#He's been hurt so much and he's furious and bitter about it.

[sepiamestus]

It always rubs me the wrong way when people characterize atsushi as too much of a sweetheart. Like he IS a sweetheart but he's also snarky and sarcastic and most importantly he's very very angry. Do not forget this.

[0cta9on]

Unlikely Duet - 1

length: 3k+ words

Genre: Fluff

NewJeans Minji x Male OC

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“Yuno Lin! Detention! NOW!”

The sight of Principal Geier’s screaming face was nothing new to me. The bright shade of red on his furious expression combined with his shiny bald head made him look like a ripe tomato. I’d chuckle at the thought if my chest didn’t hurt every time I so much as breathe.

A crowd of students and teachers had huddled around Bryce Merten’s unconscious body. The football player’s face was all bloodied and bruised, but he was breathing, for better or for worse. I grabbed my bag I had tossed on the ground and trudged my way back into the main building of the school. 

It was the end of the school day, so some students were still hovering around their lockers, getting their stuff or talking to their friends. The echoes of my footsteps reverberated throughout the hallway, alerting others of my presence. The look of fear and confusion as they see my face full of cuts and bruises is also nothing new to me. I pay them no mind as I walk the familiar route to the detention room.

I pushed open the door, its creak announcing my entrance. Instead of the usual stern expression of Ms. Rusnak’s wrinkly face, I am suddenly face to face with Minji Kim, the golden girl of Evergreen High School. She’s the student council president and ranked #1 in the entire school, basically the poster child of perfection.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Her voice, laced with an unexpected sincerity, caught me off guard. She stood up from her desk and walked towards me, her face full of concern. I shrugged, ready for the usual judgment or disdain, and walked past her, taking a seat in the front row of desks. She sat back down at the teacher’s desk where she had been working on a pile of paperwork before my arrival and glanced at me with a worried expression, tracing my wounds with her eyes.

“What happened to you?” she asks. 

I hesitated for a moment, not used to the genuine concern in her voice. Reluctantly, I recounted the events that led to the fight, how Bryce had been tormenting a freshman for weeks, and how it ended up with him face down on the concrete.

Minji listened, her expression shifting from stern to contemplative. When I finished, she sighed, her shoulders slumping.

“Look, I get it. You just wanted to help, but you can’t be doing it like this. You could get expelled. You should have spoken to a teacher about it,” she suggested, her voice gentle yet firm.

I scoffed, bitterness seeping into my tone. “You think they would have done anything? They knew about it the entire time, but that fucker is on the football team, so they turned a blind eye to the whole thing.” I let out a deep breath, glaring at her. “He needed a good punch to the jaw. I just happened to be the one doing it.”

Minji frowned, her eyes searching mine. “I know it’s frustrating, but taking matters into your own hands isn’t the solution. You could get expelled for this, and then what? You won’t be able to help anyone.”

I avoid meeting her eyes, my gaze fixed on the scuffed surface of the desk. “I had to do it,” I muttered. “No one else would.”

She sighed, realizing the impasse between us. “Just… be careful. I’m sure your friends wouldn’t want to see you hurt,” she remarked as she turned back to continue her paperwork with a sigh.

Her words stuck in my head as I continued to stare at the desk. She was right. Of course she was right. If the teachers actually did their job and reprimanded the bullies the first time, then I would have never had to fight. Hell, I never enjoyed fighting in the first place. But I had to do it. Someone had to knock some sense into these sons of bitches and that responsibility was unfortunately bestowed upon me for whatever reason. And… Did she say “friends”? What friends? Everyone was too afraid to even look at me. Surely she knew that… right?

The minutes ticked along, our conversation lingering in the air. Eventually, a bell sounded on the PA system, signaling the end of detention. Without a word, I gather my bag and start to leave, but something stops me. I glance out the window and notice the darkness settling over the school grounds. It would be easy for me to just leave and move on with my life, but a voice inside at the back of my head was urging me to do the right thing. Despite my better judgment, I turned back around.

“I’ll walk you home,” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I have the time to process them.

She looked up at me, a look of surprise in her eyes. “O-oh, you don’t have t-”

“It’s dark outside,” I interrupted, my tone leaving no room for argument. “It’ll be too dangerous if you walk home alone.”

Minji offered a small smile, appreciating the sentiment. “Thank you for the offer, but I can manage. I don’t live that far anyways.”

“Let me walk you home then,” I insisted, my voice surprisingly unwavering. “If you don’t live far, then I’ll be out of your hair in no time. Just let me make sure you get home okay.”

She studied me for a moment, uncertainty flickering on her face. Finally, she relented with a small nod. “Fine. But just this once.”

I merely grunted in response as I held the door open for her. We walk through the dimly lit hallways and exit the main building into the cold, gray night. A heavy silence hung between us as we left the campus, greeted only by the faint glow from a couple street lights casting long shadows on the pavement.

We walked side by side, the echoes of our footsteps reverberating through the empty streets. Minji seemed lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. I maintained a distance from her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable as we approached the street that led to her house.

As we near her house, the first droplets of rain pattered onto the pavement, foreshadowing the impending downpour. 

Minji glanced up and snapped out of her trance, her expression shifting from contemplation to annoyance. “That’s just great. We’re gonna get soaked.” Without exchanging words, we quickened our pace, hoping to reach her house as soon as possible. 

Our slight jog turned into a sprint as the rain intensified. The glow of her porch lights beckoned to us like a lighthouse guiding us toward its welcoming shine. Reaching the shelter of her porch, we stood there and watched the rain get heavier and heavier, transforming the world around us into a blurry, mesmerizing dance of droplets.

Deciding it was time to leave, I shifted my weight, preparing myself to step back into the heavy downpour. But before I could move, I felt Minji’s hand gently touch my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

“Wait,” she said, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain hitting her roof. “Stay here.”

I glanced at her, my eyes wide in confusion. “What?”

Her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as she shakes her head. “I-I mean until the rain lets up.”

“I'll be fine. It’s just a little rain,” I say. As if on cue, the sound of thunder booms in the distance.

Before I could protest anymore, Minji opened her front door and gestured for me to come inside. “You’ll catch a cold if you go out like this. And it’s the least I can do to repay you for walking me home.” 

I glance back at the unrelenting rain one last time and sigh. “Okay. I’ll leave once the rain lets up.”

Minji smiled at me, leading the way inside. The warmth of her home enveloped me, a welcome contrast to the cold rain outside. I stood awkwardly near the entrance, the sound of the rain becoming mere background noise as Minji shuts the door behind us.

“Wait here, let me get you something dry to wear,” Minji says as she kicks off her shoes and disappears up the stairs. Curiously, I peer into her living room while I wait for her, being careful not to drip any water onto the carpet. A comfy-looking brown coach faces a large flat-screen TV, one that I’ve only seen in the electronics aisle at Walmart. Various pictures line the shelves around the TV, including family photos, a wedding photo of what could be her parents, and a graduation photo of an older boy I haven’t seen before.

The sound of Minji’s footsteps breaks me out of my thoughts. She appears in front of me with a blue sweater and black sweatpants neatly folded in her hands. “Here. It’s my older brother’s. He’s away for college right now, so I’m sure he won’t mind if you borrow them.” She hands them to me, a small smile on her face.

I took them from her, scanning her outfit. She had changed into a simple graphic T-shirt and black cotton shirts, a far cry from the usual school uniform that I see her wearing. Then, a sudden realization hit me - by some odd twist of fate, I was standing inside Minji Kim’s house. The atmosphere shifted and I brought my guard up in this unfamiliar setting.

“Thanks, Minji,” I muttered, unsure of what else to say.

“No problem, uhh…” Minji’s voice faltered as she suddenly brought her hands up to her face, the light pink hues of blush peeking through the cracks of her fingers. “Oh my god… I never asked for your name…”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the oversight. “Yuno. Yuno Lin.”

She uncovered her face as her embarrassment transformed into a sheepish smile. “Right, Yuno. I’m so sorry, it’s been a long with the rain and all this work I had to do.” She walked past me, into the living room area, avoiding my gaze. “There’s a bathroom right around this corner that you can change in. I’ll make us some tea in the meantime,” she said with an apologetic look on her face. I simply nod and kick off my shoes before following her deeper into her house.

I enter the bathroom while she disappears into the kitchen, presumably to make the tea. I strip off my uniform shirt, completely drenched from the rain, and examine my upper body in the mirror. A fist-sized blob of bluish-purple and red adorned my chest like a shitty tattoo, alongside another bruise on my arm and a couple more cuts on my cheek and lips. I shrugged. Not the worst thing that’s happened to me.

I quickly remove the rest of my wet clothes and change into the clothes Minji gave me, leaving my soaked school uniform in a messy pile on the bathroom counter. The warm fabric felt foreign, but welcoming. As I stepped out of the bathroom, the comforting scent of black tea hit my nose, leading me to the kitchen where Minji was steeping two cups of the stuff.

She turns to me, a warm smile on her face. “The tea is almost ready.” I watch as she reaches into a drawer and pulls out a first aid kit.  “Let me help you with the cuts.”

I shake my head, “I’m fine.”

Minji frowns at me and gently pushes me back into a chair. Before I can protest, she’s already cleaning the cuts on my face with antiseptic, her touch surprisingly gentle. I feel an odd sensation in my chest as I steal a glance at her, her face almost uncomfortably close to mine as she focuses on her task. 

“There,” she says, finishing up with a small bandage on my cheek. “You’re good to go.”

I grunt in response, still feeling a little flustered. Minji hands me a cup of warm tea, our fingers brushing briefly. I take a sip, the warmth of the liquid heating me up from the inside.

“Thanks,” I muttered, avoiding her gaze as I stared down at the contents of the mug in my hands. 

Minji, seemingly oblivious to the hint of awkwardness that I feel, takes a seat on the kitchen counter across from me. “No problem. It’s the least I can do.”

I take another sip of tea, unsure of how to navigate this foreign scenario. I try to rack my brain, searching for something to say, but nothing comes out. Thankfully, Ms. student council president manages to save the day.

“Soo…” she starts, her eyes peering into her cup. “What do you usually do when you’re not getting into fights?”

I glanced up at her, surprised by the sudden question. “Um… I don’t know. Nap, I guess.”

Minji giggles softly, trying to lighten the mood. “Really? That’s quite… unique.” She flashes a bright smile at me.

I shrug, feeling a little embarrassed by her reaction. “What about you?” I ask after a pause. 

Minji chuckled, a smile lingering on her face. “Well, when I’m not studying or dealing with student council stuff, I like to sing.”

I look up at her, genuinely curious. “Really? I would’ve never guessed that.”

“Yeah, I haven’t really told anyone this aside from a few close friends. Sometimes I would tell my parents that I’m studying at the library, but in reality, I’m at the karaoke place with them.” She giggles to herself before her expression suddenly darkens and her gaze drops to the floor. Minji lets out a sigh before saying, “My parents would never approve. They want me to go to a good college and probably become a doctor or something.”

The room fell into a thoughtful silence, aside from the thunder and rain that continued to pour outside. I saw a side of Minji that was kept hidden behind the cheerful facade she usually wore. Despite the two of us being strangers before today, I couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards her. I racked my mind, thinking of something to say that could offer her comfort.

“I-I’m sorry,” is all I managed to stutter out. I mentally facepalmed myself for not being able to help her more.

Minji looked up, her eyes meeting mine, and for a brief moment, I could see a deep sadness within them. She managed a small smile before looking back down at her mug. “It’s okay, Yuno. It’s just a silly hobby anyways.”

She steps off of the kitchen counter and downs the remainder of her tea before placing her mug in the sink. I watch as she peers over at the clock hanging on the wall, the arms pointing to 9:00. “It’s getting late, but…” Her gaze turns to the window above the sink, a sigh escaping her lips. “The rain isn’t letting up.”

I stand up from my chair, mentally preparing myself for the treacherous walk home. “It’s okay Minji, I ca-”

“You can spend the night here.”

My eyes grow wide in shock, staring at the back of her head as she continues to face the window. “H-huh?”

A million thoughts run through my head as her unexpected offer hangs through the air. Spending the night? At Minji’s place? It felt like I had suddenly woke up in an alternate reality and didn’t notice until now. 

Minji slowly turned to look at me, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush as she met my bewildered gaze with a sheepish smile. “Yeah… Look, it’s pouring outside and you could get sick. My parents are both gone for a business trip, so they won’t be back until this weekend.”

I hesitated, completely baffled at the situation I was faced with. No words come out as I continue to stare at Minji in shock. “I-I uhh… w-what?”

Minji briskly walks past me without another thought. “You can crash on the couch. I’ll get you some blankets.” 

I suddenly find myself alone in Minji’s kitchen. Me. In Minji’s house. Alone. With Minji. I don’t know how long I stood there in silence. I was like a deer caught in headlights, completely still despite the feeling of impending doom heading my way. My mind was running at a thousand miles a minute.

“Yuno!”

My head snaps towards the source of the sound. Minji’s head pokes out behind the wall leading to the living room. “Are you okay?”

I scratch my head, feeling a bit awkward. “Y-yeah, I’m good.” I come to my senses and walk towards the living room, where Minji placed a couple of pillows and two neatly folded blankets on the couch.

“Make yourself comfortable. Oh, I went ahead and put your uniform in the wash. It should be all nice and dry in the morning.” She says, flashing me a reassuring smile. I notice a twinge of anxiety deep within her eyes.

“T-thanks,” I reply sheepishly.

“If you need me, I’ll be upstairs in my room. Just knock.” Minji begins to walk away but stops at the foot of the stairs. “Um… Good night, Yuno.” She gives me a small smile before disappearing up the stairs.

I plop myself onto the couch and stare at the ceiling, unsure of what to make of this day. I replay the events in my head - The monotonous school day, followed by me kicking Bryce Merten’s ass. Meeting Minji in the detention room. The rain. And now I’m in Minji Kim’s house, drinking Minji Kim’s tea, and sitting on Minji Kim’s couch. What the fuck.

I lay down on the couch, the exhaustion of everything catching up to me. The plush cushions carry me gently, enveloping my body in comfort. My eyelids begin to get heavier and heavier until my vision eventually goes black. 

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Minji’s POV

“Hanni!! What should I do?!” I whisper-screamed into the phone.

“Girl, you’re gonna have to explain all that again, I could barely understand you,” I hear my friend reply in a snarky tone.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves before I relay the events again. “Okay, so I was just doing paperwork in the detention room because Ms. Rusnak was out and all of a sudden this guy named Yuno walks in with his face all bloody because he got into a fight somehow, and then I was gonna leave after detention ended, but he offered to walk me home, which was nice I guess, but then it started raining so I invited him to wait inside until the rain calmed down because I didn’t want him to get sick, but for some reason, the rain NEVER calmed down, so now he’s sleeping on my couch.” I stop to catch my breath at the end of my rambling, waiting for Hanni’s response.

“Wait, Yuno? As in Yuno Lin? The guy who knocked out Bryce Mertens?” she asked.

“Y-yeah… I think so.” I hesitantly admitted.

“I mean, I didn’t know you were into bad boys, but whatever floats your boat,” Hanni teases.

I groan in annoyance. “Hanni now is not the time for jokes! My parents will kill me if they find out I have a boy staying over!!”

I hear Hanni chuckle at her own joke. “Relax, Minj. Your parents won’t be back for three more days, you’ll be fine.”

I collapse face first into my bed, feeling defeated. “I guess so…” My muffled voice says into the mattress. I let out a long sigh, turning onto my back and staring at the ceiling.

“Sooo, what’s he like?” Hanni asks. “I always see him alone all the time, so I assumed he was just some creepy weirdo or something.”

I pause, contemplating my answer. “He’s… different from what I thought he would be. He’s not a creepy weirdo at all. He’s quiet and a little awkward, but he means well and seems nice enough.”

Hanni’s curiosity peaks. “Oooh, mysterious bad boy with a soft heart sleeping with the student council president. Sounds like a plot to a K-drama.”

I quickly sit up, my cheeks burning red with embarrassment. “Hanni!! It’s not like that at all!!” Hanni’s laugh can be heard from the speaker of my phone. I hang up and collapse back on the bed, too tired to deal with her for tonight. I let out a sigh and tightly shut my eyes, hoping that I’d wake up and find out all of this was just some weird dream.

