with a body underneath him, shaking it as he cried for his brother. He got light headed and sat down in the chair. Was he going to lose you too? Shaking his head at the thought because he wouldn’t allow that.

A scream cut him out of his thoughts, you opening your eyes as the needle pressed into your skin. “Stop! Please.” You cried at the pain in your side. Nina apologized as she teared up and Inej looked up at you guilty. “Kaz!” You looked up at him and he felt his entire body move on its own and he was by your side within seconds. “Make it stop!” You cried.

He took your hand in his and gave it a small squeeze, “You can handle it.” He stated and you shook your head. A whimper came out as the needle went back, “Can’t.” He leaned closer and rubbed circles on your hand. “You can, I’m right here.” You looked back at him and the pain became too much for you to handle, along with the blood that you lost, or the shock you felt.

Kaz watched your eyes fell closed and your hand losing its grip. He panicked and looked back at your chest and saw it go up and down. “I’m right here.” He whispered. Kaz held your hand the whole time and stayed by your side, even when it was all done. He refused to leave your side, if something happened while he was away he couldn’t live with himself.

Everyone came and stayed for a while, he was there. When everyone left to sleep he stayed there, Nina and Matthias stayed in the other room. Days passed and he was still in the room by your side. He hated the feelings of lose as if the old friend visited him again to take someone else. You couldn’t leave him, he needed you in his life. The light of his life and the feeling of comfort he so rarely felt was only with you.

Kaz sat in the chair beside your bed and his head leaned on the wall behind him with his eyes closed. You stirred yourself awake and took a moment to remember everything. You look around the familiar room and then down at the pain in your side. A bandage wrapped around your side and only in a bra. “Damn.” You cursed and put your head back.

A small snore caught you by surprise and you looked to the side and saw Kaz asleep. He looked calmer then normal but he still had a snarl on his face, it made you laugh a bit. As much as you could without hurting your side. “Kazzel.” You poked his leg. It took a moment and then shot up and it startled you a bit. He looked panicked and then looked down at you, he looked terrified.

“I’m okay.” You whispered with smiled. Kaz blinked as he saw you up and talking. “Y/n.” He pushed up and moved closer to and leaned down the bed. “Kaz, how long have you been here?” He swallowed. “As long as you have been out, you scared the others.” His hand came up to your cheek and softly moved his fingers on the skin.

“I’m not going that easy.” Smirked up at him. He looked at you and his eyes softened. Leaning himself down he pressed his lips against yours and kissed you softly. He was so afraid he would never get to do that again, or to have you in his arms or seen you smile. You took your hand and put it on his chest to remind him that you were still here.

“Good, because I don’t plan on losing you. You’ll stay with me, even if I have to bring you back to life myself.” He whispered against your lips and put his forehead on yours. And he was true, if he had to drag you out of deaths claws he would do it. He’d fight the saints himself to have you stay with him.

“You’re stuck with me, Kaz Brekker.” You teased and connected your lips with his again.

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BuckTommy Fluff & Angst 764 words

Buck got home in the late evening, tired after a long shift of back-to-back calls with seemingly no break. He was dead on his feet, ready to maybe eat and then get straight into bed. His mind was spinning, thinking about anything and everything that he could stress about, no matter how small. Did he say something wrong to a patient? Maybe the facial expression from another firefighter meant he had done wrong? So many trivial things that he couldn't quiet.

As he stepped through the door fiddling with his keys, he realised that someone else was in the loft. He could smell food, hear movement. He looked up and saw Tommy in the kitchen, humming to himself, moving around to different pots on the stove. He looked happy. Comfy. Like he belonged.

"Evan!" Buck was startled out of his daze. "Come sit, dinner will be soon."

Buck finished taking his coat off and put his bag aside. Walking over to the table he still had thoughts spiralling through his head but maybe they were quieter. He pulled out a chair and sat down. Tommy had already laid the table and Buck was just sort of staring at it. So often he had cooked for someone else to come home, he had set the table, greeted them. It was odd to be on the other side. Why had he never been on this side? Was it something he had done? What was different now that allowed this?

His thought process was interrupted with a plate being put down in front of him and a soft "Evan?"

He looked up and saw Tommy's face painted in concern, he could see all the layers to it. Nerves. Sadness. Anger. Disappointment? Why was there disappointment? What had he done? Before he could spiral again, he felt a hand on his arm, he felt like he had been pulled back into the present.

"Evan, I'm worried." There was that concern again. "You've barely said anything, since you came in. What's going on?"

Buck could feel his heartbeat faster, his chest gets tighter, breathing felt like a chore. His words didn't want to come out. What if he ruined this? What if telling Tommy scared him away? What- Oh.

Arms had wrapped around him, his face pressed into something warm. "You don’t have to say anything now, Evan but I am here. I am not going anywhere."

Buck felt a release. It was like everything that had happened that and before came crashing through him, fighting to find a way out. The way that it found was tears, tears that never felt like they would end. Tears that also felt freeing. He felt like his mind was pushing itself through the fog, away from the spiral down.

He pulled back away from Tommy, looking at his face wanting to see what he would fine. Maybe a part of it was the spiral looming wanting to reach out, call to him, bring him back into its slippery slope. All Buck could see was Love, made with layers of concern, nerves, sadness, anger, disappointment.

"Today was hard." He finally got out. It was small and quiet but also so loud. It felt so powerful to admit that. It was another step away from the panicked questions, from the alluring spiral. "I'm so grateful for you."

Tommy's face softened; his arms moved so that one was on Buck's face. He leaned down and caught Buck's lips in a soft kiss. "Let's eat, you need it."

Tommy moved from where he was crouching at Bucks chair, to opposite him and sat. Buck lifted his fork, filled with food, to his mouth and when he had a taste all he could think was how it felt like home. Like warmth. Like comfort.

Buck and Tommy while a rocky start to the evening were able to then have a peaceful time. They ate food, watched TV pressed against each other, sharing kisses and love. They made it to bed, under the covers, skin against skin.

"Today was hard." Buck began, loud in the quietness. "I couldn't rest, all I could think were these questions that kept making me second guess everything. I couldn't stop. It felt relentless."

Tommy brought an arm over Buck's waist, pressing small kisses against Buck's neck and shoulders. "But you helped. You helped me step away, helped me stop. I love you."

There was another small kiss to his neck before Tommy replied, "I love you too, Evan. Anytime, I will be here for you anytime. Like you are for me."

[eternalmarvel]

MK1 - BI HAN X READER ~ REUNION ~

an: ok hi guys lowkey i havent written fanfiction in years so this is my brief return. so feral for bi-han bro got me writing again

anyways please enjoy this story that i cooked up at work instead of doing what i get paid to do 🔥i got really sloppy at the end because this fic ended up being MUCHH longer than what i intended and i lowkey lose the plot bc it was supposed to be much more different

also if you guys have requests send them in i might do them i might not so dont expect too much

ps+ i'm not chinese so if i mischaracterized something pls let me know!! i'm the wrong type of asian to be writing this lmfao

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you returned to the lin kuei outpost hoisted on the shoulders of the neighboring rocky mountains. it was a heavy winter yet, but a meager layer of snow had curtained everything all the same. your breath was heavy as you sighed and looked at the exterior of the stronghold, smoke spilling from your mouth. it had been years since you had been back here, practicing with the lin kuei as only a young woman. you were never an initiate, but your father was a powerful man who had been good friends with the former grandmaster of the lin kuei and wanted to assist them by having you help them out. after a couple of months of training and bonding with all the other lin kuei initiates (as well as the grandmaster's sons), you had left to pursue your responsibilities. you had been burdened with far too many tasks to just remain in one place -- it pained you but you knew you had to leave to do what was required of you. not one for goodbyes (and the fact that if you had to confront the brothers about your departure, you probably would've ended up staying...), you disappeared into the midst of the dark night.

after all with great power comes......

the gates to the stronghold opened and you entered inside. it was difficult being back. how would you approach the brothers? would they still be upset at you for leaving? surely not, considering they let you back in. but what if this is a trap, a ploy to set up a mediation to get you to explain where you were all these years? thousands of thoughts swirled inside your mind but it didn't matter now. you were inside the courtyard now, watching as initiates sparred and practiced with one another. you could begin to feel the influx of raw magical energy as you walked by, prompting you to take a deep breath in and walk with your head held higher. you opened the gates to the interior to see tomas and kuai liang speaking with some of the younger initiates. kuai had his hands crossed behind his back, his eyes stern as ever as he commanded some of the younger warriors to try out a new training exercise. tomas had a small smile on his face, his arms crossed in front of his chest. they didn't notice your arrival and so you quietly walked up to them, with hands behind your back and a shy smile across your face.

tomas was the first to notice you, and his face immediately burst into a smile. "(name)!" he yelled out, excited like a puppy being adopted by an owner for the first time ever. you were originally going to keep this visit somber, but you couldn't help to keep the smile off your face. suddenly a huge urge to hug him overcomes you, and you spread your arms around the nape of his neck, pulling him in. he pats your back, exclaiming:

"i didn't realize you were going to be here so soon!"

you pull away from him, giving him a big smile. "sorry it took me so long. had a lot of stuff to get to."  that smile on your face does not betray your intentions. it's the truth--you really did have a lot to get to. procrastinating and putting off the visit for as long as you did, however, was honestly not your intention.

you see kuai glance at you gently, a fond look washing over him as you peak from over tomas' shoulders.

"c'mon, i know you want in on this too," you say playfully as you beckon kuai over. he smiles kindly as he takes you into his arms.

"it's good to see you again, (name). seems that time's been treating you right," he says with his hands on his hips, admiring your character as he gazes at you from up to down. you can't help but blush, and wave away his comment.

"you guys have grown up a lot too! what have they been feeding you guys?!" you playfully ask. the two of them playfully chuckle, as tomas responds with,  "been drinking my 7 glasses of milk everyday!" you give him a confused look as kuai gives him a side-eye. "pretty sure it's meant to be water, tomas. but i'm glad you're so lactose-affluent," you say playfully with a grin.

kuai takes you softly by the arm and introduces you to the other members. "everyone, this is (name). she used to train with us and it's lucky for us she wasn't officially trained as an initiate or she'd be better than all of us." his compliments cause you to blush and roll your eyes, as you give a humble bow.

"where is bi-han?" you ask, reluctantly. kuai's gaze becomes sterner and yet more cautious.  "he's with some students right now. though i uhh....am not sure how receptive he will be to your....visit." you smile. "don't worry for me, kuai. i can handle the boy i used to beat in our spars." "except he's not a boy now. he's grandmaster of the lin kuei." your eyes fall to the ground. of course he was. their father died just a few years ago and now bi-han had inherited one of arcticka's greatest creations. you look back up and tomas and kuai solemnly.

"sorry i could not attend your father's funeral. i only heard about it just recently and even if i knew about it earlier, i didn't know how you guys would feel about me popping up at his service unannounced."

"you're family, (name). you were then, you still are now. nothing's changed but the time passing," he says tenderly as he rests his hand on your shoulder. you give him a smile in return and nod your head.

