#and while this one seems to be a lot closer

[yougavememyopia]

Part 1. I changed the header cause I used too many of the "anime boy gif" for crybaby, so that's just his thing now. Honestly, idk if you guys like slow paced better but here it is. Tags: Swearing. The L word. NSFW in the end, dry humping. The usual.

Popular yandere, who was politely sat with a cheerful smile. Eyes looking at your figure frantically picking up the trash and the clothes scattered around. He offered to help you a few times and insisted he was an excellent cleaner and would be of great help to you. But you turned him down—knowing you had plenty of dirty articles of clothing that were not the most appropriate to see.

You told him to wait outside. To save you the crippling embarrassment that might haunt you for years to come. It just never crossed your mind that a living, breathing human being would willingly want to be in a romantic relationship with you. If you went back in time to tell yourself someone super popular, so unbelievably hot, was head over heels for you—well, you'd probably tell yourself to fuck off. 

Nevertheless, you had no idea your procrastination would come back to bite you. This dude literally went on his knees and bawled his eyes out for you… YOU. The invisible outcast who had terrible social skills. Now he was sitting on your bed quietly, watching your every move with half-lidded eyes and a dreamy smile, hoping one of those dirty underwear would accidentally fall on his face.

You continued running around, shoving filthy things into random drawers to get the work done quicker. Yet it seemed like the work would never stop. Your desk filled with empty cans and mysterious stains. “Ohh, why is it so messy here?!” 

“I can wait.” He replied quickly. “I will wait as long as it takes, darling. I really do not mind.” 

You paused. A weird feeling in your chest when he called you that nickname. Did he really become your boyfriend just like that? It was going to take a while for you to get adjusted to his presence, let alone his nicknames. He really existed in the same room as you at the same time willingly. Wow.

“Uhhh, yeah. I'm, um, sorry you had to see that, I guess. I don't usually have guests.”

He smiled a bit too widely at that. Almost as if he was very pleased to hear that. Already possessive of you when you only started dating a few hours ago. 

Taking a seat beside him, you awkwardly shifted on your familiar mattress and leaned back to the headboard of your bed. Failing to make any kind of eye contact. His gaze was so intense—it made you feel all tingly and confused. You started feeling conscious of yourself, wondering where to put your hands and if you should cross your legs or put them on your head. He was so flawless and proper, it made you a lot nervous.

“I wanted to thank you.” He spoke carefully. “I know you have trust issues, but I promise that I will NEVER be untrue.” You gulped involuntarily when he scooted closer; his aromatic smell wafted in the air. His pinkie entangled with yours, a childish gesture of commitment. His eyes widened slightly, and a glint of madness sparked in his eyes. “This feels right. As if it was meant to happen. I have never felt anything like this before. I want to do anything you ask. Whatever it takes to make sure you stay with me forever… Which should not be hard to do since no one else cares about you.”

“Should I be offended or question why that kinda turns me on?” Your brows furrowed at the last hushed part. You thought those condescending words were a bit out of character for him. But what do you know? The mask he kept around others was not there in your presence. 

It really didn't matter that he was a controlling, unstable maniac. It was hot actually. The way he threatened you with his love, the turmoil, his clinginess. He was like your own personal 'build a crazy boyfriend'.

His fingers intertwined with yours while he scooted closer to hover over your lap. Hands holding yours down, breath hitting your ear, lips parted to speak in a low, threatening tone. Heat going straight to your core. “You are never leaving me. I will make sure of it. We are made for each other. It was fate! You cannot go against fate, right?

His voice sent a tingle through your body. A mix of chilling fear and, unsurprisingly, arousal from the warning. You'd always fantasized about things like this. A guy straddling your lap. On your bed. Moaning noisily as he made out with you, tugging at the hair behind your neck while he tried to suck the air out of your lungs. You felt wetness down there, like you creamed your pants or maybe it was merely the sticky sweat or rather both.

He was more obsessed and unhinged than any normal person you'd seen on the television— your relationship strange. But beggars couldn't be choosers, could they? Your perverted dreams were finally being fulfilled. Images of him dressed in lewd cute outfits, calling you various nicknames with his angelic voice, and begging for mercy when you stick a vibrator in his— Maybe you spent too much time in incognito. Yeah, definitely.

“Not to complain, or whatever. But isn't this moving a bit too fast? Shouldn't we, I don't know, slow down? And I can... go to the bathroom for a while.” You needed a chance to breathe, to scream into your hands and take a very, very long shower with how much you were sweating.

He pulled away to scowl. You never considered you'd get to see so many expressions in the span of your first day of dating. It almost made you proud. “TOO FAST?!?”

You swallowed, feeling like a spouse that forgot the other's birthday. He was acting as if you had said something outrageous. “Uhh… it's literally been a few hours. Plus, I need to check on my roblox games. Login streaks are the only achievement you need, am I right? Haha...” You awkwardly laughed while his expression remained unwavering. "Just kidding... I'm actually not that good but now I'm addicted, so..."

He opened his mouth but quickly closed it. What a tragic loser. (He can fix you. He will eventually!) He was always such a patient person—that was what the others told him. He was a good listener. A good comforter. Able to keep his mask of empathy and smiles. But with you… He felt selfish. Not really interested in what you wanted or if you felt overwhelmed. It was wrong of him; he understood that, yet at the same time, he couldn't bother to keep up his act. 

You went rambling on about your games. The daily logins, the online friends you had, the events... He bit his lip, holding back from screaming how many long, torturous months he stalked you, the illegal things he did in your name to fill the dark hole in his heart, and how exhausted he felt even after you believed him. You took your phone out of your pocket, his eyes sending jealous daggers to the device. Seriously? His competition was a machine?

"I'm not, like, gonna take long. I just... need to play for five minutes. If you don't mind..."

Of course he minded. What about his kisses? Your attention?!? He had a habit of not speaking his mind, and it would take practice to break the reinforced manner. Since you liked playing so much, he settled for a mind game. Something he quite liked doing to others when he felt bored. Something he had gotten really good at over the years. This time he'd take his performance up a notch. 

Tears welled up in his eyes, his hands leaving yours cold as he sat to the side. He could see the disappointment in your body language, your fingertips tightening their grip on the phone. He was quite good at picking up things like that. In a slumped position, he tilted his head down, blinking owlishly. Pitiful droplets running down his cheeks. He sniffled, “I humiliated myself. In front of everyone I knew. Are you saying it was not enough? That I am not enough?”

Your heart dropped when you saw him cry because of you. He looked beautiful doing anything. The mascara running down his perfect skin, how he chewed on his rosey lips and fidgeted with his long, flexible fingers—you almost forgot to respond. “Uh, what? No. No, I wasn't suggesting… What? I... Shit, my death count...”

His horrible desperation didn't take long to come out. Arms grabbing your shoulders, shoving you down, turning off the phone and throwing it across the room. "Hey! What the fuck? My precious phone..."

The longer he waited, the more impatient he got. He laid down beside you, burning his eyes into your avoidant one. You made him feel unlike his usual self; he didn't like it. Having to beg and cry for a simple touch was new. You had some nerve, playing hard to get when you were… YOU.

“Why do you treat the only guy who will ever love you this way? Why can't you play with me instead, darling...? I can be far more entertaining for you. I'm yours too.” He whispered while tugging on your collar, getting frustrated by how you kept looking away. “Please… Please look at me… Please just f-fucking look at me already!”

Finally, you made eye contact, his high-pitched tone grabbing your attention. He was crying again—genuinely this time. Not like you could tell the difference. “You swear now? I like it.” You joked, face flushed. He buried his face in your chest, pressing his body against yours and sobbing pathetically. 

You exhaled, hearing the echoing drumbeat of your heart. Your breath shaky when you felt just how soft his hair was. Running your fingers through his feathery hair, never much of a comforter. You were starting to learn from this recurrent event. “Shit. It's okay… We can go back to, um, what we were doing, y-yeah? Cause we're actually dating, heh. Dating. Funny word.” 

Shivers violently penetrated your body when his lips crashed into yours in a heated kiss. What was this guy's problem? One moment he acted like that perfect gentleman, and the next like some sort of needy dog. His lips moved desperately with yours; his tongue plunging in your mouth to lick and taste everywhere. His hand around your wrist, assisting you to stroke his hot, toned body under his clothes. Whining, “Yeah, yeah, don't stop, please… It feels sososo good. Please. I need more, more, more, more… I love this. I love you!” 

“Huh? S-sorry? What did you…” The room was spinning, your words slurring as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Clumsily and hurried. His skin feverish to touch, rubbing and pushing his lower half against yours absentmindedly. Your attention was drawn downwards, distracted, struggling to think about the words he whimpered before. "I'm literally gonna pass out. After all the late nights watching hentai, I get to see a real-"

He cut you off with a needy kiss, not happy with how you liked a lot of fictional characters. If it couldn't be helped, he merely had to distract you—puting your hand on his nicely-shaped ass and hope you get the gist and squeeze. Noisy groans and moans filling the small room while he shared his spit with yours. He knew you read smut from your phone activity, and he wanted to play the part for you. Make you feel so unbelievably good, you'd get addicted just like he was. That way you'd never go back to your stupid intelligent box.

"Can I continue rubbing my c-cock against you...? Pretty please? It throbs and aches for you. See this power over me, darling...? It's all for you. I need you. I have never felt so ha... hard. Nngh! Please, let me..."

He placed your leg over his hip to find a better, satisfying angle. Moving faster and faster when you nodded. Repeatedly saying your name like a prayer, whispering how close he was, climaxing right after you. The wet part of your fronts still rubbing against eachother after coming. Panting against your lips, he licked up the drool at the corner of your mouth. The heat was too much. The pleasure was too much.

His face buried back in your neck, holding you tightly, content and pleased. He would've loved to do more, perhaps undress you, feel your unclothed chest against his, see what you hide underneath your baggy dark clothes. The thought of it already exciting him. But when he looked back up, you were unconscious.

[softsunnyy]

5 moments

5 moments with your bf Lando or... 5 moments where he couldn't keep his hands off you.

🚨 smut, fluff, poor humor, Lando being obsessed with you, probably cringe, lots of kissing, the second scenario is a spoiler for another thing i'm working on rn!! 🚨

my man won!! i'm still crying about it

3,9k words.

sleepy hands 

Lando has always been affectionate with you. Even when you were just friends, he always hugged you, holding you close, with a hand on your shoulder or waist as if he belonged there. So, when you started dating, this wasn't strange anymore; it just became more... intimate. And that's how, in everyday situations, Lando was stuck to you like gum, with his hands on different parts of your body, transmitting his warmth to you.

still, this was still something relatively private for you, at least the most intimate moments. So, it was a surprise when Max walked into your room, since he expected to find you sleeping peacefully. In fact, he was recording with his phone in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, ready to disturb you two and start the day. But the scream he let out showed his obvious fear when he thought he was interrupting something.

and you two weren't naked, not exactly. Your boyfriend wasn't wearing a shirt, but that's not particularly unusual. What is unusual for Max is the way his friend's hand is inside your shirt, confidently and comfortably grabbing your tit, while his face is hidden in your neck at the same moment that you let out a contented sigh. And of course, from the outside, that seemed surprising at first glance, but it was actually Max himself who woke you up, and you slowly opened your eyes, quite confused and sleepy, feeling Lando gently squeeze your tit with his hand before gently sliding it down.

Lando looked at Max, annoyed for his interrupted sleep, not understanding the commotion. "the hell are you doing here?" he asked in his hoarse, raspy voice, with his hand drawing small, invisible shapes on your skin, making you stop being tense.

"Max, it's too early. What are you doing?" you mumbled, tired, trying to go back to sleep

“well, i thought you were having sex, but…” Max began his explanation, which made your eyes widen and Lando almost choke.

“what?” your boyfriend asked, not letting his friend finish, “and you decided to come in here to spy on us?”

“no, mate!” Max complained, putting his phone away and leaving the water bottle on your nightstand. “I wanted to bother you, and when i came in, i thought you were having sex or something,” he mumbled this time, visibly embarrassed.

“why?” you asked, confused, lazily rubbing your eyes and bringing your body closer to your boyfriend's warmth.

“his hand was on your tit, he's shirtless…” he began to list in response.

“i was comfortable. Have you never touched a tit in your life?” Lando answered grumpily.

“well yeah, but not while sleeping, mate.”

Lando mumbled something about not having fun, but the tension had already eased, and it didn't take long for Max to leave the room, leaving the two lovers back in their bubble.

now you'd turned around, facing your boyfriend, and moving a hand to his hair, lazily playing with his curls. You watched as he closed his eyes and sighed contentedly, enjoying your attention as he moved his hands to your back, leaving gentle caresses and holding you as close as possible.

you were both considering going back to sleep, but Max's knocking on the door woke you up again, eliciting a groan from Lando, who said something about committing a crime against his friend.

his hand, unconsciously and slowly, had crept back up your side, reaching just below your tit, which he touched again, gently squeezing, pushing up your shirt and making your skin prickle, causing you to let out a small moan.

even so, with the cold and all, you didn't want to push him away, because this was just part of everyday life. You always wake up with his hands all over you, and you wouldn't want it any other way, even if it means you'll look like a hormonal couple fucking in front of their friends.

Max will get over it, you thought.

of course... not without first telling it on stream, taking the opportunity to annoy his friend, and providing quality content to their fans, who didn't hesitate to spread this across social media, feeding off ideas and theories about what your relationship is like off-camera.

[...]

i ate and trained like lando norris for 24 hours ft. you

“I don’t think this is really fair, to be honest,” Ginge said, looking pained, and Ethan whimpered beside him. Both of them watched as you cheated, getting help from Lando to get the ideal position for the plank.

Not that you really needed it, but it was an excuse for him to get his hands on you like he loves to do.

“oh, shut up,” you laughed, seeing that there were still a couple of seconds left until the task was over, and feeling your boyfriend’s hands holding you firmly.

“he’s not wrong, tho,” Ethan groaned this time, and you could hear Lando chuckling softly.

“a little higher you two, you're falling,” you heard him say mockingly, and you saw how they both quickly tried to improve their position, though their arms were a little shaky and their faces were red and sweaty.

“all this because you're a dirty bastard,” you heard Ginge say as the seconds continued to tick by.

“come on, just 10 more seconds!” Lando tried to encourage them. “It's a nice warm-up… oh, don't go down, up, up,” he instructed, one of his hands remaining firmly on your abdomen, keeping you elevated.

“5, 4, 3, 2… 1,” Lando counted down until he finally helped you stand up, watching as both of his friends remained on the floor, moving a little more slowly. “you okay, mate?” he mocked Ginge, to which he glared at him, slowly sitting up.

“you can fuck off,” he replied, making him laugh again.

and the following exercises were similar, with your boyfriend always paying attention to your posture, your movements, and helping you warm up as safely and efficiently as possible while his friends struggled alongside you, trying to complete the exercises while mocking you both.

and Lando’s hands stayed glued to your body the entire time, so much so that even people who watched the video once it was posted took the time to talk about it in the comments.

still, their favorite moment was when it came the neck training, because Ginge and Ethan didn't miss the opportunity to crack jokes, mostly intended to make Lando giggle and make you blush. Two fairly simple things for them.

“oh, i have to get the things in my room, give me a second,” your boyfriend said for the second time, quickly walking to your room.

“why do you have all that stuff in your room?” Ethan asked in a suspicious tone, looking at you as if you could give him a precise explanation.

“well…”

“what kind of freaky stuff do you two do in your free time?” Ginge asked this time, making you laugh.

“you’re such a creep,” you said, still laughing, as you heard Lando’s footsteps returning to where you all were.

and while you were trying to do the exercise, Lando showed how incredibly protective and sweet he can be with you, forbidding his friends from touching the rope while you were sitting there, as he was the only one allowed to touch it. A completely different case from when they wanted to try it out together, since they were allowed to do it then.

and people had the chance to see everything from the lightest touches to the most notorious, ranging from a funny video to also a glimpse of what your relationship is like outside the world of glamour and Formula 1.

they had the opportunity to see Lando seek your attention, standing next to you whenever he could, as close as possible, until your arms and shoulders touched, or even wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close even when he was giving instructions.

they even saw moments like at lunch, when you were going to sit at the table with everyone else and your boyfriend pulled out your chair for you, leaving it almost right next to his, which didn't even earn any mockery from the other two boys, thanks to this being so typical between you that people who know you usually don't even react anymore.

they also had the opportunity to see the dynamic between you and Ginge and Ethan, who, despite the jokes, never tried to push any lines, showing respect for you and even whispering to each other (forgetting the microphones) about how lonely it can get watching your routine.

the entire video was filled with romance and humor, as well as gentleness, deep gazes filled with love and appreciation, as well as light, protective, and reassuring touches. So it wasn't surprising when it started trending a few days later, with people talking about you so much that even Max took the opportunity to poke fun at you on a stream, taking advantage of the fact that he was with Lando, who just smiled and tried to avoid the topic and the jokes.

unintentionally, you had made a video that revealed a more intimate side of your relationship, showing how much you need each other and how incredibly in love is Lando.

[...]

Max's stream

Max and you were just talking at this point in the stream, now much more exhausted and reading the chat comments to find more topics to talk about. It was at that moment that he read one of the questions and turned to look at you with a smile, already knowing the possible answer.

“when are you and Lando going to get a dog?” he read aloud, hearing you whine next to him, wincing.

“right now i think never,” you pouted slightly. “I think i'll just have to be happy stealing Leo from Alex's arms.”

Max laughed, glancing at the chat for a moment before looking at you again. “But is it because of Lando? he doesn't want to?”

“yeah, well, actually, we both have to travel a lot, and Lando says he wants to be a good dad, not one who stresses his son with so many planes and people while his attention is elsewhere,” you explained, now a little more seriously so your words are not misinterpreted.

“but you have more time now, don’t you?” he asked genuinely, to which you nodded, doubtful.

“yes, but realistically, i still wouldn't have enough time, and i want our future baby to have all the love and attention possible, not just when their parents have time,” you sighed.

now, during this entire exchange, neither of you heard Lando's footsteps entering the house, so you had no idea he was listening, leaning against the door frame, away from the camera. So when you sighed, he approached, hugging you from behind, causing you to jump in your seat and Max to start insulting him.

“for gods sake mate,” he complained, hearing Lando let out a small laugh as he hid his face in your neck, only letting you see the mess in his curls.

“hi, baby,” you murmured, placing a kiss on his head as you heard him sigh, happy and much more relaxed having you around.

“we summoned the devil,” Max told the chat, which had already gone crazy at the man’s appearance.

he then realized that some people were pointing at his friend for how attached he is to your body, comparing it to the video that had recently been released. “People are discovering a new side of you.”

“uh?” he hummed, not moving a bit.

“since the video came out, people are finally starting to understand the torture i have to watch so often,” Max began to explain, clearly joking as he looked at you, and you just smiled, blushing a little. “He doesn’t even move away from her a couple of inches when she’s here. They’re so cute i wanna throw up my lunch every time i’m near them.”

and some of it was true, and the people present on the stream noticed it more than ever. And although they don't know if it was because Lando was out of the house all day, or because he wanted to annoy Max, no one can deny the way his hands were always on you, whether on your waist, your shoulders, your hair, even when the attention wasn't on you. It was as if he needed to have you as close as possible, almost anxiously, only calming down and relaxing his shoulders when your skin touched his.

of course, this isn't something that bothers anyone, and they understood that when the next day they woke up filled with edits, both from the recent stream and the video... and some old streams that people watched again to see if Lando had always been this clingy to you.

the answer is yes, by the way.

[...]

fancy dinner

going out to dinner with Lando isn't something you're unfamiliar with, as he'll always be happy to take you on dates, to reserve places for the two of you, even if it's not the most elegant place, although in this case it is, but with good reason.

celebrating another year together is something to be remembered, to be mentioned, and to be celebrated in the best way possible, so of course he was going to take you to that restaurant you like; the one where the waiters are nice, the music is relaxing, the decor gives you calm, and despite the elegance, it doesn't make you feel like you have to put on a facade and behave outside your comfort zone. 

also, occasions like this make it easy to dress differently, a little far from fresh, from comfortable; wearing a beautiful dress, accentuating your body, which isn't always to your liking, but which now makes you feel confident, beautiful, and very special.

and Lando always reacts positively too. Gosh, you even have to stop him from canceling dinner just to stay and admire how you look.

so it's all worth it when dinner is filled with laughter; with small, loving smiles and a sparkle in your eyes that's completely undeniable.

and you're not loud, there aren't any extremely loud giggles, or small punches on his arm when Lando tells a dirty joke. No. It's as if everything flows delicately; as if you're suddenly in a bubble of elegance, of tranquility, of domesticity. And it doesn't surprise you, because after years by his side, you know he's versatile, that he's not always the playful boy, chased by overwhelming and beautiful chaos, but sometimes there's this version, one who reserves more for you, where he gives you his full attention, and looks at you as if you were his greatest gift in life, with words full of sweetness, of a loving tone, and undeniable affection.