[konigsblog]

Ghost having an obsession with Soaps girl. He feels ashamed of himself, Soap is the closest thing he has to a friend, he shouldn’t be thirsting over his best mates girlfriend!!

But he can’t help it, getting hard at the sight of her tits bouncing during training, excusing himself to the bathroom to get rid of his painfully hard cock.. fucking into his fist like a teenager while biting his hand to stifle his groans…how embarrassing😵‍💫

Tying Johnny to a chair so he’s forced to watch how Simon fucks you, treating you like some cheap whore while you’re crying, unable to form a coherent sentence...taunting poor Soap, who’s unable to jack himself off while Simon tells him how pathetic he is, how much better Simon can make you feel🫠

Just imagine how cocky he’d get when you squirt around his big cock, “You’ve never had her gush around you like this, eh?”

johnny's all tied up and bound, gritting his teeth as he watches simom pleasure you. he's jealous, furious that simon's making your legs weak and your clit sensitive, treating you like a cheap whore, slamming into you and chucking when you squirt easily. it makes simom think that he's better than john, that he can pleasure you even better than he can :((( “who's got a bigger cock, eh? y'like that don't you? look at her, johnny.. your girl's squirtin' all over my cock, mm'..– bet you're desperate for her, to jerk off to this.”

simon's cock is larger; thick and lengthy, veins running against your walls, his thumb rubbing soothing circles as he teases you for being needy and desperate. he doesn't stop for a minute, even after he's made the both of you cum, forcing johnny to remain jealous and upset about his girl being fucked by another man!!!! “simon, simo–!” you squeel, squeezing around him and spamming down on his size, feeling as simon moves and forces you infront of your boyfriend. “go on, doll, look at him, tell him how good i'm making you feel.”

you feel so bad, but you're desperate for another orgasm, panting and looking at john in the eyes, feeling the knot in your stomach as he thrusts deep and hard inside you. sputtering out his good he's making you feel, his pace increasing with each syllable flowing from your mouth. he knocks hard into you, grunting with each sloppy thrust, slick pussy dripping down your thighs. your wrists hurt as he'd been holding onto them the entire time, making you fall to the floor between johnny's legs, john still struggling to break himself free. “joh..john.. i'm– fuck–.. sor.. sorry..” you manage through gasps, burying your face in simon's crotch, sucking his lengthy cock while the two men make eye contact.

simon laughs lowly, shaking his head before looks down at you; wet, desperate, need, full of cum. the tip slamming against the back of your throat, definitely bruising it. your gags fill john's ears, it makes him hard at the idea - his meaty cock begging to be freed from his boxers and jeans.

you're left whining at johnny, no aftercare and sore as simon grabs his jacket, fixes his fly and leaves without another word. untying johnny as he reassures you that it's alright, as long as he can eat simon's cum from your pussy. you're suprised at his standards, feeling as he buries his face between your thighs, sucking and licking at your hole, tasting simon's gross, bitter and metallic seed from your pussy :(

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Inner Circle Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🌹 — lady l: here it is, I hope you guys like these Inner Circle headcanons! I haven't proofread it yet and it may contain errors and forgive me for that! Good reading, darlings! ❤️🖤

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of injuries, implied torture, implied death, and unhealthy platonic relationships.

❝🌹pairing: yandere platonic!inner circle x gender neutral!reader.

The way you came into the arms of the Inner Circle is complicated, to say the least. It was Cassian and Azriel who found you bruised and lost in the Spring Court woods. You were weak and had clearly been attacked by someone or something and the illyrians didn't know what to do with you at first. They couldn't leave you there, it was pretty clear that you would end up being killed given the critical state you were in. So they decided to take you to Velaris. They could deal with the High Lord and High Lady after they made sure you were okay. They didn't understand why but the thought of you succumbing to your injuries made them bitter.

You were treated by the High Lord's favorite healer and you were out of danger, leaving the males relieved, but now they had to deal with Rhysand and Feyre. The rulers didn't seem upset but rather curious about what motivated the illyrian males to bring you to Velaris and how concerned they were about you. Though they could show kindness and mercy, the peculiar way in which they acted around him baffled him. They didn't even know your name, but they were determined to save you.

When you finally regained consciousness, you found yourself surrounded by the males who saved you, although you were half unconscious when they found you, you recognized and thanked them. Although you still felt pain, you didn't want to stay in an unfamiliar place any longer and wanted to go back to your home. Wherever it was. Needless to say, they didn't take it very well. They didn't seem willing to let you out of that bed, that much you noticed, but not that they didn't seem to want to let you out of the Night Court. And soon you found out it wasn't just them.

Rhysand tries to be the voice of reason and tries to be sympathetic to your situation and talks to Azriel and Cassian about you, but soon he is considered a hypocrite when he finds himself attached to you and does not intend to let you go. There was something about you, something that made you so special in Rhys's eyes and he didn't intend to let something so precious go. Rhysand enjoys listening to you talk, he's a good listener, and would love to take you flying with him if you wanted.

Feyre was one of the most excited to have you with them, along with Azriel and Cassian, it didn't take long for her to convince her mate to accept you into the Inner Circle. She is so kind to you and loving, almost like a mother would. Feyre learned to love you once she heard your ''story'' told by the males and she decided she couldn't let you go. What if you were attacked again? She couldn't have that and she wouldn't. She loves to paint you and she will love to teach you how to do it if you want to learn.

Morrigan was wary at first but soon warmed to you like the others and truly loved you. She was furious when she learned that you were attacked and wanted to find the culprits to make them pay for daring to hurt you. A passionate delusional, Mor doesn't seem to understand how wrong it all was, her family's obsession with you and she didn't care.

Cassian warmed to you the moment he found you semi-conscious in the woods, and just like Mor, he wanted to make whoever hurt you feel bad. The general refused to leave your side until you got better and was ready to fight Feyre and Rhys if they didn't allow him into Velaris, thankfully that was avoided. Cassian is playful and wants to teach you how to stand up for yourself, he loves to tease and flirt with you, but will get annoyed if someone else does the same. Only he is allowed to tease you.

Azriel took a little longer to warm up to you, although he felt bitter when he met you, he was still suspicious. He's not the Spymaster for no reason, he needed to make sure you weren't a threat, but even so, Azriel didn't like the idea of leaving your side, but you would be in good hands until he checked everything and that led him to find out who hurt you. He's quieter and the least demanding of your attention, but Az wants you to choose him for things, be it training, or being in the Shadowsinger's silent company. He has really come to love you.

Amren was the last to warm up to you. At first, she was curious and suspicious of everything, the strange affection others had for you, but as he spent more time with her, she could finally understand and Amren began to open up to you. You became good friends, much to everyone's amazement, and the First Mate found herself craving her company more often, particularly when you brought her blood.

Family is what they are and what they will always be. They all warmed to you in their own way and you became theirs when you accepted to become part of the Inner Circle, even if you didn't know you were theirs before all this happened. When Azriel found out who had hurt you, they all went after those responsible and made them suffer in return for what they did to you. No one could hurt you and get away with it, they would make sure of that.

Everyone is kind and protective of you, but if you try to run away from them, they won't be so kind anymore. Rhysand and Feyre would order you to be hunted down and brought back home and when you were brought back, screaming, they would make you regret leaving. They love you, but you dared to disobey them and soon you will learn what it means to revolt against the Night Court. But don't worry, they won't hurt you too much. And when it was all over, you would find yourself covered in affects that would break your mind more than the worst tortures.

And if you still fight their love, Rhysand and Feyre will have to use their daemati gifts. They don't want to have to break your mind for you to accept them, but they will if everything becomes too much to handle and others would be inclined to accept you being manipulated, broken. But once it's all over, when all the pain is gone, you'll be more loved and more cared for. Cassian and Azriel would take you flying and sightseeing, Mor would take you drinking and shopping, Amren would shower you with jewels, Rhys would be so protective and loving and Feyre would be so affectionate and would spend hours painting you. They would all act as if nothing had happened and anyone who threatens to shatter that illusion will bitterly regret it.

[another-lost-mc]

Thinking about it, in a world with an otaku!MC the brothers are kind of obligated to be nicer to Levi bc any insults towards him would be dragging MC down with him..

A/N: Oooooh. I wrote Player Two which is the brothers basically treating Levi and MC the same (as geeky weirdos) but MC doesn't really care because Levi's the best friend they've always wanted. Thinking about the reverse of that situation is interesting in its own way too.

LEVIATHAN x gn!Reader, 0.6k words, SFW.

Content warnings: some cursing and jealousy.

It started with a pack of candy. Beel picked it up at one of the Devildom shops known for importing human world sweets. You've talked about the brand and he thought he'd surprise you. He would've given it to you in private, but Levi was glued to your hip more often than not these days. He found both of you in your bedroom playing Super Smash Devils.

"Oh...you meant this was for both of us, right?" you asked, glancing between the pack of candy and Levi guiltily.

Beel fumbled through a lie to cover up his mistake and rushed from the room. He makes a note for next time so he remembers to buy three boxes instead of two (one for you, one for Levi, and one for himself).

After he left, you took a piece for yourself and handed Levi the box. You hummed happily around the coated end of your stick candy while you turned back to the screen to select your character for the new match.

Maybe you bought Beel's flimsy excuse earlier, but Levi didn't. Things have been strange with his family lately, but you seem ignorant about the changing family dynamics going on around you.

The other siblings don't tease Levi anymore when he talks about a game he bought or some random gacha toy he managed to get, because you're excited about it too. They don't want to hurt your feelings, so they try to keep their opinions to themselves.

Some of them, like Beel or Mammon, make an effort to surprise you with little gifts: capsules from a gacha machine in downtown Devildom, overpriced knock-off plushies of anime characters at the ghost carnival passing through. Satan surprises you with manga off your Akuzon wish list, and Asmo paints your nails while you watch anime together in your room.

From Levi's perspective, their sudden change of heart about his dorky hobbies is a double-edged sword.

He's happy that they're accepting of you now. When you first arrived, they initially treated you like a weird outcast—the way they used to treat him. You're not as introverted as he is, and they're making an effort to include you both in activities you might actually enjoy.

But on the other hand, part of him wishes they would just fuck off. You're perfect. He knows you've charmed them as much as you've charmed him, but he was your friend first. He thought he was going to be able to keep you all to himself. He knew from the first time you stepped into his room that you were the real-life Henry he's always wanted. He's the one that should be buying you gifts so he can hoard your praise for himself. You should be spending time in his room, or inviting him to yours, if you want to watch anime.

Why are you even giving them a chance? They don't deserve it. They were too stupid to realize how special you were. Don't you realize they're only tolerating the things you love so they can be close to you?

He tries to hide his growing jealousy, but it gets harder as time passes and his brothers keep finding new ways to insert themselves into your hobbies.

You notice Levi's foul mood sometimes when he can't contain the bitterness that laces his voice or the irritation in his glances. He gives you an excuse so you don't worry about him; he doesn't want to taint you with the bitter venom coursing through his veins.

You're finally happy living in the Devildom now that his family seems more accepting of you—of both of you.

He's furious that their acceptance means having to share you with anyone else.

[gabessquishytum]

Hob and Dream were childhood sweethearts. Dream was a prince and hob was just a lower noble but he lived by Dream’s summer palace, so the two of them spent their summers playing games and making up stories.

Dream loved that hob would read to Dream and of course hob thought Dream was the most beautiful, wonderful thing he’d ever seen.

As they grow up they fall in love. And they promise each other that they’ll be together. They make this promise on the eve of dream being sent off on a diplomatic tour of the neighboring kingdoms.

Only while dream is gone, (the burgess family stalled him) the Morningstar attacks his kingdom, burning the cities down and taking the palace.

Dream is filled with rage. But he knows he can’t go back.

Not yet. It isn’t safe.

He’s so worried for hob, but when he sent out of his spies to check on him, the spy only reported that Hob’s family home has been burned. They say the young lord of family gadling refused to bow to their new rulers, even raised a sword to Lucifer themself. No one has seen him since. How spies urge him not to look for hob. If he isn’t dead, he will wish he was, as a prisoner of the morningstar, renowned for their cruelty and mind games. And there is no way for dream to get to him.

So Dream mourns and turns his grief into revenge.

He works on building a network of spies and that’s how he becomes aware of a small rebellion being led in his name. It cropped up suddenly in a matter of weeks, they say lead by a former prisoner of Lucifer’s. They say Lucifer gave him their special and personal attention for years. They say most wouldn’t survive that kind of cruelty. They say Lucifer is furious about the escape.

Not daring to hope, Dream reaches out and after months of subterfuge, finally sets up a meeting between them in the edge of the kingdom, out of Lucifer’s sight.

“It’s been a long time,” the man, hooded and masked, says softly. “Many thought you abandoned us.”

And Dream knows that voice. He’d know it anywhere.

“Hob,” he breathes. “Is that you?”

Ohh, masked vigilante rebel Hob!!!

Dream begs Hob to tell him what happened to him while he was imprisoned by Lucifer, but Hob keeps changing the subject and trying to talk about plans to get Dream back on the throne. He won't talk to Dream properly, not like they used to talk. He seems so hurt and bitter, which Dream can understand! He just wants to be able to help Hob heal. If he doesn't have Hob, there'll be no point in getting the kingdom back at all.

Hob finally comes clean and admits that Lucifer used to use Dream’s image to torture him. With some kind of drug they would make sure that Hob would hallucinate Dream’s presence, and then torture Hob physically. So despite himself he began to believe that Dream truly condoned his imprisonment and torture. Only Hob’s determination to get out and find out the truth led him to survive.

Dream is, of course, horrified. He promises to respect Hob’s space going forward. He'll give Hob room to heal and maybe when he feels ready, they can be friends again? Hob bursts into floods of tears at this point (so much for his reputation as an uncrushable rebel). He doesn't want Dream to leave him! He was so scared and he just wants everything to be okay like it used to be.

Dream promises there and then that he'll win back his realm and marry Hob. They'll defeat Lucifer together and build a kingdom that is so strong, no one will be able to hurt Hob ever again. Dream is going to protect him. He'll fight to the death to give his beloved the peaceful life he deserves.

[miley1442111]

what about reader (jj's sister) and rafe getting into a fight and they go to a party separately, and reader makes him jealous and he ends up exposing them to the pogues and it's huge fight

omg this is such a fun idea! idk if i did it justice but I hope you like it <3

family feud

a/n: this isn't exactly canon rafe bc this rafe isn't fully insane so sorry if that bothers you lol. i wrote this for a fem reader and reader wears a dress but imagine whatever you want :) also sorry, jj is kind of an a-hole in this one :(

pairings: rafecameron x reader, brotherjjmaybank x sisterreader, platonicpogues x reader

summary: rafe pisses you off, you got to a party and piss him off... but what happens when jj, your brother, finds out about him?

I'm mad. I'm really fucking mad. I want to piss Rafe off just as much as he pissed me off. The one day a month that my house is empty and we can actually spend time together, Rafe ghosts me and goes fucking golfing. So yeah, I go to the party in a dress that he got me, one he wanted me to wear for him. So…. I wear it to dance with Pope. Pope and I will never see each other like that, we're like siblings, but he’s the only pogue who knows and is even slightly ok with Rafe and I dating. He still hates him, so he’s enjoying this. I catch a glimpse of him. His eyes are dark and he’s staring, a red solo cup in his hand. He nods at me to come over, I shake my head and focus on dancing. The music is loud, really loud. My feet hurt from dancing and honestly I want to make up with Rafe. I want to be near him. I want to stop ignoring his texts. His hundreds of texts. His hundreds of calls.

I had to start leaving my phone at home he was calling me so much. I feel bad, but the idea of reconciling with him feels far-fetched and I'm not bothered to text him back. I don't even know where my phone is.

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“He’s looking,” Pope shouts over the music. I haven't seen Rafe for an hour, I don't even see him now.

“Let him look!” I chuckle back. “He fucking deserves it!”

Is this the best way to communicate my feelings? No. Should I probably just tell Rafe how upset I am? Maybe, but knowing him he’d just treat me like one of his groupies, which I am not. I’m his girlfriend of 8 months. 

I feel a hand grab my arm and I gasp. I look up to see Rafe. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” I hiss, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. Pope steps away, saying something about getting another drink.

