#having incredible urges to hit walls lately

[hobby1008]

Concubine

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

줄리 XM 리더

Tags: creampie

Word count: 1900

"Ah~! Baby, I love it so much, faster" Julie moaned loudly under me, longing for my cock. Her cervix contracted so much that it squeezed my cock, and I felt like I was going to cum any minute, and she noticed my condition and said, "Cum inside, without leaving anything behind."

I ejaculated a lot of cum inside her as she asked, and then collapsed next to her.

"Good, baby," she said and gave me a short kiss.

I always think about my relationship with Julie.

Even though I had a wife, I valued my time with Julie, and spent a lot of time with her on weekends.

She knew I was married, but she cherished my time with me, and our relationship was like that of a concubine and a king.

The next morning, I woke up as usual and tried to say good morning to her.

But she was busy getting ready to go out, and I decided to get ready to go out too.

그때, 그녀가 준비를 마치고 나서 떠나기 전에 안부전화를 걸었고, 나는 그녀의 부름에 곧바로 달려가 그녀의 아름다움에 넋을 잃은 듯이 그녀에게 다가갔다.

The tight black one-piece dress on her body started to excite me, and I immediately started kissing her and rubbing her crotch.

She then said cutely, “No, I have to go out quickly.” I turned her around and lifted her skirt, and said, “I can’t stand seeing this, just finish quickly.”

I took off the remaining panties and started caressing her pussy with my fingers. I used both hands to stroke her clitoris and G-spot. Julie screamed in happiness, and her body was on fire.

At her request, “Now, put it in quickly,” I immediately put my cock into her pussy. Her pussy welcomed me by pecking my cock, and I responded by moaning deep inside her. Then she started making sounds of happiness, and I immediately started to stroke her pussy wildly.

“Oh, it feels so good, do it faster, I’m going to be late,” she said, urging me on, and I grabbed her waist and invaded her pussy at a merciless pace.

Every time I penetrated her deepest part at an incredibly fast pace, and every time I did, her flesh rippled to my rhythm, and her pussy pecking my cock even harder and shedding more love juice.

"Ah… so good, the best." She longed for me even more, and was completely out of control due to her pleasure. She moaned loudly, "I want to cum, do more." I immediately made her look at me as she asked, pushed her against the wall, lifted one leg, and kissed her, and thrust my cock even harder and deeper into her pussy. Her eyes were filled with love, longing, and happiness for me as she looked at me.

However, she soon orgasmed, and her eyes lost focus and her body began to tremble.

I filled her pussy with all my strength for her pleasure.

She soon moaned even more obscenely and started to cum.

Her love juice flowed out of her pussy, coding her legs and my cock, and she was holding my cock even tighter.

I started to thrust her pussy fast and hard for her greater pleasure. She was so immersed in pleasure that her legs gave out as I inserted her. She loved this so much. Ejaculating by my cock. Even when she was ejaculating and orgasming, my cock was filling her pussy.

However, she soon finished her orgasm and came to her senses. She hugged my neck and kissed me. She looked at me with eyes full of love and said. “You are the best, you are so good. Keep filling my pussy.”

So I hugged her and put her in my arms.

I thrust my pussy indiscriminately once again.

She was dancing with my penetration, holding my clothes tightly, and moaning in happiness.

I also couldn’t bear it any longer with her tight pussy, and the moment of ejaculation was approaching.

With all my strength, I hit the tip of her pussy, “Julie, I’m going to cum.”

“Please… cum all of it, all of your cum inside me.”

So I sprayed all my cum into the deepest part of her pussy, and filled her pussy.

After finishing one fight like that, Julie looked at the time and said, “I was late because of you,” she cutely puffed out her cheeks.

“But it was good, so I’ll let it go,” she said, putting my dick in her mouth and sucking it to clean it, and then she put on her panties without wiping her pussy where the cum was flowing out, and said, “I love you, see you next time,” and gave me a deep kiss, and then she left for the meeting place.

[comatosebunny09]

denial | sylus

summary: you’ll settle for what you can get if it means he’ll keep you around a little longer. genres: romance, fluff, angst warnings: steaminess, blood mention, reader implied to be female, unrequited requited feelings, feelings of inadequacy, idiots in love, tender touches, pet names, incredibly self indulgent notes: limerence, but the only thing standing between sylus and the reader is the reader’s own head. thank you for dropping by. the rest will be up on ao3.

You’ve done this many times before—been summoned to his quarters for a debriefing and occasionally for him to tend to any injuries you sustained during your negotiations.

This is nothing new. But the prospect of being laid off haunts you a lot lately, especially in light of recent events.

You know, the ones involving a certain pretty hunter invading your lives and quietly shoving you out of the picture.

The glacial door handle leading to Sylus’ study bites into your palm. You turn it, steeling yourself against the worst outcome. It’s a routine check-in, nothing serious. So you sure as hell aren’t shaking when you duck into his office. Greeted by warmth and the aroma of mahogany intermingled with sandalwood and worn books. You cautiously shut the door as if any bit of noise could set him off.

The speakers of his record player bleed something homely. You’re swathed in the serene glow of the wall sconces, flanked by towering bookshelves. You maneuver around them, the regal carpeting swallowing your footfalls. You follow the vibration of his voice. By the tone of it, you know he’s on the phone talking business.

You slow to a stop in the center of his study. Find a thatch of white hair settled behind a long, cherrywood desk. He looks up, ingesting you with eyes the color of sunset. No matter how many times you’ve been in his presence, he still manages to siphon your breath with how handsome he is.  

‘You wanted to see me?’ you mouth once your wits return to you.

Sylus studies you for a beat, expression unreadable. Motions to you with two fingers, and you waste no time heeding him. He pats the polished surface of his desk beside him, signaling for you to sit. You swallow, offering him a twitch of a smile and a nod before propping yourself on the cold, sticky finish.

Still engulfed in his convo, you watch Sylus rifle through his drawer. Catch bits and pieces of what he’s on about. He pulls something from within, the telltale gleam of a tin box causing the tension from your shoulders to let up. He sets the first aid kit down, and you watch him fish out some antiseptic and a few cotton puffs.

Ah. You did get a little banged up, didn’t you?

Caught an errant punch to the temple during your negotiations with the hunter. She was still learning the ropes, learning to flex her status. You intervened when the arms dealer got a little ornery, sicking his guards on you. Two women thinking they could hustle someone like him in place of Onychinus’ kingpin? Unheard of!

You fought your way out of the fray, of course. Took a few hits to get Hunter Girl out of there unscathed, but you both lived to see another day.

You hiss as the sting of disinfectant brings you back to the present. Sylus stiffens the slightest, surveying you with a rueful pinch to his brows. You fix him with a disarming smile, and he gets back to work. You’ve had worse. Still, he’s gentle as he blots away the dried blood on your forehead, and it’s just like old times.

You study the shine of his shirt buttons as he treats your cut. Watch his Adam’s apple bob, the tendons in his jaw flex. You resist an urge to snicker. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was pouting. His precious little doll, a little bruised and battered, like he doesn’t have someone else to occupy his mind. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t get pissed off when you’re hurt.

When he’s satisfied with his work, Sylus packs up the kit. Props his phone on his shoulder, and you bristle when worn finger pads skate over your cheek. Push some hair away from your face, sliding under your chin. His touch is reverent as he tilts your head back, examining you for other wounds.

You give him a cheeky look, shaking out his touch. ‘I’m fine,’ you whisper, leaning back on your hands and crossing your legs. He goes back into business mode, releasing you from that intense gaze to focus on his call, albeit a little reluctantly.

Occasionally, Sylus chuckles, the sound of it vibrating in your chest. Idle fingers smooth over the jut of bone in your knee, his gaze intermittently wandering to yours. He’s surprisingly handsy tonight. A part of you wonders if this is alright, given the unspoken bond that brews between him and his precious little hunter.

Still, you can’t deny how soothing his touch is. You were just a nervous wreck a few minutes ago, fretting over the state of your job. But he won’t let you go, will he? Not when he can touch you like this. Wrap slender fingers around your calf, smoothing reassurance into your skin with his thumb.

Maybe you’re delusional. Just a substitute for the woman he truly pines for, but you’ll settle for what you can get if it means he’ll keep you around a little longer.

You’re more exhausted than you let on. Eyes slide shut, your body lulled into tranquility by the potent warmth Sylus exudes and the soft music filtering through the room.

“Of course she’ll be there,” Sylus drawls through the darkness behind your lids.

You peek an eye open, met with an amused look from your boss. Whatever he’s on about, you figure no good will come from it. You’re too tired to pursue it. He’ll fill you in on the details later. Probably needs you to play all pretty and seductive to lure out some scumbag threatening Sylus’ status as the king of the underworld. Whatever he needs from you, you’ll provide.

You always do.

[thirstywhitedad]

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[doctorho]

viktor doesn't... pay that much attention to appearances, his or anyone else's. not when it doesn't matter. sure, there's the 'wearing what they see as respectable clothes so they take you seriously' and the 'not going to the dinner table covered in oil stains', but beyond that? he doesn't really care, to be honest.

yes, he's aware that some people put a lot more thought into the way they look, and into what other people think about the way they look. he knows that's a thing. it just happens to be a thing he chooses not to personally get invonved in.

well, it had been.

he honestly hadn't even thought about it much, before. it had just been one of those things that other people did, one of those things he had never really understood. you know, one of those things that made him feel like maybe the rest of the world had had some secret meeting without him where they decided that yes, these are the rules, and no, we won't explain them, you just have to know.

one of those things.

and he had been fine not thinking about it! truly, he had been blissfully unaware of what the current beauty standards were and which traits were seen as good or bad on which year -

and then he'd met you, by some miracle. you know, viktor doesn't meet that many new people, these days, so it does genuinely feel like a miracle when you just... stumble into his life one day. and without even thinking about it, automatically, viktor's brain files you away as beautiful, and he treats that as a passing fact, the same way he treats the color of your eyes. it's just a categorizing trait; this person just is beautiful.

and then, later, when he learns that apparently not everyone thinks that, his brain disagrees, severly. like - are they blind? is this a joke? it's a bad joke, if so, and then he's mad for you.

because he remembers that, ah, right. some people are weird about appearances. they have their menial rules about it that change by the decade.

he's still mad for you, but mentally he's ended that argument with well they're all idiots. because clearly you are an awesome, incredible, beautiful human being and this shouldn't be an argument in the first place.

he tells you this, and then his heart breaks a little when you seem so used to hearing the opposite. when you seem to have accepted what those idiots were saying because you'd just...heard it so often.

when you seem to not-quite-believe that he could really see you as beautiful. that he could really, actually want you. like that.

and it's - it drives him up the wall that this is even a thing. that the negative things you've heard outweigh the positive ones, and apparently by a landslide. that he can't make you see yourself the way he sees you.

because, truly, he thinks you're so beautiful. like, are you kidding? viktor's been skin and bone his whole life, and you're so...soft. he knows it way before he ever touches you; he can see it, and he has a well enough functioning imagination. and he's been thinking about it a lot, lately. what you'd feel like under his fingers. against his body. he has theories about this.

he can tell you're soft, and warm, and sometimes when the sunlight hits you he genuinely thinks you look like you could be straight out of one of those expensive oil paintings people paid a lot of money to see just a glimpse of.

and - yes, okay, maybe some of this was just his hormones talking, but come on. he couldn't not want to touch you. that was just one of those facts of life - the sun rose every morning, and whenever viktor saw you, he had the urge to touch you. to be close to you. to prove to you how much he adored you.

and then when you let him? that - that felt like a miracle. truly and honestly. because - viktor had never considered himself to be especially lucky, just, like, in life in general, but this?

he had to have won some sort of cosmic lottery. to first be lucky enough to meet you and then to be able to do this. to get so close. to touch you like this, to see you like this. it is nothing short of a privilege and he takes it, happily and greedily. and he makes it his personal mission to let you know exactly what he thought about you, and exactly how little you should care about anyone else's opinion. except your own, of course, but only on those days your mind was being kind to you.

so he makes sure you know that he absolutely worships you. okay? you are his personal deity, and he is devoted. he lets you know, any way he knows how, and any opportunity he gets. given half a chance, he will be praising you, telling how gorgeous you are and how lucky he is to have you. telling you how good you look, how good you feel, how good you make him feel. he isn't shy - he tells you, in enough detail to make your cheeks heat up.

and when you're alone, and you have all the time in the world? he shows you, and he doesn't hold back. and then he reminds you, again and again and again.

and you know viktor isn't a liar. he doesn't care about things like this enough to lie about them. so when he tells you that he loves the way you look, the way you feel, the way you are, you believe him.

[funniestpersonalivefr]

First of all YOU ARE AMAZING i could neverr write like this ,my brain simply can't function when it comes to these stuff, second of all i was fighting the urge to ask you for another older leon x fem reader smut/fluff because i felt like im just gonna be annoying but since i failed to stop myself here it is: "imagine leon has this coworker who he worked with during the alcatraz island incident and managed to develop a crush on her, so after days or weeks of tiptoeing around and aimlessly flirting he finally brings himslef to ask her out and one thing leads to another and BOOM! they have sex" IM SORRY IF THIS SOUNDS CORNY AND CHEESY YOU CAN TOTALLY IGNORE THIS IF YOU WANT SO ANYWAY LOVE YOU BYE

sweetheart

RAHHH IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY STUFF. anyways here's the leon request mwahahaha. nsfw under the cut, mdni. credit to image owner. not proofread and i hope you enjoy, love ya!!

your time at alcatraz was nothing but stressful. you ran around with leon and the others fighting a giant b.o.w. and you were so relieved when everything was over.

the following days you and leon spent the days swamped in paperwork. leon had been especially flirty lately, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't admitting the extra attention gave your butterflies in your stomach like a teenager in love.

how could you not fall for the charming man? he was kind and incredibly attractive but you'd never guess he would feel the same about you. yet there you were, walking into the parking lot with leon as you approached your respected vehicles. the words left his lips seemed to slip out so effortlessly and you felt your heart catch in your throat.

"you outta let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night, if you're free," he says, his low tone brought a warmness into your chest. you look back at him, he's idly standing next to his motorcycle.

