#and had this crash into my head while listening to this song so

[angelsxwords]

— weak.

that’s what he is for her. corinthian x f!reader | nsft 18+ mdni warnings; brief mention of eating eyes, but nothing like that is actually happening. this is really just sweet smexy time with cori + a bit of him being a simp. somewhat. (and a meanie). a/n; no glasses during s3x. suddenly had this in my head, so just have it.

A feeling that must be akin to entering heaven above washes over Corinthian once she embraces him with all she has. Her fingers are entangled in his blonde hair, tugging on the short strands and twisting them between her thin digits — and she’s all pressed against him, her warmth fully enveloping him.

Corinthian growls; low and possessive. His hands swiftly grab her hips to keep control of the pace, her rapid movements. His breathing is heavy with need for her and that perfectly sculpted body of hers. A goddess, that is what she reminds him of. Corinthian wants to eat her — absolutely devour her, dig teeth into her delicate skin and bite and bite until it‘s all decorated with his marks and no one else’s.

He follows the siren‘s call. Hides his face in the juncture between her neck and shoulder and sinks into her flesh, eliciting a throaty moan from her. She welcomes the dull ache and shudders for him.

"Fuck," Corinthian mutters into her skin, gripping her ass as if it is his one and only lifeline. He lifts her up, and drops her down on him again. Repeating the motion over and over, until he brushes sweetly against the one spot inside her that makes her eyes roll and her back arch. She cries for Corinthian so prettily, lost in the pleasure he’s bestowing upon her. A chorus mixed with her song and skin slapping against skin echoes through the grand space of their bedroom. It is a beautiful addition to the pleasure.

"That‘s it," each word carefully punctuated with an especially deep thrust and fuck she holds onto his hair even tighter, "just how you like it, hm?"

Corinthian‘s low and breathless tone erupts a warmth within her core that spreads like a wildfire. It consumes her in seconds and she can’t stop it — reaches the high and lets herself fall, knowing there’s nothing Corinthian loves to watch more.

She sobs. He guides her through the sparks shooting through her veins and the exploding stars in her eyes, while gnashing his teeth. There it is again, that enticing itch as he sees her lose herself, watches her pupils dilate in the pool of tears. It drives him feral, much like her impossibly tightening around him until he can barely think anymore.

"There, there, darling."

Corinthian leans in closer, kisses along the streak of tears and collects the tiny droplets all the way up to her eyes. His own eyes, no more than an accurate reflection of his hungry mouth, find their desired prey and nip just at the corner of her eye socket — careful not to damage his treasure.

She boldly yanks him away by the hair, trembling all over, and forces a groan from him. She kisses Corinthian‘s neck, still rolling her hips, grinding against him, prolonging their shared pleasure. Shivers race down his back, her lips an angel's feather on his skin. Sweet and innocent. One of his hands abandons their prior position to reach between their bodies, finding her sensitive little bud. His favourite thing, really. And it’s utterly mean of Corinthian, perhaps meant to be a punishment for interrupting him, but he pinches and rubs it in slow, agonising circles, listens to her breath hitch, feels her twitch — too much, too much.

"One more, yeah? Give me one more."

He wraps his other hand around her throat, without applying any pressure. Just to better keep her there, in his lap, to prevent her escaping the touch. No safe word reaches his ears, thus he keeps bullying her clit and bites his lower lip as he watches her eyes dart up and down, left and right. Her lips fall open in a silent scream as she helplessly submits to the tidal wave of pleasure crashing down on her.

Corinthian enjoys it. Fully relishes in her falling apart on him. His head spins and his cock twitches and burns with the need to finally fill her up. He needs her as much as she needs him, but his patience rivals a saint‘s. Almost.

"Corinthian," she moans, pleads. It’s all she can do, call out for him. The name is like honey dripping from her lips and Corinthian immediately craves a taste.

He pushes her against his lips and drinks her dreamy melodies like the starved nightmare he is, tongue eagerly exploring the cavern he knows so well. It’s enough to push her over the edge again and he does not stray behind this time. Corinthians bucks up into her, eagerly decorating her insides and marking her most intimately.

He finds her behind once more, gives it a rewarding slap before he grinds her down on him again, chasing the aftershocks of their orgasm. With his lips tugged up in a pleased grin he leans back against the headboard of their bed and gazes at their connection — at the little puffs of cream that drip from her.

"Good girl, fuck," Corinthian guides her to lay on top of him, letting himself rest inside her for a little longer, "did so well."

Praise always has a wonderful effect on her. It all but causes her to melt in his arms, and clench around him too. She’s warm on top of him and tries to catch her breath. Corinthian puts an arm around her, angling his head a little awkwardly to try and see her, still.

A chuckle escapes him. Her eyes are already closed, too heavy with exhaustion, but there’s a smile on her lips that makes Corinthian stupidly proud. He can’t name a reason why, thus he doesn’t think about it.

"All tired now, hm? You go and rest for me. I‘ll keep the bad dreams away."

It’s ironic, really; She feels safe here, in the arms of the Corinthian. She believes him without a second thought when he promises to keep her safe. She’s naive and she doesn’t make any sense.

He holds onto her just a little tighter. With a kiss to her eyelid, he sends her away to the Dreaming, hiding her from everyone and everything while waiting for her return. Corinthian will wake her with a nice breakfast — and eat her pussy while he’s at it, as a treat for himself and her. She‘s so sweet to him, after all. He might get a toothache, but can’t get enough of her.

[hongthoven]

Baby Came Home

Rockstar!Hongjoong x fem!reader (smut)

⁂ pairing : rockstar!hongjoong x fem! reader

⁂ warnings : strong language, explicit sex

⁂ one shot | words count : 5.7k

⁂ tags&stuff : rockstar!hongjoong, tattooed!hongjoong, pierced!hongjoong, smoker!hongjoong, oral sex (giving), cheating, rough sex, pet names, hand holding, feelings are getting caught because who the fuck wouldn't fall for rockstar!hj - not me, your honor

⁂ plot : you go to hongjoong every time your boyfriend is being a jerk - which happens a lot - so he can fuck the anger out of you, but things take an unexpected spin when you attend one of his shows and his brand new song seems to spill a little bit more than beans.

⁂ author's notes : this was requested by my one & only muse @hongjoongsmaid ♥ and directly inspired by The Neighbourood's song "Baby Came Home" (omg just like the title of this story? OUTSTANDING) so I suggest you listen to it while reading because nothing will beat the thought of rockstar!hongjoong screaming the lyrics directly at you, amiright?

Please- P L E A S E, if you like it, comment + reblog as tumblr's algorithm seems to be a lot more complicated and some fics aren't showing in the tags, which leads to writers getting less and less notes and tbh it's very sad :(

Of course, if you think it's shit, don't interact - I'll just go cry in a corner. All in all, thanks for reading ♥

“Joong— I’m— I’m close—” 

You were nothing but a whimpering mess on top of him, both of your hands attached to his shoulders as he took it as a signal to increase his pace, his insatiable hips rocketing against you as your own rhythm became a lot messier, your ass bouncing mercilessly against his thighs as your race to climax came closer to the final line. 

“Wait for me, doll” Hongjoong barely growled, one of his hands traveling from your tits to your throat while the other kept you still with a strong grip over your hip, taking the lead.  You had no idea how long you’d been there, riding his cock through a blissful state, but anyone could tell it had been a while from both of your glistening chests and the redness of your skin from being held forcefully for too long. 

“I—I c-c-can’t” Your jaw seemed to tighten from the overwhelming pleasure running through your flesh, every part of your body suddenly too sensitive under Hongjoong’s expert touch. Clenching your fingers into his skin, almost scratching his shoulders to the bones, you could feel your spine stiffening as you were about to clench around his throbbing member when Hongjoong suddenly lifted your hips with both hands, breaking contact.

“I said wait for me! Can’t you just do that?” He smirked as you almost clenched over nothing, hips jolting from losing the unbearable overstimulation of his cock while only whines and complaints seemed to escape your pouty lips. 

“Look at you– so eager to be fucked” Hongjoong chuckled almost too proudly as he teasingly smacked his head against your clit, collecting a frustrated groan out of your mouth, the sound of your own wetness almost too embarrassing as you tried to push him back inside of you. You were so close to finishing you were convinced a single thrust would make you see stars, but unfortunately, Hongjoong wasn’t having it.

“You look so fucking beautiful, doll” He smiled, sincerely endeared while leaning forward to catch your lips between his, his greedy tongue finding yours immediately as he finally pushed your hips downwards to fill you up again. Moaning into his mouth, overwhelmed with the pressure of yet another first thrust, you snaked your arms behind his neck as he pushed himself up into a seating position, his cock finding a brand new angle into the dampness of your pulsating cunt. 

It wasn’t long until you crashed on top of him, body convulsing and only squeals coming out of your tired lips as Hongjoong wrecked your insides with a couple more steady, powerful thrusts while painting your walls white through a long, throaty moan. Though you felt dizzy, the sight of his veiny neck abused from his desperate pleas forced you to attach your mouth to his skin, licking the mole on the right side of his throat a second before you collapsed into his arms, completely exhausted. 

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“We need to stop doing this” 

Hongjoong shifted into the sheets, lifting himself up to rest his back against the wall as he watched you getting dressed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, your nervous hands buttoning up your shirt while your eyes were looking around for a sight of your panties as you heard him scoff behind your back.

“I’m serious, Joong!” You paused, sighing to yourself as you turned around to face the man whose lips were still printed all over your neck. You hated that he still looked this breathtaking right after fucking you into oblivion. Ruffled blond hair all over the place, tattooed chest coated with sweat and his thin hips barely covered by the white sheet he had creased into his fist to hide the way his exhausted cock was now resting flat between his thighs as he reached for the pack of cigarettes on his nightstand. 

“Could you not?” You frowned the minute he pinched a cig between his pink lips, raising both his eyebrows at your sudden mood swing.

“What? You’re afraid the smell of smoke may give him a hint? Darling, you look so fucked out even some blind guy down the streets could tell you’ve just been railed…” Hongjoong chuckled while lighting his cigarette. You watched as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head, filling his lungs with nicotine with a content smile upon his face. 

“He knows something’s going on—” You added, suddenly more nervous as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking down your lap “I think he’s seen some of your texts…”

“Poor baby, do you want me to send him some care package or somethin’?” 

Now he was getting a little too cocky for your liking. As much as you adored this man, you just couldn’t let him get away with that attitude.

“There’s no need to be an asshole about it, you know?” You snapped, reaching for his face to rip the cigarette off his mouth, dropping it in the glass of water you had left on the floor seconds before Hongjoong had bent you over the bed. 

“I’m being an asshole about it? You’re the one always coming back to me so I can fuck the pain away everytime your boyfriend is being a jerk to you and still, I’m the one you wanna leave behind?” You couldn’t help but feel bad for a second as you caught a glimpse of sadness and anger passing through his entire face, his natural pout as the main character while his eyes seemed to look everywhere but directly at you. 

“That’s all it was always supposed to be, Joong. Sex.” 

“Bullshit” He snapped back, his eyes locking with yours this time. 

“You know I’m right” 

“Bull-shit” You could hear his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he moved towards you, the sheet drifting slightly to expose the thin lettering over his hip bone, your favorite tattoo of his. 

“You think that’s what this is all about? Just sex? Read the fucking room, Y/N!” 

Whether this was a confession or not, you felt terrible now, memories of the most precious moments spent with Hongjoong washing over you as your entire body started shivering under his touch the very second his palm pressed into your inner thigh. 

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you love him– Tell me you want this to stop”

His voice was softer now, composed, yet raspier than ever as all of his anger and frustration seemed to be caught in his throat, his eyes begging for the answer he was desperately waiting for. 

“I love him” 

Though it was merely half of a whispered confession, Hongjoong felt it like a dagger pushed right into his chest, ripping his heart apart. Still, his eyes remained locked with your, his gaze heavy with a thousand thoughts as his fingers pressed into your flesh a little harder, forcing a wince out of you. 

“You’re a pitiful liar…” Hongjoong spat through the heaviest scoff, his smokey breath coating your skin with goosebumps as he pushed himself away from you, his back hitting the wall again with force while your insides seemed to twist with guilt. You hated to see him like this, hated to disappoint the only genuine support you had in a fucked-up situation and above anything, you hated the fact he was completely right. 

Biting his black, painted nail out of spite, Hongjoong watched as you eventually lifted yourself up from the bed, gathering your coat and your handbag, ready to leave. Out of the many things you had in common, stubbornness was definitely the worst as it often led you both to stick to your positions, whether you were right or wrong, lacking communication in the moments you needed it the most. 

“You still comin’ to the show on friday, right?” Hongjoong eventually asked, completely ignoring the elephant in the room. 

“Yeah—yeah we’ll be there” 

You couldn’t miss the way he rolled his eyes, his obvious disgust painted all over his face as you recalled the many times Hongjoong had told you just how much he hated to hear you speak as a “we” when referring to such a dysfunctional relationship. 

Hopping on one foot to zip up your ankle boot, you gave him one last look, once again stunned at the way your heart would still skip a beat at the sight of this man. The complete opposite of the one you called your boyfriend. Hongjoong was the archetype of a rockstar, every single one of his features dripping with lust and temptation. From his nose ring to the thin silver cross dangling from his earlobe or the now slightly smudged eye-liner making his cat eyes pop out of his perfect face, you often found pride in the fact he could get any girl, boy and their cousins into his bed but still chose you at the end of the day. There wasn’t a single time where Hongjoong had failed to answer your calls and even today, when he was so impossibly busy recording a new album in his studio, there wasn’t a glimpse of hesitation as soon as he had seen your name flashing upon his phone screen. 

Consumed with guilt, you crawled back into bed to kiss him goodbye, every inch of your body trying not to brush his bare skin as you knew just how a single touch was enough for you to roll back into a filthy routine with the firmly established best fuck you ever had. While he wasn’t even trying to hide his bitterness, Hongjoong still allowed you to peck the corner of his lips just once without a flinch on his side - but as you were about to hop back into your feet and call it a day, you felt the strong grip of his hand behind your neck, pulling you back against his lips as his tongue was quick to find yours through a desperate, heavy kiss. 

“What a waste of a fucking perfect mouth” Hongjoong growled, your bottom lip throbbing from being abruptly pulled, his teeth nibbling at it like he was trying to suck the venom out of a bee sting until he was fully satisfied with the puzzled look on your face. You hated the way he looked at you and made you feel like the only girl left in the world, hated the fact your entire body craved him again and how he only seemed to be the only one making you clench over a simple kiss and how he had definitely ruined sex with your own boyfriend but still, as your eyes locked once again, you couldn’t deny just how much you adored him. Regardless of the conflicted, unbalanced relationship you two had, Hongjoong still remained your favorite, go-to person. 

Whether it was out of pride or the heartache of pulling apart, both of you failed to say a word as you quietly straightened yourself, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you escaped Hongjoong’s apartment at dusk. 

The walk back to your own place felt different this time, wrapped into your coat where Hongjoong’s strong signature scent remained all over you, the coldness of an early night hit you by surprise, but it was nothing compared to the sudden realization of your feelings for the man you had left behind. 

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Even a long bath wasn’t enough to get you rid of Hongjoong’s perfume, the smell of him so intense it felt like he had crawled under your skin to nest here forever and while you hated to admit it, there was something comforting about it, like having him around all the time made you safe and above anything, loved. 

Sheathed in the warm, bubbly water, you allowed yourself to close your eyes for a minute, head still buzzing with the chaos of your thoughts. Without a fail, Hongjoong’s face was the first thing to come to your mind as you slowly drifted into daydream, the intensity of his gaze over your naked body making your skin burn like an ardent fire while your hand instinctively found its way between your thighs, ghosting the way Hongjoong loved to dominantly cup your pussy into his palm to make sure you knew who it belonged to. 

Your fingers were quick to find your clit, rubbing it harshly to find the thrill you only seemed to find while locked into Hongjoong’s chokehold as he made you squirt repeatedly into his greedy palm, the smirk on his face a sight for sore eyes as you could vividly contemplate the pride within himself as he made you cum over and over again, his name never leaving your lips. Curling your digits, you could feel just how sore you were from the way he had pounded into you mercilessly earlier, the pain as vivid as your insufferable need to have him inside of you still. Hongjoong was nowhere near a soft lover to you, mostly because you never allowed him to be. You had made it clear from day one : what you needed from him was pure, filthy sex, leading him to have you up against a wall or bent over the desk in his studio, most of the time still partly dressed, the rush of being filled always beyond any sort of patience.

