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doodlerh · 1 year
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emboar :) to complete the unova trio i’ll make a serperior sometime soon
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toji-girl · 27 days
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best friend | s. geto
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tags: 18+ only content - mdni + fem reader + pussy eating + teasing + best friend trope + I'm using my favorite tropes for these + face sitting + repost
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"Why do you keep sighing? It's starting to get annoying you know." Geto muttered looking up at you from his position, currently, he was stuck under the desk he had been helping you put it together.
Ever since he came over and started helping all you've done is watch him like a hawk.
At first he didn't mind but it distracted him from doing what he came here for, instead, he was focused on you and your sweet moans he heard when he came over the other day to see you playing with yourself humping your pillow.
You looked down at him and desperately ached to sit on his face, the thought has been plaguing your mind ever since last weekend when he made off comment about you actually doing it.
His eyebrows furrowed in the middle nudging you with his elbow pulling you away from your lewd thoughts, it has been several months since you've been laid or even kissed.
Suguru has plump lips you wanted to press your own too, would they mold together perfectly? He was your best friend so you probably shouldn't be thinking that but you are only human after all.
A human being who has needs and there's nothing to be ashamed of, right? "Nothing, are you thirsty or anything?" You asked not wanting to answer his question because you knew he'd tease you to no end.
He shrugged and looked back up at the task at hand; trying to screw the last one in to make sure the wood didn't collapse on you. Out of his peripherals, he could see your panties under the shorts you wore.
Part of him wondered if you did it on purpose, the sexual tension seemed to only grow the more you two hung out. "That's not a yes or no, are you thirsty or not?" You asked again crossing your arms.
Again it would be so easy to lower yourself onto his pretty face and fuck his mouth until you were completely spent. "Water is fine." He finally replied and watched you walk out of the room.
While you were gone for a few minutes Suguru formulated a plan in his head, thanks to the white cotton of your underwear he could see how wet you were and he hasn't even done anything, yet.
When you entered your bedroom again you crouched down next to him and sat the water bottle down glancing at him. "I can smell how turned on you are, am I making you wet?" He asked staring at you.
His question caught you off guard, heat flooded your face and between your legs. "W-what are you talking about? You're a pervert." You sputtered standing back up.
He grinned and curled his fingers around the hem of your shorts. "And you're not for wanting to fuck me, mhm?" He hummed tugging the fabric down your legs.
You didn't stop him and let your shorts pool around your ankles and watched as he slid out from under your desk still laying on the ground. "How about you sit on my face? Let me taste that pussy."
When you opened your mouth to say something he smirked. “Don’t talk, just spread your legs." He told you in a tone that wasn't one you wanted to argue with.
Suguru almost laughed at how quick you were to pull your panties down and stand over him feeling a little shy at this. "Everything about you is so pretty, you know?" He murmured and helped you.
His large hands cupped your ass as you fully straddled his face until his mouth was flush against your slick pussy, his tongue parted his lips to taste the clear substance with a growl almost.
You planted your hands on the carpet in front of you with a gasp feeling his tongue swirl against your clit all the while massaging your ass feeling his cock twitch in his pants at how you let go of your inhibitions and rode his face.
He had no plan on stopping until he at least pulled two orgasms from you which you learned could happen very quickly, your moans dying out into whimpers then a sigh.
Suguru helped you off his face and into your bed letting you mold yourself to him licking his lips and memorizing the taste of you.
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Trans made TTRPGs
Due to… recent events that I would rather not talk about, today's post is a highlight of different tabletop games made by trans peeps! These games are fantastic in their own right, of course, but you can also know that they were made by incredibly cool and attractive people
(Also, these are flyover descs of the game, they'll get more in-depth singular posts later, this is because I am lazy)
Perfect Draw is a phenomenal card game TTRPG that was funded in less than a day on backerkit, it's incredibly fun and has simple to learn hard to master rules for creating custom cards, go check it out!
Songs for the dusk is fucking good, pardon my language, but it's a damn good post apocalyptic game about building community in a post-capitalist-post-apocalypse-post-whatever world. do yourself a favor and if you only check out one game in this list, check this one out, its a beautiful game.
Flying Circus is set in a WW1 inspired fantasy setting full of witches, weird eldritch fish people (who are chill as hell), cults, dead nobility, and other such things. It's inspired by Porco Rosso primarily but it has other touchstones.
Wanderhome is a game about being cute little guys going on a silly adventure and growing as the seasons change, its GMless and very fun
https://weregazelle.itch.io/armour-astir Armour Astir has been featured in here before but its so damn good I had to post it twice. AA demonstrates a fundamental knowledge of the themes of mech shows in a way that very few other games show, its awesome
Kitchen Knightmares is… more of a LARP but its still really dang cool, its about being a knight serving people in a restaurant, its played using discord so its incredibly accessible
https://grimogre.itch.io/michtim Michtim is a game about being small critters protecting their forest from nasty people who wish to harm it, not via brutal violence (sadly) but via friendship and understanding (which is a good substitute to violence)
ok this technically doesn't count but I'm putting it here anyways cuz its like one of my favorite ttrpgs of all time TSL is a game about baring your heart and dueling away with people who you'll probably kiss 10 minutes later, its very very fanfic-ey and inspired by queer narratives. I put it here because its made by a team, and the expansion has a setting specifically meant to be a trans "allegory", so I'll say it counts, honestly just go check it out its good shit
https://willuhl.itch.io/mystic-lilies
Mystic Lillies is a game inspired by ZUN's Touhou Project about witches dueling powerful foes, each other, and themselves. Mystic Lillies features rapid character creation and a unique diceless form of rolling which instead uses a standard playing card deck.
https://preview.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/141424/nobilis-the-game-of-sovereign-powers-2002-edition I… want to do a more general overview on Jenna K as an important figure in indie RPG design, but for now just know that Nobilis is good
https://temporalhiccup.itch.io/apocalypse-keys Apocalypse Keys is a game inspired by Doom Patrol, Hellboy, X-men, and other comics about monstrousness being an allegory for disenfranchisement. Apocalypse Keys is also here because its published by Evilhat so its very cleaned up and fancy but I love how the second you check out the dev's other stuff you can tell they are a lot more experimental with their stuff, this is not a critique, it is in fact a compliment
Fellowship! I've posted about this game before, but it is again here. Fellowship has a fun concept that it uses very well mostly, its a game about defining your character's culture, and I think that's really really cool
Voidheart Symphony is a really cool game about psychic rebellion in a city that really does not like you, the more you discover for yourself the better
Panic at the Dojo is a phenomenal ttrpg based on what the Brazilian would call "Pancadaria", which basically means, fucking other's people shit up. Character Creation is incredibly open and free, meaning that many character concepts are available
Legacy 2e is a game about controlling an entire faction's choices across time, its very fun
remember to be kind to a trans person today! oh also don't even try to be transphobic in the reblogs or replies, you will be blocked so fast your head will spin
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scribbledghost · 2 months
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hi baby !! i js rlly have been thirsting for some yautja content n u was the only writer i knew that posts predator contents😭😭 i need sum yautja aaangstt!! like where reader almost dies(just ignore this if its rude or disrespectful 😭😭ps im soorryy)
It's not rude or disrespectful at all!! I've missed my Yautja (especially my boy T'Kua ;; so i'm gonna make this about him hope that's okay) so I'm happy to write some angst for em! (Though. You know me - gotta have a happy ending here)
The Fifth Day
He is used to bloodshed. He is used to injuries, to pain, to broken bodies.
He is used to death.
But not like this.
T'Kua sprints through the streets of Yautja Prime, your body growing heavier in his arms with every step. He screeches at others to move, to get out of his way; as an Elder, he is immediately obeyed.
Stay with me, he commands you in his mind. Do not leave me.
He does not know what has caused you to be in such a state. All he knows is that he arrived home after a lengthy clan meeting to find you unconscious on the floor, your body blazing warm. He hadn't even been aware that you'd felt unwell.
T'Kua barges into the nearest emergency clinic, shouting for help. Healers are quick to arrive, and in his irrational state, he fights them at first when they try to take you from him.
Later when he is standing in the corner, watching a team work on your failing body, he prays.
I beg you, do not take them from me, he pleas to the Black Warrior. It is not their time.
He listens to the head healer chitter vague medical instructions to his subordinates. Something about a fever, an infection, a rapid decline. Something on Yautja Prime that you did not have on Earth, and thus had no defenses against. Once you are properly stabilized, the healer comes to him.
"We have done all we can," he says. "Now, we must wait."
T'Kua is no stranger to waiting. Most hunts largely consist of it; quietly stalking prey, or lying in wait. But, again, this is different. This is no hunt. There is no enemy he can overwhelm and kill.
He cannot protect you here.
Days pass in the same manner: he wakes by your bedside, spends the day waiting for any sign of life from you, then falls into a restless sleep in the same place. The medics assure him that your condition is not deteriorating, but that does little to ease his mind. You may not be getting worse, but you are not getting better, either.
Then, at the dawn of the fifth day, he notices you stir.
It is an almost imperceptible movement - just a slight twitch of your finger. But it is monumental to T'Kua.
It is hope.
He leans forward, softly calling your name in a tongue you are familiar with. You grunt slightly, and he reaches forward and slides a giant paw beneath your hand. Again, he calls your name.
"Come... back to me," he says slowly, your language still somewhat foreign to him.
Just then, your eyebrows pinch together, and you groan as you attempt to open your eyes.
"T'Kua...?" you say, voice raw from disuse.
"Yes," he says quickly. "Is... me. Am... here."
Your eyes open more fully, only to close again against the offending sunlight creeping in through the window.
"...My eyes burn," you croak.
"Fe...ver," T'Kua says.
"Thirsty."
Though he is loathe to leave you, he stands from his perch and grabs a canteen of water from the other side of the room. He gently holds your head in place as he tips it against your lips. The skin on your face shines with sweat.
There is much he wants to say, but he does not want to burden you so soon after waking. So instead, he thumbs away some of the perspiration on your cheek with a gentle touch and grabs your hand again.
A healer on their regular rounds walks into the room, and suddenly the quiet moment is replaced by chaos.
You are soon surrounded, though T'Kua refuses to let go of your hand as the medics take your vitals and do their work. Your fever has broken, but the infection is still present. The staff's leader is confident that this will fade with plenty of time, rest, and fluids, but states that you will still be under their care for a few more days at minimum.
Once the healers have left and silence returns to the space, T'Kua gazes at you.
"What's on your mind?" you ask softly.
"You," he responds. "Was... scared."
T'Kua rarely admits fear, though you are an exception to his rule. You are an exception to many rules.
"I'm okay."
"Now. Many days... not okay."
You do not respond. A hand reaches up and traces along his mandibles before it rests against his jaw.
"I'm sorry I scared you."
T'Kua purrs softly as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. He runs a hand up your arm, noticing how you shiver slightly as sharp claws trace soft skin.
"Do not... scare... again," he teases lightly as he cracks one eyelid open to peer at you.
You laugh softly, a gentle sound T'Kua wishes to bottle and carry with him until the Black Warrior claims him.
"I'll do my best."
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yuujispinkhair · 10 months
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Hiking vacation with boyfie Sukuna
Pairing: modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Warnings: 18+, lots of fluff and some smut, outdoor sex, praise. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don’t interact. This is super self-indulgent because I am on vacation atm and I can’t stop thinking about Kuna being here with me aaahhhh!!! ♥️
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Being on a hiking vacation with your boyfriend Sukuna would include:
+ Holding hands with him the whole time during your hiking tours. Or he has one arm around your waist and his hand in your back pocket.
+ He looks so hot in his muscle shirt and hiking shorts and boots, showing his muscular arms and calves and his sexy tattoos.
+ He is so tall and so strong next to you, making you feel so safe and get butterflies just from looking at him.
+ His sexy smirk when he offers his hand to help you climb over a fallen tree or a slippery rock.
+ When he drinks water out of his bottle, looking so sexy when some droplets run down his chin, and you see his Adam’s apple bop enticingly.
+ He hands you the bottle afterward, always insisting you drink something too, even when you complain because you aren’t thirsty. His satisfied smirk, when you take a sip anyway, making him look so smug that you roll your eyes and have to get on your tiptoes to kiss that grin off him.
+ Sukuna always walks on the side of the hiking trail where the slope is. Swapping places with you by wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you to the other side so he can take the more dangerous path. Making you smile because he is so protective.
+ When he smirks and puts a finger under your chin, and tilts your face up so he can slowly lean closer and kiss you. Making your heart race because you can feel his smile during the kiss, and it’s so sexy.
+ Long, slow tongue kisses while he holds you close.
+ Taking selfies where Sukuna stands behind you, tall and buff, hugging you tightly from behind and winking at the camera while he presses a kiss to your neck.
+ Sukuna laughing about the weird looks he sometimes gets from older people because of his face tattoos.
+ Sukuna giving your hand a gentle squeeze and leaning down to murmur in your ear how happy you make him. Telling you that he used to make fun of people who went hiking with their special someone, calling them boring. But now he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
+ Sukuna being so grateful for you and the life you give him. Thanking you for the way you love him. Being so smitten with how soft you are with him. Telling you in such a tender voice how deeply in love he is with you and that he wants this forever.
+ Strolling through town in the evenings after you return from your hike of the day, looking like the biggest lovebirds when you hold hands and laugh together about all the stupid little jokes you make and the shit-talking Sukuna does about all the other people.
+ Holding hands on the table during your dinner dates and only having eyes for each other. Deep, meaningful glances into each other’s eyes and lots of flirting. Sukuna leaning across the table to kiss you and tease you affectionately about giving him such hearteyes.
+ Riding him on your hotel bed later on, basking in the way he moans beneath you. And when your legs are sore from walking all day, Sukuna helps you ride him, lifting you up and down on his cock while he tells you how good you are for him, watching your face the whole time because he loves seeing how cute you look when you cum on his cock.
+ Going on a two-day hike with him and spending the night in a beautiful meadow in the mountains. Lying on a picnic blanket to watch the night sky, your fingers intertwined with Sukuna’s, your head resting comfortably on his chest.
+ Talking softly to each other and sharing slow kisses that gradually grow more intense.
+ Sukuna rolling on top of you, deepening your kisses and slowly undressing you, covering you with his tall, muscular body to keep you warm even in the chilly night air of the mountains.
+ Your naked bodies moving against each other, lips and tongues caressing as you gasp into each other’s mouths. Sukuna loving you with his hands and lips while you stroke his hard cock, until both of you can’t take it anymore and need more of each other.
+ Making love under the stars. Your hands in Sukuna’s pink hair and your legs around his waist, hearing his low moans against your ear, feeling him roll his hips into you, fucking you so deep and so good that you start crying.
+ Looking up at the stars sparkling in the night sky behind Sukuna’s broad shoulders while he makes slow love to you.
+ When you see a shooting star, your only wish is to always call Sukuna yours, to always be this close to him. And somehow you know at that moment that your wish will come true.
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AAAAHHH I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM 😭😭💗💗 I was going insane because I couldn’t stop fantasizing about boyfie Kuna going on vacation with me, so I had to write all those thoughts down. I hope you enjoyed them too!!
Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be super nice 💗
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shadowynn · 10 months
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| the paradigm complex | five |
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pairing: ot8 ateez x fem! reader
genre: yandere!vampire!cult!poly! ateez au
warnings: yandere behavior, some cursing, mentions of violence, manipulation, toxic relationships, mentions of blood
(also, wanted to run over one last warning/disclaimer/important note (??) but i just wanted to state for the record somewhere, that while consent might seem a bit dubious at times in this work, i want to make it clear that sexual consent will never be anything but absolutely clear. while, i don't plan on making any of my works very nsfw, things may be hinted towards at times. and though it's very clear that the relationships in this story are anything but healthy and people may be a bit grabby at times, consent will always be given. (and good, clear consent, not manipulated consent) just wanted to stick this in somewhere in case this is something that is triggering for you. if, and when, the reader sleeps with anyone in this work, they will do so fully consenting in their right mind.)
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a/n: okay, okay, first thing, first. go up and read the additional warning up above if you skipped it and ended up here. just an important note i wanted to talk about before this chapter. if you're done there, then the next thing i want to say is that i apologize for all the eurovision references in this part. i started writing this part shortly after the competition this year and couldn't stop myself from adding them in. if you're interested in which songs they are, i'll add a link here at the end of this with the playlist i pretty much listened to the whole time writing this chapter and imagine mc's hype up playlist to be. other than that, i guess i just want to once more thank you all for your support and love. i'm always so blown away by you all and could never express just how thankful i am for you all. as always, i hope you enjoy. <33
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| four | five | six |
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At first, you believed it to just be your anxiety getting the better of you, growing worse as Monday went on and crept closer to the time your ex-boyfriend would find the letter you left him. It wasn’t unnatural for you to feel sick when you were stressed, but it was never anything more than some mild nausea that passed once your nerves had settled. Not only did your nausea persist throughout the day and into the night, but it was slowly accompanied by a fever, uncontrollable chills, and terrible body aches.
The night was nothing short of a hazy, fever dream. You tossed and turned inside your bed, drifting in and out of sleep as your mind floated from one unfortunate series of events to the next, the dreams which haunted your head vivid enough for you to struggle determining them from reality.
When you finally woke up, you had been drenched in sweat and feeling much worse than you had the night before. Every single muscle in your body seemed to ache, and despite your body burning from the fever, you were terribly cold, shivering beneath the blankets you had piled over your body. Worse of all, your throat burned, but no matter how thirsty you felt, nothing stayed down for long. Even the smallest sip of water made your stomach roll, causing you to spend the majority of Tuesday wrapped up in a blanket on your bathroom floor. 
Wednesday went no differently than Tuesday. At some point in the haze, you thought you might have heard a knock at your front door, but you didn’t have the strength to get up from your corner in the bathroom to go downstairs and check. Your phone buzzed shortly after when a call came through, but you weren’t able to reach for it in time to answer, lost in the mound of blankets surrounding you. When you finally found it, you saw that it had been Mingi who had called alongside a plethora of other messages you had missed in your semi-concurrent state over the past day and a half. You thought about answering the text message he had left alongside the missed call, wanting to tell him you were fine, but your stomach rolled, forcing you to drop everything and empty whatever was left in your stomach at this point. 
“y/n?” 
The sound surprised you, but not quite as much as when your eyes glanced up and found a familiar figure standing in the open doorway to your bathroom.
“Mingi?” If it wasn’t for how terrible you currently felt, you might have felt self-conscious of your current physical state, but you didn’t have the energy to do so. Your brain could barely wrap around the fact Mingi had come into your apartment, let alone what sort of implications it might have had. 
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in.” He kept his distance from you when he spoke. “You weren’t answering your phone and I was worried, so when your door was unlocked...”
“No, it’s fine-” you began, but was cut off as a wave of nausea hit you once more. 
Mingi was at your side in a heartbeat, fingers tickling the back of your neck as he pulled your hair out of the way for you. Somewhere inside your mind you were aware of the action. Of how close he was to you and how embarrassing the interaction was for you, but his touch was cool against your feverish skin and you did little more but lean into it when he reached out for your forehead once your stomach had settled.
“Sorry, I’m-“
“There’s nothing to apologize for.” His voice was soft, hands brushing back the sweaty strands of hair stuck against your forehead. “You’re burning up, so why don’t we get you back into bed, huh?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement, hands already moving downwards to help lift your body. “Then I’ll get you some water as well as something to help deal with the nausea.” 
You were too weak to argue, and far too out of it to feel embarrassed at the amount of support you needed from him to get back on your feet. He guided you the short distance over to your bed without complaint, maneuvering the blankets and pillows around to best support you. Once you were comfortably situated, he left you be for just a moment to go fetch the materials he had spoken of earlier.
It was hard to tell how long he was gone, having drifted off to sleep shortly after he left your side. You were only vaguely aware of someone gently shaking you awake later on, and helping you down whatever contents were in the bottle he brought. This time around, it went down with little resistance, cool and refreshing against your parched throat. 
“Don’t worry, love,” Mingi’s voice was soft as he spoke, hand once again hovering over your forehead, “it’ll all be over soon.” 
You weren’t sure when he left, or if he had ever even been there at all, drifting back to sleep shortly after. The dreams that followed were even stranger than the nights before, more vivid and intense than anything before, almost fully leading you to believe you had imagined Mingi being there. Everything about them felt real, down to the fingers that fluttered along your arms and legs, cool to the touch from the heat of your fever, and the lips that ghosted along after them. If you had been in your right mind, you might have been embarrassed by the contents, fully aware of just who your feverish mind had summoned into your head. But there was a strange sort of relief alongside them, and the liquid poured down your throat, fully satisfying the thirst that had consumed you earlier.
When you finally awoke late Thursday morning, you were surprised to discover your fever had finally started to ease. You didn’t feel fully back to normal yet, but you found yourself able to get around your room once more without the threat of passing out hovering over you. And for the first time in days, you were not only able to keep down the small snack you ate, but also stand long enough to take a shower and wash away the sweat and grime that had built up over the last few days.
You settled back into your bed after stepping out of the shower. You felt better than you had in days, no longer feeling as though you were on the verge of death, but the few actions you had done had still left you exhausted in your weakened state. You might have been on the road to recovery, but you would still have to take it easy over the next few days. 
You took the time to check your phone, briefly running through the notifications that had flooded it over the past few days. The majority of them were from Felix, but there were a few from Hongjoong and the others, including Mingi, who’s message indicated that he had been in your apartment the day before. The realization left a pit forming in your stomach, fully embarrassed by the interaction now that you had the capacity to do so. You couldn’t remember exactly what had occurred, but what little snippets you gathered only served to leave you blushing and pushing back his message to deal with later, if at all. 
Instead, you focused your attention towards Felix. He was at work for the afternoon, so you were unable to call him and let him know you had not been kidnapped and there was no reason to call the police, but you texted him a brief update on your status alongside a promise to call him later once he was free. Once he was taken care of, you had the others who had expressed concern in your absence to deal with. You quickly discovered there was at least one text from each of your new coworkers, littered with concern for your well-being and questions asking if there was anything they could do to help. Your cheeks once again tinted pink as you read through them, sinking further beneath your covers and opting to send a short update into the group chat to thank them and inform them you were feeling much better at the moment.
You spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, catching up on a few of the shows you had been watching before switching to a variety of random YouTube videos to pass the time. As much as you hated falling ill during the one week you had off from work, it was still nice to be able to rest and heal on your own time and without having to worry about missing work or anything else. 
It was evening by the time Felix called you, FaceTiming you to ensure you were doing as well as you said. You moved downstairs to the kitchen to talk with him, eager to get out of bed after being in it for so long and settling down at the island counter to snack on some crackers as the two of you talked.
You had been speaking for almost half an hour when there was a knock at the door, silencing the giggle Felix had pulled out of you. Your lips twisted as you turned your head towards the sound out of reflex, unsure who exactly was at your door. You hadn’t been expecting anyone, but you were pretty sure you could easily narrow the culprit down to one of eight people.
“Something wrong, n/n?” 
You shook your head, turning back to your phone propped up on the counter. “No, someone’s just at my door. Could you give me a second to see who it is and what they want?” That, you also had a relatively good idea for as well, nearly certain it was just one of your new neighbors coming to check up on you and see how you were doing. 
Before you did, however, you couldn’t stop your eyes from flickering to the edge of your screen where your own reflection lied. You couldn’t stop another frown from crossing your face, acutely aware of how rough you looked at the moment. You had dressed purely for comfort and hadn’t done anything else with your hair after taking a shower, simply letting it air dry. And while you knew it didn’t matter, the visit was definitely not anything beyond friendly, you still felt your self-esteem dropping the slightest. While you had no issues with Felix seeing you in your current state - you had been friends for years and fully comfortable around him - you were nowhere near that level of comfort with anyone who lived here yet. 
You straightened your hair as best you could before getting up from your seat to head over to the door, steadying yourself for just a few seconds when you got a little dizzy from getting up too quickly. 
“Seonghwa, hi.” You remained half hidden behind the door when you opened it, surprised to see the senior property manager at your doorstep despite knowing it was likely him or one of the others. 
“Hi,” Seonghwa returned your sentiment with a smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Well, considering I can now make it downstairs without passing out or throwing up, I’d say pretty good,” you joked, feeling oddly at ease in front of him. “I think I spent the majority of the past two days laying on the bathroom floor.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling better. We’ve all been worried about you, especially after the state Mingi found you in yesterday,” he replied, all but confirming your suspicions. Mingi had come over yesterday. “And I’m sorry about coming over unannounced, but I thought you might not be feeling up to cooking anything tonight, so I made you some soup.”
It took a minute for his words to process, and once they did, you struggled with a response. Seeing the thermos extended towards you left your stomach flipping; the kindness he was showing you making you freeze. It was one thing coming to check up on you, but this…
“Seonghwa.” Your arms crossed against your chest, fighting the strange urge to cry. After everything you had been through the past few days, the act of kindness hit you hard, not quite used to it. “Thank you.” You took the thermos from his hands, giving him a soft smile. “Do you want to come inside for a bit?”
“I’d like that.” Seonghwa nodded his appreciation, and you stepped out of the way to let him inside, closing the door behind him. 
Your mind briefly traveled over to the comment Felix had made the other day, the one where he was certain no guy would go this much out of the way for someone they were just seeking friendship with. But he had been wrong, right? That couldn’t have been true when each of them treated you with such kindness. It was just the type of people they were, right? 
You shook your head, finding the train of thought ridiculous. Of course they were just being friendly. 
“It’s not much yet, sorry, but there’s a chair at the island you can sit at.” You made your way back over to the kitchen, setting the thermos on the counter and trying not to let your insecurity of yourself or your lack of furnishings get the better of you. “Just give me a second to wrap up my call with Felix and I’ll be free.”
You grabbed your phone from off the counter, unmuting yourself so you could let Felix know what had happened and finish your conversation. “Sorry about that, Lix.” You took the further barstool at the island, settling back down. Despite feeling much better than earlier, your head still spun from standing too long. “Seonghwa stopped by to bring me some dinner. Would you like to say hi?” You were quick to add to let Felix know you were no longer alone, not wanting him to say anything about the situation that might embarrass you further. Of course that didn’t mean Felix wouldn’t still say something, but it would lower the severity of the next words out of his mouth. 
You were quick to notice the shift in Felix’s face, including the smirk that crossed his lips, but he refrained himself from whatever sarcastic remark you knew had just played through his mind. Hearing your conversation, Seonghwa approached you from behind, peering down at the screen in your hand from over your shoulder. You had a hard time resisting the shiver that ran down your spine as his hand came down to rest on the counter beside you. There was something different about him tonight that you couldn’t quite place, something that left your stomach fluttering. And had he always smelled this good before? A scent you couldn’t quite place, but had you unconsciously leaning back into him. 
“Hi!” Felix waved to the man standing behind you, the very man you hoped didn’t notice the subtle smirk he had sent your way beforehand. The way his eyes shifted between the two of you made your stomach twist. “I’m Felix. It’s nice to finally have a face to one of the names n/n keeps mentioning.”
You had to bite your lower lip to keep the rebuttal at bay, inwardly twisting at the implication of Felix’s remark. 
“All good things I hope,” Seonghwa chuckled, and was it just your imagination or had he moved in closer?
“Oh, no, it’s been nothing but terrible,” Felix replied, and you swiftly became aware of the mistake you had made in allowing the two to speak. “I mean, bringing her food, helping her unpack, checking up on her? What kind of person would do that?”
“Well, you can talk all about it tomorrow,” you interrupted their conversation as Seonghwa laughed behind you, hoping he didn’t see the pink tint on your cheeks in the lower image of the screen. “I should probably eat before the food gets cold, but I’ll see you tomorrow, Lix.”
Thankfully, Felix didn’t try to fight your attempt to get out of the awkward situation you had put yourself into. He simply nodded his agreement and stayed on long enough with you to finalize the plans for tomorrow before saying goodbye and returning the finger heart you gave him and ending the call. 
“I’m sorry about Felix.” The room fell silent as your screen went dark. You became fully aware you were now alone with Seonghwa and though you hadn’t given Felix too much time to embarrass you, you still felt some need to fill the silence and apologizing for your friend was the first thing to pop inside your mind. “He can be a bit much at times.”
“It’s fine.” Seonghwa shook his head, pulling back from you when you made to move yourself. “He seems like a good friend. How long have you known each other?”
“Ummm, a little over three years now, I think.” You thought over the question for just a moment, the years had mixed together over time. “We met shortly after I had moved to the city and just sort of clicked almost immediately. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without him. He’s just about the only thing that’s kept me sane since then.”
You made to stand back up and grab yourself a bowl and utensils, but you must have gone a little too quickly as the motion left your head spinning once more. Seonghwa reacted quickly, hands wrapping around your waist to help steady you as you reached out for the counter in front of you for support. 
“Are you okay?” His voice sounded close, too close. Close enough to where you could feel his breath tickling your ear. 
“Yeah, just a little lightheaded is all.” Your breath hitched, overcome with the unnatural urge to close the distance between you. Your fingers tightened their grip on the counter in an attempt to steady them, lips parting momentarily as a newfound thirst overcame you. 
It was now that Seonghwa’s familiar scent finally clicked in your head, reminding you of your ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t quite the same, but the overarching sweetness of it was something that had long since been imprinted in your memory and nearly sent you reeling. 
“You should eat then,” his voice was soft, fingers digging momentarily into your waist before guiding you back down to the chair you had risen from. “The past few days have been rough on you and your body, so try and rest for now. I can get what you need.”
You nodded your head, sinking back down into your chair. He was right. Besides the little bit of food your stomach had been able to handle earlier, you hadn’t eaten anything in the last few days and were starting to feel the effects now that you had been getting up and about once more. 
“I’m sorry.” 
“For what?” Seonghwa looked back at you from the cabinet he was rummaging in. 
“I don’t know.” His response caught you off guard, causing you to squirm in your seat. “I guess I just feel a little bit like I’m inconveniencing you. I mean, you’ve all helped me so much these past few days and I can’t help but feel a little guilty about it all. I don’t want to be a burden to you or make you think I’m trying to take advantage of you in any way.”
“Is that all?” Seonghwa’s head tilted and you had a hard time reading the intent behind his words as you meekly nodded your confirmation. Perhaps it wasn’t everything that plagued you, but it was all you were willing to divulge at the moment. “Then you don’t have anything to apologize for.” He waved your concern away, closing the cabinet door once he found what he was looking for. “Life gets crazy every once in a while and we just try and do what we can to help each other out. I’m sure if the roles were reversed, you’d do the exact same thing, right? After all, you helped little Junseo without even knowing him, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah,“ You had forgotten about your interaction with Junseo on your first visit here. The act of helping him hadn’t even passed your mind since then. It had simply been the right thing to do, but this was different. You weren’t a defenseless little kid. You could take care of yourself. “but it’s-“
“y/n,” Seonghwa’s hand landed on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze, “just let us take care of you, okay?”
Something about his expression resonated with you, leaving you with the sudden urge to do exactly what he said. Seonghwa wanted nothing more than to help you, to take care of you, so why were you trying to fight him on it? Why wouldn’t you just let him do it? What was the harm in it? You would both be happier in the long run. 
“Okay.” You nodded, body relaxing at the smile your response pulled from him. God, he really was beautiful, wasn’t he?
“Now, please, eat.” He pushed a bowl of soup towards you, pulling you from the daze you had fallen into. 
You picked up the spoon he had fetched for you, turning your gaze away. You had been staring again, hadn’t you? Had he noticed? Your eyes glanced back in his direction, using your hair to shield your gaze as best as you could. He must have. Why else would he be smirking right about now. 
Shit.
“Shit.” You repeated the curse out loud, but this time out of pure shock after tasting the soup Seonghwa had brought for you. “Seonghwa, this is amazing!” And you weren’t lying. His soup tasted heavenly and you had to restrain yourself from eating it too quickly. The last thing you wanted was to throw it all back up, a thought that had you blushing once more remembering your interaction with Mingi the day before. 
“Thank you.” Seonghwa’s chin came to rest against the palm of his hand as you continued to praise his cooking. Amusement overtook his features at your antics, but you weren’t paying enough attention to him at the moment to notice it. “I’m glad you enjoy it.”
This time you did notice it when you looked back up at him, causing you to swiftly look away once more. Your gaze went back down to the bowl in front of you, fiddling with the spoon while you inwardly cursed yourself. You could feel your appetite disappearing as your embarrassment took over, and you had to fight the urge to apologize once more. He would probably only call you out on it again, leaving you more flustered than you were already. 
If he noticed or minded your discomfort, he didn’t show it, carrying on your conversation with an ease that would have left you jealous if you hadn’t been on the receiving end of it. He asked you about your interests, your hobbies, what family you had left, and everything in between. And though you might have felt slightly uncomfortable in the beginning, you felt more at ease around him as the night went on, especially once he made you a cup of tea. 
You were struggling to keep your eyes open towards the end, but too enthralled in the moment to make any move to end it. There was something about him that was addicting, each easy smile and brush against your skin pulling you in deeper until his presence consumed your mind entirely. Never in your life had you wanted someone, needed someone, so completely and this desire left your head spinning. 
Perhaps somewhere deep inside your mind, you were aware something wasn’t quite right, conscious of the hazy state of your brain and inability to think clearly. But it was impossible for you to fully grasp this thought as he helped you back upstairs. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you in close to him and making it impossible for you to not bury your face into him and let his scent consume you. 
Fingers danced across your skin, lips trailing along the curve of your neck. For a split second, the bliss was overtaken by a searing pain at your neck, causing your body to tense as the haze was momentarily broken. You reached for the figure over you, attempting to push them off as your panic overwhelmed you, only for your movements to still seconds later as soft reassurances were ushered against your lips. 
Everything was alright. Everything was just fine. You were safe here. Safe with him. He would take care of you. Give you everything you needed. All you had to do was let him. 
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
When Felix arrived at your apartment, he found you laying headfirst on top of your bed, the clothes you had been trying on previously discarded haphazardly around you. The music you had turned on in an attempt to hype yourself up for the night had taken a new turn as Luke Black’s voice echoed around the loft. The lyrics ‘I just want to sleep forever’ mirroring your own sentiment at the moment. 
“Nothing to wear?” Felix was silent at first, and you turned your head over in his direction to find him leaning against the banister near the stairs, eyeing you with cool amusement. 
“I don’t think I’m gonna go anymore, Lix,” you replied before burying your head back into your pillow, causing your next words to muffle. “Just tell them I’m still not feeling well.” It wasn’t a complete lie. The nausea that had built up from your anxiety for tonight certainly made you feel sick at the moment.
“And why not?” 
Whether he chose to ignore your second statement, or simply didn’t hear it from your position, you didn’t know, but his focus into your first statement made you sigh. In truth, you weren’t sure what had started it all. One moment you were pilfering through your closet in search of something to wear, dancing along to the music coming through your speakers, and the next you were curled up on top of your bed fighting the urge to break down. You supposed it had probably started with a stray thought, briefly wondering what your new friends would think of you in your first selection before your mind had cracked. Nothing worked after that, and you quickly began to pick out each and every insecurity the outfits you tried on would show.
As much as you hated yourself for it, you had a hard time holding back your attraction for each of the eight males who had entered your life within the past few weeks. Whether it was just natural or your body rebounding in an attempt to regain what you lost, you weren’t sure. But it didn’t matter. Not when you knew it would only lead to you setting yourself up for another heartbreak. Tonight’s intent was nothing more than friendly, an attempt to get to know you better and let you run wild and loosen up after your recent breakup. There was nothing romantic involved, none of them held an ounce of interest in you. And why would they? They were of a class way above you and it was unbelievably stupid for you to think anything otherwise. The sooner you wrapped your head around it, the better.
But you couldn’t. Your mind kept roaming to your time with Seonghwa the night before. All the two of you had done was talk, but it hadn’t stopped you from wondering, what if? And it clearly hadn’t stopped your mind from running wild in your sleep. 
“Because I don’t have anything to wear.” You tossed the thoughts away, thankful your face was hidden from view. As much as you trusted Felix, you didn’t feel like talking about how much your last relationship had crushed you and how the lingering effects of it still haunted you to this day. That was a conversation that would only lead to you feeling worse than you did at the moment, so you left it buried inside for the moment, deciding to instead focus on the issue that had sprung this fit on you in the first place.
Felix hummed. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
He pushed himself off the edge of the banister to approach your bed, causing you to take a quick peak at him as he began rifling between the discarded articles of clothing. He had gone all out tonight, opting for an all black outfit. His shirt was form fitting, drawing attention to his toned chest while his pants had a looser, cargo fit to them. It was completed with the oversized jacket of his that you loved and a pair of bulky combat boots. The only hint of color in the whole ensemble was the hair he had just dyed a few shades closer to platinum and the neon purple graphic liner ordaining his eyes.
Your stomach dropped as you took him in, wondering why everyone in your life was so attractive. The only reason you could ever imagine any of them stayed around you was to make them feel better about themselves. You were only there as a confidence booster, so they wouldn’t be the ugly friend in the mix. 
“What about this?” Felix asked, pulling up the pleated black skirt you had first pulled on nearly an hour ago. “You can wear it with that one-sleeved crop you have and then we can match.”
“I don’t know.” You frowned, knowing exactly which shirt he was talking about, but not quite feeling it in your current mindset. Not when it showed off so much of your figure, the very thing that had caused this spiral. “I tried it on earlier and I don’t think I’m feeling it tonight.”
“Well, what if I told you, you could wear my jacket over it?” His brow quirked and you had a hard time keeping your expression level as your eyes roamed over the jacket he was referring to. You did love that jacket. “That way you can cover up if you want to and take it off if you’re comfortable.”
“I don’t know-”
“I’ll do your liner too,” he added, pulling out a bag from one of his pockets and tossing it over to you.
Your lips twisted, having a hard time keeping a smile from forming as you took in Felix’s collection of neon eyeliner. “Fine, you have a deal, but,” you sighed, slowly picking yourself up into a seated position, “just help me make sure I don’t do anything crazy tonight, will you? I don’t want to make a fool of myself again or do anything I’ll regret in the morning.” Your mind trailed back to your first night here, still fully embarrassed by your actions that night. And though Hongjoong had told you, you hadn’t said or done anything, you couldn’t help but doubt him, almost fully convinced he had just told you that to spare you some embarrassment.
“You have my word.” Felix nodded, giving you a reassuring smile. “So, hurry up and go get dressed so I can finish your makeup. We’re running late.”
You pulled yourself out of bed, taking the skirt in Felix’s hand and pilfering around the rest of the scattered clothes for the top he had mentioned earlier. Once you had found both pieces, you made your way into the bathroom to change. While you felt slightly better after your conversation with Felix, you still couldn’t quite find your confidence back anymore. Your eyes still traveled across your figure in the mirror, wondering just what it was about you that was faulty? What was it that had made Jae seek comfort elsewhere? What was it that had driven him away?
“y/n?” You were distracted at the soft knock at the door, followed by Felix calling out to you. “You okay?”
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to help settle your nerves. Tonight was about having fun, letting loose and celebrating the fact you had finally gotten out of the toxic relationship you had begun to think you were truly stuck in. Now was not the time to let his lies get the better of you. You couldn’t let him continue to haunt your life after finally becoming free. You needed to let him go and move on, fully enjoying this new side of life you had craved for so long. 
“Yeah, I’m good,” you replied, turning from the mirror and refusing to look at yourself any longer. Tonight was going to be fun. All you had to do was let yourself enjoy it for what it was: the beginning of new friendships and a new life altogether. “Just give me a second to do the rest of my makeup and then I’ll be ready.”
You didn’t spend too much time on it, deciding it best to keep your face fairly bare for the night. With Felix offering to do a fun graphic design on your eyes, you kept the rest of it light and neutral, not wanting to risk it running or smudging later on in the night. 
“You know, Lix,” you began a few minutes later, sitting up on the bathroom counter for Felix to complete your look for you, “if you would have told me six months ago I would have fallen in love with a man with a bowl cut and a green bolero jacket, I would have called you crazy. And yet, here we are.” You did your best to keep your face still as he worked, but you couldn’t stop the giggle that followed your words. The current song blasting through your speakers was the direct inspiration for the color you had opted for tonight and your former sentiment. “I think my heart has quite literally been stolen away.”
Felix snickered, taking a step back to check your line and see if it needed to be touched up anywhere. “Kaarija does have a certain charm about him, doesn’t he?” he hummed, grabbing the green liner again to fix a spot he found on your left eye. “There, all done.”
He stepped back once more, taking a few moments to appreciate his work before having you turn around and see if for yourself. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you took in your appearance, the bright green of the liner bringing the attention straight to your eyes from your otherwise all black look.
“It looks great!” You admired the design for a few more seconds, once again envious of his superior makeup skills. Despite being the more artistic one between the two of you, his ability in this field far outweighed your own. “You’re the best, y’know?” You jumped down from the counter, taking just a moment to straighten your skirt back out and fix the edge of your collar that was digging into your neck. “Now, your jacket, please?” You turned back towards him, extending your hand for the article of clothing he had promised you earlier.
“In a moment.” Felix stopped you with his index finger, picking his phone up off the counter and waving it over at you. “Pictures first.” 
You rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to argue with him. It wasn’t going to get you anywhere. When it came to pictures, Felix was worse than your mother had been growing up. Any attempt at fighting it would only lead to him taking pictures that would only serve to embarrass you later. 
“C’mon, we have to record this momentous event,” he replied, taking quick note of your outward distaste for it. “Plus, I look good, you look good- No, I’m serious, y/n.” His hand reached for your shoulder, leaning down to match your height. “And I’m not saying that just because I’m your best friend or because I did an amazing job on your makeup. You look good. Really good. You’re not going to be lacking any dance partners or having to buy any drinks tonight-”
“Shut up.” You shove Felix away from you, trying to hide the smile and blush he pulled out of you. You didn’t believe his words, not truly, but the compliments still left your stomach fluttering.
Once Felix was satisfied, you demanded his jacket once more. This time he didn’t try to fight you on it, glady shrugging the piece off and handing it over to you. You took it greedily, feeling more confident than you had all night once the oversized fit of it helped to hide the shape of your body. It was still summer, and you knew it would quickly heat up once you got inside the club, but you figured you would be able to last until you had one or two drinks in you, letting the alcohol give you the courage you currently lacked without it.
“Y’know,” you began once you turned back to Felix, taking in his outfit with new appreciation. “You could make a pretty good Leon cosplay with that.”
“You think?” Felix turned back to the mirror beside you, considering your words as he looked over his outfit one last time, running a hand through his hair. “Hmm, you’re right. Maybe next con, then? You could always be Ashley.”
You shook your head. “If we’re going that route, I think I’d prefer Ada. Her dress in the new remake is very pretty.” Now that you were ready, you grabbed your phone back off the counter to let the others know you would be downstairs to meet them in just a few minutes.
Any confidence you had managed to build up in the last few minutes slowly faded away as you read through the few messages you had missed, wondering if you were really mentally ready for tonight. The nerves you had carefully locked away now returned in full force, leaving you itching to call out sick once more.
Why were they doing this? You fully understood Felix’s intentions when he had asked Hongjoong if they wanted to join you two, but why had he accepted the offer? Why had any of them accepted the offer? Felix hadn’t exactly been the most subtle about it when he had invited them, so why did they seem so enthused about going? 
You didn’t understand it. You didn’t understand them. Why were they so nice to you? Why were they so friendly towards you? Always ready to help at a moment’s notice. You weren’t anything special. Nothing worth the attention they seemed so keen to give you. So, why? Why did they do it?
“You ready, n/n?” Felix asked, pulling your head from your phone as he gathered up the few possessions he had brought with him. 
“Ready.” You nodded, quickly hitting send before pocketing your phone. You were hardly ready, but you doubted you would ever be ready to put yourself out there once more.
