#they get midway through skinning it before remembering who they are and that this is absolutely deranged looking probably

[lucabyte]

thinking about travelling-with-the-party loop doing things habitually without realising how deeply suspicious they are

[kingsoowolves]

birthday boy | hsh

pairing: idol boyfriend!seunghan x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

author's note: idk if any of you know it, but Seunghan is actually my first bias in riize. since his hiatus, i miss him so much and each day that passes without his presence in the group, i want him to come back even more. i know there's a bunch of ot6 briizes and i honestly don't really care who everyone chooses to stan. we're all different and have different tastes and likings, i get it. but i'm still holding out hope for him to comeback and that feeling won't die down untill i see his beautiful smile while he's on a stage along with his members again. this work is to showcase my love for him, nothing else. and also for all the ot7 briizes and hongjjangus that miss him just as much as me. i hope you like it, babes 🐈‍⬛🫧🧡

contents: established relationship, aged up!seunghan. mentions of riize members. set in the future, on seunghan's 25th birthday. he is active in the group and riize has been in the scene for a few years. smut and fluff. seunghan wants to have his cake and eat it too, lol. fingering, sex in the shower. sex without protection, cumming inside (don't be like them).

you can also read this work on my ao3, if you’d like

Seunghan is needy and dramatic towards you on a daily basis. But on his birthday, it always gets worse.

He ends every request with a “Please? It’s my birthday”, pulls you to sit on his lap every chance he gets and asks for smooches and attention each half an hour that passes by. It’s adorable and charming, and you always find yourself a willing victim to his whims, kissing and hugging him whenever he desires.

However, in times like this, when you’re rushing to get everything done for the small dinner party you’re hosting for his 25th birthday, it does annoy you a little bit. You’re already preoccupied about failing this day for him because the cake wasn’t yet delivered by the bakery and you only remembered to put the wine inside the freezer twenty minutes ago. At least, there’s still forty minutes left until the time you set for his members to show up and you hope that the wine is cold by then and the cake is inside your fridge.

You’re thinking about all of this while you’re finishing setting the fancy cutlery on the table. Seunghan should be checking on the lasagna inside the oven, but instead he catches you midway through your task, rubbing his chest on your back and his hands on your hips as he starts to place kisses on the side of your neck.

“Babe, the lasagna,” you warn.

“I just checked it. It’s still cooking,” he whispers over the wetness his spit gathered on your skin, making you shiver. He runs his nose from the side of your throat to your ear. “You smell so freaking good.”

“No, I don’t,” you say, closing your eyes, letting your body sag a little against his and reaching a hand back to his neck, keeping his face still on your neck while he resumes peppering kisses on your skin. “I still haven’t showered.”

“You always smell good for me, baby,” he says before nipping your earlobe. You can’t help but sigh from the attention he’s giving you. “And I can help you shower.”

His obvious naughty intentions make you open your eyes and spin around, your hands going to his chest to push him slightly away from you.

“No way,” you shake your head. “I know you’ll be distracting me and not helping at all. Plus, you’re already ready and someone needs to answer the delivery truck when they bring the cake.”

Seunghan gives you his best puppy look and steps closer to you again, his hands going around you to encircle your waist. “Baby, please,” he whines. “We spent the whole day organizing this place. I haven’t been able to fuck you yet and it’s my birthday.”

You chuckle and look up at him, resting your chin on his chest and squeezing his cheeks. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before hosting a dinner party at our place, birthday boy.”

He whines again, pressing his forehead on yours whilst his agile fingers start bunching up the skirt of your old saggy dress, one hand pressing on the underside of your left thigh as if he’s preparing to lift you over the table. “I could just slide right in like this. I promise I’ll be quick.”

“No, Seunghan,” you say, voice firm and serious. He gives you a defeated look and steps back, his hands dropping to his sides. “I’m sorry, baby. But we’re already late as it is. We can do all the shenanigans you want later, okay?”

You get on your tiptoes and press your hands on his shoulders to drop a quick peck to his lips, but Seunghan holds you there, his fingers closing on the back of your neck to turn the kiss into a heated one. You wrap your hands around his neck to give him a little taste of what he’s been craving, letting him kiss you the way he wants, his tongue licking up every crevice of your mouth. When he pulls back, you have to blink your eyes open to wake up your hazy mind.

“Okay,” he whispers, a sly smile playing on the corner of his lips as he watches the reaction only one really good kiss pulled out of you. “Go get ready.”

You gulp and nod your head. “Finish setting the table up for me, please? And don’t forget about the lasagna, too. Oh, and–”

“And the cake should be delivered any minute,” he completes for you. “I know, baby, I know. Now go get yourself prettier for my day.”

You nod again, giving him one last peck on his lips and finally turning around. Seunghan takes the moment to pat your butt lightly and you laugh back at him while you walk to your bedroom. After getting to the en suite bathroom, you turn the water to the temperature you like and hastily slip out of your clothes. You sigh when you step into the shower and the warm water hits your head and shoulders, massaging the knots on the back of your neck.

After you shampoo your hair and begin to cover yourself in soap, you hear the door to the bathroom open up and spin around to see Seunghan a few meters away from the glass enclosure separating you both, his fingers quickly removing his denim jacket and tugging his black t-shirt up.

“Seunghan, no!” You exclaim, watching him slide the shirt out of his body and dropping it on the floor along with your clothes. “I told you, I–”

“Babe, I already turned off the oven and put the lasagna to rest on the counter. I also texted the guys saying they should come an hour later,” he explains, moving his hands to his belt buckle to unfasten it and then zipping down the fly on his pants. “Wonbin hyung agreed to pick up the cake. Already let the bakery know it, too.”

You open your mouth at him in shock and your pink sponge falls from your hand onto the shower tiles. “No, you didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did.” Seunghan laughs at you and resumes taking his jeans off, his briefs going sliding down his legs along with it. He steps out of the fabric and his semi-hard cock springs free, the head of it slapping along his thigh. You bite your bottom lip whilst he slides the shower door open just enough for you to see him in all his glory, perfect body exposed bare right in front of your eyes. “So what it’s gonna be, baby? Are we going to fuck or do you prefer to keep pretending you don’t want this as much as I do?”

“Come in,” you say through gritted teeth and he laughs again, stepping inside and sliding the glass door back on its place. You wind your arms around his shoulders and press yourself against him. “You’re a pain in my ass, Hong Seunghan. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, and you love me,” he mutters while he holds you, splaying both of his hands on your ass.

“Unfortunately, I do,” you whisper back, pulling him in for a kiss.

Seunghan’s lips have always been addictive to you. You love how full and beautiful they are, how his smiles come easily when he quirks the sides of them up just a bit and especially how soft and moist they become while he’s kissing you. You always get lost in the feeling, biting on his bottom lip and drawing pretty sounds out of him. You’re so lost in him at this moment that you don’t even notice how his hands snake down your body, gripping on your flesh until his fingers find the place in between your legs.

He spreads you open with his fingers and you moan, your lips disconnecting with his. He laughs darkly as his forefinger rubs on your clit and you hold onto his shoulders for stability.

“You tried to deny me like that but yet you get this wet from just a few kisses?” He says while he watches your face contorting in pleasure.

“I was trying to be responsible,” you reply, trying to keep your moaning to a minimum while it’s still so early in the game. “Instead of you, who only thinks with your dick.”

Seunghan smiles, fingers massaging over your hole and trying to coax louder moans out of you. “That’s just your effect on me, sweetheart. I can’t help it.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe you’re just a horndo–” You get cut off because of course Seunghan chooses that exact moment to insert two of his fingers inside of you, making the words on your lips turn into a groan and your head loll back.

“What were you saying, baby?” He asks slyly over your exposed neck, pumping his fingers in and out of you with precision. How can he be so fucking good at this?

You gulp down the saliva that collects in your throat and scrunch your eyes while you bask in the feeling of him pleasuring you. “Nothing.”

“That’s what I thought,” he replies with a smile, moving you to press your back against the bathroom wall and reaching down to wrap a hand around one of your thighs, hooking it up around his waist. You press the arch of your foot on his ass to pull him closer to you and soon enough his dick is pressed in between your bodies and he’s rutting on your lower belly. “That’s it, such a good girl for me.”

You move your hand down to cover his pretty cock, pumping him in your fist the best you can while Seunghan distracts you by scissoring his fingers inside your cunt. You try to look down to see what you’re doing, but Seunghan’s head eclipses your visions when he starts dropping kisses on the valley of your breasts. His lips move to one of your perk nipples and you moan out loud when he sucks it into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue. Your pace falters on his length and he pulls your hand away from it to intertwine your fingers together, resting them on the coldness of the bathroom tiles beside your head.

“Hani, it’s your birthday,” you say, and he looks up at you with your boob still inside his mouth. “I should be the one pleasuring you.”

He releases your nipple with a pop, then sinks his teeth on the flesh of your other breast. “But you are pleasuring me, baby. Doing whatever I want with you is all I need.”

You sigh when he licks over your neglected nipple, his tongue tracing around the areola over and over again until he gets tired of it and suctions on that one, too. He keeps the unrelenting pace of his fingers inside of you and moves his thumb up your clit again to rub on it.

“But I want to do more for you,” you whisper, starting to thrust your hips up against his hand. Your head already feels dizzy and your vision starts to get hazy with how much he’s overwhelming your senses. You feel that any moment now you might snap.

Seunghan releases his nipple from your mouth t at the same moment the revolutions down your clit get faster, and you can’t stop your moans from echoing around the restroom anymore while he kisses his way up to your lips again.

“Then you can suck me off after dinner, okay?” He mutters, his natural foxy eyes glinting at you and his mouth drinking up your sounds. “You’re close, right?”

“So close, Hani,” you cry out, gripping his hand tightly on yours and tugging on his hair with your other one.

He smiles at you and presses his lips to yours two times. Then, he mutters, “Cum for me now, pretty girl.”

It’s ridiculous that that’s all it takes to get you there. But either way, your orgasm washes over you, the tingling forming in your belly spreading through your limbs and head while your walls convulse around Seunghan’s fingers. He still keeps his work in your pussy while you scream and drop your lips to bite on his neck to give you something to do.

“That’s it, my love. You look so pretty when you fall apart. I want to watch this for the rest of my life,” he whispers in your ear while you sink your teeth on his flesh.

Once there’s no energy left in your body and you’re babbling incoherently on his skin, he slides his hand up to lift your chin and press your head back on the wall. His fingers wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth and you smell your juices on them, your tongue instinctively darting out to lick at them.

“Shit, baby, you got me so hard already,” he heaves while you suck his digits into your mouth, limp hand searching for his cock again. “There’s no need for that.”

You only release his fingers from your mouth after pressing little kisses on the tips of each one, then you smile at him and wrap your hand around his dick, slapping it against your folds to share your wetness and his precum with each other. “You’re going to fuck me now, birthday boy?”

“Are you up for it already?” He asks, trying to convey worry through his little groans and expletives. “I don’t wanna do too much too soon.”

“I don’t care, you can overstimulate me all you want,” you reply back, hitting his dick on your clit to show him that you’re serious. “I just need your dick inside me, Hani.”

“Fuck yeah,” he groans at both your words and how you guide his dick to your entrance, your cunt sucking his fat head inside. “I’ll fuck you dumb, baby.”

“Be my guest,” you moan back, feeling him slide all the way in one go and bottoming out, your walls stretching to accommodate his heavy girth inside.

Seunghan slides out and inside of you slowly only three times. Then he sets a merciless rhythm, hitting you with smooth, fast and hard thrusts. You wrap your other leg around him and he holds you up with his strong legs and arms, hands grasping your back and ass cheeks. You tug on his hair, kiss his cheeks, nip on his lips and suck on his neck and chest while he keeps fucking you through it all. The wet sounds of his dick fleetly moving in and out of your cunt and your skin slapping together bounce around the walls, becoming the back tracking for the harmony of moans you voice out together.

He doesn’t falter for a minute, not even when you reach down to squeeze his balls. Instead of easing down his flow, he spreads one of your legs apart, securing it to the wall behind you while he scrunches his nose and gazes down to watch how your cunt clutches to his cock every time he pulls back and your hand fondles his testicles.

Seunghan is giving you his everything. Hoisting you up, holding you together, pining you to the wall and fucking you deliciously. Ruining you. His arms bulge and his legs flex while he does it and you can see sweat forming on his forehead. The water still falling from the shower hits his shoulder blades and splash warm droplets on your skins and the shower doors, like it’s painting freckles on the scene, covering you both in the marks of your lovemaking.

You think he never looked as beautiful as he does right now.

“Seunghan,” you call for him and he looks at you with lust and love swimming inside his eyes. You run a hand over the fringe that falls on his forehead, slicking it back and then rubbing your fingers on his cheek bone. Handsome as hell. You can’t quite believe this man is all yours. “I’m close. I want you to cum inside, okay?”

He nods fervently and presses kisses on your hand that’s still on his face. “Yeah, baby, you got it,” he says, his voice faltering slightly.

Just then he slows down the drive of his hips, moving his legs and balancing himself again in between your thighs until he finds the new angle he’s searching for. Your breath hitches when it seems like he slides even deeper inside your pussy. The head of his cock starts to hit that amazing spongy spot inside you and he smiles victoriously when you’re reduced to a blubbering mess. When his thumb rubs on your clit, joining his dick in his effort to make you mad, you’re done for.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moan out, squeezing your eyes shut. Your legs tremble and you try to hold it together, but your peak is coming at you faster and faster. “Baby, I think I’m gonna– I’m cum–”

You’re interrupted by Seunghan’s lips crashing on yours and his tongue being shoved inside your mouth. Your orgasm rips through your body like an out-of-control train flying off its tracks. It’s brisk and powerful, leaving your heart racing and your breath short, your mouth hanging open while you moan your boyfriend’s name until your voice feels raw.

“That’s it, baby. That’s a good girl, cumming all over my cock,” Seunghan says, his eyes locking on yours when your jaw clenches. “I’m right behind you, baby. Going to give you my cum now.”

“I want it, Hani, please do it,” you request with a hoarse voice, fighting your words out through the soreness in your throat.

“Oh, shit,” he groans, his hips jerking and stuttering, his cock swelling up and twitching inside you. “Yeah, fucking take it, baby.”

