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kolyasangel · 11 months ago

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6:09 a.m.

synopsis: after nikolai insists, you and him both spend a very long and passionate night together...

content: fem!reader, dom!nikolai, nsfw, aftercare, a bit of fluff, mdni

One more round.

One more round is what Nikolai had promised a few hours ago. Yet here he was, thrusting deep into you relentlessly like there was no tomorrow. However, you didn't mind, for you allowed him to do so with a weak voice after he begged you for another every time. He was just that good at getting everything he wanted. Missionary was what he decided for this supposed last round, wanting to end it off with a romantic position, as he put it. You and Nikolai had been at it for hours now, trying different positions, taking time to explore each other's bodies, basking in the glow of all the overwhelming pleasure. It was exhausting, sticky, and sweaty— all of the above times two. Nikolai's endurance was no joke, though, after many hours, his signs of tiredness were finally starting to show through.

This didn't happen often, where you would stay up all night loving each other like this, a rare occurrence, actually. But Nikolai's dramatic tirade last night of claiming he would die without a goodnight kiss was what started this in the first place, and things escalated rather quickly from there, fueling his hunger to indulge in you.

"Fuck, harder!" A loud moan elicited from Nikolai as you pulled on his hair, his deep tone sending a shiver up your spine. It was one of his favorite things you did during sex, and he even encouraged you to be rougher and harsher with him. It's not like you could hurt him easily, at least not physically, anyway.

You felt bad for your neighbors who had to hear the lewd noises coming out of Nikolai's mouth at the ungodly hours of three to four a.m., most likely disrupting their sleep. You wouldn't be surprised if you got a noise complaint sooner or later today, even though you tried your best to tame him. You smacked him, clawed at his back, and harshly pulled at his hair too many times to count in an attempt to get him to be quiet, but that was an obvious mistake on your part because your actions only made it worse, eliciting louder moans and harder thrusts from him like he was a dog in heat. It shouldn't surprise you that Nikolai is a fucking freak, that he already alluded to a long time ago.

“Kolya, I'm.. I'm almost—”

Nikolai's face was buried into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin that was invading his senses, his hot tongue making its way through slightly parted lips to drag along raw bite marks and hickeys that littered your skin, all while his throbbing cock drove deeper into you. His big hands were on either side of you, gripping the sheets with glistening fingers still coated in slick.

"Yeah, baby? Just a little bit more, 'kay? I'm close too.." he cooed.

The backs of your hands were on your face covering your eyes, unwilling to meet his gaze while you looked like a vulnerable mess, shuddering from the blissful yet almost unbearable pleasure he graced you with. Nikolai noticed this and pulled your hands away from your face, making you look right at him as he intertwined his fingers with yours. Your glassy eyes and red face were so so cute to him. He loved how you looked in this moment, even if you felt embarrassed and didn't want him to look at you. He was the one doing this to you, making you feel so much pleasure that you were unable to string a sentence together. His face didn't match his brutal pace at all, every roll of his hips sending you into complete ecstasy.

One more thrust and you felt like you would unravel.

“A-Ah— Mmh!” He covers your mouth to muffle your noises.

"You're being so loud you know, wouldn't want to get you in trouble, now. Would we?" He removed his hand, returning to hold yours while eyeing the small pout on your lips that formed from his words.

"You're the loud o—Mfh!"

Nikolai latched his lips onto yours as he pounded into you, those last few pumps sending both of you over the edge and making you finally release for the nth time.

"F-Fuck yeah.." Nikolai moaned into your mouth as he rode out his high, his voice making you even more dizzy than you already were.

Once he opened his eyes again after ravishing in his high, his fingers swept some hair that was sticking to your forehead aside. Despite being absolutely drunk in pleasure, he was still being so sweet to you, checking up on you every hour or so to make sure you were holding up from the tiring activity. It was obvious he had taken a toll on you, taking the hints of your fucked out state and panting as signs of clear exhaustion. He chuckled a bit and slowly pulled out of you, groaning in the process as you were still clenching around him.

You fell back on the mattress dramatically as soon as he was out, closing your eyes.

"I think I wore you out completely." he laughed.

"What time is it?" You ask as you rub your eyes, your vision still blurry from tears.

Nikolai reached for his phone on the nightstand, checking the time. He held out his phone to you, pointing at the screen while wiggling his eyebrows. "My my, we spent so long together."

"Just read it, I can't see clearly right now."

"It's 6:09, very fitting time don't you think?" He smirked, giggling at his own joke.

You lightly hit his chest and turn your head to the window, noticing how the sun started to rise. Light seeped through the curtains, the sun finding its grasp on your skin, the subtle rays making themselves visible on the creases in the sheets.

He rubbed the spot where you hit him and laughed. "Feeling feisty, are we? I like this side of you."

"I can tell by the way you wouldn't shut the hell up."

"Aww, are you cranky? Want me to fix it?" His hand trailed up your thigh again before you slapped it away.

"Kolya, I'm tired.." You whined, feeling too disoriented and tired for his antics.

He only smiled before grabbing your face to plant a huge smooch on your lips, followed by multiple forehead kisses.

"I know honey, I'll take care of you. I'll go get you some water, okay?" He got off the bed and left the room, and you shamelessly stared at his bare state while he did so. He returned a few minutes later with a cool glass of water for you. Bringing the glass to your lips, he helped you sit up and drink, making sure you down the water carefully.

"Need anything else?" He asked, sweeping some hair that kept falling over your face behind your ear and planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. You shook your head, placing the glass on the nightstand before your eyes trailed, watching him put his boxers on.

Nikolai leaned back to stretch before reclining onto the mattress, his toned arms relaxing above his head, revealing the marks you left and the sheen of moisture glistening like diamonds on his body. Scratches covered his whole back and arms, and a wave of heat washed over you, realizing that you were the one who did that to him. He looked so pretty lying in bed like that, his eyelids fluttering closed. Not to mention, he had the cutest bedhead and a raspy voice from being so vocal.

"I'm exhausted.. let's stay in bed and sleep for the rest of the day." He said as you moved lower to press your lips on his arms to soothe any discomfort you may have caused him to endure, causing a smirk to fall upon his lips. You took all the more severe repercussions, but you're still taking the time to kiss him better. He moved his arm around to rest on your thigh instead, kneading the flesh to ease the soreness in your muscles.

After a few minutes of massaging you, Nikolai shuffled closer to wrap his strong arms around your waist, resting his head on your chest. The gentle heave of his chest relaxed you after what had just ensued— it never failed to, always bringing you back to your senses. You ruffle his fluffy hair, running your fingers through his soft locks and caressing the nape of his neck, resting your hand there for a bit to feel the warmth of his skin and his sweat.

"Do you want to shower?" You ask him in a softer voice.

"In a bit, I just want to stay like this right now." He hummed contently, looking up at you with a playful grin painted on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're pretty." He says before laying his head back down, his fingers tracing patterns on your heated skin.

"Go to sleep, you're tired too."

"Can't, dove. I feel so awake now after seeing you so I wanna stare at you instead."

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unsoundedcomic · 9 months ago

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Whumptober 2024 - 09 - "Obsession"

Ruckmearkha prefered male spiderpaws because he understood the cock, the hunt, the need to hold a weaker creature down and destroy it so no one else could ever have it again. This was the most correct and natural urge. Some female spiderpaws had this too but it was rare, and strange, and somewhat distasteful to the efheby. They were made to be prey. There were sheep that bit too, but no one laid awake at night fearing their teeth.

Regardless, rarely, Ruckmearkha encountered a woman whose fragrance caused his venom glands to swell taut as ripe hedgeapples, and the scent patch across to chest to weep its coffee-coloured ichor. Sometimes… sometimes they excited.

One night, Ruck was so freshly awakened from the ogre caves that the earth still circled the roots of his tentacles, and crusted like sleep in his bleary eyes. Few dreams blossomed in that long, tarry hibernation. It had been an impression of viscera that had stirred him; of intestines uncurling from a slit stomach. He knew the smell of opened bowels, of fecal stink and the stinks of chewed food and acrid bile that progressed towards it. He'd rolled over and wanted to see those colours and smell that aroma again.

Trailing ogre earth still, he'd come across the crime scene too late. She'd been gone. But the victim remained: a young woman gutted beneath a pier, her insides now outside and the little crabs picking through them like finicky crones fingering melons at the market.

Ruck marvelled at the glistening organs all acrawl with arteries, besotted with blood. He found spiderpaws more beautiful beneath their skin. Clever little constructs, their soft flesh tented across sturdy frames, their most important secrets hidden in ivory cages.

Through a moonless night he'd followed the killer's bloody footprints, burning with a desire to win an aesthete, or at least someone whose soul would be heavy with uncommon traumas. Most spiderpaws were the same, he'd found. They wore identities like the most superficial clothing; the bodies beneath were all of too like a kind.

