#hugo punch x reader

[killjoys-n-whovians]

I Couldn't Save You (Jimmy Hall x Reader)

This is gonna be ANGSTY. I'm talking about Tate and Violet from AHS angsty. Once again thank you to Clem Turner’s cover of Exit Music (For a Film) for inspiring this. 

TW for: a very graphic suicide scene, for suicidal thoughts, for Jimmy finding you and his reaction. 

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"You can't escape me, Maya!"

She had been running for so long at this point. It must have been hours. I had helped her from the sidelines, distracting Hugo or even telling her where things were. Unfortunately, I didn't have the keys to her friends' rooms, but she did now.

I revealed myself to her once again, telling her it was time to leave. Every fiber in my body screamed that I was betraying Jimmy but I needed to. Hugo needed to be stopped somehow. I was surprised when she grabbed my hand and dragged me with her into the elevator.

"You're getting out with me, Y/n." She spoke determinedly. "Also, you're freezing." I was impressed by her bravery and together we headed to the closest friend in room 111. While Maya freed her I kept an eye out for Jimmy who seemed to be far away. "Alright, you should be good to leave," I told her and she nodded, shakily stepping into the hall and making a break for it.

We waited a minute for her to get some distance before we left the room, carefully maneuvering around corners to avoid Jimmy. 115 was the next door we stopped at, Maya's friend thanked me as Maya kept watch. We all seemed to stop breathing as Jimmy called out for Maya, he was close.

I ushered them both into the bathroom, closing the door for the most part and hiding in the darkest corners. Luckily, Jimmy didn't come into the room and we heard him go by. Some time passed before we had this friend leave, and once again we waited to leave after them.

We repeated this with her next friend and we were on our way to the second to last when I heard Jimmy close by. I moved forward, seeing him go in the opposite direction of Maya. I gave her the signal to move again and we did but more carefully this time.

Finally, after freeing both friends successfully it was our turn to leave. I looked at Maya as we prepared to leave the room and make a break for it. "This is it, if we can avoid him and get into an elevator then I think we'll be okay. We've just got to get to the elevator." She nodded solemnly to me and that was all of the reassurance I needed to open the door and make a break for it. The elevator was back on this floor, the most recently freed friend must've sent it back up. However, as the doors closed I saw him peaking out of the corner.

Finally, we reached the doors to the outside. I ran through them only to run into one of the hotel rooms. No no, that can’t be right. We were at the outside? Where’s Maya? I took the elevator down to the base floor, seeing Maya looking at me questioningly from the outside. I tried again, this time coming into the hotel from a different set of doors. I ran towards Maya but before I could reach her I was back entering the hotel in some sick loop. I couldn’t leave.

I got to the border where the hotel and the outside met. “I can’t leave, you need to go.” Maya shook her head. “I’m not leaving without you!” Just then, I heard Hugo’s voice from not far away. She needed to leave now, or he’d surely drag her back into the hotel.

"You need to leave, Maya. He is coming for you." I spoke with a shaky voice, all confidence having left me. Why couldn't I leave too? "I'll be back for you Y/n, hide until then!" She called and took off to her nearby friends who all began to sprint towards town.

"Y/n?" Jimmy's timid tone surprised me. I looked at him, water beginning to fall down my cheeks. "Why can't I leave, Jimmy? You know, don't you?" I accused, a small hiccup falling from my lips. He nodded solemnly, a sigh coming from the man.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out. Come, let me show you something." I followed Jimmy back to the elevator, back down to where Hugo was buried. I was silent when we walked in, and that's when I noticed something I hadn't before. Another figure underneath the concrete, not too far from Hugo.

"We were in our mid 20’s when it happened, not long after mother died. You were so depressed, I tried to cheer you but I couldn’t. Then, one day after doing my show I realized you weren’t there so I went to check on you in your room." I shook my head, crying harder. No, there was no way that body was mine. I couldn’t be dead! Jimmy wrapped his arms around me and that’s when a deep sense of pain flooded me as the night in mention came back to me in memories.

I was laying in the tub, I was so tired of living like this. I had swallowed pills, random ones guests had left that I had been accumulating over time for this. A razor was kept close in case I needed it again. I had already sliced up both of my arms, the blood turning the water a deep red. 

That’s when Jimmy walked in, panic immediately taking over his senses. I watched him through lidded eyes as he yelled my name. When did my vision get so blurry? I couldn’t hold my neck up any longer and my head lolled back. He grabbed me as gently as he could, sitting me up and kneeling in the tub behind me so he could hold me up better. 

He stuck his fingers down my throat, trying to get some of the pills to come back up, but my gag reflex was gone. I was so sleepy, I shut my eyes. “No, Y/n don’t close your eyes, please.” I smiled at Jimmy’s voice. Truth be told, I loved him. I cared for him when things went rough, I stood by his side when he was called a liar. I had been blind, just as his mother had been. When she died, that’s when I figured it out. I loved Jimmy, yes, but I hated Hugo.

I tried telling him I loved him, but it was as if my tongue wasn’t mine anymore. It came out unintelligible and slurred. Tears began to fall from my face, and the realization I was dying finally hit me. My ears rang, but over the ringing, I could hear Jimmy pleading for me to stay alive. To not leave. But he couldn’t do anything as I lost consciousness. 

I had woken up in my bed sometime after. Confused, I went and talked to Jimmy who said that he had managed to get me to throw up the pills and stopped the bleeding. I knew he was hiding something because he was stuttering his words but I couldn’t find it in me to press. So I accepted that I had tried to die, but failed. 

“I told you that you survived it when you came to me, I just couldn’t face the truth that I was too late to save you…” He choked out, a sob leaving him. “I’m so sorry Y/n.” I was really dead and judging by the way Jimmy appeared, I had been dead a long time. How did I not notice that I never seemed to age, when Jimmy did? 

“You know, when I tried speaking I wanted to tell you I loved you. That’s why I stuck by your side anytime someone said you did something wrong. I wanted to believe that you couldn’t do something like that.” I glanced up at him, more tears falling down my cheeks. “But when your mom died, I had to come to terms with it. I realized that every time you told me you hadn’t done it, you had lied without even knowing because Hugo was the one controlling it. Controlling you.” 

With that, I told Jimmy I needed to lie down for a while, and I let him help me to my room, which was right next to his. I couldn’t look at my bathroom, so I didn’t. He tucked me into the covers, and I blankly stared at the ceiling before giving me some space and leaving. What does one do when they’re dead? I supposed I could go seek out the other ghosts in the hotel and ask, but that would have to wait. I needed some time to rest.  

[pedrospatch]

family

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x Reader

summary: You and Joel have some news to share with Sarah.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. (TW) pregnancy, small age gap (reader is in her 20’s and Joel is 35). fluff, fluff, fluff, Joel and Sarah being the most adorable father daughter duo.

word count: 3.3k

a/n:this is my response to this request right here; a huge thank you to whoever sent this one in!

You let out a small, tired sigh and wiped the back of your hand across your forehead. The early afternoon lunch rush at Moe’s Diner had just ended and you were exhausted beyond belief. Moe’s was one of the more popular locally owned joints in Austin, Texas, and while having a lot of customers coming into the establishment meant earning heftier tips and of course, a bigger paycheck, there was a small part of you that couldn’t help but wish that you could have at least one slow day, just one single day of the week where you weren’t waiting about a dozen tables all at once.

The moment you dropped the last stack of used plates into the plastic gray bin for Hugo, the dishwasher, to come and collect, you washed your hands thoroughly with soap and warm water and then made your way over to the old, electronic cash register behind the main counter to punch in the tips you’d earned after the rush; an hour’s worth of working and you had already made about a hundred bucks to take home at the end of your shift. As you finished logging your earnings, you could feel a pair of eyes watching you from a distance. You didn’t even need to look up to see that it was Joel. He had made something of a habit of coming to join you on his lunch hour. He’d been working longer and longer days lately, and if his only chance to spend time with you was during his lunch break, then that is exactly what he was going to do.

You tossed your receipt into the register and closed it up, turning to your coworker, Melinda. “Alright. All the tables have been cashed out, cleared, and wiped down,” You informed her, sticking your own copy of the receipt for your tips into the crisp, white apron of your uniform. “Mind if I go and take a break now?”

“Go right ahead. Don’t want to keep lover boy over there waiting for too long,” Melinda responded with a teasing wink.

“Oh, shut up,” You snipped at her, although the smile was evident in your tone of voice. You turned around and quickly poured two cups of coffee, a regular for Joel and a decaffeinated roast for yourself. Last week during your doctor’s appointment, your obstetrician reassured you that it would be a while before you really had to start easing up on the amount of caffeine you put into your body, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to start weaning yourself off of it while you were still in the earlier stages of pregnancy. Better to deal with the withdrawals sooner rather than later. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to help you with the next rush,” You told Melinda over your shoulder. You took the two cups in your hands and walked over towards one of the booths in the far corner of the fifties themed restaurant where Joel had chosen to sit today. You set his cup of coffee down in front of him and kissed his cheek lightly before sliding into the booth across from him. “I am so sorry to have kept you waiting. Two for one lunch special brought in a lot more people than Moe had anticipated.” You rolled your eyes, gently shaking your head. “He understaffed us. Again.”

Joel frowned as he noted, “I can tell. You look exhausted.”

“Which is basically code for, you look like shit, isn’t it?” You asked him teasingly.

“S’not what I meant and you know it,” he replied, rolling his eyes at you as he took a careful sip of his coffee. “You shouldn’t be workin’ so damn hard, y’know. S’not good for you to strain yourself, not in your condition.”

“In my condition,” You mimicked him with an amused little chuckle. It earned you a stern glare. “Oh come on, Joel. I’m only about six weeks along.” You shrugged your shoulders and then leaned back into the seat of the booth. “Come back to me with that bullshit when I’m in my third trimester and waddling around this place.”

Joel snorted. “Well, I’m hopin’ that by that time, you won’t be workin’ at all.”

Your playful smile faded slightly from your face. “What are you talking about?” You asked, crossing your arms stubbornly over your chest. It baffled you that he would even suggest such a thing. “We have a baby on the way. That means that I have to work, Joel. I have to work for as long as I possibly can before it comes. And then after a couple months of maternity leave, I’m going to have to come back and work some more.”

“Wait a minute, what about school?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you. “How exactly do you plan to juggle studyin’ while workin’ and bein’ a mom too?”

Stumped on how to answer him without upsetting him, you remained quiet and chewed nervously on your bottom lip. He wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t exactly told him yet, but the reality was that you knew it would be tough to handle all three and there was a pretty good chance that your teaching degree would have to be put on the back burner for an indefinite amount of time.

“You’re not givin’ up on that degree,” Joel asserted, as if he had read your thoughts. “No way in hell, I won’t let you. You only have one year left,” he reminded you firmly. “Look, business has been boomin’ on my end of things. If it stays that way, I can get you out of this place. Let you focus on bein’ a mom and gettin’ your teachin’ credential.”

You bit back a sigh. “Joel, it’s a bit too early to even be talking about all of this, don’t you think?” You said after a moment, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the conversation. “There’s no need to worry about that stuff yet.” Noticing the exasperated expression on his face, you outstretched your arm across the able and held out your hand. “I’m serious, Joel. I don’t want you to worry about it, not right now.”

He smiled warily as he took your hand in his. He leaned over and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of it gently. “Look, I know it’s early,” he acknowledged. “But I’m just plannin’ ahead.” He paused long enough to press another kiss onto your hand. “I just wanna take care of you, darlin’. That’s all.”

“I know you do,” You replied softly, squeezing his hand. You could see Melinda over behind the counter tapping the invisible watch around her wrist as if to tell you that your time was running out. “What time do you have to be back at the job site?”

Joel glanced down at his watch, but it was useless. The damn thing had stopped working once again, and yet he refused to take it to get repaired. “Probably have to start headin’ back soon, actually,” he realized, the disappointment present in his tone. He hadn’t gotten nearly as much time with you as he would have liked. “Oh, I forgot to mention. Tommy said he’s not gonna be home for dinner tonight,” he informed you. “Said he’s spendin’ the night with a buddy, but we both know what that means.”

You giggled. “Another blonde he met at the bar, huh?”

“Yeah, sounds ‘bout right.” Joel laughed and rolled his eyes. “But anyway, I was thinkin’ that tonight might be the night to finally tell Sarah, seein’ as it’ll just be the three of us. What do you think, baby?”

You squeezed his hand again. “I’m kind of nervous, Joel. About telling her.”

“Yeah, me too.” Joel wasn’t nervous for Sarah’s reaction because he’d thought she would feel negatively about the baby or about you. Rather, he knew his teenager would be horrified thinking about how this blessed miracle came to be seeing as he’d signed a permission slip for her to learn all about the birds and the bees in health class at school last semester. At thirteen, Sarah was in that one stage where anything that Joel did embarrassed her—or grossed her out.

And this would certainly gross her out.

“Jesus, here comes round two of the rush,” You muttered, watching three large parties of people walk into the diner. Reluctantly, you released Joel’s hand. “I should go and help Melinda. Besides, you really need to get back to work before you’re late.”

Both you and Joel slid out of the booth and stood up. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest in one of those tight, warm hugs that you’d grown to adore over the last couple of years. “I’ll be home on time for dinner tonight,” he promised you. “If you need anythin’ while I’m at work, you let me know, alright?”

You chuckled. “Yes, Joel.”

He let go of you and stood back, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m serious. You need anythin’ at all, you call me, alright? My phone will be in my pocket.”

“I’ll be fine, Joel,” You insisted, shaking your head as you laughed. “Now go on, get going before your boss chews you out for being late.”

“I am my boss, darlin’.” He grinned boyishly at you before pressing his lips lightly against yours, murmuring gently against them. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Ugh, this is too good.” Sarah let out a small groan of satisfaction as she took another bite of her spaghetti. She turned to you a minute later, dabbing at her mouth with her paper napkin before telling you, “Have I told you that it’s my favorite? Because it’s my favorite and I simply must give my compliments to the chef.”

You lifted your chin slightly, feeling pleased with yourself. “Thank you.”

Joel pouted, feigning offense. “Now wait a damn minute, I thought the spaghetti that I made you was your favorite?”

“Dad, you use the jarred crap,” Sarah reminded him. “Her sauce is homemade. She actually makes it from scratch, like you’re supposed to.” She pointed her fork at him. “Your spaghetti is just one step above Chef Boyardee. And that’s being generous.”

Joel picked a crouton from the salad bowl in the middle of the table and flicked it at her. “Turd.”

“Bigger turd,” she shot back at him with a tiny giggle as she picked up the crouton and popped it into her mouth.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” You chuckled, waving a hand. “Settle down you two or I’ll put you both in timeout.”