He spills inside your cunt and you moan deeply one more time before he slumps against you, his forehead pressing on your shoulder while your pussy milks him dry. He’s still holding you up, but the hand that was pining your thigh to the wall is now limp, and you move your leg back to wrap around him, tightening your hold of him to keep him inside you as long as possible.

Seunghan moans some more in your ear and you press reassuring kisses on the moles over his shoulders while you both calm down and catch your breaths. When you feel his gasps mellowing out, you press your fingers on his nape and pull his head back to look into his eyes.

“Hi,” you whisper and he gives you the sweetest smile ever, the lines around his eyes cracking and his whisker dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Happy birthday, Hani.”

He hums happily and rests his forehead on yours, dropping five consecutive pecks on your mouth. “Thank you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you say, pressing your lips on his to give him a full kiss. He responds eagerly, tongue stroking yours and hands sliding to the back of your thighs to kee you up.

You feel his dick stirring inside you again when he pulls back and says, “You think we can go for round two before the guys show up?”

You laugh incredulously at him and unwrap your legs from his body, pushing on his shoulders until he pulls out of you. He whimpers pathetically at the loss of contact and you lift a finger to shut him up.

“Don’t you start, Hong Seunghan,” you admonish him.

He just pouts and catches your finger with his hand, puts it inside of his mouth and starts to suck on it, looking at you wickedly as he does so, all that while his cum starts to seep out of you. Your breath hitches at the scene and because his remnants now sticking to your thighs. But you keep your cool, withdrawing your finger from between his lips until it’s out with a pop. You give his chest a slap and then turn, moving to stand under the shower head to clean yourself.

However, before you can get the soap on your body, his arms are around you again and his lips are ghosting over the shell of your ear. “I’ll be quick, baby. Please, it’s my birthday.”

You roll your eyes at him. He’s insatiable. And he’s definitely going to be late for his own birthday party.

happy birthday, hani, i love you! If you liked this work, consider sharing your thoughts with me on the comments or my ask box. thanks for reading! 🧡

[nrdmssgs]

Idk bout you but like hear me out on helping nikto get dressed like securing the man to go on a mission while you stay behind on base yk like helping him wear his gear and kissing his mask I mean what who said that? 🤨

Masterlist

Oh love, in this house kissing your man's mask is a must.

You two don't share many words. You - because you were never a particularly chatty type. Nikto for his part tries to keep his voices to himself, and any conversation would mean another chance to spit out too much.

Yet the connection between you two is obvious. It grows inevitably as you learn your ways around each other. Tread carefully, observe, memorize, analyze.

You don't need to ask him, when does his scarred face burn and itch. You already remember: it happens before the big operations. Nikto stirs himself up weeks prior to that, exercises more than usual, loses his usual appetite, barely sleeps. There is a certain cost to his extraordinary performance on a battlefield, and this is it. The last hours before the mission, he is so pent-up, his nerves eat him alive. It's when his old scars begin to hurt and torture Nikto. He clenches his teeth and hides his eyes from you.

You saw him trying his usual meds and salves before. But the pain is all in his mind, so nothing can fix it. Or so he thought before you touched him for the first time.

It feels as if you knew, where to press to relieve the tension. At first Nikto turns away, avoiding showing you the disfigured part, although this is almost meaningless since deep scars cross him from cheek to cheek, from lips to the forehead. Little by little he succumbs to your touch, leans in and buries his face in your hands.

He craves your touch. There are just not enough words to express it yet.

There is a small spot nestled between his upper vertebrae. You recall that if you press into it with your thumbs just so, he will groan and tilt his head back, murmuring soft, appreciative obscenities as you relieve the pressure on the nerve.

It sends him somewhere deep into the safety and tranquility. Nikto knew hands that could gift him pleasures before yours, but only you can bring him into another state of mind.

All because you don't treat him mechanically as one would treat a random lover. You observe. You learn.

You have meticulously learned how he prefers to wrap his arms, from his knuckles to midway up his elbow: the precise spots where he folds and knots the banding, and where he carefully tucks the ends to prevent them from coming loose during firing or fighting. Given the severe damage to the skin on his arms, he cannot endure the constant abrasion of coarse textiles. This knowledge, acquired through careful observation, surprises him now as you kneel and gently take the banding from his fingers, setting to the task with practiced precision. He watches you in silent awe. How is it possible to be this perfect? How are you this close to him, even though not in his embrace?

Nikto takes on his balaclava and the hood with straps, meanwhile you touch your fingers against a mask, lying on a bench next to him. He doesn't like it, when you take it. Not because he doesn't trust you - he would rip his own heart out and give to you, no questions asked, should you asked him to. But there are faces, grins, whines, laughter, screams, voices behind this mask. All the ugly, grim things, he tries to keep away from you.

When your soft lips press against the scratched black surface of its forehead, Nikto frowns. A hideous grimace of plastic and metal, yet you kiss it?

He remains quiet until you hand it to him. Only then he breaks the silence.

"Because it's prettier than me?"

You help him fasten all the belts and answer. Your words pass his ears and settle straight into his heart.

A relief. A tight lump growing in his throat. A warmth pulsing deep.

"Because it's a part of you."

[jenoslutie]

i saw your requests were open and im really craving jeno filth rn. can i request a blurb of mean/angry jeno wanting to try anal spur of the moment while fucking but theres poor prep. can there be focus on degrading, humiliation, & dacryphilia? i saw on your requests that you write some hard kinks so hopefully this works (if not, ignore me). thank you!

pairing: jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut

wc: 1501

warnings: degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, anal (with little to no prep), mentions of haechan, angry jeno.

a/n: thank u anon!! im so sorry im replying so late i've been suffering with severe lack of motivation but thank u to @jenomov for motivating me to write this luv u bb!!

Ever since you and Jeno got home earlier, hes been upset and he won't tell you why. All you remember was being at a little get together with him and his friends and midway during the night he took you by the hand and told you that you guys would be leaving. The whole car ride was silent and you honestly don't have a clue what could be wrong with him. You'd assume one of his friends may have said something that pissed him off but if that did happen he would've mentioned it to you. All your attempts of trying to ask him have been pushed away with him either ignoring you or simply telling you to not worry about it.

"Jeno?" You walked into your shared bedroom after washing up where he was at his desk playing video games, already having changed into a pair of grey shorts and a white t-shirt. "Can you talk to me? what's wrong?" and much like the other times, he ignored you once again. Being fed up with his silent treatment, you went up to where he sat at his desk and took his headphones off his head, placing them on his desk and turning the chair around so he'd finally look at you for the first time since you'd gotten home today.

"Jeno, talk to me please, what's wrong? I don't know what I did and it's making me feel like shit knowing that I upset you and I don't even know what I did" Jeno groans, not amused that you reminded him of it again. "You know what, fine I'll fill you in." He sat you down on the floor in front of him and his voice was awfully calm which was a stark contrast to his demeanour from less than a minute ago. He tucks your hair behind your ear and ran his hands through your hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling it roughly, making you wince.

"I was looking for you the whole time today but where did I end up finding you? Sitting outside with Haechan. You know how he feels about you yet you still entertained it like some attention whore." He sneered as he says this and tugs on your hair harder.

Now you remember.

Jeno seemed to be occupied with his friends so you and Haechan decided to go and get some drinks from the kitchen before sitting outside and people watching. There was barely any dialogue exchanged other than some random comments the both of you made when you saw someone doing something funny.

So you tell Jeno that.

"You know, if you really want to slut yourself out to Haechan while your boyfriend is busy with his friends then go ahead. But for now, come on, strip" Jeno was seeing red at this point. He was already upset that you ditched him and when he finally did find you, he found you hidden away with his friend who's had feelings for you since time. What added on to his anger was you were wearing this skin tight black romper with no bra underneath so everyone could clearly see every curve of your body and your very hard nipples.

He watched you as you got rid of that stupid romper that made you look even sexier than you already were. "come on, take off those panties too, sluts like you don't need those. I'm surprised you even wore any in the first place." you complied with a slight frown, the situation was so arousing to you right now but you couldn't show him just how much it was affecting you. Jeno hummed as your naked body stood before him, his fingers finding their way to your nipples to toy with them before bringing his mouth to one and flicking his tongue over it making you moan softly. However that didn't last long until Jeno got off his chair and sat you on it instead. You brought your hand down to your sopping wet cunt and realized your wetness was dripping down onto his chair. You knew Jeno wouldn't be happy about it considering his mood right now so you chose not to even mention anything about it until he'd notice himself. Which clearly didn't last long because when Jeno looked down to where your hand was, he saw the mess that was made on his new gaming chair.

"What the fuck is this hmm?" Jeno raised his eyebrows at you making you close your legs and look down in shame. "You know, I was thinking of letting you off easy but I don't think you deserve it today. Get on your knees and clean up your mess." You whimpered at his degradation. As harsh as his words may get, you know he doesn't mean it at the end of the day. So you obeyed his command and fell to your knees and lapped up your arousal from his chair, leaving an arguably bigger mess but you know Jeno never really minded in the first place.

"Good girl. Get on the bed baby" You followed all his commands with no hesitation. Making your way over to the bed with him trailing behind you. He sat you on the bed before getting rid of his shorts and shirt. Immediately, you knew what that meant so you got right to work, licking at his tip before taking his length in your mouth. Sucking him off like you know he likes. Making a mix of his groans and the sound of you gagging from his length hitting the back of your throat fill the room.

He pulled you off him before he was able to reach the edge. "Get on your hands and knees." And you obeyed, arching your back the way he likes it. What you didnt expect was to feel his cock circling your rim. it's not your first time doing this with him but there was barely any prep or foreplay to prepare you for this. "Jeno? I dont think I'm prepped enough for anal right now..." you trailed off to which he slapped your ass in response. "You can take it I know you can, It'll feel good I promise" Dropping down a glob of spit to 'lubricate' your hole before he slid in just his tip around your hole, hips stuttering from the feeling of your hole squeezing him in. The pain was too much making your eyes well up "Jeno fuck..it hurts so much" And as if to make it better, he dropped another glob of spit on your hole to make the stretch more bearable (it didnt help much). When he finally bottomed out in your ass he let out a loud groan which you could almost feel from the way his cock twitched inside you. Your cheeks were stained with tears as you fought the urge to beg him to at least use some lube but the thought quickly went to the back of your head when he started pounding into your ass while rubbing at your clit.

"Jeno fuck" you sniffled and you didnt expect Jeno to fucking whimper at your tone. "Fuck baby are you crying?" He chuckled softly, flipping you onto your back to observe your messy tear stained face.

"You're so fucking pretty when you cry baby it makes me wanna ruin you more often. You like when I fuck you hard like this?" You nod and soon the pain is mixed with pleasure when he rubs at your clit harder and your arousal trails down to where his cock is pounding into you.

"Gonna cum Jeno feels so good" Jeno knew you were close from the way you tightened up around him and your legs shook around his waist. "Cum baby. show me that pretty teary face when you cum." And you did. Your orgasm hit you so hard that you sob even harder, your face a mix of tears and drool that made Jeno's high to follow right behind yours. He buried his cock all the way inside you and you feel the hot white ropes of cum filling you up.

Jeno slowly pulled out and collapsed next to you, wiping the tears off your face. "You're so good to me baby sorry if I was too rough today." You shook your head with a smile, not trusting your voice to do you any justice in the moment. Jeno returned the smile and gave you a soft kiss to your forehead.

"And just so you know, I'm not mad about the Haechan thing anymore. It was a stupid thing to get mad about I'm sorry" You smiled at the man before you. Jeno less than 10 minutes ago was nothing compared to the Jeno you were seeing right now.

"It's okay, I love you and only you okay?" He hummed with a smile, giving you another kiss to your forehead before he went off to get something to clean you up with.

[verdemoun]

what if hypothetically…darragh went to seans funeral in the timewarp…

I know you asked for different angst but I’ve been sitting on this one until I was in the mood.

Sean’s funeral was a mess. Lenny and Sean’s wedding was the first big wedding the gang had to organize. Sean’s funeral was the first funeral they had to arrange.

Following advice, Lenny and Karen impulsively chose open casket. It made sense; they’d all seen corpses before, and the idea of a final goodbye sounded pretty. Instead, they all felt nauseous. Sean wasn’t meant to be still or peaceful. He was meant to be alive. There was so much make-up on his face they couldn’t see all the faint marks on his face. The moles were there, but the little scars and blemishes that made him look real were hidden. His hair was too well maintained, combed back the way Lenny always loved him wearing it but Sean never would because it wasn’t him.

Midway through eulogies, Darragh staggers in, the sort of drunk you can smell. He takes a seat at the back, poorly trying to straighten his blazer and unironed shirt. Everyone is trying not to cry, including Arthur during his own speech remembering the proper old days, but Darragh is doing a significantly worse job. Him trying not to cry was its own wail of deep, primal, animalistic mourning, pushing everyone closer to their own breaking point.

Hosea ends up dragging him outside, apologizing profusely because he has never been in the situation where he needed to bury a son, but warning him to pull himself together. For Lenny's sake, the gang's sake, for Maeve's sake, when Maeve barely understands Sean isn't waking up or coming home, he needs to hold himself together and if not he can stumble back to whatever bar he just left.

Darragh takes a breath, and agrees. Goes back in, and Hosea quickly takes a seat beside him in the back. He saw Darragh twitch, like the strike of a match. It was the same angry glower Sean would get, the moment Hosea knew a grudge would never be let go. Darragh's angry and looking for a fight.

With every speech, Darragh looks more like a slowed down explosion. His face is turning red, skin raw from wiping tears away, hunched over with every breath an expansion of his entire body. The gang is healing, telling stories of good times, remembering Sean so warmly they're actually finding comfort in the morbid spectacle they were denied so often in canon.

When they ask if anyone else has a few words, Hosea grabs Darragh's wrist in the same second the old irishman goes to stand. To his shock, Darragh actually simmers, but not without a hissed 'he was my son'.

Eventually, it's Hosea and Darragh alone, far into the night, standing at Sean's grave - because Hosea knows better than to leave someone that angry, and bitter, and isolated, completely alone. Darragh pulls out a scrap of paper from his pocket.

