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bang chan recs (18+)
key: !!! = personal favourite, s = smut, f = fluff, a = angst
add. notes: hai :3 i know i said i would make a skz recs list but the minute i scrolled thru my likes n started saving from chan onwards, i realised i had Too many recommended fics for him (this list is like 40 fics/drabbles long....) so i decided to just make member separate posts instead!!! i tried not to have repeats of authors to give u guys a broader scope to choose from n also sorry in advance that i yapped so much abt them it's just like . these r my all time fav authors so it's expected. anyways i hope u guys love these works as much as i do bcs they r from some of my absolute fav creators n plz give them lots of love n always make sure to appreciate these ppl <3
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hopelessly devoted to you â @changbunnies (!!!, s, a?)
this was literally a 11/10 fic like i am not even joking rn. i luv greaser chan n even tho he messed up, the way he makes it up to mc is so so soooo sweet. the fact that he's so gone n pussydrunk while eating her out, the sweetness in how he holds her n fucks her is all too mindnumbing n i hope u continue writing bcs u r amazing at it!! i will always come back 2 this when i need a pick me up fr
2. bad idea â @hyunsvngs (!!!, s)
JUNOOOOO my lovely baby.... i adore u n all ur work always but this fic. This Fic. it changed the trajectory of my life. like not even kidding but i was a different person when i started reading this n when i finished it i was Changed. life is worth living now, the grass is greener n the birds always sing 2 me which i firmly believe is bcs of u n this beautiful yummy fic. i fucking LOVE stepdad chan sm like there's smth so gross n nasty abt fucking ur mom's bf n even tho mc is a menace, i still loved it. never stop doing what u do!!!
3. 1095 days â @luvyeni (s)
EX INMATE CHAN RAHHHHH!! i have akshewally been following ur work for so long n i LOVE!! the way u write :3 thank u for always churning out ur work so fast n being so good at what u do. im obv a sucker for daddy kink considering i eat it up every time n it's so fucking good i love how chan cares for mc n the way he gives it to her once he's back. mark my words i will EAT this man up n this fic whenever i stumble across it
4. milk and honey â @straykeedz (s, f, a?)
user straykeedz u have to stop... ur work too addicting n perfect.. ur depiction of chan too real n crazy (/pos)... they're gonna get u... but seriously i love bffs2lovers so bad n the way u always characterise chan n make him call mc so many cute pet names melts my heart :( i've also been following U for a long time n even tho everything u write is so so soooo good, this has to be one of my faves alongside ur inexperienced chan fic. i hope u don't pressure urself too much to update n jus do what u have to do :D
5. my wife â @chrizzztopherbang (s, f)
ngl i Think this is my first fic from u cus i followed u bcs of it n that's a given honestly cus newly turned husband chan?? eating his wife out metres away from his friends n family on the other side of the door n fucking her within an inch of her life right after they're pronounced husband n wife?? i love it i loved their bickering over who's a pervert n i just love the idea of mc finally calling the love of her life hers forever. i hope they r always happy alongside u
6. sweet nothing â @frenchkisstheabyss (!!!, s, f, a)
this fic actually changed me as a person too not even kidding. i EAT UP exes to lovers n the portrayal of it was so good here bcs there's so much unspoken tension between the two n then chan begging mc to not leave again n her promising she won't bcs all she wants to do is be his at last?? AWOOGAAAAA i need him so bad it's jinja michin (i am so cringe sorry..) ANYWAYS!! i hope u know tattoo artist + ex bangchan is a crazy combo n that the makeup sex was HOT HOT HOT!!! plz keep writing i adore u <3
7. pick you up â @moonchild9350 (!!!, s)
see idk if this is tmi but sex where ure being picked up n fucked is downright nasty in the best possible way n i fear i need to get railed like that by chan so u writing abt is literally u making my fantasies come true. this fic was a delicious mix of cute w chan telling mc he only works out so he can pick her up (based off of his bbl texts obv) n hot w him Actually fucking her within an inch of her life. i love all ur work tee bee eich so keep doing what ur doing!!!
8. spring has sprung â @cbini (!!!, f, s)
miss ems where do i even begin with u.. (u probably Do Not Know me but i know u smirk emoji. soz that was weird erm but ya i am the binnie anon who said u deserve changbin LOLZ) this fic was the perfect mix of cuteness w raw passionate fucking i love the idea of chan getting hard bcs ur dressed so preciously in a pretty dress i think it's rooted somewhere in his slight corruption kink which comes out def when u r all dolled up for him. anyways u never miss n i hope u know that <3
9. walking in on rooomate!chan / pt. 2 â @kacciidubs (!!!, s, f)
going 2 be very honest here i do not even remember what happened in part 1 bcs part 2 of this roommate chan fic actually blew my mind away like Seriously user kacciidubs u r insane!!! all ur work never misses n i am always so eager whenever u post bcs i've been following u n loving everything u put out for so long. ofc ur chan work is my favourite as u can tell but this fic... this fic was crazy the switch between daddy n sir oh my god what if i cream my pants rn. plz never stop writing <3
10. last nerve / pt. 2 â @cb97percent (!!!, s)
user cb97percent let me just preface this by saying whatever u write is INSANE. like i already knew u were a great writer but this fic? changed me as a person not even joking rn. the way mc n chan banter n how chan's an asshole who is pissed off how he can't get it up anymore unless he fucks mc is so funny n how the raw passion between them results in the best sex Ever. n ofc the ending w minho took me out n Yea i just . i have no words plz never stop writing to u as well
11. hush â @petrichor-han (s)
sucker for exhibitionism n sucker for chan so what better way to comemorate this occasion than by reading abt it? this entire scenario was so hot like honestly i can totally imagine chan's bitchass doing this bcs he's so cheeky in nature he would lose himself from the thrill of almost getting caught. u r amazing as always thank u for churning out so much content for kinktober may god or whoever u believe in bless u with eternal inspiration
12. daddy!chan helping you shave â @hyunjins-orange-slice-too (!!!, s, f)
i sent u an ask already talking abt how much i love u n everything u write but THIS. this made me weak in the knees bcs i have imagined this very scenario so many times if im being brutally honest. there's smth so sweet n domestic abt the act of helping ur partner shave n with daddy chan in the mix? kill me now plz. the way he asks if he can play w mc once he's done n how he sternly instructs her to be safe like omgkjdfjhjdfgjhhjg need him in ways that give the pits of hell a run for its money w how hot n nasty im abt to be fr
13. one last time â @baby-yongbok (!!!, s, a?)
like i said, i am a sucker for the exes to lovers pipeline alongside husband chan so while this isn't Either of those things entirely it still scratches the itch in my brain very very well. the way mc n chan exchange snarky remarks n how chan only says he's satisfied once they're done fucking OHHHH MYYYYY GODDDD... need this man carnally like i would dump him just so he can fuck me the way he fucked mc in this fr (that is a lie we r locked in 4 life). u r brilliant as always i always look forward to ur work so next time u r questioning if this is worth it just know lovscb97 on tumblr has ur back fr
14. chan ask drabble #1 â @skzms (s)
maymay.. my eternal luvr... the genius behind smrsmf minsung... ofc u were bound to eat this up n end up on this list. idgaf if it's just an ask answer or drabble bcs the way u write is so . so Elegant. i love how u always use ur words to describe the emotion lingering between ppl in love n the way u do it here w chan n mc, the way he reassures her afterwards n how he promises her he'll give her everything later while fucking his fingers into her ohhhh mannnn.. i can just imagine him in his suit thank u for bringing the vision to life fr
15. you're right, baby â @chlorinecake (s, f)
soft dom chan who is ur fiancé fucking u n claiming u bcs he's a lil pouty that u forgot ur ring?? n then going so far to say he'll cum in u to make sure everyone knows who u belong to?? RAHHHHHH HE NEEDS ME!!! this was written so deliciously i loved the way mc n chan cared for each other n also the ending was so cute LOLZ hope they r happy in every universe n that their wedding goes great fr u r an awesome writer user chlorinecake
16. silence â @valkyriexo (s, a)
make up sex make up sex make up sex!!! i love it so good even tho it hurts so bad when mc realises chan forgot to show up :( but the fact that he makes it up to her by begging her to not leave him n making her cum as many times on his tongue as possible for her to forgive him?? INSANITY!! the longing in their eyes n words n actions from how much they've missed e/o when he finally touches mc n oh man.. u ate this up
17. corruption â @goquokka00 (s)
STEPBRO CHAN RAHHHHH i am a sucker for him (in more ways than one iygwim eheheh.. soz) i loved the sinister blackmail u added into the story n how he fucked mc bcs of her bad grades by making up some shit excuse abt learning how to please someone like y/n u can't be this dense girl!!! (i'd do it too if he asked me #Tbh) ANYWAYS. idk how this didn't have more notes bcs it was hot asfk i hope u keep writing more stuff to come :3
18. chef's kiss â @hyuniepies (s, f)
the tenderness of mc n chan's love mixed w the nasty dirty talk ohhhh hyuniepies u r a GENIUS!! this is exactly how i imagine domestic life w chan would be like; him coming back home to u cooking a dinner n then fucking u absolutely silly on the countertop bcs he just can't wait after getting a look at ur figure n bcs he's missed u so much. i too would be obsessed w bangchan if (read: when) he becomes my husband teehee
19. chan ask drabble #2 â @miupow (!!!, s)
USER MIUPOW UR FUCKING BRAIN!! HOW DO U CARRY SUCH A HUGE BRAIN IN UR HEAD!!! DOES UR BACK NOT HURT FROM HOLDING UP THE DELICIOUS IDEAS OF BCHAN SIZE KINK!!! like i told u yst i love ur writing n i love U so bad. u always eat w every request or idea u come up with n i absolutely adore that for u i hope u truly never stop writing bcs u have a serious gift n i hope ppl keep telling u that constantly bcs i sure as hell will <3
20. pretty mouth of yours â @jeongin-lvr (s, f)
need to give chan head like . Yesterday. but OHHHH MEINNNN GOTTTT fiancé channie w mc sucking him off so pretty u know exactly what im a sucker for u dont u user jeongin-lvr? ur writing is tooooooo good i swear i have read so much of ur work n granted this is one of my fave chan works from u icl i love the jeongin ones even more but i'll add those to my innie recs list later :3 ANYWAYS!! plz never stop writing u r awesomesauce (cringe.) n i love u hope u r having a great day today
21. daddy issues â @hwan-g (!!!, s, a)
HELLO THIS FUCKING FICCCCC... it is so good so delicious so fucking beautifully written that it brought tears to my eyes no joke. i still remember the first time i stumbled across it n like wow.. i think i dmed u on my side reading account too to express how much i liked it bcs i rly Did like it truly was a piece of art n sometimes i can't believe ppl like u just write stuff like this for free?? u should be getting paid good money bcs all ur work ALWAYS eats <3
22. closing the distance / pt. 2 â @thefantasyden (s, f)
ik long distance relationships r tough n it's awful when u can't spend time w each other physically or touch either but hear me out . it would Not suck w chan bcs he'd do everything for u the way he does everything for mc in this fic. from how he shows up n is too nervy to kiss her to them finally touching each other for the first time n then she moves back to him?? ohhhh man i love love n i love U for making this ur work always eats n trust that i'll always come back to this fic when i need to rmb how much i love chan
23. riding chan's thigh/knees â @faeryacha (!!!, s, f)
i love daddy chan so bad im sorry im not even gonna hide it anymore n i love the way he was written here too, from the way he asks if mc wants to play to the way he has her fuck herself on him to get herself off like i'm not even into little space like that but the minute he refers to himself as daddy n speaks to me all soft n protective im on my knees on the floor ready to suck him off like my life depends on it. u ate so bad w this plz continue doing more amazing work in the future!!!
24. steamy desires â @notsoangels (s)
shower sex w chan mngnghfhghgh.. need him so bad id let him fuck me anywhere as he pleases but in the shower?? w the hot water cascading over us w just us in our little world like omgomgomg NEED. i love the simplicity in ur writing too n how it paints a picture in my mind bcs i can vividly imagine all of this happening like him making u squirt on his cock n then rinsing u off so u can spend time wrapped up with each other on the bed like plz. One chance plz.
25. the fuckboy next door â @seospicybin (!!!, s, a)
miss seospicybin.. how do u always do it? how do u always come out w the most mindbreaking jawdropping amazing insane array of fics without even breaking a sweat like hello? this series is so fucking good from the smut to the angst that hurts so good. i love the development of the plot n that chan tries So hard to be true to mc so he can be w her n the way she tells him to do it for himself like :( they deserve each other sm i am very much looking forward to part 4!!!
26. pussydrunk chan â @aeliuss (s, f)
mngngngngjghgh i love pussydrunk chan so bad n i love the idea of him being so infatuated w mc that he just Had to drag her away n eat her out. i also love that he's there to support her in the end n how turned on he gets from her just being herself like that is a real man!!! n the way it's so reflective of how chan is irl too? i feel like this is how exactly how he'd behaveâ needy but so so soo in love with u too
27. kitty â @bandgie (!!!, s, f)
no joke this fic made my pussy throb. i need him 2 do this to him so bad bcs i need Him so bad. the way u wrote the subspace drop n how immersed mc was in her role n the way chan guides her thru everything n then the aftermath of it like hngnngnfgddjghjgh... i always have loved ur writing but this particular piece rly got to me along w ur kinktober series i hope u continue to do writing bcs u seriously so so SO good at it fr!!
28. angel eyes â @temptaetions (!!!, s, a)
this fic. this fucking FIC. bro this is actual evidence of the fact that literary geniuses exist bcs the way u wrote so beautifully not just the actual smut but the whole storyline?? u r a godsend fr like u should be getting paid to put out work of this degree. not only r u a PHENOMENAL writer but i hope u never stop writing bcs this was actually so so lovely n amazing to read i wish i could revisit the first time i read this T_T
29. just (fucking) friends? â @snowyquokka (s)
HELLOOOO i love possessive fwb chan almost as much as i love ur writing!! the way he's so annoyed at how she said they're just friends so he takes out his anger on her but then at the same time asks her what her color is to make sure she's still okay WOWZAAAA.. need him Bad. n in the end when they both agree they don't wanna be just friends like chan.. i don't want 2 be just friends either.. come 2 me plz... anyways very yummy work fr
30. american whiskey â @straywrds (!!!, s, a)
this fic... how do i even begin w this fic... the way u write is actually so . so otherwordly yk? u rly pour all ur passion into ur writing n the way u describe everything like every emotion every detail every feeling it's so raw n real that it touches my heart. i can Feel what each of the characters go thru n the SMUT... the smut is so so delicious ofc. i've read ur other work n u r such a good writer plz keep going with what u do i will always support u fr
31. free use w/ soft dom chris â @hwanghyunjinenthusiast (s, f)
the dirty talk in this.. hngnngkgjjdgjjh. i need free use w daddy!chan just as bad as i need to reread this fic ten times until it's ingrained in my brain n any telepath w the ability to read minds out there is disgusted by how many times i think abt it (idk what this analogy was i am sorry). the way he eats mc out n the way he fucks her omgfkjdgjhjhgjh NEED HIM RAHHHHH u did so well w this
32. play tight / pt. 4 Â â @roseykat (s, a)
squirting w chan squirting w chan SQUIRTING!! W CHAN!!! the way he makes mc do it once n then immediately goes "yea i need to feel that on my dick" n fucks her within an inch of her life like ohmygodjkdjhsfghj i did eat up the angst too but the way u wrote them fuckinig was so nasty n delicious I ENJOYED IT SM!! this entire series is such a good read even tho it's not chan centered idk if there r more parts to it but if there r plz link me to them!!
33. dream you â @charmercharm3r (s, f)
ok i know we r discussing smut n all n trust that i will get to that but THIS!! this was so cute n precious ohemgee the way he loves mc n takes care of her n banters w her at the start so lovingly is so so precious to me i want him so bad :( the smut was also very delicious w chan switching to hard dom mode n making mc suck him off before ravishing her like oh my god PLZZZZ FUCK ME PLZPLZPLZ u did so well on this plz continue writing more for me at the least <3
34. brat-taming w/ chan â @blurboki (s)
this damn drabble was so.. hngngjfjghjhdgjh. i want 2 be a brat to chan so bad n act out just so he'll snap n put me into my place which is exactly what u wrote n i LOVED IT!!! it's so short n simple (not a bad thing at all btw) yet it's so powerful too? i love the characterisation of chan cus i firmly believe this is how he'd act in bed w a fussy bratty s/o like wow. Just wow. i love u and ur delicious mind i hope u r having a great day just for this :3
35. tell me all about it.. â @chnsbm (s, f)
hngnfjhdfsjghgjh the idea of chan making u forget all about ur stress n playing with u to help u sleep is so gfjfjjjffjhgjhjh HOT!!! the way he lovingly reassures mc like u don't need to worry abt it now just let me take care of u n how he's such a fuckin TEASE!! w the way he's touching her is so so hot u ate w this idea n i will forever die on the hill that this is really smth chan would doâ tease u n make u talk while he's doing ungodly things to u just to see u stutter over ur words
36. be that guy â @daizymax (!!!, s, a)
i have said it once i have said it twice n i will say it one more time bcs i don't care how many times i need to reiterate it needs to be said: EXES TO LOVERS W CHAN IS TOP TIER!!! the smut in this was so delicious but the LONGING chan had for mc.. the way he felt the twinge in his chest for letting her go oh man.. i'd take him back if he so even looked at me but maybe im just crazy. BUT ANYWAYS!! this is possibly one of the hottest chan smuts there ever is so thank U for this delicious gift fr
37. more than just friends â @kwanisms (!!!, s, f)
werewolf chan my luvr... my big strong baby who will knock me up w his knot n fuck me until the sun rises RAHHHHHHHH!!! this was so so SOOOOO good n yummy like from the way he pinned mc to the wall to the way he ordered her around n how his self restraint snapped the moment she called him daddy like why's that so Me behaviour HELPPPP anyways user kwanisms u fucking ATE w this i hope ur pillow is cold every night u go to sleep <3
38. connected â @j-0ne25 (s, f, a)
let me just start this by saying I FUCKING LOVE U USER J-0NE25!!! ur interactive stories esp megaverse r so fucking good how r u so bigbrained my dumbass could never like actually JSDHJFJHGJH. anyways i rmb reading this very vividly n oh boy.. "baby patience, or do you need me to teach you a lesson?" Brother my panties r drenched n off dont even start w me rn. anyways this was so so delicious plz never stop writing i beg u
39. chan ask drabble #3 â @hyungszn (!!!, s, f)
saved the best for last but CLOVER.. (u dk me but i am ur biggest fan hai :3) "your mouth is saying no but your body is telling me a different story, mrs. bang." GRRRHJDJSDFJHKJSFKJSFKJGJ... I NEED HIM SOO FUCKING BAD!!! the way they banter even while having nasty sex n just love each other so bad n hello my breeding kink went feral w this. when mc asked him to not eat his cum out of her pussy n he was like "and why is that?" cus he wanted to hear her say it GRAHHHHH I WILL EAT HIM!!! on a side note, u r so so soooo amazing i have been reading ur work for so long i think since american pie n i can safely say u r one of the best skzblr writers i have ever seen along w so many other ppl like plz keep up the good work bcs i will ALWAYS support u for it !!!
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add notes: thank u very much to all these amazing writers fr. if ur work wasn't featured here now do not fret!! i probably (most definitely knowing my dumbass) just missed it cus i didn't scroll Very far down in my likes (there's like 2k+....) so trust that u will most likely end up on the next recs list!! i love u all very much regardless if u r here or not n as always a very big thank u once more for all ur amazing hard work, u r all doing so well n i hope u guys know that <3
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âPREPARE FOR TROUBLE
starring.á keigo takami x rumi usagiyama x tĆya todoroki x reader
synopsis.á âprepare for trouble and make it double!â An innocent night of fun with your ill intentioned bestfriend ends in bumping and grinding with a heroic duo.
warnings.á SMUT, fem!reader, alcohol use, drug use (weed + coke), clubbing, one night stand, foursome (ffmm), public sex, unprotected vaginal + anal sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, overstimulation, fingering, creampies, pegging, spit, spanking, slapping, hair pulling, biting, squirting, exhibitionism + voyeurism, feather play, temperature play, pet names (princess, doll, dove, honey, mommy + daddy) used
word count.á 10.6k words
m.mutt đŻ this is a refresh/rewrite of an older fic i have since deleted on tumblr! this fic is/has been cross posted on my ao3! i hope you enjoy!!
SWEATY bodies bump and grind against each other as loud music plays in the humid club. Girls sit in seats at the bar, flirting with sleazy men hoping to get a free drink and cash. Douchebags hit on everything they see with thighs and breasts as if they were chicken.
It made you feel gross.
Clubbing was definitely not your favorite activity in the world. The only reason you still sat in this place was due to a text you had gotten from your friend, an offer to save you from boredom under his own rules, of course.
On a night like this, youâd rather be sprawled across your bed. Masturbating to whatever degenerate porn you could find that caught your interest for longer than a minute.
You sat at your little table, tucked away at the back of the club, sipping on the half-empty drink in front of you. Your friend had run off to grab more drinks and hadnât returned in a while. You were so tempted to flirt your way into another drink, stronger than whatever fruity concoction you had ordered the first time.
Come on now, itâs not like you didn't wear this dress for nothing. The way it hugged your skin and complimented your curves was sure to lure in anyone willing to spend their money on you.
It seems youâd have to resort to that soon considering a dark-haired demon, left on your own.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear though. After what felt like an hour, the familiar mop of black hair crosses your peripheral and slides into the seat across from you. âYou left me, asshole.â You complain and he snickers, setting a drink in front of you.
âSorry, princess.â A soft smile tugs on his scared lips, accented by his snake bites. âGot a little distracted.â He digs in his pocket, tongue poking from between his lips in concentration. You grab your plastic cup and sip the liquid from the little black straw.
âOh, fuck.â You hiss at the taste, this was much stronger than your previous drink. âThis is what I needed. Thank you, Dabi.â You smile sweetly at the man across from you as he sends a wink your way. âAnytimeâŠthere it is.â His hand is quickly pulled from his pocket. A rectangular tin, a lighter, and a small clear baggie are tossed onto the table.
âYou wanna get fucked up, princess?â A sly smirk splays across his face in the dim club lighting.
Hesitantly, you crack open the tin seeing about seven blunts laid side by side, in the clear baggie was loose white powder. âItâsâll I could grab, my plug is going out of town.â You continue to stare down at the items on the table as you sip. âYou obviously donât have to, but Iâm definitely gonna do a line or two.â You weighed out your options, looking back up at him.
He looked pretty in the low lighting, the soft blue tones of the flashing lights illuminating the lower half of his face. Perfectly concealing him in mysterious shadows. Dabi was always pretty though, scarred flesh molded into an alluring figure.
You stop your meticulous studying of his face before focusing back on the substances before you.
You grab a blunt from the tin and pull it to your lips. âYou mind?â Cerulean eyes light up and his smirk grows. âAnytime, doll.â The flame sparks on his index finger and he holds it out to you. You lean forward, lighting the end of the blunt and taking a few puffs while it is held tight between your lips. The smoke flows freely as you sit back and blow it out.
ââS a new strain, tell me how yaâ like it.â Dabi lights his own, holding it between his teeth for just a moment. He takes his drags like a pro, watching as you relax into your seat after each puff. âI thought you were stayinâ relatively clean?â You bump the baggie on the table.
Dabi huffs a laugh, averting all eye contact he once held. âThereâs no point anymore.â He says it as if it were the easiest thing in the world. You wouldâve pressed but, itâs hard enough being the friend of a villain.
Making him regress into his shell wouldn't help.
âSee anyone you like?â Heâs changing the conversation. âNope. Everyoneâs boring.â You take another drag, blowing the smoke down onto the table. âI see what you mean, princess.â Dabi leans back in his chair, eyes scanning over the room. âNot even a bimbo to fuck for the night, this blows.â - âYou wanted to come here!â You mention as he sounded so bored.
âFor once this place is empty, full oâ normies.â He rolls his eyes. âWhy do you typically come here?â You finally ask, leaning forward to hear him better.
âI used to meet my dealer here before he switched locations. Maybe find a piece oâ ass or two but tonight itâs dry.â Dabi downs the rest of his drink, setting the cup on the table.
âDidnât a new club open like a few blocks away?â You lean down to sip your drink again. âThink so, but thatâs one of those high-end places. Only pros and horny fans are gonna populate that joint.â He remarks, grabbing his cup and scowling at its emptiness.
âFuck, Iâm gettinâ a new drink.â He huffs, pushing off the table. âYou want another, doll?â He quirks a brow as he towers over you. âNah, Iâm alright thank you.â Dabi shrugs and walks off.
You sat at the table, taking drags from your blunt and sipping your drink. At least the music in this place wasnât bad. The DJ playing an upbeat RnB song. You sit by yourself for some time, gently swaying in your chair. The liquor and weed were hitting now.
Eyes slightly blurry as you dazed off into the distance, music flowing through your ears. You were on cloud nine, with no clue of how much time was passing. You snapped from your daze when your phone buzzed violently on the table.
Unlocking it, you open your messages and see Dabi texted you.
hey
heyyyy
read
doll
doing a line off this blonde assss
read
shits magical
read
you left for a drink??
sent
took a detour
read
You hadnât even noticed he took the tin and the baggie. At least you still had your blunâyour eyes trail over and notice it had burnt out a while ago.
âDamn it!â
A soft sigh leaves your lips as you rest your chin on your hand. He was going to be awhile. What was the point of ever dragging you to this club if he was going to go fuck some bitch and leave you lonely? You had no interest in flirting with any of the randoms who danced or sat by themselves.
You knew you had a few admirers here, they gawked and mumbled as you walked past but, with Dabiâs intimidating demeanor and your lack of interest, you knew theyâd never show up.
You watch as a couple across from you make out. Hands in their hair, tongues down their throats, and their hips rocking against each other. You made a face of disgust, a festering jealousy broiling within you.
