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Riley sees Robin Burrow near baggage claim and just knows. She looks exactly like the pictures on Joe's phone—tired but alert, scanning faces until she finds Riley's.

Riley's still in her leather jacket from the show, dragging her carry-on behind her. She's not tired yet—too wired from everything that's happened in the last four hours.

"Riley?" Robin approaches first, and there's immediate warmth in her voice despite the circumstances.

"Mrs. Burrow." Riley feels suddenly awkward, like she should hug this woman she's never met but who drove here in the middle of the night for her. "Thank you so much for coming. I can't believe you—"

"Don't mention it," Robin says, pulling her into a quick hug. "Call me Robin. Jimmy's outside with the car."

"How is he?" Riley's voice catches slightly. "Have you heard anything since—"

"He texted around midnight," Robin says. "They're flying back to Cincinnati. Should be home around seven in the morning."

Riley nods, relief flooding through her that he's okay enough to text.

"Excuse me?"

They all turn. A girl who can't be more than nineteen is standing a few feet away, phone in hand, looking nervous but excited.

"Are you Riley Carter? From The Rambles?"

Riley's heart sinks. She can see Jimmy outside through the glass doors, standing by the car with the engine running, clearly ready for a quick exit.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Oh my god, I love your music so much! Could I maybe get a quick picture? I'm so sorry, I know it's late and weird, but I'm a huge fan—"

"I'm so sorry, honey," Robin steps in before Riley can respond, "but Riley's had a long night and I need to get her home. Maybe another time?"

The girl's face falls slightly. "Oh! Of course, I'm sorry! I hope everything's okay with your family emergency!"

Riley's stomach drops. Right. Her "family emergency."

"Thanks," she manages as Robin guides her toward the exit where Jimmy is waiting.

"Thank you so much," Riley says quietly as they walk quickly toward the car.

"No sense making it easier for them," Robin replies. "They'll have enough to work with already."

Jimmy opens the door for them, and Robin slides into the passenger seat while Riley gets in the back.

Jimmy pulls away from the curb, and Riley slumps against the backseat, relief washing over her that Robin stepped in. She's in Cincinnati. Joe's hurt. And by tomorrow, everyone will know she's here—but at least that fan interaction won't be part of the story.

* * *

The car is quiet for the first few minutes, just the sound of the highway and the radio playing softly. Riley stares out the window at the empty Cincinnati streets, still trying to process that she's actually here.

"Long night?" Robin asks, turning slightly in the passenger seat.

"Yeah." Riley's voice is hoarse. "I was on Colbert, to perform, and then I saw..." She stops, swallows hard. "I just did the song and left. Didn't even do the interview."

"You just left?" There's something in Robin's voice—not judgment, but understanding that this was a big deal.

"Yeah. I don't know anyone's number and obviously he wasn't going to be able to answer his phone and Sarah wasn't answering so I didn't know what to do." Riley runs her hands through her hair. "I've never been through anything like this before. I didn't know how bad a wrist injury was or what it meant and I just couldn't sit there and talk about my tour like nothing happened. I had to get here."

Jimmy glances at her in the rearview mirror. "That's a big thing to walk away from."

Riley shrugs, but her voice gets quieter. "I had to be here."

Robin turns to look at her fully now, and Riley can tell she knows it's not just TV. It's career stuff, tour promotion, everything she's supposed to be doing right now. 

"Your people were okay with you leaving?," Robin asks. 

"My guys are the best. They've had my back since we were kids." Riley shifts in her seat, pulling her jacket tighter. "I just kept watching the replay, you know? The way he went down. I've never seen him get hurt before."

"It's hard to watch," Robin says quietly.

"I didn't know what to think. Is a wrist injury bad? Like, really bad? I know nothing about football injuries." Riley's voice gets smaller. "I just saw him holding his arm and knew something was wrong."

"Wrist injuries can be tricky," Robin says carefully. "But for a quarterback..." Jimmy catches her eye in the rearview mirror. "You did the right thing coming here."

"I hope so," Riley says quietly. "Sometimes I feel like I just make things more complicated for him."

"He's been happier," Jimmy says simply, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "We can tell."

Riley feels something warm in her chest. "He makes me happy too. Even when he's being stubborn."

Robin glances at Jimmy. "That's our boy. Wonder where he gets the stubborn from."

Jimmy just shakes his head, smiling slightly.

The car gets quiet again, but it's a comfortable quiet now. Riley lets her eyes drift closed, feeling the exhaustion starting to creep in now that the adrenaline is wearing off.

"Almost there," Jimmy says as they turn into Joe's neighborhood, and Riley recognizes the familiar streets even in the dark.

* * *

Riley unlocks the front door with her own key, stepping aside to let Robin and Jimmy in first. The house is dark and quiet, exactly as Joe left it before flying to Baltimore.

"Make yourselves comfortable," Riley says, flipping on the living room lights. "Let me get changed real quick and wash off this stage makeup, then I'll make y'all some coffee and a snack if you're hungry."

She's already heading toward the stairs, moving through Joe's space with the easy familiarity of someone who belongs here.

"Take your time, honey," Robin calls after her.

Left alone in the living room, Robin and Jimmy look around, noticing changes since their last visit. There are subtle signs of Riley's presence—a guitar case leaning against the wall, a small keyboard setup in the corner near the window. Everything still neat and organized the way Joe likes it, but with touches that show Riley's presence is more than just visiting.

"She has a key," Jimmy observes quietly.

"And her own clothes here," Robin adds, noting the casual way Riley mentioned getting changed.

Upstairs, Riley moves quickly through Joe's bedroom to the dresser where she keeps a drawer of her own things. She pulls out soft joggers and an oversized sweatshirt, then heads to the bathroom to scrub off the layers of TV makeup. When she looks in the mirror afterward—face clean, hair loose, no stage persona left—she takes her first real breath since seeing Joe get hurt.

When she comes back downstairs ten minutes later, she looks completely different. Gone is the polished performer from the airport; in her place is just Riley—makeup-free, comfortable, real.

"Now I feel like myself again," she says to Robin and Jimmy, padding into the kitchen in bare feet. "Much better. Coffee time."

She moves around the kitchen with easy confidence, pulling mugs from the cabinet, finding the expensive coffee beans Joe splurges on, starting the machine.

"You don't have to wait on us," Robin says from the doorway.

"I want to," Riley says simply, already pulling things from the refrigerator. "Besides, I need to keep my hands busy or I'll go crazy thinking about him."

She finds cream and pulls out one of Joe's breakfast meal prep containers, checking the date. "Y'all hungry? I could heat this up, or Joe's got those protein bars he's obsessed with." She pauses, looking at them. "Actually, do you even like coffee this late? Or early, I guess."

"Coffee's perfect," Jimmy says, settling at the kitchen island. "Been a long night."

Riley nods, measuring out coffee beans. "I'm glad you're here. I didn't want to be alone, you know?"

"We wanted to meet you anyway," Robin says, taking the stool next to Jimmy. "This just moved up the timeline."

The coffee machine starts its familiar hum, and Riley leans against the counter, finally still for a moment. "I'm sorry it's under these circumstances. I had this whole thing planned out in my head about meeting you guys properly, maybe at a game or something normal."

"Nothing normal about our lives anymore," Jimmy says with a small smile. "Hasn't been since Joe got drafted."

"Yeah, I'm learning that." Riley opens a cabinet, pulling out a box of crackers, then grabs some cheese from the fridge. "Like tonight at the airport—I'm usually good about photos and stuff, but you were smart to step in. That would've been everywhere by morning. Hell, me at the airport is probably everywhere by now."

She starts arranging the snacks on a plate, her movements quick and efficient. Robin watches her, noting how different Riley seems from what she expected—not putting on any kind of performance, just being herself.

"How do you handle it?" Robin asks. "The attention?"

Riley shrugs, pouring coffee into three mugs. "I've been doing this since I was sixteen, so it's all I really know. I figured out pretty early that if I fight it, I can't have anything normal. So I try to embrace it, you know? Be good to fans, be myself." She hands them each a mug. "Cream? Sugar?"

"Black's fine," Jimmy says.

"Little cream," Robin requests.

Riley doctors Robin's coffee and slides it across the counter. "Joe's better at the whole image thing than I am. More careful. Smarter about it, probably."

"You think he's too careful?" Robin asks, something curious in her voice.

Riley pauses, considering. "Sometimes. Like, I get why he has to be. His whole career depends on people seeing him a certain way. But sometimes I think he's protecting himself from problems that don't really exist."

Robin nods. "He's always been like that. Even as a kid, he'd worry about things that never happened."

She takes a sip of her coffee and winces. "God, that's strong. Sorry, I'm not great at coffee when I'm tired."

"It's perfect," Jimmy assures her.

"So tell us about this tour," Robin says. "Joe mentioned it starts soon?"

Riley's face lights up despite her exhaustion. "Three weeks. It's going to be over a year, all arenas. We start in Philadelphia and basically don't stop until next December." She laughs. "We've played these venues before, but never a tour this long or a set this extensive. Some of these places hold like fifty, sixty thousand people."

"That's incredible," Robin says. "You nervous?"

"Completely. But good nervous, I think? Like, we've been working toward this for years." Riley pulls her legs up onto the barstool, getting comfortable. "My band keeps telling me to enjoy it, that this is what we've worked for, but I keep waiting for someone to realize they made a mistake."

"What kind of mistake?" Robin asks.

Riley laughs. "Like, I know logically that we've earned this, but there's still this part of me that's like, 'Really? They're letting the girl from New Orleans who skipped half her senior year to tour do a ten-night residency at Madison Square Garden?'"

"Ten nights?" Jimmy asks, impressed.

"Sold out already," Riley says, still sounding amazed by it. "Pete—my bass player—he cried when we found out. Like, actually cried."

"How long have you guys been together? The band, I mean," Robin asks.

"Since high school. Pete and I met freshman year, then we found Andy and Daniel." Riley's voice gets softer, more fond. "They're like my brothers. Especially going through all this crazy stuff, they keep me grounded."

"That's what Joe says about his teammates," Jimmy observes. "That core group from LSU."

"Yeah, Ja'Marr and those guys. They seem good for him." Riley fidgets with her mug. "Actually, can I ask you something? How does he handle... being hurt? Like, emotionally. I've never seen him unable to play before."

Robin and Jimmy exchange a look.

"He doesn't handle it well," Robin says honestly. "Even as a kid, if he couldn't practice or play, he'd get this restless energy. Angry, but not at anyone in particular."

"He'll want to do something," Jimmy adds. "Work out, watch film, anything to feel useful. Sitting still isn't in his vocabulary."

Riley nods slowly. "That's what I was worried about. This whole season he's been so focused, and with his shin bothering him, I could tell he was already frustrated. Now this..."

"You've been worried about him," Robin says, not a question.

"Yeah. He doesn't like to admit when things are bothering him, but I can tell. And tonight, watching him go down..." Riley's voice wavers slightly. "I've never been so scared in my life. I know that probably sounds dramatic, but—"

"It doesn't sound dramatic," Robin interrupts gently. "It sounds like you love him."

Riley looks down at her coffee, nodding. "I do. A lot. Even when he's being stubborn or shutting me out when things get hard."

"He does that," Jimmy confirms. "Always has. Gets in his own head."

"The thing is," Riley continues, "I want to be there for him through this, but I also have to leave for tour prep in two weeks. And I hate that. I hate that when he needs support, I'll be gone for over a year."

"He knows your tour is important," Robin says.

"Yeah, but is it more important than being here when he's going through the worst thing that could happen to his career?" Riley shakes her head. "I keep thinking about canceling dates, or postponing, but that affects so many people. The band, the crew, the fans who bought tickets..."

"You can't put your life on hold," Jimmy says firmly. "Joe wouldn't want that."

"I know. Logically, I know that. But it doesn't make me feel less guilty about it."

Riley gets up to refill her coffee, moving around the kitchen like she's done it a thousand times. Robin notices how she automatically rinses her mug first, puts the cream back exactly where Joe would want it.

"How do you guys make it work?" Robin asks. "The distance, the different schedules."

Riley leans against the counter again. "Honestly? Some days better than others. We text constantly, FaceTime when we can. But it's hard when he's in season and I'm doing all this press stuff. We're both traveling all the time, different time zones."

She pauses, considering. "But then he'll do something like send flowers to whatever city I'm in, or have food delivered when I'm working late. And I'll send him some stupid song I wrote about him at 2 AM, and it reminds me why it's worth it."

"Long distance is tough," Jimmy says. "Especially with careers like yours."

"Yeah, but I'd rather have him in my life complicated than not have him at all," Riley says simply. "Even when he's being impossible."

Robin smiles at that. "Sounds like you know what you're getting into."

"Most days." Riley checks the time on her phone. "God, it's almost five. I should probably text my team, let them know I made it here okay."

She pulls out her phone and settles back onto the barstool, typing quickly. Robin and Jimmy watch her, both thinking the same thing—that despite her fame, despite the chaos of her life, Riley feels remarkably normal. Real.

"Pete's probably freaking out," Riley mutters, scrolling through messages. "He and Joe have gotten close, so he'll be worried about both of us."

"That's sweet," Robin says.

Riley looks up, smiling slightly. "Yeah, it is. Pete's protective like that, but he really likes Joe. They bonded early on."

Riley yawns, the exhaustion finally starting to catch up with her. "I should probably update everyone properly. Let them know I'm here safe and Joe's okay."

"Go ahead, honey," Robin says. "We'll clean up the kitchen."

"You don't have to—" Riley starts, but Robin waves her off.

"Go sit. You've been taking care of us all night."

Riley moves to the living room, settling into the corner of Joe's couch with her phone. She can hear Robin and Jimmy quietly cleaning up in the kitchen, the soft sounds of dishes being washed and coffee mugs being put away.

"Pete's sent like fifteen messages," Riley says to herself, scrolling through her phone. She starts typing: Made it to Cincinnati. Joe's parents picked me up (they're amazing). He should be home around 7. Will update when I know more about—

Her eyes drift closed mid-sentence, the phone slipping slightly in her hands. The combination of performing, the emotional shock of seeing Joe get hurt, the red-eye flight, and hours of nervous energy finally catching up with her all at once.

When Robin comes back from the kitchen a few minutes later, she finds Riley fast asleep, her head tilted against the back of the couch, phone still clutched loosely in her fingers. She looks younger somehow, all the worry lines smoothed away in sleep.

Robin takes the phone from Riley's hands and sets it on the coffee table. She finds a soft throw blanket draped over the back of another chair—one she recognizes as something Riley probably brought from New Orleans—and gently covers her with it.

"Poor thing," Robin whispers to Jimmy as he joins her. "She's exhausted."

Jimmy nods, looking at Riley with something like fondness. "Been a hell of a night for her."

* * *

Robin and Jimmy move back to the kitchen, keeping their voices low.

"Well," Robin says, "that went better than I thought it would."

Jimmy dries his hands on a dish towel. "She's not what I pictured."

"No?" Robin starts putting the leftover crackers back in their container. "What did you picture?"

"I don't know. More..." He gestures vaguely. "Rock star-ish."

Robin laughs quietly. "She made us coffee and cleaned Joe's kitchen at four in the morning. Real rock star behavior there."

"You know what I mean."

"I do." Robin glances toward the living room. "She's just normal. Well, normal for someone dating our son."

Jimmy sits down at the kitchen island. "She's got her own key."

"Mm-hmm. And her own drawer upstairs. That little keyboard setup in the corner." Robin joins him at the counter. "This isn't new."

"No, it's not." Jimmy's quiet for a moment. "You think Joe's serious about her?"

"Jimmy, she flew here from New York at three in the morning because he got hurt. I'd say they're both pretty serious."

"Fair point."

Robin fidgets with her coffee mug. "She reminds me of you, actually."

"How's that?"

"The way she just does what needs doing. No fuss about it." Robin looks at him. "You would've done the same thing. If I'd gotten hurt when we were young and you were across the country, you would've been on the first plane."

Jimmy considers this. "Probably would've driven."

"Because you hate flying, but yes." Robin smiles. "She didn't even think about it. Just came."

"She's going to be gone for over a year though. Starting in three weeks."

"I know." Robin's smile fades. "Terrible timing."

"Think they'll make it?"

Robin looks toward the living room where Riley's sleeping. "You see how she fits here? Like she's always been here?"

"Yeah."

"And you heard her talking about him. She sees right through him." Robin drums her fingers on the counter. "Remember when she said he protects himself from problems that don't exist?"

"That's Joe exactly."

"Exactly. She calls him on his bullshit." Robin pauses. "Olivia never really saw through that."

Jimmy raises an eyebrow. "We loved Olivia."

"Of course we did. She was family for six years. But she always took Joe at face value. If he said everything was fine, she believed him. Riley seems to see what's underneath."

"Think that's good?"

"I think Joe needs someone who won't let him hide in his own head all the time." Robin gets up to check on Riley, then comes back. "She's completely out."

"Poor kid's exhausted."

"She performed on national television six hours ago. Then saw Joe get hurt and got on a plane." Robin shakes her head. "I can't imagine."

"She handled it though. All of it."

"She did." Robin looks thoughtful. "You know what got me? When she was making coffee, asking if we were hungry. She was taking care of us."

"While she was the one who'd had the traumatic night."

"Right. That tells you something about who she is."

Jimmy nods. "Joe needs that. Someone who takes care of people."

"He's always been the one taking care of everyone else. Making sure his teammates are okay, making sure we don't worry about him." Robin pauses. "Maybe it's good for him to have someone who takes care of him back."

"Think she'll be able to handle all the attention? The pressure?"

"She's been famous since she was sixteen, Jimmy. She knows what she signed up for." Robin glances at the clock. "Besides, you saw how she was tonight. She doesn't seem to care much about what other people think."

"That could be good or bad."

"With Joe? Probably good. He cares too much about what people think sometimes."

They sit in comfortable silence for a moment, both processing the night.

"We should probably try to get some sleep," Jimmy says. "Joe'll be home in an hour."

"Are you tired?"

"Not really."

"Me neither." Robin smiles. "Too much coffee. And too much excitement."

"Think we should wake her when he gets here?"

"Let's see how it goes. She needs the sleep." Robin pauses. "But I want to see them together. See how they are with each other when he gets home."

"That'll be something."

"Mm." Robin looks toward the living room again. "She really loves him, doesn't she?"

"Yeah," Jimmy says simply. "She really does."

"Good." Robin gets up to check the locks on the front door, a habit from years of motherhood. "Joe deserves that. Someone who loves him enough to drop everything when he needs them."

"Think we should head to the guest room after he gets here? Give them some space?"

"Probably. But not right away. I want to make sure he's okay first." Robin comes back to the kitchen. "And I want to see them together. See how they are with each other."

"Nosy."

"Protective. There's a difference."

Jimmy smiles. "If you say so." He pauses, thinking. "I really do think she's good for him. Different from what he's used to, but good different."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Joe's always been so controlled, so careful about everything. Maybe he needs someone who's a little more..." He searches for the word.

"Spontaneous?"

"Spontaneous. Willing to take risks." Jimmy looks toward the living room. "Flying here tonight was a risk. Could've been bad publicity, could've looked crazy to people. But she did it anyway because it was the right thing to do."

Robin nods. "That's what I think too. She follows her heart."

"Think Joe's learning to do that?"

"I hope so." Robin stands up, restless. "He's been so focused on his career, on doing everything right, sometimes I wonder if he forgets to just live a little."

"Riley doesn't seem like she'd let him forget that."

"No," Robin agrees, smiling. "No, she doesn't."

* * *

Joe uses his key quietly, expecting the house to be silent at seven in the morning. He's exhausted—the flight from Baltimore, the worst night of his career, his right wrist throbbing despite the pain medication. He just wants to get upstairs, maybe check on Riley if she's awake, and crash for a few hours before dealing with doctors and phone calls and the reality of his season being over.

But there's light coming from the kitchen, and he can hear low voices.

"Mom?" he calls softly, dropping his bag by the door.

"In here, honey."

Joe finds Robin and Jimmy at the kitchen island with coffee, looking like they've been up for hours.

"You didn't sleep?" Joe asks, accepting the hug Robin immediately pulls him into. She's careful of his right arm, which is wrapped and resting in a sling.

"A little. We wanted to be awake when you got home." Robin pulls back to look at him. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." Joe's automatic response, even though his wrist is killing him and his whole world just shifted. "How's Riley? Is she okay?"

"She's perfect," Robin says immediately. "Sound asleep on your couch."

"She was exhausted," Jimmy adds. "Been up since... well, since she saw you get hurt."

Joe nods, thinking about everything Riley gave up to be here. "How did she seem tonight?"

"Worried about you," Robin says gently. "But she handled everything beautifully. Made us coffee, took care of us, made sure we were comfortable."

"Even though she was the one who'd had the traumatic night," Jimmy observes.

Joe's not surprised by this—it's exactly what Riley would do. "She left Colbert for this."

"We know. She told us." Robin touches his good arm. "That's not a small thing, Joe."

"No, it's not." Joe looks toward the living room, where he can just make out Riley's form on the couch. "Did she say anything about... us? About how things have been?"

Robin and Jimmy exchange a look.

"She said you've been frustrated lately," Robin says carefully. "With your shin bothering you. But mostly she just seemed scared about you being hurt."

"She loves you," Jimmy says simply. "That was pretty clear."

Joe feels something ease in his chest that's been tight for weeks. "Yeah. I love her too."

"We can tell." Robin smiles. "She fits here, honey. In your space, in your life. It feels natural."

"She's got her own key," Jimmy points out with a small smile. "Her own space upstairs."

"I know." Joe's quiet for a moment. "It's been good. Really good."

"We really like her," Robin says. "She's genuine. Real. Not what I expected from someone famous, honestly."

"She's been famous since she was sixteen. It's all she knows, but she's never let it change who she is." Joe looks toward the living room again. "Is she really okay? She looked so worried on TV."

"She was worried. But she's tough." Robin stands up. "Why don't you go see her? We're going to head to the guest room, give you two some privacy."

Joe nods gratefully. "Thank you. For picking her up, for staying with her. I didn't want her to be alone."

"Of course," Jimmy says, standing as well. "She's family now."

The casual way he says it surprises Joe. Family. Yeah, she is.

"How's the wrist for real?" Robin asks, mother's intuition cutting through his careful composure.

"Bad," Joe admits quietly. "Season's over. Surgery next week."

Robin's face falls. "Oh, honey. I'm so sorry."

"It'll be fine. I'll be fine." Joe's voice is steady, controlled. "Just need to focus on recovery now."

Jimmy squeezes his shoulder. "You've got time to figure it out. And you've got people who care about you."

Joe nods, looking toward the living room where Riley's sleeping. "Yeah. I do."

Robin and Jimmy head toward the guest room, leaving Joe standing in his kitchen at seven in the morning, finally alone with the reality of what's happened. His season's over. His wrist might never be the same. And the woman he loves dropped everything to be here for him.

He walks quietly toward the living room, still in the sweats he threw on at the hotel in Baltimore, and stops when he sees her.