You took one last deep breath as you followed Felix down the hall, preparing yourself for the night’s events. Tonight was going to be fun. After all, in one way or another, it was all about you.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Your nails tapped against the back of your phone case, fighting the urge to turn it around and check it once more. There was nothing to check, no notification or reason to open it up and look, but the need to find something to occupy yourself and give your fidgeting hands something to do was overwhelming. You had already shuffled through the phone several times in your hand, opening the screen up only to turn it off moments later when you realized you had nothing to do. 
The original intention had been to walk. The club was just a few streets down from your new apartment, but a steady rain had begun to fall, leaving you no choice but to make the short drive over there instead. You had thought it wouldn’t have been any big deal, but Felix had called shotgun the moment you had neared Mingi’s car - the wink that followed all but telling the intent behind it. The awkward conversation that followed left you offering to take the middle seat in the back, stuck between Yeosang and Jongho. You tried not to let it get to you, but your nerves were already high, and neither of the men beside you were particularly shy when it came to space. More pictures were taken, and though you couldn’t fathom why they wanted you in them too, you were squeezed in between them without a second thought. This combined with the looks Felix gave you in the rear view mirror while he chatted with Mingi only served to fuel your flustered state. 
Though fall was right around the corner, it was warmer than you had expected to be, and it didn’t take long in your trip to start growing hot from the jacket you had borrowed for the night. The drive was supposed to be a few minutes, but the streets were riddled with traffic and you eventually found yourself shrugging out of it when you couldn’t stand the heat any longer. 
Though you had passed by the Illusion on your way to and from your new apartment before, you had never seen it in full swing on the weekend before. Despite being highly exclusive, the line to get inside wrapped around the block, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long you would spend waiting outside in the rain and whether or not it would be worth it. Before you could voice your concern, however, Mingi had pulled the car to the side and Yeosang had pulled you out behind him, sharing his jacket with you to help shield you from the rain. Yeosang didn’t give the line a passing glance, guiding you towards the bouncer stationed at the front. He didn’t say a word as your group approached, letting you through with nothing more than a curious glance in your direction. 
You barely had time to take in the interior of the club before a hand was at the base of your back. The contact made you jump, afraid of who had gotten close to you already, but when you turned your head, you found it was only San. 
“This way.” His head tilted to the stairs at your left a few feet ahead of you before he used the grip he had on you to lead you towards them. There was another bouncer standing guard at the base, but he only gave San a small nod as you moved past him, making you wonder just what sort of connections Hongjoong had with the owner to have this sort of access. 
It was quieter upstairs, and you quickly became aware of the difference in air up here. Though only a few people roamed the premises - all who weren’t even trying to be subtle in their assessment of your figure tucked next to San - it was clear they were all of a class far different than your own. The clothes, the jewelry, hell, the mere way they held themselves, made you instantly aware of the fact you didn’t belong here. The cheap material of your clothes stuck out like a sore thumb, and it took everything in you to not disappear from view. 
San’s hand slipped further around your waist, fingers digging into your hip as he guided you past the bar and towards a private seating area back in the corner. It was set aside from the rest of the upstairs area, strategically set up between walls so it was given a bit of privacy from the other patrons milling about. A couch took up the majority of the space, looking out at the main floor beneath you. It was here that San dragged you to, pulling you down in the corner beside him. 
“Seonghwa and Yunho are getting the first round.” Wooyoung plopped himself down in the empty spot next to you before you had a chance to create some distance between yourself and San, effectively enclosing you in between them for the time being.
“Oh, okay. Just let me know how much I owe each of you and I’ll-“
“Don’t worry about it,” San replied before you had a chance to finish. “It’s our treat.”
“But-“ You understood the attempt to cheer you up, but you also weren’t a charity case. You didn’t need their help with everything. You could pay for your own drinks. 
“C’mon,” Wooyoung pouted, leaning in ever so closer to you. Just like Seonghwa from the night before and the two you had been trapped in between in the car earlier, he and San smelled good. There was a distinct difference to each of them, but the same undertones were there. Something distinctly sweet, effectively pulling you in. Your body subconsciously mirrored his movements, leaning further into him. “Won’t you let us buy you a few drinks?”
Your head nodded on its own accord, wondering why you had been opposed to it in the first place. There was no harm in letting them buy you a few drinks, now was there? Not when they were the ones offering. 
You weren’t sure exactly what drink Yunho had gotten you when it was passed down your way, but you weren’t about to complain when it was free. All it took was one sip to realize there was nothing to worry about. Whatever fruity cocktail they had gotten you satiated a thirst you weren’t even aware of, causing you to down the contents far quicker than you should have. 
Wooyoung was the first one to ask you to dance. You didn’t know exactly how to take the request, stomach fluttering as his head bent down towards your own. You wanted to, truly you did, but you didn’t think you had the confidence to do so. His intent was probably just friendly, but it couldn’t stop a wave of nerves from flooding through you at the idea. There was no way you could get that close to him without panicking, and if you panicked, god. That was a whole other disaster to contend with. 
So, you did your best to politely decline his offer, saying you were fine sitting here for the time being. And was it just your imagination or did Wooyoung seem upset by your answer? You didn’t have too much time to contemplate the matter, your attention quickly stolen elsewhere when another drink was passed down to you.  
You drank this one more slowly, already feeling the effects of the first one. For a brief moment, you thought something about it was a bit off, finding it strange to feel this tipsy after only one drink. You also wondered where Felix had gotten to, not seeing him in the sea of people around you and feeling a bit antsy by yourself, but both thoughts passed quickly when a question from Jongho pulled your attention to him and leaned further into San beside you. 
He was also asking if you wanted to dance, but you shyly shook your head, giggling some excuse about not being very good and hoping your face wasn’t quite as red as it felt. All the while, you found yourself sinking even further into San’s grip, whose hand was trailing along the length of your thigh as you finished the rest of your second glass. 
A part of you was somewhat aware of your current state, yelling at yourself to pick yourself back up and create some distance, but San’s other arm had crept around your waist and his presence was so warm and reassuring, you didn’t have the strength to do so. The way his fingers dug into the skin of your waist all but telling you everything was just fine. 
“Are you sure you don’t want to dance, pretty?”
San’s question made you stop for just a second, wondering whether you did want to dance or not. You were pretty sure you did, but the thought made your stomach flip once more. He didn’t actually want to dance with you, did he? He was only asking to be nice. To be polite. Because who else in this place was going to want to?
So, then, what did it matter if you went with him? What did it matter if you embarrassed yourself in front of them? It wouldn’t change the outcome of the night?  So, maybe you should go out there and enjoy yourself.
“Hongjoong, darling, you didn’t tell me you were coming tonight.” 
Whatever response you were going to give San fell away at the new voice, finding a woman alongside Mingi and Seonghwa as they made their way back from the bar. She was older than you by a few years and though her features were sharp, there was a certain poise about her that drew the attention of the room towards her. She held herself with a confidence foreign to you, made complete by the immaculate way she dressed, easily worth more than your entire wardrobe combined. Her attention was focused on Hongjoong a few people down from you, eyes barely passing over the rest of the group as she sat down next to him.  
You didn’t catch Hongjoong’s reply, distracted by the drink that was passed your way once more. For just a moment, you were vaguely aware that no one else seemed to be having quite as many drinks as you, but the thought was gone as quickly as it came when you caught a whiff of the drink. 
“y/n.” San attempted to pull your attention back to him, repeating the question he had asked before. 
Your brow furrowed, eyes glancing over at the woman now sitting next to Hongjoong. You were distinctly aware of the way she was leaning into him and the way her nails traced along his arm. It left a pit beginning to grow inside your stomach, especially when her eyes caught hold of yours and a smirk appeared. And despite the attention you were getting from the others, you could feel your confidence waning, fully aware someone like her was miles above you. 
“Sorry, will you excuse me for a moment?” 
You set your half-empty drink on the table in front of you, pulling yourself out of San’s grasp. Getting up left your head spinning, and you stumbled across the floor. Where exactly you were heading, you weren’t sure. You just needed to get out of there for a second and clear your mind before your panic overtook you. 
Coming here had been a terrible idea. You should have stayed home? Why hadn’t you stayed home? You weren’t ready, not yet. You knew something like this was bound to happen, so why had it bothered you so much? Because you had secretly held on to some hope that one of their actions had been more than friendly? Or because you had been reminded how beneath everyone you were? How it was stupid to think anyone would ever like you.
“Woah, careful there.” 
Hands caught your stumbling form at the bottom of the stairs, steadying you. You looked up, the apology at the tip of your tongue disappearing when you saw the man that had caught you. His figure towered over you, dark eyes peeking out between strands of hair dyed a bright teal. And though the lower half of his face was covered by a black mask, you had a pretty good idea of the beauty that must have laid beneath.
“Well, aren’t you just something special?” His head tilted as he assessed your features, dark eyes running unabashedly along your features. Fingers brushed back the hair at your neck as he leaned further down, breathing you in. “Hmm, maybe I should have taken you when I had the chance.”
“Jiwoon,” the man’s head snapped up at the voice behind you, eyes widening momentarily at the hand that was suddenly at his throat, “what do you think you’re doing? Get your fucking hands off of her.”
Despite the venom lacing their words and the hand at his throat, Jiwoon seemed unperturbed. He simply eyed the figure behind you with cool amusement before pointedly stepping away from you and raising his hands to signify he had done what was asked of him to remove the grip they had on him
“There’s no need to get all worked up, Yeosang.” Jiwoon’s hands were quickly replaced by another as he replied, encircling your waist and bringing you back into him. You had a hard time focusing on his words, mind preoccupied by the familiar scent that surrounded you in that moment. “I was simply helping the poor girl. Seems like she’s had quite a bit to drink tonight.” His eyes focused back onto you, taking note of the way your head had buried itself into Yeosang’s neck.
Something had upset you earlier, hadn’t it? But what? You couldn’t quite remember what had dragged you away anymore. 
“Consider yourself lucky I’m the one who came to fetch her. I don’t think some of the others would take as kindly to seeing your fangs that close to her neck.” 
“Whatever you say.” Jiwoon shrugged, brushing past the two of you to head upstairs. “Unlike some of the other vermin in this city, I do know my place. You have nothing to fear from me.”
"Are you okay, pretty?" Yeosang tugged you out from him, inspecting the skin along your throat where Jiwoon's face had been. "As much as I hate to admit it, Jiwoon was right. You've had quite a bit to drink tonight and it's dangerous to be on your own in this state. Who knows who might try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry, I just..." Just what? You had left for some reason hadn't you, but what had that been? Why had you left so suddenly? You searched for the answer in your memory, but came up short.
"No one's judging you, sweetheart." Yeosang's eyes met yours once he was satisfied with his assessment. "You can drink all you want. Just make sure you stick with one of us, 'kay? Especially if you want to come down to dance." At your confirmation, his eyes briefly traveled to the area behind you. "Is that why you came down here, n/n? Do you want to dance?"
No, you didn't think so, but then again, you couldn't remember your reasoning for leaving anymore. Perhaps Yeosang was right. Perhaps that was why you had left. Perhaps you had wanted to come dance.
One look at Yeosang was all it took for confirmation, and you shyly nodded your head at his question. The smile your response pulled out of him left your heart fluttering, masking any former reservations you might have had for the act as he pulled you along after him.
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“She has no idea, does she?”
It took all Hongjoong’s will to look up from your figure on the floor below, having finally been able to coax you out to the dance floor after several drinks. He couldn’t understand your timid denial to their advances from the first half of the trip, unable to work out why you were so persistent to stay in the shadows when you could move like that.
Yeosang had been the first to pull you out there, a fact San was heavily upset over seeing how close he had been at getting you to agree and fully blamed him for. I had her, San had pouted when Yeosang had begun to gloat over his victory earlier, and then you just had to let that stupid witch get close to you. 
Hongjoong hadn’t put much merit into his words, finding it nothing more than San grasping at straws when you had refused him, but he couldn’t wonder if perhaps there had been some merit to San’s words at the expression that crossed your face when he had stolen you from Yunho earlier. The hesitation and slight disbelief in your eyes as he pulled you in next to him did make him falter for a split second, feeling almost guilty for not doing anything about Yunjin’s obvious advances. You had left without explanation when Yunjin had appeared, after all. But the guilt only strayed for a second, quickly replaced by the satisfaction he felt at knowing he had that sort of hold over you, for knowing you were struggling to hold your attraction for him at bay.
He hadn’t gotten you for nearly as long as he had wanted, having you tugged away shortly after when San had come back for you. You were still currently tucked against his side at the moment, with Wooyoung pressed tightly on the other side of you. Though you had been nervous and flighty with the contact earlier in the night, your inhibitions had long since left you from the blood they had filled you with, and the sensual sway of your hips not only enticed the two men holding you, but anyone else who was watching.
And watching, they were.
The Illusion mainly catered to those nonhuman, and though the club had its fair share of humans that milled the premises on a given night for the right price, the majority of the patrons here tonight were fully aware of who he and his brothers were and did their best to keep their distance. This didn’t, however, keep their eyes from traveling to you, and though no one dared to approach you, their curiosity was impossible to contain. He didn’t mind. Quite the opposite really, taking full pleasure in knowing how they wished you would have been theirs. They were more than welcome to look all they wanted, just as long as they didn’t touch.
“No idea about what?” Hongjoong set his glass down, unable to quite stomach it. Despite having spent years collecting the highest quality blood, it all paled in comparison to your own now. And though you were one floor down and surrounded by a crowd of people, your blood still sung to him, all but begging for him to come and have another taste.
“I guess I can’t really blame you,” she sighed, swirling the contents of her drink. “From what I’ve been told, it’s all the more enticing when they’re kept in the dark.” Her eyes flickered downstairs to where her partner was currently entangled with Felix. Just like they had predicted, the blonde had caught the eyes of both Yunjin and Jiwoon the moment their group had stepped foot inside the club. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t able to get in on the fun tonight and was left on her own. Felix’s eyes had only been for the blue haired man at her side. “But one of Maeve's children? How did you find her?”
“You tell us.” It was Yunho further down the couch who spoke, the first to broach the matter they had discovered earlier on in the night. “You’ve been dabbling with her blood for quite some time now, haven’t you?”
They had always wondered just where she was getting her supply, but they had never bothered to pry into her affairs that far before. Though they had had their differences in the past, they did trust her. But when Yunho had discovered a stock of you blood in her storage when he dropped off her most recent order of blood, however, they had all quickly begun to connect the dots together. Yunjin and Jiwoon had known you were in the city for years and yet, they had kept their mouths shut.
“I wasn’t aware that it was a crime.” Her expression remained neutral, but he could hear her heartbeat begin to flutter, scent increasing momentarily at the accusation.
“It’s not.” Yunjin had broken no laws in dabbling with the trade of your blood, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t frustrated with her on the matter. “I’m just disappointed you never told us about it.” He leaned back in his seat, eyes traveling once more to your figure. For a brief moment your eyes opened and caught his, and the smile that crossed your lips was the last straw. He motioned to Seonghwa next to him, who took off without needing any further instruction. “I thought we were friends.”
“Aren’t we though, Joongie, dear?” She shifted her body towards him, tracing a manicured hand along his shoulder. “After all, haven’t I always had your back in the past?” The nails traveled to the back of his neck, tracing along the edge of the tattoo peaking past his collar; the very tattoo she had etched upon his skin nearly two centuries ago and the very same tattoo she had given to the rest of them years later as his coven grew.
He didn’t bother removing her hand from him, instead taking the moment to grab hold of her chin and pull her face even closer to his own. “I won’t deny you’ve been a very loyal pet over the years, my darling, Yunjin.” He relished the way her lips twitched at the word, unable to fully mask her annoyance. Although he had always treated her as an equal in the past, they were very much aware just who was in charge. “And I always make sure to take care of my pets, now don’t I? Have I ever failed you yet?”
“No,” she hummed, trying hard to hide her frustration, “I suppose not.”
Movement caught the corner of his eye and he let her go as your figure tumbled into the room beside Seonghwa. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping your stumbling figure upright. Though the alcohol content in your drinks had been light, the blood they had mixed into them had done you in, getting rid of your inhibitions and allowing you to act on your most primal needs when it came to them. It left you clinging to Seonghwa’s side, burying your head against his chest.
“y/n.” His voice was low as he called out to you, taking full pleasure in the shy smile that peaked its way out as you turned towards him. He extended his hand out towards you, beckoning you over to him. With Seonghwa’s help, you took it, collapsing down on top of him when he tugged you forward.
There was little resistance from you now, folding yourself up against him. “You smell nice, ‘Joong.” Your words mumbled against his neck, sending a jolt down his spine.
Despite hearing about the bond shared between vampires and your kind, he had no idea the true extent of it until he had finally felt it for himself. The pull had been strong before you had been tied to them, but it was something else altogether now. Everything about you had been fully designed with his kind in mind, lulling him to come and take you all for himself.
“Are you having fun, love?” 
He brushed your hair out of the way, fingers trailing along the side of your neck. The shirt you had chosen for the night had covered it up in the beginning, but it hadn’t taken them long to fix that little problem. Yeosang had ripped the fabric away the moment you had allowed him to get in close to you, leaving the neckline torn and the shirt now ruined from the frayed ends of the collar. 
And despite the numerous feedings done upon you tonight by each of them, the skin beneath his touch was smooth and unblemished. All it took was a few drops of their own to heal you right up, making it all the easier for them to pretend it had been nothing more than a dream.
“Mmhmm, but I think I might need another drink. I’m thirsty.”
He wasn’t surprised by your statement. None of them had done much to restrain themselves tonight, and though your kind’s blood replenished itself far faster than any human, you had been drained far more than you could keep up with on your own. That was where their blood came in once again, speeding up the process even more.
“Is that so?” His fingers dug into the hair at the base of your neck, pulling your head away from him momentarily. With his other hand, he quickly nicked the area of his skin where your mouth had just been. “Go on then.”
For a split second, your brow bunched up, taken back by the display. Even in your dazed state, this hadn’t been what you meant when you had asked for a drink and he could see the attempt your mind made to break through the haze they had created. But the panic was short lived with a gentle murmur of encouragement from himself. Your mouth collided with his throat, greedily lapping up the blood before his body healed the injury for him.
“She certainly is a pretty, little thing, isn’t she?” Jiwoon had appeared in the doorway, eyes shining as he took in your figure. Felix was no longer in sight and Hongjoong could only suppose the vampire had finally started to lose interest once he had gotten his fill of the boy tonight. He leaned down on the couch behind Yunjin, draping his arms around her shoulders and giving her a brief kiss on the cheek. 
“And you would know, now wouldn’t you?” Yeosang growled, glaring at the man across the room. “You got quite the look at her earlier.”
“You did, did you?” This caught all of their attention, but Seonghwa was the first to speak. 
“Can you blame me?” Jiwoon shrugged, unaffected by the accusation. “I’ve never seen one of Maeve’s descendants in person before. How ever did you manage it?”
“She came to us all on her own, no thanks to you two.” Seonghwa settled back into his seat, hand running down the length of your calf. Hongjoong could see the jealousy his oldest friend attempted to mask, but he didn’t feel any guilt towards having you at the moment. Seonghwa had had his fun with you all by himself the night before. “Waltzed right on in without the slightest idea of just what she had gotten herself into.”
“She just walked in?”
“Your old seller had no idea just what he held in his hands.” Hongjoong replied, relishing in the feel of your hands playing with the ends of his hair. Now that you were no longer quite as thirsty, you made yourself comfortable in his lap, resting after the time you had spent dancing. “If he had, he would have never let her run wild like he did. He would have kept her close and done everything he could to make sure she stayed.”
“I always knew he was nothing more than a child,” Yunjin murmured, eyeing your figure on top of him, “but I did think he had enough common sense to piece things together. But then again,” her smile returned, leaning back into her lover, “I was undercharging him quite a bit and he never said a word. Made an absolute fortune off of him.”
So that was why she had kept her mouth shut. The moment she let them know of your presence, she would have lost out on a fortune. And if there was one thing Yunjin cared more than anything, it was a golden opportunity to benefit herself. Jiwoon must have only gone along with it because they both knew what would have happened whenever they found out. The temptation must have been great, but he prized his life much more than having you at his side. He knew what would have happened if they found out he had bonded you to himself. Once the contract was in place, there was only one way to break it, after all. 
“He’s dead, then?”
“Not yet.” He shook his head, careful in his movements now that your movements had stilled and your eyes had closed. He wasn’t surprised; they hadn’t particularly gone easy on your body or mind tonight. And though their blood helped in some ways, you had to have been drained. “We still have a use for him.” 
In the beginning, Hongjoong hadn’t cared whether the man lived or died. Of course, in the end, he would die. He hadn’t been given permission to turn, and none of them felt any inclination to bend the rules for him, especially after discovering just how he had treated you over the past few years. So, they would leave him be for now. And then, once they had fully won you over and his use had been completed, they would get rid of him. 
“…But, then how-“
“Their blood may have been exchanged, but she was never contractually bound to him. He had enough understanding to know how valuable her blood was and to make sure he fed her his blood, but was fucking clueless when it came to knowing just what he had in his hands.” Seonghwa sighed, leaning back in his seat now that he had no chance of stealing you away from him. 
Hongjoong’s eyes trailed back down to your sleeping figure as the conversation turned towards business; Yunjin wondering whether or not she could count on them to keep her supply of your blood in stock. She had been right when she had said things were all the more thrilling when they didn’t know what exactly was going on, but ignorance would only work for so long on you. Whether it was a few months or a few years, eventually the truth would come out. And when it did, he didn’t doubt it would end up ugly. But no matter how much you fought or struggled, it didn’t matter. You were theirs now. Nothing you did could or would separate yourself from them now. They had made sure of it. 
