#it’s my first real fic pls be gentle

[clownfishbites]

I actually wrote the first chapter of my first batjokes fic woo

I really decided 2024 was the year I was gonna actually contribute instead of lurking, so I hope at least one person enjoys! It’s gonna be a long ride (hopefully)

[idyllic-ghost]

title: Forever Yours, Faithfully pairing: lee jihoon x fem!reader genre: romance, fluff, slight angst, smut warnings: mentions of food (sushi) and alcohol, mentions of clothes not fitting (jihoon buys reader something new, but one of the items are uncomfy bc women's sizes are weird), nsfw content (make-out in hot tub, fluffy smut, unprotected sex (don't do this, wrap it up pls), oral (f receiving), slight overstimulation) synopsis: Ever since you had Valentine's day ruined for you by an ex, you decided to never pay the holiday any attention ever again. However, when your new boyfriend finds out about this, he just has to do something for you and change the connotation you have with the fourteenth. wordcount: 9.7k taglist: @enhacolor, @shuabby1994, @junhui-recs, @dkakapizzaboy, @just-here-to-read-01, @loviehan, @userjunhuii, @novalpha, @bubblymoon, @aaniag

a/n: breaking my hiatus for a moment to post this valentine's fic! this is a @svthub fic swap for @wooahaeproductions! happy valentine's day, i hope you enjoy!🩷 and a special thank you to @wongyuseokie and @strawberryya for proofing this!

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“... I hate it. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh. Even worse when you make me cry…”

A knock at your door interrupted Kat Stratford’s monologue on your TV screen, forcing you to look away from the movie and put down your bowl of ice cream. Pausing the romantic comedy, you listened to see if you were just hearing things - secretly hoping that was the case. However, there was another knock. It sounded cautious rather than angry, so you had no real reason to worry about who was on the other side of your door. You reached for the tissue box to dry your tear-stained cheeks and adjusted your clothes to make you look at least halfway decent. Before you had even stood up from the couch, there was yet another knock at the door.

“I’m coming!” you shouted and stood up. 

You weren’t expecting anyone and silently hoped it was just your neighbor needing something and not one of your friends trying to take you out for drinks. Valentine’s Day was tough for you, it had been for a couple of years now, and you knew that your friends were only trying to cheer you up. However, when you opened the door, you were met with someone that you hadn’t anticipated.

“Hi.” Jihoon stood in front of you, fidgeting with the strap of a bag.

“Hi,” you said, trying to hide your disheveled self behind the door.

“Have you been crying?” He asked with furrowed brows.

“Oh, uh… I was just watching a movie.” You wiped your face with your sleeve. “10 Things I Hate About You… the ending always gets me.”

“Right, I’m sorry I interrupted… I know you said that you didn’t want anything for Valentine’s Day, but…” He sighed and looked down at his feet. “I talked to Soonyoung, and he…”

At the mention of your mutual friend’s name, everything fell into place. He wasn’t a bad friend, not at all, but sometimes he found the most particular ways to get in your business. You knew it came from a good place. However, a warning would be nice.

“He blabbed, didn’t he?”

“Yeah…” He looked back at you. “I know it’s only been a couple of months or so, but I don’t want our first Valentine’s to be… well, this…”

“You’ve got something planned?” You couldn’t hide that you were pleasantly surprised, your joyful tone giving you away.

“It’s a bit last minute, but yes.”

You look into your messy apartment, internally fighting with yourself over whether or not letting him in was worth the embarrassment. When you look back at him, he seems patient - Jihoon always had a way of communicating without having to say a single word, his feelings coming through his expressive eyes or his gentle smile. You didn’t need to worry about making him agitated. He was always patient with you. Moving to the side and opening the door ever so slightly more, you silently invite him in. 

You met Jihoon a few years ago, when you were still with your ex. The two of you never talked much, as a result of Jihoon being so introverted and your ex being a possessive jerk. The time spent with your ex wasn’t all bad, but the good times were drowned out by the bad times - such as your last Valentine’s together. Neither of you planned anything for the day, but you decided to do something last minute: dinner and a movie. When you told him of your plan, he exploded at you.

“I hate Valentine’s, okay!? It’s not my fault you think one day of pampering will fix our problems! Just go out with one of the other guys you’ve been texting- I’ve seen your messages!”

The words rang in your ears every time the holiday came, creeping back each year. Throughout the relationship with your ex, your needs were never met when you were with him. Things were different with Jihoon. Once you had broken up with your ex and a few months had passed for you to heal, Soonyoung introduced you to Jihoon again. It started slow, the two of you stayed friends for a little over a year before even considering dating. Mostly because you were still hurt but also because neither of you seemed to figure out what you both felt for each other. You remember your mutual friends’ reaction when you told them you had started dating; “Finally… we can stop pretending that you don’t make googly eyes at each other whenever you’re in the same room”, or something along those lines.

Now that you had been together for a couple of months, you didn’t understand what took you so long. Even though he was busy most of the time, he always put all of his attention on you whenever the two of you were together. However, when Valentine’s Day rolled around yet again, you didn’t plan anything. You didn’t ask or hint at anything that you wanted to do. You just let it be. That way, your heart stayed safe. Valentine’s wasn’t meant for you, or so you thought. Soonyoung had been with you through it and had been a shoulder for you to cry on from time to time. You swearing him to secrecy about the meaning of the day didn’t work when it came to Jihoon. 

“What’s in the bag?” You asked and tried to take a peek.

“You’ll see.” Jihoon smiled proudly and pulled the bag behind his back, away from you. “Go get some things packed - just enough for one night. I’ll wait here for you.”

“Do I need to get dressed?”

“Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You looked at Jihoon in his usual attire - an oversized t-shirt, big pants, and slippers - and decided you could leave as you were. While throwing a few necessities in a bag, Jihoon stayed in the hallway and watched you. His proud smile never left him, and it made you all the more excited. Just the fact that he wanted to do something with you at all, and pulled himself out of work on his own accord, made you happier than you had ever been on any other Valentine’s. 

Your happy jitters turned into nerves when you saw where Jihoon was driving you. A five-star hotel. Suddenly, the idea of staying comfortable over being dressed up didn’t feel very smart. It was an expensive part of town; people dressed to the nines walked up and down the streets, and you slowly sank further into your seat. As if he could sense your anxiety, Jihoon put a comforting hand on your thigh.

“We’re going in through a back door. Is that okay with you?” It was his way of reassuring you without pointing out your insecurities. “I want it to stay private. Going in through the main entrance could cause a scene.”

You nodded, although you were mostly happy to hear that you didn’t have to walk around in your sweats amongst people with thousand-dollar suits. Usually, you would’ve considered this a negative side effect of dating someone famous - but this time, it was welcomed.

“... why don’t you take a look in the bag now?” he suggested.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to.”

“Just take a look,” he said, “I think it’ll calm your nerves.”

The bag sat between your legs, so you pulled it up to sit in your lap. Inside the bag was a beautiful green fabric. It felt expensive to the touch. When you pulled it up, you saw that it was a dress - a gorgeous, designer dress. Looking at the bag again, you finally recognize the high fashion brand.

“Jihoon…” You were at a loss for words.

“You’ll have time to freshen up inside, then you can put it on for me.” His eyes stayed on the road, but his ears turned red. “And there’s something else in there too… but you probably don’t want to pull it up in front of the window.”

You rummaged through the bag, seeing something lacy at the bottom of it. Turning to Jihoon with wide eyes, he still didn’t meet your gaze but was smiling. The two of you weren’t necessarily an innocent couple, you were not abstinent, but this was something that he hadn’t done for you before. Any nerves that you had felt before were now replaced with pure excitement. If this was just the beginning, then what else did he have planned?

The two of you made your way up to your suite rather easily. Jihoon got the keycard from the reception and helped carry your bags to the elevator. There weren’t many people around, seeing as you had just missed rush hour, and you ended up getting the elevator all to yourselves. The eleventh button was glowing. You couldn’t remember if you had ever been in a hotel room so high up. While you were lost in your thoughts, Jihoon snuck up right next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. The bags were on the floor right by your feet, right next to the bag with your dress. The memory of the silky fabric made you smile. He had found something to your taste just for this occasion.

“I’m going to order some food when we get up,” Jihoon said. “But there’s a very nice bathroom with a waterfall shower so, if you want to freshen up before we go out later, I can postpone dinner.”

“We’re eating dinner in the hotel room, but still going out after?” You turned to him with an intrigued look. “What do you have planned?”

“It’s a secret.”

The suite was huge - which, to be fair, is what you should expect from a suite. When you walked in, you were met with the king-sized bed, its headboard against the wall. To the left of it were the windows and balcony, and if it hadn’t been for the cold, you would’ve stepped out on it immediately. To the right of the bed, the floor dipped down one step. There stood what seemed to be a jacuzzi. It was covered with a gray sheet, but the nozzle was still visible. On the other side of the jacuzzi was another small step up and a door - which you assumed was the bathroom.

“Where do you want your things?” Jihoon asked after putting his bag next to the bed.

“I’ll take it to the bathroom,” you hummed. 

Jihoon gave you a small nod and a smile before handing you your bag. You carried your bag across the room to the bathroom. Once the door closed, Jihoon’s smile faded. He hated that he had to figure all of this out through Soonyoung. The history between you and your ex, the meaning of Valentine’s Day for you, and even what you wanted. It felt like he didn’t know you at all, even if you had been friends before you started seeing each other romantically. A big clump of sorrow had grown in his throat ever since he talked to Soonyoung about you earlier that day.

He was in his studio, working like any other day of the week. You had told him that you’d rather not do Valentine’s Day. That it wasn’t your thing, and Jihoon had taken that at face value and respected it. He thought it was what he was supposed to do as your boyfriend. If it weren’t for the city's decorations, he would have completely forgotten the holiday. In fact, he had forgotten that it was the fourteenth already. It was only when Soonyoung burst in with a cute bouquet that he remembered what day it was. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Soonyoung had shouted jokingly as he handed him the bouquet.

There was a small pink note attached to it. It said “Be Mine?” in curvy red letters. Jihoon scoffed at the gifts but still put them somewhere he wouldn’t forget them. The flowers had a small plastic bag with a wet paper towel wrapped around their ends, so they could make it another few hours before he put them in a vase.

“Where did you even find a floral shop right now? It’s only eight in the morning.”

“I have my ways.” Soonyoung shrugged. “What do you have planned for tonight?”

“Nothing,” Jihoon said nonchalantly.

The sudden silence from his usually loud friend made Jihoon push off one of the ear cushions of his headphones and turn to him.

“What?” he asked.

“You’re not doing anything for Valentine’s Day?” Soonyoung was unusually serious.

“Y/N said that she’d rather not do anything,” he answered. “Am I not supposed to respect that?”

“Did you ask her why?”

“I just assumed she didn’t like this kind of stuff. She doesn’t like those cheesy things.” Jihoon tried to brush off the sudden feeling of stress that he had done something wrong, but Soonyoung’s sad face only made him worry more.

“Maybe not, but you didn’t plan anything at all?”

“What?”

Soonyoung sighed, before going to make himself comfortable on Jihoon’s couch. Jihoon followed his friend’s every movement, suddenly feeling like it was hard to breathe. Had he really done something wrong by just respecting your wishes?

“I’m going to assume you don’t know anything,” he said.

“Know what?” Jihoon started getting frustrated.

“Okay, well… do you remember that guy Y/N was with a few years back?”

“You don’t have to remind me…” Jihoon sighed and leaned his head back. “Yes. I know what happened between them and that she hasn’t seen him since.”

“Yeah, but you don’t know about Valentine’s,” Soonyoung explained, “She broke up with him the day after- I don’t know all the details, but they fought about what to do on Valentine’s. She was trying to keep the relationship together, and he just snapped - said he didn’t like the fourteenth and basically made her feel like a burden for trying to patch things together.”

Jihoon put his face in his hands, trying to navigate how to handle this new information. How could he have known? Maybe he should have asked, but he didn’t want to intrude on her privacy… Everybody told him that communication is key, but nobody warned him that it would be this difficult.

“Y/N loves Valentine’s Day, as long as it’s not some cheesy thing- she didn’t lie to you about that,” Soonyoung said, “She’s just scared that if she put pressure on you about it, you’d blow up on her.”

“Why would she think that?”

“Because everyone’s not always rational.” Soonyoung stood back up and walked over to him. “Like you right now, you’re probably worrying about her not feeling safe around you. She does. She just has her problems to deal with. Instead of worrying, you should do something.”

“What? Like dinner and a movie?”

“No-” Soonyoung cleared his throat. “No. That’s what she wanted to do with her ex. Find something else.”

“What do people do on Valentine’s?” Jihoon’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to find the answer to his question in some corner of his mind. 

“Wine tasting.”

“Wine tasting?”

“She’s always wanted to go, and I know a place- and the owner…” He paused and quickly added, “Well… Mingyu knows the owner, but you get my point.”

“And you think Y/N wants that?”

“Definitely. Go find Mingyu and ask him to help you out.”

“I will, thank you.” Jihoon stood up and walked over to the door but turned to face his friend again. “When did you start acting wise?”

“I’m a man of many mysteries.” Soonyoung joked. “You can thank me by letting me borrow your studio.”

“... fine.”

“Yes!” He quickly got up his phone and started tapping. “If you see me go live, no, you don’t.”

Not even wanting to think about what that meant, Jihoon left the studio with a huff.

The sound of the water turning on in the shower brought Jihoon out of his thoughts. You seemed happy, albeit nervous, so he shouldn’t have anything to worry about… but he couldn’t help worrying about you and your feelings. He would do anything to make you forget about your past connotations with today. Jihoon got out his phone and looked at his messages. “Do you know that Soonyoung’s in your studio right now?” sent in different variations from many different people… he would have to worry about this later. Tonight was supposed to be all about you, so he turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket.

You were blissfully unaware of Jihoon’s troubles as you stood in the stream of the waterfall shower. The warm water created a comforting barrier around your body. The steam from it created a mist that seemed to silence all sounds except the water hitting the floor.  You could close your eyes and forget everything around you for a moment. Letting the water run over your head yet another time before turning the nozzle off, you let yourself have a moment of pure silence. Without the water running down your body, the cold air started tickling your skin. You reached outside the shower and grabbed your towel, drying yourself off before wrapping it around you. 

The bathroom of the suite was as luxurious as the rest of it. There was a window, currently fogged up from the steam, facing another part of the city than the windows in the bedroom. The toilet seemed to have different settings, given the many buttons you didn’t dare touch, and the sink had a wide marble top. In a box on the sink, there were a plethora of travel-sized sample products - and you looked through their assortment before doing your skincare. You could hear Jihoon talking on the other side of the door, probably ordering the two of you room service, but his voice was too muffled for you to hear what he was saying. You wondered just how much Soonyoung had told Jihoon for him to act this way. Jihoon wasn’t neglectful. However, he didn’t always know how to express how he felt through acts of service or coming up with cute dates. The two of you spent most of your time together the way you had when you were just friends, with some changes of course. Your most precious memories with Jihoon were from the simple times; watching movies together, going out to get coffee, or laying in bed together during the morning when neither of you could get up. He knew he didn’t have to do something like this, you had told him yourself, but he decided to do it anyway. You smiled to yourself as you put on the fluffy hotel bathrobe. 

When you got out of the bathroom, you looked to your left to see an entire area of the room that you seemed to have missed. Your want for a luxurious shower was bigger than your want to explore the room, it seemed. The unknown area of the hotel room had a couch with a TV in front of it and a lonely armchair standing in the corner. There was a small bar with a minifridge, and on the coffee table stood a pink, heart-shaped box and a bouquet of red roses in a vase. Beside the coffee table stood a very flustered Jihoon, looking puzzled at the sight of the box and flowers.

“Are those for us?” You asked, making Jihoon look at you.

He paused for a moment at the sight, forgetting the box of chocolates on the table, his jaw first going slack before he started smiling. Clearing his throat, he looked back at the coffee table and picked up a note to show you.

“It looks that way,” he said.

You took the note from him; “Enjoy the evening! Happy Valentine’s Day, from the staff of Prestige View,” it said in bold golden letters. You turned it around in your hand, but there was nothing else on the back. 

“I told them it was a Valentine’s getaway. I didn’t think they’d do something like this so last minute,” Jihoon said and took another look at you. “Did you enjoy the shower?”

“It was the most wonderful shower I’ve had in a while.” You put down the card and approached him with your arms open. “Thank you for doing this. It’s very sweet.”

“You don’t have to thank me… I wanted to do this,” he assured you as he wrapped his arms around you. 

Jihoon nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his cool breaths against your warm skin. You squeezed him tighter as he whispered how beautiful you looked. It was barely audible, and you silently acknowledged it by pressing a kiss to the side of his head. He pulled away from you with a small smile, his eyes sparkling with adoration. Your moment was ruined by a knock at your door and a voice shouting, “Room service!”. 

“I’ll get that; make yourself comfortable.” Jihoon left your side.

You sat down on the plush cushions of the couch, practically sinking into the fabric - almost like floating on a cloud. Just as you put a blanket over your legs, Jihoon comes back with a big tray. You let out a delighted gasp as he put it down on the coffee table. 

“You still like sushi, right?” Jihoon joked as he went to grab two bottles of water from the mini-fridge.

“Yes.” You looked over the large tray and the many different kinds of sushi bites.

Quickly, you patted the space beside you for him to sit down. Jihoon put the bottles on the table and sat down. You captured his face with your hands and brought your lips to his cheek for a thank-you kiss. The sudden act of affection had the man beside you stumped - barely moving while you reached for the tray with your chopsticks.

“You’re being ridiculous,” he chortled with a reddened face.

“No, am not- dish ish amashing,” you said with your hand over your mouth to hide the piece of sushi you were still chewing.

You looked over at Jihoon, who had still not touched the food. He was still stuck looking at you as if he was trying to memorize every detail of how you looked at this moment. With one hand, he reached over to your head and ruffled your hair despite your grunts of protest coming from you.

“Eat well,” he said and started eating himself.

Once the food was finished, at least as much as you could muster, and after a food coma nap on the couch, the two of you started getting ready for the mysterious evening. Whatever he had planned, Jihoon wasn’t telling you. All you knew was that he wanted you to wear the dress he had gotten you, so while Jihoon was in the shower, you picked up the bag and looked at the garments inside. It was a silky dress and lingerie with a matching color. The thought of your boyfriend knowing exactly what you were wearing under your dress throughout the rest of the evening felt exciting in some strange way.

Your fingers grazed the green fabric of the dress - you were almost too afraid to put it on. It looked expensive. A part of you wondered how he had gotten it so fast. Had he gotten someone else to get it for him? Had he gone into stores himself? Picturing it in your head almost made you start laughing. You could see him furrowing his brows at the sizes and different shapes. Mustering up the courage to put it on, you sadly find out that the underwear doesn’t fit very comfortably. And although you want to wear it for him, it would just not work. So you put on the undergarments that you had brought with you - which were not as luxurious as the ones he had bought, but they were still pretty. You had packed it at the last minute, just in case you needed it.  More importantly, the dress fit you perfectly to the point that you questioned how he could pick it out.

When Jihoon got out of the bathroom, he was already dressed. His hair was still slightly damp, it was slicked back to the best of his abilities, but a few strands of hair still fell over his face. His all-black suit made you think of one of those dramas where the main female character gets together with a demon. 

“You look beautiful,” he said, but his eyes drifted over to the bed where the lingerie he bought was still lying. “Are you…”

“It didn’t fit,” you answered quickly. “I put on something that I brought. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course, it’s okay.” He walked over to the bed to return the garments  in their bag. “I’ll just get you a better size next time.”

“Next time?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Sure, why not?” He put the bag down on the floor and turned back to you. “I liked getting you these…”

“Well, I won’t stop you.” You walked up next to him and held onto his arm. “You look very handsome, by the way.”

Jihoon put his hand on top of yours, still holding onto his forearm, and gently squeezed it as a silent thank you. A soft squeeze of your hand was his usual way of communicating things to you that he didn’t know how to express verbally. The casual compliment proved too much for him; he avoided eye contact, and you could see his ears turning red. You would never think that this man could get so flustered the first time you talked to him. He was quiet then too, but he was calm and collected. Maybe it was a front, and maybe he was good at hiding these things from strangers - either way, you were happy that he felt a little more comfortable now.

The two of you made your way to the hotel restaurant, and you were looking for something that could tell you what you were in for. Dark hallways and furniture, lit up by elegant chandeliers in the ceiling and sleek lights on the walls, made the hotel seem endless. You and Jihoon walked in comfortable silence, mostly because you were trying to focus on finding signs. There were other people around you dressed in visibly expensive clothes, so you knew that it wasn’t a private event. However, you had no idea what kind of thing Jihoon could come up with. 

At the entrance to the restaurant, you were greeted by a tall man with a slim mustache. He was dressed in the colors of the hotel and had a small name tag. You neither had the time nor energy to read what it said, as it was written in complicated cursive, and the man quickly opened the door for you after Jihoon said his name. In the restaurant, there were round tables placed in a half-circle. By each table stood two chairs, and the man by the door brought you to one by a large floor-to-ceiling window. Out the window, you could see the entire city. It wasn’t very late, so most of the windows in the buildings surrounding you were lit. The man pulled the chair out for you, and you sat down.

“Thank you,” you said, and the man walked away.

A tall candle, a small plate and knife, and a myriad of wine glasses were on the table. In front of you was a small card, and on the front of it said “Menu” in the same kind of cursive as on the man’s ineffective name tag.

“Are we eating more?” you asked with a worried glance at Jihoon.

“Open it,” he answered simply.

You opened the card and read a list of French and Italian names, most of which you couldn’t pronounce. 

“Wine?” You looked back up at Jihoon with big eyes. “Is this a wine-tasting event?”

“Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding? I love it,” you said with a big smile. “Thank you, honey.”

Jihoon didn’t have time to respond as another man, dressed similarly to the man by the door, stood in the middle of the half-circle and began speaking. The murmur of the people in the room died down as everyone turned their attention to the man.

“Welcome to our Valentine’s wine-tasting event,” he said with a clear and loud voice, “I will be presenting the wines for you all tonight, along with the assortment of refreshments that go along with them. To start the night, our servers are currently providing you with an extra dry Prosecco.”

A server approached your table and poured the sparkling wine into your glasses as if on cue. The murmur started up again as everyone began talking about the wine. You thanked the waiter, and he walked away. 

“This 2022 sparkling wine, made of the Glera grape, has hints of apple and honey,” the wine presenter said. “This is produced in the province of Trieste, Italy…”

The man kept talking, but you started to tune him out when he started saying words you didn’t recognize. You carefully sniffed the wine before taking a sip of it.

“Good?” Jihoon asked.

“Very good.” You put your glass down and opened the booklet of wines. “I don’t know how much I should drink of it… how many glasses are on the menu?”

“Six,” he answered. “Including the Prosecco.”

You looked at the list; Pinot Grigio, Chardonnay, Merlot, Nebbiolo, and Vin Santo… yeah, you’d be drunk by the end. The glasses weren’t extremely big, and they certainly didn’t fill the glass all the way, but there was no way you’d walk out of here just barely tipsy if you drank everything. 

“Drink as much as you want, okay?” Jihoon brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. “I’ll take care of you- even if I have to carry you out of here.”

You chuckled at his joke and comfortably brought the glass of Prosecco to your lips again. Jihoon was still looking at you when you put your glass down. He had a certain look in his eye that you had only really seen a couple of times before. Mischief mixed with something sentimental - playful and romantic.

“What?” You asked.

“All of this…” He motioned to your surroundings. “It suits you… it’s sexy.”

“Sexy?” You raised your brows as you raised your glass to your lips again. “Good to know.”

Jihoon looked away from you, one of his hands coming up to hide his reddened face. He let out a huff and straightened his back.

“I just mean that-”

“No, I heard you,” you teased.

Before Jihoon could get another word in, the servers came out with the next wine; Pinot Grigio, paired with small crackers with goat cheese and apricot jam. The presenter began speaking about the wine again, but your head was already buzzing, and you were far too distracted to listen to him. One of your feet was running up the inside of Jihoon’s calf. Your hand was resting on the table between you, and Jihoon quickly put his hand on top of yours. 

“What are you up to?” He asked with a strained smile.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” You picked up the second glass of wine as you brought your foot up higher.

You brought the wine to your lips, letting out a delighted hum before putting the glass down again. Jihoon squeezed your hand as your foot was now brushing against the inside of his thigh. Instead of backing down, you let go of Jihoon’s hand and picked up one of the crackers. A little bit of jam got on your finger as you put the appetizer in your mouth. You locked eyes with him as you put the tip of your finger in your mouth.

“You’re insatiable,” he said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged and grabbed your drink again.

Jihoon shook his head slowly, picking up his glass. However, just as he started to enjoy teasing, you brought your foot back down. He gave you a confused look, trying to figure out your motive.

“Did you like the wine?” You asked, ignoring the tension growing between you.

After each glass, the soft buzzing feeling in your head grew more prominent. You got giggly and touchy - you couldn’t seem to let go of Jihoon’s hand across the table. The restaurant offered you bread and other refreshments along with your drinks and played romantic ballads over the speakers. It wasn’t like anything you had done with Jihoon before, but it was just perfect for tonight. Your teasing under the table had stopped, although you sometimes nudged your foot next to his, but the tension it had left between you didn’t break. At this point, you weren’t listening to the wine presenter nor taking his advice on how you should drink the wine. Maybe some of the wine-tasting experience was gone because of it, but you were more than content with the night still. When they brought out the Vin Santo, they also came out with a dessert; a tiramisu shaped into a heart and two spoons. Jihoon quickly picked up one of the spoons and let it sink into the dessert. The spoon dipped into the creamy dessert, ruining the layer of cacao powder laying on top. Picking the spoon back up with a perfectly bite-sized piece on it, he held it up to your mouth. 

“Are you feeding me?” You asked with a giggle.

“I want you to have the first bite.” He smiled and urged the spoon toward you again.

You opened your mouth and as you closed it around the spoon, you were hit with an explosion of flavor - the strong espresso, the bitter cacao, and the sweet lady-fingers and cream. The two of you laughed, for no real reason, as Jihoon pulled back the spoon. 

“This has been so nice,” you said and motioned to the last glass on the table. “But I won’t be able to finish this drink…”

“That’s alright,” he hummed. “Do you want to… go back to our room?”

“Yes, please.”

After, not so carefully, sneaking out of the restaurant while the wine presenter was talking, you walked through the long hallways towards your room. Jihoon's hand was at first only placed on your lower back, but eventually snuck around your waist to keep the both of you upright. The two of you had been drinking a lot, but the long walk helped sober you up just a little. You'd definitely get a headache in the morning, but it wasn't something you couldn't handle. As the two of you finally got to your hallway, you were ready to throw yourself in bed - but Jihoon apparently had other plans.

“I still have another surprise for you, you know.” He held your waist firmer, keeping you close to his side. “They should’ve set it up for us in the room by now.”

You excitedly giggled as you watched Jihoon fumble with the keycard before unlocking the door. As soon as he opened it, the smell of roses hit your nose. By your feet laid a trail of red rose petals, which was leading you into the room. You followed the trail with careful steps and looked up as they came to a stop. The jacuzzi was now turned on and bubbling. In the water, even more rose petals were floating. Jihoon came up behind you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist.

“Is it okay?” He whispered next to your ear.

“It’s perfect,” you answered softly and with a warm smile. “If this is last minute, I can’t even imagine what you could do with time on your hands.”

“You could find out,” he suggested and pressed a kiss to the area where your neck meets your shoulder.

Jihoon’s words, although softly spoken and barely over a whisper, sent a shiver down your spine. His hands played with the fabric of your dress, and you leaned back against his chest to fully welcome his embrace. The soft kisses he was placing on your shoulder and neck didn’t stop, and you leaned your head to the side to allow him more access.

“I’d love to keep this going,” you whispered. “But I don’t want to waste all this.”

Your boyfriend sighed and let you go, the absence of his arms leaving a chilly imprint around your waist. You went to take off your shoes. After putting your feet on the floor, you looked up to see Jihoon taking out his button-up from his pants to unbutton it. You watched in anticipation as he shrugged off the shirt, watching the muscles in his back move as he did. He threw his shirt on a chair before unbuckling his belt, all while being unaware of you ogling at him. When his pants had been unbuttoned, he finally looked back at you - at your fully dressed form.

“Are you going to make me get in alone?” He asked.

“I…” You paused to find an excuse. “Well, since I didn't have time to get you a Valentine's Day present, I thought you could unwrap me instead.”

"Ah, so that's the only reason you were just standing there looking at me?" Jihoon teased.

"Definitely." You nodded, content with your answer.

Jihoon motioned for you to come over to him, which you quickly did. You had no trouble unzipping yourself from this dress but getting a little help never hurt. His hands made work of your zipper, slowly dragging it down your back. The soft touch of his fingers tracing the edges of your lingerie had your head buzzing more than the amount of wine you had been drinking. 

“Thank you,” you murmured and let the straps slide off your shoulders.

It always felt a little nerve-wracking to get undressed in front of him - being vulnerable with him like this was still somewhat new to you. Nevertheless, the feeling of him embracing you again comforted you. 

“You look beautiful,” he said. "I thought it'd be fun to buy lingerie for you, but letting it be a surprise might be better..."

You got out of his grip and turned to him, putting a hand on his chest to prevent him from wrapping his arms around you again. Jihoon was grinning like a love-sick fool - an expression that you hadn’t seen much of before, but that you could definitely get used to.

“Stop fooling around,” you said. “We haven’t even gotten in the hot tub yet…”

"Then let me finish unwrapping my present," he argued with a flirtatious tone.

You let your hand fall to your side, allowing Jihoon to approach you again. His hands went behind your back, playing with the edge of your lingerie again before unhooking the bra. He took his hands back from behind you and gently, almost innocently, pulled the straps of your bra down. The garment fell to the floor with a soft thud. Jihoon brushed your hair to the side, pressing a few kisses on your neck before trailing them down your clavicle; down between the valley of your breast, over your stomach. When he was down on his knees, he looked back up you - silently asking for permission as he played with the hem of your panties. You nodded, and Jihoon pressed a kiss to your hipbone before pulling them down.

After getting fully undressed, and after Jihoon grabbed the box of chocolates and two bottles of water, you sat down in the jacuzzi. With one hand, he opened up the box and put the lid on the floor. He picked up a random piece and put it in his mouth, making a weird grimace.

“Not good?” You asked.

“No.” He shook his head. “Could you hand me the water?”

You picked up one of the bottles for him, unscrewing the top and handing it to him before you grabbed the second bottle for yourself. Drinking the cold water contrasted nicely with the hot bath. While it didn’t help you to sober up completely, it helped you clear your head a little.

“Sad to let them go to waste…” you said as you put the cap back on your bottle, and he hummed in agreement. 

“I’ll take them with me, maybe someone else likes them.” He put down the water bottle and offered to put yours down as well, which you gladly accepted.

Jihoon let out a sigh and leaned his head back, while you moved over to sit beside him. One of your hands caressed his chest and landed on his shoulder, while your head rested on his other shoulder. Jihoon wrapped one of his arms around your frame, trying to pull you impossibly close.

“Tonight was perfect,” you confessed.

“You’re talking like the night’s over.” He turned his head to look at you.

“It’s not over?”

“It doesn’t have to be.” Jihoon cupped your face in his palm, bringing your face closer to his. 

The two of you looked into each others’ eyes before he suddenly broke out into an embarrassed fit of giggles. His forehead leaned against yours.

“Sorry… that was cheesy, wasn’t it?” His thumb was caressing your cheekbone, slowly going back and forth over the soft skin.

“It was sweet,” you assured him. “But a little bit cheesy, yes.”

