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muwapsturniolo · 3 days ago

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I was all over her ⋆.˚ M. Sturniolo

"N-no...No girls or guys...I don't uhh - girls don't really look at me."

⟢No smut, loner!Matt, tiny bit of asshole!Matt as well as angst. Deep convos and vaping, that’s it me thinks

@adornedwithlight for divider!

Pursuit of Happiness

That was the song currently blasting throughout the house of a random person Matt didn’t know.

He had been dragged here by his brother Chris, the younger boy claiming that a girl he was talking to asked him to come and bring people. Matt didn’t know why Chris brought him out of all people—he wasn’t the party type, nor was he a good wingman.

He tried to enjoy the party, he really did, but this wasn’t his style.

The loud music, bodies bumping into each other like sardines in a can, the excessive drinking—he preferred more chill, laid-back settings.

Hence, why he escaped to the bathroom filled with balloons and laid in the tub.

It was a weird hiding spot, but it brought him comfort. Chris didn’t even notice he had disappeared. No one did. He liked to think it was his own superpower.

He let out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes, humming along with Cudi as the balloons lay on top of him like a blanket.

Suddenly, the music got louder for a split second, the door opening and closing as a voice was heard.

“Pee, I have to pee so bad. No more drinks for me, unless it’s an Angry Orchard. I fucking love app—it’s occupied.”

The girl nearly jumped out of her skin, wincing softly as her side hit the corner of the counter.

The two stared at each other, one with wide eyes and the other in annoyance.

“Can you get out?” Matt asked right away. He didn’t mean to be harsh, but he wanted to be alone and not with some random girl.

“Bro, I really have to pee. I damn near made a puddle on the couch. I promise I’ll be quick!” For extra flair and a way to convince him, she clenched her legs together and did the ‘pee dance.’

“Is she being serious?” Matt thought to himself. He let out a huff of frustration and lazily motioned toward the toilet, looking back down at his lap covered in balloons to give her some privacy.

After a few seconds, he noticed the silence in the small space. He side-eyed her and saw her sitting on the porcelain throne with a sheepish look.

“Are you going to pee or…?”

“Sorry... I’m pee shy.”

He groaned loudly and ran his hands down his face in frustration. “Just close the curtain! It’ll help me pretend you aren’t here!”

The boy in the tub yanked the curtain with force, the sound of tinkling immediately being heard. He tried to ignore the sound, thinking about everything else besides this moment.

As he got lost in his head, he missed the sound of toilet paper, the flushing, and the washing of hands.

She went to leave the bathroom, her hand just a centimeter away from the knob, when suddenly, she thought about something.

Matt’s eyes flashed open when the curtain was yanked back, the girl standing tall over him.

“Do you have a vape?”

He sighed as he reached into his pocket for the small device, handing it to her and mumbling to himself. He could have told her no and to get out, but he figured letting a stranger hit his vape for a few seconds wouldn't cause any harm.

Except it wasn't just a few seconds.

The girl smiled and settled down on the floor next to him, hitting the fruity-flavored air and blowing it out.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before she finally spoke, “What are you doing in here away?”

She handed him back the vape, watching as he took his own hit before exhaling.

“Don’t like parties…”

“So why are you here then? And what’s your name?”

For some odd reason, Matt couldn’t answer her question or at least the first half of it. He decided to avoid it altogether, deflecting by asking her the same question.

“What’s your name?”

She smiled at him, her body leaning more against the tub.

“Trouble.”

He raised a brow at the name. He could tell it wasn’t her real name, but in an odd way, it fit her perfectly.

“So, are you going to tell me your name now? Or am I going to have to play hangman to figure it out?” He found himself chuckling softly at her question, the idea of teasing her and having her guess being too good to pass up.

“Guess.”

“I’m just going to call you Blue.”

His brows furrowed at the name. Why would she call him that?

“Blue?”

She shrugged as she plucked the vape from his hands once again. “Yup, Blue. Blue eyes, you’ve got a blue balloon on your lap... plus you give off blue vibes.”

He wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘blue vibes,’ but he took it as a compliment. He takes the time to examine her, processing her choice of clothing and how she looks.

She had on an oversized sweater that was a bit random, between the blue skulls with eyes and the two bands 'Nirvana' and 'Smashing Pumpkins' on it, he didn't know if he liked it or hated it. She paired the oversized sweater with a pair of ripped fishnets and a pair of beaten-up platform Converse on her feet.

Her hair was slicked up into two balls of curls, a few stray pieces hanging down and framing her face.

She didn't look like all the girls attending the party. He didn't mean it in a degrading way, he meant that she was different - in a good way.

"So why don't you like parties?" She asks the question once again, hoping to get a different answer. He already stated he doesn't like parties, and she understood that, but she wanted to know the reason.

Matt shrugs, leaning his back against the wall and propping his legs up in the tub. "Don't know really... I think I like parties but not ones like this. It's too packed, too loud and hot. The music is ok, but I don't even know whose house or party this is."

"Bonnie."

He turns and looks at her with a questioning brow, hoping she will elaborate. "Bonnie, it's her birthday party. I know her, but not that well. Honestly, she's kind of a bitch, but she's friends with my best friend, so I got dragged along. Not complaining though, Bonnie has some good alcohol and-"

Matt watches her as she rambles. He usually hated when people talked too much for no reason, especially when he didn't want to talk. But for some reason, he found her rambles enjoyable. Maybe it was because she was odd herself, maybe it was because she acknowledged his existence and actually sat to talk to him.

"My brother, Chris, dragged me here because he likes some girl and she invited him. He didn't want to come alone, so I was dragged out of bed, and now here I am."

"Who's the girl?"

Matt shrugs and runs a hand through his hair, adjusting his body so he is actually facing the girl on the other side of the tub. "I don't know. if I'm being honest, I really don't care. Chris finds a new girl what seems like every other day, I'm done trying to keep up."

The girl known as Trouble hums in acknowledgment, resting her arms on the rim of the porcelain tub.

"Well, what about you?"

"Well, what about me?"

"Any girl in your life? Maybe guys? I'm not one to judge."

Matt could feel his face getting warm, his eyes darting down at the balloon-filled tub. "N-no...No girls or guys...I don't uhh - girls don't really look at me."

"What do you mean?"

He shrugs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck before resting his head on the edge of the tub, the girl following suit. "I don't know...I think I'm invisible to most people, like they see me, but they don't see me, you know? usually, I enjoy that, not being seen and being able to be alone and with myself, but sometimes it's a curse. You get lonely, but you get used to it... Then when they do see me, it's like I don't match the version of me in their head, I somehow fuck up, so once again, m'left alone."

Silence settles over them for a moment, Matt realizing he rambled and expressed too much, it wasn't something he was used to doing.

" I see you...."

Her soft words cause Matt to turn and look at her, his expression one of nirvana.

Truth be told, these two strangers didn't know each other, they just met and yet, a mutual understanding is had, a connection is being formed - a deep connection.

It seems like time grows slower, the world moving in slow motion as their faces inch closer. The muffled music and voices from the outside created an odd sense of tranquility in the dimly lit bathroom.

There was no urgency in the moment, the two strangers that seemed to be growing closer at an accelerated pace, teetering on the edge as their lips ghosted each other, their breath fanning over the other's face.

Just before their lips could meet, the bathroom door swung open, a guy standing at the entrance. He misses the way trouble and blue jerk away from each other, their eyes wide and hearts beating wildly.

"There you are! I've been looking for you forever. Party is almost over, let's go."

Matt watches with longing as the girl stands up, giving him one last glance as she leaves with the other boy.

After a few seconds, he stands up quietly, the balloons in the tub flying up and spilling over. He moves towards the sink, gripping the counter as he stares at the reflection in the mirror.

He couldn't help but feel a dull ache in his chest, the loneliness settling in once more.

Who was that stranger that came to get her? Was that her boyfriend? If so, why did they almost kiss if she was taken?

Why doesn't he feel bad about the potential kiss?

He sighs and rubs over his face.

They didn't makeout, yet he was all over her.

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satocidal · 3 days ago

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𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭“Smile for the Camera!” - Suguru Geto

Synopsis: one night really does change all - where you meet a hefty porn director Suguru and in the process of misunderstandings, you end up in his office, in the cutest maid suit.

— word count: 4.5k (i am sorry i just dk how to stop and how to start)

— a/n: this had been in my wip for so long lmao - it feels a little rushed to me but i'm also a bit rusty since it's been a while so yes lol @indiewritesxoxo you'd asked for a tag so😭hope you do like

— warnings: MDNI!!Fem Reader!! slightly manipulative! suguru, i tried to make him as gentle as i could; dumbification(?); camera; soft!dom geto; very botched representation of the porn industry; i have nothing against porn actors; masturbation; dressing up; Suguru is bisexual here, so is Satoru; reader has fem clothing; leashes and stuff; humiliation; praise kink: oral (fem rec)

The two men sat pretty and sprawled, Suguru Geto, head director of the freefuckforall website, along with Satoru Gojo, the website's longest running and most loyal actor.

“The industry is getting boring,” Satoru rolled his head, eyes closed, words directed towards his best friend who sat across from him on the couch.

Suguru only smirked, eyes stuck and watching every moving slide with lucrative detail - “I’ve been telling you, start filming sex with men, you already have it - just film it, more money, more opportunity,”

Satoru only giggled to himself - the boyish nature somehow suiting his towering self, "you know i have a different sort of fanbase - full of perverts who like seeing me fill up a cunt,"

He popped in his mouth the last of his grapes, eyes hazy as he looked at Suguru, “besides, what for? To fulfill your wretched fantasies? You already act as half a cuck anyways,”

Suguru snorted along, shutting his laptop then and getting up to stretch, “a. develop a new fanbase then, those who'd like watching you get your ass stuffed, b. someone has to edit and direct, no? Lest you want people to see all the clips where you lie all fucked out - which would fall in common with your new style if you try it,”

The story was so fresh in both their heads - that one time Satoru had been reduced from his cocky self to a pleading and begging mess as the girl rode him - it took a lot of convincing (read: sex and treats) from Satoru before Suguru agreed to keep his ego intact.

Satoru just pouted, reaching over to grab Suguru’s share of snacks - having finished his own, “that was one time - and that girl was such an amateur, just started going at it suddenly,”

“And the might Satoru, the amazing porn star couldn’t take it,” Suguru teased, his voice a low drawl, “but eh, it’s true, i don’t have fun filming the same shit over and over myself - it’s all repetitive,”

“Any new projects then?” Satoru asked, popping a grape in his mouth, Suguru grinned and shook his head - “not for you, but...I’ve got this new chick, she’s cute,”

Satory raised a brow now, “cute like…date cute or cute like new fuck and more bucks?”

“Both,” Suguru grinned, “met her last night, at a party - seemed a little slow at first, she was awfully innocent,” he laughed, and Satoru did too.

“So the corruption kind huh,”

They laughed again.

“I called her for a meeting today, said she had a dream for modelling, wanted a breakthrough in the industry - well, not this industry but..yeah,”

Satoru smirked, “you lied? How’d ya’ get her to agree?”

But Satoru knew all too well how Suguru got girls to agree, especially your kind - a few smiles, a few drinks, a little back story about himself and a little attention sprinkled, as gentle as he could be, Satoru really couldn’t remember any girl who had denied him a second date.

“Didn’t lie or nothin’...just told her i’m a director, we shoot a bit…unorthodox but it is what it is and makes good money, she couldn’t see an issue there,” he laughed.

Satoru did too - it wasn’t a lie, nor the truth.

“When’s she coming?”

Suguru checked his watch, smirked, “15 minutes, better get going then,” he grabbed his phone and laptop, ready to reach his office.

“And when would she really come?” Satoru egged on, with a grin. “Well they usually get wet by the time the camera begins anyway so…” Suguru grinned as he stepped out of the lounge and towards his office, where you were already seated.

The buzz felt alive, it made him feel alive.

Another wink to some girl he’d been gazing at - another sleazy line whispered in the ear of a boy who’d been grinding against him all night, none would accompany him to his mansion, he revelled in that itself.

Suguru focused on a waving hand - Shoko’s, he smiled softly at her, striding over to her, “yes ma’am?” he grinned, watching her down her drink.

“Wanna meet someone?” she said simply - a little flicker of a smile on her face. “Like a date?” he asked, before following her regardless, he knew better than to question.

And that’s where he saw you, a sight, he deemed you instantly.

A mini skirt you’d on, and a little top - just a tease - clearly out of your zone as you sipped on your-whatever-drink, eyes instead, drinking into the crowd, obviously searching for Shoko.

“Her?” Suguru asked, leaning down to Shoko’s ear, “sure?”

A hint of worry seeped into his voice - girls like you often proved to be tough to work with, a little silly, always nervous around his work space and huge cry-babies.

Shoko grinned in response - she’d been tasked weeks ago to find Suguru a new girl for his pieces, a new face, some new energy to spice things up.

What he hadn’t expected was that she’d find someone so…inexperienced with his workspace, clearly.

Well, of course Suguru could tell who was and wasn’t - the director in him was keen, very keen — he saw money shots before one could even consider one.

And just like that, introduced to Suguru Geto you were, a nervous smile, yours and a smirk, his.

One drink, three and then a total of five, the bartender merely glanced up as he passed suguru’s bill to him, you sat beside him, all giggly now.

“How much do i…?” you slurred - a grin on your face, Suguru chuckled, “don’t worry darlin’ - got ya’ covered,”

You smiled wide at that, “you’re so nice - at first i was scared of you,” you confessed innocently, promptly, making his grin almost wolfish now.

“Tell me,” he nudged, hand leading you through the crowd so gently, to a secluded spot in the club, to the couch, “what did you think, hm?”

His voice was smooth, his touch smoother - comforting and yet, you’d felt on the edge the entire night.

And yet, Suguru had nothing but sweet all night, not a single touch that went wrong, not a single gaze that was lifted wrong - just a long ear offered as you spoke and spoke, about work and life, obviously you'd needed this little escape.

Shoko has been gone ever since she introduced you to this gentleman.

“I thought…I thought…” you slowly had your eyes meet his, a flicker of confusion in them now, “i’m still thinking, what do you…do?” you asked - rightfully so - even if you did jump the conversation all too sudden for his taste.

Something he'd been avoiding all night, respite the true intentions of this meeting.

However, You’d bared your days and nights already - a huge mouth that you had, all under the drink of course, otherwise, the sober you was biting your lip beside him so hard that he was afraid you’d bleed.

And all you’d learned about him was that he was named Suguru Geto, and his friend was Shoko, all details shared by Shoko.

Suguru smiled, considering how much to share, “I’m a director,” he mused, watching your eyes widen, “yeah? I always wanted to become a model,” your tone was almost excited, “what kinda’ director?” you asked next, he shrugged casually.

“Here and there, ya’know?”

You shook your head in a no, he smiled softly and slowly helped you out of the club, it was getting late anyways.

You both stood outside, his car was right there in the parking.

“Rather have me drive you home doll? Or do I get you an uber? Whatever makes you feel better but…” his words trailed off as your fingers tugged at him partially from the cold and partially from the many people lined outside the club, “...i think it’s better i drop you, yeah?”

And so, that’s what he did - civic duty? Maybe; Did he find you adorable and wanted to hear you talk more? Definitely.

As you climbed in his car, he hummed - mind unsure but he didn't want to let the shtick drop just yet, “you asked what kinda’ director, yeah?”

You nodded in your seat, as he fixed your seat belt, hands brushing against your plush skin, you licked your lips at the contact, he did too.

“Well, it is a bit…unorthodox,” he said, lips pursed, debating if it was okay - if he wanted to drag you in, “how desperate are you, to be in the industry doll?”

He asked softly, as the car revved, somehow you felt your cheeks heating up, “uhm…it’s like…a dream, i - well, not very ambitious but…if a chance,” you stammered out, he couldn’t help but chuckle, deepening the warmth you felt.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said as he nodded to the directions you gave him for your house, “why don’t you drop by at my office tomorrow hm? You can come, see the work and all, and if you are interested, why not? Shoko will have you filled in with the details, yeah?”

You could only nod, after all, this gentleman wouldn’t be an issue, right?

A deep breath inhaled, a lot of regret exhaled.

You flinched every time you heard footsteps approaching, you recoiled every time a moan sounded out from one of the adjacent rooms.

You were officially in a porn-making-building-or-whatever-those-are, wearing the shortest, sluttiest outfit you ever had on - the little maid suit that Shoko had handed you right as you left the house.

“Don’t peek, it’s a surprise,” she’d reminded, and you just complied - like an idiot.

Because now, seated in this dingy office that you were, posters of porn-actresses and actors, you were sure you’d seen some of them a couple of times yourself - until, your eyes panned to the logo of the website in the corner of one of them.

Officially in the office of the biggest porn website - all because a stranger asked you to.

The previous night was fresh in your eyes - well, not really, but the regret was.

What were you even thinking? Letting a random man drive you? Coming to meet him? Talking to him about your work and life?

Perhaps, nothing.

What were you thinking when the said man actually walked into his office? With his busy footsteps and a gaze that meant business now, last night you’d thought everything else - with his charming face and laptop which would essentially also hold your file in a while?

Nothing, you really couldn’t fathom a single thought to be exact.

“Ms��.l/n, is it?” he read from his sheet - pretense - yours was the only appointment he’d scheduled for that day, cancelling all others. He didn’t bother eyeing you properly, but he knew well, about how enticing you did look.

He smiled, the same smile, more twisted now, “why hello, nice seeing your pretty self again,” he said with a grin, you could only nod.

You let a small silence etch between the two of you, unacceptable, Suguru opened his laptop promptly.

“How was the ride over? All comfortable? My…” he said in almost disdain, “you haven’t even been offered water? How long have you been-”

“-why didn’t you tell me it is all this?”

The disgust was so evident in your voice, he almost felt bad.

Almost.

He hummed, “I did mention it is unorthodox…”

“How dare you assume i’m into all this - what the fuck?” you muttered, ashamed by just entertaining the thought of you being a pornstar.

“Assume what? That you would want to work in the porn industry?” he smirked, all business now, “you really can’t tell with people and then,” he rolled the cuffs of his shirt’s sleeves now, “the innocent ones like you are often the biggest whores,”

He seemed amused, you seemed tense.

You huffed, “fucking whatever - i don’t…i’m not the kind of girl… and - and this dress? Goodness it is so…” a scowl on your face finished the rest.

Suguru couldn’t blame you.

Geto shrugged, a hand raised, gesturing to the door, “very well then, you can always walk out, i understand, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea…”

All bluff, the confidence, the flair, all bluff - he wanted you, ever since last night.

You got up, right on cue, all bluff as well, you wanted to play the gamble.

“It’s a shame…” Suguru mumbled, “shame indeed,” you did too.

His eyes narrowed as you turned, eyes dipping then to take an appreciative glance at your ass, “tell you what?” He took a deep breath.

It felt desperate, it was.

“Let me take your profiles, yeah? You’ll get it for free - by a professional of course, just compensation for all the trouble,” he shot you a smile, you gulped.

“I…i’m not sure…it was - last night, just a lot of babbling, i don’t think i’m cut for…you know? And then this outfit also…”

You weren’t sure how a smile appeared on your lips so easily when you’d been pissed the moment you realised what he’d called you for, but it did.

He shrugged again, “just some pictures doll - and who doesn’t like dressing up, yeah? I’ve got plenty more for you to choose from,” he licked his lips, eyes boring into you, you could only nod.

“Tilt your pretty face a little to the right, please,” you gulped, still in that maid outfit - which was now being used to its full potential, the top was half open, you were on a steel chair that felt so cold against your flushed skin, and sitting right under the spotlight - while the director sat behind his camera, not rolling, nothing, just making assessments now.

Your profiles had been done half an hour ago, the photos had been sent too, it was a little job for Suguru, you were so compliant after all, following every instruction to the dot.

Which is why it had been harder for him to resist this.

After the pictures you were served drinks again, all hefty smiles and silly conversations - about porn of course. He told you everything, how he’d shot this shot, how long the process goes, how sweet you look, and how cute you are.

“Why don’t you just show me off once again, yeah? Just…so I can see, take inspiration?”

And ever the generous that you were, ever the charming as he was, somehow, you once again found yourself at a loss for no.

Which was how you’d ended up finally, in this position.

“Press your breasts together please…i want to…ah yes,” he murmured as you did what he asked for, albeit with a gulp, it felt so weird.

In front of a camera, his gaze on your every move, and he sounded so professional, dressed well too. And then there was you, just a built in thong with that dress, the top had a sheer torso, your side boob seemed so tantalising to him.

Your nipples had hardened just as well, it was just so cute, matched with your nervousness.

Your top lay now open - still on, after all Suguru wouldn’t ask you to do anything out of your comfort zone, right? On the monitor suguru only watched you fidget with your fingers on your thighs, smoothening the hem of the short dress as if it would help - provide some modesty.

Top open, thighs spread - a sheen of sweat from the small humid room and face hotter than ever - hair messy and eyes now dazed, Suguru had halted with his instructions for the moment, and you -?

You continued staring at his fingers, thoughts ran rogue - you wondered if he’d ever been on camera himself, if he’d used those skilled hands for something other than recording, if he was anything close to as long and thick as his fingers - you looked away.

shameless.

The room went quieter then, just a slight buzz, Suguru stared at his screen with eyes furrowed, “hm..i don’t know, it’s not working out very well,” he said - tone regretful, your face jocked to the side. “What? …why?”

Suguru wanted to coo at your simplicity - so bothered, he then got up, “you were correct, it’s not for girls like you,”

Such an insult it seemed, an unknowing pout fell on your lips, you got up too, your shorter frame moving slowly towards Suguru, the skirt was so short and given the humidity, it clung to your curves perfectly now - “can i…” you licked your lips, see?

You wanted to ask that simply but refrained, too shy of his disappointment and too prude to watch yourself.

And thus the secret of the fact that Suguru was recording nothing of you displaying yourself so shamelessly remained all but a secret.

“I’ll…oh, i’ll do whatever you ask,” you ended up muttering - exactly how he wanted to have you.

“You can’t…” he just muttered, not even trying anymore, just a small smirk as he stared at you - all aware of that raging boner in his pants, hidden only because of the dark, all aware that just a glance down would show your pretty tits, all so aware.

“I can,” you said determined this time, “it’s only for your inspiration…right? And if they do come out good…it might help somewhere,” you licked your lips, now he touched you, your cheek - his hands felt warm, sweaty.

Oh but it would help somewhere indeed.

“You sure doll? Wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable,”

It felt patronizing, the smile - the eyes, he knew you wouldn’t say no, he knew exactly how he’d sprawl you.

“So well…” he sighed deeply and then looked you up and down, “take the blouse off actually, please, go in back to the seat,” he spoke smoothly.

And you did just that.

You sat there - breasts, soft peaks - your gasps softer still, all exposed to his skillful eyes, “atta girl,” he murmured, smiling now - finally.

“Play with yourself - don’t be shy okay? Forget i’m here…”

You licked your lips…play…?

If you’d have told Shoko yesterday that you would be found half naked in the office of a man you’d found about 12 hours ago, she’d laugh in your face.

And so you began, hands cupping your tits, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh, they felt so full now - your face scrunched in focus as you tried to make it appear as sexy as possible.

“Perfect, jus’ like that…” suguru encouraged, a gulp of his own drawn - the camera finally began shooting, he couldn’t help himself after all.

your hands - all over the swell of your breasts, slender fingers kneading and squeezing the flesh, you massaged them, slowly drawing circles around your nipples.

“Pinch them,” he ushered from front of you, moving the camera closer now, moving towards you - he could tell with your hesitation, you were still nervous.

Your eyes remained stuck on him, so wide as he moved closer to capture your hardened nipples - “so cute,” he mumbled as you flicked them, “you play with your tits often doll?”

“N–no i…well,” you looked away shyly - only so long, Suguru had his fingers grip your jaw quickly, forcing you to look into the camera.

“Rule no. 1: always face the camera,” you nodded, he patted your cheek with a slight smirk, “go on, maybe imagine me…mm’hmm, imagine i was squeeziin’ those pretty tits, yes…”

He smiled - almost proud as you finally closed your eyes, a soft inhale as your back arched, chest obscenely jutting out - same ministrations, much hotter.

And just when you moaned - he paused the recording, “ok enough of this, get up.”

Swift you moved - feeling the shyness coat you again, he himself placed the camera down momentarily - jogging back to his table to grab you a new fabric, bright pink - shorter, skimpier.

