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We’re Not Friends

Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Eddie is just trying to help when he offers to be your date to your sister's wedding, but with all the love in the air will you and Eddie be able to stay friends?

warnings: lots of angst. reader's family sucks. reader's mom makes a comment about her weight. anxiety attacks. reader has low self esteem. fluff. best friends to lovers. fake dating. modern au. (this is titled after an Ed Sheeran song and I also use another one of his songs in the fic, sue me). slight smut. allusions to sex. alcohol consumption. swearing. minors dni!!!!!!!!!! reader and Eddie are both in their 20's. no y/n used, reader is referred to as Birdie. skin color/ethnicity/body type is not mentioned. spelling errors/shitting writing, just pretend you don't notice lmao. also the venue is completely made up and so is the location if you couldn’t tell, im not that creative.

*if I miss anything plz lmk*

a/n: hi my loves!!!! this is one of the last fics on my birthday fic list!!! I want to thank all of you for being patient and being so so supportive of my work. I love you all so much!!! also I do go back to work on Monday so I'm going to try to get as many fics pumped out by the end of the weekend.

And that's why friends should sleep in other beds

And friends shouldn't kiss me like you do

And I know that there's a limit to everything

But my friends won't love me like you do

The turning color of the leaves create the prettiest backdrop, tall trees blooming with orange, red, and a pinch of brown. The ones that have already fallen to the ground get swept up under the wheels of Eddie's car, lifting up and swirling around in a pretty dance, and falling right back into place waiting for the next car.

Although the crisp fall morning is peaceful you can't help but feel like you're living a nightmare. As he soft hum of Eddie's playlist flows through the speakers, you're coming up with a plan to turn the whole car around.

So far you thought about faking an illness, one that would stop the whole journey in it's tracks, only to dismiss it because you couldn't put your best friend through that stress. The idea of pulling the steering wheel also came to mind but you quickly threw that out of the window, not wanting to cause injury to the innocent man next to you or anyone else. Your final idea was one you're sure you could pull off as long as you used all the power within your being. If you pushed your feet on the floorboard hard enough, you could poke them out like the Flintstones and stop the car that way.

Between science and logic, you knew that wasn't possible no matter how hard you wished it would. Instead you'll stare out the window, watching all the pretty trees dance in the wind while you push down the rising anxiety that's forming in the pit of your stomach.

"You good over there, Birdie?" The deep voice next to you shakes you from your thoughts.

Turning your head Eddie's already looking at you with a lopsided grin. His demeanor matches the landscape outside, relaxed and serene. As you look at him you wish you could trade places, be as pleasant as he is.

"Yeah I'm just tired." Trying to sell him your answer, you smile lazily at him even though your response holds more tension than a game of tug of war.

Turning his attention back on the road, you watch as the pavement moves on the darkened lenses of his sunglasses. Eddie looks pretty like this, even though you always thinks he looks pretty. Usually he would be a grump having to be up this early, but today he wears his smile like a badge of honor. The dark curls of his hair cascade down his back, while some falls over his shoulders.

He's wearing the same red and black checkered flannel he always does this time of year, the same one you said was your favorite three years ago and it still holds that title. Underneath is a plain black tee shirt, the only one he has that's free of any band name, and a dark blue pair of jeans that have no holes.

He's still the same Eddie, his rings still sit on his fingers and his pick still hangs from the chain around his neck, but it seems that he only gets prettier and prettier as time passes by - like the turning leaves that still hang on the branches of the trees that you drive by.

"I think you're worried about this whole wedding thing," His voice is unwavering, screaming "I'm right" like it always does. "I don't get what's so bad about an open bar and free food."

Although his point is valid, Eddie couldn't be more wrong than that. This wasn't just an event to get drunk for free and stuffed to the gills at no charge. This was your older sister's wedding, the same sister that was the apple of your parents' eyes. Veronica was your arch nemesis since birth, a rival that you had no option but to defeat in order to survive.

You were the outcast of the family, the black sheep if you will, and you had to endure eighteen years of nonstop torture because of it. Your parents, Christine and Tim, were nothing but successful. The doctor and his trophy wife, the star couple in your small community, that had two beautiful and healthy children.

However you were the hardheaded child, the daughter that didn't have a bright future, you didn't carry as much promise as Vee, and your parents made sure to remind you of that every day. So when you moved out three years ago, you made sure to distance yourself as much as you could. But when you received a pristine white envelope with a glamorous invite on the inside, you were roped right back into the hell hole you worked so hard to leave behind.

You could've just ignore it, faked that you were on a trip and couldn't make it but your mother pretty much threatened you into showing up. So that's how you ended up in the countryside right outside of Chicago, driving in Eddie's Toyota Corolla to the Jefferson Manner on a Friday at eight am.

"You're right, Eddie, I should be so thrilled by that. Thank you so much for pointing it out to me." It's snippy with a hint of malice, and your eye roll held enough venom to injure an army of men.

Whistling loudly, Eddie chuckles lightly. "Woah, killer. Relax, I was just tryna help." He's still soft despite your outburst, sweet like your pumpkin spice latte that sits in the cupholder.

Hanging your head, you inhale a deep breath and release it slowly. "I'm sorry, Eds. I just really fucking hate my family."

He switches his attention from you and the road, taking in your saddened features. Reaching his right hand over the console, he places his hand searches for yours and laces his fingers through yours, which you gladly except.

"Don't apologize for that, kay? That's a valid reason for you to not want to go, I was just trying to make you laugh." The sincerity in his voice wraps around you, easing the nerves that go haywire in your body.

His palm is warm like the coffee cups that sit in the cup holders, his voice is as calming as the trees in the wind, and his smile is just as pretty as it was the first day you met him. You're safe with him, the safest you've ever been in your life, and here in the front seat of his car he reminds you of that.

"They just make me crazy, s'why I don't like seeing them." You feel shy being vulnerable, refusing to meet his gaze by focusing on tracing the back of his hand with your free one.

Eddie doesn't mind, instead he reassures you with a quick squeeze of your hand. "If it makes you feel any better, Birdie, I like you a little crazy."

Dimples deep as the sea and smile still as delicate as a flower's pedal, Eddie looks like a painting that hangs in the Louvre. You want to capture this moment of him to have for the rest of your life, so no matter what you can always remember him just like this.

"You say that now." You tease and he eats it right up.

Looking back over to you, he shines his smile onto you, filling you up with the light of a million stars. "And I'll say it till the end of time." There's no tease to it, nothing but truth in the way he says it.

It turns you into jelly, the feelings that swim through your blood stream, and now you've become too sheepish to answer. You decided to trust your touch over your words, squeezing his hand the same way he did to yours, trying your best to communicate the feelings you hold secretly in your heart for your best friend.

The cobblestone driveway leading to the entrance of Jefferson Manner is, for a lack of a better word, beautiful. It is a straight drive to the property, but once you get closer, a large fountain sits in the middle where the arch of the circle driveway starts.

Different colored cars are already lined up, some you recognize and the rest you have no clue who they belong to. Either way it's pretty evident that Eddie 2018 Toyota sticks out like a sore thumb.

The same dread that you left 45 miles back, is now running through you again. Unintentionally, you squeeze his hand harder as your heart begins to pound in your ear and if it hurts him he doesn't mention it. Instead, Eddie gives you one, two, three squeezes and then lets you continue your attempt to stop the blood flow to his hand.

Pulling behind the Mercedes Benz S Class, he puts his car into park and then shuts the car off. Reading your expression the way he always does, he sits in the silence of the car with you until your features loosen up.

"You okay, Birdie?" Even though he knows you're not okay, you still appreciate him asking anyway.

Breathe in. This is temporary. Breathe out. This is not forever. Breathe in. I am safe. Breathe out. I am here.

You repeat this to yourself a few times, eyes clamped shut as you focus on your breathing pattern. Once your head is above water and your heart stops racing, you open your eyes back up to the real world.

Relaxing your shoulders, you let go of the grip you're holding Eddie's hand in. "I'm okay. I'll be okay." Despite answering him, it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself of what you're saying.

Another brief pause goes by and Eddie continues to monitor you, sunglasses now removed so not only can he see you but you can see him.

Your gaze is unwavering, the thousand yard stare has fallen over you and you have yet to dig out of it. "Are you prepared for what we're about to walk into?"

The tone of your voice scares Eddie, the emotion being sucked right out of the words that you speak despite the feelings that battle in your mind that he doesn't know about.

"Honey, I'm prepared for anything as long as I have you." For a split second he winces, wondering if that was too cringy but when your face breaks out into a sweet smile he feels better.

The two of you get out of the car, retrieving your suitcases and dress bags from the trunk. When the door shuts you begin to count the steps it takes to get to the big wooden doors of the mansion.

You don't have to ask Eddie for his hand, he's already giving it to you and you gladly except it, gripping on for dear life the closer you get. Despite the beautiful landscape and the soothing sound of the running fountain, you feel like this is the soundtrack that plays before your imminent death.

The tall, thick, wooden doors sit menacingly in front of you, the skeletons of your past standing just right behind it waiting for your arrival. The ghosts that have haunted your dreams, the graveyard of your history, and the phantoms of your family, mingle and laugh right behind this door.

Eddie waits for you, not moving a muscle until you say so, and you silently thank him with a smile. Like a switch, he watches your face change from flight to fight mode. In a flash your looking over your outfit, brushing down the long black sleeved shirt that sits on your torso, and then straightening out the jeans that stick to your legs.

Your hair is the next thing you frantically fix, pushing it behind your ears and out of your face, letting it fall over your shoulders while doing so. Like a buzzing bee, you zone in on Eddie, fixing the collar of his flannel and then smoothing the material of his shirt. With out speaking, you pick off a singular piece of fuzz from his pants and then let it blow away in the wind.

Moving your hands back up to his chest, you center the pick on his chain. Then move his hair, fixing the ringlets that got blown around in the breeze. Once your satisfied, you move back to your spot next to him and sweep his hand right back into your hold. Releasing on more deep breath, you settle your pinched eyebrows and your determined eyes, and let the worst fake smile settle onto your lips.

The smile doesn't reach your eyes the way it usually does, your teeth push against one another so forcibly Eddie wonders if you'll shatter teeth, and you simply look like your in pain. Either way, you push open the big oak door and let yourself inside with him following right behind.

The lobby of the manner is everything you expected, high ceilings, a crystal chandelier, and every single family member of yours gathered around sipping champagne and speaking to each other like a potential client.

Even though it's magnificent inside with the beautiful décor and lively plants, the sight of everyone in their gaudy outfits and cheap laughter makes it feel like an eternal hell.

Eddie must feel the way your shoulders tense because he's quickly leaning into you, his voice just a whisper in the shell of your ear.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. You have me and I won't let anything happen." He reminds you, his smile is more sympathetic than anything.

Nodding your head you remain smiling, it's awful and it hurts even doing it but if you want to survive the whirlpool of piranhas, then you just have to fake it until you make it.

"If it isn't our lovely Birdie!" The sound of your mother's voice is like silk, smooth and confident, just like she always was. Walking over to you, she holds a champagne flute in her hand and you wonder how much the bubbling spritz cost your father.

The last time you've seen her was last winter, her million dollar smile outshining the Swarovski crystal tree decorations that sit behind her. Your mother has always been beautiful but her insides are rotten, ugly and maggot infested, all hidden behind the mask that she put on for everyone to see.

You gave up a long time ago trying to figure out her brain, finally accepting defeat to the maze that was her mind. Now when you look at your mother all you see is a shell, a hallow covering that has nothing to offer you other than it's pretty design.

Pulling you into a hug, you're hit with her scent. She smells like Dior and cashmere, the Chanel outfit that sits on her body scratches your skin, and the pearl necklace she wears jabs you right in your collarbone.

"Hello mother, thank you for inviting me to such a wonder occasion." You instantly revert back to your old accent, the same one your mother instilled into you from the time you could even under stand the English language.

A faux laugh comes from her bright red lips, "No need for that, darling, you're always welcome." Her manicured hand waves at you in fake genuineness.

The smile on your face continues to show and you hate to think it matches hers. Even with the sweet tone you use and the gentleness of your actions, the blood that runs through your body continues to boil the longer she stands there.

Eddie on the other hand stands next to you completely and utterly amused by your fake performance. The snort he lets out when you continue to use your "eloquent" voice is quickly covered up by a sniffle.

Like a vulture, your mother's eyes are quick to zero in on the curly haired man next to you. "Excuse my daughter for her bad manner of not introducing us, I'm Christine."

The minute her hand reaches out for a handshake, you're heart stops. This is the one thing that could make or break this whole trip and it was the only thing you didn't prepare your best friend for. Many years of your life, you were trained that a handshake is all it takes for someone to learn about you.

Without skipping a beat, Eddie simply picks embraces her hand like a prince out of a Disney movie and places a kiss to the back of her unwrinkled hand.

"What a pleasure to meet you, Christine, I'm Eddie. And might I say how beautiful you are."

He's all dimples and doe eyes staring at your mother, a true prince charming in his red flannel and jeans. His voice is like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day, it's smooth going down your throat and it warms your belly better than any blanket can.

That warmth is now tingling your body, a frenzy of butterflies flapping around in the walls of your heart. It clearly works on your mother as well but unlike you she doesn't hide it very well.

"You're really the charmer, Eddie." It's flirtatious and alluring, the same voice she put on for every pool boy your father ever hired.

Annoyance and anger floods through you and you know that your eyes would be shining green to anyone with a trained eye.

While she clutches her pearls and eyes Eddie like he's a four course meal, you intervene into the conversation before it can continue.

"Where's daddy? I'd really like for my boyfriend to meet him." You bat your eyelashes like a pageant queen and your arm acts like a python wrapping around Eddie's, making a mark on what is yours.

"Oh you're father's around here somewhere, you know how he is." She dismisses, taking a drink from her glass and swallowing down the golden liquid quickly. "So how long have you and Birdie here been dating?"

"It's going to be two years next month. Isn't that right, honey?" Eddie turns to you and gives you a playful smile.

Looking back at him you hope he can see the misery that hides being your eyes, a white flag of surrender.

Your mother on the other hand doesn't care about your answer, that's why she didn't ask you. She's reading Eddie, trying to see how much she can push your so called boyfriend until she gets what she wants.

"Well that's just wonderful, young love is a beautiful experience. You have to be careful with Birdie here, she's known to leave the nest quickly." It's a jab, a spiteful and mean comment headed right for your gut.

Eddie doesn't miss the way you're lips falter for a second, the flash of hurt in your eyes. It kills him watching you stand there and take all the comments from your mother like stray bullets.

Turning his attention back to your mother, he gives her a smile, one that you would know as a wicked one but to a stranger would seem kind. "I don't think that will be a problem. Birdie knows where her home is."

It's a direct warning, a clear sign to your mother to not mess with you or what is yours. Just him sticking up for you like that makes your stomach twist in excitement, a feeling you've grown so used to over the course of friendship with Eddie.

"Well, I'm glad she finally found her place then." Your mother responds coldly, clearly hearing the bite in his tone. "Why don't you two go find your room and get settled in, rehearsal dinner is in a few."

Before retreating into the large crowd of family, your mother turns back to you in one more attack.

"Oh and Birdie, wear something that will hide that stomach. Don't want anyone to assume you've been knocked up."

Once you've found your room, you all but rush Eddie inside slamming the door behind you. In the quiet safety of your suite, you can relax your shoulders that have been sitting high since you've arrive.

"Jesus Bird, you weren't lying." Eddie says as he flops himself on the queen sized bed.

You don't respond, instead you squeeze your eyes shut and try to calm the heaviness of your breathing. Behind the darkness of your eyes, little twinkles of stars flash from how hard you have them closed, the swooshing of your heart continuing in your ears like angry waves of the sea.

Breathe in. This is temporary. Breathe out. This is not forever. Breathe in. I am safe. Breathe out. I am here.

You repeat this to yourself over and over again, trying to erase the cruel words of your mother and the images of disgusted family member's faces out of your mind. You're not sure how long you've been standing by the door until a hand grasps at your wrist lightly.

"Birdie," Eddie's coax goes unanswered, "Come on, Birdie."

Warm calloused hands travel to the plump of your cheeks, lifting your face up just enough that he can see you. Finally opening your eyes, you're relieved to be looking into the golden whiskey pools of his.

Smoothing his thumb over your cheek he doesn't say anything, just lets your breathing calm down. Here you are, in the nice room behind the shelter of the locked door, and he's here.

Breathe in. It's okay. Breathe out. You're safe. Breathe in. You are here. Breathe out. So is he.

It's enough to let your feet move on the plush white carpeting, while Eddie leads you to the bed with the tug of your arm. Sitting on the plush mattress on crisp linen sheets you're grounded, and with the heat of Eddie sitting next to you and his hand in yours, you're anchored.

The rehearsal dinner goes over well enough, the Irish mule helping with every single speech that's given and every horror story of your childhood that is told. Luckily for you, Vee didn't ask you to be in her bridal party so you didn't have to attend the actual wedding rehearsal, and even better you won't have to deal with her for the real thing tomorrow.

Eddie does great at dinner, he talks to your father who surprisingly likes him, both getting along over their love for vintage cars. Your soon to be brother in law and his groomsmen also get along with Eddie, they laugh and cut up most of the time while clinking beer bottles together. Not to mention every single woman there wanted to get into his pants, swooning at everything he said and giving him the 'fuck me' eyes while doing it.

You hated it, every single minute of it. Like always you were ignored, simply looked over until some story was being told where you were ultimately the joke of. Any time someone asked you what you were doing with your life, you were met with cringing smiles and snickering laughs.

Four separate times your mother commented on your dress, the way it fit, the price value of it, and how it really wasn't a good color on you. All of your sisters friends rolled their eyes and whispered back and forth while staring at you, aunts and uncles acted dumbfounded when you told them that you were a freelance writer for a small music magazine back in Indy, and your cousins made comments about how badly you look since the last time you saw them.

It didn't matter anyway, even if your sister asked how you managed to get a stand up guy like Eddie to agree to be with you, in front of all of the guests. You had to remind yourself that you were there for the free booze and food or whatever the hell Eddie said in the car on the way here.

This wasn't a popularity contest for you, it was simply you being forced to do something against your wishes because your mother said so. You asked yourself why you even listened to her in the first place while letting the brown liquor burn in your stomach.

Why was it so important that you even showed up here? Why did you have to come to the awarding ceremony of favorite kid when you knew you weren't going to win? Why would you even set yourself up for such failure just because your mom said so?

Well, you're answer came when a flushed faced Eddie was laughing with your grandparents at one of the round tables in the corner. His eyes crinkled at the sides and his head was leaned back so you had a clear view of the neck you loved so much.

Then you looked over at your sweet looking grandparents who laughed loudly at whatever was said. Your grandmother had her hands on her cheeks, shaking her head back and forth, and beaming brightly. Your grandfather smiled around his cigar, big round belly jumping with laugher, and his cheeks smooshing up against the frames of his big glasses.

You didn't come here to win a competition. You didn't come here because your mother threatened you within an inch of your life if you didn't. You didn't come here because you thought it would be fun.

You showed up because you wanted to prove to the people who doubted you for so long just how happy you were. You wanted to prove that happiness doesn't come from the amount of money in your account or how many rooms sit in your house. You came here because you wanted to prove that they were wrong, that the grass on the other side of the fence could be green too, and that someone who grew up differently that you could still do amazing things.

Eddie was someone that your father would've had you kicked out over bringing him home in high school. Eddie was the boy your mother would tell you to stay far away from. Eddie was the kind of guy that your sister wouldn't look twice at because of who he was.

But right now, during the beautiful dinner the night before your sister's wedding, your best friend/fake boyfriend has them all wrapped around his guitar calloused finger.

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Not much has been said between you and him, especially when he was the man of the hour. You're not really complaining though, you're happy that he made a good impression with them. When the night began to settle into your bones and the alcohol started to make you tipsy, you slyly walked up to Eddie and tugged on his sleeve to let him know it was time to go.

On the walk back to the room, you sway slightly with every step you take, balancing on the walls with one hand while the other holds your strappy heels. When Eddie stops and turns to the door of your room, you all but smack into him with clumsy steps.

While he fumbles with key, you're in blissful content with your eyes closed. The kick of the lock and the turn of the handle doesn't even pull you out of your daze, instead you hold your arms out like a mummy and feel around until you find Eddie's clothed back.

You can tell Eddie is laughing by the large breath that passes through his nose and the tell tale sign of him kissing his teeth. Large hands wrap around your wrists, guiding you into the doorway that you can't see.

