#natesib fluff

[angelbabytay222]

he’s so beautiful it hurts

also.. sorry for not posting lovelies i’ve been so busy fics will be releasing soon i promise

[iwantwind2blow]

Bf!Rommulas × Gf!Reader

Warnings: mention of drugs.

Pt 1, Pt 2..

fluffy?

He hated this.

Not her, never her, but this version of everything around her. These places, these people, the way she slipped out of herself like that and didn’t even notice who was looking, who was too close, who thought they had a right just because she looked soft and out of it.

Places like this always looked the same, neon sign flickering like it had a pulse problem, bass leaking through the walls, people outside smoking, drinking and laughing a little too loud, a little too empty.

Too many people leaning instead of standing. Too many eyes half open. Too many conversations that weren’t really conversations.

He pushed inside.

The air hit him first, sweet, chemical, alcohol-heavy, that weird mix of perfume and something burnt. Music way too loud, lights cutting everything into fragments. Red, blue, red again. Faces turning into blurs.

“fuck…” he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face.

His phone was still open in his hand. That last blurry photo she sent, people, lights, he kept glancing at it like it might magically tell him where to go.

Then he saw it.

Not her at first, just the detail.

Someone sitting on the floor near the side wall. Glitter. A girl crouched next to someone.

His chest tightened instantly.

He pushed through people, not even apologizing, shoulders knocking into strangers.

“yo—sorry—move—”

And then he saw her.

And yeah—

that weird feeling in his stomach? It dropped straight through him.

His girl looked gone.

Sitting on the floor like she didn’t belong to her own body, back against the wall, head tilted slightly, eyes unfocused like they were trying to land on something and just… couldn’t. Hands loose in her lap, fingers twitching a little, like delayed signals.

“hey—hey—” His voice softened instantly, like a switch flipped. he dropped down in front of her fast, too fast, knees hitting the sticky floor.

Her eyes shifted.

Slow.

Took a second too long to recognize him.

"Hiii…" she said softly, that small, fucked up smile.

He exhaled, but it came out shaky.

“Jesus christ,” he whispered, brushing her hair back from her face, fingers a little rough at first, then softening immediately. "Hi, princess, look at me.”

The glitter girl looked up at him. “She wasn’t feeling good, I just—”

“Yeah, thank you,” he cut in quickly, already nodding, already grateful but too wired to fully show it. “seriously, thank you.”

His attention snapped right back to her.

“Baby,” he said, quieter now, hands framing her face gently. “look at me.”

Her eyes tried. Missed. Came back.

“There you are,” he murmured, softer. “hi, princess.”

She blinked slowly, like even that took effort. “You came…”

“Of course i came,” he said immediately, almost offended by the idea he wouldn’t. His thumb brushed under her eye, grounding, repetitive. “you really thought i wouldn’t?”

She gave the smallest, crooked hint of a smile. It didn’t fully form.

“Legs don’t work,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, i can see that,” he said, a breath of a laugh slipping out, but it was tight, worried. His eyes scanned her, pupils blown, skin a little clammy. “you took way too much, huh?”

“No idea,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “figured.”

He glanced up briefly, taking in the room again, calculating. Too loud. Too chaotic. Not safe for her like this.

“Alright,” he said, back to her, voice steadying on purpose. “we’re getting you outta here, yeah?”

She made a small sound, half protest, half confusion. “Warm here…”

“Nah,” he shook his head gently, leaning closer so she could focus on him instead of everything else. “Not warm, it’s just the drugs messing w you. outside’s better, promise.”

She just stared at him, trusting, even if she didn’t fully process the words.

That made his chest ache in a different way.

“C’mon,” he murmured, sliding one arm around her shoulders, the other under her knees. “i got you.”

She didn’t resist at all when he lifted her, just kind of melted into him, head falling against his shoulder like she belonged there.

“Easy,” he whispered automatically, even though he was the one holding her. “i know, i know.”

As he stood up, adjusting her weight, she curled slightly into him, fingers weakly gripping his shirt.

“Don’t drop me,” she mumbled.

“Never,” he said instantly. “not happening.”

He pushed his way back through the crowd, more careful now, shielding her from bumps, one hand holding her securely, the other clearing space.

Every few seconds, he’d glance down at her.

“Stay w me, yeah?”

“You good?”

“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby—talk to me a little.”

“Hi…” she’d mumble again, like it was the only word she had left.

And every time—

“Hi, princess,” he’d answer, softer.

[angelbabytay222]

we are being FED

[angelbabytay222]

faded || 2hollis x reader

// bf!hollis smoking with you, weed mentions, smut, piv, high sex, fem!reader

a/n got faded and decided to write this

not proofread

as you lay on your couch, legs laying across your boyfriend hollis who’s currently rolling a blunt for the two of you. you two always had smoke seshes before bed, it’s how you both would debrief after long days. your eyes darted between hollis’ hands and his face; he was always so handsome when he was focused, you sat it awe for a moment before turning your head to your tv in your dimly lit room, the lamp next to you coffee table providing most of the light alongside your tv. the soft hum of the tv played gently as you yawn tired from being dragged around with hollis all day.

you leaned back, gently humming as you saw hollis smile slightly he turned to face you as his long fingers rolled the blunt up, “tired baby?” he asked quietly noticing your expression. you yawned at the thought of sleep, nodding as you moved closer to him; resting your head on his shoulder. “tired.. but today was worth it.” you smiled into his shoulder as you gently placed a kiss there. you had been to three different photoshoots for hollis today, along with having to sit through painfully boring interviews; you loved it all though— the attention he got which he loved just as much and you could tell.