“Wear this now, like it better than the last one?” it was small playboy bunny suit, the little bunny ears gave it away - and the tail of course.

“If it is okay by you, of course…you’re already doing so good,” he drawled and then without a word - his own hands latched t your boobs, pressing them softly - feeling them, “mmhmm, so pretty,” you gasped as he pinched your left nipple.

He continued fondling your boobs - as you stumbled a little, his practiced hand held you tight as he switched between your two boobs perfectly - teasing just so perfectly.

And when he did pull away, his fingers had you so sore - you could practically beg.

“Ready to change?” he added with a small smile - chuckling to himself as your eyes cast him a desperate look - exactly as they all did.

He handed you the costume, eyeing you expectantly, and you looked around - for the changing room.

“Uh…here?” your voice was squeakier than you’d have preferred, he laughed, “well don’t be silly,” he booped your nose then, “it’s a small office for me - of course, no changing room.”

So whatever else remained of your little shame, you pulled that down just as swiftly as you pulled the maid-skirt off, aware of just how Suguru stared.

And he did so with utmost detail, he took not of just how your slick clung to the gusset of the built in panties - of how cute you looked, trying to hide yourself, of pretty your entire body was, of how stiff his pants felt and of how he wanted to absolutely eat you up from how adorable you looked.

And he made a mental note of definitely not posting that recording anywhere.

The bodice of the suit was flattering to say the least - the pesky heart cut out for the breasts barely contained anything, and Suguru made you give him a twirl too, only to watch the little tail bounce on the curve of your ass.

“Now…i want you to get on the floor, all okay?” he asked - not caring any longer, “get down and spread your legs f’me,”

The camera was up once again, capturing every detail, the shiny suit and the way you sprawled out.

“I want you to touch yourself - forget that i’m here or we’re recording, okay? Play with that lil’ cunt for me - please?” he added the please with a little pout - as if it would solve the issue at hand.

“T- touch myself?” you echoed, eyeing him now, “isn’t that…oh it’s…”

“Too much? I get it,” suguru was quick to file in - so easy to make you think otherwise, “as i said…you’re not cut for this,”

You sighed - not wanting to prove him right and closed your eyes, “uh…okay but…fuck, okay,” you caved in, suguru wanted to kiss you deeply to comfort you instantly, to tell you that he would be the only one who got to fuck his fist while watching this recording.

But he didn’t, at the moment at least.

Thus you began again, this time your fingers on your clothed sex, rubbing slow - deliberate circles, eyes closed and mind focusing, the camera was set, Suguru simply sat aside and rubbed his own bulge, muttering little praises for you every minute.

Five minutes in and the shiny pink fabric of the bunny suit had ridden up, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of your inner thighs. Suguru felt his mouth go dry at the sight, his heart pounding in his chest.

"That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "Now, I want you to start rubbing yourself faster through the fabric. Slowly, teasingly. Pretend it's my hand touching you, stroking you, making you feel good."

It was a stretch, using his name to get you off - but he knew it wouldn’t fail, never did.

Suguru watched as your hand moved between your legs repeatedly, fingers brushing faster over the front of the bunny suit. He could see the fabric beginning to dampen, to darken as your arousal grew. The sight made his cock throb, straining against the confines of his pants.

"That's my good girl," he praised, his voice a low, approving rumble. "Keep rubbing yourself, doll. Imagine it's my fingers teasing your pussy, my thumb circling your clit. I want to see you get yourself nice and wet for me."

He watched, enraptured as the camera continued recording, as your fingers moved more deliberately now, rubbing yourself more firmly through the damp fabric.

Your breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling more rapidly as you lost yourself in the sensation.

"Fuck, you look so sexy like that," Suguru growled, his own hand moving faster to palm his aching cock through his pants. "Don't stop, baby. Keep touching yourself, keep teasing yourself for me. I want to see you get so fucking wet, so ready for me."

Suguru watched, transfixed, as your fingers moved, your hips beginning to rock against your own touch.

You dared not to look into the camera - or at suguru, “go on, get yourself to cum for me doll,” he called out - eyeing the way your fingers moved more frantically - eyeing the way your breath was more ragged.

But as the minutes ticked by, Suguru began to sense something was off.

Your touches - more frantic; breathing - more labored,and yet the telltale signs of an impending orgasm were nowhere to be seen. Your cheeks were flush with exertion and frustration, brows furrowed as you gritted your teeth.

And just like that, Suguru's patience began to wear thin.

He had expected you to pick up easily - but obviously, your shyness just got the better of you.

Because here you were, struggling, failing to deliver the intense, authentic performance he craved. Irritation flashed in his purple eyes as he watched you, his grip tightening on the camera mic.

"Fuck, y/n," he called, his voice a low, annoyed rumble. "What's taking so long? You should be done by now doll, not just... come on- don’t toy with yourself halfheartedly."

He watched as you tried to pick up the pace, her fingers moving at a frenzied speed, the wet spot on your bunny suit growing larger, darker. But still, no release came. Suguru clenched his jaw, his cock twitching - begging to be the help you desperately craved.

"Dammit, you're not trying hard enough," he snapped, his patience finally snapping.

With a harsh curse, Suguru ripped off his headphones and stormed out from behind the camera. He marched over to where you sat, panting and flushed, her fingers still moving weakly between her thighs.

"Enough," he barked, grabbing your wrist and yanking your hand away. "Get your fingers out of there. I'm going to show you how it's done- can’t manage nothing without me, huh?"

You looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and a flicker of shame grappling back at you - But there was also a glimmer of excitement, of anticipation, at the thought of Suguru finally taking control.

And as promised Suguru didn't waste any time. He dropped to his knees in front of you, pushing your legs further apart, exposing the soaked crotch of the bunny suit to his hungry gaze. Without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed his mouth against the damp fabric, his tongue laving over your clothed slit.

"Ohhh!" you gasped out loud, your back arching off the floor at the sudden, intense sensation - fingers moving to grip his hair.

Suguru was quick still, to move the crotch of your suit aside - tongue lapping on your slick folds.

Suguru groaned against her, “shit, been thinkin’ bout’ this cunt since last night,” the vibrations of his voice did none but to add to the incredible stimulation. He could taste your arousal through the thin drenched fabric anyways, but what fun would that be ? he could smell the heady scent of your desire. It spurred him on, making him lick and suck at your clit harder, more insistently.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he muttered, his words muffled against her pussy. "I bet you're just aching to come, aren't you, baby? Desperate for release? See…told ya’ you’re perfect for this,"

He punctuated his words with a hard suck on your clit, making you cry out, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth studio floor. Suguru could feel your thighs beginning to tremble, your hips starting to buck against his mouth as he ate you out with wild abandon.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a low, approving growl. "Let go. Come for me. I want to feel you fucking explode in my mouth. Want you on record as you lose yourself."

He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive nub.

At the same time, he pushed a finger under the crotch of the bunny suit, rubbing your bare, slick folds, stroking your inner walls.

"Ahhh! Oh god, Suguru!" you choked, your voice echoing off the studio walls. Your body went rigid, muscles locking up as the intense pleasure crested over you.

Suguru groaned in satisfaction, feeling your juices gushing against his finger, soaking the bunny suit even more. He lapped at you greedily, not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste.

For a minute, neither spoke - as he allowed you to catch your breath - “well, that would make…one hell of a video,” he finally muttered, picking you up along side him, “you okay doll?” he confirmed once, smiling when you nodded.

He sat you down on his chair now - behind the camera as he paused the recording again, “i won’t post it, i just…well, it’s shady but you did say you …i mean,”

You hadn’t known him long - but it felt cute to see him fumble, “it’s okay - i…i liked it,” you said shyly and he grinned - “what will you do with it then?” you asked quietly as he handed you water.

“later use of course…” he chuckled, “you want a copy?” he laughed again when you nodded.

“Say…ready for round two…without that badboy?” he referred to his camera - “with handcuffs and chains maybe?”

You could only giggle at his suggestive eye brow raise.

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loveesiren · 1 day ago

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Hi lovely. Hope youre having a great weekend. I had short question. I love your writing and was wondering if you do requests? If so could I ask for one where y/n meets GD's cats for the first time. Theyre both nervous but it goes great.

If not, sorry for asking

Have a great rest of your weekend<3

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a/n: Oh my sweet angel, if only you knew the creativity this request sparked for me!! I even had to add some SMAU to it! Thank you so much for sending me the cutest request! I hope I did it justice!

Also, I just got a new phone and all my fake social apps got deleted so sorry if they're wack lol

synopsis: Jiyong finally decides that the girl he's been dating should meet his precious babies, and he's blown away by the result.

warnings: FLUFFFF, alochol, language, very light mention of sex, still SFW

wc: 3.2k+

Soft music filled the car as you tapped your fingers against the steering wheel, your stomach twisting with nerves. The GPS on your phone read you were five minutes away, and suddenly, the reality of where you were going sank in deeper.

You and Jiyong had been officially together for two months, though the pull between you had been there long before. Late-night texts that stretched until morning, goofy pictures exchanged on Snapchat, secret moments stolen at his shows. But privacy mattered—to both of you. Being in the public eye made everything more complicated, so you took your time, let things unfold naturally. And you liked it that way.

But tonight was different. Tonight, he had invited you to his home.

It was a big step, one that spoke volumes. Jiyong was careful about his personal space, rarely letting people in. More often than not, he preferred to meet somewhere neutral or come over to your place instead. His past had taught him to be guarded, to protect the things he held closest. That included his home. That included his cats.

Princess Zoa and Iye weren’t just pets to him; they were family. And the fact that he was willing to introduce you to them—on their turf—meant more than words could.

You exhaled sharply as you pulled up to his building, quickly sending him a text to let him know you’d arrived. Within moments, your phone buzzed, and you saw his response:

Come up. Already called it in. Park next to me.

Of course, his building had top-tier security. Nothing less was expected.

You found his spot and eased your car into place beside his, gripping your bag as you took a couple of steadying breaths. Just as you turned to get out—

"Ahh!" You yelped, heart slamming against your ribs.

Jiyong stood outside your window, a smug grin on his face, clearly proud of himself for making you jump.

"You’re a dick!" you huffed as he opened the door for you, still chuckling.

“Mmm, sorry,” he murmured, clearly not sorry at all. His hands found your waist, pulling you in effortlessly as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Missed you.”

Your fingers curled into his hoodie as you smiled. “Missed you too, JiJi. I’m really excited you invited me over.”

He hesitated for a second, then let out a breath, his lips quirking up in a nervous smile. “I just... trust you.” His voice was quieter now, more serious. “I want to share this part of me with you.”

That made your heart do an embarrassing little flip. You bit your lip, trying—and failing—to suppress a grin. You were head over heels for this man.

"Come on," he said, grabbing your bag from the car before lacing his fingers through yours. "Let's go."

Inside the elevator, he swiped a key card, granting access to the penthouse suite. A comfortable silence settled between you as the numbers climbed, Jiyong absentmindedly toying with the ends of one of your long braids.

When the doors finally slid open, he led you down the hall to his front door. He hesitated, scratching the back of his head.

"Uhh… it’s been a while since I’ve had someone… new over,” he admitted.

You squeezed his hand gently. “As long as you want me here, Ji, that’s all that matters.”

“I do!” he said quickly. Then, after a beat, “Zoa and Iye might be a little nervous, though…”

You chuckled. “That’s okay. I promise to be on my best behavior.”

A soft pink dusted his cheeks as he bit his lip. God, he was adorable.

“Okay,” he breathed, then unlocked the door, pulling you inside.

Your eyes widened as you took in your surroundings. You had seen glimpses of his place through Snapchats before, but nothing prepared you for seeing it in person. It was an effortless blend of artistic chaos and meticulous minimalism—every piece carefully curated, every detail intentional. The sleek furniture, the carefully arranged artwork, the shelves lined with vinyls and rare collectibles. It was stunning.

“Damn,” you muttered, turning in slow circles. “You really put my place to shame.”

Jiyong laughed as he placed your bag on the couch. “I like your place,” he said. “It’s homey.”

"Ji, I had no idea you were this clean and organized.” You teased.

"I’m not," he admitted with a smirk. "The cleaners came this morning. Gabriella has been cleaning up my messes for years. Bless her heart.”

You shook your head, grinning as he sauntered toward you, fingers grazing your exposed hip, playing with the waistband of your pajama pants.

“Can I get you a drink?” he murmured, his smirk deepening.

"Please," you teased, matching his energy.

He led you toward the kitchen, rambling about drinks and dinner. But before he could finish his sentence, a soft brush of fur against your leg made you pause.

“Hi, Princess Zoa!” you cooed, crouching down as the elegant gray cat moved gracefully around you, rubbing her face against your outstretched hand.

Jiyong blinked. “No way. She was hiding before you got here…”

You beamed, gently scratching behind her ears. “She’s so sweet! I love her already.”

And just like that, the tension in Jiyong’s shoulders eased. His lips curled into something soft, something real.

Yeah. This was a big step. And it felt right.

Jiyong handed you a drink—a simple vodka soda, but he knew it was your favorite. That small detail alone made your chest tighten in the best way. You took slow sips as you followed him through his home, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling over you like a warm blanket.

He showed you everything. His personal recording studio, where half-finished lyrics and melodies lived. The spare bedrooms, each one somehow still curated with his impeccable taste. The breathtaking view from the balcony, where the city stretched out endlessly beneath you, glittering like a dream. And finally—his bedroom.

This was your favorite.

His presence was everywhere in this space, woven into every little detail. The artwork, a mix of chaotic genius and sentimental treasures. Clothes draped over the back of a chair, half-folded laundry on the bed—tangible proof that he lived here, existed here. His knick-knacks, collected from different parts of his life, told a story only he could tell. It was personal. It was beautiful.

Something on his bedside table caught your eye, drawing you closer. A photo. A small, colorful rock. You picked them up, curiosity humming in your chest.

“What’s this?” you asked, turning the photo over in your hands.

Jiyong chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s, uh… a picture Daesung took of us. From that beach party a few months back.”

The moment flooded back instantly. That warm summer night, the waves crashing in the distance, music thrumming through the air. You and Jiyong, tipsy and tangled in laughter, dancing with the kind of reckless abandon only a new connection could bring. You’d forgotten Daesung had been running around with a camera, documenting the night in blurry snapshots of joy.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as your thumb brushed over the image. That night was when it had really started for you—the way Jiyong had held you close, how he never stopped making you laugh, how gentle he was even in the midst of chaos.

You glanced at the small rock in your other hand. “And this?”

Jiyong grinned, taking it from you, rolling it between his fingers like it was something precious. Because it was, to him. “This, my dear, is the first gift you ever gave me.”

You blinked. “It is?”

“Mmhmm.” His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Remember that time you called me drunk, asking if I could pick you up? You got in my car, all excited because you found a rock that ‘matched my hair.’” He mimicked your voice playfully. “You put it on my dashboard, declared it a masterpiece, and passed out before I even made it to your street.”

Your face heated. “Oh my god.” You covered your face with your hands, groaning. “Jiyong… you kept my drunk gift?”

“Of course.” His voice softened. “I have it in my pocket at every show. It’s my good luck charm.”

Your heart swelled, emotions tangling in your throat as you looked up at him. “You really are the kindest man I’ve ever met, you know that?”

He smiled, that soft, intimate kind of smile that made your stomach flip. “Can’t help it with you…”

His lips met yours, slow and sure, his hands finding your waist and pushing you toward the bed. Your back hit the mattress as his lips traced along your jaw, down the curve of your neck, making warmth pool in your stomach. You tangled your fingers in his hoodie, pulling him closer—

A sharp bap landed right on Jiyong’s head.

“Ow, Zoa!” he yelped, rubbing the spot where his beloved cat had just smacked him.

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth as Zoa hopped onto your lap, settling comfortably.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” Jiyong shot you a mock glare, eyes twinkling with amusement. He sat up as Zoa curled into a loaf on your stomach, kneading at your shirt like she had claimed you for herself. “Did my cat just cockblock me?”

“Shhh, don’t say those words in front of the baby!” you scolded, scratching behind Zoa’s ears.

Jiyong scoffed. “Wow. Okay. I’ll just fuck off then.” He stood dramatically, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen.

You couldn’t stop laughing as you carefully moved Zoa to the side, hopping off the bed to chase after him, the cat trotting behind you.

“Hmmm, later, Oppa,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “Let’s watch our show.”

He sighed dramatically but smiled as he turned in your arms, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Fine.”

The two of you curled up on the couch, a thick blanket draped over your legs as Breaking Bad flickered onto the screen. Jiyong’s hand rested on your thigh under the blanket, absentmindedly tracing patterns against your skin.

Zoa stretched out across your lap, already fast asleep, and moments later, a soft meow announced the arrival of another visitor.

“Iye!” Jiyong grinned, patting his lap. The sleek gray cat hesitated before slowly making her way over, her small paws pressing into his legs as she perched there, still wary of you.

She craned her neck, sniffing at your arm cautiously before pulling back.

“Hi, Iye,” you murmured, keeping your voice gentle. You let her come to you, holding out your hand for her to investigate. She gave a single curious sniff before rubbing her face against your fingers—just once—then retreating back to Jiyong’s lap.

“At least you still love me, huh?” he cooed, scratching under her chin.

Iye kept sneaking glances at you as the show played, inching ever so slightly closer with each passing minute.

Jiyong leaned against your shoulder, exhaling a long drag from his vape as he glanced toward the window. The sun was beginning to dip below the skyline, painting the city in soft gold.

“You hungry, babe? I can start dinner.”

You stretched, sinking deeper into the cushions. “Mmm. What’re we having?”

“Lobster,” he said casually.

Your head snapped toward him. “Lobster?” You scoffed. “Jiyong, how fancy. I should’ve worn a cocktail dress.”

“As much as I’d love that, Jagi,” he mused, standing up, “nothing beats sitting on my couch in pajamas with my gorgeous girlfriend, eating lobster with no judgment. We can be as messy as we want.”

You leaned against the couch, watching him with a warmth spreading through your chest.

“God, I love you…” you murmured, without thinking.

Jiyong froze mid-step, turning sharply to face you, his expression unreadable.

“What did you just say?”

Your eyes widened. “Shit, I mean—” You stammered, face heating. “Ah, fuck.”

“No, no, don’t take it back.” He crossed the room in seconds, dropping onto the couch beside you. His hands cupped your face, his eyes searching yours. “Say it again.”

Your heart pounded. “I said… I love you.”

His lips crashed against yours, deep and urgent, a raw kind of emotion surging between you. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you, too.”

You let out a breathy laugh, shy but filled with absolute joy.

Jiyong grinned, standing abruptly. “Okay, I’m gonna go make you the best dinner ever. Because I fucking love you and you fucking deserve it.”

You laughed as he dashed toward the kitchen, grabbing your phone with trembling fingers to text your friends.

Laughter echoed through the kitchen as you and Jiyong moved in perfect sync, playfully bumping into each other while prepping dinner. The rich aroma of butter and garlic filled the air, mingling with the sharp scent of freshly squeezed lemon. His two cats sat perched on the counter, their sharp eyes tracking every movement, their tails flicking lazily as if silently judging your cooking skills.

“Babe, they’re totally waiting for us to drop something,” you giggled, nudging Jiyong as he reached for another ingredient.

“They’re opportunists,” he scoffed, turning to Zoa. “Aren’t you, Princess? You’re not slick.”

The gray cat blinked at him, unimpressed, before returning to watching your every move.

The two of you tossed back shots between chopping, stirring, and sneaking bites of food. Each time the tequila burned your throat, Jiyong was there with a teasing smirk, leaning in to steal a quick, lingering kiss that tasted of citrus and salt. You felt light, the alcohol buzzing in your veins, but it wasn’t just that—it was him. This moment. This feeling of being completely and utterly alive.

“Voila!” Jiyong announced dramatically, placing the finished dish on the counter with a flourish. His grin was downright giddy, like a little kid proud of his creation.

You clapped your hands together, eyes lighting up as you took in the masterpiece before you. “Holy shit, babe. This looks amazing.”

Jiyong preened under your praise, already reaching for a piece of lobster and popping it into his mouth.

“Should we sit at the table?” you asked, glancing toward the neatly set dining area.

“Fuck no,” he said through a mouthful of food. “Couch. Show. Now.”

You giggled, warmth blooming in your chest. You had finally found someone who matched your energy—who understood the joy of ignoring formalities in favor of what truly mattered.

Plates in hand, you both made your way back to the couch, curling up under the softest blanket as Breaking Bad resumed on the screen. Every so often, Jiyong would feed you a bite, and you'd do the same for him, laughing when he dramatically moaned about how good it was. The alcohol settled over you like a warm embrace, your limbs heavy, your mind blissfully light.

At the edge of the couch, Zoa and Iye sat patiently, their eyes fixed on the two of you, hoping for a dropped morsel.

“Sorry, ladies,” you teased, waving a lobster claw in front of them. “This one’s all ours.”

Jiyong chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. His body was warm against yours, his scent a mixture of cologne, blueberry vape juice, and something inherently him. You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling completely and utterly at home.

It hit you then—how much you loved him. How he wasn’t just your boyfriend. He was your best friend. The person you could be unapologetically yourself around. No pretense, no walls. Just laughter, love, and this perfect, ordinary, extraordinary moment.

By the time dinner was finished, the two of you had knocked back a few more shots, and your bodies had melted further into the cushions. The warmth of the alcohol, the lull of the TV, and Jiyong’s steady breathing made your eyelids heavy. Even the cats had settled into slumber, Zoa curled up at your feet while Iye stretched out on the back of the couch.

Jiyong shifted beside you, his lips grazing your temple as he whispered, “Can we finish the show in my room?”

You hummed in agreement, unable to form words in your sleepy haze.

With an exaggerated groan, Jiyong forced himself up, stumbling slightly before pulling you to your feet. The two of you giggled as you made your way to the bedroom, tripping over each other’s steps, hands wandering, lips meeting between bursts of laughter.

As soon as you passed the threshold of the bedroom door, it was a tangle of limbs, clothing being shed in lazy, drunken movements, laughter giving way to slow, heated kisses.

Jiyong took his time with you, his hands mapping the curves of your body like he was committing you to memory. Every touch was reverent, every kiss deep and lingering. The world outside ceased to exist—the only thing that mattered was this, the warmth of his skin against yours, the way your bodies fit together like a puzzle that had finally found its missing piece.

There were moments of whispered confessions between soft moans, giggles breaking the tension as you both found yourselves too tipsy to be completely coordinated. But none of it mattered. All that mattered was that he was here, with you, holding you like you were the best thing he had ever known.

Because to him, you are.

Afterward, tangled in the sheets, Jiyong pulled you close, his arms securing you against him as he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder. You sighed in contentment, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.

“G’night, JiJi,” you murmured sleepily.

He hummed against your skin, his lips still brushing over you. “Night, baby girl.”

Within moments, sleep claimed you both.

Jiyong was the first to wake.

A groggy groan left his lips as he scrubbed a hand over his face, his body still heavy with sleep. The golden morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows over the room.

When he turned over, his breath caught.

You were still fast asleep, your hair spilling across the white sheets, your lips slightly parted as the softest snores escaped.

Nestled under your arm, Zoa was curled into the smallest ball, her tiny frame rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

Jiyong felt his heart clench.

He had never been a morning person, but waking up to this? To you? He could get used to that.

A quiet meow pulled his attention, and he shifted his gaze to Iye, who sat perched on the pillow beside your head. The slender cat stretched lazily, then turned to look at him.

Jiyong raised an eyebrow. “Well?” he whispered, as if Iye would actually respond.

The cat let out a soft chirp, then glanced at you.

And then, in the smallest of gestures, she leaned forward and rubbed her face against your cheek before settling back down.

Jiyong blinked.

That was it. That was the moment.

He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Iye, his most reserved, most particular baby, had just given you her silent approval.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, his gaze drifting back to you.

The love that swelled in his chest was almost too much.

He reached over, brushing a few strands of hair from your face, his fingertips barely grazing your skin.

“God, I love you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you.

And in that moment, with the sun painting you in gold, his cats nestled around you, and his heart feeling fuller than it ever had—Jiyong knew.

He had found his forever.