Your free hand grasping the edge of the tub, body trembling from the rush of an umpteenth orgasm, you were left panting, dizzy, but above anything: missing Hongjoong’s touch more than ever. 

 When your boyfriend showed up at your door that night, you were definitely ready to call it a day, both your body and mind exhausted by the events. Still, you knew how he always came back crawling after a fight, begging for your forgiveness while you had washed away the anger by riding another’s man cock until your boyfriend was merely a dark spot in the perfect cloudless sky of your life. 

Of course, he made love to you that night. The barbling mess of his pitiful excuses ending as soon as he started kissing your neck and calling you sweet pet names you used to love but now gave you the icks - and while you should have felt ashamed, as soon as he thrust himself into you, Hongjoong’s face was the only thing you could see, his perfect frame towering over you, his typical smirk sending you over the edge quicker than ever as you bit the inside of your cheek not to moan his name out loud.

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Friday came quicker than you thought, the entire week passing by without talking to Hongjoong as you tried to keep the broken pieces of your life together by being a good girlfriend to your partner, ignoring the fact you no longer felt anything whenever he kissed you, his name on your phone screen only making you roll your eyes in despair. 

You were ready to flip your phone so the screen would face your desk as it started buzzing with a new text, thinking it was probably your boyfriend confirming the time and place you two should meet later that night. You knew he wasn’t too happy about your evening’s plans, his passive-aggressiveness definitely increasing as the days went by while he probably hoped you’d change your mind about going to the show at all, but you weren’t having any of it. To be completely honest, the prospect of seeing Hongjoong again after days of absolute silence was the only thing sparing you from a proper mental breakdown. You missed him more than you would ever admit and when your eyes caught a glimpse of his name on your phone screen, there was no point denying the way your heart skipped a bit, your insides doing backflips as you opened his text.

from: joong ♥  still on for tonight? got a new song, can’t wait for you to hear it. 

Part of you was sad not to see his typical flirting tone, his text almost too formal when he usually loved to play with your nerves and send you the most inappropriate things at the worst possible times. You had lost count of his random sexting and obscene selfies while he knew you were stuck in a major meeting at work, surrounded by your entire hierarchy and definitely not in the best situation to enjoy the sight of his veiny hand tucked into his jeans, the obviousness of his bulge making you clench in silence. While it shouldn’t come as a surprise from an actual rockstar, Hongjoong’s unapologetic slutiness still left you baffled most of the time. 

You were quick to reply, your urge to sound busy definitely gone at the mere thought of a well-needed catch up.  from: youcan’t wait to hear it ! any dress code? x

While he stammered through the days as the absolute rock legend he was, arrogance of a king barely masked behind the audacity of a typical “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, Hongjoong still had a major fashion sense and would never get caught wearing the same outfit twice. On many occasions, he had even dared to flag a couple of your fits as outmoded, the disgusted look on his face speaking a thousand words - and while you couldn’t care less about people’s opinions most of the time, you inevitably seeked Hongjoong’s approval, his praises fueling your pride in a way only he knew how. 

from: joong ♥  well you know how I like your bare cunt but dickface would cry about it. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he never missed an occasion to diss your boyfriend while rubbing your thighs together instinctively. The chokehold this man had on you was ridiculous at this point. 

from: youthat’s not very nice.

from: joong ♥  you don’t want me to be nice, doll. 

Chuckling into your palm, you could feel your entire face burning from all the flirting, once again a mere puddle of feels cupped into this man’s hands. The pet name sent you over the edge, your leg crossing above the other as you seeked for any sort of friction now that Hongjoong had unexpectedly lit that fire inside of you. Still, you had work to do and a couple hours ahead before the show. You couldn’t just concede to the filth of your thoughts just now. 

from: you see you tonight, joong. 

from: joong ♥  see u, doll 

As you bit your bottom lip to refrain a well-needed moan, you knew your day was ruined already but now you also dreaded the moment you would see Hongjoong again, not trusting yourself in the same room as your boyfriend while your entire body craved another man. 

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The venue was packed- not that it was a surprise. While Hongjoong was still a superstar on the rise, his popularity had reached its peak lately with the release of a couple hit songs, his impeccable visuals and incredible writing skills making him an artist whose career was definitely taking a spin in the toughness of the current music industry. 

Obviously, Hongjoong had hooked you up with the nicest seats in the room, giving you the most perfect overlook at the crowd in the standing pit as you stood front row in the balcony, directly at the side of the stage making it easy for him to interact directly with you while you hoped he would behave for the sake of your mental strength. 

As your boyfriend made his way through the seat rows with two pints of beer, holding his arms up in the air to make sure he wouldn’t spill any, you smiled in content, loving the buzz of a pre-show as you recognized Hongjoong’s familiar music taste in the playlist hyping the crowd before his big entrance while trying your best to ignore the fact he had fucked you to a couple of these songs before. 

For a brief second, you thought to yourself that it wouldn’t be so bad to travel around the country and follow him on tour, the thrill of a sleepless night in a tour bus definitely getting you to clench over nothing while surrounded by a raging crowd who you knew was probably just as aroused by that man - the only difference was that you were lucky enough to know what his dick tasted like. 

You felt your boyfriend’s arms wrapping around your waist as soon as the lights went off, the crowd screaming at the mere sound of drums and you knew from his tight grip that it was nothing but him marking his territory, probably wishing Hongjoong would catch a glimpse of you two loved up in the front row. But to your own surprise, Hongjoong wasn’t the attention seeker you expected him to be, sticking to a couple glimpses every now and then, his smile inevitably widening at the sight of you wearing the cropped oversized Givenchy t-shirt he had bought for you a week ago, not missing the opportunity to let you know how great your tits would look without a bra in that crop cut. Obviously, you had failed to let your boyfriend know about your bare breast, keeping this detail as a dirty little secret between you and Hongjoong.

It wasn’t until he came back after a quick break in the middle of the show that your evening took a dramatic spin as Hongjoong grabbed the mic to face the crowd, making an announcement. 

“I’m gonna play the next song for the first time ever for you guys— I wrote it just a couple days ago so it might sound a little rough…. Then again, you know I like it rough, right?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the raunchy comment, fascinated with the way he always knew how to entertain a crowd and make it his. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, didn’t seem to find his attitude amusing as he scoffed his bitterness directly into your ear before taking a long sip of his beer, his arm tightly wrapped around your neck. 

“The song’s called Baby Came Home and it’s about a girl who rides my dick like no one” 

Your heart jumped off your chest as soon as Hongjoong locked eyes with you, his mischievous smile growing bigger as every color seemed to fade away from your face, blood only rushing to your brain as the dizziness took over to the beat of the song. You could feel your boyfriend’s body stiffening at the sight of Hongjoong, watching him flirt with the mic stand as he hummed the lyrics in the most sensual way, the explicit filthiness of his thoughts pretty obvious for everyone in the crowd to see.

Baby came home today

Told me to stay away

She told me her man was afraid

Told me I better behave

Walking to the side of the stage, Hongjoong looked up directly into your eyes, his smile tucked in the corner of his lips as he raised an eyebrow in a taunting way, his tongue poking in the inside of his cheek while he pretended to choke himself with his black, painted nails, grazing his skin in a very specific way that purposely reminded you of the way you loved to scratch his neck whenever he filled you up to the brim. 

Thinking about her

She's gone all the time

I think if you found her

That even you would know she's mine

Jumping on top of one of the guitar amps so he would stand directly at your level, Hongjoong never paid attention to the rest of the crowd anymore, his eyes bouncing from yours to your boyfriend’s, finding pride in the way he seemed to be more and more furious with every word coming out of his mouth. Now if the lyrics weren’t enough, Hongjoong’s attitude was beyond any decency as he started to stutter the lyrics through a moan, body rolling against his own palm as he grabbed a handful of himself while keeping his gaze locked on you, knowing just how your body would react at the sight of him- and while you were definitely forced into the most awkward situation between your lover and boyfriend, you couldn’t deny just how wet his whole performance had gotten you already. 

Baby came home today

Told me to stay away

Told me her man was afraid

Told me I better behave

Petrified, you watched as Hongjoong smirked at your boyfriend, flipping him off with his tongue out in the most provocative way you could think of. You didn’t know exactly when he had stopped hugging you from behind but it’s only when Hongjoong dared to come closer, leaning forward to scream the very last part of the song that you realized he was already gone. Resting backwards with his back tilted in your direction and the back of his head against the edge of the balcony, Hongjoong closed his eyes, screaming the lyrics with his entire heart and soul, the violence of his words matching the hectic beating of your own heart into your chest. 

She's mine, she's mine

That girl is mine, she's MINE.

Out of breath, you felt suddenly exposed as the entire venue seemed to look at you like the main character in the story now that Hongjoong had failed to be discreet about it. Wrapping your own arms around yourself, you gave him a cold stare as he blew you a kiss, going back to the center of the stage like nothing happened. Alone and distraught, you missed the rest of the show, completely lost in your own thoughts, wrapped into a smokey haze from the stage and the awful smell of the beer your boyfriend had spilled on his way out. 

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“Are you out of your FUCKING mind?” you spat as you barged into the backstage room, directly aiming at Hongjoong as he was resting on the couch with one of his feet up the coffee table, his top already off his bare, sweaty chest. 

“Didn’t like my little homage, doll?” He smirked, obviously proud of his move as he waved his hand into the air, motioning for his bandmates to leave the room and give you privacy. 

“Oh they can stay– you made a complete fool of me in front of an audience, I can slap the shit out of you in front of your band, can’t I?” 

“Trust me, doll, you don’t want them to stay…” He was standing now, walking directly into your direction, his black, glittery eye-shadow melting with sweat from a two hours show in an overheated venue. His blonde hair was all over the place but still, he looked absolutely stunning. 

“Why’s that? Don’t want them to see you getting punched in the face?” 

“No, doll…” he shook his head with a smile, his hands already framing your face as he slowly walked you towards the nearest wall, “I just don’t want any of them to see you with a mouthful of my cock” his tone almost turned into a growl as he chuckled so close to your face you could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting your lips with a foggy coat filled with lust. 

“Fuck you, Hongjoong– you had no fucking right to do that!” You tried to push him away, your fist stammering against his chest as he kept you close still, his lips already attacking your neck as you found yourself locked between his body and the wall behind your back.

“Had to–” He barely groaned, nibbling at your neck “you didn’t know how to drop his pathetic ass— you should be fucking thankful” traveling his lips along your throat, Hongjoong purposely ignored your constant whining, his hands pushing past your top only to be delighted with the touch of your bare, erected nipples against his palms. 

“No bra, uh?” He smiled, a little too proudly for your liking, “see, you’re not just a brat after all– sometimes you do listen to me”. 

“Fuck off” You inevitably moaned as soon as his mouth found your tits, his viscious tongue darting against your nipple while his thumb toyed with the other. There was no point trying to fight any longer as your body failed to match your accusations. Pushing your hips against his growing bulge, your hands brushing through his hair as his started to suck on your breast through the most obscene sounds, you couldn’t help but moan under his touch, your thighs squeezed together so tightly you could almost feel your arousal spilling out of your crushed pussy. 

“You know damn well he could never fuck you like I do” Hongjoong added, his eyes finding yours again as one of his hand pulled at your hair, tilting your head just enough to confirm his statement while the other was already unbuckling his belt, the sound of his zipper sounding like a blissful reward as your mouth inevitably started to water. 

“Lost your tongue, doll?” He smiled, his hand abandoning his hardened cock to slip between your thighs forcefully, his middle finger immediately collecting a fair coat of your wetness and spreading it along your slit at a painfully slow pace. 

“You can say you hated every part of it but your body says otherwise— I think you’d let me fuck you in front of that crowd if you had a chance… Let everyone see how I make this pussy mine, hmm?” His lips were back on yours again, nibbling, licking, biting until you caved and started to grind against his palm, wishing his fingers would slip inside of you already. Hongjoong definitely had a way with words that tickled your imagination in the best possible ways, and for a second, you were definitely kneeling on that stage, both of his hands holding your head still as he deepthroated you in front of a crowd, the painful mix of humiliation and exhibition kink taking its toll on you as your body instinctively slipped against the wall until you were down on your knees, eye-leveled with Hongjoong’s cock. 

Without a word, you looked up to meet his gaze, finding pride in the way his lips curved into an O as soon as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, teasing his balls with the flat of your tongue until you started to drag your lips along his stiff cock, taking your time to coat him with saliva as you felt him groan behind his gritted teeth, his hands fiddling with your hair while you finally pushed his head past your lips, swallowing every inches of him until the bitter taste of precum hit the back of your throat. 

While you loved to give him head, his cock a perfect fit for your trained jaw, you didn’t feel like going all the way today, a simple taste more than enough to get the fuel going as you popped him out of your lips before your knees even started to bruise against the carpeted floor. Luckily, as rough as Hongjoong could be as a lover, he was never the one forcing you into doing anything and while any other man could have kept you down until your face was plastered with cum, this one man you adored never complained about the throbbing hard-on you had left behind. 

“Fuck, doll- you don’t even know how much I fucking adore you…” Hongjoong almost whispered through a kiss, unbothered by his own taste over his tongue as both of his hands found their way behind your thighs, lifting you up against the wall as your legs were left dangling above his veiny arms and wide open for him. 

It only took a single, powerful thrust to make you scream his name, your back slamming forcefully against the wall as Hongjoong started to hammer himself into your soaking wet cunt, his throat vibrating against your shoulder as he growled out of complete bliss, loving the way you swallowed him entirely and the obscenity of your skin slapping together mixed with the thundering sound of your body crashing against the wall everytime he pinned you back into it. He was merciless, as usual, only this time there seemed to be something different, your heart skipping a beat the moment your legs attached behind his back so he could grab both of your hands, intertwining your fingers together  as he kept it firmly against the wall while pounding at a brutal pace. 

Panting heavily, pins and needles all over your legs, your eyes finally locked with his, his lips slightly red from sucking on your neck for too long as his face seemed painted with a newly found type of adoration, eyes filled with love as his mouth curved into a soft smile to match his decreasing pace. The longer you stared into each other's eyes, the softer Hongjoong seemed to become, his hips rolling slowly against you as he barely pulled out anymore, finding his peak in the way you seemed to keep him inside your warmth, never letting go. Tilting his head to the side, his mouth found yours one more time, his kiss a lot softer yet deeper this time, tongues rolling over each other as you both hummed in perfect euphoria. 

Lifting you up and off the wall, Hongjoong made sure you were tightly attached to his hips as he walked you towards the couch, crashing his back against it while you straddled his lap, his cock never slipping out as you started to bounce slowly, enjoying every inch of him while his hands pushed your shirt past your shoulders, lips all over your shoulders, throat and chest. 

“Fuck—Joong…” You moaned as soon as his lips smacked around your tit, pulling at it slightly while rolling his tongue over your erected nub, your back arching naturally into his palm as you could feel yourself getting closer to climax. 

“I’m close” There you were again, whimpering into this man’s arms, cunt full of him, both of your hands framing his perfect face as your eyes dived into his soul while he drove you to the most blissful state, just like days before.

Only this time he didn’t ask for you to wait for him.

Both of you had already waited long enough to be there. 

At last, you were home. 

[rere-the-writer]

Hi can I request a Male!reader where M!reader is like a father figure to the Mikaelson and he’s around from his late 30’s to early 40’s and they take Hope to meet him 

Yes and yes I love this idea

Warnings: Fluff, soft dad!Reader, cute Hope, just all of the softness

A/N: I was listening to a rock when writing this so we got ex Rockstar dad. The song is 'I see fire'

It was decided that the family needed a break and Kol had the idea to visit their dad which Hayley panicked but Elijah calmed her.

"Don't worry it isn't Mikael." Elijah says packing up the car with Hope getting excited. Hayley didn't know much about this father from what Elijah told her so she asked Rebekah about him.

"Papa is bit of a softly and has a heart of gold." Rebekah said smiling but Hayley was still confused.

--

You were on your porch playing a few cords on your guitar when you heard the sounds of a car engine being turned off. You smiled see the smiling faces of your 'kids'. You had place your guitar down just in time for Rebekah to throw her arms around you. Hayley stood by the car holding Hope with Freya watching the others.

You were a lean muscle man from what Hayley could see, dressed like a lumberjack and had a scruffy beard. You had dark hair and eyes with tattoos up your arms. You looked to be in your early 40s and tired as the siblings hugged you. Hayley looked around seeing trees everywhere and looked back at the two story log cabin.