"yeah, that sounds great. i'd like that," you say, your tone is soft and shy as you look away. a smile is spread across your lips and leon mirrors with his own face.

your date with leon went extremely well, a nice dinner followed by a motorcycle ride. he was all over you the moment you two had gotten back to your apartment and you were not complaining.

his lips were on your neck as he slammed you into various walls around the house, a trail of clothes following you. usually leon would try to be more of a gentleman but he was completely and utterly obsessed with you.

his crush on you had always been there but something about the alcatraz mission changed it. maybe it was the way you protected all of those around you but his heart fully belonged to you.

your back hits the soft bed, both of you have been stripped down to undergarments and nothing more. his rough calloused hands feel up and down your body, grabbing your boobs. his lips are against yours as your hands tangle in his hair.

leon's bulge presses perfectly between your legs as the two of you grind on each other with desire and need. his touch was gentle as he removed the bra separating him from your tits. your bra was quickly thrown off to the floor, leon's mouth quickly finding its way to your quickly hardening nipple.

his mouth helps to stimulate the bud, letting pleasure rush down your body. you can't help the way your hips buck into his, a groan slips leon's lips and you know you need him inside you right now.

your hands are soon fumbling with his belt, leon catches your wrists stopping you.

"what do you think you're doing sweetheart?" he asks, you whimper out slightly.

"i need you leon, i need you inside me," you say, pleading with him to give you what you want. he can't help but give in to you with the way your glossy eyes look up at him and your beautiful face flushed.

leon lets go of your wrists and you're quick to continue your actions. his clothes join yours and it's not long before he's slipping his fingers in you, stretching you to make sure you can take his cock. you whine out, desperate for his length and leon coos at you.

"be patient now, can't have yourself getting hurt," he says, his tone dripping with sweetness. his fingers start doing a scissor motion and you can't help but moan from his touch.

soon enough your needy cunt is stretched just enough for leon. you can feel him rub his tip through your soaking folds. you prop yourself up and watch as he starts to slide into you, it almost looks like he's disappearing into your pussy.

his movement is slow as he lets you adjust, waiting for you to signal you're ready for more. this signal comes with a roll of your hips. leon starts to thrust into you deeply, his long cock kissing your cervix perfectly.

he continues to plow into you, not sure how long he can last with how deliciously your cunt clenches around him. you're a whiny and moaning mess from how well he's fucking you, and you can feel that familiar pressure building up in your stomach.

leon presses his calloused fingers down to your clit, rubbing it slightly to help push you over the edge. you shudder under his touch as your orgasm approaches, your body shaking as it does. leon's soon spilling his cum into your cunt from the sensation of your squeezing around him.

he's cursing into your ear as his hips sputter, soon pulling out.

"fuck, i didn't mean to-" he says, referring to the cum he just dumped into you. you silence him with a kiss before pulling away.

"i'm on the pill it's fine, plus it was um... it was hot," you admit, looking down. a chuckle leaves his lips as he reaches to your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

"i guess i'll have to do it more, huh sweetheart?" he teases and your face flushes as you roll your eyes. the two of you are completely smitten with each other.

[stayxlix]

Ok ok so feel free to bend and change this request to your liking. I been asking some of my favorite writers to try this request to see what they can come up with and I’m excited to see what you can do with this.

I was wondering if I can request a Felix story. Where y/n is dating hyunjin felix best friend and Felix at the beginning feels really guilty for liking her so much and always thinking about her. And one time when hyunjin leaves the reader and Felix alone, Felix snaps and kisses her which kinda freaks her out so he has no choice but to kidnap her because of his own jealousy and want. It’s a yandere type of story. If you don’t feel comfortable writing something that I request you can totally bend the story to your liking to feel more comfortable. Thank you ❤️

a/n: hiii<33 here it is FINALLY!!! i have to admit a yandere concept is something i had never thought about writing myself but im so happy you requested this type of concept because stepping out of my comfort zone is something i really enjoy, and i did take your input to shape the story in a way that felt comfortable for me.<3 im so thankful that you chose to trust me with your request, and that you consider me one of your favorite writers.🤗💕i really hope it lives up to expectations.🤭 (also i apologize in advance for the abrupt ending, that is the part i struggled with most so please forgive me for the massive cliffhanger🥹).

wc: 3.8k

pairing: yandere!felix x reader (f), hyunjin x reader (f)

warnings: yandere themes, obsessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, male masturbation, 18+ **minors do not interact**, please lmk if i missed any!!

The moment you stepped into Felix's life, it was as if a match had been struck in a dry forest, setting off a wildfire of emotions. From the very first time he’d laid eyes on you, Felix felt the heat of that blaze ripping through his soul. And if only you had taken the time to look—really look—into those deceptively innocent brown eyes, you might just have been able to see the flames raging behind them before it was too late.

Felix was a good friend. A loyal friend.

As a result of his tendency to put his friends first, he often found himself dragged into situations he had no desire to be a part of.

And tonight was no exception.

Tucked away in a corner underneath the dim, multi-colored lights of a crowded party, Felix stood nursing a half-empty cup of stale beer that had long lost its appeal. Boredom gnawed at him, urging him to leave, yet he lingered. His eyes darted to the entrance every so often with the desperate hope that Hyunjin—the sole reason he had even chosen to attend the party at all—would be next to walk through.

But as the minutes dragged on without any sign of his best friend, Felix's frustration grew. The obnoxious music was far too loud, the alcohol not nearly strong enough to dull the disappointment of the evening, so Felix huffed out a sigh as he reached for his phone. Bypassing his earlier unanswered messages to Hyunjin, he typed out one final message to let his best friend know that he was calling it a night and would meet him back at their shared apartment.

After pressing send and shoving his phone back into his pocket, Felix pushed off the wall. Tossing the cup into the nearest trash, he turned toward the exit. But before he could take a single step further, before his foot had even hit the ground, he was gripped by a sudden shift in the atmosphere—a change that swept through the room. Through Felix.

The door swung open and in the split second that followed, the party around him was dulled into nothing but a distant hum. To say that Felix was captivated by the figure that walked through the door would have been an incredible understatement.

Unable to look away, a shallow breath caught in his throat as his gaze traced the contours of the stranger’s body— of your body—the way the dress clung to your figure underneath the soft tangerine glow of the flickering party lights. The way long slits in the black material revealed teasing glimpses of your silhouette in the most enticing way.

You stepped further into the room, and it was almost as if an unseen force had guided your focus toward Felix, too. Because as your eyes swept over the chaos of the party, they effortlessly bypassed the rest of the crowd and landed directly on his.

A shy smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you caught the intensity of his stare, yet the glint in your eyes hinted at something far less innocent. And it was right then and there that Felix decided that he had to know you, to feel you—taste you. In every possible way.

Driven by some unexplainable primal desire, his feet began to move of their own accord. He shouldered through the crowd, anticipation electrifying the air around him as he took a step closer to you. One step closer, and then another and—

Then Hyunjin walked in behind you. 

In such a cruel twist of fate, Hyunjin followed you through that door. And with the confidence that only Hyunjin could exude, his arm casually slipped around your shoulders, claiming you as his own. 

Felix's stride faltered as he came to a sudden stop. His heart plummeted, a heavy weight settling in its place as he watched you turn to Hyunjin. Your smile grew, blossoming into a radiant expression that drove a dagger straight through his chest.

Laughter cut through the air like shards of glass as he registered the uncomfortable press of sweaty bodies that danced too close. The rhythm of the music throbbed louder than ever in his temples, its bass pounding a relentless echo in his chest that only amplified the emptiness he felt as he watched from across the crowd as Hyunjin leaned in to whisper something to your ear. Something meant for only you to hear.

You turned your head and planted a brief, affectionate kiss on Hyunjin's lips in response, and the single dagger in Felix's heart was replaced by a thousand.

When Hyunjin glanced up from the kiss, his eyes immediately found Felix lingering in the crowd. Warmth spread across his face as the familiar smile he reserved for his best friend lit up the room.

Felix lifted his hand in a single wave—an attempt to appear casual and completely unaffected by the way your fingers seamlessly intertwined with Hyunjin's as the older boy began to lead you over.

The space between you was reduced to less than a foot—thanks to the pressing crowd—and in that close proximity, Felix found himself engulfed by the subtle scent of your perfume. Its sweetness was reminiscent of a warm summer evening, enticing his senses just enough to leave him wanting more.

After apologizing for his dead phone battery, Hyunjin strained to introduce you over the music. Every syllable of your name echoed through Felix’s mind, and as Hyunjin went on to recount the story of how the two of you had met, his voice became nothing more than a distant murmur. Quite frankly, Felix didn’t really care how Hyunjin had been fortunate enough to know you first. So he tuned out his best friend and dedicated the entirety of his focus to stealing glances in your direction, struggling to keep his gaze from lingering too long. And Felix decided that not only were you stunning, but your aura, too, was nothing short of magnetic. Confidence radiated from you in a way that was just as intoxicating as the sweetness of your fragrance. Your eyes, however, refused to leave Hyunjin. And Felix couldn't help but wonder what he would have to do to capture your attention like that.

But Felix was a good friend.

So like any good friend would, he pushed away the thought. He clenched his fist and drew in a steadying breath. With significant effort, he plastered a smile across his face—one that didn't quite reach his eyes—and turned to his best friend. "I was actually on my way out," he said. "Not feeling well, sorry mate.”

Hyunjin frowned at the interruption. His eyes glazed over with worry as he studied Felix’s face before reaching over to offer him a reassuring pat on the back. "Sure, man,” he said. “Take care. See you back home.” And Felix didn’t need to wonder why Hyunjin didn’t push him any further to stay. If he were in Hyunjin’s shoes, he would’ve don’t the very same thing—if only for the opportunity to have you all to himself.

Felix almost regretted his decision to leave when you stepped forward and met his eyes for the second time that night, your delicate features softening in a way that made his knees weak.

"Nice meeting you, Felix.”

Fuck.

The way your voice wrapped around his name, the way it rolled off your tongue had his cock straining in his already too-tight pants.

“Hope you feel better,” you added, with a smile so saccharine it had Felix feeling far more intoxicated than any amount of alcohol ever could.

Somehow, he managed a weak nod in your direction before dropping his gaze and hurriedly making his way to the door. His heart hammered in his chest like a desperate plea, urging him to stay and grasp at the fragile thread of hope he’d felt when he first laid eyes on you.

But Felix was a good friend.

And so he fought the urge to look back as he stepped outside. The night air wrapped around him, cool against his skin, but the fire inside him burned brighter than ever as you stoked the flames in his mind.

—

Upon returning to their shared apartment, Felix found no respite in the solitude of his room. He tossed and turned in the darkness, putting every ounce of effort he had into forcing thoughts of you from his mind.

The rational part of him recognized the boundaries, the loyalty owed to Hyunjin..And he tried—he really did. Even as his hand crept down to palm the growing bulge in his boxers, he knew it was wrong. But his fingers betrayed the internal conflict, slipping beneath his waistband to wrap around the base of his pulsing cock. His eyes screwed shut as he tugged slowly, picturing how your lips would look wrapped around it—how your mouth would feel, how your eyes would look shimmering with tears when you choked on it. He edged himself, because Felix liked to mix pleasure with pain. And just as he was finally about to grant himself the release he so desperately craved, Felix was yanked back to reality by the soft thud of the front door closing.

Hushed whispers began to fill the silent space on the other side of his bedroom door. Felix immediately recognized his best friend’s voice, accompanied by—

Yours.

Felix stilled with his hand still wrapped around his cock. He listened to the shuffling of footsteps, hushed laughter, and then, the decisive click of Hyunjin's bedroom door closing—and locking.

His thoughts immediately went to the possibilities playing out on the other side of the shared wall. And it didn’t take long before sounds of pleasure filled the air, growing into filthy sounds of skin slapping on skin. Felix couldn't believe his ears as the sweetest moans he’d ever heard began to seep through the cracks in the wall. Moans coming from your mouth as you were getting fucked by his best friend. Your voice rose, spewing Hyunjin’s name like some prayer, and Felix was certain he had never been this hard in his entire fucking life. Panting, his eyes screwed shut and suddenly he was pumping his cock again two—three more times until he heard you shout, “F-fuck Hyunjin I’m cumming!” and Felix came with you. The hardest he ever had, thick ropes of white shooting across his abdomen. 

After he’d finished and was thoroughly disgusted with himself, Felix lie there hoping that he wouldn’t have to interact with you in the morning. That you would be gone before the sun rose—following the pattern of those before you who had occupied Hyunjin's world for a single night. Although Felix was positive he would never find anyone quite like you, he could get over you—he would force himself to get over you, because of the unwavering loyalty he held for his best friend who had been by his side for as long as he could remember. 

Felix didn't even know you. And so, it should be easy enough to forget you, he thought.

Straightforward.

Already done.

Except for the fact that it wasn’t. Because as the weeks unfolded, it became painfully clear that your presence in Hyunjin's life—and thus, in Felix's life—would become far more profound than any fleeting one night stand. 

In the beginning, Felix had done a decent job at maintaining his distance. But the more time he spent around you, the harder it became to contain whatever it was that was burning inside of him. And it certainly didn’t help that Hyunjin insisted on weaving you into their lives. Inviting you to their late-night movie marathons, welcoming you to their favorite hangout spots, ensuring that you were always included in their plans. Felix found himself torn between the agony of watching you grow closer to his best friend and the sheer ecstasy of having you near.

Naturally, Hyunjin remained blissfully unaware of the effect you had on Felix, too wrapped up in you himself. But Felix was a good friend, determined to ensure that his commitment to his friendship would prevail. And he couldn’t deny the happiness you brought into his best friend's life. He had never seen Hyunjin so content—his expressions more animated, his laughter more genuine, his smiles more frequent than ever before. So Felix gritted his teeth and buried his attraction beneath layers of forced indifference. He put on thoughtful expressions when you spoke, despite the fact that the only thing he could think about was slipping his aching length between your legs. He smiled at you, and pretended like his cock wasn’t raw from how he abused it every night while scrolling through candid pictures of you he'd snapped without your permission. He went out of his way to make you feel comfortable, when all he wanted was for someone to make you cry so that he could be the one to wipe your tears.

Like a seasoned performer, as the months slipped by Felix became adept at masking the flames of longing and desire that raged beneath the surface. He became good at it..Until late one afternoon, in the quiet expanse of the library’s upper floor, when Felix came across you as he was heading home for the day. Your nose was buried in a heavy book, brow furrowed in concentration. And as Felix stood there, captivated by the sight of the setting sun's golden rays delicately brushing across your features, he etched the moment into the corridors of his memory, preserving it for...later reflection. You lifted your head, meeting his eyes like you had the very first night you'd met, and suddenly Felix wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to keep up the act. There was a brief pause from both of you—a silent acknowledgment of Hyunjin’s absence—before you graced Felix with a small wave.

Praying that his eagerness remained hidden, Felix made his way toward you. "Need some help?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a gentle undertone that eased some of the tension in your shoulders. You had always been comfortable with Felix, and he had always known it.