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yellowbunnydreams · 4 months
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Bunny Ears (Part 7) ~William Afton X F! Reader~
~Sorry for the very silly previous part, it was part of a headcannon me and friend had and it was too good to not write about. *Cue 'was that the bite of '87?!' Meme here*~
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Tag List: @ruh--roh-raggy @h4nluv @sleepy---head @do-double-g @confiscated-peaches-main @dij-ology @viviennemuerte @robin-the-enby @shari-berri @randymeeksisafinalgirl @hallow1090
Cw: CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM
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Half-way through the day, you were only half-way through your shift and you felt as if you could curl up and go to sleep then and there, but you knew you were in for a late night anyway since you still had to wait to be driven home. Henry had been taking you a lot more lately, but tonight he was going to his kid's recital and so you had to wait for Afton, although he was going to be working late in the parts and services room and so you would have to hang around and wait for him.
Looking at the drink in your hand, you went into the staff fridge and grabbed some more water, humming as you moved along the back corridors and kept out of the way of people. Nodding to people as you went past, it was a strangle quiet day at Freddy's. But apparently the local school had a big recital on that night so most kids were there, you almost wondered if William wouldn't be going to his daughter's.
Knocking on the door to parts and services, you peered in cautiously. "Are you decent this time William?" you jokingly called out and you heard his deep rumbling laugh in response.
"Depends on what you find decent, sweetheart." He felt the grin spreading across his face as your silence filled his ears, knowing that your cheeks were flushing and you were getting that slightly glazed look as he put the thought in your head.
"But if you mean am I wearing clothes and not shorts today, yes, yes I am very much decent." He chuckled, hearing you step into the room and letting the door close softly behind you. Appearing from behind a shelf with a bottle of water in your hand, smiling in that way that made his chest tight and his body ache to have you curled against him.
"I brought this for you, I figured you would probably be thirsty."
"Cheers sweetheart, I didn't realise the time honestly." He admitted, looking at his watch and smiling at the little bunny bracelet sat just beneath it, knowing you would see he was still wearing it too. Taking the bottle and unscrewing it, gulping down half the bottle in one breath before he gasped for air, feeling better for the cool water as he wiped his brow with his forearm. Not caring as it almost got on his shirt sleeve that had been rolled up as he focused on the animatronic hand in front of him again.
Frowning, you look at your own watch and then back at William, hands on your hips as you realise this was one of the rare times your head was above his whilst he was hunched over and working.
"Do you even eat whilst you're here William?" You asked, not noticing the slight pause as you said his name, turning and raising an eyebrow at you as he sat back in his seat, crossing his arms for a moment and assessing you before he leaned forwards to work again.
"You're spending too much time around Henry, he's being a bad influence." William scoffed, reaching for a fine tipped screwdriver from the bench and reaching into the mechanism he was tinkering with, slowly and carefully turning the pin-fine screw that he hoped would still be stable enough to support the connection he had put it in.
"Oh and you're a perfect influence?" You ask cheekily, smiling at him as you watched him work, leaning in to get a better look at what he was working on.
"Didn't you know I was a perfect school boy growing up? Would never do anything naughty, especially with an innocent young lady like yourself present." Chuckling as he finally managed to get the screw to the perfect tightness and was about to start tightening another nearby, placing down one screwdriver for another as you spoke up.
"What makes you think I'm so innocent William?" You'd stepped closer and almost whispered it against his ear, not close enough to be considered intimate, but your breath barely scraped his ear and he froze. It was your turn to break him as he felt every muscle tense in his body at your words, swallowing hard as a different kind of ache burned in his stomach instead. Clenching his fists and unclenching them as he slowly turned the swivel chair to face you.
His eyes that were usually such a silvery grey seemed almost charcoal under the light as he looked up at you, his expression totally serious despite there being a little sparkle inside them still. You watched his adams apple bob repeatedly, his hands clenching slightly as you stood before him and his eyes seemed to slowly trail up your body. Your stomach sank as you wondered if you had pushed your friendliness too far with him.
"I suppose I deserve that for making you so flustered all the time." He swallowed, averting his eyes from you as you felt guilty at his expression, shoulders sagging slightly and fingers intertwining together and keeping your eyes down on the floor. William ran his hands through his hair and sighed, his head tipped back slightly as he closed his eyes.
"You've got the worst of both us," he joked, opening his eyes and noticing your quizzical look as he tipped his head towards you. "you're caring like Henry and you've now developed my flir-....humour." he said, catching himself before he called it flirting. He was struggling, and he looked at his hands himself.
"I don't think either of them are bad things." You say softly, coming in close to him and nudging him with your shoulder playfully, your fingers brushing against his arm as he looked at you. "I like your...humour, William. I'm sorry I caught you off guard."
"Apology accepted sweetheart, I guess I just wasn't expecting it to come from you." he spoke softly, letting his hand come up and meet yours briefly like some forbidden touch. His ring catching the low light, making you feel ashamed all over again.
"Still friends?" You asked hopefully, your brow furrowed in concern as he gave you a sweet, lopsided smile.
"I wasn't aware we'd stopped."
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It became part of your ritual during your shifts after that. For the next two weeks you brought William water and home-made packed lunches, claiming you'd made extra by mistake and it would only go to waste otherwise. Spending what time you could listening to him talking about his projects whilst you both ate, or him listening to you complain about working with the general public. The kids could be great, but the parents could be nightmares, and he fully understood where you were coming from.
But it was a Saturday once again, and the place heaved with children and grown-ups alike. You'd been running around on your feet all day and you were sure your hair was a mess, face an intense smile or locked in concentration unless something snapped you out of it.
A kid came running up to you, although they didn't scream for attention like some kids so you crouched down and spoke to them softly and evenly. "Are you lost kiddo?"
"No..." Their voice was very soft, clearly nervous that you had taken the time to speak to them rather than them being able to run off again. "You're miss spring-bonnie aren't you?"
You blinked at the question, your cheeks heating up as you were asked and tried to think about how to answer.
"Can you clarify what you mean buddy? Like.. how am I miss Spring-Bonnie?"
"You helped him when he fell over!" The kid beamed and suddenly you understood what they meant, chuckling as you nodded. They lit up as you answered and grinned at you leaning in and whispering to you conspiratorially in the loud way that only children could do. "Will you say hello to him for me?"
"Of course! I'm now going to see him, so I'll say hello then." Watching the kid running off and skipping happily as you headed through to the breakroom. Grabbing your lunches out and some sodas as you walked through the back-halls.
The route to parts and services was familiar now, and you knocked on the heavy door to let William know that you were coming in as you stepped through, his head barely turning as he focused intently on the endoskeleton sat between his knees. Shoulders clamped between his knees as he deftly worked on the wires in the head, you carefully stepped around him and placed his lunch down, opening the box and cracking the drink for him so that he could get straight to eating when he was done. Not having to wait long before you heard the creak of metal and a grunt from William as he hefted the metal skeleton onto a stand opposite where he was working.
"This looks great! Thanks for bringing me this, although I'm suspicious about how much you 'overcook'." He said playfully, his hand brushing your back as he raised an eyebrow at you, making you blush and look at your feet before you spotted a clean spot on the workbench, jumping up onto it and sitting facing him as he remained standing, stretching himself out slightly.
"No, really, I'm just shit at measuring whilst cooking." You lied slightly, whilst you weren't the best cook in the world, you were fairly good at estimating only how much would feed you. But you were happy to be cooking extras and that he seemed to be enjoying them.
Eating in silence for the most part, you were always surprised how quickly he ate. Like he was starving or simply that he was worried somebody might take his food from him if he didn't eat it then and there. Taking a swig of his soda, William smiled and placed his hand next to your thigh, making you think he was picking something off the bench next to you.
"Thank you, bunny." he spoke softly, closing the small gap between you and planting a kiss on your lips, leaving you breathless despite the briefness of it. Taking a second to comprehend what happened just as it took William a second to realise too.
"Did..Did you just kiss me?" You asked, blinking and reaching up to your lips and brushing them with your fingers as you watched William's face fall at the same time he looked relieved.
"I guess..I did, didn't I?" He asked, clarifying you were both on the same page. He rubbed his face and groaned into his hands, thinking about how you would react to him making an impulsive move.
"You stole my first kiss." You murmured, making William's head snap up, still covering his mouth with his hands and looking at your expression for any signs of joking, but when he saw none he groaned louder and ran his hands over his face again, one going into his hair and staying there.
"Shit, I am so, so sorry." Afton felt his heart pounding in his chest as he realised what he'd done, he'd taken your first kiss. You'd just looked so right sat on his workbench and bringing him lunches that were clearly made with love, and he'd acted impulsively as he thought that the time might never be as perfect as the peace the two of you had carved out in the workshop.
"Why are you sorry?" Your voice broke him out of his thought spiral, looking back up at you and adjusting his glasses, seeing you smiling at him in the way that made his chest tight and his stomach flutter nervously, so vulnerable and trusting.
"You're not mad?" Swallowing softly as you shook your head in reply, he took a careful step towards you again. His hand going back to where it had been whilst the other hovered over you shoulder, breathing deeply and raggedly as you saw the darkness that you had seen once before back in his eyes. Hungry, untamed as he met yours. "Then... Can I kiss you again?"
Instead of answering him, you placed your hand against his cheek, feeling the stubble beneath your fingertips and how he leaned his head into your hand slightly, shuffling forwards and your knees sitting either side of his hips as you leant up slightly. William smiled and placed his large hand on your cheek and kissed you back, tender and soft despite the fact his beard scratched slightly at your skin. Taking your breath away again as suddenly all those thoughts you had had where you thought he was handsome, or a million and one times you had stared at him and wondered how his hands felt against you felt justified.
Pulling back after a moment, William placed his forehead against yours, catching his breath and allowing you to as well. You suddenly broke out into a grin and giggled, remembering what the kid had said to you earlier, William raising an eyebrow in question.
"A kid called me 'Miss Spring-Bonnie' earlier, apparently they were psychic." William snorted a laugh out as well, pulling his forehead away and leaving his hand on your face, thumb stroking over your cheek and feeling how soft you were beneath him.
"Oh, you're all ready to be 'Miss Spring-Bonnie' are you, little bunny?" He teased, making your cheeks flush hot at the comment and he chuckled again, leaning in and taking another quick peck from your lips. "How about we seal that with a kiss before you go back to work?"
And you happily obliged as you pressed your lips to yours once again.
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riordanness · 4 months
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— say don’t go - [tmr!newt]
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We’d been running for… how long? It felt like forever. Days and days of scorching heat, oppressive sunlight, harsh winds. My throat feels dry all the time, my eyes ache, and my legs are rubber.
At least I have Newt. No one could ask for a better friend. He’s always there for me, right beside me no matter what. He gives me the water even though I know he must be just as thirsty as I am.
He makes sure he’s the one carrying the pack we’re supposed to be sharing; he’s always taking my turns.
How can I tell him I know I’m not immune? That the cranks scratched me back in that old warehouse a few days ago? The weight of knowing my days are dissolving in front of my eyes is so heavy I can barely breathe. What should I do? What does anyone do, knowing you’re about to die?
I know I have to tell him soon. I can’t keep putting it off — it’s killing me in more ways than one.
Minho calls for a stop hours after nightfall. I have lost complete track of time; too lazy to keep track with my wristwatch. My head is fuzzy enough as it is.
Newt glances at me, and gives me a weak smile. I try to return it, but I can’t. I collapse to the ground, my knees giving way after one too many hours of walking.
Newt is at my side in an instant. “Are you alright?”
I try to nod my head. “Just… tired. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He holds out our shared water bottle. There’s barely a gulp left in the bottom.
I shake my head. “You take it. I had it last.”
“No.” Newt is serious. “You need it more than I do. Besides…” He hesitates, but doesn’t continue. I’m too scared to ask what he means.
I eventually give it and take the water, the few semi-cold drops helping immensely. I feel my body shutting down, my eyes trying to close.
Newt shifts over to sit beside me. “Go to sleep, love.”
I don’t even try to stay awake. I lean against him and am instantly in darkness.
The next thing I know, I’m startled awake. I don’t know why, as it’s still pretty dark, the air is still cool, and none of the boys have stirred. I wonder briefly if a sound in the night woke me, but I see and hear nothing.
It’s probably just the growing anxiety and disease taking over my brain. I inch away from Newt, desperate not to wake him. He’s been doing so much for me, for everyone. I owe him my life ten times over, and I don’t want to disturb maybe the last peaceful sleep he may get.
I get to my feet, and my eyes stray to Newt’s sleeping face. I have a ridiculous urge to touch his cheek. He looks so soft and pretty and perfect, just laying there.
I force myself to turn around. I walk a minute, until I stumble across a little boulder and sit down, my chin in my hands. This illness inside of me is eating me up. I can feel myself fading away, everything that makes me me slowly dissolve into nothing.
I don’t know how long I sit there, despairing.
Eventually, someone approaches. I can tell by the slightly uneven footsteps who it is even before they speak.
“Hey, Newt.” I have no emotion in my voice, struggling to keep it even.
“Y/n,” he replies, gently sitting beside me. “What’s up, love?”
I shrug. “Nothin’.”
Even though it’s too dark to tell properly, I know he’s got his you-are-such-a-bad-liar face on. “Y/n.”
I sigh. “Okay. Fine. I—“ But the words die in my throat. I can’t seem to find the right way to tell the boy I love more than anything that I’m about to, well, die.
“You have the bloody Flare.” The anger in Newt’s voice takes me by surprise more than the fact that he knows.
“What—“
He slams his hand into the rock we’re sitting on, cutting me off. “It’s not fair!” He hisses. “We have to fix this, we have to—I cant, lose you—“
His voice cracks, and I hear him inhale sharply, like he’s trying not to cry.
That makes me break down. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I sob. “I just—I didn’t want… I don’t know. I just don’t want this.”
“Nobody shuckin’ wants the Flare, Y/n.” Newt’s voice is gruff, but almost teasing, a little reminder of what we used to be together. Joking, teasing best friends.
That makes me break down completely, and I cry heartbrokenly into my hands. I feel Newt wrap his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I cry into him, clinging to his shirt like it’s my life.
“Newt,” I manage. “I’m going to die.”
“No you’re not.” His tone is firm. “I’m not gonna lose you. I—I love you, ya dumb shank.”
“What…?” My tears come to a hiccuping stop, and I lift my head to look at him. “You…”
He lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “Yeah. Sorry. Bad timing?”
I shake my head, a smile on my face despite it all. “I love you too, idiot.”
“Oh,” Newt laughs. “Oh, okay. Good.”
I lean towards him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “Just hold me, please? Help me forget for a while.”
And Newt does exactly that.
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“jamie help!”
-in which jamie drysdale saves the day for his girlfriend
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a scream was heard in the early hours of the morning in the apartment both trevor zegras and jamie drysdale shared. the previous night, y/n decided to sleep over to spend more time with her loving boyfriend, jamie.
the two slept peacefully in his bedroom while trevor slept in his own. everything was going fine until y/n woke up early merely by accident. she stared at her boyfriend intently, taking in his adorable features and thinking about his personality she instantly fell in love with.
then, like all mornings go, y/n felt thirsty, so she placed a soft kiss on jamie’s cheek and quietly got out of bed, tip toeing to the kitchen/dining room. her feet felt cold against the floor and the change of scenery was felt against her bare legs as she walked in nothing but jamie’s shirt and undergarments.
y/n walked over to the sink where she went to grab a cup but something deceived her. she gasped and let out a scream as she barely spared a glance at the cockroach and quickly ran a decent amount of space away from where it was placated. “jamie help!” y/n screamed in hopes that her boyfriend would wake up and save her from the evil monster on the counter.
quick footsteps were heard from both trevor and jamie’s rooms as both guys stepped out full on ready to beat someone up, little did they know all they needed to do was kill a roach.
“baby what’s wrong?” jamie ran out tiredly yet so awake just for his girl. when he saw there was no immediate danger, he let his guard down and so did trevor who could barely keep his eyes open but didn’t mind helping his best friend’s girl whom he also begun to grow really close with.
tears prickled in the corner of y/n’s eyes as she made nervous steps in place and grabbed onto the biceps of her boyfriend “there’s a roach jamie.”
at that sentence, jamie relaxed his shoulders and kissed y/n’s forehead. “go sit on the couch n/n, me and trevor will kill it.”
“and trevor?” trevor restated in third person.
“yes, and you. uhm.. give me your slides.” jamie watched in the corner of his eye as his adorable, loving girlfriend scrunched her toes and sat on the couch. when he looked to where y/n said it was, he noticed that the roach had moved so he had to move quicker.
“why the fuck am i giving you my slides jimmy.” trevor slightly panicked but without hesitation went to grab his slides that where laying next to the couch. he gave one shoe to jamie and kept the other securely in his hand.
jamie slowly crept closer to the roach. he looked practically dead-eye at the thing that made his girlfriend cry and panic and it looked right back at him. jamie swung at the bug, expecting it to be a quick and easy job, but oh he thought very wrong.
instead of simply deciding to accept it’s fate, the cockroach decided to fight back. the bug ran away as soon as trevor’s slide hit the counter where it was supposed to be. the bug then scurried down the counter and onto the floor where it ran straight towards trevor.
trevor’s eyes widened in fear and he ran possibly the fastest he’s ever ran before as he and y/n both screamed when he joined her—but standing—on the couch. y/n pulled her feet up onto the couch and held her arms around her legs in comfort.
“little fucker is trying to get me!” trevor screamed in fear. jamie tried his oh-so-hardest to not stop everything right there and burst out laughing at his best friend.
when the roach found out it had nowhere to go, it decided to attempt to scurry to a wall where it would make its escape. but thankfully, in all his boyfriend-ness, jamie ran to the roach and slammed trevor’s (expensive) slide right down on it’s body, and just for good measure, and to assure to both his girlfriend and best friend that it was dead, he slapped it once more.
he quickly went to grab a paper towel where he picked up the dead bug (and tried not to cringe at the feeling through the paper towel) and threw the remains out in the garbage before going to his girlfriend to comfort her.
like a koala, y/n was picked up by jamie and she securely wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. she too laid her head in the crook of his neck and mumbled “thank you for waking up to do this, you too trevor.”
with her words being just loud enough for trevor to hear, with a shaky breath, trevor said, “it was all jamie but you’re welcome n/n” he awkwardly chuckled as he finally got off the couch.
that’s when—while still holding his girl—jamie doubled down and bursted out laughing at his best friend. at some point he began to gasp for air and both y/n and trevor joined him in laughing. “that shit chased you.” jamie died of laughter, making his girlfriend and best friend die at both his laughter and the reason for it.
“why’d you come out here this early either way?” trevor asked y/n after the trio’s laughter died down.
“i wanted water.” y/n sighed, she now noticed how dry her mouth was.
trevor walked over to the sink to get water for y/n and then handed it to the girl. he then carefully and cautiously took the other slide from jamie “okay you guys go back to bed, i’m gonna clean this shit so fucking good right now.” his words earned a laugh from both jamie and y/n before they said their good nights and headed back to jamie’s room.
“thank you for saving me my knight in shining armor.”
jamie kissed his girlfriend sweetly “you’re welcome baby.”
y/n — your name
n/n — nickname
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viking-raider · 2 months
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Salt in Our Wounds - Chapter III
Summary-> Things continue to grow more complicated for you with your charge. In more than one way. But there are some bright spots.
Pairing-> Gus March-Phillipps/Reader
Word Count-> 6.5k
Chapters-> I II
Warnings-> PG: Language, Deception, References to WWII
Inspiration-> Since my favorite demon, @littlefreya, asked so nicely. The one and only Chaos Major, Gus March-Phillipps.
Author’s Note-> I hope you enjoy! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!
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With Edmund back at his own home, your father asleep in his chair and the dinner dishes washed, then put away, you rubbed at your face, finally feeling the exhaustion of the day bear down on you. Your muscles were sore and you had a throbbing headache behind your eyes.
But your day wasn't quite over yet.
You filled a glass with water and brought it downstairs, in the off chance your guest woke up in the night, thirsty. The lanterns had been turned down low and the electric light had been turned off, in the cellar room, you thought nothing of it as you entered. Until you noticed the camp bed was empty.
“Oh-” You gasped, eyes wide with surprise, when you felt a warm and strong palm close around your mouth, muffling the startled scream you let out, the glass of water slipping from your fingers and shattering on the hard packed, dirt floor, splashing over your slippers.
“Calm yourself.” A deep, British accent rumbled low in your ear, whiskers tickling your skin. “I'm not going to hurt you. But you are going to answer my questions.” He said, pulling you backwards with him as he moved towards the cellar door, listening for any noise from the house upstairs, before pulling the door closed. “I'm going to remove my hand.”
“Don't make me regret it, love.”
Gulping thickly, stomach twisted in sick knots, you nodded in reply. He slowly removed his hand, in preparation of you crying out for help, but you were too frightened to make a peep. Nodding his head, he moved around you, gingerly holding a hand to his wound.
“Where am I?” He asked, piercing you with his stunning blue eyes. “Come now.” He cooed, when you continued to gawk at him, reaching up with his free hand to gently pinch your chin between his thumb and fingers, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile.
“You're in the village of Saint-Thurney.” You blurted out, biting the inside of your cheek. “Just off the coast of the English Channel.”
“We're still in France?” He asked, his brows drawing together.
“Ye-yes.” You stuttered, blinking at him.
“You don't sound French.” He said, a light of deep suspicion filling his eyes as he regarded you more closely.
“Well, that's because I'm not.” You replied, frowning back at him. “My family and I moved here for a quieter life, before all this war nonsense broke out.” You explained, watching the beads of sweat on his forehead begin to drip down the edge of his nose. “You need to sit down, before you pass out.” You told him, reaching up to close your hand around the wrist of the hand he still held your chin with.
“I'm fine.” He dismissed you, despite becoming a bit pale.
“No, you're not.” You snapped at him, concerned. “You've been shot and washed ashore, with a fever.” You scolded him, pulling his hand away from your face and attempted to tug him over to the bed, but couldn't budge his large frame.
“Why are you helping me?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. “I could be the enemy, a collaborator, or at the least a sympathizer. For all you know, that's why I was shot.”