You debated leaving the club, catching a ride, and going home. It wasnât often you got to hang out with Dabi but, if he were actually here and not spending his time elsewhere you wouldnât be in this predicament.
There was no way home that wasnât sketchy or incredibly inconvenient. So, you should grin and bear it. Fuck Dabi, his short attention span, and his high sex drive.
âWhatâs a sweet thing like you doing here all alone?â A hand grabs the back of your chair, grazing your skin. You flinch, turning quickly to see an older man with golden and silver teeth. He was nursing a cup in his unoccupied hand. ââM not alone.â You pick your drink back up, needing to keep it close to your body.
âOh, I know. I saw that jackass walk off with some pretty boy not too long ago.â The man circles your table, sitting in Dabiâs previous seat.
âSo, he ainât your boyfriend. Heâs too busy chasing after the same tail.â The man laughs, loud and hearty. It made you uncomfortable so, you laughed awkwardly. Hoping Dabi would save you. âYou smell good, baby. Like earthy and shit.â - âWeed.â You curtly mumble, pulling your cup back to your lips. âYouâre smelling weed.â You take a long drink, hoping he would just get the hint and walk off.
âHow about you dance for me, hmm?â You furrow your brows, looking at him as if he had three heads. âIâve been here all night and havenât seen yaâ dance. Câmon, sweetness.â He leaned forward, resting more on the table. You go to send him off before he pulls out a wad of cash.
Your reaction was very visible. Eyebrows pulled high, jaw slightly falling slack, and eyes wide. The man laughs at your reaction. âI can make it worth your while.â He offers, with a grungy smirk.
âWhatever you want.â You take the offer and stand.
Before you could move on to dancing, you finished off your drink knowing youâd need to be more intoxicated to do this. Your body sways with the music and your hands trace your figure. Mind hazy from the drugs and alcohol, eyes watching the other figures move in the dim lighting, only truly appearing when neon lights flickered over them.
The DJ changed the song to a more sensual new age song, appealing to the young adults and older clubgoers trying to stay relevant. Your hands run up your thighs, lifting the skirt to your black velvet dress, showing just a few centimeters below your panties. The man watches from the table, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
You flash him a smile and scoop your breast from your dress, holding the soft mounds in your hands. You pull a nipple into your mouth, sucking on the bud before adjusting your appearance so no one else would see. If you were gonna put on a show for money, you were gonna do it right.
Your tipsy, fluid dancing was disrupted when a body pressed against yours. A smirk curls up on your lips as you begin to grind your ass into the figure behind you. With a quick swivel of your hips, you determine your partner is either a woman or a grower.
The hairs on your neck stand to a point as hot breath brushes against your smooth skin, making slight arousal begin to form in the deepest pits of your stomach.
The mysterious figure grabs your waist, pulling you taut against them. As your back collides with their chest you realize your intruder is a woman. âHi, princess.â The womanâs husky voice sends tingles through your body and straight to your hot cunt. âHey.â You replied, continuing to grind into the womanâs lower half.
âYou look absolutely delectable, honey.â Her tongue seemed to whip at the top of your ear, leaving saliva to cool and send goosebumps down your arms. âYou havenât even seen my face,â You quip, reaching you and behind you to hold her neck.
âWhat if Iâm a horrid creature.â A soft fan of breath hits your neck again as she laughs. âIâve been watching you from afar for a while, princess.â
You noticed she was hiding you as you danced against her, your bodies concealed from the man watching you. Her hands softly rub at your hips, trailing to your ass whenever youâd lean over to throw it back. Pussy flooding with slick as you feel her hardly noticeable thrusts against you as you grind your ass against her.
âWhereâs your boyfriend?â She asked words like the melody of a jealous love song. âHeâs at home,â
You whispered, making the woman pull back a little. âHeâs pink, silicone, and needs to be plugged in after I cum.â You laughed at her reaction. âFuck,â She laughs. âYou scared me, sweetness. Thought I was gonna have to beat a prick up tonight.â Your heart fluttered for a moment.
âYou beat a man up for me? Already?â You were flattered, truly flattered a stranger would be so forward. âHoney, I know Iâd do anything for you.â
Her words were thick and sweet, almost silencing your rampant mind from the question on the top of your tongue. Who is the stranger who decided to dance with you?
Reluctantly, you pull yourself away from the woman leaving your body tingling and begging for her warmth. You turn to face to view your mysterious female partner and your heart pounds faster.
Your eyes widen at the sigh of the tall woman. Hair as white as snow draped down her back matching the fluffy ears atop her head, a contrast to her deep, brown skin. The lilac two-piece she worse accentuated her vermillion eyes.
âHi, honey bunch.â She bats her gorgeous lashes at you, clearly taking note of how you guffawed at her.
She looked so strong. Her torso was covered by a low-cut, spaghetti-strap top. Her thighs, lord her thighs, muscles bulged from the confines of her maxi skirt, the same color as her shirt. Her breasts nearly spilled from the top, muscles flexing from their cotton prison.
She was going to ruin you. âYou okay? Am I losing you, honey?â Her hand comes up to cup your jaw, gently stroking one spot by your lips.
Her red-painted lips spoke words of honey and like a bee, you latched onto every word.
ââM fine, youâre really pretty.â You compliment, your fingers coming up to play with the ends of her blazer. âWhy thank you, love.â Her gaze was so intimidating, deep vermilion eyes boring into yours with lust. Your lust-filled grinding had stopped due to your admiration of the woman before, making you feel out of place from the other club-goers around you.
âI want you.â You murmur before pulling back from her. A tan, manicured hand reaches out quickly to grab your own, keeping you at armâs length.
The woman watches in confusion as you shake your hand free and throw her a smirk.
You move into the light, trailing hands up and down your body as you sway. The song playing was sensual and slow.
Your eyes trace over the womanâs form as you dance by yourself, knowingly teasing and seducing her. Pearly white teeth sink into her red-painted bottom lip as she watches you lift your dress to flash your panties in the large crowd. Two fingers dip into your mouth, collecting saliva and trailing down your body. Your hips buck slightly as your fingers come into contact with your wet panties and your sensitive clit.
You gently caress your clit and softly moan.
Red eyes darkened with lust as she grabbed you again, pulling you by your hips and holding you close. âOho, seems Iâve got myself a little slut, hmm?â She chided, staring down at you. âYouâre fucking filthy, huh?âShe seemed to moan, blown pupils concealing her blood-red gaze. âDid you like the show?â You ask, giving her your most innocent look and licking your lips.
âI loved the show, honey. I wanna see more. I wanna see your cunt drip with arousal and cum after I eat you out.â The womanâs mouth like velvet as she brushed her lips against yours. Shaky breath leaves you as her hand's cradle and squeeze your ass. âI never caught your name, princess.â Your arms come to rest upon her shoulders. âI never threw it,â You giggle, making her give a stern look.
âIâm ___, I like âHoneyâ a lot though.â Your teeth gently sink into your bottom lip. âNameâs Rumi.â Rumi, a pretty name for an even prettier girl. It replayed in your mind, an echoing melody. Rumi, Ru-mi, Roo-Me, Ruh-oo-me.
Rumi.
Sheâs pulling you away before you can argue, leading your pliable form to a booth across the dance floor. You glide through crowds and slip past people, hands interlocked as you walk.
Itâs disorienting when Rumi pushes you onto the pleather seats, sliding in beside you. Itâs pathetic how your cunt throbs when her hands rest on your hips. âYouâre so pretty, honey.â Rumi's grip is possessive as if you were her prize for the evening.
âLook at you,â Her hands are roaming, creeping up your torso until theyâre cupping your breast. A staticky feeling fluttered through your body at Rumiâs touch. Eventually, her hands move up to your cheeks, smushing your lips together. âBeautiful.â She leans in and softly kisses you.
Rumiâs hands eventually find their way to squeeze and grope at other parts of your body. Your lips are interlocked, tongues briefly intermingling. Rumi breaks the kiss, leaving you to pant hopelessly.
âYou want me?â You nod, stupefied. With a quirk of her brow, you compose yourself enough to scramble a plea. âIsnât that what I said on the floor?â Rumi smirks, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss you once more. Your lips meet, hers soft and sweet, a subtle burn behind her kiss from her previous alcohol consumption.
Rumiâs hands cradle your head and grasp at your hip. The kiss is deepened as her tongue glides against your own. As if your bodies were magnets you found yourselves gravitated towards each other. You shuffled onto her lap, your thighs strewn across hers as she held you closer.
Rumiâs hands escape to your waist as yours escape to hold the back of her head. Almost swapping positions. She grabs and gropes, pinching the skin and grinning as you cry out. Your mind is foggy, youâre present but, your bodyâs on fire.
You feel good, better than good. Your core throbs and aches, hips bucking as you beg for attention. Rumi obliges your silent pleas, she gently strokes your thigh. Skilled fingers just barely brushed against the thin fabric of your panties.
Your lips move in sync, her dominating yours as you submissively accept. Rumi teases your sensitive skin, dragging her nails drown your thighs, roaming towards your ass only to move away.
You pull back for air, panting heavily as Rumi kisses your neck. Hazy eyes darted around the club, hoping no one was watching you and your newest lover and it seemed as if you both were invisible to the intoxicated crowd. They were dancing, drinking, laughing, anything but, looking at your booth.
You pull Rumi back by her hair and smash your lips against hers. She admired your bold move but, shut you down soon after. Her teasing finally comes to an end as her fingers rub against your clothed clit. Your cunt leaks with arousal, the sticky fluid clinging to the panties adding the pool on the thin fabric.
Rumi pulls your panties to the side and slides her finger through your soaked cunt, collecting the juices you produced. She pulls back from the kiss and shoves her two fingers into your mouth, replacing the warm feeling of her soft tongue. Your eyes, wide and naive, stare into hers.
âGo on,â She gives you an encouraging nod. âTaste yourself.â This wasnât your first rodeo by any means yet you felt so intimidated by her. Her presence alone was enough to make you feel small, almost insignificant.
Slowly, your tongue dances around her fingers. Between each digit and over each knuckle, you clean her finger of your arousal and allow her to slip them away from your mouth.
Rumi's saliva-slick hand trails back to your throbbing core and her finger traces your clit, applying pressure, making you moan.
Her eyes bore into yours, asking for permission before she continued with her insatiable and filthy acts. âYes.â Your voice was soft but Rumi heard you loud and clear. Her fingers began their descent into your hot, wet cunt. The way they curled and scissored against your walls forced moans and gasps from you.
You were thankful for the upbeat, loud song the DJ had chosen to play.
Rumi's fingers were like magic, bringing you quickly to your impending orgasm. Your hips rock with her motions hoping for more friction and control. Rumi notices your tactic and pins you in place, giving you a stern look when you pout. âYou take what I give.â She mumbled, staring down at her fingers sliding into your slick pussy.
Her eyes watched as your pussy throbbed with every movement and arousal leaked into her hand.
A loud moan makes Rumi look up at you. You sat slouched on the booth, teeth sunken into your hand and eyes squeezed shut. âYou close baby?â You nod rapidly as the knot in your stomach nearly bursts. âYou can cum baby, go ahead. Cum for me, honey.â Rumi kisses your neck and ear.
A strangled moan gets caught in your throat as the tension finally snaps as your orgasm washes over you. Cum drips down onto the seat and into her hand making her praise and console you. âYou did so well for me honey.â She praises, rubbing her free hand up and down your trembling thighs.
âSo good for me.â Your heart pounded and your head seemed hazy, not only from the activities you had engaged in earlier. You pant and whimper as you calm down for the erotic scene. Rumi smiles down at you, watching as you come down from your high.
âCâmon baby, come back to me. Floatinâ off too far.â She kisses your forehead, cheeks, and nose. Anything to jump-start your mind. Soon your eyes refocus, settling on the hulking form before you. God damn, isnât she gorgeous? âThereâs my pretty girl.â She coos, smiling. âIâd take you somewhere to continue this but, I didnât show up alone.â Rumi waves, looking over you, raising her hand, and then focusing back on you.
âDoesnât mean we canât relax though.â Your walls throbbed and you realized she never removed her fingers. âOh, sorry love. Wanted you to be more attentive before I overstimulated yaâ.â The white-haired woman suddenly leans over you protectively, flashing a smile at whoever is approaching.
âThank you.â Her voice was thick. A waitress places two trays of drinks on the table. The smaller woman bows and skips off leaving you two alone.
âYouâre starinâ, pretty.â Rumi grabs one of the drinks and downs it. You hadnât even realized your eyes never left her. Honestly, besides the overall brain fog, you were still trying to decipher who she was.
You wince, as everything around you seems to become louder. Itâs like a kick in the chest. This sudden clarity shocks your senses, sobering you from all previous events. You almost feel winded and dizzy.
âBreathe for me, honey.â You do as told, shutting you as she holds you. Her fingers shift within you, pulling a heavy whine from your chest. Rumi coos softly, rubbing her thumb over your aching clit to soothe you.
Slowly, her fingers are pulled from your aching cunt, leaving you empty. Itâs crude, the way she grins at your watchful gaze. Rumi pulls the digits into her mouth, groaning at the taste of you. You watch with bated breath as she cleans herself before pressing a kiss to your lips.
âIâm gonna need to taste you again before the night ends.â Her voice is sultry and silky. You nod dumbly.
You're moved back to your spot beside her, a hand resting on your thigh for comfort. Sheâs forcing you to drink water as she talks, itâs a little hard to hear her over the music but, you were just happy to be looking at her. Suddenly, she catches something in her peripheral.
âYou bastard!â She shouts to a figure approaching the table.
âWalkinâ with a fuckinâ limp? Already? I thought you could hang Mr. Takami.â A bashful blonde strolls up to the table. âShut up.â The man whines as another figure approaches behind him. Rumi laughs as you notice the man behind the blonde.
Fucking Dabi.
Both of your eyes widen seeing each other. âDid you bring your toy to meet me?â Dabi stared at you in shock, impressed but, shocked nonetheless. âNo, I need to take a seat.â Rumi laughs a sound that focuses you. âWell then, this is ___. Honey, this is my best friend, Keigo.â
Holy fuck. As if this night couldnât get any goddamn better. Of course, he had to choose the one blonde who was best friends with your hookup.
âHeyo.â Keigo slides into the seat across from you. âThis is Dabi. Dabi, Rumi.â He gestures towards the woman. Keigoâs a pretty blonde, average height with a nice build but, you couldnât see much dark, collared shirt. Behind him, pressed between his back and the booth were a set of vibrant red wings.
A pair you had seen on television and Dabiâs phone many times.
âSo howâd you two meet?â He asks as he pulls Dabi to sit beside him. âSaw her on the dance floor,â Rumi's arm comes to wrap around your shoulder, keeping you close. âSheâs so fluid when she moves.â A smug look falls on Keigoâs face.
âWhat about you?â Rumi asks, stopping Keigo before he speaks further. âOh, I saw hiââ He is interrupted by Dabi. âSaw him in the bathroom, he let me do a line off his ass.â His nonchalance made the statement feel so natural as if the words he said werenât totally absurd.
âYou were in there for much longer than just âdoing a line.ââ Rumi presses. âYouâre a smart girl, you saw the limp.â Dabi chuckles, grabbing a drink from the tray before him.
âHow come my business gets aired out and Rumi gets to stay quiet?â Keigo pipes in.
âOh relax, birdie. Maybe later.â Rumi takes her shot. âIâm kinda curious too.â You kick Dabiâs shin, making him laugh. âItâs fine, Iâll pry it out of the bird later.â You all laugh, grabbing shots and chatting.
You're sticking looking between Rumi and Keigo. Back and forth as if you were almost programmed to do as, analyzing them. The markings by Keigoâs eyes, Rumiâs ears, and muscles. âYou alright there, dove?â Keigo asks, noticing your movements. Dove.
It finally clicked and you felt like an idiot.
You had been dancing with a pro. Mirko to be exact. You were kissing and grinding and letting Mirko touch you. The Bunny hero was seen as any lesbian's wet dream. Her muscled stature, boisterous personality, and glowing face made her easy to love.
Dabi on the other hand had been with Hawks. Japanâs heartthrob and favorite hero. His charming words, striking quirk, and gorgeous looks left everyone in awe.
The Mirko and Hawks. The Bunny and Bird duo most of Japan would drop their panties for.
âYeah, Iâm fine.â You grab another drink from the table, quickly downing it to suppress the sudden onslaught of thoughts. âWhere the hell have you been, doll?â Dabi spoke from his spot across from you. âI could ask you the same.â He gives you a look, one that says âI asked you first.â
âNeed I remind you? You left me.â You stated matter of factly. âI was propositioned by an old man for a grand.â Rumi chimes in, âI can attest to that, I saved her.â Dabi just rolls his eyes, used to your typical dramatics. âDid you take it?â
âNot the point.â
âLook, at least I gave you a heads up.â He argues in defense. âNot really.â A look of annoyance crossed his scarred face. âYeah, yeah. I told you Iâd be busy.â
âNot with fucking Hawks.â You muttered to not alert anyone who may have been eavesdropping. âOh well, told you it was a blonde.â Dabi shrugs as if that removed all the blame from him. âBesides you didnât tell me it was Mirko.â
At his words, you shrink on yourself. The truth finally spills from your lips. âI didnât realize it was herâŠâ The man blinks at you in silence before erupting with laughter. âHow do you not realize youâre getting fingered by Mirko?â Keigo and Rumi do their best to suppress their own giggles.
âWill you shut up?â You whisper-yell in embarrassment. âAw come on, donât give her a hard time,â Keigo speaks after calming himself. âThe only reason we come to this shithole is to go unnoticed.â Which made sense, everyone seemed so focused on their own worlds.
âSo,â Rumi hums from beside you. âHow do you two know each other?â You sigh dramatically. âHe is, unfortunately, my best friend.â Dabi rolled his eyes, leaning back and folding his arms to rest behind his head.
âYou adore me.â He replied smoothly. âLoathe, you. Thereâs a difference.â You correct him. âSure, like you would know.â The dark-haired man scoffs, looking over at the crowd.
âSeems like thereâs something more than friends here.â Keigo admits. âHeâs not my boyfriend.â
âDidnât say that but, thereâs something.â You lock eyes with the hero, studying his features in the dim lighting.
Although your way of life and line of work prevent you from being too involved with heroic affairs, youâve seen Keigo before. His glowing skin, perfect hair, shiny wings, and stylish clothes. Heâs gorgeous, in person and on screen.
He looks different before you, obviously out of hero attire and a professional setting. His normal get up replaced by a black collared shirt and matching jeans. Although a visor no longer obstructed the view of his golden eyes, his saucer-like pupils did.
âWhat did you do to him?â You asked, remembering Rumiâs remark about his walking. âWhy do you wanna know? Fear youâre missinâ out?â He laughs, throwing an arm around the blonde.
âHell no. Shut up!â You pout, leaning further into Rumi. âDonât get so defensive. You know I gladly will.â You can feel a slight jealousy brewing inside of you, almost making your eyes twitch. âTake you in the back and bend you over. Want me to take a line off your ass too?â The rattle of his deep voice went straight to your cunt.
âOr do you wanna go back to mine?â You shift in your seat, cunt throbbing and panties soaking once more.
âThatâs enough.â You grumble, face flushed. Dabi knew the perfect way to get under your skin, especially if he wanted something. âI mean, I really wanna get out of here.â Keigo leans his head on your friend's shoulder.
Dabi grins as Rumi also agrees. âWe have a place nearby, itâs easier that way.â She says, not even giving you a moment to speak. All parties seemed to agree but you. You watch as Dabi kisses Keigoâs foreheads before whispering something inaudible in his ear.
Your cheeks are pinched and your fave is turned towards Rumi. âWe should head out,â Rumiâs voice filled your head as she gets closer. âI wanna get you outta this dress.â She nibbles at your ear. âDoes that sound good to you? Goinâ to a hotel or somethinâ and lettinâ me wreck this pretty pussy?â You have to stay quiet so you donât moan. âY-yes, please.â Your voice, weak and trembling.
Rumi and Keigo glance at each other and give a nod. âLetâs go.â Rumi helps you up from the booth, holding onto your arm as you wobble for a moment. She brushes herself off, quickly linking arms with Keigo.
âLook at me.â A rough voice commands, fingers finding your chin. You're forced to look into Dabiâs intimidating gaze. âYou okay?â Before you can speak heâs brushing lint off of your dress and fixing your hair. âIâm okay, Dabi.â His thumb cautiously wipes stray eyeliner from beneath your water line.
âWe can dip at any time. You wanna stop? Weâll go. Understand?â You nod quickly, not trusting your voice at the moment. âGood girl,â He pressed his lips to your forehead, making your eyes flutter shut. âDonât need you puttinâ yourself in a bad situation fâme or because youâre starstruck, mâkay?â You nod again.
âI need words, pipsqueak.â A shiver wracked through your body. âOkay..â-âGood, thank you, princess.â You and Dabiâs relationship is more than complicated. You're not together by any means but, you keep the bed warm for each other. Heâs never shown particular interest in you, besides your time spent together and jokes to mess with you.
Dabi has taken it upon himself to always be your caretaker. He's always there, even if you donât see him. Especially in a situation like this, heâd never let you sleep with someone without his presence. For some reason, you abide by his rule.
âI drove us here, keeps things more inconspicuous,â Rumi says, tossing some cash on the table. âIâll go pull the car around, thereâs a lounge in the back.â She straightened her dress and threw her long hair into a bun. âKei,â The blonde peers around Dabi. âGet them back there and I'll let you know when Iâm here.â - âI gotcha. Câmon guys.â
Rumi kisses your cheek before she leaves, giving you a wink before she disappears into the crowd. Dabi throws an arm over your shoulder as Keigo grabs his hand, leading you all to a dim hallway lined with pictures and tacky decor.
A security guard and a black metal door were the only things here and as you approached man opened it. Four large men, dressed in security uniforms, turned to watch you enter. âEveninâ.â Keigoâs voice was chipper, he even wore a smile.
âJust waiting for our ride. Do you mind?â The men look at you, eyes flickering up and down. âRight this way Mr. Takami.â One of the men rises from his seat, unclamping a velvet rope and pulling the curtains back.
âRoom number four is cleared, sir.â You follow behind them, entering the dim room. âWell, arenât you helpful? Iâll be sure to leave a good tip.â You looked to Dabi. âYâalright?â He murmurs, continuing to keep you close.
âIâm okay, I swear.â You nudge your head into his shoulder. âYouâve been all over the place, princess. Mind keeps wanderinâ away.â Keigo takes a seat, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Dabi lets you go, following Keigo's lead. He sits with enough room between him and Keigo for you to squeeze in. âCâmon, get comfortable.â Dabi pats the space. Both of their thighs were spread, leaving you practically no room to sit without sitting in them.
âRumi shouldnât be too long but,â Keigo tucks his phone away. âShe parked on the other side of the street.â He shrugs, adjusting his position. âMight as well take a seat.â His gaze was predatory, the way his hips shifted, exposing his dickprint.
You roll your eyes and take the seat, ending up spread on their laps. They donât mess around, hands quickly coming to touch and rub at your figure. Their faces in your neck, kissing at the skin and tickling you with their breaths.
âYouâre so pretty, dove.â Keigo mutters, his hand squeezing at your thigh. âI like this color on you.â Dabi nips at your lobe. âThank you.â Youâre already breathless, almost overwhelmed by the attention youâre receiving.
âDid you say âthank youâ to Keigo?â He asks, voice husky. âThank you, Keigo.â You pant out, locking eyes with him. âGood girl.â Dabi coos, his hand coming to cradle the nape of your neck. âIsnât he pretty?â
You're positive your pupils match Keigoâs. Dilated and hazy but, full of lust. His hands creep around your waist as he pulls you close. âMhm,â You hum, entranced with the man before you. âYou should kiss him, pretty.â He felt like your conscious or the little devil sitting on your shoulder.
âFor me, yeah?â Egging you on for mutual satisfaction. Keigo kisses you, unable to take the tension much longer. Lips mashing, hands roaming, and soft groans rumbling from your chests. Dabi watches with a wide grin, one hand on your neck and the other on Keigoâs clothed dick.
He would occasionally squeeze both of you, relishing in your moans.
Keigoâs hands move to your breasts, squeezing the flesh in his palms before slipping his hands beneath the fabric. He breaks from the kiss to ogle your tits, pressing his face between them, kissing them, and sucking on the skin. âKeigo, shit.â You bite your finger to suppress your sounds.
Keigo worships your tits. Lapping at and sucking on your nipples, tweaking them between his fingertips. He left hickeys in his wake, covering your chest in lovebites to remember him by. The warmth of his tongue in your sensitive nipples flooded your cunt.
Dabiâs hands left their positions, soon one was trailing up and down your thigh. The other was unbuckling his jeans and delving beneath the fabric of his boxers to stroke his aching erection.
You grab Dabiâs hand, placing it exactly where you needed him. His large hand covered your entire clothes cunt, his fingers press along the fabric. âOne time not enough?â He asks in a hushed tone. âPlease, I donât ask for much.â
âYeah right.â Dabi scoffs but, obliges your plea. Your panties are shifted to the side exposing your soaked pussy to the cold air. You whine loudly as his finger presses against your clit, the skin-to-skin feeling almost foreign.
The men had focused their attention on you. Keigo worshiped your breasts as he stroked himself. Dabi made quick work of stimulating your clit, drawing tight circles in the bundle of nerves. Your juices were coating his fingers, causing them to slip occasionally.
âYouâre soaked.â Dabi coos, allowing his fingers to glide through your slick folds. âYaâ like me spreadinâ you open?â You mewl at his words, squirming in your spot. He snickers, watch as you watch him attentively, awaiting his next touch.
Two thick digits circle your aching cunt before delving into the source of slick. Your back arched at the intrusion, hands flying down to grab his. Dabiâs fingers slowly pump into you, rendering any fight against him useless.
Youâre soon weak, laid across him and Keigo, on display for anyone who may pass through. Your cunt squeezes around him, gushing from the slightest ministrations. You're already sensitive, having an orgasm ripped out of you once before.