He did not let this body scream. When he tracked the motion of a woman turning towards him, startled, from a black doorway, he shot forward and upon her with all the weight of a god's judgement. Her bloody knife flew off into the night. His great shoulders splintered the door frame as he crushed her squirming panic to the ground, tentacles gone rigid around her smaller head, her torso, her arms, locking her to him. Two inches of fang punched through her neck. His glands pumped once, twice. The ecstasy of an efheby's purpose thrilled through him, jolting from the back of his tongue to the fire now awakened in his loins.

In an efheby, those loins were like a stag's horns. His prick existed to assert dominance. It rose and penetrated to humble a rival.

But no rival here. Only a curiosity. The most helpless and mewling scream gurgled from her, battling in her throat around the liquid intrusion of golden venom and her own coursing blood. With his huge right hand Ruck sought her mouse heart, massaging it through her back. Beat on, beat on, don't quit yet! It obeyed, a second syringe, dominated by the potent poison of his bite to palpitate in an alien rhythm. She grew slack even as she gasped, but it was not a distressed sound. She was happy! And Ruck was happy - as he had always been happy - that the rodents so seemed to worship and enjoy his attention.

Long starved, the efheby gnawed at her neck and could not stop his overfull glands from pumping again and again, swelling her beyond anything she could survive. Her body filled with him. Her skin puffed and lifted away from her bones. Venom seeped like liquid sunlight from her eyes and nostrils. She glowed burning hot in his hands, vibrating with her own pulse. He loved her in that instant more than-- why, more than he'd loved anything in the last few instants, haha!

Around her his bulk knotted, and they became a single amber muscle of feasting and need and adoration. His scent patch gushed, washing her in sticky ownership. She was claimed. She was his. She would never be anyone else's.

He let her soak. The night watched. An owl hooted far away, hearing the successful hunt. Envious? Haha!

Then Ruckmearkha began to drink his mouse.

Captured by the net of his venom, all the murderess' long years and longer soul hissed between his lips and down his abyssal throat. A prize this young he would drink all in one gulp.

Bitter terror of infancy, sweet nectar of childhood. With adolescence came complexity, and this was always Ruckmearkha's favourite. That first bloom of lust in untried parts; always a disappointment when dulled by shame, but no, no shame here. She had kissed a girl and realised she'd found where she belonged.

Ruck shifted his hold on her. The tentacle securing her head to his mouth dug between her lips, down her throat, but she was beyond feeling; beyond caring. A niggling tickle of blood rolled down his temple but was wiped away by the small hand there. Then it stroked her hair and he told her - secretly, wordlessly, in the whisper only he could whisper - that he would protect her forever.

Because the girl she had loved had not. The girl had been beaten by her father, and was too afraid to run away with her lover to some promised land for which she could show no receipts. Ruckmearkha tasted the rage that had risen in her then, and though it was a very familiar flavour, he radiated approval. Yes. The knife had slashed. And it had not slashed only to kill, but to torment, to open the inside to the outside, to splay open to the night what she had wanted for herself but which she would have to steal because it would never be given.

The body still was alive when Ruck swallowed the last of its secrets. To obscure his bite, he instinctively twisted off its head, threw it far away, slithered repulsed from the mess. Would the rodents say the father had killed his daughter and her demonic friend in order to restore his honour? Were they still doing that?

It would not surprise him!

Always little changes, here and there, every time he awoke. But never too changed. Always, in some way, deeply familiar. And may the simpering motherfuckers remain so, if they valued their future.

#unsounded #whumptober

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kwamiwayzz · 5 months ago

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Class of '09 Fic Rec List

(Art by Phrogpole on Twitter)

I created a doc sometime ago that included fic recs outside of Jecka/Nicole, but it ended up getting to a point where I started adding fics for pairings that I haven't read (or if I'll even read). It started feeling less honest, and I didn't want to bullshit it. So, now I'm creating this to include any fics I've read that I enjoyed or thought were good/well-written.

General:

Nicole-Fucking-Yu by VirginiaBurke - A fic that starts off similarly to the games, but Nicole is half-Asian. As someone who follows the Wasian Nicole headcanon pretty hard, this was such fun read. Unfortunately, it's incomplete, and I'm not sure if the author plans on updating it or finishing it. It's an interesting character study as well since Nicole's added minority status puts an extra layer to how she interacts with others and how others interact with her.

Solemates by Queen_Bae - Formatting issues aside, I think for the author’s first fic, this had some of the best characterization of Nicole that balances between maintaining her cluster B behavior with some of her more sympathetic traits. It also manages to merge two routes from Flip Side in a satisfying way that makes the canon version feel more like fanfiction than this one.

Life’s Like This by nutal - For people who just played Flip Side and were devastated by that one ending where Jecka left Nicole hanging, this is for you. The dialogue of Jecka trying to convince Nicole not to off herself was pretty funny and sweet. It's also considered a friendship fic which was why I didn't include this in my previous Jeckole fic rec lists.

Aricole:

I Won’t Lose (You) by ThaneOfVainglory - It's a Dead Dove fic in the sense that the themes and abuse are very heavy here. This is a canon divergent fic where Nicole tries to convince Ari to keep dating her after the counselor gave Ari the unintentional revelation that she was in an abusive relationship. Don't expect any happy endings for any character here, including Nicole, because the whole atmosphere of this fic hones in very closely on how vile Nicole can be. Personally, it may not be my favorite version of her, but reading the descent of their relationship was so interesting. If you're looking for a dark fic, especially an Aricole one, this one is for you.

Fishing For Love by ThaneOfVainglory - Ari and Nicole go on a fishing trip with Ari's dad. As usual, Nicole is an asshole here. What's new? But I think what I liked about this fic was how the codependency was written, even if it was only stated (not exactly shown) when Nicole was talking to Ari's dad. Despite Nicole being demeaning to Ari, Ari doesn't mind it (to an extent; or maybe she continues to gaslight herself, who knows). She's trying to work shit out in her fucked up brain, but the thought of being alone terrifies her to no end.

In Sickness And In Health by ThaneOfVainglory - I mostly thought the way the Aricole dynamic was written was pretty interesting. Ari falls ill, and it's the one time Nicole thinks to herself if she actually cares about her through all the abuse.

Off Target by Progman - The dynamic here is as fucked up and toxic as it gets for Aricole. Maybe not to the same degree as how ThaneOfVainglory writes them, but close enough.

Emicole:

Ecstasy by uxugxrl - As someone who doesn't really read a lot of Emily/Nicole, this fic captured Emily's unmedicated BPD brain pretty well (at least in my opinion). Emily worships the ground Nicole walks on, yet won't hesitate to slice her if she as so much seems to be looking down on her.

#class of 09 #fic rec list #i also do highly recommend thane's fics for ppl who want to go off the deeper end of toxic yuri #but i also understand that it wont be everyone's cup of tea #if anyone wants the in-progress google doc just ask #i might even redo the whole thing for it to be just jeckole #turtle speaks

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teencopandthesourwolf · 9 months ago

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STFU!

for the @sterekdrabbles 30/09/24 challenge. the prompt words were VORACIOUS, LOUD, and MILK. also tagging @sterekdrabblesgonelong as this ended up going long (884 words) xp

also found HERE on ao3 (where you can check the tags)

rating: EXPLICIT

Derek finally caves, thank fucking fuck, and succumbs to Stiles's feral wiles, allowing him to drag that disgustingly hot wolfy-ass beneath Stiles's not exactly fresh and not exactly sexy bed sheets for what is the B-movie prelude to (god willing!) the night's main event, the one that is hopefully going to see Stiles Stilinski get royally railed to within an inch of his Gay Virgin life.

Stiles—who is albeit inexperienced in this particular department but absolutely making up for that with a voracious sort of enthusiasm, thank you very much—is in the middle of sucking Derek off sloppy-style, the werewolf's not-actually-knotted cock (boo!) mercilessly bumping the back of Stiles's throat. Honestly, Stiles is absolutely loving the fact he's never had a gag reflex, and by all accounts so is Derek, only just as Stiles's watery eyes slip shut again there's a sudden and confusing thwap of something hot and sticky landing on his face that turns out to be a mix of precome and spit that's flicked up into Stiles's bangs and eyelids and fucking eyelashes. Stiles is about to try and do something about it when Derek is abruptly manhandling him to skillfully flip their positions, the werewolf now suddenly the one with a mouth stuffed chock-full of steel-hard cock (Stiles's. It's Stiles's cock, ohmyfuckinggod is it ever!).

Stiles is instantly shrieking Derek's name like a lunatic at having that brand-hot mouth clamped around his hard-on, so loud Derek has to shove all four fingers of his left hand into Stiles's mouth to essentially gag him—which will hopefully desist the neighbours from calling the Sheriff to tell Stiles's old man his only son could be getting his throat ripped out by a wild animal of unknown description.

It embarrassingly takes no time at all of Derek swallowing Stiles down like a champ (and giving his balls a glorious beard rash for him to jerk off over tomorrow) for Stiles to be dangerously close to shooting his load—directly into what feels likely to be Derek's fucking stomach at this point, because jesus fucking christ he's gonna come hard.