Riley's curled up in the corner of his couch, covered with the throw blanket from New Orleans that she brought months ago. Her hair's messy from sleep, her face soft and peaceful in the early morning light filtering through the windows. She looks younger like this, all the worry lines from the night smoothed away.

Joe sits down carefully on the edge of the couch beside her, being gentle so he doesn't wake her yet. His right wrist throbs, but for the first time since he hit the ground in Baltimore, he feels like he can breathe properly.

She came. Despite everything that's been complicated between them, despite the tour starting in three weeks, despite having to abandon a major TV appearance—she came.

Joe reaches out with his good hand and gently brushes a strand of hair away from her face. Riley stirs slightly but doesn't wake, just shifts closer to where he's sitting.

"Riley," he says softly. "Hey."

Her eyes flutter open, confused for a moment before they focus on him. Then her face completely transforms.

"Joe." She sits up quickly, immediately reaching for him before catching herself and being careful of his injured wrist. "Are you okay? How do you feel? What did the doctors say?"

* * *

Joe looks at her for a long moment, taking in her sleep-messed hair, the way she's instantly alert despite having been asleep seconds ago.

"Season's over," he says simply. "Surgery next week."

Riley's face falls. "Shit. How bad?"

"Bad enough." Joe flexes his good hand. "Ligament's torn. They said six months minimum, but..."

"But you don't know if it'll be the same."

"Yeah. That uncertainty has to be killing you."

Riley doesn't try to tell him it'll be fine or offer empty reassurances. She just nods, understanding.

"How was the flight?" she asks, which is such a Riley question—practical, immediate.

"Long. Couldn't sleep." Joe looks at his wrapped wrist. "Kept thinking about the play. How normal it was until it wasn't."

"These things happen fast."

"Yeah, they do." Joe's quiet for a moment. "You left your show."

"Couldn't exactly sit there and talk about tour dates when you were walking off the field holding your wrist."

Joe almost smiles at that. "Colbert probably wasn't happy."

"Colbert was fine. Pete took care of it." Riley shifts on the couch. "But really, how are you? Like actually."

Joe considers this, looking at her. With Riley, he doesn't have to perform. Doesn't have to be the franchise quarterback who's got everything under control.

"Scared," he admits quietly. "I've never not been able to play before. Even when I was hurt, I knew I'd come back. This feels different."

Riley nods. "Different how?"

"Like maybe I won't." Joe's voice gets quieter. "Or maybe I will, but it won't be the same. And if it's not the same..."

He doesn't finish the sentence, but Riley understands. Football isn't just Joe's job—it's been his identity since he was a kid.

"You don't have to figure that out today," she says.

"I know. But my brain won't shut up about it."

"Your brain never shuts up about anything."

That gets a small laugh out of him. "True."

They sit in silence for a moment. Joe looks exhausted, pain medication making his movements slower, more careful than usual.

"You came," he says eventually.

"You asked me to come."

"I asked my parents to pick you up. I didn't ask you to leave New York."

Riley looks at him like that's the stupidest thing he's ever said. "Where else was I going to be?"

"Doing your job. Being professional."

"Joe." Riley's voice is matter-of-fact. "You got hurt. Did you honestly think I was going to stay in New York and talk about my tour?"

Joe's throat tightens unexpectedly. Not because of what she said, but because of how she said it—like there was never any question, never any choice to make.

"Your tour starts in three weeks," he says.

"I know."

"You'll be gone for over a year."

"Yeah."

Joe looks at her, and something in his expression shifts. The exhaustion, the pain medication, the relief of having her here—it all hits him at once, and his careful control finally cracks.

His eyes fill up, and he looks away quickly, jaw tightening as he tries to hold it together.

"Hey," Riley says softly. "It's okay."

"I'm fine," Joe says automatically, but his voice wavers.

"No, you're not. And that's okay."

Joe takes a shaky breath, tears threatening to spill over. "I don't know what I'm doing, Riley. I've had a plan since I was eight years old, and now..."

"Now you need a different plan."

"I don't know how to make a different plan." Joe's voice breaks slightly. "This is all I know how to do."

Riley doesn't say anything for a moment, just lets him sit with it.

"You know what you're going to do right now?" she says finally.

"What?"

"You're going to go upstairs, take a shower, and sleep for six hours. Then we'll figure out the next thing."

Joe looks at her, and despite everything, he almost smiles. "That's your plan?"

"That's my plan for today. Tomorrow we'll make a plan for tomorrow."

Joe nods, wiping his eyes with his good hand. "Okay."

"Okay."

He looks at her again, really looks at her—sitting on his couch at seven in the morning, still in the clothes she slept in, hair messy, completely focused on him.

"Thank you," he says quietly. "For coming. For being here."

"Always," Riley says simply.

And Joe believes her.

* * *

"Come on," Riley says, standing up from the couch. "Let's get you upstairs."

Joe follows her slowly, his movements careful and deliberate. The pain medication makes everything feel slightly disconnected, and his wrapped wrist throbs with each step.

In his bedroom, Riley moves around with familiar efficiency, pulling clean clothes from his dresser while Joe sits on the edge of the bed.

"Can you get your shirt off?" she asks, turning back to him.

Joe tries to pull his hoodie over his head with his left hand, but the movement pulls at his injured wrist and he winces, stopping halfway.

"Here," Riley says, moving to help him. She's gentle but matter-of-fact about it, carefully working the fabric over his wrapped wrist and pulling the hoodie off.

"This is stupid," Joe mutters, frustrated by his helplessness.

"It's temporary," Riley says simply, folding his hoodie and setting it aside. "Shower?"

Joe nods, and Riley follows him into the bathroom. She starts the water, testing the temperature with her hand while Joe struggles with his sweatpants.

"Joe." Riley's voice is patient. "Let me help."

She helps him out of the rest of his clothes, her touch clinical and caring rather than sexual. When she starts to undress herself, Joe raises an eyebrow.

"You don't have to—"

"I'm not letting you fall and break your other wrist," Riley says, stepping out of her joggers. "Besides, someone needs to wash your hair."

In the shower, Riley is careful and gentle. She keeps his wrapped wrist dry, holding it away from the spray while she helps him wash. Her movements are efficient, focused on taking care of him rather than anything else.

"This okay?" she asks, working shampoo through his hair.

Joe nods, closing his eyes. The hot water feels good on his sore muscles, and having Riley take care of him feels like relief he didn't know he needed.

"Lean forward a little," she says, rinsing the shampoo out. "There."

She washes his back, his shoulders, careful around any tender spots. When she reaches for the body wash, Joe catches her wrist with his good hand.

"Riley."

"What?"

"Thank you. For all of this."

She looks at him, water running down her face. "You don't have to thank me for taking care of you."

"Yeah, I do."

Riley studies his expression for a moment, then nods. "Okay. You're welcome."

She finishes washing him quickly and efficiently, then helps him out of the shower. Riley wraps a towel around herself and then helps Joe dry off, being extra careful around his injured wrist.

"Clean clothes?" she asks.

"Just boxers for now," Joe says. "I need to sleep."

Riley helps him into fresh underwear and a t-shirt, movements still gentle and practical. By the time they're done, Joe looks ready to collapse.

"Bed," Riley says, pulling back the covers.

Joe gets in carefully, and Riley climbs in beside him, still in just a towel. She pulls the blackout curtains closed, plunging the room into darkness.

"Sleep," she says quietly, settling beside him.

Joe lies on his side, facing Riley in the dark room. She's starting to drift off, her breathing getting deeper, but he can't sleep yet. His mind won't quiet down—not about the injury, but about her. About everything she's done in the last eight hours.

"Riley," he says softly.

"Mmm?" Her eyes flutter open. "Yeah baby?"

Joe looks at her in the dim light filtering through the blackout curtains. "I love you. I love you so much it hurts to breathe when I think about it, which is why I haven't told you sooner."

Riley sits up quickly, suddenly fully awake. "Joe..."

"I know I've been difficult lately. With the season, with my shin, with everything. But you came anyway. You left your show and got on a plane and took care of me, and—"

"Joe." Riley's voice is soft but sure. "I love you too."

Joe feels something settle in his chest that's been restless for months.

"You know," Riley continues, "remember that phone call we had before you flew to New Orleans? To meet Papa and everyone?"

"Yeah. You were acting weird."

Riley laughs quietly. "I was acting weird because I'd just figured it out. That I loved you. I was trying so hard not to say it and probably sounded like a complete psycho."

"You did sound like a psycho," Joe says, almost smiling. "I thought you were trying to un-invite me."

"Never." Riley settles back down beside him. "When did you know?"

Joe's quiet for a moment. "I think I knew when I walked into your house that first time. When I heard that fucking song in my head and felt like I was home for the first time in my life."

"'This Must Be the Place,'" Riley says softly.

"Yeah. That one." Joe looks at her, suddenly feeling ridiculous but not caring. "I hate to be a total fucking corn ball, but will you sing it to me while I go to sleep?"

Riley's face softens completely. "Of course."

She starts singing quietly, her voice barely above a whisper in the dark room:

Home is where I want to be

Pick me up and turn me round

Joe closes his eyes, listening to her voice, feeling the tension finally leave his body.

Home is where I want to be

But I guess I'm already there

Riley continues through the verses, her voice soft and soothing. When she gets to the part about lifting up wings, Joe's voice joins hers, quiet but sure:

I come home, she lifted up her wings

I guess that this must be the place

Riley smiles, continuing to sing until Joe's breathing evens out and his face relaxes into sleep. She keeps singing even after he's asleep, the familiar words filling the quiet room until she finally drifts off too, her hand resting gently on his chest.

* * *

Joe wakes up groggy as hell, his wrist throbbing and his mouth dry from the pain meds. The room's dark, but he can tell it's afternoon. He hears Riley talking in the bathroom, her voice quiet but firm.

"Gwennie, hey. Yeah, cancel everything this week... No, everything. All the promo stuff, the interviews, whatever's on the books."

Joe stays still, listening.

"Because Joe's having surgery and I'm staying here... Gwen, I don't care what it costs. Just cancel it." There's a pause. "What about the tour? We postpone it. Simple."

Joe sits up slowly, trying to clear his head.

"Look, I know it's a lot of money, but I'm not leaving him right now... No, I haven't talked to him yet, but—"

Joe gets up and heads toward the bathroom.

"Riley."

She turns, phone still at her ear. "Gwen, I'll call you back."

She hangs up and looks at him. "How'd you sleep?"

"What did you just do?"

"Cleared my schedule so I can be here with you."

Joe stares at her. "You can't postpone the tour."

"Yes, I can. It's my tour."

"Riley, no. Absolutely not."

"Joe—"

"No." Joe's voice is firm despite the sleep in his voice. "You are not postponing a year-long arena tour because I hurt my wrist."

"It's not just your wrist, it's surgery, it's recovery—"

"And you have a career. Obligations. People depending on you."

Riley crosses her arms. "You're more important."

"I'm not more important than your entire career."

"You are to me."

Joe feels that familiar tightness in his chest—gratitude mixed with panic. "Riley, listen to me. You cannot sacrifice your tour for this. I won't let you."

"It's not your decision."

"Then I'm asking you not to. Please." Joe leans against the bathroom counter, suddenly exhausted again. "This is everything you've worked for. Everything your band has worked for. You can't throw it away because I got hurt."

Riley studies his face. "What if I just postpone the first few weeks? Until you're—"

"No. None of it. You start that tour in three weeks like you planned."

"Joe—"

"Promise me." Joe looks at her seriously. "Promise me you won't postpone anything."

Riley is quiet for a long moment. "I already canceled this week."

"That's different. This week is fine. But the tour starts on time."

"Fine," Riley says reluctantly. "But I'm flying back for the surgery."

"Riley—"

"That's non-negotiable. I'll be on tour by then anyway, I can fly back for one day."

Joe wants to argue, but he can see from her expression that she won't budge on this point.

"Okay," he agrees. "One day."

Riley nods, then looks at him with concern. "How are you feeling? Pain-wise?"

"Like I got hit by a truck, but better than this morning."

"You should eat something. Your parents made sure there was food."

"Where are my parents?"

"Guest room. They're being very polite about giving us space."

Joe almost smiles. "That sounds like them."

Riley sits beside him on the bed. "Are you sure about the tour? Because I really can—"

"I'm sure." Joe takes her hand with his good one. "I love you for wanting to do it, but I'd never forgive myself if you postponed your entire career for me."

Riley looks at him for a moment, then nods. "Okay. But I'm staying this week."

"This week is perfect."

Riley leans over and kisses him softly. "Your phone's been buzzing all day, by the way. I turned the sound off so you could sleep."

Joe glances at his phone on the nightstand, seeing dozens of missed calls and messages.

"The whole world knows you're here now," he says quietly.

"Yeah," Riley says simply. "They do."

* * *

The rest of the week passes in a strange bubble. Joe's parents stay through Tuesday, helping out and getting to know Riley better before heading back to Athens. Joe spends most of his time dealing with team doctors, scheduling surgery, and trying to avoid thinking too hard about what comes next.

Riley barely leaves his side. She drives him to appointments, makes sure he takes his medication, and somehow manages to make even the worst parts of the day feel manageable. Joe watches her navigate his world—charming his doctors, remembering his teammates' names, fitting seamlessly into his life like she's always been there.

On Wednesday, Joe's phone rings during lunch. Mark's name on the screen.

"I should take this," Joe says, stepping into the other room.

"Joe, we need to talk," Mark says without preamble. "Have you seen what people are saying?"

"No, and I don't want to."

"Well, you need to know. The narrative isn't good. People are saying you were distracted, that dating someone like Riley affected your focus—"

"Someone like Riley?"

"You know what I mean. The lifestyle, the drama, the attention. People are connecting dots that aren't there, saying the relationship is why you got hurt."

Joe closes his eyes. "That's ridiculous."

"Is it? You've been different this season, Joe. Less focused. And now you're dating a rock star who parties with celebrities and—"

"Riley doesn't party. You don't know what you're talking about."

"The optics are bad. Really bad. Bill and I think we need to get ahead of this—"

Joe hangs up.

When he walks back into the kitchen, Riley's cleaning up their lunch, but she looks up at his expression.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Just agent stuff."

Riley studies his face but doesn't push.

Thursday afternoon, Bill calls.

"Joe, I'm driving over. We need to have a conversation."

"I'm not really up for—"

"This isn't optional. I'll be there in an hour."

When Bill arrives, he spreads out printed articles and screenshots across Joe's kitchen island like evidence in a court case.

"Look at this," Bill says, pointing to a headline. "'Burrow's Career Derailed by Rock Star Romance.' And this one: 'Is Joe Burrow's Girlfriend Worth a Super Bowl?' They're tearing you apart, Joe."

Joe glances at the headlines, feeling sick. "Where's Riley?"

"How should I know? Joe, you need to see what you're dealing with here. People are questioning your judgment, your priorities—"

"My priorities are fine."

"Are they? Because from the outside, it looks like you're choosing a relationship over your career."

"I got hurt on a normal play. It has nothing to do with Riley."

"Doesn't matter. Perception is reality in this business."

Joe hears footsteps on the stairs and turns to see Riley coming down. She takes one look at the papers spread across the counter and her expression hardens.

"You must be Bill," she says coolly.

"Riley Carter. Good to finally meet you."

"Wish I could say the same." Riley walks over to the counter, scanning the headlines. "This is what you came here to show him?"

"He needs to understand the situation—"

"The situation is that Joe got hurt playing football. That's it."

"The situation is more complicated than that, and you know it."

Riley's voice gets sharp. "No, what's complicated is grown men blaming a woman for a football injury because they need someone to point fingers at."

"Riley," Joe says quietly, not wanting this to escalate.

But Riley's just getting started. "You want to talk about distractions? Let's talk about how you two have been calling him all week with this garbage instead of letting him focus on recovery."

Bill straightens. "We're trying to protect his career—"

"By throwing me under the bus?"

"By being realistic about the optics."

"The optics of what? Joe dating someone? Having a life outside football?"

"The optics of Joe dating someone whose lifestyle is incompatible with professional athletics."

Riley laughs, but there's no humor in it. "My lifestyle? You mean working? Because that's what I do. I work. I write songs, I record albums, I perform. Just like Joe plays football."

"It's not the same thing—"

"You're right. It's not. Because when I fuck up, it only affects me. When Joe gets hurt, apparently it's my fault too."

"That's not what I'm saying—"

"That's exactly what you're saying."

Joe watches this exchange feeling helpless. Riley's defending him with the same fierce loyalty she's shown all week, but he can see the toll this is taking on her too.

"Maybe we should all take a step back," Joe says.

Riley looks at him, and for a moment, Joe sees something flicker across her face. Hurt, maybe. Or disappointment that he's not backing her up more forcefully.

"Yeah," she says quietly. "Maybe we should."

She heads back upstairs without another word.

Bill starts to say something, but Joe cuts him off.

"I think you should go."

"Joe, I'm trying to help—"

"I know. But right now, I need you to leave."

After Bill's gone, Joe finds Riley in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with her laptop.

"I'm sorry about that," he says.

"Are you?"

"What do you mean?"

Riley closes her laptop. "I mean, are you actually sorry he came here and said those things, or are you sorry I had to hear them?"

Joe doesn't answer right away, and that tells Riley everything she needs to know.

"I'm going to go for a drive," she says, standing up.

"Riley—"

"I just need some air. I'll be back."

She's gone for two hours. When she comes back, they don't talk about it. They make dinner, watch a movie, and go to bed like nothing happened. But something has shifted, and they both feel it.

* * *

Friday morning, Riley starts packing.

"Tour starts Monday," she says when Joe asks why her suitcase is out.

"Right. I forgot what day it was."

"I need to get to Philadelphia tomorrow, do final rehearsals and sound check on Sunday."

Joe watches her fold clothes with quick, efficient movements. "Are we okay?"

Riley pauses, a t-shirt in her hands. "Yeah. We're okay."

But she won't look at him when she says it.

The car comes to take her to the airport Saturday afternoon. They stand in his driveway, knowing she'll be back for his surgery in a few days.

"I'll see you Wednesday," Riley says.

"You don't have to—"

"I want to. And I'll be there when you wake up."

Joe nods, not trusting his voice.

Riley kisses him goodbye, and Joe watches her car disappear down his street.

He goes back inside to his empty house and finally allows himself to think about what Bill showed him. About the headlines and the criticism and the growing narrative that he's lost focus.

Maybe they're not wrong.

* * *

Social Media Explosion

X (Twitter)

@ESPNStatsInfo Joe Burrow threw 23 TDs and 5 INTs over his first 10 games this season. His QBR was 82.6. The narrative that he was "distracted" doesn't match the numbers. #Bengals

@BengalsFanBoy Replying to @ESPNStatsInfo Bro was literally having his best season and people wanna blame his girlfriend for a freak injury. Make it make sense.

@NFLCommentator 🧵 THREAD: The Joe Burrow situation is bigger than football. When you're the face of a franchise, your personal life matters. Dating a rock star brings chaos and distraction. Period. 1/7

@RileyStanAccount This man really said dating a rock star brings chaos. Riley Carter literally graduated valedictorian and built a million-dollar business. The misogyny is loud.

@SportsCenter Riley Carter's rep confirms she cancelled an entire week of album promotion to be with Joe Burrow after his injury. The Late Show appearance would have reached 3M+ viewers. That's real love. 🔥

@BengalsNation88 Replying to @SportsCenter And then flew back from her tour for his surgery. Y'all still think she's the problem?

@ToxicMascAlert "Real love" is not sabotaging your man's career by being a distraction. Joe was MVP caliber before her. Now look.

@MusicNews247 BREAKING: Sources say Riley Carter was ready to postpone her entire ARENA TOUR for Joe Burrow's recovery. The tour is projected to gross $200M+. Let that sink in.

@FootballAnalyst The Joe Burrow injury is unfortunate but let's be real - elite QBs don't let relationships affect their game. Look at Brady, Manning, Rodgers. They stayed focused. #Bengals

@RealTalk_Sarah Replying to @FootballAnalyst Brady and Manning were both married with kids during their careers. But somehow Joe dating someone is the problem? The double standard is insane.

Instagram

@joeyb_9 (Comments disabled) Photo from rehab session "Day by day. Thank you for all the support."

@deuxmoi "Submitted: Was at CVG airport yesterday and saw Riley Carter getting on a private jet. She looked exhausted but was super nice to airport staff. Apparently she's flying between tour cities and Cincinnati constantly. No one's confirming anything but the timing is obvious. 👀" ❤️ 47,293 likes

@entertainmenttonight "NEW: Multiple sources confirm Riley Carter has been spotted flying between tour stops and Cincinnati multiple times this week. Her reps continue to cite 'family emergency' but won't elaborate. Link in bio for full story." ❤️ 892,047 likes

TikTok

@nflteaa (1.2M views) Video showing Joe's stats before vs. during relationship "POV: You realize Joe Burrow was actually playing BETTER this season 📊✨" Sound: "The math ain't mathing"

Top comment: "The narrative that she ruined his career when he was literally having his best season ever 💀"

@rileycarterfp (850K views) Compilation of Riley's biggest career moments "Since y'all wanna call her a distraction, here's what she accomplished while dating Joe: #1 album, sold out arena tour, Grammy nomination, $200M+ tour grossing. The disrespect is unreal."

@sportstalktok (2.1M views) Split screen: Headlines about Joe vs. Headlines about Riley "Notice how every headline about her is positive and every one about him is negative? That's not an accident."

@popculture.detective (956K views) Text overlay: "Riley Carter cancelling $50M worth of appearances to care for her boyfriend" "This is what love looks like when someone has actually grown up ✨" Sound: "That's a real one right there"

Reddit

r/bengals

Title: The double standard around Joe and Riley is insane (5,847 upvotes) Posted 2 days ago

"Everyone's acting like Joe's the first NFL player to have a girlfriend. The man was playing lights out before he got hurt. This injury could have happened to anyone, any play. But because he's dating someone famous suddenly it's her fault?

Meanwhile she literally cancelled millions in promo to take care of him and people are still calling her a distraction. Make it make sense."

Top comment (2,103 upvotes): "The way people are treating Riley vs. how they treated Gisele with Brady is night and day. Wonder what the difference could be 🤔"

Reply (847 upvotes): "Gisele was a supermodel married to the GOAT. Riley's a successful musician dating a great QB. Somehow one is acceptable and one isn't. Can't quite put my finger on why..."

r/popheads

Title: Riley Carter is getting way too much hate for supporting her boyfriend (12,903 upvotes) Posted 1 day ago

"I've been a Riley stan since her first album and the way people are treating her right now is disgusting. She's being called a distraction for... existing? Dating someone? Having a career?

This woman has worked her ass off for 10+ years, built an empire, and is one of the most genuine artists in the industry. Now she's being blamed for a football injury that had nothing to do with her.

The misogyny is loud and clear."

