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mechaknight-98 · 3 months

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Aggression (NSFW) FT Sohee Kim

Authors note: I wrote this in the delirium of Hay fever but I figured some of you might enjoy it

I try to steady my breathing as I wake up. My musth is coming in a few days and it's shaping up to be a particularly nasty one. I need to focus for the next few days as my performance at work has already been dropping and I can't afford for it to slip. after getting up my girlfriend (and fellow Alpha) Sohee stirs.

"You okay dear? It's 3 in the morning." Sohee asked. I nodded and went to go for my musth suppressants in the medicine cabinet. Shit they were empty.

"Honey I know you have been stressed and trying to focus better at work but you need to stop taking Musth Suppressants." Sohee pleads.

my hands tremble as I can feel the anger, lust, and raw aggression beginning to take hold.

"I know honey but I just need to get out of this Probation Period," I tell her.

"Babe you've extended taking them every time something new has come up. First, it was "I need to get this job" then it was "We need to finish the move" Now it's this. You have been suppressing yourself and you're just making your next musth that much worse for you. they aren't helping. You get home lethargic but restless so you can't sleep. You don't dump the hormones either by fucking or fighting. so they just sit in your body till the next must. I see it in your eyes." Sohee warned.

"But we fuck all the time?" I countered. Sohee rolls her eyes.

"While I may not be your type of alpha You and I both know Alpha biology requires musth/rut fucking, and competition to maintain a happy and healthy lifestyle," Sohee replied

I sighed trying to stay calm but I couldn't afford for anything to go wrong with this new job. I know she means well but sometimes she gets in my way...whoa that's not the thought I wanted. Sohee was not an obstacle. I loved her it's just rough right now.

It was just a stressful time right now. I couldn't afford to take time off since I had just been able to move out and support Sohee and me. We are also planning a vacation later in the year to celebrate our 5th anniversary. I ran my hands through my hair as I tried to figure out what to do next. Sohee sighed and said "This is the last time." as she handed me a bottle of over-the-counter musth suppressant.

"Oh, thanks, honey. You are the best." I say with a smile as she throws me those pills Sohee smiles as she walks up and kisses my cheek. I smile and slap her ass as she walks away.

"Hey be careful because you might start my rut, and I won't go easy on you," Sohee says with a sly smile. I laugh and take the pills before going back and having the most pleasant dream of having a lovely brunch with a very naked Sohee.

I wake up well-rested and get ready for work. while I do so Sohee also gets ready. As per usual she walks by naked so she can shower. Usually, my urges are painful but bearable. They aren't complete inhibitors after all (Sohee and I both agreed I shouldn't be taking those). I feel an intense burning sensation in my crotch followed by the equally intense, and almost ravenous wave of lust. I dig my fingers into the sink and stop when I hear a crack. Sohee seems to notice my discomfort and asks with concern, "Everything okay babe?" I breathe heavily before responding.

"Yeah, last round hopefully," I say. Sohee smiles

"Good. Now get ready before I force you to call in sick." She teases as she wiggles her cute butt. She always does this but today she looks so much sexier than usual. I just want to pound her until she begs me to stop. I watch drooling but quickly regain my composure. I finished getting ready and as I did Sohee met me to send me off. I smile at her hungrily as a familiar sensation in my loins burns, and my headaches.

"See you later sexy," I say with a level of confidence I didn't know I had. Sohee smiles as we kiss. Feeling emboldened for some reason I probe into her mouth with the kiss, and get lost in it before Sohee breaks it.

"Gosh, I forget sometimes that you're a really good kisser," she replies breathlessly

"Well maybe you could cancel your schedules and we just stay home today," I say not thinking clearly. Sohee puts her hands up in an x before she smiles.

"No, I need to go to this one. it's for our comeback, just wait for me at home," she says. I nod and fall into another kiss with her. I lose control again as I grip her ass tightly

"I Love you. I love this ass. This ass is mine." I growl. Sohee chuckles before she wraps a leg around my waist. "No other Alpha can satisfy me like you do." I continue. I smile ravenously when I hear Sohee mewl before she pushes me off. "Dinobardo we both need to go." Sohee protests. Her using my full first name excites me but also anchors me. I take it as a challenge to take her then and there. The horny Alpha Part of me accepts the challenge, but my rational brain kicks in and I remember that I don't have time for this.

"I am sorry Sohee I don't know what's wrong with me," I say. Sohee gives me an understanding smile

"No worries honey. Just go to work and come back," she says with an understanding smile. I nod and drive to work. I get through three hours before naked Sohee begins to run through my mind. I begin to pitch a tent and feel the brunt of my musth and fuck it's hard to stop. wave after wave of this unrelenting lust washes over me as if I am caught in a riptide of desire, but that's not the worst part. The hornier I get the angrier and more irritable I get. My senses get dialed up to an 18 out of 10, and every little thing can set me off. the leaky tile in the corner of my office. the tapping of someone's nails in the other office three doors down I sense it all, and it drives me ballistic. This isn't even counting the massive headache I was nursing. I crack my knuckles as I try to focus but the door opens and my friend James walks in. I look at him furiously, and he nods and walks out. I barely make it to lunch before I try to take a nap but all I can dream about is fucking Sohee. I groan and get back and power to work where the heat hits me worse. I claw into my skull as I try to ride out the waves and focus but my mind because foggier as it's consumed by fighting and fucking. I need to do one or the other or I will go feral. As I release my hands from my skull I see blood pouring and realize I may already be there.

I take a deep breath trying not to let my body control me. I do the meditation practices but it doesn't help. my erection is raging at this point uncontrollably. I take another deep breath before counting to ten when I get the call. I look at my phone it's Sohee. I answer

"What's up honey," I say.

Sohee chuckles, "Where's that husk coming from? Are you okay you sound weird." she replies. Her voice makes the feelings worse as imagine fucking her till she begs me to stop.

"I don't know I feel like my skin is burning and something inside me is trying to claw its way out," I answer as Sohee listens.

"Well, honey maybe the Musth suppressant reached their tolerance threshold and won't work anymore. You sound like you're going through like 5 months right now." Sohee suggests.

"It certainly feels like I am. I have never felt this horny and this angry." I lament.

"Dino maybe you should go home and wait for me." Sohee pleads

"I am almost done for the day though I have two hours left," I whine.

"Dinobardo Michaell Benedict Jr. Go home and wait for me. I can hear the lust and anger in your voice, and I almost can smell your scent from over the phone. Go home early and wait for me before you hurt anyone. I promise I'll take care of you while your body rages against you." Sohee demands. I hesitate before relenting. Sohee wouldn't use my full name if she wasn't serious so I'd better take this seriously. I shut all my work stuff

"Okay, honey I'll go. I'll talk to you later" I reply before I get up from my office and go to my boss.

"Oh Dino heading out early?" he asks I nod.

"Good. I was about to send you home as people were complaining about your Rut Scent. " my Boss joked. I groaned and nodded.

"See you next week boss," I reply

My boss smiles and waves, "Take care of yourself." he says as he sees me off.

I arrive home with no issue. I sit on our couch and try to sleep but every time I close my eyes visions of Sohee plague them. when I finally do get a normal dream my alarm blades off and says it's time to take more suppressants I get up and feel my head pounding. I steady myself enough to go to the bathroom and Grab two more pills I take them and I notice the temporin seeping out. My blood boils my suppressant was to stop this specific thing. I look at the bottle of pills, and it reads Maxwell lord’s Marvellous which is the correct brand, but under it in little tiny letters says “musth amplifiers” The flowery letters are hard to read as my brain loses the ability to comprehend complex tasks due to the musth fully taking over. Something tells me to take another too. So I did. At this point, my brain is made a horny and angry mush by the musth the heat of my own body has become unbearable so I strip to my boxers. I try to remember what I was doing or who I was waiting for as I meander over to my bed but I can't. I fish out my dick and begin to stroke it languidly now fully in throes and acquiescing to my body’s demand t try to relieve some of the build-up, but it does exceptionally little to ease the lust I feel. I need my mate. I reach for my phone but I can't remember the code to open it. It infuriated me as I typed in numbers that swam through my head. So I am teased by my mate’s face but I can't even remember her name no matter how much I scrape my head trying to. It only serves to worsen my headache and my temperament I can't even remember my mate’s name and this is the person I wish to mark…pathetic. I chastised myself and looked at the wall trying to clear the brain fog, but the more I tried to focus the more the brain fog intensified. Time space and conscious thought all became labored concepts in my heavily lust-addled mind. Then finally I heard the door open. I heard a feminine voice ring out,

“Honey are you okay.”

I labored down the stairs through an almost endless amount of growing lust and brain fog. When I get down my mate sees me with a wicked smile on her face. I couldn't focus as she wore a crop top pushing her perky breasts up and to attention and a very short skirt that flaunted her curves and ass. I couldn't reply

“You okay? You look feral” Sohee says with a smile. My mind clears enough to remember my mate’s name and I smile. I approach Sohee and steady myself on her shoulders. Sohee looks down at my boxers where she sees my bulge. She smiles at me as she lowers herself to my crotch. I groan as she releases my trunk and it flops on her face. Sohee looks up at me with a lusted smile.

“Oh honey, you've been walking around with this all day. Let me take care of it.” Sohee says and begins to suck. I groan as her warm mouth takes me inside. I finally begin to relief and for a moment my brain fog clears.

“Oh thank god dear that feels so good,” I reply. Sohee smiles

“You're back?” she says with a slight pout. She stops and immediately I'm stupefied again. She drags me up to our bedroom and she goes into the bathroom and grabs a bottle but I can't remember what it said or reads. She takes 3 pills out of it and gestures for me to take them. I shake my head as I get a bad vibe from them. Sohee gets at my eye level her brown eyes are full of stern concern before she says

“Take them. You need this,” she says. Not wanting to make her mad I take the pills she begins to strip down to her panties (which have a stain on the front) and bra. After an unclear amount of time, my brain fog cleared, and the amount of anger I felt as I recalled everything was unreasonable.

“You dirty whore I trusted you and you poisoned me,” I yelled. Sohee’s eyes turned to slits demonstrating her excitement.

“Oh and what are you going to do about it.” she challenged. I ripped her panties and bra open, bent her over, and plunged into her.

“Is this what you wanted? I balls deep in your whore cunt.” I yell as I thrust into her cunt which is unreasonably tight almost oppositionally so. As I fight through the tightness I hear Sohee moan in ecstasy. She loves it when I get rough with her.

“Are you about to cum whore.” I ask as I pound her pussy with reckless abandon. I grab her ass and squeeze as she moans my first release comes and it comes hard. I explode into Sohee’s pussy and she moans as her walls milk me for everything I'm worth. After 5 minutes her body calms down but mine does not. I plunge back into her and she moans again I lift her back up so I can get a nice grab of her ass and tits.

“You got me riled up. You wanted my musth well here it is whore.” I say as I fuck and grope her body relentlessly. My heart hurts from what I'm saying but my body is so enraged and off normal that my brain can only continue to degrade her sinful body. I knead her Tits and ass loving the softness and bounciness of her body has as I manipulate it. I begin to feel the musth deeper, and it exhilarates my body and causes me to fuck my honey’s body with more fervor.

“That's it honey let all that cum and testosterone out,” Sohee says in between moans. I slap her ass out of spite causing her to release a surprised yelp.

“Don't tell me what to do whore. You're only used to me as a cum dump. So shut up and take it all. As I cum into my girlfriend again. She finally cums for the first time as her body goes limp from exhaustion. She falls on the bed limp but my erection hasn't let up. My body is still not mine currently so I watch my girlfriend try to recover

I watch as Sohee recovers she turns over and her eyes go to slits as I smell a familiar smell of toasted cinnamon. I chuckle having triggered her rut. She looks at my cock with a frenzied and hungry look. She pounces on me kissing and marking me. Despite my current status, I accept her mark and in return mark her back. She smiles

“Now it's official you're my whore. “ I grit and Sohee pushes me to the bed where she starts riding me.

“This cock is mine.” she moans. My hands reach out for her ass. I grab and squeeze it. The pliant flesh pleases me. Sohee grabs her tits and moans on top of me.

“I needed you to stop hiding. You're an alpha dammit act like it.” Sohee said as she slammed into my dick. I released my first moan. She begins to bounce harder and faster as her body takes over. Mine does as well as I thrust into her. We continue this merciless pace chasing our highs rather than comforting the other until both our bodies explode. I groan as the must refuses to die down. Sohee looks at me wildly and she keeps riding after that I kind of blackout. I fully give in to the musth and let it run my body

when I come to I'm slowly waking up to my dick still in Sohee. She is asleep leaving me lost and wondering what happened. As I stir Sohee yelps

“Ah careful I'm still sensitive,” she says. I nod and pull out of her pussy a deluge of cum follows. Sohee looks at me with a satisfied smile.

“You feeling better,” she asks and I nod.

“But why am I so hungry I ask

“Well, we have been fucking nonstop for 72 hours.”

“72 hours you're telling me we fucked the whole weekend away?” I asked concerned Sohee nodded.

“Yeah, I can tell your mind kinda left after the third orgasm because that's when the beast came out. I didn't know how strong you were.” Sohee teases. I nod knowingly

“Yeah, being hopped up on 180 times the testosterone I'm normally supposed to have pushed a lot of things out of me. I'm sorry if I hurt you while I was “intoxicated” I apologize

“Oh no you didn't I'm an alpha too after all I can take rough. Besides I have only heard stories about being with an alpha who has a musth it was thrilling especially since you triggered my rut. So we killed two birds with one stone.” I nod and reply to Sohee’s statement

“Also sorry about switching your suppressants with the amps. I was worried that when you did stop taking them you'd be too far gone and hurt me. So I wanted to get at least one large musth dump before our vacation.” Sohee says apologetically

“No that's fair I haven't been listening to my body and next time I'll just take the time needed to give into my musth.”I shrug and affirm

“Ooh I like that maybe I should edge you to the next one,” Sohee said as she reached down and began stroking me.

“Oh, you'd like that little slut.”

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allthelovehes · 2 months

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Summary: You just moved into your new apartment and your new neighbour turns out to be the author of the smutty book you're currently reading.

Pairing: Author/Neighbour!Harry x Reader

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: Smut, basically strangers, it's cute tho.

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The first few weeks of living in your new apartment were, thankfully, relatively uneventful. You had managed to find a new job and keep your finances balanced, and the building you were in seemed to be relatively clean and well-maintained, and you'd never seen anyone who you thought would have a problem with you.

You travel back and forth between work by bus, not really feeling the need to have a car in the big city. Plus it gives you the perfect opportunity to read a good book, something you love but always slips in the cracks of your busy life.

It's the last day of work before your weekend, and you're on the bus home deep into a chapter of the book you're reading, everything is going perfectly fine. You're excited for the weekend as you still have a few boxes to unpack and some cleaning and organization that needs to get done.

You've been so into the book you're reading, that when you realize the bus just drove past your usual stop, you're shocked.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter under your breath as you try to think of what to do. You could just walk the few blocks back to your stop, the weather is fine anyway. You press the button, the bus comes to a halt at the next stop and you step off, thanking the driver for the ride. You begin walking, a tote on your shoulder and the book still in hand.

The streets aren't busy, it's not a particularly busy part of the city, and it's a beautiful afternoon. The sun is shining and there is a slight breeze, but not too much. You can hear the birds chirping and see the small kids playing in the nearby park, all in all a nice day.

You reach your building after a few minutes of walking, and the front door is unlocked and ajar, so you let yourself in and start to head towards the stairwell. When you reach the right floor, you spot your neighbour coming out of their apartment, the one you had seen the first night you'd arrived.

He was tall, much taller than you, and wearing a t-shirt that clung to his form nicely, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal a collection of tattoos that ran all the way down to his hands. His hair was curly and looked incredibly soft and you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through it. His jaw was chiselled, sporting a stubble. He looked good, really good.

“Hey.” He says, his voice deep and smooth, and you can't help but notice the accent he has. “I haven't seen you around before, are you the new neighbour?”

“Yeah, I moved in a couple of weeks ago.” You reply. “My name is Y/N.”

“It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry.” He extends a hand and you shake it. You notice the rings on his fingers, they're large, but not tacky, and they suit him. He looks at the book in your other hand and chuckles, “A reader, eh?”

“Yeah, I've always loved reading, and this one is really good, I've been wanting to finish it, so I'm glad I missed my stop, I was so deep into the story I hadn't even noticed.” You chuckle and it's then when Harry notices what book you have in hand, his book.

“Hey, wait a second. You're reading my book!” He points at the cover.

“Oh, you wrote this? Well, now I feel kinda embarrassed.” You say, laughing, trying to hide the embarrassment and your blushing cheeks. The story is based around quite a few explicit sex scenes, and you're hoping he won't bring it up.

“I'm just messing with ya. I'm actually quite flattered.” He chuckles.

You talk for a few more minutes and then go on your way. He is funny and kind, and his smile is one that you know you would kill to see. His eyes are bright, and you love the way his curls move when he laughs.

As you make your way to your apartment, you're smiling to yourself, thinking about how good-looking your new neighbour is. He seems kind and easy-going, and you wonder if you'll ever be able to spend more time with him.

When you get to your apartment, you drop your things, kick off your shoes and throw yourself onto your sofa. You sigh and close your eyes, taking a moment to process the day, and what just happened.

Knowing the man who came up with those incredible sex scenes was living right across the hall from you, is driving you absolutely wild. You're not sure why you're reacting the way you are, you have no business thinking about him like that. But he's just so fucking hot, and his accent, and his body, and the way his arms looked...

You feel your skin begin to heat up, and a tingling between your legs, and before you even realise, your hand is down the front of your jeans. You start touching yourself, and all you can think of is him, and the words he has written. Your breathing becomes heavier and you close your eyes, imagining him doing these things to you, his lips and hands exploring your body.

You're abruptly ripped from your fantasy by a knock on the door, and you jump and scramble to pull your hand from your pants.

“Fuck.” You hiss under your breath, and run your fingers through your hair, trying to get it to look presentable. You look through the peephole in the door and your eyes widen, there stands Harry, and he's holding a bottle of wine. You take a deep breath and open the door, trying to appear as composed as possible.

“Oh, hi.” You say, smiling, but you're nervous. “What can I do for you, Harry?”

“Hey, Y/N, I just came to drop off some wine.” He seems nervous. “I figured since you're new it'd be a nice thing to do.”

“That's very sweet of you, thank you.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” He turns and starts to walk back to his own apartment.

“Harry, wait!” You shout, and he turns back to face you.

“Yes, love?” His British accent thick.

“Do you want to come in? I'll pour us some wine.”

“Yeah, that'd be lovely.” He follows you into the apartment. You take the wine from him and pour two glasses. You hand him the glass and sit down next to him, making sure to keep some distance between you.

You chat for a while, sipping your wine, and you find yourself enjoying his company. He tells you about his writing and how he's working on another book, and that he's glad that you've enjoyed the one he already published. You tell him about yourself, about how much you love to read, and he tells you he'll send you copies of the other books he has published.

The wine is flowing, and so is the conversation. Harry is really nice, and you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him. The bottle is empty and your cheeks are flushed, but not just from the alcohol.

“Well, I should probably head home.” Harry says, and the disappointment is evident on your face.

“No, don't leave yet.” You protest, and his eyes lock with yours. “I'm enjoying your company.”

“Well, alright. I can stay a bit longer.” He says, smiling.

You're not sure why, but you feel compelled to lean forward and kiss him. Maybe it's the wine, or the fact that he's just so fucking hot, or the stories and sex scenes in the book he had written. You're not sure, but something is driving you crazy, and you need him. Your lips crash against his, and it takes a moment for him to register what's happening. But when he kisses back, your heart flutters and your stomach feels like it's doing somersaults.

You pull away and stare at him for a moment, and he looks at you with a mixture of lust and surprise in his eyes.

“Sorry.” You mutter. “I shouldn't have-“

He cuts you off by leaning in and kissing you again, this time deeper, and more passionate. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and your tongues collide, tasting each other. He pulls away and stares into your eyes, his lips slightly swollen and a smirk on his face.

“You're a good kisser.” He whispers.

“So are you.” You reply, a smile spreading across your lips.

He leans back in, kissing you more roughly than before, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. He begins trailing kisses down your neck and jawline, eliciting small whimpers and moans from you. He makes his way down your collarbones and chest, then moves back up to your ear.

“Y/N.” He whispers. “May I take this off?”