He let out another short laugh and turned away from you, suddenly very shy. Your hand left his shoulder to turn his face back to you. The way that he looked at you drowned out all sound, even the sound of the hot tub jets, and for a moment you let yourself be engulfed by bliss. It wasn’t how you had imagined spending Valentine’s Day - it was better than you could have imagined. You wrapped your arms around Jihoon’s neck and brought him closer for a kiss. At first, it was gentle, practically just a peck, but then you grew hungry. In a sudden need for more, you pressed your lips against his again. Your lips danced for dominance, all the while Jihoon gripped your hips to maneuver you to straddle his lap. Everything was spinning, you found yourself completely lost in his kiss - only for Jihoon to break it, the feeling of him smiling against your lips making you smile as well.

“What?” you asked, out of breath.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just you.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, but couldn’t help your smile growing wider. Jihoon pressed another kiss to the corner of your lips, then on your jaw, down your neck, and on your clavicle. Exploring every inch of you that he could reach, Jihoon pulled you in closer. The action made you come closer to his already hardened cock. Testing out the waters, you started slowly grinding against him. Between lingering kisses against your skin, Jihoon let out soft groans and whimpers - it wasn’t even in his head to tell you to stop. Your fingers raked through his hair, silently urging him to keep going.

“Jihoon.” You let out a shaky breath. “Baby…”

“What?” He pulled away and looked up at you, pupils blown out to double their normal size and hair messy by your doing. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “I need you.”

“In here?” He looked amused at your sudden desire. “Right now?”

“I don’t care-”

In a split second, Jihoon manhandled you to sit with your back against his chest. Water splashed around the tub, possibly spilling off the edge as laughter spilled from your lips. One of Jihoon’s arms was wrapped around your waist, while his other hand was spreading your thighs apart. His lips were back on your neck again - his kisses and his fingers drawing patterns on the inside of your thigh were making you dizzy.

“Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yes.”

At this point, you were aching - the simple touch of his hand where you needed him most had you falling apart. While his middle- and ring finger circled your clit, his other hand ran across your body. Jihoon was everywhere, there was no way you could escape him - so you let yourself be engulfed by all of him, slowly sinking into your body. Your mouth hung open, and your moans and whines were impossible to hide. His hot breath fanned against your neck, teeth grazing against the delicate skin before his soothing tongue made contact with it. His other hand reached your chest, fingers circling your nipple. Suddenly, in desperate need to ground yourself, you grabbed his hand. Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers plunged inside you, his palm still grazing against your clit. The grip you had on his hand tightened, and you could feel him smiling against your neck. Jihoon’s hand moved expertly as if he already knew every crevice of your body - and where his touch would drive you mad. Your hips stuttered against his hand.

“There you go,” he murmured in your ear. “Fall apart on my fingers, baby, you can let go.”

The feeling of him lightly biting down on your earlobe, and the persistent thrusting of his fingers, made something snap in your lower stomach. A wave of pleasure washed over you, your body moving on its own against his hand. You could hear water splashing on the floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it at that moment. Jihoon left his hand in between your legs, letting you ride out your high against it. His other hand lovingly held onto yours still, not even planning on letting go unless you did so first.

“Are you alright, darling?” His velvety voice brought you back to the real world.

As soon as you tried to move, Jihoon helped you to move your legs to sit across his lap. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you finally found your voice.

“I’m more than alright,” you answered.

One of Jihoon’s hands rested on your back, while the other held your legs. In his arms, you were safe - you had a feeling you always would be. You snuggled your face into the crook of his neck and closed your eyes. However, the feeling of something hard pressing against your thigh had your mind drift off to other things.

“Jihoon?”

He hummed in response.

“Could you help me get to bed?”

“Tired already?”

“Not a chance.”

The two of you managed to get out of the hot tub and dry off quickly - not caring about being completely dry before moving over to the bed. Plush pillows and covers welcomed you as you practically jump into them. You held out your arms to Jihoon, and he quickly came to your embrace. Leaning over you, his hair fell in front of his face - but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead of brushing it to the side, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. Clearly, he had a more important objective, and so it was up to you to brush his hair away from his face. You held it back, intertwining your fingers in his locks, and he let out a delighted sigh as your nails gently scratched against his scalp.

“Let me take care of you too,” you suggested as you broke the kiss.

For a moment, Jihoon considered it. He couldn’t deny that he loved having your lips wrapped around his cock, or even just your hand, but he couldn’t forget why he was here in the first place. 

“Tonight’s about you,” he reminded you. “Just relax and let me take care of the rest.”

You couldn’t exactly say no to that kind of proposition. One of Jihoon’s hands traveled down your body again, separating your legs for a second time tonight. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. The soft and slow was nice, but now you were getting antsy. A smile flashed across Jihoon’s face, which he tried to hide by biting down on his bottom lip. Showing him your unabashed want for him was something he’d never get used to. As he lined himself up with your core, you moved your hands to grip onto his shoulders. The stretch of him entering still managed to feel like the first time you had been with him like this. As he bottomed out, you let out a guttural moan - still sensitive from your earlier orgasm.

“Fuck, you feel amazing…” Jihoon rested his head in the crook of your neck.

Having struggled through the entire night, trying not to take you on the couch earlier or even on top of the restaurant table, this alone was almost too much. The sting from your nails digging into his back cleared up his fogged-up head slightly, and he started moving. Jihoon’s movements were slow, agonizingly so, but if he moved any faster he was afraid he might cum on the spot. This entire night had been a tease for him, and now that he finally got what he wanted he didn’t know how to act. Jihoon lifted his head and looked at your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed, your eyes shut tight, and your bottom lip slipped between your teeth. Brushing his thumb against your cheek, and cupping your face in his palm, your eyes fluttered open to look at him.

“Please, Jihoon,” you whimpered. “Just a little faster?”

How could he say no to you? His hips picked up their pace, while his head was back in the crook of your neck. You let out a surprised moan as his teeth dug into your skin, as he tried to contain himself. How could you look more beautiful every time he laid his eyes upon you? Jihoon swore that you’d kill him someday if it continued like this. He leaned back up on his arm. The hand that wasn’t holding him up went to grab your thigh, pulling one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder. A string of swears flooded out of his mouth, and he switched positions so that he was sitting up. Your hips were pulled up on his thighs, your back arched up from the bed, and your jaw went slack as Jihoon’s hips pistoned into you - hitting a spot inside you each time that made you see stars. Your hands went to grab something, anything and landed on the sheets. The white fluffy sheets creased under the pressure of your grip. You couldn’t hold it in anymore - between managing to hit your g-spot with each thrust and your previous orgasm, you were getting all too close to the edge.

“Oh- shit,” you moaned. “I’m gonna cum-”

“Cum for me, baby,” he groaned in response.

Your body twitched as you let go, cumming a second time this night. Jihoon, filled with a sudden determination, didn’t stop. He switched positions to lean over you again. The more intimate position allowed you to grab onto him again. Even when you had come down from your orgasm, he didn’t stop - and you weren’t about to tell him to to do so.

“Give me another one,” he practically begged.

“I can’t-”

“Yes you can, darling,” he growled. “Just let go of everything, just focus on me.”

Your legs were around his hips again, and your arms wrapped around his neck. Jihoon leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes staring into your soul. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, messily rubbing your swollen clit. You felt like you were about to explode, spasming at his movements.

“Fuck- I love you,” he groaned, “Cum for me again, darling- cum with me…”

At his command, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came for a third time. Jihoon followed shortly after, pulling out to cum on your stomach. He threw his head back as he pumped his cock with his fist. Your limbs were unmovable, falling to the bed with a thump. His words rang in your ears. “I love you”. Was it a slip-up? Something that just happened in the heat of the moment? Or did he mean it? You didn’t have much time to think about it. Jihoon placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling something about getting you cleaned up, before he got off the bed and went over to the bathroom. 

Jihoon came back with the forgotten water bottles from before and a warm, wet towel - cleaning you up with a gentle touch, making sure that he wasn’t too rough with your aching body. When he was done, helped you under the covers before he got in himself. The water bottles were standing on the bedside table, waiting for you tomorrow morning when you’d need them most. You lay on your side, and Jihoon curled up next to you - his arms wrapped around your frame. The words he had spoken never left your thoughts. Jihoon, unaware of your spiraling thoughts, cuddled closer to you, but your stiff body caught him off guard.

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” He asked quickly.

“No- no… I’m fine,” you said. “It’s just… did you mean that?”

“What did I say?” Jihoon’s eyes widened.

“When you-… before-… you said ‘I love you’,” you mumbled.

With his body lying so close to you, you could hear his breath hitch. A moment of silence passed between the two of you. Jihoon’s fingers were nervously drumming against your back, you could almost hear the gears in his brain turning to think of something to say. He stirred around the bed, moving to look at you. There was no regret in his eyes, only worry.

“I’m sorry-”

“I love you too.”

Jihoon let out a short breath, which turned into a relieved laugh. The sound of his laugh made you relax, melting into his embrace again. You were struck with a sudden wave of embarrassment, hiding your face in his chest. He put his chin on the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

“I didn’t mean to let it slip out like that,” he murmured. “I mean- I was planning on telling you, just not… like that.”

“I know,” you said and adjusted yourself to look back at him again. 

Jihoon’s body relaxed under your hands, his muscles releasing any sign of tension. There was a little voice in your head, anxiously asking “What now?”, but you decided to ignore it for now. At this point, you had no reason to worry. You had an entire future ahead of you, and you got to spend it with the man lying next to you. It was more than you could ask for. Suddenly, Jihoon got a weird look on his face - as if he had just remembered something important that he had forgotten to do. 

“Shit… did I forget to ask you to be my Valentine?” he asked.

You thought back to the day, trying to remember if he had ever carried out the silly tradition, and couldn’t recall that he had asked you.

“I think so,” you hummed. “You have to hurry, the day’s almost over.”

There wasn’t a clock nearby that you could check, it might have already been the fifteenth, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Jihoon cleared his throat ceremoniously and tried his best not to burst out laughing again.

“Will you be my Valentine, Y/N?”

“I’ll always be your Valentine, Jihoon,” you answered.

Quiet laughs echoed through the big room, as the two of you lay in bed talking until you fell asleep.

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"Sooo?"

Jihoon hadn't even noticed that Soonyoung had approached him, or that he was even in the building, and jumped a little as the man came up beside him.

"So what?" Jihoon kept walking towards the elevator.

"How was the date?"

"Good."

"Just good?"

"Yeah."

The two of them stood in silence, both of them waiting for the elevator to reach their floor. Jihoon adjusted his sunglasses and hoodie, trying to not avoid the bright lights as much as possible. He had wanted to stay at the hotel with you, to spend a quiet morning in bed together was all he wanted. However, when he's suddenly called into an important meeting he can't just ignore it - no matter how much he wanted to. Jihoon let out a quiet sigh. You were probably still in bed right now. He had paid the hotel to make sure you could take as long as you wanted to get up, all you had to do was leave the keycard in the reception before you left. As Soonyoung started whistling, Jihoon seriously started to regret not giving into your pleading to stay in bed with you. He'd kill to get to still be under those covers - he'd even let you press your cold feet against his warm body if it meant that Soonyoung would just stop whistling.

"Would you stop that?" He hissed.

"Damn... you woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Soonyoung huffed. "Poor Y/N... she probably can't even walk, right?"

"What?"

"Because of the hangover," he explained. "If you're like this, I can only imagine what it's like for her. How much did you drink last night?"

Jihoon stayed quiet.

"Wait, what did you think I meant?" Soonyoung asked with a knowing smile.

"Shut up," Jihoon groaned.

"I'm just joking, come on!" He poked Jihoon's arm. "Did you bring me back a souvenir?"

Jihoon, struck with a sudden wave of evil genius, reached into his bag and took out the weird-tasting chocolates. He handed them to Soonyoung, who giddily accepted them.

"Chocolates? For me? Gosh, you're such a romantic!"

Finally, the doors to the elevator opened with a pleasant ding. The two idols walked in, still completely silent. Seokmin came running down the hall, holding his hand out and shouting at them to hold the elevator. Jihoon held his hand out before the doors could close, and the younger man managed to get in just in time.

"Thank you," he said breathlessly.

The elevator started going up, while the three of them stood in silence. However, Seokmin quickly took note of the big pink box Soonyoung was holding.

"Who gave you chocolates? Isn't it a little late."

"Jihoon got them for me," Soonyoung bragged.

"Is that true?" Seokmin looked over at Jihoon who nodded. "Wow, I almost thought you'd bite his head off after Soonyoung's live yesterday... I mean I know it was Carat Day, but I didn't expect you to do that in..."

Soonyoung tried to shush the younger man, but it was already too late. Jihoon sighed, and turned his head to the elevator doors again. Maybe turning off his phone for the night wasn't the best idea, even if it was worth it to spend a quiet evening with you.

"Soonyoung," Jihoon said with a stern voice. "What did you do in my studio?"

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AFFECTION'S EDGE: PART III

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|| alpha!suguru getou x omega!afab reader || E/18+ || wc: 6.8k || ao3 || <- part ii || masterlist ||

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“You’ve got it all wrong,” he murmurs, “but what am I to expect from a stray like you? You’ve lived off scraps and abuse your whole life; of course you don’t know what to do now that I’ve given you food and shelter.” Suguru’s fingers ease up towards your neck as he continues, “a warm bed to lie in. Toys to play with. A collar—so you’ll never be lost again. No one’s ever given you this before, hm?”

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Suguru tries to tame you.

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✧ SPRING FEVER collab ✧

cw: omegaverse, brat taming, mind games, toxic behavior, yandere suguru getou, yandere reader, biting, blood, marking, one slap from the reader to suguru and he sorta likes it, fainting, fainting from lack of food, reader refuses to eat because she doesn't want getou to feed her, getou does not let reader eat unless he feeds them; forced feeding. forced bathing, smut; masturbation, dirty talk, voyeurism, a blurring of boundaries, consent as punishment?

a/n: happy mother's day to alpha suguru getou <3 this is the third and final part of this lil series for @lorelune 's spring fever collab! pls mind the warnings, i added some! i will be honest this part feels like a fever dream to myself lol...,.not beta read..,.i barely read it back bc im terrified of my own smut JFDKLSK enjoy LMAO but on a real note, thank you to everyone who has reached out and been so kind ab this fic! i hope you enjoy this last part! let me know your thoughts <33

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When Suguru first offers you food from his own hand, you push it away. He cooked it for you and you refuse it, turn your nose up at him and shut your mouth resolutely, feel your lips cage your teeth like a muzzle

“I’ll do it myself.” You tell him firmly. 

But then he holds the food away from you. 

You go nearly a day and a half, feverish and woozy, without eating. 

You do not plan on conceding, but end up fainting not long after. Your body is under too much stress; you need sustenance. You need food and water. 

So he begins to feed you as your lashes flutter and you are too weak to deny him this time. 

It’s easier, when you can hardly keep your eyes open. His hands are impossibly gentle. You feel his fingers against your lips, careful, and loving. 

When you’re feeling better, you glower at him. 

He is rather pleased, though. 

The next time he tries to feed you by hand, you turn and bite his hand, sink your teeth into the meat of it. 

He laughs warmly, fondly. 

“Feel better to get that out of your system?” He asks, when you finally pull away. 

You don’t respond to him.

He grabs your face swiftly then, big hand fitting around your jaw and bearing down. This time, he holds you steady, and brings the slice of orange to your mouth. 

You squirm, but he says, “I will not have you fainting again.” 

“Let me feed myself then.” You manage to get out, but he holds you tighter, presses at your jaw to get it to unhinge. 

The orange pops into your mouth. 

“You’re insufferable.” You say around it, cheek puffed with the fruit. 

Unfortunately, it’s good. Sweet. A little cool. Refreshing. You do want more. 

“This doesn’t have to be so difficult.” He responds evenly, peeling away the next piece of the orange. It looks so small in his hands. 

You swallow the piece in your mouth. 

“You’re right,” you respond stubbornly, “it doesn’t.” You reach for the next piece but he holds it away from you. 

Frustration overcomes you, chokes you like thorny vines strangling out the softer plants around them. Heat hits your face again and you have to wonder if you’ll ever get over it all. If he’ll ever stop making you feel this way.

Tears prick your eyes again. 

You turn your face away from him. He sighs. 

“It isn’t so bad,” he says softly, “if you’d just give in.” 

You sniff. “I could say the same of you.” 

“I’m trying to take care of you,” he says, “and at every turn, you are still trying to refuse it.” 

“I don’t need—”

“But don’t you want it?” He asks gently, hand reaching out slowly, knuckles first, so they skim your cheek. “It’s okay to want.” 

Stubbornly, you remain silent. 

“You’ve been so alone, for so long, my little stray. It’s okay to be taken care of.” He consoles softly, voice just a rumble that warms to your ears. 

“I’ll not think you any less strong, if you let me feed you now.” He promises, “if you let me care for you this week.” 

You don’t know why, but a tear slips down your cheek. There’s a lump in your throat, hard and aching, and threatening your resolve. 

He catches your tear with a thumb. “Poor thing, so torn up.” 

You sniff hard, trying to hold everything in. It’s trembling and tender, though, your heart. The ache in your chest.

You don’t think you’ll win this one—

Your head is foggy and throbbing. You don’t even know what you’re winning or losing. Or what you’re fighting for, when he puts it that way. 

You feel silly for denying him.

Perhaps worse for agreeing.

Finally, in a voice smaller than intended? you ask, “can I have another piece?” 

Suguru studies you for a moment. 

He lifts the curved bend of the orange up to your lips, testing. Waiting. It's a half moon curve, ripe and tempting.

You give in and part your lips, accept the crescent into your mouth like holding the moon on your tongue for him. 

He presses it inside, on your tongue, and you accept the crescent like holding a soft, tangerine moon in your mouth for him. His fingers skim your teeth, placing a world there, on your tongue.

“Good girl,” he says, pleased and warm, when you close around the slice. 

And then you obediently swallow it down—worldeater that you are, hungry dog that you are. 

Another tear slips free as you chew it slowly. It’s tangy and sweet and lovely. You feel the well of emotions inside you open up, threatening to drag you down into its depths—you think if you start to cry now, you won’t ever stop.

Suguru dutifully peels off another piece of orange, making sure it’s free of rind or unwanted seeds. 

When he lifts it to your mouth, you open readily for it now. Close your lips around his fingers gently, around the sweet orange.

With tears in your eyes, you look up at him, through wet lashes. 

His scent has darkened, pungent and spicier. It lingers in the back of your mouth. It’s—it makes your head spin.

And there's a strange look in his eyes now. 

Almost hungry himself, if you didn’t know better. 

A cramp rolls through you, hips and lower back churning, and you whimper, reaching for him. 

He takes hold of you easily. 

“Hurts?” He muses softly.

You nod, tense and quick. 

“Breathe,” he urges, shifting between your knees from where you’re sitting perched on his counter. 

Instinctively, you cling to him.

You let yourself pull him closer, fit himself to you—

“Breathe,” he says again gently.

But you can feel him between your legs, you can feel his own desire, and it strikes you like a bolt of lightning. Like crashing to earth.

He’s hard and heat sweeps through you in a whirlwind, so fast it makes you feel dizzy. Your head spins as you sink your nails deep into him, bear down with your strength like a bad dog, like you could get him to stay. 

Distantly, you think he’s such a strange, awful man. 

Is he so turned on from feeding you? Or from the fight? 

“Suguru,” you mewl, clinging to him desperately. And he holds you, keeps you close, until your hips twitch. 

You seek friction and he denies you. 

Frustratingly, tears spring to your eyes again. 

“You’re so—“ you try to get out, “why are you also denying yourself?” 

“Because I made you a promise.” Suguru responds evenly. He pauses, eyes flickering over you, a lightning flash of violet, “and, perhaps,” he squeezes your waist, “to teach you a lesson.” 

A noise of frustration works its way out of you, a little growl or whine, somewhere in the back of your throat. 

“Won’t you do anything to help me?” You get out, pawing at his shoulders, his chest. 

“I’m feeding you,” he says, “I’m caring for you.” 

And then he draws away, back to the orange, and your fingers grip the edge of the counter until pain presses into them. You have to force air into your lungs, try and make your head stop spinning. 

The wooziness and the aching is perhaps the worst part. You feel out of your mind, wish you could crawl out of your body. 

When Suguru returns, he has another piece of orange between his fingers. 

You glare up at him with glassy eyes. 

“Open,” he says, warm and low.

Pleased.

Turned on. 

Your lips part and you accept the fruit and his fingers into your mouth. You let yourself close around them, feel his knuckles on the inside of your warm, wet cheek. 

You’re slow about it, or maybe he is. 

You hold his gaze furiously. 

Maybe it was time you taught him a lesson, too. You bite down hard into the orange. It bursts in your mouth. 

***

The third day is perhaps the worst.

You’re so hot and somehow both overstimulated and undertouched. Your skin crawls until Suguru touches you. You ache in a way that makes you fear for your own health; several times you start to cry—not just cry, but bawl—from the pain. From the frustration.

At one point, you beg Suguru to take you to the hospital. To help you. To save you. 

You babble that you’re going to split apart. You’re going to lose your mind.

Like a colicky baby, you can’t calm down. 

And this time, he can’t quite seem to soothe you, either.

You twist and turn and pull at your clothes and your hair. You dig your nails into your own skin and drag them down in vicious, curving marks. 

You press and scratch at inflamed, painful scent glands. 

Your jaw hurts strangely in the joints. 

(You realize you want something in your mouth. Maybe you want it between your teeth.) 

Suguru tries to hold your hands away from yourself, tries to keep you from tearing into your own skin, but it only worsens you. It only makes you fight harder and cry harder. You lash out more, using more force with yourself, with him. 

When he snaps finally, pinning you roughly and with a flash of his sharper, greater canines, something inside of you howls. 

All you can do is beg and plead and cry. Press up against him desperately. Sink your face into his throat and inhale and—

Bite.

Your teeth close around the skin of his throat and bear down harshly.

He inhales sharply, spine going rigid with the pain for a moment.

You taste his blood on your tongue and feel your eyes roll blissfully to the back of your head. Darkness as your lashes flutter shut. You whimper into his throat—

“Is that what you needed?” He hisses, slipping his hand behind you to cradle your head to him, to keep you at his throat, “you just needed to get your teeth into me?” 

As if in response, you twine yourself around him, hitching your legs around his waist. Your arms winding around his broad shoulders, as if you could absorb him into your very body, your very soul. 

“Too bad it won’t take, hm?” Suguru muses, unmoving, allowing himself to melt into your vice grip on him. 

You make a soft noise; one that would be embarrassing if you didn’t—if you weren’t so—

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To Mark me properly?” He continues, voice bedroom soft, “you want to scar me with your own teeth?” 

As if in response, you try and fasten your mouth down harder, grinder your teeth into his flesh until he groans. The sound reverberates through you, rattles around inside your head until you’re mindless with it. 

When you finally manage to unlatch your teeth, he hisses and pulls away to grab your jaw. 

“What a little beast,” he sneers at you, “with my blood all over your mouth.” 

Something inside of you snaps. 

Unintentionally, you shudder into your cursed form—teeth elongating, nails sharpening. Strength rips through your otherwise feeble, heat-laddled body. In a sudden move of power, you shove him hard, and throw him off you. 

In an instant, you are back atop him. 

This time, when your teeth sink into the juncture of his other shoulder, they are far longer. 

He actually cries out in pain. 

The sound sparks beneath your skin, roars to life like a sudden fire and when he tries to grab your jaw and pry you off him, your claws sink into his wrist. 

You struggle with each other, using your cursed energy, using all the strength you have. 

Blood drips down his chest, dampening the collar of his shirt. 

He barks out a pained laugh, “you really are a curse.”

And then he is forcing you off of him, wrenching your teeth out of his skin in a brutal drag, shoving you away from him. 

You hiss, baring your dripping fangs at him and he growls back. The sound low and primal. Warning bells ping around your head, but you lunge for him again. 

This time, he isn’t so ill-prepared. 

He grapples with you on the bed, shoving you down into it with his forearm bearing down hard into your chest. 

You make a noise of pain but he doesn’t let up.

He’s panting and bleeding, his long hair slipping from its usual half-up appearance. 

Something inside of you is quite pleased at the image of him. 

Not so pristine. 

Perhaps unsure, for once in all the time you’ve known him. 

“Calm down.” He says low and soft. Part growl, part purr. “Your aggression is misguided.” 

Your teeth are bared in a snarl, “you are my tormentor.” 

“I am only respecting your wishes.” Suguru says and there is a horrible, smug lift to the corner of his lips. Maybe it’s more a threat of his teeth, which gleam in the lowlight. “I made you a promise and I’m keeping it.” 

“Let me up,” you snap. 

“Will you be good?” Suguru asks. 

Your fever spikes, tears pricking again at your eyes, and you finally lose your transformation. It melts from you, until you are fangless and drained once more. 

So drained, in fact, that your eyes gutter.

Suguru is off you in an instant. Air rushes into your lungs, the pressure from your chest lifting and he lets you heave for breath rough and hard. 

You don’t catch him move, but suddenly a glass of water is brought to your lips. When you can breathe, you drink. You let him guide it to your lips. And this time, when you try to pull away, he stops you. 

His hand cradles the back of your head, keeping your mouth to the glass.

“More,” he presses, “you’re weaker than you know.” 

And for once, you don’t fight him. 

You gulp down the rest of it, some of it slipping from your mouth, down your chin, rolling down your working throat. It’s cool but barely a balm to the oppressive heat inside of you. 

When you finish, Suguru pulls the glass away. He sets it down and studies you.

He tsks softly, “you’re a mess.” 

You take him in, though your eyes are growing heavy, all of that fighting took a lot out of you. It’s catching up with you quickly now. 

But your eyes land on the bite marks you’ve littered him with. The one, specifically, that is still ringed and bleeding, dripping down his chest. 

“So are you.” You reply, words slurring. 

You don’t catch what he says next, muffled, as you fade from consciousness. Darkness sweeps in to cradle you, much the way Suguru is now, and you fall into a restless sleep. 

***

Suguru wakes you at some point. 

It’s pitch black outside the window; there is very little light in the room at all, which adds to your confusion. Your head is throbbing. 

You whimper. 

“Sit up for me,” his voice is a hush, “can you do that?” 

“Let me sleep,” you reply, pushing weakly at him as he forces you up. Everything swims. Your head lolls like a doll and he catches it so you don’t give yourself whiplash. 

“You’re burning up,” he replies, “I need to get the fever down.” 

You don’t have the wherewithal to understand this. 

For a moment, you hope that he means—

“I’m going to give you a bath.” 

You make another noise, this one in disagreement. Fussy. 

He tuts softly at you, the way mothers do at bad children, and then he disappears, allowing you to fall back against the bed once more. 

You’re not sure for how long, but you doze off again, unable to keep your eyes open. You only awake when Suguru lifts you clear from the bed and into his arms. Again, you make a noise of protest, pushing weakly at him, but he pays you no mind. 

You open your eyes and wince against the bathroom light. 

The bath is running, filling with water. You frown and squirm in his hold, just as he gently sets you on the floor beside the tub. 

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he murmurs and you push his hands away.

“No,” you snap, “leave.” 

He sighs, “you can hardly sit up right now. I don’t trust you in the bath alone.” 

“I’m not a child,” you protest.

“No, but you’re experiencing a compounded Heat, after years of not having one and you don’t have a knot to soothe you.” Suguru’s voice is cool. His eyes are, too. 

You level him with the best glare you can manage, “and whose fault is that?” 

“I’m only keeping my promise.” He almost sings. 

You swat at him but he catches your wrist easily and pulls you up further as you begin to slouch further and further down against the edge of the tub. “Come,” he says, “don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” 

This time, when he reaches to remove your shirt, you only grumble in protest. He peels it from you carefully, revealing bare skin. Despite how hot you are, you shiver hard. 

You ache. 

This is the worst fever you’ve ever had. Perhaps, this is one of the worst you’ve felt ever. 

You can hardly move enough to allow Suguru to slip your bottoms off and you feel so miserable that you can’t even find it in yourself to be embarrassed or frustrated or angry. 

Tears bead at your eyes again but it’s purely because you are in so much pain. 

Suguru lifts you into the bath. 

It’s lukewarm. Tufts of bubbles smell like lavender. The water is milky and gentle. 

You don’t realize it, but you’ve started to cry again, reaching out for Suguru. You realize he’s cleaned and bandaged his bite mark. He also coos to you, rolling up his sleeves to reach you in the water, stroking at your throat, your cheek.

And then he takes a wash cloth in hand and begins to do the same. He bathes you with a strange gentleness. A gentleness you have not given him. Your tears continue, tracking down your face, which he dutifully washes, too. He wipes away your tears, any sweat and grime, until you feel shining and new.

Eventually, you rest your arms on the lip of the bathtub, folded, and lay your cheek against them. You’re exhausted and still hurting, but at least quiet for now. At least you are cleaned and—

Suguru strokes at your cheek, traces the curve and folds of your ear, gently strokes through your hair. 

“Poor thing,” Suguru murmurs, knuckles drawing across your jaw, down your throat. When he passes along your scent gland, you shiver, you wince a little. 

“Hurts,” you get out and he coos more to you.

Babying you.

And you don’t have the strength to deny him any longer, so you let yourself be babied. You whimper at him and let him try to soothe you, you let him quiet and pet you. 

You’re looking at each other rather frankly, through the haze of your Heat, through all the lust or aggression or fear. In a rare moment of peace, you gaze up at his face and he looks down into yours. 

“Do you hate me?” You ask and your voice is rather raw from all the crying, “is that why you’ve led me here?” 

A strangely fond smile touches his lips, “on the contrary,” Suguru replies, fingers careful along your cheek, “I adore you.” 

“You have such a strange way of showing it.” You tell him. 

“I’m only keeping my promise,” he says again and all you have in you is a deep, dejected sigh. 

“I’m going to make you pay for this, Suguru.” And though your tone is docile, even sleepy, it is a promise. 

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll try.” He agrees, touch growing stronger, bolder, as he pets down your throat, your shoulder. You lean into the touch like a cat, too exhausted to deny it. “And I’ll still be here after—your ire or punishment will not scare me away.” 

You look at him for a moment, long and hard, and only find the truth there. Something strangely raw.

After a moment, you say, “I know.” 

He hums softly, leaning forward to give your burning forehead a rare and gentle kiss, “do your worst, then.” 

You pick your head up barely, tilt your face to his and catch him in a sudden, burning kiss. 

You pull away as quickly as you’d done it. 

You can tell you’ve surprised him only momentarily, it passes over his features like a bird flickering through the sky, there and gone. 

And you say, “no,” soft, and against his lips, “I’ll do my best this time.” 

He pulls away, creating carefully controlled distance. “Come,” he says, urging you up and out of the bath, “let’s get you to bed.” 

“Carry me?” You ask as he bundles you into a soft towel. “Let me wear your shirt?” 

His eyes glint violet, dark and quick, but he says, “of course.” And indulges you.

He even holds you all night and lets you sleep in late. 

The fever only worsens. 

And you can’t tell if your resolve crumbles or strengthens; but either way, you’re born anew with the sun the next day. 

*** 

Suguru woke up before you. He let you sleep in. But now you're awake and waiting for him. When Suguru returns to wake you in the early afternoon, instead of sleeping, you are half-lidded and sun-warmed, laying in his sheets still. The fever has reached a pitch inside you. You’re sure it’s done irreparable damage to your mind and psyche because of how you find yourself.

Because of how Suguru finds you. 

The shirt of his you’d worn to bed is pushed up to your chin, revealing your bare chest, your stomach, flexing and twitching, with your legs spread. Your fingers between them, working messily against yourself, against where you’ve needed since your Heat began. 

For once, you have shocked Suguru. 

Enough that his lips part. 

Just a flash, a ripple of his features, before he smooths them out quickly. Effortlessly. But it is enough to spur you on regardless, to feel just slightly triumphant. 

You keen softly, arching your back, pushing your fingers gently through silken folds. 