“Y’see what you do? Gettin’ us in trouble,” Joel joked before biting into a slice of garlic bread.

Sarah stuck her tongue out at him. “You started it.”

You giggled, shaking your head.

You adored the dynamic between the two, although there were times when it could be a bit much. Somehow, you seemed to bring a bit of balance to it all—you had become the calm, level headed presence if and when Sarah and Joel’s antics ever went overboard.

You wouldn’t have it any other way, of course.

Although Joel had been seeing you for about two or so years now, he hadn’t introduced you to Sarah until six months into the relationship. You hadn’t been offended by that in the slightest—you knew that he’d done his fair share of dating around before you came along, and he had made the sore mistake of introducing his young, impressionable daughter to a large number of different women who, in the end, never stuck around. Not wanting to cause any further confusion or strife for Sarah, Joel vowed never to bring another woman into his daughter’s life again, not unless he was absolutely certain it was someone who would actually stay.

That woman turned out to be you.

Joel had met you when he and his younger brother, Tommy, walked into Moe’s one afternoon for lunch. Tommy set his sights on you first, flirting up a storm, but it was Joel who you’d connected with. Joel ended up visiting the diner several times after that, going in for a cup of coffee at least every other day until he’d finally worked up the courage to ask you out on a date. That one date turned into two, two turned into three, and by date number six, you two had completely fallen for each other. Joel realized early on that you were the real deal, but nevertheless, he still chose to wait to introduce you to his then eleven year old.

When the time to meet Sarah finally came, you’d been so nervous; you were in love with Joel, but you knew that if his daughter didn’t like you, it could all come crashing down. Your first interaction with Sarah had been a little awkward, but as you got to know each other, things slowly started to shift in the right direction. The more time you’d started spending around her—with her—the closer you two became and your bond eventually flourished.

A few months later, you moved in with her, Joel, and Tommy.

“It’s going to be so nice having another girl around here,” Sarah had told you excitedly while helping you unpack a box of your things in Joel’s bedroom. “There’s way too much testosterone around here.”

The two of you had become inseparable.

Joel often liked to joke that she liked you more than she liked him.

He wasn’t totally wrong about that.

All you could do was hope that the news of the baby wouldn’t change how Sarah felt about you. You loved Joel, of course, but you’d grown to love Sarah too. They were your family.

The timer that you’d set on the oven started beeping loudly, pulling you from your train of thoughts. “Those would be the cupcakes that I made for dessert.”

“Chocolate?” Sarah asked you with shining, hopeful eyes.

“Of course. What other flavor is there?” You winked as you stood up from your chair.

She punched the air lightly. “Yes! Can I help you frost them?”

“As soon as they cool down,” You promised, touching her shoulder lightly as you walked by her and off into the kitchen.

“Tonight just keeps getting better and better,” Sarah sighed contentedly, picking up her fork.

Joel watched her for a moment in silence, a small smile on his face. “Hey,” he said after minute or two, garnering Sarah’s attention. “You really like her, don’t you, kiddo?”

“Of course! She’s got to be like, the coolest person ever,” Sarah remarked in between more bites of her pasta. “What’s not to like? She’s smart, she’s pretty, she’s fun to talk to,” she started ticking things off her list. “She has amazing taste in movies and music. Oh, and she lets me borrow her clothes.”

He laughed, suddenly realizing that the Red Hot Chili Peppers band tee shirt she was wearing actually belonged to you. “You’re askin’ for her permission to wear her stuff, right?”

Sarah batted her eyelashes innocently at him. “She said that I didn’t have to ask. In fact, she said I could just help myself to her side of the closet whenever I wanted.”

Joel tossed another crouton at her. “I don’t care what she said, it’s still polite to ask, missy.”

“I’m just kidding, dad! Jeez,” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Of course I ask her. You didn’t raise a heathen.”

Joel snorted lightly and leaned back into his chair. “Sometimes I ain’t so sure about that, babygirl.”

After a minute, Sarah’s eyes met his across the table. “Hey, dad?”

“Yeah?”

“You like her a lot too, don’t you?”

“A hell of a lot,” he answered, honestly. “You know, I never thought I’d meet someone like her.”

“Me either,” Sarah admitted. “But I’m really glad that you did.” She paused, offering him a tiny, but genuine smile. “You deserve to be happy, you know?”

Joel’s heart warmed inside of his chest. He lightly kicked her foot underneath the table with his. “Look at you being a big ol’ pile of sentimental goo.”

“And this is exactly why I don’t ever say anything,” Sarah huffed, but she giggled. “You always ruin it.”

“Always ruin what?” You asked as you walked back out of the kitchen. You took your seat and picked up your glass of iced tea looking between the two. “What did I miss?”

“Oh nothing, my dad is just being annoying, as always,” Sarah kidded before she began to polish off the remainder of her dinner.

A long, but comfortable silence fell over the table.

You glanced over at Joel, wondering when it would be time. His gaze met yours and he raised an eyebrow, as if silently asking you if you were ready. Although you weren’t, you gave him a subtle nod.

Joel cleared his throat. “Sarah?”

“Hmm?”

“There’s somethin’ that we want to tell you,” he began to say, earning himself a puzzled look from his daughter. He hesitated, as if trying to figure out the best way to just spit it out. “We’ve been wantin’ to tell you this for a couple of weeks now, but we wanted to find the right moment and well, I think this is it—we’re havin’ a baby.”

Sarah’s fork clinked loudly against her plate as she dropped it in surprise. “What?” she gasped, her wide eyes flicking to you. “Are you freaking serious?”

You nodded, wondering if that was a good reaction or a bad one. You couldn’t quite tell just yet. “I’m having a baby,” you confirmed, lifting a hand and running it nervously through your hair.

Sarah stared at you, her eyes still wide and what looked like a smile threatening to break out across her face. “Swear it?”

You exhaled a breath of relief. “Swear it. I’m six weeks right now.”

Letting out a little squeal, she jumped up from her chair and ran over to you, throwing her arms around your shoulders. “I can’t believe this!” She squeezed you tightly—a little too tightly. “Do you know what it is yet? When will you know? Can we start looking at baby stuff this weekend? Can we buy it clothes already?”

“Sarah, breathe.” Joel shook his head, although he was grinning from ear to ear. “And more importantly, let her breathe.”

“Shut up, Joel. She’s fine,” You waved a hand dismissively at him as you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her back. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be this excited.”

“Are you kidding me?” Sarah exclaimed as she pulled away. “This is the best news ever! I’ve been all by myself for so long!”

“Hey, what are we? Chopped liver?” Joel threw his hands up and then brought them back down onto his lap.

“Oh, you know what I mean.”

“No, I really don’t.”

Sarah shrugged. “Well, it’s just been me all these years, dad. But now I get to have a little brother or sister.” She paused and glanced at you. “Is it wrong to say that I really, really hope it’s a girl?”

“Then it would be three against one,” Joel realized, the color draining from his face slightly. “Jesus Christ, I really hope it’s a boy.”

“You have Uncle Tommy.”

“He doesn’t count.”

“Joel!” You snapped at him, causing Sarah to throw her head back and laugh. “Don’t say that.”

“The score is even,” Sarah stated. She pointed a finger at him as she walked back to her chair and sat down. “Two boys, two girls. The baby will be the tie breaker. When will find out what it is?”

“In a few more weeks,” You responded, chuckling at the way her face fell. “Trust me, they’ll go by faster than you think.”

“I can’t wait!” Sarah beamed brightly, looking between the two of you. “Oh man, this is awesome.”

Joel tilted his head curiously at her. “Yeah? You happy, babygirl?”

“I get to have a family,” she murmured, her hand resting lightly on her chest. “A real family, like the ones you see on TV or in the movies." She looked at him, her eyes twinkling brightly. “Happy doesn’t even cover it, dad.”

[yungistiny]

Selfish Waltz ═ chapter three

[ J. YH + S. MG ]

chapter three: longing

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summary: yunho had been love with y/n since he was sixteen, not mustering up the courage to tell her until seven years later, seven years too late because his best friend just beat him to the punch.

note: reader and the boys are not kpop idols in this

warning: smut, threesome, double penetration, big dick yungi, size kink, just lots of smut

pairings: yunho x female reader, mingi x female reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, romance, polyamory

word count: 2.6k

chapter two

chapter four

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“It’s only for a week.”

Mingi was packing a couple of suitcases for his trip to New York. He had gotten a modeling opportunity for Calvin Klein. He started modeling junior year of university, a manager from Paris scouted him out while him and Yunho had been shopping in a Burberry telling Mingi he had the perfect height, build and face for magazines and a runway. Yunho had teased him about it for days before y/n had been the one to convince him to call Hugo, the manager that has now worked with him for the last three years.

Y/N sat on Mingi’s bed, she could call it their bed at this point, watching him pack through his favorite floor length mirror in his room, it always gave the perfect view of his bed. Y/N had learned quickly after they first got together why Mingi loved that mirror so much.

“Look at you,” Mingi gripped her face making y/n look at their sinful reflection in the mirror. She clenched around him when she saw themselves, Mingi holding her up against him, her back against his chest, arm wrapped around her middle while he stared back at her through the glass, eyes dark, smirk on his lips whilst pounding into her oh so deliciously from behind.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Y/N pouted up at him, reaching for his shirt to pull him towards her. Mingi laughed, shaking his head at her as she slipped her hands up to the waistband of his sweatpants. “Miss me or miss my dick?” He joked.

Y/N smirked up at him as she pulled his sweats down.

“Both.”

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Yunho groaned from his gaming chair, headphones around his neck as he had paused his game, finally able to sit down and play Elden Ring, a game that was so rudely interrupted by the lewd noises coming from Mingi’s room. Yunho had left his bedroom door open seeing as it was only 8:30 at night and he certainly was not expecting his two best friends to go at it that loudly right now.

He heard them the second he pulled his headphones off to go pee. Now he would have to walk right past Mingi’s thankfully closed door where he could hear y/n start to moan, his door being open amplifying the sounds. “Fuck.” He took his headphones completely off, sitting them down on his gaming desk and quietly walked towards his door, eyes glued to Mingi’s.

He slipped out his door and quickly froze in his tracks at the sound of y/n voice.

“You…you feel so good inside me, baby.”

He gulped completely forgetting how to move all together when he heard Mingi.

“You take me so fucking good…. fucking perfect……. pussy was made for me”

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Yunho darted down the hall to the bathroom as quickly as he could, stumbling a little through the door and lightly slamming it behind him. A shaky breath left him, knocking the back of his head against the door as he felt himself hardening in his pajama pants. FUCK! Do you know how hard it was to piss with your dick hard? And Yunho had to piss really bad. He had already been holding it for the last half hour.

“Shit” he hissed as he pulled himself out. The piss proved to be difficult but after only a splash on the tiled floor, that he was sure to clean up, he relieved himself with a sigh and hint of a moan.

Yunho decided a cold shower was a need in his predicament, thankful that the heat in the apartment was turned up high, therefore he wouldn’t exactly freeze to death. He’d hoped the two down the hall would be finished by the time he was done.

He stripped himself of his clothing, tossing them into the dirty clothes pile, they really needed to get a hamper. The shower head turned on, he sat the temperature to cool but not cold enough to leave him shaking before stepping in behind the sheer curtain.

A hiss left him, back muscles tensing as the cool water hit him. Yunho stood under the downpour of the shower head, letting it drown and soak him from head to toe. He had to get a grip. He couldn’t just keep getting turned on so easily by his best friends fucking.

He certainly couldn’t keep getting himself off to them either. His hand gripped himself, a moan coming from his parted lips. One stroke, he shuddered. Two strokes, he closed his eyes and moaned again. Three strokes, he saw her. Pictured y/n perfectly splayed out on his bed. Beautiful, naked and wanting for him.

“Sorry!”

Yunho’s movements stopped, eyes wide and quickly turning his back to the sheer curtain as y/n walked in. “Are you fucking kidding me” he hissed quietly. Why the fuck did he not lock the door? Why the fuck was she in there? Was Mingi not just ruining her in the best way down the hall? How long had he been in the shower? Shit! Thinking about them fucking had him growing harder. What is wrong with you? Yunho was losing his mind.

“Sorry” y/n apologized once again avoiding her gaze from the shower. “I just have to pee.”

Yunho sighed waiting for her to finish relieving herself before he snatched the curtain to hide himself, glaring at y/n. “Seriously?”

Y/N turned to him as she washed her hands. “I couldn’t hold it.” She apologized again, eyes catching the blurred sight of Yunho’s dick not so hidden behind the shower curtain as she dried her hands with a hand towel. She tried not to stare, she really did, and she certainly tried not to narrow her gaze to try and magically make the blur of the shower curtain disappear.

“Baby”

Mingi’s voice calling out from the living room now caused y/n to jump, avoiding her gaze. She turned around, yanking the bathroom door open, Mingi’s shirt she had thrown on getting tugged by the door knob.

Yunho clenched his jaw when the shirt rid up revealing her bare ass to him, the slight pink tint of a hand mark bared on it. He pulled back with a groan, shutting the curtain and letting the water run over him, adjusting the temperature as cold as it could get

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Mingi woke him up the next morning. Yunho sat up, eyes squinting at the sunlight pouring into his room from where forgot to close the curtains the night before. He had finished his shower and hurried back to his room where he played the game a few more hours before passing out atop his covers.

Mingi chuckled at Yunho’s disheveled hair and the way his cheeks and nose were tinted red from sleep, face a little puffy. “I’m leaving.” He studied his best friend who was still trying to wake from being awoken so suddenly. “I uh…” Mingi rubbed the back of his neck as he wasn’t sure how to approach Yunho with his request. “can you please just…. keep an eye on her for me?”

Yunho stared at him. Keep an eye on her? His girlfriend? His best friend? The bane of his tired hand? “Ok.” He shrugged growing a tad anxious at being left alone with y/n for a week seeing as how she practically lived there too now.

Mingi hugged him causing a grunt to leave Yunho as he squeezed him a little. “Don’t make a move while I’m gone.” He joked as he stood to leave, Yunho glaring at his back as he laughed and retreated out the room.

Yunho fell back into his bed, closing his eyes and sighing. It was gonna be a long week. Just him alone with y/n. He started his new job Monday so there was a slight escape, something to keep him distracted. It’s not that he wanted to avoid his best friend it’s just Yunho feared what he’d do if he were alone with her for too long.

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Yunho had yet to see y/n all day seeing as how it was Saturday and Mingi had left hours ago and she was off work, he figured she was sleeping in. Jongho and Yeosang had showed up claiming they had to get out of their shared apartment with San as him and Chan had been all needy lately and were apparently being very loud. Yunho understood their annoyance well.