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captain-bubble-wrap · 3 days ago

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please a auston matthews x younger reader (like 21) and they are in a kinda private relationship but make an appearance at family skate or something if that makes sense 😓😓

I did some digging and couldn't find anything exactly like a "family skate" that wasn't a charity, so I invented one for the sake of the fic! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I hope you enjoy~ 🤞🏻 Sorry it took me longer than expected, I really struggled with this, and I apologize. 🥺🥺

C|W: none • W|C: 2.2k

You had felt nervous since waking up, and constantly watching the clock had done nothing to improve the situation. All morning you had danced through countless scenarios of how this day could go, what could possibly go wrong, and everything in between. Your roommate had asked you if you were okay each time she saw you, the same concerned expression on your face.

"Are you sure?"

"What--? Oh, yeah, it's nothing! I have an event later. I'm just worried about...things."

She looked at you curiously, and you regretted what details you had let slip out. "Things?"

Nervously you laughed, like you were trying to play it off as nothing, "Yeah, you know, gotta look good..."

"Right..."

You knew good and well that she didn't believe anything you were saying. She was used to you being quiet and guarded of your private life, but this felt different.

"Are you...in trouble or something?" She pressed, not ready to let it go yet.

Looking at her like a deer in the headlights, you'd actually manage a genuine smile. "No, I'm not in any trouble! I'm just in my own head -- stupid stuff that I'm making too big of a deal over! I'll be fine once I get where I have to be. I promise. Just me...being me."

"Okay...if you're sure," she replied reluctantly. "I just want to help, okay?"

"I understand! Thank you~"

Shortly after the exchange, you'd return to your bedroom and flop facedown on the bed, a tightness growing in the center of your chest. It was panic, and you knew the feeling all too well, but the last thing you wanted was it ruining your day.

*ping, ping*

Blindly, your hand would search for your phone, quickly finding it amongst the blankets. You relaxed slightly once you saw that it was Auston who had messaged.

Matty: You doing okay, baby?

Y|N: Yeah

Matty: :/ What's wrong?

Y|N: I'm just nervous

Matty: About this afternoon?

Y|N: Yeah

Matty: I won't let you fall! ;)

Y}N: It's not that

Matty: It's just the team and their families, baby, they're not going to make a big deal about anything. No cameras if that's what you're worried about

Y|N: Okay

Matty: :/ I wouldn't lie to you

Y|N: I know, I'm sorry

Matty: I'll be by to get you in a little bit, okay?

Y|N: Just text me when you're out front and I'll come out. Sarah is being nosy

Matty: You can't keep me a secret forever ;)

Y|N: I know, today just isn't the day

Matty: I understand, baby. Whenever you feel comfortable.

Y|N: Thank you bb

Matty: Of course. I'll see you soon. I love you <3

YN| <3 I love you, too <3

You'd stay the next two hours in your room; one hour spent on a nap, and the other getting ready for the afternoon's event with Auston. Right on time, your phone dinged with a message from him saying that he was waiting out front. You'd say goodbye to Sarah in a hurry before rushing outside to slip into the passenger side of his car, your skates in a bag over your shoulder.

"Why do I feel like a getaway driver," Auston asked, after seeing you exit your apartment in such haste. His contained laughter resulted in a smirk as he looked at you.

You sighed as you clicked your seatbelt into place, "Hi, baby."

"Hey, mama," he affectionately replied. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I swear that's the question of the day. Yeah, I'm fine."

Auston's hand came to rest on your leg, and you'd wrap both of yours around it as he merged back into traffic. You knew he was only trying to make sure he wasn't forcing you into today, but you felt like there was a red light going off above your head that signaled that you were "off".

"I promise today will be fun, and if it isn't, well, we'll leave, okay? You just let me know how you're feeling. I promise you, this is just a fun, carefree kind of day, alright?"

You'd give him a nod, before letting your eyes zone out through the passenger side window. He wouldn't press you for conversation until you arrived at the practice arena, but he would give you soft, little squeezes along the way.

Once parked in the parking garage, Auston would confirm one more time if you were still comfortable with everything. He was worried about you; worried that he was pressuring you to join him.

"No, Matty, I'm okay, really. I'm just--"

Pulling you into a kiss, you'd completely melt into his touch, your worries falling away almost instantly. "I just want you to be comfortable."

"Will you stay with me?"

Auston smiled, "I won't leave you alone."

- - -

Inside, the two of you found yourselves amongst a dozen or so of Auston's teammates, their wives and small children. You stayed by his side the entire time, his hand never leaving yours. They were caring on general conversations when you noticed one of the children staring at you. She was cute, but transfixed glaring at you, almost unblinking. At first, you thought she was just looking at Auston, but no-- she had her full attention on you and it seemed no one realized it but you.

Auston was busy talking with Mitch, while you were losing a staring contest with a five-year-old, but eventually, everyone would consent to getting the little team event started. As everyone walked off, however, Auston turned to you, wrapping his arms low around your waist.

"What's wrong?"

"I was getting mean-mugged by a five-year-old..."

Auston tried not to laugh, but his beautiful smile shone through regardless of him honestly trying not to hurt your feelings. "Oh, I saw."

"I've never felt so threatened by a child in my life," you confessed, your hands resting gently on his hips.

"Some weeks ago she told she was going to marry me. You must be competition," Auston said, finally allowing himself laugh. "She was dead-serious about it, too. It made everyone laugh."

You just sighed and laid your head against his chest. "But I loved you first."

His grip tightened, "Gonna take more than a playground proposal to get me away from you."

With your face away from his, you smiled at what he had said -- how cute it had rolled off his tongue and the butterflies it had given you.

"Can you lace my skates for me, please?"

He smiled, "Of course. C'mon, let's get going before they start to tease us."

- - -

Back in the dressing room, children were running wild in a little gang while their parents struggled to contain them. You both slipped in quietly enough, and Auston had you take a seat below his nameplate on the bench while he unlaced your skates.

"I can do that," you reassured, hand outstretched for him to give you your other skate, but he just gave you a smirk instead.

"Alright, Cinderella, give me your foot," he teased. "Let's see if this glass slipper fits."

"I hope it does!"

He was so gentle as he guided your foot into your skate, tying it up tightly. You were in your own little world, just watching him take care of you and with something so simple as lacing laces. Neither of you would notice anyone looking at the two of you having your little intimate moment. Some of the guys knew Auston was seeing someone, but they knew better than anyone, that he was an extremely private person so they didn't press him for juicy details, but seeing him with you made them smile. They loved their captain and wanted him just as happy as the next guy.

"Do you need me to move?"

"Nah, there's room," Auston replied, sitting down right next to you to get his own skates on. "I didn't get those too tight, did I?"

You'd shake your head, pulling your hands into the sleeves of his hoodie you were wearing. "Nope, they feel good, thank you."

"Okay, good," he said, making quick work of his own, giving your leg a quick squeeze when he was done. "Are you warm enough? Kinda wondered if I had left that hoodie in a hotel somewhere."

You laughed, blush flooding your cheeks, "I'll give it back!"

"Nah, it looks good on you. All yours, baby," He whispered before placing a kiss to your temple. "Still remember how to walk in those?"

"I think so -- hope so!"

- - -

Those hallways had felt like miles, but eventually, the two of you made it to the ice and while it was still pretty vacant. It seemed getting skates on children was proving harder than most had anticipated. You were thankful for the quiet though you knew it wasn't going to last for long.

"You want some shooting practice?" Auston asked, half-joking as he tossed a few pucks down on the ice, giving your butt a soft tap with his stick as you slowly skated away from him.

"Hey! Don't do that!"

Though you were laughing, Auston still apologized. "Sorry, babe! You're doing fine; it will come back to you."

"I've forgotten how to turn!" You said before using the boards to stop you. You felt embarrassed that you had forgotten so much, skating opposite Auston no less.

"Bend you knees and lean, babe. Lean your upper body in whichever direction you want to turn."

You'd follow his directions and after the first successful turn, it felt familiar again. You weren't doing punch turns by any means, but at least you didn't need forty feet to turn a semi-circle. Auston would skate up beside you, hand resting on the small of your back just in case you got wobbly.

"You're doing fine, I know it's been a while."

"My legs hurt already," you joked, feeling the sting in your thighs.

"Wanna catch your breath on the bench? I don't want you to get hurt."

At first, you were going to decline his offer, but he had a point. The last thing you wanted was to pull something just because you were trying to keep up with an NHL player. There wasn't any shame in taking a break, you weren't a professional by any means.

"I feel like I've only been out here thirty seconds," you replied, feeling defeated.

"Hey, I've had games where I've done a thirty second shift."

You gave him a look, "You're skating at twenty miles an hour!"

Auston would turn tight in front of you, stopping you against his chest. He had a look on his face that was meant to make you feel okay about needing a minute, but you looked down out of shame. By now, there were more people skating past, paying zero mind to the two of you just standing there. You felt so small against him, the embarrassment making you wish you could melt right through the ice.

"Wait right here, okay?"

After giving him a nod, Auston returned to the bench to leave his stick behind so he could be fully engaged with you. "Give me your hands, mama," he asked, returning to the ice in front of you.

You'd do as he asked, and soon after he was skating backwards, pulling you along gently in tow. It amazed you how he knew how many strides he needed in the corners without looking, how long he could go in the straights before having to turn again. You felt safe with him having a hold of you.

"Want me to let go of you?"

"Going a little fast."

Auston chuckled before slowing his pace. "Better?"

"Maybe, I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't be! I don't want to scare you and make you panic."

After a few more seconds you'd let him know that you were good enough, and slowly your hands would slip out of his. He still remained facing you as you kept pace with him.

"Remember, wide stance, and lean. Ah, see, there you go!"

Your smile transferred to him as he quietly cheered you on before letting you collide with him gently. He'd put his arms around you again, picking you up in a slight spin before making sure you had your footing before letting go. As much as you had been apprehensive about today, you were happy you had gone through with his invitation. Everyone else was off in there own little worlds, chasing children or teaching their wives. Right now, it was just you and Auston.

"I love you, Matty," you said smiling, holding on to him tightly.

"And I love you, baby. Thanks for coming with me."

"I'm glad you talked me into it, but you owe me dinner!"

He laughed, bending to put his forehead against yours, "Wherever you want to go."

#auston matthews x reader #auston matthews fanfic #auston matthews fic #auston matthews imagine

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luigilore · 2 days ago

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Hiii i’m having an awful flair up because i’m on my period, and reading anyyyyything lu + pain related would be so great. either he takes care of us or we take care of him or visceversa. esp if it’s like vulnerable and tender. thank you so much mwah <3 also no pressure if this isn’t something you wanna write today :D

luigi x reader with chronic pain, taking care of you (a/n: i am sorry this took so long also i hope you're feeling better!! i kept it vague re the exact pain but i really hope you like it <33)

luigi enters your shared bedroom quietly, just in case you’re sleeping. you're not– your pain instead spreads throughout your body and invades your mind like a parasite.

“i got the heating pad,” luigi murmurs, holding it up with a soft smile and what you can tell are analytical eyes, silently assessing your state.

"thank you," you mutter halfway into your pillow.

“a hallmark of a strong relationship is a shared heating pad,” he jokes, bending down to plug it in. when he stands up, a hand comes almost instinctively to intertwine with your own.

“i grabbed some epsom salts when i picked up your medicine- if you want a bath later," he adds.

sometimes you feel like luigi is so unfairly good that maybe you don't deserve him; deserve his tender patience or the energy he's put into researching remedies. but he always rejects those worries flat out, he knows how you feel, because he feels like that too sometimes. luigi always makes a pointed effort to how strong you are and how much he loves you whenever you have bad flare ups.

right now, you just want to pull him closer and let him hold you and forget everything else, an enticing offer, but your pain makes your mind focus on other more consuming things.

“what if it doesn’t go away,” you whisper, avoiding his eyes as he sits down on the edge of the bed next to you.

“then we’ll deal with it. if that happens,” he says carefully. you sometimes go back and forth with each other like this, trading reassurances. it just sounds so much better coming from luigi than it ever could from the voice in your head. it's always 'we' and you're glad that it is. he gently turns your chin to look directly into your eyes, hazel flecks from the sunlight streaming in through the windows, “right?”

"yeah," you say eventually, a bit distantly, "sorry."

luigi scoffs indignantly, "what could you possibly be sorry for?"

"i dunno. moping, making you cancel your plans." luigi had plans this afternoon to go to a yoga class with his friend but your flare up made him cancel- even though you still encouraged him to go.

luigi frowns and raises his brows. "first of all, you're not moping. second, shockingly, you're a bit more important to me than a yoga class, even with the cancellation fee."

"just a bit," you echo.

"yeah," he laughs, warm thumb rubbing across your palm, hands still interlocked. “you know i love vinyasa.”

you smile up at him and the silence between you is comfortable, like it always is.

“i just-" you start and struggle to find the right words, luigi doesn’t interrupt you and waits patiently, “feel like a bit of a burden.”

you cringe slightly at how vulnerable your voice sounds, something only luigi would get to hear. he smiles sadly, “i get it,” he starts slowly.

you look up at him with an equally sad look, taking an opportunity to fill a second of silence, “i wish you didn’t.”

luigi hums, like what can you truly do. “but, you're not a burden. not to me. or anyone. plus i like feeling useful and taking care of you," he says, which you know is true. your wide smile at him makes his cheeks burn red- even after years together.

“did you eat while i was gone?” he asks after a few beats of silence, looking at you expectantly with raised brows, knowing the probable answer. you look at him sheepishly and that’s enough of an answer for him.

"you still have to eat even when you’re hurting," luigi says disapprovingly with knitted brows. he stands up and you frown as your hands break apart. "i can go get us something," he checks the time on his watch and laughs lightly, “we can have an early dinner.”

"i just want you to stay here," you say honestly, maybe a bit desperately, voice hoarse.

“let me make you something then,” he says easily, “we need a grocery trip but i’ll get creative.”

you smile and he does to; sometimes the amount of love he looks at you with overwhelms you in a really nice and tender and precious way. a feeling you want to hold onto for a long time. "thank you," you whisper.

“you do the same for me,” luigi says. like it's simple- and maybe it is.

#luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione fluff #luigi mangione imagine

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loves0phelia · 2 days ago

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Hello!

I would like to request another Matt Murdock fic. I have imagined where because they both work at Nelson and Murdock, Matt and his girlfriend (or even fiance or wife) decide to be late for work because they want to take a walk together and is like very romantic and fluffy.

I hope you like and consider the idea!

❤

Nelson, Murdocks and Page

Summery: the request

Words: 1k

Warnings: none, grammar mistakes.

A/N: thank you for requesting! Sorry it took me so long 🫶

You and Matt have known each other since your college days, it all began a random Tuesday in class. Matt walked in wearing his large black glasses, his hair neatly parted to the right. He tapped his cane on the floor, making his way toward the higher seats where you usually were. To someone who didn't know his condition, it looked like he was fumbling, struggling to find a seat but little did you know, Matt had it all planned. He had been aware of you from the very first day of law school.

You always sat quietly in the back of the class, invisible to everyone except him. The rest of the room never noticed the way he paid attention to you. The soft scent of your perfume always catched him and it captivated him. Matt was smitten, and he knew he wanted to get your attention.

"Do you need help?" you asked, your voice soft and sweet. Matt couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips, your voice was even more soothing than he'd imagined.

"Sorry, um… I’m just trying to find a seat up here. I find it a little less overwhelming," he explained. For a moment, you were a bit puzzled until he added, "You know... heightened senses because I’m blind?"

The realization hit, and you immediately felt embarrassed. "Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Of course, let me help you," you said, instinctively reaching out and gently taking his upper arm to guide him to the seat next to yours.

"You can sit here next to me if you want," you offered.

"That’s perfect. Thank you," Matt replied.

From that day on, you two were inseparable. Every class was spent sitting together. Every Friday night, you found yourself in his dorm room, where you met the infamous Foggy, and where you all became an unstoppable trio.

And one night, when Foggy was away on one of his many dates with Marcy, Matt kissed you for the first time and asked you to be his girlfriend and that same dorm room.

You stirred in bed as you felt gentle fingers go up and down your naked back.

You woke slowly, eyes fluttering open, and a small smile tugged at Matt’s lips.

"Morning sweetheart" he whispered, his voice rough with sleep but still so comforting. He reached out, his hand gently brushing your cheek, and you melted into his touch.

"Morning," you murmured back, snuggling closer to him, and resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close.

For a few moments, there was just the peaceful silence between the two of you, the kind that didn’t need words to speak volumes. Matt pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for just a moment longer than usual.

The ring on your finger felt natural now. You and Matt have been married for years now but you were both still so over the moon in love.

He smiled, his heart swelling at how effortlessly easy it was to be with you, like nothing in the world could feel more right.

"I don't want this moment to end," you whispered against his chest.

"It doesn’t have to," he whispers back, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your cheek.

"But we have a meeting at the office," you protest.

"Foggy and Karen can handle it," he assures you, a hint of mischief in his tone.

"Really?" You lift your gaze, searching his face for certainty.

A slow, knowing smile tugs at his lips. "Yeah," he breathes before capturing your lips with his.

Matt walks beside you, his fingers tangled with yours, the warmth of his palm made you feel fuzzy and his hair was still messy from your hands running through it earlier.

"You’re smiling," he notes, tilting his head toward you.

"Yep, I'm just happy. This is a perfect morning" You say, squeezing his hand.

Matt’s lips curved upwards, and squeezed your hand back three times. He couldn't agree more.

“I can smell the bakery a few blocks away, want to stop by and get some goods for Fog and karen?”

“Of course, maybe they'll forgive us for being late” You say with a teasing tone.

When you reach the storefront, the rich scent of pastries engulfed you, making your stomach growl audibly. Matt chuckles. "I think that was louder than my own heartbeat."

You nudge him playfully. "shut up."

The bell above the door jingles as you step inside. The place is small, cozy, the air thick with sugar and espresso. Matt lets you guide him to the counter.

"Pick something for me," he says, his voice softer now, intimate. His chest presses against your back as you order a bag of fresh croissant and two double chocolate fudge muffins for Karen and Foggy as well as a tray of 4 well deserved coffees.

As you and Matt step out of the bakery, your bodies naturally draw toward each other even as you walk. There’s a quiet giddiness between you, marriage has only deepened that connection.

The office comes into view, and as you ascend the stairs, your laughter echoes softly in the hallway—until a familiar voice interrupts.

"Finally! The Murdocks decide to show their faces!" Foggy throws his arms in the air, his exaggerated sigh making Karen roll her eyes beside him.

"Where have you two been? You missed the meeting!" she adds, though there’s more amusement than frustration in her voice.

You lift the bag of pastries, smiling sheepishly. "We brought treats?"

Matt sets down the tray of coffee with an easy grin.

"You're lucky you're nice, Murdock number two," Foggy mutters as he immediately snatches his muffin. "Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gotten away with it so easily."

"Don’t threaten a pregnant woman, Foggy. That’s highly inappropriate," Matt tuts playfully, not an ounce of seriousness in his voice.

"Blah, blah, blah," Foggy waves him off with a mouthful of pastry before side-eyeing Matt. "I know Murdock number three isn’t the reason you two were late."

Matt smirks, completely unashamed. "What can I say? I love spending time with my wife." His arm slips around you, hand resting over the swell of your belly.

Karen shakes her head, smiling. "Hopeless. Both of you."

#matt murdock fluff #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock #daredevil x f!reader #daredevil fic #daredevil x reader #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil imagines

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wlwsoccerfics · 2 days ago

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Who are you?(StephCatleyXReader)

Warnings:head injury, memory loss, angst

Summary: you Hit your head during a Game and lose your memory. Having no idea who Steph is. So she tries everything to make you remember.

To say everyone was freaked out when you Hit the Goalpost cause you were pushed into it would have been an understatement. You didn't just went down but you also were unconcious. So they put you on a stretcher and walked into the Tunnels with you. Steph didn't finish the game, Renée told her to go with you. The Game wasn't important right now.

You were put in an ambulance actually cause it took you a few minutes to wake up again. At the hosptial they ran some Tests. You had a pretty Bad concussion and threw up three times already. Your head was pounding actually. Good news there was no brain bleed. Bad News. You lost your memory due to the head injury. Which the doctors and Steph, your wife found out like this.

"i am so glad you are awake, Babe!" Steph said.

"Babe? Who are you calling Babe? And who are you?" You asked. Steph looked shocked. Her head turned to the doctors alarmed.

"i am your wife Steph." She replied.

"i think i would know If i am married!" You answered. The doctor gently motioned for Steph ro leave to room with him so they could talk and for your wife to let go of her emotions cause she was crying already.

"what is going on? Why can't she remember me?" Your wife asked.

"usually those memories come back within 24 hours. It's rare that one is struggling to remember years or months but it can happen. If you have pictures and things that are important to both of you, show her. That usually helps!" He explained.

So Steph called Kyra to let the team know what was going on with you and asked her to grab the Box of Pictures, Concert Tickets and Love Letters you and Steph have written one another over the last 4 years.

Both Alessia and Kyra showed up at the hospital, handing over the box.

"she really doesn't remember you?" Kyra asked.

"not even a little bit." Steph said, wiping away some fresh tears. Alessia rubbed her back gently.

"i am sorry Steph, but she is gonna remember you." Alessia told her.

"thanks, i will try to show her those things now." She looked at the Box and walked back into your hospital room. While Kyra and Less were waiting in the waiting area of the Hospital.

"so you really are my wife." You spoke out after looking at all the pictures. You took an extra long look at the wedding Pictures.

"i am!" Steph told you, offering you a small smile but the hint of pain still visible.

"why don't i remember anything?" You asked her and she explained to you how you had hit your head on the Goalpost during the game. You two spent hours of talking and looking at the things in the Box and you actually ended up remembering it all. Much to everyones relief. Especially your wifes.

Cuddles were in order, so were kisses before you fell asleep in her arms. You were allowed to leave the next day but it took you two months to get back to playing in a game.

#woso request #woso x reader #woso fic #steph catley x reader

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nubiawrites · 3 days ago

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chapter ten

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slow burn. 18+. Smut. Sex. Talks of emergency contraception.

Summary: Iriye is forced to face the music at the table read for Paradise Lost but Aaron isn't ready to fall back.

Notes: Better late than never. I wanted to write more of their... lovemaking scene but I will consider releasing outtakes from this story. Enjoy! Drop comments in my ask box, under this post or reblog. I love the responses.

MASTERLIST

Aaron was used to tense situations. Being an actor meant long days and nights. Different personalities collaborated and clashed with each other. This was a given in every life situation. He had seen his fair share of it, but being in a situation like this was never fun.

Things were a bit tense at the official table read for Paradise Lost, and it hadn't even started. Aaron could sense it, the energies in the room clashing a bit. Aaron saw Tamara had her hands on her hips whenever she talked to someone, her voice low, but her eyes looked frustrated. She was trying to be polite, but there was a tenseness.

Nelly was too jittery. The younger woman always had a pep to her step and a joke on her lips, but she was working overtime. He could tell she wasn’t as cheerful but more on the move, her hair in a messy bun rather than the loose waves she kept together.

“Here’s your script,” Nelly said to Aaron, not stopping for their usual small talk.

“You drunk anything that isn’t dark, Nelly,” Aaron stated, trying to get a chuckle.

“I don't like that accusation,” Nelly stated before she sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you,”

“No, you’re fine. My apologies,” Aaron gave her a small smile. Nelly returned it, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “If you want, I can grab you something if it helps,”

“Thank you, but no thank you. I don’t want to leave Tamara and Iriye alone together,” Nelly said before leaning in. “They are not talking,”

“Isn’t that good?” Aaron asked.

“Aaron, that’s the worst thing. They’re doing this weird passive-aggressive attitude with each other,” Nelly rambled on.

“I have a feeling that I might be the cause of that,” Aaron admitted.

“Yeah, I know. Tamara was freaking out when she realized Iriye was at your place. I didn’t tell her anything. I figured Iriye would,” Nelly shrugged.

“Well, I thought Iriye would, too,” Aaron said. Nelly looked around.

“Walk with me to get something not dark from craft services?” Nelly asked him.

Aaron nodded, and Nelly quickly put the rest of the scripts for the cast at their proper seats.

They wandered over to the craft services area set up for the table read. Nelly immediately grabbed a bottle of water, causing Aaron to chuckle.

“To think I was going to offer my great advice giving skills to you about Iriye,” Nelly rolled her eyes before beginning to look over the snacks.