Now Dabiâs assault on your poor cunny felt like overkill. His thumb was pressed to your clit, tight circles traced on your skin, his fingers deep in your core, Keigoâs hot mouth on your tits.
Itâs becoming too much.
âKei, câmere.â Dabi broke the static of your moans, guiding their faces together before locking into a deep kiss. You're pliant and needy beneath them, helpless watching from below as they make out. It's slow, passionate, something that makes your heart skip a beat. They seemed comfortable as if theyâd been in this scenario before. Knowing, Dabi, they have.
Keigo writhed in his spot, softly thrusting into his hand for any kind of friction.
Dabi refuses to skip a beat, his fingers increase with pace. You cry out from beneath them, soaking the fabric below you.
Dabi breaks the kiss, pulling Keigo up and into his lap. âSâfuckinâ pretty.â He mutters, grabbing the blondeâs jaw. Heavy eyes, filled with lust, meet your own. You stood dumbly in the room, fingers twisting strands of hair. âFor someone so hellbent on gettinâ fucked tonight, youâre beinâ quiet distance.â His brow quirks up, asking you to give him some excuse.
âDoes it feel good, princess?â
âSpeak up.â
âIt feels so good, please donât stop!â Your pretty eyes are full of tears, pleading with him to keep going. Keigo, ever the pleaser, locks you into a deep kiss. You hum in contentment, eyes fluttering shut. Keigo is quick and needy, a predator devouring his prey.
His kiss was hungry. All spit, tongue, and teeth. Hands wandering, tugging, and squeezing at whatever they can find.
Keigo pulls away almost as quickly as he sprung towards you. Heâs a panting mess of blonde hair and disheveled clothing. âI need to taste that pretty pussy.â He heaves between bated breaths. âYaâ gonna let me, dove?â He doesnât give you a moment to speak, latching onto your neck once more leaving pretty purple marks against your skin.
âCarâs out back letâsââ Dabi is the only one coherent enough to notice Rumi in the doorway, sending her a two-fingered wave. She watched as you writhed in Keigoâs grasp, soft moans spilling from your spit-soaked lips.
âI hate to break the party up but, if we donât leave right now Iâm gonna slut you all out in front of everyone.â
None of you waited around for another order. Scrambling to dress yourselves and exit the dingy building. It didnât take long to get to their hotel, a ten-minute drive max.
Rumi sat in the driver's seat, struggling to keep her eyes on the road. The rest of you piled into the back of the vehicle, a perfect distraction for your driver. Grinding, kissing, moaning, spanking each other. Her eyes would flicker between the streets in front of her and the backseat.
Rumi desperately wished she could just watch, pull over to the side of the road, and throw all caution to the wind. She wanted to watch as you and Hawkâs sloppily made out in the backseat, tongue tangling and grinding against each other's thighs but, the rearview mirror would have to suffice.
Once arriving at the hotel, she helped untangle the mess of limbs and escorted you all to their room. She scolded Keigo as he nearly sunk to his knees in the elevator, reminding him of the cameras watching their every move.
You had to behave until getting into their room and once you did, you were aghast. Your eyes widened as you looked around, no longer focused on your partners behind you. âThis place costs more than my rent.â You awed, looking around. Rumi and Keigo snicker, licking up and getting comfortable.
Thereâs a sudden gust of wind, lifting the skirt of your dress and youâre surrounded for a moment by a plume of crimson. You turn, and watch as Keigo stretches his wings. They almost double in size, effectively dwarfing you beneath him. He wore a proud smile on his face, wings back to their full appearance.
âSorry, dove. Feels weird not having them around.â You yelp as something brushes against your nipples before a red feather slips from between your breasts and onto the wings of the hero before you. âPervert.â You tease, making him chuckle.
âCome with me.â Keigo takes your hand pulling you behind him. He leads you from the entryway to the closed door of the bedroom. Two feathers pushed the doors open revealing a stunning bedroom. Your jaw falls in shock once more.
The room was huge, decked in neutral-toned colors, floor-to-ceiling windows, mood lighting, and a large bed in the center. âSeems like you two were planninâ on bringinâ someone home.â Dabi's voice made you jump, he stood in the doorway beside Keigo.
âIt wasnât exactly Rumiâs plan.â He admits, leaning against the taller man. Dabi pulls the hero close, pressing a kiss to his hairline. You were too enraptured with the room to hear their conversation only for Keigo to speed past you.
He collapses onto the bed, sprawling out onto the sheets of the massive bed.
You jump feeling a quick smack to your ass. âGet on up there, princess.â Dabi coos, following behind Keigo. You watch as he kisses the blond, straddling his waist, and pinning his hands beside his head. âYou heard him, right?â Rumiâs voice scared you. âRelax, honey.â
âAnd take that pretty dress off, I wanna get a few things.â Rumi was already taking off her heels, allowing them to clatter to the floor.
You followed her orders perfectly, stripping yourself of your dress only to be stopped by a warm hand. âLet me help you.â Dabi stared at you with such intensity and lust, a look youâve seen from him many times but, this was different. A kind of gentleness resting behind his gaze.
âDaââ He hushes you. Carefully, his hands slip beneath the strap of your dress, knocking them off your shoulders. âCalm down, doll.â His hands were hot as they pulled your dress down your legs, lips attached to your skin, leaving lavender memories for you to find later.
You're gently pushed onto the bed and he follows suit, back to kissing your sensitive skin.
Keigo moves to the other side of you, kissing your thighs in worship. You felt as if you were on a cloud, having two men adore your body felt amazing. The men met at your hipbones, staring at each other over you before leaning in for another heated kiss.
Their tongues tangled with each other, strings of spit slipping from their mouths and down onto your heated skin. You writhed and whimpered, watching the two men delve into such intimacy. Keigo's hand was quick to find your clothed cunt, dragging his fingers up and down your soaked folds. Your hips canted up, breaking their kiss. âCalm down, princess.â Dabiâs voice made you shiver, heart pounding harder in your chest.
His scarred lips are pressed against your panty-clad clit, eliciting a beautiful moan from your kiss-swollen lips. He sloppy kissed your clit, laving over it with his tongue, moaning each time you writhed beneath him and the blonde.
A throat clearing makes your eyes snap open.
Rumi stands at the end of the bed, lilac strap-on standing proudly before her. âI see you all are getting along well.â She gets a chorus of moans in return. Your panties were soaked in drool from the men, all of it mixing with your arousal and making it drip and coat your cunt and ass. âSuch a sight for sore eyes,â Rumi crawls onto the bed, slowly. Dabi and Keigo slowly pull back from your cunt as she made her way towards you. âSuch obedient boys, hmm?â She grabbed their jaw.
Keigo melted immediately, a doe-eyed look on his face while Dabi was the complete opposite. A look of annoyance and embarrassment washes over him before he pulls from her grip.
âThank you for gettinâ her nice nâ wet fâme.â Her red gaze was now on you and you nearly cried. She was all muscle and curves.
Heavy tits sitting perfectly on her chest, thick thighs on full display, wet pussy hidden by her harness and strap. She noticed your gaze, spitting on her hand and slicking up the toy. âYou wanâ this? Hmm?â She hums, teasing you without even touching you. âYou want Mommyâs big cock inside you, baby?â You whimpered loudly, nodding quickly. She laughs at you, loud and mean. âYeah? Okay, Iâll give it to you, honey.â
She leaned down, hovering over you. ââM gonna ruin you, baby.â She teases your slick folds with the tip, dragging it down from your clit to your sopping hole and back up again. She repeated this motion several times, watching as your resolve slowly broke until you were clinging to her and whining for her to just, âPut it in already!â
She answered your prayers soon enough, her thick cock splitting you open on her pretty strap. A moan is ripped from the deepest parts of you. âFuck, so tight.â Her eyes stared down at your hole, watching how your walls held her. Rumi pulls out slowly, pushing back in just a little deeper. She keeps her thrusting at a steady slow pace, watching as you squirm beneath her.
You were growing slightly impatient, wrapping your legs around her waist, trying to push her deeper. She ignored your pleas and pinned your arms as you went to grab her. âMph-please,â You beg, getting tired of the slowness. âF-Faster, Mommy.â Her ears perked up, her body going rigid for a moment. Her tail moved quickly, tickling your ankles and calves. She kicked into overdrive, pulling out quickly and pounding into you with a loud âsquelch!â You felt all of the air get punched out of you and you didnât even get a moment to recover.
She fucked into you quickly, thick cock slamming into your cervix without care. You keened and cried, happy you got your wish. âFuh-fuck yes, Mommy!â You cry, tears wetting your hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. âMore-muh-more!â Her pretty hands wander down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on your soaked cunt.
Her other hand dragged over your figure, gently stimulating you but, making you beg for more. Your eyes roll to see Dabi mounted behind Keigo, the younger male's wings spread and twitching as his eyes roll. Finger digging into the fabric as he cried out your best friendâs name.
The ghost-like touch of her hands caressing your bosom and the heavy pressure of her strap, deep inside your gummy walls, made you squirm.
Some cry out when they cum. Backs arched and lips open in a shout. Theyâll cry for their mothers, god, or anything their lust-hazed minds can possibly name in the heat of the moment.
You were definitely a part of that group.
Whenever your hands or your silicone toy has brought you to another orgasm, youâd cry out and arch your back in ecstasy before falling back into the comfort of warm sheets.
Now you cried out her name, back arched high off the bed as you cum just for her. She laps it all up, her non-stop thrusts dragging it on for what felt like ages. âSuch a good baby,â She coos, bringing her lips down to nibble at your collarbone. âThere you go, cum âround this strap, honey.â You cried out at each sharp thrust, feeling her so deep inside you, that it drove you crazy.
Your silky walls throbbed, slick continuing to leave rings of creamy white around her strap. Your hips jerked suddenly, trying to pull away from her. âToo much? Hmm?â You nod quickly, breathless and lightheaded. Your bleary vision focused on Keigo next to you, eyes crossed as Dabi fucked him into oblivion, drooling trailing from between his pretty swollen lips.
âOkay, okay.â Rumiâs thrusts come to a stop as she stays nestled inside you. Her lips wrap around your nipple, gently sucking at the hard bud. âSo good, baby.â She hums, tongue curling around your bruised breasts.
âGonna let Mommy cum, hmm? Mommyâs gonna cum for you, baby.â She kisses your chest, removing her hand to rub at her own clit. Her heavy strap rested against your cunt and stomach. Her mouth covers your own, allowing you to swallow each of her moans as she draws herself over the edge.
Soon, she came so prettily. Moans flowed freely as she tossed her head back before burying it into your neck. She shivered against you, kissing your neck and rubbing your hips.
You two lay in the aftermath, lulled into relaxation by the steady moans and thrusts of the couple next to you. A wing suddenly smacks you in the face, forcing your eyes open in frustration. Keigoâs back was arched so prettily. Wings fanned out, mouth hung open as rope after rope of cum splurt out from his throbbing cock. Dabi soon toppled over the edge after him. Filling him to the brim then, pulling out to watch it pour from his abused hole.
You all lay in the bed, catching your breath after all of the pent-up sexual tension came to fruition.
âFuck,â Dabi was the first to speak. âNeed ânother blunt.â Keigo laughed, rolling onto his back. Rumi nuzzled your neck, pressing more kisses. Dabi sat up, stretching himself out, getting up to grab his coat. Rumi sat up, removing her strap which left pretty indents on her dark skin. Dabi returned, holding a baggie and his packet of papers.
Dabi leaned to the side, using Rumiâs nightstand to roll a few blunts. Everyone took a moment to breathe, coming down from their long-awaited orgasm of the night. You knew it wasnât over though. Golden eyes traced over your bare skin, flickering from your blissed-out face to your still-dripping cunny.
You could feel the throb from your cunt once you see his cock, slowly twitching back to life. You two kept your eyes on each other while Rumi and Dabi spoke. You both slide closer to each other, sitting with still a bit of room between you two.
Suddenly, you two surged towards each other, lips locking in a heated kiss. Hands roaming all over each other's figures. Pulling hair, grabbing feathers. You both pull away, panting and sloppy. âWanâ you to suck my cock, baby.â He was slightly out of breath, puffs of air fanning your face. âWanâ fuck âhis pretty pussy.â He was still slightly delirious, both of your eyes practically mimicking hearts.
Your hands drift down to his already hard cock, gently stroking him as he cooes so prettily beside you.
âSuch a pretty cock, Kei.â
He whines and keens, your thumb swirling around his cockhead, collecting any stray precum. You stared down at the blondeâs cock lovingly, enjoying his purrs and moans. Your cunt was throbbing, slick leaking down your thighs and onto the sheets. You need Keigo, desperately. You hardly wasted any time. Dropping down and wrapping your lips around his pretty cock.
His hips cant up into your mouth before you held him still, suckling his pretty head while he cried beneath you. âS-so good, ___! Feels so fuckinâ-ah!â He was so sensitive from his previous fucking, twitching wildly in your mouth and already pumping drops of precum into your mouth. âSâfuh-hmm!â He tosses his head back, running his fingers through your hair before grabbing a decent handful. Dabi and Rumi sat on the sidelines.
Sharing a blunt between the two of them, watching you both indulge in each other. Keigo panted erratically. Already feeling the burn of overstimulation from his previous heavy orgasm. Your mouth was his vice, one he couldn't get rid of. A few feathers part from his vermillion wings, caressing over your body. Carefully winding around your breasts and legs, squeezing tightly onto your nipples.
âFuck, fuck! Need taâ ma-make you feel good ___!â Keigo gasps out, followed by the buzzing of a toy Rumi set on the bed early. He teases your hole, circling the cylinder around and coating it in your juices. You initially jumped once it made contact with your clit, taking the blondeâs cock further down your throat and moaning around him.
Pleased by your reaction, he continued to circle your clit and slap it against your sobbing cunt.
Finally, he plunges the vibrator deep inside of you, the thickness of it filling your walls and making you cry out. He kept his cock deep in your throat, fucking into your warmth while his feathers continued to please you. The two on your nipples curled and uncurled, effectively pinching you. The small one on your clit, buzzing quickly and making you gush. Several around your body, gently dragging up and down, keeping you on this edge.
His pretty hands brushed your hair out of your face, wanting to watch as you fell apart for him. âSâgood, baby!â He tosses his head back with a loud moan. âFuckinâ hell! This mouth so fuckinâ good, âm gonna cum down yerâ throat, dove!â He was losing his composure, wings unable to stay still as they fluttered and trembled. He was writhing beneath you, fully caught up in the pleasure of your mouth as you bobbed on his cock.
Your walls were tight, squeezing around the buzzing toy. The rope in your stomach was unraveling as you gagged and choked on Keigoâs cock. Each sound forces you closer and closer to your own orgasm. âPlease, please!â He begged, seemingly to any higher power. Dabi leans over, stroking his hair and kissing his face. âSuch a good boy, Kei.â
âCâmon, cum for her, Keigo.â Rumi joined in, rubbing his chest and hips.
âIâmâgah, ahâfuck!â His lips part in a silent cry, an angelâs plea. Tears were running down his face, matching your own. You two came together; Your walls squeezing around the silicone toy and his cock pumping into your throat. He emptied himself into your mouth. You came with him, gushing around the toy as you swallow his cum. As an attempt to slow your breathing, you drink aloof his arousal. Pulling off his now softening cock with a dopey grin only to fall onto him in exhaustion.
You laid nearly lifeless over top of Keigo. Rumi and Dabi quickly come to your aid. Pulling you off of each other. Rumi cradles the shaking blonde, stroking his hair as he cries. You curled in on yourself, quivering as tears rolled down your cheeks. âOh no, itâs okay. You both did so good. So good.â Your mind couldn't process what was happening anymore. Brain so clouded, your eyes couldn't focus on your surroundings.
You lay there, shaking, and shut your eyes. Slipping into an uncomfortable unconsciousness.
You were so out of it. High on weed and your numerous orgasms of the night. Your body ached in overstimulation, shivers wracking through you periodically. Heated hands run up and down your quivering body.
âShhh, relax, princess.â A voice rasps in your ear, kisses pressed down your spine. You lay on your stomach, trying to calm down and stop your hyperventilating. âI know, I know,â He cooes, continuing his motions. âYouâre doinâ so well fâus. Doinâ so fuckinâ well.â You relaxed under his grip, eyes slowly fluttering open.
âCan you hear me, princess?â You nod, tapping on the bed a few times. âGood, good.â He moves to cuddle you more easily, one of his arms moving to support your head. âYou wanna keep goinâ? Iâm not gonna force you to take more if yaâ canât.â Your mouth was dry, probably a factor of cotton mouth but, you swallowed enough spit to coat your throat.
âYes, please,â You take another large swallow. âWanâ more.â Dabi chuckles, lightly smacking your inner thigh. âDumb little slut wants more cock?â He purrs in your ear, moving to straddle you. âYes, Dabi. Wanâ more.â He manhandles you, forcing you more onto your stomach then, pushing your knees in so youâd be presenting for him, ass in the air.
âSuch a gorgeous ass,â He spreads your cheeks apart, watching as your cunt drools for him. âSloppy girl.â He dives down, kissing your messy hole. Your jolt forwards, whining loudly into the pillows. âMy pretty girl.â His scarred lips tainted your hole, smothering and lapping up any juices that spilled out of you.
His jeweled fingers soon join, slipping into your abused hole. âDa-Dabi!â You jolted forward, moving away from him. A sharp smack is landed right onto your left asscheek, followed by two extra.
âWho the fuck are you runninâ from, huh?â His voice was deep as he growled the words at you. Sharp teeth soon dig into your ass. You cried out, once again moving from the blossoming pain. Dabi spanks your cunny, cackling at your cries. âAnswer me you fuckinâ brat.â He tugs your hair, forcing you back to stare at him from upside down. Tears were in your eyes once again, threatening to pour out at any moment.
ââM suh-sorry, Dabi.â You were begging for sympathy. âNuh uh, apologize right.â Your brain was so hazed, you searched his eyes hoping for an answer.
ââM sorry, Daddy.â He smirks widely, pressing a kiss to your lips. âGood fuckinâ girl.â He kisses your lips softly, letting go of his rough hold. âYou wanâ my cock, hmm?â - âYes, Daddy. Want your cock, daddy.â A pleased smile worked its way onto his face.
Dabi readjusts your position, pushing your head into the pillows. âBe good for me, princess.â His leaking cockhead drags through your folds, starting from your clit and dragging down. You whine and push back onto him, hoping for more. He stops, slapping his pierced shaft against your soaked cunny. âBet this pretty pussyâs so tight,â He grabs your hips as he begins to push in. âSo tight and fuckinâ wet.â Dabi growls.
Feeling each cold bulb of his pierced dick sliding into your tight heat made you keen into the sheets. Fisting them tightly between your fists and jaw falling open. âAhâfuck meâŠâ His voice was slow and drawn out as he pushed through your gummy walls. âFuck yes, Daddy.â You pant, drooling onto the mussed sheets. Once heâs fully seated, he slowly pulls back out; Letting another beautiful moan flow from his tainted lips.
After a few agonizing thrusts, ripping whines, and whimpers from you, his thrusts pick up the pace. âCame four fuckinâ times anâ youâre still tight as a virgin?â The dark-haired man snarls, fucking into your tight cunt quickly.
His slow pace became fast and ruthless. âOh shit, Daddy!â You shouted, picking your head up for a breath of fresh air. You moan shamelessly into the air, eyes hazed in pleasure.
âPleaseâshitâplease, please! Sluhâslow down!â The air was being punched out of your lungs. You could feel his cock in your stomach, making a very obvious bulge protrude from your stomach. âPluhâplease! Stop, Daddy! âS too much!â
âUghâgod! Daddy, please!â His cock rammed your cervix, uncaring that you begged him to stop. His fingers dug into your hips in a bruising grip, keeping you upright as he used your dripping cunt. âCreaminâ on daddyâs dick already, hmm?â He growled in your ear, biting at the lobe. âJust started and you're already fallinâ apart.â His hips roughly smacked into your ass, pleasingly reddening your skin.
Dabiâs thrusts were precise and sharp, nailing your sweet spot each, and every time. âSqueezinâ me so damn tight, baby,â His head falls between your shoulder blades. His forehead presses against your sticky skin. âCum for me, doll. Cum all over Daddyâs dick.â Voice ragged from strain. His fingers trail down to your clit, weaving tight circles to bring you to the edge and you followed his order. Cumming loudly around his thick cock. Cunt pulsating and gushing around him as he moans in pleasure. Praising you for being so damn good for him.
âMy good girl, my good fuckinâ girl!â His voice hitches as his hips stutter. âFuck âm gonna cum, pretty.â He presses hot kisses to your back, lips dragging against your skin as he continues to fuck you roughly. You were breathless, barely hanging on to consciousness as he pistons in and out of your abused cunny. You wouldn't be walking for weeks.
âGonna fill up this tight pussy, mâkay, baby?â You nodded slowly, caught in your post-orgasm haze. The world covered by a thick smoke screen. He grips your waist hard as he spills into your womb, hips continuing their movements as he fucks his cum deep inside of you. Finally, he collapsed onto you. Kisses and mumbled apologies pressed into your skin; Digging into your brain.
The room's air was thick with smoke and lust. Everyone panting and returning to their previous reality. You and Keigo were down for the count. Both lay flat on your faces, panting wildly and eyes shut.
âYâdone?â You lay on the bed in a daze. Mouth parted, drool spilling onto the cool silk sheets. Body shivering from overstimulation and the crisp air. Holes twitching, nearly violently as slick and cum pour out of you. Your eyes are unfocused, staring ahead of you. If it werenât for the rise and fall of your body, they wouldâve thought you were dead.
âLetâs clean âem up, get âem in bed.â Dabi is already scooping you in his comforting grip. She helps Keigo up, leading you all to the bathroom. A soft kiss is pressed to your hairline, making you hum in content.
âI gotcha, princess.â
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Shaky Ground
Dean Winchester x Reader
When Dean accidently hurts you during sex it leads to you feeling unsure about your relationship because for the first time ever he won't reciprocate your attempts at intimacy even after you're healed
Cursing, mention of a bruised cervix, body parts being bruised,supernatural level of violence, NSFW happenings
Requested by @fullbelieverheart This ended up longer than Sam's version... sorry I love Sammy but Dean has my heart
Dean's jaw ached from how hard his teeth ground together. The hunt had been too close. You'd nearly...he didn't want to think about it. He couldn't think about it. He followed you into your shared hotel room, greatful Sam had the foresight to get two rooms. He couldn't imagine having to share the room with his brother right now.
When you turned to face him he felt his anger dissolve into that underlying fear. You didn't have any serious injuries, no more than him or Sam but the fact that if he'd been a little slower or a little weaker or if you'd had a little less fight in you.... "come here" he barely got out before scooping you up into his arms and walking towards the bed. What he couldn't say with words, he could say in other ways.
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You woke up slowly, the small amount of light from the curtain hitting your eyes. You could feel Dean's arm tucked tightly around your waist. As much as you wanted to cuddle up against him you could tell from the discomfort you were in that something was wrong.
You tried to move his arm without waking him but the moment you touched him his eyes fluttered open "What's wrong sweetheart?" You smiled at the concern in his voice "We didn't clean up before we fell asleep last night. I feel gross" he chuckled lightly and pressed a kiss to your shoulder "Good point. Let's grab a shower then I'll go wake Sammy up"
You felt him move out the bed so you moved to do the same but felt a harsh pull through your lower body. At first you assumed it was the usual post sex soreness, Dean was well endowed to say the least but when you had to bite down on your lip to not cry out you knew it was more and when you saw streaks of blood on the sheet you cursed lightly under your breath. Dean looked back from where he was pulled fresh clothes out of his duffle "Something wrong?" You smiled stiffly "No"
His smile dropped "Don't lie to me baby. What is it" you swallowed hard then bit back a grimace as you stood out of the bed and pulled the cover back "I um apparently bled a little last night?" He walked over and looked at the stains "You don't have periods because of your iud" you nodded slowly. His eyes went from the stain to your face then moved slowly down to your body "Did I hurt I hurt?"
You shrugged "Not really" you watched his throat move as he swallowed hard "let me rephrase the question here. Are you in pain right now from something I did last night?" You let out a breath and let your gaze drop to the floor "My pelvic area is really sore and it kinda hurts to move fast and I think I'm gonna bruise on my hips"
Dean moved slowly towards you and you felt his hands touch your body gently, his fingers tracing where you knew bruises would be. "Dean" you spoke his name softly and started to cover his hand with your own but he pulled away "I'm gonna go shower in Sam's room. There was an urgent care a few towns over. We'll stop by and see what's wrong" "It's not that serious Dean" you tried again but his face had already taken on that hard mask "I hurt you, inside and out. At least let me take you to a doctor"
"Just shower with me" your voice was nearly a whisper but he shook his head "I need to wake him up anyway" you watched him dress in yesterday's clothes and grab his clean ones before slipping out the door, only taking time to lock it behind himself.
"I needed the help" you whispered with tears in your eyes before slowly bending down to pick up your duffle bag. You hoped nothing was serious because the look in Dean's eyes was enough to snap your heart in two.
You sat in the backseat absorbing the silence that filled the impala. You had a bruised cervix and some mild bruising on your hips and thighs. The look in Dean's eyes when the doctor asked if you were safe at home...jesus.
You closed your eyes and laid back against the seat, holding your stomach where the heated patch Sam had found at the pharmacy was helping to soothe your muscles. You knew Dean would never hurt you on purpose and its not like you were exactly complaining, hell you'd been begging him not to stop as a matter of fact.
You tried not to let any discomfort show because outside of holding your hand while the doctor had done a pelvic exam he hadn't shown any physical affection. Anytime his eyes found yours in the mirror you would give him a small smile and he'd look away. What was going through his head?
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Deans head was anything but silent as he drove. What kind of man hurt the woman he loved? Intentionally or not? He glanced back at you in the mirror and this time you didn't notice his attention. You'd stolen Sam's flannel as a pillow as was using his jacket as a blanket. The anti inflammatory meds along with antibiotics had meant all of you had needed to stop for lunch to make sure you had food in your stomach but he hadn't been able to eat much.