"We came to see you papa." Rebekah said smiling brightly at you while Hayley saw how you looked softly at Rebekah happy to see the siblings.

"Had me worried for a moment. Heard what happened in New Orleans." You said your voice deep rough smokey. You let everyone inside happy to see your kids again.

"Loretta not here?" Elijah asked watching you head into the kitchen. Hayley looked around the cabin's first floor, there was a fireplace and large windows. Staircase leading up to the second floor next to the entrance to the large kitchen. Hope ran to flop onto the comfortable couch with Kol.

"She left. We had an argument about me not wanting to leave for New Orleans." You said carrying a tray of hot tea and cocoa for Hope placing on the coffee table. You sat in your chair noticing their frowns.

"She wanted you to move? Why?" Rebekah asked frowning since you were set in your ways and there was no way you would leave your cabin.

"Wanted me to get back to music, saying that older rock singers have been singing again." You answered sipping your drink eyes glance over to Kol who was showing Hope your guitars.

"Silly of her trying to get you out of retirement." Klaus joked kind of agreeing with Loretta. You let our a bark of a laugh eyes glimmering with joy.

"No one wants to hear a old fool sing."

"Father, you aren't that old." Klaus says sitting down making you laugh again shaking your head.

"To the world I am."

--

Hayley stopped hearing playing of a guitar and looked seeing Hope sitting with you. And that's when Hayley heard you singing and was impressed then again Elijah had told her you had been a infamous rock singer. Hope had bonded with you pretty quickly, following you around the cabin and wanting to learn guitar like you.

"Calling out father Oh. Hold fast and we will watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side. Desolation comes upon the sky." You sang with Hope who began to sing along. Hayley noticed the Mikaelsons watching you with Hope.

"Now I see fire. Inside the mountain. And I see fire, burning the trees. And I see fire, hollowing souls. And I see fire, blood in the breeze and I hope that you remember me." You sang smiling as Hope sang with you. It warmed Klaus seeing Hope get along with you, a man he saw as a father figure.

"And if the night is burning, I will cover my eyes. For if the dark returns, then my brothers will die. And as the sky is falling down, it crashed into this lonely town. And with that shadow upon the ground. I hear my people screaming out."

Hayley watched Hope sing louder as you encouraged her to sing with you. There was a twinkle in your eyes that the Mikaelsons hadn't seen in a long time. You felt yourself smile really glad that Hope begged for you to sing with her.

"Now I see fire, inside the mountain. I see fire burning the trees. I see fire hollowing souls. I see fire blood in the breeze." You sang really letting go unaware of the audience that you and Hope had.

"I see fire...Oh you know I saw a city burning out. And I see fire, feel the heat upon my skin, yeah. And I see fire. And I see fire burn on and on the mountain side." You finished playing the last cord before hearing Rebekah's excited clapping.

"We haven't heard you play in forever." Rebekah says as your cheeks flushed and Hope grinning.

"Play another pop pop. Please." Hope asked gripping your arm as she and Rebekah gave puppy dog faces.

"Alright Alright, stop with your adorable faces." You say starting up another song and the others joined you three.

--

It didn't take Kol long to find old tapes of your music with Hope's help since Hope wanted to see what you were like before meeting the siblings. Hayley raised an eyebrow seeing them carrying the boxes to the living room where you were.

"I thought I hid those up in the attic?" You questioned looking over your glasses, cleaning one of your guitars.

"Not good enough pops." Kol says pulling out the tapes and Finn looked over his baby brother's shoulder.

"Found father's videos?" Klaus asked moving down next to Hope taking out a tape from when you were 15. The others came in noticing the boxes.

"They found them?"

"Yes. I need a better spot." You answered Elijah lifting Hope into your lap when she came over to you.

"Can we play one pop pop?" Hope asked looking up at you with sweet eyes making you side feeling soft.

"Fine but just one." You say let Hope pick one, you blinked it was one when you were getting into your 30s and the Originals were already living with you. You weren't doing the hard core rock any more moving into rock that was easier in your thoat.

"Pop pop sounds different. You sound really raspy." Hope says watching the video as the camera panned out to a huge crowd.

"I was losing my voice at the time. Doing too much screaming." You say leaning back in your chair.

"When did you first start out?" Hayley asked looking from the screen and to you.

"I got my start at 15. My uncle had an old recording studio." You say not caring that Hope put in a new tape of you at 16. Hayley looked at the t.v. seeing a baby face 16 year old doing his first real concert.

"I can feel the teenage angst roll off of you father." Klaus joked making you laugh as you watched.

"Yeah well me and Zen were angry teens at the time. Our parents never really cared only our uncle." You say pointing out your brother to Hope who was on bass.

"Pop pop, you were really good." Hope says pulling a chuckle from you. You watched a younger you sing.

"Where is your brother?" Hayley asked you watching you sigh.

"Still touring with our band and some young new lead singer." You say a little annoyed since the new lead had done interviews saying how much better he was.

"We saw. A few interviews had made Niklaus and Kol angry." Elijah says noticing how a small smirk came on your face.

"How about we have dinner and finish watching these later." Rebekah says as everyone agreed and enjoyed the rest of the night watching your old videos.

[pookacangetit]

Disney Song! Yuu [Cult Edition: Lost Kingdom, Now Localised]

... somehow, the Disney Empire continues to surprise me with its takeover. Yuu's largely aware of Kingdom of Hearts, but they are not willing to risk any lives after their necromancy incident. But with overly compulsive brothers and a curiosity that kills, perhaps it was a bad idea. (Spoiler alert: it was.)

MASTERLIST

"... Yuu." Sebek calmly intoned, terrifying everyone with his lack of aggressiveness, "You are an absolute natural disaster."

"What part of them and that is natural?" Epel questioned with an incredulous look as he pointed at the haunted-looking ruins in the distance, partially visible under the watery black void that made up the sky, "The thing's standing upside down!"

Jack's head suddenly popped up from within a hole in the ground, "EVERYONE SHUT UP AND DIG." His once fluffy white ears twitched furiously and sprayed dirt everywhere, "I don't plan on dying in a cave because one of us is a god!"

Yuu cautiously stepped up, "I can-"

"No singing."

Yuu stepped back down.

To find out how Yuu and their first years ended up stuck in a cave hosting the most terrifying ruins in existence- the upside down part was a bonus, it was very ominous and forebodding in general-, we'll have to go back to 5 hours ago...

✾✾✾

"Hey prefect, how did you know that forbidden song about necromancy?" Ace piped up, juggling between a determined Grimm and Deuce while he guarded his plate of omurice, "You know, the one that made you summon the skeletons of the Ramshackle ghosts."

Yuu blinked, looking away with an awkward laugh as they clutched their broom, "Funny story, I... didn't know it was a lost song? Like, I wasn't aware its origins tied to the lost song exactly...?"

They can't admit that the entire Twisted Wonderland was an alternate come-to-life version of a famous entertainment company back in their world, can they?

Ace hummed, scarlet eyes holding a curious glint, "Hmm, so... are there any other songs you know that might be actually lost songs?"

Yuu paused, "Maybe?"

✾✾✾

Currently, the Ramshackle prefect was trying to whack Ace with their broom with Deuce and Grimm's gleeful assistance, "- shouldn't have listen to you at all you stupid Ace-"

The low, mournful wail echoing from the ruins halted everyone's actions as hollow voices bellowed.

どんな時だって たった一人で~

運命忘れて生きてきたのに~

突然の光の中 目が覚める 真夜中に~

Jack let out a deep rumble, ears tucked against his head, "That is definitely not Yuu's singing, and what language is that?"

Yuu blinked as they listened closer, "It sounds... like a language from my homeworld."

Deuce glanced at the prefect, still staring at the ruins as though it would suddenly attack them, "Are you saying we're in your world??"

"... your world is really depressing." Ace got a smack on the back of his head for that.

Yuu snapped back, mind whirring in panic, "This isn't my world you dolt." But it isn't Twisted Wonderland either?? Did they somehow travel to another world??

静かに 出口に立って~

暗闇に光を撃て~

The dark atmosphere suddenly lifted as the ruins beamed a bright light, momentarily blinding everyone as they squeezed their eyes tight.

願いを口にしたいだけさ~

家族にも紹介するよ~

きっとうまくいくよ~

あなたはここに属していません~

Everything was the same as the first years crash-landed into the Ramshackle living room, but Sebek's loud swearing caught everyone's attention, "WHAT CURSED BEING DID YOU BRING BACK WITH US, GRIMM?!"

"Funahh, I was hungry and it was the only fluffy thing I found!" Grimm complained, though his words were muffled as he chewed on a tiny duck wearing a sailor's uniform in his mouth.

Yuu stared, wondering if they had somehow died or if Jade snuck mushrooms into their food storage again, "... is that fucking Donald??"

Yuu: I want to go home

Also Yuu: *travels to another dimension by accident*

Yuu: ... I thought I couldn't be more disappointed, I was wrong

[taeminsung]

backstage..

pairing: jeongin x reader

summary: a grumpy jeongin misses you while on tour, and cannot be bothered to smile until him members give a much needed distraction.

a/n: my dear anon - thank you for your request! please enjoy ♡  

Jeongin knew, he really knew, he shouldn’t be in the mood that he was in, yet here he was, tired, annoyed, and grumpy. Touring and seeing Stay was supposed to make him happy, but the thought of having to go do a rehearsal caused a quick sharp intake of breath, followed by a very long exhale that he knew attracted the attention of at least two of his hyungs. He felt bad but didn’t know what to do. Letting his head drop back to the back of the couch, he pulled out his phone again, scrolling through his various apps before opening his notes app to continue working on the lyrics he started the last time he saw you.

Thumbs hovered over the keys as his thoughts drifted back to that day. He promised you a day filled with fun before you had to leave again, but instead the two of you ended up in the studio for hours on end so that he could record the guides for the new comeback songs. Those hours turned into you quietly sleeping on Chan’s couch, not only breaking Jeongin’s heart but also inspiring him to write a new song. He rarely got time with you due to the distance of your relationship, and he hated that after traveling all the way to him, he had to work for most of it. If he was truly honest with him, that day was the beginning of the decline in his mood as he quickly turned around to go on tour.

Rehearsals started before he could get any lyrics written, souring his attitude a bit more. He again knew it was himself that he was frustrated with and not anyone else, but when he saw Changbin and Han messing around, something in him snapped, and the scoff was heard around the empty stadium. All eyes turned to him, and he simply turned and moved to get into position for the next song, trying his best to ignore the stares and whispers of concern around him. Rolling his eyes, he mentally started counting the hours until Chan cornered him into talking about what was going on with him. His fingers moved slowly to his neck, where the necklace you gifted him laid. He just wanted to talk with you before he said something to his members that he really didn’t mean.

Time passed quickly backstage and with only an hour left before the concert, Jeongin tried calling you repeatedly since you weren’t picking up. After the fourth or fifth time, he gave up tossing his phone on the couch, moving to get changed. However, he didn’t miss the way that a staff member said something low to Minho, who quickly moved to whisper something to Felix. The actions rubbed him the wrong way as he assumed they were talking about him and his actions. With a huff he left the room to get changed into his first outfit and hopefully calm down before touching the stage, as he didn’t want Stay to see him like this. His thoughts drifted back to your warm smile and the way you giggled and hide behind him whenever the boys poked fun at the two of you. He desperately missed your smile today.

Entering the room again, he noted the way that every single member stopped talking as soon as he was in view. Snatching up his phone, he again tried phoning you and was only met with the sound of your voice on your message system. Intently listening to the entire thing just to hear your lovely voice, he quietly left a message, I miss you… a lot today, before hanging up and turning to see Hyunjin and Minho close by getting hyped up to get on stage. With one last longing stare at his phone, hoping to see your name light up the screen, he allowed himself to turn to his members and begin to get in the right head space for the show. Throughout the show, he found his hands wandering to that necklace, lingering a few moments before moving back to the dance moves or his side.

When the show was over, and everyone returned backstage, Jeongin started to feel like his world may crash down around him, as again the feeling of grumpiness settled into his bones. In truth, he really didn’t want to sleep alone, but he also didn’t want to be that annoying youngest member was always asking to share a bed on the road. Releasing a shaky breath, he headed toward the other room to change out of his stage cloths, noticing again how everyone started whispering. After a quick scan of the room, he also noted that Chan was no where to be found. Slowly, he left the room and changed into his other cloths, looking at his phone again to see that you hadn’t even tried to reply to him in the house since he called you. The feeling of hollowness entered his chest, and he took a deep breath going back to his members.

Dragging his feet, he returned to the other room, staring at the floor wondering what member would be the most receptive to sharing a room with him. As he was coming to his decision of who to ask, he heard the melody of a voice that he loved so much dance across the room. His eyes snapped up to see you half standing behind Chan explaining to him and Felix how amazing it was to finally see the concert from the audience and how the experience was so much different than being backstage. A smile tugged gingerly at the corners of his mouth as he quickly floated through the room, wrapping his arms around your waist, and spinning you around a few times.

The relief flooded through his body as the sensation of happiness immediately took over him. He felt as though his heart was skipping beats all over the places and he tucked you into his side, planting a long kiss into your hair. Coming back his senses, he turned to see all the members surrounding you both, smiling and greeting you in the ways you had grown close with each of them. Thank you again for getting me the tickets, he heard you sincerely thank everyone in the room, it was such a treat to see this guy on stage from the audience, you finished as he felt your hip bump into him. At the words, he again buried his face into your hair, a blush creeping across his face.

We felt like you needed to have her by your side for the remaining part of the tour Innie, Chan explained with a wide grin on his face. The words sunk into him, and his actions earlier forced his eyes to the ground as he knew that he really did owe a lot to his hyungs and this only added to that very long list. Honestly, we were just over you bring grumpy all the time, Minho shrugged with a small smirk on his lips before going to change out of his stage cloths. Laughter filled the room, as he found you looking up at him with a puzzled look on your face. Jeongin turned pulling you into another crushing hug as he knew that he deserved those words after today. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you melted into him, he relaxed at the light tough of your fingers on his lower back. Later, he mumbled before pressing his lips to yours quickly, before pulling back and looking at your face. Another kiss was planted on your lips before dragging you over to the couch, to cuddle while everyone changed before going back to the hotel. Holding the girl he loved, he let your presence heal the parts of him that needed it.

♡ ── thank you for reading! requests are open.  

[somethingtotalkbout]

skinny dipping

✧ pairing: vinnie hacker x f. reader

✧ genre: established relationship au, suggestive, fluff

✧ wordcount: 0.6 k

✧ warnings: semi suggestive, almost smut

✧ summary: vinnie and y/n can’t sleep, so they decide to go to the beach which turns into skinny dipping. 

✧ date: march 20th, 2022

                                                 ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

the room was dark and the moon was high upon the sky outside. you and vinnie were lying face to face, with the covers pulled up to your chins. it was around 2 am and neither one of you could sleep. instead you caressed each other and would occasionally exchange small smiles, in between trying to sleep. 

“wanna go for a road trip?” he suggested out of nowhere, his eyes big.

“yeah, why not.” you answered. “but to where though?” you sat up, stretching your hands above your head.

“the beach maybe?” vinnie said, sitting up in the bed as well. his upper body naked, the moonlight highlighting his toned muscles and tattoos. 

you smiled, an idea popping into your head. “and go skinny dipping?”

vinnie laughed while throwing on a tee and putting on his shoes. “i mean, that wasn’t exactly what i had in mind, but i’m not against it.” 

you threw your own shoes on, and grabbed a blanket to take with you. you tried to stay as quiet as possible while going through the house and down the stairs to the front door. you made it into vinnie’s car successfully as well, without anyone noticing. 

you rolled down your windows and let the wind run your hair wild. music was playing loud in the car, and vinnie hummed along with a protective hand on your thigh. “is this my playlist?” he asked after a couple of familiar songs had been playing.

“well yeah. i listen to it all the time.” you answered. he grew a smile, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks.

you pulled out the blanket and placed it down on the sand when you arrived at the beach. you guys both layed down on your backs, vinnie’s arm supporting you head. the sky was filled with so many stars that night and the moon was almost full. you almost felt like you could finally fall asleep with the light breeze and the sound of the waves. 

vinnie’s hand was loosely placed in your hair, when he brought up the proposal you had made earlier that night. “still wanna go skinny dipping, bubs?” 

your eyes lit up, your head turning to face vinnie’s. a slight smirk was playing on his lips. “hell yeah.” was all you said, before hurriedly standing up and removing your clothing.

vinnie laughed, stood up as well, and started to undress. you were already naked when he started to untie his shoes though, so you started to run towards the waves. 