You looked him over, studying him. “You could be.” You nodded, though your gut still felt he wasn't. “But what I do know is you're injured and sick. I can't let you go untended for it.”
“You're a strange woman.” He chuckled, smirking at you.
“And you're a strange man that washed up on my beach.” You countered, cocking a brow at him.
“I'm Gus.” He offered his name, feeling a small measure of trust in you.
“It's been eventful, Gus.” You replied, then offered your own name to him. “Please, you're pale and sweating quite profusely. I don't want you to pass out.” You begged him, motioning to the bed.
Gus lifted an amused eyebrow at you for a second, before humoring you and sitting down in the chair. “How far is your little town from Dieppe?” He asked, grimacing at the discomfort.
“I'm not all that sure. All I know is we're north of it.” You replied, shaking your head. “Um, give me a moment.” You said, turning to go back upstairs, but Gus's hand shot out to grab your wrist, halting you. “I'm just going upstairs to grab one of the maps my father has in the sitting room. He's been tracking some of the German's movements.”
“Has he now?”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “My father was a soldier in the Great War, for the British Empire. It cost him dearly, so I would kindly ask you to wipe that assumption off your face.” You hissed at him, not liking the glint in Gus's orbs.
“My apologies, my lady.” He replied, tipping his head forward. “I meant no offense.” He tried to assure you, letting go of your wrist.
Silently going out, you crept up the stairs, wincing as the ancient wood steps creaked beneath your tiptoes. The flames in the fireplace were just high enough to keep the sitting room warm, while only casting a strong enough glow you could just see the outline of everything to navigate by. Your father sat slumped in his armchair, stocking feet propped up on an ottoman and his blanket tucked around his softly pudgy middle.
You couldn't stop the sweet smile that pulled on your lips as you stopped a short distance from him, listening to his rough snores, the flickering flames catching on the glass of his glasses. Reaching out, you slowly and gently removed them from his face, folding and tucking them into the front pocket of his pajamas; where he could find them in the morning. Turning your attention back to your task, you made your way over to the roll top desk your father kept his maps in, rifling through them for one that wasn't marked up with the battle fronts and supply lines. You knew your father would inquire as to where it was, if you took one of those.
Finding a new map, rolled up and held closed with an elastic band, you slowly pulled it out of the stack, shooting a look over your shoulder as your father snorted in his sleep suddenly, but didn't stir. Letting out a sigh and closing the desk, you scurried out of the sitting room, pausing momentarily to grab your broom and dustpan to sweep up the shards of the glass you had dropped.
“Here.” You held out the rolled up map to Gus, returning to the cellar and finding him still sitting where you left him.
“Thank you.” He nodded, taking it.
Nodding back, you set the dust pan down on the floor and set about sweeping up your mess, while Gus removed the elastic band and spread the map out on the table, turning up the oil lamp that was beside it. Squinting at the small print names of towns, villages and cities along the coast, in search of the seaport of Dieppe in the Normandy region of Northern France. Tapping his index finger against it, he traced his other pointer finger up until he found Saint-Thurney, in the region of Hauts-de-France, letting out a growling hum as he did.
“Did you find it?” You asked, bent as you corralled the broken glass pieces into the metal dust pan.
“Aye, I did.” Gus replied, pushing his jaw forward, lips pursed in agitation. “We're eighty-four kilometers north of it.”
“Is that where you were injured?” You asked, standing back up, clapping your hands together to dust them off. “Off the coast of Dieppe?”
Gus's eyes shot up to you, guarded and suspicious.
“I found you washed ashore. So, unless you were shot, then driven eighty some kilometers from Dieppe and dumped on our beach, which is awfully out of the way to get rid of someone. Wartime or no. You had to either be near the Channel when it happened or already in the Channel.”
The suspicion in his eyes slowly melted into a look of impressed understanding. “You're very smart and forward, for a young lady.” He chuckled, smirking at you, but his gaze was still guarded as he twisted the end of his mustache.
“I was primarily raised by my father and brother, mostly my brother. So, my lady-like manners aren't as refined as they should be.” You confessed, though there was no apology in your voice or expression. “And I'm not quite a young lady, either.”
“I surely doubt you're not an old maid.” Gus remarked, cocking a brow as his eyes moved over you. “You can't be more than-” He pressed his lips together. “Twenty-six.”
“Flattery.” You giggled, a warmth blooming in your cheeks. “And you are trying to change the subject.”
Gus's smirk turned smug and devilish. “Quite.” He nodded, his brow twitching slightly. “I was injured in Dieppe. The circumstances are--” He paused, rubbing sweaty temples for a moment. “Fuzzy.”
“Are you in pain?” You asked, frowning at him, concerned by the pale flush to his face and the sweat still dripping down his face.
“I am.”
You grabbed the cloth from where it laid on the camp bed and used it to gently dab at his forehead and the sides of his neck. “You should lay back down, Gus.” You cooed at him, brushing a damp curl off his forehead. “I can get one of the morphine tablets Dr. Tremblay left for you.” You said, motioning to the tawny-colored bottle on the table.
Sitting quietly for a long time, Gus finally nodded and moved over to the bed, groaning and hissing as the movement pulled on his wound and stitches. You half covered him, before heading back upstairs for a fresh glass of water.
“Here.” You said quietly, handing over the water and took one of the round, white tablets out of the medicine bottle.
“Thank you.” He nodded at you, popping it in his mouth and chugging down most of the water.
“Are you hungry at all?” You inquired, biting your lip. “I have some food left over from dinner.” You told him, turning your upper body towards the door. “It's not much, but it's something on your stomach.”
“No, thanks.” Gus answered, letting his eyes fall shut. “I don't have an appetite just now.”
“All right.” You nodded, biting your lip. “I'll let you rest then. I'll come and see you in the morning.” You assured him, moving towards the door.
“Thank you.” Gus called out to you. “For what you're doing.” He elaborated, as you paused. “Most people during these times would have just left me to die or alerted the authorities. Let alone take me into their home, called a doctor and tended to me.”
You smiled, chuckling softly, before quipping. “Well, I believe we've established I'm no ordinary woman.”
“True enough.” He snorted back, feeling the drowsiness of the morphine start to seep into his body.
“Good night.” You bid him.
“Night.” Gus mumbled back, dozing off.
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Upon waking the next morning, you laid in bed for a long while, listening to the distant rush of waves crashing on the shore and excited calls of birds. The day before felt surreal and part of you wondered if the events had actually happened. Had you truly found a wounded man washed up on your favorite beach, during wartime? Did you and your brother honestly sneak him into your home, so you could try and save him?
“Did we?” You asked the streaks of sunlight coming through the window beside your bed.
There was a knock on your door, breaking you free of your thoughts.
“Yes?” You called out, rubbing at your face and sitting up.
“Are you decent?” Edmund's voice called back.
Sighing, reality crashing back around you. “One moment!” You scurried out of bed and grabbed your robe off the back of the chair, securing it on, before you opened the door for your brother. “Good morning.” You greeted him.
“He is awake.” He replied under his breath.
“Oh yes, he is awake.” You nodded, biting your lip, remembering your interaction with Gus the night before. “He woke up a couple of hours after dinner.” You explained to Edmund.
“Why didn't you come and get me!” He hissed, glancing over his shoulder, towards the stairs, worried your father would hear.
“I—it honestly hadn't occurred to me at the moment, Edmund.” You told him, biting your lip.
“Didn't occur to you! He could have harmed you and Pops!” He scolded you, eye twitching with pent up anger. “I could have come over this morning to your dead-”
“Edmund, calm yourself.” You cut him off, watching the vein in his temple start to bulge. “He didn't harm me. He didn't even leave the cellar. What he did was startle me, when I found him out of the cot. Beyond that, he was quite courteous. Secretive and strange, but nothing but a gentleman.” You assured your brother. “I'm guessing you went down to look at him?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Yeah, I did. Found him sitting up, staring at a map.”
“Oh, the stubbornness of men!” You huffed, shoving Edmund away from your door and closing it, rushing to get dressed. “I'll get breakfast going, if you want any. I'm sure Willa hasn't bothered, since it's not noon yet and she's not graced the living.” You said, coming back out in a whirlwind, Edmund still standing in the hallway.
“Just wait for me in the kitchen.”
“I'm not leaving you alone with that man.” Edmund huffed at you, close on your heels as you went downstairs.
“Good morning, Papa!” You sang out, the sound of the radio reaching you from the sitting room, your father listening intently to it.
“Morning, Peanut!” He replied, not looking up at you.
Smiling, you turned and went downstairs, into the cellar. “Good morning, Gus.” You smirked at his hunched back, a hint of sarcasm in your eyes.
“Morning.” Gus replied, leaning back in his chair to regard you. “Has my nurse come to pester me?” He asked, chuckling, amused at the glint of your glare.
“I have.” You nodded, reaching out and brushing the stray curl aside to rest your hand on his forehead, feeling the heat in his skin. “You're not as warm as you were last night.” You commented, letting your hand drop. “So, your fever is dropping. But I still need to give you the shot Dr. Tremblay ordered yesterday.”
“Right.” Gus nodded, curling his fingers around the hem of his shirt, to pull it off.
“Mm-mm.” You hummed at him, shaking your head.
“What?” He frowned at you.
“Thigh.” You smirked at him, grabbing the antibiotic vial and syringe that Tremblay left behind for you.
“Explains why I don't have any trousers on.” Gus snorted, his blue eyes catching Edmund's, which were ablaze with protective suspicion. “Your bodyguard.” He asked, a sharp edge of wit in his voice.
“Brothers are like that.” You smiled, moving in front of Gus.
“So, not your husband then.” He inquired, meeting your eye.
“Ew.” You giggled, shaking your head, tugging up one side of his boxers. “No offense, Edmund.” You added, biting your lip as you gently pinched the thick muscle at the top of his thigh.
“None taken, Peanut.” Edmund replied, scowling at Gus.
“Why don't you go upstairs, Captain?” You suggested to Edmund, carefully injecting the needle. “We're all right down here.” You said, biting your lip in concentration as you pushed the plunger down.
Edmund lingered for a minute, before turning on his boot heels and storming back upstairs, making a ruckus as he did.
“I'm sorry about him.” You said to Gus, removing the needle and setting it aside. “It's just that he's very protective.”
“And I'm just some strange man, that washed ashore on your beach, that's now holed up in your basement.” Gus chuckled, nodding his head in understanding, but frowned at you. “You called him, Captain. But he's not in the military, is he?”
You drew a deep breath, held it for a second with a thoughtful look on your face, before sighing. “No, Edmund isn't. He tried to join the military when the war broke out, but they turned him away.” You explained to him, your heart sore for your brother.
Edmund was loyal, steadfast and capable. He was quite patriotic as well, for the home you had come from and the home you had made in France. Even when he couldn't serve for them on the front lines, or even behind the lines. You wished with all your heart Edmund could march in those neat lines, in a snappy uniform, to officially hold the rank of Captain. Knowing the void it filled in him. But due to an unfortunate medical condition, no branch of the military would have him, in even a desk job.
“Why wouldn't they take him?” Gus asked, frowning with confusion. “He looks more than able.” He commented, having seen Edmund's lean and muscular body.
“Oh yes, bodily he is. Mentally as well.” You agreed, fussing with the fabric of your skirt. “But it's his eyes that are the issue.” You licked your lips and looked up at Gus. “He has an eye condition, Retinitis Pigmentosa. It causes you to lose your vision over time. It starts with your night vision, then your peripheral vision, before you go blind completely.”
“Currently, Eddie has no night vision to speak of and his side vision is becoming blurry. So, he's kept his trade as a carpenter.”
“I'm sorry to hear that.” Gus said, his eyes soft on you. “Can I ask why you call him Captain?”
You giggled quietly, a fond memory coming to mind. “Our father was a Major, in the Great War, and had a good many metals for it.” You explained to him, a distant look in your eye. “Among other things.” You mumbled, quietly. “Edmund loved his memorabilia as a child and would wear them all the time, showing them off to anybody and everybody that would look and listen to how our father got them.” You laughed, smiling. “Our father had given Edmund one of his patches, the one that had once identified him as a Captain.” You paused, biting your lip and furrowing your brow.
“Mother left when I was five and Edmund was fifteen. I don't remember much of that day, other than my father being in one of his fits and Edmund sending me next door for a while. When he came back to get me, he told me it was just going to be us now. But not to worry, he was the Captain of the house and he'd make sure everything would be all right.”
“You took to calling him Captain, as a nickname.” Gus grinned, understanding and touched.
“Mmhm.” You nodded, somber. “We refer to our father as Major, from time to time as well.”
“Well, that'll make things awkward, while I'm your guest.” Gus laughed, smirking at you.
“Why's that?” You frowned at him.
Gus sighed, his face turning to an expression of seriousness. “I'm a Major in the British Army.” He confessed to you, flexing his fingers.
“So, you are on our side.” You replied, the corners of your lips twitching with relief to know you were right about him.
“What side would that be?” He asked, his eyes squinting slightly.
“Well, we're not holding you hostage, Major. We're hiding you from the German patrol in our village, that has already almost caught us with you once, to start with.” You told him, bluntly. “While tending to your wound.” You said, pointing to the hole in his shirt. “So, we're on your side. Which is just unfortunately occupied.”
“There's a German patrol post here?” Gus asked, tensing.
“Yes. An annoying one at that.”
“Annoying how?”
“It was a very small patrol, when they first gained control of France. Perhaps fifteen of them.” You explained, shrugging your shoulders. “But three months ago, half of the main German Patrol moved from Rue to here. You can fit Saint-Thurney in part of Rue. We don't know why they've moved. It's been kept hushed and with that hush an increase in their patrols around town. It was a miracle I found you on the beach before they did.”
“It would seem so.” Gus nodded, troubled.
“Do you recall anything of your ordeal?” You asked, frowning at him. “How you got injured? Or into the water?”
Gus carded a hand through his nest of curls, shaking his head. “The last thing I recall was being with my men in Dieppe. Everything after that is still fuzzy and dark.”
“Perhaps you were ambushed?” You bit your lip, knowing you were reaching.
“It's possible.” He sighed, before shrugging his shoulders. “I'm sure it'll come back to me.”
“I'm sure it will.” You answered, offering him a soft smile. “Until then, I should head back upstairs and start breakfast.” You sighed, moving towards the door. “Would you like some coffee or tea?” You offered, politely.
“Coffee would be nice, thank you.” Gus replied, with a kind tilt of his head.
“Coming right down.” You smirked, scurrying back upstairs.
“Are you all right?” Edmund asked as you entered the kitchen.
“I'm fine, Eddie.” You sighed, shaking your head at him. “You don't have anything to worry about with him. He's ever the gentleman you are.” You told him, opening the pantry door and removing your apron off the hook, tying it around you. “Did you go down to the store and get the supplies, like I asked last night?”
“Yes.” Edmund grunted, fetching the small crate from by the door. “Remi added a bit more tea leaves. Said, he knows how much you love your cuppas.” He informed you, setting the crate on the kitchen counter.
“What a sweetheart.” You giggled, plucking the brown paper bag of loose tea leaves out of the supplies and dropped it beside the stove, before digging through for the coffee grounds. “We need--” You tilted your head back, cocking a brow at your father for a second, before looking at Edmund. “To get our guest, some clothing.”
“Clothes.” Edmund snapped at you, brows creasing so deeply, they almost touched.
“Well, his shirt has a hole in it.” You scolded your brother, eyes rolling. “And you can tell by looking at them, that they're not clothing anyone from around here would wear.”
“Who's going to see him?” He argued further.
“What if the Patrol does one of their searches?” You countered, giving him a smug look.
“That's what the hidden door and the damn shelves are for, Peanut!” He huffed at you. “To hide him, so if the Patrol comes searching the houses, they won't find him.”
“Still, it's rude, Edmund.” You huffed, filling your tea pot and putting it on the stove to boil. “He can't stay down there in filthy clothing.”
Edmund rubbed his face. “Fine.” He sighed, giving in. “I'll find him something to wear. If it'll make you so happy.”
“It will.” You answered, smirking at him. “It's only the polite thing to do, and you know it.”
“Of course, my dear sister.” He huffed, playfully rolling his eyes at you, before kissing your cheek. “I'll be back for breakfast. I made a call to Duprée for some lumber, to start building our guest's paradise downstairs.”
“All right, it should be done by then.” You nodded, patting him gently on the chest.
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Gus sipped at the coffee you had kindly brewed for him. You had even brought him a few books from the bookcases in the sitting room, so he had something to occupy his time, other than staring at the map. He looked at the covers of Gulliver's Travels, the Great Gatsby, the Pickwick Papers and Of Mice and Men, before picking up the latter. Thumbing it open to the first page, he rested back in his seat, finding it more comfortable than the camp bed to recline in.
He hadn't gotten far into the chapter, before hearing footsteps coming back down the basement stairs and cast a glance through the half open cellar door, catching sight of Edmund coming down, with several boards on his shoulder. Gus folded the corner of his page and set the book aside, pushing himself up with a muffled groan.
“Do you want some help with that?” He asked, stopping short of the stairs.
“Nope.” Edmund replied, reaching the bottom. “I'm more than positive, if you look at these boards sideways, my sister will come down here and beat the both of us.” He said, his voice humorless, but Gus laughed anyway.
“I'm sure you're right.” He smirked, glancing up the stairs, hearing the bumps and clinks coming from the kitchen. “She's a gentle, but firm, nurse.”
“That she is.” Your brother agreed, setting the boards down to one side of the room and shrugging his shoulders. “My father and I made sure she had her manners, but she never let anyone boss or bully her around.” He said, glancing at Gus for a moment.
“That's good.” Gus replied, catching Edmund's eye. “People can be quite harsh in this world. Especially to young ladies.”
Edmund nodded, then went back upstairs for the rest of the wood and his tools. He also brought down a bag. “My sister insisted on me bringing you these.” He said, setting the bag beside Gus, who was seated back in his chair, having returned to his book and cooling cup of coffee.
Frowning and resting the book on his knee, Gus reached into the bag, grabbing the first thing inside. He pulled out a teal colored cable knit jumper. “Oh.” He cooed, brows going up as he nodded.
“That's very kind. Thank you.”
“Mmhm.” Edmund grunted, leaving him to change and get back to his work.
Gus stood, closing the cellar door the rest of the way, and shed his tattered shirt, replacing it for the jumper, the wool rough on his skin. He rummaged through the bag, finding fresh underwear, pants, socks and shoes. Even a pair of pajamas! He stripped and put on the clean clothes and felt a sight better for it. His old shirt and boxers still smelled of the sea and made his skin itch.
A knock sounded on the door, as he was pulling on the socks and boots.
“Come!”
“Oh!” You started, but smiled at him. “I see my brother managed to do what I asked of him.” You said, a plate of food balanced in one hand.
“He did.” Gus nodded, smirking up at you. “Thank you. It was kind of you to think of it.”
“Of course.” You replied shyly, eyes darting away for a second. “I brought you breakfast.” You quickly recovered, holding the plate out to him, then removed utensils from the pocket of your apron. “Do you need a refill on your coffee?”
“It could use a warming up.” He picked his cup up and turned it over to your awaiting hand.
“Back in a snap.” You chirped. “Are you ready for your breakfast, Edmund?” You asked, on the way to the kitchen, pausing to watch him pull a pencil from behind his ear and strike a mark on a board he was measuring, on two saw-horses.
“Just bring me down a plate.” Edmund answered, too distracted to look up at you as he adjusted his measuring tape. “I have a lot of work to do.”
“All right.” You nodded, knowing that set in his shoulders.
Going back to the kitchen, you pour Gus's cold coffee down the sink, pull a cup down for Edmund, then turn towards the percolator that rested on the counter. Removing the lid, you pulled out the metal coffee basket and carried it out to the small garden you had, just like Edmund and Willa, where you tapped the damp, used coffee grounds into your compost bin.
The percolator set up for a fresh pot of coffee, you grabbed one of the plates sitting on the kitchen table to portion out the eggs, toast and sausage on it. You missed having a fruit with your breakfast, but with supplies what they were and being rationed, fresh produce were spares. But, the marmalades you were able to get periodically helped dull the longing.
For a little while, at least.
“Papa, do you want marmalade or butter on your toast?” You called out, plucking his piece of blackened toast out of the toaster oven, just how he liked it.
It was the same with his meat as well. Mael would have his steak, pork chops and every other type of meat blacker than shoe polish. You hadn't understood why, when you began cooking for your family. But Edmund had explained it to you one night, after your father complained three times his lamp chop wasn't done enough, though you were beginning to worry there would be nothing left of it, by the time you did get it where he liked it. Apparently, growing up his mother could never properly cook meat, either under-cooking it or burning it to a crisp.
“Do we have any marmalade left?” He called back.
“We do!” You replied, opening the refrigerator, to pull out the two small, glass jars of Rose's marmalade. “We have a tiny bit of the Strawberry left and Remi sent over some Ginger this morning.” You informed him, reading the label.
“I'll have Ginger then, Peanut.”
Nodding, you put the Strawberry back and muscled open the Ginger, spreading it over his toast and getting some on your fingers as you worked it to the edges. Giving a couple of your fingers a cheeky lick, humming at the sweet, but warm and spicy stickiness on them, you brought your father's food over to him, kissing the top of his balding head.
“Any movement on the Eastern Front, Major?” You inquired, cocking your head at the map he had spread out on a folding table he set up in front of his chair.
He had been listening to the radio about current movements, or mostly lack thereof, on the bloody fighting between the Axis powers and Soviet Union. His map was marked with different colored pencils and he had some sort of symbol system set up for himself to follow, that you hadn't fully figured out. What you did know was the Red and Black lines were the Russians and their Allies. Blue and Green were the Axis. The Skulls, you learned very early on, were the dead zones, where neither side gained or lost any ground, no matter what they did. Crosses were some of the heaviest casualties, and Arrows were meant to show any movement either side managed to make. But there were several others you and Edmund just couldn't make heads or tails out of.
Neither of you wished to ask either, in fear it might cause him to go into a tirade. So, simple questions were always the best.