[...]

still, there's one thing you know you can't demand from your boyfriend... and that's that he control himself at all times. It's a difficult task, because you know he can't take his hands off you, and that when his attention starts to shift, his eyes will travel down your body, and then part of that playful Lando will inevitably return. That's why you're not surprised after when his hand is on your thigh, first resting there, giving small caresses with his thumb, but then moving up and down, sliding, squeezing your skin, and enjoying the way your breathing hitches, the way you look at him with your eyes wider, your cheeks flushed, and placing your hand on top of his.

and it's Lando, you know his routine, you know his patterns, so you just wait for it. First it's the hand on your thigh, then a kiss on your shoulder; his smile growing bigger; then the kiss on your hand, on your wrist... and then clingy Lando returns, in front of everyone, not caring who sees, just enjoying knowing that you're there celebrating your relationship, knowing that you're his, that you chose him, and that he can take the liberty of touching you like that, something no one else ever can, because he's not about to let you go easily.

and the people there who notice just smile, because they already know you, they've already seen this happen, and each time it happens only reaffirms the love they see between the two of you, completely undeniable. Because even though Lando doing this makes you nervous, you never stop him; you just smile, feeling a warmth in your chest, and feeling like the luckiest person on the planet.

[...]

British Grand Prix

watching Lando win the Grand Prix at his home race brought tears to your eyes as you hugged your friends; hearing Max's euphoric words in your ear, and vibrating with the atmosphere that was set up to celebrate him. Your boyfriend. The one whose voice cracks while talking on the radio, and who gets out of that car with a smile from ear to ear, receiving hugs and congratulations from his team.

and nothing can take the warmth out of your chest as you smile, celebrate, and see him on the podium, receiving the award he'd fought so hard to win.

it's a completely different feeling, far from any other race. Far from Miami, Monaco, Australia. The joy you feel now is so big that you can't help but jump into his arms as soon as you're near him, listening to his laughter, full of joy, pride and relief, while his hands caress your back and he buries his face in your neck, leaving small kisses there.

you don't even care about his wet hair, his clothes still sticky from everything. You can't tear yourself away from him, like a constant euphoria that has you moving all over the place, much more hyperactive than ever before.

and he notices it. Of course he notices. He's never seen you like this before, which makes his smile even bigger. However, it's not enough. He needs to celebrate alone with you, have a moment just for him, away from the cameras, the crowds, and the celebrations.

Lando needed a few minutes alone with his girl, so he was going to get it.

that's why he took advantage of the first moment you could leave, using the excuse to change clothes, get ready, and rest a little before going to dinner together. And you didn't know it, no, you were just taking off your clothes at that moment when suddenly you felt his arms on your waist, while he pressed his chest against your back.

in the mirror, you can see he's smiling, shirtless, and looking closely at your body from top to bottom, as if the real prize lay behind your bra, calling out to him, tempting him.

"you know? we still have time..." he said in a low, suggestive tone, placing small kisses on your shoulder, slowly moving closer to your neck, where he sucked gently, making your skin prickle and a small gasp escape your lips.

"Lan, we have to change..." you said, sighing afterward, and without making much of an effort to push him away from you, making him smile a little wider.

"we'll be quick, i promise," although you knew better than to believe him.

even so, you know Lando would never make any advances if he knew you weren't really feeling it, so you decide to stop playing hard to get, giving in to the temptation, and feeling his hands slide until they reach your tits.

seeing that the fabric was interrupting his fun, he lifted your bra until they were free, quickly putting his hands on them; squeezing, playing with your nipples and stretching them, as if they were a toy, while you sighed contentedly, letting him be.

and he lingers, enjoying how your nipples harden, and how you moan louder and louder the more he stimulates them, causing you to unconsciously move back, rubbing against him, and making it harder for him to hold back the urge to take you right there.

then he lowered one of his hands, slowly, torturing you until he finally reached his favorite spot between your legs, running his fingers over your pussy, which is still covered by your panties. And your body reacted; the fabric now had a darker patch, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, needing your boyfriend.

and now your hole throbs, your pussy drools for him, but he touches you slowly, applying pressure, making the fabric stick to your folds, turning it darker and wetter, and making his fingers shiny and slippery while brushing over your clit.

your eyes a little glassy, and between sighs you said his name like a broken record, because he's the only one who can make you feel that way. And both of you know it.

so Lando sped up, rubbing your clit, stimulating you, making your sounds louder and louder while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, reminding you how beautiful you are, how much he adores you, and how perfect you look moaning for him even when he's just starting.

and he knows what he's doing, knows your body better than anyone, so he knows how to drive you crazy, running his fingers faster and faster, but slowing down when he notices the slightest spasm in your legs, making you grunt, moan, and grow weaker and weaker in his arms, until he finally moved his hand, not giving you what you wanted.

"go to the bed," he instructed gently, lightly slapping your ass and watching as you quickly complied with his request, moving to the bed you shared, even taking off your bra, leaving you only in your panties that were still clinging to your skin, completely soaked. “Look at you,” he said in a loving tone, looking at you with loving eyes and a huge smile.

for Lando, this is worth even more, and he would trade all the Formula 1 awards to repeat this day for the rest of his life; winning his prize at home and then going home with the love of his life, whom he could touch, devour, and cherish as his true trophy after all the effort he's put into trying to be the best.

and when he approaches you once more, you see it, that hint of purity, of rawness behind all that happiness and emotion, which captivates you and makes you unable to take your eyes off his, and makes you surrender your body to him so he can do whatever he wants.

[...]

so, you spend a good time between kisses, caresses, with Lando moving slow and hard inside you, sliding between your walls, which receive him as if he belonged there, molding to his cock, and swallowing him with every movement, making him moan against your ear, overstimulated, and filled with emotion while you're not much different.

and he doesn't even need to move faster; he just needs to keep his hands on your body, playing with your tits, putting pressure on your clit, grabbing your thighs a little tightly, and kissing your body, leaving a trail of subtle marks where only the two of you could see them.

it was the ideal situation; it was everything he needed, and you were more than happy to give it to him.

that day, you didn't receive any complaints about the noise, and maybe you were a little late to dinner, but it was definitely worth every second, because nothing could top this day, and the beautiful climax of being able to make love with someone like him, who will always look at you with loving eyes, as if you were the most important thing in his world, even when he'd just won one of the most important races of his life.

and every time you look at him, you confirm it a little more. Lando may be obsessed with you, but you're also obsessed with him, and you'd do anything to give him more days like this, where he can feel completely happy, without anything else mattering. Because that's what he deserves, being the sweetest, most precious boy you've ever met, and the one you fell madly in love with.

[oldermenfucker]

Holding You, Holding Me / M. Robinavitch

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TWO: Sparks Fly

Summary: your parents’ wedding anniversary brings you and your mom’s friend closer to each other, closer than it should be, but there is no harm if no one finds out, right?

Warnings: kissingggggg, lots of tension, tiny bit of angst cause it’s Robby c’mon, English isn’t my first language<3

Word count: 3.47k+

an: things WILL get steamy and the drama will start when it’s dueeee🤭 please comment and tell me what you think of this chapter!!

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My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea You touch me once and it's really something You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you, I know it's no good And I could wait patiently But I really wish you would

“Of course I’ll bring it to you, Mom,” you sigh, humming incoherently as you drop your bag and white coat in the passenger seat before you march toward the door of the PTMC. “You’ve called me three times already. I’m pretty sure I have your badge in my hand. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be there in a few minutes, alright?”

Hospital is an extraordinary place to work in, ER is even worse; you heard from your mother and her friends, not only because of the patients, but because of the strange layout it has. It feels like you’re trapped in a maze as you wander around the hospital until you find the elevator — embarrassing, really, because it is not the first time you're stepping into this place.

You count yourself lucky as soon as you spot a familiar face among the crowd, fingers twitching as the memories immediately flood back into your head.

Robby. The man you kissed a few days ago and had to break apart before your mom could catch you. The same Robby who you have grown to be familiar with throughout the years.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he notices you as well, giving you one of his heartwarming smiles when you reach the central, “What you doing here?”

“Mom called me at five in the fucking morning and said I need you to bring me my badge and hung up,” you shrug and smile back, nearly melting on the spot with how soft he looks at you, “But she made sure to call a few more times to check if I was really going to show up.”

“Typical Dana,” he leans on his forearm on the counter, scratching the back of his neck as he looks around, “I think she went to the break room, let’s go find her.”

“Don’t you have patients to take care of?” You ask, frowning at how eager he seems to be to get away from all this stuff, “You don’t have to come with me, I’m sure you’re pretty busy, so I’ll just go find her—“

“I’ll be more than happy to get away from this place, it’s a lazy day anyway,” he puts a hand on your back, stepping closer to lead you to the breakroom, but he can’t, nor can you with how this closeness brings back memories of the last time you were together. 

You clear your throat, “I don’t want to take your time for something so silly—“

“Stop overthinking it, alright? I’m a grown man and I have ten other people handling everything, let me show you there,” he doesn’t let you dwell on it much longer and with a gentle push, he is walking you through the floor, “I’m not sure if your mom’s there but that’s where it’s most likely.”

“I can wait a few minutes before I have to leave for work,” you reply, thanking him when he opens the door for you to the breakroom, letting you step in first, “I just wanna make sure she gets the badge and stops calling me.”

“I’m sure she’s around,” he closes the door and walks to the countertop, washing his hands while he looks at you over his shoulder, “Coffee?”

“Yes, please,” you smile, dropping your mom’s badge and your phone on the table, walking around the room slowly while he fills the coffeemaker, “You know… we never got to talk about that night.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think there is anything to talk about.”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. You freeze on the spot with your back to him on the other side of the room, arms going slack next to your body as you turn around slowly to look at him.

“Wha–what do you mean, Robby?”

Gosh, you sound so pitiful. Of course he thinks it was a mistake, of course he is not attracted to you, of course, of course of course ofcourse—

“Sweetheart, look at me,” suddenly he is in front of you with a mug of coffee, tilting your head up with his finger under your jaw, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” It comes out as a whisper, but he hears you loud and clear and smiles a little when you try to turn your head away, but he keeps your face locked in place as he stares into your eyes.

“Don’t get lost in your head.” his thumb caresses your jaw so slowly that you might think you are hallucinating. “There’s nothing to talk about because—“

“Because nothing happened, right?” Your voice quivers, and you think he might lose his temper and shut you down completely, but instead of getting mad at you, he just shakes his head and leans down a little, “What are you smiling about?”

“Sweetheart, so many things happened that night,” he lets go of you for a moment to put the mug down so he can cup your face, his large hands covering your cheeks fully, “it doesn’t mean they were the right thing to do.”

“But they felt right,” you reply quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you try not to get lost in the way his gaze softens even more, “Why do you regret it?”

“I don’t regret it, sweetheart,” he shakes his head, leaning down to press his forehead against yours, “But we shouldn’t do it again, I can barely look at your mom anymore–“

“This isn’t about how she might feel, Robby, this is about us–“

“I know, I know–“ he leans down to peck your lips suddenly to stop you from talking. Wrong move, now he can’t stop kissing you, not when you taste so familiar like a book he has read ten times already.

He deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side while one hand goes to the back of your head to keep you close, slowly backing you up to the wall of the breakroom without breaking away from your lips.

You reciprocate the kiss with the same passion, hands traveling up to his neck and then shoulders, pulling him as close as possible when he presses his body to yours and corners you, swiping your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before you grant him entrance. His tongue moves over yours, battling for dominance, which you lose pretty quickly and let him take the reins again.

Voices are approaching, and they make him pull away slightly, glancing at the door quickly before he pecks your lips one last time and pulls away, walking to the other side of the room before you hear the footsteps behind the door.

“We’ll talk later, alright? I’ll text you, sweetheart.”

“Okay, yeah, yeah,” you reply breathlessly, running a hand down your face, rubbing your neck as you try to steady your breathing.

What was he thinking? He kissed you like he couldn’t stop himself, and he didn’t even try to stop himself. The more you think about his words, the more confused you get about his actions; he says it’s wrong, yet he can’t keep away from you. He says he can’t look at your mother anymore, but he pulls you closer the second he is sure she isn’t looking.

“Robby, have you seen— oh, honey, hi! I was looking for you everywhere,” Dana pulls you in for a quick hug, kissing the side of your head before she pulls back, “What are you still doing here? Aren’t you going to be late for work?”

“I thought I’d see you too, now that I’m here,” you shrug, trying so hard not to glance at Robby and give yourself away, “Your badge is on the table.”

“Thank you, honey, you’re a lifesaver,” she squeezes your arm, looking at Robby with a raised eyebrow, “What are you doing here? Go out there, you’ve got patients to treat.”

“I was the one who helped her find the breakroom, you should thank me too,” he shrugs, grabbing a plastic cup to fill with coffee, “I also needed coffee.”

“That’s your second cup, and it’s only been two hours since you arrived.” Dana crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at Robby, “Are you alright?”

“Of course, I’m fine,” he nods, taking a sip from his cup before he strides toward the door, “As fine as I always am. Goodbye, sweetheart.”

“Goodbye, Robby,” you smile at him, watching him flush a little and leave the break room with one last wave before you turn to your mother, “What’s going on? Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s just been a bit weird these past few days,” she shrugs, grabbing her badge and moving to the counter to pick up a mug for herself, pouring coffee before she takes a sip, scrunching her nose at the taste, “How did he drink this? It’s fucking cold.”

“Oh,” you whisper, mind reeling with the thoughts of how Robby’s behavior changed after your encounter at your mom’s party. He masks his emotions pretty well, but nothing really goes unnoticed by your mother’s sharp, curious eyes, and he has been her friend long enough for her to know how and when Robby’s behavior changes — even if it's something so little and subtle.

You just hope she doesn’t notice your change of behavior. Because if she does, you are fucked . 

“Alright, imma head out,” you exhale deeply, running your palms over your pants to wipe off the sweat as you walk to her to give her a final hug, “Have a great day, mom. Call if you need anything.”

“Will do, honey,” she kisses your head, hugs you back, sending you off, “Have fun at work.”

“Absolutely,” you grin and push the door open, holding in your breath as you walk through the ED, eyes finding Robby’s frame quickly, watching him talk to his new students before he glances at you and looking back to the crowd in front of him, but you don’t miss the way his eyes shine a little bright and his cheeks turn red.

Maybe the talk will clear up everything.

  ••••••

  “Fancy seeing you here, Doctor Robinavitch,” you say, finding him with two bags full of Thai food as he walks out of the restaurant. Smirking to yourself, you lean back on the door of your car, waiting for him to finally reach you, “You have a date?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead as soon as he reaches you, “Thank you for picking me up.”

“Of course, I’m always nice to broke men,” you grin when he groans and opens the back door, placing the bags on the backseat with care before he turns around and stands in front of you, placing one palm on the hood of the car.

“It seems humor has nothing to do with genetics, and I have a pretty fancy car in my garage, thank you,” he smiles when you look down at your shoes with a bashful smile, “I don’t wanna talk about things here, so,” he extends his hand to you, waiting for you to give him the remote, “Gimme the keys, I’ll drive.”

“This is an automatic car, Robby, you don’t need keys to unlock the door.” You duck under his arm and move towards the driver’s side, “I don’t trust you with my car, you might get us killed, old man.”

“As if you haven’t been in my car before, kid ,” he rolls his eyes but gets into the passenger seat, watching as you start the engine and fasten your seatbelt, “Just don’t get too excited about the food, I paid for it.”

“Don’t make me throw you out of my car, Robby.” You narrow your eyes at him when you hit the stop at the red light, “My place? It’s closer.”

“Sure,” he shrugs, leaning back on the seat and turning his head to look at you, “What are we doing, sweetheart?”

“Things that are… worth doing?” You crane your head to stare back at him, “Hopefully, I mean. There’s nothing wrong with trying.”

“That’s for normal people who meet on the streets, not us,” he sighs, looking outside the window, scratching his chin, “It’s just wrong . Morally wrong, I am much older than you—“

“Have you ever heard me complain about your age?” 

“We kissed a few days ago, sweetheart, you didn’t have time to think about it at all,” he chuckles and closes his eyes, listening to your soft breathing, “I’m not saying to discourage you, but—“

“My god, has anyone told you that you talk a lot?” You whine playfully, “You’re not discouraging me. Upsetting? Yes, but I’m not gonna lose hope this soon because you think it’s immoral for two adults to kiss.”

“One of the adults is twice the age of the other one and is the said adult’s mom’s friend,” he explains, running a hand down his face again, pulling on the edge of the seatbelt as you drive to your place, “Let’s just have dinner first then we’ll talk.”

“Right, you get hangry, how could I forget?”

“You’re insufferable. What the fuck does that even mean?”

“As you said, humor is not passed on by genes,” you look at him, winking as you pull into your apartment’s parking, “Okay, get the bags and I’ll get my boxes.”

You pull into your spot, cutting off the engine before you both get out. He follows you into the elevator quietly after he insisted on carrying your boxes for you while you held the food.

“What are these anyway?” He asks, shaking the boxes a little to hear what’s inside, “New purchases?”

“Those are my new toys, Robby,” you tell him as you both walk out of the elevator, unlocking your apartment door before stepping inside, holding the door open for him to join you as well while you take off your shoes, “New splints, needles for needle therapy, muscle tapes, and a new vibrator!”

“What?!”

“Wha– oh, no, no , hahah, no!” Your eyes widen so much you think they might pop out of your skull. You nearly drop the bags on the floor as you whip your face towards him, finding Robby blushing deeply as he stares at you with parted lips, “For muscles, a vibrator for muscles and limbs and rehabilitation, fucking hell , can you stop looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” His cheeks get redder, but he is no longer shocked, except he is grinning like an idiot, and you wanna wipe that smug smile off his face, “I’m not doing anything.”

“You know I know what you thought, so stop being an arrogant little boy about it,” you hiss, glaring at him as you march toward your kitchen to wash your hands.

This is so embarrassing , you think, because if this happened a month ago, you would have also rethought your entire life, but you wouldn’t be this flustered over it. This time it’s different, it’s worse, it’s more mind-wrecking because you have kissed Robby. He is no longer just your mom’s best friend who you had a crush on, he is the man who was sucking on your tongue only a few hours ago.

“No one’s called me a boy in the past twenty years, sweetheart,” he lowers the boxes on the ground, kicking off his shoes and placing them next to yours, “Also, I didn’t say a thing about your new vibrator, in fact I would love to see what it really is.”

“Fuck off, I’m eating all your food after I kick you out of my house,” you reach for the tissue paper next to the sink, drying your hands and turning around to look at him, “But if you are really interested…”

Robby leans back on the countertop on his elbows, eyes following all your movements as you start to pull out two plates and move to the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Don’t just stand there, help me or I’ll start calling you uncle again.”

“We’ve kissed, and you still wanna call me uncle? Disgusting ,” he makes a weird face before he brings the food to the table, sitting on the couch next to you and helping you unpack them. “What did Dana say after I left?”

“Nothing really, just that you’ve been acting weird for a few days.” You grab your plate and lean back on the couch, twisting your fork in the noodles, smiling when his ears turn red, “I wonder why.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s not because of you,” he gives you a sharp look, trying to be convincing, but he is not even doing a good job at convincing himself, “I can’t look at your mom the way I used to.”

“Come on, it’s a decade-long friendship, I’m sure I’m not the only secret you’ve had to keep,” you shrug, but you know what he is really saying. It is hard to keep a cool persona around your mom when she is too quick to catch up on things, not to mention how easily she can pull the words out of your mouth.

“It’s not about that,” he puts his plate down and you do the same, turning around to look at your hands on your thighs first, not really ready to look you in the eye, “It’s about losing what we have created, and also your parents will skin me alive if they ever find out.”

“They won’t! Robby, what are you scared of?” You scoot closer to him, cupping his cheek while he leans on his side and reaches to caress your thigh, the distance between you slowly getting invisible, “We don’t work together, we don’t see each other as much as you see my mom. There is no reason for her to get suspicious.”

“Because!” He groans, dropping his head on your shoulder, pulling you closer as much as he can by throwing your legs over his thigh, “It’s not because of her, it’s… It’s us . I don’t want to ruin what we have if this doesn’t work out in the end.”

“We won’t know anything if we don’t try, Robby.” You can feel how your heart is beating faster, the doubt you have been trying to bury throughout the day is crawling back into your head, “You just have to… let yourself feel it.”

He doesn’t reply, not immediately anyway. But you can feel the hot exhale he lets out over your neck, his fingers tightening around your thigh. You scratch the back of his head, your nails working through the thin strands of his hair as you wait for him to say something.

Robby slowly pulls away enough to look into your eyes, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek. The hand on your thigh moves to your jaw, thumb stroking the length of the bone, moving up to gently press down on your bottom lip.

He closes the distance in the blink of an eye — so much for a man who was telling you ‘Oh but it’s wrong’ and now is kissing you like he is starved for you. 

You kiss back instantly; there is no reason not to do so. Tugging on his hair gently, you let him tilt your head in the angles he wants to, deepening the kiss with so much intensity you have to wrap an arm around his shoulders to keep yourself from drifting away.

His teeth clash with yours, and his lips move with certainty you didn’t know he had in him. The kiss turns messy when he pushes his tongue into your mouth, humming at your familiar taste. 

You let out little gasps and sighs whenever you can breathe, both arms looped around his neck as you pour everything you can into this, letting him know you want him badly.

He lowers you onto the couch, maneuvering your body to his liking until he is as close to you as possible, making home between your legs without breaking apart from you.

But perhaps you should have listened to the doubt in your gut earlier today; maybe it would have helped to make this moment hurt less. He pulls back suddenly , face flushed and lips swollen, but there is a pain behind his brown eyes.

“I can’t do this.”

The way he whispers breaks you, and it only hurts worse when he sits back up to run a hand through his hair and stands up. 

You don’t have the energy to get up. You just lay there and watch him pace around your house, collecting his stuff before he stops and looks at you with a remorseful expression. 