“Suguru,” you mewl his name, all soft and broken, arching your hips into your own touch desperately. Beyond your desire for revenge, is simply your desire, the need to feel full, to feel pleasure like this. And you reasoned with yourself, all night, and all morning, that you’d win regardless; either you’d wrestle his tightly held control from his grasp, and get what you so desperately want from him, or you’d still get to touch yourself and find some brief moment of reprieve. 

Beyond either of those two things, you could not think. They ran around your mind like wild, starved dogs hunting down the possibility of a rabbit. 

(Or are you the rabbit? Running around and around your mind, trying to escape the bite? Or are you looking for it?) 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks and for a moment, he doesn’t dare step closer to you or the bed. 

You push a finger inside yourself, it goes in easy—so slick and easy—that the next pass, you add a second and gasp. 

What are you doing? You feel half out of your mind. 

“Can’t help it—” you get out, “it hurts so bad. It’s—I’m so—” 

You watch a muscle in his jaw feather and tick. His scent is—

It hits you like a blow to the chest, the way he smells. It’s dark and spiced with warmth; tobacco and the oud in his scent has become heavier. You can almost taste it in the air.

“Suguru—“ you mewl again, pleading and cloying. You tilt your hips up towards your hand, towards him. You’re trying to entice him. 

You can nearly hear the way his teeth grind together. 

“You’re a brat,” he hisses but you can sense the way his control has slipped and thinned. You can nearly feel it fraying in his voice alone.

You practically purr, fingers pushing desperately inside yourself. 

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” you simper, “I’ve been so good letting you feed me and bathe me—I’m wearing the shirt you put me in, too.” 

For a moment, you watch as his eyes slowly dip down the length of your body, to where your fingers are. You watch his expression flicker, the tilt of his eyebrows, the slight parting of his lips. You whimper, knowing he’s watching, and try to curl your fingers. 

But they don’t reach as deep as his might—not thick enough, either, and the ache inside you grows monstrously. 

Perhaps only soothed by the way, for once, you’ve rendered Suguru Getou rather speechless. You toss your head back and moan at the thought. 

“Suguru—won’t you help me? Even a little?” You arch off the bed and catch his gaze when his eyes fly back up to your face. 

“No,” he snaps quickly, “I promised you—“

“Then tell me what to do—talk to me.” You beg, “it hurts so bad, Suguru—“

The muscle in his jaw feathers again. But this time, he wades carefully into the room, stepping closer to the edge of the bed.

The moment he’s there, you adjust so he can see you better, move so your foot is just nearly touching his thigh at the end of the bed. And even that small potential for touch has you crying out again. 

“I’m not sure I should, after the way you’ve been acting.” He says and though he’s trying for casualness, you can sense the tension lurking underneath.

“Touch yourself then,” you breathe, your own eyes drifting down to his sweatpants—to the noticeable bulge—

In a bold move, you place your foot on his lower abdomen, looking up at him through your lashes as your fingers gently push in and out, walls fluttering desperately around them.

He catches your ankle before you can move another inch. The way he squeezes you makes a thrill run through you, race up your spine, pool somewhere low and hot in the depths of you. 

“Is this your way of trying to make me suffer?” He asks and despite everything, a hint of a smile flickers across your heated, panting face.

“Is it working?” You ask. 

All he does is hum, thumb stroking along the bone of your ankle.

Even that is enough for pleasure to skitter and flare beneath your skin. 

“Wanna see you,” you get out, breathy and soft, “wanna see what I’m missing.”

Suguru curses and you laugh, delirious and soft.

Pleasure blushes and surges beneath your skin. 

“No,” he says again but he has to grind the word out, pull it and wrestle it from his own mouth. “You won’t get the better of me here.” 

“Don’t you get tired of your tightly wound control?” You get out, twisting a little so that you might free your ankle from his grasp, but he holds firm.

“I should be asking the same of you—but clearly,” his eyes flicker again, “you do.” 

“Need you so bad—“ you get out, almost pouting. 

You can nearly hear his teeth grind together. He inhales sharply, as if to try and steady himself, but you can tell it only worsens him. Your scent must be thick in the air, sweetened and cloying.

Your fingers slip messily, desperately, over your clit, down inside of yourself and back out. You whine, a little frustrated, trying again and again to satiate the ache inside of you. But anything you do, isn’t enough. 

It almost feels as if it’s made it worse. 

“Poor thing,” Suguru finally says and you realize, he’s regained some of his composure, “look what you’ve done to yourself.” 

You curse this time. 

But you press on, unwilling to give up your win yet, “you’ve also done this—because you wanted the upper hand so bad.” You press inside yourself, hips lifting towards your fingers, “you didn’t have to take the suppressants.” 

His brow flickers up, “I did it for you.” 

“Did you?” You gasp, adding a second finger. 

He swallows, eyes falling to the apex of your thighs, watching, as you fitfully try to pleasure yourself. 

“You didn’t have to—you could’ve let me trigger your Rut. Then we both would’ve been like this—” your voice hitches, “then you would’ve gotten what you wanted sooner and you could’ve feigned innocence.” 

“You didn’t want that,” he says, watching you carefully, “who's to say you won’t come out of this Heat and resist me again?”  

“I won’t,” you breathe, “I did—” you mewl, hips arching and falling, trying so hard, working yourself up so horribly. 

You bite off a groan. 

Suguru clicks his tongue, makes a soft, disapproving noise. “And now look at you,” his hand slides along your calf, so large, and—

“Don’t even know how to properly touch yourself.” 

“Suguru—” 

Suddenly, he tugs you gently, so you’re down at the edge of the bed, your legs on either side of his thighs as he stands above you. 

He leans down slightly and you sit up, towards him, hoping, desperate—

“Such a terrible, little Omega. Do you need me to teach you this, too? Do you need me to help you?” 

You cry out, kitten soft, as needy and tender as a child. 

“Please,” you beg, “please, I need you—”

His hand traces up the outside of your calf, up to your thigh and you squirm, hope fluttering, heart racing—

“Don’t move,” he murmurs, “or I won’t help you.” 

“Suguru,” you growl in frustration. 

“Ah, ah, I thought you were being good?” 

Your head spins—you have no idea how he managed to flip it on you so sharply, but suddenly he has, and suddenly you're nearly underneath him, and he’s leaning over you and watching so intensely—so— 

You try to go still for him. Your chest is heaving. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs and his hand slowly arcs over the bend of your hip, and towards your stomach. Your hips twitch and he stills, “careful—” he warns. 

You force yourself to freeze, still panting. 

And then he lays the broadness of his hand on your lower stomach, his thumb just barely brushing your mound. 

“This is as far as I’ll go,” he says and with the way you almost fall into a frustrated groan, he seizes your chin with his other hand, “I’ll not touch you sexually. This is all I’ll give you—be grateful for even this.” 

You sneer at him and he takes his hand away. 

Instantly, you miss the warmth, the pressure, the—

“Be good, or I’ll leave the room now and let you suffer even worse than before—see what you’ve done to yourself? Worked yourself up so horribly, and all for what?”  Suguru’s voice is soft and smooth and so, horribly in control again. When did he get it back? When did he take it from you? 

“My attention? The hopes that I’d give in?” He asks. 

When you don’t respond, he squeezes your face, prompting you, “answer me, pet.” 

“Yes—I want your attention. I want—” the words break over you like a wave, the realization like a blow. You want. 

You desire. 

You want him. You want an Alpha and not just any Alpha but Suguru, despite everything, maybe because of everything. Maybe because you made him chase, and he did. Maybe because you have run your whole life from this—this attention and this desire and this intimacy—and you have finally found someone willing to hunt you down like a fox, and in the face of your gnashing teeth and growling and yipping, to treat you gently. Like you’re a beloved house pet and not a snarling, wild beast. 

“I want you,” you say honestly and his hold slackens on your cheeks to let you speak, “I hate you and I want you and—there’s no one but you—it’s only you and you’re awful but I am, too, and I need—” 

It cracks out of you, voice raw, a half-sob. 

Your tears make him smile. 

He hushes you gently, “oh, sweet girl,” he soothes, and his other hand slowly returns to its place on your trembling, lower stomach, “you’re so torn up about this. How much grief have you given yourself? Hm? Just for wanting?” 

You heave, unable to respond, suddenly reaching with your free hand for him, pulling on his shirt, closer to you. 

He gives in and goes, lets you claw at his back and bury your face in his shoulder. He finally lets go of your face, in favor of letting you fall to pieces beneath him. His knee dips on the mattress. But he holds himself above you still.

“I’ll guide you now,” he murmurs and his voice is by your ear. He turns his nose to nudge against your temple, inhaling slowly. 

You can feel the rumble of a groan through him that he holds back, a soft growl. 

And then, “look at me.” 

You sniffle and with a great deal of reluctance, you pull your face away from the safety of his shoulder to find his gaze. Midnight violet. Depthless. 

“Hate me all you want,” he says, “but I adore you—no matter how you are. Willing and pliant, or vicious and biting. I’ll always adore you. And I’ll always do what’s best for you.” 

Something inside of you cleaves open. Fractures in a way that is irreparable. 

You want to say something but you don’t know what, you have something so tremendous and terrifying inside of you, because of him—all you can get out is a soft cry. 

“Now,” he continues, eyes flickering over your body, and his thumb gently strokes over your lower stomach. “You feel empty, don’t you?” 

A whimper eeks out of you. You nod slowly. Empty and torn apart and open and aching. 

“Use three fingers, not two.” He commands gently, “you want something bigger, hm? I’m sure it hurts so badly—you’re so wet.” 

Without thinking, you obey him. 

You press three fingers carefully inside of you and it’s the first stretch you’ve gotten, the first spark of relief. 

You cry out, clinging to him. 

“That’s it,” he encourages, “in and out for me.” 

You tilt your hips up into his hand, towards your fingers, and he doesn’t scold you. The pressure on your lower stomach makes pleasure bloom and strengthen there. For a moment, it’s just the soft, slick noises of yourself, and it’s so—

Embarrassing. So horrible. 

You must look out of your depth, you must look lost or terrified, because he finally speaks again, “curl your fingers for me, darling.” 

You do just that and moan the moment you press deeper inside yourself. 

“Good girl,” he praises, “does that feel better? Answer me.” 

“Yes—yeah.” You get out, crooking your fingers inside yourself. “I still want—” 

“More?” He murmurs, pressing his hand gently against your lower stomach, “this time, you have to make do with just this.” 

You bite back your whine or complaint, head hazy—fingers moving desperately. But you don’t complain, you don’t fuss. 

He smiles when he realizes how you’ve caught yourself, “oh, look at that,” he purrs, “you can be tamed after all.” 

And before you can ruin it for yourself, Suguru sweeps his thumb just barely over your mound again, and says, “rock your hips now, gentle.” 

The moment you do, the friction against your palm makes you moan, head falling back, baring your throat. 

Perhaps without thinking, he dips forward, nose tracing over the cure of your neck, following instinct. You make another soft noise, and in your haze, wish desperately that he would just bite down—

All you get is the brief skim of his warm, soft lips. No teeth and you miss them, achingly. 

He presses his hand down just a little more and—

Pleasure bursts beneath your skin with enough force that your back bows off the bed, mouth parted. 

You sob. 

You feel your walls flutter uselessly around your fingers, feel your body desperate for something you can’t have this time, and fall apart.

Suguru is there to catch you. 

He coos to you, soft and easy, and even kisses at your damp, tear-struck cheeks. He lets you arch and twist and chase your pleasure, lets you be wanton and shameless and desperate. He lets you claw him and bite him and cry into his shoulder. 

And when you begin to quiet, he suddenly hitches your legs around his waist and lifts you clear from the bed. You lope your arms weakly around his neck and bury your face into his throat. 

You don’t protest or fight him, you are grateful and eager for all the places you touch, feeling incredibly fragile in his broad arms.  

You don’t bother to look where he’s taking you—can’t find it in yourself to care, if you can feel him against your center, feel where he’s hard and aching himself, even with the suppressants—

But between one breath and the next, you’re in the bathtub again, and the water from the shower blasts on from above. 

Ice cold water pours on you. 

You shriek and Suguru has the nerve to laugh, which makes you lunge for him, yanking him towards the spray of water. 

It soaks his shirt, his hair, as he holds himself over you, before stepping carefully into the tub to join you. 

He sits with you, beneath the cold water, and pushes his hair out of his face as you clamber into his lap. 

You pull at his wet shirt and he lets you take it off of him, throw it over the side of the tub in a heap. 

He reaches to do the same to you, ridding you of the only article of clothing you’d had on. 

You grit your teeth, “does it have to be so cold?” You ask, feeling the spray now rain against your back, your shoulders. You lean away from it, into his arms. 

“You needed this.” He says fondly. And then, as he strokes your wet hair, “I did, too.” 

“You’re an awful man,” you curse him, shivering.

“I know,” he agrees with a soft, fond smile. 

You look at him, hair inky and dark, lashes damp against his cheek, and the pleased way he smiles. Like an insufferable, giant cat. You’re aching and furious and freezing and so—so tender. 

“I hate you,” you tell him but it sounds more like a confession, soft around the edges. 

He kisses your temple, lingers there, and you can feel the curve of his smile. You can hear it color his voice;

“I know.” 

***

Something shifts between the two of you after that. And the following day, your Heat finally begins to wane slightly. 

You try to touch yourself again and Suguru forbids it this time. You fight and snarl with him, but you let him hold you and lull you to sleep. You let him feed you. And bathe you. You sleep bare against his naked chest and are soothed by it the way a fussy baby is calmed by the bare skin of their mother. 

You feel infinitely closer to him. 

You lounge with him in bed, in his living room, hanging off him all that you can. 

He indulges this behavior, encourages it, even. 

And on the eighth day, your Heat finally breaks. 

When you wake, still curled on his chest, with his hands stroking tenderly over your bare back, he asks, “how do you feel?” 

“Sane, I think.” You murmur it into his chest. 

“Your Heat broke in the night.” He says and touches your head, your forehead, like he’s taking your temperature. “You’re still a little warmer, but it’s over now, I think.” 

Slowly, you pick yourself up to look at him. To hover over him. 

He looks up at you, too, uncertain. Waiting. You’re sure he’s waiting to see if you’ll return to your usual self, if you’ll snap or snarl or chew him out—will you storm out? Or seethe? Will you fight him still, after everything, even as he holds you in his arms now? 

“Thank you for respecting my wishes,” you say instead and lean down to suddenly press your lips to his. 

You feel his surprise, the way his lips part, the way he freezes and you sink down into it. For a moment, you worry he won’t reciprocate again. 

But then, his hand comes up to cradle your face, and he nudges into the kiss. Hungry. Deep. 

You give into him, you encourage him, coaxing him with soft tongue and eager mouth. 

When you pull away, you grab his face this time, the way he always grabs yours, squeezing his lips into a little pout, “but if you ever make me suffer like that again through a Heat,” your nails dig into his cheek, “I’ll fucking kill you.” 

He laughs, canines flashing, and surges forward to kiss you again. Harder. Meaner. 

It’s all teeth and heat, a little vicious, the way you are. He wrestles you beneath him, kisses you into the mattress. And when he pulls away, he says;

“If you ever make me suffer like that again, you’ll wish you’d killed me first.” 

You feel your own smile against his neck, against one of the ridges of your own bite mark, and with all the satisfaction in the world, you sink your teeth down into it again. 

It’s like a key coming up against a lock, fitting snugly to their own indents, and finding their own, well-worn place. 

It’s like finally coming home. 

[nosugarallspice]

I need more hayden x reader fics 😭😭 can you write something about comforting him after the divorce w a little smut pls 😚

orrr on the flip side, taking care of him & briar when they both get sick !!

Hi love! I went with the first idea:)))

Hope you like it! Let me know what you think.

Minors DNI!!!

Word Count: 640

Author’s Note: I absolutely loved the way this came out. I took my time on it- I had been working on this the past couple days because I wanted it to be perfect :) so y’all better eat this shit up. Thank youuu byeee.

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“Thank you for letting me stop by.” Hayden smiled. It was later than usual but you knew Hayden needed you at this moment so you of course wouldn’t turn him away. His hand rested on your thigh, caressing the exposed flesh.

“Of course! It’s nice having the company.” Your hand rested on top of his.

Things had been rough for him, especially after the split with Rachel. He spent most of his nights awake, and alone. He’d very much rather spend them with you though.

“It’s been hard these last couple of weeks.” He sighed, “it gets real lonely..” his eyes staring back into yours.

You always had a tiny crush on Hayden; you knew it was wrong but you fantasized about him at times, the way his hands would feel against your skin, his lips against yours, his cock buried, oh so deep inside you.

You felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat, your heart beating faster. It was wrong, he had just gotten out of a relationship- but you couldn’t help it, you felt.. happy?

“I-I bet.” You stuttered over your words. You wanted to punch yourself for it, but he had this effect on you, he always did.

He noticed- a smirk spreading across his face, his face inches from yours now. He was so close; if you moved just a bit forward you were sure your lips would touch his.

Before you could say anything else Hayden closed the gap between the two of you completely. His lips pressed against yours, his tongue begging to be let in.

Things got heated between the two of you quickly, he pulled you into his lap, before breaking the kiss, “is this okay?” He looked up at you. You nodded, smiling before resting your hand against his cheek. “More than okay.” He smiled back, before nodding. He began to lean in again but you pulled back- “But, not here.”

You stood up, grabbing ahold of his hand, leading him into the bedroom. Hayden was quick to get you out of your clothes, and quick to take his own off.

He hovered over you; kissing you while he ran the tip of his cock along your slit, groaning at how wet you were for him, he could hear it.

You gasped against his lips as he pushed into you. He was bigger than you had expected, but it felt so good, the way he stretched you out, leaving you feeling so full.

Your fingernails dug into the flesh on his back, dragging down as he fucked into you. It was sweet and gentle. He wanted to take his time with you, he didn’t want it to end, he had thought about this moment for so long and it was finally happening.

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you.” He whispered into your ear, placing kisses along your neck. His hand kept its grip on your hip, holding you in place.

“Yeah? It feels so good.” You cried out, arching your back, pushing your chest against his.

His hips continued to slam against yours, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you- god, you could cum right then and there but you held off, not wanting it to end. And trust me, Hayden felt the same way.

“That’s it, you’re taking me so well.” He groaned, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck.

“Hayden.” You cried out; your walls tightened around him, your hands grabbing onto him, keeping him close to you as you felt yourself getting ready to let go.

“I know baby, I know.” Hayden continued to thrust into you, hitting your spot over and over, eventually sending you over the edge. Your body shook beneath his.

It wasn’t long after that he was cumming, deep inside you.

[alexawynters]

Scarlet Whispers pt. 1

Gif not mine

A/N: Title subject to change, not sure how I feel about it. This is my first published fic here so pls be gentle. Also I'm terrible at summaries.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Trigger warnings (let me know if I forgot to tag anything): Mentions of past child abuse, ongoing adult child abuse, stalking, horror, dubcon, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, angst, smut. There will be bits of fluff tho.

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Summary: For the most part swap Vision with mutant Y/N whose powers were enhanced by the Mind stone embedded in her forehead courtesy of Hydra. Takes place post Multiverse of Madness, only instead of trying to kill America Chavez, Wanda taught the teen how to control her powers and in doing so, learned how said powers worked herself, becoming able to copy them.

With her newfound powers, Wanda searches the multiverse for her lost spouse and children. She discovers a universe where Y/N exists but she and their sons do not. This aligns with her plans, allowing her to avoid dealing with another version of herself. Using her powers, Wanda intends to make Y/N love her in an attempt to rebuild their family. Whether she does so willingly, or the Scarlet Witch makes her, both are acceptable to Wanda.

Masterlist here

Chapter One

A silent scream escapes your lips as you gasp for breath. Another nightmare. Damn, that's the third one this week, and it's only Monday. Weary, you wipe the sweat from your forehead and head to the bathroom to splash water on your face. It's finals week, and you have an exam in a few hours. A quick glance at the clock shows that it's already 3AM and you groan. Maybe you can manage to get a couple more hours of sleep before the rest of the night slips away.

Lately, for some unknown reason, your troubled mind has been subjecting you to night terrors that make you question your entire reality. These nightmares have been unusually realistic, and you frequently experience more than one per night. At times, you are haunted by so many consecutive nightmares, causing your friends to wonder if you are getting any sleep at all.

The sound of your footsteps padding across the floor is the only thing you hear as you walk from your bedroom to the adjoining bathroom to wash your face. You don't bother turning on the lights since you have a nightlight in the bathroom. You've never been a fan of the pitch black darkness in the bathroom, but the bright overhead lights give you a migraine at the best of times. As a result, your bathroom is mostly covered in shadows, usually just enough for you to do what you need to do and then go back to bed. However, tonight is different. As you accidentally glance up at your reflection, your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you from behind, causing your heart to race.

As you spin around, you raise a fist to defend yourself against the intruder, only to realize that you are alone in your bathroom. You turn back to your mirror and find yourself alone once again. It must have been remnants of the nightmare. In a hurry, you turn on the faucet's cold water tap, run your hands under it, and splash your face. Although hesitant to fully look away from your reflection for fear of the 'intruder' returning, you still want to wipe the sweat from your clammy face.

It was just a bad dream. However realistic, it wasn’t actually real. Shaking it off, you quickly close the bathroom door and head back to bed, intent on getting as much of your remaining night’s sleep as you can before your exam tomorrow. Or rather, later today. 

A few hours later, you find yourself in your usual study spot at the university. The library is your safe haven, and it's definitely your favorite place to be. Even if you didn't have to study (which you absolutely did - you were so far behind if you had any hope of graduating with honors, you needed to spend every available moment here), you would often be found here simply reading a book. Your friends and professors are well aware of your voracious appetite for reading, so if anyone ever wonders where to find you, the answer is likely to be here.

Your first exam was in an hour, and you were cramming every last bit of knowledge you could before taking said exam. You needed the highest grade possible. Your future, your escape, depended on it. It could be argued that this desperation was why you initially didn't notice the sound of children's voices reverberating through the library. While the library was usually empty, it was not uncommon for adult students to bring their children with them to study when their own childcare plans fell through. It was inconvenient, but you tried to be considerate and simply tuning it out. Another day, another distraction, and you didn't have time for it.

Eventually, the disruptive sound became impossible to ignore, and despite your desire to not be rude, you needed to focus and get your work done. With more force than strictly necessary, you slammed your book shut, preparing to find a quieter place to study. However, just as you were about to stand up, two twin boys, around ten years old, came running down the library hall, filled with laughter and giggles, heading straight towards you. Your eyes widened as you realized they had no intention of changing their course - they were definitely going to collide with you.

Opening your arms to catch them, and hopefully prevent all of you from careening onto the ground, you found yourself asking “Hey what’s all this? Where’s your mother, you guys?”

The boys looked at you, confused. “What are you talking about, Momma?”

Your eyes turned the size of saucers. “Momma”? That was new. Someone must be playing a trick on you. How ~delightful~ you thought, annoyed. As if you weren’t already stressed out enough, someone had roped in a couple of kids to play a game of fuck around and find out. Well, whomever had put them up to this, when you found them, they were about to find out. 

The library's main door swung open, revealing the presence of an incredibly beautiful woman you estimated to be in her mid thirties, with fiery red hair and the most mesmerizing emerald eyes you had ever seen. Her appearance headed straight towards you left you speechless, immediately taking all the wind out of your sails. Oh well, you were always more bark than bite, you supposed. If you thought her looks were stunning, though, they paled in comparison to the melodic sound of her angelic voice.

“Billy, Tommy, come here boys!”

"Mommy!" the twins shouted at the same time before running into her arms. Part of you wanted to scold them for clearly breaking the library's code of conduct, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it when all three of them just looked so happy. You couldn't explain why your heart clenched at the sight of them either, but for some reason, now that the initial surprise had faded, you were soothed by their presence.

You observe their interaction, not wanting to interrupt their intimate moment. Your heart ached at how comfortable the family appeared to be with one another. Once the stunning woman appears reassured about her children’s well-being, she instructs them to go play and shooing them away before redirecting her attention towards you. You feel a pleasant tightening in your chest as her warm gaze focuses on you.

Even though the children have clearly disrupted your valuable study time, you find yourself dismissing it as if it were insignificant. "Oh, it's no problem, I understand how children can be." You don't, you have never had a sibling nor a child of your own, and you have never babysat a day in your life. 

"It's just that they missed you so much, darling," she whispered, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

“Huh?”

She takes a step closer, invading your personal space, and begins adjusting your shirt. One of the buttons had come undone at some point, and she seems determined to fix it. Part of you wants to point out that she, a complete stranger, should not be in your personal space, let alone touching your clothing. And what did she mean by saying that her children "missed" you? You didn't know them. You didn't even know her. Warning bells start ringing in your head, as you are pretty sure this is the plot of some horror movie. You should leave. This is not a level of crazy you can deal with right now. 

"The boys missed you, Detka. It's been a long time since you've been home, so we decided to come see you!" The woman finally finishes fixing your shirt and looks up at you. Though there is warmth in her expression, there's also a hint of madness, her once green eyes tinged with red.

“I-ah… that’s great, and all but I uhh.. I have an exam coming up, I need to get going.”

“Going?”

The warmth in the woman's voice is gone, replaced by a raspy iciness that sends a chill down your spine.

"My love, the only place you need to go is home, with us, your family."

You turn to face the woman and immediately regret it. Standing before you is no longer the woman in mom jeans and a plaid shirt. Instead, she appears to be dressed in some expensive sorceress cosplay that you estimate would cost thousands of dollars to create or purchase. When... when could she have possibly changed? Just a second ago she was dressed like a normal person, right?

Slowly, you take in the sight of her. Not only has her outfit changed, but her overall appearance as well. Her cheeks hollowed, the sockets of her eyes are sunken as if she hasn't slept in weeks, and her eyes are a glowing crimson. The same shade from your nightmares.

This isn’t real. This is another nightmare. One you need to wake up from. 

“Oh absolutely fucking not.” You whisper, as you turn and run.

Unbeknownst to you, the Scarlet Witch allows you to flee. With a flick of her wrist, she could have immobilized you, could have compelled you to accompany her, whether willingly or not, but she chooses not to. The pursuit begins, and she intends to enjoy herself. You will succumb to her, and do so quite prettily. She starts walking down the hallway after you, taking her time. After all, now that she has found you, she has all the time in the world to play with you.

Grace has never been a quality that you possess. In fact, you remember a song your mother made up when you were a child specifically to remind you just how graceless you were. Not that it helps you now, as your brain never finds the appropriate time to recall useless facts. Cursing your ineptitude, you rush out of the library as fast as your legs can carry you.

 Moments later, you’re throwing yourself into every door along the hall, however, none of them open. What is wrong with this place? Why is everything locked? You don't remember the university being so fond of locking everything, but then again, you only go to about the same four places. Variety might be the spice of life, but your stomach (anxiety) prefers a milder taste.

As you run, you hear the clicking of the woman's heels, hot on your trail. Or is she really hot on your trail? It sounds as if... you tilt your head, listening. She's walking? You think to yourself that surely you can outrun a woman walking in heels. Surely. (Your asthma would suggest otherwise). Abandoning yet another locked door, you rush further down the hallway. Maybe you don't need to outrun her or find a room to hide in; after all, barricading yourself would only delay the inevitable. Your goal is to reach civilization, to find other people. Speaking of which, where is everyone? Usually, this wing of the university is bustling with activity at this hour.

Exhausted, you pause to catch your breath, hands resting on your knees, hoping that you have managed to buy yourself some time. Unfortunately, your hopes are dashed as her low, raspy voice fills the corridors, humming what sounds like a lullaby in an unfamiliar language. The eerie sound sends chills down your spine, making it painfully clear that luck is not on your side. Where could she be? She is not next to you, nor ahead, yet her voice continues to echo, sounding almost...

Almost the same moment you realize the source of the danger, a hand reaches through the mirror from behind you and grabs your shirt with an unnatural strength. You scream loudly, hoping to alert someone in the building for help, but no one comes to your aid. "What the- LET GO OF ME!" You forcefully pull your shirt from her grip, tearing it in the process, and hastily retreat down the hallway.

To your horror, you see the woman's arm brace against the wall and begin to pull herself out through the mirror. You scramble to your feet, desperate to flee once again, with only one thought repeating in your mind: "What the fuck?!" None of this could be real.

"Y/N," a low voice said in a saccharine tone. "Where do you think you're going? Don't you know that I will always find you? I have crossed thousands of universes to find you, and now that I have you, I will never let you go." In any other context, this would probably be incredibly sweet. Currently however, it only fuels your fear, sending you into a blind panic. You have to escape whatever the hell this is.

Navigating through corridor after corridor you eventually  spot one of your classmates at the end, entering the exact exam room you needed to be in that morning. It's a desperate situation, but maybe they can buy you some time while you make your escape through a window or something. It’s not a brave thought, you’re not proud of it, but survival instincts have already kicked in. 

You quickly catch up to your classmate, despite initially being so much farther behind, managing to slide into the room just after them. The proctor promptly closes the door behind you. You're breathing heavily, and in your haste, you embarrassingly just slid into the backside of your classmate, with your shirt heavily torn. You must look ridiculous, but unsurprisingly no one questions you about it, your classmate simply looking miffed and whispering an insult as they move out of your personal space. The situation would be comical if you hadn't just been running for your life.

It’s fine. This is fine. Everything’s fine. 

Steadying your breathing, you make your way to the back of the classroom, nearest the window and stare apprehensively at the door. You’re expecting any second now for that woman to come barging in, but she doesn’t, and now here you are ready for your exam. Wow you must really be losing it. Stress induced hallucinations, that has to be it.

Although you were hesitant to simply continue with your day, the world doesn't wait for anyone. Whether you actively participated or not, your proctor would still grade your exam, which your future still depended on. You made an effort to push the hallucination from your mind and concentrate on the information you had retained for the exam, aiming to achieve the highest score possible.

Once you have completed the exam, you hand it in and cautiously enter the hallway. The grades wouldn't be posted until the end of the term, but you were confident enough in your answers to believe that you had earned at least an A. Whether it was an A+ or A- was still uncertain, but you were hoping for the former. So focused were you on your test that you had almost forgotten about the incident earlier that morning. For a moment, you wondered if you should visit the university's nurse. Although she was not an actual doctor, it was a free service, and perhaps she could recommend something. On the other hand, at worst, she would suggest getting more sleep, and at best, she would advise you to see a doctor, which you couldn't afford. Not to mention the argument your parents would start regarding the doctor’s bill (as if they were above opening your mail). Perhaps not. 

You had no more exams for the day, so it was time to go home. There were chores to do for your parents, and then you had to study for tomorrow's exam. If you were lucky, you could finish everything early and get a few extra hours of sleep, hopefully avoiding another hallucination like today. Rubbing the exhaustion from your face, you head towards the bus stop. It was early enough that the bus should arrive within the next fifteen minutes, and you would be home in about an hour. Everything was going according to plan. Tomorrow was going to be a great day, you just had a feeling.

Once on the bus, your exhaustion started to overwhelm you, your headphones doing little to drown out the ambient noise. Before long, you were fast asleep. Even if you were awake, you probably wouldn't have noticed the viridian eyes in the reflection of the bus window watching over you. Unlike before, these eyes didn't appear to be of malicious intent. If anything, they seemed to observe you with care and empathy. If the volume of your headphones spontaneously happened to outweigh that of the alarm you had set for yourself to awaken you for your stop, that was just a coincidence.

A/N 2: sorry but the writers of the M.o.M. butchered her character just to have her shoehorned into a villain role so Strange would have an adversary already established in the MCU as a powerful magic user - I'm still salty about it. However Ms. Olsen's performance was phenomenal. Anyway lmk if this is absolutely trash or if you wanna maybe read more? I have a couple of chapters pre-written but not the entire thing.