“Please.” You reply, almost begging. He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head, revealing the lacy bra underneath. He stares at your breasts for a moment, drinking them in, before he dives down and sucks at the exposed skin. He moves to your other breast and does the same, and his other hand begins to unbutton his own shirt.

He removes his shirt, revealing his tattoos, and you can't help but stare. He has a slim yet muscular frame, and his arms are toned and strong. You trace the ink on his chest and torso with your fingers, and he watches your reaction with a smirk.

He stands up and grabs your waist, picking you up and setting you on the kitchen island. He leans down and kisses you again, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You can feel his erection through his jeans, and it's big, really big. You can't help but let out a moan at the thought of him fucking you with that monster.

He reaches around and unclasps your bra, pulling it off and exposing your breasts. He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at it, while his hand plays with the other. You throw your head back and moan, grabbing at his curls and tugging slightly. He lets out a groan and grinds his hips against yours, and you can feel his cock harden even more.

“Harry.” You moan. “I want you.”

He removes his mouth from your breast and looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust.

“Are you sure, love?” He asks, his accent sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, please.” You beg, and he smirks. You're so eager and it's making him impossibly harder. He undoes his belt and his pants fall to the floor. You stare at his cock hiding in his black boxers, and your mouth waters. It's long and thick, and you know that it's going to feel amazing. He pulls off his boxers, and his cock springs free, standing proudly.

He grabs your jeans and tugs them down, revealing the matching pair of lace panties. He groans as he looks at you, and his fingers hook under the fabric, pulling them down your legs.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking beautiful.” He breathes, taking in the sight of you. You're completely naked and exposed in front of him, and he can't help but marvel at how perfect you are. He leans in and kisses you, and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him close. He grinds his hips against yours, his cock rubbing against your wetness. He's teasing you, and it's driving you insane.

“Harry, please.” You whine, and he smirks.

“Please, what?” He teases, continuing his slow grinding.

“Please fuck me.”

He groans and searches for his wallet, finding a condom. He slides it on and lines his cock up with your entrance, pushing in slowly. He fills you up completely, and you cry out, arching your back. He lets you adjust to his size before he starts moving. He sets a slow and steady pace, and you're moaning and whimpering.

“Fuck, Harry.” You gasp. “You're so big.”

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He groans. He thrusts his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. You reach down and begin rubbing your clit, and the extra stimulation has you seeing stars. No wonder the smut in his books is good, the man himself knows exactly what he's doing.

His pace quickens and his breathing becomes laboured. He leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the sounds that escape your mouth. He picks you up from the countertop and carries you over to the sofa, never breaking his rhythm. He lays you down and continues pounding into you, and you can feel the pressure building.

“Harry, I'm so close.” You moan, and he reaches down to rub your clit.

“Come for me, baby.” He growls, and that's all it takes for you to come undone. You scream his name and arch your back as the orgasm rips through you. He keeps his pace, thrusting harder and faster, prolonging your pleasure.

When you come down from your high, he pulls out and grabs your legs, flipping you onto your stomach. He positions himself behind you and pushes back in, causing you both to moan. His hands grip your hips and he begins pounding into you, and his grunts fill the room.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking tight.” He groans, his voice thick with lust.

“Oh, god, Harry.” You moan. The sound of skin slapping skin and the scent of sex fills the air. He reaches around and starts rubbing your clit, and the pleasure is almost too much for you to handle. He thrusts his hips, filling you completely.

“Come for me again, love.” He commands.

“Yes, Harry, fuck.” You cry out, your walls tightening around his cock. You know that anyone passing by your apartment would definitely hear the sounds of sex, but you don't care. The only thing that matters is the feeling of him inside you.

You come undone once more, and he fucks you through your orgasm. He moans, his thrusts becoming erratic. You turn him on so much, he never wants to stop fucking you. His cock slides out of you and he pulls you back up, turning you around to face him.

“I want you to ride me, love.” He growls, his voice deep and rough. You straddle him, your wetness coating his cock. He positions himself at your entrance and you slide down, moaning as he fills you again. You start moving, your hips rocking against his.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.” He moans, and his hands grip your hips, guiding you. Your pace quickens and you can feel yourself getting close again. You look at him and his eyes are filled with lust and desire, and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

Harry's lips crash into yours and his hands tangle in your hair. He breaks the kiss and his mouth moves to your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. You let out a string of curses and he groans against your neck. He leaves a trail of kisses down to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He nibbles and sucks on it, and his tongue swirls around it.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan.

“Do you like that, love?” He asks, looking up at you with dark eyes.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” You reply, your voice wavering.

He continues his assault on your breasts, switching from one to the other. Your breathing is heavy and you can feel the pressure building again.

“Harry, I'm so close.” You breathe.

“Me too, baby. Come for me.” He growls, his fingers rubbing your clit. The combination of his cock filling you his mouth on your nipples and his fingers stroking your clit sends you over the edge, and you scream his name, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Your walls clench around his cock and he loses it, his thrusts become more erratic, and his breathing is laboured. He moans your name, and the sound is like music to your ears. He comes hard, and his cock pulses inside you.

You both collapse, breathing heavily. Your heart is racing and you can't believe what just happened. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You lie there in his arms, trying to catch your breath, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Harry says, breaking the silence. “That was incredible.”

“Mhm, you're far better than your books.”

“Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.” He chuckles. You snuggle into his arms, and he holds you tight. You've never felt so safe and secure in someone's arms, and you know that you're already falling for him.

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roanniom · 2 years

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omg virgin!eddie you say?!? i am obsessed with that idea! him needed guidance and reassurance? yes please. he doesn’t really know what to do, and maybe a little nervous? but he wants to make you feel good 😭

Overthinking

Virgin!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

I could imagine a world where virgin!Eddie Munson gets a little self conscious and he tries to put off actually having sex because he know’s he’ll blow his load in like 0.002 seconds so when your hands creep down to his bulge while you two make out, he pulls away with a theatrical hum.

“Ummm let’s take care of you first,” he practically singsongs, pushing you down with your back on the mattress. You look up at him, confused, as he crawls backward to settle between your open thighs. He starts petting at the apex of your legs and you quirk an eyebrow.

“Oh, so you have done things other than sex?” You knew he was a virgin, he’d blurted it out the other night when you were giving him a particularly lascivious kiss good bye. You’d found the confession sweet and promised to help change that if he wanted. And oh had he wanted.

Which is why you’re on his bed, alone in his trailer, in nothing but a small pair of shorts and a soft tank top. But his reluctance to let you touch him is surprising. When you question him, he shakes his head sheepishly.

“Yeah…no. I haven’t done any of it before.”

You sit up and rest your elbows on your knees, smiling.

“So then what was the plan? Going to rub my pussy? Eat me out?”

You’re thoroughly pleased as a red flush spreads from his neck to his cheeks and his ears. He looks nervous but he puffs out his chest and digs his fingers into your thighs.

“Well I was going to try, if you’re amenable.” It comes out more question than statement and a cute, rueful smile quirks his lips. You laugh.

“Why won’t you just let me take the lead here? Make you feel good,” you coo, leaning forward to run your fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter shut as you scratch pleasantly at his scalp but then he shakes his head.

“Because I’d very much like to make you feel good.”

“You do make me feel good,” you reassure him, peeling one of his hands off your thigh and pulling it to cup your cheek. His eyes melt into something warm and soft as he caresses at the hollow under your eye. It’s just enough of a distraction for you to catch him off guard, pushing him onto his own back and moving up to straddle his hips. He grunts, eyes wide at your sudden force.

“But do you know what would make me feel better?” you ask, just a whisper in his ear. You’ve leaned down to press your chest to his, kissing at his earlobe as you speak. You pull back enough to see his reaction, though, and you’re glad you down miss his rough swallow.

“W-what?”

“The chance to make you, Eddie Munson, feel oh so good.” You swirl designs onto his chest with the tip of your pointer finger as you speak. Eddie practically pouts as you maintain eye contact with him.

“Well I…” he exhales sharply when you slide a hand between your bodies and ghost over the outline of his cock in his sweatpants. His eyes flutter shut for a second before he’s glancing back at you, anxiety furrowing his brows. “I’m going cum so fucking quick if you keep touching me like that, Princess.”

“And what makes you think that isn’t my goal?” You bite your tongue cheekily.

“You’re a nymph. A v-vixen.” He’s gasping at this point as you mouth at his neck, your hand moving in earnest on his hard, clothed dick. It twitches in your hand and he throws an arm over his eyes with a groan.

“And you’re cute,” you say with humor. Your hand slides past the elastic waist of his sweatpants and into his boxers, coming into contact with his warm skin.

“Oh fuck…” Eddie whispers. He peaks at you from under his arm and you’re smiling at him. You’ve scooted back to straddle his thighs now, pulling his cock out to wrap your hand around the length.

“So I’m the first to touch this pretty cock other than you, pretty boy?” You ask and his entire body shivers.

“Yeah,” he says with a nod. Then, gathering his bravery. “You think it’s pretty?”

“Mmhmm. The prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” you hum, beginning to stroke him languidly up and down. Squeezing and twisting your wrist each time you get up to the weeping tip.

“And you’re not just fucking saying that?” he goads you with smirk. Without breaking eye contact you lean down and lick a fat stripe up the length of his dick from root to tip. Eddie practically convulses beneath you.

“I’m not just saying that,” you confirm. Your fist begins moving faster up and down his cock and Eddie pants openly now.

“This d-doesn’t - fuck! You know this doesn’t count, r-right,” Eddie struggles to get out. You’re distracted, all your attention on his purpling, dripping length. You’ve never played with such a responsive cock before and you’re already losing yourself in the thought of how it would feel inside you.

“What doesn’t count?”

“This isn’t sex,” he blurts out. Sweat beads at his hairline and you can tell that every muscle in his body is clenched.

“Oh I’m sorry, is there something you’d rather he fucking other than my hand?” you reply teasingly. “What, not having fun?”

“Well ‘fun’ isn’t usually the word I’d use to describe earth shattering pleasure-gah!” Eddie cuts himself off with a gasp as you lean over him again and start nipping at his neck, all while your hand keeps pumping away. His hips are bucking into your grasp and you can tell by the way that his abdomen is tensed that he’s probably getting close.

“What can I do to make you stop overthinking this?” You whisper in his ear. His voice is surprisingly soft when he responds.

“I’d…I’d rather be touching you.”

You pull back to look at him and he looks so desperate beneath you, your heart almost aches.

“This work?” you ask, gripping his wrist and bringing his hand to rest on your left breast. His eyes almost roll all the way back in his head.

“Jesus H Christ, you aren’t real.”

“Well I can guarantee you these aren’t fake,” you say with a chuckle. He barks out a laugh along with you but it ends on a pained moan. He’s bucking up into you consistent now, needing and squeezing your breasts, moving frenetically from one to the other as if he won’t have enough time to savor both.

“No, they’re perfect,” he breathes, and you can’t help but smile down at him.

“Hey Eddie, you know the best part of you being so desperate?”

“Um that’s kinda rude but what?”

“After I make you cum, you’ll probably get hard again in no time. So I won’t have to wait very long before I can find out what this pretty cock feels like inside of me.”

And he’s cumming all over you only seconds later, much to your amusement.

#Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #virgin!eddie munson #Eddie munson discourse #fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

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Percy Jackson x Fem! Athena! Reader who lives opposite him in new york, and the two end up in the same school. Originally, because they were younger, reader hated Percy because he was a boy (duh) and he annoyed her and called her names, with these things follow her to camp and such. Years later, after maturing, the pair slowly share a close connection with reader realizing through five seperate occasions that she does, possibly, like the boy next door.

The five occasions are honestly up to you! (but for example it could be when reader found Percy taking care of a younger camper who had had a nightmare, or when the pair were on the train to school and, reader running a bit behind, Percy reveals that he actually has both readers fav breakfast and the days books already packed for her.

“ i should hate you ”

percy jackson x daughter of athena!reader 🌊

y/n finds herself feeling a little too much for the most annoying son of poseidon

this is a little off from the books in an attempt to avoid too much percabeth, also this is really long but it was really fun to write. omg and hunger games reference

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When y/n first arrived at camp the first person she spotted filled her with rage. Perseus Jackson.

“No way Jose!” he called, walking over to her.

She crossed her arms. His dirty clothes and static hair told her that he had just gotten back from training, “how are you here? Of all places, why are you here?”

“Well, Tinky Winky, glad to see you, too.”

Tinky Winky. You dress up as a teletubbie one time in 2nd grade and suddenly you're Tinky Winky for the rest of your life, “I’m gonna head to my cabin. If I see you again, I might throw up on you.”

As she walked away, she heard him yell, “I’m the son of Poseidon, big three, you’ll be seeing a lot of me, babe!” She hated the way her stomach flipped at the name, what right did he have to call her babe?

She walked out of her cabin after a month of somehow successfully avoiding speaking to the boy, despite how close her sister was to him. She had free time, so she decided she would walk by the dock to get some fresh air.

She was sitting on the edge, looking at the water when she felt a particularly strong gust of wind. She tried to stand up, but slipped off the edge, falling into the lake. She flailed her arms, trying to maintain some buoyancy. She was never a good swimmer, which was apparent as she felt her lungs begin to fill with liquid as she tried to scream.

Suddenly, she was pulled back to the dock. She tried to catch her brush, coughing up buckets.

“Y/N, y/n, are you okay?” She blinked the water out of her eyes trying to make out the face. All she could see was dark hair and sickeningly green eyes.

“Percy?” She breathed out quietly.

He desperately nodded, “yeah, how long were you under there?”

“Maybe like,” she thought for a second, “20 seconds?”

He helped her up, holding onto her hand, although she urgently pulled it away, “can you breathe fine and everything?”

She nodded, “I’m fine, I’m just gonna go dry off.” She began walking off before stopping and turning back around towards him, “thanks, Percy.”

She ran through the woods during a game of capture the flag while clutching a dagger in one hand. She came to a sudden stop as she heard quiet voices. She hid behind a tree bur peeked over to try and see who it was.

There she saw Percy kneeling on the ground next to a younger camper.

“Don’t worry about them,” he mentioned, “the Ares kids are all bark no bite. I would know,” he joked, offering a kind smile.

She noticed the tears coming out of the child’s eyes, “are you sure, because they were saying how-”

“Hey, hey,” he whispered, “they talk to you like that again, you can tell me and I’ll flood their cabin.”

The kid chuckled, causing a grin to find its way to y/n’s face as she watched the scene unfold.

“Now,” Percy stood up and patted the child’s shoulder, “go get that flag.”

The younger boy nodded before running off once again.

Percy brushed off his clothes, suddenly locking eyes with the daughter of Athena, “hey, Alfalfa.”

She tilted her head in confusion, “what?”

He laughed, “your hair.”

She sighed, brushing her fingers through the top of her hair to make sure there were no floating strands, “better, wiseass?”

He smirked, reaching forward and moving a piece of hair behind her ear, “there.”

She felt blood rush to her face, “I’ve gotta go,” she muttered as she ran off. She heard a laugh from behind her, but she carried on, trying not to think of him anymore.

III

She figured the fates must hate her, after all, she was stuck on a quest with the person she hated most. Or that’s what she wanted to say at least. She hated Percy Jackson. She had known him her whole life, and all he had been ws obnoxious.

“I’m as happy with this as you are, y/n,” he interrupted her thoughts as he spoke, “but we should at least talk.”

“About what?” She coldly answered, not even looking at him.

He thought briefly, “what’s your favorite color?”

“Oh, now you’ve gone too far,” she joked.

He smiled in return, “seriously, I’ve known you forever, what is it?”

“F/c,” she answered, glancing over at him.

“See, I never would’ve known that.”

“What’s yours?”

“Blue,” he replied, “reminds me of the ocean.”

“Conceited much?”

“What? That’s not-”

“Whatever you say, fish boy.”

He shook his head, “that’s really creative, wow.” He stopped in his steps in front of a convenience store, “I’m gonna go grab a snack.”

“Percy, there’s more important things right now than your stomach.”

“Right, yeah, whatever,” he brushed her off as he walked into the store.

She groaned, “that idiot.” She nervously looked around, sure she was a demigod, but she was still a teenage girl alone in a city. She felt that those five minutes went on for ages before Percy came back out.

“Here,” he spoke as he handed her a bag.

“What’s this?” She asked, opening the bag to find a package of chips.

“You used to bring a bag of those everyday in middle school,” he added while opening his own chips.

She smiled at how he remembered, “I’m surprised you even noticed.”

“You're hard to miss.”

She wanted to scream looking in the mirror. Purple. Her hair was purple. She couldn't figure out what happened, she used the same shampoo and conditioner as always. She rushed to find her shampoo bottle and open it up. As she took off the cap, she was met with the burning smell of hair dye. She cursed herself for not realizing it before.

She stepped out of the bathroom to find only Annabeth and Percy discussing something while sitting on the former’s bed. They looked at her, surprised.

“Really living up to that Tinky Winky name, huh?”

“Shut up, Jackson!”

Her sister ran to her side, “what happened?”

“I don't know, I washed my hair and- and-”

“The Stolls,” Percy commented, walking over to her.

“Oh my gods,” she mumbled, “why- why-”

“They’re morons, that’s why,” Annabeth said.

Y/N breathed heavily as she tried to stop herself from crying. After all, it was her hair, what did her hair matter? It’s not like she was Aphrodite’s daughter. But, she hated to admit how much it meant to her.

Percy bit his lip, “I’ll be right back,” he mentioned as he made his way out og the cabin.

Soon after, she heard yelling from outside. Her and her sister looked out the window to see what the ordeal was.

“-It’s temporary, it’s not like it's a big deal,” Travis Stoll was defending.

“There is a girl in there crying because of you two!” She was confused why Percy was so angered by this.

“It’s funny-”

“It’s not funny, you ass, she did nothing, why would you do some shit like that to her?”

Chiron suddenly rushed to the scene, standing between the two boys, “what is going on here?”

“Percy’s mad because we dyed his girlfriend’s hair purple.”

Oh, Oh. She was made more confused by the way her heartbeat quickened at being called his girlfriend. She didn't care, he was Percy. She didn't care. She didn't care.

To say she was panicked would be an understatement. Percy and Annabeth had been sent on a quest, where only Annabeth returned in tears. As far as she said, Percy wasn't dead, he was missing. They had been fighting a group of monsters, when she turned around and Percy was gone.

Y/N sat at breakfast, unable to eat. She poked at her food, but her stomach was so nauseous, she could barely look at the food. That was until she heard gasps and cheers. She turned around to find Perseus Jackson walking, looking disheveled.

She quickly stood up and ran over to the boy, wrapping him a hug. He was taken aback but enclosed his arms around her waist.

She deeply breathed, pulling away from him. Her hands held onto his face like she was trying to make sure he was real, “I thought you were fucking dead,” she cried.

“I’m pretty glad I’m not.”

She giggled, though tears still streamed down her face. She stayed looking at him, just taking in every feature of his face, every scar, every color in his eyes, and the pink of his lips. She soon enough clashed her lips with his. She didn't care that she knew all of his friends were watching, all she could care about was that he was alive. She did kinda care about the fact that he smelled like raw tuna, but she could look past that for right now.

They separated for air, but their foreheads rested against one another, letting them stare into each other’s eyes.

“You're a pretty good kisser, Tinky Winky.”

“Thanks. You could do better, Spongebob.”

He chuckled, “wanna try again?”

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #cabin 6 #cabin 3 #daughter of athena #child of athena #percy jackson x you #percy jackson fanfiction #fanfic

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desperate-gay · 6 months

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Your fiancé is insufferable.

When she’s showering you with kisses all over your face after games and whispering phrases that make your heart swell, you forget the fact of the matter. But when you’re ruining each other for anyone else in the confined walls of your bedroom, she reminds you of it every time.

Mary Earps is insufferable.

“Baby, no…”

“Baby, yes.” She returns with that signature smirk of hers that makes your body reset for the fifth orgasm of the night. Almost.

She’s laid down on her back, knees bent, and one arm stretched over your lower back. The other is adjusting the strap that was the reason for the recent two orgasms. The other three were because like you said, she loves being a nuisance in the bedroom. Making you so sensitive, you’re an aching mess post session.

You’re on top of her with your legs over her waist and hands on her stomach trying to find anything to hold onto in efforts of focusing more on your grip versus the slow grinds Mary has started with her own hips again.

“Just give me one more. You’re so beautiful.”

You whine and moan and it was already too much a few minutes ago. She knows you and your body more than yourself sometimes, so you’d be lying if you even entertained the idea of her crossing boundaries. Maybe you just didn’t want to be a riled up mess in her arms. This led to endless teases of the effect she had on you.

