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Old Heart - Part 3 - Bend

‖ chapter summary: The fall of the Memphis Quarantine Zone. Eddie, Max, and you have to fight your way out.

‖ tags: enemies to lovers, age gap (41 and 25), forced proximity, slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, HEA, "zombie" apocalypse, reader uses she/her pronouns, no y/n, no physical description given, minors dni

‖ chapter warnings: graphic violence. I cannot stress this enough. blood, dismembering, people eating people, death, burning alive, gun violence, melee violence. it's gruesome, in line with the content from the game and the show, so please tread carefully.

‖ word count: 8.5k

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10pm on Wednesday, August 17th, 2016 – Memphis, Tennessee

The alarm rings out 3 times before you get the feeling it wasn’t a mistake. You rush for the window on the right, Eddie rushing for the left, as you both push the blinds out of the way to look out.

All the lights in the zone seem to have shut off at once. There are a few scattered bulbs still on the wall, probably emergency backups, and the only other thing you can see is the flickering glow of the huge bonfire a few blocks away. The alarm continues to blare in the silence of the night – your eyes scanning what little you can see in the dark to see if there is anything amiss.

“Has this happened before? Like some kind of drill?” You glance over at Eddie who is still looking intently out the window, jaw set tight.

“Not in the 5 years I’ve lived here.” His hand lifts, fingers feeling along the window frame in front of him in a soft skate until he reaches something. Fingers curl in and the side of his fist taps twice against the spot before he forces the window open an inch or two.

The alarm is much louder in the open air. A harsh clanging that drills into your skull over and over and over. Both of you stand frozen before your own windows, spines straight and on edge as you wait.

Neither of you know exactly what you’re waiting for.

An unrecognizable reverberation rises from the south – a metallic groaning sound, like the hull of a ship stretching and shrinking in the ocean waves. It goes on for 45 seconds or so beneath the alarm before it cuts off with a harsh grinding noise. Another minute of silence, just your own heavy breathing and the underlying blare that starts to fade into background noise the longer it goes on.

An explosion sounds to the north. It echoes out across the concrete walls and sends the whole building shuttering on its foundations. The windows rattle in their frames while a glass in the kitchen falls and shatters – as if there was an earthquake. When you look out the window again, a cloud of dust and smoke begins to slither its way up the north wall, the orange dance of flames coloring the dark gray smoke toward the bottom before it dips behind the buildings and out of view.

The sound of gunfire comes next, vibrating back and forth along the city blocks and making it impossible to tell where it’s coming from. “Fuck, Eddie…” Your head whips toward him but he doesn’t react, eyes wide and unbelieving as they continue to scan for signs of what the hell is going on. “Eddie, what do we do?”

The door behind you rockets open, the handle embedding itself in the drywall with a crack. Max stands on the other side, one foot forward from where she’d kicked the door open, her chest heaving. “Munson,” she pants, crossing the room as she begins to pull her hair back into a high ponytail, “we have to get out of here.”

“What the fuck is going on down there, Red?” His voice is raised in distress, still not moving as Max passes him toward her room. It’s the most emotion you’ve heard out of him so far.

“No one knows,” she calls behind her as she lifts her hoodie over her head and throws it, going digging in dresser drawers for different clothes. “It’s fucking chaos out there. Everyone just started running when the alarm went off. I heard someone say they saw Infected.”

“Infected?” A chill of fear shoots down your spine, cold leaking out into your ribs as they begin to feel tight. “Inside the walls?”

“No, they were talking about across the river,” she snarks, slamming sounds increasing as she disappears further into the room. “Yes, inside the walls.”

“Did they say how many?” Eddie finally starts to move, jogging into his room with you directly behind as you both go diving for your own packs.

“It doesn’t matter,” you can feel Eddie’s glare on the top of your head as you keep your focus on shoving your things back into your bag as you talk. “It’ll just keep increasing exponentially, even one is too many.”

“Since when are you a fuckin’ expert--”

Eddie’s sneer is cut off by Max walking in. “Bambi’s right, Munson.” Your annoyed look shifts from Eddie to her at the nickname, but one blink in your direction has you turning back to your things. “Even if only one Infected bit one person and no one knew, it’s already too late in a city this size with this much panic.” She lays a machete down on the bed in front of you. “You know how to use one of these?”

Her blue eyes are bright even in the low light, a certain fire to them that can’t be extinguished even by the darkest nights. She’s decked out in battle gear, protective clothes built for moving and hiding, her knives in place, her ginger hair slicked back to her head. She doesn’t look scared or nervous – if anything she looks more at ease now than she did by the bonfire. More determined. Like this is what she was made for. You look between her and the machete once before giving a stiff nod and clipping the sheath to your pants. Eddie swings his pack onto his shoulders, going for the twin pistols on the bookshelf. “Saw an explosion northside along the wall, do you know what that noise was southside?”

She shakes her head, disappearing behind you again. “I told you, it’s a mess on the ground, no way to tell anything. We gotta get out of the city.”

Eddie swears under his breath, leaning both of his palms on the edge of the bookshelf as he hangs his head and takes a deep breath. “St. Peter’s was clear when we went through yesterday,” he calls out without lifting his head, eyes pinched shut as he continues to take measured breaths.

“We’ll try there first. Seems like most of the commotion was towards the west so hopefully we’ll have a clear shot.”

The wood groans under Eddie’s hands as he digs in, pushing off of it forcefully enough to send it rocking back against the wall. He turns on you, face stern and with a frightening calm to how he’s holding himself. “Grab whatever you can, don’t plan on coming back.”

He pushes past you back out into the rest of the apartment where you can hear Max rooting around in the kitchen. You shove the last of your stuff back in your pack, zipping it quickly before releasing the mag to check ammo on your pistol. It gets tucked into your holster and your pack gets thrown onto your back. One last quick scan of the room – the one that was Eddie’s home, that smells like him, that has his books, that he lives with Max in. Something catches your eye, sitting in its spot on top of the bookshelf just as it had when you first walked in. You grab for it and shove it deep into your pack before you turn back toward the other two.

A plastic bag gets thrown your direction without warning, slapping against your chest and falling into your arms. “Put that in your bag,” Eddie commands, shoving a similar looking bag into his own. You want to bite back at his order, at his authority, but a twin set of explosions sounds outside, smaller but also closer than the ones before, interrupting you enough to just do as he says. “Were the stairs clear when you came up, Red?”

She nods, shoving a canteen into her bag and then pressing off toward her abandoned rifle where it still rests by the couch. “Might not be now though, if people were running in like us to try to grab what they can.”

“Okay, I go first, Red covers us in the back.” He looks you over for a minute before adding, “Bambi,” a pause, as if feeling out how the newly assigned nickname fits in his mouth, before continuing, “stay close to us, but if anyone gets separated, head for St. Peter’s. You remember where that is?”

“One block north, 3 west, big cathedral,” you answer, which seems to impress him for a moment before he turns to dig something out from behind the couch. His arm reemerges with a baseball bat in hand – the black paint along the wood peeling in places and long nails hammered straight through the top. He tucks the handle under his arm as he double checks the magazine of ammo on both of his pistols. His bandana is tied around his head, keeping his bangs off his forehead and helping the rest of his hair stay back. Beneath the glazed over calm, you can see a subtle shake to his fingers as he clicks the mags back into place, a certain jerkiness to his movements as he prepares to leave.

Easy to imagine that it’s because he knows he might never come back.

“Everybody ready to roll out?” Max asks, as he loops the strap of her rifle over her shoulder.

“Ready,” you confirm, tightening the straps of your pack and undoing the latch of your new machete so it’s easier to slip out if needed.

Eddie nods and takes another deep breath, straightening his spine on the inhale. “Then let’s go.”

The three of you press out into the hallway, now pitch black without the stuttering lights above. Eddie navigates it easily, years of muscle memory taking him directly to where the sharp corner bends to the rest of the hall toward the stairs. You follow close behind, eyes struggle to adjust in the dark as you keep your fingertips outstretched so they brush along Eddie’s backpack to guide you. None of your footsteps make a sound on the stamped down carpet, hiding both yourselves and any possible assailants from being found so easily. Luckily, the three of you push into the stairwell without incident.

Emergency lights cast an eerie green across the concrete walls as you begin to descend, not hearing any foot steps other than the 3 of you. They echo out across the walls, ricocheting higher and higher above your heads. None of you speak, trying to listen for anything that might be out of place. The closer you get to the ground, the louder the cacophony outside grows. Gunfire, yelling, the odd explosion ringing out more and more distinctly as Eddie checks back behind the stairwell, just as you had yesterday, before pushing out and into the lobby.

There’s furniture overturned, a fresh trail of bright red blood leading off and toward the elevator, but the space is otherwise empty. As the three of you approach the glass doors, you see silhouettes of people running past, all headed west. When Eddie breaks the seal of the enclosed room, that’s when you start to hear the screaming.

It’s everywhere – gunfire and people crying out coming from every direction as your eyes adjust to the night air. A few more people run past, paying no attention to you as they head toward the river. “Okay, eyes up,” Eddie adjusts his hands on the grip of his bat and sets into a jog toward the east.

Staying in a line, him in front and Max behind, you keep a hand on the handle of your machete as you press on toward the cathedral. You jog past a couple, a woman supporting her husband as he limps along with a hand pressed to a steadily bleeding wound in his side. Taking out your flashlight with your free hand, you click it on as you travel away from the burning fires and deeper into the shadows. The light coasts over empty sidewalks, reflects back off of store windows, and catches on disturbed dust from the road beneath your feet. Eddie holds out a hand for you both to stop and points out ahead and to the right, your flashlight immediately angling that way.

Two bodies lay in the street unmoving. As you approach, you see they are definitely not breathing, torsos littered with bullet holes, as if gunned down by an assault weapon at a distance. After confirming those people definitely aren’t getting back up, you all press on, a bit slower than before as you watch out for signs of further struggle.

Your flashlight catches on the dry, dead grass of the small park across the street from the cathedral. Scanning slowly across it with the bright light, your breath catches in your throat when you see a hunched over form toward the center. The person is on their knees, bent over with their head angled down. Another few steps and you can see they’re bent over a person in FEDRA armor, the body on the floor twitching as the kneeling figure presses their face into the other’s neck. A shift in your position has the light reflecting off a piece of metal on the body.

The Runner immediately throws it’s head up, it’s shoulders twitching once before it whips toward the three of you. Trails of blood pour down from it’s mouth as the lips part, letting out an inhuman roar as soon as it makes eye contact. It leaves behind it’s meal to stumble to it’s feet and make a break in your direction. Eddie takes a few quick steps toward it, bat clutched in both hands, and he reels back. The Infected lunges. The nailed end of the bat makes contact with it’s skull, the right side of it’s head caving in with a sickening crunch as the force of his swing sends it off to the left before it hits the dirt.

“Come on,” he walks toward the doors of the church as Max jogs up from behind you and toward the FEDRA officer on the ground. One of her knives strikes through his eye and into the skull, effectively ending any chance the fungus had of reanimating him. Eddie climbs the small set of steps to the cathedral two at a time and presses in against the door. It doesn’t budge. He tries again, and again, before turning toward you. “Hold this for a sec.”

You take your hand off of the handle of your machete to take the bat from him, trying not to look at the fresh blood shining on the nails as he turns back for the doors and tries again.

“What’s up?” Max asks as she comes up behind you, pausing on the steps.

“Doors jammed,” Eddie explains through a groan, pressing his entire body against the doors. He steps back, backing you up along with him, as he lifts his foot and brings it down next to the broad handles. After 3 more firemen’s kicks, the door still doesn’t move an inch. “It’s barred from the other side,” he explains, breathing heavily with exertion. “Who the fuck would’ve even…?”

“Is there another way in?” You ask, holding his bat back toward him, fingers brushing as he takes it in his right hand.

“There’s another door in the back, but the path to get there is blocked,” Eddie turns back toward you both, like he’s about to discuss next steps, when you hear a pained scream to your right.

A group of Infected have taken down two people a block east, their backs all curved down as they crowd around the struggling humans. “No time, we gotta go,” Max ushers you along, directing you back toward the west as Eddie catches up to her. “We go for transit by the convention center, if that’s shot we go southwest exit.”

“You got a death wish, Red? Southwest is barely holding as is,” Eddie asks, jogging forward to walk in line with you as you scan the streets ahead with your flashlight.

“Barely holding means no Infected,” she replies, her voice fading out as she turns around to see if the group behind are following. “Plus you’re already heading west, we’ll be able to take a straight shot down to Harahan and get across the river.”

Eddie lets out a heavy sigh beside you, his head tilting left and right along his shoulders in a stretch. “Fine, but we’re still going for convention center first.”

The three of you set into a brisk walk back the way you came, seeing even less panic than you had before. You catch the backs of people ducking into store fronts and crossing the streets ahead, but it’s mostly just shadows moving in the dark. As long as no one turns on you, you pay them no mind as your group moves forward in a steady sweep of the path ahead.

The screaming gets louder the further west you get. Though still hard to tell with the way sounds bounce off the tall buildings downtown, it seems as though most of the commotion is coming from the direction of the bonfire. Another chill of cold fear slides down your spine thinking of the huge gathering of people, half well on their way to intoxication, in the midst of whatever this is. You find yourself wondering where Maggie and Libby are, where Sadie is. If they’re safe or not.

“Let’s cut north after City Hall,” Eddie says, voice loud enough for you and Max to hear him but low enough to hopefully not attract any unwanted attention. You’re about to get back to the intersection of The Claridge House when an explosion echoes out from the right and a crowd of people runs through the intersection, heading south toward the bonfire. They are pushing each other out of the way, feet locking together and sending others down into the dust. The people tripped barely have time to hit the ground before they’re scrambling up again to keep running. Running like their lives depend on it.

Eddie is scanning through the running crowd as you clear the corner, looking out across the tracks to see what they’re running from.

There are more hunched over figures, feasting on prone bodies, stragglers from the escaping group being tackled to the ground right in front of you. There are at least 15 Infected littered across the tracks, each with their own soon to be companion bleeding out on the bricks. Their bodies jerk unnaturally as they press down, light from a nearby trash can fire flickering across their arched backs. “Holy shit,” you murmur, backing up a few steps and running directly into Max.

Her hands grip your biceps and push you lightly toward where Eddie is already pressing forward again. You jog to catch up, listening as Max follows close behind. You’re barely halfway down the next block when a FEDRA vehicle comes careening from the north. It veers directly into your path, speed only increasing as it barrels down the street toward you. It jerks left and right, screeching tires rolling across tarmac as you try to guess which way to run to get out of it’s way.

Whoever is behind the wheel must have lost whatever battle they were fighting, because the vehicle suddenly takes a hard right and goes smashing into the parking garage beside it. The crash is deafening – metal scraping metal and dragging on concrete as the hood smashes into an accordion fold against the concrete structure. It was going so fast the back kicks up off the ground before slamming back down with a bounce of the tires. Eddie holds out his arm to stop you as your ears ring from the force of the crash.

The front cab catches fire, the flames quickly doubling in size as Eddie backs up. “We gotta go, we gotta go! This way,” he directs you and Max down the alleyway beside you, drawing your own group closer to the bonfire spot.

“We’re getting herded like animals out here,” Max yells as you run beside her, your pack slapping against your back as you move. “We have to get out of the choke, everyone is getting pressed to the center of the zone.”

You’re about to reply when the vehicle behind explodes, the force and heat of the blast sending you to your knees. Your hands make contact with the ground, your flashlight flying out of reach as you try to keep yourself from falling on your face. Dust kicks up into your eyes, nose, down your throat as you gasp from the shock. It sends you into coughs, your eyes watering forcefully enough to blind you. The world spins beneath your hands as you try to recover your bearings after being sent to the ground. Your ears are ringing even more, not having recovered from the first impact, and your eyes are too blurred to see anything in the dark. Your throat screams in protest as you try to haul in breaths between your hacking coughs, only succeeding in inhaling more dust.

An arm loops around your waist, hauling you to your feet and using that grasp to get you moving again as you continue to cough and try to blink the dust out of your eyes. “Everyone okay?” Max calls out from the dust cloud, her voice rough as if she too was caught up in coughs.

“Good,” you manage to reply in a rasp before another coughing fit hits you, keeping your feet moving in the direction the arm around your waist directs you. The dust cloud clears out when you’ve crossed the threshold, giving you clear air to breathe as you spit out dirt onto the pavement and wipe at your eyes with the backs of your hands.

“Come on, we gotta keep moving,” Eddie’s voice comes from right beside you, the arm releasing as he lets out a few coughs of his own and waves you to follow. You ignore the sudden chill that sinks through you as his warmth pulls away.

The three of you keep trying to head southeast, getting blocked off in various ways, sending you towards where the light of the bonfire continues to grow in the distance. People are running this way and that across the streets like no one knows which direction to go in order to escape the panic. The flicker of the fire stretches out across the path before you, shadows stretching and growing in the distance like spectres with wills of their own. The closer you get to the celebration, the more bodies line the streets. Some bloody as if torn into by claws, others with their throats slit, some with their skin burned.

Around the corner, the market is on fire. The tarps above each stall waving in the wind as they burn, the entire open air gathering point caught up in flames. Eddie’s steps hesitate for a moment as a figure runs out from between the market stalls, their clothes and hair burning as they scream bloody murder. Another figure emerges, also engulfed in flames, and tackles them to the ground, both bodies rolling away from you as they struggle.

Turning away from the sight as your stomach twists, you mistakenly angle yourself toward the original bonfire location. There are even more bodies here, some shot, some looking like they were torn apart. Piled on top of each other in places. Bile rises in your throat, the sharp smell of blood suddenly invading your nose as you scan of the carnage that once was the celebration. It covers the ground, crimson seeping into the soil from all that was shed across it.

You see the woman who played the fiddle on the ground, a bite mark on her arm and a bullet wound through the back of her skull. The man who handed you your cup of piss whiskey is laying on his side, blood trickling out of his mouth and a cut across his throat. There’s a person half sticking out of the flames: long blonde hair, a yellow floral dress, and alabaster skin slowly being consumed by fire. You almost fall backwards onto your ass as you stumble away from the sight.

“Come on, you gotta keep going,” Max catches you, gripping your biceps for support again as she helps you past the rapidly spreading bonfire and beyond the stench of blood and the bodies, known and unknown.

Eddie jogs through 2 alleyways and around a corner, looking back every few seconds to make sure you’re both still behind him. He emerges into an intersection, looks left and then–

A figure tackles him, sending him to the ground ass first as they descend. “Fuck!”

Max takes three steps forward and kicks the Runner off of him like it weighs nothing. Eddie scrambles backwards as she pins the person to the ground with her boot and shoots it twice in the forehead. It falls limp when she kicks it again for good measure before wiping her boot off on the pavement like she’d squashed a bug. Your eyes find Eddie, wide and searching for wounds.

“I’m good,” he says when he catches your eyes on him, “Just busted my ass, I’m fine.”

“Maybe clear your corners before walking past them next time, Munson.” Max’s voice is dripping with sarcasm, barely showing any concern for him as she holsters her pistol again and looks out over the new space.

You step over and offer your hand to Eddie, still on the ground. He’s glaring at Max’s back but the look softens when he sees you reaching for him. He braces his hand on your elbow and you do the same before leaning back, helping him pull himself to his feet. There’s a bit of blood on his palms from how quickly he pulled himself away and it stains your skin before he wipes it off on his pants.

Another FEDRA vehicle goes careening past the intersection you’re looking at, this one in control as it heads to an unknown destination to the south. “All the trucks are headed south, might be a way out,” you note, looking between Max and Eddie.

Neither move nor speak for a few moments and it hits you with a startling realization – they probably knew a majority of those bodies littered across the park. They’ve lived here for years, are known members of the community. Max was helping you past the corpses of people she knew while you tried not to lose it just from seeing bodies you barely recognized.

This is their home. And it’s burning to the ground around them.

“We stick close to the buildings down Riverside. Head for the southeast exit point.” Eddie is solemn, eyes downcast as he starts walking again. “Hopefully we won’t run into whatever FEDRA is going for.”