Top comment (3,847 upvotes): "The fact that she was ready to postpone a $200M+ tour and people are still calling her selfish... I can't."

r/nfl

Title: [Serious] Can we have an actual discussion about the Joe Burrow situation? (8,472 upvotes) Posted 18 hours ago

"I'm seeing a lot of really toxic takes about Joe's injury and his relationship. As someone who's watched every Bengals game this season, Joe was playing at an elite level. His decision-making was sharp, his accuracy was there, and the team was clicking.

This injury was a freak accident that could happen to any QB. Blaming his girlfriend is not only ridiculous, it's harmful to the discourse around professional sports.

Can we focus on his recovery instead of manufacturing drama?"

Top comment (2,956 upvotes): "The way some of y'all talk about athletes' personal lives is genuinely disturbing. These are human beings, not your fantasy football players."

Controversial comment (-234 upvotes): "Elite athletes don't let relationships affect their performance. There's a reason most successful QBs keep their personal lives low-key."

Reply (445 upvotes): "Joe literally WAS keeping it low-key until he got hurt and she flew across the country to support him. Y'all are creating drama where none exists."

[windcarvedlyre]

About to make a terrible mistake

[biteyoubiteme]

black cherry flavored

ot5 txt x fem!reader

synopsis: how many ghostfaces are there again?

warnings: 🔞!!! gangbang, mentions of drinking, getting scared, fearplay? reader gets chased through house and doesnt know who it is, knifeplay (only used to cut off underwear), clit play, mean dom moments, filming during sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f!), creampie(s), marking, subspace, fingering, oral (m! rec), hair pulling!, overstim (f!rec), she/her used prob forgot some

wc: 9.2k (this one got away from me)

an: this is not proofread at all im so so so sorry forgive me sweet angel ily but I cannot believe october is over and this event has come to an end ;-; I hope you guys like this one! im a HUGE horror movie fan so I was excited to do this and hopefully it turned out well. I went with a different approach for a scream fic that was kinda based on different aspects from the movies and I hope you like it! feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]

this is apart of my mini kinktober event check out the rest of the fics! [dumdum m.list]

"whats your favorite scary movie?"

You roll your eyes, hand coming up to cover the screen of your laptop. “Aren't you supposed to be doing your own work not pestering me about mine?” 

It was late in the night, the library dead silent besides the hum of the heater and faint typing on stiff keyboards. The door to the study space was cracked just enough to hear the elevator if it dinged, the indicator the floor would soon be closing for the cleaning staff. The clock on the wall told you it was close to one in the morning, only an hour away from the library being cleared and closed.  

“I'm avoiding the rest of my essay,” beomgyu shrugs, clicking his pen as a signal for an end to the line of questioning. “Annoying you just seemed like a better plan,” 

“Annoying all of us, I needed this done an hour ago,” yeonjun doesn't even look up from his laptop, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, lenses glossed over with the light from his screen, fingers speeding over the keys only to pause and jam the delete button. “Fuck, i lost my train of thought,” 

“It's already late, just turn it in tomorrow morning,” huening suggests, slouched back in his chair, thumbs nibbly swiveling on the joystick of his switch. “The syllabus said it was ten points off no matter how late after twelve you submit it,” 

“Don't talk to me right now, you got yours in on time. And I'm getting this done tonight whether I like it or not. I won't be able to handle looking at it tomorrow morning. the paper just won't get turned in at all if that happens,” yeonjuns back to typing furiously squinting at his laptop not noticing kais grin. 

“You should have listened to me about meeting up at nine, but nooo-” 

“Huening,” yeonjun warns. 

“I'm just saying…” 

Yeonjun picks up one of Soobin's scattered pens from the table, tossing it at Kai hitting him in the lap. And when Kai just laughs, Yeonjun picks up a few more to throw, the showering of pens making Kai yelp. 

“Shhh,” soobin doesn't even lift his head to see what's going on. He and tae had been trying to sleep for the better part of two hours, Taehyun having found success, sliding two chairs together to prop his legs up. He pulled his hat down over his eyes and hasn't said anything since closing them. Soobin only crossed his arms and laid his head down, leg bouncing showing he was still struggling to actually find it in him to sleep without his bed. 

The six of you usually booked the room on Friday nights from nine to two, blocking the time to try and catch up on work before the weekend. It was either the time you got the most work done or none at all. You're surprised it took beomgyu this long to finally turn away from his assignment at this point he's usually at the whiteboard doodling or trying to get everyone to play dirty hangman. 

It was easier to get all of you together here instead of one of your small dorms, the space hardly big enough for three people let alone six. In the library you didn't have to worry about cramming together, the fourth floors study spaces equipped with long tables and eight chairs. Out of the two libraries on campus this one didn't have many people visit often, especially not when the walk from any of the dorms was twice as long. The fourth floor was empty and quiet except for the group's laughter on nights you didn't worry about work. 

“You didn't answer that question,” beomgyu points out again, pointer finger pushing away your hand blocking the screen, “what's your favorite scary movie?” 

“I didn't answer it because I can't choose,” you confess, scrolling through the paper you're writing for class. 

“Is your homework twenty questions?” soobins voice is muffled, annoyed and sleep-ridden. 

“No-” 

beomgyu cuts you off before you could explain, brows scrunching as he reads. “Looks like it, this one is ‘what are the rules around sex’ there is no way this actually for your class,” 

“What?” this pulls soobins head up, the messy strands of his dark hair sticking up around his forehead. 

“Of course you wake up when you hear the word sex,” yeonjun quips, pursing his lips reading over his work on his screen. 

“No need to wake up you type so loud i couldn't fall asleep,” soobin says brushing his long fingers through his hair, you always noticed the later it got the grumpier he became, pouting lips and half lidded eyes always making an appearance after midnight. 

“It's for my film studies class. We’re learning about the rules of horror,” its clarification enough for soobin who nods but beomgyu lets his head tilt to the side, the vision of a question mark. 

“Rules? You can't just send a killer in, have them spill some blood, and call it a day?” 

“You could, but i'm sure it would follow a pattern, even without you realizing it,” scrolling through your work you pause on the first option. “First you have to think about the time period when the movie was filmed. Most of the popular ones ranged from the 80’s to the early 2000’s. A huge push in most cultures is the topics of sex, drugs, and money. It's the three things people try to control the most. Throw a bunch of badly behaving teens in with a psycho killer playing god and you can tell the masses how wrong something is. Like having sex,” 

“So wrong it would get you killed?” 

“Yup, in most, if not all, horror movies the people who have sex on screen or are known for sleeping around get killed off, leaving the poor virgin alive. Main characters who live to the end also don't drink, or do drugs. Rich people aren't safe, especially if you have a big empty house with lots of stairs, doors, and windows. The more for you to make the wrong decision not to exit from,” 

“Then who does live?” Kai asks, game paused in hand. 

“The girl next door lead, never her boyfriend, the camera man, unless you see him leave the group because you should never leave the group under any circumstances. But everyone else is fair game. Oh and if you say ‘i'll be right back,’ the lines a killer in and of itself,” 

“So I'd die because I like to have a good time?” yeonjun asks, fingers paused on his keys as he looks over at you. Everyone but tae is turned in your direction, listening intently. 

“Unless you're the killer, or lucky because you weren't in line of the camera when you decided it was smart enough to leave the house. It's very kill or be killed. Another rule is to never trust anyone,” 

“The list just gets longer and longer,” soobin sits back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head as he stretches, “you know i saw this one post on twitter that some people like the whole masked killer thing, gets them off,” 

“Of course you would be on twitter looking at stuff like that,” gyu fakes disappointment, shaking his head, “this is exactly why you wouldn't survive, you're a closeted perv,” 

“I don't know about closeted perv, he was openly scrolling past hentai the other day in the dorm,” yeonjun is back to typing, soobin kicking the foot of his chair. 

“Past it, i didn't pause on it,” 

“It was on your for you page! Clearly you have a habit of liking things akin to it,” 

“I don't know, I think it's kinda hot, the mask thing. or i guess more so the build up of fear, it's almost like foreplay, your pulse starts going, you get all flushed. And I did see this clip of these two guys dressed up…” this wouldn't be the first time any of you confessed to watching something that turned you on. All of you had been friends for years, growing up nothing had ever been an off limits topic. You can see the video in your head, the way they held the girl between them; how they manhandled her down onto the bed. 

“So you and soobin are both freaks,” beomgyu grins, the need to tease showing right in his eyes. 

“A threesome is not freaky,” Taehyun states, breaking his silence, hat still over his eyes, fully relaxed and laid back. If you hadn't known the sound of his voice you would have assumed he was still asleep, if he had even been asleep in the first place. 

“Agreed, anything over three is a little freaky,” soobin shrugs, bending over halfway out of his chair to pick up his fallen pens. 

“So would you? Sleep with more than two people at once?” gyu asks, the tilt back to his head, “this is the true test if you're freaky or not,” he chuckles. 

“I mean yeah… would you?” The question is directed at the room and you watch the question lay over them like fog, each of them thinking for a second, blank expressions all the way around.

Taehyun was the first to respond, shrugging his shoulders before nodding briefly, “I wouldn't let the opportunity slip by if it was offered,” It was a unanimous yes from all of them, the hummed agreement not too surprising. 

“Done!” yeonjun smashes one last key before stretching big, “finally fucking submitted, and right before we have to leave, im surprised the staff hasnt gotten around to our room yet to kick us out,”

Taehyun pulls his hat from his face, sitting up with a yawn, “good, i needed my bed two hours ago,” 

It always felt so good to sleep in on a saturday after a study session like this, you could already feel how cozy it would be to wrap up in your blanket. And even if the mattress was shit with or without the foam topper, it was better than laying out in the chairs like taehyun just was.  

All of you cleaned up the space, making sure to tuck in the chairs, pick up the discarded cups of late night bad decision coffee. Squishing in the elevator together, bags bumping into one another before you filed out; passing all the empty desks and empty aisles of books to make it out the front door. 

As soon as the outside air hits your cheeks you know it’s going to feel like a long walk back to the dorms. the boys tucking their ears into hoodies, zipping their jackets up, you and kai lived in the dorms on the opposite side of campus from the rest of them, their walk shorter by only a few minutes. 

“Okay we’re still on for dinner tomorrow right?” Kai asks the group. 

beomgyu’s jumping on the balls of his feet to try to generate some warmth. “literally just text us, I cannot think about tomorrow when i’m this cold and sleepy,”

“Yes, we’re still on, I've been craving anything other than dining hall food for the past week,” yeonjun adds, shivering as he pulls the straps of his bag closer to his chest. “We'll still meet up back here like usual,” he was walking backwards as he said it, already a few steps behind the others, “but see you guys tomorrow or should I say ‘i’ll be right back!’” he jokingly yells while the others wave goodbye. 

“don’t play jjunie, you might be next! don’t trust anyone!” He gives you a silent salute in response as you and Kai head out for your walk. 

Instinctively the two of you are shoulder to shoulder, bumping into one another every other step. Silence following each muffled step on the pavement. Sometimes the two of you didn't say anything until you split on the elevators. a quick ‘goodnight’ or ‘see you tomorrow’ thrown out as you step out on your floor, waving as the doors closed back up so he could go up one more level. Other nights it was the two of you giggling trying to keep it down as you walked under the moonlight, too late to be loud. 

You wrap your arms around yourself, shivering as the wind hits the treeline. spots of orange light from the spaced out street lights are rare, casting the two of you in darkness every time the moon is behind the clouds; every several feet the hash light is back in your path. 

“So you'd live? In a horror movie?” Kai asks, hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders to his ears from the cold. The wind is hitting him right in the face, tossing his hair from his eyes where he liked to keep it. He asks it so softly, the question highlighted in the divot of his brow, nose pink, face washed in the glow from the moon. 

“I'm not really a virgin so…,” it's not an embarrassing confession but when it's this late with his eyes trained solely on you it's like a spilled glass of red wine on white sheets. Impossible to look away from. 

“You wouldn't live for knowing how people survive?” 

“The smart ones usually die from bad luck, they know to head for the car waiting in the lot but forget the keys or if the keys are still in the ignition they never check the back seat. They know if you run into the woods to escape you can hide, but how unlucky for a rusty forgotten bare trap to be waiting for your next step. or if you miss that one here's a log to trip over, only to tumble down a hill and break your neck. Call the police? You're in the one movie a phone works only for you to forget never trust anyone because the police work for the killer,” 

“So none of us make it?” It's such an open question the way he asks it, the hopeful twinge hitting the ending, twisting it into something it shouldn't be. Written right over his features the soft words unsaid, can't we? There has to be a way.

“This isn't a movie kai, we’re fine,” 

“I know, it's only a question,” he's so easily flustered when alone, second guessing everything he says, as if one slip up will make you hate him. Now he's blushing, both of you falling back into comfortable silence. You can tell he's thinking by the way he's biting at his cheek, eyes watching his feet, making sure not to miss one step. You assume it's the end of what he has to say, his silence following you all the way back to your floor. The elevator doors opened finally giving him the courage to speak up. “Do you…” 

“Hum?” you lift your arm to hold the doors open, turned to see him struggling to get the words out. 

“Do you want to come with me to my parents cabin,” he says it all in a rush, avoiding looking you in the eyes just in case you reject him. “I mean you don't have to, the guys won't be there and if it makes you uncomfortable-” he cuts himself off, hand at the back of his neck, trying to rub away his embarrassment, “forget it- forget i said anything,” 

“It's okay, I'd love to go. where is it?” 

“Um it's like two hours from campus, my parents need me to check on it just cause and i thought, why not make a weekend of it? I mean, you can finally sleep on a real mattress, not whatever was issued here,” 

A weekend away did sound good, perfect after the semester you were having. And Kai is as sweet as they come, spending time with him wouldn't be bad at all. “Sure, when are you thinking?” 

“Next week?” 

It was all so very innocent, a sweet boy asking a girl to join him on a weekend getaway. He even packed you snacks for the drive, let you pick all the music, and made sure to carry your bag in when you arrived. 

You weren't stupid enough not to realize why you were here and the other boys didn't get an invite. The whole week you thought it over, pushing around the idea of being with him. And you could tell he was tossing it around all throughout the drive, periodically blushing without saying a thing to you, hands tightening on the steering wheel; knuckles turning white from the pressure. 

Halfway through the drive you realized exactly what he meant by cabin. Not the kind sitting near the edge of a trail, but one hidden deep into the woods for perfect seclusion. Kai had a late class to make up for and the two of you didn't get started on the drive until the sun was already setting behind the trees. Every shadow thrown across the road drew longer and longer as the car kept on. 

The gravel driveway leading up to the cabin was a stretch, but when you finally broke past the winding path the gleaming two story was not very cabin like. The windows reflecting the cars headlights back at you expanded most of the first level. Wraparound porch dotted with chairs, and a swinging bench. As soon as kai killed the engine the silence stumbled in, darkness spilling over the scene as you climbed out of your seat. 

“This place is huge,” you whisper, as if anything louder would disrupt the peace of the outdoors. You held your phone's flash up in front of you, huening fumbling to put the key into the lock on the first try. Each attempt from his shaking hand failed.

“Here,” you took the key into your own hand, twisting the knob and pushing the door open. 

“Sorry,” his voice wavering as he flips on the light switch, “i'm just- you know-,” he cuts himself off not wanting any more embarrassment to follow him. 

As soon as the lights come on you can't see anything outside, the windows a reflection of the room. A tv hanging over a huge stone fireplace, welcoming couches spaced out in a semi circle around a wooden coffee table, a bar topped with dusty glasses pushed in the corner. Kai kicks off his shoes by the door, walking further in you notice the dark hallway leading deeper into the first floor, a staircase waiting right by the entrance. But kai ignores it all while walking towards the kitchen. 

“I mostly have to check the doors and windows to make sure no one broke in,” he's trying to fill the silence, rambling to kill his nerves,”one year we had someone steal the tv, we don't really leave much now just incase, so that's why it looks so empty,” 

“People actually drive all the way out here and break in? The last time i saw a turn off the road before this one was an hour ago,” 

“You never know, it's best to just check and fill out a report sooner rather than later,” in the kitchen the backdoor is made of two foggy planes of glass, only the outline of kai seen in the weavering shape. He twists the knob and to your surprise it gives way and opens, “damn one of my sisters must have forgotten to lock it last they were here,” You lean your hip against the kitchen island, taking his explanation as is. 

“They come out here to check too?”

“Rarely they mostly come with their friends but stopped when they realized there is zero phone service this far out,” 

“There isn't?” you hadn't even checked to see if your phone was working, “what if someone had broken in? You have no phone to make a call from,” 

He chuckles pointing past your shoulder, right on the end of the counter a sleek black cordless landline rests in its holder, the blinking red light showing one waiting voicemail. “Sometimes it can be spotty but for the most part its a solid line of communication,” 

Hand still on the knob of the backdoor he locks the door before walking over to the pantry, finding only a crate of dusty wine and a stack of old jiffy pop popcorn. 

“Wait, I didn't think they made these anymore,” you reach out for the thin metal handle attached to the panshapped popcorn container. Shaking it you hear the rattle of the kernels, “when i was younger i thought it was just something people had in movies,” 

“My sisters and i love the stuff, it's also easy to pop outside over the fire,” 

“So all you leave is popcorn and wine when you're not staying here?” you tap the crate of wine with your foot, his grin boyish and shy. 

“It's a good thing for us now i guess,” 

It's what leads you to sharing the bottle, passing it by the neck as he gives you a tour of the house. His lips right at the spout, nerves loosening up with each sip he takes, creaking steps leading up the second floor. “And here is my room,” 

It’s right at the end of the hall, bed neatly made with a single stuffed penguin sitting against the pillows. “You left him here all alone?” You ask, picking up the plushie, Kai's standing in front of the closet, the slatted doors making up most of the wall behind him facing the bed. 

He shrugs placing the half full wine bottle down on his dresser, “someone needed to protect my prize possession,” he falls right onto the mattress, head thrown back, hair spilling against the pillows, “i always sleep so good in this bed,” cheeks flushed from the wine, half lidded eyes watching you from under his lashes. It's an invitation you don't pass up. 

You climb in after him, feeling relaxed from drinking even if it was only a little bit, you can tell it's helped him too, his lazy smile so blissful. “I'm sure this bed is good for other things too,” you don't even care about being bold, not alone with him under you as you dip your head, nose brushing his. 

The first kiss is so soft, a brush of lips together lasting no longer than a second. Kai whines in the back of his throat, an ache for more hidden in the desperate sound. It's addicting to have someone seem so needy for your attention, his legs instinctively tangling with yours, hand at the back of your neck pulling you back down for another kiss.

The two of you fumbling to feel at each other, your hand sliding up under his shirt to touch his warm skin, his stomach flexing at the brush of your cold fingertips. His hand at your waist pulling you closer to him, needing you as close as he can get you. The kiss is sloppy in seconds, his tongue sliding against yours, noses bumping as you breath in each other.  You can feel that he's semi-hard, pressed against your thigh between his legs. 

He's a mess, whimpering when you pull away to take off your sweater, leaving you braless in a tank top. greedy hands back on you, pulling you back down on top of him, he’s grinding onto you desperately, fully hard from only kissing. 

every little noise he makes is caught in your mouth, his fingers fumbling for the button on your jeans. you have to pull away after his failed attempt, giggling as you brush his hair back, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening we have all night,” you remind him, “I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,” he's looking up at you with total devotion, with an expression that lets you know he'd let you do anything if you asked. 

“Please?” and it doesn't even matter what he's begging for, you would let him do just about anything in return for looking at you like that. 

You're quick to rid yourself of your pants, falling back to the bed and letting him roll on top of you. Hands in his hair as he presses into you, one hand holding himself up while the other snakes down between you two. The soft gasp you let out eggs him on, drawing soft circles over your clothed clit like he knows exactly what to do. You twist your fingers into his hair, his lips tracing down your neck, hips back to grinding into your thigh. At first you don't notice the smell of popcorn. It's faint upstairs, wafting in through the vents, buttery and warm as kai slips his fingers into you. Your hips rolling on his hand, meeting every thrust, heel of his palm pressed to your clit. 

It isn't until the popcorn starts to burn that you say something, the tang in the air subtle as kai sucks hickeys on your sensitive skin. “Is something on fire?” 

Kai pulls away from the crook of your neck, “what the fuck?” breathing deeply to catch the scent. It's clear in the air now, hanging around like a question. “Stay here,” 

it's so unceremonious when he pulls his hand from your panties, fingers dropping onto his tongue to clear them, “i'll be right back, okay?” 

“O-okay,” you're confused more than anything, knees pulling in feeling overly exposed all of a sudden. It's silent in the house, the soundtrack of your kissing dimmed to nothing, before it's replaced with the creaking of his dissipating steps down the stairs. 

You feel a little foolish sitting in his bed, the crumpled sheets and discarded plushie a reminder that this is not normal for a hook up at all. Letting out a long breath you push out of the bed, all relaxation felt before now gone as you reach for the wine bottle on the dresser. You take a heavy swig from the bottle, needing your courage back. It felt silly to worry over burnt popcorn. 

Your stomach turns, sickening realization settling in. the two of you had only picked up the wine, neither of you even put the jiffy pop close to the stove's burners. You're quick to look for your phone, checking in the pile of your clothes on the floor, and finding nothing. Your bag was by the door downstairs, right next to the shoes, if your phone wasnt up here it was bound to be in your bag. 

You didn't say anything as you made it to the top of the stairs, not until the phone rang. Not the familiar song that came through your speakers but the deft echo of a warning siren. The kind of ringtone that was played in a movie when someone was receiving bad news, and it didn't stop, traveling up the stairs, playing once, twice, until nothing but silence. 

“Huening?” your voice wasn't as strong as you wished, faulting at the end as you took your first step down the stairs. 

No response. 

The last step creaks under your weight, the sound triggering the phone, that chilling ringtone back in the air. All the lights are on, nothing outside the windows visible as you watch your reflection walk past. You look right at the front door as you walk past, all of your things still in place, even Kai's shoes are still right where he left them. 

In the kitchen you find the ringing phone, the little screen bright green as it shows the incoming call. The skins faucet turned on, the pelting water beating down on the thin aluminum foil of the jiffy pop, hastily tossed into the basin. Thin rivulets of smoke still curling from the singed popcorn. The stove's gas burner still lit with a blue flame. 

The ringing continues as you turn everything off, feeling suddenly too cold and alone standing under the golden lights. It doesn't help that you're only dressed in your panties and tanktop, bare feet padding across the tile to pick you the phone. 

Unknown caller. Read the directory, not even the number shown underneath. You hit answer before you could think better of it. 

“Hello?” your pulse was in your ears, washing down your neck, but you're stunned to recognize the voice over the phone. 

“What's your favorite scary movie?” 

You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up before you respond, “kai, are you using the ghostface voice on me right now? You already had your hand down my pants no need for the theatrics,” 

You can't even pick up a trace of his real voice over the filter, the soft chuckle on the other line trickling down your spine. “You didn't answer my question, you have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”

“So we’re quoting the movie now?” you ask, looking around the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop. “Should i go all in and start asking to make it to the sequel?” 