“You. You’re my fucking problem. You come here, in that fucking dress I bought you and you dance with Pope fucking Heyward. You don’t give me any fucking attention after I’ve been blowing up your phone for days,” He’s mad. He’s really fucking mad.

“Sorry, I was too busy,” I smirk, snatching my arm back. 

“Busy doing fucking what exactly?” He smiles one of his bitter-angry smiles and my sense of pride strengthens. I’m making Rafe Cameron mad. I’m making Rafe Cameron jealous.

“Golfing,” I smirk and his face drops.

“That’s what this shit is about?! If you would’ve just fucking asked baby- I would’ve come over, and none of this would’ve fucking happened! I wanted to be with you that day- fucking Topper pissed me off all fucking day- baby, you should’ve told me-” He gets cut off by a swift punch to the face.

“Get the fuck away from my sister Rafe, or I’ll kill you myself,” Jj shouts, John B holding him back. Rafe gets up from the ground, I can see how furious he is and I grab his hand, leading him away from my brother. He obliges and follows behind me. I weave him through the party-goers, Kiera and Jj shouting my name as we slip away. I bring him into the bathroom, sitting him on the counter as I search for a first-aid kit. 

“He shouldn’t have done that,” Rafe sighs, his breathing sporadic. “Topper, he’s- he’s gonna- he’s gonna beat him u-up. He-he’ll kill him i-if he gets the chance.”

I look up at him, first-aid-kit in hand. “Baby, breathe. I’ll text him now.” I take out my phone and send Topper a message, making him promise to not touch my brother or friends. He promises he won’t, but I know better and tell him to get the car started and that I’ll bring Rafe out to him in a few minutes. “See,” I show Rafe the messages. “He’s going to the car.” 

“Ba-baby I’m so sorry,” His eyes start to water, and my heart breaks. “I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s ok Rafe. I was just mad, I’m sorry,” I smile and start to clean his cut lip. His hands find their way to my waist, holding me gently. 

“I love you,” He blurts out and I drop my hand from his face. His face goes red and he looks down, I smile. Rafe Cameron; Kook King- loves me. Hm. 

“I love you too handsome. But right now, let’s focus on not getting mauled by my brother again, yeah? Let’s get you to the car and then home,” I smile and kiss his cheek, taking his hand to bring him home. He nods and follows. Outside the bathroom is Jj.

“What the fuck are you doing with him?” He grunts, stopping us from walking by.

“We’ll talk about this later Jj-”

“We’ll talk about this now,” He pushes. 

“Jj, fuck off!” I push past him and bring Rafe behind me. We get out of the house to the backyard where almost everyone is and I hear Jj practically scream my name. Everyone looks either to him or me and Rafe and I sigh. 

“Jj please-” I try but he cuts me off.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on between you two? Or do I have to ask around?” Jj shouts and grab someone’s collar, “You know somethin’?” The guy shakes his head, cowering back. He drops him and walks closer. 

“Jj, stop being a dick-”

“We’re dating. We have been for 8 months,” Rafe pipes up from behind me and Jj’s mouth drops open. He lunges forward, but instead of getting to Rafe, he knocks me to the ground. My head hits the hard ground and I whimper in pain. Rafe is immediately by my side.

“You’re ok baby, don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine,” he soothes as he cradles my head in his hands. 

“Rafe,” I start to cry into his touch as I feel Jj’s hand in mine. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Jj sighs. “I’m so sorry.”

“Dude, back up,” John B pulls Jj away as Rafe helps me up. 

“Can we go home?” I whisper to Rafe as I wrap my arm around his bicep, holding onto him for steadiness. 

“Of course baby.”

I knew I would inevitably have to deal with Jj but tonight, tonight is for Rafe and I.

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Ivy | chapter thirteen

listen to: Exile - Taylor Swift ft. Bon Iver |  Six Feet Under - Billie Eilish(playlist here)

warning: violence, blood.

word count: 2.1k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fii!!

You frowned slightly when you heard the metal hitting the floor as you closed the water. For a moment, you’d wonder if Rooster had let something fall. Maybe it was his belt. You couldn’t get yourself to care about it as you stepped out of the shower, droplets of water cascading down your skin, but the warmth of the water did little to alleviate the cold, heavy feeling in your heart. 

As you wrapped yourself in a towel, you felt like the bathroom vapor was suffocating you, just like the truth. It weighed so much on your body that you could barely move and open that door. Refusing to look at yourself in the mirror, you gazed at the door. Succumbing to familiarity and the fleeting moments of false comfort that led you to break his heart again, and worse, leading to break Jake’s heart again if he ever found out. 

And then, there was a loud thud coming from outside the bathroom. 

Just like now, sitting in Cyclone’s office, a jolt that snaps you back to reality. 

Cyclone’s hands hit the oak desk so loud that it brought you back. Your gaze focuses on him, catching a glimpse of a furious expression etched upon his face. You look down again; you rather avoid the shame you already feel by looking at your blood-stained white tank top. You remember amidst your own turmoil how you ran through your house as soon as you saw Jake’s dog tags on the floor. 

Barely dressed, you’d hastily put on some sneakers as you finished pulling the white tank top over your head with the first shorts you’d found. Desperation has fueled your every move since you rushed out of the bathroom, your body still slick with moisture. You can still hear your heart pounding, a wild symphony of guilt, love, and fear. 

Even though Cyclone’s barks. 

“I don’t know what the hell that was, but I don’t want to see it here again,” he barks, his nostrils flared. 

He had been going at it for over an hour. Pete and Solomon watching the whole thing as Jake, Bradley, and you are sat down in front of Cyclone’s desk. 

Bradley can feel Maverick’s gaze judging him. His jaw ticks as he fights to remain calm as he watches Cyclone unravel again. His heart is still pounding from the altercation. He has barely felt anything other than anger since he saw the dog tags on your floor. Instead, the only thing that has been playing in his mind is how many times Jake touched you like he did? How many times had the two of you disappeared or called in sick? How many times was he fooled by the both of you? 

He glances momentarily at Jake. He’s in a bad shape, worse than Bradley. The pain etched on Jake’s face as he held the ice pack against his nose. It is not broken. Bradley honestly doesn’t understand why; by the way he hit him, it should be broken. Bradley looks away for a moment, gazing down at his hands. He should’ve hit him harder, he thinks at first. As if hitting him harder would force you to take him back, as if hitting harder would take back time. 

Bradley wishes he could deny it, that the sight of Jake’s injuries state sparks of vindicative satisfaction, a twisted sense of justice in the sea of pain. But deep down, there lies a lingering pang of shame. It was a shame that he allowed himself to be consumed once more by anger, allowing it to dictate his actions, a thing he’d been avoiding since you two broke up. Harming someone who was never truly at fault. It’s a bitter pill to swallow as he sits there. It’s worse when he glances up at you; he can barely look at all the blood-tainted clothes and skin. 

Bradley struggles to find clarity. 

Jake does, too, as he stares at Cyclone. 

He’s the only one looking at him. The only one brave enough to face what he has done. As he sits there, bruised and hurting, he takes every word of his Admiral seriously. He knows he fucked up, and yet, he can’t find it in himself to regret it. Not after everything. 

He’d been so in love with you. He is still so in love with you, that even now, when his whole body is in pain, the thing that hurts the most is the pain in your eyes, mingled with the sense of shame. You can barely look up. You have barely looked at him, not even when he knows that you feel his gaze burning your skin. A part of him wishes that he could hold you, that it wouldn’t be so self-destructive to tell you that everything was fine, that he still wanted you. And then, he thinks again about what just happened. He had been trying to figure it out since the fight. How did Rooster found out?

For a moment, Jake wishes he didn’t love you so much. 

Because it dawns on him that you didn’t tell him. Rooster found out on his own. A tinge of regret creeps into his heart. Loving you, he decided, was a blessing and a curse as he witnessed the aftermath of everything that you’d built. A castle on weak terrain, destined to shattered. Perhaps he shouldn’t have allowed himself to love you so deeply. Acting for self-preservation seemed to be the thing that Jake forgot every time he was close to you. 

“Now, get the fuck out of this office before I discharge all of you for good,” Cyclone barks one last time, the last words ricocheting through his office for so long that you barely register Jake and Bradley standing up. 

And you don’t move. You wanted to stay there and allow them to go their own ways, but as you sat there, you realized for a moment that you were a shell of the person you used to be. The one your father admired, the one your peers came to admire, everything you’d built your character on. 

It was gone. 

Everything inside you felt like it was pulling you down in that chair. All the guilt and shame forced you to stay there. As if you could avoid the thoughts as if you could avoid the truth. As if you could avoid the reality that this confirmed every bad thing you believed about yourself to be true, that now the things you hoped and prayed that never came to light had come. That now everyone knew how awful of a person you were, the real you, and now everyone would despise you for it. 

Even the people you love the most.  

But now, one could despise you more than you despise yourself. Suddenly, you felt someone’s hand pulling you up the chair by your forearm. It jolted you back.

“Kid,” Maverick’s voice as he forced you up made you feel like you could suddenly breathe again. It wasn’t forceful. It wasn’t brutal the way he held you. It felt like your father did when you fell down from your bike when you were a kid, and he was worried for you. That same urgency. 

You glanced at him. 

So many words could’ve been exchanged from that one look. So many that you wouldn’t be able to put them down in writing or ever. 

“Go,”

You don’t want to, and he knows that you don’t want to, but then he gazes at the door, and you follow suit. By the end of the hallway, there’s Rooster and Hangman waiting for you for an explanation. You barely registered your legs moving towards them. It all felt like a dream for you. 

And then it all hits you like a brick. Your blood burns, rushing around your body as your heart pumps erratically as you finally look at them, horrified at their battered and cut faces, all because of you. 

“I am not going to talk about this with you, Bradshaw,” Jake states as he stares at Rooster, his chest puffing up, but you can tell that he is tired. 

You can also tell that he isn’t looking at you and that Bradley refuses to stop. 

“You just had to swipe in, didn’t you, Seresin?” Bradley continues. “You just had to take her away from me the moment I left her when she was the most vulnerable. You took advantage of her, and she believed you,”

Jake feels his body tensing up. 

“I didn’t take advantage of her,” Jake’s voice feels a little bit louder as he gets closer to Bradley. “You are so blind, aren’t you, Bradshaw? She didn’t want you,” his words punctuated by bitterness. 

“And she wants you?” Bradley scoffed. 

“At least I don’t need to claim her,” Jake responded. 

Bradley’s eyes widened for a moment, and your stomach dropped. All too aware of what Jake meant, all too aware of what he was saying. 

“Stop it!” you finally intervened, fighting to keep your tears at bay. Bradley and Jake finally turn towards you, but you can still feel the anger in their eyes. They can’t hold your gaze. The sheer anger won’t let them. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. I never,” your voice trembles. “I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to hurt either of you,”

“Hurt?” Bradley asks with a scoff. “Brat, you are fucking breaking us apart,” he spits cruelly at you. Jake remains silent as the words of Bradley settle on you. “How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you been fucking him?” the words come out of Bradley’s mouth like poison. The accusation is hurling at you, piercing your heart, each word carrying a heavy weight of betrayal. 

“It is none of your business,” you decide to answer, voice trembling but tinged with a hint of defiance. 

Bradley shakes his head. Anger simmers within him as he confronts the truth. He glances at Jake for a moment; he’s looking at you in a way that makes his stomach turn. His tongue darts out as he licks his lips while he glances back at you. The way Jake looks at you gnaws at him. It eats him alive. 

He wants to end it. 

“But it is because we had sex last night,” Bradley spats out. 

The revelation of the secret pierces Jake’s heart. He frowns slightly, and he wipes his head towards you. 

“Brat?” he asks, his voice so small and weak. You can feel the betrayal. You can taste it. You gaze back at him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you try your best to feel strong. He knows that you are sorry, but the weight of the confession hangs heavily in the air. Jake looks back at Bradley, and just out of spite, he says it. “The night before you arrived,”

“So, you have been fucking for five months?” Bradley asks in disbelief. 

“Jake, he ended it almost a month ago,” you admit, hoping to dispel the notion that you were still with Jake until last night. And yet, it doesn’t feel any better. It doesn’t fix anything. It just makes it so much worse. 

“Not even you,” Bradley spits out; his anger remains unabated, his words cut deep. “You sure knew how to keep us dangling on a string. Enjoying the attention, the power?”

You frown and shake your head, taking one step closer before he steps back. In his eyes, you become the puppeteer, reveling in the attention and control you hold over them. Nothing farther from the truth. 

“Bradley, you know it is not like that,” the pain etches itself onto your voice as you plead. You want him to understand that your intention was never to play with them, that it was stupid, but you didn’t mean to be cruel. 

But you know that nothing can make it right. 

“So, how is it?”

“I don’t know!” your voice falters, grappling for words. 

The air turns heavier than before, and suddenly, you feel like you cannot breathe. The air is thick with tension, and you can only see the blood and the purple bruises on their faces. The world blurs around you, the words of anger tattoed on your mind as you try to breathe, and your chest turns heavier and heavier. Without a second thought, you turn abruptly and run, your heart pounding in your chest. Each step echoes the urgency of your desire to run away from the emotional battleground behind you, from the chaos you created. 

You want to run away mostly from you. 

As you disappear from the halfway, a lingering question hangs in the air. Both of them can feel it; there’s no need to say it, but Bradley still goes ahead anyway. 

“You know I can make her happier than you ever could, right?” he says. 

Jake shakes his head. 

“Care to prove it?”

an: I was going to say that I was sorry for not posting, okay I am honestly but also, what the hell? I didn't know moving to USA was going to be so fucking hard. What are these prices?? And why everything is so far away! I miss europe a bit. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter because we are back to regular programming. hopefully if this master doesn't kill my vibe.

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[legacyshenanigans]

A little angsty and bitter sweet idea I had floating around in my head.

Alot can happen in 10 years 💚

Sebastian wandered in the night, he'd got out of Azkaban a couple of weeks back, Azkaban wasn't kind to him, that place wasn't kind to anyone, not that he deserved kindness, nor felt any kindness towards a soul after he got out, for the last 10 years all he thought about was MC, Ominis and Anne, naturally once he was out he managed to track down Anne's location, well, her grave that was, he spent the evening he found out about her passing at her grave side, sobbing. His next order of business was tracking down MC, he asked around, going on what information he knew, he assumed shed end up being a keeper, and the repository under Hogwarts would of been a huge priority for her, so she HAD to of lived nearby Hogwarts, he asked around using the description of her looks that were still burnt into his brain from their school days, luckily for him, it didn't take long to find out where she lived, she obviously hadn't changed that much since then.

He approached her home in the dead of night, his hands shaking, he had many things he wanted to say to her, not nice things, with even less nice action's "Alohomora" he whispered in a dark tone, gaining access to the home, he stepped in quietly, and made his way upstairs, his brain was so focused, so angry and twisted at the thought of what he was about to do, his brain clearly still not right from the torments of Azkaban. He entered her room as slow and hushed as he could, not just to find her asleep in bed, but Ominis, he was next to her, they both slept soundly, holding eachother, his brain stopped all thought for a moment, spotting wedding rings on their fingers from the end of their bed where he now stood, glaring at them.

He slowly reached down to grab his wand, his hand still shaking, anger in his eye's, when he suddenly heard a creek from the hallway, he snapped out of his furious trance for a moment, and turned his head towards the door, was someone else here? He crept away again slowly to investigate the noise, hearing something in the kitchen downstairs, he approached cautiously, his hand ready at his wand once more, his face dropped slightly seeing a little girl in the kitchen making herself a drink "They..Have a child" he thought to himself. The girl turned and let out a little gasp, seeing Sebastians dark figure in the doorway to the kitchen. He panicked but tried to remain calm

Sebastian: Its OK shhh, it's OK. I'm....I'm not here to hurt you.

For goodness sake, she couldn't of been much older than 6 years old, and she was the perfect mix of MC and Ominis, Sebastians anger turned to sadness, and regret, he'd come here tonight to end MC's life. Only to find her, the girl he once loved, and his bestfriend, had a family..

Sebastian: *soft but fake smile, trying to keep her calm* What's your name?

