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gojorgeous · 1 year ago

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"MINE, MINE, MINE."

pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor won’t refill your prescription until you’ve reset your cycle. you’re desperate for that refill, but geto’s not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesn’t want a heat but it’s medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have y’all figured out that i have a breeding kink yet… anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that i’ve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. if you want more of my omegaverse fics check out my alpha!gojo fic here! and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k

“No.”

No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong.

“I’m sorry?” you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.

“I can’t refill the prescription. I’m sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. I’m shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.” Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but he’s only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when he’s worried.

Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. “You need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.”

Sweat beads on your palms. He can’t be serious. But it’s his first opinion. Surely there’s another option.

“I-I’m sorry, doctor. I don’t think I’m understanding.”

Another glance at Geto reveals that he’s frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one he’s already made without you.��Your stomach drops.

The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. “Let me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.” The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. “Go home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. It’s what’s best.”

Your eyes widen with realization– you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. “Th-that can’t happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I can’t be out that long a-and Geto can’t either, we–”

“We will go home,” Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. “Thank you, doctor, for the advice.”

Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that you’re leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?

“Doctor, you don’t underst–”

“Thank you again,” Geto interrupts.

Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time you’re not so eager to accept his chivalry.

“Suguru,” you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm?

“Just get in, baby. We’ll talk about it in the car.”

You debate saying no, but you can’t bring yourself to start a fight when he’s being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.

The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. You’re already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward “doctors offices near me”. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor that’s a little sketchy. You scroll further– still not sketchy enough. Someone who’ll give you the prescription you need, even if it’s not necessarily… ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?

“What are you doing?” His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.

You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. “Getting a second opinion,” you answer.

Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice it’s gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach.

“Hey!” You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope.

Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. “You’re not getting it back,” he says. His eyes never leave the road.

Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. “This is not for you to decide. It’s my body.”

He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. “And you’re not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so I’m making it for you.”

Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know it’s only because he allows it. “I am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.”

He shakes his head and sighs. “You’re blinded by desperation.”

“It’s still not for you to decide!” When you don’t notice any change in his expression, you switch tactics– from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. “You know how much I hate it, Su.”

Finally, he cracks. It’s instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. “I know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.”

You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you weren’t ready. Maybe next month, when you’d had more time to mentally prepare.

Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadn’t had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Suguru– you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to.

For most of your life, you’d successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, you’d passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto.

You’d met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, you’d thought, but he screamed alpha– and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. You’d stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until you’d been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. He’d smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadn’t been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that he’d suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all he’d needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.

You’d dated for a little over a year, until you’d decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguru’s, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alpha’s scarred mark on your neck.

Suguru had never seen you through a heat– no one had. You’d taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. He’d claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadn’t had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was well– apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed.

“Sugu, I can’t do this.” Your lip is raw from how much you’ve been chewing on it by the time you reach home.

Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.

“Yes you can. I know you can.”

You shake your head. He doesn’t understand– doesn’t know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadn’t had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so… weak. “I can’t. It’s-it’s-” Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. “It’s embarrassing. Humiliating.”

There’s silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, he’s all business.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.”

You shake your head and pull away, pacing. “I don’t want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.”

Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. “It’s not a question. It’s happening– for the sake of your health.”

You scoff and shake your head. “It’s not–”

His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submit– the other part of you reels with annoyance.

“End of discussion.”

He’s closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. It’s like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha… You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what he’s doing– using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.

“Sugu…” you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours.

“I got you, baby.”

Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps he’s right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. You’re nodding before you realize what you’ve done.

Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that you’ll both be out of work for a week on “family” leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before he’s out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You won’t be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesn’t return your phone before he’s gone.

You don’t notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. It’s not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at night– it’ll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system… you hope. When you’re brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly.

You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs.

“Feel anything?” he asks.

You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter.

“Sleep, baby.”

For once, you follow orders without a fight.

–

Hot. Too hot.

When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs.

You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, you’d made the wrong choice. You couldn’t do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.

“Deep breaths, baby.”

Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. He’s behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint.

“Can’t-” Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. “Can’t do this, Sugu-”

“Yes, you can.” He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. “You will.”

You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He’s restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals he’s already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long he’s been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.

His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. “My phone, Sugu,” you panic. “Gotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.”

He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place.

“No, baby.”

You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully.

“Sugu, please,” you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your lover’s skin.

“‘S gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Don’t fight it, love.”

With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until you’re slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. It’s not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. You’re burning, burning, burning. It’s not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick you’ve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight.

“‘S okay, baby. ‘Ve got you.”

Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. He’s never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. He’s never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now… He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants.

“Love you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,” he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until he’s plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other you’ve ever experienced. It’s already so intense you can hardly think, and you’ve only just begun.

“Sugu,” you plead.

The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until he’s running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit.

You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives.

“Gonna make you feel ‘s good, baby.” he hums. He’s lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.

He continues his messy circles on your clit and until you’re gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

“S-Sugu…” you whine.

The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then you’re completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. There’s a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesn’t waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him.

His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.

But you can’t wait. You can’t. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.

“Ssssugu… please…” your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need.

“I got you, baby… shhhhh…” He gives a final lick to your scent gland before he’s leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled.

Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but don’t have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You don’t know, you don’t care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away.

“Gonna knot you good, princess.”

You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes.

He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you can’t take any more. But you can, and you do. When he’s finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk.

“That’s it. So good, baby. So fucking good.”

Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. He’s over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like you’re a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and it’s more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly you’re begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard he’s rattling your skull. He’s licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff you’re afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly you’ll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss.

“Fuck,” you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. “‘M gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good you’ll see fucking stars.” You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. “Tell me you didn’t take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it won’t go to waste.” He’s not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. “‘M gonna flush ‘em down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.”

The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yes…

“Suguuu… please…” It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.

His lips press to yours, shushing you. “Shhh, baby. Don’ worry. I got you.” He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. You’ve never felt more ready for anything.

“Sugu–”

And it’s at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. It’s pure ecstasy. Suguru’s knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb it’s all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think you’ve probably just melted into the mattress. But you haven’t, and when your vision returns, you’re panting and staring at the ceiling.

Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark he’s just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why you’re here and not at work, what you’re doing. You’re puzzled by why you’d been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?

Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where you’ll stay until his knot softens.

“Sleep, princess,” he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut it’s not long before you’re lost to a world of comfortable darkness.

You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that.

You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. He’s eating you out, slurping up the cum that’s leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. It’s filthy, disgusting, and you love it.

“Sugu–” you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, empty…

“Sorry, baby,” he whispers against your skin. He’s kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. “‘Y smelled so good…”

You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. You’re too worried about getting him inside of you to check.

You’re gasping like you’ve never had a breath of air in your life, like you’ve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but it’s not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much.

“M-more…” you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine.

“‘S okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care ‘ve you.”

Yes, yes, yes, you think. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like you’re splitting in half. When he’s finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams.

“No.” Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. “Let me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.”

You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You don’t dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. He’s so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.

When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it.

“P-please, please, please–”

He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. It’s all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.

“Take it all, baby. Good girl. Take it all…”

You nod, not even sure what you’re agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.

When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, he’s chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. “Mine, mine, mine.”

When you wake again it’s to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and he’s back in your arms, like you’re somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.

The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long it’s been since Suguru’s been locked inside you. If it were up to you, you’d never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, he’s never far away when you’re following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl.

It’s ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum… no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where you’ve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised.

When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, it’s to Suguru’s arms and lips. He’s got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, “welcome back, baby” against your neck and suddenly you’re realizing how… revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. You’d always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru… they really weren’t all that bad.

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andvys · 2 months ago

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The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter thirteen

⭐︎ Then this heart would break and fall as twice as far

Warnings: hurt/no comfort? not here, sorry y'all. angst. injuries, mentions of death, blood, gore, not gonna spoil anymore

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Hope has always been a downfall hasn't it? This time it tears you apart completely.

Word count: 15k

Author's note: I'm cackling as I'm typing this, you guys have no idea what is about to hit you. The next few chapters are gonna be filled with so much evil shit. Someone go and pray for Dingus. @hellfire--cult we're at our favorite part now hehe

series masterlist ⭐︎ previous chapter

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A miserable expression is lingering on Eddie’s face. He barely keeps his eyes open as he gets hit by waves of nausea every thirty seconds or so. He keeps an arm around his waist as his left elbow rests on the table. He is blinking, staring at you in confusion and awe. You drank more than him, even continued after he passed out, and yet you seem fine, more cheerful than ever.

Your mouth is moving quickly, and you are waving around with your hands as you ramble about one thing after another. Eddie’s mind can’t even catch up, he is too hungover for this, which is surprising considering he never dealt with those, but the lack of alcohol in the past year, especially in that capacity, turned him into a wuss – at least that’s how he feels about himself watching you.

You were the first one up, even, filling the generator with gas, just enough for everyone to have a warm shower. You cooked coffee and oatmeal with the supplies from the RV, and now you are sitting here, hair still wet from the shower, a new sweater, and a look of happiness and excitement on your face.

Eddie thinks that it’s refreshing to see you this way, especially after the difficult days that you had, but his mind just can’t comprehend how you can feel so fine while he is suffering from the amount of whiskey he had last night.

“How…?” He mumbles, cutting you off mid sentence.

“Hmm?” You tilt your head to the side.

“How can you feel so fine… You hadn’t had any alcohol in months, and you drank more than I did… How are you not hungover?”

You shrug and bring your cup of coffee up to your lips, taking a sip.

“I’m not a lightweight like you.”

Eddie snorts at your words, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m not a lightweight usually, besides I had some a few weeks back and I felt fine…”

“Maybe that stuff was too hard for you.”

Eddie frowns at your words and he shakes his head, “nope.”

“Take another shot and you will feel fine.”

Eddie’s lips curl up in disgust, and he stares at you, bewildered.

“I swear!” You exclaim, leaning forward. “My dad used to do barbecues a lot and he invited all his old buddies from High School and one time when they came over I was dealing with a major hangover cause I got drunk the night before for the first time ever… my dad got really mad at me – not the point of the story but his friend, this russian guy told me to take a shot of hard liquor, he said that it’s an instant cure… the thought made me wanna throw up but I tried it and guess what…? It helped!”

Eddie looks at you like you have gone crazy. He slowly reaches for the coffee you have made him and takes a sip.

“Yeah, uh… that’s crazy.”

“But it helps!”

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head, “I believe you, but god, that thought makes me want to throw up.”

“I know, I know, but you should try it.”

Silence fills the room for a moment. You lean back in your chair and look out the window, watching the snow fall just as it did the night before. The wind is still heavy and you know that you might have to stay here for another day or two.

Eddie sips on his coffee, he keeps watching you, taking in the excitement that keeps flashing in your eyes, the way your lips twitch, wanting to curl into a smile.

“What’s got you so hyper this morning?” Eddie finally asks.

You look back at him and you press your lips together, looking around the empty room and out into the hallway to make sure that nobody is coming but Steve must still be in the shower, and Nancy is getting the RV ready.

Only as you lean forward again and you wrap both hands around your mug, does he notice the slight nervousness. You are tapping against the porcelain, taking a deep breath as you lean closer.

“I’m gonna kiss Steve.”

Eddie forgets the nausea he was dealing with just now. He furrows his eyebrows as confusion hits him.

“Hang on… wait…. you two didn’t kiss last night?” He murmurs, tilting his chin down as he stares at you with wide eyes.

“Um no…” You shake your head, blushing under his gaze.

“...But you two flirted all night…”

Your confidence slips away a little as you think about the previous night and how he hadn’t kissed you. You wanted him to, but he didn’t. There have been a few moments when you thought he would.

“Do you think that maybe I shouldn’t…?”

Eddie shakes his head wildly, his curls bouncing at the movement.

“No! You should! Holy fuck, you should!” He almost yells.

You start shushing him, waving your hand at him as your cheeks heat up, “keep it down!”

“Sorry, sorry!” He winces as he sinks back into his chair. “But I… I think you absolutely should kiss him. I just thought that he’d finally make the move, you know? I saw the way he acted around you last night.”

The excitement returns in your eyes, he sees it in the way they light up, and the color in them lights up. You straighten up in your seat, your cheeks flushing as you smile.

“Nothing happened at all?” Eddie whispers, tilting his head to the side.

You shake your head. Your hair falls in front of your face as you look down. Your heart flutters in your chest as you think of the way he lifted you up to get the cowboy hat or the way he placed it on your head later, how he took your pictures, and how he held you when you lied in bed. You woke up on top of him this morning, his arms wrapped around your waist strongly, snuggling you.

“No, nothing happened…”

A smirk appears on Eddie’s lips when he notices just how flustered you are. Something did happen, he knows it, but you won’t tell him, not now at least, because he walks in. His hair is wet, his beard shaved off now, a spitcurl hanging in front of his eye. He is wearing a flannel, a pair of new jeans, and boots he got from the closet.

Your lips part as you look him up and down, eyes glued to him. His cheeks are a little flushed when his eyes meet yours. He offers you a smile and even a wink, “Sunshine.” He greets you, tipping his head down even though he isn’t wearing the hat.

“M-Morning.” You smile, huffing under your breath when Eddie kicks you under the table.

“Morning, Eddie.” Steve greets him next before he walks over to the kitchen counter, reaching for a mug, he pours himself some coffee.

“Good morning, Cowboy.” Eddie grins, completely forgetting about his hangover as he looks between you and him. “So uh… Nancy is getting the RV ready, but I don’t think that the storm will pass anytime soon.”

Steve nods as he turns around to face you both. He leans against the counter and takes a sip of his coffee. He takes a moment to look at you, and his stomach flutters when all the pictures from the previous night start flashing in his mind.

“Hmm.” He hums as he turns to look out the window. “It’s safer to stay here for another day or two.”

“I think so too.” You nod, trying not to stare at him, but it’s hard not to when he looks this good. His skin looks smoother, although you did like the beard and the subtle mustache he was sporting, but he looks so handsome like this too, clean shaven. He left the buttons at the top of his new flannel unbuttoned. You swallow as you take him in. You wish you could just say ‘fuck it’ and kiss him but this is not the moment, not here, not now.

“We can get some wood later to make some fire, there’s a shed in the backyard, I’m pretty sure we will find some there.” Steve says, looking at you, his eyes connecting with yours. “You and I, Sunshine.”

Oh, so he wants to be alone with you too.

Hope awakens inside of you when he walks towards you and picks out the seat beside you. He flashes you a smile and for a split second, his eyes flicker down to your lips.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and your heart flutters yet again.

What if he has the same plans?

Your eyelashes flutter, and your lips curl into a smile.

Eddie snorts at your silent interaction, eyes moving back and forth between you two. The moment you both turn to look at him, he covers it up with a cough.

"Oh, damn." He coughs, patting his chest. “That sip was too big,” he fakes a laugh and looks away, trying to hold back his smirk but failing miserably.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, Munson?”

Eddie looks back at Steve, holding his hand to his chest, offended. “Are you saying I smell bad?”

Steve shakes his head, “No, but the shower is pure luxury, who knows when you’ll get that chance again.” He shrugs.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, smirking as he looks into his eyes teasingly.

Steve only shakes his head in response and looks down into his mug.

“Alright, hot shower here I come.” Eddie chuckles as he gets up. He grabs his coffee and winks at you before he walks away, humming.

“He was just complaining about his hangover, and now he is humming.” You mumble, confused.

Steve chuckles as he turns towards you. He ignores the fluttering in his body, that electrifying pull he feels towards you, but it’s hard, even harder when you look into his eyes, when you are this close, when he smells your sweet scent, when he remembers how it felt to touch your bare skin.

“That’s how he is.” Steve chuckles, his eyes lingering on your lips for a tad too long.

“Yeah…” You whisper, noticing the way he looks at you.

Your hope continues to rise, to build up, to spread inside of you.

Friends don’t look at each other like that, right?

Friends don’t stare at each other’s lips.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks, reaching for your hand. “You’re not hungover, are you?”

You shake your head, looking at him dumbly. You curl your fingers around his hand, holding his. “No… no I’m not, I feel fine… good. And you?”

Steve squeezes your hand back as he lifts his mug to his lips with the other. He gives you a soft smile, “Yeah, I feel good too.”

“Yeah?” You tilt your head at him, your lip curling into a smile.

His breath hitches in his throat. The way you are smiling at him, the way your eyes move across his face, like you are memorizing his features. No one’s ever looked at him like that, and it makes him nervous.

“Yeah,” he whispers, letting go of your hand, he lifts it up to your face and tucks the loose strand of hair behind your ear before he brushes his knuckles against your cheek, his thumb lingering over the developing scar on your cheekbone. “I had fun last night.”

You lean into his touch. The happiness is trembling inside of you, his touch and his words only fueling your hope.

“I did too,” you whisper, smiling.

The tension between you both is just as strong as it was the night before. He looks at you just as he did the night before, nothing changed, except your heart beats even stronger now.

You look at his lips, wondering if now would be the right time to try, wondering if you can just lean in and do it, but before you can dwell on it any longer, the door opens and Nancy walks in.

“Hey.” She mumbles, shutting the door, and she rubs her hands together. “I was in the garage, not even outside, but it’s cold as hell out there!” She exclaims and tears her jacket off before she turns to look at you. Her eyes widen when she notices Steve beside you, close beside you. She looks between you both, eying his hand on your cheek, the flustered look on your face, the flustered look on his face. She bites the insides of her cheeks, trying not to smirk. She saw how you both acted around each other last night, how often Steve’s hand landed on your lap, how you kept biting your lip looking at him like you were ready to risk it all, how he kept looking at you like he was about to rip your clothes off and show you what you have missed.

Nancy doesn’t know how far you have gone last night after her and Eddie passed out in the living room, but by the tension between you, she knows that something must have happened.

Steve pulls his hand away slowly, and you reach for your mug, bringing it up to your lips. You take a sip as you look outside.

Her blue eyes flash with mischief. She clears her throat and looks at Steve, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware you were about to have your breakfast, Steve.”

Steve’s eyes widen, and his jaw falls slack at her comment. In all those years he has known her, she has never ever made any jokes or comments like these. If anything, she was always way too serious to even laugh at dirty jokes made by others.

You start choking beside him, blushing furiously at her words.

“Nancy!” Steve glares at her before he turns to you, patting your back softly.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy chuckles, flashing you an apologetic smile when you calm down again. “Didn’t think you would choke so soon.”

Steve sees the way your eyes widen, the way you flip around, staring at her in disbelief, but the girl only hums to herself as she pours herself a coffee.

Steve closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, shaking his head.

“Can’t believe Munson is rubbing off on you, Wheeler.”

Her shoulders shake as she laughs. She turns to face you both, smirking again when she sees how Steve is still rubbing your back.

“Do you two want me to leave or…?” She points between you two, her eyes glinting as they lock with yours.

A sigh falls from your lips, and you shake your head at her.

“Nope.”

Steve stops rubbing your back but he doesn’t remove his hand, his palm slips down to your lower back and you aren’t even sure if he realizes that he did it because he starts talking to Nancy about the weather and about the change of your plans while keeping his hand on you like it’s the most normal thing. He did it last night as well, when you were all sitting in a circle and he was chatting to Eddie, keeping his hand on your knee or your thigh.

You try to focus on the conversation, but it’s difficult when his touch sends jolts through your body, overwhelming your poor heart and heating up your skin under the layer of clothes. He keeps fueling your hope, pushing you towards the decision you made last night.

You don’t know how much time passes while you sit there with his hand on your lower back. You don’t even know how much information you have missed on the change of plans they have decided on.

But when he calls your name two times or so, he pulls you out of your little stupor, making you look at him.

“Huh?” You ask dumbly, staring at him with burning cheeks.

“I asked if you wanna go get the wood now?” Steve repeats his question that went over your head. He finds it endearing the way you look at him, eyes big and filled with confusion. “Think it’s best if we do it as soon as we can. The storm might get worse later.”

“Oh.” You nod, licking your lips as you place your mug down. You avoid Nancy’s eyes, who is staring at you with a smug look on her face. “Yeah. I’m just gonna grab my jacket–”

“I got it.” Steve says, squeezing your shoulder when he gets up from his seat. “Finish your coffee.”

“O-Okay.” You murmur, giving him a soft smile.

Steve nods at you, smiling back at you. He leaves the room, leaving you alone with Nancy who is tapping against her mug impatiently.

“So–”

“Nothing happened!” You whisper before she can even finish her sentence. You lean closer to her, finally looking at her. “Nothing happened last night, we drank more, took pictures with the polaroid camera we found, and then we talked and went to sleep.”

You see the disappointment flashing in her features. Her shoulders slump, and a pout appears on her lips. She leans back in her chair and sighs, “And here I thought he grew some balls, but hey, maybe he was just being a gentleman and didn’t want to make a move because you were drunk!” She shrugs with one shoulder, offering a supportive smile. “I kinda thought something happened though… with the way he acted around you just now…”

Your stomach flutters. He did act differently, more touchy than usual. You liked it, a lot.

You breathe in and open your mouth to speak, but you quickly close it again when he walks back in, holding both your and his jacket in his hands.

“Here.”

You grab your jacket and get up, pushing the chair back into place. You put your jacket on and pull the hood over your head to protect your wet hair.

“Be careful out there.” Nancy mumbles, looking out the window.

“We’re just heading down to the shed, it’s like ten steps away.” You chuckle.

“Still.” She shrugs.

“Don’t worry, we’ll come back in one piece.” You smile at her, giving a small wave as she gives a thumbs up for good luck.

Once you and Steve are ready to go, you grab your gear and step out into the cold. He shuts the door behind you both. Shivers run down his spine instantly as the cold bites his skin.

“Holy shit.” He murmurs as he turns around to face the backyard. He squints his eyes when the harsh wind hits him.

“It’s so cold.” You murmur as you look around. You can barely see anything through the fog and the falling snow. All the trees are white, layer and layers of snow cover the ground you are about to step in. “I think we should have waited with the shower.”

Steve chuckles as he glances down at you.

“Come on, let’s get this over with.” He reaches for your hand, taking hold of it with a squeeze.

“Yes, please.” You whisper as you welcome his warm touch in this freezing cold.

The snow crunches beneath your boots as you both start making your way down to the shed. You look around, making sure that nothing will sneak up on you while you are busy struggling with the cold, but the gated property seems as safe as it did the night before. The gate looks untouched, the wooded area around it looking empty as well, no sign of any unwanted visitors, no footsteps in the snow.

“Goddamn,” Steve curses under his breath as the icy snow hits his cheeks. “I hate winter.”

“Yeah, me too.” You nod, sniffling as your nose starts running from the cold. You sigh in relief when you make it to the door of the shed.

Steve pulls out the bundle of keys from his pocket, he found it in one of the drawers in the kitchen. “Alright, let’s figure out which one it is.” He murmurs as he flips through the keys.

You cover his back, keeping your hand on your gun holster while he tries to unlock the door.

A little ‘yes’ falls from his lips when it clicks open.

“Come on, let’s get inside.” He reaches for your hand again, leading you into the shed, he steps in after you.

It’s not much warmer in here, but at least the walls keep the wind away. You breathe heavily and rub your arms, looking around the darkened shed. Light seeps through the gaps on the ceiling, allowing you to see.

“Bingo!” Steve snaps his fingers, smiling in triumph as he gestures to the wood in the corner. “See, I knew they kept their wood here.”

You follow him, pushing the hood of your jacket off slowly. You bite your trembling lip as you keep your eyes on him, watching the way he brushes his hand through his hair before he reaches for the plastic cover on top of the firewood stack.

“Come on,” he looks over his shoulder, flashing you a smile that makes your insides tingle and your knees weak.

Your heart skips a beat when you realize that this could be the moment. You’re alone with him and you don’t know when you will get that chance again, especially now that you are stuck in this house for another day or two.

“Maybe we can make a fire for us in the bedroom; that fireplace should be used as well.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and heat rushes through you when he indicates that he wants to spend another night in that bed with you. His words from last night echo in your mind, ‘our bed’.

The bile rises in your throat, and suddenly you feel your heart beating harshly. Your cheeks heat up despite the coldness in the air. You don’t even need any more encouragement, you have made your decision already.

You never thought that you would even consider that, to try, to make a first move. You were never one to risk anything, let alone anything like this. But you are sure, you are so sure of it, so filled with hope.

He has to feel the same, right?

All these signals, all these signs, it can’t be just platonic.

Even Eddie and Nancy see it, their teasing has to mean something.

You take a deep breath, and before you can ponder and contemplate, you take a step forward and then another until you are standing next to him.

His words pushing you to what you’ve wanted to do since last night, you decide to not waste anymore time and just do it now, knowing you might not get him alone again after this.

“I… I really had fun last night… It’s been a while since I got to feel carefree like that.” You kill the silence between you, bringing back the conversation from the kitchen.

A smile appears on his face, he takes the plastic cover off and throws it on the ground before he turns to face you, looking down at you.

“Yeah, me too… and with great company at that.” He murmurs, his voice still raspy so early in the morning.

You bite your lip when his hazel eyes stare into yours. Your heart starts racing, the anticipation mixed with nervousness and vulnerability all crashing over you at once when you take a step closer to him.

“I had fun spending time like that with you, Steve…” You say, trying not to expose the shakiness in your voice.

You forget about the cold, not even feeling it on your skin anymore. You don’t hear the howling of the wind anymore either, only the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears.

Steve notices the different emotions flickering in your eyes, the way your chest starts rising up and down faster, heavier. He senses the change of air, the tension moving into a different direction now.

“Drunk?” He chuckles nervously when you move closer to him. His lips part, breath getting caught in his throat when you shake your head and reach your hand out to grab his bicep.

“No… alone.” You whisper, gazing into his eyes now.

Steve stops breathing, and his heart stops beating too.

He looks into your eyes, into the eyes he had found so much warmth, so much comfort in. They are shining just for him. Your breathing is heavy, meaning that your heart is racing… just for him.

He had wondered… He had thought about this so many times, dreamed about it even. His heart beats strongly every time he allows his mind to explore those thoughts. He dreams about how different things would be if you had met in a different world, in one where you would both be safe, in one where he wouldn’t have to fear losing you every second of every goddamn day.

Things could be different. Things would be different if you weren’t here.

“What…” He whispers, unable to keep his body from leaning down towards you.

“I want to spend more time like that with you, Steve…” You whisper, blinking up at him in a way that nearly brings him to his knees when you confess.

You take in his rosy cheeks, the moles on his skin you want to kiss, that strand of hair that keeps falling in front of his eye that you want to brush back for him so badly.

With every inch you move towards him, closing the gap between you both, you feel your heart beating stronger, making it feel like it will rip through your bones and your flesh. You close your eyes and you take the leap.

Steve’s eyes threaten to close when he feels your breath on his lips and your body pressed against his own. Everything he had longed for is in reach. Everything he wanted, you want too. It wasn’t just him. You want it too. You want it. You want him. He feels the brush of your lips against his own, and everything he had already suspected aligns inside of him. Everything inside of him yearned for you, not just his mind, not just his body but his heart and his soul.

And he wants it so badly. He wants it. But even with the feelings inside of him, with the longing that will burn him alive in the long run, he can’t because this will only make the world a worse place for you both. If you both take this step, if you both give each other your hearts it will only kill you both if something happens to the other.

So he closes his eyes, going against his own heart, and he softly pushes you away by your shoulders.

“No, Sunshine.”

It pains him physically to the point where he can’t even open his eyes to look at you.

Everything inside of you stops. Your heart. Your lungs. Your mind. Everything.

“I–I didn’t mean drunk… I meant–” Your voice is shaky, desperate, and yet still hopeful.

“No, I know what you meant. But it’s not a good idea.” Steve clenches his jaw, hating how much his heart is screaming at him, even more so when he opens his eyes again and looks down at you.

Your lips are parted, eyes wide and filled with confusion. Not yet registering the pain he had caused. You tilt your head at him.

“I-I thought…I thought we…” Your voice breaks when he shakes his head at you. The back of your feet touch the ground again, and you take a step back from him, hand falling off his bicep. The back of your eyes start burning as it begins to sink in. The knife in your chest was twisted.

You misunderstood. You misunderstood again, except this feels worse than anything ever has before because you were so sure. You were so sure. And you misread the lines, you misread everything.

Steve’s eyes are filled with desperation, and he can’t mask that. He can’t hide that, and if you weren’t so shocked, so hurt, you would see it.

His heart is aching inside his chest, his stomach is twisting as the fear grips at him, knowing that this just changed everything.

But it’s for the better.

It’s for the better for the both of you.

“No…” He whispers, twisting the knife deeper. “I’m sorry if my actions showed something that wasn’t there.”

You feel sick. You feel like throwing up. You feel like screaming at yourself for believing, for being so naive again.

“Oh…” You whisper, unable to look at him, you lower your head and stare at the ground beneath you. “I… okay, I-I understand…” Except that you don’t. You don’t understand because you thought that he gave you all the signs, all the right signals and you thought that you were reading them correctly. It turns out that you didn’t because he never saw you as anything more than a friend while you were slowly falling.

Steve just stands there, staring at you, watching the way you slowly crumble before him, and it hits him harshly. Guilt, regret, sadness, and anger rush through him, knowing the damage he caused to your heart, knowing that he is responsible for the pain flashing across your face as you wilt before him.

The urge to grab you, to pull you into his arms, to fix this is so strong, but he can’t, he can’t, and it makes you both ache.

“I’m sorry…” You whisper.

You look so small before him, your voice weak and trembling. He broke you. He feels like he broke you, and it tears his heart apart.

He opens his mouth, but no words come out. Nothing will fix this now, nothing. He knows he should tell you the truth but if he does, it will only keep your hopes up so he says nothing and watches with saddened eyes and a pained heart how you turn away from him, your eyes blinking quickly as you reach for the wood, gathering as much as you can carry before you turn around without glancing at him. You walk away from him, and you walk out the door.

And Steve, he stands there staring at the door you have walked through. He is now left alone with his thoughts, left alone with his aching heart, and it all overwhelms him. He crouches down, clenching his eyes shut as he holds his head tightly.

“Fuck…” He whispers, pained.

You don’t feel the snow on your skin, you don’t feel the coldness clinging to your body, you don’t even hear the howling wind as you make your way back towards the house. You don’t even know what you are feeling because you wish this moment wasn’t real, that it didn’t happen, that it was all just a dream.

But it’s not.

The door slams shut behind you after you make your way back inside. Your body moves on its own accord, walking into the living room, and you throw the wood down next to the fireplace.

Your frown deepens as you look down, confused as to where you went off the path, where you had misunderstood.

Footsteps echo in the hallway, but you don’t register them.

Eddie comes rushing in, hair wet from the shower he took, a livelier look on his face before. A smile appears on his face when he sees the wood on the ground. He claps his hands together, rubbing his palms, “oh yeah, let’s get some warm stew started with this–” His smile slips when he notices the dissociated look on your face, “Sunshine?” He whispers.

You snap out of your thoughts and turn to look at him.

Eddie frowns when he notices the lost look in your eyes. He takes a step closer, worriedly placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I-I uh… what?”

“Are you alright?”

You open your mouth but flinch when the door opens and Steve’s footsteps fill the silent hallway.

Eddie notices the way you duck your head, nodding at his question.

“Yeah… Yeah.” You mumble softly before you walk away, practically rushing out of the room and up the stairs, leaving him standing in the middle of the room.

Eddie stares at the doorway for a moment. His eyebrows are furrowed, and the confusion is evident on his face.

“Huh…?”

You are not okay. It isn’t hard to figure that out when you were cheerful and excited this morning. He follows you out, walking through the doorway, and he doesn’t even notice Steve standing by the door with a hollow look on his face and glassy eyes when Eddie follows you up the stairs.

Steve doesn’t even know what to do with himself now, knowing that this just changed everything. He looks down at the wood he carried inside. Blinking away the tears, he doesn’t allow himself to cry. He carries the wood into the living room, dropping it next to where you had placed it.

It overcomes him suddenly, the anger – the anger towards himself, the anger towards this world, the anger towards you. You did something he wanted to do for so long, but he kept holding back, he kept pulling back because this just can’t happen for so many reasons. He pulled back by making himself believe that you aren’t on the same page as he is, but you are, clearly you are, and now there is no denying left to do anymore, and it angers him.

Steve clenches his fists as he stares into the fireplace, not yet lit. Irritation sparks in him as the boy inside of him, who once begged for love, is yelling at him; ‘why why why!’

He feels it so deeply inside his chest, as though someone is pounding against his ribcage from inside, letting him know that he just made the biggest mistake of his life, that he is gonna feel regret and guilt.

And he will, it’s close by, all those emotions are waiting right around to corner, waiting for the perfect moment to land the strongest blow to his heart.

And you, you shut and lock the door in the first room you could find privacy in. You press your back against it and slide down until you are sitting on the floor. You prop your elbows on your knees and close your eyes, taking deep breaths.

You ignore the pounding on the door and Eddie’s concerned calls; you are too focused on your breathing, on calming down.

Unwanted tears well up in your eyes. The rejection stings deeply in your chest, spreading like a virus inside of you, infecting your heart and all your organs with a sickening sadness.

For once in your life, you thought that you could try, that you had a chance, that the hope you felt wasn’t born from silly delusions. You thought there was something. You really thought he wanted you.

You were so sure that he wanted you.

But he didn’t, of course he didn’t, how could he? No one ever did; he was no exception.

A soft sob falls from your lips as the first tear cascades down your cheek. You bring your hand up to your lips, cupping it to muffle your cries as you can no longer hold it in.

The realization begins to sink in that you have ruined something special, that you didn’t only lose this delusion you had of him, but that you also lost a friend because you couldn’t control your feelings.

He won’t ever look at you the same again.

And you won’t either.

The wood crackles in the fireplace, the flames paint the room golden, the wind is still howling outside, no sign of it stopping any time soon.

There is an awkward silence hanging over the room. Nobody is speaking, Eddie isn’t rambling, Nancy isn’t asking questions, Steve is staring into his bowl, not feeling the appetite to eat at all. And you aren’t there, you haven’t come out of your room since you locked yourself in there after coming back.

Nancy’s blue eyes move across Steve’s face curiously. His expression is stoic, his jaw is clenched, and if she didn’t look into his pain filled eyes, she would have believed that the old Steve made a comeback. The angry, hateful one he was before you came along.

It isn’t hard to figure out that something happened between you two because this morning you both looked like you came back from your honeymoon and now you are hauled up in your room while he is glaring at his soup like he is trying to make it explode with his mind.

Nancy glances at Eddie, who is already looking at her. He knows as much as she does; nothing. He tried to make you talk, he tried knocking on your door a few times, but you kept lying to him, telling him that you had a headache and that you wanted to be alone.

Nancy tried as well, but she had no luck either.

And neither of them want to push him, not when he looks like this.

When the time is right, he will speak up for himself.

And he does, when he and Eddie are the only ones left awake. The two couches in the living room are occupied by them. Eddie is staring into the small flame in the fireplace, hand behind his head, and the other tapping against his chest.