He chuckles, so soft and sensual, unlike his usual boisterous laugh. “Maybe…but a little birdie told me that you're not a virgin and you know what happens to those who sleep around right?” 

“Enlighten me,” you cross your arms smiling at your reflection in the window. It's a bit silly to be here roleplaying in the first place but it's not like you're against it. What gets you is that it's coming from kai of all people. So soft and sweet, giggling and shyly walking you home. But you truly never know what a persons into until you're faced first with it. 

“They don't last very long,” so smug as he says it. 

“They don't?” 

“Nope, and you have a list of things that you've already done wrong. I don't know if you truly deserve to make it to the sequel,” 

“Oh? What did I do wrong?” you smile, checking out your nails, thumb running along the bed of your cuticles as you listen. 

“Humm, let me see. First you're all alone in that big old house, did anyone ever tell you never to go into the dark and scary woods all alone?” 

“I'm not alone, i have you,” 

He ignores the last half of your statement, “Aren't you? hum, funny how i don't see the boytoy around anymore,” 

“I can't believe you planned all of this, who knew you would be so freaky? I can't say that it doesn't turn me on though,” 

“Oh? How cute that you still think I'm your little boyfriend. I mean didn't you see the signs? The door was unlocked in the back, popcorn on the stove when you didn't put it there, and now a missing boy toy. It's a shame you seem to have forgotten everything you've learned in class, or maybe it was the wine,” 

“A few sips won't make me stupid, seriously huening come out, i want to get back into your bed,” you push off the counter, walking back toward the living room until you're stopped dead in your tracks. The sound isn't coming from the phone but just up ahead around the corner.

Your laugh echoes in the empty house, followed by your own words, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening, we have all night, I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,” 

You follow each line into the living room, the tv on and showing a video of only minutes ago. 

“Please?” kais weavering voice seems so loud here instead of between you two. 

You can see yourself push down your pants, watch the way the two of you fall right back into each other. Only now you're seeing it from the perspective of the closet, it's the only place you could think of that he would have placed the camera. The slats of the wood even in frame. It's like someone dropped a bucket of ice water on top of you. Standing in front of the tv as if you're Carrie from the prom and someones set up a cruel joke. 

“Cute huh?” the voice over the phone asks, that little laugh following right after, “i sure think it is. Look at the way your body reacts to his fingers, you’ll be that pretty for me won't you?” 

You feel the hair on the back of your neck rise, the house too big for this kind of game. Even just standing there now alone it felt like you were a fish in a bowl, stuck to be watched from all sides. And not from the video but from the figure standing right on the outside of the window. 

He was dressed in all black, nothing like what kai had been wearing before. And covering his face the dripping white mask of ghostface. You only catch a glimpse because the lights are on but it's enough to remind you that maybe this isn't a joke. “Are you outside?” 

“I don't know? Am i?” but as he says it you see down the hallway a dark figure step out of a doorway. 

Everything in you freezes, your heart rate plummeting, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin. You hadn't even noticed your fingers had been trembling before, not until your deathgrip on the phone starts to hurt. “Don't hang up on me,” he warns over the line, but the person down the hall doesnt even have a phone in sight, his slow prowl reminding you to move. 

You take off back towards the kitchen, the back door playing in your head as the best possible exit but as soon as you're in front of it, tugging on a door knob needs to be unlocked you see the haze reflection of two more figures waiting right against the glass. You can hear the laugh of the person on the phone even if it's not to your ear as you rush to pull open any drawer that might have something in it to protect you. But every pull leads you to find nothing at all, “what the fuck!” 

The door shakes as they try to pull it open, the glass rattling as you lift the phone back to your ear, “okay huening, that's enough, i get it, ha ha, funny, but seriously-” 

“Were you looking for a knife?” he cuts you off, voice so calm when you're falling apart. 

“What?” you're exasperated, huffing the question like it's a slap in the face. 

“I know where one is, if you want it,” 

It's then that the masked man from the hall comes into the kitchen, the steel knife in his hands glinting in the light. “You have to be fucking kidding me right now,” youre desprate to find an explanation for this. The island is between the two of you, his head tilting to the side, the open mouth of the mask mocking you as he takes slow steps around the marble. You're matching his every move, both of you circling the kitchen like two fighters waiting for the ding of a bell. 

The door rattles again, the sound making you yelp, hand pressed to your racing heart. It's the distraction you need to bolt right through the kitchens arch way and run to the front door. 

You're moving so fast you have little time to slow down, partially slamming into the door, fingers fast to twist the locks. 

As soon as it's opened you're standing face to face with another ghostface mask, his black clad outfit sticking to his figure as he towers over you, phone hovering right over the mask's gaping mouth. “Hum not out the front door i guess,” 

You try to slam the door shut but his boot clad foot moves fast catching it right before it could close completely. Spinning you run towards the stairs, the sound of their following footsteps close behind. The door to the bedroom is still wide open as you barrel through turning around and throwing the door closed and twisting the lock. 

But it's only a moment of relief when you feel a hand clasp around your mouth. Your scream is muffled from their fingers, your eyes closing as if that would fix the situation, the phone in your hand falling to the floor, “Shhh it's okay,” Kai whispers, a strong arm wrapping around your middle pulling you closer to him. 

The weight is lifted off your shoulders hearing his voice, hands wrapping around the one covering your mouth to tug it away. “What is going on?” you ask, pulling yourself away from him. your back is to the door and he steps closer backing you right up against it. 

“Didn't you say you found it kinda hot, the whole fear thing?” he asks, leaning close enough to kiss, “i wanted to make it extra special for you, and you don't mind if we all share you, right?” his knuckle lifts your chin up so you’re eye to eye, nose to nose, his normal shy smile turned devilish. “All you have to do is say no,” 

It was crazy to say yes. your heart still pounding, breathing only just starting to regulate, and yet you want him, you want them. “I-I don’t- I don’t want to say no,” 

“Then don’t,” he pushed his whole body against yours, engulfing you in his warmth, taking you for another kiss like you hadn’t left the room at all. You don't even notice him unlocking the door, not until the knob is shaking against your back. 

Kai pulls you towards the bed, the closet doors behind him open showing the empty space with a lone camera on a tripod. The red light looking back at you like a warning, you looked right down the barrel of the lens wondering if you would ever see this again, and praying that you did. Kai fit his fingers over you eyes, “don't look at it, don’t think about its there,” 

You hear a chuckle, so similar to the one over the phone, only without the filter. Now so easily recognizable as yeonjun, you can picture the way his mouth looks as he does it, his canines on display as he smirks. You don't even have to see him to know, you've known all of them so long you're sure one touch and you could guess who was who. And with both of kais hands on your eyes the brush of someone's fingers on your cheek lets you know exactly who it is. Soobins hands are the softest of the bunch and your face tilts in his direction. “Soobin?”

he lets out a huff of a laugh, “you caught me. And you know it's kind of rude not to open the back door when we come knocking,” 

“You scared me,” it's a soft confession that they all chuckle at. 

“Did we?” beomgyu teases, so much closer than you expected, the ghost of his touch going up your arm, goosebumps popping up along the trail. 

Your senses are on overdrive, pulse loud enough to be heard if one listens close enough, every little thing heightened by your fading fear and covered eyes. You feel a hand slip down your stomach stopping right before your panty line, a single finger sliding under the waistline to pull it and let it snap back against your skin. You jolt from the contact, body flush with kai’s, his hard cock pressed to your back. 

You hear rustling from the closet, and kai lets you go, letting you see yeonjun taking the camera in hand. He's adjusting the viewfinder, the others standing in a circle around you, it should be intimidating, the masks off now, looking at you like you're something to eat. It's taehyun that steps forward first, thumb reaching out to drag across your bottom lip. You open your mouth letting him press the digit flat against your tongue. 

“You’ll be good for us, won't you?” he asks, and you close your mouth sucking his finger as you nod. He smirks, “i want first,” 

It's all he says before he's pushing you down on the bed. It's so quick the air is almost knocked right out of you, your hands scrambling to find purchase on the beds duvet cover. It's almost a shame how wet you already are, the way your panties are cut away, the cold knife in taehyuns free hand only just brushing your skin. The fabric tossed around from person to person. “I did most of the work,” kai adds as you bury your face into the sheets, “she wouldn't be this prepped if i didn't start early,” 

“And that's why you have to wait,” “You didn't even get her off,” they talk over each other.  

“You guys didn't give me time!” kai tries but they ignore him when you give a sharp whine. 

Taehyun shoves his fingers right into you, your body so willing to take him in. but you hear his belt being undone with one hand, and it's a shame you cant see the way his cock looks from this angle, because as he pressed the tip right at your entrance, slick fingers helping to lude up his veiny shaft, you can tell he's going to be the perfect stretch. 

Your moan as he sinks into your warm heat is echoed by the rest of them, a choir of the perfect voices turned husky and wanting. “Holy shit,” teahyun breathes his hand pressed right to your lower back, your feet dangling right off the edge of the bed, toes only just barely touching the ground. 

“Doesn't she feel amazing?” kai asks, “fuck i bet she fits like a fucking dream,” gyu adds as he walks over to the other side of the bed climbing in to lay against the headboard. His zipper was already undone, pants low on his hips as he watched you get pounded into. 

Because tae was not holding back anymore, it felt like he had been waiting all night for this exact moment, to chase his high without question. And your pussy was so welcoming, sucking him in, practically begging for his cum. 

Yeonjun walked around the bed, zeroing the camera in on you as your legs bend, heel of your feet pushing on taes thighs. Taehyun wraps his hands in your hair, tugging your head back, extending your throat to the camera, arching your back just right, “i want to be able to watch back how you looked while i fucked you okay?” 

“Oh, look at that, huening marked up our toy already,” soobin reaches out a finger, tracing over the hickey kai had left on your skin, your eyes were wide and begging as you watched him, mouth caught open in a moan as taes thrusts turned sloppy. “Fuck, look at that mouth,” 

yeonjun bent down to catch the image. “I think someone needs to fill it,” 

Soobin didn't need to be told twice. He was tugging his cock out of his jeans, leaking precum already dotting the tip as he gave it long languid strokes. Your mouth was already watering at the sight, knowing taking him down your throat would be a task but one you wouldn't back away from. 

But taehyun was already cumming, orgasm cresting as he slammed his hips into your ass, cock twitching as he let out a deep rumbling moan. He let go of your hair, head falling forward into the duvet as he stilled inside you pressing as close as he could get, the tip of his cock hitting you just right as he spilled inside you. 

“I want next!” gyu calls out, raising his hand like he knows the answer to a question. 

“No-” soobin starts but beomgyu is already moving from his stop on the bed as taehyun pulls out, the gush of warmth leaving your cunt dripping down your thighs. Yeonjun is quick to catch the sight on film. 

“Look at that,” it sounds so endearing coming from him, a true sight to behold as you whine from the feeling of being empty. You feel like a ragdoll as soobin pulls on you, tugging you further up the bed so that you're on your hands and knees in front of him. 

“Open,” his tip is already prodding at your lips. You feel the bed dip behind you, gyu finding his place as he drags his fingers through the leaking cum traveling down your legs, he does his best to shove it right back into you, fingers dragging over your clit, circling it as soobin shoves his cock right into your mouth. 

You give a muffled yelp, tongue flattening to make it easier for him to slide in and out of. His head is rolling back, hair spilling around his ears as he moans. He twists his fingers in your hair, both hands wrapping around your head to bob you up and down on his dick like his own personal toy. You're nails dig into the sheets, the sloppy sounds of him fucking your throat taking up the most sound. 

Beomgyu keeps one hand on your clit and the other guides his cock into you, he's quick to snap his hips forward sending you forward on soobin, until you're choking for air. Moans sending vibrations up along soobins shaft. His eyes tighten, needing to pull away before he cums too quickly, face flushed red as rivulets of your saliva still connect you to him. 

The constant pressure put on your clit from beomgyus fingers has your stomach tightening in knots. Now that you're not taking soobin in beomgyu picks up his pace, the skin on skin slapping sounds melding with your whines. “I want you to cum for me, i want to be the first one to make you cum, please,” he sounds so desperate, not matching the way he drills into you, tip hitting your cervix in a mix of painful pleasure. He can feel your fluttering walls, every particularly hard thrust making your cunt react just right. And when you cum hes a blubbering mess, “fuck fuck fuck-” not expecting to cum so fast, but youre drawing it out of him, with each little sound you make. He's almost embarrassed by how long he cums for, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder blade, his dick pulsing inside you, curses turning to nonsense, the drawn out, “fuuu- ahh, ah,”  

“Look at how pretty she looks when she cums,” yeonjun smiles, bringing the camera close to catch the way you are trying to blink the spots from your vision, “soobin next? Or maybe kai? Both of them seem to have waited so long for you,” 

Kai leans back against the dresser, arms crossed as he watches you, expressionless as he follows the shape of your body. Only one of your tank tops straps are on, your breasts already spilling out from the thin fabric, soobins eyes caught on your peaked nipples as he strokes himself. But you look back over to huening, the way he's standing there like he's unaffected at all. But you know it's not true, not when he's straining in his pants, the bulge itself drives you insane. “Hyuka?” 

The shyness in your voice is what does it for him, beomgyu only just pulling out of you with a hiss. More cum dribbling out as he pushes his hair back looking at his handiwork. Yeonjun is right next to him too, getting the perfect shot. 

Taehyun languidly lounges back against the headboard, cock still hard as it rests against his stomach, hand wrapped around the base as he watches you. It distracts you enough not to see kai moving replacing gyus spot. 

Kai wraps his hand in your hair but unlike taehyun he forcefully pushes your head down into the mattress. The whole mit of his hand cups your skull, your whimper making him chuckle. His free hands traced up your side, slipping under your tank top as he feels along your skin. “You know I was thinking about this the whole walk back after our study night?” his hand dips down fingers sliding along your wetness, “i kept thinking about how perfect it would be to absolutely ruin you,” 

You're already sensitive from finishing already and kai can tell as your thighs tremble but it wont stop him from pinching your clit. Your hips push back against him, yelping as he goes on to rub circles over the bundle of nerves. “Seeing it happen- watching you get used as a little cum dump is so much better than I ever imagined,” he works your clit, building up his speed until your back is arching, nails biting into your palm as you feel your orgasm building too quickly. You're trying to rock back into his hand but the way he has you bent helps very little. Your cries heighten until he pulls it all away. 

“No huening please!” 

“Aww how cute, she's begging,” beomgyu laughs and you're whimpering in response. 

“Kai…please!” 

“You're already doing so well because i want you begging to be filled with my cum, crying from how badly you want it,” his hand goes back to your cunt, pressing into your clit rubbing at a pace that has you seeing stars, your hands scratch out for looking for anything to hold onto. Yeonjun takes your hand in his keeping the camera facing your reaction as your eyes roll back. Its in the middle of your climax that kai pushes his cock into you, finding a punishing rhythm as he fucks you into the matterss. 

“Beg for it,” he growls, hand in your hair twisting in the strands. You can feel him all the way to your throat, stretched out so good, he presses right into your gspot like he was made for you. 

“P-please- hyuka i need it- i-” you cant even get the words out anymore, the squeaking of the bed building as he increases his speed. You can hear the wet sounds of the other boys jerking off, “i want your c-cum, i need it,” 

“Louder,” yeonjun mutters in front of you, your death grip on his hand not loosening anytime soon. 

“I want it! I need your cum, please!” But Huenings is so lost chasing his own high that he drops his hand from your clit to grab your hip, his bruising hold and brutal thrusts making you cry out. 

Beomgyu reaches down under you, fingers finding just the right rhythm to send you over the edge at the same time kai cums. His faltering thrusts and throaty moans makes you feel weak. Your cunt is strangling his cock, his release pushed as deep as he could get it into you. When he pulls out you collapse onto the bed, completely used up. 

It feels never ending body too tired already when you feel soobin climb into the bed. He lays right behind your exhausted form, both of you on your sides facing yeonjun, “look who's next, do you think you could get another one out of her? I hear you're only a freak in theory and not practice,” 

But soobin doesn't take the bait, one hand sliding under you and wrapping around your chest, hand coming up to cup your breast, fingers twisting your hard nipple, and the other lifting your leg to get better access to your leaking cunt. Your thighs are so sticky soobins fingers slip on his hold, having to tighten his grip to make sure he can keep you open. He's been ready since the start, his cock aching as it prods your now puffy swollen cunt, so used you're sure you would be sore for days. 

When he sinks in your whimpers are so soft they are hardly heard. Yeonjun is kneeling on the floor, arm holding the camera resting on the bed. He captures the way soobins dick slides in with ease, no resistance now with how much slick is coming out of you. Every drag of soobins cock comes away stained in white. A ring of the combined cum circling the base, balls sticking to your skin with every thrust. 

His breathy moans are lost against your neck, pitiful little sounds before he's muttering, “im sorry, oh god- im-” 

“Don't you dare cum yet,” yeonjun warns soobin, who pauses his thrusts trying to listen but can't find it in him to restrain. Yeonjuns fingers pinch at your clit, your whole body reacting to the feeling, jolting you back to life as you cum. soobin unable to handle the pressure and is a complete mess, whimpering as he pulls you closer, hugging you as if he could merge bodies. 

It took him a while to finally pull out, a much needed break for only a few breaths before yeonjun passes the camera to taehyun to keep the filming going. You can feel the weakness all the way down to your bones, sure if you stand you could collapse to the floor, legs too weak to hold you up. But yeonjun is looking at you like you're being served on a silver platter, all done up with all the best fixings. 

“Best for last huh?” he grins climbing over you brushing under your eye to catch a single tear that's fallen from your overstimulation. “Its so fun to see you so dumb on cock, so unlike how we usually see you,” 

You hum in response as he pushes your legs open, hands at the back of your knees pushing them to your chest. When he puts them over his shoulders you whimper, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck as he sinks into your wet heat. Bent in half you feel your toes curling, sure that if you came one more time you would be better off sleeping for the next year. “I think this is good practice, don't you?” he asks like you'll respond to him with anything other than a string of muffled whimpers. Your body is coated in a thin layer of sweat, sticking to his skin as he takes a slow pace. It's like he's apologizing, lips peppering across your cheek, down your neck. “We’ll keep you so happy, stuffed full like you deserve. Would you like that?” 

You're nodding, eyes closing as he uses you. You don't even notice the way your body is reacting, that slow rise of your next orgasm building up, “i-” you can’t think about cumming again already feeling so dumbed out. 

“Hum? Are you going to cum, pretty?” he picks up his pace, sinking his hips and hitting you right against your g spot. Your head rolls back as it washes over you, body tightening until you feel like you’ve combusted into little particles. “Oh look at that, so perfect for me, your pussy feels so good when it's squeezing me like this,” it's all he says before he’s trembling, a guttural moan taking over as he cums, you swear you can feel its warmth spreading throughout you. And when he pulls out he takes the camera back from taehyun focusing it in on the sight of all the combined release staining your folds. 

“Look at how she pushes it out,” beomgyu says, mesmerized by the way you look leaking so much cum. But it's Kai who leans down, fingers collecting anything he can before shoving all the cream right back into you. “Its almost like she wants us to fuck it right back in,” 

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[akalyndraw]

It's a little late but happy Mother's Day! I take this opportunity to introduce LeoYur's future babies, twins Laia and Lia and little brother Jul. I'll take the opportunity to write about them ^^

It's a good time to remember that Yura's eye color is brown 🤎 the olive green is actually contact lenses (she doesn't see well far away)

Yura and Leona's children:

Twins - Laia (🐆) & Lia (🌺):

Age: 9 years old

Birthday: June 15

Birthplace: Sunset Savanna

Eye color: Esmerald

Hair color: Dark Brown

Favorite Food: Meat (🐆) Lasagna (🌺)

Hobby: Training (🐆) Singing (🌺)

Dislike: Salad(🐆🌺) and insects(🌺)

Younger brother - Jul (🐾):

Age: 7 years old

Birthday: October 8

Birthplace: Sunset Savanna

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Dark Brown

Favorite Food: Beef liver

Hobby: Read

Dislike: Noise and people talking behind one's back

The twins are a bundle of energy that came into 🌼🦁 life when they least expected it on one of their trips, but it was the greatest joy for both of them. Both have outgoing and curious personalities, Laia can be the more whimsical one. She likes to tease her brother and father, plus she has fun doing little mischiefs here and there, however this gets her in trouble almost every time. On the other hand, Lia is kinder although she follows her sister in her mischief, she is the “voice of conscience” (which Laia never listens to)

They are the female version of their father in appearance.

🐆: She is very smart and strong for her age. She enjoys watching her father's and the rest of Sunset Warrior's workouts. Occasionally she trains by imitating the movements of others, she likes adrenaline and is surprisingly good at leadership (in the future she becomes leader of the Sunset Warrior) Despite her personality she has a good heart.

🌺: cheerful girl, she will always greet you with a smile. Like her sister she is quite intelligent however she prefers to avoid physical training and instead rehearse her singing in the palace gardens next to her mother while she draws. She excels in creativity and perseverance, she often gets into trouble with her sister but you couldn't be too angry with them for too long, you won't resist her puppy look.

The arrival of the little princesses at the palace was a joy for everyone. Cheka and Falena were constantly dropping by as babies to bring them presents. Leona is a bit protective of them so she tries to get them to leave quickly. They are the darlings of the place, if any cookies are missing from the kitchen the chefs already know who they were. Kifaji even let out a few tears when he saw them and they both took his fingers in their little baby hands. Whenever she gets the chance she will spend time with them and tell them stories about their father.

🐾: Unlike his sisters, he has a calm personality and a normally stoic expression. He wants to grow up fast and be like his father, whom he admires a lot because of the stories his mother used to tell him. Despite the admiration and love he feels for his father, he is more attached to his mother, although he tries to act more mature, he is still a child. His ears and tail always give away his true emotions even if he seems disinterested in something.

He secretly asked Kifaji to teach him how to play chess so that he could play with 🦁 later and surprise him. You can find him in the royal library or somewhere quiet reading/studying

He is a polite little gentleman but if he sees his sisters nearby he will run away quickly (they like to bother him, often interrupting his study time)

His magic took quite a while to show up, which made everyone worried since 🌼 lacked magic and they thought he couldn't use it either. It was basically his worst moment, as he always wanted to use magic since he was little and even started hiding to practice more hours.

However, one day he heard some employees talking bad about his mother and since Leona could choose someone better, then he got angry and his magic woke up, making a mess of the surroundings (unintentionally because he still didn't control it).

Yura was left alone with him tending to the small wounds on his arms and they talked. Jul never blamed or felt resentment towards his mom, more than anything, he wanted to be strong to defend her and his sisters. To be a reliable brother and son. Little by little, although it was hard, he practiced with Leona until he mastered his magic power.

I've gone on quite long 😅 but here I leave the basics, I have the story of the three brothers overdeveloped in my mind hehe

As a spoiler they enter NRC in the future!