“you’re too slow!” you yelled back to him. 

“you’re gonna regret saying that!” he yelled back, full on sprinting after you.

you yelped, when he caught up to you, his arms wrapping around you from behind. the water was just above your belly button, but did nothing to hide the obvious erection poking at you from behind.

“are you hard?” you laughed, turning around to face him. he smirked and looked down at you, while his hands started wandering from your waist and down. 

“can you blame me?” he said, his hands cupping your ass cheeks.

you gasped and gave his chest a light smack. “you can’t do that.”

“why not bubs?” he pouted. “it’s in the middle of the night, away from almost everything, and there’s no one here.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, pondering about his arguments. he grew tired of not receiving an answer from you, so he started to leave wet kisses along your jaw and down to your collarbone. your hands on his chest wandered lower, and were hovering just below his belly button. 

he removed himself from your neck, his face so close to yours now, that you could feel his breathing. “i promise not to go slow, baby.” he whispered. 

you almost whined out loud. “okay.”

“okay?” he asked, a smirk forming on his lips. “is that all you’ve got to say?”

“okay you can fuck me.” and that’s when his lips crashed into yours.

[http-paprika]

Labyrinth; Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warning(s): trauma, anxiety

WC: 365

A/N: I wrote this while listening to the song Labyrinth by Taylor Swift so, the song sets the mood.

Two bodies, aching from the long haul and the horrific day, lay next to each other. The longer Y/N looked at the ceiling, the more her brain kept running. She was replaying in her mind what had happened in the morning, guilt was prowling around her and she started to grow anxious. Her breathing hitched as Y/N tried to get her brain to shut up and shut down but that made it run faster. Dragging her into a labyrinth of her worst mistakes, reminding her of plane crashes, prison riots, and an earthquake that buried her for days. She was right back in Panama on the edge of death, and she couldn’t pull herself back to the warehouse where her body was at present.

A hand grabbed hers and squeezed it three times, the man that lay next to her had reached out for her like he always did. Ghost brought her out of the bad, and back into safety and security. From the first time they had met in Iraq, the cold of Russia, and now, he managed to pull her back. Even before he loved her in Iraq, he reached out to her.

“You’re thinking too much. You need to breathe.” He orders her.

“I can’t.”

“Y/N,” he was propped up on his elbow looking over at her. “Follow my breathing then.”

Ghost pulled off his balaclava, and sat her up so they were facing each other. “Just focus on me. Not what happened today, not what keeps you up at night, just look at me, at my face.”

She nodded her head and tried to turn her attention to him. Y/N started to focus on his features, his pale eyelashes against his dark eyes, the angles of his cheekbones and jaw, the scars from years and years of fighting, each one so different from the others.

“Is that better?” He asks after a moment.

“Yes. Thank you.” Y/N sighs, laying back on the thin mat.

A second later, Ghost is wrapping his large body around hers, arms holding you close to him. “I may be sore, but this will keep you from staring at that damn ceiling.”

[cannedapricot]

untitled. || ljn

in which you and lee jeno were definitely friends but you were also definitely more than just friends. frankly, your friend group has had enough of the not so subtle flirting and unbearable tension.

word count: 1.4k

genre, warnings: fluff, slice of life, college!au, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, profanity, mentions of heartbreak, mentions of alcohol consumption, suggestive themes but nothing 18+ happens they just make out, mentions of minor car crash

bgm: message in a bottle by taylor swift, 1 2 365 4 me by kennen, oh shit...are we in love? by valley

a/n: something small so i can get over movie jeno. bro was glorious. i've also listed some songs i listened to while writing and i think listening while reading would be a vibe - lmk how you guys feel about it!

It was a cozy Friday evening. The rain was pelting against the glass windows and you could faintly hear the shouts of your fellow students below as they hurried back to their dormitories. The candle light flickers and shadows dance along the walls. Jeno had his head on your shoulder, faintly humming along to whatever was playing on his Alexa. You were sat on his bed in one of his varsity hoodies, scrolling through social media in a desperate attempt to keep up with your acquaintances' lives.

"Wait, Dejun broke up?!"

Jeno perks up at your small exclamation, craning his neck to peek at your screen.

"How can you tell?"

"He deleted all his posts with them and is listening to glimpse of us. What a shame, I was rooting for them."

"You and your personal celebrity couples." Jeno teases, jokingly shaking his head. "Who's next?"

"Maybe if Mark grows a pair and asks his lab partner out they could be next." You snort, leaning so your head was against Jeno's.

Enjoying quality time with your friend was one of your favorite ways to spend any free time you had amongst your chaotic schedule. Between due dates and classes, you and Jeno always managed to make time for each other. Although, most times just involved one of you showing up at the other's door without prior notice.

"Jeno, have you seen my jacket anywhere? The blue denim one?" Jaemin, Jeno's roommate and self proclaimed best friend asks, opening the bedroom door without knocking. The rest of your friend group insisted on still going out for drinks, even though its raining cats and dogs outside.

"Hn, no?" You feel a weight come off your shoulders as Jeno raises his head to address the question. "Wouldn't it be in your stinky pile of laundry?"

"Hey, I did my laundry yesterday, it's not stinky." Jaemin sticks his tongue out. "Y/n, if you see it in Jeno's closet let me know okay? I swear he steals my clothes."

"Roger that."

Jaemin nods happily, closing the door before Jeno manages to land a pillow throw. As Jeno returns to his place on your shoulder you hear the rest of your friends through the thin walls.

"Did you find your jacket?"

"No. But I did find Jeno and y/n snuggling against each other."

"We should start charging y/n rent."

"Isn't our rent included in tuition though?"

"Wasn't it a separate payment?"

You choose to ignore the conversation as the boys start to argue about dormitory rent. A calm vibration comes from your shoulder and your heart skips a beat from the proximity.

"For your information, Jaemin steals my clothes."

"Whatever you say, champ."

Chenle holds in a laugh as the group bid goodbye to you and Jeno. Upon reaching the ground floor, he allowed himself to finally let it out.

The six boys didn't leave the two of you alone without purpose. They all knew about your little crush on each other. It was so blatantly obvious. The way Jeno constantly checked his phone for updates when you had gone out with an old friend, the way he paces around the common area when he expects you to come over, and, not to mention, the untitled song he wrote for you.

It was all amusing to them. How could he miss the way you looked at him with hearts in your eyes, the way you would happily spend all night in the library with him when he had an assignment due, the way your arm always found its way around his.

"They really are idiots." Jaemin had said, a fond grin on his face.

Really, it was cute, but got frustrating. Slow burn and mutual pining were never Donghyuck's favorite tropes. Watching you hide your embarrassment as Jeno fixes your hair made him want to push the two of you in a closet and scream for you guys to just kiss already.

So in order to prevent Donghyuck from committing a crime against romance, Renjun simply suggested that they give the couple more "alone time". Which leads the boys to this situation on a Friday night, heading to the pub in the rain.

"They better be dating by the time we're back." Donghyuck mutters, attempting to stay dry under Mark's hazardous umbrella holding.

"What do you even call their relationship right now?" Jisung voices over the rain, "not friends, obviously."

"A situationship?"

"No. That's what Yangyang had a while back. Remember how toxic it was?"

"Friends with benefits?"

"Chenle... Do you know what that is?"

"Guys, just leave it untitled for now. They're going to be dating soon anyway."

Jeno met you on the first day of classes. You had turned up ten minutes late, breathing heavily as you stumbled into the free seat in the last row. The seat next to him. Red in the face from running and hair messy from the wind, you looked so loveable to him. Never would he have imagined that you would be by his side like you were now. Though regretfully, as a friend. He wasn't sure how you'd react if he told you he wanted to be more.

You had your head in his lap, phone forgotten as you rambled to him about how stupid Yangyang's situationship partner was. He gently raked his fingers through your hair, reacting accordingly to your story, gaze never leaving your face.

A guitar melody meets the end of the last song and a familiar voice sounds through the room. Your story stops abruptly and confusion dons Jeno's features before he realizes what's playing through the speakers.

"No, wait, don't listen to this! Close your ears."

"I can't physically do that! And why can't I listen? You're singing! Did you write this song?"

As Jeno frantically attempts to scramble to stop the song, you wrap you arms around his torso, pulling him back on the bed. To prevent him from moving, you lie on top of him. Jeno can feel your laughs through his own body and he wonders whether you could feel his heartbeat through yours. With his strength, he could push you off and turn the song off if he really wanted to. But when it comes to you, he strength somehow never works.

"Jeno, this song is so cute. Who's it about?" You smirk down at him, "you have a crush on someone?"

You weren't asking because you were purely curious. You were asking because you had a big fat crush on the man and needed to know if he liked someone else. Though, you didn't know if you were ready for the answer. You've heard the heartbreak horror stories. They were always worse when the couple weren't dating but you couldn't help it. Somewhere along the line, you had fallen, and by that time, a platonic relationship had been established. Somehow, you convinced yourself that you'd rather stay friends than potentially losing what the two of you already had.

The rest of the friend group knew. You knew they knew. Hiding your feelings weren't your strongest point and you definitely caught Chenle making kissy faces behind you and Jeno once.

So, to say you were nervous about his answer was an understatement. But you weren't about to let him know.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Huh?

Jeno turns his head away, avoiding eye contact. A redness creeps up his cheeks and his throat feels dry.

"It's about you."

The cat's out of the bag. Jeno wants to scream in embarrassment. He can't believe he leaked his own embarrassing song about you. He can't believe this is how you find out about his feelings.

"Oh." A matching redness creeps up your own cheeks. "You think my eyes have stars in them?"

"Shut up."

Laughter settles over the both of you before your eyes meet. Jeno's eyes move down to your lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own absent mindedly.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Just our luck."

"I can't believe we witnessed a car crash?"

"At least it was a minor one. Nobody got hurt which is great news."

"Hang on, we have to tell those two we're going to be home late."

Jeno pulls away as his phone alerts him of a message received. You glance over at the screen, giggling at the content. Mark had sent a photo of the six of them posing with the police.

Just witnessed a car crash. Gonna be home late.

"Great, we can continue making out then." Jeno mumbles, throwing his phone aside and pulling you back in.

[corrodedhawkins]

Under my Tree

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Content warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) language, fluff, mechanic!Eddie, handjobs, blowjobs, anal fingering, spit, rimming, cum swallowing, praise.

Authors note: Was I listening to the NSYNC Christmas album while writing this? Yes. So I named this after my favorite song.

Wham’s Last Christmas blares from the speakers, on repeat for the last hour, much to the neighbors dismay. Steve dances around the apartment, finishing up decorating for Christmas.

It’s him and Eddie’s first Christmas living together, and he wants to make it special. He knows Eddie didn’t grow up with much more than a tiny tree in the corner with a gift or two underneath, and he’s determined to make this the best Christmas he’s ever had.

Steve’s gone all out, buying a massive tree, fully decorated with lights and ornaments and tinsel. A large pile of presents lay under the tree, all addressed to his boyfriend.

The song ends and starts again just as Steve puts the final string of lights on the tree. He sings along loudly, not hearing Eddie come through the front door and hang his coat on the hook.

“Merry Christmas”, Eddie whispers along with the song, right into Steve’s ear.

Steve yelps, spinning around to swat at his chest. “Jesus Christ, babe! Don’t do that.”

Shutting off the music, Eddie shakes the snow out of his hair, laughing when drops of icy cold water hit Steve’s cheeks. His hands settle on Steve’s hips to pull him closer, nuzzling into his neck. “Sorry, sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”

With an unimpressed huff, Steve leans into his hold, wrapping his arms around his neck. “How was the shop?”

“Slow, got off early”, Eddie murmurs against Steve’s jaw, placing soft kisses there. “Couldn’t wait to see you.”

“Oh yeah?”, he asks breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Mhmm”, Eddie hums, hands sliding from Steve’s hips to palm his ass. “I remember being promised a present before I left this morning”

Steve bites his lip, grinding himself into Eddie, the hands on his ass gently urging him forward. “I-I have to move to show you your surprise”, he gasps.

Releasing him with a grumble, Eddie pecks a quick kiss to his lips. “Fine.”

Steve plugs the tree in and turns off the lights, standing back to survey his work. He glances towards Eddie, a small smile on his face. “So, what do you think?”

The room is illuminated by the tree, bathing them both in a warm glow. On top of the tree sits an ornate star, lit up with dozens of twinkling lights. It’s absolutely beautiful.

“Baby”, Eddie breathes, eyes shining with affection. “You did this for me?”

“Well, yeah. I know Christmas has never been special for you or anything. Wanted to make this year different.”

Eddie comes up behind Steve, wrapping his arms around him, chin hooked over his shoulder. “Thank you.” He’s not going to cry. He’s not.

“You like it?” Steve rests his hands on Eddie’s forearms, squeezing gently before turning around to face him.

“I love it.” Eddie grabs the front of Steve’s shirt in his fist, pressing his lips to his, softly at first. The kiss quickly grows heated, Eddie sucking on Steve’s tongue, shoving one thick thigh between his legs.

Steve bucks against his leg, moaning against his mouth when Eddie pulls him closer, grinding his growing erection against his hip. With one last fierce kiss, Steve pulls away, mumbling bedroom.

“Hold on.” Eddie grabs a few blankets and a pillow from the basket next to the couch, laying them out on the floor in front of the tree. “Wanna enjoy my present a little longer.”

Eddie lays back and places the pillow under his head, grabbing at him to haul him down into his lap. Steve giggles before crashing their lips together, making Eddie feel warm and loved and happy.

He smiles into the kiss, his matching giggle turning into a deep groan when Steve bites down on his bottom lip, grinding his ass down onto Eddie’s erection.

Pulling away from his mouth, Eddie fists his hands in Steve’s sweater, finding it difficult to speak. As soon as Eddie’s lips leave his, Steve is attacking his neck, nipping and sucking and kissing every inch of skin he can get to.

“Mmph, babe”, Eddie tries to pull Steve away from his neck with no luck. He sighs, flipping their positions so quickly it takes Steve a second to register what’s happening.

Landing on his back with a quiet oof, Steve looks up to find Eddie hovering over him with a wolfish grin on his face. “Are you gonna let me thank you properly for my present?”

Lifting the front of a Steve’s sweater, he bunches the fabric up to sit just under his chin, licking a hot, wet stripe down from his sternum to his belt. He sucks a bruise just below his belly button, making Steve squirm.

“I-yeah”, Steve breathes, lip bitten between his teeth.

Eddie shoots him a lopsided grin as he pops the button on Steve’s jeans, easing them and his boxers down and off, immediately wrapping his hand around Steve’s erection, leaning in to mouth at the head.

The first swipe of his tongue over his cock pulls a groan deep from Steve’s chest, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of his face. His hands bury themselves in Eddie’s messy curls, settling on either side of his head, guiding the agonizingly slow bob of Eddie’s head.

Steve does his best to keep his hips still, losing the battle when Eddie keeps his languid pace. He needs his cock as far down Eddie’s throat as he can take him.

“Please”, Steve whines, hips twitching up, hands starting to push Eddie’s head down rather than only guiding him.

“So needy”, Eddie murmurs against the inside of Steve’s thigh when he pulls off, placing gentle kisses there that make him shiver. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

Nodding in understanding, Steve settles back and tries to relax, knowing Eddie’s got him, as always. His hand reaches down to card through Eddie’s hair gently, whispering a soft love you.

Eddie smiles, nuzzling against Steve’s thigh, the downy hair there tickling his cheek. “Love you too, Stevie.”

With one last kiss, he pulls away from Steve’s leg to take the head of his cock back into his mouth, sucking softly.

Steve sighs, scratching his nails gently against Eddie’s scalp, gasping when he hums around him at the sensation.

“Open.” Eddie mouths at his shaft, reaching up to thrust two fingers against Steve’s lips. He immediately sucks them into his mouth, tongue laving over the pads of his fingers.

“Good boy”, Eddie praises. He pulls his fingers from Steve’s mouth with a soft pop, pressing firmly against his hole, not yet breaching. Steve whines and squirms, trying to get Eddie’s fingertips to sink into him.

“Shh, let me take my time with you.” Eddie nuzzles against the soft skin of his balls, pressing wet, open mouth kisses to them. “Let me show you just how much I love my present.” He dips down to lick a slow stripe over Steve’s hole, punching a low groan from his chest, “let me show you how much I love you.”

“‘Kay”, Steve agrees breathlessly, mewling when Eddie does it again.