Your cheeks are warm, the smile on your face is permanent, and the buzzing in your heart makes you feel light on your feet.

"Alright mummy, lets get you into bed." Letting go of his hold on you, you feel him slightly brush past you to close the door. His voice sounds like the way stars look, sparkling and bright, twinkling all around.

You giggle, eyes still shut and your nose scrunched up. "M'not a mummy but I could be if ya want."

Putting your arms out, you lean back and forth on your feet to mimicking what you think is a mummy but looks more like a zombie.

"Baaaaahhhhh, I'm a mummy. Be very afraid." You deepen your voice, dragging the syllables of every word to make them come out slower.

Eddie must be entertained because the sound of a loud raspberry comes from where he stands, the clear sign of him losing the grip on the laugh he'd been holding in.

Cracking one of your eyes open, you hope to find him with rose cheeks and dimples flashing, the look you love so much. Instead you see him, beaming at you without the shine of his canines. It's an admiring smile, one where your eyes go all gooey and your smile is simple yet dipped with so much love.

Opening your eyes all the way, you let your arms down slowly to rest by your sides, a meek look painting your face.

"Did I do good?" You ask, even though you didn't really want his opinion.

"I think you're perfect." It comes out even, smooth like the hilltops in December covered in a layer of the purest snow.

The two of you sit there for a while, soaking up the glow of each other and letting it sink into your souls. For a moment you wonder if he feels it too, the spark that you feel whenever he's around. You wonder if he feels like crying simply because he loves you that much. You wonder if he wishes this whole dating thing wasn't just a lie and that it was true, the same way you wish it was.

Once the moment ends for him, he's clearing his throat to clear any lovesick daze that's left. "I guess we better head to bed, huh?"

Scratching at the back of his neck, you try with everything in your power to not look down where his turtle neck rode up, where the patch of mouth watering hair trails from his belly button to underneath the waist of his pants.

A part of you wishes you stuck it out longer, stayed in your seat at the dinner table just to see him in his outfit longer. He asked you to help him pick it out this morning and when you think back to it, you get flustered with thinking how domesticated it felt. Making him try on different shirts and jumping for joy when he walked out of the bathroom wearing a turtleneck he swore he'd never wear. The khakis you pulled out of his suitcase was the cause of so much laughter and the pink tinge that sat on the rounds of his cheeks.

God, he looked so good, especially with his hair pulled back and the dangled earring that sat in his ear, but now it would all be a memory for you to file away in the back of your brain.

Eddie had already started taking off his dress shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed bent over and messing with the knots that kept the laces together.

The smile that once held your lips high and proud, now weigh down in a sad frown. Even after the success of the dinner and proving everyone wrong, you are now brought back to the reality of what you and Eddie were. Just friends.

"Since I'm a gentleman and I can't see to get these shoes untied, I'll let you shower first." His voice comes out strained from how hard he pulls on the knotted strings.

You don't say anything, quietly nodding your head before shuffling over to your suitcase that sits by the closet. Grabbing a sleepshirt and some shorts, you go to move around the lanky man that can't get his shoes off no matter how hard he tries.

Without a sound, you kneel in front of him, placing your clothes somewhere off to the side. Taking his calf in your hand, you place his foot on your thigh. Delicately, you remove the first shoe and then the next.

"Y'didn't have to do that." It's quiet but not enough to be a whisper, still you shrug.

"I didn't but I wanted to." It seems so simple when you say it, even though deep down inside you wanted that last piece of your fantasy before it goes away for the rest of the night.

"Will you help me with my dress?" You ask him, standing on your feet and turning so that the golden zipper is facing him.

In the mirrored closet door you can see him and how he hesitates for a moment, shaky hands lingering in the air before they close in on the gold slider.

The sound of the metal teeth unlatching from one another fills the room, clouding the unrhythmic beat of your heart. You try to remember the feeling of him on the sacred part of your skin, the way his light touch tickles you and makes goosebumps rise. You want to memorize it like your favorite song, so that when you leave this place and the fake nature of this whole thing goes away, you still have something to think about on those bad days.

It ends too soon for your liking, his hands retracting right back to the sides of his body like a measuring tape. With the fuzz of your tipsy has now wore off but the sting of everything still remains.

Giving him a small smile and muttering a thank you, you hide in the bathroom where the sound of running water hides the muffled cries that leave your throat.

Waking up felt more painful than any hangover you've ever had. The pain of Eddie's bare back facing you was heartbreaking. You force yourself not connect the freckles that litter his skin or trace your fingers along his spine and shoulder blades.

It's a sight you've seen plenty of times and sharing a bed is something you've done more than enough that you're not uncomfortable. Yet your heart squeezes, wrapping itself up in the tightest loop so that it hurts to even breathe.

The sound of his soft snores only makes it worse, imagining what he dreams about and if it's you.

You use all of the willpower that's left in your body, marching over to the small kitchenette that sits in the corner of the giant room. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you try to focus on the swirl of dark liquid mixing with the coffee creamer and how they mix together so perfectly. Without much of a peep, you slide the glass doors that lead out to the balcony and sit down in one of the plush chairs.

You look out over the mountains of colors, tracing over the lines of trees that go on for miles. Although pretentious, you think Veronica did an excellent job and choosing this location.

Sipping on the hot beverage, you watch the clouds in the blue sky go by, wondering what it would've been like if your sister asked you to be a bridesmaid. You imagine that the two of you would've actually gotten along and maybe even laughed together. You envision what it would've been like to have your mother compliment you in your gown and how it would feel to take a picture with your family where all the smiles were real.

Tears begin to burn the back of your eyes, falling rapidly like a fall rainstorm. The skin of your cheeks burn slightly from the heated trails of water that fall. You're sad and incredibly so. Within the first twenty four hours of being here, you remember how much of an outsider you really are to these people.

Even with the company of Eddie, someone that truly loves you, you still can't help but feel so fucking lonely. To put on the mask you wore for many year back on and pretend that the man standing next to you is yours to claim is harder than any other time you had to do it.

This time you weren't really faking it, the love that you showed to him, the happiness you felt with him was real, just the titles weren't. With the cool fall chill, your coffee has gone cold but your tears keep coming.

"You made yourself a cup of coffee but not one for me, and this is how I find out? That's just mean." Eddie's curly hair pokes out from the small gap in the sliding back door that he's created.

His eyes are squinted from the harshness of the morning sun but his cheeky smile is forever unwavering. Sliding a space big enough for him to go through, he stalks out onto the small space in his plaid pajama pants and a hoodie he must've thrown on.

Trying your best to cover up that you've been crying, you wipe the back of your hand across your cheeks, but Eddie still catches your movements.

Instead of embarrassing you, he sits down in the chair across from you and looks out over the balcony.

"You okay?" It's a simple enough question, one that you can answer with one word and he wouldn't pry for more information to not overwhelm you.

Sniffling, you shake your head yes and then move your gaze to where his is. "No, yeah, m'good. The view really does something for me." You say, chuckling just a bit at your own joke.

Eddie also laughs, only this time it's not as genuine as it usually is, just a hard exhale through his nose.

"Yeah, sure does." He agrees, letting his eyes follow the red and orange of the tree tops.

A calm silence falls over you two, only the sounds of the birds that fly and the ruffle of the leaves can be heard from where you sit. It's peaceful.

"You know, I really thought this weekend would be different." It comes out of your mouth as easy as the breeze that blows. Still your eyes stay trained out in front of you and past the mountains of trees.

Eddie doesn't respond but the hole that he burns through the side of your head with his eyes tell you he's listening.

"When I was little, I used to imagine the day Vee got married. I would fantasize that maybe one day we could be close enough that I could enjoy this day with her and we could be sisters for once." You exhale an uneven breath, moving your sights to the cup that still sits in your hand.

"I just wanted all of us to be a family for once. I wanted my mom to actually act like she liked me, for my dad to say that for once he was proud of who I was, and for Veronica, I just wanted her to say she's happy that I'm her little sister."

Just like that, every single thing you've carried since you were little is now out in the open, whipping around in the wind like the dead leaves. Even with the amount of burden that's been lifted, the pain still remains the same. It all hurts, stabbing you over and over again in the scars that you worked so hard to patch up.

Eddie doesn't say anything and for a moment you don't think he'll say anything at all. You watch him pull out the pack of cigarettes he had nestled in his pocket and place one in between his pretty pink lips.

Another second goes by and he's flicking the wheel of his lighter, shielding the flame away from the wind so he can light it. When the end of the smoke burns red, he takes a big inhale and then lets the cloud of smoke out.

"I know what I say won't matter," He starts before taking another drag of his smoke, "But these people don't fucking mean anything."

"They're you're family and I get that but they don't fucking deserve you, they never have. A fake boyfriend, a new haircut, or a cool job shouldn't define their love for you. They're shitty people who were blessed with an amazing person and they didn't even realize it."

Eddie looks at you the same way he speaks, with nothing but truth. You let the words settle in your mind, letting them soak in, in case you forget.

The tears that once ceased start to flow again, except this time it's from relief. It feels good that someone else sees your worth, to know someone actually holds value to you.

"It kills me that they treat you the way they do, that they can say all those things without batting an eye. I know why you asked me to come here and I know I have a job to do, but man do I want to rip them all a new asshole."

Although he speaks with fire behind the words, you have to laugh from the thought of the actions. The moment you giggle, his own smile forms.

"I hope you know that I love you and when everything is done and over with, we'll give them the bird." To make his point, Eddie raises his middle finger high into the sky.

Repeating his actions, you hold your own finger to the sky and smile happily while doing it.

Letting his arm fall back down into place, he pats the tops of your thighs and stands from the chair.

"That's my girl, now let's get ready for an open bar and free booze." Holding his open palm to you, he helps you up.

The wedding reception was what you thought it would be, drawn out and boring. The only saving grace of the whole thing was Eddie's commentary, the scruff on his face tickling you every time he leaned close to your ear.

A lot of the things he was saying was probably just to make you feel better but you did have to agree, the dress Veronica picked out was a bad rip off of Princess Diana's and it shouldn't have seen broad daylight.

You did however get choked up when the vowels started, not because you were happy with your sister but because you wish that were you and Eddie up there instead.

All and all it was okay, even though one of your brother in law's aunt's wore a hat so big you couldn't see past it most of the time.

The wedding reception though was beautiful. The décor of the manner looked exquisite against the maroon coloring of all the bridesmaids dresses. The tables had beautiful bouquets sitting in the middle and you can't help but laugh imagining your father cutting a check for all of them.

To much of yours and Eddie's delight, there is an open bar that is stacked high with pricey alcohol. Again you laugh thinking about your father having to pay the tab, which you and Eddie will be happy to run up.

So far this is the most the two of you had fun, both laughing and enjoying the company that's around you. The table you've been stuck at is also occupied by other family rejects that enjoy the titles they've been given.

Eddie's hand hasn't left your thigh, which you're more than happy about, and every so often he flexes his fingers squeezing the meaty flesh.

You feel good, the boost from the drinks and the feeling of your best friend makes you bloom like a flower in the spring. You watch as he talks to the people at your table and how his hand moves with enthusiasm. You trace the muscles in his neck and watch his adam's apple bob up and down when he speaks. Your chin sits in the palm of your hand as you watch him be himself like he always is.

He's so beautiful, he always has been, and in this moment he gets to be yours. You don't have to think about what anyone else thinks, you don't have to question how the two of you look from another's perception, because you know that your heart bleeds for him and it always will.

Eddie's your home, he's your best friend, and he's your person. You think back to what he said to you this morning and how he called you a blessing but you think he's wrong. Eddie is the true blessing. He's sweet, he's smart, and he's so fucking caring it's disgusting. Behind all the jagged features and dark clothes, he's nothing but a giant teddy bear that wears his heart on his sleeve.

"Birdie." He smiles at you, all goo and mush it makes your heart skip.

You hum in response, still sitting in the same position, looking at him as if he were a painting.

"You wanna dance?" He blushes, embarrassed by the request and you feel like you're back in junior high.

"You, Eddie Munson hate dancing." You say, scrunching your nose cutely.

Laughing loudly, he nods, "Yeah, I know, but I'd dance with you."

That breaks you out of your daze, breath catching in your throat. "O-oh, yeah. I'll um dance."

Again he stands, holding a palm out to you so he can help you up. Leaning you to the dance floor, you can't help but feel jittery despite the wine that you've consumed.

Once out on the floor, he pulls you into his chest. Strong hands grip your waist through the silk fabric of your red dress and you desperately try to fight the need that rises in your guy.

You stand stiff, unsure of what to do with yourself and Eddie's quick to help you, placing your hands around his neck where they lay contently.

He looks good tonight, even better than last night, and you hate how it makes butterflies flap around in your stomach. The black button up shirt sits nicely on his torso, wrapping his arms so deliciously you want to take a bite out of them. The black slacks he wears fit nicely and you wonder if he had them tailored and you have to ignore the want to undo the sleek black belt with a bright golden buckle that holds them up. Again his hair sits in a low bun and that silver chain peeks out at you from underneath his collar.

"I can't believe you asked me to dance to Ed Sheeran." You say breathlessly, still nervous with being this close to him.

Eddie snorts, lopsided smile forming on his lips. "What, a guy can't like Ed Sheeran and metal? That's gatekeeping, sweetheart." He teases.

Rolling your eyes, you try to ignore that tingle that settles in your cheeks. "Whatever you say, Munson."

"I'm serious, Thinking Out Loud was in my top ten last year." The two of you hold eye contact until you can't take it anymore, both bursting into laughter at his admission.

"That's something you shouldn’t repeat." You sputter at him and he laughs even harder.

"Hey, I like this song, okay?" He defends, still swaying back and forth with you.

Raising your hands in defense, you pull back on your clowning for the sake of your friend. Placing your arms back around his neck, you lean your head on his chest and try to hear the beat of his heart.

The scent of him floods your nose, cologne and smoke, whiskey and linen, and you wish you could bottle it to keep forever.

"Why do you like this song anyway? It's kind of basic." You mutter at him.

His shoulders lift in a shrug, and he takes a moment to respond. "Honestly, I like it cause it reminds me of you."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you remove your head to look up at him.

"Wha'do you mean?" You mumble, eyes searching his for some sort of answer.

Looking bashful again, red tints his cheeks and ears in a blush. Sticking his tongue out to wet his lips, he hesitantly answers.

"I always felt like he said everything I couldn't, ya know? Everything I ever wanted to say to you, he put in a song."

It feels like the whole world stops, that time freezes and it's just the two of you. You're in shock and for some reason you can't wrap your head around anything he's saying.

"What?" You say harshly and again he shrugs, shying away from your burning focus on him.

"Reminds me of you and everything I ever felt about you. I always wanted to call you mine but if you hadn't noticed, I'm a chicken shit."

You don't say anything, instead you stare at him with your mouth wide open. Eddie starts to loose his cool, frantically flexing his fingers against the material of your dress, looking around at anything but you.

"Sorry, I - shit, I really fucked this up," He doesn't get to finish his sputtering apology because you quickly smash your lips into his.

His lips taste like brown liquor and chapstick, like love and forever, and you can't believe you waited this long to experience it. Two heart sync as one, two people fall together like the leaves outside, and anxieties are finally laid to rest.

You hate that you pull away first but the need for air is too much. Eddie bends enough so that his forehead leans on yours, both looking into each other eyes living in the moment of your blissed out hearts.

"Tell me if I'm being too forward but do you wanna get out of here?" He flirts and you respond simply by pecking his lips once more.

"Thought you'd never ask."

thank you all for reading!!! love you guys <3

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#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #honey's birthday bash #honey's holiday celebrations

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more farleigh hc’s bc i have no self control and working on other farleigh content!

asks are always open!!

not proofread minors dni

- love love loves mocking you, adding to what i’ve said before about making you feel small. he’ll literally pinch you expecting and “ow.” or “farleigh stop it.” to which he CROUCHES down to your level with an “ow! farleigh stop it!” in a pitched mocking tone. self-satisfied grin looking all too familiar plastered on his face. he’s a bully!

- lap sitter! lap inviter! there’s never a time where he doesn’t take the opportunity to sit on your lap. sometimes dramatically swinging his lanky arms and legs around you, engulfing you completely. of course he doesn’t mind if you sit on his lap either, if anything he sometimes prefers it. sometimes his intentions aren’t so innocent, hips shifting and readjusting himself any time you move. and he knows you realize he’s started to get frustrated, but you pretend not to notice, continuing your conversation with felix while farleigh sits beneath you hot and bothered. it’s the psychological games the two of you play that keeps you glued. no matter how childish or petty

- he’s knows you aren’t huge with pda, but will still test or even sometimes push your limits. he’ll use the bud of his cigarette to point direction to your untied sandals, “awe, is someone not smart enough to tie their shoes before they go out? let me help you baby.” without warning he’ll literally place his cigarette in your mouth before getting down on his knees to fix and readjust your shoes. fingers tickle and linger, and he went down his fingertips kissed down your thighs and legs, just being extra as he naturally is. and he’s making steady eye contact with you as he’s completing his promised task. and when he’s on his way back up, his pink heart shaped lips press a few kisses on your stocking-clad legs. eyes looking intently as he watches you blush and squirm, cigarette bobbing around your mouth before he takes it back. and he does it in front of everybody too. he makes it hard for you to keep up the ‘idc about you’ act. he’s evil y’all!

- the two of you spend a lot of time trunkless in the field

- to add to the perv allegations i made before, his room is placed directly in front of the lake, he can get a good view of everything and everyone. best believe he’s watching you when you go and take your late night dips. lip hung heavy when he watches you, legs lazily swinging in the air. after some time you caught wind that he was watching, now you make it your business to put on a show. slowly making your way across the field and to the water. making sure to purposefully face your back towards him so he can get a good look of your ass when you rid yourself of your clothes. and after frolicking and swimming for a while you get out, hair dripping wet, allowing huge droplets to cascade down your intoxicating frame. and right when he feels like he’s being so slick and sneaky, you make direct eye contact with him. even giving him a small wave so he knows he’s not trippin

- whenever the family does karaoke or have any kind of dance party he’s always the first to start handing out lap dances

- FACE GRABBER esp when you’re not making enough eye contact with him like cmon that’s your thing! he’s very condescending about it too, even pinching and lightly slapping your cheek now and again. it’s the soft dom in him

- not trying to glorify drugs… but him snorting and licking his coke off of you during a party.. right

#i’m still feelin him out yall #low key a bit of a challenge #meanie rich bf ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ #saltburn farleigh #saltburn felix #farleigh saltburn #saltburn smut #saltburn #farleigh x reader #farleigh start #farleigh catton #felix catton #felix catton x reader #farleigh smut #farleigh start headcanon

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Weird Magic: the Gathering effects

Magic has a lot of cards and mechanics, so kinda wanted to try and see how well people both in and out of the community could fare at one of these. For fairness, I limited things to paper, tournament-legal cards, none of the joke sets or digital exclusive ones. Using current versions of each card's text, presented here as excerpts. Order for the poll was randomized. Reblog for a bigger sample size hopefully outside the magic community.

#mtg #magic #the gathering #poll #rules text #kind of experiment #card games #weird effects

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Little Dove

Quinn Hughes x Reader

a:n Here is part 2, the only thing I could think of while writing this was 'The Gold' by Phoebe Bridgers. I think it really speaks for how y/n sees the situation and her life at the moment.

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Summary: He's everything she wants. He's everything she wished she had. All she wanted was him. The hot and cold game has finally reached its limit.

Word Count - 5046

The sleek, black limo glided up the long, winding driveway, its polished exterior gleaming under the warm sunlight. As it approached the magnificent mansion, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the opulent surroundings.

The meticulously manicured lawn stretched out before her, a lush carpet of vibrant green grass that looked almost too perfect to be real.

In the center of the sprawling grounds, a grand fountain stood tall, its crystal-clear water cascading down the intricately carved stone tiers, creating a soothing symphony of gentle splashes.

As the limo came to a stop near the impressive front steps, a group of well-dressed helpers emerged from the mansion's large, ornate doors. They stood at attention, their crisp uniforms and shoes polished.

Just then, the front doors swung open, and Y/N's grandmother stepped out, a vision of elegance and grace. She was dressed in an all-white ensemble, the flowing fabric of her dress billowing gently in the breeze.

Her delicate hands were adorned with pristine white gloves, and a strand of exquisite pearls rested against her neck, catching the light and adding to her air of sophistication.