“I hate being single!” Jongho exclaimed as he watched Yunho and Yeosang go against each other in Mortal Kombat on the ps5. “You get it, right?” He looked at Yunho. “I bet y/n and Mingi never stop.”

Yunho clenched his jaw, hands tightening on the controller in his hand as he was determined to kill Yeosang’s Johnny Cage with his Scorpion.

“FATALITY”

“Damn” Jongho cringed as Yunho’s character split Yeosang’s character in half right as y/n walked into the room, hair disheveled and blinking sleep from her eyes. She looked at them with her lips puffy wondering when the hell Jongho and Yeosang had gotten there. “What time is it?” Her voice was scratchy from the deep throating she had given Mingi the night before, but they didn’t need to know that.

“Looks and sounds like Mingi hyung ruined you before he left.” Jongho sent her a knowing smirk, arching a brow at the deep purple and dark hickey visible on her neck. Y/N blushed, turning away from them and walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Yunho glared at Jongho for openly stating the obvious but his best friends sex life was not something he had brought up and never planned to acknowledge until now since the youngest member of their friend group always loved to rile them up and y/n reaction had Jongho snickering as he stood.

“Come on, noona,” Jongho followed y/n. “I bet you and Mingi keep Yunho up all the time.”

Y/N caught Yunho’s hard stare over the rim of her glass of water. It was something Mingi kept mentioning since Yunho had gotten back.

“You have to be quiet.”

“He’ll hear us, baby, you have to calm down.”

Something about that always made y/n moan louder every time. She wanted Yunho to hear them.

“Shut up Jongho.” She rolled her eyes at him as she turned back around to refill her glass.

“Yunho,” Jongho spun around not missing the lingering gaze his hyung was sending y/n. “how loud do they get?”

“Shut up Jongho.” Yunho repeated y/n, turning his eyes back onto the tv that displayed the homescreen of the game.

“What are we playing?” Y/N changed the subject, gripping her glass of water and walking to sit between Yunho and Yeosang on the couch, her thigh brushing against Yunho’s hand as she still only had on Mingi’s oversized shirt but she had been mindful to pull on a pair of his boxers too.

“Here” Yeosang handed her the controller he had. “he’s been kicking my ass for the last hour.”

“Oh,” y/n smirked when she noticed it was her copy of Mortal Kombat they had been playing. “my favorite game.”

Yunho straightened himself up from the comfortable slouch he had been in as he was finally gonna get some actual competition in the game now. Y/N had always been an excellent opponent for him.

“KICK HIS ASS Y/N!” Jongho was yelling over everyone, over a good thirty minutes had passed with Yunho and her locked in, each struggling to beat the other especially since y/n picked the same character Yunho had but Scorpion was both their favorite.

“FINISH HIM”

“NO!” Yunho shouted as he watched his player stagger as the game waited for y/n to give the final blow.

“FATALITY”

Jongho and Yeosang cheered, happy to finally see Yunho get his ass handed to him in the game. “Seeing your defeat is a beautiful thing.” Jongho declared. Yunho turned to him, pushing him off the arm of the couch he had been sitting on next to him.

“Fuck, man!” Jongho groaned as he landed on his ass on the hardwood floor. If there’s one thing Yunho was, he’s competitive and doesn’t like to lose. Especially does not like to have it rubbed in his face that he lost which him losing a competition was very rare.

“Knock, knock!” Wooyoung let himself inside the apartment followed by his kind of sort of boyfriend Vernon. “Jongho, nice to see someone put you on your ass.” He smirked down at the younger man who was still on the floor but quickly found himself next to him as Jongho tripped him. “ASSHOLE!” He yelled, pouting.

“Children.” Y/N rolled her eyes at her brother and Jongho on the floor groaning. “And you’re a sore loser.” She smirked triumphantly at Yunho beside her. He looked at her, narrowing his eyes. “You always have to pick Scorpion, we can’t both go against each other with the same character every time!” This was normal for them, a little bit of bickering when it came to gaming. It was something that always happened when y/n and Yunho were on opposing teams.

“Like I said,” Y/N grinned, she loved riling him up. “sore loser.”

Tension suddenly grew between them, Yunho not being able to hide the glint in his eyes that clearly gave away that he found it hot when she antagonized him. Y/N was glad for her brother interrupting them as she suddenly felt nervous under her best friend’s gaze. The memory of his barely hidden dick last night haunting her lusciously. “There’s this new club in Itaewon, we’re going!” Wooyoung clapped his hands together after Vernon helped him up back to his feet.

“Last time we went to a club Mingi had to convince Lee Jeno to not kick your ass after you tried hitting on his boyfriend.” Y/N reminded him, Vernon looking at his boyfriend, arms folded across his chest. “Really?” He arched a brow considering last time they went to a club was only a few weeks ago. “That was before we were official and I was drunk.” Wooyoung tugged Vernon towards him, practically turning into like a cat as he cuddled into him.

Vernon rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. Clubbing wasn’t his thing but he’d go for Wooyoung.

“Count me out” Yeosang sighed as he stood up from his spot on the couch. “I have to go see my mom, convince her I’m not irresponsible and beg her to help me get my car back.” He had once again gotten his car towed.

“Me to.” Yunho stood up going to grab a canned soda from the fridge. “I’m in!” Y/N smirked, running a hair through her hair that was still tangled from Mingi’s grabby hands the night before. “It will give me an excuse to wear that dress Mingi got me from that Balmain gig.” He had surprised her, early Christmas gift he had said, with a designer dress. A Balmain original minidress with a painterly sky print, thin satin straps and a draping neckline. She didn’t really know much about fashion but the dress was probably the most pretty clothing she now owned.

Yunho popped open his soda with a groan to himself. Now he had to go. “I guess I could go.” Wooyoung barked out a laugh, glancing towards his sister who stared at Yunho, pausing her retreat back to Mingi’s, their bedroom, at his announcement.

“Of course you will.”

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[leclercss]

Tainted Love, Part 2 (Charles Leclerc)

Part 1

Masterlist

plot: in an attempt to fix your marriage, you've reluctantly agreed into being in an open relationship with your husband. so far, it's only been your husband that has taken advantage of your recent arrangement until one night out you meet a man who makes you begin to question your marriage.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: (+18) mentions of smut, cheating and some swearing

authors note: thank you guys for the kind words on the first chapter. i'm hoping to make to make this around 7-10 parts depending on how my creativity is feeling. hope you enjoy the second part x

word count: 4.7k

Your Uber has arrived at the address that Charles sent you and the feeling is starting to become very real. The idea of spending the night with any man other than Lewis is taking up 40% of your thoughts. The remaining 60% of your thoughts are thinking about how it will feel for Charles to kiss you again and to feel his touch on your body once more.

"Thanks so much for the lift and so sorry for the change of address," you tell the Uber driver. You climb out of the car and make a mental note to yourself to leave him a tip for his troubles.

As you make your way towards the door of the building, your thoughts go back to Charles. Are you being ridiculous for coming here? Was he really that into you? Was it desperate for you to change your mind and text him after you'd previously turned him down? And who was the "we" that he mentioned? Was it just some sort of after party that he was having? Or did he want to spend time with only you?

You're beginning to spiral.

You take a deep breath before punching in the number to his flat and wait for him to answer.

"Hey, door's open. Take the lift to the eighth floor".

It's Charles. You take a deep breath as he buzzes you in and you head towards the lift. Punching in floor number 8, a shiver runs down your spine as the building suddenly feels freezing for a late June in evening in London.

You tell yourself not to get cold feet now. You wanted this. You made some grumpy Uber driver take you to another area of London for this. Your body wanted this.

You hear some music playing on the other side as you stand in front of Charles’ apartment door accompanied by some French being thrown around. You couldn't make out the entire conversation. You had learnt French growing up but it'd been a while since you used it. And you weren't used to a Monegasque accent. But you think you can make out something about "the married one". They were talking about you.

You hear one of the voices getting closer to the front door and a second or two later the door is opened. You look at the person standing in front of you. Your heart skips a beat for a moment as you realise he's even more attractive than he was in the club.

"Hi Charles," you say softly. You try to smile but you're pretty sure the nerves you're experiencing are plastered across your face.

"Hi, [Y/N]," he replies. He smiles back at you. "I'm glad you came.” He steps to the side to let you in his apartment. "Come in".

As you enter, the music and the French conversations you had heard earlier get louder. Was he having some sort of afters?

"I live with a couple of my friends. We just came back here for a few drinks," it's like he’s read your mind. "Come on, join us for a few drinks". You feel his hand on the small of your back and a shiver runs through your spine once more at his slightest touch.

He leads you into the living room and you're greeted with a couple of faces you vaguely remember from the club. "You remember Hugo and Ricciardo from earlier right?"

They both wave at you. "Erm, yeah. Course," you lie out of politeness.

"I don't usually live here," the lighter haired one tells you. You've no idea which one he is. You think he's the one that made a comment about your husband being a lucky man when Stephanie told the group you were married. "But I thought I'd crash in Joris' room since he went back to your friend's place," he continues.

Whitney. You'd be interrogating her in the morning for details.

You feel Charles' hand move sightly further down your back. "Come on, I'll get you a drink in the kitchen," he says as he leans down towards your ear. The hand that was on your lower back takes your hand in his. You look up, smiling at him softly.

He leads you into the kitchen were he lets go of your hand to have a look in the fridge for something to drink. "So we've mostly got beer. Not sure if you're into that?" Charles calls out as he rummages through the fridge. "Oh! Actually, we've got wine. Do you like wine?" He peers at you over his shoulder and you nod.

Despite all of the alcohol you've consumed tonight, being in Charles' presence again and the thrill of turning up at his apartment has sobered you up. You feel like you need a drink to calm your nerves.

"Wine is perfect".

Your eyes follow him as he goes to the cupboard to get you a glass before pouring you a generous measure. You take the opportunity to check him out. He was just above average height. A couple of inches taller than you. He was slender but you noticed the muscle definition beneath his shirt. He definitely looked after himself. Your eyes finally landed on his fingers which were dotted with a number of different rings. You missed those fingers on your body.

"It's rude to stare you know," Charles chuckles as he snaps you out of your daze. You hadn't realised he had made his way over to you, holding two glasses of wine. He places a glass into your hand, your fingers touching.

"Thank you".

You clink your glasses together before uttering a "Cheers/Santé". You take a quick sip of your drink as your eyes meet Charles' over the top of your glass. Once you've taken a sip, you place the glass down on the counter. Charles does the same before he takes a step closer to you. He reaches towards your shoulders to remove your handbag and places it on the counter behind you. He takes another step closer to you, his face a few centimetres away from yours. His breath lightly hitting your face.

"So, what made you change your mind?" he asks you, he's waiting to see how you react. You take another sip of your wine before you decide to answer his question, earning a chuckle from Charles.

"I decided that my night wasn't done," you reply as your eyes meet again. "We didn't get to finish our dance from earlier," a reference to your earlier text to Charles.

He grins at your response. "And you couldn't finish dancing at home?" You know he's referring to your husband. He doesn't have to say it for you to understand.

You tilt your head to the side slightly before responding, "I've danced at home before. Wanted to try something new."

"And am I that something new?"

The tension in the kitchen is building as Charles' face is closer to yours than before. "I'd like to think so," you utter. You haven't broken eye contact for a while now. And it's only a matter of seconds before you feel Charles' hands on you again. He moves a strand of hair away from your face before softly tucking it behind your ear. His hand then lowers to your cheek while the other finds its way to your side, just below your breast.

"Well I'm glad you're open to trying," his voice is so smooth it melts in your ears like butter. He's confident, like he's played this game before. "I'd definitely like to show you a few things".

The tingle that you felt in your underwear from before has returned. This time accompanied with some dampness. You notice Charles is still looking at you, as if he's waiting for you to make the first move this time.

The two sips of wine have helped boost your courage, God bless alcohol, and you lean in. Your lips meet and this time there's no hesitation as you move your lips against his. You arms find their way around his neck and you take no time in pushing your tongue into his mouth softly.

The kiss is passionate and the longer it goes on the closer your bodies become. He lightly pushes you against the counter top as the hand that's below your breast now lowers towards the bottom of your dress before he pushes it beneath the hem. His other hand now finds itself lightly wrapped around your neck. The dampness is continuing to grow in your underwear. Fuck, it's definitely been a while since you've felt this horny if you're starting to get this wet so quickly.

That feeling of horniness doesn't slow down as the hand that Charles has slipped under the hem of your dress makes its way further up towards your panties. He doesn't even need to ask you to open your legs, your body voluntarily does it for him.

Your hand fits its way to the back of his head and you grip onto his hair lightly as you feel his hand move across to your underwear. Your tongues still deep in one another's mouths until you let out a soft moan as you feel Charles' finger run over the outside of your panties, applying a little pressure as his fingers runs over your slit.

You can feel him smile triumphantly as he's still kissing you. "Someone's a little excited". His voice is laced with smugness. If it was anyone else it would be a turn off but with Charles it seems to spur you on even more.

He breaks the kiss as he moves his lips along along your jaw line. Your head tilts backwards as another moan escapes your lips. He moves his lips to just below your ear where he nibbles on your skin before making his way up to your ear.

"Were you thinking about me on the way here?" he asks but you're too into the feeling of him touching you down below that you don't answer. "I asked you a question". His voice is more commanding this time, causing you to open your eyes. He's already staring at you, waiting for you to respond.

You nod at him. Fuck, you hadn't felt this submissive to a guy since earlier in your relationship with Lewis. It's been so long since a guy had fucked you senseless that you didn't know how to respond.

"Were you thinking about what it would be like for me to touch you?" He's enjoying this, you're putty in his his hands and he's enjoying every second of it. You don't know how but you're even wetter than before.

But you don't want him to have all of the fun, so you reach out for the bulge that's growing in his pants and give it a squeeze. This time it's his mouth that the moan escapes from.

"I wanted to know what this felt like," you purr into his ear and you're pretty sure you feel him become harder in your hand.

"Where do you want to feel it?" He's trying to regain some sort of control and so he slips two fingers past your panties and into your folds as he begins to rub your clit.

You bit your lip as he try not to moan again but it's becoming harder not to. "In my hands and my mouth," your lip trembles as you answer his question. You're surprising yourself with how much you're enjoying this. For it being the first time you would sleep with someone other than your husband in over six years, you're pretty good at it. But it's the next four words that leave your mouth that surprise you the most, "and in my pussy".

