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["Can't blame a man for having a natural reaction to his gorgeous girlfriend," Harry continues, still not looking up. "Especially when she's being a little tease."]

The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts warm shadows across the hotel suite bedroom. Outside, the faint sounds of the city create a gentle backdrop to their quiet evening. Harry and Y/N are nestled in the plush king-sized bed, the white duvet tangled around their legs. Harry is sprawled across Y/N, his long limbs completely enveloping her smaller frame, his head resting on her chest as her fingers lazily trace patterns through his curls.

Harry's breathing is deep and content, his considerable weight pressing her into the mattress in that comfortable way she's grown to love. One of his legs is thrown over both of hers, effectively pinning her beneath him, while his arm is wrapped possessively around her waist. It's their favorite way to cuddle–him using her as his personal body pillow.

A mischievous thought suddenly crosses Y/N's mind. Her lips quirk into a subtle smirk as she decides to have a bit of fun with him.

"Harry?" she asks softly, her voice deliberately neutral.

"Mmm?" he hums against her collarbone, not bothering to open his eyes, clearly half-dozing in his comfortable position.

"Can you get off of me?" Y/N says, working hard to keep any hint of laughter out of her voice.

The effect is instantaneous. Harry's head flies up so quickly he nearly gives himself whiplash. His green eyes are comically wide with shock, eyebrows shooting toward his hairline as he stares at her with such profound offense it's as if she's just suggested they burn his entire designer wardrobe.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" he asks, his voice pitched higher than normal, absolute betrayal written across his handsome features.

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, maintaining her straight face. "I asked if you could get off me."

Harry's mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. Without another word, he dramatically peels himself away from her body, each movement exaggerated for maximum effect. He rolls to his side of the bed with such theatrical flair that any stage director would be impressed.

He doesn't stop there. Harry continues his wounded retreat, scooting until he reaches the very edge of the mattress, as far from her as physically possible without falling off. He turns his back to her with an exaggerated huff, curling into himself like a kicked puppy, his shoulders hunched defensively.

The sight of Harry Styles, global superstar, heartthrob to millions, pouting like a petulant child because his girlfriend asked him to move is too much for Y/N. The laughter she's been suppressing erupts from her in uncontrollable waves, her entire body shaking with it.

"Oh my god," she gasps between fits of giggles, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "You should see your face! I was just joking!"

Harry doesn't move, his back still firmly turned to her, though she can see the slight tension in his shoulders that tells her he's listening.

"Baby," Y/N coos, still giggling as she scoots across the bed toward him. "Come back. I didn't mean it."

Harry remains motionless, his silence only making her laugh harder.

"Harry Edward Styles," she says, reaching out to run her fingers down his bare back. "Are you really going to sulk because I played one tiny joke on you?"

He glances over his shoulder, his green eyes narrowed, but she can see the twitch at the corner of his mouth that he's trying to suppress.

"You wounded me," he declares dramatically, turning back away from her. "My girlfriend, the love of my life, the woman I worship daily, just rejected my cuddles. I may never recover."

Y/N bursts into fresh laughter, wrapping her arms around him from behind and pressing kisses to his shoulder blades.

"I'm sorry," she says, not sounding sorry at all. "Please forgive me. I love your cuddles. I love being crushed by your lanky body. I miss you terribly all the way over here."

Harry makes a show of considering her words, his body still rigid in her embrace. "I don't know if I can trust you anymore. This is a serious betrayal, Y/N."

She slides her hand around to his chest, feeling his heart beat strong beneath her palm. "What can I do to make it up to you?" she whispers near his ear.

Finally, Harry rolls over to face her, his façade cracking as a reluctant smile tugs at his lips. "You're evil, you know that? Absolutely fucking evil."

Y/N grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You should have seen how fast your head popped up. Like a meerkat spotting a predator."

Harry narrows his eyes playfully before suddenly pouncing and caging her beneath him again. "You think you're so funny, don't you?" he growls, though his eyes dance with amusement.

"I'm hilarious," she confirms, beaming up at him. "And you're so easy to mess with."

Harry shakes his head, his curls falling into his eyes. "You're lucky I love you, because that was some cruel and unusual punishment."

Y/N reaches up to brush his hair back, her expression softening. "I love you too. Even when you're using me as a mattress."

"Especially then," Harry corrects, lowering himself to reclaim his position sprawled across her body, his weight settling comfortably on top of her once more. "And just for that little stunt, I'm not moving for the rest of the night. You're trapped now, love."

Y/N wraps her arms around him, perfectly content with her punishment. "Promise?"

Harry presses a kiss to her collarbone, his lips curving into a smile against her skin. "Cross my heart."

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Harry remains sprawled across Y/N, his weight pleasantly pinning her to the mattress. The room is quiet except for their breathing and the distant sounds of the city below. After several minutes of comfortable silence, Y/N becomes distinctly aware of a growing hardness pressing against her thigh where Harry's hips are settled against her.

She smirks to herself, running her fingers lightly up and down his spine before breaking the silence.

"I thought you said you won't move," Y/N says with playful accusation in her voice. "What's this that I feel poking my thigh, huh?"

Harry doesn't lift his head from her chest, but she can feel his lips curve into a smug smile against her skin.

"That's not me moving, love," he drawls, his voice a low rumble against her collarbone. "That's just my body showing its appreciation for the canvas it's lying on."

He shifts his hips ever so slightly, deliberately pressing his growing erection more firmly against her thigh.

"Can't blame a man for having a natural reaction to his gorgeous girlfriend," Harry continues, still not looking up. "Especially when she's being a little tease."

Finally, he props himself up on his forearms, hovering above her with that signature cocky grin spreading across his face. His green eyes have darkened slightly, pupils dilating as he gazes down at her.

"Besides," he adds, voice dropping to that gravelly timbre that never fails to send shivers down her spine, "I said I wouldn't move. I never said parts of me wouldn't...rise to the occasion."

Y/N rolls her eyes at his terrible pun, but can't suppress her laugh. "That was awful, even for you."

Harry's grin turns positively wicked as he dips his head closer to hers. "Want to know what's not awful? The things I'm thinking about doing to you right now."

His hand slides under the oversized t-shirt she's wearing, one of his, naturally, and his warm palm glides up her bare thigh.

"Still want me to get off you?" he teases, his lips hovering just above hers. "Or would you prefer I get you off instead?"

Y/N's breath hitches as his fingers trace maddening patterns along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where she's beginning to want him most.

"I'm waiting for an answer, baby," Harry murmurs, his curls falling forward to frame his face as he watches her with hungry eyes. "Should I stop moving altogether? Including this?"

His hand stills on her thigh, his thumb resting mere centimeters from the edge of her underwear. The smirk on his face makes it clear he knows exactly what he's doing.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, recognizing his game. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"And yet you suffer me so beautifully," he counters, leaning down to place a feather-light kiss on the corner of her mouth. "So what'll it be? Am I getting off or getting you off?"

He rolls his hips again for emphasis, the hard length of him pressing insistently against her thigh through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Y/N reaches up, threading her fingers through his curls and tugging just hard enough to make his eyes darken further.

"I think you know exactly what I want," she whispers, pulling him down until their lips are just barely touching.

"Say it," Harry demands softly, his breath warm against her mouth. "I want to hear you say it after that little stunt you pulled."

Y/N wraps her legs around his waist, effectively trapping him against her and aligning his hardness exactly where she wants it.

"Don't you dare get off me," she says, her voice both challenge and invitation. "Not until you've made me come at least twice."

Harry's answering grin is positively sinful as he closes the minuscule gap between their lips.

"Now that," he growls against her mouth, "is an order I'm happy to follow."

Harry's lips move hungrily against Y/N's, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth before delving inside. His hand continues its teasing journey up her thigh, fingers dancing along sensitive skin. Y/N smiles against his eager kiss, pulling back just enough to look into his darkened green eyes.

"Do you ever say no?" she asks with a knowing smirk, her voice laced with amusement.

Harry pauses, his curls falling forward as he cocks his head slightly, considering her question with mock seriousness. His thumb traces lazy circles against her inner thigh.

"To you? To this?" he responds, rolling his hips deliberately against her core for emphasis. "Not a fucking chance."

Y/N laughs softly, her hands sliding up his bare chest. "Even when you were dying of the flu last month? You could barely stand, but you still managed to—"

"Best medicine I've ever had," Harry interrupts with a wolfish grin, not a hint of shame in his expression. "Doctor Styles recommends regular doses of his girlfriend's perfect pussy for all conditions. Worked better than any of those pills the actual doctor prescribed."

He dips his head to nip playfully at her neck, his voice dropping to that gravelly rumble that vibrates against her skin.

"Besides, if I remember correctly, you weren't exactly pushing me away when I had my face between your thighs that night."

He pulls back just enough to gauge her reaction, his dimple appearing as his smile turns smug.

"I was delirious with fever, and you still came twice," he reminds her, clearly proud of himself. "Thought I was going to pass out afterward, but bloody hell, it was worth it."

Y/N rolls her eyes, though her cheeks flush at the memory. "You're insatiable."

"Only for you," Harry counters, his expression shifting slightly, a rare glimpse of vulnerability beneath the bravado. "Two years and I still can't get enough. Probably never will."

His hand slides higher, fingers finally brushing against the damp fabric of her underwear. His smile turns victorious when she gasps softly at the contact.

"The day I say no to you," Harry murmurs, pressing his forehead against hers, "is the day you should check my fucking pulse, because I've clearly been replaced by an imposter."

He pushes her underwear aside, running a finger through her slick folds, his breath catching slightly at how wet she already is.

"Now, are we going to keep talking about this," he asks, circling her clit with deliberate precision that makes her hips buck upward, "or are you going to let me give you what we both know you want?"

Y/N threads her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly as she pulls him back down toward her lips.

"Less talking," she whispers against his mouth, "more doing."

Harry's answering chuckle is dark and full of promise as he presses two fingers inside her, swallowing her moan with a deep kiss.

"Yes, ma'am," he growls against her lips. "Whatever you want, you know I can't say no."

His fingers work skillfully inside Y/N, curling to hit that spot that makes her back arch off the bed. His mouth trails heated kisses down her neck, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Her breathy moans fill the dimly lit room, a symphony that drives him wild with need.

Between gasps of pleasure, Y/N manages to find her voice.

"Harry," she moans, her words punctuated by his insistent kisses. "I want to be on top today. Please."

Harry pauses, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His green eyes are nearly black with desire, his curls disheveled where she's been gripping them. A slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face.

"Fuck," he breathes, voice rough with want. "Yes."

In one fluid movement that speaks to his strength, Harry rolls onto his back, taking Y/N with him. His hands grip her hips as he positions her to straddle him, her thighs now bracketing his narrow waist. He looks up at her with unabashed hunger, taking in the sight of her hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his large hands sliding reverently up her sides, pushing his t-shirt that she's wearing higher up her body. "Fucking gorgeous."

Y/N reaches down and pulls the shirt over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Harry's breath audibly catches as she sits above him, naked except for her underwear. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathes her skin in warm light, highlighting every curve of her figure.

"Much better," she says with a teasing smile, grinding her hips down against his prominent erection, still confined in his boxers.

Harry hisses at the contact, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "You're trying to fucking kill me, aren't you?" he groans, his accent thickening with arousal.

Y/N's smile turns wicked as she reaches between them, slipping her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers to wrap her fingers around his length. Harry's eyes flutter closed briefly, a low curse escaping his lips.

"Not kill," she corrects, stroking him slowly. "Just torture a little."

Harry's eyes snap open, dark and challenging. "Two can play at that game, love."

His hand moves between her thighs, pushing her underwear aside once more. His thumb finds her clit with practiced ease, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves until Y/N's movements falter and a broken moan escapes her lips.

"Take these off," he commands, tugging at her underwear with his free hand. "Want to see all of you."

Y/N rises slightly on her knees, allowing Harry to slide the damp fabric down her thighs. She has to shift to get them fully off, and Harry takes advantage of the moment to rid himself of his boxers as well. When she settles back over him, they both groan at the sensation of skin against skin, his hard length pressed against her wet heat.

"Now who's torturing who?" Y/N breathes, rocking her hips to slide along his length without taking him inside.

Harry's jaw clenches, the muscles in his neck standing out as he exercises restraint. "Y/N," he warns, his voice a gravelly rumble. "Don't make me flip you back over."

She laughs softly, enjoying the rare moment of having the upper hand with him. Slowly, deliberately, she reaches between them to position him at her entrance.

"You wouldn't dare," she challenges, sinking down just enough to take the tip of him inside her.

Harry's entire body tenses beneath her, his green eyes locked on hers with an intensity that makes her breath catch. "Try me," he growls, though his hands remain firmly on her hips, guiding her movements rather than taking control.

Y/N places her palms on his chest for leverage, feeling his heart hammering beneath her touch. With agonizing slowness, she lowers herself onto him, taking him inch by inch until he's fully seated inside her. They both moan at the sensation of him filling her completely.

"Fuck," Harry breathes, his head falling back against the pillows. "That's it, baby. Take what you want."

Y/N begins to move, setting a rhythm that has Harry's fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks that she secretly loves finding the next day. She rolls her body in a way that brings him deeper with each movement, her hands braced on his firm chest.

"God, look at you," Harry groans, his eyes drinking in the sight of her above him. "Riding my cock like you were made for it. So fucking beautiful."

His vulgar praise sends a thrill through her as she increases her pace, chasing the building pleasure. One of Harry's hands slides from her hip to where they're joined, his thumb finding her clit once more.

"That's it," he encourages, feeling her inner walls beginning to flutter around him. "Take your pleasure, love. Want to feel you come on my cock."

His crude words combined with the dual stimulation quickly push Y/N toward the edge. Her movements become less coordinated as the tension builds low in her belly.

"Harry," she gasps, her head falling back as the first waves of pleasure begin to crash through her. "I'm—"

"I know, baby," he growls, his hips thrusting up to meet her movements. "Let go for me. Wanna feel it."

Y/N shatters above him, her inner walls clenching around him as she cries out his name. Harry continues guiding her hips through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure as she trembles above him.

Before she's fully recovered, Harry's patience snaps. With a swift movement that showcases his strength, he sits up, wrapping one arm around her waist to keep them connected while his other hand tangles in her hair.

"My turn," he growls against her lips before capturing them in a bruising kiss.

He begins thrusting up into her with renewed vigor, the angle hitting spots deep inside her that have Y/N gasping into his mouth. Her oversensitive body quickly builds toward a second peak as Harry sets a relentless pace.

"Gonna fill you up," Harry pants against her neck, his rhythm becoming erratic as he nears his own release. "Gonna come so deep inside you."

His crude promises push Y/N toward the edge once more, her nails digging into his shoulders as she holds on for dear life.

"Yes," she moans, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. "Please, Harry. Come inside me."

Her words are his undoing. With a deep groan, Harry buries his face in her neck as his hips stutter and he pulses inside her. The feeling of his release triggers Y/N's second orgasm, her body clenching around him as they fall apart in each other's arms.

For several long moments, they remain entwined, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. Harry peppers soft kisses along her shoulder and neck, his hands now gentle as they stroke her back.

"Fuck," he finally murmurs against her skin, a hint of laughter in his voice. "Maybe you should tell me to get off you more often if this is the result."

Y/N smiles, resting her forehead against his as they both catch their breath. "Noted for future reference."

Harry gently brushes her tangled hair away from her face, his touch surprisingly tender after such intensity. "I meant what I said earlier, you know," he says quietly, a rare moment of post-coital vulnerability. "Two years and I still can't get enough of you. Don't think I ever will."

Y/N's heart swells at the sincerity in his eyes, so different from his usual cocky demeanor. "Good thing I'm not going anywhere then," she replies softly.

Harry's answering smile is genuine and warm as he carefully lays back, bringing her with him to rest on his chest.

"Good thing indeed," he murmurs into her hair, his arms tightening protectively around her. "Because I'd follow you to the ends of the earth, love. Fame and fortune be damned."

The soft afterglow envelops them as they lie tangled together, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Harry's fingers trace lazy patterns along Y/N's spine as she rests against his chest, their bodies still connected in the most intimate way. After several minutes of contented silence, Y/N begins to stir, pressing gentle kisses up the planes of his chest.

She sits up slowly, their bodies separating with a shared shiver of sensitivity. Harry makes a small sound of protest at the loss of contact, immediately moving to follow her upward motion. His hands reach for her waist, clearly intending to pull her back into his embrace.

"Stay," Y/N commands softly, placing a firm hand on his chest to push him back down.

Harry's eyebrows raise slightly in surprise, but an intrigued smile plays at the corners of his mouth as he settles back against the pillows. His green eyes, still dark with lingering desire, track her movements with hungry attention.

"What are you up to, love?" he murmurs, his voice still rough from their previous activities.

Y/N doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she moves with deliberate purpose, shifting her position until she's straddling his chest, her knees on either side of his shoulders. Harry's eyes widen in understanding, his hands automatically coming up to grip her thighs.

"Fuck," he breathes, his gaze fixed on the glistening evidence of their shared pleasure between her legs. "You're not giving me a break, are you?"

Y/N smiles down at him, a mixture of innocence and wickedness that drives him wild. She reaches forward, tangling her fingers in his disheveled curls and gripping firmly enough to elicit a hiss of pleasure from him.

"You said you never say no," she reminds him, tugging gently on his hair. "I'm just testing that theory."

Harry's laugh is low and gravelly as his hands slide up her thighs to grip her hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh with possessive intent.

"By all means," he drawls, licking his lips in anticipation, "test away."

He helps guide her forward until she's hovering just above his mouth, her grip on his hair tightening as she positions herself exactly where she wants to be. Harry's eager breath ghosts over her sensitive flesh, making her shiver in anticipation.

"Greedy girl," he murmurs appreciatively, his eyes locked with hers from between her thighs. "Still want more after two orgasms? What am I going to do with you?"

Before she can respond, Harry grips her hips firmly and pulls her down to his waiting mouth. The first broad stroke of his tongue has Y/N gasping, her head falling back as pleasure shoots through her still-sensitive body.

"Oh god," she moans, her fingers reflexively tightening in his hair.

Harry groans against her in response, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His tongue works with practiced skill, alternating between broad strokes and precise flicks against her clit. His grip on her hips is firm but not restrictive, allowing her to rock against his mouth at her own pace.

"That's it," he encourages briefly, barely pulling away before diving back in. "Use my mouth, baby. Take what you need."

Y/N begins to move more deliberately, rolling her hips against his talented tongue. The visual of Harry Styles, global superstar, heartthrob to millions, eagerly pleasuring her with his mouth while she essentially rides his face is almost as arousing as the physical sensation itself.

Harry's enthusiasm is palpable, his groans of pleasure vibrating against her most sensitive parts. His hands slide around to grip her ass, encouraging her movements as he devours her with single-minded focus. The combination of his skilled tongue, the slight scratch of stubble against her inner thighs, and the way he's looking up at her with pure hunger in his eyes quickly pushes Y/N toward another peak.

"Harry," she gasps, her thighs beginning to tremble around his head. "I'm close already."

He responds by doubling his efforts, his tongue circling her clit with precise pressure before sucking gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sudden increase in intensity has Y/N crying out, her grip on his curls bordering on painful as her orgasm builds rapidly.

"Don't stop," she pleads, her voice breaking as she feels herself teetering on the edge. "Please don't stop."

Harry has no intention of stopping. His hands tighten on her ass, holding her firmly against his mouth as he works her toward her peak. When he feels her begin to tremble in earnest, he slides two fingers inside her, curling them forward to hit exactly the right spot as his tongue continues its relentless attention to her clit.

The dual stimulation is too much. Y/N comes with a broken cry of his name, her body shuddering violently as pleasure crashes through her in waves. Harry groans against her, the vibration prolonging her orgasm as he continues to work her through it, easing up only when her oversensitized body begins to pull away.

As the intense pleasure subsides, Y/N's grip on his hair loosens. Her body feels boneless, utterly spent as she shakily lifts herself from his face. Harry looks up at her with undisguised satisfaction, his lips and chin glistening with evidence of both her pleasure and their earlier activities. The sight should be obscene, but on him, it's nothing short of glorious.

"Still think I might say no?" he asks with a cocky smirk, swiping his thumb across his lower lip before sucking it clean with deliberate showmanship.

Y/N laughs breathlessly, collapsing beside him on the bed. "I think you've made your point."

Harry rolls to his side, propping himself on one elbow to look down at her with affectionate amusement.