“Oh my god, Mary.” You cry out and quickly move your hands under her back, hugging her. Needing something, anything, to hold onto tightly. You feel so vulnerable, but safe all at the same time. Your face is buried into her neck and your noises are right in her ear. This was her favorite part of you straddling her.

Mary goes insane when you turn to her for comfort and safety. That’s why she loves making you as a vulnerable as possible. No one else gets to see this side of you, not if she has anything to say about it. Your writhing moans, cries, and nail marks that you leave all over her body. Mary is the name you’re yelling or whispering during your most exposed moments.

You went from bouncing up and down like a wild animal, taking what’s yours, to surrendering all control to her as she moved away from slow grinds and now rough slams up and down. Your thighs are getting tight around hers now, trying to feel anything but how she feels inside of you.

“Feels good, yeah? This is all I thought about at night in my hotel room. Let me make you feel good now.”

You can feel tears pricking at your eyes. In bed, at her hands, is the only time Mary tolerates you having an innocent cry. Any other time, for any other reason, breaks her heart. It makes her cold knowing that you can feel sadness or hurt. It introduces another side of her that makes you love your fiancé all the more.

But this side, right here right now. The one that’s going back and forth between fast thrusts and slow grinds makes you want to throw your engagement ring across the room.

“Just give it to me, please…”

The hand that made your ass cheeks red just a few minutes ago moves to grip your hair and rip your face away from her neck. She wants you to look at her, while you came undone.

“Look at me, fiancé.”

She’s fucking smirking.

You’re usually vocal and communicative, telling her how good she makes you feel and how her hands work wonders. But you’re lost for words at just how smug she looks after putting you in such a damning position. Minutes ago, you’re trying to move away and now she is getting her way, as expected.

You know what? You were going to make her suffer a bit too.

You pulled your head down into a soft kiss and moaned into her mouth which led her to readjust. The strap hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you and Mary (being oh so attentive to just how violent your hips moved in response) maintained that position so the long awaited orgasm would arrive just a little bit sooner for you.

She tried to pull away from the kiss to catch her breath with her forehead resting on yours, but you smashed your lips right back into her. Biting her bottom lip in the process. Like you said, let’s wind her up a bit too.

“I would’ve orgasmed by now if it was at the hands of-“

She doesn’t let you finish your sentence. You’re getting bratty which means she’s not making you weak enough. Your words are swallowed up instead by the quick hands slapping your ass and rapid thrusts into you cunt.

“Fuck, stop. Mary, oh my god.”

“Stop? You don’t mean that.”

You’re screaming now and your hands are at the sides of her head on the pillow with your face turned to the right and eyes clenched. It’s so much and she’s right which makes it worse. You don’t mean it all.

The hand that has been going back and forth between your ass and face comes back to grab your cheek and turn it to face straight towards her.

“You’ll never be at the hands of anyone else. Don’t say dumb things because you’re too fucked to think straight.”

Shit, that’s getting you off. Her possessiveness always makes you a stuttering mess. You’re closer and with the pace of her thrusts that are absolutely relentless, the orgasm is unavoidable.

“I’m sorry I’m- FUCK. Mary, I’m coming.”

“Louder, get louder.”

You’re able to get a glance at the woman under you and it’s apparent that she’s getting off of your every movement as well. Your noises, your body, your showcase of being a brat even. You chanted out her name even louder as she smiled up at you, continuing to grind her hips inside you in a vile motion whilst you rode out your orgasm.

Everything is suddenly a blur and you think the movements that are still being initiating by Mary are for her more than they are for yourself.

“You okay, love?”

You don’t respond. You face has found her neck once more and now she’s tracing gentle circles on your back. You need a moment because what the fuck. Your legs are still twitching in some moments and just knowing how much Mary will rejoice in it gives you the strength to pick your head back up.

“Why can’t you just be normal?”

She chuckles at that and widens her eyes, almost as if she’s looking at you like you’re being ridiculous.

“Normal? What’s weird about taking care of the sexual fire ignited by my lover?”

“Five, Earps. I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, I think.”

“You’ve taken more.”

“They weren’t that intense back to back,” You roll your eyes playfully and damn those eyes of hers have you losing yourself in them. Post sex and they’re lustful, but also just such a reminder of your Mary at the same time. “You’ll be in the doghouse next time.”

“Oh Mary .. Just give it to me Mary .. my god …”

She’s mocking your noises and words now and you hastily move to get off of her, ignoring the feeling that the removal of the strap does to your cunt. She knows all the buttons to press.

You hear her laugh and her strong hands which you can’t compete with drag you back down on the bed. There she is, showering you with kisses all over your cheeks. Then your forehead, right under your eyes, on your chin. Then lastly, just so softly right on your lips.

“Marry me.”

You smirk and it scares you just how perfect everything feels. “I already am.” You say as you lift your hand with your ring finger having the rock she gifted to you a few weeks ago after you said yes almost immediately when she popped the question.

That makes Mary smile and kiss you once more.

“Why did you say that comment about someone else’s hands? I didn’t like that.”

“I’m sorry. It’s like you said, I was too dazed by you fucking the life out of me, Earps. Needed to give you payback.”

“Okay. But I didn’t like it.”

“Well, I hope not.”

It’s your turn to laugh this time and you give her a comforting kiss on her shoulder to ease the disgusted look on her face. She is without a doubt, picturing you with someone else. You make a mental note of apologizing to her in your naughty way another night.

The moment is followed by silence and you guys are just looking at each other like you’re the only people not in the room, but the world. At least that’s how it feels.

“You’re perfect, baby.”

“Mary…”

“You are.”

“Nothing and nobody is perfect.”

“You’re the closest thing.”

She whispers the last sentence so so softly and your heart is racing fast. She gives you butterflies, makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, and reduces you to putty all within the span of hours? Minutes? You’re ruined. You’re so fucked. The solace is that she’s with you, forever.

“Don’t make me cry.”

“Okay. Give me a kiss.”

You move up to kiss her and it’s the most intimate part of the night. Because it’s after you’ve come undone, after she’s taken care of you. It’s after you’ve clarified that you’re marrying her and there’s no one else for you.

Your fiancé is insufferable. But she’s yours. And you’re hers.

okay WHOEVER this is make fics bc omg

#mary earps x reader #woso x reader #woso

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hanniluvi · 7 months

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( 🎬 ) — KNOW ME ; HEESEUNG SHORT FIC

“ this liquors got me faded, talking crazy ”

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 spending a night with your drunk best friend makes you realize you don’t know them as well as you think you do. because, if you knew him, you would’ve known about his feelings for you.

— PAIRING best-friend!hee x best-friend!fem!reader

— GENRE angst, one sided love (or is it), friends 2 ???

— WARNINGS INSPIRED BY “KNOW ME” BY DPR LIVE, drinking n hee gets drunk (reader doesnt)

— WORD COUNT 0.8K+ ( 863 )

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 hi guys 😊🤍 back on that angst writing grind (i may or may not have lied) bc i love angst !!! anyways i love love love know me by dpr live 😜

Heeseung had a particularly stressful day, prompting him to drown his worries in alcohol during your planned hangout. You've observed his increasing tension over the past few days, leading to the drinking session. Hesitant to pry, you intervened as he reached for another shot, expressing concern about his consumption. "Isn't this your fourth bottle? That seems like quite a lot, don't you think?"

"No, it isn't," he hiccupped, attempting to retrieve the bottle as you evaded his grasp.

"You don't have a high alcohol tolerance, Hee," you chuckled, observing him rest his head on the table. Concerned, you asked, "What's been bothering you lately? Is it work?"

“Do you really think it’s because of work?” Heeseung raised his head, glasses slipping down, purple hair almost covering his eyes. With a flushed face, he maintained intense eye contact. Confused, you responded, "Huh?"

"Do you trust what I say?" he slurred, the effects of alcohol evident in his words.

"Of course I do—why wouldn't I?" you reassured.

"Maybe you shouldn't," he mumbled. Perplexed, you asked, "Hee, what are you saying?"

"How much do you think you know about me?" he posed a sudden question, causing you to pause. “Do you even know me?”

"I think I know a lot. I know of your favorite drink, our favorite show, your ice cream order—everything I should know. What don't I know?" you responded.

"How much I think and stress about you. How I look at you, how I take care of you, how I pay so much attention to you…If you knew me—you’d know that too." he admitted, slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes. Stunned by the unexpected confession, you froze. "I don't... I don't understand what you mean by that."

"I worry about us, mainly I worry about myself. Why? Because you're all I think about," he continued, his honesty cutting through the room. You listened, sensing the urgency of what he needed to let out of his chest.

Heeseung took a deep breath, grappling with the unspoken. Feeling his eyelids droop, he still continues on. "There are things I've never shared, thoughts that consume me. I know we promised to be there for each other when we needed anything, and I'm sorry for breaking it. But, I really couldn't find a way to tell you this. I need you to understand that I've tried my best to ignore these feelings, but I can't."

Opening his eyes, he held your gaze. "I think I like you, YN." The revelation hung in the air, leaving the room charged with unspoken emotions.

“You like me?”

“Yeah. I fell deep. I fell for everything about you–your smile, your jokes, your calmness, everything. You’re practically perfect. Just…just give me a chance you love you right.”

Heeseung's revelation weighed heavily on you, rendering you momentarily speechless. His intense gaze held yours, making it challenging to find the right words. After a gulp, you broke eye contact and finally uttered, "Wow, Hee... I'm at a loss for words. I don’t even know what to say." The room resonated with the gravity of unspoken emotions, and uncertainty hung thick in the air.

"What do you mean?" Heeseung wore a confused expression, not expecting this response. This was not like those sweet drunken confessions—had he perhaps drunk too much? You intervened, cutting through his thoughts.

"I really appreciate that you are being honest with me—and I wish you would’ve told me sooner," you expressed, your eyes slightly glimmering, your stomach tying itself into knots. Was he going to get the answer he yearned for?

"Because?" Heeseung slurred, staring at you, hopeful for those sweet words. A heavy silence descended upon the room, carrying the weight of unspoken feelings and the acknowledgment of a friendship forever altered.

"But Hee, you know I can't love you back," you whispered, the truth hanging heavily in the air.

Heeseung froze. "Oh." The disappointment in his voice echoed through the room, marking the poignant end of a hope that had lingered in the unspoken spaces between you. He was just confused. What did you both know?

Heeseung never wanted to be pushy, but the words eventually spilled out. "Did you…find someone better? Or don’t feel the same way…?" He just wanted closure.

"Heeseung, you're drunk," you frowned slightly, a sad glint in your eyes that couldn't go unnoticed.

"So?" he hiccuped.

"I’ll...I’ll tell you later, yeah? Let’s just get you home." As you were about to get up, Heeseung's shoulders slumped as he sighed, a sense of disappointment and vulnerability washing over him. "I just needed to be honest with you, YN...so why can’t you be honest with me?”

"I'm glad you're honest with me…" you said as you put his coat onto him, watching him look up at you as you did so. “And I can’t tell you right now. You just—you just deserve way better.”

"So you’re telling me that I'll just have to find someone who will love me like I do for you, right?" Heeseung managed a faint smile, though sadness lingered in his eyes. “If that’s what you want.”

"I'm sorry, Heeseung," you apologized, the weight of the moment palpable. Your vision was slightly getting blurrier by the second. "I really am."

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joshym · 1 year

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No Hands

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: Your little game works out exactly in your favor.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) unprotected sex, light dom/sub (roles switch a bit), rough sex, oral & fingering (f receiving), some good fluff.

A/N: I had a thought in my head that I just could not shake, so naturally I had to write it out and, well, here it is lol. I’m a bit nervous as this is my first smut to post here, but I truly hope you all enjoy. <3

Huge thank you to @jakeyt for the beautiful moodboard to accompany my unhinged thoughts, and for being the best editor. <3

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It’s the early evening, the golden glow shining through the windows is casting the house in an alluring warm hue. Josh has been gone most of the day working on the many projects for the upcoming album.

You miss him tremendously. You’re longing to have him near; you’re craving his touch particularly bad tonight. You keep catching yourself thinking about his hands and how well they search your body. They’re so strong and intentional with every touch. It feels like a lightning strike through your body with every graze of his fingertips.

He’s coming home soon and you’re already plotting your scheme.

You start to doll yourself up, putting on little touches of makeup and fixing your hair in a set of effortless curls.

It doesn’t take much to drive Josh crazy for you, but there’s one dress in particular that sets him off every time. In fact, it’s a rule that you aren’t allowed to wear it out in public anymore because he can’t seem to control himself. The dress is tight and quite short, nearly revealing it all every time you move even slightly. The back of it is completely open with the straps crossing in the back tied with a small bow. It’s black and adorned with small white roses. It hugs your body in all the right ways, and it looks really, really good on you.

So, naturally, you eagerly grab the dress that’s tucked away in the back of your closet. You put it on and smile widely at your reflection and instantly think to yourself, ‘he’s going to lose his damn mind.’

Before you know it, you hear the front door unlock. Your stomach is full of butterflies, but you do your best to maintain composure as he walks in. You greet him very nonchalantly, paying no mind to the fact that you’re donning the dress.

“Hi, baby! How did everything go today?”

He’s staring at you with wide eyes, looking at you with pure lust-filled confusion.

“It, uh, it went well, I guess.”

He sets his keys down on the table in the foyer and moves his way across the living room to you, never taking his tired eyes off your body.

“What’s the occasion, my dear?”

He moves closer, grabbing your waist with intensity and pressing his face in the crook of your neck. His lips faintly connect with the skin under your ear. You shudder at his touch but still manage to keep up your façade.

“Oh, this old thing? I just found it in the closet and felt like trying it on. No big deal, really.”

His fingertips tighten around your waist as he moves his lips closer to your ear. His voice becomes low and heavy, deep and hardly above a whisper.

“You know what this little ensemble does to me, sweetheart.”

He attaches his lips to your neck with vigor, causing you to momentarily break character as your body trembles. His hands move down slowly to your thighs to play with the hem of your dress. He starts to move them up under the fabric until you abruptly stop him by grabbing his forearms.

“I want to try something.”

His lips have yet to leave your neck, only stopping to respond to your inquiry.

“Yeah? I’m listening, lovely.”

You want to test him and see how far you can take it. He’s quite handsy, and you love how desperately he needs to touch every part of your body. You know that this will drive him over the edge and make him even more desperate to touch every part of you.

“Go sit on the couch and put your hands behind your back.”

He looks at you curiously with a large smirk gracing his flushed lips.

He takes a seat on the sofa, obeying your command and holding his hands behind him as he leans against the cushion.

You slowly make your way over to him, being sure to make it a bit of a show as you swing your hips. You gradually lift your dress up, ever so slightly revealing your black lace panties before you straddle yourself on his lap. He starts to move his hands to touch you, but you stop him.

“I want to try a ‘no hands’ kind of challenge. You must keep them behind your back while I kiss you, and if you move them, I’ll stop.”

Josh lightly groans and shifts his hips upwards, sending a harsh thrust to your body as you can feel him begin to harden instantly. You’re breathless at the sensation and eager to see how far this little game will take the two of you. A devious grin graces his face, his amber eyes becoming heavy and dark.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to regret this little game. But I’ll play along.”

It’s rare that Josh lets you take control during these fervorous moments between the two of you. He has quite the dominant side to him, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.

You’re infatuated with every part of him, especially the part that takes control and pleasures you in ways you never thought possible.

Sometimes, though, you liked to rile him up, to test his dominant side. Tease him relentlessly until he can’t stand it any longer and really lets you have it.

He knew exactly what you were doing, and he’s ready to give you just what you want.

You start kissing him with intense desire. Your hands cup his face while you explore his hungry mouth with your tongue. You start to move your kisses to his jawline, one of your favorite spots, licking and sucking on the tight skin.

He hasn’t even tried to move his hands yet. Dammit. Time to amp things up.

You start kissing the spot under his ear, licking his earlobe where his silver hoop rests between kisses. You know this drives him mad, and his reaction tells you he’s beginning to lose control.

You decide to turn things up one more notch. You begin moving your body, grinding yourself on his lap. You feel him start to twitch, his breathing becoming labored and staggered.

“Baby…you’re only making this worse for yourself…”

His voice is becoming more sinister, more possessive, more domineering. You feel his arms tense up as he’s fighting the urge to grab you.

You’ve got him right where you want him. Just a bit more taunting and he’ll give it up.

You suck dark marks all over his neck, moving your hands to his hair and lightly pulling. Your movement becomes vigorous against his lap, and you feel yourself starting to tremble at the sensation.

“I don’t think you can keep this up much longer, baby. I can feel how wet you are, you’re shaking. How much longer ‘til you let me take care of you, huh?”

He’s starting to find the loophole in your plan. He’ll get you to give in and give this whole thing up, taking over his place as the one in control.

And fuck, if you didn’t want that so badly.

But you’re not ready to give in. Not yet. You have to see how far he’ll let you go.

“You’re being so good for me, Joshy.”

You manipulate your voice to sound much more composed than you actually are, trying to keep up this semblance of control when in reality you’ve never been more ready for him to ravish you.

You up the ante once more, knowing this will more than likely be what does him in.

You reach down between your bodies and grope him through his khaki shorts, evoking a strong reaction from him.

“That’s it, y/n.”

He moves his hands from behind his back and grabs your waist, flinging you off him and laying you on your back on the couch. It all happened so quickly; you didn’t even have time to retaliate.

He makes up for lost time, maneuvering his hands to every inch of your body with potency. He bunches the fabric of your dress up to your hips, not wanting to waste the time to take it off completely. His fingers dip down to the black lace still covering your soaked pussy.

“Look at that, sweet girl. You’ve got yourself all worked up. What shall we do about that, hm?”

You giggle breathlessly, unable to form words due to the anticipation of what is about to happen.

“Uh uh. Tell me. Tell me what we need to do about it. You did this to yourself, sweetheart. Now use your words and tell me what you want, or I’ll stop.”

The roles have officially reversed. He’s played you with your own game. And you love it.

“I want you to use those incredible hands of yours all over me..”

You meet his lips with a few small pecks.

“..and your mouth..”

The kisses deepen.

“and your cock…”

He’s smirking against your lips as his hands begin to delve into exploring every crevice of your body.

He grabs your neck, squeezing lightly but with enough force to cause your breath to hitch. His other hand has bunched your dress all the way up to your stomach. He traces his fingers down the expanse of your belly, stopping right above the waistband of your panties, then moving to your exposed hip.

The hand on your neck moves down slowly to your chest. He grabs your breast through the fabric still covering it, kneading with his firm fingers and brushing his thumb over your nipple.

His lips travel down to your neck, sucking large love marks in the skin, softly biting and licking in between marking you up.

He pulls off your neck with a ‘pop’ from his mouth. Your skin is soaked from him.

“As much as I want to rip this cute little dress off of you, I think you should keep it on to remember why you’re not allowed to wear it in this first place.”

His hand on your hip moves back to your aching pussy still covered with black lace.

“Oh I think you’ve ruined these, sweetheart. What a shame. I love these on you.”

He pulls your panties all the way down your legs and throws them somewhere on the floor, leaving your wetness fully exposed. His fingers waste no time toying with you, rubbing hard and slow circles over and around your clit. Your body shakes and quivers with each movement of his fingertips.

His middle and ring fingers slide down to push past your entrance and fuck into you with intensity, his palm creating delicious friction against your clit.

His hands are so skilled, so strong; you feel like melting under his every touch. His long fingers immediately hit that place deep inside you that only he knows is there, that can only be reached by his touch.

You’re already so close. A melody of powerful moans escapes you, and you don’t even bother silencing them. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers when they suddenly slow to an agonizing halt. His deep and taunting voice grabs your attention away from his stilled movement.

“Already? You that needy for me, baby?”

His face just barely above yours, his warm breath tickling your skin in the most glorious way.

“Josh please, please don’t stop…I need you so bad..”

“Oh, you sound so pretty when you beg for me.”

His fingers start moving again, picking up their pace and you’re right back to where you were before he stopped.

The waves of pleasure come crashing over you like a tsunami. Your whole body tenses up under his touch, shaking uncontrollably, your back arched completely off the couch, bending to his will to please you. He keeps going, fucking his delectable fingers into you through each pulse and throb of your body.

You’re almost faint at the sensation. Josh pulls his fingers out and brings them up to your lips. You open for him as he places them on your tongue and you suck them in, tasting yourself and moaning at the feeling of them in your mouth.

