#little breathless words while some are telling you exactly what gets them as they get to watch both your hands curl around the tip

[littleplantfreak]

been thinking about ur fav assisting you with the hand job you’re giving him. Either you’re not used to giving one or maybe their cock is big enough that your hand can’t wrap around fully, but regardless it has them putting their hand over yours and showing you how they like it. They’re dribbling over both your hands with pre and really all you have to do is watch while they use your hand to get themselves off atp

[heeliopheelia]

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎

part 2

genre: angst, established relationship

word count: 2.9k

warnings: curse words (and some of the boys are really cruel to yn :()

masterlist

LEE HEESEUNG

"Please, can we talk about this tomorrow?" Heeseung groans as he slumps down on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. He really doesn't want to get mad at you at such late hour but he can't help it when you keep talking his ear off from the moment that he's walked into your shared apartment. "I'm dead tired, just let it go for now, okay?"

"I'm not sleeping with you today," you scoff, not even daring to look at him so that he doesn't notice the tears of frustration that have started brimming in your eyes.

You've just found out from one of Heeseung's friends that he was out with his ex for almost the entire day. Without telling you a word about it. Normally, you weren't the jealous type as you trust your boyfriend with your whole heart. But after hearing that he's been having the time of his life with the girl that has once broken his heart, while you were at home waiting for him to come back, your thoughts drifted onto a completely different track.

"Why? Fuck, so what if I saw her today?' He exclaims, slapping his thighs with a breathless laugh. "Nothing happened! She just wanted to talk, YN! Talk. Stop trying to turn it into something that it's not."

"Then why didn't you even bother telling me that you were meeting her?" You ask, involuntarily letting yourself get emotional and raising your voice as well. "Who even does shit like that?"

"I just didn't think it would matter so much to you, that's all. I thought you trusted me a little more!"

"So you're saying that if I were to hang out with my ex and didn't tell you anything about it, you'd be fine with it?" You snort when he nods his head. "Alright, yeah. I almost believe you."

"God, you're just like her! Why would I ever think of cheating on you with her when the two of you are exactly alike?" Heeseung ignores the hurt look on your face and keeps on talking nonsense, fueled up by anger. "Both have trust issues. Both are ridiculously jealous. Both are way too clingy for anybody to bear. Fucking twins!"

You laugh in disbelief as you stand up from the couch. "Why are we even in this relationship if I'm so fucking unlovable to you?"

"Good question," he quietly murmurs.

You don't bother to wait for his apology or pleads for you to stay as you know he's way too deep in his anger to even start acknowledging your feelings now. You don't even have the strength to slam the door, so you just quietly let them shut behind you as you walk out on the dark street.

PARK JAY

You cross your arms over your chest, watching as your boyfriend finishes getting dressed for work. He said he would take the day off today but he obviously forgot to do so and now is leaving you hanging onto another empty promise.

"You're twisting my words! I just said you promised you would stay with me today, that's all."

"Well and I said I forgot! End of the story," Jay grumbles at you, dismissing you with a flick of his hand. "Whatever, I don't have time for this right now."

"You never do!" You raise your voice involuntarily and turn your face away as you feel the tears gathering in your eyes. How could he forget? "Not even once have I ever been prioritized while being in this relationship with you! And it's not like you even have anything important to do today!"

"We're not having this conversation again," he laughs breathlessly, threading his fingers through his hair. "My boss called me and said he needs my help. Of course my job is gonna come first in a situation like that, YN! After all this time, I thought you'd be more understanding by now."

"Yeah, it's just there are days where I want to be put first for a change. It's not like I ask you for that every week!"

You can't help but let the tears drop down your cheeks, failing to hide your emotions for any longer. You're right, though. Jay knows it too. You never complain about his work or ask him to take the day off, unless the date is important to you. It's just too bad he is too much in his own head to think about it for a little longer.

"I can always take the day off next week!" Jay says with a roll of his eyes. "And, god, why do you always have to cry?"

"Because it's my fucking birthday, you asshole," you breathe out in a broken voice before standing up from the bed.

Jay's eyes almost double in their size as he lets your words repeat in his mind. Birthday. It's your birthday. He tries to grab your wrist as you walk past him but you jerk it away from him.

"Honey, I-"

"I don't wanna talk to you right now."

You rush out of the bedroom. Slamming the bathroom door behind you, you slide to the ground and bury your head in your hands, finally letting out the sob that's been weighting on your throat throughout the entire morning. 

SIM JAKE

As you walk out of the restaurant angrily, you dial Jake's number. It's the fourth time you've been stood up by him like that, sitting completely embarrassed and alone at the table reserved for two. Jake was supposed to meet you here forty minutes ago and while at first you waited patiently for him, knowing his schedule is rather tight, after almost an hour of having your calls not answered, you started losing your cool.

"Hi, baby. What's up?" You hear his cheerful voice from the other side of the phone.

"Nothing much besides the fact that I've been stood up by my boyfriend once again this week," you reply in a rather passive aggressive manner as you open the door of your car. "How was your day, babe?"

Jake keeps silent for a second or two before a groan leaves his throat. "Fuck, it completely slipped out my mind. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should be," you nearly growl, starting your car. You curse quietly when the engine stutters and chokes but doesn't want to start by the first two times. "I waited forty minutes for you, jackass."

"Shit, are you still there? Just wait a little more and I'll be there soon, I promise."

You scoff loudly. "You've got some nerve, I'll give you that."

You can hear him sigh heavily and you can just picture how he's pinching the bridge of his nose at the moment. "Can you stop that? I already apologized. I'm sorry that I have to work."

"Oh, you're very welcome." You grit your teeth, keeping your phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you drive out of the parking lot. "Would it really kill you to remember about me even once?"

"YN, you're not being fair right now," he says and you know he's pushing himself to his limits to not raise his voice at you. "Look, one of us has to actually make some money. I can't keep my head wrapped around everything."

"Oh, yeah? So you're at work right now?"

He stutters slightly. Got him. "Well, no I-"

"Jake, are you coming, man?"

Hearing Heeseung's voice shouting on the other line makes your fingers clench on the wheel tightly. You breathe in sharply and let out a short laugh. "Good to know what your priorities are, Jake."

"No, wait, I'm-"

You interrupt him again before ending the call, "Don't bother."

PARK SUNGHOON

You breathe out in relief when you hear the familiar sound of Sunghoon's car pulling up on the driveway. He hasn't been answering any of your calls since the afternoon and you really started getting worried. You've been arguing with each other throughout the couple past weeks and you took notice of how distanced he's become towards you. You've attempted to fix that but it's a really hard task to do with your boyfriend being as stubborn as he is.

"Oh my god, I was so worried about you," you say the second when Sunghoon walks into your house. "Where have you been?"

He only nods his head at you in acknowledgement and toes his shoes off wordlessly. You frown slightly at his sudden muteness and put the sizzling pan aside.

"I made you dinner, figured you'd be hungry," you start again and only get disappointed when he dismisses you curtly.

"I'm not."

Pressing your lips together, you nod your head slightly before following him to the living room and taking a seat next to him, not close enough to irk him any further though. The two of you sit in silence, mindlessly watching the random channel that Sunghoon played. He has his arms folded on his chest and you wonder what went so wrong that he suddenly turned so cold towards you.

So you try again, speaking with a soft voice. "Why didn't you answer my calls today, honey?"

You feel your whole body tensing when he lets out a groan. "Cause I didn't want you distracting me."

"Okay, what the hell is up with you, Hoon? Why the attitude?" You ask, turning away from the TV screen to look at your boyfriend's frowned up face.

You don't miss the roll of his eyes as he clicks his tongue. "For fuck's sake, if I knew you'd be this needy today, I would've stayed out longer."

You try not to show how much his words hurt you but the look on your face tells him a completely different story. You clear your throat and decide on voicing the thought that's made itself way too comfortable in your mind during the past few weeks. "Sometimes I just feel like you don't love me anymore."

"Well, maybe I would've loved you a little more if you stopped being so clingy. Seriously, fifteen calls, YN! Who the hell does that?"

Silence. His hurtful words linger in the air heavily and you both say nothing. You avoid his eyes, lips slightly trembling from the heartbreak. Sunghoon still says nothing as you stand up from the couch and leave the room in a rush.

KIM SUNOO

"Do you even hear yourself? Why would she be lying?" Sunoo shouts at you as he crosses his arms defensively.

You're gripping the edge of your sleeve tightly, trying to prevent yourself from raising your voice as well. Even though you're keeping cool, his words and accusations stab your heart with dozens of needles. Having your boyfriend believing his friend rather than you has got to be one of the worst feelings in the world.

"And why would I be lying?" You ask, glaring him down. "Why would I, your girlfriend, lie about my whereabouts? For fun?"

He scoffs at you. "Well, you didn't tell me you were hanging out with Sunghoon, did you?"

"No, because I wasn't hanging out with him, we just stumbled upon each other on my way back," you explain calmly as you clench your sleeve even tighter from frustration. "We literally talked for five minutes."

"That's not what what I've heard."

You roll your eyes at his stubbornness. "Yeah, cause what else would a person that's been in love with you for two years tell you?" You can't really help the sarcastic tone that's sneaked itself into your speech and you can see it only irks Sunoo more as he nearly scowls at you.

But all that you've said is the truth. Since the beginning of your relationship, you've noticed his best friend's spiteful looks thrown your way along with the heart-eyes directed at Sunoo. You've kept quiet for all this time, not saying a word even when he ditched you for her or made plans without your knowing. But this, this is just too much for you.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he has the audacity to laugh at you.

"No, Sunoo, it hurts me, you know?" You finally let all of your feelings that have been crumpled inside you for all these years. "Do you ever even try to acknowledge my feelings when you hang out with her?"

"Don't turn this on me right now. And I'm not allowed to have female friends now? What kind of a girlfriend even are you?"

You get up from his bed and scoff at him. "And what kind of a boyfriend accuses his girlfriend of cheating while he sneaks out without her knowledge to meet up with his best friend?"

With that, you turn on your heel and leave his apartment, slamming the door behind you.

YANG JUNGWON

"That's not what friends do, YN! Are you even listening to me?"

"I am but you're being ridiculous!" You bite back at your boyfriend, walking back from a lunch with your best friend.

Throughout the entire meal she's been throwing jabs and snarly remarks at you, and although you've already grown used to her attitude, Jungwon just couldn't let that slide. He thinks it's illogical that someone you've been calling your friend for such a long time, would act so mean and nearly insulting towards you.

"I don't understand how can you let her speak to you that way," he breathes out in disbelief. "I wanted to spit in her face after an hour of talking to her, why do you let her do this to you all the time?"

"Because she's my best friend, Won!" You try to stay your ground as you dig into your purse, looking for your keys. "That's just how she is. I've learnt not to take any offence in that. You shouldn't either."

"I just care about you, so forgive me for not liking it when someone insults my girlfriend!"

You sigh, feeling tired from the night and the ongoing argument. "I know you do but I don't see it that way. She's just rough around the edges, that's all."

"Of course you don't see it. All you need is constant validation. You just can't live with the thought of somebody not liking you. You'd let a stranger walk all over you only if it meant you had gotten his approval. That's not fucking healthy, YN!"

"How can you even say that to me? Why would you-," you stop yourself from engaging in this conversation and slump your shoulders with resignation. "I don't wanna do this anymore."

Jungwon sends you a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"I just want to be alone right now," you say and Jungwon can clearly hear the exhaustion in your tone. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for walking me back."

NISHIMURA RIKI

The moment that you hear the door slamming, you sigh as you realize it's one of these days again. For the past week or so, Niki has been coming home frustrated beyond words but not even once has he said what was bothering him. Sure, you've tried to intervene and ask him what's was it all about but he always dismissed you quickly. It hurts you to think that maybe he doesn't trust you enough to confide in you like that.

"Hi," you greet him as you stand up from the couch. You walk over to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt of hugging him but only get disappointed when you feel his body tense up. You pull away and look at him pointedly. "Another bad day?"

Niki hums and moves away from you, going into the direction of the kitchen. You follow him, feeling worried for him as you know he has the tendencies of bottling up his emotions inside.

"Wait! Don't ignore me again," you scolded him slightly, forcing yourself to stay calm and speak with the soft tone. You grab him by his forearm. "Niki?"

"Let go of me," he breathes out, voice heavy and your heart screams at the thought of him deciding to struggle with all of it by himself again.

You do as he asks and free his arm instantly. "Okay. Just talk to me, please?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Yn!" He snaps at you and runs his hand through his hair. "Stop pressing me!"

"No, you always keep acting like everything's fine when it's clearly not! I don't want you to keep it all to yourself. I want you to feel like you can talk to me about stuff like that," you explain, trying to keep him on your side. "I want to help you!"

"I don't need your help, though!" He scowls, sending you a sharp look. "If I knew you'd be sticking your nose into my business the second I walked through the door, I wouldn't even bother coming back."

"Hey, you're being mean now," you gasp slightly, feeling his words pulling at your heart again. "You're my boyfriend, of course I care about you! I hate seeing you like that but you just won't let me understand what's going on with you!"

"Are you my therapist or my girlfriend? Jesus, I'm not in the mood for that right now," he sighs heavily and walks past you straight for the door.

"No, wait!" You call after him but you're too late and he's already slamming the door behind his back.

permanent taglist: @bambisgirl @arizejkt19

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Butcher!Simon x gn!reader Part 8 continuation of your little date, I hope you enjoy! Also haven't proofread it because I didn't want to make you all wait another week for it. Sorry. You're welcome to point out errors to me. English words were hard this time, sorry if some of it is redundant. Part 7 | COD Masterlist | Part 9

Simon watches you from the corner of his eyes while you two walk alongside each other through the park. You’re tossing a ball for Wraith and the guard dog basically turned into an overgrown puppy at the sight of the toy.

It’s gotten late and after you spent the entire afternoon in the Café talking, Wraith needed a walk. Instead of saying goodbye you invited Simon to tag along. That’s a win, right? It’s a big step. You voluntarily decided to spend more time with him and Simon can feel himself vibrate with excitement.

“So an ex-soldier. What exactly did you do?”, you ask him while you toss Wraith’s ball for the thousandth time. You turn your pretty face towards him and he meets your eyes, puts his hands into his pockets and slightly shrugs his shoulders.

“Spec Ops.”, is his simple answer and you furrow your brows.

“Spe- what?” The confusion in your voice is adorable and Simon balls his fists, stuffs them deeper into his pockets so he doesn’t do something stupid (like pull you in and kiss you breathless).

“Special Operations. We weren’t really deployed somewhere permanently, instead they sent us wherever we were needed. Lots of stuff I am not allowed to talk about.”, he explains and wonders if you’ll be scared of him again.

When he looks at you, your eyes are wide. “Oh.”, you mutter and seem to think hard. It grows quiet for a minute and a small smile finds its way onto Simon’s lips. You’re chewing your lips again, seemingly troubled and who the fuck allowed you to look so adorable doing that.

“What is it, sweetheart.”, he asks, his voice warm and soft. He really hopes you can’t hear the lovesick undertone.