His thoughts were filled with the fact that he'd hurt you. The one person you should've been able to trust to protect you was the one who hurt you. You must have finally gotten comfortable because you hadn't stirred in the last few miles and it seemed like you were asleep. "She's ok Dean. She's strong and heals fairly fast" Sam spoke softly, ignoring the daggers Dean glared in his direction "Sam they looked at me like I was abusive or worse. I bruised her cervix. I've never done that to anyone. Not even when I was a kid figuring out what goes where. I'm a grown man. How do I fuck up this bad? And bruises on her hips and thighs?"
Sam shrugged "Dean you're strong as hell man and she's got a high pain tolerance. You two were amped up from a hunt. Adrenaline was high. Just don't let this come between you" Dean glanced back at you again as you moved around in your sleep, a slight twinge of discomfort flashing across your face twisting his heart with guilt "Easier said than done"
Bruises fade internally as well as externally. What proved to be harder to heal was the ever widening gap between you and Dean. When he finally started sleeping in the bed with you again he'd wear a t-shirt and either sweatpants or loungepants to bed.
He'd kiss you but it would never go past a quick kiss. No tongue would ever even make it into the picture and he'd rarely even hold you when you slept. You were losing your mind. You'd tried everything you knew that would normally have him begging you but he'd either curl up behind you and go to sleep or make an excuse about helping Sam.
You fought back tears yet again as Dean barely brushed a kiss to your lips before heading into town to pick up needed things for the bunker. You grabbed a bottle of water and headed for the library to help Sam do research, maybe getting your mind off the growing doubt in your heart would help.
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You sat down at the table and Sam glanced up "You didn't go with Dean?" You scoffed "and have him accidentally touch any part of my body? The scandal" you hadn't meant to say it but it slipped out. His eyes widened "Guess he's still avoiding a certain subject"
You covered your face with your hands "Fuck I shouldn't be talking to you about it" "Hey, if it helps then talk" Sam offered and you let your hands slide down to offer him a greatful smile "I love him so much Sam and I know relationship are so much more than that but I miss the connection. I miss being in his arms. I miss feeling like I'm completely his and that he's completely mine"
You wiped your eyes before the tears could spill. He nodded slowly "He's scared. He won't admit it but he is. He felt so horrible when he realized he hurt you and the way he was treated at that urgent care... he doesn't want to risk hurting you again so you're gonna have to put the foot forward and make it intentional. All cards on the table thing"
You nodded after a moment "Thanks Sammy" he smiled "Of course"
You knew Dean had purposely stayed up late tinkering around in the garage. Baby didn't need tuning up, neither did your car. He kept them in top form. He was avoiding you.
You walked around the room you shared with him, stretching your legs and wondering just how to approach the subject without him feeling like you were pushing him into a corner. Dean never reacted well if he felt like something was an ultimatum but this wasn't fair to either of you.
You were healed up, inside and out. You hadn't blamed him any, even when you'd still been sore to the touch. You'd always known Dean was strong. Hell he fought monsters for most of his life, hand to hand and won. That required physical strength. Mix with the fact that you had a pain tolerance that Bobby had called insane...well you were surprised it'd taken this long for an accident to happen.
You loved Dean's strength, he was normally so gentle with you but that one night you'd almost died. You'd known it just the same as him. The adrenaline hadn't even faded from your system to acknowledge it when you'd gotten back to the hotel and you needed to feel like you were still alive and he needed the confirmation you were still alive as well. Dean out of every person on the face of the earth would die a thousand times over before ever intentionally hurting you and you knew that to the bottom of your heart. If only you could make him see that.
You laid down on the bed and curled your legs up under you. You felt defeated. If you couldn't win the fight for your relationship, how the hell could you win any others?
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You heard the door crack open after a while and started to pretend like you were asleep but turned to face Dean was was standing next to his dresser. He smiled softly "Did I wake you?" You shook your head "No, I haven't exactly been sleeping good"
He dropped his gaze down "Are you hurting again?" "Physically? No" you replied softly before turning around again, giving him your back. You didn't want to hurt him but you had no clue how to give voice to your own fears in the moment either.
You choked back a sob when the bed dipped behind you right before you felt his arm slip around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "I'm so sorry sweetheart" you gently laid your hand on his arm, fingers lightly trailing over the skin because you were honesty starved for any touch from the man now holding you "It's ok Dean"
He leaned his forehead over to rest between your shoulders, warm breath hitting your skin where the shirt you slept in had slid down "I would never hurt you please tell you know that" "I know" you whispered.
You laid there for a few minutes just enjoying the fact that he was holding you before he moved around. You thought he was getting comfortable to go to sleep but his lips brushed against your neck. Your breath came out in a harsh shudder "Dean" you started to turn to face him so he loosened his grip to let you turn in his arms.
He kept one hand on your hip, lightly tracing the patterns on your shorts "Can we talk?" He asked and you nodded. "I'm terrified here sweetheart. The night I hurt you... I almost lost you that night and I was blinded by the what ifs...we should've showered...got some food or something to calm down first...I know that now..."
"I wasn't exactly telling you to stop Dean" you cut him off and he smiled slightly "I know but still it's my job to protect you, even if it's from me" you picked at the front of his shirt and nodded "You do protect me Dean" he gave you a look and you grinned before pretending to lock your lips.
"Seeing blood on the sheets and knowing I caused it. I hurt the woman I love bad enough she bled?" He closed his eyes for a moment so you took the opportunity to move your hand from his chest to his jaw, cupping it gently and letting your nails scratch the scruff covering it from the days he'd missed trimming it.
"Can I talk now?" He opened his eyes slowly and nodded "you do protect me Dean. That night, yeah we could calmed down and not let adrenaline run us but lesson learned. I was never mad at you, if I hadn't been hurting I would've kicked every last one of those doctors asses for even thinking such of you but I did yell at them"
He laughed, resuming letting his fingers trace patterns on your hips "Yeah I remember you yelling excuse the fuck out of him for having a big cock I know it's not like any of you or any of your husbands have to worry about that issue" you smiled at seeing him relax even just a bit "I'm not made of glass of Dean but I do acknowledge the fact that the man I'm in love with is extremely strong. I also know that the man I love with would never hurt me intentionally but Dean I miss you. I've been healed up for weeks now and you'll barely kiss me"
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He leaned closer to catch your lips in a gentle kiss. Just when you figured he would move away he gripped your hips gently then rolled over onto his back so you were left straddling him. When you gasped from the sudden movement he deepened the kiss, rolling his tongue against yours in a way that had your head spinning.
When you were forced to break away from his lips he grinned up at you "I miss you too sweetheart. I'm still worried I'm gonna hurt you" you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment then shrugged with a playful smile "Face your fears Winchester"
When you slipped your shirt over your head his eyes darkened "You gonna lay back and let make sure you're good and ready for me?" One of his hands teased up your side to graze over your breast. After so long with no intimacy every little touch had small gasps leaving you and it was clear from the weight growing against your thigh that the sounds falling from you were having an effect on Dean.
You nodded so he pulled you down to him, his mouth finding your left nipple. Teeth barely grazing the sensitive bud. A low moan of his name escaped you as you rolled your hips against his causing a low groan to leave him.
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He released your breast then turned the two of you over so you were on your back and he was now over you. You watched him as he slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it. You didn't waste any time letting your hands find his chest, fingers exploring the expanse of skin that you loved. His eyes closed at such an innocent touch but you knew it he was as starved for your touch as you were for his the touch was anything but.
When his eyes fluttered open the look in them made your stomach flip. He caught your lips in a searing kiss that wasn't rough but wasn't chaste either. It made heat flare through your body as his fingers teased the waistband of your shorts "I need to feel you" he whispered as his fingers disappeared under your shorts.
One of his fingers teased through your folds and he groaned when he felt how wet you already were "Oh baby, I've been neglecting you haven't I?" His words were teasing but his tone wasn't as he moved from your lips to your neck, kissing and nipping every place he knew would make your body react. When he finally slid one finger into you, you gasped at the feeling.
He curled his finger up and easily found that spot inside of you, adding a second digit as your arousal grew even more. The sound was lewd as he worked you to an orgasm, marking your neck as chest as he did. You were embarrassingly soaked when he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit that was all it took to push you over that edge and you came with a loud moan of his name.
He caught your lips in another passionate kiss before pulling his fingers to his mouth, holding your eyes as he licked them clean. "I need a taste" he murmured, moving to hover over you. He started at your lips,letting you taste yourself on him before starting down your body kissing and marking every inch of skin he could.
You were a fucking puddle under him before he ever got to your shorts. When he settled himself between your knees he smiled at you "I love you sweetheart" you smiled weakly "I love you Dean" he pulled your shorts off your legs and started at your left ankle, kissing up to just shy of where you needed him before repeating the action on your right leg.
Just when you thought he was going to tease you more he licked a long line into you and when your response was to tangle your fingers into his hair he dove in like a man starved.
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You'd already came two or was it three times? Hell you had no idea. All you knew was your legs felt like they were made of jello, your entire body felt soft and Dean still hadn't let up. "Dean, please baby I can't"
He leaned back from you, chin glistening with your wetness "Tapping on me?" You nodded "Come here please" for the first time you saw hesitation in his eyes. "Please" you repeated and he left another kiss on your clit before making his way back up your body. When he kissed you, you tasted yourself on his lips.
You could feel his hardened cock through his sweatpants and hooked your leg around his waist to pull him down to you "I want you" "Sweetheart.." "I trust you" you whispered and saw something shift in his demeanor. Was that what he needed to hear?
He stood up long enough to kick his sweats off then climbed back up the bed, holding his weight on his arms. You could feel his cock sitting against your thighs "You won't hurt me" you whispered. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before lining himself up with your entrance.
When he started to push in you both let out a harsh breath. He froze, eyes searching your face so you laughed breathlessly "It's a normal you're big and we haven't had sex in a while reaction. Don't stop" he kept going at your encouragement until he was fully inside of you.
Once he was buried inside of you, you felt his hand shake slightly when he brushed the hair out of your face "Are you ok?" You nodded "I'm ok baby. You can move" he let his lips find yours as his hips gave a tentative roll. When you moan lightly he moved down from your lips to your neck.
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He buried his face in your neck as he found a pace that had your hands gripping his shoulders and praises of him falling from your lips. "You're the perfect one sweetheart. Look at you. All spread out for me, loving me" he groaned into your flesh and you knew he was close. He was holding back to make sure you found your own release.
He slipped one hand between your bodies and when his fingers found your clit your orgasm had you screaming his name. You could feel his hips falter and knew he was close. "I'm not gonna break. Nothing hurts" you whispered and his thrusts got just slightly deeper as he chased his own release. When he finally came and buried himself inside of you with a final thrust he pressed his head over onto your chest as both of your heavy breathing filled the room.
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When Dean gently pulled out of you his eyes tracked the sheet under you so you smiled sleepily "We need to get cleaned up but I promise that's just a wet spot. No blood"
He pressed a deep kiss to your lips "I'll go start a bath. You get in first and I'll change the sheets then come join you" you raised an eyebrow "Dean we hadn't had sex in weeks. You just wrang like four orgasms out of me. Are you gonna wrap me in a sheet and carry me to the bathroom?"
He nodded as he slipped his sweatpants back on as if it was ridiculous for to you to think otherwise. You knew arguing was pointless so why not enjoy the brute strength of the man you loved? You shook your head with a laugh "I love you Dean" he grinned "I love you too. Now arms up"
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Overpoweringly Sweet
Logan Howlett aka Wolverine x gn!nonspecified mutant! Reader
Summary: Somehow you contracted Hanahaki for a man you hardly ever spoken to. Cant end well can it?
W/C: ~9k Warnings: a little OOC, angst, graphic description of coughing up flowers with blood.
AO3 Mirror A/N: I never post actual fics on tumblr but I feel that it needs to be done here. So sorry if its kinda formatted weird? it will also be on AO3!. First x-men fic too so sorry if its a bit ooc. Not really based on any specific iteration of Wolverine. Also not edited like, at all. Also I take requests! :3
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You know, having a crush on someone so unattainable is laughable at best. Having a crush on them and apparently somehow contracting Hanahaki is even worse. How does that even happen? You havenât even spoken to the guy more than a few words. Too embarrassed to open your mouth to introduce yourself and you work together. Yet here you are, petals on the bathroom floor and a constricting feeling in your throat. Your head lying on the back of the stall door. Still heaving from the sudden onslaught of overly sickly floral-scented petals that spilled out.
Gardenias. Pure white and mocking.Â
The smell of them made you nauseous. The sight of them even more so. After looking up what they meant. It just made things even worse.
Secret love. How fitting.
Itâs a damn crush, and the world decided it was love. Love for a grumpy ass old man with hair that kinda made you think of a cat. Actually, he reminded you of a cat in general. One that you want to rest your face on and fall asleep. Bury your face in those pecs of his. Muscles may look hard, but they do have a bit of squish. By God, does he have muscles. Youâve caught him shirtless a few times. All by accident, of course. You werenât a pervert. Anytime you think of it, your jaw clenches tight.
Ah, getting off-topic here. Back to the fact that apparently, hanahaki doesnât care if youâve ever talked to someone before.
The stall door was cool against your cheek when you turned your head, and it was less gross than hugging the toilet like you wanted to so you could flush the flowers down the drain. It was terrible. The petals surround you, and a single full bloom floats mockingly in the toilet.
You know how to cure it. The moment that the flower petals started to spill from your lips, you desperately looked for what it was. It wasnât that hard to find, apparently some find it sickeningly romantic. Bet they never had to deal with the ache that was constant around your lungs. You found the cure for it as well. Should be easy to do, right? Tell the person how you feel and they return it, or get it surgically removed. The surgery should be the right choice. Itâs the only choice. Youâve hardly spoken to the man who coveted your affection, but the thought of not feeling the tug of your heart when you see him was too much to bear. Which makes no sense! Itâs a dumb crush.
God, youâre an idiot.
A deep breath fills your lungs slightly, and the pain wraps around your chest as you try to get a full breath. Your hands find purchase on the rim of the toilet, and you push yourself up. Now, on two shaky legs, you wipe your mouth. You need to clean up the petals before anyone comes in. It was still the middle of the day, and classes were still going. Thank God the coughing fit didnât hit you till lunch, or you would have to explain to a classroom full of students. That would be embarrassing. Yeah sorry class, your teacher is in love with someone they canât have, letâs continue with the lesson now! Embarrassing.
Your hands start to pick up the petals. Each one feels as if it was searing into your skin. One, two, five, ten, thirty. Thirty petals and one full bloom. You were screwed. You could go to Hank. See if he knew any other way around it, any way to fix the disgusting flowers that took root in your lungs. Maybe being a mutant changed how to cure the disease? That was just hopeful thinking, though.
After mulling over the choices for a few moments more, you finally unlock the stall door and walk over to the garbage, quickly discarding the petals that did not make it into the toilet.
Your feet then carry you out of the bathroom and, as luck would have it, right into the chest of the one person you did not want to face yet.
Logan.
You were right, though. The muscles on his chest were squishy. God you want to just motorboat him real fast. Would that be weird? Yeah it would be. As quickly as you ran into him, you tried to remove yourself from his personal space. You know the guy wasnât too fond of touch. You think. You actually⊠donât know. Words quickly spill from your mouth as you try to apologize. âSorry, sorry. Didnât see you.â
Logan just makes some gruff-sounding noise and continues on his way. You could faintly see as he walked away scrunching of his nose. He was probably able to smell the faint floral scent that was clinging to you. It probably wasnât pleasant. You didnât like the scent, it probably was a lot stronger on his end.
As you stand in the hallway after the sudden bump into your crush, you place your hand on your chest to calm your beating heart, and you walk in the opposite direction to your classroom. It hurt that he didnât even say anything back to your apology, but that seemed pretty in character. To you, at least. If you were on friendlier terms, maybe not, but you doubt he even knows your name.
The thought of the surgery resurfaces in your head. Maybe you should get it. Ignore the deep-seated pain in your heart at the thought of losing your feelings for him. However, the repercussions of a botched removal is another reason not to do so. It could remove the feeling of ever being in love again. Would that be so bad though?
You shake your head. You have a class you have to get back to⊠and a phone call to make.
The day continued on like normal after that. Classes, grading papers, discreetly removing petals from your mouth into the trashcan by your desk as you graded papers. A new norm for you. It did seem that a few students had noticed a slight change in you. In fact, one of them even got you a get well soon card. Sweet, but it left a bitter taste in your mouth.
If you donât get better soon, you will probably end up another statistic for the disease. How many people were there that had it and perished as the roots wrapped around the lungs and slowly filled the valves on the heart. Too many, probably. You couldnât bring yourself to look at that. Thatâs why you were now sitting in your now empty classroom, making a phone call. You had found a number to a doctor who specializes in the disease. You would get some advice and decide from there what you want to do.
The phone rings, once, twiceâŠ.
âHello, this is Dr. Forrestâs office. How may I help you?â How fitting a doctor who knows about Hanahaki has a nature-based last name.
You quickly introduce yourself and ask if you could speak to him or schedule an appointment. Apparently the only way to talk to him is with an appointment. The next one isnât for a few months. You donât even know if youâll last that long. Youâve been keeping track. A full bloom appeared today. A singular full bloom, no steam. The petals were loose so it had to be in the early start of the mid stages. It was taking its time infecting you. It must be due to not seeing Logan all the time.
You do tend to avoid him when you can. The thought of seeing him always makes your cheeks burn. Man was just too hot. It made it seem like you were in love with just his looks! You werenât. Otherwise, you wouldnât be coughing up all these petals. Youâre pretty sure it wasnât just his looks. The flower has a meaning, after all.
Maybe if you avoid Logan, actually stop trying to see if you can see him across the halls. Stop looking for him during dining hours. Just try to ignore him. Though unless he was going to go on one of those sudden long vanishing acts. Well, you doubt that you actually will be able to avoid him enough to live till the next appointment. You really are screwed. Shit.
Running a hand over your face with a groan you lean back in the chair behind your desk. What should you do? The surgery now seemed to be out of the question. So now you either confess and die, or you just die. Which definitely was not the ideal thing to do. You were screwed. Hands down. Your name is on the death warrant the moment the receptionist said months. Maybe you should go to Hank. Dude was a certified genius right? He would know something.
A knock at your door made you jump. Quickly you lift your head and look over to the closed door to your classroom. Could be a student, another faculty member? Whoever it was either needed you or the room.
âCome on in.â
Silence followed and then the door opened up. Your gaze turns to the door, ready to answer whatever questions that are going to follow. Till you hear the tall tale sound of boots, heavy. The sound of jeans rubbing against legs. A jacket rustling slightly from movement. Jeez, why are you suddenly so aware of the sounds?
Your eyes hone in on the man youâve been thinking about. Logan. Twice. TWICE in one day youâve seen him up close. See him in your space. He never seeks you out. You never get to see him up close like this more than once or twice a week. Itâs like youâre in a fanfiction and someone is pushing the two of you together.
Thatâs silly though, this was real life.
âOh, Logan. How can I⊠help you?â Could you sound any more awkward? You want to bang your head on your desk. Especially with how he was just looking at you. Should you have called him Wolverine? Mr. Howlett?
âYou need to let up on that perfume youâre wearing. Can smell it all over the hall.â His face gives away the fact he smells something he doesnât like.Â
Perfume?... Perfume⊠The flowers. Of course he could smell it. The floral scent has been clinging to you since the first petals slipped from between your lips.
âOh, heh sorry. Iâll try to use less of it.â You just laugh a bit, still feeling a tad bit uncomfortable, the sudden tickle in your throat reminding you that you could not stop the smell from permeating your skin. That it will linger on you till you no longer have these flowers growing inside of your chest. âIf I use too much again Iâm sorry. Canât really tell when I use too much or not.â
Blue eyes narrow at you, you can tell he doesnât believe you. That he should call you out on it. âThanks bub, itâs masking everything else.â
With that he left the room as quickly as he came, there was a slight pause and you can tell he glanced at the trash can by your desk. The trash can that had a few petals thrown in haphazardly. Thought to be hidden by the papers that you threw on top. You hope that is all he sees.
That was such an awkward interaction. You slam your head on the desk once more. God why are you such an idiot.
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Time continues on like normal, but recently you catch Logan at the corner of your eye. Which is normal, you usually do seek him out. Yet now itâs like he is everywhere you go. Walking in the gardens, heâs out there smoking one of his cigars leaning on a tree or the wall of the mansion. Youâd be eating and youâd see him a table or two away, his eyes on you. You can feel them boring into your skin. Youâll be walking in the hallways and see him turning a corner before you fully spot him. More often than not you find him outside of the bathroom you were just in after coughing up a storm. Just standing by the door like a guard dog. Always scrunching his nose when the door opens and the aroma of flowers follows you out.
He knew. He had to. He had to know something was wrong with you. There is no way he doesnât. The man has been alive long enough that he probably knows the signs of what you have. The disease that is currently ruining your life. He has probably seen all sorts of people who have had Hanahaki. You wonât be the first, nor the last person he has seen inflicted with it either. Itâs probably why heâs keeping an eye on you. He must have found out when he came to ask you to stop using so much perfume and yet you still smell that sickeningly floral smell on you.
Unless youâre just suddenly more aware of him than you were before. Which you shouldnât be. You were already highly aware of him due to your damn dumb crush thatâs killing you. Eyes are always lingering on him.
Itâs probably because of the scent thatâs following you around. It is probably sticking out more than your usual scent, which was. You donât know. What do you normally smell like? Apparently, itâs something non-distinct since the new smell is pretty overpowering. If you can smell it, it must be strong.
You wish you knew what was going through the manâs head. You couldnât really ask him. You arenât close to him like that. Canât ask the people he is close to either because you arenât close to them. You kinda just, are here in the mansion teaching. Youâre not a part of x-men, you arenât too interested in fighting anyways. You earned your keep teaching. You are vaguely close to Hank though. Well, in recent events at least. You could ask him?
Yeah, no, you arenât. Youâre going to suffer through this. You can handle it. You donât need to know whatâs going on in his mind.
Which reminds you, you need to actually go talk to Hank. Youâve been putting it off, but the full blooms are startling. Every other coughing fit brings one full bloom. It has only been a week since the first bloom and with the sudden influx of Logan sightings, it is speeding up. You needed an out and fast. Before it kills you.
Thus here you are walking through the mansion to head down to his lab. Quickly avoiding anyone you see. The scent of flowers following you through the halls like a wraith. Leaving a trail of sweetness to waft into the air. Disgusting.
As you make your way into the lab you spot Hank, or Beast? Shit, you donât even know which one he prefers to be called. You really should ask, huh. Anyway, you spot him.
When the blue-furred man spots you, he quickly greets you with your name: âIt is good to see you this fine evening. What do I owe the pleasure? It is not often I see you down here.â
If you could, you would sigh deeply. The rattling of vines stops the motion before it begins. âHi yeah uh. I got into a delicate situation and I donât know who else to go to? The doctor I had called canât really see me and I donât know what else to do and youâre like⊠The smartest person I know so Iâm hoping⊠you could help?â The words spill out quickly.
Hank raises an eyebrow and fixes the glasses perched on his face. The man was upside down for some odd reason, and he quickly flipped to land on the ground. With grace you donât expect for someone his size. Then again, youâve seen some weird ass mutations. He motions for you to sit down on one of the beds stationed in the lab. One used when needed for situations like this. Medical, scientific, not something you can throw a punch at and fix.
After sitting down on the bed, you start to explain. Words flowing like a waterfall. He is the first person you have gone into detail about your condition. How the petals slip from your lips like a poison, the tightening of your chest with each breath. The fear of losing yourself to unrequited love and dying because of it. You do not mention who it is directed at nor the fact you thought it was a crush and did not deserve to have evolved into such a disease.
The room fell silent after your reveal, a silence that stretched on longer than you would have liked. God, you hope he has an idea about how to help you out of this mess.
âFrom my knowledge there are only two cures. I assume you already know.â A pause as you answer with a curt nod. âI do not believe there are any other alternatives other than what has been proven to work. I assume that you are here to find out if there are any or that you require the surgery.â
âI canât tell them⊠I really had hoped that you would know. I donât.â You sigh and run a hand through your hair, messing it up slightly. It was already a mess from earlier, but you know how hands are in hair. âItâs not an option to tell them.â
âI see. It will take some time, but I will see if I can learn the correct procedure so that there will be minimal to no complications.â Hank pats you on the shoulder and motions for you to head out. He had some things to do and research to go over. Escorting you out of his lab so Hank may do what is necessary. He didnât give a timeline, but you trust that he can do it before your time is up.
You really hope that he can do this.
After leaving the lab, you had to pass some of the other faculty. Or X-men? Yeah, it seems they are setting off on a mission of some sort. You pass Cyclops, Storm, Jean and. Yeah, that is exactly who you donât want to see right now. Logan. Seems he is going with them. To, wherever they have to go. You give them all a small nod in acknowledgment as you pass them. Each one provides you a small smile or nods back.
Logan though? He pauses when you pass him. His face contorted into something you werenât too sure of. He probably caught another whiff of the flowers on you. Great. The others give him a look and he just grunts at them. Somehow they understand and continue on their way. Leaving you with Logan.
A hand grabs your bicep, fingers wrapping around the muscle. Your gaze drops to the hand, in another life you were sure it would be rough with use, but it was surprisingly soft. The grip was not, natural strength hidden behind the hold. A promise that you would not be able to pull away without exerting yourself.
âYouâre smellinâ worse. Thought I told you to let up.â A gruff voice, oh how you want to roll in that voice. That was a weird thought, you should probably stop thinking of that like a weirdo. God are you a weirdo?