As if that wasn’t a jinx in and of itself.

A few more blocks south, you catch sight of a huge blockade. FEDRA trucks in a V formation blocking a road. A few yards back from the open point of the V, FEDRA officers kneel and stand with assault rifles going off almost non-stop, empty shells littering the ground around their feet. Bodies cover the intersection between the V and the officers, to the point of piling on top of each other. Infected run for the gunfire and get funneled into the FEDRA trap, falling as more bodies hit the piles. Some climb over the vehicles and try to lunge for them but there are enough officers that they quickly meet the same fate.

The three of you press tight to the building beside you, hidden in shadows as Max steps up a bit closer to speak lowly. “We’ve gotta get past them but if they see anything move they won’t hesitate, doesn’t matter if you’re bit right now or not.”

Eddie looks on, his teeth pressed tight together. “They’ll have the area behind them blocked off, or even if they don’t, they’ll take it as a threat and attack on sight.” The two make eye contact in front of you, Max’s eyebrows raising as she tilts her head. Eddie exhales harshly through his nose before giving her a stiff nod. “Come on, with me,” she murmurs to you, signaling you to follow her back the way you came. You glance back to make sure Eddie is also following, catching him throwing two middle fingers at the FEDRA blockade before trailing after you.

Max leads you west, away from your supposed destination and also toward the direction all those infected were pouring out from. While you want to question, you decide against it as she sneaks around corners and towards the southwest like she has a plan. The screaming steadily rises in volume, gunfire and the sounds of fighting growing beside you. The three of you emerge into a huge intersection filled with people.

Infected press in, clashing with civilians across the open area. Knives and bats and hatchets and axes slice through the air as the people of Memphis fight back against the Infected that try to bring them down. Cutting down former neighbors, slaughtering what used to be friends, sending loved ones to the ground and executing them. You spot Gus out in the chaos, a bloody butcher’s knife in hand as he hacks at the neck of an Infected, sending it to the ground and it’s head rolling off to the side. Max passes you, pulling a hatchet out of the bag behind her and entering the fray. “Max, what are you –”

You drag Eddie out of the way as an Infected flies past, moving too quickly to course correct when you shift it’s intended target, and tumbles over a corpse beyond. “Shit,” you gasp, as another Runner darts toward you both. Eddie’s bat rears back, once again cracking across the skull with a whack. “Where are we going?!”

“Through!” Is Eddie’s only reply, arm coming behind you and dragging you with him toward the fighting.

You duck to dodge an elbow, side step around a struggle, get to a spot where it’s clear enough that you can take off into a run. Max is a few feet ahead of you, hacking and slashing into anyone who comes at her like a fucking angel of death. A whirlwind of fire cutting people down and leaving butchered corpses in her wake. An Infected approaches from behind her, well beyond her field of vision, and you act on instinct.

Your machete is in your hand and you use your running momentum to strike it down into it’s neck, blade sinking into skin and muscle before connecting with bone as it falls forward. You release the handle, letting your machete go down with it as you pull out another blade. Denim covered knees hit the ground, blade sinking into the space below it’s skull with a professional hand, rendering it immobile and hopefully dead.

Knife returning to your pocket as you stand, you brace your foot on their back as you grip your machete again and try to pull it out. Try being the key word. It’s lodged tight, even as you press down with your boot and attempt to yank it free with both hands. In your moment of distraction, there’s a flash of movement to your left and then you’re hitting the ground.

Arm braced to keep the snapping, snarling jaws away from you, you struggle with your other hand between assisting your braced arm in keeping the monster away from you (a losing battle) or trying to reach for a weapon (a losing battle). The weight of the Infected presses down along your whole body, blood running cold as you try one last time to push it off of you.

The weight flies off along with the sound of bone crushing under weight. You gasp out air, trying to scramble to your feet when a hand appears in front of you.

Eddie’s chest is heaving, a smear of blood across his cheek, red soaked bat in one hand and the other stretched toward you. “We’re even,” he says as he pulls you to your feet, a small smile on his face. You go to try to dislodge the machete again but Eddie waves it off. “It’s a piece of shit, come on.”

You both set into a jog toward the swing of Max’s long, red ponytail. She’s shooting into the face of a clicker, 4 rounds directly to the nose before it falls at her feet. Another sacrifice as she burns forward, cutting through the crowd like a force of nature as she fights toward Gus. Her boots are slick with spilled blood, pants stained red, with one of her sleeves torn at the elbow. But when you manage to catch a glimpse of her profile – she’s smiling. She’s grinning like a kid at Christmas as her torment continues.

You’re close enough now to see the sweat and blood that covers Gus as he fights back to back with four others. Max is pushing toward them, almost close enough to call out, when the wall beside them explodes outward. Two of them are immediately crushed by debris, bodies flattening in horrifying squelches beneath the stone, Gus and the other two barely managing to avoid the same fate.

An Infected emerges from the dust, larger than any you have seen before. Fungus covers large portions of it’s body, somewhere near 8 feet tall, and fucking huge. You stand frozen in place as it takes two hulking steps toward the small group, who doesn’t have enough time to scatter, and grabs Gus like he weighs nothing. It lets out a roar that vibrates the bones beneath your skin directly into his face as he struggles, eyes the size of saucers in fear. In mere moments that feel like an hour, the monstrous creature grips his skull and rips his head clean off his body before throwing both pieces away like they’re made of tissue paper.

A scream tears from your throat as Eddie’s hands grip you, dragging you away from the creature as it lunges for it’s next victim. “Run, fucking go!” He’s yelling, sounding more scared than you thought was possible for him, as he directs you back toward the blockade.

“What about Max?!”

“Just GO!”

Adrenaline pumps hard through your blood, muscles pulling tighter, vision tunneling, and nerves numbing as you press into a full sprint away from the screaming that continues behind you. You don’t look back to see if Eddie or Max is with you. You don’t worry about FEDRA shooting you ahead. You don’t wonder if another Infected will intercept you as you go. You do what Eddie asked of you wholeheartedly and without question.

You fucking run.

Bullets fly past you in the opposite direction as you press in tighter to the buildings on your left. FEDRA filters in through the chokehold they made, assault rifles at the ready as they direct their fire toward the horrifying creature behind you. Molten metal whizzes past you, too close for comfort, and your shoulder rocks back to dodge it. Your sprint barely falters as a pressure against your back sends you into an alley. Wait, you can't dodge… A bullet?

Fire erupts across your bicep, searing into your blood and bones as you make contact with the brick wall. Another scream escapes you as hands grab for your shoulders, your own scrambling for purchase on the wall as your left arm feels as though it's being torn off. Your right fist flies, unseeing as you turn on your attacker. Run, fight, lunge, survive.

A hand grips your wrist before it can make contact and pins it back against the wall. Good arm pinned by the wrist, bad arm hanging uselessly at your side, a body presses you into the brick wall. The pressure and the brick digging into your back grounds you for the moment as you blink back into yourself.

Eddie comes into focus, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths, his eyes rapidly flicking between your wrist, your hand, and your limp arm. “Hey, hey, it’s me,” he tries to soothe, posture relaxing as your own tense muscles loosen slightly once you actually make eye contact. “Just me.” He pulls back slightly and your knees buckle under you – you barely fall a few inches before he rushes forward again to support you. “Hey, you good?”

Your vision swims, senses assaulting you from all angles as it feels like the cavity of your skull fills with water. “Dizzy,” you murmur, good hand coming down on his shoulder and gripping tight as the world shifts around you.

“Fucking hell, Bambi,” Max’s voice appears from nowhere, your head attempting to shift toward the noise. “Taking a bullet while running from a horde is pretty metal but we’ve gotta move.”

“Just…” Your mouth feels like it’s full of cotton, dry and heavy as you try to reply. “Just need a minute.”

“We don’t have a minute. Sorry, Bambi.” Eddie yanks your good arm around his shoulders and braces his own across your back. The pain of the movement sends you reeling, a shattered cry breaking out of you as he drags you forward. Max, faster and unburdened, presses ahead to make sure the way is clear as Eddie borderline carries you down darkened paths you aren’t coherent enough to identify.

Your eyes blur and your surroundings blend together as you focus in on yourself, coming to the realization you can still adjust and feel your arm, but moving it feels like a fate worse than death. There’s blood dripping down your hand and onto the floor behind you as you hang off of Eddie and follow Max deeper into the shadows.

Thursday, August 18th, 2016 – West Memphis, Arkansas

Reds, yellows, and whites swirl around behind your eyelids as you come back to yourself. It’s a step by step process of returning to consciousness.

First, you recognize the bright light beyond your closed eyes is probably the sun. You can feel it beating down on your denim covered shins – which feel as though they’ve been cooking in an oven. The sun must be pretty high in the sky and your calves must have been in the sun for the entirety of the morning based on the uncomfortable heat crawling beneath the fabric. The rest of your body is less heated and potentially under shade, which you’re grateful for.

Second, you come to the realization you’re laying on your back. There’s something beneath you that isn’t ground and isn’t your backpack. It has a bit of give but isn’t necessarily comfortable. Your legs are dangling off the end of whatever it is, the heels of your boots resting on the ground. Your right arm is laying out beside you and your left arm is bound to your chest. You can shift your fingers on both hands, wiggle your toes in your boots. All limbs mobile and accounted for.

Third, your head and your upper left arm are killing you. The sun is too bright even behind your closed eyes. It feels like someone is driving an ice pick right through your temples and pounding into your skull. It echoes around the cavity housing your brain and bleeds down into a sharp tension in your neck. Meanwhile, your arm feels like it weighs 100 pounds against your ribs. It’s wrapped so tight you can feel your heartbeat beneath the bandages along with the sore muscles and throbbing wound. The wrapping comes up over your sternum and over your other shoulder, a makeshift sling keeping your arm in place.

When you finally decide to blink your eyes open, all you see is bright blue sky. There are no clouds to be seen and the sun must be coming in from a different angle because your eyes adjust to the light with a certain ease you hadn’t expected given the pounding in your head. Glancing a bit higher up, you catch sight of a white umbrella above, the saving grace keeping you from roasting alive beneath the sun’s rays. Between the shade of the umbrella and the breeze across you, it actually feels comfortable. Almost calming.

In an attempt to sit up, you draw your good elbow under to prop up your upper body. A groan of effort tumbles out against your will and you hear a snort of amusement off to your left. “Take it easy, Bambi,” Max’s voice sounds tired, lacking emotion. “Lost a lot of blood. Gonna be shaky for a while.”

You ignore her and continue to slowly push yourself up, your entire body protesting, before you are able to take in your surroundings.

The rooftop patio is bathed in late morning sunlight; the faded, white plastic furniture looking at odds with the three of you laid out across them. Max is sitting on top of a table to your left with one of her boots propped up on a chair. Her ponytail is a mess but still standing, the torn sleeve completely ripped off to show her forearm, the blood staining her clothing dried under the heat of the day. She’s leaning back on her palms as she looks out into the distance. Eddie is off to your right, leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees and his hands clasped between his thighs. The smear of blood across his cheek has been cleaned off but he still looks like a total mess. The bandana has been removed and it looks like he re-tied his hair back into a bun on the back of his head. His pack is still on his back and the now-crusty baseball bat lays on the patio lounger beside him. His head is up, looking out in the same direction as Max. Casting your attention outward, you find out what they’re staring at.

The sun has risen on a Memphis in flames. Large plumes of dark smoke filter up into the blue sky above from multiple different spots in the city. One of the fires is so large you can see the orange filtering up into the funnel even over the tall concrete walls. If you listen close enough, you swear you can still hear gunshots going off and echoing across the valley between you. Or maybe it’s just your imagination. A part of you hoping there are still some people in Memphis left fighting for their home. That not all was lost.

Max and Eddie do not seem like they have that same hope. They are both still as stone and silent as they look out over the home they left behind. It’s a solemn and heavy silence weighed down by grief. Mourning in silence. But they do not cry. They’ve lost too much to shed tears over something like this. You can imagine it feels almost like an inevitability.

It was always going to end up like this eventually – it was only a matter of when.

You tear your eyes away from the burning graveyard beyond and focus back in on yourself. Your upper arm is wrapped tight in white gauze, the sleeves of both of your shirts torn off at the shoulder above it. The fabric of your sleeves has been tied to something else and fashioned into a sling that has your forearm pressed tight to the area just below your chest. Shifting your shoulder in an attempt to test the movement of your arm has tears immediately jumping to your eyes, channeling your desire to yelp into a hiss between your teeth. You still have feeling, you still can move it, but it'll be a little while until you’re able to do so without pain. Probably a lucky break all things considered.

“Was…” Your voice is roasted when it croaks out of you, attempting to clear your throat barely helps. “Was I the only one hurt? Are you both okay?”

“Munson’s got a bruised tailbone and I managed to break my pinky again, but we’re fine.”

A sigh of relief leaves you at the news. Ease confirmed, and now extremely aware of just how dehydrated you are, you start looking around for your bag.

A water bottle rolls across the ground and knocks against your boot, coming to a stop within arms reach. When you look up, Eddie is back to looking out over Memphis, as if he hadn’t moved at all. You grip the bottle in your bound hand and use your good arm to twist off the top, downing half the bottle all at once.

Silence rings out for a while longer. You’re not sure how long you all sit on this rooftop and watch the city turn to ruins before your eyes. The sun might crawl along the sky but you’re not aware of it. All you can do is breathe in clean air that lets you know you’re alive and watch as the happy community of Memphis, Tennessee turns to ash, rock, and bone. Knowing there is nothing you can do to stop it or fix it.

“Now what?”

Eddie’s head falls, hanging down between his shoulders as he looks down at the ground. “We keep going. Head to Three Corners.”

Your jaw drops in surprise, eyebrows drawing together in concern. “Your home just burned to the ground, there has to be something more important for you to do than keep escorting me.”

“I signed up for this gig – made a promise to a friend – so I’m going to get you where you need to go,” his tone is clipped, his hands clenching so tightly together his knuckles turn white. “Besides, there’s nothing we can do to help them now.”

The defeat in his words sobers you. You want to argue there are plenty of things that could be done to try to help anyone who might still be alive down there, your heart still bleeding hot for those left behind, but he doesn’t look like he wants to hear it. You glance over to Max, to see if she has any reaction to his words, but she looks on as if she isn’t even listening to you.

“It might be slow moving while you recover,” he waves a dismissive hand in your direction, “but with the three of us, we should still be able to make it by end of day Sunday. Especially if we’re able to find a car worth half a shit.”

“I’m not coming with you.”

Eddie straightens at Max’s confession, confusion coloring his expression as he glares at her. “What do you mean you’re not coming with us?”

“I mean, I’m not going with you,” she spits back, rolling her head over her shoulder to look over at him.

“What are you planning to do instead?” He asks, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he sounds hurt.

She sits up then, pressing a palm into her knee. “Got some business to finish down there,” she angles her head toward the flaming city. “After that…” She pauses, a harsh swallow pushing down her throat. “I think it’s about time I paid Dustin and Will a visit.”

“You can’t be serious.”

Her head whips toward him at his dismissive tone, eyes narrowing into a glare. “Contrary to your own belief, I don’t need you looking after me.”

Eddie pushes himself to his feet, facing her head on. “I promised him I would.”

The declaration seems to hit Max like a slap across the face. She reels back instinctively, muscles tensing like she’s gearing up for a fight. The tension quickly rises to a boiling beneath the heat of the sun and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to stop them if it comes to blows.

Then Max exhales hot air, the tension pouring out of her along with it. The fight that seems so eager to come to the surface ducks back below the water to wait for its next chance to break free. “I know, Eddie.” Her hands come up to rub roughly at her face for a few moments. “But Bambi needs to get to Jeff. She needs you more than I do.” He steps one foot closer like he wants to argue but she holds up a hand to stop him. “I’ll be careful,” her voice lowers, softening into a sincere promise. “I’ll make it out to the other side and I’ll –” Her voice catches, emotions betraying her as she tries to shake it off. “I’ll go clean out the garage.” Eddie softens at that, his eyes pinching up in sadness. “I’ll pack up the truck and go to the ranch. See the boys. Maybe take it easy for a while.” The idea of it makes her laugh softly, some of the sorrow fading as her eyes unfocus, like she’s going off into a daydream of what that might look like.

“You’ll radio when you’re there?” He asks softly, as if he’s afraid to ask for anything at all.

“‘Course I will,” her tone still bleeds sincerity, more feeling showing from her now that you thought she was capable of based on your previous interactions with her. A gentle smile tilts her lips as she keeps eye contact with him, warmth seeping out of her. “I probably won’t get there before you get to Jeff’s but if you hang around for a few days, we can check in?”

Eddie nods, tears pooling at the bottom of his eyes as he turns away from you both. Looking back out over the wreckage and crossing his arms over his chest. Max hops off her table, stretching her arms skyward with a moan of release. “You’ll keep him on track, won’t you Bambi?” She flashes you a smile, the corner of her mouth sharp as she gives you a wink. The confident and deadly human weapon falling back into place. Walls sliding up and clicking into place.

You nod, trying to bury your own tumultuous emotions at the idea of continuing on without her. “I will.”

“Good,” she answers simply, hooking her own bag back over her shoulder. “Well, then. This is a see you later.”

Eddie tilts his head back, studying Max like this is the last time he’ll ever see her. “See you soon, Red.”

“Later, Munson.” She gives you a 2 fingered wave as she passes you. “Nice meeting you, Bambi. Good luck.”

You turn to watch as she crosses the roof and yanks open the door, disappearing into the dark without looking back once.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind her, Eddie lets out a sigh, his shoulders collapsing forward slightly. He turns on his heel toward you, immediately moving to pick up your backpack and move it within your reach. “Come on, Bambi. We’re burning daylight.”

He looks tired again. The kind of tired sleeping can’t fix. The kind of exhausted that comes from deep within you.

You wonder if he’ll ever find the peace of life Memphis gave him again.

thanks for reading and for giving so much love on previous parts!! if you liked this part, please give it a reblog and leave a comment if you can :)

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Tongues & Teeth - 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Chapter 3: Acceptance

Orion stared at the looming school before turning to his father.

“Are you sure we should’ve allowed Antigone out?” he asks. “It's simply been a few months, who knows what these imbeciles could do to her?”

Romulus humms, tapping at the steering wheel. “Son, there is no harm in giving her a taste of what she could get when she listens.” He raises a hand, gesturing to something unable to be seen. “We respect family and such, we will respect her wins.”

Orion’s mouth closes immediately, his complaint dying.

“Give a man what they desire and he’ll do anything as long as you provide him so.” There’s a smile on his father’s lips as his eyes turn to meet the dull red of his son. “Enid may act otherwise but she needs us, Orion.”

“To court this Wednesday?”

Romulus laughs, shaking his head.

“Close,” he chirps. “But rather to be worthy of Wednesday.” He leans back to look over his shoulder. “Why do you think she was so willing to listen once she figured out the opportunities we could give her?”

Orion couldn’t be mad with that logic. “I would’ve called her Odysseus if I knew that.” He sighs, rubbing his brow. “How could I not have seen it? Enid has been doing whatever she could to come to her Penelope - to think that I thought she was like me.”

The son had his hair ruffled in reply. “She is Orion, she is so much like you. After all, she’s the best of all of us.”

“She’s family, Romulus,” Orion dryly points out. “Of course she is.”

“Who was that truly, Enid?" Wednesday interrogated, her eyes narrowed and she turned to the blond the moment Enid shoved Sirius out the door. The door locks shut and with it, leaves wolf and mate. "He claims to be of kin but you hardly mention a man named Sirius during our correspondence."

correspondence? A part of Enid lightens at that. What a nerd, just say text like us plebeian modern texters.

For good reason, another thinks. I'd kill them if they ever get close to you.

The wolf huffs, patting off some imaginary dust from her hands and pulling at her jacket as she meets the eyes of her dear roomie.