You're not sure if the noice that leaves your mouth is a hiss or a moan as you feel Charles plunge the two fingers that have been rubbing your clit into your pussy. "Shit, Charles!" you gasp as you grip onto his shirt to stop your legs from going from beneath you. You can't look away from his eyes as he start to build some momentum with his fingers.

"Just like that?" he teases you. "You want me to touch you right here?” His thumb now finds its way to your clit. You manage a nod as you find yourself clawing at his chest.

"I want to hear you say it," his voice is getting deeper as the tension is building.

"Yes," you pant. "Just like that, Charles".

The two of you are so lost in the moment. You try to maintain eye contact with him but your eyes are attempting to shut from the pleasure you're feeling. Your vagina is practically throbbing in Charles' hands.

You have forgotten that Charles had other company until one of his friends (Hugo and Ricciardo is what you've been told but this is one with darker hair) innocently walks into the kitchen to grab another drink.

"Shit! Sorry!" he cries as he looks away from the sight of Charles' fingers deep inside you in their kitchen. "Thought you guys were just getting a drink".

You feel your cheeks turn red from embarrassment as you've been caught red handed. But Charles doesn't seem too phased. He's joking with his friend, telling him to "fuck off" in French (that part of French you definitely remember).

His friend says something about getting a beer but Charles is busy so he'll just grab one for Hugo and himself. You've been too embarrassed to engage in the conversation so you've spent the time fiddling with one of the buttons on Charles' shirt.

Once his friend (so that was Ricciardo) has left the kitchen, Charles lifts your chin up so you're looking into his eyes again. "Sorry about that, looks like we got a bit caught up in the moment," you're not sure how he can sound so sweet while he still has his fingers inside of you. "Why don't we got to my room? No chance of them walking in on us there."

"Yeah, sure".

You instantly miss the feeling of Charles' fingers inside of you as he pulls them out before fixing your dress. You each grab your glasses of wine as Charles takes your hand in his and leads you towards his bedroom. Thankfully you manage to avoid bumping into his friends so you don't have to look them in the eye after one of the just saw you being fingered by their friend.

Charles opens a door which you're assuming is his bedroom. As he's about turn the light on, you hear one of his friends call his name from the living room.

"What?" he calls out.

The response you can't quite make out but Charles let's out a little huff before handing you his glass of wine. "I'll just be a minute. Let me deal with these two quickly".

You give him a reassuring smile as he places a kiss on your forehead before going back down the hall. You take the opportunity to have a little look around his room. His room is dark due to the late night but the lights from the street softly filter into his room. You can see the outline of some pictures on his wall. A vintage Ferrari car, a print of the Monaco GP. He's clearly into motor sports. You walk towards the window and look towards the view of the City and Canary Wharf in the distance.

You've been too occupied by the view and having a nosey around Charles' room that you don't hear him come in until you feel his body lightly press against you from behind. You jump a little earning a laugh from Charles.

"Sorry for scaring you, the guys should leave us alone now," he tells you as he takes his glass of wine out of your hand. He takes a sip, eyes firmly on yours before taking your free hand in his.

"Have you been enjoying the view?" he asks you. You're sure he's talking about the view outside but he's hinting towards himself as well.

"Yeah, it's not bad," you say as you lick your lips. "That Monaco GP poster is pretty impressive". You both chuckle at your light teasing.

"Yeah? Well maybe one day I'll get to take you. We can watch it from one of my friends' places back home," he tells you. He places his glass of wine on the window sill so he can cup your face in his hands. His fingers are laced in your hair and he's staring at your lips like he's ready to kiss you again.

"I'd like that," you whisper. You too placing your glass of wine on the window sill before you place a hand on Charles' cheek, the other on his chest, running your fingers across the bare skin that peaks through his top buttons which he's left undone.

You inhale before leaning in to kiss him. This time the kiss is sweet, it feels so delicate and intimate. Your touch is delicate too as you're both just enjoying the feeling of each other.

He gently pulls your bottom lip between his teeth before lightly kissing your lips. Your whole body is starting to tingle at the intimacy, something you've been missing for so long.

"I'm glad you came," his voice is barely a whisper. His hands start to roam the rest of your body. His touch is sexual but mostly intimate. He doesn't need to rip your clothes off, you're here now and he's going to take his time with pleasuring you.

"I'm glad I came too," you whisper. Your head tilting back as Charles' moves his kisses towards your jaw line, slowly down the side of your neck before making his way towards your throat.

"I want to feel your lips all over me," you tell him. You don't care if it sounds desperate because the anticipation growing inside of you is starting to become desperate.

Charles obeys your gentle order and makes his way down towards your collar bones, softly sucking and nibbling on your skin as his fingers make their way to the straps of your dress. He slowly pulls them down over your shoulders as he soothes your now bare skin with his fingers. A whimper leaves your lips.

He continues his movement downwards as he tugs at the material around your chest, lightly yanking it down to reveal your large breasts. He smiles to himself at the sight before him. "Where have you been hiding these?" he chuckles and you can't help but giggle as he starts to massage them.

He's clearly enjoying fondling your breasts but you want his lips on you again and so you place your hand on the back of his head so you can move it towards your body. He knows what you're looking for and so he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, soothing it as it starts to become swollen and sensitive in his mouth. He makes sure to pay attention to your other nipple, massaging it with his thumb.

Your fingers find its way into his hair as you lightly grab onto it. Your eyes shut and your lips are lightly parted from the pleasure.

After enjoying playing with your boobs, Charles can feel his jeans become tighter and more restricted and he's ready to up the intimacy.

"[Y/N], I want you to lie down on the bed," his voice is once again so soft and delicate. You nod as you pass him to get to the bed. You sit down on the edge before laying back, your dress still covering your lower half. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch Charles as he kneels in front of you. He slowly begins to pull your dress down along with your underwear, leaving you completely naked. You feel a little vulnerable, you haven't been this exposed to another man for so long that you feel a little self conscious.

But Charles is giving you no reason to feel that way as he slides your heels off your feet before making his way back up to your legs. He places a hand behind one of your knees before throwing your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to the area he wants the most.

His mouth is wet as he places sloppy kisses along your thighs before running a single finger between your slit. You're so wet it's almost embarrassing. Charles makes sure your eyes are connected with his before he leans in and places a long, slow lick along your slit.

"Oh fuck," you let out as you lightly grab the bed sheets.

"I've been waiting to taste you all night," you practically flinch at the hot air between your legs. "And it looks like you've been waiting for it too".

You nod, you can barely string a word together unless it's some profanity. He doesn't wait for an answer as he places another long, slow lick on your slit again. This time he doesn't stop to hear you moan. He pushes two of his fingers through your slit to open you up in a scissoring motion so he can get the access he needs before he starts licking your pussy.

"Ohh... Charles!"

As Charles' tongue continues to lap up your juices, the two fingers holding you open make their way further down as he pushes them inside you. His movement inside of you is slow at first, he wants to tease you for as long as possible. But your impatience wins as you lightly close your thighs around his head for him, signalling for him to speed up. Your pussy is practically throbbing for him.

He begins to lick and suck every part of you that he can reach with his mouth as the pace of his fingers picks up.

"Charles, fuck, just like that". You throw your head back in ecstasy, you can no longer maintain eye contact as your eyes shut so you can enjoy the sensation Charles is giving you down below. One of your hands grabs onto his hair as you basically shove his face into your vagina but he doesn't complain. It's easier access for him and he takes every opportunity to increase the amount of pleasure he's giving you.

"Do you like that, baby?" His voice is muffled against you.

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" You really sound desperate now but who could blame you? He's so good at this.

His pace is now relentless and you're not sure how much longer you can handle this before you end up squirting all over his face. The sounds leaving your mouth are now rolling into one long moan and your thighs are beginning to twitch around him.

"Fuck, if you keep it up like this I'm going to cum all over your face," you plead.

His eyes glisten as they look up at you. Satisfied with the mess he's creating in front of him. "I'd have no complaints," his voice vibrates against you once again but he's finished up with is assault on you. You're panting heavily.

As he uses his elbow to lift himself up, you notice that his lips and facial hair are drenched in your juices. He doesn't seem to mind though.

You hadn't noticed he was completely clothed still until he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest. You can't help yourself as you reach out and delicately run your fingers along his torso.

He stares down at you as he begins to take off his belt and jeans. He climbs back onto the bed and places his knees either side of your head as you instinctively reach out and begin to tug at the band of his boxers. Your hand wraps around his dick instantly, hard and fully erect.

Your movements are slow but with intent as you stare up at him and you're about to put him into your mouth but Charles has other ideas.

"No," he says with intent. "Tonight it's all about you". He shuffles back down the bed and places himself between your legs which are still open for him. He rubs his cock a few times before leaning over to place a wet, passionate kiss on your mouth.

You can taste your juices from before. They taste sweet and Charles is clearly enjoying his lips on yours again as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Missing the feel of him, you join him in rubbing his shaft and continue to stroke him until he's ready.

Once he's ready to be inside of you, he leans back on his heels and rubs his throbbing cock between your folds a few times, causing you both to moan simultaneously.

"Charles, I want you inside of me," it's barely a whisper but you've spent so much of your night thinking about this moment that you can't wait any longer. He doesn't hesitate as he pushes himself inside of you. He lets out a soft moan as he feels you wrap around him.

His first few movements are slow, allowing you both to get used to each other before he starts to build up his pace. The only sounds you can hear is your skin slapping against each other along with your soft whimpers.

That soon changes as Charles' speed and rhythm picks up and he's soon fucking you with some momentum.

"Oh my god, Charles," you've said this so many times tonight but you don't care. Not when he's making you feel like this. He's fucking you harder now as if he's trying to fuck you into the bed. You grab onto any part of him that you can, clawing your nails into his back. You wrap your legs around his waist so he can be closer to you.

He brings you even closer together as he starts to kiss you again. It's sloppy and wet, the complete opposite to the intent of the movements he's making with his hips. You try to maintain the kiss but you're a moaning mess. You haven't been fucked like this in so long and it feels so good, it's almost euphoric.

"Charles, this feels so good," you cry as you hold his face in your hands. "Fuck, [Y/N], you feel so good". He's starting to sound desperate too.

He feels like he's losing his control as he can feel his core tighten with pleasure. He places his hand around your throat and continues to fuck you even harder into the mattress. You really hope his friends are still playing music in the living room as the cry you let out is animalistic.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm so close," you cry and you wrap your legs around him even tighter. Holding onto him for dear life as his rhythm starts to become sloppy, he's getting closer too.

"Ah shit, [Y/N], I'm going to cum any minute".

His hand is still around your throat as he leans down to kiss you again. He wants his mouth on yours as you cum for him. And it only takes another thirty seconds before you're moaning into his mouth and reaching your orgasm.

Charles' moans are becoming louder and more frequent as his movements become even sloppier.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he asks you, panting heavily.

"On my chest".

It only takes him another five thrusts before he's pulling out of you and stroking himself above you. Your hand finds it's way to his cock once more to help him finish and soon his cum is landing on your boobs and chest.

He makes sure he's given you all he has before he collapses onto the bed beside you. You both lay there for a minute or two, trying to catch your breath. Your legs are still trembling slightly and you miss the feeling of him.

It's like he reads your mind as he pulls your body against his. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto his chest so he can place a kiss on your forehead.

"That was nice, huh?" You can't help but giggle at his accent.

"Are you laughing at me?" he cries out and you find yourself laughing even harder. You place your hand on his cheek as you look down at him.

"No, it's your accent. I love it," you tell him. "And that was amazing".

You lean down and place soft kiss on his lips. You lay there for a few minutes just placing soft kisses on each other. It feels romantic and as your lips move so intimately against his, you don't realise how this night will change everything.

[admrlthundrbolt]

Masterlist

Stranger Things

Straight Through The Heart (Eddie Munson x Chubby Reader)

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (Okuyasu x Chubby Reader)

One Way Or Another (Selkie N'Doul x Chubby Reader

Voices In My Head (Secco x Chubby Reader)

How Did You Love (Polnareff x Chubby Reader)

Heal The Pain (Dragon Wamuu x Chubby Reader)

Black Magic Woman (Werewolf Santana x Chubby Reader)

Evil Walks (Poltergeist Esidisi x Chubby Reader)

Just What I Needed (Gorgon Kars x Chubby Reader)

Believer (Gargoyle Risotto x Chubby Reader)

Resident Alien

Warm Heart Pastry (Harry x Chubby Reader)

One-Punch Man

Love is a Battlefield (Garou x Chubby Reader)

Holding Out For A Hero (Mumen Rider x Chubby Reader)

Elevate (King x Chubby Reader)

Bullet Train

Apple Blossom (Lemon x Chubby Reader x Tangerine)

Stayin' Alive (Ladybug x Chubby Reader

Resident Evil

Your Love Could Start a War (Lady Dimitrescu x Cubby Reader)

New Future Weapon (Mutant Wesker x Chubby Reader)

Encanto

Dance Macabre (Bruno x Chubby Reader)

Harley Quinn

Have Faith In Me (Bane x Chubby Reader)

Overwatch

You Dropped A Bomb On Me (Junkrat x Chubby Reader)

The Road to El Dorado

I Put A Spell On You (Tzekel-Kan x Chubby Reader)

Camp Camp

Perfect World (David x Cubby Reader)

Spider-Man

Ashes (Norman Osborn x Chubby Reader)

Emperor's New Clothes (Doc Ock x Chubby Reader)

Firefly

Wait A Minute My Girl (Jayne x Chubby Reader)

Scream

You Spin Me Round (Billy x Chubby Reader x Stu)

Naruto

Sweet Tooth (Iruka x Chubby Reader)

Batman

Leather and Lace (Killer Croc x Chubby Reader)

Friday the 13th

Die To Live (Jason Vorhees x Chubby Reader)

Hunter X Hunter

Do It All The Time (Hisoka x Chubby Reader x Illumi)

Drag Me Down(Minotaur Uvogin x Chubby Reader)

Guardians of the Galaxy

Edge Of Midnight (Nebula x Chubby Reader)

What We Do in the Shadows

Under The Graveyard (Petyr x Chubby Reader)

Alone Together (Nandor the Relentless x Chubby Reader)

Inglorious Bastards

Some Nights (Hugo Stiglitz x Chubby Reader)

Halloween

Popular Monster (Demon Michael Myers x Chubby Reader)

Pokemon

Electric Love (Guzma x Chubby Reader)

Arcane

Reckless Paradise (Silco x Chubby Reader)

Terminator

One Of Those Days (Sarah Conner x Chubby Reader)

Mad Max

Radioactive (Furiosa x Chubby Reader)

Mario Bros

Love From The Other Side (Bowser x Chubby Reader)

Jeepers Creepers

Centuries (Jeepers Creepers x Chubby Reader)

Halloweentown

Tongue Tied (Luke x Chubby Reader)

Venom

Run Run Run (Eddie x Chubby Reader x Venom)

Stardew Valley

Therapy (Harvey x Chubby Reader)

Blue Eye Samurai

Prisoner (Mizu x Chubby Reader)

Red One

Danger To Myself (Krampus x Chubby Easter Bunny Reader)

Black Clover

Somebody Told Me (Magna x Chubby Reader x Luck)

[aroaceswagcompetition]

Poll list part 2

Rouge the Bat(Sonic) vs Raphael Santiago(Shadowhunters)🎉

Death The Kid(Soul Eater) vs Tsubomi Takane(Mob Psycho 100)🎉

Berdly(Deltarune) vs Nausicaa(Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind)🎉

Din Djarin(The Mandalorian) vs Anzu Hoshino(Romantic Killer)🎉

Amethyst(Steven Universe) vs Steven Stone(Pokemon)🎉

Talfryn(The Penumbra Podcast) vs Stanley(The Stanley Parable)🎉

Clay Terran (Ace Attorney) vs Buttercup(The Powerpuff Girls)🎉

Sei Handa(Barakamon) vs Xu Xialing(Shangchi and the legend of the ten rings)🎉

Sunny(Wings of Fire) vs Beta(Horizon Forbidden West)

Dr. Sylvester Ashling(Epithet Erased) vs Marcy Wu(Amphibia)

Perry the Platypus(Phineas and Ferb) vs Lancer(Deltarune)

Serana Volkihar(The Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim) vs Charlie(It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

Zhongli(Genshin Impact) vs Tatsumaki(One Punch Man).