“None, Peanut.” Mael replied, as he leaned forward with a red pencil and added a new Cross somewhere on the Northern edge of the Front, making your stomach sink.
You swallowed the hard lump in your throat. “I'm glad to hear it.” You rasped, squeezing his shoulder, before numbly returning to the kitchen, putting your plate back into the cabinet, appetite ruined.
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“Dinner was delicious.” Gus commented, wiping up the remnants of the stew you had simmered throughout the day with his last bite of bread, popping it into his mouth with a complimentary moan.
“I'm glad you think so.” You smiled, holding your hand out for his bowl. “Um...” You floundered for a moment, pivoting on your hips as you glanced around. “I put clean towels in the bathroom upstairs, if you'd like to go up and take a shower. Edmund is back home with his wife. My father is asleep and it's almost curfew for the village.”
“I would greatly appreciate some time under the hot spray of a showerhead.” He replied, looking up at you, his eyes soft.
“It's all yours then.” You nodded, moving towards the door. “When you're ready for it.”
“I'll be up presently.” He cooed, standing gingerly, grabbing the pajamas that you and Edmund had supplied him.
Tossing the garments over his shoulder, Gus headed upstairs, mindful not to make boards creak as little as possible. Popping his head out the basement door, he saw your father dozing in his armchair, chin resting on his chest with his glasses balanced perilously on the tip of his nose. He heard a clink and moved forward a step, discovering you at the sink, washing his bowl and spoon.
“Is that a mouse, I hear?” You teased, glancing at him with a smirk.
“More the size of a rat.” Gus jested back, standing beside the kitchen table.
You giggled aloud for a second, before you covered it and looked over at your father. “I'll show you upstairs to the bathroom.” You said, drying your hands and motioned to the stairs. “How's your wound feeling?” You asked, following him up, glancing at the spot of his back where you knew his stitches were.
“Sore.” He sighed, pausing at the top to look at you. “That doctor makes a tight stitch.” He quipped, turning to follow you down the hallway.
“Better a tight stitch than a gaping wound.” You joked back, pushing open one of the doors and stepping aside for him.
“True enough, my darling.” Gus smirked, meeting your eye for a long moment, seeing the shy, sheepishness creep into your eyes and your bottom lip get caught between your teeth.”Thank you for the use of your restroom.”
“Of course.” You nodded, glancing away from him, then scurried back downstairs.
You pulled a clean fitted sheet and pillowcase out of a cabinet, the aroma of the laundry soap on the fabric greeting your nose as you hugged them to your chest. Edmund had managed to complete a more suitable and sturdy bed for Gus on his day of work, bringing over the mattress from his and Willa's guest room to top it. So, while Gus allowed himself the comforting luxury of washing up and getting ready for bed, you went down and dressed it for him. Sure the feeling of clean clothes on clean skin would help him get an extra good night's sleep.
“There, all ready for him.” You grinned, fluffing his pillowcase, then went back up to finish your other chores, before it was time for you to go off to bed. “Shoot.” You snapped, finding your father's chair empty and darted upstairs, to find him.
You reached the top of the stairs as your father came out of his room and Gus was exiting the bathroom in the gray striped pajamas, a towel draped around his neck. Your father caught sight of you first, seeing the wild and startled look in your eyes, his grayed brows wrinkling with confusion for a half-second, until he finally noticed Gus, who stood frozen in the bathroom doorway.
“Who in God's name is this man!” Mael snapped, his coffee-colored eyes hardening with alert outrage.
“He's-!” You floundered, head whipping between the two men. “He's—um..”
“I work for your son.” Gus answered calmly, his eyes giving you a quick look of knowing, instilling you with a burst of encouragement.
“Yes, Papa.” You nodded at Gus, your head slowly turning to your father, still bobbing. “He's helping Edmund build the shelves downstairs and with the repairs around the house.” You elaborated to him, smirking. “He's from the next village over though, and the curfew was set before he could head back home. So, Eddie and I suggested he stay here. He was just showering before heading off to bed.”
Mael squinted at Gus, his jaw moving gently side to side as he chewed on his lip.
“Papa, you should be off to bed.” You cooed at him, softly, resting your hand on his arm. “It's late.” You hoped to guide him back downstairs to his chair and get Gus out of his sight, at least until you talked to Edmund in the morning. “How do hotcakes sound for breakfast tomorrow?” You hummed, glancing back at Gus, who winked at you.
“Good, I suppose, Peanut.” Your father answered, only semi-distracted away from the stranger he found in his home.
“All right.” You smiled, tucking his blanket around him and lifting his legs to slide the ottoman under his feet. “I'll have some toasty and buttery, hot cakes for you, in the morning.” You whispered, kissing his forehead and watching him fall asleep, then rushed back upstairs. “I am so sorry, Gus! I didn't expect him to get up. He usually calls for me, if he wants something from his room.” You apologized, wringing your hands.
“No, no!” Gus shook his head, reaching out and grasping your hands. “This is your home and you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry, I've thrown you and your family into such disarray.”
“It's all right.” You gulped, feeling the heavy warmth of his rough hands against your skin. “These are chaotic times, we're in.” You told him, heart fluttering. “We should get to bed, by the way. Tomorrow comes early.”
“Indeed it does.” He agreed, his skin tingling. “Especially, for the help.” He joked, lightly.
You chuckled back, dropping your eyes to the hallway runner. “I'll have to let Edmund in on that bit of information, when he comes over and before our father gets a hold of him.” You said, imagining how that conversation was going to go.
“Well, I'll wish you a good night.” Gus said, dropping his hands from yours, but inclined his head forward. “Peanut.” He added, with a playful wink, then excused himself.
Your cheeks blazed as you stood in the hallway, the heat of Gus's touch still lingering on your skin and the ring of him calling you by your nickname in your ears. It took a long moment for you to recover enough to resume your tasks and go to bed.
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wen-kexing-apologist · 3 months
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Kiss-eki: Dear to Me
*Kicks open door*
SURPRISE BITCHES! I am several days late and hundreds of dollars short, but I did finally *finally* decide to watch Kiseki: Dear to Me in an attempt to add one more show to the Completed Watchlist for 2023. This was a show I was planning on watching a bit earlier, probably closer to the time it was actually airing, because I'd heard it was ridiculous and thought it would be a good show to have on in the background during work. But @ginnymoonbeam had my best interests at heart and told me that I Absolutely Could Not Do That because There Was Body Language Dammit!
If I have not made it clear, THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME, GINNY!
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Kiseki was absolutely wild and completely insane if you try to describe a single aspect of the plot whatsoever, but I would have given it a ten off sheer entertainment value if it wasn't for those back to back fake outs with Chen Yi being shot and Fan Ze Riyu being stabbed. But, I digress. I have only seen three things from Taiwan at this point, but those three shows have provided quite a lot of evidence to the claim that Taiwan is nearly unparalleled in their ability to portray domesticity and physical chemistry. I have also heard that Taiwan has a tendency to create content on more taboo subjects, and Kiseki was my first forray in to that side of Taiwan considering Ai Di and Chen Yi are brothers and Bai Zong Yi is a minor when he starts his relationship with Fan Ze Riu. I think both of these subjects were very smartly handled in their set up and their structure. I normally hate the like, adoptive siblings falling in love thing, cause like...that's your sibling, but they don't give us a lot if any flashback to these boys growing up together, and they don't share last names, or really call their adoptive father Dad, so there are quite a number of abstractions in that dynamic that means this is the first time I didn't have a squick about it. And having Fan Ze Riu trying so desperately not to succumb to his feelings for Bai Zong Yi and to put that distance between them, to have Bai Zong Yi be living alone and also be 17 so he's pretty close to legal age, and then to have Bai Zong Yi be the pursuer in their relationship both serve extremely well in making that relationship feel responsibly handled.
I have not been in the tags, so forgive me if this has already been done, but I have not stopped thinking about the first kiss between Ai Di and Chen Yi or the first kiss between Bai Zong Yi and Fan Ze Riu since I saw them and I simply *must* do a scene/body language breakdown about both of them. God, it's good to be back!
[side note: I was going to split this up with funny titles like Cat Boy and Mr. Sulky, but I realized that actually could apply to both couples...]
Ai Di and Chen Yi
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Okay FIRST OF ALL, I just want to say that I love Ai Di, I love how ruthless and blood thirsty he is and how incredibly dangerous and scary he could be...if he wasn't so easy to pick up and carry around like a football, or like...a feral, hissing kitten. I am going to focus mostly on the first kiss that Chen Yi initiates with Ai Di because holy shit was there so much complex emotion and reaction packed in to that pretty small moment, but before I do that I am contractually obligated to acknowledge how fucking brilliant it is to show how much/how well Ai Di and Chen Yi know each other, by having Ai Di torture Chen Yi for information by threatening to feed Chen Yi incredibly spicy baby corn AND TO HAVE THAT TACTIC WORK. And to show how much Chen Yi tolerates by having him easily get out of the restraints and tie Ai Di up when he gets bored. Fucking incredible character choice to show how absolutely batshit Ai Di is, fucking incredible relationship choice to show how well Ai Di knows Chen Yi, and fucking incredible choice to use for a call back later. Also, fuck this show for that birthday cake scene! Brutal.
Okay. That said:
You know Ai Di has not for one second stopped loving Chen Yi, and now he is being met with some actual interest from Chen Yi. Chen Yi is full reciprocating what Ai Di has wanted for so long and if this were a typical BL with more simplestic characterization, we would have gotten the moment where Ai Di just melts in to it, fully lets himself have it. Accepts that Chen Yi has woken up, gotten with the program, and is ready to be in a relationship with him. And to be honest, that is what I was expecting. Ai Di has been such a loud and obvious simp for Chen Yi that I thought for a moment he would be the kind of person to let himself have it. To not question it too hard, especially because he is young and impulsive. So imagine my surprise when I got this reaction from him instead:
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Ai Di likes to challenge, likes to push buttons, likes to press. And he starts this scene doing just that. He is on his way to tucking Chen Yi in to bed (folding the edge of the bed spread over him because Chen Yi is drunk off his ass and too heavy for Ai Di to manhandle under the covers. But the second that Chen Yi starts simping over his Boss again, Ai Di stops performing any level of care for Chen Yi, and you can see this little change in his face where he gets annoyed and actually undoes his little moment of care and pulls the bedspread back off of Chen Yi and then he postures and he’s trying to act tough, and he’s needling intentionally, and all of these things where he is trying to be antagonistic to Chen Yi because that is the only way that Ai Di really knows how to express his emotions and he’s butt hurt about Chen Yi once against obsessing over someone Ai Di knows he can’t have when he is right there. 
Now, Ai Di gets manhandled a lot by Chen Yi and while he isn’t able to break out of it, he does very often struggle/fight back to get out of Chen Yi’s grip when he’s been baby carried away from a scene like a sack of potatoes. Which is why I do think Ai Di is giving in to his own feelings a bit here because he…doesn’t do that. He lets Chen Yi pull him closer, he lets Chen Yi push him up against the wall. And he’s still needling but it’s all bark, no bite. When he starts calling Chen Yi impotent his face softens looking up at him. 
And then Chen Yi goes in for the kiss and Ai Di’s eyes go wide, you can see an entire internal monologue running through his head. I am fairly confident there are some what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck’s going through his head when Chen Yi first kisses him. 
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There is a moment, just a moment so quick where Ai Di kisses back, where his heart gets the better of his judgment and he lets himself *have it* for *just* a second, and then his brain snaps back almost immediately and he bites Chen Yi and pushes him away. 
And honestly, I do not understand how actors work, because Ai Di’s face twitches. How the fuck does Louis do that?! He’s out of breath, and his mouth is agape, and he looks horrified, and heartbroken, and confused, but maybe a little hopeful. Like he won’t let himself believe that Chen Yi would actually do this. Like he is thinking Chen Yi is doing this out of pity, or just to shut him up, or mess with him. Because Ai Di messes with Chen Yi all the time.  This is what Ai Di wants. He wants Chen Yi, but now that he is face to face with the possibility he does not have the ability to believe in it. 
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And in a very rare occurrence he listens to Chen Yi when Chen Yi tells him to get out of his room. The gears are definitely turning, but he simply cannot believe it, and it is so fascinating to me thinking about all these little microexpressive moments we get from Ai Di later on in the show that he really does not believe that Chen Yi kissing him in Episode 6 was Chen Yi actually admitting feelings, because every time that Ai Di tries something like torturing Chen Yi with spicy baby corn, or flirting to try to get Chen Yi to be uncomfortable or to back off, he reacts with genuine confusion when Chen Yi flirts back. 
Case in point: 
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Bai Zong Yi and Fan Ze Riu First Kiss
It’s really interesting for me to compare this kiss to the Ai Di and Chen Yi kiss because they feel like completely mirrored (read: reversed) reactions. Where Ai Di leans in to his kiss for a moment for a moment and then forces himself to push away, preventing further intimacy, Fan Ze Rui forces himself to push away for a moment and then leans in to it, allowing the intimacy to proceed.
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The set up is incredible, and in my opinion, foreshadows the fake amnesia plot in that Ze Rui is absolutely laser focused on his task (treating Zong Yi’s wounds) and intentionally ignoring everything else because he knows that it is irresponsible for him to initiate a relationship with a seventeen year old. Zong Yi is the first to lean in and go for a kiss, and he lingers at a distance that is respectful but with obvious intent for as long as it takes Ze Rui to look up and notice. There is a split second where Ze Rui’s eyes flit down to Zong Yi’s lips, and then he puts himself right back on task. Zong Yi is not to be dissuaded and goes in for the kiss again. Ze Rui notices, and grabs at Zong Yi’s shoulder to stop him, furrowing his brow in what I would consider confusion and focus, but once again his eyes betray him and he looks back at Zong Yi’s lips. This time without looking away, so Zong Yi continues, leaning in slowly and Ze Rui is drawn in at this point, he is frozen there, he isn’t trying to disengage from the inevitable anymore, unable to rebel against his own desire. 
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Their lips meet, and to me it looks like Ze Rui is shocked, like his brain has short circuited and he doesn’t know where to go from here. It’s like his body is just reacting and reacting before his brain can catch up with the responsibility. He kisses back before his brain has really processed what is happening, and then he knows he shouldn’t be doing this so he tries to push away in the most half-hearteded attempt to be responsible, and a second later he’s abandoned the effort and started engaging more enthusiastically in the kiss. 
I do not fucking know how Hsu Kai does it because I swear to god Fan Riyu was cycling through about a hundred different emotions in this one moment and they were all acting against his physical reaction to the kiss. The way his arm goes out to Bai Zong Yi's shoulder to try to keep physical distance between the two of them, while he is having a full out internal war with himself? Holy fucking shit. It’s really like his brain is going “is this actually happening? Shit yes it is I have to- fuck it” 
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And at the start of his active participation in the kiss he is still not letting himself have it. I think he is still stuck on the fact that he shouldn’t be doing this, and as a result he pushes Zong Yi back so he can see his face, study it. All it takes is for Bai Zong Yi to go back in yet again to continue their kiss, and then it’s all over for Fan Ze Rui. He’s all in. His hand goes to Zong Yi’s face, to his neck, and before we know it he is pulling himself in to Zong Yi’s lap from the floor so  smoothly. 
Reunion Sex 
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I initially was only going to focus on the Ep 6 Ai Di x Chen Yi and the Episode 7 Zong Yi x Ze Rui moments in this post, but I am so in love with the structure of the reunion sex scene that I absolutely had to talk about it. 
Again, I do not understand how actors work because Hsu Kai just knocks it out of the motherfucking park. I love that when Fan Ze Rui rouses from sleep and starts muttering under his breath and engagin with Zong Yi, you don’t need any visual confirmation from the story whatsoever to understand that Ze Rui definitely has actual dreams of reuniting with Bai Zong Yi. And you don’t need that additional confirmation because of how Hsu Kai sells the talking in his sleep moment here when he’s riding on the pills and alcohol. 
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He blinks through heavy lids and reaches out toward Zong Yi instantly, his smile is absent and dreamy, and unrestrained in a way that genuinely impresses me because I feel like it is hard to pull off acting the kind of drowsy you are when you’re still trapped in the limbo between wake and sleep when you’re not actually experiencing it. Ze Rui’s touches are unrestrained, his eyes are barely opened under their own weight, and he’s loose and droopy still when Bai Zong Yi lifts him in to the hug. Ze Rui’s bones look heavy and his muscles look loose, and he’s not really able to maintain his own structure as a result. Settling back flat pretty quickly have Zong Yi has released him from his embrace. 
And then the light changes and the setting gets dreamier despite the fact that Ze Riu is actually starting to wake up, being reminded this is real, Zong Yi is real with grounded touches that we see in close up. And I am so sad we don’t get to see Ze Rui’s face at the exact moment of the scene when it clicks for him that this is real, because it happens during the close up of the hands (which I am also fine with :D). But when we pull back out into the wider shot, Ze Rui is already sobbing against Bai Zong Yi’s cheek. And Ze Rui tries his damndest to be his normal jokey, smiley self once he knows what is happening is real, because that’s who Zong Yi loves, and that’s who Zong Yi deserves after all the pain he’s suffered for Ze Rui but instead he just…breaks. Y’all I lost it at the way all the strength just falls away from Ze Rui’s voice when he says “kiddo”. How small he sounds when he says he’s sorry. The meekness in his voice during his own apology speaks volumes for how important it is, how much weight it carries. Because Ze Rui knows what happened to Zong Yi over the past four years. He knows all of it. He knows that Zong Yi went to prison to protect him, he knows that Zong Yi got attacked there, he knows that Zong Yi has memory problems now because of it. 
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He has all of this guilt that is driving the way he interacts with Bai Zong Yi in their interlude here. By the way: “It’s been 1,573 days. Did it hurt?” is joining my list of Incredibly Devastating Lines. And it’s not just because of the line itself, it’s not just because of the way Bai Zong Yi shakes his head no. It’s especially devastating to me because right before Ze Rui asks the question, he slides his hand up to the back of Bai Zong Yi’s head and massages it a little bit with his thumb, like he’s trying to rub at an ache in hopes of getting rid of the pain. It is in no way the focus of the scene, and the action is mostly cut off and regailed to the edge of the screen, but jesus fucking christ it did wonders for me in terms of selling the scene. 
Anyway, Ginny was right, the body language was incredible, and I’m glad I didn’t watch this live or else I’d have gotten zero sleep writing essays every day of the week about some of these scenes
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tastefulstars · 1 year
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Keep Me Close
You get to see a side of Billy that no one else has.
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billy hargrove x f!reader
a/n: ok i know a lot of people hc billy as daddy dom but no. no that boy is prime sub material and who am i to deny every desire my pea brain comes up with? this isn’t what i planned and it took a hard left turn but i cant bring myself to care.
warnings: 18+ only. mdni. unprotected sex. piv, oral (m receiving), sub!billy, dom!reader, restraints, sensory play (kind of), praise kink, jealousy, no real proof reading.
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Your relationship with Billy was, well, not a relationship - not even a friendship really, which made it all the more confusing.
You'd flirt and tease, making out at parties, pressed against a strangers sink, but nothing more than that has happened - you didn't think anything more than that would happen. Neither of you seemed to be in too much of a rush to take it further.
You'd watch as Billy would flirt his way around town, seemingly fucking everyone but you. Jealousy simmered under your skin, your pride kept you from going to him.
Oh how you wanted, wanted to be the one he seduced. All coy smiles and soft words and even softer touches. Wanted more than just a quick fuck. Wanted him laid out in your bed and looking up at you in absolute adoration as you rode him, wanted him to press words of devotion into your skin, wanted him to stay - curled around you and your fingers buried in his hair.
Mostly, you just wanted him to choose you.
Maybe you were being foolish, a silly girl with a silly crush, but you couldn't stop the painful squeeze of your heart or the burning jealousy that made your jaw clench every time you watched him flirt with someone else - knowing that he'd be pressed against you at the next party, licking into your mouth and holding your hips tight.
You had enough.
If he could string you along and sleep around town then why couldn't you?
You started dressing a little bit more revealing, reveling in the attention boys started paying to you. You attended more parties, dancing and flirting with whoever caught your eye. You never actually slept with any of them but the idea that you would kept a small group of guys following you around. You had them eating out of the palm of your hand.
You felt powerful.
All you had to do was bat your eyes, pout a little, and they would be tripping over themselves to do whatever you wanted.
A group of your friends, and your ever loyal shadows, had organized to spend a day at the local pool. You slipped on your tiny black bikini, you had bought the most revealing one you could find, pulled a loose dress over the top.
Climbing out of the backseat of one of the boys cars, you warmly greet your friends. Laughing and chatting as you made your way into the pool. One of the girls giggles.
“Oh - look who’s here today!” Her voice is high and she’s giggling in between words. You glance over and spot Billy, sitting on the lifeguard’s chair. His curly hair tucked behind his ears and framing his face beautifully, dark sunglasses perched high on his nose hide his baby blues.
“I forgot he worked here” You hadn’t.
You feel his eyes on you as you slowly, teasingly, pull your dress up.
You feel the eyes of your shadows too. ‘Let me get that’ one’s rushing to your side to take your dress, ‘here, I saved you the lounge chair’ another is saying, and a third chimes up with ‘I’ll get you a drink - do you want an icy pop too?’
You lay back, drinks and snacks appearing out of nowhere when you even hint at being thirsty, hungry. You laugh with your friends and after a while, grow bored. You roll your head and eye up your friends, ignoring the boys.
“Wanna swim?” You asks lazily, pulling yourself off the chair and you can hear the boys tripping over themselves to chase after you.
Your day was long but good. You enjoyed the cool water against your skin, enjoyed laying on the lounge chair and soaking up the warm sunlight. You were starting to get tired and gathered up your dress to change, heading to the bathroom and rolling your eyes when one of the boys asks if you need help.
You’re heading back to the group, hands full of your wet swimmers, when there’s fingers wrapping around your elbow and pulling you. You let Billy lead you into the storage shed and raise your eyebrow.