Darragh, through gritted teeth and tears, told a story about a 5 year old Sean, climbing trees far too tall because he knew his da was there to catch him when he inevitably fell. That was his son: brave but not naive, fearless but not reckless. As far as Darragh knew, Sean Macguire, his son, died in 1889. Darragh didn't know the stranger he bumped into in a bottle shop with his son's face, or the lives others remembered so innocently. His son wasn't the sort of repressed idiot who lightened the mood with drunk antics, or burned tobacco fields, or got women pregnant. His son wouldn't be stupid enough to walk home alone at night and get shot in a robbery gone wrong. None of them knew his son, and he's sorry they didn't, because his Sean was brilliant. He was sorry he was standing over a stranger's grave, because he'd never get the chance to know what happened to make his son change into someone else, or get to know his son again.

[theorphicangel]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.| 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦!) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 |

synopsis: 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫��. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

tags: roommates au, fem!reader, eventual smut, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟐. 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲

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word count: 4.1k

warnings: bleeding but like a little mini cut on the thumb nothing gory 🧍🏿‍♂️

chapter one here.

“Good morning, sunshine!” your voice was loud – obnoxiously loud for eight in the morning. A wide grin spread across your lips as you marched out of your room in an oversized shirt.

It was in fact not sunshine at all. Through the large, clear glass windows of the apartment, heavy gray clouds hung over the city– the threat of rain ready to ruin the day ahead.

Your eyes were met by the cold, metallic eyes of Levi who sat on the high stool at the kitchen table, midway through drinking a cup of tea in his hand, and just from his stoic expression you can tell that you’d successfully annoyed him with your cheerfulness. You somehow always knew how to startle him.

Accompanying his tea, he had a pink and white polka dot plate–that you of course picked from the store–with toast, cut diagonally.

You strolled past Levi, feeling his eyes become fixated onto your figure, no doubt that his glare deepening and piercing through your skin.

Opening the balcony doors, a fresh wave of the cold air burst through the apartment. Levi grit his teeth, his tongue ready to form some words to scold you but they died quickly once he realized that you were already too far away to hear him.

“Melanie!” you beam, picking up your mini potted plant from the corner of the small balcony, “Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Yep, you are fucking crazy.” Levi mumbled to himself, before his lips met the rim of the teacup.

His eyes lingered on your form carefully as you picked up each one of your several potted plants and wished them a happy valentine’s. You've greeted them every single morning without fail ever since Hange informed you that talking to your plants helps them to grow faster. The carbon dioxide or some other shit you said when you told him about it.

To him, it’s a waste of space. He can’t trust himself to go out there and not accidentally knock over one of them– which in the laws of your world is ultimately treason. Because to you, they’re like your children. He’s watched you give them names and birthdates that you’ll never remember, each day you’re spontaneously changing up their ages.

He clicks his tongue, plants don’t even have ages anyways, it’s stupid.

He just hasn’t got the heart to tell you that yet.

After watering your plants, you step back inside and as much as he thought you were an absolute weirdo, he has somehow found himself getting into the habit of making sure that the water can was filled every morning.

It was the least he could do if he was up early anyways.

Sliding the balcony door shut, apparent goosebumps run up your arms and he notices the way you shiver and not so secretly hold back a sniffle as the aftermath from your cold last week.

Typical.

“You shouldn’t be going out there without a coat.” He noted.

You shrug, “I was only out for five minutes.”

“I don’t care.” Levi added, “I’m not looking after you again if you get sick, it was such a pain in the ass.”

It was a blatant lie but he wasn’t going to let you know that.

You stuck out your tongue at him, “I wasn’t asking you to look after me in the first place, that was all of your own free will, idiot.”

Levi holds back the retort that lingers in his throat, you did have a point about that but he couldn’t just help himself, he’d known too well from previous experiences that health was something to take seriously.

Remaining unamused, his eyes try not to linger on your thighs as you stroll past him, instead becoming more invested in the whole grain toast on his plate.

“Still lonely hearted as ever, lee’?” You comment, pouring a hot cup of coffee for you, the water still hot from Levi’s recent use.

He scoffed, not turning his head to speak to you, “Last time I checked, you don’t have a date either dumbass.”

A mischievous smile danced on your lips as you proudly broke the news to Levi.

“Ha, the joke’s on you.” You took a simple pause before announcing it to him, relishing in your comeback.

“I actually have a date tonight.”

He almost gets whiplash from how fast his neck twists over to you, his eyes now studying your expression.

“Real funny.” he mumbles.

“I’m serious! Didn’t I tell you before?” you question, setting down your identical polka dot plate with a half cut bagel and your cup of coffee besides him.

As you settle into your seat Levi’s mind casts back to your previous conversations, his mind specifically scanning through any points in recent conversation where you brought up the fact that you have a date for Valentine’s.

He shakes his head doubtfully, a few seconds after your proposed question, “No, I don’t think you did.”

His eyes watch you apprehensively as you butter your bagel.

He would’ve definitely known, he never forgets anything you say.

“Well, I do have a date for tonight.” you declare, before taking a bite.

“With who? Your imaginary best friend?” he snorts.

Your lips tilt down in disapproval, “Okay grumpy, just ‘cause other people actually have love in their lives doesn’t mean you should dismiss them like that.”

“If you wanna call making up an imaginary partner a synonym of love, I don't know any other way to tell you that you’re batshit crazy.”

You groan at his joke, poking your finger at his hardened bicep, “I’m serious!”

He lets out an exhale after recognising that your tone of voice only gets like that when you are genuinely serious.

“Who is it?” he asked gingerly, and never in his life has he ever goddamn hoped that you’re messing with him. That this is all just a stupid prank. He finds his heart rate increasing by the second, anxious for your response.

“Uh, Pieck set me up with someone last week, his name is Daniel or something, he’s a good friend of hers.”

His lower abdomen churns, his palms quickly turning sweaty. It takes all of him not to show a reaction.

“Where?” he clears his throat, trying to keep panic out of his tone. His face is kept impassive as you look at him. You notice an apprehensive look in his eyes but you take it as him just being curious.

“We’re going for dinner at that new Italian restaurant that just opened up, ‘Il sog–uh–something.” you say, mouth half full as you speak, which is something that would irritate the fuck out of him right now but his mind is too preoccupied with the information that you just gave him.

“Right.” He feels his throat begin to close up, a frown beginning to form across his forehead.

“He’s picking me up at seven so–”

“I’m not waiting up for you.” he quips.

You huff, “I wasn’t asking you to, doofus.”’

“Good.'' Then he stood up abruptly, the screech of the chair being pushed back against the floor echoes throughout the apartment.

“I’m going to be late for work.” he announced, heading to his room.

You frown at the clock on the wall, “What? It’s only eight? You didn’t even finish your-” the slam of a door interrupts the end of your sentence, “breakfast.”

He doesn’t take the time to hear it as he shuts his bedroom door with more force than he expected.

Levi walks over to his bedside table and opens up the mini drawer, taking out a red envelope without a name on the back. His fingers pry it open, taking out a pink card, one that he spent fifteen minutes deciding on whether you’d like it or not and then being reassured by Hange that you would because it was one with bears on it and he knew that you’d like something as cute and stupid as that.

Opening the card, the message is brief in his neat handwriting, simply wishing a happy Valentine’s.

He takes out the small black card in it.

Il Sogno Bello.

Reservation for two.

At 7:00pm.

Please call in advance if you wish to cancel.

He stares at the mini card before his fingers tear it in half without a second thought.

Good thing he’s got the number saved, right?

—

“So?! So?! Did you give her the card?!”

His eyes glance away from his computer screen with a deadpan look. Hange’s lips turn into a pout when Levi gives no response back.

“She didn’t like it?!” they exclaim widely– also a little too loud for nine in the morning.

“Fuck, we shouldn’t have gotten bears, it’s too out of character for someone like you, we should’ve-”

“I didn’t give it to her.” he interrupts, his frown deepening at the topic of the conversation. This only reminded him of what you had told him earlier and further deepened his gloomy mood.

“What? Why?” Hange asks, their lips parted in surprise. “I wrote a whole script for you to remember.”

“Because some guy’s already taking her out later.” he reveals, a crease between his brows. “I was too late.”

His mind suddenly casts back to a night not too long ago, during one movie night on a Friday when he caught you giggling at your phone. A childish grin spread across your lips.

“What?” he asks, glancing over from the side of the couch the glow of your phone screen lighting up your face.

“Are you even watching?”

“Yea- uh yes!” you place your phone down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Sorry, it’s nothing.”

And despite you placing it down, he didn’t miss the way your eyes lingered on the device for the rest of the movie. You soon irritated him with your constant fidgeting, the itch to check your phone almost impossible for him to ignore. He dismissed it back then. But he should’ve guessed.

He should’ve known not to waste his time or Hange’s for that matter as they dragged him around to nearly every card store in the city. Now, he remembers about the box of your favorite chocolates hidden in his drawer that no longer seeks any purpose. But thank fuck, he didn’t end up getting you roses like Hange advised him to do, he wouldn’t have had any idea what to do with that.

“Oh-” they say, “Oh Levi-”

“M’ not upset about it.” He interrupts once more, reading Hange’s mind and sensing their pity. He didn’t need that. Not now or ever.

“It was a stupid idea anyways, I don’t even know why we did it.”

“Levi-” they begin, “It’s not too late to tell-”

His head perks up behind Hange, his eyes caught by a blond figure behind them, he rises from his seat suddenly, audibly mumbling to Hange. “Erwin’s calling me over.”

For the rest of the day, it’s like a dark, threatening cloud looms directly above his head, infiltrating his mind. He doesn’t even want to go home, dreading the thought of returning and watching you get ready for tonight when it should be him taking you out, not a random guy.

He tries to look for a reason to stay behind and get more work done. Hell, he even goes to Erwin to ask if there’s anything he should get a headstart on. Instead Erwin gives him a quizzical look, “Are you alright Levi? You seem – tense.”

“Never been fucking better.” he replies.

Following that failure, he finally heads home and in an attempt to kill time, he randomly goes for a car wash. It wasn’t really necessary but something about it calms him down, stops his mind from racing.

With that taking an extra fifteen minutes or so, he finds himself outside the door of your shared apartment, hesitant as to whether he should enter.

He takes a deep breath before inserting the key and twisting it. Opening the apartment door, his eyes widened at the sight of a large pile of clothes sitting in the living room.

Softly shutting the door behind him, clothes come flying out of your bedroom door and lands perfectly on the high chair near the high top counter.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled.

“Levi is that you?”

He tuts, more at himself for making himself known. So much for the plan of quietly hiding away in his room for the rest of the night. “Who else would it be, idiot?”

You rush out of your bedroom, surprisingly out of breath and in your bath robe. “Sorry– stupid question.”

Guilt immediately creeps in at his response and his tongue slips out another question instead.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know what to wear for tonight.” You huff, looking at the pile of clothes all astray. You ran a hand over your forehead with a stressed expression. “Help me!” you pout, picking up two items in each of your hands, one black and one white.

He takes in your helpless face and sighs.

How could he not say no to that?

—

“How about this one?”

You come out in a short white dress, your curves accentuated and breasts pushed up. It’s cute and simple, not overdoing it but it’s subtle enough to bring eyes to you. Your hands attempt to pull it down further over your thighs but your efforts are in vain.

He doesn’t like it. Not because of you. But because of the guy who’ll see you in it. He doesn’t want him getting pervy with you.

“No.” he deadpans.

You groan, your shoulders slumping. “Levi! This is the seventh one you’ve rejected.”

“It’s Febuary and it’s fucking freezing.” he says, which to an extent is a half truth of why you shouldn’t you going out in that tonight.

“Okay, fine you do have a point, but I wanna impress him.”

“You don’t need to go out of your comfort zone to impress him, just wear what makes you feel good and comfortable and if he doesn’t like it then…tough.”

You giggle at his words, a somewhat comfort to you.

You stroll back inside your room, trying another outfit. Levi sits on the arm of the couch, his knuckles resting on his lips, softly moving as if he’s in deep thought and it’s not until you come out of your room that you catch his attention.

And holy fuck do you have it.

It feels as if his breath gets knocked out of his lungs at the sight of you remerging out from your room. A dark, midnight blue dress hugs at your figure, a perfect tone with your skin. It’s still a little short for his liking but other than that he has no other complaints. How could he have any when you look so…perfect?

“I picked one with sleeves, so you don’t have to worry about me being cold.” You tease, stroking a hand over the soft fabric.

His gray eyes travel up your figure, and then down, and then up again.

“Well…?” you say, anxious for his response.

“It’s…nice.”

“Nice?” you deadpan, your expression falling flat. “Real creative.”

A small blush rises up his cheeks, his mind panicking on how to reassure you. “It’s perfect.”

Your cheeks heat up, “Really?”

He hums, a low tone, “Really. I like it.”

Relief fills your body, “Oh fucking finally!” You exclaim. “I thought I was going to have to go in a fucking bin bag at this point.”

He scoffs at your comment “You’d look the same nonetheless.”

You flip him your middle finger as you walk over to him. Sighing, you ask reluctantly, “Can you zip this up for me?” you turn revealing a half zipped up dress, the top of your back exposed.

He nods wordlessly, swallowing the thick knot stuck in his throat. His one hand keeps you steady and is placed on your hip and your whole body feels like melting at the contact. His hand brushes up the trail of your spine as he zips up your dress, goosebumps patterning up your arms.

You swallow nervously at the silence between the two of you and after a moment or two he clears his throat to break the uneasiness.

“What time will you be getting back?”

“Mhmmm…midnight.” you tease.

Behind you he squints his eyes at you, trying to figure out whether you’re teasing or not.

“I’m kidding!” you confess, surprised at his lack of response, “ Jeez, you need to loosen up a little.”

He rolls his eyes, “No later than ten.”

“Ten!? What if we stay for dessert?” you ponder.

“Get it to go.”

“Or what if there’s traffic?”

“I don’t care.”

“You’re impossible.” you laugh, and it’s like music to his ears which only momentarily soothes the discontent in his mind.

“Or how about I text you if I’m extremely late and if the circumstances are incredibly hard to get out of?”

He swallows thickly as he grumbles, his tone a little sour. “Fine.”

“Keep your location on.” he adds, a little too quickly.