“Forgive me,” Aaron said througha chuckle. “I’m sorry. I mean it,”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Nelly pointed a pretzel at him before eating it. She took her time chewing and then proceeded to wash it down with some water before talking. “Iriye has always kept her cards close to her chest,”

“You’re preaching to the choir,” Aaron said, grabbing his own trail mix from the table.

“But once she opens it, Iriye really will give endless love and devotion. I’ve seen it,” Nelly admits.

“With Jay?” Aaron asked. “I kind of figured that they were an item,”

“Yeah but I don’t think she was ever in love with him. And she ended that before she could find out,” Nelly whispered.

“But she was able to be around you guys with him. She never even told you and Tamara about me,”

“I been knew you two were a thing. I didn’t need her to tell me. Hell, I think I knew from the time we all met in the meeting with Davis,” Nelly stated. Aaron raised one eyebrow at him, and she gave him a look. “Please. Iriye went all cool and collected. That’s her tick for nerves. And you’re a great actor. But not when you have the upper hand on someone. You’re too smug,”

“You really notice everything?” Aaron stated. Nelly raised her bottle.

“If you want to be the best assistant, you gotta notice everything and the cracks in between,” Nelly stated. “Iriye is a complicated woman. Delicate underneath it all, but she’s scared to show it,”

“I know. I get why. She told me about her dad leaving…” Aaron said. Nelly paused while sipping her bottle of water.

“Wait, she talked about her dad?” Aaron could see the gears working overtime in Nelly’s head.

“Yes, she did,” Aaron was about to ask something else when he heard Nelly’s phone ring.

“I’m sorry. I gotta take this,” Nelly said, whispering sorry before she got on the phone.

Aaron returned to where his script was, grabbing his pen and adjusting his glasses. As he was beginning to highlight his lines, he felt the chair beside him creak, and he looked to see Vivian.

“Crap, I’m sorry,” Vivian said apologetically, adjusting her bag on the back of the seat.

“No, you’re good,” Aaron said, adjusting himself so she had room to sit. She gave him a small smile before she took out a pencil case and pulled out pens of different colors, arranging them in a way that made Aaron curious.

“What?” Vivian asked, a nervous smile making it to her face as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Aaron pointed out her pens. “There’s a method to my madness,”

“No, we actors have ways we handle things,” Aaron raised his hands in surrender.

“How are you handling all of this?” Vivian asked. “You know, thrown into the spotlight, and it’s full-blown on you,”

“It’s something,” Aaron admitted. “I was asked to host events and things. And I keep asking myself, why me?”

“It can be a lot,” Vivian nodded. “Doing all the extra when all you want to do is just act,” Aaron could hear something in her words. “Can I give you some advice? One actor to another,”

Aaron sat up some more, ready to learn.

“Know what you’re willing to fight for and what you’re ready to say no to,” Vivian said. “I wish I had learned that a long time ago. Fortunately, I had some good people in my corner, along with some who cared more about the money than my well-being.”

Aaron nodded, knowing of Vivian through his sister’s tabloids and gossiping when they were younger. Vivian seemed to smile through it all, even when people didn’t have the nicest things to say from what he saw.

“When you set what you will and will not take, it makes it harder for people to shake those boundaries,” Vivian explained. “And trust me, with the level of fame you’re about to experience once your show comes out, you’re gonna need it,”

Aaron nodded, taking it in as Vivian checked her phone, a smile taking over her face.

“It’s my boyfriend. Every time I have a first table read, he always sends me a picture of our dog with a cheesy message,” Vivian explained, showing him the picture. Aaron smiled as he saw an actor he had seen before in something, holding the dog up and a message underneath the photo.

“Adorable dog. He takes after his father,” Aaron joked, Vivian chuckling.

“He does,” Vivian said. “Honestly, it’s nice to know after this and some meetings, I have Gabe and Charleston to go home to,” She said. “They make the boundary testing all worth it because, at the end of the day, I’m living my dream and going home to them,”

Aaron thought about those words, looking toward where he felt eyes on him. He saw Iriye, seeing her in the flesh for the first time in a week. She looked frazzled, and he just wanted to smooth the worries from her head. He would kiss her until she talked to him about the most random things in her life. Aaron would be happy to bask in her presence.

Iriye turned her attention back to the production assistant helping with the table read, not wanting to bud into whatever Aaron and Vivian were talking about. They were too close for her liking, but what could she do? Yell at the two romantic leads of the film she wrote and produced. Tell Vivian to back off of Aaron because he was her man.

But Iriye couldn’t do that because she didn’t want to open up that can of worms. They never explicitly said what they were doing with each other during the three months they had been in each other’s lives. That’s where it got tricky because Iriye was comfortable with what they were doing: going on mini dates at each other’s place before sleeping with each other. Late nights in the grocery store or early mornings trekking through the used bookstores Iriye loved. Eating food that was going against his Lanterns fitness regime and watching him try to work it off with his Lanterns regime at the home gym in his apartment.

Iriye just loved being around him. She loved him. It felt too soon to say that. The moment she realized she was really into Aaron was when he dropped her off at her apartment after picking up the morning-after pill. He seemed calm, but she could tell he was agitated. But he still offered to stay with her, having read the side effects on the box as they sat and waited to figure out the next steps of their plan.

“It says side effects include nausea and vomiting,” Aaron read plainly. Even telling her the worst thing sounded great coming from him.

“It’s not my first rodeo with the morning-after pill,” Iriye said nonchalantly.

“So, you’ve done this before?” Aaron stated.

“There was a broken condom situation when a fellow intern when I moved to LA,” Iriye explained. But she didn’t explain how the pill always tended to make her feel like she was dying. She always got the brute force of the side effects.

“I should probably stay then,” Aaron said. “Make sure you’re alright,”

“I don’t need you for this part, Aaron,” Iriye stated too quickly. “It just makes me sleepy, so I’ll be fine. I’ll probably sleep this thing off all weekend. And you probably need to get prepped for the table read and all,” Iriye knew it was a few days off, but in being around Aaron, she knew when it was playtime and work time.

“Iriye-” Aaron reasoned as she got out of the car.

“See you at the table read,” Iriye stated, walking towards her apartment.

And it was a terrible couple of days. Iriye had been fielding calls and texts from Tamara all while trying not to throw up from the morning after side effects. Once it came to Monday, she decided to stay home but not before Tamara could come banging at her door. Iriye had to pretend to not be home before seeing Tamara slip a note under her door. She waited a while before moving to grab the paper and read it: you can’t run away forever.

Now Iriye was back at the lot, ensuring everything was under control until she saw Tamara.

“Iriye,” Tamara was in professional mode.

“Tamara, I-”

“We’re using your latest script,” Tamara said in her professional voice, and Iriye raised a brow. “We can’t do this right now,”

“I know,” Iriye stated.

Tamara moved to talk with someone else on the sound stage while Iriye went to drop off her belongings at her seat. People started gathering around, with Tamara leading the group in quick introductions of the actors and creatives involved in the film. Iriye quickly introduced herself. Vivian led the group in a small round of applause, and she gave a small and curt smile.

As the reading began, Iriye was lost in everyone getting comfortable with each other. each finding their character's voice and emotional journey. One of her favorite things about being a writer was seeing the discoveries others found in and between the lines of her words.

They took their first break during Act One, and Iriye grabbed a snack from craft services. But she should have been smarter because Aaron was right on her tail.

“We need to talk,” Aaron spoke lowly under her voice. Iriye checked her watch.

“We can’t right now,” Iriye shook her head.

“We got fifteen minutes,” He said. “Enough time,”

“We said we wouldn’t do this, us, on the lot,” Iriye reminded.

“Bullshit, Iriye,” Aaron said under his breath.

“Excuse me?” Iriye was shocked at him being snappy with her. He never was.

“Bullshit. You weren’t saying that in your office,” Iriye cleared her throat, hoping no one heard. “Walk with me, Iriye Edwards,”

Aaron began walking ahead, and Iriye glared at his head. He turned towards her.

“Please, Iriye,” Aaron’s eyes softened at her even if his voice was sharp and clear. Iriye huffed and looked around before following him out. Still being the gentleman, he held one of the doors open for her, following behind her. They walked briefly before Aaron stopped them at a familiar structure: the soundstage where they met.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” Iriye stated.

“How are you feeling after the weekend?” He asked her, a nervousness taking over him.

“I took the pill if that’s what you were wondering,” Iriye stated. “I forgot how sick those things make me,” She said too much, seeing Aaron’s eyes soften more. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t like when people see I’m sick,”

“What’s wrong with seeing you sick,” Aaron said.

“Because I was gross and hunched over a toilet,” Iriye said. “I can take care of myself,”

“I know that, Iriye. But when you’re with someone. When you want to be in a relationship with them, you let them see all sides of yourself: the good, the bad, and the ugly,” Aaron said.

“Well, here you go. You’ve reached the bad part,” Iriye said. “I self-sabotage before you get a chance to figure out I’m not good enough and leave,”

“You think I’m going to leave?” Iriye chuckled.

“Aaron, it’s a given,” Iriye stated. “You’re handsome. You’re talented. And so deserving of every chance you’re going to get,” Iriye bit her lip. “But so am I,”

Aaron raised a brow at her words, moving closer to her.

“There’s going to be a point where it’s going to be what I want or what you want,” Iriye said. “And I’m afraid that when we get to that point, one of us might make the wrong choice,”

“So you would rather quit while you’re ahead?” Aaron asked, looking at her deeply in her eyes. “Answer me, Iriye,” His gaze was intense, and she wanted to look anywhere but him. But she was in his orbit and hated how close she had allowed him to get.

“I-I don’t know,” Iriye tried looking at his sweater. Aaron tilted her chin up to look up at him.

“We need to talk about this, Iriye. Not right now, because we have to return to the table read. But we’re gonna talk about this,” Aaron stroked her chin.

“Okay,” Iriye said.

Iriye and Aaron pulled apart, trying not to walk too closely to each other as they made it back to the soundstage. Iriye let him enter first, and Tamara stopped her just as she was going to go in.

“Tamara, we’ve got to get back,” Iriye muttered.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” Tamara asked. Iriye bit her lip.

“I didn’t mean to hide it from you,” Iriye whispered.

“But you didn’t,” Tamara said. “Is this about Jay?”

“No,” Iriye admitted. “It had nothing to do with him,”

“I know he and I are still being friends; it bugs you, but he was my friend before you were his girlfriend,” Tamara stated.

“I know, Tam. I wasn’t asking you to take sides,” Iriye said.

“But I wouldn’t have said anything if he asked about your dating life. Maybe that’s why you didn’t tell me,” Tamara stated.

“I know you wouldn’t,” Iriye admitted. “I just… I’m figuring things out, and I didn’t want to say something, and it didn’t work out. Saying something would make it real. Maybe too real,”

“I saw you two at the snack table,” Tamara said. “I was going to talk to you, but I saw him and you,”

“We’re about to start again,” A production assistant interrupted them. Iriye nodded toward them, and they left.

“You like him. Probably more than you ever liked Jay,” Iriye heard Tamara’s words.

“We need to focus back on the table read,” Iriye rubbed her on her jeans.

“It’s okay to feel for him, Iriye. You deserve to be happy,” Tamara said.

“I’m sorry, Tamara,” Iriye moved to hug Tamara, and she embraced her back.

“I’m sorry, too,” Tamara squeezed Iriye. They pulled apart, returning to the table together.

The energy for the rest of the table read felt better, Iriye able to focus at moments, hearing the chemistry building amongst the cast. The reactions to different scenes and dialogues had her feeling like everything she had worked so hard for, was coming to fruition.

By the last scene, Iriye’s eyes were shiny with tears. They got to the last pages and a few of the actors in the cast clapped. Tamara took a moment to speak, letting everyone know that Lanoire productions were thankful for them to join the journey of this film getting made.

The table read was wrapped up and Iriye was grabbing her things from her office when she heard a knock at her door. She looked up and saw Aaron.

“Can I come in?” Iriye nodded and he entered her office, looking around. “How are you feeling?”

Iriye let out a deep breath she felt like she had been fighting. “I feel like… I can breathe a little better,”

“You and Tamara?” Aaron asked.

“We’re good. I’m pretty sure I owe her dinner, two bottles of wine and a gossip session about us,” Iriye said. She saw the smile smile on his face and she bit her lip. “Aaron…”

“You said us,” Aaron moved to grab her bag, packing it up. “Come on,”

“Aaron, I gotta go home,”

“I know. I’m taking you home. I know you didn’t drive your car since you haven’t been feeling good,” Iriye rolled her eyes as the man before her.

“So bossy,” Iriye took her bag from him.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you rolling your eyes at me,” Aaron said as he led her out.

Iriye was quiet as she let Aaron drive her home in his car, his hand on her thigh as Sade played in his car. They didn’t speak but it was enough for Iriye. It made her feel warm and that thought came through her head. She loved him.

They got to her place and Iriye let them in, Aaron taking her bag off and putting it where she kept it normally.

“Go shower. I’m going to make us some dinner and we’re going to talk like adults,” Aaron demanded. “Then if you want to step away from us, you can,”

Iriye was going to say something but she saw the look on Aaron’s face.

“Fine,” Iriye turned to her bathroom and went inside, using the time as she needed. She had to get this fine ass man out of her house. But taking her time in the shower would give her the space to breathe and take in how she would do this. She could go the anger route. Yell at him. Threaten him. Tell him she wouldn’t see him. But she didn’t want that. She wanted him.

Iriye dried off, taking the time to moisturize her skin and she deciped to slip into some sweats and a t shirt. She walked into the kitchen to see Aaron heating up some pasta sauce she had in a jar.

“You need to go grocery shopping,” Aaron pointed out. He had some noodles boiling and she bit her lip.

“Maybe. I’ve just been spending a lot of time at this man’s house,” Iriye said.

“Oh a man. What’s he like?” Aaron asked, playing along.

“Well for one, he’s tall. Really built like a linebacker or something,” Iriye mentioned. “His ears kind of a tad big for his head,”

“Not too much,” Aaron chuckled.

“He’s passionate and sweet and funny. Can go toe to toe with me when we bicker,” Iriye stated. She watched as he continued cooking with what she had, moving to plate the paste with the sauce for her.

“I did the best I could,” He said, moving to get her a glass of water for Iriye. He place it by her. “Now eat,”

“Someone’s bossy,” Iriye dug into the meal. He watched her eat, Iriye knowing that he was focused on her. Once she finished, she watched Aaron move her plate out the way and pulled her chair closer to him as they sat at her counter. “What has gotten into you?” Iriye asked.

“You have, Iriye Edwards,” Aaron spoke, his hand moving to her cheek and cupping it. “So if this is what you don’t want,” His hand sliding up her thigh. “You’ll tell me to stop,” He cupped her pussy through her sweats and Iriye bit her lip.

“Aaron,” Iriye moaned. His hand slid into her sweats, finding her pussy as she didn’t put panties on.

“No panties. You made this so much easier for me, love,” Aaron slipped two fingers inside of Iriye and he quickly found that spot inside of her that made her gasp out.

Iriye was going to shut her legs but Aaron stood, moving to stand between her legs. His hand went to the nape of her neck and twisted his fingers into the hair there, making her look at him.

“You want me to stop, say it,” Aaron challenged her, blue eyes piercing her own. “Say it,”

Iriye couldn’t say anything as she moaned, his fingers working inside of her, his thumb touching her clit.

“The thing is you need me, Iriye,” Aaron said. “And I need you,” He leaned down to kiss her lips and Iriye kissed him back deeply.

Iriye cupped his cheeks as their lips moved against each others, Aaron swallowing every moan and gasp that slipped as he worked her pussy with his fingers, feeling her juices coming out more and more.

Aaron pulled back from kissing her, taking his fingers out of her pussy and sliding them to her lips, letting her taste herself amongst them. Iriye moaned, tasting her sweet juices. He pulled his fingers and kissed her, groaning.

“Come on,” Aaron lifted Iriye up, her hands moving to his neck and her legs wrapped around him. He led them to her bedroom and she gasps as he dropped her on her bed. “Strip,” Iriye sat up and with the look in his eye, she knew not to play around.

Iriye shuffled her sweats down, leaving her bottom half bare and then her shirt came off, her titties bouncing back to their space. Aaron;s eyes took in every part of her body and she felt so exposed like a raw nerve. He got himself out of his shirt, the slight hair on his chest coming into view and the same speckle just above his pants. No belt was in his jeans and she watched as he unbuttoned it, his boxer briefs coming into view to show the hard bulge below as he got out of them.

“Can I taste you,” Iriye asked and Aaron just chuckled.

“You think I’m going to let you have what you want?” Aaron stated. “After you drove me mad all week, worried about you,” Iriye thought it was posessiveness making him act like this but it was more than that. “Get the condom,” Iriye shuffled up her bed to check her sidetable draw. Just as she was about to grab the gold foil, she felt a smack to her ass and she moaned from the sting, looking back at him. “Get the condom, Iriye,”

Iriye grabbed it, shifting till she was laying against the pillow. Like a lion, Aaron crawled over her. He took the condom out of her hands and opened it, slipping it onto himself.

Aaron crawled over Iriye, his eyes meeting her and leaning down for a soft kiss. And Iriye hated that she felt like she didn’t deserve him being sweet for a moment.

“Let me in, Iriye,” Aaron whispered and it wasn’t just her opening her legs and bed to him. It was everything else. Letting him into her life and her heart.

Before she could reply, Aaron pushed into her, a groan leaving his lips as he pressed into her pussy. She gasped as the familiar feeling of her body stretching around his length.

Aaron took a moment to regain himself, his body rocking into her as Iriye’s nail went to his back to find purchase. But he took both of her hands and pressed them to the bed.

“No. You’re just going to feel me. Feel what I do to you. That’s your only focus. Do you understand,” Aaron demanded.

“Yes,” Iriye moaned as she felt him beginning to thrust his length inside of her. Soft gasps left her as Aaron was commited to being slow and steady. His length slide in and out of her, the wet sounds echoing amongst their moans and groans.

Aaron was rolling his hips too good into her. Rocking against her as her feet tried to find purchase on the bed. His chest was rubbing against her nipples, growing harder and making her pussy throb with each movement.

“God, I wish I could feel how wet you are again,” He whispered against her lips, him leaning down to kiss her. Her hands were gasping the covers as Aaron pinned her down.

“You feel so good inside of me,” Iriye moaned out, feeling him thrust a little harder into her and causing her to cry out.

“You really wanted to end this,” Aaron groaned against her neck. “Look at me,” He twisted his hips in a way that had Iriye arching her back, body still rocking slowly into her. “You want me to stop?”

Iriye gasped as he thrust again, hitting her g spot. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a second.

“You didn’t answer me Iriye,” He thrust harder into her. “You want me to stop?”

“No,” Iriye whined out. Aaron paused for a moment and she was about to moan her discontent.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Iriye did as she was told, her legs wrapping around his waist. He lifted her back up from the bed. “Arms around my neck,” She wrapped around his neck and that’s when she knew he was trying to ruin her for anyone else.

Aaron’s muscles weren’t just for looks as he began bouncing her on his cock, lifting her like she was nothing. She began crying out, not caring that her neighbors would most likely complain. If they were getting fucked like this while on their worst behavior, they would understand.

“You really want this to stop,” Aaron lifted her, his cock hitting her g spot just right and her being forced to take the onslaught was wrecking her. They were both trying to breath between gasps and moans. “A-Answer me,” He stuttered as Iriye’s pussy spasmed.

“No. Please! No! Don’t stop,” Iriye cried out loudly. She clutched onto him for dear life as the wet slaps fell against his hips.

“You really wanted to run from this,” Aaron was thrusting up into her harder. “But no one can fuck you like this,” He made sure to puntactate each word with a hard thrust, forcing cries from her body.

“Aaron!” Iriye whined.

“When I am done with you, you’re only going know my name. You understand, love,” Aaron thrust harder into her.

“Fuck! Yes,” Iriye cried out. He thrust up into her as he brought her body down onto his length, cries and moans leaving Iriye’s body as he moved faster. “You’re going to make cum!” Iriye whined.

“Good. Cum on your cock. I’m yours baby,” Aaron leaned in to kiss her. Her lips hungrily found his and she cried out as she felt her pussy spasming. It took a couple more thrusts before Iriye screamed out. Her juices flooding his length just made Aaron thrust harder, him groaning out as his orgasm hit her and they crumpled to the bed, entangled in each others arms. They would have to talk at some point but their bodies did most of the work and that was enough for now.

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bingbongsupremacy · 2 days ago

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Hey I saw your old post asking which fanfics you should do next. I know it didn’t win but could you please please please do “Tell Me You Love Me Again” with Eddie. Im in dire need of some good angst ❤️

Tell Me You Love Me Again

Sorry this took me so long to write! I have had some massive writer's block. Hopefully, this is okay!

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x reader

Story Type: Angst

Warning: Y/N use, swearing, Eddie's a bit of a greedy ass ngl

Summary: You've been with Eddie since before he was famous. It used to be a loving relationship. As the years have passed, things have changed. Can you save the dying spark between you?

*Not Proof Read*

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"Baby, you wanted to talk. Why are we just sitting here in silence?" Eddie asks with a grin. He casually flips through a music magazine, observing all of the new instruments for sale.

I take a deep breath. How do I even start this conversation? He's been so busy launching his band's new line of merch that I doubt this is a great time to talk about our relationship. Who knows when we'll have another opportunity? This is the first time I've been able to see him privately in weeks. I don't know how long I can keep harboring my frustrations.

"We do need to talk...here goes nothing." I sigh. "It's about our relationship."

Eddie pulls his eyes away from his magazine, his smile fading into a serious expression. "What about it?"

"I've been feeling very frustrated lately. I feel like you're never home, and I never get to see you anymore. I miss you." I reply honestly.

Eddie sets the magazine on top of the coffee table that separates us. "I know it's been busy lately, but it's great for us! Now I can take you anywhere you want to go. Name any place, and I can bring you there." Eddie's playful smile returns.

I let out a tired laugh. "Eddie, that's nice and all, but the problem is you don't have the time to take me anywhere I want to go. I just want you to dial it back a bit, please. Spend more time with me, and I'm sure Wayne would love it if you spent some time with him, too."

I'm not even sure if Eddie has time to call Wayne anymore. I might be the only one talking to him regularly.

"I spend plenty of time with Wayne." Eddie's expression is slightly offended.

"It's just the past year; you've rarely been back. Can't you take some time off? Cancel a few tour dates or reschedule some photoshoots?"

"I can't just abandon my career, Y/N. My band has worked so hard for this." Eddie argues. "It wouldn't be fair to the boys."

"What about what's fair to me, Eddie?" I let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm not asking you to abandon anything, Eddie. I just think you should prioritize our relationship a little more. We barely see each other anymore!" My heart pounds. "When you're not on tour, you're constantly doing promotional videos or photoshoots. We haven't gone on a date in almost a month."

My flurry of emotions has caused tears to prick the back of my eyes. Fuck, I can't cry right now.

Eddie's shoulders are tense. His usual animated and playful exterior is replaced with a frustrated and angry one. One I rarely see, especially not when talking to me.

"That's part of the job. I'm a fucking rockstar, Y/N. I can't exactly blow off the world tours and photoshoots. My label and manager expects me to get shit out quickly. You don't understand! The moment I stop making songs and producing new shit, the moment all of this, " He gestures around the room to all of his expensive nicknacks and furniture. "disappears. I'll become irrelevant. My band will become irrelevant. This is my life, Y/N. And you're going to need to learn to accept it."

My frown deepens. "Do you hear yourself? How can you not see how greedy you're becoming? What happened to just loving music? Loving the art of creating, no matter how many people heard. When did this all become about money?" I stand up from my spot on Eddie's couch, needing to put some distance between myself and the man. I avoid making eye contact with him, knowing if I do, I'll burst into tears.

This room suddenly feels so suffocating. "Is this really all you care about? How many shows you can sell out? How deep your pockets can get?"

"For fucks sake, Y/N." Eddie groans as he leans back against his recliner. His head hits the back of the seat, an annoyed expression flashing across his face. "You're being so fucking dramatic."

I shake my head. "This is not what I signed up for. You are not the man I signed up to be with."

Eddie stiffens. Hurt crosses his eyes. His face turns stoic as he looks me dead in the eye. A dark anger replaces his hurt. "Things change. People change. Obviously, I've changed. If you hate me so fucking much, why don't you get the fuck out and find someone new? Someone who better suits your lifestyle since you're not happy with me."

I freeze. My heart drops at his bitter words. He's never spoken to me like this before.