"Three times," he says proudly, counting off on his fingers. "That's one more than you demanded earlier. Always exceeding expectations, me."

Y/N rolls her eyes at his self-satisfaction, though she can't suppress her smile. "You're insufferable."

"Ah, but you suffer me so well," he counters, echoing his earlier words as he leans down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "And I'd say you just reaped the benefits of my particular brand of suffering."

She smacks his chest lightly, though there's no real force behind it. "Your ego is almost as big as your—"

"Heart?" Harry suggests with a waggle of his eyebrows, cutting her off. "Talent? Collection of Gucci boots?"

Y/N laughs, the sound full of genuine joy and affection. "All of the above."

Harry's expression softens as he gazes down at her, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from her face with surprising tenderness.

"Only for you, love," he murmurs, his voice losing its teasing edge. "Only ever for you."

He pulls her into his arms, arranging them so she's tucked against his chest, her back to his front in their favorite sleeping position. His lips press a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck as his arm wraps possessively around her waist.

"Now get some sleep," he whispers against her skin. "Because I fully intend to wake you up in a few hours for round two."

Y/N smiles sleepily, already feeling herself drifting off in the safety of his embrace. "I thought this was already round two?"

Harry's soft chuckle vibrates against her back. "Baby, we're just getting started."

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ta-ns · 6 months ago

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Arguing with Jason Todd

Synopsis: fem reader and Jason getting into an argument no angst just fluff ~ enjoy (approximately 1,170 word count)

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You don’t remember how it started at this point, what you had even argued about before it spiraled out of control because yes Jason is stubborn but so are you. Words were said and eventually you tried to leave, packing things up in a backpack and heading to the bathroom to grab your personal hygiene items which led to an even more upset Jason who was currently blocking the doorway of the bathroom like a damn troll to the secret passageway that demands a price.

His broad shoulders covering the doorway easily, the low moonlight outside casting a glow against his back that honestly makes him that much more horrifying. How criminals and crooked people even try to run from him escapes you because the man looks scary when he’s mad. Those beautiful jade green eyes narrowed into slits, locking onto your own unyielding gaze.

“Move Jason.” The words leave your lips like daggers, daggers dipped in poison with a viscosity rivaling the thickest sludge known to human kind. Jason for his part is unperturbed. “Watch it princess, don’t get smart with me.” His words are the opposite of yours dripping in venom, no his are cold and as sturdy as the Himalayas themselves.

As immovable as Mount Everest. “Fine. Watch this jackass.” And with that as quickly as you can manage you’re ripping open the window of the bathroom and yanking away the screen cover and grabbing the window sill with greedy fingers.

You’re quick but Jason Todd is a hell of a lot quicker, warm and large hands wrapping around your waist and pulling. But that stubbornness running in your veins is not to be taken lightly, no not when you’re like a cat with the curtains caught between your claws. Jason is firm in his pulling but you can tell he’s using hardly any strength out of fear of hurting you.

“Let go Y/N, this isn’t a fight you’re winning.” His voice rumbles through your chest and usually this would be nice but today the anger in you is about as vast as the Pacific Ocean is large. “I’m ganna scream.” You threaten and Jason scoffs at that not believing you in the slightest.

And that is probably what sent you over the edge and so you scream. Screaming bloody murder at the top of your lungs, the sound shrill, high, and bouncing off the bathroom walls and into the quiet of the night. You can’t see but Jason’s eyes widen impossibly and quickly he clamps a thick hand over your lips. “Are you crazy?!”

He bites out as he exerts a bit more strength and shifts positions, pulling himself between you and the window sill and now you’re fighting against his weight which is like fighting a wall but that doesn’t deter you even as your grip wanes and you’re pulled from the window, no you start thrashing and wiggling and flipping and pushing like a fish out of water.

Doing anything and everything to get his grip to loosen, curses and profanities that would make a sailor look like a saint, the murmured words unintelligible against Jason’s hands but the intent and meaning not disturbed.

Jason’s own anger is swirling like a c5 tornado as he expertly manipulates your body gently but firmly to press you against the wall and keeping you from moving with his weight. Pressing against you till all the fights drained from your body. Your chest heaving as you glare at him over his hand over your mouth.

He can feel the way your body goes limp and lax and glares down at you. “If I move my hand and you start screaming and cursing I’m going to gag you babe. Understand?” Of course you nod cause there’s really not much other choices and when his hand is removed the profanities and illicit words are spilling from your beautiful lips but this time in a whole other language and Jason’s hand is right back around your mouth waiting till you settle down again.

His determination is unwavering, a part of him is honestly in admiration over how stubborn you can be sometimes. Your sass like no other sometimes. “Still being a smartass?” He voice is like whiskey as it rumbles through you and he removes his hand, his gaze pointed at you. “Still being a dick?”

You bite back and at this point all Jason can do is gaze at you in almost awe, who knows how much time has passed since you two started almost wrestling and here you are physically exhausted but that fire or rather inferno in your eyes is still roaring. The corners of his lips curl up slightly in amusement.

He can’t help it as he starts softly scoffing. A scoff that turns into a chuckle that somehow makes you start giggling. Both of you egging eachother on till you’re both laughing out loud, laughter bouncing off the walls of the enclosed bathroom, laughing till you can’t even try feeling angry, laughing till there are tears in your eyes and your stomach feels like it just developed abs and he’s leaning into you against the wall not because he’s trying to pin you but simply because he’s laughing so hard.

And so the argument passes away, the embers dying in the breeze of laughter because neither of you remember how it started anyways. You’ll probably argue again in the future because unfortunately you’re both still imperfect people but just like this one it’ll be snuffed out, that’s what love does.

Love bears all things and by golly Jason would rather dive into the depths of that wretched Lazarus pit than let an argument become an impediment in your relationship. And you love him more than enough to swim into the depths of that pit just to pull him out. And that will prove true time and time again.

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monster-disaster · 8 months ago

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[wolf-shifter] Hiro

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wolf-shifter!Hiro x human!Reader Good to know: shower sex in the gym, rut

Summary: Hiro needs your help.

Hiro's phone chimes with a new notification in his pocket. He can feel the buzz of the device on his thigh through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. The sound is high-pitched and almost drowned out by the bustle of the gym. The metallic clatter and the music from the speakers mingle with the sounds of others. Quiet conversations and grunts reach his ears, but his attention is elsewhere. Each ragged breath he takes makes his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. He focuses on his grip, feeling the cool metal press into his palms, grounding him to the bench. He stares at the white ceiling above him. The bright lights irritate his eyes, though he is used to it by now. His muscles are taut and rigid as he holds his arms in mid-air. His fingers tighten further around the metal bar, causing the veins to bulge under his skin.

"Need help?" his friend asks above him, standing a few inches away to catch the barbell if needed. He reaches out slightly but does nothing more without Hiro's permission.

"I'm fine," Hiro replies with a deep breath. His chest expands, and he spreads his legs a little to brace himself more securely. Sweat glistens on his temple and his hair clings to his forehead in damp strands.

After three more lifts, he pushes the weights higher with a low grunt to put the weights back on the rack. His muscles strain with the effort. The tension in his arms eases, and he lets his palms fall back onto his chest with a relieved sigh.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Hiro hums, nodding and trying to catch his breath. "Thanks."

When the man leaves to do his own thing, Hiro remains lying on the bench for a few seconds, letting the burn of his muscles gradually subside before pulling himself into a sitting position. He grabs his towel from the ground in the process, dabbing it over his face and neck to wipe away the sweat while stretching his neck to relax the tension in his body.

His gaze sweeps the room, checking to see if anyone is waiting for his spot. The gym is in full swing around him. It's loud and busy. It's no surprise that Hiro prefers coming here early in the morning when it's quieter and less crowded. However, his approaching rut makes it increasingly difficult for him to leave his home, crawling at the back of his mind.

The LED lights cast a vibrant glow across the space, gleaming on the rows of equipment. The treadmills, all new and shiny, hum steadily, their rhythmic whirring blending seamlessly with the clanking of weights being lifted and dropped nearby. The tall walls are covered with mirrors, doubling the brightness and amplifying the sense of space. People gaze intently at their own reflections, focusing on their forms and movements.

Hiro glances at his own reflection, too. He sits on the bench, hunched and breathing heavily. His shirt clings to his body like a second skin. Sweat glistens on his forehead, his hair is damp.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Hiro unlocks the screen to find a new message notification from Charm. Charm is a dating app designed to help humans and monsters connect with each other. Right now, it is supposed to help the wolf-shifter find a partner for his upcoming rut. So far, he hasn't had much success with it, though.

Most of his matches are either too horny or overly fixated on the idea of having sex with a wolf-shifter for a whole week. Their fetishizing is weird and concerning. On the other end of the spectrum, some matches seem to be looking for something far more than he is willing to give; dates, flowers, and constant text messages. It isn't what he's looking for right now. He isn't in search of a girlfriend; he just wants someone who can be his partner for a week, helping and having fun without being too perverted or too serious about it.

He taps on the small icon to open the message with a bit of frustration swelling in his chest. A large part of him has already given up on finding someone online. He read through countless profiles and chatted with numerous matches, but none of them met his needs. It's not like he has high expectations. Don't be a pervert, and don't imagine a family and a happily ever after a few texts. Why is it so hard? It shouldn't be.

The gym's noise fades into the background as he focuses on the screen, but whatever hope he had a moment ago vanishes quickly. The woman on the other end of the chat ghosted him once, almost two weeks ago.

His thumb hovers above the keyboard, undecided if he should write back or leave it as it is. A 'Hi' can't hurt, but to be honest, he is not in the mood to get to know her better. Or at least enough to spend a week with her. And what if she stops responding again? Wasted time and energy. With his approaching rut, he can't afford any of it.

"Hiro?" A soft voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

"Hm?" he hums, needing a second to get back to reality. "Yes?"

"Are you okay?" you ask with a gentle smile, still watching him worriedly.

"Oh," he gasps, jumping up from the bench. The wolf-shifter isn't sure how long he sat there, but it seems like it was enough time to make you concerned. "I'm fine."

"I can bring you some water if you need it," you offer, still not believing him.

"You are sweet." You really are. "But I'm fine. Thank you."

Your gaze rakes over the tall wolf-shifter once again for an entirely different reason than making sure he doesn't need your help. Your eyes linger on the width of his shoulders and the hard cords of his muscles underneath the white t-shirt he wears. The thin fabric clings to his body with sweat.

Of course, the wandering of your eyes doesn't escape Hiro's attention. A smug smirk pulls on the corner of his lips, but he tries to suppress it when you look up at his face again.

"Fine, then," you tell him. "You know where to find me if you need me."

With his rut around the corner, Hiro finds it more and more difficult to leave his home. The only reason he is willing to go to the gym is because his small apartment in the middle of Meriad doesn't give him enough space to drain the energy that buzzes under his skin, deep within his tense muscles. He needs something to do so he doesn't go insane, especially since his every attempt to find someone on Charm hits walls and barriers. Every suitable match lives far away from the city, or can't take time off from work. The others... well, the others are still too serious or too bizarre for his taste.

So his frustration just grows and grows with each passing failed match and chat that leads nowhere.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with going through a rut or heat without a partner, but it definitely makes it easier. The wolf-shifter wishes for something more than the solitude of his apartment and the company of his hand.

When Hiro visits the gym again late at night, he is already sweaty. A part of him wants to turn around and leave the moment he steps through the entrance, but he knows if he doesn't tire himself out, he will pace up and down in his flat all night.

The wide glass door barely falls shut, and your voice immediately reaches his ears.

"Hiro," you smile at him. Your lips glint with light pink lipstick. "It's good to see you."

"I didn't think you would be here," the wolf-shifter says, approaching the reception. Your presence is a pleasant surprise.

You shrug. "They pay double for nightshifts."

His gaze swipes over the gym behind you with silvery, gleaming equipment. The music is quiet, and he can see the matching video clip on the screen hanging from the wall at the back. The place is almost empty, with a few orcs at the weights, doing their own thing without a word.

As if you read his thoughts, you shrug again with a smile when he looks at you. "It's still early for our nightly members."

And you are right. The gym soon fills with humans and monsters who prefer doing their workout at night for whatever reason. The place gets loud with the familiar clangs and thuds of the weights with the treadmills' monotonous whirring in the background. It's busier than he thought it would but still better than the afternoon he came here a week ago. The wolf-shifter has enough space to be alone with his own thoughts and breathe the cool air of the air conditioner instead of the others' scent and sweat. With his rut so close, his senses are even sharper than usual. Hero's jaw clenches every now and again when the reflection of the lights in the mirror gets too much for his sensitive eyes.

He works for long hours, shifting from equipment to equipment until his limbs shake and his muscles burn. Sweat glistens on his skin, and his clothes cling to his body stubbornly.

"Hiro?" Your voice breaks through his concentration.

"Hm?" he exhales, looking at you while still running on the treadmill. The machine is loud, and his steps are louder.

"We are... closing soon," you tell him with a bit of guilt in your voice. "If you want to take a shower, I can wait for a while longer."

His eyes swipe over the place, surprised by the fact that only you and him are left in the gym. "Oh."

"Yeah," you nod, following his gaze over the rows of empty equipment. "You were busy all night."

And yet, after all these workouts, he still feels frustration and energy surging through his muscles, buzzing beneath his skin. His bones are aching, too.

His rut is close. Too close.

"It's better if I go, then," he stops the machine underneath him, jumping onto the ground easily. "I'm sorry if I caused you trouble."

You grin, shaking your head. "No trouble at all."

His eyes linger on the curve of your lips for a second before forcing his attention away from your face. You have pretty eyes, too. And you are always so kind and polite to everyone.

"I will be quick," he nods to the men's changing room.

"Take your time."

Turning his head left and right, stretching his neck to relax his muscles, he removes his clothes before stepping under the shower. Truth be told, being alone in the showers is much better than when the place is full of loud and sweaty males. Maybe he should do this more often, especially when you take the night shift. You are always so happy and helpful. The image of you flashes across his eyelids when he tilts his head back, letting the water wash over his face, feeling it flow through his hair and trickle down his back. You always wear tight jeans and an even tighter T-shirt with the gym's logo on it. The water cascades down his body, and each droplet follows the hard lines of his rigid muscles. His bones ache and throb, urging him to get rid of this maddening tension in his body.

The change happens quickly and silently. His body starts to tingle, punching a relieved sigh out of his expanding chest as the pleasant feeling ripples through his skin in waves. His muscles and bones grow, redefining his body entirely. His limbs lengthen, and his fingers and toes stretch into sharp claws. Soon, light gray fur covers his new body, soaked by the water still falling from the showerhead above. The transformation is natural and feels much better than working hours upon hours in the gym, fighting his urges.

Finally, his face changes into a muzzle, his ears twitch at the top of his head. His eyes glow with something new and feral, and his long, thick canines glint under the LED lights.

Hiro stands tall and powerful under the shower, his fur damp and his posture hunched so he doesn't hit his head on the ceiling. He can feel himself relax finally, his muscles losing their tension. A sense of freedom surges through him, thrill coursing in his veins.

Well, one problem is out of the way, but he can't avoid the other one much longer.

"Hiro?" The soft tilt of your voice sends shivers down his spine as you search for him at the lockers.

"I'm here," he grunts, still leaning against the wall while the stream massages his wide shoulders.

"Oh," you reply. "Well, you left your phone on the treadmill, I put it next to your bag."

"No!" He snaps, then changes his mind immediately. "I mean, thanks."

A few seconds of silence follow his words before you speak. "Are you okay in there?"

It's the middle of the night. You should be at home by now, and you are still so kind and patient.

Always so helpful.

Hiro's cock jerks at the thought.

"Ugh," he clears his throat. It sounds like a growl. "Can you come here?"

"Are you sure?" you ask back, unsure.

"Yeah," he replies. "I really need your help."

"Oh, okay."

By the time you reach the entrance of the showers, Hiro pushes himself away from the wall to face you. He can clearly see the change in your expression as your eyes fall on him. He fills the narrow stall with a heaving chest and bulging muscles. Your eyes wander down his wolf form, lingering here and there and stopping between his thick thighs. His cock is long and heavy, bobbing up and down with every breath he takes as he silently watches you, waiting for your reaction.

Your throat is tight when you break the silence. "Why do you need me?" You ask, forcing yourself to look up at his face. You can see his nose moving as he scents the air. Underneath the warm steam of the shower, he can smell you. You are sweet and light with a hint of spice he never felt before. It makes his cock throb, and he finds pride in how you gasp at the obvious twitch of his length.

"Come closer," he hums between his sharp teeth. He has to force himself to soften his voice to not frighten you. "I won't hurt you," he adds. "I promise."

The lipstick still glistens on your lips as your mouth opens to say something.

"Help me, Y/N," he continues. "I need your help, sweet girl. It hurts so much."

A smug half-smirk pulls on the corner of his large mouth when you make a few tentative steps towards him. Every fiber in him demands to grab you and have his way with your warm, pliant body. He doesn't lose his mind entirely, though. He has to be careful with you.

"Good girl," he hums with satisfaction when you get close enough so he can wrap his large hand around your arm. His claw grazes over your soft skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

"Hiro," you breathe out his name, but you are not even sure what you want to tell him. He is so close and so big. He towers over you easily, and he smells like musk and wet fur.

This close to him, the cascading water reaches you, too, soaking your clothes within a few seconds.

"I should have told you to get rid of these," he says without any regret in his voice. He tugs on the hem of your shirt before moving his hand up your upper body. His thumb rubs over one of your nipples, teasing the small bud through your t-shirt and bra. The air catches in your throat at the light feeling.

"Y/N," Hiro says your name, making you look up at him. His large canines are barely a few inches away from your face. "Always so sweet and helpful, aren't you?"

You nod, a bit confused. Of course, you are, why wouldn't you? You love your job, and it pays the bills.

Hiro smirks at your obliviousness. "Sweet girl," he says, cupping your jaw. You feel so small and delicate between his fingers. "Do you want to be a doll and help me then? Help poor Hiro out?"

Looking at the tall, powerful wolf, you have a lot of things in mind about him, but poor is not one of them. You nod anyway, and he grins.

"Good girl," he hums with approval as he leans closer to press a searing kiss against your lips. It's strange at first but not less arousing. It's more teeth and tongue than anything.

"Fuck, doll," he growls. "You taste so good." Saliva drips down his black, thin lips as he speaks. "I'm curious if you taste this good elsewhere too."

You forget how to breathe as you stare at him with shock.

The male chuckles. "Don't look at me like that, Y/N, it just makes me want to eat you more."

"Please," your plea punches out of your chest with a ragged inhale.

Hiro grins, showing you his sharp teeth in the process. "Take off your clothes, sweet girl, let me see all of you."

You have some difficulty with your clothes, they cling to your body like a second skin, but Hero does nothing to help you. He finds amusement in your struggle, making you tremble with a bit of embarrassment under his heavy gaze.

Your wet clothes land heavily on the ground, leaving you naked and vulnerable in front of him. His eyes rake over your body with hunger in his eyes while licking his chops.

"Just as I thought," he breaks the silence. "You are sweet in every way possible."

You can't help but smile at his praise. "Oh."

"Hm?" he asks. "Do you like it, sweet girl? Me praising you?"

You nod. Yeah, they definitely feel good, making your thighs rub together to give yourself some friction. Your pussy throbs with arousal ever since you first saw his cock jutting out from his body.

"Be a good girl and use your words."

"Yes."

"Good," he smirks. "Let me get your reward for always being a doll for me."

Before you can say anything, he is on his knees in front of you. He manhandles you easily, grabbing your thighs and pushing you against the wall. A high squeal escapes your lips when he lifts you up and adjusts your legs over his shoulders. Your nails scratch over the white tiles, but you can't find anything to grab onto. The only things keeping you upward are the wall behind you and the wolf breathing close to your exposed pussy.

"Hiro!" His name bursts out of you like a scream when he pushes his nuzzle against you. His nose nudges your clit, and his wide, wet tongue laps a warm path over your folds. He tastes you thoroughly, humming and grunting into your pussy. The vibration of his voice ripples through your spine, making your hips jerk and grind into his mouth.

Within a minute, you forget your position on his shoulders as your fingers rake over the soft fur at the top of his head. You pull on the roots, and the shifter growls and snarls while still feasting on your drenched pussy. He laps up your wetness, nudging your clit with every move of his large head.