Annabella: ..A-Annabella Gaunt

She stood, hugging a little rabbit doll, a tear ran down Sebastians face as he looked at her. He leant down in front of her.

Sebastian: Its..Nice to meet you Annabella..My names Sebastian..Have you heard that name before? *he asked curiously*

Annabella: Mummy and Daddy had a friend called Sebastian, are you him? I've heard them speak your name.

Sebastian: Do you..Know anything else?

Annabella: No..Just that name..When they talk about when they were younger, in school.

Sebastian stood, wiping another tear from his eye, before he began to walk away, he turned towards her once back in the doorway.

Sebastian: Tell your mummy and Daddy in the morning, that Sebastian said congratulations..And..That they'll never see me again.

With that he left the home, wandering aimlessly into the night once more..Holding his hand up to his mouth, as tears streamed down his face, he got to a forest area and simply slumped down against a tree, holding his head in his hands.

A lot can happen in 10 years..Beautiful things that he'd missed out on having, all due to that vicious hold that dark magic had over him..HE could of had those things..Had he not been so foolish.

~

[curtsycream]

Anything For You, Beautiful

Hermione Granger x F!Reader

warning: not proofread, my take on a James x Lily trope for Golden Era, snapshots of Hermione x F!Reader, slightly James coded (father like daughter)

“There she is! The brilliant beauty after my own heart,” she called out.

Hermione frowned the second she stepping into the Great Hall. She had a feeling it was coming it always did as Y/N Potter called out to her. The bespectacled girl had been doing so since their first year at Hogwarts.

“Quiet Potter,” Hermione uttered when she sat down between Harry and Ron. Y/N could only raise her hands in defense as her smile widened.

“Whatever the Misses wants,” she mused before eating a piece of toast.

As Hermione moved her hand to grab some food Y/N pushed her hand away. She rolled her eyes at the Potter when she noticed the plate in front of her. “How do you even know I want this for breakfast?”

“Silly question from a brilliant girl, you eat the same thing every morning, noon, and night. We’ve been over this many times before, beautiful.”

Hermione wanted to be upset but she couldn’t, Y/N knew her like the back of her hand. Rolling her eyes she went ahead and ate what Y/N prepared on her plate.

“I’ll be taking that,” Y/N said grabbing Hermione’s books with a smile.

“I thought I got rid of you already,” Hermione commented. She held no bitterness in her tone as she watched the spectacled girl carry her things.

“Did you really think a wall of first years would keep me from you? My heart yearns for you, Granger.”

The loud declaration from Y/N caused Hermione to place a hand over her mouth. Her eyes wide as she looked around noticing a few people staring. Those used to Y/N’s antics simply shrugged it off. “What did I say about doing that?” Hermione hissed out.

Y/N’s words were muffled by Hermione’s as she spoke leading her to remove her hand. With a wink in Hermione’s direction she shrugged, “you tell me lots of things that I don’t listen to. We both know I’ll always do what I want in the end.”

“You’re so insufferable!”

Y/N watched the curly haired girl storm off to her next class without looking back. Keeping her hold on the girl’s books she shook her head, “and you’ll be the death of me..” she muttered to herself.

“Where is she?”

Y/N was frantic as she walked into the Gryffindor common room. Her eyes soon landing on Hermione being consoled by Luna and Ginny. She didn’t waste time making her way over to them. She got down on her knees as she sat in front of Hermione who was curled up on the recliner.

“Hey..hey look at me, you know he’s just a loose mouthed twat,” she whispered softly.

“But it doesn’t hurt any less knowing that he’s-“

“If you say he’s right I’m going to loose my mind.”

“But he is, I’m a-“

“Wonderful, brilliant, and beautiful woman who is beyond Malfoy in every way, shape, and form. That much is simple,” Y/N had a smile on her face as she spoke Hermione’s praise.

Sitting up Hermione began to smile herself before she noticed Y/N’s hands. “What the hell happened?”

“I gave him a piece of my mind though it seems I think with my fists,” she chuckled as Hermione started to fuss over her. But she didn’t mind anything for her.

“POTTER!”

Hermione turns to a chuckling Y/N beside her who couldn’t take her eyes off of the now green haired Malfoy. “I just thought he could use a change, he’s a Slytherin I thought they liked green?”

When Draco set his eyes on Y/N he made his way towards her. He was quick but Y/N was quicker was she stood from the table. Placing her hands on Hermione’s shoulders she pecks her cheek, “eat all of it.” She said before dashing off around the table and out of the Great Hall a furious Draco right on her tail.

“You’d think after the first five years she would learn to stop,” Ron said as he ate.

“Trust me, if it involves Hermione stopping is something she simply can not do,” Harry said speaking up for his sister.

Hermione drowned out their words as a blush spread across her face. Her eyes on her plate of food Y/N handed her moments before Draco entered the Great Hall. Maybe it was the genuine care Y/N had for her or the idea that she was slowly falling in love. Either way she was hooked…

Can you tell I have a crush on Hermione? Also I wanted to replicate the way James was for Lily with Y/N. I think it’s cute

[maikissed]

the way you come to me at night IV

I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD OH GOD This is so fucking long, fr. It probably needs a lot of fixes but I just wanted to post already. Sorry for any misspellings and typos guys. Love yall. Enjoy!!!

warnings: smut, kids under 18 go away

They grew quite distant in the past few weeks. He’s been acting like an absolute dick and she gave up in her attempts to try and get the answer about his sulky mood out of him. It was frustrating, to say the least, for both of them.

She excruciatingly felt his absence. He was leaving to the training earlier than usual, coming back home late and locking himself in the gym, his room or the office when she was present at home. Of course she’s been trying to talk to him about his sudden behaviour but he just kept dodging off the questions, telling her that it’s just tiredness and stress related to his recurrent injuries. He felt like a coward, just couldn’t bring himself to actually talk to her. Couldn’t muster up the honesty. It started to consume him. And it kept getting worse.

She was being patient with him at the beginning. Gave him space and time to open up to her - they were good friends after all, always shared their worries, talked about everything that was going on in their lives. She didn’t understand why he shut her out all of a sudden. But her attitude towards him changed dramatically after one morning, when she unexpectedly run into one of his one-night stands in the kitchen. He never brought girls to the house when she was at home, out of respect to her. It was also kind of their deal. But one day she came home earlier from her work trip and it just happened. He will never forget the hurt look on her face that morning. She stopped talking to him at all after that. And he hated himself more.

He's been watching the raging storm outside through the big windows, staying on the settee for quite some time now. The weather was rather strange for this time of the year, the pleasantly warm day turned into a downpour before the sunset. The aura of the heavy rain became so calming, it made him absolutely enraptured in the dense veil of running water that covered almost everything in sight. The house was quiet, making the sound of the pouring rain sound like the most soothing lullaby and he truly enjoyed it, rather tired of the hubbub he liked to surround himself most of the time. But this peaceful moment was suddenly interrupted by a loud slam of the door and he turned his head in the direction of the hallway, awaiting the appearance of whoever made so much stir about entering the house. In a minute he heard her huff in annoyance from the distance and tensed, preparing himself for another wordless and bitter moment whenever they were passing each other in the hallways. By the sound of the quick and heavy footsteps he could tell that something had upset her. But he didn’t expect the sight that he met the moment she vigorously entered the salon. She stopped abruptly, as if not expecting him to be home at this hour. He took in her appearance, completely soaked, her hair in a wet mess, sticking to her face and her long delicate dress clinging to her body tightly. She looked like she just fell into a pool fully clothed. And she seemed furious.

“What happened?” he frowned concerned.

She just huffed again and turned to head upstairs with no intention to answer him.

“Y/n?” he called out after her but there was yet no response.

So he decided to follow her without a thought, sincerely worried about her fidgety humour. She almost slammed the door in his face but he caught it in time.

“Can you leave?!” she raised her voice at him and he scrunched his eyebrows, taken aback.

During the few years of their friendship he’s never seen her so agitated but there clearly was a strong reason behind her behaviour. He wasn’t planning on leaving her room before trying to find out what’s made her so angry.

“Can you tell me what’s going on? Where’s your car?” he asked looking out the window, noticing that the vehicle was nowhere near the yard.

“In hell” she grumbled throwing her purse on the floor “Go away, I need to change”

He nodded simply at her demanding tone, deciding to give her space since she truly looked frustrated and uncomfortable due to her current state. Maybe if she calm down, she’ll talk to him later. But it was doubtful, since the conversation between them has been fading lately.  

He went to his room and it was a few minutes before she burst through the door. It surprised him, really. He looked at her expectantly.

“I can’t handle the zipper of this goddamn dress” she murmured stiffly “Could you help me? Please?”

He could tell she was jittery and mildly uneasy after asking for his help. His heart squished at the thought of what they have become in these past few weeks. The storm visible in her eyes was undeniably more dangerous that the one outside the walls of the house.

He approached her carefully, placing his fingers at the top of the dress. She shivered the moment their flesh made contact. He knew she must be cold, but couldn’t help but wonder if she despised him so. 

“You should take a warm bath” he noted unzipping the dress delicately.

She turned around to face him and he noticed her eyes becoming watery. And it scared him at first.

“You’re so concerned now?” a moment of silence “You barely talked to me for a whole month. Why do you even give a fuck?”

“Y/n…” he sighed but she was ready to pound on him with whatever she had in her.

“No, you’re not getting away with this shit anymore” she crossed her arms on her chest, shooting daggers at him with her keen eyes.

“Do you have any idea how it felt when I tried so hard to get to you and help with whatever you were struggling with this whole time? But you just kept dodging me off like a fucking narcissist you are!”

He shivered at the sound of her tone. She expected an explanation, a reason. But what should he do, what should he say? Feeling like a little boy he stood there, silent, paralyzed and noticed something dark pierce her eyes like a glimmer before she opened her mouth again.

“Tell me, did you find comfort in fucking your girls back again?” she scoffed.

She turned her head to the side, suddenly unable to look at him, as if surprised by her own words. Shame was all he felt in this moment. It did hurt her, all these things he’s been doing lately. The realisation flooded him in all-consuming regret. There was only one thing he should say to her right now, but it might not be enough anymore.

“It’s not like that” he countered weakly.

“I’ve been through some real crap these past few weeks and I didn’t even have anyone to talk about it” her voice turned weaker and she raised her head up to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks.

He twitched and moved on reflex, thinking about nothing else but to comfort her somehow. But she stepped back instantly, letting him know that she did not wish for him to come any closer. A sharp pain pierced his heart but he stopped nonetheless.

“My boss keeps scolding me for everything lately and my fucking car just stopped in the middle of nowhere, I had no signal in my phone and I had to walk for twenty fucking minutes in pouring rain to call the insurer only to hear that they’re not in service right now” she snorted “Then I had to wait another twenty minutes for a cab” she started rambling shakily, pulling off her soaked dress in frustration in the meantime. He watched her struggles in stupor.

“You could have called me” he said softly, trying to somehow make this situation a bit better.

Maybe it was a pathetic try.

She shot him a cold glare before throwing away the wet dress which landed at the floor with a loud smack. He trembled taking in her appearance – small, beautiful and broken.

“Fuck you” she spit, turning around to walk away but he got to her in few long strides, embracing her cold and shaken body in his arms. She yanked her arm, wanting to break free from his grasp.

But he was stronger.

“Stop it” he grabbed her tighter and she whined feeling helpless “I’m so sorry” he whispered holding her closely, but she did not return the gesture.

Although he could feel her becoming more relaxed.

“Please, let’s get you to a bath first” he whispered looking down at her.

She was avoiding the eye contact at first but when she finally looked up at his face, he noticed her eyes softening. The storm outside calmed as well. So he didn’t wait any longer and bend down placing his hand on the back of her knees to lift her up, carrying her to the bathroom. And she let him, softly placing her arms around his neck. It was a very fragile moment between them but it gave him some indefinite comfort. Hope, that maybe there’s still a chance to make things better, for him to be better for her. They were friends and they loved each other after all.

“Do you need anything?” he asked turning off the tap after filling up the tub, nervous after once again realising she stood in front of him so uncovered, only in her lingerie.

“Could you bring me some pills, please? My head hurts”

“Of course”

When he came back she was already sitting in the bathtub. Her eyes closed, hair still a bit wet tied in a bun on top of her head with a few untamed strands falling down her face. His beautiful, light-hearted girl, how could he treat her so badly?

She looked up at him with her reddened eyes, taking the medicine and the glass of water from his hands. He took it as a hint to leave her be but she stopped him unexpectedly.

“Stay with me for a bit?” she asked quietly and he tensed for a moment but nodded after all, thinking about all the things that still have been left unsaid.

She relaxed when he sat down at the bathtub step, resting her head against the edge of the tub. They stayed silent for a few moments, both of them focused on the sound of their steady breathing, looking the opposite way. It was comforting, this calm and wordless moment, and he was grateful it was given to him. He turned his head to look at her, noticing one more tear decorating her face and leaned in instinctively to wipe it away with his thumb. Her eyes widened slightly and her face contorted in that sweet frown that appeared on whenever she experienced something touching. He didn’t pull back, continuing caressing her cheek gently. He realised how intimate this moment has become, with their wistful eye contact, him leaning over her bare body covered only by a sheet of water overlaid with a thin soap foam. He was so spellbound by the soft contact of their skin he wanted to feel her whole. How overpowering this feeling was - he realised he’s been feeling it all this time. Exhausting.

“Estou apaixonado por você” the words simply left his mouth and he wasn’t even sure if he heard himself properly.

“What?” her voice cracked but she stayed still, examining his face.

“I am in love with you” he repeated in English, releasing a shaky breath “I didn’t know how to tell you, I was afraid that you’ll hate me for it. I guess I’ve chosen the worst way to deal with this, by distancing myself. I’m really sorry for that. But I don’t really remember the time when I wasn’t in love with you”

The room went silent once more but this time every second felt like it might not have an end, like everything stopped so suddenly. He wondered if this was the moment when he lost everything, ruining once and for all the picture she’s had of him so far.

“You’re such an idiot” she whispered calmly and he gulped nodding his head in agreement.

The water stirred when she moved slightly, leaning closer to where he was seated, his gaze desperately focused on her face.

“How do you know?” she kept her voice low and soft and the very little distance between them made him feel like he was trapped, even thought she was the one in a more vulnerable position.

“Know what?” he whispered back, not really understanding the question, absolutely stunned by the colour of her iris in this proximity. 

“That what you’re feeling is love”

He couldn’t fight the amused smirk that appeared on his lips instantly, feeling like she was playing some sort of silly game with him right now.

“You…” he winced fighting that heavy stubbornness which almost knocked him out, making him run away before explaining his feelings. She’d probably never forgive him if he did.

“I dream of you every night”

The look on her face was unreadable which made him even more nervous and anxious. But there was no turning back, it was time for her to see him truly - uncovered, sincere, with his heart on his sleeve. Everything just for her, because she deserved it.

“You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last when I go to sleep, and then, when I close my eyes you’re there again. Every single night” he took a deep breath “I can’t think, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep enough” he leaned back after this confession, trying to calm his mercilessly beating heart “And you are so close, yet never close enough, and I feel like I’m going mad”.

He wiped his face with his hand feeling the sudden heat spreading over his skin and gave in the urge to look back at her shortly after, noticing she gazed at him the way she did in his dreams. Softly, misty and fondly. Cold chills went down his spine and he swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the heavy, stinging lump in his throat.

“Friends is not enough for me, I want all of you” he said more steadily this time “Tell me if I’m asking for too much”

She blinked quickly but never took her eyes away from him. And he was waiting, anticipating the moment she shatters his hearts in million tiny pieces. He could feel it coming. It had a taste, sour, at the tip of his tongue.

“I’ve never apologised to you after what happened last year” she murmured unsurely “I almost forced myself on you and I’ve never brought this up because I was ashamed” she looked down at her hands “I worried it made you think less of me”.

He took her hands in his without a word, trying to give her some comfort and assurance that nothing could make him look down on her. She opened her mouth and closed it, thinking, trying to pick her next words right. He stroked her knuckles with his thumbs, giving her a sign of understanding.