He's so different than the man I fell in love with all those years ago. Life seemed simpler in Hawkins. I'd work the night shift at The Hideout and he'd play with his band. I was able to see him regularly while he was still able to do what he loved. No massive world tours to separate us for months. No partying until early the next day. Just the two of us, supporting each other and doing what we loved.

I feel my cheeks heat from embarrassment and anger. He's right. He's changed, and it's obviously been for the worse. "You know what, you're right."

Eddie's eyes widen slightly in surprise, like he didn't think I'd agree.

"You don't want to work this out like an adult, so I'm going to leave. We're done, Eddie. I can't do this anymore. I deserve someone willing to set aside time for me. I shouldn't be the only one giving 100% to the relationship. I need someone who respects me and what I need. You can't give that to me." I grab my purse from the couch. I pause right before I reach the door. " Eddie, " I turn to look back at the man.

He doesn't meet my gaze. His eyes are trained on his locked hands. He looks like he's in disbelief.

"I hope you find what you're looking for. Just know that you'll never have enough money or fame to please yourself. Materialistic things can only bring you so much happiness. You'll suffer until you realize that. I just hope it isn't too late when you finally do."

With that, I leave the apartment. As soon as the door behind me clicks shut, the tears begin to fall. I lean against the wall near Eddie's door and wrap my arms around myself for some sort of support.

I wish he loved me enough to apologize. I wish he would come out here, tell me he was wrong, and that he was going to try to fix things.

I finally garner the strength to push away from Eddie's wall and make my way downstairs. With every step, I think of new things I wish Eddie would do.

When I take my last step out of the apartment building, disappointment settles in my chest as I realize none of my wishes came true.

Eddie's a rockstar. He'll never love me as much as he loves his lifestyle.

I was stupid to think he'd always be the man I fell in love with in Hawkins, Indiana.

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potato-lord-but-not · 2 days ago

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Around 8 months ago (I can't believe its been that long either) you answered an ask about what Arthur Lester and his 3 bf's ideal positions were (top/bottom/switch), and, just out of curiosity, have you changed your mind at all about your answers? Or is John still a top, Oscar still a bottom, and Noel & Arthur both switches?

ITS BEEN THAT LONG ?!?!!?! good god oufghc anyway anyway- I think that has changed a bit and I’ll put my ramblings under cut bc well. there’s probably a bit more detail than you want out on your tumblr dash

okay Arthur hasn’t changed, he’s still a switch in my heart. I think John is still mainly a top, but he dabbles in switching positions. Like if someone realllllyyyy wants to top he’ll be like “okay :)”

Noel is definitely just a top, and he tried being the bottom once and was content to not try it again (even if Oscar was patient and gentle). Although he does top, he’s not much for penetrative sex. He has some problems getting like, physically aroused (also aforementioned preferences- he’s a bit of a voyeur, he’s got those monsterfucker tendencies, whatever the fuck he and the butcher had going on) and therefore likes to get creative with it. He definitely likes to have a bit of control during sex, not being possessive but just being in the lead.

Oscar is mainly still a bottom but I think he can switch it up if he wants because he’s hot like that. Im pretty sure this might directly contradict my earlier statements, b u t- it took him a while to be comfortable being the top, because he’s had very negative connotations with that position. He didn’t like the idea of the power imbalance during sex it could make, and that he’d be the one creating it. With enough patience tho he was willing to give it go with someone he trusted (Noel probably, and although that didn’t do much for Noel he was still great at giving pointers). Annddd I think that’s why I like bottom John and top Oscar together bc they’re going against their usual preferences and trusting the other to give them something they don’t usually get.

I feel bad for writing whole paragraphs for Noel and Oscar and jarthur just gets to share a single sentence um OOPS- uhhh o k a y

John! a switch with top preferences! he gets really aggressive with Arthur but that’s just because Arthur matches his energy. I think he also talks a lot during sex, mainly giving affirmations and praise. With Noel tho- if he’s still human then they’re just having a teasing match. Noel likes to bring out the flirt and get under John’s skin, and John is trying so hard to keep up without just being an ass. Monster John and Noel tho? all bets are off and they’re getting real freaky with it. John still makes sure to be careful and check in often incase he does something that might hurt Noel. And Noel’s like sweetheart I don’t caarrrrreeee pleaassseeee get those tendrils around me. And with Oscar he’s verrrryyyyy careful. Like he could most definitely get more rough with him, but he doesn’t want to do something wrong and have Oscar never want to be near him again. So he’s real gentle, placing more emphasis on foreplay and closeness than actual sex.

and Arthur! the guy I think about the least somehow! sorry king! a switch that is a horny little freak at heart. He’s up for a lot of things and will be down to try anything if his partner thinks they’ll like it. He’s definitely got more of a dominant personality, and I think that’s verryyy evident with, surprise surprise, Parker! Those two had some wweiirrdddd dynamics going on and thought of flirting and sex like some kinda secret game they both wanted to win. Arthur gets manipulative sometimes, but only if he knows the other person would enjoy it. I think since he’s aro, he’s got less romantic attachment to sex, and thus just really likes having sex to unwind or have some fun.

OUG I RAMBLED TOO HARD SORRY I’ll leave

#ask #wough I think about them too hard #something something exploring a character and their dynamic with others thru sex etc etc #arthur lester and his three boyfriends

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“i know there’s a blade where your heart is, and you know how to use it”

assassin!reader x nishimura riki

“you can take my flesh if you want girl,

but baby don’t abuse it.”

summary: you were given the task to eliminate niki, in order to target his influential uncle who loved him quite a lot. to do so, you had to get close to him, perhaps catch him in a vulnerable position and finish the job. easy enough, right?

warnings: interesting family relations, revenge, depictions of violence and blood? smut, no fluff even if you squint

warnings for the smut: rough sex , fingering , oral (f and m recieving), hair pulling, choking, spanking , degrading , petnames/degrading names , dirty talk , creampie , breeding kink, knifeplay, overstimulation , biting , begging , size kink , corruption kink (i think), gagging, tieing up, multiple orgasms , messy making out, unprotected sex, pwp, p in v, cunt slapping, should be it forgive me if i missed anything

word count: 7.5k words

note: this is lowkey just pure filth badly written with the illusion of a plot 🙏🙏 also this def feels a bit like a drabble some places so forgive me 🙏 and if it doesent make sense/the writing is weird some places also forgive me!!!

this was a req for my friend and also forgive me if its bad not my best fs i def was losing it towards the end nd i didnt crosscheck!! sorry for the bad smut too cOUGH

also, the words with the red colour in the middle here and there (except for the last line) are all lyrics from the song ive linked so they arent actually saying it except for one part where they actually do say the lyrics and for that ive added quotations there so you would understand.

the song is a theme song that i chose for the fic cuz i like doing that for all my fics. its ur choice whether u wanna listen to it or not. tyy

mdni . hate comments will be deleted

(under cut!!)

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“yeah but.. why exactly are we targeting his nephew instead? i mean, it won’t be that hard to just take him out, right?” you replied in response to what your boss said as you poured yourself some coffee. great! you were barely finished with your last mission and now your boss is already pushing more work on you. and if it wasn’t already bad, you have to go undercover in this. and why that’s such a problem? it’s cause you can’t do acting for the love of god and always get close to fucking the act up.

“sure, but i don’t think you realise the political risks that come with having him executed. they won’t be directed at us sure but they definitely will cause a stir in media.” your boss replied as she took one of the cups of coffee from you. “and plus,” she added, “i promise you it’s much less tedious for you to eliminate his nephew then him. ill give you the briefing once again.” she paused before picking up some file and continued, “we will get you into the university the target studies in and all you have to do is get close to him, somehow, date him if necessary and just execute him when the time and place is right.” she completed, taking a sip from her coffee and moving her chair to her file cabinet, seemingly taking out some files as if she didn’t just drop a bomb on me.

easy, my ass!

do i look like someone who can easily just flirt their way into someone’s life? you groaned as you realised there truly was no way out of this and your boss was determined to have you do this.

“..i don’t have a say in this, do i?” you placed the finished cup of coffee in the sink, as you begrudgingly asked. “nope, so chop chop, get to it.”

how fucking annoying. truly, you wish one day your target could be your boss. but some things can only be dreams..

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quite frankly, you knew it was going to be a bit of a pain in your ass but you didn’t realise it was going to be THIS bad of a pain in your ass.

first problem? this uni is like straight out of some petty coming of age romance film, everyone barely notices some random quiet girl in the back. no matter how cringe that sounds, you were getting badly ignored and it wasn’t helping.

second problem? your target, nishimura riki, is some bitchy fuck boy! okay, maybe that’s a little overboard, just a little. he was this overly smart, and.. kind of annoyingly hot, popular guy who is just a bit too cocky and competitive. sure, with his friends, he seemed like a pretty kind and charismatic person. but it was all still a problem for you because how the hell do you get him to talk to you, let alone glance at you!?

if this was some sappy romance, you would be fine with just staring at him from afar. but, it’s not. you actually have something to get done and your boss’ annoying ‘chop chop’ is practically ringing in your head. damn it.

also, you were pretty annoyed too due to the fact that you’re practically reliving uni life except its worse because you know absolutely nothing about this place or the people here. just silently attending classes like some loner. sigh, what has your life become?

you were about to enter your next class and god maybe someone up there took pity on you because coincidentally, there was actually a seat empty next to that japanese idiot! finally, none of his shitty friends were bombarding him. holy shit, finally, you can make at least some sort of progress.

you head over to the seat, a bit too eagerly, and sit down, trying to act as normal as you can.

oh.

oh this bastard.. he didn’t even bother to look at who sat next to him? seriously!

as you took out your books so you could at least act like a normal student, you saw one of his friends coming over, presumably to talk to riki.

“hey ni-ki, you are still up for that arcade night tomorrow, right?” his friend, whose name was maki, from what you had learned, asked riki who you just learned was also called ni-ki. okay, good, you’re already gaining some new information, no matter how useless it may be.

“oh.. well yeah, about that..” riki scratched the back of his head, groaning. “i don’t think i can. some assholes tried to target an attack on me yesterday and ever since then, my uncle has been hell bent on getting me some bodyguard.”

oh my god. you could barely contain your reaction. first of all, pretty sad that his next assassin is sitting right next to him. next of all, a bodyguard??? this could either become really bad or really good for you, depending on how you act. but right now, there were already ideas brewing in your mind how you could use this to your advantage.

maki scoffed, looking at him with amusement “a bodyguard? you’re kidding?? damn, guess you’re a hotshot now, huh? leaving us peasants behind.” he replied while letting out some dramatic gasp, taking the other seat next to him. “still, did those attackers hurt you? are you okay?” riki nodded, also taking out his books as the professor walked in, replying “yeah, i’m fine.. well as fine as someone whose about to get all their privacy taken by some stupid bodyguard can be-!” in response, maki just laughed as he just made fun of his pathetic fate while advising him to convince the bodyguard to let him come.

after that, you didn’t really bother to care about their conversation and just blocked it out as it was irrelevant, and instead started thinking about the next course of action you could take. you took out your phone to shoot a message to your boss about your plan, to which you quickly received a thumbs up with her letting you know she would handle it. finally, you actually made some progress! you could definitely treat yourself to some good food for this.

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and handle it, she did. your boss sent you a message not long after, which you saw after class. she sent you some messages with information.

first of all, riki’s uncle was apparently consulting his close friends to get a good bodyguard, however she got to know that..

and secondly, she has connections with one of his close friends and managed to get them to vouch for you as bodyguard, so hopefully, mr riki’s uncle would agree and your plan would go smoothly!

all that’s left now is for your boss to give you the green light that you were appointed and then you could finally do your work. thank god that atleast now you don’t have to somehow flirt with this man. his cocky attitude would make it feel like you’re flirting with some full of himself guy from my university days.

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after a few days, you got the message that you were finally appointed as his bodyguard, after she pulled some strings here and there. you met the uncle who honestly seemed like a really chill guy for someone who is like.. a major target for like.. everyone in the political field.

you got a room next to riki’s in their abnormally large house so that you could be next to him at all times. obviously, you knew riki wasn’t actually going to accept it without any resistance, especially if his conversation with maki from a few days ago was anything to go off of. you just didn’t think he was going to be this mad..

“stay 10 feet away from me.”

“you aren’t coming into the restaurant. i don’t fucking care, if you want, tell my uncle.”

“can you please quit? if you don’t do it yourself i’ll say you were trying to harass me or something.”

“cry to my uncle about it, i am not letting you come”

that’s all you heard in your first few weeks! this goddamn asshole was extremely mad about having a bodyguard and he kept making my job difficult, so difficult that his uncle had to literally call me and ask me if i’m even doing my job! fucking hell.

for instance, the arcade night was a literal nightmare.

you followed riki down to the car that had come to pick him up, presumably with his friends.

you were about to open the door for him when he glared at you before getting in and immediately slamming the car door shut. what the fuck!? I could have lost my hand there! you tried your best to control yourself from lashing out at him and went to open the door, only for him to lock it immediately.

“excuse me?” you mouthed as you looked at riki questioningly. the windows of the car rolled down as riki put on of his arms on the sill, leaning back smugly. “what? pfft, you really thought you were going to come in the same car as me? how cute.” he scoffed before continuing, “get your own car. or maybe get the drivers to drive you there. orr…., better yet, leave my ass alone and have a life. thanks!” he waved you goodbye, smirking annoyingly before immediately having his friend drive off, not even letting you respond.

wait- he didn’t even tell you the address!? fuck!

you stood there dumbfounded, trying to figure out what to do. that fucker did that on purpose, didn’t he? you groaned, plopping down on the bench in the garden, figuring out how to tell his uncle that his beloved nephew abandoned his bodyguard.

and that was only one instance of a million, that occurred in that nightmarish week.

and quite frankly, it was a million too many. you had enough.

it was saturday night and riki was cooped up in his room, probably playing some shitty game. you were bored out of your mind but you couldn’t go anywhere as long as riki was in his room. you sighed before making a decision.

you were planning to talk to him about his annoying behaviour and thought, why not now? it’s time you disturb him a little too.

you walked out of your guest room and knocked on the door to his room.

no response. you knock again, twice this time.

no response, again. you knock once again, this time more aggressively.

seriously? i know he’s in there, is he actually ignoring me!? you groan before opening the door, sick of waiting for him to respond. and of course, he was playing video games. and almost as if to mock you, he put his headphones back on, showing you that he had his headphones off and indeed, could hear perfectly that you were knocking.

you walked over to his console before removing the plug. you play games yourself and you know very well how annoying it is to disconnect mid game. deserved!

as soon as the game turned off, you looked at riki.

“what the fuck was that for?” he practically shot daggers at you, placing down the controller and placing his attention on you.

“at least i have your attention now, no?” you smiled, leaning on the window in his room.

“could have just told me you were desperate for my attention, a bit dramatic, no?” he smirked, imitating your tone and wording the desperate in a tone that seemed a bit too.. inappropriate.. for the current situation.

“yup, that’s exactly what i would have done if you actually cared to look at me.” you paused before continuing, “anyways, i came to talk to you about the way you’re acting.”

“oh? what? you ‘gonna lecture me on how i am being unreasonable?” he said before scoffing. “yes, actually! you are being unreasonable! i am merely doing my job so can you not keep getting me in trouble? if you hate this so much, go talk to your uncle, not take it out on me!”

he stilled, almost as if he was listening to you intently, before chuckling. fucking chuckling at what you said. “seems you aren’t all that you portrayed yourself as when i saw you here, huh?” he said, grinning at you. you looked at him, confused at what he meant. “actually, i don’t hate this as much as you think. don’t get me wrong, i still do hate that i have no privacy but i was doing all that just to see you react.” he paused before continuing, “i mean, when i first saw you, it annoyed me that my father thought someone whose the same age as me somehow can protect me better than i can. i felt like annoying you to see how you’d react.” he confessed as if he was just telling you some gossip. he was kidding, right? just getting a reaction, my ass! he almost got me fucking fired like 7 times last week!

“are you fucking kidding me? is this some romantic story to you, a challenge to get me to react? seriously..” you sighed exasperatedly, and practically glaring at him. “what? is it so wrong of me to have some fun? it just amused me to see you acting all high and mighty when you’re my age.” okay, sure, maybe you were acting a little bossy because you found it funny that someone so cocky and popular at university was getting protected by you but- wait.. did he say ‘his age’!? how does he even know that?! “how do you know i’m your age? I don’t remember telling you my age, unless your uncle told you it..” you reply, confused.

he looked at you, almost looking puzzled at your question. “what? i thought you were just ignoring it but i think you actually didn’t realise.. you do know we are in the same university, right?” oh right, you had completely forgotten you had that whole university thing before. wait, but even then, did he actually notice you? damn.. “right, but i thought you didn’t know i existed.” you laughed sarcastically, looking at him.

you both talked to each other, surprisingly without him trying to piss you off every second and you having to clench your fists from anger. he was just a normal university student with a bit of a crazy home life and well.. extremely hot, if you haven’t mentioned it already. honestly, you don’t ever talk to the people you’re targeting like this so it was definitely something new. it made you see him as someone more.. life like? which is quite weird since you are technically about to take that very life out of him soon.

damn.

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riki.

nishimura fucking riki.

you don’t know what it was about him but damn did every single moment spent with him make you feel so weirdly happy.

at first, it was just nice to hangout with someone normally after years of having your only interaction with people being your colleagues or the people you were going to kill.

then, for some reason, he started spending almost all of his free time at home which just meant he was with me most of the time. as if conversing with him occasionally wasn’t already making you question your professionalism, now he’s spending all his time with you. normally, he would go out, hangout with friends and just do something away from me. and now? complete switch.

and on top of that, it was annoying you because it felt like a constant reminder that, ‘hey look, you have all the time and opportunities to kill him spotlessly and you. aren’t. doing. it. just admit, he makes you feel giddy.’ and you didn’t like that.

you had so many opportunities to just end this whole thing, easily get rid of your traces, but no. every time you would pick up that gun in your pocket, you would just end up putting it right back where it belongs. every. single. time.

sometimes, he would catch you in the act because of how your brain was practically short circuiting and you wouldn’t even realise that the gun was still in your hand. you wouldn’t even realise it and he would look at you, confused

“just what exactly were you planning to do with that?”

you made an excuse once, but you kept doing the same damn thing. maybe a part of you wanted him to see, be mad at you so maybe you could just finish the job quick. this was torture.

but then, you started to realise how suspicious he was being. not just once, not even twice but instead thrice! he caught you thrice, holding that gun, looking incredibly suspicious. hell one time you almost had it even pointed at him.

anyone would find it suspicious and at least confront you about it, if not directly get you removed! it almost felt like he knew, and was instead playing along. goddamn it.

and of course, he wasn’t stupid. he did notice. he saw all those times you looked like you were about to do something. he would be a fool if he didn’t find your behaviour at least a little suspicious. like how you became his bodyguard right after you conveniently overheard him talking about how his uncle was looking for a bodyguard for him.

like how you act like he doesn’t have a million targets on his back.

like how you were conveniently almost always in the same classes as him.

like how he would catch you trying to avoid him when he talked to you.

like how he would catch you holding a gun conveniently when he had his back to you.

like how he would catch that look of guilt, in your eyes.

he wasn’t stupid. in fact, far from it.

he knew and you kept confirming his suspicions.

the voices in my head screaming ‘run now’, im praying that their human

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and as if the universe was mocking you or maybe telling you to hurry up with it, his uncle actually goes on a business trip abroad from which he won’t be back for at least 2 weeks. great.

well, technically, it should be great, you should be ecstatic that you practically hit jackpot with this opportunity. especially with the constant messages of your boss telling you to hurry up becoming background music in your mission.

you should be happy but of course, you aren’t. you aren’t because you know you had just as many opportunities before and wasted them.

but you had made up your mind.

whatever you were doing, have been doing and might do if you don’t put an end to this is stupid.

and you are going to put and end to it today no matter what.

after ni-ki came back from uni, you spent some time on your laptop and with him, switching between the two and still never being able to pull out your gun.

finally, it was evening and ni-ki had said that he would make dinner for us, wanting you to try his cooking.

you made your way to the kitchen, finding him standing there.

“how’s it going?” you asked as you came up next to him, taking a spoon and trying some of the garnish he had made for the food. “mm.. tastes pretty good, honestly didn’t think you had it in you.” you chuckled as you looked up at him.

his breath hitched at the sound you made before clearing his throat, “impressed?” he said as he walked over to grab some dishes. “sure am.” you replied in the affirmative, watching him intently.

he came back and stood over you, reaching for something behind you. you were just about to move away when he placed a hand on the side, blocking you.

shit, he was close.

too close.

this whole time leading up to this, the sexual tension between you two was so thick it could be cut with a knife. so, you actually feeling something for him wasn’t the only thing distracting you.

you could practically hear his heartbeat due to how close he was.

and you could tell he knew, as he took his sweet time grabbing whatever the fuck he was grabbing behind you.

finally, he moved away, allowing you to let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

fucking hell! it was driving you insane that he kept doing this and breaking down the resolve you would slowly build up. before, you would at least pick up the gun but now? you could barely do even that.

you had enough. just as ni-ki turned around to focus on something in the bowl, you walked over to one of the knives on the counter, swiping it clean and sliding it on your finger. this wasn’t sharp enough.

then, you turned around and spotted the knife next to ni-ki, which looked extremely new and sharp. that could definitely work.

if you weren’t picking up the gun, you’ll just have to take the knife.

you slowly walked over, keeping an eye on whether he was continuing what he was doing or getting ready to turn around.

just as you were about to grab the knife, ni-ki turns around immediately and grabs your wrist, and yanks it away along with the knife.

and even then, instead of pushing you away, he only brings you closer.

fuck.

“honestly, if i didn’t already have my eyes on you, i wouldn’t have noticed you sneaking up on me at all. you’re honestly more skilled than i thought.” ni-ki said, looking down at you with that unexplainable look in his eyes, caressing your wrist with his fingers, sending shivers down your spine.

why you pointing at me with that knife?

“hah- so you did know?” you groaned. you were annoyed that he caught you but for now, you have to think about how to turn this around.

“god, how stupid do you think i am, huh? i can even tell right now that pretty little head of yours is fucking thinking of some way to turn this around, no?” he smiled, slowly inching the knife you were holding closer to himself.

“what the fuck are you doing?!” you spat, unconsciously trying to pull your hand away as if you weren’t planning to do exactly what he was right now. “thought i could make your work easier, no?” he replied, looking down at you with that same mocking he had in his tone.

“so you were just playing with me, huh? if you already knew my true intentions, why didn’t you do anything, hm?” you looked up at him, gripping the knife just a little bit tighter.

“i suppose i was just confident in my own skills being better than yours.” he replied, flicking out his tongue to wet his lips, looking directly into your eyes while doing so, making you almost drop the knife. “better than mine? tch, really? you should know i trained for this shit.” you replied, amused that some random untrained college student, no matter how tall or well built, actually thought he was better than a trained assassin.

“so did i, glad we have that in common.” he looked at you, sarcastically making it sound like some moment of getting to know each other. “honestly, as someone who worked in your field too, it’s pathetic seeing you act like this.”

“what.. are you saying?” what did he even mean, working in my field!? his words were barely registering in your brain. you tried to pull out of his grip but it seemed to only make it tighter, definitely leaving a mark there.

“god you still don’t get it, do you?” he smiled before continuing, “do you know how my parents died? because i don’t.” he scoffed. “my parents died in what the world deemed as an ‘unfortunate car accident’ but i knew better than to believe that.”

“i knew there was no way that was all there was to it. fortunately enough for me, my parents being in the same field you are, i naturally got pulled into it. but it worked in favour for me, i could use it to my advantage and find out the truth.” he leaned back a little before continuing, “and i tried. but my uncle found out after he came back to japan and was furious. ultimately, he pulled me out of that shithole and forced me to live my life normally as a student, at least for a bit. and well, here i am.”

and as if he didn’t just drop a bomb on me, he lazily smiled at you as if he just recited some joke. “uh.. what? i mean, thanks for the story?” you replied, unable to process. this must be a plot for something, assassin attempts to kill an assassin!? what the hell was happening..! “wait no, so you’re telling me that you- seriously?” you looked up at him shocked, unable to believe or understand him.