“here you go beautiful.” his voice soft, his touch gentle as he handed you the blunt he had just rolled. you placed in between your lips bringing your lighter to your face, taking a deep breath in immediately relaxing, you took a few more drags before handing it back to hollis as he smirks slightly taking it from you as his gaze lingers a bit longer than it should. his free hand creeps up your thigh, squeezing it softly his hands were cold— sending shivers through your spine, “what are you doing holli..” you hummed as you lifted your head up to look at him. “just thinking about how pretty you looked today..” he purred in response tracing circles on your thigh as he smoked, you immediately felt yourself getting wetter; his touch always made you melt.

you gently crawl into his lap, straddling him as you take the blunt from him— hitting it as your smirk at him, “you looked so good in your outfits today holli, wanted you so bad right there..” you said as you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck leaning on his shoulders as he took the blunt back. he softly pushed up into you; his bulge in his sweatpants growing as you softly bit your lip. “yeah baby?” hollis purred in response his free hand tracing circles around your lower back as he looked up at you with blood shot eyes, a dazed look washing over him— he always looked so good like this.

you slowly rolled your hips, grinding against him as you felt him get harder beneath you; his breaths ragged as he leaned back into the couch, “your gunna kill me baby.” he groaned. you couldn’t help but to giggle quietly as you placed sloppy kisses along his jawline, going down his neck as he bucked his hips up into you causing you to moan softly. as you pulled away you left a tiny string of spit, looking down at him hungrily— needing him more than ever, his eyes darkened grabbing the back of your neck as he kissed you sloppily, teeth clashing as you groaned into his mouth.

“needy girl.” hollis smirked into the kiss as he pulled your pants off eagerly, sliding your underwear to the side as he freed himself from his sweatpants, his tip leaking already. you feel a heat pool in your lower stomach as you looked at him, aching for him already; he lifted you up slowly easing himself into you as he groaned— throwing his head back as you planted your hands on his shoulders, rocking against him crying his name out like it was a prayer. his hips bucked against yours, pushing you down onto him as he hit that spot that sent you over the edge everytime. you rolled your hips back, trying to catch your high as hollis watched you biting moans back as his hands traveled to your lower back holding you in place as he roughly rammed up into you, his mouth open as he listened to the pretty noises you made for him— he wasn’t going to last long like this, and neither were you.

hollis groaned, his grip on you became tighter as his thrusts became sloppier, your back arching as you felt him bury himself deeper inside of you; your eyes were half shut from pure bliss. your nails dug into his shoulders as you cried out, feeling the knot in your stomach become undone as you babbled nonsense riding out your high as hollis buried his face in the crook of your neck— feeling himself come undone with you he hissed before cumming inside of you.

you both collapsed in each others arms, exhausted and trying to collect yourselves after reaching your climax. he held onto you placing tiny kissing down your neck as he looked up at you smiling sheepishly at you, “you did so good for me baby.” he said softly his words making a wave of comfort wash over you. he gently placed you down on the couch, rubbing your thigh gently as he pulled his sweatpants up walking to the kitchen as he grabbed a rag and ran it under warm water; hazily walking back towards you as he cleaned you up. you smiled at him, “we should do that more.” hollis looked at you with a raised brow, “do what more?” his voice was almost as gentle as his touch. “fuck while we’re high.. it’s nice.” you said quietly as you laid on the couch, hollis discarding the rag as he picked you up, “we definitely will do that more.” he smirked as he carried you up the stairs to your shared room, placing you down into bed as he nuzzled into you; wrapping his arms around you as you both fell asleep.

tags// @watercolorskyy @angelverse222 @8ella222 @bbyb3lls @sweet2sin

[angelbabytay222]

show me your teeth//

vamp!conceal x fem!reader x vamp!hollis

tags// human!reader, brat!reader, blood play, knife play, threesome, dom!hollis, softdom! conceal, piv, smut, biting, porn! w plot, VERY rough sex

summary: you were their plaything, their favourite play thing. and after a night of being disobedient they had planned to show you just who you belonged too.

ryan and hollis had always taken care of you, wether it was financially or physically there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for you.

you were always quiet, stuck to yourself; you had a hard time making friends— yet when two handsome men approached you at the bar you couldn’t help but to feel entranced by them. the way they carried themselves, well dressed, clean shaven & well spoken men. everyone’s eyes followed them as they walked through the bar— a smug smirk on the tall blondes face, as the shorter man with slicked back hair seemed more laid back, less serious. they found seats on each side of you as you sipped on your drink, quietly examining the two ethereal men on each side of you, the way they stared at you felt like they were burning into your soul. you quickly took another sip, sitting up straighter— the man on your left spoke, “quiet one, aren’t you?” his voice low, yet so sweet. turning to meet the gaze of the shorter man, “i’m not here to make friends.” you said shortly, having delt with enough men at the bar… but something pulled you back in.

he laughed, “that’s alright doll, i can leave if you wish.” he hummed, every part of your body was screaming no yet the words never reached your mouth. “i don’t mind.. you seem different.” you smiled sheepishly noticing the blonde staring his face blank, almost nothing giving away how he felt— although his gaze told a different story, dark and cold yet slightly jealous as the light hit his face you noticed how prominent his features were, he called the bartender over ordering a whiskey neat. his voice dripping with condescension. “i’m ryan, it’s a pleasure to meet you..” you turned your head back towards the man who you now know as ryan, he smiled but never with his teeth.. how odd. “i’m y/n, what brings you and your.. friend to this side of town?” you smiled back reaching to shake his hand which he took gently his touch cold and delicate. this part of town wasn’t exactly the place for two men of their very obvious high status. before ryan could speak his friend spoke up, “well sweet girl, we are just enjoying the scenery.” your eyebrow raised, what the fuck was he talking about? you laughed nervously, “hollis, come now. your making her nervous.” ryan spoke gently, hollis laughed coldly in response, “she should be.”

it’s been over a year since you met ryan and hollis, developing a relationship with the both of them— finding out their dirty little secret. you’d often prefer ryan’s company as he was gentle, loving. hollis was everything but that, cruel with his words and rough; with every harsh word came luxurious gifts. they had let you move in with them, keep their eyes on you constantly wether they were there themselves or had someone watching, you knew too much yet they couldn’t get rid of you. in some twisted way you could say it was even love— they both had their ways of showing it.

with time though, hollis became bored of just one girl between the two of them; he sought out another dragging ryan along, you overheard him talking to ryan about it and it made your blood boil, you were devoted to them. two can play that game you thought to yourself, seeing them leave the house you rummaged through your closet putting on a deep red dress with a slit in the side, showing far too much skin. the silk against your skin, the way the colour looked on you.. you knew you would get attention. going through your collection of jewels you ended up pairing the dress with ruby earrings ryan bought you, a beautiful diamond necklace with a large ruby centrepiece that hollis has bought you. putting your heals on you grabbed your purse and walked past one of many people they had to spy on you, you scoffed locking eyes with the man, “i know your going to follow me so keep up yeah?” storming out the door into one of their cars; quickly turning it on as you saw a man run into the car behind you, you sped off.