An awkward laugh bubbles up from your chest. You can feel your own muscles tense under his hold and gaze. Damn heâs never looked at you like this before. A slight glare, crinckled nose, and a slight snarl on his lips. You must be really weird because damn was that kind of a hot look. Which somehow in turn makes your chest tighten and the tickle of a cough is trying to break free. You swallow hard to bite it back. Yet you can feel the petals moving through your throat.Â
âSorry sorry, I guess I overdid it?â You pull your eyes away from his. Unable to continue to look at his face. Be it from your weird thoughts, the tickle in your throat or your inability to keep eye contact with someone. âI swear Iâm not doing it on purpose.â
âYouâre hiding that you're sick.â The grip on your arm tightens. Not in a painful manner no, but a reminder that you cannot run away from this conversation. Which is odd right? Why does Logan care? You two hardly know each other. Sure you apparently love the man, but youâre still sure he doesnât even know your name. Youâve seen him care for others in the mansion, a good friend in an odd way. A father figure and mentor to some of the students. Also in a weird way. Youâre sure heâd brush off that idea and say he isnât. He is.
Wait, he just said youâre sick⊠âIâm not sick?âÂ
Logan's eyes narrow as he stares at you. Do you look sick? Sure youâve gotten a little pale and eating has gotten a little hard so you havenât been eating as much as you usually do. Does being sick have a smell to it? Fuck that is weird. Well, some animals could tell when others are sick before physical symptoms show. Maybe that's how he knew. No, that wouldnât make sense because you arenât really sick. You just have a big fat crush that's killing you.Â
You can tell Logan doesnât believe you. âJust fix it. Canât stand the smell on you.â His hand lets go and he stalks down the hallway to where the others had walked off to. Your eyes linger on his form as he walks away. The ghost of a feeling on your arm where his hand had wrapped around it. The slight warmth seeping into your skin slowly vanishes. God youâre fucked.Â
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And fucked you are. Itâs been at least two months since you told Hank about the hanahaki. Hank is taking his sweet ass time researching the procedure, the doctor you called has called back finally and mentioned that his next opening for a consultation was still months away. Which you decide to say fuck that guy, you trust Hank can do it. The doctor probably wonât even work on a mutant. Logan is still always at the corner of your eye. A scowl or sneer on his face anytime he looks at you. Not to mention the flowers! Theyâre getting worse.
Full blooms, multiple at a time. Their petals no longer loose around the center. Now they are tightly packed, fully bloomed and speckled with blood as they escape through your throat. Occasionally there would be a flower that had not bloomed yet. Still wrapped tightly, not fully formed. You werenât sure what that meant, but youâre sure it wasnât good. At least they were not roses. You feel bad for those who dealt with that. Thorns were something you were happy that was not in the mix of your own flower hell.
The flowers arenât fully developed yet. Stems have not fallen with them. Yet you are unsure if you would survive long enough to see the end stages of hanahaki. Your body is getting weaker and weaker each day. Your own mutation even fighting against you. You can hardly call on it now. Once you had wished to be a normal person, but that has been years ago. Now you feel like you are losing a part of yourself. These damn flowers truly are killing you. Both physically and emotionally.Â
You had to leave class more often. The coughs that tore through your chest made it unbearable to speak long enough to teach an entire class to its completion. Students start to worry, other faculty seem to notice the sudden change as you have to start asking for people to cover your class for you as you rush to the restroom to hug the porcelain throne to exude the flowers of love. Each time more and more petals fall from your lips, tears stain your cheeks more often due to the pain and energy it takes to clear them out from your throat.Â
It has gotten to the point where you had to ask someone to cover your class in full, or cancel it. You donât want to cancel your classes, but at the rate you are going it will be the only thing you can do. Today is probably the last full class you can handle, you feel like shit. Your throat itches, your stomach aches from the lack of food. Your head hurts because of the lack of sleep from the coughing. Yeah, you might have to take a break from it all. What surprises you is that Logan is waiting outside of your classroom.
Ok itâs not that surprising. Youâve been catching him outside your classroom since he came back. It is like he is suddenly more aware of you. He doesnât say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you. You would be excited usually, your crush suddenly paying attention to you! How great is that? Yet lately it just makes things feel so much worse. Especially with that sneer on his face. You know he knows something is up, he made it clear two months ago. Though he hasnât brought it up again. Yet he is always there. Like a shadow.Â
Which is honestly a bit uncomfortable. You arenât used to this amount of attention.Â
âYou donât have to stand out here you know?â Papers you needed to grade were in your arms. You may need to take a break, but you should at least grade these papers before someone takes the class over. Your last bit of work.Â
Logan just stares at you. The slight glare, the wrinkled nose, the arms crossing making those muscles bulge out of his shirt. You had to quickly drag your eyes away from his arms so you arenât caught staring. You donât meet his eyes though. It was too intense.Â
âYouâre getting worse.â Way to point out the obvious Logan.
âGood observation.â A short pause follows after. Silence falls for a few moments. âI uh, itâs why Iâm takin a break. Sick leave? Uh⊠YeahâŠâ You really donât know how to talk to him. The tickle in your throat is back again. Too soon, you just hacked up half your lung just moments before. You really donât want to cough in front of him. You thought he might already know what it is, but he still thinks the smell on you is perfume. So no way do you want him to know the truth.Â
Logan stares at you a few moments longer, a slight grunt. His head motioned for you to follow him. Thatâs how you read it at least as he starts to walk down the corridor and only pauses to look at you. Looks like youâre following him. This canât end well can it?Â
The two of you walk silently through the corridors. Your arms are still full of papers, but it seems the two of you are heading out into the garden. Probably for the best, the crisp air outside will dull the floral scent. Hopefully at least. Even if it lingers on your skin and it has gotten to the point others have even started to point it out. The halls were mostly empty though at this time. Most students are already off doing their own thing, you can vaguely hear a laughter from down the hall as the two of you finally make your way outside.
Into the garden, the cool air bites at your exposed arms. You should have worn a jacket. Too late for that now it seems. The trees are already turning orange, autumn making its way across the land. Oranges, reds and browns. If you werenât full of anxiety you would be enjoying the sights. Especially as Logan brings you over to a small bench by the man-made pond. A bit away from everyone, but still close enough to the mansion you can dash inside if needed.Â
You take a seat first. The papers sit beside you. Logan stands in front of you. Arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He isnât sitting. Why isnât he sitting?
âSo uhâŠâ Your voice comes out first, awkward and a bit unsure. The tickle in your throat grows again as you fight it back.
âItâs not perfume on you is it?â Loganâs gaze never leaves yours, but you canât help but look away. Too uncomfortable with the eyes boring into you. You never once used perfume, though you did use that as an excuse didnât you?
Silence followed after. Your eyes looking at the ground as you kick your legs back and forth. Unable to voice the truth. Logan is still looking at you, jaw clenching most likely. You donât have to look at him to know.
His voice finally cuts through the silence. Apparently he was sick of you beating around the bush and not answering him. Your name on his lips startling you slightly. You honestly thought he didnât know your name, but it seems you were wrong. âWhat's makin you so sick that itâs leaving you to look like that and smell like that.â
You should tell him. Tell him. TELL HIM.Â
âŠÂ
Youâll tell him without actually telling him. You donât think youâd survive telling him the full truth. Youâre a pretty good liar most of the time. He might be able to pick through the lie but heâs not that perceptive right?Â
âI uh⊠Itâs.â You feel like youâre stumbling over your words, your throat constricting. âI have.â
You couldnât finish your sentence. Your muscles tensing as a cough tears through you. Violently. Your body lurching forward as your hand shoots up to cover your lips as the cough pulls out petals and blossoms alike. Your hand canât catch all the petals as they spill to the ground. Your eyes clenching shut as tears prickle the corners due to how painful it was. The other hand not covering your mouth grabs at your chest. As if you could claw the roots out through your skin. It burns.Â
It burns, it burns, it burns.Â
It wonât stop. You canât stop hacking up the petals. Each cough brings out a sob with it as well. It has never been this bad. The scent of gardenias explodes. It burns your nose. You hate the smell of it. If you survive youâll never be able to handle this scent again. Your body retching forward as you double over. Body crumpling in on itself as you try desperately to get some air into your already filled lungs. You would think having plants living in your lungs would give you more oxygen. If only it didnât wrap tightly around your lungs and neighboring organs. Leaving little space for what you truly needed.
You almost forget Logan is there with you. An unexpected presence sits beside you. Warmth seeping into your side. He doesnât set a comforting hand on your back. Doesnât say any words. But him sitting beside you is enough comfort. You donât think you could handle physical touch anyways. Your body would probably jerk harder at it. Hanahaki really was a killing disease wasnât it. It was going to kill you before even getting to the final stage. You canât do this.
Slowly the coughing fit lessens. The petals and blooms spilling from your mouth as if it was all you breathed came to a stop. Your body still hunched over, tears filling your eyes as you finally, finally stopped coughing up the damned flowers. You were still shaking, trying to catch the lost breath.
âYouâre ok sweetheart. Just try and breathe.â Something large, heavy, warm rests on your upper back. Small soothing circles. He called you sweetheart, that was strange. You donât expect comfort. You donât think Logan expected to comfort you like this either. It was an awkward movement, but comforting. You wanted to lean into it, lean into him. You werenât going to though. Pain was radiating through your chest and you werenât sure you would be able to sit up straight without coughing again. Fear that any movement will bring on another coughing fit settled inside of you like a vice. You can still feel the slight tickle in your raw throat.Â
You taste blood.
It takes a few tries, gasping tries, before air finally was able to fill your lungs enough that you could breathe properly. Or well, as well as you can with roots wrapping around your insides. You pull out a few petals that were still stuck in your mouth and let them fall to the ground as you slowly sit up. Still slightly hunched over but no longer practically hugging your legs. You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand, blood from your lips smearing across your skin. Eyes on the ground where the mess you made mocks you. There's so much, white and red. White flowers that you would have thought beautiful covered in splotches of your own blood. Tainting the gardenias, tainting the meaning of secret love. Disgusting. Youâre disgusting.Â
Your eyes linger on the ground as you finally speak. Voice raspy and strained. âSorry.âÂ
âNothin to be sorry about, nasty thing you got. Seen it a few times.â Loganâs voice is gruff, yet there is a touch of something tender in there. Unexpected. You donât like it. He shouldnât be treating you like this. He doesnât know you, he doesnât know that youâre like this because of him, because of your dumb crush on him that the world decided was good enough to practically kill you. Â
Ok thatâs not true. You know under his rough and tough demeanor and the huge, insensitive ass he could be. Heâs caring and trustworthy. Loyal as fuck and self-sacrificing. Itâs what had drawn you in in the first place. The soft look heâd give to people he cared about when no one was looking. The way he treats the younger mutants. It was heartwarming. Your admiration for him turned from simply looking up to him to wanting him to look at you that way.
Silence falls between the two of you again as you continue to try to take in oxygen. The taste of iron and earth is still on your tongue. The sound of fellow mutants distantly chatting and the occasional bird cuts through the silence. You donât want to talk, you donât want to tell him who your affliction derives from. You doubt he would ask, but he might. Youâll need to think of an excuse. A lie. Anything to keep him from finding out it is him. Heâd reject you. You know this already. Youâve seen him look at others. He doesnât look at you like that. You just learned he knew your name too! The two of you hardly spoke before. This is the most attention you have ever gotten from him. He doesnât love you the way the disease needs him to.Â
âWho's the asshole?â His words cut through the silence again. Surprising you once more. This definitely is the most words he has ever spoken to you.
âDoesnât matter⊠He doesnât feel the same.â Your throat continued to feel raw. It hurt to speak, but you needed to answer. You couldnât stay quiet when he asked. Your gaze moves from the ground to glance at him from the side. You try not to meet his eyes but you can see a look on his face that had never been directed towards you. In any other situation you would be happy, ecstatic. Right now though, it makes your stomach tie up in uncomfortable knots.Â
A slight hint of anger crosses Loganâs face and his hand just rests on your back, no longer rubbing those soothing circles. You know he wants to know. The look he has on him makes you think he sees you as someone under his protection, itâs nice. Even if it is not really what you want at the moment.
âSo youâre willing to die for him.â There was a short pause between his words. His tone is soft, you donât like it. âSeen most with it die that way. Shouldnât have to die like that.â
You decide not to reply to the fact that you were willing to die for these feelings. Why? Because you still donât want to believe it is true. Even with the flowers clearly showing signs the crush was love. Infatuation. You hate this. âDr. Mccoy is going to perform the surgery for me. Should be any day now.â
You at least hope it will be any day now. You spoke to him a couple days ago and he seemed a bit all over the place so you couldnât ask him if he was ready yet. You know he hadnât forgotten, you saw the books laying on one of the tables next to some tools, but time was ticking and it was ticking fast. You know it and now⊠Now Logan knows it too. Youâre on limited time.Â
âI⊠canât tell him. He doesnât feel the same, he canât. Iâll die if I tell him. I have to do the surgery. Iâd rather chance not feeling love again than to confess and die. IâŠâ Your hands curl into themselves as you look back down at the flowers. The tightening in your chest squeezes harder. You donât need to explain yourself, but you feel like you have to. This way you can come to terms with it. Speaking it out loud makes it all too real. âI trust Dr.Mccoy. He wonât fail. He⊠he canât.â
âLotta trust in the guy.â Logan leans back on the bench, his hand lingering on your back removes itself as he crosses his arms. You feel the itch in your throat again, itâs too soon for more petals. You at least hope so. Logan then continues, âRemember watching someone choke on their own blood cause of that shit. Donât want to see you on that end sweetheart.â
Logan called you sweetheart, again. It made butterflies fly around your stomach, churning with the anxiety already there. It was not the most comfortable of feelings. You werenât expecting it this time either. It was nice. Would be nicer in better circumstances though. âThanks Logan, but Iâll survive this. I have toâŠâ
âStill think you should tell me who this asshole is. Could talk to him.â You hear the familiar snikt sound, a clear sign he extended his claws. A glance over was all you needed to confirm he did, the light gleaming off the metal.Â
âGod no! Sure actions speak louder than words for him, but it wont help.â Because heâd be threatening himself. You couldnât help but let a pathetic laugh bubble up. Pain radiating through your chest and throat as you do so. At least you can still find some humor in this. Loganâs claws go right back under his skin and between his knuckles at your words. Though you can tell he still seemed interested in using violence against who is causing this for you. God, you wish you could tell him.
The two of you fall into another silence. Your own thoughts are swirling through your head and youâre sure Logan is also dealing with his own thoughts. Your disease is now out there. What truly ales you has been revealed without you actually saying the words. You wished you could have said the words, said what it was, told him your feelings. Though things never work out that way do they.Â
You arenât sure how this was going to end.
Logan looks at you the same time you gaze at him. Your eyes meet his blue ones. You would wax poetic about his eyes, but that seems pretty cliche. Everyone always does when talking about blue eyes, how they look like the ocean, or the sky. Loganâs reminds you of steel, the silvery blue that almost matches the adamantium claws you see on occasion. There is something in those eyes though, something you canât read. Something behind that wall everyone knows he puts up. You want to dig deeper, fall into those eyes to avoid all your problems. Be free of the pain you canât escape. The two of you seem to just stare at each other far longer than it felt.Â
âTell me when you get the surgery. I want to be there.âÂ
â...Okay.â
And just like that, the two of you break eye contact and fall into a silence. A silence only broken by the occasional cough from you and the sounds of nature and other mutants about. You wish you could have experienced this sooner. Before your world decided to crash down on you. Youâll just have to enjoy the time with him like this while you can. Before the feelings you have for him are forever torn away. Leaving only a hollow space in your chest for the fellow mutant.Â
Youâre not ready.Â
~~ :3 !! ~~
Hank Mccoy finally let you know he was ready to do the surgery a few days after your chat with Logan. You werenât ready for it. You didnât want to lose these feelings, you didnât want the complications that may follow, but fuck you donât want to die either. You will die if you donât do this surgery. You canât⊠You have to do this.Â
Which is why you are outside of the room Logan usually occupies when he is in the mansion. You've been standing outside of his room for what felt like hours now. You knew he probably could hear your heartbeat, but he isnât coming out. He asked to be there when you got the surgery. He wanted to support you for some reason. You could just go, leave and get the surgery without telling him. Your anxiety welling up along with the urge to throw up. Your hand is already raised before you could stop yourself and you knock three times.
Silence follows after. The sound of shuffling and the door opens. Logan standing there in one of those slutty little white tank tops and jeans. A classic look that was all too hot in your opinion. Your mouth feels dry as he looks at you.
âIâm getting it now.â You rub your arm, unable to look him in the eyes. You do look at his face though. Just long enough to see shock cross his face for a few seconds, which quickly vanished back behind his usual look. Logan steps out of his room and shuts the door, head tilting to the side a bit as he waits for you to start walking to Hankâs lab.Â
The two of you walk silently through the halls. It was late in the afternoon. You could have gotten it earlier in the day but your body was so exhausted from the coughing fit you had that night that you couldnât bring yourself to get out of bed. In fact youâre still in your pajamas mostly. Sweatpants and a t-shirt. Comfy. Youâre going into surgery, you deserve not to dress up for it. Logan doesnât comment on it either so itâs fine. Youâre fine.Â
Everything is fine.
The two of you enter the lab quietly. No one else seems to be here but Hank. After all, one else knew. People knew you were sick of course, but you kept a tight lip on what exactly was inflicting you.
Hank greets you with your name. A look of surprise as his eyes drop onto Logan. Quickly he glanced back at you and you just shrugged your shoulders slightly. Letting Hank know the situation. How Logan knew what was wrong with you and wanted to be here with you. Moral support from the emotionally constipated x-men. Well, mostly constipated.Â
After going over the procedures and what needed to be done you step behind the curtains, changing into one of those flimsy hospital gowns. The cool air nipping at your skin as you bite your bottom lip. You were scared. You didnât want this. You couldnât do this. You canât do this! You donât want to lose your feelings for Logan. He just now is starting to show you attention. Itâs not fair! You shouldnât have to deal with this! You canât, you canât, you canât, you canât, you canât, you canât, you canât.Â
âAre you okay?â Hank's voice cuts through your spiral. Eyes watering and your chest heaving. Ohm you were crying. No, you were sobbing again. Your hands are shaking at your side. You glance at the curtain that hid you from the other two. You know they heard you crying, heard you falling apart. How embarrassing. Your hand grips at the gown, bunching it up at your chest as you take a shaky breath. Lungs barely able to hold a full inhale.Â
âYeah⊠Yeah sorry. Iâm ok. Iâm ready.â You step out from behind the curtain. Clear concern was on the blue mutant's face. You canât read the others. You donât like this. You silently pad over to the table, bed, whatever it is, that is set up for you. Another strained breathe and you sit on the surface. A glance at the two of them and you lay back. Youâre surprised the professor wasnât here to help out. Maybe he wasnât needed. Hank could handle this on his own. You can handle this. Logan was here, you didnât want him here, but it was a strange comfort knowing the man you loved was here to support you. Even if said surgery would remove all feelings for him. How poetic.Â
You stare at the ceiling, unsure of what to do as Hank moves around you. Logan who had been leaning on the wall walks over and takes your hand in his. Holding it as if you would shatter at the softest of touches. You hate it.Â
âOffer still stands darlinâ. Can make the guy love you back.â Although the words would work well in a teasing tone. There was a hint of seriousness behind it. Like he didnât want you to go under. To have the gardenias removed from your chest. Your hand squeezes his weakly. You knew you didnât have much time left. You had to do this or confess. Only one of those was an actual option.
Hank returns and holds up the mask. You lift your head up as he slides it over your mouth and nose. Itâs too late. You can feel the tears threatening to fall again. Youâre scared. Your grip on Loganâs hand tightens as Hank moves around you, making sure youâre hooked up correctly. Your vision starts to blur slightly. You try to inhale the gas as deeply as you could, it hurt. Your lungs didnât want to fill, you think you can feel the roots wiggling deeper through your lungs and closer to your heart. Your eyes are on Logan, fear clearly radiating off of you. Your own eyes showing the anxiety inside of you. Logan just stands strong next to you. Like a silent guard.Â
As the world starts to blacken around you, the corners of the room vanishing slowly. You couldnât help yourself. You were getting the surgery. You can say the words now. It wonât matter. Your head was already floating and consciousness was fading. Eyes focusing on Logan, like a tunnel. All you could see was him as the world around you slowly vanished into nothingness. Â Three words slipped out of you without much thought.
âI love you.âÂ
The world shifts and the world goes dark.Â
The quiet beeping echos. A steady rhythm that matches the slight pounding in your head. Your eyes slowly open, only to quickly shut again. The lights were a bit too bright and everything was⊠Numb. Your mouth feels dry and you physically canât feel anything. Did the surgery go wrong? Why canât you feel anything? A groan bubbles up from your throat as you force your eyes to open. Thatâs when you feel it.
You can feel every muscle, every fiber of the blanket covering you. The heaviness in your chest is gone. You take a breath. You can⊠You can take a breath. Your lungs are fully filled with oxygen. Chest rising higher than it has in months. You can breathe. Your eyes open again, the bright fluorescent lights above you illuminate the room. You tilt your head away from looking up at the ceiling. Eyes moving around the room. Gaze falling on the little monitor youâre hooked up to. The beeping was your heartbeat. Ok. That looked good.Â
Your head turns the other direction as you take in another sweet deep breath. Eyes landing on Logan. He was still here, sitting beside your bed, head lolled to the side clearly asleep. Your chest tightens in the familiar feeling you have been dealing with for months. That canât be right. You shouldnât still be feeling this longing. You shouldnât still be feeling the warmth that spreads through you over the fact that he had stayed. You shouldnât be feeling the soft tug on your heart as you look at him or the soft smile pulling on your lips.
This was wrong. Something was wrong. You raise the arm that wasnât hooked up to all the devices and set it on your chest. There was pain there, raw and uncomfortable, but there was no bump on your chest to show there was a bandage, no pain pulling at your skin. The pain you felt was all under your skin. This isnât right, something is wrong. Your chest felt clear but you have no evidence that you underwent the surgery. You force yourself to sit up. Pain shoots down your spine. You groaned in pain and a hand was suddenly pressing down on your shoulder. Forcing you back onto the bed. Logan had gotten up.
âLogan?â Your voice was scratchy. It felt just like the times you coughed up all those flowers when he found out. âWhat⊠Whatâs going on? Why do IâŠâÂ
âYeah itâs me. Lay back down. Canât have you moving around too much yet.â Loganâs hand was still on your shoulder, a gentle pressure making you lay back down onto the bed. Your eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the look he is giving you. You canât read him. âDonât talk too much either. Hank said you got to heal.â
Yet youâre pretty sure you didnât get the surgery though! You should be dead. You⊠You told Logan how you felt. How you still feel. Yet the urge to cough is gone. Your chest feeling lighter than it has since before the disease took its hold on your life. That has to mean something. Something happened when you went under. What happened? Why wonât he tell you? Why is he looking at you like that?Â
Loganâs hand finally pulled away from your shoulder. He just stares down at you as you stare at him. Silence falls between you two. His hand then slowly moves again. Your eyes darting down to the hand. Slowly his hand goes to push some hair out of your face. The same look he has been giving you for the past few months crosses his face. You still donât know what it means, but it is making your stomach flip.Â
âGlad you didnât die for a guy like me. World be a lot darker without you in it.â His hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek. His hand was soft and warm. The touch a bit too tender for someone like him.
Wait. Wait wait wait. He heard you. He heard what you said before going under. You didnât go through the surgery yet your chest feels lighter than it should. That could only mean one thing. Your eyes go wide in surprise and your lips part as you go to speak. Pain still itching at your throat.
âYou heard meâŠâ Of course he heard you! He was right next to you holding your hand. He has enhanced senses. He heard you confess. He heard you say you loved him. Youâre still alive, you still feel for him and you confessed! That has to mean. Your face suddenly lights up. Heat pooling both on your cheeks and in your stomach. There is only one explanation. There is only one way you were able to live and still feel this way. Logan loved you back. That doesnât make sense though! Before you started smelling like flowers the two of you never spoke to one another. Yet heâŠ
He loved you back.
âYeah, I did. Could have told me sooner to save you the pain. Told ya Iâd make sure the guy felt the same.â His hand leaves your face. He turns to grab the chair he had been sitting in before and pulls it over. The chair legs screeching across the floor making you flinch at the noise. Once the chair was next to you he sat down and took your hand in his again. Once more treating you like glass. Though you appreciate it, you feel like glass right now.Â
Logan lifts your hand up to his face, blue eyes staring straight into your own as his lips find your knuckles. Leaving a soft kiss. You were already blushing before, but you swear you feel like youâre on fire. His lips brushing against your knuckles as he speaks once more. You really arenât used to hearing him speak so much. âLooks like we got a lot to talk about sweetheart.â
You just silently nod, unable to break your gaze from his. Your hand is lowered, your heart beating out of your chest. You are sure he can hear it. You lick your lips, unable to speak a word out of fear youâll embarrass yourself further. Logan just chuckles slightly, a deep reverberating one.Â
âGuess I should say it, not really good with the emotions shit, but I love you too.â
A few blinks and then a small laugh comes out of you. A wince follows after, but the biggest grin spreads on your face. All it took was you almost dying to finally hear those three little words. Youâll never look at gardenias the same again, nor will you be able to stand the sickly sweet smell of a strong floral scent. That doesnât matter to you though. You obtained something you thought was unattainable. The love of the man you were in love with. The secret love no longer hidden.Â
You can now understand the look Logan was giving you. It was the same you had been giving him. You both were in love with each other but were unsure how to go about it. All it took was the flowers that no longer were growing inside of you.Â
You finally say the words, more confident than when you went under. âI love you.âÂ
âLove you too sweetheart.âÂ
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You Should Date!
I APOLOGIZE TO WHOEVER REQUESTED!! Something got completely screwed up when i went to post!! I'm also sorry for now posting for forevs xx I'm back now and I wrote some more :)
Resquest: Hi! Could you write a colby brock x chubby reader fic where they have crushes on each other but don't know it? Maybe they're doing a video where they react to comments but a lot of them are about the two of them and how they should date because they're either always flirting with each other or Colby is super protective of her.Â
colbybrock x f!reader
Summary: You've been friends with Colby for quite awhile. You guys are at one of his parties, but he wants you to stay after and film a video. When you guys film the video all of the questions are about you two flirting and Colby being different towards you. (843 words)
Warnings: some dude being kinda gross to the reader
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Youâve been at Colbyâs party for a while, but itâs beginning to die down now. People you donât know very well are starting to leave his apartment. Youâre sitting on a couch next to Colby and a couple of his friends.