“honestly, it’s not as shocking as you’re making it seem. i mean, all i said was we have another thing in common.” he grinned. “anyways, you do know that i left your hand free for the past 5 minutes, right? you could have easily stabbed me” ni-ki spoke and as if to emphasise what he said, he grabbed my wrist once again. “or maybe.. you don’t even want to, hm? just admit you can’t.”

“and, so what if i can’t? it’s not like you’re pushing me back anyway, hm?” you retorted, looking right back at him.

“maybe i don’t want to push you away. maybe the real reason i didn’t run was because i liked what we had. even if what we had was this.” he said, bringing the knife closer again, emphasising what he meant.

“god when you say things like that..” you paused while getting closer and holding the knife to his heart, “i feel like stabbing this knife right into your heart.”

“go ahead. it’s yours anyways.”

you pulled away the knife before looking up at him, his words doing nothing to help the beating of your heart. you grip the knife in your hands before running your hands through your hair.

“careful or you’ll lose it”

“but girl, im only human”

as you run your fingers along the edge of the knife, ni-ki pushes your wrist to the side before pulling you in and crashing his lips on yours. your fingers rush to grab onto his shirt, stunned from the shock of his sudden action, before reciprocating the kiss with just as much eagerness.

the knife was long out of your hand and instead on the kitchen counter as ni-ki backed you up against the kitchen island, not breaking the kiss.

the kiss was like a silent plea between you two, a confession unspoken about the feelings between you two. a plea to put the differences behind.

his lips were warm against yours, moving against yours in a slow to gradually fast rhythm, getting more needy, rough and messy as time went. ni-ki’s hand rested on the small of your back, pulling you in even closer as his breath hitched due to your hands finding home in his hair.

you tried to pull away due to the loss of breath but it was useless as he only pushed you on top of the island before caging you with his arms on your sides.

finally, he pulled away, taking deep breaths as you both looked at each other. without wasting another second, ni-ki leaned in to kiss you but instead of doing so, he bit your bottom lip causing you to let out a gasp of his name, gripping his shirt that you wanted off, oh so desperately.

he hummed as if acknowledging your gasp before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip over the beads of blood that accumulated. “god, look at you fucking saying my name so prettily, hm? tell me..” he paused before pulling away to rest his head in the nape of your neck, “..do you fucking enjoy being reduced to a mess by me like this?”

you open your mouth to respond only to let out a sharp cry at the sensation of ni-ki’s teeth sinking into the skin on your neck. “fuck ni-ki- ngh-!” all you can do is gasp out in response to his degrading words, wrapping your legs around his waist, tugging on his hair.

only after licking and marking that spot did he pull away, grinning at the mark on your neck. “guess im the one who made a mark on your neck instead, hm? instead of you,” he wrapped his fingers around your neck before continuing “slitting my throat open like how you badly wanted to, right?” he let out a breathy laugh before squeezing your neck, blocking your passage of air making you throw your hand back and having your hands wrap around his wrist in a silent plea.

finally, ni-ki let go before tugging on your shirt, looking into your eyes for permission. you nodded shakily, still shocked from his earlier actions, letting him pull off your shirt that seemed to practically be burning your skin because of how hot it felt in the room.

as soon as the shirt was off, ni-ki leaned in, placing soft, wet kisses down your cleavage before reaching behind you to unclip your bra with ease, causing it to fall off your body, letting it be long forgotten.

he wasted no time before wrapping his lips around your nipples, eagerly sucking and biting on the flesh, causing you to arch your back, grinding against his crotch.

he groaned against your body, reaching to grab your hair without pulling away, pulling it back causing you to throw your head back, your hands rushing to support yourself on the counter.

he used his other hand to fondle your other breast, rolling the bud between his fingers. he pulled away after a bit, only to switch to the other breast.

he finally let go of the flesh, looking at the wet mess he had made. “god, look at you arching like that.. fucking whore..” his words a direct contrast to the way he was smirking at you.

“ni-ki, stop fucking teasing me-“ before you could complete your sentence, ni-ki used the opportunity to slip his fingers inside, gagging you with them as he scoffed. “really? is that the attitude you’re going to give me? acting like a brat as if you weren’t whimpering like a bitch in heat at just me sucking on your neck?” he pushed his fingers deeper inside, making you choke on it, your spit dripping down. “if you truly want it so bad, beg for it. show me just how damn pathetic you actually are.” and as if motioning for you to do so, he pulled out his fingers that were wet with your spit, making you almost embarrassed with how pathetic it made you look.

“just what makes you think i’d do that?” you replied, smirking. it’s not that you wouldn’t, you were ready to get on your knees at this point but, you wanted to see how far you could actually push him. “think? oh baby, i know you will.” ni-ki replied, the nickname making your cheeks red at the way your heart fluttered at the contrasting sweetness of it. he immediately leaned back in, leaving wet kisses down from your cleavage to your stomach before finding home between your thighs, pulling down the pants you were wearing.

“god, you act all high and mighty only to be drenched like a whore.” he hummed as he said those dirty words, rubbing his finger along your clothed cunt. you wish he was joking but you knew that you were practically dripping for him, the effect he had on you was making your head dizzy.

and ni-ki? he didn’t have any better of a condition. in fact it was probably worse. his cock was throbbing with need at the sight between your legs, wanting nothing more than to just rip those stupid panties off and make your writhe against him. it was painful but he wasn’t going to let go until you did. he would make sure you would eat your words.

he slowly pulled on the strap of your panties before letting it go, making it slap against your skin, the sensation making you let out a whine. your hands reached down to grab his hair, trying to signal that you wanted him to quit teasing. “words baby, i am gonna’ need you to use that pretty mouth of yours, yeah?” he spoke in response to your action, the vibrations of his voice making you arch your back. “fuck ni-ki, please-!” you spoke, your hips thrusting up in a desperate plea for him. “im sorry please just- ‘need you so bad-“ you cried out, not caring anymore about your pride and just babbling out pleas, begging pathetically.

“there you go, that’s what i wanted to hear.” he grinned before practically ripping your panties apart, shoving one of his digits inside causing a moan to escape your mouth. he barely waited before slipping out his finger and replacing it with his tongue, eagerly lapping up your juices.

you gripped his hair tight, pulling him deeper causing him to groan. he continued his ministrations before adding his fingers once again, finding that plush spot that practically made you see stars. you didn’t even bother to control your moans, silently thanking his uncle again for being on a 2 week trip, but this time, for a much different reason.

you let out a whimper of his name, trying to speak but only letting out ineligible slurs. “gh- ni-ki! ‘m close, hah-“ you arched your back even more, rolling your eyes back, moaning out. “please-“

rollin’, rollin’, rolling back your eyes through your mind like

ni-ki only gripped your thighs tighter, pulling them around him, and inserting another finger, using his thumb to draw numbers ‘eights’ on your clit, urging you, making your thighs shake as your body chased your high.

you let out a broken whimper as you finally let go, your high crashing down on you as you released all over his fingers and face, shaking. but instead of pulling away, ni-ki only continued to fuck your cunt with his tongue, not bothering to slow down. “w-wait ni-ki- slow down, i can’t-!” you cried out, trying to push him away but only pushing your hips further into his face, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.

he finally pulled away, looking up at you as he licked one of his fingers clean, looking right into your eyes, a smirk on his face. “god you have such a pretty cunt, hm? all for me too.” he said, slapping the flesh causing you to let out a silent scream, as if he was confirming his words. he pushed one of his fingers back in, finger fucking your cunt even though you were already shaking.

“s’too much- fuck ni-ki no more-“ “fuck stop running your mouth for once, huh? you can take it.” he interrupted your pleas, shoving his finger deeper and massaging that spot, making you reach your high once again. you cried out once again, your cunt spasming around his finger and creaming.

“there you go, i knew you could do it.” ni-ki said before licking his fingers clean once again, grinning at you. “god, never thought you could be such a whore. all i need is one finger to ruin you like this?” he got up and slammed his lips on yours, wanting you to taste yourself.

you moaned into the kiss, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in. you break the kiss and tug on his shirt, telling him to remove it.

thankfully, he didn’t say much before letting you pull it off, only to pull you in and kiss you once again.

you pushed against him and use the opportunity to turn him around against the island, getting on your knees. ni-ki ran his hands through his hair, breathing heavily as he looked down at you, observing you.

you unzipped his pants, before wrapping your hands around his cock, slowly running them up and down, causing him to groan and grip your hair.

“fuck, quit it-“ ni-ki moaned out, tightening his grip and pushing you towards him. and you did listen as you opened your mouth and took him inside your mouth, practically gagging due to his length.

ni-ki let go momentarily to grip the counter before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you in, using your mouth for his pleasure. “that’s it- god, your mouth- feels so good..” he threw his head back, face-fucking you.

but, this only continued for so long before ni-ki forcefully pulled you away, bringing you up. “turn around.” you were confused at his action but decided on just doing as he said, turning around. you see him grab his discarded shirt from earlier and place it down on the counter, before pushing your face down onto the shirt, making sure you didn’t get hurt. if you could, you would have teased him about how he made sure you would be comfortable but quite frankly, you weren’t in a position to do, literally and figuratively.

just as you were distracted, you felt a cold sensation on your back, making you involuntarily arch your back. ni-ki leaned in close to your ear to whisper, “can you guess what this is, hm?” while slowly dragging the cold metal like object down your back. “let me answer for you. i bet that pretty head of yours is too fucked out to let out a coherent answer.” honestly, he wasn’t wrong, you could barely think, let alone play a game of guessing.

“it’s the same knife,” he pressed the object, which you now know is a knife, into the small of your back as if proving his words, causing you to yelp due to the sharp sting, “ ,you tried to oh, so cruelly end my life with. does it strike a chord?” you whimpered into his shirt, the scent of his perfume short circuiting your sense. it wasn’t just a painful sting but instead it definitely bordered between pain and pleasure, the lines barely existing. and the reality of his words only made the sensation, weirdly enough, better. yeah, you were going insane and it was all this damned nishimura’s fault.

you felt him slowly drag the knife down your back, only teasing the sharp edge along your skin. once he got to the back of your thighs, he softly dragged the sharp side of the knife, drawing something that you were honestly to fucked out to figure out. the knife wasn’t digging into your skin and only just scratching it, which caused a slight burning pain, still ignorable nonetheless and made you whine into the shirt.

ni-ki let out a chuckle at your sound, his self control barely hanging on by a thread as he pulled away the knife and placed it away from you, not wanting you to get hurt badly later on.

“you look so fucking pathetic right now..” leaned over you, grabbing the belt from the front before dragging it down your back, “god, the things i want to do to you..” he groaned, almost annoyed at how insane you were making him feel. you moaned out in response, pushing your hips back, wanting him to quit teasing you. he pulled away the belt only to roughly strike it on the plush of your ass, making you gasp and grip the counter.

as soon as he did that, you heard him pull away only to roughly grab your wrist, securing them behind your back with the belt, tying them. just as you were about to let out a sound of protest, you felt his cock prod at your entrance, causing you to instinctively push your thighs together but getting blocked by ni-ki’s hand.

he held your thighs apart before roughly slamming in, not giving you a warning making you let out a sharp cry of his name.

“ni-ki-! fuck-!” you cried out, fighting against the restraints your hands were bound in. eventually you resorted to digging your fingers into you palm, using it as some sort of way to ground yourself to reality. ni-ki barely slowed down before picking up a relentless pace, pushing his cock deep into you before pulling out completely, only to slam himself back again.

you heard him groan and dig his fingers into your hips as you pushed your hips up, doing your best to meet his thrusts even though you barely could due to how fast he was going. you were surely going to have bruises everywhere, tomorrow.

“take it, so fucking.. gh- pretty for me-“ you could tell ni-ki had lost all of the control he had earlier too due to the way he was groaning and letting out slurs of praises and degradation. “my pretty slut, right?” he snapped his hips up to emphasise every word he said. “my. pretty. fucktoy. all fucking mine-“

“hah- ni-ki! yours, yours, please-! slow down-“ you could barely register how loud you were but also you couldn’t care less, just letting out sobs of his name as he continued ramming his cock into your cunt.

he slowed down just a little before pulling out and turning you around. “fuck, you’re being too loud. do you really want all the guards outside to find out how much of a dumb cockslut you are, huh?” he smirked at you before grabbing the panties you were wearing, that was now soaked in your release and wetness, and shoved it into your mouth. you let out a sound of surprise but as quickly as it came, it was replaced by ni-ki slamming back into you, this time pushing one of your legs onto your chest and the other on his shoulder, the new spot causing you to practically black out as he thrusted into you.

all that could be heard from you were pathetic whimpers that were muffled against your panties, a constant reminder of his effect on you. and shit, the sight? it was sending ni-ki into overdrive, taking everything inside him to control himself from releasing then and there. and it didn’t help that your cunt was gripping him like a vice.

you arch your back as you reach your high, shaking as you released on his cock. you cried out, tears clouding your vision.

“that’s it baby- cream on my cock like that.” he groaned, throwing his head back and letting out quiet, guttural moans. “shit im close- where do you want me to-“ you quickly interrupt him by pushing your hips up, despite being insanely tired to do so, to signal that you wanted him to finish inside you.

you felt him twitch at your action, before one of his hands come up to wrap around your throat, shoving you deeper into the counter. he was already going insane every time he looked at you, which was practically all the time since his eyes were always on you, due to how fucking cute you looked, so much smaller compared to him. and now you want him to fill you up? “fuck, yeah? you want me to fill this pretty pussy up? fucking breed you and make you all fucking mine, hm?” you sob out his name, nodding to agree as his words made it all the more pleasurable, shaking from the overstimulation.

you feel your release nearing once again causing you to moan out his name again “gh- ni-ki!”, unable to even wrap your mind around how you were already this close again. ni-ki’s moans increased in sound before he finally slammed into you one last time, filling you up with his release, you following right after. he slowly stilled, still thrusting into you and riding out both of your releases before finally stopping.

the room was filled with the smell of sex and your deep breaths joining together. you wrapped your hands around his neck to pull ni-ki in, and he obliged, slowly placing his lips on yours, a stark contrast to the atmosphere just a few seconds ago.

and all you two could think about was,

‘well, damn. that was the best mistake you both had made in your lives’

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note: damn this lowkey brain vomit filth do forgive me if this is bad i was losing it towards the end and i suck at smut AND i didnt cross check this

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Reach Out and Touch Faith 8/9 [Steve Harrington/Reader]

Summary: You leave Hawkins for the summer and come back to a total shitshow. The new mall burned down, Chief Hopper and Billy among the causalities, and everyone, including Steve, seems to be hiding something from you. To make matters worse, you keep hearing and seeing Billy, but that can’t be possible. Billy’s dead��isn’t he? Word Count: 3.5k Author’s Note: This is the sequel to Boys Like You. Be warned, there is some angst, but I swear this will have a happy ending. Boys Like You // Read On AO3

"This is so disgusting," you croaked, trying to shake off sticky bits of the gate that clung to your arm.

"Trust me," Nancy sighed, frowning as she glanced around the dark and desolate version of the mall. "It gets worse." She looked at the gate, considering it for a moment. "If he came through here, why didn't he just crawl back out?"

"Maybe he couldn't," Steve pointed out, helping Robin pull herself through the twisting, writhing tendrils that held together the only barrier between your world and the Upside Down. "Will was hunted when he was here, right? He was kept from leaving by the demogorgon."

"So, maybe something's keeping Billy from leaving," you surmised, sharing a worried look with Steve. "You think it's another one of those things? A demogorgon?"

"Billy faced down the Mind Flayer," Steve reminded you. "I doubt just one demogorgon would keep him from getting back."

"What if whatever has him trapped keeps us from getting Billy out of here?" Robin asked, worry in her tone. "I mean, are we really prepared for that kind of fight?"

"We'll have to be careful," Nancy said, lowering her voice. "Let's just do our best to not announce that we're here. Our best bet is to sneak in, grab him, and then sneak out."

"Right," you agreed, nodding your head. "And how do we do that?"

From the frown on Nancy's face, you figured she had no idea.

"It would help if we had a clue about where we should go," Robin interjected, gesturing around the mall. "Hawkins has a lot of hiding places."

"So, where do we go from here? Where do you think Billy's been hiding all this time?" Steve wondered, looking to you for an answer. "Where would he feel safe?"

You knew that there were only two places in Hawkins that Billy actually felt safe. Since you were sure he wasn't currently cruising the Upside Down in his ruined car, you knew there was only one place he would go.

"My house," you answered. "Our house," you corrected yourself. "When he called me, he was sitting in the living room."

"Think we can make it that far without calling attention to ourselves?" Nancy asked, shooting a questioning look at Steve.

Steve was still watching you. You knew what he was seeing. Your fear. Your determination. Your longing. Your need to see this through no matter the consequences. If the others tried to leave now, you would just continue on alone. And Steve knew that.

"We don't have a choice. We have to try," he finally determined, nodding at Nancy. “So, let’s head out.”

Steve led the group with his bat up, ready to swing at any threats, while Nancy took up the rear of the group. You figured Steve had more experience getting to your house than Nancy did, so it made sense for him to lead the way.

You tried not to flinch at every little noise. Even Robin accidentally scuffing her shoe had you glancing over your shoulder, sure that you were about to be attacked.

"Sorry," Robin whispered, wincing at how much her voice carried.

After leaving the mall, the Upside Down only got freakier. Trekking through the abandoned streets of Hawkins was creepy enough, but the sky regularly lit up with red bolts of lightning. It was so dark you could hardly see your surroundings, but the red flashing through the sky lent a hellish atmosphere to the nightmare version of your town.

You kept your gaze on Steve's back, knowing that he would lead you in the right direction. You were so focused on him that you noticed when he tensed before he froze, holding a hand up to stall you, Robin, and Nancy.

"What is it?" Nancy asked, keeping her voice low.

"Up ahead," Steve said, nodding towards a spot farther up the street. "Thought I saw movement."

Steve didn't move, so you stayed put. Of everyone in the group, you had the least experience for whatever the Upside Down could spit out in the hopes it chewed you up, and until you got the all-clear, you weren't moving.

Finally, Steve started walking again, prompting you to follow him. There was a screech from up ahead and you felt Robin twist a hand into the back of your shirt.

"Shit, over here," Steve hissed, leading the three of you towards a car covered in vines. He ducked down behind it, reaching out a hand to reel you in to his side. "There's something up there."

You squinted into the darkness, trying to see what Steve had spotted. It wasn't until the sky lit up again with more lightning that you finally saw it. Whatever it was had wings and sharp teeth and was sitting perched on top of a light pole like a sentinel. It lifted its head and let out another terrifying screech. You worried for a moment that it was calling friends for reinforcements, but when none showed up, you let yourself relax just the slightest.

"Are you going to shoot it?" Robin asked Nancy, glancing over at her.

"No," Steve decided before Nancy could answer. "It'll just draw more of them."

"It hasn't noticed us," you pointed out. "I don't think," you added with a frown.

"Trust me, if it knew we were here, it would've called in the calvary," Steve whispered, keeping his eyes on the weird creature.

You worried, though, that the creature might have spotted you before you spotted it. What if there were more waiting for you to let your guard down before swooping in and ripping all of you apart? You knew Steve would never let anything hurt you, but you didn't want anything hurting him.

You felt restless as you waited for the creature to leave. All you could think about was Billy waiting for you. You were so close to saving him and now you were terrified that you would find obstacles at every turn.

After what felt like an eternity, the creature finally flew off, letting out one more terrifying screech as it went.

You stayed crouched down beside the car with the others until Nancy nodded her head.

"I think we're okay," she said, glancing at the three of you as if waiting to see if you all agreed. "We shouldn't spend too much time here. It might not be safe."

You had to fight down a nervous laugh at the idea that anything in the Upside Down could be deemed safe. As far as you could tell, nowhere was safe. It seemed like one endless hellscape with nightmarish monsters lurking around waiting to tear you apart. The entire place was one huge trap lying in wait to swallow you whole.

"Come on," Steve urged, moving to stand up again. He held his bat out in front of him, grip tight on it like he was worried he would need to swing at any moment.

You followed him, doing your best to scan your surroundings. Now that you were paying more attention, you caught every bit of movement and every sound you couldn't explain away. You could hear Robin breathing softly behind you and the way Nancy was keeping her steps slow and measured. You didn't know how you ended up here among people who had obviously dealt with this specific brand of insanity before, but you felt unprepared for how much stealth was required to not get yourself killed.

By the time you got to your street, you felt like a nervous wreck. You didn't know how you had gotten so far without having some kind of mental breakdown, but you were going to take the win where you could. For now, all you had to do was get into your house, get Billy, and then get the hell out.

With any luck, you wouldn't find another one of the demon bats or anything else that might be lurking around.

Once you got to your house, Steve stepped aside at the front door.

"You do the honors," he offered, gesturing towards the door.

You nodded your head and took a step forward. You put your hand on the doorknob of the front door, ready to turn it, before you froze.

"What is it?" Robin wondered, fear laced into her voice. "Is something wrong?"

"No," you whispered, shaking your head. "But what if--," you cut yourself off, not even wanting to voice the thoughts suddenly swarming your mind. What if Billy wasn't here? What if you were too late? What if Billy was really dead? What if you were so crazy with grief that you had fabricated all of this as a way to cope? What if all of this had been for nothing?

You managed to meet Steve's concerned look and he seemed to at least read some of your worries from your expression alone.

"You don't know until you try," he soothed, reaching out a hand to put on your shoulder. When you still didn't move, Steve hastily handed Robin the bat, ignoring her noise of protest, and brought both of his hands up to frame your face, forcing you to look at him. "I'm right here, alright? And you're not crazy. Whatever you're thinking right now, I've been there before. The first time I dealt with this shit, Nancy pointed a gun at me and threatened to shoot me to get me out of it."

"You what?" Robin hissed, turning an accusatory look on Nancy.

"I wasn't going to shoot him," Nancy defended herself. "But Jonathan and I were baiting the demogorgon and Steve was just kind of in the way. I wanted to scare him into leaving."

"The truth is, I would do just about anything to get you as far away from all this shit as I could. Because I've seen how messed up it is and I know what it can do to you. I thought I was going crazy. Some days, I still think I'm secretly locked up in a nuthouse somewhere dreaming this all up. That first day, I thought there was no way any of it was real. I thought maybe Byers had managed to knock the sense right out of me. But it's real. And I am right here with you telling you that I am not leaving you to face this alone. So, you should open that door and find out for yourself if he's in there waiting for you. Because he's the reason we're here now and we're not leaving without him."

"Damn," came Robin's soft voice. When you all shot a look at her, she shrugged her shoulders. "What? That was really good."

You felt a reluctant smile pull at your lips and caught an answering one on Steve's face beneath his mask.

"Okay," you finally allowed, nodding your head. "I love you," you whispered.

"I love you too," he responded before tugging down his mask long enough to place a kiss on your cheek.

You pulled away from Steve and glanced over your shoulder to see Robin and Nancy waiting for you to continue. You felt just the tiniest bit stronger knowing that all three of them were right there with you, willing to back you up in whatever way you might need. You faced the door again and pushed it open, steeling yourself for whatever you might find.

You walked into the living room, taking in the darkness inside. There were more vines covering the walls and floors. You could hardly see anything, but years of experience with the layout of your house gave you an advantage over the others. Half the furniture was destroyed and the paint on the walls was chipped. The light above the couch was busted and half the stuffing had been ripped out of the cushions.

And there was no Billy in sight.

"Where is he?" You heard Robin whisper.

"Let's split up and look," Nancy decided, reaching out to wrap her fingers in the sleeve of Robin's jacket. "Robin and I will look down here. Steve and Y/N, you'll look upstairs."

"We should not split up," Robin argued. "Are you kidding? We're in the middle of a horror movie and you're suggesting the worst possible thing to do."

Steve didn't look like he liked the idea either, but he still nodded his head. "We're all staying in the same house. If you find trouble, just shout," he added before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the stairs.

Once you got upstairs, Steve let you take the lead. You went to Billy's room first, but didn't find him there. Then you checked the bathroom and your mom's room. You were starting to feel a swell of panic rise within you with every moment of silence you endured without hearing any confirmation from Robin or Nancy that they had found him. If he wasn’t upstairs and he wasn’t downstairs, then where the hell was he?

It was only Steve's hand gripped tightly in yours that got you through your search.

Your final stop was your room. You had been so sure that Billy would have sought out his own room for comfort. You held your breath as you swung open the door, hoping that he was there, but when all you found was an empty room, you felt like you couldn't breathe.

"Billy?" You called, trying to keep your voice low enough that you wouldn't attract unwanted attention. "Are you here?"

