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loveesiren · 1 day ago

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𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 (𝖯𝗍. 1)

Thanos x american!reader

synopsis: Y/n didn't want to like the asshole that was Choi Su-Bong, but his devilish charm pulled her in. She felt comfortable in his presence and she couldn't deny it. Besides, you could die at any moment, right?

warnings: language, mention of drugs and overdose, mention of suicide attempt, fast burn, death obvi

wc: 2.9k+

As you made your way to the arena, you couldn’t help but notice you were the only American there. Fuck, you thought. However, as the announcements came over the speakers, you were able to piece a few words together. The game was straightforward: Red Light, Green Light. A game you had played back in the courtyard in grade school. Easy.

But before the game started, a man began yelling frantically. You only caught a few words. You’d only been in Korea for a year, and the language was still so new. Despite your dad teaching it to you throughout your life. But you could tell whatever this man was saying couldn’t be good.

“He’s saying we’re all going to get shot if we move,” the purple-haired man beside you whispered. “Dude’s crazy.”

“You speak English?”

“Am I not speaking it right now?” he replied sarcastically. “Look, the game is simple. You—”

“I know how to play,” you snapped back.

The purple-haired boy shut his mouth with a cheeky grin. And with that, the game began.

“Green light!” the doll said as its face turned away. You began to move forward. The crazy man was still yelling aggressively, telling you to freeze and hold as still as possible.

You played the game correctly the next few rounds. You weren’t dead yet, right? You noticed a bee land on the girl in front of you.

“What’s that?” She asked nervously.

“Don’t move…” You replied.

“You’ve got a bee on you,” the purple-haired boy said.

The girl in front of you began to scream and jump around, shaking the bee off of her. “Oh shit, I guess I just moved, didn’t I?” she laughed.

Before you could process anything, a bullet whizzed through the air, striking her right in the back of the head, killing her instantly. Blood splattered on you and the boy, and you held your breath, too afraid to move.

People began to run and scream as they noticed what happened, but you remained still and wide-eyed, a tear slipping down your cheek.

The announcer repeated the rules of the game after the massacre that had just happened behind you. The doll turned around once again and said, “Green light!”

You were still frozen with fear. “I’m Thanos,” the purple-haired boy said as he grabbed your hand.

“Y-Y/n,” you responded with shaky breaths.

“Y/n.” He repeated your name, pulling you out of view from the doll. “Stay behind me, alright?”

“Okay,” you managed, before the doll spun its head again, “Red light.” You clung to Thanos’ hoodie, bunching up the fabric in your fists as you tried to steady your breathing.

Before you knew what was happening, he had shoved the person in front of him, causing a domino effect of people to fall. He looked proud of himself, and you were appalled.

“Thanos, what the fuck?!” you gasped.

“Shhhh.”

“Green light!” the doll said, and Thanos pulled you forward with him. He seemed almost like he was having fun as he pulled you through each round, still guarding you with his body every time “Red light” was called.

Finally, the finish line was in sight. There were people who had already made it and people getting shot behind you. All of it was too overwhelming. When the doll finally announced “Green light,” you allowed Thanos to pull you across the finish line, falling on top of him as he did so.

“We’re safe! We’re good!” he said with a smile as he held you close to him. You hadn’t realized the way you had been clinging to him for protection. When you came to, you stood up.

“Why would you do that?! Why would you push those people?!”

“It’s a game, señorita,” he smiled.

He was right. It was a game. A game for your lives. But that still didn’t give him the right to dictate the outcome of others. You were overwhelmed with emotions and felt like you were going to vomit. You ran to the corner of the arena to be alone, covering your ears as gunshots rang out amongst the final few people trying to cling to survival.

And soon, the game had ended.

“Y/n,” Thanos’ deep voice rumbled softly behind you, an unusual gentleness in his tone. “I’m sorry.”

“Leave me alone!” you screamed, your voice cracking as you bolted toward the exit. You didn’t look back, following the others streaming out of the arena, their faces pale and haunted.

Back at the dormitory, you retreated to your bed, pulling the thin blanket over you like a shield. Your chest heaved with suppressed sobs, but no tears came. The sterile air of the dorm felt suffocating, thick with despair.

A while later, the pink guards entered, their commanding presence silencing the room. They made an announcement in their clipped, robotic voices. From what you could piece together, it was a choice: stay in the game or walk away.

The man who had been frantically screaming earlier—warning everyone they’d die—was the first to vote. His trembling hand pointed to the X. He didn’t want to play anymore and he urged others to vote the same.

When your turn came, your heart pounded in your chest. The memories of the arena—of the screams, the blood, the chaos—rushed back, threatening to drown you. You didn’t hesitate. You voted X. The guard handed you a red patch with an X on it, the fabric feeling heavier than it should as you pinned it to your hoodie. Silently, you joined the others who had chosen to leave.

As you moved to the right side of the room, your eyes met Thanos’. He stood at the front, his broad shoulders tense. He voted O. Of course, he did. Your chest tightened as he glanced at you, a fleeting look of remorse flashing across his face before he joined those who had chosen to stay. You bit your lip, fingers instinctively reaching for the small dolphin pendant around your neck. Your father had given it to you when you were ten, during a trip to SeaWorld. It was one of your happiest memories. Now, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever see him—or that simple, joyful life—again.

Later that night, unable to sleep, you wandered to the bookshelf in the corner of the room. To your surprise, a few books in English were tucked among the volumes. You chose a romance novel, something light to distract you from the heaviness pressing on your chest.

“Señorita, excuse me?” A familiar voice broke the silence.

You froze, closing your eyes briefly before turning. “What do you want, Thanos?”

He hesitated, his towering frame oddly hesitant. “I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize?” you repeated, your voice cold. “Thanos, people died because of you. How can you even begin to apologize for that?”

His jaw clenched, his hands fidgeting with the silver cross around his neck. “I-I wasn’t thinking, okay?”

Your gaze dropped to the cross he kept fiddling with, the sight sparking recognition. “You’re hiding drugs in there, aren’t you? You weren’t thinking because you’re high.”

His head snapped up, his brows furrowing. “What? How did you—?”

“My brother had the same kind of cross,” you said, your voice flat. “He used it to stash his pills.”

Thanos’ lips twitched into a humorless smile. “Smart guy.”

“He’s dead now,” you replied sharply, cutting off his attempt at levity. “Overdose.”

His face fell, guilt painting his features. He rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. “I just keep screwing everything up, don’t I?”

“Yeah,” you said, brushing past him. “You really do.”

“Y/n, wait.”

You stopped mid-step, your body betraying you. But you didn’t turn around.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, his voice softer this time. “For everything. For what I did in the game, for the drugs… for being a complete idiot. I mean it.”

Silence stretched between you. Then, he added with a faint chuckle, “I swear I’m not normally this bad at talking to pretty girls.”

A reluctant smile tugged at your lips. You shook your head, a small laugh escaping before you walked away. You didn’t look back, but Thanos stayed rooted in place, watching you go, a lopsided smile on his face. For the first time in a long while, you felt the faintest flicker of hope—fragile but alive.

Over the next few days, you tried to focus on reading, but it was futile. Thanos’ constant glances from across the room unsettled you, and the looming fear of when the next game would start made your stomach churn. Every second felt like an eternity.

Finally, the guards came to collect you on the third day. The air turned heavy as you followed them silently through the endless halls and staircases to the arena. The game was announced, but your mind struggled to process the words. All you caught was the time limit: 10 minutes to form a team of five.

Panic set in as you scanned the room. Most players barely spoke English, and the few who did were already huddled in groups, or, with Thanos. The crowd of 365 players felt suffocating. You reminded yourself there was still time. You would find a team—somehow. Someone would need you eventually.

From across the room, Thanos’ gaze locked onto yours. You sighed, swallowing your pride as you approached him. His soft smile as you drew near made your chest tighten unexpectedly.

“Thanos?”

“Hello, gorgeous,” he greeted, his voice dripping with that infuriating charm.

“T, just tell me what the game is. Please…” you said, your tone sharp.

His smile widened at the simple nickname, but he obliged, explaining the rules clearly. You thanked him, turning to continue your search, but before you could take a step, his warm hand closed around yours.

“You’re playing with me,” he said firmly. “You’ll be safe with me.”

His confidence left you momentarily speechless. Something about the way he said it—the way his hand lingered on yours—stirred a strange feeling in your stomach. Unable to argue, you nodded and sat beside him.

His friends, however, were less welcoming, especially Nam-gyu, who didn’t bother hiding his disdain. “Why do we need her?” he grumbled. “She’ll just slow us down.”

“English, Nam-gyu,” Thanos snapped, his tone sharp. “She’s on our team. Deal with it.”

“I can pull my weight,” you said, lifting your chin. “I’m good at ddakji. My dad taught me.”

“Your dad?” Thanos asked, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Do they play ddakji in America?”

“He’s from Korea,” you explained, a small smile playing on your lips.

Thanos nodded, his gaze softening. “Then you play ddakji.” he said with a warm smile.

When it was your turn, your nerves were palpable. You took a deep breath and threw the paper square. It hit the target but didn’t flip. You tried again, but this time, you missed entirely.

“Why’d you let this American broad join us?” Nam-gyu hissed, his voice dripping with contempt.

“Shut up!” Thanos barked, slapping the back of his head. Turning to you, his voice softened. “Y/n, you’ve got this. Deep breaths, yeah?”

His calm demeanor grounded you. Nodding, you steadied your hands, exhaled deeply, and threw again. This time, the paper flipped perfectly. Relief washed over you as your teammates cheered, Thanos’ grin wide and proud.

The rest of the team took their turns, with a mix of successes and fumbles. Nam-gyu’s performance, predictably flawless, earned him his smugness. But it was Thanos’ round—Jegichagi—that held everyone’s breath. He nailed it with a shaky but triumphant five kicks, securing your victory just as the timer ran out.

Cheers erupted as the guards untied your feet. “We did it!” you said, unable to contain your excitement. Without thinking, you jumped into Thanos’ arms. He caught you effortlessly, spinning you around with a laugh. When you realized what you were doing, you quickly pulled back, your cheeks burning. Thanos’ sad smile lingered as you retreated, but his eyes sparkled.

The rest of Thanos’ crew surrounded him, shaking him excitedly and shouting in celebration, but his eyes remained locked on you. Even in the chaos of victory, his focus didn’t waver, leaving a warm, welcoming sensation in your chest. You shouldn’t like him. You didn’t want to like him. But the tingling in your body betrayed you.

When the guards opened the doors, you and the others were ushered back to the dormitory. Thanos’ posse broke off toward their makeshift corner, their laughter trailing behind them. Before they could disappear entirely, Thanos turned and called over his shoulder, “Come with us.”

You hesitated, glancing toward Nam-gyu, whose glare could burn through steel. “I don’t think your friend likes me very much,” you said, gesturing subtly in his direction.

“Nam-gyu’s a dick,” Thanos replied bluntly, a crooked grin softening the harshness of his words. “I want you on our team.”

His casual confidence was infectious, and despite yourself, you smiled. “Okay,” you said, allowing him to take your hand and guide you toward the steps. You sat down, Thanos settling a step below you. He leaned back against your leg, his arm draped protectively around your knee, a silent claim that said she’s with me.

“So,” Se-mi asked, her tone light, “where in America are you from?”

“Las Vegas, Nevada.” you replied. “I grew up there but moved to Korea about a year ago.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of that place!” She cooed. “Sin City.”

“Yeah, it lives up to its name.” You chuckle.

“You said your dad is Korean?” Nam-gyu interjected skeptically. “You don’t look Korean.”

You bit back a sigh, already tired of his attitude. “My dad’s technically American. He was adopted by a Korean couple—my grandparents. He grew up here before he went to college.”

“Is that where he met your mom?” Thanos asked, his thumb lazily brushing the skin of your ankle in a gesture that felt far too intimate for someone you barely knew. But you welcomed it.

“Yeah,” you said, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips as you thought of your mother. “He wanted to reconnect with his culture, so he studied abroad and met her. They fell in love, got married, and had me and my brother.” Your voice faltered at the mention of your brother, but you forced the smile to stay.

“Is your whole family here now?” Min-su asked gently.

You shook your head. “No. My parents divorced when I was thirteen…”

“What about your brother?” Se-mi prompted.

“He… he, uh…” Your throat tightened as the words caught.

“Stop it,” Thanos cut in sharply, his voice brooking no argument. “Let the girl breathe.” He stood and extended a hand to you. “I need to talk to Y/n. Alone.”

Relieved, you took his hand, letting him pull you toward the quiet corner near the bookshelf. You sat beside him, and he took your hand again, the warmth of his touch making your breath hitch.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “About your parents. Your brother.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered, though you both knew it wasn’t.