You hum, knowing the precautions and you feel an ache in your heart from his concern. You may have only known him for three years and despite his aloof nature you’ve grown to learn that his concern truly does go a long way.

You turn to meet his eyes once his hand pulls away from your hip and there's a mysterious gaze in them as he studies you. They linger on your body as if he can’t pull his eyes away, like a moth drawn to a flame.

As if he senses the danger of drawing too close to you, his eyes pull away and suddenly the heat that crept up your skin, dies and turns cold. He rises from his position, making a motion to head to his room.

“Good luck.” he says, his expression flat as if he’s come to a realization of something. If you had time you’d press on it further, but as the clock edges nearer to seven the only thing that you can respond to him with is just a simple thanks.

“Thank you, Levi.”

“If anything happens – call me.”

You nod, a smile on your lips. “Will do, see you later.”

—

Approximately three hours have passed since you left for your date.

Levi’s currently on the sofa, drowsily watching a random film that he picked. He doesn’t even know what it was about, he has no idea and he’s not about to start paying attention to it now.

He’s too preoccupied in fighting back the urge to check your location at every single second that passes.

You’ll be fine. You’re safe.

That’s what he tries to tell himself anyways.

If you needed anything, his phone would be buzzing right now.

But he can’t help think but what if-

What if something bad happens and you can’t call him?

What if your phone died and you can’t call anyone at all?

What if this ‘Daniel’ guy does turn out to be a creep and tries anything weird?

“For fuck’s sake.” he groans to himself, turning over to a more comfortable position as if that could help with the looming pit of anxiety in his lower abdomen and his intrusive thoughts.

The urge to get up and grab his keys– to text you he’s on his way to pick you up because he can’t fucking stand this anymore– is unreal.

It’s so unreal that he actually does it, his hand is about to grab his coat when a twist of the lock through the front door stops all his movement.

You appear suddenly and the first noticeable thing he notices is the bunch of red roses that you hold in your hand. Other than that, you’re completely fine, and there’s a confused expression on your face at Levi’s position near the coat rack.

“Where are you going this late at night?” you question, shutting the door behind you.

“Uh–” fuck, he didn’t have an excuse. “I was just – going for a walk.” he stupidly mutters, the only excuse his brain can think of.

“This late at night?” you ask, raising a brow in suspicion.

“Yeah, yeah to clear my mind.”

“Oh.” your expression becomes deflated, “Want me to come with you?”

Fucking hell, why do you have to make this so hard for him to think?

His hand drops from his coat, “Actually– it’s fine. I’ll go tomorrow.”

“You sure?” a tone of concern in your voice as you stare at him.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, “Yeah, it’s fine.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Now he glances up.

Talk about what?

How he felt like tearing his own hair out at the thought of you with somebody else tonight and the possibility of something bad happening to you?

Or about how he was about to go and pick you up because he doesn’t trust strangers in this fucking messed up world?

Or about how it felt like he was being brutally stabbed in his lower gut when you told him you had a date and how he had to go and cancel his fucking reservation because he was too fucking late to take you?

Or about how recently he can’t get you out of his fucking mind and that you infiltrate it so much so that you’re the last thing he thinks about when he goes to sleep and the first when he wakes up?

Or about how he’s such a fucking coward that he can’t even tell you how much you mean to him and how over the past three years you’ve somehow sneaked through the cracks of his heart and made it your fucking home?

“No, it’s nothing.” he deadpans.

“Are you sure?” you deliberately ask again, emphasizing your concern once more.

Anymore of that and he’ll feel like he’ll collapse on the spot.

“I’m good.” he says, attempting to exhibit it in a tone that is completely convincing to you.

“Are you gonna tell me about your date or what? You’re early.” he changes the subject and doesn’t miss how your face lights up at the mention of it. Looks like it went well.

Unfortunately for him.

Placing the roses down, you take off your coat, revealing the outfit you wore for tonight and again without fail, oxygen gets knocked out of his lungs.

He listens as you babble on about your date and suddenly his heart stops at the mention of how you turned up without a reservation.

“Can you believe how lucky we were that someone had canceled their reservation at the time we got there?” you stated. Levi raised a brow in faux surprise.

“What a coincidence.”

“We should go sometime” you suggest, and you’re both now sitting on the couch, your legs curled up with Levi sitting beside you. The movie he was half-watching now paused in a freeze frame on the screen.

“Maybe…” he says, “Don’t think I’m a fan of Italian.”

You let out a dramatic gasp at his confession, “Oh, I am so taking you, the risotto’s too fucking good not to try. We would’ve stayed for the desserts but Daniel got pulled out on a call about a cat that was hit by a car, poor thing…– Did I tell you he was a vet?”

“Yeah, about four times.” he reveals in a dry tone.

“Oh, sorry.” you reply, sheepishly fiddling with your fingers.

“Don’t be. You look like you had a good time.”

You smile, “I did.” looking over at the roses on the counter a reminder bursts into your head. “I should probably put those in a vase.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Levi murmurs.

“Really?”

He nods in confirmation.

“Oh okay then, good night Levi.”

“Night.” He doesn't miss how you linger at your door before disappearing into your bedroom, you look as if you were about to say something, but decided otherwise.

Once he hears the soft clear of your door, relief evaporates from his shoulders. A hand rubs over his forehead, working out the tension, the start of a headache soon coming.

Great.

He lifts himself off the sofa, moving over to the counter. After grabbing a tall and clear vase, he pours in water and the packet of powder for the roses.

He removes the wrapping of the bouquet and just as he’s about to place them in the vase his thumb brushes over the stem and a thorn pricks his skin, only slightly but enough to pierce through.

“Shit-” he curses, pulling his hand away.

A deep, dark red shade spreads across his thumb and his brows knit in frustration at the blood that drips on the clear white marble counter.

Placing his thumb in his mouth to stop the bleeding, he grabs a cloth to wipe away any splatter of blood.

He frowns down at the cut, it’s small but it still stings nonetheless and he makes a mental note to disinfect it just as a precaution.

It’ll heal and disappear just like all cuts do.

And with time, he’ll soon forget it ever happened.

[kelin-is-writing]

slowly creeps around corner

i come with more angst >:)

so we've already established what it would be like if dabi is scared of touching you for various reasons but what if you are scared of touching him?

ofc you don't think the scars are gross or anything - you would never - but you can tell that he's in pain. he tries to hide it as much as possible but you notice anyway.

the way he wears loose-fitting clothes to prevent them from rubbing against the burnt skin and how he sometimes flinches when he accidentally touches smt on a bad day

so you avoid touching him bc you're scared it'll hurt him and dabi completely misinterprets your actions and assumes you think he's disgusting

when he finally confronts you about it (he's lowkey trying to break up with you to spare himself the pain of getting dumped by you) our poor baby might actually cry when you finally tell him why you do it :')

that's it. sry my asks are so sad lately lol 🧍

- 🥛

damn milk... you were seriously coming through with these angst asks like— why would you want to hurt me like this is truly beyond me...

like... you had noticed that recently, because the amount of times he had overexerted himself, by using his quirk, and that has made you worry to the point you sometimes couldn’t sleep well at night, thinking about how much in pain he might be.

so one day when you came across him, you right away walked up to the raven haired boy ready to hug him but remembering how only yesterday you overheard him hiss in pain as he changed into clean clothes, you stopped on your tracks right away and dabi would be so taken aback at seeing that you were about to put your hand on his neck but stopped midway with your hand stretched out, eyes full of panic fixed on him and an awkward smile petrified on your face before backing away with a little “hey...”, he starts to get super paranoid, thinking you’re disgusted at the idea of touching his scarred skin; his heart sunk at the thought of such a scenario, but nevertheless he acted like he hasn’t noticed your hesitation and instead of giving you the usual hug when you come to him, he just gave you a knowing bittersweet smile before brushing past you, leaving you behind, confused by such an action.

since you’ve noticed how that whole week he’s been in huge pain because of his scars seen the increasing amount of missions there has been recently and also the weather being a bitch, definitely taking a tool on him, you kept your distances for his sake but still staying near him.

that wasn’t enough for dabi though, because he didn’t only need you close to him... he needed to feel you close to him and right now to the arsonist you felt more far than you’ve ever been, even more than before you two started dating; your absence made him feel miserable, weak and lost, but he also understood (well... not really...) why you wouldn’t want to touch him. his rough greasy scars must’ve felt gross to touch and look at after all, so he couldn’t really blame you for not wanting to even brush against it, but it still hurt so fucking much because it was you and only in that moment dabi has realized how much important you were to him to the point he couldn’t breath when you weren’t by his side and that was dangerous, he wasn’t supposed to depend on someone so much and you deserved someone better in his opinion.

someone who would help you provide the bare minimum to survive, who wouldn’t put you in danger only because the two of you were together, who you wouldn’t be disgusted to touch, who could make you actually happy. and that someone, unfortunately, wasn’t him, because he’s a villain who has committed mass murder and is wanted across all of japan.

your life with him would be miserable, that’s why he ultimately decided to let you go, for both of your sakes.

so one day after he came back from another mission, and you went to welcome him, dabi waited for the others to be far from the hearing range before asking if he could talk to you about something important. feeling suddenly anxious, seen his face and tone, you muttered a small “sure...” following him into his room where he made you sit on his bed while the villain stood with his back resting against the door, hands in the pockets of his jeans and head hung low to hide the pained expression he had on “i’ve been thinking about this for a while now... i was a little hesitant at the beginning because you’re so damn important to me, but this is going to be for the best...”, were you tripping or was this speech leading to a... break-up?!

when you realized it, you jumped on your feets right away glaring at dabi upset and already on the verge of tears “no.”, he stopped talking looking your way like a lost puppy, sad eyes glancing into yours “don’t do this dabi.”, that was the first time you called his name so harshly and it made him widen his eyes for a brief second before he averted them, pointing the downwards, not able to hold eye contact with you any longer than he already did “why are we even having this talk in first place? i don’t understand...”, you questioned clenching tightly your fists resting long your sides, view becoming blurry as tears were starting to come up, you were so confused, disoriented and scared it was making you feel dizzy “you don’t understand? when you’ve been the one putting distances between us, out of no-fucking-where?”, dabi vented out never looking at you in the eyes, afraid he might waver the moment he locked gaze with you, you were the only one to ever make him hesitate and that was scaring the shit out of him.

you looked at him blinking furiously, confused as seconds went by, trying to understand what he was on about. when ever did you put distances between you and him? you weren’t understanding a thing about what he was saying “wait a moment, when did i ever put distances between us?”, you questioned resting an hand at the side of your head and lifting one up in front of you, to signal the boy to stop talking for a second because your brain just blew up from all that situation, before looking at dabi quizzically. he curled his lips turning away from you, bitter expression on his pretty face as he spoke “there’s no need for you to act clueless, i know you’re disgusted by my scars...”, the boy spat coldly, jaw clenching as soon as he finished what he had to say; damn... saying it out loud hurts even more than just thinking about it.

you were flabbergasted, to say the least, at hearing what he was saying “say what now?! i’m not disgusted by your scars though?!”, he let out a sarcastic snort before glaring you from the edge of his eye “don’t fucking lie to my face y/n.”, dabi growled between gritted teethes, making you whince surprised by the way he spoke to you, clicking his tongue as his eyes looked away from you, already feeling bad and guilty for talking that way to you; he just hates liars with burning passion though and maybe this was for the better, he could use it to push you away from him so you could let go of each others more easily.

pressing your lips together in frustration, you stomp heavily towards him and cup his face to force dabi to turn your way, eyes looking firmly into his cerulean ones “i’m telling you the fucking truth dabi.”, he’s taken aback by the confidence in your voice and the intensity of your gaze “i love you and your scars, so i better not hear you say such nonsense anymore.”, and as per usual, it took dabi only a few words from you to easily make his convictions waver.

the raven haired villain pressed his trembling lips together swallowing thickly, then his hands rested over yours, an anguish feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked at you with sad eyes “then why have you stopped touching me?”, the weakness and desperation with which dabi asked that question was so new to you, it made your heart sunk more though the way he had seemed so hopeless until now, like he was waiting for you to leave him and never look back “i miss you so fucking much princess...”, he whined with deep hoarse voice closing his fingers around your hand while leaning into your touch and turning his face to press his lips against your palm, kissing it with so much longing and yearning that all together with his words made you short-circuit as your heart skipped a beat before jumping up to your throat.

completely weakened by dabi’s current state you went for it and surrounded his bust with your free hand hugging your man tightly, surprising him “i miss you too pretty boy...”, at those words his heart fluttered even though he felt anything but pretty, still... when you called him that dabi couldn’t help get swayed, his free arm going to surround your waist and hug you even closer, if it was possible “i didn’t touch you because i was afraid of hurting you... you seemed so much in pain these days, i didn’t want to add to it...”, you confessed in a small voice, feeling tears prickling at your eyes as you buried your face against the crook of his neck, feeling right away reassured and happy to finally be back where you belonged, his lips parting from your palm and going to rest on your cheekbone “there’s no need for you to be afraid of hurting me, your touch and presence is everything i need to feel better...”, before kissing it lovingly as his hand went to rest on the crook of your neck, thumb brushing against your cheek tenderly “you just have to stay by my side.”, and his lips slid down to yours pressing against them longer than usual before he angled his head to interlock them with one another, tongue licking slightly your bottom lip sneaking inside your mouth to deepen the kiss.

dabi has been away from you a little too much, it was seriously crazy how much he had missed to feel you this close to him and as of now he can’t believe he had actually pondered about letting you go, when he needs you much more than he has ever thought he would have.

when you two parted your lips curled up in an happy smile, hands cupping his cheeks as you set your loving gaze into his completely lovestruck one “don’t worry, there’s no way i’m leaving you.”, and that’s everything dabi needs to hear before he goes to kiss you once again, mover fervently this time.

and you can bet that’s going to be a veeeery long night for you lovebirds 😚

[honeybee2807]

Forgotten Memories: The Hidden Oracle

Chapters 5 and 6

Note: This was meant to be one chapter but while writing, I got interrupted so I posted it in ao3 midway. So take it like one chapter.

Camp Half-Blood was enormous. Lester's eyes went wide when they landed on a big and majestic place which Percy called the big house. He was fascinated and slightly overwhelmed when he noticed a few kids taking care of a strawberry field!(Why would Camp Half Blood have a strawberry field?!) He whizzed around excitedly when he saw the arts and crafts center. His jaw dropped when he saw the dining pavilion which had a huge crack at the floor.