Steve is lying on the opposite couch, staring up at the ceiling. He is wide awake, exhaustion somewhere far away. He feels empty and cold without you in his arms. He doesn’t remember the last time he had slept without you. He had become so used to it, it turned into something normal.

Is this his new normal again?

His eyes burn, and the coil grows in his throat as the sadness spreads inside of him.

“She wanted to kiss me.”

Eddie freezes at Steve’s words.

His hand freezes too as he stops tapping. His dark eyes move away from the fire, and he turns to his side to look at the brunette. He doesn’t speak, waiting for him to continue.

“I pushed her away.”

Steve’s voice is pained, Eddie can tell that much but it’s confusion that ripples through him. His eyebrows crease together as he pushes himself up on his elbow, staring at him intently.

“What?” Eddie whispers, shaking his head. “W-Why?”

Eddie knows how he feels about you, without having talked much about it, he knows. It’s in the way he looks at you, it’s in the way he smiles around you the most, it’s in the way he only allows you to get so close, it’s in all his actions that have to do with you.

Steve is silent for the longest time, just staring up at the ceiling, blinking. He can’t hide his tears, not when he keeps sniffling as he thinks about you.

“I don’t understand, Steve–”

“It just can’t happen.” He says bluntly.

Eddie stares at him, eyebrows still pulled together, lips parted in confusion. His chest aches a little as he thinks about you and how you must have felt when he pushed you away. Guilt sparks inside of him as well because he had encouraged you.

His eyes saddened, knowing the heartbreak you are feeling now.

“But you…” Eddie murmurs, not understanding him.

Steve turns to his side, turning his back on him.

“It’s better if we stay friends and if we keep our distance.” Steve mumbles, like his own words don’t break his heart more.

Like that’s possible after everything you have been through.

Eddie feels a sliver of anger for him, but also pity because something is clearly holding him back.

“But you can’t… you can’t sleep without each other.” Eddie whispers, knowing that this is the least of the problems, but it is a fact that Steve cannot deny.

“Well, I have to get used to it, don’t I?” Steve snaps and pulls his blanket closer to his chin, sinking deeper into the couch as the first tear rolls down his cheek and soaks the pillow beneath his head.

Eddie stares at him for a while, not knowing what else to do or say. All he feels is confusion and sadness for both of you, but especially you.

A sigh falls from his lips, and he falls back on the couch, staring into the fire again.

He knows that things are about to get messy.

At that point, he just didn’t know how messy.

By the time you walk into the kitchen the next morning, Nancy and Eddie have already eaten their breakfast. The latter is flipping through a magazine he found somewhere in the house while she is cleaning her gun. Steve is standing by the window, looking out with one hand on his hip and the other holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

He is standing with his back to you, not yet noticing you.

Your heart freezes still at the sight of him. You knew he would be here, of course you did, where else would he be? Yet you can’t stop yourself from feeling this way.

Almost as though his body can sense your presence, his heart starts aching more painfully than before. He knows you are there before he even turns around to look.

“Morning!” Nancy smiles at you, though it quickly fades when she notices how red your eyes are and how tired you look.

“Morning, Sunshine.” Eddie says softly, eyes filled with pity as he looks you up and down.

You braided your hair and showered, you made sure you looked fine, but you can’t hide the hours of tears you have shed, because your eyes are still puffy and red.

“Morning,” you force a smile, which comes out looking like a grimace. You keep your eyes away from him and make your way over to the pot of coffee; at least the smell of it is welcoming.

You can feel their eyes on you, Nancy’s confusing stares, and Eddie’s pitiful, sad ones.

He feels guilty, you know he does. You don’t blame him for anything, though. He was just being a good friend, trying to encourage you to go after something your mind was already set on.

The steam rises from your mug as you pour the coffee in.

The silence is almost deafening, and you tense up a little when you feel him watching you too.

The sadness is still deep inside of you, your chest still aching in pain, but there is also something else now that it all settled in. You feel humiliated and embarrassed and that feels worse somehow because you can’t avoid him. You can’t keep your distance the way you would be able to if the world weren’t like this, but then again, if the world hadn’t changed, you would have never met him, and maybe for the better, even if the thought breaks your heart.

Nancy opens her mouth as her concerned eyes stay stuck on you, but before she can even ask if you are okay, Eddie kicks her under the table, shaking his head at her with big eyes.

She presses her lips together, shutting her mouth. Her eyebrows furrow as she reads his eyes. It isn’t difficult to figure it out, especially when she takes a look at Steve who is standing there with tense shoulders and a look of guilt and desperation on his face as he watches you.

Oh.

“I’m gonna check out the basement, see if they’ve got a secret armory somewhere.” Eddie murmurs, pushing back his chair as he gets up. His eyes are still on Nancy, motioning for her to come with him.

“Yeah…” Nancy mumbles, eyes flickering back to you. Without even having to see your face, she can sense your sadness. “I’ll go with you.”

Eddie looks over at Steve before he leaves, trying to make the man come to his senses, to fix this mess. He knows it’s probably too late but he won’t stop, not until Steve pushes his worries aside and goes for what he wants.

You look down into your mug after pouring some sugar in. You are alone with him now, their footsteps echo down the hallway. You want nothing more than to turn heel and run, you don’t want to have to look at him, you don’t want to talk to him either; you need time.

Time he won’t give you.

He starts moving towards you, and you tense with each step that he comes closer. You are frozen in place by the time he is next to you.

“Sunshine…”

Steve is looking down at you. The guilt inside of him is eating him alive, seeing the pain etched into your features, the puffy red eyes that indicate the hours you have spent crying last night. His fingers curl into his palms, nails digging into his skin as he fights the urge to pull you into his arms the way he normally would, but he can’t, not now.

He sees the tears that well up in your eyes because of him.

If only you looked at him, you would see the pain in his hazel eyes. The sadness, the aching, the yearning.

“I’m–”

“It’s okay, Steve.” You whisper and turn away from him, not wanting him to see the tears in your eyes. “Please just… I need time, okay?”

Time. You need time to move on from him.

Steve swallows the painful lump in his throat. The thought sickens him even though he knows that this is what’s best for you.

He should shake his head. He should apologize for being such an idiot. He should tell you what worries him, what is holding him back. He should pull you into his arms. He should hug you. He should hold you. He should…

“Okay.”

He should’ve.

The silence becomes too loud when he leaves you standing there alone.

Everything becomes too loud again.

The days that follow after this are filled with a heavy tension that Eddie nor Nancy can explain. You avoid Steve, you avoid him as much as you can in the cramped up place once you are back inside the RV after four long days in the mansion.

You steal Eddie’s spot in the passenger seat. He doesn’t mind it, but it is a little obvious, considering you never cared for it before. You want to avoid him at all cost, and everyone notices it, even the man ignored.

Your cold shoulder begins to frustrate Steve after another two days pass. Almost a week of your silence now and it begins to drive him crazy. All you do is spare him glances, answer with ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to any of his questions.

You asked for time, and he understands it; he gives it to you, but he starts getting irritated. He feels tired, he feels angry, and the guilt lingers in him when he begins to snap at Eddie and Nancy, sparing you because you don’t even pay attention to him, and that begins to sting. Your cold shoulder hurts, the stoic tone in your voice hurts too, when all he’s used to is your warmth and the smile you greeted him with every morning.

He is tired, so tired now that you don’t sleep in his arms anymore. Every time he closes his eyes now horrifying pictures flash in his mind, and every time he falls asleep, he wakes up minutes later, plagued by nightmares he hasn’t dealt with in so long. It’s just like before you, except now the nightmares are even worse because it’s not Robin getting ripped away from him anymore, it’s you now. All he can do is watch how you get torn apart while screaming his name,. He is frozen in place every time, watching the life drain from your eyes, but never looking away from him. He wakes up in cold sweat every time, heart pounding and chest heaving, and even though he knows it’s only a nightmare, he still has to get up to check on you.

He wonders if you are on the same page, if you struggle just as much as he does now that you don’t share a bed with him anymore. The tired look in your pretty features tells him that you do.

The more days pass, the more distance grows between you. You are right there, and yet it feels like you are far away. You refuse to get paired up with him, asking for Nancy or Eddie instead whenever a run into a town is planned.

He is being punished, he tells himself.

It’s not you needing time anymore, it’s you punishing him, he is sure of it. That’s what the anger is telling him, at least.

“I think you should talk to her.”

Nancy’s voice sounds irritated, her face looks like it too.

Eddie narrows his eyes at him, getting fed up with the both of you too but especially with Steve, knowing that things could have been different if he hadn’t been such an idiot.

“Not like she’s gonna talk to me,” Steve murmurs as he runs a hand through his messy hair. “She’s just gonna stare and scoff as always.”

Nancy rolls her eyes at him. You filled her in on everything, told him how he rejected you, how he told you that he doesn’t feel that way for you. And she would have understood it, if he told the truth, but he lied to you and now he is acting like a dick after tripping over his own mistake.

“Can’t blame her, you’re an idiot.” She mumbles under her breath as she turns around to check on you. You are sitting on a bench, enjoying the lake view.

Eddie asked for a break from driving, in need of fresh air and a cigarette.

“What did you just say?” Steve glares at her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You heard me.” Nancy challenges him, crossing her arms over her chest as well. Her protectiveness over you fueling her anger towards him.

“Okay, okay.” Eddie takes one last drag of his cigarette before he throws it into the snow. He takes a step towards Steve, holding both hands out. “Not you two as well now. I’ve got enough of you and her,” he points his fingers to where you are sitting. “I don’t need any more drama, that RV is too small for that.”

Steve takes a deep breath, opening his mouth to speak, but Eddie shakes his head at him and holds his palm up higher.

“Nah, I’m speaking. You go and figure this shit out. You go and talk to her even if she doesn’t talk back, just go and fucking talk to her, it’s been a week and I can’t take this shit anymore.” Eddie exclaims, his eyes burning with despair. “I am not leaving until this tension is cut, alright!?”

Steve draws his eyes down, staring at the ground instead. He clenches his jaw and nods.

“Alright.” He murmurs softly.

“And you,” Eddie turns around to face Nancy, “you sit your ass down on this camping chair and eat your goddamn oatmeal.”

Nancy raises her eyebrows at him, huffing as she uncrosses her arms. She takes another moment before she sits down, not without giving him another eye roll.

Steve takes a deep breath, not even needing any encouragement from Eddie. His frustration is strong and the need to talk to you too. He glances at the metalhead, sighing before he starts walking away from him and towards you.

He walks down the little hill, careful not to slip on the snow. He glances over his shoulder to see Eddie watching him, and this time he can’t help but roll his eyes.

You hear the footsteps, the crunching snow beneath boots. You don’t turn around to look who it is but your heart senses him and you instantly tense up, unable to continue enjoying the sun shining down on you.

Steve stops before you, looking down at you with hints of despair and anger in his hazel eyes.

“Sunshine.”

The tone in his voice makes your eyes snap open. You furrow your eyebrows, irritation building up in you already.

You look up at him, raising your eyebrows in question when you find him glaring at you.

“What?”

His throat bobs and his eyebrows crease together, lips curling into a frown. It feels so foreign to hear you snapping at him, to see you glaring at him. It makes him feel small and vulnerable, yet also angry.

“I gave you time, it’s been a week… and we… we still don’t talk.” He starts, voice sounding tense.

You push yourself up from the bench, standing before him now.

“I don’t want to talk, Steve.” You mumble, ready to step around him and walk away, but he steps before you, blocking your way.

The exhaustion in him, the irritation and the anger is only fueled by your words. He is desperate to go back to normal – as if that could ever be.

“You don’t want to talk to me, is that it?” Steve asks, tilting his head down as he glares into your eyes. “Because I see you talking to them.” He throws his arm up in the direction of the RV. “And you seem fine when you talk to them.”

You open your mouth but close it again when you can’t find the right words to say. Your throat tightens the longer you look at him.

Humiliation runs deep inside you; that is the reason why you can’t talk to him, why you can’t even look at him. Because, how embarrassing and pitiful is the thought of him knowing how you feel about him yet not feeling the same?

You shake your head, taking a deep breath.

“Steve… That’s different–”

“Different?” He scoffs and takes another step back, bringing his hand up to his hair, running his fingers through it. “I didn’t think that a stupid mistake like this would ruin our friendship.”

Stupid mistake.

Another blow. Another slap in your face.

A stupid mistake?

By now, you know that you got all these signals from him wrong, that you saw something that wasn’t there, that you mistook his affection for something more, something you would never share with just a friend.

Your shoulders slump as you blink, staring up at him, only now really taking a close look at him, enough to see the tiredness in his eyes, the exhaustion in his features.

“That’s not fair.” You mumble, frowning at him.

Steve nods, clenching his jaw as his eyes flash with anger.

“You’re right, it’s not fair, Sunshine. We’re adults, and you can’t just act like a pouty brat because things didn’t go like you planned! I gave you time, I did as you asked. I want to keep being friends, I want to go back to how things were before because you mean something to me, but you are completely ignoring my feelings, acting childish!” His words are guided by all those negative emotions that boiled up inside of him, caused by the frustrations, the lack of sleep, and the anger that grew within himself.

You drew back, like you had actually been slapped in the face. Your eyes flash with disbelief. The sadness that spread inside your whole body already was now burning but especially in your eyes.

Your lips curl downwards, and tears well up in your eyes. You wish you felt anger instead; it would make things easier.

Steve blinks, seeing clearer now after the anger wore off with the words he just threw at you. He takes a deep, shaky breath. The guilt punches him in his gut when he notices how hurt you look, and he wants nothing more than to slap himself.

“I– Sunshine, fuck… I-I didn’t…” He pauses when you draw back further after he takes a step forward.

You nod, blinking rapidly as you try to get rid of the tears in your eyes.

“I see how you feel about me now…” You whisper, understanding now why he didn’t want you.

Just like you had once suspected, he would never want someone like you. He made sure you knew beforehand, and yet you still fell. He called you immature before, more than once. And he was right, because maybe if you weren’t such a naive, childish woman, you would have taken a step back a long time ago and seen things for what they were, but instead you relied on your hopes and dreams, the way a child would.

Steve shakes his head, his hazel eyes flashing with the need to explain, but you aren’t even looking at him anymore.

“No, Sunshine… Please–”

A bone chilling scream cuts him off, echoing through the trees around you both, followed by a gunshot that you know is loud enough to lure anything close by in.

“Eddie!” Nancy’s scream leaves shivers running down your spine.

Your head snaps up, eyes locking with Steve’s in horror. Both of you push the fight aside, forgetting everything for a moment as you both turn around and start running up the hill, back to your friends. You reach for the gun in your holster, clicking the safety off.

Your heart begins to pound in your chest, ringing in your ear, and tightening your throat as the shots keep going off. This moment reminds you too much of the attack not too long ago, and you aren’t ready, you aren’t ready to kill again.

But it’s not people being a threat this time, no, it’s monsters, too many at that. The dog-like creatures that Eddie calls demodogs. Nancy keeps reloading her rifle, shooting the ones charging at her as her panicked eyes keep flashing back to Eddie who is swinging the axe around.

There is so much blood, red blood in the white snow, both from the demodogs and from Eddie. You don’t have the time to look at where his blood is actually coming from because a demodog charges right at Steve, not even giving him the time to react as he reaches for his bat, which he left leaning against the RV.

You raise your arms up, aiming at the demodogs’ head, taking the shot before it gets the chance to jump at him.

Steve flinches, turning around with wide eyes as he looks down at the twitching demodog at his feet. His eyes meet yours for a brief second, nodding at you.

“Eddie, watch out!” Nancy screams.

It all goes too fast, before you can even move, before you can even blink, you watch Eddie getting tackled to the ground, his head crashing against a tree root.

Steve’s eyes are wide with horror, just like your own. He charges forward, swinging his bat against the demodog, who was ready to turn Eddie into its lunch.

You start shooting at every demodog charging at you and your friends. The adrenaline kicks off inside of you.

“Where are they fucking coming from!?” Nancy yells as her rifle clicks empty. You cover her back, aiming at the creatures coming from behind the trees. For the first time, you regret stopping by the forest. You don’t know where to look, where to aim at, too many for your liking, emerging from the woods.

“Eddie! Eddie, don’t do this, man!” Steve’s desperate voice echoes as he crouches before his friend, who is fighting his consciousness. His eyes were opening and closing. Blood is oozing from his head and his leg. Dead creatures lie around him.

Your heart drops when you see Steve shaking him, slapping his cheek as he tries to keep him awake.

Your breath gets caught in your throat first, Eddie’s name falling from your lips as you stare in horror. And then… the wind suddenly gets knocked out of you, the gun drops from your hand and into the snow, claws digging through your thick jacket as your body hits the cold ground.

Your hand falls into the icy snow, your head hitting the harsh ground beneath it. You blink in pain as the world becomes blurry before you for a split second. You breathe in deeply, hand patting the ground in search of the gun that slipped from your hands.

You hear your name being called. His voice calling out to you.

And as you come to your senses again, your eyes widen in fear when you see the opening head, charging down at you, ready to feast on your flesh.

For a split second, you see death welcoming you. The darkness ready to claim you, ready to take you into its cold embrace, to take your soul sooner than it was meant to.

Everything flashes before your eyes. He flashes before your eyes.

And then… it’s gone again, just like that.

You scrunch your eyes shut as the body flies off you, slammed away with the nailed bat. You hear the flesh being teared open, the squelching as the bat repeatedly slams into the body. You open your eyes again, turning to your side as you try to catch your breath, watching Steve kill the creature that attacked you.

Blood drips from his bat, and he only steps away once the body stops moving. His chest is moving up and down heavily, his dark eyes flashing with concern as he looks back down at you. He steps towards you, eyes moving up and down your body, fear flashing across his face.

He almost forgets your surroundings, ready to drop to his knees before you and pull you into his arms but Nancy’s scream pulls him back onto the field and you both turn towards her, her rifle aimed at the demodog charging at her as she covers Eddie’s body with her own, but before she can even pull the trigger, a loud shot goes off, taken from a different direction, its head blown off and blood splattered across her jacket now.

You look around, eyes wide and heart jumping to your throat when you see the men, four of them on horses, heavily armed.

Nancy looks down at herself, watching wide eyed as the blood runs down her jacket. She glances only briefly at the men, before she drops her rifle on the ground beside her and crawls towards Eddie.

“Eddie…Eddie!” Her panicked voice echoes.

You push yourself up, searching for your gun in the snow as your hands begin to shake. The moment oh too familiar, the panic rises inside of you, stinging in your throat as breathing becomes a struggle.

You find your gun and pick it up, holding it tightly as you step in front of Steve.

“Sunshine…” He murmurs from behind you, taking a step closer, and he curls his hand around your wrist. His eyes flicker back and forth between his unconscious friend and the men moving closer to all of you, noticing how the demodogs start retreating, running back into the woods.

“Steve! He is losing blood!” Nancy’s panicked voice finally gets to you.

You blink, forcing your eyes away from the group moving towards you. You keep your finger on the trigger, ready to shoot if anything goes sideways again. You step over the dead bodies, stepping over the blood as you and Steve rush over to Eddie.

Concern rushes through you when you take in the sight of him. He is out, unconscious, and barely breathing. Blood is coating his cheek and his ear, oozing from the wound on his head. You forget about the panic inside of you, about the group of strangers coming closer, about everything. Your heart is pounding strongly, and the despair inside of you is growing.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as the paralyzing fear takes hold of your body. “Eddie…”

Nancy already tended to the wound on his leg, but she looks a little helpless as she stares at the wound on his head – it’s not that she doesn’t know what to do, it’s the fact that the panic inside of her makes her unable to work. The logical part of her brain is shut off, the emotional part stronger now as she cries for her best friend. Her hands shake terribly as she stares at him, her blue eyes filled with tears as she keeps repeating his name.

Steve stares down in horror, frozen and paralyzed. The sight before him reminding him too much of the day he lost her. He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know how to move.

He wishes it were only one of his nightmares.

“Hey.” The stranger's voice makes your head snap up, hand holding onto the gun tightly. The man holds his hands up after he gets down from his horse. He takes no step forward yet, trying to show you that he means no harm. His blue eyes move across your little group before they settle on Eddie. “Mind if I take a look? I can help.”

Nancy looks up before you can say anything. She nods, without even taking a look around first, without making sure that they aren’t bad people, and it only shows you just how desperate she is to save her friend, not caring about the potential danger.

And you know that you can’t care about it either right now, not when Eddie is bleeding out in the snow.

The man crouches down before Eddie, eyebrows furrowing as he leans down and carefully picks his head up.

He eyes the wound, touching around it before he checks for a pulse. “Weak pulse, but it’s there.” He looks up, eyes moving back and forth between Nancy’s panicked ones and Steve’s frozen ones, finally they lock with yours. “He needs medical attention… immediately. He’s got a concussion and an open wound,” he pauses, glancing at Eddie’s leg, at the makeshift bandage around it, blood oozing through it too. “He definitely needs stitches, maybe even surgery.”

You look back and forth between him and his men who are still on the horses, watching out for any incoming threat.

“We got a little community down the road, we got doctors and all medical supplies necessary–”

“Okay, okay!” Nancy nods, wiping away her tears. “Take us there!”

Under any other circumstance, she would have never reacted this way, neither would Steve or even you, but you have no choice at this moment. All you can do is get up and take a step back, watching the strangers carry Eddie into the RV after wrapping up his head.

Nancy follows inside right away, taking a seat beside Eddie.

Steve is staring at the blood in the snow, Eddie’s blood. He is barely blinking, barely breathing. His body is frozen.

“Steve!!!” Her voice echoed in his head as if she were there on the floor again, getting dragged, her hand reaching out for him desperately.

Your chest aches, eyes softening as you see the state he is in. The fear of losing another friend set so deeply inside of him. You take a step towards him after putting your gun back into your holster, reaching out to take his hand, “Steve?”

The touch of your hand, the softness in your voice calling out his name, instantly grounds him, pulling him back to here. He blinks as he stares into your eyes.

“Come on…” You whisper, squeezing his hand.

He curls his hand around your own, holding on tightly, like he is scared you were gonna let go again. His heart warms at your touch, at the caring look in your eyes.

“Eddie’s gonna be okay.” You mumble softly. “But we need to go now…”

You try to let go of his hand as you guide him towards the RV, but his grip on your hand only tightens, not letting you let go.

“Okay.” You whisper, taking one last look around before you step inside the RV, pulling him in with you.

The man tending to Eddie’s wound, steps away when you walk in. The guy beside him, looking no older than seventeen, gives you a nod before he walks past you and out of the RV.

“I’ll stay with you, guys. Either of you wanna drive, or do you want me to?” The man who took care of Eddie asks, looking between you both.

You glance at Steve, who drops the bloody bat on the ground. He fishes out the keys from his pocket, handing them to the man, “you can drive, doesn’t matter anymore.”

The man gives him a curt nod, understanding what he means by that. He grabs the keys, wasting no time to get into the driver's seat.

You close the door behind you and lead Steve towards the bench, sitting down with him, you glance at Nancy, who is sitting beside Eddie, holding his hand.

“I know it ain’t mean much in this world, but I promise we’re good people.” The stranger you have yet to learn the name of speaks.

Steve nods, not saying anything but squeezing your hand – a silent promise to protect you if it comes down to it.

For a moment, whatever happened between you two before all this, vanished. You keep holding his hand, and he keeps caressing your knuckles the way he did before, when things were still okay between you.

Steve’s eyes move back and forth between his friend and you, while you look out the window, preparing for whatever is about to come.

You shift in your seat, eyes flicking back and forth between the window and the man driving the RV. He has a gun in his holster, a belt around his waist, knives, and an axe secured in it. His clothes are clean, cleaner than those of the people who attacked you on the street.

You don’t know how long it took you to get there, but it felt like hours, the more you looked at Eddie, just laying there without any movement. Steve’s hand tightens around you, and his back straightens when he sees the gates that keep the community safe from the outer world.

The man opens the window, waving at the guard on one of the towers who is holding a rifle, looking down at the RV with a skeptical look on his face.

The sudden crackling noise of a walkie startles you a bit.

“Open the gate, it’s me.” The man grumbles into his walkie. “Tell Charlie to be ready, we've got a code one.”

“Copy.” The man on the tower nods, signaling with his arm towards someone standing on the other side of the gate.

You lean forward as you watch the gate open, you keep holding onto Steve’s hand as the RV starts driving again slowly. Your body is restless, heart pounding in your chest, nerves running high as your eyes take in the sight before you.

There are guards, four of them, two on each tower, two by the gate. They nod at the driver once the RV passed the gates, all of them are armed with rifles. They all look like military minus the attire.

As you drive further into the community that looks like a small town, you notice people walking down the street, others standing by a building that looks like an old bakery, chatting and laughing with each other. You see a playground and children playing there, throwing snowballs at each other.

This place looks like it has been untouched by the outer world – it looks odd compared to what you have seen all these months.

You and Steve turn to look at each other, your eyes sharing the same emotions.

Once the RV stops in front of what you assume is the infirmary, you and Steve get up. You let go of his hand, placing it over your gun instead, just in case.

The man driving the RV, kills the ignition and removes the keys, handing them back to Steve with a nod.

“I’ll get some help, y’all stay here.” He mumbles before he brushes past Steve and opens the door, leaving it open as he makes his way into the building.

Your heart is still pounding both in fear for Eddie and in anxiety of being stuck in a place you know nothing about. You just hope that you didn’t walk right into a trap.

Eddie’s unmoving body makes you feel sick, the thought of losing him crossing your mind when you see just how much blood he has lost. You aren’t sure if and how you would keep going if it happened – let alone how they would keep going.

Steve can’t even find it in himself to care about the potential danger you are all in. He is staring at Eddie, still frozen in place, hand searching for yours again. You won’t deny or reject him now, you slip your fingers through his and give his hand a squeeze that says ‘I’m here, no matter what, I’m here.’

“Howdy.” A man wearing a white coat greets you, clearly the doctor. He offers you a kind smile as he brushes past you and Steve, already having noticed Eddie on the bed. “Let me take a look.”

You and Steve step aside when two other men walk in, carrying a stretcher.

“Alright, let’s get him inside.” The doctor orders.

Everything moves quickly after, a blur thanks to the adrenaline and worry. The men carry Eddie outside of the RV and into the infirmary. Nancy follows first, her panicked look never fading. You and Steve follow, his hand still clinging to yours as you step into the unfamiliar place.

The smell of disinfection hangs heavy in the air. The place looks clean, spotless. You pass by a few rooms, noticing the medical equipment in all of them.

“You guys can wait here, Aaron will be right with y’all.” The doctor explains, looking mostly at Nancy, who doesn’t want to step away from Eddie.

She nods, blinking away tears that still linger in her eyes.

“Here.” The doctor gestures to the chair behind her, “take a seat, I’ll update you in a minute, alright?”

“Alright… Alright.” Nancy murmurs and sits down, breathing shakily.

The doctor looks up from her, glancing between you both, “you too.”

“Yeah, okay.” You nod at him, assuming that Aaron must be the guy who drove the RV.

The doctor walks into the room where Eddie was carried into. He closes the door behind him, leaving you all in the quiet hallway. You take a deep breath, noticing how much your heart is still pounding, how much your hands are shaking, even with the touch of his hand.

You turn to look at him, his eyes are so hollow, and he looks so lost. It hurts to see him like this.

“Come on,” you whisper as your eyes trace his features. “Let’s sit.”

Steve nods, agreeing almost robotically. He sits down, and you follow, taking the seat between him and Nancy. You glance at her, your heart clenches in your chest. You reach your hand out and squeeze her forearm.

She nods at you, trying to smile, but you can see how much she is struggling to, how scared she is.

You want to assure her, to tell her that he will be alright, but your words are caught in your throat. You don’t know how much time passes as you sit there, but it feels like forever. The clock on the wall across from you is ticking. Nancy is bouncing her knee beside you, unable to find rest. You are on the same page, and Steve is too, but his eyes are frozen, stuck on the ground.

It seemed as if the people here knew not to offer anything until you all had a bit more trust in them. Maybe waiting for the leader or the head of the community to have a word with you all first, which made sense.

The door at the end of the hallway opens, making you all straighten your backs. The man who brought you here, Aaron, you assume, steps in. He closes the door and makes his way over to you.

“Hey guys.” He nods at you all, rubs his hands together, and leans against the wall across from you, crossing his feet. “Charlie’s a good doctor, your friend will be alright.” He starts, assuring you.

Nobody speaks. No one even knows what to say.

“Are y’all looking for a place to stay or just passing through?” He asks, looking between all of you.

“Passing through.” Steve mumbles from beside you, eyes hard as he looks at the man.

“Where’s your destination?”

Steve falls silent again, clearly not trusting the man despite the help he’s provided so far.

And you might not be the best judge, but you can tell that he is harmless, at least if he wants to be. His stance and his body tells you that he is trained, years of military experience probably. Even with the thick jacket on, you can tell that he is muscular. He surely doesn’t need the weapons on him to do some damage. Besides, this place wouldn’t be filled with people and children if they had ill intentions.

“California.” Nancy says, surprising both you and Steve, earning a glare from the latter.

“Oh?” He pushes himself off the wall, eyes sparking with interest. “The beach?”

“Yeah.” She nods.

He hums, nodding as he looks between you all, eyes lingering on you for a moment.

“You guys from Hawkins?”

Steve tenses up beside you, eyebrows creasing together as his lips part.

“We had a little group passin’ through a while back, probably a year back by now,” he explains. “They were from Hawkins, heading to California as well.”

Nancy and Steve share a look before they look back at him, eyes sparkling with interest now. He straightens up beside you, still holding your hand.

“One of the teens got sick, so they had to stay here for a week. We gave them medicine and recipes in case of any sicknesses in the future–”

“Teens?” Steve asks, leaning forward. “Which one?” He asks, hope rising up inside of him.

The man before you furrows his eyebrows, “curly hair, lisp, he uh had cleidocranial dysplasia–”

“Dustin.” Steve sighs, worriedly to find out that he dealt with a sickness, but relieved to know that he is alright.

Nancy sighs beside you, her eyes widening in relief.

“Yeah, that was his name. We’re still in contact with them, if you want to, I’ll take y’all to the radio station tomorrow morning. I’m assuming your friend will need to stay in the infirmary tonight, maybe tomorrow too. You guys will get a place to stay–”

“I don’t wanna leave Eddie.” Nancy shakes her head.

“I understand. You can move into one of our cabins tomorrow morning, after you talk to your friends.”

You and Nancy nod, feeling more comfortable with that.

Steve doesn’t seem fond of the idea, but he doesn’t argue against it, knowing that Dustin and the others were here shows him that he can put aside his distrust.

The door opens before any of you can speak up again. The doctor walks out, causing all of you to tense up, Nancy especially.

“He’s got a mild concussion, head injury looked worse than it actually was, but he lost a lot of blood on his leg. The cut was pretty deep. We stitched it up, but needs a blood transfusion.” He explains, looking down at Nancy. “You know his blood type?”

“He’s a type B.” She says, voice filled with anxiety because she can’t help.

Steve huffs beside you, worriedly.

“I’m type B too.” You speak up, letting go of Steve’s hand, you waste no time getting up and take off your jacket. “You can take my blood.”

Steve leans forward, looking up at you with wide eyes.

The doctor nods, he opens the door to the operating room, and gestures for you to step inside. You do, stepping forward and towards the room, you look back at him one more time. He is staring at you, eyes filled with emotions that could have fooled you. Soft and filled with something that you swore wasn’t just platonic.

Were you really so far off?

Or was he just giving the wrong signs?

A soft touch on your hand pulls you back, and you look down, meeting Nancy’s eyes and her sad smile, “thank you,” she whispers, squeezing your hand.

“Of course.” You squeeze her hand back before you let go and walk into the room. Eyes falling on Eddie’s body on the bed right away. Your heart clenches in your chest at the sight of him, face falling. The machines are beeping loudly beside him, his body still unmoving.

“Aaron.” The doctor calls for the blue eyed man, motioning for him to follow inside. “Set the IV will ya?”

Steve tenses up, not wanting to be without you, not wanting you to be left alone with a stranger. He refuses to move away from his spot, refusing to walk into any other room and further away from you.

The door closes behind you, and the man, Aaron, takes his jacket off, hanging it on the hook on the door. He walks over to the sink and washes his hands, glancing at you.

“Take a seat, ma’am.” He gestures to the chair beside Eddie’s bed.

You nod, making your way towards Eddie. You eye him, your eyes filling with sadness as you take his state in.

You sit down without tearing your eyes away from him. The thought that you couldn’t protect him, that this happened again, sickens you. Guilt sparks up inside of you. If you hadn’t been so busy arguing with Steve, this wouldn’t have happened.

Oh, Eddie.

“You okay?” The man asks as he steps up before you, two needles and an IV line in his hand.

“Yeah.”

“You’re not afraid of needles, are you?”

“No,” you shake your head.

“Alright,” he nods, smiling softly at you. “Take your sweater off, please.”

You reach for the hem of your sweater, feeling glad for the tank top you have on underneath. You throw the sweater over the chair and lean back.

“I’m Aaron, by the way.”

You raise your eyebrows and look up to find him looking at you already, getting the IV line ready after injecting the needle into Eddie’s arm. He leans down before you, moving closer, and he sprays some disinfectant on your arm before he checks for a vein.

You give him your name, offering a kind smile when his eyes meet yours.

“Nice to meet you,” he smiles, tilting his chin down. “You’re from Hawkins too?” He asks, distracting you from the needle he injects into your skin.

“No,” you shake your head, ignoring the sting. “I’m from Nevada.”

“Oh, you’re a long way from home then.”

You nod, eyes following the tattoos on his skin that disappear under the sleeve of his shirt.

“Yeah, I was in New York for college when all this started…”

He raises his eyebrow, not looking away from the IV until it starts drawing blood and flooding through the line.

“You found your way to Indiana?” Aaron asks, eyes meeting yours again.

“Yeah, stumbled right into Hawkins,” you say, smiling at the memory.

“You were on your own before?”

You nod, avoiding his eyes as he stares at you, his blue eyes moving across your face. It isn’t difficult to see how handsome he is, even in this state you are in, troubled by worry and anxiety, you still see it, you would have to be blind not to.

“Brave girl.”

You cast your eyes on the ground, blushing.

He smiles to himself when he notices your reaction, and he takes a step back, checking on Eddie.

“Alright, I’m gonna get you something to eat, you’ll need it after.”

“Okay,” you nod, giving him a small smile before you look over at Eddie. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, ma’am.”

You are left alone with silence and your own thoughts after he leaves the room. You sink into the chair, keeping your eyes locked on your friend. The exhaustion of this day is catching up to you slowly, tiredness taking over you, and sleep envelopes you quickly, welcoming you with open arms.

“Psst.”

You feel something poking your arm, shaking you.

“Sunshine.”

Your eyebrows crease, your mind still hazy, feeling far away somewhere.

“Don’t die, you’re still a virgin.”

You open your eyes, frowning in confusion, needing a moment to take in your surroundings. Eddie’s kind eyes meet yours, a loopy smile on his face.