She was going to say something, really but-

Gosh is it hard to think, to truly make a comprehensible sentence when someone so lovely is right in front of her. It didn't help that she could see Wednesday's jaw tense when a second past, the sight has Enid's lips twitching because she knows that her roomie was looking for answers but just like her over the break; she knows better.

Wednesday as always, is such a beauty to see with those furrowed brows and sparking eyes. She isn't in uniform, instead wearing a simple pair of black pants and shirt. On top is a familiar black baggy jacket with white lining the zipper and hood. It's absolutely normal and yet so Wednesday that it takes her breath away anyways.

(There's a part of her that stares a bit too long at the hoodie. She swears she can recognize it from somewhere but where?)

The shorter girl raises a brow when Enid doesn't speak. Her arms are crossed and there's a finger tapping at her bicep.

What an ever so impatient dear.

Yet either way she doesn't push. It's contained, like a candle in its cup and Enid cannot wait to see her melt. Seeing the flicker of heat, of interest, concern and wonder in those cold eyes has Enid's heart beating right out of her chest. This must be what Icarus felt when he first saw the sun.

She wouldn't mind falling to her demise either if the last thing she saw was Wednesday.

"Enid?" her bestie grits out before her face smooths out to something softer, more concerned. Fuck, it leaves Enid stepping closer, entranced to see it happening in real life.

It's one thing to see Wednesday be worried through text and another to see such beauty happen right in front of her eyes.

"should I be worried?" Wednesday's words aren't as harsh now, not quite per say but dare she say nicer. It's soft, like the stem of a rose before your finger catches on a thorn.

Enid shakes her head, the elders are weird but she can handle them. Wednesday looks unconvinced and a part of her is torn at that, she is delighted because that means Wednesday cares but another bristles at the thought that she may not be seen as capable enough.

Eugh, how complicated.

"What happened, Enid?" her bestie stepped closer and her arms dropped. The wolf watches, noting how they twitched mid way like they were going to grab something. Grab what? She wonders. Grab her? She dares to dream

Do it, she wants to urge. Cradle me in your palms and watch how I will do the same with the bodies of your enemies.

I'll do anything for you. Touch me, hold me- I don't mind whatever you do as long as it's you.

Enid smiles, all tight lips and bright happy eyes. God does she miss seeing Wednesday. She knows that her not replying is starting to frustrate her sweet bestie but it's on purpose! All they've been doing is texting and Enid has been wanting for so long that she feared that she'd forget her voice.

Let her savour this for a moment, savour the sound of death's embrace.

"I got better!" is Enid's cherry reply and like that was all she needed, she shuffles a lil bit closer. Close enough to pinpoint that lovely poisonous scent of nightshade and old bound books. “The olden time werewolves are so weird, 'Nes. Like that's the reason why I don't mention them much because have you seen Sirius? Dude's a jerk and you don't need more jerks in your life!" her arms spread towards her roomie, trying to explain the vision in her head.

Wednesday stares back, processing the sudden onslaught of talking. Seems like she too wasn't used to hearing the blond.

"I see," is her apt reply. Her eyes turn to the floor and she's apologetic. Awh, is it just Enid or did lovely Nessie think she was hiding Sirius and the elders for some other reason?

Enid continues, acknowledging it with a bounce on her feet. "But I learned during the winter and now here I am!" she gives jazz hands, gesturing to herself before flipping her hair. She gives a wink, feeling a little brave to fish for a compliment or two. "The hair is pretty right? I wanted to show the scars to the world so I thought it'd look nice."

Wednesday stares once again and Enid can see the way her jaw tenses. She's contemplating, Enid gasps in her head and she's so tempted to grasp at that chin and ma-

"You're different," Wednesday cuts in, her arms crossing once again as she stares up. They're so close that Enid can see the way her dear's ears seemed to turn a lil darker. "What did they do to you?"

It's adorable really, the way she's so concerned but it's starting to grate a tad. Like Enid's a big girl, she can handle herself. But oh, to be coddled by her usually strict bestie. It's so cute that she can't help but indulge. Let her roomie think what she thinks, the outcome is absolutely lovely either way.

"Is it the way I dress?" Enid teases, pulling at her jacket. "I know that I don't wear alot of dark colours but I thought it'd look nice!" her head tilts, acting like she totally didn't plan this out. "Wanted to match, even for a moment."

Wednesday freezes, her mouth shutting with a click. It makes Enid giggle, her roomie definitely didn't expect that.

The wolf shrugs and continues, her lips pulling into a toothy smile as she pulls off the jacket. "But if it's that much of an issue for me to wear your colours, Wednesday." she holds it in one hand and there's a part of her screaming to reach over and rip off the jacket Wednesday was wearing at that moment. "You can have it," Enid offers, leaning close.

Unfortunately, as much as the wolf wanted to get rid of her Dear's clothing, she wouldn't dare touch unless given permission.

"You do not need to placate me Enid," Wednesday says, finally able to speak once more and Enid pouts. Dammit, there went her chance to get rid of that jacket. She still hasn't figured out the problem but it still itches at her skull in a way she doesn't like.

"But Willa," Enid whines, holding up the jacket by the shoulders and brandishing it towards the girl. "I bought it for you! It's baggy, thick, absolutely good for any sort of conditions-" Wednesday's brows rise with each word and Enid can't help but smile. "- it's pretty darn heavy too!" her voice drops to a whisper as she comes closer. "I know you like the weight, Wednesday."

Much to Enid's dismay, she can see that Wednesday wasn't fully convinced so she jutted out her lip and furrowed her brow.

"Please? Try it for me?"

And gotcha. Just the knowledge that she did this nearly has the wolf wanting to twirl her hair like some cliche 90's girl but she has decorum so she'll settle with squealing into her pillow later at night instead.

Enid can see the way Wednesday's own shoulders fell in defeat. Gods, she looks absolutely lovely like this and maybe she's a little messed up but the blond is so tempted to grasp at the girl's chin and see more of the neck she bares. It makes Enid thank her wolf for giving her a few inches in height.

Wednesday surely doesn't know what she's doing but it still jumpstarts her heart anyways.

The smaller girl reaches over, brushing her fingers at the jacket as she squints up at the werewolf. “Bought it for me?” she repeats.

“Bought it for you,” Enid cements before letting out a small sound that has Wednesday’s nose scrunching. She knows her roomie folded but it's still nice to know that Wednesday is willing to go further to make sure she feels better. “But if you don’t want it, I can wear it so we can match! I know that you don’t like all my colours so I thought it’d be a good idea to get.”

"I abhor colour," Wednesday agrees. "but it suits you." a sigh. "Do not alter yourself for me, less of all to match."

Too late, a part of Enid cackles. I’ve done more for less.

Wednesday steps closer, bringing her hand out for the jacket and Enid meets every step. However, instead of passing the coat over, the wolf tugs at the hoodie Wednesday is wearing instead.

“Take this off,” Enid murmurs.

Wednesday’s arm falls and soon after, that detestable jacket follows. Something pleasant curls in her stomach and Enid carefully situated her coat around her Wednesday’s shoulders.

Enid doesn’t step back, instead she stares at the way the jacket floods the girl with its size. For some reason, it makes something akin to delight spark inside her chest. She didn’t need to think too hard to know that lovely smell of aged paper and poison began to mingle with her own.

In the end, the wolf’s hands lay near the hood, fiddling with the fabric as she speaks.

"You look wonderful, Wednesday." The werewolf's head is ducked and she knows of the symbolisms. Her neck chills at the lack of protection, open for any threat.

It's a sign.

Wednesday doesn't say a thing, she doesn’t step back nor does she deny but Enid can hear the beatbeatbeat of her mortal's heart.

It makes the wolf smile, all teeth and delighted.

#tongues & teeth au #wenclair #writing #chapter #fun fact the reason enid hates the jacket wednesday wore was bc she wore it when she was supposed to get out of jericho with tyler

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WIP Wednesday #23

An offering for fukumori week <3

Click here for an artistic surprise~

The boy turned in his chair to face the closed door behind him. His tone took on a fake sort of sing-song quality, one that made Fukuzawa’s mouth purse. “Oh, Mori~! You have a visitor~!”

For a moment, Fukuzawa heard nothing, and he wondered if the boy’s voice had carried far enough. Then the door burst open, revealing a tall, slender man wearing a long white doctor’s coat. His black hair bobbed against his shoulders as he looked around the room frantically until his gaze finally fell on Fukuzawa and Elise. Relief washed over the man’s expression, palpable in the air, and he crossed the room to coo at the cat in Fukuzawa’s arms.

“My darling Elise, you’ve come home!” The doctor reached forward with both hands to fluff the fur on her cheeks, and Fukuzawa felt the rumble of her growl as she struggled to evade the attention. “I’ve been worried sick! Please, promise not to run away again, or I’ll—”

Mori broke off on a hiss as the cat’s tiny fangs sank into his fingers. He pulled back, shaking his hand through the air to dispel the sting. Elise yowled at him, her mouth open to reveal two rows of threatening teeth. She pushed her way out of Fukuzawa’s arms and onto the doctor’s shoulders, using him as a catapult to launch herself gracefully through the still-open door behind him. She landed with a light jingle from the bell on her collar and scurried off down the hallway, her fluffy tail waving behind her like a victory flag.

The two men stared after her, quiet and uncertain. Mori seemed somewhat embarrassed to have his affections so easily dismissed, and Fukuzawa wondered if he’d done something to upset the cat on the way there. She’s been nothing but a well-behaved angel from the moment he caught her.

Surely he’d handled her incorrectly or something, otherwise why would she—

“Wow,” the boy’s cheerful voice broke the tense silence. He seemed amused, his elbows resting on the desk and his cheeks pillowed in his palms. “Elise still really hates you, huh, boss~?”

#wip wednesday #bsd #fukumori #fukumoriweek2023 #zenki soukoku #bsd fukuzawa #bsd mori #fukuzawa yukichi #mori ougai #vet clinic au #fluff #tooth-rotting fluff #literally. i'm aiming to give you cavities

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for mel @emeraldcas' 30 for 30! happy birthday dear, i hope you had a wonderful day <3

911 - buddie - 2.6k

prompts: muppets/romance/gifts/secrets

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Christopher loves Kermit the frog.

"I'm starting to think he loves him more than me", Eddie says one morning, sitting dejectedly on the loft's couch with an adorable little pout.

Buck laughs to himself and keeps browsing the internet for Kermit-themed stuff, hoping to find the perfect gift for Chris' birthday next week. "You know that's not true, Eddie."

"You don't know that", he says, pressing his finger to Buck's chest, and he attempts not to freak out about it. Ever since he accepted that he's been head-over-heels in love with Eddie for ages, every little touch makes him scream mentally.

Buck sits up a little straighter, gently pushes Eddie's hand off. He's so close he can see the freckle under his eye, perfectly placed like a little star where the universe made it to be.

"Eds. You're his dad. Nothing will ever win over that."

He just grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Okay", Buck says, turning to face him fully. "What's really going on?"

Eddie's incredibly brown eyes meet his. He sighs, admitting defeat. "I just... miss him, you know? I guess it's stupid. I mean, I see him every day. But it feels like—"

"You're not hanging out much?"

"Yeah. Is it my fault? Am I at work too much? Am I too tired to spend time with my son?"

Well, Buck is having none of this. It's completely unacceptable. So, butterflies be damned, he places his hand on Eddie's left shoulder, letting his thumb slide slightly above the collar of his dark blue t-shirt, just sitting there against his skin. He knows Eddie doesn't ask for comfort nearly enough, despite the fact that he deserves it more than anyone. If Buck has to be the one to give it to him, he'll be more than happy to do so for the rest of his life.

"Listen to me. You're doing nothing wrong, okay? Trust me. Chris is just— growing. The love is still there, he just wants to discover some stuff by himself. He needs to do his own thing, hang out with his friends. But he'll never love anyone or anything more than you. I promise."

Eddie deflates under Buck's touch. "Okay. Okay, you're right. It's gonna be fine. I knew this would happen eventually, it just... it's a bit sad, is all."

Buck frowns sympathetically. "I know, man. But hey, if you ever want some company when Chris isn't around, you know you have your own friends too, right? We can get a couple beers, some pizza, watch a shitty horror movie that makes us laugh..."

The last of Eddie’s worry is replaced by one of those blinding smiles that Buck can never help but mirror. "That actually sounds fun. I'll take you up on that offer later", he says cheerily, before they're interrupted by the first bell of the morning.

Eddie's smile stays plastered on Buck's mind for the rest of their shift.

It’s not until Wednesday, two days later, that Eddie reminds Buck of their conversation. They’re working out before the start of their afternoon shift, and Buck is trying with every bit of his might not to stare at Eddie’s arms while he does push-ups. He’s really, really trying.

They finish their sets and grab their stuff, walking towards the locker room, when Buck remembers something. “Hey, I haven’t told you! I found the perfect gift to give Chris on Monday”.

Buck watches Eddie muster his best bitchface in real time, trying not to giggle like an idiot, because how can anyone be that cute?

“Let me guess. It’s something to do with Kermit?”

Buck adds a bounce to his step and grins. “Yup. But I’m not telling you what. You’ll have to see it when Chris opens it.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’m so excited.”

Buck can’t hold it anymore. He laughs until his belly hurts a little, smacking Eddie’s back. “Oh, cheer up, Eds. I promise Kermit isn’t out to replace you.”

“Well, Kermit might not be, but Chris’ friends sure are. He’s sleeping over at Tommy’s on Friday.” He stops walking to stare at Buck and breathes, building up courage. Buck has seen him do that a lot recently, and is more overwhelmed with pride than he probably should be, because Eddie’s finally relying on the people who love him instead of trying to do everything on his own.

“I was wondering if I could cash in for that offer you made on Monday. Shitty horror movie and pizza?”

Buck’s grin widens. “Of course! Your place or mine?”

Oh no. Did that sound too much like a date? No… He’s just hanging with his best friend so he doesn’t feel too lonely while Chris isn’t around. That’s it. Just a movie and some drinks. No biggie.

He’s halfway through his thought spiral when Eddie answers. “Is it okay if you come by? Tommy’s mom is picking Chris up, so I might take too long driving to yours after.”

Buck nods, shaking off his paranoid overthinking. “Yeah, yeah. That’s great.”

It shouldn’t feel this weird, right? They’ve been doing this for ages anyway. Sit together, laugh at corny lines and bad special effects all night, eat pizza until their stomachs beg them to stop. Buck can’t count how many times he’s passed out on Eddie’s couch after a movie night, tired from his shift or having drunk too many beers. Eddie’s also stayed over at his before.

So why does Buck feel jittery and anxious for the rest of the day and all the way through his Thursday shift?

By Friday afternoon he’s managed to make himself act normal. After all, they’re Eddie and Buck. They’ve got each other’s backs, whether it’s to pull each other out of burning buildings or to keep each other company on a Friday night.

Still, seeing Eddie all messy-haired in a green henley and sweatpants when he answers his door really does not help at all. He stares at the dark strands of hair falling every direction from Eddie’s head, curling against his forehead, and all he can think is pretty, pretty, pretty.

He stares a bit too long, because Eddie notices and runs his hand through his hair, trying to flatten it. “Sorry, I fell asleep a little. Turns out Tommy’s mom picked Chris’ stuff up earlier and just went to get him directly from the school. He was so happy when we talked on the phone. Said he finally got to ride in Tommy’s ‘cool car’.”

Buck chuckles. “Oh, yeah. He told me about that. It’s a red truck with a huge sunroof, apparently. And get this, it has Kermit the frog and Gonzo bumper stickers.”

Eddie’s bewildered expression combined with his hair, which he’s messed up even further, make Buck double in laughter, holding onto the doorframe to avoid simply falling face-first onto his chest.

“How do you find out this stuff? I’m starting to think you know more about my son than I do”, he complains, but the slight crinkle around his eyes tells Buck he’s amused.

“Well, since you refuse to indulge him on his love for Kermit, he decided to start telling me about it.”

Eddie shrugs. “Fine by me. You can handle that, I’ll handle the math homework.”

Buck nearly misses Eddie waving him inside, too busy trying to pull himself out of the delusional, sickeningly domestic fantasies in his head where he gets to be a part of the little Diaz family, and they have the same kind of conversations they just had on the doorway, splitting Chris-related tasks and laughing about his adorable adventures.

When he walks into the living room, he feels like his heart is being ripped apart and sewn back together at an alarmingly fast rate. He’s in love with his best friend and he is so gonna ruin everything they’ve built for years.

He sees himself everywhere. There’s a navy-blue hoodie he left last week, still draped over the back of the couch, and a pair of slippers right next to Eddie’s and Chris’ against the corner closest to the hall. The duck-shaped mug he bought for himself to use in the Diaz household is on the coffee table, sitting on top of a wonky coaster he tried to crochet when he was healing from his broken leg and which Chris insisted to take home.

He’s been haunting Eddie and Christopher like a clingy ghost, and he still wants more. He can’t ask that from either of them.

He thought he could do this. He thought he could live with the fact that he’s in love with Eddie without ever doing anything about it. He thought he could keep offering to pick Chris up from school every once in a while, occasionally sneak into the Diaz zoo trip to make Eddie and Chris laugh with his ridiculous fun facts. He thought he could keep making coffee for Eddie at the 118’s kitchen, with one and a half teaspoons of sugar just like he loves it. He thought he could do all of it without changing everything, without having to fight the urge to hold Eddie’s hand every time they’re at the supermarket, without having to ignore the wish to kiss Chris on the forehead when he scrapes his knees.

Maybe he’s weaker than he assumed.

“Buck. Are you okay?” Eddie’s hand on the crook of his elbow coaxes him towards the sofa. “Hey. It’s okay. Sit down for me, yeah? Just breathe, Buck. I’m here.”

Buck unsticks his eyes from the duck mug, lifts his head up and stares. Eddie’s eyes are so brown and shiny. They’re soft and framed by long lashes, and they’re warm and pretty, and they’re worried, and… no, they’re supposed to be all crinkly and happy, and Buck is ruining everything.

“I’m supposed to be here to cheer you up and now you’re all worried”, he croaks, and Eddie’s frown just deepens.

“No. What? No— Buck, you’re here because I want you to be. Because you’re my best friend and I’m happy to spend time with you any day. I’m not— I’m not using you to make myself happy, I would never do that. Buck, I could never be happy when you look this scared. Of course I’m worried. But it’s not you fault. I just—I want you to talk to me, please. What’s wrong?”

Buck’s trembling breaths feel like lead running through his airway. “Eddie. I’m sorry, okay? I am so, so sorry.”

Eddie slowly wraps one of Buck’s hands between his own. “What are you sorry for?”

“I—” Buck swallows. “I’m everywhere, Eds. And I— I know you just said you want me to be here, but if… but if you knew what I wanted, I don’t know if you’d say the same. I just don’t— I’m gonna ruin everything, Eddie. I don’t wanna ruin everything. I can’t.”

Eddie’s grip on his hand tightens just slightly, and Buck lets himself feel it, every inch of it, just in case he never gets to again.

“Buck. What are you talking about?”

“Eddie… I love you. Just— I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense yet.” Buck pauses. Closes his eyes. Eddie’s soft eyes and the warmth of his hands envelope his heart. “You’re my family, Eds. You and Chris. And I don’t just mean you’re my best friend. I think… I think a while ago you started being much more than that. And I was too much of an idiot to even notice, for so long… I’m in love with you, Eddie.

"And I am terrified of every word that’s coming out of my mouth right now. Just a couple days ago I thought I could just learn to live with it, but then I saw you today and you told me I could handle Chris’ love for that silly little frog and you would handle the math homework and I knew that I really, truly wanted to have that for the rest of my life. And then I came in here and I saw all my stuff strewn around as if I lived here, and I realized that I can’t lie to you about this, Eddie, I can’t. Because I’m taking stuff that isn’t mine to have, and using space that isn’t mine to live in. And I don’t want to lose you, but I also don’t want you to keep having me in your life with only half-truths. I owe you much more than that.”

That’s about as much courage as Buck had in him. He stares down at Eddie’s hands, still wrapped around him, unmoving, and tries not to get up and run out of the room until Eddie’s said something. He waits, watching Eddie’s eyes trace the room the same way he did just a few minutes ago, until they land back on Buck’s.