“Every relationship I’ve been in shattered, because I was so lost, so drowned in something so overpowering that it scared me sometimes” she closed her eyes for a second as if trying the give herself some courage “Everything feels… different when I’m with you, when I’m thinking about you…” she fell silent, her eyes started wandering but stopped focused on his lips. It was a moment before she brought them up again, staring right into his soul with her big, dreamy eyes “That’s why I kissed you that night and it only left me needing you even more” she took a shaky breath in, wincing lightly as if it caused her pain.

He placed his hand gently on her cheek, feeling as life finally came back to him with the hardest and warmest beat of his heart. His chest turned heavy and light at the same time, as if something started to grow in it. Hope and affection bloomed in his guts, and the permanent cold he’s been feeling for so long begun to fade away.

“Truth is I’ve always been yours” she whispered this time “I guess we’re both idiots”

He chuckled lightly and she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with joy and tears. She put her palm on top of his hand still placed on her cheek, closing her eyes and leaning in the gentle touch. It elicited a short, longing moan from her and he sighed moving closer to her, placing a sweet kiss on her other cheek, then proceeded to stroke her nose with his. They stayed like this for a minute, simply enjoying their little moment of happiness, both of them relieved they’ve got to keep what they had and more. So much more.

She put her hands on his neck with her eyes still closed. He could feel them shaking slightly, either of nervousness or excitation. Or both. She turned her head placing her lips softly on top of his but it did not turn into a kiss right away. Again they stayed still, simply losing themselves in this sweet bit of being close to each other, breathing in themselves, thriving with a promise of a beautiful love that they’ve finally let to grow in and between them. She licked her lips and her tongue slightly brushed his upper lip and he twitched finally giving in, granting her a delicate, enduring kiss. She sighed and moved her head to the side to deepen it shortly after. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling, he thought. The room was filled with the sounds of the bubbles breaking in the water, their slow breathes and their lips, reconnecting in the slowest, gentlest of kisses. She gripped his nape tighter and he broke the contact.

“Are you trying to pull me in the tub?” he murmured jokingly and she giggled against his lips.

“I’ll leave you so you can finish your bath” he suggested, not truly ready to let go of her so soon.

“No, I think I’m done actually. Pass me the towel, please?”

He stood up to grab it and froze in place after turning around again, seeing her absolutely naked and so wet in front of him. His eyes shamelessly roamed her whole body slowly, focusing on how the drops of water flowed down her skin, tracing every curve, flowing faster every time she took another breath. And he was out of breath, feeling his limbs growing weaker and his chest tighter, absolutely mesmerized by her presence. And she was even more ethereal than in his dreams. She smiled sweetly at him and his knees almost gave up.

“Richy, the towel” she reminded him.

He nodded, feeling flustered, approaching her on shaky legs. He was considering his next move, but decided on wrapping her body in the cloth. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him once more, her hands placed on his biceps.

“Will you sleep with me tonight?” she asked innocently and he needed a moment to actually respond to her.

“Of course, querida”

She smiled again after his response and steeped away to go to her room, leaving him stupefied and overwhelmed. He was endlessly in love with her and entirely bound to her wants and needs.

He decided to take a shower as well before joining her in her room, her bed. She asked him to sleep with her, it had more than just one meaning and he couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked after steeping out of the bath. He didn’t want to rush things up too soon if she wasn’t ready for it. Maybe they have to take it as slow as they should. But she wanted to share a bed with him. And this thought made him so excited, his stomach started turning funnily. He felt like a teenager.

She was brushing her hair when he entered her room, bearing a few snacks since she haven’t got anything to eat after she came back home.

“Is that for me?” she walked up to him snatching a strawberry from the plate.

Once again, he needed a moment to respond, too focused on a short, silky nightdress she was wearing. This time he knew she chose it specifically for him. The thought made his groin twitch in his pants.

“I thought you might be hungry”

“Thank you” she leaned in to kiss his neck and he smirked cheekily, realising that she truly enjoyed making him all hot and bothered.

The night was still very young, the sky not yet turned fully dark but it was dusk. The room was lit by a tall lamp in the corner. It was surely not their general bed time hour but they did not intend on making themselves wait. 

“Come” she sat down on the bed, removing the sheets.

He took his shorts and t-shirt off and started to wonder how visible his excitement is through his boxers. He did not dare to look down, but she did, very briefly and once again he smirked watching as she tried to play it cool by blinking fast and readjusting her position on the mattress. He laid on his side, her on her back, and moved very close to her body, placing his head on his hand for support. She smiled before saying something very unexpected.

“Tell me about your dreams”

He looked at her not really knowing what he should say.

“Well, it’s you and me, a great deal of you” he raised his hand to tuck a few strands of her hair behind her ear “Us…”

“Fucking?” she asked innocently and he chuckled nervously.

“Do you have to be so vulgar?”

“So?” she bit her lip coyly.

“Yes” he whispered drawing his eyes down her chest “A lot of it, to be honest”

“Mmm” she murmured pulling his head down with her hand, connecting their lips again.

He groaned after tasting her once more, this time the kiss was rougher, filled with need and desperation. They’ve been denying themselves this pleasure for far too long. So he moved his hand down her body, placing it at her knee, moving it higher up her thigh very, very slowly. She slowed down the kiss and eventually stopped, turning her focus entirely to his touch. Then she moved her legs, pulling them up and opening them wider for him under the sheets, so ready for his attention. He focused his gaze on her face, noticing how she kept chewing on her lower lip, her pupils dark and big, concentrating, awaiting. She grabbed his forearm when he reached the apex of her thighs, roaming her labia with his fingers very patiently.

“Pull the sheets down” he instructed.

She removed the covers as he said, processing to hike her dress up a little bit too. She kept looking at him while doing so and he was so intoxicated, he swore in his thoughts he could smell her. Focused on the way his fingers kept playing with her ever so gently he started to wonder if it’s not another one of his beautiful dreams. But she interrupted his rush of thoughts.

“Please” she whispered pleadingly.

The sound of her little voice stirred him and he switched his position to hover over her, making her eyes turn bigger when she noticed how firm and strong he looked, trapping her beneath him.   

“Meu doce, you don’t have to beg me for anything”

She gasped the moment he put one of his fingers inside of her, slowly but surely. He started to study her face, wanting to see her, to recollect what exactly drew the most pleasure out of her. He didn’t wait long before adding another finger to fill her more properly and she moaned softly, spreading her thighs even wider. His head started spinning. She trusted him, ready to open herself fully for him. Her hips bucked up when he sped up his movements and her eyes shot open, lids visibly heavy, her chest rising and falling faster every passing second. She started to move, trying to keep up with him. Her erratic breathing turned into more frequent sighs and little whines. And she kept looking him right in the eyes, enchanting him, bounding him to her tighter.

“I think of you” she breathed “Every time I touch myself”

Her words and the way her eyes sparkled after this confession made him go frenzy and he groaned leaning down to kiss her hard. She yelped when his digits appeared to sink deeper inside her core and she started whimpering against his mouth. He gritted his teeth trying to control himself, since all the sensations turned him so aroused, he felt as he could come any second. And he haven’t even feel her properly yet. Pathetic, he thought. But no girl ever affected him the way she did. And it felt right.

She came on his fingers with his name on her lips and it’s been a bliss, for both of them. With her glossy eyes, cheeks rosy and mouth slightly ajar she looked like the prettiest image of love, desire and delight impersonated. He brought his hand up to his face, all the while watching her attentively, and put his fingers in his mouth, tasting her, smirking when he noticed how her face quickly turned beet red.

“Don’t go all shy now” he murmured when she squirmed under him.

“Shut up” she huffed in response making that funny face she did whenever she was irritated by his petty little comments.

He grabbed the edges of the nightdress she was wearing, removing it, and leaned back to take a proper look at her.

“Stop staring” she nudged him with her knee.

“You’re so beautiful, I love looking at you”

He smiled at the way her lashes fluttered quickly, noting that she did that every time when feeling shy or nervous. It was cute. It only made him want to play with her, to taunt her a little bit since he had her so stunned and fragile. Grabbing her foot he lifted her leg up, proceeding to kiss every inch of her skin, with his hands traveling every place his lips couldn’t reach. She moved her head to the side when he made his way to her neck and whimpered softly as he grazed her throat with his teeth. She wrapped her legs around his middle and brought him closer, humming delighted when their pelvises touched. 

“How do you want me?” she whispered against his mouth and he shivered at the way this question sounded out.

“Just like that baby, I wanna see you”

He kissed her one last time before moving away to sit on the verge of the bed. He reached for the drawer in the nightstand to find something he’s put in there some time ago. He left her some condoms a while ago, because he obviously didn’t trust any fucker she’s ever dated.

“You haven’t used much of it” he smiled back at her cheekily.

“Well, I don’t get as much game as you, playboy” she snickered shyly.

“It’s fine, we’ll use it in no time”

She snorted at his comment and he hopped back on the bed shortly after, grabbing her ankles to yank her down a little bit. She squeaked as she didn’t expect it.

“We don’t want you to bump your head, do we?”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement.

“You are so thoughtful” she whispered before laughing under her breath.

The gentle smile never left his face as he thrived in this joyous moment between them, as they finally loosen up, feeling safe and comfortable with each other in this very new situation. He lowered his body above her and she threw her hands loosely around his neck. For a few seconds they stayed still, simply looking at each other, revelling in the closeness and intimacy. One of her palms slid down his neck and chest gently, reaching down to place him at her entrance. He moved slightly, pushing in carefully and she winced momentarily, making him stop and search her eyes for more sings of discomfort.

“No, it’s ok. Go on” she breathed against his lips.

So he moved again, slower this time, letting her get used to the feeling, not wanting to hurt her. She frowned and squirmed when he sank deeper inside of her and he grunted at the sensation so familiar yet so new. His muscles tensed and he took a deep breath trying to control himself from going too fast or too rough on her. When he opened his eyes he spotted her already looking up at him, her nails lightly grazing his nape. She seemed relaxed.

“I’m not made of glass, don’t worry” she murmured and rose up to kiss him sweetly.

Kissing her back he yet continued keeping a gentle and slow rhythm and she cried out when he slid back into her. Bringing his hand down to grab her hip he pounded down harsher and she choked on her moan as her back arched up. Her hands were traveling across his chest and shoulders, her nails marking him after every rough thrust of his hips. Moving his hand to snake it around her middle he grasped her body tighter, keeping her in place. She whined throwing her head to the side, accompanying his low moan.

“Come here” he breathed lifting her up, so she straddled him.

Looking down at him she moved trying to take control but he wasn’t planning on letting her, as he fucked up into her roughly. She mewled surprised and he could feel her tighten around him. He knew he couldn’t keep it up in this position for long, supported only by one hand placed on the mattress, so after few thrust he straighten up, grabbing her hips to guide her against him, barely letting her adjust to the pace. She placed her hands on his face, caressing his cheeks gently with her fingers brushing his nose and the outline of his lips.

“God, you’re so handsome” she whispered out of breath and he smiled cheekily before closing the distance between them to kiss her again “And you’re mine” she moaned “You’re stuck with me now”

He chuckled at her remark and looked her in the eyes deeply.

“I’m yours”   

[call-sign-shark]

Heyy how are u?

Can u please write an enemies-with-benefits/rivals x lovers prompt where they are always completing but have too much sexual tension based on this -

➢ "How adorable, your legs are shaking... Where is that prideful look of yours now?"

With hangman or rooster 😩

Idk if this sounds kinda stupid 😭

Hey dear, your request is far from being stupid. I loved it :D ! It even gave me the idea of doing 7 one-shots revolving around the Seven Deadly Sins, all related to a TGM character. ANYWAY, I hope you'll like it 💚

✨SUPERBIA ✨

Summary: You beat your forever rival, Hangman, for the first time since you became a Dagger. Hurt in his ego, he decides to humble you. (Callsign: Nemesis)

Tags: 2.3k words of Unresolved sexual tension !! like high sexual tension to torture you

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Dagger’s results

1# Nemesis

2# Hangman

3# Phoenix & Bob

The number one was written beside your call sign with a thick black marker. 

Your fingers gently brushed the whiteboard’s cold and smooth surface, for you still could not realize your position among the other aviators.  A glimmer of pride shone in your Y/EC eyes as you read the other names on the list. Ranked right below you was Jake “Hangman” Seresin, your forever rival. A small satisfied smirk stretched your lips at the mere thought of beating Seresin. When Maverick first introduced the idea of ranking your performances daily, you were one of the few who disagreed. To be honest, even though you liked challenges you did not want to compete against the own member of your squad. According to your instructor, the board had nothing to do with competition but was about being aware of everyone’s progress. For most of the Daggers, Maverick’s idea was indeed a great one and helped them realize how they managed to progress throughout the weeks, but for Hangman and you it rapidly became a ground for competition. Day after day, Seresin beat you. Whether it was his tricks being better, his reflexes being sharper or his aim being more precise, he was always one step ahead.  And each time you looked at his name on the whiteboard with frustration, he would give you his cocky flat-lipped smile and tell you “How’s the rearview, babe?” . And each time, his words would feel like a knife stabbing your pride.  You did not care about being the less skilled of the group, as long as Hangman sucked more.

Jake stepped behind you, looking at the whiteboard - you were shorter than him, so looking above your head was clearly not a problem for him. He raised one eyebrow at the result of today’s training. Maverick was certainly wrong, you could not have been better than he, could you? His jaws tensed as he stared at his own ranking.

“Hey, Bagman.” You called him.

He looked at you, one brow still raised.

“How’s the rearview, babe?” 

“Is that all you have to say?” His voice retorted, colder than a frozen blizzard.

Jake had lost all of his arrogance in one blink of an eye, all remained was anger. To be true, you expected him to come up with some sharp comments or tell you that your success was only a matter of beginner’s luck. His bitter and quite aggressive reaction kind of confused you. He glared at you one last time instead and stormed out of the hangar with furious steps. 

“The hell is his problem?”  Shark asked, alongside Phoenix. They had just joined to congratulate your spectacular performance.

You shrugged, your pride quickly erasing any concern you had, “Nothing. Little Seresin got hurt in his pride and is probably sulking now.”  

The girls could not help but laugh at your sass: you were incredibly good at spitting sarcastic poison sometimes, and they liked it. Phoenix made a brief hand gesture to tell you to forget about Hangman, “Never mind Queen. You did a great job at humbling him.”

“I hope you don’t boast about your performance but rather give advice to each other.” A manly yet soft voice resonated behind you and your girl gang. You all turned around as one.

Captain Maverick was standing behind you, arms behind his back. His green eyes shone with a glimmer of amusement.

“Yeah, of course, Nemesis was telling us how to beat Hangman,” Shark exclaimed, bubbly. You nudged her and she let a small ouch escape from her mouth.

“Of course not, Mav”

“Good," He said, looking a bit more sharply at Shark, then his focused shift back on you "Y’all should leave, tomorrow’s going to be a big and exhausting day, so rest well.” 

You and the girls nodded and went back to your chair to pack your stuff and go. 

“Nemesis. One last thing,”  Mav called you. 

You looked at him above your shoulder.

“Well done.” 

“Thanks, Sir.”  Your voice answer, candy-coated in pride.

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The adrenaline of today’s training had begun to fade away, leaving a pleasant floating sensation in both your mind and body. Leaving the hangar in such a good mood was not something you were used to. In fact, Hangman always managed to get on your nerves one way or another. Fortunately enough, you found a way to relieve the stress: sex. Rough, steamy, and kinky sex. What was surprising in that coping mechanism of yours was the person you ended up having sex with was none other than your enemy himself. Admittedly, that was kind of weird but from your mutual hatred, a consuming desire came to life. The sexual tension that appeared between you from day one had soon grown out of control, that was when you more or less consciously decided to become rivals with benefits. During the day you were always competing, fighting, and trying to become better than the other.  But during sleepless nights - and hidden from the world’s view- you were lovers. And the fact that Hangman was the best stallion you ever encountered was a pill very hard to swallow.

While you were lost in your thoughts and making your way to the shower, two large and powerful hands grabbed your wrists and brutally pinned you against the corridor’s wall. You opened your eyes wide, heart pounding so hard in your chest that you felt like it was about to burst your ribcage.  Jake was standing fierce, blocking your body between his and the wall.  His green eyes dove into yours, fury burning in his irises.

“Was it fun?” He stated, icecold. 