"This is big enough for skeletons to enter through," Lester had exclaimed.

Percy nervously laughed, "About that..."

As he stared at Percy incredulously, Lester decided to not pursue further into the conversation lest he got a headache bigger than the crack.

Despite the ginormous camp, there only seemed to be very few campers("It's winter. Many of the campers left for school," Percy had explained when he had asked about it.)

As they headed for the cabins(There were twenty of them!), Lester felt awe as the cabins appeared more enormous and imposing. The biggest was made of white marble and had pillars which surrounded a bronze door with lightning bolts streaked out. Lester shuddered, remembering his embarrassing panic attack he had earlier.

"The Zeus Cabin," Percy announced as he waved his arms uselessly in what was supposed to be a grand gesture.

"He's the thunder guy, isn't he?" Lester quietly asked. A deafening boom made Lester cringe. "That answers it"

Afterwards, Percy showed the rest of the cabins.

("This is my dad's cabin! God of the seas and the earth shaker" Percy exclaimed when they reached a very blue cabin. "The best cabin of them all.")

("This is the Hermes cabin. God of traveller's and thieves and a whole lot of other stuff. Including cattle. He takes all the unclaimed campers so you'll be here for a while until you get claimed.")

("This is Mr. D's cabin. He's the camp director and the god of wine. He's been sent here as a punishment.")

Then they reached a beautiful and gold cabin.

"This seems nice," Lester murmured as he unconsciously stepped closer. The only decor seemed to be breathtakingly pretty flowers. Lester had the urge to pluck some of them but it probably was illegal to do so.

"This one is Apollo's cabin," Percy said as he curiously stared at Lester. "God of poetry, music, medicine, archery and gods know what else"

Lester went quiet for a while after that.

Later, Percy decided that it was a good idea to abandon him("Gotta go home! I need my cookies!") in the middle of the tour so Lester decided to explore the rest of the camp by himself.

Walking up to what he assumed to be some sort of amphitheater, Lester went though the entrance to find various instruments of different sizes and shapes lying about and a cacophony of noises. A few campers were seated in the room enthusiastically attempting to play what seemed to be the minor scale and miserably failing. A girl seemed to be choking the clarinet which produced sounds similar to a dying person. The way a boy was gripping the guitar, he must've wanted to break something. The only camper who had perfected the music was a dark skinned boy who was practicing on his violin flawlessly. A man with goat legs(a satyr Lester recalled from what Percy had explaned), stood up quickly to invite Lester in.

Suddenly a loud snap could be heard. The boy with the guitar(who Lester later learned was Damian) had broken the D string and one of the girls looked furious. 

“You killed it!” the girl scowled. “I needed to use that guitar!”

“Shut up, Lucky,” Damien muttered. “In the real world, accidents happen. Strings snap sometimes.”

Lucky(Was that her actual name?) started cursing in Italian. 

Lester suddenly felt a surge of impulse as he whipped his hand out and asked, "May I?" 

Damian hesitated before slowing handing the guitar to him. 

'What was I thinking? How would I know how to restring this? I don't even know where extra strings are' Lester internally panicked. 

Looking around, Lester spotted a guitar case. I wonder... Sure enough, there were extra strings inside.

Lester felt a sense of deja vu when replacing the string. He felt like he had done the same thing hundreds of times with how familiar and oddly comforting the action was. He adjusted the pitch, but stopped when he realized that the girl who played the clarinet was sobbing. 

“That was so beautiful!” She wiped a tear from her cheek. “What was that song?”

Lester blinked. “Erm.. It's tuning.”

“Yeah, Valentina, control yourself,” Damien chided, though his eyes were red. “It wasn’t that beautiful.”

“No.” Lucky sniffled. “It wasn’t.”

Only the violin boy seemed unaffected. He grinned widely though Lester couldn't figure out why. As he started to strum the scale, Lester started to feel a sense of power and energy. It seemed as if he had practised the guitar for four thousand years. Lester was invincible, he was at his turf and no one could defeat him. 

He looked up to find Lucky and Damian sobbing into each other's shoulders. Valentina was shaking and even the violin boy went teary eyed. 

Lester felt awkward. "Erm.." Suddenly his hand seized up and the guitar fell to the floor with a clang. All the power Lester felt disappeared, leaving him vulnerable. His fingers, which were now marred in red lines, were throbbing and he felt a bit lightheaded. 

Flushing in embarrassment as others looked at him in alarm and concern, he mumbled, "I just got tired." 

“Well, yeah.” Valentina nodded. “The way you were playing was unreal!”

Lester started to blush. "It's just some scales! You got emotional over scales!"

"But those are some good scales," the violin boy said as he held out his hand. "My name's Austin Lake. My dad's Apollo." 

Lester shook the hand. "My name's Lester. I don't know who my godly parent is."

Austin grinned. "Well, I have some suspicions on who your parent is."

He clapped Lester on his back. "Mind coming over to Apollo cabin so we record YouTube videos"

Lester felt a smile blooming on his face when he realized he made a friend. "It's a deal!"

Lester was in the middle of exploring the rest of the camp(Seriously why were there lava walls?) when he was stopped by the centaur, who stated that he needed to go to archery lessons. Archery seemed cool.

It wasn't as successful as the music lesson. But as a first timer, he seemed to do alright. He even scored a bullseye! After a few embarassing misses which he will not mention at all.

As he practised more and more, he was more and more successful at not missing the target board and actualling hitting the blue ring. Until his hand decided to cramp up again.

"Ow!" Lester whined as he cradled his hands. Damn, where was the weird golden healing flash when he needed it?

"Hey" The archery instructor, Kayla Knowles, came over to him. "Your shots are very good for a person who shoots first time. You just need to improve your form. Here's how it..." Kayla looks over Lester's shoulder. "Wait what is he doing?"

Lester followed her gaze.

A boy was walking slowly, trancelike, into the woods.

"Huh?" Lester asked. 

"Sherman Yang. Why is he going to the woods? It's dangerous there," Kayla gasped. 

They both decided to follow him. As soon as they reached the tree line, the forest darkened. The temperature dropped. A woman whispered in Lester's ear. It was a hauntingly familiar voice that he couldn't pinpoint. You did this to me. Come. Chase me again.

Lester felt disorienting confusion and another massive wave of deja vu. 

Both started running towards Sherman. Lester's lungs were about to collapse and his legs would burn if he ran any further. Luckily they were close enough to grab his arm. 

“Sherman.” Kayla tugged at him. Sherman attempted to shake her which failed since he seemed sluggish and dazed. He eyes started fluttering. 

“No. Ellis. Got to find him. Miranda. My girl.” Sherman moaned. 

Lester glanced at Kayla for explanation.

“Ellis is from the Ares cabin,” she said. “A few campers started going missing in the woods. Ellis is one of them”

Lester felt a chill run through him. "And... What about Miranda?" 

“Sherman and she started dating about a week ago.”

Sherman struggled to free himself. “Find her.”

“Miranda is right over here,” Lester improvised. “We’ll take you there.”

Sherman stopped fighting. His eyes rolled until only the whites were visible.

“Over…here?”

“Yes.”

“Ellis?”

“Yes, it’s me,” Lester lied, looking uncomfortably at Kayla. “I’m... I'm Ellis.”

“I love you, man,” Sherman sobbed.

Still, it took all their strength to take him from the woods and lead him to the archery range. 

At some point, Sherman snapped out of his daze and shook them off. 

“What is this?” he demanded.

“You were walking into the woods,” Lester said.

He gave a glare that would incinerate Lester if looks killed. “No, I wasn't, newbie.”

Kayla reached for him,“Sherman, you were in some kind of trance. You were muttering about Ellis and Miranda.”

Sherman went red “I don't remember that. Why should I believe you?”

“You were hypnotized. It was scary! " Lester pleaded. "Something or someone must've  controlled you!" 

“Enough!” Sherman snapped. “If either of you mention this, I’ll make you eat your quivers. I don’t need people questioning my self-control."

Then Sherman stomped away. Lester stared at the ground before looking at Kayla. "You mentioned missing campers earlier. Do you think... Do you think these two are related?"

"I don't know," Kayla mumbled.

"Something spoke to me. You know? Back in the woods. It felt like the woods were talking to me," Lester confessed. "I think... something is off with the woods" 

Entire work:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48825898?view_full_work=true

[saint-felicias-writing-corner]

I'm still working on getting my new dedicated writing space up on Tumblr, and in honor of finishing You're the Two, my longest story to date, I wanted to share a snippet of some content that DIDN'T make it into the story. Maybe I'll find somewhere to repurpose it, maybe I won't, I don't know yet.

For those that read the story, this would have taken place about midway. I don't remember why I ultimately decided against using it.

== Cut content from You're the Two ==

The throb of the bassline pounded through the packed club’s floor, stomped and reverberated by the throng of sweat glistened bodies writhing together on the dancefloor, limbs and torsos bare and wet, sliding together like sex on display. 

Eddie fidgeted in his seat. “I’m not sure about this, Buck.” The man looked terrified as he watched the dance floor.

Buck laughed. “We’re not dancing, Eddie. We’re just… watching. You’re really telling me this is your first time in a gay bar?” Buck scanned the counter across the way looking for Tommy, who was currently fetching their first round of drinks. 

“It’s not just dancing, Buck! It’s all of it. This isn’t who I am.” Eddie picked at his shirt, a sheer black thing with golden filigree. 

Buck smiled and watched the hints of tanned skin peek out from behind the lace and thread, like swirls of creamer sliding through black coffee. The moment he saw the shirt, he knew he had to see Eddie in it. And the man didn’t disappoint. He rested his hand reassuringly on Eddie’s arm. He could feel the small tremble in the other man ease at their connection. “That’s why we’re here, remember? We gotta figure out *who* you are now!”

“I’m not this though,” Eddie lamented, brown eyes wide and reflecting the rainbow hues of the dancefloor. 

“Then we’ll have a drink, a laugh, and a story to tell afterwards.” Buck pulled Eddie’s distant gaze to him. He swallowed hard, throat suddenly parched as those chocolate brown eyes focused entirely on him. Where were those drinks? “Try? For Tommy? For me?” Buck’s pleading voice was drowned by the loud electronic remix, his words safely tucked into Eddie’s ear alone. 

Eddie smiled his small, uncomfortable, out of place smile. The one that Buck realized was one of his favorites not more than a week ago. “One drink…”

That was okay. Buck had enough smile for the both of them. “I’ll take what I can get.”

Was that a blush? Buck couldn’t tell with the lightshow, but he swore that the apples of Eddie’s cheeks had reddened a bit. The gaze pinning him released its hold, scanning around the club with the same relentless drive. Buck watched Eddie explore, searching his face for any signs of enjoyment. 

Instead, he saw recognition flash through brown eyes, then seething rage.

“What’s wrong?” Buck followed the sightline of Eddie’s hawklike glare to the area near the exit. 

“That’s him.” The warmth in Eddie’s voice had evaporated. 

Buck tried to locate ‘him’ in the group of people moving through their vision, but nothing sparked recognition. He reached for Eddie’s arm, but the other man was already pushing himself to his feet and stalking toward the exit. So he called for him instead, but his voice was quickly swallowed by the music around them. *Him*. He searched for Tommy while trying to keep Eddie’s position in the crowd. Buck watched as Eddie muscled his way through a trio of talking patrons. The rainbow lights reflected briefly in the slosh of their disturbed drinks. He didn’t even offer an apology. *Him.* Who was Eddie talking about?

He didn’t register Eddie’s name leaving his lips. Buck watched, mixed shock and horror, as Eddie approached a couple near the exit. They had appeared to close before Eddie had interrupted. Buck watched as the darker skin man gestured angrily, pushing at Eddie’s chest. The moment of separation was all his companion needed. He pushed past the two of them and scrambled for the door, knocking over a drag queen in his hustle. Eddie tore after him, beelining toward the exit. 

Tommy set their drinks down on the table. “Where’s Eddie?”

Buck stood up, hand bracing against Tommy’s arm. “Call Athena… I think Eddie’s running down the guy that jumped him.”

“What? Evan, wait!”

Tommy’s voice suffered the same effect as Buck’s. The barest hints of the words listed against his ears as he danced through the crowded club, trying desperately to fold his six foot two inch frame into enough contortions to avoid interrupting conversations. A litany of ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’ peppered his brief interactions as he squeezed past, more successful in some cases than others. 

The hot California air clawed at him the moment he passed the entrance, stopping just long enough for the bouncer to wrap a paper strip along his wrist for re-entry. The air stank of smoke, the outdoor smoking patio already filled with socializing clubbers. Buck scanned for Eddie, blatantly ignoring the way he was being sized up by those already present. 

“Eddie!” The name tore from his lips, ragged and concerned. Those that weren’t interested in his body were suddenly interested in the possible tea. Lover’s quarrel? Bad breakup? They speculated amongst themselves ask Buck called again. 

A loud thundercrack ripped through the air, silencing conversations in its wake. Buck’s fearful gaze flew skyward, but the emptiness of the night sky, devoid of stars, greeted him. Two more thundercracks soundend in quick succession. Panic set in, the outdoor crowd tossing their cigarettes in ashtrays and frantically worming their way back into the club. Buck hopped the small divider between patio and sidewalk.

“Eddie!” His voice carried more purchase. 

Street lights twinkled off golden filigree in the distance. Buck rushed to his friend, his long legs carrying him quickly. Eddie looked tired in the streetlights, hollowed out. 

“I had him, Buck.” Eddie’s voice was a whisper.

Buck pulled him into a hug, one hand along Eddie’s shoulders, the other curling through his hair. “It’s okay. We’ll get him.” Eddie’s trembling arms wrapped around Buck’s waist and he drooped his head on Buck’s shoulder. Buck soothed again, stroking along the back of Eddie’s neck. A question gnawed at him. 

“Eddie? Why are you wet?”

“I had him…” Eddie repeated, tone muted and slurred. He sagged against Buck. 

Buck lowered his hand from shoulder to waist. The warmth of Eddie’s blood, dark crimson in the streetlights, coated him. 