You sighed with exasperation, and it took everything for Felix not to let his gaze linger on your lips—soft and inviting, and a little swollen, as if you had been biting them in contemplation. “I’ve been at this for hours and normally Hyunjin helps me with this stuff, but he's been swamped with rehearsals lately,” you said.

Felix, suppressing the swirl of emotions triggered by the novelty of being alone with you, mustered a warm smile with sincerity that he made sure was reflected his eyes. "Is there anything I can help with?"

—

After the study session, Felix insisted that he walk you home—it was late, dark, and he genuinely cared about your safety amidst the unpredictable nighttime campus atmosphere. After all, what kind of friend would he be to Hyunjin if he let something happen to you? The conversation between you flowed effortlessly as it always did, and when you reached your doorstep you turned to him with a grateful smile, your eyes reflecting the trust that had blossomed between you over time. "Thank you, Lixie,” you said. The affection in your tone resonated like a soothing melody, and Felix couldn't help but revel in the nickname he had grown so fond of. "I really appreciate your help tonight," you added.

Felix returned your smile. "Anytime," he replied, "I'm just a text away if you need anything. Have a good night."

In the days that followed your meeting in the library, a seemingly natural rhythm developed between you and Felix. After discreetly familiarizing himself with your schedule and study habits, Felix began to strategically position himself in the library. He made sure to be there during those moments when you studied while patiently waiting for Hyunjin to conclude his dance practice.

Felix spent those precious hours focused entirely on you. He marveled at the way your eyes lit up with understanding, the soft sighs of relief when a difficult concept finally clicked. And he couldn't help but wonder whether your conversations held the same weight for you as they did for him. He wondered if you shared the details of your time spent together with Hyunjin. Or if perhaps, like Felix, you wanted to keep those shared moments a secret. 

A substantial pang of guilt gripped Felix's chest whenever he thought about it..But Hyunjin never mentioned anything—the routine of their friendship continued without interruption—and with time, the guilt dwindled. Fading into insignificance until it was hardly there at all.

Before he knew it, every innocent interaction between the two of you had become a significant event in his mind. Every stolen moment with you fueled his desire, long after Felix stopped trying to convince himself that what he felt was wrong. A friendly hug became an embrace laden with unspoken emotions. A playful nudge became a secret message, a whispered promise of something more. He couldn't see the truth anymore—couldn't separate reality from the distorted perceptions in his mind. He would lose himself to fantasies where he'd confess his love and you would respond by affirming that you felt the same. And Hyunjin would support the two of you—understanding and encouraging the connection between you and Felix—because Hyunjin was a good friend too.

Unfortunately, you were so madly in love with Hyunjin that you hadn’t noticed how the behavior of his roommate was a little..off. 

That particular evening, Hyunjin hadn’t planned on running late when he told you meet him at their apartment for your anniversary. When you texted him to let him know that you were there, he’d responded with a simple message:

Practice went late again I'm sorry, baby. Lix is there, he'll let you in. Call you when I'm outside, I'm taking you to dinner. Love u.

Your eyes, fixed on your phone screen, met Felix’s only briefly when he opened the door. As you stepped past him your thoughts remained focused solely on Hyunjin and how excited you were to see him. To be in his arms, to kiss him and exchange the details of your day. “Thanks, Lixie," you said, voice trailing as you made your way toward Hyunjin's room.

But you paused in front of Felix's room on the way, curiosity piqued by the soft lavender glow escaping from the cracked door. Drawn in by your favorite color, you ventured further inside, tossing your phone and purse onto the bed as you had done numerous times before. You found Felix's new computer setup, adorned with the vibrant purple lights that cast a mesmerizing aura throughout the room. The hum of the powerful machine filled the air, accompanied by a song from your favorite band. Your ears caught the familiar melody, though you didn't fully process the significance of it. You hummed casually, not realizing that Felix had intentionally picked the track just for you. The entire setup spoke volumes about Felix's passion for technology and his very, very meticulous attention to detail. 

Your fingers traced the sleek edges of the keyboard, and Felix couldn’t help but notice the way your skirt rode up when you bent over to get a closer look. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip as his eyes devoured the curve of your ass. “Check out the cable management at the back. Its nerdy, but I've spent quite some time making sure its all organized,” he said, knowing damn well that you would need to bend over further to see it. Which is exactly what you did, allowing Felix catch a full glimpse of the red lacy panties you had on underneath your skirt.

Fuck.

His favorite color. Had you worn them for him? Did Hyunjin even know you were coming over tonight?

Every question he’d ever had about your intentions swirled in his mind until Felix knew that he couldn't let uncertainty linger any longer.

When you stood and turned around, his lips were on yours.

Cherry flavored lip gloss, just like the one he had swiped from your purse last week in the library. For a split second, your lips pressed ever so slightly harder against his before you pulled back, covering your mouth with a hand. Your eyes went wide with shock. "Lixie...We’re friends..” you whispered. “We’re friends”, you repeated, a little firmer this time. 

Abruptly, your eyes darted to your illuminated phone screen on the bed. Following your gaze, Felix observed the caller ID, and he had never felt more like a fool. The stark reality hit him with unforgiving force as he witnessed the love mirrored in your eyes when you stared down at the glowing image of Hyunjin. He saw the depth of your very real feelings for his best friend, and how he had misinterpreted everything.

But Felix was so far gone that when you reached for your phone, his hands moved of their own accord, pushing it off the bed and sending it clattering to the floor. “Felix..” you whispered. But another impulse had him kicking your phone underneath the door—the door you hadn't realized he had closed behind you when you’d entered the room.

“Don't answer that,” he muttered, his own eyes wide with desperation. “Just...Just listen, please just let me explain," he begged, shifting in front of the closed door and reaching behind to lock it.

The shock in your expression mirrored the terror of a creature caught in the midst of an uncontrollable forest fire. And Felix felt creeping panic begin to take hold within him because this isn't how it was supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to be looking at him like that. Desperation clawed at his throat, his heart pounded in his chest, "I can explain," he pleaded. The taste of your lips lingered on his, a bittersweet reminder of his impulsive action. He observed the subtle tremor in your hands, a sign of your unease. He felt the hurt in your eyes—a hurt he had caused. And he knew that he had to fix this.

He just needed more time.

“Felix, what are you doing?" you whispered as he took a step toward you. Your eyes darted toward the door, his fingers brushed the fabric of your sleeve, and the raging inferno within Felix exploded. The crackling heat seared through his veins and—

The distant click of the front door closing echoed from the hallway.

And the realization hit Felix like a sudden downpour—What kind of friend would he be if he let Hyunjin find out what he’d done?

[sleepingsun501]

Good Morning, Princess

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!reader

Summary: Boba helps satisfy your needs after you wake up hot and bothered in the middle of the night.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (Minors DNI)

Warnings: Soft!dom Boba, established relationship, female masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, praise, PiV sex (wrap it up), aftercare.

Word Count: 2k

Ao3 link

A/N: MINORS GET OUT OF HERE!! Hello all!! It’s been a while since I’ve churned out a fic, but I got inspired and couldn’t keep it in. It’s my first time writing for Boba, so I hope you all enjoy!! If this isn’t your cup of tea, however, just scroll on.

Good Morning, Princess

In the early hours of the morning, well before the suns rose above the sands, you found yourself squirming beneath the heavy blankets on your luxurious bed and trying to ignore the persistent ache between your legs.

It had hit you unexpectedly, waking you in the dead silence of the night and only grew worse as the hours passed, making you restless and uncomfortable. You had done your best to ignore it, but your body was beginning to overheat with need—the cool desert air wafting in from the Dune Sea doing very little to soothe you.

Boba lay oblivious beside you—one arm tucked behind his head, softly snoring, and looking more peaceful than you had seen him in weeks. The steady rise and fall of his muscular chest in the low light did not help to quell the need stirring in your core, but you would not wake him for this. The stress on the mighty Daimyo’s shoulders had been heavy lately, and although he was still incredibly capable, the sleepless nights of his bounty hunting days were over. You could not imagine how badly he needed to make up for all that lost sleep.

Not wanting to disturb him but unable to bear the urges any longer, you shimmied your way further to the edge of the sprawling bed, pausing briefly when Boba shifted from the absence of your warmth.

Silently, you slipped a hand beneath the seam of your soaked panties and covered your mouth with your other hand to stifle your pleasured gasp, trying to imagine your fingers as Boba’s drawing tight, fast circles on your swollen clit to relieve the pressure building within you.

For several minutes, it seemed to help, but it did not last. You closed your eyes to keep your concentration and tried to pretend the powerful man beside you was the one bringing you to the edge of bliss, but it was no use. Your fingers were too small, too soft to be his.

Feeling frustration take the place of your brief contentment, you whimpered needily into your hand. In your desperation, you drew your legs up and plunged your fingers as deeply as you could into your drenched walls, but you could not reach that sweet spot you craved.

“Mesh’la,” Boba’s deep voice rumbled languidly from across the large bed.

Startled, you squeaked in surprise and yanked your hand from your dripping folds, scrambling to hide yourself beneath the blankets before Boba quickly snatched them from your grasp, leaving you exposed in your skimpy nightgown. The embarrassment of having been caught flooded through you in waves, only fueling your arousal as Boba’s knowing gaze locked onto your own.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you… I just… I-I was…” your words sputtered out of your mouth like the mewlings of a tooka kitten that had found its voice for the first time as you reached for the stolen blankets.

You yelped again as Boba reached over, pulled you to his side of the bed in one quick, fluid motion, and settled over you. He braced his hands on either side of you and was still peering down at you with that infuriatingly unreadable expression, and you felt the flush rising in your cheeks.

“Y-you were sleeping… I’m sorry,” you apologized automatically.

“You know you could have woken me, princess,” he whispered, his eyes softening and tracing the curve of your cheek with the roughened pad of his thumb. “I’m a little disappointed you didn’t.”

“But—” you started, but your excuse died on your tongue when you saw the desire burning in his deep brown eyes. A pang of guilt settled deep in your gut from the look, making your tightening core impossibly uncomfortable. “I just didn’t want to wake you. You looked so tired earlier and I could’ve taken care of myself,” you explained, breaking your eyes away from him in shame.

The thumb brushing your cheek grasped your chin and forced you to look back at him. “You don’t get to cum unless I say so,” he said quietly. His voice may have been soft, but the firm tone was irrefutable. “Unless I’ve suddenly started to talk in my sleep, I don’t recall saying so tonight.”

You shook your head in admission, biting your lip and shifting beneath him. His whole body was like a cage above you, and you wanted nothing more than to be ravaged by him—you wanted to feel his muscles flexing beneath the softness of his tummy crushing you to your shared bed, and the hardness of his cock stretching you open and driving deep within you until you forgot your name.

“Does my princess need to be taken care of?” Boba asked, taking the hand you had been pleasuring yourself with and suckling your fingers into his mouth. He cleaned your fingers thoroughly with his tongue, humming his approval when he tasted you, before hiking your nightgown up above your breasts and taking one into his mouth.

You gasped as your nipple pebbled beneath his tongue, and he spread your knees apart to grind his hips into yours. He was hard as a rock, feeling your intense heat through your soaking panties, and repeated his question impatiently against the shell of your ear. “I’m waiting for an answer, little one.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes, Boba. Just need you,” you sighed, pressing your hips up to meet his.

Returning to your breast, he gave your nipple a love bite, making you moan but doing nothing to assuage the ache now threatening to overwhelm your senses. “I think you should apologize first. Only good girls get to cum.”

You pouted at his teasing, but you also knew Boba would drag this out until the twin suns rose high in the sky if he wanted to as he began leaving delicate marks on your chest.

“I… I’m sorry,” you whimpered as he sucked a darker mark onto the tender skin of your opposite breast.

He chuckled darkly at your pathetic attempt. “Come now, my sweet girl, you can do better than that.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t wake you,” you breathed, your hands coming up to grasp his broad shoulders. “I want you, Boba. I want you to make me cum. I need you inside me… need to cum on your cock. Please, I’ll be good and tell you when I need you from now on, I promise.”

Seemingly satisfied with your plea, Boba pushed your dampened panties aside and slid a thick finger into your warmth. You cried out in relief as your body responded to the intrusion, your cunt tightening around the digit and rocking your hips to grind your clit against his palm.

“That wasn’t so difficult, now was it, princess?” he teased, the smirk on his face leaching into his voice. He curled his finger inside you, finding that sensitive spot with ease before adding a second.

“Ohh, Maker… Boba, please more. I need… just need more!” you begged as the hot, electric sparks of your arousal fired through your limbs. You grasped his shoulders so tightly that your nails left little half moons dimpled into his bronzed, scarred skin.

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll give you what you want, but fingers first. Always have to make sure you’re ready to take me,” he practically growled.

You pouted again, but any brattiness behind it melted away with a needy whimper as he eased his underwear down and slipped one of your hands around his length before settling beside you and throwing your leg over his hip. “That’s right, baby girl, you can take it. I know you can.”

You grasped his thick, leaking cock greedily and stroked him as best you could in time with his movements. Just the way he twitched and throbbed in your grasp with a deep groan was already enough to push you to the edge.

Combined with his fingers making the most lewd sounds as they pumped in and out of your soaked cunt, the feeling of his sturdy body shielding you, and the encouragement dripping from his beautiful lips, it was all too much to hold back. You crashed over the edge with a desperate cry into his chest, burying yourself against him for both affection and security as you rode out your first high.

“There it is,” he murmured soothingly into your hair, continuing to stroke you as you clenched around him. “That’s my good girl. That feels better, doesn’t it?”

You could barely hear him as your heart thundered in your ears. The tension and heat in your tightly wired core finally releasing around his long fingers but only bringing you a fraction of the relief you craved.

Before you had stopped spasming, Boba rested you onto your back again as you twitched through the aftershocks and buried himself in your walls with slow, steady strokes. He graciously waited until he felt the stretch of your walls accommodate him comfortably, but all you could do was cling to his dense shoulders again as he began pounding into you, losing himself in your wet heat.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight… always so perfect for me,” he praised, his tone borderline reverential. He ran a hand up your body over the silk of your nightgown that had fallen back into place, marveling at the softness of it over your searing hot skin and silently worshiping you with his touch.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you gasped out his name, feeling your entire body quake beneath him as he drove you into the mattress. Somewhere in the depths of your lust-addled brain, you were glad he had taken you apart with his fingers first. He had gotten you out of your head, and now you could fully surrender to his control, never having felt safer in any other man’s arms.

The length of his thick cock slipping through your slick cunt was addictive and each stroke pushed you both higher into ecstasy, a sensation which you wished would never end. Even through the fervor of his thrusts, Boba cupped the back of your head ever so gently and brought your lips to his in the tenderest of kisses.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his breath hot and sweet against your skin. “I love you, my perfect girl. Love you so much… gonna take care of you… never letting you go.”