“I don’t know what I’m allowed to ask.”, you explain and grin self-conscious. He wants to lick the awkwardness off your lips (whoa okay, he really needs to get his thoughts in check).

Instead of doing that like a total creep, he tells you: “You can ask whatever you want, sweetheart. We’ll see what I can answer.”

You nod and think again. So far you haven’t protested his continued use of petnames. He enjoys it, enjoys claiming you with words in a subtle way. The only thing he’d enjoy even more would be you claiming him back. With words, marks, a collar, anything as long as he gets to be yours.

By now you’re walking closely besides him, and every now and then your arms brush against each other. It sends a shock up his arm every time, makes his neck tingle and his jaw clench in an effort to hold back, to not overwhelm you. The last thing he wants is to fuck up with you. As much as he wants to hold you he’d rather endure torture again than make you uncomfortable by coming on too strong.

“Why did you retire?”, you finally ask. “You don’t have to answer if you’d rather not!”, you immediately add in the same breath and Simon chuckles a bit at that.

The way you’re glancing at him seems nervous. It’s oddly endearing, like you’re nervous of misstepping with him. He quite enjoys that look on your face. Making you nervous in a way that doesn’t stem from fear is weirdly thrilling and he wants to keep doing it (would you be nervous if he pushed you up against a tree? If he used his height to his advantage and had you at his mercy? Would you be nervous if you had him at your mercy? God, he wants to be at your mercy).

“’s alright, sweets. Had a mission that went south, can’t really go into details. After that they set us up with a comfortable new life and told us to start over.” He can see the curiousness plain as day in your eyes and he wants to kick the officials who’re keeping him from just telling you everything.

Maybe someday he’ll do it anyway. Fuck if anyone can dictate him what to talk about. He’ll definitely tell you someday. Once he’s yours and sure you won’t run from him for revealing his past.

You cock your head at that. “Can you tell me about your team?”, you ask instead of prying and he could kiss you for that alone (he’s not sure he could have denied you, had you asked with your sweet voice and big curious eyes).

He nods at you and your face practically lights up with a big smile at the opportunity to finally get more info. He’s tempted to tell you every single confidential thing he knows, just to see you light up like that again.

“The lads are all in town. We’re four. Johnny, the fucker, owns a bakery. Flirts with everyone that comes in. People dig the accent.”, he begins and you perk up.

“Accent? It’s not the Scottish one, is it? What was his name…”, you seem to wrack your brain for it. “Mac…. Mac…”

“MacTavish.”, Simon supplies and you beam at him.

“I know that guy! His bread is to die for.”, you claim and Simon can’t really tell you that he already knows you frequent his friends bakery (he might have seen you there when he went to visit Johnny at work; might have worked out the times you go to Johnny’s and visited him more often around that time).

“He seems really nice but…”, you trail off and when you don’t continue Simon gently nudges you with his elbow to go on (you don't seem bothered by the contact, and he's surprised by himself for daring to do that so casually), curious what you might have to say about Johnny. You hesitate.

“Go on, sweetheart.”, he urges gently.

 “… he kinda intimidates me.”, you finally admit and suddenly Simon is grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Johnny intimidates you. Who would have ever guessed.

Johnny, who only recently teased him that ‘the cutie’ would never warm up to him because of his scary mask, intimidates you. Yet scary Simon is the one you’re taking a stroll in the park with. He desperately wants to rub it in Johnny’s face.

“Don’t tell your friend about it, but I can’t ever seem to remember his name. My friends and I refer to him as MacFlurry.”, you add, blushing but grinning mischievously.

Simon stares at you for a second and he can see the smile slowly drop and the apology forming on your lips when he starts laughing. He clutches his ribs, doubling over. Oh he’s gonna have so much fun with this information.

After a few seconds your laughter joins his as you’re helplessly giggling along, his booming laughter infectious.

“That…”, he laughs. “That’s great. Fucking MacFlurry.” He practically wheezes in laughter. Shit, he wants to marry you. Right here, right now.

Your giggle is beautiful and slightly bashful. Simon wishes he could catch it in a jar so he might listen to the heavenly sound again and again.

Finally he catches his breath and straightens up a bit, his eyes are twinkling, creases all around them from smiling so widely. He wants to tug you in close and thank you for existing.

“You know, sweetheart, I could always introduce you to MacFlurry and the others. We’re meeting up this evening. Wanna tag along?”, he blurts out before he can reconsider and your eyes grow wide and alarmed.

[authorhjk1]

Can Light Blue work?

https://www.reddit.com/r/KoreanCelebrityFap/s/GG1w2YcbDZ

Light Blue

(Choi Sooyoung X Male Reader)

The sky is light blue. The sun is slowly coming out and the moon is already gone. The big venue is empty. Barely any sign of the event that took place here last night. The loud cameras and their flashes of the reporters. Singers who performed their songs last night. Actors and actresses who received rewards for their outstanding performances. All gone. All quiet.

"Fuck me harder! Yes!"

Sooyoung lets out a cry of pleasure. It tears through the silence. Scared pigeon fly off the roof.

"You're too tight, Sooyoung. Fuck!"

You groan as you try to increase your pace.

The big hall is empty. Just last night, hundreds of people were sitting in chairs around tables, looking at the stage.

That's where the two of you are right now.

"Oh god! Oh god!"

Sooyoung moans, on all fours on the stage. You are right behind her, thrusting into her from behind.

"Pull harder, yes!"

You tighten your grip on her ponytail, making Sooyoung's head fall back.

"Almost there!"

You reach forward with your other hand and slip it underneath her dress. The top part is revealing enough already, so you just pull it to the side, freeing her tits.

That's what you led you here in the first place anyway. Her revealing outfit. And her flirting.

"Squeeze them harder, yes!"

You like how Sooyoung tells you exactly what she needs. That way, you can be sure you are doing everything in your power to fuck her properly. How she likes it. How she deserves it.

Leaning over her a little more, you roughly grope at her chest. Your added weight makes her arms weaker. Sooyoung's upper body inches closer towards the stage.

"How are you this tight?"

You groan into her ear, unable to contain yourself.

"How are you so big?"

Her breathless question makes you grin. Up until now, you were kneeling behind her. But since Sooyoung lowered her upper body, her ass has moved upwards a little. You raise one leg, plant your foot on the stage and drive yourself even deeper into her.

"Oh, shit! Deeper!"

How can she keep asking for more?

Her walls clamp down around you as you thrust even deeper. Or at least try to. You weren't exaggerating earlier.

"O-o-oh, g-go-o-d-d!!!!"

You can't see it, but you could swear Sooyoung's eyes have rolled all the way back. Her cheek is pressed to the floor. You can see her drooling onto the stage. The stage she stood on barely five hours ago with her members. Five? Really? Or has it been six already?

You can't tell. You don't have a watch on you.

As Sooyoung turns into a stuttering mess, you reach from her tits to her core. She has already been gone that far for a couple of times now.

Getting her clit rubbed makes her cry out even louder. No words anymore. But simple syllables. Only a couple of letters. No meaning.

Wrong. One meaning.

"Oooooooh!"

Her eye piercing scream echoes through the hall as you make her climax around your cock. Right here on this stage. With hundreds of seats pointing in your direction.

You almost wish they were occupied. You wish your favourite idols could watch you fuck one of their own. One of the members of Girl's Generation. Right here. On stage.

As you close in on your own orgasm. Your vision becomes slightly blurry. And now, it really looks like you could see some of the chairs being occupied.

You could swear you caught a glimpse of Jiu, who is covering Gahyeon's eyes with her hand, while her own are wide open. Her mouth a surprised O.

A couple of tables to left, you spot Yujin and Wonyoung. The younger one's princess like face is frozen in a surprised gasp, while Yujin's eyes seem to follow your every move.

"Fuck, Sooyoung."

You mumble, knowing that you are done within a matter of seconds. Her pussy and the visions in front of you are too much for your brain to handle.

Another glimpse at the sea of empty chairs. No not empty. Winter's wide eyes, Karina's subtle bite of her lips. Irene's disgusted look, Seulgi, who covers her eyes, visibly shy. And Joy, who shamelessly has her hand underneath her dress. Rosé is in the same state as Seulgi, Jennie watches you with a huge smirk on her face.

You could swear the two of you lock eyes in that moment. In that moment, just as you are about to finish inside Sooyoung. Jennie seems to mouth something in your direction. A lustful stare in her eyes. She says it slowly. So slow, you almost feel like the world has slowed down.

"C-u-m."

"Fuck!"

You groan one last time, burying yourself as deep as possible inside of Sooyoung. You hear a distant moan, your mind still clouded by the pleasure.

The venue isn't silent anymore. Sooyoung's heavy breaths and moans. Your own groans and heavy breaths. Gasps. Voices. Cameras.

[toiletclown]

breathless.

spencer agnew x gn!reader

mostly fluff, a little angst.

summary: you've had feelings for your best friend, spencer, almost as long as you have known him. it isn't getting any easier, and you need to tell him soon, whether he feels the same or not. your friends are pushing you, the fans already ship you, and after courtney and shayne's success, you just couldn’t bare to keep lying anymore. to yourself, or to him.

word count: 2028

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It’s been two years since you graduated from Smosh crew member to Smosh cast member. You weren’t the first, and are unlikely to be the last, but it’s still a bit nerve-wracking. You were moved to cast not long after Spencer made his switch to cast, but that was exactly your problem, wasn’t it? When you were both on crew, it was easier. Small smiles, hidden glances, a blush forming under your mask. Once or twice, Brennan had swiveled his camera to the crew to get their reactions and you couldn’t duck fast enough to dodge the shot. 

You both shared moments without fear of judgment, knowing everyone at Smosh knew how close you were. Some more than others. But once you were both on camera more often, those moments dwindled to near nothingness. You couldn’t make eyes at him, he couldn’t flirt with you. Plenty of the cast flirted with each other on and off camera, of course, but it was different somehow. The office flirting became private hangout flirting, which then became no flirting at all. 

He didn’t get jealous anymore when Amanda or Angela flirted with you, and you did your best not to get jealous when he flirted with Tommy or Shayne. It was like your friendship was entirely platonic again. And while that was all it had ever been – platonic – it hurt a little. It was like something happened overnight, and the flirting wasn’t cool anymore.

The last time something happened before your promotion to cast, Spencer, Angela, and Chanse were doing Who Meme’d It with Shayne, and someone had sent in a meme about you always looking at Spencer. As soon as it popped up, everyone was laughing, and Brennan promptly turned his camera to get your face. You were smart enough to expect it, and you managed to push out a laugh and shrug to the camera. All in good fun, it seemed. But really, it was a little bit upsetting to realize you were so obvious about your affection for Spencer. You thought that you were fairly secretive and weren’t too over the top, but apparently not so much.

“Okay, ‘Y/N pretending they weren’t just staring at Spencer’! Spencer, any thoughts?” Shayne said through giggles. 

Spencer made eye contact with you, and you did your best to hold it. “Gotta be honest, Shayne, I wasn’t even aware they stared at me. Guess they’re sneakier than I thought!” Everyone was laughing again, and you joined in. Instead of making a joke about him staring at you, or a joke about you two flirting in your pod, he went with a PR answer. You could barely admit to yourself how bad it had stung. And sure, most people got roasted in Who Meme’d It, especially with the lack of funeral roasts, but it didn’t really feel good to have your private crush on Spencer blasted to not only cast and crew, but whoever ends up watching this video. And his comment was making it seem more one-sided than you liked.

After the laughter settled down, Shayne got back to hosting. “Alright, who meme’d it! Was it Erin Dougal? Courtney? Or Y/N themselves?” You made a silly face when Brennan panned to you, channeling your best mad scientist look. Your face dropped immediately after. No one saw it.

The cast members debated for a second before writing down their answers. It was Courtney across the board. “Alright, so we all think Courtney made this meme. Angela, what makes you think it was Courtney?” 

“Shayne, that’s a great question, thank you so much for being here with me today. I said Court because I have seen them having little whisper sessions with Y/N and I simply don’t trust like that!” Angela laughed, a bright smile on her face. She winked at you once the camera had moved away from her face. She was actually your go-to confidant, and you were sure she knew that. She was your best friend, behind Spencer, after all.

After a dramatic pause, it was revealed that Erin Dougal was the one who made the meme. You could have called that from a mile away, but that was because Erin was constantly telling you to ask Spencer out. You shot her down every time, knowing it was safer and easier to suffer in silence with your feelings rather than to possibly fuck everything up with your best friend. Besides, suffering in silence was what you were best at.

//

And now, a few months later, you were the one in front of the camera for a Who Meme’d It. It was your first time actually competing, although you’ve sent your fair share of memes in. Spencer and Angela were the only two people to continuously guess you correctly, which in the grand scheme of things made the most sense as they were your closest friends at Smosh. However, you were now competing against both of them, and your competitive side didn’t have a concept of “friendship”, unfortunately. 

“Okay! Welcome back to Who Meme’d It! Today we have Angela, Y/N, and Spencer competing. And Y/N is quite competitive so let’s hope they still have their best friends after this!” Shayne introduced you all, smiling at you to ease your anxiety. 

“Lest we forget what happened when they were on Don’t Win Mario Party and nearly killed me,” Spencer said, turning towards you with his hands folded on the table. His eyes were smiling, but he was trying his best to keep a serious face.

You turned to face him, mirroring his expression and hands. “Lest we forget you deserved that attack because you fucked with my controller mid-lap so that you could get seventh.”

“Okay, are we doing Who Meme’d It or the Newlywed Game?” Angela joked, and you and Spencer returned to your normal positions, excited to play.

//

After the shoot, Spencer caught up with you in the kitchen. “You got your first Who Meme’d It win, how’s it feel?” You had indeed won, but only by two points. Spencer was right behind you and Angela frankly tanked it this episode. Usually she wasn’t too bad, but perhaps she knew how competitive you were going to be and decided to focus more on having fun instead of winning. Especially considering there was content being made that needed to be entertaining.

“Eh, I feel like my competitiveness isn’t very fun on camera. I’m hoping we don’t have to scrap the ep simply because I was too locked in.” You grabbed some fruit from the fridge and prepared to make your way to a table so you could sit and destress before your next shoot. You weren’t needed on set for over an hour so you were ready to mindlessly doomscroll while you snacked on your peaches.

Spencer chuckled at your comment, which made your heart flutter a bit. Suddenly, you had the urge to touch him. You put your hand on his shoulder, mostly unconsciously, not actively making the decision but simply just doing it. His giggling stopped instantly, and he looked at your hand cryptically, his expression unreadable. All too suddenly, it felt too serious, too personal, so you instantly pivoted. “But at least you didn’t win, right?” You smiled, patting his shoulder and turning to head to your seat. 

You were hoping, for the first time ever if you were being honest, that he wouldn’t follow you. Things had been weird between you two for a few weeks now, and you almost wanted some space to deal with the pain of your best friend seeming to lose interest in your friendship. And once again, Erin had submitted a meme that made you a little upset. You knew it was unreasonable to be upset with her, as it was all in good fun and she wasn’t actually trying to hurt your feelings. You should probably try to talk to her about that, since you knew she wouldn’t take your upset personally.