“No.” Buck shook his head, his tone firm. He muscled Eddie against him until he could walk him to the wall of the club. He’s back in the middle of a street, watching his best friend collapse under a sniper’s shot. Buck gently poured him against the brick. Eddie’s heart was slow and sluggish against his body. His own heartbeat was enough for the both of them. If only that was how it worked. He pulled at the snaps to Eddie’s shirt, stripping away the fabric to see the damage. 

“I… knew you always wanted me,” Eddie rasped, a pained smile on his lips. His eyes danced over Buck, tracing him. 

Buck pawed at his tears, replacing them with smears of Eddie’s blood. He needed to tell him to save his strength, but the words couldn’t come. They locked themselves tight within his throat. But his hands moved, rending bits of his own shirt to press against the wounds.

Eddie pressed his hands over Buck’s. He groaned as he clamped Buck’s hand down against the wound, pushing the fabric of the thin shirt against it. 

Buck swallowed. He forced training to overtake panic. It was Eddie. He had to be flawless. He barely registered Tommy’s small ‘oh, god’. Part of him, the trained part, notes that Tommy followed up that brief moment of panic by dialing 911. 

“Give me your shirt!”

Tommy dropped to his knees beside Buck, already tearing his shirt over his head. He rattled off their address to the dispatcher as he tore the shirt in half. He joined Buck in applying pressure.

Eddie’s eyes didn’t close this time. Buck waited for them to close. He waited for him to slip away again. But he didn’t. His eyes stayed trained on Buck and Tommy. Even after the 133 showed up and pulled them away from him, those brown eyes stayed open and focused.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Trapped (Part 2)

More torment for Silver (my oc). Turns out I'm not done. Mention of @idiotwithanipad 's oc Amy.

Robin is midway through laughing his arse off at the stand-up when his ears pick up at the sound. Guy on stage hadn't said anything funny, but how he was making an idiot of himself trying to make old-fashioned jokes that even a caveman like himself knew were past their prime, was rather hilarious. The others had grown tired of him or could no longer bear to cringe and watch him fail, and had departed up to whatever free rooms they would be sleeping in tonight.

By the time the clock strikes at eleven, it's only himself and a living woman who remains in the audience. And she's asleep, possibly soon to be dead too. Part of the reason he was hanging around was to see if she did go, and find out if they would have another ghost to join them or he'd get to see her move on.

That curiosity is superceded by the vibrations of the scream that tremble against his earlobe.

His nostrils flare. There's a strong scent of a particular salt on the wind. Human sweat.

Fear.

It's carried along with the scream.

Moonah Girl?

Robin flees from the ballroom and passes through the wall, taking the easy way down as opposed to the stairs. He hadn't quite mastered landing with the 'superhero pose' as his little friend had, one knee down, hand on the floor. Had he known there was such a cool way to land from such a height, he'd have been practising for the past six hundred years since the house was built. Instead he lands as he usually does, in an embarrassing collapse of fur and skin, colliding face first into the ground.

At least no one saw that, except for Moonah.

Wait....

Pushing himself up, Robin turned his gaze towards the sky. The rain was easing off but the clouds remained, blanketing the stars. But no Moonah. Shit.

How could he have forgotten?! He never forgot. He had one fucking job this night, every month, for nearly thirty years now. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Silver screams again. Louder now.

"Oh no, no..." If Mary were here, she'd kill him.

Never mind if he was already dead, she'd find a way to resurrect him, just to ensure he woke up on fire.

He jogs as quick as he can towards the woods. He's only a couple of hours late, it's not usually until midnight when the nightmares hit their peak. Must have began early. Maybe there was a greater disharmony between the earth and Moonah. Human science and understanding of time couldn't always be accurate.

Never before have her screams sounded this harrowing. More so than the night she died, when the growing seizures had silenced her as the pain intensified. It was as if there was something truly attacking her. Torturing her.

Not possible, he reminded himself with each pump of his foot as he picked up speed. He knew of no other ghost or entity in this land that could hurt her. He'd know, surely. That was his role, to protect and guard the tribe, forever. He'd know.

Just like he'd always remember to be with her on the night when Moonah was darkest?

"Me coming. Me coming." He promises with each breath. He'll wrap her up in his arms, he'll hold her, he'll sing the same lullaby as he had to his children when the demons came for them in their sleepy times.

As soon as he sets one fluffy boot in the woods, the screaming stops.

Robin holds his breath.

"Silver?" He calls, softly, ignoring that she shouldn't be able to answer.

Was she okay now? Had the terrors past?

He cautiously walks, briskly, through the dark woods, hearing nothing but the running of the shallow stream and the rustle of the leaves from the wind.

Then his eyes fall upon her bed.

Her empty bed.

Oh...

Gravity won the short battle, Robin collapsing forward onto his knees. He was too late. He'd been distracted by stupid unfunny man.

He'd missed the chance to say goodbye.

Just like with Mary. And Annie.

To be taken up on this night of all nights though...? People usually left at a moment of pure joy or peace or contementment, at least every time he'd been around to witness it. Silver had sounded as if a thousand wolves were tearing her limb from limb. Having heard one of his cousins die a similar fate, he could confirm that to be accurate.

Had the relief that had come once the terror had passed felt so euphoric that it allowed her to move on?

Sadness, regret, envy and happiness all swirled within him in an uneasy concoction. He should be glad for his Moonah girl. She was free now. Wherever she'd gone, hopefully she would no longer be bound by this sleeping curse. Moonah will it, she is now free to move and dance and speak without limitation, without the need to sleep unless desired.

He prays that she has found Mary, that the two are embracing among the stars. Hopefully she gets to meet some of the other awesome people he's known throughout the centuries. Maybe even his kids, she can tell them how dear old dad is getting on, how much he misses them.

She would do that, he believes. She was good and kind and brave and a little crazy but in the best way.

Robin sniffs, wiping the tears from his eyes as he looks over her bed again. Where once there had been only the blue of the cornflowers, they now mixed with violets and roses and lilies, all arranged by Alison, along with the mini statues of her Hellenic gods and (electric) black candles. And the plaque in the old oak tree at the head which read her name.

Louise Smith. 1985 - 2004

Known to her friends, who love her beyond life itself, as Silver Robyn Ravenstar.

May She party forever with the Goddesses and Gods. So mote it be.

Robin staggered to his feet. And bowed.

"Me will miss you. Sweet Moonah girl."

He'll have to tell the others.

Fuck. Kitty and Amy will be fast asleep. Should he wait until morning? Perhaps he'll tell everyone else, including Humphrey and Pat, and they can help break the news to the young women about their friend. He ignores the rapidly festering pain in his chest as he focuses on how this will devestate them, and the best things he can say or do to lessen that pain.

They can help him pick out her star. They can plan a memorial with Alison after she's told as well.

Move on. Carry on. Can't do this every time.

Shut out the pain, close the heart, onwards. Ever onwards, Rohr.

He should probably do a sweep of the grounds to make sure she's truly gone. Check every last nook and cranny. But he's sure that he would be able to smell her. That scent of sage and fungus that followed her every step. A lingering presence of it remained over her bed, but that was to be expected, given how often she laid there. Perhaps it would always smell of her. He hoped it would.

Straightening up, he took a deep breath, then turned his back to leave the wood.

From inside the tree, donned with the plaque which carried both her names, Silver watched her savior walk away.

Come back. Robin, please come back.

Can't call out. Can't cry. Can't move.

The creature's arms tighten around her, pungent drool falling from its fangs as its mouth lingers next to her ear. The saliva burns like acid as it hits her shoulder.

"Mine." It continues to taunt. Forever more, "Mine."

[busterheadspace]

Let's see some Ron and some good ol' self-harm

Catholic guilt dun fucked him up, man

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A man stepped out of the bus and began walking through the streets toward his home. He looked around as people in the Washington DC to go about their evening happily. To many people, the late evening was a great time. It meant free time, getting off work or school, going on dates, enjoying time with family. To a man who was wearing a blazer and a purple tie with a golden eye on it, it was just a time period of bad memories replaying in his head.

Ron watched a group of teens skate. His eyes follow as the group laugh and enjoy the presences of each other. Part of him desired people like that. People who want to work for him. People who want to stay with him. Someone who doesn't think he’s an asshole on his first impression. 

A happy family walked by him. A bit of sadness creeped in his heart. When was the last time he heard from his parents? Years ago after he went home for college break. He got wrapped up in the whole conspiracy theory thing. His parents didn’t like it at all. He had stopped attending church and they thought he was wasting his time on things that weren’t with the lord. They had a big fight during that break and Ron went back to his dorm. He tried calling them to apologize the next day but his number was blocked. Despite how bad the relationship had gotten, he cared about them. He remembered not sleeping and bring wracked with guilt as he cried in bed 

He made it onto his street and to his home. He opened the door and sighed. Kicking his shoes, Ron sat on the couch and opened his phone. For some reason, he went to take photos to find a certain image. A picture of young him standing next to Jesus on a cross. 

Church was something Ron didn’t like thinking about. As a kid, he was confused and nervous about what they taught him. 

“God is always watching everything you do. He would decide whether you were going to Hell.” It made young him think about everything he did would send him to hell. Stepping on a ladybug at six, stealing gum from a store, not rewinding his favorite movie on the VHS TAPE. He couldn’t sleep at night thinking he would do something wrong and he would be sent to the deepest burning parts of hell.

His eyes moved to Jesus. He died for all their sins and look at what Ron was doing. He was scrambling with people's minds, being a cold stone asshole, and doing careless amounts of sins that would send him to hell. The last part, he didn’t even get why he was so upset about. He was an ex catholic now, why should he care.

A hand goes into the inner pocket of his blazer, pulling out a pocket knife. He carried it around in case someone attacked him. He rolled his sleeve up, the knife just above his skin. Something in him yelled at him to cut it. That it would get rid of the sins and guilt he had.

His hand shook as he pressed the sharp edge to his skin. Blood came out of the small cut. It felt.. better. All the emotions and guilt came out as he did another cut. And another. And another. Until he felt it drip on his pants. 

Ron looked at fresh cuts on his arms. He let out a few pathetic laughs, shaking his head. A few tears rolled down his cheeks as he sighed. He leaves the knife on the table before heading to the bathroom to finally shower. 

He got into the shower after stripping off. The wounds stung and the water turned red. That felt like nothing compared to what he did to all those poor people but at least he got a taste of his own medicine. 

Maybe Ron should use the knife more..

[fastlanehqs]

WELCOME TO MIDWAY, DUDE. Take a look our checklist for a few little deets before we get started.

OOC INFO

alias: ade

age: 27

pronouns: he/him

timezone: gmt+2

triggers: [REDACTED]

what made you want to join fastlanehq? i absolutely love love love groups set in the past!!! 

if you aren’t chosen for your first skeleton choice, what are your second and third choices? [REDACTED]

are you applying for a wanted connection? if so, which one? —

anything else? fountain of sorrow - joan baez

IC BLURB

[DANIEL EZRA, CIS MAN, HE&HIM] Well, well, well, [FRANKIE TERRELL], after that stunt you and your friends pulled, half of town didn’t think you’d make it to graduation! Let alone turning [18]. You’re getting a reputation as [THE TERRY BRADSHAW] you know, it’s all the talk around [MIDWAY HIGH SCHOOL]! Nevertheless, Principal Grauss announced your postgrad plans to [PLAY FOOTBALL FOR GEORGIA STATE UNIVERSITY] when you walked across that stage and got that diploma. Folks around Midway will always remember you as [HARD-WORKING & SOCIABLE] and [SECRETIVE & SELF-DEPRECATING].

WRITING SAMPLE

Nostalgia’s a drug, and sometimes your character catches themselves thinking about the good old days. Describe the last school dance they attended– the good, the bad, and the poofy.

senior prom night goes pretty much exactly how frankie imagined it would. he picks [MISS AMERICA] up with his truck, all scrubbed clean and smelling fresher than it’s ever been. they take photos, five different poses, bright and wide smiles in each, the color of his tie matched perfectly with her dress. they pick their friends up on the way over, much to [MISS AMERICA]’s dismay who clearly wanted the night to be just about them but frankie, well—he promised and he’s not the type to go back on his word. 

it follows a script until it doesn’t. he dances with her, makes sure to stick close when she needs him to; smiles and politely jokes when their history teacher asks about their future, even though the entire conversation makes him feel like his skin is about to scorch itself off his body. then [THE BURN OUT] catches his eye—they know, they get it. so frankie excuses himself, says something about the bathroom but instead, he follows [THE BURN OUT] out of the auditorium.

they’re quiet, the two of them, as they walk down the empty school halls. they roam around trying to find an empty classroom with the doors left open and finally, they do. they have homeroom here, frankie notices. miss collins always complains whenever he and [THE BURN OUT] try to talk to each other so they have to resort to passing notes. frankie has a box full of them at home. he doesn’t have the heart to trash them for some reason.

they close the door, put a chair against the doorknob because they don’t feel like being found. they settle on the floor all the way in the back of the room so even if someone were to peek through the glass in the door, they probably wouldn’t notice them.

“had so many teachers ask me about my scholarship and moving. i’m getting real sick of it,” frankie says when he can’t take [THE BURN OUT]’s expectant stare any longer, even though he knows that they know what’s causing his mood to plummet tonight. they know everything, they’re the only one. 

he lies down with his head in [THE BURN OUT]’s lap and talks—and talks. about how he’s not sure of anything, about how he’s scared, about how he can’t see himself leaving, about how he can see himself leaving but to do other things, not the ones he promised his dad he’d do. when he’s done pouring his heart out, he goes completely quiet for a while and [THE BURN OUT] lets him. 

he’s lucky that they get back to the auditorium they do because they’re just about to announce king and queen and [MISS AMERICA] looks like she’s about to chew someone’s head off while her eyes scan the crowd in search of—well, frankie. 

he goes home with the crown and an uneasy feeling in his stomach, which he hopes goes away by morning. 

[melancholynobleman]

Juste heard the sound of her voice before he saw her, his eyes widening. That distinctive, beautiful voice he hadn't heard since he was a child. Memories that he had almost forgotten flooded him. Flashes of his grandmother's smile, the Belmont villa he grew up in, and his grandfather's downcast countenance.