V1(Ultrakill) vs Aziraphale and Crowley(Good Omens)

Shaggy(Scooby Doo) vs Itachi Uchiha (Naruto)

Reigen Arataka(Mob Psycho 100) vs Pyuko(Dannganronpa: Hope’s Chains)

Marie(Splatoon) vs Rose Cookie(Cookie Run Kingdom)

Joan D’arc(History) vs Morgana(Merlin)

Murderbot(The Murderbot Diaries) vs Royce Bracket(Transistor (game))

Ryland Grace(Project Hail Mary) vs Hollyleaf(Warrior Cats)

Wolf(Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts) vs Savathûn(Destiny video game)

Damian Wayne(DC Comics) vs Dr. Miranda Jones (Star Trek The Original Series, season 3 episode 5 Is There In Truth No Beauty?)

Keagan Máistirúin(Na Daoine Maithe (The Good People)) vs Sweetheart(Omori)

Kaitou Joker(Kaitou Joker) vs Piccolo (Dragon Ball)

Roach(Our Flag Means Death) vs Alex Fierro(Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard)

Aradia Megido(Homestuck) vs Hestia(Greek Mythology)

Zane Julien(Ninjago) vs Agatha Wellbelove(Simon Snow series by Rainbow Rowell)

Yelena Belova (Marvel) vs The Bear/Brent/The Pusher/The Fool/Shah Zaman(Ghost Quartet)

The Witch Queen(Old Gods of Appalachia) vs P03(Inscryption)

Lord Havelock Vetinari(Discworld Novels by Terry Pratchett) vs The Knight(Hollow Knight)

Power(Chainsaw Man) vs Jetstorm(Transformers Animated (2007 cartoon))

Athena Cykes(Ace Attorney) vs Grumbot(Hermitcraft)

Yuki Rurikawa(A3!) vs Anonymous/Someone(Our Dreams At Dusk)

James(Pokemon) vs Dipper Pines 1 Mabel Pines1(Gravity Falls)

Charles Emerson Winchester III (M*A*S*H) vs Chaerin Eun(Surviving Romance)

Yamori Kou (Yofukashi no uta) vs Zenyatta(Overwatch)

Mirabel Madrigal (Encanto) vs Entrapta(She-Ra Princess of Power)

Simon Snow(Simon Snow series by Rainbow Rowell) vs Sabo(One Piece)

Silver(Sonic) vs Gin Akutagawa(Bungou Stray Dogs)

Kankri Vantas(Homestuck) vs Madhouse Mike(Cryptid Crush)

Darius(Owl House) vs Jason Todd(DC)

Emerald Trio:Willow, Hunter,Gus (Owl House) vs Artemis(Overly Sarcastic Productions' Miscellaneous Myths)

Jo March (Little Women 2019) vs Daryl Dixon(The Walking Dead)

Bakura Ryou(YuGiOh!) vs Professor Balaam(Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun)

Granny Smith(MLP) vs Cyborg(Teen Titans)

Maki Katsuragi(Hoshiai no Sora) vs Kaladin Stormblessed(The Stormlight Archive)

Jess(Loveless) vs Asui Tsuyu(BNHA)

GIR(Invader Zim) vs Xiao(Genshin Impact)

Alexa(Xenoblade Chronicles X) vs Selah Summers(Selah and the Spades)

Felix Hugo Fradarius(Fire Emblem 3 Houses) vs Sunil Jha(Loveless)

Madeline Hatter (Ever After High) vs Maya Fey(Ace Attorney)

Kim Dokja(Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint) vs Noé Archiviste(Vanitas no Carte)

Eleven(Stranger Things) vs Jinx(Arcane League of Legends)

Fitzroy Maplecourt(The Adventure Zone) vs Pidge(Voltron)

Volo(Pokemon) vs Cole Brookstone(Ninjago)

Traveler(Genshin Impact) vs Madotsuki(Yume Nikki)

[alicechess]

Yandere Jimmy Hall x F!reader

Tw: Violence and kidnapping

It started of by you driving to a hotel with your drunk friends in the back. You guys were planning to go on a vacation, but the plane won't be back until Friday.

Once you arrived at the hotel, it was pouring down with rain. You hated the idea of leaving the car, but you did so anyway. You went to yours friends side and woke them both up, and went into the hotel.

Once you guys walked in you met a man at the front desk. "Ah good evening, how may I help you?"

You greeted him in a tired tone "Sorry, I know it's late. We booked in to stay for a few nights. I'm y/n and these are my friends."

Your friends greeted him, although one of them glared at him.

"It's no problem, uh may I please see your IDs? It's a normal procedure."

You nodded and pulled out your driver's license, and your friends showed their IDs as well.

"Ah, thank you. Here's your keys." He passed the keys to each of you. You thanked him.

"You're welcome, you can just call me Jimmy. Now, will you ladies be interested in our entertainment tonight? I'm doing a comedy show, uh it starts at around midnight. I'll be doing it actually. I do this comedy character called Hugo Punch. He's, sort of uh comedic sociopath. He says things you're not supposed to say and that sort of thing." He said in a cheery tone, he sounded quite passionate about it.

You decided to go to his show, although both your friends declined, you did end up convincing them later on.

"Great! Great, I'll help you carry your luggage." You tried to decline but he insisted.

Once you unpacked all your luggage, you went to your friends rooms and told them the show was about to start.

When you all got there, it was one of the best shows you went too. All three of you were drinking and laughing.

After the show ended, Jimmy stayed back and talked to you all. He was an awkward man, but he was quite friendly and kind.

After a few hours, you went back to your room to rest.

In the morning you woke up to a terrible headache, but you still got out of bed anf done your normal morning routine.

You spent most of your day in your room, reading and doing some of your other hobbies.

Once it hit dinner time you left your room to eat with your friends. Apparently Jimmy was a good cook. You thanked him. All four of you talked about some random stuff.

Most of your days went the same way, occasionally you played some games with your friends or just sat in your room doing your own thing.

Although on Wednesday something changed. Jimmy was acting a bit off. When you went downstairs to check on him, you heard him yelling at someone. You were concerned, so you went to where he was. You knocked on the door "Jimmy? Are you alright?"

After a few seconds he replied "Uh yes, everything's fine! I'm just on a call."

"Oh okay. Sorry for interrupting you." You walked away back to your room, a bit confused. You spent the rest of the day in one of your friends room.

When dinner time came you went back downstairs and talked to Jimmy. You played some card games with him, and he was really good. Every round he won.

You leaned back and groaned, "Come on, you're too good. Tell me your secret."

He laughed, "Ah, it won't be a secret if I tell. Now, one more round?"

You huffed, "Fine. This time I will beat you, that's a promise."

"We'll see."

You didn't win.

You sighed, "One day I will win. Anyway, can I please get a drink?"

He nodded, "Go ahead, I'll stay here."

You got your favourite alcoholic drink and sat down. You both talked about some stuff like what each others childhood was like and what your plans for the future was.

Of course he sugar coated a lot of it, he couldn't make you panic and go running, after all.

Once dinner time came your friends came downstairs. Tonight was a bit more quiet than usual. You didn't think much of it.

You stayed back again and talked, while your friends left again. But one of then sent a glare towards Jimmy before she left the room.

You were confused but let it go. "I'm sorry about that, I don't know what's gotten into her."

This time you discussed each others favourite books and movies, apparently you both had a lot in common.

Honestly, you thought you both became really good friends.

The next day was the same type of thing. You talked to Jimmy and your friends and done some of your hobbies.

But that night was different.

In the middle of the night you heard someone unlocking a door then someone yelling. You groaned, and slowly got out of bed. You went to the door and opened it. You stood out of the room, and peered around the corner.

You saw Jimmy holding a cloth over her face, "That's it, go to sleep."

You panicked, what the fuck just happened?

You ran over to him and pushed him off her. "What the fuck are you doing you prick?!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, ah y/n. You were meant to be asleep. Oh well, that means this can all be done sooner. "

"What do you mean this can be done sooner? Just fucking let her go." You cried out, your heart was racing.

He giggled and dropped her. "She's just having a nice nap, might even turn to one that will last forever." He picked up a bat that layed next to Kiya.

"Don't make this difficult, y/n. Come here."

"What? No! What do you want?." You stepped back, trying to think of what to do next.

"Can't you tell? We were destined to be together, you and I. You're the one I've been waiting for. This is why I can't let you leave."

You were speechless, he looked insane. He walked towards you, but you quickly turned around and sprinted back down the hall into your room.

You ripped it open and slammed it behind you. After a few seconds Jimmy was slamming on the door, telling you to let him in.

"Y/n, I know you're in there. Let me in." He said in a sweet tone.

"Go away! Just let me and my friends go." You begged, tears streaming down your face.

"Ah, I can let them go, but you'll have to stay. How about that, y/n? You and I, together, wouldn't that be nice?"

You were confused, you didn't want to stay. You wanted to go home and go back to your old life. But you couldn't make your friends stay here forever, or even die.

You slid down the door and hugged your knees, and just cried.

"Fine." You muttered out. "I'll stay, but please just let them go."

"Fantastic! Oh this will be brilliant. Now, open the door." He said in a cheery tone.

You slowly stood up, you were shaking like a leaf. You picked up the key and slowly opened the door.

He was standing right there and immediately hugged you. "Oh y/n, I'm so glad you'll be with me, here forever."

You gulped, your face was red and puffy. You just stood there, he then let you go but grabbed your hand. "Now, follow me."

You followed along down the halls, his grip was tight. You were scared, but you didn't think you had a choice but to do what he said.

He pulled you into the elevator and pressed a button, "W-where are you taking me?" You muttered out.

"To my room, you'll be staying with me." He said calmly.

When the elevator opened, he took you to his room. All you wanted to do was run, but you knew better than to fight against him.

Once you were both in there, he told you to sit on the bed. You did as he said, feeling panicked and afraid. You watched as he opened the bed side drawer and pulled out some handcuffs.

"Wait, no. No no no no. Please don't." You quickly stood up and stepped back.

You were about to run out the door but he pulled you back then pushed you onto the bed. He straddled you and held both of your wrists above your head and placed them on you. The cold metal felt like ice against your skin.

He moved off of you, then held you. He brushed a piece of hair out of your face, and said calmly "Now, I won't hurt you unless you try to leave. Unfortunately it will be the only way you'll learn. You'll be staying in here until I can trust you. Maybe over time I'll take those off you and allow you to roam the hotel. After all, I can't risk you escaping."

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 754

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - @eldrichforesthorror (I think)

Year posted - 2021

[nastyatticman]

I’m not sure if anyone else likes Jimmy from At Dead of Night like I do lol but this has been in my drafts for a while, so I wanted to post it...

Jimmy Hall / Hugo Punch x reader, gender neutral reader, BDSM headcanon/Drabble

18+ ONLY

Jimmy would be more vanilla but willing to try some stuff with a partner he trusts. Start small. He’d enjoy being a soft dom, after some reassurance that you want him to do these things with you. He may have some hang ups around it, that his interest in things like domination or rope are just further signs of him being an evil man.

(No, but the whole kidnapping thing might be.)

He’d be awkward at first - stopping and asking a million times if you’re comfortable, if he’s scratched or spanked or pulled your hair too hard. Eventually though he gets a feel for what you like and dislike, and how to please you. He’s a bit of a service top, even as a dominant - sure he gets off on seeing you submit to him, but knowing how much you love being under his control makes him melt inside.

Play sessions with him are sometimes structured, but not always. He’s never 100% serious in the bedroom, it takes the pressure off him. Having a seasoned comedian’s sense of showmanship and timing makes him a good dominant, even if the way he acts on stage is so different than how he coos into your ear about how good you’re being for him.

The domination is often a lead up to the sex - but he’d never turn down the chance to fuck while you’re still restrained, if you did. Otherwise he’s practically worshiping your sore body after a long session.

Hugo Punch / the spirit is a lot more intense. He may play at being 100% dominant but he’s a switch through and through. If he wants to submit, he’ll make you fight with him to “prove” that you deserve to dominate him. And he’ll put up a big fight for it.

Once you manage to get him under you, he’s still fighting you. A brat in need of some taming. He wants so badly for you to grind him under your heel and put him in his place.

He’s been screwing the Hall family for generations, running them into the ground, destroying them and everyone around them... And now a human wants to what, tie him up and spank him for being a naughty little boy? It’s laughable, really, but there’s a sick thrill he gets from surrendering his power to you.

[caramellahoney]

Hi!! Could I request part 2 for your fic Nice Guy??? (Quick and straight to the point jajaja it’s okay if you have nothing in mind for it tho)

“nice” guy pt.2

pairing: camilo madrigal x gn! reader

genre/s: fluff , slight angst?

warning/s: mentions of injuries, fighting, harassment, no proofread

taglist <3:  @xxcrystalxx28 @vermilionrr @kaxiaow

PART 1 HERE

summary: Camilo catches a boy making Y/N very uncomfortable. The boy ends up injuring her and Camilo ends up throwing a punch at him. News that Camilo Madrigal got into a fight quickly spread around the town and Pepa comes to drag her son home.