The driver swiftly exited the limo and rushed to Y/N's side, opening the door with a practiced flourish. He offered his hand, assisting Y/N and her mother out of the vehicle with the utmost care and reverence.

As they walked closer to the steps, Y/N's grandmother's face lit up with a warm, genuine smile. "Oh, darling, how I've longed to see you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with affection. "Come here, little dove."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion as she stepped into her grandmother's embrace. The older woman's arms wrapped around her, enveloping her in a comforting warmth that seemed to chase away all the stress and disappointment she had been carrying. It had been so long since anyone in her family had shown her such pure, unconditional love and acceptance.

Y/N breathed in the sweet, familiar scent of her grandmother's perfume, a delicate blend of chamomile and sugar.

The softness of her grandmother's gloves against her skin was a soothing contrast to the cold, impersonal interactions she was used to with her parents.

Around them, the grandeur of the mansion seemed to fade into the background, the lavish furnishings and priceless works of art becoming mere footnotes in the presence of Y/N and her grandmother.

Once they separated Y/N's grandmother cupped her face with her gloved hands, her eyes shining with pride and adoration. "Let me look at you, my dear," she said softly, taking in every detail of Y/N's appearance. "You've grown into such a beautiful young woman."

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The posse entered the sun room, Y/N was struck by the sheer elegance of the space. The room was flooded with natural light, the sun's rays filtering through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the meticulously landscaped gardens beyond.

In the center of the room, a grand table was set with the finest china and silverware, each place setting arranged with precision and care. The aroma of freshly prepared delicacies filled the air, making Y/N's mouth water in anticipation.

As they took their seats, the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and the clinking of glasses. However, after a while, Cherise turned to Y/N with a knowing smile and asked her to accompany her for a walk in the garden.

Arm in arm, the two women strolled through the lush, meticulously maintained grounds. The garden was a true work of art, with winding paths that led through a maze of fragrant rose bushes, towering topiaries, and bubbling fountains.

Cherise broached the subject that had been weighing on her mind. "Tell me, dear, when will you settle down?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "It hurts me to see you alone."

Y/N shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm not alone, grandmother," she replied, her voice soft but filled with contentment. "I am with someone. Nothing serious, but things are going smoothly now. He makes me happy."

The steady click of their heels against the pavement punctuated their words. Cherise listened intently, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Then give me a grandbaby already, if you're so happy," she teased, her laughter ringing out like a bell in the garden. Y/N couldn't help but join in, their laughter mingling with the chirping of the birds and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Y/N smiled softly as her grandmother continued, her words filled with wisdom and understanding. "I'm only joking, little dove. I would like to meet him, maybe when things get 'serious,' I guess. I want you to feel love like I have with your grandfather. You deserve that, not some beneficial marriage like your mother and father. I don't know where I went wrong with her."

Y/N nodded along, finding no reason to disagree with her grandmother's sentiment. She knew that her parents' relationship was one of convenience and status, lacking the warmth and genuine connection she craved. "I think you'd like him," she said, a hint of hope in her voice.

As they neared the house, Dedra rushed down the stairs, her face tight with impatience. "Let's go, we have to get back to work," she demanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

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Y/N stepped into her bedroom, exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders. She slipped out of her clothes and into a comfortable robe, the soft fabric caressing her skin. Settling down at her vanity, she began removing her makeup, the process of wiping away the day's mask a soothing ritual.

As she reached for her phone, she noticed a message from Quinn. Her heart skipped a beat as she opened the conversation, eager to connect with him after the emotionally draining day.

Y/N: I wish you were here with me. Today was intense.

Quinn: I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?

Y/N: It's just family stuff. They have all these expectations, and I feel like I'm constantly disappointing them.

They texted back and forth, Y/N continued getting ready, applying her makeup with practiced precision. Once she finished her base, she stood up and slipped into the red dress she had chosen for their date. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure in all the right places.

She admired her reflection in the mirror, a small smile playing on her lips as she imagined Quinn's reaction. Just then, her phone buzzed with another message.

Quinn: I'm outside.

Y/N felt a flutter of excitement mixed with nerves as she grabbed her purse and made her way to the front door. She stepped outside, the cool evening air kissing her skin as she walked towards Quinn's car.

He had his windows rolled down, a smile on his face as he watched her approach. His eyes roamed over her body appreciatively, taking in the sight of her in the stunning red dress.

"Looking good," he said, his voice smooth and filled with admiration.

Y/N felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty swirling within her. “Thanks hottie.” she said as she slid into the passenger seat. She knew that her feelings for Quinn were growing stronger each day, but the fear of him not wanting her scared beyond comprehension.

Quinn pulled out of Y/N's driveway, he glanced over at her, his gaze lingering for a few seconds. The curiosity in his eyes was evident. "So where is this restaurant you were telling me about or is it some kind of surprise?" she asked, leaning over the middle console.

He smiled mysteriously, enjoying the playful anticipation that hung in the air between them. "You'll just have to wait and see," he teased. Quinn chuckled at her betrayed expression, shaking his head in amusement as he focused on the road ahead.

conversation flowed easily between them, filled with laughter and the occasional playful jab. Even though they talked about nothing of great importance, Y/N found herself thoroughly enjoying the simple pleasure of Quinn's company.

city lights flashed by the windows, painting the interior of the car with a kaleidoscope of colors. Y/N leaned back in her seat, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her.

As they continued driving, y/n’s curiosity got the better of her once more. "Come on, Y/N, give me a hint," she pleaded, eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm dying to know where you're taking me."

Quinn laughed, the sound filled with genuine joy. "Patience, dear," he chided gently, reaching over to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I promise it'll be worth the wait."

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Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine as Quinn's strong hands grasped her waist, his touch both thrilling and comforting. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and saw a glimmer of affection and excitement reflected back at her.

"Lead the way," she said softly, a smile playing on her lips as she allowed him to guide her towards the restaurant.

As they approached the entrance, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the establishment. The facade was a masterpiece of modern architecture. The name of the restaurant was emblazoned above the doors in elegant, golden script.

Quinn's arm remained securely around her waist as they stepped through the doors. The interior of the restaurant was just as breathtaking as the exterior, with plush carpets, glittering chandeliers, and rich, velvet draperies.

The hostess led them to their table, she glanced at Quinn, taking in the way his suit hugged his athletic frame and the confident, easy smile that played on his lips. When they were seated, Quinn reached across the table and took her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers. She squeezed his hand in return.

They perused the menu, discussing the various options and sharing bites of each other's dishes. Quinn enthusiastically shared his plans for preparing his hockey team for the upcoming season. He spoke about new training regimens, team-building exercises, and strategies he hoped to implement.

Y/N listened intently, her eyes focused on Quinn as he passionately described his goals and aspirations.

However, at one point, Quinn glanced over at Y/N, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. He wondered if she was truly interested in the intricacies of his hockey career or if he was boring her with the details. Y/N, sensing his uncertainty, quickly broke into a smile and laughed, hoping to ease his worries.

"Everything about you interests me, Quinn," she said earnestly, reaching across the table to take his hand in hers. "I could never get bored of you. Being around you makes me happy, ya know?"

The sincerity in her voice was evident, but Quinn's reaction was not what Y/N had expected. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hand stiffening under her touch. An awkward silence fell between them, the air thick with tension.

Quinn cleared his throat, his eyes darting around the restaurant as if searching for an escape. "Y/N," he began, his voice strained, "I... I think we need to talk."

Y/N felt her heart sink, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. She withdrew her hand from his, folding her arms across her chest as if to protect herself from the words she knew were coming.

"I care about you, Y/N. I really do," Quinn continued, his gaze finally settling on her face. "But I need you to understand that I'm not looking for anything too serious right now. I thought we were on the same page about that."

Y/N nodded slowly, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. She knew Quinn had been clear about his intentions from the start, but somewhere along the way, she had allowed herself to hope for more.

"I know," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to pressure you."

Quinn sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not your fault, Y/N. I should have been more clear. I just... I don't want to hurt you."

The words hung heavy in the air between them, a reminder of the fragility of their connection. Y/N forced a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's okay, Quinn. We can take things slow. I'm just happy to be here with you." Quinn returned her smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. The rest of the evening was spent in polite conversation, but the earlier ease and warmth between them had dissipated.

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The pulsing rhythms of the music filled the crowded nightclub, the bass thumping through the floor and vibrating in Y/N's chest as she carefully navigated her way back to the booth where her friends were waiting. In her hands, she balanced a tray laden with six colorful cocktails, each one adorned with a tiny umbrella and a slice of fruit.

Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sight of her five best friends, all dressed to the nines and ready for a night of fun and laughter. She shimmied into the booth, sliding in next to Raven, her closest confidante.

"Ladies, I present to you six drinks for six beautiful women," Y/N announced, her voice rising above the din of the club. She passed out the cocktails, each one met with a chorus of excited cheers and appreciative nods.

The women wasted no time in downing their drinks, the sweet, fruity flavors masking the potent alcohol within. As they finished, they let out exaggerated gasps and howls of delight, the alcohol already beginning to work its magic and loosen their inhibitions.

Raven leaned in close to Y/N, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, see anyone you like?" she drawled out, her voice low and conspiratorial.

Y/N surveyed the dance floor, her gaze roving over the writhing bodies and the flashing lights. She had to admit, there were plenty of attractive men in the club tonight, their bodies moving in perfect sync with the pulsing beat.

"A few," she admitted, a sly smile playing on her lips. "But no one interesting enough to take home, that's for sure."

Raven giggled at Y/N's response, her laughter infectious and carefree. She scanned the room herself, her eyes suddenly widening as she spotted someone across the way.

"Well, I see one eyeing you up over there," she said, pointing discreetly in the direction of the bar.

Y/N followed Raven's finger, her gaze landing on a devastatingly handsome man with curly black hair and a chiseled jawline. He was leaning against the bar, his back pressed against the polished wood, and his eyes were locked on Y/N, a smoldering intensity in his gaze.

Y/N felt a flush of heat rush through her body as she met his stare, her heart skipping a beat in her chest. She raised her hand in a small wave, a coy smile playing on her lips.

But even as she flirted with the stranger across the room, Y/N couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt that tugged at the back of her mind. She thought of Quinn and the uncertain status of their relationship.

"I don't know, Raven," she said, her voice tinged with hesitation. "I haven't ended things with Quinn yet. It would feel wrong to pursue someone else."

A collective groan sounded from the table, as her friends all chimed in with their opinions.

"Girl, you're single. Do what you want," one said, her voice firm and encouraging.

"Quinn's not here tonight. What he doesn't know won't hurt him," another added, her tone mischievous and daring.

Y/N bit her lip, torn between her desire to let loose and have fun and her loyalty to the man she cared for.

She knew things with Quinn were complicated, that he had been distant and evasive in recent days. But still, the thought of betraying his trust, even in a moment of drunken weakness, made her stomach churn.

As she sat there, surrounded by the pulsing energy of the club and the encouraging words of her friends, Y/N knew she had a decision to make. She could play it safe, go home alone and wait for Quinn to come around. Or she could take a chance, let herself get swept up in the moment and see where the night might lead her.

With a deep breath and a final glance at the handsome stranger across the room, Y/N made her choice.

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The heat of the crowded dance floor was almost unbearable as Y/N swayed to the pulsing beat, her body moving in perfect sync with the mysterious man from the bar. His hands were on her hips, his touch searing through the thin fabric of her dress and setting her skin ablaze.

The dance floor was a sea of moving bodies, gyrating and swaying to the music as the multicolored lights flashed and swirled overhead, casting a kaleidoscope of hues across the sweat-slicked skin of the dancers.

Y/N felt the heat rising from the packed bodies around her, the air thick with the scent of perfume, alcohol, and pheromones. She moved in perfect rhythm with the mysterious man from the bar, their bodies impossibly close as they lost themselves in the primal, sensual flow of the music.

His hands roamed over her curves, his touch both electrifying and possessive as he pulled her flush against his muscular frame. Y/N could feel the hard planes of his chest pressing against her back, his hips grinding against hers in a way that sent shivers of desire racing down her spine.

Clinking glasses and raucous laughter from the nearby bar mixed with the pounding bass, creating a heady cocktail of sensory overload.

Y/N felt dizzy with the rush of it all, her head spinning from the alcohol and the intoxicating presence of the man behind her. As the song reached its crescendo, he leaned in close, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck as he mumbled something in her ear, his words almost lost in the pounding music.

Y/N turned in his hold, pressing her back against his chest and feigning ignorance. "Sorry, the music is really loud. I can't hear you," she shouted over the din, a coy smile playing on her lips.

She felt his chest rumble with laughter, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. He tightened his grip on her arm, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

"I said, come home with me," he repeated, his voice low and husky, filled with unmistakable desire. Y/N's heart raced at his bold suggestion. She knew she should say no, that leaving with a stranger was a dangerous game. But the alcohol in her system and the electric chemistry between them made it hard to think straight.

She turned to face him, a playful shrug on her shoulders. "I can't leave my friends alone tonight," she said, her voice apologetic. "But how about I give you my number instead?"

The man's face hardened, a flash of annoyance crossing his features. He scoffed, as if offended by her suggestion, and shook his head in disbelief.

"Fine," he said, his tone clipped as he extended his phone towards her. "Put it in."

Y/N took the device, her fingers trembling slightly as she typed in a fake number, purposely transposing the digits. She couldn't risk giving him her real contact information, not when she was still unsure of her feelings for Quinn.

She handed the phone back and fixed him with a stern look. "Now, shut up and dance," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. The man's eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger burning in their depths. He grabbed her wrist, his grip tight and possessive.

"You think you can just tease me like that and walk away?" he growled, his face inches from hers. "I don't take kindly to being led on." Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. She tried to pull away, but his hold was too strong.

"Let go of me," she said, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and fear. "I don't owe you anything."

Around them, the other dancers continued to move, oblivious to the drama unfolding in their midst. Y/N's friends were nowhere to be seen, lost in the sea of writhing bodies and flashing lights.

The man's grip tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. "No one rejects me!”

With a sudden burst of strength, Y/N wrenched her arm free, stumbling backwards and nearly losing her balance. She turned on her heel, pushing through the crowd as she desperately searched for her friends.

Her heart was racing, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

…

Y/N stumbled out of the nightclub, her heart pounding and her head spinning from the encounter. The cool night air hit her skin, providing a momentary relief from the stifling heat of the dance floor.

She leaned against the rough brick wall, her hands shaking as she fumbled with her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she found Quinn's name.

She hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over the call button. Things between her and Quinn had been strained lately, and she wasn't sure if he would even answer. But as a wave of nausea washed over her, the severity of the situation hit her, and she knew she needed help.

Y/N pressed the button, holding the phone to her ear as she tried to steady her breathing. The line rang once, twice, and then a third time before Quinn's voice finally filled her ear.

"Hello?" he answered, the sound of music and laughter echoing in the background.

"Quinn," Y/N said, her voice trembling. "I... I need you."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Y/N feared he would hang up on her. But then Quinn's voice returned, this time laced with concern.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Where are you?"

She took a shuddering breath, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I'm at Taipei," she said, her words coming out in a rush. "I... I was dancing with this guy, and he... he tried to... I don't know, I just... I need you to come get me. Please."

There was another pause, and Y/N could hear the sound of Quinn moving, the background noise fading as he stepped away from wherever he was. "I'm on my way," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. "Stay where you are, okay? I'll be there as soon as I can."

Y/N nodded, even though she knew he couldn't see her. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat.

As the call ended, Y/N slid down the wall, hugging her knees to her chest as the tears finally spilled over. She felt sick to her stomach.

…

"Y/N!"

She looked up, her vision blurry with tears, to see Quinn running towards her, his face etched with worry. He dropped to his knees beside her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her trembling frame.

"I'm here," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.

Y/N clung to him, burying her face in his chest as the emotions she had been holding back finally broke free. She sobbed openly, her body shaking with the force of her tears as Quinn held her close, his hands rubbing gentle circles on her back.

Y/N's voice trembled as she spoke, her words laced with a mixture of sadness and desperation. "What have you been doing? It's been days, Quinn. Days without a single word from you."

Quinn froze, caught off guard by her sudden questioning. He stumbled over his words, trying to find the right response. "I... I've been busy, Y/N. You know how it is."

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, I don't know how it is. You don't want to talk to me? Is that what this is?" Her voice cracked, the pain in her heart spilling out into her words. "I don't want to do this with you anymore if you don't want to be with me eventually, Quinn. I can't keep going on like this."

Quinn reached out to her, his eyes pleading. "Y/N, please. Let's not do this now. We'll talk in the morning, okay? When we've both had a chance to clear our mind, and we’re home in bed."

But Y/N couldn't hold back the flood of emotions any longer. She looked at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of the affection she so desperately craved. "Do you feel anything for me, Quinn? Even just a little?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Of course I do Y/N..."

"Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just be honest with me then. Am I not good enough? Is that why you've been pulling away?"

Quinn's heart ached at the sight of her pain, but he couldn't find the words to comfort her. He knew that his own doubts and fears had been holding him back, preventing him from fully committing to their relationship.

"It's not that, Y/N. It's just... complicated."

She let out a bitter laugh, the sound cutting through the cool night air. "Complicated. Right. That's what it always is with you, isn't it?"

Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling incredibly small and vulnerable. She looked up at the sky, the stars blurring together through her tears. "I can't keep doing this, Quinn. I can't keep going on dates and sleeping with you, only to be pushed away. It hurts too much."

Quinn's voice wavered as he spoke, his words laced with a deep, aching sadness. "Y/N, please just let me explain at a better time."

But Y/N couldn't hold back the flood of emotions that threatened to consume her. She looked at him, her eyes shimmering with tears that refused to fall.

"If I could go back to the night we met, I would never have agreed to this," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "You make me feel so loved and like you care about me, then you ignore me when I say anything that sounds like I care about you."

The night seemed to grow colder around them, the stars fading into the inky blackness of the sky.

Quinn took a step towards her, his hand outstretched. "I don't mean to hurt you. At all," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

"What I want is complicated, Y/N. You're so good to me. If I allowed myself to ruin it, I would never forgive myself." Quinn felt his own heart constrict, the depth of her pain hitting him like a physical blow.

Y/N shook her head, a single tear finally escaping and rolling down her cheek. "But don't you see? You're already ruining it. By pushing me away, by refusing to let yourself feel what I know is there."

He wanted so badly to take her in his arms, to promise her that everything would be okay. But he knew that he couldn't make that promise, not when he was still so unsure of his own heart.

Y/N's shoulders shook with silent sobs, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if to hold the pieces of her shattered heart together. "I don't need you to be perfect, Quinn. I just need you to be honest with me. To stop running away from what we both know is true."

She turned to walk away, Quinn reached out and grabbed her hand. With a gentle tug, he pulled her into his chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around her trembling frame. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as Quinn's lips brushed against her forehead.

Quinn inhaled deeply, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair, the warmth of her body against his own. Before Y/N had a chance to protest, to pull away from his embrace, Quinn gently guided her towards his car.

He opened the passenger side door, his hand resting on the small of her back as he helped her inside. With a tender touch, he reached over and clipped her seatbelt, his fingers lingering on the soft skin of her neck for just a moment longer than necessary.

As Quinn slid into the driver's seat, he could feel the weight of Y/N's gaze on him but he couldn't find the words to reassure her, couldn't find the courage to voice the depths of his own feelings.

Instead, he put the car in drive, the engine humming to life as they pulled away from the curb. Y/N turned her head towards the window, her eyes fixed on the expanse of the city that stretched out before them. Tears slipped silently down her cheeks, the glittering lights of the skyline blurring together through her watery vision.

The drive was silent, the only sound the steady thrum of the engine and the distant wail of sirens in the night. Quinn's hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension as he navigated the familiar streets that led to Y/N's home.

The sight of her own front door, the promise of solitude and comfort, was a balm to her aching heart. Quinn cut the engine, the sudden silence deafening in the confines of the car.

He moved quickly, exiting the driver's side and rounding the front of the car to open Y/N's door. She stumbled slightly as she stepped out, her legs unsteady beneath her. Quinn's hand found the small of her back once more, his touch a gentle guide as they walked together towards her front door.

With a sense of déjà vu, Quinn reached into his pocket and pulled out the spare key Y/N had given him months ago, he slid the key into the lock, the click of the tumblers echoing loudly in the stillness of the night.