"thanks for the sentiment, kuai. but....let's see if your big bro shares the same sentiment."  kuai and tomas share an unsettling look as they take a deep breath in. "you're welcome to try and get through to him. don't blame me if he throws an ice pick at your head."

you roll your eyes playfully. "i'm sure i'll be fine, just tell me where he is."

tomas points to the other side of the stronghold, pointing to the large training room decorated with gold and red lanterns. come to think of it, most of the stronghold was painted with evidence of the Chinese New Year's festivities. you hadn't realized that the new year had encircled so quickly. as you made your way to bi-han, you felt your heart flutter. there was no telling how he would react. what if he actually DID throw an ice pick at your head? the nerves bubbled up in your gut as the cold air outside did nothing further to ease your unrest. as you walked to the large room where bi-han was at, your eyes briskly caught a glance at the remnants of more festivities at the stronghold. you smiled softly to yourself.

at least bi-han cared enough about his initiates to host what looked like some vendors/merchants and games at the stronghold for all of them. this gesture was sweet, almost like a father providing for the children he's adopted. just like his own father, though you didn't dare to say this out loud. this thought process however, had managed to calm you down until you got to the very wide doors to the training room. you took a deep breath in before you quietly opened the doors, peering in to a room with many masked initiates sitting on the floor inside gazing up at bi-han as he fervently explained something.

you moved to the back of the room, carefully moving past the other member to get a good look at bi-han, leaning your shoulder against the wall. a few minutes passed as he wrapped up his lesson, finally catching your eye. for a ninja he wasn't much aware of your presence. but he also hadn't felt your presence in years, and you were aware of that. when his eyes met yours, he didn't look surprised like a person gazing upon a long-dead wraith but rather he looked stunned as to how you even got here. there was anger hidden behind his eyes, but at the same time....

"(name)?" it had been years but you still felt the same way when he called out your name. his voice had gotten deeper and he had changed into a grown man. your eyes explored his stature -- he was taller, his muscles were defined, and a different aura now defined him. he was no longer the softer boy you knew him to be, now he was grandmaster of earth's last defence; of course he was going to be a changed man now.

you smiled cheekily, not knowing how to react. truthfully, you didn't know how you got this far.

"hi, bi-han. i hope i didn't distract you when you were busy teaching," you speak coyly, not wanting the other initiates to overhear your WHOLE conversation. he looks down at you, almost like he's debating what to say next. you take a deep gulp and you scrape away at the skin underneath your nails, causing them to bleed. after what seems like a milennia of consideration, he furrows his brows and briskly walks past you.

you nod your head with a soft smile. you understand why he feels this way but to be honest, you're not sure whether you would've preferred this treatment or having an ice pick gone straight to your dome. the other initiates look on carefully, trying not to invoke their grandmaster's anger. before they can do anything else, they follow their grandmaster out the room.

"don't take it to heart. if you were anyone else, he probably would've frozen you solid. i'm surprised he actually went the mature route."

you turn around to see whose voice those sentences belonged to. your eyes fell upon a man wearing a yellow uniform, similar to kuai's uniform but the colours inversed. his hair is tied up almost in a ponytail and restrained by a yellow bandana across his forehead. he's a good-looking man, but an unfamiliar face.

"i'm sorry, i don't recognize you," you say as you furrow your eyebrows piecing together who this man could be.

"cyrax. i haven't seen you before here either. though kuai said that there may be a guest visiting today." he gives you a small smile and stretches out his hand so you can shake it. you give him a warm yet stern handshake. you take his hand and give him a small shake.

"i was hoping for a warmer reception from him honestly. though it was my fault for thinking he might've reacted the same way i might've towards him."

"eh, he's been cranky for the last few days. still, that makes him not snapping on you all the more interesting. are you familiar to him? personally?"

"oh, ha, no," you wave him away embarrassingly, "i used to train here with the brothers. i'm acquainted with them pretty well. just haven't seen them in years, so...."

"ahh. well, good luck with trying to get sub-zero to warm up to you. you're attempting to do the impossible." he replies with a cheeky grin, before bowing to you and leaving the room. you take a deep breath in, unsure of how you were going to get the grandmaster to liven up a little and talk to you. as the day continued, you found yourself wandering the old halls of the stronghold you used to train in. it was night-time now, and you admired the dark glow on all the new year festival decorations. they shone bright as the gold off of them reflected the moon's light. a little upset at not being able to have the reunion you wanted, you walked out to the terrace surrounding the courtyard, looking down at the dimly lit enclosure. no one was out practicing right now, causing you tp scoff to yourself. when you practiced here you went well into the late night and yet none of these new initiates hold the same respect and regard for hardwork as you did. your mind flashes back to your sparring practices with bi-han. when you both were younger, he could hardly touch you you were so fast. your hits were hard and fast, mirroring bi-han's form but you were just that much quicker. he hated admitting it, but you were just a better fighter -- though your elemental magic couldn't hold a light to his cryomancy.

before your mind wandered off to the unknown, you heard footsteps behind you making their way down the corridor. you turned to see bi-han in a dark blue/black hanfu with a few books in his arms. your breath caught in your throat as you gazed upon him. if he saw you, he was doing a great job at pretending he never did. this didn't matter to you, as you quickly hid behind one of the pillars in the terrace. he had his head down, bad idea. as he came closer to you, you waited for the perfect moment to strike before finally revealing yourself. bi-han didn't react at all and if he did, it was out of pure annoyance.

"no. you're not leaving until we speak."

"are we finished?" he says stoically, before attempting to go around you. "that was enough of us speaking."

flabbergasted, you back up quickly and block his path again.

"bi-han." you say, defeated and exhausted. you didn't come all this way to get dejected and leave without getting proper closure. if you had to move on from him, you wanted to at least clear things up with him before getting on with your life.

"did you not leave the last time? i am simply doing to you what you have done to m-us." he replies matter-of-factly.

"i'm here now aren't i? c'mon now, i know you've been dying to talk to me. i wanted to talk to you all this time!" you say coyly, throwing a playful punch at his meaty arm.

he looks a little upset, or at least his eyes and frown betray him if he was going for a stoic look.

"why now? why after all these years. you might as well return to wherever you came from," he replies lowly and yet it shows that he's hurt. your heart warms a little at the fact that you could've had this much of an impact on him. you nod your head slowly and look into the enclosure beneath you.

"i'm sorry bi-han. you know i had to leave soon. it wasn't going to be forever, even if i wanted for it to be so. and i knew......" you look down, a long distance into the ground, "if i told any of you guys i was leaving i probably wouldn't have ended up leaving." the look on bi-han's face relaxes a bit, but you can still see him holding the stress on his face. there's not much more that you can say. he was right in being upset -- if anyone else abandoned you the way that you did to him or his brothers you'd be livid. the two of you spent months with one another and yet neither of you had confessed your feelings. the tension was palpable and everyone else noticed it too, it was just confusing as to why neither of you acted on your desires. for you, it was the fear of rejection. perhaps it was the same for him as well?

you lean on the terrace on your side, gazing at bi-han. just being near him after all these years was enough of a blessing but something in you wanted more, though you would never publicly admit to this. you stop yourself at first, but then reach for his arm, carefully, almost to not startle him like he's a wild animal at bay for now but at risk of leaving at the first sign of danger. he doesn't retreat, moving his gaze from your face to your arm. you gently get a hold of his forearm, grazing your thumbs against them. he's cold, but retracts the cold from his skin so that it's back to normal temperature. you hold your gaze at his arm, almost too shy to look at his face.

"i think you've missed me all this time."

bi-han scoffs. "not in the slightest."

"then why are you so close to me?"

it's like the act is intuition. he notices how close the two of you are now and apparently his closeness has gone unnoticed because only a mere half foot now separates the two of you. he lets out a small chuckle out of annoyance and shakes his head.

"you still remain as aggravating as ever."

you put your hand on your hip.

"i apologize for upsetting the mighty grandmaster of the lin kuei." you say, coming a little closer and almost closing the already-tiny gap between the two of you.

"that can be rectified." he says, almost flirtatiously. you're a bit taken aback by his frisky comment. you thought he might've actually been offended by your comment but it seems that his playful nature has become unfamiliar to you after all these years. you place your hand gently on his cheek, caressing his cheekbones and acne scars.

"i've missed you, you know," you finally express your true feelings.

bi-han's eyes soften a little.

"i should've been here-with you....i know that i didn't exactly give you much closure bu-," before you can continue on with your tedious apology he fills the space between the two of you and kisses you with a voracious hunger you've never seen before. his nose pushes against yours and you lean into the kiss, slightly moaning. he tries to slide his tongue against you and it's almost as though the two of you are young kids again, sparring. you defend your mouth, refusing to let his tongue inside but he grabs ahold of your other arm, surprising you. taking advantage of your shock, he slips his tongue inside triggering another gentle moan from you. the two of you wrestle with your tongues, exploring the smallest crevices of one another's mouths. years of tension and pressure are finally alleviated with this kiss. you lean in for more, like a child fiending for sugar, but he pulls away to gaze in your eyes.

you take a deep breath -- that workout took a lot of your wind away from you. however, your lips still draw near his, lowkey aching for more.

"i've wanted to do that for so long..." he says, pushing his forehead against yours. "are you planning on leaving again?"

you smile brightly. so the cold-hearted grandmaster did hold a soft spot for you.

"that depends. do you want me to stay?"

he removes his hands from your wrist and brings them up to your face, reciprocating your earlier caresses.

"as long as you don't leave again."

[sphylor]

For the kiss prompts, number 21 with Mountaindew if you wanna! Please and thank you 🖤

can i just say thank you so so much for sending this?? i havent been able to stop thinking about it all day KJNFHBS ive been tossing around some ideas in my head for a couple of months now but this helped me turn those into actual writing shjbfd also on AO3

21. …on a place of insecurity. (cw for body dysmorphia)

Dew picked up the pair of jeans he had tossed to the floor before going to sleep the previous night and stepped into them. They slipped past his calves and over his knees with ease as he pulled them up. When they reached the meat of his thighs, though, he had to shimmy them up a little. He did his fly up and turned to reach for a tshirt but paused when he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

Something felt off. He stepped closer, trying to figure out what it was. He looked at where his trousers met his waist and noticed how they dug into his pale skin, causing it to ever so slightly spill over the top of his jeans. He frowned. 

There was a knock at the door and the sound of creaking as it opened.

“Hey, firefly. Are you ready to come help me in the greenhouse?” 

Dew didn’t turn to greet Mountain, he didn’t even lift his gaze to look at the earth ghoul’s reflection in the mirror. His eyes were still fixed on the fat of his waist and his brain was filled with roaring static. His view of the mirror was blocked, though, as Mountain stood in front of him. Dew sucked in a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been withholding and looked up at Mountain

“What’s wrong, droplet?” The concern in Mountain’s voice echoed the expression on his face. 

“I-” Dew faltered. He felt stupid for feeling so weird about it. He looked down at the ground in shame. Except his gaze never reached the ground, it got caught again on his waist. 

Mountain followed his line of sight and smiled softly. “I see...”

“I gained weight, Mount.” Dew’s voice shook slightly as he said it and he felt even more pathetic.

“You did.” Mountain agreed. “I’m guessing you’re not feeling too great about it, though?”