“That was a big one, yeah? I felt you tighten up so hard around me. You think you can handle more, sweetheart?”

You nod and hum around his fingers that are still tucked away, splayed across your tongue.

“Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

Josh lifts you up on your knees, your elbows resting against the back of the couch. He stands behind you in admiration as you spread yourself for him. He gives a soft slap to your hip, kneeling to the ground at eye level with your throbbing core as his hands grab your thighs.

“You’re so pretty and pink after you’ve been played with, baby.”

He delivers velvet kisses to the backs of your thighs, slowly making his way to where you need his swollen lips the most.

His lips move closer and closer, until he finally lands a deep kiss to your desperately wet pussy.

His tongue laps at you without relent, his lips encompass your swollen clit.

“You feel so fucking good Josh, fu-”

You’re already close again. Your moans are deafening at the slight over stimulation that is nothing but elating.

“J-Josh…please don’t, please don’t stop I’m so close…”

Your body is trembling, barely able to hold yourself steady as your second release washes over you.

He stands up and his face meets your shoulder, feeling your wetness all over his facial hair.

“You taste so sweet, y/n. I could eat you up over and over.”

You’re short of breath, still coming down from your climax.

He leaves kisses on your shoulder as you hear him unzip his shorts.

“Think you can handle my cock, darling?”

“Y-yes, please. I need you inside me so bad.”

He places his head at your entrance. He’s unbelievably hard, and you smile at knowing it’s all because of your pleasure.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you? You gonna cum for me again, hm?”

He’s barely nudging at you. You’re practically pushing yourself against him.

“Joshy please fuck me. I need to feel you, please…”

With that, he slowly pushes into you all the way, filling you completely and perfectly.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so tight, sweet girl.”

He starts thrusting, building up his pace until he’s slamming himself into you.

His hands are moving up and down your body, pushing on your back, grabbing at your hair, holding on to your hip. These hands that you love so much; these hands that turn you on instantly. They’ve not stopped exploring you and pleasing you. You can’t get enough of his fucking hands.

He’s fucking you with so much rough passion and desire. Your body is on fire with pleasure.

He lifts you gently by your hair, bringing your back up to rest against him.

“I’m close baby. Give me one more, yeah? Then I’ll fill you up real good. Just one more for me, need to feel you cum on my cock.”

His fingers sneak down to your clit, rubbing impossibly fast circles.

“I’m gonna cum again, Josh..oh god please don’t stop.”

He’s moaning beautifully in your ear as his peak is almost reached, causing you to let go around him, cumming even harder than either time before.

“Fuck, y/n, that’s it baby. FUCK!”

He finally meets his own release, spilling his warmth inside of you, twitching with each pulse of your body.

You both stay just like this for a few minutes catching your breath and basking in this moment together.

He gently pulls out of you, causing you to slump down on the couch. You’re absolutely spent, having been pleasured beyond all imagination.

He lays down beside you. He faces you and brushes your disheveled hair out of your face, giggling at your fucked out state.

“I didn’t break you, did I?”

You laugh breathlessly, “Not quite.”

“I love you a lot, you know.”

“I love you too, Josh. So damn much.”

He glides his hand over your cheekbones and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, smiling at you.

“I know exactly what you were doing, by the way.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your little ‘no hands’ game. Maybe next time, you’re the one that can’t use your hands. Maybe we tie them behind your back. How does that sound, hm?”

You bite your lip to hold back the smile that is trying to grace your lips at the thought of him taking your game to the next level.

“Sounds great, Joshy. As long as your sexy hands are free the whole time.”

He smiles, knowing just how much his hands drive you crazy.

“Well then, you better keep this dress in a safe place.”

Part 2

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brayneworms · 8 months

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love you (just a little too much) | jolyne cujoh

kinktober day seven: praise kink

word count. 4.6k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, smut, praise kink, cheating (jolyne cheats on her boyfriend with reader lol), reader is kind of scummy, obsession, childhood friends, mentions of drinking, gender-neutral reader, implied unrequited love, sub!jolyne + dom!reader, oral sex (f!recieving), pet names (pretty girl, good girl, angel, princess—all used on jolyne)

♩ serial killer - lana del rey

kinktober mlist | regular mlist

Contrary to popular belief, Jolyne doesn't mind people knowing she's soft.

The others—particularly the ones she met at the prison, like Ermes and Anasui—think that she tries very hard to maintain a tough reputation, that she puts effort into her hard-as-nails routine that scares off the bad guys. And that's not to say it doesn't, but most people tend to assume that this means she spurns being seen as soft, or compassionate, or even girlish.

But you know better.

I mean, obviously you do. You've been at her side since you were both six years old, meeting on the playground of your relatively shitty elementary school. You remember burning asphalt painted with volleyball-court lines, arches cracked with flecks of black stone. You know every part of her, even the parts she maybe wishes you didn't.

And you've been in love with her for far longer. Longer than that waste of oxygen Romeo, longer than Anasui or Ermes. They can make all the assumptions they want, but you know the truth. Jolyne is soft. And she is sweet, and thoughtful, and loyal, and you know there is nothing she loves more than being reminded of it.

You remember the first time you watched her do her own makeup when you were thirteen years old. Sat in her bedroom, the teal walls and pink carpet, and you were too young and lacked too much taste to feel the nausea that the colours would later induce as your eyes grew more sensitive. You sat cross-legged on her bed as Mariah Carey blasted out from the stereo, watching Jolyne's reflection in the mirror. Her big emerald eyes outlined in messy dark liner, lips outlined in green.

Messy, but she liked it. And she whirled around, brandishing a tube you had no name for.

"Nah," you said flatly. "No way."

"It's just mascara, dummy," Jolyne sighed. "It'll make you look pretty."

"No, it won't."

"It made me look pretty."

"That's 'cause you are, dipshit." You pressed your spine flat against the wall, and as you watched, the skin of her cheeked flushed, soft baby-pink.

"You think?" she whispered, looking shyer than you'd ever seen her, and you felt your heart do something funny.

"Yeah. I mean, don't be weird about it." You bit the inside of your cheek. "Jolyne, you're gorgeous."

She made a strangled, squawking sort of noise and chucked the tube of mascara at you. It bounced off your head as you threw your body to the side to avoid it, and when you looked at her in disbelief, her face was scarlet and blotchy.

"You can't just say things like that," she whined, burying her face in her hands. "Although, feel free to say it again, I guess—"

"Idiot." Your own face burned. "You are not doing my makeup."

That was the start of it, you guess.

The start of looking at her differently, of watching her out of the corner of her eye; putting up her hair into a ponytail, applying lip balm with a careful pinky finger. You've been freinds for so long that you're comfortable changing in front of each other (you used to share baths, for fuck's sake), and suddenly you're seventeen and she's stripping off her shirt right in front of you and it's not innocent anymore. It's something else.

Of course, you're not the only one to notice. The way she sort of... glows when she enters a room. Other people do, and that dipshit Romeo with barely two braincells to rub together between the steroids and the peroxide, he managed to catch her eye. This hulking, seething jock who looked at you like you were a piece of shit under his shoe, who called you weirdo behind Jolyne's back (because he knew he'd catch a fist to the face if he ever did it in front of her).

"I know you want to fuck her," he growled one afternoon, after school, senior year. He crowded you against the wall of the locker room whilst you both waited for Jolyne to change out of her volleyball uniform inside.

"You don't even know what you don't know, you fucking prick," you snarled, staring right up into his eyes. Narrow pupils and bloodshot in the sclera.

"I've seen the way you look at her," he whispered. "You're obsessed with her. And I'm warning you, back off."

"Yeah, big boy?" A smile that was almost hysterical tugged at your lips. "Except you don't really want that. 'Cause you know if I left, she'd go right along with me without even looking at you. You're nothing, and you'll be gone soon, and I'll still be here."

Romeo laughed. "You're fuckin' crazy," he said wonderingly. "Are all Jo's friends this insane?"

"No. Not all of them," you said quietly. "But I am. I'm pretty insane. And you're going to ruin her life. I can fucking feel it. One day you're going to ruin her whole life, and I'll be there to pick up the pieces."

"Romeoooo~" The singing voice soared over the thick tension. The two of you barely had time to step apart before Jolyne came sauntering out the locker room, her face alight in a pleased flush. Her eyes widened when she saw you, and she squealed delightedly. "You stayed!"

"I told you I would, dipshit," you said fondly, grinning as she launched at you and pressed a green kiss to your cheek. Over her shoulder, Romeo glowered.

"Wasn't I amazing?" she said cheerily, linking hands with her boyfriend and swinging their joined arms. Her eyes practically sparkled as she stared up at him, lips stretched in a perfect smile.

After a moment, he grunted. "Yeah, babe. Exceptional as always. That's my Jo for you, huh?" A kiss to her temple, and Jolyne squirmed delightedly.

Strictly speaking, you guess—you ruined Romeo's life before he could ruin hers. Not that he knows it. Oh, you want him to know. You want to throw the evidence in his face and make him seethe, all the while knowing there's not a fucking thing he can do about it.

It happens on Jolyne's nineteenth birthday. You hadn't seen much of her in the day, unfortunately—you'd gone for breakfast, which was tradition for the both of you. You drove her to Denny's and your plates were loaded with pancakes, bacon and syrup, drooling sticky piles of sugar that you scooped up eagerly, talking enthusiastically between bites. She was spending most of the day with Romeo—gag—but you'd see her at the party later.

It takes place at your house, actually. Jolyne's mom won't stand for that kind of stuff, and she's gracefully turning the other cheek to the underage drinking because she adores Jolyne. Her dad had sent a card that arrvied two days early, the inscription typically blunt:

Jolyne, Happy birthday. Sorry I couldn't be there. Be responsible and have a good day. Best, Dad.

"Best, Dad," she snorts derisively, tossing the thing dramatically over her shoulder. But she doesn't trash it. She never trashes the stuff from Jotaro. She keeps it all in a silver box under her bed like a shameful secret, and she reads them when she wants to cry but can't get the tears out. "What an asshole."

She goes home for a bit to get ready, and you prep the house for the party. By the time she comes back, hand-in-hand with Romeo, the place is already crowded. Projections of shapes and colours glide lazily over the walls, filming the bassy music that thumps through the mortar.

She looks fucking angelic, weaving her way through the crowds; she gives an excited little skip when she spots you slouched against the wall, halfheartedly entertaining some drunk guy. Jolyne rushes up to you, clasping your hands excitedly in hers.

"This is amazing!" she gushes. "It's all so amazing! Don't you think, Romeo?"

He barely grunts in reply. "Where's the booze?"

Jolyne's smile falters; something hard sets in her jade eyes, the kind of look that has your mouth suddenly dry. "Eh? Why are you being rude?" Her shoulders square, knots of hard muscle. "Y/n put this whole party together for me! This is their house!"

"Yeah, Romeo." An oily smirk slips over your face, unseen to Jolyne. A vein twitches in his temple over his lusterless eyes. "This is my house. How 'bout a little thank you?"

A spasm crosses his ugly face. "Fuck this," he growls, and Jolyne's jaw drops. "I'm sick of this creep trying to make me look bad in front of you. Jo, I'm leaving. Are you coming, or what?"

"You're joking." Jolyne's eyes are round and hard; an angry blush is starting to bleed across her cheekbones. "It's my birthday, Romeo."

"We'll do something," he presses, picking up her small hands hamfistedly; you bite the inside of your cheek at the touch, wondering if he even noticed the nails she got done especially for today, whether he even cared. "C'mon, Jo, I'll take you to dinner. That Italian place."

Jolyne's face screws up. "I don't like Italian food," she says, which is true. She doesn't like cheese or tomatoes much. Her favourite food is dark chocolate, actually, but if you're talking dinner than Thai food is a safe bet. She likes to make out that she can handle more spice than she actually can.

Romeo grows visibly frustrated; you slouch back against the wall, barely blinking, trying to bite back a smirk. "Anything, then. C'mon, Jo, I can't—I won't leave you here with this creep. Can't you see? Can't you fucking see how obsessed they are with you? It's fucking freaky!"

"Get out!" Jolyne screams. "You horrible pig. How dare you talk about them like that?!"

"You're so dumb you can't even see it!" Romeo yells, his voice starting to rise up over the music. Eyes shift, people turn; you can't have that. As much as you enjoy seeing Romeo squirm, this is Jolyne's day, and you won't let some roid-chomping ape ruin it. You slide between them, setting a hand on Romeo's chest and shoving him back—not violently, not really, you can't have Jolyne thinking you're as bad as him—just enough to make some space to breathe.

You're so close to Jolyne, her shoulder touches your back. You can feel her breathing raggedly, taut with fury.

"That's enough," you say, looking Romeo dead in the eye. "I know we don't exactly get along, Romeo, but I was willing to put that aside for Jolyne on her birthday. I'm sorry you weren't."

Romeo's face flushes slowly with purple colour. "You fucking—you—"

"Romeo," Jolyne says harshly. "Leave. I don't want you here."

His jaw clenches. "Fine! Fine. See if I fucking care." He spins on his heel and storms out, and you physically feel the tension in the air thin as the front door slams behind him.

You turn around immediately as everyone else awkwardly buries themselves in cups and conversations again. Jolyne's arms are wrapped around herself, staring at the floor. Genuine sorrow twangs deep inside you—you wonder, hardly for the first time, whether you would be this instigatory if she was with someone who actually deserved her.

A smaller, bitter part of you that you usually try to ignore insists that nobody really deserves her. Not even you. But you'll try your best.

"Hey," you murmur. "You okay?"

"H-how can he be so mean?" Her eyes are big and luminous as she turns them to you, shining with tears. Something deep inside you dies at the sight—Jolyne is rare with her tears. More often her intense emotions manifest as anger. You swallow, glancing around.

"Okay. Come on, let's get out of here," you mutter. You lead her through the crowded hallway and up the stairs, heading for your own room. The music becomes muffled as you shut the door behind you, blaring softly through the floorboards like you've dipped your head underwater. Jolyne sniffles, her eyes already drying; she knuckles at them dispassionately, smearing her carefully-applied eye makeup.

"What a mess... I ruined it all," she says, flopping down on the bed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be stupid, dipshit," you say fiercely. "It's your thickhead boyfriend. God, I can't stand him."

"I know." Jolyne picks miserably at her nails. "Maybe he's not... as perfect as I thought he was. But I love him. I mean, I think I love him? Just not when he's like this."

"He's like this all the time," you deadpan, and Jolyne's lip quivers. You sigh, melting down to sit next to her on the bed.

"I don't know what to do," she sighs. "I thought everything was so perfect, and now..."

"Jolyne." Always her full name. You never presume to shorten it, to chip off even one perfect syllable. Every time Romeo calls her Jo, you feel your bones grate together. Like he can't even be bothered to remember who she is. There are thousands of Jo's. There's only one Jolyne. "You deserve so much better than him."

Her throat flexes when she swallows, glancing up at you between the wisps of her green bangs.

It's funny—you know Jolyne inside and out. Every molecule. And yet you still don't see it coming.

Her lips press against yours for the briefest moment, shy and tentative and they taste like aloe vera. You freeze up completely in shock, not even having the werewithal to blink, and Jolyne rockets back, blushing madly.

She waves her hands frantically. "I—hang on! I'm sorry! I shouldn't... I didn't mean to..." Her voice gears up for a wail. "I'm ruining everythinggg!"

"Jolyne!" You clamp your hands upon her shoulders, your pulse thundering in your ears. "C-calm down. It's okay. You haven't—you haven't ruined anything."

Jolyne's brows draw tight together. "I can't betray Romeo," she says, twiddling her fingers. "But I... I'm so fuckin' sick of feeling like... he never compliments me! Never! And tonight, it was my fucking birthday and he just blew me off! What a pig! I'm so sick of him sometimes, I just want to—to—"

Her soft, cold hands land on your face and she kisses you again, harder this time, with intent, and you feel every cell in your body come alive. You hardly believe it's real, but this time you're not going to waste even a nanosecond not concentrating. Your eyes slip closed and your hands move, dropping from her shoulders; one slides down her arms until it wraps around her waist, drawing her close, feeling her soft, toned body press flush against you. The other cups the back of her neck, cradling her like she's something precious. She is, of course. She's the most precious thing in the whole world.

It's overwhelming; it's everything you've dreamed of for the last six years or so, and even as it's happening it barely feels real. You feel the urgent need to make the most of it before you snap out of this dream, or Jolyne reverts back from the delirium that's cleared seized her. It's your chance, after all—to finally show her what someone like Romeo could never give her.

Your left hand slips unde the hem of her shirt, fanning out over the warm skin beneath, and Jolyne shudders. She pulls back from your lip momentarily, her eyes searching yours so intensely that your heart lurches.

"Isn't this wrong?" she whispers, as though she's truly conflicted.

Your free hand brushes a lock of her from her face. "Does it feel wrong?"

There's a moment of hesitation—you can see her conjure Romeo's face in her mind—and then she shakes her head. "It should feel wrong," she mutters, and your thumb strokes soothingly over the small of her back.

"Jolyne," you murmur, and you watch in shivering euphoria as her body shudders as your voice slips into something lower, rolling over the both of you like hot honey. "Lemme take care of you, okay?"

A painful dark blush melts over Jolyne's pretty cheeks. "This won't ruin anything, will it?" She keeps you pinned for now, not letting you carry on. So bold, your Jolyne. People like Romeo want to stamp it out of her. You can't even imagine it. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

"Jolyne," you groan. "Don't say stuff like that right now."

"Eh? Why?!" Her expression twists. "I'm just trying to make sure—"

"You're kind of having an effect, princess," you grit out. Jolyne stops short, her mouth working soundlessly for a few moments.

"Ha! Am I really?" she gushes, her eyes sparkling. "Let me see!"

"Wh—no!" You swat at her hands, cheeks burning. "Cut it out, dipshit. You'll..." You pause, weighing your words. "You'll see soon enough, anyway."

The smile slips off of Jolyne's face, replaced by nervous anticipation. Your heart beats at the speed of sound, jackrabbiting against your ribcage.

You shake your head, scrub a hand down your face. "Lay down, okay? I said I would take care of you, and I mean it." There's a spot of hesitation on her face before she cautiously scrambles up against the headboard, peering down at you sat at the foot of the bed. You strip off your shoes quickly before clambering on over her, fitting your legs neatly over her waist.

She bites her lip. "Y-you really wanna..."

In answer, you lean forward and tuck your face against her neck, breathing in her perfume. She shivers as you nose at the delicate skin, finally putting your lips on it like you've dreamed of doing, and she's just as receptive as you've always thought she might be, letting out a squeak before her head tilts up, baring her throat to you.

"So cute," you whisper, running your hands up her sides. She's small, but so toned—she works out a lot, and it's a unique kind of torture seeing her in gym clothes, all sweaty with her hair pinned up, heading for the shower. "God, you drive me fucking crazy."

"I—I do?" Her breath is caught, trapped. Her hands push under your clothes and skim over the flesh there, cool and clammy, and you shudder so violently that you inadvertently press yourself against her.

"You have no idea." You mouth at her neck almost frantically, sucking skin between your teeth, laving with your tongue, pinching lightly with your teeth before moving onto the next; dotting lines down her neck, collarbones, putting your teeth over the jut of bone and sucking. Jolyne moans, high and shivery, and the sound makes liquid lightning rush to the place between your thighs.

You curse your own impatience, too hurried to savour her like you really want. You reason that you'll have time, after, later, some indeterminable point in the future as you reach down and hike up her shirt, over her head, flinging it to some distant point in the room. Jolyne stares up at you, unabashed; why would she be? You know every inch of each other's bodies already. You smooth a palm from her sternum to the waistline of her jeans, through the valley between her breasts, and Jolyne groans, eyes fluttering shut. You can see the smokey green makeup painted over her lids, the clumps of mascara caught in the delicate lashes.

The flesh beneath your hand is soft, warm muscle. You happily think that she could break you apart if she wanted—but that's the really incredible thing about your Jolyne. She doesn't. She is capable of great violence, but it's never what she wants to do.

She's so, so special.

"You're so beautiful," you sigh; your pupils are probably heart-shaped by this point. "Oh, god—princess, you have no idea how bad I want you."

Jolyne shudders, pushing her hips up against you and you nearly choke. "Show me," she grunts, a challenge in her eyes. "Show me—please."

"'Course, pretty girl," you murmur, watching the flush climbs down her chest. "Anything for you."