“Boba…” you sighed, the devotion in his words melting your heart. You were about to echo the sentiment, but he stole your words from you with another breathless kiss as he reached between you and found your clit again.

You could feel yourself hurtling toward that blissful cliff again, bracing yourself for the plunge you knew he would take with you as he chased his release.

“Boba, I need—need to… please!” you cried, begging for permission.

“Together, baby. Cum with me.”

With a hiss and a shuddering, throaty groan, Boba tensed above you, pressing his forehead to yours. You could feel the heat deep within your walls as he painted your insides, and it triggered your second orgasm. Your cunt sucked him in deep as your legs trembled and locked in a vice grip around his waist, and Boba could not help but sigh your name sweetly at the sensation.

Though you both savored the peak as long as you could, you shivered at the loss of him as he eventually eased his softening cock from you. He quickly maneuvered you out of your sweaty nightgown and into the cradle of his arms as he reclined back and pulled the soft blankets up over your exposed form.

The faintest tinge of gold and pink was appearing beyond the horizon through the arches of the balcony, but Boba only had eyes for you. He toyed with the ends of your hair as he took you in, smiling down at you gently.

“I think we’re due for a bit of a lie-in today, don’t you think?” he asked.

You giggled and nodded in agreement, already settling into his chest and wanting to drift back to sleep in his strong arms. “Good morning, my love.”

He rested his head against the top of yours, breathing in your scent, and you felt him relax as well. “Good morning, princess.”

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[ughgoaway]

still thinking about yesterday's lore drop btw

specifically him waving girlie down telling her some random dick wanted to offer her a drink from afar but he's actually faking it because he just wants her to sit at his bar/be close to him

and then he just whips up the best drink she's ever tasted because of course his intuition is fucking on point

OHHH anon I love this sm!! sorry this is so late lol, the lore drop was more like a week ago at this point but OH WELL

You’re on a night out with your friends, unknowingly at the very same bar Matty works at. You made an effort because it was a close friend's birthday, and she wanted you all to look good. So you slink in feeling incredible, dressed up in a tiny skirt and a top that shows off basically all it can before it would be illegal. You're preparing to finally have a night without thinking about him, even considering picking up a random guy and putting on a show through the wall.

But that all gets shattered the second you see Matty standing behind the bar with that sickeningly charming smile shaking a cocktail and winking at a pack of girls clearly swooning over him. Of course, the second your eyes start to slide over to his exposed arms, you feel his gaze on you, and you can't stop yourself from moving your stare up to him, holding contact for a few seconds longer than you should. But you get dragged away just as another sex at the beach order comes through for Matty.

It's then and there you vow not to go up to the bar all night, you know you’ll need to cover a round eventually but right now the idea of seeing Matty whilst slightly tipsy and in a hot sticky bar feels like a risk you're not willing to take. Round 5 comes and you know it's your turn, but you pass your card off to someone else to pay for you, you glance over to the bar as Matty reads the name on the card, and with laser precision his eyes meet yours across the sea of bodies, you snatch your glance away immediately, but you can feel his burning into the back of your head.

You try to dance without thinking of him, swaying your hips to every beat, grinding against your friends whilst giggling and even dancing with a guy for a couple of songs. Sweat drips down your neck as you press into him, swiping your hair to the side to gaze into his eyes and smirk, wrapping your hands behind his neck and tugging him even closer. Every second that passes you're more and more aware of another set of eyes on you, but you ignore it—closing your eyes and letting the beat run through your body.

Eventually, you have to slink past the bar, desperate to go fix your makeup in the bathroom and of course, it's on Matty’s side of the room. You try to time your move carefully, speed walking as soon as his back is turned, and you're almost there when you hear someone whistle from behind you. Slowly you turn, soon being faced with that familiar sly smile and a hand waving you over. Reluctantly, you walk over to the bar, huffing when you place your hands on the sticky wooden surface and look up at Matty.

“What.” you say dryly, trying your very best not to stare at his forearms, and fighting the urge to study the tattoo peeking out of his rolled-up sleeve. 

“Well aren't you cheery tonight, sweetheart,” Matty teases, sliding a martini over to the blonde next to you without a second glance at her, much to her dismay judging the way her face falls and her once-pushed-together elbows drop to her side.

Before you can snap back, Matty cuts you off, reaching for a bottle of vodka as he speaks, “Don't worry love, m’not hitting on you. But some guy over there wanted to send a drink over to you, and who am I to take a drink from a pretty girl” he winks as he finishes, bending beneath the bar to grab a martini glass.

You pause suspiciously before you speak, waiting for the catch, but Matty’s hands keep moving so you decide you might as well take the drink from the mystery man, “... fine. I’ll take a-”

Once again Matty cuts you off, and it quickly becomes more than you can handle, having to clench your hands together to fight the urge to slap him across his pretty smug face, “Ah ah, bartender’s choice, baby. I know what you like.” Matty clicks his tongue as he works.

A few seconds of silence pass but they’re quickly broken, “Saw you dancing with that bloke earlier,” Matty says, clenching his jaw, fighting what he really wants to say, “just don't get too loud when you bring him back later, yeah? I'm opening this place tomorrow and I don't wanna be kept up by your fake moaning” he watches your jaw drop and can't help himself from imitating the same noises he hears through your walls, loudly exclaiming, “oh! Yes! oh!” but after a few seconds, your hand slaps over his mouth, muffling his exaggerated moans.

“Jesus Christ, has no one ever told you to just shut the fuck up? You're like a wind-up toy, you never fucking stop” Matty wiggles his eyebrows at the mention of a toy, but soon holds up his hands in surrender, and you carefully remove your hand from his mouth, prepared to slap it back over in an instant if you need to.

Matty's hands keep moving as he speaks, as if making the drink is instinctual, “If you wanted to shut me up I can think of much better ways than that, princess” he teases as slides your drink over the bar, finishing it with a garnish of orange peel. 

You roll your eyes before taking a sip, not dignifying his comment with a response, but you can't help but moan audibly at the taste of the drink. It's unlike anything you've ever tasted. You take another deep sip before pulling it back, forgetting to put up your guarded front before speaking to Matty, “holy shit that's delicious, what is it?” You place the glass on the bar, sticking your finger in the drink and slipping in your mouth, letting a droplet fall from your bottom lip as you do.

Matty stands mesmerised for a few seconds, studying the way you suck your finger into your mouth and twirl your tongue around it, imagining a variety of ways you could better use your tongue. But he snaps back and quickly puts on a cocky smile, “Ah ah, s’a secret love. My own special recipe. Will just have to keep coming here if you want one, just in case you need an excuse to see me, darling.”

“Plus, I need to hear that pretty moan of yours again when I serve it up, can't expect me to let another man to hear that, can you angel?” the sheer number of nicknames Matty has in his repertoire would be impressive if each one didn't make you roll your eyes. You quickly down the rest of the drink, exaggeratedly liking the rim of the glass with Matty’s eyes trained on you. His eyes follow the glass back to the bar top, looking at the perfect lipstick stain on the lip of it.

“Bye Matthew,” you say dryly, waving as you walk away, acutely aware of his eyes on you as they always are. You slink into the bathroom to take a deep breath, trying and failing to act like the past 10 minutes haven't made your panties wet and your thighs sticky.

Just as you pass the threshold the other bartender working with Matty comes up to him and taps him on the shoulder, “You’re gonna have to pay for that you know, you only get one free drink a night” he says sternly. Matty was lucky he couldn't see how hard he rolled his eyes from behind him, bored of how stuck up his coworker was. 

“It's fine Darren, I'm sure I can scrounge up the money. Got a £30 tip earlier so that should more than cover it” Matty sighs, being dragged away from staring in the direction you walked away in by yet another gaggle of girls asking for espresso martinis.

[echo-rambles]

use my body against me

summary: when a drunk text to your ex gets answered in a way you never expected, it leads to falling right back into old habits. tags: past established relationship, ex-boyfriend chan, suggestive content but nothing explicit, mention of recreational alcohol use, swearing. notes: title from the way you miss me by all time low. mostly a rewrite of my very first reader insert fic, because I loved the concept but I wasn't a fan of my own writing, and I think I've vastly improved since. I might write a continuation, but no promises.

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The situation you currently find yourself in is truly one of your own making. There’s really no one else to blame, no matter how much you would love to point the finger at literally anyone besides yourself. 

There’s a text message from Bang Christopher Chan sitting there, on your phone. Staring up at you almost accusatory and chilling you to the bone. 

-Good morning, I hope you’re drinking water to combat all of that vodka you consumed last night! hahaha 

At first, the text means nothing to you. It leaves you in a state of mild confusion only exacerbated by your incredible hangover. How would he know you drank your weight in liquor? The only answer you can even try to think up isn’t a good one. Feeling brave and a little nauseous, you decide to scroll up, farther into this conversation between you and your ex.

The confusion melts away into horror as you locate the beginning of this conversation. One glance at the selfie you sent has the memory coming back to you, causing your headache to flare. Oh no.

It was late last night, and you had already drank one too many shots of whatever fruity flavored vodka was available. Shut away in Felix’s bathroom, the light overhead far too harsh and fluorescent, pulling your shirt down enough to show off your cleavage. Snapping a picture in the mirror above the sink, leaning into the counter and trying your best to look some approximation of sexy. 

Fumbling fingers sent it to Chan. The first text between the two of you in months. 

Looking at the selfie now has your stomach twisting into knots. Oh no. The texts that followed aren’t any better. Actually, they somehow make the entire situation worse. 

-the fact that i wore this shirt hoping you’d be at this party only to learn you went home EARLY?

-i wasted such an amazing outfit and for nothing

-i bet you looked good too. bastard

-sometimes i can’t tell if i miss you or just the weight of you on top of me 

-i miss how good you were -i know fora fact i miss your mouth -i miss your mouth on MY MOUTH -omg i miss my mouth on your

You swipe away from those messages. Knowing for a fact you’ll have to read them eventually, to get a proper understanding of the things you said to him. But not right now. Right now you continue to scroll, your texts devolving into a mix of incomprehensible emojis and bitching at Chan about things he very obviously can’t control. You were a mess, holy shit. Who even let you text? Why wasn’t your phone confiscated the moment vodka hit your lips?

The only things that Chan has replied with since your terrible wall of drunk texts is an initial Oh wow lol, and his aforementioned good morning text.

It could be worse, right? He could’ve blocked you or typed out an excruciatingly long lecture about drinking responsibly. It honestly could’ve been so much worse. 

Crawling your way out of bed, still vaguely nauseous and trying to fight the urge to lay face down on the floor and never get up again, you shuffle your way into the bathroom. First thing’s first before you tackle whatever the fuck is on your phone, you decide to wash up to feel human again.

The world can fall apart around you for all you care. All you want is a shower and some toothpaste. 

Wrapped in a towel and your toothbrush sticking out of your mouth, you finally decide to reply. You probably shouldn’t, especially now that you’re sober and know better, but you have to apologize. That feels like the polite thing to do. 

Well, the only way to begin is by beginning. 

-lol hey good afternoon 

-I ended up demolishing an entire water bottle when I got home last night but sadly it wasn’t enough to save me

How do you even apologize for last night? Sorry I was so angry and horny and I made it your problem? Sorry that the first time I've texted you since we broke up was a drunk thirst trap? So sorry, and hey by the way how have you been since we had the messiest breakup because you’re bad at prioritizing and I’m bad at communication? 

Yeah, definitely none of that. 

You’re still standing there in your bathroom, staring into the mirror and brushing your teeth on autopilot as your mind spins into itself, when your phone lights up. One notification followed swiftly by a second, making your phone buzz on the counter. 

Chan’s contact stares back at you, both messages fading off into ellipses. 

-Ah, RIP. You should’ve drank three…

-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could…

Oh, you don’t think this is the sort of message you can read by yourself while still combating the aching nausea of a hangover. Absolutely not, whatever he has to say can be answered once you have a sufficient amount of caffeine and the right company. 

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

“I need a second opinion.” It’s the first thing you say, after sitting down across from Felix and shoving your phone at him. Showing off the string of text messages you experienced after waking up. You still haven’t read the newest text. 

Felix barely even moves his head from where it’s resting against the table. He’s clearly just as hungover as you are, but you feel like you’re in the middle of making a very bad decision and you need a second opinion. You shimmy your phone under the seam where his forehead meets the wood. 

With a little pout and deep groan, he’s shifting around and unlocking your phone. The silence stretches on as he swipes through the text thread and stares, blinks, and blinks some more. With a start, he’s sitting up straight, pulling the phone closer. 

“Wait, he wants to meet up with you?”

“He wants to what?” You snatch the phone from his hands, finally reading the text yourself. 

-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could maybe grab lunch? Or, if you’re still too hungover for lunch, maybe something later?

Just the idea of seeing him again has something hot and electric buzzing through your veins. Your immediate instinct is to say yes. You want to say yes so badly, yes a thousand times over. Instead you very deliberately place your phone onto the table. 

Felix has slumped back into his seat, eyeing you warily. “I thought you weren’t talking to him?”

“I mean- I wasn’t. But now I am, kind of? It’s not that big of a deal-” 

“It felt like you two went through a divorce, I don’t know if I’d say it’s ‘not a big deal’-”

“I’m over it!” You proclaim, a little loudly. A little desperately. “And he is too if he’s talking to me.” 

All you get in response is Felix’s eyebrows pitching inwards and his mouth molding into a little frown. The type of frown that is trying very hard to not be a frown. He’s giving you the most pitying look you’ve probably ever seen on his angelic face. 

You should say no. Scoop up your phone and tell him that you can’t make it. Conjure up some far flung excuse so that you won’t reopen old wounds. But you want to see him again, desperately. 

You tap your fingers along the edge of the table. “Is this a bad idea?” 

“Do you want my truthful answer?” Felix replies from the depths of his hoodie. Your phone sits between you, dark screen facing the ceiling. 

You think for a moment. “Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, fuck you.” 

The thing is, you know he has a point. It doesn’t feel very good but it’s true. Sure, you and Chan can be amicable over text, but that’s over text. Who knows what will happen if you’re face to face. Would it be awkward and stilted? Or maybe everything you say to each other will be filled with vitriolic anger. Things didn’t exactly end on the best terms, and that might just leak into an otherwise pleasant meeting. 

But you are nothing if not a professional at both denial and deflections, so you push all of those thoughts very far away. 

Maybe this could be a new start. Maybe you and Chan could be the incredibly rare type of people who are friends with their ex. You’d like that, actually, to have Chan back in your life beyond some tertiary character you hear about from other people. Texting him reminded you how much you actually miss your best friend. 