[buckyalpine]

i feel like bucky definitely gives off like horny teenage vibes but times that by ten. like maybe y/n and bucky finally get together after the whole “will they won’t situation” and the minute bucky sleeps with y/n i feel like since he’s been so touched starved for like 70+ years that he’s like the most insatiable, kinkiest man y/n has ever been with , he’s touchy, he’s needy (in the best way possible) and all of the avengers are like “i’m glad you’re happy bro but put your dick away and get your hands out of your pants” and then he’s like “no”

18+ All the incoming smut. I need a cold shower wtf, this is so hot, is this even allowed? The answer is YES. yes it is. Bucky gives 10000% horny teenage energy and with that serum in his veins?

The will they won't they situation drives Bucky insane because it's gone on for long enough. He's been pining after you, too shy to actually spit it out, taking what he can get in those feeling moments you share. Lingering touches during training. Longing stares across the room. Late night talks where you're both too close to be just friends but you're not quite anything more either.

Bucky airs on the side of caution when it comes to you until he sees another man trying to get your attention from where he's seated at the bar. He's spent enough nights alone with his hand between his legs, tugging and pawing at his cock for some type of relief, surges of jealousy absolutely crush those feelings of shyness he had. By the end of the night, he has you naked in bed and he's ready to take you apart every which way but you're just too fucking pretty and he realizes he needs to be touched more than ever.

Bucky is the neediest baby on the planet, he's greedy, trying to touch every bit of you all at once. He doesn't have time to feel shame, to try and act like this is something he does on the regular. Honestly, he doesn't care that he's practically humping you like a little puppy, his hips rocking against your bare cunt, cock perfectly slotted between your folds.

"It's so fuckin' hard, angel" He moans against your neck, one hand squeezing your waist, the other reaching up you to tug your nipples. "My cock is so fuckin' hard cause of you"

He hasn't felt anything this soft in years and he's putty in your hands. He feels so sensitive all over, letting you push him onto his back so you can kneel between his thighs, your mouth so dangerously close to where he needed you so bad.

"Wait-wai-oh God, fuckkk meee" Bucky's head is thrown back with the deepest groan when you take his flushed tip into your mouth, dribbles of precum wetting your already silky tongue. He nearly shoots when you pull off with a pop and dip down to play with his sac, your warm mouth so much different from his hand.

"Oh my god my balls are so fuckin' heavy, yeah just like that baby, never had em' sucked before, fuck I- m'cumming!" His back arches and he has to careful not to clamp his legs shut as he starts to cum without warning. His hips thrust up against the air and his hands rush down to hold onto your head as he practically rubs his balls against you.

"Let's empty your cock, baby" You coo when his orgasm starts to slow, your hand coming up to wrap around his now semi hard cock. Your slow strokes cause spurts to dribble out and he starts to get harder against your palm.

"Shit, m'getting hard again baby, put it in your pussy, c'mon please angel, wanna feel it, it's been so long" Bucky's always considered himself a dominant man but that was until it came to you. He was definitely going to redeem himself but not tonight. Tonight he was just a needy slut for you and he was going to own every bit of it.

He spreads apart his thighs more for you to see how big and hard he is, not like you didn't know. He's pouting with those flushed cheeks, pupils blown, pawing at your body to get on top.

"Can I suck your boobs, wanna suck em' so bad, fuck-c'mere, put your nipples in my mouth angel, feed me those perfect breasts with my cock in you"

"Ready Jamie?-

"Yeah, yeah please, m'ready I promise, I'll be good, my balls are full again, feel them, please, wanna empty my cock" You hush his needy whines, reaching behind and cupping his sack with a smirk on your face.

"S'full again baby?"

"So full" He nods, his jaw falling slack when you start to sink down on him, chest heaving, how the fuck was he already ready to blow, there was no way-

"FUCKKKK" He cried out, shoving his hips up so he was stuffed all the way, pulling you down and rolling over, giving you sloppy thrusts while cum spilled from his sensitive head.

"Don't even think I came this fast the first time I touched myself" Bucky mumbles against your neck, practically purring while basking in the best post orgasm haze he's ever felt. He loves the smell of raw sex filling the room, your combined arousal the best thing on the planet. He's not ashamed from cumming multiple times, hardly lasting, making such a sticky mess on the bed.

He's too busy getting in all his needy cuddles while you baby him like he deserves, kissing his forehead and rubbing his back, cooing at the way he hugs you extra tight.

But it doesn't stop there.

Bucky is insatiable and after finally getting a taste, he's not going to stop now.

"For fucks sake Barnes" Sam shakes his head seeing Bucky make out with you while your perched on the kitchen island, the sight sort of wholesome except he can see the way the soldier is slotted between your thighs. Your legs wrap around him and Bucky's hips are rutting against your core, shamelessly trying to hump you, barely muffled groans slipping past his lips. If rubbing his dick on you was all he could get, then he'd fuckin' take it without a question.

It wouldn't be the first time.

You'd been caught more than once in the middle of missions. Bucky knew he was down bad when he was injured once and forced to just keep surveillance over a mission you were leading. He was watching everything on a large screen, lasting all of 5 minutes watching you in combat unless he couldn't handle the ache between his legs anymore. At first he hid what he was doing pretty well.

Then you sliced someone's neck and-

"Oh fuck me!"

"You better be shot, stabbed or missing an eyeball" Sam hissed through the coms while Tony's cackled crackled through, everyone's frequency synced to keep in contact.

"Sounds like he's the one whose about to shoot-

"FUCK BOTH OF YOU"

"MMPH" Bucky didn't bother responding, continuing to jerk his cock off while watching his gorgeous girlfriend.

"I know you're happy with y/n, and I'm happy for you both, trust me, but for the love of God can you please get your hand out of your pants?!"

The muffled groan that follows has Sam contemplating letting his wings fall off mid flight. Steve nearly gets stabbed with how distracted he is.

-

"Does Barnes every put his dick away?" Clint snorts hearing the muffled sounds of the bed hitting the wall from Bucky's room and seeing as you're nowhere to be found, it's clear what's happening.

"No. No he does not"

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Love you better- H.JS

So, LATAM Jisung did something to my heart and I had to write something for him 🫠 I was supposed to also post uno and chill part 2 today but I accidentally fell asleep during the afternoon and since it's already late, I won't be able to finish it. Good thing I have a long holiday and only come back to uni on Thursday so wait for a lot of updates during the following days (including an Easter special fic 🤭). Nari, if you see this, please don't freak out 😚

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, bros code breaking

Alexa, play Friends With Your Ex by Landon Barker

It all started the night you left Chan.

Not in a dramatic, Hollywoodian explosion. No screaming, no shattered plates, just silence. A final, tired “okay”, and the soft click of a door that didn’t reopen.

You didn’t know where to go, so you walked. It didn’t take long for your phone to buzz.

Hannie: you okay?

That was all it took.

He met you at that 24 hour diner which served bad coffee and greasy bacon slices. Han slid the booth across from you like it wasn’t the middle of the night, like you hadn’t just broken up with his best friend.

He didn’t pry, didn’t ask you why it ended, or if you were okay. He just sat there, gave you his hoodie when you started shivering and let you cry into a plate of pancakes.

And since then, he kept showing up.

You’d text each other more. Stupid jokes bloomed into real conversations. He helped you move boxes out of Chan’s place without asking questions. He made you laugh when no one else could. He gave you rides home late at night because ‘it’s not safe for you to walk'. But he never pushed or crossed a line— he just was there for you, in case you needed it.

Until the night everything changed.

You were sitting in his car parked in some random parking lot. Raindrops tapped against the windows, music playing low. You were wearing his hoodie again and this time, your knees were pulled up in the seat, chin resting on top of them.

“I don’t get it”, you murmured, staring at the blur of city lights outside, “How he just… stopped loving me”

Chan had always been a good man. A kind man. But he was never there. Always at the studio, always putting your relationship last. You didn’t break up with him because you stopped loving him— you did it because he forgot how to love you back.

Han exhaled softly, glancing at you from the driver’s seat, “I don’t think he stopped loving you”, he said quietly, “I think… he just didn’t know how to love you the way you needed”.

That made your chest tighten. You turned toward him, realizing there’s something heavy in his gaze— something he’d been trying not to say for weeks.

“Han…”

He leaned in just a little. Not enough to kiss you, just enough for you to feel the heat.

“I shouldn’t want this”, he said quietly, eyes flicking to your mouth.

“Yeah… you shouldn’t”

“But I do”

You don’t remember who leaned in first. Maybe it was him, maybe it was you. But suddenly, your mouths met like you’ve been starving, like every night he held back, rushed to the surface all at once. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb gently brushing your cheek and suddenly you were kissing him hard.

Messy. Desperate. The car windows started to fog with your breath, your bodies twisting in the cramped front seat. Your legs slid over his lap and his hands grabbed your waist as he tried to stop himself— but he couldn't.

“He never touched you like this, did he?”, he murmured against your neck, teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

“That’s so wrong”, you whispered, but you were already pulling his hoodie off.

“Then why does it feel this good? Why aren’t you stopping me, huh?”, he groaned, voice rough as his lips found your collarbone.

Because the truth was— you were not just kissing Han. You were kissing every stolen glance. Every accidental touch. Every night you wished someone saw you the way he always did.

It was messy, forbidden— everything you were not supposed to want.

But in that moment with Han’s hands under your shirt and his voice whispering your name like you owned him— you finally felt wanted again.

“You’re still not stopping me”, Han breathed, voice hoarse against your skin.

He was right, you weren’t. You should. But your fingers were already tangled in the hem of his shirt, already tugging it up, palms sliding over the warm lines of his stomach as you straddled him in the driver’s seat.

Your breath hitched when your hands traced over his inked skin— his tattoos, surprisingly familiar, mapped out across his muscles.

“God”, you whispered, brushing your fingertips over just under his ribs, “These always drove me crazy”.

Han let out a low groan, eyes closing as he leaned into your touch, “You’ve barely seen them” he said, voice rough.

“I saw enough”, you whispered, lips ghosting over his neck, “I just didn’t let myself want to. It had been three long weeks, you know”

His hands found your hips like instinct when you grinded down on his lap, head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck”, he groaned.

You kissed him again, your teeth clashing slightly. He moaned into your mouth like he didn’t care that this was sinful. Bros code? He barely remembered it existed.

His hands were everywhere— trailing up your thighs, gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt until he gripped your bare waist like he needed to hold on or he’d have lost himself completely.

“We can’t do this, Yn… Tell me to stop”, he said suddenly, breath shaking.

But your reply was a soft, “Don’t stop”, whispered into the curve of his neck. You didn’t want him to stop, not when he touched you like that.

You rolled your hips over his lap slowly and he let out the filthiest sound you’ve ever heard from him.

Han’s hands gripped you tighter, his jaw clenched. “Jesus”, he muttered, kissing down your jaw, “You’ve been in my head for weeks. Every time you looked at me like you needed me… I couldn’t think straight”

You whimpered as he slid his hand under your bra, gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples. He pulled your shirt up, just enough to kiss the curve of your chest, hot and desperate, leaving a purple stain there. Even though it was sloppy and frantic, it made you cry out his name.

“Hannie…”

That definitely did something to him. His eyes flicked up, then he pulled you back in for another kiss— this time deeper, filthier, full of tongue and need and everything he’d been holding back.

You could feel how hard he was beneath you, straining in his jeans, as you rocked down again, dragging a soft whine from his throat.

“You keep doing that and I’m not gonna last”, he growled.

“I don’t want you to last”, you whispered, “I just want you to”

He let out a harsh exhale, more like a curse, then leaned forward. “Backseat”, he muttered, eyes dark with lust, “Now”.

You crawled over, and he followed right behind, pulling the door shut with one hand and dragging your hips into his lap again. This time, it was faster, hungrier. He slid your panties down your thighs without fully undressing you, and the thrill of it made your pulse race.

His fingers slid between your legs, and he cursed under his breath. “Damn, you’re soaked”

You arched into his touch, head falling back. “This is so bad”, you pant, “So, so… ah… wrong”

“Then why…”, he murmured, kissing the corner of your lips as he sank two fingers inside you without any warnings, “Does it feel so fucking good?”

You gasped, grinding down against his hand, and he watched you unravel, like he was trying to memorize every twitch, every moan, every part of you.

He fucked you with his fingers slow at first, curling them just right, until your hips were jerking and your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Let me make you forget him”, he whispered.

And god, you did. You fell apart in his lap with his name on your lips, and when you came down, trembling and breathless, he already got his jeans undone, already guiding you on him with a look that said: ‘Please, just this once, let me have you’.

You took him teasingly slow. As you sank down on him, your fingers clutched the back of the seat, lips parted in shock at how good it felt— how right it felt even when it shouldn’t.

His hands held your hips, anchoring you as you started to move.

The car rocked, the windows fogged and the world outside disappeared.

All that was left was Han— his body, his voice, his mouth. The desperate gasps, and whispered curses.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart…. better than I ever imagined”, he groaned, head falling back.

That made you pause, “You… imagined this before?”

With eyes closed shut, he nodded, breath shaky, chest rising and falling fast. “Every time something went wrong”, he whispered, voice wrecked. “Every time he ignored your feelings cause he was at the studio. Every time you showed up glowing in a new dress and he barely looked at you before saying you looked pretty cause he had a deadline”

A choked sound escaped him— half groan, half confession— as he thrusted into you again. “Fuck… every time I thought, ‘I could be better for her. I could actually make her happy’ “.

Your eyes stung. From the overwhelming pleasure but also from him. From the way he was baring himself to you in a way no one else ever has.

You blinked, lashes heavy with tears, a lump forming in your throat. And then you kissed him. Hard. Deep. With everything— every buried feeling, every confused moment over the past few weeks.

You kissed him like he was the only thing that made sense in the middle of the wreckage you’d been walking through. And he kissed you back like he’d been waiting years. Like this was a secret he was finally allowed to speak.

His thrusts started to lose rhythm, stuttering, desperate, like he was chasing the edge just as hard as you were. The windows were completely fogged now, your skins slick with sweat, your hands gripping his shoulders like they’re the only solid thing left in the world.

You were so close it hurt, each grind sending heat spiraling low in your belly, pressure curling tight until you gasped, eyes wide and unfocused.

“Fuck, I’m…” you started, but he cut you off.

“I know, me too, just come with me”

And when he reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, all while looking at you like you were the whole sky, that was what tipped you over. Your body tensed, then unraveled all at once— hot and shuddering, pleasure crashing over you in waves so strong you almost forgot to breathe.

He followed with a low moan of your name, hands gripping your hips as he came, pulling you down hard against him one last time.

Everything went silent, save for the sound of your panting breaths and the soft hum of the car engine.

You were still wrapped around him when he murmured, “I meant it, you know”

You blinked, heart still racing, “What?”

“All of it”, he said, voice low. “I know it is still soon, but I could be better for you. I want to be. I want to make you happy”

Your chest tightened. No one had ever said something like that after sex. Not to you, not like that.

You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his, and whispered, “You already are”

Han smiled, lazily and crooked, and then he added, “Also… you definitely ruined my backseat forever”

You laughed, breathless and full of something bright and warm and real. “Worth it, tho” you say.

“Guess we’ll just have to use the front seat next time”, he grinned.

You laughed harder this time, still tangled together, still flushed and bare and glowing. And then, you realized:

You might be completely fucked up

But maybe… you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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[cvntybrat]

stand by me

you and kento aren't too far apart in age. kento being just about three years older than you, you two grew up around the same things–more or less.

something you really valued within your relationship with kento was how much of an old school lover he was. from randomly bringing you flowers when he came home from work, to wanting to make sure you were taken care of in every way, shape and form.

you two are out for some errands? he'll be carrying the bags before you could even touch them. about to walk through a door? don't worry about all the germs on the handle because kento will open it for you. at a restaurant and you're about to pull out your own seat? don't even bother. kento's already pulled the chair out, waiting for you to sit down.

he's the dictionary definition of 'gentleman'.

the point is, nanami kento, is an old school man.

when you first met him, you vividly remembered how much he loved collecting vinyls and record players. they started off as jazz and a bit of classical–soon, they became love songs. he only started collecting vinyls about love songs a few months into your relationship. down the line during the relationship, you remembered asking him a silly question,

"what if you grow old and–like die? would you be afraid?"

and you remember him telling you,

"hm, i'll have to come back to you on that one."

that was eight years ago. now the two of you were in your mid to late twenties.

the two of you had just moved into a new home. a four bedroom house, which the two of you had spent almost two weeks unpacking and you were finally getting to the final stretch of the last few boxes.

you had gotten to your childhood boxes that you haven't seen since you had moved out of your parents' home–when you had spotted something familiar. something you haven't seen in a very long, long time.

"ken, look what i found."

"yes, my love?"

you were holding a vinyl by ben e. king that kento had given you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. it was leaning against all of the other little trinkets and stuffed animals he's given you throughout your teen years. the vinyl case had your name in his writing, and at the bottom it said,

'no i won't be afraid, just as long as you stand by me.'

"would you look at that."

"you think it would play?" you ask, but before you could even get an answer, you stand up abruptly making kento sputter out worries which you, unfortunately, ignore. you place the vinyl down on the record player sitting on a shelf nearby, as kento stands behind you, his grip gentle on your hips, but steady.

eventually, 'stand by me' by ben e. king starts playing. the soft, yet scratchy sound of the music brought back so many memories to the two you. you turn around, his hands loosening, but never letting go of you.

"are you still afraid?" you teased.

"no. you're still beside me," he bends down kissing your heavily pregnant stomach. "and so will they."

notes: oh my god. this lowkey made me feel some type of way im not gonna lie. BROOOOOOOOOO MY CHEST HURTS

update: reread this and this is still gutwrenching im sobbing

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[huhmiya]

INNOCENT GIRL | matt sturniolo

pairing: bf!matt x f!reader

summary: you have always been an innocent girl to everyone, but matt has noticed your attitude and actions, which led him to punishing you.

warning: smut, dom!matt, swearing, p in v, pet names (slut, baby, love, darling, bad girl, bitch), unprotected sex, hair pulling, use of y/n, crying, nipple playing, dirty talking, blow job, rough sex, bratty y/n.

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest. agh, a bit rushed and late to say but I’m so happy that the sturniolo triplets are at 7M

WORDS: 2.6k

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you - pink | matt - blue

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Matt adored you deeply and always made sure you felt that. He appreciated your gentle nature and how much of a kind hearted person you were.

He was always tender with you, knowing you were sensitive to touch, making sure to handle you with care.

Though there were times when he let his anger get the best of him and was harsh with you, he always regretted it and made amends by doing whatever you wished since he made you feel horrible about yourself.

Recently, he noticed you becoming more distant and acting rudely towards others. He reached a breaking point and decided to give you space.

Leaving you alone in his room, he went to record a YouTube video with his brothers in the kitchen, hoping that some time by yourself would help you return to your usual self.

While you scrolled through your phone, you could faintly hear Matt and his brothers laughing, sparking your curiosity. However, you chose to block out the noise by putting on headphones, not wanting to engage with anyone at that moment for reasons unknown.

You were listening to your shuffle mix but it seemed like it passed quickly due to Matt entered the room which meant he finished recording. You didn't even bother to say hi, but he knew you noticed him.

He huffed and left you to it, grabbing his sweatpants to change. He didn't mind if you were looking or not, as you had seen him like this before.

You didn't dare glance at him, and Matt had a feeling you wouldn't. He stayed silent after changing, then left the room for the bathroom, probably to brush his teeth and take care of business as it was already 11 pm.

"Hey y/n, my brothers and I are going to watch a movie in the lounge... would you like to join?" he asked from the door frame, still brushing his teeth.

You continued scrolling on your phone but gave a thumbs down in response. He rolled his eyes, noticing you were still being dismissive.

After a minute or two of brushing his teeth, he finished and frowned at you, but you hadn't seen his reaction.

“Alright, I'm leaving you here," he wanted to stay with you because he cared about you, but he couldn't handle your attitude and guessed you didn't want to see him.

He decided to leave you be, closing the door behind him. As you took off your headphones, you could faintly hear his footsteps moving away.

You were aware that you were being difficult, but you couldn't help it. Feeling tired and unable to sleep, you found yourself giving everyone the same negative energy.

Before long, Matt returned unexpectedly. You met his gaze with surprise, but remained silent.

"Nick mentioned you might be on, so I brought some chocolate from the cupboard," he said, placing the chocolate next to you and handing you a hot water bottle.

Although you were confused because you weren't expecting him and you weren’t on your period, you appreciated the gesture. You smiled faintly, but remained silent.

"You know what? I want you to say thank you. I'm not going to treat you like a princess when you're behaving like a brat," he snapped, clearly upset by your actions.

You raised an eyebrow, meeting his intense blue eyes as he stood with his arms crossed firmly.

"Well then, thank you," you finally spoke, your voice tinged with sarcasm from lack of use.

He wasn't convinced by your words and struggled to remain calm. "Y/n, baby, if you give me that fucking attitude again, I won't hesitate to make you regret it."

You laughed, aware of your bratty behavior but unconcerned, which only seemed to infuriate Matt more. He watched as you put your headphones back on.

Suddenly, he slammed his bedroom door shut, startling you into thinking he had left. Instead, he approached you, swiftly removing your headphones and snatching your phone before tossing it away, careful not to damage it though.

"Matt, what-" you started to speak, but he hushed you, clearly angry. You weren't going to listen and were about to speak, which led him to harshly pull your hair to get your attention.

"Shut up. What you're going to do is suck my fucking cock until I tell you to stop. I don't care if your throat gets bruised, I'll appreciate the silence," he said in a forceful tone, making sure his brothers wouldn't hear. He tugged your hair before stepping back to expose himself by lowering his sweatpants.

Without saying a word, he intended for you to perform the act, but he sought permission through his eyes. If you truly didn't want to, he would stop. He understood that you were more reserved, so this forceful approach likely left you feeling vulnerable and speechless.

After locking eyes with you, he received a nod, confirming your consent. Without hesitation, he stroked himself to get harder than he guided himself into your mouth as you sat up slightly.

“Want me to stop, then say so." He didn't appreciate your behavior and wouldn't have spoken like this, but he had too since he felt a bit concerned because you weren't accustomed to roughness.

He proceeded to guide you to perform oral sex on him, occasionally causing you to gag.

"If you hadn't been acting like a bitch today, I would have given you whatever you desired. But you had to be a bad girl, didn't you?" he remarked, with a moan escaping him as he felt the warmth of your mouth around his shaft, making him bite his lip to stifle his own sounds of pleasure, mindful of his brothers in the house.

He encouraged you to increase the pace without hesitation, locking eyes with you as he twitched with pleasure, particularly around his erect member.

Sensing his impending climax, you intensified your efforts. You were surprised by how quickly he was reaching the peak, realizing that at this moment, he wasn't as gentle in bed as he had portrayed himself to be.

"If I wanted to, I could bruise your throat, but since I'm feeling generous, I won't. But damn, I really want to," Matt says in a low voice. He makes you take it all which made your eyes watering by the gag you did.