The world spins around you over and over again as you hold onto the male between your legs. Every prod and lick of his tongue pushes you closer to the edge while your muscles turn to liquid, and you can do nothing but grind down on him, chasing your climax. Your moans echo off the shower walls, loud and high as Hiro eats you out. Your hesitancy is long forgotten since you can't make your brain work anymore. The only thing floating in your mind is the wolf-shifter's name and nothing else.

The air gets stuck in your lungs when Hiro's tongue finds your hole, pushing and teasing your entrance. The warm, wet muscle slips inside you easily at the same time you cry out his name again. The rough texture of his tongue rubs over your walls, reaching every spongy spot that sends you spiraling.

"Fuckfuckfuck," you pant with half-closed eyes. Your pussy flutters around his tongue, begging for more as you get closer to your high. Your muscles twitch and tense, and the burning coil bursts in your stomach with a searing sensation. It surges through your veins and turns your body limp and helpless. The sound of Hiro slurping up on your juices rings in your ears, almost drowned out by the rapid beat of your own heart.

You barely notice under the thick haze of your mind when Hiro puts you down and holds you close against his large body. Without his arms around you, you are sure you would collapse. His damp fur clings to your skin, and his musky, earthy scent fills your nostrils as you still gasp for air.

"Are you okay, doll?" he asks after a while, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You can barely understand him because of the growl escaping his chest the whole time. It reverberates in your bones, shivering and rattling.

You hum, not knowing how to form words.

"Are you ready for more?" he asks with a hint of impatience in his voice while his clawed hands move up and down on your back, caressing your bare skin to soften his words.

You can't blame him, though. His cock is hard and heavy between his thick, hairy thighs. It leaks with pre-cum and bobs with every small movement Hiro makes.

"I still need your help, sweetheart," he continues, nudging your head softly with his muzzle. His breath is warm at the side of your face. "And you are the only one who can help me."

Straightening your posture, you lean away from him a little, just enough to look at him and nod. You are here to help him, you remind yourself.

"What do you need me to do?"

Hiro doesn't need more.

"Good girl," he grunts. "My good girl."

Before you know it, you are kneeling on the ground, ass up in the air, with the wolf behind you. The white, wet tiles are warm under your cheeks and palms, with the shower still cascading down on your pair. A helpless sound escapes your parted lips at the sudden change of position, but you do nothing against it. Your senses are too busy with the feeling of Hiro shifting closer until you can feel his fur against your bare skin and his erection on your pussy, sliding across your puffy folds. He is thick and heavy, and your body tenses for several seconds.

"Hiro-" you want to say, but the shifter just pats your hips.

"It's okay," he grunts. "Just take a deep breath, doll."

Deep breath, you think. It seems impossible.

How could you do anything when you can feel him moving behind you and soon, the blunt tip of his cock prods at your entrance.

"S-slow," you gasp with your heart beating in your throat.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he hums mindlessly, too busy groping the flesh of your ass to really pay attention to your words.

The press of the head of his cock at your entrance punches a high, mewling sound out of your chest. By the time he forces the first few inches inside you, you are breathless and delirious. Pain and pleasure throb in your lower body, but you do nothing to stop him. You don't want him to stop. Your drenched pussy stretches and tenses around his thick cock, and your legs go numb as you keep your position in front of him. He rocks in and out of you, going deeper into you every time without giving you at least a moment to get used to his size. With a slack jaw and half-closed eyes, you tremble around him while spreading your legs even more in hopes of making your job easier.

It does nothing, though.

"Fuck," the male moans behind you breathlessly, watching his thick length disappear into your wet, tight channel. You hug around his cock like a glove, milking him with every shiver of your overwhelmed body.

"Just like that," he snarls. "So good. You are helping me so much, doll."

His approaching orgasm blurs his vision every now and again, and he needs to bite onto his tongue to keep himself going for a while longer. Cumming so soon would be embarrassing for him, even though the knot at the base of his cock is already swollen.

"Really?" You pant. The hope in your voice that you are doing a good job is humiliating, but none of you care about it.

"Yes," he snarls, grabbing your hips bruisingly tight to pull you against his groin. A high, mewling sound escapes your lips, and your back arches at the sudden, invading feeling. Your tits press against the tiles, and your fingers are sore from the force you try to grip onto the smooth, hard surface.

A surprised, airy gasp wheezes out of your lips when he starts fucking into you roughly, grinding his cock deeper and deeper into your clenching hole. Every drag and press of his erection ripples through your nerves, making your muscles twitch and jerk while you try to keep yourself in position in front of the shifter. He pushes you beyond your limits with every ruthless thrust while you wail and sob, with your vision blurring at the overwhelming sensation. Every time his knot presses against your entrance, you tense and forget how to breathe, but Hiro doesn't try to force more into you, and it's probably a good decision. Even though the gym is closed, you still don't want to get tied together with him in the showers.

His orgasm almost pushes the ground out from under him, making him lean above you while still squeezing your hips in his large, paw-like hands. He empties himself inside you with a feral snarl while you sob and shake, with your own climax rocking through your body. Your blood turns to molten lava as your vision blurs while you cry like a wounded animal with his cock pulsing inside of your clenching pussy. You feel every rope of his cum, and your walls milk him for more.

"That's it," the wolf growls, grinding his hips against your ass roughly and convulsively. His spine is rigid, and his face is contorted into a threatening snarl.

For a long moment, he holds you tight with your greedy cunt squeezing his spent cock while his seed drips down between your legs and washes away into the drain under the water, still cascading down on your bodies.

When he lets you go, you spread out on the floor while Hiro leans against the wall with his cock softening between his thick, hairy thighs.

"How are you?" Your barely audible question surprises him. "Did I help?"

A light, gentle smile pulls on his lips as his head clears up a little. "Yeah, sweetheart," he replies. "You did."

"Good," you hum, already half-asleep.

"Come on," he says, scooping you up in his arms when he wins back his strength and the control over his body. "I can't let you stay here."

"Where are we going?" you ask him, resting your face on his chest. His fur is soaked under your skin.

"Home," Hero replies. "I need more of your help, doll."

"Oh, okay."

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Falling in love on the fourth floor - part 14.2

Pairing: Azriel x reader | WC: 6.3k | Warnings: pure fluff baby!

Summary: a weekend trip to the lake is the perfect opportunity to have fun with your friends, despite a growing relationship with one of them

Author’s note: no one is more surprised than me at this update lmao, but yall rallied!! You were determined!! Everyone say thank you @sylvermoon for helping me by giving me a sparknotes version

Previous part | Masterlist

You are buzzing with nerves from the car ride, unable to stop looking at Azriel as Feyre and Rhys bicker in the front of the car. His smile is electric as he looks at you, his gaze not leaving yours the entire drive back.

Everyone returning to the house quickly led to an impromptu game of Scrabble between the four of you. Cassian and Mor are still missing, likely driving around town to find any forgotten liquor. Rhys and Feyre both were drinking, some pretentious sounding martini that sounded too complex for you. You opted for a wine cooler while Azriel sipped at his water next to you. There is enough alcohol in this house to supply a frat party and you’re slightly concerned over who they expect to drink it all.

It took only twenty minutes of playing before Rhys grew annoyed with Azriel’s high score, peering over Feyre’s shoulder as she counted points.

“That’s it, I’m done for the night.” Rhys finishes off his drink before grabbing Feyre’s hand, pulling her from her seat and dragging her to the stairs. The two had been sharing glances all night, and you’re fairly certain Rhysand only used Azriel’s scrabble score as a half decent excuse for them to leave.

“Good night, you two.” Feyre giggles as she passes by. They head up the stairs, their steps retreating further and further away until a door shuts, leaving the two of you alone. A silence settles over the room, something you didn’t know could happen in this house with the boys that are occupying it.

“What do we do now?” The words slip out, a bit of uncertainty to them as you look at him. The lights are low in the living room and he’s sitting in a chair across from you, the scrabble board still out.

Sore losers couldn’t even help clean up.

He looks so pretty across from you, the warm lamplight casting his features in a yellow glow that draws you in like a moth. You can’t help the nerves that burrow inside of you at finally being alone with him. You had seen him throughout the week since your date, but that had been at coffee shops and bakeries, where you could only go so far with him, needing to hold on to some sense of public decorum.

But now the two of you are alone and you can’t help the fidgeting of your hands.

“We could play a card game.”

“Didn’t you just destroy Rhys at scrabble?”

“I have a decade’s worth of resentment and petty squabbles with Rhys. I don’t have any of that with you.”

“How you flatter me,” you smile.

The two of you start gathering the scrabble pieces from the board until the table’s cleaned off. Azriel disappears for a moment, replacing the Scrabble board with a deck of cards. His fingers stutter occasionally as he shuffles the deck, his cheeks turning pink each time.

“What game are we playing?” He asks, sitting down next to you on the couch. It isn’t as close as you want him to be, but close enough to feel tipsy off his warmth.

“I was a go fish champion as a kid.”

Azriel laughs, his eyes crinkling, the pink fading from his cheeks. He looked so much younger when he smiled, the years of tragedy gone, replaced with something much more hopeful. He looks beautiful and adorable, a conflicting combination where you aren’t sure if you want to keep watching his smile or feel his lips on yours again.

If both were an option, you would take it.

“Clearly you have an unfair advantage at that game.”

“I was a child prodigy- it’s not my fault if you’re afraid.”

Each rebuttal brought the two of you closer - you could feel his breath on your face, his warmth drawing you into his body like the lone ship heading for a lighthouse. Shivers creep up your spine at the way he looks at you, like he knows exactly what you taste like and he’s starving for just a taste.

“Do we get anything if we win?”

“I could kiss you if you win.”

The pink is back to his cheeks and you know you’ve caught him off guard.

“That’s a very nice prize. I get very competitive for good prizes.”

Azriel pulls back before pulling the table closer to the two of you. You miss his warmth immediately, especially when he resituates himself, setting a cushion between you two. He starts shuffling lazily as you watch, looking between his fingers and the offending pillow that separates the two of you.

“Why’d you go all the way over there?” The pout is evident in your question. Your relationship is still too new, too much fear surrounding being labeled as too much. But you can’t help it, can’t help the draw you feel to him at all times.

“I think you got your championship title from cheating.” You gasp in indignation, playfully shoving him, his shuffling disrupted from the movement. A few cards fall on the floor as he tries to suppress a grin.

“I did not!”

His smile is captivating in the moonlight, a chuckle too soft to do more than send chills down your spine. It feels wonderful being in his company, his sole focus devoted to you. He picks up the lost cards, quickly shuffling them back into the deck.

Azriel deals the hands, his fingers twitching slightly at the fifth card. You hold your pile of cards close to you, peering over top of them at him, watching as he moved them into some kind of order.

You both place a pair down onto the coffee table - you have a pair of 7’s, him a pair of jacks.

“Who goes first?”

“You’re a child prodigy at this game - shouldn’t you know who goes first?”

“I don’t want to have too much of an advantage, I’ll let you go first.”

The pile gets smaller as you two go back and forth, exchanging cards upon the other’s request. Several pairs litter the coffee table, haphazardly set as if the people placing them there couldn’t look away for even a second.

The deck is nonexistent, your hands down to one card each. It’s Azriel’s turn, a fact he’s letting linger in the darkness.

“Just go ahead and ask, Az.”

He had beaten you. This last card is nothing more than a formality, an official end to the game.

“Before it ends, I want to ensure we both recall the terms for winning.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Good, because I’ve forgotten.”

You fight the smile threatening to overcome your face, blinking slowly before looking at him. He wears a look of innocence that makes you want to scoff.

“If I win, you have to kiss me. If I lose, I have to kiss you.”

“Let me make sure I understand this.” His tone is all seriousness, his eyes giving away the true amusement he’s fighting back. “If I win, you have to kiss me.”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I think I understand. Do you have any 2’s?” You look back down to your cards, trying to stop the smile on your face.

“Go fish.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I only have a 7 left.”

Azriel looks at your hand as you show him the card before he looks at the cards laid out on the table, moving pairs to be in numeric order.

“The pack must be short a few cards.” Disappointment laces his tone, his fingers still moving cards around as he silently counts.

“You still beat me by one pair.”

He straightens at that, turning his whole body back toward you, the cards long forgotten.

“Yes, I believe I did. And that means you lost.”

You move toward him, your nose touching his as you slowly nod.

“I lost, Az. When should I pay up?”

His eyes are half closed, a slow nod of his head not an answer.

“You can pay now.”

Azriel’s lips on yours feel right, the cold of his hands a welcome presence on your face. His kiss is all consuming, the only thing you can focus on. He holds you so tenderly, each kiss delicate and firm, timidness still evident.

It’s slow and sweet, and he tastes like a mint he must have grabbed out the door of the restaurant. You crawl into his lap, his hands just shy of touching your hips.

He’s so solid and warm beneath you, his tongue parting your lips sending you into a fervor. You hold the back of his neck, desperate to keep him kissing you.

Footsteps down the stairs cause you to jump back, your back hitting the couch with a loud thud you’re hoping no one will hear. Your hand flies to the back of your head, a silent ‘ow’ leaving your lips.

“Hey guys!” Feyre’s smile is almost blinding in the darkness, her teeth shiny in the low light as she moves through the living room to the kitchen.

“Hey Fey.” Azriel’s deep voice moves through the calm night. You’re hoping she fails to notice the many directions his hair is pointing up or just how red his cheeks are from your touch.

“I’m surprised you guys are still up.” Feyre moves through the kitchen, pulling a glass from the cabinet before placing it on the counter, not even looking at the two of you.

“Azriel didn’t believe that I was a child prodigy at card games.”

“And I still don’t. I won.” There’s a hint of confidence or arrogance in his voice, something new you’re not used to hearing from him. Whatever it is, you just want to use his mouth for other things.

“It was a close game, practically a tie.”

“You sound like a sore loser.” He looks at you now, his eyes sparkling with amusement you can’t pull away from.

“No I don’t.”

“You’re acting exactly like Cassian when he loses.”

You and Feyre gasp simultaneously, her full water glass sloshing in her hand.

“That’s my cue to go back upstairs. Don’t want to get caught in this crossfire.”

“Good night.” You both respond, neither looking away to acknowledge Feyre or try to keep her longer. The moment stretches on for an eternity, jittery and giddy. You’re the one to break the silence first, your voice sounding harsh in the dark quiet.

“I should go to bed. Feyre wants to make the most of the lake tomorrow. Early start and all that.”

“I should get going too.”

Neither of you move, eyes still intertwined. Somewhere upstairs you hear a thump followed by giggles. Slowly, so slowly, you peel yourself off the couch, force yourself away from his orbit. The two of you are magnets, and if you can get just far enough, you’ll be able to stay away, to get some sleep for the next day’s activities.

But Azriel’s quick to get up after you, walking you down the hallway. His hand is hovering behind the small of your back, not quite brave enough to fully touch, but you can feel his presence through your shirt.

Things with him are real and fun and the butterflies in your stomach won’t stop batting around as you climb up the stairs. You arrive at your room much too quickly, your hand resting on the knob as you turn to look up at him, only to find him already watching you.

“Good night, Az.”

“Good night.”

He still doesn’t move. His hand reaches up like he’s about to stroke your cheek, but he puts it back down. You turn the knob, slowly backing into your room, until the wooden door separates the two of you.

It's a picturesque day as you walk down to the lake, keeping stride with Feyre. It’s a bit odd being somewhere so sacred to the four in front of you, some proverbial pillar of their youth. They are knocking shoulders, laughing with each other about summers long past. Tales of sunburns, near drowning, being flung from boats at an absurd speed.

Their voices carry a heavy dose of nostalgia, their words coated in grandiosity and the creature comforts of a beloved vacation home. The two of you follow them down the well work path from Rhys’s house to the lake, sandals hitting the sand for uneven terrain that stretches your calves. Your eyes stay on Azriel’s back, watching his muscles ripple with each step.

You had been surprised to find him shirtless in the kitchen this morning, the tiny tattoo on his hip the triplet to the ones on Cassian and Rhys’s torsos.

You grin to Feyre at the memory, sticking out your tongue slightly before yelling out, “Cassian, are you even allowed to get your tramp stamp wet?”

“They said 4-6 weeks, sweetheart.” He doesn’t stop his stride, only sticking a middle finger out at you.

“And how long ago was it done?”

Cassian slows slightly, clearly trying to think.

“It’ll be fine. It was like two months ago. It’s healed well.”

Feyre nudges her elbow into your ribs, lightly prodding. “Do you think we can get him drunk and he’ll let us color the tattoo in with markers?”

You lean against each other as you giggle before whispering, “I’ll pick up some glitter, too.”

The giggles grow louder, stopping suddenly when you run into Azriel’s back. The hard muscle is like a brick wall as you put your arms out to steady yourself, Azriel quickly turning to hold your arms.

“Sorry. We’re just at the spot.”

In your giggling with Feyre, you hadn’t noticed the folding chairs and large umbrellas that the boys were setting up. Mor was already propped up on a chair, a full wine glass in her hand watching Cassian’s arms bulge assembling the chairs.

Azriel hand ghosts over your back, leading you to a chair. You plop your towel down on it, shimmying out of your shorts before dropping them on the back of the chair. As fast as it’s there it’s gone, the slight touch of his hand warming you in a way the sun never could.

Cassian stands on the beach, his tan body practically reflecting the sun from all the oil on him. He stood large, his hands on his hips, facing all of you, his voice getting louder to bring all of you into his argument with Rhysand.

“Come on, Rhysie poo. Leapfrog off me.”

“We’re not children, Cassian.” Rhysand’s helping Feyre with her back, rubbing sunscreen beneath her bikini top straps.

“You’re just scared because of how much bigger I am than you.” Rhys’s hand stills at Cassian’s tone, the rest of you oohing like school children at the challenge Cassian was presenting.

Feyre claps Rhys’s hand, all the permission he needs before heading out to Cassian, meeting him at the water’s edge. Rhys lines up behind Cassian, the two looking decades younger than they are. Rhys’s long, athletic legs take off in a sprint. As he reaches a foot behind Cassian, Cassian quickly falls to the ground, cackling as Rhysand tries to jump before losing his balance and falling face first in the sand.

The four of you laugh from the shade, the bright sand emitting enough of its own saved heat you’re certain Rhysand got burnt from this little prank. He stays in the sand for only a moment before slowly getting up, his entire chest and face covered in sand, only to lose his footing again and fall once more.

You, Mor, and Feyre all giggle loudly, Azriel sparing a chuckle for the two. You hear Mor mention something about alcohol, but pay her no mind, too focused on the absurdity before you. Sand flies through the air as Rhysand tries to get up, kicking his feet wildly as he chases after Cassian. The two gather quite a few onlookers, but the four of you watch as Cassian out maneuvers Rhysand, too quick for his friend to catch him.

You turn, wanting to make a joke to Feyre, only to find hers and Mor’s seats empty. It’s then you realize no one had retrieved the cooler of alcohol Mor and Cassian likely spent all night filling up. You turn to Azriel, the shade and breeze making it feel like the perfect day.

“Can you help me?”

“Of course. Anything.”

You hold out the bottle of sunscreen to him, his hands not quite grasping it.

“Can you do my back? I can’t reach and I really should have done it before leaving the house.”

He stares blankly at you, his face an empty slate as he looks at you. One of his hands shakes imperceptibly before he balls it into a fist. You look up at him sweetly, fluttering your lashes at him just a little.

You bite your lip as he takes the bottle, squeezing it a bit hard when he takes it. You turn to the side, starting to undo the back of your top when you feel the bottle drop onto the end of the chair. Out of the corner of your eye you see Az scrambling to pick it back up, not daring to make eye contact with you.

“You okay, Az?”

“I’m good. I’m fine.”

You nod, turning away again. You hold your top to your chest as you unknot the back, letting the strings fall to your side. You sit for a moment, the sounds of Rhysand and Cassian yelling at each other keeping this from turning into a fully awkward silence. A beat passes, your teeth gnawing on your lip the only thing keeping you sane.

You start to worry, certain you’ve gone too far, when you hear the sunscreen being squeezed from the bottle, feeling Azriel’s hands spreading the cold lotion across your shoulders. His touch is gentle, his fingers making you feel like fireworks were shooting off in your chest.

He’s so delicate as he rubs the lotion across every inch of your back, gently sloping across your curves. His other hand holds your hair to the side, allowing him full access to the expanse of your spine. It’s nearly sinful the way he caresses you, his touch tender.