âWell, Iâm gonna head out! See you guys later,â a brunette girl calls out, getting off the couch.
âSee you,â Colby replies with a tiny wave. Itâs only 5 p.m., but you feel like itâs your time to leave.
âHey, Colby,â you say, leaning closer to Colby, âIâm thinking of heading out.â Colbyâs eyes immediately dart to meet yours, and he looks at you with his eyes wide. He plants his teeth on his lower lip softlyâa gesture youâve learned over years of knowing him, meaning he wants to say something. âWhat? You have that look on your face,â you ask.
âCan you stay?â Colby asks quietly, making sure no one else can hear him. His question makes your heart flutter in your chest. You cannot handle being alone with Colby right now, so you open your mouth to say no. Youâre quickly cut off by Colby saying, âY/N, please. I wanna film a video.â
You sigh, knowing Colby will get whatever he wants out of you. Your only soft spot is one for Colby. âFine, but this party better be out of here soon,â you answer. Colby smirks slightly and gets up from the couch.
You sit quietly, hoping not to be disturbed, but another guy you donât know sits on your right. He smells of cigarettes and cedar and has an edgy appearance. âHey, pretty,â he says, winking at you. His presence makes you uncomfortable, so you flash him a small smile. He suddenly puts his hand on your thigh and squeezes.
âCan you not,â you growl, moving his hand off your thigh. He goes to put back on your thigh with a scowl on his face.
âGet off of her!â Colby yells, dropping a drink on the floor. Colby grabs the guy by his collar and pushes him towards the door. âGet out! And never talk to her or me again!â he shouts, his fists bunched at his sides.
The whole apartment goes silent, and everyone stares at Colby and you. You clear your throat and whisper, âCan you tell them to go home?â Colbyâs angry expression quickly softens, and he nods.
âSorry for the disturbance, guys. Partyâs over,â Colby announces, pointing to the door. Everyone shuffles out, which leaves you two alone.
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After calming down, you and Colby started filming a video answering the fanâs questions about you two. âHey guys! Iâm here with Y/N, and weâre answering some of yâallâs questions!â Colby says into the camera, âOkay, first one! What are your favorite movies?â
âOoh! Mineâs definitely Scream. Itâs just such a classic!â you exclaim, smiling widely. While you talk, Colby looks at you with the cutest face, a slight smirk, and soft eyes. You feel your cheeks go red and try to cover it by shyly running your tongue along your teeth.
âWhat was that one we watched last week?â Colby asks. He looks at you patiently while you think. âWait, I remember! The Shining.â You nod, and Colby looks back at his phone. âNext one,â he mumbles, âWhy are two always flirting?â
Your face turns red, and you nervously burst into laughter. âWhat? We do not!â you laugh. Colby chuckles a few times and fixes his hair.
âYeah, totally,â Colby says quietly. You guys sit there in silence for a few beats. Colby inhales awkwardly and clears his throat. Suddenly, thereâs an abnormal amount of tension between you two.
âLet me pick a question,â you mutter, taking his phone. His skin brushes against you softly, sending warm signals through your body. You pick a random question. âThis one says.., this isnât a question, but you should date,â you breathe out.
Colby laughs awkwardly and says, âAll of you guys keep saying that!â He looks at you when he says the next part of his sentence, âMaybe we just need to test it sometime.â You giggle uncomfortably, and he frantically adds, âJust joking!â
You guys laugh, and you sigh before reading another question, âWhat happened at the party? Colby almost punched that dude. Heâs so protective of Y/N.â
You have chosen to forget about the party, so the question annoys you. Despite your annoyance, you answer, âSome asshole laid hands on me.â
âYeah, and I almost punched him. If anyone tries something with Y/N, they have it coming,â Colby explains. He leans over to hug you, but his chair tips over, and he falls onto the floor. The loud noise breaks the tension, and you burst out laughing, practically in tears.
âOh my god, Colby, you dumbass!â you yell while laughing.
You guys finish the video, answering a bunch of other questions. You leave Colbyâs house with a smile plastered to your face. Your crush on him is really getting worse day by day. You really wanna know if he likes you back. (Spoiler: he does.)
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9th member reader where skz are on a talk show or smth and the host is saying some uncomfy stuff abt reader being the only girl in a group of boys. the boys would be kinda passive aggressive about their replies because they cant outright say anything for fear of bad publicity and being disrespectful. i like the idea of the boys sticking up for reader in any way they can, even if they have to be sly about it so reader knows they have their back
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stray kids x ninth member!reader
genre: angst
content warnings: sexual harassment (verbal)
word count: 1.6k
summary: when an interviewer decides to pick on you specifically, the boys do their best to hold back and get you out of the situation.
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You decided you hated interviews. There was clearly a difference between how they'd talk to the boys in comparison to how they'd treat you. Whether it was by completely ignoring your existence or sexualising you as the only female in the group, it made you feel awful. The gross comments that were made caused you to feel uncomfortable, yet your demeanour was too shy to fight back. Perhaps that was a good thing, you had 8 other members to defend you at all times anyways.
You were currently doing an interview to promote S-CLASS, your new title track, and it seemed to be a nice atmosphere, a nice sit down conversation where you could talk about your music mixed in with other personal questions to make it more fun. But that was the issue, it wasn't fun. It started off light-hearted, and you worried you were being sensitive and overreacting at first when you suspected the questions you received weren't normal ones, but by the expressions on the boys' faces, you realised you were right to feel this way.
"So, Y/N, tell me, what was it like getting to do a more masculine dance this time? I saw the music video and I was quite surprised at how well you did," the male interviewer started off.
You mouth visibly dropped open in shock, yet you did your best to answer, despite your nerves.
"Ummm, I think my dance skills have improved over the years, yes," you said, not able to make eye contact with the man, not directly saying anything about his prejudiced words.
You had been with Stray Kids from the very start. Yes, the public had their things to say about you being in a group with a bunch of guys, but it had been 5 years now. Of course you were accustomed to the dance style of Stray Kids. You had created your own image through your music and dance, so what if the dance moves were typically more powerful with sharper movements? You were part of the dance line for a reason.
"Our Y/Nnie did so well," Hyunjin ruffled your hair from where he was sat behind you, trying to lighten the mood as he could tell his other members weren't too happy with how you were being treated.
You turned to Hyunjin with a thankful smile.
"So, 3RACHA, you do all the producing for the group right? That's quite a unique situation amongst idol groups," the man asked the group, and nearly everyone let out a sigh of relief and allowed themselves to smile, grateful for a normal question.
"Ah yes, 3RACHA have been together since predebut, so we've worked hard over the years to create music that represents our group and who we are," Jisung nodded and explained.
You couldn't help but check the time on your watch, seeing there was still 10 minutes to go.
"Y/N, how did it feel having to squeeze into your outfit in the MV? I noticed it was quite a tight leather jumpsuit you wore, that must have been difficult to wear considering it clinged onto you so tightly," the man directed his question at you again, and you were taken aback once more.
"It, umm, it wasn't too difficult, yeah... I think it fitted the vibe of the song," you said, clearly uncomfortable as you shifted in your seat.
Why did you get these types of questions? The boys got asked about music, and you instead got ridiculed for your skills and sexualised by the gross man in his mid 40s.
"Don't you want to ask me about how I fitted into my outfit? I've been working out these days," Changbin tensed his arms, flexing and patting his muscles proudly as he took the attention away from you. He seemed to have been thinking the same way as you.
"Maybe you should help Y/N, she's so small and weak, you could do anything you wanted with her," the man suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at you, and quite frankly, you wanted to throw up.
"Have you been working out, sir?" Minho spoke sharply and asked the man, infuriated.
"Oh yes I'm quite strong, can lift just about anyone in this room," he said. The statement of course, inferred he was challenging everyone else, yet his eyes never left your shy and nervous figure sat on the stool.
Everyone could see it. And they knew it was time for something to be done. They didn't think they could last the rest of the interview without punching the interviewer in the face. Yet, they did their best to keep their composure.
"Sorry, sir," Chan began through gritted teeth, tongue poking his cheek, "unfortunately we don't have anymore time for this interview," and he gestured everyone to stand up and follow his lead, exiting the room.
As you did so, you saw the blatantly shocked face on the man's face, Felix wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you left.
The boys were calm, until you made it to your backstage room where you had gotten ready earlier. All hell broke loose.
"What does that man think he's doing?" Changbin slammed his hand down onto the table, making you jump as you stayed quiet.
"I can't believe all those stupid things he was saying!" Minho growled, folding his arms.
"He's disgusting," Seungmin shook his head.
Chan was the angriest of them all, face of thunder as he paced the room. And yet, you couldn't help but feel bad. Surely, that interview couldn't be released now? And it was meant to help promote your new music, and because of your presence in the group, you felt like you were taking that opportunity away from them.
"Y/Nnie?" Jeongin waved his hand in your face to get your attention.
"Hmm?" you shook your head wondering what he was asking.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently, and with all the anger that was in the room, it dissipated with your calm voice breaking through it.
"I guess..." you didn't really know what to say at this point. You felt like you should have been used to it by now.
"I know that look on your face, Y/Nnie, don't even go there," Chan shook his head at you, a frown still present on his face.
"I don't want to do interviews anymore," you suddenly blurted, fiddling with your hands nervously.
"Y/N..." Hyunjin sighed, but you cut him off.
"Every time we promote something we get an interview like this that can't be put out to the public. And it's because I'm here. And then that means our music will be getting out to less people out there and-" you fretted.
"If you seriously think this is your fault Y/N," Seungmin sat up, pure disbelief seeping through his words as he couldn't believe that even with the way you were being treated you still felt guilty.
"Y/N, you didn't make that interviewer say all those gross things towards you," Felix rubbed your shoulder soothingly.
"You actually did really well to still try and answer him," Jisung nodded at you, thinking that he wouldn't have been able to have done the same thing.
"I had to bite my tongue so many times to not shout at him," Changbin gritted his teeth.
"This is why I shouldn't do these anymore, because it just ends up stressing you guys out," you felt bad, sitting down with your leg bouncing up and down.
"You're worried about us? We're worried about you, it's not fair that someone talks to you like that," Jeongin shook his head, hands on his hips.
"Y/N, here's what we're going to do. First, we're going to file a complaint against that guy. And second, for all future interviews we'll get the company to do a thorough check on if they're respectful and actually treat their guests right," Chan began, a plan already sorted in his mind for what action they could take.
"You're part of this group as much as anyone else, we can't represent Stray Kids without you there with us," Minho said like it was obvious, but it didn't feel that way to you.
"But it's always going to be the same thing. I'd rather not risk it again," you say, upset at the situation you had all been put in.
"Chan hyung already said, we can check what the show is like before going on it. That way you can decide from there, yeah?" Felix suggested, hand stroking through your hair as he sat next to you on the sofa.
"Or if you really don't want to do interviews anymore, I'm sure there's a way we can work around it. We could do more company based promotions and Div.1 can help us make our own shows?" Jisung wondered.
"No, I don't want to make things more complicated... I'll do them, I will, I just don't want this to ever happen again. It stresses me out, makes me feel all, gross," you shuddered.
"As long as you're sure, Y/N," Changbin checked in on you as everyone grabbed their things ready to leave the studio.
"Yeah, I'm sure," you mustered up a small smile, leaving with the others.
As you walked to the cars, you spoke up again, speaking louder than your normal quiet voice to catch the attention of everyone else.
"Thanks, by the way guys. Thank you for doing that."
"You don't have to thank us for that, Y/Nnie. We'd do that anytime, you know that," Hyunjin ruffled your hair, him and the rest of the boys now seeming more themselves and happier as you were leaving.
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BUT I THOUGHT SHE WAS UNFAITHFUL? ‿ d. ricciardo 3
â ( in which. . . ) you star in a movie as the lead actress. in said movie, you date your co-star. the fans of your boyfriend don't like the idea, so they spread rumors in response to you and your co-stars friendship. but, little do they know, it's not you they should be worried about.
â ( fanfic genre. . . ) social media au
â ( face claim. . . ) sydney sweeney
â ( pairing. . . ) daniel ricciardo x actress!reader
â ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) rumors of cheating, eventual cheating, cyber bullying, language, toxic fans
â ( author's note. . . ) this was sitting in my drafts for so very long and i just finished it in class, i am so happy i am able to post something after such a long hiatus. I hope you enjoy! see end for more
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y/nlover ugh cannot wait to watch!
alexademie pretty pretty girl
y/nnnn all you lexie :(
danielricciardo so unbelievably proud of you roo â€ïž
y/nnnn thank you badger âčïž
glenpowell such an honor to work with you!
y/nnnn i can say the same!
y/nhater don't you think that her and glen are too close to be co-stars?
y/nhater2 i'm thinking the same thing there's no way she didn't cheat
y/nfan wtf are u talking ab? y/n would NOT do that to danny they are happy together
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y/nnnn sonypictures what do you think?
sonypictures I'm sure we can work something out.
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words cannot express how proud i am of you, my love. you have poured so much blood, sweat, and tears into this movie. i know it has been hard, especially the long shoot hours, the frantic facetimes in between scenes can vouch for that and so can the texts. i will definitely miss the on-set pictures/updates.
i love you so much y/n. i don't know how i could be any prouder. p.s. i better get a private showing if you know what i mean đ
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landonorris gross there are children on this app
hunterschafer cutie pies
zendaya is that blond single?
danielricciardo not atm no get in line
y/nnnn danny be nice.
danielricciardo sry love đ«Ą
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drlover she is such a slut
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y/nnnn awe danny i love you too
y/nnnn definitely NOT crying right now!!!
lewishamilton she is lying she facetimed me SOBBING
y/nnn i called you in CONFIDENCE. CONFIDENCE LEWIS.
y/nnnn you are the sweetest, most supportive person i have ever met. i could not have gotten through this without you â€
danielricciardo there is no one else i rather support â€
y/ndanny they are meant for each other
y/nhater what a fucking whore
y/ndanny2 the best couple
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(In Your) Arms Tonight - 1/2
summary: Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!
That's what he was taught in middle school, right?
pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool
word count: 1.3k
warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blood mention, knife mention, beer mention, Wade's fuckin horny and thirsty y'all, pining, cursing, claws, Wade is looking âšrespectivelyâš, crude humor and language, slight Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, no smut (yet, sorry)
a/n: AUGH DONT LOOK AT ME (actually please do I cannot hold this in any longer.) currently part one of two parts. posting the first one now as I am currently traveling for work and won't be back until beginning of September and then part two will be out when i either A. Get home or B. Finish it and format it in between running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Please be patient with me! I will not tolerate "whEreS PaRt Two?Âż??" when I literally just told you. Hope y'all enjoy one of the many products of my brain rot. More to come in due time âš
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PART ONE | PART TWO
The abs are great. More than great, actually. In fact, they're all Wade thinks, dreams, and fantasizes about. All day, everyday, non-fucking-stop. The moment replays over and over in his fucked up noodle brain like a scratched record. He knows muscle memory is a thing, but what about salivatory memory?
Christ. He's gotta get a grip instead of getting hard.
But what about when Logan isn't flexing hard enough to rip his goddamn suit off?
Wade notices Logan becoming more relaxed around the apartment as the days pass. Adjusting to his new life, coming out of the bedroom earlier than he has to on days when he gets a turn to sleep on a real bed. It's Sofa City most of the timeâ which he really doesn't mind, he almost prefers it most of the time (since it's in clear sight of the front door) but Wade more often than not likes to insist they share his 'much-too-big-for-lil-old-me' twin XL mattress that's seen more stains than sex in the last year alone.
Logan's compromise is he'll take the bed and Wade the couch half the time. Alone. They're still working on the negotiations of said compromise, but the juryâ Blind Alâ is still out on recess.
Once he's more settled in, Logan learns that it's okay to kick off his boots and put his feet up. It's not often, but enough that Wade silently wishes he'd rest those big meaty calves on his lap instead. He's been needing a new weighted blanket and Adamantium-coated tibias and hairy legs are so in right now.
Logan doesn't know it, but Wade secretly plays 'ohmygodhetotallylookedatme' whenever he so much as catches a glimpse of Wade oggling at him in his peripherals. Wade can't help it when Broody and the Beast's ribbed white muscle shirt pulls taut against those deliciously plump pecs that he silently prays it'll burst off again. Or he'll rip it off. Or Logan will rip it off. For him.
A boy can dream.
It's especially hard to win at 'OMGHTLAM' when Logan accessorizesâ AKA throwing on whatever flannel is in rotation out of the several he finds at the thrift store a few blocks over. Wade feels his throat tighten like his jeans do when Logan wears the forest green one. Really brings out his eyes.
And smile. And lips. Andâ
It's still summer, so on the hotter days, when sweat glistens on his brow and Wade desperately wishes to be the back of Logan's hand, the tank top comes off. All Logan's sweaty, gloriously muscular body has on is a wonderfully worn-in pair of jeans with the hem of black briefs poking out behind the denim waist.
Do they have AC? Yes. Because Wade would have to plan a funeral for Al if they didn't.
But when she's out and about, he likes to turn it off and let the New York heat wave run its course. Sure, it leaves him sticky and gross, but he'd rather be sticky and gross and hard when he can help it.
Luckily, Blind Al is gone for the whole weekend. Some girls trip or a drug mule job. Same difference.
Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!
That's what he was taught in middle school, right?
With the push of a button and a sprinkle of patience, Logan is splayed out on the couch in a matter of hours with a lukewarm beer in hand while fighting his eyelids from dozing off to some random war documentary. Sweat beads on his temples and there's a slight sheen to his skin from his biceps to the lower V pointing down to between his thighs. He chuckles every so often, mumbling things to himself between swigs of beer and shaking his head when the narrator gets something 'wrong.'
Wade busies himself in the kitchen but his eyes are permanently glued to his roommate. He doesnât miss the way Logan's stomach rises and falls gently, the rock-hard six pack softening into rolling hills of muscle with a layer of dark hair covering as much surface area as immortal-like hormones will allow. Grown out beard, chops, and messy hair really throw the whole look together; very 2000s, if you ask Wade. His pecs look just as soft as a pair of titties, if not softer, and Wade knows it. He'd do anything to lay his perfect little head on Logan's chest. Maybe lick it too, if he's a good boy.Â
Logan perks up suddenly from the couch.
Oh God did he say that out loud?
"Wade?"
Wade doesn't hear him. Can't hear him. Half-refuses to hear him, honestly. Daydreaming takes up a whole lotta brain power and this show isn't running itself. Economy, budget cuts, unprecedented times. You know the shtick.Â
"Wade."
Nothing but a bead of drool comes out of Wade's mouth.Â
Suddenly, there's a crash right behind Wade's head and now he's awake. He whips around to the ale-spattered wall behind him and back to Logan, who's now standing with claws drawn and chest heaving.
Wade swears he's blushing.Â
Eyes wide and brow standing up straight like his good little soldier, Wade looks down at the counter before him to find a bloodbath of a scene: one hand's on a knife while the other spews blood all over the yellowed counter tops; there's remnants of a carrot that was finished five minutes ago, followed directly by remnants of fingers cut down to the last fucking knuckle and slice marks beginning down the back of his hand.
Wade holds up his spurting stump, gashed artery doing a spot-on impression of Ol' fucking Faithful.
"Oh. Huh. Thought I smelled something," he says, staring at his now-tingling hand. Baby fingers for the rest of the night were so worth the staring contest with Logan's beautiful body.
"Fuckin' idiot," Logan mutters, sheathing his claws and striding over to the hall closet to grab a towel. Wade's already stopped bleeding, but just because they might be immune to bloodborne pathogens doesn't mean Al is.
"Gahâ get back, damn mutt." Logan shoos Dogpool out of the kitchen to prevent her from lapping up her papa's bodily fluids. He throws the towel in Wade's face and goes to grab the bleach out of the cupboard under the sink. Logan learned very quickly where to find it the first time this happened a month or two ago.
"Sorry baby, Mommy's got a boo-boo and Daddy's just trying to help," Wade coos at Dogpool. "You're too good to me, peanut. Someone oughta wife ya up before I do."
Logan responds with a scowl as he tosses the carrots out and tries to keep the counter from staining. "Why th'fuck did you do that?"
"It was time for a new hand. Old one was so last season."
Wade mops up the blood from his arm and wraps the towel onto his head like he's just gotten out of the shower. Holding up his regenerating stump, he poses like a cover model for Vogue.
"Whatcha think, peanut?" He strikes another pose. "Is this doing anything for ya, big boy?"
Logan grunts as he tosses a wad of paper towels into the trash can. He turns to leave the kitchen, eyes flicking to Wade. It's the quickest once over ever, but Wade sees it. Commits it to memory while he pulls a Flashdance in a chair from the kitchen table and follows Logan's denim-clad ass as it sways off to the bathroom.Â
"'M gonna go shower. Don't wait up,â Logan calls before shutting the door and locking it.Â
Sighing, Wade looks down at his crotch, pants tent pitched higher and tighter than a first-timer on Everest.
Good thing he's ambidextrous.
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Regina's Pet
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Word Count: 10,210 words
f!/nb!reader x regina george (dom!regina sub!reader)
-reader and regina smoke weed and cigarettes, but reader has never used a bong before
-drinking
-the reader has a shoulder tattoo and Regina finds
-cady and janis are friends with the plastics
-smut (she collars you later) (mommy kink) (degrading and praise) (semi-public stuff) (a bit of BDSM) (she eats you out and fingers you, and she rides your face) (edging and overstim)
-gross guy hitting on Regina, reader helps her
-fluffy shower aftercare
-she dates you in the end
-regina is kinda more nice here, but she still calls you a dumbass
(btw the smut is at the beginning and the end if you want to skip to it, but there's a lot of teasing build-up between there.)
Hi, iâm really new to writing so sorry if its shitty. I hope you like it. I might make a Part 2
(small unrelated note: I accidentally posted this while I was still writing it out yesterday, mb to those 15 people who saw this and didn't read the finished version, I'm kinda new to writing on Tumblr [i also havenât written anything since i was 13 so bear with me])
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In university you were more or less a wallflower, leaned against a wall near the kitchen counter watching people come and go with drinks, watching the dance floor. Your friends had disappeared somewhere in the house leaving you unintentionally. It was Friday, and the night was young.
You looked into your red solo cup and downed it all, then walked to the kitchen counter to pour yourself another cup of liquid courage with coke.
Just as you were about to resume to leaning against a wall a hand tapped your shoulder from behind and you saw her, Regina George. You assumed she just came from the crowd of people dancing since you hadnât seen her before that.
Sheâs been in some of your lectures and had taken a liking to you, her normal spot was always near you or next to you, so you could share notes, but she always had friends around her. With others, she was snarky but with you she was snarky in a more friendly-flirty way. You couldnât tell if she was actually flirting or not. But she often invited you out to study outside of class.
She was taller than you and you looked up a bit at her, then she stepped forward and you stepped back against the wall âHey little wallflower,â she grinned as she saw your face of surprise, âDidnât expect you to be hereâ and looked you up and down. This was one of the only times you saw her in a non-educational setting.
While of course she looked stunning, you looked down at your own outfit and scratched the back of your head, you wore just a T-shirt partially tucked in jeans. âYeah kind of, I donât know where my friends went. I got a little lost.â You admitted.
âYou smoke?â she asked.
âWeed or Nicotine?â
âEither, Iâve got both if you wantâ her voice enticed you like a siren call.
Tired of standing around watching like a loner you nod âPreferably weed right now, just warning you, Iâm a bit of a lightweight, but sureâ you said
âHmm, okay loser, câmonâ Regina smirked took your free hand, and led you through the crowd toward the side yard, where two girls were sitting around a table passing a bong, finishing up a bowl. You recognize them as part of Reginaâs pack of friends, but you never formally talked to them.
Regina let go of your hand, âHey guys you know Y/N, Y/N you know Gretchen and Karen right? Right.â she sat down on an empty chair and beckoned you to sit in the empty one next to her.
Gretchen stood âActually we were just about to go get more drinks and find Cady and Janis, weâll be back Ginaâ Karen also stood and handed Regina the bong and the lighter.
When they were out of earshot you whispered nervously to Regina, âUm, Regina? Iâve smoked weed but Iâve never used a bong beforeâ you were bright red wondering if sheâd judge you or something.
She had stared packing a small bowl and laughed at you a little âSweet little thingâ her voice was flirty but you couldnât tell if it was just the alcohol in both your systems. She turned back to you âMove closer to me, Iâll help youâ she ordered. You pushed your chair toward Regina and sat in front of her, knees almost touching. âHands out flat hold the bottom, sweetheartâ then she placed it on your hands. âNow, breathe inâ you did as you were told and the water bubbled. Then, she lit the bowl and looked straight into your eyes, and then finally took the bowl out and nodded signaling for you to stop breathing in.
You breathed out the smoke which felt smoother than any smoke youâd ever had in your lungs âGood job Y/N, babyâ her voice was a little condescending, but you warmed inside still at the praise. She took it out of your hands and used it herself. You alternated turns using it, with her still helping you and only giving you small short hits.
Feeling more at ease, you relaxed more in your chair and melted in it a bit. Regina looked at you cunningly, obviously enjoying that you were starting to let loose. âRegina, why are you hanging out with me Iâm not exactly the most riveting thing at this partyâ you circled your hand insinuating that she was the riveting thing here.
âYou intrigue me sweetheartâ she said nonchalantly âDo i need another reason?â
âNo I guess not..â
She added sarcastically âOh, I remember I only keep you around for lecture notes and help with homework.â you laughed and she spoke again âyou donât look half bad either.â Was that Regina saying she thought you looked good? You ignored that thought and took a sip from your solo cup.
âHey Reginaâ you slurred your words a bit while she took another hit herself âCan I have another hit, please?â and grinned at her.