“Yes?” You ask. He’s just staring at you, jaw clenching.
“What are you doing?” He snaps, eyebrows furrowed and oh, you almost laugh, he’s jealous. 
“Spending time with my friends?” You say like it should be obvious. You weren’t going to give into him - give him what he wanted, to throw yourself at him, beg him for forgiveness.
He makes a low sound, a frustrated growl, that makes your cunt pulse. He’s stalking forward, getting into your space.
“You know that’s not what I mean” His voice is low and if you were anyone else, it would be intimidating. “What are you doing, wearing barely anything all the time and going to parties and flirting with all those boys?”
Oh so he had noticed after all, your stomach flutters and toes curl. You raise your chin. 
“Why do you care?” You ask him, voice hard, “I’m not your girlfriend”
“I-”
“No” You cut him off, stepping closer and staring him down, “No - you don’t get to fuck your way around town, string me along and then get mad at me for doing the same damn thing”
That’s when you notice it - he’s never had a girl challenge him and he’s dropping his eyes, lowering his shoulders, making himself seem smaller. Arousal sings through your body. Ohh, you could work with this. You reach up, cupping the back of his neck with your hand and squeeze. His eyes flicker back to yours.
“You act all tough and like a bad boy, fuckin’ anyone who’ll let you” Your voice is low, hand still firmly holding Billy by the neck, “You think you have to, don’t you? Don’t want to admit that you just want someone else to take charge? To look after you and let you sink into your pleasure without questions?”
He takes a deep breath in, shuddering and he lowers his eyes again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” It sounds weak, unconvincing. You just look at him.
“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry” You tell him, giving his neck a gentle squeeze, “I’ll meet you at your car”
You don’t wait for him to nod, to agree, you just leave. You gather your things and say goodbye to your group, much to the boys disappointment, and perch on top of the hood of his car, waiting. You slide down once he reaches you, pressed against his front.
“Why don’t you drive for a bit? Find us a nice quiet spot and we can talk” Your voice is sweet like honey and he doesn’t speak, nodding.
He drives too fast and grips the steering wheel too tight and you worry that maybe you’re pushing it, that he doesn’t really want to give up control, that he didn’t want you to be the one he’s vulnerable for. You rest your hand on his thigh and you see him relax a little, glancing at you for a beat before turning and watching the road.
He’s pulling into a secluded wooded area, turning the car off and just, waiting. You reach over, tugging gently on a lock of his hair. His head turns to you but he’s not really looking at you, eye darting around your head.
“Billy” You murmur, soft, not wanting to break the silence, "look at me"
He does, eyes locking onto yours. You cup his cheek and he leans into your palm.
"Tell me what you want, baby boy"
His eyes slip closed, his nose scrunches before he relaxes.
"I, I just want" He struggles a little bit, to find the words but you're happy to wait, stroking your thumb over his cheek.
"I just want to not have to think for a while" He finally breathes, words spilling past his lips before he can stop them, "My dad's a piece of shit and everyone expects me to be this big tough guy and I'm angry, all the time, and Max hates me and, I just - no one wants me, to take care of me. You're the first person who hasn't made me feel like I have to act. You always just let me give you what I needed and never asked for more."
You hold his face between your hands and your heart breaks at the sight of his watery eyes. You were going to ask him to fuck you on the hood of his car, but now - no, that wouldn't do. You press a soft kiss onto his lips.
"Will you let me take care of you?" Your lips brush against his as you talk, "I want you to take us to my home, I want to make you feel good"
He nods as best as he can with you holding him, you press another kiss onto his lips. He presses forward as you lean back, chasing your lips. You laugh softly and give him a final kiss.
You keep a hand on him as he drives, holding his thigh. You squeeze gently when he pulls up. Taking his hand, you lead him to your room.
You hold his hand on your lap, and look him in the eye. He's just staring at you, eyes wide and almost pleading. How anyone hadn't noticed this before, his need to let go, shocked you.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes" He nods, no hesitation. Something blossoms inside you and your chest flutters.
You slip down onto your knees, kneeling in front of him. You press quick kisses to each thigh and deftly work his shoes off his feet. He sighs as you gently rub his calves, working your fingers up until your hands are resting on his thighs again. You slip your hands up his torso, using the momentum to slip his tank off him.
"Lay down" You tell him gently, guiding him until his head is on your pillows, "Comfortable?"
His smile is small but no less blinding, he murmurs out a quiet 'yeah'. You shift, straddling his waist.
"Trust me?" You whisper again as you take his wrists in your hands, holding them above his head.
"I trust you" His voice is even and you believe him. You slide off him and dig through your closet, finding an old shirt you roll - twisting and knotting it until it's turned into makeshift restraints. You slip one hand through the opening, tightening it and looping the fabric through the headboard before securing his other hand in the second opening.
Once his arms are fixed to your headboard you sit back, weight settling on Billy's hips. He looks beautiful - strong arms framing his head, curly hair splayed out on your pillow, pupils blown wide.
You gently stroke his cheek with a single finger, trailing it over his features, down his chin, his neck. You caress his firm chest, applying soft pressure and stroking him, willing him to relax completely. You scrape your nails down his chest and stomach, watching as the muscles under your touch tense and relax.
“How do you feel?” You ask, dragging your gaze from his firm stomach to his eyes. He looks relaxed, eyes hooded and lips parted.
“I’m good” He murmurs on a soft sigh, “feels good”
You shuffle backwards, kneeling between his legs. His shorts are tented and dick hard. Your mouth watered at the sight, you wanted - wanted to feel him inside you, but you wanted to take care of him first. You rub your hands firmly down his thighs, gently kneading the flesh of his legs and working out any tension.
Your stomach flips and flutters when his soft sighs and groans reach your ears.
“Feel good?” You whisper.
“Hmm” He’s voice is sleepy, relaxed, “yeah”
“I’m going to make you come, handsome” He trembles at your words, “Going to make you feel good”
“Please”
You drag your fingers to the waistband of his shorts, hooking them in and slowly dragging them down his legs and dropping them onto the floor beside you. His cock is long and thick, flushed red and leaking precum. You gently wrap your fingers around the shaft and Billy’s whole body jerks at your touch. You keep your touch light, soft, and slow - fisting his cock until he’s gasping and rocking his hips up to meet your fist, his hand’s straining against his restraints.
You lower yourself, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and Billy shouts. Sucking gently, you let your spit gather in your mouth before you pull back slightly, letting the saliva dribble down his cock. You sink your mouth down on him, his groans and moans going straight to your cunt.
You didn’t think you were going to be able give Billy up now that you’d tasted him. The skin on his cock was smooth and velvety under your lips, the precum leaking onto your tongue salty and musky. You could lay here, sucking Billy’s cock for hours, but this wasn’t about what you wanted.
So you work a little harder, fisting the base of his cock and cupping his balls and rolling them in your palm, take him a little deeper in your throat.
“Oh- I’m” Billy is panting, thighs and hips twitching around you, “I‘m close”
You take him as deep as you can and swallow around him and he’s crying out, tensing and spilling down your throat. You work him through it, gently licking, cleaning his cock until Billy’s whining and shifting away from your lips. His head is tipped back, breathing hard and gasping.
“You’re so beautiful” You tell him, stroking your palms across his torso. You gently trail your fingers across his skin as you wait for him to catch his breath. Your cunt is beating in time with your heart, slick dribbling down your thighs and your skin feels electric.
You’ve never wanted anyone as much as you wanted Billy right now but you’re content with waiting. Wanting him to be ready, to be with you when you sink down on his cock, so you drag your nails down his skin and watch.
His eyes crack open after a few minutes and oh dear, if he looked beautiful with his eyes closed then he’s downright gorgeous now that he’s got his eyes locked on yours.
You shift upwards, settling on his waist again and rub at his biceps, worried they were aching. He’s looking up at you with a soft look on his face, blissed out and adoring.
“Good?” You ask, toes curling. He smiles softly and, well, that does it - you were never letting him out of your sight now.
“I’m good” He mumbles, voice low, “I- thank you”
“Tell me when you’re ready” You instruct, “I want to ride you, make you spill inside me”
He groans softly, eyes closing and you lean down, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss. You kiss him, licking into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on his lower lip, for what feels like hours. You’re panting into each other’s mouths, Billy’s arms pulling against the cloth holding him down, and you’re rocking your hips against his stomach - grinding down on him and making him moan.
“Please - can you?” He’s asking quietly, head turned and buried in his bicep.
“What is it, baby? What do you need?”
His cheeks flush slightly and you let him work it out, not pressing him for his answer. He opens his eyes, peering at you from under his lashes and you melt - he could ask you for anything and you’d give it to him.
“Wanna feel you. Want to be inside you” He breathes out, shyly. You just press kisses against his temple and cheek and murmur out a quiet, ‘of course’.
He watches you as you quickly strip, eyes wide and mouth parted. He drinks you in and his hands clench like he’s wanting nothing more than to touch.
“You’re gorgeous” He breathes and you feel yourself flush - tummy full of butterflies. You kiss him as you press him inside your cunt, sinking down and and down until you’re flush against his hips. You’re moaning at the stretch and Billy is gasping, bucking up and pressing his cock deeper.
“Oh fuck” He grunts, voice trembling. You press your forehead against his and you roll your hips. “Oh god”
“You feel so good, baby” Your voice is soft, words spilled in time with each roll of your hips.
“Feel so good inside me. You’re doing such a good job for me, aren’t you? My good boy”
You felt pride surge through you as he’s reduced to a whining mess, gasping and shuddering as you lavish him with praises. His face is scrunched up and he’s gasping for breath, you almost want to break him - to make him beg, but now isn’t the time for that. You reach down, fingering your clit and rocking harder, faster.
“I wanna come all over your big cock and then you’re going to fill me up, aren’t you?” You moan, cunt fluttering around him, you were getting close.
“Yes” He gasps, “Yes- I’m going to-”
You press your clit just a touch harder and you explode, shaking and clamping down on Billy’s cock - Billy immediately follows, moaning loudly as he rocks his hips up into you and rides out his climax.
Your arms give out and you press your forehead against Billy’s heat, panting. You feel his rough breaths and his chest heave, feel his heart pounding. He makes a small noise above you and you sit, rising off him and letting his cock slip out of you.
You reach up, releasing his hands from their bonds and gently lowering them to his sides, not wanting the muscles to seize up after being still for so long. You press a kiss on his temple and slide off the bed, whispering a quick ‘be back in a tick’, you slide your dress on and slip out the room. 
You return with a towel and a damp cloth, cleaning his cock gently before you pull your dress off again. Climbing back onto the bed, you wrap yourself around him and sigh softly when he curls his body, arms tight, around you and buries his face into your chest.
“You okay?” You say into his hair, he squeezes you.
“Yeah” His voice is rough and broken, you kiss his hair again.
“You did so well, baby boy” You whisper, “also-”
You pull back, pushing him slightly until you’re looking him in the eye.
“-You’re mine now, understood?”
“Yes” He breathes softly, his gaze full of love.
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justbreakonme · 1 year
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Continued from this
“I’m not the worst person you’ve met, am I?”
It was an impossible question and they knew it.
“Please, I can’t- there’s not- I don’t know, sir, I’m sorry-“
He raised a hand, cutting them off. They silenced themself instantly, not even daring to breathe.
They had been a victim of this game before. Asked questions they couldn’t answer, punished for whatever they said. In a way, it shouldn’t matter. They should just stop trying to find the right answers and just brace themselves. But they couldn’t stop trying.
It was going to start all over again. The questions, the waiting, the pain. Pain, pain, always pain with nothing they could say or do to stop it.
Please, just cut out my tongue and be done with it. Or kill me, please, anything to make it stop…
“It’s a rhetorical question,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Just- Eat. Then go to sleep. I’ll figure out whatever the fuck is going on in the morning.”
“Yes sir, thank you, sir.”
They can breathe now, the painful tightness easing slightly. Not much. But a little.
He was gone without another word, letting the door swing shut with a slam that made their entire body jerk.
The lock clicked, and they were alone. For the first time in so, so long.
Closing their eyes, they took a deep breath, trying to let their heart slow down for a moment.
Then they smelled the food.
They practically ripped the paper bag to shreds, snatching up the apple as it rolled away with both hands.
Tears and apple juice dripped to the floor in tandem as they sunk their teeth in, relief and honest joy flooding their body in equal measure.
They hadn’t eaten in days, but the true luxury was the apple.
It was cold and sweet and real, they hadn’t had anything they could recognize as growing out of the ground in…how long had it been?
Years, they realized, their heart sinking somehow lower. But they weren’t going to linger on that now.
Scooting back to lean against the wall, they let their head fall back, closing their eyes once more as they chewed.
Horrors waited for them in the morning, they knew that. There was no way to escape, they didn’t even bother to look. There never was and there never would be.
But in this moment, there was peace.
They wrapped the blanket around their shoulders and ate the apple as slowly as they could manage, leaving only the stem and seeds.
There was a sandwich too, buried under a bag of chips and a granola bar. They tried to make every bite last, every sip of water count. Who knows when they would get this luxury again?
He let them have this.
As if it were nothing.
Now that they were full, better than they had been in months, they gathered up the wrappers and the apple seeds, tucking them carefully into the chip bag. They set the trash neatly in the corner out of the way, then shifted a bit to lay down.
Back to the wall, facing the door. Their arm under their head for a pillow, knees up to their chest for the tiny bit of protection it offered.
They pulled the blanket up with a soft sigh, then grabbed the nearly empty water bottle, hugging it like a teddy bear.
The pain would come far too soon, but it was gone for now. They weren’t hungry or thirsty or cold, and they were alone. They’d have a few hours of calm, and that was good enough.
Now, at least they knew the answer to his question. Maybe in the morning they would be proven wrong but it was night now, and they were tired.
Across the hall, in his over-cluttered office, he let his forehead hit the desk with a soft thump. “This is going to be a long night…”
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fictive-sl0th · 1 year
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Daddy’s disappointed
⌜ Loki x f!reader drabble⌝
➢ 18+ mention of smut
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Thank you @muddyorbs for this idea <3
➢ On a sunny pool day you decide to provoke daddy
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Loki never loses his poise. Never.
Unless it was in the bedroom; the place of metamorphosis where the regal, diplomatic Avenger turned into a starved king ruling your pleasure with carrot and stick.
Today was one of the rare days you woke up and chose violence.
Relentless sexual violence.
And the target and victim was most certain.
It was a mission to see how far you could push him, how far you could pull his emerald strings until they would snap. And how hard?
“Come in, y/n! It’s so refreshing” Wanda’s delicate voice echoed from the outdoor pool where a small group had decided to spent their free afternoon under New Yorks simmering summer sun.
They were right about it after a full week of nonstop press conferences, foto shoots and promo galas.
You were exhausted however, there was always this one specific view that you could thoroughly enjoy no matter what.
Loki's Norse temple of a body was sprawled on a sun lounger, the shorts perfectly exposing his juicy thighs as he crossed his legs.
Long digits precisely flapped the pages of an old, Asgardian novel and his captivating eyes were hidden by mirrored pilot sunglasses.
Shamelessly turned on by the sight of your lovers abs on full display, his spotless skin strained by flexing muscles, you stopped paying attention on the way.
Distracted feet almost stumbled across a small stair as your eyes were fixed on the subtle line of raven hair sinfully leading down to the tight waistband of his shorts.
This man was a god. If anyone, then it was him.
“Alright. I’m coming” you said, a very special undertone embedded in your last sentence as you proudly strode past Loki's lounger.
Oh, it was going to be fun, you thought.
In the corner of your eyes you saw him swiftly moving the book out of his sight, lips twitching in a smirk as his eyes began to explore your naked legs.
He was insatiable when it came to you. Your body was the grand oasis for a thirsty god.
“Mister Laufeyson, Sir… ” your voice was nothing more than a silent breath, a sirens lure as you slowly began to untie the towel and provocatively slid it down your curves.
You were playing with fire.
“Would you hold that for me” you grinned to yourself, throwing the towel back without even taking a look. Now you were delivering the brat tamer tonight’s victim on a silver plate. You.
Confidently, you radiated the attitude he would normally fuck out of you. Only that now, here, he couldn’t.
Loki's teeth gritted, knuckles began to turn white around the innocent book. God, how much he loved this side of you.
His drug. His beautiful pet. His bratty whore.
Swaying your naked hips in the most tempting way, you descended the stairs, cold water embraced your skin that glistened in the sun.
The orange looked like a subtle halo. You were a goddess to Loki, the goddess of everything unholy, who wantonly drowned his sacredness in blood red lust.
You were sin but he had no problem with handling the devil. If he ever came to reclaim you; his most effective bait, Loki would be prepared.
But for now the god had claimed you.
The flimsy fabric of your pink bikini bottoms gave away much. Too much for Loki to properly restrain his growing lust lingering in the dark corners of his mind.
Involuntarily, he bucked his hips, watching your body disappear beneath the water with brows knitted in seething desire.
“Brother? Are you quite well?” Thor propped himself on his elbows, scanning his beloved little brother for any signs of uncomfortableness.
Loki rolled his eyes, Thor’s brows creased in worry.
“I assure you, brother, I am perfectly fine” he growled, veiny hands placing the book on his crotch, hoping it would hide at least half of his hardening cock.
Loki wasn’t shy about his manhood but still, he could totally forego a conversation about it.
Swimming a few rounds with Wanda you decided to go for a little dive. Nothing goes against a bit of wetness, right?
Especially not against wet hair and the sounds they could coax.
Picture perfect your head broke the water surface again before you elegantly swung your hair back, crashing on your bare neck with a juicy smack.
Similar enough to several bedroom activities your boyfriend was particularly entertained by.
“One” you hinted counting; a sly innuendo just Loki would understand. Maybe he would make you count tonight?
Oh, you hoped he was.
And he did understand, shifting on the lounger as an angry groan rumbled through his muscular chest, sounding like untamed and virile.
He hated games if they weren’t his own and you were just about to beat him in a dirty round.
“One what?” The finger haired witch was slightly irritated, as you swam back towards the stairs.
“One moment. I’ll be right back” you cooed, decently untying the strings of your bikini unbeknownst to anyone’s eyes.
It must look like they’ve gotten loose by accident.
Most certainly there was someone who could tie it for you again. A special god who looked so fucking handsome shirtless and with those glasses the same color as his unique curls.
Dripping wet and grinning slyly you stood in front of Loki, wordlessly waiting for him to move.
A silent challenge.
The thrill of your actions heated your blood like Tony’s Finnish sauna. Nevertheless, you remained calm, putting on that innocent, little smile you knew would get him going.
Suddenly, long legs parted, spreading to allow the god's feet to meet the ground left and right from the lounger.
His arousal was on full display, undeniable, adding friction to your sizzling belly. Something similar to muscle memory was apparently also applying to the nerves of your cunt.
“Lokiiii…” you chirped stretching the 'i' unnecessarily long, highlighting your heated playfulness.
But he remained silent. The god was becoming angry.
A raven eyebrow rose above the sunglasses before he slid them down his straight nose, granting his narrowed emeralds free sight of your barely clothed body.
Loki’s tongue darted out between porcelain white teeth, licking them before he retrieved it with a click.
The ridges of his strong pecks dug deeper as he propped himself on one arm, biceps bulging so elegantly. The image sent a gush of wetness to meet your bikini bottoms.
Fuck, you cursed internally. You had invited torture into your life when you agreed to be his.
Slowly, with precise movements, you turned to let Loki face your back and placed your shins on top of the lounger, sinking down to rest your body on your heels.
The position only poured oil in Loki's burning desire, greedy eyes bathing in the sight of your pretty ass propped up on full display.
“Could you please tie my bikini, babe?”
You began tugging at your wet hair so they sat on one of your shoulders, exposing the loose knot of your top.
Now, you were playing with a whole inferno.
“Fucking temptress” Loki muttered through gritted teeth, sitting up ready to tie the ribbons as your wiggling ass drew his strained attention.
“Please, daddy”.
The word was layered with a dirty moan hitting Loki like a tornado and interrupting his hungry gaze that had followed a droplet of water running down the curve of your hips.
A sharp inhale echoed behind you. The kind that sent a cold shiver of fear and arousal down your spine.
The moment was tense. Like a loaded Barrett only waiting for someone to pull the trigger. Silently tsk'ing your audacity, Loki clenched his jaw in a desperate try to restrain himself.
The regal nerves had snapped. You had found his boundaries and boldly overstepped them.
“You’re coming with me” he sneered silently, his voice a mere rasp as rough hands rapidly tied the top and coaxed you to stand up with him.
“Pet”
The low groan made your channel clench, the harsh 't' sitting on his tongue for far too long.
Loki was pissed and you would soon find out about the details of your punishment. You would certainly continue to count smacks later.
Loki pressed your body flush against his, your asscheeks brushing his length which had grown to it’s full glory by now and demanding a fuck and quick.
Greedily biting your red lips, your dripping body wetted Loki’s, acting as a lube to allow his strong motions to just glide against you.
It was about to get too filthy for public eyes.
“Brother?”
“Y/n?”
Wanda and Thor asked at the same time after Loki turned you around and roughly pushed you towards the elevator.
The man was in a hurry.
“She’ll be right back, Maximoff. I just need to demonstrate something to her” Loki yelled without turning back. His tight grip on your wrist was a sinful promise of what would follow.
He needed you. He needed to tame you.
Nudging away your soaking hair with his jaw, Loki's mouth came dangerously close to your ear, preparing for a potent whisper.
“If she’s still able to walk afterwards… Daddy’s disappointed…”
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roosmybeloved · 3 months
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Stuck!
Lestappen/Carlando
(1207 words)
Max and Lando are stuck in an elevator.
Luckily, the firemen aren't bad looking.
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"Shit.” Max muttered, fingers still jamming incessantly on the buttons in the elevator. Lando sighed heavily from his place on the floor.
“It’s not gonna work, mate.” He said. Max continued.
Lando wasn’t exactly sure how long they’d been stuck, but he knew it definitely was not long enough for Max to be panicking this much.