This one was arguably worse than the first one though, because instead of it being at your expense, it was technically at Spencer’s. The meme wasn’t mean in any regard, but it was making fun of Spencer for consistently getting “lost in his thoughts” whenever you were on a shoot together. Of course, Erin alluded to those thoughts being romantic in nature, which earned a few oohs and aahs from the crew and cast alike. You had felt your face get warm and tried to remind yourself you were on camera and it was all in good fun. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Courtney approaching you. “Y/N, Spence! Just the two people I wanted to see. I have a question for you guys.” 

Clearly, Spencer had intended on following you, since Courtney had greeted you both. You sighed as quietly as possible, before asking Court if you could sit down before you all got to talking. Your castmates followed you to a table, and you popped a piece of fruit in your mouth. “Okay, what's up?” 

“Well, we wanted to do a Guitar Hero stream next week. I know you haven't been on any of the livestreams, so I figured I’d ask if you wanted to be in this one. You don't have to play but if you sit and make commentary I’m sure that'll be enough! But of course you can play if you want to.” Courtney was always so thoughtful, and you made a mental note to thank her for always being so considerate. 

“Oh hell yeah, I finally get to show off my guitar skills. It’s been a minute since I’ve played, but if Y/N’s down, I’m down!” Spencer’s eyes lit up. He had been trying to figure out a way to impress you and gauge your reaction before he finally took the leap and asked you on a date.

Everyone had been encouraging him to do so for months at this point, but he still wasn’t so sure about it. Yeah, you blushed whenever he mentioned you on camera and you blushed a lot during the shoot today when Erin’s meme came up. But some part of him felt like that had less to do with reciprocating a crush and more to do with embarrassment. 

You thought for a minute, munching on your peach slice. “Sure, that sounds fun. Spencer, maybe you could teach me how to play?”

Spencer broke out in a grin, “Of course I can. Although I’m surprised you’ve never played it before, it’s an iconic franchise.”

Courtney worked out a few more details with the two of you before making their way back to their pod. When she had left, Spencer turned his attention back to you. “Have you seriously never played Guitar Hero before?” He genuinely was having trouble believing that.

Truthfully, you had played before. Many times. And you were actually quite skilled at it. But it’s been quite some time since you picked up and played it, and you knew you would be rusty. Plus, you were mentally hatching a plan. Have Spence “teach” you the game, play extremely badly the whole time, then on stream you can kick his ass on Expert mode. Perfect plan.

“I have not. I might have played once or twice as a kid but I don’t really remember the controls or, like, speed, since I know some of the songs are really fast.”

“Okay, do you wanna come by my place tonight after work? I have a bunch of the Guitar Hero games but I also have Clone Hero which will probably be what we use on the stream anyway.”

Oh, right. Not-so-perfect plan. If you were to be taught, you needed to be taught before the livestream. Which means you had to hang out with Spencer outside of work. You can survive one night alone with him, right? You’ve done it so many times before. Sure, it’s been a few weeks since you guys hung out, and with your increasing feelings for him you were sure to be awkward. But it was Spencer! Your best friend in the whole world! It would be just fine. Right?

[dark-and-kawaii]

You’re stuff is amazing, it’s pulling me into the Zevlor orbit. Seriously though. Just wanna straddle that man’s lap. Insecurities about his past and old age? Just lick up his ear to the point and whisper in the sluttiest voice I can. “Should I call you Commander?” Nip at the point. “Or Daddy?”

( •̀ω •́ ) hehehehe~ it’s what I aim to do!!! Please fall into this Zevlor pit with the rest of us!!! Join us!!! :3 we have fresh baked cookies and Zevlor, what more could you ask for??? *bites my lip and swallows* ughhhhh babes yes!!! This is making me pant!!!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Daddy or Commander ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Pairings: Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

Content: NSFW - Lap Riding - Creampie - Tiny Angst??

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying teasing the man between your legs. You knew it had been a while for him, knew it’s been so long since someone straddled his lap and grinded themselves against his cock. It was easy to tell by the way he became so stiff and tense, like he wasn't sure where to put his hands. Or how to look into your eyes.

“You-“ his voice hitched- cut off when you began to move your hips a little faster, a little harder against him. You were driving him mad and he wasn’t even inside you yet…

“I~?”

The look in his eye could have killed you- had it not made you want him more. He looked so confused, so pained, yet in love all at the same time. Instead, a soft, pleased moan slipped out as he bucked his hips up against yours. His past began to haunt him, outcasted and tossed aside. Ridiculed and shunned. All the hurtful memories that would never leave him no matter how hard he tried to bury them deep, “You don’t need to take pity o-on me. Nor do you-“

You leaned down, kissing him deeply- silencing him, swallowing his words with your tongue. His lips tasted like the sweet, honey-glazed pastry you shared not too long ago.

The kiss left him dazed and panting, but his words never ceased. He couldn't let you do this, couldn't allow himself to be used and toyed with- not again, “The gap between us is also wide… I fear you are doing this for-“

You pulled back from his lips, staring him down, “Why does it have to be out of pity, commander~?”

The use of his title had his brows knit, and a low growl slipping passed his throat. He wanted nothing more than to flip the two of you over, and show you exactly who was in charge… But instead, his cock just twitched.

With a soft giggle, you continued on, leaning in closer, brushing your lips against his ear- nipping at it, “or would you prefer to be called daddy~”

His body shuddered- his control slipping, fingers gripping into your thighs.

He was going to break.

And you wanted it.

Needed it.

He needed it.

It didn’t take much to get him to give in. Lifting your hips just enough, he lined himself up- the tip of his cock smearing his precum against your damp folds.

He wanted to believe you- wanted to believe that your intentions weren't just out of pity or some sick joke. He wanted to believe that your feelings were real- that someone, did indeed love him.

And without warning him, with one single thrust- one single bounce, you were able to prove to him that it was the truth.

Your walls were so warm and wet, the feeling of his cock slipping into your depths was enough to make his head swim.

Stretching you out, you felt every inch as he pushed inside, filling you up. Every ridge, every vein. Hells he was large…

Zevlor tried to bite his lip to keep himself from cumming, but he could feel his ridges swell within you, your walls gripping him like a vice, and he had no choice. With a soft groan, his cum filled you.

You could feel his cock twitching, pulsating as he came. He was so deep, and you swore you could feel your tummy extend from how much there was. Gods, and those ridges on his cock were swelled so nicely massaging your insides. Your vision grew hazy, and with a breathless gasp, you came- clenching tightly around him.

His head fell against your shoulder, your own head falling back as you both groaned and moaned, lips parted,

“Tav-“

“Commander~”

Calling out for each other- you both came together, bodies tense and shaking, his arms wrapped around you… Your arms wrapped around his neck.

After a moment, the two of you began to laugh.

You weren't sure why, but you did.

It was just too good. Too perfect.

And as he lifted his head, pressing his lips against yours, you felt him grow hard once again.

[melon-fodder]

ALL YOURS • T. Hiragi

Summary: A store associate flirts with your boyfriend, and you do not appreciate it. That’s it. That’s the fic.

Word Count: 1Kish

Warnings: pwp, female-bodied reader, reader wears a skirt, dressing room sex, possessive behavior but it’s all good, dirty talk, p in v, creampies, reader is petty and we love her for it 💚

Scowl on your face, growl rumbling in your throat, you tug your boyfriend into the dressing room, shutting and locking the door to the little cubicle then turning to look up at him.

Hiragi stares down at you, one eyebrow raised, tiny smirk playing at his lips.

“I didn’t ask for any of that,” he immediately tells you.

Your voice is light when you respond, “Oh, I know.” Too light, too high-pitched, betraying the rage bubbling inside you. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Sure look like ya are,” he snorts, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

“I’m not!” you repeat, “I’m mad at her.” The little sales associate who batted her eyes and giggled and held up different shirts while complimenting your boyfriend. Your very hot, very spoken-for boyfriend.

“This color would look great on you. Your shoulders would fill this out really nicely.” Teehee, look at me twirl my hair and push my tits together, oh is that your girlfriend? Oopsie.

Even when you’d glared at her, she didn’t relent. If anything she tried to turn up her so-called charm, which is when Hiragi finally started catching on and let you pull him away.

“So, you’re not gonna yell at me?” he questions as if you have a habit of doing that.

You squint at him in confusion before shaking it off and stepping toward him.

“No, I’m gonna fuck you in this dressing room and hope that bitch hears.”

His eyes flash, mouth curling into a cocky grin. “Oh yeah?”

You hook a finger in his chain and use it to bring his face closer to yours.

“Yeah.”

You may be the one initiating, but Hiragi is the first to move, catching you in a searing kiss while allowing you to back him up into the little bench.

You’re glad you decided to wear a skirt—a little short, a little showy, but the ease of access can’t be beat, and your boyfriend proves it by slipping his hand under the fabric, rubbing your slit through your thong so that you gasp.

He pushes the flimsy material to the side, exhales when his finger dips between your folds to feel you.

“You really think I’d ever look at anyone else when I’ve got you?” he rumbles, teasing your hole as you fumble with his belt. “I’d never give up this pussy, not when she’s so sweet to me.”

You surge upward to kiss him again, trapping his bottom lip between your teeth, and he responds by shoving his finger deeper inside of you, causing you to release him when your jaw drops open.

Pulling himself free from his pants, he strokes himself a few times, still thrusting his finger inside of you, and when he sits down on the bench he uses that finger to guide you to his lap, pushing hard against your g-spot so that your knees wobble and you all but fall on top of him.

He adds another finger, scissoring you open before fucking them deeper into you. Lewd, wet squelches fill the little room, and Hiragi grins, speaking against your ear, “whole store’s gonna hear how messy I make this pussy. Is’at what you want?”

Maybe not the whole store, but definitely the perky little associate.

“Want everyone to hear how hot you get me,” you moan, growing more breathless with every movement. Fuck, Hiragi knows exactly how to touch you, makes you buzz like an exposed nerve.

You whimper when he slips his fingers out, but they’re quickly replaced with the fat head of his cock. He slides it up and down your slit a few times, gathering some of your glossy slick before he slowly begins to bully his way into your cunt.

“Ffffuck,” you hiss, letting your head hang back as you wiggle your hips in an attempt to accommodate him.

He uses one hand to guide you further down his length, the other still holding your panties to the side until he mutters something under his breath and takes a couple seconds to tear them in two, carelessly tossing them aside.

“You don’t need tho—oh, fuck,” he groans when you let yourself drop down until Hiragi’s bottomed out inside of you. “God dammit, baby, warn a guy.”

“But you’re so cute when your eyes roll like that,” you play, rocking in his lap as you get used to his size.

He growls, crushing his mouth against yours as he starts bouncing you up and down. Your whine is muffled, just like his promise, “gonna make your eyes roll so far in the back of your head, they get stuck there.”

“Sexy,” you mumble with a smushed smile, but he ignores it, fingers pressing into the fat around your hips, starting to move you up and down to his liking.

“Gonna make you drool for me, baby. Make sure you’re all fucked out when we leave so that little girl sees.”

You’re already fucking drooling for him, your mouth and your pussy as your arousal leaks out around his length. The bench leaves you with little surface area to use for leverage, but you manage to angle your hips just right so that the flared head of Hiragi’s cock drags against your g-spot.

“Gonna make me squirt, Ragi,” you warn him when you feel the pressure building. “Gonna get you messy too.”

“Good, that’s what I want.”

He bites your neck, teeth nearly breaking skin, and he reaches between you to swipe over your clit, growling when he feels a sudden gush of liquid against his hand.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl, just like that.”

He doesn’t stop, keeps rutting up into you, hitting that spot so that you see stars. Your jaw hangs slack, barely registering the way he reattaches himself to your neck and starts sucking.

You squirt for him again and again, uncaring of his pants or the soaked carpet beneath you.

“I’m yours, ya know that?” he huffs, thrusts starting to get erratic—reckless as he nears his peak. “m’yours just like you’re mine, yeah?”

You nod mutely, feeling your muscles start to tense, body wanting to curl inward, but Hiragi doesn’t let it, not with the way he pulls you flush against him.

“Say it, babydoll,” he commands, cockhead kissing your cervix and pulling pitiful sounds from you.

“I’m—I’m yours.”

“And?”

The heat inside of you reaches its boiling point and overflows, your orgasm crashing into you, making you clench and spasm and chant, “you’re mine—mine, mine, fuck…”

He topples after you, slamming into you from below as he shoots lines of hot cum deep inside of you.

“That’s right,” he slurs, “all yours, baby.”

You ride it out, falling against Hiragi’s chest when he rests against the wall. Heavy breaths are passed between the two of you, a few languid kisses, then a groan when you clench around him just for fun.

“They’re gonna have to shampoo the carpet in here,” he mumbles, eyes closed, smiling.

“Sounds like a them problem.”

He laughs, a deep, beautiful sound that vibrates in his chest.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m territorial.”

“Still cute.”

You roll your eyes then dismount your boyfriend rather ungracefully, already able to feel him seeping out of you.

“You know what’s not cute? Walking outta here with your cum dripping down my legs.”

Hiragi flashes you an easy grin, taking his time tucking himself back into his pants.

“Want me to clean it up for you?” He asks, licking his lips.

It’s tempting. And you tell him as much. But…

“I’d rather let her see.”

He makes a strangled noise and swears. “Talk all slutty like that, and I’m gonna get hard again.”

You wink at him, double check to make sure he’s all zipped up, then open the door.

Hiragi follows you out, neither of you bothering to grab your ruined panties off the ground. You know your hair is a bit mussed, clothes wrinkled, and you are extremely aware of Hiragi’s cooling cum streaming down your thighs. That’s just you, though. Your boyfriend might look even more disheveled than you with his blond hair out of place, neck still flushed pink, pants stained darker over his crotch and thighs from your squirt.

It’s worth it when you run into the little sales associate, though. Just outside of the dressing rooms, as it happens. Her cheeks are red, and her eyes widen when she takes both of you in.

“Did—ehem—did anything fit?” she asks, forcing an unconvincing grin.

“Oh yeah,” you answer with a sugary smile, “we found something that fit perfectly.”

“Good! Glad to hear it.” She doesn’t bother to mention that neither of you are holding any clothing.

“Yeah,” Hiragi nods toward her, grabbing your hand and leading you away while calling over his shoulder, “thanks for all your help.”

[velvateen]

pleeeasseeee can i get some more luffy? i love how you write him 🥺

ive grown so used to you somehow - luffy x reader fluff

YESSSSS i forgot how to read and write but im back!!!

fluff, gn reader!! no warnings, just luffy being sweet af, same old same old

Ripples of hushed laughter slipped past your split lips as you tried your best to keep hushed, two warm bodies against the dark backdrop of the night. Nighttime at sea was always eerily dark, which made the stars stark in contrast to the seamless meeting of sky and sea. It was late, the sweltering summer day cooled pleasantly by the setting of the sun. Occasionally a warm breeze would threaten the flame burning in the lanterns holding the blanket down below you, but you didn’t pay it much mind.