Your nose brushing against his skin as you comply, but soon he ejaculates without warning which makes tears roll down your cheek but not on purpose.

He makes you swallow it, unconcerned about his semen dripping down your chin. He bites his lip, trying not to moan too loudly because of his brothers.

Releasing your hair, he allows you to pull away after you've swallowed, your eyes meeting his. "Matt," you whisper, but he just smirks, wipes the cum off your chin, and makes you suck his thumb.

"You did a good job, darling," he winks before standing up, grabbing a tissue to clean himself before getting dressed.

Your eyes follow his movements as you feel wet, and you know he's aware of it. He chuckles as he heads towards the door.

"I don't reward naughty girls. Maybe if you change your attitude, you might get lucky," he says before closing the door behind him as he goes to join his brothers with the film.

"Matt?!" You called out, speaking quietly instead of shouting, hoping he would hear you. However, he ignored you and sat down with his brothers. You groaned softly and stayed silent.

You decided not to approach him since he was with his brothers. Instead, you lay on his bed, feeling a need for him but trying to ignore it.

You were aware that touching yourself would only intensify your desire for him, as your fingers were not like his. So, you simply chewed on your lips while returning to your phone.

You were still turned on, your lips in a slight pout after biting your lips. You could still feel how wide he was around your lips just moments ago.

You had texted him, but it was evident he was ignoring you. You glanced at your text before getting comfortable on his bed.

You let out a slight groan before sending Matt a few more texts, noticing that he was reading them now but not replying.

Hoping for a message from him, you were interrupted by the sound of the door closing as Matt entered.

"Can't you see I'm watching a movie with my brothers? Do you always have to bother me?" he said with a smile, briefly showing his tongue between his teeth.

You looked at Matt. "But Matt, I'm sorry... I apologize for my behavior," you said, prompting him to laugh at your words as he leaned against his bedroom door for a moment.

"You apologising because you feel it, or because I won't fuck you like I usually do?" he says bluntly, meeting your gaze.

Noticing your silence and the expression in your eyes, he rolls his eyes. "Looking at me like that won't make me feel guilty," even though he finds himself looking at you with desire.

You continue to keep your eyes on him, and he sighs before locking the door and sitting down next to you. "You’ve got on my nerves today, and now you're staring at me like a slut. Screw you," he whispers with a slight smile.

"I mean I am a slut for you," you tilt your head slightly, causing him to adjust his position as he feels his sweatpants getting tighter because of you.

"Don't, y/n," he warns, eyeing you up before closing his eyes briefly and then focusing on your face.

You chuckle softly before running your hand over his chest, slowly moving closer to him as you start to kiss his neck, prompting him to move his head to make it easier for you.

You playfully nibbled on his neck, your hands moving towards his shirt while you create hickeys that he loved, but always got angry about it when he had to film a YouTube video with his brothers, as his fans would find out.

You paused, leaving hickeys which will show later and removed his shirt. Though he tried to stay mad at you for your behavior earlier in the day but your current actions were making him forget all about it.

"Are you really doing this while my brothers are in the other room?" he muttered, knowing that you riding him would make it impossible for him to stay quiet.

"You weren't complaining when I was giving you a blowjob," you teased, kissing his lips to prevent him from responding.

He kissed you back and touched your chest, even though you were wearing a shirt. You focused on his pleasure, ignoring his touch.

He knew you were usually gentle in bed, but the way you kissed him made him want to have his dick in you right then and there. He realized that you were going to be rough for once but he wasn’t gonna allow you to fuck him when he can’t punish you.

You quickly pull away to remove your shirt while Matt deftly unclasps your bra with one hand, a move he has mastered through repeated practice with you.

"Impatient?" you tease, but he silences you with a hush. "I suggest you keep quiet, you're the one in the wrong," he retorts, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"If you try to boss me around, I might just leave you like this," you retort, playfully tapping his nose before removing his sweatpants, revealing his nakedness. You are surprised to find he isn't wearing any boxers.

As you gaze at his throbbing manhood, a smirk plays on your lips. Despite his hips twitching in anticipation, you press him down with your weight.

He grows impatient, enjoying your dominance but craving to be intimate with you. Catching your gaze, he swiftly pins you down and takes charge before you can react.

"Another time, darling," he whispers with a wink, planting a kiss on your neck and fondling your breasts. He then begins to tease your nipples as he harshly bites your neck and licks it.

He pressed his hand over your mouth, stifling your moans. "Hey, stay silent, got it?" he whispered sharply.

You nodded in agreement as he released your mouth. He ceased nibbling on your neck and instead traced his tongue down to your stomach.

Goosebumps erupted on your skin as you brushed his hair away from his eyes. He planted a kiss on your stomach before pulling back.

Meeting your gaze, he proceeded to remove your shorts and underwear simultaneously. His smirk grew as he observed your reaction before kissing the top of your intimate area and withdrawing.

"I'm not going to make it easy for you. I want your apology to be sincere," he declared, firmly grasping your chin to establish eye contact. Your heart raced.

"I'm sorry, I truly am," you whispered, causing him to briefly glance down at his arousal before returning his focus to you. "Say it again," he demanded.

Before you could comply, he forcefully entered you, prompting a loud moan and an arch of your back, followed swiftly by his hand covering your mouth.

He knew you wouldn't stay silent, so he quickly grabbed his shirt and stuffed it in your mouth. Your eyes widened as he spoke. "You need to stay quiet."

Without any warning, he deeply thrust inside you, causing you to moan, though it was muffled.

Although you weren't used to his roughness, you found yourself starting to enjoy it. You whimpered and grabbed his back, scratching it in response.

He groaned, tightly closing his eyes before easing up slightly. His thrusts became faster until he reached his limit of speed.

He continued grunting, keeping it quiet as he was skilled at being dominant. He held your legs to widen them further.

He felt you tighten around him, biting his lip to stifle a loud moan. His hands gravitated to your breasts once more, his thumb stimulating your nipples more intensely.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, the desire evident in your eyes signaling your impending climax. He intensified his thrusts, pushing a few more times before you reached the peak of pleasure.

Your loud moans were muffled by his shirt as he felt you envelop his manhood, prompting him to grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as he continued thrusting until he reached his own climax.

Moaning with his eyes rolling back, both bodies glistened with sweat. He quickly pulled away, watching as his essence leaked out of you.

He gazed at your womanhood as you both caught your breath. Eventually, he turned to you. "Have you learned your lesson?" he inquired, to which you nodded.

He lay down beside you, picking up his phone to text his brothers that he wouldn't be joining them for the movie until he had cleaned both of you up.

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[darkstaria]

Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal Au.

Chapter 5:

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 6.

Sorry for the long weight everyone! I had to binge allll of Stranger Things for a friend's future birthday event and ohhh wow I thought the episodes were gonna be 20 minutes not 40-1hr

Also I suffered a bit of writers block, it happens

But regardless, I hope you all enjoy! ^ ^

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The office was large, sprawling walls contained by an even bigger ceiling. The faint humming of Tim’s computer provided no reassurance, nor did the soft leather of your seat. It felt as if you could sink right into it, and try to fade away. There was a faint aroma of coffee that lingered around the office, but it gave you no solace. It just reminded you of the mistakes you made, to end up here. The elephant in the room.

Tim’s smile was bright, a warm sun. You were burning.

“It’s.. nice to see you again.” You attempted, words stumbling about on your tongue. You couldn't help it, the mere presence of your soulmate sending anxiety skyrocketing down your spine. Why couldn't he just get to the point?

“I didn't really expect my company and Wayne Enterprises to be working together.” You continued, a fake smile plastered onto your face. “What a nice coincidence!”

“I hope for us to have a successful collaboration.” Tim replies, still smiling. “But enough about the companies, it's been so long since I've seen you, and I didn't have your number to text.”

You laugh in response, a pale imitation of a real laugh. You had hoped to focus on discussing the work you both had to do first, and then escape before any catch up talks were attempted. Unfortunately, it appears that Tim won't let you do any actual work before engaging with him.

Your nails dug into your knees, an attempt to stay calm. Your reply was measured.

“Oh are you sure? Surely it would be better to get work on the collaboration done first, then we’ll have all the time left to chat freely.”

“I wouldn't worry about that, really. We’ve got plenty of time together, and I wouldn't be able to work without knowing how you're doing lately. Since you didn't have the time to text, I presume you've been busy?”

“Ah, right! Yes! Yes I have been, busy that is, you know how it is with work. Endless and all that.” You were frustrated at being pushed into a lie already. Tim was in charge here and he knew it.

“Why don't you give me your number then?” His smile was perfect, as flawless as his manipulation. “That way, when you're too busy to remember to message, I can remind you.”

You frowned. Like he didn't know your number already.

Quickly remembering you had to smile, you gave him your number, watching as he slowly typed it in, then texted. Only when you showed you received his text did he relent.

The ‘meeting’ continued on from there, Tim asking about all your hobbies and passions. Time ticked on, daylight turning to evening. Any attempt from you to redirect the conversation to either himself or work was swiftly dismissed. A small part of you admired his skill, he was playing you like a doll. You knew it, but you had no option but to play along. It was like an older sibling playing pretend with the young sibling. You hated the comparison.

The attention was unnerving. Your only solace was that neither of you had soul animals present currently, which was an absolute miracle.

Actually… what if that isn't a coincidence at all? Could this too have been engineered? Was that even possible?

“So then what’s your opinion on..” The sound of Tim’s voice slammed you back to reality. You quickly focused back in, fearing losing any advantage due to a lack of attention.

Abruptly, an alarm sounded, the noise blazing a path through your eardrums. You jolted in surprise. Tim however, was barely rattled. A frown appeared on his face as he glanced at his phone.

“That was the Arkham Asylum breakout alarm. It's no longer safe to go outside.” With these words Tim got up, walking over to the door and opening it.

“What…?” You mumbled, horrified.

“Stay here.” He commanded, a firm tone in his voice. This was Red Robin. “I’m going to check on the building, don't leave, it isn't safe.”

“Wait! But.. the collaboration.. we didn't..” The words rushed out of your mouth, leaving you feeling like a fool as Tim paused for a moment, to look at you.

“Don't worry.” He smiled, the weight of it bearing down upon you. You felt small. “You can just come in tomorrow, I'm sure your company won't mind.” With the final word said, Tim closed the door, presumably rushing off to become Red Robin. The click of the door felt like a dismissal, a scolding. A reminder to stay in your place.

Once again, you were trapped.

You clenched your fists. He wanted you to stay here, in his territory. You didn't doubt that Wayne Enterprises had amazing security, probably some of the best considering the identities of the owners. This was likely the third most safe place in Gotham, with the first and second places going to Batman’s base and Wayne Manor.

But… you haven't learned anything yet. All that time spent with him and somehow he hadn't brought up that singular, obvious fact. There was no way he didn't know, not with the way he was acting. And yet, he hadn't brought it up. Why?

What was he getting out of this?

Was he hoping that if you assumed he didn't know then you could easily be monitored? Was he just gathering information before acting? Where was the rest of the vigilantes in this?

Your head was spinning, going in circles. You couldn't understand him, you couldn't understand any of them. Why choose to be vigilantes, knowing the costs that life endures? Why were you tied to them, when you were so against a fundamental part of their existence?

You couldn't understand this at all. How could this be the basis of a soulmate bond?

You were… opposites.

You felt the telltale beat of an oncoming headache. For your own sanity, you decided to fold the incoming soulmate crisis into a small cavity of your brain to panic about later.

Fact One: There was an ongoing Arkham Asylum breakout, everyone is either being attacked, hiding away or escaping the city.

Fact Two: Batman and all his partners are going to be occupied for at least several hours if not a day.

Fact Three: You were going to take advantage of this.

It was the perfect time. All your soulmates were occupied, so none of them would be able to pay any attention to you. Red Robin might know your identity, and so the other vigilantes may know as well.

That didn't need to matter. They may have the information, but information itself is useless, if they are unable to act.

Right now, any Gothamite that isn't involved with rogues is either hiding or escaping. You could join the escapes, and get out of Gotham in the rush.

You didn't have to stay here, to play the role of a caged bird. You could escape, before they even got a chance.

You had to try.

You suppressed a shaky sigh, getting up and walking to the door. You tried the door handle.

Locked.

Uh oh. You tried it again, and then a few more times after that, shaking the door eventually in your desperation. Oh come on! You desperately thought to yourself. The one time you finally got the perfect chance and it's being ruined by a locked door.

Wait. You glanced at the small window in the door, the beginnings of an idea sprouting in your head. You glance over at Tim’s desk, noticing a small paper weight. You smile.

Lifting the paperweight, you judge the weight to be enough. Holding it up, you get into position to throw.

Wait.. the door has a keyhole, not a sliding chain, you realize, almost too late.

Ah.

Well that would have been embarrassing.

Sadly, you place the paperweight back down. There goes that idea.

But that wasn't the only door in the office, there was another one, the one that the shouting voice left out of. You approach the door, trying the doorknob.

Click!

It opens! Giving a small laugh, you advance through the door and out into the halls of Wayne Enterprises, a jubilant smile on your face. Whoever was shouting at Tim earlier, you almost wanted to thank them.

You avoid the elevators, instead picking stairs, as you presumed they may also be in lockdown. It didn't take you too long to get down to the ground floor, since the main walking areas were now barren of people.

The ground floor had some unfortunate news to offer you though. The once wildly open doors had now been locked down and barred, an iron wall between you and freedom.

Although, maybe there was some other way, you thought, eyeing the anxious security guards patrolling the front entrance.

Pulling out of your hiding spot, you approach the guards, making to time your steps, making noise to not scare them. You really didn't want to get shot before you had even left the safety of the building.

“P-please help me!” You stuttered, trembling with tears in your eyes. The guards jolted in surprise, turning to face you. They were expecting threats from the outside, not the inside.

“I need to get home, I can't stay here.” You sobbed, the guards pausing in confusion. They didn't know what to do with you.

“What’s wrong?” A sympathetic guard asked, patting you gently on the back. You almost felt bad.

“I need to go home!” You repeated, tone frantic.

A disgruntled guard stepped up to you. “Look, no one can leave right now. Company policy. It isn't safe, there's been an Arkham breakout. Just sit tight, and whatever’s waiting for you at home will be there when you get back.”

“N-no…” You mumbled. “You don't understand.. I have.. I have a cat, waiting for me.” You glance up, watching the expressions on their faces. They seem unmoved. “A-and my child!” You cry out, realizing you needed a better lie.

“A child?” The disgruntled guard repeated, sounding a little more sympathetic, but clearly not convinced. He eyed you up and down, evidentially thinking you looked a little too young.

“They're so little, but my cat likes to take care of them and I needed the money so, so I left them at home alone today. But recently they're been figuring out how to open doors and if anything happened to them I don't know what I’d d-” Your frantic lie is cut off, the disgruntled guard laying a hand on your shoulder.

“Alright listen. None of us can escort you, we're here on the job.”

You nodded, feeling exuberation rush through you.

“But if anything happened, run right back here, alright?”

You nodded again, fighting a smile on your face. The guards unlocked the doors, watching you dash out with frowns on their tired faces.

They were obvious to the beaming smirk on yours.

Nights in Gotham are by nature a little terrifying, but they're nothing compared to an Arkham breakout night. Shadows crawled up alleyways, the smell of booze and smoke lingering in a way it never could on normal nights. The terror was so pungent in the air, you could almost taste it. It was on the tip of your tongue.

Every so often you'd hear a scream, and you'd walk a little faster. Ideally you would have committed to the stealth route, but you had wasted enough time already.

Your house was on the way to the bus station, so you could easily pop in, grab essentials, and get out. You wouldn't lie, you were nervous. Every so often you’d feel your knees lose strength, and you'd have to fight with your body to regain the strength to stand.

But at this point it was either the horror of whatever your soulmates had in store for you, or the horrors of Arkham night. You'd already picked your poison, now it was time to swallow.

You took a breath in, then out, and continued walking. You were almost there.

The streets of Gotham stretched on endlessly, a cacophony of fear.

Just a bit longer.

A gunshot sounded nearby, the noise blasting through your eardrum.

Almost there.

The hum of a van's engine rushed through the night, haunting laughter echoing through the road.

You could see your house!

You beamed, a smile lighting up your face, as you practically skipped up to the entrance. You reached into your bag to withdraw your keys.

You had just retrieved them when a crowbar smashed into your head.

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Wow umh, please pray for reader guys, this is NOT going well for them. Who do you think that was?

Me writing shenanigans for this chapter:

I just really feel like reader should smash open this window, let's do it. Wait. They wouldn't have doors that work like that. so reader sadly puts the heavy object down :(

Also me: yeah so reader lies here and it's an absolute mess

Also also me: rip reader that's a lotta head trauma omg

Sorry for the lack of soul animals this chapter :(( there's a reason I swear

The next chapter is definitely gonna be a bit insane, for sure! The soul animals return then anddd in droves!

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[c4tluver02]

Can I request a fluffy Steve Harrington x fem! reader long oneshot where reader is pregnant and they are sitting in the living room watching a movie and all of a sudden, reader feels the baby kick for the first time and reader tells Steve and guides his hand to her stomach and Steve talks to the baby and they are just in awe over feeling the baby kick and they talk about how they can’t wait for their daughter to get here?

baby bump

summary: After finding out the gender of your baby things start to feel real. First time kicks and cravings are the new normal!

warnings: mention of pregnancy, r has long hair, mentions of morning sickness (for like a second), mentions of eating more

wc: 1.3k

a/n: i don't know anything abt being pregnant so if this is wrong lets pretend it isn't!!!! thank u for the request <3

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, neither you or Steve have anything going on allowing for you both to relax on the couch. A movie is playing on the TV and your head is laying on Steve's lap. His fingers thread through your hair and the feeling makes your eyes flutter shut. The movie long forgotten, simply too relaxed in Steve's presence. He’s been working a lot ever since the news of a baby coming so you are soaking up any moments with him. Last week you both found out the gender, a beautiful healthy baby girl. You couldn’t be more ecstatic and Steve was already thinking of the shade of pink to paint the nursery. 

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 “Do you think she would want more of a rustic pink or like a Barbie pink?” Steve asks on the drive home from your appointment. You two have red eyes from crying tears of joy. Hearing the baby's gender makes everything feel even more real. 

“I think rustic definitely.” You say nodding. The small picture of your ultrasound in your hand. 

“I think so too, I’ll have to start looking for a crib. Think the guys would help?” Steve asks, thinking about Jonathan and Eddie. The idea of making a whole new room in just a few months now makes him a little stressed. 

“Oh totally and Eddie owes me a favor for eating my cheeseburger the other day.” It was a simple mix up, he ate your sandwich instead of his own. But in the moment tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“I know Rob will help with the paint and picking out furniture. I still have to call her to tell her the news.” He says giving your thigh a squeeze from excitement. When he found out you were pregnant he told Robin right away. She came over the next day with gifts and candy for you. 

You looked at him with a large grin. Filled with excitement and happiness that you are having a baby and that Steve is Steve. A perfect partner and soon to be dad. 

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You knew no matter what Steve would be a great dad, but knowing he will be a girl dad just clicks in the most perfect way. Already infatuated with you, he won't be able to say no to your new baby girl. 

Steve was already so great with you. Quick to be by your side when you have any sickness– despite you trying to shoo him away the first time it happened. Too scared he would find you gross you made him plug his ears which made him then yell out for you to ask if you were ok. But the more it happened the more he was there and wouldn't take no for an answer. If Steves gonna do one thing it's take care of you. Any late night cravings you had he would get with no complaints. He truly was perfect. Obsessed with your bump always talking to her, like when she was pushing on your ribs and he asked her so sweetly to move. 

Now you're all laid out on the couch half asleep and you feel a weird pain in your stomach. A little jab that was so quick if you were moving you might not have even felt it. The feeling made you shoot up in shock, a hand on your stomach. Steve looked at you with his thick brows raised, concerned. 

“What? What's wrong? Is she okay?” Steve asks quickly as he grabs onto your wrist. Like he needed to know the answer right away.

He finally took a breath when he saw a big smile appear on your face. You grab his hand and gently place it on your bump in a certain location. “She just kicked me.” You say it almost in a whisper like if you said it too loud she'd stop. 

Steve pressed his hand a little firmer to your belly trying to feel the sensation. His eyes are wide and you look at him as you wait for her to do it again.   

As if on cue she kicks again and Steve gasps. “Holy shit she's kicking!” It comes out in a half yell half laugh and he leans in to give you a quick kiss. Too excited, needing to put his energy into something. 

You're both fully sat up now only locked in on the baby's next move. She gives another kick and this time Steve sees your stomach move and stretch from the action. He scrunches his nose up a little. 

“Does that hurt baby? I can tell she’s using all her force.” The way he says it with a concerned but interested tone makes you giggle. 

“Nope.” You say popping the P at the end. “It feels weird but it doesn't hurt.” Your hand is over his holding it to your stomach and Steve can't help but swoon. 

“Maybe she'll be a soccer player? She seems like she has strong legs.” Steve says.

“Hmm, maybe a gymnast? They have really strong legs.” Steve nods at your response and you both lay back on the couch. 

Steve leans down a bit to rest his chin on your stomach. His hand is still on your belly but now he's rubbing it gently. 

“I can’t wait to see what type of personality she'll have.” He says.

Steve looks so pretty right now. Carefully giving your tummy little kisses and his long lashes flutter. You can't help but run your fingers through his hair and he groans at the action. 

“I hope she has your hair.” You say with a giggle but you really do mean it. 

“I hope she has your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your giggle of course.” 

You roll your eyes at his comment in a playful manner. “You're obsessed with me.” 

“I am.” He gives your belly one last kiss before sitting up again. “I am obsessed with you and our baby and I can't wait to have more.”

“More? Stevie, we haven't even finished having one!” You let out a giggle that's so warm Steve thinks it could truly melt his heart. 

“I know but I can imagine us with like 6 little Harringtons running around.” The look in his eyes tells you he's 100% serious and that he's given this thought. 

“Hm and who will be pushing out these 6 Harringtons?” You ask, looking at him with a huge smile on your face. So happy in this moment, thinking about the future you and Steve will have. 

“Sweetheart, if I could do all the hard work, trust me I would. Then I could give you all the babies you want.” Steve slides his hands on your waist which is a little on your stomach due to how far out it is, rubbing his thumb up and down. 

“Let's focus on this one and then we can talk about more, deal?” You ask, putting your hands around his neck. The movement makes you two get closer but the bump creates a bit of distance. 

“Deal.” He responds, kissing your temple. The movie you guys were watching is now rolling the credits, neither of you saw the end but that's okay because in a few months you'll have a daughter.

“Stevie?” You ask but Steve knows the tone in your voice. 

“Yes angel?” The smirk he has on could be one related to the Cheshire cat. All knowing and ready for what you're about to ask. 

“Do you think you could make me some eggs and toast?” The puppy dog eyes you give aren't needed but accepted. It doesn't matter that it's 10pm or that you had dinner a few hours ago. 