“Evan, this house has been yours for years. You said it yourself, you are everywhere. And I—” he looks up at the ceiling and grins, and oh. There are those little crinkles. “I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.

I haven’t moved your hoodie from the couch because I love seeing it there every day when I come back from shift. I drink tea on that dumb duck mug because it’s the one I keep at the front of the cabinet. Your Top Ten Worst Natural Disasters book is still on my nightstand since the weekend you stayed with Chris while I went to Texas. I honestly wouldn’t really mind it that much if Chris rambled about Kermit the frog to me, but I love that he goes to you instead, and that you spent like four days googling Kermit stuff just to buy him a birthday present that he’ll love.”

Buck’s heart is about to take off running and never return. He turns his palm up, and Eddie’s fingers intertwine with his, and his smile is blinding, and Buck doesn’t need any other sight.

“Buck, this stuff is yours to have. All of it. And… and more, if you’ll have it. The early school mornings and the road trips and the movie nights, and the fights with ignorant teachers and the leak that we still haven’t fixed in the kitchen. And whatever obsession comes after Kermit, and even the math homework if you feel like it. And I’m sorry that I made you believe that this wasn’t a possibility. I guess I didn’t think it was, either.”

He grabs Buck’s face in his hands and pulls him close, close enough that their foreheads touch and Buck can feel the soft little strands of Eddie’s hair against his skin, can feel him vibrate with laughter, can count every one of his eyelashes, even through the blurriness starting to gather on his eyes.

“We’re ridiculous”, Eddie laughs, and closes the remaining space between them.

It takes Buck a couple of seconds to convince himself that this is real, that his best friend is kissing him in the middle of his living room, surrounded by all their stuff, telling him he can have everything he’s been wanting for so long. And when he does, well. He doesn’t let go for a long while.

They end up watching the Muppet Movie (if you can call making out with a movie in the background “watching”), and Buck doesn’t even have time to laugh at the irony of it all. He has much to thank Kermit for.

He thinks the Kermit-shaped mug Chris unwraps for his birthday on Monday says enough. It quickly owns its place next to the duck, at the front of the kitchen cabinet.

#i'm a tad bit late and i wrote this on a whim so it's not very thoroughly checked!! but i had a looot of fun writing it :)#again i hope you had a wonderful birthday mel!#emeraldcas30 #sara writes #buddie #911

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WIP Wednesday/Whenever | Tagged by @vampireninjabunnies-blog & @detectivelokis <3 | Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @fourlittleseedlings @poisonedtruth @strangefable @adelaidedrubman and anyone that would like to share a little something <3

For this week I'm dropping a snippet from Chapter 5, as per usual skipping right to the middle.

It felt like at least 2 hours had passed before the door opened again. Sabrina kept her eyes casted downward as a pair of boots came into view, crossing over the threshold, their owner humming a familiar tune. I know this melody. It was the song she sang in the cell. He was there, listening. The realization made her look up, her hazel eyes met John's as he neared, stepping into the light that spilled from the chandelier above. He was wearing jeans, a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up and way too many buttons undone, on top of it was a vest that belonged more in a courtroom than in a bunker in the Middle of nowhere, Montana. "Kept you waiting, didn't I, Deputy?" A dark smirk marred his handsome face, his posture exuding confidence, like he was about to slip into an opening statement any moment. Only in this room he had full reign, assuming the role of judge, jury and executioner. "Probably should consider serving some tea, maybe redecorating your dungeon. Red's a bit on the nose, don't you think? And I wouldn't rate your goon very highly on any scale either." The comment made him chuckle, and she tried to ignore how familiar it sounded, how it pulled on her soul. "Now, I'm not usually late, but someone decided to attempt to derail my Cleansing.", at that he unconsciously went to smooth out his dark hair, making Sabrina realize it's damp. Sabrina narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitching, "Did someone try to drown you, Seed?"

Don't laugh again. And he didn't, sending a smirk her way instead. "Now, Deputy, enough jokes, there are more pressing matters.", his head tilted slightly, his expression almost… giddy. "What's a joke is you thinking holding a Deputy hostage is a good idea, you of all people should know it's far from it. Aren't you supposed to be a hotshot lawyer?", she couldn't stop her sneer. "Deputy-" Sabrina cut him off, "I have a name." "Yes. Sabrina Blythe Donovan.", he said it matter-of-factly, but Sabrina could tell he took pride in that knowledge. It didn't shock her he knew her full name, with Nancy being on Eden's Gate side no doubt information about the whole Sheriff's Department was leaking like a sieve. A dry laugh escaped her, "Next you're going to tell me the name of my first boyfriend." John crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow, "Knowledge is power after all. And, Sabrina, you wouldn't be here if you didn't try to arrest my brother. You all had choice and it led to this." She pushed down the feeling at how familiar her name sounded on his lips, the twinge of longing it caused in her was nothing. It had to be. "There was an arrest warrant. I was just doing my job. Your brother is a criminal, and so are you and all of your people." "I'm doing MY job, Deputy. You're a sinner and so are your friends.", he retorted, his words full of conviction as he headed for his torture table. Sabrina froze, expecting him to notice a knife was missing, when he said nothing, she continued, "Why AM I here?" The words came out sharper than intended, carrying the tone she used when interrogating suspects back in Portland, the one that got her straight answers and stripped away all the nonsense. John turned, a look of amusement flashing across his face as he leaned against the table, legs crossed at the ankles. "I should be the one asking questions here, Deputy." "Old habits die hard, I was a-" "A detective back in", a dramatic pause, he raised a finger, "Portland. And you left it all behind to work for Whitehorse. Can't wait for you to tell me why." "I'm not telling you shit. I don't know what you think you're doing-"

John stalked towards her with swiftness that took her aback as he grabbed the armrests of her chair, the force behind his movement making the wheels skid across the floor. His face had grown serious, piercing blue eyes boring into hers as he loomed over her. "You will talk, confess every sin, no matter how small. I know exactly what I'm doing here." Their proximity sent a shiver up her spine and she tried to tell herself it was the bad kind. He was so close to a point Sabrina could smell the musky scent of river that clung to his skin. He had indeed taken a dive, her amusement at the confirmation died down quickly. His nearness, the position of his hands as he held onto the chair allowed her to see his tattoos in detail for the first time. In seconds her whole world came crashing down, her blood froze. No. She knew these tattoos, had seen them countless times in her visions, had drawn them over and over to the point they were embedded in her memory. NO. The hand holding hers as the world ended. The man that called her "Butterfly". It was John. John fucking Seed. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, "Hm. A butterfly." He was looking at her tattoo, at one of the butterflies that wasn't hidden by the strap of her top. As if she needed any more reminders of the tragic realization she had just came to, John said the damned word again as he backed away, "Why a butterfly, Deputy?" He was back to being nonchalant, like the outburst hadn't even happened. All she could do was blink, wishing her eyes were lying to her. "You still with me, Sabrina?", it had finally hit him she wasn't replying, that she wasn't talking back. Breathe. Focus. Snap out of it. "Wish I wasn't, won't lie.", she tried to hold onto her composure. Silence took over as John went back to his table, picking up a tool, looking it over then placing it down with care and grabbing another one, repeating the process.

It felt mechanical, like a show. Her own knife felt heavy in her hands, the tip prickling her skin, a wake-up call. She knew what she had to do in order to get back to Savannah, imagined it in the hours he made her wait on him. Plunging the blade deep, ending a life. But doubt was creeping in…

Her plan, the dark path she planned to take, there was a chance she would fail, she had seen him alive too many times. And her most recent vision… from the sounds of that one he was breathing and pissed off. John spoke up again, his attention still on the table in front of him, "My brother's church. Let's start there. You saw something." It wasn't a question, he sounded sure of it. She hadn't been able to hide her distress, even tried to stop the arrest. A new path became visible. A plan with a giant leap of faith. Probably the most dumb and risky decision she has ever made in her life. He wanted answers, and she was going to play along. For now. "I will tell you what I saw, but I doubt you'd believe it, they never do." Another smirk, making her feel nauseous. "Try me, Deputy." "I saw the crash. Before it happened, I mean." "A vision.", he nodded mostly to himself, "Joseph has them." "You believe then?" "They're from God. Of course I believe him." John believed Joseph, not her. She was used to people's scepticism, but she had a way to prove it this time. "There's more, John." Something flashed across his face at her saying his name outloud for the very first time, but the mask was back in place too quickly for her to figure out what. Focus. Her mother was good at selling any con, always knew how to approach a person, what they'd want to hear, which buttons to push.

"Say his name. Look him in the eyes and sell the idea, make him think it's his own, darling. There's always be an offer a man won't be able to refuse, one he'd throw himself in the deep end for, willingly. And when he's about to sink, you offer a hand, pledge your loyalty. He'd be a goner before you know it."

A part of Candice lived in Sabrina, and for once she let it take over. "I will tell you what's coming, but I will need something in return.", her voice sounded unshakeable, certain, the exact opposite of how she felt inside. John didn't break her eye contact, nor interrupted her. Sabrina got up from the chair, discarding the ropes as her hands dropped to her sides. "You've been untied this whole time, Deputy?", his eyes shone with amusement again. She took a few steps until she stood almost in front of him, her hand holding out her knife. Surrendering her weapon. "And you had a knife?"

When he made no move to take it, Sabrina placed the blade on his "work" bench and walked back, sitting down in the chair and rubbing her wrists. "I won't lie, I was planning on killing you." "And yet you didn't. Why?" "A change of circumstances." The look of curiosity refused to leave his face, "What's coming, Deputy?" It was a gamble, but she had seen him in a different light, the man from her visions was somewhere in John. Burried deep, probably half dead. I just have to dig him out. Use him to get back to Savannah. "Can I see your watch? Your men took mine." In few quick strides he was in front of her, offering his right hand for her, "You planning on pulling something else on me?" It was 11 am. "I had better opportunities to stab you now, didn't I?", her tone was matter-of-fact, she slipped back into her "let's get to the point" mode, "At what time does Mathias bring my lunch?" John quirked an eybrow, crossing his arms over his chest, "Mathias? You know his name?" "At what time, John?" "12:30, maybe 1 pm. Why? And this time answer the question, Sabrina." "An alarm will sound at noon, about an attack. Seems like you have time to prepare. That's all I can say." She couldn't read John's face, the mask of indifference had slipped back on as he shouted, "MATHIAS." The Peggie poked his head in as the door opened, proving she wouldn't have made it far if things have gone sideways with her original plan. "Yes, boss?" John's eyes remained glued to hers, as if searching for answers. "Take the Deputy back to her cell. I'm done talking." John broke their eye contact, marching off without another look at Sabrina and picking up her knife as he passed by the work bench. To her surprise, he pocketed it. Mathias was staring at her strangely, "Well, you heard him, Sinner, get up and start walking.", he paused, "Why are you untied?" Sabrina said nothing, she wasn't about to give him advice how to more successfully keep someone prisoner. The Peggie grabbed her arm forcefully, leading her back down the same way, not letting go until she was in her cell. She was on her own once again, sitting on the floor, her gaze on the tally marks on the wall, wondering if she should start counting the days too. The whole encounter had left her feeling empty, she had no idea if John had bought into her plan, his demeanor at the end felt bizarre, like another act he was putting on. It wasn't lost on her he stormed off before promising to keep his side of the deal or even asking what she needed in return. Sabrina was glad about one thing: he might have taken her knife, but she stole his too. She let out a deep sigh, her words were but a whisper, "Him. From all people. It had to be him." "God" or whatever was sending her the visions was probably laughing at the irony. For years she had questions, wondered who the stranger she kept seeing was and why he was showing up in them again and again. Not once was she able to see a face clearly. Anytime she'd meet a man for the first time, she'd ask herself if the moment for answers had arrived, but none of them ever came close, they never matched him. "Until today. Fuck.", it came out as a growl. She covered her face, her hands scrubbing at her skin, as if to wipe away all the things she'd been forced to witness ovetime that involved him. It pained her how much comfort she'd found in those visions, they were a rare constant in her life, a break from all the other glimpses into disaster and suffering. They were purely hers, something to hold onto and she had lost that too. "Knowledge is power, eh, John?", a sad laugh escaped her, "I'd rather not have found THAT out."

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Lifeguard!Tetsurou Kuroo x Lifeguard!Fem!Reader

This is for @ickyism's Tropical Kiss Summer Collab!

Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this collab!!

Thank you, @da1ryqveen, for beta-reading!!

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: pet names (pretty girl, baby, princess, baby girl), cowgirl position, cumming inside, oral sex (f!receiving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, and missionary position

“Hey, you’re late again,” Kuroo says as you open the gate to the pool. You raise your sunglasses to rest on the top of your head.

“Sorry, I had an emergency,” you say.

“Oh, really?” he asks, eyeing you. It seems like he doesn’t believe you.

“Yes, Kuroo, an emergency,” you defend and set up your lifeguard chair, ready for the day. You pull off your t-shirt, so you’re in your lifeguard bathing suit uniform. Kuroo shrugs and sits beside you on his own lifeguard chair. “Any people come yet?”

“No, I’ve been alone,” he says and turns to you, giving you a pout. You laugh.

“Sorry, I’ll try not to be late again,” you place your sunglasses back over your eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t think we’ll get any customers today,” Kuroo observes the area around you both. The pool parking lot is empty, except for your car and Kuroo’s bike.

“Oh?” you mumble.

“Yeah, it’s 2 p.m. on a Wednesday, and it’s supposed to rain later,” he tells you.

“Maybe the manager will let us leave early,” you hope.

“Heh, I wish,” Kuroo agrees. You open a magazine you brought and cross your legs. You push your chest out slightly as you move.

“What time does the rain start?” you ask. Kuroo checks the weather on his phone before he answers you.

“Around 3:30,” Kuroo says.

“Really? That soon?” you ask. Kuroo nods. You read an article as Kuroo goes back to using his cell phone.

“Oh shit,” Kuroo curses. You look at him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“I rode my bike here,” Kuroo points to his red bike.

“Man, that sucks,” you give him a sympathetic look.

“Y/N, can you drive me home?” Kuroo pleads. You give him a glare.

“Why should I?” you ask.

“Because it’s not cool to leave your coworker in the rain, plus…” he gives you a more suggestive look. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Will you?” you match his suggestiveness.

“You, out of all people, should know how good I am by now,” he says. You giggle.

“Fine, I’ll give you a ride home,” you say and turn back to your magazine.

“Thank you!” he grins.

You hope the rain will come quickly.

As soon as you and Kuroo start to feel droplets, you quickly pack your things into your car, and you leap into it, leaving Kuroo to stuff his bike into the trunk of your car. When he’s done, he slides into the passenger seat. You look at Kuroo, who’s a bit wet. His red lifeguard tank top clings close to his chest, and his black hair falls over his eyes. God, he looks so good like that.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, pretty girl?” he asks cheekily. You look into his gold eyes.

“You,” you reply, and he laughs at your honesty.

“I see,” he smirks. He opens the car door once more and hurriedly heads to the back seats. You look at him, confused.

“Uh, care to explain?” you ask him.

“Back here is better,” he says. You raise your eyebrow at him. Then, he extends his arms out to you. “Just come here.” You comply and climb over to the back seats. Kuroo grabs your hips and sets you on his lap. “See? Better.”

“Alright, you win, Tetsurou,” you roll your eyes.

“Damn right, pretty girl,” he says before he kisses you. His big strong hands hold you close to him while you wrap your arms around his neck. You open your mouth when his tongue traces your bottom lip. You feel his smile as he presses his tongue against yours. After a minute, he breaks the kiss and begins to kiss your neck.

“Mm, Tetsurou,” you hum.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he says into your neck. “Been thinking about you all day.” You moan as he begins sucking at your neck.

“Hmm, been thinking about you too,” you say.

“God, you and your little swimsuit always get me,” he says and nips at the red fabric.

“Tet-Tetsurou, please touch me,” you beg. He chuckles.

“Where do you want me to touch you, pretty girl?” he asks. “I need you to say it.”

“My chest, please touch my chest,” you plead. He chuckles again and moves his hands up to cup your breasts. You moan as he pinches your nipples through the fabric. Next, he moves his hands up to your shoulders, removing the swimsuit straps and leaving you topless as the fabric bunches at your waist just over your shorts. He latches his mouth over your right nipple and pinches the left one. You arch your back as you feel him swirl his tongue. Next, he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment. You moan and grind down on Kuroo’s lap to get some friction going. He pops your nipple out of his mouth, watching with amusement as you grind down harder onto him.

“You’re so desperate, baby,” he taunts.

“I-It’s your fault,” you shoot back.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he agrees. “Pretty girl, lift yourself up for a second.” You do so, and he quickly takes your swimsuit and shorts off and tosses them away. While you’re still above him, he takes off his tank top and slides down his shorts. His cock springs free, already leaking precum. While focusing on his cock, Kuroo swipes two fingers along your pussy.

“Ah, Tetsurou,” you moan. He brings his fingers to his lips.

“Damn, princess, you’re already so wet,” he says. You whimper at the loss of his fingers. “Aw, don’t worry, baby, come here.” He grabs your hips and positions you at his cock, before he slowly lowers you onto it. Your breath hitches while he groans and bottoms out. “Fuck, pretty girl.” You place your hands on Kuroo’s shoulders while he keeps his on your hips. You raise yourself and slam back onto him. You continue your shallow pace as you try to find a rhythm. Your thighs shake as you lift yourself off every time, and Kuroo begins to notice. He grips your hips and stops you.

“Huh?” you utter. He smirks up at you.

“Let me take it from here,” he says. He grips your hips and begins to thrust up into you. You moan as he hits your spongey spot every time. He grunts with every one of his thrusts. You throw your head back, and Kuroo watches your pussy swallow his cock. His thrusts hit you deep, and his cock stretches your walls. “F-Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tightly, baby girl.” You scratch at his back and arch against him once again. He thrusts harder into you, and you feel his cock twitch within you. “Shit, gonna cum,” Kuroo mumbles against your chest. You feel his warm cum shoot into your cunt and you collapse into his arms. You both breathe heavily as his cock is still sheathed inside you.

Kuroo lifts you up and lays you down beside him with your legs draped over his. You catch your breath while Kuroo kisses down your body to position himself between your thighs.

“What…?” you can barely even ask.

“I did say I’d make this worth your time,” Kuroo reminds you.

“Fuck, Tetsurou,” you can hardly believe him. He smirks and nips at your inner thigh, making you shudder.

“Make sure to be extra loud for me,” he winks. He licks up your entrance, holding you tightly as you shake from his actions. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be extra gentle.” He begins to circle his tongue teasingly at your clit as a way to prep you.

“Baby,” he says, prompting your attention.

“Hmm?” you quietly hum in response.

“Do you want me to use my tongue or fingers?” he asks.

“Fingers,” you reply. He nods. You whine as he returns to your pussy, sucking on your clit. His hands grab your hips to keep you in place.

“Don’t try escaping, baby girl. I’m gonna suck your clit and finger you till I’m satisfied.” He begins sucking again, sticking two fingers into your pussy. You shake from the overstimulation as you moan. Your hands grip the leather seat under you as Kuroo watches you intently. His fingers curl inside you, and your eyes roll back with your tongue falling out of your mouth. You feel Kuroo’s smirk as he sucks your bundle of nerves.

“Ah! K-Keep going!” you shout. You feel your abdomen tighten as Kuroo’s fingers thrust in and out faster. Your thighs clench around Kuroo’s head, trapping him. You feel your orgasm build up. “Fuck! Cumming!” Your orgasm rips through you as Kuroo’s fingers are covered in a mix of his and your cum. He brings his fingers to your lips. You open your mouth and begin cleaning his fingers.

“Yeah, that’s right, pretty girl. Clean up your mess,” he says. You suck his digits in, and he allows his fingers to go deeper into your mouth. You moan around his fingers as your tongue swirls around them. “Good girl,” he says as he takes his fingers out of your mouth.