“Even when I do this?” Luffy warped his face into some impossible expression, causing you to slap your hand across your mouth as you fought another laugh.

You were breathless as you nodded, “Yes, I still think you’re cute when you do that face.”

“Hey, come on, I wanna hear it!” he reached to pull your hand down before you slapped his arm in protest.

“Okay,” you whispered, “Seriously, stop, we’re gonna wake everyone up,” your tone was hushed buy the sincerity of your words dampened by the laughter cracking through. It didn’t help that his smile was so infectious, his face so warmed by the soft lantern light.

You both caught your breath, lungs exhausted from hours of laughing, and a deeper silence filled the space as it always has the tendency of doing.

You sighed, and as you looked back at Luffy to catch the traces of laughter residing in his eyes, you found he was looking right at you too, gaze unwavering.

You cocked your head, “What?” He mimicked your action, smiling as you saw eye-to-eye again.

“You’re so pretty!”

You lolled your head to the other side. “So are you!”

His smile cracked his face in two as he giggled, “I mean it!”

You sat up straight, and he followed, “What makes you say that now, though?” You didn’t realize that he’d scooted closer to you until he started speaking again.

“I always say it, don’t I?” He leaned a tad closer, bottom lip tucked into his lips, the smile never leaving.

“You do, but I’m wondering what exactly do I do that makes you say it?” He’s getting really very close now, you think.

“Hmm,” he makes a show of putting his fist on his chin, scrunching his eyebrows. You laugh, touching his forehead to make the faux frustration ease away.

“You do that!” He grabs your wrist and pulls it to rest in his hand, gently lacing his fingers with yours.

“Do what!?” Your eyes widen, searching desperately to understand what exactly he’s gunning for.

“Little stuff, like just now,” his thumb starts to rub circles into your hand, “you make me smile when you laugh, and how you like when I’m making stupid jokes,” he presses into your palm, a motion that calls you to look into his eyes, away from where he’s holding you.

“I just like being around you, and how you make me feel, and I like to look at you while you do those things. You make me better.”

The heat in your cheeks is enough to tell you that you’re blushing like crazy and, with a sweltering smile, you look away.

a/n HELLO thank you for the request sm i loved writing this it was so damn cute!!! please send in more ideas and i will try my best to fulfill them! sorry for falling off the face of the earth (one year closer to my bachelors degree) 😼🏄‍♀️💪

ALSO title from the lyrics of “lovesick blues” by hank williams hehehe

[starryeyedjanai]

counting the days till i'm coming home

lake monster steve fic steddie | Explicit | part 1 of 4 | read on ao3

The first time Eddie stumbles across the monster in Lover’s Lake is right after he fails senior year for the second time.

He doesn't know it’s the monster everyone talks about at first—because no one has ever really seen it.

People only talk about how there’s something in the lake, something that sometimes pulls people under, something that’s been there since before Eddie was even born.

He’s sitting at the edge of the lake—just watching it ripple, thinking about how he’s probably going to be stuck here, in Hawkins, for the rest of his life—when he sees something moving out of the corner of his eye.

His head snaps over to look—because for as long as he’s been coming out here to Rick’s, he’s never seen anyone in the lake.

But there’s someone in there now.

This guy, he’s almost ethereal looking—smooth tan skin, hair slicked back from the water.

“What are you doing in there?” he asks before he can stop himself.

The boy looks up at him, his eyes lighting up. He swims over to Eddie—he’s fast, probably faster than anyone on the swim team even.

“Hi,” he says after he stops a handful of feet in front of Eddie.

“Hi,” Eddie says, almost breathless.

He’s even more gorgeous up close, with his full mouth and doe eyes and moles dotting his face and neck and shoulders.

“What are you doing in there?” he asks again.

“What do you mean?” the boy asks.

“People say there’s a monster in the lake. You should be careful.”

A smile tugs at the boy’s mouth as he says, “People say a lot of things. But nothing’s ever happened to me when I swim here.”

Eddie nods. People say all kinds of shit, so he isn't surprised that the monster in Lover’s Lake is probably just a myth that got repeated too many times.

“I’m Eddie,” he says, wondering where this guy came from. He doesn't recognize him from school—he’d remember a face like that—so he must be visiting relatives or something over the summer.

“I’m Steve,” he says, drifting a little closer. “You should come in the water sometime. It’s nice.”

Eddie smiles. “Maybe sometime. Not exactly dressed for it right now though,” he says, a little ruefully, looking down at his jeans.

He kind of wishes he had the confidence to strip down to his briefs and dive into the water, feel its cool touch on his overly warm skin. He’s been sitting out here a while now—and now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember hearing a splash when Steve got into the water. He must have really been distracted by his thoughts.

Steve shrugs and wades back further into the lake. “I’m here all the time, so if you ever decide to come in, I’ll find you.”

Those words haunt Eddie after he leaves the lake, after watching Steve disappear under the surface and not seeing where he popped back up.

He sees Steve in his dreams that night, whispering the words I’ll find you over and over as he reaches out as if to touch Eddie, but the touch never lands on him. He spends the entire dream craving that touch, wanting it, but never getting it—just listening to him tell him he’ll find him.

He wakes up in a daze, thoughts only on the boy in the lake—his voice, his hair, the way his skin looked in the sunlight.

He slips a hand in his boxers and he isn't surprised to feel how wet he is. The dream was confusing and weird, but craving someone’s touch isn't new.

There have only ever been a handful of guys here in Hawkins that he’s been attracted to, but he’s always only ever crushed on them from afar. There’s no way he’d risk the wrath of some backwater jock by hitting on him.

There’s something alluring about Steve though, even though from what little Eddie’s seen of him probably suggests that he’s also a jock. But he’s not from here. There’s something about that that makes it less scary, thinking about approaching him, asking him if he wants to fool around.

Worst thing that could happen is that he gets the shit kicked out of him and can't go to Lover’s Lake for the rest of the summer. But Steve will be gone back to wherever he came from come September. A guy like him has probably got plans for college already neatly lined up, swimming scholarship or whatever sport he plays that makes him almost inhumanly fast in the water.

So he thinks about it as he touches himself. Thinks about going back to the lake and finding him there, waiting for Eddie.

I knew you’d come back, he’d say when Eddie dove into the lake.

Eddie imagines being brave enough to wade close enough to feel the heat of Steve's skin.

He’d say something like I came back for you or something equally as cheesy.

Eddie fucks two fingers into his cunt, the palm of his hand grinding against his dick as he thinks about Steve reaching out just like in his dream, but this time actually touching him.

He thinks he’d probably gasp at the first touch of Steve's fingers grazing his skin, touching his tits, thumbing at his nipples.

His breathing picks up as he thinks about Steve's hand slipping between his thighs, touching him like he’s touching himself now.

Maybe he’d spin him around and let him feel the expanse of his chest pressed against his back as he touches Eddie’s dick with deft fingers.

He’d press them tight together so Eddie could feel how hard he is for him, just for him.

Maybe he’d take him like that, right there in the lake for anyone walking by to see. He’d press inside him, stretching him out on his cock until Eddie's eye crossed from the pressure building inside him.

Maybe he’d turn Eddie's chin with his free hand and kiss him, slow and deep as he fucks into him from behind.

Eddie comes with his fist pressed against his mouth to keep the noises from spilling out as he clenches around his fingers, riding it out.

He sinks boneless into his sheets, still thinking about warm brown eyes and big hands all over his body.

chapter 2

[itoshiexx]

pretty

synopsis: when your insecurities get the best of you, rin comes to the rescue to make sure you know you're so much more than pretty.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 845 | warnings: established relationship, slight hurt/comfort, insecurities, i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but reader is implied to wear makeup, suggestive at the end!!, aged up characters

notes: it’s me, hi, i'm the problem it's me! i'm back with this idea i had while i was trying some clothes. kinda hate how this turned out but whatever, i'm sad

masterlist part 2 (nsfw)

you never really took long to get ready. it was one of the reasons rin loved you so much: you were practical with your outfit and your makeup, and very good at managing your time. for someone as the young itoshi, who screamed practicality, you were a perfect match.

it is why rin is standing up from his place on the living room’s couch, sprinting towards your shared bedroom — to understand why you are taking so long. if you don’t leave soon, you might be late for your dinner reservations. 

entering the bedroom door, rin spots you easily. you are standing in front of the mirror, with nothing but your underwear on, staring at your reflection with a lost gaze.

he decides he doesn’t like this gaze on you.

“what’s wrong?” his question seems to break you from whatever stupor you were in; his bluntness catching you off guard in an unusual manner, since you were used to your boyfriend’s direct nature.

rin is met with silence. your lips part and close several times, but nothing comes out. his brows furrow, and he takes a few steps inside to take a closer look to you. 

your hands are wandering through your skin — from the plush of your thighs, your hips, the curve of your waist, stopping at your tummy. then, they move further to your ribs, chest, shoulders, up until your neck. 

it’s like you’re analyzing something, although rin can’t quite pinpoint what it is. he could almost say you’re admiring yourself, if not for the slight furrow of your brows and the crisp on your lips.

“do you… do you think i’m pretty, rin?” 

your voice is so small it scares him for a moment. he wasn’t expecting such a question. nevertheless, rin takes a few more steps until he’s right behind you in the mirror, and his arms find home in your waist in a tight embrace. you shiver feeling the material of his white button up shirt against your bare skin. 

you feel his scrutinizing gaze from over your shoulder, and you have to fight the urge to hide. it’s silly, and you know; because you never have to hide from rin. he has seen you, all of you, way too many times. 

but there’s just something about this moment that makes you feel so little and so insecure, because the stupid voices in your head keep telling you bad things about yourself. and you also know that they are just intrusive thoughts, and that you shouldn’t listen to them, but right now it’s really fucking hard. 

“pretty?” he repeats, a little breathless. his eyes wander through every bit of you, like he’s trying to commit to memory. “you’re asking me if i think you’re pretty?”

you shake your head. “forget it, i shouldn’t have asked—”

“love,” rin interrupts your rambling, “you are so much more than pretty.”

you blink a few times, unsure you heard him right. rin’s hold on you tightens. 

“you are beautiful.” he rests his chin on your shoulder, still staring intently at your figure. “you are… god. you’re breathtaking.”

he leaves a featherlight kiss on your neck, and you can’t help but feel incredibly shy under his strong gaze. rin stares at you as if you are the most beautiful creature that has ever landed on earth, like some sort of divine being that came from the heavens to bless every human lucky enough to deserve to cross your path. probably because, to him, that was exactly what you were.

and rin was the luckiest of them all, for he was the one who you chose to call “lover”, the one that could spend every minute of his existence by your side, bathing in your glow, basking in the warmth of every one of your smiles. 

he was the one that could feel the texture of your skin beneath his fingertips and worship your body like some kind of temple, giving all the love it deserved. and if you were asking him that question, well… then maybe he wasn’t worshiping you enough. 

“baby,” his right hand leaves your waist and trails all the way to your shoulder, where he leaves another kiss. “look at me.”

you shake your head no. you miss the way his expression turns pained. “please?”

you sigh. you’re such a goner for itoshi rin. and he knows that anything he asks in that tone will be granted. so, albeit hesitantly, you do what he says, and meet his gaze in the mirror. 

the small smile he gives you is enough to send your heart into a frenzy, giving you those stupid butterflies in your stomach that always appear when it comes to him.

“you are everything good in this world,” he says, like it’s the truth, like it’s all he’s ever known.

then, gently turning you around to face him, he grips your waist tightly and brings his face impossibly close to yours, until your noses are touching and his lips are hovering above yours.

“and i will show you just how much.”

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[hearts444karma]

Hi hi hi!! How are you? Hope you're doing well.

Soo, its almost been a year since Krisis debut, and i remember how my first impressions were totally overturned. So i was thinking: what if they are a totally different person in bed?

Ex: Vanta might seems a dom but what if is the most whiny bottom of all? Or Wilson a rough Top with a praise kink or Zali a soft Dom who likes dirty talk?

I was kinda curious but feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write it.

Thank you so much and wish a good day/evening/night 👋 (sorry for the bad English, I'm still learning)

💌 : ITS BEEN SO LONGGG RNSNAISDN IM SO PROUD OF THEM <33 this idea is amazing and so fun to create!!!! ILOVEKRISIS123!!! your english is amazing, no worries!!

vantacrow bringer

vanta might be the life of the party and full of confidence outside the bedroom, but once things get intimate, he's a mess.

he turns into the ultimate needy sub, constantly begging for attention, touch, and validation. "please, babe, dont stop! i need it so bad!" is his mantra.

loves being teased endlessly and will pout if things don't go his way, giving those wide, pleading puppy-dog eyes.

loves being restrained; not because he enjoys being helpless, but because it forces him to lean into his vulnerability. he'll tug at the bonds while looking up at you with teary eyes

despite the whining, he secretly loves being edged and overstimulated, making every little sensation feel 10x more intense.

super vocal. he's the typre to make the loudest, most desperate noises that leave you blushing if the walls are thin. if you try to quiet him? he whimpers even louder, muttering, "but i can't be quiet!"

his favorite thing? collapsing in a pile of his mess, whining some more about how he "can't move anymore"

aftercare for him is sacred. he demands cuddles, snacks, and nonstop kisses, claiming "im fragile, okay? you broke me" but the next day he'll smugly brag about how "you couldn't keep your hands off me"

yu q. wilson

wilson's transition from goofy to dominant is instantaneous. one second he's joking around, and the next, his voice drops an octave, and he's got this smirk that makes your knees weak.

his praise kink is unmatched, he'll absolutely destroy you with firm but careful handling and growls of, "you're so good for me, aren't you"

has a knack for finding your weak spots, mentally and physically, and exploiting them in the best way. he'll lean in and whisper, "look at you falling apart for me," with this maddeningly calm tone.

despite the rough edge, he's hyperaware of your limits.

a sucker for reactions. the more breathless or desperate you sound, the cockier and rougher he gets. "that's it. that's what i wanna hear. keep going."

absolutely thrives off leaving marks, but he loves it when you show them off. if you cover them up, he'll tease, "hiding my work? afraid someone might ask what happened?"

post-sess his softer side comes through. he'll pull you into his arms, stroke your back, and murmur things like, "you did so good for me," while making sure you're hydrated and comfortable

vezalius bandage

romantic and caring as ever, but his soft demeanor hides his penchant for filthy talk in bed. "you like when i touch you like this, don't you? tell me exactly how much," he'll say with that calm, coaxing voice that makes you melt.

he's a soft dom through and through, focused on making you feel like the most cherished person in the world while still having you completely under his control.

loves whispering sweet nothings with a dirty edge, making you blush with the contrast between his actions and words.

has the perfect balance of control and care. he'll dominate you with his words and actions but always check in with a soft, "still doing okay, mon amour?" that makes your heart melt.

has a soft spot for hearing you say his name, he'll go weak at the knees if you moan it just right, making his push just a little further to hear it again

aftercare is an extension of his devotion. he'll clean you up, hold you close, and tell you how much he loves and adores you. "you're everything to me, you know that right?"