After another couple of dizzying seconds of unadulterated ecstasy, Stiles has to start slapping haphazardly and manically at the ball of Derek's shoulder with the palm of his hand, as if they're in a wrestling ring and he's desperately trying to tap-out of a full nelson.

“Nonononono!” he pleads. “Stopstopstop, Der, please, god, you gotta—or I'm gonna, y'know, and I'll—and it'll happen, and—oh shiiiiiiit, oh, man, oh, fuck, you cannot keep doing that with your tongue, big guy, seriously, or it's gonna be game over before it's even properly begu—oh my god!” he splutters like a fool, even more insistent in his rambling than usual with the insane levels of pleasure now shooting throughout every fibre of his body, like a trillion miniscule lightning strikes, all hitting him at once.

Derek completely ignores him, because of course he does, just keeps dangerously swirling his gorgeously warm wet tongue around what is definitely the most intense boner of Stiles's eighteen years on this planet. It's like his dick is not actually a dick at all but Derek's favourite flavour of popsicle. Amazingly, Stiles now knows that The D (or at least Derek Hale's fantastic D) does not in fact taste a bit like any sort of popsicle, least not one that Stiles has consumed; it's maybe more like salt-water taffy, only with less sugar and a lot more salt and holy mother of god, Stiles loves, loves, loves it. But even if he's trying his dumb best to distract himself from what he knows is the inevitable, to make this not-so-little slice of pure heaven last just a teensy bit longer, Stiles knows thinking about the taste of cock while getting blown by the hottest creature he's ever had the good fortune to look upon is definitely not helping his situation, not one single iota.

So Stiles thanks fuck that Derek chooses this moment to relinquish the divine vacuum he's got going on between Stiles's inner thighs via what are probably now obscenely swollen-red lips, releasing Stiles's epic erection with an incredibly filthy-sounding pop.

Literally suffering vertigo from the change in pressure around his junk, Stiles forces his head up to eye Derek (whose lips really are an obscenely swollen-red, which is even more outrageously hot than Stiles had imagined) from under hooded lids, just as Derek says, “I'm about to suck your deranged brain out through your pretty cock, Stiles, then I'm gonna milk you dry until you're begging me to stop so you better hang on to something and be careful not to bite off your tongue when I stab mine into your slit and use it to fuck your dick till you're crying, okay?” as if he's talking into the McDonald's drive through speaker to order himself a Big Mac meal with large fries and a shake and not unknowingly acting out a spank-bank worthy scene from one of Stiles's best wet dreams.

Hell, Stiles all but comes there and fucking then, because who the fuck says shit like that?!

His face is doing what must be a very strange mix of a smile and a frown as he just about manages to pathetically whine the words, “But Der, I really, really need you to fuck me!”

Yeah, he is practically crying with it.

Oh, fuck you.

Derek grins, then, and Stiles doesn't think he's ever been more his wild wolf-self as he licks at his canines and growls out, “What makes you think I won't be taking advantage of what I know to be your excellent refractory period to make you orgasm like a fucking freight train, at least twice, before I rail your tight little ass until dawn and give you several more, hmm?”

And honestly? Stiles has never shut the fuck up faster in all his life.

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sorrowsofsilence · 1 year ago

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Burning Out • V

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 6.6k

General Fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares

Authors note: Chapter Five- A Dreamlike Heathen (EDITED: 09-03-24)

new? start from chapter one here

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

"Fuck, Noah," she moaned, throwing her head back against the mirror as she rode the wave of pleasure. Her eyebrows were furrowed in ecstasy.

"Don't stop," she begged, and I didn't. I gave her everything I had.

"Come for me, Y/N," I said between licks and squeezes of her hips. "Be a good girl for me."

As her legs started to tremble and her mouth opened in a silent scream, she reached the peak of her climax. I continued until she pushed me away, her breathing becoming shallow as she caught her breath. I took hold of her chin and brought her lips to mine, yearning for her to taste herself on my tongue.

Life had broken her; just as it had broken him. But when they got together, their pieces became whole. And they started on their journey, together, mended as one. - Steve Maraboli

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NOAH

Twenty fucking thousand dollars. Twenty.

My thoughts were consumed by two things. The first was the daunting task of coming up with all the money myself. And the second, the fact that I had slept with Y/N last night. The next morning, I sat on the cot in our motel room, my head buried in my hands as my leg fidgeted anxiously.

“I-I should go,” Y/N hopped off the counter, wiping my release off of her stomach before readjusting her shorts.

“wait-” I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back toward my drunken state, “can I see you again?”

She gave me a wry smile, “I’d like that.” She tugged from my grasp but I held her tighter, pulling her into my arms.

My body remained swaying, the euphoria and alcohol mixed, “do you regret what just happened?”

I wasn’t sure if this question was for me, or her.

“No,” She said, her fingertips running up the skin of my neck. She fit against my body perfectly, as if she was always meant to be there.

I had left the bar with the boys minutes after fucking Y/N’s brains out, stealing lingering glances at her figure behind the counter before parting. Even though I was drunk, I couldn’t believe it happened… but I needed a release, a bit of euphoria to ride out through dealing with the crushing news D gave us.

Twenty thousand.

My eyes settled on the anklet that D had forced me to wear, the green dot blinking every few seconds. I couldn't believe that the bastard was tracking our every move now. He'd been following us for years, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

I had no idea how I was going to come up with that much money on my own. The boys and I took turns doing jobs each night just to keep our sanity, but the fact that I had to keep a log of where we got the money from and submit it to one of D's lackeys so he could monitor my work was absurd.

To make twenty thousand by the end of the month, I'd need to bring in approximately 645 dollars per day since there were 31 days. Realistically, that didn't seem too difficult when broken down, but some days we would bring in thousands while others we would make absolutely nothing. At least my final day of owing would also be my birthday; what a great present.

I let out a groan and flopped onto the mattress on the floor, feeling overwhelmed by my thoughts. Everything had led up to this moment, and I still felt completely screwed over.

Jolly sat on his bed, strumming away at his old acoustic guitar that was barely holding onto its strings. With his fingers dancing along the neck, I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the rhythm he created, tapping my fingers along to the beat.

I began humming, words spiralling out of my mouth subconsciously, “I’ve seen the devil, more than I’ve seen god.”

Jolly gave me a slight snicker, continuing to strum, “I like that.”

“I see through you, I know what you are.”

I repeated the two phrases over and over, singing lowly as I continued to drum my fingers. Hmm. I checked the time on my phone briefly, realizing it was 4:30 pm.

I sat up, grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Jolly asked.

“To see Y/N.”

“Why?” Jolly stopped playing, placing the guitar across the bedsheets.

It's been twenty long years I've cried, but not enough tears I've become the sum of all my fears (I feel scared, so scared)

I stared at him blankly, the cogs within my mind turning to find an answer themselves. Why was I going to see her? Why did I care that I made it for when she got off work at the cafe? Something about her was magnetizing, and I couldn’t help but crave more. I wanted to explore her mind and body; to know her in every way possible.

I don’t have time to think of someone like her; I don’t deserve to think of someone like her.

I have a job to do.

But I don’t care.

“I don’t know,” I turned to look at him with my hand on the doorknob.

Jolly’s eyes watched back quizzically, “I think you should leave her out of this. Break it off now.”

I furrowed my brows, “There’s nothing to break off.”

Jolly gave me a curt laugh, “Yea, which is why you fucked in the bathroom yesterday. Nothing to break off.”

My face warmed, unsure of how he knew. I didn’t think it was obvious.

“She seems like a nice girl. You wouldn’t want to get her killed,” Jolly warned. He wasn’t wrong. This line of business wasn’t exactly safe, and I knew I shouldn’t get Y/N involved.

“She already knows too much,” I said, avoiding his eyes as I stared at the floor.

“Det är inte riktigt rätt möblerat på övervåningen hos dig.” Jolly groaned, rubbing his eyes with his palm. Your top floor is not properly furnished (Mind is a mess).

I rolled my eyes, “Oh don’t bring out the Swedish insults you asshat.”

“Well, I suggest you break her heart now before it’s too late.”

I bit my lip as I opened the door, ignoring his burning words.

“Din jävla fubbick,” I heard the swede mutter before I shut the door. You damn moron.

Guilt crept over me like a heavy wave as I walked quickly through the parking lot of the motel. My mind was racing and my hands were slick with sweat.

What am I doing? Jolly was right; Y/N shouldn’t be dragged into this mess. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny the pull towards her. It had been years since I had someone who truly listened to me and understood me. Someone who I could relate to besides my brothers. And she was stunningly beautiful, with her sparkling eyes filled with so much hope; something I aspired to have one day. Maybe I could even share with her one day.

Hope.

You gave me a strength unparalleled But nothing compared to how much I've bled (I feel scared, so scared)

+++++

Y/N

He hasn’t shown up for his coffee again today. Did he regret what happened last night?

I swept between the tables and recalled the previous events. I don’t even know what came over me yesterday, but I do know that I didn’t have any regrets.