“Tet-Tetsurou,” you speak up. “Are you gonna fuck me again now?” He chuckles darkly. He loves when you get all desperate for him.

“I said I wouldn’t stop sucking your clit and fingering you till I’m satisfied. And I’m not satisfied yet.”

“But–” he cuts you off.

“Besides, I’ll use my other hand. I’m better with it anyway,” he smirks. And like before, he brings himself back to your pussy. His mouth begins to suck at your abused clit. His other fingers thrust faster into your pussy. Every movement is faster than before.

“Ah! T-Too much!” you moan. Your pussy begins making wetter, lewder sounds, and your clit spasms in Kuroo’s mouth. You close your eyes as you try to keep yourself from cumming too soon. Kuroo studies your reactions again, knowing you’re trying not to cum too soon. With his mouth still latched to your clit, he circles his tongue. You arch your back off the seats and cum on his fingers once again. He sits up and looks at how spent you are. When you notice he’s up, you open your mouth for his fingers. He laughs at how well he trained you.

“Aw, baby,” he says, bringing his fingers into your mouth. You suck and lick them clean like before. “You’re so good at that.” He removes his fingers, bringing them to your face. He begins to kiss you and massage your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck. He breaks the kiss to ask you something. “Up for one more round?” You chuckle breathlessly.

“Are you serious?” you ask.

“Come on, just one more,” he pleads. You roll your eyes and smile.

“Alright, just one more,” you agree. He then lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You breathe in harshly.

“I’ll try to go slow,” Kuroo says. He thrusts into you slowly, as he promised. He kisses you and drags his cock out and then back in. You moan into his mouth, and he slips his tongue in. Your nails begin to scratch at his back, making Kuroo groan into your mouth. He breaks the kiss to look at you. “I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

“Just fuck me then,” you say.

Kuroo drags his cock completely out of you before slamming back in hard. Then, he picks up his pace and goes to suck at your neck. You moan out and pull his black hair.

“K-Keep going,” you urge. He keeps snapping his hips into yours, and you close your thighs around him. You feel your walls beginning to suck him in.

“Shit, so tight,” Kuroo mumbles into your neck. You hear him begin to lowly moan next to your ear. He bites down on your shoulder as he thrusts deep into you, making you cry out. Your arms dig into his biceps, leaving small crescents.

Kuroo’s cock begins to twitch within you. His thrusts become more erratic as he chases after his own release. After a few more thrusts, Kuroo finally cums inside you. He breathes with you while still hovering above you for a bit. When he gets up, he searches for your clothes and finds them in the front seat. He hands them to you, and you begin to dress.

“So, how was that?” Kuroo asks. “Told you I’m pretty good.”

“Yes, you’re good, Kuroo,” you figure you’ll appease his ego.

“Oh, I’ll help you clean up when you drop me off,” he says. “I think I’ll have some stain remover.” You laugh. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. It’s just you’re so different from before,” you chuckle.

“Huh? I’m the same,” Kuroo doesn’t seem to understand what you mean.

“Yeah, yeah. Well, come on, we should text the manager that we’re leaving early,” you mention.

“Oh, yeah, good idea,” Kuroo agrees. “And he says we can’t leave; we can just stay here.”

“Oh? We will, will we?” you ask.

“Yup, and I think we know how to pass that time,” Kuroo says.

(ﾉ^ω^)ﾉﾟ

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mavrintarou · 2 years

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[2:02 P M] Rintarou's story

Anonymous asked:

I feel like Suna would get jealous and protective over y/n and hate the way the twins treat her and would be like “yea you’re coming with me and we’re living happily ever after” and y/n would be like “cool im down because I loved you in high school too and that dick waaaay too bomb”

You asked and I tried to deliver. I left the rest to your imagination... now I'm dying to know the twins individual story!

Warning: S M U T; (my brain is fried to go into too much details and I apologize); 18+Note: nothing edited, I just needed to get this out.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (read it after all the side character story)- Atsumu's story - Osamu's story

“Just lay there,” he coos, “I’ll take care of you.”

You exhale softly, slowly dropping yourself back on his bed. Your legs are spread wide with him kneeling in between.

He teases the tip of his cock at your folds, pressing just enough before letting go, and his cock bounces back against his abdomen.

“Rin,” you hear yourself whine.

“Okay, okay…” he smirked before pushing the tip of his cock inside you.

Before Rintarou became your third sex partner, you spent most Mondays and Tuesdays with Osamu and then most Thursdays to Fridays with Atsumu.

That was the routine; you always had to keep it fair.

Until they invited Rintarou.

It had been a few weeks since that night, and now, you weren’t sure if the twins knew you were seeing Rintarou on Wednesdays and some weekends.

It all started when you had to go away to Tokyo for a work project for two weeks.

Two weeks without the twins, you looked forward to just having some time alone.

You had yet to learn that Rintarou would be in Tokyo as well. His volleyball training took place in Tokyo.

You were out celebrating when suddenly, a chair was pulled beside you. Startled, you turned to see who it was, and your eyes widened in surprise when you realized it was Rintarou. Your whole team shared the same shocked expression as you.

Rintarou greeted you with a friendly smile and a wink, sitting next to you. The introduction followed as he introduced himself in a charismatic manner that instantly captivated everyone present.

“Y/n! You never told us you knew professional volleyball players!”

Your smile doesn’t meet your eye… because Rintarou’s hand is inching up your skirt.

An hour later, as your team split off and you found yourself outside the restaurant, you glanced at Rintarou, still lingering nearby. Confusion filled your expression as you couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t left yet.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked, a slight frown forming. “Aren’t you going to go too?”

Rintarou turned towards you, a hint of a mischievous smile on his lips. “I’m waiting for you,” he replied, his voice carrying a teasing undertone.

Your frown deepened as you sought an explanation. “Why?” you inquired, genuinely puzzled by his persistence in staying behind.

Stepping closer, Rintarou’s hands gently reached out, his fingers carefully tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. A soft, nostalgic smile graced his lips as he spoke, “what are the odds,” he began, voice filled with wonder, “that we would cross paths here, miles away from our usual surroundings.”

Twenty minutes later, you were tugged into his hotel with his mouth hungrily over yours.

“You’re wearing too many clothes…” he mumbles. You stopped him before he could tear any piece of your work clothes. “I’ll buy you a new one, just get it off.” He growled, trying to help you remove your clothes faster.

You hurried, just as eager as he was to shred your clothes.

Before you can unclip your bra, you’re pushed on the couch with his mouth on yours again.

“Leave it,” he mumbles, fingers tracing from your chest to your hip. He then traces your lace garter belt, “I wanted to rip your fucken stockings off at the restaurant.”

You had only started to wear stockings after Atsumu would leave marks on your thighs and sometimes anywhere lower than your knee. He was a notorious bitter.

Rintarou settles between your legs, and your heart races when he touches a very new mark Atsumu left a few days ago that still looked fresh and vibrant.

It’s his silence that makes you nervous.

“How long have you been sleeping with them?”

You learned to embrace the truth that you enjoy sex and having multiple partners.

But his question made you feel shameful.

“A few months now… since their birthday.”

He hummed and stood up to yank off his shirt. He unbuckles his trousers enough to pull his hard long cock out. He gives it a few strokes, breath shaky as he gazes down at you. He grabs one of your legs, hooks it over his shoulder, and presses the other outward. He hooks your panties aside with a finger, and you gasp, feeling his entire length impale you hastily.

He rocks his hips effortlessly, creating a rhythm.

Like the first time, his cock presses against your cervix with each thrust.

“Should we…” he reaches for something, his phone. “Send a goodnight video to the brothers?”

You shake your head, unable to find your voice.

“Why? They send me videos of them fucking you all the time?”

At this point, you aren’t even shocked. Osamu and Atsumu enjoy poking each other when they have you all to themselves. Now, they have Rintarou to include.

His phone hovers over you, precisely where his cock is drilling into you. “Look whom I ran into today?” he speaks, recording his voice.

You always turn your face away and avoid looking into the camera.

“She feels pretty tight tonight….” He chuckles, “cutting it short, boys, she’s mine tonight.”

His phone is tossed on the coffee table, and his hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You’re mine.”

You grab the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss you.

His mouth gently moves against yours, tongue dancing with yours.

Your eyes shoot open, nearly biting his lips as he lifts you quickly.

“Rin!” Your arms lock around his neck as he walks with you, bouncing on his cock with each step.

He carries you to the bed but doesn’t put you down.

It was your turn to gaze down at him.

And he looks at you with an expression you haven’t seen before.

His arms are hooked under your knees, keeping you open at his mercy.

You slowly rock your hips, and his hands support your weight as you bounce on his cock.

Rin buries his face against your neck, nipping and sucking.

“Don’t mark me…” you utter.

“Why not?” When you don’t reply fast enough, he nips your shoulder blade. “You let them mark you, but not me?”

You pull back to look at him, “they know they can’t mark me where I can’t hide it easily.”

His face scrunches in annoyance, and you kiss it away.

Your hips rock harder and deeper, craving to be filled.

“Rin…”

“I know… me too.” He chokes, breath rugged from supporting your weight.

His nails dig into your flesh and pound into your pussy fast and deep.

Your arms tighten around his shoulder and neck, your pussy bruised and battered.

“Rin!”

Your pussy flutters around his cock, and you feel the spurts filling your womb.

You had no strength left, barely holding on to him.

He shifts his grip, slowly still lifting you easily and rocking into your sensitive pussy.

At last, he lays you down on the bed, still inside you. You stared silently at one another, trying to catch your breath and calm your heart.

Rintarou gently rocks his hips and pleads, “you should stay the night…”

. .

He never sent a video that night. You had anticipated your phone blowing up from the brothers.

“I just want you all to myself; they don’t need to know.” Was his response.

For the fifth day in a row, you stayed with him, laying lazily in bed, tangled together while cuddling or sleeping. You two would meet after work and his training, get dinner, and return to his hotel since it was closer.

You were engrossed in the movie that you didn’t hear him call your name.

A hand gently grips your jaw, forcing you to turn your head to lock your eyes with his. “Did you hear me?”

Your gaze shifted and remained fixed on the screen, barely acknowledging his words. “Rin, this is the part – “

“I asked,” he interrupted, his tone cutting through your thoughts. “What if you stopped seeing the twins?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his question. “What?”

“I’m asking if you would stop seeing the twins.” He repeated, his voice filled with earnestness, “for me.”

. . .

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E/n: Oh Lord Mary and Joseph, what would you do?

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bibblelevi · 3 years

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We all know teacher x student, and levis always the teacher right? But what if the reader is the teacher and levi is the student?

He would always low key flirt w/ her and when she finally gives him what he wants he gets overwhelmed😭

He can't handle it and comes in an embarrassing 2-3 minutes 😭

SUBBY STUDENT LEVI FOR THE WIN‼️

WHEN CONCEPTS LIKE THIS ARE SWITCHED I LITERALLY GO FUCKIN FERAL

cw: power dynamics (reader is a professor, Levi is a student), femdom, exhibitionism, toys, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), handjob

Levi is just so goddamn… shameless, in so many ways. he always knows exactly what he wants, and the moment he sees you—sheer nude stockings, tight pencil skirt, pretty blue blouse with the sleeves rolled past your shoulders—he knows that he has to fucking have you. not to mention how ridiculously smart you are. the way you speak and the sound of your voice has his stomach in fucking knots sometimes.

it’s starts with going to office hours. he always drops subtle hints, always stares you dead in the eyes, because he knows that you’re smart enough to pick up exactly what he’s putting down.

the tension is so obvious, and one day it fucking snaps. he’s gripping both sides of your chair, trapping you in, kissing you full on the mouth. all of the pent up desire released in one curl of his tongue. he’s so hot and ready for you, so when you slide your fingers into his hair and push him down onto his knees, he lets you. because he’s so fucking good. good, smart, and handsome. he licks you with long, thick fingers buried inside of you, squeezes his own legs together, and whines at the feeling of his cock swelling against his slacks.

you come nice and hard, and leave him hanging. “come back tomorrow. one hour before class starts.” your eyes flit toward his neglected hard-on. Levi licks his lips. “don’t be late.”

punctual as ever, Levi’s there. why wouldn’t he be? the minute he knocks on the door, you’re beckoning him inside. today, you’re wearing more casual clothes. some wide legged trousers and a neat blouse lazily tucked in the waistband. a pair of glasses sits on your nose. as soon as the door closes, his lips are inches away from yours.

“you came.”

“last time I checked, I didn’t.”

“funny,” you huff, locking the door behind you. you circle around your desk and take a seat then reach into your bag.

he fucking gapes at the little toys you pull out. a small plug, a cock ring, and a bottle of lube. instantly, his throat goes dry.

“you want to come, don’t you? you can choose which one you want to wear for the duration of class,” you explain, crossing your leg. “by your expression, I can tell this turns you on.”

“it does.” he hardly needs any time to consider. he needs you that fucking badly. “what if I told you I want to wear both?”

a pleased smile curls up on your lips. “I would graciously offer to help put them on.”

Levi nods. “I accept.”

the cock ring is easy. you work him slowly out of his pants, and he leans his forehead into the crook of your neck, biting back whimpers when he feels the pressure around the base of his balls. he can’t help the guttural moans that shudders out when you wrap your entire palm around him, working him slowly, too impressed by how perfectly he fits in your hand to stop so soon.

with a quick murmur of “bend over”, and Levi is sprawled over your desk, gasping as you use your fingers to stretch him out. your hand is on his lower back and his pants are around his thighs, hard cock pressing against his pelvis. ten minutes of teasing disguised as “stretching” later, and Levi’s ass is clenching around the toy.

“such a good boy,” you breathe, reaching between his legs. you scoop his balls into your palm. “if you behave during lecture, then I promise to reward you afterwards. stop by here, again.”

he bites his lip and nods, straightening up and reluctantly pulling up his pants. it feels weird to walk around full like this, but he’s more concerned about how well he will fare sitting down when he gets to class.

“and Levi,” you hum before he leaves, “don’t come during class, or you’ll be punished accordingly.”

his breath hitches. “yes, ma’am.”

ten minutes later and Levi in class. sitting down went just as expected, but if he stays still, it’s easier to ignore the feeling. the cock ring on the other hand keeps him throbbing—which is far harder to ignore.

but then, twenty minutes it, after ogling your ass in those pants, you slide your hand into your pocket and make dead eye contact with him.

he’s almost five feet in the air when the vibrations come out of nowhere. around the base of his cock, and in his ass, too. they’re low enough to keep him stewing—to bring him right there to the fucking edge. he brushes off the looks he gets, staring wide-eyed at his lap, cheeks burning bright red.

meanwhile, you’re still standing there, innocent smile on your lips. “Mr. Ackerman!” you call.

“y-….yes, professor?” he bites down on his lip, hips twitching forward.

“the answer?”

“the… the what?” he chokes. oh God, this was a terrible fucking idea. he’s straining in his pants, clenching his hands to fists, refraining with every bone in his body to not start grinding against any given surface he can get his cock against. his eyes glaze over.

“oh, never mind,” you hum. the vibrations increase, and Levi looks at you as if to tell you he’s about to fucking come his brains out in the middle of your lecture.

then the vibrations stop. at least, around his cock. the one in his ass is buzzing, probably on the lowest setting. still, he squeezes his legs together and shuts his eyes.

needless to say, when Levi is in your office later, he’s clinging to you, begging you. and of course, you have to treat your best student for being so fucking good in class today. he’s bent over your desk, still plugged, as you slowly milk his cock with your hand, making him come over and over until there are tears slipping down his cheeks and his thighs are trembling.

lucky him, he gets to take the plug home as a gift. but you expect him to arrive one hour early on wednesday for his next “special assignment.”

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atsubaka · 3 years

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Could you do fluff/cuddling hcs with Oikawa?

cuddling with him

pairing: oikawa x fem! reader

a/n: hi!! this honestly turned out to be more of crack, but i still hope u like it <3 i may or may not have strayed from the request imsosorry

nav || taglist: open || requests: open

for a clingy guy, his clinginess will only intensify when you cuddle

oiks is 100% the little spoon

he'll have his head resting on your stomach while his limbs latched onto your body like a koala

it soothes him when you run your fingers through his hair and maybe give them a little tug from time to time

"princess, why'd you stop", your boyfriend groaned from his place on your tummy

"sorry babe, I thought you were asleep."

pouting, he guided your hand up back to his head, and you continue your therapeutic hair pulling

ya'll would argue about who gets to be held, and oikawa would be such a spoiled brat about it

"tooru, it's my turn to get held."

"..."

this idiot literally pretended to be asleep when he heard u say this 💀

he'll snore obnoxiously loud and stay still as much as possible to feign slumber

you'd just roll your eyes and push him off the couch

"OWWW"

emphasis on the "ow" btw

enabling grumpykawa 😾

"but it's still my turn!"

"it's been your turn for two hours now." you scoffed.

"no it hasn't."

"yes, it has."

"i don't think this is fair," he pouted while hmphing.

spare us the theatrics pls 🙄🙄

you crossed your arms and gave him a "are you tripping me kind of look."

"stop this nonsense, and get ur butt up here and-"

you suddenly paused and lifted a hand ✋

making him raise a brow 🤨

"- oh wait, you don't have a butt."

he GASPED ‼️

his face omg

the offense it written all over it

he looks like this "☹️"

while you're smiling like "☺️"

"this could be a potential threat to our future children." you sighed.

"i don't want them getting picked on for the poor genetics you pass onto them, tooru."

man's about to cry 💀

"darling i-"

" - just imagine the despair they'd go through!"

ya'll are so dramatic smh

"FINE FINE, YOU WIN."

now we're talking 💅

"didn't have to be so offensive though," he grumbled as you happily plopped you body on top of his.

"you left me with no choice."

anyways, jokes aside...

cuddling with oikawa feels kind of like a sleepover between best friends

ya'll would wear cute onesies with face masks on while watching smth like mean girls

sometimes you'd turn it into a competition

"that's so fetch," your boyfriend said in a high pitched voice whilst pointing at your lamp stand

"grool," you said nonchalantly, but corrected yourself a second later

" -oops i mean to say great, but then i started saying cool."

oh, it is on

"whatever i'm getting cheese fries."

he stalked to your kitchen and you followed suit

"hey, on wednesdays we wear pink, remember?"

you, in fact, were wearing a pink piglet onesie while he was wearing eeyore pajamas

his eye twitched and you concealed a growing smile

y/n- 1

tooru - 0

"i'm sorry that people are so jealous of me, but I can't help it that I'm popular"

he said cockily while rummaging through your pantry

you snorted

"that's why your hair is so big, tooru. it's full of secrets."

both of u were sore losers, so this is gonna go on for a while 😔

"it's not my fault you're, like, in love with me or something!"

you were like "😮"

okayyy then

"tooru, that's the ugliest effing shirt i've ever seen."

"raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by f/n l/n."

homeboy raised his hand 💀

"but honestly babe, i know this is random but you're like - really pretty."

you allowed yourself to smile, "aww thanks babe-"

"so you agree? you think you’re really pretty?”

you scoffed and put your hand on your hip

"i don’t think iwa, my protective friend who hates your guts, would be too pleased to hear about this.”

he visibly gulped

"one time he punched me in the face. it was awesome."

but then he smirked and wiggled his brows, "you wanna do something fun?"

"i can't," you fake coughed. "i'm sick."

"you're such a life ruiner y/n-chan. u ruin people's lives."

"well, y-you're a .... -"

"lost for words y/n- chan? fufu"

y/n- 1

tooru- 1

"you're a virgin who can't drive!"

"AHA! - that's from clueless. you lose y/n-channn~"

you groaned while tooru did his victory dance around the kitchen island.

"yayy! i get to choose the next movie!"

"not another alien documentary please."

he waggled his fingers, "losers can't be choosers, princess."

you bit his finger 💀

and yeah... that's basically you're routine 🤠

it's chaotic, but hey! it's fun <3

taglist: @tetsuukuroo @amisuh @ebiharachan @kenmaslov3r

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Henry's reaction to finding out GF's house is haunted.