It’s over all too quickly, the cap back on the bottle startling you from the spell. You come back to your senses, bird calls and shouts coming back into focus. You turn to face him, his body too large for the foot of the chair he’s now occupying.

“Uh, thanks Az.”

He only nods, turning his body slightly away from you. He finally lets go of your hair, letting it fall back into place. You turn to see what has his attention, only to find him focusing on Cassian and Rhysand. The two are still fighting, running around, flinging sand in every direction. You both watch numbly, not knowing how much time has gone by, until an ice cold bottle is being put into your hand.

“Wine cooler?” Mor asks, already twisting the top off for you. You nod in thanks as she hands Azriel one too.

“They’re both stupid,” is all she says before she takes a big swig of the red alcohol.

The day goes by in a warm blur, the bright sun moving across the sky as you splash in the water for a bit, then moving to the beach chairs to lay out, and then repeating the cycle over and over again. If you sat in the shade for too long, Cassian would come over and threaten to carry you to the water if you didn't get up.

After a few hours, he stops himself right in front of you, telling you you’re going to play chicken with him and Feyre. Mor had just refused, not wanting to damage her recent manicure, but it did little to deter Feyre and Cassian’s determination to play.

Before you know it, Feyre is perched on Cassian’s shoulders, watching as you stand in front of Azriel, shifting from foot to foot. Her smile is big as she watches him crouch in front of you, waiting as you hook your legs around his neck.

He stands to his full height, supporting your weight very easily. A small part of you wishes you could be turned the other way on his shoulders. You sigh, trying not to let your thoughts get too out of hand.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding on tight as he wades into the water, standing across from Cassian and Feyre.

The two are taller than you are - Cassian’s tall frame and Feyre’s long torso making the two appear larger than life. But you feel confident with Azriel beneath you, like he’d never let anything happen to you.

Not even let you fall in a game with friends on the lake.

You had a good feeling about Azriel. He’s fast - faster than Cassian and Rhys, used to maneuvering quickly on his motorcycle. Steady beneath you, even in knee deep water.

You sigh, knowing just how deep you’re in with him. Feyre waggles her eyebrows at you, a movement you’re not sure Azriel sees or not.

From the sand, Mor’s loud voice calls out, “everyone ready?”

Four thumbs lift up toward her, her low voice counting down.

“3, 2, 1. Go!”

The second she says to go, Cassian’s off like a rocket, Feyre jostling on his shoulders. Azriel digs into the sand, a defensive stance as you sink just a bit lower, securing yourself into place. You reach your arms out, blocking Feyre from shifting your balance.

Your legs loop underneath his armpits, locking you in place on his shoulders. Cassian is attempting to push Azriel, but he’s stable, pushing Cassian’s own weight back at him. For a moment, the four of you are at a standstill, no progress being made. But suddenly, Feyre begins pushing back harder against you, trying desperately to knock you off balance.

The idea comes to you in an instant. You let go of Feyre’s hands, quickly moving your fingers to Azriel’s scalp. Gripping his hair, you try to convey go to the right by yanking him in that direction. He quickly picks up on it, quickly sliding the two of you out of the way.

They fall in slow motion, Feyre hitting the water first, followed quickly after by Cassian. The two make a large splash, the cold water hitting you and Azriel. You squeal at both the splash and at realizing you won.

“We won! Azzy, we won!” You chant, pumping your fist in the air just like Cassian does when his favorite song comes on the radio. On the shore, you can hear Mor and Rhys’s drunken cheering before Rhys walks to the water’s edge with a towel. Cassian scrambles up the bank, trying to take the towel from Rhys, but he snatches it away, holding it out of Cassian’s reach until Feyre makes her way over to them.

Azriel crouches back down in the water, trying to help you off his shoulders. You’re able to slide a leg off of one, but lose balance, somehow sliding onto his front like you had been fantasizing about only ten minutes ago. You slide down his chest, one of your legs hooked around his hip before your left foot finds the sandy bottom of the water.

You stare at him, his large chest at eye level and you’re practically in a trance as you reach out and touch him. He shivers lightly, any trace of the sun’s warmth gone from his dark, icy eyes.

The spell is broken when you feel a very prominent member rubbing against your stomach, finding Azriel’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He just stares at you, his mouth slightly ajar, before he turns and starts walking further into the water.

“Az, where are you going?” Cassian yells as you try to fight the heat on your face, using your hands as a fan. You could feign a sunburn, right?

“Um, just gonna- take a lap.”

Cassian starts running after him, splashing water with each step, passing you in an awkward flurry of limbs.

“You’re not beating my time! I made it out to that buoy and back fair and square last year! I knew it bothered you!”

Cassian dives into the water, aggressively swimming to catch up to Azriel. The two quickly become nothing more than blobs of splashing water on the horizon, headed for a distant buoy, while you stand watching, not moving, trying to erase the etching of his body from your skin.

The heat of the bonfire is pleasant against your wet skin. The exhaustion of the day sinks into your bones. Leaning your back against the seat, you close your eyes, listening as Cassian and Rhysand bickered to your left.

At some point, when the sun started setting and it started cooling off, the boys broke down the tent, moving all the chairs into a circle around a makeshift bonfire. Cassian had nothing short of a great time moving along the beach, collecting sticks and branches, boasting on how manly he was.

The fire crackles loudly, forcing you to open your eyes only to find Azriel’s gaze locked onto the flames, his eyes orange with heat and pain. You’re not sure if anyone else has noticed, but you slowly get up, moving over to sit next to him. He doesn’t acknowledge you, his body rigid in focus.

“Hey Az.” You slowly move so you’re touching him, your thighs pressed against his. You feel him move into your touch, emboldening you enough to reach out and hold his arm. “Are you okay?”

He strains beneath your hand, the muscles in his forearm flexing tighter. Rubbing soothing circles on his skin has him relaxing, but not enough to keep you from worrying. The fire pops loudly again, startling Azriel out of your hold.

“I’m going to go. I need to shower.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” You whisper.

“I-uh no, I’ll be okay.”

He brushes past you, your heart dropping as you watch him tread back up to the house. You sit for a moment alone, trying to soothe the sting of rejection before moving back over to Cassian, too engrossed with his conversation with Rhys to even notice you had gone anywhere.

Rhys claps Cassian on the back as Feyre nuzzles into his side, the pair getting up and giving small waves before going back to the house themselves.

Cassian straightens out his leg, a grunt accompanying the movement as he kneads the skin of his knee.

“You looked like you were having fun out there earlier.” And he had. You had never seen Cassian with such joy on his face as he ran around the sand, tackling his proclaimed brothers and throwing a ball around. He only nods, a pained expression on his face.

“Did you hurt yourself out there?”

“Old injury flared up.”

“What happened? Sports injury?”

Cassian looks down at the beer bottle in his fingers, “uh yeah, I used to play rugby. Got a scholarship and everything.”

He takes a swig of his beer, and you don’t say anything to let him continue. The airiness to Cassian had left with Rhysand, only leaving a somber version of himself behind, a dark mist over his eyes at some memories long forged.

“Some point senior year of high school, I was dicking around, hanging out with idiots I shouldn’t have been hanging around. I fell, and they left me there.”

Your heart shatters at his nonchalance, how bored his tone sounded. How does anyone treat him, your roommate, an incredibly nice man, like this?

“I just laid there for ages before someone found me and called for an ambulance.”

Another swig. You forgot to breathe, not knowing how to console Cassian. How could you? Your own breathing was speeding up at the story, even knowing he is fine sitting next to you.

“No idea how long I was out. I was too injured to play, but I figured I could stay with Rhys and Az for a year and enroll the next year. I followed them around everywhere, and I guess the habit stuck. Then Rhys’ mom and sister died our freshman year. I couldn’t leave them after that.”

You just lean against his arm, running his bicep in what you hope is a soothing motion.

“I can’t believe anyone would treat you like that, Cass.” He shrugs, but you catch a glint in his eye, a quick flash of the old wound. He drinks from his bottle again, finishing it off, looking around the fire.

Rhys and Feyre had been caught by Mor on their way to leave, the blonde enticing Feyre with some story she couldn’t miss out on. Rhys and Mor are telling Feyre some story of their youth, some long forgotten heist of sorts. They keep butting into each other, the other getting details wrong. Their laughs echo out across the water, bringing a slight twitch to Cassian’s lips.

“Ancient history.”

Drinking on the beach is fun until you’re waking up in the middle of the night and you have a pounding headache because you forgot to drink water.

You leave your shared room with Feyre, half stumbling in the dark to not wake her up. You move through the house to quench your thirst, practically setting up a tent at the filtered water coming from the fridge. After three glasses of water, you cut yourself off, your headache calmed down. You top the glass off once more before padding up the stairs. You make it to the landing, stopping when you hear a slight noise. You want to write it off, telling yourself it’s probably Cassian and Mor hooking up.

But then you hear it again, and it sounds more pitiful than any noise you ever heard from Cassian or Mor. It was closer to a whimper, like a wounded animal. You backtrack, listening closely until you determine the noise came from Azriel’s room.

You stop outside his door, debating if this is an invasion of privacy or not. You bounce on the balls of your feet, trying to decide what to do, when you hear a moan coming from down the hallway,

That pushes you forward, your hand moving to the knob. You turn the knob slowly, moving your feet softly on the hardwood floor. You peek your head in, trying to determine what the noise was. Your heart breaks a little that the noise came from Azriel, his breathing ragged and his arms twitching as he sleeps. You pause, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable, but you also know something isn’t right.

Taking in a deep breath, you wander further in his room, closing the door softly behind you. You stand next to the bed, looking down at his face while setting down your glass of water. Up close he looks worse - he’s thrashing a bit now, soft whimpers coming from his mouth, and he’s sweating. You place your hands on his shoulders, shaking gently while whispering his name. It doesn’t help, his eyes stay closed, lost to whatever hellscape is occupying his mind.

You look around the room, realization dawning that Azriel forgot his small stuffed bat he told you he sleeps with. You wonder how he left something so important behind. He twitches again, soft whimpers coming from him before he thrashes violently.

“Az, it’s okay,” you shush, placing a knee on the bed to try to wake him again. You’re about to reach his shoulders when his arms suddenly wrap around your waist and you collapse onto the bed next to him. You stay completely still, your heart hammering as he wraps his large body around you, every limb greedily trying to hold onto you.

You hadn’t seen this room when you walked around the house earlier, but it seems less like a guest room and more like an actual bedroom. The walls have a few photos and decorations on them, but you pay them no mind as he squeezes you tightly.

The effect is immediate - his twitching slows, his movements stilling. You feel his hands grip onto you, one of his legs slinging over your hip. You don’t let yourself think about it as his weight and warmth settle over you, making your eyes heavy.

You don’t think he’d be upset, but it does feel like an invasion of his privacy.

You can’t bring yourself to think of the morning, waking up to a not empty bed, because 1) you can’t actually do anything about it and 2) it might just break your heart if he’s upset. His breathing is heavy against you, his arm and leg keeping you locked into place even if you wanted to leave.

The next morning is hazy, trying to remember where you are as the room comes into focus. You jolt slightly as you remember that this is not your room.

You turn to look at Azriel only to find his hazel eyes already looking at you. His face is sleepy, eyes only half open, but he looks just as handsome as ever. He even still has pillow indents on his cheek.

“Good morning.” You crack a smile as you feel his hand rub your back. You twist slightly, wanting a better look at him. His hair is a mess, the black curls all tangled from the restless sleep he had the night before.

“Hi.”

“This is a surprise.” He doesn’t look upset or angry. He’s just relaxed - probably the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him. Like this is normal and he doesn’t know how to wake up any other way.

His hazel eyes are gorgeous as you look at him, the gold and brown swirling together the way a vibrant sunset does, unsure where the colors meet together to become one.

“Sorry for intruding. You uh- I think you were having a bad dream so I just…”

“Got into my bed?”

You laugh a bit too loudly for the moment.

“You pulled me in.” He hums lightly, and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s too sleepy to care how you wound up in his bed or if he wouldn’t mind you coming back. His arms push lightly on your back, pulling you closer toward him.

“Hopefully Cassian doesn’t have bad dreams around you.”

Your noses are only an inch apart and you can stop looking down to try to get a peek at his full lips. Memories of the night before crash over you, the slight rejected sting of Azriel running off catching back up.

“Are you okay? You left kind of abruptly last night.”

“Oh.” He pauses, his face not giving anything away. His smile is gone, the sleepy grin replaced with some half-off attempt at it. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

He sighs out of his nose, slightly burying his face into your shoulder. His phone chimes from somewhere beneath his pillow, the text alert enough to save him from this conversation. His hand pulls away, your skin already growing cold from the loss of contact.

“It’s Rhys. Breakfast is almost ready.”

Despite not having slept in your room and finding it empty this morning, you are the first person to arrive downstairs. Rhys is in the kitchen, flipping pancakes like his life depends on it, whistling some pop song you couldn’t quite name.

“Where is everybody?”

“Hungover and slow, if I had to guess.” You climb onto one of the barstools, a bit mesmerized by Rhys’s confidence while he moves about. You didn’t know he even knew how to cook a premade pizza, much less an entire breakfast for several people. “They have also never been on time to anything that occurs before 9 AM.”

You check the clock on your phone before responding, “it’s 10:30.”

“Hangover causes a time delay by about two hours.”

You shrug, lightly tapping your fingers on the counter, a bit antsy. Azriel had just completely shut down, practically cutting himself off from you after you brought up last night. It makes you feel uneasy and in desperate need of a distraction.

“Do you need any help?”

“I’m almost done, but thanks.” Rhys is now plating things, filling several plates full of perfectly timed scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes, containers of fresh fruit already on the table.

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

He continues in his flurry of movement, stacking as many plates in his arms he can fit before taking them to the table. You grab two of them, the only ones he’ll let you take.

“It’s tradition. I did it the year after my mom died. She loved having a full house of kids to feed.”

You think of your own parents, hardly having heard from them since moving out months ago. How the sting had subsided so soon because, really, had they ever cared about you?

Not like this.

Rhys’s mom had taken in Cassian and Azriel, but were they now continuing that cycle by taking you in?

“We fought at the table constantly, broke an unquantifiable amount of dishes and glassware. Cassian once stabbed Azriel at the table.” Your eyebrows shoot up, never having heard that particular tale.

“Don’t get too excited. It was a fork in the arm. But still. She loved it.”

“I think she loved you guys.”

As if on cue, everyone else wanders in in a half hungover daze, shuffling to the warm, fresh food.

“She definitely did.”

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Holiday Movie Marathon | LN4

❄️‧₊˚🎄✩ ₊˚🦌⊹♡❄️ summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N attends a spontaneous movie night at Lando’s, where their usual banter deepens into a confession of feelings. Lando reveals he feels the same, and they share a kiss.

❄️‧₊˚🎄✩ ₊˚🦌⊹♡❄️ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

❄️‧₊˚🎄✩ ₊˚🦌⊹♡❄️ word count ━━━━━━━ 1.7k

The streets of London were aglow with twinkling fairy lights, the holiday season blanketing the city in a warm, magical glow. Y/N stepped out of her office building, wrapping her coat tightly around her as the December chill bit at her cheeks. It was just another evening in her life—a quiet one, predictable even. But tonight held the promise of something different.

A soft chime from her phone pulled her from her thoughts. Pulling her gloves off, she fished it out of her pocket. The message was from Max, the mutual friend who had introduced her to Lando Norris a few months ago.

Max: "Change of plans—movie night at Lando’s instead of mine. You in?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go. She did. But spending the evening at Lando’s flat felt… significant in a way she wasn’t sure she was ready to confront. Still, before she could overthink it, she typed a quick response.

Y/N: "Sure. What time?"

By the time Y/N arrived at Lando’s flat, it was a little after 7 PM. The air was crisp, her breath visible as she exhaled. Standing at his door, she adjusted her scarf nervously. It wasn’t the first time she’d been here, but it still felt surreal. Lando’s world—his high-profile lifestyle, his effortless charm—always felt a little removed from her own quiet, 9-to-5 existence.

The door opened before she could knock, revealing Lando with a tray of drinks in his hands. His face lit up when he saw her.

"Y/N!" he said warmly, stepping back to let her in.

"Hey," she replied, her voice soft. She shrugged off her coat, her sweater clinging to her frame as she smoothed it nervously.

"I’m glad you made it," he said, setting the tray down on the coffee table in the living room. His grin turned a little sheepish. "Max bailed last minute, so it’s just us tonight."

Her stomach flipped. "Oh. Um… I can leave if you—"

"Don’t even think about it," he cut her off, his grin widening as he turned to her. "You’re not leaving me to watch Love Actually alone."

Y/N laughed, a sound that was light but genuine. "Well, when you put it like that…"

"Exactly," he said, handing her a steaming mug of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. "Now, come on. Couch is ready. Snacks are ready. All we need is you."

The two of them settled into the large sectional sofa, blankets draped over their laps and snacks within arm’s reach. The first movie played in the background, though neither of them paid much attention to it at first. Their conversation flowed easily, punctuated by Lando’s teasing remarks.

"So, do you always root for the bad guys in movies?" he asked, his eyebrows raised as she defended yet another movie villain.

"Only when they make sense," Y/N shot back, her cheeks warming under his amused gaze.

"You’re dangerous, you know that?" he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"I make no promises," she replied, her voice bolder than she expected.

Lando chuckled, his laughter rich and warm, and Y/N felt her chest tighten. Being around him was like standing in the sun—bright and intoxicating, but overwhelming if she stayed too long.

Somewhere between the second and third movie, the teasing faded, replaced by a comfortable silence. It wasn’t until Y/N shifted slightly that she realized how close they’d become. Lando’s head had found its way to her shoulder, his body leaning into hers as his breathing slowed.

Her heart raced as she glanced down at him. He looked peaceful, his long lashes resting against his cheeks, his usual playful expression softened in sleep.

She allowed herself a moment to take him in, her thoughts drifting. Over the months since they’d met, Lando had become more than just a mutual friend. Despite his glamorous life, he had a way of making her feel seen, like she was the only person in the room when he looked at her. He was warm and thoughtful, funny in a way that disarmed her.

And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to admit how she felt.

Thinking he was fully asleep, Y/N let the words slip out in a whisper. "I really wish you knew how much I like you."

She froze as his eyes fluttered open, locking onto hers.

"How much of that did you think I didn’t hear?" he asked, his voice husky from sleep, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips.

Her face turned crimson. "I—I thought you were asleep!"

"Clearly not," he murmured, sitting up slightly but still leaning into her space. "So… how much do you like me?"

"Lando…" she started, but the words caught in her throat.

"No, no," he said gently, his smirk softening into a sincere smile. "Don’t back out now. I want to hear it."

She looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. "I… I like you. A lot. Probably more than I should."

"Why 'should'?" he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

"Because… you’re you. And I’m just me," she admitted quietly.

His frown deepened at that. He reached out, tilting her chin so she’d face him. "What’s that supposed to mean? Y/N, you’re amazing. You’re smart, funny, and you make me feel like just a normal guy when I’m around you. I like that. I like you."

She blinked at him, her mind struggling to process his words. "You… like me?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" he teased, though there was an edge of vulnerability in his voice.

"I mean, yeah," she admitted with a nervous laugh.

"Well, believe it," he said firmly, his eyes holding hers. "And just so you know, I don’t fall asleep during movie nights with people I don’t care about."

A soft laugh escaped her, her chest feeling impossibly light. "So this is your version of a compliment?"

"Pretty much," he said, his grin returning. "But if you need more convincing…"

Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was both soft and certain.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of quiet laughter, shared glances, and stolen kisses. By the time the final movie ended, Y/N was curled up against Lando, his arm draped over her shoulders as though it had always belonged there. The warmth of his presence made the room feel smaller, cozier—like their own little world.

But as the credits rolled, the reality of the time set in. Y/N stretched slightly, reluctant to move, but knowing she had to.

"I should probably get going," she murmured, glancing at the clock.

Lando tightened his arm around her for a moment, his reluctance to let her go clear. "You sure? You could stay a little longer. Maybe one more movie?"

Y/N chuckled softly. "It’s past midnight, Lando. If I stay any longer, I might as well sleep here."

His lips curved into a teasing smirk. "I wouldn’t mind that."

Her cheeks warmed at the suggestion, though she shook her head. "Nice try."

Sighing dramatically, he stood up, offering her a hand to pull her to her feet. "Alright, but I’m not just letting you take the train this late. I’ll drive you home."