You look down at his arm, the needle and the IV gone, a bandaid covering the spot the needle poked through.

“There she is,” he grins.

A groan falls from your lips, your back hurting from falling asleep on the uncomfortable chair. You don’t even register the comment he made. You blink, needing a moment to fully wake.

“I was kinda hoping the pain meds would get me high but I don’t feel shit.” Eddie frowns, pouting as he looks at you.

You eye him up and down, moving closer, something falls off your shoulders and you look down, frowning when you notice a blanket that wasn’t there before. You glance at the bedside table, a chocolate bar and a glass of orange juice standing there for you.

“Can’t believe you gave me your blood, we’re blood sisters now.” Eddie grins, trying to make you smile.

You look up, shaking your head at him. Is he really not high?

“Come on, I’m trying to make you smile.”

“I appreciate that,” you mumble, tilting your head to the side. “I’m happy you’re back. Are you okay?”

Eddie’s smile curls into a softer one, his brown eyes flashing with sympathy, knowing you feel guilt for not getting to him sooner. “I’m okay. Can’t believe they got me twice.” He murmurs. “Also, can’t believe I got Nancy Wheeler crying over me, she was full on sobbing when she and Steve came in before.” He chuckles, like they aren’t best friends.

Was Steve the one who put the blanket around you?

“I’m sorry, Eddie…” You whisper, reaching for his hand as you eye the bandage around his head, the bruise forming on the side of his head.

The anxiety, the anger from the day before has passed and left your body. All that is left now is the sadness and heartbreak, mixed with guilt from not being able to protect him.

His painful screams echo in your mind just like Steve’s hurtful words dawn on you again, repeating themselves in your brain over and over again.

You rarely cried before, you never cried when you were on your own, you found it hard to. But now tears well up in your eyes, and you can’t push them away.

“Hey…” Eddie whispers, his smile falling when he notices your face crumbling. “Sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper weakly as the first tears begin to fall, rolling down your cheek before you can even stop it. “If I hadn’t done anything, or tried anything at all with him, I wouldn’t have asked to stop for some air because the RV suffocated me with him in there and–”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Eddie shakes his head, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer, trying to hug you. You welcome it, lying your head on his chest carefully.

He knew it was bound to happen, he knew you were gonna break down sooner or later after Steve’s rejection.

“I got you.” He whispers, running his fingers through your hair as cry softly. “Please tell me that idiot apologized.” He mumbles, remembering how he sent him to talk to you. He didn’t have the chance to ask him before, one of the male nurses came in and asked them to follow him for a general checkup.

You shake your head, keeping your eyes closed.

He looks down at you, and the pain is written across your face.

“What happened…?” He whispers, frowning.

You shrug, not wanting to tell him.

“Sweetheart–”

The door opens, and someone steps in, making you pull away from Eddie. You quickly wipe your tears and turn around.

“You alright, Honey?” Aaron asks, looking at you.

Eddie raises his eyebrows as he eyes the man, head tilting to the side in curiosity when he notices the way he looks at you.

“Yeah,” you nod, sniffling as you glance at Eddie. “I’m just happy this moron is awake.”

“Hey, I have feelings!” Eddie gasps, acting offended.

Aaron chuckles as he walks over to him, checking the vital signs on the monitor.

“You’ll be fine in a week or so. Gotta keep the injury in check, Doc had to give you some stitches.” He explains.

“Oh man, a scar no one can see?” Eddie whines.

You giggle at him, shaking your head.

Aaron looks at you, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie. The man clears his throat and steps back, “alright, whenever you are feeling like you are ready to walk again, I’ll show you to your cabin.” He explains, nodding at you. “And you should eat something, you gave a lot of blood.”

You nod, casting your eyes down shyly.

“I’ll come check on you in a few hours again, but for now, you should rest some more, Eddie.” Aaron says as he makes his way to the door. “Your friends are outside, I’ll send them in.”

Eddie nods at him, waiting until he is gone. He clears his throat, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks down at you.

“Sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” You mumble as you take a sip of the orange juice.

“Found you a Cowboy.”

You almost spit out your juice, coughing loudly as you punch your chest in order to push the rest down. Eddie chuckled but winced as the action made the stitches move slightly.

“I’m– Not interested.” You say, and Eddie sighs, shaking his head at you.

“Have you seen that man? I’ll be forever pissed at you if he makes a move and you don’t take it.” You blink a few times, surprised by Eddie’s words and– You have seen him.

You took notice before of his features, his eyes, his beard, his clothes, and the roughness of his voice. It was hard not to, even in the situation you were all in. Yet–

“Eddie?” Nancy rushed in, a smile on her face as Steve breathed heavily, right behind her. They both rushed to Eddie’s side, and you could only see the brown haired guy that was smiling with relief, as he hugged his friend after Nancy had her share.

Your heartstrings tugged at you, painfully so. Your fingers wrapped around the blanket again as you felt a shiver run down your spine. Yeah, Aaron was handsome, as Eddie put it.

But those blue eyes had nothing against hazel ones.

Not even close.

☀︎

welp I am sorry. here is Aaron for y'all (face claim. not the actual actor, they just happen to have the same name lmao)

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#steve harrington x reader #stranger things angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington

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loveanddeepdick · 9 months ago

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Please could I get anything to do with an obsessed geto when he’s feeling jealous/possessive- I’m a new follower and I love your obsessed geto work😩

hii anon i’m saurrr excited this is my first req! so ask and you shall receive! if u guys want more then just lmk >.<

obsessed!geto x f!reader || no genitalia is present but I marked it f!reader because shoko and geto refer to you with feminine terms, continuation of my previous obsessed!geto post

cw and notes: sfw but suggestive, geto is extremely possessive and jealous on the dl, SHOKO AND HIGURAMA CAMEO YAY, mentions of handcuffing you, shoko is concerned that geto is too clingy with you hehe

obsessed!geto who sees you talking to higurama at school when while drops off yuji’s items. he watches from the doorway into the courthe knows it’s unreasonable for his blood to be boiling at the sight of you talking to another man but he knows you’re loyal. no matter where you were, you were his girl and he was your man.

higurama’s eyes catches geto’s as he’s closing his conversation with you. both men are silent, staring at each other.

“thanks, hiromi! i’ll see you when yuji comes back from his school trip!”, you waved higurama goodbye, not sensing the eyes burning in your back.

“uh—yeah, i’ll see you”

right as higurama turns around, you yelp, almost dropping the box of yuji’s items when you feel two hands wrap around your waist.

“hi angel”, geto mumbled into your ear. you turn around, meeting the pretty face of your boyfriend. his eyes were closed and his eyebrows were furrowed against your head.

“whats going on, sugu? usually you hate pda”

“just missed you, that’s all”

“is this because of hiromi? are you jellyyy”, you giggle, squeezing his cheek. he gives a low chuckle before nodding his head again.

“aww.. you big ol’ baby, you know you’re the only for me!”

“yeah, i know sweetheart. im the only man for you”

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

obsessed!geto who hates when someone actually notices and points out how clingy he can be. of course, geto knows he's possessive and wants to stay as nonchalant as possible but it’s so hard when he finds you so attractive.

it's a friday night in your house and you're laying on the couch with shoko, binging love island season six while snacking on some popcorn. you two are complaining about the men on screen when shoko brings up that geto is as clingy as the men on love island.

“heyy, girl, you know.. suguru is really clingy toward you, don’t you think? i've never seen him act this way", shoko mumbles, letting out a small giggle

geto overhears shoko from the kitchen, stopping in his steps. shoko was his friend too and knows her too well. before he could deject, he hears you instead.

"hm? i don't think he's too clingy. i think it's just right, actually", you reply with a mouth full of popcorn.

"you two talking about me?" geto smiles as he snakes a hand on the nape of your neck and down your back as he approaches you two from behind the couch.

"jeez, give us a warning, suguru. i was just telling your wifey here that you need to lay off her back a little. i mean, you two are way past your honeymoon stage and you're still connected to her as if you're handcuffed or something", shook shrugged.

well that was an idea for later

"shoko, i think i know what's best for my girlfriend. if she wants space, she would've told me", geto plants a kiss before leaving the room again, chuckling at shoko, "maybe find a girlfriend of your own, ierie".

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

after shoko left, it was 1:27am and you were cleaning up the blankets. you felt geto's looming presence in the doorway of the living room as you threw away the unpopped popcorn bits into the trash. you turned your head and he smiled when he noticed that you finally acknowledged him. it was almost eerie the way he could show up, go places, and just stalk there without anyone noticing. you, being his girlfriend, of course became accustomed to it and it didn't scare you anymore.

"hi, baby, not sleeping yet?" you shuffle over in your comfy slippers and give him a small peck on the corner of his mouth before brushing your thumb on his cheek.

"nah.. just waiting for you, angel", geto stepped forward towards you and cupped your face. his calloused hands englufed your cheeks as he looked down at you with an unreadable expression.

"am i too clingy for you, doll? do you want some space?".

geto almost smirked knowing your answer. of course it'd be no. he knew you and had dug up everything about you before you two had officially started dating. it's not like he had to change anything about him, he always was and will be your perfect man.

"mm-mm!", you shook your head, "don't think about was ierie said too much, sugu".

geto visibly relaxed a little. his shoulders slightly came down before his right hand trailed down to your waist and his other hand reached into his pocket to pull out something metal.

you were his. you'd always be his no matter how people looked at you too.

"so... about the handcuff thing that she said earlier.."

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader smut #geto smut #geto suguru #rina journal 📝#obsessed!geto

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boobertronian · 4 months ago

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Conventional Gym

Eunbi x 2 Trainers

Continuation of previous chapters

Proofread by @vorrentis

Word counts : 10832 words

All works are fiction

ENJOY !!

Eunbi: "Wait a sec, hiii Karina !!!”

Karina: "Omg Eunbi-unnie!!! What are you doing here ?? Are you having class as well?"

Eunbi: "Yes I do actually! Glad we’re having the same session though, and same studio too!"

Karina: "Yayyyy!!! I'm sorry I never really chatted to you much during music shows and such and we rarely had any comebacks together … but hey we’re here now!! We should go somewhere together after class!"

Eunbi: "Yes we should!! We can go to the market and grab some food and .. how about at my place?"

Karina: "Sounds good unnie !!”

Instructor : "Alright everyone! Let’s start our class today !!”

An hour later…

Eunbi, sipping on the water : "That was one hell of a session … wow that was quite tiring!"

Karina: "But unnie you executed the poses and exercises well!"

Eunbi: "Thanks Karina!! Ok, let’s stretch a bit then go, we should pass by my house! I have some food there but couldn’t finish alone so hopefully you won’t mind?"

Karina: "Of course!! I won’t deny food hehe, I'm a big eater anyway!"

A few hours later, at Eunbi’s apartment

Eunbi: "And voila! Welcome to my place!"

Karina: "Wow it’s so cozy!!”

Eunbi: "Come on in!! Hopefully you don’t mind my little place!"

Karina: "Woah Unnie this is too nice!! I love it, really my type of house!"

Eunbi: “Thank you!! I like to keep it as cozy as possible! For me and my little Geumbi!”

Geumbi runs out and sniffs into Karina’s feet, makes her tickles

Karina: "Sooo cute! I should get a puppy too! My fortune teller told me I'll be fit with a puppy!! Shall we get started on the meal?”

Eunbi: “Yeah, let’s see, you can help me cut off some veggies, and prepare for our table!"

Karina: "I'm down!"

The two start prepping for their meals, cooking quite a feast and started to enjoy their homemade meal.

Karina: "Unnie this is good! Damn we’re so good at this haha! Man I can have you as my chef!"

Eunbi: "Haha, oh well, I'm not that good with cooking anyway, but thank you!"

Karina: "Nahhhh unnie your cooking skills are way better than mine!"

The two enjoyed their food, with Geumbi also being playful, runs around the table making both of them laughs out loud.

For a moment later, after they finished their main courses, they moved onto a smaller coffee table near the sofa, and enjoy their desserts.

Karina: "Man Unnie even the dessert is good! How did you do it?"

Eunbi: "Oh thanks! It’s some tips from my mom and my Izone members, I miss them :pout: "

Karina: "Awww, I miss my members too whenever I'm doing solo endeavors! But hopefully you can spend more time with them soon!"

Eunbi: "I need to! But anyway, Karina, you’re doing so much solo show, and your concert, omg, and that collab with Yujin, your body is amazing!! Is it all thanks to pilates?"

Karina: "Oh actually, it’s pilates, air yoga and calisthenics unnie! I used to do a lot of strength training, later on I kinda switched it to pilates and air yoga for a long time! But after that show with Gym Jung-kook sunbaenim, I need to dive back into the strength and such, so I found out about calisthenics!"

Eunbi: "Oh my Karina you’re so athletic! I'm feeling ashamed of myself! I only do pilates now and I barely do strength training even though I have membership over his Star gym! I should be more serious about it …”

Karina: "I think pilates is good unnie! But yes if you an combine both with strength training you’ll be great!! We’re dancers so I feel like strength trainings really help us to prevent injuries and improve our joint health! My calisthenic coach HELPED me out a lot!"

Eunbi: "Oh wait a minute, did you say you do calisthenics right? am I spelling it right?"

Karina: "Yes unnie! are you … interested in it too? I can show you some moves and ask my coach … “

Eunbi: "Ohh, I'm asking you because… I heard your stories about calisthenics from Jihyo and Nayeon, but I thought I didn’t listen to the right word!"

Karina: "Ah yes Jihyo-unnie and Nayeon-unnie! yes I did tell them about it after I heard their own stories with Muay Thai!"

Eunbi: "Wait… are we .. talking about the same stories? Like … because a few days ago, I was visiting Jihyo’s place, somehow Nayeon was there too so we spent the night. And .. they told me about their “experiences” over Thailand. From what I recount they …”

“ … had sex with multiple trainers over the facility!”

The two spoke in unison, covering their mouths in surprise.

Karina: “Oh my god! Unnie you know their stories too? It was pretty wild for me too, because Nayeon-unnie told my little Winter, then I had to ask her again for it. It was pretty crazy they both did that!"

Eunbi: "I know right? When they told me about theirs, I was … you know, very surprised how they got away with it! And nothing made the news too! But yes it was pretty wild they had sex with multiple guys. And also … “

Karina: "Yes unnie?"

Eunbi: "They kinda told me about … your experiences too .. I'm sorry that they spilled that over for me …”

Karina: "Ah.. well, I guess Nayeon-unnie couldn’t keep the secret then, but oh well I don’t blame her, it was .. pretty hot too for me tbh hehe. As long as only people in our idols circles know it’s … fine I think .”

Eunbi: "So … Karina, you … had sex with your trainer? Over the .. calisthenics studio too?"

Karina: "And in his place too unnie, and … many times too hehe”

Eunbi: "Oh wow, really? Man that sounds … hot! But.. how did you get into that situation in the first place?"

Karina: "Well, I … read some nsfw stuffs on tumblr unnie hehe. There are quite a lot of it, especially for Kpop idols like us. I read some stories about me, and I started to have some fantasies with it, especially the ones I read from a tumblr name boobetronian about me having sex in a gym, so therefore… I was daring and gave it a try hehe. I think… you and I are one of those idols who’s having LOTS of nsfw smuts lol, especially… well, for you unnie, your waterbomb performances, your popularity just gone straight up on that community for fan fictions and nsfw for sure .”

Eunbi: "Oh really? I.. heard of fan fictions but nsfw fan fictions for us? Well, I guess I don’t use internet that often then lol. So you… read a story and then .. you have sex with your trainer? Kinda like … inspirations?"

Karina: "Yes unnie, you can say that ~~. I actually got a lucky shot with my trainer because it was an empty day hehe. I admit that I did get there to train calisthenics since I was curious, I didn’t even think the sex went THAT well ~~. My trainer he was AMAZING in both his calisthenics skills and … sorry I say this but, he fucked me goooood hehe”

Eunbi: "Oh wow, I never thought you would be that … experimental hehe. But oh well, I guess you had a great time.”

Karina: "Unnie, between us two, did you … ever have sex hehe”

Eunbi (giggles ) : "Well .. yes hehe, I did have some fun, why you ask?"

Karina: "Did you … ever have sex somewhere else beside your own place? Or someone else place?"

Eunbi: "Well yes, I had some of my … fun times over waterbombs, some between my comebacks, some over my vacations hehe. They were mostly flings, so I don’t meet those guys anymore, but why did you ask all of sudden?”

Karina: "After you heard my stories and such, you.. ever feel like doing it at the gym or such ~~?”

Eunbi ;"I never did that before, I only had sex in my place … or hotels, but not like a public one like that, even if it’s public only quickies not like .. full on sex like that, let alone having multiple guys. But, that does sound kinda hot though hehe, I'm … actually interested and intrigued that’s why I asked you ”

Jihyo : "Oh yes Unnie, it was hot, and even hotter if it’s unexpected too, or with strangers like that, don’t you think so?"

Eunbi: "Oh yeh hehe, but, I only do mostly Pilates though, well, can’t have that sort of thing at that one …”

Karina: "I thought you said you have have a gym membership? The one with Jong-kook sunbaenim?"

Eunbi: "Oh yes I do! But I haven’t go there for a while though, been too busy .But … you gave me an idea ”

Karina: "Well, I don’t force you to unnie, this thing is quite risky too, and beside if you’re not very into it don’t push yourself ok? But … if you do, hopefully you’ll have your own fun hehe “

Eunbi: "Well, I won’t know if I don’t try hehe, beside, the fans call me waterbomb queen anyway, I'll probably can use that for my own fun hehe”

Karina: "Oh unnie, of course you are, besides we both know how endowed we are, right?"

Eunbi: "We’re blessed.”

At star Gym…

Eunbi: "Okkayyyy so … nobody’s here… huh, I'm too early, well, I thought some people might go early but oh well … it’s 6:30 anyway, better do some stretches”

Eunbi then proceeds to the lockers to change herself.

She wears a pink sport bra with dark purple tights, looking sexy as much as she can to "Attract"Some attentions, but the plan seems to fail for now.

Eunbi: "I guess I'm gonna have to wait for a bit today, seems like it’ll be a bit more crowded later on”

Eunbi keeps on going with her routine, waiting for some new arrivals, but the gym room is still as vacant as ever, as if today isn’t an ideal time for early birds.

Eunbi: "I think my plan just failed terribly… sigh … maybe my luck surely isn’t going well like how the tarot reader been telling me, oh well, if nobody comes I'll just go home then, this idea is quite silly”

Just as Eunbi finished her thoughts, two gym bros walks through the door.

One is a Korean man, the other is a quite tall Caucasian, both looking like pro bodybuilding athletes.

Eunbi: "Ohhhhhh niceeeee hehe, looks like my luck hasn’t run out yet, but still, gotta think of something to attract them.”

As the two guys changed their clothes, Eunbi wows at their impressive physiques, similar to those guys she saw in Physical 100.

As they approach the bench press, Eunbi starts with her attraction plan.

To starts off, she tries to work on her upper body stretch, intentionally moving her upper body ups and downs in front of the mirror, stretching her chest in full.

As the guys didn’t notice her movements, she starts to do lower body mobilities, with some leg stretches and body spin, moving her booty side to side.

Even with that, the guys are still busy pumping on their bench presses, not noticing this curvy woman right in front of them.

Eunbi, feels quite dissatisfied, tries to do some jumping jacks, as her tits bounce beautifully and heavily through each hops, then moving on to high knee taps and butt kickers, all with the intention of body jiggling as much as possible.

She even tries to do some rope skipping, but none of it could catch a single glimpse from the guys.

Eunbi, feels utter disappointments while taking to herself : "Ok this is seriously not working, I'm sweating now but they didn’t even seem to look at me, let alone anything further. Oh well, since I'm already here and already quite warmed up, might just crank some sets then go home, Geumbi might’ve been waiting for me for too long if I keep wasting time here”

With that, Eunbi then grabs two small weights and start with her squat sets, proceeding on to 2-3 sets without even care if she’s catching any attention anymore.

After a while, Eunbi then starts moving onto some shoulders exercises, similar to the way her muscular Sunbae Jong-Kook showed her last time.

But, this time, she’s being a bit greedy, by taking two heavier weights on the rack : "If Karina can do this so can I, let’s go!"

But, things didn’t go well as she thought, the heavier weights seem too much for her, therefore after only a few reps, her shoulders are already tired out, and, even worst, she accidentally drops the weight down to the ground, crashes her water bottle as a result .

Eunbi, with even more disappointments, mumbling to herself : "Omg Kwon Eunbi, what is wrong with you today ??? Ughhhhh, now I have to buy another water bottle!"

All of a sudden, she startles by a voice : "Oh, excuse me, are you ok? I heard some noises and just want to check if you’re ok?"

Eunbi, turns her back and see the muscular man behind her : "Omg you scared me a bit! Phew! I'm very sorry for the noises! I just got some accident with the weights and I have to clean my place up a bit! I'm ok! I didn’t get hurt or anything, just my water bottle got ruined …”

Gym bro : "Ahhh okay, glad you’re doing fine! Btw, are you Kwon Eunbi? The Kpop idol?"

Eunbi: "Well yes I am! Nice to meet you! And you are?"

Gym bro : "The name is Donny! Nice to see you here? Are you a regular here? I've seen some celebrities going here for workouts! I saw Winter from AESPA once in a while!"

Eunbi: "I'm not as regular as I should be honestly, but I'm trying to change that! Very nice to meet you Donny! I see you’re going with your friend?"

Donny: "Yes! He’s American, he’s a close friend of mine, he’s visiting here for a week! You mind if I introduce him to you?"

Eunbi: "No problems!"

Donny (in english) : "Yo Jason! Bro, look who I met here! It’s Kwon Eunbi! The famous idol from Waterbomb!”

Jason, puts his heavy weighted barbell down, walks towards the two : "Hey yo! My name is Jason! Hope I won’t bother you miss!"

Eunbi (in english) : "Hi! Nice to meet you! My name is Eunbi! I'm very sorry my english isn’t too well …”

Jason: "No ma’am! I can hear ya perfectly! So you’re doing some workouts?"

Eunbi: "Yes I do! But I'm having a bit of a problem! I hope I didn’t interrupt yours!"

Jason: "Nah ma’am, we’re all taking our breaks, me and my bro Donny here just cranking our morning session, how about you? You do early session too?"

Eunbi: "Actually this is the first time I go this early! So it’s quiet and I like it!"

Donny: "Bro, she’s a killer! She performs super well and her musics are dope! We’re in luck meeting her dude!"

Eunbi: "Oh my thank you! I'm still having a lot to learn! Gym is something I need to improve for sure!"

Donny: "Dope! You need some help with exercises? Me and Jason here can help you out! We’re not too busy anyway!"

Jason: "Yehh!!! Everything for a good gym culture “ bumps fist with donny

Eunbi: "Oh thank you!! If you don’t mind, I do need help with spotting for some of my exercises, if you can … well .. can you help me check on my forms? I'm still a bit not too careful on that, would be good if there’s someone to help me!"

Jason: "Well yes ma’am! We can workout together if you like!"

Donny: "We’re happy to help one of Kpop most talented, hell yeh!"

Eunbi: "Omg you’re making me shy now with all the compliments! And btw, you can just call me Eunbi is fine!"

Jason: "Alrighty Eunbi what do you need help with? We can give you demos and help ya out!"

Eunbi: "I kinda want to do a full body today! I got some recommendations with Squat Press, Seated Cable Row and Incline Dumbbell press! I would love to have someone check on my forms and such!"

Donny: "Will do, me and my bro Jason been personal coaches for a while, so today your lessons are free of charge !!”

Eunbi: "Let’s go!"

The three then move to the closest dumbbell racks. Once Jason gives Eunbi two small dumbbells, he starts to get into position for his demo.

"Alright Eunbi, we’ll start to get into the normal squat position, stay balance with your feet shoulder-with apart ok? Hold those pair of dumbbells at shoulder height with an overhand grip, palms facing forward, just like how I do!" Jason keeps on talking while explaining to Eunbi:

Eunbi: "Got it!"

Jason: "Sweet! Okay so now engage your core, start lowering yourself down to the squat position like how we do air squat, chest up, keep a neutral spine. Don’t go too deep now for the squat, just keep it 90 degree parallel to the ground. As you rise up press the dumbbells overhead of your shoulders, arms fully extended! Now give it a try! This one will targets your full body, from quads, hamstrings, glutes, shoulders, and core, so it’s a great one!"

Eunbi: "Oh cool! I did this last time but been a while I did it, so this would help me back to it! Alright I'm gonna give it my best!"

Donny: "Control your movement okay Eunbi? Go slow, don’t rush!"

Jason: "Ok Eunbi gimme a 12! 1! 2! 3! 4! That’s it core engage, slow and control! 5! 6 !7! Keep it up! 9! 10! 11! 12! Alright first set!"

Eunbi: "What do you think?"

Jason: "Not too bad! there are some bits we need to fix with your butt winks and also your movements, sometimes you move up a bit fast your forms were losing a bit! so how about one more set!"

Donny: "We can help you to record the vid so we can all check!"

Eunbi: "No problem! Let’s go!"

Eunbi then restarts her new set, this time a bit more properly.

When she squats down then raises her body for the presses, her tits are bouncing slightly up and down with her tight tank top.

At first it wasn’t as noticeable, but the more reps she does, the more her tits bounce to the movements, leaving both Donny and Jason widen their eyes.

Her butt also curve through the squat and her tight pants even make the cheeks look better, as if the entire exercise was made to showcase her best assets.

At first it wasn’t as noticeable, but the more reps she does, the more her tits bounce to the movements, leaving both Donny and Jason widen their eyes.

Jason: "Damn, those bounces are crazy, defying gravity at this point .. must be the most bouncy I've ever seen .. and that ass...wheww ”

Donny: "Shit, can’t believe one day I can see those jiggle right in front of me ... those fan cams are nothing compared to this ..”

Jason: “ 7! 8! 9 !10! Two more! 11! 12! Alrighty that was better! You’re getting it Eunbi! Better forms for sure! Some little adjustments and you’re good for this one! Watch out when you squat more ok? Don’t go too deep at this point yet!"

Eunbi: "Yayyy! Thanks coach! Can we move onto the next one?"

Donny: "Let’s go! this time lemme show you instead! Let’s get to that bench over there!"

Donny quickly runs to drag the bench a bit closer with his strength.

His big arms pulls the entire bench through the floor like it was nothing, impresses Eunbi along the way .

Eunbi, sipping her water in full excitement while thinking to her self : "Holy damn, those muscle veins, these two are a REAL treat today! wonder if they’re also good at THAT too hehe”

Donny then preps up with some dumbbells and start to explain:

"Alright Eunbi here’s how you’re gonna do some incline bench press: first you pick up the dumbbells off the floor, no matter how heavy they are, just like how I do here using a neutral grip. Then position the ends of the dumbbells in your hip crease, and sit down on the edge of this bench right here “

Eunbi: "Oh sweet!"

Donny: "Once you had all that, lay back and keep the weights close to your chest. Once you are in position, take a deep breath, and press the dumbbells to lockout at the top. Do this carefully if not you might drop the dumbbells on your pretty face!"

Eunbi: "Will do coach!"

Donny: "Then next, you slowly lower the dumbbells, close to around the level of your chest, with control ok? don’t rush on this one too. Everything just take it slow and controlled as possible, then push the dumbbells up to the starting position like this! Remember to keep your shoulder blades together and hold tight to the dumbbells ok? Don’t arch your back too much too!"

Jason: “ Give it a go Eunbi!"

Eunbi: "Oki dokie!"

Eunbi then grabs on two dumbbells and replicates the movements.

Once she lean her back to the bench, her big tits protrude out to the air, arching up a bit.

Her arms while pushing up the dumbbells, pressing her tits together in each reps as she breathes in and out.

“1! 2! 3! 4! Steady! 5! 6! 7! Stay in your form Eunbi! 8! 9! 10! Two more! 11! 12! First set! Not a bad one!" Donny counts out loud while spotting her elbows with his hands.

Eunbi: "Ok that one was harder than I thought but did I do ok?"

Donny: "Not bad Eunbi, still some adjustments but yep not too bad!"

Jason: "We can go two more sets so you can see some improvements!"

Eunbi: "Alrighty! Let me have my small break then we’ll continue!"

Donny then walks up to Jason who’s pretending to stay on his phone : "Shit dude did you see that? Her tits arch up like crazy. I stands behind her and I couldn’t stop looking at those huge things!"

Jason: "Oh hell yeh bro, I was shocked with that arch too. Fuck man she’s ginormous, I had to held myself a lot more than you think!"

While the bros are quietly chatting to each other, Eunbi smirks at them from afar : “Lol these two, they think I didn’t see their peeks? Jeez, they were literally stare at my breasts like a target. Oh boy they’re gonna get some more of that for sure.“

Eunbi: "Hey guys, shall we start again?"

The two kept on helping Eunbi finishing her sets by grabbing heavier dumbbells for her, once again spotting her with the same movements.

The heavier weights do make her struggle a bit more, sweats are forming in her forehead, her eyes are squinting a bit.

Her tits are still protruding up proudly with the presses, albeit more visible with a bit more arch.

Her breathings are harder every reps, her tits are squishing with every presses, while Donny and Jason are doing their best to both helping her and peeking at her giant tits as if they’re looking at an artwork.

Donny: "Ok 1! 2! 3! 4! Good! 5! 6! 7! 8! 4 more! 9! 10! Two more! 11! 12! That’s great Eunbi! You strived through!"

Eunbi: "That was heavier! Didn’t think I could pull through those last reps!"

Jason: "You’re doing fine Eunbi! At least you could hold the dumbbells pretty properly, some of my previous clients they could barely even do it, their arms were shaking so much! you’re doing VERY FINE! Even better at least you didn’t accidentally drop the wight on yourself too, oof, I got a handful of that back then!"

Eunbi: "Ouch! That sounds painful … but hey, we have one more exercise, shall we go?"

Two trainers : "After you ma’am!"

The three head to the cable row machine, then Eunbi proceeds to sit on the seat right away.

Jason: "Oh this one you don’t need us to do demo?"

Eunbi: "Ohh this one I'm familiar with so I think you’re only need to check my forms! I'm pretty used to this one but my forms might be in trouble!"

Donny: "That’s why we’re here yo! Let’s go!"

Eunbi then starts her position, she grasps the bar with a neutral grip, then pulls her shoulder blades back, squeeze and pauses for a bit and then slowly lowers the weight back to the starting position. Her chest and back proudly straighten upright, every time she pulls the handle to her stomach it touches the underside of her tits, and she repeats that for reps.

Jason (thinking ): "Fuck! that handle touches her tits like touching a soft pillow wth! It’s fucking mesmerizing!"

Donny (thinking to himself too) : "Ah shit goddamn it, If that’s my hands I'll probably won’t even let go! Those are the softest tits I've ever let my eyes on! That’s too good!"

Donny: “ 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! Awesome! 7! 8! 9! 10! Almost there! 11! 12! Perrrrfeccttt!"

Eunbi: "Oh wow perfect? dang, did I do good!"

Jason: "Oh this one your form is nice!!! No slouching whatsoever, clean movements, even do the reps slowly too! this one is your best one so far !

Eunbi is smiling while having thoughts : "Oh of course I did, my tits are too good for this exercise lol, I even intended to make the bar touches my tits even more. These dudes are just too horny now, maybe it’s time to go with THAT PLAN!"

Eunbi: "So guys! I feel like I can do more sets! What do you think?"

Jason : "Oh hell yeh, let’s go Eunbi! We can do these together!"

Eunbi: "I'm game!! Let’s get PUMPED !!!”

After a long session of workout…

Eunbi: "Oh wow! I think this is the heaviest I've ever been working with weights!! Thanks so much guys!! “

Jason: "Anything for a great gym culture! And also, a pretty lady!"

Donny: "Anything you want us to show you more Eunbi? We have time!"

Eunbi: "Actually, do you mind if I go to my locker a bit? I wanna take something and I'll be back!"

While Eunbi walks to the locker, Donny quietly chat with Jason

Donny: "Shiettt Dude, that was fucking hot !!”

Jason: "YEPPPPP !!”

Donny: "Her curves man, they’re… sooo curvy dude! Her tits, her thighs her butt! Goddamn man she looks even better than I saw her on fancams dude!"

Jason: "Shiet man for real !!!”

Donny: "See! I told you she’s fuckin hot but you didn’t believe me bro! Now you owe me something haha!”

Jason: "lol bro, you’re one sly dog! But man, if I can see those tits naked my boner would go even harder than when we helped her back then!"

Donny: "Oh shit she’s coming back! Act natural bro!"

Eunbi walks out of the locker and runs towards them, making her big tiddies juggle hard. Jason and Donny have to calm themselves as much as they can, but they accidentally blurt out : "Fuck”

Eunbi: "Sorry guys!! Took me a while for that! Did you wait for long?"

Both : "Oh no absolutely not!"

Donny: "Actually Eunbi, we were talking about … your performances at Waterbomb!”

Jason: "Yehhh, you were great there! Go Eunbi!"

Eunbi: "Haha thanks guys! Everyone seems to LOVE my performances for sooooo many reasons, well, actually tbh they mostly cared about one reason only …”

Donny: "Oh … what’s that one reason?"

Eunbi, quietly whisper : "It’s my breasts, that’s all they cared tbh, I love my performances but yehhhh I think that’s mostly what they really cared lol”

Jason: "Well, I think you look hot nonetheless Eunbi!"

Eunbi: "Hehe thanks guys, well, tbh, since you guys helped me a lot today, do you want some … fan service?"

Donny: "Oh damnnn, what fan service? Are you .. gonna dance for us? Or we’ll do dance challenge with you?"

Eunbi: "Actually… this is WAY BETTER hehe, come closer and I'll tell you!"

As Jason and Donny approach closer to Eunbi, bend themselves down abit to her, she whispers quietly with her sweet voice : "I can show you guys… my boobs, but you have to keep quiet and also… keep it a secret for me … if you do that, I can even let you take pics of them or … you can touch them hehe”

Jason and Donny, couldn’t believe what they just heard, asking her again just to make sure Jason: "Oh shit, what? For real? We can see your boobs? Like right here?"

Donny: "Damn, you’re gonna really show us your boobs?”

Eunbi: "Yes, as a way to repay you two, but not right here hehe, we can go to somewhere more secluded, how about the lockers hehe, it’s a bit safer there too.“

Donny and Jason: "fuck yeh!"

Eunbi then giggles a bit, then all three of them rush themselves quickly to the lockers, not without making sure there’s nobody even the CCTV could see them go together, as they have to let Eunbi goes in first.

Jason: "Eunbi you in there? Can we come in?"

Eunbi: "Yes, hurry!"

Donny and Jason, like having teleportation power, quickly get inside the secluded part of the lockers where Eunbi been standing there waiting.

Eunbi then tells them to sit down to the bench then slowly, she pulls down her sports bra just to tease them. Eunbi then takes one hand, pulls out her left tit, showing them her nipple, then follow with the other side, with both her nipples pop out of her top.