He studied your face for a moment before asking, “Why are you here, Y/n?”

You hesitated. It wasn’t something you liked talking about. “My dad is sick. He needs treatment, and I… I don’t have another way to pay for it. My grandmother is struggling with money and I…” You looked away, embarrassed by the raw vulnerability in your words. “What about you?”

Thanos let out a heavy sigh, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’ve done a lot of bad things. I used to be a rapper, I had a lot of fans, but everything I’ve ever done has been a disappointment to my family.” He paused, his eyes darkening. “Before this, I was on a bridge, ready to jump. Ready to end it. Then this guy gave me a card and said I could turn things around. So I came here.” His gaze softened as he looked at you. “And I’m glad I did. Because I met you.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, and you found yourself smiling despite the weight of the conversation. “I’m glad I met you too, T. And I’m glad you didn’t kill anyone today!” you teased, hoping to lighten the mood.

Thanos chuckled, shaking his head. “I won’t. Not unless I have to—to protect you.”

The conviction in his voice sent a strange flutter through your chest. “T… I think I need to stay for one more game. My dad needs me to finish this.”

He gave you a long look before pulling you into a tight embrace. “You’ll be safe with me,” he murmured.

As the remaining players trickled back into the dorm, you and Thanos talked. For the first time, you shared the pieces of yourself you usually kept hidden: your cheating mother, the messy divorce, your father’s illness, and your brother’s death. In return, Thanos opened up about his abusive father, his dreams of making his mother proud, and the way he’d been struggling with drugs and depression for years. By the time the dorm was full again, you no longer saw him as just a cocky survivor. He was someone who had been to the edge of despair and chosen to fight his way back.

When it was time to vote, Thanos’ arm draped lazily over your shoulder as your fingers traced the tattoos on his hand. His presence steadied you as the guard called your number. Before you stood, Thanos leaned close, his lips brushing against your temple. “Remember, I’ll always take care of you,” he whispered.

His words echoed in your mind as you cast your vote: O. The guard handed you a new patch, and for the first time, you felt confident.

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etherealrin · 13 hours ago

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PLEASE more rin x reader with the friends to lovers trope

₊˚⊹♡ 0x1=lovesong?!

the three times your childhood best friend itoshi rin realizes that he loves you + the one time he says it

warnings: none // wc: 3.8k

note: hai i hope this delivers what you wanted! fic + title loosely inspired by txt's 0x1=lovesong. female reader, kinda messy writing & ik that sae returns to japan when its winter but i make the rules here so it's actually summer. badly proofread!

one.

the first time itoshi rin met you was when he was a toddler, on a sunny, cloudless day at the park.

rin stared dejectedly at the bright green, now malformed, chunk of plastic he held in his tiny hands. it had previously been a dinosaur figure, possibly his favorite one so far too.

of course he had to break it and ruin the fun for himself.

rin's head whipped around, left, right, left, right—he was looking for comfort, in the form of his older brother sae—who was nowhere to be found. it dawned on him that even then, in a bustling playground full of lively kindergarteners, itoshi rin found himself alone. a zero in a world of ones.

as he sat there on the sidewalk, mourning his latest tragedy, the last thing he expected was for a little girl to approach him.

"hi," you said shyly. rin tore his gaze away from the broken pieces of his toy and looked up at you, curiousity in his eyes. you were pretty, he thought immediately. although you were both barely four, there was a simple elegance in the way you held yourself, and an obvious kindness in your delicate features. he wondered why you had chosen to approach him when so few of his peers ever did.

"hi," rin repeated back at you, exhaling sharply.

"um, do you want to play family with us?" you stuttered a little as you asked, motioning to three other children behind you. even at the age of four, rin's teal eyed gaze was still piercing. "we need someone to be the dad."

you wanted him to be the dad? rin rarely recieved invitations to play with other children, let alone was he well-versed in this game called family. but for some strange reason, he really wanted to try it. maybe it was because of you. you who had noticed his despair and tried to save him, in your own way.

"okay," he said decidedly, looking at you and your group of friends with wide eyes.

"yay! we can play for real now!" you squealed to the kids behind you. "my name is l/n y/n," you stated, staring at him expectantly. oh. you wanted to know what his name was.

"itoshi. itoshi rin."

"okay itoshi-chan, let's go!" and then you were dragging him off to the playstructure and under the slides, where your "house" was.

"just rin is okay," rin blurted out. "i have a brother so itoshi is confusing anyway."

"okay, rin-chan it is then! let's be friends!" your joyful grin made rin's tiny heart twist with a feeling he didn't understand. why did it make him so happy to be wanted by you? why did you even want to be his friend in the first place?

"alright!" he replied with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

rin doesn't remember much else from that day, but he knows that it was one of the better memories he holds from his childhood.

two.

a lot had transpired since that fateful day at the park, and the two of you were attending the same junior high as first-years. somehow, you had wound up in a majority of the same elementary school classes as well, thus you and rin formed a tight-knit friendship. twelve year old rin was going through somewhat of an edgy phase (that he never really grew out of.) hence, he was also going through a period where he was even more tight-lipped in class, despite his growing popularity. recruited by his older brother sae, rin had fallen into the clutches of soccer since first grade, and he had something that could only be described as a genius talent for the ball game. he was the only first-year who had made the soccer team, and rumors were that he was likely next in line for the position of captain, which was usually exclusively given to third years. he had soccer practice almost daily now, and you had art club after school, meaning your schedules aligned. as soccer practice often ran late, you developed a habit of making your way over to the fields after art club was finished to wait for rin. then the two of you would walk home together. rin never put too much thought into the simple act of you waiting for him, until one afternoon, you weren't there.

huh? he had thought. maybe you were running late or something? rin had just finished the last of his laps around the grassy field, and he surveyed his suroundings with slight dissapontment. you really weren't there?

"itoshi-kun, what's up?" a second year asked him, noticing his odd demeanor.

"nothing," rin quickly answered. but a slight frown stuck to his face, though the older decided not to push it. rin found himself yearning to see your face, missing the back and forth banter that was so ingrained into his day.

"right well, happy birthday! get home soon," his teammate wished him, walking away. birthday? with a jolt, rin realized that the boy was right, it was, in fact, september ninth. he had never really enjoyed his birthday that much, given it was too close to the beginning of the new school year and just reminded him of how much longer he would have to suffer before summer break. rin started for the cool metal benches where his soccer bag was, beginning to pack up his things and change out of his cleats.

"hey, underlashes!" a voice suddenly cut through his thoughts. so you were here after all? rin dropped his shoes.

"y/n, i really don't appreciate the brother reference," he complained. secretly, he was relieved to hear your teasing. he'd never admit that he didn't mind the nickname that you had given him after you proclaimed that the itoshi brothers had under eyelashes longer than should be humanly possible. something about it was rather endearing.

"oh, cheer up," you began. "you'll be thanking me after this one." rin took a proper look at you and bit back a laugh. you looked like you had just run a marathon given how your red your face was, paired with the small beads of sweat trickling past your forehead. yet somehow, each lock of your hair still fell perfectly to frame your face. you smirked and shoved a small white box into his hands. "i had to run to get here in time, ya know?"

rin looked at the box quizically, recognizing the logo of his favorite bakery in an instant. he untied the pale blue ribbon holding it together and inhaled deeply, content.

happy birthday rin! was written on the small matcha cheesecake that you had gifted him. the small motion makes his heart swell.

"i thought you might like matcha since you like ochazuke so much," you explained.

"i do like it," rin's voice comes out softer than he meant it to. the same old odd feeling was back in his chest. he still couldn't quite place it. it made him naseous and somewhat giddy, like a kid high on cotton candy. he didn't know if he hated it or loved it.

"happy thirteenth, rin!" he felt the familiar, inviting warmth of your smile, and suddenly all was right in the world. as you sang happy birthday to him and slapped a party hat atop his messy dark hair, rin felt like you were the only two people on earth. he felt like he was home, more so than he ever did in his own room. you had a way of bringing that sensation to him, through the nine years he had known you.

after you had finished belting out the last notes of the melody, rin said with a slight grimace, "thirteen is an unlucky number."

"you're not superstitious, so shut it! don't jinx yourself!" you reprimanded him. "oh, but speaking of, i got you that new horror game that you wanted. it hasn't come yet though, it's still being shipped."

"really?" oh how rin's eyes and facade lit up at the mention of the video game.

"yeah, you can go curse yourself all you want once it's here."

"...thanks." itoshi rin was often described as a cold boy. and you were just about the only person he could open up to. rin questioned for a second if it was normal for him to feel that ecstatic over a mere video game.

"hey, look! the sun's setting!" you exclaimed, poking his shoulder lightly. rin's train of thought stalled, instead choosing to direct his attention towards the patch of sky which you were pointing at. streaks of yellow, orange, and red danced across his vision as the sun became slowly swallowed by the earth. "it's beautiful, isn't it?" you asked him.

rin turned to meet your gaze and almost passed out. he swore you looked like an angel sent from heaven itself in the glowing warmth of the sunset, you beamed at him. had you always looked like this? your eyes shone like a million stars, and he felt a smile tugging at the corner of his own mouth. if you had asked him if he was blushing, he'd say no way in hell, but truthfully his face was a little red and it definitely wasn't from his previous workout. rin was suddenly reminded of how he felt when he met you.

"yeah," he breathed. "it's nice." what he really wanted to say was that you were nice, not the sunset. the sunset, for all its glory, was barely lukewarm compared to you. no, that wasn't it. you were radiant, and rin had known that from the very moment he saw you, so many years ago. but for now, he'd have to settle for just this, whatever your friendship was, he was much too scared to lose it.

three.

a little over two years had gone by since that evening when you had celebrated his birthday with him, and the end of rin's third, final year in junior high was approaching. sae had left for spain, scouted by the top soccer club there, and rin wanted more than anything to follow in his footsteps, to be the second best striker in the world after his brother itoshi sae. though sae's leaving had left him a bit lonelier, your friendship was still as easy-going as ever, and rin prayed that it would never change, as sappy as it sounded. he also tried (and failed) to ignore the increased stares between you two, that seemed to take place everywhere. sometimes, he thought that there was some sort of romantic tension between you two, and there had definitely been no shortage of mixed signals. maybe there was a hint of yearning in both your expressions? that year, the only class you shared with him was advanced mathematics, and he loathed the subject immensely. he likely would have cut class entirely if it weren't the only time of day he saw you that wasn't during lunch.

and it's during lunch one day in the month of february that you asked rin something, almost causing him to choke on his noodles.

"she what?" rin askwed between strangled coughs.

"yumi-chan wants to know if you're thinking of giving anyone chocolates for valentine's day," you repeated to him. was rin dense or something? either he was just that, extremely dense, or he chose to ignore his ever-growing fanclub. girls had begun to gush over him after he had been picked for the soccer team's captain last year, and it was also that previous valentine's that rin had recieved about a hundred confessions, ranging from girls in your grade to underclassmen, to even your seniors. you tried to pretend like the fact didn’t bug you, but it nagged you in all the wrong ways. your only saving grace is your recollection of how last year, rin had just stood there awkwardly, accepting gifts yet not seeming satisfied with any of them. he looked as if he were waiting for someone's confession, one that never came.

you never asked him about it though, not wanting to dance between the border of normal questioning from a friend and being plain nosy. however, you did mull over it from time to time. was it possible that rin really had been waiting for someone? or had he just been pissed off?

"you can tell yumi that i don't plan on giving anyone anything, especially her," rin spat with distaste, bringing you back to the present.

"the poor girl has done nothing wrong to you," you tried to defend her.

"doesn't mean i have to like her," rin retorted.

"i'll tell her, in gentler wording that is. you know this won't stop anyone from giving you chocolates next week anyway, right?" you wondered if he heard the slight grimace in your voice.

"on feburary fourteenth i will have suddenly been in a very tragic car crash and unable to attend school," rin declared. you could tell from the conviction in his voice that he might actually be plotting a way to skip that day.

"righttt, whatever you say."

unfortunately for rin, he suffered no such vehicular accident and was, rather angrily, perfectly healthy and in attendance at school that valentine's day. it was time for math class, again, and rin had already recieved eighty two chocolates. he thought he might break his own record that year given the school day had barely begun. what he was not prepared for was the sight of you, standing in front of your desk as a boy, whom rin could not remember the name of (he's sure it was some npc anyway) thrusted a pink heart shaped box towards your body. no, there could be no mistaking it, that boy had just confessed to you.

something akin to envy took over rin's body and before he was even aware of it himself, he was standing next to you, glowering at the boy. rin had been mad plenty of times, but he was practically ready to spit fire right then.

the boy hurriedly scurried away, like a mouse, and rin stared daggers at his back.

"hey rin!" you greeted him, as if nothing was wrong.