"Lando, you don’t have to—"

"Y/N," he interrupted, already grabbing his jacket. "I want to."

She opened her mouth to argue but stopped when she saw the firm set of his jaw. There was no point in arguing; he’d already made up his mind.

The streets of London were quieter now, the usual hum of the city softened by the late hour. Lando’s car cut through the cool night, the soft sound of music filling the space between them.

Y/N glanced out the window, her head leaning lightly against the seat. The night had been surreal—what had started as a casual movie night had shifted into something so much more.

"Quiet over there," Lando said, glancing at her briefly before returning his focus to the road. "Penny for your thoughts?"

She hesitated for a moment before turning to him. "Just… thinking about tonight. About you."

His lips tugged into a small smile. "Good things, I hope."

"Mostly," she teased, her lips curving into a faint smile.

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Careful, Y/N. Keep talking like that, and I might start thinking you enjoy giving me a hard time."

"Someone has to keep you humble," she replied, the playful banter easing her nerves.

When they pulled up outside her flat, the quiet between them grew heavy—not uncomfortable, but charged with unspoken emotions. Lando turned off the engine and shifted to face her.

"Thanks for driving me," Y/N said softly, her fingers fiddling with the strap of her bag.

"Anytime," he replied, his tone sincere. "I meant what I said earlier, by the way."

She looked at him, her brows furrowing slightly. "About what?"

"About this being a tradition," he said, his gaze steady on hers. "And about wanting to keep you around for a long time."

Her breath hitched, the weight of his words settling over her. She searched his face, finding nothing but honesty in his expression.

"I’d like that," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible.

Lando’s smile softened, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Good."

Without giving herself time to overthink, Y/N leaned in, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was tender and lingering. When they pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away from him.

"You should go in before I find another excuse to keep you here," he murmured, though his hand lingered on hers.

Y/N laughed softly, her heart impossibly full. "Goodnight, Lando."

"Goodnight, Y/N," he replied, watching as she stepped out of the car and made her way to her door.

He waited until she was safely inside before driving off, a small smile still playing on his lips. As he navigated the quiet streets back to his place, one thought kept circling in his mind: this was just the beginning of something far better than he ever could have imagined.

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saphiccarma · 7 months ago

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- Sweet Thing

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary - Sirens weren't all that bad, instead hunted for their tails that had glimmering scales worth a high amount of value. Agatha and Rio intended to sell your tail, but soon became rather attatched

Warnings: Kidnapping (fishnapping?), spear wound, non consensual kissing (Kind of? Reader doesn't know human customs so it's a bit iffy)

A/N: Uhm- I fell in love with this prompt and this is my fav thing I've written for aaa week so far.

Sirens were creatures of the sea, brilliant ones that were meant to swim free and wild. Unlike most tales, you did not sing sailors to their death, only a few sirens chose to do that. The sun bore down on the vast ocean, not able to reach the depths where you lived, so you swam near the surface. It was a dangerous move to do so. Pirates still roamed the seas, even as far out as you were, and sirens' tails sold for a high price.

Typically, you lived in the depths where humans couldn't reach, swirling in between coral and rocks while following colorful fish. Flat areas were used as farming grounds for food. It was a perfect life, yet part of you still longed for the human world. You had never gone close to shore before, always living too far out. Not only that but your father had prevented you from contact with humans.

As you grew older, so did your defiance for your father and you had been wandering closer to the surface, going further away from home and closer to the shore. Once you had gotten close enough to hear voices. People danced along the shore in the night, sticks with a bright thing glowing off of them. From what you had heard they were torches. Humans swung their arms and feet, joyful laughter echoing as odd garments attached to them swayed with their movements.

You wished so desperately to join them.

Sirens were rumored to be able to transform into humans, tails shifting to legs, gills and fins disappearing into your skin. The odd tint of your skin would disperse, and you would look like a normal person. You never had the confidence to try it out. Humans wore these odd things, clothes, your grandma called them. Sirens didn't have clothes. You figured you would stand out too much and that was the last thing you wanted if you were trying to explore the human world.

Seagulls cawed above you as you leisurely floated near the surface, the tip of your tail peeking out. There was only a split second you had after you saw them. A large ship, its sides climbing up and up, wooden panels lined up neatly to prevent water from getting in. Large metal nozzles peaked out the side. Silver flashed through the air and then there was a piercing pain in your tail.

Yelping, you paled when you bled into the water, a sharp spear sticking out of your tail. Panic overcame you as you reached to pull it out, wincing at the sting. It had gone all the way through your tail. Scales came out with it, leaving bare skin and a large hole in your tail. Shock kept you stuck in place, staring at the gaping gap in your tail that leaked a bright red.

"Dammit Billy!" You heard a voice curse from the ship and your head snapped up, eyes widening with fear, "You weren't supposed to hit the tail."

Once again you hardly had time to react before a net was hurling at you. With your tail damaged and pain pulsing through you, you weren't able to get away as the net dropped down on you and closed all around you. A scream bubbled in your throat. There was a harsh tug and then you were dangling in the air, your blood dripping into the water and you could see shark fins circling below.

You winced as your body slammed into the ship, wood digging into your sensitive skin. Thrashing as you were dragged across the wood, you tried to break free. But your tail flapped uselessly, and your arms did nothing against the ropes. A taunting chuckle echoed behind you, and you were no longer being dragged across the wood. You stopped in your struggles for a moment, meeting eyes with a woman.

Her piercing eyes were an icy blue, framed by brown hair that fell around her face and highlighted her sharp cheekbones. Her tongue dragged over her pink lips as she crouched, one hand on her knee, and studied you.

There was nothing you could do to stop the fear that tore through your system. It overran any common sense you otherwise would've had and numbed the pain in your tail. Blood leaked onto the deck, seeping into the wood and staining it an even darker color.

Another woman stood behind the blue eyed one. This one had big brown eyes, one that was often associated with childlike innocence, but she looked anything but innocent. Her lips, a pale pink, were pulled into a smirk that made her eyes twinkle with dark joy. A knife twirled between her fingers and when your gaze caught on it your breath hitched. Sun light bounced off it, highlighting the sharp edge.

She met your eye, pausing in her fidgety movements, and held the knife up for you to see. You flinched back, trying to get away. Your eyes flickered around for an escape, searching for somewhere to go.

It was then that you noticed how many people were here, watching in silence. There were four others on board. A woman who had a pink shirt, one with red in her hair, and older woman who looked weird, and a young boy - the youngest out of all of them. His eyes were wide, and face flushed as he looked away from you, keeping his gaze

Inhaling shakily, you forced a question past your lips, "What do you want with me?" Your words were unsteady, hesitance and fear dripping from them.

"Well, we wanted your tail," the blue-eyed woman drawled, "But then Billy hit it, so you have no more use, hon."

"You’re pirates," you breathed softly. If you thought you were scared before, it was worse now. Your heart beat frantically in your chest. Humans may have portrayed sirens as these horrible creatures, luring sailors to their death for fun, but that was only some of you. Sirens told tales of pirates who murdered their friends in cold blood, laughing as the blood tainted the water and dolphins pocked at their bodies sadly. Pirates were the most brutal type of humans.

"Well, I thought that was obvious," She glanced around dramatically, her long fingers flaring around. Your tail twitched.

"She needs medical care Agatha," the boy, Billy you think, said. He made a pointed glance towards your tail which was leaking out onto the deck, a steady stream of blood. Your head was lightheaded as you propped yourself on your elbows.

"Put me back in the water and I'll be fine," you mumbled. Your father will find you. Or the fish would tell him. It didn't matter but you would rather die in the ocean then on this ship.

Agatha scoffed, her head tipping back slightly, "That's funny." She leaned closer for a brief moment, eyes slowly dragging from your face down to the gaping wound in your tail. "Billy go get some cloth and a needle with string. And what are the rest of you doing? Get back to work!" Everyone but the brown eyed brunette left, Billy scurrying away to get whatever she ordered.

With a small nod from Agatha, the other woman stepped forward, her smirk widening as she twirled her knife around. You flinched when she bent down, prepared for more pain. Except she only cut through the rope and let it fall to the floor.

"She's skittish," She said, glancing at Agatha with some sort of emotion gleaming in her eyes, "I like it."

Billy came back a moment later, carrying a bundle of cloth in his hand with a needle and string in the other. He averted his eyes towards the ground as he got closer. The shiny metal caught your eyes, and they widened in more fear. You tried to scramble back, no longer tangled by the rope, but it did little use when Agatha grabbed the tip of your tail and yanked you back. A yelp escaped your lips as she held you firmly in place, despite your frantic squirming.

"Hold still," she snapped. Her hands were surprisingly tender as they pressed the cloth onto your wound, the white material becoming red quickly. The other woman knelt by your head, her hands held out placatingly before she pressed down on your shoulders, forcing you to lay down. Her eyes lingered on your chest for a moment, something dark in her eyes.

"How does your healing work?" Her words were soft, not matching the mischievous glint in her eyes.

You gasped when Agatha pressed down on the wound, your tail flicking up, "Uhm- like normal?"

You watched as Agatha raised an unimpressed eyebrow as she wiped the blood on your tail, the cloth occasionally catching on your scales. They shimmered under the sunlight, and you were suddenly aware of how hot it was up here. It was like you were being held above a heat vent, the water bubbling and searing your skin. Your skin and scales were drying out.

Baring your teeth, you hissed when Agatha swiped through the wound, her towel collecting blood and giving you a clearer view. A hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up and forcing your mouth open. An offended sound left your throat as the brown eyed woman examined your mouth. She squeezed your cheeks and leant closer.

Their hands were all over you, on your tail, your face - it was too much. You shoved at the woman holding your face, although that did nothing but make her tighten her grip and grin wildly. Her eyes were ablaze with delight as she tugged your face close.

"Don't do that," her voice was light, almost like a song, "Be nice."

Agatha scoffed from her spot at your tail, glancing up with a small smile. You would snarl at her if you could, but the other woman still held you tightly. Her grip was bruising against your face and her nails dug into your skin. She hummed as she twisted you, giving her different angles of your fangs that protruded like spikes from your gums.

It was a defense mechanism that ran in your specific genes, but it did nothing to help you now. Finally, she let you go, her fingers uncurling from your cheeks, but her eyes never left your face.

"Can you have stitches?" Agatha was threading the string through the needle as she asked the question, sitting back on her shins.

You blinked, wide eyed and confused, "Those are?"

"I'll take that as a no," she sighed, chewing on her lower lip, "How do you heal?"

"I've never-" you shrugged. Pain throbbed from your tail, worse than anything you had ever felt. You had gotten small nicks and cuts before. "Nothing has been this bad."

Agatha threw the needle onto the ground, "Well that's helpful." She glared at you as if it was your fault that you had been speared through your tail. You returned her harsh look.

"Water," you croaked, your throat suddenly dry. The two women exchanged a glance before the unknown one stood, her boots clicking on the floor. Biting pain coursed through your veins, and you wished it would stop. The harsh sun beating down didn't help as you lacked the familiar comfort of the sea. A moment later the other woman returned, a bucket in her hands before she splashed it all over your tail. It wasn't graceful or much but soothed the ache of the puncture.

Agatha leaned past your tail, cupping your chin in her face with a sick grin, "I think I'll keep you."

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A few day cycles in you figured out how to turn into your human form, your tails becoming legs and gills vanishing. The only thing that remained was your sharp teeth. It was awkward at first, stumbling around as you tried to figure out how to walk. They made it look so easy and Agatha and Rio laughed as you fell flat on your face.

The two had dressed you in their clothes. It felt restricting to be confined by such human things and you hated it, but apparently that was what was expected by humans. You were stuck in their room, stuck to stare longingly out into the sea as you watched the waves crash up against the side of the boat, but they never let you out. If you were let out, you were bolt in an instant and jump into the sea.

Billy brought you food on a tray with a sympathetic smile and a soothing voice. He offered empathy, a listening ear, which you turned down at first. Then days turned into more and you were still stuck in the room. You took up Billy's offer to talk when the days began to become longer and longer, drawing out as if they would never end.

Agatha and Rio would return at night, snuggling up in their bed as you slept on one parallel to theirs. Once you had woken up to the bed creaking and obscene moans being drawn out. You had flipped over, the blanket pulled up to your shoulder, as you sat still as a rock in bed. After casually mentioning it to Billy when he came to see you, he turned bright red and spluttered before explaining it was the way humans reproduced. You decided not to question it more after that.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, the door creaked open, Agatha walking in. Rio trailed behind with her hands shoved casually in her pockets. Per usual, you scrambled back as far as possible on your bed, hissing. Agatha rolled her eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed, eyes scanning over you in a way you would never understand. It was as if she was trying to see inside of you. She scooched closer and you bared your teeth.

Lips curling in annoyance, Agatha's hand shot forward, grabbing your chin. There was a split second before she had a tool in her hand, pliers if you remembered correctly, and they were latched tight onto your teeth.

She leaned in close, her eyes narrowed, "I told you to stop that," her voice was low, a warning, "I will give you one more chance before I yank your teeth out, understand?"

Rio was smirking behind her when you glanced back, your cheeks flushed a dark red. Agatha raised a brow.

"Understood?"

You huffed but nodded the best you could with her firm grip on you. Her nails dug into your skin one more time before she let go with a satisfied smirk. Closing your mouth, you licked your lips and sat back, face red as the tomatoes Billy showed you how to juggle with once. Agatha twirled the pliers in her fingers before shoving them into her pocket.

"How would you like to leave this room?" Agatha's words sent a jolt of joy through you, and you perked up, pointed ears alert and ready to hear what she had to say. She smiled at your excitement, "Hang on pretty girl, there's a couple things first. If you try to run, I will lock you back up in this room again. You are to stay by my side. Do not make me tie you up like a dog."

You tilted your head, blinking at her. What was a dog? Although being tied up did not sound like fun, after a moment you reluctantly nodded. There was hardly a moment before Rio's hand was latched onto your forearm and she was dragging you out. You stumbled over your own two feet, still not used to without a fin, and let Rio drag you along. Not that you had a choice.

You glanced back at Agatha for help, but the woman was just watching in amusement, eyes twinkling brightly.

"Alright," Rio said softly, shoving a door open, "Here's the sun."

Blinking, you took in the sunlight, hand coming up to shield your eyes. It shone down brightly, a harsh heat compared to the cool of the bedroom. While the coolness reminded you of the depths of the ocean, it was nice to see the sun again. You tilted your face up, closing your eyes and letting the heat seep into your skin. You hardly noticed Rio's grip on your arm, or the way it loosened, and she stood watching you with a soft smile.

"Y/N!" Billy's loud voice interrupted your peace, and your eyes snapped open. He was running towards you, shirt untucked and flapping in the slight wind like his fluffy black hair.

You forced a smile onto your lips after a nervous glance at Rio, "Hey Billy."

He grabbed your hand, tearing you away from Rio. You were partially glad for the distance from the woman, but a part of you wanted to be near her. Billy dragged you up the stairs, once again tripping over your own two feet. It was a miracle that they managed to stay on them for the whole day.

The sea splashed against the side of the boat, a consistent and steady sound that made you long for the sea even more. That deep yearning inside of you arose again, even stronger than before. Your eyes latched onto the waves, imagining yourself in them. You would no longer have legs - you would have a fin and gills again and the wet feeling of the water on your skin.

The fish circling around you, the water cool and comforting. A little bit of sun shining through the blue surface when you came up. Your family's faces were slowly fading from your mind, but you still longed to be with them again.

You didn't realize that since you stopped so did Billy, his hand still in yours as he stared at you.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "You don't deserve this."

You shrugged. Maybe you did deserve it. Even after hundreds of lectures from your father, you still chose to push your luck. The thrill of adrenaline you got made it all worth it. If you had just listened, then this never would have happened.

"Billy," Agatha's voice cut through the air, "I'll take her from here."

Billy smiled sheepishly, directing one to you with a deeper meaning, before he scurried off. Agatha gave him an affectionate glance before she turned her eyes to you, an unamused look in them.

"Don't let Billy drag you around." She muttered it like it was a piece of advice, but it sounded more like a command. You rolled your eyes at her and curled your lips in defiance. Agatha narrowed her eyes and grabbed you by the arm. "Watch the attitude."

And once again you were tempted to respond with some sort of snark but refrained in exchange for walking away and further up the deck. The wind blew your hair in your face and whipped against your skin. It wasn't so different from the underwater currents and made you miss home even more. Agatha trailed behind you, although you could hear a second set of footsteps that told you Rio was there too.

You wandered up the front of the ship and stared down into the water. It would be so easy to jump.

A hand clamped down your shoulder and hot breath hovered by your ear, "You gonna jump?" Rio lips brushed against your cheekbone as she leaned even closer, and you could feel her chest press up against your back. A part of you wanted to pull away from her touch, leap into the water and enjoy the comforting embrace, but something held you there. It wasn't Rio's hand, nor Agatha's piercing gaze.

Even as you tried to pick your feet up off the wooden deck, you failed. It was as if you were stuck in place. Frustration boiled in your stomach as time passed on and your brows furrowed.

The waves crashed against the ship, seemingly more aggressive in tune to your emotions. Tears of resentment pooled in your eyes and your fists clenched.

"Why?" you croaked, "Why not just let me go?"

Rio's lip teased the column of your throat, and you shrugged her off while your heart pounded in your chest. You could practically feel her smirk even though you couldn't see her. The movement of her lips felt personal although you didn't know why, it felt as if it meant more, but you didn't know why. Her arms slowly circled around your waist, tugging you even closer and trapping you.

"Because you're too sweet to let go," she whispered against your skin. Your lip wobbled as she squeezed you tight and kept her palms flat against your stomach. Dolphins surfaced, their fins peeking through the top of the water as they leapt and dived happily. It irked you that you couldn't be there with them. You used to swim with dolphins every chance you got, swerving through you their pods like an obstacle course.

The thought only made your eyes burn further and your heart tighten.

"I want to go home."

You hated how broken your voice sounded, how cracked it was. Desperation leaked through as you felt a tear fall. Another human weakness. It trailed down your cheek and you felt Agatha's hands cup your face, turning you towards her. Blue eyes, shimmering with desire, met yours. Except hers weren’t filled with tears. Agatha’s hands were so gentle on your face, kinder than she should be.

Her thumb wiped away the fallen tear with a soft smile, one that almost hid the sharp look in her eyes, "This is your home."

#agatha harkness x reader #rio vidal x reader #rio x you #agatha x reader #aaa week

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 6 months ago

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Private Screening

23/12: Home Videos and Voyeurism - Billy Washington Word Count: 1.5k~ | Warnings: masturbation (m), voyeurism, home videos of sexual acts, smut

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Fuck work Christmas parties, Billy thinks with displeasure as he slobs across the sofa, half a can of Stella in one hand, the remote control in the other.

He felt a bit pathetic missing her after only a few hours. Suppose that was the worst bit about having a girlfriend that was also your best mate. But it did sound a bit precious when he thought about it like that.

The choice in TV shows didn't exactly sour him to pass the time either. It was that crappy few days between the last of the working year and Christmas, and there was sweet fuck all on tele.

Turning the volume down on a Christmas special of First Dates he glances outside, seeing that it's just begun to rain and he pulls lazily at one side of the curtains just enough to obscure his flat from passersbys on the street.

Propping up to fish his phone out his pocket, he scrolls mindlessly for a bit on Instagram Reels. But even then, the doomscrolling and repetitive music his algorithm thinks he likes gets boring fast.

A messenger bubble pop up on his screen.

‘missing me baby? 😘’

He huffs a short laugh, typing with one hand.

‘Bored out of my mind’

She reads it immediately, and the three bubbles feel like edging.

‘I’m sure you'll find a way to entertain yourself 😉’

Cheeky, he thinks with that warm feeling in his stomach. She knew how bricked up he was when he saw her leaving, in that velvety dress he always likes her to keep on when they come home and pull each other needily to the bedroom.

With a heaved sigh, he uses one hand to pull the buttons of his jeans apart, then the zip and slides his hand into his boxers, stroking his currently soft member while he found something to ‘entertain’ himself to.

The locked folder in his photos app was a godless place.

He blinked as the face recognition granted him access, his cock stirring in his palm when he was greeted by video after video and photo after photo.

Some, just her.

Some, both of them.

His breath hitches at some of the previews. It was something he started getting into to about six months into dating her. She was much more willing to discuss what she was into sexually than his other girlfriends, and he supposes it rubbed off on him.