you parked outside a high end club that you only could get into because of the men you were with. you click lock as you chuck the keys into your purse, heels clicking against the pavement as you easily cut the line; you were a regular after all. the bouncer recognized you immediately and opened the door for you. you scanned around the club, music playing as you spot hollis and ryan circling some girl— you bite the inside of your cheek so hard that it bled, finding the nearest semi-attractive man you could, his gaze was filled with lust it quite frankly made you sick but if they could do this why couldn’t you? there was no time for names you immediately pulled him towards the bar, where he bought you a drink making small talk that you could care less about, mid sentence you interrupted him, “wanna dance?” the man was taken aback but nodded letting you lead the way; hollis and ryan were staring at you now. the way you danced with this stranger was enough to make them want to kill him right there, his hands on your waist, far to close to what was theirs. they had waited long enough, hollis discarded the girl faster than you could blink as he rushed over to you grabbing your arm roughly, ryan watching close to the exit guilt over his face. “home. now.” hollis said through gritted teeth, you looked at him in disgust, “why would i leave when im having such a great time?” you said with a false innocence. the man recognized hollis and backed up apologizing as he scurried away.

hollis’ grip tightened his fingertips burning into your skin, as he dragged you out of the club. once you got outside you shoved him off you, “no! get the fuck off me! you don’t get to leave to find someone to replace me and expect me to be fine!” you hiss through gritted teeth tears bubbling in your eyes. hollis laughed in your face, “how do you think we are supposed to fucking eat y/n, huh? do you ever use your fucking head?” he said lowly almost as a growl as ryan stood behind him sheepishly. “you said you were growing tired of me hollis, i won’t be discarded so easily.” you said solemnly. “we aren’t getting rid of you, y/n. you misheard me.” his grip loosened slightly as he sighed. “y/n, this is a misunderstanding.. please don’t make a scene come back home with us.. please?” ryan spoke softly stepping forward and hollis shot daggers at him with his eyes. “you were going to fuck her.” you hissed sharply refusing to back down you know what you heard, “so fucking what? huh? you know how fast we can replace you?” hollis snarled; you stepped back from him, he was always harsh but not like this. his face softened slightly as he sighed, “we can talk about this at home do not make me throw you over my damn shoulder like a misbehaving child.” you surrendered, getting into their car as ryan called someone to come pick up the car you had drove there.

you sat in the back seat with hollis on your left and ryan on your right, their driver had closed the little window secluding you all from him. you shifted uneasily in your seat as the silence ate at you— what were you supposed to do now?

ryan opened the door as hollis thanked the driver, ryan gave you his hand as he helped you step out; hollis on the other hand had already swung the front door open waiting impatiently for you. ryan smiled slightly trying to make you feel better as you walked inside the house. you felt uneasy just walking through the doorway, hollis’ energy was so strong it almost made you sick; as soon as the door closed hollis swiftly moved over to you, “what were you thinking going out there like that?” he said lowly, your body shivering as you looked up at him, “the same thing you were.” you rolled your eyes, ryan still quiet as ever. “i can fuck who i want to fuck y/n, but i haven’t been because of you. don’t ever question my loyalty to you.” he voice was ice cold; ryan walked up to you rubbing your arm— “we weren’t going to do anything.” his voice soft but you could tell he was upset with you.

hollis looked down at you, a small smirk growing on his face, you could already tell where this was going, he had you wrapped around his finger and you loved it. him and ryan locked eyes a slight nod from ryan was all it took before hollis swiftly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, squirming he slaps your ass roughly causing you to stop immediately. “gunna show you just how much you mean to us doll.” ryan said in a sweet voice trailing behind you and hollis up the stairs. the door to hollis’ bedroom opened quick, throwing you down on the bed as ryan shut the door slowly— turning to face you as hollis pinned you down on the bed, “is this what you wanted? hm? finally got our attention baby make it worth our time.” he spoke with a smug smirk on his face.

as hollis let you go, ryan pulled you up by your face roughly kissing you, biting on your lip so hard it bled. you heard a small chuckle come from him as he sucked on your bottom lip; your core already aching. hollis rummaged through one of his side drawers and pulled out a small blade, the sight of it sent shivers down your spine as you tried to keep up with ryan’s kissing, it’s like he was devouring you and you fucking loved it. every part of you loved it; how they would mark you up showing everyone who you belonged to— quite frankly it made you wetter thinking about the cold blade against your soft delicate skin.

without warning hollis rips your dress off as you gasp, “i’ll buy you a new one.” he says sharply as he pulled you away from ryan, shooting a glare at him as he saw your swollen lips. he slowly traced the knife down the centre of your chest as your breath hitched at the sensation, he wasn’t pushing down hard enough to draw blood but you could feel all the hairs on your arms raise as you shook slightly. hollis had you right where he wanted you with ryan watching he quickly undid your bra exposing your chest fully. “so fucking beautiful, isn’t she ryan?” hollis admired your bare chest as ryan nodded his cock growing hard already as he saw you like this, so vulnerable and all theirs; only theirs.