"who. was. that." not a question but a demand came from the boy with the blunt bangs in front of you.

"rin, it's fine. that's just tokimitsu, and i swear he's harmless," you answered quickly, doing a poor job of concealing the excitement bubbling up inside of you that rin cared. “he was probably just being nice anyway."

"sure didn't look like it, he was blushing like he walked into a makeup store and fell in that damn pink powder," rin griped.

"why's that bothering you anyhow?"

"i- uh," rin didn't know how to answer that. he didn't even know that he could get jealous over you until then. and how would he tell his best friend that? after all, friends weren't supposed to feel that way for each other. it was wrong for him to be this possessive over you. rin assumed that it was just because he had known you for so long, and that he didn't trust this half-baked tokimitsu guy. he's lying to himself.

"he just pisses me off, i guess," was the answer that rin gave you.

"so what'cha got there?" you motioned at his bag, obviously stuffed full of confessions and candy. "sharing is caring..." rin wondered if you were frowning as he unzipped the backpack and told you to take anything you wanted, hiding under an excuse that the chocolate would ruin his diet as an athelte.

when the final bell tolled for the end of school, rin was waiting outside your class.

"rin? don't you have practice?" you were surprised at his sudden appearance.

"nope, cancelled." rin lied through his teeth. he then dragged you away, setting a brisk walking pace that was opposite from the direction of his and your houses. you shrugged and followed. you didn't have anything planned so you assumed it would be fine.

you were about a block away when you realized where rin was headed towards: your favorite cafe. oddly, he didn't even enjoy their pastries, he had told you they were too sweet for his liking multiple times.

rin led you past the door, weaving through a small crowd of poeple, and stopped abruptly at a table for two. he nodded at the light pink menu that sat atop the marbled top.

"you order," he announced. rin still couldn't take his mind off that infuriating moment in math, and had he been compelled, almost possesed, by a strong urge to take you to the cafe you frequented on that valentine's day. i'll one up you tokimitsu, he thought.

you were still scanning the menu when the waitress approached you, notepad in hand.

"if you're having trouble deciding, we're doing a special promotion for couples today on the strawberry snow parfait for two!" she suggested, looking at you both.

couple? you guessed that you could see where she was coming from. you and rin might have looked like a couple, but before you could clear up the misunderstanding, rin interjected. he knew that strawberries were your favorite fruit, given how often you brought them to school.

"sounds perfect, thanks," he said, and the waiter was off with a nod of her head, scribbling something down. hold on a minute. rin had agreed that you two were a couple to her? you wondered if he was that desperate to get the promotion.

"rin," you hissed. "we're not technically a coup-"

"shhhh!" he shushed you. and as if compelled by an yet another mysterious force, rin took your hands in his. "they don't know that, and you like strawberries, right?" he finished with a wink.

maybe you had died and been brought back to life by that wink, because with the way your heart threatened to explode back then, you definitely shouldn't have lived through it. knowing that he remembered your love of strawberries made you somewhat giddy.

you didn't trust yourself to say anything back yet, only nodding in silent agreement. it was also that day when you realized that you might really, really have feelings for the boy sitting across from you with the compelling cerulean eyes.

plus one more.

you since graduated junior high and somehow beat the paper thin odds, winding up in the same high school as itoshi rin. and you never stopped thinking back to that february fourteenth, even after months had past and it was now novemember of your first year as a high schooler. rin only became better and better at soccer, so naturally you, his best friend, were present at every home game he had. but rin had changed that summer before the start of first year, on an oddly cold night where sae had returned to japan earlier than expected. rin refused to mention much about it to you, but you knew. it had scarred and changed him, his attitude was at its worst and he played with a newfound rage, something that demanded people to notice him. really look at who was going to surpass itoshi sae, his tepid excuse for a big brother.

it was only a few short months after the start of high school and rin's debut as the star striker of the soccer team. rin had been seen and scouted by countless numbers of japanese clubs at this point, just like he'd hoped, and you had encouraged him to go wherever he thought would be best. even if it meant going far from home, and far from you. but for rin, no offer was good enough to surpass sae's yet. so he stayed in place, until he had called you abruptly today at seven in the night. the call had been brief and rin failed to mention anything of importance except telling you to meet him at the park immediately.

he never specified which park, but you knew for him that there could only be one.

when you arrive at the now faded playstructure that you first met itoshi rin at, you're hit by a wave of nostalgia. the sky is exactly as cloudless as it was in your memories, and the crescent moon smiles down at you. were you two really sixteen already? had it been twelve years since you befriended the slightly teary eyed boy with the broken dinosaur figurine?

"hey, y/n." rin's voice is oddly lower, and his tone is serious.

"rin," you smile at him. "did something happen? why'd you wanna meet here all of a sudden?"

"this is it," he whispered, showing you an enveloped containing a letter that read with "the JFU invites you to an elite training camp for the national team…" in glittering gold letters. "my chance to become the world's number one striker, to finally being recognized by sae again..." he trails off, the hurt in his voice all too obvious and too painful for you to hear. "it'll be far, and i probably won't be able to come to school for a while. won't be able to see you for a while."

"rin, you have to go," you steal glance at the boy who had been by your side for all of these years. you wish you could tell him that you'd be okay without him, but there was no point in lying. that's why he had called you all the way over here.

"just- just promise me one thing y/n," rin says, practically commanding you to look at him again. you're enthralled by the deep blues of his irises, and you think that you might never be able to look away.

rin doesn't ever want to look away either. he's at a crossroads right now, he's more aware of that than ever. rin doesn't think he can go down the right path in peace unless he tells you this one thing, what he's been wanting to say from the very instant you made his life worth living.

"please, don't leave me behind," he begs, his voice hushed but urgent. "i can't lose someone else i care about." shit, he has to tell you the truth now. "the boy you met at the park that day, the one that you wanted to play with, he's been in love with you ever since." its a quiet admission of what was so obvious to everyone else, but so incomprehensible to you two.

rin thinks that he’s ruined it all, this was the end of the line for you and he’d just have to live with that rejection.

on the other hand. you're stunned into silence, entranced by the boy who had drawn your attention since you were four, and you know that your words will fail you again. in the pale moonlight, he looks perfect, sculpted by michelangelo himself. so, you do the only thing that you know can express what you feel for rin. you screw your eyes shut and press your lips onto his, gripping the edge of his soft gray hoodie.

a gush of relief floods rin and reacts a second later. you swear you see fireworks erupting. the kiss nothing less than movie worthy, he's the male lead, you're the main love interest, and the world fades to nothing around you two as you're consumed by rin's love.

when you suddenly realize you're not breathing and neither is he, you push away in a rush. rin's cheeks are hopelessly red, and you assume your own aren't much better off.

"wait, let's do that again, please," rin gasps, breathing heavily while tugging you towards his chest. his black bangs cover his eyes just a bit, and you reach to swipe them out of his face.

rin thinks that he is going to melt, more helpless than a popsicle left out in the sweltering suimmer sunlight. he cradles your face gently, kissing you once again.

the two of you stay like that for a while, and you're not sure how late it is when he pulls away for the final time, but all the stars are out in the sky now, glinting and sparkling.

you hope that there were no children left playing around at this hour.

"so, you'll send me off tomorrow morning?" rin asks. it's unfathomable to him how you can make him feel so complete, so full. you're definitely the one for him.

"that's a promise."

"and you love me?" he asks again.

"even after the end of the world, i will," you assure rin, tracing the grooves on the palm of his hand.

zero multiplied by one should always equal zero. at least, that's what the fundamentals of mathematics declare. but with you as the one, rin thinks that zero times one might equal something else: love.

a/n: if u made it here MWAHH big kiss. probably the longest thing i've written in a while and not planned out at ALL, sorry for the crappy world building and stuff, i tried... also tried to keep it more in line with canon. i’ve never written with japanese honorifics hopefully i didn’t mess up too badly 🙁 side note i think rin would actually enjoy 0x1=lovesong vibes

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wearysparrows · 2 days ago

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Flesh of my Flesh

ao3/masterlist

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3 (here)

Summary: You play a game of tag in the forest with your closest friend, Sylus. You eat at a local diner in the dead of night. You dream of consuming him.

CW: implied afab reader but no pronouns used, no use of 'Y/N', reader is MC, primal chase, you play tag with Sylus, depictions of eating, a diner date, eyeball licking but its in a dream, cigarettes, not beta read, minor depiction of Sylus torturing someone 5.8K

A/N: Please mind the tags. The latter portion of this work is inspired by this lovely piece by @relentlessconqueror.

In the serene dark of the forest, you walked next to Sylus. The bodies of the birches and firs grew so tall into the night that they nearly blotted out the light of the moon overhead. A wetness hung on the air, the kind that fed the moss under your feet and the fungi that erupted from it. The soft earth was pliant underneath your steps, with a springy return to it that aided your stride. Sylus had given you hold of his arm, lest you stray from him in the darkness – as if such a thing were possible. You glanced at the man whose arm you held, the leather of his jacket somehow warm under your fingers, despite the chill in the air. A black cigarette hung from his lips, its own orange moon in his mouth. He returned your gaze, taking the cigarette from his lips into two of his fingers. He exhaled smoke from his nostrils.

“Sylus,” you called, though he was already looking at you. He stopped, pausing the both of you. When his name fell from your lips, tilted his head, offering you a questioning upturn of the corners of his mouth in return. You were comfortable enough to make your childish need known to him, and that he would likely indulge you. After all, you were more similar than you had ever realized before. He leaned down towards you, as if to better catch your words. His hair fell over his forehead.

“I want to play.”

On the distant highway, a car passed, and the light of its headlamps cut into the trees. For a moment, Sylus’s eyes were illuminated. They reflected the light in a way that was inhuman, a flash of the yellow-green reflective organ behind his iris – so brief you wondered if it had been real. At the Hunter’s Academy, you had dissected the eye of a Wanderer for an anatomy course. Lying behind its retina was the organ that reflected light back onto the eye – the tapetum lucidum – allowing increased visibility in the night. Common in nocturnal creatures. You knew humans lacked this organ. You swallowed. His eyes never left yours.

“What would you like to play?”

You took a step back from him, and he took one towards you, closing the distance between you before it had even had the chance to occur. The smile hadn’t gone from his face, and he raised an eyebrow, as if sensing your intention without the need for the passing of words between you. You pointed at him, your fingertip brushing his chest.

“Let’s play tag. You’re it.”

Sylus nodded without a second thought, snuffing out his cigarette into the portable ashtray on his keys. He returned it to his pocket.

“I’ll give you a ten second head start, then.”

Sylus was being courteous, you knew. You were strong – light on your feet from years of hunting Wanderers. You were quick, too. No stranger to sprinting, with a lung capacity that rivaled most individuals of your size. But Sylus was a big man, with long, powerful legs. If he wanted to, he could outstride you in seconds. It wouldn’t be fun for either of you if he caught you immediately, though. He would give you a chance.

“One,” he said, voice teasing, the number long and drawn out. As he spoke, you saw the liquid change in his demeanor, the preparedness of his body to launch itself into the hunt, no longer a man at rest, but a beast prepared to strike.

You turned on your heel, pushing yourself into a run on the spring of the damp earth beneath you. No particular direction called to you – you simply went opposite of Sylus. Your blood coursed through your newly working limbs, heating you outward from your core and into the swing of your arms, the movement of your legs. Your breaths came in practiced counts, and the exhilaration of your own prowess made you feel even lighter on your feet. You couldn’t quite run at full speed, though – your vision alternated between the ground before you and the space in front of you, avoiding rocks and roots, the tree limbs that snatched at your clothes, slicing at your skin. The weather was just cool enough that you could see the condensation leave your nose with each outward breath. Under your jacket, you felt the first wetness of the sweat of exertion.

You strained your ears to hear beyond your own breathing and heartbeat. Trees passed you by in a blur of greys and greens, an endless sea of the same repeated images. You had already strayed far from having any idea of your location. There was no point in taking note. As you ran, you counted. Ten seconds had long passed, but you couldn’t catch wind of Sylus. On you went, knowing that looking behind you would only stall your progress. You began to feel the familiar burn in your muscles, the result of pushing yourself from zero to one-hundred in the span of a moment. The red gem you wore around your neck – a gift from Sylus – bounced up and down against your chest, trying to escape its chain. You clasped it in your fist to still its movements. It was dark, and you could see less than a foot in front of you. You wondered if Sylus was toying with you, staying behind to let you run yourself ragged before he would spring himself on you at the last moment. You relaxed your pace at the thought.