You leaned forward so you could hold your hand out again, instead she grabbed your shirt collar eliciting a gasp from you, lips as close to hers without kissing, she started blowing smoke into your mouth and you obliged breathing it in. Then pulled you in for a quick kiss, leaving you speechless. âCat got your tongue loser?â still holding your shirt, keeping you from moving backward.
Pausing for a moment trying to process what happened and to find the words, you spoke softly your inhibitions lost âNo, you doâ and she pulled you in again for a deeper kiss tasting her lipstick. She let go of your shirt and her thumb cleaned your lips of her lipstick.
Your head spun from the alcohol, weed, and adrenaline, your body was warm and fuzzy. âFuck, youâre amazingâ you said under your breath without thinking. Your heart hammered.
âOf course I am Y/Nâ she stood up and held her hand out to you, a silent order for you to get up and take her hand.
âYouâre like a goddessâ she stared down at you, like you were her obedient servant. Then you took her hand.
âI know loserâ
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She called an Uber for both of you and brought you back to her dorm. She told you that her roommate wouldnât come back tonight, since they head home on the weekends.
She led you inside and you asked âYou sure your roommate isnât gonna come back?â you closed the door behind you.
âUgh no, shut up donât ruin the mood just kiss meâ she shoved you against the door and tilted your head up to look at her âYou gonna be good for me?â. You just nodded and kissed her, she pushed her knee between your thighs and you whined into her. You opened your mouth more to let her tongue inside.
With your core aching for more touch, you started grinding on her thigh and she pushed her knee up higher into you. Regina broke the kiss with a bite to your lip eliciting another moan from you. âShit- Reginaâ you buried your face in the crook of her neck and moaned out, she took your face to look back at her.
âDo you want more?â she asked, but you only nodded. âAh ahâ Regina scolded you âuse your words.â
âShit, please Regina? Please, fuck me. Be mean to meâ You begged her not thinking about your words.
She smirked at you feigning disgust âOh? Shy, innocent, little wallflower is so dirtyâ She removed her leg from between your knees and started undoing your belt and pants. Then she walked away from you towards the bed and started removing her shirt, while you did the same. She then sat on the bed with only her panties on and spread her legs. âYou want me to fuck you? Get on your knees and earn itâ
You both were still very crossfaded and you eagerly went on your knees kissing her from her knee to her inner thigh biting as you went. You looked up and saw her flushed face and kissed above her clit through her panties. âTake them off. Make mommy feel good.â
âYes mommyâ You loved her telling you what to do. You slid her panties off and she spread her legs for you. Reginaâs pussy was wet, and hot. She looked down at you expectantly. âYouâre beautifulâ you said before pressing your tongue to her clit. Regina moaned out and you squeezed your thighs together, trying to relieve your own ache.
You tongued at her clit and pulled away to use a hand to rub circles around her bud âCan I use my fingers inside you?â and she let out a yes between moans and you watched her face as you slid two fingers easily inside her wet cunt and curled them pressing her g-spot her head threw back. You then returned your tongue to her clit pressing and licking harder.
âShit baby, Iâm close, donât stopâ she grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer suffocating you between her legs a little bit. You rubbed your thighs together trying to relieve yourself and moaned into her pussy while you curled your fingers inside of her.
A loud âFuckâ between pants and moans was the last thing she said before she arched her back, one hand pressing you hard into her pussy the other supporting her while she came on your fingers, you continued the assault on her clit while she rode out her orgasm. When she finished you licked her pussy and thighs clean.
"You have a tattoo, I never took you for a tattoo kind of person" You looked up at her as she traced your shoulder. Regina found it hot "You never told me" It was always well hidden behind a normal tshirt
You replied "You never asked" and gave her a smile "It's not finished yet though"
She pulled you up onto the bed with her and you straddled one of her thighs. âYou did such a good job petâ She still breathed heavily, and she kissed you tasting herself on your tongue.
You grinded down on her thigh a bit while you worshiped her body, a little whine escaping your mouth. Though your core aches for attention you dare not ask in fear of upsetting the goddess. Instead you worshipped her body with a trail of kisses from her neck to her breast. Leaving hickeys and marks only on places that could be covered easily. When you leaned back to look at the marks you left, you just stared looking at her perfect figure.
You heard Regina let out a scoff âYou done gawking at me sweetie?â you reddened realizing how long you stared for. Smirking at your embarrassment, she decided to give you mercy âYou ready for your reward baby?â her voice sickly sweet and domineering.
âPleaseâ you said under your breath, you couldnât take waiting any longer, it ached between your legs.
Regina laughed a bit at you âSo needyâ She took a hand and signaled for you to lift your hips, her other hand placed on her thigh where youâd been grinding slightly. âRide it, ride my fingers slut.â
You lowered down onto her hand and as soon as you took her fingers in she curled them hitting your g-spot, a loud moan escaped from your mouth and then you started to grind your hips. You covered your mouth with your hand and closed your eyes, your other hand on her shoulder supporting yourself. Riding her hand, the base of her palm rubbed against your clit âShit- Regina..â you moaned out but muffled against your hand.
She stilled your hips and threatened âMove your hand, let me hear you or Iâll stopâ you opened your eyes half-lidded and let your hand drop to Reginaâs other shoulder supporting yourself with both hands now. âGood pet seems like you can follow orders hmâ
She started guiding your hips against her hand to start you back up again. You didnât break eye contact with her. You moaned out loudly when her hand from your hip found one of your nipples and pinched it hard. âReginaâ you panted out desperately and she just bit her lip.
She curled her fingers repeatedly hitting your g-spot and let you grind, you synched your hips with her movements. Each press inside and each time your clit moved against her palm sent pleasure shooting through your body, and heat started to burn in your core âFuck, Regina- please Iâm close. I canâtâ you were almost tipping over the edge
âCum for me baby, go onâ She instructed and your legs shook and you moaned out her name over and over, she continued to guide you through your orgasm still pressing against your inside until you stopped grinding against her hand.
When she started to pull her hand away, you lifted your hips to let her, Regina let her fingers slide through your slit and rubbed hard against your overstimulated clit. A loud whimper escaped, but you tried not to move away âShit- Regina, Iâm sensitiveâ You looked at her pleadingly, legs trembling
âI know babyâ she smirked deviously as your legs shook âcome one more time for me, can you do that?â she circled your clit faster.
âYes, fuck- anything for youâ you werenât going to last long, especially when she talked to you like that.
Regina hummed âSuch a pathetic toy for me arenât you?â you whined out a yes and she pressed harder. She loved seeing you come undone.
âRegina, please, Iâm close againâ you managed to get out, then she started rubbing horizontal strokes right against your clit and you felt like you saw stars âMommy- please I canât, I canât-â
âGo ahead petâ she purred in your ear and you came all over her hand again. This orgasm was more intense than the first, white-hot pleasure struck through you. She whispered praises and encouragement while you came, but she never slowed down wanting to prolong your orgasm as long as possible.
When you pulled your hips away you she brought her hand in front of both of you. âLook at how messy you are babyâ then she made a show of licking your wetness off her hands.
You sat on her lap still straddling her and she sat up to kiss you, she wrapped her arms around your waist and your arms went around her shoulder and neck. She kissed your jawline and then your neck leaving a sizable hickey that would be hard to hide. She pulled back to look at you.
âThat was incredibleâ you said breathily coming down from your orgasm high and the weed. âThank youâ you murmured quietly.
âYou did say I was amazingâ she pulled you close to her lips again, âof course Iâm incredible in bedâ sounding cocky as ever.
Regina let you climb off her and she helped you clean yourself up. You sat on the bed while she rummaged through her drawer and she threw a pink t shirt and a pair of sweats at you. She decided to keep the stray in her bed. âStay tonightâ
âThank youâ you said as you stood up and got changed into her pjs.
She rummaged more through her drawer and pulled out a small tape measurer âSit upâ she instructed and you did, then she wrapped it around your neck measuring it quickly.
You were confused, but before you could ask what it was for, she lifted the covers to get in bed and anxiety suddenly took over you. You were about to sleep in this gorgeous womanâs bed. But your mind raced. Was this just a fling? Were you really just kept around for homework and a good fuck? Your expression changed and you furrowed your eyebrows a tiny bit. âIâm gonna go get some water really quickâ you grabbed her water bottle.
Before you could walk out, she said âOkay nerd, just come backâ she sounded irritated, but the way her hand had tugged on your shirt showed you she wasnât really upset.
âOf courseâ you grabbed your phone and walked out to the communal bathroom. You went to the sink and splashed water in your face. âFuckâ you said to yourself looking at the mirror, you then tilted your head to the side looking at the hickey she left on you. Your stomach fluttered, youâd just fucked one of the most beautiful people and she wants you to come back to bed.
You opened your phone to worried messages from your friends
Y/N: so sorry guys Iâm at someoneâs dorm right now
Max: shit we were worried about you, we tried finding you at the party but you werenât there
Y/N: you guys have my location you know
Jade: whose dorm r you at? did you, yk?
You hesitated before texting back, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Your friends knew that Regina had taken a liking to you and gave you special treatment, they also knew what a huge crush you had on her
Y/N: iâm with regina...
Max: so youâre the one people saw with regina huh
Jade: hope you had fun
Y/N: mm details later, iâm going to bed goodnight
Jade: goodnight
Max: night
Next to the communal bathroom, was a small water fountain and you filled it.
You walked back to her room and she put her phone down quickly and lifted the covers for you to come in. âHey Regina?â you said nervously as you got shifted to be comfortable in her bed.
âYesâ she replied while she took your arm around to hold her. You were cuddling her, and she scooted closer to you.
âI was just wondering, is this just a one time thing or..â you paused anxiously wondering if she was mad.
She turned over in your arms and looked at you âYouâre a good fuck, youâre good with school, yes.â Regina said a bit sternly, almost offended at you asking. âbut you donât look half bad, and I actually happen to enjoy your companyâ she said under her breath. You wouldnât know if she actually said that last part if you didnât feel her breath on your lips.
âAnd if you want this again, which I know you do, then youâll get it, understand?â she said cockily again, you didnât reply but just passionately kissed her, and her hand came to cup your face. âIâll take that as a yesâ This was the nicest Regina ever was up till now, and it warmed you.
She turned back over for you to spoon her and you pulled her close this time and kissed her neck and shoulder. âThank you, goodnight Reginaâ you murmured, sleepiness taking over your body.
âGoodnight loserâ she replied with no malice in her voice. You nuzzled your face into her shoulder and Regina felt you smile into her shoulder. You were her loser, hers. And hopefully hers for more nights.
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In the morning you realized where you were, in Regina Georgeâs bed and reddened at the realization. In the night you switched positions with her, and she really just held you like a teddy bear. You awkwardly slipped your phone out from under the pillow and checked the time, it was around 10AM.
You felt her stir and pull you close to her, and your heart beamed, the snappy Regina George likes to cuddle you. âGood morningâ You felt her breathe against your neck.
âGood morning Regina, did you sleep okay?â you replied and turned over to look at her.
She let go to stretch her arms out a bit. âGood, you?â
âI havenât slept that good in a whileâ You admitted, her smile full of pride.
âWhat? You worn out from last night babyâ she teased and you just didnât reply and turned your head into the pillow. You felt her get up out of the bed then you looked at what she was doing. She handed you your clothes from last night.
She threw you a glance and told you âGet dressed weâre going out.â She sat in her desk chair and started putting on make up.
âWait what?â you asked surprised.
She turned around annoyed and looked at you âWeâre going shopping loser, get dressedâ she turned back to her mirror and teased âDonât worry I wont look at you change, not like I didnât see you naked last night right?â you flustered and got changed.
You sat on the bed waiting for bed to finish getting ready, kicking your feet a bit âHey Regina, you got any coffee?â you said as she was slipping on her heels.
âSome in the fridgeâ you kneeled down to get some and opened a bottle of cold coffee.
âThanksâ you turned and saw her put on her black leather jacket, then she walked up to you, and used a finger to tilt your head up.
âYou ready to go?â she smiled looking down at you, the heels she wore made her much taller than you. Your face was red and she reveled in the effect she had on you. You just nodded.
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You sat in the front passengers seat, and of course Regina had a sexy car too. You had chugged your coffee out of nervousness. Regina told you that Gretchen and Karen ended up at some frat guys house, and picked them up.
When they got in you really stuck out like a sore thumb. Three pretty girls and there was you. While they all talked amongst themselves about their night, you just stared at the road.
After arriving at some mall parking lot, Regina led the three of you through an expensive clothing store, you were in the back following them like a lost dog. Regina instructed them to find clothes for you, and you were stunned, you thought they were here for themselves, and you were there to tag along.
âY/N, sit there got it?â She pointed at some chairs near a dressing room âWeâll be back.â You went to go sit and waited for them.
Gretchen and Karen came to you first and surprisingly they let you pick the clothes that you felt comfortable wearing. They put the clothes you didnât choose on a rack and dispersed again to pick out clothes for themself. You yelled a âThanks guysâ before they were out of earshot.
Regina came back and walked toward you, âHey try this onâ she handed you a white wife beater and some ripped jeans and she looked through the clothes the girls had chosen for you, and removed some items from the pile. You saw a plastic bag so she had already bought herself some clothes while she was a walking around.
âOkayâ You stepped into a dressing room and slipped the clothes on, you saw how expensive they were and grew anxious. You looked good but you still felt nervous and self-conscious, the shirt revealed your tattoo, which you never showed off. You poked your head out and saw Regina looking at you and raised an eyebrow, wanting to see the outfit.
You stepped out and she got up from her chair and approached you, circling you like prey. It made you nervous. Her hand touched your waist and she spoke, âWear this with your beltâ Regina walked in front of you and tucked the front of the shirt into the pants âYou look cuteâ she put a finger on her lip and looked you up and down.
âTh-thanksâ you replied nervously.
Regina then walked behind you and smacked your ass lightly. It made you yelp a little, and she let out a soft chuckle. Her fingers laced through the loops on the jeans on either side and pulled your hips into hers and whispered in your ear âYour ass looks nice in these jeans, wear this outfit tonightâ Then she nipped at your ear, and you suddenly felt hot. She traced your shoulder again "Also show this off more often"
You stammered out âWhatâs tonight?â She let go of you and smiled.
âAnother party of courseâ she sat down in the chair and crossed her legs âGet changed again, then letâs go payâ
When you stepped out, Regina took the clothes from you and handed you her bag of clothes to hold, and went to go to the register to pay for you. âYou really donât have to do that Regina itâs fine,â you said, feeling bad if she paid.
âIf Iâm going to be seen again with you tonight, especially on the dance floor, I want you to look good.â she glanced at you and inserted her card. It was nice that she paid even though it was for her own selfish purposes.
âYou sure you donât want me to pay you backâ You felt bad because it was pricey.
âDonât question me babyâ She threw you a glare and walked past you handing you the bag of clothes making you hold both bags but you didnât really mind that. And you nodded obediently.
Gretchen and Karen were also paying and when you all were reunited at the entrance, you offered to hold their bags as well, which they let you. You walked around more with them at the mall, Gretchen and Karen ended up walking off on their own to another part of the mall, then it was just you and Regina again.
You both were talking comfortably, even though your heart was racing, you wanted to tease her back a bit. You sat at a table, sitting across from each other, drinking some soda, then you leaned forward, elbows on the table resting your head in your hands smiling âSo you really do enjoy my company donât youâ.
She rolled her eyes, âWhatever you thinkâ
âOh come on, you said it last night, I remember itâ You tilted your head to the side and grinned wider.
She crossed her legs and her arms and was frustrated âI did, so what? We were drunk and highâ She spat, and it almost hurt your feelings. She then put on a devious smile âAnd if you keep acting like a brat about it, youâll regret it tonight, understand me, baby?â
Heat instantly went between your legs at what she was insinuating but you continued your facade of confidence âRegret it how?â you laughed and said âShould I fuck around and find out? or be good for you?â
She returned your sentiment âUp to you, either way youâll end up beggingâ That made your facade crumble away and you felt your face grow red, and she just relished in your shyness, knowing she won.
Once you were reunited with them again, Regina drove Gretchen and Karen to their respective dorms, and you last. Before you got out the car she grabbed your shirt again and pulled you in for a quick kiss. âMeet back at mine at around 7, got it? Iâve got another errand to runâ
âYeah, Iâll see you there, thanks for taking me out todayâ You stepped out and waved.
âMmhm whatever, thank me laterâ her tone was mean but she pulled her sunglasses down a little and gave you a look that made your heart flutter for a moment.
She drove away and you walked into your dorm where your two friends were. âHey guysâ you put your bag of clothes down and kicked your boots off.
âWell well well, look what the cat dragged inâ Your friend Jade said to you.
âYeah a bag of clothes Jade it isnât a big dealâ you replied tired of walking around âTurn around Iâm changingâ
Max and Jade turned around but still probed at the topic âBut you were with the Regina George last nightâ Jade said.
âAnd you slept in her dormâ Max added, you changed into your comfortable pjs to lounge around in until 7 oâclock approached
âYou can turn back around nowâ you said and they turned toward you arms crossed
âDetails pleaseâ they both said and you sighed defeated.
âPromise me you wonât tell a soulâ you put your pinkies out for them and the promised.
âOf course Y/Nâ
You sat on your bed and they sat across from you on Maxâs bed, and you huffed out âFine, she found me, we smoked a bong, and then we left, got an Uber to her dorm and we fuckedâ you sighed.
Max smiled âI would say sorry for losing you last night, but It seems like you had a great time without usâ and pointed to your neck. You had completely forgot you had a hickey there and you were cherry red in the face. Jade and Max laughed at your obliviousness.
âBut come on was it good?â Jade pressed.
You had grabbed a pillow and stuffed your mouth and nose into it âyes, she liked my tattooâ you said through the pillow.
âDoes she like you? Was it a fling or does she want you again?â
âI donât know, but sheâs insinuated she wanted to fuck againâ you mumbled.
Max and Jade high-fived each other âY/N getting laid with the prettiest girl aroundâ Max said teasing you.
Jade and Max were actually pretty sociable and had connections to parties, so when they got you as a roommate they took you on as their token introvert.
Jade laughed and added wiping away fake tears âThey grow up so fastâ You threw the pillow at them and their laughter only grew. Once they regained composure, Jade asked âThereâs another party tonight, you coming with? Regina might be thereâ she waggled her eyebrows at you and you held up your middle finger.
âActually, Regina invited me out to the party with her friends..â you grabbed the bag of clothes and took out the outfit Regina bought for you âthatâs what this is for, she bought it for meâ
They whooped and cheered, then Max spoke âShe must really like you then Y/Nâ They paused and looked at your anxious face âDonât sweat it, youâre gonna be hot shit tonightâ
âI hope soâ You ran your fingers through your hair.
7 oâclock approached faster than you expected, it was already 6:20 and you had gotten some notes done for a class. Then you started to change into the outfit Regina chose for you, you ripped off the tags and threw them in the recycling trashcan near the mirror, putting on your clothes. Max whistled when you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. âRegina has good tasteâ
âIn clothes or people?â you asked, while putting your belt on
âBoth Y/Nâ Max walked up to you and fixed your hair a little. You sat and bounced your knee anxiously âBreathe you already fucked her once youâll be fineâ you just felt silly, your outfit wasnât too out of your comfort zone but you were scared again.
Max patted your shoulder. âYouâre fine, you should wear that gold cross necklace you have, itâd look good with your outfitâ you grabbed it and handed it to Max to clasp around your neck.
It was an indulgence purchase from months ago, you saw it and decided you needed it, it was actually expensive and real gold too. You were rather attracted to shiny things, and people like Regina.
Jade was absorbed in some video on her laptop and Max beckoned her âJay look at themâ She paused her video and looked at you.
âWow go get âem tigerâ Jade said jokingly, you rolled your eyes and cringed at her
âWhat are you my dad?â you grinned and then looked at your phone, âAh shit I should head out now guysâ You grabbed your small cross bag and slung it over your shoulder.
âWeâll see you at the party!â Max and Jade called out, you waved them goodbye. Then you walked to Reginaâs dorm, it was about a 10-15 minute walk away and you texted her to let you into the building. You were only 3 minutes early.
Y/N: Hey Regina iâm outside, mind letting me in?
Regina G :0 : Be down in a sec
You didnât wait long as she opened the door for you and led you back to her dorm. She didnât look at you just yet, she was in a hurry to get back and finish getting ready. When she was finished getting ready, she stepped in front of the mirror and ensured her outfit looked good. She wore a pink shirt that complimented her breast well and black leggings and heeled boots. Then she turned around to you.
She hummed in approval and then you were red again. She traced the gold cross you wore. âNice touchâ. She grazed your arms which were nicely toned but not super muscular.
âThank youâ you stood awkwardly as she was staring at your outfit and your body. You avoided eye contact.
âReal gold?â she took the cross into her hands and looked at the fine details, you nodded. âConsider me impressedâ you breathed out a sigh of relief only for her to pull you by your belt into a kiss. âYou ready for this little wallflower?â
âYeahâ you said quietly.
She handed you her leather jacket âHold this for me, donât lose itâ the she leaned over to apply her lipstick and walked back over to you pressing a few kiss marks to your cheek and neck. âDonât wipe that off eitherâ She pulled her phone out âJust waiting for Gretchen, Karen and Cady nowâ
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You left your bag at Reginaâs since you assumed youâd come back for it anyway but took an unopened pack of Marlboros and a lighter and put it in Reginaâs jacket. It was about 8 oâclock that you all left, Cady drove you all to the house party. Regina sat in the front leaving you with Gretchen and Karen in the back. You held Reginaâs jacket in your lap.
Karen and Cady were the more amicable of the four in the car. Karen leaned and looked at your back "You've got tattoos Y/N" Suddenly Gretchen leaned over and looked at you.
"You do" She was also surprised "looks good on you"
You swore you saw Regina glance over at you raising an eyebrow, it screamed 'told you I was right nerd'.
Karen complimented your tattoos and asked many follow-up questions you weren't prepared for, but she leaned in and whispered "Regina likes them, she keeps staring at you through the mirror"
Before you could reply back thanks, Cady parked at the curb near the house where you could already hear music, the houses in this neighborhood were huge. Gretchen opened her door first hopping out, and let Karen out. Karen sent you a wink before shutting the door.
Regina led them to the door and opened it, all eyes were on her again. But since you walked in together it felt like they were on you. You all grabbed drinks before Karen and Gretchen dragged Cady to the dance floor. You grabbed some Jack and Coke and Regina just poured herself some Pink Whitney. âHey Regina can I try some of yours?â you asked trying to loosen up before the alcohol kicked in.
âItâs vodka sweetie, arenât you a lightweight?â you nodded She placed her cup down and picked up the bottle of Pink Whitney and a clean shot glass and poured you a shot, handing it to you âBottoms upâ You drank it and it burned on the way down but it was sweet and decadent much like Regina herself. She mouthed âGood petâ and smirked then dragged you to the dance floor where you were already tipsy.
âRegina, can I wear your jacket for now so I donât lose it?â you said loud enough for her to hear through the music and people, she nodded and continued to dance. Your bodies were close together and you were drunk. Alcohol was the best social lubricant.
You danced together and at some points she took your hand and let you spin her around. You had to extend your arms a little bit more than if you were her height and if she wasnât wearing heels.
You turned your back for a little when you heard Jade and Max call after you and you greeted them, they said they saw you and Regina together and playfully punched your shoulder, and then heard Reginaâs voice âGet off me weirdo!â you turned to see some frat guy with his arm wrapped around Reginaâs waist.
âDance with meâ he slurred his words very drunkenly but he wouldnât let go of Regina and she wiggled her way out of his grasp.
âI'm here with someone, get lostâ Regina spat.
âYeah where is he then huh?â The guy stepped up to her, this guy was easily almost a foot taller than you, but Regina didnât care and she pulled your arm and you instinctively hooked your arm around the back of her waist.
You glared at him and Regina pulled your face towards hers kissing you in front of him and someone others watched, a shy little nobody that no oneâs seen is kissing the Regina George. You were drunk and didnât care, you were pissed this guy wouldnât leave her alone. Your hand trailed down to her ass momentarily and you both broke the kiss.
He was about to say something else but Gretchen, Karen, and Cady showed up, âLeave her be, fucking jackssâ he just scoffed as more people were watching and walked to another girl. You and Regina quickly let go of each other, you wiped off her lipstick from your lips.
Her friends were checking on her and she was just dusting her outfit off obviously irritated as well but she just kept saying she was fine. You were seething inside and chugged the rest of your cup but maintained composure âRegina you okay?â
She looked up at you and snapped âIâm fine Y/Nâ and she looked at her friends âIâm fine, gonna get more to drinkâ She stormed off and her friends just stood looking at each other but you weaved your way through the crowd following her.
âReginaâ you put a hand on her shoulder, she poured more alcohol into her cup, and she ignored you âRegina letâs go outside for a secondâ You saw an open case of water and took one out. âCome on Regina please?â
She gave you a death stare but she found the backyard, opened the sliding door, and you followed her when you were alone she sneered at you âIâm fine seriously lay off itâ You dare not take her alcohol but you handed her the bottle of water and she sat in a folding chair.
You took out the cigarettes and the lighter and then slipped the jacket off to place around Reginaâs shoulders. You sat next to her and opened the pack of cigarettes, placed a piece of gum in your mouth so it wouldnât taste bad, and lit the cigarette. She drank a third of the water you gave her.
âSmoke break?â you passed her the cigarette and smiled a little, she took it from you wordlessly. You just looked down at your phone and let her have her silence. You got a couple messages from Max and Jade including a picture of Regina and you from the 2nd floor window. You looked at Regina who was turned away from you and then you looked up behind where you saw your friends giving you thumbs up, you flipped them off quickly.
Regina passed the cigarette back to you and you took a long puff. Then she spoke âMen are such jack asses, ughâ she crossed her legs and complained, you listened. âLike get the fuck of of meâ she rolled her eyes and then you flicked the ash off and passed the cigarette back to her.