You moved over towards your bed, checking underneath it just to make sure. You shook your head at Steve, catching his disappointed expression.

You thought maybe you should go downstairs and rejoin Robin and Nancy. Maybe you hadn't covered all your bases yet. There had to be somewhere he would be hiding that you hadn't thought of yet.

You tried not to feel dejected as you began to follow Steve out of your room. You were nearly past the threshold when you heard something make a soft thump in your room. You quickly turned, surveying the room, before you heard the sound again.

It was coming from your closet.

You felt like your heart had lodged itself in your throat. You turned, barely managing to utter a soft 'Steve,' to get him to stop walking, before you were rushing towards your closet.

You pulled the door open, no longer hesitating, and saw him.

He was curled up in the corner of the closet, half-hidden beneath clothes that were damp and musty. All you could really see was his face. His eyes were closed and he was so still. You felt terrified as you crouched and reached out a hand to cup his cheek, searching for a sign of life.

"Billy? It's me. I came to get you," you told him, hating that he had yet to open his eyes. All you wanted was for him to look at you. If he opened his eyes, then you would be able to at least breathe again. Instead, you were caught between terror and relief, not sure which way to land.

"Steve?" You said, glancing up at him where he was waiting behind you. "Help me?"

"Yeah," he agreed, moving forward to help you drag Billy out of the closet and onto the floor of your bedroom. He never got his bat back from Robin, so both his hands were free to help you get Billy settled on the floor.

"Billy," you called again, hovering over him. You reached out to tug free a sweater of yours that had clung stubbornly to his leg. "Billy, c'mon, it's me. I'm here. We're getting you out of here."

Billy still wasn't moving. You were terrified to think that you might have been too late. What if he was dead? What if he was gone forever when you could have done something sooner?

You saw Steve reach down and grab Billy's wrist, feeling for a pulse. You decided to tuck two of your fingers up under his jaw, checking for yourself. At first, you didn't feel anything. You pressed harder, searching and hoping, before you finally felt the sluggish beats under your fingers.

You glanced up at Steve, meeting his eyes, and sighed in relief at his nod of confirmation.

Billy was alive.

"It's faint and weak, but it's there," you told Steve. "Billy? Billy, wake up," you said, barely resisting the urge to shake him. You didn't know if he was injured and you definitely didn't want to risk making anything worse.

You noticed Steve rush out of the room, likely going to tell Nancy and Robin that you found Billy. It didn’t take long before he was back and kneeling at Billy’s side opposite you.

"We need to get him out of here," Steve decided, moving to put one of Billy's arms around his shoulders. "He's got to get to a hospital. Help me," he directed at you.

You moved to grab Billy's other arm and slung it over your shoulders. You got him up off the floor with Steve's help, only struggling a little until Steve wrapped an arm around Billy's waist and helped shoulder most of his weight.

Billy's head lolled forward and you reached out to try to help him out. You startled at the sound of a weak chuckle coming from him before you could even try to tip his head back.

"Knew you cared, Harrington," he croaked, voice strained and faint.

It sounded like he had spent hours screaming and the thought only broke your heart. You wanted nothing more than to pull him into a hug, but you felt an urgency creep up on you. Now that you had Billy, would you be allowed to leave the Upside Down just as easily as you had entered? You still felt like you were racing a clock, your luck quickly running out, which meant you needed to get back to the gate as soon as possible.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve said, taking a step forward. "Just put one foot in front of the other and stop slacking."

Billy let out another weak chuckle. Seeing Billy with his eyes open, all his focus on making himself walk, made you feel like you were going to start crying with sheer relief. Everyone had been telling you for so long that Billy was dead. But here he was. Alive. Whole. Not unharmed, but you would take it. And it was all because he had managed to reach through hell just to haunt you.

You felt Billy's hand grab the back of your jacket, his fingers scrabbling to get a good hold on the fabric. His grip felt weak, as if he didn't really have the strength, but he needed to anchor himself.

"You're bein' quiet," he murmured and it took you a moment to realize he was talking to you and not teasing Steve. “’m I scarin’ you, or somethin’?” His words were slurred, but he was still talking, so you took it as a good sign.

"I'm just thinking about how you're going to hog the bathroom all the time now. I got used to having it all to myself. What a bummer," you joked, feeling your hands begin to tremble. You felt so nervous that you were shaking. Your insides felt like they had been doused with freezing water and your head felt like it would float right up off your shoulders.

None of it felt real and you were terrified. Terrified that you were dreaming. Terrified that Billy would be snatched away from you again. Terrified that you wouldn't be able to leave.

"Lookin’ this good takes work," Billy muttered as you got to the top of the stairs.

You glanced down the stairs to see Robin waiting at the bottom. She shot you a thumbs-up. "Let's go," she whispered. "Nancy's on lookout. She said coast looks clear so far."

You had to maneuver Billy down the stairs between you and Steve. Steve led the way with Billy between the two of you and you guiding him from behind. By the time you got to the bottom, Billy was practically slumped over on Steve, on the verge of passing out again.

"Billy?" You tried, moving until you could finally face him. You framed his face in your hands, willing him to look at you. "Just stay with us a little bit longer, okay? We're going to get you out of here. We're going to take you home."

"We are home," he mumbled. His eyes were unfocused and he looked so out of it that you found it hard not to freak out at the sight of him. Finally, understanding began to creep back into his expression and he managed to nod his head. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

You let out a relieved laugh before you finally reeled Billy into a hug. It was everything you had needed and you couldn't stop yourself from desperately clinging to him. He was alive. You had to remind yourself of that several times before you finally let him go. You met Steve's eyes over Billy's shoulder, glad that he had been helping Billy stay upright.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," you echoed.

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Author's Note: So, it's been a while!! I definitely didn't plan on being gone for two years, but I honestly got really burned out on writing for Stranger Things and depression hit really hard. I promise that I will finish this and finish out the trilogy which will involve Vecna and Eddie! Thank you to everyone who was so patient waiting for this! I hope it was worth the wait. And if it all seems a little too easy, well…💖💖💖

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h3eb4e · 22 hours ago

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𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - l.hs

⌜ ⌝ ılı.lıllılı.ıllı. ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [ All Mine ] - Plaza

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ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

tell me did you get the news? she ain't fuckin' with you no more, ooh.

𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙! 𝙝𝙨 𝙭 𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙥, 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - 𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙩 😭

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

"Heeseung...please pick me up..." You sobbed on the other line. How'd your date go? The quavering of your voice, the slight choked up words, the sniffles that kept coming out, well, that answered his question.

"Shit, where are you?" Heeseung asked getting up, already sliding his shoes on and looking for the car keys. "I-I'm outside the apartments near the restaurant-" You sniffled out.

"Your outside?? Get inside, Y/N, it's warm in there, just wait for me, okay?" He told you while already driving to you. You quickly ran inside the restaurant, sitting down at the nearest chair.

It only took about 5 minutes before Heeseung walked in with an extra jacket in his hand, he looked around and noticed you. He sighed in relief once he saw you, knowing that you were physically okay.

Well, not really. Your eyes were puffy from crying, your nose red, your eyes glossy, tears stained your soft cheeks. "Come here..." He said softly, his arms open wide for you.

You got up, wrapping your arms around him, your head under his chin. He gently rubbed your back. He placed the coat around your shoulders, gently leading you out. "Come on, i'm parked right outside."

"I'll take you to my apartment since it's closer, and I don't want you to be alone tonight." He said as he drove through the city lights. You nodded, leaning your head against the window.

He pulled up to his apartment, quickly getting out of the car to open the door for you. It was the middle of the night, the air was chilly. He led you into the familiar surrounding, some soda cans sitting around, a few takeout boxes, a sweatshirt laying around.

He quickly grabbed the trash. "Sorry, if I knew you were going to come I would've cleaned up-" He panicked a bit. "Heeseung, don't worry...i've seen you do worse, this is nothing." You managed to smile. "I know but- your a woman, it's natural for me." He said walking over to the trash.

You smiled a bit as you sat down on his couch, he came back with a glass of water. "Here." He handed it to you as he sat down beside you. "Thank you..." You mumbled softly as you took a drink.

He looked down at the glass for a moment before speaking. "What happened...? I-I mean, don't tell me if you don't want-" He panicked again, then you cut him off. "It's okay, Heeseung." You giggled. "We had an argument again." Your smile died away, your giggles stolen.

"He said I didn't put enough effort in for tonight, and that my outfit looks lazy and dirty-" You could have kept going but Heeseung stopped you. "Wait wait wait- he said that? Are you serious?" He turned to face you, a raised brow and genuinely confused look on his face.

You slowly nodded in confirmation. He couldn't believe it, not one bit. "And you believed him?" Heeseung asked, not understanding how or why someone could say that about you. "I mean, yeah. He doesn't shut up about it." You sighed, falling back deeply against the couch.

Heeseung scooted closer to you. "Why do you stay with him if he brings you down everyday?" He asked softly, cautiously. "l just wanted to feel loved by someone." You whispered, looking away.

Silence filled the room before you felt soft fingers touching your chin. "Please don't turn your pretty face away from me." He whispered softly. "He's not good for you, he's a boy. There's men out there that would kiss the ground you walk on." He said, his voice still soft.

You didn't say anything, just looked at him. "Let me show you there's other men out there that can treat you like the queen you deserve to be." He staired into your eyes, not feeling any need to look away.

"Okay." You gave in after a few moments, and that's when Heeseung leaned in, so close his breath was condescending your skin, and time seemed to slow as your lips met his.

The only thing you could hear was his lips moving against your own, he tilted his head slightly for more access. His hands softly roamed your body. His lips moved from yours, down to your neck. His fingers found the zipper of your dress. He pulled back. "Can I...?" He waited for your consent before moving any further.

You nodded while gulping, your body shaking slightly. "Don't be nervous..." He mumbled gently against the skin of your neck. He slowly zipped your dress down, his fingers softly pulling it off your shoulders, leaving it pooled around your waist.

"How could he not see..." His voice was muffled with his lips still on your skin. "How beautiful you are." He kissed between your breasts. "I'll pay attention everyday, i'll tell you your beautiful everyday, i'll appreciate your cooking, and how you dress up for me, wear that perfume I love so much..." He kept going as his kisses kept going to.

His lips found the edge of your panties, he looked up at you, asking that same question. You responded with a nod. His fingers hooked under the soft band, pulling it down your legs. "He's so fucking stupid...if you could see yourself...if you could see yourself through my eyes..." He through your panties off to the side, using his hands to gently pry your legs open. "You would never want to look away..."

He placed a gentle kiss on your clit, looking up to see your reaction. He used his tongue, dragging the muscle from your opening to your clit. "You taste so good, why are all these boys so negative towards you? Is it because they didn't get to taste your pretty pussy yet?" He asked then went right back to it.

He alternated between licking and sucking, it was messy, sloppy, but so so good. If heaven on earth was a real thing, you'd compare it to Heeseung eating you out. He pulled his mouth back, using his index and middle finger to spread your lips. "Prettiest fucking pussy..." He let a ball of spit fall from his lips, making it fall directly onto your clit.

Your hips jolted as it ran down, but he quickly caught it up with his tongue, spreading it all over. "Taste so good...fuck." He groaned, making you moan softly at the sensation. You gripped his hair tightly, making Heeseung moan against you. "Mhmm...mmmmhh..." He kept letting out as his lips moved against you.

"H-hee...-" You moaned out. He made slurping sounds, you could feel him swallowing. He looked up at you between your legs, your shaking legs. "I-I...ngh-" You couldn't even get your sentence out, to overwhelmed by pleasure.

"It's okay baby, let go f'me..." He pulled back to speak, just to kiss your clit again, licking you all over. The coil in your belly snapped, and you couldn't even feel your own hands, it all happened so quickly, but still felt like everything was in slow motion. It was amazing.

"Pretty baby...there we go..." He kissed your thighs, trying to calm you down. You looked down at him. "W-what about you...?"

"Don't worry about me, this was about you, remember?" He smiled, his lips and chin wet with your release. You both slept in each others arms, your phone started buzzing nonstop. Heeseung groaned quietly, grabbing your phone, seeing it was him texting you.

"Call me back NOW." Texts like this kept piling up. "Come back home baby...i miss you..." Another one said.

Heeseung chuckled, texting him back. "did u get the news? she's not fucking with u more." He put the phone down, the rest of the night a quiet rest.

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Chapter 2 || Illicit Affairs

Pairings - Joaquin Torres X fem!Reader

Premise - Actions are questioned, and emotions clash admits the arrival of the mission.

Word Count - 4.5K

Warnings: SMUT, Language, Angst, Mentions of blood, DV, Abuse

Series Masterlist

Two Days later

“How are you doing y/n?” Bucky spoke up as you entered the briefing room.

You smiled at him as you took your seat in the room, “I’m doing great, how are you?” you take out your essentials and set up your things for the briefing.

“Been a while since you showed up in casuals,” he pointed to the loose white t-shirt and sweats you were wearing.

Oh shit.

You look down at your… well, Joaquin’s clothes, “I was working in the lab last night.” you let out a nervous laugh.

“Nice cologne,” Bucky smirks.

Wait… does he know something?

You narrowed your eyes at him when he looked away. You haven’t told anybody about the… arrangement with Joaquin. But then, he has been your neighbor for as long as you can remember.

Before you could brainstorm further, Sam entered, as well as other members of the team. Shang-Chi, Kate, and surprisingly, Kamala. She waved at you excitedly, and you returned the same. You were not expecting the newest, and the youngest member of your team here. Sam was trying to include her around the campus, let her see how things go around. As Kamala was still figuring out her powers, it will be a while when she will be on a real mission on ground. She had weaseled her way to you, automatically making you her ‘mentor’.

Sam begins, “Good morning team, hope you all are well rested and hydrated, because this may take a while.” Laughs erupted, and eventually settled down as Sam took on the projector.

Pictures you have seen countless times on TV appeared on it, “All thanks to y/n and Kate's months long investigations, We have discovered that after New Year’s Eve… oh, there you are.”

The door opened with a creek, heads turned, and in came Joaquin.

Freshly shaved, hair still wet from the shower, haphazardly put together in a casual outfit, standing in the doorway out of breath and wide eyed looking around the room.

You very well knew why he was late, and avoided his eyes pretending to write in your planner.

“Take a seat Torres.” Sam spoke, and you heard hurried footsteps carrying him right to the seat in front of you.

“Sorry guys…” he apologized as he slid into his seat.

His scent invaded your senses, some dollar store product he uses everyday mixed with a scent so… Joaquin. You couldn’t resist but look up.

His eyes were already on you.

You lock his gaze for a second, Sam’s voice just a murmur in the background as the memories of last night danced in your mind. The loose t-shirt you were wearing felt hot to be in.

You quickly look at the projector, choosing to focus on the mission you will be leaving for soon, because you knew if you looked in his eyes for a second more… you would be in a lot of trouble.

The briefing didn’t last too long; Kingpin, to nobody’s surprise, escaped death on Christmas. All this while you were searching for him in the mainland, he was in mexico… planning something meticulous.

The mission was pretty straightforward; move in with two teams surrounding him from both sides of his hideout, and bring him back to the states alive to face trial.

“We move in 48 hours; there will be two teams; one moving Point A, the outskirts of the hideout, and another moving Point B, led by bucky. Get your gears up. Good luck.”

Sam got out first with Bucky on his heels, talking in hushed tones about the upcoming mission.

You took your time gathering up your things all while having small talk with Kamala. She was new, and you had a thing for guiding the new ones around. She excitedly told you about her latest mission with Maria and Carol in outer space, and you had to ask, “So, you met goose?”

Her eyes blew wide, “Oh my god, yes! He freaked me out a bit at first, but now I always hug him anytime we meet and Mr. Fury looks at me like I raided his house.”

You laughed as you got out of the room with her, but before you could say anything, Joaquin materialized before you, like a particularly handsome, slightly stressed genie.

“Hello y/n.” he smiles.

“Hey Joaquin.” You smile back.

“Hey Joaquin.” Kamala waves at him.

“Hey Kamala.” Joaquin's eyes flickered between you and Kamala, a silent plea for rescue in their depths.

“y/n, I just wanted to talk to you about the thing I told you the other day.” He asks you.

“What thing?” you play dumb.

“Yeah, what thing?” Kamala intervenes.

Joaquin looks like he is about to pass out, “You know, the thing.” He repeated, a forced smile appearing on his face.

“I'm afraid I don't follow,” you replied, enjoying his discomfort.

“Just come with me, I need to have a chat.” He practically begs, almost whining.

Kamala chirps up, “can I come with you guys?” blissfully unaware of what was happening.

You look at his face, his pupils blown wide, the outline of his dog tags visible underneath his white shirt, and the way his body was angled towards yours, his self-control clearly stretched thin.

You took pity on his plight, “It’s about the Flag smashers Kamala,” you turned towards Kamala, “I’ll meet you in the common room in an hour.”

“Two hours.” Joaquin ads.

“Okay.” Kamala smiled, blissfully unaware of the situation between you and Joaquin.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Joaquin grabbed your arm, not roughly, but with the urgency of a man trying to defuse a bomb, and dragged you towards the living quarters, pulling you close as if to avoid drawing attention.

As soon as you enter his room, he slams the door shut, and you against it.

“You are in a lot of trouble.” He breaths out, his lips inches away from yours.

His hands grab your shoulders, pressing you tight on the door, his frame caging your body. You jut your chin towards him, looking him right in his pretty brown eyes. “It wasn't my fault you tied yourself to the bed.”

He presses his chest to yours, “It was your fault to leave me there this morning. Took me 20 minutes to get out of them.”

His body heat against yours made your head spin. “What about it then?” your breath quickened.

“You’ll find out.” He practically manhandles you, pushing you on his bed. You do quick work on your t-shirt, his t-shirt, while looking around the bed, still unmade from your activities last night.

He takes off his shirt, and then it’s a blur of clothes being thrown around and your bodies fighting to be on top.

“Easy tiger,” you breathed out as he bit your neck.

“Can’t wait to taste you…” he moaned as he slowly sucked on your skin.

You grab a fistful of his hair, “I think you’re a bit pussy drunk, lieutenant.”

“Ay carino,” he chuckled, closing his eyes, “don’t act like you don’t want me to have my way with you right now.”

“Mmm hmm,” you bite your lip, your legs clenching his waist just by the thought of how you had him handcuffed to the bed, how he withered and moaned beneath your touch all night.

Until you hear a click, and feel cool metal on your wrists.

You look above you, breathless, and see your hands bound together with cuffs on the metal frame of his bed.

“Oh please,” you grumble, your heartbeat doing a summersault inside your chest imagining what’s about to happen next.

Joaquin’s face hovered over yours, his face flushed, “you brought this upon yourself carino,” he breathed out, blowing raspberries on your chest as you laughed, “is this okay?” his big brown eyes find yours, his eyebrows raised in concern. “Yep.” you smile, pecking his lips, “now get to work.” you grind yourself on his already hard cock, which results in him crashing his lips on yours.

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And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and stolen stares They show their truth one single time But they lie, and they lie, and they lie A million little times

Warm hands running down your waist, he drew feather light circles on your skin. Facing him, you laid your head on the pillow next to him. The floor to ceiling length windows in his room showed the sky outside turning pink from the setting sun.

“What about this?” you trace a scar on his collarbone that’s barely visible. Judging from how it has mended, it looked years old.

He smiles, his hands going up, the skin above your ribs, “Biking accident.”

“Biking?” you raised your eyebrows in shock.

He rolls his eyes, “I used to race with my friends after school. Had to be rushed to the ER after falling down a canal. Got grounded for a month.”

There was something about him looking at peace, smiling, and telling you stories about his past that made a smile etched on your face on its own, imagining him as a kid running around the streets of his small town.

He runs his fingers through the stray strands of your hair. “You must have done something like that with your friends back then. You can tell me, you know”

Your smile fades thinking about the past, the last five years of how you were all alone while your friends and family were…

Sensing that you don’t want to talk about it, he gently closed his fingers around your wrists. He brings them up to his lips and kisses them. Your eyes travel to the red marks on your hands, and then to his eyes.

Those big brown eyes, looking right at you with a level of intensity that made your heart race. It had happened a lot recently, you had seen this before; it increased every time you fell on his bed.

He was your… friend? Lover? You had agreed to not pull any labels between you. But the line between having casual sex to being friends to expecting more has been blurring a lot recently. At Least for you.

You sat upright, gathering the sheets to cover yourself. Joaquin opens his mouth to say something but you blurt out, “Kamala must be waiting for me. Better get to her before she asks around for me.”

Take the words for what they areA dwindling, mercurial highA drug that only workedThe first few hundred times

You throw in a forceful smile, and pretend not to see the hurt that flashed on Joaquin’s face as you dressed up.

“How about dinner tonight?” he asks you, “I can come over…”

“I’m going to Peter’s place.” you cut him off. Looking at him you see him sitting up, leaning back on the headboard. You threw a forceful smile, “It’s been a while since I met aunt may, and I miss her food so,” you huff out, doing quick work on your clothes that you had worn the day before.

You gathered your things and opened the door, getting a last look at him as he sat on the bed, speechless, his eyes begging you to explain your sudden reaction.

And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

“Take care Joaquin.” You manage to speak up, before leaving his room.

His fault. The voice inside your head took the reins. He should have known this was only physical the minute it started.

It's his fault he caught feelings.

What you missed, was another, faint sound somewhere on the back of your head;

Maybe it’s mine too.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as your phone rang, it was Bucky.

“Congratulations kiddo.” he laughed through the call.

“What?” you asked, bewildered.

“Your first mission on the field. You're coming with us to mexico.”

—/—/—

Your apartment felt too small, each step a frantic attempt to outrun the rising panic. You were shaking, a tremor that started deep inside and radiated outwards. That phone call...it had sent you reeling, a need to escape, to be here, in your own space, overwhelming.

Why am I getting nervous? The thought raced through your mind, a desperate plea for logic. Months of training. Years of martial arts. I'm ready. But the words felt hollow, a flimsy shield against the tidal wave of anxiety.

A faint voice echoed in your head, a cruel, familiar sound: You useless little shit! Can you do anything on your own without me nagging you for it?

The floor seemed to tilt, your knees buckling beneath you. Your chest tightened, a burning sensation that spread like wildfire, choking the air from your lungs. The room spun, the walls closing in. You gasped, a desperate attempt to draw a breath, but your lungs refused to cooperate.

Memories, unwanted and vivid, flashed before your eyes, a relentless slideshow of the past. You were trapped, a helpless spectator forced to relive every agonizing moment. The world narrowed, the present fading into the overwhelming weight of the past.

You couldn't stop it; you couldn't escape.

"Cigarette in hand, your father stood mere feet away as your mother struck you, the wooden stick raised for another blow.

“How many was it?” she screamed, her voice a jolt to your already terrified nerves.

“Fi- five…” you managed between sobs.

“Five more,” your father stated in a chilling tone, dragging on his cigarette.

Your wails intensified, tears streaming down your face, but your mother continued, dropping the stick and resorting to her hands.

“How could you break all those glasses while washing, Y/N!” she slapped you again. “You’re seven! When I was your age, I could handle the entire kitchen on my own, and you can’t even wash dishes!”

Amidst your sobs and your mother’s shouts, you heard the front door open and hurried footsteps on the hardwood floor rushing into the kitchen.

“Ma!” your brother, Colton, ran in, throwing his baseball glove to the floor. He positioned himself between you and your mother. “Please, stop.”

“Colton, get away now, or you’ll get a beating from my hands!” she screamed, startling you. Your hands burned, your back ached, and your legs trembled from the pain.

“Ma, I’ll help with the dishes, okay? Just let her go this time,” he pleaded. Then, your father grabbed him by the arm and shook him.

“Listen here, boy,” he growled, “you ain’t doing no dishes in this house, alright? Let your ma handle her, and get out before I get my belt.”

You still don’t know what possessed you, but you ran. You fled the kitchen, the house, your bare feet carrying you at full speed across the front yard and into the vast fields of your family farm.

Your mother screamed for you to stop, Colton close behind, but you didn’t dare look back. You ran.

Ten-year-old Colton found you hours later, passed out in the fields, dehydrated and sunburned. You spent weeks in the hospital, enduring IVs while your parents belittled you for wasting their hard-earned money on a useless kid like you.

Because you overreacted to their discipline.

“Y/N!”