His fingers dig into the plush of his ass, spreading him so that he can watch Steve’s hole clench around nothing before he dips down again. Eddie eats him out teasingly at first, slowly spearing tongue into his hole as far as he can reach.

With a sharp cry, Steve is slapping a hand against Eddie’s shoulder, his nails digging into the fabric of his oil-stained t-shirt. “Fuck”, he breathes, head lolling back against the pillow.

Eddie’s tongue laps at his hole insistently, his hand reaching up to wrap around Steve’s cock. It lays hard against his stomach, the ruddy tip leaking precum, throbbing when Eddie squeezes his fist around him.

The flicking of his tongue syncs with the rhythm of his hand on Steve’s length, making sparks fly behind his eyelids. With a deep groan, his hips buck up into Eddie’s fist before he presses himself down onto his tongue.

Steve nearly wails when he feels the very tip of one of Eddie’s fingers breach his hole alongside his tongue. “Yes”, he hisses. “More.”

Eddie pulls back and spits on Steve’s hole, two fingers plunging in to press directly into his sweet spot.

“Hah-”, Steve whines, fists twisting in the sheets below him.

“Good?”, Eddie prompts, brow quirked curiously.

Steve nods and licks his lips, unfocused eyes shining down at Eddie. “Yeah. S’fucking good.”

With a smirk, Eddie takes the length of Steves cock into his mouth and down his throat in one smooth bow of his head. He braces for the inevitable buck of Steve’s hips as he nearly screams, holding his hip with his free hand.

Two fingers continue to fuck into Steve’s fluttering hole, the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching evident to his boyfriend. He clenches around his fingers, a steady stream of whines and moans bubbling up from deep within his chest.

“Please, honey. C’mon, cum for me”, Eddie pulls off for a second and begs, as if Steve would be doing him a favor by coming apart under him.

Steve bites his lip and nods, eyes squeezed shut as he teeters on the edge of his orgasm. “Fuck-baby”, is all he can grit out before his release crashes over him, shaking and crying out as Eddie takes him as far as he can, swallowing every drop of his cum.

When they’ve both caught their breath, Eddie crawls up Steve’s body to kiss him softly, giggling when Steve tries to follow his lips when he pulls away.

“Mhmm”, Steve hums, a contended smile on his face. “I take it you like your present?”, he jokes.

“Yes”, Eddie says, low and sincere. “Thank you.” He captures Steve’s lips in a kiss he hopes conveys just how much he loves him.

Tagging:

@latenightsimping @hellfirebabes @bayouteche @thefreakandthehair @munsonquinns @goldenbrownanddistasteful @sweetpeapod @ooo-protean-ooo

[ro-is-struggling]

You Ruined Me || Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: on a cold rainy night Y/N accidentally ends up standing in front of her ex-boyfriend's house and remembers with sadness the last time she walked through those doors.

Warnings: fem reader, song fic, emotional infidelity (Matt is still in love with Elektra), breakup, unrequired love (the reader is still in love with Matt, but he has feelings for Elektra). It's pure sadness with no happy ending

English is not my first language

Word count: 3800

Notes: The story is based on the song You Ruined Me by JC Chasez. I recommend you to listen to it to understand the vibe of the story (you won't regret it because his voice is beautiful). Also there might be a part 2 on the works where Bucky gets involved👀👀👀 EDIT: HERE'S PART 2

I could be the first to let you know

That nothing means anything

Now I'm standing here outside your door

In the pouring rain

And I can't believe nothing's supposed to get to me

Now I'm in this misery

You walked through the dark streets of Hell's Kitchen with no particular destination in mind. It was a cold and rainy night. Droplets of water fell from the sky onto your figure, drenching you from head to toe. The wind blowing through the trees crashed against your wet body, freezing your skin. The cold was piercing your bones, cutting through the layers of clothing as if they were nothing more than a thin piece of fabric. Yet you would rather be there, alone, wet and cold, than spend another second trapped in a restaurant you didn't like, accompanied by a man you didn't love. You needed to escape. You could no longer pretend to be interested in that guy, so you made up a silly excuse about an emergency and hurried to disappear behind the doors before he had a chance to ask you any questions about it.

You could have headed home, but the thought of being back so early was depressing. So instead you decided to walk around for a while, get some fresh air and clear your mind. You thought maybe that would help you mood. The rain had attacked you halfway, but you didn't care. Your mind was too caught up in the swirl of emotions inside you to worry about a little water. So you continued walking without a destination in mind.

You should have known that your feet would eventually lead you to the building where Matt lived. You had spent so much time there that you had the path burned into your muscle memory. You could find your way there even if you were blindfolded. There was something about that place that drew you in, a connection so strong it was impossible to ignore.

When you looked up from the ground, you felt betrayed by your own body as you discovered where you were. Your eyes fell on the large doors of the building and your heart skipped a beat as you remembered the last time you had been there. It hadn't been long, barely about three months. When you walked through those doors that night you never imagined that you would end up walking out just a few minutes later with your heart shattered into pieces.

If you concentrated hard enough you could see the events of that night unfolding in front of you again. It was also a rainy day and you had forgotten your umbrella in the cab that took you to work that morning. The accident set off a chain of unfortunate events over the course of the day, and by the time your shift was over you were exhausted and in a very bad mood. That's why instead of going home you decided to stop by Matt's apartment. He always made you feel better when you were having a bad day, and that had been one of the worst in a long time. You never imagined that things would only get worse.

When you reached your destination, you used the keys Matt had given you to get into the building and then into his apartment. You walked down the dark entrance hallway in surprise at how quiet the place was. You dropped your keys on the coffee table as you wondered if your boyfriend was already roaming the streets of Hell's Kitchen in his red suit, looking for people who needed his help. But then you felt a noise coming from his room. You headed for the door, assuming Matt would be on the other side.... And he was, but he wasn't the only one there.

You didn't even get to touch the doorknob before the door suddenly opened, revealing a surprised and worried Matt. You didn't understand the reason for such an expression until your eyes fell on the figure behind him. On the bed, wrapped between the sheets and one of your boyfriend's shirts, rested Elektra Natchios.

Your eyes filled with tears as you comprehended the scene in front of you. Then, without a word, you turned and disappeared behind the door.

"Y/N, wait!" you heard Matt calling out to you, but you ignored him.

You quickened your pace, descending the stairs as fast as your blurred vision would allow. You could hear Matt behind you, the sound of his footsteps echoing down the halls. He was calling your name, asking you to listen to him, but you ignored him. You needed to get out of there. You needed to run away. You needed to get outside and breathe fresh air, or else you thought you would drown. The lump that had formed in your throat was getting bigger and bigger, making it difficult for you to breathe.

You had your right hand on the door handle when Matt finally caught up to you, grabbing your left arm to keep you from escaping.

"Y/N, wait!" he repeated, wrapping his fingers around your forearm. "Can we talk?"

"There's nothing to talk about" you replied, turning your back to him. You couldn't look him in the face, it hurt too much. "Let me go!"

"It's not what it looks like, Elektra got hurt and..."

"Enough! I can't do this anymore" you exclaimed, your voice broken by the tears you were struggling to hold back. "I can't keep pretending that I don't notice that you still have feelings for her" you added, finally turning to look at him.

"I don't, I-I..."

"Stop lying! I'm not stupid, Matt. I see it in your face every day. And I'm tired. I don't deserve this."

"I love you," he said in a broken voice, not knowing what else to do to convince you to stay.

"I know," you nodded with a sad smile. "But you have feelings for her too. And I can't go on like this, sharing you with her, afraid of losing you every day."

"Please..." he insisted, though he didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"Goodbye, Matt."

And with that, you broke free of his grip and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

I can't be with anyone since I felt our worlds collide

It's like I almost died

The way you make me feel

I'm changing, got me breaking down inside

Baby can't you see, you ruined me

For life 

You haven't seen Matt again after that. You spent the next few weeks sad and depressed, crying yourself to sleep at night and waking up with a headache and a swollen face in the mornings. A routine that continued until one day you decided you were tired of feeling sorry for yourself. So you focused all your energy on getting your life back on track, forgetting Matt and starting over. 

For some reason, at the time it seemed like a simple task. It was just a matter of getting out and meeting new people. There were plenty of fish in the sea, some of them much better than Matt, you just had to take the time to find them. 

Oh if only you knew how wrong you were!

Over the past few months you had met several men, gone on countless dates, and still you couldn't get Matt out of your mind. Even when things were going well, when the guy was nice and the date interesting, you couldn't quiet the little voice in the back of your head that told you none of it was worth it. You fought it, raising the pitch of your voice as you spoke to drown it out in the noise, asking endless questions to your date to distract yourself with his answers. Nothing was working. The few men who didn't flee at your strange change in behavior would end up disappointed to discover that the evening would lead to nothing more than a quick, cold goodbye kiss. Sometimes not even that. 

For some reason, no man compared to Matt. None could awaken butterflies in your stomach with just a smile or a tingle in your body with a simple brush of hands. None could make your legs tremble at the sound of his voice or start a fire inside you with a kiss. They were, for the most part, nice men, but you didn't feel a special connection with any of them. Not like you did with Matt. 

You didn't feel the urge to have them around all the time, to know how their day had been and listen to every story, every word, as if it was the most interesting thing you had ever heard. You didn't wonder what it would feel like to wake up next to either of them in the mornings, nor were you dying to feel your bodies brush against each other. You didn't feel safe in their arms, at least not the way you felt in Matt's arms. 

That had nothing to do with his abilities or the fact that you knew he was Daredevil. The security Matt provided you was related to the connection you shared. You felt comfortable and safe with him because you had found your home in his arms. And that was something you couldn't change. Something you weren't going to find in someone else. 

You felt pathetic. You really were the biggest idiot in the whole universe. Matt had done nothing but hurt you, more painfully and deeply than any of your other ex-boyfriends, and yet you couldn't get him out of your mind. Your heart was still beating for him despite all the suffering he had put you through. It was ridiculous, but you couldn't deny how you felt. Matt Murdock was the only man for you even though you weren't the only woman for him. And that was devastating. 

I will be the last to let you down

All your fears and doubts are hovering above you like a cloud

And the water's rising

Now I can't breathe, nothing's how it's supposed to be

How did you do this to me

Locked inside your heart shaped box

It hurted you to have worked so hard for your relationship only to lose it all to a woman who did nothing but bring him trouble and heartache. You knew all too well the details of the relationship Matt and Elektra had had in the past. You had seen him running after her all over campus like a lost dog. You had to watch, along with Foggy, as he threw away his studies and all the effort it had taken him to get to where he was for her. And when eventually their relationship crashed and erupted into flames, you had been by his side to pick up the pieces of his heart from the ground and help him put it back together. A task that had turned out to be far from simple.

Years later, Matt remembered it as a mistake from his past. One of those that you make when you're young and inexperienced, one that marks a clear lesson for the future. And you believed him. You could still see traces of pain in his expression when Elektra's name was mentioned in conversation. He didn't like to talk about her, even years after their relationship had ended. And as much as you found it a bit odd, you always thought it was simply because it had been a very difficult time in his life. You had never had reason to suspect that maybe he wasn't as over her as he claimed, until she reappeared in his life.

It all started with subtle changes. You began to notice a certain awkwardness and tension in Matt, an attitude that had no apparent reason. It wasn't until he confessed to you that Elektra was back that you understood what was happening to him. Matt was having trouble understanding what he was feeling, doubt written into his expression at all times. You could read the struggle inside him every time you looked up at his face. 

In one corner of the fighting ring was the rational voice in his brain, telling him that nothing good could come from Elektra. In the opposite corner, the passionate, impulsive voice of his heart assured him that things would be different this time. Matt liked to pretend his brain won the fight by knock-out, but you both knew that was a lie. It was a very tight score. But eventually his heart would end up winning. 

Though of course that wasn't what he would tell you when you asked him about Elektra, worried about the effects her presence might have on your relationship.

"I don't want to work with her," he had assured you the night you had finally worked up the courage to voice you fears as you healed the wounds he had gotten on the street. "Believe me, it's the last thing I want."

"Then why are you doing it?" you insisted as you disinfected a small cut.

"Because she doesn't want to leave," he replied, letting out a sigh. "And because I think she's right. I think it's a case I can't handle on my own."

"Matt..." you started to say, but he interrupted you by grabbing your hands and pulling you a little closer towards his body.

"The Yakuza are planning something big and I don't think I can stop them by myself. That's all. Elektra is here just to help me with this problem and that's it. She'll leave as soon as we get it sorted out. We already talked about it." Matt assured you in a sweet, soft voice that almost made you forget all your problems. Almost.

"You promise?" You felt stupid asking such a thing of him, but Elektra's presence frightened you. She alone had thrown your world off balance in an instant. You needed reassure. You needed to know you weren't losing the man you loved.

"I promise," he told you with a smile before giving you a short kiss on the lips. "You have to believe me when I tell you that Elektra is nothing but a bad memory. You are the only woman I love."

You would love to be able to believe him, but deep down you knew that wasn't true. You didn't need to be able to hear his heartbeat to know he was lying. You just had to look at his face and see the doubt in his expression. That grimace that remained stamped on his face from the moment Elektra had come back into his life. You were losing him with every passing minute and there was nothing you could do about it but smile and pretend not to notice.

So that's what you did. You kept her mouth shut and smiled at him, giving his hand a squeeze to end the conversation. You kept the thousand doubts and insecurities you had to yourself in the hopes that things would go back to normal as soon as Elektra left. It was pathetic, but there was nothing else you could do. Matt owned your heart. He held it in his hands, squeezing it between his fingers with increasing strength and you couldn't take it away from him even i you wanted to.

I don't wanna be in love

I don't wanna feel this way

All I wanna do is leave

But all I can do is stay

Nights and days go by and I can't wait to touch your face again

A single tear escaped your left eye, rolling down your cheek and getting lost in the thousands of raindrops that adorned your face. There was nothing you wanted more than to be able to forget about Matt. You wanted to stop feeling the horrible emptiness inside you, a feeling that haunted you since the night it had all ended. You needed to get as far away from him as possible, at least until your heart stopped breaking into a thousand pieces at the mere mention of his name. You wanted to stop loving him. 

Yet there you were again. Standing in front of his door, fighting the urge to go up to his apartment to talk and make things right between them. Crying in the rain, your mind clouded by the memories the familiar building had awakened. 

You had initially thought that time would help you forget. You assumed that moving on with your life would become an easier task as the days passed. You thought the first few weeks would be the hardest, but if you managed to get through those dark days then you would see the light at the end of the tunnel. Only now you realized how wrong you had been. Months had passed and your heart ached with the same intensity as the first day. 

Ever since your relationship with Matt had ended, you weren't able to go a single night without thinking about him. You longed to feel the warmth of his body enveloping you when you slept, making you feel comfortable and safe, or bump against his chest as you stretched in bed. You missed opening your eyes in the morning and finding his calm expression as he slept, the cuts and wounds from the night before contrasting with the angelic look of his face. You missed hearing him groan with sleep at the sound of the alarm or hearing him pronounce your name followed by 'good morning' in the typical husky voice he had in the mornings. 

You even missed the fear and worry you felt every time you saw him disappear into the dark of night with his Daredevil costume on. At least when you were together you knew what was going on. You always waited up for him with the first aid kit, ready to treat his wounds. And while you worked, he would tell you what he had done as he roamed the dangerous streets of Hell's Kitchen.

You missed him like you had never missed anyone before. And that was because you loved him like you had never loved anyone before. You felt lonely without his company even though you were surrounded by people. The emptiness in your chest intensified every time you returned from work to your dark, deserted apartment. Your days were gray and monotonous. Your broken heart mourned Matt's absence almost as much as his lies and deceit. He was the cause of all your pain, but he was also the cure. 

I could be the first to let you know

That I can't be with anyone since I felt our worlds collide

It's like I almost died

The way you make me feel

I'm changing, got me breaking down inside

Baby, can't you see, you ruined me

Matt was the love of your life. There was no other way to explain how you felt about him. He was the love of your life and you would never forget him, even if you managed to turn the page and move on with your life alone. He would always be present in your mind. He would always have a special place in your heart. Even if you moved away from Hell's Kitchen and lived your whole life miles away, you were sure Matt would continue to hold the key to your heart. 

Suddenly you realized it was pointless to run away from what you felt. There was no place in the world where you could hide from Matt. He was burned into the depths of your soul. Then it occurred to you that maybe it was worth taking a chance on him one more time. Maybe fate had a happy ending planned for you after all. Maybe a future together was still possible. 