Dew shook his head and Mountain hummed as moved to kneel before Dew.

“I can understand where those feelings might be coming from… May I touch you?”

Dew nodded and Mountain gently placed his hands on his waist. “Do you remember how thin you were when you were first summoned? I do,” the earth ghoul brushed his calloused thumbs against Dew’s soft skin. “Your hip bones jutted out so prominently,” he moved his thumbs to circle the bumps of Dew’s hips, delicately pressing into the small layer of fat between the skin and the bone. “And your stomach looked like it had never been home to a good meal in its life,” Dew shuddered as Mountain pulled a hand away from his hip to stroke down the gentle curve of his belly. “I thought you were the most beautiful ghoul I had ever seen. But I also didn’t know if you were gonna make it-” Mountain’s voice broke slightly as he looked up at Dew, who wiped a tear from his cheek before the earth ghoul could notice it falling. “I still think you’re the most beautiful ghoul I have ever seen. But now? You have never looked more alive.”

Dew didn’t know what to say. He was overwhelmed with emotions that he couldn’t even name. He tried to open his mouth to speak, to tell Mountain how much he appreciated his words, his whole existence. To tell him how grateful he was each and every day to have met him. But he could only manage to say one thing. 

“I love you.”

Mountain smiled, clearly knowing everything that those words meant in that moment. “I love you too, firefly. Each and every part of you.” He lowered his head to press a kiss into the softness of Dew’s stomach, his lips as soft as rose petals. He moved further up and pressed more kisses into his skin. Over old scars and new curves. Looking up at the mirror, he saw every so-called imperfection suddenly made perfect. He wondered if this was how Mountain, how everyone in his pack, saw him every day. Mountain worked his way up Dew’s body with his kisses until he reached his face, where he stood up, planted a kiss on the tip of Dew’s nose then backed away.

“Hey!” Dew frowned.

Mountain laughed lightly. “What?”

“You forgot a spot.” Dew pouted and pointed to his lips.

Mountain raised an eyebrow. “You’re still meant to be helping me in the greenhouse today, remember? I can’t just give you your reward for that now.”

Dew somehow managed to pout even more and Mountain rolled his eyes. He bent down and gave Dew a little peck on the lips. 

“A little taster, then. Just for you.”

Dew laughed and shook his head “I guess that will have to last me all day.” He threw on a shirt and quickly brushed his hair before putting it up in a ponytail. As he turned to leave, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror again. This time he smiled. Only a small one, but it was a smile nonetheless. 

The fire ghoul looked up at Mountain’s reflection in the mirror. “Hey Mount?”

“Yes?”

Dew turned around. “Thank you.” Mountain crossed the room and cradled Dew’s face with a large, warm hand. “Thank you for letting me love you as much as you let me.”

[ladyescapism]

Rendezvous- Azriel Smut

summary: Azriel has a illicit rendezvous with a red-headed princess.

a/n: happy winter holidays everyone! I hope everyone who celebrates had a merry Christmas! enjoy some no plot, just smut with Azriel and an unnamed Vanserra sister.

warnings: smut

wc: 1,300

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Azriel stopped kissing her neck. She whined in protest. 

Pathetic, he crooned. 

She whimpered again, lost in the pleasure that not only his praise brought her, but also his degradation. 

Everything about her pissed him off. The way her fire-red hair was wound into his hand. The way her honey-colored eyes passed over him for centuries, letting him know, without a word, she thought him beneath her. 

Nevertheless, she was going to be begging for his cock soon enough. 

He continued what he had done to dozens of females before her. He teased and sucked and made them beg for hours before he gave them the fucking they wanted. 

Azriel had known for a very long time that there was something wrong with him. There was something wrong with how he wanted to degrade females. With how he got off on having the complete control over how, when, and how often they came. There was always a tinge of guilt of how he treated the females he bedded, no matter how they claimed that they wanted the treatment, provided he was kind to them after. 

He didn’t feel that guilt as Eris’ little sister ground her sopping cunt onto his leg and moaned at the friction he was failing to give her. 

She was sitting astride his lap, her knees on either side of his hips where he sat on a cushioned sofa. Her hand had found its way into his hair and her lips were on his neck. This was starting to border on getting out of his control. 

With one had still tangled in her hair, he gripped her hip with just enough force that he wouldn’t leave a bruise. In one movement, he tipped her head back to the celling and ground her lower body onto his leg again. 

Ah…ah… like that, she moaned out. Her neck was bared to him. If he wanted to give her everything he could offer, he would attack her neck and leave marks on her for everyone to see in the morning. 

Her breasts were heaving out of the dress she was wearing. It had been pulled down from the place where it so primly sat on her chest just minutes ago. He resisted the temptation of pulling the neckline down and taste her there. 

He did not. Azriel instead reached his hand under her skirt. The modest layers of various shades of pink, ranging from a daybreak blush to a deep rose that flounced and flowed when she danced earlier were bunched around her waist, exposing her pale legs. 

Her strong thigh flexed and trembled as his hand slid towards her center. Azriel dipped his fingers into her wet heat and allowed her to hear him chuckle at what he found. He used the wetness he found there to lubricate his fingers as they found and circled her clit. 

She kept moaning. If she kept it up, he would find a better use for her mouth. 

It had occurred to him that it would not be very hard to discover them. She had pulled him into a powder room attached to the gallery in the expansive house. It was not in use for Eris’ coronation gala. He did not see anyone on their way in, and he did not sense anyone entering the massive hall. He would keep a shadow on watch in case someone got too curious as to where the princess went. More for keeping the headache that would follow his family finding out than to protect her reputation. 

She was riding his hand now. His fingers had slipped back inside her and he could feel the muscles in her hips and ass flexing with the movement. She let out another lewd moan. He eased his hand out from the tangle of her dress. 

She snapped her head back level and her eyes flared with frustration at his lack of intrusion. Before she could speak, he shoved her soaked fingers into her mouth, gagging her a bit.

Taste it, he commanded. 

She did. She moved her tongue over and on the sides of his fingers, licking her wetness from him. It seemed she was enjoying the sweet taste of herself mixed with the saltiness of Azriel’s skin. 

He used a shadow to unfasten his pants. His cock was hot and hard and already seeping with precome. She noticed that he had freed himself. She pulled her head back, sucking the tips of his fingers as she did, and peered down at him. Her tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. Azriel tracked the movement with hungry detail. 

The hand that she had left in his hair tightened just enough to get his attention. 

Tonic, she breathed. I am on it. You? 

He confirmed that he, too, took the contraceptive tonic. 

He shifted his hid forward enough that she would be able to sit on his cock. When she reached to touch him, he let out a hiss at how cold her hand was on him. She quickly slotted him to her slit. She looked him dead in the eyes as she slid down on him. 

He halted her by gripping her hips. 

Beg for it, he seethed, air pushed between his gritted teeth. She felt so warm and wet that his instincts were screaming at him to drive up into her, to let her ride him till he pumped her full. 

She squirmed. 

If you don’t start, he threatened. I will leave you very unsatisfied. 

His pride would never let him do that. However, she did not need to know that. 

Please, Azriel, she conceded. Please fuck me. 

Why should I? Mother above he was an ass. 

Because I need it. Before he could prompt her more, she added, Because I can make you feel good, too. 

He pulled her down so that she was fully seated on his length. Her mouth opened in what looked like a silent scream. 

We’ll see about that, was the last thing he said before he began pounding into her. 

She tried to control the pace but gave up quickly as Azriel found his rhythm of pushing his hips up just as he pulled her body down. She accepted that right now, she was simply a vessel for his pleasure. 

Azriel almost lost his focus as the barest edge of a pink nipple escaped from her dress. He gave up on keeping her chest from himself and with half a thought to his shadows, the top of her dress was pulled down. 

She let out a gasp as the cool air met her flushed skin. Her nipples were already hard from arousal. Her tits were bouncing with the movement, so close to his face that mere inches separated him from tasting her sensitive skin. Instead of breaking his pace, he had his shadows come and tweak her nipples, making her begin to moan even louder. 

Azriel had the good sense to throw up a shield to keep her sounds to himself. The muscles of her inner walls were clenching him even harder and from the noises her was making she was about to come. 

Az…Azr-ahhhh, she cut herself off as her climax took over. He kept pounding her through every wave, letting her ring her pleasure form him. 

After it seemed she was riding the aftershocks, Azriel let loose the climax that had been building. His trusts became wild and uneven as he filled her with wave after wave of hot come. The groan he let out as the pleasure danced through every fiber of his being shook the shield he had thrown up. 

She moved herself some, trying to extend his pleasure, but it didn’t seem she could find the strength.

When both caught their breath, she looked at Azriel and lust had dilatated her pupils till the honey brown was taken over by the depthless black. She gave him and small as she sat on his cock. The way his heart fluttered at receiving that smile had him rapidly coming to the conclusion that he was completely fucked in more ways than one. 

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Promptober Day 22 - Age gap ☄️

Tags : Obi-Wan is self-conscious and needs a hug, Anakin is a good boyfriend (for once), fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, so much fluff they make me want to throw up

It starts with nothing. A light joke from Rex in the midst of a mission, a comment with no ulterior motive other than to make Obi-Wan laugh and it did, make him laugh at the moment. 

But now it’s stuck in his mind, playing on repeat as he looks at himself in the mirror.

No wonder you’re growing grey hair with the kind of stunts Skywalker pulled earlier. 

He hasn't noticed before but now that he stares closer he can see them ; two thin silver threads contrasting with the copper nuances of his hair, just above his left ear. 

Lifting his hand to the side of his face, he picks the offending intruders between his fingers, glaring at them. But as he’s about to rip them off he suddenly remembers about an even scarier idea. Isn’t it said that plucking one grey hair grows five more ? Or something like that. It might be superstition but he doesn't want to take the risk. 

Sighing, he lets his hand fall back to grip the edge of the sink, leaning forward to give himself a critical look in the mirror. 

He looks old. Not only because of the grey hair but also because of the lines starting to mark his face, from the little groove in between his eyebrows to the creases on the corner of his eyes. 

His body is not as fit and toned as before, a thin layer of fat starting to form over the muscles of his stomach and thighs. His joints are aching after a long day of running around, he’s tiring more easily. He’s not as flexible, not as resilient, reaching his limits faster… 

He’s not young anymore. Not like Anakin. 

Anakin and his 26 years old young and perfectly capable body. 

He knows he shouldn’t compare himself to him but he can’t help it. It’s hard not to see the differences between them. 

Anakin is in the prime of his life, moving effortlessly, compelling his body to do everything he desires where Obi-Wan needs to be more careful. He doesn’t need more than a few days to recover from most injuries, he can allow himself little to no rest for longer periods of time, he can eat two times what he needs and burn all of it later. 

Sometimes Obi-Wan wonders what Anakin sees in him. Sometimes he gets scared that the boy will get bored of him at some point, when he will be old enough to be a burden rather than a partner. In those moments where fears replace rationality he’s terrified that Anakin realizes that there are other people out there, younger and prettier and more likely to grow old with him. The idea makes his guts twist unpleasantly. 

That’s how Anakin finds him, staring at himself in the mirror, lost in morose thoughts. 