Summary: Henry’s friend invites him over to watch a horror film on Halloween, problem is he is madly in love with her.

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC (3rd person, no description)

Warnings: RPF, fluff, romantic goo, friends to lovers or rather idiots to lovers, brief mentions of alcohol and Henry’s green hoodie p0rn.

Words: 1.6K

A/N: So I had to take it to the “friends to lovers” lane, also I will need all the fluff after what I am about to post tomorrow :|! Divider by @firefly-graphics. Beta’d by my beautiful @agniavateira . Also FYI my house is totally haunted.

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed.

Haunted Houses

All Hallow's Eve was Henry’s favourite time of the year. The spicy autumn air was thickly shrouded by magic. Spooky tales and plastic spiders inhabited drapes of thin cotton tendrils and fat pumpkins carved with scary faces would sit on his doorstep to welcome him home or bid him farewell on his way out.

Per tradition, he would rally close friends at midnight for a horror flick and pineapple-anchovy pizza; often a bottle of rum would be added to the party. However, this Halloween fell on a bittersweet period, as his friends grew too old for said spooky gatherings. Starting new families of their own, they had no time to indulge him.

All save for her, who just like him was still somehow single.

How bad would it be to spend the evening just the two of them... alone? Ignoring the fact that it was enough to see her name flicker on the screen of his phone for pure warmth to enkindle in his chest. He thought about her often before he fell asleep and when he woke up; and by often, he meant every single day since he met her.

Though she didn’t think much of him as anything other than a friend she loved to banter with - he presumed. And of course she loved Kal, possibly more than she cared for him. Yet, Henry did what he did best: bury his emotions into a little pit he dug in the graveyard of his mind.

"Heh!” Henry croaked as the door opened. His sapphires ensnared the veils of black that cloaked her, preserving the sight of silk laces tied tightly at her torso in what seemed like a gothic medieval gown.

“I see you took off your costume for the evening."

She narrowed her eyes but only to observe his attire carefully: that same green hoodie and a pair of worn jeans that complimented his… asset.

She wanted to etch her fingers around the thick fabric and have a whiff of this hoodie, or perhaps just steal it and wear it forever and a day.

"First of all, it is called The Witching Hour so I must dress properly. Secondly - where is your costume, Cavill?" she crossed her arms together, looking rather displeased.

“I’m dressed as a homicidal maniac, we look like everybody else does.”

Snorting, she tilted her head, unimpressed. “You totally just stole this joke from Wednesday Addams.”

Henry shrugged and pressed his lips to a thin line. One of his foolish expressive gestures. It made her feel less nervous to which she was thankful. When she suggested they’d hang out despite them being the only two, she didn’t think much of the consequences of being all alone with the man who inhabited her mind and never paid rent. Everything about Henry made her feverish, but it was always easy when others accompanied them. The awkward anxiety of having to entertain him wasn’t her job, not up till now…

Oh, god! What if they had nothing to talk about? What if their playful chemistry was always influenced by the presence of other people?

Beads of sweat began to form below her breasts when Henry shoved a bottle of rum into her hand and then leaned in to steal a casual kiss from her cheek. She smiled with a friendly huff in return, stifling the shiver that coursed through her muscles while he welcomed himself into her home.

Striding forward, he peered at the Halloween decorations she hung across the walls and inhaled deeply - the scent of maple and buttery chestnuts filled the cosy little house, a scent that he could easily get intoxicated with.

It was what she smelled like and here he was, drowning in its excess.

After a quick observation, he turned to look at her, holding his hands clasped behind his back. She smiled awkwardly in return and then averted her gaze, becoming fascinated by the bottle he brought.

‘There it is,’ Henry mused, ‘that embarrassing silence, there is so much to tell her, but she probably… no! She definitely finds me boring.’

This Halloween celebration would probably be the last and it was all sorts of disastrous.

Trying to overcome the silence, he cleared his throat and reached a hand to scratch his curly mane. “So what movie are we watching?”

“Movie?” she asked confused and then quickly corrected, “Oh yes, umm... The Exorcist.”

“Good, love me some green vomit.” his eyes followed carefully as she waltzed into the small open kitchen, placing the rum on the counter and then returning with a large bowl that made his nostrils flare.

“Green vomit goes extremely well with caramelised popcorn,” she suggested and popped a golden flake of popcorn into her mouth.

“Sweet-salty popcorn? I love you!” Henry groaned and snatched the bowl right away. It was only when his mouth was stuffed that he realised what words he just used.

But she didn’t seem to react, thankfully. Instead, she brushed a hand over her many skirts and pointed toward the living room.

Hugging the bowl, Henry strode behind her, entering the dimly lit living room. The traditional pizza was already laid on the wooden coffee table, along with a few bottles of Guinness.

Her couch was small, only fit for a couple. And Henry, being a hulking man, took most of the space. Their thighs immediately ground into one another’s, yet they both pretended as if they hadn't noticed the hot tingle running beneath the layers of clothing.

“I have to warn you about something,” she uttered, hoping that the tremor she suddenly felt in her body was not visible to him.

Henry crooked his eyebrow, looking at the ominous glare she offered.

“My house is totally haunted.”

Not waiting for his answer, she grabbed the remote and pressed play. Henry chuckled at her silly joke, waiting for her to break character but she only peered at the screen.

“Nice try, I am not scared of that stuff.” He shifted in his seat slightly, lifting his lengthy arm and spreading it on the headrest right behind her. Immediately, he regretted this semi-possessive masculine gesture, but it was too late to pull it away.

Her instincts screamed to snuggle into him yet she held back. “Don’t believe me, but I am not making this up,” she insisted, “Every night around 3 am, I hear scratching from within the walls and these thuds from the ceiling, and then one night… I woke up the door creaking.”

Henry glanced at her quietly for a long moment, watching the reflection from the screen gyrating over her glossy irises and then snorted. He leaned toward the coffee table and grabbed two beers, uncorking them with the help of his pinky ring and then offering her one of the bottles.

“I think you have rats.”

“Rats who make heavy thuds and open bedroom doors?”

“Yup, a big fat randy rat.” he teased. “We’ll take a look at your bedroom later, but I promise you, there are no such things as ghosts.”

‘We’ll take a look in your bedroom? Great…’ He berated himself. At this point, he just wanted to sigh and shake his head.

She peered at him oddly, her throat clenching a tad before she turned her head back to the movie with a mumble, “It’s not a ghost, it’s a demon.”

Within a few minutes they grew quiet, deciding to focus on the movie with the occasional dry jokes and bad puns from Henry as an attempt to overcome his anxiety. Outside the window, thunder rumbled in the distance and shy raindrops lightly kissed the glass, tinted with the many vague shades of lights coming from the street.

Now and then, Henry shifted in his seat, his meaty thigh further grinding into her leg which stirred her blood to the point of electric spasms. She lightly pushed against him, pretending it’s by accident when truthfully, she wanted to exploit every second of being in his proximity. Had she any guts, she would turn to kiss him, but the thought alone made her heart clench in fear.

She threw him a glance, and their eyes met. Henry offered a kind grin, avoiding staring at her lips. She smiled back coyly, her heartbeat accelerating with anticipation when the possessed girl in the movie made a horrifying groan that ruined the moment.

And then the room suddenly was swallowed in darkness, followed by a strong clap of thunder that tore open the sky.

In the scant moment of chaos, he heard a scream and then the light came back as if nothing happened, aside from the fact that she was now in his arms, with her legs straddling his waist, and her fingers clutching the collar of his hoodie.

Henry was unsure how and when his hand found itself latched to the small of her back, only that he didn’t want to let go. They exchanged bemused glances and swallowed the dryness parching their throats.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely, “I got scared…”

Embarrassed to the point of tears, she attempted to climb off, wanting nothing more than to run to the bathroom and cry in hiding, when Henry sent a hand to stroke her temple and gently brushed his fingers behind her ear.

“Stay,” he insisted, squeezing into her lower back as if to prevent her from escaping.

Her lips parted slowly, the same golden hue that suffused the living room split into her eyes, beaming even brighter as he continued to caress her face before bringing her closer to graze her lips with his.

Halloween was, without a doubt, his favourite.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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let me be your ruler.5

Warnings: guns, dubcon, noncon, fingering, treats.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Pairing: (dark!mob!) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You find more to worry about than just Peter.

Note: We get the long awaited update for mob Peter and I hope you like this twisted little chapter! Tomorrow Zemo and Wednesday the finale of Birch!Loki. I’ll try to keep up with Zemo and go back to an old series and try to pick away more at finish WIPs.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

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Peter’s intensity did not let up. If anything, he grew more insistent and more suffocating. After the pool, there was the bed, then the shower, then another romp that kept you from logging into your work email. You were sore and drained by the time you laid down, too exhausted to try to wriggle away from him as he joined you and kept his arm over you as you drifted off.

You woke to him drinking coffee and looking out at the lush property. He wore only a pair of short boxers, his muscles lined perfectly along his bent arm and firm stomach. You let out a soft breath and rolled onto your back.

Your thighs brushed together and made you squirm. You thought once he had his fun, he might let up. You could not predict this man in anything.

“You want a coffee?” he asked as he turned away from the windows, “I’ll send for one. Latte? Mocha?”

“Mmmph,” you grumbled and sat up carefully.

Those cocktails went down too easy and added to the weight in your head and limbs. The alcohol made him bearable, made your new reality palatable. You were naked still. You held the sheet to your chest and he went to the dresser and pulled out the drawer with his free hand. He dangled the long camisole gown before you as he neared.

“I hate to cover such a pretty woman up but I think we’ve exposed my staff to enough of our fun,” he held the thin straps over a single finger.

You reached for it and he drew it just away from your grasp. He bent and his dark eyes clung to yours, “not a good morning kiss?” he taunted.

You leaned forward and pecked his lips. He purred and stood, draping the silk over your lap.

“So, coffee?” he asked again.

“With just a little milk,” you answered as you pulled on the nightgown and turned your legs over the edge of the bed. Every part of you was stiff, “thank you.”

“You’re learning, princess,” he praised, “such sweet manners.”

You stood and crossed your arms. He chuckled and nudged your chin with his knuckle playfully. He pulled on a robe and knotted it loosely around his body. He went to the door and hit the button right beside the frame. A knock came shortly and he handed over his empty mug and requested one for you.

“I was thinking, we’d extend our stay a while,” he said as he turned back to the room, “I need a break from the city… but if you’re good, I’ll let you invite your friends. They’re nice girls.”

“Is that a suggestion or an order?” you asked dully.

“Both,” he smirked at you as he came closer and wrapped his arms around you, “you’re starting to get it, princess.”

You searched his face and held back a sigh. His brown eyes were smokey as his hands slipped down to your ass.

“I’ll need them around to distract my guests,” he purred.

“Guests?” you turned your arms and planted them firmly against his chest as he bent to kiss your neck. He ignored you easily as he swayed you with him.

“I was woken up early by a call,” he spoke against your skin, his lips sending shivers through you, “we got today and tomorrow, then those two goons will be joining us. I can get away but…” he raised his head and ran his hands up your sides and along your arms, pulled them over his shoulders, “business is business… we can still fit in a little play.”

You stiffened and swallowed. Your brows furrowed and you slanted your lips as you looked past him.

“You mean Bucky?”

“And Steve,” he filled in, “you don’t get one without the other.”

“I thought you guys were all… sorted out,” you said quietly.

“Ah, princess, you don’t know the half of it,” he cooed, “let’s keep it that way. Better for everyone.”

You nodded. He was right, you knew whatever he did was unsavoury and you didn’t need the details. You knew what he was capable of. A flash of fear went through you as you recalled the barrel of his gun pointed at you.

“I don’t wanna do that again, princess,” he uttered as if he could read your mind, “so… let’s not. Give the girls a call.”

A tap came at the door and he parted. He opened it and took the mug from the servant and brought it to you. You took it as the scent promised to fend off the ache behind your eye. You sat in one of the upholstered chairs and took a cautious sip. He watched you with a grin and bit his lip.

“Better finish that fast,” he warned, “coffee stains don’t come easy.”

You eyed him as he pushed open his robe and you saw the bulge twitch in his boxers. You kept your face placid, not wanting to provoke him. What exactly were you holding onto? He already had your whole life in the palm of his hand.

✨

Halle was more than overjoyed to accept your invitation but Molly passed as she wanted to hang out with Charlie. Desiree said it would be good for her as her co-worker turned out to be a total waste of time.

You hated that you were doing this to your own friends; using them as bait. Peter made it clear that they were welcome only on the condition that they could be an ends to his means. ‘Tell them to bring bikinis’, he insisted before you made the call.

Your second morning at the beach house was just as heavy as the first. The day before was filled with Peter’s incessant touching and another dip in the pool that ended in his delight. The staff was set to cleaning the pool once more in preparation of the guests. You were embarrassed as the servers, cleaners, and chef were all too aware of your activities.

Peter left you after a quick shower and you were thankful for the chance to wash on your own. He pecked your lips as he held his phone to his ear and squeezed your ass before he went.

You stood beneath the steamy stream of the faucet and melted beneath it. You came out slightly refreshed and wrapped yourself in a plush towel.

You went into the bedroom and sorted through the second drawer as you searched for something more comfortable than showy. There wasn’t much you could categorize as practical. You heard the door creak and didn’t look up as droplets cooled on your arms and you pulled a yellow sun dress out of the closet instead.

“That’s a good colour for you,” the voice made you freeze and you glanced over at the open door.

You assumed it was Peter or the wind, but the man who filled the doorframe with his thick shoulders, made your chest tight. Bucky stood with his arm against the wood as he leaned nonchalantly and leered at you.

“Wh-when did you get here?” you stuttered as you held your towel tight and shielded yourself with the dress.

“Just a couple minutes ago,” he smiled, “I was just looking for the bathroom but…” he tilted his head as his voice trailed off and his eyes ventured down your body, “...think I found something better.”

“Get out,” you hissed, “or I’ll shout.”

“Why? I’m not doing anything… just watching,” his lips curled lasciviously, “and you are fun to watch.”

“What-- I said, get out, Bucky,” you snarled as you stomped over to him.

You pushed on his thick arm, the muscle firm as it peeked out from beneath his short-sleeve button-up. He didn’t budge as he loomed over you.

“Your man likes to treat me like some errand boy. Sent me off to keep an eye on you. Boring, at first, all those months following you around to cafes and grocery stores,” he reached out and cradled your chin. You tried to pull away but he gripped your jaw firmly and held you in place, “but those things you do when you think you’re all alone… I was tempted to lend a hand but… business.”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you grabbed his wrist and wrenched it away, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about--”

“That little pink dildo, well, not very little is it?” he licked his bottom lip, “I thought he would’ve told you. He’s a careful man. He plans ahead. I respect that, at least.”

“Go!” you shoved him in mortification, “or I’ll scream right now and you know Peter won’t be happy--”

“Calm down, little girl,” he scoffed, “don’t get so worked up. I’m not that stupid…” he squared his jaw and raised a brow wryly, “but he will get careless and I’ll still be watching.”

He winked and turned away slowly. You quickly closed the door as he retreated down the hallway and you locked it with a shaky hand. You staggered back blindly and sat heavily on the cushioned bench at the foot of the bed.

How long had Bucky been hounding you? How long had Peter had his eye on you? Your heart raced at the realisation of how deep in you truly were. You could deal with one, but two? You were well and truly fucked.

✨

You tried to hide in the bedroom until your friend arrived but Peter dragged you out to welcome his guests over breakfast by the pool. You sat quietly and picked at the fruit plate until they excused themselves for more business. You were grateful as you didn’t miss Bucky’s fleeting looks.

Halle and Desiree arrived just after noon. The men were locked away in the parlor so you greeted them as they approached the walk, beach bags on their arms and rolling suitcases bouncing up the stones.

“Oh my god, girl,” Halle chirped, “he sent a car and everything.”

“Thank god, my old piece of shit wouldn’t have made it this far,” Desiree added, “oh, you look so good. I love that dress.”

“Thanks,” you sniffed, “um, I hope you guys don’t mind staying on the second floor. Peter’s staff just got the rooms ready--”

“Staff?” Halle swooned, “you hooked in a real sugar daddy.”

“No, I-- Halle,” you sneered, “it’s not--”

“I’m teasing,” she giggled, “but come on, look at this place.”

“Mm, well there is another hitch,” you said as you led them inside.

Two staff members approached and offered to take their bags. They gave you silent looks of amazement as they handed over their luggage and you rolled your eyes.

“So, what’s the hitch? Don’t tell me the pools out of order,” Desiree whined.

“No, pool’s just been cleaned, but… we have company,” you said tritely, “couple of Peter’s… friends. I’m sure they won’t bother you but--”

“Are they hot?” Halle asked.

“Are you serious?” you blinked.

“I’m so serious. I need to get laid. Bad.”

“And a stranger is the best choice for that?” you scoffed.

“If he’s cute,” she shrugged.

“It’s an important question,” Desiree seconded, “I can’t keep dating boys. You won’t believe what this asshole did.”

“I dunno,” you waved off the question, “how about I show you around first and then we can get to all that later.”

“Ooo, yes,” Halle clapped, “this place is huge.”

“Alright, well, we can’t go in the parlour right now but you won’t really be in there anyway,” you ushered them forward, “the pool’s just through here…”

✨

When at last the girls were settled in, you waited by the pool as they went to change into their suits. You requested some drinks from the staff and thanked them profusely as you felt entirely out of place asking anything of them. The fruity margaritas were left on the round table as you sat in the middle of a lounger.

“Uh, this place is gorgeous,” Halle declared as she came through the sliding doors, “oh my god, are those for us?”

You nodded as she swiped up a drink and sipped noisily from the straw. Desiree took her own but side-eyed Halle, “It’s barely one o’clock, slow down,” she chirped.

“It’s a vacation! Sort of. I had to use sick time for this so no Insta please,” Halle sang, “I can’t wait to get in.”

She set down her glass and strode over to the pool. She slid out of her sandals and dipped her toes in. She surprised you as suddenly she dove in and sent up a splash of water. Desiree giggled as she swallowed her mouthful and placed her drink beside Halle’s and raced over to join her.

You dragged yourself to your feet and sat at the side of the pool with only your legs in the water.

“Come on, don’t be such a party pooper,” Desiree splashed you.

“I’m not, I’m just… all pooled out right now,” you shrugged, “you guys have fun, I’m just happy to have you here.”

It wasn’t a lie. In those last two days when it was just you and Peter, you felt so completely isolated. Even if they were there to act as diversions, you were reassured to have a glimpse of your former life.

“You ladies look like you’re having fun,” Peter’s voice startled you and you looked over your shoulder as he emerged from the house, “drinking already?” He was dressed in his trunks already, “I hope you don’t mind, the guys were hoping to hop in too.”

“The guys,” Halle giggled.

“I told them we had company,” you assured Peter, “and uh, you know Halle, but this is Desiree.”

“A pleasure,” he said as he neared and sat beside you, “why aren’t you in there with them?”

“I will get in, I’m just… enjoying the sun.”

He hummed and put his hand over yours on the rim of the pool, “you okay?” he lowered his voice.

You squinted at him and nodded. He didn’t really care if you weren’t okay. He was only telling you to start acting like it.

You heard the others before they appeared. Peter introduced them as they came out and the girls were all too happy to have them sink into the pool with them. Peter nudged you and you slipped over the edge and he quickly followed. He caught you as you broke the surface and held you to him.

“They’re getting along,” he intoned.

“I still don’t get it,” you pressed against his chest as he waded you over to the other side of the pool, “why do you need them?”

“Part of the deal,” he said, “they want some fun too.”

“What? You mean--”

“The girls seem willing. They’re pretty enough and I wouldn’t say Bucky or Steve are hideous,” Peter chuckled, “it works for everyone.”

“You’re whoring out my friends for a deal?” you spat.

“Now, princess, watch it,” he curled his lip, “I’ve been patient, haven’t I?” he leaned into you and squished you between him and the wall of the pool, “if I was a worse man, I’d just let them have a taste of you… but you’re mine,” he kissed you roughly and drew back, “and so long as you are, you will only be mine. Understood?”