Just as you began to slow to ease the tension, your ears pricked at a sound – footfalls growing closer behind you, the brush of clothing against itself. Your heart picked its pace back up, your skin alight with the feeling of being stalked in the dark. You pushed yourself harder, willed yourself to go faster, but the sounds behind you kept their quiet pace, inching ever closer. For a time, the distance remained the same between the two of you. Even if you increased your pace, forcing your feet to pound the ground even harder, he maintained the distance. Not closing it, not letting up.

Knowing he could gain on you easily at his leisure, you decided to make a turn, trying to throw off his line of action. You made an immediate right, digging your heels in to change your directory, leaping over a fallen bough before you. You landed softly on the plush dirt. You felt yourself beginning to tire from the constant pace, from the effort of avoiding rocks and roots, the changes in the elevations of the earth. Still, you ran from him. You thought you heard the click of the metal of his belt, the sounds of his steps somehow even closer than when you had changed your direction. Running miles over the grounds of Linkon was nothing for you, but the thinness of the air and the unevenness of the ground had you breathing through your mouth, panting, feeling a pack of black dogs nipping at your heels. The saliva on your tongue was thick, the cold air drying out your teeth. So long had you known Sylus that you could sense his presence behind you, keeping pace at a distance he chose. But it was different, singular in its oppressive need to catch you. You knew you shouldn’t – that it would mean the end of the game – but you chanced a look backwards over your shoulder as you ran. The need to see your pursuer overrode the need to escape. He was close, so close you could almost make out all of his features. But most striking of all were his eyes, stark pinpoints of crimson in the darkness. They seemed to glow, red and hot with the chase. A primitive fear lanced through you, and rational thought drained out from your feet, soaking into the dirt. He was reaching for you, going to get you, to consume you – teeth around your neck, over and over, your jugular crushed under his hot breath, no more than flesh between his teeth. The new adrenaline of your fear gave you one final push forward, but you hadn’t been looking in front of you. A root reached up from the earth, catching the toe of your boot, sending you careening towards the ground.

You tried to propel your body forward away from his grasp while in the air, but to no avail. His hand caught you around your middle, easily eclipsing your stomach. Primal panic pumped through you, the feeling of an animal just shy of the claws of a predator, dangling from the teeth of the moment. You heard yourself yelp involuntarily, and turned towards him, scrabbling at his hands and arms with your nails, your legs kicking. The knowledge of your relationship was momentarily forgotten, replaced only with the need to flee. The force of your resistance sent the two of you sprawling, and you felt Sylus close his arms around your entirety as you fell. He landed with a soft thud against the earth, the wind just knocked from his lungs. You were straddling him, head pressed into his chest from firm his grip on you. Something reached your ears, and you realized it was the sound of his laughter, not triumphant, but an exhale of exhilaration.

“You’re pretty good at running away. But I’ve got you, now.”

His voice was a rasp against your skin. He made no move to let you up. You pressed your nose into his chest, unabashed in inhaling his scent. The smoke of the cloves clung heavily to him still, the citrus of his cologne – but most prominent was the masculine smell of his sweat, fresh from the well of his skin. It was somehow different this time (for you knew all of his scents), laced with some layer of excitement, the rush of his blood, the pleasure of the chase. It was, in some sense, the smell of his desire for you. Your own desire, what you thought must be of another kind entirely, clawed its way through your belly, a wanton creature, slick and wet inside your innards. He surrounded you in every way, and you were so empty of him. You made move to sit up, and he let you, hands drifting to your waist, instead. Underneath you, in the moonlight, it was as if it was you who had caught him.

His jacket was unzipped, and his black shirt underneath rode up, exposing the taut flesh of his abdomen to your eyes, decorated with a trail of white hair that disappeared into his pants. There was a tension in his neck, you saw. His tendons slid over each other under his skin, his jaw working at nothing. His Adam's apple cast a strong shadow on his neck. What little light the moon shone on him reflected the sheen of his sweat on his forehead, his hair brilliantly white in its light. He was totally still under your observations, save for his eyes, which darted around each contour of your face, pupils just nearly eclipsing that infernal, otherworldly red. You saw his breaths come through his nose, the rise and fall of his broad chest underneath you. Unthinkingly, you spread your hands out on the skin that was open to you, splaying them open on his abdomen. There was a stutter of a breath that he took through his mouth, this time. His skin was still slightly damp, warm underneath the cooling skin of your fingertips. You pushed his shirt up, up, until his chest was fully exposed. He made no move to stop you. As your heart came back into your chest, so too did the reality of the situation. You, astride the lap of your closest friend, his shirt exposing his flesh, a pale silhouette against the dark of the earth beneath him. His chest still heaved, no longer with physical exertion, but with something else. His thumbs dug into the crests of your hips. Unable to produce anything else, you managed a single word.

“Sylus.”

You felt his arousal clearly underneath you.

Your mind worked feverishly to still itself. It wasn’t because it was you – just the nature of two bodies against one another, the pump of adrenaline, the intimacy of closeness with another thing with the pulse of life in it. A biological response. This was not the first time this kind of thing had occurred between you, nor was it likely to be the last. Sylus never addressed it, so neither did you. On top of him here, there was no corpse of you – only the delicate satin of the darkness. A great indulgence and a sense of restraint all at once. You could never let those threads snap.

And so you took his shirt by the hem, and pulled it back into its place, shielding the ghost of him from your prying eyes. Sylus, ever following the whims of your strong and strange moods, sat up, wrapping his arms around you. He lifted the two of you to a standing position with only the power of his legs, and set you gingerly to your feet. The ease with which he lifted you never failed to reignite a sense of exhilaration in your blood. That blood rushed eagerly to your head, and you saw spots before you could formulate further thought. When you finally blinked them away, Sylus was kneeling in front of you. You spoke downwards, in the direction of the broadness of his back.

“Why are you kneeling?”

You heard the breathlessness that still tinged your voice from your game. You felt a tug at your ankles. His fingers were deftly reworking the laces of one of your boots. He stood back to his full height before responding, having righted the lace.

“Your shoe came untied when you fell. I can’t have you falling again on my watch, now can I?”

His former statement was matter of fact, as if there were nothing strange in the nature of him on his knees, adjusting your shoes. He looked at you with those same eyes, full of a mirth you couldn’t source. There was a ceaseless yearning in your chest, the need to reach for him, to be consumed by him, to consume him. The game of tag only made the wound weep harder. It was clear there was affection in his actions, but of what kind, you were afraid to know. You wanted to ask him; do you love me? If so, how? In what way?

But instead, you conjured only this:

“Sylus, would you kill for me?”

You saw the rare flicker of surprise over his features, then the return of his smile that came more and more easily, around you. He answered the invisibility of your ache, rich and warm.

“My light, I already have.”

You sat across from Sylus in a booth seat, a wobbly table separating you. He had brought you to this diner on his bike – the only place that was open so late at night in a small town like this. The interior was charmingly out of date, with wood paneling lining the lower halves of the walls, the upper portion of which had probably at some point been white. Now, it was an aged ivory, colored by smoke. In the center of the diner, a traditional wrap around bar curled, complete with stools, though no other patrons graced it. The two of you were the only customers. The red leather of the booth seat creaked underneath your movements as you adjusted yourself to be more comfortable. You fiddled with a leaf of the fake plant that lived at the end of the table against the wall. It stalwartly protected the salt and pepper shakers in its shade.

Your eyes drifted to Sylus, who was focused on you. Having your attention on him, he tapped the top of your hand with his index finger.

“Hungry? You should eat something, sweetie.”

You took a moment to appraise the state of your body. You were hungry. Sylus had worked diligently to bring back the appetite that had left you along with your family before you met him. There was always food, even when you rejected it. Slowly, he had you eating on a regular schedule again. It showed in the new definition in your muscles, in the energy that prickled under your skin. That residual fog hardly plagued you, now. You nodded, flipping up the hand he had tapped, opening your palm to him. He stroked it idly with two fingers. You grasped them between your thumb, index, and middle, trapping them in a cage.

“What about you? Are you hungry?”

You tugged on his fingers. He watched the movement as he answered.

“I’ll eat if you will eat.”

A non-committal answer, but one you would accept. Sylus rarely expressed base needs – I’m hungry, I’m tired – but he certainly did inquire after yours on the regular. You flipped his hand over with your fingers, pinning it down. He met your eyes again, raising his free hand to signal the waitress over. She drifted out of the center bar and towards you. A waifish sort of thing, with an air of confidence about her that came with age. Soft blonde hair, a delicately sloping nose. The uniform she wore was baby blue, with white lapels and buttons. Antiquated by anyone's measure, sure, but cute. She regarded you with an amiable smile, hardly seeming to acknowledge Sylus’s presence.

“Can I start you off with some coffee?”

She had a strange lilt to her voice, like it was an effort to speak with any sort of inflection. You glanced at Sylus, who merely shrugged. It was the dead of the night – but this was normal for you, now. You returned your eyes to the waitress.

“Sure, thanks. Um,”

You were about to ask for a menu, seeing as there wasn’t one lining the walls, nor one in front of you, but Sylus commandeered the attention of the waitress, and was listing off a rather egregious number of breakfast dishes. You surmised he must have been here before – or he was simply making demands. They were both equally as likely. The waitress scribbled furiously on her notepad, nodding as he spoke. She offered you a smile full of brilliantly white, straight teeth before disappearing into the kitchen. It was deadly silent in the diner. You scrutinized Sylus. You hadn’t even had a chance to consider what you might like to eat before he had taken the initiative. You tapped his hand, reflecting his earlier actions.

“Did you order the whole menu, or what?”

Sylus sat back against the cushion of the booth. It was too small for him – his shoes were touching yours under the table, and very nearly his knees, as well. He tapped your foot with his own. Once, twice. Your stomach flipped with each touch.

“Would you like me to?”

You sighed, relenting. There wasn’t any winning with him – but you weren’t exactly losing, either. He was no stranger to your food preferences, this you knew. Sometimes, he had to remind you of something you didn’t like while you were mid-order. All the time you had spent together had allowed him to know you better than you knew yourself, in some regards. Sylus was shedding himself of his jacket when the waitress returned with the carafe of coffee, and you thanked her quietly, unsure if she had even heard you, for she disappeared as soon as she came. You filled both of your cups, then stopped just short when filling Sylus’s. You nudged the cup at him.

“Black or room?”

You always asked him, even when you knew what his answer would be.

“It doesn’t make a difference to me.”

Sylus’s fingers were about to close around the rim of the cup, but you swatted him away, sliding the cup towards yourself instead. Sylus parted his lips into a smile.

“Kitten has claws.”

You rolled your eyes in his direction, reaching for the sugar and creamers. One packet of sugar and two creamers went into his cup. He watched all of this with marked interest, fingers interlocked beneath his chin, supporting it. You took the spoon from your own coffee, and used it to stir his. You slid the cup back to him, and he caught it in his left hand. He brought it wordlessly to his lips, seeming not to care about the still piping temperature of it. You watched as his plush lips disappeared around the rim of the cup, hiding all of his features from you, save for his eyes. They stayed interlocked with your own as he sampled your concoction.

You tilted your head at him, and gestured to the coffee cup as it left his lips and returned to the table.

“How is it?”

He was quiet for a moment. His gaze, still locked with yours, only seemed to intensify. You felt as if he were skinning you with them. Salt on so many wounds. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end.

“It’s sweet. Not bad.”

His tone had taken on a sense of languorousness, dark and slow. You swallowed the saliva that had been gathering in your mouth, and were almost certain Sylus was able to catch the sound of it sliding down your throat by the way his gaze drifted to your neck. You couldn’t hold it, and your own eyes drifted to the tiles. They were strange. Black and white, checkered. The more you tried to look at them, the more they blurred together. They swayed in your vision. You concluded that looking at Sylus was the better option. He was sipping at the coffee you had made him, his phone open on the table.

“No service out here.”

He murmured the statement into his cup. You leaned over the table, peeking at his phone. He was right – not a single bar.

“Scared?”

You nudged his knees apart under the table, and put one foot in his lap. His hand immediately came to rest on your ankle, and squeezed idly up your calf. He blinked at you, lips curling up on one side.

“Are you? All alone out here, with a bad man like me. No one to call.”

As he spoke, his evol pinned your wrists together in your lap. He was grinning. You made a show of pretending to struggle against your bonds. In the back of your mind, you knew that despite your own strength, you wouldn’t have been able to break them. He had held you captive just like this more than once when you first met – and so did the linkage. The memory was fresh and distant all at once.

“What will I do now that the one person I’d call for help has turned on me, and is holding me captive?”

You were smiling, teasing, and saw something come over Sylus’s features. Something he tried to school into his usual expression. Something you couldn’t place. Then suddenly he was standing, and instead of sitting across from you – he sat down next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders. The bonds of his evol were gone without a trace. His warmth seeped into you, his sudden proximity finding your heart thudding away at its cage. His casual closeness was a delicious form of torture. You wanted more than anything to put your hand on the meat of his thigh. It touched yours, flush. He spoke, leaning his head towards your ear.