“Admiring yourself ?” The boy grins, poking his head through the doorframe. "Can't blame you."

“Not really.” Obi-Wan sighs. 

Anakin squints at him for a second and enters the bathroom. 

“What’s wrong ? You look like you’ve been brooding all day.”

“I’m old.” Obi-Wan states with a resigned face. 

“You're not old, Obi-Wan.” Anakin rolls his eyes behind him. “You’re 42.” 

“It’s still old.” Obi-Wan mumbles, glaring at his own reflection. 

Anakin shakes his head with an exasperated smile. He presses closer, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist to hug him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. He looks at him in the mirror. 

“You’re not old. Old is like… I don’t know, 70 or something.” 

“I’m older than you.” Obi-Wan says and Anakin wishes he could take a picture for all the times Obi-Wan assures him he doesn’t pout. 

“Well, that's a fact.” He smiles, spreading his fingers on Obi-Wan’s stomach to feel his warmth through his sleeping shirt. 

Obi-Wan sighs again and starts pulling away but Anakin hugs him tighter, keeping him in place. 

“Is that what’s bothering you ? What happened ?” 

“Nothing.” Obi-Wan grumbles, refusing to cross Anakin’s gaze in the mirror. 

“Nothing ?” Anakin raises an eyebrow. “Doesn’t seem like it. Are you having a midlife crisis ?” 

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and tries to remove Anakin’s arms from around his waist but the boy resists with a small laugh and brushes his nose against his neck, placing a little kiss behind his ear. 

“I'm not having a midlife crisis.” Obi-Wan huffs. 

“I’m the self-conscious one, usually.” Anakin retorts. “You’re the one with enough self-confidence for both of us, so what happened ?” 

Obi-Wan sighs and glances at Anakin in the mirror. 

“Rex said I have grey hair.” He finally admits. 

“And ?” 

“And ? And it’s true !” Obi-Wan groans. 

Anakin frowns and stares at his reflection. 

“You never noticed ?” He asks hesitantly. 

“You did ?” Obi-Wan gasps, offended. “Why didn’t you tell me ?” 

“Uh… I didn’t think it was relevant.” Anakin replies. 

“You didn’t think-” Obi-Wan grunts and shakes his head. “Since when ?” 

Anakin shrugs. 

“I don’t know, a couple of weeks ?” 

“Oh Force.” Obi-Wan breathes out, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief. 

“Why is it so important ?” Anakin asks. “It happens to everyone at some point.” 

“You should have told me.” Obi-Wan repeats stubbornly. 

“Well I would have if I’d known it would upset you so much.” 

Anakin pulls slightly away from him, only to shift their positions and slide between the sink and Obi-Wan’s body, facing him. He slips his fingers in his hair, pushing them away from his face. 

“Why are you so upset about this ?” 

“Because…” Obi-Wan swallows, fidgeting with the hem of Anakin’s tunic. “Because it reminds me that I’m way older than you.” 

“So what ?” Anakin asks, gently pushing a rebellious strand of hair behind his ear. “We knew that from the start, it’s never been a problem before.” 

“I know. It’s just-” Obi-Wan stops a second to take a breath, frustrated by his own insecurities. “I can’t stop thinking about the future, when I will start declining and being a weight for you.”

“What ?” Anakin gives him an incredulous look. “Obi-Wan, you’re very far from declining, what are you talking about ?”

“But it will happen at some point, and maybe you’ll want to find someone younger. I can’t even blame you, I-” 

“Hey, hey stop.” Anakin cups his face, forcing him to look at his eyes. “It’s not like you to start spiraling like that. What’s wrong, baby ?”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a second at the endearment, pressing his cheek against the warm metal of Anakin’s hand. He knows his thoughts are getting out of control but he can’t seem to find a way to quiet them. 

“Sorry.” He whispers. “I guess sometimes it just hits me how huge the gap is between us.” 

“It’s not that huge.” Anakin tempers. “By the way, it never occurred to you that I don’t care ? Do you think I would’ve waited all those years if I wanted to be with someone younger than you ?” 

Obi-Wan’s chest squeezes painfully at the idea. 

“But now it’s different.” He murmurs. “My body is not the same, you can’t pretend you didn’t notice. It’s harder to keep in shape, I have wrinkles and I even gained weight and-”

“Wait. Wait wait wait.” Anakin interrupts him, eyes widening in realization. “Is that why you stopped going to bed naked ? Is that why you turn the lights off every time we fuck ? I thought it was some kind of weird new kink.” 

Obi-Wan groans and looks away, cheeks burning in embarrassment. 

“Oh, baby…” Anakin sighs and leans forward to press a kiss on his forehead. “You don’t have to hide away from me, I thought you knew that.” 

“I don’t like seing myself growing old.” Obi-Wan mumbles. 

He always thought he was the kind to age gracefully, accepting the passage of time with wisdom and philosophy like the Jedi way taught him but the books forgot to mention the fact that growing old alongside a man who would always be younger than him was another kind of challenge. It feels good to say it out loud, though. 

Anakin observes him for a while, almost making him squirm under the intensity of his gaze. 

“Mm, okay, let me spell it out for you.” He finally says, fingers brushing against his jaw. “You’re absolutely perfect, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I’d never think about wanting someone else because from the day I first laid my eyes on you I knew you were the one for me.”

Obi-Wan blushes at his words and tries to look down but Anakin captures his attention by caressing his cheeks. 

“I wish you could see yourself like I see you.” He says softly. “I wish you could see how beautiful you are in my eyes, from the very start until right now.” 

Obi-Wan clears his throat and tries to pull away once again but Anakin gently grabs his chin. 

“Don’t hide away from me.” He pleads. “I never want to stop looking at you.” 

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan can feel the heat of his cheeks spreading to his entire face. “You’re ridiculous.” 

“Maybe.” Anakin shrugs. “I can’t help it. I guess that’s the kind of effect you have on me. You ruined me for everyone else.” 

“Don’t say that !” Obi-Wan gasps and swats his chest, but the words sink deep into his belly, warming up his guts pleasantly. 

“It’s true.” Anakin retorts with a light laugh. “I’m completely, desperately in love with you. You’re stuck with me.” 

“For how long ?” Obi-Wan asks. It’s childish but there’s a part of him craving a reassurance only Anakin can provide. 

“Until the end of times and even after that.” Anakin hums. “You’ll never know peace, even when you’re going to be a wrinkled force ghost. I’ll be there, haunting you.”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and raises an eyebrow. 

“You’re silly.” 

“I’m in love.” Anakin grins. 

“Same thing.” Obi-Wan huffs, pulling away just enough to cross his arms on his chest. 

“Now you’re the one being silly.” Anakin laughs. 

“There’s no way you’ll still love me when I’ll be as wrinkled as an old bag.” Obi-Wan still insists. 

“Is that a challenge ?” Anakin smirks. “Because you know I love a good challenge. I also happen to love your wrinkles.”

“Stop saying wrinkles.” Obi-Wan mumbles. 

“Alright.” Anakin leans forward to place a soft kiss on the corner of Obi-Wan’s eye, drawing a little gasp from him. 

“What are you doing ?” 

“Kissing the part of you I’m not allowed to pronounce the name.” Anakin replies seriously. 

“You’re an idiot.” Obi-Wan pouts. 

“Yes, but I’m your idiot.” Anakin purrs, kissing his face again, and again, and again until Obi-Wan pushes his face away with a noise that suspiciously looks like a suppressed laugh. 

“Stop it.” He complains but Anakin can feel him relax progressively in his arms. 

“I’m not done.” He declares. 

Lowering his hands from Obi-Wan’s face to the back of his thighs, he gathers his strength and picks him up, holding him tight against him when he yelps and struggles in his arms. 

“Anakin ! Put me down !” 

“No way.” Anakin shakes his head, carrying him to the bed where he lets him fall carefully. 

Obi-Wan ends up on the mattress with a little huff, and he barely has time to open his mouth when Anakin pulls his shirt up and presses his lips against his stomach, making him choke on his words. 

“Ah- Anakin !” He tries to push his face away but the boy doesn’t seem like he wants to cooperate. 

He kisses his way up to his chest, pushing his shirt higher and higher until it reaches his chin. By the time he arrives at the hollow of his throat, Obi-Wan is out of breath, cheeks pink and eyes unfocused but he still tries to glare at him. 

“What do you think you’re doing ?”

Anakin sits back on his heels between his legs, a proud smirk dancing on his lips. 

“Showing my silly boyfriend that every part of him is loved equally by me.” 

Obi-Wan’s heart flutters at the word boyfriend. It’s stupid because they've been together for at least seven years now, but he doesn’t get to hear it often as they have to keep their relationship a secret. 

“Even my grey hair ?” He asks, trying to catch his breath. 

“Especially your grey hair.” Anakin nods seriously. “I can’t wait for your beard to get some too, it will be very sexy.” 

“Don’t manifest it !” Obi-Wan groans, but he can’t help the blush to deepen on his cheeks. 

Anakin giggles and leans forward to kiss the tip of his nose. 

“I also love the little, you know… w.r.i.n.k.l.e.s on the corner of your eyes because they show how much you’ve laughed in your life and I love the idea of you being happy.” 

Obi-Wan doesn’t think he can take anymore of this. Anakin never does things halfway and so he will probably keep showering him with compliments until Obi-Wan dies of embarrassment. 

“You’re so corny.” He says, trying to look unaffected but painfully aware of his failure when he sees the shit-eating grin on Anakin’s face. 

“I can do this all day.” He affirms, and Obi-Wan believes him. 

“I think I get it.” He finally gives up. 

“You’re sure ?” Anakin asks. “Because I can recite poetry about your very perfect, very hot body until the sun goes down.”

“Please don’t.” Obi-Wan cringes, half-amused, half-scared by the idea. He knows Anakin is capable of it. 

Anakin laughs and moves from between his legs to lie on the mattress by his side, pulling him into his arms. Obi-Wan lets out a satisfied sigh and snuggles closer against his chest, tucking his head under his chin and letting Anakin hold him, surrounding him with his familiar warmth and scent. 

“I love you.” Anakin murmurs against his hair, drawing idle patterns on his back. “All of you, all the versions of you, always and forever. Never forget that.” 

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan breathes out against his chest. 

Anakin’s love is like a steady light in the darkest shadows of his mind so he holds on to it, trusting him to guide him through the maze of his insecurities. Most of the time it’s the other way around but for once, Obi-Wan lets himself be taken care of. 

[chaosclimber]

baker

They took a bracing breath as they stepped off the plane and into the airport. Orpheus had asked Father not to tell Mama about their gender–they wanted to tell her themself. They were glad, at least, that Robyn had come along for this trip–he wanted to see Greece, and it would be a good opportunity for Mama to meet him. Not to mention they’d have the support of at least one person who was already used to using their pronouns. Robyn led the way towards the luggage claim, letting them get lost in their own thoughts while slicing efficiently through the crowd rather than fighting against it. God, they loved how easily their brother did that. 

It wasn’t long before they spotted Calliope, waiting patiently to meet them. “Mama!” They smiled, forging ahead and hugging her tightly.