You winced, moving your wrists in a vain attempt of freeing yourself “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Was it fun to laugh at me, Nemesis?”  His grip tightened on your wrist, causing the position to become uncomfortable.

“So that’s the problem! Hangman can laugh at people but when someone returns the favor it’s not fun anymore. Grow up Jake, that’s not how it works.” You hissed, as fierce as him. Kowtowing was out of question, “I beat the fuck out of you and you better get used to it, ‘cause it will happen again.”  

“She bites,” he said, bringing his face closer to yours. He stayed like that for a while, silent as his warm lips brushed yours. His scorching breath crashed on your face as furious waves breaking against the shore. You swallowed, intoxicated with the exhilarating smell of his cologne mixed with the back scent of his musky sweat. Arousal built in your body. 

“Yes I bite, but you know it, don’t you Seresin?” Your voice was merely a whisper. Still grazing his lips with yours, you lick the corner of his mouth in a soft, light stroke. A shiver ran down Jake’s spine.  His breath, at first steady, quickened and you could not help but teasingly smile when noticing it. You were giving him hell and you were determined to continue to do so. Even though your wrists were pinned above your head, you brought your hips closer to his until your bodies met.

“Challenging me again, Nemesis. When will you learn?” He gritted between his teeth at the sensation of your body collapsing with his.

“I never learn,” You said, giving another warm lick across his lips. You gently rolled your hips and sighed, for you could feel the shape of his bulge pressing against you.

“Fucking bitch,” He released your wrists from one of his hands, but the other was still strongly holding you. Jake was a strong man, thus overcoming you physically was not difficult for him. “I think you really need an ego check,” he concluded. 

“Are you really sure I’m the one who needs an ego check?” Words fell from your mouth with fire, but the look Jake gave you was ice-cold water that managed to extinguish you.

 You stopped talking, apprehending his next move. As ironic as it seemed, your pride seemed far too insolent in his opinion and he was determined to humble you… In the kinkiest way you could think of. Jake’s fingers tightened around your neck just enough for you to feel their pressure on your throat without it being uncomfortable.

“You… tear down my reason,” he did not let you the time to answer, for his lips captured yours. You closed your eyes at this brutal reunion, blood rushing to your cheeks, heart beating faster. Jake dove his tongue into your mouth to seek yours, forcing you to part your lips. You hold back your moans as your tongues swiftly danced together in a burning waltz. The taste of your divine lips lighted up fireworks under his skin. He could feel his hard cock twitching as your sweet saliva melted together. He released your throat only to grab one of your breasts in his large calloused hand, kneading him with desire. He pinched your perky nipple and rolled it between his thumb and index finger. The sharp but pleasurable pinching sensation made you sigh in arousal against his mouth. Burning breathing, wet kisses, his hand unzipped your overalls. The soft caress of fresh air against your moist skin made your very soul quake.

He moved his head back, breaking your hungry kisses, and stared at you. Your cheeks were red, your gaze begging and your lips parted for you were panting. Jake snorted, satisfied.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Nemesis? Want something?” He said, his face enlightening up with that peculiar cocky smile of his. A smile so big that his malicious eyes squinted. His free hand started to wander on your burning skin.

“Fuck Jake, I want you.” You muttered, trying to kiss him again but he backed his head off again. You hissed when you missed his lips.

“Come on, you think you deserved to have your pussy filled after what you said to me? After breaking my records?” He laughed - a sadistic and exaggerated laugh whose only purpose was to humiliate you. Jake’s free hand grabbed one of your wrists and brought your hand to his shaft. Your slit drooled when you noticed how hard he was. You gently moved your trembling fingers on it - if you focused well enough you could even feel the swollen veins that were drawing patterns on his erection, “open my overall.”

You obeyed, grabbing the zipper between your fingers. With Jake leading your hand, you unzipped and freed his muscular chest from the fabric that was hiding it. You bit your lips at the sight of his pecs and abs, glistening with his sweat because of a long day of training. How much you wanted to lick his body and bite his skin from there to here, but he was still holding you against the wall firmly.

“Touch it.” He whispered in your ear, and you knew what he meant.

Heat spread under your skin. You felt his green eyes on you, undressing you. Those two burning emerald stones.  But as much as he wanted you, he was not going to indulge. Obeying him again, your hand slipped into his underwear and grabbed the thick base of his cock. Jake grunted with pleasure at the sensation of your warm palm around him.

“See how you make it hard.” He said. At his words, you lowered your gaze and bit your lip when looking at the thick pinkish head, glistening with precum.  You squeezed your thighs together, feeling a surge of unbearable arousal in your dripping cunt, “I could rub it in your wet folds first to lubricate it properly… Your swollen clit would love that,” He whispered, gently biting your earlobe, “And then I could fill you with one big thrust, hitting that spot you like so much. You know, the one that makes your toes curl.” 

At this point, you drank his words. Your hand made up and down movements, stroking his cock shyly. He held back his moans, not wanting to give you any satisfaction. You could barely breathe - mouth dry, soul quaking - all you could think of was him. 

“You know, I’d love to feel your tight walls around my dick. That wet and warm sensation of you all around me, your pussy fluttering with pleasure. But you’ve been such a bad girl.”  He kept torturing you with his arousing words, to the point you lose all your composure. Jake suddenly backed off with one sudden movement, leaving you destroyed by the coiling tension between you. You looked at him, confused, as he zipped his overall to the top, depriving you of the wonderful sight of his hairy chest.

“And the bad girl you are don’t deserve my dick. We’ll see tomorrow if I’ll change my mind. But you’ll have to be extra nice to me.” He stated, smoothing his overalls with his hands.

“But- Jake-” You tried to bargain but he cut you off.

“End of the conversation, Nemesis.” 

You hit the back of your head against the wall behind you in frustration, goosebumps all over your body and nerves on fire. Saying you were wet down there would be a euphemism, you were dripping, almost literally flooded. You could feel your heartbeat in your swollen clit - all your body was screaming with arousal. You pressed one of your cold hands against your forehead, your legs threatening you to collapse as Jake proceeded with leaving the corridor. But before disappearing, he glanced at you with his wide flat-lipped smile.

“How adorable your legs are shaking,” He stated, amused. You looked at him with begging eyes and it made him even more satisfied, “Where is that prideful look of yours now?"

Hell had a ring for each deadly sins,

For Lucifer, Superbia was a frozen lake.

But for you, 

It was Jake Seresin. 

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Do you accept dead! reader angst? If you do, can you write reader who asks the RoR characters will they miss them if they died? Maybe the reader got attacked by a random god who is jealous of their relationship with both gods and humans in the Ragnarok.

Dead reader is too sad for me, but I will write angst to fluff that is similar! The only one that I felt fit where this was taking me was Loki, so this will be a Loki only post!

-You were hugging Loki from behind as he was sitting down, a playful grin on both of your faces, as he was trying to ignore the feeling of your boobs on the back of his head, trying to ignore you, while you were wanting his attention.

-The two of you were in a stalemate!

-Your phone ringing took your attention away from getting Loki’s attention and you answered, hearing Aphrodite on the other side, wanting your opinion on some new products she got in for her salon and you told her you would be there soon.

-You hugged Loki again, “Oh my love~~ how terrible that I must leave you now~ please don’t miss me too much!!” the snort from him got a grin to rise on your face before he teased back, “I don’t think I would ever miss you!” you gasped in mock shock which got him laughing before you pecked his cheek, purposely missing his lips which made him pout and you ran out.

-It was several hours later when Loki received a call, he thought it was you, his eyes lighting up, but he frowned, seeing it was Hermes but answered, “Hello~”

-Hermes was frantic on the other side, “Loki! Get over to the Greek pantheon now! Y/N’s been attacked!!”

-Loki needed no other explanation, the smile off of his face for once as he took off, jumping out the window and flew right over, anger filling every inch of his being.

-He knew where you had been going, to Aphrodite’s salon, and his blood froze, seeing the crowd as Ares and Hercules were trying to keep everyone back from the salon.

-Hercules gave a small nod as Loki approached and he landed behind the crowd, seeing Hermes guarding the door.

-Loki felt his throat squeeze when Hermes turned, looking anguished before he caught Loki, preventing him from going in, “They’re trying to stabilize her now.”

-Hermes could easily sense that Loki was furious, seething before he spoke through gritted teeth, “What happened?”

-Hermes explained, from what Aphrodite told him, another goddess entered the salon, one who had a resentment against you as you had been the one to improve relationships between humans and gods, and that you were dating Loki, while you were only a ‘mere human’.

-The goddess attacked but with your skills in fighting, you had managed to fight, but you took a shot when she went after Aphrodite, knowing you would protect your friend, using your kind heart against you.

-Aphrodite, showing her incredible power, struck down this offending goddess, killing her almost instantly, which did annoy Loki, as he wanted to make the one who hurt his love suffer.

-You were taken back to the Norse pantheon, to the valkyries and their medical facilities.

-Loki had only managed to get a glimpse of your pale face, eyes screwed shut in pain, breathing harshly and he sat for hours outside of your room until he was allowed to go in.

-Loki was uncharacteristically quiet, as he had been thinking, for some reason, his mind started racing with terrible thoughts, wondering what he was going to do if you died. He didn’t want to lose you.

-His thoughts went back to your earlier conversation, and he remembered how his last words to you this morning were that he wouldn’t miss you. That was a lie, one that left a bitter taste in his mouth, he would miss you ever day if you died, and would never stop.

-He felt tears welling as his heart was racing, unable to stop thinking about you dying until a valkyrie walked out, “You are able to go in now, Master Loki.”

-In a blink he was by your side, you were laying in a slight incline, heavy bandages around your midsection, IVs in your left arm, and an oxygen mask over your mouth.

-You were awake and instantly smiled, relaxing, seeing Loki there.

-His eyes were trembling, seeing you in such a state, but you were still alive, tears stinging his eyes, biting his bottom lip.

-You smiled gently up at him, mouthing his name and he instantly melting into your arms, hugging you tightly, arms around you neck. You could feel his shoulders shaking and you knew he was crying, and your own eyes softened.

-Your free hand lifted, cupping the back of his head, stroking his hair gently, but you made no mention of his tears, not going to tease him, not this time.

-He refused all orders to leave, wanting to stay with you, laying in your bed with you, holding you, never wanting you to leave again.

-You were unable to keep your giggles hidden when Odin himself came in and dragged Loki out, after he had been calling for Loki for two days now to do his work.

-Loki called out for you comically, reaching out to you while you waved him off and he cried comically on how cruel you were before Odin rolled his eye, “Do your work, and do it right, and you can go back to Y/N.”

-Loki did his work at record pace, being done perfectly before he instantly was back to your side, cuddling you like you were going to disappear.

-He never mentioned it, but you knew that this incident had scared him, but you made no mention of it, it was scary for you too, when you were laying on the salon floor, bleeding out, all you wanted was Loki.

-The two of you made a silent promise to never say anything like that to each other again, as you would have never forgiven yourselves if that was the last thing that was said between you.

[lexxiie]

Hii I'm not sure if ur taking requests rn but if u are could u do Levi or Eren when they argue with they're s/o

sorry if it doesn't make sense

When You Argue With Them

It does make sense, don’t worry! Sorry it took me so long.

Fandom: Attack On Titan

Featuring: Eren, Levi, Zeke

EREN JAEGER

Now, Eren is a stubborn guy. He likes to be right, and most of the time, he genuinely believes he is. His pride only makes this slightly worse, an though he tries to be better, especially because of you, change takes time. He hates arguing with you, but it's really not that uncommon as he is aware that his personality makes it hard not to argue sometimes, still, he hates hurting you.

As I said, he's gotten considerably better at thinking before speaking when he starts to get irritated during an argument, always doing his best to avoid saying something he'll regret.

But on those unfortunate moments when he does fuck up, he'll instantly beat himself up mentally.

Especially if whatever he said ended up making you cry.

He'll immediately apologize, Eren doesn't really feel deserving of you, and those things only make him feel worse, like he's wasting your time by being with you.

And though is rare now, there are arguments where it'll take longer for him to cool down and recognize his mistakes.

But even then, while it might take longer for him to apologize, he'll never go to bed if you are mad at him. His nights are meant to be spent with you, there is not any other way.

It happened once at the beginning of your relationship, and he hated every single second of it. Never again.

He's learnt to apologize first, by the way, before you, he would NEVER.

And if you were in the wrong or just felt the need to apologize to him, he'll accept the apology gladly, being happy that you both can just go back to normal.

LEVI ACKERMAN

Now, Levi is no little kid, nor any sort of manchild. He doesn't see the point in wasting time arguing with the one he loves and is usually very matture at handling these things, however, the fact that he has no interest in arguing, can make it seem like he doesn't care whenever you are mad at him for something, which will sometimes only irritate you more, as if he didn't take you seriously.

As I said, he is a matture guy. If you talk to him about something that made you mad, he'll listen, and if he realizes that it actually was on him, he'll immediately apologize and ACTUALLY change.

However, sometimes, he asseses the situation and realizes that you might not be right, and he'll explain so to you. If you are unable to recognize your own wrongs, he'll just ignore your complaints, which is frustrating to you.

Still, if any of this upsets you enough as to make you cry, he'll instantly feel furious at himself.

He just really feels like he sometimes doesn't know how to interact with people, like he can't form bonds.

And you are one of the very few individuals with whom he feels like he is where he should. So when he hurts you, it feels like a step back, or as if maybe he had been lying to himself and he can't actually interact with you either without messing up like he does with most people.

And that sucks, he doesn't want to be the reason why you are hurting.

Overall, he will usually apologize sincerly, he isn't the type that would risk losing you because of his pride.

ZEKE JAEGER

He can be so mature sometimes, and such a damn manchild some other times... He doen't like to be told that he's wrong. He knows it most times, but has a hard time admitting to it. Zeke holds a lot of pride. He loves you, and does try to be a better man to you, but much like his brother, sometimes he's too stubborn to understand he fucked up soon enough.

He believes he really does know what's best for you, and though he does sees you as an equal, he acts as if he thought he was smarter or more capable than you sometimes.

This becomes even more evident if you are younger than him.

If you point it out, he'll deny it to the bitter end, and he truly doesn't see his own behaviour like that.

If his cynism goes far enough to make you cry, though... He'll feel really bad. Despite everything, he is in love with you. He doesn't want anyone to hurt you, much less himself.

Even if he is unable to actually comprehend how he fucked up, he knows he did.

He is able to apologize, but most of the time, his way to do it is just pretending it never happened, getting you a gift, or just approaching you to hug and kiss you.

Sometimes he doesn't want to bother you any further, so he'll avoid you, he misses you, but believes he's doing you a favor by removing himself from your presence.

Despite the way his attitude comes across, he knows you are way better than him, and does puts you before him all the time. He's aware he's emotionally difficult and cannot, for the life of him, understand why you love him so much.

But rest assured, he loves you even more.

MASTERLIST

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : 1-14 on Archive of Our Own

Content : 18+, Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Dom/Sub, Sadism/Masochism, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Breath play, Dirty talk.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 15: My head wasn't wired for this world

Chapter title is lyrics from "Avalanche"

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Oli was slouched over at the front of the stage, legs dangling over the edge near the barricades, looking out over the vast, dark and empty space, only dimly lit by a handful of spotlights throughout the arena.

When I slowly ascended the steps to the stage I pushed away the fear I felt about these types of spaces. While avoiding the stage completely was impossible when working on the touring team, I had always made my time on them as short as humanly possible, never actually taking in the view. 

There was just something about how you could be seen so clearly from the entire arena when you were up here that made me anxious, but the fact that only Oli and I were here made the whole experience a lot more palatable, so I crouched down and took a seat next to him and let myself look out over the empty floor and seats, still covered in the majority of tonight's confetti and debris.

“I’ve never really seen an arena like this before.” I said with wonder.

“You’ve worked with us for like a month now, how is that possible?” He didn’t look my way as he spoke flatly, clearly upset.

My response came a lot quieter than my previous statement, “I try to avoid the stage as much as I can.” 

Silence fell between us as I wasn’t sure how to approach the topics that were haunting us both, not even sure what I felt up for talking about.

“Thank you for last night. I was a bit of a mess.” Was the best I could come up with.

“Don’t worry about it.” Some of the bitterness emitting off of him dissipated, so I decided to take the plunge into the harder topic.