Eunbi: "So guys, what do you think?"

Donny: "Holy shit!!”

Jason: "Damn nice pairs you got there!”

Eunbi: "Hehe I know, I have some of the best pairs of tits in Kpop, I can give it extra bounces if you like!"

Eunbi then proceed dance to her Underwater and Sabotage choreos.

With each choreo, she makes sure she doesn’t hesitate to curves her body a bit more than the usual choreo, even use some hand movements to grab her tits, squeeze it with each hand.

Even more naughty, she intentionally uses her palms to run all over her skin-tight clothes, making the two guys hype up with cheers like they’re in a strip joint.

In a matter of seconds, the two gym bros stand up to the feet.

Both then strip off their tank tops, showing their pectoral muscles and 6 packs.

Eunbi, shocked a bit from their actions, suddenly stops her dances and asks : "uhh … guys? What… what’s going on ?? Why you remove your top ??”

Donny: "Damn it Eunbi, you’re just so hot and such, and you even dance to use with your tits are popping out like that, we seriously couldn’t control ourselves… “

Jason: "Yehhhhh, look at your tits Eunbi, those pairs are so nice and bouncy, how can we even calm down seeing that ??”

Eunbi, cracks a smile while thinking : "Ah haa, yess, finally, they’re not just noticing but turned on like that, I did it! Maybe now the real workouts will begin! I hope nobody will interrupt my time here because I've been waiting this whole morning for this!"

Donny: "Well .. you see .. we … actually did notice about you .. but well we were afraid you think we’re stalkers or being gym creep, so we didn’t dare to say, we don’t wanna end up on Joey Swoll hate list ..”

Jason: "Yehhhh Eunbi, man, we like you and your body but mannnn we bros don’t wanna ruin the gym culture …”

Eunbi laughs ,covering her mouth : "Omg haha, you two are such characters you know, but … oh well, at least now you noticed me, what … do you want more from me hehe, obviously my boobs for sure but … anything else? Hehe”

Donny: "Well since you asked, do you mind if … we can touch your tits now?"

Jason: "Annndd .. since nobody’s here… would you mind if we touch other parts of your body too?"

Eunbi: "Well … since you’re being quite polite about it hehe, of course you can.”

Eunbi then climbs up to locker’s bench, invites the two to come closer.

Donny, goes in first, letting his hand grabs his onto Eunbi’s left tit, moving his fingers over her nipples to stimulate while his tongue prepares for some sucking motion.

Jason, on the right side, does the same thing as his fellow bro, dives right into her right tit and suck it hard.

Eunbi stands there, her legs shake a bit, her mouth gasps for air at the sudden “attacks" From the bros, she enjoys every second of it.

For a moment on, the two kept on sucking her beautiful tits, with Eunbi grabs onto their heads to hold some balance.

Donny, feels the stakes are getting higher, move his right hand long her backside, grabbing an amount of her curvy butt, making Eunbi shakes a bit more.

Jason gets the idea from his fellow, does the same thing, but then he sudden move his hand along her abs, runs it along her crotch, while his other hand enjoys her hamstring and a bit of her thighs.

Feeling Jason’s fingers run on the outside of her pussy lips, Eunbi starts to pant harder, forming louder moans as a sign of her pleasures.

Seeing Eunbi is quite having the time of her life, Jason and Donny, still taking care of her lower body, look at each other a bit, both are nodding their heads like they’re about to do something to pick up her hype.

And so, Jason, with a smooth move, put his big hand into Eunbi’s tight pants, reaching into her vagina walls, while from the back, Donny crawls his hand to her butt crack, feeling her soft butt and a hint of her anus.

Eunbi suddenly bends her body a bit from the entrances, speaks out while breathing hard : "Oh shit … fuckk .. you too … fuck .. your hands are big … oh my god I can feel your hands … reaching my walls …”

Jason: "Yeh? You like it Eunbi? My hands are gonna make you feel very good, I can feel some wetness here already! Your vagina is amazingly soft Eunbi!"

Donny: "Hell yeh!! Damnn, your butt curves are amazing Eunbi, and wheww that tiny hole of yours, it crunches a bit when my fingers touch it!"

Eunbi, blushes a bit from their words, still does her best to hang tight on their shoulders.

She’s getting more messy as the bros keep fingering her lower parts, she didn’t plan to be touched like this, but now, everything is like a fever dream to her.

As a result, Eunbi couldn’t hold onto her orgasm anymore.

She then squirts out to the bros hands, making a huge damp around her crotch area, moans out in the sweetest but also erotic part of her voice.

As the two bros remove their hands from her tight, all wet from her cum, they then help her lower down to the bench, face reddened a bit, but she’s able to opens up a smile to them.

Donny: "Damnnn Eunbi, you cum onto our hands!! Damn girl you’re dirty!"

Jason: "She came a lot too bro, look at my hand, all wet with her juice! Can’t believe we just made Waterbomb queen came to us!"

Eunbi, regains her breath a bit, talks out to them : "Oh yeh? You guys like that? You like your big tits idol… came for you? I felt so good from that … omg … I'm soooo glad I felt good thanks to you two … now … if have anything more… show me!”

The two gym bros, without a second of hesitation, pull their pants of straight to the ground.

Their giant dicks literally spring out in front of Eunbi’s face, making her literally wake up from surprises and shock by seeing 2 huge poles in front of her.

Eunbi: "Holy … your dicks … oh my god.. I've … never seen any this … MASSIVE … oh my god …”

Jason: "Yeh ?? I'm glad you like ours muscular “friends" Haha.”

Donny: "So Eunbi, what will you want to do hehe, would you … touch our dicks?"

Eunbi: "Omg hell yes I will, fuck, I'm not gonna just touch it, I'm gonna suck them out for you guys.”

Eunbi then grabs on to Donny’s huge dick on the left side, with her fingers moves from the tip of his dick, running along the veiny side of his shaft, all the way near his crotch and touches his balls a tiny, as she repeats the motions for a moment.

She does the same on the right for Jason too, massaging his dick from tip to base, same way as she does with Donny.

Her hands are moving faster in a few moments making the 2 bros harder than ever.

The stimulations are going on for a bit, until Eunbi, feels like she’s ready, slowly opens her tiny mouth and wraps her lips onto Donny’s tip, moving her tongue around his shaft before doing her best to suck it in.

It’s a huge one, but, with some patience, she manages to take his entire shaft into hers, letting Donny moans out in pleasure.

As Eunbi goes for a few small movements with Donny, she pulls out and alternates to Jason, where his giant cock awaits her.

She does the same thing, swallow his dick whole but in slow motion, just to get used to both their giant “Guns”.

Eunbi’s blowjobs skills making the bros moans out in tandems, at first low in tones, but more louder as she picks up her paces, as she gets used to their lengthy dicks.

Eunbi isn’t afraid as much, as her tiny throat somehow engulfs their entire lengths, albeit in medium speed, but to her, she wants to enjoy that sensation of blowjobs, like a normal sets of slow reps.

But Jason and Donny,both having other ideas for her.

Nodding their heads at the same time with lewd smiles, Jason then grab on to the back of her head and, in quicker motions, starts to thrust faster to hers, making Eunbi surprises but nonetheless takes all his length.

Jason keeps on face fucking her for a bit, then Donny gives him signs to switch, pulls straight out of Eunbi’s mouth as she gags quite a bit.

Donny doesn’t hesitate, quickly shut her in with his dick, face fucks her even faster than Jason, with Eunbi literally has no choices but to keep on sucking.

The two face fucked her like they’re doing super sets, keep alternating her head left and right, even deep throat her for a few seconds just to enjoy the warmth of her mouth.

Without a doubt, the two bros start to come near their climaxes, as they switch up even faster, breathe even harder, making Eunbi’s tied up hair a mess, with her hair clipper just drops off to the floor.

In a few second, Donny blurts out : "Ohhhh fuckkk .. Eunbi … fuckk … your mouth … so good … gonna cum ..!!!” Jason, follows with a groan : "Yehhhhhsss…. Shietttt …. Gonna .. fill your mouth Eunbi ..!!!”

Immediately, the two bros clench their muscles, shoot out their cums together onto her beautiful face.

Cum drop straight to her cheeks, some on her nose, with some small drops fly onto her hair, but not without some are spurting straight to her mouth.

The bros, finish with their ejaculations, standing there proudly while panting, sweats are rolling on their bodies, both give each other fist bumps like they just reached a huge pumps for their muscles.

Eunbi, still sitting on the bench, tits are heaving up and down and breathing out, cum covered parts of her face, thinking to herself : "Omg … what the … what just happened… they just … they just fucked my mouth … like it was their pumps … fuck … I've never been ravaged like this … let alone two dicks just fucked my mouth … without mercy … but … hahh … I like it … no … I love it … I want more … I can’t… let it end like this … I … have to make it worth my day ..”

Donny, speaks out while still panting : "Heyy Eunbi … how was it … did you like it? Did we .. make you feel good ??”

Jason: "You’re doing good Eunbi? You were .. quiet for a bit .. did you enjoy … getting face fucked? Did we .. do it too hard?"

Eunbi, finally speaks out : "Too hard? NOOOo … it was .. TOO GOOD!! I … really love it!!! First time … I had two dicks fucking my mouth … holy shit … you two … I want more … really give me that hardcore workout … FUCK ME … give me that FUCK SESSION I've been waiting this entire morning!!! Go ahead and really fuck your waterbomb queen !!”

The two once again lifts Eunbi standing to the bench, with her kicking her shoes off to the ground, excited with the sudden pickup.

Then, Donny and Jason, each hold onto the sides of Eunbi tights, pull it down fast and hard, revealing her thin layer of panties, wet and damped with her cum.

Eunbi does her part, as she also strips off her top and throw it down to the ground, fully revealed her huge tits popping and jiggling out in public while fixing her messy hair.

The two them help her remove the last piece of clothings, finally letting all three fully naked in the locker rooms, free from doing any of the lewdest things one can think of in a gym locker rooms.

Not letting Eunbi wait any seconds, they don’t waste any time using their muscular arms control to grope Eunbi, starting from her big bouncy tits as they grab a huge amount and play around with her nipples.

Moving on alongside her back and abs, they go slowly to make sure Eunbi can feel every grasps, and down to her thighs, running along the short lengths of her quads and hamstrings.

Save the best for last, the two start attacking her pussy lips and butt cheeks, with donny teasing her tight lips with his fingers, trying to move them inside her wet walls, spreading it out a bit, while Jason goes to the back, his big palms knead a large amount of her plump cheeks, with of his thumbs circle around her butthole, making Eunbi shakes her body even more with the sudden teases.

Jason, while groping her butts, whisper to Eunbi from behind : "Hey Eunbi, you ever had it here? In your ass? Your tiny hole is looking beautiful hehe”

Eunbi: "No … I haven’t … I never try .. before … none actually did it with me ..”

Jason: "Then Eunbi, I guess today me and Donny gonna teach you how to hehe”

Donny: "Yess broo “

Eunbi (thinking ) : "Damn … they’re… they’re gonna really do it … like what Jihyo had in Thailand … god … I don’t know … if I can handle both their dicks … but … I'm already this far … I can’t wait … it’s too late to turn back now ..”

Donny feels his urge is getting bigger, suddenly carry Eunbi and helps her laying flat back to the bench.

He doesn’t pause a bit and dives his face straight into Eunbi’s pussy lips, eating her tight walls like taking his proteins, making Eunbi moans out while trying to hold onto the bench.

Jason, not letting his bro taking all the goodness, takes his big shaft and put in straight to Eunbi’s moaning mouth, with her slightly gags a bit due to the position, but it only takes a few moments before she’s getting used to the motions, letting the two enjoy her both ways.

Donny, with his dick ready to go, spreading Eunbi’s legs to both side widely, then he lines up his shaft to her entrance.

Eunbi suddenly feels a big penetration towards her pussy, as Donny is slowly going inside her, only a few inches away from the deepest part of her vagina.

Then he goes hard, ramming in and out to her tight walls, hitting deep within her, making Eunbi moans out while not letting go from Jason’s dick : "Mhmmmphh … fcccckckkk ….mphmmmmm … ttoooo … gooooood ….’mmmpphm”

The gym bros start matching their speeds, fucking Eunbi holes in quick paces like doing their curls, with Eunbi enjoys their huge shafts, while both hands start playing with her bouncing tits, pinching her own nipples lightly just get things more erotic .

At a certain point, Donny then holds tight to Eunbi’s waist, seriously fucking her hard just to get his climax.

He pounds her harder and harder, sweats forming on his body even more, fucking his waterbomb queen crazy, ramming his entire lower body into hers.

Donny then speaks out while breathing like he’s running a marathon : "I'm … gonna cum … bro Jason … I'm gonna … fucking fill her pussy …”

Jason: "Yeh? Bro,fucking cum in her! How about it Eunbi? You’ll let him cum in you?" Jason talks while pulling his dick out of her mouth

Eunbi, moans loud when having her lips free from his dick ,panting: "Fuckkkkk …. Filll me!! Do it!!! Cum in me!!! “

Jason, let go from Eunbi, letting his bro Donny bends Eunbi legs to the ceiling and fuck her to the bench,while he himself stands out and hyping Donny up.

With that motivation, Donny finally finishes inside Eunbi tight holes, cum large amounts inside her, with Eunbi’s walls squeezing the rest of his cum,leaking some outside.

When pulls out, a white puddle of cum flowing out from Eunbi’s, staining the bench, with both of them panting hard from their sessions. (edited)

Eunbi, panting hard while thinking: “omg .. that was one … imagine … two dicks … holy shit … they’re gonna make me go crazy … fuck “

Jason, seeing his bro finished his "sets”, actively helps Eunbi up to an all four position, with her cum still leaking out from her hole.

He’s teasing her a bit by slapping her butt, make them jiggles and quite reddened, while his index finger circles around her pink anus hole, preparing for his entry.

Suddenly, a sound from nowhere startles everyone…

Donny: “Wait, what’s that noise?”

Eunbi: "Omg … it’s my manager! I .. gotta … take this!"

Donny then grabs Eunbi’s phone next to her messy clothings down the floor, with Eunbi quickly picks up the call

Manager : "Annyeong Eunbi, so I have some news about your schedules for the upcoming weeks. You want me to pass by?"

Eunbi: "Oh … that’s good … wait, I'm at the gym now, … you wanna go through it quick?"

Manager: “Gym? I thought you already did some outdoor workout a day ago? But oh well I'll just brief with you then. So we have some ..”

While the manager keeps talking to Eunbi, Jason, looks at Eunbi’s beautiful body curves, suddenly has an idea in his lewd mind.

Jason then strokes his dick to max length, starts to approach Eunbi’s tiny hole by pushing his tip to her anus, which surprises Eunbi and making her turns her head back, eyes widen while waving her hands to somehow stop him.

But Jason keeps pushing it in, letting his tip passes through Eunbi’s puckered holed, slowly drives his big length into her. Eunbi, feels the penetration, covering her mouth and does her best to mute her moans, but her harsh breathings already caught the attention of her manager.

Manager: "Hey uh .. Eunbi .. you’re breathing quite hard .. you okay?"

Eunbi: "Oh .. I was running … on treadmills .. keep going I'm VERY GOOD ..”

Manager: “Right…anyway we’ll keep you in this show and …”

Eunbi, still listens to her manager while covering her mouth as much as she can, while Jason from behind starts to ram his dick in her ass, with fast poundings into her tight hole.

Her tits jiggle back and forth with the motion, faster with every hard thrusts, with Jason picks up as a sign to pound her even harder, leaving Eunbi a real mess on the bench.

Eunbi never thought of one day she’s getting fucked in her ass while on a call like this, but she doesn’t show any signs of rejection at all.

Donny, recovers a bit, holds onto his dick and points it straight to Eunbi’s lips, pushing it to her mouth while she’s trying to swallow his cum covered dick, which she has no other choices .

Once again, Eunbi, being spit roasted from both ends, with the bros pumping back and forth in her, while one of her hand still grip onto her phone.

As the manager keeps on talking, Eunbi keeps on taking dicks with the best of her abilities.

Manager : “So Eunbi your schedule is going to be like that in the upcoming weeks, quite packed but could be worth to promote you more, hope it doesn’t feel too overwhelming though?"

Eunbi, sucking Donny’s dick in and out while talking : "Mppphmm.. oh no no …mmppph … yeh I think we’re all good … I'm all in for it .. but … I'm in the middle of the run … would you mind if I continue ?… Also you mind go to check … Mpphm … on Geumbi for me? Thankssss”

Manager: "Oh … okay. Damn you’re sure running a lot. Well I'll pass by and check on him after my lunch.”

Eunbi: "mphhhm … yehhh .. big thankss … owe you one! Bye!!”

Manager: "You owe me a lot but see you later. Have fun.”

When the manager hangs up is when Eunbi moans and shout out loudly : "FUCKK .. That was hottt … FUCKKKK … YOU 2 KEEEP FUCKING ME WHILE I'm on call…. FUCKKK ME MORE I CANNOT HOLD MYSELF ANY LONGER !!”

Jason: "Oh yeh Eunbi? Well then get read cause I will really fuck you now !l

Eunbi: "FUCK MY HOLES!! DO IT!"

Donny, hearing Eunbi, gladly pulls out from her and fist bumps Jason to let him do his job.

And Jason, tighten his core and lower back muscles, literally ram his entire body into her ass, making Eunbi moans and shouts out like nothing before.

Eunbi ;"OMG FUCKKKKKK MY ASSS! FUCK MY ASS MORE !!”

Jason does so, and keep fucking her tiny asshole, until he himself is reaching is climax : "Eunbi .. fuck .. gonna cum …”

Eunbi, couldn’t say anything else, reaches her climax too and squirts out to the bench, and Jason, shoots his spurts of cum straight to her asshole, with cum filled her insides fully.

When Jason pulls himself out of her, cum is flowing out from Eunbi’s anal hole in thick white stream, leaking down to her cum filled pussy, while Eunbi falls flat to the bench,tits mashed to it, legs are tiptoeing on the ground. She’s breathing hard after her sessions like she just run a marathon, sweats all over.

Jason, rests himself a bit after cum, takes his own phone and starts turning on the camera. He then starts recording Eunbi’s cum filled body, moving from the messy part of her hair and panting face, slowly down along her back, then goes to the openings of her holes, with cum leaking out in streams due to her breathings .

Once Eunbi regains part of her stamina, rises up from her tired position, Jason, in a quick manner, shows Eunbi what he just recorded : "Eunbi, take a look at this, what do you think?"

Eunbi, slowly looks at the phone screen, eyes open and covers her mouth a bit : "Oh my god … holy … those are .. my holes?? They’re… they’re full of cum … and open wide… omg my holes are opening in and out with the cums leaking .. it’s… it’s so dirty .. but … it’s so hottt … what the… why do I like seeing this ??”

Donny: "Hehe, Eunbi maybe you already always like it but today, we showed you the REAL stuffs!"

Jason: "Yehhhhh!!! You were amazing hehe”

Eunbi: "guys .. I can’t believe I'll say this but … thank you … I really … loved it .. but … can we (biting lips) … do more?"

Jason: "Woaa Eunbi! You want even more? Are you serious?”

Donny: "Yeh? You didn’t think that was enough ?? You want even more than that?"

Eunbi: "Yes .. FUCK MY HOLES MORE! I want more rounds! It was so good I feel like I can go on for a few more!! FUCK MY HOLES MORE GUYS !!”

Following what Eunbi said, Donny and Jason pick her up and let her lean to the locker doors, tired but still able to maintain her stance.

Donny takes the first go once again, choosing her pussy as his pleasure place and rams her just as powerful.

Jason then follows as they keep switching back on forth on their turns, or between her tight holes, fucking her from behind like doing super sets again.

Eunbi, literally being fucked to the locker doors, moans out like singing, her huge tits at first dangling in the air, then her entire upper body being pressed straight to the lockers.

Her pussy and ass are being ravaged repeatedly one by one by the bros, leaving her no rest in between, each dick takes some turns opening her widely, with cum keep flowing out from her holes or being shot straight to her butt cheeks.

Eunbi, face closes to the cold steel lockers, speaks out while breathing harshly : "OMG … FUCKKK … This is toooo good …. oh god you two are breaking my holes …. Please gimme more …!!! “

Donny and Jason, hearing Eunbi’s pleads, guide Eunbi tiny naked body, tits and butt jiggling while moving herself to the bench.

The bros stimulate her again by groping her big tits and finger her pussy a bit just to get her ready for what really comes next.

Their fingers are enough to make Eunbi squirts a bit, but nonetheless make her entrances easier to be invaded.

Donny lays flat to the bench again and letting Eunbi mounts on top of him.

She bounces herself with his dick in her pussy, starts slow at first, but then picks up the pace faster and faster, as her tits jumps up and down in front of Donny.

Donny doesn’t waste his chances, immediately grabs onto her bouncing tits, with Eunbi moans out from each movements of his hands.

Donny keeps on pumping up his dick into her groin, but then his muscular arms wrap around her back, pulling her to himself a bit, her tits are close to his chest.

From behind, Jason grabs onto her curvy butt, kneading it a bit and then pulling them apart, revealing her puckered hole again, gaping and ready to entrance.

Jason pokes his thumbs to her anus while speaking out : "Get ready for the best part of today Eunbi, you’re gonna enjoy this!"

Eunbi(thinking) : "Omg, fuck, they’re gonna .. oh shit they’re gonna fuck my two holes at the same time, like how Jihyo told me, omg I'm .. I'm gonna be penetrated by two huge dicks … will it be painful… but … I can’t stop myself and them now … I just want them to fuck me !!”

Eunbi: "YES .. FUCK MY HOLES PLEASE !!”

Jason starts to push himself forward, doesn’t hesitate to go hard on Eunbi as the tip of his dick is poking at her anus, then going through her anus one inch at a time.

Eunbi, feeling the length of his dick going straight to her hole, being filled by two huge cocks making her scream : "OMG FUCK … THAT’S SO FULL … MY HOLES … ARHHH … YOUR DICKS ARE SPREADING ME OUT !!”

Donny and Jason, hearing her scream, begins to fuck Eunbi like no tomorrow.

They’re matching up their speeds, as both dicks running in and out of her holes in tandems, going straight into the end of her scary tight holes, feeling each other through the pumps and the warmths inside her.

Eunbi, feeling the pumps, having two guys keep her in the middle while their dicks are ravaging her.

She’s sore, but she feels like she wants them to go as long as they can, as if she wants their dicks just fit entirely into her anytime she wants, stretching her tight holes with their thick rods.

Eunbi, in the midst of her pleasure, moans out the best of her words : "OMG … fuckkk .. My .HOLESSS … my pussy .. my ass … too much dicks … love it …. Fuckkkk … fuckkk me moreee … your dicks … tearing me out … I want it …..!!!!”

The phone rings again, but this time doesn’t make those three surprises anymore

Manager : "Hey Eunbi! Yeh just got to your place … damn you didn’t clean up a lot of stuffs .. and where’s Geumbi’s snacks again?"

Eunbi: "Oh … sorry .. was in a hurry … would you mind … clean it up .. for me? Still running … and snacks … are in the left closet …”

Manager : "Oh sure … damn you run a lot today, I might not be able to catch up with you! But anyway I'll clean those dishes for you cause … man it’s dirty. But hey lemme know if you need to go over the schedules again “

Eunbi: "Mppphm .. yess .. will … let you know … busy … pumping now … Call later?" Manager: "uh … sure. See ya”

As the manager calls, the two don’t stop their pumping into Eunbi as Donny grabs her bouncing tits while ramming straight into her pussy as his lower body doesn’t stop giving her the pump.

Jason, on top, his giant dick nearly stretches out her tight anal hole, fucking her deep and powerful, to the point when he pulls out a bit, her anus creates a wide gape, opens in and out to her breathing.

Donny: "Fuckkkk … I'm gonna cum …in your pussy “ Jason: "me too … shiettt … so tight … gonna cumn ..” Eunbi, turns her own volume higher than ever : "CUMM IN ME!! FUCK MY HOLES AND REALLY CUM IN ME! FILL ME HOLES WITH YOUR CUM AGAIN!! I WANT IT !!”

And the two came again filling Eunbi again with their huge loads, giving her another round of euphoric sensations.

Eunbi, mouth wide opens, eyes nearly roll back, couldn’t form any words but moans and squirts, drops her head down to Donny’s chest.

The three are full of sweat, breathing hard in and out on the bench, feeling the aftermath of their orgasm.

Eunbi’s holes are all sore, when the guys pull out from her their cum are leaking out from her in long streams, staining the bench, running alongs her legs and down to the floor.

Thick white cum just keeps flowing out from Eunbi’s messy body and forms a puddle down her legs.

Not letting Eunbi stay like that for long, the two bros, after a few minutes regaining their strengths, proceed to turn Eunbi into a mess again.

From being double penetrated on the floor, with Donny and Jason keep on switching in between her two holes, to having her taking their dicks in and out at the locker doors once again, letting her cum her entire juices onto them or to the floor.

They fuck her so hard and cum in her so much, her face reddened, her body are visible with handprints around her lower body and tits.

And of course, cum keeps on leaking from her sore holes, both pussy and ass, making either trails or puddles below her.

Eunbi, being fucked wildly and non-stop, somehow able to think: "Omfg .. they treated me like a real workout .. they fucked my holes …. Like nothing could stop them … fuck …. Their dicks … so big … I want more … I want them to really cum on me … I think … I might let them fuck me even more … not just today …”

Eunbi: "OMG… SO GOOD … You guys … FUCKING CUM … CUM ALL OVER ME … YOUR WATERBOMB QUEEN … MAKE A MESS ON ME !!!”

The two gym bros : "With pleasure !!!"

Pulling out from Eunbi sore holes, the two bros letting her kneeling down to the floor, mouth open, hands groping her own tits, waiting for the huge finish.

The bros are stroking their dicks hard, then they both cum loud and harsh.

Donny goes to her right side, his cum goes straight to her right cheeks, mouth and forehead, thick cum splashes onto her beautiful features.

Jason, finally gives in, cum straight to her left side, on her nose, and aims some onto her big tits.

Eunbi, face and upper body full of cum, barely can open her eyes, stays quiet for a bit, but then uses her fingers to wipe the cum of her face, tastes some of them with a happy smile.

Jason and Donny also don't hesitate to take some pics of their Waterbomb queen in a cum filled state, with cum still leaking from her holes.

Eunbi: “Guys … this is way better .., than I expected… my body smells like cum now .. well of course … but I love it … I finally experienced being fucked like this … thank you hehe…”

Jason: "You’re welcome Eunbi haha … you were the best fuck … we ever had … you’re incredible!”

Donny: "Hell yeh … best fuck ever !!”

Eunbi: "I think … we should clean up … people gonna be here more soon … but … don’t you guys think … we should meet up more? I'll love it too hehe”

Donny: "Why not haha!! But .. you won’t mind .. if we bring some more bros to join?"

Jason: "It’ll be hella great for you to TRAIN”

Eunbi: "I don’t mind AT ALL “

A few days later…

Manager : "Hey Eunbi, great work for the last few days of the schedule, so … are you goin to the gym today again? You seem busy with your gym time more lately huh?"

Eunbi: "Yeh, I REALLY like it! I’m still cranking some PUMPS … gotta get my workouts going though, see you soon!"

Manager: "Alrighty… Have fun! We should go running again!"

Eunbi: "Yep! See ya later!"

Once Eunbi hangs up the phone, she throws it down to her gym bag, sitting on a bench in a private studio.

In front of her are Donny and Jason, with their upper torso bare from finishing their workouts, along with two new gym bros standing next to them.

Jason: "Hey Eunbi You wanna finish the workouts?"

Donny: "Yeh! Let’s wrap this set up!"

Eunbi: "Sorry manager my called again but yes! After all, we should finish this so we can have … the OTHER workouts hehe. I hope you don’t mind … if those two new friends of yours join us~”

Donny and Jason: “ Gladly!"

Sometime later, at Jihyo’s apartment…

Jihyo, while busy taking her laundry, suddenly notices a message through her phone.

She does her best to put everything together, quickly grabs her phone and swipe through the messages : “Oh, it’s Eunbi -unnie?"

Jihyo slowly opens up her message, inside, there are pictures and video clips that make her cracks a huge smile, eye widen in excitement :

"Ooooh, holy shittt!! THIS is something!! I guess I have a new competitor now! Mina-chan! Sana-Chan! Momo-Chan!! Come here girls I have something to show you! You’re gonna like this!"

MiSaMo in unison : "HAIIIIII!!”

#kpop smut #kwon eunbi #izone eunbi #eunbi x reader #izone #eunbi smut

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peachywonnie · 11 days ago

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cold hands, warm heart

a/n:: ok nobody act surprised about a hockey!enha au... idc its one of my favorite au's hehe. please read the warnings going into some of these stories cause i <3 comfort fics or angst with happy endings so please just look at the warnings before continuing to read when posted!!

taglist!!: open!! comment or ask if you would like to be added <3

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Lucky Charm

Hockey Player!Heeseung x Childhood Bestfriend!Reader

You’ve known Heeseung before you could even walk, attached at the hip, even as he chased his dream of doing hockey while you chased your own academic dreams. Getting in the same college on different scholarships felt like fate. Everyone see’s the way he looks at you… everyone except you. And he notices every little thing about you, even when you can’t tell that you’re breaking.

coming soon

Polaroid Love

Hockey Player!Jay x Photographer!Reader

Photography has always been your passion, so when you needed an internship for college, you seek out your schools hockey team in hopes to capture some video or photos that you could use for your resume. However, your camera keeps finding a certain player on the team, and he definitely notices how there’s more pictures of him from the previous game than anyone else.

coming soon

Princess on Ice

Hockey Player!Jake x Figure Skater!Reader

Spending your Friday night at your schools hockey game was NOT the plan, being dragged there by some of your friends to “support the other arts on ice.” What you didn’t expect was getting a certain someone’s attention during the game , making Jake want to see more and more of you.

coming soon

Hit me Where it Hurts

Hockey Player!Sunghoon x Physical Trainer!Reader

You’ve been studying to be a physical trainer for a bit now, and after getting the highest marks on your most recent clinical, you get offered the spot to be the physical trainer for your schools hockey team. Having to work with Sunghoon after a nasty injury makes you second guess yourself in more ways than one. Sunghoon doesn’t mind, because if you’re helping him piece himself back together, he would gladly do the same for you.

coming soon

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ariadnes-elixirs · 6 months ago

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thinking about an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

tw: yandere and manipulative behavior

about a week has passed since you collapsed. after reading the letters, your parents insisted that you should reply with a short note stating that you had recovered. eventually you caved, concerned about the contents of the letters this... guy sent you, but not enough that you felt particularly threatened.

less than a week later, an oliver northwood appeared unannounced near the gated entrance of your family's estate.

everyone was caught off guard, but he was let in regardless. your parents were the count and countess of the land you resided in, but he was the son of a marquis. this placed him at a higher rank then your family. plus, the both of you had been friends since childhood, so your parents caved even with the sudden intrusion.

after he entered, you find yourself sitting in awkward silence having an impromptu tea party with him in the estate's garden.

"so uh, it feels like its been so long since we've seen each other" he said.

"yes... it has" you replied

"are you feeling better?"

"yes i am..."

following this short interaction was about three minutes of silence. he had seemed so... energetic in his letters, but in person he appears much more reserved.

"um... you seem different"

you felt your chest start pounding. your thoughts start rushing while you try to keep your face neutral. it hasnt even been 10 minutes and hes already figured out who you actually were? is he going to expose me? no, that would make him look crazy...

as you started spiraling he spoke up again, "it almost feels like you are a different person" he pauses before continuing, "your parents said that you were having some trouble with your memory... do you... not... remember me?"

this snapped you out of your thoughts, he had figured out that you were, in fact, a different person, while giving you a potential way out.

"oh im so sorry... my memory has been spotty, i didnt want to be rude. honestly i couldnt even remember who i was when i woke up, hehe~" you mentally screamed at yourself because he did NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!

your thoughts were interrupted by his response, "oh im... sorry, that sounds awful." you saw fragments of a sly smile and a darkness in his eyes for a split second. the shift in expression disappeared so quickly you thought that you had imagined it.

he continues, "do you want me to try to fill in the gaps?"

"please do..." you reply.

"hmm.. ill start from the beginning." his eyes shift to make direct eye contact you. while he appears with soft eyes and a small smile, something about his expression feels a little unsettling. "well for starters, we have been friends since we were little. my parents are the marquis and marquess of the land just west of here. they had known each other for a while and had children around the same time, so they introduced us!"

his smiled widened as he continued speaking, "although we were only friends as children, as we got older we ended up becoming lovers!!"

the look of shock on your face didn't seem to surprise him. you begun trying to string words together into a coherent sentence when he follows up his previous statement.

"although... no one knows right now, we were keeping it secret to... avoid drawing unnecessary attention." the last part was spoken quickly and softly, making him sound unsure.

he takes your hand, "please love, i know you may not remember, but i have no problem waiting for you to fall in love with me."

"or... fall in love with me again i mean, hehe~"

should there be a part three?

feel free to drop in my inbox to ask any questions about him!!

#he is LYING TO YOUR FACE #he is trying his best to convince you that yall were more than friends #hes still a pathetic sopping wet cat of a man though #ariadne's writing - 🩷#ariadne's ocs - oliver northwood #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere scenarios #soft yandere #yandere imagines #male yandere

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arahdow · 1 year ago

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SKILLED FINGERS

Pairing. Sonic x reader, Shadow x reader, Silver x reader, Knuckles x reader

Content. fem!reader. the way they would unclasp a bra. suggestiveness, nsfw. silver’s the shortest but the freakiest hehe. kinda ooc characters. MDNI

Word count. 1.5 k

A/N. I suddenly had the urge to write about this while talking with a friend abt how there’s men who can unclasp a bra with one hand but there are others who really struggle hehe so yeah!! i had quite the time of my life writing this sjdjs and the playlist filled with sex songs really inspired me, so, here!!

+ I was quite surprised with silver’s!!!! my hands moved on its own ! and the one with shadow, i actually got inspired from a fanart i saw on pinterest 🥵 so yeah, i did my research JDJDJSJ

++ I also wrote this while being REALLY sick so forgive me if there’s something poor written :( not beta read !!

SONIC

He gets really excited, and actually knows how to do it but because he’s impatient he can’t find it in himself to take his time

Both of them came back from a mission on green hill. The truth was that Sonic had actually gone to another place for a week now, this was the first time they saw each other after a week, and spending their first moments fighting wasn’t her cup of tea.

But now they were coming home.

Panting into each other’s mouths, his body guiding her to the edge of their bed. His hands were everywhere at the same time, his heartbeat was quick as he kept kissing her. Without parting, she got on her knees on the bed, Sonic quickly followed her.

They both were now kissing on their knees, her hands roaming around his back, playing carefully with his quills, then coming up to cup his face, caressing his cheeks.