ryan pulled your face towards him, fumbling his belt off as his pants dropped a small wet spot on his underwear from his leaking tip, you bit your lip looking up at him slowly pulling his boxers down his cock slapped his stomach. ryan grabbed your face gently as you took him in your mouth, hollis on the other side of you stroking himself as you were on all fours. ryan started slow as he gently fucked your face admiring how good you looked with his cock in your mouth, “such a good girl.” he praised as your underwear got wetter. hollis pulled your thong to the side as he roughly rammed himself into you causing you to take ryan completely down your throat you gagged slightly as tears ran down your cheeks, ryan threw his head back trying to hold back moans as hollis grabbed your hips thrusting into you like it was his last day on earth. “needy girl look at you.” hollis groaned as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. you moaned out but it was barely audible from how far ryan was in your throat. the vibration almost sent him over the edge as he whimpered softly, grabbing your hair to keep your head still for him as he bucked his hips. hollis knew every spot to hit, he had you completely unfolding between them, hollis could barely talk as he was so focused on showing you just how much they own you. you cried out softly as a knot in your stomach slowly started forming, legs shaking as you could barely hold yourself up anymore; hollis went faster and harder reaching his hand down to your swollen clit rubbing in slow deliberate circles, “cum for us baby that’s it.” he said as he continued to fuck you, the noises coming from all three of you were guttural, animal like. you felt your eyes roll back as you became undone on hollis’ cock, legs shaking as hollis felt you tighten around him— he moaned out. ryan was trying so hard to wait to cum but seeing you like this always made him weak, he jerked slightly as he looked into your eyes shooting his warm load into your throat. hollis came soon after but he wasn’t done yet. “your turn ryan.” he said as he pulled himself out of you as you collapsed onto the bed weak from how hard he was fucking you. hollis still had the small blade and he planned on using it, ryan positioned himself behind you teasing you slightly as he rubbed his cock down your slit. you moaned out weakly, hollis helped lift you up as ryan took hold of your hips, hollis holding your face his eyes burning with desire as he gently put himself in your mouth, without warning his sliced your cheek open blood slowly seeping down as he used a finger to collect some; putting it in his mouth just to taste you. ryan rammed himself into you digging his nails into your hips as he said soft praises to you, hollis collected more of the blood pooling at your cheek and stuck his hand out to ryan who pathetically licked it off his fingers. this was enough to send him over the edge as he groaned burying himself deeper inside you as hollis came in your mouth. there that feeling was again; the knot forming as you became overstimulated, you were a moaning mess. as ryan reached his high so did you. collapsing once more as ryan pulled out of you. ryan had let you lay down giving you time to rest as hollis placed himself on the bed next to you, kissing down your delicate neck leaving bite marks everywhere he could; marking you as theirs.

ryan had come back into the room with a warm wet rag and a bandage for your face, he gently lifted your legs up and helped clean you up, “you did so good for us baby.” he smiled at you, you were far to exhausted to even say anything. he hovered above your as he clean the cut on your face covering it with the bandage. he placed a gentle kiss on your lips as he laid down on the other side of you, hollis had his arm around you as you cuddled into his chest— ryan spooning you at the same time. rubbing your back soothingly as he kissed the back of your neck, soon enough you passed out.

hollis decided maybe they could keep you for awhile longer.

a/n hi lovelies i was supposed to have this out last night but i ended up hammered at the club 💔

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[angelbabytay222]

teachers pet//

professor!hollis, public sex if you squint, softdom!hollis, student!reader, fem!reader, sub!reader, toxic!hollis, cheater!hollis, piv, oral fem! receiving, smut.

summary: you promised yourself you would end your relationship with your college professor, hollis. but the day after your end things he has other things in mind, you were his and only his.

not proofread!

you sat down in your seat, your gaze locking onto his immediately, your professor hollis and you had shared quite an intimate relationship, you knew it was wrong that’s why you ended things with him last night— he didn’t take it well. you fidgeting in your seat as your classmates poured into the lecture hall, chatting amongst themselves about whatever they thought was interesting; you on the other hand were almost shaking you were so nervous. hollis’ gaze almost never left yours, as he spoke he would constantly be looking at you, his gaze was cold you could tell how mad he was.

he had wanted to start a life with you, away from where you lived and everyone around you; he thought you deserved better and that he could be that for you. but he had a wife, who you knew about when you first started seeing him. you loved the rush but how could you do that to another person you often thought to yourself, that’s why you knew you had to end it. but hollis didn’t see it that way, and he wasn’t going to let go of you so easily.

you could cut the tension with a knife, you thought about getting up and leaving but you cared too much about school, you needed to graduate and hollis being hollis, would find a way to get in the way of that if you wanted to leave. you slumped down in your chair feeling slightly defeated, sitting through his entire lecture, you began to grab your things ready to leave— your classmate all slowly left as hollis called out to you, “miss y/l/n please stay back, we have to discuss a few things.” he said sharply. you scoffed, grabbing your bag as you walked towards his office as he was standing in the door way waiting for you, once you walked in the door clicked behind you locking itself as hollis leaned against the door. “what is it that you want from me y/n? i have done so much for you and risked so much for you just for you to try and leave me?” his tone switched from angry to genuinely upset, you couldn’t help but to feel bad. you met his gaze he looked utterly helpless, like he had no plans of a future without you. you dropped your bag as you placed yourself on top of his desk, “hollis, your married..” you spoke softly— he rolled his eyes as he stepped towards you, “and i told you i would leave her, me and her have nothing together; she’s not who i want.” he was quick with his words as he slowly hovered over you.

you let out a long sigh, closing your eyes briefly as you felt hollis cup your cheeks, “i love you, i don’t want to lose you y/n..” his touch was soft, you couldn’t help but to lean into it. you didn’t want this to end either, if he really meant what he said then maybe.. just maybe you could give it another shot. you opened your eyes looking up at him, “i love you too..” you said quietly, hollis immediately perked up smirking slightly as he lifted up your chin, “i knew you’d come to your senses pretty girl, you always do. so smart..” he trailed off as his thumb grazed over your lip. he pulled back for a moment, admiring the way you placed yourself upon his desk, legs crossed as your skirt rode up your thighs slightly; he groaned, “your going to be the death of me.”

you smiled innocently, his hands trailing down your thighs, placing kisses down your neck as he spread your legs open gently looking up at you, you nodded eagerly as you bit your lip gently; he slid your underwear down tossing them aside before licking a stripe down your already aching core. you let out a small moan as hollis grabs your thighs roughly, looking up at you as he ate you hungrily— thoroughly enjoying the sweet noises you made as he sucked on your clit causing you to grab his hair, his glasses tilted sideways from your thighs. his face became flushed, his cheeks becoming redder by the second as you arch your back his moans sending vibrations through your body, you slowly grind into his face chasing your release as you cried out his name softly, nearly sending him over the edge right there.

he groaned into you, as you grabbed his hair roughly— eyes fluttering from the pure bliss you were in as hollis made paintings with his tongue, hitting every spot you so desperately needed touched. your breaths quickened as you whined feeling the knot in your stomach slowly undoing itself; hollis noticed almost immediately keeping the same pace as he looked up at you, unable to keep yourself together you buck your hips upward panting as you came in his mouth body shaking while hollis pulled away satisfied with what he had done.