Your hands move to the front of her jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper before you drag them down her thighs. Jolyne perks up and helps you shed them, and they too disappear into the nameless void, where everything but Jolyne ceases to matter even an iota.

Next goes her underwear; she wears boxers a lot, and today is no exception. Emerald-green briefs that you drag down her legs so clumsily that they end up dangling from one ankle. Jolyne sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, face lit up bright red as she watches you knead the flesh on her knees, her thighs. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, the heat in your abdomen almost unbearable—but you can't even think of touching yourself. This isn't about you.

It's all about her.

You push her thighs apart, gently, and only now does some tension coil up in Jolyne's stomach, her breath shaking.

"It's okay," you remind her softly, and press soft kisses to her right knee. "It's me, yeah? You have nothing in the world to hide from me."

Jolyne's whole expression seems to melt into something dreamy, like she's home, and you could weep. A soft smile plucks at her mouth.

"You're right," she says, swallowing hard.

"'Course I am, pretty girl," you say lazily, skimming your lips against her inner thigh, a hint of teeth just to hear her gasp. "'Cause I know you, yeah? Better than anyone."

"Y-yeah," Jolyne whimpers, and your eyes practically roll back into your head at how wrecked she sounds already.

You prop your face on her inner thigh, gazing up at her dreamily. "Want me to make you feel good, angel?"

"W-well, obviously," she grunts, squirming her hips. You use your free hand to pin her down.

"Say it," you can't help but poke, watching as her blush darkens. "Say, I want you to make me feel good."

Jolyne glowers. "Eh... you're the worst kind of pervert, aren't you? How didn't I guess..." She throws an arm over her eyes. "I want you to make me feel good. Dummy."

Something intense and hot rolls over you as the words leave her mouth, and without another moment of hesitation you grab her leg, wrapping your fingers around one slim ankle and pulling it up so it bends. "Can you hold that there for me?"

Wide eyed and mouth agape, Jolyene reaches for her own leg to hold up, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.

"What a good girl," you murmur, and Jolyne squeaks again; her fingers dig into the fat of her own leg, and she stares at you like she's hardly seen you before. There's something gratifying in that disbelief; proof that you're not the awkward thirteen-year-old you've feared she's always seen as you as. You're her equal, her soulmate, and you're both all grown up, now.

Some more than others.

You press your lips to her cunt and she moans, fingers scrabbling desperately to retain a hold of her leg. There's a soft dark thatch of hair that tickles just slightly as you shuffle down between her legs, using your fingers to spread her open. She's wet, and your mouth fills with saliva as you dive in, burying your head between her thighs. With her free hand, you hear her clap her fingers over her mouth to stifle the shriek she lets out at the contact.

The moment your tongue makes contact you know you're lost. Your eyes slide shut as your mouth works at her, feeling her hands slide into your hair and grip, hard, hard enough to remember that it's real. And that notion sends a whole new delirium rushing through you, until you feel literally high, drunk on Jolyne, your perfect girl and her perfect body. She tastes so good, practically addictive, and when her thighs tremble and squeeze around your head you think there would be no better way to die in the world.

She's saying something—choked, hoarse gasps of your name. You pop off her clit with a lingering suck, gazing up at her with a smile you can't quite remember to dial back. Jolyne's pupils are blown wide and dark, barely a ring of green surrounding them.

"It—it's so..." She squirms. "Please keep going."

"No worries on that front, angel," you murmur, sliding your hands under her thighs and pulling her even closer. "I'm gonna make you come for me, yeah?"

A hard shudder wracks her body. She never—it's so strange to hear such filth spill from your lips so easily. You're barely comparable to the friend she's known almost her whole life.

And yet—you are. This could be nobody but you. She doesn't know how she didn't see it before.

You dive back between her legs with unparalleled vigour, and Jolyne's head spins frantically. She's never felt anything like this. Romeo went down on her once in a blue moon, and before that had only been awkward teenage fumblings, sticky and awkward, never this—this worship. It's honestly the best word she can come up with for it. You look like if someone tried to pry you away from her right now you'd kill them without a thought.

The thought shouldn't make her shiver in pleased delight—and yet here we are.

Your tongue rolls over her clit, glides between her folds, presses in, and loops all over again until her hands are fisted in your hair and she's crying out against the muted blaring of the music.

"Fuck, fuck," she curses, blinking hard to try and stay focused. "Gonna come, I'm gonna c-come—"

"I got you," you moan against her, the vibrations sending a whole new set of jitters up her spine. "My girl, my good girl, c'mon, give it to me, I need it, fuck, I need you to come for me—"

Your lips latch onto her clit and suck once, harshly, and Jolyne comes so hard she feels her body separate from herself. Seeing stars has always felt like a dumb expression, but she swears white rockets across her vision, tears it open to perfect clarity. Her thighs clamp down on your head, hips rocking up against you as she shudders and moans through it, and all the while you keep your fingers on her, stroking slow and soft until she twitches from overstimulation. Her foot kicks out on instinct, catching on your shoulder.

She comes back to herself when she hears you wince. "Sorry," she says hoarsely. You just roll your eyes fondly and tap her ankle away.

You flop against her as she attempts to pick her breath back up. She can feel her own release dripping down her thighs and she looks at you, unexpectedly shy. It's surreal, but—but even as reality sets in cold as stone, she cannot quite bring herself to feel guilty.

You press a lazy kiss to the size of her bared breast, making her flinch in surprise. "Heh. You animal."

"Yeah," you agree readily, your voice hoarse with want. "For you, yeah."

Jolyne's eyes flutter. She doesn't quite know what to say to that, to any of this. Instead she swallows, looks around to try and get her surroundings. Your bedroom is intimately familiar—the dark walls, the posters, the fishtank and blinds and assortment of blue stringlights and lamps. Your room has always kinda felt like being inside an aquarium.

A lump settles in her throat. She's grown up here. You both had.

And though she knows she should get dressed and find her phone, although she knows she should call Romeo and try to cover up the hickies dotted haphazardly all over her throat, she can't quite bring herself to do it. Any of it. Because you'd made her feel more loved in twenty minutes than Romeo had in months.

So she curls back up next to you, jamming her head aginst your heart. She feels your breath hitch at the contact and squirms delightedly.

"J-Jolyne?" you say weakly.

"Shut up, dummy," she says as matter-of-factly as she can manage. "I wanna sleep."

"...Okay, angel." Your voice is soft, soothing. "Anything for you."

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basu-shokikita · 5 months

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do you have any headcanons for old men yaoi skwistok?

FUCK YES OH MY GOD. Actual old men yaoi Skwistok the beloved

Based on the fact that Skwisgaar didn't visibly age from the earlyklok days until now, I figure he would age really gracefully. Like, he'd be well on his 50's and seem a decade younger at least. A total silver fox. Luscious silver hair, perfectly maintained 5 o'clock shadow, eye wrinkles...he drives girls crazy still! But he's taken, sorry, ladies.

Toki isn't as lucky, but he's still hanging. His hair has thinned out and his hairline has receeded some, but he wears it in a ponytail now so it's all good. At some point he let the kitty whiskers grow and now he displays a fluffy little beard. His muscles aren't as prominent anymore but they're still pretty noticeable, so he's up there on the dream sugar daddies list.

When it comes to their personalities, they've definitely mellowed out. Skwisgaar had a middle aged crisis when he stopped being the fastest guitar player in the world. It wasn't easy whatsoever, but it made him change his approach on life. He doesn't need to be the very best to love himself. Shocking exactly 0 people, Toki didn't love him any less for it, so Skwisgaar actually lives calmer knowing their relationship wasn't defined by his success.

They've been together for decades now, and they're not as obnoxiously all over each other as they were when younger, but there's a certain 'one whole entity' vibe that people get when they're around them. Like two magnets and a force field that puts space between the rest of the world and them. Oh, yeah, they mostly speak to each other in norwegian/swedish now, only saving for english for when they have to talk to others.

Dethklok is far from being the most popular band in the world these days, which gives them more free time to spend with each other. When they're not working on their side project, they go on trips all over the world. They're particularly biased about landscapes, though. Toki opened a chain of cat shelters in many different countries and he likes to visit them from time to time. Of course, he takes Skwisgaar with him.

There's rumors about them having a secret wedding at some mysterious spot in Scandinavia many years ago but they always avoid the question when it comes up on interviews. Despite having matching rings. Legal registers say they bought a cabin there, also.

#asks #metalocalypse #skwistok #this is all awfully domestic but i'm happy to elaborate more on a specific topic if you'd like!#they're old and still madly in love....

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gretavanfleetposts · 7 months

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Fire in the Water: Chapter Eight

Summary: You had thought dating a vampire would be the most complicated thing you'd ever done. But as it turns out, becoming one is even more complicated. The boys are determined to make your transformation as smooth as possible while each fighting to maintain the relationships they once had and those they now lust for. Author's Note: As always, I'd like to thank the lovely @gretasmokerising and @earthlysorrows for everything Content Warnings: swearing, alcohol, physical fighting, talk of blood, blood drinking, threesome, oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (18+ minors do not interact) Word Count: 11k

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“We’re lucky you don’t have laser eyes like superman or something.”

Danny's voice startled you where you were standing in the kitchen watching Jake's guest house intently. You'd been watching for any sign of movement, any sign of life other than his own. You knew he hadn't been particularly happy about the day you'd spent with Sam by the cliffs, not that he had said anything about it. But the look on his face aimed at his brother when you'd returned had said it all. And you knew Jake too well to think he wouldn't try and get back at you. You almost couldn't blame him. It's what you would have done.

Maybe that was the cause of your worry.

“Watching for movement,” you explained without even a glance in his direction.

“There’s no way he’s got someone in there this late in the game.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you might be doing a fine job of resisting him but I don’t think the same applies the other way around.”

You let out a deep sigh, only letting your eyes flicker over to Danny's for a fraction of a second.

“He sure is keeping his distance,” you muttered.

Danny couldn't contain his laughter as he moved to stand behind you, flattening his palms against the counter on either side of yours and leaning in to speak against your ear.

“Well, not to insert myself into your business but I do believe you were upset when he was not keeping his distance.”

You were once again thankful no one could hear the thoughts that his proximity sent floating around in your mind.

“Don’t use logic against me. Don’t you know I’m an emotional nightmare?”

“Well if you're such an emotional nightmare, unfortunately I think he is the one to be able to fix that.”

You scoffed at the idea. Jake was just as vindictive as you were and he was beginning to show you just how much fun he was having with the whole situation. Fun at your expense.

“Yeah, the one using my jealousy against me for his own entertainment. Great.”

Danny's hands inched closer to yours on the countertop, his face turning inward a little more to catch your profile as he spoke in the sultriest voice he could.

“It’s like heroin to him. He feels everything you do except stronger, like it’s radiating in on itself. He can feel it coursing through you, through himself, and it just sort of builds. The good stuff ends up being euphoric.” And then he smiled against your ear and took on his more normal intonation. “Plus he's just kind of an asshole.”

“He is an asshole,” you agreed in a voice barely above a whisper, cracking at the start like your mouth had run dry.

It earned another beautiful laugh from Danny who turned his gaze downward to watch the sinful path his hands were about to make.

“All I’m saying is…” He ran his fingertips lightly over the backs of your hands, tracing them upward to reach your elbows and drawing long lines up your biceps with a feather-like touch. “Every little tingle, every little buzz, every little ounce of something you feel, he feels it everywhere.”

If you had forgotten just how much pent up energy you'd accumulated over the last month, Danny was there to remind you of it.

“So what you should be doing,” he continued like his fingers along your skin, working up over your shoulders until his left hand snaked around the back of your neck and tangled itself into your hair at the nape of your neck, “is making him feel exactly what you want him to feel rather than the other way around.”

You hadn't even realized your body was pushing into his until he tightened his hold on your hair and a shameless whimper tumbled out of your throat.

“You know,” you huffed with a breathy chuckle, “that might be the smartest thing anyone in this house has said since I turned.”

“That’s why they keep me around,” Danny smiled.

“No, that’s why I keep you around.”

Danny didn't move when he heard Adele's voice. Didn't even flinch where he stood with his erection pressed to your ass. It reminded you of something Josh had once said about vampires and morals. They were loose, it seemed.

"Sweetheart…" Danny started with his lips ghosting over your neck, "we were thinking maybe it's time to make Jake a little jealous."

To your surprise, you could already hear the smile in Adele's voice.

"I think that is an excellent idea. Are you going to do it by the window, too? Make him watch?"

You turned out of Danny's grasp to face Adele, crossing the kitchen in stride. And as you passed her, you took her hand in yours, spinning her as you went.

"Surely we can be loud enough," you muttered.

Danny followed behind you both as you led Adele into their shared bedroom, only turning back to face her once you reached the edge of the bed. And although you had suddenly felt nerves bubble up in your chest as she stared at you, in all her beauty, those nerves didn't last long before her mouth was against yours, hungry and fast and putting your mind at ease.

Danny sauntered across the room while he watched her tongue slip past your teeth and explore your mouth. He watched carefully as her fingers pulled your hips into hers and as you threw your arms over her shoulders to feel more of her against you. He was committing it to memory with his watchful gaze. You, on the other hand, were committing it to memory with your tongue.

When he reached you both, Adele pulled away to drop to her knees before you, giving Danny the space to slot his body around her and capture your mouth against his. He was rougher than she was. She commanded with her tongue, pressing forward like she wanted to explore your entire body with that alone. But Danny commanded with his hands, working them up into your hair and giving a hard tug to angle your face up toward him better. He moved you with his hands, and you were happily malleable between them, like you'd been caught in a rip tide that you were eager to let carry you along its formidable journey.

On her knees before you, Adele's fingers skirted up your clothed legs, teasing you through the fabric and reveling in the way your muscles twitched and tensed beneath her talented fingers. You had to give her more credit; she matched her beauty with ability. Actually, they didn't seem to be lacking in anything as a couple. And if Danny hadn't had his tongue in your mouth and Adele hadn't been kissing her way down the soft skin of your stomach as she dragged the material of your leggings down your thighs, you might have even been self-conscious that you could never compete with them.

But truthfully, not a thought existed in your head, of either your own inadequacy or your plans to make Jake jealous. Every tangible thought you might have formed evaporated the moment Adele's tongue slipped from her parted lips and dragged a line down your stomach over your pussy still shielded by too much fabric.

Danny's hands held your hair tight enough to yank your face roughly away from his to command you in a low growl. “Tell her what you want, sweetheart. She's good at doing what she's told.”

He smirked while he watched your throat bob with a gulp as you worked up the ability to speak.

“P-please lick me, use your tongue on me,” you stuttered, your eyes locked to Danny's.

He looked like he pitied you, like he'd been a slave to Adele's tongue many more times than once. But thankfully, he was right. She didn't have to be told twice.

She mumbled out a raspy, “Yes, ma'am”, and yanked your leggings along with your panties to their resting spot about your thighs. Without another word, she licked a long stripe between your lips up to your clit where she gave it a mean flick, one that caused your body to jolt in Danny's hands.

He tutted his tongue and shushed you softly, one hand still holding your hair with a frightening grip while the other pet your cheek like you were some pathetic creature who needed to be soothed through your release. And it only got you wetter.

“If you want more, just ask,” he smiled. “She's a bit of a tease.”

Adele hummed in agreement against the skin of your thighs that she had busied herself kissing around, nipping here and there just to feel you jolt again. It brought a wicked smile to her face each time.

“More, Adele, I need more.” It was another pitiful whine, not that you really cared how it sounded. But as you urged her to bring her tongue to you again, Danny nodded alongside you, furrowing his brows like he was mocking your desperation.

“Our little dracula needs more, Adele. Don't you hear how needy she is? Don't you want to take pity on her?”

She hummed again, sinking her long nails into your flesh as she dove in between your legs. This time, when she drew that same line along your slit and stopped at your clit, she began to draw lazy circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, letting her tongue lie flat against your skin to be as gentle as possible.

“Oh fuck,” you felt your body go limp in Danny's hands, his grip in your hair practically the only thing keeping you upright.

“Ooh, I think she likes that,” he smiled wide. “She's good with her tongue, isn't she?”

Your eyes rolled back as she worked her tongue faster against your clit, lapping at it like you were her last meal. You could hear the sound of moisture growing with each flick of her tongue, too, like some lewd church bell signaling the state of your body and the height of your pleasure.

Adele was eager, too. You'd seen that eagerness launched at Danny practically every waking moment they spent at one another's side. But now that that eagerness was turned toward you and her nails threatened to break skin against your thighs with the force she used to keep you still against her mouth, you had a new appreciation for it.

Fuck, they were good together.

Danny's hands abandoned your body for only a moment, long enough for you to catch a glimpse of the sight unfolding beneath you. Adele had her knees spread far apart, enough to allow her to grind her own aching entrance against the floor. And just watching her that way, desperate for any friction she could manage, you wanted to pull her to her feet and drop to your own knees to worship her instead. But Danny seemed to have other plans. In fact, they both seemed keen to keep you at the center of attention. And who were you to argue with that?

Danny situated himself behind you, meeting Adele's force which threatened to push you backward to fit you snugly between the two of them. This time, his hand wrapped around your throat to pull your head backward, enough for you to stare up at him.

“Spread your legs a little farther for me, sweetheart,” he urged, tapping the outside of your thigh with his free hand.

Adele helped you spread your feet wider, pulling your clothes down to your ankles to help with your range of motion. But once you were situated how Danny wanted you, she continued her assault against you and you moaned loudly, arching back against Danny's body. But that moan turned into a gasp when you felt his fingers slip between your legs, wetting themselves on the slick you and Adele both left behind, and parting your lips easily.

You tensed against him in anticipation, afraid any movement on your part would deter him from sliding those thick, long fingers inside of you. But Danny was smart. He could tell what you were doing by just the feeling alone.

“Oh, don't worry your pretty little self over it,” he whispered against the shell of your ear as he tightened his grip around your throat. “I'm much nicer than Jake. Way less stupid, too.”

In your haze of pleasure that they had carefully crafted for you, you'd forgotten that this had all been a plan to rile Jake up. And when Danny pushed his fingers inside of you, curling them in time with Adele's cadence against your clit, flicking and rolling the bud along her tongue while Danny made use of how wet she was getting you, you suddenly hoped Jake would at least have the decency to wait until you were done to burst through the door.

"Oh fuck," you gasped at the sensations, beginning to overpower your mind and your body.

However talented Adele was with her tongue, Danny matched that with his fingers, expertly curling them to press that fleshy spot inside of you. And once he found it, he never relented, thrusting his fingers in and out quickly and yet finding it every time.

"So fucking wet for us," Danny mused at the slick sounds his hand was working up into the air as he moved. "All of this just to make him jealous, huh?"

"N-no," you breathed, "not just to make him jealous."

Danny liked that. You could tell by the way he growled in your ear and gripped your throat even tighter. If you had been human, your air supply would have been long gone. But as a vampire, you relished in it and willed his hand to form an even stronger hold on you.

Adele seemed to like it too, moaning loudly against your cunt and working up an even faster rhythm with her own hips.

“I th-think she needs us,” you choked out to Danny, still standing tall behind you.

At your words, he peered over your shoulder and glanced downward at his other half. And when he saw the state she was in, he gave her a ‘tsk’ with his tongue and shook his head.

“Poor thing,” he said in a low voice. It was almost evil the way his fingers never even slowed inside of you. “I think you’re right. But she's going to have to wait until you soak her face if she wants some relief.”

If Jake couldn't feel what was happening by now, you were certain he was with someone else, focused entirely on her. He would have had to have been preoccupied to miss the way you arched harder against Danny at his words, working your hand up into his curls just for something to grab onto while his fingers fucked in and out of you. He would have had to have been preoccupied to miss the way Adele moaned loudly between your legs, focusing now on flicking your clit over and over and over, like each flick might have been the one to light the match that would burn the whole house down. He would have had to be entirely on another planet to miss the way your body suddenly barreled toward your release at the hands of them both.

“That's it, sweetheart, give it to us,” Danny growled against your ear. “I want to feel you clench around my fingers when she makes you cum.”

“So…fucking close, don't-”

“She's so pretty humping the floor like that. I know you want to taste her too. Give in and she's all yours. We're all yours.”

It was the sound Adele made between your legs that undid you, like she herself had released there against the floor. You felt the snap inside your body and a wet release of your own between your legs as you soaked Danny's fingers and Adele's face.

It hit you hard, a loud noise clawing its way through your throat that Danny was still restricting with his hand. But his digits still worked you through it, guiding you gently through the waves as they crashed over you and waned to a mere lapping at your shoreline.