She smiled, wrapping her arms around them for a moment before pulling back to hold them at arms’ length, studying them. “Oh, you’ve grown so much! Next time you come, you’ll be taller than me, and then what will I do?”

They giggled just a little bit. “Stand on tip-toe when you hug me, like you do with Father?”

“Certainly. Ah, well, let’s get you boys home and settled, shall we?”

Orpheus could feel Robyn glance at him as Calliope led the way. They shook their head slightly–they hadn’t mentioned anything about it, yet, they weren’t going to get upset about anything gender-related. They followed her to the car, helping Robyn to get their combined luggage into the trunk, then settled in and buckled up. “Mama…can we talk when we get home? Just you and me?”

“Of course, darling. Once you boys settle in, I plan on making some baklava. You can join me. I’m sure your aunts will happily keep Robyn occupied.” 

“Thank you, ma’am, but I think I’ll take some time and settle in��maybe take a nap. The plane ride was too awesome for me to miss any of it and we had to get up insanely early for it.” Robyn chimed in. He knew exactly what Orpheus planned to discuss, so…it was a good excuse, to give them the privacy they wanted. 

“Suit yourself.”

 An hour later, Orpheus emerged from their bedroom, padding his way down to the kitchen. Calliope had just finished blitzing the walnuts in the food processor, and was mixing in a deliciously-smelling healthy dash of cinnamon and nutmeg. They took a moment just to breathe the warm earthiness in, remembering how she used to make it all the time when she lived with them. They missed those days, sometimes–at least the good parts. They missed how their voice sounded blending with her warm alto. 

But they also knew the divorce was for the best. 

“I got the loud part over with, so you wouldn’t have to deal with it.” Calliope smiled when she saw them, and gestured for him to come join her. “If you make the honey syrup, I can start assembling the layers. Everything’s measured out, you just have to combine them on the stovetop, bring it to a boil until the sugar dissolves, then down to a simmer for four minutes. Got that?” 

“Got it.” Orpheus slid into place, stirring together the sugar, honey, lemon juice, and water. They were quiet for a moment, watching the mixture as it came to a boil. “Mama…you would love me no matter what, right?”

“...Of course, Orpheus. You’re my son!” Calliope paused from laying out layers of phyllo to look directly at them. “Nothing you could say or do can change my love for you.”

“Well…it’s just…I’m not your son, really.” She was really staring now, stricken–God, that wasn’t what they meant. “Sorry, that came out wrong! I just mean I’m not a boy.”

“...Oh.” She grew quiet, furrowing her brow as she turned back to the pastry. She was buttering each layer rather more aggressively than they remembered. “...And your father hasn’t seen fit to get you puberty blockers? Or hormone therapy?” 

“Mama.” Orpheus managed to actually sound stern at that. “I’m not a girl, either, so transitioning isn’t exactly straightforward. Father is supporting me the way I want, right now. I’m…not sure I love all the changes that puberty is throwing at me, but I don’t want to just stay a child, either.” They took a breath, focusing back on the syrup for a moment. It was time to turn the temperature down, let it simmer for a while. With that done, they turned back to their mother. “I wanted to tell you so you’d know who and what I am. Not to give you or Father any ammunition to use against each other. I thought you two had gotten to be friends since the divorce, anyway?”

“...You’re right. I’m sorry, Orpheus, I was just…surprised.” She sighed. “...How did my child grow to be so wise?”

“I had two very good examples in my life. Even if they found they couldn’t live in the same household.” They smiled. “Some good’s coming from it, at least. We’re talking to Desire a lot more often. I think Father may have actually gone to them for advice when I first came out.” 

“Really?” There was a hint of laughter in her voice, now, and she started layering in the spiced nuts. “Well, I’m glad it’s proven good for their relationship. But how are you coping with it?”

“It…has made school a little tougher. But honestly, the kinds of people who were gonna bully me over this were already bullying me because I’m autistic, so. Hasn’t really changed all that much.”

She made a distressed face at the mention of his bullies, pausing to pull him into a side-hug. “I’m sorry you’re having a tough time at school, darling.”

“...It’s ok. Robyn is actually a pretty good defender, all in all. It’s…actually how we met. And honestly I think we were siblings before our dads got it together and realized they were head over heels for each other. It’s been nice.”

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[bobaandasiandramas]

Hey, so I totally dove into to twilight universe, I know I already told you all this but hey guess what I did? Did I write a short one shot (it could be a two shot) for Paul X F. Reader? I did.

Rating : 18+ it's steamy and suggestive. I also wrote this quickly today when I had free minutes so it's not edited or anything.

Pairing: Paul Lahote X F. Reader

UNTITLED

The party was in full swing, you were already a couple of drinks in. Feeling good but not drunk. You had decided to take a break from dancing with your friends and relaxed on the loveseats on the deck. Your friends sat on one seat together while you took the left side of the open loveseat. You placed your glass on the table and continued talking. This was exactly what you needed. Just a relaxing, fun night with your girls. 

You were giggling over a story your friend was telling when your eyes caught Paul and his friends walking over. His friends took the other open loveseat, while Paul took the right side of the seat you were on. He was massive next to you, pure muscle. He looked over and gave you a winning smile before he turned his attention to his friends as he leaned back and spread his legs in a comfortable manner. 

Now you and Paul weren't strangers, you hooked up once or twice in the past, nothing more than heavy make out sessions. You always got interrupted before it could go any further. You could always tell he wanted more, craved it even. You were the one a little more reserved after having a break up with a long time boyfriend. You could be ready now if Paul was still interested. 

Your eyes widened when he spread his legs, his thigh pressing against your own. Your friends gave you knowing looks and giggled. The heat that radiated through his shorts to your thigh had you squirming slightly as your thoughts went straight to the gutter. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and it took everything in you to not freak out. 

Your friends excused themselves to go dance, you decided to stay and at least try to soak in the limited contact. You joined in the conversation with the boys, Jared and Embry were always kind to you and Paul didn't seem to mind you joining in, throwing an arm across the back of the chair. “Hey, Paul,” your voice was just above a whisper. “could you possibly move your leg? It's just that I'm all tight to the corner here.” 

Paul looked over to you, smirking as his brown eyes raked over your form. “Oh, I'm sorry Darlin’. I didn't even realize.” His eyes darkened with what you assumed was lust. 

You felt yourself swallow hard. “It's okay.” 

He shifted slightly turning more toward you, his hands grabbing your waist as he pulled you over and onto his lap, having you straddle him. You were vaguely aware that Jared and Emvry were getting up, wishing a good night. 

“Plenty of room for you to sit here.” His hands stayed on both sides of your hips. 

“You don't mind?” Your hands resting on his shoulders. 

“No,” he tugged your hips forward, rolling you over his hardening bulge. “I don't mind at all.”

You gasp at the sensation, heat flooding your core immediately. You tried to play it off but then he did it again, this time lifting his hips to meet yours. “What's wrong Darlin’?” He chuckled as your grip on him tightened while you bit your lip. 

You could feel the length of him under you, it left little to the imagination. “Paul…” your voice dragged off unsure of what exactly to say. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” He feigned innocence and trusted up into your core, if there weren't layers of clothes between you it would have been the perfect angle for him to slip in. 

“Oh god.” you whimpered as you sagged against him. The sheer size of him swallowing you whole. Your eyes closed as your forehead rested against his.

“No gods here Darlin’. Just me.” He whispered, his breath dancing across your lips. “I'm more like the devil anyway.” He rutted into your core once. Then twice before his lips captured yours suddenly. You kissed him back, moving your hips with his hands helping you ride him, turning yourself into a blubbering mess. “That's it dear,” He said once he pulled away, looking deeply at you. “take what you need. I'll take my turn after.”

[nctstar]

won't you stay inside?

labyrinth | ch. 2

You were scared that after all that, there was no love left in your body, not a single shred, no matter how much you dug.

pairing: hyuckren x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: mystery-thriller, angst, romance

warnings: profanity (use of fuck, shit), polyamory, kissing, domestic disputes (reader yells and everyone is very emotional), crying, severe headaches, slight violence (reader accidentally hits someone), panic attacks, road accidents

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also don't condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. I'm not a mental health expert and don't claim to be at all, if you are struggling please find some resources to help yourself or dm me for support <3

a/n: FINALLYYY the continuation is here! i am pleased to announce that I have thought of the entire story for this fic and i am hoping that i can be somewhat consistent in updating this from now on. things have definitely picked up haha :D would love to know what people think about this <3

“Honey? You alright?” Your knuckles were turning white, tendons contracting, as if to anchor yourself post the new text message sitting in your inbox. You felt a warm hand on your hair, Renjun’s brown eyes looking into yours, infused with concern and confusion. Across from you sat Haechan, the sun hitting the back of his head and tracing a soft, angelic line around the outline of his body, eyes lightened by the same bright rays. The metal chopsticks clanked on the side of the bowl as he brought his attention to you. It was in that moment, the split second that it took for Haechan to put on that façade, that you felt like everything was wrong again.

But, as long as you stood on Earth, nothing else mattered but these two men. For them, you would ignore any oddities, any flashes of guilt or fear, anything that threatened the fragile fabric of the relationship between the three of you. You would throw that lost phone into the deepest oceans if you could, tear your eyes away, switch off your brain, just so you could wake up with your legs tangled with theirs.

You know you couldn’t do that. But that was the sacrifice you were willing to make during times like this.

The tendons in your hands loosened, blood rushing back to the tips of your fingers. You answered cooly, “Yeah. Just not used to sleeping so well.” Renjun caressed you as he did on most days, starting at the crown of your head, pressing your hair gently onto your neck, finishing off with circles between your shoulder blades. You took his other hand, grazing your lips on the soft skin, smelling like honey and sweet waffles. “You going to work today?”

Renjun sighed, Haechan’s chair grazing against the tiles as he threw his head back, letting the hair move from his forehead. “Yeah, hon. You guys will be okay, right? I could take the day off-“

“It’s alright.” Haechan flicked the handle of the sink, a steady stream of water running over his hands. Your eyes couldn’t leave the glint of the ring as he washed his heads, and you watched closely as they shook a little as he spoke. “We’ll be alright, right, baby?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” You smiled at him, tilting your head up so he could walk over and press a kiss to your nose. His breath smelt like coffee as he sighed, forehead pressed to yours, brown eyes watery and intense gazing into yours. His fingers brought your chin closer to him, letting his lips taste yours.

When he pulled away, Renjun was putting on his coat at the door. Shuffling off your high chair, you stepped up to him, taking his hands in yours. “Take…take care of yourself, okay?” He smiled, muttering cute under his breath and leaning over to kiss you twice, second time much deeper as he brought your hips flush against his. “See you tonight, my love.”

As soon as the door shut, you heard Haechan’s body and the layers of clothing he had on crinkled and rustled as he almost leapt off his chair. “So, what do you wanna do today, baby? Renjun told me you don’t have to go into work.”

You fought the frown that was forming on your forehead, uneasy at the lie that Renjun had clearly told him. I mean, was it really a lie if there was no work to begin with? “Y-yeah. Yeah, we have the day to ourselves.” You walked over to him, the smell of him growing more and more intense as you did. You sighed, looking up at his face.