You gasped, jerking awake at the sound of your name. A cough, building in your throat, finally escaped, and Joaquin rubbed your back as you clung to his hand, your grip desperate. You were on the floor, disoriented, sweat slicking your body, and delirious.

“It’s alright,” Joaquin murmured, pulling you into a hug. You realized you were shivering, and you held onto him tighter, his warmth enveloping you.

“I- I don’t know- how-” you gasped, trying to make sense of what had just happened, but a sob escaped, and you began to cry. You cried for reasons unknown to you at that moment, your chest heaving, your breath erratic.

Joaquin said nothing, simply holding you closer. He rubbed your back, brushed your hair away from your face, and wiped your tears, offering silent comfort.

After what felt like hours of sobbing in Joaquin's arms, you finally calmed down. Silence settled in your apartment as your breathing returned to normal and the shaking subsided.

Joaquin didn’t release you.

“Joaquin…” you whispered, turning to him. He gently loosened his hold, his hands still resting on your arms. When you looked at him, your chest tightened with a surge of emotion.

His eyebrows were furrowed in worry, his eyes filled with concern. “Y/N…”

“I don’t know,” you said, with genuine confusion in your voice. “I was… walking, and then I was on the floor, and you…”

“Okay, okay…” he rubbed your arms reassuringly. “Let’s get you up.”

“I haven’t packed… and…”

He cut you off. “It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll take care of that later.” He looped an arm around your back and another under your knees, lifting you as if you weighed nothing.

“Joaquin, I-” you protested, but he simply hugged you closer as he carried you to your bedroom.

He laid you on the bed, quickly clearing away the scattered items, and pulled the covers over you. You curled into yourself, watching as he removed his shoes and jacket and lay down beside you.

You could only look at him as he settled in, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He hadn’t asked any questions, hadn’t questioned the situation, and he refused to leave. His calmness scared you; anyone else would have left you alone.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, unable to stop yourself.

He turned his head to look at you, his gentle gaze soothing you. “Don’t say sorry.”

“I don’t know what happened to me,” you said, your throat tightening at the memory of your panic.

“Hey,” he turned fully towards you, keeping a respectful distance. “Go to sleep, okay? We'l in the morning.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your face.

You nodded, exhaling, and gathered the courage to ask, “Can you-” you swallowed, “Can you stay?”

A gentle smile spread across his face. “Of course. Where else would I go?”

He lifted your head to rest it on his shoulder, his familiar scent enveloping you. Your tired eyes began to close, and you buried your face in his neck, his warmth making you even sleepier. You hugged him closer, intertwining your legs with his.

That night, sleep came easier than ever."

—/—/—

You open your eyes, tired and swollen, sunlight hitting your face. You scrunch your eyebrows as you wake up, expecting to find your bedroom with clothes lying everywhere.

Instead, you see a neat pile of all your clothes on the end of the bed, and another pile near the dresser.

Joaquin

You hurriedly went out to the kitchen, and there he was, fussing over a sizzling pan of waffles.

His eyes met yours, the sunlight streaming through the windows highlighting his form. He was fresh out of the shower, damp hair sticking up in disarray, wearing a gym shirt he’d left at your place and a pair of well-worn sweats.

“Hi.” you manage to speak.

“Hey.” he breathed out.

You stood there, unable to decide what to say next, and after what seemed like forever, he looked down at the pan for waffles, flipping them, as you made your way into the kitchen.

“Can you get the honey for me please?” he asked.

Upon his request you turned to look at the cupboards, trying to remember where you kept the honey. Your kitchen was just yours in name, it belonged to Joaquin and Shang Chi.

As you turned back to confess your failure, you found him inches away, his hand reaching for the cabinet above your head, his gaze locked on yours.

His eyes flickered down to your lips and then to your eyes, and you blinked to see if this was real.

“We’re friends, yeah?” you asked, your voice raw with a sincerity you hadn’t intended.

“Friends,” he replied, his gaze returning to your lips.

“Just friends?” you pressed, the memory of last night’s intimacy, the way he held you, replaying in your mind.

“Yeah, just friends,” he huffed, stepping back, the honey bottle now in his hand. You stood frozen, unsure of what to do next.

He turned off the stove, grabbed his jacket from the couch, and headed for the door. “Joaquin…” you called after him, your voice barely a whisper.

“See you at the compound,” he said, slamming the door and leaving without a backward glance.

—/—/—

“Dude! Could you stop!” Kate jumped on the couch to reach Peter, who was sitting upside down on the ceiling, holding her book.

“That's an unfair advantage!” Kamala spoke up, unimpressed, scrolling through her phone sitting next to you and eating chips.

The young avengers were perched around the common room relaxing before facing God knows what awaited them in Mexico. You were busy studying the profile of Maya Lopez, who also disappeared the day Kingpin did.

“Joaquin! A little help?” Kate shouts in his direction.

He was busy playing video games with Shang Chi, focused solely on the screen in front of him.

“I’m busy Kate.” He shouts, aggressively pressing the buttons on his console.

“Y/n!” Kate’s whines, “tell him to help!”

You closed your laptop to give an annoyed look to Kate, and stopped once you traced Joaquin already looking at you.

You haven’t talked since arriving at the compound, and now every time you look at his big brown eyes… This morning’s conversation makes a question linger in your mind; were you truly just friends?

It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s nothing…

“Hell yeah!” Shang-Chi screamed, raising his arms in victory as he won the game while Joaquin was distracted. Laughter sounded all around; you almost missed the ring of your phone.

You picked it up, without looking at who was calling.

“Hello?”

His voice made you freeze. It was jarring trying to be accustomed to listening to him after so long. Anytime you heard his voice through the phone it shocked you, as you had made peace with yourself over the fact that you would never hear his voice again.

Without a word you stood up from your place and went to the hallway, all while he spoke through the phone.

“What?” you exclaimed, trying to keep calm.

“Great way of greeting your older brother y/n.” His playful voice traveled through the call, and you could imagine his soft smile while he said that, always there to calm you through anything.

You sighed, “I’m older now, am I not?”

Connor was twenty and you were eighteen.

And now, you are twenty-three, a ghost of the girl you used to be.

Connor was still twenty.

Your family returning after the blip caused more damage to your life than when they vanished. Your brother and parents stayed the same. Meeting them after they returned turned your life upside down for the second time in five years.

“Mom misses you. Dad too.” He says, sadness laced in his voice.

“Didn’t seem like they missed me much the last time I was there.” You leaned on the wall behind, taking a deep breath as you recalled what had happened mere months ago.

“I know you’re hurting bug-“

“Don’t call me that.” You cut him off, hearing your childhood nickname after so long, “weren’t you going back to Georgetown?”

“I am… just… wanted to meet you before I do.” He says, “I’ll make dinner. Just the four of us.”

“I don’t want to have dinner with mom and dad. Is this their idea? forcing you to call me home and scream at me?” you say, the memories of your family’s last meeting haunting you.

The living room air crackled with a rage you knew too well.

"The hell you mean you won't come back home?" your father bellowed, his southern drawl sharpening with each word, a familiar sign of his disappointment. He watched you, a rigid figure, as you hauled your luggage towards the door.

"Is there anything to come back to?" you asked, your voice flat, the question hanging in the charged atmosphere. Your gaze, heavy with weariness, met his.

The sting of your mother’s slap registered before the sound, a sharp, brutal end to the argument.

"Ma! Don't!" Connor’s voice, raw with alarm, pierced the silence.

You turned, your eyes locking with your mother's, the same eyes reflected back at you in the mirror every morning, now twisted with a venomous anger. "Get out of my house," she hissed, her voice a low, guttural threat. "You ain't no daughter of mine."

A coldness settled over you, "You should check the registry before you say that, Ma," you retorted, the words laced with a bitter edge. You turned on your heel, heading for the rented pickup, refusing to witness their reactions.

The engine roared to life against the silence of the driveway. You slammed the accelerator.

"Bug! Wait!" your brother's desperate cry echoed against the hum of the engine, but you didn't slow down. The road blurred through the tears streaming down your face, the pain a burning ache in your chest, your family farm a blur around you.

You cried harder as you saw him, a small, desperate figure running after the truck, calling you by the name only he used, a name that now felt like a cruel mockery of a bond you could never go back to.

“It was my idea.” Your brother sighed, he sounded tired, “I miss you.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow for a mission. I can’t” you state, waiting for a response. All you got was silence on the other end.

“Okay… Stay safe y/n.” he finally says with sadness laced in his tone

“You too.” You say, your thumb hovering over the end call button. Your throat tightened to say you’d meet him when you’re back.

But he cut the call.

You looked at the empty screen of your phone when it turned black, at the face that resembled so much to your brother. You were inseparable since forever, no fight you had ever lasted this long.

This was the only way you could move on. The only way you both could move on.

You sniffled away the tears and walked to the hanger, just to do a final check of everything before leaving tomorrow.

Too caught up in your head, you missed the sound of footsteps that had followed you there.

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It was D-Day.

People around you were running wild. Checking equipment, weapons, and the old unused Quinjet that was the only thing big enough to fit everyone.

“You good?” Bucky’s voice forced you to tear your eyes away from Joaquin talking with Sam.

“Yeah, all good.” You reply too quickly for his liking, trying to look busy with your laptop doing a final check.

"You know," Bucky said in a hushed voice, leaning towards you, "I thought you'd be more into bad boys. Never thought of you with the goody-two-shoes lieutenant."

Your head whipped around so fast, you feared you’d given yourself whiplash. With wide eyes and a racing heart, you fumbled for words, "What—I—Bucky, no, we're friends—there's—"

"I live right across you, Y/N," he interrupted, pointing at you with a knowing smirk. "I've seen him sneak in and out of yours at all hours for you two to be 'just friends.'" to your horror, he did finger quotes at ‘just friends’.

You groan, looking at the skies above.

“Who else knows?” you grit through your teeth.

“Just me for now… but others have suspected.” he had the audacity to giggle after he said that.

You debate if this was too late to drown yourself in the nearby pool.

He claps a hand on your shoulder, “hey, I’m glad. It’s good you found someone in your life.”

“When will you find Sam in your bed?” you tease him, a desperate attempt to change the topic.

It worked because he turned red and walked away, “You are a menace.”

“Why thank you.” You shout back.

To Be Continued...

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ocean // soldier boy

pairing: soldier boy x female!reader

summary: things don't go as planned when you ask ben if he would ever marry you.

content: ben is mean as hell in the beginning, angst, hurt/eventual comfort, slightly toxic ben (but we love him for it)

word count: 3.2k

note: next sb fic is gonna be nasty, trust, but we all need a little angst in our lives.

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“Would you ever marry me?”

The question sliced through the blissful peace of your post-sex glow. It had been on your mind for a while but you hadn’t found the confidence to actually give a voice to it. For some reason, this time felt perfect.

You knew the answer. Or, you thought you did. It was supposed to be a yes. Why wouldn’t it be? You and Ben had been more or less dating for months now, and you weren’t expecting a proposal today. You just wanted the validation that you were worth something to him.

“Where the hell did that come from, doll?” Ben asked, shock lacing his tone. His chest rose when he took in a hit of the joint in his fingers. He offered the rolled paper to you and you declined, a frown on your face. He was supposed to say yes. Why didn’t he say yes?

“I was just wondering…” you trailed off, swallowing down your words at the hard gaze Ben gave you.

“You think too much.” He bit out. It wasn’t uncommon for him to speak to you like this, but his avoidance to answer your question struck you like a hammer. You dropped your eyes to the blankets in front of you. Suddenly, you felt too exposed, too open to the world. You pulled the sheet up to cover your top half.

“So, no.” You mumbled. You were trying hard to ignore the lump in your throat. You couldn’t cry now, not in front of him. It would be too hard to stop. Ben scoffed and rolled his eyes, sucking down the rest of the joint. He flicked it off to the side, into an ashtray you had practically begged him to use.

“I don’t get why it’s so fuckin’ important right now.” He grumbled, sliding a hand over your waist. You pushed it off, not in the mood. He frowned.

“Your cum’s dripping out of me and I make you dinner every night.” You snapped, turning on your side. Maybe sleep would fix this all. “Sorry for thinking that meant something.”

“You need to watch your fuckin’ attitude.” Ben growled. He didn’t like when you were mad at him. He preferred you to be his happy little girlfriend, even if it meant having to suck up to you sometimes. In the heat of this moment, he reverted back to that forceful man you had met. “I’m not gonna listen to you bitch about not gettin’ your way.”

You shivered at the anger and heartbreak you felt. He really thought of you in this way?

Ben looked over your form, searching for any hint that you would just give in and except his non-answer. You weren’t crying, but you also didn’t give him that smile he loved so much. In an attempt to soothe his own ego, prove to the non-existent audience that he was the top dog in this situation, he scoffed and rolled off the bed.

You shifted slightly, just enough to look at him without giving him your full attention. He was shaking his head as he walked to the end of the bed, swiping up a pair of his sweatpants that had been tossed off to the side. He slipped them on before giving you a bone-chilling look. It was like he hated you. Did he really hate you?

“Come find me when you’re not acting like a crazy bitch.” He seethed out before stepping into the hall. You flinched at the slam of the front door of the cabin you were staying in.

You didn’t recognize this man. Ben could be sweet and loving, and the only time you had seen him act like this was toward enemies or someone who got in his way. Never you. Maybe you had imagined it all, imagined the connection you thought you shared with him. You took in a shuddering breath and the tears finally fell. You sobbed into your hand, biting down on the flesh to try to keep the volume low.

Ben still heard you. He always heard you, felt you. It was a side effect of the Compound V in his system, but also because his body had learned to search for you everywhere. He leaned on the railing of the porch, sucking on another joint. He squeezed his eyes shut at your choked noises. Rain pattered down on the leaves around him and he ignored the way his heart clenched at your anguish. He would make it up to you later. With his mouth and body, he would make you forget ever feeling like this.

But you had other plans.

You weren't going to sit here and let this man wreck you, and you couldn't bear to look at him after everything he had said. You pulled yourself up on shaky legs. Mindlessly, you used your trembling fingers to dress yourself, haphazardly throwing on jeans and a t-shirt. It would have to do for now. You needed to get out of there.

You shoved clothes into a backpack, leaving behind the less important pieces. You could replace them if you really missed them. With a moment's hesitation, you left the necklace Ben had gifted you on the dresser, where you knew he would see it.

You stumbled to the back door, slipping Converse on your bare feet. It was raining. It did nothing to deter you from running out into the woods, feet crashing over twigs and moss. You knew the road was in this direction, and once you reached it, you would call your friend to pick you up. You were still sniffling when you dialed her number, voice wavering when you tried to sound normal.

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Ben didn't know when he had spaced out but he did know that something was wrong when he was pulled out of it. His attention was latched onto a family of deer that had wandered to the front of the cabin, chewing on vegetation. He figured that was who he had heard cracking branches earlier.

He didn't hear your cries anymore. You must have been sleeping. He knew better than anyone that you always ended up crashing after a good cry. He sighed when he stood, stretching his sleepy muscles. It was time to make it up to his girl.

It wasn't as if he was completely against the idea of marrying you. It would be nice to see a diamond on your finger, shining at everyone to tell them to back the fuck off, she's mine.

But it would also mean admitting to everyone that you had him so far wrapped around your finger that he had to lock you down. He knew you would want him to have a band around his own finger. When he thought about it too much, it was all too much like Vought and the Russians. They had trapped him and he vowed to never let it happen again.

“Doll,” Ben called out softly on his way down the hallway. He listened for an answer. Nothing.

He couldn’t even hear your breathing.

He stepped into the room, eyes scanning around wildly. The blankets were messed up, but no woman lay sleeping in them. Your clothes that had been dumped on the floor in a sex-crazed flurry were gone. He whipped his head behind him, thinking maybe you were in the bathroom.

Something caught his eye.

The twinkling star pendant of your necklace taunted him. You refused to take the thing off for even a shower. He knew what it meant if it was there. You left him.

You fucking left him.

Ben almost reached for the jewelry, but held back when he noticed his hand trembling. He told himself it was from the anger coursing through him.

There, hiding underneath a blanket of learned hatred, was a spark of fear. He was angry, yes, but more than that he was afraid. You, the best thing to ever happen to him, were gone. You were somewhere out there without him. You had run from him.

He swallowed down that fear and chose to channel it into something he was more familiar with.

His fist crashed through the wall, leaving a hole behind. He pushed the dresser down on its side, making one of the legs fall off. His attention turned to the bed and he quickly descended upon it, smashing up the bedframe and ripping the sheets.

When he was finished, the room was in ruins. He was seething with a mix of emotions. He was going to find you. He needed to find you.

He would burn the entire world down to get to you.

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You had managed to hide from him for three weeks.

Okay, you weren’t consciously hiding from him, but that’s what it had become. You figured he would just let you go. He had made it clear, at least from what you understood, that you meant nothing to him.

It was all just a matter of moving across the state. You found a big city, nothing like New York City, but it would have to do. A motel became your new home, your mind still not wanting to accept that you were having to uproot your life like this. Thankfully, your job was remote work, so you had no issues to work out with them.

You lived lonely. Most days you stayed in your room, scrolling through news articles and YouTube. You didn’t make friends. You didn’t go out to bars. You shut yourself off from everything, numb to it all. In the early mornings, when your mind was halfway in sleep, you felt your arm reach out to find Ben, but all you were met with was a cold pillow.

You missed him.

You loved him.

Maybe that was why you found yourself wandering the sidewalks of the city, a scarf tucked around your lower face. You tried to find something that gave you the same feeling as his green eyes.

That was when you saw his green eyes.

Staring at you from the other side of the crosswalk.

Ben.

Your eyes widened at the realization that he had found you. He stuck out in his green supe suit, everyone in the direct vicinity ogling the man. He only looked at you, jaw flexing. You almost wanted to go to him, but then you remembered his words. You didn’t move until he began to walk forward, stepping in front of a line of cars.

You scrambled backwards, wind and the honking of the cars’ horns flooding your ears. You huffed into your scarf while you ran, bumping into people while in pursuit of somewhere to hide. You practically fell into the walkway of an abandoned building, hoping for all that was worth something that the door would be unlocked.

When the click of the lock secured, you took a few more steps back, shaking with emotion. You weren’t scared of him. You were only scared of what he had said. The next wave came, this time heartbreak. You couldn’t do this again.

Bang

You snapped your head to the door. You didn’t move. Maybe he would just go away.

“I swear I will break down this goddamn door if you don’t fuckin’ open it right now.”

His voice was seething. You flinched at another slam. He wouldn’t hurt you, you knew that, but he would hurt anything that stood in the way of you.

You heard your name growled from the other side. Your breath caught in your chest. It had felt like a lifetime since you heard him say it.

You spun around, looking for somewhere to escape. No back doors. No open windows. You stumbled to a bedroom, tucking yourself into one of the closets just in time for Ben to kick the door down. You could feel his presence as he searched the main room for you. You thanked the Vought gods for not gifting him with x-ray vision.

“Sweetheart.” Ben growled and you heard him footsteps grow closer. He heard your breathing quicken, practically smelled your grief over seeing him again. It was like a honing signal, bringing him right to where you were.

He sucked in a breath when his eyes caught yours in the dark closet. Tears were streaming down your face, smudging your mascara. You backed away, but your back was met with the wall.

He stepped forward, continuing on until he was standing toe to toe with you. You looked up at him with a trembling chin.

His arms shot out to wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. You melted into him on instinct, eyes fluttering shut while you breathed in his familiar scent.

“You fuckin’ left me.” He grumbled out, squeezing you tighter in his arms. You swallowed and stayed silent.

“I will always find you. You can’t leave me.” If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it was a threat. No. It was a promise. You read between the lines, caught on to the catch in his voice. This was his way of saying he loved you because he couldn’t bring himself to actually say the words. A flood of anger drowned out everything else.

“This was your fault!” You spat out. You flinched away from him, hitting and pushing at his chest. He stood there like a statue and took it. None of this hurt him, not physically anyway. “You asshole!”

“Did you meet someone else?” He asked, trying to divert the blame from him. You stopped your punch mid-air, looking at him like he was insane. You clenched your jaw, your fist turning into a finger that you jabbed into his chest.

“What, you think I’m a whore too? I know I’m already the ‘dumb bitch’ in your mind!” You all but screamed at him. You slapped a hand on his chest, trying to push him away. He didn’t move.

“I called you a ‘crazy bitch’.” Ben corrected and you completely lost it. You slammed both your hands into him with all your force. It actually made him step back to keep from losing balance, something you would have patted yourself on the back for if you weren’t already storming for the door. He took a few swift steps to reach you, fingers wrapping around your wrist to keep you from leaving.

You whirled around to look at him. Your eye was twitching. You had stopped crying, but your face was still wet. He looked down on you, face blank but eyes swimming with everything he was too “manly” to say.

“I hate you.” You bit out, trying to pull away from him. Ben shook his head.

“No you don’t.” He said, almost condescendingly. It was true. You didn’t.

“You’re mean to me.” You choked on the last word.

“I know.”

“You're selfish and arrogant and don’t know how to mind your own business.” Tears started streaming down your face again.

“I know.”

“You’re the love of my life and you don’t even want me.” You finally broke down. That made him finally release your wrist, but you weren’t pulling away anymore. You were shaking, lip quivering while you sobbed. Ben looked down on you, face twitching into something other than stoicism.

“Why don’t you want me?” You sobbed out, body shuddering. You almost fell over from the sheer force of all of these emotions coming at you, but Ben caught you before you hit the ground. You curled into him, head falling to rest on his bicep. He was holding you up like a ragdoll. He slowly sank to the ground, leaning back on the wall while he rocked you. You liked to be rocked, he knew.

“Why don’t you want me?” You asked again, voice smaller now. You weren’t calm, but you had stopped choking on your own crying. Ben pulled you closer into him, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“You’re all I want.” He mumbled, trying to say it without actually saying it. This was pussy shit, he had thought before. What man needed words to get a woman to stay with him? That had to mean there was something wrong with his body or income or power. But, he knew you needed this.

And maybe he did too.

“I can’t sleep without you,” he confessed, the words trying to claw their way back into his body. He forced them out. “I can’t breathe without you. You’re my ocean, doll.”

That made your breath hitch again. He was talking about what you had told him just a few months ago.

The two of you had gone to a beach, but it was night now. No one was around and yeah, maybe you had taken a bit too much advantage of that. Ben had just pulled out of you when he noticed you staring out at the open water. He had, of course, bragged about getting you all fucked out, but your voice spoke up afterwards.

“It’s so peaceful. So calming.”

Ben had no choice but to agree. It was peaceful. The waves from earlier had calmed into a quiet lull like nothing you had heard before. Seagulls rested on the beach, seemingly watching the water like you were.

“That’s love. That’s what everyone should look for.”

You had mumbled out the sentiment and Ben had pulled you over to sit in between his legs. You leaned back into his chest, eyes fluttering shut from the exhaustion of the day.

“What? A fuckin’ ocean?”

Ben had found it all funny at first, not quite catching on to what you were saying. He thought you meant that everyone in the world should just take a trip down to their closest ocean and all would be right in the world.

You tilted your head up and lazily opened your eyes. He caught your gaze and felt his heart clench. It was the first time he really realized that he loved you.

“Yeah.” You hadn’t caught on to the fact that he wasn’t understanding. “Everyone needs their ocean.”

It hit Ben like a ton of bricks. You loved him. He was your ocean -- God, the words were so cheesy he couldn’t believe he’d actually said them out loud.

Now, you were looking up at him much like you had in that moment, but this time you weren’t on a beach, you were in a dirty house. Your face was wet with tears, not saltwater. You sucked in a deep breath.

“Say it.” You whispered. He knew what you meant immediately. He wanted to say them, God, did he want to say them. He hesitated, not because he didn’t mean them, but because it was yet another brick in the wall that you were slowly chipping away at.

“I love you.”

They were barely a whisper, more of a ghosting of breath. If a bird had even made the smallest of chirps, it would have gotten covered. All of this was true, yet every syllable hit you.

Relief fell over your face and you collapsed against him with another sob. It wasn’t sad this time, wasn’t born out of heartbreak. No, this sob was letting out all of the need and wanting you had for the past three weeks. It was molded from everything you had ever needed from him.

He would learn to scream it from the mountaintops that he loved you. He would scrape and push and kick at that wall inside him until it was nothing more than rubble. You knew it because he had actually said it.

You clutched your fingers around the arms that held you and echoed his words back to him.

“You’re my ocean.”

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