And as you came down, for once you thanked your lucky stars that you hadn't been interrupted in the middle of your much-needed orgasm.

When he felt certain you could stand on your own, Danny pulled his fingers from you and released your throat, using that binding hand to pull Adele by her long brown hair up to her feet in front of you. And when she met your eyes, you saw just how lust-filled and desperate she was.

She leaned into your ear opposite the one Danny had chosen, whispering against you as her fingers lingered on your body, tracing invisible lines like constellations on your skin.

“You taste like heaven.”

You swore it incited a blush to rise to your cheeks.

“What do you think?” Danny asked in your other ear. “Do you think she deserves us?”

You nodded fervently. Adele deserved the fucking world given what she had just done to you.

“Absolutely,” you breathed in a post-high haze.

“The only question is: who gets my cock first?”

“She should have it so she knows what she’s missing,” Adele smiled, trailing her knuckle down your cheek with a look in her eye that almost did you in again right there.

“Maybe I wanted to watch you take it.” Your voice was uneven but that didn't seem to matter. Adele's smile grew despite it.

“Maybe you could both share,” Danny suggested, the clear winner when you and Adele exchanged an eager glance between you.

But then you heard it: the interruption you'd been long expecting. The interruption you had even hoped for before clothing had been removed and hands had begun to wander.

“Didn’t realize we were sharing.” Jake stood in the doorway, never averting his eyes from the scene that lay before him.

And by the look on his face alone, you could tell he was fuming.

“Uh oh,” Adele whispered to herself with a smile before retreating from your body and throwing herself back onto her and Danny's bed.

Danny was kind enough to help you fix your clothes as he met Jake's eyes. God, he didn't even seem ashamed of himself.

“We were just about to invite you-” he started before Jake quickly cut him off.

“Save it.”

It was all he said before turning to leave. But before he went, his eyes sent you a very dangerous message, one that told you if you were to stay in that room and finish what you had started, there would be problems. And for some reason, it only served to make you suddenly angry.

“Go get him, tiger.” Danny slapped your ass hard before your feet could move to follow Jake out the door.

When your feet finally did catch up with your mind, decidedly certain that it was in your best interest to follow Jake, you could already hear Danny pouncing on Adele who giggled under his weight, both of them eager to continue on with what they'd only just begun.

You followed Jake's footsteps out to the greenhouse, reveling in what you had done as you went.

He crossed to the other side of the small glass house before turning sharply toward you, anger seeping into his features in a way you hadn’t quite seen before. It seemed to drag his skin down, sink in his eyes a bit farther. It made him look just as dangerous as he was.

"What the fuck was that?" he growled.

"That was me having fun that you interrupted,” you fired back.

It was easy to match his energy with your own anger which flowed freely and hot through your body like molten lava.

He stepped toward you with an accusatory finger, this time pointing at you the way you had him so many times before. “Are you seriously trying to make me jealous?”

“Why? Is it working?”

He took another step to close the space that separated you, speaking in a much quieter voice that hardly softened his anger.

“I’m not allowed to touch Adele but she gets to touch you? Tell me how that’s fair.”

Your eyes narrowed at him and you spoke through gritted teeth. “You touch everyone.”

You could see the visible tightening of his jaw as he clenched his teeth hard together, looking as though he were contemplating whether to tell you the truth or not. But after only a moment of silence, he relented.

“I touch them because it’s easier.”

“Easier than what?”

He gave you an annoyed shake of his head before finally exploding.

“Than feeling everything all at once! With sex I can tune everything else out and focus on just that. It’s easier for me.”

You studied him as you committed his words to memory. Easier. There was nothing easy about this, maybe because you hadn’t let him touch you as freely as he was used to. That seemed to be the implication and it suddenly made you wonder what he was tuning out by touching you. For you, there was no escape. His touch ignited within you desires you wished you could quell. You would become a slave to it before long. Maybe he was faring better.

“Is that why you touched me the other night?”

You saw the shift at your accusation, the staunch anger that suddenly melted from his face and wept its way into frustration.

“No, it isn’t,” he said flatly, thoroughly unamused and unwilling to even entertain such a notion.

But you weren't certain you were so convinced. The waters were already so muddy, you weren't sure what was real or not, what was a product of the soul tie and what wasn't, which pieces of his many words were the truth and which weren't. And the confusion you felt manifested itself in the narrowing of your eyes. But despite your otherwise silence, Jake shook his head again, an angry, exasperated smile taking shape on his lips as he chuckled darkly.

You were pushing him to the limits of his self-restraint, that much remained clear.

“What do I have to do to get you to trust me? I feel the way you feel about me; I know something is there. I just don’t know how to make you see that I’m not doing anything just for my benefit-”

“I don't believe you.” You couldn't even help it as it slipped out of your mouth, powerless to stop it and prevent him from hearing it.

He looked like he wanted to take a page from your book and leap at you now.

“No, of course you don't,” he said with a single raise of his eyebrow and a suddenly quiet tone that marked danger better than anything more violent. “You don't see any good in me or this situation. You're off with Sam rather than even trying-”

“Sam has nothing to do with this,” you stopped him quickly.

“Sam has everything to do with this!”

You couldn't even argue as you stood there, silently, trying to think of something to say, anything to say. But nothing seemed convincing.

Jake took another step forward and suddenly his eyes were pleading with you.

“I don't know what he told you about his little theories but even he doesn't really believe that shit. He just tells himself that stuff to cope.”

“Don't say that about him-” you whispered, a sound that was quickly cut off by Jake continuing on his path of destruction.

“It's the truth. And I love him, I don't want him to hurt, but he has his own baggage. He is hardly a voice of reason in all of this.”

“Just stop!” You screamed this time. You felt like that memory of Danny, huddled in the corner hearing things you didn't want to hear.

“You feel like no one tells you anything so I'm telling you this now. I mean, he left so angry last night-”

“What do you mean he left?”

You could feel the panic set in even before Jake explained. Had you lost yet another brother? Did it count as a loss if you had been the one to push him away, unbeknownst to you as it was? He hadn't even said goodbye.

“We got into an argument and he left.”

You felt almost dizzy as you thought about your days with Sam coming to an end. It started as a numbing in your fingertips and worked its way up through your body until it reached your eyes, fighting to see past the spin it had put in your field of vision.

“Left where?” you croaked.

“I don’t know,” Jake shook his head.

Your ears went almost silent except for a ringing sound that echoed loudly through the muffled quiet that was beginning to make you feel hot.

“For how long?”

Jake sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. “I don’t know.”

“Bullshit, you don’t know!” you suddenly screamed through the hazy noise ringing in your ears.

It snapped Jake back to you, back to his exhaustion.

“I would tell you if I did-” he made an attempt to promise, although if you had been paying attention, you would have seen what he now saw. You were gone.

“Why would he leave me?” you screamed at him in disbelief. “Where would he go?”

“He’s probably at the high council right now telling them what I did just to get back at me.”

“Don't say that! He would never do that!”

Your fight reached your hands finally and with both palms planted on his chest, you shoved him hard, working up your primal urge to inflict upon him immeasurable pain from both the outside in and the inside out. But it only sent him backward a few steps. You tried again, using all your force against him, and when that didn't work, you switched to beating your hands against his chest instead. But you could barely create more than a fizzle of energy. Barely a spark, only enough to give him a headache he could cure instantly. That was all you could conjure up.

Between dizzying tears that you hadn't even realized had wet your face and shakiness from your anger and exertion, you stared down at your hands in confusion.

“Wha-why can't I hurt you?”

“It's because we-”

“Shut up! Just shut up! Get out!”

He never got another word out before he left with a disheartened look on his face, abandoning you only because you had begged for him to.

And in his absence, with no one else to fight, you turned your anger on the plants and the strung golden stars and the lights that adorned the greenhouse, smashing and breaking what you could before falling into a heap of misery on the floor alongside the remnants of your rage.

And you thought of Sam beneath the ocean, this time swept away from you with the tides that were destined to keep you apart.

—

You sat amongst the rubble for god knows how long, your body slumped between two tables while you fiddled with a star that had been torn in half, straight down the middle.

You had watched the sun set around you, watched the lights bouncing off your skin and the glass around you dwindle down until only an amber glow remained. You felt weak. You felt tired. You felt drained. You didn't have much more fight left in you and now, you felt you didn't have many options left either.

Even so, you were surprised to see Jake appear before you again, braving the aftermath of what you had done, and what you had tried to do, to kneel in front of you.

“Oh great, you’re back,” you sniffled.

The tears had never actually stopped. Even hours later, there was still a constant stream wetting your face. Although now they came and fell silently.

“I came to make peace,” he said, taking the star from your fingers and running his thumb delicately along the torn edge.

It wasn't just the loss you felt. There was guilt there too. You felt it even stronger as you watched his fingers carefully curl around the broken star. You had destroyed everything Sam had ever given you and now the only memories that remained were broken ones.

You turned your face downward into your knees at the thought of what you had done in your anger, sobbing gently into the fabric of your pants.

“Can I touch you?” Jake asked in a quiet voice.

You answered with a nod and nothing more, one mostly obscured by the position of your face against your knees. But soon after, you felt his arms pull you into an embrace, wrapping around your body where you sat on the floor and drawing you in close to his chest. And if you hadn't been frustrated before, you certainly were now because that touch? Jake's touch? It soothed you instantly.

You knew your fate was becoming harder to resist but his touch now felt unlike anything you'd ever experienced. Now that you weren't fighting it so hard, you could feel it like puzzle pieces clicking together. His presence alone made you feel whole.

With his hands, he lifted your face from its place buried into his chest and wiped the tears from your eyes with the pads of his thumbs. The anger and frustration and exhaustion from earlier was nowhere to be found on his face. And neither was his usual smugness, for that matter. In its place you found only the warmth of his chocolate brown eyes and a delicate smile that teased up his features.

“I do have a surprise for you, if you're up for it.”

“Not another club outing, I hope,” you sniffed.

He gave you a soft laugh back. “No, not another club outing. Something a little closer to home.”

You sniffled again, in a tragic state really, and wiped at your eyes to dry them more thoroughly with the back of your hand.

“Do I have time to shower?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “You can use mine.”

Jake had already laid out clothes for you when you emerged from a steamy shower, a simple tiered black dress that looked perfectly fit for a birthday party or something of the likes. It seemed almost too frilly for Jake's tastes alone, although it fit like a glove and flattered you well. Maybe Adele had had a hand in picking it out.

You opened the door to his bathroom to see him standing across the room wearing his worn black velvet vest again, this time with a heavy bundle of what you assumed was faux silver pendants on his bare chest, accentuating the smooth expanse of lightly tanned skin that sat beneath. But his expression looked nervous, that was, until he caught sight of you standing in the bathroom doorway.

He seemed to inhale almost silently and you noted there was no exhale that followed. You felt like a flattered schoolgirl, heart leaping in her chest at the evidence that her silly little crush liked her back.

“What’s the big surprise?” you asked from where you stood.

His gaze lingered on you a little longer before he registered what you had asked, straightening and bringing his eyes back up to yours.

“I invited your friends over for a party at the house.”

You weren't sure you’d heard him right.

“My friends don’t even live here.”

“Had them flown out. Danny and Adele should be back from the airport with them any minute now.”

You stood there staring at him, speechless as the lump in your throat grew.

God, you had shed more tears over the past month than you had maybe over the course of your entire life, even with the grief you had lived with. At least this was more than worthy of your tears.

“Why?” you asked, fighting to hold yourself together. You had just done your makeup, damn it.

“Well, now that you’re immortal, this will probably be one of the last times you can see them. They’ll age and change, but you’ll stay the same. It’s best to cut ties early before they start to question things but it’s important you’re able to say goodbye the right way.”

“How did you know about my friends?”

“Sam told me a while ago about the picture he’d unpacked from your things. I tracked them down not long after.”

The tears welled up in your eyes finally but Jake crossed to you quickly to dry them once more with his thumbs, careful not to ruin the makeup you had just applied.

“I can barely even feel you,” he whispered. “Are those happy tears or sad tears?”

“Both,” you laughed, an almost broken sound when mixed with your tears.

“Both,” he repeated almost silently, pressing his forehead to yours.

He brought his lips to your face but instead of pressing them to your own, he let them brush over the spot just under your eye where your tears had collected, one and then the other. And you gasped at the touch, as delicate as it was with his plump lips upon your skin and his hands holding your face so gently, like you were glass between his fingers and he worried he didn't know his own strength.

When his face fell, it brought his mouth mere centimeters from yours, his lips parted to match your own and the beating of your bodies suddenly in sync. And you would have closed the space if he had let you, but he spoke instead, letting out the breath he had been holding.

“Better not keep them waiting. Especially not with those two.”

He barely looked like he meant it. In fact, if the company was anyone else, you felt certain that he and you would be perfectly content to stay there, locked away from the rest of the world in favor of each other. But you had lost too much, and far too violently, to forgo the opportunity he had gone out of his way to give you. So instead of starting something you didn't have the time to finish, you gave him a silent nod, and he led you hand-in-hand into the house.

—

Seeing your friends again undeniably brought up feelings from the past that you had thought were long forgotten. And seeing people from your past, people you'd never be able to see again, brought up feelings you hadn't yet faced. But Jake stood at your side through the entirety of it, shaking hands and introducing himself, making jokes, mixing drinks, and not a flirtation in sight.

Danny and Adele were on their best behavior, too. Although, the girls you had surrounded yourself with in your college and young adult years certainly enjoyed watching their less-than-appropriate antics with one another.

Your only regret was that Josh wasn't there to meet them. Or Sam, for that matter. But you did your best not to think of them, where they were and what they were doing at that very moment. They had made their choices to leave and Jake? Well, Jake had stayed. He had stayed with you through it all. And this was no exception.

It was a night you'd relish. One you would take with you until the very end of your long eternity. And one day in the not so distant future when you had the emotional capacity to dwell on it, you'd cry hard, icy tears over the friends you'd never see again. But for now, the warmth of new memories thawed your ever-hardening heart.

They hadn't stayed nearly long enough for your own liking. It was too short a trip to really explain to them how thankful you had been for their friendship before Danny and Adele made the journey with them back to their hotel near the airport, better suited than you to be around so many beating hearts.

So instead, you stayed behind with Jake, meeting him out by his house in the cover of darkness after goodbyes had been waved.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” you said softly as you came to a halt in front of where Jake stood leaning against the side of his cottage, a bottle of Jack Daniels nestled between his fingers like it was part of the outfit.

He shook his head as he fiddled with the glass bottle in his hands, not meeting your eyes.

“You don’t need to thank me. It was the least I could do after the way I’ve treated you.”

“It’s fine-” you began but Jake refused to let you finish the sentence.

“No, it isn’t,” he corrected you. And deep down, you knew he was right. None of this was fine, least of all your treatment of each other. But it didn't stop with him. It went both ways. You had your own things to be ashamed of when it came to what you had been putting him through since you turned.

“I know it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that I’m bad at this,” he continued. “I’ve been alone since…”

“Since the evil one?” you finished the sentence for him.

He nodded and snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, since her.” But then his voice went more serious. “Sort of swore off commitment. And monogamy.”

You nodded back. It wasn't hard to understand on his part. He hadn't ever really seemed like the type. At least he had always been honest about that.

“I guess that’s understandable, given what you can do.”

He chewed his lip and nodded again, like he was agreeing with you. But his nod suddenly turned into a frustrated movement as he struggled to find the words. Or struggled to say them.

“The point is, I knew I had feelings for you before I ever even turned you. I never would have acted on them, for Josh’s sake, but they were there. And then I turned you and I ruined your life and I don’t know how to live with it.”

You swore his eyes were glassy, nothing but his stubbornness and the liquor in his hand to hold back the tears that sat waiting right behind his eyes. It stunned you into silence.

“I hide behind it, I know you see that,” he continued, finally meeting your eyes. “I hide behind my gifts, I hide behind sex, and I was using your jealousy to hide behind the fact that I know you didn’t want any of this. The fact that it was me that got you killed, me that stole you from Josh, and me now that is once again putting Sam through misery.”

You wanted to ask him what he meant by that but for your own sake, you moved past it. Instead, you sighed deeply, pressing your lips together as you thought.

All of the things he had done that had led you to this point. You had thought they'd all been done for his own entertainment. And you were embarrassed to admit that no, you had not, in fact, seen that it was a front. You'd been so caught up in how this all impacted you that you hadn't even stopped to consider what it meant for Jake to steal his own brother's girlfriend. What it meant for him that he now couldn't live without her. You hadn't considered that he might have blamed himself. Sam was the self-torturous one, not Jake. Not given the caricature you'd created of him in your mind. And suddenly, you wished you could take back every fight, every accusation, every vengeful action you had committed against him. Because the truth was, as hard as it was to admit, he hadn't deserved any of them.

The tie was not a thing he had created. It was a thing that had happened to him, just the same as it had happened to you.

You exhaled a heavy breath, your shoulders sinking down as you moved to lean against the wall next to him.

“As much as I would love to blame you, none of this is actually your fault.”

He passed you the bottle of liquor like an olive branch being extended to you. You took a long drag of the dark liquid, downing a gulp like you enjoyed the fiery taste before passing it back to him.

He corked it down by his waist and let it slump against the wall alongside him. And when he finally spoke again, he wound his eyes shut tightly, like he didn't want to face what he was saying.

“Josh was never going to turn you. After Danny couldn’t see past it, time and time again, Sam convinced him not to turn you. Not to mess up what you had. And then I went and fucked everything up.”

It might have hurt worse if the pain had still been so fresh. You might have waged another war against him had you known. But truthfully, there was nothing to be mad about. You never would have had your tie with Josh under any circumstances. And you knew what that meant. You were never really his. You could face that now.

“Did you really not see the truck coming that night?” you asked him quietly, face turned to the side so you could study him, even if he tried to hide from you.

But he didn't hide. He met your stare head on.

“I really didn’t. I was so enraptured by you. You were the only thing I could feel. And it has been that way every single moment since.”

You were quick to tears; you knew that now. You wished you could blame Jake for it but the truth was, that was just your new normal. You never went untouched by anything anymore. Everything left a mark. But the marks Jake was leaving weren't all bad. And this one that he was leaving now didn't anger you at all, not in the slightest.

You wiped at your tears with an unsteady hand, chuckling as you spoke. “You’ve gotta stop making me cry.”

“Happy tears or sad tears?” he asked with a deadly serious look on his face.

You sniffled back the brunt of them, meeting his eyes deliberately.

“Happy tears.”

A light smile finally crossed his lips.

“Those I’ll take,” he answered softly.

It was you that leaned in this time, meeting him where he stood to press your lips against his after the distance between you became unbearable. And he met you with hesitation only for a mere moment before he melded into you, dropping his liquor bottle into the grass to bring his hands to either side of your face.

He connected to you like a long-lost lover, finally finding his way back into your arms. And you accepted him. Welcomed him, even, like that space had been created for him and only him.

When you pulled back, his mouth chased yours but you stilled him with a single finger pressed to his lips.

You took a step away from the wall, turning and outstretched your hand to him without a single word. And you expected to see some hesitation in his body as he watched you, searching the air for your feelings to confirm to him how exactly you were feeling before he did the wrong thing. So you were surprised when he took your hand silently, not so much as a pause between when you outstretched your own and when you felt his fingers wind their way through yours, solving the maze.

With his hand in yours, you walked around the house, leading him through the french doors at the back and into the golden light of the one singular room in the house.

Your intent was clear when you walked backward to the edge of his bed, his fingers still woven through yours. You could feel the need radiating from the depth of your being. But it wasn't unadulterated lust. It was a need that went much deeper. One that permeated your soul. You needed to be with him. You needed to feel whole.

He took a singular step forward to meet you and that was where the hesitance began to show on his face.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, looking suddenly unsure if he should touch you.

“What, you can't feel it?” you asked softly, pulling him by the hand into you.

“Struggling to…” His voice trailed off at the feeling of your lips on his neck, working their way over the sensitive veins lying shallowly beneath the skin.

His body sang for you as you went, reacting to every touch, every movement, every glide of your lips against his skin. You could feel him shudder when you nipped down his chest, feel the breath he inhaled hitch in his throat when the tip of your nose grazed over his nipple after your tongue led the way. You could feel him tense and still himself when your hands moved over their own paths, admiring his thighs and as much of his exposed chest as they could.

It wasn't just passion or lust, not the way your lips and hands moved over him nor the way his body moved in response. It was a meeting of souls, a connection that made you feel complete in a way that you hadn't since you had turned.