As the door swung open, Y/N stepped inside, the familiar scent of home enveloping her like a warm embrace. She turned to face Quinn, her eyes searching his face for any sign of the love and affection she so desperately craved.

But his expression was unreadable, his own emotions carefully guarded behind a mask of stoic resolve.

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✰ Don’t start something you can’t finish ✰

Paring: |OT8 x Reader|

Genre: Slightly Suggestive

Words: 3.6k

Chan:

In the dimly lit night club, the pulsating music set the rhythm for Y/N and Chan as they danced closely. Y/N couldn't resist the way Chan’s hand

gently trailed down her back, sending electric waves of pleasure cascading through her body. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, a beautiful dance of desire and longing.

As the music swirled around them, Y/N could feel the heat emanating from Chan's body, igniting a fire deep within her. She leaned in closer, her lips grazing his earlobe teasingly. "You know, Chan," she whispered seductively, "I love how you always think you're in control."

A mischievous smile played on Y/N's lips as she felt his grip on her waist tighten slightly. She could sense his anticipation, his desire to match her playful banter. Chan's eyes met hers, filled with a mixture of amusement and hunger.

"Princess," he murmured huskily, his voice dripping with a teasing edge, "don't start something you can't finish."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his response, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Challenge accepted, she thought to herself. With a wicked grin, she gently broke away from him, swaying to the rhythm of the music as she retreated further into the dark recesses of the club.

Chan watched intently as Y/N weaved through the crowd like a siren in the night, her luscious curves catching the dim lights, casting alluring shadows on the dance floor. He followed her with his eyes, unable to resist the magnetic pull she had over him. With every step she took, the tension between them grew, an invisible thread connecting their souls.

Y/N knew exactly what she was doing. Her body moved with a tantalizing grace, drawing Chan deeper into her game. Each sway of her hips, each twirl of her body, was an invitation for him to chase after her. She could feel his gaze burning into her back, a mixture of desire and frustration.

As Y/N reached the edge of the dance floor, she turned to face him, a seductive smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her eyes locked with Chan's, a silent challenge passing between them. She knew he wouldn't back down easily.

Chan's heart raced as he made his way towards Y/N. The air crackled with anticipation as he closed the distance between them, his steps filled with determination. He couldn't resist her playful teasing, couldn't resist being drawn into her intoxicating spell.

Finally reaching her side, Chan pulled Y/N closer, his hand sliding possessively around her waist. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable. Y/N's breath hitched as she felt Chan's lips ghost over her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her skin, a silent invitation for him to continue.

"You think you can just tease me like this, princess?" Chan whispered against her ear, his voice low and filled with a mix of desire and warning. "You have no idea how much control I actually have, my dear."

Minho:

Y/N playfully flicked a strand of hair, smirking as she eyed her boyfriend Minho in their bedroom laying on the bed. “Baby I’m bored” Y/N said crawling next to him. Minho reached out to grip her waist firmly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh really? And what do you propose we do about that, love?" he replied, his voice laced with playful challenge.Y/N laughed, a warm, seductive melody that filled the room. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Minho's heart rate spiked at her teasing tone. He knew she loved playing games, loved pushing him to his limits. It was their little secret, their unspoken language that only they understood.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “ Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Y/N's eyes widened at Minho's words, a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. She loved the way he always matched her playful banter, pushing her further with his words. With a sly smile, she traced her finger along the line of his jaw, teasingly grazing his lips before pulling away.

"Is that a challenge?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Because I'm always up for a challenge."

Minho's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin possessively. His eyes flickered with desire as he met her gaze, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. They were both aware of the intense chemistry that existed between them – an electric connection that ignited whenever they were near each other.

Leaning in closer, Minho brushed his lips against hers, teasingly pulling away before Y/N could deepen the kiss. He enjoyed playing this game as much as she did – the push and pull, the dance of desire that kept their relationship exhilarating.

"Let's see who can finish it," he whispered huskily, his warm breath sending shivers down Y/N's spine. His hands trailed up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer.

With a playful smirk, Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Bring it on, Minho."

Changbin:

Y/N's mischievous smile grew wider as she and Changbin joined their friends for dinner. Casually, she placed her hand on his thigh, inching it down slowly.Changbin might have feigned surprise at her forwardness, but he knew Y/N's touch was always a catalyst for their playful banter. He smirked, less than subtlety returning the gesture.

"I thought we were supposed to be on our best behavior around company," he teased, affecting a stern look.

Y/N feigned innocence, looking around the table before meeting his gaze once more. "What are you implying, sweetheart?" she asked, lips curling into a knowing smile.”Don’t start something you can’t finish” Changbin whispered in her ear.

Changbin tightly holds onto Y/N's hand, which rests on his thigh, a silent challenge in his eyes. His voice dripped with husky promises. "Y/N, always trying to push me to my limits." She gave him a sultry smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"And what's wrong with that, darling?" Her fingers trailed up his arm before she gently wrapped them around his neck. Her gaze locked with his, a silent promise of the fire that was about to ignite between them.

Their friends noticed the tension between them, their laughter fading into the background as their eyes remained locked in a battle of desire and anticipation. Y/N could feel the heat radiating from Changbin's body, fueling the passion that was about to unleash within her.

"I always seem to be winning these games, don't I?" His eyes twinkled with devilish amusement. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, her breathing growing shallow.

"Do I make you nervous, baby?" She asked teasingly, her lips brushing against his ear.

Changbin chuckled, his fingers still gripping her hand. "You should be the one feeling nervous," he replied, his voice low and throaty, "because I always play to win."

The tension between them was palpable, as if they were the only two people in the room. Y/N couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through her veins, the anticipation of what was to come. Changbin had always known how to push her buttons, how to draw her into his web of desire and temptation.

As the conversation around them continued, Y/N sneaked a glance at the clock, noting the time. It was getting late, and their friends were starting to disperse, leaving the two of them alone in the dimly lit restaurant.

With a mischievous grin, Y/N leans in close to Changbin. "It's getting late, don't you think we should be getting home?" her voice low and sultry, her breath warm against his ear.

Changbin's eyes flickered with desire, his grip on her hand tightening. He knew what Y/N was suggesting, and he was more than ready to take her up on it. With a smirk, he releases her hand and stands up from the table, extending it towards her.

"Lead the way, my dear," he says, his voice low and throaty.

Hyunjin:

Y/N playfully raised an eyebrow as she caught Hyunjin’s reflection in the bathroom mirror, a teasing glint in her eyes Y/N playfully raised an eyebrow as she caught Hyunjin's reflection in the bathroom mirror . She had just finished getting ready for their date, and now, as she stood in her lacy black dress, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of confidence wash over her.

The way Hyunjin's eyes lingered on her only fueled the fire within. “Baby can you help me zip my dress up”Hyunjin turned his head to face Y/N, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips. He took a step closer, his dark eyes filled with desire as he reached out to grasp the zipper of her dress.

His fingers brushed against the smooth fabric, tracing a tantalizing path up her spine, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Y/N bit her lip, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as Hyunjin's touch sent electricity coursing through her veins. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she loved every second of it.

"Don't start something you can't finish," he warned in a low voice, his breath tickling her ear.A playful glint danced in Y/N's eyes as she leaned in closer, her voice laced with a innocent tone. “ I’m not doing anything”

Hyunjin's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a devious smile. "Oh, really?" he whispered, his voice dripping with challenge. He slowly moved his hand from the zipper to the small of Y/N's back, his touch gentle yet possessive. "Because it seems to me like you're playing with fire," he murmured, his warm breath fanning over her skin.

Y/N couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through her body at his words. The air in the room crackled with tension, desire hanging in the air like a heavy fog. She tilted her head back, allowing her lips to graze against Hyunjin's jawline. "And what if I like playing with fire?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.

A low growl rumbled in Hyunjin's chest as he tightened his grip on her waist. His eyes darkened with hunger as he lowered his head, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. The world around them ceased to exist as they became lost in each other, their bodies pressed together in an intoxicating dance.

The echo of their rapid breaths filled the bathroom, their every touch igniting a wildfire within them. Y/N's hands roamed eagerly over Hyunjin's toned chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingertips. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes burning with desire. "Then let's see how you handle the heat."

Jisung:

As the night wore on, Jisung fell into a deep slumber, unaware of the creeping presence that silently approached him. He felt something rough and unyielding grinding against his body, causing him to stir in his sleep.

“Y/N what are you doing”Jisung's voice was low and husky as he slowly opened his eyes, the dim light of the room swirling with a seductive haze.

Y/N didn't stop her mischievous actions, a cheeky smile forming on her lips as she watched Jisung slowly awakening from his slumber.

The room was draped in a mystical ambiance, the moonlight seeping through the sheer curtains, casting ethereal shadows on their entwined bodies.

She leaned closer to him, her warm breath tickling his ear, sending shivers down Jisung's spine. "Just having a bit of fun, babe," she whispered playfully, her voice filled with a hint of seduction. Her fingers traced teasing patterns along his bare chest, igniting a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Jisung's eyes fluttered open fully now, meeting Y/N's gaze filled with mischief and desire. The room was charged with a palpable tension, both of them relishing in the secret game they played between themselves. The air was thick with anticipation, like a storm waiting to unleash its torrential rain.

But Jisung wasn't one to back down easily. He smirked, his voice laced with equal parts amusement and challenge. "Don't start something you can't finish," he replied, his voice low and husky, mirroring the intensity of the moment.

Y/N's laughter danced through the room like music, a sweet melody that Jisung found himself unable to resist. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer to him, “Jisung”Y/N giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in closer to Jisung's ear. "Oh, but I always finish what I start."

Felix:

Although they had a disagreement the day before, Felix still chose to take Y/N to the dance studio. Communication between them was non-existent at the moment. Felix observed as Y/N chatted with one of the backup dancers, their conversation carrying a flirtatious tone.Felix couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched Y/N interact with the charismatic backup dancer. Her laughter filled the studio, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

The way she leaned in, her body language open and inviting, stirred something within Felix.He knew Y/N had a playful side, but witnessing it in action was like discovering a hidden treasure. The way she effortlessly charmed others, the way her words flowed like silk, held a seductive power that left Felix both captivated and slightly unnerved.

As Y/N leaned closer to the dancer, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. Her voice dropped to a low whisper, a secret shared only between them. Felix strained to hear their conversation, his curiosity piqued and his heart pounding in his chest.

Felix strode over and seized Y/N's arm tightly. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.Y/N turned towards Felix, surprise etched across her face. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she said, "I was just having a simple conversation, baby.

"Felix's grip on her arm tightened, his jaw clenched as he struggled to control the surge of emotions coursing through him. He leaned in close, his voice a low growl as he whispered in her ear, "Don't start something you can't finish, Y/N."

A shiver ran down Y/N's spine at the intensity in his voice. She met his gaze defiantly, her lips parting in a seductive smile that sent his heart racing. In that moment, she knew she had pushed the boundaries, testing the limits of Felix's patience. “

"Why?" Y/N inquired, her gaze meeting Felix's with a fierce determination. He could feel her tense under his grip, but he couldn't deny the spark of defiance in her eyes, matching his own intensity.

"Because," he began, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and frustration, "you have no idea what you're getting yourself into." His words hung in the air, a warning wrapped in a promise.

Y/N's smile deepened, a mischievous glimmer dancing in her gaze. She leaned closer to Felix, her breath brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Maybe I like pushing your buttons. Maybe I want to see just how far I can take it."

Felix's chest tightened at her audacity, his heart pounding with a raw mix of desire and anger. He couldn't deny the pull she had on him, the intoxicating feeling of their shared chemistry. But he also knew that pushing the boundaries could lead them down a dangerous path.

"Y/N," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I'm not someone you can play games with. This is real." Her eyes softened for a brief moment before returning to their defiant spark. "Then prove it.”

Seungmin:

But Y/N couldn't help herself. She thrived on the playful banter between her and Seungmin, always pushing the boundaries to see just how far she could go before he snapped. And right now, with his fiery eyes boring into hers, she sensed that she had indeed crossed that line.

A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she playfully pushed him away, breaking free from his heated embrace. "Oh, come on, Seungmin," she teased, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "It's not like you can't handle a little teasing."

Seungmin's nostrils flared in response as he took a step closer, towering over her petite frame. His grip tightened around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace. His voice dropped to a low growl, sending shivers down her spine. "Don't start something you can't finish, Y/N."

Her heart raced with anticipation as she locked eyes with him, refusing to back down. She loved this dance they played, a constant push and pull that only fueled their desire for one another. And though she knew Seungmin's patience was wearing thin, she couldn't resist the temptation of pushing him further.

With a daring glint in her eyes, Y/N leaned in closer, brushing her lips against the shell of his ear. A mischievous whisper escaped her lips, laced with a hint of seduction. "Oh, but Seungmin, where's the fun in not pushing your limits? I've seen you handle much more than a little teasing before."

Seungmin's grip tightened as a low growl rumbled from deep within his chest. His eyes bore into hers with an intensity that sent a thrill coursing through her veins. He was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. Y/N knew that he was not one to back down from a challenge.

She could feel the electricity in the air as their bodies pressed closer, taunting and tempting each other like magnets drawn together.

Every breath she took was filled with the scent of his cologne, intoxicating her senses and making it hard to resist.But Y/N never backed down easily either. She reveled in the taste of danger, in the moments when she pushed boundaries and discovered new layers of passion hidden beneath the surface.

With a sly smile playing on her lips, Y/N traced a finger along the firm line of his jaw, relishing in the way his skin prick led beneath her touch. "You know, Seungmin," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire, "I think you secretly love it when I push your buttons."

Seungmin's eyes darkened, a mixture of frustration and longing swirling within them. His grip on her waist tightened even more, his fingers digging into her skin. "You have no idea what you do to me.”

Jeongin:

As the final credits of the movie began to roll, Y/N couldn't tear their eyes away from the mesmerizing sight before them. The way Y/N's hips swayed and rolled as they straddled Jeongin was captivating, a subtle yet alluring movement that drew Y/N in closer.

The dim light of the room cast shadows across their entwined bodies, adding to the intimacy and intensity of the moment. Every shift of Y/N's body against Jeongin's elicited a shiver down their spine, igniting a fire within them that was impossible to ignore.

As the music faded out and the screen turned black, all that remained was the pulsing sensation between Y/N and Jeongin.Jeongin couldn't help but let out a low growl, his hands gripping Y/N's hips tighter as they both felt the heat building between them.

The scent of Y/N's skin, a mix of their favorite perfume and the lingering aroma of the popcorn they shared earlier, was intoxicating, and Jeongin couldn't resist the urge to lean in and nuzzle the delicate curve of Y/N's neck.

Y/N laughed softly, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of their mouth. "You really can't resist, can you?" They whispered, their voice low and sultry.

Jeongin grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Don't start something you can't finish," he warned, his breath ghosting over Y/N's cheek as he spoke.Y/N chuckled, their eyes sparkling, "You're right, I wouldn't want to leave things unfinished.”As they continued to lock eyes and indulge in each other's presence, Y/N's heart raced, their chest tightening with desire.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, yet intoxicatingly so. Jeongin, too, struggled to contain himself, every touch, every embrace only fueling the flames within him.

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear, sending shivers down their spine. "Do you know how much I've wanted this?" he whispered seductively.

Y/N shivered, their breath catching in their throat. "I have an idea," they managed to respond, the intensity of the moment making it difficult to form a coherent sentence.

Jeongin's fingers traced the outline of Y/N's jaw, gently caressing their skin as his eyes locked on theirs. "Then let's make it happen," he urged, his voice low and seductive.Y/N nodded, their eyes smoldering with desire.

They leaned in to kiss Jeongin, their lips meeting softly at first, before the passion of the moment took over. The kiss was intense, fueled by the raw emotion and Y/N's eyes twinkled playfully, and they leaned closer, their lips brushing against Jeongin's ear.

"Then what should we do instead?" they asked, their voice husky with desire.Jeongin responded with a low groan, his hands tightening possessively on Y/N's hips. "I have a few ideas," he whispered, his breath warm against Y/N's skin.

As he spoke, Jeongin's lips trailed down Y/N's neck, their teeth gently scraping against the delicate flesh. Y/N shivered, their breath catching in their throat as desire coursed through them.

Y/N's hands moved restlessly, running through Jeongin's hair and pulling him closer. "Show me.”

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❝𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄……❞

𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 💭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 💭 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐱 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐰 💭 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬

( 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥! 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. )

✶ being the only biological daughter of the heinrich duchy as well as being the vice-commander of the empire’s order of chivalry was exhausting, even more so when the time-limited emperor decided to intrust his regal children’s well being to you. what aroused his sudden trust in your loyalty to follow his orders? it was beyond you, but you didn’t care.

✶ that was basically the gist of how you were betrothed to the young prince, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥, and left the military to enter the palace as the prince’s future spouse. even though this wasn’t the way you planned your future life to play out, you abandoned your dreams without much resistance. after all, you’ve gotten accustomed to abandoning your own pleasures for the sake of survival.

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 was perplexed by this engagement at first. how could his father just go ahead and betroth him to a woman he’s never met before? especially a woman who was rumored to be a savage barbarian on the battle field, the total opposite of what you’d expect from a noble lady. despite that, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 didn’t dare to oppose this decision.

✶ the biological daughter of the heinrich duchy which has been an annoying headache to 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 on the path of becoming emperor, an esteemed war hero respected in the military - which he had no control in, and most likely an ignorant girl since she left for the battlefield ever since she was young. the emperor had basically just dropped the crown itself into his hands!

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 had never felt grateful towards his cold-hearted father before, but now he couldn’t thank the emperor enough! with the chess piece named “(y/n) heinrich” in his hands, the game was basically his to win! that is, until 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 finally met his infamous betrothed…

✶ unlike the rumored woman who had no manners and looked akin to the hideous monsters she slayed, the woman standing before him was graceful. she looked the embodiment of the word ‘dignified’ in a pale white dress that was cascaded down her noble body.

✶ her face was not that of a monster’s at all, it was far, far from it. her (e/c) eyes were fascinating to stare at as it reflected the gruesome experiences of war a noble lady shouldn’t have known of. her cheeks were lightly flushed due to the heat of summer, and her lips were pouted, a gentle shade of pink that made it seem even more enticing. her daunting but warm aura was especially attractive as she didn’t seem naive like he expected at all.

✶ how could such baseless rumors be told about this sophisticated woman? and how could 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟, someone as intelligent and calculating as himself, believe those filthy lies even for a moment.

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 had to force his eyes away from his fiancée to compose himself. placing a hand on top of his chest, he bowed, taking your smaller hands into his and pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles. “it’s a pleasure to finally meet my fiancée, lady (y/n).” 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 flashed his charming smile, his grip tightening around your calloused hand thats experienced so much.

✶ you gaze at the man silently before retracting your hand, contemplating if you wanted to humiliate yourself by failing a curtsy, but decided for a hug in the end. looping your arms around him, you pulled the unsuspecting prince into a loose hug, causing the blonde to freeze up in your arms before he relaxed again. “i’m honored to be your fiancée, my prince.” 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 patted your back rather awkwardly in the hug, but nonetheless, he smiled at your warm voice.

✶ after finally moving in to the palace and spending your free time to observe the prince, you realized 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 was the total opposite of the cunning man with a bad temper that you’ve imagined. he treated you kindly and sincerely, always checking in on you to see how you’ve adjusted to the palace despite his busy schedule, and even inviting you for a story time over warm tea.

✶ and after a life filled with blood and tears, you found yourself enjoying the newfound peace you expected to be a burden, and began to unwind yourself around the prince. though, that didn’t mean you allowed yourself to completely bask in the prince’s kindness. after all, you were aware of which side your family stood on ( though you couldn’t care less ), and you could never forgot the duty the emperor entrusted to you.

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 was aware that you hadn’t completely let down your guard, but he didn’t mind. it would be fun to see you slowly adjust to his presence and eventually come seeking him out. after all, the longer you have to work for something, the more satisfying it was to finally clench it in your hand.

✶ perhaps it was due to his haughty ideals that clouded his vision, that’s why 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 didn’t realize when he became the exact lovesick puppy he imagined you to become, but the prince found himself constantly seeking to be closer. wether it be patting your shoulder, the habit of hugging you instead of a formal bow, and holding your hand while meeting with his father, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 always found his hand lingering on the heat of your skin.

✶ not only did he want to become even closer to you, he desired to know more. what was your experience on the battlefield like? do you have any scars? how did you get that scar on your back? which kingdom did the soldier that engraved the scar on the flesh of your stomach hail from? what was your favorite color? favorite tea? favorite dessert? what type of dresses did you prefer? what kinds of perfume did you like?