Felix slowly guided the teen into a standing position, he hooked his arm under their leg and had them hold onto his neck for support as he carried them towards casita. The walk wasn’t too far, both of them arriving at the house quite quickly.

Casita opened the door for both of them, its window panes waving sadly at the injured teen. Y/N chuckled and waved back, wincing when a sharp pain suddenly shot through their ankle. Felix was quick to set the teen down on the couch and prop their injured leg up on a pillow.

“Stay there, ok? I’ll go get Julietta.” Felix smiled and sent them a thumbs up, quickly walking away to head to the kitchen. They watched his retreating form for a few second s before sighing and adjusting their position so they could lay down on the couch. They glared at the ceiling, slightly disappointed that their day was ruined by some dumb injury. They were looking forward to spending time with Camilo today but it seemed that the universe had other plans.

Felix was on his way to the kitchen but slowed down after hearing shouting. Peeking his head through the door, he caught sight of Pepa scolding Camilo while Julietta watched with a perplexed smile. Camilo was guiltily chewing on a piece of bread, nodding every now and then to respond to his mama’s nagging. Pepa waved her hands in the air dramatically and paced back in forth, a dark cloud forming above her head.

“Dolores told me you threw the first punch! Why would yo-”

“He was asking for it! Do you know what he did mami? He-”

“Up-up-up-up! I don’t want to hear it Camilo. No matter what he did it wasn’t right for you to get physical.” Camilo sighed and slunk back on the counter while Pepa just shook her head, muttering something about teenagers.

It wasn’t fair, Camilo had a perfectly good reason to knock Hugo's teeth out. That boy made his amor uncomfortable and worst of all caused their injury. He didn't even have the nerve to apologize and acted like it was their fault.

Camilo's mind blanked for a second, suddenly realizing something very important.

He had just left his injured lover at the market alone.

“Ay-! Soy un maldito idiota.” Camilo pulled on his hair, suddenly aware of the fact that Hugo could still be there with them. He turned to the door, about to run back to the market to get Y/N- when he was suddenly pulled back. Camilo turned his head around, seeing Felix holding the back of his ruana. Camilo started to struggle in his grip and pleaded with his papi to let go.

“Camilo-! Calm down!” Felix tightened his grip around his son but Camilo quickly shapeshifted into a small child, slipping out of Felix’s grip. He smirked smugly and quickly rushed to the door.

“Camilo. If you’re looking for Y/N, they're in the living room. Oh, and Tia Julietta, do you have any more food? They injured themself.” Dolores walked into the kitchen, snickering as Camilo did a 180 and ran straight to the living room. Pepa instantly snapped her head towards her daughter, the cloud above her head suddenly releasing a clap of thunder—nearly hitting Felix.

“They're injured?! Oh dios, let me go have a look.”

—

“Amor!” Y/N twisted their torso around, seeing Camilo and Pepa approaching them. Camilo reached them first, carefully pulling them to his chest and making sure they don’t get any more hurt. He held their hands and quietly asked if they were ok. Before Y/N could respond, he was yanked off of them and engulfed in a hug by Pepa.

“Oh! What happened?!” Pepa pulled back and grasped the teen’s shoulders. Grimacing at the sight of the red swollen ankle.

“Well you see, I was waiting for Camilo at the market when this boy suddenly approached me...” And as they were telling Pepa what happened, Camilo was inspecting their injury. He felt himself relax seeing that wasn’t serious, his tia could easily heal it with their cooking. On cue, Dolores walked into the room holding a plate of empanadas.

“..and then just as we were about to leave- he pulled on my hand and I think I somehow landed the wrong way and this happened. “ They gestured to their foot while Pepa listened carefully, a frustrated expression on her face.

“Then I confronted him about it and he decided to be a puta so I got angry and ended up punching him in the face- here, eat mi amor.” Camilo continued the story, stuffing an empanada into his lover's mouth. Y/N hummed and swallowed the fried pastry, instantaneously feeling the pain in their foot go away.

“I ought to give that boy a piece of my mind!” Pepa muttered angrily, standing up and marching out of the house. Y/N tried to calm the angry woman, insisting that they were ok now, but it was of no use. As she left, Camilo noticed the sky darken as clouds started to form. Smirking, he clasped his hands together and yelled.

“GO GET HIM MAMI!”

[xxladyballadxx]

It’s Okay..

Clive Rosfield x reader

⚠️ WARNING: A BIT BLOODY ⚠️

As Clive told you to go somewhere and hide while he faces the dominant of Titan, Hugo Kupka. The man who tried to steal you away multiple times and you never knew what he wanted you for, Clive was about to figure that out by getting answers from that bastard. He also sent his men with him, he ordered them to chase after you. You tripped over a stone and stood up quickly and continue to run to find a good spot to hide. You found a perfect spot to hide which it was behind a huge big rock. As you hid yourself there, Hugo’s men ran past you and continued to search as they think you were still running away. 

When they were completely gone, you ran back to Clive to only see him still fighting Hugo. You hid yourself once again just so you don’t get spotted being seen, watching Clive and Hugo fighting against each other, landing every blow.

“If you lay your hand on (Y/n), I will fucking kill you!” Clive warned him, clashing his blade towards Hugo. The battle between them was about to get ugly, Hugo transformed himself into Titan and punched down to the ground launching a strong blow to knock Clive off his feet. “Clive!” You accidentally called out his name and gasped, covering your mouth in a panic. Hugo heard loud and clear from where that voice came from, he spotted you and found you where you exactly are...

“Ah, so that’s where you have been hiding.” Hugo marched slowly towards you with a cunning smile plastered on his face. He transformed back to his normal form. You ran as fast as you could but the panic caused you to fall onto the ground, you tried to stand up but was trembling with fear taking over your body. Hugo was quick with pace and grabbed you by the arm rapidly before you could escape. You struggled to escape from his grasp. “NOOO!” You screamed in fear, Clive unleashed the powers of Ifrit and attacked Hugo from behind, you were finally released from Hugo’s grasp. A big wound on Hugo’s back bled heavily, he groaned in pain and dropped to the ground. Clive stabbed him with his blade multiple times in rage, causing a splatter of blood everywhere and some went on your face and your dress. A lot were on Clive. You had to watch in horror with your own eyes and it wasn’t the first time you’ve seen Clive like this before, you’ve experienced this a lot of times and let’s just say you’ve seen worse...

It was over, Clive stopped himself and dropped his sword, taking a breather. He looked at you and noticed you were shaking, you looked at him back. Still trembling from what just happened. Clive walked over Hugo’s dead body to get to you, you got off the ground quickly and he held you in a tight embrace. You wrapped your arms around him and placed your head onto his bloodied chest. “I thought I lost you..” Clive was so afraid that he wouldn’t be able to save you at the right timing but he did. “I’m still here, Clive. It’s okay..” You spoke to him in a unshaken voice, a feeling of fear vanished. 

“If any men like Hugo tries to take you from me, they’re a dead man...”

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(A/N) - I’m just surprised how short I wrote this 😯 I hope you all like it though^^

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Boys

chapter one - Beach or nah?

chapter two - “I know you didn’t hire a fucking escort.”

chapter three - Matt’s first kiss.

chapter four - Who the fuck is this guy?

chapter five - “I get freaky.”

chapter six - “Well I’ll be damned, what an unusual hobby.”

chapter seven - ‘Tripod’.

pairing : Tim Klitz x Fem!Reader

word count : 701

warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of robbery, drug use

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One thing you weren't expecting that morning was for Matt to show up to school in Danielle's car, oh, and that Kelly also basically bust into the classroom unannounced.

It all started out with Matt reading over his speech whilst the teacher explained some shit no one was actually listening to. Eli had asked him if he was ready for tonight, it was his big scholarship meeting or whatever he said it was. Klitz tried to reassure him too. "Hey, don't worry man. You're gonna be great." Matt looked over at the other kid that was going to be making a speech, after all, the scholar ship could only go to one of them. "I have to be."

You noticed him look at the clock then through the thin window on the door. "Shit-"

All of a sudden, Kelly burst through the door, wagging his finger at Matt and shouting. "That bitch can't just run away just because she don't wanna fuck on film anymore!"

Everyone paused what they were doing and gawked at him.

"May I help you?" The teacher asked in a raised voice. Only getting shushed in response.

"Get up." He demanded.

"Okay, okay."

Kelly turned to Klitz and glared at him, making him avert his gaze as his head hung low.

He dragged Matt out of the classroom before turning around and telling everyone to stay in school.

"What the fuck just happened." You exclaimed, not caring of getting a scolding from the teacher.

-🦋-

Matt had called you about an hour after he was dragged out of class by Kelly, a pretty good time to be honest, as you all just finished the school day.

On the call, he sounded like he was in a hurry and asking you guys to fetch him. He explained everything briefly. Kelly had taken him on a drive, took him to Hugo's (another director) house and made him steal a dick trophy that was apparently supposed to be his.

"Okay, so what time does the dinner start?" Klitz asked in a hurry, whilst also trying not to go over the speeding limit. Yes, Klitz was driving. You thought it was pretty hot, and you couldn't stop looking at his hands. God, they were so big...I wonder what they would look like wrapped around- No! That is not what you should be focusing on right now, Matt's situation is more important.

"Six o'clock." Matt said worry, rubbing at his temples. His nose was bleeding from being punched in the face. "Why? What time is it now?"

"Six thirty." Eli answered from the passenger seat, you had to be squished in the corner behind the driver's seat.

"Oh my god."

"Dude, don't worry alright? We'll get there." Klitz tried to reassure him, it may have worked. "You know what? Try and-" He was cut of when Matt reached over and started to stroke his face. "Dude, what are you doing?"

"I don't know, I just-I feel so good." He leant back.

"Is this some goofy ah type shit or are you just high?" You asked, generally concerned.

Klitz quickly stopped in front of Danielle's house. You all watched as she ran down the front yard holding bags of clothes. Probably the outfits they were supposed to wear for the dinner.

She watched Matt hang out of the window with a bloody nose and disheveled hair, waving at her.

"Oh my god."

-🦋-

"I just feel so weird."

Matt was now dressed in his brown suit and Danielle was in her outfit.

"Don't worry, ecstasy is not that bad."

"What?" Both Eli and Klitz turned around in shock. You had to remind Klitz to look back at the road.

"Kelly likes dosing people with E." She informed you all.

You couldn't help yourself from making a remark. "Well I'll be damned, what an unusual hobby."

"Oh my god, am I gonna die?"

"No, no, no, it's okay Matt. You're gonna be fine, I promise."

Matt reached his hand out again to grasp onto Klitz's shoulder. "You're such a good friend Klitzy, I love you. I love you so much."

Your eyes widened and you slapped his hand away. "Stop trying to steal my man!" You had meant it as a joke, but it seemed like everyone else thought you were being serious, except from Matt of course, he was concentrating on the 'pain' in his hand.

[daniels-under-your-bed]

Would any of you readers want a Jimmy Hall x Hugo Punch? For them to be different: Jimmy would have a different hair style haha or younger version of him. (20's version of him)

I was thinking maybe replacing Maya's place with Jimmy and maybe instead of murdering we get something more fun? ;) Let me know! (Or not, I'm writing it anyways)

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

EZEKIEL ‘EZ’ REYES W/ DAUGHTER ⨟ HEADCANON

@wrcn9fvlcver asked: Hello hello! First of all i loveeee your writing and i was wondering if u would be up for some daddy ez I absolutely love the idea of ez with a little girl and maybe some tio angel action?

Word Count: 1.1k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @starrynite7114 💖

Author comments: Sorry it took me soooo long ✨ I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Ez loves to spend the whole day with your daughter. He loves Lola more than anything in this world.

Every time you tell him that he has to pick her up from school, he falls into the ‘sweetest daddy mood’. He wears one of Lola's favorites shirt of the collection he has. He also sprays some of that Hugo Boss cologne you bought for him, that EZ uses only in special occasions.

He usually rides to school ten minutes before her classes are done, enough time to buy her some flowers. He's a charming prince.

“God, your dad is fucking hot”.

Sometimes you can't understand how a thirteen year old girl can talk like that. Your daughter raised an eyebrow somewhat confused, looking at her friends because of the comment. You never warn Lola when EZ is going to pick her up, because your husband loves to surprise your little girl. The youngest Reyes is sitting sideways on his black Harley, cross-armed, holding the half-dozen of white roses and that smile that can burn down the world just in a second because of the over cuteness.

“Gid, yir did is fickin' hit”. She replies somewhat upset with a singing voice, rolling her eyes.

Grabbing her bag with a hand in the handle, she runs fast to her dad who is already walking towards her when their eyes finally meet again. EZ hugs her tightly with an arm, leaving some kisses on her cheek, before taking the bag to give her daughter the roses.

“Did you have a good day, pequeña?”

“Sí, papá. Solo… un poco largo”. (Yes, dad, just a little bit long). She says shrugging her shoulders, holding his free hand with her own to reach the motorbike.

“Ok, we're going to the clubhouse. Chucky is cooking quesadillas for you”. EZ helps her to put on the helmet, before keeping the bag in one of the leather's one at a side of the bike. “The crew is already waiting”.

“Leti is there too? I wanna show her something”. Lola asks sitting by his father back, holding somewhat better her flowers. She's a good rider, it's in her veins, and she doesn't need to wrap EZ's waist when he turns the motorcycle on.

Coco and Angel usually fight on who gets to hug her first. Both are her tíos. Lola spend a lot of time at Coco's house, because Leti usually helps her with homework. But Angel is her original tío. He understands that his brother is her father, he respect that. But he is extremely jealous with other guys. Even with women. Vicki can't hug her, because Angel is already doing it. Lola is his most precious thing in world. He took care of her since she was born, turning himself into a fucking mix of pitbull, doberman and rottweiler whenever EZ or you aren't close. His niece is a baby he must protect at all fucking cost. No matter if she was fifty years old. A. Baby. He. Must. Protect. At. All. Fucking. Cost. You understand it?

“DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER, MAN”.

Angel is holding your daughter between his strong arms, while she's laughing so hard she almost drowns herself with her own saliva, turning over his feet to avoid everybody presence close of them. Creeper and Gilly are trying to play with her, but your brother-in-law is needy of showing Lola how precious she is. Like a fucking diamond surrounded by trash.

“IT'S MY FUCKING TURN.”

“C'MON! YOU'RE HOGGING HER, BROTHER!” Coco complains too, so furious he wants to punch Angel's face.