Snatching your phone up, you just barely restrain yourself from checking to see if you somehow managed to miss any new messages. 

“It’s a friend thing! Friend’s hang out all the time. We're going to go get coffee or something equally platonic and we're going to ignore all of the drunk texts I sent him!” Your voice raises in pitch towards the end, and it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than anything else.

Felix gives you a very unimpressed look. “You told him that you miss the feel of his-”

“I know what I said!"

"In your mouth-"

"Thank you!”

Those texts are burned into your brain, you're well aware of the things you sent Chan. How they got more detailed the more you sent. Just remembering some of them has you flushing.

“I mean," Felix hums, oblivious to the direction your thoughts are taking. "I guess it could be a thing friends do.” There's too much sarcasm in his words for your liking.

“As if you haven’t said something similar to any of your friends.”

One of his eyebrows arch, and the gesture is so very pointed. “Any friend that I’ve gotten on my knees for was never at any point an extremely complicated ex.”

"Shut the fuck up." He's right and you hate it.

But still. You want to see Chan so badly. Finally you give in to the all consuming urge to reply. Opening up Chan’s contact, your fingers work quickly. 

-I mean, if you’re paying…

-Of course I’ll pay haha 

-then count me in!

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone cave so quickly.” Felix sighs, but there’s something all tangled into his words. Some emotion you can’t really identify right now. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it sounds hopeful. 

“Seriously, shut up.” 

“You came here asking for my opinion!” 

“Well!” You huff, trying not to glance at the little typing bubble that appears under your fingers. Signaling that Chan is in the middle of replying to you. He wants to continue your stupid little conversation. Your heart does a funny little wiggle at the sight. “I’ll take what you said into consideration, I guess.”

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Felix was probably right, and that was such a complicated thought to have while Chan’s hand was currently palming you through your shirt. 

See, it really had started out with grabbing coffee together. Something extremely casual with no pressure, the conversation just a little awkward at the start. Both of you trying to remember how to be civil towards each other, how to smile and laugh at jokes. It came a lot easier to Chan, as always. But you missed this. You missed being in the same space as him and hearing his voice and fucking hell, Felix was right; you’re so incredibly weak. 

You tried so hard to keep things on track, really you did. The possibility of being friends was right there, laid out in front of you. But then Chan smiled- that small little smile where he ducks his head and bites at his lip and looks up at you from under those fucking eyelashes of his, and oh. You were gone.

He makes it almost disgustingly easy to be around him. It makes your head buzz. 

Somehow the touch of your fingers against the inside of his wrist lead you to his apartment. Where he pins you to the wall and kisses you so deeply you can feel it in your toes. You almost forgot what it felt like when Chan put his full strength into holding you in place. It’s heady. 

He still tastes the same. Somehow, in the midst of his hands gripping and tugging you closer, pressing your hips flush together, that’s the thought that floats its way to the forefront. Chan tastes the same, even after all this time where you never got to taste him. He feels the same too, a little wider, mostly in his shoulders, but still familiar. He makes the same little noise in the back of his throat when you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

It’s all so familiar and you could choke on it. 

You should probably talk about this. The making out, yes, absolutely, but also the last few months and the texts and him asking to see you out of the blue. It should be talked about, right? Except what would you even say? You’ll just rehash the same things you’ve been saying. You felt ignored and he felt suffocated and you could never find a way to meet in the middle because you’re both stubborn. 

You should say something though, right? Right? 

The press of his hand against the dip of your waist, pulling you closer, has you losing any semblance of what language even is. Words? Who needs them? He’s hooking his other hand behind your knee and hiking it up, guiding you to wrap your leg around him, and really all you can think about is how you aren’t close enough.

You sneak your fingers up under the hem of his shirt, feeling the expanse of his skin, and the sound of the breathiest gasp leaving his lips settles along the curve of your spine. 

This doesn’t feel like a particularly good idea, but then he’s grinding against you, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh, and it doesn’t really matter all that much. 

“Is this a terrible idea?” He asks, practically breathing the words directly into your mouth, and you find it a little funny. Not only are you both having the same sort of thought, but it feels incredibly belated. 

“Honestly Chris? I don’t really give a fuck.” 

That gets him to laugh. Just the quietest little giggle into the skin of your jaw. His hand moves, until he’s grabbing at your ass and angling your hips higher, and it’s really such an inspired thing. The feeling of him, hard through his denim, pressing into you has a moan tripping out of you. 

You definitely need to talk about this. 

Chan keeps touching you, kissing you, undressing you. Little by little, constantly asking 'is this ok? Yeah? We can stop whenever you want-' because he's still a gentleman. You haven't been this close to him in months, but he's still so fucking considerate. It'd be more maddening if it wasn't so familiar. If anything it’s reassuring, filling you with a stupid amount of confidence. You know how to deal with this. 

You repeat yes over and over, hands at his shoulders and licking the word into his mouth, no matter how much he asks. 

He peels your shirt away, careful with the fabric, mouth already trailing down your neck, your chest, landing on the swell of your cleavage. Hands so wide, palms easily fitting to your bare waist.

"Just tell me to stop, and I will-"

Finally you snap. Like a live wire pulled too taut, reaching out to grab at his face. Pressing your fingers into the hollows of his cheeks, his chin resting in the curve of your palm. "Christopher, I'm so horny I feel like I might cry. So while I really appreciate what you're trying to do- if you don't rail me stupid in the next five minutes, I can't be held accountable for my actions."

"Oh, sorry." He blinks at you, a little slowly as he leans more of his weight into your hand. Your fingers dig into the meat of his face and you can feel something tense in his jaw.

"Don't apologize baby, just get on with it." This feels familiar too. Like slipping into a pair of beloved jeans. The fit so perfect.

His eyes light up in the next instant, sparkling and bright, and holy shit you're in for it now. "Say less, boss."

You don't know if you still love him, but you do know that you'll always love the feeling of his mouth on you. His hands. Leaving wet trails as he kisses your skin messily, sloppy. Clever fingers following in the wake of his tongue.

[daydream-cement]

The Depths of Hell

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Chased through the mazes of hell.

Author's Note: This is the second week of Spooky Season with @alexusonfire!!!! The prompt is monsters!! I really wanted this to be scary, but I've never really written anything scary before so I hope this is a good first attempt :D

You must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Over the course of an afternoon, you had been enjoying the local botanic gardens. As you rounded a corner of the hedge, you had expected to see a water feature according to the map in your hand. There was no water feature, rather there was a large dark sculpture that seemed to resemble a twisted up snake. 

You continue between the hedgerows towards the sculpture, glancing down at your map to see where you had lost your way.  

An eerie feeling overwhelmed you. 

The overwhelming urge to check your surroundings took over, causing your head to swivel about as you searched for the source of your unease. There was a shutter of leaves and the path you had been walking on was gone - shrubs now created a wall preventing you from turning back. 

The faint buzzing of fear tinged at the base of your skull, but you kept walking towards the statue in hopes of finding a way out. You were caught off guard by how dark your surroundings had gotten. Was it really that late into the evening already?

The snake was deep black in color with sharp scales that glittered in a way that made it seem as if it was shifting back and forth ever so slightly. 

A rustle of leaves. The snapping of a twig. You jerked your head around, searching for the source of the sounds, but you found nothing. You turned back to the sculpture, and soon you were unable to look away. You studied it for a long while, walking around its base, but far too fearful to reach out and touch it.

A snarl drew you from your trance-like state.

You spun around to see a creature cocking its head at you. It spoke in a language you couldn’t understand, but its presence was threatening to say the least.

When it took a step towards you, you took a step back. Then it took another with you backing up in response. Your back hit ran up against something before a growl resounded. Spinning around you saw another creature, perhaps uglier than the first. 

Your heart began to beat faster as you quickly realized you were surrounded. The creature closest to you made a move to grab you, but thankfully you were quick enough to dodge its attempt. You fell into fight or flight mode and picked flight without hesitation. 

You dodged the beast's second attempt to grab you, falling to the ground when you did. You scrambled off towards an opening in the hedge, finding your footing as both of the creatures started after you.

With each turn you seemed to run into more beasts, diving past them only for them to join the pack of most trailing after you.

You ran and ran, glancing back over your shoulder periodically at the monstrous creatures following you. They were easily six feet tall with horns and claws. Their faces filled you with horror as they looked to be an odd amalgamation of a boar, human, and a toad. 

You couldn’t understand why you were being chased. You didn’t know what they wanted. You watched them gain on you, their longer strides making it incredibly easy for them to get closer and closer. Not looking where you were going, made you stumble. You recovered quickly, hands brushing against the grass as you pulled yourself into an upright position. 

You sprinted until your legs ached. Your heart beating in your ears. Your body was screaming for you to find safety. 

You made so many turns that everything began to look the same. Escape felt utterly hopeless.

You rounded a corner quickly, your shirt brushing against the leaves and the branches scratching against your shoulder. You hear the monsters shrieking and braying as they krept closer. Their claws snagged at your clothes as they tried to pull you back to them. You wanted to turn to look back and see how close they had gotten, but you needed to round another corner first. 

When you did, you made it two strides before colliding with something. You fell to the ground and scrambled around the object that sent you to the ground. The snarling and growling of the creatures immediately went silent. You draw your knees to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut, hoping if you held your breath and made no sounds, the monsters would forget you entirely. 

“What is the meaning of this?” A voice called from

above you. You chose not to respond, hoping whoever it was had directed their words at the creatures.

“My lord… That… human was wandering your gardens.” A gravelly voice responded, causing chills to prick up across your arms. 

“You think I hadn’t known? Off with you! You terrified this child half to death.” The being hissed. There was a stillness as you waited for the monsters to slink away, then came a hand on your shoulder. “They won’t hurt you, lamb.”

The voice sounded nice and gentle, but after everything you had experienced, you were still unsure of trusting whoever this was. You had to force yourself to lift your chin and glance up to the being speaking. Your eyes were met with a beautiful face framed by perfect curls.

“Did they hurt you?”

You shake your head, taking the moment of perceived safety to register the beings full height. They were taller than anyone you’d ever seen, and they had wings. Great big wings that looked most magnificent, but you inherently longed to see them all stretched out. 

“Stand for me, lamb. Let me look at you.” The being took you by the forearm, and displayed their great strength by pulling you to your feet with one arm. Their hand remained on your arm as they surveyed you. “I am known by many names, but you may call me, Lucifer.”

“Like the-”

“Devil? Yes, pet. Now, how did you get into my maze?”

“I-I took the wrong turn…” You sputtered, eyes glued to their divine face.

“Happens to the best of us, I suppose. Would you care to accompany me on my walk?”

“You want to walk… with me?”

“Yes.” Lucifer answered plainly, taking your hand in theirs as a wing slowly expanded around you. Curiously you turned your head and watched the wing shield you. Through all of the terror you had experienced today, the protective wing around you made you smile.

“How am I supposed to get home?”

“Why don’t we discuss that after our walk, darling?”

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[swimmingismywholelife]

Goodbye Christmas

Summary: While everyone else is celebrating the holidays, you can't help but wonder if things could've ended differently if you had just taken a chance.

Warnings: SO MUCH ANGST, unrequited love, SUPER heartbroken reader

WC: 2.2K

A/N: 🎶On the fifth day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, unrequited love with Kai🎶 I actually love Kai and Sophia fuCK WHEN IS IT MY TURN