“I don’t need bonds to keep you near me anymore. Isn’t that right?”

You watched as Sylus’s hand crawled into your lap. He wrapped his fingers clean around your wrists, connecting them with his thumb, replacing the shackle of his evol. You could feel the calluses of his palms, the roughness of his hands. Your breath was stuck in your throat, the blood rushing to your ears and face. You lowered your voice to a whisper, feeling narrowly aware of the fact that you were technically still in public.

“I don’t mind being bound to you. By you. As long as you’re by my side.”

There was a shift in Sylus’s body, a spike of energy radiating off of him, and he leaned impossibly closer to you. So close that you could hear his lips part from each other as he prepared to speak. The sound of the footsteps of the waitress returning seemed to stop him. He let some of his weight off of you – but his fingers didn’t release your wrists. You didn’t want him to. It wasn’t like being shackled – it was secure. Safe. Protected. You forced your eyes from the pretty bouquet of your hands and his, and craned your neck around Sylus’s big body to see what was being brought to you. The waitress had arrived with a whole damn cart of food, steaming hot dishes of all types of breakfast items. Omelettes, sausages, pancakes, bacon, waffles, hash browns, toast – the works. She was organizing them neatly on the table with practiced ease. The combination of the sight and the smell made your mouth water. Sylus thanked her, and you caught the undercurrent of enthusiasm in his tone. He gave your wrists a final squeeze before releasing them from his grasp. You mourned their absence despite yourself.

You turned towards Sylus at the same time he turned towards you.

“How are we going to–”

“Eat anything–”

You stopped yourself as you realized your sentence was crashing into his – or was it his into yours? Sylus put a set of silverware in your hands, wrapped in a cloth napkin. He started again.

“Eat anything you’d like.”

You appraised the food before you. Sylus seemed to be waiting patiently for you to make the first choice – so you picked something that looked good at random. A stack of pancakes, with a generous pat of butter on top. Perhaps too many pancakes. You unrolled your silverware, and spread the butter on top of them.

Satisfied that you were eating, Sylus pulled a plate towards himself. It was mostly meat, coupled with a side of eggs. You watched him in your periphery. It was good to see him eat, a sort of vicarious satisfaction. You liked the sound of the click of his teeth on his fork, the movement of the muscles in his jaw. Even the sound of his chewing was good. What you couldn’t eat, Sylus did. You hadn’t initially pinned him for a big eater because of his refined tastes, but you came to find a man his size consumed a considerable amount of food. You ate next to him in relative silence, and his elbow bumped yours, occasionally. Neither of you mentioned it. His thigh hadn’t stopped pressing against yours, either. In reality, the booth was too small for two people to be eating next to each other – but again, neither of you mentioned it.

As for the food, nothing was wasted, and you came away a little too full. You wiped at your mouth with the cloth napkin, hoping to catch any mess. Sylus had produced a comically large roll of cash from his pocket, and was putting it into the fingers of the waitress, who seemed too shell shocked to know how to respond for a time, and then collected herself, thanking him quietly. Her eyes came back to you, and you sat up a little straighter under her attention. The question of why he couldn’t use his card briefly crossed your mind.

“I hope it’s not too strange of me to say, but the two of you are a beautiful couple.”

You almost instantly found the words to correct her, not wanting Sylus to think you entertained the idea, that you had any misconceptions about your place in his life. No, we’re not dating, he’s my best friend. But Sylus was quick to speak, stopping your statement before it could even start.

“Thanks.”

The waitress nodded, floating away with little clicks on white kitten heels. She wiped the already clean bar with a rag. Your stomach was practically in the soles of your feet. Somehow, his lie scathed more than if he had told her the truth. You knew it was easier than explaining, saving him the effort of articulating the strange closeness of your friendship. Still, it put a slippery hope in your fingers that you had tried so many times to let go of. By now, your hands were permanently imprinted with its shape.

You dreamt of Sylus often.

Sometimes, these dreams differed little from reality. Mundane happenings, not of any note. Sometimes things were strange, off. Sometimes, you dreamt you were Sylus, sure and strong. A man bent over at the waist before you, somewhere devoid of light. Your evol had already cut out his tongue. There was nothing left, save for a punishment. A cane in your hand. You swung it into his soft abdomen.

Thwack!

Then, against his spine.

Thwack!

He crumpled before you.

But this wasn’t that kind of dream.

You were somewhere achingly familiar – Sylus’s bedroom – or perhaps a cave. Dark and warm. The air warped around you, unable to keep its shape for long. Sylus was holding you around the waist as you straddled him. But his hands were creeping up, locking around your ribcage, lifting you up just so you were looking down at him, directly into his face. There was something peculiar there. Something different. A shadow on his jaw, above his head. When you tried to chase these shapes with your eyes, they dissipated like the smoke from his lungs. You tried to feel them with your skin, instead. You cupped his jaw with your palm. Felt the sharpness of it, the proud bones of his face. But there was that eye. That right eye of his, so irresistible in its pull. It called to you with your own voice – or was it his voice? You couldn’t be sure. His lips weren’t moving, but you heard him, still. Not with words. His feelings merged with yours like cool water trickling from your scalp, down your spine, absorbing into your skin. Impressions, ideas. Memories.

…need me. Use me. Claim me.

His right lid was open and inviting before you. He hardly blinked. It was as if he was waiting for it. Expecting it. Wanted it. His aura was palpable with excitement, breath coming quickly.

You parted your lips, tongue slipping out between them. You closed the distance between his right eye and your mouth. Your tongue met his eye, first the tip, then flat against it. It was wet against wet. Sylus’s hands around your waist squeezed, scratched, but made no move to push you off. He took a great shuddering breath.

A bizarre copper-salt taste, the tissue more delicate and pliant under your touch than you could have ever imagined. You curled your tongue around it, slipping it under the bottom lid and against his tear duct. He was shifting underneath you, body racked with tension, legs just short of thrashing. But his hands kept you firmly in place. He was making sounds, you realized, with each movement of your tongue. Soft grunts and whines, pleasure and pain indistinguishable from one another. He was hard underneath you.

…take me. All of me, and more. Use me.

Slowly, slowly, you felt your tongue slide into the space behind his eyeball, through its inner corner. It was coming away easily, announcing its new home with the slick, wet sounds of release from Sylus’s socket. It fell away with a schluck, into your waiting mouth, still white hot with the life of him. Without warning, it dissolved, shrinking there in the heat of your throat, until it had melted away like snow, leaving only its essence behind. You swallowed. A sweet, melancholy floral taste. A cavernous pain sat in the center of your hips, a splitting and a reconnection of the sacrum. There was an ache that was deeply satisfied, an emptiness, filled. You were one with him, finally.

Your eyes snapped open in the waking world.

Sweat was sticking you to the silk of the sheets, and you turned on your side to escape from it. The air felt cool on your back where your body’s fear had soaked through your nightgown. As you turned, you became acutely aware of another body next to yours. This was not your room.

Sylus.

You were in his bed, after all. You feared to wake him with your movements, but he was already turning towards you. You faced each other in the dark. You could just barely make out his features, cast almost blue in the lack of light.

“Are you alright?”

You were certain he hadn’t been sleeping. His voice lacked the roughness that it would take on when he had just woken. His hand brushed the hair from the back of your neck, releasing the heat that was trapped there. You shuddered, involuntarily.

“I had…a dream. About you.”

You weren’t sure how to quantify it. Neither bad nor good seemed fitting descriptors.

“What kind of dream?”

His fingers dislodged a lock of hair that your sweat had stuck to your forehead, and then returned to holding the back of your neck. A grip that possessed. You were reminded he could see clearly in the dark, for his eyes had a kind of phosphorescence to them in the deepest of nights. Outside, the rain battered at the windows of Onychinus’s base.

You weighed the truth of your dream. You and Sylus shared many things, some of which were beyond your understanding. There was a tie there that Sylus couldn’t offer you a full explanation of. You teetered between the fear of his disgust, and your all consuming trust in him. The latter won out.

“It was so strange. I... ate your eye. You were seizing underneath me, in pain or…I don’t know. But you didn’t want me to stop. You held me in place. Told me to keep going.”

Sylus’s fingers stroked the back of your neck, sending a tingling sensation shooting up and down your spine. You adjusted your ankles, rubbing them together under the blanket. His voice was coarse. It melted into the dark, as if it were a part of it, coming from all around you.

“Were you satisfied?”

“I’m…not sure. In the dream, I think so.”

Sylus braced his other hand around your lower back, and drew you to him so that you were laying on his pillow, just above him, your body against his. Your lips hovered just next to his right eye.

“Then it was a good dream.”

tags: @villain-of-the-dark, @withering-dream

#love and deepspace #sylus x reader #sylus x you #sylus x mc #lads sylus #lads x reader #love and deepspace sylus #l&ds sylus

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paperclip-skz · 20 hours ago

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Deep Talk

fem*Reader x Changbin

*WARNING*

WC: 2.4

Contains: oral (M receiving), over-clothes stimulation, fingering, teasing, deep throating, rough dom, I'm sure I missed something...this also has the potential to be a part 2....let me know

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It was late on a Friday night, the clock striking 11:00 PM, and the anticipation in the air was palpable. Game night had finally arrived.

This ritual has been woven into the fabric of your life ever since you made the leap to Korea. Every Friday, without fail, you and your best friend, Changbin, would carve out a few hours to immerse yourselves in whatever new game had caught your eye that week. It didn’t matter if it was an online multiplayer battle, a quirky card game, or a strategic board game; what mattered was the thrill of discovery and the joy of competition.

You both had established this sacred tradition, making it a point to reserve your Fridays solely for those moments of camaraderie and laughter. It was a time to unwind from the week, to leave behind the stress of work and the hustle of daily life, and just be yourselves—two friends lost in the universe of gaming.

Fridays had become special for you—not only did they promise the thrill of gaming, but they also meant that you’d get to spend time with Changbin, the person who never failed to bring a smile to your face. His playful banter, quick wit, and infectious laughter were a balm for your soul. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up and your heart race every time he flashed that charming smile of his.

It certainly didn’t help that his physique caught your eye; his effortless charm made it hard to focus on anything other than the fun you shared.

You found a game recently called “Deep Talk.” You thought it was a fun, easy get-to-know card game. Little did you know what lay in the cards.

This is how you play. You separate the cards into three separate piles: “Ice Breaker,” “Deep,” and “Deeper.” The Ice Breaker cards are simple, like asking what a person’s favorite color is. Meanwhile, the “Deep” questions are more sentimental, such as “What is your biggest fear?” But the “Deeper” questions tread on territory you never thought you and your best friend would explore.

Each player chooses a single card from one of the three decks they prefer. That player has to answer the question about the other player. If they get it wrong, they keep the card; if they get it right, they put it to the side. Whoever ends up with the most cards loses. Simple and easy. But compared to the competitiveness you and Changbin share… let’s just say the “Ice Breaker” questions were all set aside, and the “Deep” deck was starting to look slim.

Earlier in the night, you took your chances with one of the “deeper” questions, and your cheeks blushed like a red tomato.

You and Changbin shared a look like you wouldn’t take from the deck again, but the game was too fun to let a simple question stop you.

Adrenaline rushes through you as you let your hand drift between the two remaining decks. Your eyes flash over to Changbin, who is practically sweating until you pick up a card, the back reading “deeper.”

“Does the player like to be dominated or dominate?” you read. It takes a moment for the words to register, but your imagination acts quickly. You can picture Changbin as both, its hard to choose either or. He has the gentleness to be taken care of, and edged till he whines. And he also has a part of him thats seems hidden from the world, a part of him that could take you into his room and claim you without a second thought. A part of him that could even make the devil blush.

You think for a moment, both thoughts making your thighs rub together as you sit. “Dominate,” you say, and study his reaction. You place the card in the middle, letting him decide if you keep it or if it gets discarded. He looks at the card. Then at you. He holds your gaze as he takes his hand and slides the card off to the side with the rest of the discarded cards.

A chill darker than sin runs does your spine. You take a long sip of the drink beside you, but the ice water does little to diminish the heat bubbling inside you.

Changbin leans over, grabbing a card. He smirks as you watch his eyes scan the card. “What is the other player’s favorite position?”

After that last question, heat bubbles inside you. An urge to claim. His eyes match your darkness, and they trail down your body. Finally, you make a move to crawl over to him. "Well? What's your answer?" you whisper, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands immediately go to your waist, grabbing hold of you.

He bites his lip, and you can just tell his mind is racing. You lean in to brush your lips against the shell of his ear. "What's my favorite position?” you whisper, and he visibly shakes. His grip becomes impossibly tighter, and you can feel his growing arousal pushing against you.