I knew my face began to warm as I recalled the way Noah’s fingers dug into my hips, gripping onto me as he pounded into me mercilessly; drowning his sorrows through the pleasure of our bodies.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he stared into me, aching with fervour and hunger, begging me to give everything to him.

I wanna know what it feels like Is it nothing but dreamlike? I wanna touch you now

It was anything but romantic- having a quick fuck in the bathroom of a bar, but I longed for Noah even more after that.

I feel like I’m going crazy. How could he have such a hold over me, especially after finding out he is a criminal? I should be running; so why can’t I let him go?

Lust? Infatuation? Whatever it is, I crave him.

I pushed away my thoughts, finishing the rest of my closing tasks and clocking out. I waved to Annika as I pulled my hoodie over my head, grabbing my bag and de-tangling my earbuds.

As I stepped outside, someone grabbed my hand and tugged me towards them. I let out a surprised squeal as he pulled me into his embrace, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Noah?" I looked up at the man above me, admiring the tattoo on his neck before meeting his gaze, feeling a familiar flutter in my heart. His smiling eyes met mine as he wrapped his other arm around me, enveloping me in a warm hug. A grin spread across my face as I buried it in his chest, taking in his surprisingly comforting scent.

"I'm sorry I didn’t come today," Noah murmured into my hair, his breath warm against my scalp. "I had some... business to attend to."

I pulled back slightly, searching his face for any hint of what that "business" might have entailed. His eyes, usually so expressive, were guarded now. A reminder of the dangerous world he inhabited, one I was only beginning to glimpse.

"It's okay," I said, trying to keep my voice light. "I was starting to think you were avoiding me after last night."

Noah's grip on me tightened, and he leaned down to brush his lips against my ear. "Trust me, sweetheart, avoiding you is the last thing on my mind."

A shiver ran through me at his words, at the promise they held. I knew I should be scared, should run far away from this man and the darkness that clung

How can it feel so right? It is nothing but dreamlike I'm gonna touch you now

“But you came now,” I said.

“I wanted to be here for when you got off work,” He said, squeezing me gently before letting go. “Do you want to do something before your next shift?”

I gave him a cheeky grin, “Something?”

Noah's eyes darkened with desire as he caught my meaning. He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "I have a few ideas," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

A thrill shot through me at his words. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't resist the pull between us.

Noah licked his lips before matching my smile, putting his finger through the belt loop of my jeans, and tugging me along beside him as we walked down the sidewalk. I flushed at the gesture as he held me next to him as if claiming me for his own.

“I meant like, dinner,” He hummed, “but I also can’t stop thinking about last night.”

“Come Y/N,” he had said between sucking and squeezing my hips, “be a good girl for me.”

A shudder ran down my spine as my mind wandered, and I peered up at Noah, his cheeks flushing through his confession.

“Me too,” I said softly, “Did you want to come back to my place? We could order takeout… because I need to get my clothes for my next shift.”

“I’d like that,” Noah peered down at me warmly.

We walked together in silence, the only sound the bustle of life that surrounded the sidewalk as we passed various shops, heading towards my neighbourhood. For “level two acquaintances” the silence between the two of us was soothing, something that I think shocked us both.

With a gentle release, Noah loosened his grip on my belt loop, tucking his hands into his pockets. His brow furrowed with deep contemplation and worry as if something was gnawing at him from within. I turned to face him, noticing the slight creases in his forehead and the furrowed lines around his mouth, betraying his inner turmoil

“Did you want to talk about it?” I asked gently, looking ahead as the light breeze slid past my cheeks.

Noah was quiet, eyes darting back and forth, “I trust you so much, and I don’t know why.”

I nodded, agreeing with his concern silently, letting him continue.

“and I don’t know who else to talk to about this with…my brothers are too involved and have enough opinions as it is,” Noah said, following me down the path that led us towards my house.

“Remember how I told you we owe a lot of money to this… guy? Well, this month is supposed to be our last month, and then we are finally free.”

I smiled widely, grabbing Noah’s arm in excitement, shaking him gently, “That’s great news! You’ll be done with it forever!”

Noah chuckled darkly, rolling his head to the side in annoyance, “Yeah, well, there’s a catch.”

My grip on his arm fell, a sullen expression taking over my joy.

“I have to get him twenty thousand, myself. The boys can’t help me.”

“Twenty thousand?” I exclaimed, stopping in my tracks to look at him, “That’s a shit ton of money.”

Noah’s hand ran across his face in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I know. I am beyond fucked.”

I blinked a few times in disbelief as we approached the steps to my house, the greeting of Juice’s trill on the other side of the door inviting us in. Noah was immediately bombarded with cat love and he gave the furry animal a small smile, bending down to scratch the top of his head before running his fingers down Juice’s back.

Closing the door I kicked off my sneakers, hanging my bag on the coat rack. Noah followed, placing his black vans politely by the front door; which was when I noticed a small anklet blinking beneath the hem of his pants.

I stared at it quizzically, and Noah caught my gaze. He lifted his leg, mouth forming a tight line.

“Like my new accessory?” Anger seethed from his tongue as he gave me a sarcastic smile, before standing in front of me, completely defeated.

I led us upstairs into my bedroom, “What is it?”

“A tracker.”

I paused at the top of the stairs and turned to face him, my eyes narrowing in confusion. "What kind of tracker?" I shifted my gaze between Noah and the small device attached to his ankle.

With a heavy sigh, he followed me into my bedroom and flopped onto my bed. His limbs sprawled out as he explained, "The guy we owe money to, D, said we have to wear these trackers to make sure I'm not getting help from the boys. And I have to keep a record of where the money comes from and deposit it weekly to match my location."

"And you just found this out last night?"

His nod was barely perceptible, yet I could see the frustration etched on Noah's face as he closed his eyes tightly. Tears glistened at the corners, threatening to spill over. I stood by the bed, observing as his whole body seemed to crumble before me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and crawled onto the bed beside him. He shifted over, making room for me as I sat up next to him. Gently, he rested his head on my lap, seeking comfort and solace in my touch as silent tears fell from his lashes.

“I…I’m barely holding on,” He whispered.

My fingers began running through Noah’s scalp, lacing themselves through his chestnut strands in an attempt to soothe him, showing my support. I hear you.

My heart yearned for him once again, filled with sorrow and pain as he suffered in torment, dealing with the burden of his demons. Noah didn’t deserve this. He was young when he fucked up, and he hasn’t been able to escape. I saw myself within his pain, my past mirroring back at me.

“I just keep hoping that one day I’ll have something else motivating me- something more than fear, more than spite. I wanna feel like I’m living.”

I listened to Noah’s words as they resonated with me. I too, wanted to feel like I was living.

I had never been part of the right crowd, and I was always getting into trouble, due to the influence of my previous relationships. I followed their shenanigans because I had nobody else to model- and I made some poor choices. I chose to follow them.

However, I also chose to leave- to start fresh and to forget about my past. People can change, and people can grow, and Noah deserved the same opportunity. He was being puppeteered by an evil man; and I wanted to help him escape, as much as he wanted his freedom.

I chewed my cheek in contemplation, fingers still stroking his hair, “let me help you, Noah.”

“Help with what?”

“The money. You don’t deserve to do it alone.”

Noah sat up now, watching me intensely from across the bed, “You’ve built yourself a new life Y/N. Don’t fuck it up now.”

He was right. Why was I willing to risk it all?

“I’ve been willing to fuck it up the second I saw you at the cafe,” I traced his face, analyzing his expression before my mind wandered to an idea; one so insane I couldn't even believe I was about to suggest this.

“I’m going to sound crazy, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” I hesitated for a moment, sucking in a breath between my teeth, “but why don't you come live with me? You and your brothers?”

Noah’s eyes widened, lips parting slightly in perplexity. He blinked a few times, and I continued my thought.

“You won’t need to pay rent or anything, so you guys can save money to pay this D guy faster. The motel money probably adds up.”

Noah slid off the bed, standing up abruptly, folding his arms over his body in defence, “You cannot be serious,” he laughed with incredulity.

“Listen, Noah,” I scooted to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at him, “I was stuck for a long time, and I didn’t have a helping hand… but I have enough to offer you. I know what it’s like to struggle.”

Noah’s fingers ran through his hair as he began pacing, shaking his head, “I don’t need your pity Y/N.”

“This isn’t pity, I swear,” I stood up, approaching Noah gently, holding both of his biceps to keep him in place from his anxious wading, “I wished someone had helped me when I needed it.”

He stared down at me in complete disbelief, his eyes scanning mine for any signs of doubt; but I remained confident in my suggestion, staring at him assuringly.

“so let me help you,” I whispered, reaching up to place a gentle hand on his cheek. With a racing heart, I rubbed my thumb across his skin, bewildered at my words.

He closed his eyes in conflict and placed a hand on top of my own, clammy and nervous.

“Why are you helping a monster?” Noah breathed, leaning into my touch, curious eyes observing me.

“Everyone deserves help. You deserve it.”

What are we allowed to do? What are we allowed to be?