He was definitely different. But he was here. And he was yours.

His hands landed on your waist and squeezed tenderly, making you wrap your arms around his body, side of your head pressing against his chest. Your heart was warm, but your brain buzzed. Your legs felt like jelly as you opened your mouth, closing it again before you couldn’t help yourself. “What…what happened to you?”

There was a flash in his eyes, something that changed at shutter speed, but it was gone before either of you could catch it. “I really don’t know. But,” he stroked a stray piece of hair away from your face as you looked up at him, trying to read him. “I remember you.”

∞

You shivered, one hand dug in the depths of your coat pocket while the other remained gloveless, allowing you to snatch hasty glances at your phone. Not a single notification. You sighed, heart pounding and ankles wobbly from the wind.

The warmth of the restaurant taunted you. Couples under muted lights, soft touches and the clanking of cutlery as they ate, time forced to stand still for these moments of tender expression. Yet here you were, stockings rubbing uncomfortably against the skin of your freshly shaved legs, nose frozen in the cold.

You fought yourself in your head before taking out your phone to type an angry text, embarrassment quickly turning into rage.

haechan

where are you? it’s freezing out here ☹

You frowned, chills settling deep in your stomach. Swallowing, you texted back.

me

I’m right here??

You paused, looking up to see the blurry outlines of the street sign move in and out of focus in the falling snow.

me

la vie?

haechan

shit.

i’m at another place.

15 minutes away.

Your body shivered once again, this time making you squat down on the side of the road. You looked around, desperate for warmth.

haechan

so sorry. there are so many french restaurants around here.

me

is that where you used to take haeun?

You regretted it as soon as you hit send, but you were biting your lip in a sudden fit of overwhelming emotion, body shaking not just from the ice falling like spikes onto your face. Your eyes welled up as you watched the read on the screen, conversation halted.

”_?”

When you looked up, a lone tear travelled down your face, and you marvelled at its ability to persevere, to not freeze over at once.

Renjun towered over you, a woman you hadn’t seen before strung on his arm. She crouched down almost immediately, placing her gloved palm on the small of your back. “Are you okay?” Her Korean rolled off her mouth with ease. You blinked, and suddenly, there was Haeun, her smile radiant, her hand warm on your back, the smell of baby powder dusting all around you.

The strange woman stared back at you, worry etched in her face. You nodded hastily, getting up before Renjun could come any closer. He tried to reach for you but you jerked away, your coat now feeling like bricks weighing your shoulders down. “I’m fine. I was just going home.” It was the stupidest and most obvious lie, but everything was too much, and you needed to leave.

“_?” Your name in the air for the second time, and you felt his arm around you before you saw his face. Haechan. You were trying to shrug him off, sudden panic and fear and guilt growing in the ends of your fingers, choking you from the outside in. His arms were gripping tighter and tighter around you, both arms wrapped around your middle, the air being squeezed out of every cell in your body. You gasped and gasped, but you felt like you were dying. Open mouth to scream, only to be met with silence, thick as honey and dread. No, no, no, STOP!

“Baby!”

You awoke with a sweaty whimper, tears soaking your face, the smell of Haechan’s body around you as your vision focused on his face. “Shh, shh…” His hands were on your face, your arms, your sides, but for a moment you were lost. Confused, like your mind had endless passageways you had never explored, and you were standing at a dead end.

“H-Hyuck?”

“Yeah, baby, right here.” His hand was warm on your skin, your hair splayed across his lap, and you were suddenly aware of the weight of your head pressing into his thighs. Shooting up, you groaned as your vision shook, heart pounding and bile creeping up your throat. “Oh, it hurts, it hurts…”

“_, you don’t look well. Let’s go to the hospital.” You shook your head. “No, no, babe, I’m fine. You’re…” you sucked in a short breath, waiting for the throbbing in your head to melt away, throb a little quieter, so your thoughts could stop screaming in your skull. “You’re here. You’re here today.”

“Yeah.” He cupped your face in both his hands, pecking you on the lips. “I am.” Hanging your hand off his lifted arm, you sighed. “Usually there’s no one here. There’s no one. And I don’t want to make Renjun come home. You know how he is. He’d stay with me forever, and then get fired.” You folded your knees and wrapped your arms around them, while Haechan chuckled, holding one of your hands in his.

“You’re right. He would baby you for an entire week.”

“Like he doesn’t already.” You rolled your eyes in exaggeration, but images of Renjun in your brain penetrated your heart like a drug, and you thought of his hands that smelt like waffles, his hips when they rubbed against yours this morning.

“He loves you. So much. I can tell.”

“I love him more, Hyuck.” You thought of Renjun towering over you, the strange woman hanging off his arm, the way you yanked your arm away.

Why?

“Did you, wanna talk about it? Your dream, I mean.” You shook your head before you even registered that you were, as if your brain was working in spite of your thoughts. “I don’t really like to recall nightmares honestly. They’re usually stupid anyway.” Haechan hummed, you feeling the soft fabric of his freshly laundered shirt against your cheek as scooched over, nestling in his body. You traced lines on his arms, studying the moles that peppered his skin. You pecked where your head rested against his body, the detergent smell filling all the passageways in the maze of your brain.

You spent most of the day in his arms, in and out of dreamless slumbers and in between noises of the TV and the smell of lunch, and bungeoppang Haechan got for you after you whined about the scent driving you crazy.

As you bit into the soft bread, the hot red bean paste scalding the roof of your mouth, Haechan spoke. “So, this one is Lorelai.” You giggled. “Yeah, baby, according to literally all the other characters.”

“And that’s her daughter, right?” You both watched Lorelai and Rory shove indulgent amounts of fast food into their mouths, scattered over the coffee table as they made themselves comfortable on the couch. You nodded, engrossed in the dialogue. Haechan toyed with a few strands of your hair absentmindedly. The sky was now painting itself in shades of lilac and pink and deep orange, the temperature cooling with the remains of the day.

“She reminds me of you.”

“Haven’t heard that for the first time.” You chewed, the flavours feeling euphoric in your mouth. “God, I really needed this.”

“Me or the bungeoppang?” You both laughed in sync with the mother and daughter duo on the TV, and all four of you knew the answer.

The sound of the keys jangling had you shoving the rest of the treat in your mouth, leaping off the couch to run to the door. Haechan laughed, standing up after you, leftover chip crumbs falling to the floor.

“Tadaima!” It was a silly inside joke between you and Renjun, born after watching a lot of Japanese romantic movies and TV shows that Haechan found cringe, but the both of you, being hopeless romantics, pored over on slow weekday evenings.

“Hey, _.” As soon as the sound of your name hit your ears, you knew something was up.

Renjun looked lost in thought, and, as you looked into his face, you noticed the black shadows around his eyes, flickering across his face as if taunting you for not noticing them before.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You started to shake involuntarily, and he took your hands in yours, momentarily snapping out of his daze to try and comfort you.

You were getting déjà vu. The night that Renjun came home to tell you Haechan had gone missing, the moments before had played out exactly like this.

“Renjun.” Haechan’s voice was so stern, so much so it…confused you. Before you could turn around, Renjun stroked your cheek, willing your attention to him. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry about everything. For not believing you, for keeping this a secret-“

“Keeping wha-“ Before you could even think to process it all, Haechan lunged past you, standing between you and Renjun, a physical block that you would have never expected. You moved to the side, studying the way Haechan’s eyes glinted with desperation, anger, and Renjun looking back apologetically. Your heart was sinking, your legs feeling like jelly, the familiar feeling of losing your grip on reality taking over all of your senses.

“What the fuck is going on?” Your voice wobbled, making both men turn to you. Haechan walked over, grabbing your shoulders, bending over to kiss your cheek. “I have to go.” The smell of the bungeoppang was still in the air, and you were thinking about how cruel the universe was, to line the edges of your nightmare with the sweet smell of something so delicate, so delicious, so special to you.

“What?” You could hardly believe it, but Renjun’s silence said it all. You stepped away, and Renjun’s eyes widened. “Honey, please-“

“No, fuck you both!” Your eyes were brimming with tears. You sucked in a breath, trying to calm your shaky body, the volume of your voice. “Why are you keeping shit from me? Don’t I mean anything to you?” The raspy whispers came out like a blunt knife, more painful as time stretched in front of you. Words were flying out of your mouth, and there was a small voice in the back of your head begging you to stop before it was too late. “Why, what happened to us?” You were sobbing now, and Renjun stepped forward, but you held up your hands, pushing the invisible barrier between the both of you towards him. “Don’t touch me right now. I just, I need…” you doubled over, your chest tightening, and you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t breathe at all, just like in the dream, with his arms squeezing the life out of you-

“Honey? Are you alright? Oh my god…” You felt Renjun’s arms around you, and in a panic, you stumbled away, hitting him in the face. Your eyes watered, watching the bruise bloom across his tender features, the split second where he hesitated before stepping towards you. “Renjun, fuck…” your words slurred, tears streaming down your face as the apartment was shrouded in the darkness of dusk. “I’m a fucking monster. You don’t deserve me.” You swallowed your tears, and you watched as Renjun’s face crumbled, a mix of fear and sadness drawn across his skin. Behind you, you heard Haechan sniffle, and you heard him say, “I’m gonna fix this, I promise. I love you so much.”

The last thing you remember was your front door slamming, the same one that had opened 24 hours ago, complete with the sound of your lover yelling that he was finally home, finally, after an entire year. The same one that you had embraced your lover in front of, kissing him with all the love you had to spare, pulling your body towards him so that he could feel you, all of you. You were scared that after all that, there was no love left in your body, not a single shred, no matter how much you dug.

Your feet were slapping across the tarmac, and you could hear Renjun’s voice yelling behind you, pleading with you. His voice began to fade as you ran across the street, took a few twists and turns, running like a madwoman with no sense of direction. Eventually, you were forced to slow as your vision turned blurry, the streetlights and headlights turning into blobs of red, yellow and green. In the midst of it all, your head had started pounding until it reached a peak, throbbing harder than ever had before, so hard you clutched your hair with both fists, groaning audibly. You heard a few gasps and murmurs of surprise, a few passerbys vocalising their concern near your ears.

“Miss, miss? You alright?” “Someone call…” All you could think about for a moment was the thing, the thing with a gazillion passageways in your head, and you were there. You were standing there. There was a light, and it was growing brighter and brighter, glowing like the sun, hot like the sun. But you thought for a second that it didn’t matter, that you were lost anyway, even if the light grew stronger, even in the moments when you thought you could see it all.

That’s when you opened your eyes, and the woman on the sidewalk screamed as the headlights of the bungeoppang truck headed straight towards you.

[mania-sama]

It's been a while since i've done a song analysis, so I'm going to come back into it with That's So True and how it is so incredibly KevJean core at the time that Kevin fled Edgar Allen and Evermore/the Nest that I HAVE to write it. This song has been haunting my nightmares and playing on repeat in my car. All I can think about is them when I hear it and scream the lyrics.