his jeans straining as he stood up, placing himself in between your legs—grabbing your cheek as he kissed you roughly, “such a good girl for me..” he purred into the kiss as he smirked. his praise sent goosebumps all over your body as you desperately kissed him, hollis reached a hand down to his belt fiddling with it as he threw it on the floor, with one swift movement he dropped his jeans; you had seen his cock many times yet the sight still made you shiver from his size. he tilted his head a smug smirk on his face, “don’t worry baby it’s still yours.” he hummed before gently rubbing his flushed tip down the slit of your pussy, you whimpered at the sensation needing more— hollis shook his head moving a hand to your chin, “and your still all mine, nobody else’s. next time you want to try and leave remember nobody can make you feel this way.” he huffed as he slammed himself into you causing you to gasp, instinctively you grabbed onto hollis. his hand made his way down to your neck as he fucked up into you hitting your sensitive spot, he squeezed gently as he bucked his hips quickening his pace— the sound of skin slapping filled his office as you moaned out feeling every inch of him. he made sure to fill you right up, he loved watching you scrim under him as you grew overstimulated from your first orgasm.

he grabbed onto your hips keeping you still as he fucked you relentlessly, panting as he praised you; it felt like you were in heaven each thrust sending you closer to the edge till you couldn’t take anymore. “h-holli g’na cum..” you mewled as you placed your head on the crook of his neck, his rhythm changing as he grinding up into you, “cum for me baby, show me who you belong to.” he groaned through gritted teeth as he felt himself becoming closer. he fucked you hard and fast fucking the moans and bratty attitude out of you, you felt your walk clench around him becoming undone on his cock, your body twitched as your mind went blank for a moment. hollis’ pace slowed as he groaned cumming inside of you his fingertips digging into your hips as he panted pulling out of you slowly. “you know you’ll always be my number one girl right y/n? i’d do anything to keep you, your my favourite for a reason sweetheart..” he trailed off as you tried to catch your breath his sweet nothings going in one ear and out the other.

maybe he was worth all of the trouble, after all who could say no to that? he knew just as well as you did how this was going to end, yet you wouldn’t change a thing— or maybe he was serious about starting a life with you; starting all over again just to feel you next to him for the rest of your lives. only the future knows doesn’t it?

a/n this is quite short lovelies i have longer fics im working on for you all as well as a vamp!ryan and vamp!hollis part2 for yall. in the meantime ill try and feed you all with blurbs and short fics like this :3

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tags// @watercolorskyy @angelverse222 @8ella222 @bbyb3lls @sweet2sin

[angelbabytay222]

vamp!conceal headcannons

nsfw/sfw

- vamp!ryan who ruts into you needily like he can’t get enough of you, always needing to be deeper

- vamp!ryan who can’t help but to watch you from afar, admiring you— or watching you like prey. either way he’d have his way with you.

- vamp!ryan who can’t sleep without you, needing to be with you 24/7 or he loses his mind.

- vamp!ryan who would kill any man for looking at you the wrong way; romantic? or possessive.. either way you aren’t leaving anytime soon.

- vamp!ryan who leaves flowers for you everyday before he leaves somewhere, always red roses.

- vamp!ryan who once he starts he can’t stop, he turns animalistic; practically growling in your ear as he ruts into you, holding you so hard he leaves bruises.

- vamp!ryan who carries polaroids of you in his wallet, wether they are you half naked or you sitting pretty at an expensive dinner he paid for; he can’t help but to stare at them whenever he’s away from you.

- vamp!ryan who leaves love bites all over you, marking you as his.

- vamp!ryan who only buys you the finest things, from jewelry to designer clothes.

- vamp!ryan who eats you out like he’s starved, lapping at your wet folds like your his last meal. pulling you closer to his face as he buries himself between your thighs.

tags// @watercolorskyy @angelverse222 @8ella222 @bbyb3lls @sweet2sin

a/n// hey yall.. long time no see😀 currently going through a crisis but i’m trying to push out the stuff i have in my works rn and this was one. enjoy lovelies <2

[iwantwind2blow]

Rommulas × F!Reader

"Your ex shows up high at your door."

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3..

God.

You shoved some popcorn into your mouth just to break the moment.

“Stop staring,” you said, muffled.

“Can’t,” he replied quietly.

You shot him a look. “You absolutely can.”

He shook his head a little, slow, stubborn even like this.

“Haven’t seen you in two months,” he said. “Lemme look.”

Your chest tightened again.

You hated how simple he made things sound.

Like it was that easy.

Like nothing else mattered.

You looked away first, focusing on the TV, even though nothing was playing yet.

“…You’re still annoying,” you muttered.

A faint huff of a laugh left him, real this time, even if it was quiet.

“Yeah,” he said. “You like that.”

You scoffed, but there was no heat in it. “You’re delusional.”

“Little bit,” he admitted.

Silence settled again, but it felt… different now.

Less sharp.

Still fragile, still complicated — but softer around the edges.

You reached for the remote, turning something random on just to fill the space with noise.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

You ate your popcorn.

He watched you.

Occasionally sipping the leftover water, occasionally shifting slightly like he couldn’t fully get comfortable in his own body.

And then—

“…Missed this,” he murmured.

You didn’t look at him. “Watching TV?”

A small pause.

Then, quieter—

“…Being near you.”

Your hand paused halfway to the bowl.

There it was again.

That thing he kept doing, saying simple shit that landed way too deep.

You exhaled slowly, forcing yourself to keep your tone steady. “You lost that, Roman.”

“I know.”

Always that.

Always I know.

You finally looked at him again.

He wasn’t smiling now.

Just… watching you. Calm. Honest. A little broken.

“I’m not trying to get it back tonight,” he added softly, like he could feel where your mind went.

That made you hesitate.

“…Then what are you doing?” you asked, quieter now.

He thought for a second — actually thought.

Then shrugged slightly, eyes still on you.

“Just sitting here,” he said. “With you.”

Simple.

Again.

Too simple.

You stared at him for a second longer… then looked back at the TV, grabbing another handful of popcorn.

“…You’re staying on that side,” you muttered.

A faint smile pulled at his lips again.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I know.”

But he didn’t stop looking at you.

And you didn’t tell him to.

You kept your eyes on the TV for a second longer, chewing slowly, like you were deciding whether to say it or not.