The blue hedgehog took the girl from her waist and pulled her close, until she was almost sitting on his lap, both her knees on the sides of his thighs. Taking her top off of her in such a hurried way, she thought he was about to rip the piece of cloth from her body. The man was so excited, impatient. Parting from her lips for a moment, his hand roamed on her back, finding the clasp of her bra quickly.

Giving her a smirk with hooded eyes, he started moving the clasp around, back and forth, pulling, pushing. Nothing. The girl came back from her dazed state and noticed that Sonic was actually having a hard time taking the undergarment off of her.

Waiting for a bit, looking at his concentrated eyes, she started to giggle a bit.

“Need assistance, love?” She asked, her hand going to her own back to end the blue hedgehog’s suffering.

But Sonic had none of that. He slapped her hand away and groaned. “I can do it! I’ve taken it off of you other times, why can’t… I… Now?” He struggled, his voice getting desperate.

She let him keep on trying until she couldn't wait any more. Sliding her own hand towards the clasp, she undid the bra easily. Sonic murmured a low “mhm”, as he continued on kissing her chest, stomach, sliding down. He looked at her with hooded eyes, his face pressed against her thigh as he admired the view.

“Gorgeous.” He winked, brushing his lips on her skin as he started doing hickeys on her thighs. If there was something Sonic quite enjoyed, it was teasing. And it showed.

SHADOW

VERY SKILLED. Doesn’t exactly know why he knows how to do it, but he’s cocky about it, nonetheless.

Shadow had just gotten home from beating the shit out of Sonic. It was a hobby at this point, not even something necessary. He came through the door stretching his arms over his head as he walked into the kitchen.

His significant other was making dinner, thank chaos because he was actually getting very hungry from the previous activities. Smiling at him, the girl looked up from the stove, as she turned it off.

“My love! How was hunting Sonic?” She asked jokingly, as Shadow got close to her, carrying her to sit on the counter, his gloved hand taking her face using his thumb and index finger to hold her chin.

“I still have lots of energy, mhm.” He replied huskily on her ear, as he kissed her cheek, then her jaw and last her neck. “Are you going to do something about it?”

After a few more words from him and a couple of kisses down her clavicle, the room got quite hot, and it wasn’t for her cooking.

“Mhm, Shadow… The food.” The girl tried to complain.

“Shh, I'm having quite the feast here, doll.” He replied simply, his mouth still latched on her skin.

In seconds, Shadow put his hand in front of her. She knew exactly what he wanted. Using her teeth, she chewed the tip of his white glove, taking it off slowly. His breath hitched for a second.

Because that was a rule when being intimate: No clothes between both of them. Including his gloves.

As his hands returned on her body, he touched her naked back. She quickly felt his fingers looking for the clasp of her bra. She was about to offer to take it off herself, when he found it, the thing gave in rather quickly, making her gasp.

Shadow looked at her in the eye, his eyes scanned her flustered expression and smiled cockily. Sliding the straps off her shoulders, slowly, teasingly. She could actually feel his heartbeat as her hands pressed against his chest. The hand that wasn’t sliding the strap was caressing her thigh. His lips pressed as he stared at her chest.

A glint showed on his red irises. Oh man.

SILVER

Not very skilled with his fingers BUT he uses psychokinesis ofc

The girl knew she wasn’t playing fair, but she wanted to push as many buttons as she could. Actually buying those pheromones she saw on the internet, and this could go either too good or nothing could happen. She didn’t believe there were any bad consequences for her actions.

Until now.

Well, it wasn’t that bad…

But the way Silver’s face was actually smashed on her neck, licking, biting, kissing and more made her brain turn into a non thinkable goo. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, grabbing, caressing her skin, like he wanted to combine both their bodies.

Not only that, but he was rutting against her leg, desperate whining noises coming from his throat. The girl was losing it too, but it was obvious his body was actually on fire. His cheeks blushed a pretty red, and he actually managed to drool all over her sternum.

Her hand threaded on his quills, sliding down until she could feel his chest fur. Doing an experimental tug, the man nearly came on the spot. A breathless moan left his lips as he continued panting over her, his hands positioned on either side of her head.

The girl kissed him hungrily, getting excited by the whole situation.

“Love…” She tried speaking but Silver grunted, taking his girlfriend with one arm under her back, making her sit in front of him. His pupils were blown and his breathing was accelerated. He had no time to think about that damn clasp, so he snapped one of his fingers, the cyan aura forming on his hand and then, the girl felt the bra fall off her chest.

Using his psychokinesis to do such a thing turned her on, she wondered what else he could do with such power.

KNUCKLES

He just rips it off

It was common knowledge that Knuckles wasn’t the most patient or delicate guy, especially when it came to having intimate moments like this one. Rouge threw a little party for her birthday, everyone was invited and, being the showy bat she was, it was quite a formal party. So the girl decided she was about to go wild with her dress.

The piece she wore was a deep green, sleeveless dress. The neck of the dress was high, the thing hugging her curves. it looked rather simple until you looked at the back of it, a slit running all down the low back. It was gorgeous, and she felt untouchable with such a piece.

Amy actually helped her choose the dress, and she also recommended using a specific type of bra so it wouldn’t be noticeable. The straps turned and twisted, it was something difficult to put on, but she didn’t mind, as long as she looked good in the dress.

And now it was time for the reveal. Knuckles actually wanted to wear something nice, so he dressed up (she helped him choose his outfit. He also asked to help her with hers but she declined saying she had a surprise for him).

Walking out of the room, the girl walked confidently towards her boyfriend sitting on the sofa, his legs spread and his elbows were positioned on his thighs, making him lean forwards. Too caught up in his mind, he didn’t notice until the girl was beside him. She cleared her throat and that did the trick.

His eyes flew open as he got up from the sofa, walking towards his partner.

“My… You look gorgeous.” He said, kissing her cheek, that’s when he positioned a hand on her back noticing the slit. He swallowed, nervously. “Say, doll, what if we arrive a few minutes late?”

He asked, his hands starting to roam, sitting on her butt. The girl smiled, patting his chest. “Rouge will kill us if we arrive late.”

Knuckles hissed, finding a button that undid her whole dress. “I think we’d survive.” Were his last words before he carried the girl to bed.

Kissing and palming all over her, the man took a look at her bra and without a second notice, he ripped it off from her. She let out a surprised gasp.

“Now how am I going to use the dress, Knux!” She exclaimed, feeling him grin, his breath caressing her chest.

“Use it without that bra, it would look better, doll.”

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neighborly advice | ch. 3

bucky barnes x reader

summary: you and bucky talk properly for the very first time, face to face. then you get real close, face to face.

warnings: timeline is somewhere around the middle/end of fatws, language, alcohol, eventual smut, past trauma, nightmares, no use of y/n, makeout sesh, hair pulling, beer drank in questionable ways, they're flirting, you cry, you hate your dad, mdni

word count: 3.4k

a/n: idk if anyone remembers but leah is the character that bucky went on a date with in fatws… that should’ve been me… that’s why i wrote this fic im ngl. and then made leah ur bestie hehe

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The ride wasn’t bad. In fact, it was thrilling. Watching the city lights blur past as Bucky sped down the road, the wind in your hair– it was nice. What was even nicer was the fact you could forget how cold it was, at least for a second. Bucky’s back was warm and broad and shielded you from all the elements that threatened to attack you. Though, you have to admit, your arms tightened around his body during sharper turns, and your heart kept leaping out of your chest more times than you would ever care to admit.

Bucky got off the bike first when you got to the parking garage. You didn’t even know this building had a parking garage. Made sense that you didn't know, though. You didn’t own a car.

Bucky reached for you, removing the helmet off of your head then extending a hand to you. You watched as he turned the other way as you moved to swing your leg off of the motorcycle. You tilted your head at the action, but didn’t say anything. Was it because in the end, with shorts or not, you were still wearing a skirt?

You could feel something give birth in your stomach and start to flutter.

Once you were off his bike, he opened up the compartment and replaced the food he bought with the helmet, and the two of you walked up the stairs together in silence. It was comfortable. The quiet was good, and you liked it. It’d been loud all fucking night.

“Wanna come inside?” Bucky asked softly once you'd gotten to your floor. He looked nervous. “Or I can just give you the burger and you could–”

“Yeah, I’ll come in,” you cut him off before he could continue. He let out a soft breath, and nodded.

Nothing much had changed since the last time you were in his apartment. He did get an upgrade though. There was now a coffee table between his couch and TV, which was a start. He put the bag of burgers there, sat on the couch, and paused.

“What are you doing?” he asked, eyebrows knitting together. You were still at the doorway, standing there.

“Is this… a shoes off… kinda house?” you asked slowly. The entire house was spotless and you were certain the soles of your boots were dirty and sticky from being in the club.

“Oh. You can, if it makes you more comfortable,” he offered, and you immediately moved to take your boots off, leaving them neatly by the door. Bucky got up, too. He toed his shoes off, and put them right beside yours, which strangely made your heart beat faster.

As you approached the couch, you tied your hair up and out of the way in preparation for this burger. You could swallow your growing crush for now. You needed to eat. Once seated beside him, he handed you your food, and your stomach growled on queue.

“Thank you for buying,” you told him with a smile.

“Of course. My ma’ would be rolling in her grave if she found out that I let a pretty girl pay for her own food,” he replied, unwrapping his own burger. You froze for a second, turning your head to look at him. He took a bite, completely undisturbed. “Besides, I’m not that much of an asshole that I make you pay for your own food after the shit you’ve been through tonight.”

Oh. So he just wanted to gloss right over that compliment. Fine. You’ll play along.

“I owe you more now though.”

“Consider it an apology for slamming my door in your face,” he said and you snorted, shaking your head.

“I’m not mad about that. I just came by because I was worried.”

He let out a laugh. “Sure.”

You huffed and took your first bite of the cheesy burger in your hands. It was like heaven on earth. You could feel the stress of the night washing away with each chew. Life was worth living, it seemed. Once you swallowed, you took another glance at him and paused.

“You eat with your gloves on?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Oh.. I got… poor circulation,” he said slowly, trying to come up with a lie on the spot.

“… I’m not scared of it, if that’s what you’re worried about. Wasn’t your choice for everything that happened to you, either. If anything, I’m grateful for it. I’m sure you’re strong without all the modifications, but it really came in handy tonight when you kicked my date’s ass,” you said with a hum.

Bucky froze mid-bite, and you continued to eat. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see as he placed the half wrapped burger on the table slowly and begin to fight an inner battle with himself for a few moments. Then he removed not only his gloves, but his jacket, too. He exposed both flesh and metal before he continued to eat. You smiled to yourself, and took another bite.

“So you have a thing for assholes?” he asked after a few more moments of pure silence.

You choked, and missed the smirk on his lips as he got up to grab you a cup of water. You gratefully accepted, but still stared at him with disbelief as you rubbed at your sternum.

“I’m just saying. He didn’t seem like a great guy, you know?” he continued as he sat back down.

When your coughing fit died down, you shifted on the couch to face him. Your back rested against the armrest now, legs tucked under you as you stared him down. Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, leaning back into the cushions to look at you better as he comfortably let his legs spread a bit wider.

“I was two-manning, for your information,” you frowned at him, “No clue who the guy is or what his personality was.”

“Two-manning?” he repeated, confusion thick in his voice.

“Yeah. Like wingmanning?”

“Why can’t you just say that? Why are there so many new terms for everything?”

“Okay, just because you’re old and can’t keep up doesn’t mean that new things can’t be invented.”

“And you’re like, what? Nineteen?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Flattered. Add seven years.” You smiled at him, and he paused like he was truly considering your age.

“You look good.”

“You look good for 110,” you replied. “But, you know. Helps when I was erased from existence for five years. Thanks for bringing me back, by the way.”

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. Then, his face turned serious, and he looked a little nervous. His voice was quiet. “How long have you known?”

“They said your last name in the station. Called you Sergeant Barnes,” you answered. “I only know one Sergeant Barnes and he served alongside Captain Steve Rogers, so… Just put two and two together. Plus, you’re kinda buddies with the new Cap, too.”

“He’s not my buddy.” He said the words too fast. Too defensive.

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips.

“You’re really not… Scared? Of me?” Bucky asked softly, and you paused. He looked so small at that moment. Afraid of your next words, afraid of the world around him.

“I can’t say I’m aware of everything you’ve done,” you said truthfully. “I only know what was put out on the internet, but I do know the guy that drove me home and let me crash in his bed. So, I think you're a pretty decent guy, all things considered.”

“... So. Wingmanning, huh?” he said with a breath. “Your friend okay?”

“She’s fine. That guy’s a gentleman, or at least I hope so. She texted me when I was at the station that she went home with him, so someone ended the night happy,” you sighed, shrugging. “Only went out with her because I was losing my mind over some other shit going on.”

“Yeah? I figured, since you blacked out the other day.”

You could feel your face go hot again. “I’m really sorry about that, by the way—“

“It’s okay,” he cut you off. “I promise. It’s fine. Are you okay?”

"No,” you answered honestly. “But I’ll figure it out. Have to.”

“Well, I don’t know much about you either, but I’m sure you will,” he said with a nod. “You’re always carrying around some weird books with long titles.”

“Necessary for my study.”

“So you’re smart. You got this,” he said with a shrug, then stood up again. “You want a beer?”

“Please. And I really hope I do, otherwise some asshole is gonna get me deported and send me back home,” you muttered.

“Deported?” He frowned at the fridge as he pulled out two bottles.

“My family situation is less than ideal,” you summed up simply. “My dad would love for me to come home and play the filial daughter. I don’t want to.”

“What does playing the filial daughter entail?” he asked, easily popping open the top of the beer with his metal hand before handing the bottle to you as he took his first drink.

“Marrying a guy who already has three kids older than me,” you answered. It was his turn to choke.

“Your dad would–”

“Never said my dad was a good guy. Which is why I left and I’m across the sea. I didn't want to do it, so I left. If he finds out that the shit I’ve been doing here doesn’t have results, or if I can’t figure out something substantial, then it’s only a matter of time before I get roped back into elite upper class politics again.”

“Damn. That’s heavy,” he murmured, settling on the couch. He crossed an ankle over his knee, flesh arm draped over the back of the couch. “What are you trying to do?”

“Regenerative nanotechnological medicine.”

His bottle paused on its journey halfway to his lips, and he looked at you. You were dead serious, and you were staring at your bottle like it owed you money.

“The thing is,” you started with a deep breath, “Stark monopolized everything to do with nanotech. It’s trademarked so trying to do something similar is so fucking hard without getting sued or going through a bunch of legal battles. And what I’m doing isn’t totally similar. I use a different system and my technology is run by a different program that I made on my own and I refused to look into what Stark uses for his nanotech until I fully made mine– but only to make sure that I didn’t accidentally make it the same. Anyways– Can you imagine? Going into battle, and instead of needing to return back to your base, you can carry something so light that you don’t even notice is there– it heals you at a moment's notice? Moreover– it’s reusable over and over again?” you rambled on quickly, finally meeting his eyes.

Your breath caught in your throat. This was it. The moment that he was going to call you crazy. Of course he was. You were talking to an Avenger. Dr. Cho had already created something similar years ago, that lab in Seoul that made regenerative tissue out of nothing, but this was different. Yet, you’d heard all the arguments before. If this was something that could have already been done, then it would have been done. You couldn’t handle hearing it again, not when the wound was still fresh. You looked away from his eyes.

“Anyways, it’s probably not going to go anywhere–”

“If we had that kinda tech in some of our biggest fights, we could’ve held on for so much longer, maybe even turned the tides and won,” he cut her off with a whisper. You met his eyes. There was a sparkle in those steel blue eyes that made your chest tighten. He breathed your name, in awe, “That’s amazing. Seriously. I don’t have that kinda knowledge, but damn. If I had the money, I would invest in you.”

Your eyes widened. This was the first time.

No one, absolutely no one, had heard you out with this much earnestness before. Even your previous sponsors had to be coaxed into the project, and gave you lowball offers that you could barely work with. Even your team of researchers weren’t committed to the work, and you picked up all the slack. It was always you, by yourself, trying to keep yourself afloat with your own hands.

“Hey- Hey! Did I say something wrong?” he exclaimed in panic, quickly moving to grab a napkin from the table.

You were crying. Warm tears brimmed over your eyes, and slipped down your cheeks before you could stop it from happening. You blinked rapidly to try to clear your vision, trying to find the words to say that there was just an eyelash, but nothing came out. All you could do was shake your head, take the napkin and try to calm down.

Bucky waited. He sat there quietly, giving you comfort in his spot beside you. There was no judgement, only concern. Once you did calm down, he didn’t ask any questions. He just settled back down into the couch, watching you quietly.

“It’s hot in here,” you lied, trying to play the situation off and change the topic as you shrugged your jacket off, tossing it on the edge of the coffee table. “You should really get a coat rack. Or something like that.”

“I should really get a lot of things,” he snorted with a shake of his head as he took another drink. “You go to Izzy’s often? Mr. Nakajima kept talking about you today when I saw him.”

“Well, yeah. But I met Mr. Nakajima because of Mr. Lin– Mr. Lin used to live in this apartment,” you explained. “I used to take care of him. I don’t sleep at night since I work late, and I would listen out for him in case he were to fall or something like that. Mr. Lin used to force me to go out on walks with him during the day and told me that the sun is good for me, and I would end up in the park with him and Mr. Nakajima and watched them while they played old man games. Like go.”

“Go is not that old,” he frowned.

“Yeah? And who’s saying that to me right now?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him. “I thought I was getting a young neighbor, but I just got someone older than Mr. Lin.”

“Alright, kid. Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Bucky asked, rolling his eyes.

“Why? You gotta go play mahjong with Nakajima right now?” you asked, a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re really annoying when you get alcohol in your system, you know that?” he said, staring at you with disbelief.

You let out a deep, sarcastic sigh. “Old guys just don’t know how to relax these days. No energy for any kind of fun. I know I’m not one to talk, but maybe you should go out on a date, Sarge. Let loose. There’s this lady on the third floor, second door. She’s single.”

“She’s 90.”

“Scared of an age gap?” you asked with a grin as you took a slow sip of her beer. Bucky watched you, and you could see the gears in his mind turning.

“You know what? You really aren’t one to talk,” he finally said. “I’ve known you for like, two minutes. At least I’m a gentleman and gave you my bed to sleep in–”

“Was very comfortable, by the way.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You also smell really good.”

“Thank you. I try. I’m using a new body wash.”

“You should keep using it. I like it.”

“You have horrible judgement in men.”

“The man I’m staring at right now doesn’t seem to be all that bad, though?”

The conversation had happened so fast, passing between you two like quick banter without a single beat in between. You stared at him, straight into his pretty steel blue eyes as you took another drink. Slow. Waiting. You watched as his own eyes dropped to your lips briefly, like it was a mistake before lifting back up to meet your eyes. Bucky sucked in a sharp breath of air, watching as you smiled coyishly against the rim of the beer bottle.

“What’s wrong, Sarge? Can’t keep up with the kids these days?” you asked softly, innocently. As if you weren’t daring him to do something.

“Shut the hell up,” he grunted, grabbing the bottle out of your hand. The liquid sloshed and splashed on the floor as he rushed to drop it onto the coffee table as he moved to close the space between you two on the couch.

You let out a soft gasp right before his lips touched yours. His lips were soft– surprisingly soft. It was a nice contrast to the roughness of the stubble of his face, and it felt so nice to finally touch him. Your hands fell onto his shoulders, his hands moved to your waist, and easily picked you up and situated you onto his lap.

Bucky kissed you harder, tongue sweeping against your bottom lip and asking for entrance that you happily granted. You let out a soft noise against his mouth as his tongue caressed yours, and he groaned in response, pulling you closer to him. Your arms moved around his neck– you couldn’t stand any distance between you.

Kissing him felt like finding water in the desert. You didn’t know how you survived before this, before him. You needed him all around you, pulling you in and deeper until you drowned in him. His flesh hand was in your hair, pulling the hair tie out of it so he could take a proper fistful of your locks in his hand. Then, he pulled your hair, forcing your head back, ripping you away from the kiss.

His lips pressed soft kisses against your jaw, the stubble of his beard lightly scratching at your skin as he moved. Bucky kept moving, kissing and sucking at your throat, briefly dipping down to your collarbone to nip at the skin there. Then, he settled on the spot right beneath your ear where your jaw met your neck and bit down. You let out a soft moan as he sucked on the wound to placate it, and you pulled yourself closer to him as your hips instinctively moved against his.

“Careful, doll,” he whispered heavily against your neck. You could feel him through his jeans. The thick length of him, straining, begging to be free. You were certain that he could feel the warmth from between your legs, especially when you had only a few thin layers separating you from him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you whined, and it was your turn to pull on his hair. He let out a moan of his own, the sound making you clench around nothing. Everything was warm. Everything was on fire, and hot, and you need more of him now.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky smirked at you, sending a tingle down her spine as he locked eyes with you. “You really need to keep up.”

A momentary surge of confidence and annoyance coursed through your body as you twisted behind you to find your– probably his– beer and drank down two gulps before holding another one in your mouth. Then, you turned back to him, weaving your hand in his hair again and slammed your lips into his. His grip on your waist tightened, and you could feel him twitch against you as the beer passed from your mouth to his. Bucky swallowed what you gave him, almost greedily, letting out a soft groan once he finally had the means to do so.

You pulled away, watching as he chased after your lips. With half lidded eyes, he looked at you, a bit breathless. You could only bite back a smirk, tongue licking your lips slowly.

“I think it’s past your bedtime, old man,” you whispered, echoing his own words back at him. You reached to cup his face, wiping off the lipstick that had transferred onto his mouth. Bucky watched you with intense eyes, pupils blown out, hungry. You smiled at him. “Thanks for the meal.”

You got off of him, and grabbed your jacket. You left him on the couch, humming to yourself in satisfaction as you went to the door. You didn’t even bother to zip your shoes back up since you were just moving a few steps over. You could hear him stand up behind you.

Bucky said your name with a voice so thick and heavy that it sent something straight down to your core. You swallowed, looking over your shoulder at him. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the words before finally settling on, “Sleep well.”

You let out a small laugh, nodding at him. “You, too, Bucky.”

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 months ago

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the red light

buttercup, chapter twelve

a/n: oh, you thought i'd only give you one smutty chapter in this series where matt's in his suit? think again. you're welcome hehe

summary: “…Matt?” you hummed against his chest before realisation came crashing down upon you like a bucket of ice cold water, “oh, no,” you gasped, “wait, I fell asleep?” you woke up a bit more as he stepped into the bedroom, “damn it, your surprise is ruined!”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, the black daredevil suit, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, masturbation, fingering, sex toys, falling asleep with toys in you (the reference y/n makes in this chapter may or may not be something I've accidentally done multiple times before.... oops), multiple orgasms, squirting, anal, double penetration, protected sex, penetrative sex

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It wasn’t till you stirred that you realised that you’d fallen asleep, although the vision that met your groggy eyes as they slowly fluttered open, made you doubt for a moment whether or not you were still dreaming.

Bathed in red neon lights from the billboard outside, Matthew had plucked you up off his couch and carefully carried you in his burly arms. The crimson glow from the fluorescent bulbs caressed the lower half of his face, that wasn’t covered by his dark mask, and bathed the rest of his frame in warmth as his boots slowly shifted across his apartment.

“…Matt?” you hummed against his chest before realisation came crashing down upon you like a bucket of ice cold water, “oh, no,” you gasped, “wait, I fell asleep?” you woke up a bit more as he stepped into the bedroom, “damn it, your surprise is ruined!”

“My what?” he furrowed his brows beneath his mask as he lowered your form down upon the bed.

Hazily, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and muttered, “I–, it’s–,” as you blinked up at the vigilante before you, the black suit clinging onto his frame so tightly that your cunt couldn’t help but clench around nothing at the visage, “urgh…” before a frustrated groan instead seeped from your lungs, “no, it’s stupid now…” you averted your gaze as heat rose in your cheeks.

“Oh, I beg to differ if it’s what I think it is,” a soft smile spread across his lips as he propped a knee up on the mattress beside you.

Eyes widening at once, “…wh–, I–, how–…” you stammered as your brows knit together in amazement, “how could you know that I was gonna ask you to fuck my ass?” you blurted.

Although, instead of continuing to smirk down at you, the bold words that flowed from your lips instead caused Matt to genuinely be taken aback, “I’m sorry, you want–…” he nearly stumbled, “I thought the surprise was that you couldn’t wait till I got home, and you started without me,” he referred to the intoxicating scent of your nectar that clung to your fingers and still remained sticky between your thighs.

“Wait, you didn’t know? I thought you’d somehow sensed that I–, u-uh…” you swiftly began to trail off before you could reveal what you’d been up to in the late hours of the evening while he had been out on the streets, stopping crimes.

“That you what?”

“I–,” you felt yourself grow so flustered before him that the words ceased to form on your lips, “urgh, no, I can’t say it.”

“Oh, come on, sweetheart,” a soft laugh rumbled in his chest, “you literally just asked me to–”

“Can I just show you instead?” you cut him off before sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.

Chuckling still, he bowed his head slightly before nodding, “okay.”

Shifting to lift yourself up onto your knees, you rose to near Matt’s height, grasping his broad shoulders for support as you did. You then slid one of your palms down the length of his arm to his bruised knuckles.

Seizing his hand in your own, you brought it down under your dress to let him discover your lack of undergarments beneath, as your panties still layed discarded beside the coffee table.

“Christ, you’re wet…” he groaned as his touch instinctively reached out to graze against the sopping state of your pussy.

“Yeah, well,” you smiled, “I’ve been thinking about you all night,” before a low and blissful growl then rumbled in his chest as he closed the gap between you both.

As he kissed you hungrily, his silky tongue swiftly sweeping forth to dance against your own, you then guided his greedy fingers away from your cunt, dragging it around your hip and back towards your ass. Matt promptly grabbed a handful of your softness, making you purr against his lips a moment before you managed to peel him away once more and lead him further, till his fingertips stretched out to ghost against the flared steel base of the butt plug that stuffed up your hole.

“No, you–,” he gasped before an airy laugh then billowed forth, short and sweet as he smiled against your lips in amazement, “I love you…” the tip of his nose bumped against your own as he gentle rubbed against the base of the toy, making you suck in a breath as it moved ever so slightly inside of you, “how long has this been here?”

“A while,” you breathed as your eyes fluttered a moment, “I got too impatient earlier and popped this in while I was playing with myself,” you tilted back slightly to blink up at him, “and then I thought I just closed my eyes after I–, you know, finished, but then you know what happened next… If I hadn’t woken up just now, then I would have slept with it in me for the entire night. I haven’t tried that before, but I have accidentally fallen asleep with a different toy still inside of me, you know, one of those little ben wa balls, and I–, that felt insane the next morning… I was so sensitive… so ridiculously wet… like I’d been teased all night long… so if this would have been anything like that, oh boy…” a quiet laugh then tumbled from your lips, “what a monster you would have woken up beside.”

Your giggle held up a moment longer, even after you then crashed your lips back against his own.

You barely managed to blink before a condom was then conjured from the bedside table, his fingers deftly ripping the foil packet open as you desperately fiddled with the zipper of his pants just enough for his hardness to spring free.

Feeling your essence leak down your inner thighs, a short giggle escaped you when he then swiftly spun your frame around till your head had dropped down upon the grey sheets and your ass had propped up before him.

“O-oh my god,” your eyes rolled in your skull when he then buried himself in your haven, aching and dripping to feel his girth, “y-yes…”

A short chuckle broke up his groan and rumbled in his chest at the mewl he conjured from your lungs, one of his palms swiftly swatting playfully down against your ass as he slowly began to roll his hips.

Not long after Matt had begun to fuck your cunt, his touch found that little toy that was plugging up your other hole before he teasingly began to play with it. In stark contrast to how he fucked your needy pussy, he slowly pulled the butt plug out nearly all of the way, before gently pushing it back inside.

And as your cunt clenched down around him, he repeated the action, sliding the steely plug in and out of your little hole till eventually, he ceased the dance with a low growl and pulled it all of the way out, tossing it off to the side.

Keeping the pace of his hips as steady as he could manage as you whimpered beneath him, Matt reached over into the bedside drawer and fished out a little bottle of lube.

Adding a generous dollop onto the tip of his fingers, they swiftly drifted down to tickle your little rosebud, circling the tight entrance a bit before one of his digits then slipped inside.

And when two of his fingers were stretching you open and preparing you to take his girth, the rhythm that he worked himself up to, matching the thrusts of his hips as his cock repeatedly kissed the deepest parts of you, a wave crashed over you and sent you tumbling down against the mattress as your limbs promptly gave out.

As you collapsed and landed on your side, Matt’s cock slipped out of you, and though his throbbing length was now sinfully glossy and dripping from your ecstasy, he still enveloped his lubed-up fingers around it and coated himself in the remaining slickness.

Sinking down upon the bed as well, you then felt him slot in behind you and plant a few pecks over the curve of your shoulder and up your neck.

“You good, baby?” his low voice vibrated against your skin in between kisses.

“Mhm,” you hummed as your hips weakly attempted to roll back against him, “or I will be,” you twisted your head to glance back at him over your shoulder, “when you get back where you belong…”

His grin was wide as he then captured your chin softly and tilted you further back towards him till his lips could claim your own.

Catching his hand as it slid across your hip, you weaved your fingers in with his own as he continued to kiss you. He then reached down to slowly sink himself back inside, though this time in your other hole.

The kiss finally broke when the fat tip of him was buried inside of your ass and your fingers squeezed his hand as your head dropped down against the bed.

“God…” you heard Matt groan behind you as he barely moved at all, staying frozen inside of you as you got used to his girth stretching out that part of your body, “you take me so fucking perfect…” he puffed before a smile once again found his lips, “so this is where I belong, huh?”

“I-if you want,” you let out an exhale as you tried to relax around him.

“Baby, as long as it’s with you, I’ll belong anywhere you want me to…” his breath tickled the shell of your ears, sending a shiver trickling down your spine, making you quiver slightly against him and wiggle further down upon his girth, “I’m yours… all fucking yours…”

Snaking your free hand down between your thighs, your eyes fluttered closed as you swiftly began to rub your puffy pearl, keeping up the pattern as Matt soon began to shift, gradually working himself up to a slow and mind-meltingly intimate pace as he shallowly fucked your ass.

Though soon, his hand let go of your own and reached down to where your other fingers were. His palm enveloped your own as his long digits laced in between yours, before he then took over your touch, swirling your clit beneath the rough pads of his fingertips till your own hand drifted away and curled up against your own chest.

Hazily peeking down, the dim red light just barely let you catch sight of when Matt’s touch then grew so greedy that two of his fingers slipped inside, plugging up your pussy as well and stuffing you completely.

“O-oh my god…” you whimpered as he stretched out both of your holes.

“Fuck… you grip me so good when this little pussy gets some attention too…” he groaned in your ear as he filled you up entirely, his digits too rocking within you at an intoxicatingly slow pace.

“It feels so fucking good, holy–, oh!” one of your arms shot out, smacking the empty space on the mattress as you heard your cunt begin to sing in sinful sloshes at each and every zealous caress he offered you, his palm smacking against your puffy clit every time his thick digits pumped in and out of your sopping heat.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” he uttered in between the messy pecks he then planted along the side of your neck, “you gonna cum for me again, baby?” his hips kept up their gently rhythm as he switched up the pace of his fingers, making it so rough that you couldn’t help but thrash in pleasure.

Unable to answer him in words, your pussy instead answered for you as you soon gushed around his fingers, his fervent efforts keeping you squirting as he chased his own high and soon joined you in the land of ecstasy.

“So,” you eventually panted once you were utterly boneless in his arms, “did you like your surprise?” you glanced back at him, your words dripping from your lips in an adorable tone.

“No, I didn’t like it,” he shook his head as he attempted to supress the smile that swiftly took over his features, “I fucking loved it.”

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ebodebo · 24 days ago

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SUPERSTAR!

ˋ°•*⁀➷ PAIR: dick grayson x fem!popstar reader

ˋ°•*⁀➷ WC: 1.9k+

ˋ°•*⁀➷ CONTAINS: fem!reader, angst, some fluff, dick being hurt, jealous dick, mentions of blood & cuts, & purposeful omission of tags to avoid spoilers.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ AUTHOR'S NOTE: hey... tbh this was the fastest thing i've written in a while, so, go me lmao also, if enough people want, i would totally be down to do a part two. also, also, shoutout to @delusionsofgrandeur13 for chatting with me about this concept and screaming with me hehe hopefully you all enjoy this!

Dick won't give up his crime fighting ways...

The gray clouds hung heavily over Gotham, dark and ominous, as rain poured down and thunder rumbled across the city, leaving behind a haze of humid dew.

In the blink of an eye, the previous sunny day had turned cold and rainy.

You are perched on your couch in your apartment, a soft blanket wrapped around you, providing warmth against the chill outside.

From your sofa, you glance out the window at the people scurrying beneath awnings and huddling in doorways, their jackets pulled tightly against the sudden cold.

The streets, usually alive with the sounds of conversations and city life, felt muted, the typical hustle and bustle subdued by the relentless downpour.

Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, its piercing sound cutting through the comforting ambiance—a grim reminder that trouble often lurked in the shadows of the city, even on the coziest of days.

You find yourself sinking into the couch, fully immersed in the movie you had popped on. Your eyes threaten to shut close as your head lulls back and forth softly.

Pulling the blanket tighter against you, you inhale a deep breath, leaning against the back of the couch, already lightly snoring before you hear it.

Just as you start to relax, a sudden thud from your fire escape outside jolts you back to full alertness. Your head whips around, your lips pressed together in a tense line as you strain to catch any further sounds.

When none come, you force yourself to settle back on the sofa, trying to push the unsettling noise out of your mind.

You close your eyes yet again, drifting off as soon as you lay your head back down. Your soft snores fill the room until you hear another noise, making you spring awake, your heart pounding in your chest.

You stand, agitated, ready for whatever comes next.

Tap.

The series of taps continues, with only a few seconds separating each one. You walk over to the window, reaching for a knife that you've left on the counter for slicing fruit.

Gripping it tightly, you round the corner of the island and stretch your neck to look outside, only to find your boyfriend lying on the cold, wet metal of the fire escape.

In a rush, you toss the knife into the sink; speed walk to the window, unlock it, and pull it open quickly. "Dick?" you call out, your eyes scanning the fresh cuts on his face, which are smeared with blood.

He lifts his head slightly, a lopsided grin appearing on his face. "Hey, baby," he replies hoarsely before dropping his head back down.

"Shit," you say roughly, quickly gripping him tightly and helping him through the window into the warmth of your apartment. You manage to get him inside and gently set him down on the vinyl floor.

"Did I wake you?" he rasps, wincing as he sits up.

"You always do," you reply, watching him reach for the first aid kit under the sink. "What the hell happened?" Your voice carries a hint of irritation.

"Ah, you know," he prompts, as if the answer were obvious. "Work."

You roll your eyes and let out a deep sigh as you carry the kit over to where he sits hunched over. "What happened this time? A knife fight? A toxin blast?" you ask, sounding tired as you soak some gauze in saline solution.

He gives a dry laugh. "It's nothing you need to worry about."