He groaned against your mouth when you brought your lips back to his, like a starving man met with his first and last meal. It turned your movements almost frantic, feeling the rumble vibrate through your own body. You needed him. You couldn't go another second without him.

He seemed to remember himself when your fingers began to work down the buttons of his vest, his own encircling your body to glide the zipper of your dress down its long path along your back, freeing the teeth one by one as he dragged it down slowly. Too slow for your liking.

When the material finally hung loose around your shoulders and torso, he parted with you to let the dress fall into a crumpled pile at the foot of his bed. And then his hands took the material's place, roaming over freshly exposed skin like he was mapping out the earth.

The temperature of his hands matched the ice of your own skin but the more they moved, the more they heated your body from the inside out. They were delicate against you, holding you with a care you didn't know he was capable of. And his touch that had always been so certain and calculated now had a sense of responsibility to it, like it was his duty not to break you or let you fall.

He moved you onto the bed, pushing you backward gently as his body blanketed you. His own movements, slow as they had been, began to quicken in pace as he let his tongue taste every inch of your skin, working down between your breasts and over your abdomen, across the expanse of your stomach and down past your navel. You knew where he was headed. You knew what he wanted to taste. And as much as you wanted him to taste it, you needed much more, much more urgently.

“I can't wait, Jake,” you said as you stopped him with your hands on his shoulders. “I want all of you, your fingers, your mouth, everything, but right now I just need you. I can't wait any longer.”

He gave you nothing more than a quick nod, silent and fervent. One that showcased just how much he needed to feel you wrapped around him as well.

He let you stand and push him back onto the bed, into a sitting position so you could climb over him and straddle his thighs with your own. It must have been new for him, letting someone else take charge for once. He was always the one making the moves, always the one commanding the situation. But now he had relinquished some of that control. He was putting himself in your hands, giving you the freedom to do whatever it was you would, and his body under yours seemed to pray to you that you'd have mercy on him and put him out of his aching misery sooner rather than later.

Your hands worked into his hair to pull gently at the roots, angling his face toward you better to deepen the kiss as you pressed every inch of your skin to his that you could. And the moan it earned from the vampire beneath you was like music to your fucking ears, a sound that held all of his usual raspiness but mixed deliciously with the desperation flooding his body.

His hands were quick to remove the vest and shirt that separated your chest, coming around your back to connect at the strap still securing your bra soon after. He made fast work of the garment, discarding it onto the floor to be forgotten like your dress and any other material that stood to keep you from him.

Finally, his hands dropped to his belt that sat snugly between your bodies. He worked it off in one fluid motion despite the way you clung to him and the space you wouldn't allow him to make between you. But when it came to his pants, you were much more eager to aid him in removing those, pulling yourself away with a deep exhale to fiddle with buttons and zippers and encourage a wiggle of hips until finally, there was nothing separating either of you.

You'd seen each other naked before but the allure of it paled when compared to the way it felt to now have nothing but him pressed against nothing but you. Like puzzle pieces that had not chosen their own design nor the shape of their edges marveling at the way they fit together.

Reaching between your bodies fighting to intertwine, you took his length in your hand, earning a groan from Jake at the touch, almost like a sigh of relief. It practically paused his every movement as the contact did well to short-circuit the wires in his brain. It practically fried your own synapses, taking his weight in your hand and running your thumb along the leaking tip. You could have wept along with it with that same need you felt permeate your entire body.

You lined him up with your entrance quickly, growing tired of the fact that he wasn't inside of you already. And in one swift motion, you sank down onto his length and it was like seeing the world for the first time. Like feeling the world for the first time.

You were no stranger to sex. No stranger to sex as a vampire, either. But nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of Jake stretching you out with his cock and nudging the very deepest parts of you. It was indescribable, the feeling of euphoria that electrified every individual cell within your body. It wasn't his gifts, either. There was no chemical reaction manufactured by his brain responsible for the sensation that practically collapsed your lungs in on themselves and sharpened a collective moan to pierce the air. There was only his body meeting yours like he was made to take up that space. There was only him.

When you turned your gaze down toward him, your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth, he looked just as far gone as you felt. His brows were crossed in a deep furrow and his lips parted as he panted like he had just run a marathon. And the most graceful sentiment he was capable of in that moment where words all but failed him was a simple curse.

“Holy shit.”

You watched his adam's apple bob along his throat as he swallowed hard, no doubt working himself up to last longer than his body suddenly wanted to.

“I might have done this sooner if I had known what I was missing,” you breathed back in response.

It earned a laugh from him, the sound of which wrapped snugly around your heart and warmed you from the inside. And suddenly you understood Danny and Adele much better. You understood why they never separated, why they seemingly flaunted their love in front of Sam or really anyone who happened to be around. You would do anything to protect that sound of laughter and the boy who created it. You couldn't even imagine a single moment feeling empty of him. You needed him by your side. You needed to hear that laugh to stay sane.

You moved again, a gentle raise and lowering of your hips that drew another moan out of you both as you squeezed hard around his length on the long journey down.

“Fuck, I need more, baby, please,” he pleaded with desperate eyes and pouting lips.

Another movement of your hips and his hands flew to your body, gripping onto you like his life depended on it despite the fact that you had barely done anything at all. You almost didn't even need to. It was euphoric just feeling him there, inside of you, completing you.

“Fuck,” he moaned again in a rasp as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, seeking more skin to sooth him as he climbed high.

When you moved again to finally develop a rhythm, he pulled back to look at your face. He looked like he was fighting back his own release already, face red and sweaty, veins tensed beneath his skin, eyes lidded and heavy.

“Even after the centuries I've been alive-” he spoke through broken sentences as he struggled to keep his mind together, “even after all that time, all that p-practice, I could never create anything that feels the way you do.”

He shook his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips when you angled your hips and came down on his cock harder than you had before, repeating the action to watch his head roll back. You almost feared he had left his physical body behind and become one with the stars.

You pulled his face back to you with your hands as you continued to fuck yourself along his length, grinding down hard every time you reached the base and your thighs met his with a slapping sound that echoed through his home. And you recited your dream to him, the earliest one you had had that he had ventured into.

“You have me. Do you feel that? I'm coursing through your veins.”

He groaned at your words and the way they paired so sweetly with your squeeze around his cock like you owned him.

“You're all I feel,” he growled suddenly, wrapping one arm around your waist to lift you off of him and press your back into the mattress behind you.

With the new position, he maneuvered on top of you and thrusted his hips once, filling you again as you yelped his name.

“You're all I think about,” he spoke through gritted teeth, angling his hips and watching your face closely as he began to fuck you like he meant it.

“You're all I see,” he said again, lifting your knee high along his torso as his pace quickened and his nose ran along your skin, keeping his face close because the air without your touch felt far too cold for him to face.

His hand found your chin and he wrapped his fingers underneath it to hold your face, keeping your gaze locked onto him.

“You're all I hear,” he growled. “You're all I taste.”

Suddenly his face was gone from your view but not seconds later you felt his fangs sink into the artery running along your neck, sending your body reeling into an orgasm head first as he drew your blood from your body.

It felt so good your toes curled, your fingers twitched, your words failed you. And it lingered. It wasn't like any orgasm you'd had before. It wasn't a quick wave that passed over you on its way to the shore. It was a crashing of two souls together, igniting when they found each other. It was an awakening and his name fell from your lips like a chant. Like a prayer to your savior.

He pulled his fangs from your neck in time to bury his own face into your sweating skin.

“You're all I know,” he growled finally into your jaw when he released inside of you, fucking you both through your orgasms diligently.

It was better than his gifts, somehow. It was a euphoria you had never known. And he was there alongside you, reciting your name in your ear and moving his hips like he was unwilling to stop, unwilling to let it end.

But it did, as all things did. His hips slowed and an exhaustive state took over, even for two bodies that could hardly tire. But when he did finally come to a halt, he didn't pull himself from you, only took your face in his hands again.

A sweet smile crossed his lips, looking a bit loopy and fucked-out. He remained silent as he stared at you, almost to the point of shyness on your end.

“We should just stay here and never move,” he said finally.

It brought a smile to your face.

“I think we can manage that.”

But the post-sex high that still mingled in the air and intoxicated you both was short lived. You stayed that way for too short a time, reveling in each other and making your homes there, before Danny was pushing his way through the doors, not even bothering to shield his eyes.

And he looked frantic.

“I'm sorry,” he breathed, ignoring the evident state of undress before him, “you two need to get dressed. A representative for the council is here.”

Even if you hadn't seen the grave look on his face, you would have known to be worried. You could feel that same gravity in Jake's body, still connected to yours and now rigid with nerves. Jake looked like he was asking a silent question to Danny and your eyes flickered between them, hoping one of them would speak the conversation aloud for your sake.

“I’m sorry,” Danny repeated after a moment. His shoulders caved with disappointment, like he was internally scolding himself under Jake's own accusatory eyes. “I didn’t see them coming. They must have decided recently.”

“Is it Marcus?” Jake asked.

Danny gave a nod paired with quiet confirmation, although what it meant to Jake, you weren't sure. You didn't know much about the council, hadn't even heard any names uttered until now. You had no idea what to expect when you walked into the house.

Danny was gone just as quickly as he had appeared, leaving you alone with Jake who practically jumped up from the bed.

“I have questions,” you began as he threw you a clean shirt of his and rummaged around for his own.

“I know you do, baby. I'll do my best to answer them just…not now.”

There was something in his demeanor that told you you shouldn't press. It wasn't like his usual cockiness that urged you to argue with him, practically begged for it. You'd never seen him so shaken. So you chose silence rather than pestering for once, silently dressing while you studied him as well as you could.

His movements had an air of frenzy to them, like his body was vibrating a little too fast to move with the fluidity and precision it usually did. And despite the fact that he tried to keep his face stoic and flat, you could see the concern creasing his brow and deepening the lines in the outer corners of his eyes. And when he was finally dressed and his hair fixed and his faux silver necklaces slung around his neck, he came back to you.

“Just don't say anything, okay? Let me do all of the talking.”

You nodded and he nodded back, seemingly to steady his own nerves. But before he moved another inch, he took your face in his hands and pressed his forehead to yours.

His fingers curled around to the back of your neck, sweeping up into your hair from the nape and sending a shiver down your spine as they went. You felt it much more freely now with Sam gone, that draw that had existed since long before you were even turned. But now, with danger at the helm of your path, you were choking on worry. It strangled you, took hold of your throat and wouldn't let go. You had already lost two brothers. You couldn't bear to lose a third. Not him.

With a quick kiss to your lips, one that would linger there for hours, that your fingertips would seek to soothe you, he led you through his home with his fingers laced through yours.

Danny and Adele were standing just inside the main house in the grand living room that seldom got any use. It was a large room off the dining room, one wall entirely made of glass for two stories to give an unblemished view of the forest that lay beyond it. A giant fireplace sat on the opposite wall, one that went unlit year round. Deep mahogany covered almost every other surface, save for a few chairs upholstered in a burnt orange velvet. Like the furniture of royalty with taste. It matched the man you presumed to be Marcus standing at the center of it all.

He was tall, taller than Adele or her partner, with broad shoulders and sunken features. He looked to be not much older than you all but there was something ancient in the way he held himself. And the way he dressed. From head to toe, he was clad in a softly worn velvet, like the seats that laid about the room, but this one a faded black in color. Thrown over his shoulders was a large cloak of the material, hiding a simple yet expensive dark suit beneath. But it was what held the cloak together that caught your eye: a large silver pendant that seemed to have spokes reaching out from the sides, almost like stars connected by an ovular shape in the middle with light-catching red gems arranged in a neat pattern at the center of the piece. He wore it like a sigil, the power it might have held undoubtedly his own. And given the presence he cast about the room, one that immediately set your teeth on edge, you couldn't help but wonder if the piece was made of actual silver.

“Ah, just the couple Cassius is hoping to meet.” When Marcus spoke, you could hear the many lives he had lived in his voice.

He sounded like a thing of the past, his tone smooth and slow in a way that coaxed a clammy sweat in your palms. And his eyes, bright red and piercing like the rubies he wore, were held open wide. Nothing about him looked human or sounded human or moved in any way a human might.

You felt Jake's hand raise to your lower back, his fingers flexing against you to try and calm the fear he must have felt radiating off of you.

“My dear, this is Marcus,” he began the introduction. “Marcus, this is-”

“Oh we know who she is.” Marcus punctuated it with an eerie smile, although it was his use of the term ‘we’ that you fixated on the most.

His eyes trained themselves on you, taking a long and shameless moment to rake up and down your body, taking you in fully. And when his eyes reached yours once more, his smile widened.

“My apologies for the surprise visit. Cassius asked that I use…non-traditional methods of transportation to arrive faster.”

He looked at Danny when he said it, like it was done simply so the curly-haired boy couldn’t see his arrival. And once again, Jake stiffened at your side.

“You should each pack bags,” he began again. “Cassius is eager to meet you.”

Jake gave him a single nod, glancing over at you quickly with a flash of fear behind his eyes. And just barely under his breath you could hear him mumble out a curse.

“Shit.”

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Lily’s War (Chapter 4)

Summary: SOE Agent Lily Darlington is unexpectedly demoted from her position and offered a life changing opportunity to become the first female Paratrooper in US history?

Pairing: TBD - The suspense is part of the fun, no?

Warnings: Mentions of violence, language

A/N: Chapter 4 finally here. Please forgive my lateness, but say welcome back to Lily, hopefully with a bang!

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Chapter 4.

Camp Toccoa, 1942.

It hadn’t been an unusual day by any means, nothing particularly out of pocket had occurred. Yet, as Lily sat hunched over on the cold shower tiles watching the crimson stream of blood circle the drain, she recounted how the day had turned out so very wrong.

— -

The bunkhouse was filled with the chorus of snoring soldiers broken only by the occasional creek of an ever restless Joe Toye rolling in his cot. All were sleeping soundly, except for Private Lily Darlington who was curled into a ball at the very top of her bed. Gentlestreaks of moonlight had trickled their way through the windows, glinting off a pair of dog tags clasped between her hands partially hidden beneath the covers, her fingers glided over the raised letters as she accosted herself at her inability to control her emotions. She sucked in a silent breath and pulled the blanket over her mouth in attempt to stifle any noise as she endeavoured to catch her breath. It had been a week since she’d last slept through the night without being plagued by a nightmare. It wasn’t unusual for them to hit once a fortnight, even once a week at their worst. She was used to that, she expected that, however lately, she was lucky to go two to three days between them. She hadn’t had a full nights sleep for a week, and it was starting to show. It was causing her to lose her sturdy exterior, she had started to quip back whenever Liebgott made a joke at her expense, and she’d purposefully tripped up Guarnere on the obstacle course the previous day due to his somewhat degrading comments on her performance.

Each time was the same. Waking up, drenched in her own sweat, a searing pain emanating from her old wound accompanied by the smell of blood still lingering in her nostrils. It was part of the gig, came with the job she had been warned. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she placed her head between them, letting her fingertips graze over the scar as she sat there listening to the cicadas chirping outside the barracks. Their true meaning escaped her, she understood that she would have to be void of all human emotions if she weren’t to let past experiences stay with her, but why they haunted her was a question she had little answers to. It was a miracle that she had kept it to herself this long, how she hadn’t woken any of the men with her gasps or thrashing about. Lily thanked her lucky stars as she ran her hands through her damp hair, the groans from the springs beneath her sending a gentle reminder to maintain the peace within the quiet cabin as she gently knotted up her boots and tied her PT sweater around her waist.

As she quietly sneaked out of the bunkhouse for some desperately needed air she found herself so lost in her own head that she didn’t notice the pair of eyes on her from across the room watching with a curious intensity.

— -

“Yeah well I bet you’re regretting it now.” The irritating register of Perconte’s voice filled the latrine as he leant on the wall, half in and half out in the open door way, puffing his way through a lucky strike and scraping at a dirt stain on his shirt.

“How was I supposed to know he’d hear me.” Luz looked up at his friend with a less than amused look on his face as he sat, back to the wall, tapping the excess ash from his cigarette into the bucket by his feet.

“Ahh he’s got it out for all of us, yesterday was just your lucky turn.” Perconte answered.

“Last week was my lucky turn too, first time in my life I hope I run out of luck.” Luz said, his forearms on his knees as he took a deep breath of his cigarette.

“You should be grateful, ain’t nobody been as lucky as Redcoat here, every goddamn day Sobel sees fit to reward her.” Perconte looked towards the girl scrubbing away in the corner, rolling his eyes to her seemingly obliviousness to the two men’s conversation.

“Ain’t that right Redcoat? Hmmmmm?” Perconte clicked at the girl, trying to pull her attention from the floor. “Ears like a hawk that one” he mock whispered to Luz.

“I bet he can hear me in his sleep.” Luz replied, ignoring the short man’s half hearted attempt to irritate his punishment companion.

“I bet he can hear you smoking and not scrubbing.” Perconte taunted tipping the sud bucket with his boot.

Luz replied by flicking his half finished cigarette at the man, grabbing the brush from the wobbly bucket and began to scrub the tiled floor again, a little harder than necessary, his eyes conveying a less than amused look.

“Well I’m off to enjoy this sunny afternoon, a free pass afternoon, do whatever the hell I feel like.” Perconte taunted.

Luz reached for the nearby bucket in retaliation, “you’re gonna be doing it soaking wet if you don’t get outta here” grinning to himself as Perconte made his way back out into the glorious sunshine, leaving Luz and Lily to scrub their afternoon away in the musty latrine.

“Enjoy.” He spoke, his palms raised in defence, stepping out of the door way and cocking his head towards the girl in the corner with an eye roll.

Back in the corner, Lily knelt by the shower drain up to her elbows in suds from scrubbing the filthy floor, amazed by how the dark speckled tile was actually a light brown, hidden by a thick layer of dirt, grime, and God knows what else. She had been so graciously gifted the afternoon of latrine duty for an unknown infraction that Sobel had concocted the day prior during the afternoon obstacle course exercise after she had displeased him for the thousandth time that day, probably simply from existing. She wasn’t in the know as to Luz’s infraction, but she guessed that it was most likely due to his inability to keep his colorful thoughts to himself during the exercise, although, some of his impressions of Lieutenant ‘stick up his arse’ did make the time pass quicker. So now, they had the pleasure of each others company whilst they spent their first free afternoon in forever scrubbing the dirtiest part of the barracks as the rest of the men lamented in the summer sunshine.

Without Perconte’s commentary echoing around the building the only sounds were that of the two scrubbing brushes rhythmically sanding away at the grimy floor. The silence was palpable. Lily didn’t mind the cleaning duty as much as Sobel probably hoped she would, she much preferred it to running a couple of miles in the humid sun with a full pack, and whilst she didn’t know Private Luz all that well, he’d been sticking to his end of the latrine, and wasn’t causing her any trouble thus far, so it came as a surprise to her when he broke the silence.

“You know, if they’d mentioned in that damn Life article that being a paratrooper meant spending two sorry years of my life stuck with Sobel I might not have signed up so fast.” Luz stood up from his bent over scrubbing position, groaning as he clicked his body back into shape and wandered over to find where he’d left his water canteen, leaning back against the sinks, mulling over the absurdity of his situation. He looked over at the girl, scrubbing away at the endless grime that covered the floor, continuing to ignore him.

Lily had been part of Easy Company for some time now, that part being ignored, unwanted, forcing her to the back or just pretending she didn’t exist, the men always attempting to keep her an arms length away from the action. Luz wouldn’t have known she was still there if it weren’t for Sobel’s incessant barking at her. She didn’t speak up much in the classroom, never sat with the men at chow - never invited to sit with the men either he noted, even during the evenings before lights out she was either nowhere to be seen or already in bed turned away from whatever group conversation was taking place.

“You don’t talk much do you?.” He peered over at her hunched figure as she continued scrubbing, when she didn’t answer he cleared his throat a little louder than necessary.

“Hey Luz, how are you today? Well Redcoat, I was doing just fine until I had to come here and scrub! I love scrubbing, I’m so thankful that Lieutenant Sobel gifts it to me so often, it keeps my arms strong and my spirits high.” He chuckled to himself, tilting his head slightly in the hopes that she saw the peace offering he was attempting.

She glanced behind herself, irritated at Luz’s attempt at humour, raising a singular eyebrow as she made eye contact with the sniggering man.