You let out a sigh of defeat, working up the courage to knock on Matt's door after you had sworn you wouldn't come back. You should feel ashamed of your weakness and lack of determination, but at this point you were incapable of experiencing such feelings. You had made the mistake of listening to your masochistic heart, believing the illusions it was clinging to in order to keep beating, and there was no turning back now. 

You were about to walk up the front steps to reach the door, when the sound of a car caught your attention. As you turned around you discovered that there was a luxury car parked in front of you in the street. You watched as the door of the vehicle opened and out stepped Matt and Elektra, both wearing fancy dress attire. 

Suddenly the air grew heavier. The tension and the lump that had formed in your throat made it difficult for you to breathe. Time seemed to freeze as you stood there, petrified in place. You could do nothing but stare at the couple in front of you. You noticed that the red lipstick Elektra was wearing was not only smeared, but had left marks on Matt's lips and neck. 

You felt the world around you crumble at your feet, just as it had that horrible night months before. You fragile heart broke into a thousand pieces once more as you saw that the hopes that held it together and kept it beating were nothing more than a delusion. You felt like a fool for thinking even for a second that your story could ever have a happy ending.

Matt, who was surprised by your presence, took a few steps forward to approach you. He opened his mouth to call out to you, but your name died in his throat because before he could utter it you turned and continued on your way. 

You walked away from there, calmly pacing under the rain, hiding in your cool appearance the urge you had to run off and not stop until you were miles away. Pretending that you had happened to pass by there purely by chance and not because you missed him more than anyone else in the world. 

Maybe if you continued to lie you would eventually believe your own bullshit. Maybe then you would manage to forget Matt Murdock once and for all.

I don't wanna be un love

I don't wanna feel this way

All I wanna do is leave

You ruined me for life

[theartofimagining13]

SUMMARY: Rooster falls in love with Hangman’s girlfriend.

WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

POSTER / MASTERPOST: [ X ]

CHAPTER SONG: “Let Your Hair Down” -Magic! 

AO3: [ X ]

NOTES: New chapter June 13th.

Enjoy!

Rooster was sitting at the piano, playing and singing at the top of his lungs while surrounded by people and fellow pilots at the bar who sang along but, out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hangman arguing with his girlfriend. Just a week earlier, he had discovered that the two were dating and they had been for a while. Afterwards, as if life wanted to mock him, Rooster seemed to run into them everywhere he went, and every single time they looked like those perfect couples in summer fling movies.

That was the reason Bradley was so surprised to see them fighting. He could no longer focus solely on the piano keys and kept glancing at them over and over again until he saw her pushing Jake away. Instead of giving her space, Hangman took a menacing step towards to her and gripped her wrist to take her somewhere else with him. Rooster abruptly stopped playing when he noticed her trying to break free.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s going on back there?” He exclaimed as he stood up.

Everyone around him fell silent and followed his line of sight. The whole bar was staring at Jake and his girlfriend, and they parted like the red sea when Bradley walked up to him with a furious look on his face.

“What the hell is your problem?” He asked.

Hangman scowled at Bradley and inched closer towards him.

“Take a walk, Rooster. This doesn’t concern you.”

Rooster imitated him and their faces were an inch apart.

“It’s clear she doesn’t want you near her, but if you won’t listen to her, maybe you will listen to me.”

“Gentlemen, please.” Phoenix sang condescendingly as she stood next to them. “We had a long day at the academy today.  We’re supposed to be having fun here.”

“I’m done, Jake.” Hangman’s girlfriend stated all of a sudden.

The young pilot looked into her eyes and cocked his head with an offended semblance.

“It’s over. We’re over.” She said before she turned on her heel and walked towards the exit.

“It’s over when I say it’s over, sweetheart!” Hangman retorted out loud before she shut the door behind her.

Rooster brusquely brushed past him and went after her. Jake scoffed. When he turned around, Phoenix was staring at him with crossed arms and an arched eyebrow. She shook her head.

“Well done, numbnuts.”

She was walking barefoot along the shore, under the moonlight when Bradley trotted up and caught up with her.

“Hey…” He greeted her a little out of breath. “Are you all right?”

“I’m sorry you had to see that. Jake can be such a-”

“Dick?”

She scoffed and nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it or…?” Bradley asked.

“There’s someone else.” She confessed.

Bradley’s head snapped towards her.

“Oh?”

“No, I mean Jake. He’s a bit of a ladies’ man.”

Rooster tightened his jaw and rolled his eyes, biting his tongue not to say what was really going through his mind.

“Damn it. He picked me up today and I left my bag over at his place. I was supposed to stay with him this weekend, and now it’s,” She gently grabbed Bradley’s wrist to look at his watch then let go, “almost midnight. Do you think I can get a cab around here at this time?”

“I doubt it.” He said. “I’d gladly offer you a ride but my car’s in the shop and Mav borrowed my motorcycle.”

“Oh, I know Mav. He’s with Penny right?”

“I think so…”

Rooster felt the chilly air and looked at her blouse and jean shorts she was wearing. The beach was always cold at night so he silently cursed himself for not bringing a sweatshirt or something just so he could offer it to her.

“Why don’t you… stay?” He nervously suggested. “I’m not too far away. You can crash at my place if you want.”

“No, Rooster. I couldn’t do that. You should get back. I’m just ruining your night. I’ll take my chances and figure something out.”

“There’s no way I’m letting you hail a cab in the middle of the night.” Bradley scolded. “Come on. It’s a ten-minute walk. You can have my room. I’ll take the couch.”

She stopped walking and so did he. He could see the embarrassment written on her face when she looked into his eyes.

“Thanks for sticking up for me back there.”

Rooster smiled and shyly looked at the floor.

“Anytime.”

He put his hands into his jeans pockets and led the way. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke again.

“Why were you with Hangman anyway?”

She let out a heavy sigh.

“Apparently, I have a thing for the bad boy type.” She confessed. “I know. Don’t look at me like that. Let’s not open that can of worms.” She chuckled.

“Well, you dumped his ass.” He paused. “In front of everyone by the way, which I can’t thank you enough for.”

She giggled and he joined her.

“Right in the ego.” Rooster joked as he gently punched the air with an uppercut.

“Oh god… I should’ve done it in private. I wasn’t even thinking. Do you think I hurt his feelings?” She asked with genuine worry.

“I’m glad you did. Some people need to get their feelings hurt, and Hangman was probably at the top of that list.”

Bradley watched how she failed in trying not to laugh but he was fascinated. He wanted to make her laugh more often, and this he couldn’t stop thinking about as he kept gazing at her while they kept on walking down the beach.

She walked into Bradley’s beach house and wandered around the living room; the place was small but very warm and cozy.

“Are you hungry?” He asked while walking into the kitchen. “I can make you something. There’s beer too.”

“Oh, I think I’m going to need one, please.” She said. “It’s a nice place you got here, Roos.”

“Mi casa, su casa.”

She heard him opening the fridge and then opening two beer bottles, but the piano in the living room caught her attention. She loved watching him play and made a mental note to ask him to do so later. Bradley approached her and handed her a bottle.

“You can turn on the TV if you want. Just make yourself at home. I’ll be back.”

Bradley walked into his bedroom to tidy up. He opened a drawer and pulled out his favorite pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for her to wear to bed. He went into his bathroom and put the toilet seat down before hanging a clean towel on the shower doors for her, and picked up any clothing items that were scattered on the floor. She was changing the channels when he joined her and sat next to her.

“I left you some sweatpants on the bed but feel free to go through my closet.”

She gazed at him.

“You’re very sweet. Thank you.” She said. “I owe you. Big time.”

“No.” He shook his head. “You don’t owe me anything. I’m doing what any decent human being would do.”

Rooster was suddenly very self-aware. He had never imagined her in his place and he was starting to get nervous, so he just sank on the couch and drank his beer in silence but way too fast. He waited for her to finish hers.

“Want another one?”

At three in the morning, they were more than tipsy; laughing and singing while Rooster played the piano. She sat next to him while he played a slower song and studied him. The young pilot played with so much passion it was inevitable not to stare in awe, and as the song came to an end, she had sudden questions in mind.

“What about you, Roos?”

He looked at her.

“We talked about me and Hangman but what about you? There’s gotta be a girl out there, am I right?” She teased.

Rooster’s lips parted but no sound came out. He could not rely on his drunk self not to say more than he intended.

“Me? Nah.” Was all he forced himself to say.

“Oh, come on. I work at the bar. I’ve seen the way girls look at you.”

He scoffed and shook his head before making eye contact.

“I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t looking at them.”

“There’s more to life than just flying planes, you know?”

“It’s not about that.” He looked at the ground again.

“You’re a good guy. You deserve all the love in the world.”

“Yeah, well… that’s the problem.” He confessed as he stared into her soul and got her undivided attention. “There’s this girl but… she has a thing for the bad boy type.”

Her heartbeat faltered while Rooster’s raced with anticipation and fear after his implicit confession. Her lips parted as she stared at his but she didn’t know what to do or say. She suddenly realized how naïve she had been; Rooster had always been very nice to her but she never imagined that he was attracted to her. Most men where blunt and, sometimes, even shameless when trying to get her attention, but Bradley acted more like a friend.

Her lack of reaction discouraged Rooster, so he let out a dry chuckle and looked away.

“I guess we should call it a night.” He said.

She watched him as he stood up and she immediately followed. Rooster glanced at her but she just gently pulled him by the shirt and kissed him. He froze at first but then his hands found their way to her hips and he pulled her closer for he had dreamed of this moment a thousand times. It was hard to stop. Bradley deepened the kiss and felt like his heart would leap out of his chest. Without pulling apart, he hoisted her onto the piano and she wrapped her arms around his neck, but when he leaned forward and her back touched the surface she pulled away.

“Roos, I…” She stammered.

“What’s wrong? Did I do someth-”

“No.” She cut him off. “Not at all, it’s just… I- I’m not going to sleep with you, Rooster.” She confessed. “I mean, not like this. We had too much to drink and I don’t want this to feel like I’m just doing it to get back at Jake or anything.”

Bradley stood up straight and she sat up on the piano.

“I’m sorry.” She murmured.

“No, you’re absolutely right.” He said. “You’re vulnerable right now. I don’t want you to think that I am taking advantage of that.”

“I know you’re not. I kissed you.” She said with a shy chuckle. “It’s best if we just… go to bed.”

“Yeah.” Bradley said while nodding.

He watched her jump off the piano and walk away into his bedroom.

“Goodnight.” He said and she echoed.

Once alone in his living room and with the stomach full of butterflies of an adolescent in love, Bradley put his hands on his waist and inhaled and exhaled deeply. He wondered if that had truly happened between them. He then looked down at himself and noticed how hard he was.

“Fuck…” He breathed out.

He took off his shirt to lie down on the couch and thought it’d be a sleepless night because he couldn’t stop thinking and replaying the kiss in his head, but Rooster slept like a baby.

Hangman’s ex-girlfriend woke up and could hear Bradley in the kitchen. She took his word and went through his closet to pick a shirt to wear and pair up with her shorts before going into the bathroom to take a shower. Once she got ready, she opened the bedroom door and saw Rooster standing in front of the stove wearing nothing but blue jeans. His dog tags were hanging from his neck and his sunglasses had slid to the middle of his nose. He was listening to music on his phone, dancing and singing along while making pancakes.

“So Rooster sings in the morning.” She joked.

He was startled and frantically fumbled with his phone on the counter to grab it and turn off the music. When he saw her leaning against the doorway and wearing one of his white tank tops and Hawaiian shirts, he swallowed hard and immediately removed his sunglasses.

“H-hey…” He stuttered. “How did you sleep?”

His heart skipped a beat when she started moving towards him.

“Like a baby. You? Your pancakes are burning.” She warned as she walked past him.

“Oh shit!” Rooster exclaimed as he finally remembered that he was cooking and grabbed the spatula to unstick the burnt pancake from the pan.

“Need some help?”

But before Rooster could answer, his doorbell rang. He frowned and turned off the stove. He reached the door, turned the knob and his eyes widened at his unexpected visitor.

“Hangman.”

[starlightsearches]

In that case, could you do Fluff prompt 5, 25 and nr 4 from 'Other' with Steve? Reader thinking he's still caring a torch for Nancy but ever since Steve met reader he has never wanted anyone else

"You're everything to me." / "It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today." / "No, don't cry. I hate it when you cry."

Just Thinking of the Right Words to Say

WOWOWOW, thanks for the prompt friend! I know this one took pretty long, so I'm sorry for that wait.

Requests are open 💖

Steve x GN! reader

Warnings: language, ANGST OH MY GOD ANGST, reader is vecna'd instead of Max, reader has a dead dad and feels responsible, a kiss :')

Despite what Steve thinks, it's not Dustin's clumsiness that wakes you.

You fell out of sleep a little while ago—no way to know exactly how long—head resting against the coarse denim covering Steve's thighs. There's been a few times you've thought about faking a yawn, sitting up off the couch and pretending like you had no idea how you ended up in that position, but Steve's been keeping you in place—unintentionally—resting his hand low at your waist, thumb dipping to stroke absently over your hip.

And five more minutes of that couldn't hurt.

It's all coming to an end, you know, when you hear the thump of familiar footsteps coming down the Wheeler's basement stairs. Dustin pretty much sucks at being quiet, and it only gets worse the harder he's trying.

You can't even begin to guess what he's knocked in to based on the crash, but you know the sound it makes should be loud enough to wake you.

"Dude, seriously?" Steve half-whispers, muscles tightening beneath you—like he wants to stand until he remembers you’re in the way. Dustin responds with a few repeated I'm sorrys before snatching the walkie from the table and scrambling back up the steps.

It was nice while it lasted.

You let out a little sigh, rolling your head from Steve's lap. He's got shadows under his big, dark eyes, his hair a total mess from all the times he's stroked his fingers through it.

But he smiles at you, and he's never looked prettier.

"Hey." You duck your head to quiet those thoughts, rubbing a hand over the denim print pressed into your cheek.

"Hey," he chuckles softly, palms stroking over his thighs as he juts his head in the direction of the stairs, "I'm really sorry about that."

"Don't be. It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today and not—"

Your eyes catch on the table, spying Max's beat-up Walkman, the headphones dangling a few inches from the floor. You think about the way Steve's hands must have brushed against your cheeks, sliding the headphones over your ears in the middle of Hawkins cemetery. Anger boils in your stomach—you can't remember it, obviously.

"Yeah," Steve says, concerned when he notices the way your brow furrows, "you're not sick of the song, though, are you? 'Cause we can stop by your house and pick up some tapes, or go to a record store maybe—"

You shake your head, quieting him. "No, it's not that, it's just . . ."

The pause in your words lingers. Steve leans forward on his elbows, close enough your eyes catch on the little dotted moles across his cheeks.

"Tell me," he whispers.

You can't. Not like this. Your fingers tangle together, and as much as you want to tell him that it's not the Walkman's fault that you're still here, you can't. You can't tell Steve you came back for him because maybe you spent the night with your head pillowed in his lap, but you did it in Nancy Wheeler's basement.

Perfect Nancy—with her baby doll features and clever mind and a shared history with Steve you'd popped up in the middle of and could never begin to compete with.

"Did you—" he swallows like he's not sure how to get the question out, "Was it your dad?"

Fuck. That shouldn't be easier to talk about, but the words are ready at your lips.

"At first. It was him, and I knew it was a dream because he was—you know—alive, but it didn't feel like a dream. Not at all."

Steve listens. Watching you this closely, his eyes have you feeling the edge of a blade on your skin, ready to be dissected, and you can’t have that. You don’t know what he’d find.

"It was, I mean, at first I was just- I couldn't believe I was hearing his voice again. And I wanted to say I was sorry, and I wanted to tell him that I loved him."

Steve's hand brushes over your shoulder, tentative, but you can't appreciate it fully. Your eyes are stinging, throat growing tight like it always does when you're trying not to cry.

"He was saying, god, just the most awful things. Things he never would have said to me, but the words were in his voice and I really thought I would die just from hearing it. I had to get away."

Your nails dig little holes into your palms. It's all still here—the scent of dank grass in your pounding lungs, your stumbling footsteps over the pocked face of the cemetery in your mind. Fighting your way into that red-hell world, hoping for an escape, and all you had found was more agony.

Thick, fat tears roll down your cheeks, cutting the words off in your throat. Steve's hand is warm, up against your cheek, thumb brushing at a few tears.

"Hey, stop, please. Don't cry. You know I can't handle it when you cry."