[etfrin]

god okayokay

reader is dewey and gale's daughter and apart of the "core 5" (reader, mindy, chad, tara and sam) and dated amber freeman in the past. though has severe ptsd from what had happened a year ago (and the fact that reader saw her dad die and almost died with him, if it wasnt for the fact that they managed to stable her) and reader killed amber to avenge her father thinking by killing amber brutally would make up for dewey. thought if she hunted down her father's killer, she'd feel better.

present time, she's living with chad and ethan in their dorm. her and ethan are in a relatively healthy relationship, but she never opened up about amber or what exactly happened back in woodsboro because she wasnt ready. in fact, he never even seen her without a shirt on (because of the scars from amber and richie), but once he walked in at the wrong time while she was changing in complete accident (since they share a room) and he apologizes PROFUSELY but he cant help but stare. hes not even disgusted hes just kind of mesmerized by her. she gets insecure abt them and he lays her down and asks her abt them, how she got them. some scars were actually from stupid little things like slipping on a skateboard while carrying around a knife in a sheath that wasnt secured all the way so reader started carrying around switchblades after that (which she used to kill amber.) but he cant help but kiss them and tell her abt how beautiful she looks with them. so im just saying switch virgin! ethan and switch experienced reader (lost her v card to quinn first staying there but its a brief thing and isnt mentioned after that) just really soft sex between the two, ethan being a caring bf and after, realizes hes fucked up because hes genuinely fallen heads over heels for the girl he should hate. he knows he cant kill her, so now he doesnt know whats more important; avenging richie or being with the one he loves. choosing between his family, or choosing a life he wouldn't have with anyone else with someone that he loves more than life itself.

may had of gone overboard but im in love w this whole idea

↳❝Scars | Ethan Landry❞ˎˊ-

Warning - NSFW | p in v sex, fingering (f. receiving), creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), loss of virginity (Ethan), mentions of murder, scars and Ghostfaces. | lmk if I forgot anything!

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

A/N: okay so this was supposed to be a drabble then it was suddenly 1.6k words (don't ask me what happened), I hope whichever one of you requested this likes it, I TRIED I PROMISE and here's the link to request!

virgin! Ethan Landry x female! Reader

Ethan didn't ask about the scars for a week.

He didn't act any different despite seeing the ugly healed-up wounds all over your skin. Despite some of them being from playing around, most were from your fight with the Ghostfaces.

You thought he would be disgusted when he first saw them, the one second before he had closed his eyes, but there was no visible disgust on his face. Only concern.

And he had apologized so much that you practically pitied him.

Even now that you were on his lap, your lips tangled with his in a heated kiss. His hand on your nape, another hand on your hip. He hadn't ventured far yet, being as respectful as he could be.

All the while you felt yourself getting needy for his touch. After another heated kiss, you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips. Ethan's face was flushed with a crimson red, breathless from the kiss.

The hand on your hip went near the hem of your shirt and you felt yourself tense. "Can I?" He asked softly. You give him a nod, anticipating this time, he would feel disgusted. That he would leave you heartbroken.

He took off the shirt, his breath caught in his chest as your scars came into view.

The gashes were all over your skin. White healed tissue tinged with pink. "How?" He lets out a choked whisper. "Would you mind telling me how?" He said, again, his eyes looking into your so tenderly with no hint of disdain.

Taking in a deep breath, you nod and begin to tell your story, everything from your father dying and you killing Amber to get revenge, for the wounds you got from the fight. Everything.

"I know they aren't the prettiest to look at," you whispered, "I know I understand if you don't want to stay with m-" "Don't even finish that sentence," Ethan interrupted.

"Don't," he said in a firm tone, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with tears even if they didn't fall, he pulled you in for a hug. "You went through so much," he whispered, his voice filled with emotions, filled with care and love.

"Let me take care of you, they're not pretty but they're a part of you and I love these scars just as much as I love you." He said you felt yourself nearly getting to tears as well from his words but held yourself back.

"Okay," you whispered, "Take care of me."

And that's how you end up under him, bare for his lips to kiss all over your scarred skin. You let out encouraging purrs as his kisses travel down from your neck to your collarbone. A small cut was there due to negligence while handling knives. He licked the edges of the scar. You sighed as he continued to worship your body.

He finally reached your torso, and a huge gash was there. He had stopped kissing your skin now, staring at the pinkish tissue that was a huge contrast against your skin.

'Now,' you thought to yourself, 'He's gonna realize that you're just not worth it, not with all the baggage and the scars on your skin that come with it.'

"I wish I could kill them," he whispered, his lips brushing against the scar. His words made you melt because it was tinged with truth. There was no doubt in his mind that he would kill them if he had the chance.

He pressed wet kisses onto the scar, making you let out a small sigh. He then crawled on top of you again. His voice was filled with nerves as he whispered, "I have never done this before."

You cup his face with both of your hands and pressed a small kiss on his forehead. "I have," you whispered, you had lost your virginity to Quinn so you were at least aware of what you liked or not.

"I could teach you," you offered, "Figure out what we like or not together." His doe eyes fill with relief and he gives you a smile as an affirmation.

"I would love that," he said, leaning down for another kiss as his hand traveled down to your soaked panties. He lets out a gasp into your mouth as he feels the material cling to your fold.

He panted, "Oh- you're so wet. Is that all for me, darling?" The way he asked made your cunt clench, so breathless and in wonder. "Yeah, E," you whine as his fingers glide on your clothed pussy, the slight friction making you gush out more juices.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, and you nod. He slides down the panties, and throws them on the floor, making a mental note to take it for himself later.

He pressed his fingers to your folds, sliding them across your cunt until the tip of his finger finds your entrance. You let out a small gasp, feeling yourself clench. "Can I?' He whispered, and again you nod. "Go ahead, E," you whispered.

The first digit enters, making him whimper about how tight you are, and how warm your insides feel. Your inner walls pulsate around the single digit.

He pumps the digit in and out before his index finger also joins. A whimper escapes your lips as your pussy stretches to accommodate his digits. "Is it good?" He asked, the nervousness mixed with heat in his tone.

"Perfect," you assure him, "Just crook your fingers a bit and you'll find a spot, focus on that for me, E." He eagerly does what you asked, his fingers finding your G-spot and pressing into it every time he thrusts his digits inside.

You moan, your hips bucking into his touch. Getting a bit more confidence from your pleasurable sounds, Ethan goes even faster. Your walls begin to pulse with the familiar need to snap the tension that was building but you didn't wanna cum so soon.

"Stop," you whispered and Ethan pulled back immediately with a questioning gaze. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, concerned, "Did I hurt you? I am sorry."

You chuckled, "Nothing like that, my love. I was close…" You bite your lip, hesitating about saying the words that you knew would sound crude, "Wanna cum on your cock for the first time."

His eyes widened at your request. He nods obediently, pulling off his shirt with one hand and taking off his belt so he can slip out from the rest of his clothes.

His cock looked painfully hard with his cockslit leaking pre-cum all over his length. He stroked his cock to elevate some of his own needs.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he whispered, as he slotted his girth near your entrance. His cockhead getting coated into your slick. You shake your head, "I want it, Ethan. So much."

He gives you a nod. He buries his face into the crook of your neck as he slowly slides into your warmth. Inch by inch, his cock stretches out your pussy, your inner walls molding into the shape of his length. He lets out whines as his veins sizzle with pleasure.

You felt his dick pulse and twitch as he whined, "Gonna cum. Gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Your hand goes to his hair to harshly tug at the brown curls. Effectively distracting him from the overwhelming pleasure. "Sushh, baby," you whispered, "It's okay. It's okay." He groans, "Babe…" You hum in reassurance. You make your pussy clench around his dick. Your walls squeezing his cock so suddenly makes his hips jerk into you, his cockhead grazing your g-spot.

You moan near his ear. "Like that," you whispered, "Take care of me."

It took him a few more moments to get used to the vice grip on his cock, the wetness, and the warmth before he began shallowly thrust into you.

He pressed kisses all over your neck, your throat, your breasts. Marking the places near your scars so you can remember this night. Both of you let out noises of pleasure.

He begins to thrust deeper than before as your nails dig into his back and he gets faster as well. Humping into you now, his mind getting lost in the sensation of your velvet heat.

"Am I doing all right?" He whines as his hips keep meeting yours. "Perfect," you moan in reply. His hips begin to snap faster, his thrusts deeper than before, filling you up. You moan louder as you keep getting filled with his cock. Your pussy begins to spasm around his length as the heat fills your tummy.

You were getting close with each snap of his hips. "You getting close, baby?" He moans, his lips now brushing against yours. "Cum on my dick, please, babe!" He begs, as he gets more desperate, his thrusts getting sloppy and losing their consistent pace.

Your free hand goes down to your folds to find your clit. Your thumb rubs fast circles onto the bud. You felt the telltale signs of your climax. Your stomach is coiling, just waiting to explode.

"Please, cum on my cock," Ethan whines again, his lips crashing with yours in a filthy open-mouth kiss. That snapped the tension your body was holding, you moaned into his mouth as your pussy began to squeeze his cock repeatedly. Your cunt milking his cock for all its worth. As soon as he feels your inner walls spasm and contract with a shallow thrust, he begins to cum.

He pants as his cum leaks out, too fucked out to pull out. You were both tired. Both emotionally and physically drained, it doesn't take long for you to sleep.

Ethan lays awake though, feeling the heat of your body beside him. Hearing you breath. He closed his eyes, and an image was in front. In which you're dead and cold.

He couldn't have that. He can't kill you anymore. Not after this. Not after promising forever with you, not after marking you and kissing your every scar.

He would have to choose in the future and he would choose you.

[petertingle-yipyip]

STRANGER (x) - KAZ BREKKER

tags: @beekeepingageissome @shadowzena43 @nikfigueiredo @mp-littlebit @starmansirius @hadesnumber1daughter @directioner5life @strvngestark @hostilityghost @ofmenanduhhhwellmen @justnerdystuffs @faeriepigeons // previously // next

Pairing: Kaz x Davina Rollins (enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 6,837

Summary: War is brewing the Barrel. Alliances are tested, friendships threatened, and morality is pushed to its limits when the wretched Rollins Princess begins to live up to her name.

You and Kaz traded a good amount of blows. You didn’t know how long you two were fighting. 

You were lightheaded from the blood loss, fighting the pain pounding the back of your skull. Your vision was going in and out by way of huge dark spots. The cut at the back of your head had stopped bleeding, but that seemed to make little difference when the self made gash on your forearm, a wide cut on your cheekbone - originally from the Lion but widened by Kaz, your bottom lip, and now your nose were steadily spilling blood across your clothes.

Kaz wasn’t without injuries. He was holding his ribs after you had driven your knee into them several times. His jaw was blossoming with the bruise of your first punch and there was a split on his forehead where you knocked his head against his desk. You also knew his leg had to be bothering him, considering how hard you had kicked at it not long before.

You could feel your body threatening to give out. Your muscles ached, your head pounded, your lungs burned, your vision was growing fuzzy at the edges.

“What?” You panted, throwing a hand against the nearest wall to steady yourself. Kaz took advantage of your break and limped a step back. “You using this as your chance to punish me too?”

“Punish you?” He spat and he made no effort to hide his breathlessness. “What would I be punishing you for?”

“Oh, come off it.” You rolled your eyes. You regretted it, as it accentuated your dizziness. “You know exactly what I mean. My father got your brother killed so you’ll let him kill the closest thing I have to a family. Makes us about even then, doesn’t it?”

He seemed genuinely hurt by your accusation. He didn’t have the thought to hide it and if your own physical pain wasn’t weighing your muscles like lead, you might’ve regretted the words.

“I couldn’t do that to you. Anyone else but you…” He spoke lowly and the pain in his voice was hard to miss.

“But you won’t help me? I didn’t come here because I wanted the Dregs to go to war with Pekka over it. I came here, same as before I hit Dryden and after. I came for you.” You shoved off the wall and forced yourself to stand tall.

“There are some things even I can’t do without Haskell breathing down my neck, Vina.” He explained, daring a weak step closer.

“You wear my ring around your neck and yet you won’t do this for me.”

For a second, you imagined yanking the chain off his neck and reclaiming your ring. His voice cut through the thoughts almost immediately.

“You know I would help you if I could.”

“I think you can. I think you would come to me for my help if it was Jesper or Inej, Nina or even Wylan at risk. And I’d help you, because you’re you and I’m me. Because my mother’s heart lives in me and that blasted thing takes over around you. You told me that it makes me strong, that it isn’t a curse. That’s what you said, isn’t it?”

He nodded quietly, but there was a look in his eyes that you couldn’t place. Whatever you had said - the words didn’t truly process as they left your mouth - had struck some sort of chord with him.

“Well, tell that to Melli!” You shouted, pulse thrumming in your ears. “Tell that to the girl who is captive Saints know where, while Dime Lions torture her, just because she’s mine! Tell that to Kol, who is going to have to heal not only me again but her. Oh, but that’s only if we can find her!”

“Then I suggest you get on it.” He managed and you stood frozen.

“It’s so simple.” You laughed. The sound was mad and you wondered how close to delirium you were. “The Wraith probably saw what happened. She would know where they took her. I’d work the locks, unless they were too complicated, then I’d need you. Kol and Nina would take care of the Lions standing guard. Jesper would help me get her out, and then we’re all on our merry way.”

You hadn’t realized how general of a plan you had concocted on the short walk from the Palace to the Club until that moment. You knew there were a lot of things you hadn’t considered and things you didn’t even know, but plans weren’t exactly your specialty. That was also why you needed Kaz. You needed his head to fill in the gaps, but the stubborn man was refusing.

He stared at you in quiet contemplation. You wondered vaguely what he was seeing. Was he seeing you as you were, a Barrel Boss covered in her blood after fighting for her gang? Or did he see the little girl who he played silly games with, who naively believed her father could do no wrong? Did he see the scar across your cheek that he put there, the shadow of the hood across your face? Or did he see the tangled mess of hair and flushed cheeks from running around your yard together?

You wondered what you would see next time you looked in the mirror.

“Give me a reason, other than Haskell, as to why you can’t.” You dared, moving closer. You stumbled but caught yourself on the edge of the desk. From the corner of your eye, you did notice Kaz took a quick step as if he was going to help steady you.

“And if you don’t like it? Will you fight me until you collapse?” He closed the distance between you two. His hip rested against the desk and his free hand was massaging his leg. You almost felt bad about that kick right about then. “You won’t last much longer if you keep this up.”

You frowned and forced yourself upright. 

Was that a threat? Everything in your body thought so, but that look in his eyes told you otherwise. You’d seen that vulnerable look when he told you the origin of his gloves. He wasn’t threatening you. He was worried about you.

But in your pained state, the Princess of the Barrel was the side that reacted, and she did consider it a threat.