"Mhm," you respond, swiping the gauze across his cheek and making him wince slightly.

His eyebrows furrow in thought. "I know you're upset," he shrugs.

You nod in agreement while continuing to tend to his cut.

"Bruce needed me. Jason was being a hard-ass, and Tim was in Queens," he continued, his wide eyes focused on you as you tended to him. "I was the only one left."

"Okay," you nodded, applying a band-aid to his clean skin.

He let out a shallow breath, sagging his shoulders. "Gotham… she needed me."

"I need you," you said, your voice louder than intended as you tossed the used gauze on the ground, locking your eyes with Dick's surprised gaze. "And I don't mean Nightwing. I mean Dick Grayson—the real you. The only you I want." You tilted your head back, shaking it slightly.

His mouth hangs open. "I'm here now, sweetheart."

You shake your head, holding back a sniffle. "No. I want you to be here always, at least in the ways you can control. I want you to stay alive, Dick," you say, your love for him evident in every word.

"Baby, I'm okay. You fixed me," his voice begins to fill with desperation.

You huff, biting your tongue. "Gotham always takes you from me and spits you back up at my doorstep, bloodied and bruised," you start, glancing at his cheek. "What if next time you bleed out? What if you get too comfortable and slip up?" you continue, reaching to slide his suit off his shoulders to tend to his side. "What if you don't make it home next time?" Tears well in your eyes as you carefully sanitize the wound.

He doesn't even flinch at the sting, unable to comprehend what he's hearing. "I love you."

"You love Gotham more," you murmur, your voice tinged with a hint of hope as you patch up his wound. "I gave you an ultimatum, me or Gotham," you remind him, tears rolling down your cheeks. "And you chose, so I shouldn't be sad. But I had hoped…" Your eyes, brimming with tears, meet his, and his heart feels the weight of your unspoken words. "You would choose me."

His stomach drops at the sight of you, but he can't help feeling a surge of irritation. "Is this about someone else?" he almost spits, confused by this sudden wave of emotion.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you pull away from him. "What are you talking about?"

He licks his lips, his expression flat as he hesitates for a moment. Then he sniffs and reaches for his phone, wincing as he swipes it open. Turning the phone toward you, he shows you a tabloid from Gotham Times with an image of you at one of Gotham's high-end restaurants accompanied by an article that reads:

"Gotham's Elite in the Spotlight: Sources report that the acclaimed pop singer, a prominent figure in Gotham's social scene, has ended her relationship with Gotham's own Dick Grayson.

This news comes after she was spotted enjoying brunch at the upscale Tavern on the Green with up-and-coming actor Luke Fox, the son of Lucius Fox, a close friend of billionaire philanthropist Bruce Wayne and CEO of Wayne Enterprises."

You had grown accustomed to the constant scrutiny and speculation surrounding you, with keen eyes evaluating your every move, criticizing and amplifying every action.

What caught you off guard was Dick actually taking the tabloids seriously, let alone believing in their hypocrisies.

"Do you really think I would cheat on you?" you asked, looking up at him, your voice cracking with disbelief and hurt.

His narrowed eyes softened as he realized how ridiculous and unfair he was being. "I don't… I don't know why I said that," he admitted, turning his phone to look at its screen. "I…" he started, glancing back at your now tense expression.

"I was never with him, Dick. We had just met for brunch, which his publicist arranged, and the article failed to mention the other three people at the table. His agent thought it would be good for him to expand his horizons. Not that it matters, but we only talked about superficial shit," you sighed, clearly frustrated.

"Superficial shit?" he echoed your words.

"Yes!" you affirmed roughly, your anger simmering beneath the surface. "I thought you didn't give a shit about these tabloids!"

"I don't!" he insists, trying to convince you. "I just…" he trails off, shaking his head as he searches for the right words. "Sometimes they get to me," he admits, looking at you with pure honesty in his eyes. "I hate it, but… it's true." He takes a sharp breath.

You can't help but find his honesty refreshing. "I understand, Dick, but this is my life," you mumble. "There will always be some ridiculous article trying to portray me as some sleaze," you continue, shaking your head. "That's just how it is."

He nods in agreement, his disappointment evident. "Yeah, I guess it is," he says, the tension in the air thick.

You sink onto the cool floor, finding it grounding. Your mind briefly wanders as you stare at it, lost in thought.

"Can we just have one more night?" Dick mumbles, his bright blue eyes now a soft gray.

You look up at him. "Dick…"

"Just… please?" he pleads, his voice sincere. "One more night of normal? Then, I promise I'll let you do your pop-star thing and tour the world," he adds a hint of humor in his tone that makes you laugh.

"I'm not even on a world tour," you correct him, wiping a stray tear from your cheek as you chuckle.

"You will be," he assures you with his signature smile. "And I'll be cheering you on."

You sniffle, biting your lip. "You're a good guy, Dick."

"Would that opinion change if I kissed you?" he teases with a lopsided grin.

You let out a laugh before leaning in closer, pressing a kiss to his lips; the warmth of his touch spreads down your spine, sending shivers down your skin.

You pull away only slightly. "We should get some sleep."

"Not yet," he peers into your eyes, lips brushing against yours. "Let me soak you in."

The next morning, Dick wakes up before dawn breaks. He looks down and sees his arms wrapped around your waist as you snuggle into his chest. He smiles, but beneath that smile, a pang of disappointment lingers.

The night has long since ended, as has the normalcy he had come to rely on.

Thinking it would be easier for you, he decides to leave before you wake up. He gently eases his arms from around your waist and slips out of bed.

He tiptoes across the floor, careful not to wake you, and places a soft kiss on your forehead before putting on a spare white shirt he keeps in his drawer. He leaves the extra shirts behind for you.

He also leaves behind several of his sweatshirts and hoodies in your closet, just in case you get cold.

Stepping out quietly, he walks home through the cold Gotham air, the slight dew hanging heavy over the city, leaving him with a bittersweet feeling in his heart.

When he arrives at the Batcave, he finds Tim and Jason huddled around the Batcomputer. They both turn their heads to look at him as they hear his footsteps approaching.

Tim shakes his head, gesturing toward the computer. "Well, if it isn't Gotham's own charming socialite in the flesh, the Dick Grayson," he teases, nudging Jason, who laughs in response.

Dick lets out an irritated sigh and moves closer to see what's on the screen. There, a news article is blown up, and its headline reads:

"Gotham's hero, Nightwing, was seen sneaking into the pop star's apartment just days after her split with charming socialite and Wayne Enterprises executive Dick Grayson, amidst rumors of a blossoming relationship with actor Luke Fox, son of wealthy Wayne Enterprises CEO Lucius Fox."

Dick snapped his attention to the amused Tim and a serious Jason. "Don't worry about that," Dick muttered. "It won't be an issue anymore."

MINI AUTHOR'S NOTE: how are we feeling? feigning for more?

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asksonicverse · 4 months ago

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*not for any of the Bois* but omg I love this. How they're all drawn where theyre all Shadow and Sonic but still uniquely themselves. Esp that glowsticks ask for the SMU duo and how expressive the primes are (the ears omg, one of my fav parts of that show). Love that Lance and Arthur are together like an old married couple. Love this so much and looking forward to where it goes next. (Really glad I watched Snapcubes play through of TMoStH a few days ago, excellent timing on my part lol)

[ CREATOR SPECIAL! ]

I love it when you guys notice all the little details I try to pack in to make sure each Sonic and Shadow is different. I fear I will dip into more OOC/headcanon personality traits for some of the Sonic’s and Shadows as we progress (it’s a bit unavoidable… sorrey)

Paradox and Prism are the only Sonic and Shadow who emote with their ears. I try to keep Latch and Reeves eyes more square and give them pupils. The tops of Bandi and Boosts eyes are colored black. Lance and Arthur are just 🏳️‍🌈 and there’s other stuff like Snap and OG being “low poly” hehe.

Yes!!! I headcanon that he “accepted” and really realized he liked Prism pretty recently (as we’ve seen) but before that it was an unconscious crush from this moment onward.

LIKE OH MY GODDD THE WAY HE REACHES FOR HIM AND HIS PUPILS GET SMALLER AND HIS EARS DROOP OH MY GRRRAHHH

At first he just chalks it up to caring about Prism like a friend after their shared experience. And his ass thinks “man I sure would like to cuddle under the stars with this guy, damn I hate him, must be normal friendship feelings since I don’t have many of those” and now he’s like “ah shit yeah I see it”

Their “task” was just being together with Amy. Which they already were. So they have special permission to exposition dump help out!

YOU BOTH ARE SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU GUYS. I appreciate all the kind words I get on this ask blog and I wish I could reply to every single one of them.

You guys have no idea how much YOU mean to me and this blog, I would NOT be half as motivated to continue it if not for you guys. I do my best to balance the characters based on popularity so if some of them do slip through the cracks, I’m sorry 😭💕

And I’m still learning how to draw Sonic characters… I’m trying my best to get the best I can so that you guys can get the highest quality I can achieve with such my skill set :’D

I think I have a bad habit of mostly doing headshots… but I’m glad to know they get the job done! 🤣

Awwwwh omg thank you so much!!! I love it!!! Thank you for taking the time to create something even if you don’t think it’s great. I think it’s amazing!!!!

As long as you keep practicing and stay consistent you will see improvement fast!! Thank you again 🥹

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wild-jackalope · 9 months ago

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Don’t speak! I know just what you’re saying, so please stop explaining, don’t tell me ‘cause it hurts!

pairing :: Best friend!Yuji x reader, older brother!Choso x reader (secondary)

warning :: modern au, pining, one-sided love, angst, love triangle, friends to lovers, smut, some dubcon (reader is intoxicated), fem receiving oral, unprotected p in v sex, low-key toxic at times hehe.

note :: everyone thank Gwen Stefani’s song for inspiring this fic 🙏 strap in cos this is long and angsty.

“And who’re you showing off those legs to?” Maki asked, utter judgement filling her gaze as she swept over the outfit you’d chosen.

“You don’t like?” You asked, suddenly embarrassed of the miniskirt you’d decided to try on.

“You look fine, Maki is just judgmental.” Nobara waved her off, offering a supportive thumbs up to you.

“You still didn’t answer me.” Maki continued.

“No one, this is for me.” You huffed, sure of your answer. Despite it not being the entire the truth.

“Choso, Itadori’s older brother.”

“Nobara!” You gaped.

“Seriously?” Maki’s face scrunched, eyeing you with double the previous amount of judgement. “Hasn’t he known you since you were little?”

“Well, yes —but I’m not little anymore. I’m grown.” You gazed at yourself in the change room mirror. “I want him to see that.” From the reflection, you could see Maki give Nobara a sidelong look, one that the short haired girl avoided.

Had you said something foolish? Blood rushed to your cheeks and you slipped back into the change room, closing the curtain in a quick swish. You unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to your feet and pile at the floor.

You were grown. You could see it in your body, in the plumpness around your thighs and in the breasts that were cupped by a bra. You weren’t the little girl clinging to Choso’s leg crying because of a scraped knee anymore. You were older now, you had matured in so many ways and you wanted him to see that. You placed on your clothes and scooped up the miniskirt.

If asked, Nobara would describe your feelings for Choso as a little crush, some fleeting fancy that had come with knowing him for so long. She wouldn’t be entirely wrong, but fleeting was far from correct. Each time his calm, tired eyes softened at the sight of you, your stomach flittered with butterflies. Whenever he greeted you with a tight hug, you went as soft as a melting marshmallow in his embrace and when he complimented you, telling you he was so proud of you everything crumbled, every judgment you had of yourself dissipated into utter nothingness. The feelings you had for him were seeded since you were a toddler and had since grown into a loyal love.

So, you paid for the miniskirt, uncaring of the price.

The next stop in your shopping trip was the food court, the three of you girls needing a rest and refill after depleting your collective energies shopping and discussing whatever relevant drama Nobara spilled.

“Do you need a ride home?” Nobara asked, taking a break from sipping up her boba.

“Choso’s picking me up.” You murmured, a subtle excitement tugging up the corner of your lips.

“Why?” Her brow lifted slyly and she smiled at you.

“My family is away for a little bit, so I’m staying at the Itadori’s for a week until they get back.” It wasn’t uncommon, you’d often been tossed to your next door neighbours like an orphan during childhood. However now, it was a choice from you. You didn’t need to stay at their’s. You were an adult, you could look after yourself. “Yuji wanted me to stay over.” You added. The reason why you said yes being able to spend a whole week with Choso conveniently kept from your mouth.

“What I don’t understand is why you aren’t fawning over him.” Maki stated, stabbing her glossy chicken with her fork, then biting it.

Nobara’s eyes slid over to Maki, wide at her statement. She didn’t speak though, silently sipping at her boba tea.

“Yuji?” You blinked.

“He’s pretty much the same as Choso, isn’t he?” Maki continued, chewing her meal.

You laughed. “Yuji isn’t anything like Cho, they’re completely different.” You shook your head. “Besides, I’ve grown up with Yuji, he’s like my brother.”

Nobara seemed to cringe at the notion, but still she remained silent. Maki too, continued to eat without making another comment towards the two brothers.

It wasn’t until they said their goodbyes to you, that Yuji was brought up again.

You’d left your hug with Nobara, then reached for Maki. As usual, she wrapped her arms around you with her unusual strength that could’ve left you bruised if the embrace wasn’t so brief.

“Say hello to Itadori for us.” She muttered. Now, if it weren’t for the simple action of Nobara elbowing Maki’s side, you would have responded with a chipper ‘sure!’ But as the caramel haired girl eyed Maki with a stiff annoyance, swiftly aiming for her side you suddenly felt left out, like the third wheel of some information they both knew and had not informed you of. Maki simply rolled her eyes at Nobara, uncaring.

“Uhm, okay, sure.” Your smile weakened and you waved at the two.

Behind you, Choso parked the Itadori family car in the pickup section. A car you could recognise anywhere, especially considering it had been fairly scratched up after Yuji’s father had lended it to his brother, Sukuna, who returned the car after three days of God knows what.

You slipped inside, letting the odd interaction with your friends leave you as you left them. You were far too excited to see Choso to let it linger anyway.

As you turned to see the dark haired man, he was already leaning over to bring you into a hug. His masculine scent filled your lungs like cigarette smoke and twice as addictive as nicotine, you wanted more the second he pulled away.

However, as Choso’s let go of you, he reached for your seatbelt, pulling it over you and for a millisecond, his brown eyes lifted from where the seatbelt strapped your body to your own eyes. His face so close, you could practically taste his lips. The gesture utterly melted your insides to hot lava.

“How was shopping?” He asked, returning to the wheel and starting the car.

“So good.” You sighed, still high off his close proximity. Conveniently, the branded shopping bag hiding your new miniskirt sat on your lap. “I got some nice things for myself.” You added.

“Do you need any money?” He asked, eyes floating to you for a moment, before returning to the road. A delightful shiver slipped up your spine at his glance, and you couldn’t help the grin that reached you.

“No, Cho, you know I’ve got my own money to pay for things.” You were grown, after all.

He shrugged, cracking a kind smile. “Alright, I get it. Don’t be afraid to ask, though.”

God, he was so perfect. You wanted nothing more than for him stop the car so you could smother him with hugs and kisses. “You spoil me too much, Cho. What if I asked you for a hundred?”

He shrugged, the simple movement very telling that he would give it to you, without a second thought. “You know I can’t say no to you.”

So so perfect. Maybe if he did stop the car so you could smother him, you’d ride him too, just to make him feel as spoiled as you did. You let the dirty thought linger, probably longer than you should’ve.

“We’re excited to have you over for the week, Yuji actually cleaned his room for you.” He huffed, amused, at the thought.

“Did he?” Why couldn’t you share a bed with him? You were so tired of waking up in the middle of the night halfway off the bed with Yuji’s sprawled limbs all over you— even worse, waking up to Yuji hugging you (borderline snuffing you) with all his weight.

“Mhm, he’s always so excited to see you.” A knowing smile presented itself on Choso’s lips, and you suddenly felt left out of some knowledge again. It left a bad taste in your mouth for the rest of the car ride.

Once home, Choso opened the front door for you and you were met with an unusually empty, quiet home.

“Yuji’s probably in his room, you should say hi to him.” Choso instructed, moving to the nearby kitchen and dropping the car keys on the table.

As familiarly as your own home, you strolled through the corridor. “Yuuuji.” You sung, pushing into his room.

As the door creaked open, you were met with Yuji midway through putting his shirt on. He paused just before it looped over his head, giving you a view of his toned back. Notably, his pants were spotted with a superhero logo and the shirt he had finally let fall over his body was large and baggy.

“Are you seriously getting into your pyjamas already?” You asked, full of judgement.

“It’s five pm!” Yuji retorted. “Also knock, you could’ve seen my dick.”

“Gross, and I could say the same for you.” There had been countless times Yuji had walked in on you changing, he could likely piece together what your naked body looked like with all the occasions he’s seen various clothes off you. The idea barely bothered you. You trusted Yuji after all. Trusted that when he saw you naked, he just saw you, not your body.

Technically, it wasn’t anything he’s not seen before. During the early days of your childhood the two of you would run around butt naked causing all sorts of havoc, chasing one another with water guns during hot summer afternoons or avoiding bath time together annoyingly late. Puberty might’ve changed your body, but it hadn’t changed your thoughts towards Yuji.

However, you wouldn’t be quick to take your clothes off in front of him now. “I’ll get changed too.” You uttered, opening his bedroom door wider.

He groaned, leaving with a heavy walk. “This is my bedroom, y’know.”

“Not this week.” You grinned, shutting the door before he could come up with a snarky retort.

To say Yuji was just a brother to you, or your friend wouldn’t quite do him justice. Best friend didn’t really fit him either. He was all of it, altogether. The guy who’d answer your one AM phone calls when you couldn’t sleep, the guy who knew exactly how to massage the stress out of your shoulders, the guy to hold you when you cried over spilt milk— he was your guy. Your man.

You weren’t completely ignorant to the idea of dating Yuji, so many people had told you you’d make the perfect couple over the years, it was only natural that you’d consider the possibility. The beautiful moments you shared with him over the years seemed to become muddied in your mind whenever you thought of him romantically. Your stomach would flip uncomfortably at the idea of kissing him. The times you held hands innocently darkened as you considered what if we did that as boyfriend and girlfriend? So you placed the thoughts inside a jar, sealed it shut and threw it into the basement of your brain.

After pulling your pyjamas out from your stay over backpack and put them on, you called to Yuji from inside his room. “You can come back in.”

He did so, entering back into his room and flopping onto his bed. You joined him on his bed, letting yourself freely fall on top of him.

“What’s for dinner?” You asked.

He had no reaction, just the small breath that escaped him at the comfortable weight of you. “Choso ordered some pizza.”

“Movie tonight?” You continued, too lazy to formulate a proper question. Yuji would know what you meant, anyway, he always did.

“Are you finally gonna watch Human Earth Worm three with me?” He asked, head lifting to watch your face contort in disgust.

“Fuck that.” He laughed, shifting you on his stomach at his chuckle.

“Please? It’s seriously good, I’m telling you.” He whined, clear grin still on his face.

“I don’t care man, can’t we watch something nice?” You considered Choso, he’d be there right next to you on the couch, watching. “Something romantic?”

“That’s the thing! It is a romance, if you look closely it’s about the love between the monster and the protagonist.”

On second thought, maybe a horror would give you the chance to cuddle up next to Choso (as corny as it was). “Fine, we can watch it. Just stop yapping about it like such a fanboy.” You smacked a hand over his mouth, muffling the laugh that left him.

Just as quickly as you shut him up, you pulled your hand back as his slimy warm tongue swished against your palm.

“Gross Yuji!” You wiped the saliva on his shirt, hitting his shoulder. You raise your hand again in preparation to give Yuji’s chest another clean whack! However your plans are swiftly thwarted when Yuji grabbed your wrist, rolling you over with his body weight until he was above you.

You yelped, laughing as he smothered your body into the now messy sheets. He had you pinned face forward against the bed, legs kept down by his knees and your arms held back by the strength you’d grown to hate due to it giving Yuji a complete monopoly over your body in wrestling. You squirmed roughly, tugging at his grip. The attempt at freedom worsened your situation, as Yuji just laid flat on your back.

“Get off!” You laughed, choking on the oxygen that Yuji’s weight wheezed from your lungs. Harder now, you squirmed; flailing your arms, kicking your legs, rocking your hips.

“Don’t move like that—” Not a joke, you could hear it in his voice. It was a quick plea, that was followed by a harsh suck in of air through his teeth.

And for a split second, that jar you’d thrown into the dark corners of your mind loosened and you wondered what would it be like to have sex with your best friend? He’d be the type of guy who’d like to take you from behind, surely. Before the lid could completely pop off, Choso’s voice echoed from down the hall, an announcement that the pizza had arrived.

In a flash, the pink haired boy gave you one last shove into the bed, pushing himself off in a quick dash to the front door. You scoffed loudly, immediately attempting to catch up to him in a scrambled hurry, abruptly sliding into a wall at your departing balance.

Pizza and a movie was a usual treat in the Itadori home whenever you came to visit, it was probably why Yuji was so keen on having you over when he found out your parents wouldn’t be home (that, and he really hated the idea of leaving you alone in an empty home for an entire week).

With the hot food served, the three of you planted yourselves on the couch, Yuji eagerly recapping the last two movies in the Earthworm franchise before pressing play on the third instalment.

Having only worked up enough courage by the time the movie had reached its halfway mark to enact you nefarious plan to cuddle with Choso, you’d shuffled on the couch, coming close enough to have your thighs connecting.

Delicately, as if you touched him without the grace of a fairy he might not notice you and pull away, you laid your head on Choso’s shoulder. You must’ve succeeded in your sneaky efforts, because Choso didn’t blink, nor tense, instead he lifted an arm and casually wrapped it around you.

Beside you, sour eyes narrowed at the sight.

He knew, oh how he knew. Yuji was slapped in the face with your pining over his brother since he was a toddler. Even at such a young age, he could tell there was something in your eyes— a glimmer of pure affection— when you looked at Choso that simply wasn’t there when you looked at him. He initially hoped thought you would grow out of the crush, but he just watched it grow. He watched you grow into a gorgeous person, watched himself fall further and further in love with you and watched you watch Choso. Not him.

The too-familiar feeling of covetousness bubbled in Yuji’s stomach, bringing forward the storm that was his feelings for you and tormenting him. I’m back Yuji! Gleefully yelled his jealousy. I’m back and oh, I dunno, this time I might just make you tear your brother apart! Why not? Gotta get that girl sometime, you know, can’t keep fucking your hand thinking of her forever!

He could practically hear your heart dance for his brother even over the screaming gore on screen.

He was only tortured by the sight for another half an hour, completely minuscule compared to the years worth of moments like these. Like a blessing, Choso finally lifted himself from the couch to clean up everyone’s plates.

“What’d you do today?” Yuji asked, quick to distract you from the disappointment of Choso leaving.

“I went shopping with Nobara and Maki, they say hi by the way.” You utter, eyes following Choso to the kitchen.

“Did you give her some money?” Yuji asked, raising his voice to reach the man in the kitchen.

“Guys please, I don’t need money I’ve got my own.” You assured. Were they really so generous, or did they just think you were dirt poor?

“That’s what she said to me when I tried.” Choso shrugged, offering a smile to you. “It made me feel like a proud older brother.”

A thick pause filled the room before you truely processed what Choso had said. “For me?” You questioned, jaw falling somewhat slack.

“Mhm, like my little sister is finally able to take care of herself.” He added, rubbing pure salt into your icy wound.

“Oh.” Was all that managed to fall from your lips.

Yuji eyed you carefully, mouth suddenly sewn shut. His stomach filled with a heat that was not entirely unpleasant.

At first, a queazy glow flushed your cheeks, then the feeling of your ka-thunking! heart falling into your ass hit next. Beside you, Yuji watching your transformation into a heartbroken thing right before his carefully observant eyes.

Had you really been so delusional? That wasn’t it. That didn’t fit right. After everything, all the moments shared. After cuddling with him while watching a horror movie, he couldn’t have just seen you as a pathetic little sibling. Had you truely hyped yourself up to be this mature, romanticised woman and Choso only saw you as the little girl that clung to his knee, crying?

Yuji could practically see the thoughts flash over your eyes as you sat in a tranced— stunned silence. His lips parted to save you from being buried too deep within yourself but you beat him to it.

“I’m going to go for a walk.” You uttered, zombielike.

You’d left the house before either boys could offer to go with you, or utter a quick concern as to why you were craving a walk so late in the evening.

Nostalgia. It spilled like water, filling each crevice of your mind. You couldn’t help it, you had already begun reliving each memory with Choso, overthinking, overanalysing.

'Cho look! I drew something' you'd waddle over to him, holding a crinkled piece of paper scribbled with bright neons.

'Oh wow, is this for me?' He asked, a praising hand resting on your head and sliding down your hair.

'Yup!' You beamed. He'd take the paper you offered and held it with such kind care, never folding it and keeping it near his chest. Even now, you could recall the way he always held your childish offerings with such care.

Despite growing up beside Choso, you weren't his little sister. You weren't even apart of his family. Not really.

'Fight me Yuji!' You'd rile up the peach haired boy like he was a dog too much. Pinching and poking him until he'd finally pounce on you, play fighting until someone burst into tears (you, you were always the first to tap out with teary eyes). 'Ow Yuji! That hurt!'

And he'd be there, a hand resting on your head and swiping the frizzed hair from your puffy, wet face. 'I know it hurts, are you okay?'

Christ. He was ten years older than you, there was no way you were even on his radar! It didn't matter your body had bloomed, you really were still the little girl clinging to his knee, crying. Weren't you? You were, you were finally sure, now.

As you inhaled the fresh night, a subtle scent of rain in the air, you consider what to do with the loving feeling that had seeded its roots into you over two decades. You couldn't find an answer, until the love appeared behind you.

A large coat weighed over your shoulders, planted by Choso who now walked beside you. "You'll get a cold being out here in your pyjamas."

His little hints of affection had become recontextualized in your mind, now instead of thinking he had some buried fancy for you, you could see yourself in his eyes, someone young and needing care. Rocks piled in your stomach and weakly, you thanked him. Even the soft gaze he held you in differed. It was some kind of nostalgia that creased his eyes kindly, a memory of you at a younger age playing behind his eyelids, maybe.

The rocks now piled up to your heart, burying it between pointy— jagged stones. Each silent step the two of you took thickened the awkward sorrow looming over you, until finally, Choso spoke.

"Yuji's been so excited to have you over, you know, he really likes you." He couldn't have picked a worse time to take up the role of matchmaker for the two of you. The implication hadn't seemed to reach you.

“I like you.” You finally freed the words, the piling stones now reaching your throat. It took a confused beat until Choso cleared his throat with a light chuckle and responded.

“I like you, too.” His hand came to rest atop your head, giving you a kind stroke, like he always did, before returning it to his pocket.

But you don’t. The words threatened to spill from your quivering lip. Not like I do.

"Let's head inside." Your short walk had taken you around a loop, now you stood outside the house but you weren't ready to be embraced by the homely warmth yet, you needed to think more.

"I'll be there in a sec." You kindly evaded his attempt to bring you back inside. His warm expression seemed to falter with confusion, but ultimately, he let you go, walking inside without you.

You exhaled, taking a wobbly seat above the road gutter. Little sister. The words haunted you. I like you, but no, I'm not attracted to you, I could never be! You're my little sis after all! Another exasperated sigh left you. Even your faulty confession couldn't lift the weight compressing your chest. You couldn't wait to rip off your bra, although you doubted it would elevate the internal ache.

The rejection wouldn't have been so crushing if you weren't so into him, which anyone could've assumed, but really, you were into him. Your type in men was basically shaped around Choso, having pined for him from such a young age.

Despite attempting to date during high school and the years following, you just couldn't. No man could ever really pull you from your crush, so you were never in relationships long.

But what now? You had the confirmation you'd never be with him, should you date again? Move on with a quick rebound? Go to the club and try hooking up? God you wish you could cry and just hurry up with the grieving process but you were too numb to be misty.

Taking you from the hurricane of your thoughts, steps crunched behind you, but still, you weren't done thinking just yet.

"It's okay, Cho, I'll come back inside in a moment I just—" But it was Yuji standing in the silhouette you thought belonged to Choso. "Oh, sorry." You muttered.

He joined you, sitting atop the gutter. “What happened?” He asked.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” You sighed, face falling into the palms of your hand.

“I’m glad.” You could hardly see ‘glad’ on his face, it was stone, unwavering.

“What?” What exactly was he glad of?

"You finally know how he feels about you."

"Yuji—" Utter mortification. If you'd considered the idea of Yuji knowing about your little crush for a moment longer, you'd likely think huh, I guess he would've known this whole time. He's my best friend after all. But you didn’t have time to think about it, flushing hot blood to your cheeks.

“—Now you can get over this stupid obsession with him.”

Now, finally, the tears could start to form. Yuji's cruelty broke the dam that was your numbness. You stood, him tensing over your quick movement. “Stupid ob—? ugh! You—” A reasonable sentence caught in your throat and you were only able to wave an angry finger at him. Did he really see your feelings that way? Thought that Choso liking you back was such an absurdity? That it was an obsession? You suddenly wondered, if Choso came face to face with your love for him, would he think it was stupid, too?

Yuji swallowed, silently sticking by his rude statement.

“I wouldn’t love him—someone if I didn’t think I could be loved back.” Your voice crumbled. The slight crack tugged painfully at Yuji’s heart and despite the regret that washed over his mind like a cold tsunami, he wasn’t able to utter an apology.

Before the tears burning your eyes could spill, you turned on your heel and began walking inside his home. “Wait—”

“Just let me be, Yuji.”

He’d only left you alone for about an hour.

You'd decided to hide away in his room, after all.

Creaking his door open, Yuji's head peaked through the crack. His eyes fell on you cradling a pillow on his bed, your back to him. Guilt clawed at his gut to know he was the reason you were so upset (truthfully he wasn't, but he sure as hell pushed you over the edge).

Maybe, maybe if he finally told you how he felt about you, you'd understand why he acted so cruelly. What Yuji had conveniently forgotten to consider was the sheer amount of emotions that had currently resided inside you. Another confession? Well, you might just die of a heart attack!

“We should talk—”

“I don’t want to talk, ass.” You picked up the pillow slightly wet with tears and tossed it at him. You weren’t furious with him at least, that was a good sign.

“Look, the thing is, I—”

“No! Get out Yuji—”

“But! Just wait, I have something I need to say.”

"Don't speak!" you held your hands over your ears, kicking another stray pillow at him.

He held his hands up, surrendering himself and his voice to your demands but quickly, he peeped. "Can I at least sleep?"

"Fine." You shuffled across the bed, burying yourself into your usual side and flicking the covers over your head.

With the careful ease of a predator stalking its prey through the long grass, you felt Yuji's hands and knees crater into the bed as he slowly approached his rightful spot beside you. The warmth you developed under the sheet blew away as he lifted them, fitting under the covers with you.

He shifted, finding a comfortable spot on his back staring up at the ceiling. Five minutes went by and the skin on his palms began to itch, the muscles on the back of his neck tightened.

He shifted again, an attempt to reach real comfort. After five minutes of staring at a wall his mouth went dry and his toes curled in irritation.

Again, he shifted, this time, turning to face the back of your head. You let an annoyed puff free whilst his movement crinkled the sheets loudly, one he didn't seem to hear. Five minutes passed and he remained still, but his palms itched, his neck remained tight, his mouth was still dry and his feet were beginning to cramp.

You remained in a tense, motionless lay, eyes unknowingly shut tightly, begging sleep to take you far, far away from your body.

The covers softly crinkled again, but Yuji hadn't moved. You realised the sound was his arm moving as he pressed a light hand to your back, a silent ask. Will we cuddle tonight, or are you still mad? The question soon turned into a bribe as his palm pressed into the stressed muscles in your back.

You allowed him to work his apology into your skin, thumb tracing the muscles beneath your shoulder blades back and forth, creating a relieving rhythmic pattern. I'm sorry.

He continued grinding his palms against the soft tendons of your back. I'm sorry I was such a dick.

Sliding lower, he pressed into the thin muscles of your lower back. It's because I'm in love with you.

But when his hand began to lose motivation and slip from you at your unforgiveness, you sighed, reaching to pull his hand over you. You forgave him, kinda. He grasped your tummy, pulling you into his chest and his glowing warmth.

Friends cuddle all the time, okay? It's pretty normal. Thank you very much.

You could feel his breath pat the side of your neck and his hand occasionally twitch whilst holding you. It was normal, Yuji's always had a slight twitch in his fingers whenever you felt him hold you.

“If you had a boyfriend, would we still do this?” His low words rumbled from his chest into your tender back.

"I thought you agreed to no talking." You responded.

"Sorry." A deafening silence followed his swift apology that basically begged you to answer his question.

"If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't need this."

Again, his hand twitched.

"And if you had a girlfriend, you wouldn't need it either." It was true, and fair. Friends who cuddle only do it because they need a substitute partner, right? "G'night, Yuji."

"Night."

You weren't sure you had fallen completely asleep by the time you awoke, because when you checked your phone, you were face with the time being eleven PM. Fuck, you'd really had an early night. No wonder you hadn't slept long. Your throat ached to be soothed with cold water, prompting you to get up and poor yourself a glass.

You left the warmth of Yuji's arms, immediately regretting your decision to quench your midnight thirst. Lazily, you searched the floor for Yuji's red hoodie and placed it on.

The kitchen light illuminated your pathway to the tap and you wondered if Choso had accidentally left it on before going to bed, but you were greeted with him when you entered the kitchen.

"Oh, hey." Your voice came out in a groggy crack.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked.

"Just thirsty."

Choso eyed you, a gentle smile pulling at his lips. You looked so cute drowning in his brother’s jumper, it warmed his heart and cheeks. “Good to see you and Yuji finally got together.”

The excitement in his words stabbed at your chest and you could feel yourself plummet into sadness again.

“I was starting to worry that you two had a fight.”

“You’re wrong.” You attempted to state the words with a strong intent, however a quiver ripped the will from you. “I don't like him, Choso.” Your burning eyes threatened your already raw cheeks. “It’s you.” You hiccuped. “Please don't think I love someone else.”

In a swift rush, Choso had reached you, bending to catch your eyes. His hands hugged your arms gently. “I’m sorry.” He murmured, softly mumbling your name. "I'm so sorry I didn't know—"

He wiped away the salty drops that pooled in the corner of your eyes, his upturned expression guiltily taking in your devastated shake.

“It’s you, I love you.” You uttered again, chanting the statement that hung around your heart.

He pulled you into his chest, cradling your head in a solid embrace that lasted until your shaky breaths subsided. You pulled away from him, noticeable tear stains watering his clothes.

He took a deep, regretful inhale and you knew the words he was going to utter. “I've always thought of you as—"

“I know. It’s so obvious.” You stated in a huff, almost laughing at yourself for having thought otherwise.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured.