His bulge alone makes your head spin. “Y/N,” he says in a shaky breath.

“What?” you whisper back, “do you want to stop?”

You can feel his hand snake up your spine, all the way up to the nape of your neck. Suddenly, he grips it tight and yanks it back hard enough for you to let out a little yelp, far enough to stare straight into his eyes. His eyes have now turned black and hungry. You could see that depraved primal sense you imagined earlier, but seeing it makes your insides rattle.

His eyes dart to your lips, and instinctively, he licks his own. “You can ride my fingers, but that's all you get today," he says in a hushed voice. The sudden change feels like whiplash to your ears.

The wine that leaves your lips doesn’t go unnoticed, and goosebumps appear when you see his wicked smirk. “Aw, did my pretty baby want more of me?” he cups your cheek caressing his thump just below your eye. The fact that he said my didn’t go unnoticed either. Your thighs automatically clenched at that word. The thought of being utterly and completely his.

“Open up, get my fingers wet for me baby.” he commands your mouth open and you oblige all too willingly. He slips two fingers past your lips, and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the immediate saltiness of his taste. Your tongue swirls around his digits, which sends a low moan to vibrate off his chest.

You suck without thought. Hollowing your cheeks like you would his cock, and letting your tongue twirl around him..

His eyes memorize every detail of your features until he pulls his fingers away from your mouth with a subtle ‘pop.’

Then, without a word, keeping intense eye contact, he unbuttons your jeans with his other hand and slides his wet fingers past your pants, past your panties, and slips them to play with your slit.

He plays and plays, swirling your sensitive bud around, gathering more wetness than necessary, watching your squirm, and watching your face contort is tortured pleasure until finally, he slips his pointer and middle finger past your folds, curling them upward to watch your whole body go frigid.

Your hands grip his broad shoulders, and you hold on for dear life with a loud cry. “Binnie,”you cry as he starts a slow beckoning rhythm inside your gummy walls.

“Does it feel good?” he says, kissing your neck in the process.

“Yes,” You reply, hushed and quiet.

“Not good enough.” he picks up his pace, rubbing your gummy walls against his fingers and making your whole body shake along with them. The pleasure becomes intense, the sudden pace making the tightness in your belly so prominent so quickly it's hard to register your orgasm approaching.

“Binnie, I’m gonna,” you try to explain, but words get stuck in your throat. His palm keeps rubbing against your clit, and his fingers keep a relentless pace.

“You gonna cum for me, princess? You gonna cum all over my fingers?” he says into your ear, it makes you moan loudly and shuts your eyes painfully, enough for tears to form at the corner of your eyes.

Yet, that same intense pleasure that built so rapidly can just as quickly be whisked away, leaving a lingering ache in its absence. He removes his entire hand from your pussy; ripping an ungodly cry from you.

Before you realize it, he’s gently wiping away the tears that have traced delicate paths down your cheeks. “Aw, don’t cry, beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. “You know, there's something enchanting about you when those tears fall,” he smirks, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and admiration.

He maintains a calm silence, and you are locked in a gaze that brings the world around you to a complete standstill. You can feel the heat brewing between you, and your lips part slightly as you imagine the way his kiss would feel against yours. Would he be rough and demanding, or would his kiss whisper sweet tales of tenderness?

The thought sends a thrill of desire coursing through you, and he’s so close—just a few tantalizing inches separating your worlds. You lean in, heart racing, as he mirrors your movements, drawing closer with an intoxicating mix of curiosity and anticipation. When your lips finally meet, time seems to suspend; you both linger in the exquisite softness, savoring the electric connection.

As the kiss deepens, you begin to move together in a secret dance, a rhythm that intensifies with every breath. He brings his hand back to the nape of your neck, pushing his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss. It only makes your head spin with desire.

Almost like your mind has lost all control, your hips move automatically, grinding against his lap. Searching for that fullness you crave.

Changbin pulls back snickering at your weak attempt at pleasuring yourself, “tsk tsk, so impatient” you let out a small whine, your forehead falling against his.

“Please”

“Fuck” he grunts. He doesn’t want to ruin anything. He knows if he crosses this line he won’t ever be coming back, and now that he’s tasted you, forget it. He’s had a crush on you since the beginning. He’s wanted to kiss you, to take care of you, to claim you as no one else’s but his for years, but he always stopped himself, waiting for the right time. Now that he has it, he doesn’t want to ruin it. He should wait, and do this properly after a proper date, after he hears you say “yes” to being his girlfriend. But call him weak, because the second you started grinding against him he lost all his willpower to stay at bay.

With much too little time and way too many motions, you help him shimmy his sweatpants and boxer down the length of his thighs and you shimmy out of your jeans completely leaving you in only your panties.

You see his member spring to life. He wasn't long, but he made up for it in thick and girth, making your mouth drool,l and the sheer stretch it will take to take his full length.

His stip screamed an angry red and it spilled with precum, “I need you baby come here” his veins were prominent and his muscles were flexed and bulging.

You bite your lip, sinful thoughts darkening your mind. “What are you thinking pretty girl?” he says with a curious tone. You're thinking what his precum would taste like on your greedy tongue.

Your eyes dart from him to his twitching cock, and suddenly your dipping your head down and letting your tongue follow a big stripe from his base all the way up to his tip.

You hear a ragged hiss from him and one of his hands goes to tangle into your hair. He doesn’t grip it like he wants to, so he just rests it there, allowing you to set the pace. You swallow him whole, wrapping your lips tightly around him and hollowing your cheeks. His cock throbs heavily on your tongue, the intoxicating rich flavor of his pre-cum making your eyes go cross-eyed.

You bob your head setting a slow steady pace, relishing in his taste. “Fuck” is all he manages to say as you sucked, lapped, and stoked poke of a single-minded determination to get him off.

Pleasure built at the base of his spine climbing from the tip of his toes to the front of his brain. You learned this thing a while back, you found out that guys really liked it when you flattened your tongue at the base of his cock when you went down on them. So that what you did, you flattened your tongue as your head bobbed, and you could feel Changbins ball tighten. He was going to cum. Hard.

He tried to make any sort of sound to warn you, he pulled on your hair as a sign and tapped your shoulder, but you already knew was going to cum just be the constant twitching of his cock against your lips.

You wouldn’t let up, you were determined to feel his cum spill down the back of your throat. His his rutted up against you, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag in the process as cum dumped down your throat.

You made sure to get every last drop sucking him dry and letting off his tip with a very loud and wet “pop.”

You look back up to Changbin, and by god, if there wasn't a river gathering in your panties there sure was now. He was the definition of beautiful. He was panting, out of breath, his forehead shone with a sheer coat of sweat and his arms were flexing out of control with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He looks down at you, meeting your gaze. “Fuck, get up here.” he pulls you by the nape of your neck and settles you to straddle his lap again.

He kisses you with a newfound passion, forgetting boundaries and what he should do. He needs you, and he needs you now.

He could taste the reminisce of his arousal on your lips and it only drives his tongue deeper past your lips.

Hurriedly he moves your panties to the side and rubs your slit, “fucking hell, your so wet for me” He pulls back to say.

Embarrassment floods your cheeks and you hide in the crook of his neck. "Uh uh, no, keep your eyes on me when I fuck you."

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 days ago

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i think otoya is the kind of airheaded where he only really likes to do pleasurable things. sex and dating are different. dating is more like a fun game to him but he never gets his needs met if he’s only seeing one person at a time. he gets in shit a lot for two timing but he’s mostly trying to scratch an itch. having a girlfriend impedes on his sexual desire more than it helps it. he frequents sex shops and the like

he hears about the prostate from another guy who runs in his circles, who just wouldn’t shut up after having his girlfriend play in his ass. he seriously questions if it feels that good but once the seeds been planted he can’t help but want to know more.

so he tries to figure it out himself first, but having something in there just feels too weird and painful and a little shameful too. its not like he cares enough to keep pursuing it.

but then, he remembers oh, you would know about this kind of thing wouldn’t you? you and otoya are friends, failed sex friends turned real friends because he always found your preferences a little extreme and it was clear based on dating history he wasn’t your type.

you had mentioned something about this very thing in passing a long time ago.

so he texts you at 3am about it half asleep

‘could you come over and show me where my prostate is? thx.’

#cheating cw #moron

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valentine-cafe · 2 days ago

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May I have a berry crumble please?!

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about having Jingyi chasing you around his alchemy shop!! And he tries to go slow so he doesn't knock things over or have you bump into something you shouldn't! And he's oh so riled up because you flashed him your tits, and then you were off before he could even process it fully!!

-🍄

˖⁺. ﹙ the greedy demon alchemist x afab reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . might as well touch your tits since you wanna show them so bad !! 🍒 : demon ˖ alchemist ˖ cw: groping, jingyi rips away at reader's clothes, rough penetration, nipple play﹙ verseless jìngyí. ﹚

after flashing your demon boyfriends your tits,

“Come now darling, let us talk.” The demonic alchemist calls, his eyes tired and dark with lust as he calmly wanders across the expanse of his shop to get to you. Who is already up the second-floor stairs as he gets closer to the desk.

“I’ll talk when you catch me~”

Damned you, the tease sends a bolt of agitation straight to the throbbing erection between his legs. He is fortunate to wear his dark hanfu today. Though even then, he wishes to rip away at the fabric to be fully free.

The sight makes you grin widely. Pride rushes through your entire body, as does the aroused flush, that moves its way down to your cunt.

She clenches around nothing, but that’s what makes this game fun. She eventually will. If you can rile him up enough to get past the brat taming.

You might’ve already, determined on how his eyes bore straight into yours with hunger.

His slow and careful, calculated steps are more menacing than his running.

As the stalking demon moves your direction, you decide to run to your left in hopes of finding an escape way— until you notice the door you are trying to open is one of his illusions. You fall straight through the mini portal only to land in his arms.

How can one even process when a demon as fast as him pins them down against the floor. Tail swishing agressively and turning the closed sign to the window. The doors around lock automatically.

Fabrics are ripped and parted away as quick as can be and before you know it you are indeed filled to the brim. Eyes rolling back to the rhythm of the hard thrusts that the desperate cunt between your legs takes so willingly.

“So wet. You’ve been starving all day huh? You really are an entitled whore in this shop.” He grunts, half of his body turning to smoke that pushes you closer to him.

“So horny you can’t even tell the doors and illusions apart. Slut.” He cackles and fucks you into the expensive flooring of his shop. Long claws tearing the fabric of the shirt you wore apart to get to your breasts. His demonic eyes tunnel visioning on how they jiggle and bounce to the rhythmic pounding.

Groping the right breast, while he puts your left nipple into his mouth. Tongue swirling around it sensually. All he can do is groan in delight and feel you take all he has to give you.

It is all for you, only.

#﹙ cupcake rush. ﹚: jingyi versless 𖹭 ݁#monster boyfriend #teratophillia #smut #monster fucker #monster smut #monster x reader #alchemist x reader #necromancer x reader #monster oc #oc x reader #original character x reader #x reader #reader insert #jingyi verseless #demon x reader #asterism

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angelwishess · 2 days ago

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Random funfacts about the Floyra kids bcs I need to ramble abt them!!!!

And Idk when I’ll be able to make their intro posts HELP

Just like her mama, Alora attracts creatures too! …Except, they aren’t cute, little forest critters, but instead terrifying monsterous beasts. Yeah…

She took the “Beast Tamer” thing literally it seems, because anytime theres a magical beast lurking around, Alora can somehow always manage to tame it. She thinks they’re “cute” and likes to dress them up! Just like how Kyra used to ask for assistance with the critters, Alora does the same with the beasts!

Alora is actually very talented in wrestling, and she may or may not have a sleeper build… (This was inspired by Japanese wrestler Mizuki!)

Evelio is actually the most prone to mood swings amongst the Leech siblings! Though he may be able to hide his emotions better than his painfully honest siblings, he’s still the most moody of the bunch.

Growing up, Kyra taught the kids to play chess. But not the traditional kind of chess, no— She taught them how to play ‘Chess Anarchy’. A silly version of the game where there are basically no rules. The only way to win was to create a better excuse than your opponent for the ridiculous moves you do.

Because of this, Marven used to always win at chess against Evelio. After all, he’s always been too creative for his own good!

Both twins were suprised when they found out there was a tradition version of chess and, surprisingly, even Evelio disliked it. The Leech siblings found the original game boring. The only reason Evelio even likes it a little bit, is because its the only time he can beat Marven at chess lmao

Chimere dyes her hair ALOT. Im talking new month, new hair color!! She just cant stick to one thing, and that goes for style, too! Her aesthetic is constantly changing, and its just as restless as she is!