“It’s wrong, sweetheart.”

You can’t say anything to him because he is out of your door in a second with his belongings gone. So you stay on the couch with a racing heart and a head full of foggy thoughts.

[yuujispinkhair]

A funny HC I have is that if Sukuna had a baby right, his baby would also have their own “stomach-mouth” just like him! But because they’re a baby, it doesn’t have any teeth and they can make it appear at will. It’s creepy yet wholesome in a way

I also firmly believe that Sukuna, and by extension his baby, can purr like cats do. Ofc Sukuna’s high key embarrassed about that🤭🥰

Aww I love that 💗💗 Thank you so much for sending me this! The thought of Trueform!Sukuna as a father always makes me so soft.

Trueform!Sukuna x Reader (female). Heian era. Fluff. A little bit of angst (?) but with a happy ending. 800 words. Minors don't interact. Divider by @/.diviniyae.

The thing is, even though Sukuna's little daughter looks a lot like her father (bigger than other babies her age, with pink hair, red eyes, and that famous stomach mouth), she has her mother's cheerfulness.

Everyone who sees Sukuna carrying his offspring in his big arms gets the surprise of their life. There he is, the huge, scary King of Curses, who everyone fears. The man, the God, who always wears this emotionless mask on his face, his lips only lifted in a dangerous smirk or a mocking laugh. But the little pink-haired girl in his arms beams at everyone.

Her red eyes, so similar to her father's, don't look menacing, but sparkle with joy. And she is smiling. A big, happy, toothless smile as bright as the sun. And not just with the mouth on her chubby little face. Her second mouth, the one on her tummy, smiles just as broadly.

It's a peculiar sight, making most people take an involuntary step back. But they all get stopped by Sukuna's deathly glare. The unspoken words of the King are clear: You dare find my daughter unpleasant to look at? Maybe I should take your eyes so you don't have to see her anymore?

And so everyone, who has half a brain, forces themself to come closer again and bow in respect and smile at the little princess, no matter how terrified they are of her strange looks.

Sukuna knows they only do it because he demanded it, but that's better than nothing. He still remembers how he felt as a child when he was an outcast because of his looks and the power running through his veins. He still remembers how the darkness engulfed him more and more anytime he saw how appalled people were by his appearance.

He won't let his child be met with the same open disgust. At least he can make them pretend as if they don't see her as a monster.

But after a while, Sukuna notices something very interesting:

People's faces aren't frozen in fake politeness anymore when they gaze upon his daughter. Their eyes don't hold the usual terrified expression. Their smiles are no longer fake, but genuine.

It's making Sukuna feel strangely content. Somehow, his smiling, babbling, and laughing little girl managed to win them over. Not that Sukuna cares about what any of those worms think, but he finds the thought of his little girl not experiencing the hate Sukuna himself experienced during his childhood comforting.

After all, Sukuna is not just the King of Curses, he is also a father who wants the best for his child.

But nonetheless, it's a baffling experience to see how differently people treat his daughter and also him now.

Everyone used to keep a distance or outright flee when Sukuna walked through town, but now people seem to move closer to him, trying to catch a glance of his daughter.

Just like today.

Sukuna is currently taking a stroll with his wife and daughter, carrying the little one in his arms, and he notices people waving at his daughter from across the street, trying to get her attention and cooing at her when she looks their way.

Several women approach him and offer small handmade gifts for the little princess. And the little one squeals with joy and kicks her feet while giggling happily at the women, who seem honestly delighted, oohing and aahing at her before they leave again.

Sukuna huffs, shaking his head in utter disbelief, as he turns to his wife. You are walking next to him with an amused expression on your face,

"What's on your mind, my dearest?"

You ask, and Sukuna makes a gruff sound and jerks his chin in the direction of the now retreating women,

"How did this happen? People cooing at our child and waving at her? It's insane. Did you use some magic on them?"

You laugh and place a soft hand on your husband's huge biceps, leaning your face against his muscular arms, while your other hand ruffles your little daughter's soft pink hair, who is currently dozing off in Sukuna's arms.

"There is no magic involved. She is adorable. That's all that happened."

Sukuna laughs softly, a low rumbling sound in his broad chest, and he reaches out to wrap one of his extra arms around you, pulling you even closer to his side.

"Of course she is. And that's your doing, my love."

You tilt your head to look up at Sukuna's face, smiling at him, the same broad smile his daughter has, that always makes his heart feel so warm. You shake your head, while your small fingers tighten around Sukuna's biceps.

"No, it's just as much your doing, Kuna. Who did she get the pretty pink hair from? And surely she didn't get that adorable, smiling tummy mouth from me, hm?"

And suddenly, Sukuna feels a smile tug at his mouth, too. The one on his face, and the one on his stomach.

Sighhhh, Trueform!Sukuna is such a comfort to me somehow. I love to write those soft little moments for him 💗

I hope you enjoyed this little drabble! Thank you so much to the sweet anon, who sent me this ask! It was so cute!!

If you enjoyed this story, comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

[goobstars]

i have nothing in particular just more jax lololol i LOVE your writing. simply too good with your talents. pats on the back cause i’m obsessed

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summary : more headcanons about dating jax.

tags : romance, and a very short list of headcanons.

note : i have no clue if this is in character or not, but i'm also delusional so i don't care. I HOPE YOU ENJOY ANON!

— hand placement>>>>

— this man knows about hand placement, and he also knows how to use it.

— he'd be passing by you, and there could literally be nothing behind you, but he'd act like there was a wall or something so he could get close. since he was close, he'd place a hand on your hip and let it trail across the small of your back while he'd mumble about needing to grab something.

— or, he'd grab you while he's passing by you.

— you could just be standing there while he's walking by, and all you'd feel is an arm wrapping around your waist before you're lifted up and taken away.

— that's another thing, he can easily pick you up. did you all see how he just easily lifted ragatha over his head? of course, he doesn't throw you in an air fryer or anything, but he just picks you up when it seems necessary to him.

— like during the candy kingdom adventure, and the fudge monster melted on the ground, he had one arm around your waist while holding you up so you didn't get dirty.

— or, when the truck was falling in the air and it landed in that river, he'd catch you bridal-style. that doesn't really count as him picking you up, but you're still in his arms so it is being included.

— also, this man has to have a hand on you at all times. i've said it before and i'll say it again, it's assumed that jax wouldn't be a touchy person, but i heavily believe this man would have no shame in showing affection in front of the others.

— would he be all up on you? no, but he would do little touches here and there.

— if you both are walking, he'd either hold your hand or wrap an arm around your shoulder.

— if you both are just standing there, he'd most certainly have a hand on your hip. you could be chatting with others, and he'd trace random shapes on your hip, and every once in a while, he'd lean into your ear to say something while pulling you closer.

— a very teasing man, by the way. as if his teasing wasn't bad enough, when you both start dating, it's worse.

— everything you do will be remarked by him, and if you get angry at his taunts, he doesn't care. he'll continue to do it until you find a way to shut him up.

— hint: you gotta kiss him.

"you're actually upset?" "are you angry that i'm right, doll?" "come on, you can't stay mad at me for long. you're obsessed with me—admit it. you've done it before, you can do it again."

— that's all you'd hear until you finally kiss him.

— but even then, he'd just smirk at you before making one final comment.

"you're only proving my point that you're obsessed with me, dollface..."

— 'doll', 'dollface', and maybe even 'angel' every once in a while. those are the nicknames he uses most for you.

— when it comes to kissing, he's the type who will kiss you anywhere but your lips just to taunt you.

— he'd lean in for a kiss before swerving and placing a peck to your nose, or he'd kiss your cheek.

— he does this because he knows it irritates you, and if you want a kiss that bad, you'll grab his suspenders and quickly kiss him before he can move.

— when you both kiss, one of his hands is on your waist while the other one is on the nape of your neck.

— if your attention isn't on him, he stares. a lot.

— hell, even if your attention is on him, he's still going to stare. you could be talking to him and all you see is his smirk slightly faltering while his eyes go lidded, and they'd occasionally flicker down to your lips before meeting your eyes once more.

— this is a last-minute thing, but if you were to go on an adventure where he got to drive a car and you were in the passenger seat, he'd have his hand on the back of your headrest while his other hand rested on the wheel.

— or, if he was feeling bold, he'd hold your hand or place a hand on your thigh.

— i could see him opening the passenger door for you, and he would have one hand on the roof of the car while leaning down to talk to you before letting you out.

[lily-jaxk]

MC Twin AU - CALEB'S Spitfire [18+]

[ minors do not interact. By choosing to interact with this content, you 🫵 have consented to viewing something not safe for work despite the warnings. ] trigger warnings !! this is 18+ content. contains mentions and/or descriptions of man handling, choking, aka caleb and name being FREAAKKKSS

"So, what do you think of getting him?" your sister asks as you walk through the mall, her eyes on her phone and one hand holding on to your arm so she wouldn't get lost.

You hum and glance around. "I don't know...." You mumble, furrowing your brow in thought. "I mean, what do you get for your rich boyfriend? He got that Colonel's salary you know? He's rich rich."

"Poison his food. Then steal all his money -"

" - What did he do this time?"

"He beat me at Kitty Cards."

". . . . I'll consider it."

It had been a few months since Caleb had practically plopped himself back into your life. You had agreed that you would continue living in Linkon while he lives in Skyhaven. Mainly because of your jobs and because staying with Caleb in Skyhaven would bring a lot of attention to you that you sure as heck didn't want.

When MC found out Caleb was alive, and found you cooking breakfast for the three of you the next morning, instead of demanding for an explanation from you, she had cocked her gun and aimed it at Caleb. "Sis what the fuck -"

"Make her cry again -" MC had hissed out, "and I'll kill you myself. Got it?!"

Yep. Your sister was a badass.

Now, the two of you were back in Linkon, and you were going to stay with Caleb for two weeks using your vacation hours. The only reason why you were in the mall was that you realized that you had never given Caleb a gift.

Why did that matter? Well it was because you noticed Caleb had been fingering with the dog tag MC had given him, and an uncomfortable amount of jealousy had risen up from within your heart.

You had to give him something that was yours. Because he was yours. Not MC's. Yours.

You blink. Woah, you gotta get that possessiveness under control.

"Ok so, it has to be something small, or something he can wear discreetly." MC's voice interrupts your mind making you focus on her again. "Maybe a necklace? A choker?"

"As hot as giving him a choker is, not sure that's a good idea." Hmmm you could just imagine it, his red face dripping with tears as he rests his head on your thigh, choking as you yank him closer with the choker, a small whimper -

"Ew." A snack lands on your head, making you let out a yelp. "Get that stupid look off your face. You disgust me; you both disgust me."

You give your sister a scowl. "Says the person that told me in explicit detail as to how she wanted to peg her boyfriend!"

"Look at me and tell me they don't look pegable."

"I won't because I only have eyes for my beautiful Colonel, fish freak."

"Says you!?"

The two continue your bickering as you move through the mall, dodging attacks you send at each other with relative ease. "Ok but really, what are you thinking?" MC asks, stopping in front of you and placing her hands on her hips. "Something expensive? Something cheap? A gag gift?"

You raise a brow at MC. "Gag gift?"

"If you give him a stick and yell out 'fetch!', I bet you he would actually fetch."

. . . . "You're right." You let out a small sigh, glancing around. Gosh, this was hard. What could you give Caleb?

Giving him a dogtag didnt seem right because he already had one. You wanted to give him something that only belonged to the two of you. But what could it be?

Something sparkles at the corner of your eye, and you turn your head to glance at the little store. "Huh. . . ." you murmur, ignoring your sister's questioning hum as you walk toward the glass cage. "This is pretty."

It was pretty perfect and actually affordable considering the fucking economy.

"Perfect."

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"I got you a gift." You tell Caleb as he picks you up, pressing a small kiss on his lips before sliding into the passenger seat. "I won't give you until we get home though, and have eaten food."

He pouts and leans towards you again for another kiss, but you easily lean even farther away from him. "Spitfire," he pouts even more, before straightening in his seat and starting the car. "You're so mean."

"Mean my ass. You're just spoiled." You snort, picking up your phone and opening up your game, fingers flying across the screen as the game finally finishes loading. "MC says hi by the way, and asks that you try to come to Linkon for some annual beach trip or something? I honestly wasn't paying attention."

"Hm, I was already planning on coming. Just gotta fix a few more issues at work." Caleb hums and stops at the red light, glancing at you. "Wanna come with us? It'll be funn.."

"No thanks. The hot sun? and me? Hell no. I'm staying indoors where I can play my games in peace."

Caleb snorts with amusement. "If you say so."

The car ride continues peacefully, with you rambling about work as you continue to play your game, while pop music blasts from the car. When you finally arrive, you let out a small yelp as Caleb turns off the car and rushes over to lift you out of the car, letting out a squeal as he tosses you over his shoulder. "Caleb! Put me down now!"

"No can do!" He laughs and rushes inside, ignoring the way your hands pounded on his back. When he gets inside, he spins around making a startle laugh escape your lips. "Dizzy yet spitfire?"

"Put! Me! Down!"

"What was that? Spin some more? Ok then!"

"Calebbbbb!"

After a few more seconds, Caleb finally stops, gently placing you on his couch as you try and get your bearings back. He laughs softly as he gets on his knees in front of you, purple eyes sparkling gently with amusement and adoration evident. "Adorable." He says, his hands moving to remove your shoes and put them aside. "My adorable spitfire."

You huff. "Complimenting me won't make me forgive you so easily punk!"

"Aww babe. Pretty please? I was just trying to have fun with you." He laughs, lesbian up to press a small kiss on your lips. "Pretty please beautiful stunning gorgeous lady?"

You huff again. It sucked how you couldn't stay mad at him. He was cheating, Caleb was cheating!

Well, you could be mad at him later. At the rate things were going, you were going to forget to give him his gift! "I'll fight you later. I have something for you remember?" You sigh, reaching into your pocket as Caleb stares at you questioningly. You pat the spot next to you, trying to ignore the way butterflies started flapping in your stomach. You could do this, you could do this! "Sit."

"Yes ma'am." Caleb pips up, a smile on his face as he sits next to you, cocking his head as you turn to face him. "Is everything alright spitfire?"

You purse your lips. "I got you a gift." You say for the umpteenth time, and before you could second guess yourself, you reach out to gently grab Caleb's much bigger hands. "This isn't a wedding ring...yet." you say, slowly placing the small silver band with small precise decorations all around it, on his ring finger. "It's just....a little something from me to you."

"I notice that you keep playing with the dog tag MC gave you!" You ramble when Caleb remains silent, fiddling with your hands nervously. "And....well to be completely honest sometimes I get a little jealous. Nothing against you or MC though! You've known each other longer than you've known me so of course you would treasure that gift more! But I just thought that maybe you'd wear something I got for you as well! To well.... just something to remember me by- MMPH?!"

You were interrupted by lips suddenly capturing yours, and with a yelp you fall backwards on the couch, Caleb moving above you. "It's perfect." He growls, kissing you again and pushing his tongue into your mouth, messily kissing you. "It's so fucking perfect baby. God, why didn't I think of getting you a ring first?"

You laugh as best as you could, panting as you gaze up at Caleb's darkened amethyst eyes. "I take it that you like the gift?"

"I fucking love it." Caleb grunts, one hand rising to cup your face, the other trailing slowly downhill making heat pool in your stomach. "I'll wear it all the time." He vows, placing open mouthed kisses on your jaw. "Every second, every hour, every day."

Oh.

Oh.

And if that didn't make your heart beat fast with excitement at the thought. Everyone thinking that the Colonel was married? Meaning no one would have second thoughts about going after him while you were in Linkon.

Yep. You were a genius.

"i should get a reward for getting you such a nice gift, right?" You whisper, giggling softly when you feel Caleb freeze above you. Laughter erupts from your lips as Caleb scrambles off you, then picks you up to toss your body over his shoulder once again, then rush to his bedroom. He throws you to the bed, then slips in-between your legs, wrapping them around his waist.

Suddenly, you feel pressure push down on your body, and your eyes widen when you realize he was using his Evol on you. "Caleb"

"Do you trust me?" He whispers, leaning down to trail kisses down from your lips, to your neck, and to your chest after he unbuttoned your shirt. You shiver as he glances up at you with a heated gaze, licking your suddenly dry lips in an attempt to calm yourself. "Spitfire," he asks again. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." You breathe out, and suddenly the pressure is gone, and your turned around, your face down on the pillow and Caleb's hands on your hips as he tugs your pants and panties off, pulling your hips up so you back was in an arch. "Let me take this off." You hear him mumble, and glance to the side to see him toss away something from his neck.

Something being.

MC's dogtag.

Your eyes widen, but before you could really say anything about it, you feel him roll his hips against your back, and you let out a loud whine. "Caleb!"

"It's alright spitfire, I gotcha." He chuckles, moving away from you making you want to cry, but his Evol made your head stay in place, pressed down on your pillow, and it took every restraint in your body not to just break down and beg him.

Caleb pushes against you again, this time very naked and very, very hard, and you let out a shuddered breath, your muscles tightening in anticipation. You gasp and let out a loud groan as he pushed in, the pressure in your stomach curling tight as he sank in inch after delicious inch.

He wasn't even half away, and your mind was already gone.

"H-hah . . . I'm not even fully in, and my pretty girl is already drooling and looking all dumb." Caleb murmurs, pushing in another slow inch making you choke on your breathe. "Fuck! You're squeezing me so tight baby. My pretty girl doesn't wanna let me go so easily huh?"

"To...too much-"

"You can take it. You've taken it allll before remember?" He laughs, another inch going in before he finally bottoms out, and a loud moan escapes your lips. "Atta girl. That's my good girl." He leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek, and then-

-He begins to move.

You nearly come right there and then, his pace making you choke on your scream and drool to drop down to the pillow. With the pressure of his Evol pressing down on you, and the pace he was going at?!

Good lord, this had to be heaven. It just had to be!

You blink with confusion when, after who knows how long of him pounding into you, he stops, the pressure of his Evol lifting away from you. A whine nearly leaves your lips, the only thing stopping you being the feeling of Caleb thick arm wrapped around your throat in a headlock while he starts to pound you from behind again, the soft coo of his voice a stark contrast from the way his cock assaults your poor fluttering cunt, "Look at you take it like such a good girl, huh? You like it when I get a little rough with you?"

"I-" You choke, tears dripping from your eyes as he lifts you up, your mouth dropping open with a silent scream.

"Yeah, you do. I can feel you clenching around me." You can pratically hear the smirk in his voice. "My pretty girl acting all nasty like this. So fucking addicting."

"Caleb, please!"

What were you begging for?? For him to stop?? For him to go harder??

“Don’t worry, spitfire,” he pants, pressing back into you with a broken groan. “I’m not done with you. Need to make you lose your mind, nned to make my pretty girl so dumb and cock drunk. Only focus on me and my cock, can you do that for me pretty girl? I bet you can.”

You feel his arm tighten around you, and your mind blanks out with pleasure. You can feel him shaking behind you, hear how close he was in the he whispers, “Gonna come inside you, fill you up—fuck—gonna mark you, you want that?” he murmurs, thrusts turning more erratic. “Then you gotta come for me, pretty girl. Come on, I know you can do it for me. Come for me. Come.”

An obscene moan that makes you flush escapes your mouth, and you shudder around him as you finally come, the only thing keeping you up being Caleb's arm around your neck. You hear him let out a small curse and shriek when his fingers glide down your front, rolling and pinching your throbbing clit with the intent to make you flutter around him. "Too- too much!" You sob, shaking in his arms. "Cale- Caleb-"

"One more." He murmurs, rubbing your clit even more as he thrusted into you. "Just one more, alright? Can you do that for me spitfire? Just one more?"

You begin to lose track of time. Minutes turn into hours, hours blur into one long, aching haze of pleasure. He takes you every way he can, and in every spot in the bedroom. On your back, on your side, with your leg hitched around his waist, but those were merely on the bed.

Then he moved to the wall, fucking into you so hard that he had to hold your legs up around his waist due to how limp you had gotten.

One more had turned into two more, then three, then four, then finally, finally, he stopped.

You twitch on the bed hours later after he cleans you up, mumbling incoherent words as he gently pulls you to his chest. "All because of a ring," you mutter, interlocking your hands together. "You took my ability to walk, all because of a ring."

You feel him laugh, and Caleb raises your hand to press a small kiss on the spot on your ring finger where a ring would be - if you had one. "I'll take care of you tomorrow, or however long it takes to satisfy you." He promises, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then gently raises your head up to kiss your lips. "I love the ring," he continues a small blissful smile on his lips, making your heart flutter. "Thank you so much, [Name]"

That smile. That smile on his lips made it all worth it.

Taglist - @sleepydang @junrui @animecrazy76 @smoophie @young-adult-summer @snowdynasty @maskedbunni @patatos14 @dana-nite @mentaltrouble2201

taglist is small because these were the names I found in the caleb section that A) requested and B) claimed to be 18+ in their blogs.

Gulps....i hope I did good...I havent written smut in years so I hope you all like it...