“Choso,” you finally looked into his eyes, finding a sorrow lacing his dark browns, but still, his gaze was so soft, affectionately taking you in. It made your heart clench. “Does me telling you I love you, make you happy? Even a little bit?”

A beat rung out as he considered your question. “It does. Thank you.”

“Choso, will you kiss me, please?” His brows furrowed further and his lips parted to utter a polite no, but you begged again. “Please. Just so I know what it feels like.”

And Lord knows he couldn’t say no to you.

Both his large hands came to cup around your cheeks, his thumbs lightly pressing into the sides of your mouth. He dipped his head down as he angled your jaw. His lips were just as soft as you imagined they'd be and the way he kissed you with such sweet sensitivity was heavenly. Your heart stung with the melancholy of it all.

He broke away, lidded eyes solemnly staring at your tear bleached cheeks. His expression filled with utter guilt, completely ashamed he was the one making you feel this way. He pressed another, deeper kiss to your lips. As if begging that his lips would heal you, despite knowing deep down they’d likely make you yearn for him more.

The pity became too much to bear, so you let yourself fall away from his kiss. A sweet smack sounding at your lips separating.

His hands lingered until you began to speak. "Thank you, Choso, I..." You had nothing else to say.

"You should head back to bed, I'll... see you tomorrow."

He left you with those weak words filled with regret. You could practically feel the sickly feeling in his stomach as he walked to his room, metaphorical tail between his legs and head hanging low in shame.

What would did it feel like to kiss you? His little sister? Expect you weren't his little sister, you weren't apart of his family and most importantly; You were grown. You could go and do whatever the hell you wanted. So you did. To the only place that would accept a broken hearted girl with a fierce desire to get drunk. You were going put that damn miniskirt to use.

Yuji somewhat realised you were absent from his bed when he heard the front door of his house shut. You went to the bathroom, probably. Although, the longer he waited, the more he thought about it and laid there without your weight, the less asleep he really was.

When an hour passed and you still weren't back in his arms, he finally sat up and checked the time. Midnight. He first wandered the house in search of you, checking the bathroom, kitchen, lounge. You weren't there.

His heart hadn't dropped as much as you would expect it had, it merely ached because in truth, Yuji had a feeling he knew where you had gone. Checking your phone's location only confirmed his theory.

However that guilty ache developed into an aggravated disappointment during the drive to you.

His expression was scrunched with frustration by the time he reached the club, having spent $15 dollars just to enter and find you. He pushed past wobbly, half naked bodies, searching for your hair, your skin, hell he even tried to smell you over the stench of artificial smoke and spilled fireballs.

He found you tucked away in a corner, surrounded by smoothly dancing drunks, you fit perfectly into the moving crowd, having the alcohol serging your veins lull you into a swooning dance. Despite easily falling into the sea of people, to Yuji you were outstanding.

The peach haired boy became keenly aware of you in your perfectly blissful state; the flickering neons shining against your glistening skin, the way your lashes fluttered at the brightness and how your lips remained parted, puffing hot air and occasionally sipping at the almost empty glass in your hand. Wide eyed, Yuji soaked the image into the deepest part of his mind, remaining unblinking until his eyes began to burn with smoke.

Yuji had gone completely stiff against the grinding bodies and despite your inebriated condition, you had turned towards the intense aura piercing you. As though the moment passed in slow motion, the two of your eyes locked past the haze and lights. You had come to a halt, hand going weak around the glass of alcohol.

Unaware of their space, another body bumped into you, sending you stumbling forward and into another group of people who rejected to support you. You’d gone dizzy now, reaching the peak of blackout and it sent waves of disorientation over your eyes.

Now by your side, Yuji had taken you into him, holding you with a firm almost too-tight grip. His fingers cratered into the skimpy outfit you threw together before leaving, grabbing at your plush waist. You sighed against his steady, hard person. Your hand was empty now, no longer clutching your drink but being rested over his shoulder.

“Let’s go, cmon.” And despite the room thudding with music you heard his words with a calm clarity.

You came to outside the club, cool air kissing your bare legs and face. Your arms, however, were protected by a large red hoodie. You closed your eyes at the sudden vertigo, unable to remember how exactly you’d left the dance floor.

“Did you take something in there?” Yuji asked, you turned to see him sitting beside you, a wide eyed serious stare drowning his beautiful features.

You were mad at him, you quickly remembered. “No.” You brooded, leaning away from him and averting your eyes.

He sighed, relieved to see some emotion seep through your glossy eyed, dazed drunkenness. “Why are you here? And by yourself, Jesus, do you know how stupid—”

“Why are you here.” You returned, slurred venom drooling your tone.

“To make sure you’re safe, and bring you home.” He squeezed your shoulders and you realised he'd had his arms around you the entire time.

Hotness pooled around your eyelids and you slowly blinked away the wetness. “I wan’ to keep dancing.” You tried to shoulder his arms off you, failing miserably when he held you tighter.

“Just tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded, searching for your eyes.

“I don’ wanna talk about it.” You murmured, the searing tears now falling from your eyes and to the concrete floor you stared at.

Yuji exhaled quickly, the sight of your glistening tears sucking the air from his lungs. “I’m sorry for what I said, okay? It was rude.”

“’s not that, Yuji.” You gave into his hold, letting him pull you into his warmth and smell. “He doesn’t like me. He doesn’t even see me that way. I was so stupid.”

His heart ached to see your wet, bruised eyes, the raccoon ringlets of mascara, the smear of lipstick.

“Am I ugly? Why doesn’t he like me?” The way you looked at him, your eyes wounded, pleading, inarticulate, it made his heart lurch.

He hugged you, so tightly that the bones in your back groaned.

"Stop it Yuji," You sobbed, weak hand swatting his back. He continued to hold you. "You're makin' me feel worse." You hiccuped violently, chest surging and pulling.

"Don't think about him, it's not worth it, he's not worth it. He's— Fuck." He was trying to find a tone, an adult rhythm of speech, and failing. Your shivering and sobbing had regressed him.

“Just—Jus' take me home, Yu.”

And he did, but not to his home, to yours. Empty, with nobody but the two of you.

You remember slipping, but not making any contact with the hard floor. Yuji had held you close, his arm basically attached to you, being the pillar of your nonexistent balance.

You were now in the bathroom, bright lights yelling at your hazy eyes.

“You should shower, sober up.” Yuji hoisted you up by your hips and placed you on the bathroom sink, giving his side a much needed break from supporting you.

“No.” You leaned back, lazy eyes gazing up at the ceiling.

“C’mon, please stop being like this.”

“Help me then.” You threw him a bone, letting into his ask of you.

He exhaled, relieved. “Okay, fine.” Delicately his fingers pinched your skin tight shirt, hesitating to lift. You raised your arms lazily, giving him the consent he was looking for. The shirt slowly rose over your hips, tummy then chest. Yuji let it fall to the corner of the bathroom. His eyes avoided your boobs, like he would be cursed if he copped a look. Instead he intensely glared at your face.

“S’okay, you can look.” You murmured. Yuji shook his head in disagreement, but his eyes betrayed him, glancing at your cupped tits. You huffed a laugh at his weak will. Truthfully you enjoyed the attention. You hated that you enjoyed it.

“Sorry.” He took a step back and breathed. “Look, for what it’s worth, I think you looked pretty. The skirt is cute.” You hadn’t known you craved that compliment until it filled your aching heart with flushing blood.

“Jus’ take it off.” You slurred. He did so slowly, shaken hands unbuttoning then unzipping the skirt, slipping the short garment off with ease. This time, he didn’t even hide his gaze as he stared at your underwear. He swallowed, jaw tensing.

“Can you take the rest off?” He asked, a little desperately.

“No.” You droned.

“Then I guess you’re showering in your underwear.” He finished, freeing himself from responsibility. You groaned.

He gazed at your lidded eyes intensely, trying to gauge your soberness, were you just playing with him? Were you really that drunk? You hated the silence, you wanted more from him.

“So do you like me or what?” You prodded his heart. You knew the answer. You supposed you always knew. You just never wanted to hear it until now.

“Yes. I do.” He swallowed thickly. It made him nervous when he could feel his heart beating in his ears, and wrists, as well as in his chest.

“Don’t believe you.” You muttered, swatting his arm pathetically. It was a dangerous game you were playing, insinuating you couldn’t dare to imagine someone— anyone— him— having feelings for you.

"Believe it." He warned, playfulness evading his intention.

"No." More, you wanted to tease more out of him like a comb knotting straight hair.

His hands grasped at your nude sides and he kissed you. Harsh and desperate, he was proving a point. Through your fluttering eyes you could see his were screwed shut in angered focus. He was making out with your mouth, licking up the remnants of alcohol on your tongue and teeth. Compared to his brother, Yuji was sure and feverent. He wanted you, so desperately.

He seemed like the one with the stupid obsession now.

"Shower."

You allowed his order, adding your own. “Stay. I might fall.”

Stepping into the hot water substantially dinted your drunkenness, bringing a hot clarity to your mind. The running water falling down your skull was a constant tapping reminder that this was happening, or it was going to happen.

You could see Yuji's form through the fogged glass, his back turned from the shower. You wondered briefly, was it out of respect for your naked body that he turned away from you, or maybe, was it for his own sanity?

The steamed water cleaned your face of ruined makeup and the sticky club residue. Your ears still held a slight ring, amplified by the silence surrounding the tapping of water.

When you stepped out Yuji was there to wrap you up in the towel with a turned head. Useless, really. You thought. It'll be gone soon.

In a slow walk, he accompanied you to your bedroom, a silent knowing thickening the air between you. Darkness ate up your view up him, but you could feel the tension permeate off of his body.

“Y’gonna fuck me, Yu?” You asked, staring up at him with dazed eyes.

“Yeah, I am.” His words were hugged by a breathlessness. A shortness of breath that hadn’t stemmed from his lungs, but from his heart.

You both needed it. You needed to be desired, to be wanted, to be loved and Yuji needed to finally take you, feel you, show you how much he loved you.

Again his hands found you, the first points of contact on your still wet body. Next, his lips, hunting your pulse until he reached your mouth. With his unseemly strength supporting you, he dipped you into the bed, his weight following you, pushing you further into the mattress.

You could feel is thick, strong hands on you, feeling, exploring, pulling with helpless desire but no real strength. Multitasking between your lips and feeling for the hem of the towel, unwrapping it from your body.

He stayed for a moment, bringing space between you, staring at you as if he'd never seen you before. Your breasts heaved rapidly. Your face, all flushed and blazed with lust.

"I'm gonna make you feel good." He said, struggling not to pant as he spoke. That would not sound good. That would sound weak, unsure.

Your heart was not breaking anymore. It seemed rather to broil in your chest, melt. You were afraid the heat from your heart might soon destroy your sanity in fire.

And he was so gentle, not tugging or pulling but caressing you with a consideration that was almost prissy. Fingers rolling down your damp tummy, hesitating just before your hip bone.

You spread your legs, inviting him to your aching middle. The offer knocked the air from his lungs and he knew only your taste could allow him to breathe again.

Like you were his salvation, Yuji kneeled at the end of your bed, his face pressed up against your longing, breathing in your scent. His hot exhales patted your sex, dragging you into a moment of utter desire and need.

His breath came closer, until the thick humidity closed and he pressed a wet kiss to your clit. The melodic sigh of ease lifting from your mouth tugged on Yuji's already stiff dick, making him suddenly aware of his own arousal. That was for later, for now, he was starving.

He pressed another moving kiss to your bundle of nerves, adding a smooth swipe of his tongue. Another symphony played from you and he drowned himself in your cunt, playing with you like an instrument. His wet, sucking pampering your leaking sex.

The intensity ripped a twitch from your hips but Yuji caught your thighs before you could jut away.

You leaked such a bitter sweetness, it was too perfect. Food would never taste the same now that he'd had you in his mouth. Live, squirming and moaning so beautifully. When your hand came up to rake though his messy hair, he fell deeper into your cunt.

His make-out with your sex had fallen into the perfect rhythm, sending clean jolts of pleasure throughout your body, you hadn't needed to concentrate or hold your breath to be forced up the hill of your orgasm, Yuji was walking you up with utter ease.

His tongue only occasionally dipped to your chasm to drink up the slick leaking from you, but as he dipped past a single ring of your insides, a selfish desire to feel more arose.

He shifted and you felt a warm pressure circle your chasm. Your cunt was already sucking in the two thick fingers he offered you. He slipped in further, sliding along your tickling nerves, massaging you closer and closer to a release.

The tips of his fingers curled into you, working in perfect time with his mouth until you tensed in preparation around him. Another slight suck and roll over your clit had you cumming on his fingers.

You cursed loudly, a lovingly weak moan of his name leaving you.

The way your walls fluttered around his fingers had his dick jutting painfully in his pants. Now he could finally fuck you.

His weight returned over you, coming back to his rightful place above your naked body. He shed two layers, his jumper and the shirt underneath it. Not because he was feeling hot or sweaty, but because he wanted you to see his tight body and throb. Force into you a sexual attraction and utterly crush your notions of friendship.

It might've been the way he made you cum on his tongue, or the way he took your wrist and made you slide a shaky hand over his abs and chest, maybe it was the way his eyes drooled obsession when he looked at you—perhaps it was a lusted blend of everything— but you could feel the sickening flutter of love butterflies develop in your stomach.

His hand next arrived at the rim of his pants, freeing his erection from the tight confines of his pants. You hardly shied from the sight.

Nothing you haven't seen before, right? Well, the way his blood fat length leaked beads of precum that belonged inside you from his flushed, burning tip was certainly a sight you'd never seen before. He let your eyes linger. It was all for you, all because of you.

He only spared a glance to line himself against your cunt, he cared more to see the way your face would twist to be filled by him.

"Yu— oh fffuck." You weren't sure what kind of rejection would've left your mouth before you felt Yuji enter you, but you were glad it never reached your lips.

Sliding into you was like sliding into some exquisite oil. The white that flashed over his eyes at the sheer— everything— of you blurred his vision for brief moment. He blinked it away quickly, needing to see the way you threw your head back in pleasure.

His size filled you perfectly, reaching each sensitive crevice inside your mushy tunnel, you only wanted more. Yuji sat inside you for a beat, needing a break from the feeling of you sliding around him. He wasn't sure if it was his or your heart he could feel thumping between his legs. The break was short-lived when you began moving your hips in pleading.

He moved with you, using you, but letting you use him as well. The only sounds were the wet sonances of your sex and breathing; his heavy and horse, yours quick and light.

You wondered, if Choso could see you being fucked soft by his brother, would he still say 'good to see you an Yuji got together'? as if Yuji could sense your thoughts by the way your cunt fluttered around him, his fingers dug craters into your side and he spoke.

“You— shit— you thinkin’ about him?” He asked in a thin carping voice, sneering into your neck.

Your lips stayed zipped, unable to lie nor tell the truth.

“He couldn’t— hng— fucken' love you like this.” To stress his statement, Yuji rolled his hip deep into you, pressing a bruising kiss to your cervix. Your hands smacked over his shoulders, clawing his back.

"I know— oh fuck! Yu." Despair in your words, but Yuji worked to fuck it out of you, suckling hickies to your neck.

"I told you I'd make you—hahh— feel good. You feel good, baby?" He wasn't sure where the pet name came from but the moment it rolled off his tongue he knew he'd never use your name again.

His words regressed you into a submissive, panting mess. "Mhm, hngh! yes, Yu." You didn't mean to sound so ravaged and pleased, but your tone made Yuji's eager dick expand more inside you, becoming girthier with blood.

His rhythm finally dissolved into an excited bucking and from it Yuji drunk up your little gasps like a starved man. "You know I love you, yeah? My girl."

You could only nod, unable to even babble a response.

"Say it, hng— say you love me back."

"L-Love you, Yu."

And oh God, your words go straight to his cock, hurling him into a driven frenzy of mushing thrusts that glide right over your g-spot.

He can feel your cunt tighten in preparation, drawing a guttural moan from his stomach. He knew you were going to cum. It was like knowing him all these years had let him memorise your body, inside and out.

"Let me hear it, baby." He cooed softly.

Like an enraptured fizzing firework, your orgasm rolled over you. It bubbled loaded moans up your throat. You cunt fluttered around him, sucking him up, begging him to fill you with his cum. You jump at his sharp canines sinking down into the flushed skin of your neck and he shivered when he feels your nails dig into the sides of his neck.

He couldn't hold himself back anymore, barrelling over the edge as you clamped around him. His cock punctured your cervix in three strong half-way thrusts, leaving kisses of cum across your insides.

You both fucked your fleeting orgasms out on each other, you with rolling hips and Yuji with messy, unfocused thrusts that prodded against your walls mercilessly.

Even when you both came to a panting halt, Yuji still twitched hard and thick inside you.

"You're mine, now." He couldn't even conceal his absent breath. "You're my girl, yeah? M'gonna love you like this forever."

Aside from the proof in the territorial marks decorating your skin, or your gummy cunt being soaked from his cum, you already knew in your heart you were his.

But as his hips drew out in a slide you assumed would mean his exit, then pushed back in, making a circle of frothy cum and slick form around his cock you knew you weren't going to make it out alive without those words tattooed on your tongue.

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heh.. okay, so you asked for different.. rubs hands together villaniously as i materialize from the bottomless shadows..

sub!vampire!ellie biting/bloodsucking denial.. reminding her how much of a good girl she needs to be even when your wrist is practically just brushing past her lips to cradle her face.. or when the weakest bead of blood is pricked from your finger.. flaunting it.. teasing.. goddess bless throw in whatever else you see fit freakmaster

TEMPTATION WAITS

before you read! ▪︎ my masterlist ☆: co-president...this is absolutely divine...shoulda seen the way i dropped everything for this im literally #TWEAKING. new fav thing i've ever written methinks. title song. (vibes aren't there but the title was too good.) ps: if you spot any typos i wrote this with one hand. KIDDING...or am i? divider creds—cafekitsune. ◇: not outright smut, but still suggestive!! and nsfw is described. fluffy end bc i think she earned it, lore sprinkled in because why nawt it's interesting, finger sucking (e! receiving), this is maybe a lil ooc idrc, she's described as looking quite ill in her vampiric form + begs like her century long life depends on it fr, (but also has a bit of an attitude, it issss ellie after all), mean!r, talk of blood/previous bite wounds. ++ 3.3k wc. doesn't need to be that long but atp? take it or leave it LOLL. filing under "oneshots" bc it's way more than usual reqs hehe.

“Please, baby. Just one taste. I'll do anything.” Desperate, shaky pleas spilled from Ellie, her voice noticeably tired from the effort. She's been at this for what felt like forever now, and you were getting tired of ignoring her. Or rather, a little bored.

She was kneeling on the wooden floor by your bed, fisting the creased sheets, trying to capture your attention. The shimmering moonlight was dancing on her features as if it was a sparkle of fireflies, making her oddly colored eyes appear to glow, and highlighting her sickly appearance.

In her vampiric form, her skin was tinted a ghostly—even chalky—white, barely a smidgen of blush dancing on the apples of her cheeks. Her eyes shifted from their original grassy green to a peculiar duochrome blend of emerald and ruby. She really looked unwell, but you knew it was merely a product of circumstance, her gloomy fate.

Ellie donned somber dark circles around her eyes, her lips withered, pale, and thin as a piece of tissue paper. Just behind them though, rested two deadly weapons of her very own—sizeable, razor-sharp, gleaming ivory canines reflecting the scarce lighting as if they were made of mirrored glass.

For the first time tonight, you met her gaze, assuming an unbreakable poker face. Her keen sight could pick out the most subtle of twitches, so you learned to defeat that. The moment you met her line of sight she perked up, her eyes widening in glee, you had finally acknowledged her existence after so long.

Scooting forward you placed yourself right in front of her still kneeling form, sitting so she was in between your legs, but she wasn't allowed to touch you until you said so. What torture.

She began again, “Can I do something to make you change your mind? I'll do anything. Anything in the world. I'll make you feel re-really good, and then I won't ask again…ever even, if that's what you want. Just please let me…I'm so thirsty.” She was rambling a million miles a minute, slurring her words and cutting herself off with hiccups, stuttering like was having a nervous breakdown.

Her chest heaving up and down was visible to you despite the dim surroundings, and you could just make out her facial expression—a pained grimace, as if she was experiencing all of humanity's greatest suffering. When you didn't reply but stayed observing her blankly, she sighed and hung her head in shame, you almost felt bad. Almost.

You extend a hand, twirling a strand of her hair—previously silky and vibrant, now as lifeless and dull as charred hay—and you feel her relax under your touch. You continue raking your fingers through her locks, scratching her scalp with your nails, and you hear her exhale forcefully. She's likely overwhelmed by your scent—it's invigorating, fresh, and full of life.

“Have you been good?” You pipe up with a voice colder than ice, softly caressing the flesh of her tense cheek, and letting your fingertips travel to the underside of her chin. You gently tilt her head up, noticing the way her eyelids flutter to a close. She's soaking up the heat radiating off of you, making sure to feel the sensations of your skin brush against hers as much as she can, commit them to memory for when she's apart from you.

Her lips part, allowing for hushed, woeful whimpers to pour out, and she instinctively bites her bottom lip to quiet herself. Only she forgets about the powerful daggers in her mouth, and almost pierces right through her own skin.

Taking notice, you tut at her, warning clicks of your tongue bouncing off the room’s walls, contrasting the dead of night’s eerie silence. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You push the pad of your thumb down on the plush of her lip, angling her jaw side to side, examining those killer gnashers she's got.

“You could hurt yourself with these y'know, be careful.” Her eyelids flicker open, she's staring up at you with the biggest doe eyes she could muster, somehow all while maintaining such a strong glare you feel as if she's trying to challenge you.

“I'll decide if you can have some, as long as you're good, and you let me have some fun first. Alright?” You explain in a neutral tone, earning a cute “mhm” of confirmation from the undead being before you. “Good girl.”

You slowly slip your thumb into her mouth, avoiding her fangs at all costs, and you let her wrap her slippery tongue around your digit, watching how her cheeks hollow and her eyes roll ever so slightly while she sucks, moaning as she takes in your taste—nothing more than just skin.

You chuckle at her desperation, revel in the power dynamic you have created. “Mmm, you taste so good, so sweet.” She mumbles, swirling her tongue around your thumb, coating the entirety of it in her spit. You allow it for now, but soon enough, to no surprise, she slyly tries to shift to the side in preparation to slice you and get her treat.

You sharply retract your hands from her, removing your finger from her mouth with a pop, disappointed by her greed, her audacity. She turns to the side and pouts, huffing and rolling her eyes with more attitude than a moody teen. “What did I say?” You calmly hiss at her. She whispers, almost inaudibly, “Sorry…taste so good, can't help m’self.” Her voice wavered, and the moonlight illuminated the faintest tinge of red across her features, it was nearly invisible.

But you could tell exactly what was up. She shifts uncomfortably in her spot, grunting with laughable, pitiful attempts to rub her thighs together, fingers toying with the cloth of her pants, putting her frustration on full display. You looked at her struggle, unable to contain your grin.

It was a different kind of high, seeing such a feared and fabled beast kneel before you in such a pathetic manner, but it turned you on like nothing else. It was also evident she enjoyed it as well, no matter how much she didn't want you to be aware of the fact. The extent to which she worships you and handles your body, the way she was willing to beg and let you order her around showed just how much you meant to her—it was beautiful in its own way, how devoted she was to you. You were her person.

The fact she couldn't stifle her desire anymore after all this time suggested a shift in the atmosphere of your wicked games, the tension in the air was getting impossibly thicker, and you were loving every second of it.

Ellie, you've got a short memory.” You tease, then gesture to the gauze wrapped around your forearm, protecting two puncture wounds left by none other than her just the previous night. She looks at it and cocks an eyebrow, grouching, “Yeah, I see that, what about it?” The husky edge to her voice had returned, the defiant attitude you loved to crack was back in full force.

“Hundreds of years old, you even have memories of wars, and you can't remember what happened, like, 24 hours ago? Wow…” Your voice is so patronizing, it's unpleasant and abrasive on the ears, even your own. She shrugs her shoulders, still kneeling on the cold, hard ground at your mercy. “Well let's have a refresher then, shall we?” Tearing the tan-colored bandage apart with a single rip, you reveal the puncture marks—they were still wet and irritated, the wounds reopening immediately at the slightest movement.

Ellie whines like an animal, a crude “ahh”, and she starts pleading harder than ever. “Please, baby, my pretty, my angel, please, please, pleasepleaseplease, just lemme have a drop, just one. That's all, I swear.” Her gaze darkens exponentially, if you didn't know her it would instill fear in your heart, but luckily you were well aware of all her tricks. She snarls, “Fuck you. I'm literally on my fucking knees right now. Why are you doing this?” Her voice breaks angrily, wobbling with great lust and need—the need to have you, the need to drink you and fondle you and taste you in all senses of the word, and at this point she didn't seem to care about preserving a morsel of her dignity, she was simply so drunk on you, you couldn't believe.

You reiterate the previously established explanation, “We have an agreement that says you're allowed to take my blood once a month, so you can have some more each time. Rather than taking a little bit but more often, you requested this yourself. And you already drank lots yesterday. Does that not ring a bell?”

She groans, a gravelly, guttural sound that had you coming back to your senses and realizing, this was technically, a monster who you loved so dearly.

It led you to wonder—to her kind, what was so special about the liquid coursing through your veins?

When you split your lip open as a kid, clumsily tumbling face-first onto the asphalt, or bit your tongue while eating something stubborn, the strange, metallic taste was purely disgusting. It had a certain heaviness to it, both physically with the way it sat in your mouth, but also mentally. Like a subconscious awareness you were not meant to consume it like she does, but to spit it out the millisecond it made contact with your taste buds. There were times where the thought made you queasy, the measly knowledge of just how much of this fluid was inside you, keeping you alive.

But to her, it was a completely different story. She lapped it up with such fervor, such thirst you've never seen before. A sloppy frenzy like there wasn't a single thing more delightfully flavorful.

Her teeth penetrating all the way through your epidermis, dermis, and hypodermis, and straight through the vein wall was a feeling you're likely never going to get used to. It stung, it really did, and you were quick to get all woozy from the blood volume loss, but Ellie knew your limits—even though hers were not even close. Her thirst was insatiable.

The intimacy of the act was a whole separate topic to think about too. It was such an erotic experience, and when probed about it she argues it's better than sex, somehow. When she drinks from you, Ellie is really messy with it, you noticed. Blood dribbles down her chin and stains her lips as if it's a designer lip oil, the distinct deep maroon color sometimes appearing clownish and too intense against her fair complexion.

She was really handsy as well, and you weren't sure if it was purposeful, but you didn't care to ask because you didn't really mind in the first place. It felt nice. Her muscular hands tend to trace your waist as she's suckling, hovering by your ass, and traveling north to knead the supple tissue of your breasts.

And how could you forget about the sheer proximity of it all, even when having sex normally, it didn't feel nearly as intimate or vulnerable as this. Her body would be tightly curled around yours, she couldn't bear to have one meager square inch of her not touching you.

When she drank from your neck, it was bordering on heavenly, you had to be honest with yourself. There was something about the combination of the light headed, dizzying feeling it brought you, her closeness, the licking sensations, and the hungry sounds she produced that all together mixed to form nothing short of a mind blowing, intoxicating concoction.

When you both were feeling it, she'd be able to draw breathy moans to fall from your lips, and would giggle into your skin before sucking harder, leaving bruised marks surrounding the punctures. You read in some folklore that vampires carried a sort of aphrodisiac in their fangs, or was it their saliva? Again, you didn't really know all the details, but the sessions made you both yearn for each other in a way that felt taboo to discuss—midnight feedings often turning into animalistic fucking, sometimes even simultaneously.

Like having Ellie latched onto the side of your neck while she grinds her dripping pussy onto yours, her pleasureful mewls filling your ears, or having her hold your wrist to her mouth while her other hand is pleasuring you into oblivion, prodding against your spongy walls, making your head spin.

The time you spent lost in thought, she had broken the rule of not touching you unless you said so, but all she had done was rest her head on your knee, zoning out, sulking like an injured puppy. Unfortunately for her, you weren't done torturing her just yet. You didn't move her off of you, she was just laying there, grumbling curses under her breath, saying how mean you were, how much she despised you and everything you stood for, although both of you knew the truth—she had said herself, “I've never tasted blood like yours,” and you felt intrinsically bound to her on a subconscious level, these were mere amusements you indulged in, that ended up beneficial for both.

She got her delicious elixir of life, at the cost of you having your way with her for a bit. You hear her sniffle, the little defenseless sound of defeat was able to break your act.

You resume stroking her hair, and she wraps trembling arms around your thigh. “Hmm?” You coo, putting on a sweet facade. “Don't talk to me like that, c'mon man.” She wails, the attempts to regain control over her voice proving unsuccessful.

You took your nails to the newly formed raspberry scabs on top of your bite wounds and picked them off, and she lunges to grab your arm with inhuman reflexes, but once again you emerge on top, having spent so much time memorizing every last one of her behavioral patterns, so much so you knew exactly how she was going to attempt catching you and moved out the way without thinking about it.

“Too slow, you've gotten predictable.” You ridicule her, embellishing your voice with the most fake, sickly sweet tone you could just to irritate her as much as you possibly could. Ellie lays her head on your thigh, sighing. It's like she's given everything up. Her own patience was running out, potentially entering unpredictable territory now.

You squeeze the sides of the hole in your skin to coax a bubble of bright red blood to ooze out, marveling, “It's such a nice color, I see why you like it so much.” You talk to her coolly, ignoring her tearful, yet terrifyingly rage-filled glares, her massive fangs bared as if you were a prey animal she caught herself and was preparing to rip apart.

“Want a taste, Ellie? Have you earned it?” You think out loud, comically tapping your chin to exaggerate the brainstorming act. “Whatever, it's not like I have anything left to say to you.” She sounded heartbroken, you've never seen someone have such sorrow, the sheer misery behind her eyes actually caught you off guard.

"Okay I think you have earned it, just need you to say one more thing.” She nods, a little too quickly, rushing to catch any tears that were planning an escape route down the sides of her pretty face. You cradle her cheek, brushing your thumb against her skin, “Aw, baby, don't cry.” This time however, your tone is sincere.

She doesn't wait for your request, and starts all over again, this is getting old. “I promise everything. I'll make you feel so good, I'll give you whatever you want, please …you're too sweet.” She huffs, “Well, except when you're not.”

She continues mumbling, burying her face in the meat of your thigh, occasionally stopping to lovingly peck where she was laying, quiet smooching sounds. That really melted your heart, you were ready to give her what she needs after so much cruelty. This went on much longer than you had planned, but you were having fun with it. So you decided to abandon whatever you would ask of her. But could anyone blame you?

She slowly reaches for your wounded arm, gauging your reactions, like in the situation you were planning to do something to prevent her, but you come up with a better idea. “I'll do you one even better, Els.” The grin that envelops her face could light up a thousand suns, and melt the coldest of souls. Make vampire hunters quit their careers even, that's how adorable she could be, on the occasion.

You lean back to take your shirt off in one swift motion, and lay back on the edge of the bed, tilting your neck to give her access to the sweet pulsating spot, finding the droplet of drool that falls from her agape mouth utterly hilarious. “Go ahead, I've had my fun.” She hesitates. “But our agreement, I don't wanna hurt you.” “Ellie it's fine, unless you don't want t-” “No I do I do, oh thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so muchhhh.”

Her gratitude is silly, she's straddling you and kissing all over your neck, face, and collarbones with such care, and you inhale sharply once you feel the familiar sensation of her teeth piercing your sensitive skin.

She has one hand on the nape of your neck, holding you close to her so you couldn't move away, and the other one finds your fingers to intertwine with hers, loud gulping noises filling the room as she messily laps up all that flows from you.

Her bony hips are sat atop your pelvis, and soon enough you feel her start absentmindedly rocking back and forth on you, your breath hitching. You hold her waist to ground yourself, and aid her. She's whispering, mostly to herself, “Fuck that's so fucking good, needed this so bad, need you, fuck- shit. Ah, yes.”

The vertiginous feeling swirls in your head and you feel yourself fading, your grip on her sides loosening, but you don't feel one single ounce of panic, because you know she's got you. No matter what, until the end of time. Or at the very least, until the final bells tolled and you were lowered to your eternal resting place six feet underground.

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wukyma · 6 months ago

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I'm very curious about your Posepoli AU if you are OK with sharing facts about it ? Maybe what you have in mind? Or what Poseidon have in mind withvhis proposition 🤔 I can't only imagine the crew reaction

Also I'm in absolute love with your art ! The way you color? Your Odysseus ? Incredible. Make me think about fairy tales book illustrations you know ? And don't let go on your design of Poseidon ? He look so cold and distanced, it's actually genius!

Oh, thank you so much 💖 It means a lot! I loved illustrated fairytales as a kid and had a similar book of Greek myths, so that's probably where the style comes from, hehe

As for the AU... I lied shamelessly in the other post and speedran through coloring the panels and imma show y'all everything today!

If you haven't seen the previous one go check it out first

SO, Polites lives. But now he has to cope with the consequences of their recklessness,,

⬇️⬇️⬇️ cut because yapping again

The wind bag gets opened, and they're faced with Poseidon seeking revenge,,

Odysseus' apology isn't accepted (who even apologizes like that??), but Poseidon doesn't get to strike him —

Polites steps in and asks for them to be spared.

The god almost laughs in his face because that's an utterly ridiculous attempt, but decides that there's no harm in amusing himself a bit. Yet, no matter what Poseidon thinks about the man and how much he despises his ideals,, Polites is very different from most mortals he met, with his unshakeable belief in a better world (that realization happens much later in the plot, at the moment he's just pissed off)

So, yeah. Poseidon gives them a challenge: if they find another way around the storm, continue their journey without harming or killing (as per Poli's ideology), and get home, he will spare everyone, even Odysseus. The one who's formally "responsible" for holding up their end of the deal is still Polites, and he gets a kind of seal/tattoo as proof that neither side will go against the terms (yay ✨️aesthetics ✨️)

Forgot to mention: the whole crew is alive — 600 men making their way to Ithaca!

Next stop would be Circe's island,,, guess who will become besties? Ehehwhe

Things I believe are important to mention:

Poseidon REALLY doesn't like Polites in this AU (well,, for now) and wants to see him fail, then drown the fleet and be done with it

His main motivation here wouldn't be to avenge Polyphemus, but to prove that Polites is wrong (same as with Odysseus, but more intense)

Get ready for tons of mockery in the next part ( ；∀；)

I headcanon (not just in this AU but in general) that Polites, Perimedes, and Elpenor are also very close friends!

Odysseus is oblivious about Poli's feelings towards him (dude is mole-blind when it comes to that), but Eurylochus knows

Umm, so that's it for now! See y'all next time, because telling things without throwing pictures in seems meh... However, that's up to you, too. I can continue as it is and draw the scenes you'd like to see and/or choose later :3 Just write how u think would be more okayish i guess??