You swallowed and nodded. He relaxed and kept his arm around you as he came parallel to the pool wall and floated beside you. Steve and Desiree were chattering as she came back to the pool with her drink and Halle gabbed on at Bucky but his eyes weren’t on her. He smirked as he watched you and slowly dropped his gaze to your roommate.

“Maybe Bucky will chill out a little,” Peter grumbled as he pushed himself away from the side of the pool.

“Mm, maybe,” you let him pull you with him as he waded around the middle of the pool.

“Don’t worry so much,” he chided.

“How can I not? I hardly know these men and these are my friends, Peter,” you hissed, “I should’ve known.”

“And if you had, you still would have done what I said, princess,” he snipped, “why are you doing this? Everyone’s having fun so join the party.”

You thinned your lips and forced a smile. His eyes narrowed and he latched onto your arm. He pulled you with him to the large round steps along the far corner and you tried not to slip as you climbed out of the water. The others were too distracted to notice and as you glanced back, you found Desiree with her tongue down Steve’s throat.

“You don’t wanna have fun with them,” Peter dragged you into the house, “then we can have some of our own.”

“Not right now, Peter, please--”

“Listen, princess,” he spun and pulled you to him, “you’re not getting this. I’ve been nice. I bring you to my nice house, I send a car for your friends, I get you off… you need to start using that head instead of your mouth…” he eyed your lips, “well, the mouth is good for some things.”

You quivered in disgust and he turned as he forced you further down the hallway. He flung you through the bedroom door and you barely caught yourself on a chair. The door slammed as your damp feet slipped on the floor and you stood to face him.

“I’ve done you all these favours so you can do me one,” he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and pulled them down over the protrusion of his arousal.

You glanced away and he closed the distance between you. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He kissed you roughly and shoved you away. He stormed over to the bed and flopped down, his cock bobbing as he moved to recline against the pillows and exhaled loudly.

“Well…” he said.

You stared at him and the bitterness laced your muscles. You huffed and walked to the bed slowly. He stroked himself tauntingly as he smirked at you. You put a knee on the bed and braced yourself. There was a moment you were ready to run and not look back, but your friends were in his pool and the vision of his pistol pulsed in your head.

You climbed up and crawled to him. You sat back on your heels, just between his legs and he tutted, “now, princess, don’t give me that look.”

You wiped the anger from your face and closed your eyes. You grasped his dick and his hand fell away. You moved your hand up then down and tamped down your reservations. You bent over him and your lashes fluttered as your lips pressed to his tip. He gasped at the soft sensation and you stretched your lips around him.

He groaned and put his hand on your shoulder as he urged you down. He met the back of your throat and you eased back, wetting his length to ease the tension in your jaw. He gripped the back of your head impatiently and you strained to let him further as he invaded your throat. You gagged and he let you back only for a moment before he forced you back down.

You followed his motion, fast and deep, until the spit dripped down him and across your face. You clung to his thigh as you breathed with each retreat only to be smothered again. Your throat burned as your jaw ached as you kept your tongue firm to his length. The sloppy sucking mingled with his lusty moans and he held your head between both hands as he thrust from below.

He stopped you suddenly. Your head spun as he lifted you off of him and sat up to kiss you messily. He pushed you over as he got to his knees. You fell back and bounced on the bed as he parted your legs, bending on over his as he moved to straddle the other. You laid at an angle as his hand slid up your stomach to your neck.

He squeezed lightly as he pulled aside the crotch of your suit and angled his dick against your cunt. You moaned as he filled you and pressed his thumb to your clit. He kept his hand at your throat as he held you down and jerked his hips sharply. He jolted your body with each decisive thrust as he watched your face.

“You like sucking my dick, princess? Makes you so wet, huh?” he growled.

You grabbed his hand but he only gripped your throat more firmly. He bit down as he sped up, the mattress shaking beneath you with each tilt of his hips. He rammed into you hard and harder, your leg stretched up his torso as he kept astride your other.

He teased and toyed with your clit as he fucked you. You choked out raspy moans as the coil wound tight inside of you and your muscles knotted around him. Your eyes rolled back as you slapped at his bicep and clawed deep into his flesh as you came. You squirmed in your orgasm and he sped up.

He pulled his hand from your throat to hold your leg to his body. He kept playing with your bud as you groped your chest senselessly and your voice rose unrestrained around you. His deep grunt punctuated each airy cry from your lips and the entire bed rocked beneath your bodies.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he snarled, “oh, princess, that’s it.”

He sank deep and pulled his hips back in a series of cruel thrusts that made your hips throb painfully. Your walls squeezed him as you came again and you milked him as he spent himself inside of you. He slowed and stopped as he hung his head and the muscles in his chest and arms tautened.

“Shit,” he breathed and slipped out of you, flinching as his tip brushed against you.

You stayed as you were as he let your leg fall to the bed and he sat between your legs and pushed his hair away from his face. He sighed and shook out his arms as if to free himself of the tension.

“You’re so good, princess,” he felt along your cunt and played with his cum as it seeped from you, “aren’t you?”

✨

Shamefully, you left the room in a new swimsuit. The former was stained from Peter’s punishment and after cleaning up, he forced you out with a fake smile. You emptied your margarita and ordered another with less reticence than before. Steve and Desiree had disappeared as Bucky humoured Halle’s flirting on one of the loungers.

Dinner was awkward enough as you weren’t foolish enough to think that no one noticed or heard your absence. You emptied three more glasses and Peter excused the two of you as he kept you from a fourth. You wobbled back to the room ahead of him and fell onto the bed without changing out of your shorts and shirt.

“You’re mad again?” you bubbled drunkenly.

“You’re drunk,” he said as removed his watch and unbuttoned his shirt, “I don’t like that.”

“You don’t, ha?” you rolled onto your back, “that first night you had no problem feeling me up while I was--”

“Princess,” he snapped, “you can only blame the drink for so much.”

“You’re an ass,” you slurred and turned your back to him.

He huffed and the light went out. You felt the mattress dip behind you as he lowered himself next to you. He was stiff and didn’t try to touch you.

“I should spank you for that,” he muttered, “but you’re so fucking lit you wouldn’t remember it.”

“I feel good,” you murmured, “for once.”

He pinched you and the bed jostled as he rolled onto his side.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered.

He didn’t need to tell you twice as the alcohol weighted your eyelids and you were soon snoring carelessly into the pillow.

✨

You woke with a start as your stomach churned. It was still late as you clamoured out of the bed and ran for the bathroom. You hugged the bowl as you retched into it. Your body revolted and the alcohol came up with your dinner.

You shuddered as you caught your breath and flushed. You rinsed your mouth and steady yourself as you veins were thick from excess.

You stumbled back into the bedroom. Peter was asleep. His even breath rasped up into the dark. It was a rare moment of peace unsettled only by the memory of the day. You recalled his reproach before you fell asleep, you knew that wouldn’t be the end of it.

You groaned and crept to the door and let yourself out quietly into the hall. You went to the kitchen, tiptoeing through the dark, and filled a glass with water. You sipped but a noise pricked your ears. You listened as you kept your lips on the rim and drank to ease the fire in your stomach.

You followed the sound until it was too late to retreat. The whimpers and groans mixed and sent a tingle through you as you realised what was happening. You stopped in shock, frozen as you found Bucky and Halle in the immense front room. He had her bent over a round ottoman, her fingers curled at the seam as he rutted into her from behind.

She squealed each thrust as her head hung over the other side of the cushion. “Slow down,” she wisped, “please, I told you-- ugh, I never done it like this be--”

She cried out and bit into the cushion as he slapped her ass and fucked her harder, his other hand stretched between her shoulder blades. You took a step back and the movement caught his eye. He looked up and held your gaze as his face contorted into a sinister grin.

He sped up as he reached to smother her wails and held your gaze. You gripped the glass tightly and trembled as you backed away from the doorway. You spun and raced back to your room and tripped through the door.

You crashed to the floor and the glass shattered as water splashed around you. Peter sat up with a snort and reached to flip on the lamp at the bedside.

“What’s going on?” he asked sleepily.

“Just getting water,” you croaked as you sat back on your heels in the midst of the broken glass.

“Shit, did you cut yourself?” he asked as he saw you.

“No, no, I’m okay but-- stay there, you’ll get hurt. I’m close enough, I can… I’ll clean it up… I’m sorry.”

He stared at you and slowly nodded. The anger crinkled in his forehead and you stood carefully.

“So, now we know not to drink like that, huh?” he girded.

“I said, I’m sorry.”

“Mmhmm,” he leaned back against the headboard, “go on, princess, clean up your mess.”

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foli-vora · 3 years

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more than words - pt.1

A/N: I’ve had this in my head for forever and a half so it feels good to finally sort my thoughts and random notes out. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The one person who you thought would be happy for you finally getting with someone decent was your best friend. After all, he had set you both up. Who would’ve thought he’d be the reason it all falls apart?

Pairing: best friend!Benny Miller/f!reader, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, mentions of sexual acts/sexual refences (no smut yet but it’s coming so this is strictly 18+)

pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 / pt.6

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Wednesday nights were pizza nights. A rule established in the early stages of your friendship with Benjamin Miller – a loud mouth, golden hearted ex-spec ops mess of a human being. A chance meeting one stormy day on the freeway, led to something you weren’t expecting – a friendship, and a solid one at that.

“– she damn near tried to suck the life out of me!”

“Jesus Ben, there are kids a table over.”

“So? They shouldn’t be eavesdroppin’ on conversations that don’t concern them.” He grins lopsidedly at your scowl of disapproval, ripping off a mouthful of pizza and humming as he chews it, head swaying to the faint music playing behind the bar. “You’re payin’, by the way.”

You snort quietly, “Don’t I always?”

He recoils, blinking in playful surprise. “Excuse you? I paid last…” he trails off, eyes rolling to the wall as he thinks but a frown soon pinches his brows. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love you and I appreciate you.”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head as you signal for another round. “Anyways, reverting to our previous topic before you got carried away with your blowjob story.”

He makes a noise, snapping his fingers as he tries to rush chewing and swallowing his mouthful. “So,” he starts, “I’ve got a friend…”

You groan immediately, letting your head lull back. “Ben –”

This wasn’t anything new. Benny took it as his own personal mission to fix you up with anyone he thought could give you a good time and treat you well. Friends, colleagues, Hell – even his brother at one point. Will was lovely, by all means, but not your type. Both you and Will had agreed you were not a match in the slightest early in the evening, enjoyed a night of beer and pool, and then went your separate ways.

Although, now that you thought about it, Ben hadn’t mentioned setting you up with anyone for a long while. Not since before his mysterious trip.

You still didn’t know anything about it, other than he and some old work friends went on an apparent ‘vacation’. It was more than that – you knew it, and he knew you knew it, but you didn’t push the topic. Instead of interrogating him, forcing question after question on him, you let it go, sensing it was something he really didn’t want to talk about.

He had returned from that trip a few months ago, heavy with exhaustion and usually bright eyes dull and weary. You tucked him into your bed, and left him. He slept for hours. It wasn’t until much later that evening that you crept in to see how he was doing, and found him thrashing silently in the sheets, sweaty and incoherently mumbling, face pinched and puckered in pain. You didn’t wake him. Instead, you knelt beside the bed, softly stroking along his forehead until his erratic movements and breathing calmed. You didn’t bring it up.

“I know, I know,” he threw his hands up in defence with a small grin, “but I think you’ll like this one.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“No, I mean it this time. He’s a real good guy – one of my closest. I think you guys would really hit it off. I haven’t tried to set you up before because he was with the chick but she upped and left him alone with the baby and –”

“Sorry, what?”

“What?”

“He has a baby? Like a… like a child?”

Benny frowns defensively, “You’ve always said you want kids!”

“It’s still a huge commitment, Ben.”

“Jesus, I’m not walking you down the aisle! Just meet him and see where it goes. If it ends in some good sex, you say ‘thank you Ben’ and we move on. And if it ends in something more, you guys take it slow and buy me wings as a thank you.” He shrugs, looking thoroughly impressed with himself, and reaches for his beer, polishing it off in one swig.

“And what if it ends in bad sex?” You challenge, crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward to eye him critically.

He scoffs, “Woman please. I know my brothers. You’ll be in good hands.”

You take a moment to thank the waitress as she stops at your table with your beers. She lingers just a little on passing Ben his, an act he didn’t miss as he shoots her a wink and a honeyed, thanks sugar. She smiles, cheeks flooding with colour before she turns and waltzes off towards other customers, swinging her hips as she goes.

You’re expressionless when he finally turns back to you, “Sugar?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Façade cracking, a snicker falls past your lip and you chuckle. “Alright,” you concede, “you’ve got my interest. What’s his name?”

“Fish.”

… what?

“Come again?”

“Francisco – we call him Fish. Catfish, actually.”

“Your age?”

“Bit older.”

You sigh deeply, rolling your head on your shoulders in thought. You were curious, no doubt about it. Despite never being able to make anything last long-term out of the list of men Benny had set you up with, none of them were bad guys. They were all kind, funny and incredibly respectful. One great thing about Benjamin Miller was that he had an impeccable taste in character.

“I don’t know, Ben –”

He slips his phone from his pocket and swipes away at his screen before wordlessly handing you the device. It was a photo, taken from one of Benny’s many weekend trips into the wilderness. Your eyes are dragged from the incredible background of snow peaked mountains and lush green forests to the man standing beside Benny, tucked under his arm. Average build and height, a well-loved trucker cap hiding dark hair. Warm brown eyes, crinkled from a large dimpled grin between dark patched facial hair.

Benny, seeing the sudden spark of interest, grins around his beer bottle. “So, I’ll slip him your number?”

You tighten your jaw and hand his phone back, sniffing impassively as you reach for your beer. “If it means you’ll leave me alone, then fine.” You mutter coolly, ignoring his quiet chuckle.

“Wait, wait – you have a best friend and it’s not one of us? I’m cut, Benny. Cut real deep.” Santiago Garcia was curious, to say the least. For years, he had known the youngest Miller and he had never mentioned anyone beyond their little circle or their families. “She cute?”

Benny huffs a chuckle, leaning across the pool table and lining up the final ball. “Hell yeah, she’s cute.”

“Where you been hiding her?”

“She moved away – only came back late last year.”

Santi hums, “Ironhead – she cute?”

Will half smiles, dragging his attention away from the pool table to shrug. “She’s alright.”

His bait works. Benny snaps it up – hook, line and sinker. He stands abruptly from his shot, cue just skimming the white ball, and points an angry finger in his brother’s direction, “I won’t take that shit. She’s a damn angel and you know it.”

Will chuckles to himself before returning his attention to Santi. “Yeah, she’s cute. Show ‘em.”

Benny briefly steps away from the pool table, opens his phone and brings up your Instagram profile, throwing it to Pope and letting him scroll through your feed.

“How come you’ve met her and we haven’t?” Pope aims his question at the older Miller brother, currently bent over the table and pocketing the black ball.

He half shrugs, straightening. “He set us up. It didn’t work out.”

Santi’s face puckers into a teasing glower, and he pouts at the younger Miller. “So, what? You set everyone else up and just leave me to die alone? What’s that about, Benjamin?”

Benny holds his arms out in obvious exaggeration, gesturing deliberately to himself. “You’ve got me.”

Frankie quietly sips his beer and watches in fond amusement, content to stay in the background and away from the bickering. Like Santi, his interest had been piqued but he was somewhat nervous about the situation. He already had feelings of apprehension returning to the dating scene after the shit show of a year he’d had, and those feelings tripled when it came to potentially dating someone close to one of his longest friends. He hadn’t dated in years. He was rusty. What if he disappointed you and Benny ended up kicking his ass? It could get messy real quick.

“I don’t know, man.” He finally pipes up, crossing his arms comfortably across his torso and reclining in the bar stool after peaking over Santi’s shoulder and at the screen he was lazily scrolling through. Ha. Way out of his league. “This kinda shit never works.”

“You sayin’ she’s not good enough for you?”

Frankie shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “You know I’m not.”

“Sounds like you are.”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I’ll take his spot. Give me her number.” Santi holds a hold out, clicking his fingers impatiently when Benny merely rolls his eyes. Pope grins, settling back into his seat and elbowing Frankie softly. “I think you should go for it, man. She seems great, and you need to get back out there.”

“I can’t, I’ve got Mena –”

“And Mena’s got her tío. Go for it. You’re just looking for excuses – no seas cobarde.”

Frankie chews on his lip as he gives it a bit of thought, wondering what’s the worst possible case scenario that could come from it. A busted lip? His self-image in ruins? Scared off from dating for the rest of his life? All things he could live with.

“… alright.”

Immediately, Benny perks up from setting the pool table with a large grin. “Yeah?”

Fish sighs, long and drawn out as Pope playfully pokes his side. “Yeah. Give me her number, I’ll message her now.” Before he freaks and changes his mind.

Maybe he was just thinking too much. What’s the worst that could happen?

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𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲?

𝙜𝙞𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚

𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗼 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 (𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳. 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴) 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟰,𝟳𝗸

hello i read a lot of your works and i think theyre really good. i was hoping to request for a jeno×reader×jaemin. now, not a threesome, thats not what i mean. but like maybe the reader is dating one and the other secretly likes her too and idk i think just angsty smutty and yk all that. she can end up with anyone tbh.

𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗹𝘆, 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀.

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲?

𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲.

Jeno and you have been together for around 2 years, and many people believe Jaemin is also dating you two since the three of you are practically always together. You don't really mind since you like him and is nice being around him.

You occasionally find him staring at you or checking you out when you wear sexy clothes, and you don't pay attention to it since boys do that all time, right? You also don't mind him checking you out because you surely have checked him out as well.

And he's handsome.

Very handsome.

Jeno and Jaemin have been friends for a few years and even share an apartment, so it's not unusual seeing Jaemin there. Of course, he kind of knows when things get steamy and always leave the place so you and Jeno can have a bit of privacy.

One night, you arrive at their apartment wearing a short silk black dress and black jacket covering your shoulders. Jaemin is quick to open the door and smiles when he sees you. "Hey."

"Hi," you grin. "Is Jeno home yet?"

He shakes his head and sets aside to let you in. "He texted me he'll be here in 15 minutes."

You groan and Jaemin shuts the door behind you. "Jeno is always late." Jaemin fixes his gaze on your butt and then clears his throat.

"You want to drink something?" Jaemin asks as he walks to the kitchen.

You nod. "A beer please."

You take your jacket off and place it on the armchair. "You're not going out with us tonight?"

Jaemin is back holding two beer bottles and hands one to you. "No, I have class tomorrow at 7 am and I know you guys won't be back until 3 am."

You giggle and have a sip of beer. "Maybe tomorrow we can hang out," you proposed as you sit. You cross your leg.

Jaemin gulps at the image of you with that short silk dress, half of your legs naked. So hot.

The fuck am I thinking? Stop.

Jaemin sits in front of you and nods. "That's what Jeno said."

You stay quiet for a couple of seconds and then look at him. "It would've been fun if you were coming."

Jaemin is sure his heart will jump out of his chest at your words. Why are you saying that?

Dude, you're his friend. Don't overreact.

Jaemin smiles sideways. "Maybe if you give me a reason to skip my class I can go."

You smirk. "Let me think of something," you purse your lips as if thinking. "You could meet someone tonight."

Jaemin chuckles and shakes his head. "Not enough."

You sigh and squint your eyes, looking at him. "I'm trying to decipher what could make you go."

"Maybe if a girl with a black silken dress dances with me, I'll go," he says as he stares at you.

You thoughtlessly bite your lip and nod with your head. "Then I better get ready."

(...)

At the club, you have been by Jeno's side all night. And you know you owe a Jaemin a dance but you couldn't dance with him the way you want to since Jeno and a few more friends are there.

You sigh internally. Why are you thinking of Jaemin when you're practically grinding on Jeno? Maybe it's because he looks so damn good in that red shirt. Or perhaps you have had enough alcohol.