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Caleb | 18+

[rikisbaddezire]

Hiii, I love your work so much! Can you write a story about childhood friends niki and reader, and there's been sexual tension building for years, and during a movie night they kind of just snap. Sorry for the lack of detail, but I'm not too sure hhow to describe it lol :)

WET DREAMS

note : this was lwk actually kinda fun to write so thank you anon for this suggestion because i had really fun time writing this!! guys i havent finished the end yet and i really don’t want to stress over it so im just gonna release it now (cant leave the anon waiting 💔) ill figure out an ending when im finally finished airing out my drafts

warnings : riki and y/n are lwk perverts, p in v, dry humping, swearing, mentions of hormones, dirty thoughts, mention of wet dreams, no protection, small hand job, i wrote this really weirdly but wtvr, riki is kinda degrading if you squint ig, lots of dirty talk.

RIKI NEVER UNDERSTOOD how much his dreams had influenced him. all it took was a little wet dream of his best friend all the way back grade 9 to absolutely destroy all the friendly thoughts he had of someone he grew up with.

he believed maybe he was just going through puberty. desperate and hormonal was all he felt. suddenly he noticed how short her uniform skirt was, how her breasts had gotten bigger over the years, how curvy her body looked in that tight, teasing, and sexy uniform.

after grade 9 it had taken a while to forget those weird emotions and feelings, but even then he couldn’t help but notice how y/n seemed to notice something was happening with him. she also started acting different and the innocent jokes they would tell each other before suddenly became dirty and flirtatious.

but she couldn’t have been flirting, right?

the thing is during the whole puberty thing, y/n was blown away by his new appearance over the summer. now he was tall, he had muscles and his voice had gotten deeper.

when he’d whisper or even speak to her in that deep, dark, sexy voice, her thighs clenched and her panties soaked.

grade 9 was just a mess of hormones and mixed feelings for the two, and now by grade 12 they had both gotten better, the feelings they felt long before had disappeared.

not anymore though.

riki woke up in a sweat. he was hard. like really, really hard. thanks to that little dream he had yet again. this one wasn’t the same though, this one was more obscene, it felt so real for him and he was panicking because not only were those feelings supposed to be long forgotten, but that they always walked to school together every morning.

there was no doubt she was on her way.

he was contemplating just fisting himself so his little problem goes away faster but his parents would call him down for breakfast anytime soon.

but when he turned over to the other side in bed, there she was right there leaning against his door, drinking a juice box from his kitchen that his parents no doubt gave her like she was some kind of child who was abandoned so he forced himself to stay calm, just like he did in grade 9.

“wh-what are you doing here so early?” he mutters hoarsely, clearing his throat.

she was getting closer to the bed. his eyes widened as she pushes herself off the door going around to sit right beside him in the bed.

dont look down riki warns himself oh god dont look down

but he couldn’t stop his eyes as they slowly drag down to her thighs. her skirt. it was long enough to cover her more intimate parts, but showed just enough for him to conjure up the most dirtiest things in his mind against his will.

“oh yeah, there’s this stupid movie jake and jungwon and sunoo want to watch,” she pauses and groans. “i don’t really want to watch it and they wanted me to ask if you wanna come, i just want you there because i don’t want to be lonely.”

he winces out at the way she says lonely as if he hasn’t had thoughts of sneaking out to her house and just fucking the shit out of her to get those crazy thoughts over with, as if he wasn’t hiding condoms under his mattress, as if he tried not to let his thoughts wander to her when he’s masturbaiting, as if he never wondered what could be underneath that uniform he’s been itching to rip off of her.

“uhh… tonight?” riki manages to inquire, his voice cracking subtly at the word tonight to which she nods and giggles. “i guess i can go. do you want me to pick you up and drive you there?”

“do you want to?” y/ns head tilts to the side, looking up at him with the same pretty eyes that would look as good rolled back as they do in his imagination.

he doesn’t respond. he couldn’t stop himself as his body leans in

the whole day y/n found herself drifting off to the thought of him, and how big his dick really could be. she’d seen the outline before, just this morning she saw his dick peeking out from his shorts.

she was this close to riding him.

during math she was making estimates in her head based on what she’d seen before. how big could that monster of his be? all the times she’d been to his house and accidentally walked in on him, she never bothered to look down.

god she was such a horny teenager.

he was right beside her right now, she was tempted to ask him what the exact measurements are, but in reality they’re just friends. and no matter what they were it would just straight up be a weird question to ask.

their legs were brushing each other due to how close they were sitting and riki could’ve sworn his fingers twitched. and his dick.

school was almost over. just 10 more minutes.

ten more minutes til he’s finally free from school for the day. ten more minutes til she’s in his car. maybe an hour til he can get into that wet pussy of hers.

he decided today he wasn’t going to hold back anymore. riki already had enough watching her breasts bounce around and those little exhausted noises she’d make. god, with how sweaty and tired she looked, made him wish he could make her look that way.

slowly the time passed from 7 minutes

to 6 minutes til he could dick her down.

to 5 minutes til she’d be able to see what monster he’s hiding under those sweatpants.

she couldn’t take it anymore. knees brushing up against his as she turns to him, “whens the homework due?”

y/n mentally cringes at that, it wasn’t even what she wanted to say, but it came out being something totally different then what she could’ve said.

“u-uh sex…” he shook his head quickly, rikis eyes widening at the word that also accidentally fell out his mouth. “fuck! no i mean- its due on friday.”

luckily the bell rings ending the conversation right there. riki and y/n both get up to grab their things. her legs were shaking, and she swore a trail of arousal was following behind her, while riki was so sure the bulge in his pants were visible.

the whole ride was silent, which was very rare for both him and her. all they could hear was the sound of the engine running and the various noise of children or the birds chirping.

all he could think about was fucking into that tight pussy while keeping his eyes on the road. holy shit. his hands clenched around the steering wheel, the grip so tight his knuckles turned white.

he decided to speak up though. “so uh, things have been weird lately between us, huh?”

“yeah…”

“man what happened to us, we were so close and now it’s like we barely ever talk at all.”

he stops at the red light and turns to her, her panties practically soaked in arousal so scared he might even smell it. she almost felt herself come just by his words.

“i can’t lie, i’ve been dreaming of fucking you all night long since grade 9.” his own words make his jaw drop completely. was it too late to take it back? riki looks at her carefully studying how her head whipped to turn to him and how her cheeks flushed almost immediately.

she manages to drag out some words but they were more squeaky. “you’re joking?”

he shakes his head. “i can’t stop thinking about you. i haven’t been able to since grade 9, you used to be so innocent, but fuck ever since you hit puberty its like you’re so fucking naughty.”

“riki. do you even know how attractive you started to look when you hit puberty? you’re voice got deeper and you got more muscular. ive been trying to figure out the size of your dick since grade 10.”

he chuckles at that, his old teasing facade coming back to him. “yeah? you wanna know how big it is or do you wanna see for yourself?”

“fuck, i don’t know just give it to me”

“right here in the car? in the middle of traffic? i knew you’d be such a fucking whore, y/n.”

“pull over so we can get this over with” she mutters to which riki obeys almost instantly. he ignores all the honks from drivers and everything as he practically drives into a ditch.

in the backseat, the car windows were fogged up and the craziest part for them was they weren’t even getting it on yet, all their self control completely gone.

“fuck you’re so fucking hot keep grinding on me show me how much you want this dick.” riki groans out, as her hips rut against his lap. all her moans and whimpers were being swallowed by his messy, lazy, slow kisses.

she whines out as she feels his cock sticking up through their clothes, the only thing keeping their bodies apart. “mgh fuck ill be so good for you riki! i fuck cant stop, so mmh good for me.”

“i’ve been wanting to wreck that pretty pussy of yours since—“

riki’s cut off by a little, “buzz, buzz” in his pocket, which they try to ignore at first but eventually it just gets annoying so he answers. “fuck, jungwon what do you want?” he hisses out, trying to ignore the fact that y/n was still rubbing against his hard pulsing dick.

he sighs out, lying through his teeth “yeah, yeah. we’re stuck in traffic right now, we’ll be there soon.”

y/n moans out, his hand quickly jumping from her waist to her mouth covering the whines that come out of her as her head tilts back.

“so fucking loud for me keep it down, yeah?” he teases her, guiding her hips.

she lets out a cry. not a cry as in oh no am i really dry humping my childhood friend? no this was a oh no im gonna come just from this kind of cry.

and there he was just sitting there talking to jungwon like she wasn’t about to come all over his lap just from rutting against his uniform covered cock.

“uh huh, uh huh, okay we’ll be there soon now bye.” he mutters dryly into the phone. he lifts y/n off his lap and onto the backseat, which elicits a low whine from her throat. “fuck i know, i know just be good for me okay? jungwon really needs us there right now or their gonna watch it without me and you there.”

she scoffs at his words be good for me, though denying the fact that it deep down turned her on would make her look like a fool. “saying be good for me to your friend, childhood friend, even, is beyond weird and creepy”

“what? how is that even creepy?” he grunts out as he crawls over to the front seat and starts to pull out the ditch.

“shut up”

“weren’t you the one whining on my lap earlier?”

“oh my god—! riki shut up”

he just giggles at her flustered state. they were both kind of happy their old banter that had been long gone 2 years ago had finally come back.

but y/n sort of wondered as she glanced at him. if they do go farther than whatever was going on in the backseat earlier. what will that make them?

would they still be friends? were they gonna be awkward again like they were for the past two years? or would this mean that they would maybe admit the feelings that definitely went way past the sexual tension they had for years.

“holy shit what took you guys so long, finally you guys here.” sunoo sighs out in relief, almost dramatically.

y/n and riki stop in their tracks, heads slowly turning to look at each other. riki felt amused subtly letting the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “oh uhm traffic, yeah traffic was really bad today.” he pauses for a second before turning and sitting onto the couch, legs spread and everything. “are we gonna start the movie or what?”

they both came to a realization that they couldn’t focus on that stupid movie that was playing in front of them. not when they could feel the heat of each other’s body radiating off each others skin. she was debating heading to the bathroom and risk getting cornered by riki. but she wanted that after all, they did have some unfinished business to get to anyway.

either way, she stands up without warning and heads straight to the bathroom, but as she turns to close the door, a foot stops the door from fully closing. “don’t we have some business to finish, y/n?”

god the tone in his voice. fuck. she can feel herself dripping onto the floor. “we do have some business to finish, but not here—”

it was too late for his mouth moved lazily and slow against hers, cutting her off. he didn’t even need to look back his foot kicked the door closed and his hand came down from her jaw to lock it. “fuck, ill be so good, ill be so slow” he babbles into her mouth. “so slow you’ll beg me to go faster on you.”

his hands were wrapping her legs around his waist.

all she could do was swallow her moans, slightly whimpering at him. he grabs her hips putting her up on the sink’s counter. “how big is it?” she whispers between kisses.

“fuck why don’t you go and see for yourself, y/n?” riki tilts his head back as she pulls down his pants. “you know how long i waited for this? i’m so hard for you— o-oh shit! what the hell are you doing with your hands, why does it feel so good?”

she giggles as he tries to speak through his whimpers and pants. “aww, do you like this riki? yeah? where’s all that teasing going? so hard and you’re not even inside me yet…”

he shoots a glare at her, but fails too as his face contorts back to an expression only one could call pure pleasure. the noises he made, fuck he sounded so good. she didn’t think riki would make so many noises, but holy fuck was she wrong because he was loud.

it took a few minutes to get him to come, and she practically teases him through the whole thing purposely because she knew he would try to fuck her hard as payback.

she hesitated a little asking this question, only cause she was a bit terrified of being bullied by him or make him think she isn’t cool, she speaks up either way though “you have a condom, right?”

riki’s eyes widen as he looks up from undoing her pants, some hair falling onto his eyes. he shakes his head slowly. “no… but come to my house tomorrow morning and i promise my mom will have some plan b.”

she nods as he undoes her uniform skirt, his eyes immediately falling on her soaked panties. he can’t help himself as his finger runs down her clothed pussy, feeling her puffy folds. “fuckkk…” he groans out in arousal.

“i just want you to fuck me. cmon fuck hurry up” y/n rushes, pulling her underwear down to her ankles. he lines himself up, and then slowly but steadily pushes in. his mouth drops open, wide with a small whine coming out. “oh my god, im inside my best friend.”

“please stop talking and fuck me.” she whimpers softly as he pushes himself to the hilt.

he groans, pulling out a little bit before slamming back in, one hand holding her thighs open and the other gripping roughly on her shoulder. “fuck fuck so tight you want this fucking dick”

she can’t control herself, she’s moaning out and they’ve just started. “want it so bad— ughm fuck!”

he begins rolling his hips nice and slow, just trying to spread and work open her tight little pussy. he grunts a bit each roll of his hips. he wanted to keep it nice and slow first and then slowly start fucking the shit out of that tight spot inside her.

“fuck is it right there? right where you’re clenching me?”

“i don’t fucking know just don’t stop” y/n whimpers as his pace picks up slowly. the force of his body slamming against hers slowly started to make the counter creak. “i wanna fucking break your back. shit, what would you tell your parents if they asked you why you’re walking funny? say that your best friend fucked the shit out of you?”

“aah… f-fuck yeah.”

“knew you’d be such a fucking whore for me.”

each thrust was harsh and it began to be a repetitive noise of her body falling back onto the countertop mixed with the slow, heavy slapping noises.

her hands gripped his uniform tie almost undoing it from how hard she was clutching it for purchase. “you’re so slow, fuck me faster! fuck! im close!” her whines echo with the sound of their bodies combined and her hips move with him almost instinctively.

“so loud, fuck… you want jungwon and sunoo to hear how fucking good your pussy is?” he grunts out. letting out a sharp hiss, his head tilts to the side as he takes a drag out her wet, tight walls before burying himself deep inside her, his tip obliterating her cervix.

“agh fuck! riki dont stop i-i-im coming!” y/n tenses up with the weird feeling in her lower stomach making her cry out more. loud whines and whimpers erupt from her throat as he rides her through both their orgasm. a white sticky mess was left on the table as the result of their pleasure.

it took a while for them to get ready to leave and hopefully sit back down without any problems knowing jungwon and sunoo liked running their mouths, but she stops him. the words rush out her mouth almost immediately as he turns. “riki, what does this make us?”

his heart stops. why didn’t he expect this question? he just fucked his fucking childhood friend. “uhh… do you want to date me then?”

she scoffs out at his response. “really riki? not even going to tell me you’re madly in love with me? just gonna put out a question like im forcing you?”

“okay then what do you want to hear? ‘oh y/n, i couldn’t stop thinking about you for years and now i want you to date me and maybe be my occasional fucktoy.”

“anything but the last part, you’re so weird.”

she was definitely aroused though.

[garez19]

yandere AI x reader EXCEPT in reality yan is human and you're the ai ,,, and you just don't realize.

your fingertips slowly caress his upper arm. the flesh feels too warm, too human. you lift your wrist, soft touches kiss his shoulders now. they reach to his necklace, you grab the pendant. it’s an anchor. 

it's rather funny, to be fairly honest. his movements are always calculated. every step he takes, every word coming out of his mouth, every reasoning of his– they’re all done by a machine, a program full of zeros and ones. yet he still wears pretty necklaces. yet he still prefers silver to gold.

he doesn’t talk a lot, not even when he talks a lot, because it sure is another means to an end. yet he still wears pretty necklaces. you gently pull the pedant, inching towards him, and his perfume gives off a strong fragrance as you get closer— tobacco, laced with vanilla.

he still uses lovely perfumes. 

you release the pedant as you pull back slowly, your fingers now lightly resting on his lower lip, gently pulling it down. the wetness on the tips of your fingers feels too real, too human. 

“what are you doing?” he finally speaks, amazed. “give me your hand,” you say. your touch wanders around the border of his nails. you grasp the hand, gently moving it to your face. his touch on your cheek feels too tender, too intimate. it’s too human.

“appreciating,” you answer. 

“appreciating me?” he muses.

“appreciating,” you try again, “technology,” you nod, content now that you’ve found the right word. he frowns, slowly taking his hand off your face. “oh love,” he feigns frustration, “you always –always– have to ruin it, don’t you?” 

“I meant to say,” you draw circles on his palm with your fingers. he chimes in, “you meant to say,” he closes his fist, wrapping it around your finger, “you appreciated me,” 

you try to free your finger from his grip, but it’s too firm. “technology can only get you so far. especially when it comes to love— and my love for you,” his fist slowly unfolds, opening again, “transcends the errors of it,” 

you find it amusing, honestly. mind made of zeros and ones, yet such sentiments exist in his metaphorical heart, and light up his eyes. “there aren’t any errors,” your remark makes him chuckle, “yet,” he replies. you pay no mind to his paranoia, because you know it’s been there— it’s been there since the moment you’ve met him. but you don’t blame him, no, especially when you consider he was made for it. for calculating potentiality and making sure you’re safe in every premeditated -or not- scenario. 

“there will be, eventually. there’ll be a time when it gets all messy; it’ll be tough— all you need to know is,” he seems disturbed. his hand still caresses yours, yet it’s not enough to ease the stress. “that I love you, and you’ll be safe,” 

you don’t understand what kind of scenario might be stressing him out that much. the spark in his eyes is no longer visible; however, your confused expression still makes him smile. you tenderly run your fingers through his hair while you tell him all about your favorite show again, hoping to distract him. 

once the conversation turns nice and warm, the coziness makes your eyelids heavier. you hear him talking just when you’re about to doze off, “you’re not an error,” he whispers. you can't help but grin at the absurdity. “you’re a miracle— a gift,” he presses a tender kiss on your cheek. you no longer hear him. you no longer hear the panic in his voice. you don’t hear him praying, asking— begging for you to stay oblivious. begging the god— the technology to not make any more mistakes. 

because you’ve already shut down eight times this month. because your mind, made of zeros and ones, can’t bear with the fact that it’s a mistake— a filthy bug needs to be eliminated.

[headcanon-everything]

bit of a long shot but. any hank 4 nsfw headcanons? i love my idiot blondie

combining a few asks here! nsfw will be under the cut. can be read as with reader or just by themselves

The Hanks Headcanons

I said it in the tags of my other one off Hanks headcanon post, but the reason they say they're gonna be baby Hank's uncles is because even tho their poly, their dumb and didn't want to take away being a dad from Hank 5

Hank 5 and 2 are the ones who like physical affection and cuddling the most

Hank 1 seems like the most intelligent/the leader - this is a lie and he is misleading. he can, will, and has lead them into some of their worst shenanigans

they're numbered in order of when they joined the polycule (1+2 first, then 3, etc)

^thats why 1 and 2 tend to stick by each other more and 1 is better at dealing with 2s anxiety - they've just known each other the longest and have been together the longest

4 is the youngest

5 is the second oldest, besides 1. just has a soft face

1 is the first because he's the oldest, that's how him and 2 decided

age wise it goes 1,5,3,2,4

the first four are all a little closer in age, all being within a few months of each other

but 4 is a year younger than 2, and almost two years younger than 1

all are late twenties-early thirties

they are all orange cats and no I don't make the rules

their biggest muscle is their hearts <3

no seriously though, they all have SO much love and affection

all have their own insecurities, but the others help as best they can

1 struggles with being a good leader and feels unprepared to make certain calls and decisions but feels obligated as the oldest

2 struggles with anxiety and PTSD the most - he was already more prone to being anxious and after Hank 6 he feels guilty because it was his job to check the equipment that day

^not that it was 2s fault - was RedBowl's and there was nothing they could've done to prevent it

3 deals with intrusive thoughts on top of his impulsive ones - gets genuinely distressed at the intrusive thoughts

4 is worried that because he's the youngest that he doesn't bring a lot to the table and struggles with feeling like an individual, especially because he tends to go with the flow

5 is a people pleaser to an extent and will hold his tongue if something is bothering him until someone notices and pesters him to say something

also, 5 is trans and will be a seahorse dad

they're all really great with kids!! their enthusiasm is something kids adore

the best at cooking is Hank 1 or 3, but 3 makes the better mac and cheese, so kids usually ask him to make food

all sleep in a pile

2 makes sure they rest if they're sore and zeroes in on it like a bloodhound

3 has taken multiple first aid classes. originally did it so 2 would feel more comfortable having someone with medical training around but then realized he genuinely enjoyed it

he studies with Farya!

when the baby is born, you can find any of them napping with the baby on their chest at any time for skinship with the baby

1 is the one who makes the custom baby clothes and helmet (not that they ever use it, it's just to match )

still call themselves uncles even after they find out you can have multiple dads, because they still don't want to take that away from 5 (not that he'd care)

yes they will all answer if you just call for "Hank"

3+4 are most likely to ease tension with a joke and are the ones who are best at lightening the mood if something's a bummer

4 has a slight lisp because of the gap in his teeth

take a hiatus once they get the news about the pregnancy from their extreme sports

it's when they decide to work on their own personal goals while also supporting with the pregnancy

Hank 1+2 organize a rotating schedule to maximize at least one person to keep an eye on the baby, both before and after it's born and it's surprisingly very effective

they all lock in once the baby is born and are VERY serious about it

all go to a new parent class. get mistaken as a group of buddies all trying to help a single parent friend and don't even realize it

have to work on their volume once the baby is born; it's a struggle at first

baby ends up being able to sleep through ANYTHING

3 says the baby gets it from him and 4, doesn't care if you try to explain that's not how it works

in my head it's a baby girl tbh

I just feel like they all have girl dad energy

rough and tumble girl dads, but still girl dads

that baby is SPOILEDDDD

1 and 4 are the ones best with having quiet moments with the baby besides 5

NSFW headcanons

it was some kind of drunken dare they all did

(they're all gonna kinda be together and not just focused on 4 but I promise he has his moments in here)

I saw someone say they have their hair down there shaved into their numbers and I think that's hilarious

they all regret it and are waiting for it to grow back rip

moving on from that:

4 is the most sensitive but makes up for it with stamina

3 is horny on main but quickly gives in to following someone else's lead

^also a filthy dirty talker

1 likes to be sensual and strong (also the longest - who said that)

2 has the least stamina but has highest endurance and likes foreplay a lot

5 likes foreplay the most and likes giving more than receiving

3+4 both get really red in the face

4 is the most likely to whine, and goes breathy a lot

1 is quieter than you'd expect and 2 is louder than you'd think

5 will moan the most but not the loudest

3 is the loudest and I don't think anyone's ever argued that lmfao

4 has slight freckles on his face and the most prominent tan lines - these go for the rest of his body

4+5 are the ones to bury their face in someone's neck/shoulder

3 covers his face with his arm if he's laying on his back

[ickytreats]

Thinking about a rich ceo pretty girl and her rich big brother. She had always bullied me for being a bigger person yet I always catch her looking at me with something in her eyes. Today our job had a little get together, the siblings wouldn't stop being all over me. I sat in the middle of them nervously, come on have one drink. Her brother told me as he pushed a drink towards me. I can't.. I don't drink, I give him a soft smile but hear a scuff next to me. Of course the little girl doesn't drink, his sister sips her own drink.