Bonus thing: congrats on reading till the end lol. there is one inconsistency in the comic above. at the sketch stage I flipped 3 of these panels, and they don't match with the other ones (seen in the details) first one to guess (say the nr order, idc) gets to request ANYTHING epic‐related from me :D

#i feel the exams creeping up on me and trying to draw as much as possible now :((#may disappear in a week's time #but will try lurking here anyway #epic the musical fanart #epic the musical #odysseus #epic odysseus #epic polites #epic poseidon #polites #poseidon #kymanswered #posepoli #polites × poseidon #poseidon x polites #oa challenge au

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fr0stf4ll · 5 months ago

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A court of Shadows and Moonlight - Part 11

paring; Azriel x reader

summary; In the wake of looming war and changing traditions, a gifted healer returns to the Night Court after centuries of wandering the continents. Tasked with stepping into Madja’s legendary role, she must guide reluctant healers, soothe wounded warriors, and face the entrenched prejudice of Illyrian leaders. But as she mends torn wings and broken spirits, an unexpected bond awakens between her and the Night Court’s enigmatic Spymaster. With rivalries simmering and a dangerous threat looming on the horizon, she must reconcile duty and desire, learning that true healing can extend beyond flesh and bone—if she dares to embrace the light hidden among the shadows.

word count ; 6.7k

Trigger warning; mention of clipping, violence, blood

notes; Hey hey hey, back with this hmm hmm special chapter, surprisingly (or not hehe) I truly enjoyed writing thing one (I'm sorry y/n). Well I'm not going to spoil anything but I hope that you will enjoy that one. Also I had a question because I'm already writing the following chapters, would you rather have a long chapter or two different (with one posted one day and the other the day after) ? Well you guys tell me because i'm struggling a bit haha. See you soon, love you ! (I love soooooo much your comments btw <33333)

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The last day at the palace was filled with bittersweet goodbyes and heartfelt promises. Each healer expressed their gratitude, their voices tinged with emotion as they pledged to stay in touch and continue the work you had all started. Veras, the healer from the Winter Court, clasped your hand firmly, his icy-blue eyes glinting with determination. “Keep pushing forward, Y/N. You always manage to lead us to the right path.”

Even Rordan, the reserved healer from the Autumn Court, offered a rare smile. “We’ll hold up our end of the agreement. Stay safe.”

Amara pulled you into a quick hug, her hazel eyes soft with concern. “Don’t let the weight of it all crush you, Y/N. You’ve got this.”

Lila from the Spring Court, ever vibrant, waved energetically. “Don’t stay away so long this time, alright?”

Lastly, Telyan gave you a steady nod. “The Dawn Court is always open to you. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”

The warmth of their words stayed with you as you made your way back to your room to gather your belongings. The setting sun painted the city in hues of gold and orange, casting long shadows across the polished floors. As you finished packing, you paused by the window, drawn to the breathtaking view of Solterra one last time. The bustling city was beginning to quiet, the glow of its lights preparing to welcome the night.

A soft knock on the door startled you, and Azriel stepped inside, his presence commanding yet quiet. His gaze flickered to you and then to the window, where dark clouds were rolling over the distant horizon. “It looks like the Peregrins’ warning was accurate,” he murmured, his voice low. “The winds will be rough on the usual route.”

You nodded, your eyes lingering on the storm clouds. “It’s going to be a detour by the sea, then. Let’s hope it’s calmer there.”

Azriel joined you by the window, both of you staring at the ominous clouds in silence. The moment felt heavy, but not unpleasant. The bond hummed faintly in the background, but you pushed it aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.

“Ready to go?” Azriel finally asked.

“Almost,” you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Let’s head to the entrance.”

The two of you made your way through the palace’s grand corridors to the main entrance, where Thesan was waiting. His warm smile greeted you, and he stepped forward to clasp your hand. “Safe travels, Y/N. I trust you’ll keep us updated.”

“Of course,” you said with a smile. “Thank you for everything, Thesan.”

His gaze flickered to Azriel, and he extended his hand to him as well. “Safe travels to you too, Shadowsinger. And thank you for watching over her.”

Azriel nodded, his expression polite but distant. “It’s my duty.”

With that, the two of you stepped outside, the crisp evening air brushing against your skin. The city stretched out before you, the pale light of the moon casting an ethereal glow over its winding streets and gleaming spires. Azriel turned to you, his gaze steady. “Ready?”

You nodded, though the prospect of being carried by him again made your stomach flutter with nerves. “Ready.”

He scooped you up with practiced ease, his strong arms securing you against his chest. The bond hummed faintly, a quiet reminder of the connection neither of you spoke of. You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the sensation of the wind rushing past as Azriel launched into the sky.

The flight was calm despite the warnings, the gentle light of the moon illuminating the path ahead. The vast expanse of the sea shimmered to your left, its waves glinting silver under the celestial glow. Night had fully fallen by the time you broke the silence.

“It’s beautiful out here,” you said softly, your voice carried effortlessly over the wind.

“It is,” Azriel agreed, his tone contemplative. “More than I expected.”

The two of you flew in silence for a while longer, his steady heartbeat under your ear a soothing rhythm. The bond hummed again, but you pushed the feeling aside, unwilling to let it complicate this moment.

When Azriel adjusted his grip slightly, you glanced up at him, catching the faint flicker of a smile on his face as he gazed out over the sea. It was a rare sight, one that made your own lips curve upward despite the tension that had lingered between you.

For now, the world below and the open sky above were enough.

The flight had been calm, serene even, with the moonlight casting its ethereal glow over the endless expanse of the sea below. But just as you were about to comment on how peaceful it was, the first crack of thunder echoed through the sky. The world seemed to shift.

A storm rolled in with a ferocity that took your breath away. The wind howled, whipping rain against your skin in icy sheets, and the sea below churned violently, its waves reaching toward the heavens in jagged crests.

“Azriel...” you began, your voice unsteady as you glanced at him. “Is this—”

And then, everything stopped.

Azriel’s wings, which had been beating powerfully just moments before, froze mid-stroke. The storm itself paused—a thunderclap suspended in the sky, waves frozen mid-crash. Time itself seemed to hold its breath, the silence deafening.

Your heart hammered in your chest as a bone-deep chill swept over you. A presence, ancient and suffocating, made the air feel impossibly heavy. You glanced over Azriel’s shoulder, and your breath caught.

There, in the distance, was a figure—no, a cloud, a mass of shadows and darkness so pure it seemed to absorb all light around it. It wasn’t just death—it was the embodiment of it. The aura it emitted was a promise of annihilation, and your very soul seemed to recoil in its presence.

You wanted to scream, to shake Azriel, to do anything to break whatever spell had gripped the world. But before you could act, you saw something else—arrows. They were suspended in midair, dozens of them, all aimed directly at you and Azriel.

Panic set in. You reached out to Azriel, shaking him desperately. “Azriel! Wake up! Please!” But he remained still, unresponsive, his wings unmoving as though he were a statue.

Your powers surged within you, raw and untamed. You didn’t know how to control them fully, but you didn’t care. A flash of light erupted from your hands, desperate and unrefined, and suddenly, the world roared back to life.

The arrows hurtled toward you with deadly precision, slicing through the air. You barely had time to think. Your hand darted to Azriel’s side, pulling one of his swords free. The blade felt foreign in your hand, but you didn’t hesitate.

You swung with all your might, deflecting the first arrow with a desperate clang that vibrated through your entire arm. The second arrow grazed your shoulder, pain searing as blood blossomed against your skin. The third arrow you managed to divert just inches from Azriel’s wing.

Azriel’s body jolted as time resumed, and his wings beat frantically, his shadows exploding outward in a frenzy. His head whipped around to you, confusion and alarm etched across his face as he took in your disheveled state and the arrows that clattered into the sea below.

“What the—” Azriel began, his instincts kicking in as his shadows swirled defensively around both of you. “What’s happening?”

Azriel’s voice snapped into focus as you both realized the barrage wasn’t over. “Hold on!” he shouted, his wings beating frantically to dodge the incoming arrows. “We need to go down, now!”

You didn’t hesitate, gripping his shoulder to balance yourself as he angled sharply downward, the wind howling past you both. But the next volley of arrows was relentless. Two found their mark, piercing Azriel’s shoulder and causing him to let out a guttural growl of pain. One scraped across your cheek, leaving a sharp sting, before another embedded itself in your shoulder, the force nearly knocking you loose.

The shock of the impact made your body jerk, and you gasped, clutching at Azriel as he faltered in the air. “Y/N!” he called, his voice strained with both pain and desperation, but his hold slipped as your strength gave out.

You fell.

The rush of air around you was deafening, the world spinning wildly as you plummeted. Pain bloomed in your back as three arrows found their mark, their sharp points slicing through muscle and bone. You screamed as your body twisted uncontrollably in freefall. Above, Azriel’s shout of panic was drowned out by the roar of the storm, and you saw him struggling to stabilize himself. An arrow tore through one of his wings, the force sending him spiraling after you.

The sea rushed up to meet you, and the impact stole every ounce of air from your lungs. You plunged deep into the icy water, your body screaming in protest as the salt stung your wounds. The weight of the arrows and the force of the fall left you disoriented, the dark depths pulling at you as you struggled to make sense of up and down.

Forcing your limbs to move, you clawed your way toward the surface, your chest burning with the need for air. You broke through with a gasp, the storm still raging above. Waves crashed violently around you, and the rain made it almost impossible to see.

“Azriel!” you called, your voice hoarse and barely audible over the tempest. A moment later, he surfaced a few feet away, his wings dragging heavily in the water. His face was pale, his expression both pained and frantic as he swam toward you.

“You—are you—” His words were broken by gasps for air, his golden eyes scanning you with a mixture of fear and determination. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry about me,” you managed, your voice trembling but resolute. “I’ll survive.” You gestured weakly toward his shoulder and the ragged tear in his wing. “But you—”

“Fucking faebane arrows,” Azriel spat, his tone laced with frustration as he glanced at his injuries. His shadows flickered weakly around him, their usual strength noticeably absent. “They’ve nullified everything. I can’t... I can’t fly.”

Before either of you could say more, a monstrous wave rose behind you, its crest curling ominously as it towered over your heads. “Azriel!” you screamed, the sound ripping from your throat as the wave crashed down with brutal force.

The impact was like being slammed by stone. Water closed over you, spinning you in its unforgiving depths. When you finally surfaced again, coughing and gasping, you were farther from Azriel than before.

“Y/N!” His voice carried over the storm, laced with urgency. He was swimming toward you, his strokes powerful despite his injuries.

You fought to stay afloat, the pain in your back making every movement a struggle. “Azriel!” you called, your voice weak but determined as you tried to close the distance between you.

The storm showed no mercy, the waves tossing you both like rag dolls. When you finally managed to get close enough, you saw the fear etched into Azriel’s face. It mirrored your own.

“We’re not getting out of this,” he said, his voice low and grim as the sea surged between you. “Not like this.”

“We will,” you said, though your voice lacked conviction. “We have to.”

But the storm’s ferocity didn’t waver, and the reality of your situation settled like a weight in your chest. With no magic, no wings, and no sign of land in sight, the vast, chaotic ocean seemed determined to claim you both.

The relentless assault of smaller waves battered you both, sapping what little strength you had left. Your muscles burned, and every gasp for air felt heavier than the last. Azriel was barely keeping himself afloat, his wings dragging in the water like dead weights. And then, beyond the churning sea, you saw it: a massive wave rising like a wall of destruction, its shadow swallowing everything in its path.

Azriel followed your gaze, and you saw it in his eyes—the change. It wasn’t just fear of the wave’s size or its inevitability. It was something deeper, rawer. A realization, perhaps, that this might be the end. That you might both die here, together. Or maybe it was something more—a dawning understanding of what you were to him. His mate.

But there was no time to dwell. You reached out, grabbing his hand as tightly as you could, your fingers trembling with exhaustion and urgency. “Azriel,” you said, your voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. “Look at me.”

His gaze snapped to yours, the golden glow of his eyes filled with turmoil. You pulled him closer, your hand clutching his with desperate strength as you pressed your foreheads together.

“Trust me,” you whispered, your breath mingling with his. His shadows flickered weakly around you, their touch almost hesitant, as if they, too, feared what was coming. You closed your eyes and began to recite, the ancient words of power tumbling from your lips like a prayer. The language was old, older than you could comprehend, its cadence resonating with something primal, something greater than yourself.

Azriel’s hand came up to cradle the back of your head, his touch hesitant but grounding, his thumb brushing lightly against your hair. His wings twitched weakly in the water, but he stayed focused on you, on your voice.

You began to speak, the ancient words spilling from your lips like a song, like a plea. The language was unfamiliar even to you—something buried deep within, rising now in your moment of need.

The words trembled with power, the sound resonating in the air around you, vibrating through your very bones. Azriel held you tighter, his hand now spanning the small of your back, pulling you closer against him as though to shield you from what was coming.

Azriel tried to keep his focus on you, his hands gripping your arms for stability. But the thunderous sound of the approaching wave was deafening, and the force of its presence was palpable, pressing against the air itself. He could feel it nearing, every second stretching unbearably long. His instincts screamed at him to turn, to face the incoming force, but you held him steady, anchoring him with your voice and your touch.

“Don’t look away,” you murmured, your words a promise as your free hand rested against his cheek, grounding him further. The wave loomed over you both now, its height so monstrous it seemed to touch the heavens. Azriel’s eyes darted toward the towering wall of water, and you saw his grip on you tighten—not in fear of the wave, but in fear of losing you.

His shadows curling weakly around both of you in an almost protective embrace. The wave loomed, impossibly large, and for a moment, you thought you’d failed. You could feel Azriel tense, his wings attempting to fold around you both even in their weakened state.

But then, just as the wave began its descent, the power surged through you. The words reached their crescendo, and the light of the moon flared, not as a shield, but as a portal.

A flash—a blinding, all-encompassing glow—and the icy embrace of the storm disappeared. The roar of the wave faded, replaced by silence and stillness. You and Azriel were gone, ripped from the sea’s grasp, leaving only moonlight in your wake.

The town house was warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to the chill of the winter night outside. The scent of roasted meat and spices wafted through the air, mingling with the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth. The Inner Circle was gathered around the dining table, their laughter and conversation filling the space with a sense of home.

Cassian leaned back in his chair, a half-empty glass of wine in his hand, his brow furrowed as he glanced at Rhysand. “So, when are they coming back?” he asked, his tone casual but with a hint of curiosity. “It’s been days now.”

Rhysand, seated at the head of the table with Feyre beside him, swirled his wine thoughtfully before taking a sip. “They should be on their way back to Prythian by now,” he replied, though his tone wasn’t as confident as his words.

Mor, who was perched on the edge of her chair, arched a golden brow. “Should be? What do you mean, should be?”

Rhys sighed, setting his glass down and rubbing a hand over his face. “I haven’t been able to reach Azriel,” he admitted. “His mental shields are still up, and I can’t get a clear sense of where they are.”

Feyre frowned, her fork hovering over her plate. “That’s... unusual for him.”

“It is,” Rhys agreed, his violet eyes flicking to Cassian. “But Azriel is nothing if not careful. They’re likely taking their time or dealing with unforeseen delays. The journey from the Dawn Court isn’t exactly quick.”

Cassian snorted, folding his arms across his broad chest. “Unforeseen delays, huh? I’d bet my wings they’ve found some trouble along the way. Knowing Az, he’s probably brooding about something, and Y/N is too busy trying to keep him in check.”

Mor chuckled softly, though her eyes reflected a glimmer of concern. “I wouldn’t be surprised. That male has a talent for finding trouble—or letting it find him.”

Amren, who had been silent up until now, set her glass down with a deliberate clink. “Trouble or not, Y/N is more than capable of handling herself. From what I’ve seen, she’s sharper than most. If anything, I’d wager Azriel is the one who’ll be struggling to keep up.”

Cassian grinned, raising his glass in a mock toast. “Here’s to that. Poor Az, stuck with someone who doesn’t let him get away with his usual brooding nonsense.”

Feyre couldn’t help but smile at the banter, though her fingers brushed against Rhysand’s under the table in silent reassurance. “Still,” she said softly, “I hope they’re okay. It’s been a while since we’ve heard anything.”

Rhys nodded, his gaze distant for a moment before he refocused on the group. “They’re both strong. If anyone can handle the unexpected, it’s Azriel and Y/N.”

Mor leaned forward, her chin resting on her hand. “I just hope they’re not killing each other,” she quipped. “Or, you know, that Az hasn’t scared her off with his silent brooding routine.”

Cassian barked a laugh, shaking his head. “If anyone could out-brood Azriel, it’s probably Y/N.”

The table erupted in laughter, though the undercurrent of concern remained. As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Feyre caught Rhys’s eye, her own filled with a quiet question. Rhysand gave her a small, reassuring smile, though his thoughts lingered on Azriel and Y/N, his mind brushing against the night’s stars as he silently hoped for their safe return.

The lively warmth of the town house was shattered in an instant. Rhysand shot to his feet so abruptly that his chair clattered to the floor behind him. The easy conversation and laughter ceased as he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Everything on the table vanished—a soundless flash of magic clearing plates, glasses, and food from sight.

In the same moment, a deafening crash echoed through the room. From above, two figures fell, slamming into the now-empty table and shattering it into pieces.

Y/N landed first, sprawled atop Azriel, both of them drenched to the bone, seawater pooling around them. Their chests heaved as they struggled for breath, their bodies trembling. Y/N pushed herself off Azriel weakly, staggering to her feet before abruptly doubling over to vomit a mix of seawater and blood onto the floor.

Azriel remained on the ground, gasping but visibly more stable than her. His wings were tense but intact, though blood seeped from arrows embedded in his shoulders and arms. He coughed, spitting water onto the floor as he tried to sit up.

Cassian surged forward, his voice a low growl of concern. “What the hell happened?”

Y/N, barely steady on her feet, turned her head, her voice raw and hoarse as she rasped, “Madja... Call Madja.”

Feyre moved immediately, her face pale but focused. Before she could leave, Y/N weakly caught her hand, murmuring a list of plants she needed. “Feyre... There’s no time. From the garden—fetch what I need to start the healing.”

Feyre nodded without hesitation and bolted out of the room.

Y/N stumbled toward Azriel, her trembling hands faintly glowing with healing magic. But before she could reach him, her knees buckled. Cassian was there in an instant, catching her just before she hit the ground.

“Y/N, stop!” Cassian growled, his voice filled with panic. “You’re worse off than he is.”

“Doesn’t... matter,” she rasped, trying to push him off and weakly reaching toward Azriel. “He needs—”

Cassian held her firmly, his face a mask of alarm. “You’re bleeding everywhere. You’re going to pass out.”

“I’m fine,” she hissed, though her head lolled to the side, her strength draining rapidly.

Azriel, sitting up now, looked over at her with wide, alarmed eyes. “Y/N,” he croaked, his voice breaking. “Stop. Just—stop.”

Mor knelt beside Azriel, carefully inspecting the arrows in his shoulders and arm, while Rhysand stood frozen for a heartbeat, his expression betraying the fear he usually masked so well.

Madja burst into the room moments later, her sharp eyes scanning the chaos. The instant she saw Y/N, her expression hardened. “Mother above,” she murmured, rushing to her.

“Start with him,” Y/N wheezed, gesturing weakly toward Azriel. “I’ll—”

“You’ll do nothing,” Madja snapped, kneeling beside her. Her hands moved deftly over Y/N, assessing her condition with a precision that belied her worry. “You’re barely conscious. Don’t even think about giving me orders.”

Azriel, still struggling to his feet, waved Mor away weakly. “I’m fine,” he insisted, his voice strained but steady. His golden eyes locked onto Y/N, and despite the blood trickling down his arm, his focus was entirely on her. “Take care of her.”

Madja glared at him briefly. “Sit. Down,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Amid the chaos, Y/N’s defiant voice broke through. “Azriel... Is he—”

“I’m fine,” Azriel interrupted sharply, his voice firm. “You’re not.”

Madja growled under her breath, barking instructions to Rhysand to reinforce the room’s protective wards and to Feyre, who had just returned with an armful of plants. Cassian held Y/N steady as Madja worked to stabilize her, and Mor hovered close, ensuring that Azriel didn’t try to move too much.

The tension in the room was thick as they fought to manage the injuries and exhaustion. Every glance exchanged between the Inner Circle was filled with unspoken worry, their usual composure shaken.

“You both have a death wish,” Cassian muttered, though his grip on Y/N was firm and protective.

And as Madja’s magic flared to life, it became clear that survival was only the first step in a much longer battle.

Madja knelt beside you, her sharp gaze scanning the damage. Her hands hovered over the arrows lodged in your back, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Go see Azriel,” you rasped, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m fine.”

Madja’s head snapped up, her eyes blazing with irritation. “Shut up, Y/N. You’re losing too much blood, and if you weren’t in this state, I’d slap you for suggesting something so foolish.”

You coughed weakly, a humorless smile tugging at your lips. “Just... take the arrows out and put me under the stars. I’ll be fine.”

Madja’s eyes narrowed, her exasperation palpable. “If you die because of that nonsense, I swear I’ll bring you back just to kill you again.”

She began assessing the arrows embedded in your back, her movements precise but brisk. “Can I remove your top?” she asked, her voice softening slightly.

You nodded, the movement weak. “Go ahead.”

As Madja carefully eased the fabric away, the pain lanced through you, but it wasn’t what made you tense. The moment your back was fully exposed, you felt the atmosphere in the room shift. Even without seeing them, you knew Rhys, Feyre, and Cassian had seen the scars. The room seemed to hold its breath as their silence deepened.

Their reactions were palpable—Rhys’s grip on his magic tightened, the faint hum of power crackling in the air. Cassian let out a sharp exhale, his usual jovial demeanor replaced with something much darker. Feyre’s sharp intake of breath carried the weight of her empathy, her hand instinctively reaching for Rhys.

Madja worked quickly, her hands steady as she muttered incantations under her breath to stem the bleeding. You clenched your teeth, the pain threatening to pull you under, but you forced yourself to stay conscious just a moment longer.

“Tell them,” you murmured, your voice slurring slightly. “Tell them what happened.”

Madja’s gaze flickered to yours, her expression unreadable, but she nodded once, her attention returning to her task.

Azriel stood frozen nearby, his shadows writhing in agitation. His face was pale, his usually composed features betraying the turmoil within him. His golden eyes flicked between you and the others, but it was clear that his focus was on you.

When Madja pulled the last arrow free, your body shuddered, and the darkness pressing at the edges of your vision began to consume you.

Madja straightened, brushing a hand across her brow. “She needs to be somewhere she can rest and heal without interruption.”

After hesitating for only a moment Azriel told her “Let me take her to my room. It’s the closest”

"You will do no such thing Azriel let me take her” Cassian tried to stop him.

“No, please, no” with confusion the general let him do so.

His shadows curled around you protectively as he carefully lifted you into his arms. You barely stirred, your body limp against him, your breaths shallow but steady. The sight of you like this sent a pang through his chest, but he buried it, focusing on the task at hand.

As he carried you upstairs, his mind was a storm. The bond that had hummed quietly between you since Solterra now roared with clarity, overwhelming him. You were his mate—and he hadn’t seen it until now. And the sight of you, broken and bleeding, was almost more than he could bear.

When they reached his room, Madja followed close behind, already giving him instructions. “Lay her down gently, and I’ll finish tending to her wounds.”

Azriel placed you carefully on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. As Madja worked, he lingered nearby, his golden eyes never leaving your face. The scars on your back, the fresh wounds, the exhaustion etched into your features—it was all too much. His shadows coiled around his shoulders, mirroring the storm within him.

When Madja finished stabilizing you, she turned to Azriel, her expression softening for the first time. “She’ll need time to recover, but she’s strong. She’ll pull through.”

Azriel nodded, his throat tightening. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Madja patted his arm gently before gathering her supplies and leaving the room.

After coming back in the living room of the townhouse, Azriel sat at the edge of the chair, his elbows resting on his knees, wings drooping with exhaustion. His soaked clothing clung to his frame, and blood still oozed from the punctures left by the arrows, though Madja worked quickly to close the wounds.

Rhysand stood near the fireplace, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, the tension radiating off him palpable. “What happened?” he asked, his voice low but sharp.

Azriel’s jaw clenched as he considered his words. “You should ask her,” he finally said, his voice gruff. “Everything was fine. The storm came out of nowhere, but it wasn’t the weather that was the problem.”

Rhys’s violet eyes darkened, his power flickering faintly around him. “Then what was?”

Azriel exhaled sharply, frustration evident. “We were flying. The storm was manageable until...” His golden eyes lifted to Rhys. “Until the arrows came. Y/N moved out of position suddenly—I didn’t understand why at first—but then she was deviating arrows midair. One clipped me, and the next thing I knew, we were falling into the sea.”

Cassian, who had been silently listening, stepped closer. “Arrows?” he repeated, his voice heavy with concern. “You’re saying someone attacked you in the middle of a storm?”

Azriel nodded, his shadows curling tightly around his shoulders. “The attack wasn’t random. Whoever it was... they knew we’d be there.”

Rhys’s face grew even grimmer. “Koshiev.” The name hung in the air like a curse. He glanced at Azriel, his expression unreadable. “Even if you were caught in the crossfire, this attack wasn’t for you, Azriel. It was for her.”

Azriel’s gaze sharpened, and his hands curled into fists. “Why would Koshiev target her? She’s not a warrior. She’s—”

“She’s more than you realize,” Madja interjected, not lifting her eyes from her work. She sealed the wound in Azriel’s shoulder with precise movements, her tone calm but carrying an edge of urgency. “Do you have any idea the influence she has? The help she’s provided?”

Cassian frowned, glancing between them. “We know she’s a gifted healer, but why would that put her in Koshiev’s sights?”

Madja straightened, her hands pausing over her tools. She glanced at Rhys and then back to Azriel. “Over the last century, many of the continent’s most deadly diseases have been stopped in their tracks because of her. She’s discovered cures where others saw none, saved lives on scales most can’t even imagine. To a being like Koshiev, who thrives on death, fear, and chaos, she’s a threat. A formidable one.”

Azriel’s shoulders stiffened, his mind racing. “But that doesn’t explain—”

“It’s not just what she does,” Madja interrupted, her voice softer now. “It’s what she is.”

Rhys’s brows furrowed, his focus narrowing on Madja. “What do you mean? What is she?”

Madja hesitated, her gaze flickering toward the staircase where you rested. “It’s... complicated,” she said carefully. “But suffice it to say, she’s not an ordinary healer. Her connection to the stars, the moon, to the light—it’s something ancient, something powerful. Something that beings like Koshiev despise and fear.”

Azriel sat back, his gaze fixed on Madja as if searching for answers in her words. His mind reeled with the implications, his thoughts a storm of emotions—fear, frustration, and something else he couldn’t quite name.

Rhysand’s expression darkened further, his hands tightening into fists. “If Koshiev sees her as a threat, then we’ll need to protect her. More than we already have.”

“She’s not going to make it easy,” Madja said with a wry smile. “That woman has a will stronger than steel. But for now, she needs rest. And so do you,” she added, fixing Azriel with a pointed look.

Azriel didn’t respond immediately. His thoughts lingered on you, on the weight of what Madja had said, and on the realization that the attack tonight had been meant for you. He rose from the chair, his wings drooping slightly but his stance firm. “She’ll be safe,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a steely determination.

Cassian clapped him on the back, his grip firm. “Damn right she will.”

But even as the conversation shifted, Azriel couldn’t shake the unease that settled deep in his chest—the knowledge that Koshiev’s shadow loomed closer than ever.

Cassian leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed tightly as he stared at the empty space where you had been carried upstairs. His voice broke the silence, low and heavy. “The scars on her back... are they what I think they are?”

Azriel’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes darkening as he glanced away. He didn’t need to hear the answer; he already knew. His shadows curled tighter around his shoulders, betraying the tension he felt.

Madja sighed, her hands stilling over her tools as she met Cassian’s gaze directly. “Yes. She was clipped.”

The weight of her words hung in the air, palpable and suffocating. Rhysand straightened, his violet eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and confusion. “Clipped?” he repeated, his tone sharp. “How? When?”

Madja leaned back in her chair, her expression weary. “It’s a long story, but if you’re asking how it’s possible... it happened when she was young. Very young.” She hesitated, her gaze softening. “I first met Y/N when she was six, maybe seven years old. Her parents had just died in the aftermath of the war. She was left alone, one of the many orphans wandering Prythian at the time.”

Cassian frowned, his grip on his arms tightening. “She’s from Velaris right?”

Madja nodded. “Yes, but it wasn’t a kind childhood. She ended up in one of the only orphanages we had here. I... I wanted to adopt her, but I couldn’t.”

Rhysand’s gaze narrowed, his tone gentler now. “Why not?”

Madja exhaled slowly, her hands clasping tightly in her lap. “Because I could barely take care of myself. The war had taken everything from us—our peace, our sleep, our stability. I couldn’t bring a child into that chaos, no matter how much I wanted to. But I could teach her.”

Azriel’s eyes snapped back to her, the flicker of surprise evident despite his stoic expression.

“I taught her to heal,” Madja continued, her voice softer now, tinged with something almost maternal. “She was brilliant at it. Gifted, really. Even as a child, she had this... this innate understanding of life, of how to mend it. Time passed, and she grew stronger. Wiser. By the time she was seventy-two, she was already a better healer than many twice her age.”

Cassian ran a hand through his hair, his expression conflicted. “So what happened?”

Madja’s expression darkened, her voice lowering. “She went to Illyria.”

The tension in the room spiked immediately. Azriel’s fists clenched at his sides, and Cassian and Rhysand exchanged wary glances.

“She wanted to visit her parents’ tomb,” Madja said. “To pay her respects. But... it didn’t go as planned. I don’t need to describe the scene to you. You’ve seen what happens to half-Illyrians or even regular Illyrian females who return to those camps.” Her voice broke slightly, but she pressed on. “They clipped her. Left her for dead in the snow.”

Rhysand’s power surged faintly, the lamps flickering as he struggled to contain his fury. “They clipped a healer?” His voice was deadly quiet, his rage barely restrained. “And left her to die?”

Madja nodded, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of sorrow and pride. “She did die.”

Cassian’s breath hitched, and even Azriel stiffened. “What?” Cassian whispered, his voice hoarse. “But—”

“But she came back,” Madja interrupted, her voice steady now. “The Mother brought her back. And with that gift, she was given powers unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Powers tied to the stars, the moon and the sun themselves.”

Azriel’s shadows stilled, his mind racing as he processed the revelation. Rhysand’s jaw tightened, his fury still simmering beneath the surface. “Why didn’t you tell us this before?” he demanded.

Madja’s gaze hardened. “Because it wasn’t my story to tell. And it still isn’t. But perhaps now you’ll understand why Koshiev might see her as a threat. She’s not just a healer. She’s a force of life itself, blessed by the mother and that terrifies beings like him.”

Silence fell over the room, the weight of Madja’s words sinking into each of them. Cassian broke it first, his voice quieter now. “And she’s carried all of this... alone?”

Madja’s eyes softened. “Not entirely alone. But yes, for the most part.”

Azriel sat back in his chair, his mind a whirlwind of emotions—anger at the injustice you had suffered, awe at the strength it must have taken to survive, and something deeper, something he wasn’t ready to confront.

Rhysand finally spoke, his voice resolute. “Then we protect her. Whatever it takes.”

Madja nodded, her expression resolute. “She’s not one to ask for help. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t need it.”

Azriel’s shadows curled around him protectively, his voice low but firm. “She’ll have it.”

The office was bathed in the dim glow of Velaris’s nightlights, the rhythmic scratch of Rhysand’s pen the only sound as he finished his missive to Thesan. Azriel sat in a chair across from him, his posture rigid but his mind clearly elsewhere. He had bathed and changed into clean clothes in a spare room at the townhouse, but the physical comfort did little to soothe the storm raging within him. His thoughts spun, caught between the weight of your injuries, the attack, and the seismic realization that you were his mate.

His mate.

The words felt heavy and unfamiliar, both a revelation and a burden. You. The healer who had worked tirelessly by his side. The one who had challenged him, comforted him, and stood unwavering even in the face of Koshiev’s deadly arrows.

Rhysand’s voice cut through the silence, quiet but heavy with guilt. “Azriel.”

Azriel lifted his gaze, his expression impassive. Rhys set his pen down, turning his full attention to his brother.

“I was wrong,” Rhysand admitted, his tone raw. “What I said to you before... it was cruel, thoughtless. You’re my brother, and you’ve stood by me through everything. You didn’t deserve that.”

Azriel inclined his head, acknowledging the apology but saying nothing. Rhysand studied him, his regret clear in his eyes. “I know words don’t undo the damage. And I’ll spend as long as it takes to mend what I’ve broken.”

“It’s fine,” Azriel said softly, though his voice lacked conviction. He gave a brief nod, more out of obligation than genuine acceptance. Both of them knew that wounds like these took time to heal, if they ever fully could.

A silence settled between them again, heavier this time. Finally, Azriel broke it, his voice quiet but firm. “She’s my mate.”

Rhysand froze for a beat, then slowly leaned back in his chair. A small, knowing smile tugged at his lips, though it was far from mocking. “I know.”

Azriel frowned, his shadows curling tighter around him. “You knew?” he asked, disbelief lacing his tone.

Rhysand’s smile softened. “It wasn’t hard to see, Az. The way she looks at you... it’s the same way I used to look at Feyre when she had no idea we were bonded. Y/N did an incredible job masking it, I’ll give her that. But I’ve been in her shoes. I know what it looks like.”

Azriel’s frown deepened, his mind racing. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Rhysand’s gaze turned serious, his voice calm but pointed. “Would it have mattered? Look at how you’ve been with Elain. Do you think Y/N would have told you when she saw you pining for someone else?”

Azriel’s heart clenched, the memory of all those moments with you suddenly taking on a new, painful clarity. Rhysand continued, his tone gentler now. “Why do you think it took me so long with Feyre? I wouldn’t have told her while she was still talking to me about how in love she thought she was with Tamlin. It would have been cruel.”

And then the full weight of it hit Azriel. He had asked you, his mate, for advice about Elain—another woman. You had listened, offered him wisdom, and concealed the pain of your bond so flawlessly that he had never suspected a thing.

A knot of guilt and self-loathing twisted in his chest. He had done a terrible thing.

Azriel leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his head dropping into his hands. His shadows swirled restlessly around him, mirroring the turmoil within. Rhysand watched him silently for a moment before speaking.

“You didn’t know,” Rhys said softly. “And she never wanted you to feel obligated. But you know now, Az. What you do with that knowledge... that’s up to you.”

Azriel lifted his head, his golden eyes filled with conflict. “I don’t deserve her,” he said quietly, more to himself than to Rhysand.

Rhysand’s gaze softened. “You might not feel like it now. But that’s not for you to decide, is it? It’s hers. Just... don’t wait too long to figure it out. Bonds don’t wait forever.”

Azriel nodded faintly, though the weight of the conversation pressed down on him. The image of you—wounded, determined, and selfless—lingered in his mind, a reminder of the strength and grace you had shown even when it must have cost you everything.

And now, he realized, it was his turn to figure out what came next.

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