And when he suggested if it was okay if he recorded them during sex, he'd never seen that naughty gleam in her eyes so bright before.

Like most things it was awkward at first. The first time they tried, she kept laughing nervously, her cheeks flushed as she covered her face and body with her hands. “I feel weird,” she had said, glancing briefly at his phone camera in one hand.

But when he reassured her that the videos and photos he had of her went absolutely nowhere beyond his eyes only, she was more...confident. She'd tease him when he started recording, cast sultry glances over her shoulder and pull him close to whisper ungodly things for his ears only.

His heart rate kicked up as his thumb hovered over one video in particular, remembering how she’d looked that night. Her skin glowing in the low light, her lips parted in soft moans, her eyes locked on his like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

He tapped on the video, and immediately the screen came alive with her image. The frame started with her face, soft and radiant, her lips curved into a teasing smile as she leaned closer to the camera. Her eyes, half-lidded and filled with mischief, sparkled as she adjusted the angle, her voice a low murmur, “You better enjoy this later.”

She laid back, clad only in the lacy black bra and underwear set he loved so much. The fabric was so delicate it barely covered her entirely, teasing more than hiding really.

She was looking up at him, the movement of the camera making it obvious he was on top of her. The video caught the slow, deliberate rhythm of his hips moving against hers. Her body writhed beneath him, her chest rising and falling with each deep, shuddering breath.

Her moans were soft at first, little gasps and whimpers as she adjusted to the fullness of him. “Billy, you feel so good,” she whispered. His pace quickened slightly, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room alongside her cries of pleasure.

He watched the video as his hand made its way down her front, kneading one breast before travelling downwards, his breath catching slightly as the angle caught a glimpse of the way he disappeared inside her over and over.

He adjusted slightly, pushing her knee back to change the angle, and the gasp she let out was enough to make his breath catch as he watched. “Right there, baby,” she murmured, her voice breaking into a moan as he thrust deeper—

Fuck.

That's where the video ends.

He'd clearly been so caught up in the moment that he'd abandoned the video.

But keen to keep up the building heat in his stomach, he swiped to the next. The feeling coiling tighter at the new video.

This time she was on her hands and knees, the view was tantalising, the curve of her spine leading down to where he was behind her, his hand firmly holding her hip. Her body moved in time with his thrusts, rocking forward with every deep push, and the sound of her breathless moans filled the otherwise quiet apartment.

Her head turned slightly toward the camera, and her eyes were glazed with lust, her lips parted as she gasped his name. “Harder,” she whispered, her voice raw and needy.

He stroked himself tighter, harder. So fucking close.

On the screen, she reached back, her fingers brushing against his thigh, urging him on. “Don’t stop,” she gasped.

And her voice was what finally sent him over the edge.

As the video reached its peak, he pulled back slightly, his hands sliding from her hips to the small of her back as he drove into her one last time. Her moans hit a crescendo, her body shuddering as she buried her face into the pillow.

His own hips stuttered, squeezing himself hard towards the tip, warmth coating his knuckles as he came.

The last few seconds of the video showed him pulling out, her body still trembling as he finished on her lower back, his pearly release glistening on her skin. She turned her head toward the camera with a sly, breathless smile, her voice soft but teasing as she said, “You’re cleaning that up, you know.”

He looked down at himself, chest heaving, and thought with a soft, tired chuckle, ‘yeah, no shit.’

He let his phone flop against his stomach as he laid his head back against the sofa, spent, boneless, with his softening cock loose in his palm.

“Am I interrupting something?”

He nearly jumped out of his fucking skin. His hand pulling so quickly out of his boxers out of sheer reflex, he was immediately brought back to the heart-wrenching moments his mum would enter his room without knocking.

But luckily, it was her.

She was smiling against the doorway, arms crossed and smug, her coat over the hook in the doorway.

“Fucking hell, babe, how long have you been there?” his voice was shaky, trying with sheer willpower alone to reduce his heart rate.

“Long enough,” she said, her voice dripping with teasing satisfaction.

Her gaze flicked down to his lap, and he followed it instinctively, moving quickly to pull his boxers back up, but too flustered to do up the buttons of his jeans. There was something both embarrassing and exhilarating at the prospect she'd been at the door, quite blatantly, watching him pleasure himself to her image.

She huffed a laugh and stepped into the room, deliberately swaying her hips, eyes darkening slightly as she stood in front of him. He could tell she was flushed from a few drinks, but not enough to be drunk. Just enough for her inhibitions to waver, and her confidence skyrocket.

“I’m guessing you were watching one of those videos,” she mused.

He swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very exposed. “Maybe.”

She smirked, pulling the hem of her dress up so she was able to straddle his lap, relishing the hitch in his breath. “Which one?” she asked, casually, her arms slung over his shoulders, as if she were just taking a seat.

“The, uh…” He cleared his throat, trying to focus. “The one where you’re on your hands and knees.”

“Oh,” she teased, drawing the word out. “That one.”

She placed the phone on the coffee table. “Well,” she murmured, her hands sliding up his chest, “since you clearly couldn’t wait for me…how about we make a new one?”

He felt his body zing with excitement, but his cheeks quickly flushed at the realisation he'd only just…

She caught the look, “or do the soldiers need time to recuperate?”

Billy snorted, a boyish, albeit, embarrassed smile lighting up his face. “Uh, give me like…five minutes.”

With a barely suppressed smirk, she clambered off him and made for the bedroom. “I'll be waiting!”

“Keep the dress on!”

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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hello!! i loved your cregan x martell!reader work sm 😭😭 could you plz bless us with another one? i'm so curious about this pairing, was their marriage arranged or a love match? does little rickon exist in this au? what abt the war?

i'd be delighted to read more about them, if you're willing to write, of course :) thank you in advance!! i adore your writing <3

Heat

You take your husband to Dorne for your sister's wedding. He fairs horribly in the heat.

Cregan Stark x Martell!Reader | 600< | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, dramatic!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: HI NONNIE! this was my firs req since i closed em so YAY US (and it took me so long to write it lmao). it's just a lil blurb but i hope you like it! also this is the fic in question.

Tagging: @sloanexx

The Lord of Winterfell was leading the travelling party. We were deep in Dorne; Sunspear was already within view. And although the fearsome wolf of the North was not one you could easily defeat, he was steadily losing to the dessert sun.

"Cregan," I call out from my horse beside him, "you will get sun burnt if you keep your back bare."

The Warden of the North had one by one removed the clothes off his back. His face, chest, and back was flush and irritated in more ways than one as he looked at me, "and if I put a shirt on," his brows furrow, "I will faint because of the heat."

With a groan, I remove the silk shawl off my shoulders and I steer my horse closer to his. I place the the fabric on his burning flesh, immediately making him whimper. He shrug it off, "I'm sweaty."

"Cregan," I glare and grab my shawl before it drops, "you're overheating."

He rides faster.

"Cregan," I follow, "come here."

He gallops off as quickly as possible, running straight towards the gates of Sunspear. I am taken aback by his sudden fleeing. I look over to the rest of the party, all of which were Northerners equally melting in the heat, and decide to gallop into Sunspear as well for their sake.

Upon my arrival, I was greeted by many people, all of which expressed their delight to see me again. I greet them with glee as I dismount. I instruct the servants to attend to the men and give them something to cool off with.

"Sister!"

"Sister," I call back with a smile.

My younger sister, Calliope, embraces me and kisses my cheeks. I return her affection and brush her hair behind her ear, "you have grown more radiant since last I saw you, my love. Your groom is blessed to have you."

She giggles, "as is yours" she looks me up and down, "is this a glow of an expecting mother?"

"If it be the will of the gods," I smile and link arms with her, "Lord Stark has been most ardent in his duties."

We share a laugh.

Calliope leans in and raises a brow, "you should have brought a bit of snow with you, sister. I think your wolf has jumped into garden fountain."

"He what?"

My sister and I run off to the gardens, and sure enough, there laid the hulking man, body barely even submerged into the water.

"Cregan!" I snap, releasing my sister to fish out my husband, "you giant oaf!"

The man slowly sits up. He wipes water away from his face and smiles, "hello, beautiful wife."

"Get out of the fountain."

He spits out water.

"There are many pools in Sunspear where you actually fit," I reach a hand out.

He crawls over and takes my hand, only to pull me closer and kiss me. His dripping hand comes to my cheek. I whimper. He pulls away and smiles, "will you be joining me?"

I press my lips into a line, "get out of the pool, Stark."

The water sloshes as he gets on his knees and climbs out, "yes, Stark."

Water spills and drips onto the floor as Cregan stands next to me. My sister, Calliope, giggles from behind me. The man looks at her as she speaks, "it might do you well to know the nights at Dorne are cooler, my lord."

I make a face and pull my skirt away when it begins to absorb the pooling fountain water. Cregan notices this and grabs me by the waist, pulling me tightly against him.

"Cregan!"

He smirks and kisses my neck. I glare at him and he smirks at my sister, "I should hope so. My lady keeps me warm at night."

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mistywaves98 · 1 year ago

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REQUESTING A PART TWO FOR SIREN SCARA? U GOT ME ADDICTED I LOVE HIM HES SO PERFECT <3333

Maybe he can turn into a human on land? I wouldnt mind hiding him from some hunters just for him to find us in our room/boat later <3

I've so many asks begging for more siren! Scara lmao, but I can't blame any of you, he is perfect 🙏🏻🙏🏻

✧･ﾟ:* ->Siren! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Pet name is used twice ('little captain'), Brief fingering, Sub! Reader, Dom! Character!

That old hag of a sea witch was pretty sketchy, but at least he can traverse land freely now, is what Scaramouche thought to himself as he cautiously practiced walking for the first time on the shoreline. So this is how humans move about everyday? Scaramouche figured that being able to zip around beneath the waves was much more efficient, but he would have to get used to these legs for a while if he was hoping to meet you again.

Despite having a human lower half, that didn't change the fact he still retained most of his sirenic features. And of course that was bound to be a nuisance. And a nuisance it was as Scaramouche found himself being persued by a group of hunters who only saw him as a walking money bag. He barely managed to get away, ducking into a dark alley way as they ran straight past.

Coincidentally, the building also happened to be the same seaside inn he saw you staying at. Scaramouche glanced up and saw the an open window illuminated by the glow of a lantern that no doubt lead to your room.

The last thing you were expecting as you curled up on your bed, reading a book peacefully, was to see someone climbing through your window with a grin on his face which showcased rows of sharp teeth. It didn't take long for his identity to click in your mind though as your eyes widened, slowly placing down your book as you sat up, "Scaramouche...?"

His smiled seemed to widen at your recognition as he wasted no time in crawling onto your bed, hastily pinning you down with his body. He leaned down, licking the shell of your ear sensually as he whispered,"Yes, my little captain. It's me, surprised? I knew you'd be. I went through quite a bit of trouble to get you, so I don't suppose you'll let me reward myself a bit now, do you?" Scaramouche's eager hands fiddled with the hem of your pants, already hooking his fingers around the waistband to pull them down.

You blushed at his forwardness, still in slight shock that the siren who was supposed to be sea-bound was now pinning you to your bed and begging for your pussy. But you weren't complaining but the urge to tease him for his eagerness was too strong,"Oh— Not even a hello..? You know, it's pretty rude to just climb through one's windows without notice," Scaramouche chuckled at that, bringing up a hand to grab your face, nails digging into the soft skin as he spoke in a tone that contrasted his deathly grip,"Trying to tease me now, are you? It's all fun and games till I'm the one teasing you with the thought of cumming. Is that what you want? For me to edge you till you cry?"

Your answer didn't really matter to him, all his mind was focused on was getting to put his dick in your pussy. Before you could get another word out, he used his nails to slice away your pants and underwear, leaving them in shreds as your folds glistened in all their glory. His pupils narrowed at the sight, red splashing his cheeks as he looked up to meet your embarrassed face,"So you wanted to 'take it slow' while you're practically dripping for my cock. Ironic, isn't it?"

Scaramouche dragged his index along your slit, gathering your slick before bringing it up for you to see. The way he was taunting you about your own arousal made you bite your lip as you shifted uncomfortably, hands fisting the sheets. The siren revelled in your movement, it was like holding the little fish he would catch and eat for dinner, so wriggly and desperate.

Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, knuckle deep before pumping them in and out at a steady pace. You inhaled sharply, face heating up,"Scara—!" "Mm.. Yes, my little captain, say my name like that.." His fingers worked their way inside of you, occasionally doing scissor motions to try and loosen you up in preparation for taking his cock. When he decided that he'd done enough prep, he removed his fingers from your gaping hole, watching it clench around nothing as you attempted to protest.

A hand covered your mouth to silence you before you suddenly feel a stinging burn in your lower half as he penetrates you, bottoming out immediately. He groaned as your walls clenched around him, he'd never felt anything like it before. And he wants more, he wants to feel your walls convulse around him forever. Scaramouche holds your hip with one hand, the other moving from your mouth to push down on your chest as he thrusts into you, albeit a bit sloppy at first but eventually picking up a pace, going deep and hard.

Your breath struggles to stay even as you grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself. Each roll of his hips against yours sends you to heaven and back, the room filling with the sounds of your moans and skin on skin. Your orgasm is inevitable, and you let him know through gasps and cries for more,"Ahn...! C-cumming—! Nngh..—!" Scaramouche's grip on your hips tightened as he heard that, fins twitching with anticipation as he muttered huskily,"Do it. I wanna watch you come undone on my cock.."

He didn't need to repeat himself as you felt the knot in your stomach snap, cunt clenching around him one last time before coating the base of his length with a creamy white ring. The look of utter bliss on your face as you came made him come too, pace faltering as he buried his load inside of you. When his thrusts finally came to a stop, he let himself collapse on top of you, nuzzling the crook of your neck as he engulfed you with his arms.

Scaramouche didn't bother to pull out, preferring to just lay there with you as you both panted heavily, basking in the aftermath of your actions. Your body twitched, thighs trembling as you take a few minutes to process what just happened. His seed is still hot inside you, making your lower half feel warm,"That..that was amazing.." You managed to whisper, a low hum coming from him in response.

You felt a combination of his tongue licking and teeth nibbling a fold of skin on your neck, his face flushing as he tasted the salty tinge of your sweat,"Mhm...It's worth taking the risk to see you. I'll be doing that more often from now on.."

"So expect a lot of surprise visits from me. Maybe I'll even bother saying 'hi' this time.."

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dragonnarrative-writes · 1 year ago

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Really Good Neighbors

NSFW under the cut

CW: 18+, f!reader, embarrassment, dead batteries, mentions of falling in the shower, oral and manual stimulation (reader receiving)

It hadn’t even been a bad day. Tiring, sure. A bit tedious. It wasn’t until you dropped your keys as you were trying to unlock your door that you realize you’re on the verge of tears. You stare down at them for a beat that turns into three.

“You good?

The voice startles you. You look up and see Kyle, one of your favorite neighbors, at his own door. He must have arrived home from a deployment, but you didn’t know he was back. He always looks good, but right now he looks good-good, skin glowing and hair freshly cut, so he’s been home at least a day.

Kyle has always been really nice to you. Always helping to carry your groceries when he’s in town. Flirty, in a young and confident and kind of pushy way, but sweet, too. He’s invited you to the roof for “wine dates” so often that you actually bought some string lights to decorate. He’s never done more than buzz a kiss against your cheek, so you know it’s just good fun. You’re glad he’s back. Maybe you’ll invite him up to the roof this weekend.

The curious look on his face gets a bit concerned and you realize that you’ve missed your cue to answer.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you say, with a smile that doesn’t feel at all convincing. “Just… you know. A long day. Work is… yeah. You know?”

He gives you an easy grin. “Yeah, I get it. You need anything?”

“An uncomplicated orgasm, a nap, and a burger,” you say before you can stop yourself. It’s the mantra that’s gotten you through the day. As soon as it’s out of your mouth you want to die. “Oh, god, please ignore me. I’m so sorry.”

He cracks up, which you guess is not the worst reaction he could have. You dive for your keys and unlock your door as quickly as you can. You toss him a little wave before retreating into your apartment.

The first order of business is a shower, to wash off the frustration and embarrassment. Of course, you only realize you’re out of the good body wash after you’re already under the water. Which is fine until you realize that you also forgot to grab a towel. You do an awkward waddle to the laundry and grab a towel for your body, and shamefully mop up your drippings using and hand towel and your feet. At least your hair isn’t wet - a single towel will get the job done.

After toweling off and lotioning, you discover that your favorite sex toy isn’t charged, and you forgot to put batteries in the backup. The cord to the plug in is on the fritz and you haven’t had the money to replace it. So you have to dig up the third runner up. The simple bullet vibrator turns on, thank god. It’s not the best, but it'll have to do. So you retrieve another towel to lay out on the bed and get ready for an indulgent evening.

As you scroll through your favorite site to find something just right, you feel like maybe today doesn’t have to suck. In fact, as you cue up one of your favorite videos, you sigh out almost all of the tension in your body.

And then the batteries in the vibrator die.

You feel like screaming and throwing something. Unfortunately, the thing you throw is the toy, which clatters against the wall, falls behind the bed, and starts buzzing away as if to mock you. You grab a pillow and yell into it long and hard before going to fish it out from under the bed.

You try really hard not to think of the fact that you share this wall with Kyle. Hopefully he was heading out and not coming home.

A knock on your door, just as you’ve finally caught the damn thing and turned it off startles you. You spin in place for a moment, caught between the urge to answer the door, the realization that you’re still naked, and needing to wash your hand and the dusty vibrator.

You throw the vibrator in the bathroom sink and rinse your hand before grabbing the still damp towel from the rack and wrapping it around yourself. Another knock makes you put on a burst of speed and wrench the door open. “Yeah, sorry, what?”

Kyle is on the other side of the door, hand raised to knock again. Behind him, a very tall, very muscular blond man blinks down at you. He’s vaguely familiar - a friend of Kyle’s you’ve only seen in passing. You can tell he’s smirking even behind his black surgical mask.

“Just wanted to check and see if you were okay,” Kyle says, giving you an obvious once over. You're very aware that your towel is not bath-sheet sized and you’re flashing a lot of skin. “Kind of sounded like you were having a hard time, thought you might have fallen in the shower.”

“Nope!” you exclaim. When the blond’s eyes scan you from head to toe, you kind of wish you had. “All good! Thanks!”

“What place?” The huge blond man asks. He pulls his phone out of his pocket.

You answer with an ever intelligent, “What?”

“You said you want a burger earlier. What place did you want the burger from?”

You feel your face flush. “Oh, you heard that? No, it’s okay. I don’t-”

Kyle interrupts. “Hey, you’re having a real rough day. Simon and I can treat my favorite neighbor to dinner.”

“The place doesn’t deliver here,” you say, helplessly. “Really, it’s fine.”

“Didn’t ask if they deliver, love,” says the blond giant named Simon. His brown eyes are amused when they meet yours. “Just asked where.”

Your legs are quickly getting cold in the breeze from the hall. That has to be why your knees are suddenly shaky. “Lucky Chip?”

Kyle grins. “Perfect. Love that place. You like the El Chapo, right? Side of garlic aioli?”

“Why do you know that?” you ask helplessly.

Simon finishes whatever he’s doing on his phone and glides away on long legs. His back is so broad, you’re not sure how you managed not to see him if he was around earlier. Over his shoulder, he says, “Back in a tick.”

“Copy,” Kyle answers. He grins at you. “An orgasm, you said? Just the one?”

“What?” You’re saying that a lot today.

Kyle’s smile is gorgeous as he leans his shoulder against the door jam. “Simon’s getting you your burger. I’m offering you that uncomplicated orgasm.”

Maybe you did fall in the shower. Bouncing your head off of the tile is the only way you can explain your brain coming up with this scenario. “You want… to have sex?”

“I want to eat you out and finger your cunt until you’re nice and relaxed,” Kyle purrs. His grin gets wider when you blush and stammer at him. “Then, you’re taking a nap. Simon’ll be back with your burger. After that, you let us know. He definitely wants a taste, though.”

All you can manage is, “What the fuck?”

“If you’re not into it, I can leave you alone,” Kyle assures you. He leans closer and takes the hand that you’re using to brace against the door jam. He brings it up and brushes his lips against your knuckles. "Won’t mention it again. I’ll be a perfect gentleman. But we’ve been playing this flirting game for almost a year now, so I’m pretty sure you want it.”