He looks so fucking heartbroken. You push his hand away, keeping your fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"He told me nobody would miss me, Steve. And I— I believed him."

It's the center of it all, the cancerous root to your pain. You'd heard those words, locked in Vecna's grasp, and a part of you knew he was right. Nobody would miss you, not the way you had missed your father. There would be no sleepless nights and tear-soaked pillows for you.

You would have let go then, but there was Steve. Outside, in the real world, he had his arms wrapped so tight around you, hand cupped at the back of your head as your body started to lift from the ground, so tight you could almost feel it. There were tears in his eyes, and his voice reached through the gap, past the headphones and the music and the fear and all the rest.

He was the one you ran towards. It was him you followed back into the light.

"Hey," Steve takes you by both the shoulders, shaking you a little, "don't talk like that, okay? Ever."

His intensity surprises you. "What?"

It all goes quiet. Steve’s soft breaths meet your skin, and you’re not afraid like have been, not waiting waiting for the chime of a clock or the slick shadowy voice you’d been hearing in your dreams.

His fingers twitch against your shoulders, but he doesn't pull away, big eyes on yours as he fights to get the words out. "God, I just— I thought you were going to die, okay? I thought you were dying, and I thought I was going to have to watch, and I just couldn't. I couldn't take that."

He drops your gaze, and your body buzzes, trapped in his grip and by his words.

"Steve . . ." You're not even sure what you want to say to him. You're afraid to ask the question that's waiting on your lips.

He must feel it there, because his hands come up to cup your face, thumb just brushing the corner of your mouth.

"It would have killed me, too. Okay? Vecna was wrong. You're- you're everything to me."

You're fingertips brush across his knuckles, his skin warm beneath your hands, and this feels more like a dream than any dream you can remember, but you're not waking up, and no matter how long you wait, Steve's hand is still there.

"Really?"

Steve smiles. "Yes, really."

When his lips meet yours, you feel it.

[ggomos-maribat]

Aime Trent

Jon crashed on the space on the couch, letting out a dragged out groan. Marinette shifted her legs, stretching them out as she sat at the foot of the sofa. She poked the side of his head. "What's up?"

"I got terrorized." Jon shuddered. "They won't stop talking about it."

Damian uninterestedly looked up from his sketchbook.

"Who won't stop talking about what?" Marinette set down her chin on top of folded arms.

"Kon and Aunt Kara and Mom!" Jon lamented. "Do you know that anonymous singer who got popular recently? They keep playing her songs at home! I told them it's not my type of music but nooo they just had to force me to listen!"

"Is that why you flew all the way over here?" Marinette snorted out a chuckle. "Who's this singer anyway?"

"Dunno. Amy Whatshername or something."

"Aime Trent," said Damian firmly, stopping in the middle of his sketch. His gaze fell on Jon, shining with disapproval. "Her name is Aime Trent."

Jon's eyes went wide. "You know her?!"

"Obviously. It is evident that she pours her heart and dedication into the songs she composes and she delivers her own lyrics well with her heavenly voice," Damian said, "Not to mention, she's talented in playing instruments and the messages she puts into her songs are poetic and meaningful."

"You listen to her?!" Jon screeched. Even Marinette seemed taken aback.

"And what if I do?"

"I didn't know you like that genre."

"It's not my usual style, but her songs are too beautiful to be ignored." Damian crossed his arms indignantly. "In fact, more people should know about her."

"A lot of people already do." To prove his point, Jon took his phone out and showed them his Twitter feed filled with Aime Trent hashtags. "See? She's trending. They love her songs."

"That is not surprising. She deserves all the recognition she can get." Damian nodded.

Meanwhile, Jon eyed Marinette. "What about you? Don't tell me you're a crazy fan too."

She raised her arms defensively. "I haven't heard of her that much. I've only listened to a few songs."

Damian scoffed. "You both should learn to appreciate her masterpieces."

"Wait, but no one knows who she actually is, right?" Jon leaned towards Damian and the latter pushed his face away. "You didn't try looking for her? Oooh, maybe we can earn some money if we—"

"I am not breaching the anonymity she's worked hard to maintain," Damian cut him off. "Also, my brothers have tried and they have repeatedly complained that she's extremely difficult to track down."

Jon blew a raspberry. "No fun."

---

Marinette set the palette aside, careful not to spill any paint on the floor. She and Damian were working on their joint project for school: an oil painting with themes from their English literature class. They were taking a break, so she decided to get her notebook out to do some writing.

"What rhymes with 'all'?" She tapped her pencil against her lip.

"Tall? Small? Call?" Damian examined their paintbrushes for any bending. "Todd is better at flowery words than I am."

"I'll make a placeholder first," she scribbled on the page.

"What are you writing?"

"Hmm . . . a poem."

He granted her silence so she could focus while he washed their materials. She was bent over on her tiny notebook, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. But she perked up when she heard him humming softly.

'Fireflower'. Third song of the first album. She recognized Aime Trent's song instantly.

"Marinette?" Damian called out suddenly.

"Yeah?"

"About Aime Trent . . . it is confirmed that she is from Paris, correct? Do you happen to know anything about her?"

She laughed. "There's still a lot of people in Paris. I don't know all of them. I can ask Luka later, though. Or Uncle Jagged. They probably know some insider stuff."

She looked up at Damian, who settled close beside her. "Do you actually want to know who she is? I heard she's making her official debut in a few months. Why not wait until then?"

He showed hesitance before answering: "I'm only curious for myself. I want to know more about her. If I do find out, I have no plans in divulging her identity to other people."

"Why, what do you like about her songs?"

"I've mentioned it before, but her voice is divine. It's unique, and she knows how to use her range in different dynamics," Damian listed off. "In Deep Wave, she uses breathy tones in the chorus but there is also her own background vocals towards the end. In contrast, she uses more powerful belts in Mythical City."

"I didn't know you knew so much about that." Marinette ducked her head, hiding her blush.

"I tend to research deeply about my interests. Get into the 'rabbit hole' as Drake called it," Damian said. "The instrumentations she uses in her songs are intriguing as well. According to one analysis I read, she used a traditional instrument in Blind, accompanied with modern samples. It is amazing to hear the sounds come together perfectly."

Marinette bit back a smile. His rambles were cute.

He wasn't finished. "And her lyricism. She weaves her words into a story to evoke vivid emotions. I believe that she references the former Paris situations in some of her songs."

"She—she does," Marinette stammered. "That's why she has a lot of Parisian fans."

"I will definitely come to her debut concert. Even if it's the last thing I do."

Her chest warmed at the thought.

---

Damian was not having a good day.

He had accidentally fallen asleep before the ticketing release for the debut concert. All her siblings had bought their own tickets without including him (Drake had even reserved an entire row for himself and his friends). Even Jon lucked out on a good seat and proceeded to resell his ticket for a fortune to someone who wasn't him.

He had tried to look for resales, but most had already been sold (not to mention, he had gotten scammed in one of his attempts to buy a ticket). He just had to hope he could A: get a ticket for the second show or B: sneak into the venue.

He dragged his groggy self into the classroom and slouched on his seat, exhausted. Marinette bounded up to him.

"Got your ticket?" she chirped.

"No, I may have to kill someone to get one," he grumbled.

"Here." Marinette pulled out slips of paper from her pocket and placed it on his desk. He stared at it.

Two tickets to the Aime Trent concert.

He rubbed his eyes. "What . . . how? Are you not going yourself?"

"I already have my own ticket?" She smiled sheepishly. "From . . . myself?"

He shot up from his seat and wrapped her in a tight hug. "Thank you. I owe you my life."

"Why don't you look at the back of your tickets and return your favor that way?" She pointed to the tickets before scrambling away to her seat.

Damian flipped one of the tickets. At the back, there was a note: Go out with me after my concert?

A lightbulb flickered in his messy mind. 'I already have my own ticket from myself'. A sharp intake of breath graced his lips as he looked at Marinette, who was smiling shyly at him.

He tucked the tickets safely in his pocket, smiling back. He had a date to plan. 

Permanent Taglist: @tinybrie

Cross posted on AO3

[togrowoldinv]

Something in the Orange

Chris Evans x Reader

When two people from different industries come together, the media just can’t ignore it. The teasing is endearing until it isn’t.

Note: This is based on this request. I used some creative freedom with the plot, but kept the musician reader. I promise it’s got a happy ending despite being named after a song that doesn’t lol. I hope you enjoy!

Chris Evans Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You still remember that first night you met Chris. He was standing across a crowded room when he caught your eye. You had just finished a set, so naturally you had the confidence to cross the room and speak to him.

It was a soft interaction. Chris complimented you easily and you told him of your love of his work as well. You talked for hours, not even realizing you forgot to canvas the room for potential producers or record labels. You were perfectly content talking to Chris.

Two weeks later you ran into him again while at a studio in LA. Your band had been asked to do a song for a movie that Chris happened to be acting in. That’s when Chris decided it had to be fate and he asked you out to dinner that night.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to realize that there was something special between the two of you. Every conversation was meaningful, and you were falling quickly for each other. You laughed in the kitchen every morning and evening, dancing to music only the two of you could hear. An actor and a singer from two similar but very different worlds.

That’s what everyone teased you and Chris about. You were so different from each other, and in the beginning that’s something the two of you found exciting, endearing, and almost comical.

But when the media changed from teasing to critiquing, your relationship started to change. You felt a lack of support from those around you, despite you and Chris knowing you were good for each other.

Months of this critiquing of your relationship occurred. Chris was in another state filming, and you were writing an album with your band when it all came crashing down. The media had started proposing that Chris needed to find a different partner.

He called you when his publicist had showed him the news. You felt insecure, not good enough, and you started a fight. Chris didn’t argue back. He only listened to you and then booked a flight home. You said maybe you needed a break. He wanted to fix this relationship the right way.

Hours pass and Chris shows up at your door.

“Hey y/n, can I come in?” he asks, his voice is soft, attentive.

You step back and let him into your home.

“You know they’re wrong, right? The media,” Chris says. You nod. You know it, but you aren’t sure you feel it. “Baby, please I love you. I have always loved you.”

“I love you too, Chris,” you say, he releases a breath. “But it’s just different.”

Chris’ eyes reflect the sadness of his heart, and you start to tear up.

“Do you remember how we used to cuddle together? Your head between my collar and jaw and it all felt so simple? I felt so weightless. Like I could do anything as long as I had you,” Chris explains, tears of his own slide down his face.

“I felt that way too. We used to dance, and the floor creaked beneath our feet. That was the best time of my life,” you say.

“So, let’s not take a break, y/n. Let’s find our love again. We can’t let the sun set on our love, please,” Chris begs. He moves closer to you, his strong hands hovering over your cheeks. He dares to softly run his knuckles over your cheek while he kisses your forehead.

“Chris, to the world you are just a man, but to me you’re all I am. I need you to tell me you get that.”

“I do, sweetheart. I’m going to stop this media frenzy, okay? We’ll take back control of the story. Just please let’s stay together,” Chris says. “You’re all I am too, I promise.”

“Together,” you agree.

You lean forward and kiss Chris for the first time in months. It feels so right as his lips connect with yours.

And when the sun sets that night, your love doesn’t fade away with the light. The orange is a sign of hope, one that you will hold onto forever.

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The Reckoning | Tommy Shelby x Ghost!Reader

Request: no - part of @retromafia ‘s Supernatural Celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x ghost!reader

Summary: Tommy gets visited by the love of his life on multiple occasions. Each visit helps him to cope, but the last saves his life. With it, he's finally able to come to the reckoning that she's gone.

Warnings: drinking, drug use, death, suicidal ideations, angst

Word Count: 2989

A/N: this is my first attempt at a supernatural-themed fic, so I hope it’s not cringey and makes sense. Inspiration hit me while I was listening to the song titled ‘Reckoning’ by Whiskey Myers - it’s a pretty haunting song, but if you listen to it, you’ll find that I went a sort of different direction with the fic. I also used the words from a poem titled ‘Ode to the West Wind’ by Peggy Shelley. I trust that you’ll know it from somewhere else too - it seems that Tommy was into poetry long before he claimed he was haha. Anyways, I’m sorry for babbling. A BIG congrats to @retromafia for hitting this amazing milestone - I’m so honored to be able to participate in your celebration! I hope you enjoy! :)

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Tommy didn't know what to do anymore. He was lost. A shell of himself. He still couldn't wrap his brain around how suddenly everything changed. One day, his wife was smiling by his side, and the next she was...gone.

She was supposed to go see her parents. They lived back in Small Heath and she liked to travel back to be in their company often. Tommy chose not to accompany her this time. He had work he had to get done; deadlines he had to meet. If only he knew at the time that that'd be the last time that she would try to coax him out of his office.

It was raining that afternoon. Tommy had gotten a driver to take (Y/N) to her parents because he didn't want her to go alone. He thought sending her with someone would be safer. But nobody could have been prepared for what happened on her way there. Visibility was limited but the driver still continued on. Due to the fog and the rain, he had little time to react to the animal that was standing in the middle of the road. In fact, the driver couldn't even identify what type of animal it was. His reaction to the roadblock was to swerve. It wasn't known at the time that they were driving close to a steep embankment. So when the driver swerved, the car rolled over the side. He managed to pull himself out of the wreckage and go off to find someone who could get help to the scene. But when he returned to the crash, he found that (Y/N) didn't make it. She was gone...just like that.

The months after her death passed by slowly for Tommy. His family tried to get him out of the house many times, but he'd turned into a recluse. When he tried to get things done, he'd just stare at the papers. It was like nothing mattered anymore. He stayed inside the confines of his home. The place, which once held so much love and life inside of it, now felt like a tomb. It served as a cruel reminder to what happened, but it was all that was left of the two of them.

Sleeping was also hard for him. He'd taken for granted the many nights where she would try to get him to come to bed with her. Of course, he wouldn't listen, and she'd go to bed upset. But that still didn't stop her from snuggling into his embrace whenever he did retire for the night. He used to love that feeling; that feeling that he'd never be able to get to experience again. No matter how hard he tried, or how tired he was, he wasn't able to get to sleep. He couldn't lay in their bed. It wasn't the same without her by his side. He wasn't able to sleep alone.

So he took to staying up all night. Him sitting in a drink and opiate induced haze was the closest thing he got to sleeping. It helped to clear his head of his misery for a moment in time; helped him to forget the fact that his wife was gone, and that she was never coming back.

It was in those early hours of the morning, sitting in a haze, that he started to notice things. Things that weren't quite natural, or explainable. At first, he thought it was from the vices he'd been using to help him cope; thought that they were making him hallucinate, but it still continued on the (few) nights he was sober.

It started with him seeing something out of the corner of his eye. Like someone was standing just out of his line of sight. Each time he tried to look and see who it might be, to see if someone was actually there, the figure would disappear. He also thought at times that he could see someone moving, but the second he'd go to focus on it, it would be gone. He tried to connect it to something rational, but could find no explanation for it.

Then smells started appearing out of nowhere. He'd be sitting at his desk in his office, trying desperately to get work done, and the scent of (Y/N)'s perfume would waft through the air. It always seemed to come at a certain time on the nights when it happened: the time of night that she used to come in and attempt to get him to come to sleep with her. The smell made him stop. It made him glance up in hopes that he'd been stuck in a dream for the last eight months and that she was coming into his office to see him, like it was any other normal night. But she wasn't there. And much like the figures he saw out of the corner of his eye, the smell would disappear as quickly as it came on.

After that came noises. The sound of footsteps echoing down the hall, the hushed whisper of what he swore was her voice. It never had any vocal tone to it, and he could never understand what she was saying, but he swore that it was her. It had to be.

One night in particular it happened to be raining really hard. Tommy was, once again, sitting in the chair behind his desk, trying to get some work done. Trying was a bit of an exaggeration. He had just been staring at a blank piece of paper for the last forty minutes. He'd glanced up at the doorway several times, each time thinking that he saw someone there, but he'd look up to see no one.

Then he heard someone walking around downstairs. He knew it to be coming from the main entry room because footsteps on the tile always echoed up the grand staircase and down the hall his office was off of. He listened to them as they continued for an unknown amount of minutes. Whoever was making them sounded like they were walking in circles.

This is where Tommy became confused. He knew for a fact that none of his staff were downstairs. He only kept a small number of workers now, and they'd gone to bed for the night...he was sure of that. So he decided to stand from his chair, downing the rest of the whisky sitting in his glass before he exited his office.

"I came back, Tommy," he heard the sweetest voice say the second he stepped into the section of the hall that overlooked the entry below. Like before, he saw something, or someone, standing below him out of the corner of his eye. But this time, when he turned to face it straight on, the person stayed. And that person was (Y/N).