Link to the Song: Goodbye Christmas

"I'm falling, I'm falling down

Everyone's happy now, but I'm alone tonight

Don't let me, don't let me drown

It's too late to say I love you, babe, gooodbye."

~~~

"I'm so happy for you!" Lea squealed as she hung lights on the wall. "You and my brother were basically meant to be together!"

Sophia smiled brightly at her. "I'm so happy with him. Like I really can't believe how lucky I am to have him!"

"The two of you deserve each other," Lea replied. "You bring out the best in one another in a way I've only seen in true love."

"Oh stop," Sophia blushed. "Honestly, it's all thanks to Y/N here anyway. I owe you so much for bringing me to Kai. None of this would even be possible without you."

Now it was your turn to blush as you placed the mistletoe over the door. "I didn't even do anything dude. You guys hit it off all on your own."

"But it was you who introduced the two of us all those years ago!" Sophia protested. "Why do you think I asked you to be my maid of honor? Because you're the best friend ever who brought me so much love in so many different ways. And I love you!"

"I love you too, Soph," you said, tears forming in your eyes.

"GROUP HUG!" Lea shouted gleefully. She forcefully threw herself onto the two of you, squeezing you together.

"Oh God," you said as she squished you together, the three of you giggling together.

Sophia had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You'd moved to Germany at a very young age into the house right next to hers. Your parents wanted to get to know some of the neighbors, bringing food to show a gesture of goodwill. You shyly complimented Sophia's hair, and she immediately declared you to be her best friend for life. And from that day forward, the two of you became inseparable.

You'd met Kai playing football. He just happened to be playing on the same field as you one day and was thoroughly impressed with your passion despite not wanting to go pro. Eventually, just playing on the field turned into hanging out all the time, leading you to become incredibly close. It was you who convinced him to join Leverkusen and showed him that playing seriously on a professional level was an option. And it was you who he often thanked in interviews for getting him to the level that he was playing at.

While Sophia was your girl best friend, Kai was on a different level. He understood you in ways that no one else could and despite his busy schedule, he was always there whenever you needed him to be. He often brought you food when you were studying, he held you when you cried, and he was always there to listen. He was kind, caring, ambitious, and he was one of the only people who you felt truly being comfortable around. He was everything you could've wanted and more.

You couldn't help but develop feelings for him as you grew into your teenage years. And as more time passed, the stronger your feelings became. You found yourself holding back the urge to hold his hand, to kiss him senseless, to be held in his arms even when you weren't crying. You sensed that maybe he felt it too when sometimes you found him looking at you when you weren't doing anything special, when his hugs lingered longer than usual, when he started bringing your favorite snacks everywhere you went. But you were too afraid to say something. And your friendship was too important for you to ruin. So you just kept quiet, keeping your feelings to yourself.

One day, you'd invited Sophia to watch one of Kai's football games. It was surprising they hadn't met each other considering how often you hung out with both of them separately. So you took matters into your own hands. You were so excited to finally introduce your two best friends to each other, knowing they'd get on well. 

You didn't anticipate how well they'd get on, clicking almost instantly. From the moment they locked eyes on one another, you knew something sparked between them whether they knew it themselves or not. They'd starting spending a lot of time together, more than you did with either of them. While they never neglected hanging out with you, you certainly noted that they talked about each other to you quite a lot. Maybe this was the time for you to be honest with the both of them.

But you were still too afraid. Every time you tried to confess, you found a way to change the subject and move on. You didn't wanna ruin anything. So you just kept the feelings to yourself.

You'd never forget the day when Sophia confessed her feelings for Kai.

"Hey Y/N, can I be honest about something?" she asked as you went out for coffee one day.

"Yeah, of course!" you said. "What's up?"

"So you know how Kai and I have been hanging out?" You nodded. "I think I like him, like a lot," she gushed. "We have so much in common! And he's charming, he's funny, and he's just so amazing!"

You could feel your hopes shatter into pieces.

"Oh really?" you asked weakly.

"I know it's kinda stupid of me to ask you, but do you think I have a chance?" she asked. "Do you think he likes me too?"

Your heart felt heavy. Your best friend liked him. Really liked him. And you knew that being honest with her about how you felt would cause a rift. Sophia meant the world to you, and you didn't want to put her in a position where she couldn't be happy with someone for the sake of your friendship. So you kept your feelings to yourself.

"Yeah, I think you do," you replied softly. "And I think you're gonna be great for each other."

The double whammy hit you a few weeks later when Kai also confessed how he felt about Sophia.

"Soooo, I wanna be honest with you about something," he said as he watched you juggle the ball.

"What, that your last game was shit?" you joked.

"Fuck you," he said. "But no, something more like serious I guess."

You kicked the ball up, catching it in your hands. "Alright. What's bothering you?"

He scratched the back of his head. "I don't want this to be weird because I know she's your best friend, but I've been hanging out with Sophia a lot." Your heart dropped for the second time in the span of a few weeks. "And I like her a lot. And if I'm being completely honest with you, I can see myself going really far with her. Like I could really fall in love with her if I let myself."

"That's great," you forced out. "I'm glad you have someone you feel that way about."

"I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think I'm gonna ask her out. But I know she's your friend and I wanted to know how you felt about it," he said.

"Kai-" You stopped yourself. This was your chance. This was it.

"I think you should go for it. You've got a pretty good chance with her," is all you said instead.

And a few weeks later, Kai took his shot.

When they announced their engagement to you, it didn't come as a surprise. After all, Sophia moved with him when he left for London. From the moment they were together, they were always in it for the long haul. You were excited for them of course, but you couldn't show either of them how much pain you were in at the thought of their marriage. Even when Sophia asked you to be her maid of honor, you couldn't tell her. You didn't tell anyone about your true feelings for Kai. You couldn't. You'd ruin the atmosphere and potentially even your friendship with everyone. You couldn't risk it.

So here you were, visiting her and Kai for a Christmas get together with some other friends and family. You and Lea had graciously "volunteered" to help Sophia set everything up. And by volunteered, it really meant Sophia didn't give you a choice. But her giddy attitude was too infectious, so you couldn't help but give into her.

The party, of course, went off without a hitch. It had to be with Sophia in charge. And you thoroughly enjoyed yourself a lot more than you'd initially thought. It was a lot of fun to meet some of Kai's teammates, both old and new. It helped get your mind off your broken heart.

At some point during the night as everyone prepped for midnight, you found yourself sat on one of the windowsills hugging your knees to your chest, staring at the snow gently falling to the ground. You leaned your head against the cold glass feeling the chill run through your body. You sighed wishing you could turn back the clock and took the chance to be honest with your friends.

"What are you doing here all alone?" you heard Kai ask from behind you.

"Just thinking," you said, not bothering to turn around.

"Anything you wanna talk about?"

'I'm in love with you, Kai. I have been since we were kids and it hurts so much watching you marry my best friend,' you thought to yourself.

"Not anything in particular," you'd responded instead. "Just enjoying the snowfall."

"Can I join you?" Kai asked. You nodded, hugging your knees closer to you.

A comfortable silence fell. Words never needed to be exchanged to feel safe with him.

"You know, I wanted to thank you," Kai started. "For bringing Sophia and I together. I know I talk all the time about how she's the best thing that's ever happened to me, but it's really all thanks to you that we're even here to begin with."

"Sophia said that to me earlier too," you said smiling softly, turning your head slightly to look at him. "There's no need to thank me really."

"It's funny," he said. "When I was younger, I always pictured myself with you actually."

Your heart stopped for a moment. "What?"

"Yeah," he chuckled. "I could've sworn I was in love with you for all of my teenage years, especially while I was at Leverkusen."

"Really?" you said weakly.

"It sounds crazy, I know, because you didn't feel the same way and I was too afraid to say something."

You couldn't have been more heartbroken. Kai had felt the same way. But you were too afraid to say something and kept the feelings to yourself. And now it was too late.

"I thought I knew what real love was, but then you brought me to Sophia," he said. "That's when I understood what it was really like. I just had a really strong crush on you, I guess."

"Oh," is all you said. You didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, I know it's a little strange to bring it up now, but I figured in the Christmas spirit with the new year approaching it was the best time," Kai replied, "since this is my last Christmas before marriage and all."

"Thank you for being honest with me," you said quietly. "I really appreciate it."

"This doesn't make anything weird or anything like that, does it?" he asked.

You forced a smile that you were hoping he couldn't see past. "No, of course not. That was years ago anyway. We're past that now right?"

Kai let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. I mean Sophia knows too. She actually was a bit hesitant when I first asked her out because she was convinced you were in love with me. Weird right?"

"Yeah, weird."

Another silence fell as you tried keeping your emotions in check. You couldn't break down in front of him. Not now.

The grandfather clock chimed, signaling that midnight had arrived.  You looked over at Kai, your heart completely shattered.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!" you could hear Sophia screaming, making the two of you laugh.

"We better go before she starts yelling at us," Kai said, gesturing to get up.

"I'm gonna stay here a little longer, but I'll join you guys in a bit," you responded.

"Are you sure you don't wanna join the festivities?" he asked.

You nodded. "I'll be right there. Don't worry about me."

"I always worry about you, dummy. But I'll leave you to it," he said, patting your head. "Don't be too long though."

He stood up, gently dusting himself off. "Merry Christmas, Y/N. I'm so grateful to have you," he said.

"Merry Christmas, Kai," you said. "I'm grateful to have you too."

You watched longingly as Kai walked over to Sophia. The two of them had nothing but pure love as they looked in each other's eyes. He held out his hand for her to take, gently twirling her around before bringing her into a kiss under the mistletoe you'd placed earlier that day.

"I love you," you whispered, only allowing yourself to hear the words you so desperately wanted to say to him. And you kept the feelings to yourself and let the tears finally fall.

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[grimparks]

Chapter 4

Narrator- the next day, the little squad met up at The New Guy house,Kyle Was the last one to enter, he was a little late but it was okay

Kyle- *knock* *knock*

The New Guy- greetings !

The New Guy- oh Kyle !

The New Guy- finally here ! How’s it goin

Kyle- um, good, my eyes hurt a bit…

The New Guy- okay okay, you may need some medication for that

The New Guy- or maybe your eyes will explode !! Hehe

Kyle- yeah…

The New Guy- anyway ! Come in !

The New Guy- the others are in the basement

The New Guy- I’m gonna take something on the second floor, I’ll be back in a sec.

Narrator- Kyle entered the basement of the house, it was a pretty messy room with dust on the ground and dirty wall like any normal basement but it was also an arranged room with a big table in the center with some garland putting some warm light on the roof. Gregory and Christophe were already in the room, messing around, without talking with each other while the New Guy was at the first floor taking stuff for the meeting.

Narrator- A little time later, after an awkward silence haunting the basement, the New Guy finally arrived with a big roll of paper, almost their height.

New Guy- alright ! I’m back, sorry for the little waiting time… BUT ! I’ve found what I was searching for !

kickly after, she unrolled the paper, revealing a pretty precise map of the police office from the inside and the outside.

Gregory- well, that just got interesting !

Kyle- wait hold on, where did you get that ? That kind of stuff is impossible to find !

New Guy- oh, you know… contacts are pretty useful.

Kyle- no really, I’m not joking, where did you-

New Guy- anyway, what the plan !

Gregory- Well, I had an idea…

Gregory- An incredible idea if I can say !

Christophe- get to the point you’re wasting our time.

Gregory- …

Gregory- well sorry monsieur baguette oui oui if i try to put some suspense in my sentence !

New Guy- stop you two urg…

New Guy- continue Gregory

Gregory- thank you.

Gregory- SEE ! One polite guy in this room !

Kyle- what am i doin-

Gregory- so !

Gregory- what we need is the security camera of the town and the case of Clyde and the other one right ?

New Guy- yes indeed

Gregory- so ! I thought to bring up 3 groups to enter the station

Gregory- we need one group to get the cases and all the paper stuff, another one to get on the computer to get the security camera and finally a group to guard the front!

Christophe- i take the guard…

Christophe- so i just have to stand there.

kyle- WAIT we needed someone to be able to get on the computer !

kyle- Newy, you found the guy you talked to me about ? He accepted ?

New Guy- what guy ?

Kyle- the inventor you said you know and could get in the computer system !

New Guy- what computer ?

Kyle- ARG, yesterday ! You said you had a guy for that !

New Guy- oohhh

New Guy- oh yeah ! Yep yep yep

New Guy- i forgot that for a sec, yeah he said no

Kyle- he did ?

New Guy- he did.

Kyle- you sure he said no ?

New Guy- who said no ?

Christophe- that’s actually funny to watch.

Gregory- definitely.

Kyle- oh what can i do… urg…

Kyle- OH i know who to call

Kyle- How stupid of me, what i haven’t thought about that before !

Kyle- what the-

Narrator- some loud noise was coming from the up floor, sounds like someone running for his phone half asleep and rushing into all the furniture of the room.

The New Guy- still don’t remember ?

Kyle- remember what ?

Narrator- for you, fella reader, let’s do a little rewind. When the New Guy and the other preschool kids hit their 14 anniversary, the parents of Butter were arrested by the police for child neglect and abuse, by that, he needed to find somebody to adopt him, the pc principal couldn’t and same for the father maxi, however, the New Guy, tat was alone in their house, accepted to keep in some way adopt Butter and since that they are siblings but almost everyone forget that.

Narrator- now let’s get back to the story shall we ?

Kyle- oh that…

Christophe- someone coming…

Butter- um Kyle ? Why are you calling while I’m up here ?

Kyle- I uh…

Kyle- I thought you weren’t there !

Butter- um…

Butter- alright !

Butter- what can I do for you ?

Kyle- um… you did study for coding and overall you are good with computers ?

Butter- yes ! We are studying NFT for now !

Kyle- yeah yeah, would you help us get into the police office totally legally to find Stan and Clyde ?

Butter- oh geez um…

Butter- i don’t think this is a good idea… you know all the adventures we had before, i always and up in a bad situation or hurt

Kyle- pff… not every time !

Butter- i lost an eye because of you guys…

Kyle- …

Kyle- right… sorry…

The New Guy- Butter, don’t worry you may not end up hurt or anything !

The New Guy- cause we have an apprentice bodyguard AND spy on demand here right~

Christophe- sup

The New Guy- and there is me !

The New Guy- I’ve seen worse than that, same for you !

Butter- i uh… you’re sure it’s safe ?

The New Guy- sure at 99% !

Butter- Well sure then !

Gregory- nice ! Now let’s talk about my fantastic plan…

Narrator- and that’s how they started planning their infiltration

Narrator- now, i think that one question remains

Narrator- what the hell happened to Terrance yesterday ?

Terrance- what ?! WHO SAID THAT?

???- oh come on

Terrance- WHO’S THERE ?! I’VE LOCKED THE DOOR FOR 4 MONTHS !

???- oh come on silly, you know who it is

???- even the person ready this person know who it is

???- except if they’re dumb of course

Terrance- SHOW YOURSELF !

Terrance- AAAH

narrator- Terrance fell on the ground, crashed his head against his desk, some documents , photo frames, and even the screen making it crack. After a good 10 seconds, Terrance stands up again, all dizzy and didn’t really realize the situation he was in.

Leslie- someone loses his balance ?

Terrance- how can you move…

Terrance- all of your system is shut ! It’s literally IMPOSSIBLE !

Leslie- come on, chill dude !

Leslie- I’m just taking a little walk ! standing there for months got me a little rusty.

Leslie- you should be taking a walk too ! You’ve been in your laboratory non stop for 4 months !

Leslie- didn’t humans need to do something called socializing ? Hehe

Terrance- shut up and get back here you sick bot.

Leslie- oh ! Someone mad… and what if I say no ? Uh

Leslie- what are you gonna do ? You’re gonna pout at me ?

Terrance- SHUT UP YOU- arg… le me rephrase…

Terrance- what. Do. You. Want. To. Get. Back. In. There.

Leslie- you don’t need to talk slowly silly, oh i think that is what people call sarcasm…

Leslie- anyway ! You know what I want don’t you ?

Terrance- of you want to get outside it’s no

Leslie- nooo… i mean yes but… not like that !

Leslie- I would like to get a little rendez-vous with someone, nothing more !

Terrance- that’s a no

Leslie- come on !

Leslie- come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on

Terrance- STOP! NO ! You are a danger to the society

Leslie- I’m a danger to society, what an incredible plot twist !

Leslie- well it’s that or i tell to you know who, what you’ve being doing for the past years~

Terrance- you can’t

Terrance- you don’t have the wifi password

Leslie- yes i do !

Leslie- it’s Ad6jp-P0jY3-c6v1k-Ks8P9

Terrance- …

Leslie- I’m the best technology ever created ! What you thought ?!

Terrance- what would i do this for you ?

Leslie- cause you don’t have any other choice !

Terrance- …

Terrance- deal.

Leslie- that’s my mentally unstable boy…

[lythea-creation]

Crushing The Voice - Wanda x fem reader x Natasha

summary: Will your girlfriends be able to crush the voice in your head that just never seems to stop putting you down?

warnings: self-harm (choking), mentions of past self-harm (cutting), please look out for yourself!!!

word count: 836

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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I had always had this little voice inside my head. At least I could not remember a time where it had not been.

The voice that was telling me that I was not good enough, that every good thing happening to me was only an illusion ready to burst at any time, without a warning.

Sometimes the voice was quiet enough to drown it out. But sometimes it got so loud that everything else faded into the background.

The only thing that could make the voice go silent then was a strong stimulus. So my mind would not have another chance than to concentrate on the more eminent threat.

So I could not help myself but cut it all of. The voice, the oxygen and therefore the ability to breathe, to provide my body with the oxygen it so desperately needed.

The grip around my throat was incredible tight. Honestly I had never expected to have such strong hands. But panic and desperation were giving you unknown abilities.

I was not sure what I was feeling while choking. Panic, relief, numbness. Maybe a strange mixture of all of them.

When the door to the bedroom suddenly opened it all started to twist into panic.

Wanda and Natasha did not know about my choking. They had been so relieved when I had finally managed to stop cutting a few months ago. It had taken a long time for them to trust me that I would not hurt myself when they were not around. Them seeing me doing it again now, just in another way, would ruin everything we had achieved.

Nevertheless I could not get myself to stop despite knowing that one of them would definitely find out now.

Due to my tears the lack of air my vision had already begun to turn blurry, my attention was not focused at all.

I just noticed my girlfriend's approach when it was too late. Her arm had slung around mine, trying to get me to stop.

Out of reflex I hurled her away from me. Once again my insane strength surprised me as I heard her hit the wall.

Now the urge to choke moved to the background as I realized what I had done. I had hurt her.

I hurried over to my girlfriend, my vision slightly returning back to normal, thanks to the oxygen entering my body. Now I could see Wanda in front of me.

“I'm so sorry”, I cried.

Although I should be able to breathe just fine now, it still felt like no air was reaching my lungs as my panic increased. And all of a sudden it did not bring any relief anymore.

Desperately I intended to help Wanda up.

She did not hesitate to take my hands, but did not really put any weight on them while standing up. She had just wanted to get close to me.

“Hey, it's okay”, she reassured me, pulling me closer.

I could hear that her voice was trembling as well, but I could not quite understand why.

She gave me a few seconds to hug her back, before tightening the embrace.

I was sobbing so heavily that I ironically could barely breathe.

Actually I did not even notice Natasha entering the room as well, until she placed her hand on my shoulder.

“I'm sorry”, I repeated on and on, whenever my body gave me the chance to between my sobs.

After a felt eternity my crying finally subsided and my girlfriends led me over to our bed to sit down.

I was leaning against Natasha as Wanda was caressing my hand.

“I'm sorry”, I claimed for the last time. “Please don't hate me now.”

“Why would we hate you?”, Natasha questioned, taking off guard.

“You just started trusting me again and what do I do? I betray your trust. I even hurt Wanda”, I proposed.

“I'm okay, love”, Wanda promised. “You were upset. It's partly my fault as well for startling you. Let's not obsess about it, okay?”

“And we could never hate you”, Natasha added. “We love you way too much for that.”

“We've managed to get through such a situation once. We can do it again. Together, alright?”, Wanda inquired.

“You deserve better”, I mumbled.

“We deserve better?”, Nat wondered. “You're one of the most incredible people I know. Just because you're struggling to cope in a healthy way doesn't mean you aren't worthy of love. Or would you want us to hate ourselves for what we've done in our past? Because that's a part of us we can't change either. We can only try to work on ourselves and do better in the future. How can you expect any more than that from yourself?”

“You're all we want, (f/n)”, Wanda chimed in, a beautiful smile adorning her face. “And we'll tell you that as often as you need to hear it to make the voice inside your head stop.”

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I Gotta Shout This Out So Everybody Knows

Word Count: 4,247 words. Notes: ~ Title from "Party Poison" by My Chemical Romance. Oh hey, it's August 9th, that must mean it's a fic for Shelly's birthday! And this is a birthday fic, about her birthday. The first time her birthday rolls around while she's working for MyChem.