Many thanks to my editors @flowers-shouldnt-die, and Brooke for helping me through this and providing valuable feedback! Especially @flowers-shouldnt-die for her assistance with translations in helping me learn both Hungarian and Russian for this. Wouldn't have made it this far in the story without you :3

[mazeinthemiroh]

me when i can’t sleep rn so i’m reading ur fics to pass the time 😭 could you do a skz reaction when their s/o has insomnia? i need that in my head :[ thank you!

stray kids reactions to their s/o having insomnia

genre: fluff, slight crack

word count: 0.9k

warnings: none

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything &lt;3

bangchan

we all know that bangchan has his fair share of insomnia too. so you are both going to be suffering together <3 no but for real, he understands the struggle and he's most understanding with it. so he knows, as much as he wants you to sleep so you can be healthy, it's not always that easy. so some nights you will stay up working with him, maybe at the studio. he will be working on his music while you'll be catching up with something to do with your work or studies. alternatively, you'll both be in his bed, cuddling each other and binge-watching some anime, before you eventually pass out in each other's arms.

lee know

"if you can't sleep, hug leebit." you find that this is your boyfriend's solution for everything, these days. leebit apparently has magical healing powers and can grant to wish of sleep to those who crave it. obviously, this is not the case. whether you are hugging your little plushie buddy, or you're cuddling into your actual boyfriend, none of that is of any use to you. you still can't sleep. lee know's only solution is to take advantage of the times you are awake to just talk to you, in a soft, gentle, soothing voice. you think this doesn't work at first, but after talking to him for a while, with you in his arms, suddenly your eyelids get heavier....

changbin

being a healthy, strapping young lad himself, he knows sleep is very important. he also values your health very much, almost as much as his own. after 5 minutes of research he realises that exercise during the day can improve someone's sleep schedule. being the gym bro that he is, he jumps at the opportunity and, one day, he drags you to the gym with him. you had no idea how this would help until you got back home after you had been to the gym and done other things after. when it started to get dark outside, your body relaxed easily into your boyfriend's arms as you drifted slowly to sleep.

hyunjin

well, hyunjin starts obsessing over different types of herbal teas you can drink to make you feel sleepy. he stays up all night with you, researching the benefits of chamomile tea, and if lavender or magnolia tea cures insomnia?? he's also into aromatherapy, so probably buys you an air purifier you love him for that. he also suggests yoga and meditation, even offering to start doing it with you with a cute little smile on your face. he loves jumping at the chance to help you in some way, and he values his precious baby :( he just wants you to be healthy and feel better in yourself, and he knows once you've finally found a way to get some sleep, it will do the world of good.

han

haha, you think you're going to get any sleep when han is your boyfriend? no chance! you both are staying up late at night talking about a lot of nonsense. and i mean this is every night. han's brain is so interesting and fun because he can jump from one subject to another, and his energy seems to give you energy. so he isn't exactly helping your insomnia. or at least, at first. you realise that talking to him for hours makes you feel much more relaxed. you have forgotten about your worries, the stress of the upcoming week, the negative feelings that have been bothering you that day. he makes you feel more content, and this happy feeling soon drifts you off into sleep-land.

felix

felix strives to make your sleeping environment as cosy and comfortable as possible. he buys you plushies (of course he gets you a bbokari first <3), really comfy pillows, a little night-light, etc... he will also recommend his favourite asmr channels, but you tend to stick to the asmr that he has actually done, which does seem to help a lot. this is for all when he's away and not physically with you. when he is with you, he will talk to you in a whispered tone, caressing your back and arms and making you as relaxed as possible.

seungmin

okay, so there are two go-to methods of his if you suffer from insomnia. first one being, he will read to you. sometimes if he has sleepless nights, he will listen to a podcast to drift off to sleep. so he knows that his voice might be able to calm you down and relax you enough to sleep. or, he will sing to you :( imagine his soft, gentle voice singing your favourite comfort songs to lull you to sleep. part of him thinks this isn't going to work until he sees you, curled up to his side, finally sleeping. and it's all thanks to his beautiful talent.

jeongin

one time, when you are laying beside him, struggling to get to sleep, he noticed you tossing and turning. so you decided to tell him about your insomnia. jeongin's initial reaction is to book you into sleep therapy or buy you some melatonin to help you. but he knows both of those things take time. so, for now, what he does do is carefully curate a perfect sleep playlist for you. whether it will help or not, he doesn't know. but he wants to at least try for you. and he is so happy when he sees his plan work.

[yuyu1024]

Take a chance

Pairings: Seonghwa × y/n & Wooyoung [ex bf]

Genre/tags: fake relationship to real??

Warning: cursing, smoking/drinking, cheating (pls dont do this), insecurities, jealousy, with 🔞 smut/angst, sensual touching, dry humping, cursing, pet names, unprotected sex, blowjob/handjob, mention of period

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: Part 2 for Jealous

I hope its good enough for the first part 🙏🏻  its sort of rushed at the end coz i finished it so late 😅 and as usual, I do write when I'm about to pass out, to sleep.

Again, thank you for those liking my short fics 🫶🏻

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"Unnngghhhh... aahhhh...s- so good!"

Fucking hell. What am I doing? Why am I here again? At his place, panties off and riding him like my rent is due tomorrow. What the fuck happened to me? I'm not like this... I'm...

"Fuck!" I cry as I intertwined both my hands with his. "I'm... about to... explode." I am catching my breathe.

"Let it go..." he answers and then pulling you down just enough so he could kiss you on your pinkish lips. "Come for me..." he snarls as you separate.

And I did.

I threw my head back and just released everything. I even think my soul left my body coz I am shaking like a twig.

"You are amazing..." Seonghwa sits up and embraces me. "You are beautiful..." he leaves gentle kisses on my shoulder and my neck. "You are happiness..."

His words. Since we agreed with this fake dating thing. I thought, everything will be just like the same as our relationship before. Casual. But the more we spend time together or should I say, have sex in his place or mine the more he became vocal, praising me, saying such nice things to me. I don't know why but I'm not used to it. Or maybe, I'm flustered every time and I can't just express it.

I'm not saying it's a bad thing but... it's just new to me. Wooyoung compliments me yes, however, when Seonghwa does it. It feels different. It makes my heart skip a beat.

"I make you happy?" I snort a laugh as I relax my tense body. "Are you saying that because your dick is still in me and you want to go another round?" I joke

He smiles softly, "No..." and then he tugs my loose hair behind my ear. "Unless you want to..." and then kisses the corner of my lips.

"Really?" I start to tease him by moving my hips again.

He grunts as he felt my tightness and then softly giggles, "you're being naughty..."

He turns us both around. Now he's on top and my back is on his bed. I am giggling like a little girl, enjoying his reaction.

"Let me show you... why you should not tease me like that..."

He goes on to nibble every inch of my skin. Making me moan like we didn't just had an amazing sex a second ago.

Seonghwa really does a very good job at making me weak and fold in an instant. His lips, his tongue, his eyes, his words and his.... length. Everything about him had become my krytonite but at the same time fills my emptiness inside of me. Both metaphorically and literally.

Though, all of this is fun and satisfying. Our relationahip is NOT true. This is all fake. We are not IN LOVE.

Which pains me a little deep inside actually. How the fuck this have to happen to me? Finding someone that is making me happy, enjoy life, makes me feel like his only girl in the world and gives effort to get to know me turns out to be someone who is just a friend, a nice friend, that I cannot make myself fall in love witu.

I need to pause on this feelings I am having. I need to focus on me and not us. Coz there is no US.

FUCK.

***

I must've fallen asleep after having another round.

I'm still lying on his bed, face down and his white thick blanket is wrapped around me.

"It's snowing..." I mumble as I blink away the sleepiness in my eyes whilst looking outside his window. "It's been that long..." Referring to our deal.

Didn't realize that we've been doing this for more than half a year already.

I roll over looking up at his ceiling. "I've been fucking him...that long...?" I ask myself. "Hmm..."

Then my phone pings, cutting me from my deep thoughts. I get up, covering my bare top with the blanket, and check who messaged me.

WY: It's snowing. Don't forget to bring a jacket and a scarf. ♥️

I heavily sighed after reading his text. I don't get him. Him, pushing and pulling my feelings is getting on my nerves.

A month into my deal with Seonghwa, I thought, well, he made me think that he still have feelings with me. After getting jealous and all with hwa. Then after that he became cold with me again and flaunts his new girl, face to face. Then he continued sending me text messages like this, whenever he wants. Like, what? He dumped me right? And he's with a girl so... why?

And also, why does it bother me? I should be happy right? Since all of these acting is affecting the guy who just dated me just because. I am getting to him.

"Everything alright?"

Holy crap. He looks devine coming out of his bathroom; topless, freshly showered. His pants is just hanging perfectly around his hips and the band of his underwear is slightly showing. And his hair... its longer now.

Fuck! Y/N get a grip! Stop drooling!

I look away, acting fine as if his presence does not affect me. Even though my stomach is already twisitng.

"Yeah..." I answer then locking my phone and putting it back on the bedside table.

He pauses drying his hair and lays the towel around his neck. "Is it Wooyoung?"

I nod.

"He's been texting you frequent."

"Yeah... he does..." I lower my gaze on my hands.

"How do you feel?"

Nothing. Yes I am irritated but that's just me not liking him sending me mix signals. That's only it.

Before I speak, I look back up at Seonghwa. I want to guess what he's thinking. I want to know what he feels about me. Because while fucking, all I could see through his eyes is that he wants me and that he can't let me go.

Maybe I'm just overthinking about lust over love. I'm sure I'm not his type. I've seen the girls he had dated before, they are way, way up there. While me, I'm just an ordinary girl. I cannot be labelled as pretty nor beautiful.

Yeah he does say I am but his dick is literally inside of me whenever he does or when we are cuddling and making out.

Damn. Wait. Am I really into him? Stop! I should not go there. No. Or esle, I'll get myself hurt again.

"Ahm..." I look away from him. "Fine I guess..." then I scoot over to get to the edge of the bed, to make my way to the shower. "I'll get ready too..." I try to act as normal as I can. Smiling even then handing him the blanket that's covering my whole body and then walk pass him.

***

I really can't focus in my classes. My over analyzing have been affecting me for these past two weeks and it sucks. My life was so dull not until Seonghwa happened. I get excited going to Uni or if not I get exciting meeting after class and getting back to our places together. Now, I am ruining it.

Maybe I should just chill and enjoy this. And just be prepared for all the heart break and crying later.

"Hi!" Wooyoung appears out of nowhere, kissing me on the cheek.

"What the fuck?" I hiss at him.

I have to be quiet. We are at the library.

"What?" He acts innocent.

I roll my eyes at him and go back to reading my notes. "Go away..."

"Why are you being so cold to me? We're friends."

I glare at him. "We were. Then you made me your girlfriend and then dumped me..."

"But you've moved on right?"

My eyebrows shows my irritation. "What do you want, Wooyoung?"

He smirks and then shrugs. "Nothing... I swear"

"Don't. I know you." I snap at him

He smiles, "Fine." and then proceeds on sitting next to me. "You and Seonghwa... what's the deal?" His tone changes. "Are you two dating?"

"Why do you care?"

"Well because... Seonghwa--"

"If you're going to tell me something bad about him... stop okay? Don't make shit up just because you don't like seeing me hanging around him more." I am in no mood today. Plus I'm on my period.

"Y/N..."

I sigh as I start to pack my things. "Whatever him and I have... or do... it's none of your business... you two are friends and I am your ex... that's it. If we don't tell you things about us... it's on us... because it is our privacy." I slide my bag over my shoulder, "also... if you are really his friend... don't text his girl. Have decency."

I walk away.

Wow. That felt good. I don't know why. Sorry Wooyoung... I know you are not a bad person. You are just... off every now and then when it comes to things you think you own. And You don't own me. Not anymore.

****

<Seonghwa's POV from the morning of the firt snow>

I got up from my bed to answer the door. I have to admit, I am a little grumpy because I don't like waking up early especially if my class is in the afternoon. But then,

"Hi..."

I think I blinked more than ten times before I could process the fact that, Y/N, is standing at my door, this early in the morning.

"Hi..." I answer back as I brush my hair away from my face.

"Sorry to bother you... this early... but I just want to check if I left my books here last week?" She asks scratching her head. "I can't find it at my place. And I already asked my classmates if they borrowed them..." she trails

She's blushing.

I want to pull her in right now. I want to... I want to grab her by the waist and give her a kiss. I want her... now. If only she's my girl.

"You want to come in?" I ask, "I mean... to look?"

When she smiles, her cheeks are reaching the heavens. She's so beautiful.

She enters my place like she's destined to be here. I know I just recently moved dorm but looking at her, knowing where to look and places that she could touch is so amusing to me.

"Sorry..." she says as she accidentally knocks my perfume on top of the drawer next to the TV.

"It's okay." I say as I sit at my sofa, just admiring her.

"This smells good." She says after sniffing it and then brings it with her and places it at my vanity area. Where all of my accessories and perfumes are placed. "Boujee..." she comments

"Look who's talking... buying an expensive shoes last week just to wear one time." I tease

Her mouth opens. "Hey! That's not my fault. I was in the rush. It's the shoes that fits my dress for the fancy celebration my friend had for her birthday..."

"Whatever you say, babe." I say standing up. "I'm going to make coffee... would you like one?"

"Sure." She rolls her eyes and then goes back to searching, going straight to my room. "Found it!"

What a bummer. She found it to quickly.

"I didn't even noticed that in my room." I say as I pull out two mugs from my cabinet.

"How can you see anything in your room? It's so dark in there..." she makes her way out of my room and then goes to the kitchen area where I am. "Open the curtains every now and then..." she adds

"I do open them...." I pause waiting for her eyes to meet mine. "When you're here..."

She laughs, "you mean... when we have sex?"

I shrug. "Well..." I move closer to her and kisses her on top of her head. "We don't usually just fuck. We cuddle too..."

"Right... cuddling that ends up with sex."

I've been noticing that these past few days she has been very vocal about us having sex. Like what we have is just sex.

She's not like this. I wonder what's going on with her mind?

Whenever we are together, we don't just do sex. No. I'm not like that. Though of course, My body feels like burning whenever we are close and intimate, when we are alone. But when we hang out, we just... hang out. We do watch movies, go on lunch dates, play games, do study dates and whatever we can do. I am not going out with her just because we fuck. I like her more than that.

Which sucks because, yes, I do like her. I... really... really like her. But our situation, our fake dating, well, I don't know where this thing ends. And if she decides to end it, what will happen to me. I don't want it to end.

I wonder, if she's acting like this because she wants us to be over and she's just being kind to me and not wanting me to get hurt. Is she waiting for me to say it? To end... us?

"Seonghwa...?"

"Hmm?"

"You okay? You didn't answer me..."

"Sorry... I am..." I lightly shake my head, "I think I'm still half asleep..."

"Oh. Right." She suddenly panicks. "Sorry for bothering you... I'll get going then... so you can go back to sleep."

She's smiling while telling me that I could go back to sleep. To rest well. Believe me I want to but to see her go after blessing me her presence this early in the morning, No. I can't let her leave, just yet.

"Wait."

She looks back, waiting for me to say a word.

"Ahm..." I have no excuse to make her stay. But then..

"Do you need company?"

Yes. I do. Only you.

She smiles again. "Then I'll go sit here and study then... since its as quiet as our library in Uni." She says as she sits up back at the the bar stool. "Can I have my coffee please?"

I'm relieved. "Yes... coffee coming."

I'm not like this. Usually. Or as far as I know.

I've dated a few girls before. Some were serious some were not. And to those serious relationships I had, none of them felt the same as this. None of them made me feel like this.

All the girl were great, I'm not saying they were not special. They are all nice and perfect the way they are. All of them are great memories for me. However, none of them made me crave for attention nor time on a level that y/n makes me. That even just a glance from her is enough to fuel my day. I feel addicted to her. Y/N made me feel... different.

It is so hard to explain or to put words into it. I just feel it.

"Are you really going to watch me study? You've been sitting there for half an hour now..."

"I can't leave you alone..."

She snorts a laugh. "Silly. Don't mind me. Just go to bed and sleep..."

"I can't..."

She scrunches her nose, "why? Are you expecting me to join you and lay down?" She says giggling

I know she's just teasing. But... what if I take a chance and she agrees?

"Yes." I bluntly answered, looking straight into her eyes.

"Hmm?"

"You heard me." I keep gazing at her, waiting for her answer

"Wait... are you serious?"

I nod.

She is silent for a couple minutes. That two fucking minutes felt like forever.

"If I cuddle with you... you will sleep?" She asks

I can't help it. The corner of my lips immediately curves are smile.

"Okay then."

I got on my bed first before her. She tiptoes whenever she enters my room, because as she said, it's dark. But before I got on the bed, I slightly opened my curtain to allow a bit of light enter so she can see her way.

"Your bed feels so cozy." She says as she positions next to me.

"It's cozier... because I have you." I mumble as I nuzzle my face on her chest and snake my arms around her. Basically cuddling her.

I hear her smile the second I close my eyes.

"You smell so nice..." I whisper

"You too..."

I could feel her soft skin on my cheek. She's wearing a square neck tight shirt which I do not approve since the weather right now is cold and she's only wearing a skirt as well. I should give her a long and thick jacket later, to bring to Uni.

I don't want guy to drool over her.

***

After some time, I think I actually fell asleep. It felt good.

I don't remember what I said or she said after I told her she smell nice. Then probably an hour later, I open my eyes and its brighter. The sun is really up. It is probably noon.

I am facing the ceiling and dazed, thinking she might have left the bed or my place in general. However, to my surprise, I felt movement beside me.

She's still here!

"Can I stay a bit more...?" She mumbles and then squeezes herself to me. "It's so warm in here.."

Of course you can stay here. As long as you want.

I embrace her, sheltering her under my arms. I can see her up close and I could feel her body on me. I am not just warming her up under this thick blanket but she's also warming me, inside.

Fuck. I hope she can't feel my erection coz I can't control my body's reaction to her.

Her cleavage is straight into my eyesight. Y/N you're driving me mad.

"Y/N..."

"hmm...?" She answer while her eyes are still close

"Can I kiss you?"

She slowly opens her eyes and looks up at me. "Of course..." she weakly answers

And I did kiss her. Until the kiss evolved to something more. We made love. She was in control. She made me fall in love with her, even more than I think I am now.

Yes I have to admit it now. I think I do love Y/N. She is not just a fuck buddy I have because I am helping her, for me, she is and can be more than that.

I hope, she feels the same way.

Because, after sex, I got ready for Uni. And when I got out of the bathroom, I saw her reading a text. I know it's from Wooyoung.

Basing on her expression, I'm not sure what does she feel. She looks irritated but also confused. Is she having second thoughts about this revenge we are doing to Wooyoung?

(End of Seonghwa's POV)

***

I am walking out of the library building, about to go to my next class, when I saw Seonghwa from afar. He's with his classmate. Probably going to his next class as well.

So funny, how cold and how serious he looks when he's in public. But whenever you two are at his place, he's so relaxed and smiling most of the time. He's not cold at all. Actually, he's very warm and very...

"Hey..." Wooyoung followed me outside. "Sorry..." he says. "I don't want to be a jerk but..."

"Woo, you're girlfiend might see us. Please... I don't want issues. Let's move on already..."

"Have you?" He is frowning

"Have I what?"

"Moved on?"

I roll my eyes, frustrated. "I am moving on... I am doing my best."

Wooyoung is quiet for a few seconds. "But... Y/N... well... she's not actually my girlfriend."

"What? What do you mean?"

"It didn't work out."

"Ahm... okay... so...?"

He sighs. "Y/N... I am single again."

"So?" I repeat in case he didn't heard me the first time I showed him IDGAF. He looks disappointed with my answer. "Are you fucking expecting me to clap and celebrate? Wooyoung... we are over... and I am not running after you just because you are single."

"But I want us to try again."

"Are you out of your mind?" He makes me laugh. "No. We are over. We can only be civil... because we have common friends. That's it."

I was about to walk away again but then he grabs me by the wrist. "You're making me jealous.. pretending to be with Seonghwa... my friend... and now you're rejecting me?" He looks very lost and very stupid right now. "Y/N, I know I've hurt you... but... it was a mistake... and being away from you..."

"So, you are saying... you, getting bored of me... basically not giving shit about me... then goes to dumping me date someone younger...the one who is more of your type. Is a mistake?? Wooyoung...  I'm not stupid. You all did that on purpose. You decided to do all that... on your own... it's not like an error that you just forget to turn of your stove at home when you left your house. I am a human. With feelings okay?"

"I'm sorry..." he can't deny all of the things I said.

"Wooyoung... you were my friend before we became a couple... that should atleast made you think before you chose to hurt my feelings. Lie to me. Cheat on me." I am really on my feels right now since my hormones is at its peak. "You should've not made me like you... if you think your feelings were not certain... it could've save us time and effort. My time... and effort..." I pointed out.

"I'm sorry... again...."

"If you are really sorry... please... move on... and don't get into another relationship just because you feel like you need someone to be with. You should be better than that."

I turn my back on him, walking away when I see Seonghwa and his friends approaching. I'm sure they didn't heard what Woo and I are talking. I tried my best to be discreet.

"Hey..." Seonghwa lightly touches my forearm, "Are you okay?" He softly asks then glares at Wooyoung who's looking at us. "What did he do?"

"Nothing..." you try to smile. "I have class..." You lie. "See you later."

I've never walked so fast in my life than today. I am having trouble breathing. My feelings are all over the place. I need peace and quiet. Also fresh air.

Even though I am disappointed with what Wooyoung did to me or his choices, I still care for him. He is still or maybe was my friend. I feel guilty saying all those things to him but I also know that he deserves it. He needs to know it. He needs to be a better person. He can't treat me or any girls like this.

Fuck.

"I knew it."

You jump, spinning around to see who spoke. "Seonghwa..."

He enters the rooftop door and shuts it close after. "I've never seen you ran that fast before... even when you are already late in class." He teases

You go back facing towards the fence. "Me too actually..." you inhale and exhale. "I just... had to..."

"What happened?" He asks as he leans his back on the fence, beside you.

"I don't know... he... just..."

"Did he asked you to go back together?"

I nod.

"Did... did you agree?"

I snap my head to him, "are you kidding me? No!" You answer made a smile, form over Seonghwa's lips. "Why are you smiling?"

"Coz... I'm glad you rejected him." Then he takes out his pack of cigarette in his jacket's pocket.

"You... are?"

"Hmm.." he hums and then picks one out of the box using his lips.

"Are you going to smoke now?"

His eyes shakes and then looks at me, "do you want me to not smoke...?"

I look away. I can't ask him to stop. I have no right to. It does not bother me if he does but health wise, I hope stops.

"Y/n... tell me... do you want me to not smoke now or..."

"It's fine. I just..."

He suddenly stands still and move closer. His face is just inches away from mine. "If you tell me to stop... I will..."

"I can't tell you to stop..."

"You can." He insists. "You just have no idea..."

"What?" I didn't get what he means

"Y/N... do you like me?"

"I do." I honestly answer

"But... do you like me more than just a fuck buddy?" He puts back the piece he took in the box. "Coz, I do like you... as in I really.... really like you..."

Wait. Am I hearing him right?!?

I am speechless. I could see the panic in his eyes from me not responding to him. But, I can't speak. I... I have no words... I'm flusttered and flattered at the same time. But... My breathe was taken away by his words.

Fuck. What do I do? I like him too but... I'm scared. What if, we make it official but he get's bored with me like Wooyoung and goes back to his way, dating girls who fits his type.

I am no ones type... I am, just me.

Shit! Y/N, breathe. FUCKING BREATHE. He is not Wooyoung. He is Seonghwa. He is different. He.... he have proven you how different he is.

The years you have been with Wooyoung is not comparable with the months you have been with Hwa. He had given you more than Woo. Emotionally and physically. (Well... especially the Physical part)

But I have to consider that, during our time being together. I grew up. I have changed a little but for the better of me. He does not push me to do or decide on things. He allows me to believe and to try on my own. Even during our sex, I thought I could never lead. I thought I should always be the receiver but he allowed me to explore and make sure I enjoy while I try to please him

Yeah, I kbow what a good example about improvement of life. But fuck. Seonghwa is saying he likes me. The mysterious hot guy from my university.

"Y/n... Look at me..." he asks me, tilting my chin up. "I know you are thinking about... don't worry... I'm not rushing you okay? I just... I'm just asking for you... to take a chance on me, that's alk..." he says, "And if you can't I have to accept it..."

"Really?"

He close is eyes and heavily sighed. "It will fucking hurts I have to admit. But... yeah... If you don't feel the same... I can't do anything about it. Unless, you just want me as your fuck buddy... I'll be willing to be just that."

"Hey!" I slap him on his chest. "You're not just a fuck buddy!" I say

He smiles, "Really?" He then goes on to snaking his arm around my waist. "What am I then?"

I should take a chance right? That's how love works? To know if it is worth it is to... try....

"My man...?" you mumble shyly.

Seonghwa's cheeks are about to explode. It's so out of his chill persona but it does show that he's so happy with my response.

"I promise.... I'll show you what love is... everyday..."

[manjiroscum]

BLOODY PEONY

Character/s: vampire!Pantalone

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, blood, pantalone drinks blood duh + he is centuries old, age gap(?), pantalone has violet eyes here, barely know this man but i hope i wrote him well, established relationship, breeding/impregnation, fluff, monsterfucking, marking, mating press, mentions of violence, daddy kink, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: here is the second entry for kinktober! pls ignore how late it is, i apologize :,) this is dedicated to my babie suki @sukirichi 💕 my first ever genshin fic 🤸‍♀️

❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #2

Summary: Forever and always—your immortal husband never fails to remind you of your eternal union in the most unique way.

WC: 2.3K

Midas’ touch was, in no way, on par with your husband’s caress or kiss that he gives you relentlessly without fail. Unparalleled and gentle in a way that it is the single thing that greets you as soon as the moon graces the sky and puts you to sleep the second the sun rises. Such odd behavior was striking to those who lived nearby the neighborhood, yet you did not care about their gossip or stares. All you cared about was him, Pantalone.

Your husband or as his fellow dwellers of the night often call him in their coven, Regrator, was not an ordinary man from the start. He didn’t sleep at night the same way you used to or was required to eat three meals each day. He dislikes sunlight, hates the outdoors, and detests those who refuse to get acquainted with hygiene due to his sensitive nose. You knew him only as Pantalone, one of the many names that he had adopted over the course of his life. A name you have been dying to know in secret. Other than a stake to his heart, Pantalone revealing his real name to you was similar to handing you his soul. The second you knew about this, you didn’t question him about it again. Plus, he drinks blood. In short, he wasn't human nor a creature your kind would be too keen on meeting. This fact was the very reason why you were interested in him in the first place which led you to discover his secret—vampires were real and he was one, too. With this knowledge, it did not hinder you from tying the knot and having him for a husband. Everything else was history from then on.

“Good evening, my jewel.”

Pantalone’s lips were pressed against your forehead, the scent of earl grey faint in his black silk bathrobe and dark wavy hair akin to a midnight sky that grazed your cheek when he pulled back to peck you on the lips. A groan slipped past your mouth, squinting at his beautiful visage further heightened by the moonlight streaming through the glass windows. The thick curtains were drawn back to let in the natural light. Pantalone couldn’t help but let out a breath of awe at your alluring aura which was followed by a small chuckle at your obvious complaint at being awakened. His index finger reached out and pressed at your furrowed brows. But who could blame you? Humans normally wake up with the sun up, not the other way around. You weren’t a vampire, yet. His cool hand grazed your warm soft cheek, a testimony of your mortal life that will soon change… Unless you had second thoughts.

Biting back a yawn, you rubbed fatigue off of your eyes before giving your husband a sweet smile. He then mirrored it, eager to continue kissing you until you were fully awake. “Good evening to you, too. Slept well?”

“As always. You?”

He knew you were lying the second you nodded your head, fighting back to furrow his eyebrows at your evident lie. Somehow, you knew he didn’t buy it. You dare not expound further. Because even if you two have been married for almost four years now, you still haven’t been the subject of his anger, and you hoped you never will. You were still scared no matter how many times he repeated that he will never lose his temper with you. The coven he was part of, especially that young man with the gingered-colored hair, wished he extended the same courtesy to them. Sadly, Pantalone was deaf to their request.

Pantalone was stingy. Nothing escapes his attention and if a single thing was amiss in his finances, he would immediately know. When it came to you, on the other hand, the sky was the fucking limit.

“I see,” he mumbled as he sat himself down at the edge of the bed. “What do you want to eat, darlin’? Just name it.” Your body heat stayed on the silk sheets, seducing Pantalone to remain by your side all night to fool around. Not that he had anything to do tonight that was of the utmost importance other than the special occasion which is your wedding anniversary. You saw the look in his eyes and slyly smirked, knowing all too well what he had in mind for this evening’s affair. Just as he was about to ask if you wanted to sleep more, Pantalone stopped short when your hand rubbed against where his cock was tucked away, twitching at your familiar touch. Not missing the way those sensitive violet irises behind glasses met your gaze, you leaned down to rest your head near his crotch and then innocently smiled. Inhaling sharply, Pantalone, for a second, thought his undead heart was beating once again.

“I’m not sure…” you playfully responded, fingers running up and down his thigh. “Maybe you can occupy my mouth while I take my time to decide, mhm?”

Despite his lack of body heat and the nature of his kind, the esteemed immortal was sweeter than any delicacy or dessert you have tasted behind closed doors. And yet, Pantalone can be rough whenever he or you wanted to be. At this very moment, it took all of his control not to snap and just have his way with you—with your full consent, of course. To spoil you, to love you, to keep you happy and satisfied—nothing brings greater joy to him than to do all of the above and beyond. Pantalone has to be the best in your eyes.

Why?

“My jewel, before we proceed…” he inhaled another deep breath upon seeing you bat your lashes at him expectantly. You were just too cute that he can’t wait to ruin you in a bit. But first, he had something to tell you—a crucial reminder of why you were still human. “You must eat first, alright? I can’t have you tiring so early, plus it might take hours for you to pry my hands away from you, darling.” When you nodded, he continued in a solemn tone that you picked up instantly. “And… you’re not getting younger. As we have agreed, this will be the last year. I promise we will keep trying, but whether we succeed or not, we have to accept it. Whatever happens, know that I love you and it shall never change. Forever and always. You… understand, right?”

Pantalone waited for a full minute until you sat up properly, looked him straight in the eyes, and held his hand. Fingers intertwined and locked together. No words had to be uttered between you two any further. Mirroring the smile on your face, he pulled you into his arms and carried you to the dining room while listening to you ramble about him trying to guess the wedding anniversary gift you’ll give him. However, he knew deep down what you wanted to give him for so long—a child.

Pantalone strived to be the best for you. Why? Of course, Pantalone wants to be the best at everything and this also includes being the best lover and husband. He can’t have you looking for someone else, someone incompetent. That would be the biggest insult of all insults. The odds may not be in his favor, but when has he ever paid any heed to what he can’t do and shouldn’t do? Giving you the most luxurious services, expensive gifts, and dazzling pieces of jewelry was just the bare minimum for a man such as him with the immense wealth that he undoubtedly got after spending centuries on this planet. For him to fail at giving you a baby, Pantalone couldn’t help but wish he were human. Then, he wouldn’t have so much difficulty facing you after every negative pregnancy test result or seeing you stare at shops selling baby clothes. Yet, you never held him responsible or spoke ill of him. No, Pantalone remembered each time you presented the results with a hopeful and comforting grin on your face—stating the same sentiment as always.

“We can always try again.”

He hoped to change that sentence of yours soon, preferably this year or before he will turn you into a vampire. Those images of you wearing his clothes and sporting a baby bump had his senses heightened to an all-time high. A low hiss of euphoria slipped past his tongue at how tight your gummy walls hugged his heavy and leaky cock. The bridge of his glasses was close to slipping past the bridge of his nose because of perspiration. All you could hear was his muffled groans and soft whines. You were close to being bent over on the kitchen counter, breakfast half-eaten on the plate. Pantalone just couldn’t wait to have you and your essence all over him. The sweet scent of your arousal mixed with your desire for him was too tempting to ignore. A husband can’t disregard his wife’s needs, especially when you nicely part your damp folds for him to see.