Tommy's eyes widened as he realized that his wife was standing below him. "(Y/N)..." he breathed out in confusion, blinking several times after he spoke. She was still there when he stopped.

"I came all the way back here to see you, Tommy," she told him, standing as still as ever as he slowly descended the steps.

"You...you did," he stammered out. His mind was running at a million miles a minute as he tried to make sense of what was going on in front of him. Was his wife really standing in front of him?

"You never come to see me, Tommy," was the next thing that she said. She was still standing in the same spot, the only movement she was making was her whole body turning to face him as he came down the segmented staircase.

Tommy felt a pang of guilt in his heart when he heard that. He hadn't been to her grave since the funeral. He couldn't bring himself to do it. The emotions were still too raw, and he didn't want to feel them. He, instead, stayed locked up in his home, hiding from the fact that she was gone. Hiding from the truth. "I know, love. I'm so sorry," he apologized to her as he stopped on the landing of the last set of steps. He could see her more clearly now. "You...you're hurt, (Y/N)," he breathed, now noticing the scratches and bruises that adorned her face and exposed arms.

"This is what happened to me, Tommy," she told him. "It happened so fast. It was sudden. I didn't even know..."

Tears were now welling up in his eyes as he heard what she said. He wondered why she trailed off; wondered what else she was going to tell him. His mind was too jumbled at the moment to even think of what to say next. "I miss you," was all he was able to get out.

"I know," she nodded her head ever so gently.

"But you came back. You're here now," he breathed, finally taking more steps to get closer to her. He needed to feel her in his arms again. To feel the warmth she radiated.

"I have to go, Tommy," she told him just as he stepped off the final step. He was only a few feet away from her now. He could see the peaceful expression she wore. Seeing it brought him a feeling of peace like he hadn't experienced in so long.

"No...stay," he begged her, stepping closer. Just before he could stop in front of her, she dissipated into the air. He was met with nothingness before what felt like a cold wind rushed both through and around him. It encompassed him for a moment and made him fill with a sudden feeling of sadness. He couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and he dropped down to his knees as they started to fall down his cheeks. "(Y/N)..." he breathed through his sobs. She was just here a moment ago. Standing right in front of him. Seeing her made him feel peace. Now she was gone again. He was alone once more. As the feeling of cold dissipated much like the presence of her did, Tommy pulled himself back up off the ground. He then moved to the front room and got himself a drink before sitting on the couch. He fell deeper into his nightly haze and hoped that she'd visit him again...but she didn't.

It was hard to believe that an entire year had passed. That he'd lived an entire year without her. He'd seen (Y/N) several more times after that night. Each was much like the first. He'd approach her only to have her disappear the second he was in front of her. But it helped him to cope with his feelings. It helped him to hide from the fact that she was gone. Seeing her made him feel normal again; made him feel at peace. Now, he wanted to feel at peace for good.

He finally traveled to the place where her body had been laid to rest. It was a foggy day, and it couldn't have been more fitting. He was struck with sadness when he first approached her grave. This was the exact reason why he chose not to come here. It made it all too real for him. But then he remembered what he would do; that soon he would be with her. That gave him the ability to carry on. He came to a stop in front of her headstone, squinting slightly to read the inscription that was etched into the stone: (Y/N) Shelby, 1894-1924. "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" The quote was from one of her favorite poems: 'Ode to the West Wind' by Percy Shelley. It was a rather bleak one, but she chose to focus on its last stanza, which is where this line comes from. He remembered when she first told him about it. She said that that line shows that even in the middle of the darkness of winter, you can hold onto the hope that spring would come soon. That even in the darkness that is death, you can also celebrate life.

Tommy stared at the stone for a few more minutes before he fell down beside it. On either side of his legs, he set down the two things he'd been holding. On his left sat a half-finished bottle of whisky, one of the things that helped him muster up the ability to visit her grave. On his right, a revolver. The very thing that would allow him to see her again...for good. He brought the bottle to his lips and took a drink, trying to wash away the tears with the amber liquid. It was no use. They still rolled down his cheeks when he sat the bottle back on the ground.

"I'll be with you soon, my love," he said then, speaking to the empty air around him in hopes that she was listening. He rested back against her headstone and looked up at the cloudy sky. He hated that this was the closest he was able to get to her.

He then smelt her perfume on the wind as it blew by him and it made him wonder if he was just hallucinating. If it was his mind making him think that she was there. But then he heard her voice: "you came, Tommy."

He looked straight ahead of him again, seeing a figure out of the corner of his eye. Slowly, he turned his head in hopes that it wouldn't disappear. She didn't. Several feet away to the left of him, (Y/N) was sitting on the stone bench. She was covered in the same cuts and bruises that he saw the first time she'd come to him, but she also had a peaceful expression on her face. "I came," he breathed, feeling at peace as he saw her again. The tears stopped falling as he stared at her, unable to look away, as if he was in some type of trance.

"Don't be scared," she told him then. Her sweet voice was like music to his ears. It further spurred him down the path of doing what he ultimately came here to do.

"I'm not," he shook his head, "I'm not scared. I'm just all alone," he told her, his voice shaky.

"You're not alone, Tommy. I am with you."

Hearing her say this made his heart drop. Because it wasn't true. She wasn't with him. Sure, he could feel her at times, but those moments weren't enough. He needed to be with her for good. For eternity. "I will be lying next to you soon," he told her, his right hand going to grip the handle of the revolver laying at his side.

Then he watched the look of peace leave her face. It took his feeling along with it and replaced it with sadness and a bit of fear. "You won't be. Not like that. You'll be stuck. They won't let you pass," she warned him, as if she knew what he was contemplating. "Go on, Tommy. You're not done yet. My work was finished, but you have much more to do. I'll be waiting for you when it's time but now you have to go on without me."

"What if I don't want to?" he dared to ask, his stubbornness shining through, "I can't go on without you. I can't come to terms with the truth."

"I will be with you, Tommy. I am with you. Always." The feeling of peace returned with her words. "I love you." With that, her figure disappeared, leaving Tommy alone again.

"No..." he breathed out, blinking a few times in hopes that she'd reappear. But she didn't. She was gone. "No, my love, no," he stammered out, his head dropping down. His eyes fell onto the revolver. He knew what he had to do. But he couldn't bring his hand to raise it any higher. Like it was too heavy to hold. "Please," he begged, several sobs falling from his lips then. "Please, let me."

All of a sudden, he left like was being embraced. Like two warm arms had wrapped around his body and brought him into shelter from the storm. And the feeling of peace returned. The words (Y/N) had just said echoed through his mind: "I will be with you...I am with you...always." The phrases kept repeating through his head, becoming a sort of a mantra to him. His grip on the revolver eased up. He let it fall from his hand so that he could bring both of them up to cover his face. To cover his sobs. "I will be with you...I am with you...always. Go on without me."

He came to a reckoning at that moment. The truth that he'd spent an entire year pushing away and trying to hide from was now evident. (Y/N) was gone. She wasn't coming back. But her spirit would still be with him, and he could still talk to her when he needed her comfort. He couldn't give up. Giving up would let her memory disappear, and that was the last thing he wanted. He would be her spring; would spend the rest of his life celebrating and honoring hers. So he had to continue. He had to continue for her. Until he could finally be put to rest and be beside her once more, he would go on as her memory's vessel. All of the work he would carry out would be for her. Because, in that embrace he’d just felt, she had given him the will to live.

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MASTERLIST

Read the poem, ‘Ode to the West Wind’ here

Listen to the song here:

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Hi again! Sorry for all the asks (I just really like your writing! And also, if you have way too much on your plate pls don't feel pressured to get to mine since you already blessed me with so much ❤️ ) So anyway... I was listening to the musical Heathers and the song "Dead Girl Walking" just gives me total Crosshair vibes. Like imperial!Crosshair x reader where they used to be in some sort of relationship/hookups/whatever before but then somehow the reader is now an imperial prisoner and is sentenced to be executed soon and maybe Crosshair has feelings of regret (or maybe he doesn't). Maybe he just really wants to fuck her again before she dies (or the other way around). I just want some rough imperial!Crosshair x reader smut (maybe with a little fluff...idk). I dunno what you can do with all this but feel free to play around with it however you want 😊😎

Oh dear, kriffin maker... Why are you doing this to me? You know I have a thing for angst and hurt and drama, but it still hurts writing it ^^'' Yeah well, as if I could resist this idea, excuse me while I prepare to ripp out hearts. Lol my eyes are already watering before writing, never a good sign >.<

Thanks for this amazing yet devastating inspiration!

Oh dear.... I had my own writing soundtrack on repeat though...

This probably took a really dark turn. It's not really about the smut. Angst and Hurt lovers should feel at home reading this.

This was by far the most difficult thing to write for me... so far. please excuse me, I need to sit in a corner and cry.

Imperial!Crosshair x fem!reader Hurt/Smut Oneshot – One Last Time

WARNINGS!!!: Smut/ 18+/ Dub-Con/ Pain And Pleasure/ PiV Sex /HURT/ANGST/ Serious Heartache

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Crosshair and you had a very lively, physical, but also affectionate relationship. Until you were separated by the fall of the Republic. When you meet again, the feelings are still there, but the world you live in is completely different.

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One Last Time....

Imperial!Crosshair x fem!reader Hurt/Smut Oneshot – One Last Time

You breathe calmly. There is no point in getting upset or panicking. The cell on the destroyer you are stuck in is gray, drab, sterile. The light is on day and night, but you can't sleep anyway. You hear the door to your cell open. Slowly you lift your eyes, you are in no hurry. You know that someone will be sent to interrogate you.

But when you look up, you hold your breath. The man who has just entered your cell stops and stares at you. Only a few breaths pass, but each one feels like an hour has passed.

"Crosshair?"

The tall, lean man in Imperial uniform in front of you sighs heavily.

"How did you end up here?" he asks quietly.

You shrug your shoulders. Your heart is beating up to your throat but you don't let it show.

"I could ask you the same thing."

In the days before Order 66, you had a wild relationship, very physical, very intense, and yet it went deeper than you expected. Until Order 66 suddenly tore everything apart. You didn't even know Crosshair was alive.

"It's good to see you alive," he says softly.

"Likewise."

The fact that you are on opposite sides of this war hovers in the room above your heads, like a sword of Damocles. The roles you are assigned actually make you enemies. You can see Crosshair's chest rising and falling heavily, though you're not sure what's going on inside him. You wonder if he feels as desperate as you do.

You see him tapping away at the console behind him.

"Now no one can hear or see us," he says and takes a deep breath, it seems as if a weight is falling from him, a veil is being lifted.

You look at him in surprise as he walks purposefully toward you, pulling you to your feet from the bunk you're sitting on, his lips crashing onto yours. His kiss is intense, relieved and desperate. You feel it tingle under your skin. Automatically, your hands move to his neck.

As your lips part, he leans his forehead against yours. You both breathe heavily. Whatever was between you then was intense, and you still feel it now, as if you've never been apart.

You ask softly, "What's happening to me now?"

You feel his muscles stiffen under your hands, under the fabric of his uniform.

"I'm supposed to interrogate you," he answers quietly, his voice sounding strangely rough and hoarse, "As soon as I have all the information you have, an execution is to take place."

Your heart sinks to your knees. You expel a shaky breath.

"I understand."

His hands move to your hips. You feel as if you can sense both his desire and his pain. Even with everything against it, he wants you here and now. You can't exactly say you're averse. Why not? If everything is to be over soon, this would be a pleasant ending.

Crosshair's hands tremble as he undresses you. You help him. Again and again your lips find each other for another longing kiss. There is desire, pain and regret in every touch, but also something deeper. Maybe it's bold to call it love, but that's what it feels like. At least for the moment.

Something happens to him. His movements become rougher, more determined, he pushes you against the wall, pushing you up against it with a growl. The pants of his uniform are already open, his hard manhood pressing on your naked pubic as he pushes himself between your thighs, pressing you against the wall.

"Crosshair..." his name leaves your mouth like a sad yet yearning whisper.

You know this, won't be loving. It will be rough, hurried, longing and desperate. You don't expect restraint. Crosshair rubs against you greedily, his cock dragging across your damp folds. When he enters you quite abruptly, you let out a cry and, clinging to him, bite into his shoulder. It hurts at first, you are not prepared, you have no aids and no time. What he is doing here could cost him his head too if someone should come in.

Your eyes get wet. Tears roll down your face, which you bury against his shoulder while he takes you, gasping and moaning. It almost feels like he's shoving a knife between your legs at first.

It takes a little while for the friction between your two bodies to turn into pleasure for you as well. With your arms and legs clinging to him, you greedily let him thrust into you, your pussy splitting on his thick cock. Your arousal drips onto the floor and his shoes. Your muscles tremble, your whole body is tense.

You don't want it to stop, you know when you're done he'll leave this room and you'll probably never see him again. Your thoughts make your throat dry and your eyes wet again. Your arousal ebbs, but you still cling to him, letting him continue.

It doesn't matter if the sex is good. You just want to feel him. One last time. You think about how wild and lively you were just before Order 66. How intense and wonderful it seemed to you. But this, this is the last time.

His thrusts become irregular, his thighs begin to tremble. You know it's almost time. Even though you're not really aroused and no where near an orgasm. It's a joyful feeling as he comes inside you. The moan, the gasp as he presses himself against you.

He pulls his cock out of your pussy, slowly easing you back to your feet. You feel his seed trickle down your thighs. He reaches into his pocket, gives you a tissue, closes his pants and waits for you to clean up. He doesn't turn around, but doesn't look at you either.

When you get dressed. He is still standing there, his fists are clenched, so tight that his knuckles turn white. He lifts his gaze and you look at each other. Even though a stranger wouldn't have seen much more than stoic indifference in his face, you see the pain in his eyes. It hurts, but you smile at him.

"It was good to see you again," you say softly.

Crosshair opens his mouth, he wants to say something, but his voice gets stuck in his throat. All that passes his lips is a small, hoarse sound. He clears his throat, takes a deep breath.

Finally, he says bitterly, "I'm sorry."

You nod.

"I know. It's okay."

A tremor goes through his body. Suddenly he turns on his heel and storms out of your cell. You know he doesn't want you to see his pain.

You can hear the heavy footsteps before your cell door opens. Three men enter, three troopers, behind them you are surprised to see Crosshair. The troopers place a plastic body bag in the room. You feel your heart beating all the way to your throat. So this is how simple and undignified it would be.

The troopers step aside, Crosshair steps forward. Probably no one but you recognizes the naked desperation in his eyes. You slowly get up from your bunk. You don't want to die sitting or kneeling. At least a modicum of dignity, you wanted to have at the literal end.

Crosshair draws a blaster. He hesitates. The muzzle is pointed at the ground for a long moment. The troopers look at each other, but no one says a word.

You can hear that his voice is brittle as he says, "I insisted on doing it."

You swallow and nod, grateful yet also distraught.

"I never want to forget your face," Crosshair says, raising the blaster, aiming the barrel at your forehead.

You peripherally notice the troopers looking at each other again, and one of them shrugging his shoulders. But your eyes fix on Crosshair's face again. It is stony. But there is so much deep pain in those eyes that you feel it yourself, physically. It tears you apart.

Your eyes burn. You don't want to cry, but you are afraid, overwhelmed with sadness. Tears stream down your face. You have to bite your lower lip to suppress a sob, you don't want to make it harder for him.

You take one last shuddering breath and close your eyes.

As your body falls and hits the ground, the sound is like a thunderclap driving through his body. Crosshair flinches, but controls himself as best he can. He watches as the troopers grab your lifeless body into the body bag and carry it away. His heart beats hard and heavy in his chest as he retreats to his quarters.

The door behind him closes and his helper droid hovers over, he looks so much like AZI and somehow that pains him even more.

"Can I be of service?" the droid asks.

Crosshair asks, "Is this room soundproof when it's closed?"

"Yes, indeed"

Crosshair falls to his knees, he begins to scream at the top of his lungs. His hands are clenched into fists, his fingernails dig into his palms, leaving bloody indentations.

"Master! Are you in pain? Should I get help?!"

Crosshair lunges and rams the droid into the wall. Sparks fly and the droid clatters to the floor. Crosshair breathes heavily. He looks at the damage he has done. He thinks of how you always felt sorry for everything and everyone, even those stupid droids.

He grabs the parts, pulls them towards him and begins to repair the droid. The first tears fall.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers over and over as he puts his droid back together.

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