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s simple curiosity slowly grew into vehement interest. and without fail, whatever your response to his question was, you would find it neatly wrapped and delivered to your chambers the following day. oh, you said you preferred a simple necklace instead to a golden one? it was delivered to you the next day, with the exception the stone was a rare diamond that wasn’t so plain. you liked flowy dresses instead of puffy ones? a rack of flowy dresses in various designs and color was in your closet the following day.

✶ the gifts became so consistent that you could no longer ignore after a whole week. did rezef plan to win you over by using gifts? did he think you were that naive? was that why he’s been visiting you almost everyday? why he suggested you to move closer to his chambers?

✶ oh, but you don’t have to worry so much! 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 simply liked the sight of you adorned in his gifts from head to toe, that’s all! and his frequent visits? he merely enjoys your pleasant company and intriguing stories! moving closer to his bedroom? he’ll become your husband and you’ll have to sleep in the same bed after all, shouldn’t things change sooner so you have the chance to adjust better?

✶ in the end, your bedroom was moved to the room right next to 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟, and the prince himself couldn’t be happier with this adjustment. he was sleeping in the room right next to you! perhaps it would be soon that you guys would share warmth under the same blanket.

✶ it didn’t take a genius to realize how affectionate rezef became towards you, and it definitely can’t be excused with merely being close to each other when the engagement was basically forced upon the two of you. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟, the temperamental prince, had fallen head-over-heels for his betrothed, and you knew.

✶ his action was honestly adorable to you who never witnessed such amusing behavior at the battlefield. seeing 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 constantly crave for your touch and follow you around. oh, he’s gotten more protective? no one’s cared for you like that in the army, how sweet of him. what? he wants you to move into his bedroom? how could you reject when he stares at you with those eyes?

✶ you knew you shouldn’t be allowing this, because you were also becoming smitten by the handsome prince, but it shouldn’t cause anything bad, right? after all, your worries stemmed from the fact 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 might pit you against your own family, and you would be forced to chose him due to the engagement. but with this development, surely 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 wouldn’t risk the woman he loved? ah, that’s it! he just needed to love you! more and more. he needs to go crazy with desire for you, that way, he wouldn’t dare use you as a disposable pawn.

✶ with that decided, you allowed yourself to act more intimate towards 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟. tracing your calloused fingers on his jaw, ruffling his golden hair, pressing kisses to his knuckles, giving more frequent and longer hugs. you began to initiate all the physical contact, and 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 practically basked in this new affection. and, as the greedy man he is, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 yearned for more. just hugs weren’t enough anymore, he wanted to really feel your body against his instead of the prints of your curves. he wanted your fingers to explore more of his body. chaste kisses weren’t enough, he wanted to corner your lips and taste them. the more he wanted to take, the more jealous he became even at the slightest things.

✶ he should be the one receiving all of your attention, so why did you always smile at the amateur knights guarding the palace? why didn’t you accompany him in his office longer? why didn’t you ask him to join you for a dual instead of those unworthy knights? he was your soon-to-be husband, so he’s the only man you should be paying attention to, yet these pests dare to bask in your kindness. were they so uneducated that they’d even go after what’s not their’s?

✶ his seething jealousy was especially apparent when 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 accompanied you as your escort for a banquet to celebrate the victorious of the military. and as the vice-commander of the order of chivalry, you were required to attend, and 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 had practically begged you to take him as your escort. sure, he knew you could overpower him with your strength, but he needed to keep an eye on the pests that would look your way. what if one of them looked upon you with lustful gazes? how dare some irrelevant bastard do that when even 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 didn’t dare think of you in that way?

✶ though that was his main goal for the night and 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 wasn’t one to get distracted, seeing you all dolled up with your makeup perfectly done, your hair styled neatly, and proudly wearing the midnight gown that was matching to his own suit, along with the extravagant sapphire necklace that was the same color of his eyes, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 felt his heart burst out of his chest.

✶ “you look breathtaking,” 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 muttered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, inhaling your scent the he could never get enough of. you smiled at the prince, touching his cheek with your gloved fingers and gently pinching his nose. truly, no one would blame you for being weak towards such an adorable man.

✶ once the door to the banquet hall opened and your name was announced, practically the whole room held their breath to ogle at the lady hailing from the heinrich duchy, notorious for becoming the only female knight in the entire continent. but just as they came to realize the rumors about her hideous appearance was mere lies, they felt the murdurous stare of the prince besides her.

✶ wait, since when were they so close that prince 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 would be escorting her? why was he holding her so protectively as if he would pounce on anyone who dared to even look at her in the wrong way? the sight of the couple was ironic, really. no one in the banquet hall could tell who was more dangerous between the two of them, even though the answer should’ve obviously been the breathtaking lady knight.

✶ true to his goal for the night, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 made sure to remember the faces of anyone who dared look at you with animosity or lust. he particularly carved the appearances of noblemen who was courageous enough to ask you for a dance and blatantly ignore the way he was gripping onto your waist. those pests would be the first to die once he finally sits on the throne. would they be just as courageous with their arms and legs chopped off, he wondered?

✶ of course, you couldn’t allow 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 to continue glaring at the nobles so maliciously, so you had to calm the prince down somehow. and like usual, you would loop your arms around him, pulling him into your embrace. but the only difference this time was that many eyes were locked on the two of you. displaying your affection for him publicly like this was the equivalent of announcing to the whole world that the only daughter of the heinrich grand duchy will support the illegitimate prince! it was safe to say the nobles had been chucked into complete chaos the days after the banquet, especially the current head of heinrich.

✶ noblemen throughout the empire, wether they hail from small or grand backgrounds, gradually flocked to follow and make their decision to side with rezef. after all, they would be delusional to reject the fact an esteemed vice-commander decided to support the prince. and with their strengths alone, they could never compare to the military forces in the grasps of the prince’s fiancée. even the supporters of heinrich began to join rezef’s side in spite of the consequences. after all, the current head was a mere adopted son. and the true heir of the grand duchy was on the prince’s side. it was all thanks to you that 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 could gain so much support, and the prince couldn’t be more pleased with you.

✶ this made apparent the fact 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 couldn’t risk loosing you, because that would be the equivalent of loosing almost half of his growing support. though he never had any intentions of loosing you to anyone in the first place, and especially not that adopted son of heinrich, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 began to attach himself to you by the hip.

✶ he constantly followed you around all day ( as if he wasn’t doing that before ), and monitored every action you took. from filling out military requests in the morning, practicing your swordsmanship, and quietly reading some books, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 watched everything with half-lidded eyes. seeing you swing your sword so elegantly was especially alluring to the prince. how could you afford to look so gentle, yet swing your sword as if it was a feather? he’s never witnessed such graceful swordsmanship his entire life! he couldn’t help but admire his beautiful fiancée.

✶ and perhaps, after watching and yearning for you for so long, his patience finally began to thin. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 never found his mind wandering to dirty thoughts of a woman’s body despite it being natural for his age, because no one could attract his attention. but, you. oh, you.

✶ did your body always look so tantalizing? was the way you gazed at him always that sultry? was your voice always that honey-sweet? was the touch of your calloused hands always that tingly? he knew it. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 new that a sinful part of him was beginning to lust after you, but how could he resist the dirty thoughts? he had the most perfect woman in his grasps, how could he withstand the temptation to explore more of her?

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 didn’t want to think about you in this way. you were so kind and gentle towards him, so it felt objectifying to think like that about you after coming to peace with the resolve that he didn’t want to treat you as a mere pawn in this cruel game. he came to love you more than he’d ever expect, and he wanted to keep you by his side.

✶ yet, these scandalous thoughts kept haunting him every night, and every time he’d snap awake, you would be in his arms sleeping peacefully without a hint of the corruption within him. without fail, he would nuzzle his face into your neck, inhaling your scent to satiate the thirst burning at the back his throat. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 was embarrassed that he’s been rendered to a hormonal teenage boy because of you, but nonetheless couldn’t help it.

✶ albeit one particular night, where the cold and crisp air of approaching autumn caused you to nuzzle closer into the chest of your blonde-haired fiancée seeking for warmth, finally caused the burning thirst to erupt from his throat. just inhaling you wasn’t enough anymore, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 wanted to swallow you whole. though he doubt even that would be enough to completely quench his thirst.

✶ he pulled you impossibly closer, pressing kisses to your lips that was slightly agape, but his kisses began to derail and instead traced the shape of your jawline. he peppered kisses down to your neck, then to the warm flesh underneath the bathrobe that he never expected he would be so grateful of its existence.

✶ his fingers hastily untied the soft belt around your waist, pushing the bathrobe to the side as his hand immediately went to squeeze your hips, pulling you closer against himself to ease a bit of the tension in his own pants. no different than an unrestrained beast, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 massaged the soft flesh of your breasts, his lips sucking on your neck and leaving satisfying red marks behind. but just that wasn’t enough. he wanted to feel more of you.

✶ his longing hand let go of your breasts, wandering lower as he grazed the particular scar on your stomach, but he kept going lower. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s grip on your thigh was needy, massaging and squeezing your inner thigh until he’s had enough and finally shuffled to open your legs. your body was so pliant for him too, your legs easily separating as his fingers plunged into the heat between them. his long fingers caressed your slick-ridden cunt… was your body truly so sensitive to him despite being thick with sleep?

✶ that was the moment your voice momentarily woke him from his lustful daze. “were you that desperate, my dear prince?” you muttered, looping your arms around his neck as your soft lips collided with his own. unlike the chaste kisses you would usually give him, this one was different. it was a kiss searing with lust, just as he had yearned for your body, you also wanted his’. it made 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s chest swell with delight, and the embarrassment of being caught red-handed by you sinked to the back of his mind. now he had finally realized, you were awake the whole time, weren’t you? obviously, how could a knight who’s slept during the dangers on the battlefield not be aware of the way someone would fondle their body during the night?

✶ what a clever little thing you were, and 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 was grateful, because he didn’t have to waste any time explaining his desire for you with words. you’d give him what he wants, from the way you held onto him so tightly. you’ll finally quench his thirst and satisfy his sinful curiosity.

✶ “don’t worry, my prince,” you separated your lips from 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟, and the prince looked as if he wanted to chase you. your lips wet with saliva couldn’t help but curve into a grin, “i am all yours tonight.”

✶ that was the final straw. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s patience had finally snapped as he rose on top of you, muscular arms trapping your head in place as if daring you to move an inch. half-lidded sapphire eyes swallowed the sight of your bare body that’s prevailed through many battles, your own sultry gaze piercing through him. he suddenly felt so weak and vulnerable to his own desires.

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 panted harshly, his fingers that was caressing your cunt pressed harder, using your arousal as lubricant as his slender finger easily sink into you, earning a surprised gasp from your swollen lips. ah, he didn’t know you could sound so fragile. he wanted to hear that sound again.

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 mindlessly inserted another finger inside you and began to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing on the sensitive bud in a circular motion, which made soft hums and moans spill from your throat. ah, that’s it. louder. make more sounds. he wanted to hear your voice. he’ll be the only man to ever hear such fragile sounds escape from your lips. ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 pumped his fingers faster, massaging a particularly gummy part deep inside of you that would never fail to elicit another muffled moan from your lips. seeing you so lost in the pleasure, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 inserted another finger, your arousal dripping down your thigh and his hand.

✶ his lips found themselves latched onto the hard bud of your nipple, sucking on your breasts as the sound of your erratic heartbeat became clear to him. your moans became louder, more needy and frequent, as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of you, rubbing your clit until it was red a swollen, you felt your abdomen swirl.

✶ “..haah…ah..𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟…!” you whimpered, writhing in his embrace as the knot in your abdomen suddenly snapped, allowing an electric-like wave to wash over you.

✶ hearing the guttural moan that escaped from you, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 moved any from your breast with a lewd ‘pop’. the prince watched as he took his fingers out of you, a clear string of arousal connecting his fingers to the puffy lips of your pussy. he slowly brought his fingers to his lips, tongue lapping up your arousal from his fingers and sucking on it, gazing into your glossy eyes greedily.

✶ his fingers left his lips with another ‘pop’, a familiar grin adorning the prince’s handsome face. “are you sure you want to let me take you? once i have a taste, i’ll always want more.” 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 muttered, wiping the beads of sweat on your cheek tenderly. he was well aware of his own greed, and being the subject of his intense desire would be anything but pleasurable. “i won’t stop even if you cry or faint… i’ll keep taking and taking, tasting every inch of you until I’m satiated.” ah, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 seemed a little sad while saying that. he didn’t want you to avoid his desire, he wanted you to love him enough to embrace it.

✶ you huffed, breathing finally calming down from your high as your calloused fingers stroked 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s cheek, the prince crooning at your touch. “i’m the type of woman who has survived many things. and you, my beloved prince, is not an exception.” you eyes twinkled with fond affection, spilling with warmth as if you’d embrace him even when no one would.

✶ in that moment, time seemed to slow around the two of you, staring into each other’s nostalgia-filled eyes and reminiscing the first time you met each other. at first, the two of you always gazed in each other’s direction with caution, yet now under the pale moonlight, the wall you two had built melted like snow on a hot summer day. your hearts beat in an unbreakable rhythm to each other’s, as if there was shackles connecting you together.

✶ how ironic, the path destiny had carved for you. it was the path to hell itself, yet you couldn’t be more content. you wouldn’t want things any other way. you weren’t worried though. you were a survivor. surely you can also survive the hellish life and 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s smothering love.

#the villainess is a marionette #rezef hill #cayena hill #raphael kedrey #easterheinrich #manhwa x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere manhwa x reader #—ichigo 💭 #_𝟏𝐊𝟏𝐆𝐀𝟏_

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MDNI | 18+ | Keegan x reader

TW- some explicit language

“He’s developed a taste for you.”

I hate her.

I haven’t been the same since I laid my eyes on her, my mind instantly plagued. What gave her the right to come into my life, so unexpectedly with little to no time at all to prepare and cause such a fucking mess.

When I heard we were getting a new recruit, rumors circulated, per usual, but I never would’ve guessed that she would be the bane of my existence.

She was irresistible. Absolutely stunning. There were no imperfections about her, though I’ve searched far and wide to find them. Especially with the way her hair framed her sweet face and cascading down like a scenic waterfall, or even how her lips looked so soft and when she smiles, it was so full of life and—Fuck. Me.

Once again, I feel my chest tightening.

All I could think about was her and how tempting she is. Every muscle fiber vibrates with adoration and need. Those two put together awakened a dangerous beast within me, suffering from starvation. I don’t want just a bite. Oh no, I wanted to taste the whole damn feast, to savor on every flavor she had to offer. This was her fault.

My fists fly repeatedly with calculated precision into the battered punching bag as endorphins spike with blissful impact from each blow, gradually wearing on my knuckles.

Whenever the brewing tension began to weigh in, I would always find myself at the gym, pushing past my body’s limitations, merely attempting to distract myself from the ear-splitting and grotesque noises that reverberated through my head.

Just as I go to throw my final punch, another figment of her face comes to toy with my imagination and my fist slams into the vinyl, silencing the room with a boom.

But this time, it wasn’t my imagination. My neck swivels in the direction at the incoming sound of clapping. There she was, slowly applauding me.

“You’re quite the boxer, Sergeant. Makes me wonder if you went for the right profession.” She quips in her signature smile.

I shrug, stepping over to grab hold of my towel as beads of sweat trail down from my hairline. “Just here to pass the time.” I keep my answer short, masking my tone to be indifferent as I possibly could. But, of course, her presence alone reeled more out of me. “Why, are you trying to pick up on some private lessons?”

“Only if you’re offering.”

She knew exactly what she was doing. Her method was was subtle and intuitive. What she fails to understand is that I’ve kept my eye on her long enough to pick up on every peculiar detail about her. Y/N likes to put on a little facade for everyone — myself included — and I can’t cave into her intolerable games. Not yet at least.

“Maybe another time.” I reply as I pat the sweat from my forehead and throw the towel over my shoulder. My breathing finally levels out right before she asks,

“Is that a promise, Keegan?”

I bite the inside of my cheek when I hear my first name escape her mouth, knowing god damn well this is going to add on to the list of torment later.

“It’s a ‘Maybe another time.’” I strained with frustration billowing my tone.

I take note of the pressure on my teeth from clenching my jaw and swiftly begin to pack up my gym gear and stride out the door, leaving Y/N with nothing but a crumb.

Don’t worry, I’ll be sure that there will be a moment in time where we will have our chance. By then, I want her just as addicted to me as I am with her.

Nice try, Doll-face. But, not today...

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Rivalry.

< Jaehyun x female reader >

Never say never, because limits, like fears, are often just an illusion and so was your dislike towards him.

Part I - Espresso Martini

Hello there, this is my first time ever writing...anything, I really hope you enjoy it (if someone out there ever reads it) and may consider posting a second part as I already have it. Thank you again for taking the time to read this.

Word count: 4 k.

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You sat at your desk, staring at the computer screen in front of you. You had been working on a new project for weeks, pouring all of your energy into making it a success. As Vice President of Starlight Entertainment, one of the most prestigious K-pop companies in the industry, you knew that your success was not only important for your career but also for the company's reputation.

As you typed away, your phone rang, interrupting you concentration. It was your assistant, informing you of a major K-pop industry event that was taking place the following week. The event would be attended by all of the top executives from K-pop companies around the world, and it was a chance for you to showcase your company's latest achievements and innovations.

You were thrilled at the opportunity to present your ideas and impress the attendees, including your CEO. You knew that this event could be a game-changer for your career and for Starlight Entertainment as a whole

—

The day of the event arrived, and you walked into the conference room with confidence. You were dressed in a sleek black suit, tailored to fit your slim and toned figure. Your long, dark brown hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down your back, highlighting your sun-kissed skin that glowed under the fluorescent lights and drawing attention to the delicate curve of your neck. Your oval-shaped face was framed by subtle makeup that accentuated your full lips and striking dark brown eyes, which seemed to sparkle with determination and intelligence.

Your petite frame at 5 foot 2 inches was perfectly balanced, with delicate curves that hinted at femininity without being exaggerated. Your physique was symmetrically proportioned, with toned arms and legs that hinted at your dedication to fitness. You commanded attention with your presence and poise, exuded an air of confidence and elegance, without the need for the exaggerated curves that some other women in the industry were known for.

As you looked around the room, you noticed Jaehyun, the Vice President of Moonlight Entertainment, Starlight's sister company and close partner in the entertainment industry.

Jaehyun commanded attention with his tall and imposing presence, standing at 6 foot with a muscular build that hinted at his dedication to fitness. His chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones were accentuated by a hint of stubble, and his dark and intense eyes had a piercing gaze that seemed to penetrate through anyone he looked at. His light brown hair was styled in a sleek and modern way, framing his angular face perfectly. He was dressed in a deep shade of navy blue suit complementing his pale skin tone that fit him like a glove, highlighting his broad shoulders and tapered waist. Despite his commanding presence and piercing gaze, there was a hint of approachability in his warm smile and friendly demeanor, making him a natural at building relationships in the industry. Jaehyun was equally confident, exuding a sense of self-assuredness that made it clear he was a force to be reckoned with.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you took in his polished appearance, despite the animosity between their companies. The two of you locked eyes and exchanged curt nods, the tension between you palpable.

The event began, and each company's representatives took turns presenting their latest achievements and innovations. You were nervous but determined to make a lasting impression. As you stepped up to the podium, you took a deep breath and began your presentation.

You spoke with passion and conviction, your words flowing smoothly as you explained your company's latest project. The audience was captivated by your ideas, and received thunderous applause at the end of your speech. Jaehyun stepped up to the podium next, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at his commanding presence. He spoke with a confidence that was hard to match, his voice deep and smooth as he explained Moonlight Entertainment's latest achievements. His ideas were just as innovative as yours, but somehow he managed to make them sound even more impressive.

As the event came to a close, you were approached by Levi Ackerman, the CEO of Starlight, standing tall at 6'3" with broad shoulders and a chiseled physique. His dark hair was cropped short and styled in a slicked-back fashion, accentuating his sharp jawline and angular features. The black tailored suit he wore seemed to have been made specifically for him, emphasizing every curve and line of his muscular frame with expert precision. He offered his congratulations on a job well done. You felt a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that your hard work had paid off.