“You are a hungry little bug aren't you?” Steve says into your stomach as he kisses it. Getting up to go to the kitchen but not before grabbing your hands to help you up.

“She is, isn't she? I must be growing an athlete in there.” You say, referring to your earlier statements. 

Steve laughs and rubs your back as you walk in front of him. He knows tonight you'll wake him up for more food but right now he couldn't be happier. 

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Wanna say, love the writing for the cookies! Recently started playing this game (within the last month) and it has a choke hold on me atm XD

Was hoping to request some HCs of the Ancient and Beast cookies, and Elder Fairy, Black Sapphire, and Black Forest cookie if possible, learning that the cookie they fell in love with, who has been bending over backwards to help the Cookie Kingdom and cookies everywhere, was originally a Witch that was cursed to become a Cookie because they rebelled against the other witches to try and protect cookie-kind

Hopefully I understood this correctly!! Sorry for the wait…getting back to requests now ^^

Small mention of 2 of my CRK Witch OCs 😋

((Wrote this a bit late at night so sorry for any typos))

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"So, how's it been? We know it takes some getting used too. And your situation is different to ours, we chose to be cookies but you? Forced..." Azalea Cookie asked, lifting the cup of tea to her mouth as she awaited your answer. It had been awhile since you got cursed to be a cookie. Not that you completely minded, sure you were lost of your original body but First Quartz Cookie had helped you settle in when he first met you. "Have you told anyone yet? You've been getting close to that one cookie right?" He said, placing a piece of cake by your plate. The two witches listened as you explain you didn't feel like you were ready yet. It was a big reveal and not one you wanted out, right away. (And depending on your cookie of choice, the reveal would be much more impactful than others) Unbeknownst to you, that certain cookie was listening in.

Pure Vanilla He didn't mean to eavesdrop! He swears, he wanted to collect flowers for you the next time you met. He had seen you eyeing some so he took the opportunity to look for some. That is until he heard your voice, he listened in and quickly covered his mouth. He didn't expect this. He's not exactly mad, he understands. He isn't mad at you, just concerned.

He doesn't bring it up with you, he would never. It's clear to him that you're not exactly comfortable just yet revealing it to him. He'll wait till you're ready. No matter how long it takes, even if you never do tell him. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters to him. He'll get his mouth shut for as long as he needs.

Dark Cacao He was just taking a stroll, wandering around for a bit and thinking. He wanted to see what's the best route for the next time you two decide to take a walk. Even find a place for maybe a picnic until he heard your voice. He listened in for a while, he didn't know what to think. He believed the two of you already told each other all your secrets. That you were truly that close but you seemed to be holding back one last secret.

He doesn't blame you, it's more so he thought there were no more secrets between the two of you but he was wrong, you didn't claim you told him everything so he can't be too mad. He gets over it, don't worry, he brings it up but won't ask for details. He just wants confirmation. If you tell the truth he won't pry, but reassure you that it doesn't change anything. I mean, you've done a lot for his kingdom and the such. If you lie he'd be slightly upset but won't dwell on it nor let it affect your relationship.

Golden Cheese She was looking for First Quartz Cookie, she wanted him to take a photo of both her and you. A perfect way to treasure special moments, once she contacted him she'd start planning said special moment. She didn't expect to find the both of you. And overhear something like that...she knew about First Quartz Cookie but finding out you were the same? Or...on a similar boat? Wow...

She makes her presence known quickly, she wants to confront you. Not in a bad way, more so she wants the details, the witches truly turned you into a cookie purely because you wanted to help them?...And you still continued despite the fact they were the main factor. She won't hold it against you, you weren't like the other witches but she may need just a bit of time to process that information, that's all

White Lily Oh!...Oh....oh

She doesn't know what to think, yes you weren't like the other witches. You'd never eat them, and hearing what the other two have said, what you all have talked about. You'd never bake them just to eat them, you truly cared about them, it's just...your associations with the witches. She can't get that out of her brain, she wants too, truly. And she'd never hold it against you. But she can't help but run off. Not because of fear, more so in slight surprise, she needs to process knowing you're a witch.

She'll keep silent, she'll talk to others about it. She won't directly mention you or even say anything of the details. She makes up a story that tells her feelings and still tells the general story. She'll get over it within a few days, deep down she always knew you'd never do what the witches at the Banquet would. She just needed time to process that information. She'll never bring it up again so long as you don't bring it up. She might accidentally reveal she found out though...

Hollyberry She's shocked, I feel like her finding out would be those 'accidentally walking in and finding out' She was just really happy to see you, she didn't think it would be bad to come up to the table until she heard you were a witch. Silence filled the air as she just stared at you, unblinking. Before Azalea cookie quickly stood up and ushered her out, she finally snapped out of it.

"Wait!! Hang on!"

She wanted to talk to you in private, reluctantly the other two left but stayed nearby enough so you could call out to them if you needed too. She's not mad, just surprised by the information and wanted to talk to you about it. She'll keep it a secret from your other friends if you so wish, or even help you start telling others and is at the ready to defend you.

Shadow Milk He's almost proud you were able to hide this fact from him for so long. He doesn't exactly hate witches. Not all of them, of course there's some he dislikes like the one who trapped him in the tree but you're different to the witches he has a disdain for. You're kind to him and Earthbread.

So he doesn't hold it against you, you've done a lot for the kingdom, you've made him feel a lot less lonely as well. In fact, he'd hold a bigger disdain for the witches that brought this on you. All you wanted to do was care for the cookies and this is how the witches treat you? Horrible.

Mystic Flour True to her "Light" she doesn't show much reaction to it, she doesn't care. Even though it's you, even though seemingly you're the only one who's able to get her to show more reactions and feelings than any other cookie. This information is nothing to her. You're still you, that's all that matters. Would it be different if you stayed a witch? Likely, but it'll be because the two of you could never properly hang out.

She'll ask about it over tea, she won't say more if you don't want to but she'll make it clear that she doesn't care if you were a witch, if she had enough power she'd make the witches turn back to flour. You're a kind soul doing so much for Earthbread despite the fact that, in a way. They were a reason for you being cursed.

Burning Spice He knew he'd never get bored of you, and this information he found out? Further proves this fact, you were filled with mystery. He also makes his presence known but it's easy to piece together that he finds this information more entertaining than distressing. That he in fact likes the fact about you rather than dislike it.

He doesn't talk about it much after, though he does ask a few questions. If or when he finds out the reasoning for why you became a cookie he'll be so happy to have another target for destruction.

Eternal Sugar (May be OOC) I don't see her accidentally finding out by accidentally listening in. I feel as though you would've eventually told her. She hums for a moment upon hearing the reveal before reassuring you that she doesn't mind at all. Your past is your past, plus you're unlike the witches she's heard about or the one who's trapped her.

If you didn't know better, you might wonder if you even told her you were a witch as she never brought it back up again after that. It's not a detail to you she likes or dislikes, it's just another part of you. She fell for your personality, you being a witch won't change your personality.

Elder Faerie He knew deep down I feel, he had a feeling. He's met a good few cookies who once were witches so he has a bit of a 6th sense. Similar to Eternal Sugar Cookie, I feel he wouldn't find out during that moment. In fact, I feel like he'd ask a week or two in of meeting you. He wants to put it straight that he doesn't mind.

It would be more so the reasoning for your cookie appearance that would be the surprise to him. He waits until you're ready to reveal it if you ever do and makes sure you're feeling better. Being forced to be a cookie, to be in a new world and navigate it, it's much more different than to watch over it and he knows it. So he makes sure you're settling in right and feeling better after it.

Black Sapphire He never thought he'd meet someone he'd never want to make a rumour of. But here you were, even when he's presented with information...information like this that would surely further skyrocket his show. He would never leak it, though he is a bit conflicted.

He talks to you about it, he makes it clear he won't leak it unless you want him too. It would be a quick way to tell everyone this secret, plus due to him sometimes spreading lies in the show, no one would know exactly if he's telling the truth or not.

Black Forest Cookie Oh my!! She felt so guilty falling in love with you after saying she'd marry the witches. But you're a witch? She feels a lot better. She's so happy, she admires you so, she needs to ask Wedding Cake Cookie to plan a wedding for the two of you right away!! She's fantasising about the wedding day so much she doesn't realise you're now next to her asking if she's heard anything.

She admits it quickly, but you quickly realise she loves it rather than is scared or anything like that. She tells you quickly she wishes to get married, you can't tell if it's because you used to be a witch or if she just liked you beforehand and this was the thing to finally give her the courage to ask you. But she truly did fall for you before finding out!! If you tell her who turned you into a witch, she'd immediately hate the witches who did it to you, how could they!!

[bunny-jpeg]

heart-pounding satisfaction

max verstappen

tags: smut/pwp, teammates au, driver!reader, mean!reader, (implied) sub!max, reader is a bitch (affectionate), mean & degrading language (also dirty talk), face sitting/masturbation

a/n: i can imagine fans hating the reader for being so vocal, especially towards max, but in the world of formula one, it's do or die. i need these fuckers to get nasty!! this fic is also nasty as hell, don't look at me....

max had fucking lost it. he was convinced he had lost it. you two had been teammates for close to six months now. three months of off season, three months of the twenty-twenty-five season. and you drove him up the wall.

this was a teammate up in the making, red bull's savior, their prince and the princess plucked from haas and placed in a car next to him. it should all be roses, singing birds and happily ever after.

but you couldn't be more disinterested him. almost hostile. as you said to the press, "i am here to win. i respect max's previous teammates, but i won't fumble because someone needs a fifth title." not even glancing over at your teammate.

after that, other women felt boring. any city on the globe, he could easily find a lovely lady for the evening. someone to spoil with orgasms and a rocking bed, a tale for her to tell her friends the following afternoon. but lately it had felt like the only thing that got him excited was you. when you were mean.

it had been a long time since someone was mean to him. aside from comments online or snide comments from other drivers. everyone knew he was in charge, and his teammate should be second on command. but you had zero interest in that. he hadn't complained, and instead played along with the niceties of teamsmanship. he only did it because he didn't want it to stop.

he liked it, he liked it a lot.

and while max was in a self inflicted dry spell. you were taking a liking to the new found fame you've acquired. max had gone to get you from the hotel room a few times and every time a man had sheepishly left your hotel room.

"sorry, mate." they'd often say. that or, "holy shit, it's max verstappen." and only scurry off when max glared at them. willing to give these guys some action, but not your teammate? cruel woman.

regardless, he let your words tumble off your tongue. venom that turned into honey in his brain. the more you spoke, the more he wanted to jerk off. you had ruined him without a second touch.

as you lazily held the trophy for the canadian grand prix in your hand on the way back to the hotel in montreal. you leaned up against the wall of the elevator and laughed, "fourth, verstappen." your tone mocking, "i'm pretty sure if you were less of a bastard on the second turn you could've given stroll the podium he wants. he could've over taken piastri... you could've as well, but you've become comfortable."

max swallowed and the elevator door opened. he didn't exit until you did first. you reached around him and pulled him close to you. you looked marginally up at him and he said, "i...i'll win next time." he could already feel the red in his face.

you laughed, "sure, sure, verstappen. why, is daddy coming to visit?" you gave him a mocking look. you acted like you weren't heavily scarred with your own daddy issues. you at least had the option to never mention the man who pushed you until you broke through any barriers to get into f1.

he hated that he was getting aroused. that he could feel the spike in his soul as his heart skipped a beat. it could be cute if another woman was mean to him. but when you did it, it blew a fuse in his mind.

you laughed and looked at him, "you gotta get over it one day, max. if you don't that fucking bastard is going to outlive you." there was a moment of honesty, "if i want to beat you, i'd like you alive." then squeezed him for a moment more.

he swallowed then asked, "do you hate me that much?"

you pulled away and stalled in your step for a moment, you collected yourself quickly and said, "no... as much as you'd love to hear it. i don't hate you." you looked at him briefly, "you love being the villain. the lion, mad max, whatever else they call you. i'm just giving them the drama they want." you looked at the trophy, "beating you is just half the fun." you went to open the door to your room and max pressed himself up against you which made you drop the trophy and get squished between his solid body and the harder door.

"be mean to me. fuck... be fucking nasty with it." the words poured from his mouth, "just, be brutal." he swallowed, "but please, just give me a taste of you. i hate those bastards that get to fuck you every weekend. get to feel and taste you." he pressed you further, "give me a hard time and let me have my way with you."

you exhaled deeply and felt a quickening of you heart rate. you were quick to respond, "well then, verstrappen. why don't you make yourself useful and help me get my key out."

you could already hear the cheering in max's head as he helped you open the door. that you only assumed grew louder when you two started kissing. your arms wrapped around him as you got into the room backwards, your trophy left behind in the hallway. almost tripped over your shoes, but clothes were of little issue once max got your red bull branded t-shirt of you.

clothes tossed variously throughout the room before you two ended up in bed together. you rank your fingers down his chest and exhaled deeply. "you're a pain in my side, max. from the moment i met you. you were always the golden boy, the champion. god's gift to racing." you pinned him down on the bed and he shuddered.

"k..keep going." the heat was high in his face. he could feel the stagger of his heartbeat. it felt good. your words sounded like heaven, but yet it sank him down to the pits of hell.

"oh my god, you're pathetic! do you hear yourself, max? four championships and you're still chasing a prize that you'll never get." you straddled his chest and put your hands on his jaw. you looked down to stare in his eyes, "but yet you live in my head rent-free."

he exhaled, "imagine what you do to me." grabbed your hips and pushed your cunt over his mouth and nose. he gripped your ass and pressed your sex against his face and groaned loudly.

you had to brace yourself with your hands so you didn't go nose-first into the wall. his pace was brutal on you, his licks were sloppy. he was messy with his movements in a desperate attempt to bring you pleasure.

he was less like a lion and more like a desperate dog. you moaned loudly and held your position against the wall as he desperately ate you out. like a man starved.

you really had burrowed into his brain and invade every empty space in his skull until his thoughts were swamped with you.

"jerk yourself off, you useless idiot." you spat, "you're so used to girls getting you off. if you want to get off, you actually have to work for it. can you do that? actually work hard for something." you clenched your thighs around his head.

max kept one hand on your hip and the other around his leaky, achy cock. he groaned as he pleasure himself. it was hot, to see a sort of moral collapse on a four time world champion. that even a man with power, could be reduced to a moaning slut. you wondered how wet you could get lips.

if your wetness could stain his mouth as he made pleasure shoot through your body. you held onto the wall with one hand and a his short blond hair with the other. you shuddered and felt your nipples grow hard, "this feels fucking wrong." you yanked on his hair which only made him jerk himself off faster, "you have driven me crazy. everything you fucking hard, most would kill for. i at least want to give you a run for your money. actually make the wins feel real, because when i take over. when i beat you, it'll only make the victory sweeter." you arched your back a little more and moaned loudly.

the movements only continued and you felt the pleasure course up your body. the heat in your breathing as you closed your eyes for a moment to compose yourself. you croaked out through an intense feeling of pleasure, "fuck, max. i didn't know honestly that you got off to it." you panted heavily, "if i knew, i would've been nicer. but knowing your perverted ass, you would've gotten off to it. you would've loved if i was gentle and mean to you. a firm yet cuddly hand." you let out a sharp exhale and a small moan.

max would easily admit that any attention from you would go right to his cock. he continued to tease the blunt head as he orally pleasured you. the feeling of your thighs on his face and head. your pussy right up to his mouth and nose. he could feel the lack of oxygen, but it only increased the pleasure in his body. he felt like a live wire, he felt like a hurricane. it was an intense feeling that pounded in his chest. it left him sexually starving, a lion without a feast as he devoured you. and the way you tugged on his hair only drove him more mad.

"you love being used like that. hoping that i'll give you praise one day. but you're just a stupid, stupid boy. a toothless lion, a failure to your country. and your fucking family. you're a failure to me and that stupid trophy we left outside was evidence of that. do better, be better and maybe you'll be someone worth being on the same track at me." your words laced with venom, but held heavy sexual want as the pleasure continued to course through your body. your chest heaved and your pulse pounded. it felt hot, you felt hot. it was erotic in a way that would make most disgusted.

how dare the world champion be used like for your sexual gratification. while he pathetically jerked himself off. you allowed him to breathe out of his nose and his pants were heavily as air allowed blood to be pumped to somewhere other than his cock.

you hissed through a tense jaw as he continued to orally pleasure you, "you deserve to be some low-level job. get off the track and make yourself useful by picking trash off the stands." it only made him jerk his cock off harder. you panted heavily as the words tumbled out as pleasure near hit its peak, "get out of my way, i refuse to be second fiddle to you. i refuse to be in your shadow." you clenched your thighs around him tighter, "i am better than you, max verstappen." your voice toxic.

but yet, it made max cum all over himself. he groaned loudly and panted against your cunt as he continued to stroke himself to overstimulation while he continued to lap at your cunt hungrily. max had lost it, he had officially lost it.

it was the most erotic thing that he had ever been a part of. and years and years of a life like this had made him experience many interesting things. this topped everything. you groaned once more and felt the pleasure curl up inside of you.

it was becoming too much, with one more slew on words, "you cum to me calling you weak.. huh? interesting. i guess the great max verstappen is weak just like every other man. why call you a god of racing when i can make you whine and beg like a dog." you coursed under your breath. and then you came. you admitted to yourself, it was the closest to heaven you had ever be. damn max verstappen, damn him. you slowed your pace down and got fully off of his face before you got into bed.

he wiped his face with his hand and tried to go in for a kiss, but you put a hand over his mouth. you looked at him dead in the eyes. he looked at you quizzically.

"oh, you're not shutting me up until i can make you squirm with my words, verstappen. now get yourself hard again, i'm not done with you." <3

[holybibly]

this is such a weird scenario ..but imagine a little red riding hood concept, the big bad wolf being san, and him tricking innocent reader into "playing" with him and just fucking her dumb in the woods !!

God baby, I love the Little Red Riding Hood concept. I'm such a slut for it, to be honest. I'm a little obsessed with dark, twisted gothic fairy tales.

You should have heeded the warnings before you wandered alone through the woods on a full moon night. Or where you're meeting a big, handsome and very mean wolf from whose clutches you won't easily escape and maybe that's exactly what you want.

Warning: Dub-con, Werewolf! San

The night air was unpleasantly cold against your bare skin, ripping you from the sweet embrace of Morpheus. You reluctantly shivered and slowly opened your eyes, only to be greeted by the dense darkness of the forest. The sudden lack of sunlight jolted you from your half-sleep state, sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine and your heart pounding loudly in your chest as the forest around you continued to sing the song of the night. 

You shouldn't be out here, especially at such a late hour. You hurriedly gathered your belongings and cursed yourself for letting the beautiful meadow of flowers enchant you and for letting your guard down. You had been warned that ancient magic lived in these woods and that you should be very careful when you walked along the path through them, but of course you hadn't listened, and now you regretted it. You had always assumed that all these warnings had been given because of your gender. Most of the people in your small town were still stuck in the Dark Ages, thinking that a girl couldn't go through the forest alone. You wanted to prove them wrong. 

Another cold gust blew across the clearing, and you wrapped yourself tighter in your heavy cape. The velvet fabric was expensive and luxurious, a rich scarlet that earned you your nickname, Little Red Riding Hood. 

You were sure that you were going to be all right. You were smart and savvy, and you had a hunting knife with you. You'd think that would be more than enough to handle anything that might be lurking in these woods and get you back to your grandmother's house unharmed. At least that is what you thought. 

A long, blood-curdling howl echoed across the clearing, freezing you in place and halting your frantic gathering. Dear Lord...

Your eyes automatically rise to the night sky, only to find your worst fears confirmed: Through the dry, tangled branches of the trees, the brilliant face of the full moon illuminates the earth with its diffuse silvery glow. The words of your grandmother, which she had been repeating to you ever since you were a child, came to your mind at once: "Beware of the moon, whose face is full and merry, my child, for this is the time when its children have their feast. And their hunger is insatiable and greedy'. Another howl pierced your heart, a reminder of the situation you were now in. 

Wishing that you had listened to the warnings, you ran, clutching your beautiful wicker basket tightly with your hands as your scarlet cape evolved behind your back. You weren't sure of the right way as you ran through the dense thicket of the forest. You sobbed softly as the sharp branches of bushes and trees dug into your skin, leaving long, lacerating marks; the warm, crimson liquid running down your thighs, soaking into the fabric of your tall, white socks, spreading the seductive scent of your blood through the forest. 

Nothing seemed to be familiar to you in the thick, impenetrable darkness of the night. You stumbled through the massive roots of the trees and almost fell into a thorny bush with heavy, glistening bunches of poisonous berries hanging from it. You're so tired already—you can hear your heart pounding in your chest through your laboured, hoarse breathing.

Another furious growl echoing through the air keeps you from stopping, forcing you to keep running. You could almost feel the hot, wet breath of the wolf on your neck and the sharp claws on your skin, and it seemed to you that if you stopped for even a moment, the wolf would tear you to pieces. The hair stood up on the back of your arms, and the image of the sharp-toothed monster pinning you to the ground filled your mind's eye. No. No. No. You shake your head, hoping to banish the dark thoughts and push away the horrible images of blood and broken bones. 

A sharp pain blossomed on your face as you fell face first, stumbling over a large dried log and almost losing consciousness from the combined sensations. It was horrible—your mouth was full of dirt mixed with blood from a busted lip, your knees were skinned and bleeding, and in general you want nothing but sobbing with despair and fear. 

The hopelessness of your situation was more palpable to you now, when you're sitting in a pile of dirt and leaves, than ever before. A deep and low howling sounded from behind you, sending a shiver of cold down your spine. It made you jump to your feet, in spite of the sharp pain that you felt at such a sudden movement. You looked around anxiously. You glanced around anxiously, letting out a small sigh of relief at the fact that there was no one in your wake. But you didn't stop, the edge of the forest was already in sight, the soft welcoming light of the nearby village's lanterns calling to you. 

Your relief was short-lived, however, as a warning growl suddenly sounded directly in front of you, a pair of sacred silver eyes glaring out from the shadows of the forest. You gasped loudly as a tall, broad-shouldered fellow emerged from the thicket, his plump scarlet lips raised in a snarl, tongue slowly sliding over sharp teeth as he began circling you. 

This was not good, so damned not good. Cold fear gripped your heart with a tight grip, your hands clutching your basket tightly, shaking slightly at the low rumbling growl that came from the guy. Your frightened, wide-eyed gaze darted from the wolf to the forest path leading to the village; if you tried hard enough, you could get away from him. The boy noticed your gaze and shifted his sharp eyes to the narrow path leading out of the forest. He snorted slightly, as if the thought of you running from him amused him.

"You shouldn't even try, sweetheart. You can't escape me, little Red." The man's husky, deep voice made you flinch, but the way he addressed you by name as if he knew you made you drop the basket and cover your mouth with your hand to hold back your terror-filled scream."