“Max. Seriously. Sit down.” He said, moving forward to kick his friend, who shot him a glare. After a few more aggressive button mashes, Max’s shoulders sagged in resignation.
He slumped down beside Lando.
“Are you sure there’s no emergency call button?” Max asked, glancing up, eyes searching the walls of the small elevator. Lando shrugged.
“Can’t see one. Let me check for a signal again.” He muttered, pulling out his phone and unlocking it. Max peered over his shoulder.
“A sunset as your homescreen? You need to get laid, mate.” He said, grinning. Lando narrowed his eyes as he looked over to Max.
“What’s yours, then?” He asked. Max coughed. He scratched his neck.
“Jimmy and Sassy.” He said. Lando barked out a laugh, rolling his eyes as Max blushed red.
“You have your cats as your homescreen and you’re telling me to get laid?”
“It’s perfectly respectable!” Max argued, crossing his arms.
“So is a sunset!” Lando countered as Max peered over his shoulder again, “In fact, I-”
“Signal!” Max shouted. Lando winced.
“We’re in a 3ft box, mate. No need to shout.” He said. Max scowled, reaching for the phone. Lando sighed as he passed over.
He cursed his phone anxiety.
Max punched a suspiciously short number into his phone, before holding it to his ear as it rang.
“999, what service do you require? Fire, ambulance or police? ” A voice called. Lando punched Max, eyes wide. He should’ve asked who Max was going to call.
“Uh, I guess fire? We’re stuck in an elevator.” He said as Lando stared at him in bewilderment.
There was a moment of quiet, and Max bit back a laugh as Lando shook his head.
“Where are you, please?”
“Just the, uh, office building off Bernard Street. There’s only one elevator, so.” He said.
More quiet. A faint typing sound.
“How long have you been there? Can you wait?”
Max sighed, dramatically.
“It’s been quite a while. I’m starting to get thirsty. Soon would be good.” He said. Lando gave him a pointed look. Max ignored him.
“Of course, I’ll send help now. Should be half an hour.”
“Thank you.” Max said, before hanging up. Lando lay down on the floor, laughing.
“You’re such a liar.” He said, arm over his forehead. Max joined him lying on the floor, slightly curled up with the size of the room.
“I am thirsty, though.” Max said, tapping a beat on the floor with his hand. Lando hummed.
They fell quiet for a long while. It had been a long day, and it was late. They were both students with part-time jobs that were hectic, and their studies had become more difficult with exam season approaching.
Lando felt himself falling asleep, even against the cold and hard tiles of the elevator floor.
He jolted awake as Max spoke.
“Did you finish your essay?” He asked. Lando rubbed his eyes, sitting up.
“Nah.”
“Me neither.” Max replied, groaning as he sat up too, bones cracking.
“Doesn’t sound normal.” Lando muttered as Max laughed, until Lando shushed him.
The two eyed each other as distant voices grew louder outside the elevator doors. Max strained his neck, ear placed at the opening.
“Last job of the day.” He heard a man say, sounding as tired as Max felt. Lando stood up slowly, wiping the dirt from his trousers.
They could hear a racket, seemingly coming from slightly above. Max looked up. The doors slowly were being pushed apart, a crow bar wedged inbetween and growing the gap. He sucked in a breath as he looked up at the man.
A fireman, in uniform yet only in the t-shirt, his arms on display as he battled with the metal doors. And his face was something to behold.
The elevator was clearly stuck between floors, the fireman stood above him. Like a scene from Romeo and Juliet, Max’s brain supplied unhelpfully.
“Oh, hello! I am Charles.” He said, voice strained as he pushed with finality, the doors giving way. Max stared at him. Charles leaned on the crowbar, wiping his forehead.
“I’m Max.” He replied dumbly. Charles smiled sweetly.
Lando waved.
“Get us out, please Mr Fireman.” He said teasingly, and Charles laughed as he nodded.
“Of course. We brought water, hold on.” He said, beckoning someone over. In a moment, another fireman appeared. Lando dropped his arm to his side as he stared.
“Hello! Here.” The second man said, leaning down and holding out two bottles of water. Max looked at Lando, who stood rooted to the floor. Max took the water.
“Thanks. This is Lando.” He said.
“Carlos.” The second fireman said. He smiled, but Max caught his eyes trailing up and down Lando’s body. He looked back to Charles, who was staring. Charles looked away promptly.
The two firemen left their view.
“We should get stuck in elevators more often.” Lando muttered to Max, the other nodding quickly. They drank their water, realising how thirsty they both actually were.
Charles reappeared, holding a hand out to Max.
“No rope?” Max asked, grinning as Charles’ cheeks darkened.
“Afraid not.” He replied, dimples on show as he smiled. Max tried to ignore the way his muscles bulged as he grabbed his hand. What wasn’t easy to ignore was the ease that Charles lifted him up with.
They looked at each other for a long moment once Max was stood, Charles’ other hand resting carefully on his lower back.
“Are you free tonight?” Max blurted out, before stepping back and covering his mouth. Charles’ eyes widened. He regained some semblance of coolness.
“Yeah. Yeah. I am. Free.” He said, scratching his neck. Max nodded quickly.
He looked over as Carlos pulled Lando from the elevator. Carlos steadied him, hands on Lando’s waist, before quickly removing them.
“You can keep them there, if you want.” Lando said, fixing Carlos with an innocent look. Carlos raised an eyebrow, bitten lip betraying his confident exterior. He placed his hands back where they were with a grin.
Max looked back at Charles.
“Come to mine?” He asked. It was meant as a question, though it sounded more like a demand. Charles nodded quickly.
They exchanged numbers, touches lingering as they returned phones. Max grinned as Lando approached them.
“Ready to go?” Lando asked. Max nodded, glancing over to see Carlos already typing hastily on his phone. Lando’s phone chimed, and he rolled his eyes fondly.
“See you later, Max.” Charles promised, giving Max a wink before sauntering towards Carlos. Lando sighed happily.
“Successful day, I’d say.” He said, attempting to ignore the 0 words still sitting on his essay document.
“Bet you’re glad I called 999, now.” Max replied, a smug smile on his face as they descended the stairs.
“I mean, it was actually my idea to go in the elevator, so.”
Max glared at him. Lando’s laziness finally paid off, he supposed.
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Is this bothering??
Am I bothering you???😭 OH well, I might ad well just wake a request than cuz I was *thirsty* 🙈
How about VERY OC luffy and zoro who are possessive and jealous in this party because you were talking to a guy and you can hopefully reward me with nsfw.🙏 thats it.
Yyou don't have to but anyways,
Have a great day!💕
A/n: lmao😭 no it's not bothering me, it totally okay. But thank you for the concern. I HOPE I reached your expectations but you know if I didn't, let's not say anything.👄
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[Luffy X reader] [zoro X reader]
Word-count; 1k. 600 each.
drunk on alcohol, you weren’t fully aware of your actions and approaching the man who was staring at you for a while, motioning you to come near, talking to him, unknowingly flirting and touching his shoulder which didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend all to well. He wasn’t pleased.
Warning; possessiveLuffy! PossessiveZoro! NSFWsmut! JealousBoys! BrattyReader!(ig) fingering! NameKink! Anal sex! Oral sex! Rough sex! Lack of consent! Backsex! Swearing And provoking! Wallsex! Manhandling! Kissing! Biting! Grinding! Flirting! Teasing!
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Luffy: 
He pulls you roughly inside a dark room, abandoned and silent but loud when the door lock shuts in. "Hey! You can't just-" you are cut off with a sharp bite on your neck. Your body winces at the slight pain. He doesn't stop, bitting along your throat till leaving very clear dark spots behind.
"Luffy-" your arms stay on his shoulders to push him away and try to explain him through your drunken mind. He doesn't budge, only releasing a harsh sound from the back of his throat.
Luffy's arms are immediately on your wrists, pushing them over your head so you are out of luck to do much. You thrash in his hold, gritting out his name in a warning.
"What is wrong with you?" You breathlessly struggle out, peering at him intensely. His eyes grow angrier, mouth getting feistier.
His hands handle you so you are suddenly flipped around, face in front of the wall and your back brushing against his chest. You hear a quiet growl near by your ear, panting breaths following Right after.
"No. What is wrong with you?" his grip on your hips tighten, nails digging through the thin fabric wrap around your form tightly. You are not sure what his intentions are but Before you are adjusting yourself to get around him, he is fumbling with the zipper on your back, roughly dragging it down to let a brush of cool air brush over your skin.
You gasp, hand impulsively going around but he just grips it, twisting it behind the low of your back. "You are gonna let me do what I want." He rasps. 
You are left with squinting eyes, softly panting in his tight hold. It's only when your heartbeat is loud enough in your ear that you recall what you were doing minutes ago. You should solve the misunderstanding, should tell him calm down and not worry about the relationship between you and him but with they way he is acting, despite your morals, a wet spot has appeared between your legs. You want to see how far you can keep him on edge. 
"You are jealous." You state, giving him a side glance. He meets your eyes, dark brown eyes lidded in dare and a silent warning. Though he is not saying against it, It makes you chuckle out a laugh, can't help but grind yourself on him a little while so. You stiffle a moan.
"He was not so bad looking you know." You are testing him and he knows it but you still catch on the quiet clench of his teeth, a death grip slowly forming around one side of your hips.
"Don't." He warns you, one arm now completely skating around the front of your waist. It makes the both of you press together more and the clothing is thin enough for you to shiver when his hips press up just above your ass.
"Don't what?" You are very aware of your arms going around his neck and grip the back of his hair, tugging it once and letting your head fall on one of his shoulder. "You don't want me to talk to him? You don't want me to drink with him? You don't want me to touch him? Don't wha-," 
Luffy's fingers press hard on your clit and you cut yourself with a uncontainable moan. You are moving on him just the little to please yourself but it's so much better when his fingers are attacking your core, his other hand pushing your head back up and slamming your cheek on the wall. Your eyes closes shut in pain
You almost scream when he makes a grip in your hair and not caring for the sensitivity of your roots. 
All the concerns are flying out of your head when you feel his dick press against your ass. His own body is turned on at the moment, hardening a bit at every passing second. You groan as he cups yours clothed sex. 
His release of breaths are clearly heard loudly, hot air fanning on your neck. Your Pussy throbs, probably felt on his palm but you know he is not so oblivious to his growing desire.
"No." He gasped out with each grind of your ass against his own clothed dick. "I don't want him talking to you, drink with you or touching you" He grits out, swallowing a harsh grunt. 
You are looking at him through some of your hair sticking to your face, the room suddenly getting hotter and the clothes covering your skin thicker. Heat rises on your neck from inside, running widely in your veins and battling with fear and excitement. This is messed up, you think but you want to encourage him more, get him running to his limit point.
He tugs your hair sharply then needed, a toss of your head only to rip the fabric of your clothing. Cheap material but You gasp, giving him a glare and ready to argue but not capable of talking when two of his fingers ease inside your folds.
This time, you really moan loudly near by his ear, squirming yourself on him more deeply. It only makes you moan more while feeling him force himself into you. You are not ready for it, not much stretchable right now but apparently he doesn't seem to care. 
"You can talk to him while I fuck you though." He says, not hesitating or appearing distracted as he continues to curl his fingers to skim it around the inside of your walls. 
"You would like that wouldn't you?" His voice doesn't help your issue anymore whilst you are still crying around him, rubbing your bare thighs together. 
He only punishes you with a merciless pinch on your flesh. 
"Yea, I would." You grunt out. You flash him a lazy grin as best as you can try to. The strength in your muscles are wavering with his each touch. 
"Always so desperate." He lets out, pressing your chest flat against the cold wall. You quietly whimper at the temperature meeting your flush skin. 
His palm squeezes your breasts tightly. As if the pressure of the wall wasn't enough, your chest starts to ache but the heat in your pussy continuing to grow.
You are left moaning with everything he says. The burning coil in your Stomach flaming at his talk, disrespect to the least, he has your consent, from long ago and still. His jealous rage makes you so much desperate for him inside you know and fuck you senseless. You probably should satisfy what he wants to hear though.
But it's impossible to voice anything with his body and hands touching you everywhere so sexually that it makes your head foggy and mind dizzy with lust. While his right hand strikes furiously on your nipples, his free arm hurriedly unbuttons the button and unzipping his pants. He is not even done sliding the waist band from around his hips before he is thrusting inside you deep down from behind. 
You scream at the unexpected pressure, groaning and struggling against him. His name jerks out of your mouth, trying to snap at him but a moan betrays your intentions each time you are forced to clench around him. 
Whimpering, you are letting out random babbles when he starts to enlarge his cock inside you. Damn his ability. Out of nowhere, Luffy's cock is so thick you are drooling from the edge of your lips. You want to let go and escape from his torture but can't help but clench tightly, trapping him there. 
He groans, finally letting out something with a deep cry following Right after. He pulls himself out, going in right after you loudly breath out a relieved sound. 
His ragged breath is taking over your ear, the only thing you can focus on besides the pleasure in you. He hits your centre again, forcing himself deeper than you can allow.
"Luffy! Please-," his fingers stop you by going around and rubbing your sensitive clit. You whine. "S-stop, slow down please! Ah- too big." You try to reason, resulting in the sounds trapped inside your mouth flowing out loudly. It fills the room around, bouncing off the walls and echoing back. 
"You are gonna take it. all of it."he demands, lazily licking up a tongue on your neck, his teeth drags down your flesh later in a painful act. You are already week, knees shaking and only holding on because of the arm around you whom's hand is also playing with your clit.
"Oh you are so wet." He whimpers with a moan, clutching his eyelids shut. The pads of his fingers are now running on your chest, between the valley of your breasts and kneading with them, toying with your hardened buds.
It hurts. It hurts. You are generally not able to take so much of him on you, not this deep and this harsh. As much as it's making you feel so good than ever, you really don't wanna wake up sore tomorrow. 
"Hey, y/n?" He swiftly whispers, slowing down his pace. Yours brows drawn law with confusion and a little frustration at his expression change but you hum with a groan. He flips you around during the break he grants, your muscles shivering against the wall. His hands grip your hips, running his palm up and down repeatingly. You are so sensitive it leaves your head to fall forward on his shoulder.
"I don't want someone else touching you." He mutters, dropping his head between your neck and your shoulder. His breaths almost over volume his words as they vibrate through your skin.
You try your best to understand him and get through your foggy head but from the few words you catch on, he doesn't seem to be as angry. In fact, his skin is much hotter as it presses by your throat. You are almost sure it's the heat from his anger but take a another route once you take a look at his red ears. He is blushing, you think and finally, his cock pressed just on your clit forms a quiet moan from you. He is Still hard, throbbing so noticeably between your legs. 
"You know, I kind of like it when you are jealous." You confess. Speaking slowly to catch your breath while doing so. His breath hitches. 
You are not ready for the grin that takes over his mouth but feeling it stretch just above your skin, goosebumps Arises along your forearm. 
"The dress looked nice on you too."
You scoff, peering a flick of gaze at the floor to look at the ripped fabric. "Why would you rip-," his mouth engulfs yours in a wet kiss, messily moving in sync to plunge in a tongue. 
You gasp between his lips, his arms going around your back and pulling your Bare chest flush on his shirt. He is moaning with each taste of you he finds after a long exploring the same mouth, doing it breathlessly long. 
Your arms come around his neck while his hands go lower on your ass, forcing you closer. You make a pleased noise. 
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Zoro:
After chugging down the last of the sake in his bottle, he snatched you off, throwing you over his shoulder and making his way inside a room, placing you in front of the bed. 
Your form stumbled, slipping from the floor and landing a little too harshly right on the bed. You flinched under his gaze as it roamed around every inch of you, drinking in your half bare thighs due to the short dress and halfly covered breasts. 
You could barely focus, sometimes seeing two zoro in front of you as a hallucination. You blinked repeatedly, the act helping to get rid of the headache and the affect of the alcohol.
"What the hell are you doing?" He spoke up, hovering over you with his arms crossed and one knee pressed between your thighs. 
Your muscle stiffens, flinching back but keeping Strain to meet his gaze. 
"I was talking." You simply reply, from what you can remember, your mouth was open, blabbering about something like always. Not new but what's he so mad about then? 
"Its not something bad." You add, narrowing your eyes and leaning your face closer to meet him head on. If he could act like this, then so can you.
"That's not all you were doing." He grits out, arms tightening and your attention diverts to the visible buldge forming on his biceps with thick veins. A lump stucks in front of your throat. You try to swallow.
"Oh yea, then please enlighten me with what else I was doing?" You are half serious and half mocking him but the aura around him reddens, annoyance flicking In the features of his face. 
Amusement gathers in you, confidence and boldness clashing with the nervous moral part of your head. He leaned his form closer, both your faces a breath apart.
"You asked him if he could fuck you." He deadpans.  
Your entire world freezes, eyes twitching wide and fingers now shifting in a fist. The nervousness floods in more. Shit. Shit. Damn you and all the alcohol.
"Um...." your eyes don't meet his, not much excuse for such ask and unloyalty. This time, you are skidding away as he comes forward, supporting his hands just beside your chest. Unlike you, when he drinks, he has never been in more control of himself.
Did he...at least say yes?..." a dry chuckle follows afterwards, trying to lighten up his anger and the atmosphere. You wanna slap yourself when it doesn't help and only makes his grit his teeth, one hand skating down to get hold of your thigh, gripping the flesh. 
"Good for him, he didn't." He says while keeping his palm bussy with your Leg. It slides dangerously up and down over your naked skin there, warm enough to make you shiver. 
"Unfortunately for you." His voice drops low. "A punishment is waiting."
You gulp, having a feeling to where this was going to end. "I was drunk okay, how-," he cocks his head, looking at you weirdly. 
"That's a bad girl." The hand on your thighs move right between your leg, cupping the insides. Your breath stirs away with your words, leaving the tip empty. Your head hits the bed softly, chest rising up and down in an uneven rythem. You bite your lip. 
"I can make it up to you." You offer, looking at the ceiling instead. Zoro's eyes narrow towards you but he is smirking, peering at you. 
When you hear nothing with/against it, you continue, only way you can find to get away from this situation with the both of you pleased. 
"I’ll be Good girl for the night and you can use me as you want." You are breathless when you finish, stopping the urge to clutch your heart. You do though spread your arms wide and parting your thighs as far to hot in your offer and basically Make it impossible for him to deny. 
You know you succeed when he crawls between them and his face right over your face, head tilted the slightest. 
"You'll be Good?"
Your fingers tangle up in his hair, bringing him down and he don't oppose when you hum in a agreement and seal the deal with a Kiss. The mark on his eyes is visibly dark enough to see along with the color of his hair. 
He pulls back, sitting back on his heels. "Take off your clothes." He rasps, breathing heavily. He doesn't have to tell you twice before you obey and gather the fabric from your thighs and bring it all over your head, body bare to him and the chill air. 
Zoro's already hard when you lay again and invite him with a large spread of your Bare thighs, his whole body free to do whatever he wants. The way he is gazing at you, you can't help but whimper for him to spread warmth in you. 
His entire palm grips one of your knee, keeping them on place so he can lower his head, his hot breath on you enough to make you squirm. You are whispering his name at the slowness in his movements, wanting to skip over his torture. He lets out a breathless chuckle, ignoring how light headed he is already feeling and the jumps of his cock.
He is only staring at first, admiring your already wet core, none of you morally stable he guessed and it made him so much desprate to lick up once over your clit. You suck a tremble gasp, your legs jolting under his hold. It makes him take a look at you, fingers pleading for a grip on the sheets that's a trouble to get.
you hear him groan from his place below you, his face between your thighs as you already start to grind down on his tongue. Heat courses in your stomach, tightening the knot inside you. 
Your thighs clench around him, needs them to press together but his fingers flex into the flesh of your hips every time your thighs tighten around his head. 
You groan again, head pressing deeper against the sheets as you hear him mumble something under his breath before he places himself back inside you, the low tone of his voice vibrating straight to your clit as your hips twitch from the sudden jolt of pleasure, your fingers tightening in the bed sheets as your hole clenches around his tongue. You cry out his name.
“Oh please- faster! Faster!" you shakily moan. 
He is pulling away momentarily to slide his fingers between your folds before stretching you out slowly and wider than you can probably take. It's making your hips jerk upwards with each felt touch inside your walls and the drag of his fingerspads that you grip them there.
He only pauses for a few seconds before lifting your legs up far towards your chest. Your chest struggles but he doesn't seem to care that it's harder to breath around the already heavy air.
Before any warning or whatsoever, his thumb flicks up a fierce Strike across your clit and it's not gently in anyway, making it actually hurt on your puffy folds. He groans with you, keeping your legs and hips in check just in case they are not in your control anymore. 
You are just trying to feel more of him but he rewards you with nothing than a brush. Though of course, why would he when he can easily slide in a forced finger. Your legs shake against your will, mouth can't help but be parted because both your lips are trembling.
"So full-," you groan. "F-feels good. Good. Ah- oh my-," 
He adds in a another fingers, swiping his thumb along your slick juice and messing you everywhere. You are left with a almost heart ache at the limitation of your breaths when he works up your clit. His thumb spreads the lips apart, a another orgasm pulling out of you. All your energy drains, not sure what to do or hold onto.
When you peer up at him through your fucked out bless, his eyes are right over yours, your hips instead meeting his own clothed hips and you are whimpering at the loss of contact before rubbing your wet pussy on the front of his pants. It doesn't even help a little, only making you more frustrated and sexually annoyed but the feeling is not for long when he bites down on your cheek, getting your full attention.
"Do you still want him to fuck you?" You are throbbing at the low grumble  muttered just above your lips, eyes barely open but enough to know he is looking directly to you with heavy intensity. You are very aware of the now tight grip formed on your hips just in case you are wrong.
"No! No! Only you-," you are gasping, more breaths than words coming out and Washing over. Your tongue skates a swipe on your dried lips.
He gives you a bite on the side of your throat. 
His tongue licks. "Good. Good girl." 
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