“You’re not a monster Noah,” placing a hand on his other cheek, I stood on my tiptoes, pulling him down towards me, kissing the tip of his nose delicately.

I wanna cross the line with you Let's pass the point of no return

Noah watched me with pure awe, matching me by grabbing either side of my face, and placing his forehead on my own, “You are fucking crazy.”

Is this wrong? I don't wanna know A big mistake? I don't wanna know

I chuckled softly, “I completely agree with you, I think I am insane for offering this.”

I wanna know what it feels like Is it nothing but dreamlike? I wanna touch you now

Noah laughed quietly with me, still in complete doubt. His eyes kept trailing between my own and my lips, as if trying not to kiss me, before giving in.

How can it feel so right? It is nothing but dreamlike I'm gonna touch you now

Noah's lips pressed against mine with a tender urgency, as if longing to convey all the emotions he couldn't put into words. The warmth of his touch seeped through my skin and I felt myself melting into him. Our kiss deepened, the intensity building between us like an invisible electric current.

We stood there, locked in each other's embrace for what felt like an eternity before Noah pulled away, his eyes still fixed on mine. His thumb gently caressed my bottom lip, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. He leaned his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin as we stayed entwined in our own little world of shared desire.

“I’m sorry, not sorry for breaking into your house; because otherwise, we wouldn’t be here,” Noah said.

“I forgive you, clearly,” I laughed, “but you could always try to make it up to me again if you feel like it?”

Noah let out a puff of air, hands running down my neck along my curves, resting at the top of my hips, “I like that idea.”

I grinned at him, my hands resting at the back of his tattooed neck, the apple and snake teasing me.

Noah's warm breath tickled my ear as he leaned in close. "I can't stop thinking about how you taste," he whispered, referring to our one brief encounter. I moaned softly as he hungrily kissed me again, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Our heads tilted and we shared passionate open-mouthed kisses, devouring each other in the moment. Noah pressed his hips against mine, causing a soft moan to escape from my throat. As much as I wanted to continue, I couldn't ignore the fact that I had to go to work soon.

I pushed his chest gently, “It’s already 6… I need to leave for work in half an hour.”

Noah gave me a sly smile, “You underestimating my skills?”

I chuckled, “Not at all.”

“I bet I could make you come in two minutes,” His fingers trailed up the sides of my torso, fingers tracing circles across the skin.

I hummed, “Hmm, what do I get if you can’t?”

Noah leaned towards my ear, fingers squeezing right below my chest, “then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, and you’ll come again.”

My body shivered from his words, and my stomach began to swirl with excitement as Noah’s hands worshiped my body, whispering lustful promises as he peppered kisses down my neck. Noah peeked over at the clock on my nightstand briefly.

“6:04.”

I closed my eyes as my breath quickened, following Noah towards the wall. My back pressed against it as he pushed against me, his body radiating heat. He gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, holding me in place while his other hand trailed down to my waistline, igniting my desire.

I succumbed to Noah’s touch as his touch slid through me, circling and prodding. Whatever he was doing left me completely giving in to his caress; the fact both of us were still completely clothed made this moment that much more invigorating.

Noah’s teeth hooked on my bottom lip as he ravaged my mouth. I moaned earnestly as his fingers sank through my slick, curling towards my need. His palm pushed against me, rubbing and maintaining a repetitive pattern, and my legs began to give out. How he could make me surrender with his hand alone had me flustered.

(I'm in a) (I'm in a) (I'm in a) I'm in a, I'm in a dreamlike state

I rutted my hips towards his touch and Noah smiled into my lips, “so needy,” he mumbled.

I sighed eagerly as he continued his method, my body trembling in response, close to my release.

“C’mon princess, you can do it,” Noah muttered, trailing his lips down my neck towards my collarbone, before snagging his teeth on a sensitive spot. He sucked and nibbled at my skin, branding me.

I didn’t even care, exhilaration taking over.

Noah slipped his fingers out, sliding them up until he reached the top, pressing the pad of his fingers and circling them quickly. I shuddered, my body crumbling as I cried out his name.

Can it feel so right? It is nothing but dreamlike I'm gonna touch you now

Noah smiled into me again as his head lay pressed against my neck, satisfied and prideful of his actions.

My chest heaved as I came down from the high, folding off of the wall into his arms. I clutched onto his sweater for support, turning my head to the clock. 6:08

“That was four minutes,” I panted.

“Looks like I owe you,” Noah’s smug smile said it all.

I chuckled, looking up at him, eyes dilated with satisfaction “Oh, what a shame.”

Noah grinned, the whites of his teeth making my heart flutter. He sat on my bed, adjusting himself in his pants before watching me pace around my room, picking out my work clothes.

I opted for leggings and a square-cut long-sleeve. I took the clothes out of my closet, holding them to my chest before turning around.

“Uh…” I looked at the brunette, his hair cascading down his face perfectly, “Do you uhm, can you turn around?”

Noah choked out a laugh, “huh? you do realize that I’ve seen you like, partially naked? And just touched you?”

My face flushed, “Yeah… but still.”

Noah chuckled, obliging as he turned around on the bed to face the wall. I began stripping, pulling my leggings up before changing my shirt. I peered at Noah, noticing his head whip back around.

“Hey!” I laughed, “No peaking!”

Noah turned around once I was dressed, sticking his tongue out playfully, “Whatever do you mean?”

I rolled my eyes as Noah stood up, scratching the back of his neck, “I’d say we’ve at least levelled up to buddies.”

Yea, fuck buddies?

I hummed, “I agree, definitely more than level-two acquaintances.”

Noah nodded at me with a lighthearted glare, “Friends would be too far right now.”

“Definitely,” I mimicked his expression before leading us down the stairs.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to eat,” I said, “but if you want, you could come to the bar?”

“I’d like that,” Noah bent down to slip on his vans as I put on my black Converse.

I chewed my lip, “Did you want to invite your friends? Maybe talk about the offer?”

Noah stood up, frowning, “Y/N- I couldn’t do that to you.”

“Well, at least ask them, see what they say,” I looked at him with a serious expression, “I wasn’t kidding with the offer. I have the basement finished but unfurnished; and a spare bedroom upstairs. You guys would have your own space.”

Noah stared at the floor, kicking up the side of the carpet nervously, “I mean I’ll talk to them.”

I couldn’t help but smile widely, “Please do. Now lets go or I’ll be late.”

+++++

NOAH

Ruffilo, Jolly, Folio and I sat in a booth at Sammy’s, with the trio observing me intently as I recounted the situation. "She offered us a place to stay for free," I whispered to my companions, stealing glances at Y/N as she attended to customers. Her hair, a lovely shade of H/C, framed her face delicately, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her genuine and radiant smile as she served drinks to the woman in front of her. She brought light and charisma into the room with her presence, igniting an incandescence that was hard to ignore.

“No fucking way we are doing that,” Jolly said, glancing at Y/N briefly before folding his arms, sinking into the leather of the booth.

“I mean,” Nick began, looking between us, “This would help us out a lot Jolly.”

“-and Noah,” Nicholas said, “Like we pay roughly 130 bucks a night. That’s $3,900 we’d save him right there.”

All of us peered over at Y/N, and she lifted her head, giving us all a smile.

“Why would she do that for you? For us? What’s in it for her?” Jolly said, skeptical.

I had no fucking idea why she would, but I was desperate for any amount of help I could get.

I shrugged, “I don’t know.”

She was selfless, enigmatic, and completely sublime.

“How long have you known her?” Nick raised a brow, plucking a fry from the plate in the middle of us.

I winced, “Er, two days?”

Folio’s eyes bulged out of his head as he leaned forward, chest pressed into the table, “Ain’t no fucking way this is real. She has to be getting something out of it.”

Jolly snorted, “yea, his dick.”

I scoffed, rolling my head back dramatically, “Oh fuck off !”

“That’s not what the hickey on her neck-”

“Oh, Can it Jolly, have any of you ever thought that maybe Y/N is just a nice person?

I reached for a fry and dunked it in ketchup before taking a bite. "People like us don't deserve kindness." Ruffilo glanced at me, clearly disappointed. "Don't say that. We've done some questionable things, but it's how we survive." "And besides," added Folio, "we can't offer financial assistance. D doesn't even know Y/N exists, so he wouldn't suspect any involvement from us." Nicholas nodded in agreement.

I watched the three of them as they gave me a sullen smile, “I’m worried D will be suspicious that our locations will move though; and that it will put her in danger.”

“She must know there’s a risk, considering you filled her in on everything,” Nick took a sip of his beer.

“Why she’s willing to risk everything she’s worked towards beats me,” I said, sighing heavily.

“Worked towards?” Nicholas asked.

The boys waited for me to answer.

She bargains with the world So everything she wants will come to her With no greed inside her mind She knows what she deserves

“She’s been through some fucked up shit I guess, but she saved a bunch of money and moved here to start over her life. She works two jobs almost every day to afford everything,” I looked back at Y/N for a prolonged period, my heart beating quickly, “She just kept telling me she knows what it’s like, and she wished people helped her.”