"I could go and read your mind / Think about your dumb face all the time / Looking into your big blue eyes / Did it just to hurt me, make me cry." -> Jean knew Kevin was different from Riko since the get-go. Riko thrived in the Nest. While Kevin was good, Kevin also had aspirations and dreams that tried to take flight from the cage it was trapped in. A history degree, in spite of the required business degree, for one. Jean was pulled in by Kevin's inherent charisma, his beautiful face, and it was what hurt him. We see in his point of view how badly he regrets letting himself get close to Kevin, letting himself trust him, even into his Trojan arc. We see how much that hurt, when Kevin left. How not only did Kevin leave Jean, but also revealed their secret that Kevin made between them. At the time, Jean could only think that Kevin did it just to hurt him, to send him through the deepest layers of Hell even though Jean had already thought he was in it.

"Smiling through it all, yeah, that's my life." -> Not only does this fit Jean, but it fits Kevin as well. Both of them were being observed all of the time. Jean couldn't show his hurt to the rest of the team, but Kevin? Kevin was hiding everything from the cameras constantly pointed at him. Even when he fled the Nest and took refuge with the foxes, he pretended as though his hand was mangled in a skiing accident until the last book. They put on their brave faces and smiled. Only, Kevin's been doing it as long as he's been alive. While this analysis is mainly about Jean, I want to point out where it fits Kevin like a glove, too. Smiling through it, or, at least, not showing the dead weight of their lame legs has been their character arcs throughout the books.

"Bet you're thinking, "She's so cool" / Kicking back on your couch, making eyes from across the room / Wait, I think I've been there too / What'd she do to get you off? / Taking down her hair like, oh my God / Taking off your shirt, I did that once or twice." -> Then there is that lick of jealousy. Rather than thinking this is about Kevin's canonical girlfriend, Thea, I think that this is in relation to the Foxes themselves. Kevin no longer cares for Jean or the Ravens anymore, supposedly. He cares for the Foxes now. And perhaps the Foxes are enamored with Kevin like Jean was before Kevin betrayed him and slit his throat. He's wondering what they have that he doesn't, even though it's petty and stupid and wrong, since he knows exactly why Kevin left and exactly why Jean will never be enough for him. He wonders if they are playing and talking and passing to him like Jean once did, doing all the same things, and he goes through the agonizing cycle over and over again until it's too much to bear.

"No, I know and I'll fuck off / But I think I like her, she's so fun / Wait I think I hate her / I'm not that evolved." -> Jealousy and hatred go hand and hand. I don't think he's ever liked or been impressed with the Foxes to begin with. And now? Now it's even worse, because he has to battle with the fact that Kevin chose them and not the best Exy team in the United States. He chose the one that's dead last. Surely there has to be a redeeming quality? Jean pours over them, absorbing ever single play, trying to see in them what Kevin apparently sees, and comes away with nothing but confusion and hatred.

"You've got me thinking she's so cool / But I know what I know and you're just another dude / That's so true." -> And in the end, when all is said and done, he has to contend with the fact that Kevin is just some pretty boy he fell for. That is all there really is to it, for him. He got hurt by just another boy. The Foxes don't have to be anything special. Jean doesn't have to be anything special, because Kevin is just Kevin in his personal life. To the Exy world, he may be a star. But to Jean, Kevin is another boy. Another man that hurt him (even if it is not that simple).

"Made it out alive, but I think I lost it / Said that I was fine, said it from my coffin / Remember how I died, when you started walking? / That's my life, that's my life." -> He made it out of Riko's punishment physically alive, that much is true. But this is what is going through his head when Kevin pops up on the television screen, his announcement of his transfer to the Palmetto State Foxes blaring in the Nest and in the halls of Edgar Allen University. He is screaming to himself that he told himself it was fine for all of these years, that it is fine that Kevin left and slit his throat on the way out, but it's not. He lost a part of himself back when Kevin's hand was broken. Kevin walked out, and he sliced Jean open on the way. He left Jean for dead, even though the Nest is his life. It's the only place he can be, and Kevin knows that. He knows that Jean isn't like the other players, and yet. And yet. That was his life, and Kevin did his goddamn best to ruin it, in Jean's mind. And I can imagine this was all coming back to him when he was locked away with the Foxes after Renee saved him. When Kevin comes around to visit, it's all rushing back to him in a tipsy, pain-hazed blur, of the day Kevin walked and ruined Jean's entire fragile paradise with him.

"I'll put up a fight, taking out my earrings / Don't you know the vibe, don't you know the feeling?" -> I like to think that this is part of Kevin's response to Jean. Because Kevin knows very well how Jean feels. He knows that what he did hurt Jean, and he knows that Jean will never truly forgive him for doing something Kevin had to do. Jean's fight had left him. He gave up resisting because it only made his life worse than it already was. Kevin, not so much. Riko mangled his hand, and Kevin put up the fight of his life to leave. He got a backbone and left. He took out his earrings and left behind the place that was damaging. Don't you know the vibe? The feeling? Kevin begs, asking Jean to understand what the calling of a better place looks like. How Penn States and the Foxes called to him so he could finally be free. Because surely Jean has heard it before; they both have. Kevin just stopped ignoring it.

"You should spend the night / Catch me on your ceiling / That's your prize, that's your prize." -> And this is Jean’s final response to Kevin. That Kevin still left and still slit his throat on the way out. Kevin escaped, but at what cost to Jean? Perhaps there is that small, bitter part of him that wants Kevin to lay awake at night and remember just how badly he wronged Jean. Bitterness gets you nowhere, but Jean isn't going anywhere anyway.

[lucifers-owl]

Cypher fell first but Sova fell harder

Cypher fell first but Sova fell harder. Sova doesn't quite grasp the moment when he fell in love. He had just realized at some point that his gaze lingered a little longer on Cypher's features. He realized that he wanted to know what he was like under the disguise and all his layers of covered clothing. He realized that he tended to go on the same missions with him, chalking it up to the fact that they both got along well and just seemed to work well together as a team. Sova knew that Cypher wasn't reciprocating his feelings, after all, he had a family, and now he was one of the Agents, who hid his true identity as much as possible. Yet Sova couldn't help but keep thinking about him. He would often fall asleep imagining the two of them sitting on the roof together, looking up at the stars, their fingers intertwined, both of them finally gloveless and touching one another. He would often wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares, wishing that Cypher was there, that he could calm him down and support him when everything around him seemed terrifying and unwelcoming. But Cypher was gone, and Sova, again and again, went to Fade to have his nightmares taken away.

Sova doesn't understand why he fell in love. Their work is hard, exhausting and terribly dangerous, they could be killed today or tomorrow, but Sova still finds the strength to stay awake at night and think about how hopelessly in love he is. Sova occasionally gets lost in conversation with Cypher, and then hates himself for being embarrassed and probably caught in the act.

Cypher understands exactly why he fell in love with Sova. Sova is kind, even though he seems stern and cold. Sova is careful, even though he seems rough and bulky. Also, Sova was being himself with Cypher. He didn't change his attitude towards him like other people did, he didn't fear him, he didn't try to hide anything like other Agents did. Sova was just being himself. And Sova was also so damn handsome and very much to Cypher's taste. Cypher isn't a fool, he sees how embarrassed the guy is, sees his hands shake nervously when they talk, how he fumbles with the clasps on his gloves or rubs his earrings in his ear. Cypher sees it all perfectly. And he's just a little tired of waiting for Sova to get his thoughts straight.

“Sova!” Cypher calls out to him before he can shut the door to his bedroom. He peeks out and tilts his head to the side, raising his eyebrows in silent question. “I've heard you in Russia love tea… I would bet that my tea tastes better. Would you like to try some?” ”I… Um… Yeah, go ahead, yeah…" Sova feels the tips of his ears turn red and he hastily covers them with his hair. He leaves the room, heading after Cypher.

They sat down right next to each other on the floor, where Cypher had already laid something and set up a low table. Two cups of tea are on it as if the man was already sure of the other's consent to the tea party. Sova's mind was in chaos, his heart was beating somewhere under his throat, so loudly that it seemed that Cypher was just about to hear everything.

”Cypher, are you… Not going to drink?” Sova said, taking the glass cup in his hands and taking a small sip. Cypher had been watching the whole time, his piercing eyes following Sova's every move. "I will, but…" Cypher sighed and slowly pulled off his gloves. His swarthy skin is rough, dry in places, and pale spots are going up under his sleeves. Sova blushes harder. “Call me Aamir, I beg you." Cypher takes the mask off his face in slow motion. Sova doesn't care about the scars, or the skin splotches, nothing. Apart from the fact that Cypher is sitting in front of him without his mask and gloves. “I trust you, Sova” “Your trust means the world to me. And… Just Sasha, I beg you”

Sova thought falling in love any deeper was impossible, but he was obviously wrong.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Girl In the Black dress

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Cute 

Concept Benny’s Wife

I headed through the hotel in my a-line white dress with black piping along each seam, my fiery hair half pinned up and half allowed to cascade down to my shoulders and my ankle boots to seal my look. I knew I had to look glamorous after all it was well expected of me. I had taken a year off for myself after my Moscow victory mostly just to spend time with myself, with Jolene, up keeping the house and to mostly decide my next steps given such a victory. I have to admit I was nervous about this weekend, not just about returning after my absence, not that it worried me too much. But about… seeing him. I knew I would and honestly I had been avoiding him. After our… heated discussion before I left for Moscow, I was worried about him, about us even if there really was much of an us.  When he called me up in Moscow there was no one's voice I wanted to hear more than that of benny watts, and he granted me that and I am ever grateful for his assistance. But, my hopes were dashed when I stepped off that plane. I landed into Kennedy airport in New York as it was the best to fly in to come from Moscow and all, I hoped and I suppose expected for me to get off the plane grab my bags and like a terrible movie he'd be waiting for me with a hug and a kiss, he'd take me back to that dirty little basement we'd go over the chess games in ludicrous detail and we'd end the night satisfied in each other's arms, however, that didn't happen.

No one was at the airport for me. I called his phone from the lounge but no answer. So I gritted my teeth and paid for a cab to the Brooklyn basement and yet I found it empty. Luckily I wasn't waiting long, as by the time I reached the sidewalk his beetle pulled up. I smiled and for a moment assumed we must have just missed each other and we'd laugh about it over a game of speed chess tonight. I rather foolishly believed that everything was fine, and good, and had returned to his things when I left New York before everything happened. But I was wrong.

"What? No, I don't have a hotel I assumed I'd just -"

"So you just assumed I'd let you stay? Without so much as a call?"

"Okay sorry I didn't call I just thought I could stay with you"

"I don't really think that's a good idea. Do you?" He says heading down to his apartment not even so much as offering me a coffee.

At the time I was so angry at him but I had since mellowed and come to understand a bit better. I kinda assumed I could just come back to Benny as I had to Harry, abandoned him, left him hanging and then be welcomed with open arms when I came back but no, not with benny. We had barely spoken since and when we did he was clear they were social calls, to talk chess and friends. No, I miss you's. No begging to come to New York. Nothing. It was like before our time together. I understood why I had bruised him before Moscow. And that's not something Benny forgives easily. Even if part of me was still hopeful we could rekindle our New York snuggles and the sweet affection that came with it.