Then you looked at him.

“You said you came because you wanted to see me… to know that I still exist,” you said, brows pulling together slightly. “The fuck do you mean by that?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Of course he didn’t.

His head tilted back against the couch, eyes drifting to the ceiling like he was trying to find the words up there. His fingers rubbed slowly against each other, restless, unfocused.

“It sounds crazy,” he murmured.

“It does,” you replied immediately.

A faint breath left him, not quite a laugh.

“Yeah.”

Silence stretched for a second.

Then his gaze dropped back to you.

“Everything’s been… off,” he said slowly. “Since you left.”

You didn’t correct him.

Didn’t say since we broke up.

He noticed.

“I don’t mean like— sad,” he added, frowning slightly like he was trying to explain something he didn’t fully understand himself. “I mean… not real.”

Your expression shifted, just a little.

“What does that even mean?” you asked, quieter now.

He shrugged faintly, frustrated.

“Like I’m there, but I’m not,” he said. “Talking to people, doing shit, shows, whatever… and it’s just— noise.” His jaw tightened slightly. “Faces blur. Conversations don’t stick. I don’t remember half of it the next day.”

You watched him carefully now.

He wasn’t exaggerating.

Wasn’t performing.

“…And you?” you asked.

His eyes flickered.

“You didn’t,” he said simply.

Your breath caught, barely noticeable.

“I remember you,” he continued, softer now. “All of it. Dumb shit, too. The way you—” he gestured vaguely, frustrated again, “—how you move around your place, how you get annoyed at small things, the way you eat—” a faint, almost dazed look crossed his face, “—like right now.”

You looked down at your hand holding the popcorn.

Then back at him.

“That’s creepy,” you muttered, but it lacked real bite.

He shook his head slightly. “No, it’s just—”

He stopped.

Tried again.

“You’re… clear,” he said.

That word landed weirdly.

“Everything else feels like I’m looking through something,” he went on, tapping lightly near his temple. “Like there’s a layer between me and it. But you—”

A pause.

His voice dropped.

“You don’t.”

Silence.

You stared at him, your chest tightening in a way you didn’t like.

“That doesn’t mean anything, Roman,” you said after a second, even if it sounded more like you were convincing yourself. “That’s just— you being fucked up all the time.”

“I know,” he said.

Again.

But this time, he didn’t stop there.

“That’s why I came,” he added quietly.

You frowned. “That doesn’t make it better.”

“I didn’t say it did.”

A beat.

“I just—” he swallowed slightly, eyes dropping for a second before coming back to you, “—needed to check.”

“Check what?”

“That you were still like this.”

Your brows pulled together. “Like what?”

He looked at you for a long second.

Then, softer—

“Real.”

Your chest tightened again, sharper this time.

You let out a quiet, disbelieving breath, shaking your head slightly. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yeah,” he murmured.

But he didn’t look away.

Didn’t take it back.

And that was the problem.

Because as much as you wanted to brush it off, reduce it to him being high, him being messy, him being *him*—

There was something about the way he said it that didn’t feel like bullshit.

That felt… grounded.

You looked away first, jaw tightening slightly.

“…You don’t get to come here just because I make you feel real,” you said quietly.

“I know.”

Always that.

Always I know.

But he didn’t argue.

Didn’t push.

He just sat there, watching you like you were something steady in a world that kept slipping through his fingers.

And the worst part?

A small, quiet part of you understood exactly what he meant.

You let out a sharp breath, setting the popcorn down harder than you meant to.

The sound cut through the room.

“Stop saying that,” you snapped, turning to him fully now. “Stop acting like I’m some—some anchor you can just come back to whenever your life gets too fucked up.”

His expression didn’t change much.

That almost made it worse.

“I’m not,” he said quietly.

“You are,” you shot back immediately. “That’s exactly what you’re doing. You disappear, you ruin everything, you turn into—” you gestured at him, frustrated, “—this, and then you show up at my door talking about how I’m the only thing that feels real?”

Your voice cracked slightly at the end, and you hated that.

“I didn’t come to put that on you,” he said.

“But you did!” you snapped. “You don’t even hear yourself, Roman. You’re basically saying you needed me so you wouldn’t feel like you’re losing your mind.”

A pause.

He didn’t deny it.

Didn’t defend it.

“…Yeah,” he said.

That hit harder than if he’d argued.

You stared at him, thrown off for a second. “That’s not okay.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you here?”

His jaw tightened slightly, something flickering across his face now, not anger, not exactly, but something closer to frustration. Not at you.

At himself.

“Because I didn’t know what else to do tonight,” he said, a little sharper now, even if his voice was still low. “I tried not coming. I tried staying away. I did that for two months.”

You crossed your arms tighter. “Good. You should’ve kept doing that.”

Something in his expression cracked at that.

Small.

Quick.

But there.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Probably.”

Silence hit again, heavier this time.

Tense.

Charged.

You swallowed, your chest rising and falling a little faster now. “You don’t get to miss me like this and then just show up. You don’t get to want me back when it’s convenient for you.”

“I don’t want something convenient,” he said, a little more firmly now.

You scoffed. “Oh, really? Because this looks pretty convenient to me. You’re high, you feel like shit, and suddenly it’s ‘I need my girl again.’”

His head snapped slightly at that.

Not aggressive.

But immediate.

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s what you meant.”

“No,” he said, more solid now despite everything else about him being unsteady. “It’s not.”

You held his gaze, challenging.

“Then say it properly,” you said. “Say what you actually mean.”

A long pause.

You could see it, the way he hesitated, the way his fingers curled slightly into his palms, like whatever he was about to say mattered more than everything else he’d said tonight.

“…I don’t just miss you when I’m like this,” he said finally.

Quieter.

But clearer.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

“I miss you when I wake up,” he went on, voice steady in a way that cut through the haze he’d been in all night. “I miss you when shit’s loud, when it’s quiet, when I’m sober, when I’m not. It’s not—” he shook his head slightly, frustrated, “—it’s not a convenience thing.”

Your throat felt tight.

“You still fucked it up,” you said, but it came out softer than before.

“I know.”

“And you still chose all that over me.”

His jaw tightened again.

“I didn’t choose it over you,” he said. “I just… didn’t stop it. And that’s the same thing, I know.”

At least he wasn’t lying.