Levi is a man of few words but immense power. He is known for his strictness, attention to detail, and unwavering dedication to excellence. His piercing gray eyes seem to see through people and his unwavering posture commands respect from everyone around him. Levi has a no-nonsense attitude when it comes to business and expects nothing but the best from his employees.

He is an imposing figure. Despite his intimidating demeanor, those who work closely with him know that he can be surprisingly kind and understanding when the situation calls for it. However, crossing him or not meeting his expectations is not an option if you want to keep your job.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun was approached by his CEO, who seemed less than impressed with his performance. You watched from a distance, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at your rival's failure.

As the attendees began to filter out of the conference room, you made your way over to Jaehyun. You couldn't resist the opportunity to gloat. "Looks like my company's still one step ahead," you said, a smug smile on your face.

Jaehyun scowled. "Don't get too ahead of yourself," he retorted. "Moonlight Entertainment will always come out on top."

You rolled your eyes. "We'll see about that," you replied before walking away, feeling a sense of victory. But little did you know, their rivalry was far from over.

After the event, you felt like the winner and celebrated with your coworkers. The weekend had finally arrived, and you were looking forward to a three-day break as Monday was a national holiday in South Korea, commemorating the founding of the country. You didn't have any plans to travel or spend time with friends or family, as they were not particularly close. Instead, you looked forward to a quiet weekend at home, relaxing and recharging your batteries.

As you walked out of the office building, you took a deep breath of the cool autumn air and smiled. You felt proud of yourself for a job well done and grateful for the upcoming break. You knew that you would return to work feeling refreshed and ready to tackle any challenges that came your way.

—

You had always known that your penthouse was the best one in the apartment complex. It had a breathtaking view of the city, luxurious amenities, and a pool and jacuzzi that only the penthouse owners were allowed to use. It was on one of those holiday seasons that you decided to take a dip in the jacuzzi after a long day of work.

To your dismay, when you arrived at the pool area, you found that someone was already there, and it was none other than Jaehyun. You had seen him around the complex before, but you had never spoken. You couldn't deny that he was attractive, but his aloof and cold demeanor always put you off.

"Oh great, you're here," you muttered sarcastically. “I was hoping to have some alone time here.”

Jaehyun smirked, "I could say the same about you. What brings you here, Y/N? Need to cool off from your 'high-stress job'?"

You rolled your eyes. "Actually, I live here, just like you. And I don't need to justify my presence to you."

Jaehyun chuckled, "Okay, okay. But you're right, we are neighbors after all. Can't avoid each other forever."

You let out a sigh. "I guess not. Nonetheless, I should try to make the most of it. Would you like to share a drink?"

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you offering me a drink? You must really be desperate for some company."

You bristled at his insinuation. "Desperate? No. I simply thought it would be nice to share a drink with someone who isn't as insufferable as you usually are. But if you're not interested, I can always find someone else."

Jaehyun chuckled. "Touché. I'll take you up on your offer. But only if you promise to be on your best behavior."

You rolled your eyes. "I make no promises."

You and Jaehyun were interrupted by a worker from the jacuzzi area. "Excuse me," the worker said, "would you like something to drink? We have water, juice, and some cocktails available."

Jaehyun turned to you. "What's your drink of choice?"

"I'm into coffee-based cocktails," you replied. "Maybe an Espresso Martini?"

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I didn't take you for the martini type."

You smirked. "I have a lot of sides you don't know about. I'll have an Espresso Martini," you said.

"Very well, ma'am. And for you, sir?" he asked.

Jaehyun hesitated for a moment, looking at you. "I'll have the same," he finally said.

The waiter nodded and took note of their order. "Right away, sirs and madam."

As the waiter walked away, you looked over at Jaehyun. "I take it you've never had an Espresso Martini before?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your tone.

Jaehyun chuckled sheepishly. "No, I haven't. I usually stick to beer or whiskey."

You smiled, secretly pleased that Jaehyun had taken your suggestion. You could tell that he was the type who stuck to his usual drinks, so this was a small victory for you.

As you both relaxed in the jacuzzi, the waiter approached you with your cocktails. "Here are your drinks. Anything else you need, just let me know," he said with a smile before walking away.

You took a sip of your martini and savored the rich and bittersweet taste. "This is delicious," you said.

Jaehyun took a sip of his own martini and nodded in agreement. "I have to admit, this is pretty good," he said with a hint of surprise in his voice.

You chuckled. "See, finally not being so cheap as usual," you teased. "Who needs beer or whiskey when you can have something like this?"

Jaehyun rolled his eyes playfully. "You and your fancy coffee-based cocktails," he said with a grin. "But I have to admit, you might be onto something here. Though I suppose that's the only thing you have going for you. In the rest, you may be helpless."

You raised an eyebrow and took another sip of your martini. You weren't sure what to make of Jaehyun's backhanded compliment, but you weren't going to let it get to you. You had worked too hard to get where you were and wasn't going to let anyone belittle your accomplishments. Instead, you simply smiled and said, "Well, I'll take what I can get."

After a moment, you and Jaehyun continued to sip on your drinks in comfortable silence. The warm water of the jacuzzi and the cool night breeze were the perfect combination for relaxation. You both closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh, enjoying the moment of peace and quiet.

You felt a sense of calm wash over you, and for the first time in a long while, you were able to let go of all your worries and stress.

The two of you continued to sip your drinks in comfortable silence for a moment before Jaehyun spoke up again. "Well, I can tell you're a hard worker," he said, studying you from across the water. "And surprisingly, not as stuck up as I thought you were."

You raise an eyebrow and set down your glass on the edge of the tub. "Excuse me?" you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jaehyun chuckles. "Come on, you have to admit you give off a bit of an ice queen vibe."

You smirk and shake your head. "I suppose I can see why you might think that," you say. "But I'm not really like that."

Jaehyun smiles and holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. Fair enough," he says. "But you have to admit, you do have a certain air of... elegance about you."

You chuckle and pick up your glass again. "I'll take that as a compliment," you say. "And you, Mr. Jeong, give off a bit of a player vibe."

Jaehyun's smile grows wider. "Guilty as charged," he says, winking at you. "But you know what they say, it takes one to know one."

You roll your eyes, but you can't help but laugh. "You're impossible," you say.

Jaehyun just grins and takes another sip of his martini. The two of you settle back into a comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth of the water and the soft glow of the moon overhead.

As the night goes on, you both continue to sip on your drinks and engage in conversation. The dim lighting of the pool and jacuzzi area creates a cozy and intimate atmosphere, and before you know it, several hours have passed. Eventually, Jaehyun gets out of the jacuzzi and reaches for something near his towel. He returns with a pack of cigars and a lighter, surprising you. You look at him hesitantly, but he simply shrugs and lights one up, offering you one as well. You both take a drag and exhale the smoke into the cool night air, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over you. For a moment, you simply sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the quiet moments of the night.

You raise an eyebrow as you look over at Jaehyun. "Well, I'll give you credit for being polite for once," you say, sipping your coffee cocktail.

Jaehyun chuckles. "I can be polite when I want to be," he replies, taking a drag of his cigarette.

You doubt that. "You're usually too busy trying to one-up me in everything," you shoot back.

"I'm just doing my job," Jaehyun says defensively.

"Your job is to be a pain in my ass?" you ask, rolling your eyes.

Jaehyun shrugs. "My job is to make sure my company is successful, just like you."

You scoff. "And yet you always seem to have a personal vendetta against me."

Jaehyun grins wryly. "Maybe I just like to see you squirm."

You glare at him. "You're impossible."

Jaehyun laughs. "You're not so easy to work with yourself, you know."

You raise an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

Jaehyun shrugs. "Take it however you want."

There is a moment of silence as you both sip your drinks, studying each other.

"You know, we don't have to hate each other," Jaehyun says suddenly.

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? And why is that?"

"Because outside of work, I don't think I actually hate you," Jaehyun says with a small smile.

You frown in confusion. "What does that even mean?"

Jaehyun sighs. "Look, I know we've had our differences in the past, but I think we could actually get along if we tried. Plus, it's the holidays, we should try to be civil, at least for tonight."

You study him for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay, I'll give you that."

As you finish your cigars and the night grows even later, Jaehyun looks at you and says, "You know, it's getting pretty late and we're both off the clock. Why don't you come back to my place? I've got a bottle of scotch that's been calling my name all night." You hesitate for a moment, but ultimately agree, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with Jaehyun outside of work. You both get dressed and head out, making your way to Jaehyun's penthouse as the city sleeps around you.

—

As you watched Jaehyun expertly prepare your favorite scotch cocktail, you couldn't help but admire the way he moved around his kitchen with ease. Pouring and mixing the ingredients with practiced hands, he created a drink that you couldn't resist savoring every sip of.

"You're quite the mixologist," you said with a smile. "I had no idea you were such a master of the bar."

Jaehyun chuckled. "I've picked up a few tricks over the years," he said. "Spending as much time in bars as I do, you tend to learn a thing or two."

You were impressed by his skill. "Well, it certainly shows. This is delicious."

Jaehyun took a sip of his own cocktail, savoring the taste. "Really? What can I say, I have refined tastes."

You chuckled. "Ha! You wish. You're just trying to impress me with your fancy drinks."

"Maybe I am," Jaehyun admitted, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Or maybe I just want to get you drunk and take advantage of you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Wow, that's really charming. Is that how you usually win people over?"

"No," Jaehyun replied with a grin. "I usually just rely on my good looks and irresistible charm."

Rolling your eyes, you said, "Oh, please. Don't tell me you're one of those guys who thinks he can get anything he wants just by being good-looking."

Jaehyun shook his head. "No, of course not. I also have a great personality."

"Hmm," you said, pretending to consider. "That's debatable."

As the night wore on, you found yourself sitting in the living room of Jaehyun's penthouse, sipping your drinks and enjoying the conversation. It was strange to be there with him, considering your fierce rivalry at work.

"I never thought I'd be sitting here in your penthouse, having a drink with you. We've always been such fierce rivals," you said.

Jaehyun nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I never thought I'd be here with you either. But you have to admit, there's always been some kind of tension between us."

You laughed. "That's an understatement. But seriously, I'm surprised we're getting along so well."

Jaehyun leaned back in his chair. "Why's that?"

"Well, we've always been professional rivals, and we don't exactly see eye to eye on everything. But here we are, having a civil conversation," you said.

Jaehyun nodded in agreement. "It's like we're two different people at work and outside of it. Maybe it's because we don't have to be in competition with each other all the time here."

"Maybe. Or maybe it's because we're both a little... tense. I know I am, with all the pressure at work," you said, taking a sip of your drink.

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I feel it too. Maybe if you relaxed a bit more, you'd be able to focus better."

You looked at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"

Jaehyun chuckled. "I mean... maybe if you got laid more often, you wouldn't be so wound up all the time."

Your eyes widened in shock. "Excuse me?"

Jaehyun held up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm just teasing you. But on a serious note, I think it's good that we can have conversations like this, even if we don't always agree on everything."

You nod, still a bit flustered. "Yeah, you're right. It's nice to have someone to talk to who understands the pressures of this industry."

As you both continue to talk, the hours seem to slip away, and before you know it, it's well past midnight. You've both had a bit too much to drink, enough to feel the effects but not enough to be completely drunk. Jaehyun finds himself staring at you, and he can't help but give you a compliment.

"You know, Y/N, I have to admit, I'm a little jealous of how great you are at what you do," he says.

You chuckle. "I know, I know. I'll always be the one you're living in the shadow of," you say teasingly.

Jaehyun playfully rolls his eyes. "Hey, don't give yourself too much credit," he says, throwing a bit of playful shade your way.

You just laugh and shake your head. "Oh, Jaehyun," you say, before trailing off.

Jaehyun finds himself getting lost in your smile, and before he knows it, he leans in to kiss you. You initially freeze in surprise. But as your lips meet, you feel a jolt of electricity shoot through your body. Jaehyun's lips are soft yet firm, and his kiss is filled with a raw passion that you've never experienced before. You're lost in the moment, the heat between you intensifying with each passing second. The taste of scotch lingers on your tongues as you kiss passionately. For a moment, you forget about everything else—their rivalry, your work, your responsibilities. All that matters is the here and now, the two of you together, caught up in the heat of the moment.

As you continued to kiss, Jaehyun lifted you off your seat and put you on top of him on the couch. Your passion grew even more intense as you straddled him, your hands roaming over his chest and shoulders. Jaehyun's hands slipped beneath your blouse, his touch igniting a fire within you that you couldn't control. You moaned into his mouth, unable to resist him any longer.

Your hands roamed up and down Jaehyun's back, pulling him closer to you. Jaehyun's hands found their way to your waist, pulling your body tightly against his. Then, your hands worked their way to Jaehyun's shirt, fumbling with the buttons as you tried to remove it. Jaehyun pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he helped you with the buttons. Soon, you were both topless, your bare skin pressed together as you explored each other with abandon.

Your bodies pressed together, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable. Your fingers tangled in Jaehyun's hair, pulling him closer as you lost yourself in the moment. You moved together in a dance of desire, your bodies pressed together, the heat between you almost unbearable.

For a moment, you forgot about everything else—the worries, the fears, the inhibitions. All that mattered was the here and now, the two of you together, caught up in the throes of passion.

As you lay on the couch, lost in passion, Jaehyun realizes that he can't hold back any longer. He needs you, and he needs you now. Without breaking your kiss, he stands up, lifting you effortlessly in his arms, and carries you to his bedroom.

Once inside, he gently places you on the bed, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you want him to stop. But all he sees is desire, burning hot and bright in your gaze. He can't hold back any longer.

Your clothes are quickly discarded, the sound of buttons popping and fabric rustling filling the room. As you come together, your bodies move as one, lost in a sea of sensation and pleasure.

Your moans fill the room, the sound driving Jaehyun to new heights of passion. He can't get enough of you, can't stop touching you, tasting you, feeling you against him.

As you both lay entwined, your bodies slick with sweat, Jaehyun knows that he has never felt this way before. He looks at your face, searching for any sign that he has gone too far, but all he sees is raw desire and lust burning in your eyes. You want him as much as he wants you, and nothing will ever change that.

With a final thrust, you both reach the pinnacle of pleasure, your bodies shuddering with ecstasy. As you both lay there, spent and sated, Jaehyun knows that he has found a powerful attraction to you, something that he can't ignore or resist. With his arms wrapped around you, holding you close, you both drift off to sleep, your bodies still humming with the memory of your passionate night together. Jaehyun knows that he has found a powerful attraction to you, something that he can't ignore or resist.

—

You stirred and slowly opened your eyes, feeling the warmth of Jaehyun's body next to yours. As you tried to adjust to the dimly lit room, you realized with a jolt that it wasn't a dream. It had actually happened. Your heart raced as you sat up, trying to process the events of the night before.

"I can't believe this crap," you muttered to yourself, your mind racing with thoughts of how this could have happened. You knew you had had too much to drink, and the combination of that and the intense chemistry between you had led to a night of reckless abandon.

As you looked at the clock on your phone, you saw that it was only 4am. Your alarm would go off soon, and you needed to get home and start your day. You slowly slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb Jaehyun as you gathered your clothes and quickly got dressed.

As you made your way to the door, you couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and regret. This wasn't like you. You had always been so focused on your work, and you prided yourself on being a responsible and level-headed professional. But last night had been different.

As you stepped out of Jaehyun's penthouse and into the hallway, you realized with a sinking feeling that you were neighbors. You both lived in the same building, just different penthouses. The thought of seeing him again, of facing the awkwardness and tension between you, made your stomach churn.

But you knew you had to push those feelings aside and focus on work. You were a professional, and you would not let a moment of weakness ruin your career or your reputation. You headed to your own penthouse, determined to start your day as if nothing had happened.

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LIBERTINE— [3]

part TWO

So far, Ghost’s attempts to approach you have all been futile. He started to get impatient because he loved a chase, and he didn’t mind when women made him work, but there seemed to be no progress with you.

He tried to be cold; he tried to be nice and charming. He was loud and cocky one day, but when that didn’t work, he attempted to be gentle and attentive the next. He couldn’t break through your shell no matter what he said or how he acted, and the most you’ve ever chatted with him was back in the mess hall. Since then, anytime he stopped you in the hallway or cornered you in the gym, you’ve scarcely said anything, instead gazing at him with your big doe eyes.

Part of him assumed you were genuinely coy, but that couldn’t be the case. You didn’t stutter when you talked with him. You never turned away, always keeping your eyes fixated on his. Hell, you didn’t even blush.

After two weeks, Ghost concluded you were simply teasing him and attempting to play hard to get. So he decided to test you, to push you to your limit the next time he sees you. He wanted to see how far you would let him take it before putting an end to it all.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long to talk with you.

Ghost cornered you as you walked back to the barracks after taking a shower. He knew you loved staying up late on weekends, indulging in self-care and relishing the sensation of hot water cascading down your body in solitude.

He was leaning against the wall when you walked out, humming something quietly to yourself.

Your hair was still dripping wet. An oversized grey shirt clung to your curves, concealing your shorts. Ghost’s gaze moved down your legs before he yanked his head up. Even from a distance, he could smell the sweet fragrance of your shower gel, prompting him to take a deep breath.

You stopped directly in front of him. A towel was draped over your arm while you clutched a bag containing all of your shower supplies in one hand.

He pushed himself off the wall, closing the gap, but not fully, making sure there was a few inches of space separating your bodies. His gaze darted between your body and face, unable to concentrate on one thing for too long.

As usual, you said nothing, but he was used to it and now that he had convinced himself you were doing this on purpose, your silence didn’t bother him as much.

“You should be in bed already.” He dipped his head, his face getting close to yours. He observed your gaze as it scanned the skull pattern on his mask.

“This is the only time when showers aren’t packed.” You replied, tilting your head to the side.

Most other soldiers, especially new recruits, wouldn’t be as relaxed as you were while talking with him now, but you acted as if you were standing in front of a friend, not a lieutenant, who could get you in a lot of trouble for sneaking around the base when your ass should be in bed and sleeping.

“That’s not an excuse to break the rules.” Under his mask, Ghost’s lips twisted into a smirk, causing the fabric to stretch.

“Maybe not.” Your tongue ran across your bottom lip before you pulled it in between your teeth, sinking your canines into the soft flesh. “Will you not tell anyone about my brief night outing if I promise not to do it again, sir?”

“Maybe.” His fingertips trailed up your arm, his index finger brushing over your exposed collarbone before wrapping around your jaw, raising your head a bit higher, ensuring you couldn’t turn your head away. “But if I keep this a secret… what is in it for me?”

Ghost knew he was playing a risky game, and he feared you would push him away, but he didn’t move.

Your skin felt like satin beneath his fingertips, its softness creating a delicate sensory symphony. The way you gazed at him stirred a dormant desire within him, causing a whirlwind of thoughts and vivid fantasies to consume his mind; in each scenario, you were the sole focus, the epitome of his every desire.

“A kiss.” After thinking for a moment, you finally said.

He glanced at your parted lips and his hand dropped back to his side when you took a step closer. The fragrance of your shampoo enveloped him, as the comforting warmth radiating from your body tempted him to draw you nearer, desiring to make you melt in his embrace.

“I doubt you’ll be able to buy my silence with only one kiss.”

“Maybe not. But…” As you got on your tiptoes, you lifted your arm, your free hand curled around his shoulder, your gaze never leaving his. “It will at least buy me a few seconds, allowing me to sneak back into the barracks and pretend that I wasn’t doing anything.”

While holding onto him, trying not to wobble and keep your balance, you gently kissed him on the cheek, your lips pressing against the fabric of his mask.

You both said nothing once you drew back, and you were right; you had bought yourself a full minute to disappear. He stood there frozen, unable to move an inch as if his feet were glued to the ground. His mind was a tangle of emotions; you left him standing alone in the hallway, and although you should have moved faster, you walked slowly, and looked over your shoulder once, offering him a small smile before vanishing out of his sight.

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #LIBERTINE:SimonRiley #simon riley x reader #john mactavish #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

#UK1987 #CASCADE GAMES LIMITED #ACTION #SIMULATION #GAMBLING #RACING #C64 #C16 #VIC20 #AMSTRAD #SPECTRUM #IBM #ATARIst #CASSETTE 50 #ACE #SKY RUNNER #QUESTOR #ACTIVATOR #ICE BUSTERS #DAVY #3D BEE #LIFE OF HARRY

[bulletsgirl]

you should drop the stucky fic recs

united states v. barnes, 617 f. supp. 2d 143 (d.d.c. 2015)

four minute window

teshuvah

we did not make ourselves

winter wheat, sunflower peat

despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained)

a distant early warning

cascades

20th century limited

home game

ampersand

like the dead grown old

a tree grows in brooklyn

three white horses

all the angels and the saints

the department of special collections

#hope you like speranza #a tree grows in brooklyn by betty smith is my favorite book so obviously my favorite stucky fanfiction series is a tree grows in brooklyn #well. second favorite. four minute window is always the one

[witchersmistress]

the down fall of Eros

Hello my darlings!! worked on this beauty while i was on the beach today.