You reached up your sleeve and pulled your blade. Kaz eyed it coolly, as if he had known it was there the whole time. You spun it and offered him the handle, pressing the tip against the center of your chest. He looked at the handle for a moment then to you. You nodded to the knife expectantly but when his hand reached for it, it wasn’t to take it. He pushed your hand down instead.

“If I was easy to kill, you would’ve done it already.” You said plainly as you returned the blade to its home up your sleeve. “I’m going to do what needs to be done to get Melli back, with or without your help.”

“He’ll know you’re coming.”

“What else am I supposed to do?!” You shouted. “She was the first one to join the Snakes! I won’t abandon her to Pekka.”

“And if it kills you? What then, Davina?” He shouted back, a particular edge in his tone.

“Maybe you can take credit for it. Find a way to make Dirtyhands responsible for cutting off the head of the Snakes… Think of your reputation then.”

You turned towards the door and unsteadily made your way out. Jesper wasn’t far from the door and he stayed a few steps behind you, catching you when your feet failed. At some point during your scuffle with Kaz, Jesper had sent for Kol and he was waiting just outside the door.

You thanked Jesper and intended to ask him if he could be of any help getting Melli, but as soon as the damp Barrel air hit your skin, the heat of anger and adrenaline fueling you was sapped from your body. You basically collapsed against Kol.

The next day, you locked yourself in your office at the Rook. Kol had worked on healing you late into the night. The only visible reminder was the scar on your arm. He said a more skilled Healer could’ve done better, or a better Tailor could get rid of it completely, but you didn’t want it gone. The jagged pink line was the reminder of your failure to Melli and until you had her back, you would look at it and know what you would give.

You’d give your skin and blood, your very life if you had to, just to bring her home.

You had been compiling a list of what you knew to be Pekka’s properties. You also marked anything you knew to be unoccupied surrounding his buildings. By the time your little map was marked, you had no idea where to start looking. All you could really say was that she wouldn’t be in the Emerald Palace.

The next day, you spent in the Barrel. Your hood was drawn for most of the day and you were walking a specific path around Pekka’s properties. You kept your eyes open and found a few potential hiding places. A pub that was only open on weekends with an unnamed owner, a hostel with a full wall of keys behind the front desk, a toy shop with a suspicious amount of plush snakes in the window, and an abandoned cafe.

You noted the addresses and went back to the Rook. You started at the Emerald Palace and plotted courses to each location, marking all potential routes.

No matter how you looked at it, the cafe was the closest spot.

We’re coming for you, Melli.

A knock at the door pulled you from your planning. You didn’t look up from the map you were standing over laid out on your desk.

“What?” You called, staring at the circled building.

When you went by the cafe, something about it was familiar. It felt like you had been there before, but the place was abandoned. It seemed like it had been empty for a long time. So why did you know it?

“There’s a-“ Your snake hiccuped. You looked up, kept bothering to hide your annoyance, and stared at a glassy eyed Nik. “Some kid, asking for you.”

“A kid?” Your brows raised. “What kid?”

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “Kinda mousy hair, young, doesn’t look like he belongs here.” He snorted. “Said his name was uh… Wyatt. Or Dylan.” Another hiccup.

“Wylan?”

“Sure.”

“Saints, Nik, are you drunk already?”

“Pffffft.” He waved you off and you dropped into your seat, rubbing your eyes.

“Walk him in. Put Adrin on the door and then go sleep this off.”

He muttered something about you being a bitch and wanting Melli back, but went off to do as he was told. You weren’t disagreeing with him. You wanted Melli back, too.

A few minutes later, in walked exactly who you thought it was. Wylan Van Eck.

“For someone who I’m barely meeting now, your name has come up an awful lot.” You looked over at him. He jumped when the door shut and you almost laughed. Nik wasn’t wrong when he said Wylan didn’t seem like he belonged in the Rook, let alone the Barrel. “Why are you here, Wylan?”

“You know who I am?” He paled.

“More than you think.” You smiled. “I know you’re with the Dregs, but not quite a Dreg. You and Jesper have grown rather close, he smiles a lot when he talks about you. “ Wylan’s cheeks flushed a bright red.

You didn’t mention it. “You’re brilliant when it comes to chemicals and demo.”

“I play the flute, too.” He added shyly.

“Would you believe I draw?”

“You did the pencil sketch in Brekker’s desk drawer.”

You shrugged, not wanting to dwell on whether it was one of the first two you gave him with your ring or the sketch from your delirium. You still wanted to knock out a tooth or two of his, and maybe you would when you finally took your ring back. “There’s certain setbacks I haven’t quite pinned down, but I do know what it’s like to have a wretched father.”

He went white as a ghost and you laughed slightly.

“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.” You winked.

“I am Wylan Hendriks.” He said firmly, though his hands were shaking.

“Of course, my mistake.” You nodded slightly. “Tell me why you’re here, Wylan Hendriks.”

Your eyes went back to the map and that damned cafe.

“I was sent here.” He began.

“By who?”

“He said you would know.”

You glanced up and saw he had inched closer to peek at the map. You motioned him closer.

“Assuming we’re on the same page, why did he send you?” You asked.

You knew it was Kaz. Wylan had no reason to answer to anyone else, though you weren’t really sure he had reason to answer to Kaz to begin with. A friendship there was unlikely considering how gruff Kaz was and how kind Wylan seemed. Regardless, he had Dreg ties. Through Jesper if not Kaz, but the likelihood of Jesper sending him to your aid was unlikely.

Kaz probably even told Jesper to stay away from your fight.

“He said you needed help but wouldn’t tell me what I was supposed to do… What’s at that place?” He tapped the circled cafe.

“My lieutenant, hopefully… Pekka Rollins took her.”

He made a small noise of acknowledgment and leaned closer to the map.

“Tell me, Wylan. How do you think you can help me?” You asked honestly. “Why did Dirtyhands send you?”

“I didn’t think you’d call him that.” He looked back at you. “He made it sound… Nevermind.” He shook the thought away. “What do you need me to do, Davina?”

“I don’t know yet…” You sighed. “I need to-“

A knock at the door drew your attention again. You groaned and cursed to yourself before you made your way to the door. You swung it open and came face to face with Kol and someone with a sack over their head.

“If this is some sort of Ravkan courting gesture, I respectfully suggest you save it for Mel.” You raised a brow. You kept the door close to your body, which was pressed against the doorframe, to keep Wylan out of sight. “Who is it?”

“A Dime Lion.” Kol explained and you went rigged. “I found him lurking outside and heard him asking about you.”

You stepped aside and gestured him in. Kol dragged the man with him and shoved him into an open chair. You came in quick with the rope for his ankles and wrists. Wylan stayed pointedly out of the way while you and Kol secured the Lion, who surprisingly didn’t fight back.

“Who’s this?” Kol pointed to Wylan.

“Wylan Hendriks.” Wylan offered a small wave and you smiled to yourself.

Kol looked at you with raised brows.

“Borrowed demo expert.” You abbreviated the story. “I’ll explain later. Also, I might have an idea where to start looking.”

“Davina Rollins.” The man under the bag spoke and you tensed, reaching for the blade at your thigh. “I’m glad I’m in the right place.”

You nodded to Kol to pull the bag. When he did, you pressed the tip of your blade under the man’s jaw. He blinked at the sudden brightness and you stared at the vaguely familiar features.

“I’ve seen you before.” You admitted. You drug the tip of your blade down to the hollow of his throat. “Where?”

“We knew each other a bit as kids. My dad was Pekka’s right hand man for a while.” He glanced down at your blade then smiled to himself before looking back at you. “I didn’t think this would be the greeting I’d get.”

You put a hand on shoulder and realigned the blade over his heart.

“What about now, hmm? This feels more right to me.” You looked to Kol. “What do you think?”

He lifted his hand and you heard the man under your blade groan. “Seems right to me.”

You glanced at Wylan but he was leaning against your desk, biting at his fingernails.

“Your father served Pekka, meaning you’re a Lion by birth.” You continued, scanning his features for something familiar. As you stared into his eyes, it hit you. “You’re Filip’s son.” You realized.

“Vicente.” He beamed and you pushed off him, allowing your blade to nick the side of his neck and he hissed at the sharp slice. “On second thought, maybe this does make sense.”

“It does, considering I never liked you.” You bit out.

Both Kol and Wylan looked at you expectantly.

“His dad was Pekka’s most dependable Lion. He got in as a legacy and our fathers had plans to keep the Lions on top.” You explained quickly. “We were friends till I found out about something his father had a hand in that killed a friend of mine. I think I broke his nose when I found out.”

“Twice, actually.” Vicente corrected. “And I broke your arm.”

Wylan looked between you and Vicente a few times before settling his gaze on you.

“He looks like he uses a fork for his soup.” Wylan wrinkled his nose and you laughed at the creative insult.

“Just when I thought Pekka had reached his lowest…” Kol shook his head.

“Trust me, that rabbit hole goes very deep.” You made a face before spinning back to Vicente. “What I’m wondering is why he’s showing up now. His father died years ago.”

“Because I know where your friend is.” He smiled and you gripped your blade handle tighter.

“Tell me.” You said firmly.

“I know how many guards. I know what they plan to do to her. I know-“

You moved quickly. You threw a sharp punch to his jaw and his head snapped to the side. When he faced you again, you pressed the edge of the blade against the side of his mouth.

“If you won’t talk, I can start by cutting out your tongue, Vicente.” You warned, channeling every rumor of the Rollins Princess you could. “Then I’ll cut your lips off. Then your ears. And just before you can choke on your own blood, I’ll pluck out those darling eyes of yours and shove them so deep down your throat you’ll be able to see what you are for breakfast… Understand?” You smiled innocently.

“How can we trust him?” Wylan asked.

You turned to face him and he shrugged slightly. He was right.

“We can’t.” Kol said sharply. “None of the Dime Lions can be trusted.”

You turned to Vicente and he shifted under your gaze.

“My tattoo is on my forearm.” He nodded towards his left arm. “Cut it. Isn’t that what you like to do anyway, decapitate the tattoos?”

“And what would that mean to me?” You shrugged. “Those men still serve Pekka so it’s not really getting my point across, is it?”

“Then cut it off. Carve it out. Your Heartrender can keep me alive.”

“Davina.” Kol called and your eyes lingered on Vicente before turning towards Kol. “Can we talk for a moment?”

You nodded and Kol’s hand moved smoothly. You didn’t need to look to know he had sent Vicente unconscious. You crossed the room to stand closer to the boys. You slid your knife away before leaning on your desk beside Wylan.

“This has to be a trap.” Kol began.

“Yeah…” You nodded. “But if he can tell me where Melli is, I’ll gladly walk into it.”

“What if he can’t?”

“They don’t know where I’ve been looking.” You stood and spun around to see your map. You gently pushed Wylan out of the way and turned your map so it was right side up. You pointed at the cafe and stared at Kol.

“This is where I think we start. It’s closest, it’s empty, and something about it feels familiar.” You explained. “What if he tells me I’m right?”

“What if he doesn’t?” Kol asked sadly. “What if he doesn’t know anything and you end up dead?”

“What else am I supposed to do?” You laughed sadly. “I tried going to Dirtyhands for help, so I would have a better plan, and he told me no. I’ll do this on my own, Kol, but that leaves the Snakes with you.”

“He told you no?” Wylan chimed in.

“Why is he talking?” Kol pointed to Wylan.

“I told you, he’s a borrowed demo expert. Wherever I find Melli, that building comes down on top of whatever Lions are left in there.” You explained.

“Borrowed from who?” Kol urged.

“If it’s here-“ Wylan ignored Kol and turned back on the map, tapping the red circled building. “I can take it down without impacting the other buildings too much.”

“What about burning it?” You asked.

“Yeah, there’s a few accelerants I throw together in a day or two.”

“What about…” A wicked idea came to you. “I went to the Crow Club once and was given this hallucinogen. It

knocked me out within a few minutes. Could you manage to make it something like a gas?”

“Sure.” He shrugged.  “I’d need a good amount of the hallucinogen, and it’d take a few days.”

“Davina, slow down.” Kol urged.

You looked up and saw Kol put a hand on Wylan’s chest and pushed him back. You grabbed Wylan’s arm and tugged him to stand behind you. Kol made a face but said nothing and neither did Wylan.

“We don’t know if Vicente is telling the truth.” Kol spoke calmly. “Everything he's saying could just be planted by Pekka to get in your head.”

You knew Kol was right. He was level headed and objective, same way he always was. But the prospect of having a lead was so close, it was hard to resist.

Kol didn’t live with the guilt you did. He didn’t have Jordie’s death on his shoulders. He didn’t have Melli’s kidnapping on his shoulders. He didn’t have Kaz’s trauma on his shoulders.

But you did.

That guilt pounded inside your ribs day in and day out. It clawed at your heart and twisted your stomach into unfathomably complicated knots. It lived in your dreams, sometimes lying to you and showing you another life where everyone was happy, other times it led you to sitting up in a cold sweat as it beat on you.

You couldn’t win against it. You’d never beat it. There was no way you could see where Kaz would forgive you. But you could save Melli. You could beat that guilt.

“You have a choice, Kol.” You looked your friend in the eye. “You can stand with me, trust me to do what’s best, and help me bring Melli home. Or…” You took a step closer. “You don’t. You can stay here and do nothing.”

“Davina...” He didn’t bother hiding the hurt in his eyes. You knew there was venom in your words that you didn’t need, but you wouldn’t take it back. “I care about Melli just as much as you do.”

“Make your choice then.”

He looked over your shoulder at Wylan. You didn’t change your gaze, but you did rest your hand on the hilt of your blade. You thought about Vicente’s offer while the other two men exchanged looks. Whether or not Vicente told you anything worthwhile, you knew Pekka would see the way you would mutilate one of his Legacies by carving the tattoo out of forearm.

“I’m with you.” Kol said firmly. “But how do we know that he actually intends to help and not double cross us?”

“You keep him until you check out his information.” Wylan offered and you turned to face him. “It’s what he would do.” He offered you a pointed look. “But he’s also likely to drop him off a roof after he ran out of usefulness so…” He shrugged.

“I’ll start with the tattoo.” You drew your blade again. “You don’t have to watch this, Wylan.”

“Maybe he should.” Kol said. “That way we’ll know that he’s on our side and he’ll know what you’re capable of.”

Wylan gave Kol a sarcastic expression. You laughed to yourself and gestured for Kol to bring Vicente back. You knelt in front of him and slid your blade under sleeve to cut it apart. You saw the tattoo, the same as all the other Dime Lions, except he had extra embellishments on the crown to show he was a Legacy Lion. Your upper lip curled in disgust when you thought that it was the same tattoo you were meant to have instead of the snake winding across your collarbone.

“Why did you come here?” You asked him. Vicente was quietly looking at you.

“You said it earlier. My dad helped the con that ended with one of your friends dying. I didn’t know their names…” Vicente explained and the tip of your knife waited against his skin. “We were friends, Davina. If I had known what was going on, maybe I could’ve done something for your friends, but I can do this for you.”

You looked over towards Kol and you could see him considering Vicente’s words. He wasn’t convinced the runaway Lion was telling the truth but he was less adamant about the threat of a double cross.