Chimere is a busy body who likes to burn energy by taking on odd jobs around campus. Anyways, shes a Jack of All Trades and a ridiculously quick learner, and she uses that to her advantage all the time!

She’ll do a favor or two for you as well, if you have a good payment! …Money? Pfft! Of course not! She expects something cool or fun in return, maybe a part of your soda cap collection, or a random playing card. Your choice, just don’t make it “boring”.

Chimere is also a total party animal, and enjoys any kind of festivity! Honestly, its like she brings the party wherever she is though, her endless energy is simply infectious!

Chimere dabbles in ballet, too! She loves all dancing in general though, and thought it’d be fun to try a new style! Dancing is her favorite thing to do, after all!

Chimere is a Ribbon Eel! Yeah, Chimere was actually adopted by Kyra and Floyd! I decided to give them one more just because RibbonEel was one of Floyra’s possible other ship names, and thought the idea of Kyra and Floyd just randomly snatching up a kid with no parents was too funny to miss out on.

Maven is a flirt. It probably ties in with his whole ‘wannabe rockstar’ thing, but he just loves the swell of pride in his chest when he knows someone is charmed by him. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not a playboy! He won’t ever pursue any of the people he flirts with (well, except for one…), he just likes to flirt!

…However, Marven is actually quite ashamed of this ngl WHAHAHAH, only because he feels guilty when the thought of what his mama would think about it crosses his mind. He may be a flirt— but please don’t tell his mom!! He’d rather die than let her know!

Whenever shes around, Marven straightens up immediately! Buttoning up his blouse and acting like hes done nothing wrong… But Evelio knows. And he uses it as black mail 😭

While the twins are both in the Spelldrive Club, Marven has his own band! Hes a vocalist and plays electric guitar— his favorite! (Mostly because it makes him ‘look cool’.)

Marven… Really just likes anything that makes him look cool. Thats his reason for most things he does, honestly… (Evelio says hes pathetic LMFAO)

He may look rough around the edges but the truth is Marven is probably the nicest out of his siblings! No matter how tough he tries to act, if you ask him enough he’ll probably eventually cave and ‘bregrudgingly’ help out.

Alora may be eager to help out— but her unpredictability and eccentricity usually makes the whole situation go completely wrong. She does try her best, but… Her methods are rather strange.

Evelio is actually very unorganized. He can never find whatever he last put down, especially in his room.

Marven, on the other hand, is amazing at finding things! Its like he can find anything, really. (Evelio always has to ask for his help). His own room is unorganized too, but its more like organized chaos. He knows where everything is, he just doesnt bother to clean up if he doesnt feel like it HAHA

Marven is clingy as hell. He’d be one of those kids that check on his parents’ location on an app and call them if they leave without telling them anything😭😭

Evelio is actually the same way, but he just wont admit it.

Chimere is always on some random side quest. You can barely find her in the same place as before, always running off to go on some sort of adventure elsewhere. She seeks out fun and adrenaline just as much as Kyra did!

Alora loves LOVESS to jumpscare people. She’ll appear out of nowhere and spook them. Its all in good fun, though! In her eyes, they’re all just playing.

#🎀! yap #🎸🖤! marven #📚🩷! evelio #👻🍬! alora #🩰🪩! chimere #twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst oc #twst fankids #oc x canon fankids

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neetily · 1 day ago

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hiii omg I missed ur writings!! ur my fav stardew writer <333 do u think ur ever going to put ur fics back on ao3? i was so confused when ur name disappeared from my subscriptions

small side request

a drabble abt sam getting a hard on after seeing the farmer working on their crops in just overalls during thr summer?

hi love! thank you for waiting for me to get to this request <3 i hope you're still here LMFAO. and though i'm sure you've already seen my answer to your ao3 question, i'll answer again for those who don't know.

i will not be reuploading fics to ao3, and you can instead read all of my old fics from a google drive link on my masterlist. the only fic i will be reuploading is the kent reddit fic when i finish the next chapter, since i'll have to reupload old chapters for it to make sense! ty for asking <3

warnings: public, male solo wc: 1,312

It's really really warm today. Surprisingly so even for a mid-Summer morning, which is what has led to him sipping at his usual morning Joja Cola on the front porch while you toil away on the farm all by yourself.

And he'd love to help you out— was helping in the beginning. Slinking away into the kitchen soon after under the guise of getting you a refreshingly cold drink when really, he just needed a break from the growing tension in his pants from watching you work so hard. All hot and bothered and not from the sun this time. And yet still, the Summer heat beats down on him despite the shade he's currently under, leaving him to feel all uncomfortable and sticky in the comfort of the small bench upon your porch.

Or— Perhaps he's feeling all gross and sweaty because he's currently got his cock out too? Fist tight around the base of it, choking himself out with light squeezes as a means to distract himself from the gorgeous view right in front of him, but he never had hope to begin with. Dunno, maybe that might have a little something to do with it, right?

Because despite nursing a heavy hard on in the wide open on such a lovely morning, the air remains thick. Suffocating in its sticky nature; especially against his exposed cock as precum rolls down the length of it to stain his white knuckles all tacky too. He's sure that he's hidden well enough from your prying eyes to stay private with his affections, positive that you're probably too busy making sure that the toil has been appropriately tilled, or that the weeds have been sufficiently removed, or that all the sprinklers you've made still function as well as they should. Too busy not paying attention to him, and the way he simply stares at you from afar. Joja Cola in one hand, and his cock in the other. There's no better way to start a morning, he selfishly thinks to himself with a final sip of his can before saving it by the table next to him.

He doesn't wanna drop it when he gets going soon enough.

And he's selfish indeed, from the way he huffs and puffs to himself in the heat of the sun, hiking his knees up just a little to rest against the fence of the porch, keeping his dripping cock out of your view so that he can pleasure himself in private. Something about enjoying quiet time with you in his own time, a pleasurable shiver running up his spine as his half-lidded eyes once again fall upon your picture pretty frame, and his cock immediately begs back in response. Twitching in his unfair hold for jus a little more, c'mon, she can't see you!

Not that it'd be an issue if you could, it's just fun getting to play this little game with you— even if you're left unaware. Because you're unaware, even. Because there's nothing more that he wants to do this lazy Summer morning than to dote on you in the secrecy of your own porch. The thrill of it all, of having his cock leak and dribble precum for anyone to rightfully see, zip down and cock fished out from the hole his boxers provide— God, it's just all so exciting to him. Has him giddy with enjoyment, offering you a wry smile when you wave innocently back at him, and his cock jerks for more of your attention.

It only helps that you've practically matched his state of undress in the unfair heat of the day unknowingly. Barely covered by the old and tattered overalls he so often sees you wearing day in and out; and y'know, he's never really thought of them as sexy before, but it's difficult to deny the way his cock throbs and eyes threaten to roll at another eyeful of your pretty side boob. The important parts still yet remain hidden, and yet still, he has to remind himself to swallow else he's sure he'd be drooling over the mere sight of you by now.

Just... Fuck sake, you look too fucking pretty for your own good. And he has half a mind to believe that you know it too, like a pestering little imp, intent on forcing him into getting off on such an otherwise pleasant morning together because you know he can't help himself when it comes to you. A low whine escaping his throat at the thought alone, and though it's quiet enough that you've got no chance of hearing it, he silently hopes you do. He hopes you get suspicious of the slight wiggling around he's doing thanks to the jacking off he promptly starts when you perfectly bend over to reach another melon, and fuck, what he wouldn't do to fuck your melons, and—

Oh he can barely breathe. Watching you through hazy vision is only making him more frustrated with himself, the grip on his cock tightening up to counteract the slippery sweat that coats his body in a light sheen. That, and the fact that copious amounts of precum spills for you and your tight fucking body, shit. He's only just gotten dressed really, and now he has to change with every slip of his fist up his cock, gasping for air on the quick tug back down. Repeating the action even as you just stand still to assess your surroundings, because he finds you that fucking hot in the sun. Surely dripping with sweat yourself, struggling to keep cool in spite of the lack of clothing you've decided to adorn— much to his cocks pleasure. And you're such a good tease too, it's too fucking easy to jack it to you. A slick squelch filling his little corner of the porch as he picks up the pace of his fist, fucking himself silly as dizziness overtakes him and he needs to cum right now, just— jus' bend over a little more. jus' a lil— fuuuuck, that's it, jus' like that—

Almost as if you can hear his thoughts, or have somehow caught on to exactly why his body shakes and jerks with every hump of his hips against his wet palm, you abide by his wishes expertly. But he's past the point of caring about his dignity already today, biting down on his tongue to hold back a loud moan when he catches sight of your perfect ass and yeah, it's all over for him with the sway of your hips when you struggle to get another weed out or whatever. He doesn't fucking care at this point.

Hasn't the capacity to, really. Unwittingly providing the perfect opportunity to him with your turned back, he finally lets loose enough to shoot a morning load against his chest, just barely managing to pull his shirt up in time so as to not dirty it too much with milky cum. Dragging his fist back down to the very base of his cock to instead hump the air to completion, fervently staring at your ass as if the combination would somehow simulate actual sex with you— but it works. As silly as it sounds, it has him milking himself empty with fast fucks against nothing but the hot and humid air, only to lay fat ropes of seed against his chest and tummy for you.

It's short and sweet and over almost as quickly as it started, but that's just the thing. He finds you so fucking attractive, you can't rightly blame him for flashing you a dopey grin when you finally turn around to the sound of his grunts and groans in the quiet lazy morning, and unfortunately see the state of him.

Though he has high hopes for the way you saunter closer to him. The weeds can wait, right?

#sdv smut #sdv sam smut #stardew valley smut #stardew valley sam smut #sdv x farmer #stardew valley x farmer #sdv x reader #stardew valley x reader #sam🛹#it's rather short but i LIKE IT

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bunni-v1 · 11 hours ago

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Ok so I’ve been watching a bunch of streamers and was thinking about this scenario because my neurodivergent brain is like that:

Lighter with either a crush or s/o who streams. Maybe he meets them through Phaethon or something but he seems to hit it off with them right away. They’re always cordial to him and over time he feels a connection with them too :3

Honestly tho, this can also work for Asaba or, honestly, a lot of characters LOL anyways—

It becomes suspicious to the Sons of Calydon when they see Lighter on his phone at certain times of the day/night just grinning like a schoolboy. And when you stream he seems to be one of the most supportive chatters whether you have a smaller viewer base or larger one. He’s not reckless with his money so he likely won’t be a 3-tier sub or big donator or anything, but if you mention being in a tight spot financially he may send a few dennies here or there with heartfelt messages. Lighter loves showing his way in sturdy, acts of servicey ways after all <3

Another fun but also sad scenario of this with Aventurine, but you confront him when he donates a little too much lmao… you tell him not to buy your friendship or love and that he should’ve just asked for a date instead bc you would’ve said yes lol

Okay pinkie I know this is all about Lighter, but genuinely this is so incredibly Aventurine coded I had to make it all about him. He’s just so very buy your affections coded, and the idea of him with a streamer partner is so incredibly perfect?

Okay indulge me here, but imagine you and Aventurine are just kinda acquaintances. You know him through the network, and you two have this sorta flirty back and forth that isn’t really all that serious, but it’s fun! You stream full time and you’re pretty well known, but you don’t really brag about it all that much. Aventurine knows this obvi but he’s never tuned into your streams because, well, when does he have to time to?

But one night he has some extra free time and he decides to just bite the bullet and look you up. You’ve got a surprisingly big fanbase, and tons and tons of super loyal chatters. It kinda makes him a little jealous, the way you’re so friendly with chat, but he’s no delusional enough to think he’s entitled to your attention in the sea of viewers.

He doesn’t donate anything at first, mostly because he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. This is sorta your thing, it would be a bit invasive wouldn’t it? Plus he doesn’t really get spending that much money on a streamer. As much as he likes you, isn’t it a bit parasocial? But one day you’re playing some shitty gatcha game and you just can’t win your favorite character or something and he feels so bad seeing you pout that he has to step in. He’s got plenty of money to give, so he drops $100 for you to spend under the name “TheGoldenTouch”.

You’re so happy, face lights up and you’re thanking him over and over and oh he so loves that look on your face. It becomes his new dirty little secret, spending money on you. He easily becomes one of your top donors and you even reach out to personally thank him, none the wiser that it was him. He’s very competitive about it too, determined to keep the spot as your top donor. Like he’s trying to prove to you that he can provide for you better, even though you don’t know it’s Aventurine behind the screen.

Your other chatters don’t exactly help, teasing you about the flirty new guy who won’t stop sending you money.

It’s not like he’s hiding it on purpose, but he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with his sudden interest in spoiling you on stream. Its… a long term investment is all. One that you have no idea is happening! While he’s donating to you he becomes a bit more bold with his flirting irl. He knows you better now, and you technically know him better too. Even though you’re not aware it’s him you’re getting to know so well.