“Of course I want to! But-! You’re… I’m not-!” You grope for words and finally settle on, “I’m really not at my best.”

“Not real fussed about that right now, babes. I’ll take you on a proper date tomorrow night if you like. For right now,” he leans in, uses your hand to draw you close. “I just want to see if you taste as good as I imagine.”

Kyle kisses like he knows what he wants. One hand cradles your chin as he guides you a few steps backward into your apartment. The hand holding yours draws your arm up over his shoulder, and then his hands are everywhere. You have just a moment to realize what’s going to happen before your towel falls. Kyle groans into your mouth. His hands are gentle but firm where they glide over your curves. And then he takes a handful of your love handles in his palm and moans.

His hand catches your chin as he stares in your eyes. “Couch or bed?”

It takes you a moment to understand. “Bed?”

“Let’s go, then,” he practically growls. He turns you with his grip on your hip and slaps your ass. You jump. And then he’s herding you down the hall. He doesn’t waste any time pushing you up against the wall to kiss, though you half expect him to. He does, however, crowd you down against the bed with kisses until you’re on your back under him, legs spread around his hips.

His body feels even better than you’d ever imagined it would under your hands. Even through his clothes, he’s muscular. You can feel the power in his triceps as he braces himself over you. Which makes sense, but you never thought you’d ever experience his strength firsthand.

He pulls away to pant against your mouth. “Can feel you starting to think. Guess I’d better distract you.”

Before you can ask “what?” for the umpteenth time, his lips are on your neck. The contrast between the gentleness of his hands against your ribcage and the sucking kisses on your neck makes you moan.

It’s been a long time since your body felt this lit up, this quickly. Just minutes ago, you’d been sure the universe was conspiring against you. Now, you’re gasping and moaning and too caught up to be embarrassed. Every time you think you’re getting more control of yourself, he surprises another sound from you.

He doesn’t spend much time on your chest. A quick kiss to each nipple, and then he’s making his way down your stomach with kisses and bites. His hands are firm and keep you from squirming away when he buries his face in your stomach for a moment.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he says as he slides off the side of the bed and onto his knees. “Swear, the thought of you got me through this last deployment. Can’t-”

Whatever he was going to say is lost because he practically dives into you. His mouth would be too much, too fast any other time. Right now, though? It’s exactly what you need. He’s a bit too preoccupied to comment on how wet you already are, thank goodness. At the same time, his appreciative groans and the obscene sounds his mouth makes against you are so loud that your ears burn.

When he latches onto your clit and works his tongue against it, you almost levitate off the bed. Your hands grab onto both sides of his head. ��Kyle!”

He pulls away just long enough to ask, “Fingers?”

All you can do is nod. His lips are back on you before your head can fall back onto the bed. He presses two fingers into you, carefully at first, then all at once when your body opens for him. He thrusts a couple of times, but switches to massaging your g-spot with immediate accuracy. You don’t even have time to think, Holy shit!, before your orgasm is rushing up on you.

You expect him to pull away completely. Instead, he eases you down from your peak with gentle kisses. He’s whispering something you can’t hear over the rushing in your ears. All you can do is pant at the ceiling.

The force of it knocks the breath out of you. You’re pretty sure you wheeze something along the lines of wait, or god, or Kyle! For his part, he keeps groaning as he rides out your writhing. His tongue doesn’t stop, his fingers just keep going until you’re frantically tapping at his hair, his hands, struggling for breath enough to ask him to let up.

He stands to smile down at you, facial hair wet with you. You realize that your eyes are having trouble focusing. “You alright, beautiful?”

A full body shiver has you clenching on the fingers that are still inside of you. Words escape you, so you hum an affirmative. And then yawn so hard your jaw cracks.

Kyle just laughs. “Oh, yeah, you need that nap.”

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“No, babes, nothing to be sorry about,” he says, gently extracting his hand from between your legs. He hushes you as you whine and lifts your legs to get you settled on the bed. Then he climbs in beside you. “There, that’s better. Just need to be taken care of tonight, huh? Had a rough week?”

Sex doesn’t always make you emotional, but now you’re blinking back tears. Your voice is wobbly when you say, “Y-eah.”

“I know babes, I know,” he says, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. “Let’s have a cuddle, and you can take a nap. I’ll wake you for dinner. Won’t have to worry about anything.”

You’re asleep before he can finish talking.

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lyvhie · 1 year ago

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love your fics so far, maybe you could make some haechan fluff? like, just reader telling that she loves him 🥺

sweetener | ldh

boyfriend!haechan x gn!reader

summary: you just want to show your boyfriend how important he is to you.

a/n: hiii, anon! i'm sorry it took so long, i did not forget about you!!! i hope you like it <3. guys, let's just pretend i'm not late to haechan's bday? thank you vm thank you.

cw: fluff, a huge use of "i love you" bcs... i love him i guess i'm sorry guys, a little tiny bit suggestive at the end, pet names (& lmk if i missed smth!).

you were utterly exhausted, overwhelmed by your job's demanding nature. all you longed for was the warmth and security of your boyfriend's embrace, the comfort of his presence.

a weary sigh escaped your lips as you fished the key from your pocket, unlocking the door to his apartment. "hyuck, i'm home," you murmured, tossing your bag carelessly onto the couch before heading to the bedroom in search of him.

he was there, already clad in the softest clothes he owned and lounging on the bed, engrossed in some amusing videos he had stumbled upon. yet, hearing your voice call out his name, he quickly switched off the screen and sat upright, eagerly anticipating your arrival.

"hey baby, there you are," he greeted, a warm smile spreading across his face as he opened his arms, ready to envelop you in a comforting embrace. you forced a weary smile, your exhaustion palpable. without a moment's hesitation, you gently flung yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"hi, love," you whispered softly, the vibration of your voice echoing against his skin as you cuddled close.

he let out a hearty laugh, amused by how quickly you came to hug him. he then tightened his hold around you as he effortlessly toppled back onto the bed, his hands gliding gently up and down your frame as he whispered softly into your hair.

"rough day?" he softly inquired, his touch a soothing balm against the weariness that clung to you.

"that would be an euphemism," you sighed, your breath fanning against his neck. "my boss has been a pain in the ass," you continued, nuzzling closer to him. "and being apart from you just adds to the misery," you murmur, your voice tinged with a hint of longing. "seriously, what could possibly be worse than that?”

he playfully tilted his head to the side, his arms cinching snugly around your form, pulling your body tight against his own. then, he released a theatrical sigh, his voice laced with mock distress.

"oh, how shall i ever recover from learning the depths of your yearning for me throughout the day?” he cupped your face on his hands. “what possible remedy could exist for such a woeful separation?"

you let out a lighthearted scoff and rolled your eyes at his words, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "instead of making jokes, you should be helping me recuperate from the long hours we spent apart," you responded with a cheeky glint in your eyes.

he chuckled softly, his affectionate teasing evident as he responded, "oh, how foolish of me to deny such a request from my needy love,” he then leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your lips, making your heart flutter. the kiss lingered for a sweet moment, leaving you blissfully content. "did that do the trick for now?”

you stood there, silently watching him with an adoring smile, as if beholding the most precious treasure in the world. "what?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in slight confusion. "why are you looking at me as if i were a puppy in a box in the middle of the street, and you desperately wished to take me home?”

you couldn't help but burst into melodic laughter, shaking your head gently as you cradled his face in your hands, your eyes drinking in every detail of him.

"i'm just thinking about how much i love you," you murmured softly, your thumbs tenderly caressing his cheeks. "seriously, i love you so much, babe," your eyes glowed with sincerity, a love-filled gaze that seemed to radiate from within. "you make me so happy, make me feel like the luckiest person alive to have you by my side. it's..." your voice trailed off, searching for the right words, but struggle to find them. instead, your thumb continued to gently caress his cheeks as you sighed, "surreal."

he was surprised by how romantic you were suddenly getting for no reason, but he was happy to see that you felt so strongly about him. he wrapped his arms around you and rolled so that he was on top of you, his face inches from yours.

“well, you make me so happy too,” he kissed the tip of your nose. “you make me so goddamn happy, you have no idea… i’m so madly in love with you, it’s honestly insane to me,” his laughter, a joyous sound, filled the air.

you followed him closely, your smile filled with tender affection, your eyes practically turning into hearts. "me too," you echoed softly. "i am madly, uncontrollably in love with you," a sweet giggle escaped your lips as you added, "you're absolutely amazing, my love. i adore every single thing about you. i love you with all my heart.”

he smiled down at your words, loving the way you were looking at him and the absolute sincerity in your voice. his heart was basically melting right then and there, he couldn’t get sick of hearing that you loved him, he needed it to fuel his days.

“baby... you’re not being fair you know, i’m supposed to be the one making you feel like that, not the other way around…” he laughed softly and kissed you once more, trying to get you to stop with all of the compliments

"no, it really isn't fair," you agreed, chuckling softly. "i feel like i don't express my love for you enough, and i should be telling you how much you mean to me every single day,” you sighed softly and gently squished his cheeks, looking into his eyes as you continued, "you're truly amazing, and that's putting it lightly. god, i love you so much it's ridiculous!”

“okay, okay, i get it!” he began peppering kisses over every inch of your face, saying in between each one, "you love me," he moved on to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and the corners of your mouth, adding, "you really, really love me,” then, he kissed your lips once more, pausing and grinning before continuing, "i'm incredible. you're in love with me,” another kiss. "you're obsessed with me." another kiss. "you want to marry me.”

he chuckled softly as he finished with a playful grin, leaning in and pressing one final kiss on your lips before you could say something back, this one lingering for a few moments. his lips moved against yours, prolonging the touch before he eventually pulled away, a soft smile still on his face.

this time, it was his turn to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his voice soft and muffled as he mumbled against your skin, "are you okay, love? why are you suddenly so affectionate?"

he had grown used to your sweet, comforting nature, yet he could never quite shake his surprise at how attuned you were to his emotional needs. you always seemed to know exactly when he needed a few kind words to ease whatever worries or concerns he was grappling with.

you let out a lighthearted giggle, gently stroking his hair with your fingers. "of course i’m okay," you reassured him. "i just felt like telling you how important you are to me!" your voice softened even more as you continued, "because i love you so much, and you absolutely deserve to hear it as often as possible!”

“god, you are such a cheeseball,” he teased, smiling and nuzzling his face in your neck as you scratched his hair, absolutely relishing your love and attention to him. "i'm the one who's incredibly lucky to have you by my side, even when i'm not being the best partner i could be. thank you for staying, thank you for believing in me.”

his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he nestled against you. "i don't deserve you," he murmured into your skin. "you’ve stood by me through everything, and i’m thankful every single day for having you in my life. i don’t know where i’d be without you, honestly. you make my life so much better by just existing, you know that?”

you pulled him away from your neck and pinched his cheeks. he playfully winced, his voice laced with feigned agony. “alright, alright, i get it!" he chuckled, placing his hands over yours to stop your actions. "and here i thought i was being poetic!"

you laughed and rolled your eyes. "i'm serious, though," you said, trying to keep a straight face despite the smile that threatened to overtake it. “you're everything i could ever want and more. you make me feel loved and cherished every single day, and i wouldn't trade our time together for anything. you're perfect, and i don't want to hear another word about you feeling undeserving. you're mine, and i wouldn't have it any other way.”

he looked at you in silence for a few seconds, a sly smile forming on his lips. then, he spoke up, his voice dropping to a sultry tone. "you know how sexy you sounded right now?" his eyebrows raised, and he continued, a playful glint in his eyes. "honestly, i’m tempted to throw away all our plans for the night and skip straight to the bedroom instead.”

with a light-hearted chuckle, you playfully pushed him away, making him roll onto his back in the bed.

"we're already in the bedroom, you dummy," you teased, still laughing as you climbed off the bed. "and no," you continued, sticking out your tongue playfully, "we're going to stick to our agreement. i'm going to take a shower, and then we'll watch dramas together. no exceptions.”

he whined in protest, making a dramatic show of complying. "fine, fine," he grumbled, rising to his feet and following you into the bathroom. he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

with a playful smirk, you raised your eyebrows as his lips found your neck. "umm, excuse me, sir," you questioned, a hint of jest in your voice. "what are you up to now?" you inquired, enjoying the feeling of his soft pecks on your skin.

he pressed against your neck, nuzzling softly. "since we're both being so affectionate today," he began, his voice dripping with charm, "why not show you how much i love you? and no worries, i won't be skipping our night of cuddles, dramas, and snacks. instead, we'll simply... take a shower together. nothing more, i promise. just want to keep the closeness going.”

you knew very well that when it came to showers with donghyuck, there was always more to look forward to than just washing up. but who were you to complain, really? and besides, there was no way you could deny the growing heat in your chest or the way your heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of his touch.

you paused for a moment, pretending to consider his suggestion before replying with a playfully stern tone. "alright," you agreed with a mock-serious expression. "but let me make this clear: one wrong move, and i’m kicking you out of this shower. you heard me?” the smirk on your face betrayed your actual feelings, and both of you knew that your threat was an empty one.

he chuckled softly at your warning, his hands roaming over your body with a teasing touch. "oh, really?" he responded with feigned disappointment. "and here i was thinking you'd enjoy some extra attention," he sighed exaggeratedly, acting as if he were conceding. "but i suppose i'll have to behave myself then," he agreed, his voice dripping with playful compliance. either way, he wasn't worried. he knew you couldn’t resist him.

#haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #donghyuck fluff #haechan fluff #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct scenarios

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yanderefarm · 6 months ago

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yandere merman x reader

cw;; blood, injury, drowning mention

the waves crash like thunder against the rocky shore of your lighthouse, in the sky it seems like the gods themselves are raging as another bolt of lightning rips through the clouds. the gods would have every right to bring their fury down on you right now and maybe once you put the last stitch in you'll be struck dead where you stand.

about an hour ago before the storm really hit your brother's fishing boat docked and he beelined to your home. he and his men carrying a tub with the most beautiful creature you had ever seen inside. a mermaid that looked dead if not on the brink, its body bloodied by their equipment and a far more deadly cut along its stomach. "can you save it?" your brother had pleaded like he hadn't been the one to commit the sin. you grabbed your first aid kit and went to work, carefully sewing up the mermaid's deeper cuts. you gently washed and bandaged a shark bite buried in his shoulder while you were at it. and as you were about to put your first aid kit away he woke up.

it all happened in a blur. first the mermaid woke up and promptly panicked. then in his panic he attacked you. your brother and his friends hearing the sound ran into the room to find the mermaid with a knife to your neck. the creature, desperate to return to the water slammed his body into the window until it broke and you two dropped into the rocky depths below. you were now being held tightly in the merman's grip as he swam against the current deeper into the ocean.

you were certain that either the waves or the lack of oxygen would be your death but it didn't come. the merman held you tight all the way into a cave. only letting you go after he had made sure everything was safe. he force fed you some kind of glowing seaweed and finally you felt yourself feel a little bit calmer. things were finally relaxed.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT???" you shouted at your kidnapper. the merman growled back at you.

"shut up human. you're a healer, yes? heal." he laid back against the cave walls and showed you where one of his cuts had reopened. he was lucky all of them hadn't. it looked like he'd hit some rocks when his body had hit the waves because he had a few bruises along his tail and around his cut.

you let out a heavy sigh. "i left my first aid kit back at my house on land."

despite that you still swam over to him and gently touched the wound. the merman growled again, scowling at you.

"there's probably some kind of bandage you use down here right? let me try to find-"

"dont leave." his voice was serious and angry and he had a bruising grip on your arm.

"you're my prey." he growled again. "give me a moment to rest then we will go to my home."

you could already tell arguing with him was a bad idea.

#yandere oc #yandere merman #yandere x darling #yandere x male reader #yandere x reader #yandere ideas #yandere imagines

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im-so-tired-sorry · 2 months ago

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Tasi’s Lake

fantasy!Katsuki Bakugo x gn!reader

i will always save you part II // part I here

an: request by @ashthesalamipiece. again this is based off the kiribaku fantasy series by Yuzuya on yt! but, like the last part , this will primarily be bakugo x reader, kirishima is here for wingman vibes and moral support. lowley created my own lore because i can lmao and the ending kinda sucks. hope ya'll enjoy!

w/c: 3.5K // masterlist

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"Whew, now look at that view!" Kirishima gawks at the sight of your new camping location.

You had been travelling all day through thick forests and great plains. Ever since you started traveling for the day, the first couple hours were by foot, and after having a quick lunch of rations, Kirishima shifted into his dragon form to fly you three until the sun began to set. That's where you landed now, in the middle of a forest; nearby in the trees where you placed your feet back on the ground, was a clearing.

In the center of this opening, was a shimmering blue lake. Trees surrounded the perimeter of the area and the clearing of the leaves exposed the pink and yellow sky, showing off birds making their way back home for the night. The edges of the water held various greenery, flowers, and a tall species of grass that resembled bamboo. But instead of having short ended leaves at the top, the shoots held thick vines that drapped down, and somehow, the vines over lapped the other plants and trees surronding them. Even then, the roof of vines couldn't prevent the last bit of sunlight from reflecting off the light blue water, that some how glowed within the shadows as well.

"Is there something in the water that's making it glow?"

"Mmm, it might be glimmer fish?"

"Glimmer fish?"

"Yeah, they're these bioluminescent fish that inhabit a lot of northern waters. They can be eaten raw, which is a plus if you're in a rush, but they taste really salty, no matter what or how you cook them. That's why people prefer to know them by how they give off this light-bluish shine at night. If there's a lot of them, it will probably shine the whole lake!"

"Shitty scales! Help me set up the tent. Traveller, you start setting up the fire." Bakugo ordered as he dropped his bags by a tree.

Bakugo glances at you, which makes you instinctively grow a sheepish smile and nod, acknowledging your orders from him. He nods back as a faint pink dusts his face.

"Can we take a dip? I bet the water would be nice for a little plunge." Kirishima asks as he fastens one end of the tent to the ground.

"Won't the water be colder by the time the Sun goes down?" You ask as you pile various sticks and twigs. "I don't know about you but I'm not trying to take an ice bath."

"It won't cool."

"Huh? And how do you know?"

"Deku told me about it after one of his adventures. Described it just like this, with the foliage and the lake in the center." He straps the last rope of the tent down.

"How come it doesnt cool down?" You finish setting up the sticks in an efficient manner as the other two sit to join you. The Sun is slowly dipping past the tree line as Krishima breaths a flame into the pile.

"How come you gotta know?" Bakugo grumbles as he sits by the fire.

"Humor me." You respond dryly, but as Bakugo raises a glare at you, your blank expression turns into a smirk. Bakugo sighs.

"Well, back when the world was just created, the gods freely roamed and lived on this planet whenever they needed or wanted. One of the gods, the one who held power over bodies of water, was Atlo. He's known for building the environments in the oceans so that thier ecosystems could grow. He controlled the tides and gave forests like these the lakes they needed as a source for the animals that live here. He was stubborn and held a sense of pride when it came to his work. He never let anyone decide his actions or how he should use his power. Until..."

There's a silence.

"Until what? What?" Kirishima was holding his knees, leaning towards Bakugo as he waited in anticipation. You chuckled at his impatience but found yourself also with the curiousity and wanting to know what happened next.

"Until he met Tasi." A small gasp was heard escaping Kirishima's lips. You were fairly certain Kirishima didn't know who Tasi was either.

"Tasi was part of the first of humans to be created. Their village had begun settling down, and while exploring the woods, they ran into Atlo. It's said that they're interactions started off very awkwardly, as they both lived within the forest. But as they continued to see each other, Tasi gained the courage to approach Atlo, which was... odd for him. For a human to be so confident towards a god like himself; to treat him like an equal.

"At first it pissed him off. He didn't even know this human and the idea of them thinking they could rank up to him was insulting. But Tasi insisted on being friends. Even when Atlo threw hurtful, verbal jabs at the human, they never let up anything less than kind. As they continued to interact and talk, Atlo warmed up to Tasi. They foreged and hunted together, and in their spare time, Atlo would tell a library full of stories about him and the gods, while Tasi painted various scenes. They were eventually inseperable."

Bakugo looks over to you, and there's a glimpse of saddness.

"What happened?" You ask worridly, a fear of a tragic ending rattling the heart in your ribcage.