She was about midway through her song when he saw her. She hadn't aged a day. Her hair was still a red chestnut -- not a lick of silver or white in those soft locks; the skin of her face was still smooth -- not a single wrinkle of old age weighing her down. Dark eyes radiant in a familiar joy he used to delight in as a brat.

His beautiful grandmother.

Juste had to avoid her gaze. He mentally tried to steel himself to face a literal ghost of his past. Juste grumbled just loud enough for the man behind the counter to hear. "Give me your lunch meals with ale for two. I'll be sitting at my usual spot."

Louis grunted a little before he went to the back to tell the cook about the added orders.

When the song ended, Juste inhaled deeply and turned back to the crowd. He saw his grandmother attempt to take her departure from the crowd.

And he saw the man try to force her into a dance.

If he had been in his younger years, Juste would have bolted from his seat to defend his grandmother's honor. He would have cursed the men who dared to put their hands on his grandmother. After all, he knew that is what his grandfather would have done. No, Grandfather Simon would have started a bar fight. Juste wouldn't go that far if it could have been avoidable.

But, instead, his current body stood as still as a statue, too heavy to move -- too fatigued to care -- even after the other two men had grabbed his grandmother by the arms and held her in place while the sniveling little son of a bitch tried to regain his footing.

Juste saw the aggression in the young man's eyes and it seemed that only then did Juste's body finally caught up with his sense of obligation. Although he was a tad slower than he wished, he still managed to push himself off of his comfortable spot at the bar and toward the group.

Just as the hand raised against the woman came rushing down, Juste's own snagged it right out of the air. There was a moment of silence as those nearby processed what had happened.

"Who would raise their hand against a lady?" Juste's voice was stern and deep -- a warning he had used countless times on vampires and misbehaving youngins. His grey eyes tightened, his back was straight, and his shoulders were rigid. Juste didn't offer Yvis a chance to say his piece before he turned his attention to the other two men. "And what graceless bastards would hold a woman up like that? Unhand her, or you'll get the worse end of whatever-the-fuck I'll use to beat some honor into you."

His intimidation seemed to have worked for the other two as they had quickly released their hold on the lady. In this distance, Juste saw the better details of his grandmother's face. And he felt his fierce expression slack into something close to adoring disbelief.

She was still as beautiful as he remembered.

More people gathered around Sabriel. Many of them joined in with Jon’s fiddling by clapping or even drumming their hands against table tops. Some who heard her songs from previous nights even whispered along, providing a chorus at times. Others who came as couples took to dancing.

“Tell me that the night is long. Tell me that the moon is glowing. Fill my glass, I'll sing a song and we'll start the music flowing.”

It was easy for Sabriel to relax and lose herself. Her mind drifting back to days long passed. Of the nights she attended village festivals with Simon before their marriage, where she danced under starlight and beside bonfires, singing to him and the villagers who accepted her after years of her avoiding people. Of the nights her family would hold celebrations of their own, where her children and grandchildren would beg her for song after song. Sometimes they would join her, like Juste when he would duet with her.

“Don't go out into the cold. Where the wind and rain are blowing. For the fire is flaming gold and in here, the music's flowing.”

Sabriel caught a glimpse of a white-haired man near the bar. She couldn’t see him very well while dancers moved back and forth, often blocking direct sight of him. So, when she brought her song to an end, she attempted to pardon herself.

“Allow me a break.” Sabriel smiled at her audience. “It has been a while since I’ve sung this long for good company.”

There were a few noises of disappointment, but Jon effortlessly began another melody and grabbed their attentions. Sabriel weaved her way through the crowd. A drink of water or ale wouldn’t hurt, either, while she confirmed if the old man was the one she had been waiting for.

Suddenly, someone claimed her arm and dragged her into a clumsy dance step. Sabriel barely recovered and glared up at the youth from earlier. She thought he left by now, given he seemed absent from the crowd.

“Enough singing.” He sneered. “Dance with me.”

 “No.” She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

She stomped on his foot when he refused to let go, causing him to shove her backwards. Sabriel stumbled but didn’t fall, as his friends had been close enough to grab either of her arms.

“Oui, you alright, Yves?” One inquired.

“Not good, missy. He doesn’t like to be hurt.” The other said.

They were drunk, too, but their hold was strong. Sabriel glanced towards the crowd, noting how many of them hadn’t noticed anything yet, before focusing on Yves. Once the pain seemed to fade enough for him to stop hopping around, he looked at her with rage in his eyes.

“How dare you.” Yves hissed. He approached her, his hand rising to strike. “No commoner gets away with rejecting a noble!”

She braced herself.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

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Imagine dressing up as a catgirl for Wonwoo. He's so focused playing games in your shared study room and, maybe you feel like being a bit of a tease and tempting him away from his monitors for awhile. This is something you've considered surprising your boyfriend with for some time but, the correct time has just never arisen. It's now or never, you suppose.

Wonwoo is too engrossed in the actions unfolding on his screen to notice you slip into the study. Typical. You smile a little at your unsuspecting boyfriend. Wonwoo is quite an observant man and has rarely made you feel uncared for or unwanted but, sometimes you do wish he'd cut back his gaming hours a little bit. Maybe you're just spoiled though, who knows. "Wonwoo," you call out to him, fiddling with the hem of your pastel pink skirt. He doesn't respond, still fully focusing on his screen. With a sigh you walk over to his gaming chair and, gently tap him on the shoulder.

He is startled for a moment, fumbling to pause the game. The first thing your boyfriend sees when he turns to talk to you is your tits, your white top clinging to you and leaving very little to the imagination. Now, Wonwoo has seen your boobs before and, loves them. Thinks they're a 10/10 but, he's wholly unprepared for that to be the first thing he sees. His body reacting before he is able to pull himself together. When he does start to come back to himself, he's surprised to notice what you're wearing. The black car ears sticking out from the top of your head, the pink skirt that just barely reaches your thighs and the white thigh high socks that cling to your thighs. On a closer look, he discovers you're not wearing a bra and he can very clearly see your nipples pebbled against the material of your shirt rather appetisingly. "I wanted to surprise you" comes your somewhat shy explanation for your choice of attire and, Wonwoo is still desperately trying to remember how to form words. All the blood feeling as though it has completely rushed from his head. "You uh look great" he manages to stammer out, eyes running along your body and coming to rest at the ears atop your head. A small smile graces his stupidly attractive face. "Thank you," you respond with a smile of your own, resting your hands onto his broad shoulders, leaving minimal space between the two of you. You can help the shudder that runs through your body as one of his hands comes to gently hold your thigh, resting midway between your sock and bare skin. Of course he'd get all smug at your reaction. "If you wanted to have sex you could've just said so. Not to say I don't appreciate the outfit. I'm painfully hard right now," your boyfriend says in a tone equal parts blasé and arrogant, his thumb drawing circles on your thigh. His gaze is liquid heat now as he looks at you, the noticeable octave drop in his voice making you drip onto your panties. "Like I said um I wanted it to be a surprise," you manage you get out with minimal stammering, digging your nails into his shirt as his smirk only widens. "Sure," is all he says before pulling you into a heated kiss. His grip on your thigh tightening.

[kaeddehara]

xiao x afab!reader

[ warnings : nsfw themes, cussing, car sex, mentions or being drunk/alcohol consumption, xiao has piercings, mentions of reader wearing a dress/skirt, clothed sex ]

“come on, let’s get going”

you heard xiaos gruff voice call for you. standing under the singular light on the front porch. loud music vibrating through the house.

you could still hear it even with the harsh rain coming down. xiao stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you. you had his jacket on your shoulders, already getting the feeling of catching a cold. nodding at him and beginning to walk down the slippery stairs to him.

“let’s get you home, you’re not looking too good”

blunt and honest as always.

he was probably right.

you didn’t look too good.

your face was hot but body felt cold. humming in response and just wanting to be in the warmth of his car you hurried as best as you could over to it.

with the rain and darkness of the night, it did make it a bit difficult. xiao unlocked the door with his keys which he shoved back into his pocket. not even bothering to cover up himself from getting wet or cold.

you got into the passangers seat slowly mostly from your drunkenness but also with how wet it was.

the whole time xiao watched you, making sure you got inside safely. closing the door only to hear that nice silence.

the rain poured onto the windows creating some soothing white noise. before you could relax too much, you heard the main door open, xiao jumping into the seat and closing the door quickly.

he let out a big sigh and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. turning on the car and hearing the engine rev up. the warm air from the vents hitting your cold body.

xiao noticing how you relaxed at the feeling. “better?” he asked you, gaze still laying on you.

you nodded not returning the gaze back by instead leaning back into the seat.

xiao knew you were drunk, he was too.

although he did hold his weight better, out of the two of you, he was the better option for driving.

starting to back out onto the wet night street. he didn’t even bother to turn to radio on, he knew you were tired. but, maybe xiao was mistaken.

when you got drunk, the only thing that came over you was a dizzy, dreary warmth. as your mind started to drift off, you felt something on you. immediately turning your gaze to the feeling only to see xiaos hand on your thigh. even just the sight of that made your heart pump faster. his long, slender fingers grazing over the delicate skin.

gazing back at xiao who paid no mind and continued driving. feeling his hand move occasionally up and down, almost like in a stroking motion.

his touch was driving your mind wild.

“xiao..”

his name slipped from your lips quietly.

xiao was attentive and heard you call for him.

“what is it?”

he asked, still focused on the road. “are you hungry?” he asked you again almost in a worried tone.

he knows that you didn’t eat much at the party so maybe food was what you desired.

“no i just…”

you stoped your sentence midway as xiao stoped at a red light.

the turn signal ticking loudly as you both fell silent.

“go on, tell me” he motioned for you to finish.

“it’s nothing” you mumbled back.

xiao let out a huff. you felt bad for bothering him while driving but only did it for the sake of your safety. normally, xiao was a great driver. but with the conditions of the weather and his drunken state, he wasn’t at his best. swerving little by little off the road before you had to get his attention.

“xiao!” you called out when he got too close to the edge

“shit sorry..” he grumbled underneath is breath.

“maybe it would be best to pull over..” you recommended even though it would probably just irritate him further. a loud sigh came from him as his blinker ticked loudly. not responding with his words and instead, turning with caution. you remembered your pathway home by heart and by the looks of the turns you were taking, he definitely wasn’t on the track home. instead you were met with a gravel like road and long tall trees surrounding the vehicle. worried, you gazed towards him. he took a deep breath in hopes of calming himself. he knew his driving was poor and that’s the reason you recommended him to it anyways. he was worried for your safety in fact.

you knew the pathway home by heart and knew xiao was not on the right track.

xiao began to become annoyed. mostly with himself but the alcohol in his system proved otherwise. still, you remained silence. he didn’t want to be rude to you since he knew it hurt your feelings when he was so upfront.

he let out a heave and put his hand that was on your thigh on the steering wheel.

“alright i think i’m fine now, sorry about holding us-“

he cut himself off as your hand gripped his wrist. gasping shortly after you gripped his wrist. you we so close to him. well, as close as you could be two seats apart. looking up at your boyfriend who looked bewildered.

his eyes were so tempting. even in the dark car in the woods. those gorgeous amber eyes you couldn’t look away from.

“what are you hm-“ you cut him off with a kiss. not knowing what even came over you to do that to him. you just couldn’t stand to hear him talk anymore. such a sloppy kiss it was. one that got his breath caught in his throat and that was timed badly. only lasting a few seconds at most before pulling away. xiao coughed, catching his breath.

“you’re not gonna make this easy huh?”

he questioned you. the rain began to make the windows fog up as more of it came down. the only sound from keeping the two of you in complete silence. grabbing his hand that was previously on your thigh and placing it on your cheek. seeing xiao with a almost disgusted look on his face. and yet, he didn’t take his hand off your face.

“please xiao…”

xiao was at a loss for words.

he didn’t understand why you were doing this to him right now. why not just wait till we get home. but at the same time, something clicked in his mind. looking back into those doe eyes you used on him as he searched for any kind of joking behind them. having his jacket over your arms and shoulders that slightly fell off. looking down at his fingers that we’re on your face. kissing the pad of his thumb softly.

“hm, you always know exactly what you want”

he commented before pushing his seat back. giving you room to move more. you crawled into his lap almost immediately. kissing at his jawline and neck. xiao was so surprised and yet didn’t push you away. he accepted your touch and wanted more of it quite honestly. your hips grinded into his subconsciously as you rolled them at a steady pace. leaning down close to his ear. whispering, “i’ve been wanting your attention all night” leaving a hot kiss on the edge of it leaving xiao is disbelief. he let out a quiet “hmph” before replying back.

“all you had to do was ask, now you got us both worked up”

his tone wasn’t teasing nor angry more just informative. you put your hand to your chin looking down and thinking about xiaos words. he was right…just talking about such things is so awkward. looking back up at his slightly flushed face, seeing the tips of his ears red. you leaned back close to him, putting your hands on his chest. you surprised him every second.

“just let me, have this moment with you…” you concluded, leaving a hot kiss on his lips. this time, xiao caught up quickly, kissing you back with ease. letting you melt ontop of him, hands slipping to your waist. all moving so quickly yet slowly. maybe his mind was moving slowly and you were going too fast to handle at the moment. xiao hearing you whimper and pant against his lips, even with the scent of alcohol, he loved it.

arching your back into his touch, the rain only got worse but the air in the warm car was only getting hotter. giving xiao one last kiss before pulling away. noticing even in the dark car how his lips turned a bright pink from all the kisses. so cute. trailing your hand down his thin waist down to his loose pants.

almost smirking fully at his bulge he’d grown so quickly. he took quick notice of this though and made sure to put you in your place. slipping a hand, particularly 2 of his fingers against your crotch. that short skirt/dress you wore gave him such easy access. you gasped at the touch.

xiao was holding you back from really giving you want you wanted. he just wanted to please you.

gently teasing his fingers around your panties not touching any where specific, just getting you flustered. you hands no longer grabbed at his pants and instead reached for stability on his thighs. pulling his hands out from under the skirt and holding you steady on his lap. moving both of you to a much more comfortable position in the backseat.

he pushed the chair back in its normal place, now he was seated on the spacious back seat with you right on top. “xiao stop holding me back” you complained reaching again for his pants. only this time, he didn’t stop you by grabbing your hand or touching your body. he let you have your way.