“Darlin’ so wet. Tell me—ah, fucking hell… Tell me, my jewel, w-what is it that you want?” Pantalone resisted the urge to bite into your neck where your pulse point was and have his own feast. What he desires is to hear you ask for him—beg, cry or demand anything from your husband that may or may not release him from this delectable pleasure that no other pussy could grant him. “Tell me, darling, fuck… Do you want me to cum? To cum inside this cunt?”

“Yes! Y-yes, please, holy fuck…” you almost screamed, whining out the last part of your plea and shaking your ass as a sign he should just proceed to fucking the daylights out of you. Thankfully, Pantalone was a man who did not hesitate to give and immediately carried you to the nearest couch he could find while his cock was still nestled in your pussy. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Both of your bodies that reeked of lust were drunk on each other’s taste, searching for more. Pantalone thought it as a sick desire, but the idea of never leaving your side—to instill himself into your very soul that whoever tries to kiss you or undress you will find crystal clear traces of him. An invisible collar that warned off others that you belonged to no one but Pantalone. He did vow that anyone who touches or covets you will be skinned alive. You laughed at that promise, adorably unaware.

“J-jewel, s’ tight. Pussy’s mine, right? Ah… Gonna let me breed this cunt?” There was no scarcity to his filthy words that fuelled your moans. At this point, you were convinced your soul has left your body by just the intensity of his thrusts akin to how a hammer pounds on a nail. His strength was tantamount to the vampire’s progenitor, one that can cut through a forest or scrape the sky—reduced to a mere force that held your legs apart and pressed them against your chest. His sharp eyesight could put any seasoned predator to shame concentrated on your face, obsessed by the expressions it makes as he takes you. Pantalone’s tongue can cut through the most frigid heart and cause a grown man to weep for his mother’s embrace. The exact tongue that is now whispering your name like a sacred prayer that will save his damned soul from the fires he sold himself to. Honey dripping from his lips into yours without any reservations—all just for you, his beautiful jewel.

“O-oh, fuck! K-keep this up and—shit, you’re gonna, ah, be a d-daddy at this rate,” you teasingly moaned. His next few thrusts knocked the steadiness off of your voice, eager to breed your fertile womb. A human can only take so much and you were quite sure there would be bruises on your thighs and legs. “D-daddy, gonna knock me u-up? Do it, please! Fucking please! Cum inside me.”

Pantalone was a man who had everything until you entered his life, making the immortal realize the world deceived him into believing he did. Now, he doesn’t care if you will be his downfall or his ticket to eternal paradise. There was so much he could give you but he knew nothing could make you happier than having his child… or knowing his real name.

“Darlin’, cum. Cum all over this cock.”

Pantalone didn’t have to tell you twice. Your entire being was spasming, hands pulling him close to anchor yourself from the waves of bliss he let you experience. Your husband followed after. His mouth parted and sank his fangs into your neck, groaning at the taste of your piquant blood on his tastebuds. His hands harshly gripped the armrest, exercising restraint. Hot milky semen coated your walls and your womb. The whole ordeal was not strange to you, however, you couldn’t get used to the intoxicating state he casts on you. His glasses then slipped down and fell unceremoniously on top of your head once he was finished. Stifling a giggle, you grabbed his glasses and set them aside in case you might sit on them. Just as you were about to reach up and wipe off the bloodstain on your husband’s lips, Pantalone leans down to kiss you. He patiently waits for your heart to calm down and for your form to relax. As soon as you did, he wasted no time whispering into your ear his anniversary gift.

His real name.

Your husband hardly laughs genuinely and whenever he does, you treasure that moment—even if it’s because he finds your surprised look comedic. The implications of you knowing and the trust he has in you—it nearly had you in tears.

“I can’t believe you just revealed your real name…” You trailed off to kiss him again, this time, with absolute fervor. There wasn’t anything on this planet Pantalone can’t have and yet, he craves your love like a starved man. His mouth chased after yours once distance was created, the corners of his lips curling up while whispering those three words he will certainly never get tired of uttering for his darling wife.

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[chvnnie]

Non-Stop

bang chan x reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: fluffy smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: college bf chan, virgin reader, mentions of masturbation, little bit of nipple playing, fingering, first time, protected sex, dirty talk (chan gets a lil bold the more comfortable reader gets). if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: everything is easier with chan.

kofi request: “Can i pls request reader experiencing their first time with bang chan? He would be the most amazing first ever bf, lets be real. Pls make it fluffy, adorable, and smutty.”

a/n: the way my heart was melting writing this. i’ve never written any virgin reader/member so this was an exciting way to test my boundaries as an author, and chan was perfect for it. thank you to the person who donated and requested this fic - i had so much fun with it! also this is just pure porn lmao have fun

this is a work for fiction. this fic in no way represents bang chan as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @whatudowhennooneseesyou - to be added, please send an ask or comment

Chan’s nose bonked against yours, sending you into a fit of giggles against his lips. “Ouch.” He said with a smile, his own laughs following yours.

You propped your elbows on his shoulders, fingers twirling his hair and hips moving until you were chest to chest. “Careful.” You voice light, giggles continuing to slip through.

“Mm, I’ll try.” Any follow up was silenced by his lips, the new angle allowing him to kiss you deeper.

When you had pitched the idea of studying in your dorm instead of the library, you should’ve known it would end up like this; textbooks long forgotten, 6 pm lattes growing cold, thoughts about anything other than the man whose lap you were seated on completely ignored.

It was impossible to focus on anything but Chan. You could only watch him chew on his pencil, tip of his tongue peeking out occasionally, for so long. To be surprised by the current predicament would be ignorant. It was only a matter of time before you climbed onto his lap, pouting and begging for kisses that would eventually turn into a make out session that consumed your thoughts until the next one.

What was surprising, however, was the hot pool of need growing in your lower belly and making your legs shake. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling - if anything it’s one that greets you any time Chan blinks. But never has it been so overwhelming, so consuming that your mind stopped responding, letting your body take control.

The hands at your hips move up, the hem of your shirt being pushed up with them. Chan’s hands now rest on the skin above your shorts. They’re cold against your body, which was growing hotter by the second. When he squeezes your sides, you pray that the whimper you released isn’t too embarrassing.

Chan pulled back, eyes narrowed with concern. “Everything good?”

“I’m good. Very good. I just…” you voice trails off, eyes focusing on the strand of his hair you were playing with.

“Just what? Hey-“ Your shirt fell as he cupped your face, tilting it so you were looking at him. “Talk to me. Let me know how I can help.”

But words were too hard - the stifling heat and pure embarrassment of having to voice your wants leaving you helpless. You swallowed a few times, trying to stabilize your breath. There was no one in the world you trusted more than Chan, no one more gentle and loving. Things were easy with him, which helped you gain the confidence to find your words.

“Will you touch me?” The whisper was faint, barely finding his ears. You pressed your forehead against his, hands now holding the wrists that cradled you.

Chan’s eyes closed as his breath hitched, and you could feel the increase of his heart rate against your chest. It was a big request; no one, including Chan, had ever touched you below the waist before. It's not like you two haven't both desperately wanted it. You had tried multiple times, each attempt vastly different from the last with the same ending.

You, stopping Chan right as he reached your bottoms, for one reason or the other. The timing didn’t feel right. You changed your mind. You were scared. And Chan, every time, no matter how raging his hard on was, would reassure you and validate your reason for ending it before it could even begin. You two could just cuddle instead. You could just watch a movie. Chan could just play with your boobs for a bit. No matter the reason, Chan respected your no, and never made you feel bad about it.

But tonight was different. You were burning from the inside out, body threatening to burn the dorm building down from its heat. You had to know what Chan felt like. His fingers, his tongue, his-

“Are you sure?” He whispered, eyes opening slowly. They were swimming with lust, deep seas of brown making your insides turn.

“Yes.” It was the easiest, quickest decision you’ve ever made. You’ve had enough. You wanted to know all the ways Chan can love you. “Really, really sure.”

You sealed the confirmation with a kiss, one that Chan let grow deeper as he lowered you onto the bed. Unlike the playful way he kissed you just moments before, his lips moved in a way that had your toes tingling - the love behind the movements of his tongue only served to increase your need. You barely noticed when he pulled away to strip you of your shirt and his, so consumed in the taste of Chan.

The strokes of his fingertips were comparable to a paintbrush; twirling and softly brushing every part of the canvas beneath him. When he painted your neck, your skin pimpled. Your nipples, you moaned. Finally he was painting the top of your shorts, brushes coloring underneath the waistline.

“Okay?” Chan asked, halting briefly to wait for you.

This wasn’t like before. Your body didn’t tense up, legs clenching in fear of what could happen. Not that you ever felt unsafe with Chan, but more so with yourself. What if you weren’t what he wanted? What if your body wasn’t enough for him?

But the way Chan stared at you, as if he was in the presence of a goddess, showed you that it was silly to ever feel that way. That it was okay to give yourself over to pleasure and let the need for him take over, because he was drowning in sheer desperation for you.

“Okay.” You said with a nod, hips slightly lifting to show him you meant it. He rid you of your shorts and panties at once, fingers slowly beginning to paint down your thighs.

Chan pulled back a bit, enough to watch the movement of his hands. Landing on your left knee, he pushed it up, angling you in the perfect position to take you all in.

If it was anyone else, you would be embarrassed - eyes floating up your exposed legs until they reach your core. The way his eyes, dark with desire, soften just a bit at the way you shine under the yellow glow of your dorm lights. It would be so embarrassing to have someone hold your knee in place while he studies every inch of your body.

But it wasn’t embarrassing. It was Chan.

You reached down, holding the hand that was on your knee and giving it a firm squeeze. The pressure brought Chan’s eyes back up, a loving smile on his face as he squeezed you back.

He touched you, one finger barely brushing over your folds. The mild touch sent shivers down your spine, whines tumbling out. Already, he felt so much better- his one finger covering more of you than two of yours did. It was too light, too little for the fire you felt.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, eyes focused on where he was timidly playing with you. “Touch me more. The way you want to.”

Chan shook his head. “If I do that, I won't be able to stop myself.”

“Don’t. Don’t stop yourself.”

Meeting your eyes, he slid his finger down until the tip was pressed against your entrance. He wanted to watch the way you react to his finger, knowing you were just going to get more of him later. And fuck, did you look pretty - jaw dropping as he eased his way inside, eyes threatening to roll back the further he got. You had touched yourself many times before, but nothing could compare to this. Nothing could compare to the intense wave of pleasure you got from his finger alone.

Testing the waters, Chan pumped his finger in and out slowly, going deeper each time. It was gentle, the way he twisted his finger and got closer to your weak spot. Soft moans tumbled out, body aching for him to make you feel even better.

“More?” You asked, hips grinding down on the finger inside you.

This time, he didn’t ask if you were sure, pushing a second finger in you without so much of a warning. A strangled cry left your throat, head thrown back as he stretched you out. Your chest was rising rapidly, breaths out of control at this new feeling.

The first few thrusts were gentle, mainly because you were squeezing him too tight to give you anything more, but once you eased up, body giving into him, Chan sped up. The palm of his hand hit your mound, slick making the small collision echo in your ears. You wouldn't know how to describe this feeling - so full in so many different ways. It’s like he knew what would make you feel good, even though he had never touched you like this before.

“Chan, feels good-“ You reached up and grabbed your boobs, squeezing to both hold on to something and to feel even better.

Chan was so close to breaking.

He moved one of your hands to take over, nipple pinched in between his fingers as he picked up the pace. “Yeah? You like this?”

You nodded, a string of whines your only verbal response.

“Good, because I fucking love this. Fuck. Can’t wait for you to squeeze my cock like this.” At the mention of what was to come, your back arched, whines increasing in volume. “Oh, you want that, don’t you? Want to know how good I can make you feel?”

“Need.” You corrected. Because it wasn’t just a want anymore - if he didn’t fuck you in the next few minutes you would combust.

With a smug smile, he pulled his fingers out, playing with your folds to gather more of your slick. You watched as Chan brought his fingers to his lips, tongue peeking out to lick. It was sinful, the way his tongue twisted around his fingers to clean every inch. Eyes rolling back and deep grunts made you long to see what he would look like between your legs.

“God, you’re sweeter than I imagined.”

The words made your body flush, almost convincing you that you could finish from the way he spoke alone.

Once he sucked his fingers clean, Chan leaned off the bed, digging into his backpack to grab a condom. He placed the foil wrapper on your stomach before taking off his sweats, watching the way your eyes widened when you saw his length for the first time.

It was embarrassing, the way you felt drool fill the front of your mouth. A cock shouldn't make you so needy, especially considering you had never taken one before.

But it was who it belonged to - you wanted Chan, so bad that you would happily drool over his cock like it was the first time over and over again.

You watched as he unwrapped the condom, sliding the tight latex over himself. He fisted his cock a few times, testing to make sure it was snug enough before he looked at you.

“Ready?”

Of course you were. If anything, you were more than ready. But you couldn’t help the nervousness that was bubbling - he was large, and while he had already prepped you a bit, you still couldn’t help but worry about how much the first stretch would hurt.

He cupped your face, tilting it up to meet his soft eyes. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

You shook your head, fingers wrapping around the wrist that held your cheek. “I’m ready. I am. Can you just kiss me? While you’re doing it?”

The depths of Chan’s love showed in the way he smiled at you, closing the gap to find your lips. It was so sweet, the movement of his lips against yours, and when the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, he swallowed every gasp and whine you gave. He didn’t stop kissing you as he pushed his member inside, groaning at the grip you had on him.

“Tell me.” He mumbled against your lips, your shallow breaths fanning his face. “Tell me if it's too much.”

Your lips trembled, body shaking as you nodded, desperately searching for his lips again. You swallowed each other’s moans and whines, and before you knew it, Chan’s hips were flush against yours, completely inside of you.

You broke the kiss, deeply breathing as you took time to acknowledge everything you were feeling. Pain from the new stretch, love from the way Chan was kissing your jawline, overwhelmed from the heat of your body making you sweat with pleasure. It was all so much, and not enough at once.

Chan kissed up your cheek, landing on your forehead as he slowly pulled out. “Can I?”

You nodded, unable to do much else, hoping that he would understand your lack of ability to speak right now.

It was Chan. Of course he understood.

Slowly, he pushed back in, and the pain eased just a bit. He didn’t pull out much - only about midway the first few times before thrusting all the way back in. The pace stayed steady as he watched you, waiting for his signal to either stop or do more.

It came when he was bottomed out, tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot. Your jaw fell slack, moans making Chan’s skin pimple.

“There?” He asked as he pulled out, only to push back in a bit rougher.

You nodded your head, legs wrapping around his waist to cling to him. Chan did it again, this time hitting it more spot on due to the new angle. Slowly, his pace picked up, length of his thrusts getting shorter as he found the perfect rhythm to fuck you.

His head nuzzled in your neck, breaths fanning over your sweaty skin. “Fuck, baby. Love the way you take my cock.”

You clenched around him, only encouraging to go faster and talk more.

“God, I’m not going to be able to stop. Never gonna be able to stop fucking this tight cunt.” Hands flew to his hair, pulling hard enough to get Chan to moan, the volume of his sinful words increasing. “Gonna let me? Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want?”

“Ye-yes-“

“Good. I told you I wasn’t going to be able to stop.”

Chan pushed himself up, hands resting on either side of your head. He slammed into you harder, and while the stretch still hurt, it was easy to push to the back of your mind, especially when he smiled at you with so much love while fucking you like he couldn’t care less.

“Chan. Close-“

“Me too.” He grunted, hips sloppily moving as pleasure overwhelmed him. “Do it. Wanna know how you feel when you cum.”

Two more thrust and you were thrown into the deep in, legs spasming and cries strained as you came around Chan’s cock, just like he asked. He hissed at the feeling, pausing as he was bottomed out to fill the condom.

Your legs fell, body limp and mind blank from your orgasm. Chan pulled out, causing you to winch slightly from the soreness you were already experiencing.

He climbed off the bed, and you whined, grabbing his arm to try and bring him back to you.

“Come on.” He laughed, hands tucking underneath your sides to try and pull you off the bed. “Gotta pee and clean up before we can rest.”

You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut with physical and emotional exhaustion. “Don’t wanna. Wanna snuggle.”

“We’re going to after. Now get up, or I’ll carry you.”

One eye opened, a playful smile stretching across your face. Chan sighed, regretting giving you the option. He picked you up, letting you hug him like a koala and carried you to the en-suite bathroom.

“Do we have to do this every time?” You asked, nuzzling your head into your neck.

“What, clean up?” You nodded. “Yes, every single time.”

You threw your head back, loudly groaning in faux frustration, making Chan laugh. “God.” You said sarcastically. “Sex is the worst.”

©: chvnnie 2022

[niki-phoria]

pairing: leon x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff/slight angst/comfort word count: 18.0k

warnings: canon typical violence, blood, mentions of needles/stitches, leon gets shot, cursing

includes: re2 leon, i rewrote the entire re2 game with a self insert lmao, maybe slightly ooc ada (she's nicer to leon and reader than in canon), not 100% canon compliant but i did my best, thinking about making a ver of this for re4 skdldns, this is barely proofread apologies for any mistakes, PLS NOTICE THE TLOU REFERENCE

a/n: someone wrote a poly aeon x reader fic and i'm obsessed with that idea now

requests open !! read my rules first

you shove your body underneath the door, desperately trying to escape the oncoming hoard of zombies running at you. the sliding door slams down just after you make it through. you aren’t given any time to catch your breath when a man’s voice catches your attention. 

despite nearly being crushed just seconds before, you force yourself up on shaky knees and run towards the sound. “god damnit!” 

“watch out!” another man yells. you recognize him - lieutenant marvin branagh. 

you turn the corner just in time to watch marvin bring the door down on the zombie’s head. you flinch a little at the noise of the man’s skull cracking before the door shuts with a final slam. 

the man marvin saved pants as he sits up, moving to lean back against the wall. marvin has a hand pressed against a wound in his abdomen. he braces himself against the metal of the door as you rush over to him. “lieutenant!” 

“y/n,” he sighs. “you shouldn’t be here. it’s not safe.”

“what happened?” marvin simply waves you off as you turn your attention back to the man he saved. messy blonde hair frames his sharp features. his breathing has evened out as his eyes continuously switch between you and marvin. 

“thanks…” the man says. 

“marvin branagh.”

“leon kennedy,” he sighs. “there was another officer; i… i couldn’t…”

marvin shakes his head. “i’m sure you did what you could, leon.” he glances back at you before gesturing to leon with a shake of his head. “let y/n check you out. he’s a doctor.”

you breathe in a shaky sigh as you nod. “come on,” you reach your hand out for leon to help him up. “that bite on your neck looks bad. let me see if i can help.”

leon accepts your hand with a nod. marvin limps over to a nearby bench, grunting as he leans back against the seat. despite your growing concern over his condition you focus your attention on the man in front of you. 

he sits down on a gurney you had previously helped set up during the first few days of the outbreak when you didn’t know exactly how bad it would become. “here,” he whispers, handing you his flashlight. 

“thanks,” you reply, using the light to search through the mess of medical supplies lying around. most of what you brought was forgotten in the chaos - hundreds of helpless people begging for help, thousands of zombies attempting to break into the precinct, watching officers you had come to know as friends die in the most horrific ways you could have ever imagined. 

you gather up just enough gauze, bandages, and antibiotics to treat leon’s neck as quickly as you can. blood has spread into the fabric of his shirt underneath his jacket. the wound is deep - deep enough to need stitches. you let out a small sigh at the realization. 

“is something wrong?” leon asks. 

you nearly flinch at how gentle his voice sounds. after weeks of screaming and crying being the only real interactions you had with people, the mundaneness of his question is a welcome change. “yeah, it’s just… you need stitches. the bite goes from your neck to your shoulder. i need you to take your shirt off.”

leon’s face flushes a deep red immediately. it’s almost cute how he immediately blushes at the prospect of having to strip in front of you. you set the flashlight down to illuminate the room around you as you turn your back to search for a suture kit. 

you wait until the sound of rustling clothing stops before turning back to face leon. the way his blush has extended from just his neck and cheeks to spread fully across his cheeks makes you stifle a small chuckle under your breath. he looks up at you with a questioning glance as you shake your head. “sorry. it’s been a while since i’ve flustered someone this much.”

you pull a glove onto your hand before tilting leon’s face away so you have full access to his neck. he winces a little when you press the gauze against it. “have you ever gotten stitches before?”

“no,” he whispers. his voice is slightly strained, likely from the harsh pressure you’re applying. 

“okay,” you nod. “i’ll try to be as quick as i can.”

you pause when leon reaches up to grab your hand. his touch is gentle as he wraps it around your wrist. icy blue eyes stare up at you. “can you… talk me through it? it helps.”

“of course,” you nod. leon smiles slightly at you as you turn your attention back to the bite in his neck. “right now i’m holding gauze to stop the bleeding. then, i’ll disinfect the area to prepare it for stitches. after i finish the stitches, i’ll wrap it with a bandage. you’ll need to take antibiotics for at least a few days. besides the… zombies, you were bitten by a person. you can’t let this get infected out here. we don’t have enough supplies to treat it right now.”

leon takes a shaky breath as he nods. “easy enough, right?”

despite his thinly veiled sarcasm, you can immediately tell how nervous he is. you reach over to grab his trembling hand before gently squeezing it. “you’ll be just fine, leon. i promise.”

“okay,” he whispers. he squeezes your hand back before softly smiling at you. 

you shift to get a better angle of the wound, gently pulling the gauze away from his neck. leon watches you open the suture kit and prepare the needle. “it’s gonna be okay.” he nods, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as you start. your hands are gentle against his skin as you carefully weave the needle through his skin to carefully patch up the wound. the tension in his shoulders slowly relaxes the farther along you stitch until you finally tie it off.

“okay,” your voice cuts through the silence as leon’s eyes flutter back open. you press a bandage against his skin to cover the fresh wound before moving to throw the needle away and take your gloves off. “we’re done.”

“that’s it?” 

you chuckle at how surprised he sounds as you move to sit beside him on the gurney. “that’s it. just be careful for a few weeks until the stitches heal and try not to move your shoulder with any quick movements.”

“thank you,” leon smiles. something about the simple gesture flusters you despite him being a stranger you’ve only had a few interactions with. he silently reaches over, taking your hand into his once again. “do you know any way to get out of here?”

“this place is a repurposed museum. eliot said there are some tunnels underneath it that should lead outside.”

“eliot,” leon repeats the name. he turns to reach into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, bloodied journal. he opens it to the bookmarked page before handing it over to you. “there was another officer. he said this would get us out of here.”

inside are messy sketches spread across two pages. on the first is the goddess statue in the middle of the station is drawn on the left side, complete with a view of the tunnels leading down to the basement and the parking garage. on the next page were three different statues with little symbols drawn underneath them. blood coats the edges of the pages. “well, unless you have another plan, let's hope this works.”

“let’s go then.”

leon is careful as he tugs his shirt back over his head, followed by his jacket. you do your best to remain silent as you follow behind him. his gun remains raised as you carefully search through each room, picking up handgun ammo and other spare parts whenever possible. “do you know where the medallions might be?”

“no,” you sigh as you shut the door of an office behind yourself. a fake plant sits in the corner, next to a cheap, beige couch and a large mahogany desk; likely belonging to a senior officer. “the city told people to come here if they needed help when the outbreak first began. they sent a group of doctors out here just before people started showing up in hoards. i’ve spent the past few weeks patching up officers with bites or scratches and praying the zombies don’t find me.”

you both jump when there’s a loud crash against the window. leon is quick to grab his gun, raising it in front of his body as he steps closer to it. “stay behind me,” he whispers. you nod as you step back away from the cracked glass, hand reaching into your pocket to tightly grip the combat knife eliot had given you when the zombies first began invading the precinct. “use it wisely,” he had said. “save who you can save.”

the snarling becomes louder as the bangs against the window increase in volume. leon cocks his gun when the glass shatters before firing two shots into what used to be a woman. her body slumps forwards against the remains of the wood as you let out a shaky sigh of relief. 

“it’s okay,” leon whispers. you nod, following him further into the hallway. the only light comes from the moonlight breaking through the windows and the flashlight leon has. it’s not much, but it’s better than stumbling around in the darkness. 

“hey,” leon’s voice interrupts the silence. he uses his flashlight to gesture to a lion statue in front of you. it’s sitting in the middle of the main hallway, facing towards the entrance. it’s paw holds a shield up with a golden slide in the center, contrasting against the bronze it was made of. in front of its base is a puzzle with three slides. “this is where the first medallion is, right?”

you step closer to lean over leon’s shoulder. the first symbol in eliot’s notebook is a crude drawing of the same lion statue and three symbols drawn underneath it. “it looks like it.”

leon shines the light on the journal page as you step forwards to slide the puzzle into place. he chuckles when you grimace at the grime coating the metal. 

the statue moves once you input the correct code. a red medallion is pushed out from the golden slide. it feels heavy in your hand when you carefully pull it out from its resting place. “one down, two to go,” leon remarks. you follow him down the steps to the goddess statue, placing the medallion into the first circle at the statue’s base. the concrete shifts in response, opening to reveal the beginnings of a railing. 

“huh,” a cough interrupts your awe. 

“lieutenant,” leon gasps. you’re quick to rush to marvin’s side, though he pushes your hands away when you attempt to help him. 

“don’t, y/n,” he rasps. “i’m a dead man walking. have been for a long time.” you purse your lips as you step back, giving him space. leon kneels down next to him; eyes occasionally drifting from the blood on his side to his face. marvin pulls out a combat knife - a similar one to the knife eliot gave you - before pushing it into the man’s hands. “take this. use it.”

“lieutenant, i can’t-” 

“that’s an order, rookie!” marvin cuts him off with finality. he lets out a shaky breath as he lays back down against the wooden bench. “save yourself. don’t make my mistake.” 

your eyes remain fixated on the slow rise and fall of marvin’s chest until it eventually comes to a stop. your shoulders fall as you step forwards, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “leon,” you whisper. “i’m sorry. he’s gone.”

leon glances back at you with teary eyes before turning back to marvin. you kneel down beside him as you reach over to close marvin’s eyes. you wrap your arm around leon’s shoulders, gently coaxing his body closer. “i’m so sorry,” you repeat. leon lets out a shaky sigh before he throws himself into your arms. he buries his head into the crook of your neck; his hands clinging onto your shoulders as if you’ll disappear the second he dares to let go. you wrap your arms around his waist as you rub a gentle hand against his back. tears sting against the skin of your neck, soaking into the fabric of your t-shirt. 

“i’m sorry,” leon chokes out. he pulls away from you, furiously wiping the tears away from his cheeks. “we need to keep moving - there are more medallions we need to find-”

“don’t be sorry,” you whisper. his breath hitches when you raise a hand to gently wipe away the tears that continue rolling down his cheeks. you pull him back into a hug as leon cries against your chest. “it’s all gonna be okay. i promise.”

time seems to stall as you sit there with leon in your arms. the ground beneath you is cold and uncomfortable and you’re keenly aware of marvin’s body behind you, but you let yourself forget everything as you hold him. the zombies, eliot’s death, marvin’s death; none of it matters as you feel leon slowly relaxing in your arms. his sobs turn to sniffles and his hands stop trembling. 

leon takes a deep breath as he pulls away, wiping his hands against the dried tears on his cheeks. a part of you is saddened by the loss of warmth, though you push that feeling away as soon as it arrives. “let’s get out of here,” he whispers. 

you nod, reaching over to grab leon’s hand. he gives it a reassuring squeeze as you walk along the balcony before making your way into the library. the dust nearly makes you sneeze, though you suppress the urge as you search through it. the staircase in the corner is broken. fragments of wood are scattered on the floor. it cracks with each step you take. “those bookshelves are on wheels,” you gesture. “we can push them together and use that ladder to make it up to the second floor.”

“alright,” leon whispers. he holsters his gun once again before grabbing the edge of the first bookcase. it shakes under the weight as you use your body weight to force it to move. it slams against the rest of the cases, causing a flurry of dust to fly out. you cough, waving your hand in front of your face in an attempt to clear the air. 

“guess they didn’t read much,” you mutter under your breath. leon chuckles, reaching over to pat your shoulder. you’re nearly embarrassed at how such a simple gesture causes a mess of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. you turn away in an attempt to hide just how flustered you are, focusing on the next bookshelf in the line. 

“it was nice of them to leave a ladder,” leon remarks as you set it against the cases. it’s old and doesn’t feel sturdy when you put your weight on it, but you don’t have any other option. it creaks a little underneath your weight. 

“don’t worry,” leon says as he moves to hold it steady. “i’ve got you.” you nod, carefully climbing up until you reach the top. the wood is even dustier; though you ignore it in favor of holding the ladder still for leon to climb up after you. 

you stumble slightly when you stand up, though you’re swiftly caught by a gentle hand against your waist. “careful,” he whispers. 

“thanks,” you chuckle. leon’s light blush is visible even in the darkness as you follow him across the unsteady surface until you make it across to the top. his hand ghosts against your hips longer than necessary, though neither of you mention it. 

the unicorn statue is in the lounge right next to the library. the already grand room looks even bigger in the darkness, complete with ornate wall details and arches lining the ceiling. the statue itself is similar to the lion - the unicorn stands tall on a rock with a hoof resting over a shield. the same slider puzzle remains at the bottom. 

leon slides eliot’s journal back over to you as you repeat the same process of inputting the code. you wipe the grime off on your jeans as the statue slides open to reveal the second medallion. “nice job,” he smiles. 

you bite back your flustered smile as you pocket it. “thank you.” leon reaches over to grab your hand as you make your way back down the stairs to the goddess statue in the main hallway. the second medallion exposes more of the underground staircase when the concrete shifts around even more. 

“there’s a clocktower on the third floor of the building,” you say. “eliot told me they use it for storage; something about old pieces in the museum they couldn’t get rid of. i think the last statue is up there.”

“okay,” leon smiles. “let’s go find the clock tower, then.”

you retrace your steps up the grand staircases to the second floor. he guides you through the winding hallways of the station until you find the armory. lockers line the room filled with miscellaneous boxes of ammo and spare hip pads. leon uses a spare part to fix the keypad before using it to type in the codes to a few lockers. you take the time to look around, searching through the room for anything else that could be considered useful until a shotgun on the wall catches your attention. “leon,” you call. he wanders over from where he was standing. you pull the shotgun down from the wall before handing it over to him. 

“w-870,” he murmurs. he pumps the gun once before flipping it in his hands. “nice.”

“do you have any shotgun shells?”

“there are some in here,” he says. “start saving anything you find.” 

you nod, pocketing a few more boxes of handgun ammo just in case as you follow him out of the armory. you walk back into the stars office, searching around for a few minutes. 

the room is filled with a few desks sitting back to back. papers lay on the floor, likely thrown around in the chaos. a board in the middle of the far wall catches your attention. a bulletin board and a few group photos surround it. 

“stars?” leon reads. you jump slightly at the sound of his voice from beside you. “sorry,” he whispers. you shake your head, turning your attention back to the group photo on the wall.

“special tactics and rescue service,” you elaborate. “they were the first people sent out when the virus first hit. i know someone on this team.”

leon hesitantly brings a hand up before resting it on your shoulder. you take a breath to calm yourself, letting the fearless persona you’d been forced to create falter for a second. “i’m sorry,” he whispers. you bite your lip, willing the tears in your eyes to disappear. 

leon reaches over, pulling you into a hug. the warmth of his body against your own feels comforting. you let yourself relax against him. the weight of everything you’ve been through hits all at once. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting out a shaky breath as he rubs a gentle hand against your back. 

it feels like you spend hours standing there, clinging to a man who was a stranger yesterday. leon brings a hand up to rest against your cheek when you pull away. he rubs his thumb against your skin as he tilts your head up to look at him. his piercing blue eyes seem to lure you in - daring you to step closer and make the first move. your breath hitches when his hand falls to wrap around your neck, pulling you back into his chest. he presses a kiss against your forehead before you pull away completely. 