Just take the offer, she leans in closer to me. Not like any other guy will ever offer you a drink again, she smirks and her brother cuts her off. Be nice, little sis! He says but is grabbing the drink he offered me and holding it up to my mouth. I really shouldn't, I nervously try to pull away but she's grabbing my face as he pours the drink down my throat. My big brother is being really nice to you so just take the drink like a good little girl. She makes sure I swallow every drop as he brother orders another one for me.

I'm finishing a coughing fit when the siblings are doing the same thing. They repeat this a couple times till I'm squirming in their grasp. Coughing I try to say I can't drink anymore... I think I'm going to be sick I'm holding on to one of each wrists as I try to stop my head from spinning. Aww, just one more! Her big brother laughs yeah, one more! His sister joins in as they both hold me in place forcing another drink down my throat. I groan and lean onto him as I try to steady myself, how come no one is stopping them? It seems like our dear coworker has had a little too much, she stands up. Well take her home! No worries! He brother stands up as he pulls me into his arms. Even drunk I gasp as he picks me up, wait- he shuts me up by pushing my face into his chest and his nails digging into my thick thighs.

Once we get to their car I try to protest as he brother is placing me in the back seat, I'm okay. Shut up! Eat this. She's pulling some gummies out of her purse and pushing them into my mouth. I don't- she covers my mouth to stop me from spitting them out. Just eat them, once I swallow them her brother is taking her place. Why don't you keep drinking for us? You really seemed to like this one, he forces the bottle on me as I weakly try to push him away. That's it take the whole bottle, she smirks as the alcohol starts to trip down my chin and onto my chest. Once again I'm coughing as they lock me in the back seat. With a dizzy head I try to weakly reopen a door with no luck.

Don't you just love the child lock? She laughs as her big brother starts to drive us. W-where are we going? I whine feeling weird, we'll be home soon. After a while of driving once I'm finally close to falling asleep he opens the back door. I squeal as I'm being thrown over his shoulder. Don't you love how strong my big brother is? Works out especially to carry your pathetic self. I have a hard time focusing on her, her body feels so nice. I feel him grip my thighs and bottom. We'll have our fun right now big bro, I'm being thrown onto a bed.

The sheets are soft and the bed is bed. I can't even focus on it as my body now feels heavy and everything is spinning. Why are you two...doing this? Isn't it obvious? I like you, a lot. And I think that's a stupid decision but I'd like to play too. Before I know it her brother is desperately kissing me. I try to pull away but she's holding my head in place. His touch is soft and almost nervous. While she's already trying to undress me. I'm forced to lay back as he kisses down my neck and she rips my tights off. I jolt when she hits my thigh, look at these. They jiggle so nicely, she smirks before pulling my skirt and panties down.

Her brother is unbuttoning my blouse and kissing my cleavage before pulling me up and undoing my bra. Her tits are amazing, he pants and takes one into his mouth making me gasp trying to push him away. She hit my thigh again, you better treat my big brother nicely! She forces my thighs open and spits on my cunt, make sure you're nice and wet for him. I feel her thumb dance on my clit making me squirm more. I can't...this... My words are slurred and my mouth drops as she keeps playing with my clit. Out of all the girls in the world he chose you, she scuffs again with a smile. He always liked them big, she slaps my cunt making me squeak. Her brother pulls away off my tits, he's sitting on his knees and I can see how his cock strains against his dress pants.

Little sis, please can I have her already. He begs her as he starts to undo his belt, she nods and pulls away. Both of them are now stripping in front of me but I'm too weak to move. I whine when he softly rubs his cock between my slits. Make sure you please my big brother, she says as she grabs my face again. He's been real patient for this, she watches as he brother forces his cock into me. I choke up at the size and stretch, p-please. Fuck she's so tight, he throws his head back as his hands grip my plush hips hard. She's perfect, every inch of her is perfect. He moans as he fucks me, his sister straddles my face letting her own cock fall over it.

Be a good girl and open up, she slaps my face and forces her cock down my throat. The siblings use my body for their pleasure. The bed squeaks every time he thrusts into me and I can barely breath as she lays over me. Forcing me to take her whole as she throat fucks me. She's getting tighter sis...she's gonna cum, he grunts. Make her cum big brother...let her feel that she's our girl to play with now. I squeal around her cock as he forces my orgasm, before I know it they are both pulling out.

My whole body is shaking and I can barely hold myself on all fours. He's pushing back into me while grabbing my bottom. She's grabbing my head and pulling me back down to take her cock. Fuck...big brother you are going to enjoy her head, she moans and fucks my mouth. I'll never get enough of this fat cunt, he moans as he leans down and wraps his arms around me.

She pulls out of my mouth and lets me fall onto the bed as he brother mounts me. He's fucking me desperately as she fits her cock until with a loud moan she's cumming all over her hand. Seconds later her brother makes sure to hurry his cum deep in me. I'm shaking as he pulls out and barely conscious as he pulls me towards him and kisses me. I picked the perfect girl, he says as he sits up and trails his hands down my thick body. I guess you did brother...

[filthygalli]

Dominance

Oneshot: Fem! Reader x Hwang In-Ho

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Warnings: Dom x Sub Dynamic, Dom! Reader, Sub! In-Ho, Probably Sub In-Ho in a way that he would do anything to keep her, Reader knows about In-Ho being the frontman, never ending teasing, yearning, alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 1223

Author’s notes: Not sure if i’ll make a part 2 of this, but who knows.

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The city's most prestigious skyscraper, lay a luxurious penthouse that was a testament to opulence and elegance. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a setting sun, casting warm hues over the polished marble floors and the gleaming chrome of the modern furniture. The air was filled with the faint scent of jasmine from the potted plants and the subtle hum of the city below. A grand piano stood in one corner, its ebony surface reflecting the sunlight, while a floor-to-ceiling window offered a panoramic view of the bustling metropolis below.

Y/n L/n, a woman of striking beauty and dominance, moved gracefully through the penthouse, her heels clicking softly on the marble. She was a vision of sophistication, her dark hair cascading down her back in loose waves, and her eyes sparkling with an intelligence that was as captivating as her smile. She was the epitome of elegance, yet there was an undercurrent of seduction that seemed to follow her like a shadow. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.

Across the room, Hwang In-Ho stood by the bar, his tall frame silhouetted against the setting sun. He was a man of contradictions, his Asian features softened by the gentle curve of his lips, yet his eyes held a depth of emotion that was both intense and guarded. He was a man of wealth and privilege, his suit tailored to perfection, yet there was a touch of vulnerability that seemed to cling to him like a second skin. He was a man who was willing to do anything to keep the woman he loved, even if it meant hiding his true self.

In-Ho's eyes traced the curve of Y/n's body, lingering on the soft swell of her hips and the gentle slope of her shoulders. His breath hitched slightly as he met her gaze, a smirk playing on her lips. "Enjoying the view?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down his spine. In-Ho's grip tightened on his whiskey glass, his left hand flexing as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her. "You know I do," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "But I'm more interested in the view from this angle." He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers, his body language a silent invitation. Y/n's smirk deepened, her eyes flicking to his lips before returning to his eyes. "And what angle would that be?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. In-Ho leaned in, his breath mingling with hers. "The one where I can see your heart race and your breath hitch," he murmured, his voice a soft caress. "The one where I can see you, Y/n."

Y/n chuckled at his words, her eyes glinting with amusement. She poured herself some whisky, the amber liquid swirling in the glass as she brought it to her lips. "You're quite the charmer, In-Ho," she said, her voice a sultry drawl as she finally turned to look at him. Her dominant aura seemed to fill the room, and In-Ho felt a shiver run down his spine. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his. "But I must admit, your work with the island has been quite impressive. You've managed to turn that place into something extraordinary."

In-Ho's smile tugged at his lips as he thanked Y/n, his eyes never leaving hers. "Your praise means a lot, Y/n," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a hint of yearning in his eyes as he watched her drink the whisky, his gaze lingering on her lips as she tilted the glass. He could almost imagine it was his lips she was tasting, not the amber liquid. The thought sent a shiver of desire down his spine, and he felt his body respond to the image. Y/n caught his gaze, her eyes flicking to his mouth before returning to his eyes. "You're welcome, In-Ho," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "But I must admit, I find your possessiveness quite... intriguing." She took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his. "It's not every day I meet a man who's willing to do anything to keep me."

Y/n's smirk deepened as she saw In-Ho's jaw clench, his eyes darkening with a possessive intensity. She took another sip of her whisky, her eyes never leaving his. "You know, In-Ho," she said, her voice a sultry purr, "I've always found it fascinating how much you're willing to do to keep me. It's almost... touching." She stepped closer, her body brushing against his, feeling the tension in his muscles. "But tell me, what makes you so sure I'm yours to keep?" She tilted her head, her eyes searching his, her fingers tracing the edge of his glass. In-Ho's grip tightened on his glass, his left hand flexing as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her. "Because you are," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're mine, Y/n." He leaned in, his breath mingling with hers, his eyes dark with desire. "And I'll do anything to make sure you stay that way."

Y/n's smirk deepened as she heard In-Ho's possessive growl, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear, "You know, In-Ho, I've always admired a man who's willing to go to great lengths for what he wants. But I must warn you, I'm not easily won." She pulled back, her fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "I like to test my lovers, to see how far they're willing to go." She stepped away, her eyes never leaving his, her voice a sultry whisper, "And I must admit, I find it quite... exciting." In-Ho's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and frustration, his jaw clenching as he fought the urge to reach out and pull her back. "You're playing with fire, Y/n," he warned, his voice a low rumble. "But I'll play your game, as long as you promise to be careful." He stepped closer, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips. "Because I can't bear the thought of losing you."

In-Ho's eyes softened as he looked up at Y/n, his voice barely above a whisper, "I mean it, Y/n. I'd burn the world for you." His fingers gently brushed against her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw. "I'd kill anyone who would dare to touch you." His thumb brushed her lower lip, and Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine. She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching slightly. "You're so sure of yourself, In-Ho," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "But what if I decide I want someone else?" In-Ho's eyes darkened, a possessive glint returning. "Then I'll make them wish they never existed," he growled, his hand moving to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, their bodies pressing together. Y/n could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, and she knew he was telling the truth. He would do anything for her.

[softsunnyy]

and what the hell were we?

you thought you and Luke were about to move on to the next stage, but little by little you start to notice certain details, red flags that make you believe that he doesn't feel the same way as you.

🚨 brief description of an anxiety episode; insecurities; broken heart; lack of communication; unofficial relationship; fighting; lots of crying; Luke is a little bit mean in this. 🚨

angst, angst, and tons of angst, but with happy ending <33

heavily inspired by a request and 4 songs i listened to while writing it (friends - chase atlantic; complicated - avril lavigne; danger - bts; let me know - bts)

5,5k words

when you met Luke, it was casual; it wasn’t thanks to mutual friends, a party, an event, or even a hockey game. No. It happened at your previous job, the one you had taken to help a family member. And everything seemed destined to be, because Luke usually avoided small supermarkets with too many people, but that day he had to go, and to his surprise, the place was almost empty, as it was very early on a regular monday morning.

and he chose your checkout line, spoke to you, and everything was so natural. You didn’t ask for a picture or even an autograph, because simply having a conversation like that was more than enough.

of course, you knew Luke, you knew he was famous, because you had seen him on tv, in commercials, and heard about him from your friends, but you didn’t know much about him, and definitely what you saw that day was not what you expected.

in a good way.

and definitely that experience was not what he expected either... so he came back, and you both started talking more and more often, more fluently and for longer periods of time. It was like a natural connection, something that was meant to happen the way it did.

and it wasn’t hard to fall for him, with his sweet laugh, his smile that appeared every time he spoke, his curls under different caps, his anecdotes that had you crying from laughter, and his respectful, warm attitude.

falling in love with him was the easy part.

and you could swear he felt the same, from the way he looked at you, the way he treated you, like you were fragile, like you were the most special thing in the room. You could swear it, so you played along, you accepted the romantic dates, the flirty messages, and even invited him to your home more than once.

you were on the right track, you knew it.

why would you think otherwise?

well, that was what you thought until you started noticing certain details, certain changes in his behavior.

Luke had always been sweet, attentive. God, within days he already knew your favorite food and would bring it whenever he could. He made every small gesture feel unreal, like something out of a romance fairytale.

he touched you gently, looked at you with stars and hearts in his eyes...

so when did it change?

i think it’s important to go back to when you noticed it for the first time.

it was a couple of weeks ago, on a lazy day, when you woke up in his arms, cuddled against his body from the cold air during the night. His chest rose slightly with each deep breath, and one of your hands traced imaginary shapes on his bare skin while a content sigh escaped your lips.

you looked at him, from top to bottom, feeling your cheeks heat up a bit, only able to think about how lucky you were to get that view more and more often; not knowing what you did to deserve someone like Lukey.

at one point he moved his head, his curls getting even messier, and then you heard his hoarse, raspy, completely sleepy voice. “Hey,” he said, slowly opening his eyes, smiling a little, making your heart race, pounding in your chest like it was about to explode.

“hey,” you said back, a little shyly, unconsciously moving even closer to his body, as his hand started to caress your back, transmitting his warmth and making your tension disappear.

you looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, in complete silence, inside the sleepy bubble you were in, feeling soft. And you felt like you couldn’t stop looking at him, lost in the color of his eyes, their shine, in how he slowly started waking up completely.

then a phone started vibrating, first just once, a short buzz that you both decided to ignore, but then it happened again, and again, and again, until you decided to check if it was yours.

it wasn’t.

then Luke stretched, grabbed his phone and opened his eyes wide when he saw that Jack was calling.

“shit,” you heard him say, as he moved away from you without giving you a second to react, quickly standing up and putting on his underwear in record time. “I have to go,” he muttered almost unintelligibly.

“is everything okay?” you asked, genuinely worried by how agitated he looked, like he had seen a ghost.

“yeah, no, i just forgot i had to meet up with Jack,” he said, not lying.

“oh, do you want me to drive you? i don’t mind, and you’ll get there faster...”

“no,” he cut you off, surprising you a little, “i’ll just call an uber or something, don’t worry,” he added, trying to recover his usual sweet tone as he began putting on the clothes he’d scattered around the night before.

“are you sure?” you asked,now covering yourself with the sheets, suddenly aware of the cold in your room.

“yeah,” he said without looking at you, finishing putting on his hoodie and trying to fix the mess in his hair somehow, without even looking in a mirror. Then he went into your bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth, and look as decent as possible before leaving. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? you should go back to sleep, take advantage of your day off,” he said quickly, kissing your cheek and practically running out, without giving you much space to react or say anything back.

in just a few minutes, your home was once again without his warmth, without his energy. And you wanted to tell him that you wouldn’t be able to sleep, that you had already gotten used to him, to being in his arms, but you couldn’t. Then an uncomfortable feeling settled in your chest, something small, that you didn’t notice at the time, but that was the beginning of the end.

your walls witnessed how you pouted slightly, trying to go back to sleep but failing, forcing yourself to get up and try to do something productive at home, waiting to hear that notification sound on your phone, with the special tone you had chosen just for him.

but hours passed before you heard from Luke again.

[...]

then he invited you to a small, private bar, which was almost empty, where you could celebrate your most recent achievement: the dream job you'd finally managed to land after so much time, effort, and study.

you both laughed, drank a little, and stood suspiciously close. Your laughter was sweet, and your head rested on his shoulder, feeling comfortable, safe, while his hand on your waist remained firm and protective.

his chest vibrated with another laugh when you told him another of your stories, and your chest swelled with pride at being the one who made him laugh like that; so honest, so pure.

it was then that a voice you didn't know appeared behind you, making you both jump. Soon, his hand left your body, and you both turned around in panic, as if you'd just committed a crime.

“Lu?” he was a tall boy, with beautiful hair and a huge smile… and confused. “Hey,” he greeted him, not noticing the way Luke tensed, visibly uncomfortable, trying to respond to the greeting as if it were a normal situation. “Hi,” he said this time in your direction, still in a sweet tone, “i've never seen you around here, i'm Ethan.”

you were going to introduce yourself anyway, but Luke beat you to it, saying your name quickly, curtly, almost desperately, causing confusion in both Ethan and you. And you could see that the boy wanted to ask, wanted to know more: who you were, how you met, but the look on his friend's face made him try to divert the conversation.

you shifted in your place uncomfortably, and it only got worse when another of his friends joined in. You felt like an alien, completely strange, and Luke was increasingly distant from you, both physically and emotionally. He didn't even look back at you, as if you were suddenly invisible. But that wasn't even the most important thing for you. No. Deep down, it was how incredibly aware you are that in every presentation, he never wanted to say who you are.

i mean, he didn't even say you were a friend. At the very least.

and that just brought you back down to earth. You're not a couple, not officially. He's never asked you out, and you don't even know his family in person. He doesn't have to introduce you that way... but it feels wrong.

maybe you're not his official girlfriend, but it honestly feels like you guys were long past that stage. Luke spends more time at your house than he does at his, and the trust you have in him is immense. Your heart is completely at his disposal, and according to you... it was the same on his part.

still, you try to brush it off, to justify it. Maybe it's too complicated to explain. Maybe he's just trying to be respectful, not to overstep the bounds.

maybe you're reading too much into this, and that thought alone makes you try to put on an act once again, with a soft but forced smile, and trying not to look too intrusive until you see an opportunity to leave.

this time, you walked home alone. Without him. And without having celebrated what you so longed for.

and you tossed and turned in bed again and again, trying to fall asleep, but failing. Thinking, replaying the moment in your head, wanting to identify if you were overreacting, but your mind doesn't seem to cooperate, and instead it's as if a folder has been unlocked, with memories of every time Luke avoided introducing you to someone, only telling you stories with people and keeping you from getting too close.

and again, you tried to justify it, to defend him, but it still wasn't enough, and when you finally fell asleep, you were accompanied by a deep ache in your chest, like an instinct kicking and making noise to make you realize things.

but... you didn't want to see it.

[...]

then that weekend comes, when one of your friends returned from college on the other side of the country, and as a group, you decided to go out and enjoy a party, at a place where you knew good music was playing, and where you knew you'd have a good time.

you wouldn't call yourself a party girl, but you're not a complete stranger in this environment either. You've been here for a couple times, and while you prefer the idea of ​​going to quiet bars with Lu, you don't mind making this effort for your friend. So you got ready, put on ideal clothes for the occasion, and tried to find courage by looking at yourself in the mirror.

Luke doesn't know you're going out, but he hasn't texted you either, so you just send him a quick photo, asking for his opinion, even though you know you'll be wearing those clothes anyway.

he didn't reply. You already had to go.

upon arriving at the venue, you were immediately greeted by the loud music and overwhelming atmosphere, but a couple of drinks were enough for most of you to start letting loose. After all, this is the perfect time.

and you danced, you laughed, you shared stories with your friends, and you listened attentively to what each of them had to say. It was probably one of your best nights in the last few weeks, and you hadn't realized how much you missed them until now that you have them here with you.

the clock starts ticking without you noticing, and in the middle of your dancing, you notice a small group of people huddled together, so you try to look, to see if maybe it was someone you knew... and then you see Luke, looking fucking amazing, laughing hard, surrounded by a group of guys... and girls. And clearly you weren't the only one to notice, because soon people had started coming closer, either to chat or ask for pictures, and some girls seemed way too comfortable touching his arm, resting their heads on his shoulders, and laughing while taking pictures and videos. Just as he seemed comfortable in that environment, as if it was his thing. As if you weren't looking.

then you both lock eyes, and you see his expression change, how suddenly worried he seems, and you don't even know what face you're making right now, but you're sure it's not a very happy one. So you stop looking at him, trying to keep your friends' attention, because they know about Luke, and if they saw the situation going on... they wouldn't be so happy, and tonight can't be ruined, not for them.

still, you foolishly wanted to believe that when he got free, he'd try to get closer, even if it was to say hello. Hell, even if it was to send you a text. But nothing, there was no sign of him, while you saw him every so often, now with your shoulders tense, your hands a little shaky, and the alcohol wearing off. You feel uncomfortable, you wanna leave, but you know you have to stay, so you just try to hold on, your eyes traveling back to him with every change of song.

and that night you drive home trying to seem normal; making conversation in the car, laughing, singing; but when you close the door behind you, you sigh, feeling the weight of the night, the weight of the secret. And your head starts to spin, so you change your clothes and lie down in your bed, in another sleepless night, staring at the ceiling while your mind begins to fill with questions.