“who said i was holding you back?” although his tone was serious, you knew he was mocking you. scoffing at his remark before waisting no time getting exactly what you desired. unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. you looked so focused and xiao loved seeing that. watching your expression change and he didn’t even feel you remove the last layer of clothing. it wasn’t until he felt your warm hand on his cock that his eyes snapped down. your pretty fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. the sight filled him with a sense of adrenaline. that was what was keeping both of you aware and not getting lost in all the alcohol you both drank.

giving the tip a squeeze, feeling the metal piercing cold against your finger tips. gently stroking him up and down. xiao held back his embarrassing whines as you did so. his hand lazily laying on your thigh. your weight shifted forward so you took the chance to catch him in a sweet kiss. making out while your hand was wrapped around your boyfriend. only making the air feel even thicker and heavier with lust.

he was beginning to feel light headed from it all. just the sounds of rain hitting the window and your lips filled the car. catching your breath as did xiao once your session ended. looking back down at his fully erect cock, letting go and watching it bob and hit against his lower abdomen.

“we shouldn’t waste much time, the rain is worsening” even if it wasn’t the most romantic thing he couldn’t said, he was right.

pulling up the end of you dress and ride up on your ass, allowing xiao to see your panties. the hand he had laid on your thigh now messing with the thin string. if anything ever drove xiao crazy it was your scent. you smelled so good to him even when you smelled of alcohol.

he pushed some of the fabric of your dress away from your thighs so he could look at you lower stomach and thighs fully. you looked so beautiful. your hands on his lower stomach, breathing heavily with your half lidded eyes. xiao let out a soft barley even audible laugh. lifting the strings of your panties up before letting it snap back in place on your waist. he finally quit teasing you and let two of his fingers in between your plush thighs. rubbing you through that soaked, thin fabric. letting out a soft moan as he toyed with you.

he fed off your reactions letting him to know what choice he should make next to please you. letting those two fingers slide just a little bit to the edge of your panties. pushing them to the side so they could no longer cover you up. xiao ran his finger along your pussy, making you shudder in reaction. adding the second finger and finding your clit. he knew you were already getting impatient but he had to finish prepping you. gently rubbing circles around your clit made your sigh and moan with delight. you shuddered and let your head drop close to him chest but xiao did not waver. he was too busy loving all your sweet little reactions, loving both the delicate sounds that came out of your mouth.

both your hearts beating so fast.

xiao kept up the slow pace on your clit which made your grip his still clothed stomach. “xiao please- i need you now..” you whimpered out meekly. xiao was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even hear you. instead, lining his two fingers up and making you sit down on them, slowly. a choked moan came from your throat. xiao didn’t move though, not for a little bit.

you were getting so impatient. wasn’t he the one that just said he wanted to hurry things up! but your question was soon answered as he began to finger you at a slow pace. you were so over his teasing and started to ride his fingers. even if it made you look pathetic and needy, you didn’t care. xiao felt the constant warmth of you around his fingers over and over again. it was a little cute to him how needy you were, begging without words. after a few more seconds, xiao put his other hand to your waist, slowly you a bit.

“that’s enough you’re more than ready” xiao gruffly stated. nodding a bit as xiao took his slick covered fingers out of you. he looked at them, all wet and soiled before looking at your face. god even your face looked needy. without hesitation, he shoved the fingers into your mouth, making you choke for a brief moment before sucking them clean. “clean up the mess you made” and you followed. making sure to lap up all your mess. doing exactly as xiao instructed. once you’d finished, he pulled his fingers back out. all clean without being tainted whatsoever.

now came the thing you’d both desired.

your eyes turned back to in between xiaos legs. his pretty cock sitting up so perfectly for you to ride. a small smile completely filled by lust made its way onto your face. xiao assisted you by holding you up a little by your hips. you pushed your chest against his looking back at his lap. you hands also on his shoulders for stability. his hand at the base of his cock, aligning with you. finally feeling your warmth against his skin made him shudder.

being so close to him it was noticeable how xiao was hiding some of his reactions to keep his stoic front. feeling him gently slip into you, making your body shudder. the cold metal piercing at his tip rubbing against your hot walls.

xiao held you close, wanting to make sure nothing felt off or hurt you. letting out a long sigh when you bottomed him out. the stretch hurt a little bit but sitting right on top of his cock was hitting right against your sweet spot. xiao held your waist to keep you balanced. he wanted this to all be about you not even worrying about his own desires and wants. just you.

the fact that you had his jacket on as well just made that feeling in his lower stomach swell up even more. watching you gently lift your hips only to fall right after. the sound of skin slapping filled the stuffy car.

both of you being drunk in a car did make for some interesting stuff.

xiao was biting his lip, trying not to bite your soft neck. but feeling your tight wet pussy around him filled him with a surge. he pulled you against his chest gruffly, tired of the slow pacing of everything. “xiao wait-“ was all that he heard before thrusting his hips up into your.

a loud gasp and moan followed after right next to his ear. your head on his shoulder, bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts. sucking and biting your neck for good measure making sure you were marked by him. he held your hips tightly, almost to the point of it hurting. your heavy breathing and heaving chest only added to the overall experience. his amber eyes tilted up to look up at your face. from time to time, you’d peer down at him but for most of it you were too consumed with pleasure to even look him in the eye.

he found it quite amusing. starting to get a bit more bold, his hands that previously guided your hips were now pinching at your senstive nipples. only adding to the number of sounds present in the car. his mouth was busy sucking mark after mark into your soft neck and chest.

“xiao…too much-!”

you cried for him. but he didn’t care. do you really think xiao would go out of his way to make you feel good only for you to beg him to stop?

with that thought in his mind, he just about chuckled to himself. how pathetic you are. getting both of you worked up and using your sweet body to tempt him. you really were a needy little thing.

“ha..ha…oh fuck…xiao…”

your little pitiful whines would ring through his ears. from time to time he’d move his hands back to your waist to take control over your hips pace. hearing you choke out a moan as he did so. feeling the slick of both your bodies come together. his cold metal piercing rubbing harshly up against you. while it would make a normal man cum in seconds, xiao was different. more stamina was a big obstacle you faced with him. your weak hands stabilized yourself on his thighs. taking some of the control back for yourself and slamming your hips down. catching him off guard as his was catching his breath from sucking marks into your skin.

he let out a struggled grunt from the unexpected impact of your hips. xiao is practically growling from the pleasure.

“you’re so good..” he grunted into your ear.

“please xiao…’need you…” you whimpered and called out for him.

immediately after hearing that xiao grabbed the fat on your ass as it was bouncing on his cock. “ah…so impatient” you whined against his grip but he didn’t budge. instead, he used you for more leverage. using your ass and thrust into you harder. the slapping of your skin together was so loud it was practically the only thing be heard at that point. your eyes shot open as your breathing became even harder. things were so heated. you tried to hide your cries into xiaos firm chest to save yourself the embarrassment. finally he released his grip on your ass and let you finish the job.

“oh that’s it, ride me like the good slut you are”

xiao taunted, his voice low like a growl. the cord that was keeping you from milking xiao finally cut. gripping his shoulders, you slammed yourself up and down repeatedly making xiao arch his back in surprise. eyes blown wide open from the sudden gruffness you brought. even letting feral growls and grunts from his lips.

“you gonna cum huh?”

“yes please xiao!”

“cum for me”

sweat trickled down your forehead as he aided you with his thrusts as well. making your brain mush and eyes roll back. one last call of his name and you came. shuttering harshly as xiao watched in awe. he pushed some hair out of your face. hearing your heaving against his collarbone. both of you exhausted and filthy. you wrapped your arms around his neck lazily

“thank you, xiao” but you just looked too cute in his jacket he almost wanted to fuck you again here and there. “no need for thanks” he slyly whispered before kissing you cheek.

“but, you forgot one thing”

your heart dropped a little at the words. what did he mean?

“forgot what xiao? we better get home it’s late-“ you began to drift off his cock before he gripped your waist.

“you forgot to make me cum” his lips lingered over your ear feeling that smirk against your skin. doe-eyed and pathetically you pulled him closer to you.

“better get to work, it might take a while”

[benevolentcalamity]

Orc dad (Tusk) x Neutral!Reader

Not smut this time, just wanted to see if I could make a dad figure character.

Legit, that’s the only reason this exists.

Anyway, here’s hoping you like Tusky!

CURTAINS!

Without much inkling of the why, how, and where, you first wake up to the smell of raw fish. At first it’s passable for a fishing hamlet sort of smell, like it’s known for that sort of thing. However, given how the smell assails your nostrils - implying either spoil or inhumane quantity - you become vaguely aware this is far from the truth.

Opening your eyes you’re greeted by rocks. More specifically the rock walls of a cave, softly reflecting the glow of carefully placed torches. When you raise your head to better look at your surroundings the pelt wrapping your body falls slightly from your shoulders. Without thought to be self-conscious you look around a bit more, eventually finding your clothes hanging on a line above an arranged... fire. Low enough to not risk setting anything ablaze, but also hot enough to ensure they dry properly.

Where am I...? Obviously it’s a cave, but you didn’t get here by yourself.

All you remember, really, is running from a Shade you’d encountered in the woods. With your penchant for accidentally angering the dead you also recall swearing off adventuring at night before falling into the rapids. What comes after is completely blank - not even a trace of stirring midway.

Swallowing, you slip from the bed, made up of various fabrics, bones, and pelts, and head to retrieve your clothes. The fire reaches for your leg for a moment, before retreating once you have what you need. Dressing yourself, you reach and grab a nearby stick - whittled at the edge to make a poker - and clench it tightly in your fists.

Wetting your lips, you reach and push the leather curtain aside, the distant light of more torches guiding your way only adding to the twist in your stomach.

Is all of this a trap? Are you only guaranteeing your death? Why are you here?

Eventually, a sound like tearing flesh reaches your ears, and your spine turns cold, hands growing numb, as for some reason you just can’t stop walking. As your breathing begins to stutter you find some concentrated torches among lines of defeathered chickens and headless fish. Blinking at the sight of vegetables in a basket hanging up nearby you tilt your head, reaching a corner and peering around it.

Sitting there, among lines of scales in a disheveled pile by his boots, is an orc. He’s large, flesh smoky grey in color, with his muscles pushing through his skin with each breath. Even at your distance you can see the large tusks pushing through his lower lip, almost touching his bushy eyebrows. Large, starlight white hair in powerful dreadlocks pour down his back, flicking now and then with occasional jabs to rip a fishtail out. With his back turned to you you can still tell he’s not one to be trifled with - you’re better off sneaking and coming back another day.

Inhaling deeply but quietly you raise onto your tippy toes, moving slowly and methodically.

At some point, his head unexpectedly raises along with deep sniffs.

“... Tusk smell you.” His voice almost rattles, like a drumbeat ricocheting off of flimsy iron blades. “Not wise go out. Moon out, goblins out. Singular no problem - packs make mincemeat of oni and nothic. Not safe for ‘Ooman.”

You swallow. “Who are you?”

“Tusk name Tusk. For large tusks.” He resumes his work but his ears twitch. “‘Ooman have name as well. Tusk want know.”

“[N-Name].” You dare step closer. “Why am I here?”

“Tusk find [Name] in fishnet. Bring back home, make warm. Tusk use herbs heal injuries. Tusk now make food for Tusk, Tusk make food for [Name] too.” He puts the finished fish in a bucket with others and gets to work on another one. “Meat make strong. Vegetables keep healthy. Fruit just tasty.”

“... Why are you here alone?” Normally there’d be more, a hunting party or a chief.

“Village fight Drow Elves, protect kindhearted human families. Protection fail, Drow overrun village; everyone gone. Tusk remain by gods, stay here.”

Oh...

“Drow Elves merciless. No thought life, kill even themself.” He shakes his head, dreadlocks swaying. “Tusk no want see Drow. Drow no good.”

Eventually calming, you notice a stool nearby where he is working and sit. From here you have a better view of him from the front. Where you’d taken his measure for buried aggression you figure out he’s simply concentrated. When going through his memories there’s a sorrow in his eye, eventually eclipsed by the smile he greets you with when he meets your eyes. His are like the amber on the trees you see now and then: warm and beautiful.

“Tusk make cave home, make outside safe too, make home new village. No Drow win again.”

Once he finishes his fish he reaches over, patting your head with three straightened, large fingers. Aware of his strength he’s very light on you, but still you find your neck scrunching slightly. Snorting, he brings his hand back, continuing working on fish.

“Tusk make chicken, fish, vegetable stew. [Name] want help, can get cooking pot hot, then Tusk get water, wild herbs. Make stew good so [Name] strong.” He finishes with the fish and digs out a dead chicken. “If [Name] hear horn, go deep in cave, hide. Tusk fight goblins. Tusk strong.”

“Okay.” You nod, standing.

Managing to find the stone holding the cooking pot, handmade given it’s worn smooth from use despite being made of different metals melted and twisted together, and noting the cavity below. Moving the pot aside you find a pair of rocks, sliding them together until they make sparks. Assured of their usage you reach and find in another basket some leaves and sticks, with some pinecones and nuts.

Tilting your head slightly you grab some, dropping them into the cavity. With a few quick movements you send rock sparks down to them, and the moment you see red and move the cooking pot to cover it again they combust, only peeking out from beneath now and then.

Tusk’s large hands start clapping, and you jump slightly, turning to him. He’s sitting there, applauding you with a smile through his tusks.

“[Name] do good. [Name] be proud.” He continues defeathering. “Tusk teach [Name] to hunt and fight, eventually kill first goblin. Protect themself when Tusk cannot. [Name] not helpless; Tusk teach everything Tusk know.

Your cheeks light up and your chest puffs with pride. Eventually he finishes working, plopping the chicken into a separate bucket and standing. Briefly he approaches you, patting your head and back like a puppy dog. But then he reaches over, hanging a large jug on his hip and grabbing a spear. You duck when he almost bonks you in the head to slip it onto his back.

“Tusk go now. [Name] watch pot, be safe. Tusk not be long.” He pushes a dreadlock back behind his shoulder. “Tusk protect [Name], make strong.”

And like that, he’s gone, leaving the soft whistles of the wind through the cave, and the distant song of nightingales

Deciding to honor his directive you sit where he did, keeping an eye on the pot, keeping the flame strong.