“I’m sorry about all this stuff with Mat.”

He huffed out a frustrated laugh, his eyes darting everywhere except in my direction.

“I feel like I’m going insane. Listening to you flirt with someone else…” His demeanour changed rapidly along with his tone of voice, now laced with anger, “Guess I had it coming after what I did to you at the party the other night.”

My heart sank. Did he really think I was doing this to hurt him?

“I’m not a vengeful person, Oli.” My own words came angrier than I’d intended.

He dropped his head, shaking it, appearing utterly defeated, “Then what the fuck are you doing, Alice…” He muttered.

“I don’t know.” I said, more to myself than him. 

As I watched him not being able to face me, my heart ached so much that I couldn’t take it anymore. I got to my feet and started to make my way towards the steps. But I could hear him moving behind me, and right before I could exit the stage he pushed in front of me, shooting me daggers.

He appeared furious, yet all I could feel was a huge sense of relief over the fact that he was finally looking at me.

“Mat’s a good man, charming too – a lot less troubled than I am.” As he spoke he stalked me backwards, clearly intent on not letting me leave yet.

But I didn’t mind, I wanted his attention.

I almost immediately hit the wall of the second stage level that had yet to be disassembled, and I was left with a view of the arena, swimming behind the man that had cornered me, staring down at me with such intensity that I wouldn’t have been able to tell whether he was about to fuck me or argue with me if it wasn’t for the context of the situation.

“Who said I want someone less troubled?” I asked, feeling an involuntary shiver of lust snake its way up my spine from his threatening approach.

“It’s not a stretch to assume, is it?” He took one last step towards me, not quite close enough to touch me, but close enough that I could feel the heat emitting off of him, “We’ve fought over women in the past – he tends to win.”

“I find that hard to believe.” I gingerly placed my hand on his warm chest, both because I couldn’t resist touching his bare, art covered skin over the buttons of his revealing jacket, but also because I wanted to show him where my attraction lay between the two men.

His gaze dropped to my hand before he shot me a bitter smile, “Women want to fuck me, not date me.” I swallowed and removed my hand, realising how my gesture had come across considering what he just told me, “At least not once they get to know me… I think the problem is we’re drawn to similar women, and that type of women tend to favour men like Mat in the end.”

While my feelings had obviously chosen Oli already, what he was saying made a surprising amount of sense, especially if you were the type of person who craved stability over passion. Yet I couldn’t help but feel like a complete imposter, clearly not worthy of either man's attention.

“Men generally don’t want much to do with me in either department.” I felt pathetic admitting it to him, and saying the words out loud somehow solidified how I didn’t belong here.

He watched me for a while, as if trying to make sense of what I was saying.

“Thought we agreed on no more lies, love.” While his words could have been construed as accusive, his tone was sweet, turning his sentence more flirty. But I didn’t feel flirty, I felt like the shy loser I’d been trying to run away from; I felt like the girl trapped living with a man she didn’t love, because she was too scared of the world.

The familiar burn of unshed tears began to sting at the back of my eyes, “It’s not a lie. I’m fucking broken.”

I tried to push past him but he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, and placed the other under my chin, guiding me to look at him as a lone tear ran down my cheek.

“Alice, that’s madness.” All the intensity on him had melted away, replaced with a soft and caring voice that matched the expression of his beautiful eyes.

“I can’t do this. I’m not made for this life.” I said quietly as I tried to keep the dam from bursting inside me, entirely too fed up with crying.

Frowning, he let go of my chin to dry my wet cheek, “Of course you are, life can be whatever you want it to be.”

“I have social anxiety.” I blurted out, trying to make him understand why I’m not right for him, for either of them.

“I know.” His response came immediately, completely unsurprised and unbothered. 

Of course he already knew, it couldn’t be more obvious from the way I behave on a daily basis.

My head dropped out of embarrassment, “How am I supposed to be with a celebrity when I can barely keep from stuttering when talking in front of more than two people at a time.”

“Your stutter’s adorable, anyone with half a brain cell can see that.”

When I dared to look back up at him, I was met by eyes swimming with adoration. But I decided that it was misplaced, that his perception of me was skewed and incorrect, so I kept pushing.

“Whenever I’m not distracted enough, I get so depressed I can barely leave my bed for weeks.”

He placed a hand on the wall next to my head and leaned in closer with a smirk, “Lots of things we can do in bed.”

I felt my cheeks flush at his words, but the pain remained, “Oli, please… I’m broken.”

His smirk fell away as he looked at me with sympathy, followed by a sigh, “I’ve got addiction issues, chronic nightmares, ADHD, and I also slip into depression at times. We’re all broken, love.”

His eyes lit up suddenly and the faintest hints of a smile reappeared on his lips.

“What’s your favourite colour?” He asked out of nowhere.

I couldn’t help but frown in confusion, “What?”

“Favourite colour.” He repeated, more demanding this time.

“I-I mean, blue I guess–”

“Favourite food?”

“Sushi. Why are you–”

He looked utterly appalled as he cut me off with judgement in his voice, “Fucking disgusting, you should reconsider that.”

I gasped, eyebrows knotting into a deep frown, “Oh please, you’ve probably never tried any good sushi– and before you argue that you don’t eat fish, there’s plenty of good options without it– also, rich coming from Mister I basically only eat things that are so processed I can’t even tell what’s in it!”

As I was ranting his whole face bloomed into an absolutely delighted smile, causing my annoyance to spread further.

“I love when you’re like this.”

My jaw dropped, “You like when I'm annoyed!?”

He chuckled, “Relaxed.”

“Trust me, I’m not relaxed.”

“Your guard’s down. You’re just yourself – wild opinions and all. I don’t get to see it too often. It’s mostly been when you’ve cussed me out, or when we…” His gaze dropped out of what seemed akin to embarrassment, and his smile turned significantly more suggestive, “You know.”

All the annoyance left me immediately at the sight of him struggling to talk about sex, causing me to adopt a more cheerful expression.

“I thought I was the shy one, you can’t even say it?” I teased.

A low and absolutely filthy laugh left him, “Honestly love, if I start talking about it I’ll just get hard, and I’d rather focus on getting to know you better right now.” Without skipping a beat he moved on to his next question, “Favourite animal?”

“And why is right now the time to get to know me?”

“Why not? Favourite animal.”

My smile grew as I looked at him. I couldn’t tell if this was an attempt to cheer me up by moving away from the dreary topic, or if this was his way of showing that he’s still interested in me, despite all my flaws – or maybe it was because Mat had gotten a chance to learn more about me and he felt left out. Regardless of the reasons, I wasn’t going to deny him this. 

“Cats.”

Disbelief painted his features, “Fuck off, dogs are so much better.”

“They slobber everywhere.” I retorted, scrunching up my face.

“Not all dogs, and cats are mischievous little bastards.”

“You should be able to relate then.” I don’t know how he did it, but he’d somehow managed to completely turn my mood around, and get me right back to feeling flirty.

The fight faded from him instantly at my remark, and he lowered his head with a grin. When his eyes returned to mine they were dark and playful.

“Favourite artist?” 

I paused, considering my response, “Is that a trick question?”

“Of course.” He responded, studying my face.

Suddenly his lighthearted demeanour began to shift, turning more serious. When his next question came it was asked with a distinctly more thoughtful tone, clearly punctuating that we’re venturing into significantly deeper waters.

“What’s a dealbreaker to you?”

As his eyes pierced mine I felt the moment turn heavy from the loaded question. I knew that these types of conversations were incredibly important to determine whether we were compatible at all. But there were always great risks to learning the answers, with the looming potential of completely derailing any thoughts of what could have been.

I felt my heart rate speed up as I decided to join him in the depth, addressing the thing that should have put an end to my last relationship years ago if it wasn’t for my fears.

“I.. don’t think I want children.”

He visibly relaxed at my response, “Good, cause I’ve had a vasectomy.”

A sense of relief washed over me, knowing I’d never have to worry about that pressure with him if we decided to take things further – and suddenly his willingness to cum inside me made so much more sense. For me it had always been an easy decision, having had an IUD for years.

The part where we both made ourselves vulnerable to disease however, that can’t be chalked up to anything besides the stupidity that so easily surfaces when you’re beyond a certain level of turned on, and common sense flies right out the window.

While I wanted to return the question to him, to learn what would rule me out as a potential future partner, I also found myself curious as to why he’d done something so permanent to prevent having children when there’s less invasive ways.

“How come? I mean, I understand not wanting children, but why something so… final?”

“I just don’t want to risk it. I’ve been sure I don’t want kids for a long time. It’s not that I dislike them or anything, but with all my issues I’ve really just wanted to focus on myself and what’s important to me,” Before he continued, a softness emerged in his tone of voice, ”...such as finding love, and making that person a priority in my life.”

Understanding that the last bit had been aimed at me, I felt the familiar discomfort bubble under the surface, so I decided to steer the conversation back on track.

“What about you, what’s your deal breakers?”

He answered immediately, his response dripping with bitterness, “Cheating.”

“That’s a given. What else?”

There was a pause this time.

“Being shut out emotionally.” He answered, hints of sadness emitting from him. 

His reply stirred up some confusion in me, an uncertainty whether he was referring to some of my behaviour, spoken as a pleading to let him into my heart. Or whether it had been in reference to something that happened in his past.

“Anything else?” He added.

It was my turn to think, but it didn’t take long.

“Someone trying to control me.”

He huffed out an amused laugh, “You sure about that? You seem to enjoy it a fair bit.”

I smiled back at him, “Not like that… Someone trying to make me something I’m not, which sounds daft cause I barely even know who I am anymore, but I just, I want space to figure that out.”

His hazel eyes swam with emotion as his hand reached for my cheek, the back of his fingers caressing my skin with the same tenderness as last night. While the gesture tugged at my heart, I couldn't for the life of me understand why he had any interest in someone like me.

“How can you be sure you have feelings for me, if I’m just a shell of a person?” I asked under my breath.

“I’m not sure that’s true, love.” He responded, speaking softly, “I know you’re kind, witty – incredibly sexy, and you’re working really hard to get to know and explore yourself, which I don’t just really admire, but it’s a journey I’ve been on myself for a while now.”

“What if I become something… undesirable?” As I asked my question that so clearly highlighted my insecurities, I was struck with the realisation that I wasn’t sure I’ve ever been this emotionally vulnerable with anyone before.

“I find that very hard to believe.” He scanned my face, “Is that what this is about, you’re scared I won’t like who you become?”

The truth is that I wasn’t sure I’d survive that intense degree of rejection. While mind numbing and soul destroying, it had been infinitely simpler to stay so void of personality for so long. At least then if someone disliked me it didn’t mean much at all. But if I grew into myself, accepted who I was as a person with opinions and interests, only for someone to decide that I wasn’t good enough? The thought of that alone was hard enough, I couldn’t even imagine the heartbreak if that level of rejection came from someone I actually loved.

“Part of it, but not all of it.” An honest answer without going into the specifics, or delving into the other reasons I’m full of uncertainty.

Some of the previous intensity made a reappearance on him, “It would be an honour to help you find yourself, love – no matter who you become.”

I looked away awkwardly, knowing how much he’d already kickstarted my self discovery, “In some ways you already have.” I opened and shut my mouth a couple of times before I found the words to continue, “I didn’t know I liked some things before… sexually.”

Suddenly his eyelids lowered, and so did his tone of voice, “Like being called a whore?” 

The way he emphasised the word immediately made my knees weak, and I had to lean more of my weight onto the wall behind me.

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I simply nodded.

A quick grin flashed over his lips as he gently placed his hand over my throat, causing my breath to hitch.

“Being choked…” 

His words sounded distant as his dark gaze was transfixed on his hand on me, 

“...Humiliated,” 

His thumb leisurely ran up my throat to graze my jaw.

I nodded again, a bit more shaky this time, which seemed to have snapped him out of the lustful state he’d clearly lost himself in for a moment, as his eyes shot back to mine, appearing more sober now.

He swallowed and let his hand fall away from me before stepping aside to lean against the wall next to me, leaving me unpleasantly cold after having relished the heat radiating off of him for so long.

We stared out into the dark space together for a beat before he continued speaking, allowing me some much needed time to collect myself, and slow my breathing that had apparently become quite laboured.

“I’ve done some similar things before, but it’s different with you, in a way that makes my past experiences seem shallow and meaningless.” His words still sounded distant, “I see it in your eyes, you know. It doesn’t just turn you on, does it? It's like you come alive from it.” He huffed out a small laugh then threw me a side glance, “Or am I just talking out my ass here?”

I tried to meet his eyes, but he instantly looked away when I turned my head towards him, as if fighting himself to not slip back into his previous carnal state, not ready to stop talking to me just yet.

“No, I think you explained it pretty well actually.” I answered, sounding just as flustered as I felt, made obvious by the way he shifted his body in discomfort as I spoke, letting his head rest against the wall as he shut his eyes for a second, appearing tense from the invisible restraints he’d put himself in. 

After taking a deep breath he pressed on, “Thing is, you’re so desperate for me to push you further and further that I’m constantly torn between holding back too much, or taking things too far. It makes me not trust myself,” He allowed himself to look at me as he spoke the next words, sounding apologetic, “...or you for that matter.”

My brows furrowed, “But, I promised I’d let you know if things go too far.”

He gave me a sombre smile, “Doesn’t matter if you don’t want to be safe, love.”

While his concerns made sense, my subconscious didn’t agree with him.

“I think that maybe you’re mistaking my trust in you for carelessness.”

It was his turn to frown. He studied my face for a long time with a contemplative expression, clearly deep in thought from my statement. After a while he looked away with a sigh. When his gaze travelled back to mine, it seemed he’d allowed himself to feel some of the lust he’d so valiantly attempted to push away, as if my counter argument had won during his internal battle. Because his eyes were suddenly dark and hungry – and his voice matched them perfectly.

“You like it when I scare you, don’t you?” 

My whole body reacted to the question, heating up, yearning – wanting to finally be touched, to be played with. Our conversation had gone on for so long, repeatedly slipping into desire, yet we’ve been continuously ripped away from it. The more times it happened the more desperate the both of us clearly grew.

As I slowly nodded in response to his question, his gaze fell to my dark lips, and a pained expression flashed over his features, “To be honest love, drives me wild to see some fear on you.” His eyes travelled back up to mine and his next words were spoken under his breath, “...How fucking wet you get from it.”

My pulse descended between my legs, soaking me further, adding to the wetness already lingering there from each time he’d turned me on tonight.

He held out his hand, indicating for me to take it. As I slipped my fingers into his open palm, he led me to stand before him.

“Take this off.” He murmured, giving my sweater a gentle tug.

I was suddenly acutely aware of our location. Knowing Oli repeatedly had me do compromising things in precarious places, I should have expected somewhere like this to be on the table. But since I was still relatively clothed underneath my sweater, I decided to go along with his request without overthinking it.

I slipped the sweater over my head to reveal the vulgar, silk dress, with a deep, plunging neckline underneath, along with the marks on my body that I hadn’t bothered using concealer on due to how well the fabric had hid them all. He immediately took the sweater off me, flinging the offending garment to the side of the stage where it disappeared into the darkness.

As he took in the sight of me, he released a long, ragged sigh, “Fucking travesty to cover this up.” 

He slipped a hand to the small of my back and crushed my body against his, and I could immediately feel the outline of his hard cock pressed against my stomach. 

At no point had I dared sneak a peek between his legs during our conversation, knowing I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else considering his attire.

Heat spread rapidly throughout my whole being at the sudden full body contact, causing my heart rate to speed up along with my breathing. I reached for his chest to steady myself against him, to feel him, digging my fingers into the bright red fabric of his cropped jacket, forcing it to shift under my hands and reveal more of the inkwork hidden there.

When my vision eventually ripped itself away from his chest in order to travel upwards, I was met with parted lips, and tufts of hair framing a delightfully lust-riddled face, so close to my own that our heavy breaths mingled.

A thumb appeared at my mouth, placing itself gently on my lower lip adorned by the dark, velvety lipstick.

“This is new for you.” He whispered with a flash of a grin, mesmerised by the sight of his thumb as it grazed along the lip, smudging the colour there, my mouth opening further from the intoxicating sensation, “...I love it.”