As TheGoldenTouch he can just be himself without worry of you taking pity on him. You’re very sweet to him through chats and messages and all things inbetween. He gets to know you outside of a business sense, and the two of you have very good chemistry. He’s still painfully aware that despite how nice it is, you’ll never really know him. You’ll never get the chance to know him because even if he lets you in like this, how could he do the same in real life? Looking you in the eyes and seeing the care on your face would be too much for his fragile heart to handle.

Eventually the cat comes out of the bag though. It’s just a slip up when he’s feeling just a little too comfortable in your presence during some kind of meeting. He’s a little too forward and makes an inside joke that has you a little shell shocked before it clicks in your head who he is. He’s rather embarrassed by his slip up, but doesn’t let it show on his face. Taking it in stride and confidence, playing up his generous donor persona rather than the person you’d come to know online.

He figures you’d likely distance yourself now that you knew who he was, but you’re even more interactive with him. Going out of your way to greet him in chat and message him first when you get the chance. It’s so very sweet, but your relationship is nothing but a transaction is it not? You’re making it hard for him to tell…

Ah, but then you try and tell him he doesn’t have to donate so much to you. That you just enjoy seeing and interacting with him. That you wish he had told you who he was initially, because you enjoy talking to him and would like to see him outside of streaming and work. It’s all too much for him to handle from you, you’re just too sweet. How could he refuse you?

He does end up taking you out and spoiling you rotten on your first date together. Even after you are an official item he doesn’t stop watching your streams and chatting with your community. He’s very loyal to you, his favorite little streamer <3

If you insist on him not “buying your affections” he’ll shrug it off. Gift giving is his love language, after all, and he can’t let his competition beat him out in the area he’s best at. It’s a little overwhelming, honestly, but equally sweet and endearing. He’s very proud of you too, bragging about his cute streamer partner to anyone who might listen.

Like,,, he’s so cute,,,,,,

#bunni babbles 🍓#bunni’s besties 🍪#x reader #bunni's treats 🧁#aventurine hsr x reader #aventurine #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #star rail aventurine

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castlebyersafterdark · 2 days ago

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let's play a sleepover game and imagine what the cast, somewhat drunk, were like playing spin the bottle as a little last night fun! its on theme for the show haha. imagine them in the little hangout space basement set, sprawled on the couch, weird afterhours feeling in this former workspace.

the adults are there too, but they peel away after a few joke pecks on the cheek or lips, david kissing winona with gusto, then pretending to go in for a full-on smooch with one of the party and them squealing away.

then the teens' actors stay, but they are a bit more i'm 30 years old about it all haha, sat back on the couches. meanwhile the young cast are having a BALL

i think caleb would be game to kiss anyone, but it would be that kind of spin the bottle kiss where you want to show off youre a good kisser, but its not like you're freaking out and actually enjoying enjoying it for emotional reasons, you know? like imagine the grins as noah and caleb crawl towards each other across the bottle. they would GO FOR IT haha. noah a blushing mess sits back afterwards and playfully fans himself in a swoon while everyone laughs. caleb is smug and playing it cool. it was a nice kiss.

meanwhile if caleb and sadie kissed... its a little more meaningful between them but also nothing new, you know? it's tender, friends and costars. everyone kind of claps and cheers softly. end of an era.

millie is reluctant cos she is married. but in the end she kisses sadie, very sweet and girly sleepover style but a proper lip kiss! the boys kind of reboot a little because thats a surreal thought they've definitely had at some point in their teens even if they're not all into girls lol 🤭🤭 caleb especially clears his throat

then gaten and finn have to kiss and it takes them a lifetime because they can't stop laughing. in the end gaten is grabbing finn's shoulders like 'just kiss me, dude!' and finn is giggling covering his face with his hands, and everyone is yelling and quoting the show that kissing is better without teeth, obviously, finn! duh! and gaten rolls his eyes and shows off his lovely teeth. in the end they peck and grimace afterwards, taking a drink each haha

and of course the tension builds when its finn and noah's turn. everyone hollers despite (because?) they've spent a fair portion of this year kissing already. it still feels like a well-kept secret though, special until the show is shared w the world. they are suddenly more nervous than filming the actual show, looking at each other with suppressed smiles and soft eyes. they slowly move towards each other while the others quietly whoop and goad them on...

carry on vinny? 🤭🤭🤭

Spin the bottle??? 💋🍾 Well, I spun yall a tale under the cut, in typical lofty Vinny style. I certainly carried way on. I wanted to get simple and silly, but my muses had different ideas. Sentiment and sap, not spice. Here's something...

It was like the cameras were on them again. No heavy lights this time, where they tried not to focus on the brightness to the sides, or the sweat from Georgia heat and stress which always summoned the assistants to attack their subtle application of make-up with touch up brushes and towels yet again. Stop fussing. Let us get this over with. No, not over with. Do it finally. Ten years in the making.

They'd spent so much time together on and off set. And... something... had been brewing. Long conversations, soft words deep into the night, much later than responsible when call time was so early the next day. Well, the clock showed it was now that morning.

Curled into each other on the couch at Finn's house, or Noah's apartment, movie credits stuck on pause as they rolled into hour two of breaking down the movie they just watched.

How many times had Noah thought - what if I just kissed him now? We're already going to do it. We were always gonna do it. Well, not it. Actually, that's in the script, too. The scene in bed. All that kissing. And movement and simulation and how the fuck am I going to survive kissing Finn and pretending to have sex with Finn? All for a scene that is going to get edited and cut down and no one will see the hours I had to spend in bed with the guy I've had a crush on for years, skin to skin as we kiss and pretend.

I want so much more. What if I just kissed him now?

He didn't. They saved it for the scripted moment, not knowing it was something that was mutually even being saved, built up into something so big, so life changing on screen - and it was.

The set had been abuzz, with too many crew and staff lingering for The Moment that defined the show. Mike and Will screamed and argued and sobbed and Noah and Finn crashed together under simulated spray of water, passion in the rain, all to be enhanced in post but drenching them now. Cut. A near perfect take. A near perfect kiss. Noah felt like his heart and soul were somewhere up in space as his human form orbited elsewhere. In that moment he was Will Byers, and Will Byers had just been kissed by the love of his life and knew he'd gotten the boy. And Noah fell back into himself and on take two, he kissed Mike as Noah, and Mike kissed back as Finn. They both knew this. Take three they shook it off and let the bleed between realities settle. Take four.

The set was quiet, as empty as they could get away with for the other scene. A skeleton of people. Skin on skin and giggles and gasps - fake, and some real. Their eyes flashed and locked at the real ones, knowing which those were. Professional, of course, and decidedly mostly unsexy with the bright lights and cameras honing in on every pore and choreographed movement, but bodies were bodies, and bodies felt good together. How far did playing pretend take you and where was the line when someone's tongue was in your mouth and hand on your ass?

There were so many kisses in the end. The first kiss in the rain. The kiss that was meant to feel like goodbye when Will pulled Mike close, then ran into what was written to feel like mortal danger. The reunion kiss, when Will survived. The kiss at graduation, short and sweet, blink and you miss it. The kiss at the bar, a final act of bravery to prove that happily ever after could be found for boys like Will and Mike, having faced much stranger -

Yeah. There had been a lot of kisses.

This wasn't like any of them.

All the sudden they were facing each other again. No fake rain. No camera, though Gaten had his phone whipped out. No big, bright lights. Hot still, from the blush of blood on cheeks, flushed from drinking and proximity. Noah took another step closer with a crooked, nervous smile on his curving mouth. Finn had downed a lot of drinks, but he felt stone sober as Noah stood there facing him. Expectant. Scared out of his mind. So fucking happy.

Gaten shushed Caleb from goading a hurry up, dudes as he hit the record button, and Millie eyed the whole scene from her perch on top of the couch with suspicion. She'd seen right through them for a while. The whole year. She was quite over it. Wanted to yell at them to get it over with, having seen cuts of the footage already of the big, passionate moment that would push them into international conversation. Old news. Just kiss. Again. Sadie squeaked out a laugh and covered her mouth as Finn stepped closer and placed hands on Noah's shoulders, looking down at the source of his own personal conflict.

He'd wanted to kiss Noah every single one of those highly tense, intimate movie nights and afternoons stolen away in their trailers in between scenes. Never, quite, almost. Now.

The rest of the room wasn't paying much attention, save for David nudging Winona with giddy intrigue to look over. She winced and cooed and channeled Joyce's supportive smile, then turned back around before anything happened. One less pair of eyes.

And Finn leaned down and pressed terrified lips to Noah's waiting ones. Take number one. He thought he'd memorized the shape of them. Felt different. But it felt right.

Eyes slipped closed. The kiss was chaste. But Noah was up in space again and he was Will Byers, kissing the love his life. Who was he kidding? He and Will were as one. It had been that way for a long time, and for a long time he'd fought it. Where would he be without him? Who would he be? Noah kissed back, all too aware of the most important people in his life staring at him as they unknowingly watched him kiss the guy he'd fallen in love with.

Finn took Noah's face in his palms after the chaste kiss, one where their lips had barely moved as pulses raced. Take two. Noah pulled away to say something in response to the cheer and whoop from their friends recording them on the couch, but Finn pulled him back, sealing his mouth over Noah's a second time. It wasn't enough. Dozens and dozens of takes combined from all of the kisses on set and it wasn't enough.

Finn was a man in the desert and Noah was an oasis. Noah held the wrists of the hands cradling his face with a gentleness and he wished they were anywhere else but surrounded by their fellow drunken cast mates and phone cameras and an open room and a discarded bottle that had spun somewhere under the armchair.

On the last turn - Finn's spin after his kiss with Caleb - Millie had proclaimed that the bottle was pointing at Noah and Finn hadn't protested, but he knew it was pointing at her. Sometimes, friends do lie. And sometimes a lie is better than the truth.

The truth was - Finn did not kiss like Mike. Noah kissed like Will. Until he didn't, until it was all him. The part of lips, too involved for spin the bottle and just like that, all too real. Sadie and Caleb had been suppressing laughter, leaning on each other with hands over mouths as Gaten zoomed in, but he shut the video off when they all saw the way Finn pressed in deeper, opening to Noah who dropped his hands and pulled Finn closer by the elbows, then braced on his chest. Felt good under his hands, solid and defined and Noah missed the skin on skin feeling from the bed on set. He could feel it again, if they wanted. They could do anything they wanted to now. He wasn't afraid anymore.

And there was nothing funny about it as Gaten and Sadie and Caleb exchanged a look. Millie was already back on her phone. Old news. Boring. It was inevitable and there was nothing more for her to do.

"Noah." Spoken against a mouth that sought take five and six. Wanted to outnumber every kiss sitting in digital record on some hard drive to be scrutinized and edited and enhanced by dozens and dozens of people so millions and millions of people could see it and do the same.

They were going to be broadcast kissing into so many living rooms that it made Finn's head spin. They'd probably make it into the newspaper, some struggling magazine. Thousands of blogs. Some random person's lock screen. And one more recorded kiss that was to live alone on Gaten's video gallery.

Finn felt every pair of eyes, real and hypothetical, and wanted nothing more to kiss Noah where no one could ever play it back to him. He wanted a kiss that was his to give to one person only.

"Finn." Noah looked around, tried not to make eye contact with anyone still paying attention. "We should-"

"We should talk. Let's-"

Noah stepped away and backed out of the little set up couches and chairs and spared the group no glance. Finn was at his heels, pace brisk as they zipped through the scattered folks who were stoned or tipsy or both, thankfully disinterested in the antics of the twenty somethings playing a childish game off in the corner. They slipped through the door that stood in between the pinball machines and led down an open hall next to the main sound stage.

Rounding a corner, down another dark hall, Finn grabbed Noah's arm and pulled him towards the wall, where he fell against, bringing Noah up against himself like they'd been standing in the fake basement set.

"Can I kiss you?

"Uh, yeah? Haven't we done that enough that you know how I, I mean. You have to know-"

Finn, giddy, pulled at Noah's shirt and drew him closer, hand around Noah's neck, fingers tapping at his nape to sent a jolting shiver down his spine. Fitting.

"I know. I know. I just wanted to ask. I've never gotten to ask you."

"Have you... wanted to ask?"

"Yeah. For a long time."

Noah beamed and went to say something, but with permission already granted, Finn leaned in and kissed Noah for take number - didn't matter. He kissed him, finally, like no one was watching.

💋💋💋💋

#THERE I WROTE YALL SOME ACTUAL FOAH I CANNOT BELIEVE I WROTE THIS 🫣🫣🫣#Heehee who am I ? This is utterly ridiculous!!!!!!!#fwns #drabble #Queued

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