That almost pissed you off more.

“You don’t get points for being self-aware,” you muttered.

“I’m not asking for points.”

“Then what are you asking for?” you shot back.

That was the question.

The real one.

It hung there between you, heavy, unavoidable.

And for the first time since he got here—

He didn’t answer right away.

Didn’t deflect.

Didn’t say I know.

He just looked at you.

Really looked.

Like this was it. Like whatever came out of his mouth now actually mattered.

“…Nothing,” he said finally.

You frowned immediately. “That’s bullshit.”

“It’s not,” he insisted quietly. “I’m not asking you to take me back. I’m not asking you to fix anything. I know I don’t get that.”

“Then why are you here?” you demanded again, frustration bleeding through.

His voice dropped.

“Because I still love you.”

Silence.

It hit harder than anything else.

No hesitation.

No softness to cushion it.

Just… said.

Raw.

Real.

And suddenly the room felt too small again.

Your chest tightened, your mind scrambling for something, anger, logic, anything to push back with.

But for a second—

You had nothing.

And then,

It snapped.

Not slowly.

Not gracefully.

It just snapped.

You stood up so fast the bowl slipped from your hands, hitting the floor with a dull crack, popcorn scattering everywhere like it didn’t matter anymore, because it didn’t.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” your voice broke out of you, louder than anything you’d said all night. “Now you say that? Now you decide to show up and drop that on me like it’s supposed to mean something?”

Roman didn’t move.

Didn’t even flinch at the noise.

He just sat there, eyes on you, quiet.

That made it worse.

“You don’t get to do that!” you went on, pacing now, hands shaking as everything you’d been holding in for two months started clawing its way out. “You don’t get to come in here, high out of your mind, after disappearing on me, after making me feel like I was nothing, and say you love me like it fixes anything!”

“I’m not saying it fixes—”

“Then why say it?!” you cut him off immediately, voice cracking. “What, you think I don’t know that? You think that’s the problem?”

Your chest was rising fast now, breath uneven, words spilling over each other.

“The problem is you loved me and still chose everything else anyway,” you said, the anger sharpening into something deeper, something that hurt. “You loved me and still left me sitting alone while you were out getting fucked up, not answering your phone, not even remembering half the shit you did!”

He swallowed slightly.

Still didn’t interrupt.

“You made me feel crazy,” you went on, voice shaking harder now. “Like I was asking for too much just because I wanted you to be there. Like I was competing with drugs, with random people, with your fucking lifestyle—”

You let out a broken, breathless laugh.

“Do you know how pathetic that feels? To be in a relationship and still feel like you’re begging someone to choose you?”

Roman’s gaze dropped for a second at that.

Then back up.

Still quiet.

Still taking it.

“You stopped looking at me like I mattered,” you said, softer now, but it cut deeper. “You were there, but you weren’t there. I’d talk to you and it was like you were somewhere else. And I kept trying— I kept trying to pull you back, to fix it, to help you—”

Your voice broke.

“I was right there, Roman. I didn’t leave. You did.”

Silence.

Heavy.

You dragged a hand across your face, shaking your head like you were trying to get control back, but it was gone now. Everything you’d buried two months ago was out, raw and messy and impossible to take back.

“And the worst part?” you said, your voice quieter now but trembling, “I still loved you through all of it. I stayed. I made excuses for you. I told myself you were just going through something, that you’d come back, that you were still you under all that shit.”

You looked at him again, eyes burning.

“And you didn’t.”

That landed.

You could see it.

But he didn’t defend himself.

Didn’t argue.

Didn’t try to twist it.

He just sat there, shoulders slightly slumped, hands resting between his knees, looking at you like he already knew every word you were saying was true.

Like he’d been waiting to hear it.

Like he deserved it.

“…Say something,” you demanded, your voice smaller now, but sharper. “For once, just— say something.”

A pause.

He inhaled slowly.

Then—

“You’re right.”

That was it.

No excuses.

No “but.”

Just that.

And somehow, that hurt more than anything else.

Your face twisted slightly, frustration and hurt colliding all over again. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“What else is there?” he asked quietly.

You stared at him, stunned.

“I fucked it up,” he went on, voice low, steady in a way that didn’t try to run from anything. “Everything you said— that’s exactly what I did.”

Your chest tightened.

“I wasn’t there,” he admitted. “I chose shit that didn’t matter over you. I made you feel like you had to compete for me.”

A small pause.

His jaw tightened slightly.

“…You shouldn’t have had to do that.”

Silence filled the room again.

You stood there, breathing uneven, surrounded by the mess on the floor, your thoughts loud and tangled and hurting.

And he just sat there.

Looking at you like—

Like he wasn’t going to fight you on any of it.

Like he knew he’d already lost.

That… took the air out of you.

Not all at once.

But enough.

Your anger didn’t disappear, it was still there, buzzing under your skin, sharp and alive, but it didn’t have anything to push against anymore.

No fight.

No denial.

No excuses.

Just him… sitting there, taking it.

And somehow that felt worse than if he’d yelled back.

You let out a shaky breath, running both hands through your hair, turning away from him for a second like you needed space, even though the apartment was too small for that to mean anything.

“…You don’t get to just agree with me like that,” you muttered.

Behind you, his voice came out quieter.

“I’m not agreeing to make it easier.”

You scoffed weakly. “Feels like it.”

“It’s not,” he said. “It’s just true.”

That word again.

True.

You closed your eyes for a second, jaw tightening, then turned back to him.

He hadn’t moved.

Still sitting there the same way, elbows on his knees now, hands loosely clasped, looking up at you, not challenging, not pleading.

Just… there.

Waiting.

“I wanted you to fight for us,” you said suddenly.

The words came out softer.

Raw.

Like they’d been sitting in your chest for too long.

His expression shifted slightly at that.

“I did,” he said.

You shook your head immediately. “No. Not like that. Not half-assed, not when it was already falling apart. I mean actually fight.”

Your voice wavered.

“I wanted you to look at me and realize you were about to lose me and do something about it.”

Silence.

His gaze dropped to the floor for a second.

“…I know,” he said.

Your chest tightened again.

“I kept waiting,” you went on, your voice quieter now, but heavier. “I kept thinking, ‘okay, this is the part where he wakes up. This is the part where he comes back to me.’”