“So pity?” Jolly gave me a sarcastic smile, nodding rapidly.

“No,” I defended, “because she is a generous person.”

We remained silent, chewing our food quietly before Jolly spoke.

“Well, I suppose it’s worth a shot,” He said, eying the fries before staring at me, “for Noah.”

“Yeah, for me, but also you guys. She offered it to all of us,” I said.

Nicholas looked over at her warmly, “That’s kind of her. Really kind.”

We fell from sky with grace And landed in her soft and warm embrace She gave her love, her gift of life So we could live with her

I stood up, walking towards the bar, sitting on a stool in front of her. She nodded to another customer before smiling at me, waltzing over.

“So?” She bit her lip, almost looking hopeful.

I picked at the resin counter, my nail grinding within a divot in the material as I distracted myself from her, “How early can we move in?”

“Tonight if you want.”

Y/N and I shared a look before I nodded, giving a gentle laugh, “Okay. Want to meet your new roommates? Considering you haven’t even met the guys you offered your entire life to.”

Y/N laughed, “yea. I’m realizing how crazy I sound the more realistic this becomes.”

I motioned for the boys to come over and they did, each with a beer in their hand, sitting on either side of me along the counter.

Y/N gave them a sunny grin, introducing herself.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Nicholas said politely.

“You as well,” she nodded, before looking at Folio.

“I’m Nick, Nick folio,” He held out his hand, wrapping around her own and shaking.

She then moved to Jolly, who gave her a curt smile. Although he was stand-off-ish, she greeted him warmly.

“Joakim, but call me Jolly,”

“So, tonight?” I eyed everyone, who all turned to look at Y/N.

She shrugged, “I’m off at midnight. I can help take stuff over.”

“Well, we don’t exactly have a lot. We can probably take everything in two trips,” Nick said.

“I can help, I’ll meet you guys at the motel.”

+++++

We carefully packed all of our belongings into our backpacks and suitcases, and my chest tightened as I realized that we were leaving the place we had called 'home' for the past few years.

Nick shook his head in disbelief as he played Tetris with our belongings, fitting them perfectly into our vehicle.

"I have to admit," Nicholas said as he helped Jolly carry out their old guitars, "It will be a nice change to live in an actual house for a while."

“Good point,” Jolly mumbled, “But I’m still suspicious.”

That is why we live like heathens Stealing from the trees of Eden

Y/N made it over to the motel around 12:30, and we packed her car as well.

All of us stood outside the motel, part of us grieving for departing what we’ve always known; the other relishing in gratitude for this new opportunity.

Y/N placed a hand on my shoulder as I stared at the motel door plaintively.

Living in the arms of freedom And everything we touch is evil That is why we live like heathens

I gave her a sorrowful smile before nodding at my brothers, “Y/N will lead the way.”

As I sat in the passenger seat of Y/N's car, my eyes drifted to the window as we drove past towering buildings and bustling streets toward her neighbourhood; our new home. My heart was filled with both excitement and disbelief - how did I get so lucky to have this amazing woman in my life?

Once we arrived and entered the house, Juice, the friendly orange fur ball, greeted us at the door and immediately won over the boys with his playful antics. Y/N proudly gave us a tour of her humble abode before leading us down to the basement. As she had mentioned, it was bare and unfurnished, save for a few scattered cardboard boxes and a pristine rack of guitars that caught my eye. The room echoed with potential and possibility, just waiting to be transformed into our own personal haven.

“Holy shit- is that a Martin D-41?” Jolly immediately smiled, walking over to assess the guitars, “and an Ernie Ball Music Man John Petrucci Majesty?”

“Damn, and a Gibson Thunderbird IV Bass?” Ruffilo joined in on the geek sesh, both of them giddy.

Y/N laughed, “Wow, you must know your stuff. Those were my dads, he was really into music.”

She walked over, grazing her fingers across the strings, “I’ve kept them in his memory, but I have no idea how to play.”

I watched her as she picked up the Martin, handing it to Jolly, “feel free to use them whenever you want; they deserve some love, they were made to be played.”

Jolly’s lips fell open before he smiled warmly, gazing at the guitar, “You’re so fucking cool.”

We all chuckled and I watched Y/N in awe as she interacted with my brothers, taking them in and treating them as if she’d known us all for years.

The stone, the dirt, the dust The unforgiving promise made to us Unworthy of your light, your god, your touch We're guided by the lust

“I only have one blow-up mattress I take camping, but there is a bed in the spare room, and the couch in the living room…” She looked between the four of us until her eyes landed on me.

“Uh,” Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, “we can always share my bed tonight until I can pick up a couple of mattresses…”

We cry the fallen names We cry for those who burned beneath the flame We stand besides the good and brave The broken and enslaved

My face warmed along with her and I coughed, straightening up, “Yeah, no worries.”

The boys watched us, a low chuckle leaving Folio. Y/N grabbed spare blankets, pillows and the blow-up mattress from the closet. She set up the bed, which Jolly dibsed. Nick took the couch, and Nicholas took the spare room down the hall from Y/N’s.

Y/N and I went into her room and she shut the door quietly, turning around, sighing.

“Well,” she blew out a puff of air, giving me a kind smile, “this is interesting.”

I nodded, following her with my eyes as she began getting ready for bed, brushing her H/C hair, and wiping off her makeup for the day. I admired her beauty, staring at her with reverence. She was brilliant.

“I-I can sleep on the floor Y/N. I don’t mind,” I whispered as she slid an oversized t-shirt over her frame, stripping off her work attire.

I licked my lips, swallowing harshly before averting my eyes, reminding myself that now was not the time to get worked up. She had to be at the cafe in a few hours.

Juice purred as he curled into a bed next to her windowsill, eying us from the corner.

Y/N turned off her main light, flicking on a dim lamp that cascaded a soft orange aura across the room before she crawled into bed, opening the covers and patting next to her.

“You can sleep with me, it’s okay.”

My feet shuffled restlessly as I adjusted my hoodie, draping it over the chair by her vanity along with my jeans. Just a few hours ago, I was pressing her against the wall, consumed by passion and filled with confidence. Yet now, I felt shy and vulnerable. It was strange how this simple act of sleeping in a bed with her felt more intimate than the sexual encounter we had shared earlier.

Her love is yours But only if you give your heart to her

I walked over to her, sliding myself between her covers, and lay as close to the edge as possible.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” She mumbled, jumping out of bed and leaving towards the bathroom, returning shortly with a bottle of pills and a cup of water.

She opened the bottle, turned around and placed one on her tongue before taking a swig of water. I watched as she placed her pills on her desk, before hopping back into bed.

That is why we live like heathens Stealing from the trees of Eden Living in the arms of freedom And everything we touch is evil

She crawled underneath the covers, snuggling into the duvet as she lay on her side, facing me.

We remained silent for a few moments before she asked me a question in a small voice, “Is it ok if the light stays on?”

I preferred the lights off, but I wasn’t going to share my preference; I was invading her space.

“I have trouble sleeping,” She whispered.

“Of course it’s ok,” I said, pulling the covers over my shoulders.

“Okay,” her eyes fluttered open and closed, fighting against sleep, “goodnight Noah.”

I watched as her lashes touched the tops of her cheeks, her eyebrows releasing tension from the day, lips parted gently as sleep took over.

My eyes danced across her features, completely captivated. Y/N breathed slowly, and my hand subconsciously reached over, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear as I endeared over her.

“you’re my saving grace,” I whispered as I stroked her hair, still completely baffled this was all happening.

I watched her for a moment longer before I turned over, facing the door and her desk. My eyes trailed over to the bottle that rested on her desk, the yellow plastic alluring. Zolpidem. 700 dollars right there.

Destruction. Crime. Greed.

That is why we live like heathens That is why we live like heathens That is why we live like heathens

Chapter 6

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tulsajesusfreakblog · 7 months ago

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rapunzel

klaus mikaelson x fem!oc

synopsis

this is a fairy tale of love and desperate passion. rapunzel donovan had a princess name, a diagnosis of schizophrenia and a confused relationship with the will to live. but the tower she built around herself was threatened to fall when she met klaus — the big bad wolf, willing to be the hero of this story, just this one, just for her.

⚠️ depression, anxiety, self mutilation, suicide thoughts, sexual abuse, psychophobia, explicit sexual content, violence

— lily james as rapunzel donovan

— dividers by @issysh3ll

❝ who hasn't asked himself, am i a monster or is this what it means to be human? ❞ [clarice lispector]

playlist

as it seems, lily kershaw

happiness is a butterfly, lana del rey

honeymoon, lana del rey

if you wait, london grammar

i'm your man, leonard cohen

lust for life (demo), lana del rey

make it holy, the staves

patience, rhye + ólafur arnalds

sights, london grammar

❝ if I shall be saved, it will be because your love redeems me. ❞ [gaston leroux]

chapters

part one — dream a little dream of me

01. once upon a time

02. snuggled in sublime comfort

03. love is a vampire's greatest weakness

04. honey and delicious ecstasy

05. sunlight seagulls

06. dreams of enchanted kingdoms

07. shame

08. career nigh

09. concern

10. tenderness and desire

11. the secret garden

12. languid dreams

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson fic #klaus mikealson smut #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x fem!oc #the originals #the vampire diaries #dark fairytale #rapunzel #fairy tale retelling #schizophrenia #smut #vampire

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mandiemegatron · 2 years ago

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𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼𝔻 𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔼

Doflamingo x cisfem!reader

Rated : 18+, the following program deals with mature subject matter, scenes of sexual nature and some ooc moments. Viewer discretion is advised.