“thank you,” you whisper. leon simply nods, though he doesn’t move away at all. you softly smile at him before turning to the door. “there’s a staircase just outside the armory. it should go up to the third floor.”

he reaches over to grab your hand, gently squeezing it in his. you intertwine your fingers together as he returns your smile. “let’s go, then.” 

you nod, following leon through the seemingly never ending hallways. the staircase leads back to another hallway and a storage room. the dust makes you cough when you push the door open, making him chuckle beside you. “shut up,” you mutter. “i have allergies.” 

“just don’t sneeze on me, okay?”

“well now i have to because you’re being so snarky,” you tease. 

leon playfully gasps, placing a hand over his heart. “you wouldn’t dare!”

“the punishment fits the crime, rookie.” you squeeze his hand before you let go, letting the moonlight illuminate the stuffy room as you look around. 

“hey!” leon calls as he follows you inside. “who are you calling ‘rookie?’”

you stifle a laugh as he walks in behind you. the final statue stands surrounded by debris. thick, iron bars block your access to it. “there it is.”

“there has to be a way to break into there,” leon says. 

you nod, using your foot to kick some of the debris out of the way. “there’s a detonator,” you murmur, kneeling down to pick it up. “do you have a battery?”

“yeah,” he whispers, searching through a few pouches until he finds it. “here.”

you pause before fully inserting the battery, turning to look at him. “leon.”

“yeah?” 

“it’s a bomb. you should step back.”

“oh, right,” he whispers. you stifle a chuckle as he steps back until he’s standing against the wall. you push the battery into place before pressing a button to start the timer. it lights up, starting the countdown at 10 seconds. 

you set the bomb down on the debris before rushing over to where leon is standing behind the wall. he angles his body so it’s just barely in front of yours as the bomb clicks until finally exploding with a loud boom. dust fills the room once again, rising into the air in big clouds before it slowly settles on the ground. you turn away to cough as leon waves a hand in front of you to clear some of it away. “what happened to our deal?” he jokes.

“we agreed that i’d sneeze on you. this doesn’t count.”

“i’ll keep that in mind, then.” you chuckle as you follow leon forwards. you help him push the rocks out of the way, exposing a small, open area in the bars. “careful,” he whispers as you crawl through the gap. 

the maiden statue is similar to all of the others. she has one hand raised, the other resting against her hip near the medallion. the puzzle is even dirtier than the others - a layer of dust and grime coat each of the symbols until they’re nearly incomprehensible. “read the symbols out to me?” 

“it’s… a woman’s face, the bow and arrow, and the snake,” leon lists. you slide each one until the concrete slides to expose the final medallion before stepping onto the base to take it, flipping it in your hands. 

leon reaches out to help you stand after you crawl back through the hole. “thanks,” you whisper. he simply nods, intertwining your fingers together once again. 

“let’s get the hell out of here.” leon refuses to let go of your hand as you make your way back down to the main hall of the station. you follow him down the grand staircase until you reach the goddess statue. he gives you a nod of confirmation before you slide the medallion into place. 

the concrete slides for the final time as the statue twists to reveal an old metal door leading to tunnels below. the paint has chipped and rust coats the bars. darkness seeps up from the basement below. it looks ominous, even when leon shines his flashlight down the staircase. he squeezes your hand as you slowly begin creeping down the steps. 

the staircase leads into a large, somewhat cozy room. a large desk sits in the middle of the room surrounded by bookshelves on all sides. leon looks around for any spare ammo as you look around the tunnel. the small hallway leads to an old elevator. “leon,” you call. “there’s an elevator.” 

“it must go down to the basement,” he hums. “i saw a map in one of the storage rooms. there are a few holding cells down here.”

“lead the way,” you gesture. 

you follow leon down another set of staircases farther into the basement. pipes and old wiring line the ceiling as you walk along the unsteady metal grates. it’s eerily silent as you continue on; the only sound is your footsteps echoing along the concrete walls. 

“y/n,” leon’s voice cuts through the silence. he gestures to a shelf blocking your way, moving to the side to make room for you. “help me out with this.” 

you lean against the doorframe on the other side, using your body weight to push the shelf out of the way. it slams against the wall with a loud crash. “good work,” leon pants. 

your response is cut off when something else hits against the side of the wall. you flinch back as a monster barrels through. it reaches out with a sharp claw, pushing against your chest and shoving you down onto the floor. 

“y/n!” leon yells. from your position pinned underneath it you can see more of it’s body structure. it’s a man - or the remains of one. his torso has been taken over by the virus, leaving exposed muscle and bone in the place of skin. it shoves your body back against the grates until they fall apart. your body hits the ground hard as the zombie tumbles down beside you. 

you scramble to your feet as leon jumps down, shooting it away from you. “leon,” you rasp out. every part of your body aches as you flip onto your knees. your chest heaves as you attempt to catch your breath. 

“don’t worry!” leon yells. his voice sounds distant. gunshots continue to ring out, accompanied by howls from the zombie. “i’ll lead it away! just stay there!”

you grit your teeth, forcing yourself to stand. the world spins around you but you force yourself anyway. your hand tightens around the handle of the combat knife eliot gave you as you follow the noise of the scuffle. metal scrapes against metal as the zombie swings a piece of broken pipe towards leon. an eyeball poking through the muscle catches your attention. “the eye!” leon yells, shooting at its iris. “aim for the eye!”

he grunts when the zombie reaches out and grabs him. you take the opportunity to run towards it, digging your knife into the creature’s eye as far as it will go. the zombie howls as its body shakes. you jump down off of its back as it collapses against the ground - finally dead.

“y/n,” leon rushes over to you. you let him pull you to your feet. his arm wraps around your waist as you lean against his body, grateful for the support. “god, are you okay?”

“i’m fine.” your attempt to wave him off fails as he guides you over to rest against the wall. leon brings a hand up to cup your face, tilting your head back and forth to check you over. “i’m a doctor,” you chuckle. “i’m okay. i promise.”

leon stares into your eyes for a few seconds before he sighs. you wrap your arms around him as he brushes a hand against the dirt on your cheek once again. “don’t ever do that to me again,” he whispers. 

“as long as you don’t either.” he chuckles dryly as you reach out to take his hand into yours once again. you intertwine your fingers together as you stand back up. his arm remains firmly around your waist as you continue on. it’s a comforting feeling: despite all you’ve been through, you’ve done it all together. 

you let the world around you fade away until leon’s voice catches your attention. “that must lead to the parking garage,” he says. a metal ladder is bolted against the wall. he uses his flashlight to expose a sewer grate just barely visible at the top, blocking your view from seeing outward. “are you gonna be okay climbing up there?”

“leon,” you chuckle. 

“right,” he smiles. the metal feels cold against your hands as you grab onto the first bars, carefully making your way up. you push up against the metal sewer cover, pushing it out of the way and exposing more light from above. 

“it’s safe!” you call down to leon, pushing your body fully out of the tunnel. he nods, quick to follow you out of the tunnels. 

leon’s face flushes slightly when you hold a hand out to help him stand. “thanks,” he whispers. you simply nod, intertwining your fingers together once again. “there’s a gate over there.”

“let’s go then.” 

the machine has an empty space for a keycard. he sighs, cursing under his breath. “we need to find a keycard somewhere.” you jump when a low growl echoes from behind you. leon is quick to grab his gun as you turn, now face to face with a rabid dog. 

“leon!” you yell when it jumps out. it pins him to the ground as it barks, teeth gnashing as he tries to fight it off. his gun scrapes against the floor in the chaos. 

“y/n!” your hands tremble slightly as you move on instinct, reaching over to grab his gun and firing at the beast once. the shot is enough to knock it off of leon as he scrambles to his feet. you flinch when another gunshot rings out, echoing along the parking garage walls. 

“nice shot,” a woman calls. her heels click along the ground as you stand on shaky legs to face her. her tan trench coat has been tied around her waist to accentuate her strong silhouette. a big pair of black sunglasses hide her eyes as she circles around to face you. 

leon moves to stand in front of you, keeping his gun fixed on her. “who are you?”

“fbi,” she says, nonchalantly raising a badge. leon relaxes slightly, nodding at you before holstering his gun. he reaches over to grab your hand as you follow after her. 

“leon kennedy,” he introduces. “raccooon city police department.”

“ada wong.” she pauses to remove her sunglasses, looking at you. “and him?”

“y/n l/n.” 

she simply hums in acknowledgement, turning on her heel. “surprised you made it this far.”

“hey! what’s going on here?” leon yells after her. 

“do yourself a favor: stop asking questions and get the hell out of here.”

“wait!” leon’s questions fall on deaf ears as you watch the woman disappear into the darkness behind a few abandoned cars. 

you place a gentle hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him closer. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” leon sighs, reaching over to grab your hand once again. he falters slightly under your unrelenting gaze. his icy eyes meet yours once again as he softly smiles. “i promise.”

“okay,” you nod, squeezing his hand. 

“the holding cells should be near here,” leon says, gesturing to the other side of the parking garage. “hopefully we can find a keycard somewhere in there.”

“lead the way.”

leon chuckles as you follow him around the corner and down yet another hallway. you pass through a heavy door into a room filled with various areas that are marked off with thick, iron bars. you bite back the bile in your throat when you step over the corpse of an officer and continue further into the jail. 

“at least there’s power down here,” you murmur. leon chuckles beside you as you continue searching through the different cell blocks. 

you jump when a zombie bangs against the bars next to you. leon is quick to react, raising his gun and stepping in front of you. you both let out a small sigh of relief when the bars hold. though the zombie’s attempts to grab at you are futile, leon turns back to check on you anyways. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” you whisper. “i’m fine. just a little startled.”

“hello?” a voice echoing through the hall catches your attention. you follow leon as you run towards the sound. you find a man sitting alone in the cell. he’s wearing a jean jacket and a parking keycard badge hangs from a lanyard around his neck. “you’re human.”

“how long have you been in here?”

“long enough. are we… the last ones alive?”

leon steps a little closer to the bars. the man’s face is illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window behind him. “no, there are a few more of us.”

“oh, thank god,” he sighs in relief. “that’s good news. unless irons sent you, of course,” he sarcastically chuckles.

“chief irons?” 

leon glances at you as you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “is he still around?”

“who cares! hopefully he’s somebody’s dinner by now. he’s the bastard that locked me in here!” the man pauses to take a drag from his cigarette before throwing it to the side. “i was about to blow the whistle on his dirty ass. i guess i would’ve done the same thing.”

footsteps echo from down the hallway catch your attention. “leon,” you whisper. 

“listen! i’ll make you a deal,” the man pleads. “there’s no other way out of the parking garage! believe me!” 

“i… i should talk to the chief first-”

“come on! don’t be an asshole, okay?” the footsteps slowly grow closer as you reach over to grab leon’s hand, pulling him farther back away from the bars. the man raises the keycard. “just get me the fuck out of-”

you jump when the man screams as something breaks through the brick walls behind him. you watch in horror as the man is lifted into the air and dragged along the side of the wall until his skull cracks against the brick. his body falls to the floor limp. dead. 

“oh my god,” leon whispers. 

you both jump at the familiar sound of heels clicking along the hallway. leon raises his gun towards the darkness before ada steps back into view. “put that away. it’s just me,” she says. 

“i don’t even know what happened, he just… it was all so quick.”

ada curses, crossing her arms over her chest. “i told you to get out of here. you wouldn’t want to end up like him, would you?”

“wait, you knew him?”

“he was an informant to my investigation.”

“so it’s true? chief irons is dirty?”

ada simply rolls her eyes, turning on her heel once again. “find a way out of here. then we’ll talk.”

“ada!” she ignores leon as she continues walking away, back up to the parking garage. 

you walk over to the panel on the wall, opening the hatch to inspect it. the wiring inside has nearly been completely fried; the jail must have been forgotten in the chaos. when the power went down in the rest of the building, the wiring failed. leon sighs as ada disappears down the hallway before he turns back to you. he steps over next to you to look at the panel over your shoulder. “what are you thinking?”

“the cells must be electronically controlled. if we can figure out how to turn the power back on, we can open the doors and grab the keycard.”

“okay,” he nods. “do you know how to fix it?”

“no, but i’m sure i can figure it out. i’ve done a lot of things i’ve never done before tonight,” you let out a bitter laugh as leon raises his flashlight to illuminate the wires. he reaches over to squeeze your hand into his once again as you carefully begin to weave them around each other until they’re connected around each other correctly. 

the cell door opens with a loud shriek of metal scraping against metal as it slides open. “good job,” leon smiles. 

“thanks,” you whisper, following him into the cell. leon pauses when he goes to grab the parking pass from around the man’s neck. “what is it?”

“there’s a recording device,” he says, pulling it out of the man’s pocket. he clicks it on as he raises it so you can both hear the words clearly. 

“...i just find it way too coincidental that umbrella’s one of the benefactors.” you recognize the reporter’s voice, even through the grainy recording device. 

“you told me this interview was about the new scholarship umbrella set up,” a woman replies.

“come on, annette, nobody cares about that! they wanna hear about the g-virus and-”

“where did you hear about that?”

“-and that big fucking sinkhole in the city! which, by the way, rumor has it, it goes straight into your underground lab!”

“lab?” leon murmurs. 

“this interview is over.” the tape ends with the sound of annette slamming her hands against the table and a door slamming shut. the reporter lets out an aggravated sigh before it ends with a small click.

“maybe that’s why the fbi is looking into this,” you say. leon pockets the recorder quickly before handing the parking pass to you. “umbrella is a pharmaceutical company. i remember there being a big controversy about them dumping chemical waste into the ocean or something.”

“sounds like something the government would be interested in,” he hums in agreement. “let’s get out of here.”

you retrace your steps out of the jail and back into the parking garage. you pause when the ground below your feet shakes before the wall beside you crumbles. you both gasp when a giant man easily breaks through the wall. his skin is an unnatural gray color. he towers over you as he silently knocks you back into the wall before grabbing leon. 

“leon!” you scramble back to your feet when the headlights of a swat car light up. the engine revs once before the car begins picking up speed, slamming head on into the man and knocking him back into the wall. 

you run over to leon’s side as he coughs in an attempt to catch his breath. slowly, his gasping relaxes until his lungs are no longer heaving for air. he  lets you help him back up to his feet as ada steps out of the car. 

“this is getting old. saving your asses - that’s twice now!” 

“i didn’t realize we were keeping score,” leon rasps. 

“this isn’t a game!” leon pulls you behind him when something moves from underneath the rubble. he curses under his breath as he raises his gun in the direction of the noise. ada nonchalantly takes a remote out of her pocket, pressing a button that makes the car explode into flames. “nothing dies down here. i take it you have the keycard?”

“i do. and this,” leon says, tossing the recorder to her. “would you happen to know anything about that?”

ada barely glances at it before pocketing it herself. “maybe… after i hear it. now, come on. let’s get out of here.”

you shrug when leon gives you a questioning glance. ada’s heels echo along the road of the parking garage as you follow her. you insert the pass into the card reader of the machine until it shines a bright green. the shutter creaks as it slowly begins moving upwards. 

the parking garage opens to a small hill that takes you back into the city. a light drizzle of rain makes you shiver as you follow ada across the empty street. “what are you doing out here, anyway?” leon asks. 

“getting more info on the people responsible for this mess. and what about you? trying to save the world?”

“i told lieutenant branagh i’d bring help.”

ada scoffs. “good luck getting that.” she sighs when you reach the edge of the sinkhole. the ground has opened to reveal part of umbrella’s lab the reporter mentioned on the recording. ada turns on her heel once again, turning to look at the store behind you. “going through that gun shop looks like the only way.”

a neon red sign shines brightly in the otherwise dark city street. ada kneels down to pick the lock before pushing the door open. leon catches it, holding it open for you as you follow her inside. the shelves have been knocked over and rubble is all over the floor. you follow leon as you search through the mostly empty store. 

“don’t move!” a man yells as he shoves the barrel of a shotgun in your face. you carefully back away, holding your hands up. “i said don’t fucking move!” 

“okay,” you whisper. leon follows your lead, holstering his own gun. “okay. we’re not gonna hurt you. just put the gun down.”

the silhouette of a young girl catches your attention from the corner of your eye. her breathing is raspy. “sir, i think your daughter needs help,” leon begins.

“don’t tell me how to deal with my daughter!” the man yells, pumping his shotgun. 

“drop it!” ada yells as she steps out of the shadows. 

leon is quick to pull you behind him before raising his own gun once again. “y/n, back up,” he orders. you glance at the man’s daughter once again before obeying, slinking back behind a shelf. 

“step aside. we need to terminate her before she turns,” ada says. 

“‘terminate?’ that’s my fucking daughter!” 

“ada,” leon whispers. “just let them be.” he glances back at you, nodding as a gesture to return to his side. 

“emmie, i told you to stay put,” the man whispers. he kneels down to wrap his arms around her, though she doesn’t react at all. instead she stares straight ahead, still raspily breathing. the man sniffles as he looks over his shoulder at leon. “you’re a cop; how did this happen?” 

“mommy?” the girl whispers. 

“mommy’s sleeping,” the man reaches over to pat her back. he kneels down, lifting her up into his arms. “and i’m gonna put you to bed too, okay?”

you let out a shaky sigh as they disappear behind the door. leon reaches over to grab your hand, squeezing it when a single gunshot echoes out. “you okay?” he whispers. 

“yeah,” you nod. you let the comfort of leon’s hand in yours calm you down. “i’m fine. let’s go.”

leon intertwines your fingers together as ada silently leads the way out of the shop. “ever heard of umbrella? they’re a pharmaceutical company secretly making bioweapons. they made a virus - it turns people into indestructible monsters.”

“that explains the zombies,” leon murmurs. 

“that’s why i’m looking for annette birkin,” ada continues. “she’s responsible for unleashing the virus. i’m going to bring her down.” she leads you down a set of metal staircases until you reach the opening of a sewer. 

“you don’t have to be here,” leon leans over to whisper to you. “i know this has been… a lot.”

you squeeze his hand in yours - a silent promise. “i’m not leaving you. not now.”

“okay,” he whispers with a soft smile. 

“after you,” ada gestures to the sewer opening. 

“thanks,” leon replies sarcastically. you do your best not to grimace at the smell as you follow after him. “at least there are lights in here.”

the sewers are a large, dark, seemingly never ending tunnel. your shoes do little to protect your feet from the water lining the bottom. they make you feel stuffy and claustrophobic despite the space around you. leon’s hand still remains tightly in yours. he occasionally glances back to look at you; to check on you, you suppose.

“i can’t imagine a lab being down here,” leon remarks.

“according to hq, this should lead right to umbrella’s secret facility,” ada replies. 

“but the sewers are owned by the city. how could they have an entire working operation without anyone knowing?” he asks. 

“welcome to corporate america.”

“umbrella’s controlled the city for years,” you say. “i’m sure it wasn’t that difficult.”

“he’s right,” ada sighs. “let’s just get this done.”

you follow leon through the winding tunnels until a stream of light catches your attention. the shadow is broken up by the bars of a gate. 

you freeze when something passes by. it almost looks like a giant lizard or an alligator. it’s steps shake the ground and splash water in its path. “what the hell…” leon whispers. 

“stay sharp,” ada says, looking over your shoulder. you carefully back away from the bars as its footsteps slowly grow further away. “god only knows what else is down here.”

“she’s right,” leon whispers, squeezing your hand. “stay close to me.” you nod, continuing to walk through the tunnels. 

“this way,” ada instructs. she leads you down a set of stairs to a new part of the sewers. your steps echo against the metal grates you walk on until you reach the edge. “it’s not too late to turn back, you know.”

“no chance,” leon says. “i’ve got to see this through.”

leon grunts as you both jump down into the water below. its ice cold temperature makes you shiver slightly as you wade through it. the water nearly reaches up to your knees, soaking completely through your shoes and staining your jeans. 

you wave off leon’s concerned glance with a small nod as he looks up at ada. “you sure this is the right way?”

“unfortunately.” she pauses when the ground begins to shake underneath you. the water splashes up as the footsteps of the beast grow closer. the noise echoes lowly as the monster slowly grows closer. 

you jump back when something emerges out of the water with a loud snarl. “jesus christ!” leon yells. the water drenches you as giant jaws snap in your direction, pushing you further back. it’s teeth glisten, even in the dim light.

“get out of there!” ada yells from above. “now!” 

you reach over to grab leon’s arm, pulling him along with you as you start running. the monster is quick on your heels as it uses its head to push trash out of the way in its pursuit of you. the water continues to rise the further you run. it soaks through the thin fabric of your t-shirt as you do your best to wade through it. 

the monster snarls as it lunges forwards at you. you push trash out of your way with your right hand as you tug leon alongside you with your left. he curses when he nearly trips, clinging onto you a little more. 

“get down!” you yell. your voice cuts through the chaos. you shove leon down with you as you duck underneath a pipe blocking your path. he’s quick to follow your lead as the beast runs into it mouth-first. flames erupt when its teeth puncture the metal. 

leon only lets go of your hand long enough to raise his gun. “duck!” he yells out before firing a single shot at the pipe. you brace yourself for the explosion, hiding your face behind your hands as the force of the blast ricochets through the tunnel at you. 

it’s strong enough to knock you off your feet as you hit the water below. the world feels like it’s spinning and your ears ring as leon reaches out to help you up. “are you okay?” he asks. 

you cough violently as if it’ll be enough to ring the water out of your lungs. leon supports you as he gently pats your back until you manage to catch your breath. as soon as it feels like you can breathe again you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. he’s quick to react, rubbing a hand against your back to help calm you down. “it’s okay,” he whispers. “i’m here. i’ve got you.”

you stifle a small laugh when he presses a kiss against your forehead. despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, it makes butterflies swarm all throughout your chest and stomach regardless. “leon! y/n!” ada calls down from above. she kicks a metal ladder down to allow you to climb up. “get up here.”

you’re quick to obey, following leon up. the metal feels cold against your skin, though you bite back your complaints. ada leads you into an elevator, silently leaning against the wall. “so, let me get this straight: umbrella sells monsters like that to… who? the military? somebody else’s?”

“they don’t sell the monsters, they sell the viruses that make them. scary as that alligator was… annette is far more dangerous.” the elevator leads into another small, stuffy room. a few tanks and wiring line the walls. 

leon pushes the door open, leading into umbrella’s underground lab.

a blonde woman is kneeling on the ground, inspecting the remains of a human corpse. the sleeves of her white lab coat have been pushed up over her elbows. “this is definitely william’s handiwork,” she whispers. 

you hang back as leon raises his gun at her. “hands where i can see them!” he instructs. 

“annette birkin!” ada is quick to follow, stepping even closer as she raises her pistol. 

“she’s who we’re looking for?” 

“not much time…” annette mutters to herself as she stands. 

“we’re here for the g-virus!” ada interrupts. 

annette dryly chuckles. “that’s not gonna happen.”

“i’m warning you, doctor!”

“oh, yeah?” annette raises an eyebrow as she pulls something out of her pocket. she lights the corpse beside her on fire before turning on her heel and running away.

“stop!” ada yells after her. 

“ada!” leon pushes her out of the way when annette fires in her direction a few times. he grunts when he hits the ground. the metal grates clatter underneath the weight. you’re quick to rush over to leon’s side, kneeling down beside him. 

“you’ll never get the g-virus!” annette yells as a concrete door slides shut behind her. 

“didn’t expect that from a scientist,” ada whispers. 

“don’t worry about me,” he rasps. “stop her before she gets away.” 

you curse as you press your hands against the wound on his shoulder. “go,” you say. “i’ll take care of him.”

she purses her lips, glancing back down at leon before nodding. “here,” she whispers, taking off her trenchcoat. “take this.”

“thanks.” she simply nods in acknowledgement before rushing off in search of annette. 

leon coughs when you press down on his shoulder harder. “i’m sorry,” you whisper. “i need to stop the bleeding.”

he forces his eyes open as he looks up at you. “y/n,” he whispers. he brings a hand up to gently wrap around your wrist. “you should go.”

“we’ve made it this far,” you whisper. tears sting at the edges of your eyes, threatening to fall until you force them away. “i’m not leaving you now.” you bring a hand up to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against his soft skin. icy blue eyes stare back up into your own as you softly smile down at him. “just let me take care of you.”

leon relents with a small nod, finally letting go of your wrist. he grunts when you rip the fabric of his uniform to expose the wound. “it’s not deep,” you whisper - more to yourself than leon. “you won’t need stitches.”

“that’s good,” leon grunts. his eyes flutter closed as a shaky breath escapes him. you reach over to grab ada’s trenchcoat, digging through the pockets in hopes of finding anything useful. to your relief, you find a wad of bandages. you move quickly as you wrap them around leon’s shoulder. he winces with every movement you make as you mutter continuous apologies each time his eyes squeeze shut or he twitches. 

“okay,” you whisper, tucking the edge of the bandage underneath itself to tie it in place. “i’m done. you’re okay.”

leon wraps his arm around your shoulders as you move to help him sit up against the wall. his hand wraps gently around your wrist, tugging you back to his side when you try to pull away. “y/n,” he whispers. he softly smiles when his eyes meet yours. his face is flushed a light pink. it makes you smile slightly when you notice it. “thank you.”

“of course,” you nod. an unspoken tension falls between you as leon’s hand moves up to cup your cheek. he rubs his thumb against your skin before gently pulling you in a little closer. your breath hitches when his eyes fall from looking into your own down to your lips. 

you lean in even further until your foreheads are just about to rest against each other. leon’s hand falls from your cheek down to your jaw, pulling you in even closer. “y/n,” he whispers. you can barely hear him over the sound of your own heart racing. he glances back up at your eyes. “can i kiss you?”

you subconsciously lip your lips in lieu of a verbal response. leon’s ears burn a deep red as you lean down to pull him into a sweet kiss. 

leon brings his hands up to wrap around your shoulders. you move in sync together until you finally pull away for air. you stare down at him with a soft smile as you catch your breath. “i think i have feelings for you,” you whisper. 

leon simply smiles, pulling you back down into another kiss. his thumb traces along your jawline when he pulls away. “i think i have feelings for you too.”

he pulls you down so your forehead is resting against his. you’re careful not to touch his shoulder as you shift even closer, leaning further into leon’s touch. his arms wrap around your waist, keeping you close against his chest. 

you fall into a content silence together for a few minutes. the only noise you can hear is occasional splashing water from what you assume is another giant alligator and leon’s breathing just above your ear. you can hear his steady heartbeat against your ear. his hand slips underneath your t-shirt to rub random little shapes against your skin. his touch sends shivers all along your spine, though it’s a welcome change from the frigid air.

“leon?” your voice is quiet when you break the silence. he simply hums in acknowledgement, shifting slightly to look down at you. “we should go look for ada.”

“yeah,” he agrees, though neither of you make any attempt to move. neither of you are willing to give up the momentary peace. not yet.

it’s only when you force yourself to sit up, pulling away from leon’s arms that he reacts. his grip around you tightens slightly as he whines. “kiss me before you go?”

“why don’t you come with me? besides, you’re the one with the gun.” leon chuckles as he takes your hand, letting you pull him to his feet. “just watch the shoulder. and neck.”

“of course,” he nods. “now come on. let’s go find the lab.”

the hallways feel as never ending as ever as you begin searching through them. miscellaneous pipes crawl all along the wall as you make your way through. leon sighs when you come to a dead end. the concrete stops off, leading back into the tunnels of the sewer. “guess the only way from here is down.”

“i guess so.” leon jumps down first, splashing into the water below. he grimaces as the disgusting smell and feeling of cold water spreading up the fabric of his pants.

he turns, holding his arms out to you. “come on. jump.”

you raise a questioning eyebrow at him. “jump? seriously?” 

“of course i’m serious,” he says. “i’ve got you.” 

with one final glance down at the water below you take a sharp breath and take the leap. leon catches you in a bridal hold easily; his arms supporting your weight under your knees and against your back. once the fear of falling wears off you wrap your arms around his shoulders, smiling at him. “thanks,” you whisper. 

leon simply shakes his head, leaning in to pull you into a quick kiss. “anytime.”

he carefully lowers you into the freezing water, taking your hand into his once again. the tunnels break off into two separate areas, each leading further into the maze. “well, left or right?”

“let’s go right. it looks more promising.” 

the tunnel leads back into yet another concrete staircase that finally leads into umbrella’s lab. you silently pocket a cassette tape from the ground as leon uses a spare part he found to bring part of an elevated walkway down. it moves smoothly as it lowers to where you are before clicking into place. 

it leads into yet another small room, this time somewhere within umbrella’s lab. files are scattered across the floor. a desk sits against a panel-covered wall. a small table sits in front of a lone chair. on the other side of the room is a thin metal railing that blocks you off from an area below that stretches along the entire wall. 

the sound of groaning echoing throughout the room catches your attention. you follow leon as you rush over to look over the railing, squinting to see into the darkness. just barely visible amidst a pile of rubble is a woman - ada. “we need to find a way down there.” 

“let’s make it quick,” leon agrees. 

a small brown table resting against a different wall catches your attention. an old tv sits beside a seemingly abandoned vcr. “hey,” you whisper, gesturing to the tv. you insert the cassette into its opening before pressing play. 

the tv immediately lights up with static for a few seconds before the video plays. the camera shows the tilted view of an opened briefcase as a man pleads in the background. it glitches even more as you watch his hand come into frame, reaching for the briefcase before someone steps in and kicks it away from him. “please… stop,” the man recording whispers.

“over here, you freak!” a different voice screams. the standing man leans down to grab the briefcase, knocking its contents onto the floor before something pushes him against the wall. you barely recognize it as one of the zombies through the grainy recording. “don’t hurt him… don’t hurt him!” the first man pleads. you squeeze your eyes shut when the zombie effortlessly kills the pinned man. the camera tilts as a small rat comes into frame before the zombie’s foot comes into view and the cassette ends with even more static and a click.

“the virus,” leon begins. “i’ll bet those rats spread it.” 

“let’s worry about helping ada for now.” he hums in acknowledgement as you continue searching through the lab. 

the first room leads into another dull, similarly sized room. it’s just as messy as the first, though there’s no equipment inside. a bulletin board hangs on the wall, coated in different flyers and reminders for staff meetings, passive-aggressive complaints, and messily scribbled notes for various different experiments jotted on post-it notes. 

“y/n,” leon calls, pulling your attention away from the wall. you silently follow after him as you make your way to yet another moving walkway. the metal creaks loudly as it lowers down before finally clicking into place. 

you jog across the platform until you reach a cable car entry. the machine beeps with denial as an automated message plays. “id wristband required for cable car entry.” 

“where the hell are we gonna get one of those?” leon mumbles.

“we could always… steal one.”

he stifles a chuckle as he turns to look at you. “you’re gonna steal in front of a cop?”

“that depends,” you step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “are you gonna arrest me?”

leon smiles as he leans in to pull you into a quick kiss. “not if you keep kissing me like that.”

“let’s go break the law, then.” you chuckle as you pull away, tugging leon behind you as you walk back down the steps.

the inside of the lab doesn’t feel any less winding and endless than the sewer tunnels. thin metal railings block off various areas as you continue on. 

a metal door slams shut behind you as you enter yet another room. various papers and broken glass crinkle underneath your feet as you step closer to look around. what would normally be just another part of your routine process quickly changes when sparks ignite from something nearby, lighting a fire on the ground below. you cover your face with your hands as the flames burn brightly, threatening you if you dare to get too close. you freeze when the ceiling above you shakes. pieces of the drywall begin to crumble, raining down on you. “y/n,” leon whispers. his hand reaches to grab his gun almost instinctively. “run!”

you flinch when something breaks through the ceiling. a claw glimmers in the light of the flames. it effortlessly tears through the drywall, piercing another hole downwards. 