Trigger Warning: Swearing, Violence, alcohol, soft Sy

Word count: 2.4K

Sys pov

Dragging my feet back inside, I couldn't face the thought of being in my office not where her scent lingered. So I went to the bar and ordered a whiskey neat from Theo.

He gave me a look as I downed the whiskey and he filled the glass up again. " Boy, if you have something to say, say it. I am not in the mood for games" I drawled. He swung the rag he was wiping the bar down over his shoulder and picked up his drink and tipped it in my direction. "May I be frank with you Mr. Stone" I grunted at him and he continued. " You are a goddamn idiot" the pateron to the left of me choked on his drink as I glared daggers at Theo.   He began to wipe down the bar as he watched me " what did you say to me boy?" I sharply asked, I heard him the first time but I wanted to see if he had the balls to repeat himself. 

"With all due respect sir, you are my boss, but you are a goddamned idiot. Even a blind man could see how much you care for Rory, why else spend 100 thousand dollars on her to keep her out of the hands of that Irish prick O'Malley? She was clearly on cloud 9 when she left but you just put her in your car without a second glance, that's cold even for you boss." Draining my whiskey again he pours me another " is she really worth losing over, something she can't handle, cause let me tell you, that girl is one tough cookie, nothing could stop her or slow her down” he tossed the dirty rag in with the dirty dishes and took off with them to the back.

Looking at the bottom of the glass as if the amber liquid would hold all my answers “He’s right you know, Syverson” a dark and sinful voice purred in my ear, i turned to find Liliana standing next to me, her long dark hair cascading down her back, her warm caramel colored skin, glowing under these lights and her dark eyes looked like obsidian from this angle. I downed what was left of my whiskey, turning in my seat to face her. She was in a long white dress, a stark contrast to her naturally dark vibe she gives and as per usual, she had Bambi wrapped around her arm, with her head resting on her chest just above the swell of her left breast. Why she insists on carrying that damn snake everywhere she goes, i'm not sure but it gives her an edge that most men wouldn't dare cross and has most women bowing at her feet.

She beckoned me to follow “Come Logan, take a walk with me” I threw a 50 down on the bar for Theo, he may be a smart ass kid but he is always a wise one for his age. Catching up to Lil with ease, we walked through the club, to the seething underbelly, located downstairs. Down here, people could be who they wanted to be, from voyeurism to reverse harems, to public sex, there  was something for everyone down here. With a lot of trust, safe words and limits, the world is yours for the taking down here. I followed Lil to her dark corner of the room, she walked with such pose and grace as she sat down in her throne, with a particular young man attached to the wall by a long chain and collar.

 It wa s Mikey, my nephew, i sat across from Lil while she got comfortable in her chair with a heavy sigh i pointed at Mikey ``I'm not going to ask but be gentle he is a kid” she clucked her tongue at me “Please Logan you worry to much, besides i'm holding on to him as a debt from you beloved brother, once he pays up he can have his son back” Mikey went to protest but she pulled on his chain “ Shh my pet, the adults are talking” he quickly shut up and looked back at the floor. “He is an odd one that is for sure” she just gave me a knowing smile while stroking his hair “So why did you kick that poor girl out like she we was yesterdays trash, the poor thing was in tears as they pulled out” wide eyed i studied her “How in the actual fuck did you know i did that?” she winked at me and gestured around the room with her hands, “I have eyes and ears everywhere doll and don't you forget it” she was our silent partner in the business so she could come and go as she pleased. She was not my cup of tea but she was a fascinating woman.

“ Liliana, I have to protect her, she is my best friend's daughter and the stuff that Walter, August and I are involved in could get her hurt or worse even killed.” she scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Bullshit excuse, you and i both know that you would move heaven and earth to protect that girl, hell look at what August has done to keep Addie safe” she had a valid point, “This is Rory we are talking about'' i countered “She isn't like Adeline or Amelia'' Liliana snorted at that remark. “That is true, Amelia’s father is a damned fool if he thinks he can hide her from Walter, that man will find her and there will be hell to pay when he does' ' Mikey snorted but didn't say anything else. Leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees.

“What can I do? I might have pushed her away for good, how can I fix  that?” she tsk tsk me like a child. “Seriously Sy? You really are a goddamn idiot, you get on your knees and worship her the way you should have, honestly boy you should have grabbed her at 18 and never let go, so you may lose your best friend but if he truly wants his daughter to be happy, he’ll come round” whatever weight that was holding me down suddenly lifted and spark of clarity came in “Thank you Lil, i don't know how to thank you” she waved me off “Anytime sugar, now go get your girl, your bike is still in the garage if you need it” bolting up the stairs and to the elevator. My phone pinged.. It was fucking Walter 

Walter: Now hold on, where is Rory and where is the damn fire cousin??

Not responding to him, I don't want to play his games. 

August: “Now now brother i'm fairly certain, he scared her off”

Sy: 🖕🖕🖕

Rushing off the elevator, I changed from my monkey suit, into jeans and a t- shirt with my leather jacket and bolted down the stairs, racing over to my bike, I started it and bolted out of the parking garage. Speeding in and out of the LA traffic, desperate to reach Rory in time. I drove into the parking garage of the hotel and made my way inside, passing the front desk. The  lady behind the desk stopped me "Mr. Syverson sir?" I turned to look at her " Yes ma'am what can I do for you?" Striding towards the desk. A slight flush appeared on her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she continued " we are giving you a partial refund for your stay, since your second guest checked out a little while and went. Poor thing she was distraught, but she had a lovely young man with her" she continued to rattle off but I stopped listening. She was gone, she had left. With another man… I had officially lost her.

Thanking the woman, I made my way to the elevators and up to the 14th floor. Trudging back to my room, I opened the door and a folded piece of paper was under my door, picking it up, I'd recognize Rory's handwriting anywhere, she loved to leave me notes as a little girl.

Sy, I'm leaving. I'll be back Monday morning to fly home but not a moment beforehand. I'm safe and that's what matters. Don't bother trying to find me, I don't want to be found especially by you. We will fly home Monday but I never want to see you again Logan Syverson. Rory

Sitting on the bed I read that note over and over again. She's gone, and I've lost her forever. Standing up, I paced, my blood boiling at the thought of her off with another man, him touching what's mine. I pick up the lamp on the bedside table and throw it across the room with a roar, punching my fist into the wall. Reaching into the mini fridge and grabbing my bottle of Jack Daniel's I chugged sip, after sip, until all I saw was a black drunken rage.

Rorys’ POV

I climbed out of the car at the hotel and made my way inside. I can't believe that I was so stupid to think that Sy would actually have feelings for me the same way I did him. He is an excellent faker. He told me all the right things, did all the right things, he played me like a cheap piano.

Making my way to my room, i grabbed my suitcase and started throwing my stuff in there, i couldn't stay in the next room to that man, my cell phone chimed and i grabbed, it was Jesse

Jesse: Hey bonita, heard you were in LA, would you be interested in getting dinner?

Rory: Loved to, i'll text you the address for the hotel im staying at.

Jesse: see ya soon 😘

I smiled and finished packing up my things, i left Sy a note a slipped it under his door not that he even deserve that much, i told the lovely woman behind the counter that i was leaving as Jesse walked in, he was 6’2, shaved head, dark eyes, plump lips that are just damn near kissable. He was in a dark button down shirt with the first few buttons undone. Black dress pants that made his ass look phenomenal, black shoes that shined, I expected nothing else from a navy man. He gave me a warm genuine smile, kissing me on my cheek as he took my bag and placed it in the trunk of his Tesla. Opening my car door for me, my heart broke a little, he is always such a gentleman. Getting in the driver's seat, he pulled away as I looked out the window as he drove, he had one hand on the steering wheel, the other one gripping my left thigh in his large hand “Bonita, talk to me” his voice was soft and gentle. I told him about what happened at Lux. he pulled into his apartment complex, he gripped the steering wheel as I finished my story. He got out of the car, grabbed my bag and he opened my door for me. “Come let's order in and watch a movie” he placed an arm around my back and made our way upstairs. Opening his apartment, I followed him inside. “ I’ll put your bag on my bed, go get comfy while I order food, your usual?” he asked over his shoulder, i followed him into his guest room, which was plain, a bed, nightstand, a mirror, and a desk. He was very simple, he believed that bedrooms were for sleeping and sex.

Valid reasons, I always thought, walking into the ensuite bathroom, I turned on the shower as hot as I could handle and went back to my bag to get my bathroom stuff. Jesse had laid out on the bed for me one of his oversized t-shirts and my black booty shorts. “This isn't a booty call Mr.” i teased as i grabbed my shower stuff, leaning against the door frame “I know sweet girl, there is time for that later” winking at me as he left the room, walking back into the bathroom, stripping off my clothes and to the hot water to commune with my demons, tried like hell to wash Sy from my skin but it was no use i could feel him everywhere. I pounded my fist on the black tile wall till my knuckles ached. A full body sob racked my chest as I slid to the floor and cried. I felt so many things, but I couldn't process my thoughts.

I felt strong arms wrap around me and pull me closer into their chest, clinging to the  shirt clinging to their chest, whoever they were, they reeked of whiskey and bergamot, jasmine and cedar. I'd recognize that cologne anywhere, looking up, I saw into the blood shot eyes that belong to one Logan Syverson. At this moment I wanted to do so many things, hit him, punch him, rip him a new one but the look in his eyes told me more than the big burly man had ever spoken to me. My anger replaced my sorrow and I got out of the shower wrapping myself in a towel and went to go find Jesse to yell at.

I was barely out the door when a strong arm grabbed me around my waist, hauling my back and slamming the door. I struggled against his hold, he let me go and I just spun around and pounded on his chest, like a child throwing a temper tantrum. “ I hate you Logan Syverson, I cursed the day I realized you meant so much to me” I continued to beat him and he just stood there and let me, my punches became slower and slower till they finally stopped. He grabbed my arms wrapping them around his neck as he picked me up and carried me over to the bed, sitting me on the edge. He pulled a t- shirt over my head and the towel before he undid the towel and dropped it to the floor. He stripped off his wet clothes and put on a pair of black boxer briefs as he pulled back the covers, scooping me up he climbed under the covers and pulled them up. Tucking me into his chest, he rubbed my back as he kissed my head. He murmured the bedtime story that he used to tell me as a little girl, as my eyes grew heavier by the minute. That last thing I heard before the world faded around me was something I never thought I heard. “ I've loved you since I can't remember when, and I'm going to love you until I can't forget how.”

#henry cavill characters #henry cavill x you #henry cavill imagine #henrycavill smut #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson

[siphersaysstuff]

really don't get how people fell for tommy tallarico's bullshit. specifically re: the amico

I realize I'm coming at this with loads of hindsight as I'd never heard of the guy (or at least retained no memory of him) til the hbomberguy OOF video, well after the system was very much a withered husk

but holy shit some of this stuff should have been red flags ahoy to anyone, a cascade of crimson

like I'll be generous and say okay, early on, fine. when things are early and concepty, okay. cautious optimism is entirely reasonable

but like the guy just

EVERY fucking pie-in-the-sky hypothetical anyone ever brought up for any licensed game ever he's all "well TEE HEE I'm already in talks TEE HEE SIMLEY FACE" for months and months and months. and even without the tee-hee non-confirmations, the list of "yes we're doing/getting this" games and features where the ONLY info about them was coming ONLY from him specifically is a mile long (and more than a few of those licensed games, eventually someone from said license holder ended up saying "what? no, this is not happening"), and just... no forward motion ever seen on any of it

it was always just him doing this number

I suppose part of his disgusting success was that tommy, being a towering narcissist, was well-versed in the ways of utterly insincere flattery. he loved that "hey we're bros c'mon let me tell you some SEEEECRETS" form of trying to butter people up, the grossest form of access journalism. which made people more prone to ignore what a vicious piece of shit he was at even the lightest slight from the most miniscule of sources because he was so nice to THEM

but you'd think there'd be fuckin' limits to that. and also holy shit you listen to his butthurt whiny reactions to even the lightest not-enthusiastically-lapping-at-his-balls and how could that not make you run for the hills

i dunno man

[mirdance]

Innamorati

Summary: Darling, even though you might be shared amongst all the Fatui Harbingers, remember who you serve and where your loyalties lie. Remember who saved you. Where this ice rests in eternal sleep, the gods cannot hear your prayers. Only I can. Pairing: Pierro x Reader Rating: NSFW. Implied sexual content, yandere, emotional manipulation, mind games, referenced non-con acts, religious imagery

Notes: This is part of a Fatui Harbinger collab where each Harbinger shares a darling. As usual with me, there will be smut later. Shoutout to Sunnie who created this beautiful header.

Recommended Music. AO3.

Fools preach the joys of worship. Within the Celestia I saw why the gods do not communicate with open arms. That moment judgment forces you to recount what has sat at the center of your soul, pried away like a newborn's first cry, you'll not talk of joy.

Pierro flipped the page. Stains and tears lined the edges, only a reminder of the cycle which fell to all. Each carefully turned page, the sound of ticking, and your soft snores were the only sounds that sailed through the chilled air of his study. An unfinished game of chess sat on the table between you like a forgotten memory.

Sleep. A rarity for any of the Fatui. The moonlight trickled through the window behind him.  Cascading snowy shadows decorated the pages of his book. Though snow blanketed the landscape outside, the piles would never completely cover the ambitions of the Snezhnayian people. Like the weight of moonlit snow on pine branches, the soul held strength to endure.

What sort of things would you endure?

He’d thought the chess game before him would provide useful intel.  Games and toys were worthwhile if they were useful. Take a children's slingshot, for example. While entertaining for the young, it also served the purpose of teaching survival. Dolls taught young ones the art of conversation. Stuffed animals provided some substitute for the innate instinct of touch. A proper toy also served as a tool.

Taking the toys away or losing them also taught important life lessons.

But the so-called toy that sat before him had yet to elaborate on its gifts. Striving to hone one's abilities was one of the beauties and curses of human nature. For each of the Harbingers, a toy's survival differed. For Pierro, useless toys were unneeded. While many collect toys to sit and look pretty, his toys needed to provide.  

Another page.

"Who knows if the gods understand the greatness of the human soul, even while watching us prattle the secrets of our lives. Human suffering is a power in its own right, one they could never fathom. A god's memory reeks of apathy while treachery against the tormented lasts for generations. The people cry out in holy prayers--dirt embedded within the nailbeds of their crossed fingers--for rest. Yet Istaroth never provides the time for that peace, and prayers on one's knees only waste daylight. The cathedral words fade as a snowflake upon winter heaps until they are all but frozen as one beneath boot prints. Still, the gods demand that knee, as if they already didn't have the universe."

Another page.                                                                                                                   

Gusts of wind bellowed against the trembling window. Your eyes slowly opened and took a moment to process the setting like a mammal coming out of hibernation. Pierro continued reading while your brain and body took its time to catch up with being awake.

He'd spent hours playing chess with you. After all, the other Harbingers often put your body to its limits; it was only kind of him to provide you with what was probably a much-needed break. Falling asleep was not what he had in mind for that break, but he had a text to analyze, anyway. There was always something to do, and his toy didn't provide much usefulness in the things needing done.

Your upper lip moved in hesitation to permit words, an apology probably, but you quickly tightened your jaw. Some comrades did not enjoy being spoken to without speaking first. Pierro did not care unless the words were pointless. Of course, the meaning of words differed from individual to individual. What words a person provided told their story.

What was your story?

Words also provided layers like the blanketed snow above deadly ice above freezing waters. They veiled and masqueraded. Yet that, too, told a story in itself.

"The way you silence yourself reveals much of what you've had to endure," Pierro commented while flipping another page. "Speak freely with me unless I deem otherwise."

You bit your inner cheek and eyed the chessboard as if it would change design by sheer will alone. "Forgive me, but hearing you say that provides little comfort in this situation."

"I know we've gained little ground in terms of mutual trust, but what you provide for the Harbingers is paramount. In my presence, though, I've yet to see its fruition. Alone with me, you do not have to sit and look pretty, even if it is a pleasant side benefit."

You didn't bother with your next move even though it had been your turn before slumber reached. "Well," you croaked, testing the sounds against your alveolar ridge. "What book are you reading?"

"It’s the journal of a fallen soldier," he answered, which was not totally a falsehood. "A rather blasphemous book to many. Are you religious?"

You shrugged. "I suppose it depends on who's asking."

Smart. "I see. So, you are not religious. It seems we have something in common."

You shifted your legs. "That's a surprise, considering your loyalty to the Tsaritsa."

"Indeed. For her, I am devoted. One could see that in a religious sense depending on the perspective. Is there anything to which you are devoted?"

The chess pieces remained as thoughts circled your mind, reflected through your pupils. "Not anything I can think of at this time."

Bold. "Everyone is devoted to something, even if they do not see. Tell me, are you familiar with Mondstadtian theatre?"

You shook your head. Your eyes briefly flickered to his and back to the board again.

"For monarchs of old, royalty kept a court jester. Jesters had many vocations within their role. Comedic relief was one. The same goes for the jester of a play. Often these Fools would point out shortcomings within royal meetings or people and stories in humorous ways. Like a dance of death, teetering on offense yet accurate. The audience laughs, yet those with understanding know what lies beneath the surface of the hilarity. The Jester knows all, the story from beginning to end, as well as the enigmas of each character."

He flipped a page before speaking again.

"Some people might say the Fool not necessary for a good story. Why have a clown recite the story when the words are already presented to you in the form of dialogue"

He continued scanning his pages.

"Ah," you spoke. "Probably so the audience knows when they're being tricked and what they're up against. Maybe the interpretation is less convoluted that way?"

Interesting. "Some would view that as hand holding. If the Fool's words are even to be trusted, of course. Many a people make for unreliable narrators, and that includes Fools. Still, the importance of their position within the story is unlike any other."

"I didn't take you for the humorous type," you commented carefully, almost biting the words back as if you'd accidentally bitten your tongue.

He chuckled. "Maybe not, no.  I am not necessarily devoted to any sort of typical humor, but the role itself is fascinating, wouldn't you agree?"

You nodded.

Dialogue, the art of conversation, would pierce through you yet.

“To circle back to your inquiry. Ah, before that, tell me,” he ran his fingers through his beard. “Are you literate?”

You nodded.

He waited a few beats for you to elaborate, but no sound came. Still, being literate at all was a feat in itself. Just how literate were you was the question. He stood from his chair with book in hand and knelt beside yours.  With a flick of his thumb, his saved reading spot was open to your eyes.

“Care to join me in the pleasure of reading?” he inquired.  “You can go first.”

With a careful nod, you cleared your throat to begin. “Waylaying the plans of a god might seem prideful to those without ears to hear, but what would man say if that same god took the innocence of their child away?  I have reached the heavens, only to see a throne in name. The same throne that grants vision in the same breath that it snuffs them. Waning though I am, I can still remember the tiny fist of my daughter, stamping her knuckles against her game bored at her loss.  In the same way, gods demolish the board rather than admit their wrongdoing.”

You paused in thought.  The edge of your braid tickled his arm as you leaned to glean more of the book’s content. And then you spoke. “When I was a child learning to read, I remember my mother gifting me a fairytale.  The tale featured a bear that couldn’t fish.  Though the reading level was simple, the words confounded me.  After many desperate attempts, I threw the book against the wall.” A chuckle softly escaped your lips.  “My mother in the next room never even heard.”

“You seem to be doing fine now,” he noted.

“Yes, I’ve…had plenty of opportunity to study.  Not to mention that little me was also very determined to pick the book up off the ground the next day and try again.”

“Do you think the gods in this story similar to your dilemma as a child?”

You pondered the question. “While I’d need more context, I’d say the message the author is trying to implicate here is that the gods in this tale act more like petulant children rather than trying to learn or grapple an understanding of their creation.”

Pierro hummed in approval.  “Maybe the gods aren’t ignorant or weak as much as they are prideful.” Though every single being, including gods, had a weakness.  Felling a god proved difficult, but once fallen, it was a matter of destroying the remaining shades.