He turned to face you again, and you could see his lips curl up in a predatory grin, revealing deep dimples on his cheeks. You couldn't help but notice how beautiful the wolf was—perhaps the most handsome man you had ever seen—and that fact made you fear him even more. Nothing ordinary and natural could possess such breathtaking beauty, which meant that the guy in front of you was many times more dangerous than any real wolf prowling around this forest thicket that night.

"Why are you so scared, little Red?" He slid his tongue over his lips as he kept his dark gaze on you. "I can almost feel your fear on my tongue." He murmured, the deep sound practically vibrating in the air. "I just want to play with you, beautiful. I promise I won't bite you... hard." His voice trailed off at the last word, his breathing getting heavier as he began to slowly approach you. 

You began to back away from him, trying to put as much distance between you as possible, and he clearly didn't like it. 

"You're not running away from me..." He growled, and those were the last coherent words you heard before he pounced on you, digging his claws into your skin and tearing at the edges of your cloak and skirt that prevented him from reaching you. The loud sounds of tearing cloth echoed through the forest as you tried to grab onto anything that might help you crawl away from him. 

"You'll have no run from me..." He growled, and those were the last coherent words you heard before he pounced on you, his claws digging into your skin and tearing at the edges of your cloak and skirt that were blocking his path. The loud sounds of ripping cloth echoed through the forest, and you tried to grab hold of anything that might help you to crawl away from him. 

"No. Please, no. Let me go, please...". But your words fell on deaf ears. In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, and you squealed loudly. Limiting all movement, his broad hand pressed between your shoulder blades. "No!" You cried out again, but a sharp slap on your bottom, which was suddenly bare, made you stop all your movements. You didn't even notice it as he tore off your clothes completely, leaving you vulnerable and naked for him to see. "I-I... please let me go..." All your energy has left your body, and you sob softly. He lifts your hips with one hand and puts you in the position he wants you to be in. 

"You were warned, little Red. Weren't you? You have been told to stay out of the woods, especially during the full moon. But have a look at where you are now. A stupid little girl, too self-confident to listen to anyone's advice, and that's what girls like you get. A big, bad wolf will eat them alive." The last sentence came out of his chest in a low, vicious growl before you felt a hot, slippery tongue travel between your buttocks. 

The pointed tip slid between your labia, salivating over your tender folds. He removed his hand from your back only to dig his fingers into your buttocks and spread them wide apart, holding you completely open for him so that he could feast on your cunt with ease. Pitiful sobs escaped from your mouth as you felt his rough, long appendage snaking its way between your folds, rubbing against your clit and poking at your hole as it tried to force its way in. His claws dug themselves into your flesh in painful fashion, leaving bloody marks that were sure to become scars. 

The sensation of the wolf's tongue licking desperately at your cunt and the wet, feverish breath that washed over your sensitive centre caused your body to react against your desire.

A shameless moan of pure pleasure escaped your lips faster than you could stop it. Covering your mouth with your hand, you tried to swallow the embarrassing sounds as the werewolf's long tongue continued to wash your clit with its warm, viscous saliva. You couldn't enjoy it... it was simply impossible. This guy was dangerous; he wasn't human; he was a horrible, hungry wolf pinning you to the ground in the middle of the night forest. You were terrified, but that didn't stop your body from responding joyfully to his touch. 

Every movement of his tongue on your pussy made your hole clench around nothing and ooze juices. This only excited him more as he greedily licked up every drop of sweet slime that flowed from you onto his tongue. Eventually it wasn't enough, and the wolf pressed his whole mouth against your little hole and began to literally drink from your pussy. 

Your hips began to shake as you approached your orgasm. Your fingers dug into the loose soil, dirt collecting under your fingernails as you tried to fight the rush of pleasure coursing through your entire body. It was completely futile. Against your will, the werewolf made you scream in blinding pleasure as the first of many orgasms shook your entire body. 

As your fluids poured into his mouth, giving him a full taste of your sweet flavour, he growled low as he thrust his tongue into your hole and licked your juices from your trembling walls. This went on for a few minutes until you felt his hands leave your body. A vague sense of relief filled you as you hoped he would leave you now that he had got what he wanted. But that relief was quickly replaced by panic as his clawed fingers pinned your fragile shoulders to the ground and his unnaturally hot and massive length rubbed against your arse, staining it with sticky pre-cum. 

He rubbed against you like a dog in heat, his hips pressing against you as if he were too lost in his lust to pay attention.

Hot breath scorched your cheek as he pressed his entire body against you, laborious growls and puffing escaping his throat as his heavy, hard cock dragged between your buttocks. You turned your head slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of the man looming over you, his sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight, and you almost regretted looking.

Every movement he made against you made your stomach twist with a mixture of fear and pleasure, and although the rational part of you was in a state of pure terror at the realisation of what awaited you, on some deep subconscious, twisted level you enjoyed it.

The werewolf's cock seemed almost as long as your torso, there was no way you could take it all in. But that didn't seem to bother him tonight. As the head of his cock entered your hole, you sobbed from the painful stretching and squeezed your eyes shut as he began to push his cock deeper into you. It was thick, so fucking thick that the tender edge of your pussy burned when the entire head of his cock was inside, but that was only the beginning.

The first few inches were enough to awaken your senses, pleasantly stimulating your quivering walls, but as he pushed further into you, the pain came. But that didn't matter to the werewolf on top of you. You whimpered and shook your head from side to side as the man above you moaned deeply as he continued to thrust his cock relentlessly into you.

"Please…" You sobbed openly now, hoping this would be over quickly.

"Mmm, look at you, you're acting so nice now. You were warned, little Red, but you decided to be a naughty girl and came to the wolf yourself, knowing full well what would happen to you. So don't play hard to get and take what is given to you." The wolf towering over you growled in your ears.

The more it pressed into your body, the more you became afraid and grabbed at tree roots and plants. For anything within reach that might help you free yourself from him. Your face crinkled in pain and your teeth clenched tightly together, grinding against each other. When it finally settled into your body, you'd never felt so full. You couldn't see it, but you could feel the great bulge in your belly, perfectly mirroring the contours of his cock.

When he begins to move, pulling his monstrous length out of you, you find it strange. His cock entered you much deeper than it could be possibly, and when it was completely out of you, you felt so empty, your cunt clenched around nothing, already missing the warmth of his cock. When he entered your cunt again, you let out a sound mixed with eroticism and a painful cry. It wasn't bad, but not necessarily good. His cock seemed too hot, buried deep inside your body, but every thrust in and out of your pussy rubbed against a sensitive ball of nerves that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"No! I don't want this! Please stop..." The voice in your head did its best to drown out the sensations overwhelming every other sense in your body, but it was useless. The wolf's large body pressed against your back, his feverishly hot, wet skin rubbing against the exposed areas of your skin that were visible through your tattered cloak with each sharp thrust into your body. 

His rhythm grew rougher and sharper as he stretched the tight confines of your pussy. Promises to fill you with his cum and give you his puppies came in steady succession with each thrust of his hips.

Wide eyed, you watched his fingernails dig into the dirt beside your head and thanked the gods that those nails were no longer digging into your skin. They pulled the earth a few inches away from your face, reminding you of the strength in those hands. He could have easily broken your neck with a snap of his fingers. Instead, he shifted his stance, his foot pressing your face deeper into the dirt beneath you.   You should have been disgusted; it was wrong, but something dark and twisted inside you made you even more aroused, enjoying everything that was happening.

Your quivering, slippery walls tightened around him, and you heard him moan deeply in response.

"You like it, don't you? What a dirty bitch you are, little Red. Do you like it when I claim the rights to your tiny human cunt? Does it turn you on that I'm fucking you like a bitch in the middle of the forest?"

"Please..." Your voice was swallowed by a loud, air-piercing howl as the wolf howled over you in pleasure. 

Your entire body shook beneath him as he fucked you with reckless abandon, his hips slamming painfully against your arse, causing the tender skin on your buttocks to become irritated and red. It was disgusting; you had dirt in your mouth mixed with blood from the previous fall, your whole body aching from his assault, but you wanted more; you wanted him to destroy you. 

Something hot and tight pushed into your entrance, and you almost mistook this sudden invasion for his balls until you felt your pussy being forced to stretch even further to accommodate it.

"Please, no! You're going to hurt me!!! Don't do this!" Pleasure was replaced by pure terror as you tried to crawl away from him. Sharp nails pierced the skin of your thighs as he clawed at you and growled in warning, making you freeze. 

"Take this! You're going to take all of me, and you're going to love it, you little slut." Each thrust felt like he was trying to shove a baseball inside you. 

He was determined to complete his task, and when he did, you screamed in pain, tears staining your rounded cheeks and making your face look even dirtier. A loud howl pierced his chest, and his nails dug into your back, drawing blood as he tied you up with his knot and poured his sperm into your waiting body. You could feel every pulse of his cock as it emptied into your pussy, and against your desire, your walls clenched around the invasion, squeezing out all he had to offer you. His warm, viscous cum splashed into your body, making you shiver.

"I hope you've learnt your lesson and won't wander the night woods alone again, little Red." The werewolf whispered hoarsely in your ear, licking the tears from your cheek. 

You turned your head to the side, meeting his slanted silver eyes and gloriously sharp cheekbones. 

"Maybe I should learn that lesson a few more times, San. You know I'm not good at memorising, love."

[deunmiu-dessie]

(unedited)³ retired simon has nowhere to go, so you offer. { his pov } [ one, two, three]

she’s like a breath of fresh air. bright and cold. a gust so frigid that it sends goosebumps to shroud his skin. like the first fall of snow. was it december now? how long has it been since he’d left? how long has he wandered? adrift like a buoy at sea. but strangely stuck, straying in place. like some sort of ghost. trapped and terrified.

he thinks she’s naive. strange, even. like a child left outside without supervision. prone to being up to no good. she’s insistent in her little fiat car. her hands are covered in a pair of creme wool gloves. and when he looks close enough he notices that they’re fraying at the seam. worn. loved.

she says her name. it’s pretty, her name. it fits. she’s expectant, waiting for him to speak. give her something, anything he’s sure. she seems like a good girl. too good, too much for him, not enough for her. he hardly even knew her. but she wants to know you. she’s being nice. nothing more. simon. that’s what he tells her and it rolls off her tongue faultlessly. “well, we’re not strangers anymore, simon.” is what she says. he finds her amusing.

it’s her eyes. that’s what makes him slide into the passenger seat. they're wide. warm. nervous— despite her being the one to offer him a ride. it’s endearing, if not a bit entertaining. and the cold has already frozen his body. he can hardly feel his feet. but he deserves this. this life that he’s been subjected to.

she’s an anxious thing. her gloved hands drum lightly against the steering wheel. she’s shit at making small talk. and from the reflection of the car window, he can see the way she works her bottom lip into her mouth. he’s tempted to thumb it from within the wet heat. he doesn't.

“could be a killer.” she smiles. her eyes brighten. it’s small but he finds himself forgetting to breathe. in and out. in and out. she smells temptingly like honey and spices, all tangy and sweet. fuck. he holds his breath. “are you?” he doesn't respond. after all the killing. the blood that stains his hands. his skin. won't come off no matter how hard he scrubs. he’s a murderer. yes, i am. she’s too trusting. he wouldn't hurt her. never.

small. is how he would describe the apartment. small but homey. filled with greenery, color, and a tiny christmas tree. it’s tucked away. surrounded by lights at its base. it smells like chocolate, milk to be specific. but her as well. honeyed spices and dried fruits, tangy and sweet. the radio that he hears plays quietly. silent night in instrumental. his heart tightens in his chest.

he’s not sure how he ended up here. surrounded by her four walls. she suggests sweetly. eyes wide and sad at his destination. he declines. she isn't the type to take no for an answer. her brows are knitted. hands tightening. he’s enamored. he shouldn't stay. he should tuck and roll out the car while he has the chance. run. like he’s used to doing. too late the two pull in. she’s pleased with herself. he grins faintly beneath his mask. cute.

the couch is a bed. it pulls out into one anyway. she busies herself. shuffling to get sheets and a comforter. it’s a faded baby blue, printed with delicate flowers. and she looks proud. smiling at the cozy couch. her lips are coated in a sheen. from the lip balm she’d put on a second ago. and he adverts his eyes when she looks toward him. couldn't meet those wide eyes. sweet and nervous. he stares instead at the makeshift bed. she speaks. grins awkwardly.

“thank you.” he means it. it’s stiff. his voice hoarse from the cold but, he means it— no matter how gruff it comes out. her hands. no longer swathed by wool gloves, slide down denim-clad thighs. lips press. and her head nods. she says his name again, but scurries before he can reply, and maybe it’s for the best. he can barely speak.

click.

he shouldn't. but he finds himself amused. good girl. he was still a stranger after all. a strange man she has willingly invited into her home. he wondered briefly if she was right in the head. right to slow for him. to smile at him. she couldn't be. unsure. he can’t get comfortable. just lays there and listens to her faint voice. walls thin. voice muffled. but words clear. “die tonight.”— “…love you.” he ponders.

he doesn't remember a ring. friend? mom? boyfriend? his heart aches. he doesn't know her. he has no right to feel anything. she was nice, too good. he was the opposite, with nowhere to go. nothing to offer. why was he here? he should leave. but sleep weighs heavy on his eyes. bing crosby lulls him to sleep. he’d be gone before she woke.

i've always thought simon to have very choppy thoughts. and always being very in his head. very observant. so yeah. listened to christmas music making this! hehehe

[sirflofy]

I don't know how to tween nor animate so I just draw it since the song has been stuck at my head. (1xPlayer AU my beloved)

Anyways here is me whole long yapping session abt the new 1xPlayer AU (which is also a Forsaken x Blocktales crossover) since the pre prologue released 👇 👇👇👇

1xPlayer AU --- An AU where Player was previously 1x1x1x1 but changed for the better.

1x wants to change. For a person who is Hatred himself, he somewhat develope more human emotions other than hate. He envied those people who understand such emotions. He didn't want what they have but instead they wanted to be like them. To be Happy. To be loved.

So by that, 1x decided to change their whole identity. With a new name called, Player. Things start off bad and any conversation with them is like talking to a very awkward teenager at their puberty (plus angry issues at that)... but they get better each year.

This whole ordeal happened before Builderman got kidnapped which is still far from the future. By that time 1xPlayer went on change for the better, no more destruction, no more hacking neither were they playing god.

A couple of years would go by with little but huge progress. 1xPlayer fought through. Keeping their hatred balanced and in control even finally communicating to other people but still their voice does caught people off guard by how deep it is in contrast to their face so they would try sounding a little higher.

By that time, they don't resemble anything close to 1x anymore. They're just, Player. From different clothes, way of speaking, and especially appearance.

But then, 1x wanted to actually step forward. Face an admin. Their friends would talk about a long awaited event, it was a chance to meet the one and only Builderman. Or David Baszucki as he goes by publicly now.

It took a few days to them to decide but over all decided to go. This was a one time opportunity for them to face the admins. The very beings they hate the most. 1x was even unsure whether or not HE was there but it was already too late. They have decided it already with their friends and they felt it was rude to cancel their plans.

Things go as the pre prologue goes until they got sucked in some time travel machine with the now kidnapped Builderman.

(In this AU Builderman will be reverted back to his old body therefore making Shedletsky know about his kidnapping. Ik some theories about Shedletsky being related to the kidnapping or IS the mysterious figure but that is not the case for plot reasons.)

Things go as planned except, they're back at their old body. Their 1x body. They soon realized they have been brought back to their past therefore their past identity.

They would be very troubled by this rummaging through to go back to their old identity. Maybe a panic attack as well. But then it came to him, Builderman is still in danger. If that's the case, Roblox is for sure doomed if they aren't doing anything.

Things settled down and he still had their powers. But, they didn't want to use it. They can't use it. They need to release their hatred to use it. And things won't go as plan if their hatred goes around freely after all most of their hatred are suppressed within them but very slowly relaxing.

But at least they have their own skills. They did have a sturdy ball with him for self defense. But they're more skilled with the sword.

Though they weren't close by the Roblox HQ. They need to go there. By that they went and teleported to a place they're familiar with, Bizville apartment, specifically their own apartment.

It was a little risky but it was the best they could do. Therefore they went there and teleported to the place before eventually meeting Terry.

Shedletsky will not deliver a letter to Player, but instead Shedletsky doesn't know Player at all. So their first meeting is the same but it's just different. (Ofcourse for plot reasons).

Things go like the flow, Shedletsky gives the sword after defeating the kids but It would be lie if Player just wanted to let Shedletsky die right there but they restrained themselves and saved him. They have changed afterall.

Everything happens like the game until the dreamworld. This where things go wrong. After facing Hatred their emotions became rampant. They weren't purified, they can't be purified but they survived, almost barely. Still, they couldn't touch the Ghostwalker. They had to get assistance from the Ghost Chef.

After the haunted manor happened, their hatred had been lingering especially after trying to purity it. Each demo, Player cannot properly maintain their hatred making them go back to their corrupted version (but Player tries to hide it) and be more apathetic. Though deep inside they're still holding up to at least save the future of Roblox.

Until the very last chapter, 1x couldn't hold it anymore and became what they used to be before. People don't know what happened to Player, what they know they just randomly disappeared after saving Builderman. Until the next day where 1x started going rampant that they forgot about our Hero (for a bit.)

Things go the way it was. 1x had disappeared once again and what is left is a long history. Until *DUN DUN* they all got forsaken lol!

Okay I took too long writing this. There are some stuffs I left out because I am lazy to write more right now so yeah.

Oh yeah, 1x4 was created by Shedletsky like in forsaken and is Telamon. You guys know the drill!

ANDDD one more thing--- Griefer has Player's cap, though its roughed up (like in the drawing), Griefer still kept it as remnants of Player who literally just disappeared like they never existed. Where he got it? Somewhere.

Okay cya until I post another drawing :P

[scarletttries]

When The Pitt Boys Have a Crush...(The Pitt Headcanons)

Pairings: Dr Robby x Reader, Dr Langdon x Reader, Dennis Whitaker x Reader

Author's Note: I've been super run down lately so have been enjoying slowly working my way through The Pitt and now my feelings for Dennis Whitaker have become strong enough that I simply need to write about him 💞 Enjoy and pls send in any more Pitt headcanons you'd like to see :)

Dr Robby

- It's been long enough since the last time Dr. Robby allowed himself to feel this much of anything, that when Nurse Evans teases him for having a little crush on you he can barely find the words to argue. He could try and tell her she's wrong but as you walk by on the other side of the emergency room and his heart starts to hammer in his chest like he's just heard there's a trauma inbound, well, he knows there's no point fighting it.

- Robinavitch isn't the kind of man who'll fret about what to do next. He's spent a lot of years dealing with the most stressful day of peoples' lives, so he knows that the best thing to do is just act on the information he has as he receives it. The doesn't mean he won't spend a moment worrying he's been coming across as an idiot at work if even the nurses have noticed how he feels about you before he manages to.

- Suddenly he realises that there's a reason sometimes he leaves even the longest shifts with a smile on his face; it's always the shifts when you're working alongside him. Why he finds himself hovering a little longer at the nurse's station when he should be hurrying; because he gets to hear a little more of your voice before he has to face his next calamity. Why his steps have felt a little bit lighter since you joined the team down in the Pit six months ago, making him feel just that bit more excited to take on every single shift, because doing almost anything together with you feels almost brand new.

- He manages to contain himself until the end of that shift, pacing outside the locker room until you emerge and he can pretend walking out with you was all just good timing. Luckily it gave him time to check the rota for the next time you both have a day off, and before you know it you have plans with your boss. Dr Robby would go for a classic date like a ballgame or dinner, something where he can talk to you as much as he wants to without being interrupted by the chaos of your jobs. He'd play it cool, letting the atmosphere on your date be relaxed and casual, the doc already so confident that the spending time together can only go well that he's planning dates two and three in the back of his mind the whole night.

Dr Langdon

- Oh Dr Langdon, my chaotic disney prince with beautiful boy band hair, you would be so useless at having a crush. Dr Langdon's so used to people pursuing him, feeling confident and in control, and yet when you're around him suddenly he feels like he can't remember the order words are supposed to come out in, and now Javadi's talking to him about how you're like Utah and his day is only getting worse.

- He'll try to avoid you, letting other doctors take the more interesting cases so he can hide himself in the South rooms, far away from the panic you seem to stir up in him. When Dr McKay finds him peeking around corners like he's in danger, she has to hold back a laugh at his dishevelled state when he tells her there's something wrong with you that only he seems to notice. She leaves him to work out what he's missing on his own, knowing any attempt to tell him the truth would only spook him worse.

- It's a torturously long shift for Dr Langdon, so much so that when he's finally trudging out the door exhausted to his core, he doesn't even notice that manages to stumble right into your path.

"Long day Dr Langdon?" You ask softly, with that same smile that made him forget half his patients' names today.

"Yeah, just - you know how it goes." He feels himself cringe at his sheer inability to form a sentence under your warm gaze, his mouth going dry and you nodded knowingly and spoke again,

"I do. I was going to go get breakfast if you want to talk about it?" The offer rattled Langdon to core: He had spent all day avoiding you, terrified of the effect you seemed to have on him, and yet he could feel his cheeks tighten into a wide smile as his head nodded of its volition. You were going to be the death of him.

Dennis Whitaker

- Sweet, soft, pasty Dennis is no stranger to a crush. He's felt the sting of hope and then rejection more times than he would care to remember, so when he walks into the emergency room on his first day in Pittsburg and sees you practically floating between rooms, he knows he's a goner.

- He'll put in every effort to be nothing but friendly and polite, no matter how much his stomach flutters every time you say his name, or how he forgot how to breathe when your fingers brushed over his cheeks when put a mask on him while his hands were full. It's not easy for him to concentrate when he's sure he can feel the warmth radiating from your skin whenever you have to step past him to work on a patient, but he also can't deny how nice it feels to someone as wonderful as you checking in on him in the new, chaotic place.

- It doesn't take long for Dr Robby to notice the way Whitaker's eyes follow you across the floor, a dopey smile painted across his face whenever you glance back at him. He'll wait for a quiet moment between patients to subtly mention to Dennis that 'there's no policy at the hospital against dating a colleague, just in case anyone's caught his eye.' Dennis will laugh off the implication, quickly reassuring his boss that there's no risk of you actually going out with him so he doesn't need to worry about that. No Dennis doesn't need to work beside you for long to know that he's got no chance of someone of brilliant and beautiful as you wanting to spend time with him outside of the hospital, but it's still nice to let the warmth of his adoration rush over him as he resumes working by your side, despite Robby's attempts at pep talk.

- Thankfully Whitaker is being far too hard on himself, and is truly oblivious to way you eagerly return his every dopey smile, and blush when he hovers just behind you to read a screen over your shoulder, and how his gentle nature with all his patients only makes you want to spend more of your time with him. You'll have to be the one to ask Dennis out, and even then he's probably going to assume it's not a date until you wrap your arms around him at the end of it and lean it for a kiss he would have never imagined he'd actually get.