I reached the main lounge area for the hotel where everyone was congregated having a drink before the first games at eleven. Everyone was smoking, drinking and lounging about as usual. I didn't drink, I didn't want to this early not if this tournament would be long lasting as it usually was. I scanned the room at my competition while also semi-scanning for the goth cowboy.

But I heard that family cocky tone "Harmon"

"Watts" I smirked turning on my heels to see him and there he loomed. Stood on the carpet in his usual black shoes however they were slightly different they didn't have that layer of dust and scuff across them, they looked as if they where polished an hour ago his dark blue jeans hugged him close, his leather belt tightly around him with his holster down his thigh his knife sat there as always, his dark green button down barely buttoned exposing his chest and silver chains, his jacket missing, his hat playfully in his hand, his hair fluffy and well fixed, his rings across his fingers and chains around his wrists, he still smelt of his cheap cologne and slightly of mahogany and leather, he looked obviously the same but cleaner, tidier, and that was strange for benny even if he still hadn't had a shave. "Been a while"

"It has. It has" he nods "you playing or observing?"

"Both I suppose" I nodded "it's nice to see you"

"Yeah nice to see you too" he cracked a small smile

"Here you are dear, I'm sorry I forgot it" a voice smiled behind him. I peeked around him as she came into view, a girl. Perhaps a year older than me I couldn't tell for sure her voice was a polite refinement. She stood a fair few inches shorter than benny even if she had a pair of black kitten heels, she wore thin sheer black tights and a tee-length black dress of a chiffon or some other type of fluid-shifting fabric that seemed to have a shift of silver when she moved, the dress flowed from a band just above her waist with two large sections of fabric going up across her shoulders however leaving from the band to her neck exposed in a rectangular opening, small sleeves that sat slightly puffed up with pleats and a similar band that went around the hem at her elbows. A silver necklace on her chest perfectly against her exposed skin. She had sweet well sculpted y/h/c curls, makeup perfectly even if used rather sparingly, she had a white handbag on a silver chain over her shoulder and a few silver bangles and bracelets around her wrists, Benny's trademark leather trench coat over her arm. He smiled so widely when he saw her wider than I think I had ever really seen him smile before

"No worries, thank you for getting it for me darling" he Cooes giving her forehead a peck showing off their height difference as even in her heels he didn't have to move down at all in fact his lips were perfectly where in line with her forehead leaving me to assume out of her heels she'd only likely be at his shoulder. He took the jacket from her slipping it and his hat on "how do I look?' he asked her

"Gorgeous" she smiled

He chuckled taking her hand in his and giving her hand a kiss "thank you, darling"

"Uhhh… introduction? Please?" I asked a little unsure what else to say given what had just unfolded In Front of me

"Course. Y/n this is Beth Harmon" he smiled

"I'm familiar" she smiled sweetly

"Beth this is y/n y/l/n"

She giggled and gave him a gentle elbow "silly boy"

"Oh right, sorry. Y/n Watts" he corrected

"Ohh uhh okay nice to meet you," I said offering my hand which she happily shook "this uhh this is news to me"

"Well it was only last month" she smiled showing her hand and her two rings both a sweet silver one with a large black diamond and the other a plain band, it was then I looked at benny and noticed he did have another ring than last I saw him.

"It's beautiful"

"Thank you"

"I hadn't heard about it"

"We kept it small. Cheap. Quick. We didn't want to wait anyway" he explained "haven't even told chess review or anything, I'm sure we'll see you," he says before the two headed off to talk with others

I couldn't help but watch them go understandably surprised. It's strange benny hadn't told me he was seeing someone let alone that he was engaged and now married. Not that I cared I mean he'd made his position clear it was just weird I guess to see him with someone else.

We had finished for today so I sat in the bar on one of the little stools trying not to watch but I found it rather impossible. It was late now; most boys had headed up to their rooms already, a few still lingered on their last drink, the bartender cleaning glasses and setting the bar up to close for the evening. The music is on low but still playing sweet songs. The lights were a little lower than they had been at the start of the night as most candles on the tables were burnt out by now and the windows were the darkness they would get. I nursed my Gibson, turning my attention to the sight I had been avoiding for what felt like hours.

To the side of the bar was a small wooden dance floor beside a large piano that of course wasn't being used. But the floor was as right in the middle under the glow of the glass chandelier they stood. Benny having set his jacket and his hat on the back of a chair at a side table leaving him in his well-shined shoes, tight jeans, his belt even if it was on a little looser now than this morning, his green button down with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and unbuttoned as always, his hands had begun on her waist but had shifted to her hips and now loosely sat in the small of her back. She wore the same dress as this morning but her curls slowly falling loose, and some of her make-up disappeared from this morning, her handbag was on the table beside benny's jacket and hat, she had begun their dancing in her heels but they had since been removed and now hung from her fingers as her arms rested on Benny's shoulders and around his neck so her heels hung down his back. They were dancing. It began as almost a full waltz at the beginning of the night but has slowed and become the gentle swaying it now was. The two often smiling, giggling and muttering little things to each other inaudible to anyone but them, but you could tell they were chatting and talking from their changes and reactions. The music was low but still enough they could dance.

I couldn't help watching them, feeling strange about it. I thought I wouldn't care and I don't but… seeing him with her, smiling, giggling, being so happy and playful. I'd never seen benny like that, I didn't think it was in his calculated chess brain's nature to be like that. I guess… he just wasn't with me. As they shifted for a moment she disappeared behind him and when the body came around the other side for a moment I saw myself in her place. Perhaps I would be if he had come to Moscow with me. But even if that might possibly make me happy, would Benny be so happy now if that's how things had been? I felt awful at that moment that my selfishness could Rob Benny of his happiness.

She gave his cheek a soft kiss, making him smile rubbing his nose against hers before capturing her lips in a kiss so much they both tightened their grips on each other as they kissed.

"We should get to bed," he told her

"One more song benny, please" she begs moving a hand down his chest

"One more song" he smiled taking her heels from her and sitting them on the floor beside the chair with his jacket and hat the two smiled and got closer so she could lay her head on his chest and he rested his chin on her head often pressing little kisses to her hair, and I smiled watching them it was so sweet and I did really feel happy for him. As they danced they turned in such a way that her back was to me and he looked up seeing me he moved a hand from her back to give me a little wave so I smiled and raised my glass back. And soon enough the song was over they gathered their things and came to the bar,

"You go on up I'll square up and be up in a sec," he told her she nodded giving him a kiss before she headed out and off towards the elevator as he paid up for the few drinks they had tonight

"She seems like a really nice girl"

He chuckled "she is."

"One more?" I offered

"Alright." He says sitting down on the stool beside me as I ordered each of us each a blue ribbon "you're still mad at me aren't you?"

"No. Not really?"

"You should see your face from this side Harmon"

"I'm not mad," I told him "just surprised is all"

"You don't like her. I take it?" He asks sipping his beer

"I met her this morning can't form an opinion that fast"

"Can't you?"

"She seems nice benny," I said sipping my drink

"Nice?"

"Yeah, nice"

"And out come the cat claws"  he laughed

"I'm serious" I complained giving him a shove "I mean it benny, I'm happy for you really"

"Really? Cause kinda looks like your mad"

"I'm not mad. Really. Why expect me to be jealous?"

"I gave her fair warning you might be." He says "I know what you're like."

"Hence the dress I assume" I smirked sipping my drink and he gave me a look so I glanced down to my own chest

"No, she wears stuff like that most of the time"

"she really is your wife" I laughed

"We are similar in that regard" he nods "I have to keep stealing my jacket back from her"

"That's just having a girlfriend benny, we steal everything"

"I know" he chuckled

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't think you really cared? You call me to talk chess didn't think you cared what was happening in my life" he says sipping his drink

"I cared," I answered, "when did you meet then?"

"Believe it or not the day before you came home from Moscow"

"Really?"

"Yeah. After calling you in Moscow I was pretty damn broke. And because life loves kicking me my washer blew up. Had to take all my laundry down to the laundromat, I put a load on and got comfy and I looked over and saw this girl playing solitaire. I went over and asked if I could join her and we played no-bet poker for hours with breaks to move our laundry around. That was y/n."

"That's sweet"

"I was pretty fucked after what happened Beth I won't lie. I thought… doesn't matter what I thought. But when you went off to Moscow without me it broke me, the moment I hung up that phone I cried because of you. I want you to know that. It took me until I called you to even face the idea of speaking to you again and I stand by helping you. But I knew when we hung up I was done. I wasn't going to be some doormat waiting for you to get back and decide if you wanted me. I drew a line. And just so happens I met y/n just after." He explained

"I was only gone a year, and you're already married?"

"It sounds so corny but… you know. I think I knew by our second poker match that I didn't want to let her go. The day you came back to New York,"

"You never answered the phone, why?"

"I was out. On our first date. Three months later she moved in, and four months after that I proposed, married a month ago" he explained flexing the fingers on his hand a little where he had his wedding ring

"Little Fast"

"... It's a strange feeling Beth, you almost don't realize how much is missing until you find who completes you and the moment you find them it's like a light just turns on and the moment they leave whether it's for a second or a year you know you can't go on without them. She brings me a joy I didn't know existed. Sorry it's hard to explain"

"No. I get it." I nodded "I am sorry benny, for how I treated you"

"Thanks," he says sipping his drink

"Guess if I hadn't you and y/n may never-"

"No." He snapped "it's cute to look back in hindsight and claim it was for the better, but that doesn't excuse the hurt you caused. And you have to live with that Beth."

"Sorry"

"It's fine"

"I've never seen you this happy before"

"She completes me. She has endless patience for my stupid rambling. The most support and kindness you could ever ask for. But Enough of a kick to keep me on track. She's everything I wanted and everything I need." He explained "and you know as a bonus fucking gorgeous"

"I did notice" I chuckled

"You should see her out the dress"

"You sure this marriage wasn't what the other head’s thinking?"

"No. I love her, I don't just wanna sleep with her. The body is just a bonus." He laughed "no we didn't have sex till our wedding"

"Whoa. Impressive restraint"

"Tell me about it. Try sleeping next to that for six months without thinking about it. But no not till we got married, she was… innocent anyway"

"Ohh" I chuckled

"I taught her everything she knows" he smirked "I am a fucking amazing teacher"

"An amazing fucking teacher" I laughed

"Both" he laughed

"I didn't know you could dance?"

"Neither did I." he laughs "But she loves it, so I learnt"

"She teach you?"

"Somewhat, I did get myself a small crash course from the learning centre after out fourth date"

"why?"

"I may have dropped her. and broke a table"

"Ohh dear"

"She thought it was funny. I really enjoy dancing with her seeing her smile and hearing her giggle in my ear"

"You'll have to give me a dance one day"

"I'll have to ask my wife's permission for that" he chuckled

"she keeps you on that short of a lead?"

"No, just think it would be polite to ask my wife if she'd be okay with me dancing with you"

"That's very sweet, considerate" I smiled "I'm thrilled, Benny, really. She seems like the perfect Mrs Watts. And it's amazing to see you so happy"

"Thanks, Beth." He smiled finishing his drink "see you tomorrow"

"See you tomorrow" I smiled

He fixed his hat before he headed off in the same direction as y/n went leaving me alone with the rest of my drink.