"The gods were ordered to retreat. To live in their own heavens while humans and all other races lived down here. Atlo resisted this. He was determined to stay and to live here with Tasi. This opposition caused him to ascend up to the heavens to fight the other gods that were enforcing this command. But when it was eventually revealed that his reasoning to stay was for a human? The kings had no hesitation to smite Tasi down. Not only as a punishment for Atlo's stubbornness and defiance, but to warn the inhabitants of the land about what happens when their gods arent respected.

"To add to the blow, they banished Atlo from the heavens, forcing him to live out his wish without his incentive to stay in the first place. Before they could revoke his mortality, Atlo established this lake. Filled with the warmest water that never ices despite the coldest winters, much like Tasi's kindness that never dimmed despite the god's initial bitterness. Once mortalized, Atlo would spend the rest of his days here, mourning the death of his friend caused by his own selfishness. The legend has been passed around and simplified to highlight Atlo's downfall for defying the gods, but this... this area is known to be titled ‘Tasi's lake’. Some people don’t realize that the two are connected until they hear the truth of the story. "

You sat there with an open jaw and a heavy heart. You always thought the expectation of a bad ending would be worse then it actually happening; in this case, you were wrong. No sound can be heard from any of you. The only things that can be heard are the subtle crackle of the fire and the soft chirping of crickets. That is until Kirishima speaks up.

"Were they lovers? Tasi and Atlo?"

The question set you back, flustered at the idea of these two characters having a more intimate connection; if the inference was correct, it would make the story more tragic. Bakugo only shrugs as he sighs, leaning back onto his arms. "No one is really sure. It's a common theory amoungst new listeners of the tale, but in general sharings of the story, they're just depicted as friends."

The silence is back, but only until the rumbling of Kirishima's stomach can be heard. You and Bakugo chuckle as the dragon's face lights up in embarrassment. "Shut up. I'm gonna go grab some food. Anybody want rations?"

"I'll have a bite."

"I'll pass."

You and Kirishima pause as you get up from your seating. "Bakugo? You're not gonna eat?"

"Nah." Bakugo gets up as well, but instead of heading for the tent, he heads for the water. "I'm gonna go for a swim."

As he walks, he starts stripping down, and you can't help take a glance at his back muscles before shyly and respectfully looking away. With a flushed face, you speed walk past Kirishima to the tent to grab your travel rations.

As you hand some food over to the dragon, Kirishima speaks up, “You gonna take a dip? Or are you gonna tell me what happened between you and Bakugo last night?” Kirishima wiggles his eyebrows, a smile tuning his tone.

“Nothing crazy happened! It’s just…” You trail off, not sure if you should be totally honest. You’re worried that a change in dynamic between you and Bakugo would not only affect your relationship with him, but also with Kirishima. You never want him to feel left out of the group, and you don’t want his connection with Bakugo to possibly split. But you know that not being honest to the dragon would be worse than the potential of making him feel like a third wheel. You take a bite of the piece of bread you’ve been holding, and when you swallow, you continue your answer,

“We… we kissed.”

A gasp leaves Kirishima’s mouth as he clenches onto half of the dried meat he’s been eating.

“I KNEW IT-“ You shush him as to not have Bakugo hear, and Kirishima quickly quiets down, “I knew it I knew it I knew it!!!”

“Yeah, yeah, just… keep it to yourself for now. We haven’t talked about it since it happened and I don’t want to pressure him in any way.” You finish your bread and begin your portion of dried meat.

“I promise I won’t say anything about it. Not until you guys are ready.” Kirishima gobbles down the last bit of his dinner and cleans himself.

“Thank you.” It’s all you can muster as you munch on the last bits of your rations and also dust any crumbs off of you. In the moment, you couldn’t find an immediate way to show your gratitude for being so understanding and patient. You step into the tent to change out of your garment into the swimming clothes you were gifted by your companions. It still amazes you, even in lowering temperatures, how the pair can undress and swim in water with nothing on. In this case, the constant warm water was an advantage. You leave your belongings and clothes by your bed roll and you unzip your way out of the tent.

“Gonna go swim now?”

You nod, looking towards the lake where Bakugo has submerged himself in the water, running his hands through his hair and washing off any dirt that clung to his skin.

“Well then, have fun. Best not to keep your Atlo waiting, Tasi.” Kirishima sends you a smirk and a teasing wink, avoiding your hand from smacking him before hiding in the tent.

There's a nervous tremble in your knees as you walked to the lake. Confrontation about such a vulnerable subject was nerve-wraking enough; it didn't help that the wind that would breeze through the trees was biting at your skin. Once you reach the shore of the water, you look out to see Bakugo cleaning one of this necklaces. Most of his torso was above the water, and the limelight of the moon highlighted the arches of his biceps, but the shine of the glimmer fish emphasized the color of his eyes.

You dipped a toe in to test the water, and the warm and inviting sensation threw you off the initial frigid expectations you had. Even the subtle movement alerted Bakugo to look up and see you. You freeze, posed--a deer in crosshair. Bakugo chuckles, rolling his eyes and going back to his necklace. "Hop in, it's actually kind of nice."

You begin to walk into the water, careful not to slip on the rocks you were stepping on. The water was as warm as a hot spring and the sand at the bottom guided you deeper, right by where Bakugo was reapplying his necklace to the collection on his neck.

“I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t think the water would actually hold up to the legend.” Bakugo rolls his eyes again.

“Yeah, it’s almost as if I wasn’t lying.”

“I didn’t say you were, it’s just hard to believe a guy who can’t properly wash dirt off his face.”

Bakugo begins to run his hands all over his face before you laugh to yourself. “Here.” You reach up, and wipe off the spot on his forehead by his hairline that had caught some dust. You rub the spot and gently run your hand down his face, over his temple, and down towards his jaw, where your fingers eventually linger. You look up to Bakugo’s red eyes on yours, glancing all around your face, but they always land back on your eyes.

“I uh… I got it-“

Before you can joke about receiving a proper thank you, Bakugo cups his hands around your face and smashes his lips onto yours. The intensity of the kiss almost had you slip on the sand under the water, but gripping his forearms allowed you to regain your balance.

Throughout your travelling of the day, you had considered the idea that Bakugo had only mirrored your intentions; that maybe the timing of it all was the spark of a short fused flame. But you immediately think back to last night, how when he decided to kiss you back, he showed you the same passion he exhibits now. You now realize that action was not performed due to the heat of the moment. He had thought about how he felt about you before, and that was his chance to show it. Just as he does now. Last night was not the spark, it was the oxygen to fuel the small flame that had already been lit.

His lips were inviting, lingered with the taste of the sweet fruit you had picked that morning and had been snacking on while traveling by foot. They were harsh with hunger but delicate with wary, not wanting to rush the passion that came with running the risk of your rejection. But you didn't reject him. You ran your hands up his neck, pulling him closer to share your need for his lips as well. The need for the sensation of feelings reciprocated. Of his touch, his thoughts, his emotions, his heart. Leaning in to deepen the kiss just to experience... him.

Eventually, the desire for one another became too overwhelming; the temperature of the lake did not help with the heating of your warmed up face and body. At one point, you knew you were getting overheated. You pulled away, slightly gasping for the air that was stolen from your lungs. He moves his arms down to wrap around your waist and lets your foreheads connect, letting you breathe for the moment.

You didn't speak for a while. You didn't feel the need to. You both just stood there in the middle of the water, having each other. You rubbed the back of his neck and the subtle sway of the water entranced you both to follow the movement too. You were grateful the luminosity of the fish allowed you to actually see him; to see his face completely relaxed and his eyes closed. You chuckle, causing him to open his eyes to glare at you.

"What?"

"I don't think I ever saw you so... soft."

"Tch... gods forbid I try to relax every once in a while."

"I'm just sayin', it's dark, in the middle of the woods, we're naked and vulnerable. And you know Kirishima is so long gone in sleep, we're practically alone out here."

Bakugo moves his head away and gives you a questioning look. "Ya paranoid or something?"

"No need to be, I know you'll always save me." You send him a teasing grin as you echo the words he shared with you last night. He rolls his eyes for the third time since being in the water, subtly trying to scan the outskirts of the woods to catch anything that can be lurking or watching. You sigh to yourself, slightly pushing away to create some distance.

"So... what happens now?" Your chest fills with tension as it does when you know you're about to enter a serious conversation. Bakugo diverts his eyes from your surroundings back to you. "What do you mean?"

"Well... we obviously have feelings for one another. But this whole journey is... to get me back home. So... what do we do? Pretend they don't exist to lower the blow of the inevitable goodbye? Embrace them and only spend the next couple months we have with each other? Not to mention, what about Kirishima? I dont' want to risk him feeling excluded and having that tarnish your bond with him-"

"Hey." Bakugo places his hands towards the small of your back and pulls you in as you were before. "Sure we only have months, but we also have the better half of a year. We don't need to think of all the what-ifs tonight. We can take it slow. Just... do what feels right, for us. Who knows, maybe we can figure something out; maybe there's a way for you going home to not be so... permenant. And I wouldn't worry about shitty scales, I think he already feels like more of a wing man."

"That's a good pun."

"Shut up." You laugh, and it causes Bakugo to smile. He places his forehead back on yours and you hum in your smile. A gust of wind passes by, leaving a trail of goosebumps and shivers along your torso above the water. Bakugo feels your cold trembling and places his hands along your spine, using his explosive magic to slightly heat up his hands. Ironically, the sudden warmth and physical touch sends a deeper, more internal shiver down your spine.

“We’ll… take it slow.” You repeat to yourself.

“We have time. We’ll figure it out.” He rubs your back, consoling any doubts you had.

“Here.” Bakugo lets go and starts cleaning off any dirt or dust that hadn’t already been washed off by the water. Funny enough, he rubs a spot on your forehead to clean off. He then lets his fingers glide down your face, the way you had done to him. His hand falls down to under your chin, and he guides you into another kiss. This one is soft and gentle and quick but it still didn’t fail to warm up your face. It also coated Bakugo’s face in a light pink hue.

“We should head in. It’s getting late.”

“The fire is still lit so maybe heating up some meat will do you some good while we dry off. You should eat before we head to bed.”

“Tch, look at you. Stressing about us, making sure i’m fed. You must really like me.” He teases as he helps you up the slippery rocks out of the water.

“Yeah, gods forbid I do.” You say, sending him a shove as he puts a lower layer of clothes on.

You sit by the fire together as Bakugo eats his rations, telling you various stories that have occurred throughout the history of Sultera. Well-known adventures, kingdom dramas caused by small, mundane events, stories of the gods and how the mutation of the deadliest fruit was created based off a single joke. It was all entertaining.

Bakugo finishes his meal and heads back to the tent as you volunteer to put out the fire. Before heading in, he gives you one kiss on the forehead and leans his own against yours for a moment. With that, he bids you a goodnight and heads in the tent for the night.

Now alone, you silently gush over the romantic scene you had experienced in the lake. You admit that you still have some doubts, worrying about the timing and technicalities of it all. But then you think about Bakugo’s words, and his touch, and his softness that he felt comfortable enough exposing to you. That vulnerability solidifying the fact that he was yours, and you were his. You know he would protect you no matter what; no matter the physical situation or emotional circumstance. You know that if it came to it, you would stand up to the gods for him, even if you knew you had to go home and stay for good.

Thoughts in mind, you finish putting out the fire and climb into the tent. Both dragon and prince are fast asleep, and you make an effort not to wake them as you grab your clothes and step outside to change. Once dressed, you lay in the tent in the open space between them and settle in for the night.

Your heart raced as you dreamed of what was to come, but Bakugo unconsciously wrapping his arm around you guided your dreams into one of security and love.

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midniqhtt · 1 year ago

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steven grant / marc spector / jake lockley

masterlist • oscar isaac characters • 05/26/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs two

one three

𑣲 building love I @laaundromat

Steven has unconsciously set himself up on a date with his crush.

𑣲 how things are I @storiesforallfandoms

now that they’ve learned how to share the body, they must come to terms with the fact that they also have to share their wife

𑣲 uncomplicated I @little-worm-grant

Deep down you knew Jake wouldn’t be calling if he didn’t think he needed you. Or maybe that’s what you told yourself to make it more tolerable to be out of your warm bed at this hour.

𑣲 just a touch of your hand part 2 part 3 I @mccn-bcys

when you turn eighteen, an ink stain appears on your skin wherever your soulmate touches you for the first time. the boys each are dealing with their stain in their own way.

𑣲 sensual pleasure? I @/mccn-bcys

your friends take you to the museum but you never were interested in the history. Until your friend introduces you to a cute gift-shoppist who gives you little history lessons. Suddenly, a ring sparks becomes a little more than a cool item he showed you.

𑣲 open my eyes I @missdictatorme

Jake and Steven were more than happy when you agreed to be in a relationship with them, but Marc barely fronts when you're near. Will he warm up to you over time?

𑣲 third ones the charm part 2 I @/missdictatrome

Jake Lockley was fine. Really. Marc and Steven are happy with their girlfriend and he's okay staying in the shadows. He's used to staying in the shadows. He managed to stay hidden from the boys for years, but lately something makes him take control more and more. Or rather, someone makes him take control more and more.

𑣲 the thin line I @/missdictatrome

Steven and Marc are literally glowing with happiness since they were in a relationship with you. Jake is mostly annoyed and is constantly trying to make you leave. Marc and Steven are having none of it.

𑣲 forget me not I @/missdictatrome

You and the boys (uhm…) decided to break up after the fights became more and more frequent in your relationship. Marc was mostly disappointed, Steven was sad and Jake… Jake was bitter. And angry. So when you send them a text weeks after the break up to ask them to collect their remaining stuff from your apartment, maybe Jake isn’t happy when he sees you might have moved on.

𑣲 our little thing I @wysteria-clad

you have a specific thing with each of them. It's not like you don't do it with other two, but you do enjoy a little act of intimacy that is special to each of them.

𑣲 the already over series I @m00nsbaby

𑣲 weightless I @/m00nsbaby

The feeling of being trapped goes beyond the ankle bracelet that keeps him tied to the bed.

𑣲 canonic jar I @bruhstories

marc is exasperated by you, but he needs to behave because you're steven's girlfriend.

𑣲 formal wear I @eyelessfaces

𑣲 the jake problem part 2 I @bensolosbluesaber

Jake hates you. Like really hates you, which wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t dating Steven and Marc. But maybe, just maybe, Jake doesn’t hate you.

𑣲 talk deity to me I @starryeyedstories

You’re an Egyptologist invited to the museum to give a talk to a group of school kids, and Steven might have a bit of a crush on you.

𑣲 dozing I @juneknight

A man falls asleep on you during your bus ride to work.

𑣲 i should have been there I @januaryembrs

Marc had always carried her with him, since they were small kids playing pirates in the yard, before things got messed up by grown up feelings and burdens. It's not until he sees her twenty years later, he realizes he should have saved her.

𑣲 sleeping beauty I @redeyerhaenyra

After having sex with Jake, you both fall asleep in your flat. Only, it's not Jake that wakes up, it's Steven.

𑣲 shadow of a doubt I @writefightandflightclub

marc was first. steven was second. khonshu’s never going to love you. …and you’re wondering if jake will ever get there at all.

𑣲 no fish were harmed in the making of this meet cute I @/writefightandflightclub

You have a dilemma. You don’t want to sell the man any more fish. But you do want him to keep coming back to your shop

𑣲 chocolate I @bits-and-babs

After weeks of pining for your coworker Steven Grant, sharing chocolate over a late shift causes sparks to fly.

𑣲 bumpy ride I @/bits-and-babs

The handsome man who you see on your commute to work every day is always on your mind.

𑣲 cake I @spctrsgf

𑣲 a night at the museum I @thatsthewrongwallcraig

After asking you out, Steven invites you to a private tour of the National Art Gallery.

𑣲 on the mat I @thatredheadwriter

You’re Marc and Steven’s ‘guy in the chair’ for lack of a better term, helping them with all things techy. When you get injured trying to help on a mission, Marc decides you need to learn how to take care of yourself so it doesn’t happen again. Gym training with Marc turns into something else entirely.

𑣲 mine I @/thatredheadwriter

The suit, the suit is amazing. Honestly it is. But you can’t help but be the slightest bit annoyed when it erases the marks you leave all over him. Lucky for you, Steven’s more than happy to let you have another go.

𑣲 outnumbered I @/thatredheadwriter

You’re Layla’s adoptive sister, and Marc’s former lover. Being reunited with both of them stirs up some old feelings, but that gets pushed to the backburner when you’re severely injured during a fight. But things tend to boil over when they’re left too long, so what happens when you have some time alone with Marc.

𑣲 spectre series I @ivystoryweaver

Marc Spector and his alters Steven and Jake have lost the love of their lives. They each try to move on, in their own way, but getting over you is the hardest thing they've ever faced. Marc starts to see you everywhere - he's haunted by your memory. No, literally, why are you sitting on the end of his bed? He believes in ancient deities, seeing how Jake still serves one as Moon Knight. But ghosts?

𑣲 first kiss I @asimplearchivist

there was no possible way that you could have romantic feelings for steven. right?

𑣲 sad ending I @/asimplearchivist

you and jake enjoy having movie nights, but he has the habit of spoiling the endings for you. this time is different, though.

𑣲 speed dating I @/asimplearchivist

you're down in the dumps about the disheartening lack of prospective romantic partners interested in initiating a long-term relationship with you. your ever-helpful coworker amy decides to give you (and a highly interested would-be suitor) a nudge in the right direction—just not in the way you might expect.

𑣲 is that my shirt? I @/asimplearchivist

you and the boys have a set of rules. jake doesn’t like it when you break them.

𑣲 stop looking at me like that part 2 I @luc-k-y

𑣲 anything for you I @/luc-k-y

𑣲 insomnia I @campingwiththecharmings

Steven can't sleep and you, uh, help him out.

𑣲 each time you fall in love I @peterthepark

you play mercenaries with marc. you play lovers with jake. you play house with steven. you suppose romance comes in all forms of their differing love for you.

𑣲 to the rescue I @ofstarsandvibranium

showing up on Stevens date from the first episode

𑣲 unexpected addition I @oddballwriter

Steven and Marc know about Jake's existence and they have been trying to get used to him and get to know him, and during a mission where they need help they found out Jake has been having like a long term relationship with the reader (who is Sekhmet's avatar)

𑣲 hospital bed confessions I @sailorkamino

As long as Jake can remember he's only had Marc and Steven to protect - then you came into the picture. Jake is scared to admit just how much you mean to him until you're injured, then he can no longer hide his feelings.

𑣲 a rose under the moon I @angel-of-the-moons

You've waited your whole life to meet your soulmate. You just didn't know your soulmate was so close by, all this time. But...How the hell can you handle being thrown into a world full of gods and magic? You're just a shopkeeper! Why is your heart being tugged by three different threads?

𑣲 stuck I @psithurista

You stop by Steven’s place one night after work. Somebody else answers his door.

𑣲 the coffee incident part 2 part 3 I @reallyrallyauthor

No coffee in the morning leads to a mystery for Marc, an apology from Jake, and guilt from Steven.

𑣲 paying your debt I @/reallyrallyauthor

Moon Knight saved your life, and now you're Marc Spector's glorified assistant. But when you pick him up one night after a fight, you get to feel the suit first hand, and what he keeps underneath it.

𑣲 free lunch I @/reallyrallyauthor

You're teaching Steven how to drive, but he’s so tense that you absolutely have to get him to relax first

𑣲 cupcake man I @/reallyrallyauthor

Jake helps his favorite bartender out w/ a problem they can’t solve themselves (which I like to imagine is Jake’s #1 all-time favorite hobby)

𑣲 bad girl I @/reallyrallyauthor

Jake has a smoking kink, and a way for you to indulge him without consequences.

𑣲 a friend I @/reallyrallyauthor

You and Marc Spector have a purely physical relationship. Both operating in society’s gray area, you try to avoid conflicts of interest. But when you’re hired to steal an artifact from a London museum, you wonder if even Marc himself knows all of his secrets.

𑣲 museum date I @/reallyrallyauthor

Marc gets set up on a blind date at an art museum

𑣲 slow songs I @/reallyrallyauthor

Your friend, Marc, pretends to be your boyfriend at a wedding, but is it pretend?

𑣲 here we go series I @/reallyrallyauthor

𑣲 the shape of youniverse I @bit-dodgy-innit

A full blown AU of forging a life and family with a post-Khonshu Moon Boys that’s as heartfelt as it is filth.

𑣲 tilt part 2 part 3 part 4 I @the-little-ewok

Steven Grant wants to tell you the truth about why he missed your date, but it isn't Steven you meet...

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