“Oh thank god, it worked! You aren’t deaf! Had me worried for a minute there.” A ridiculous smile plastered across his face as he stared at Lily, waiting for an answer. She remained on the ground, one hand on her brush, one of the floor, her eyes attempting to bore a hole through his head. Her stare was beginning to make him think that they may have been better off in silence, his heart rate only slowing as he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in as she broke eye contact and slumped herself into a seated position, grabbing her canteen and taking a long, slow drink.

Lily’s body ached from being bent over too long and her hands were raw from scrubbing, she had blisters on her palms from days of climbing ropes and scaling beams, she wasn’t in the mood for jibes or jabs. Her gaze remained off in the distance until she noticed Luz still looking at her, waiting on a reply, she was too tired for this, but she was too tired to continuously ignore him for the remaining hours of scrubbing they still had left.

“I’m touched?” her voice monotonous, her face unimpressed.

The pair stared across the latrine at each other in their respective corners, an awkward silence dragging between them as neither knew what to say next. George realised that it might be the first time he’d actually properly talked to her, actually talking to her, rather than the odd nod when they came in contact during exercises. He couldn’t help but feel that part of her hesitation in talking is his own fault. By no means has he been the worst, but he hasn’t been all that forthcoming in welcoming their latest addition to the Company. He’s seen how she sits alone reading on her bunk at night, whilst the rest of the men play cards and enjoy themselves, how any conversation dies down if she merely walks past a group. A strong feeling of guilt washed over him as he racked his brain for what to say next.

“George Luz.” He wiped his hand on his pant leg before extending it towards her.

“I know who you are.” She looked towards his hand but made no move to accept the gesture.

“I know you do, and I know who you are too. Ain’t this how you do it in England? Introductions and shit?” He pushed himself off the sinks as she continued to just stare back at him, motionless.

“Christ Redcoat, shake my damn hand, I ain't got cooties.” He stood there for a moment, his mind dancing between pride and patience before taking a few steps towards the girl, sitting himself down opposite her and extending his hand again. The lump in his chest evaporated as she waited a few moments, before placing her canteen back on the ground and with a firm shake she replied.

“Lily Darlington.”

“And here I was thinking all this time that your name was Redcoat.” He mocked.

“I can see how you would think that.” She replied, her eyes rolled as she slumped her back against the cool wall.

“Sobel seems to really have it out for you.” He said, dancing on the edge of conversation.

“I’m starting to get the notion that he doesn’t quite like me.” She said in jest, it wasn’t enough to form a laugh, but she let out a huff of air.

“You ain’t wrong there.” He replied, stretching his legs out across the half scrubbed tile floor.

“Well, perhaps my day just wouldn’t shine the same if Sobel didn’t remind me how worthless I am to the Company. Keeps me eager.” She turned and winked at him as she took another sip from her canteen, the suds from her elbows dripping onto her pant leg. She’d almost forgotten how it felt to have an actual conversation with someone, she felt as if she hadn’t said anything of substance in weeks.

“You’re funny when you actually talk you know.” Chuckling when he receives a sarcastic seeming eyebrow raise and hint of a smile out of her. “I don’t know how you do it, I got six sisters and they cry if I so much as comment on anything they do, I hate the guy and he ain’t half as bad on me” Luz’s expression crinkled.

“Its manageable.” She spoke as she scraped the sudds off her arms and shook them back into the bucket.

Manageable, it was just about manageable, however it was teetering close to unbearable. She had a stern spirit, and a stiff upper lip, but not even she was unbreakable. They had so much more training to go, and then goodness knows how many years actually in the thick of it. If she couldn’t break the seal on the men’s freeze out then she had no hope of survival.

“Manageable, hmmm. Your Lieutenant hates you, your Company ain’t so keen on you either. Either you’re one determined son of a bitch, or you’re crazy.” He replied with a single eyebrow raise.

“I’m not entirely sure I want to be friends with people who spit in my food.” She replied.

“That’s Liebgott, he’s a jackass. And we don’t all hate you, we just don’t know you. You’re the only broad outta nine companies. You gotta see how weird that is.”

“I see that it’s different, I don’t necessarily see it as the disadvantage that your lot do. I don’t even think they realise to know me they’d actually have to talk to me first, their friendship hasn’t exactly been forthcoming.”

“That’s fair.” He replied, his hands raised in defence. “We ain’t exactly been forthcoming, maybe it don’t come easy talking to a broad if it ain't at a bar for my lot?” He winked at her, met by a disapproving look.

“I know you and I don’t think you’re all that bad. ” He smiled at her.

“You’ve known me, all of, two minutes?” Her sarcastic tone coming out again as she glanced down at her watch ticking away on her wrist.

“I only let the very best of people be my friends.” He said mockingly.

“You’re friends with Liebgott…” She replied looking through her eyebrows.

“I am friendly with Liebgott, there’s a difference.” He smiled back. “Two long minutes, give it six months, we’re gonna be best friends.” His face turned to her with a childish grin plastered across it.

“Is that so?” Her pitch raised as she suppressed a laugh at the mans premonition.

“I know these things, feel it in my bones.” He winked before standing up and ‘wiggling his bones’ as he made his way back over to his own bucket, laughing to himself as left.

The pair fell back into their quiet rhythmic scrubbing, broken every so often by Luz trying to make conversation, and to his surprise, Lily trying to reply in a way that showed him she wasn’t entirely disinterested by his peace making attempts. After the lack lustre interactions she was used to she didn’t want to get too optimistic over a single conversation, but she couldn’t help feeling that it might be a tiny step in the right direction.

— -

A hint of a smile crept across Lily’s face as she hung the buckets back up in the supplies closet. The pair had finally finished their punishment and Luz had rushed off to enjoy the rest of the afternoon with the men, something about Bull Randleman owning him a pack of smokes from their poker game the previous night. Lily had offered to finish up the job, and afterwards planned to find a quiet corner and watch the world go by, she had been looking forward to doing nothing for so long and her body was begging for a break.

With her smile still lingering and her heart a little lighter she made her way along the barracks towards the quieter end of the camp, turning the corner without noticing the large figure coming straight towards her until it was too late, smacking head on, and sending both parties stumbling back, the ground littered with papers that Lily could only assume the other party had been rushing somewhere.

“I’m so sorry!” Lily exclaimed, gathering up all the lose sheets around her before looking up to see exactly who she had run into. Her heart dropped in her chest when her eyes raised to meet those of Lewis Nixon’s, Lieutenant Lewis Nixon’s, “Sir.” She tried to add quickly, however in her shocked state, it came out more like a whisper, much to her embarrassment.

His eyes lowered for a split second before he also reached for the loose sheets, shoving them haphazardly into the file tightly grasped in his hands, almost in an attempt to by himself some time to think of something logical to say. Before it could conjure anything Lily’s hand thrust out towards him as she offered his remaining papers, his eyes met hers once again, and he drew in a sharp breath as he took them from her grasp. They both stood there awkwardly, waiting for the other to speak first.

It hadn’t really sunk in for him yet. He still didn’t truly believe she was here. That it was actually her. Yes he’d sat through the meeting with her and Winters, however, most of it was a blur to him, he was certain he was being pranked and any moment now his sister Blanche would pop out from behind a tree, grab Lily and run off giggling. He felt as if he had been shot upon seeing her unannounced all these years later. She had been here for weeks now, yet he found himself avoiding her, filling every available hour with extra tasks just to minimise the amount of time in which he’d actually have to face her. He just couldn’t understand what the hell she was doing here - the Lily he knew would not be here.

Lily could feel a flush of embarrassment rise to her cheeks, she had been wanting to speak to Lewis privately ever since she arrived, yet could never seem to find an appropriate moment, now she had one she couldn’t even seem to form a single word out of her mouth, it didn’t help that he was staring at her in an unnerving manner. Before either of them could say anything Lieutenant Winters called out for him. His eyes rose to the source of the voice across the far side of the opposite field before dropping back to meet hers with a regretful expression.

“I have to go.” Was all he could bring himself to say before pushing past her small frame and dashing off to the very meeting he had just made himself late for, grimacing at the way he had just handled the situation, knowing full well he was just making everything more complicated for his future self and somewhat guilty for not even saying hello to the girl he was once so very close to.

— -

If persistence was a person it would be George Bloody Luz. It was evident that he been steadfast in his intentions in becoming best friends, but to be fair, Lily hadn’t been stopping him. She was right about the step, which had actually turned out to be more of a leap, George Luz didn’t seem to do anything halfheartedly. She had begun to enjoy having a someone to shoot the shit with as they scaled Currahee, someone to compare notes with after a classroom exercise, to stand in line with at the mess hall as they awaited that evenings sloppy serving of grub. Luz had even been trying to get her to sit alongside the men at meals, to which she complied, but somehow always found herself perched half on half off the bench, too far away to be able to be involved in any discussion. One step forward, one step back. Lately they’d even found themselves sat out the back of the Barracks late in the evenings before curfew, sharing a laugh, going over the best and the worst parts of that day, occasionally joined by Floyd Talbert or another one of Luz’s friends, which only seemed to make her situation feel even more isolating, ironic really. Lily craved the dynamic that George had with the rest of the chaps, the camaraderie and the comfort it seemed to bring him at the end of a long day when he could truly be himself. It was a harsh reality, not one that she was expecting either, that to let herself be open to any form of friendship, she had to be able put her guard down, not to mention swallowing her pride.

In a surprise turn of events, the men seemed to take the lead from Luz, she was far from getting into conversation with anyone new, however when she sat next to Luz at chow the previous evening, she received head nods from some of the others at the bench, and Randalman had even saved her a seat. It was an improvement, a very small improvement, but one she so desperately needed.

— -

"You know Nix, I think if you stare any harder you might just fall through that window.” Winters noted from beneath his stack of papers.

“I am not staring, I am observing.” He replied, eyes fixated on the field before him.

“That her?” Spiers motioned to the short figure at the back of the group.

“Sure is” Winters replied, placing his papers down and joining the men congregated around the window.

The trio stood side by side behind the window, watching the line of Privates as they stood in formation, being barked at by their beloved Lieutenant Sobel. Nixon’s eyes fixed on the form of Private Lily Darlington at the end of the line, a full head and shoulders below her fellow men, the longer he stared the less he began to recognise the girl he once new.

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“Easy Company, each of you will select a strip of paper! On that paper will be a name, that name will be your partner for the rest of the day, there will be no trading partners, no exceptions!” Sobel’s voice cried as he thrust the helmet forcefully into Lily’s hands.

She groaned as she grabbed a strip from the pile, she had gotten away with mostly pairing Luz for the week. Sparing wasn’t anything new to her, in all actuality she excelled at it, but there in lay her problem. Her position within the Company already ruffled feathers and had the men asking all sorts of questions that she had little interest or ability to answer. If she had gone from quiet girl at the back of the group, to launching grown men over her shoulder within a day she doubted that she’d be able to escape without explaining herself. Luz was her scapegoat, not that he knew it. She had let him lead the training, she tried to spar with her non dominate hand to lessen the blows, heck he’d even commended her on her improvements the day before. As she passed the helmet towards George she said a silent prayer that the name on her slip was an easy opponent, whilst she knew she was going to have to suppress herself, she wasn’t exactly hoping to have to take a punch from the likes of Bull or even Guarnere, she was hoping to remain under the radar, not in the medical bay.

“Who’d you get?” George whispered across to her, passing the helmet to its next victim.

Lily felt her prayer fall from the sky and slap her as she opened the strip of paper between her fingers. Inked across in a barely legible scrawl was the one name she’d have paid good money to not see.

Liebgott.

She tilted the paper towards him and rolled her eyes as an amused grin swept across his face.

“Weren’t you saying yesterday how much he deserves a ‘kick up the arse’” Luz replied, mocking her accent rather crassly, his eyebrows wiggling in jest.

With a look of distain she nodded towards his paper, the corners of her mouth turning up as she read ‘Randalman’, looks like Luz will have a tussle of his own.

“Find your partner and pair up!” Sobel yelled from the other side of the field.

“Have fun!” Luz mocked as Lily dragged herself towards the other end of the field to find her unlucky partner. She was barely 10 steps towards where he was stood before she could feel his eyes beginning to glare a hole through her.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me, boys, this is gonna be fun.” He spat, looking her up and down before shoulder passing her and strutting away from the group of men towards his spot on the field.

“Listen up Easy Company! The man on the far side of the field will make the starting move, last man standing wins!” Lieutenant Sobel’s whistle rang through the air as Lily centred her weight and dug deep deep down within herself to find an ounce of self control to not smash his face in. Defence, defence, Now wasn’t the time to be putting anyone in the medical bay.

“Afraid of messing up your hair sweetheart?” His childish voice rang in her ears as he stood on the far side of the field rolling his sleeves up.

“You’d have to make contact with me to be able to do that, Liebgott.” She smiled back at him with a shit eating grin, spitting his name as if it were a slur.

“Yeah?” He said, slowly squaring up towards her. He was a good head and shoulders taller than her, and he was using every ounce of his stature to try to intimidate her. It was pretty easy to pinpoint exactly how Liebgott managed to get under her skin so easily, he was impulsive, rude, he knew how to push all her buttons, but mostly it was that he seemed to wake up every day with the innate desire to do anything, say anything to tick her off. It was killing her to find an ounce of strength not to retaliate. She had learnt the hard way that it mostly makes situations worse.

The duo stood steadfast, each not willing to back down from their ridiculous stare off, completely oblivious to the approaching footsteps of the Lieutenant Winters as he made his way over towards them.

“Do we have a problem here?” His deep voice broke their trance, his eyes shifting between the pair.

Liebgott’s head swung from between the Winters and the girl, “Afraid of getting her hands dirty I’d say, Sir.”

Winters let out a huff of aggravation, “Private Darlington, do you have a problem sparring with Private Liebgott?” His face displayed a look of curiosity as he peered down at the girl. “From what I’ve seen I’d say quite the opposite. Perhaps you can teach Private Liebgott here a thing or two.” He said with a wink.

“Yes Sir” Lily happily replied, a hint of a smile edging on her lips, I’d happy slap the shit out of him, Sir.

Lieutenant Winters smiled as he backed away, he couldn’t help but admit that he did hold a slight interest in watching her take down the loudmouthed Liebgott. He’d been an onlooker a few of their interactions, and whilst he wouldn’t feel inclined to step in between them; he knew that they needed to learn how to live amongst each other, and sometimes that required an ego takedown, he was comforted in the knowledge that his meddling would only produce what Liebgott had been fuelling with his behaviour.

Lily didn’t know the last time she had free rein to pummel someone, and she adored it. A rush of adrenaline overcame her as she waited, her weight spread, knees slightly bent. Joseph Liebgott you are so bloody predictable. During the drills prior shed had time to observe almost every man, assessing their strengths and taking note of their weaknesses. Liebgott was a classic, he favoured his left leg for balance, he always threw his first punch with his right arm. He was always telling the other men about fights he had gotten into back home, he was experienced, but impulsive. His aim was always to throw as many punches as he could before his opponent got a look in. Always so quick to attack that he never assessed the situation, his anger and his ‘better than thou’ attitude clouded his judgment.

Lily dug her foot further into the dirt for leverage as she looked across at her partner, taunting her with a confident smirk and accompanying wink. Her eyes didn’t move from his as she waited for him to make the first move, she remained still, waiting on each footstep as he moved closer towards her.

She barely had a second to breathe before Liebgott launched himself at her, throwing a punch that narrowly missed her eye. She ducked to dodge its trajectory, having to stop herself from sinking her fist into his crown jewels as she came back up, although she’d be lying if watching Liebgott rolling around on the ground like a worm cradling his crotch wouldn’t amuse her.

Her weeks of silence in the evenings had been beneficial, it seemed Liebgott’s favourite pastime to recount the street brawl fights he’d gotten himself wrapped up in back home in California. She needed to prepare for a dirty fight. He retreated for a short moment before he lunged at her again, his movements brash and wild, he aimed for her blind spots, however, Lily anticipated it this time, and blocked and you countered, clipping his ankle as he came past, his impulsiveness made for a simple fight, however she kept her fists tight to her body, defence Lily, she reminded herself, scraping every ounce of self control she had left.

Winter’s attention was pulled from the scene as Nixon and Spiers made they way over the field to where he stood.

“Battle to the death?.” Spiers said as he looked out onto the scene before them.

Nixon stood between them, his arms tightly folded watching the ebb and flow of the drill intensify, his brow knitted tightly. “She’s reading him like a book.” He said, with more concern than he intended.

Thwack!

She blocked his expected right hook, and countered with an elbow to his face, it wasn’t hard enough to break anything, but just about enough to knock his balance off. Swinging around she met his eyes as he recoiled back, his dark eyes glared at her, a mixture of shock and fury. This time Lily moved without hesitation, rushing forward she ducked down and grabbed Liebgott below the waist, using her entire body weight to throw him to the ground, the loud thunk of his head colliding with the mud drew inquisitive eyes from them other sparring pairs. A quiet murmur started to form amongst the onlookers who didn’t know wether to stop or watch what was going on. The force of the impact sent ringing through Liebgott’s ears, his eyes felt heavy in his head as if he was being pulled into the earth itself.

A quiet suppressed chuckle escaped from Spiers as Sobel shoved past the onlookers him yanked Liebgott back to his feet by his shirt collar. “Easy Company is better than this Private, are you going to let a girl beat you?!” He bellowed into Liebgott’s ringing ears as he shoved him back into the fight.

Liebgott stood for a few seconds catching his breath, before swinging his arm again and unleashing a series of rapid strikes. Lily moved and countered, her blocks almost poetic in their efficiency.

Sobel’s voice called out once more, “Private Liebgott this isn’t a street fight, you are to take down your opponent!” His cowl voice broke Lily’s concentration, and in the split second she had stopped to turn her attention towards Sobel Joe had moved to throw a wild punch. Lily failed to block him as his fist collided with the side of her face. He was overjoyed, a slinky grin crept onto his face as his eyes scanned the red mark quickly rising across her left cheek.

A few men down, Luz and Randleman had paused mid takedown as they saw Liebgott’s fist meet Lily’s face, they anxiously watched, unaware how they each still had their fists curled into each others uniform.

Lily swallowed hard as she re-entered herself, she was prepared for a few bruises, she had settled on a few bruises, a few stumbles and she’d fall, faking defeat. She’d be able to sit the rest out and no one would remotely pay any attention to her, she had had her fun with him. That was until Liebgott decided to open his mouth and drain every inch of her self control.

“Gonna cry Red? I’ve seen you cry in your sleep, ain’t gonna be nothing new, you just can’t hack it.” He scoffed in her direction as she wiped a loose tendril of sweat covered hair out of her eyes.

His words seared into her skin and a switch flipped inside of her. She let him move first, her eyes shooting daggers into his. She watched as he moved slowly towards her, before shifting his weight and throwing a punch that she dogged with ease, he was playing into her hands. Then, with a sudden sprint Lily moved towards Liebgott.

Crunch!

With a sudden jab to the face Liebgott stumbled backwards, his nose bloodied and his fists tightened. He moved to wipe the blood away, however Lily didn’t give him a moment’s rest.

“What in the Sam Hell…” Escaped from Randleman’s mouth as he stood, still connected to Luz, his breath caught in his throat as he watched the tiny girl, his eyes wide with shock.

With Liebgott’s hands up to his face, he left himself open, and Lily rushed forwards again. She explored his opening and with a shark kick has landed a blow to his ribs, a jarring move that stole the air from his lungs. Liebgott doubled over as the onlookers winced, barely sparring themselves anymore, too interested in the action.

“She’s got bite, I’ll give her that.” Spiers spoke

“You can thank the SOE for that.” Nixon replied, his eyes completely fixated on the girl.

Liebgott, with more fury in his eyes than before attempted a desperate counter attack, Lily, however, moved in with ruthlessness, blocking each strike, and retaliating with a relentless barrage. Her fist collided with the Californian’s nose for the second time, forcing Liebgott to stagger backward as he let out a gasp of pain. As the confrontation reached its climax, Lily delivered a final, devastating series of blows, landing a final kick to his abdomen, followed by an elbow to the face in order to distract him, seizing the opportunity she grabbed him by the arm and flipped him over her shoulder. The onlookers shuddered as a sickening crunch sounded when Liebgott hit the ground, his shoulder dislocating the impact. Lily stood over him, her hands on her thighs as she panted, catching her breath as he lay there, defeated, bloody, and breathless.

“Jesus Christ” Nixon breathed out as stood with the other Officers, their faces a mixture of curiosity and shock. He was finding it difficult to put into words what he had just seen, who was this Lily?

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