“WELL, SHE'S LOLA REYES. NOT LOLA CRUZ. NOT LOLA VARGAS. NOT LOLA LOPEZ. REYES. YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME? LOLA FUCKIN' REYES. GO FIND YOUR FUCKIN' OWN NIECE”.

“Tío Angel!”

“'Amma fuckin' wrong, beautiful and precious baby, love of my life, my one and only, my princess, luz de mi vida?”

“EH, SHE'S MY DAUGHTER. BLOW ME, BITCH!”

EZ comes from nowhere, taking his daughter as if she actually is a baby. For god's sake. But she's having a lot of fun seeing how her father always wins every single battle.

Bishop only ask your husband for help when Lola is doing something with the guys, so he can be with his daughter all the time possible.

Everybody is totally in love with her. But what EZ feels for her escapes the limits of understanding. His daughter. His family. A piece of himself and a piece of the love of his life, all in one. You've been together for almost fourteen years, and she wasn't something planned: but the best gift you two could ever have.

His favorite thing to do together is lie down on the sofa, after having some delicious homemade dinner, to read her Federico Garcia Lorca's poetry. EZ has been doing it since the first time she slept at home, so small, so cute, so tiny. He has never read her fairy tales, but spanish poems. As Felipe does when they're together.

“... Se dejó el balcón abierto, y el alba por el balcón desembocó todo el cielo. ¡Ay, que vestida con mantos negros”.

EZ has a hand caressing her back, with the small book raised on air in the other one, reciting each poem with passion.

“Dad.”

“Ah?”

“When I leave to the university, I'll call you every night so you can read me another poem.”

“Ok, mi amor, I promise.” He replies kissing her head before continuing.

Your husband also taught her spanish as soon as she started to talk, and you couldn't feel more proud of his daddy skills since ever, as if he had a lot of children before Lola.

He wants his little girl to run the world.

Lola knows how to fight and defend herself. She speaks english, spanish, apache (because Taza said it would be amazing) and italian. She's the smartest girl you ever knew. She's polite, gentle, loving, responsible… And you know why? Because of your husband. Yeah, you do your ‘mom work’ pretty well. But, let's be sincere, every time you see EZ being the best dad ever, you fall more for him.

EZ cries when he listens your daughter telling you how much she loves him, or asking you once and again how you two met, or comparing her dad with their friends', without knowing he's hearing her. And he also does it when you reply how much you love him, how lucky you're for finding him in life, and how much you get melted every time you find them sleeping together in the sofa after a long day waiting for you to come from the hospital.

[itseivwhore]

|Arno Dorian x Reader|

As soon as I opened Tumblr today,and as soon as I started to scroll down on my dashboard,the amount of Arno's gifs was infinite:literally infinite (not that I mind,of course,I like Arno and Unity a lot). And seeing all these pics,gifs,fanart about him actually made me want to contribute in adding something more about him in the dashboard,muahahaha. Who wouldn't like after all?

I wrote this One-Shot back in December for the birthday of a carissima friend of mine (you know who you are).

So that's all,enjoy that qUiTe A LoT sAd imagine about the soft baguette man.I mean,it wouldn't be THAT sad:it will be full of philosophical and deep speeches,but it will become so emotional and romantic thanks for Arno,near the end.

•Arno Dorian•|Raison d'être|

Beware:Arno being angry and speaking in French ahead ;)

~~~~~

Noises of fast and velvety steps suddenly resonated on the uncertain wooden planks of a shabby bridge,dispersing in the icy atmosphere of that late evening at the end of December.Light and white snowflakes began to descend from a sky full of gray clouds,and then fall and settle on the cold and wet stone of the streets,remaining intact for a few seconds and then melt,joining and thus mixing with some puddles;the same delicate snow that gradually,more and more frequently was slowly,and almost lazily,leaning on the robes of him,thus creating a pleasant contrast:the candid and bright white of the snow against the dark blue of his coat.

The dark roads that he was traveling and crossing with such speed and anxiety,were now desolate,not a living soul could be found outside in that late hour,where the only people he could meet were the poor and the sick who,not having their own home to live in,found refuge in the most secluded,as well as coldest and most degraded alleyways of the city.

Condensed air came out of his mouth,thus forming a thin mist that for brief moments obscured his sight;the muscles of his legs begging for mercy for the too much effort they were suffering,the lungs burning ardently inside his chest,eyes barred that snapped from one side to the other,easily climbing over obstacles as he turned and crept into the darkest shortcuts and the most unknown ways.

But the Assassin was not disturbed by anyone,by anything,all around him did not matter anything,except running.The heart that palpitated quickly into his chest,as if at any moment had suddenly burst,was nothing but an hourglass,which grains of sand quickly marked the passage of time.

Time.There was no time.He had to hurry.He had to find her.

Every step and every street he took,brought him closer and closer to the Café Théâtre,the place where he was heading,praying and hoping with all his heart and soul that she would be there:he prayed,murmured,desperately and anxiously imploring a non-existent God,hoping to find the young woman sitting on the chair by the fireplace,with a book in her lap.That she was reading,or simply in the company of the other Assassins of the confraternity,he hoped only that she was well and safe.

It was for her that Arno was running so fast,not stopping even for a moment:it was for Y/n.Not long after the late afternoon,a shady and malandrine Assassin,whom the young Dorian had met many times over the years,gave a message from the young woman for him,telling him that the female Assassin would meet him in her house,not far from the cathedral of Notre-Dame to tell him about a very important fact.The Assassin who informed him of this message seemed more than serious and self-confident:but something in his dark and deep eyes suggested something else to Arno,giving rise in him to a strange and mitigating feeling of insecurity and distrust.

Nevertheless,he followed the instructions of the mysterious Assassin given to him,and thus set out in the direction of the house of Y/n.But when Arno arrived at his destination,when he noticed that the windows of her house,usually open,were closed,when he did not find his friend there,he immediately understood everything,and he ran like never before in his entire young life.

He ran for a time that seemed eternally infinite to him,continuing to pray and hope that she would be there.And his soul was lightened a little,his heart filled with new hope when he saw the Cafè Théâtre in front of him,a few meters away.Encouraging himself not to give up at that moment,he ran for one last time to his residence.Resting both hands on the knobs of the two large wooden doors,Arno suddenly and stormyly broke into the main hall.

The soft and calm voices that filled the walls of the building ceased,many heads turned in his direction,curious and even to say the least frightened by the man with the hood still lowered over his head that partially darkened his face,stood in front of the entrance doors of the Cafè,wheezing heavily.But all those strange eyes and those discreet murmurs subsided with the same speed with which they began:the ladies returned to talk and giggle among themselves,while the men returned to smoke and play cards.

With his chest rising and lowering frantically,with the accelerated beating of his heart,Arno did not move and,remaining still and motionless on the threshold of the door,began to pass his quick and attentive eyes everywhere in the main room:among the tables arranged throughout the large room,on the wooden stage,among people,desperately sought the reason for his anxiety and concern.But she was not there.

And while he was intent on listening carefully to all the sounds and noises around him,in the anguished hope of being able to hear her candic and melodic voice that he loved so much,while he was politely pushing the people who were hindering him on the way in such a way as to be able to distinguish her only figure,he suddenly heard a strong and powerful voice coming from behind him.

"Bonsoir à toi,Arno!" when Arno turned in the direction of that familiar,deep voice,he saw his friend,as well as Assassin,Hugo who,with a mocking and happy smile on his chapped lips,was walking with big strikes in his direction.Once he got close to the young Dorian,the Assassin leaned his hand heavily over his shoulder,starting to give him some loud pats,as usual,asking him in a jovial tone if he would join him in drinking or eating something.

But even though he was trying with all his might not to reveal what he was really feeling at that moment,Arno was not able to hide and conceal his feelings.His eyes were not able to lie:with a deep look more than a thousand abysses,it was suddenly obscured by a thin veil of concern that gave to it a strange opacity.

Hugo frowned his eyebrows in a confused expression,noticing the strange appearance and behavior of his brother and,just as he was about to ask him if anything bad had happened,Arno pushed him a little aside with one hand,starting to walk in the hall again.

Ignoring the furious calls and shouts of his friend,he continued to inspect the entire Café Thèâtre:running through the long corridors,sharp steps quickly trampled on the marble floor,resounding in a thousand echoes in the silent building,spying and peeking in all the rooms,while a boulder that appeared on his heart only grew,weighing it down more and more.

A strange sensation held his stomach in a strong grip,and the same burden that he had on his chest weighed heavily and dangerously on his heart,suddenly taking possession of the hard-fought and tormented spirit of Arno when,once he had inspected all the Cafe Théâtre and all its rooms,including the kitchen,offices,tunnels and underground,he found her nowhere.

Not wanting to give up,despite his eyes showed the tiredness of the now vain search and the bitter disappointment for the lack of hope and desire to find Y/n, Arno decided to inspect the upper floors of the building.

Climbing the stairs,once arrived at the ramp,he began to look around frenetically.His tired eyes immediately leaned on the figure of an Assassin who,with his arms crossed to the chest and his back resting on the frame of the door of the training room,smiled slightly between himself while murmuring something incomprehensible under his breath.Arno immediately recognized that face,he immediately and almost instinctively recognized those smart and mischievous eyes.Anger began to grow within him,his hands closed in two fists,clenching them so much that the knuckles became white for the strength that he was oppressing.

He began to walk with great strikes towards the novice who,hearing the familiar sound of steps approaching as closer and closer,he looked up and,when he saw Arno moving quickly towards him,he widened and opened his arms,welcoming him in a strange and falsely courteous way.Smiling brazenly,he spoke out loud:

"Monsieur Dorian!What an honor!What does bring yo..." but his mocking voice and impertinent grin was suddenly transformed into an exclamation of amazement when Arno,grabbing him all of a sudden by the collar of his robes,dragged him away from the threshold of the door.

Entering the training room,Arno slammed the Assassin strongly against the wall,pressing his head against it while the young man tried in vain to throw a few punches and kicks that Arno quickly scans.So,throwing a punch in his stomach and while the young boy bent in two,groaning from the pain,Arno took the opportunity to turn him around and,taking his right arm,he tightened it behind his back,slamming him back to the wall,crushing his face with one hand.

"Dis moi où elle est" Dorian asked with a loud and authoritative voice,the wrath and the grim fury clearly distinguishable in his tone while he leaned over his prey.

"What the hell are you doing!?Leave me!" the Assassin cried out in a frightened plea,not giving up and continuing to try to escape the iron grip of the Master Assassin.Not getting an answer to his question,Arno twisted his arm even more,and from his mouth came a heartbreaking scream of pain.

"Where is her?" the older Assassin insisted,slowly spelling out word by word the question,his voice was serious,high and sharp more than a thousand blades.Flexing his wrist nimbly,he mmediately brought out the hidden blade,which he pressed against the neck of the boy,feeling pleasure in hearing his body tremble under his touch.

"I don't really know what are you talking about!" the novice blasted with a trembling and weak voice,his eyes reflecting and revealing the horror and endless fear when he saw his weapon being pointed at him.

Realizing that using strong manners would not help him and gave an answer to his question,Arno was forced to threaten him even more.

So,not letting go of his iron grip on his arm behind his back,Arno pulled him away from the wall and,pushing him abruptly,made him walk towards the burning fireplace of the training room.They stopped in front of the burning fire,his cold and sharp blade still was pressing on his skin,threatening him in a silent but effective way.

"Speak the truth" Arno ordered in a low and deep voice,yet cold and decisive near the ear of the young Assassin,but he received nothing more than a grave silence on his side.

Tired,nervous and impatient,Arno kicked the knees pits of the young Assassin,who fell to the ground,kneeling in front of the fireplace.Taking him by the hood of his robes,and putting one foot on his back,Dorian began to push him slowly towards the flames of fire and,ignoring his cries,totally ignoring his desperate pleas,asking cowardly mercy and pity,he leaned the young man more towards the flames.

"Dis moi où elle est,fils de pute!" bellowed Arno with a raucous tone,his voice like a powerful thunder that resounded in some echoes between the walls of the room,his eyes burning intensely in the warm light of fire.

"Let me go!" the novice prayed him with anguished voice,trying to get away from the hot and burning flames of the fireplace,while Arno did nothing but push him even further towards them,intimidating him.

A sharp and painful cry left his lips when the fire touched and began to burn the skin of his face:stench of burnt flesh spread throughout the room,screams of a heartbreaking and unbearable discouragement roughly torn the calm and serene atmosphere of the building;he did not care if all the people who were in the main room would hear them:he wanted,had to get at all costs an answer,even if that would have mean to kill one of his 'brother'.

"Not until you'll tell me where you sent her" Arno proclaimed in authoritative tone,pulling his head away from the fireplace,examining it carefully:the left side of his face was now completely ruined drastically,burned,flayed,some tears came down from his right eye as he was panting and groaning heavily.And desire to find Y/n,meanwhile,became stronger,more alive,and more persistent within his soul.And once again,the boy said nothing and,turning his head weakly and slowly,looked at the Master Assassin with a look that,if it had the power to kill,he would be lying on the ground,dead.

But Arno was not intimidated:his look sharper than his,darker,stronger,unscratchable as the most resistant of the armor.

"Notre Dame!NOTRE DAME!" the novice finally screamed,with a surrendering voice,almost forced while his face was being pushed back into the flames.Leaving his forceful grip on his arm and removing his head from the inside of the fireplace,Arno threw him away strongly and angrily,making him slip on the floor,where he remained,curled up on himself while covering his disfigured face with his hands.

Walking quickly in his direction,he stopped a few meters away from his tormented body,looking at him from above,towering over him.And,giving one last,long,hateful look full of anger to the novice who was trying to crawl away,despite the weakness,Arno quickly disappeared away.

And once again,he ran.

~~~

He found her there,next to the cathedral,surrounded by bodies of dead guards,puddles of blood that surrounded them,in the dark:sitting on the snowy ground,tired back resting against the cold and wet wall,shaking hands that held firmly to herself her sword,which sharp and glittering blade was dirty with blood and mud,eyes barred,gaze fixed to observe nothing.Motionless,silent,scrutinizing and looking at something non-existent,purplish lips trembled,repeatedly whispering something imperceptible.

The Assassin was standing in front of her,his brown eyes reflecting the frail,weak and defenseless figure of the woman sitting on the floor.His heart lost its beats,stopped breathing and he stood there,watching the mess around him for moments that seemed endless:for the first time in his life,he did not know what to do,what to say and especially how to act on all that.The young man's head was in a total turmoil because of many disorderly thoughts that clouded his mind and,for the first time in many years,he felt fear.

"I...I-I killed them...I killed them" the young woman stammered,starting to tremble even more,suddenly raising her shaky and faint voice,thus capturing his attention.