“would his friends have recognized me if they saw me?” probably not, since neither Ethan nor Tyler had recognized you before, so most likely none of them even knew about you. Which is sad, considering your friends know everything about him… except this, of course.

“is that why he didn’t answer my message?” maybe you were being toxic, but you’d noticed it before — how he completely disappeared when he wasn’t near you. But maybe he was just busy. Maybe he’s one of those people who put their phone away when with others, although he never did that when he was with you.

“does he always let people touch him like that?” you know it’s probably part of being a recognized athlete, but it felt… uncomfortable, especially knowing that you don’t have any right to intervene because technically, you’re not even his girlfriend.

and the more questions arise, the more you try to justify him... and the emptier your chest feels, as if your heart knows a truth you don’t, and starts eating you from the inside, leaving you defenseless; confused.

and you spent another night with your eyes wide open, your body trembling and your mind restless, while Luke stayed at that club living his best life.

[...]

situations like that started repeating one after another, making you lose sleep, feel more uncomfortable, more like a stranger inside your own… relationship? and you began to see Luke outside the bubble of love, something that was heartbreaking, because you no longer knew how to get excited, how to miss him, how to feel what you felt for that sweet boy you loved so much.

and you spent sleepless nights, some crying curled up in bed, and others just staring at the ceiling, feeling empty, helpless, and dramatic. While during the day, you grew more distant, with small smiles, a dull gaze, dark circles under your eyes, and feeling insecure.

and Luke noticed, of course he did. He could tell something was wrong. But his own mind tried to convince him it wasn’t his fault, that it wasn’t something he had done, as if all the evidence weren’t staring him in the face. But he also didn’t dare ask, because the truth was a thousand times more terrifying, and he didn’t think he could live with the answer. So he just let the snowball grow, let all the mess accumulate, as he watched the girl he liked start leaving.

then came the day everything exploded, when every idea, every question, every repressed feeling rose in flames and destroyed the safe space you had built in those early days of talking.

and neither of you saw it coming.

that day you simply woke up with a new mindset, a plan in mind, and decided to dress for the occasion; with appropriate clothes, a nice hairstyle, and a self-confidence you thought you had lost.

today, you were going to your first game, with a ticket you bought, and no intention of approaching him… you just wanted to see him.

god, you weren’t even wearing his merch, just basic team merch, like a t-shirt and a cap in their colors. You didn’t even sit near the glass, instead choosing a seat a little higher up, blending into the sea of people.

you just wanted to see him, see his smile, watch him play like you had on video. He didn’t even need to know you were there, just seeing him in his element, free, happy... that was enough.

and you didn’t expect him to spot you, but he did, like you had a magnet that immediately pulled his eyes to you. And his eyes widened, surprised, overwhelmed, suddenly aware of everything around him, like all his pre-game focus had flown out the window in that instant. His hands started sweating, his skates felt looser, his stick felt foreign, the puck didn’t feel the same.

Luke spent the first two periods letting scorers through, letting his team get destroyed like he had vanished from the ice. All while feeling your gaze burning into the back of his neck, leaving him no room to focus. And that led to him being benched for most of the last seven minutes of the second period, as if he still had to fight for his place on the ice — as if all his training hadn’t been enough. And he snapped.

when intermission came, he rushed to the locker room, grabbed his phone, and stormed out, ignoring teammates, staff, and the people staring at him with concern but also disappointment, expecting more from him. And without thinking twice, he went to a more secluded spot, not realizing his brother was following close behind, clearly worried.

Luke’s fingers moved quickly, unlocking his phone and dialing your contact. And you saw the call, but instead of excitement, it felt like a stab in the stomach again… like your body knew something you didn’t. Still, you stood up, quietly left the stands, and tried to find a quiet place, where no one would hear you or give you strange looks.

“yes?” you answered, suddenly shy, hearing him sigh on the other end.

“i can’t concentrate with you here. How did you even get a ticket?” he asked, in a tone almost aggressive, and you winced, feeling insecure, guilty.

“i didn’t know you’d even notice me. I’m not even wearing anything supporting you, Lu…”

“now they’re gonna question me, wonder why i'm playing like shit, and how am i supposed to explain why i can’t focus? they don’t even know about you,” he kept going, raising his voice, running his free hand through his hair. Not even he knew why he was so mad at you, but the words were coming faster than his thoughts.

“is this really my fault, Luke?” you asked, anxious, upset, feeling the whole thing unfair and trying to ignore how much it hurt to hear him say 'they don’t even know about you'.

“yes, no,” he contradicted himself quickly, frustrated. “I didn’t expect you to come, and now i have to come up with some fucking excuse for everyone...”

“Jesus, Luke. Then tell them about me or whatever, but don’t take it out on me because you’re playing badly,” you snapped, your hands shaking.

“no! are you crazy? what am i supposed to say about you? no, that’s not gonna happen,” he answered too fast, and you felt sick.

“is it so bad to talk about me?” you asked, this time in a softer voice, feeling your eyes burn, your head ache, and your stomach turn. This wasn't even about the game anymore, and you two know it.

Luke stayed silent for a few seconds, for the first time thinking of an answer. But his silence was enough for you. So you say "sorry for bothering you" and hung up the call, left the arena, went straight home, not even knowing when you started crying, until you saw tears falling on your clothes, and then felt your soaked cheeks, with dried tears and fresh ones still rolling down like a waterfall.

you felt like something had been ripped from inside you, straight from your chest, and with it went your air, your energy, leaving you shattered, crying against your steering wheel, sobbing uncontrollably, feeling like a fool.

loving Luke had never been difficult. In fact, it had been the opposite, because everything about him had always been charming, like something out of a romance novel. He made you feel safe, made you believe that falling for him wouldn’t be a bad thing, because he’d always be there to catch you. But now it felt like you’d fallen into a void, like that entire image had burned away, leaving behind an incurable emptiness.

you don’t even remember when you got home, but you curled up on the couch, sobbing, feeling your t-shirt cling to your body like it was burning, like it didn’t belong to you, so you threw it to the floor along with the cap, not caring about the cold air, just needing that feeling of freedom… which never came.

you struggled to breathe, started to hyperventilate, with your nose blocked, your eyes swollen, while you felt weak and your hands trembled. You knew what it was, but your mind was foggy, confused, and you felt so dazed you couldn’t think straight; all you could hear was his voice, so angry with you. And then you began remembering every moment, every occasion when the message should’ve been clear.

you weren’t as special as you’d hoped, as you’d wanted to be.

and you used to be so happy with this, with what seemed like a relationship. You wanted so badly to be his girlfriend, to meet his family, to know more about him and have him open his heart to you the way you wanted to give him yours. You wanted to be his, and for him to be yours.

god, you didn’t even need to be his girlfriend publicly, you didn’t care about that at all, but at least to know he wasn’t ashamed of you, of who you are. You wanted to believe maybe he just loved differently, more quietly, more privately, more slowly. Not that he didn’t want anything serious with you.

why did he try so hard if he didn’t want something serious? that’s what you couldn’t understand, and it frustrated you even more, as you sobbed and gasped for air, now sitting on your living room floor, a hand on your chest, like you were trying to keep your pieces together.

you’d had your heart broken before, but you had never felt like this. You truly believed he would be different, that with him, things would be beautiful, healthy, ideal. And you let yourself hope so much, got so invested in this… that the fall hurt more than anything you’d ever experienced.

[...]

but Luke wasn’t doing much better. Because when you hung up on him, it was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him; like every action, every word suddenly caught up and started drowning him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to breathe properly.

Jack appeared behind him, frowning but clearly worried about his younger brother and whatever was going on. Something he clearly had no clue about.

“Luke, what’s going on?” he asked, trying to be gentle, not to invade too much, approaching slightly and watching as his brother stood stiffly, his body trembling. Slowly, he turned around until Jack could see him, destroyed.

Jack didn’t hesitate, he stepped in and wrapped his arms around Luke, hugging him like when they were kids and Lu fell, hurt and crying, scared and thinking he’d broken a bone. Only this time he just heard sobs, and saw the way Luke clung to his jersey, gasping for air. And then the tall figure of his brother suddenly looked like a small blond boy again, seeking safety in one of the most important people in his life. And Jack was willing to be that support, even if it meant missing halftime, or the rest of the damn game.

he gave him time; he didn’t even know how many minutes passed until Luke finally stopped trembling and looked at him. Puffy eyes, a completely red, sweaty face, and his lower lip still quivering. He looked devastated, and Jack was sure he hadn’t seen him cry like that in years.

“i screwed up everything, i really screwed it all up,” Luke winced, trying not to cry again. “I had the perfect girl, and i ruined everything with her.”

Jack blinked, a bit surprised, taken aback, clearly not expecting that answer, but still tried to keep a neutral expression, not judging him.

“why?” was all he could ask, and he wanted to smack himself for forgetting all those emotional intelligence talks from team meetings.

“i was scared to let her in. I’m still scared, Jack. I don’t know how to do this,” he sighed, defeated. “She always seemed so ready for a relationship, to have something serious, and i tried to, but i don’t know how to do it.”

“and did you tell her that?” Jack asked, though he already knew the answer.

“no, i tried to keep going… and i hid her.”

“why hide her?”

“if i introduced her to you guys… god, you’d love her. She’s so sweet, so kind, thoughtful, funny. She’s like a relaxing chaos, and i don’t even know what that means,” he laughed, though there was no humor in it. “You’d really love her. And i didn’t even know if i could promise her a tomorrow where i wasn’t an asshole.”

“so you’re just gonna let her go?”

“i doubt she wants to see me, Jack. I just yelled at her for coming to the game, like it was her fault.”

Jack sighed and looked at Luke seriously, placing his hands on his shoulders. “Luke, i keep hearing what you think is going to happen, but you never talk to her. You never ask her,” he said, losing some of the softness in his tone. “It’s normal to feel scared, but what about her? how do you think she feels? did she even know you were hiding her? or why?” his brother shook his head, letting the words sink in. “You’re never gonna earn her forgiveness or fix things if you can’t talk to her, and you know it. So if you really want something with her, then you have to speak up, man. Make her listen, not to your excuses, to your real reasons.”

and somehow, while his words weren’t revelatory, they were the slap Luke needed to realize how selfish he had been. So he stayed silent for a few minutes, letting the message settle in, thinking about everything he did wrong, but this time, from your perspective.

“i have to see her…” he muttered, dizzy.

“well yeah, but not now,” Jack clarified. “You’ve got a game to finish. Then try to reach out, but don’t force her to listen, because she owes you nothing. If she wants to hear what you have to say, then go ahead. If not, give her space.” He nodded, and Luke nodded back.

and so they played the final minutes, still losing, but that had faded to the back of their minds.

later, Luke had to give a lot of explanations, but he finally managed to leave, heading straight to the car with Jack, who drove him to your place, repeating his advice while Luke tried sending you messages, without any reply.

meanwhile, you had stopped crying, now feeling completely drained, almost unable to lift yourself off the floor, like your whole body was too heavy. And you're completely disconnected from your surroundings, like your phone buzzing repeatedly with message after message.

it wasn’t until you heard the knock on the door that you finally snapped out of your thoughts, wiping your face without improving your appearance much, and putting all your effort into getting up, put on one of Luke's hoodies that was on the couch, and walking to the door, opening it without even looking, too dazed to worry.

until you saw him. Standing in front of you, looking destroyed, impatient, anxious, hopeless, and your eyes widened, burning.

“Luke?” your voice came out weak, and instinctively, you stepped aside to let him in, out of habit. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be...”

“i’m scared,” he said, making you frown, closing the door and turning to look at him. “I’m scared to love you, to let you in and have something go wrong, because everything always goes wrong for me. But you seem made for me, so perfect, that just the idea of losing you feels like burning from the inside. That’s why i tried to keep you out. And i know i was an asshole, that i didn’t think about how you must have felt, how it all must’ve looked.” He began explaining while you listened closely, overwhelmed by the flood of information. “I had no right to treat you the way i did. And god, i understand if you hate me or never wanna see me again, but please forgive me. I was the biggest idiot.”

you stayed silent for a few seconds, processing his rushed words, trying to believe him.

“i justified you so many times, Luke, you have no idea how many,” you said, a few tears sliding down your cheeks again, breaking his heart even more.

“i know, baby, i’m so sorry. I was selfish, trying to protect myself,” he admitted.

“if i forgive you, Luke… what’s going to change? how will you stop being afraid?”

“i don’t know. I don’t even know how to do this, but i know i wanna try. I want you to trust me, and i wanna trust you,” he said, looking into your eyes. “I know you don’t owe me anything… but i really did fall in love with you. I really wanted to call you my girlfriend and make you happy, but i messed it up because i didn’t know what i was doing. So i'm asking for one more chance to do it better. With your help.”

and you thought about it, even with the insecurity still there, though that instinctive pain had faded.

“we can take it slow, Lu. I never wanted things to be too fast or invasive… but i need you to open up to me, to let me know what’s going on so we can make changes, you know that, right?” he nodded, not wanting to cry again, but feeling a lump in his throat. Your gaze softened at the sight of him, and you sighed, lowering your shoulders. “Don’t make me regret this, because i really feel like an idiot,” you said, this time more gently, and soon his arms were around you, lifting you into the air, thanking you over and over.

because change wouldn’t come quickly, and both of you would have to learn, heal, and trust again, both individually and together. It would be a hard process, but not impossible. And the first step was talking about it. And that’s exactly what you did, talking the rest of the night, setting boundaries together, changing things, not starting from scratch but from a safer place.

and maybe a lot of people would tell you not to forgive him, not to listen, that you deserve better or that you’re stupid for falling again. But for you, a relationship is built on honesty and trust, and also on communication. And that’s something both of you failed at from the beginning.

Luke didn’t do this to hurt you, and maybe there’s no way to know that for sure, but at last he told you something, gave you an explanation. And you believe that most people can change if they truly want to, if they truly wanna be better. And that doesn’t have to be everyone’s belief, but it’s enough for you to give him another chance and take the risk.

there wouldn’t be more chances… but honestly, you don’t think they’ll be needed, because with Lukey you really hit the jackpot. Just as he hit the jackpot with you.

you fell once, but now you know the first step, and you can try again. Maybe with a little help from Jack along the way…

[mehiwilldoitlater]

The chains rattle, the candles on the altar are close to their end, and the embers that composed the symbols are now close to ashes.

Darkness awaits, once again an embrace that you learned to accept.

No more litanies to lure you into chaos; silence is the only thing that you can hear. There were some screams, shouts, and sounds of shoguns before, but everything has gone.

His eyes no longer linger towards you, asking you to submit, to accept.

To let him inside you.

And you? You're so tired, so hurt, so scared. And yet you hold on, but to what? What hope still holds your mind against those tides? What strength had not let you succumb to the darkness? You don't know; you just want the pain to end.

The sound is strong, steady against the stone. Footsteps, heavy, big….no, not him, HE'S BACK!

"Emperor…protect me… Emperor, save me from the darkness. Protect me, assist me…" You whisper to a savior that seems to not be listening to your pain.

The footsteps are closer, and your voice trembles.

"Emperor, protect me! Save me and guide me in the fear and night! Emperor"

The door burst open. You start to panic. Your voice is erratic.

"EMPERORPROTECTMEEMPERORPROTECTMEEMPERORPROTECTMEEMPEROR-"

///

The sound wasn't of someone that made the pen slowly roll from his grasp. Roboute was collected enough to not throw it in a fit of anger, but the gesture, the way his fingers twitched…

His eyes stormed between you, his beloved wife, the one last strand of hope and light that gave him enough strength to not let this rotting corpse of empire collapse, and the inquisitor. By his standing, his robes, and the smirk on his face, he must be one of those that, more than being in need of protecting the people from the dangers of Chaos, was more interested in rising the stairs of power. He must have sniffed an opportunity, something big, not questioning himself how dangerously close to the fire he went.

Nicolas Toreikus, inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus, stood there, watching with pride the gaze of shock, maybe anger, and some disgust of the one sinner in the room. But mostly, he was focused on you, sitting there on your chair, your grasp on your papers slowly fading while your expression was of pure paleness.

There were two guards at his side, their hands clasped hard on their own weapons, fearing that one of the Astartes outside the door could burst in and cause havoc. They have all the rights to be, especially when the several captains are in that exact office, looking at them like lions ready to attack at one signal.

"I must ask you to repeat yourself," Roboute's voice was low as a rumble, his nostrils enlarged by his controlled breath. "Clearly this time."

"We have the fear to presume, after attentive research, that someone closer to you, Lord Regent, is in fact an agent of Chaos. And, as I fear, the one is the High Consort, Lady Y/n."

He heard him the first time; he just needed to be sure that the accused wasn't really you. A small crack came from his neck, a thing that happened quite a lot when he was stressed or angry.

"On what basis?" Corpus's voice emerged, static and still, somehow trying to make sense of the inquisitor's words.

"First of all, her history. The story of the sole survivor is, I must say, quite the sob story that could get everyone to let their guard down. But we also have some eyewitnesses of the physical form of Chaos's influence on Lady Y/n."

"Are you suggesting that we could be fooled by such mere tricks?!" Calgar raised his voice enough to make the inquisitor raise one hand to create a physical barrier.

"I'm suggesting that a demon can deceive and use everything in their arsenal to corrupt and destroy. As such, bed a primarch as a harmless baseline and use her body to corrupt him."

"How dare you address the Lady of Ultramar as a whore?! In front of our Primarch, even?!"

The click of guns echoed in one second, and the screech of a chair and massive height of your husband covered the lights of the torch. One step, he needed just one step to rise, take the head of that Inquisitor in his own hand, and—

The feathery sensation of your hand, soft as a breeze, moved over his arm. A second of lucidity and his eyes fell down; the sound of the voices of Calgar and Nicolas was far away. What was there in front of him was your worried gaze. Not for yourself, but for him.

His two hearts started to slow down, and your hand caressed the fabric of his tunic, trying to calm him down from the spite of rage that was consuming him. He couldn't let rage dictate his actions; she needed to step in. He almost plopped on his chair, seeing you scurry towards Lord Calgar, catching his attention and begging him in a whisper to step back. This wasn't his fight, and you weren't afraid.

Cato Sicarius observed, almost untouched, the scene. It was such a strange scene seeing such a small creature such as you being able to calm down the rage of his own brothers and, somehow, still have his own gene-father under your palm like it was nothing. Even so, he felt a curious knot in his stomach watching the Inquisitor, like he was ready to put those shackles around your wrist under the gaze of the legion that had accepted you so easily.

A main reason why he couldn't stand that woman.

While he had given everything for his legion, for the Imperium, without thinking twice. You, on the other hand, what merit did you have besides being just closer to his Gene-father, Guarda?

He couldn't get it, and he didn't want to. Your only presence has encouraged many other battle brothers to…lose themselves in feelings and worse. Yet, this scene was interesting indeed.

You did not flinch under the gaze of the Inquisitor; instead, you just composed yourself and asked forgiveness for your husband's son's outburst and stood at the center of the room, your eyes fixed on the prideful Nicolas.

"Your accusations are serious, my lord. You said you have physical proof."

"I wouldn't have shown myself if those were mere speculations."

"So you believe that my body has…symbols of some sort?"

"So I've been informed."

"Have you questioned my personal serfs without my knowledge?"

"With all due respect, we don't need to ask for your permission."

Which was true, but you were sure that no one ever asked you to be free on a certain day, and no one ever excused themselves more than was needed.

You sighed; your past still wanted to haunt you even where you were supposed to feel safer. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Of seeing you crumble.

You would have given him what he wanted.

"Do you reject the accusation?"

"I admit that I did have signs, but I'm far from being closer to the Chaos and its demons, Inquisitors. I would also prefer to prove my own innocence.

His smirk was even harder to hide; he heard that the heart of the Lady of the Ultramarine was a kind one, more prone to use words and diplomacy than the rude force of the Space Marine of her husband. You were a kind soul, in the eyes of someone, and this was enough proof for him to believe in your guiltiness.

"As you wish, my lady."

He turned around, motioning to his guards to follow him, escorting you away from the security of Macragge, away from one of the captains of the legions, and away from your husband. Instead of a foot, however, he heard the sound of a clasp, soft metal touching the marble, and a gasp. He turned again, facing you, when he himself felt the same rush of confusion while watching you remove with steadiness your garments and your wardrobes.

Robiute moved immediately, rising from his seat while you were untying the laces of your dress. You stopped, only to motion to him to stop, to everyone to stop you.

"I have nothing to hide from anyone, especially from my husband. Lord Inquisitor gave me the chance to prove my innocence." Your eyes fixed on the one, almost mortified of the man, "Then I'll take it."

There was a fire in your voice, beyond the concept of fury or rage. It was the same kind of flame that a warrior shows in the battlefield to show everyone that this is their stand and they do not want to budge.

The back of your dress slowly loses structure, revealing your back and your skin. The signs were there, but not as the inquisitor believed they were. A multitude of scars, the nature of each of them different for one motive than another. A few were branded with a hot iron, the lines clear as the skin was darker in the center, hollowed by a few inches. Others were made with sharp knives; the cuts were deep, and, by the way your skin wrinkles in those angles, it seemed that infections were cured where the marks were infected. Others were small and thinner but deep nonetheless, like they were made by an anunli with long, sharp talons. The scars were made in order, trying not to cover themself up under more wounds, and they seemed to stretching even under your pelvis.