“I would say that is the downfall of many,” you replied as your eyes scanned more words on the page.  “But it could also be a strength, I think, depending on the context.”

Pierro shifted on his knees and beseeched you to elaborate.

“Well, taking pride in your accomplishments is one of the beauties that life affords us, I think.  Feeling proud for creating something nice or doing well. Those are normal human emotions.  With anything, it can become a burden if you allow.” You gestured towards your barely touched glass of wine.  “Like alcohol.”

“Are you not one for wine?  Or was it not to your taste?”

Your hands quickly gestured in disagreement. “The taste is delectable I just…have learned that having smaller amounts makes for more pleasant company.”

Or you were wary of what one might put in a drink, Pierro mused.  Not to mention that clarity was vital when dealing with Harbingers.  Not that Dottore kept such things in mind; wine was probably restful in comparison with whatever medications he played with. Pierro didn’t begrudge your slowness of drink.  On the contrary, having such mindfulness of your surroundings was endearing. 

“There is no need to worry.” He took one of your hands —cold to the touch— in his and rested it in your lap.  “I am more curious about your mind. While wine is certainly one way into a person’s mind, I would prefer yours to be unclouded.” Gaining trust without the help of alcohol proved more useful in the long run.

You did not push his hand away.  “My mind,” you whispered.  Your gaze fell to the side along with a chuckle that puffed from your dry lips. “Would you dissect me like Dottore?” Pierro chuckled in turn.  “Not physically, no.” “Why was I chosen to be here,” you quickly pleaded.  Your hand trembled slightly beneath his own.  “My talents are miniscule, even if all you people wanted was a fuck toy.”

Your brashness struck him as if you’d struck him with his book.  “Interesting.  So, you think you are nothing but a fuck toy.  Tell me, don’t you take pride in anything?”

“I used to.” Someday you’d elaborate without being prompted.  He was certain.  “What was something that you used to have pride in then?  If I might be so bold, I do not think it was chess.”

Now that caused a laugh.  “No, but it was something similar.  Fencing.  The sport.  Smallsword style.  It is often said that fencing is like chess at the speed of light.”

That was news to him.  Glancing at your arms and thighs, he could tell even through the fabric you wore.  One bicep protruded more than the other, and even with one eye he could see the shapely tone of your legs that drifted down the plush chair as gracefully as a ballet dancer.  While the sport itself was not one hundred percent in tune with combat abilities, it did prove useful for many instances.  Were you competitive?  Judging by the unfinished chess board, competition was not at the forefront of your mind. 

“Fascinating.  I have heard that such a sport is popular in Fontaine. Did it originate there as well?” He’d known the origins, of course, and he’d known that those origins were not the true origins.  As with most things of this world, beginnings were buried within the surface away from prying eyes.  To know the beginning would be to know the fragility of the world and its creators.  Perhaps some would think it best to keep such things buried beneath the dirt so that those who could abuse such knowledge kept away.

“The origins are a bit complex, but the sport derives from many different cultures,” you chirped, pulling your hand away from his and to your chest. 

Pierro encouraged you to go further.  He wanted, needed, to hear what you could put forth.  And as the words poured from your mouth, he was blessed with an output of excitement that slowly bubbled from your stomach to your esophagus to your tongue until it settled in the sporadic gestures of your palms.  Endearing could certainly describe the scene, but only time would tell if the joyful glint in your eyes was simply because you hadn’t had a proper conversation in so long. Either way, the passion you bestowed pierced the very air like a perfume.

During a pause, Pierro spoke up.  “Would you call yourself adept with the blade?”

The book had been long closed and set to the side, yet he still lingered by your chair’s side to follow your gestures and eyes.

A slow and steady grin graced your lips.  “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m awful. Sometimes I helped the local children.  There are many people better than I, though.”

“There will always be those that are better than we are, even with the things we are passionate about.  It seems, though, that perhaps this is something you could take some pride in, hm?”

You exhaled.  “Maybe so.”

Silence hung in the air with the unspoken; your arrangement did not provide you time for leisurely pursuits.  Pierro doubted many of his Harbingers allowed for such times.  He would find out, though, and with each piece of information he could understand where their mindsets lie.  This was especially important considering the unrest that trembled through the Fatui. The unease that came with death and ranks and betrayal.   

Pierro rubbed his thumb gingerly over the leather of his book, waiting to see if you’d continue your tantalizing speech. 

You did not.

Instead, your eyes fixated on the chess board.

Pierro gripped the book in his hand and lunged his arm forward toward your chest.  Surprise lined your features, yet your arm instinctively parried his attack to your right quarter.  As if on instinct, you riposte with your hand to his chest.  After a momentary victory grin, shock flushed your features; you stilled as frozen as a prey.  Your hand stayed resting on his chest, probably unsure of how to proceed.  Striking a Harbinger, whether a form of self defense or not, could be detrimental for you unless otherwise granted permission.  Perhaps you’d become so wrapped in the conversation that you’d forgotten where you were.

Which was the idea.

Pierro bowed his head slightly forward and gently pressed his hand over yours.  “It seems the touch is in your hands.  The point goes to you.”

Your hand quickly retracted; you held it to your chest.  “I didn’t know we were…sporting.  I apologize.”

He chuckled.  “Well, you didn’t seem interested in chess, so I figured the scene could use something you might be interested in.” “Why…” you stuttered.  Your brows knit together as your jaw clenched. “Why would you care about what I’m interested in?”

“Isn’t it obvious,” Pierro replied calmly.  He leaned his elbow on the armrest of your chair.  “I’m interested in getting to know you.”

“Why.”

“Why does anyone want to get to know another?”

“To use them.”

“That could be a reason for some.  But aren’t we all using each other, then?  Even for love, comfort, contact, companionship.  Basic human needs. One works for his employer to feed his family. Another works to surpass his employer.  Each culture and society dictate which reason is more noble.  Do you find one more noble than the other?”

You shrugged.  “I don’t know anymore.  Most might say love or companionship.  But I…” You hugged yourself.  “Food. Less pain.  If that.  If I can get those things, I’d do anything.  Who gives a fuck about getting to know each other when I’ve hardly eaten in two days and my arms hurt from getting slung around?  The bruises haven’t even healed.”

You winced before Pierro could even blink, most likely expecting a blow that never came.  Pierro was not one to succumb to anger as easily as some of his Harbingers.  Your anger only opened you up more, made you more vulnerable.  In some ways, it was beautiful. 

He gently took your chin between his fingers and watched water form into droplets that welled from the corners of your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks.  He ran a thumb along one of the water trails and took a tear onto his thumb.  Your lower lip shook as you tried to bite back the emotions.  It had probably been many moons since you’d had a moment to allow yourself the time to anguish.  To grieve everything you had lost. 

“It’s okay to cry for now.  The range of human emotions knows no bounds, and you may not get the chance to mourn later.  But your basic needs.  I will provide them.  You will not be without food, shelter, or clothing.  You will not lose your life here.  In exchange, I need something from you.”

He continued wiping away the wetness of your face with the cuff of his sleeve. 

“Become a Harbinger.”

“What?”

“I cannot promise you complete safety or status.  But if you become my eyes, I can make things more bearable for you. All I need is loyalty and what comes with that.”

“That…that sounds too good to be true,” you croaked.  “I don’t really want to be a Harbinger…what does that even mean for me?”

“When you’re on duty with another Harbinger, I need you to report every single detail to me upon return.  You will receive a new name.  You’ll most likely stay within headquarters, but that does not mean you will not ever go out into the field.  This likely means bowing to their whims just as you do now.  Possibly more so since you will be their underling.  But along with your information comes my promise to provide you with more comfort.”

“So I’m just a spy?” You laughed.  “Just another tool?”

“Do you have any other choices?”

You frowned at the floor for a moment, catching yourself about to speak and then slamming your lips shut.  Pierro would allow you time, of course.  Not that you knew that.  It was easier to catch you in this moment than allow time to think.  Either way, you’d take the opportunity.  Pierro would probably do the same if he were in your shoes. 

“I’ll do it.”

“Well, then,” he softly grabbed your clenched hand and leaned to place his lips against your knuckles in a kiss. “Your partnership is appreciated.  Your name is now Innamorati, number twelve of the Fatui Harbingers.  Though we bow to her Majesty the Tsaritsa, never forget where your loyalties lie.”

Number twelve and traitor to them all.  Official ceremonies and authorization would be yet to come, but you didn’t need to know such things.  What mattered was the power of the mind, how you viewed yourself, your choices, and your duty.  All of which aligned with the stage he’d set to play.  While the physical chessboard sat dormant to the side, a more important one laid in the palm of the hand that held yours.

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[jjkeremika]

Just like I dreamt it

description: eren sees him and mikasa fucking in the future and then it happens

pairing: eremika, eren x mikasa

warnings/disclaimers?: uh i called the titan armor material gemstone bc like... idk what its called; eren has the hot post-titan face markings; spanking; fingering; penetration

The cool breeze felt divine on the hot bare skin of their backs, blowing the sweaty droplets off and cooling the naked skin left behind. The wooden box rocked back and forth with each forceful shove of his hips, the wood splintering underneath his grip as he stared at where her hips anchored against the edge, as it trailed to where her spine curved into her clean shoulders, covered sporadically by silky strands of her dark hair.

Her song carried in the wind, straight to his ears and through his blood to his cock, a pleading melody begging for more, asking for harder and faster movements that risked breaking the box beneath her.

Eren jumped up from his spot on the makeshift bed, sweat dripping down his face and his chest heaving as his lungs ached to catch his breath.

He looked to his right and saw Armin fast asleep, curled up having taken both his and Eren's blanket. Eren shrugged—he could keep it—as he turned to his left, his heart rate speeding up and his cheeks turning bright red as he checked on the second sleeping soul.

He couldn’t help the physiological response: the vessel dilation, the heat rising in his chest, the pink blush on his cheeks, the butterflies in his stomach, the growing ache near his pelvis.

He felt the jolt of electricity when he brushed the messy strands from her face, exposing her pale expression and pink cheeks and soft lips and my god Eren needed to look away.

It was hard to sleep after that, even with his back to her body. The dream replayed in his mind like reruns of his favorite show in the late night, the content making his hand want to inch closer to provide painfully tempting relief.

The morning was rough. Eren didn’t end up sleeping at all. Kicking the fantasy out of his mind left the door wide open for residence, letting thought after thought tour the inside and torment him for hours.

The worst being the knowledge that lately, all of his dreams never stopped there. After a certain point, the topics of them changed and the dreams started happening, like eerie premonitions grounded in future truth. It crept him out, knowing the future before it happened, and attempts at changing the inevitable were futile. The outcome always remained the same, and his picturesque sleep descended into unpredictable cascades and guessing games.

His visions were never like this, though. They were never of unsavory or naughty actions or thoughts or feelings towards someone else. Mostly he deemed them insignificant happenstances, events he just so happened to witness before they occurred. Even with the slightest changes within his control, the end result always played out the same.

Did he tell anyone? No. Of course not. Hey, guys, I think I can see the future. Nothing significant, just things like Jean falling and Levi’s punishments and titan attacks and oh, right, me fucking Mikasa. Yeah, like that’ll happen.

He definitely couldn’t share that last one. And after Armin confronted him, he knew it wouldn’t be fair to tell Mikasa either. Armin told him she was into him and he was oblivious to it, but, that’s exactly the thing, he wasn’t oblivious to it at all. Sure, he acted like it, he tried really fucking hard to, so give him an award. He only had a limited number of years, he felt he couldn’t condemn her to a short paradise with him and an eternal hell without him. The thought of leaving her after having everything with her was tortuous, so he decided it was better to never have and haunt her at all.

Until this dream, that is. That was it. That was all it could be. It had to be. Some were visions and some were dreams. That had to be it. He just didn’t understand the power enough to decipher the difference yet.

Eren was still convincing himself of that when it was just the two of them voyaging into the forest to set up the final titan trap. He desperately ignored that they were surrounded by this very forest last night, with this very breeze giving him these same goosebumps, performing the very same task.

“Eren, are you okay?” Mikasa dragged him away from his thoughts as she forcibly took the heavy case from his arms. “It’s not good to zone out carrying heavy stuff like this. You’ll hurt yourself.”

She’d removed the weight before he could process the scene, having already turned around and moved the box to its place on the side when he came to. Eren forcibly lifted his widened eyes to the back of her head after they drifted to the tasteful curve between her ass and her spine. “I’m fine,” he responded argumentatively, defensively, taking a step forward and fighting the urge to look down at her, “stop acting like you’re stronger than me.”

Mikasa bit back the laugh, smiling at the irritated look on his face. “But I am stronger than you.” She turned around and brushed by him, heading for another wooden box. “And I never said it was safe for me to zone out either.”

She turned around instead of picking up the next box. “That’s why I’m not doing it,” she taunted, winking, leaning against its top edge. Eren ignored that he noticed how the wood compressed into her plushy ass just the same as last night, but his body didn’t, and he felt the hot blood flood to his extremities.

Eren’s hand clenched into a tight fist to distract himself. He closed his eyes; he could hear the next line rattling in his skull. Besides, this is a two person job and you’re half a person when you’re in your head.

Mikasa exhaled deeply, calmly, and stood away from the crate. She spoke like she was reading the script, like it was plastered on his face. “Besides, this is a two person job and you’re a half a person when you’re in your head.”

“Oh, the strongest can’t—” do it herself? He cut himself off. It was a dream. He can’t be influenced by a dream.

She crossed her arms over her chest, a motion identical to the one from last night. “What? Can’t do it herself?” she finished for him, raising her eyebrow curiously. Eren gulped, fighting the urge to watch how her breasts responded to the push of her arms, to see if that was the same too. “Honestly, Eren, it probably would be faster to do it myself.”

She turned around and started walking away, towards a different set of wooden crates. “Don’t treat me like I’m useless,” Eren barked, following behind her like a dog, the adrenaline and blood rush making it difficult to ignore the script already finishing in his head.

Eren grabbed her wrist and pulled, forcing her to spin around. He took a step forward, pushing her into the familiar wooden crate, and effectively used his body to block her from moving.

“Then make yourself useful,” she whispered quietly, the weakness in her volume darkly contrasting the strength of her tone, hitting him with the weight of the past and the future. He knew what happened next: she tried to push him away, he turned her around, he bent her over.

She stared intently at him as she pressed her hand flat to his chest. The hot breath they shared set his lungs on fire, and he held onto the air until he'd exhausted it of oxygen. He exhaled as she slowly pushed him away, eying him like she knew he'd deviated from destiny.

She mumbled something as she brushed by him, but he couldn't hear her over the blood pounding in his ears and the loud thudding in his chest.

"Eren," Mikasa started slowly, softly yet firmly, not even turning around to address him, "Let me go."

He twisted his body to face her, to say he wasn't even stopping her from leaving, when he noticed his ironclad grip on her wrist and a gemstone titan hand protruding from the ground tightly holding her other one.

He let go as she wriggled herself out of it, her heart beating faster at the surprise. Mikasa's eyes caught on the newly-formed, familiar markings around his eyes, and she felt the familiar tingle between her legs the past few times he had them.

The once pink, now bright red blush on his cheeks screamed his embarrassment, but she couldn't take her eyes off the marks, couldn't take her mind off the fact that he even tried to restrain her with that.

She gifted him with ignorance, with the option of pretending it never happened as she walked by him again back to the crates, wanting to finish soon so she could take a bath.

"I... Mikasa... I..." He turned around and chased after her, stumbling over a loose root exposed by all their movement. He fell into her from behind, his hands reaching out and landing against the crate edge to catch his fall, his crotch pushing against her ass as her hips colliding into the crate, her wrists breaking her fall against the top.

"Mikasa, I," he sighed breathlessly, resting his forehead against the nubs of her spine. He started chuckling, which took her by surprise. "I didn't mean to grab you like that." He nuzzled his cheek into her back. "Honestly I didn't know I..." And suddenly the script flashed in his mind. "...could do that."

It's okay. She shifted to move upright, pushed her hips back into his front. I can take it. He wondered if she felt the erection he'd been hiding.

"It's okay," she started, turning her torso to somewhat see him, pushing her ass even deeper into his crotch, "I can take it."

Eren pulled away slightly, angled himself differently, meanwhile Mikasa slowly started to peel herself away from the cart, only to be pushed right back into it with a swift and harsh smack to her ass. Eren knew if he smacked her again he'd hear her shout his name in some delightful mix of surprise and desire, and he was tired of pretending he didn't want to hear it.

"Eren!" Mikasa coyly moaned, embarrassed from how she was actually enjoying the repeated slaps.

"What?" he asked innocently as he placed three more smacks to each cheek, smiling at how she barely rocked her hips to extend the contact. "You can take it."

Eren smacked her again, watching the way her body followed the motion, listening to the noise echo in the empty woods. He lifted her shirt and started kissing the sensitive, forgotten skin on her back

He pressed his crotch against her to keep her from moving as he crept his hands to her pants, unbuttoning and pulling them to her knees.

His lips followed, pressing kiss after kiss from her knee to her thigh, then spanking her panty-clad ass twice before mouthing and lipping over the stinging skin, turning high-pitched squeaks into incoherent moans. He clawed and grabbed and licked and bit at her bum like he were wild and starving and she were the only nutritious source around.

He slicked one finger in her fluid and tucked it inside, smiling as he kissed her thigh when she moaned loudly and encouragingly. Eren dipped a second finger in and pressed in eagerly and exploratorily, pressing and stretching the spongy, velvety tissue.

Eren kissed up her spine underneath her shirt, dragging it up with him until enough buttons had popped and he could pull it over her head. He smirked when her back was bare beneath him and she was never wearing a bra, when he realized that dream was never a dream at all.

He pulled his own shirt off, listening to her morose sigh as he pulled his fingers away, and actually felt the cool breeze, already knew it would come in handy for the sweat they'd eventually perspire. Mikasa caught his attention; she was calling his name again, asking for his touch again.

He lowered his own pants to halfway down his thighs, quickly glancing over his shoulders even though he knew they'd continue uninterrupted. He fingered her briefly, stretching his fingers inside her before wiping the liquid against his own cock.

He slid inside her, carefully at first but impatiently pushed deeper, burying himself snugly inside her, both of them adjusting to the euphoric pressure against their stimulated genitalia. Eren kept one hand anchored on her hip and let the other run down the curve of her spine, stopping between her shoulder blades.

Mikasa was already moaning as he slowly pulled out, and Eren was biting the inside of his lip and wondering how he survived as long as he did in his vision. The view of the dip in her spine, of her bare ass with white and red hand-prints, of his cock slipping back inside her.

He closed his eyes and moaned deeply before rocking his hips in and out faster, picking up speed and strength with each harsh shove in and teasing pull out.

"Can you still take it for me, Mikasa?" he asked when her movements became sloppier, less coordinated. "C'mon, baby, take it like the good strong soldier you are. Like the good girl you've always been for me." The words spilled out of his mouth as he dropped his hands to the crate and thrusted his cock into her with a strength and a desire he couldn't name.

The cool breeze felt divine on his hot bare skin, evaporating the sweaty droplets and cooling the naked skin left behind. "Eren, harder, please, so much harder. I can take it, I promise, I swear," she pleaded, rocking her hips back with each of his thrusts, the obscene sound of skin against skin echoing off the trees and the nearby crates. "I'll be so, so good for you, I promise."

The wooden box rocked back and forth with each forceful shove of his hips, the wood splintering beneath his grip as he concentrated on where her hips scraped against the edge, where her spine curved into her clean shoulders and dark hair silky with sweat.

She arched her back a little more, presented her ass to his face a little more, and he smacked her once more before hovering over her, pressing his elbow into her back and shoving into her deeper than before, harder than before.

With one leg on the crate and her back held down, Eren pistoned his hips in and out until she was curling her toes and scraping into the box and spilling out high-pitched noises and moans and cries of his name. Her song carried in the wind, straight to his ears, into his blood and to his cock; a pleading melody begging for more, asking for harder and faster movements that risked breaking the box beneath them.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled on it as he shoved inside her one last time, switching to a fistful of her ass-cheek as he buried his cock deep inside her before cumming and collapsing on top of her, pressing weary kisses to her face and neck and finally kissing her lips.

"So, so good for me," Eren mumbled, staring at her with all the emotions he usually suppressed, the titan markings still faintly visible. He brushed a strand of hair from her eyes, smiling as it fell right back into place. "Just like I dreamt it."

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