"Y/n" Arno quietly murmured,her name left his lips in an anguished,yet relieved tone, as he walked towards the female Assassin.

Approaching her slowly and kneeling at her side,he gently placed his hand on her shoulder,fearing to hurt her even in the slightest and simplest gesture.Stretching his arm,he placed a few strands of h/c hair that had fallen in front of her eyes,and then put his gloved hsnd on her cheek,his thumb that caressed her smooth skin with a feather touch like,slightly cleaning her face from a few drops of blood that dirtied iy.

"I killed...killed them!" she repeated with a loud voice,shocked and upset,starting to look incredulous the dead bodies lying on their back on the ground a few meters away from her and,throwing far away in a disgusted way the sword that was in her hands,she crashed quickly backwards,finding nothing but the cold stone of the wall.

The male Assassin got closer to her,and for the umpteenth time his heart stopped beating when she,turning around,leaned her melancholy and to say the least traumatized look on thr confused and worried one of him:hrr shiny and e/c eyes were soaked with sadness,and that usual light,which he loved so much to observe when she was happy,no longer shone,leaving room for a heavy veil that covered the view,annealing it,making appear her beautiful eyes dark,making it look like...empty,to say the least.

Copious tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes,slowly,almost lazily,rifling her cheeks.And she burst to tears,all while still maintaining the intense eye contact with Arno:her anguished,sad look that,desperately asking for help dig deep into the serious, worried,tired and sad of him.

And while he was intent on caressing her,as in the vain reason to remove the sadness imprinted in her face,he tried to raise a corner of his mouth in a light and almost invisible smile,trying and trying with all his heart to smile,wanting to make her understand that everything would be fine,and that him,now at that time,was there with her;wanting to make her feel protected,wanting to comfort her in every way he could.But despite all his efforts,he did not succeed in his intent,failing miserably:how could he even think of smiling at a time like that?How could he smile if she was crying so loudly?Simply,he could not.And his heart and soul cried too painfully in seeing Y/n suffer in a such brutal way.

And so,stretching both of his arms out,he wrapped them around her waist,pulling Y/n closer and closer to him,her shaky,cold and trembling form againts his muscular and warm one,her high sobs that were attenuated and muffled by his clothes.Her face was hidden in his chest,his chin resting on her head,gloved hands that caressed her hair,clutching hee to himself,almost wanting to melt with her,wanting to be able to make disappear all her fears,all her sadness,even if he had to sacrifice himself.

And he would have done it,without a doubt,without thinking twice,he would have sacrificed himself for her at any cost,no matter what and who.Y/n meant a lot to Arno,and he could not bear the idea that the beloved woman felt pain,or sadness.

Leaning over her ear,he left a chaste and single kiss on her cold cheek,his bearded face lightly scratching over her soft and smooth skin.

"Breathe,everything will be fine" his low,deep and soothing voice was just a barely audible whisper on that cold late winter evening,in that isolated,dark alley,while the snowflakes began to fall more and more numerous.

The imposing,old cathedral that overlooked and towered over the two Assassins like an imaginary giant,was watching and scrutinizing them silently,somewhat protecting them,making them invisible and secluded from the rest of the world,so that they could heal their open wounds,restore what caused pain and comfort each other's melancholy.

~~~

The only sound that was audible in his room,in that religious silence,was the slight crackling of the wood that,in the fireplace,began to burn.Kneeling in front of the fire,Arno lean into it and blew on the hot coals a few times to attract it,thus creating more fire.Once he was sure of the stability of the embers,he rose up again,cleaning his hands with a cloth that he found leaning against a chair next to the fire place.He was enchanted a few seconds to stare intensely at the tongues of the fire,which gradually embraced and burned the pieces of wood:its warm light gave a wonderful sparkle to the brown eyes of the Assassin,no longer covered with preccoupation and fear.

Suddenly a strong gust of cold wind,coming from the open doors that overlooked the balcony,reached him,making him shiver.So,walking silently to the balcony,he closed the two doors to lock,so as to prevent the strong wind to open them again.Remaining motionless in front of the glass doors,Arno began to make his gaze wander outside his room:a thick layer of snow covered the balustrade of the stone balcony,as well as covered all the roads,roofs of houses and all the buildings around him.

The whole Paris,at that moment,was as if it had been embraced by a cold,heavy white cloak,thus giving the city an elegant and pleasant appearance.The young Dorian could perceive an inhuman calm and a strange serenity in the peaceful atmosphere of that winter night.It was as if time stopped all of a sudden,excluding the snowflakes that,still,came down copious and slow from a dark sky.

Those snowflakes were as numerous as his thoughts which,almost endlessly,circulated in his mind,blurring it confusingly.Turning slowly,he wandered his tired gaze towards his bed: Y/n was lying on it,deeply sleeping under the warm blankets,appearing undisturbed by everything.From his lips came a long sigh:even though she was there with him at that moment,healthy and safe,Arno could not appease the feeling of worry and fear that were still present inside him;even though he had managed to find her,even though nothing had happened to her,even though everything had gone well,just as he had promised her,he could not become calm.

Even if he put all his heart into it,he could not stop the bad thoughts that clouded his mind and reason:what would have happened if he had found her dead?What would have happened if she had not been so quick?She would have died just as Èlise died before his eyes?He would have been left alone again?He would have lost,once again,a person dear to him?

Even though none of this happened,even though those thoughts were only exaggerations and worries,fears that his conscience created,he failed miserably.The experiences,those real nightmares that he had lived through not so long before,had improved him,but had also made him paranoid,anxious...fearful.He had to calm down,and he had absolutely no need to think about surreal,yet possible,tragedies.Yet...

Walking with slow and plush steps towards her,once he got close to the bed,he sat on the mattress at her side.He began to scrutinize her:her h/c hair was lightly scattered on the pillow on which her head rested;her face,which he himself had taken an interest in cleaning from the blood and dirt,appeared serene and quiet while she was asleep;her cheeks had regained their usual redness,her rosy lips were no longer purplish.She seemed almost as if she was...calm,as if nothing had happened.

Unlike Arno,who had conrastantial feelings and emotions within him:if on one hand he was relieved,soothed and happy,on the other hand he was still damned worried,afraid and anxious.He was struggling,he was torn.

Silently stretching his arm,the young Assassin placed his hand on her cheek,beginning to caress her gently,fearing to wake her up,scrutinized and observed her intensely,remembering how much she meant to him,thinking and being eternally grateful for how she changed his life,improving him,making him a better man,with new ideals,with different and changed ideas:eternally grateful that she was still there with him.If something bad,horrible had happened to her while he was not there to defend her and protect her,he would never have forgiven him.But at the same time...Y/n was there,before him,alive.

And all those negative emotions that weighed on his heart like a heavy boulder,disappeared altogether when,slowly opening her eyes,their gazes found themselves and chained one to the other.The Assassin waited,the heart that quickly palpitated as he saw again her e/c eyes shining with a weak light,loving and adoring the feeling of sinking and letting go of her intense gaze.

The corners of her mouth slowly rose into a ghost of a smile,when she recognized his familiar face.

"Arno" she whispered faintly,her low and melodic voice seemed like a medicine for the young Assassin.Keeping his hand on hee cheek, ontinuing to caress her even more,he got closer to her.

"Oui.I'm here" Arno replied with an equally low and quiet voice,returning her slight smile,eager to make her feel his presence.

Rising from the mattress,he quickly went to get a jug of fresh water that poured into a glass,which later gave the young woman.Once she drank the water,a religious silence fell between them,which was only interrupted by the crackling of the fire that still burned the pieces of wood and the stormy wind that blew through the small gaps between the doors.

"Thank you,Arno" she said in a high and gentle tone,infinite and boundless gratitude that made her eyes shine dimly,taking his big,warm hands and closing them around her small ones.But Y/n,from all of a sudden,stopped smiling,slightly frowning in a confused expression and just as worried.Arno understood that,once again on that interminable day,his eyes had betrayed him:perhaps he could deceive all the other people,but if he believed that he could mask his true emotions to the woman he loved and knew so well,he was just a fool and a deluded man.

Looking at her one last time in those two e/c orbs that he loved so much,but at the same time were full of confusion,he sighed heavily and then turned his gaze to the fireplace,in front of them.So,he felt the need to clarify everything that happened,feeling the need to explain himself.Arno knew very well that with his lover he could be himself,he knew very well that he could show her his true emotions,without fear and without having the feeling of appearing weak in her eyes.

"It was all planned,a novice this morning come to me and told me that we should have meet near your house,but when I arrived,you were not there.I ran here,trying to find you,but I didn't,and I understood everything" he begun with a low voice,his gaze fixed on the high tongues of fire that danced gently and slowly on the burning embers.Memories of a few hours earlier came back to mind, apturing him again in sadness and concern.

"He diverted me away,I had to be more perceptive, attentive" the Assassin finished explaining in a frantic voice,the evident and immense sense of guilt that hovered in his tone,making a small and almost invisible grimace with his mouth.

A religious silence suddenly fell between them,embracing them and surrounding them entirely,if it had not been for the continuous crackling of the burning wood and the strong wind blowing in that eternal,cold winter night.

"The Council will kick me out and take away my title of Assassin" the young woman noted,whispering in a coldly conscious tone that caused the tormented heart of the male Assassin to lose a beat.No.That would not have happened.It would never have happened.

"Why do you think that?" Arno asked in an alarmed tone,frowning,turning from all of a sudden on her side when he heard her say those words.Why ask a question, hen,if you already knew the answer?He did not need to hear or see what he already knew perfectly,but that question left his mouth almost instinctively.

"How can I pretend to be accepted,how can I pretend to be an Assassin if I can't kill a Templar?" she replied again,asking this more of herself than to him,settling more comfortably on the bed as she slightly lifted herself up,leaning her back againts the headboard,her voice was full of yearning awareness,and her shiny e/c eyes became watery from the tears that began to form.

And it was precisely for this reason that Arno ran so much that evening,it was for this reason that he unleashed his grievous and irascible wrath on the Assassin;it was for this reason that when he arrived near the cathedral of Notre Dame,he found her in a state of shock.It was precisely for that reason,it was because she could not kill that she looked at those guards that she had killed in a stunned and disgusted way.It was not that the young woman could not kill Templars,or simple guards who walked the streets of Paris:she could not kill any living soul,whether it would be a Templar or a simple thief.

Although she was very skillful,despite being gifted in all the techniques that Arno himself had taught her,she was not able,there was was not in her spirituality,there was was not in her nature to kill another person,even if it was an enemy.

Many times the Council had warned the young Dorian about this,about Y/n;many times they had asked him to improve her,and to make disappear in her what they stupidly called 'insecurity' and 'hesitation'.She was even often laughed at and judged by the other Assassins for this...which is also why that clever and mischievous novice had breaded all that.

"And the more time passes bye,the closer I am to think that I have failed all my purposes,all my goals.Before the brotherhood I had nothing,no one.Now,I have failed" Y/N continued,capturing Arno's silence as a tacit listening,keeping hee tone of voice low,melancholy and tiredness taking shape on her beautiful and pale face.

"If I have no purpose here in the brotherhood,how can I have another purpose outside of all this eternal war,Arno?" the young woman concluded, raising her tired gaze and chaining,uniting her own with that thoughtful one of him,who was scrutinizing her carefully and intensely:sadness,pain,didn't suit on her.He did not want the surrender he perceived in her voice,eyes and expression to take possession of her pure heart and gentle soul.

He would have done anything not to make her feel the same sadness and sense of uselessness that he had experienced,and felt,in previous years.So,moving and sitting more comfortably on the mattress,he came closer to her,so as to capture her attention.

"You have a purpose.Keeping me alive" Arno murmuring softly,speaking with his heart in his hand,and stretching one arm in her direction,he gently took her chin between two fingers and lifted her face until their two looks met for the umpteenth time.aand he would never get tired of observing how those two precious e/c stones could shine intensely with their own light,and he would also nevee get tired of sinking into their immense depths.

Y/n,however,appeared to be nothing short of astonished at his words:words she knew very well,she could perceive that they were truthfull,she was perfectly aware of Arno's past and all his old life,and countless times she heard the young Assassin thank her for all she had done for him.

"And I don't care if you can't kill,I don't care if you're an Assassin or not.Don't ever say and never think again that you failed,because that's not true," Dorian continued,rising his voice,a silent plea clearly audible in the last sentence he said;his thumb gently tracing her face,gestures and caresses made with a touch that could be compared to that of a feather,treating her as if she were a porcelain doll about to break.

"Me,like you,had nothing and no one,and all the people I cared about were taken away from me,but then I met you.You improved me,you helped to shape the man I am today" Arno said with a strong,glad and also proud tone,warm and brown eyes that reflected the sadness that shaped his life.And those words,said in such a true,humble and honest way,moved Y/n.She was,after all,the only person who encouraged him when others discouraged him,the only friend who believed in him when others did not give him hope,the only woman who could always comfort him.

"And in this you have not failed.I owe much of this to you.And if something bad ever happens to you just because others push you to do things that go against your will,I would never forgive myself.I was and still am in love with you for what you are,not for what you are not" the Assassin declared with a soft and clear voice,slightly tilting his head to the side, loving the feeling of her leaning into his palm,continuing to touch her face,while she closed her eyes almost as if she was being lulled by his velvet touch.Finding comfort,peace within herself in his presence,in hearing his low,deep voice.

"You have a purpose...being with me,by my side,never think of abandoning.Never think of abandoning me" Arno pleaded with shiny eyes,almost as if he were praying to her,almost as if he wanted to make her promise that despite everything and everyone,she would never abandon him because,as he encouraged her,she cured his shortcomings,thus completing each other.

Y/n did not feel her heart beating for a few seconds,which seemed to her eternally infinite,while he finished speaking,the silence that once again reigned supreme among them.She did not know what to say,what to do and how to act to all that he had confessed to her.She was breathless and even without words.

They were sitting in front of each other,exchanging long and intense glances that spoke more than a thousand words,digging deeply into each other's eyes,as if to try to find that thing,that one pure emotion that united them:a tear,a smile,love.

A kiss.

"Every moment I have spent by your side has made my life worth living"

She was the only woman to whom he would always be devoted and grateful to;Y/n was the only and one the woman hhe loved,who he would always love,unconditionally and infinitely,for eternity;and he was the only man she would adore,love and admire,forever.

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Translations:

*Bonsoir à toi=Good evening to you;

*Monsieur=Sir;

*Dis moi où elle est= Tell me where she is;

*Fils de pute= Son of a bitch.

*Raison d'être= a reason for existence (the most important reason or purpose for someone or something's existence)

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