“leon!” you yell. he grunts when the flames grow, ducking down to avoid yet another attack from the monster above. you force your way through the smoke to reach out and grab leon’s arm, pulling him with you out of the room and towards safety. 

your lungs burn and your legs ache as you force yourself to keep running. the monster slashes at the metal railings behind you, though you don’t dare to turn around. “it’s still alive?” leon yells. you flinch when a particularly close swipe from its claws nearly hits you. 

the hallways eventually lead to a large, orange storage container. you’re quick to jump down onto the lower platform, ignoring the way the metal rattles underneath your feet. a big metal controller catches your attention. random pipes and wires are connected to the back, leading to yet another cable car. it’s controlled by two big buttons on either side of a few miscellaneous smaller ones in between. 

leon pushes down on the left button, bringing the machinery to life. the monster chasing you snarls, undeterred by leon’s bullets or the container slowly swinging out of the way. the same singular eyeball you saw on the other monsters blinks open on the zombie’s shoulder blade. 

“y/n, the button!” leon yells over the gunfire. the zombie lets out a high pitched squeal of pain when he lands another shot directly into it’s eyeball. you’re quick to rush over, pushing down on the second button. it lights up a bright green as more machinery starts moving. 

“leon!” you yell, reaching over to pull him back away from the metal container slamming into the zombie’s side. it’s claw scrapes against the metal grate you’re standing on in an attempt to hold on. leon rushes to your side, tugging you back behind him as the container finally knocks it off of the edge. 

it hits the ground below with a loud crack that echoes for a few seconds afterwards. after a few seconds of silence, you let out a small sigh of relief. “are you okay?” leon asks. 

you glance over the edge into the darkness. slowly, the adrenaline coursing through your veins relaxes, leaving a horrible fear in its place. it spreads across your chest, holding your lungs hostage. “i’m fine.”

“no you’re not.” leon steps closer to place a gentle hand against your cheek. “hey,” he whispers, tilting your face so you’re looking at him. you long for the way everything about him feels so confident. strong. fearless. 

“breathe, y/n,” he whispers. you nod, slowly forcing the air into your lungs at a steady rate. you do your best to follow leon’s exaggerated demonstration until the sinking feeling goes away. there are no monsters hiding in the dark. it’s just you and leon. 

he pulls you into a hug, letting you lean your body weight against him. he presses a kiss against your forehead, rubbing a gentle hand against your back. you let yourself fall into a comfortable silence just until your hands stop trembling and your heart rate returns back to a steady beating. 

“thank you,” you whisper, finally pulling away. 

leon simply shakes his head, reaching over to grab your hand once again. “ready to go?” 

“yeah,” you nod. 

you step over the destruction left in the zombie’s wake, making your way to yet another metal door. it unlocks with a small click before opening into another larger room. a large lever is flipped upwards next to a giant sliding door. you walk over, flipping it down so the light shines a bright green instead of the previous red. 

you slip underneath the metal, finding yourself in what looks like a trash chute. “ada?” you call out as you begin to search through the rubble.

“over here!” you quickly run in the direction of the sound. you find her sitting on the ground with a piece of metal lodged in the center of her thigh. you kneel down beside her, hands ghosting against her thigh. “i can’t get it out,” she sighs.

“it’s not in too deep and it didn’t hit the bone,” you mumble. “you won’t be able to run or fight on it but you should be okay.” 

ada’s eyes remain fixated on the metal as you hesitantly wrap your hand around it. “y/n,” she smiles softly when you look up to meet her gaze. “just do it. i’ll be fine.”

“okay,” you whisper. “try to relax. it’ll hurt less.” ada nods, looking away when you gently hold her leg in place with your hand before pulling the metal out in one smooth movement. she winces before letting out a small sigh as she relaxes. you toss the metal aside as leon reaches into his pocket. 

“here,” he says, reaching over and pressing a bandage against the bleeding wound. your hands are gentle as you wrap it around her leg a few times before holding a hand out to help her up. “you did great. get someone to prescribe you some antibiotics as soon as we get out of here.”

“thanks y/n,” she whispers. “you should go. both of you.”

leon furrows his eyebrows before shaking his head. “i’m not leaving you. not like this.”

“you don’t understand. the situation is worse than i thought. we might not make it out of here.”

you give a slight nod of confirmation when leon glances at you before you turn back to ada. “you’re not getting rid of us that easily.”

she scoffs but relents, pushing off of the wall. her first few steps are unsteady but you resist the urge to reach out and help her, simply following her lead instead. “let’s go then. we have to get to the nest.”

“nest?”

“umbrella’s lab. right beneath us. annette let it slip. that’s where the virus samples are.” ada glances at leon before turning back to you. “you’re sure you’re up for this?”

“we’ve made it this far,” you dryly chuckle. “no turning back now.”

“come on. we’ve got work to do.” leon’s hand slips back into yours as you follow ada up a flight of stairs. “the cable car will take us down to nest. this wristband’s our ticket to ride.”

true to her word, you follow the path up directly to a small, white cable car. ada sits down on the uncomfortable metal seat at the edge of the car as leon pushes a few buttons on the control panel. it jolts slightly when it begins moving as an automated message begins playing through the speakers. “this train is designated for nest. do not exit until you have reached the final destination.”

“i was thinking, i’m glad you’ve been investigating this,” leon says as he begins pacing around the moving car. “i can’t wait for the fbi to raid umbrella’s headquarters and bring those bastards to justice.”

“i agree, but, to be clear, you’re not working on official capacity here. this is a federal case. once we get the g-virus i’ll be back on my own.” ada sighs. “look, i’m a liability now. the only way i’ll be able to finish this case is with your help. both of you.” she pauses to slip the bracelet off of her wrist before wrapping it around yours. “here. you’ll need this.”

leon gives you a slight nod when you turn back to glance at him. “okay.” his hand slips back into yours before you pause, turning back to ada. “stay safe.”

she stifles a chuckle before nodding. “you too.”

the cable car exits off into yet another hallway. you step off onto a platform in between two flights of stairs. the only visible lighting comes from small led lights installed in the floor along the path. a giant umbrella logo is on the wall beside the car.

“are you ready for this?” leon asks. 

“yeah,” you squeeze his hand. “let’s go.” 

the stairs lead to yet another door; this one blocked off by a scanner in the middle. a blue screen in the center is marked with a single line that matches the bracelet on your wrist. it chimes with a small confirmation when you approach. a banner reading “access granted” lights up across the screen as an automated message plays: “for your safety, stand clear until the doors are fully open.”

it slides upwards, just slightly ahead of another door behind it to reveal what looks like the reception area of umbrella’s lab. the light above flickers as soon as you enter. the same umbrella logo is on the wall behind a curved reception desk lit up with strips of led lights and complete with a fake plant on the edge. “welcome to nest,” the same automated message plays. “enjoy your visit.”

you push a metal door open before hanging back just enough to let leon use his flashlight to lead the way. boxes are stacked up against one of the walls. blood smeared against another wall catches your attention. a messy handprint stains the white metal, complete with a pool of blood on the floor. it slowly descends down the wall until stopping completely. 

an uncomfortable feeling of dread begins to nestle itself in your chest, though you’re quick to push it down. you turn into another smaller room. it’s filled with what looks like the remains of an office. a table has been flipped over, leaning against a nearby wall. blood coats the floor just in front of two bodies. 

leon glances back at you, watching as you silently slip out of the room. you lean back against the wall as the snarls of zombies are swiftly cut off by gunshots. 

“y/n,” leon calls. when you reenter the room even more blood and bodies cover the floor. you swallow the bile in your throat down as he gestures to a corner of the room. the only thing visible in the darkness is a fake plant in the shadows. “there’s a ladder over there.”

“do you want to climb up first or should i?”

leon glances up into the darkness for a few seconds before letting out a small sigh. “i’ll go. do you mind holding the light up?”

“yeah, of course.” the flashlight feels heavy in your hand when you take it. it’s bright enough that you can see splotches of water damage on the ceiling above. 

leon pauses for a second once he reaches the top - waiting for something to jump out at him that doesn’t come. once he’s determined that the coast is clear, he leans over to look at you. “it’s clear,” he calls down. “be careful. it’s a little tight up here.” 

“okay,” you whisper to yourself. the metal is cold against your hands; clanking against the wall it’s attached to with each movement. 

the ladder leads up to a vent. cables covered in a thick layer of dust surround you. it’s stuffy and claustrophobic as you shift onto your knees. the metal grates that make up the floor dig into the exposed skin of your hands. your knees ache. each rustle of clothing and every movement echoes throughout the vents as you crawl through. 

the vents lead into yet another hidden part of the lab. leon jumps down first, setting the flashlight down before he reaches his hands out to you. “i’ve got you,” he smiles. 

you stifle a small laugh as you maneuver your body before jumping down. leon’s hands ghost against your waist as you reach out to steady yourself against his shoulders. “thanks,” you whisper. he simply nods with a small hum. 

the room is a small kitchen. an unclean stove rests against the wall complete with a freezer next to it. leon takes the flashlight once again, raising his gun as you slowly begin searching through the rest of the lab. it illuminates another smear of blood against yet another curved wall. he effortlessly shoots down another zombie in your path before you continue on. 

the hallway splits off into two different paths: an area restricted to people with level two clearance and an area with level one clearance. the door slides open as soon as you approach. there are a few panels on the walls with exposed wiring. leon walks over to check one while you gravitate towards a window near the side. a small, glowing chip is stuck between two of the destroyed blinds. 

you hold it in your fingers, flipping it to check it over. it’s thin - only a few millimeters in size. you tug the bracelet off of your wrist, removing the blue chip and replacing it with the new green one. it slips into the band of your bracelet with a small click. “you find something?” leon asks. 

“i think i just got us area two clearance.” you flip your hand out to show him, exposing the glowing microchip. 

“nice job,” he smiles, leaning over to press a quick kiss against your cheek. “there’s an area two door back there. we should be able to get in with this.”

the area two door slides open with the same small hiss as soon as you approach. it leads into yet another set of hallways, each blocked off with its own set of doors. you circle back around through the winding hallways until you reach the reception area once again. the lights flicker on when you enter and the same automated message plays. 

“okay,” leon sighs, pushing open yet another door. “i wonder where the g-virus is.”

“if i was hiding a super secret virus that turns people into indestructible zombies i would put it somewhere confidential. you know, behind one of those doors deep in the facility.”

“you’re probably right,” he hums. you exit the reception area back into the central area of the lab. you step up onto a small platform. a machine is at the edge, shining with a small, green led screen that reads area two. leon steps back as you reach your hand out to press the button. it emits a low whir as it begins moving; a platform rises up to meet where you’re standing. 

leon kneels down beside a corpse laying against the railing. he’s sitting in a pool of blood wearing what looks like a military uniform. he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small voice recording. “y/n,” he calls. you lean back against the railing as he clicks play letting a grainy recording play. 

a man’s voice is the first to come through. “alpha to ghost. target moving to the west area. must be going to retrieve the g-virus and arrival agent.”

“this is ghost. understood. rendezvous at point w-3.” the second man’s voice is deeper and raspier than the first man’s. 

“roger.”

there’s a small lull before their voices come through again. “this is alpha. arrived at destination.”

“understood. stand by for target.”

the recording skips for a second before continuing. “this is alpha. got eyes on the target. he’s going to open the safe.”

“roger. awaiting the signal.”

“got eyes on the g-virus.”

“we’re going in…”

the tape becomes even grainier for a few seconds. something rustles in the background before someone speaks again. “doctor birkin, you’ll come along with us quietly.”

it skips once before it ends with a small click. leon pockets the device quickly before glancing back at you. “the g-virus is in the west area… got it.” 

you jog across the raised platform until you reach a structure in the center. it almost looks like an elevator. white led lights surround you to just barely illuminate the area around you. the same id reader stands in front of it shining a light magenta. 

“access restricted,” the monitor beeps when you approach. a red banner spreads across the screen with the same message. the center area leads to a few set of stairs leading up to another elevated platform. you press the button, spurring the machines to life once again. 

it leads to yet another area of the lab. rubble blocks off a portion of the hallway, forcing you to go left. a thick blue line on the floor guides you through the various parts of the building. 

another door slides open to another reception-like area. various bottles and papers lay sprawled across counters and cover the floor. a lab coat lays haphazardly thrown on a chair beside a computer. 

you venture even farther, passing by yet another sliding door. a giant plant and the overwhelming smell of flowers greets you immediately. vines coat the inside of a room hidden behind a thick, glass panel. bile raises in your throat when you approach. a man’s corpse is wedged in the middle of it. he’s wearing a yellow hazmat suit - likely to protect himself from whatever resides inside of the room. 

“jesus… what happened here?” leon whispers. his question goes unanswered as you continue searching through the lab. the door slides open with a small hiss. fog seeps out as you hesitantly follow him inside. vines coat the ceilings and crawl up on the wall. 

you duck underneath a body hanging from the ceiling. thick ropes of thorns stretch across it’s body like veins. it almost doesn’t look human - not anymore. 

an empty metal shelf rests back against the wall. you resist the urge to sneeze, pushing another set of vines out of the way. you freeze when a low clicking sound echoes from the hallway. leon is quick to raise his gun, aiming into the fog. a creature stumbles out of the darkness, screeching when leon fires a few shots into its body. 

leon keeps his gun trained on it for a few seconds as it collapses to the ground in a heap. he nods when you hesitantly approach, watching as the creature remains motionless on the floor. you’re quick to walk past it, entering yet another room. 

the door slams shut behind you as soon as you do with finality. you’re almost grateful for the way the sound echoes. the room appears to be another observation area in between the glass. screens are illuminated on the wall full of various diagrams and blueprints. a desk sits in front of the glass looking into the area. computers and a few chairs sit beside it. various papers are scattered across it, decorating the area. 

a machine stands beside the desk with a small led screen and a button in the middle. leon pushes down on it, causing an automated message to play. the lights turn on to illuminate the various thorns and plants in front of the panel. “dispensing solution now,” the message says. 

the machine clicks as a small vial is pushed out. the liquid inside is an orangey copper color. it moves fluidly when you turn it in your hands. “maybe you should hold onto this,” leon says, handing it over. 

“are you sure? you have more pockets than i do.”

“i also get kicked around more than you do,” he chuckles. 

you playfully roll your eyes as you take the vial before pocketing it. a different door leads into the second area filled with thorns and overgrown plants. a small pathway is partly illuminated by another set of led lights. another creature springs to life with the same clicks. its body collapses against the floor as it jumps down in front of you before it stands upright. leon is quick to shoot it down. the bullets pierce its chest a few times, causing an orange mist to emit from where it gets hit. it dies with a screech, falling motionless to the ground. 

you force your way through another door. it opens into another lab area. the desk is covered with a variety of paperwork and various different chemicals. a machine in the corner catches your attention. it has three small tubes connected to a larger machine. three buttons are at the bottom - green, red, and blue. right next to the first machine is a small opening where you insert the vial. 

the machine accepts it with a small click before whirring to life. the first button lights up as it begins working. “manual mode engaged,” an automated message plays as it begins to scan the vial. it flips after a few seconds. the button blinks before the liquid drains, mixing with something else within the machine. leon takes the new cartridge when it’s pushed back out of the same opening in a different container before handing it back to you. 

“that was… surprisingly simple.” leon chuckles as you pocket the vial, following him out of the lab. 

“it doesn’t look like there’s anything else in here,” leon sighs. “except monsters.”

“the last time i see one of these things will be too soon,” you whisper, following him back out of the room. 

you retrace your steps back out until you find yourself in the lab’s winding hallways once again. the same thick blue line on the floor leads you throughout the facility until you find a set of lockers. abandoned phone chargers, binders filled with notes, and forgotten water bottles are left until you find a signal modulator. it’s a handheld device with two buttons on the side, four different diagrams on the front, and various antennas at the top. “looks useful,” leon quips. you hum, handing it over to him to take. 

you continue through the winding hallways together in a comfortable silence. leon occasionally glances over his shoulder to check that you’re still following him. an unfamiliar feeling of butterflies swarms in your stomach each time his eyes meet yours or he lets his hand brush against your own. it’s too dangerous for him to risk being unarmed - you both know that - but a selfish part of you wishes that you could hold reach over and grab his hand like you did in the precinct. 

“hey,” you tug leon back to your side before he can walk down another hallway. he shines his flashlight towards you before you tilt it down to face a panel in the wall. 

“nice catch,” he smiles. he hands you the signal modulator as you slip it into the empty space. it whines as you turn the knobs to adjust the signal until it clicks into place, confirmed with a small beep.

“man, this place is a maze,” leon murmurs. 

you hum in agreement as you turn to go down a different hallway. you force yet another door open, shivering when a rush of cold air greets you. a white fog blows throughout the room; a result of the subzero temperatures, you suppose. “who left the freezer open?” leon remarks as the door slams shut behind you. you rub your hands against your exposed forearms in a poor attempt to maintain at least some of your body heat as you explore.

a large machine sits in the center of the room. windows allow you to see into a machine. there’s a small cylindrical opening at the bottom of the machine next to a small led screen that reads “standing by.” you pull out the vial, slowly inserting it into the opening. it accepts it with a click as the machine whirs to life. the arm moves down to grab the cartridge, moving it into one of the various containers within the machine. “cooling sequence in progress,” a message plays. 

a small gust of white fog is blown out after a few seconds before the machine’s arm reaches down to return the cartridge through the first opening. the orange liquid has turned blue when you pull the vial out once again. it feels cool to the touch. “think we’re almost done here?” 

“hopefully,” you sigh as you pocket it. “i can’t wait to get out of here.”

“let’s go then,” leon chuckles. 

after what feels like hours of wandering around the lab, you finally make your way back to the greenhouse area. you insert the cartridge into yet another machine, watching as it disappears before a small mist blows over the plants. the once shriveled up leaves spring back to life almost instantaneously.

beside you, the man’s corpse is knocked against the glass. you kneel down to pick up the small, purple chip as it falls to the ground, quickly inserting it into your id wristband. “looks like that did the trick,” leon says. 

the lights remain on as you follow him into the area. most of the hanging vines have pulled back, exposing more of the path and railways in front of you. “warning: you have dispensed a dangerous solution without authorization. your actions have been logged and you may be subject to disciplinary measures.” 

the message goes ignored as you circle back through the lab once again until you make your way back to the large platform in the center.

you step up to the button, pressing on the “area three” button. the machine whirs to life, raising up to meet your feet before clicking into place. “hopefully the g-virus sample’s up here…” leon sighs. you follow him as you jog across the platform to another sliding door. he kneels down to grab another cassette tape off the ground. he pockets it quickly before you continue on.

“there’s another panel over there.”

“here,” leon says, passing you the signal modulator. 

“thanks,” you whisper. it slides into place against the wall before you turn the knobs a few times, adjusting them until the signal lines up perfectly. it clicks for a second before the lights flicker on above you. a vcr sits on a table nearby, coated in a thick layer of dust. leon pulls out the tape, sliding it into place quickly. 

the monitor beside it glitches as it springs to life. the grainy footage shows a doctor frantically searching through a few cabinets before a man’s voice comes plays. “got eyes on the g-virus.”

the footage glitches once again, this time showing a top-down view from a vent above. the man’s arms come into frame as he pushes the vent out of the way before jumping down onto the ground below. the doctor flinches, grabbing the briefcase in his hands and hiding it behind his chest. “doctor birkin, place your hands on your head and get on your knees!”

“you think i didn’t know you were coming?” doctor birkin scoffs. “this is my life’s work!”

“we have our orders, doctor birkin. i’ll ask you one more time…” 

another man comes into frame before multiple gunshots ring out. “stop!” a man yells. doctor birkin falls to the ground - umoving. blood seeps through his lab coat and pools on the floor next to him. “hold your fire!” 

the chaos momentarily stops as another man kneels down to check his pulse. he curses under his breath before turning back to the men. “what the fuck were you thinking? our orders were to bring him in alive!” he sighs, raising a hand up to touch an earpiece. “we’re in, sir, but we had a bit of a… situation. target resisted; we had to take him out. … that’s correct, sir. … roger that. just the samples, then.” the man kneels down to grab the briefcase before turning back to the group. “let’s move!” the camera focuses on doctor birkin’s corpse for another few seconds before it comes to an end in another glitch. 

“so those were the g-virus samples?” 

“i guess so,” you sigh. 

the hallways loop back around to yet another restricted area. you run across the platform to a separate area. the doors hiss when you approach before sliding open. it leads into another runway illuminated by led lights on the floor. sitting on a pillar at the end of the runway is a small cartridge filled with the g-virus. “leon,” you call, gesturing to it. he steps up beside you before reaching over to grab it. it’s so small that it just barely fits in his hand. 

“huh. that was easy,” he quips. you stifle a chuckle as he quickly pockets it. “alright, now back to ada.”

“attention: unauthorized removal of a level 04 virus detected,” an automated message plays over the loudspeakers. “facility lockdown initiated. self-destruct sequence will begin when lockdown is complete.”

“we better get moving,” you murmur. 

“you don’t say,” leon chuckles. you just barely make it back across the platform when the ceiling cracks from above you. rubble begins to crumble down before a monster jumps down. it’s claws scrape against the platform as it stands. 

“you again,” he says, raising his gun. you jump when the doors behind you open up. 

annette pushes past you before shoving leon out of the way. “move! he’s mine,” she says. she raises a gun before shooting at the monster. it howls in pain when a spray of liquid nitrogen hits it. “this has to end,” annette whispers.“what the hell is going on?” leon yells over the chaos. 

“sorry, william,” annette sighs. “you left me no choice.” she shoots the monster once again, hitting it directly in the face. its body writhes for a second before it collapses onto the ground, unmoving.

leon gestures for you to stay back before slowly approaching it. he kneels down next to it beside annette. “you called this thing ‘william.’ why?”

she shakes her head, still focused on the beast in front of you. “it shouldn’t have been like this…” she whispers. “it’s umbrella’s fault - this whole mess.”

“you’re umbrella too,” leon’s eyebrows furrow as he stands up. “you’re telling me you weren’t involved in this?”

“yes…” annette sighs. “but we never meant for this to happen!” 

“tell me everything - right from the start,” leon demands. 

annette takes a shaky breath before she begins. “i found william on the ground. he had been shot. he had a sample of the virus in his hands. he said they ‘wouldn’t get away that easily’ before he…” she looks away, squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds. “he infected himself with the virus.”

“so you made this monster?”

“we made the g-virus, but we never intended to-”

“you can spell it any way you want. you’re still responsible.”

the monster’s body twitches for a second before an eye emerges and starts blinking. “leon!” you yell. “it’s moving!” 

you both flinch when it springs back to life, grabbing annette with its claw. she struggles in its grasp as it effortlessly lifts her body before throwing her at a nearby wall. her back slams into it first before she collapses against the floor in a heap. 

you rush to her aid as the monster stands up again. it slashes in leon’s direction, claw scraping against the metal. “leon, watch out!” he ducks just in time to avoid another attack from the monster as annette scrambles to her feet. she pushes down on a button making the room light up with flashing red lights. a siren blares through the loudspeakers. 

“what are you doing?” leon yells over the noise. 

“we can’t let him get away!” 

he jumps over the edge of another moving platform to jump down back onto steady ground. “alright,” he whispers. “let’s end this here.” 

“class a breach detected,” an automated message plays over the siren. “lab quarantined until target is neutralized.”

you watch anxiously from above as the sound of gunshots mixes with the clash of the monster’s claws against metal. sparks ignite with each slash against metal wiring. leon grunts as he avoids yet another attack, leading the monster away from where you’re standing on the balcony above. he grabs a grenade from his waistband, pulling the pin out before throwing it at the monster. your ears ring when it explodes. more rubble crumbles down from above as the lab around you continues to fall. you let out a small sigh of relief when the beast finally collapses against the ground - dead. 

“target has been neutralized,” the message plays. “ending quarantine.” 

“leon?”

“i’m okay!” he yells. “stay put. i’ll be right there!”

a service lift clicks into place before leon rushes to your side. annette’s breathing is shaky and blood stains her shirt. “jesus, that looks bad,” he whispers, kneeling down beside you. 

“feels worse, believe me,: she heaves.

“look, about what you said… i don’t know how much i believe it, but i’m willing to-”

“just tell me you’ll destroy damn g-virus sample,” annette rasps. 

“no, it’s evidence. it’s going to the fbi.”

“you trust that bitch?” she bitterly laughs. 

leon pulls away, furrowing his eyebrows. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“she’s not fbi. she’s a mercenary. she’s gonna sell it - the g-virus is going to the highest bidder.”

“that’s bullshit,” leon says as he stands. you follow him, reaching over to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. he takes a breath before turning back to annette. 

“i hope you’re right,” she says, shifting to lay on her side. “but if the g-virus… gets into the wrong hands…” her words taper off as she collapses against the floor. you kneel down beside her, reaching over to place two fingers against her wrist. you can feel the beating slow to an eventual stop before her body relaxes. 

you glance back up at leon, shaking your head. he lets out a small sigh as you reach over to close annette’s eyes before you stand up to rejoin his side. you can see some of the tension relaxing from his shoulders when you reach over to grab his hand, intertwining your fingers together. 

“come on,” you whisper. “let’s go.”

you both jump at the sudden sound of another automated message in place of the sirens. “attention: self destruct sequence initiated,” leon squeezes your hand as you both start running back through the lab. “use the central elevator to evacuate immediately to the bottom level train platform.”

you pass through various sliding doors out of “area three” until you find the central platform once again. you’re surprised to see ada limping her way towards one of the machines that controls how the runways move. “ada!” you call out. she presses a handheld device against it making it shift until a platform rises up, giving you a clear way to her. 

“i was just thinking about you,” leon says as you walk towards her. 

the ground beneath you shifts as the lab begins to shake. “that makes two of us. i was getting worried.”

“you know, we make a good team, but i need to ask you something.”

“this way’s clear. please, tell me you got it.”

“oh, i got it.”

“leon,” you whisper. the platform beneath your feet continues to vibrate beneath your feet. 

he waves you off, turning back to ada. “let me verify the g-virus sample and we’ll get the hell out of here.”

“before we do that… i ran into annette. she said you’re not fbi.”

ada sighs, glancing back at you for a second. “oh, leon…” you flinch back when she pulls out a pistol, aiming it at him. “why couldn’t you just hand over the sample?”

“ada, wait-”

“back up y/n!” she says, refocusing back on leon. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

“y/n, listen to her.” you don’t move, staring between the two people you’ve grown to trust more than you thought was possible over the course of a single night. leon turns back to ada, pulling out his own gun. “i realized, as much as i wanted to trust you… i didn’t.”

“i really hoped it wouldn’t end up like this.”

“so that’s all this was… we were just pawns to you?”

ada scoffs, cocking her head. “i’m just doing my job.”

“and i’m doing mine, so drop that damn gun! i’m taking you in.” 

ada remains unfazed by his determination and the gun pointed at her chest. “hand over the sample, leon. i don’t want to hurt you.”

the runway you’re standing on shakes once again. it begins to fall apart beneath your feet, breaking away from where it’s attached to the platform. you stumble slightly under the unsteadiness. finally, leon lowers his gun. he drops his hands back to his sides as he sighs. “fine. then you shoot me, but i don’t think you can.”

“y/n!” you flinch when the ground beneath your feet fully collapses. 

“ada!” leon grabs your waist before you fully slide off the platform as you reach down to grab ada’s hand. you’re just barely able to catch her wrist, letting leon hold your body up. you watch as the sample falls; glass cartridge clinking against a metal railing as it tumbles down into the abyss below. 

“y/n…”  

“hold on… i’m not gonna let you go.”

“forget it,” ada says. 

“shut up! we’ve got you!” leon yells over the chaos. 

you tighten your grip around her hand when it starts to slip, willing yourself to hold on tighter. “it’s not worth it!” 

“don’t do this…” leon begs. 

ada glances down into the darkness below before turning back to you with a small smile. “take care of yourself. both of you.”

“no!” you scream when her hand slips out of yours; her body tumbling down into the void. 

you’re biting back tears as leon tugs you up away from the edge of the platform, forcing you to run with him towards more stable ground. his arm snakes around your waist as he pulls you along with him. “come on. we need to go.” 

you forcefully wipe your eyes as you scramble to your feet. you glance down into the dark one final time before you start running. alarms continue to blare around you. the sound rattles your bones and pushes you to go faster - push yourself harder. 

“nine minutes until detonation,” the announcement plays. you run into the elevator at the center of the platform just before the ground falls apart underneath your feet. the elevator hisses as it shuts around you, slowly beginning the descent. 

“i’m sorry,” leon whispers. you glance over at him as he squeezes your hand. “about ada.”

there are millions of thoughts swirling around in your head, though you can’t make sense of any of them. instead you refocus on the doors in front of you, watching as you slowly pass by the various different floors. “yeah,” you finally reply. “i am too.”

the elevator comes to a stop with a small jolt before the doors slide open. you run past a hallway filled with computers until something catches leon’s attention on one of the monitors. through the staticy footage you can just barely make out the figure of a woman. 

“claire?” he yells. “claire!”

“leon? you’re down here too?”

“yeah, but the whole place is coming down,” he pulls back to glance at the monitor. a giant warning signal flashes across it. “listen to me, you need to get out. fast!” 

“yeah, there’s a way out. we can make it. where are you now?”

“claire? are you still there?”

“leon?” the static increases and the audio begins cutting out. you anxiously glance back at the timer as leon leans in even closer. “hey, leon, you’re breaking up.”

“forget about me! just get out of here!” the only response comes in the form of static. “damn it,” he cusses to himself. 

“leon, come on,” you yell, tugging him through the hallway. an explosion goes off just as you exit the building, lighting the nearby area up in flames. you push your anxiety down as you run to the cable car. 

it feels like an excruciatingly slow descent until you finally make it back onto steady ground. leon shoots down a few stray creatures that lunge at you from the shadows as you maneuver through the back alleyways of umbrella’s lab. you jump when a large figure catches your attention; a man - the same man that attacked you in the police station’s parking garage. 

“is this a fucking joke?” leon yells. a rush of hot air greets you as you push yet another door open. various pipes and tanks are set on fire, burning behind metal railings. you bring your arms up to cover your face as you push your way through. another explosion blocks off the area you were running through before the same man jumps down behind you. the metal grate you’re standing on falters when another explosion lights before it knocks you down completely. 

you wince as your shoulder slams into the ground below. you’re quick to scramble to your feet before pulling leon up with you. “we need to keep moving!” you yell. he grunts as he forces himself up as you start running once again. you rush through another set of doors, going further into the alleyways. 

leon wraps his arms around you, pulling you down to the ground with him as a nearby fuel tank explodes. pieces of shrapnel go flying all around you. a beam falls down, causing even more flames to erupt nearby. you cough violently as the chaos settles down. “are you okay?” he asks, patting your shoulder. 

“yeah,” you rasp. “i’m fine.” 

your momentary bliss is broken when the ground underneath you begins shaking once again. “what the hell…” leon mutters. the giant emerges from the shadows - now shirtless but still intimidating as ever. “oh shit.” the man is unfazed by the flames ignited against his shoulder as he jumps down in front of you. “y/n, get out of here!” he yells. 

“i’m not leaving you!” you reply. his rebuttals are cut off by the man effortlessly tossing a metal beam in your direction. you’re quick to react; pulling leon out of the way to momentary safety. he gives you a small nod as a form of saying thanks before raising his gun. 

“alright, come on!” 

“six minutes until detonation,” the message plays. it’s just barely audible amidst the chaos. you jump out of the way when the man swings a clawed arm at you, doing your best to dodge his attacks. despite hitting him numerous times in areas that should be fatal, leon’s bullets don’t faze the man at all. it charges at you, using the flaming clawed arm to break a concrete wall apart. 

the man knocks another metal beam down, making even more of the ground crumble around you. an opened case sliding towards you catches your attention. a rocket launcher lays inside, neatly tucked inside two thick pieces of black styrofoam. “leon!” you yell, pushing it over to him. 