"Baby," you whisper to Jeno, "I'm gonna go to the restroom."

"You want me to go with you?" He asks.

You shake your head. "I'll be right back."

He kisses you before you and you walk among the people dancing. Once you're in the restroom, you wash your hands with cold water and you get your face a little wet.

You exhale.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the bathroom door open and you ignore it, thinking it is a girl. You raise your head up to watch yourself in the mirror and startle when you see Jaemin behind you.

"Jaemin!" You turn around. "What are you doing here?"

"You owe me a dance," he cocks an eyebrow at you.

"I'm not gonna dance with you in the restroom," you shake your head.

"I had other things in my mind," he stares at your lips.

Jaemin is drunk, like, super drunk.

"Like w-what?" You almost whisper when you feel your hips trapped against the sink. He has his arms on each side of the sink.

Jaemin laughs in response. "Don't play innocent with me. You've been watching me all night."

"Your... hair looks nice pushed back," you bite your lip

Jaemin looks at you in the eye. Your gaze flickered over his face, his eyes, his cheeks, his nose. Over to his mouth. There are just one thing you have forbidden yourself to think about. And that thing is Na Jaemin.

Something about this situation tells you that all the pent up feelings are going to escalate into something you are going to regret bitterly. But right now, you couldn't care less.

"Yeah?" Jaemin presses his hips against yours.

"Yes," you say breathless. "I kind of want to pull it."

"Well," he starts planting kisses on your neck. "I want you, I want to be close to you, to touch you, to fuck you..." he whispers in your ear. His hot breath hit your cheek, and you gasp as Jaemin runs his tongue along your jaw. Jaemin grabs your waist and pushes you back until your back is up against the wall. You shudder. Jaemin one then thrust his hips up once against your crotch, and you get goosebumps all over your body. "Fuck you until you can't move the next day," he murmurs, biting your earlobe, hard.

"I don't think you know who you're talking about," You force out.

"I think I do."

"And I think I want you to fuck off."

"I don't think you do. I am not in the mood to wait any longer."

"I can hear myself saying yes to that."

Jaemin rolls his eyes and sighs. "Oh, please, stop this act, you've been undressing me with your eyes every day for who knows how long."

"If you think you can have it the easy wa-"

Jaemin cuts you off. "I think a dick in your obsequious little mouth would shut you u-..."

But you already grab Jaemin's black hair and pull him in for a passionate kiss to shut his mouth up. Jaemin kisses back with force, shoves his tongue eagerly into your mouth, licks into it, hot and messy, and his lips tastes spicy and wonderful and that is all you can think of as Jaemin's hard, hot body pressed against your own, pinning you against the cold wall in your back, and you push your hands under his shirt, his fingers tracing the hard muscles of his back while Jaemin's lips caresses your neck.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

You share a look, slowly entangling themselves from each other in an instant, breathing heavily, hearts racing. "y/n? Are you okay in there, baby?" Jeno's worried voice.

"Y-yes!" You say. "I'll be out in a minute!"

(...)

It’s been a couple of days since the restroom event and you haven't had the guts to face Jaemin, and apparently neither does he. But you're sure about one thing: not telling Jeno because things will end up horribly and that’s the last thing you want.

When you’re done doing your homework, you get up from your chair and go to the kitchen where your friend Heejin is making dinner. “Are you making spaghetti?”You ask.

“Yeah,” she smiles. “Can you pass me the salt, please?”

You grab the salt and pass it to her. Little does she know you're being too loud. “Whats up?”

“Huh?” You look at her.

“Something’s wrong, what is it?” Heejin inquiries.

You purse your lips. “I’m going to hell.”

Heejin chuckles. “It’s been clear, but why?”

“Screw you,” you giggle and then sigh. “I kind of made out with Jaemin nights ago…”

“What?!” Heejin drops the spoon and stares at you. “Na Jaemin? Jaemin as Jeno’s friend?”

“Why do you have to remind me he’s friends with Jeno?!” You groan and run a hand through your hair.

“You my friend, are going to hell alive,” Heejin laughs. “How was it?”

“So good,” you whine. “I can’t get him off my head, Heejin.”

Heejin whistles. “Then go for it.”

“Are you insane?!” You stare at her. “What kind of friend are you?”

“A lousy one,” Heejin shrugs. “I mean, I kinda get you? He’s fine. If I were you I’d have sucked him off time ago.”

“I’m gonna go and pretend this conversation didn't happen,” you say.

(...)

You know Jeno is not home and you don't know why you are standing in front of his apartment door. Maybe it’s because you know Jaemin is home.

You exhale and turn on your heels to leave when the door suddenly opens. You curse internally.

Jaemin is wearing black sweatpants and a white sweater. His hair is messy and he looks even hotter. He frowns when he sees you. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

“Ah…” You try to come up with something, “I left my charger here and I need it, but Jeno’s not home so I’m leaving.”

“You know Jeno is not home at this hour every Wednesday,” he leans against the doorframe and smiles. “Were you looking for me?”

You hiss. “No.”

Jaemin chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, still leaning against the doorframe. “Wanna come in?”

No. “Yes.”

Jaemin steps aside so you can get in and as you do, you gulp. You’re there for a reason and as much as you denied it to yourself, you can’t resist Jaemin and his lovely charms.

You feel Jaemin hands on your shoulders and you sigh at his touch. “You seem stressed.”

“You’re making me stressed,” you murmur.

Jaemin slightly laughs. “Why am I the only guilty here?”

“Because you’re the one taking advantage,” you hiss.

“You can go, you know? Door’s unlocked,” Jaemin grabs your hair and moves it aside leaving your neck uncovered and he kisses the back of your neck.

You choke a moan and turn on your heels so you can kiss him. Jaemin's mouth molds perfectly against yours, a soft sigh leaving you as he falls into the pit of longing and craving and all over desire.

Fuck this feels so good and it's just a kiss.

You grips Jaemin's sides beneath his sweater, letting your nails dig into his soft skin as he pulls you closer. You don't mean to let out the shocked noise you did when Jaemin pushes his tongue into your mouth. It seems to edge you on more and you tangle your tongue with Jaemin.

A weird mix of a pained gasp and a pleasured moan leaves your lips as he pulls away from you.

Jaemin's hand runs down the curve of your spine, slowly spreading over your ass before squeezing making you jump.

He presses a rough kiss to your parted lips, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulls away. You groan softly at all of the sensations you are feeling.

“You okay with this?” Jaemin asks.

“Yes.” You breathe out, hoping the one worded consent is enough for Jaemin to just keep going and touch you.

Jaemin roughly kisses you again, pulling you out of the room before your lips can even break apart.

You let yourself be dragged into his room. The door slams, Jaemin is all over you, hands wandering your body like they’re lost and searching for something.

You take it upon yourself to kiss Jaemin this time, surprising him slightly. Jaemin instantly melts against you though as you fall into each other and lick into each other’s mouths like it's all you can do.

Jaemin pulls away to breathe and his hands grip the hem of your shirt as he kisses your neck, “Can this come off?”

You are already pulling the shirt over your head. You kiss him back. "Your turn."

Jaemin smirks. "Remove it."

You grab his shirt in your fists and yanks it off of him, messing up his hair. You can't even think a coherent thought, Jaemin is beautiful.

He presses his chest to yours as he leans in to kiss your neck. Jaemin sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin beneath your ear and you almost fall to the ground as you gasp.

You lose control as Jaemin licks and sucks into your skin. Your glorious, warm, beautiful skin that Jaemin has wanted to touch for so long.

Your hands move to shakily mess with the hem of his sweatpants, Jaemin sinks his teeth into your shoulder and groans when he feels your hands brush against his dick. Jaemin presses opened mouth kisses to your neck and collarbones, breathing heavily against your skin as your hands push his sweatpants down.

Jaemin kicks them off and to the side, his skin felt hot all over and you are just so eager to touch him.

You feel your belt being pulled from the loops in your jeans as Jaemin kisses your jaw. You move back to look him in the eyes, crashing his lips back to his as he unbuttons your jeans. Once they were on the floor, Jaemin smiles looking at your black laced panties. "Someone came prepared."

"Shut up," you blush.

"Make me," he challenges you.

You kneel down and it surprises him when you remove his boxers. "Love," he calls and you shush him while fisting his growing member. Jaemin closes his eyes shut when you lick the side of his cock, biting his lip to prevent a series of groans to emerge.

You give the tip a lick, kissing it as it oozes precum. "Love." Jaemin calls once again, looking down on you. Damn, you look so hot kneeling in front of him like that.

"Yes, Jaemin?" You smile at him.

"Don't tease," Jaemin warns.

You wink at him before doing the deed.

Your mouth is really hot or maybe because his cock is really sensitive but it feels so good that groans escapes his lips. You suck his cock, playing with it inside your mouth and even fondling his balls. Jaemin's hands reaches for your hair, tugging it in a ponytail as he bobs your head up and down on his cock. Jaemin hisses, badly wishing his control wouldn't spill out, but with a mouth so good like this how can he not fuck your mouth?

"Baby, you're so fucking good." He compliments as the hold on your hair gets tighter. You swallow his cock, deepthroating him that makes him groan. "Oh God, y/n." And that is it, his control going down the drain. He thrusts into your mouth with so much power. He keeps on groaning as he fuck you mouth and feels himself cumming in no time. His cum fills your mouth, swallowing it.

When Jaemin comes back from his high, he gives you a mischievous smile as he grabs your chin with two fingers. "Open up," you open your mouth and he checks you have swallowed everything. "Good girl."

He pushes you to the bed and his mouth kisses your stomach and you moan. "Jaemin..." You call. Jaemin doesn't stop his adventure of going down until he is at the waistband of your panties "Fuck, Jaemin." And you know what will happen now that he is pulling down your underwear.

His tongue immediately licks your clit and you moan, arching your back at the sensation. Jaemin part your legs and starts fucking you with his tongue, making you scream in pleasure. His thumb starts circling your clit as he alternates the sucking and licking of your pussy. You can feel your soul being sucked by Jaemin’s mouth. And yes, that's how amazing he is. You come in no time, letting him suck everything.

He grins while rubbing his mouth using the back of his hand and that gesture looks so sexy, so deadly. "Oh, God. Just fuck me," you exclaim that made him smirk.

Jaemin gives his cock a few strokes and positioned it on your entrance, making you nod. His cock sinks inside you and he groans at how tight you are. He starts jerking into you violently.

You can feel your body being thrown to bed with each thrust and his cock hitting you in the pleasure spot. With the way that he is going, you are sure you'd get so sore the next day.

"Jaemin!" You shout as one hand grabs the sheets of his bed and the other scratches his back, wanting something to claw on. He is jerking into you real hard that you can hear his balls slamming against your skin.

"Yes, fuck baby." he curses while jerking in you in such power and speed, driving both their orgasms. You come with a mind rippling orgasm and immediately feel him filling you up.

“Fuck,” you whisper, panting.

Jaemin is panting on your neck and then rolls over next to you. “That was g-”

“Great,” you finish, staring at the roof. “Oh shit.”

“What?” He looks at you.

“Wanna repeat?”

“Fuck yeah.” Jaemin smirks. “Roll on your stomach, baby,” he orders.

(...)

You didn’t mean to.

That’s what you tell yourself as you take the walk of shame home.

You didn’t mean to.

You can’t even look at Jeno, you don’t know how to speak to Jeno, your heart breaks every time he texts you. You are the shittiest and you know he doesnt deserve what you did.

Your guilt weighs down your shoulders. You feel like shit and you know Jeno will be devastated if he ever finds out. You and Jaemin are his favorite people in this world. Your poker face will be the first giveaway. And you remind yourself to forget what happened.

You sigh in exasperation, running your hands through your hair, chewing on your lip. You are looking for someone to blame. You want to pin it all on Jaemin, scream at him for making it happen. But it wasn’t just him. You are too.

You swear to yourself that it won’t happen again.

Until... it happens.

“Fuck,” you pant, “we can’t keep doing this.”

“I know,” Jaemin rolls off of you and lays next to you.

“But it’s just so good,” you sigh, leaning down on your elbows.

“You are so good,” Jaemin stares at you.

You chuckle. “Shut up and leave.”

“I feel used,” Jaemin complains, getting off the bed looking for his clothes.

“Poor ba-” A knock on the door interrupts you both and you frown.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

You shake your head and then your eyes wide open when you hear Jeno’s voice outside. “Fuck,” you whisper, almost jumping off the bed. “Shit, shit… okay, uhm… he knows I’m home because my car’s downstairs. Shit Jaemin…”

“I’ll just hide…” He takes a look at your room. “Under your bed.”

You put on some clothes and nod at his idea. Once Jaemin is under your bed, you leave your room and go to open the door. Your boyfriend is wearing his brightest smile. “Sorry for not telling you I was coming but I just missed you.” He pouts.

You gulp.

You’re a piece of shit.

“I miss you, too,” you manage to say and smile. “But I was on my way out.”

“Oh damn,” he sighs. “I was hoping we could spend the day together.”

“We can,” you smile. “But not here, Heejin has someone in her bedroom.”

“Let’s go to my place then,” he kisses your forehead. “Jaemin’s gone.”

You smirk and nod.

(...)

“It can’t happen again, Jaemin,” you sigh when his lips kiss your neck.

You’re laying on your back on Jaemin’s bed. For the third time in the week. You don't know why (yes you do) you keep coming back to him.

He hums, continuing kissing your neck and sometimes nipping at it. “You look really pretty today,” his fingers the hem of your dress.

“I-I’m meeting Jeno later,” you stammer.

“He can keep on waiting,” he whispers in your ear and bites your earlobe.

As you look up at him, he brings something over your eyes. Something soft, silky. A scarf? His sleep-mask? What is it? You don’t think about it anymore, as he caresses your body. “I wanna try something.”

His fingers flit over you, a soft touch here at your cheek, a kiss there by your hip. You moan, softly, inaudibly. But Jaemin hears it, of course he does. His low chuckle tells you that he hears it. You feel the bed shift, and his breath is suddenly warm on your face as he whispers against your ear, “Not yet, baby. Not yet.” The bed shifts again, an absence of breath that isn’t yours, and something wet touches your peaked breast, causing you to gasp.

His tongue.

You groan, your back arching, attempting to force more contact, any sort of contact. Jaemin places a hand on your shoulder and pushes, you resist momentarily, but eventually sink back into the bed, waiting. Always waiting. His hands are on your thighs now, massaging the soft flesh there. So close, but so far. You’re wetter now, if that’s even possible. Not knowing what he will do makes you ache with need.

Jaemin holds back, shifting between your legs, placing them around his waist. But even then, he is not done. He isn’t even undressed. You mewl in frustration, and there’s that laugh again. It’s so frustrating, and you try to gyrate against him, to feel some part of your lover against your core. Against you.

Your clit grazes a seam on Jaemi’s jeans causing you to buck your hips, ecstatic at the contact, but when you attempt to go back to it, it’s gone. He holds himself away from you. And then suddenly he is gone from between your thighs, punishing you it would seem with the far off sound of a zipper, a whisper of denim dropping to the floor. You whimper, missing his presence, and a soft plea escapes your lips. “Please?”

“Beg. Beg for it, baby girl.” His voice is almost a purr, so close to your ear but there’s no tell-tale mist of breath.

You groan. “Jaemin!”

“Good girls ask for it,” he bites your earlobe.

You sigh. “Please just fuck me.”

Jaemin smirks and plants a kiss on your lips. “Okay.”

(...)

You end up seeing Jaemin at least twice a week for the past 2 months, and whenever Jeno asks you where you are, you reply by saying you’re busy with uni stuff. And Jeno is not stupid, he knows something’s off with you, but he decides to give yous some space because you might be going through something and when you need him, you eventually will talk to him.

But more days pass and he knows what is happening.

He knows it because he knows you so well, because there are details so huge Jeno can’t keep ignoring.

Your guilty expression, for starters.

And a different smell on your skin, the smell that perhaps he is the only one to catch, but can’t go away. And Jeno has an idea of who that smell belongs to.

So, one night Jeno gets inside of the apartment aware of what might be happening.

Jeno sees your clothes all over the place and he perfectly hears your moans coming from Jaemin’s room, which door is slightly open. He swallows and walks quietly just to see you on top of his best friend. His girlfriend fucking his best friend.

He returns to the living room and sits there, having to listen to your moans and your cries of pleasure. After a few minutes, the torture is gone and all he can hears in your panting breaths, and the next Jeno sees is Jaemin and you leaving his room. You’re wearing one of Jaemin’s shirt and your panties.

You two freeze when you see Jeno, sitting on the couch staring at you both. “Nothing to say?” He asks, challenging.

You gulp and open your mouth but you can't articulate words.

Jeno stands up and runs a hand through his hair. “The writing’s always been on the wall. Everyone warned me about how Jaemin looked at you but I ignored it because he was my friend.”

“Jeno…” Jaemin starts talking.

“And I just found you fucking my girlfrined,” Jeno laughs bitterly and looks at you. “And you, how could you do this to me, y/n? I love you!”

You slowly look up and you can see the tears in his eyes. Your heart rate returns as it begins to pound in your chest, tears formed in your eyes but refuse to let them fall.

Jaemin can’t bring himself to look at Jeno so he keeps his eyes to the floor. Jeno paces back and forth, trying to think but all he thinks is hurtful words. You want to explain yourself but you know Jeno won't let you speak.

“I’m sorry, Jeno,” you whisper.

“How long?” He stares at you. “How long have you two been fucking?”

You two still cannot look at him and you sigh. “Answer me!”

“Two months…” Jaemin replies.

Jeno nods, turns around and crosses the room picking up his jacket. As he pulls the jacket on, he catches sight of your face. Tears are streaming down your cheeks. “Don��t fucking cry.”

As Jeno walks to the door, he turns to see Jaemin. "I'm staying at Mark’k,I want your crap out of my place by tonight and I dont ever want to see your fucking face,” he says and looks at you. “Same goes for you.”

“Jeno, please let me expl-” you try to say.

Jeno throws the door open and marches into the hall. The door slams shut behind him. He marched down the hall and into the stairwell. He takes the stairs two at a time until he reaches the lobby. For a moment, he isn’t sure where to go next. Maybe to the nearest bar and get drunk until he erases your face from his memory.

(...)

It has been 8 weeks since the last time you see Jeno or Jaemin. Jaemin hasn't stopped texting you or calling and to be honest you don't wanna see him, but you miss him.

And there is something you cannot explain, why do you miss Jaemin so much?

You know you’re the worst person in the world right now. You destroyed their friendship and probably destroyed Jeno’s life.

You sigh getting up from your bed. Your head hurts from thinking too much and you can’t find an answer to one single question. Heejin won’t help and probably can’t call Mark or Donghyuck since they will stand with Jeno. They must hate you right now.

More days pass and you realize that Jeno has changed his class schedule and even his teachers so as not to go into the same classes with you.

As you’re leaving the campus, you spot Jaemin walking to his car. Oh, you want to talk to him so bad.

He looks as bad as you.

You don't know how but your legs start making their way to Jaemin. He notices you and he seems to tense up. You stand in front of him and say nothing. He lowers his head and sighs, then he’s quick. He pulls you closer for a hug. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he whispers.

You wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his neck. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” he kisses your forehead. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” you reply. “This is so wrong, Jaemin. We shouldn't be doing this.”

“I know,” he cups your face, “but I can’t stop thinking of you. This is not okay, y/n. We fucked up.”

You can feel the tears streaming down your face. “We should stop seeing each other.”

“Yes,” Jaemin murmurs, “but I don’t want to.”

“Jaemin,” you sob.

Jaemin kisses you. You love how heavenly his lips feel against yours, how his warm touch is hot and it sends electricity coursing through your veins.

“Let me take you on a date. Let’s do things correctly this time,” Jaemin rubs your right cheek.

You know it’s selfish, but deep down you know you developed feelings for him. And so he did.

You nod. “We’ll go slow, okay?”

Jaemin kisses your cheek and smiles. “I promise.”

You don't know how the rest of the guys will react, or if you two will work out, but you are willing to give it a shot. To try.

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