“Losing this tattoo is abandoning the Lions.” You reminded him.

“I know.” Vicente nodded.

“Then you also know Pekka will come after you.”

“I’m planning to leave Ketterdam anyway.” He shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to see Fjerda.”

“It’s frozen and the people are even colder.” Kol spat. “If you wanted out of the Lions, why not come to Davina sooner?”

“I wasn’t convinced it was her. I saw her at the Emerald Palace the night of the show, when she took the stage. She seemed so powerful… Then I was sent to follow her after she left the Crow Club with her friend that night. I was told to-“ He shut his mouth quickly.

“Told to what?” Wylan asked, but all three of you knew what he was going to say.

You dug your knife tip in, starting at the crown. Vicente muffled his groans and Kol came to your side. Wylan started pacing behind the Lion.

“You took her, didn’t you?” You asked. There was an eerie calm in your voice and your eyes stayed on the task at hand. Your free hand gripped Vicente’s wrist while you slowly drug the knife along the tattoo. “You were in a Komedie Brute outfit and you dragged Melli away. Didn’t you, Vicente?”

He groaned again and threw his head back. Kol worked subtly beside you to heal some of the wound under the flap of skin you were removing. You looked up and saw Vicente started to pale. Wylan was chewing his thumbnail as he paced.

“Say it.” You hissed. “Tell me what you did.”

“I grabbed her.” He panted. “It was me. I- I’m sorry. I did it.”

Your free hand slid up and your fingers dug into the open wound. He cried out loudly and fresh blood bubbled out, spewing over your hand.

“Where is she?”

Vicente laughed slightly and you twisted the knife. The movement created a jagged line veering away from the tattoo.

“There’s a little building, not far from the Palace.” He said between heavy breaths. Kol had been healing beneath your blade the whole time so you returned your bloody fingers to his wrist so Kol could close the wound. “It’s abandoned. You’ll know it. It used to be a little cafe. Me, you, and your little friends used to go there and the owner…”

Vicente’s voice was drowned out by your thoughts. You remembered the cafe now. You remembered the owner used to talk stock and trade with Jordie. You and Kaz used to sit on the counter, sipping your drinks and kicking your feet. You drew him and his brother for the first time in that cafe.

You jumped when a hand landed on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw Wylan offering a concerned expression. You simply nodded and went back to flaying Vicente’s arm.

“How many Lions stand guard?” You asked.

“At least six. One stays in the front near the door. One stays in the alley near the back door. Two stay with the girl. Two float around the property.” Vicente rushed to explain as the next wave of pain came.

You peeled the flesh off and dropped it to the floor with a slick thud. You withdrew your blade for a moment to examine your handiwork. The crown was gone, a rough pinky scar left in its place.

You gave Kol a moment to collect his strength before working on the stupid cat.

“How often do they change out?” You asked.

“It’s supposed to be every night at ten bells.” Vicente answered easily. “I can get you in, Davi.”

You slammed the end of your blade against the back of his hand, hearing a snap of at least two of his bones.

“Call me that again and I’ll carve out your heart.” You threatened.

You noticed Wylan took a small step back.

You roughly jammed the blade back into his arm and began removing the inked cat.

“What has he done to her?” Your eyes stayed on the motion of your hands.

“I don’t know. I haven’t been there.” He shook his head quickly. “But I do know… He’s waiting for you to show.”

Your hand froze. Your eyes didn’t raise from the steady blood flow coming from Vicente’s arm.

“For what?” Your voice was a quiet rasp.

You knew. You didn’t need to ask. You didn’t want to hear it, but you needed to.

“To kill her.” Vicente almost sounded apologetic.

You yanked your blade through the rest of the skin and the flap fell to the ground. Your blade clattered beside it. You shoved yourself up and let Kol take your place. Vicente started talking again but you didn’t want to hear it. You slammed your fist against his temple once, twice, three, four times but he was unconscious before the third. You would’ve hit him more but Wylan pulled you back.

“Get what you need.” You told him. “Put everything from that desk-“ You nodded towards Melli’s desk.”- in the drawers and you can work in here. Get me a list of what you need for an accelerant. I’m burning that damned cafe to the ground when this is done.”

Wylan nodded feverently.

You went over to your chair and yanked your cloak off the back. You threw it over your shoulders before digging through your desk drawer for the knife that hid in the sheath. Once it was in place, you grabbed a shoulder bag off the floor. You threw the scraps of Vicente’s tattoo inside before dropping it over your shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Kol asked, still healing your hacking of the ex-Lion’s arm.

You grabbed the blade and replaced it at your thigh.

“I’m going to leave my father a message.” You adjusted the bag. “But I also need to get the poison for Wylan.”

“That means going to the Crow Club.”

“Yes.”

“Should you go to Brekker in this state?”

“I’m not going to Brekker.” You said flatly.

No, you didn’t expect to go to Kaz anytime soon.

“Haskell poisoned me. It’ll be in his things.” You said.

“You’re going for Per Haskell?” Wylan didn’t bother keeping the surprise out of his voice. “Jeez, Davina, are you sure?”

“Wylan, dear, do you question him like this?” You challenged lightly.

“Yes.” He nodded. “When he plans something stupid, yes, I do.”

“Then save your questions for him. Question me again and I’ll knock you on your ass.”

“He’s trying to look out for you.” Kol cut in. His work with Vicente was finished so he stood to face you. “Saints know you’re not listening to me.”

“I’m sorry. Did you want to get that tainted kvas? Did you want to throw this slab of skin at Pekka’s feet? Did you want to confirm what Vicente just told us?”

Kol only sighed.

“Exactly.” You nodded. “Keep this place running. Get Wylan what you can. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“No mourners…” Wylan mumbled.

“What?” You sighed, exasperated with the back and forth.

His eyes were wide with surprise that you had heard. “The Dregs say it. No mourners, and then the other person says no funerals. It’s a good luck thing, I guess.” He explained.

“Melli and I would tell each other to blink last and die tomorrow.”

“Same thing, I guess.” Wylan smiled nervously.

You nodded and flipped up your hood before heading out.

No one stopped you on your way out the Rook. Once outside, you fell into the shadows of the alleys. You moved with the flow of the crowds when you couldn’t avoid it and you finally stood across the way from the Emerald Palace. You scribbled a note on the paper you found in the main pocket and held it tightly in your fist.

KEEP YOUR MEN ON A LEASH OR I WONT BE SO NICE. NEXT TIME ILL BRING THEIR HEAD -D 

You read over the note and paused. What the hell were you supposed to do with Vicente now? You could see him off to Fjerda, just to make sure he didn’t double cross you. You could also just kill him, but something about killing a man just in case he was going to betray you didn’t sit right. Maybe you’d just hand him to Dirtyhands with a note saying ‘Filip’s son, enjoy!’ and be done with it.

You shrugged it off, deciding to figure it out later.

You glanced up and found the window of Pekka’s office. You could vaguely see a body moving back and forth, and you had to swallow the urge to cut every Lion’s throat until you got to him.

You pulled your hood down and went into the building across the way. It was a small, beaten down yet oddly popular inn. It had enough floors to get you even with your father’s office to either throw it through the window or even with the roof to get you space to jump. Enough of the buildings in the Barrel were crooked and practically leaning on each other that even without the Wraith’s grace, you’d manage the trip.

“Oy!” The man at the desk called. “Wha’ do you think you’re doin’?”

You forced a smile and your best Kaelish accent. “So sorry. I’ve got a cousin, said she’s stayin’ here on one of the upper floors. See, I’m visiting from the Isle and I’ve got some treats here for her.”

“Somethin’ seems to be leaking.”

You feigned confusion and glanced down. The blood was beginning to seep through. “Oh no! Must be the berry tarts I brought. Don’t worry, mister. I won’t let it stain your floors.”

He grumbled something but waved you off. You didn’t stick around and made your way up the stairs. When you got to the floor that was the same as Pekka’s office, you walked the length of the hall in either direction. There was no window. You frowned and continued up the stairs.

You replaced your hood and slid the note back to your pocket. You climbed to the next roof and slid down the angled roof until hitting the next. You had to climb a ladder for the next building then found a building slanted enough that you could get across the way. You frowned again and heaved a heavy sigh.

“Of all the times to envy the Wraith…” You murmured and glanced down.

It wasn’t necessarily a long fall, but it wouldn’t be a soft landing. The ground of the Barrel was rough stone, worn by foot traffic and jagged from the various bullets and blades it took on a nightly basis. You asked the Saints to help your jump, and prayed you had built your body up enough to survive the fall.

You sucked a deep breath and made the jump. You rolled across the roof in a clumsy landing, but once you stopped on your back, you laughed in relief. You were just glad to have made it.

You made your way back to the roof of the Emerald Palace. Carefully, you dropped to the balcony outside your father’s office. You peeked inside and saw he had left. You took the chance and pushed on the window. When it didn’t budge, you fumbled for your picks. They weren’t up your sleeve or in any pockets.

You muttered a quiet curse before drawing the smaller blade from under your cloak. You wedged it between the two panes and pressed on it until you heard the crack of the lock snapping off. You winced at the sound and froze, waiting until someone showed up. After a few moments of nothing, you kept moving.

You pushed the window open and tossed the sack onto his desk. You reached into the pocket and flung the folded note, watching it spin in the air and land a few inches to the side of the bag. Then you hung off the edge of the balcony for a second before dropping into the alley.

Next was your inspection of the cafe. The memories made you sick as you approached it. You saw a figure hunched in the alley and you thought briefly if you had noticed him your last time by. If you did, you probably brushed it off as a homeless man. Then you saw a figure pass by the window near the front counter. You also saw the old signage with fake stock prices still written on it.

The hatred burned in the pit of your stomach and you could taste bile in your mouth.

You forced yourself to stay a few moments longer, hoping to catch a glimpse of Melli. Hoping for some sign she was still alive. When one of the Lion’s almost caught you staring, you left.

Enough of Vicente’s information checked out so you assumed the rest would too. At least six Lions prowled the abandoned building, six Lions held your near-sister hostage.

Six Lions would die and six more tattoos would find your father’s desk.

Wretched little girl.

You’d show them just how wretched you could be.

Your last stop was the Crow Club. A different Dreg was on the door so you simply smiled and headed in. It was a lighter crowd during the day but still busy enough that you didn’t quite stick out. You scanned the floor and didn’t see Kaz, Jesper, or Haskell.

You made your way around, listening to chatter and hearing one of the Dregs mention that Haskell was out of the building for some card game. They nodded towards a side door as he talked and you smothered the smile.

They didn’t even realize how easy they were making it for you.

You made your way to the office and gently shook the handle. You rolled your eyes to yourself when you found it locked. You drew your small knife against and slid it between the door and the frame. It clicked open and you slipped inside unseen.

Haskell’s office was a mess.

You frowned at the unorganized stacks of papers and tipped glasses. You carefully stepped around the mess and found the shelf of liquor in the back. You passed over the ones you didn’t recognize and found two bottles of potentially kvas.

You lifted the first and used your blade to pop the top. You sniffed the contents and it seemed normal. You did the same to the second and a chill went down your spine at the familiarly sweet smell. Goosebumps erupted across both arms and you knew you found it. You snapped the top back on and slipped the blade into its sheath.

You wished you had a second bag but decided keeping both arms under your cloak was your best option. You hurried back to the door and cracked it open. No one seemed to notice so you slipped out and shut it quietly behind yourself.

You cradled the bottle in your arms and were heading out. You cradled the bottle in your arms and were heading out. You didn’t get very far when that familiar cane blocked your path. You reframed from rolling your eyes as you traced the stupid stick back to its owner.

Kaz frowned at you and nodded towards his office. You glanced at the door but Kaz grabbed your arm and dragged you with him. You yanked your arm free, nearly dropping your prize in the process, and stared daggers at his back while you followed.

“Saints help me.” You mumbled to yourself as you went up the short set of steps.

[pepi1989]

Hey there ❤️💃 love your stories! Ben’s been my fav for a while now and his stories? *chefs kiss* So fun and sweet, I absolutely love the slightly angsty one AND cuddly sweet ones 🥰

And it got me thinking and lost in daydreaming… how about a Ben one where tennisplayer! reader TM is mad at him, like seriously angry at him because he messed up for whatever reason and he works hard to get reader back?? Is that weird??

PS: also super happy everything went well with your surgery!

Hi babe! Thanks for the love 💖 I’m so happy you’ve been enjoying the stories!! And thank you so much for the kind words, everything’s going great now 💕

Making Amends - Ben Shelton

It’s not like I go around comparing myself to her. She's his ex, sure, but she was supposed to be out of the picture. And I didn’t mind when her name came up, Ben’s past is his past, just like mine is mine. But today, when I found out why he wasn’t there at practice? That was different.

We had a session planned, something fun, just the two of us hitting on the courts before the next tournament. I’d been looking forward to it all week. It’s our thing, the way we connect beyond the relationship stuff. So when I showed up, racket in hand, only to find out he wasn’t coming, because he was with her?

That stung.

I didn’t even want to know what he was doing with her. Something about helping her move, or some other lame excuse. But all I could hear was that he dropped everything for Olivia without even bothering to let me know. And suddenly, I’m the last priority.

My phone buzzes again. I glance at the screen.

Ben: Please just talk to me.

I chew on the inside of my cheek, fingers hovering over the screen, unsure if I should finally give in and answer. I’m so angry, but at the same time, the silence between us is starting to feel unbearable. We’ve never gone this long without talking.

Before I can stop myself, I hit “Call.”

The phone rings twice before he picks up, voice breathless like he’s been running.

“Y/N?” His voice cracks a little when he says my name, full of hope and worry.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my voice low but sharp. I don’t waste time on pleasantries. There’s no point. “Why did you blow me off for her?”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end, just long enough to make my heart sink. He’s searching for the right words, but I’ve already run through a thousand things in my head, and none of them make me feel better.

“I didn’t blow you off,” he says finally. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then explain it to me, because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly like that.”

I hear him exhale deeply, like he’s trying to calm himself down before he speaks. “I know it looks bad, and I’m sorry I missed practice. But Olivia needed help, and I thought it’d be quick. I should’ve told you. I should’ve texted-”

“You should’ve,” I cut him off. “But you didn’t.”

He’s quiet again, and I can picture him, running his hand through his curls the way he does when he’s stressed. “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it,” he says softly, “because Olivia doesn’t matter. She’s just someone I used to know. I didn’t think you’d care.”

That’s what gets me.

“I do care, Ben. I care when you blow me off without a word. I care when you don’t even think I deserve to know where you are.” My voice cracks, the frustration and hurt all bubbling to the surface. “I care when you make it feel like she’s more important than me.”

“I swear, she’s not.” He’s quick to reply, panic creeping into his voice. “She’s not. It was just… bad timing. You know I’d never choose her over you.”

“I don’t know that,” I say, my throat tight. “Because it feels like you did.”

He breathes out a curse, and I can tell he’s pacing now, probably somewhere in his apartment, trying to figure out how to make this right. “I messed up, I know I did. But please believe me, I was just trying to be helpful. That’s it. There’s nothing going on with Olivia.”