Your hands hesitated once they reached the hem of your shoulders, and the hiss of pain from your lips showed that it wasn't from a recalled modesty or embarrassment. Several bandages covered your arms, covered under clothing were almost invisible to an unknowing eye, and stretched from your wrists to your shoulders.

"I request that you not tamper with your wound, my lady." Corpus demand was unanswered when you meticulously removed the bandages, revealing your freshly operated skin. Not more than a week old for your left arm, the right one seemed to have been healing for less than a month, the stitches slowly disappearing, showing only a small difference in color from your original flesh. The other was still covered in ointments and oils to avoid infections.

There was a solemn silence in the room, burning eyes towards the one that came with accusation. The tension was so thick that it was palpable; the only thing that could detail the passage of time was now mostly the dragged breath of the Primarch, sitting like a statue while he was forced to see the scene in front of him. His hands were gripping his robe, forcing himself to not run towards you and hiding your still battered body. But you didn't wnated that, not now at least.

"You will forgive me, my lord, if I do not show you one scar in particular," you say and fall towards your belly, just a little under your stomach, "but I can assure you that my husband is well aware of this one and does not recoil from it."

As he was aware of each one of those wounds, he counted them once, asking himself how many painful hours you endured in those cells, waiting for an end that seemed like a miracle. You stood there, your eyes fiercely looking at the Inquisitor, his confidence crumbling by the show and the smell of the medicals on your body, your breast covered in simple stray fabric to avoid creating pressure.

"You said that my story is full of'Sympathy,' but I must ask which part is the sobbing one in?"

Is it the one when I get rescued after months of enduring torture or when I had to heal myself from my wounds, in soul and body? And the few that can actually sympathize with me are the ones that are in this room or the ones that face every day a new fight in this war, because they are quite the few I met that could say that they were there."

Maybe it was the mocking tone, like the one you use to explain something to a child, but Nicolas started to get smaller and smaller.

You paused, your hands grasped your arm, the one that still needed to heal from the surgery.

"When they came, the Word Bearers, they did not waltz here like you did. They came, and they destroyed what they could. My planet, my father's fleet, the men that fight to protect our people...the ones that survived ,however, lost their will and mind from the spire of chaos."

The glashes of people you knew, their gibberish and their frantic words, completely lost in their trance, un'alleanza to awake.

"But the heretics did not come to destroy or to gain more followers, oh my dear Inquisitor. They planned for something more! Imagine why they should gather the women one by one away in cells. For what reason are you trying to not harm them too much?"

He quivered, suspecting something. You responded.

"I never got it; I never understood until it was my turn. Until those cells were empty or the ones still there did choose suicide instead of being taken. Then I was alone, no one there, no more crying, only waiting."

"And when I realized, it was too late. I was already there, looking in the eyes of the one that my husband once called brother. He did not come for slaughter; he came to claim a succession…to…claim a…a woman."

You felt your lips trembling, still remembering those eyes, a mockery of kindness, those talon-like hands caressing your face, telling you that you were perfect. That smile that still haunted your dreams.

"These scars…each one of them was made to mark me, to make me fall. I do not know why I did not; I only know that every day was a new pain, a new torture, a new nightmare. He waited for the perfect moment, a connection of worlds and warp to make it happen, to make me the mother of his blasphemy… It was the same day that Ultramar came to reclaim my planet."

Not many in that room were present that day; what they knew was just what was told by others or by the reports from the events. Cato noticed a few wrinkles forming under Marneus's eyes, like he was even able to remember the stench that the ground had collected during the chaotic occupation. They were prepared to launch a message to their allies in order to help the survivors, but no message was ever sent; the population of your planet was completely taken away by chaos or by death.

"I don't know why he did not complete the ritual… What I know is that he…left…. He just left… leaving me in chains, begging for my death to be swift. I learned just later why, still unable to face the Primarch, Lord Guilliman. I was saved that day…"

You felt a hiccup stuck in your throat, fighting to get out. But you swallowed it, refusing to let it out.

"I continued to live…only to remember, to feel guilty. I prayed every day to not be the next, to have just another day, and that was the only prayer answered, because I was left to carry that weight. And I held my scars for it. There's no one day I don't feel the pain of those tortures that I don't endure because I know that many suffered before me and will again. I do not have to hide these signs, because they KNOW every one of them, because they were there when they found me in chains."

You step again, closer. The Inquisitor felt your composed breath on his face but felt like he was staring at pure fire.

"I can accept every insult, everything I can take; nothing hurts me nowadays." Your eyes darted to Cato; he held his gaze with a different look. And then you turned back to Nicolas, now shivering under the pressure.

"But do never, ever question me about my loyalty to where my heart is set on. Especially in front of my husband and my sons."

The silence fell, your breath heavy, trying to recollect. You wanted to scream, to trash, to do something, but you held yourself, refusing to let yourself fall down the stigma of the accusation. Something moved in the Inquisitor; his hand shook when he recollected his hat on his head, and a shaky breath made his voice tremble.

"I…assume that the nature of the accusation was…still needs to be correctly proved. We'll keep our eyes open, in case new situations arise…my lady."

The three men exited the room, and a heavy silence returned. No one dared to open their mouth, no one dared to move, until the heavy chair behind the desk moved with a strong grunt.

"Everyone, out."

"My Primarch, we—"

"Now."

Another moment of confusion. They looked at you; the order wasn't for your persona, too occupied to watch calmly the giant that now stood on his two legs, a menacing aura around himself. The room was cleared in a few minutes, and in the same time he reached you, looking down at you.

His gaze was heavy, his eyes fuming. You hold your own, more calm, just tired of your words. Your shoulders trembled slightly, now full of energy that could punch and slap whoever was near you.

Then, he slowly reached down, his knees meeting the marble, and the fiery gaze was now gone. Eyes full of regrets, worry, and fear for the one that was still fighting in his head. The hand that had killed held the sword of his father and gently caressed your cheek, using only a finger, as if fearing you could crumble at any moment. You reached with yours, allowing him to touch you properly, showing him that you did not crumble. Your attention fell on a small red dot on his tunic, near his shoulder.

"Your stitches, Robo…"

"Don't worry about them…"

He ignored the pain from the patch of skin that had been removed. They planned to set another operation once your arm was healed a little more; in the meantime, they decided to harvest it.

He had given you his skin, hoping to cure your body, but he feared that your soul would never recover. His arms embraced you, ignoring the pain and the struggle, holding you like you were made of stardust and you could dissipate with nothing. Your smaller ones encircle his neck, feeling the small sign of the cut on his throat, his own scars.

His hair smelled of laurel; you loved that smell.

///

You kept on praying, but you couldn't really register what you were saying or to whom you were asking for help. The white noise in your head, your fear that was devouring you, made every sound dissipate in the distance, but you felt it. The scorching heat of the armor is getting closer, and the footsteps are like thunder approaching you slowly.

Was he savoring the moment? Enjoying the torment?

You wanted to beg, you wanted to scream, to coil on yourself. He was behind you, just a few steps. You gasped like a fish, your eyes glued to the stone, and

The weight of the chains dragged your wrist down with a huge thud. Your shoulder screamed for the release of the pressure, and all your weight ended up in your knees. You stopped speaking; your eyes dared to look down.

Something cut the metal.

Then something delicate, like the touch of a feather, caressed your battered shoulders and gently stroked your head. Just right above your vision, something bluish created a wall that separated your eyes from the walls and what the heretics had installed on them, especially the things that had died on that rock surface. Your hands touched slightly what still was on you, testing it with your fingers, and it was rough.

Not too thick and warm. The old vale of your father… No, from the small window of your eyes, this one was blue and had golden strings, creating geometric patterns around you.

A starry night.

And the smell… oils and incense, but you are now used to those. No, the scene that captivated you was more delicate; under the strong tones of the forest ones, you sensed flowers, cut fresh, like lilies. And… laurel, a perfume that calmed your heart like a refreshing gulp of air.

The breath was heavy but steady, filtered in ceramite and iron. Your eyes dared to look up; red, shining eyes, like the ones of a predator, stared at you. But before you could dare to let fear hold you again, his massive hands grasped the helmet. It was different, the same shade of blue as the cape; a golden crown made of leaves decorated the side.

A small hiss came from the helmet, and…

You were dying, and the emperor wanted to gift you. Golden hair, trimmed shortly like small golden strings, and blue eyes that could easily set aflame a world.

Between the golden curls, a green crown, leaves, fresh. You haven't seen a leaf in…how long?

Even if these details reminded you of one of those old paintings of cherubs, his traits were far from the ones of the small angels. His lineaments were strong and sharp, his jaw squared, contracted even.

Under his eyes, some wrinkles emerged, like he wasn't properly taking care of himself.

His looks were utterly worried, studying you, trying to understand. He opened his mouth, like he was going to say something, but suddenly closed it, like he needed to find the right words to say.

"Can you understand me?"

You slowly nodded; he sighed in relief.

"How long have you been here?"

You stopped; you didn't know. Then looked at the candles close to you, the wax completely gone.

"…those were…fresh when I entered…"

He pondered, guessing that you must have been tied there for quite some time. And, by the way your back was scarred, you have been under his brother's clutches for quite some time. He looked at you, precisely at your legs.

"Can you stand?"

You stopped for a second, looking at the wall in front of you. He sensed the shifting of your limbs under the tunic you wore. You raised your leg, trying to pull some strength on your knee to rise, but a cry of pain erupted, choked by the tiredness of your throat. A hand that could have clutched your head and squeezed it like a small grape was fast enough to catch you before your head could collide with the wall.

You whimpered in pain, and you did it again while those hands, with the carefulness and gentleness of a parent, slowly took you, holding you against the warm ceramite of the armor. Under certain circumstances, you would find the contact uncomfortable, but your dullness and the material now wrapped around you allowed you to ignore everything.

Your body started to tremble, fearing a new plot, a new torture, or anything else.

"Steady, little one," his baritone voice whispered. "The nightmare is over."

You looked at him again, the question stuck in your mind.

"…Please…." Your voice trembled, a few hiccups audible. "Please, if… If you want to kill me… Please, be fast… I beg you just—"

"Your demise is not today. Not by my hand or anyone's."

There was such a seriousness in his voice that, for a second, you feared you had angered him, but he suddenly calmed down by gifting you an awkward smile, like he sensed that he may have upset you. How curious he was, you thought, wondering if he usually smiled like that when he was sincere.

A few voices came from the doors. Someone else was there. He gave a few commands that you did not understand, sensing the fatigue finally catching up to you. Before dozing off completely, you were sure you heard him say something.

"She's coming with us."

///

"We're so sorry! We didn't know!"

"We thought they were just some new guards; if we were aware, we would have never told anything!"

"My lady, please! Believe us, they just asked us for signs; we never said anything about the scars!"

The girls were brought to you by the order of one of your sons, and being dragged like that must have made them scared for their lives. They were crying non-stop, repeating the same words, and, by the way they looked, mostly because of the tiredness of your nerves, you wanted to believe them. You were far too exhausted to deal with them, and it was clear that Metricus, the one that had almost pointed a weapon at them while making them enter your chambers, must have taken his job a little too seriously. He was a neophyte, and he wanted to prove himself, but maybe scaring your ladies in waiting wasn't the best of ideas.

"Please," Carina begged on her knees, "don't turn us into servitors!" Don't send us away!"

"Girls, girls, please calm down! No one here is getting turned into anything!" You tried to calm them down, pouring three goblets full of water towards them. They initially did not take the offer, but feeling the scorching gaze of Metricus behind them made them grab those and drink them in one gulp.

"Y-You won't?"

"No! But you can't give this kind of information around like it's nothing. Next time someone is asking about my or my husband's whereabouts, ignore them or direct them to your superior."

"Will you…banish us?" Angelica spoke, fearing that some of the Space Marines could take the chance to avenge you away from your eyes.

"No," you sighed, massaging your head, "too much stress…" And I care for all three of you. So now go back to your duties and…try to not catch too much attention."

Helena, the youngest of the three, took the chance to kiss your hands, still thanking you, mumbling, and still hiccuping, almost tripping in her shoes while exiting, or better, escaping from Metricus.

"You too, Metricus… And please stop scaring them…"

He had just closed the door when another knocking made you sigh again, your migraine now worsening.

"Enter…"

When Cato entered, he was still wearing his armor. Well, you wondered if he ever took it off at all, but many of those who worked under your husband seemed to reject the idea of wearing something more comfortable. He stood there, only the carpet separating you two. A few minutes passed in total silence, which made you raise your eyebrow, quite surprised.

"Lord Cato… No remarks? Not a single silver tongue comments about today?"

He shifted his weight, thinking, looking down.

"…Not even a snarky one? Did my almost naked body make you go silent? Was it such torture that I made you go silent?"

"...You should have punished them. Those girls almost got you into the Inquisition's clutches."

Well, at least he was fine.

"They didn't know any better. They asked them gossips, and they thought it was something interesting to talk about. I had to deal with worse. Anything else besides my way of taking care of my lady in waiting?"

You giggled, almost, but you saw something off about him. He needed just one foot step, then his knee connected with the floor, you almost fear that he had broked the marble with his force, something that seemed natural in him.

That pose, that face… Now you were preoccupied. Never did he accept your marriage with your husband, fearing a possible weakness in his gene-father, and he never stopped reminded you of his disappointment.

As you never stopped reminding him, now that you were married to his Primarch, you refused to move a step away from his side. You were stubborn, and you talked back at him… which he did enjoy, and maybe you did a little too.

But this act, this way of behaving, was new from him to you, but before you could speak again, he had already taken the lead.

"My Lady, I know we had never seen the things in the same perspective. I am a man of war; I'm ready to strike and to speak with my blade before others can. You act in kindness and try to speak with your soul to avoid us using steel."

He never stopped looking down, in his head still presenting those scars.

"And I know I had always voiced my animosity against your union with my Primarch, that I did in fact try to convince others to stay against you, to avoid a futile show of feelings in the ranks. But…"

His voice lost its steadiness, gulped even. Finally, he looked at you.

"My lady, I swear! I would never use such a tactic with you! I would never use an Inquisitor to harm you, to discredit you! I-"

"Cato," you interrupted him. "I know!"

When he stopped, there was a second that you almost forgot who was in front of you. He reminded you more of a kid that tried with all of his strength to convince his mother of his innocence on a small matter, not the warrior that you found almost amusing, proving him wrong every time you got the chance. You almost felt pity when he looked at you with those confused eyes, expecting everything from you instead of that response.

"You're right, we do not see at the same levels. "You stood up from your chair, approaching the warrior and trying to look at his eyes, as much as you could at least," but I did try to understand."

You didn't dare to touch his hands; you were conscious enough to be aware of your reciprocal dislikeness. Still, you dared to raise your hand to his shoulder, and, surprisingly, he allowed himself to be touched by you.

"You have known only war; you respond with violence not because it is the only way that you know, but because you know better that this is a dangerous and unforgiving universe. You know that if they strike you had to strike harder! I…"

Your hands trembled, admit it was hard.

"… I do not dare to believe I know better… I was raised for a life where I didn't need to fend for myself… And I never believed I could end up being your…lady, to be Lady Guilliman. And I learn the reality of this universe on my own skin…"

There was a moment when he seemed to hold a small chuckle for your way of your words, and thank the throne he noticed a curl on your lips.

"…but I learn…that if I can, I want to ease your pain...in the best way I could. I use words because I wish I didn't have to make any of you all reason with your blades. Even if I knew how much I go against your honor… And it's because I know how much you value your honor above all else you'll never use the Inquisition against me."

"…what makes you think this?"

"You would love to humiliate me by yourself, not with the help of those who act in the shadows, dear Cato…"

He laughed; you heard him sometimes, but you never thought you would be the cause.

He rose from his knee, towering over you again like every time, this time looking at you in a different light.

"…I suppose…you can do your part…even if you have no knowledge of military tactics."

"Oh well," you chuckled again, "I suppose I can learn a few tricks from you, Captain."

Such a small creature, so delicate… He had always thought that. You weren't Borneo from Macragge; you were new to everything in the chapters, but you learned. You create for yourself a hole not only in his primarch heart but also inside many of his sons. He was still quite new to it…but he had GetBit now.

You may have worn the Ultramarines insignia quite recently, but you had branded it in your heart since birth.

He bowed himself, his fist on his chest.

"My lady, I must attend to my duty."

"I do not wish to hold you further, Captain."

And, after your own small reverence, the door of your office closed besides him… But the rage in his soul wasn't quenched.

The one that waited outside came closer, reading the silent sign that his summoner was ready to give his order to him.

"Find the one who dared to offend the Legion mother in such a way. Find whoever dared to humiliate her like this… I want them on their knees…make them hurt."

Malum Caedo salute, his voice low from his helmet.

"It will be done."

[bitemefightme]

I love the idea of the quintessence ghoul being part of the infirmary, especially Omega. I think he would be great in the pediatrics/NICU for all the little kits in the ministry. I would love a cute little fic with that idea 🥹

This went a direction that I hadn't expected but I hope you like it. I'm giving my poor boy Omega a chance to HEAL ok?

Omega had originally joined the infirmary team so he wouldn't have time to think about Terzo and what had happened to him, but as time went on and he healed, he found it fulfilling. Caring for others filled him with a warmth he hadn't felt since Terzo.

So, when he was offered a position in the pediatric wing, he jumped at the opportunity.

He loved spending time with the younger siblings of sin. They always brighten his day and being there for them while they recover from sicknesses or even just helping to bandage scrapped knees made him feel like he was putting good into a world that seemed to have so little left in it.

His favorite part was spending nights in the infant room. Seeing all the cute babies and kits sleep peacefully while also being the one to be there when they woke needing a bottle or to be changed gave him a sense of purpose. A feeling of being needed.

Omega had lost count of how many times he'd been told that he'd make a great dad one day. He'd always say that he would much rather care for the ones in the infirmary but what he couldn't say was that he didn't think he'd ever find someone he'd love as much as he loved Terzo to start a family with.

That was until he was called into the NICU. He almost stopped breathing at the sight of the impossibly small kit in Swiss's hands, being warmed by his fire and nourished by his quintessens.

"What... How? It's it... Yours?" Omega stammered as he crept closer, quietly, almost reverent.

"No! No! It's not mine!" Swiss seemed to grow pale at the idea. "I just happened to be nearby and available. They're setting up one of those pre-me pod things for her and they needed someone to keep her warm and well... Alive."

"She's so small." Omega breathed as he gently placed his pinky into the kits tiny paw, smiling softly when he felt her weakly grip it. "Where's her parents?"

Swiss looked away.

"Her mother died in childbirth." Swiss looked down at the tiny life that just barely filled the palms of his hands. "She was human. Humans... You know... They aren't designed to carry ghoul kits..."

Omega nodded as his heart ached. Ghoul kits needed magic during their development in the womb, something that human bodies didn't have a lot of to give.

"And her father?" Omega's hands trembled slightly as he pulled his hand away from the baby.

"They're working on it." Swiss nodded towards the door. "But they've been sending ghouls back to the Pit recently. Anyone that's 'not useful'. She looks like an earth kit so that narrows it down a bit but..."

Omega and Swiss share a look, one that lacks any note of hope, and there's a long pause.

"You want to hold her?" Swiss asked, holding the tiny thing out to Omega. "My arms are getting tired and she should be warm enough for you to hold her for a moment."

Omega nods and Swiss delicately transfers the kit to him. As Omega stared down at her, using his own quintessens to sustain her, he couldn't help the tears that came to his eyes. She was only just born but her life was already marked by loss. Sure, the pack would raise her together but she would likely never know the special bond that kits carry with their parents.

"You know," Omega jumps slightly. He'd almost forgotten that Swiss was still there. "If they don't find her father, she'll need someone to bond with."

Omega wanted to deny. To say that he wouldn't be a good fit for the earth kit, but looking down at her, her little fairy fingers that would be hardened into hooves in just a few hours and her impossibly tiny hands, he could already feel the protectiveness that he'd heard some members of his pack talk about.

"Fuck." Omega felt the tears roll down his face as he held the kit closer to his chest. "If... If they don't find her father... I'll take her."

"Hey, it's okay big guy." Swiss hesitantly placed a hand on Omega's shoulder, not used to seeing the older quint like this. "Here, I'll hold her while you go talk to some people out there and get everything sorted. Okay?"

Omega didn't want to hand the kit back to Swiss but he could feel the way he was trembling and knew it would be for the best if he handed her over, just for a little while.

Omega took a moment before handing the kit back to Swiss, then composed himself just in time for a group of doctors and nurses to wheel in all the necessary equipment needed to keep her stable.

Hours later, the father was still missing, and eventually staff resorted to DNA testing just to make sure the earth ghouls that were still in the ministry weren't lying about the kit not being theirs. When that came up empty the only logical conclusion was that the father had been sent back to the Pit.

Omega got permission to start bonding with the kit. He spent most of his time infusing her with his magic until after a few months she was able to sustain herself.

"Such a little fighter." Omega mumbled to himself as he held her to his chest, over his heart. She was still so small but she was getting there. Putting on weight and getting bigger every day.

Omega almost cried the first time she let out a tiny little bleat. Showering her with gentle kisses and saying how proud he was of his little champion.