A/N: *edited and updated 02/09/2025. A soft piece for our pink feather coated King. I hope you all enjoy as much as I did writing this ages ago ♡

No beta was used at the time this was written, so if you see any mistakes, no you don't 🥰

A soft, shaky sigh leaves you as your lover presses hot kisses to your skin, your neck, breasts and thighs covered in deep red and purple love bites. His massive hands grip yours hips tightly, Doflamingos lean fingers digging into your skin and leaving bruised flesh behind as his hips lazily thrust into you.

"My precious girl," he purrs, a breathy chuckle rumbling in his chest as a shiver runs over your body. Your fingers press against his chest gently, finding purchase against his own lightly sweaty skin as you moan out his name.

"Good girl, sing for your King."

His hips suddenly snap into your own, his pace picking up as he nears the edge of ecstasy. Your already hoarse throat crackles as you cry, his massive cock taking every inch inside you and filling you to the point of pain. But somehow, the pleasure always overtook until later, when you were left aching with tears in your eyes as Doflamingo held you tightly to him.

While Doflamingo was a savage and selfish lover, his aftercare was immaculate. It was during then that it was all about you, his touch gentle and loving as he whispered how good you were for him, how he adored you, that you were his favourite girl. His only girl.

Soft pants left the giant above you, your own whimpers killing your throat from moaning and sobbing for your lover for the last few hours. It never seemed to end sometimes, hours flying by as he brought you orgasm after orgasm, your body ragged and destroyed after he was done with you. He loved to use his strings on your wrists, the threads digging into your soft fleash and drawing blood, his tongue licking up every drop as he fucked you senseless.

A large hand clamped around your throat, his fingers forcing your head to tilt back into the pillow as he literally took your breath away. Your eyes rolled back as a massive orgasm slammed into you, a choked wheeze snaking past your lips as his hips jutted against you, a low groan falling from his own as he spilled into you.

It felt so long, the seconds ticking by as his fingers twitched around your throat, waiting for your signal to release. You weakly tap his forearm twice, and you give a large gasp, your eyes fluttering as your body twitches under and around Doflamingo. The slick sound of his cock leaving you hit your ears with a whimper, suddenly feeling too empty and immediately missing his warmth.

He's quick and gentle to clean you, throwing the small towel to the side before sighing and collecting you in his arms. You moan pathetically as he presses kisses to your face and top of your head, your lips meeting his as he gives soft praises. His hands run over your marred skin so softly, as if worried you would break under his touch.

"... I love you," You barely get out, his lips brushing over yours again. He gives a soft hum in response but nothing else. You pull back slightly and cup his face in your hand, your thumb brushing over just cheek as you repeat a little rougher, "Donquixote Doflamingo, I love you. And I don't care if you don't love me back because I will love you enough for the both of us."

He's silent for a moment, staring down at you through those damn rose tinted glasses. After a few tense seconds, he takes your hand from his face and pressed determined kisses to your palm, his voice thick and heavy as he murmurs,

"My darling."

Your gaze softens as he continues,

"You will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled in my soul."

He says no more, simply holding your hand to his heart as his other arm tightens around you. Tears prickle at your eyes as your press soft kisses to his chest and neck, smiling into his skin as you softly reply,

"My love, my life."

Doflamingo silently mulled over himself, emotions conflicting inside him no thanks to you. How dare you walk into his life and cause him to have such an inner turmoil, his heart torn and aching. How dare you come into his life and demand that you love him and yet somehow, he found it so easy to give you a piece of himself.

He wouldn't trade this for anything in the world. He truly was a King with everything he could ever want, now that he had you.

The only thing left was to conquer the Grand Line and beyond, a tightly wound grip around the world with you at his side.

What a perfect vision.

#mandie mumbles ; fanfics #Donquixote Doflamingo #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo one piece #doffy #daddy doffy #we love a soft doffy in this house 😤😤😤😤💖💖💖💖💖#one piece #one piece reader

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dl-drama-cd · 3 months ago

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Laito compares Yui's struggling with Cordelia

A reminder that I do not answer for your comments, reblogs and tagging-me-posts. I even don't read it. I express my view on what's happening in Laito's route, based on obvious facts. I translate from japanese myself and attach the original text to confirm my words. Since only 30 images are allowed in a post I could not attach all the screenshots.

In the first game Cordelia also showed herself in Yui in episodes 07-10 when we choose S-answers. But not only there.

Most often after saying something Yui notices that her mouth seemed to move on its own (or she did something unexpected for herself). Or before something we hear her heartbeat. It's Cordelia's influence.

In Laito's route the highest pick of Cordelia's influnce on Yui is S-answer in Ecstasy 10. Laito starts to harass Yui, and she shouts to stop it. Laito answers:

｢そういう口を利くと、ますますあの人に似てる気がするね。｣ Laito: Nfu. When you say that, it feels like you're becoming more and more like 'that person'.

And here by ｢あの人｣ he clearly means Cordelia. He litarelly says that Yui is struggling with him like Cordelia. This happens in DL Laito Ecstasy 10, the last episode with making a choice. Unfortunately if you pass to the bad endings and don't get enough points, this episode may not open to you. And then the player won't know what the chain of S-answers and Laito's reactions in his route were leading to.

Just think about it. When Yui pushes him away and tells him to 'stop it' she looks like Cordelia. So Cordelia pushed away like that too. Just the fact that rebuffing is a resemblance to Cordelia.

As I already wrote this episode is the end of all S-answers. Therefore we can make certain conclusions about Yui's other S-answers that they are also connected with Cordelia's behavior. In this episode Laito started touching Yui after she drank the aphrodisiac. Now let's go back to the beginning of the route and follow all the S-answers.

DL Laito Dark 07. Under a full moon Laito tastes Yui's blood and recognizes this taste. However there is no direct influence of Cordelia here. We are given a choice when Laito is just about to bite us. We can say 'drink my blood' (M) or we can say 'I allow you to drink blood, are you satisfied?' (S). On S-answer Laito notes that it is strange for Yui to behave so arrogantly but he also liked her self-confidence. Yui realizes that this answer only inflamed Laito. Because Yui also reminds Cordelia to Laito there.

（やられっぱなしなのもイライラするから、たまには…… 逆襲しないと！） Yui: (It’s always only me who gets it all, it’s already infuriating, even though sometimes I have to… attack myself!) し、しょうがないから吸わせてあげる！これでいいでしょ？ Yui: S-since there’s nothing to be done, I’ll let you drink! Are you satisfied? くすくすくす。ビッチちゃんのくせに、偉そうにしちゃってやだなあ。 Laito: He-he-he. Even though Bitch-chan is trying to be arrogant, it doesn’t suit you. でも、たまに高圧的っていうのも結構ときめいたよ。んふ。 Laito: But sometimes such aggression makes me tremble. Nfu. （逆に、からかわれた……！） Yui: (Just teased!..)

DL Laito Dark 08. Laito forced Yui to read Richter's bloody-erotic poetry. Before Laito offers her to do it and Yui opens the page. S-answer is to refuse. Laito thinks such courage of Bitch-chan provoked him and as if she did it specifically for this purpose.

嫌よ。どうせロクでもないことに違いないし。 Yui: No. I have no doubt that there is something dirty there. んふ。いいねえ。ビッチちゃん。そういう毅然としたところも、少し興奮しちゃうよ。 Laito: Nfu. Good, Bitch-chan. Such courage is even a bit exciting. こ、興奮しないで！ Yui: D-Don’t get excited! んふ。興奮させるために言ったクセに……あぁ、ビッチちゃん。もっと罵ってもいいんだよ？ Laito: Nfu. The manner you say this only inflames… Oh, Bitch-chan, shout at me more, okay? （だ、だめだ！やっぱり喜ばれちゃった……！） Yui: (T-that's bad! He was just happy!..)

DL Laito Dark 09. In church Laito remarks he sees desires in Yui's heart. We can agree with this (M-answer) or shut him up (S-answer). If we choose S, Yui says that maybe it's Laito, not her who wants something cruel to be done to him. Then Laito only gets excited and admit that he has a weakness for such things.