I close my eyes, leaning back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. His voice sounds so sincere, but my mind is still spinning, replaying all the ways he didn’t choose me today. All the moments he could’ve told me and didn’t.

“What do you want me to say, Ben?” I ask, my voice quieter now, the fight starting to drain out of me. “That it’s okay? That I’m fine with this?”

“No.” His voice is firm, but gentle. “I don’t want you to just say it’s fine. I want you to tell me how I can make it right.”

I let out a shaky breath, pressing my fingers against my temple. “I don’t know.”

“I’ll do anything,” he says quickly, his voice softening. “I’ll make it up to you. Cancel whatever plans I have, make sure I never do this again. Just don’t shut me out, okay?”

I can hear the desperation in his voice, and for a moment, I wonder if maybe I’m being too harsh. But then I remember the empty courts, the way he didn’t show up for me today. I shake my head, even though he can’t see me.

“I just… I need some space right now.”

His silence feels heavy, like he’s holding his breath, trying to figure out what to say next. “Okay,” he finally whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll give you space. But I’m not giving up on us, okay? I’m going to fix this.”

I spend the next few days in this weird limbo, trying to sort out my feelings. Ben’s been good about giving me space like I asked, but the absence feels heavier than I expected. I miss him. But every time I think about texting him, that knot of frustration tightens again.

Then, on the third day, I find something waiting at my door.

A bouquet of flowers, wildflowers. There’s a note attached. I hesitate before picking it up, then unfold the paper carefully.

"I know I messed up. I just want to talk, please meet me at the courts? 7 PM. I’ll be waiting. - B"

I run my fingers over the handwriting, my chest tightening. It’s simple, but somehow, that makes it mean more. I know Ben, and I know that when he says he’ll be waiting, he will be, no matter how long it takes.

Part of me is still hesitant, the sting of our last conversation fresh in my mind. But I also know that if I keep pushing him away, I might lose him for real this time. And that scares me more than anything.

By the time 7 PM rolls around, I’m at the courts, the setting sun casting long shadows over the asphalt. My heart is racing as I spot him, standing there with his racket in hand, glancing around nervously. He sees me before I can even step onto the court, his brown eyes lighting up with relief.

“You came,” he breathes, walking towards me.

“I wasn’t sure if I would,” I admit, crossing my arms. “But I guess I’m here.”

He nods, swallowing hard like he’s trying to figure out where to start. “I know I messed up. I know I should’ve told you about Olivia, and I hate that I hurt you. You didn’t deserve that.”

I stare at him, trying to keep my face neutral, even though my heart is aching. “So why didn’t you?”

Ben lets out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t think it was a big deal at the time. But I get it now. I made it feel like you didn’t matter, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. You’re everything to me. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

The sincerity in his voice catches me off guard, and before I can stop myself, the wall I’d built around my heart starts to crumble. I drop my arms, looking down at the racket he’s holding.

“You brought the rackets,” I say quietly.

A small smile tugs at his lips. “Thought maybe we could practice, like we were supposed to. No interruptions this time. I promise.”

I bite my lip, the tension slowly leaving my body. I missed this, him, us, the way we understand each other even in the middle of all the mess. I take a deep breath, letting the last bit of anger slip away.

“Okay,” I finally say, stepping onto the court. “Let’s see if you can keep that promise.”

Ben’s smile widens, and I can tell he’s trying to hold back the excitement as he hands me a racket. “I’ll do more than that. I’ll prove to you I can be better.”

We play for a while, the rhythm of our movements familiar and comforting. Every hit feels like a small piece of the puzzle falling back into place, and slowly, the tension between us starts to lift. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start.

After an hour or so, I’m panting, bent over my knees, laughing as Ben grins at me from across the net.

“You still mad at me?” he asks, his voice teasing, but there’s a flicker of hope in his eyes.

I straighten up, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “I was pretty mad, yeah.”

“And now?”

I pretend to think about it, dragging out the silence just long enough for him to shift nervously on his feet. Then, I smile, really smile, for the first time in days. “I think you’re starting to make it up to me.”

He drops his racket and jogs over to my side of the net, eyes bright with relief. “Good, because I’ve got a lot more making up to do.”

Before I can reply, he pulls me into his arms, holding me tight like he’s afraid to let go. I wrap my arms around his waist, breathing in the familiar scent of him, and for the first time in days, I feel like everything might just be okay again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into my hair. “I’ll never put you in that position again.”

“I know,” I say softly, resting my head against his chest. “I believe you.”

He pulls back just enough to look down at me, his brown eyes full of warmth and love. “You do?”

I nod, smiling up at him. “Yeah. I do.”

Ben grins, that boyish smile I fell in love with, and leans down to kiss me,soft, sweet, and full of all the promises I know he’ll keep.

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‘tis the season | free!

haruka nanase/matsuoka rin/tachibana makoto/yamazaki sousuke x gn!reader | fluff | ~1.2k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the free boys !! i would do anything to do anything domestic w rin like pls let me LEMME AT HIM. anyways, i left ikuya/kisumi/asahi outta this because i could NOT think of anything for them. AND ONCE AGAIN: REIGISA FOR LIFE, I AINT WRITING X READER FOR THEM. pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

nanase haruka actually enjoys watching christmas movies. he likes to make you dinner (mackerel) beforehand and get cozy underneath the kotatsu while you debate which movie you should watch. 

haru always chooses to watch elf, for some reason. you don't know why and he won't say why. but you always end up watching it with haru’s head resting in your lap and your fingers threading through his hair.

“you're laughing.” haru points out during the snowball scene in the movie, a soft smile reaching his eyes and making them crinkle. you raise an eyebrow at him before looking back up at the screen.

“yeah, elf’s funny!”

“i know, that's why i chose it.”

“because you think it's funny? i haven't seen you laugh once, haru!” you ruffle his hair lightly, earning a small whine from him.

“no, because you laugh. and i like it when you laugh. it's nice.” haru says simply, not taking his attention away from the screen. you raise your eyebrows as you look down at your introverted, sometimes emotionally constipated boyfriend.

of course, he's said romantic and sweet things to you before, but it always catches you off guard. his blatant honesty always comes out of nowhere and squeezes your heart till you're breathless. 

you resume combing through his feather soft, raven black hair with your fingers and sigh happily. you're never exactly sure how to respond, but you knew that haru was never one for words anyways.

matsuoka rin believes he's a master at decorating christmas cookies. he stands behind you and tries  to make it romantic by placing his hands over yours while you try to draw cute little drawings on the cookies.

but it really just ends up in a petty argument, much to both your chagrin and your delight. riled up rin is one of your favorite types of rins.

“why are you fighting me so much? i'm literally steering you in the right direction.” rin points a finger at the lopsided christmas tree on one of the cookies. “what is that?”

“christmas tree.” you answer with a shrug, purposely acting with such simple resolve that it made rin exasperated almost immediately.

“why does it look like that, though? it's uneven!” 

“well, it has its own style!” a sly smile spreads across your lips. “looks like you could stand to have some, too.” you inch toward him with the piping bag in your hands, before quickly reaching up and swiping a glob of green frosting across rin’s cheek.

he narrows his eyes at you and grabs a piping bag from the counter, squeezing till some frosting squirts out and hits you in the nose.

this continues on for longer than the two of you would've liked, since now the kitchen and your bodies are covered in red, white, green, blue, and yellow frosting. 

“i'm sorry.” rin huffs stubbornly, taking a wet paper towel and starting to wipe down the counter. “i just wanted the cookies to be perfect.”

you chuckle at rin’s furrowed eyebrows and slide up to him, splaying your hands against his chest while you hug him from behind. “who says they have to be perfect?”

he turns around in your hold, a soft smile relaxing his features. he takes your face in his hands, and you can tell he's fighting the blush that is breaking out across his cheeks. “perfect cookies for a perfect girlfriend?” 

you smile and lean up to press a kiss to his blue frosting speckled cheek. “sweet.” you grin at him, licking your lips.  

“now, let's go get cleaned up, hmm?” rin flashes you a toothy grin before grabbing you, tossing you over his shoulder with ease, and carrying you off to the bathroom.

tachibana makoto is a master at decorating the christmas tree, since he's had tons of practice helping his younger siblings do it. you've not met another man with a better eye for design than makoto. there was one thing that he absolutely could not do, however, which would leave him totally depressed and helpless if he ever decorated a christmas tree by himself. the star.

sometimes he's tall enough to just stand on the tip of his toes and plop the star down, but he likes to get big and majestic trees. and he just can't do it.

he's afraid of the height. although it's a mere six feet up off the ground, which he already naturally is, it's something about getting up on a ladder and falling such a short distance onto the hard ground below that makes his stomach churn.

but, of course, he has you to do this for him!

“okay, ready?” makoto’s arms are encircling your knees and he's squatting below you, ready to lift you up whenever you’re ready. you've got the star in hand, all whites and yellows and gems and sparkles—it's makoto’s favorite thing. his weakness.

“ready whenever you are, mako!” you smile down at him and he hoists you up, holding steady while you situate the star on top of the tree until you're satisfied with the look. he carefully lowers you back down and holds you by the shoulders while you flip the switch to turn on the christmas tree.

the christmas tree glitters and shines in all of its white and gold glory while you and makoto look on in pure joy. he leans down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head and wraps his around around your shoulders, bringing you back to rest against his chest.

“couldn't have done it with you, y/n.” he sighs happily, eyes glowing with joy in the light of the tree you brought to life together.

yamazaki sousuke is way too good at ice skating, like, it should be illegal for someone to be so handsome, so good at swimming, have such a good heart, and be good at ice skating. no one’s good at ice skating! especially not you.

you couldn't really help it, though. you had seen all these ads of this new pop up ice skating rink with an attached rooftop hot chocolate bar in downtown tokyo and you knew you just had to take your boyfriend there. 

you thought it'd be cute to glide around the rink, fingers intertwined with sousuke’s, then stop for some delicious hot cocoa afterward. but instead, sousuke has to carry you back to your shared apartment on his back while you moan in pain. you'd taken a pretty nasty fall five minutes into ice skating, effectively twisting your ankle to hell and cutting the date night incredibly short. 

sousuke sets you up on the couch, a pack of ice underneath your ankle, a blanket spread across your legs, and pillows propping you up.

“here you go, daredevil.” you look up to see sousuke holding a mug out to you, and you take it with a smile. you peer down into the mug and smile up at sousuke with excitement in your eyes when you see what's inside.

“you made hot cocoa?” you asked excitedly. sousuke smiles at you and places a kiss to your forehead before placing his own mug on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“'course i did, you didn't get to have any downtown.” sousuke gently moves your legs out of the way so he can prop them up on his lap, holding the pack of ice against your ankle for you.

“how are you so perfect, sou?”

“perfect for you.” he gives your leg a gentle, what was supposed to be affectionate, squeeze. you hiss in pain and he grimaces. “sorry, sorry!”

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How about some hcs for Miu Iruma, Maki Harukawa, & Kaede Akamatsu?

Miu Iruma

The two of you were completely opposites. Miu was haughty and selfish, while you were kind and selfless. Yet that was exactly what brought you both together.

Miu's horrible personality had isolated her amongst her peers, especially the survivors who she insulted. The others who were left alone would avoid her most of the times. Keebo was someone who didn't avoid her, but could you really count him as a friend of Miu's when she didn't consider him as one?

You were a little light of sunshine, always being there for the mean and sexually charmed Miu. No matter what she did, you just stood there, your calm smile on, as you almost condescendingly spoke to her.

Your friendship was far from normal, nor was it good, but it was the best Miu had ever had. Well, with the limited memories that she had.

At the end of the day, was she really at fault for getting so attached to you? If you didn't want her to cling to you, then you shouldn't have made yourself her only shoulder to cry on.

Miu was haughty, and she was not the nicest person to be around, but when she attached herself to someone, she never gave up on them, and damn it all, she was not letting you leave her sight.

It had come a point where she tried to sleep in the same room as you, but ended up being stopped by one of the kuma bears.

When Miu saw you murder someone, you who was so kind and understanding, there was only one thought in her mind. 'That bitch must have deserved it.'

Miu feared death, but she didn't mind dying, just so you could survive, so she will fabricate evidence to incriminate her, so you would survive.

At the very least, she deserves a night of fun with you before she dies, no?

Maki Harukawa

Here was Maki, caught in a lie before anyone else found out about it. Maki, the one who told everyone she was the ultimate caretaker, and you, the actual caretaker.

In her defense, everyone was idiotic to not have caught on to it sooner. And besides, why did you never confront her before? Why now?

You can imagine her surprise when you extended your hand in friendship to her, hoping that she would one day become comfortable with telling everyone her true ultimate.

You were an idiot. A smiling idiot just like Kaito. One that wanted to dig a part of her that doesn't exist. One that doesn't take no for an answer.

The worst part was, she didn't want you to give up. She never gave a verbal agreement to your friendship, but the fact she never pushed you away should have been enough for you to understand this was her way of saying she didn't mind you around her.

Your sweet words, gentle touches and soft looks often times left her breathless, to a point that she believed she was sick. Maybe someone was attempting to poison her?

Everything were placed in their right places in her mind when she saw Kokichi flirting with you. Of course, it was all a joke, and you laughed along, but that was enough to set a burning rage inside of her.

In that very moment, she wanted to rip Kokichi apart, not caring that that would lead her straight to death.

Only reason she stopped was the fact you smiled at her when you noticed her, and without a second thought, let his side to be near her. Good. That's where you belonged. By her side.

Maybe it was her icy glare, or possessive arm around your waist, but nobody has ever tried to flirt with you playfully or not so much anymore. Everyone knew she put a claim on you. Everyone, but you, of course. But that's alright, she's patient. It comes with her profession.

Kaede Akamatsu

What happens when two cheery individuals are put together? Absolute chaos, of course. To say the least, shuichi had no calm in the days that he spent with you and Kaede.

From the moment you flashed an excited smile to her and explained your ultimate talent, with as much passion as her, she knew that you two would get along perfectly!

The days she spent with you meant so much to her, that she couldn't describe them! You were everything she could have ever wanted. A wonderful friend, a cheery companion and good companion in her search for the truth.

She knew that it was insane to fall in love so quickly, but true love worked in mysterious ways, no?

She, of course, didn't want to trouble you with her emotions! She knew that falling in love in a dangerous situation like this was hard, and didn't want to pressure you! As long as you didn't date anyone else.

Kaede found out a very strange thing inside her, as she started to fall for her. A darkness inside her, as if it lurked from... somewhere else than the memories she had currently. A desire to be remembered by you, by any means possible.

There where moments that she caught herself wondering if maybe hurting you would leave a longer lasting image of her. Maybe if she bullied you, or pushed you on the ground, you would remember her for longer. After all, people remember bad things longer.

Of course, she never went through with it! but a girl can dream, no?

She feared death, oh so much. Who doesn't, right? But in the moment that her slow execution started, and she saw the despair in your eyes, there was only one thought in her mind. 'You'll remember me for a long time now, no?'