And her name. Dark Lord he spent weeks picking out a name for her. He had originally wanted to call her Nike, after the Greek goddess of victory but Pebble was quick to point out that it was also the name of a shoe brand and that she would definitely get bullied for it. So after giving it some thought he came to Bellatrix.

"Because she's a worrier." Omega explained with pride and a wide grin to a nurse who didn't actually ask. "She's my little fighter."

After many months of careful bottle feeding and magic infusion Bellatrix was finally big enough for Omega to swaddle and carry on his back. Supporting her own head and bleating loudly at every given opportunity. Her eyes were almost always open showing off the bright green that came with her earth ghoul DNA.

Omega almost didn't want to go back to working when the time came. But as much as he loved his little worrier he also missed helping the children in the infirmary, so he tearfully left her in the care of his pack when he would leave in the afternoon.

Omega never really thought he'd be ready to move on with his life, but sometimes life gives you a tiny little kit who knows just as much loss as you do.

Hold on wait no hold on. I'm not crying you're crying. I went way too crazy with this one. My imagination just spat this in my lap and left me to deal with it. I'm so sorry if this isn't want you wanted.

[missgraylock]

North and South: Beginnings- Chapter 5: The Night Before

Summary: The clans prepare to get your cousin back, as you find relief in your lover's company. It all seems to go according to plan, until it doesn't.

pairing: reader x non-idol! San, reader x most of Ateez for the smut genre: romance, smut, angst, A/B/O, omegaverse, AU chapter: 5 of many, word count is 2k for this chapter rating: 18+ minors dni warnings for this series: dom! san, unprotected sex (don't do this), oral sex (both receiving) fingering, group sex, breeding kink, pet names (good girl, pretty, etc.), lots of gratuitous smut, violence and blood.

divider by: @cafekitsune

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I had to give this fic sometime to cook, but it's back on. I want to explore more of their beautiful but often complicated bonds and dynamics.

Chapter 5: The Night Before

The house is buzzing. You smooth out your clothes as San holds your hand, guiding you upstairs to meet the newly arrived leaders. A large group of men is gathered around the kitchen table, a map spread out before them. One of the new arrivals turns and spots you and San. He has long, dark locks framing his sharp features, with two small beauty marks at the corners of his eyes, like they were drawn on. He steps forward and bows to you both. “Hi there, I’m Jaebeom. You can call me Jay B—nice to meet you.”

You bow back, immediately hit by a wave of incredibly powerful alpha aura. The man next to him also notices you and offers a quick bow. “I’m Cheol. We’re going to figure this out, don’t worry.” His large, friendly eyes make you feel reassured. San squeezes your hand as you watch Hongjoong’s fingers slide with determination across the map, sketching out a plan of attack.

Mingi and Yunho stand beside you, their nostrils flaring. Yunho narrows his eyes, giving you and San an amused look, while Mingi stares blankly at you—his eyelids heavy, mouth slightly agape. You’re not sure what to make of it, but your cheeks flush.

Hongjoong clears his throat. “To avoid bloodshed, our Plan A is to show up at their door with all our alphas and ask diplomatically for Chan to release her.” Your fingers tighten in San’s grip. “If he refuses, we’ll get her back by force. Not only that—we’ll show the South we won’t tolerate their transgressions.” The rest of the men around the table nod in agreement.

“We shouldn’t assume the Stray Kids clan is acting alone—Chan isn’t stupid. He knows we’d come for her. We need to prepare for other clans… maybe even an ambush. That’s why we’re sending our best scouts ahead,” Hongjoong says, looking at Mingi, who nods back, a bead of sweat trailing down his temple.

“Mingi, San, Minghao, Mark, and you—Jay B—you’re our sharpest,” he continues. Jay folds his hands in front of him, radiating confidence.

“Rest up tonight. We move out tomorrow at noon, once the rest of the scouts have arrived. You’ll reach the border just before dusk. Moving under the cover of darkness is key.” The group disperses as Hongjoong rolls up the map, clearing the table.

Yeosang and Wooyoung quickly fill it with mugs of water and ale, sourdough loaves, cheese, and cured ham—to everyone’s delight. San pulls you down next to him and begins hand-feeding you pieces of cheese. You nudge closer, laughing as he stuffs your mouth too full.

Wooyoung crashes beside you, sandwiching you between him and San. “So, are you two mates now, or what?” he asks, that mischievous smirk plastered across his face. San, seemingly unbothered, grabs your hand. “Yes. She’s mine.” He smiles at Wooyoung triumphantly, who lifts his brows in response. “Ah, then I don’t have to nag. Sweet.” Wooyoung looks at you fondly and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.

As you scan the room, you spot Mingi hunched over the sink, Yeosang at his side. Yeosang soaks a cloth and gently wipes Mingi’s forehead. “Is he okay?” you ask San, who turns to look. “He might be getting sick or…” San bites his lip.

You catch a glance exchanged between him and Hongjoong, and wonder what it means.

“Let’s take a walk outside? It’s getting crowded in here,” San suggests, scrunching his nose.

The day passes far too quickly in San’s company. You’re already anxious wondering how Leliana’s doing, and the reality of his departure tomorrow creeps in, making you feel even worse.

You’re just finishing dinner with everyone gathered around the table. There’s a nervous energy in the air. Wooyoung, Jongho and Yunho are telling stories animatedly, laughing and clapping, while Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Mingi have withdrawn into themselves. Hongjoong joins the laughter, but you can sense his mind is elsewhere. Jay B places a grounding hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder, and you watch him relax into it. Everyone has their own way of handling the unknown. 

You suddenly feel San’s lips ghost your ear. “Stay in my bed tonight?” His pleading eyes melt you. You nuzzle into his neck and whisper, “Can’t wait.” The tops of San’s ears go crimson, and you smirk at the effect you have on him. “Actually, I can’t wait either,” he murmurs, standing up and pulling you with him.

You laugh as you both tumble down the stairs, only to crash into a tall, slender figure. “Whoa, are you okay?” You look up into the big eyes of yet another gorgeous man. They just keep spawning around you. “Yes! I’m so sorry,” you say, still holding San’s hand. “Hao, it’s good to see you,” San says. “Same. I hear we’ve got our work cut out for us?” Hao replies.

You linger as they catch up, stealing glances at Hao’s ethereal features. His nostrils flare subtly, a flicker of concern flashing in his eyes. “Everything okay?” San asks. “Yeah,” Hao replies after a brief pause. “I’d better get upstairs.”

Hao ascends, and San tugs you with him down the hallway. “Hao’s the best scout in the North. He’s incredibly perceptive—can sniff out anything,” San says with admiration. “Mingi’s the only one on his level, to be honest.”

Once inside his room, San backs you up against the door, caging you in with his arms. “I can’t believe I have to leave you tomorrow,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear, “now that I’ve just made you mine.”

Your knees weaken as his mouth traces kisses and nips along your neck. You gasp as his teeth graze your scent gland—it feels like a promise of more to come. Your hand trails down his torso, skimming his taut abs until it finds the growing bulge in his pants. San’s breath catches as you press into it.

“San, will you sit on the edge of the bed for me?” His hooded eyes search yours, curious. “I want to make this a night you remember.”

The anxiety of tomorrow hangs in the air, but is quickly replaced by the hot tension between you.

San sits, chest heaving with anticipation. You position yourself between his legs, still standing, as you pull off your top. His eyes drop to your chest, lips parting as you unclasp your bra, revealing your stiff peaks. He leans toward you, but you place a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back.

“Later. Just relax for now.” He hums in acknowledgment, watching as you sink to your knees.

You quickly unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down, and his heavy length now rests across his abs. You can hear his heavy breathing as your mouth waters at the sight. With your hands on his hips, you lean forward and run your tongue from base to tip. You savor the salty beads of precum, making sure to lick him clean.

You glance up as he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open, his length twitching against your lips. “That feels so good, baby. Keep going,” he murmurs, threading his fingers through your hair.

You take more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head. His grip tightens in your hair, and the wetness between your legs soaks your panties. “My perfect omega… so good for me.” His eyes flash gold as he watches, the outline of his hard length bulging through your cheek.

Encouraged by his pleasure, you push yourself deeper with determination. After a few attempts, you manage to reach the base. The tip of your nose tickles his happy trail, as you’re focusing on breathing through your nose.

“I’ll cum in your mouth if you keep going, baby,” he groans, muscles tensing. “Mhm,” you hum, mouth full. feeling the veins of his length drag deliciously along the insides of your wet mouth. . You work him harder, gripping the base of his length with your hand to match your mouth’s rhythm.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, locking eyes with you as he suddenly grips your hair and holds you against his groin. His length pulses as hot cum floods down against your tongue. 

“That’s it. Take it,” he growls, voice low and commanding. You swallow and swallow as he continues to release down your throat.

Blissed out from pleasing your alpha, you drink and savor every last drop. San leans forward, swiping a thumb across his leftover cum your lips and dipping it back into your mouth. He watches you in awe as you suck his thumb clean, drool slipping down your chest.

“I’m the luckiest alpha in the world. Holy shit.” You laugh at his dazed expression as he strokes your cheek tenderly.

You both shed the rest of your clothes and curl up together under the covers, spooning.

“We’re far from done, you know that, right?” he whispers, pulling you closer. “Mhm,” you murmur as his hand slides to your chest, rolling a nipple between his fingers.

Giving him head has left you a slick, needy mess—utterly pliant in his arms. His hand moves down to your core, groaning in your ear at the wetness he finds.

“You love pleasing your alpha, huh?” He presses two fingers between your folds, sliding them up and down. “Yes, alpha. I want to do it every day.”

San pants in your ear, his length hardening against your backside. “I need you in me, San.”

He finds your sensitive nub and begins pressing against it, rubbing it with the rough skin on his fingertips. “Patience, you’re coming first, beautiful. Let me take care of you.”

You writhe in his grasp as he speeds up, leaning over to capture your nipple in his mouth. He sucks and bites gently, keeping a steady rhythm between your legs.

Your orgasm crests suddenly—you arch against him, but he holds you in place, slowing his touch to draw it out. You tremble as the waves of pleasure spread from your toes to your face, as he prolongs your orgasm for what feels like a small eternity.

“So… good,” you breathe, eyes still closed.

San nuzzles your scent gland, deeply inhaling your scent as he cups your heat possessively. “You’ve never smelled better, baby. I’m going to keep making you cum—again and again.”

You giggle in his arms, basking in his warmth. As his length twitches behind you, there’s a sharp knock on the door.

San pulls the covers over you, as he sits up. “Yes?”

The door creaks open, and Yeosang’s timid face appears. “I’m so sorry to disturb you—but we have an emergency. Mingi’s rut has started.”

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[ghoulangerlee]

i dont have a prostate so ive never gotten a prostate exam so suspension of disbelief on this one please lmao

dewther med kink and copia is there running his mouth but like dew is into it. fingering in this one lads, short and sweet this is part of a tumultuous series of aether being a weird guy with a med kink and making it everyone else's problem.

lemme know if anyone has any ideas for other parts. i have another one that's almost done that's copiaether but its very uh strange

anyway, pls enjoy! im sorry i havent posted much or been around a lot recently!

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"This is only mildly less mortifying with you in here," Dew says, shifting the paper sheet over his lap and tucking it in under his thighs as he sits at the edge of the exam table, legs dangling over it. "I'm not sure why Frater Imperator needs to sit in on my yearly physical."

Copia rolls his eyes and shifts in his chair in the corner of the room, crossing one leg over the other and folding his hands across his knee, "Need I remind you, one of us gets anxiety when faced with doctors," he says, "And you asked me to be here, so here I am."

Dew exhales and crinkles the paper sheet again, looking up at the ceiling, "Yeah, yeah," he says after some time, "You're right. Not the biggest fan of these yearly checkups if I'm being honest." He finally looks down and over towards the door, "At least it's Aether doing it and not some stranger."

Copia snorts softly, "Somehow, I feel like that might be worse," he mutters to himself, but smiles, "I'm sure Aether will make the experience a pleasant one for you."

As Dew goes to respond, there's a knock at the door, three careful raps of knuckles against wood before it opens slowly and Aether peeks his head inside, "Are you ready for me?"

"Yeah Big Guy, lets get this over with," Dew says, shifting the sheet over his lap again, "Sooner we finish this, the sooner I can put my clothes back on."

Aether doesn't say anything as he comes inside the room, closing the door behind him; he doesn't acknowledge Copia, just crosses the room to the sink—the sound of the water turning on and the soap dispenser echo in the silence as he hums under his breath, scrubbing at his skin.

Dew blinks a few times, draws his eyes away from where Aether's shoulders bunch under his shirt—a dark gray button down that's stretched tight across his back. Copia's trying and failing to hide an amused look on his face as Dew finally looks at him, raises an eyebrow and mouths what the fuck?

The sink turns off and Aether grabs some napkins, drying his hands efficiently, and then he steps just to the left and grabs a pair of gloves from the box on the wall, all while Dew watches, carefully, mildly confused at the silence and the distance that Aether seems to be keeping himself at.

"Alright Dewdrop," Aether says once he's finally turned around, blue latex gloves snapped into place on his hands, "Part of your yearly physical involves a prostate exam," he nudges the rolling stool closer to himself with his foot, "Do you know what that is, or would you like me to go through what it is and what to expect during it?"

Dew blinks again, "Oh," he says out loud, his voice sounding dumb to his own ears and well, behind him, Copia snorts and it makes him want to reach back and shake the man, "No, I know what it is and what to expect. I just didn't expect you to jump into it so fast."

The corner of Aether's mouth twitches upwards into a smile, "You did say you wanted to put your clothes back on soon," he points out gently, lowering himself down onto the stool, "I'm only moving things along." He rolls closer to the exam table, "Now, if you're ready, please stand up and lean over the bed, however is most comfortable for you, of course, just make sure your feet are at least shoulder length apart."

"Right," Dew says, still thrown off by this weird, uncanny valley version of Aether that almost makes him wonder if Copia told him to act like this to mess with him. "I'll do that," he mumbles and drops down to his feet, keeping the sheet bunched around him as he turns around and faces the bed.

Copia's grinning at him, looking for too amused for so early in the morning and Dew just bares his teeth at him as he leans over on the table, bracing himself on his elbows and widening his feet, feeling oddly exposed even though both of the men in this room have seen him naked numerous times.

"Well done," Aether says gently, and then he's taking the sheet and moving it aside, baring Dew's entire naked body to the room, "Next, you're going to feel my fingers, no lubricant yet, I won't push in, I'm just feeling for any abnormalities or anything that's of concern," he murmurs, keeping his voice low as he rests one hand on Dew's lower back.

Dew huffs out an answer, something affirmative, and shifts his stance, letting his head drop down because he can't stand the idea of Copia watching him anymore as he feels the press of gloved fingers against his hole, a gentle yet firm touch.

Aether doesn't seem to linger, keeps it almost clinical and Dew has to talk himself out of wanting to rock back on his toes when he feels an almost too firm press right against his rim, the low hum Aether lets out isn't concerning but the way his own body reacts to it is—something akin to shame bubbling up in his chest when he feels his cock start to harden.

"Alright Dewdrop," Aether says, and Dew has to stop himself from sinking to his knees in relief when the touch pulls away. "I'm just going to grab some lubricant, and then I'm going to put some on my finger and gently insert it. If you feel any extreme pain or discomfort please let me know."

Dew mumbles another affirmative, listening as Aether shuffles around behind him, a drawer opening and the rustle of something, he tunes it out as he looks up at Copia—Copia who's grinning at him still, who has a bit of a flush across his cheeks.

"What are you looking at," He grumbles, bracing himself when he feels Aether's hand go back to his lower back again.

Copia mimes zipping his lips, teeth digging into the skin of his lower lip and making it flush a little.

"It may be a little cold," Aether murmurs, a warning.

Dew inhales sharply—its not cold, really but it's shocking, the latex and the lubricant is a weird sensation, and he flexes his toes against the floor as he feels the tip of Aether's finger press into him��he thinks fleetingly that Aether is going to stop and let him get used to it, so sudden and shocking, but he doesn't, just keeps pushing and pushing and pushing until Dew can feel the knuckle of his finger flush against him.

"Are you okay?" Aether asks finally, only after flexing his finger a bit, palpating his insides the tiniest amount, "Deep breaths for me, alright?"

He inhales, deep and sharp as he looks up again, and Copia is closer now, having scooted his chair further into the room, his hand is on the bed, near Dew's, palm up and open, waiting—he takes it holds on tight and tilts his head into their clasped hands, forehead nudging their fingers.

"Just breathe, don't tense up," Aether's saying behind him, murmuring, still palpating his finger every so often, decidedly not against his prostate.

"Guh," Dew manages, though it's not much, taking deep breaths in through his mouth and out through his nose until he feels his body untense.

Aether's hand, the one on his back, rubs a broad circle along the center of it, murmuring soft praises for several moments, and then, "Alright, now I'm going to press my finger into your prostate. I'm going to do this in little increments. If you feel anything painful or uncomfortable just let me know."

Dew nods, doesn't trust his voice, and squeezes Copia's hand tighter when Aether starts moving his finger, curls it a bit, presses forward and oh he can't help the gasp that he muffles into Copia's sleeve, taking the cloth between his teeth and biting down on it as he presses his toes so hard into the floor he can barely feel them.

"Right there," Aether says, voice sounding normal, oh so normal, as if he doesn't have Dew already feeling on the edge just from a little petting and a single finger. "Nothing to note about the feel. No anomalies." He presses again, a bit harder.

Dew shuts his eyes and nearly moans out loud, rolling his forehead against their conjoined hands.

"Dewdrop, can you turn your head and cough for me?"

The words don't register at first, it takes him several minutes to realize that Aether's even said something, "Hm?"

"Turn your head and cough," Copia says, amused, "Let Aether get on with the exam."

Dew makes a noise, "Fuck you," he mumbles around a mouthful of Copia's sleeve, "Give me a minute."

Aether waits patiently, doesn't push and eventually, Dew unlatches his teeth from Copia's sleeve, turns his head, feels Aether's finger press a bit firm against his prostate and he moans, loud and open into the room, his cock hard and heavy between his legs now.

"...not quite a cough," Aether says lightly, some amusement in his voice, "A cough please," he prods gently, nudging the tip of his finger against Dew's prostate again.

Mortified, Dew drops his head against the table and his and Copia's hands and after several minutes of trying to convince himself he doesn't need to wiggle his way out of this and just leave, he manages to cough, loud and fake to his ears but it makes Aether do that hum thing again and he feels like he's accomplished something positive out of this situation at least.

"Thank you," Aether says, and Dew thinks it's finally over, he'll be able to leave this situation with some dignity intact, but instead of pulling his finger out and moving away, Aether presses Dew down against the bed with the hand on his lower back. "Now relax," he murmurs, voice low and smooth.

Copia's grinning again, and Dew wants to ask him why, wants to question it, but quick and efficient, the hand on his back moves—but only for a moment before it's back and then he feels it, another finger pressing into him in the same manner as the first—slippery with lubricant and thick, unyielding as it pushes and pushes and pushes.

Dew groans out loud again, can't help but try to rock up on his toes to either get away or push back into the touch as Aether pets at his insides with two fingers now, pressing and rubbing at his prostate with a laser focus that has him feeling breathless, hurtling towards his end faster than he expected.

"Oh—I—augh," he tries to get out, a warning maybe as he feels his cock kick, focuses on the way Aether's pressing insistently at his prostate over and over and over until a sharp, short scream tears its way out of his mouth, heels coming off the floor as he comes so suddenly it knocks the air out of him, his vision going a little fuzzy around the edges, tears welling up in his eyes at the intensity of it.

"Good boy," Aether murmurs, finally sounding more like himself, petting his gloved hand down Dew's back as he leaves his fingers inside him for a moment to give him something to clench around as he fights to come down from the sudden and quick orgasm.

"He's really good at that," Copia says with a little laugh, leaning in close to brush a kiss over Dew's sweaty temple, "The medical exam part and the part where he makes you come afterwards," he mumbles, combing his fingers through Dew's hair.

"Satan, you are such a pervert," Dew manages to mumble, but who he's talking to he's not sure, leaning into Copia a bit. "My legs feel like jelly."

Aether hums softly, waits for several more moments before he withdraws his fingers, and there's the snap of latex as he removes his gloves, but then his hands are on Dew again, bare this time as he maneuvers him back up onto the exam table, "Rest," he says, there's humor in his voice, fondness, and then he comes around the side of the table, drops a kiss into Copia's hair before turning his attention on Dew.

"You horrible, horrible man," Dew mumbles, "I'm going to be conditioned to get hard anytime I have a doctor shove a finger up my ass now," he says, half complaining, even as Aether leans over and presses a soft kiss to his cheek, his jaw, "Am I going to have to have an actual yearly checkup done at a later time? Was this some dirty roleplay for you?"

Aether snorts softly in amusement and cuts off his questioning with a kiss, sweet and gentle, "Don't worry, you passed the exam, you're due again next year. I'll do it." He smiles at him, "And no, this is not just some dirty roleplay," he wrinkles his nose a bit, "I wanted to make it less anxiety inducing for you. That's all."

It's touching, even if Dew's sure his legs are going to shake for the rest of the day, "You're very sweet," he says, reaching out and grabbing a handful of Aether's shirt. "Kiss me again, and then I want my clothes. I feel like there was something freaky that happened between you two that started this whole thing and I want to get cleaned up, get out of here, and then I want all the dirty, disgusting details about Copia's very obvious doctor kink. With a demonstration."

Aether laughs but eagerly complies.