“nice,” he chuckles, reaching down to grab it. it sits heavily against his shoulder as he aims it towards the man, hitting him directly in the chest. you use your hands to block the explosion. you squeeze your eyes shut as your ears ring. you cough a few times as the smoke slowly clears. 

leon rushes over to your side once again, helping you up with a gentle arm around your waist to support your body against his. the lower half of the man’s body lays on the ground. blood pools on the floor around it. “are you okay?”

“never been better,” you quip. he simply rolls his eyes, tugging your arm over his shoulders to support you. the approaching sound of a train horn blowing is an unusually comforting sound. “let’s get the hell out of here.”

“yeah,” he nods. you run towards the train, jumping to catch onto one of the open carts before tugging leon up with you. you leave explosions and falling rubble behind as the train blows past into a tunnel, leading you far away from umbrella and it’s lab. 

leon glances back at the rubble before turning back to face you. he reaches over to pull you into a sweet kiss as you let out a small sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder. he intertwines his fingers with yours as you force yourself to stand despite your growing exhaustion. 

the door slides open as soon as you approach, exposing a different train cart. a tall, perky, brunette woman stands next to a young blonde girl. “leon,” she smiles as you approach. 

“claire.” your eyes flick to the girl as she smiles up at you. “who’s this?”

“oh, this is sherry,” claire smiles, wrapping her arm around the girl’s shoulders. “and…” 

“y/n,” you introduce. 

“i met him in the precinct,” leon explains. his arm snakes around your waist as you sit down against the wall, finally letting yourself relax. he coaxes you to lean against his chest, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “sleep,” he murmurs. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

-

true to his word, leon wakes you in the morning with a small kiss pressed against your forehead and a gentle hand stroking against your cheek. “morning sunshine,” he smiles when your eyes flutter open. you groan as you stretch your sore joints before dramatically collapsing against the floor. 

“come on,” leon chuckles. “get up. the train stopped moving a few hours after you fell asleep. we need to get moving.” 

“fine,” you sigh, letting him pull you to your feet. you brush the dirt off of your jeans as you meet back up with claire and sherry. 

“ready?” she smiles. 

“yeah,” leon nods. “let’s go.”

the summer heat glares down at you as you start to trudge through the desert. leon reaches over to grab your hand into his - a habit you’ve both seemed to pick up - before you intertwine your fingers together. “so…” sherry begins as she breaks the silence. she glances from claire to leon before continuing. “are you guys, like, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“no,” claire chuckles as leon’s face flushes a light pink. “we actually just met last night.”

“oh. well then, what about you two?” she asks, looking over at you and leon. 

you glance from down at her to up at him, stifling a chuckle. “yeah,” he smiles. “we’re dating.” you look away, doing your best to ignore the way butterflies immediately swarm in your stomach. 

leon squeezes your hand as he stifles a laugh of his own before sherry gasps. she points at something approaching ahead, just barely visible in the distance. “look!” 

you pull sherry to the side of the road, standing beside her with claire. leon walks to the center, hand resting over his gun holster. the gentle roar of an engine slowly approaches. you watch as a semi truck drives by, completely ignoring you as it does. the tires blow dust up at you as it fades away into the distance. 

leon sighs as he walks back over to you. “well, he was friendly.”

“so… is it over?” claire asks. 

“i don’t know. but if it’s not, we’ll stop it. whatever it takes.”

“come on,” you smile, reaching over to grab sherry’s hand. claire laughs as sherry happily skips along between your arms as you slowly make your way out of raccoon city.

[aurorawritestoescape]

Wip Thursday

Thank you for the tags @janaispunk @kewwrites @corazondebeskar @romanarose @bonezone44 @milla-frenchy 💖💖💖💖💖💖

step one: post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

1. our new fic with @milla-frenchy 👯‍♀️

Javier's eyes were obsidian with lust and even the flashing lights over your heads couldn't push through their darkness. He looked at your lips and in the next moment he leaned in and kissed you, slowly and gently, as if he was luring you in. The moment his tongue tasted yours, you moaned and felt your cheeks heat up at your involuntary display of desire. You pulled away and turned your face away from him, trying to calm down, taking deep breaths.

Suddenly his big hands on your hips turned you around. Everything swayed in front of your eyes as the alcohol from the cocktails started spreading in your blood and you had to grab his shoulders to keep yourself from falling. You felt his strong muscles under your palms and bit your lip.

"Shh, que pasó, cariño? We're having fun. It's just a kiss," he said as the warmth of his hands was seeping through your dress.

2. Surfer Joel x mermaid!reader 🖤🧜‍♀️

Only the pads of his fingers made the first contact, his touch gentle and timid. She was cold and the scales on her hips were hard. Getting bolder he placed his palm against her and glided his hand up to her stomach. He noticed that the smaller scales were softer. So he slid his nail under one and lifted it gently. The top of it was stuck and he pushed it up with more force. The scale came off. He saw a little bead of dark blue liquid at the spot where it had been attached to her. He touched it with his thumb, slowly brought it to his lips and licked it. It had a salty taste with a trace of metal.

Blood. It's her blood.

She's alive. She's real. She needs my help.

3. Javier Peña x f!reader x f!oc 💦🍆💦

"What if she changes her mind? What if you?" He asks you scratching his jaw with worry in his dark eyes. You're sure he's already hard and the anticipation of another hot night churns your belly.

"I won't. I really want it. And she’s excited too. The way she was always ogling you whenever you two met. Please." You reassure him, rolling your eyes.

He takes your hand and pulls you on his lap. His arms are holding you close. He kisses your neck and slides his hand under your dress. You part your thighs and he hums when his fingers graze your naked cunt.

"Got wet just thinking about it," Javi states as his palm engulfs your dripping pussy. You moan and he's already lifting you in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

4. Bad Blood pt 5

No snippet yet but you might expect Tommy making his daydreams come true, Angel's internal conflict and Joel's huge cock 🍆🍆❤️‍🔥

step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Pls vote, lovelies🙏💖

[blue-jisungs]

hi axe! hope you’re doing okay!

i was wondering, if you could recommend/assign one of your fics to each of your moots, which ones would you choose?

take care!

ONGOMTOMEHWOWNWKSJQKWKWKW IM WAS DOINT GOOD BUT NOW IM DOING BETTER BC ANON RHIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA WHAAAAT :((( TYSM ILY MWAH !!!!!!! i tried to do most of my moots but im so so sorry if u dont see urself here :(

@slytherinshua zanna zanzan.. you would be [6:27am] , so a huening kai timestamp! i know its short :( but its so soft and peacful, it kinda just has ur vibes?? the piano, kai himself, the sleepyness hehe.... and it was my first ever timestamp so if we wanna get philosophical,, it could also symbolise the fact i was ur 1st followed blog (ill never shut up abt this bye)

@l3visbby mother ud be......... leg day with changbin. im so biased but. but. its goofy, a lil suggestive but also the comfort of it just reminds me of u hehe

@planetkiimchi mattress testing with jisung!!! it was one of my first works w ji (so its also kinda cringey, i apologise) but its so sweet tbh, just like u hehe plus that sillyness hehehehe

@fairyhaos are we surprised i gave u a joshua fic? absolutely not. sunday morning... is so soft :") and the coffee shop au too <//3 its so joshu coded lets be real.... but kinda, so are you? all gentle and so so sweet... can be scary too but pffff rare occurence

@weird-bookworm lol kyky.... arguing about paying with bts!!! its one of the silliest things ive wrote lol so it fits ur tricky, gremlin-y personality heheheeh

@mirxzii okay i know its kinda boring since it was ur req... but its just so... you,, yknow? speaking your native language in their presence with seventeen because you love languages,, and the piece just has a special place in my heart (just like u)

@etherealyoungk again im so so biased w this one ... but! not yet, a hoshi imagine </3 its so sweet actually (pt2 too hehe), and and my first ever hoshi fic :( the mc is smart and reasonable (like u) wheres we also have a cute and lil drunk and very much whipped tiger...!!! hoshi is hoshing and thats so skye.

@ddeonudepressions them flirting with you at the game caterers2022 with enha!!! its silly goofy and filrty... like u............ also i miss u pls come home the kids miss u too

@malarign very much inspired by ur last message but LE(t's) GO with heeseung !!!!!!!!!!!! the playful vibes = you frfr!!! and its so so bf coded i think ud enjoy it!!!

@enluv sigh cocour me n ur love for father figures made me thnk ant this onme deeply so i eventually decided on old people activities with the one and only namjoon!! its my fav thing ive wrote for him, and its :( idk i had fun writing it and so do i when im talking to u teehee

@rubywonu okay this one is a lil,, more like comfort but ?? childish joy with nonu my beloved.... this fic has a special place in my heart (so do u teehee) but also,, i feel the vibes kinda fit u :")

@wheeboo rania.... rania rania rania......... i was thinking of giving u some angst (which i dont really have but lets ignore that) BUT then it clicked. soup&&confession with jeonghan! its a bit angsty,hurt2comfort, nursing, e2l.... whatt do u want more!!!! and also jeonghan himself reminds me of u ?? (mischievous but also somehow an angel pffff)

@wqnwoos okay listen i always feel amazed by hana's works so i can only recommend a fic thats good (i think) and that i actually like LMAO so that would be infinity w vamp!wonu :D its kinda dramatic lol but im proud of this one hehe

@hannieheartuu YLLI !!!! i wanted to recommend a chan fic bc, haha,, hes a maknae and u r younger than me aha,, ha,, and u also have the same vibes BUT. buut. theres a dk fic that i really love and its kinda silly but i feel like its not getting enough recognition LMAO so!! dokyeom junior the seventh teehee

@icyminghao noelle. u r getting one of my favs !!! zzz... with taehyun <3 itsSDFGHJDRFTGYHUHGFDS i love it. im so humble i know but its really great :D the soft sleepy vibes :(( i think ud like it!!

@txt-yaomi okay i kinda... struggled. but lemme explain my thought process: you remind me of yeonjun -> yeonjun is flirty -> no napkins (no problem). boom. amzaing, i know. its short but hes so...... sigh. i love him.

@eternalgyu hannie u remind me of niki so amongst my um library for this goofy guy ive chosen y/n's protection squad which is like one of the most chaotic things i wrote for him lol!! chaotic and mischievous ... like u >:)

[fleursbending]

hello junie! ❤️‍🔥 #69 what are your favorite fics at the moment?

hiya anonie ❤️‍🔥 !! OMGG YES IVE BEEN WAITINNN FOR THIS ONE ,, i was literally wanting to make my favourites of january / early feb so here goes nothing (gonna put them in categories) :

ˏˋ °•*⁀➷ junie's current fave avatar fics ! ˖⋆࿐໋₊

✿ mini series :

folklore ෆ jake sully. @theseuscmander

a literal masterpiece, esp as a swiftie myself! i can go and on about the angst, the yearning. the inner turmoil but honestly if you have yet to pls just go read it yourself !! ani is such an amazing writer.

empathy ෆ lo'ak sully. @mochi-yu

one of the first atwow pieces i read! has me in a chokehold and one of the things that inspired me to beginning writing for avatar in the first place! i love the dynamics here esp reader being kiri's twin sister.

si fpom ෆ jake sully. @fluloa

the desire !! the tension !! clenching my fists in agony already because i know the angst is going to dig deep into my chest. such a talented writer forreal. the character building too,, it's just all so lovely. alr said what i wanted in flo's inbox pls hfdds.

tìtunu ෆ tsu'tey. @hinataashoyos

never moving on from this, i'm staying right in this fic forever. speechless, breath taken away. writing is astounding, world building is so captivating like!! i've always appreciated tsu'tey but i'll be so real. this made me fall in lword with him! so good, how is this free?

✿ oneshots :

the hearts that bind us ෆ neteyam sully. @loaksky

in full bloom ෆ lo'ak sully. @loaksky

neng <33. i've already spoken so highly of these pieces, and i'll continue to do so. if you for whatever reason can only read two things today, let it be these! because, it is a rollercoaster of emotions. i wish i could experience reading these for the first time again!!

ao'nung is frustrated ෆ ao'nung. @neteyuck

one of the best ao'nung writers here in my personal opinion (it should be yours too js). i've reread this fic like 374340901 times and i'm not stopping anytime soon!! just pls witness the beauty that is juno's writing if you have yet to do so. there's jsust something so tangible abt it, does that make sense?? idk but <33.

just you and me ෆ lo'ak sully. @astrxq

one of the first lo'ak stories i read me thinks and i kept laughing at jakes looming presence just constantly jumping back in at the most random times. this piece is just so gentle and sweet, speaks to who lo'ak is under all the rebellious urges!!!

✿ drabble / prompts :

forest secrets ෆ lo'ak sully. @4xrina

the dialogue in this will forever remain in my soul,, nothing better than utterly lovesick boy lo'ak !! so precious forreal. flows so well, really painted a picture in my mind.

ෆ couldn't pick a specific one so everything @peacelovepandora has ever written. my safe space when the daddy issues whack me on the back of my head fr <33. just everything that op has put out literally brings me sm excitement and joy.

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

(I WILL UPDATE THIS TOMORROW,, i've done enough links for a life time !! so do not fret if you aren't here...you most likely will be soon lols but i'm zzz tired.)

[mrsjavierp]

Where You Belong?

Chapter 1 - Do you know who I am?

Javier Peña x latin! f! Reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the WHOLE fic): +18! angst, smut, cheating, past relationships, drug dealing, Narcos Universe, violence... Bad Spanish (sorry), English is my second language. Using "y/n" and "y/ln".

(If I forgot any warning, pls tell me!)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I need to thank my new friend @creedslove for the support here. Girl, thanks so much!

As I said before, that's my first fic that I ever post in my whole adult life. I couldn't resist Javier Peña breaking into my dreams. My mind is on fire!

Hope you all liked it!

Suggestions are always welcome!

**

Narrator's POV:

Lighting up his cigarette, Javier Peña looked through his bedroom window. It was just another hot night, just like the ones that passed or the ones coming. His latest bar conquest was laying down on his bed, sleeping peacefully.

A peace that was nowhere near familiar to him.

Javi closed his eyes, inhaling his cigarette. Tasting as it was the most delicious thing in his mouth at that time.

Even with this scalding heat, even the loud noises on the streets at ungodly hours, even the so-called "drug war" - that he was fighting on his country's behalf... When he thought about all the bad things going on, nothing compared to his own personal war that was waiting for him in Texas.

Yes, Colombia felt better than being at Rancho Peña with his wife and son.

That was really fucking painful, since Laredo once were his home.

His wife, Lorraine, that one who he almost left at the altar... If it weren't for his kid on her womb.

His son... Javier felt like he was the only good thing that came out of his marriage. His sweet little baby boy, gentle and loving, totally unlike his awful mother.

Javier inhales his cigarette for the last time, puts it out and lays down again.

The girl he brought home was still asleep quietly next to him, breathing lightly as a feather.

For a moment, as he looked at her, he felt so jealous: he envied her youth, her freedom, her possibilities...

War against Escobar wasn't even that bad when he thought about his war against Lorraine. He knew, once he stepped foot on Laredo again, his life would be really miserable.

Yes, Javier Peña preferred to live just like that: alone in Colombia, drinking too much whiskey, smoking too many cigarettes, fucking around with prostitutes and random women, sleeping 3 hours per night, seeing horrible things the men did to enemies...

Yes, he chose loneliness over his unhappy marriage.

Neither su mama or Chucho made him do it, but the way he was raised and his sense of responsibility tied him to Lorraine. Her family, as herself, loved to live by the so-called good costumes.

He hated their hypocrisy.

Tired, Javier finally lay down and tried to sleep, tried, one more time, stay away from his real life nightmares.

*

Steve snorted when he noticed Javier walking into the DEA office, clearly hangover, wearing a beige suit and his golden aviator sunglasses.

"Could at least clean up better, Peña. We've got a guest."

Frowning his forehead, he took off his glasses and asked: "DEA is bringing people from Miami again?"

"No, NYC. Y/LN is a huge name there, made a bunch of arrests, big ones, actually. Drug Lords... Does it ring a bell to you? The rumor is that Y/LN is going to help us end Escobar... Someone said that, with Y/LN in the house, we've got a better shot."

Javier snorted and said: "Let's see if this cabrón is actually good or not."

"Javi..." - Steve started.

"Spill, Murphy."

"Nevermind, Peña. Come on, all the others are waiting in the conference room already."

Steve knew better than to say, from the beginning, that Y/LN was, in fact, a woman. And she was exactly his type: the one who will not get involved with him nor their teammates, sex and work do not meet. Her fame was really well known in NYC and went to Colombia with Y/LN... And, hot as hell.

They walked to the conference room, with all the other DEA agents waiting for her.

"Who does this pendejo think that he is, making us wait? Where's this motherfucker?" - Javier thought.

A few minutes later, Javier observed that his colleagues were looking for their seats when a beautiful woman walked in. Although he didn't quite understand, he copied their moves.

Wearing a white button down shirt, a black tight skirt knees high, heels and her hair loose, she started her speech:

"Buenos dias, amigos." - her accent was crystal clear latin, just like his. Her red lips showed her pretty smile. - "I'm guessing that you're all asking yourselves why they sent me here. The answer is quite simple, actually: you didn't catch the motherfucker. I came here to make it faster and more effective. Don't expect me to sit behind my desk and read reports, I'm a field agent just like all of you. I don't like nor want secrets to be kept from me. Oh, by the way, I'm Y/N, but I'd rather be Y/LN. I came from NYC invited by the DEA and the Embassy. Got any questions?"

They looked at each other, in silence.

"Let's cut to the chase, then."

"Holyfuck..." - was the only thing going on Javier's mind.

Steve held it up, because he knew exactly what Javi was thinking.

*

"Let's go, Peña. We're all going to drink with our new boss. Stop being such an ass and hurry up. Word on the streets that she loves a good whiskey, just like you." - he teased.

Javier rolled his eyes, he knew he had to go, he had no other choice. He hated this mandatory get togethers... At least, he got a new card on his set: his gorgeous new boss.

Arriving at the bar next to their office, people went to their own groups. Once more, he looked at her, from a safe distance, admiring her.

Javier Peña wasn't a greedy man, he'd love to take his time, go with the flow. He was pretty confident that his boss was aware of his... Kind, per say, and he was counting on it.

He ordered 2 whiskies, neat.

Walking up to Y/LN, Murphy and Connie, with 2 whiskies in hand, he said:

"Bienvenida, jefe. Here, a welcome drink. Hope you enjoy it, I heard it's your favorite."

"Javier Peña..." - his name felt like music in her voice. - "Is that really your name, or do you use another one with your girls?" - She, Connie and Steve laugh their asses off. - "Sorry... I mean, informants." - She took the drink from his hand. - "Gracias, Peña. Salut!" - she had a sip.

Javier couldn't believe it.

"Nice taste, Peña... I mean, the drink, of course." - she looked at Connie and Steve, who shared a hug. - "To friendship as well, Connie, honey, you're so sweet... And Steve, you're not as bad. Can't say the same about where you get your inside info. What brings you here, to us?"

He stared at Steve, really pissed off. He was positive that joke had his signature.

Pretending not to hear half the things his boss said, he responded:

"About Connie, I agree. I still can't believe Murphy got married to such a nice gal." - Javier smiled. - "I just wanted to welcome you and wish you luck, jefe."

"I don't believe in luck, Agent Peña. I believe in facts... But thank you, you seem to mean well. If you all excuse me..." - and Y/N left to the restroom, leaving the empty glass on the way.

Javier was LIVID. That bitch... He never wanted to get Escobar so badly.

"Did I do something to her?" - Javier asked the couple.

Steve and Connie shared a look and a laugh. There was absolutely no reason for Javier's reaction towards Y/N.

"Javier Jesus Peña, have you ever been rejected?" - Connie asked. - "You haven't, have you?"

"That's not the point..."

"Congrats, Javi... She's your first." - Steve completed. - "And to make it even funnier, she's not going anywhere."

Javi didn't say anything more. He just looked around, trying to see if he could avoid going home alone.

*

As rare as it may seem, Javier chose to come home by himself. Connie and Steve had way too many drinks and, as a good friend, he helped his neighbors to arrive safely.

But, it meant that he was alone with his thoughts, and insisted on going back to Y/LN. To think about the way she talks, moves, dresses... So smart, so gorgeous, so sexy... But so far away, at the same time she was so close, just right next door.

"What the fuck is her problem with me?" - Javier whispered to him. He poured more whiskey to drink, as he remembered her red lips and wished... - "I can't think about her like that!"

He finished the drink in one big sip and lit a cigarette, trying, in vain, not to be with his dick hard.

But his brain had other plans... His brain, almost as a betrayal, kept recalling him about Y/N. He tried to go take a cold shower, but, again, in vain.

As he stood under cold water, his dick was still very much hard.

As he cursed himself and his stupid dick who couldn't see a pretty girl, his hand went to satisfy his needs.

His need for you.

He gave in to his darkest secrets and came on his fist, calling you.

*

Y/N's POV - 1st Person

As I walked home, I could only think about how stupid I was.

Why did I did such a thing?

"It was for the best, anyway..." - I said to myself, as I took off my clothes and sank into my tub. - "Hard, but smart. Play safe. Out of sight, out of mind..." - I continued to lie to myself.

As my hands spread the soap through my body, my mind kept bringing him back to me... His beige suit, his stupid cocky smile, his big hands...

"Oh, fuck... Why do I like Peña so much? Oh, yeah, he's handsome, smart, latin and oh, yeah, reminds me of my stupid cheating ex who loved a prostitute..." - I kept talking to myself, bitter.

"If i don't blow off some of this, I'm going nuts. So, let's do it."

And my hands touched myself until I came really hard to my new fantasy: ride Javier Peña as he called me "su jefe".

Next

[1800-fight-me]

Bloodthirsty

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Afab!Reader (No Y/N)

Rating: E (my blog is 18+ so minors please do not interact!!)

Warnings: oh god, so many, explicit descriptions of sex, rough sex, blood drinking during sex (i mean he’s a vampire- duh lol), reader cries during foreplay though consent is definitely given, please don’t read if any of this is triggering to you!! 

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s note: I’m so horny for this man it’s embarrassing and I read a couple of fics of Eddie coming back from the upside down as a vampire because of all of the bat bites and I am obsessed with that theory and could not get this idea out of my head I was like a woman possessed writing this.... pls don’t judge me I’m just going to post this and run lol

P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! Also! My taglist is always open- leave me a comment or an ask if you’d like to be added!

He came to you only at night, your Eddie. Well you supposed he wasn’t quite your Eddie anymore. He was different, changed. 

He was rougher, angrier, harder. 

Eddie has been through a lot in his life but he always bore it with a smile, a laugh, a joke. But, whatever he experienced in the upside down changed him. 

It was like he was becoming the thing people always said he was. 

Dark, scary, a monster. 

You still love him, desperately. 

He comes to you at night and you let him use your body as he wants, as he needs. 

There’s a moment when it’s over, when he holds you close, his hands turn gentle and his face nuzzles into your skin and you sigh in relief. It’s like it was before when he used to love you, hold you, cherish you. This twisted version of him still has you imprinted on his black heart, at least. 

You have him but you miss his laugh. 

You have him but only at night. 

You have him but you still miss him.  

He at least allows you to fall asleep in his arms and you cry in the morning when he’s gone. If it weren’t for the bruises on your body you wouldn’t even believe he was real, that he wasn’t a figment of your imagination. 

It’s been ongoing for weeks but no one believes you. They think you’re tortured with grief and nightmares. 

The first time he bit you, you cried. He murmured reassurances and patted your head as he gulped down your blood. 

Now, you let him without a fight. You gasp and writhe but only because he always has his fingers or cock inside you before he bites down. 

Sex with Eddie was usually rough, but the undercurrent of tenderness that used to be there was gone. 

And you enjoyed it, of course you did, it was Eddie- he always, always made you come but you missed when he used to kiss you softly and make love to you. 

You didn’t know what happened to him in the upside down, and you assumed he went back there after you fell asleep though he never told you. You didn’t know how he was alive or why he was changed but he was close enough to your Eddie, the love of your life, that your body- your mind- your soul couldn’t refuse him as he slipped in through your window night after night. 

Gone was the grinning boy who cracked jokes and comforted you and present was the the man- the monster- who fucked you until you cried while he growled and drank your blood. 

The bruises from his fingers stayed but where there should be an open wound on your neck there was always only a small scar- like an imprint of his teeth- left on your skin by morning. 

You brushed your fingers against the scar during the day as you missed him. 

“Sweetheart,” you heard and your eyes flitted open as you blinked and woke. 

You couldn’t stop the tears just as you knew you wouldn’t stop what was coming. 

You felt his hands on your face, your neck, down your body. He shifted you in your bed until he was satisfied with your position. 

“Eds,” you whimpered and he shushed you. 

“Gonna give you what you want,” he murmured as he moved down your body to settle between your legs. 

“No,” you whined and he looked up at you. 

The moonlight streaming through the window gave you enough to see the outline of his face and the otherworldly gleam of his eyes. 

“No?” he challenged and you grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to pull him up closer to your face. 

He was immovable, like hard stone. 

“I miss you, baby. Please,” you beg desperately. 

“I’m here,” he said, his voice gravely and harsh. 

“Kiss me, please, Eddie, just-can you just kiss me,” you practically cried. 

The only kisses you get from him now are harsh, teeth clashing and tongues fighting, the taste of your own blood in your mouth as he quiets his climax with his lips on yours. 

“I travel through hell every day for you,” he said quietly, his tone almost scary. 

You couldn’t stop the tears from dripping down your cheeks as guilt filled you. Here he was, having yanked himself from death’s grip for you and yet you were telling him you didn’t get enough. 

“I’m sorry,” you blubbered, “I love you.” 

He sighed and nodded. You tried to quiet your sniffles as your tears threatened to turn into sobs that he wouldn’t or couldn’t say it back to you anymore. 

This monster before you looked so much like your high school sweetheart and you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t help but give him what he wanted. 

“You-you can bite me wherever you want. Can you just kiss me first?” you said timidly. 

He licked his lips and nodded again and allowed you to tug himup. 

You sighed in relief as his body settled on top of yours, the weight of him comforting even if his body temperature was so much colder than it should be. 

He placed a large hand on the side of your face as you watched him with wide eyes. 

He dipped his chin down and you gasped as he licked the tears from your cheeks, one after the other. 

Your surprise stopped any more tears from falling as he pressed his soft plush lips to yours. 

You moaned as he kissed you with the gentleness you so craved. 

His hands moved to grip the sheets of the bed on either side of your head as you wrapped your fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss. 

You tried to keep the pace of the kiss slow but it was clear he was fighting against his new nature as he tried to give you the tenderness you wanted. 

You tentatively brushed your tongue against his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to yours with a groan. 

His hand moved to the headboard and it groaned under his newfound strength as he continued to hold himself back and allow you to lead the kiss. 

You kissed him and poured all your love into his mouth as your tongue danced with his and your lips moved against his. 

You pushed your luck for as long as you could and you wrapped your arms and legs around him as you continued to kiss him and felt some of the hurt in your heart heal. 

He pulled back with a growl and you knew your moment of tenderness was over and it was okay. It was okay, because your Eddie was in there. He was in there and he fought hard to show you the love and care you needed. 

He panted as he looked down at you, shining eyes full of hunger, self-control about to snap, and you nodded at him, giving him permission as you tilted your jaw up and bared your neck to him. 

He shook his head and moved back down your body and settled himself between your legs as he yanked your panties off. 

He alternated between licking your pussy and drinking blood from the inside of your thigh and when you cried out your release he shoved himself inside your blood soaked warmth. 

He pulled another release from you before he came with a snarl of, “You’re mine.” 

“M’yours Eddie. Always yours,” you agreed and he pulled out of you and wrapped you in his arms. 

You woke the next morning to blood stains and teeth marks, but you didn’t feel as empty anymore. 

You were sure now, your Eddie, the love of your life was still inside the monster he had become. You were determined to do everything in your power to pull out the good in him even if it meant giving the bloodthirsty monster everything he wants.  

Everything taglist:

@spideysimpossiblegirl @dinandgone @ohpedromypedro @littlemisspascal @tombraider42017 @kirsteng42 @just-here-for-the-moment

Eddie taglist:

@bunnywritesmarvel @crazycookiecrumbles​ @kindnonny23-2​ @kaqua​

[pinkcannibal]

Can you pls give us a small (or long, I won’t complain) list of small things you think reader finds attractive/sexy about Marilyn, and vice versa. Specific things like, the way reader doesn‘t kill spiders but instead tries to release them into the outdoors. Or the way she licks her lips whenever she’s trying to focus on an assignment. You get my drift? Also sidenote sorry, but which day do you think your new chap of your fic will be released? No pressure, just want to set a mental reminder for myself :)

oh this is actually so soft hi 😭 of course i can im vibrating at a frequency only dogs can hear at this ask do u know what you've done to my brain with this. (and new chapter will be out today! probably around 6pm EST. like im finishing it and editing it now as we speak but wont be able to upload til later in the day <3)

marilyn

- reader loves when marilyn rolls her sleeves up while teaching. like it's such a simple, attractive quirk but she swoons watching marilyn gesture with her hands when she gets really into a topic during class

- same w her glasses fixing quirk. reader finds it so cute and charming <33 esp when she's gardening and they fall down her nose and she has to use her wrist to push them up bc of her gloves

- she adores that marilyn genuinely says goodmorning to her plants. and means it. like this milf waters them in the morning and not as a joke greets them like friends 😭

- finds it so hot when marilyn strap packs. like sorry i haven't added that to my fic yet but trust reader is indeed a slut for it to insane degrees

- reader loves how gentle marilyn is w like. everything. yes she's very dominant and controlling! but also she greets every stray cat on the street and says "oooh big stretch" and reader is like. heart eyes at it. and marilyn genuinely cares for her students and their education and gets so upset if a student of hers is failing or finding the workload hard (esppppp w readers education ofc like its so important to her) and that trait of marilyns is so attractive to reader

- reader lovessss marilyns laugh lines and hands. she is OBSESSED w marilyns hands like she finds them so pretty and attractive how veiny they are, and marilyn used to be self concious abt it but ever since reader first sighed wistfully "i love ur hands sm" marilyns learnt to love them more <3

- if reader thinks abt marilyns muscles for more than 3 seconds she'll fall to her knees. like girl get up!!! but she loves biting them softly during sex and feeling marilyns biceps flex while holding her. who knew this short plant teacher was so jacked. (reader didn't and she's so weak for it now)

reader

- like u said in ur ask its real to me marilyn will literally get so distracted in class if reader bites her lip in concentration while working. sometimes nibbling on the tip of her pen and frowning adorably. marilyn lovessss it

- reader is so attentive and eager to learn abt what plants/potions marilyn makes even if its just them in her dorm. like reader takes notes Seriously as marilyn explains what she's doing and her genuine interest has this woman extremely heart eyes

- reader in a skirt does in fact make marilyn thornhill.exe stop working and I'll die on this hill

- loves that reader can't go to bed or fall asleep without saying "goodnight, I love you" like one time she forgot and woke marilyn up at 3am panicked like "oh god i didn't say i love you" and marilyns just like omg ur so cute.....

- reader does in fact pick up marilyns quirk of saying goodmorning to her plants and the first time she hears reader do it she feels her knees weaken <33

- marilyn loves how easy it is to make reader blush. and adores it when reader will tuck her hair behind her ear bashfully. it's so cute and endearing and such a small quirk but marilyns weak for it

- im trying to make this ask sfw but sorry i failed. marilyn loves that when they're having sex reader always has to be fisting marilyns hair or touching it. like it's canon in my fic reader loves her hair and how silky it is but to marilyn there's something so attractive to her that even when being fucked reader has to touch it <33

- ur so right for the bug thing 😭 reader always gently removes them from marilyns indoor plants and puts them outside. probably names them too. marilyns like "god i love u i'd kill for you. ask me to kill for you <333"