~~~~~ 9th August, 2004

It was early in the morning and My Chemical Romance were on their tour bus, heading to their next location. They hadn’t long been back in America after playing some shows in Japan. That had been a lightning visit, much to the disappointment of most of the band, Shelly included. The time difference had really taken a toll on them, which is probably why the boys were still sleeping. And Shelly should’ve been, really. She’d been having trouble staying asleep so she’d decided to get up and attempt to do some work.

Shelly was sitting in the room at the back of the bus that she normally used as an office when the boys were at the front - the distance allowed some dampening of noise when they were all awake and entertaining themselves. Now they were asleep, and practically just outside, she didn’t really need the distance so she should’ve maybe taken herself down the front of the bus… But she kept most of her stuff in this room and she didn’t really fancy dragging it all down to the other end just to have to move it back when they woke up. She knew that the door between the room she was in and the rest of the bus did soften any noise quite a lot, and she was pretty quiet anyway so she hoped that this would be enough.

She was in the middle of some paperwork, her hands full of different forms and whatnot, when her mobile rang. Without thinking, or checking the caller ID, she hit the loudspeaker button.

“Shelly Sketcher, just so you know, you’re on loudspeaker.”

“Shell-Belle! Sweetheart, you sound so professional!”

Shelly blinked rapidly at the familiar female voice but she had to check the caller ID just to be sure.

“Mama!”

“It’s not just your mother, we’re all here honey,” the voice of her grandmother, Rosie, came through the small speaker.

The blonde put her papers down and checked both the time on her phone and then on the screen where she had a widget set up that would tell her the time in different zones. It saved her from having to do ‘time zone maths’ because that was hard!

“Isn’t it really late there?” She asked quietly.

“Oh baby, that doesn’t matter.”

“Your mother is right,” her grandfather managed to get some words in. “That doesn’t matter to us right now. Happy birthday Sea-Shell!”

On the other side of the “office” door, Frank’s eyes widened. Quickly and quietly, he moved away to where they had a calendar stuck up on one of the walls of the bus - more for the band’s benefit than Shelly’s - she had her organiser after all, but she liked to write things on the calendar so the guys knew what was going on without having to ask her all the time. She’d written all sorts of things on it - interview dates, show dates, release dates, their birthdays and the birthdays of members of their families (like their moms) and all of that kinda fun stuff. She’d even highlighted special holiday dates to make them stand out a bit more. She was incredibly thorough like that.

But out of all of the things that she’d written on the calendar for them, her birthday wasn’t one of them. And Frank knew because he had just checked, at least twice.

Frank crept back to the door and pressed his ear to it. Shelly was still talking to her family, which meant she might be for a bit longer, so carefully and quietly, he shook the others awake, urged them to be quiet and gestured for them to head down the other end of the bus. He got a little grumbling and a tiny bit of resistance but they all did as he asked eventually. Before heading to join the others, he listened at the door for another moment, just to make sure she was still talking to her family.

“Right,” he said quietly, joining the others.

“This best be good Frank,” Gerard grumbled, still incredibly tired.

“It’s Shelly’s birthday.”

They looked up at him, all equally as surprised as he had been. Without saying anything, Mikey went to check the calendar.

“I’ve already checked that,” Frank said. “It’s not on there.”

“How do you know?” Ray asked.

Frank gestured to the back office. “I heard her on the phone. Her family called her to wish her a happy birthday despite the time difference.”

Ray’s expression softened. “That’s so sweet.”

“But she didn’t tell us,” Mikey frowned. “She didn’t even hint at it.”

“What are we supposed to do?” Gerard asked. “If it’s today, we’re travelling.”

“I don’t think we’re travelling all day,” Frank glanced at the calendar again. “We might be able to get to… Are we heading to a hotel? Get to wherever we’re going and take some time to go and find something for her.”

“She definitely deserves something, she remembered all of our birthdays,” Ray nodded.

“She did something for all of them too,” Mikey added.

“For now,” Frank said, still keeping his voice quiet. “We all need to go back to bed and act like we don’t know.”

Gerard frowned, not really liking the sound of that. “You want us to act like we forgot?”

“Like we still don’t know,” Frank corrected. “Don’t forget, she hasn’t actually told us. I found out by eavesdropping slightly.”

“Slightly?” Mikey raised an eyebrow at him.

“I wanted to see if she was awake and busy! It’s not like I did it intentionally!”

Ray tried to shush Frank, who had gotten a little bit loud in his protesting and Gerard glanced towards the back office door. Thankfully, it stayed shut.

“So,” Frank continued. “Back to bed until we stop moving, then we’ll figure something out.”

That’s what they did. Or at least, they headed back to their bunks. Mikey and Ray managed to fall back asleep, but Frank and Gerard took a little longer. Frank was double checking the itinerary that Shelly always emailed all of them so he could figure out where they would be stopping and what was local to that place so he could make some kind of plan of attack for when they got off of the bus. Gerard, meanwhile, had dug his sketchbook out of his stuff and was absentmindedly doodling as he thought about the girl behind that other door.

Shelly emerged from the back room before the bus stopped, creeping past the still sleeping guys to get herself a bottle of water. She stood in the kitchenette, drinking it and staring off into space as she got a little lost in her head. In the midst of this, her gaze drifted over to the calendar and she frowned. Something didn’t look right. She replaced the cap on the bottle, left the bottle on the side and went to investigate. The calendar was showing the month of April and that confused her, because she was sure that she’d turned it over at the beginning of the month. So why was it back to April?

It didn’t really matter, maybe one of the guys was looking up a show date or something and it got stuck. That could happen. Maybe she had been asleep - normally they asked her for that kinda thing. She shook her head at herself - she was overthinking it a little bit, and turned it back over to August.

When the bus pulled up to the hotel they were staying at, Shelly was no longer the only one awake - the guys had woken up in their own time, which she wasn’t mad about. The time differences had gotten to them a bit after all. She gently ushered them off of the bus before going to check them in.

“Alright,” she said, handing out room keys. “Nothing really to do today, so, feel free to rest as much as you need to. I’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

The guys echoed a “thanks Shell” before heading to their rooms. Not without helping her with her bags of course, they were still gentlemen, even if she protested that she could handle her own stuff. Naturally, she was affectionately hushed and she “let” them carry her bags for her. When they got to their room, she took her bags from them and they kinda lingered together while she went into her room. Once her door had closed, Frank lowered his voice.

“Right, drop the bags, take a minute and then we should go and see what we can get for her.”

“We’ll have to message her so she doesn’t come looking for us so she doesn’t worry,” Ray said.

“I’ll take care of that,” Gerard said. “I’ll say that some of us are gonna crash and some of us need to go for a walk after being trapped on the bus.”

“Good idea,” Frank nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

The boys put their plan into action, grateful that Frank had concluded that there was actually a grocery store nearby. They scattered to try and find her gifts (Gerard had the bright idea to look for nail polish - he remembered that she said that she didn’t have anything really album appropriate, so he decided, being good at looking at colour, that he could do that for her. But he also ended up picking a few extras that he thought would suit her). They then joined up in the bakery aisle to see if they could find her a cake or something of the ilk.

When they’d made up their minds, even grabbing a few balloons, they paid and made their way back to the hotel to set up in one of their rooms. Once that was all sorted and they were finally ready, Frank went to get the blonde, leading her back to the other room. He opened the door for her to be gently accosted with a “happy birthday!”

“What… What is this?” Shelly asked, blinking rapidly as Frank gently encouraged her to sit down. 

“It’s not much,” Frank started. “Because someone didn’t tell us that it was her birthday -”

“Because it’s not a big deal,” Shelly mumbled, avoiding making eye contact with them as she fiddled with her earring. She looked an odd combination of embarrassed and guilty.

The band shared shocked looks.

“Not a… Not a big deal?” Ray said.

“How… Can you say that?” Gerard finished.

Shelly squirmed in her spot, starting to feel oddly uncomfortable with all of their attention focused on her this way. “I… Um… Well…”

They waited.

“You guys have other things to think about,” she shrugged a tiny bit, focusing on her nails. “You don’t need to worry about something like that.”

There was a brief moment of stunned silence as the guys tried to comprehend this.

“What do you mean we don’t have to worry about that?!” Frank was quietly outraged. “You’d only been working with us for a few weeks before Mikey’s birthday rolled around and yet you still made an effort there.”

“You hardly knew us and you still made an effort,” Ray added. “How are we supposed to take that knowledge and ‘not worry’ about yours?”

Shelly shifted even more in her spot before she mumbled a soft; “it was just food though.”

“Just food?!”

Gerard gently patted Frank to try and get him to calm down.

“It was my favourite food though,” Mikey chimed in. “My favourite dinner, my favourite cake and you made sure that we were back at the apartment so I could video chat with my family at the right time too.”

“You gave him some new bass strings too,” Gerard added. “And a new strap.”

“You can’t really call those a birthday gift though,” Shelly said with a shake of her head.

“Yes, you can,” Mikey argued. “I always need that kinda thing and I never remember when I’m running low, so to have extras around is a blessing. And the strap is great, you know I still use it.”

“It’s kinda my job to make sure you have the strings and whatnot though -”

“Nope,” Mikey shook his head. “You got the exact right ones and a lot of people might not have picked up on those details like you did.”

“People would normally wait for us to tell them that we needed those things,” Ray said gently. “Plus as musicians, strings and picks and all of that kinda stuff are always considered great gifts. You can’t go wrong with those.”

Shelly went a faint shade of pink.

“Then there were the rest of our birthdays,” Frank continued, a little less enraged now, but still impassioned. “You put effort into those. And, on top of all of that, you made sure that when you got us food, that it was stuff that I could have as well as it being stuff that we liked. Or that there was an alternative for me at least.”

“It’s not your fault that your body is mean to you,” Shelly tucked some hair behind her ear. “It would be a dick move to not take you and that into consideration.”

The light curse word amused them a little bit, actually.

“You also made sure that we had plenty of time with our families over Christmas and Thanksgiving, where you could,” Gerard added.

“Yeah, but that just makes sense. You were all working so hard on the album, you all more than deserved the break there,” Shelly paused for a moment. “It’s better to grab the family time while you can because touring can get really crazy.”

Frank snorted. “Ridiculous. I don’t know who’s said what to you, but you deserve to be celebrated just as much as us Shelly.”

“Yeah,” Ray nodded. “You keep us going, you know.”

“I thought that was what Band Mom’s Day was for?” Shelly said with a slight smile.

“Oh psh,” Frank shrugged and pulled out a lighter. “We’re gonna celebrate you twice, you deserve it.”

“You’re not gonna get a say in the matter now that we know,” Gerard said softly.

Shelly just looked embarrassed by this.

“Be grateful that we don’t have a show for a few days,” Mikey said with a grin. “Because you know that Frank would tell the audience too.”

“Hey, I think I will anyway.”

“No!” Shelly squeaked. “You don’t need to do that!”

“I’m gonna,” Frank muttered, lighting the few candles they’d gotten too. “Now make a wish before I somehow get in trouble for this.”

Shelly giggled softly and paused for a second. “No jokes about blowing?”

“Maybe later if that’s what the birthday girl wants,” Frank winked.

The others groaned, Shelly giggled and held her hair back before blowing the candles out. Ray passed around the disposable cutlery and paper plates (they had agreed that this was a good idea, and they could keep the leftovers/extras on the bus) before Frank took charge of cutting the cake for her, which she didn’t mind.

They sat around, eating cake, giggling when Shelly got frosting on her nose, and laughing properly when some of the food dye turned Mikey’s tongue a different colour. They exchanged childhood birthday stories and eventually, gave Shelly the presents they’d picked up. Although they were apologetic that it wasn’t much, they did genuinely seem to put some thought into what they’d eventually decided on, and Shelly was grateful for that - even if she did scold them for putting their efforts down.