――黙りなさい！ Yui: …Shut up! っ……!? Laito: ?!… さっきから、おとなしくしていればペラペラと…… Yui: As long as I endure, you won’t stop talking… 反対に非道いことされたいのは、貴方なんじゃないの!? Yui: But in reality the one who wants to be done cruel things is you, right?! っふ……あはははは、ビッチちゃんいいね、そういうプレイ……ボクは嫌いじゃないよ。 Laito: Ha… A-ha-ha-ha-ha, okay, Bitch-chan, what a plaing!... I won’t say I don’t like it. 確かにその通りかも知れない。ボクは昔からね……そういうのには ……弱くて…… Laito: Perhaps so. For a long time now… I have been… greedy for this kind of thing. (かえって興奮させちゃったかも......?) Yui: (Did I tease him?..)

Look at Laito's face. He is amazed. Because Yui says like Cordelia did. But Yui (Cordelia) shut him up and protected herself when Laito was saying about cruel actions towards MC.

DL Laito Dark 10. In the dungeon Laito talked Yui about jealousy thinking it as something normal. He scares Yui that nothing can stop him. We can say 'I'll punish you' (S-answer). He again only liked her reaction.

――お仕置きするよ？ Yui: …I'll punish you. （って！私ってば何言ってるの?! そもそも嫉妬なんて……まったく意味不明じゃない！） Yui: (What am I talking about?! At first it’s not at all clear… what he means by jealousy!) んふ。いいよ。むしろ望むところだよ。 Laito: Ugh. Fine. This is what I wanted. っ……?! Yui: ?!… その代わり、堕ちる時は一緒。ビッチちゃんも連れて行くから。覚悟してね。 Laito: But if we 'fall' we will do it together. I'll take Bitch-chan with me. Get ready. （冗談じゃないよ……！） Yui: (He's not joking…!)

DL Laito Maniac 07. After short conversation with Richter Laito starts to anger on Yui forcing her to confess everything and hurting her. S-answer is 'fight back'. Yui says that she doesn't know anything. This surprised even herlsefl. And Laito too. Cordelia begins to show herself more and more.

いい加減にして！私は知らないって言ってるでしょ？ Yui: Enough! Didn't I say I don't know anything? ……っ…… Laito: … （っ……!? 自分でも思った以上に乱暴になっちゃった……） Yui: (?!… It turned out more reckless than I thought…) ボク、そういうビッチちゃんのことも、嫌いじゃないなあ。んふ。 Laito: I don't hate this Bitch-chan. Nfu. え!? Yui: Eh?! んふふ、まあいいや。夜は始まったばかりだし…… Laito: Nfu-fu. Well. The night has just begun. じっくり、聞いてやるよ。ボクの部屋で。 Laito: I'll listen to you carefully. In my bedroom.

DL Laito Maniac 08. Laito mockingly asks Yui at school how she feels after what happened. Was it more pleasant than the 'usual doing'. Yes, Laito seems to rape Yui after Richter's visit and conversation with reminding Cordelia. S-answer is to shut Laito's down. MC slapped Laito. This shocks them both. Yui admits that she only wanted to shut him verbally. But Laito is glad, he likes it. It is Cordelia slapped Laito for his dirty words about what he has done. (And after that someone could say it was Cordelia who harassed Laito? Really?? Are you joking???)

――いい加減にして！ Yui: …Enough already! *slap* っ……!? Laito: ?!… （っ……!! く、口で言うだけのつもりが、思わず手が出ちゃった） Yui: (?!… I was just thinking about saying it but my hand raised itself) 男性教師:おい、どうした？ Teacher: Hey, what's that? す、すみません。なんでもありません。ただちょっと彼の頬に蚊が止まってて…… Yui: S-sorry. Nothing. A mosquito just landed on his cheek… ……驚いたあ。ビッチちゃんにひっぱたかれるなんて…… Laito: …Wow. To get slapped by Bitch-chan… んふ、でも少し、快感。 Laito: Nfu. But it feels a little bit pleasurable.

DL Laito Maniac 09. Laito starts a conversation about his guesses about why Yui was chosen as a sacrificial bride teasing her and feeling pleasure of the way she beg to know. S-answer: 'tell' with threaten him of punishment. Laito likes her reaction again, and Yui notices it seems like she's talking some kind of nonsense. Laito also wants Yui to scold him more. Why? It's obvious Cordelia did it when Laito behavioured like this.

――教えなさいよ！今すぐ言わないと......お仕置きよ? Yui: …Speak up! If you won't say it now… I'll punish! っ……！ Laito: !.. （って！私、なんてこと言ってるの!?） Yui: (What am I talking about?!) ん～……いいね……んふ。もっと言ってよ。罵って欲しいよ、ビッチちゃん。ほら！もっと……！ Laito: Mmm～… Okay… Nfu. Say it more. I want you to scold me, Bitch-chan. Come on! More!.. （怒られるかと思ったら喜ばれた） Yui: (I thought he'd be angry but he's happy)

DL Laito Maniac 10. Laito is putting a 'chastity belt' on Yui teasing her. S-answer: 'stop it, pervert!' Laito really likes this. Yui is again surprised by saying such a thing. This was Cordelia blurting it out for her again. Cordelia thought Laito's actions as hentai's. She was against such things.

やめなさい、このヘンタイ！ Yui: Stop it, you pervert! （っ……!? 私、なんてこと言ってるの!?） Yui: (?!.. What am I saying?!) ヘンタイか……ンフフフフ、実にいい響きだね。結構な称号をどうも。 Laito: Pervert… Nfu-fu-fu-fu, it really sounds good. What a wonderful title. なんならずっとボクのことをヘンタイって呼んでもいいんだよ？ Laito: You can always call me a pervert, huh? 遠慮します…… Yui: I'll refrain...

DL Laito Ecstasy 07. After telling about the other brides Laito emphasizes that only Yui has reached the awakening level. Laito does it again teasing her but Yui doesn't feel any joy. S-answer: to step on his foot by admitting that she does not like it. Yui is surprised that she did such a thing. Pleased with the pain Laito compares her to a problematic princess.

――嬉しくないです。 Yui: …That's hardly funny. っ……!? な、なんてこと……！足を、踏んだ？ Laito: ?!… What's wrong!.. Did you step on my foot? っ…… Yui: … （自分が思った以上のことを思わずやっちゃった……） Yui: (Somehow it accidentally came out beyond what I wanted…) …………フッ。でも……この痛みも…… そう悪くないかも。 Laito: …Heh. But… this pain… is not bad. っ……!? Yui: ?!... んふっ…… Laito: Nfu… （この人って、やっぱり実はドＭなんじゃないのかな……） Yui: (Is that person really a complete masochist…) ふぅ、やれやれ困ったお姫様だ。逆ギレじゃないか。ボクのほうが今は被害者だって言うのに。 Laito: Ha, what a troublesome princess. Are you aggressive? Now the victim is me.

DL Laito Ecstasy 08. AT least Cordelia finally wakes up. S-answer: Yui asks 'pierce my heart' but it's not Cordelia's influence (cause she wants to live).

DL Laito Ecstasy 09. In the torture room Laito made a show watching Ayato drinks Yui. S-answer: 'stop it!' Cordelia did not control the answer now but Laito likes arrogant from her. Why? Cause Yui again reminds him Cordelia. With that 'stop!'

DL Laito Ecstasy 10. The final of S-answering chain dictated by Cordelia's will or resembled of her.

やめなさい！そんなこと。 Yui: Stop! Such a thing. んふ。そういう口を利くと、ますますあの人に似てる気がするね。 Laito: Nfu. When you say that, it feels like you're becoming more and more like 'that person'. もっと、罵られたいキブンだよ。ボクをこんな気持ちにさせるなんてキミは本当にイケナイ子だな。 Laito: Feeling wanting to be scold by you more. You really are a naughty girl if you rise this out in me.

It's really strange that fans still don't see how Laito noticed the similarity between Yui and his mother in such situations. He directly tells us that fighting back is Cordelia's behavior. Slapping, telling stop, calling a pervert, threatening by punishment — all this excites Laito because this resembles Cordelia.

And I have a question for the fans who always distorts the facts and tries to make Cordelia harassing to Laito. Why have you been a blind eye to the obvious fact all these years? You're even calling me 'rape apologists' but maybe it's more suitable to you? Cause you blame a real victim. Laito arouses by Yui's fighting back because Cordelia has similarly resisted him in the past. If that weren't the case, he wouldn't compare Yui's struggling to Cordelia's. If that weren't the case, he wouldn't be so aroused. Laito desires making Yui his only because he wanted to possessing Cordelia. And Laito is NOT to blame for this. It's an instinct, and he can't do anything about it. He's a vampire and Cordelia has the blood that drives vampires crazy. So how should Cordelia act with her son who is much stronger than her and can kill her in the blink of an eye? He could kill her and eat her heart. How do you manage him in her place? With kind words and 'mother's love'? It doesn't work with him. He doesn't hear anything, he doesn't want to stop. And you blame Cordelia? Why I don't blame Laito the same way you blame Cordelia for all the imagined sins?

Cordelia's example shows there are things that can't be solved by conversations. And if fighting back and struggling and threats to punish only excited Laito more, it was logical to start controlling him even with blood. What else could she do? To die?

This is an insoluble conflict between them.

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