I was so lost in what he was doing to me that I’d completely forgotten where we were, which Oli decided it was time to correct, as he grabbed me by the hips to turn me around. The reminder of the view caused my eyes to widen, shyness creeping back in from every angle. But the man behind me pulled me flush against his warm and solid body again, causing me to effortlessly, eagerly melt back into him – back to the same intoxicated state he had me locked in mere moments ago, now with his cock nestled perfectly against my ass.

With his lips against my ear, dark hair falling into my peripheral vision, warm breaths fanning my cheek, all I could do was close my eyes and drown in him as his hands started roaming my body.

“No, open your eyes.” He whispered against my ear, one of his hands slowly caressing my inner thigh, with the other holding me firmly against him, splayed on my stomach.

I fulfilled his request, prying my eyes open, feeling the discomfort wash over me as I stared out into the massive, open space.

“Wouldn’t want you to forget where you are, now would we?” I could feel his lips twist into a smile against my ear as he spoke softly, clearly deriving great pleasure from my distress, further adding to my unease and arousal in equal parts.

The hand on my stomach began trailing upwards, caressing the bare skin between my breasts, so flimsily covered by the black silk.

“Do you have any idea how much I love to make you uncomfortable, my dear, sweet Alice?” His words came low as his lips moved along my ear, “...To watch you squirm, trying your very best to keep it together for me like a good whore.” 

His hand disappeared under the fabric, shifting it slowly to reveal one of my breasts to the empty arena. My heart rate sped up further, making me feel slightly lightheaded.

I felt his dick tense against me before he whispered, “Too much?”

Knowing that I’d probably be having a panic attack right now if I wasn’t in such a lust induced trance didn’t matter one bit – I knew I didn’t want to stop.

“No.” I breathed, nearly a moan.

My response made him cup my breast, playing with it, feeling the weight of it in his hand, causing his breathing to come heavier against my cheek before the hand on my thigh finally began travelling upwards, finally reaching my core, causing my own breath to catch, grabbing for his arms that snaked around me to further steady myself.

“Do you wanna be fucked right here, on stage?” He whispered, nestling his head closer to mine, causing more of his hair to fall into my vision.

I nodded against him, my open mouth panting as his fingers circled my clit.

He breathed out another whisper, “You’re that fucking desperate for me?”

Gooseflesh began spreading over my skin from his teasing, demeaning questions.

“Yes.” I breathed, causing him to release a low, devilish laugh that vibrated against my back.

“Of course you are.”

To my disappointment, the fingers between my legs disappeared, only to immediately reappear beneath my mouth. 

“I’d love to fuck this pretty, painted, little mouth of yours.” The warm and slick fingers followed the shape of my lower lip as he spoke, leaving wet skin behind – at no point actually touching the lip itself, as if to preserve the colour there.

Suddenly his hands fell away before he grabbed me by the hips again, pushing me off of him.

“Down on your knees.” He demanded as I struggled to stay upright without the solid body to lean against.

When I turned around he was already reaching for his belt, where his hard cock was pulling the already tight fabric awkwardly taut, his intoxicated expression confirming that he was every bit as desperate for this as I was.

I eagerly fell to my knees before him, watching in anticipation as he took his time unbuckling his belt.

“Now, we’re gonna test you a bit, love.”

I ripped my eyes away from his bulge as he spoke, in order to look up at him, instantly consumed with excitement from the promise of the mysterious trial to come.

“You’re gonna be good for me and tap my leg if I take it too far.”

He finished with his belt and unbuttoned the trousers, only leaving the zipper left to undo, but he stopped to lean forward, taking hold of my chin with a more sober expression, hair falling over his pleading eyes as he looked down at me, “I’m trusting you here, yeah?”

I swallowed, understanding the personal significance of his statement. So I tried my best to fight through the cloud of desire I was so hopelessly lost in to deliver my words with as much sincerity as I possibly could.

“I’ll tap, I promise...”

There was a punctuated sense of intimacy as we stared into each other's eyes, something infinitely deeper at play than carnal needs. While I’d managed to place my trust in his hands, expecting him to keep me safe as we explored, up until now I haven’t returned the favour. He was asking me to meet him halfway, allowing him to relax and not overextend himself as he looked after me, handing me his rarest commodity – trust, begging me not to break it.

“...You can trust me.” I whispered, to further clarify that I understood the gravity of his request.

An unreadable emotion flickered over his features before he let go of my chin and leaned back, undoing the zipper that had already started to slip from the pressure of his length pushing on it. It sprung free with a bounce, the head glistening from the precum collecting there, his trousers sliding down to reveal his art covered thighs.

I felt my mouth begin to water at the sight, overcome with an intense need to taste it right now, but as I leaned in his fingers laced into my hair and held me in place.

“Only use your tongue, love.” He breathed, and while keeping his fingers in my hair, his hand relaxed, allowing me to move freely again.

I instantly took advantage of my freedom, darting my tongue out to taste the precum, licking it off of him, relishing the taste as I watched the veins of his length grow more defined from my actions.

When I was satisfied with my work, having gotten most of the delectable liquid in my mouth, I moved to the base of his cock, looking up at his glazed over eyes barely visible though his unruly locks, the unwavering gaze locked on me as I let my tongue travel along his length eagerly. The sensation caused a ragged breath to leave him, along with his dick to tense and bob upwards, touching my lips on the way down, leaving an imprint of my mouth behind in the dark, contrasting colour of my lipstick.

As soon as my tongue had flicked off the tip, his fingers in my hair grabbed me again.

“Let’s see how much you can take.” His words came deep and rough, then he guided my open mouth over his head, pushing me further and further down his shaft until it threatened to cause my gag reflex to kick in, but he kept pushing me down on his cock until it hit the back of my throat. Right before I felt myself begin to gag, he released a sound so incredible I felt my pussy throb between my legs, then pulled me off of him.

“Not bad, love.” He breathed, sounding even more inebriated with lust than before. When my eyes managed to focus again, I took in the vision of his slick cock before me; a clear imprint of my lips around it, showcasing exactly how much I’d been able to fit in my mouth, which had been more than I’d expected.

I looked up at him with a proud smile, a quick smile flashed back at me before returning to his previous intoxicated state.

“Open up.” He murmured, before quickly pushing me back down on him as soon as my lips parted enough to let him in. I placed my hands on the warm and art covered skin of his thighs to steady myself as he guided me to suck him in long strokes. His hand fell away from me entirely, allowing me the ability to pleasure him on my own terms.

More ragged breaths and small moans started to slip from his lips, so I looked up to enjoy the sight of him as I worked his cock; his chest was heaving, head leaned against the wall with his eyes shut, his expression flickering to a pained desperation every so often.

“Fuck, you’re doing incredible things.” He breathed, nearly whimpered out, through his other delicious noises, right before his eyes snapped to meet mine, the familiar aggression so prominently on display there.

His fingers shoved their way back into my hair, to hold me firmly in place about halfway down his shaft. But then his other hand appeared in front of my eyes, suddenly pinching my nose shut. My eyes widened in surprise, causing his eyelids to grow heavy as he watched me realise what was going on.

An exhilarating rush of mixed emotions washed over me, intensified by the fact that I didn’t have a full lungs worth of air in me. I felt my nails dig into his thighs as I was entirely too quickly running out of air. Seconds passed and I could feel more precum spill into my mouth, making it obvious how much he was enjoying the sight of my struggle. But his eyes were watching me intensely, expecting – hoping I would put an end to this when I was ready.

Another beat passed and I felt myself grow increasingly desperate for air, so I did as I’d promised; I tapped his leg.

He instantly pulled me away from his cock, letting go of my nose in the same motion. 

I slumped forward before him, inhaling sharply several times to catch my breath. 

When I’d recovered enough to sit back up, my vision was swimming with his hand working his length as he waited for me, causing the lipstick left there to smudge and fade.

“You’re doing so good, love.” He said with adoration in his voice.

I felt a depraved smile grow on my lips before I parted them for him, indicating that I wanted more.

He huffed out a breath, a smile tugging at his own lips from my eagerness, before his hand slipped back into my hair to guide me into the same position as moments ago.

“Take a deep breath this time, love. Let’s see how long you hold it for me.” He said under his breath. As soon as I inhaled he placed his hand over my nose again, restricting my breathing completely.

Immediately I tasted more precum entering my mouth, followed by the sensation of my own juices running down my thigh. I was in heaven, completely and utterly blessed as I felt the steady pulse of his heartbeat through his cock on my lips, on my tongue, as he was getting off on withholding something so vital from me as air.

Without realising it, my eyes had fallen shut as I was enjoying the sensations and trying to focus on preserving my air supply so I could stay like this for longer.

“Look at me.” His voice came so low and desperate, when my eyes met his again they were glowing with hunger.

I felt his hand in my hair grip me tighter, pushing me further down his shaft with a shaky exhale, his cock tensing in my mouth as my tongue moved along it.

“You’re incredible.” He said so quietly it was barely audible before he gently started moving his hips against me, slowly fucking my mouth, instantly increasing the difficulty of my already challenging task.

Once again I felt my nails involuntarily dig into his thighs as I struggled, which seemed to only spur him on as a particularly delectable moan left him followed by several ragged breaths, his fingers venturing deeper into my hair, pushing me down on him further, almost as deep as when he was testing me. Suddenly I was fighting against my gag reflex as well as my need for air, and in my overwhelmed state I’d apparently shut my eyes again.

“Keep your fucking eyes on me.” He demanded, a lot louder than anything else we’ve said on the stage tonight, causing a small echo to travel throughout the vast space of the arena.

I could taste more precum as I pried my eyes back open, the man above me emitting a restrained, desperate energy, his dark eyes completely glazed over. My need for air was reaching a breaking point, I began pushing at his thighs out of reflex, not actually wanting to come up for air just yet, but he held me firmly in place – knowing that’s not what we agreed on. When I didn’t tap he pushed me down on him harder, this time pressing himself against the back of my throat with a moan, sending a shiver of lust throughout my body despite my obvious discomfort. But that was the last thing I got to enjoy before the moment had to come to an end, as it was time to tap.

The millisecond my hand hit his thigh he was already pulling out, knowing how far I’d pushed myself. After I’d collapsed against him, I clung to his leg as I recovered, coughing from the sensation of fullness still lingering in my throat where he’d pushed down on me.

This time he didn’t leave me enough time to recover though, his hand slipping right back into my hair, guiding my breathless face back into his view.

“You look perfect like this.” He whispered, working his soaking dick in long strokes over me, shaking the hair out of his eyes as he panted heavily. His words and the sight of him caused a tired smile to blossom on my lips, feeling high as a kite from arousal after having been played with in new, wonderful ways.

“All messy and breathless…” The grip on my hair tightened as his strokes came faster, “Do you have any idea how tempting it is to cum all over you right now? Have you walk to the dressing room fucking covered in it.” His expression shifted into a sadistic smile, sending more shivers throughout my whole body. He exhaled sharply, “Giving me that look doesn’t help, love. It’s only making me want to do it more.”

He’d made a similar statement at the afterparty, in the end he’d cum in my mouth instead. But I knew this time was different; I was already a mess, and the dressing rooms weren’t that far away. I couldn’t tell if I was negotiating with myself or not, but somehow the reward outweighed the risk massively, as I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more in this moment either. Just the thought of him coming all over me on the stage he mere hours earlier performed in front of thousands of people, elicited a type of thrill that I wasn’t sure I’d experienced before. When I opened my mouth to speak I could feel my heart pounding between my legs, feeling dizzy from arousal and breathlessness.

“Please, just cover me.” I breathed – a flustered whisper, causing his expression to turn even more desperate, his breathing coming rough and quick as his gaze travelled along my body. I looked down to see clear liquid pooling on his tip, obviously close to the edge, confirmed by his strokes slowing down significantly. My eyes snapped back to him, his head rolled back for a moment before looking back down on me with extremely heavy eyelids. His strokes turning jerky as the warm liquid fired over me, the first shot landing on my lips, I instantly darted my tongue out to taste it before I felt it dripping down my chin, dripping into my lap, joined by the second shot that hit my throat, running down between my breasts as he groaned and sighed.

“Fuck.” He breathed in delight as the third shot covered my face, but thankfully missed my eyes.

He was barely done coming when his hand fell away from my hair.

“On all fours, now!” He demanded as he shoved me to face the empty seats. As soon as I fell forward in the right direction, he pushed into me with ease as my skirt had already hiked up on its own accord from kneeling. I felt myself instantly lose control of my body as he moved inside me; I moaned entirely too loud, trying to stop myself, knowing someone might hear me, but the sounds just kept coming as his fingers dug deep into the flesh of my hips, pounding me hard and fast, my whimpers and moans mingling with the slapping sounds that echoed all around us. His exhales and moans joined mine, as he suddenly fell forward on top of me, my arms giving out from the impact. I was delightfully crushed by his weight, heaving breaths and moans being exhaled next to my ear, with more warm liquid filling me up with each pump.

When he was done, the only sound that remained was our laboured breathing.

“Fucking hell, love…” He started, his voice rough and unsteady, “It’s been a while since I came twice in a row.”

Without giving either of us any time to recover, he pushed himself up, pulling out in the same motion, eliciting one last moan from me. I heard the clanging of his belt as he was already putting himself back together. I don’t know how he’d sobered up so quickly as I was completely out of it; freshly pounded, breathless, and dripping of cum.

“I’ve made a right mess of you,” He muttered, still sounding shaky and short of breath, but he was clearly in a rush, “let’s get you sorted.”

A hand appeared on my shoulder before I got rolled onto my back, feeling like a ragdoll. I looked up at his flushed face as he slipped his hands under my body, collecting me in his arms with ease before stalking off with me.

All I could do was cling to him as he swept me away from the stage, my mind entirely too blank – entirely too happy, to feel any anxiety about my state, or who might see me like this.

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MASSIVE TGCF SPOILERS. DO NOT ENGAGE UNLESS YOU'VE FINISHED THE BOOKS.

Xie Lian spent like 800 years being terrified of the white calamity. He'd go deathly scared at the mention of his name. In his presence he'd start having all forms of mental breakdowns, trembling and screaming and crying. Yet the second he found out who he was.....there was none of that.

It was almost amazing, and it can be chalked up to Xie Lian prioritising the safety of his friends, but he wasn't even angry. You'd think all those years of fear would turn to rage but what Xie Lian seemed to feel the entire time...was a large amount of confusion.

Like his brain was going: You? You're the one who's hurt me all my life? But that doesn't make sense. I thought....I thought you liked me. All this time I thought you were being kind because you saw in me potential that I could no longer see in myself. When I was around you, you made all the scary monsters go away. I no longer had a reason to be afraid. I never once felt scared of you.

And that's where it clashes. Xie Lian's fear of this unknown monster that had no origin but insisted on haunting only him dissipates when compared to how safe he often felt around Jun Wu. Now that he understood that Jun Wu, aka his father figure, wouldn't ever kill him, he didn't feel scared anymore, just confused. Like "Why did you do it then? You're the most powerful being in our universe. You had nothing to gain so why did you hurt me?" He chased the answer to that question all the way to Guoshi.

Me personally, I was furious with Jun Wu, I felt he was an unforgivable monster. He had no business doing the shit he did to Xie Lian, especially when Xie Lian didn't cause him any harm. Xie Lian was therefore confusing me by not being angry, just curious. He wanted to know why. So he sat down and listened to Guoshi's story with more enthusiasm than I ever expected. He wanted to know all about Jun Wu's past and even sympathised with it (Xie Lian's a better person than most of us). Even the final scene with the bamboo hat. All those years of fear, I guess, got beat away by Hua Cheng's love and his friends standing by his side and Xie Lian realising that the monster wasn't actually a monster. It was a person, who was once as cursed and unlucky as he was. A person who no one had loved and was crying out like a wounded child.

Xie Lian might not forgive Jun Wu for what he did but he's not particularly angry with him. He just sees through all of it now. Like the unmasking in Scooby-Doo when the Ghost was just a bitter employee.

We might have wanted a bigger reaction out of him but Xie Lian has always been the 'best-revenge-is-living-well' kind of guy. Plus, he was also tired. It's been 800 years, he's got a boyfriend. Jun Wu kinda has one too. How about they just leave each other alone. Xie Lian would like that very much.