A small, broken breath left you.

“And you didn’t.”

That hung there.

Heavy.

Final.

He nodded slightly, almost to himself.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “I didn’t.”

No excuses.

Again.

You stared at him, searching for something anything that would make this easier to process.

But all you found was that same quiet acceptance.

And something else underneath it.

Regret.

Real, ugly regret.

“I thought about it,” he said after a moment, voice low, careful. “After you left.”

Your brows pulled together slightly.

“I thought about coming after you. Fixing it. Saying all this shit earlier.” A small pause. “Sober.”

You swallowed.

“…And?” you asked.

His jaw tightened.

“I didn’t think you’d open the door.”

That hit.

Hard.

Your expression faltered for just a second.

“I didn’t think I deserved it,” he added.

Silence.

You looked at him, really looked at the way he sat there, smaller somehow, like everything that used to make him feel untouchable had been stripped away.

“…So you just didn’t try?” you asked quietly.

A beat.

Then—

“Yeah.”

God.

You let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, but there was no humor in it.

“That’s so fucking stupid,” you said, shaking your head.

“I know.”

Always that.

But this time—

You didn’t snap at it.

You just stood there, the anger, the hurt, the love, all of it tangled up in your chest so tight it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

The popcorn crunched under your foot when you shifted your weight.

Neither of you looked down.

“…You made the decision for me,” you said finally, voice low. “You didn’t give me a choice.”

His eyes lifted back to yours.

And for the first time—

There was something close to fear there.

“I’m here now,” he said quietly.

You held his gaze.

“Yeah,” you replied.

A pause.

Then, softer—

“And that’s the problem.”

He flinched.

Not dramatically, just enough that you caught it.

Like that landed exactly where it was supposed to.

Silence stretched again, thick and uncomfortable, filling every corner of the room. The only sound was something faint from outside, a car passing, distant voices, life continuing like this moment wasn’t sitting here, heavy and unresolved.

You crossed your arms, more out of instinct than attitude now, like you needed something to hold yourself together.

“You don’t just get to show up now,” you said, quieter but sharper. “You don’t get to disappear for two months and then come back like—” you gestured vaguely at him, “—like I’m still yours.”

His jaw tightened at that.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

That hit a nerve.

You saw it in the way he shifted, the way his fingers flexed slightly like he was holding something back.

“I’m not acting like you’re mine,” he said, voice still controlled, but lower now. “I’m here because I needed to see you.”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “Yeah, you keep saying that. Why?”

This time, he didn’t answer immediately.

He looked at you, really looked, like he was trying to figure out how much truth you could take without walking away.

“…Because I started forgetting things,” he said finally.

Your brows pulled together.

“What?”

“Not like—” he shook his head slightly, frustrated with himself. “Not literally. Just… small shit. The way you sound in the morning. The way you look at me when you’re about to say something sarcastic. The way you—”

He cut himself off, exhaling through his nose.

“And I didn’t like that,” he finished, quieter.

Something in your chest twisted.

“I didn’t want you to become… something I used to have.”

The words hung there.

Too honest.

Too late.

You swallowed, your throat suddenly tight.

“So what?” you said, trying to hold onto your edge. “You came here to refresh your memory? That’s it?”

“No.”

That came faster.

Stronger.

He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees again, eyes locked onto yours now with something more grounded, more present.

“I came because I realized I didn’t just lose you,” he said. “I let you go.”

Your breath caught, just for a second.

“And I needed to see if that was… permanent.”

There it was.

The real question.

Not why he came.

But what you were going to do with it.

Your expression hardened again, but it wasn’t as steady as before.

“You don’t get to ask me that like it’s a yes or no question,” you said. “It’s not that simple.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” you shot back. “Because it feels like you think you can just walk back in here, look at me like that, say a couple of pretty, sad things, and suddenly everything’s—” you stopped yourself, shaking your head. “—fixable.”

“I don’t think that,” he said quietly.

“Then what do you think?”

A pause.

He sat back slightly this time, dragging a hand over his face before letting it fall.

“I think I fucked up something good,” he said. “And I don’t know if I can fix it.”

Your chest tightened again.

“But I’m here anyway,” he added. “Because not trying feels worse now than it did back then.”

That—

That almost made you laugh again.

Almost.

“Convenient,” you muttered.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

No defense.

No pride.

Just—

Acceptance.

And it was so frustrating.

You turned away again, pressing your lips together, blinking hard like you were trying to keep everything from spilling over in the wrong way.

“…You always do that,” you said under your breath.

“Do what?”

“Make it hard to hate you.”

That slipped out before you could stop it.

And the second it did—

You wished it hadn’t.

Because now he knew.

He didn’t smile.

Didn’t move.

But something in his expression softened in a way that made your stomach twist.

“I’m not trying to,” he said.

“I know,” you whispered.

That was the problem.

Another long pause.

Then, after a moment, you let your arms drop to your sides, shoulders slumping just slightly.

“…I missed you,” you admitted.

It came out quiet.

Barely there.

Like saying it too loud would make it more real than you were ready for.

He didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t rush it.

Just listened.

“I was so fucking mad at you,” you continued, voice wavering now. “But I still—” you exhaled shakily, looking down for a second. “—I still caught myself reaching for my phone. Or thinking about telling you something. Or—”

You cut yourself off, shaking your head.

“Stupid shit.”

“It’s not stupid.”

You looked back at him.

He meant it.

Of course he did.

That just made it worse.

“…I don’t know what to do with you,” you said honestly.

And for the first time—

He didn’t have an answer.

He just nodded, slow, understanding.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

Another beat.

Then, softer—

“You don’t have to decide right now.”

You studied him for a second, like you were trying to figure out if that was real or just another thing he was saying to keep you from pushing him out the door.

“…And if I decide I don’t want this anymore?” you asked.

His jaw tightened again.

There it was.

That flicker of something heavier.

But he didn’t look away.

“Then I leave,” he said.

Simple.

Direct.

It hurt more than anything else he’d said.

Because this time—

It wasn’t avoidance.

It was respect.

And somehow, that made your chest ache even more.

You nodded slowly, like you were accepting that… even if you didn’t like it.

The room went quiet again.

But this time—

It wasn’t as sharp.

Just… heavy.

Uncertain.

And sitting right between the two of you.