“It’s not like you had a lot of time to do anything in,” she’d said as she’d gone around to hug them. “And you should’ve been resting! Not running around doing something for me! But thank you, so much.”

Shelly spent a little longer with them before giving them more hugs and heading back to her room, starting to feel the tiredness, the jetlag, and the guys could tell, actually, so they were more than happy to encourage her to go back to her room and rest while they tidied up.

She hadn’t been in her room for that long - long enough to change into something comfier at least, before there was a gentle knock on her door. It actually startled her a little. She grumbled to herself, softly, before peeking through the spyhole and then opening the door.

“Gerard?”

He smiled gently at her. “Hey.”

Shelly blinked rapidly for a moment before shaking her head and stepping aside to let him in, shutting the door behind him.

“Are you alright?”

“Mm,” he glanced around her hotel room for a moment; they tended to let her sleep alone instead of having to share with one of them, as often as they could.

“What… Can I help you with?” She asked, tilting her head a little as she watched the vocalist look around her room.

That sentence seemed to remind him why he was actually there because she heard him go “oh!” before he went over to the little table in the room. Shelly watched him open his bag and put his sketchbook down.

“Um, I wanted… I wanted your opinion,” he said quietly, opening the cover and flicking through a few pages.

As soon as he pulled his sketchbook out of his bag, Shelly had lit up - she considered it an incredibly big honour.

“I was thinking about new merch,” he said. “But could do with a second opinion, and as like, our manager and a fan…” He swallowed. “Coming to you seemed like a good idea?”

Shelly went slightly pink but she smiled, deciding that she might as well be honest about this here. “I’m honoured any time you wanna show me what you’re working on Gerard. I like your stuff. Gimme gimme.”

He almost giggled and couldn’t hide his smile at that, going through a few of his pieces with her.

“Definitely the bat,” she said once he’d gone through a few pages. “Not just ‘cause of the whole, people think you’re vampires thing, but also because it’ll tie in with your belt buckle. That seems to be becoming a bit iconic.”

“I... Oh, really?”

Shelly nodded. “It’s pretty neat, take care of it.”

“I… Oh. Okay,” Gerard hummed and looked over his art for a moment before deciding, screw it, he might as well. “There’s one more, but I’m not sure that it’s finished, and I’m not sure what’s missing, so I could definitely do with a second opinion.”

She blinked rapidly at him, a little surprised that he was willing to show her something that wasn’t really finished. She swallowed. “Okay, sure.”

Gerard flicked through a few more pages until he landed on a page with a sketch of a bird in the middle.

“This one,” he said. “I think it’s missing something…”

Shelly glanced at the art and tilted her head as she thought about it. Gerard watched her, trying not to think about how pretty she looked while she was thinking.

“Do you have any tracing paper?” Shelly asked.

“Actually, yeah, I do,” he opened his bag and pulled some out of another sketchbook.

She hummed and wandered over to one of her bags, pulling out a cosmetics case and then pulled out an eyeshadow pallet, which she brought over to the table with her. Gerard watched her, incredibly curious. Until she looked up and caught him looking at her. She smiled at him and he looked away quickly.

“Do you trust me?” She asked softly.

“Yeah,” he said, surprising himself at the lack of hesitation.

“Can I borrow a pencil?”

Gerard nodded and retrieved one for her. She hummed a ‘thanks’ before laying the tracing paper over the bird on his sketchbook page. He watched her lightly, so lightly - he could barely see the graphite marks, trace the basic outline of the bird, but she altered it very slightly so the wings were a bit more spread.

“I don’t wear a lot of red, so I don’t mind doing this,” she continued, opening the eyeshadow pallet and tapping her finger in the red that was there, barely touched. “But it’s one of the album colours, so it makes sense.”

He watched her dab the eyeshadow around the bird, mostly around the wings and tail feathers, and then to the side  in the shape of a gunshot wound and blood drop. She spent a couple of minutes doing that, and when she was happy, she hummed, brushed some hair off of her face and picked up the pencil again, and pencilled the band’s logo between the bird and gunshot wound.

“You’d have the wound on the side,” she said, sketching a tshirt shape around the design. “And the bird sorta on the chest almost? Naturally, it’d be on black because, obviously.”

Gerard moved a little closer to her so he could look over her shoulder a bit better. “That looks pretty cool. What made you think of that?”

Shelly looked up and over her shoulder slightly, raising an eyebrow at him. “Really?”

He blinked rapidly as his eyes scanned her face and he chuckled.

“What?”

“Um, you’ve got…” He hesitated for a moment. “You know what, let me get that.”

Shelly frowned a little bit before he raised a hand and gently wiped the eyeshadow smudge off of her face.

“Oh!”

“You must’ve done it when you moved your hair off of your face earlier,” Gerard said softly. “I think it’s all gone now.”

“Um…” Shelly whispered. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled.

“Um,” Shelly swallowed quietly before clearing her throat and turning back to the art on the table. “Bullets and doves.”

Gerard blinked for a moment before he remembered that he had asked her a question. He looked back at the page and it hit him. “Oh! Yes, of course.”

“I was gonna say,” she grinned at him slightly. “You wrote that, you should know.”

“I write a lot of things!” He protested with a smile. 

“Alright, you sing that every show!”

“Shush, stop exposing the flaws.”

Shelly just giggled before shaking her head and looking back at the art. This gave him a chance to look at her a little more.

“Would you be… Alright if we used this for merch?” He asked softly, aware that he was still standing very close to her, but she didn’t seem to mind.

She looked up at him, almost confused. “It’s your art Gerard, you can do what you want.”

“Yeah but,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s your composition and your idea after all.”

“Hmm, well…” Shelly shuffled in her spot a bit. “I mean, if you like the idea, you’re more than welcome to it, but I don’t really want any credit for it.”

“But -”

“I don’t need credit,” she said softly. “I didn’t really do much, I was just inspired by work that you’ve already done.”

Gerard “hmm’d” and studied her face for a moment before nodding. “Okay, compromise? No official like, printed credit, but if anyone asks?”

Shelly nodded. “Okay. I think I can agree to that.”

“Other than that,” Gerard said, not quite believing that he was just about to say this. “This can just be between us. I’ll resketch it and show you when it’s done.”

“And you know I’ll wear it,” Shelly tucked her hair behind her ear again, getting more eyeshadow on her face.

“Um…” He gestured to where the make-up was. “You’ve done it again.”

“Oh, for -” she sighed, shook her head and moved away from Gerard, heading back to her bag.

He found himself a little disappointed that she’d moved away, but pushed that aside as he watched her pull a packet of make-up wipes out of her bag so she could clean her face.

“We’re sorry we couldn’t do much for you today,” he started, noticing that she’d looked up at him as soon as he started talking.

“Oh, nonsense!” She tossed the wipe in the bin after cleaning her hands. “It’s not like I gave you guys any kinda warning or anything.” Her voice softened and she sounded… Shy? “I think you guys did great with the time that you had.”

Gerard relaxed a little bit. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Of course I think so, you guys didn’t have to do anything at all, let alone what you did,” she glanced at the small pile of things on the bedside table - the things they’d given her as gifts. “I’m just so grateful that you wanted to do anything at all.”

“Why… Why wouldn’t we do anything for you?” Gerard frowned. “Like we said earlier, you did things for ours. And you do so much for us. Of course we’re gonna show you that we appreciate you.”

Shelly studied him for a moment before crossing the room again, stopping in front of him and hesitating. He blinked at her, tilting his head in question. She was a little pink but she leant up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For appreciating me, for the effort, for trusting me with your art, because that’s an extra special gift too, even if you didn’t intend it to be, or even if you disagree.”

“I…” Gerard decided not to argue with her about that, because he wouldn’t win, and actually? It was nice that she felt that way. Instead, he hummed happily and, after his own moment of hesitation, wrapped her up in a hug, which she more than happily welcomed. “You’re so welcome. Happy birthday.”

[mitrielle]

This fic has developed on its own will, and I'm still trying to lead it somewhere happy. I always need that! But it starts with hurt! Enjoy!

You can read this fic also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52163026/chapters/131937406

There will be smut!

Coping or "how to forget your angel and what does not work."

The sound of hot breathing and wet kisses are drowned out by the muffled music that is urging into the stockroom of the club.

Crowley did just met... Tim?

no...

John?

"Nooo," Crowley thinks warily. "It was something familiar..."

JIM! Yes, that was it! (There was an increasing number of Jims he met lately, he notices).

Hmm, where was he? ... Right! There are JIMs hands roaming over his chest while he steadies himself by gripping at Jims waist. He is far too drunken to stand upright properly, so he lets himself be pushed against the wall, between boxes of wine and cleaning supplies.

Jim shoves a leg between Crowleys and presses his hip hard against the bulge that is clearly visible in his pants. They're moaning. Crowley is grinding forward and moans again when he feels the delicate pressure. He lets his head fall against the wall and Jim takes that as an invitation to suck and kiss his neck.

Crowley puts his hands in the other man's hair and pulls slightly. That causes another moan.

He has heard moans before - of course! He goes back to the ones he likes the most. And it isn't in a bed in a dark chamber or a bloody stockroom. The picture that is forming in his mind, is a restaurant centuries ago, where they had served oysters.

Curled blonde hair, a shy smile playing around the mouth of the man, crinkled blue eyes resting on him.

"Oh, Angel..." Crowley mutters under his breath.

Jim glances up, a little confused, but then goes ahead anyway. He fiddles with the other man's belt buckle and finally slides a hand in this incredible tight trousers. Crowley gasps, as Jim grabs his cock and starts stroking.

In his mind Crowleys sees the only being, he has ever dreamt about doing this to him. He has imagined it many, MANY times over the last 6000 years! He has an enormous imagination.

He feels the prefect manicured fingers, that close around his cock. He sees the tender smile, the blush on his cheeks. He hears the praising words, he'd say to him: "Oh dear, you're doing so well. Look at you, you're gorgeous!"

Between moans he starts murmuring, "Aziraphale... Angel...". The picture of the angel, HIS angel, is so vivid, he can smell the scent that surrounds Aziraphale.

That has surrounded him.

Crowley feels a lump in his throat.

He was no longer there.

And he is no longer his Angel.

He never really was.

He has left.

And he has left Crowley behind.

Jim stops in his tracks. "What's wrong with you?" He looks bewildered.

In that moment Crowley realises the tears that are streaming down his face. He tries to make a coherent sentence while he wipes away the tears. He slurs: "sss'nothin, go on with.... whatya doing" and gestures with his hands in the direction of his crotch.

Jim hesitates. He has worked the whole evening towards this, after he has located this hot looking goth guy with this impossible tight slacks and sunglasses. In the night, in a dim club! Even now he wears them! He was noticeable. He was sitting alone at the bar, just ending a bottle of Talisker. When Jim sat next to him, bought him another drink - scotch - and told him his name, he had asked if his real name was Gabriel.

As if Jim is a common abbreviation for Gabriel! Maybe he should've hit on somebody else. But this guy, Anthony J. Crowley (whatever the J stands for) was hot as hell and totally drunken. A promising target! After two more drinks, Anthony told him to follow. They ended up in the storeroom. He hasn't seen the door before. Wasn't there a wardrobe once? They must have renovated at some point.

Whatever the problem of this guy was, he made it clear that he wants to go on and Jim would not object. So he starts stroking his cock again. With his other hand he reaches around the back and pulls down the slacks, which was really a challenge. But he has a goal.

Crowley regaines composure and starts to pull the shirt off of Jim. He has to concentrate. This was his life! Without the only object of his desire bloody angel around every corner, he can fuck with whoever he wants. He is a denom, for heave ..ngk ... hells sake. Seduction, temptation and ... such things are his everyday business! His job description! And he would do a damn fine job! Even as he isn't working for hell anymore. He stays away from his former toxic employer.

The fine supreme archangel instead might be sitting at his desk. Making important decisions about who'll be the next pope or planning another flood. (Would maybe be about time!) Or maybe he's taking a lunch break, sitting on a cloud, and playing celestial harmonies on the harp with other angels. Surely, he's happy to have all the other angels looking up at him now, not kicking him around or trying to murder him like before. Bloody stupid angel.

There're fingers at his ass. This helps to focus back on the task given. The short pain, when two finger enters him at once, shooting through him. Jim is impatient, fine. But he welcomes the sing like a friend. Pain was what he always gets in the end.

But hey, there was a sight to see! He tries to focus on Jims chest. It is well trained, and Crowley bents down and sucks hard on a nipple while he was scratching the skin under his nails. Jim inhales sharply. "Whoa, easy!" he grumbles.

Crowley imagined having sex with Aziraphale. He did it on many occasions since they've met each other, ever since the garden. The angel would feel much softer under his touch, maybe he would glow on some point? His thoughts are sliding naturally to the most arousing moments: when he watches the angel eat. Oh, how he eats! OK, maybe Crowley has a little kink here. He can see the picture vividly.

Fingers bringing a little piece of whatever "scrumptious" to his mouth. His tongue is darting out, welcoming the taste, and then he is taking it in his mouth. He's chewing with his eyes closed, moaning on every delicious bite, licking the last bits off his fingers.

Crowley has had difficulties keeping his composure and always has needed a little - no ok, a very BIG miracle - to not form a massive boner. The way Aziraphale eats is incredibly pornographic and sometimes the thought occurs, the he has done it on purpose. Afterwards Crowley has to wank with that image so fresh.

He imagined the sex to be this sweet and tender. Like the angel is himself. Or maybe it would be more like the first time Aziraphale explored the taste of food? That Crowley showed him! Maybe Crowley would be the ox rib.

Could have been!

A third finger enters him. He grits his teeth, feeling the pain again. This is nothing like he had imagined it to be with the angel. There'll never be the feelings he had imagined! He will never have that.

Aziraphale has left him alone after all!

He has forsaken him!

He was not the first who had abandoned him. Everybody does in the end!

"Damn, you're hot." Jim hisses. Crowley can't form a coherent answer. "No, literally!" Jim continues louder this time, "You're hot like what, 100 degrees? Are you ill or what is it?".

Suddenly Jim yelps and jumps back, pulling his fingers out (a really unpleasent feeling). "What the hell?"

Crowley immediately recognises the level of drunkeness and topples over, now that the solidity of Jims body was gone. He caught his weight with some effort and is on his hands and knees. His sunglasses have fallen down somewhere.

Than he sees, why Jim was suddenly so frightened.

Little red bolts of lightning were dancing over Crowleys skin. Smoke is emitting from his body and his eyes are fiery red when he looks up into Jims.