She ranted on for a while before she turned back to you, and murmured a soft âThanks thoughâ she flicked the cigarette butt away but it landed toward your feet, you picked it up and stuffed it in your pocket to throw away later. Both of you were still thoroughly intoxicated so you felt like you could tease her a little bit.
You put a cigarette in your mouth used one hand to protect it from the wind and one hand lit it up, you took a long puff before smirking. âRegina George? Saying âthank youâ? I canât believe my earsâ You passed her the cigarette again.
âShut it nerdâ She took a deep breath of the cigarette and blew it at your face. You were glad to see her back to her snarky teasing ways.
âOr what?â You challenged her with no intention of winning. âYou gonna punish me, Regina?â You leaned back in your chair and spread your legs to get comfortable, but she stood up.
She walked in front of your chair and towered over you âIt seems like thatâs what you wantâ her knee pushed harshly between your thighs, one hand on the back of your chair and the other still holding the cigarette. She looked down at you and you smiled wider, knowing she was back in a better mood. âYou better wipe that smug smile off your face L/Nâ
You tried leaning up to kiss her but she straightened herself out of your reach and shoved her knee harder into your cunt. You whined âReginaâ You looked up at her and she held the cigarette to your mouth and watched you inhale, you turned your head to not blow the smoke at her. She looked at you expecting you to say or do something. You put your hands up in defeat âIâm sorry Gina please forgive meâ You wanted a taste of her lips.
âAgainâ she said smiling down at you cruelly, and you swore she could feel the pulse between your legs.
âRegina please, I'm sorry I was joking, Iâll be good nowâ You put your hands down on your thighs and leaned forward again âPlease kiss meâ
Like yesterday, she breathed smoke into your mouth. Regina leaned down towards your lips and you inhaled what she gave you, and she pressed her lips to yours. She pulled away and said âYouâre forgiven, I supposeâ
âThank you goddessâ You smiled at her more timidly. She removed her knee from between your legs and finished off the last of the cigarette. Before she could flick it onto the ground somewhere, you put your hand out to take it from her.
âOh a good Samaritan too arenât you?â she taunted you and handed it to you to put in your pocket. She looked you up and down again her eyes lingering at your necklace, then she smirked âWell, God bless you babyâ she said seductively, and started to walk away âLet's go back inside shall we?â
She walked ahead of you and you looked up at the window to see if your friends were still there, and they were. Jade mouthed to you âbottomâ and you rolled your eyes, then speed walked to catch up with Regina.
Regina got a message and then took your hand and led you upstairs, to a room with a pool table and in the corner, Gretchen, Karen, Cady, and Janis, with two guys you assumed were gonna go home with some of them tonight. They passed around a bong and Regina looked back at you and said quietly. âHope I trained you well last night, or does my stray need help again?â She sat down next to Cady on the couch and you sat on Reginaâs right.
Regina got her turn and then it was yours thankfully you did it right. You passed it around maybe three times and talked and didnât get awkward or anything, when it was your turn again Regina leaned to whisper in your ear, âLet me know when you wanna go back to mine, I have a surpriseâ a hand lightly traced the back of your neck and you coughed out then she leaned away to talk to Cady.
You stayed a while, just chatting, and you were pretty sobered up, but you felt needier. You let Regina finish her conversation before tapping Reginaâs arm and nodding your head. Then Regina stood up âCady, me and nerd are heading home now, just gonna take an Uberâ You and Regina said bye to everyone else and walked out. Walking out the door she interlaced her fingers with yours.
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Regina traced the inner part of your thigh in the car and you had to bite back a whine when she got too close to your core, and you returned the favor pulling her leg apart slightly as well. Your stomach filled with butterflies.
When you got to her dorm she took her jacket off and kissed you relentlessly, both of you kicking off your shoes. Regina undid your belt and slipped a hand underneath your underwear and felt how wet you were. âBeen waiting all night for this pet?â she dragged her finger from your entrance to your clit and pressed lightly.
âYes, I want you, pleaseâ you begged, she took her hand out and licked her finger clean.
âStrip for me and kneel in front of the bed, like yesterdayâ She commanded and you were happy to follow, you took your gold necklace off and placed it on the desk and rid the rest of your clothes. Her back was turned to you and you heard her opening something while you stripped and went on your knees.
âHey Regina? Can I keep a shirt on?â she turned to you and you were in nothing but held her pink t-shirt you wore last night.
She was amused to see you wear her clothes âYeah, sureâ she went back to fumbling with something and you put the shirt on and stared at your knees.
When you glanced up at her, she wore only her shirt and lace panties now which made you blush and look at the ground, then you heard a clink of metal. Regina sat on the bed right in front of you, and you looked up and saw what she held. A pretty black collar with a tag on the front engraved with the words âReginaâs Petâ and a ring on the back and front of the collar for a leash or for her to tug on.
âHey you sober right?â her voice was soft and caring, which surprised you.
âYes, I amâ you replied quietly you were eager.
âDo you want this around your neck?â Regina unclasped it and held it in front of you.
Your mouth went dry and you said âyesâ weakly.
âGoodâ she leaned down and fastened the collar onto your neck. âYouâre my pet now, yeah?â she hooked her finger through the loop on the front and pulled you close.
âYesâ is all you could manage to say as she beckoned you to straddle her lap. Your legs were spread as you sat on her and she inspected the collar on you.
âis it too tight?â she yanked on it a little and stuck two fingers between your neck and the collar.
âNo- no, itâs good thank youâ you were nervous again.
âYouâre familiar with the color system, yes?â Regina asked.
You nodded âGreen for good, yellow for slow down and red for stopâ
âGood youâre gonna need itâ She replied and kissed your lips
She let go of your collar and one hand was against your back and the other trailed up your thigh and pressed lightly on your clit. âSo about you being a bit bratty earlier today..â she circled your clit gently and she stared into your eyes, âI think I have to discipline you a bit, yeah?â
You were willing to do anything she asked really, and said âYesâ She rewarded that answer with her moving pressing slightly harder, you ached wanting more âIâm sorry Regina, Iâll be goodâ she let out an approving hum.
âTell me when youâre close baby, donât finish unless I say so,â She said, âcan you do that for me?â
âYesâ and she rewarded you by pressing against your clit faster âAh, Jesus- Regina, it feels goodâ you moaned out and rested your head in the crook of her neck. âFaster please,â you begged needing more friction.
âGod youâre so fucking patheticâ but she obliged and touched you faster. âYou like when I call you pathetic baby?â
âFuck, yes!â each thrum against your clit sent you closer and closer to orgasm, and you felt your stomach tighten and your legs trembled âRegina Iâm close,â But as soon as you said that her fingers were off you and you whined âNo.. please, let me comeâ your orgasm dissipated and your clit ached.
âMm noâ she responded back, âLay down spread your legsâ You climbed off her and spread your legs, and she lifted the shirt to reveal your wet cunt to her. You closed your legs when she stared, but she pried them back open. She started at your inner thigh and left kisses, marks, and bites all the way up to your pussy, where she licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. You arched your back wanting more.
She licked your clit gently at first and then harder, âReginaâ you gasped out, and you bucked your hips into her face then she pushed them back down. You looked down and you saw her looking back at you while she ate your pussy out. She flicked her tongue across your clit and you said her name between moans and pants.
While her tongue abused your clit she gathered your slick around her fingers and slid two digits inside you, making you gasp. Pumping her fingers in and out hitting your g-spot your legs began to shake again âFuck, Iâm close. Please donât stop mommyâ But she pulled away leaving you on the edge again. She moved up and kissed you, tasting your wetness on her tongue.
âYouâre doing so good for me, petâ She praised and kissed you again letting you rest before she edged you again. âColor?â
âGreenâ you replied, the ache between your legs hurt but it felt so good to be at the end of her wrath. Then she went back down to lick your clit again, slower this time wanting to draw out your agony a little bit.
She pulled away to look at your cunt âYou have such a pretty pussy, you know that pet?â she then thrust two fingers back inside you before you could respond, curling them against your g-spot, your back arched again, making your collar clink slightly and she went back down to lick your clit again.
Her tongue slowly increased speed and pressure as she licked circles around the bud, her fingers still moving inside you. Suddenly she sucked on your clit and you almost fell over the edge âWait! close- fuckkâ you said to her and she stopped again, you didnât want to come without her permission, you wanted to be good for her.
You were sexually frustrated, tears pricked at the corner of your eye and she took her clean hand and wiped them away âDoes your pussy ache sweetie?â her tone was sadistic as she smiled. You just nodded and she cooed âMy poor petâ you whined as she teased you. âOne more time, can you handle it?â
You nodded eagerly and she lifted your shirt revealing your tummy and left marks down your stomach to your pussy once more, you involuntarily bucked your hips and she slammed your hips down against the mattress, she was stronger than she let on. She started licking once more and it drove you crazy, your clit was sensitive from the edging, she sucked on it occasionally. Then slid two fingers inside you again. âReginaâ you drew out her name and she bit gently at your clit. âYou feel so good..â then you were sure you could feel her smirk between your legs.
Your legs trembled again as she licked over your clit directly and relentlessly. A third finger stretched your pussy, and you moaned her name again and again. You pleaded âRegina please, please let me come, pleaseâ you whined out and looked down waiting for approval, but she just looked at you and sucked your clit hard. âRegina, please- fuck! I canât, I canât hold it, please Iâm all yours pleaseâ
You were about to come crashing over the edge and then she lifted her head replacing her tongue with her thumb and she strummed your clit quickly âGo on baby, come for meâ You almost screamed her name but she kissed you and muffled your sounds, she pulled away from the kiss.
The only words that came out of your mouth as you came was her name âthank youâ and âdonât stopâ She loved watching the scene before her. Her collared pet writhing and coming under her touch. Regina only stopped when you pushed her hand away, overstimulated.
She put her fingers in your mouth âClean up your mess petâ you sat up and licked her fingers clean.
When you finished you kissed her hand and murmured âThank you for letting me finishâ she smiled and grabbed a water bottle from her table and held it to your mouth. Your mouth was dry from moaning her name so much.
âYou okay there nerd?â she asked gently. She was worried she was too rough on you.
âIâm all good, my legs just feel like jellyâ you gave a soft smile and she leaned down to kiss one of your legs. She smiled back at you.
âYou up to return the favor?â she straddled your hips as she waited for your answer. You pulled her by the collar of her shirt like sheâs done to you and kissed her.
You let her pull away and said âOf courseâ and she pulled her panties off.
She moved up so her pussy was right over your mouth, she was practically dripping âBe a good doll and make me feel goodâ She lowered herself onto your mouth and you greedily licked her pussy, you loved how she tasted and you grabbed her hips to put her full weight onto you.
She groaned and began to grind against your tongue, you guided her hips back and forth and she started to move her hips faster âOh fuck Y/Nâ you saw her close her eyes. âYouâre such a good fuck toy arenât you?â you moaned at her words and it sent vibrations through her clit âDo that again baby, touch yourself while I ride youâ You reached a hand down between your legs and moaned against her again. Your body was sensitive too and you moaned loudly at how overstimulated your clit was.
Your other hand now moved to her ass and you squeezed it digging your nails into her ass and pushing her further down into your face. âGod, youâre so good at pleasing meâ she gripped your hair and moaned âDonât stop, pleaseâ she sounded desperate and who were you to deny her pleasure when she asked so nicely?
As she approached her orgasm you felt her legs start to squeeze your head a little, and you also got closer, thrumming your finger against your clit. âFuck Iâm close, are you close baby?â she looked down at you âCan you come with me?â you nodded and sucked her clit harder she moaned your name and streams of obscenities, âFuck- babyâ is what she got out before her back arched and she tilted her head back. You moaned into her as your orgasm followed quickly after. She rode your face prolonging her ecstasy as long as possible and then she lifted off you.
You wiped off your face a little before she kissed you again âYouâre perfectâ you got out between her kissing you.
She climbed off the bed and held her hand out to you, âLet's get cleaned up, howâs that sound?â
You just took her hand and followed her to the bathroom attached to her room. She turned the shower on and got rid of her shirt, then turned to you, undoing your collar. Then you also stripped your shirt off.
She was so sweet it actually caught you off guard. She let you into the shower and asked âYou sure youâre okay?â then started to wash your hair.
âIâm way more than okay Reginaâ you looked up at her and she continued to wash your hair gently âDid you have fun?â You wondered.
âMmhm, I rode your face and came all over it, of course, I had funâ She rinsed your hair and you began to soap her hair up as well. You turned her around washed the ends of her hair and kissed her shoulder. "I also enjoy making a mess out of you, I hope I wasn't too rough on you"
"You weren't, it felt amazing" you whispered and placed another kiss on her shoulder.
She took a washcloth and washed her own body. Then turned you around, Regina started to lightly wash your back and shoulders "You're so cute" you heard her say quietly, while she washed the rest of the suds away.
When you hopped out of the shower she handed you a towel and you dried yourself off. You wrapped the towel around yourself and followed her back to the room where she got you clean clothes once again.
Instead of crawling into bed right away, Regina was seated on the edge of her bed and actually patted the empty space next to her, you sat next to her âI want to be very clear to youâ her voice was serious with an air of worry to it.
Suddenly you felt like you did something wrong and apologized âShit Regina did I do something wro-â
She cut you off âNo! no, you didnât,â she said quickly âJust listen okay?â Regina was nervous, and you knew she didnât like to feel coddled but you grabbed her hand trying to support her and she let you. âI like you Y/N, not just to fuck or for homeworkâ Your jaw dropped and she got defensive. âWe donât have to do this-â
âRegina, you like me likeâŠâ you paused to breathe âCrush like me?â you gripped her hand tighter hoping you interpreted that right.
âWhat other kind of âlikeâ is there for a confession, dumbassâ she was rude and then apologetic âSorryâ you just laughed.
âYouâre fine Regina, I can take when youâre mean to meâ and brought your hand up to your lips and kissed it gently âBut why? You have so many other people lined up for you other than me, and Iâm like, socially awkward and weirdâ
âThe awkwardness is a little charmingâ She claimed. âYou were also hard to read at first, so quiet too. Like a little mouseâ
You smiled "Glad you think so" and you kissed her hand again âYouâre a little scary Reginaâ
âI know itâs a blessing and a curseâ She just smiled back at you.
You stared at your intertwined hands âI didnât know you liked me, like thatâ you bit your tongue âI thought you were just kidding, Iâm kind of slow, arenât I?â
âA bit,â she smiled âItâs okay loser, I know I send mixed signals sometimes, but I was flirting with you all those times before yesterday just so you knowâ Shit you were really slow.
You leaned in and kissed her âI like you a lotâ You broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. You opened your mouth to say, âPlease be mineâ, but nothing came out.
Regina still looked a little nervous "I meant what I said you know, you're mine" She said possessively, she paused and was about to say something else but you cut in.
"I want you Regina, and I want to be yours as well." You declared
She poked fun at your statement "You're so cheesy" and pushed you away slightly and playfully. "Just get in the bed" You stood and lifted the covers and climbed in and let her in as well.
You laid on your back and she was on her side, she looked at you like she was admiring your features. Then you turned to ogle in realization, dumbfounded, "Wait you're my girlfriend now right?"
She flicked your forehead earning an "Ow" from you. She rolled her eyes "Yes loser, and for someone so smart, you're kinda dumbass too"
You grinned wide, "Your dumbass though right?"
The corners of her lips tugged up slightly, showing she enjoyed your small cheesy banter with her "Shut up"
"Fiiine" You inched closer to her and kissed her passionately, "Goodnight Regina" She turned over and you instinctively wrapped your arms around her.
"Goodnight nerd" she said tiredly.
You smirked and mumbled quietly "Your nerd" and you just heard a tsk sound and fell asleep with this beautiful goddess in your arms.
(sorry the bong thing might be a little corny, but the first time i used one, my girlfriend held it for me because i was scared of dropping it)
(heyyyy just wanted to add here at the bottom, that i moved really fast with all the kinky shit and collar stuff. this isnât a perfect representation of bdsm, so please do your research! [I might rewrite a version of this over on ao3 to be longer so i can better portray that stuff realistically {also itâs because i feel bad}])
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âââââââââââ HASNâT EVERY LITTLE CHRISTMAS WISH BEEN SENT?
âââ⧠âș âș ă° I hope the holiday
will find you well⊠⧠âș
PART 2 of the Spitfire Saga
TRAILER: A blue Christmas in Monaco
(Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader (platonic), Sebastian Vettel x fem!driver!reader (platonic), 2017!f1 grid x fem!driver!reader)(SMAU + written work)
For more Spitfire content go to my account and itâs my pinned post since tumblr hates me and wonât let me link anything :)
WARNINGS: ANGST, family issues, mentions of death/ mourning, language maybe? fluff (a little), google translate french, sexism, slut shaming, complicated family relationships
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You cradle your phone in both hands and stare down at the little red heart. Double tapping your own motherâs message should not make you feel this gross and torn apart inside.
You stare at your instagram chat with her for a few more minutes than youâd like to admit, then shut off the phone altogether and lay it facedown on the bed next to you.Â
Youâre somewhere in the Swiss alps with your performance team, taking a few days to ski before the holidays. You, luckily, have your own room in the little hotel that is somehow associated with Mercedes as a whole.Â
Thereâs a gnawing in your chest. Should you have responded to you mom with actual words?ïżœïżœ
Things at home have been rocky lately.Â
It started the week of Abu Dhabi. Since you were already F2 world champion, you had planned to pay the fine and skip the final race of the season, since it was thanksgiving.
In all honesty, you didnât decide that. Your mother and father did, then held an hour long screaming match with you, which ended with your mother storming out and you in tears.Â
âDonât you love us? Donât you want to be with your family?â
âNo, of course not. To her, weâre nothing.â
Theyâre not nothing. You wish they were nothing, that what they thought didnât mean anything to you.
But they arenât nothing, and you still would move heaven and earth for your familyâs approval, so you had decided to stay home for Thanksgiving, whether it jeopardized your career in motorsport or not.Â
Until you got the call, they had won. You were going to miss the last race of the season, possibly the last race of your career for a family dinner.Â
And then Toto called and you sprinted out of Calc, turned your car on and sped to the nearest airport, shooting a text to your mom on the way.
She had not been pleased.
A voice in your head that sounds suspiciously like Sebâs tells you that there shouldnât be a world in which you make yourself sick worrying about what you mother is going to scream at you when you get home.Â
You wish you could text him. Call him, tell him whatâs wrong, but you canât, or you wonât.
You donât want to bother him, and you already have one set of parents that hate you, you donât need him and Hanna to get fed up with you, too.Â
You canât, however, stomach yet another family dinner when your mother, father, aunt and uncle are all ragging on you for following you dream and being a little too busy. You know they all wish you were normal.
Itâs not worth it, you decide. Going home is not worth it.
So you pick up your phone and tap on Charlesâs contact, realizing only belatedly that your presence at their home would be an intrusion on their mourning.
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Christmas in Monaco is ⊠everything you remember your childhood christmas to be. Unconditional love, laughter, light.
There are times, of course, that you all feel the lingering hole that is the absence of Herve, who was the patriarch of the family.Â
Pascale, bless her soul, she does her best, and seems genuinely glad that youâve come to celebrate with them.Â
âY/n, mon amor!â she exclaims as you walk through the door, Mercedes duffel bag thrown over your shoulder. âI was so happy when Charles told me that you were spending Christmas with us!â
She wraps you in a hug and you freeze up, willing the tears that are stinging your eyes away and easing into the embrace. There is t a time in your recent memory that your own mother hugged you like this.
Pascale snaps her fingers at Charles.Â
âCharles, monte son sac dans la chambre.â
He sighs and takes your duffel over one shoulder, ascending the stairs to the bedroom you will be sharing with him.
âCome,â Pascale orders you in English. âYou must be starving!â
itâs a flush of hugs and chatter and drinks flowing, sitting around this table with the Leclercs. Enzo and Arthur donât question your presence. You assume that Charles has told them you are constantly having issues with your family.Â
Charles sits to your right. Pascale heads the table and Lorenzo sits across from Charles with Arthur to his right. Lorenzo asks you and Charles about the upcoming season, congratulates you in your win.Â
âCharles will not stop talking about it!â
âItâs impressive!â Charles defends, his ears pinking. âSheâs the youngest to ever win!â
You pat Charlesâs shoulder.Â
âItâs ok, Charlie. I know Iâm just so amazing.â
He mutters something in French that you donât catch, but Pascale slaps his shoulder.
âDo not use those words at my table!â
The entire table erupts in laughter and you look around. This is the first time in a long time that a family dinner has actually felt like family.
There is a mattress in Charlesâs closet that youâve slept on for hundreds of nights throughout your lifetime. Itâs a little lumpy, but the trick is to lay down a comforter under the bottom sheet and that smooths out all the bumps.Â
Youâve showered and changed into your pajamas while Charles makes up the makeshift bed at the foot of his own.Â
He casts a dirty look at your black Mercedes t-shirt.Â
âThis is a Ferrari-only household,â he scolds you with no actual bite.Â
âI donât see you driving for Ferrari.â
He rolls his eyes at you and takes one of his pillows and sets it at the head of your bed. Heâs pulled the sheets tight, just like he always used to.
âWhen was the last time you slept here?â He asks you, breaking the weird silence youâve fallen into.Â
âUm,â You set your clothes next to your duffel. â2015? I came and stayed to watch your first home F3 race?â
He was seventeen, you fifteen, and youâd been in the height of your awkwardness, and to make matter worse, he still hadnât discovered deodorant. Altogether, not a fond experience.
He makes an affirming noise and lays down on his bed.Â
You pull back your covers and he shuts off the light, and for a while itâs just the two of you breathing. He always tries to match your inhales and exhales.
âYour family,â he blurts into the dark. âWhy arenât you with them?â
Your heart squeezes.Â
âI think they think I think Iâm too good for them.â
He pauses.
âRepeat? slower?â
You laugh softly. Sometimes you forget his English isnât the greatest.Â
âThey think that I think that Iâm better than them. My mom, especially. When she was growing up I think she idolized her parents and I donât idolize her in the same way. Sheâs really scared that she canât control me like they controlled her.â
Charles mulls that over,
âAnd your father? â
You sigh into the darkness.Â
âI donât know. Heâs always working and he doesnât like that I have my own opinions and stuff, because heâs very ⊠he needs to be right.Â
âAnd then my brother, we get along when our parents are being crazy, but itâs not like weâre close. I was gone for most of our childhood and now heâs in school.â
Thereâs a shifting in Charlesâs bed, the you hear his feet pattering on the floor. The mattress beside you dips, then heâs laying next to you, his shoulder touching yours.
âThis is very uncomfortable.â
You scoff out a laugh.
âItâs not that bad.â
âIt is. My bed is much more comfortable.â
âThen go back and sleep there!âÂ
He shifts next to you, rolling on his side then back to his back. Lying here, next to him, itâs hot. You scoot over an inch so you can still feel him but youâre not touching.Â
His breaths become slower and deeper.
âIâm sorry,â He tells you just as youâre drifting off to sleep. âThat you feel like your family doesnât want you, but⊠â
His hand pats yours three times.Â
âIâm glad youâre here. Makes it more bearable.â
You fall asleep then, and wake up with you back to him. You sit up as the cold light streams through the blinds and look over at him. His face is smushed and a bead of drool pools on his pillow.Â
âCharlie,â You whisper. âCharlie, wake up.â
He sits up like you just ran an electric shock through him. His hair is smashed to the side and he used the back of his hand to wipe the drool.
You giggle.
âCâmon, I smell breakfast.â
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charles_leclerc: A bittersweet Christmas celebration. Will be missing you forever, Papa. x
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user1: Merry christmas, charles!Â
user2: Repose en paix, Herve â€ïžâ€ïž
user3: The fact that Y/n spend Christmas with the Leclercs is đ€šđ€š
âł user4: fr i knew she and charles were close but ⊠girlâŠÂ he has a gf âŠ
âłuser5: Oh I bet his GF HATES her
âłuser77: Yeah, AND itâs the Christmas right after they lost his father, like intruder who?
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âł user65: HOMEWRECKER
âłuser66: Sheâs actually such a skank. I donât know why people put up with her.
user6: I know itâs been debunked a bunch of times but CharY/n would be so đđ
âłuser7: he has a girlfriend and sheâs always said heâs like a brother to her
âł user6: if my bf had a friend as close as her I would end it
âłuser7: the thing is that she has been seen out and about with Giada. Theyâre good friends đł
user8: Doesnât Y/n have her own family to spend Xmas with?
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As soon as you say âItâs fineâ you know youâre done for. âFineâ is never fine.
He calls you, you try to avoid the question, but then he hits you with -
âY/n.â In his disappointed/worried voice. And it works like it always does. You tell him everything - from when it started when you were in F3 to now, how youâve driven your family away. He listens. Heâs a good listener when he wants to be.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He asks at the end. You take a shaking breath.
Because I didnât want you to realize Iâm no good. Because you would leave me, too. Because I canât not love them and I donât know why.
âI donât know.â
âAre you going home for the new year?â
Youâve been waiting on a text from your mom. Thatâs how it goes. Fight, spend a week in the silent treatment, one of you reaches out, you make up, then you fight again. You promised yourself that youâre not going to be the one to reach out this time.
âI donât know.â
âIf not, come to my house. Weâre having a party.â
Your words catch in your throat.
âI donât want to intrude-â
âYouâre never intruding,â he assures you. âIâm your mentor, remember? I have to look out for you.â
My parents are supposed to look out for me.
âOkay,â you breathe out. âIâll keep that in mind. Thanks, Seb.â
âMerry Christmas, Spitfire.â
Your mom texts you. She grovels. You get on a plane an hour later and go back home.
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âłyourusername: itâs called duality babes đ
âłuser10: OMG
âłuser16: her addiction to memes though đ€Ł she canât even do an aesthetic post without one
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âłyourusername: câest tout toi â€ïž
âłuser80: Y/n and giada saw the romance rumors and said hold my beer
user20: Why didnât you spend Christmas with your family??
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âłyourusername: awwww thanks for letting me crash your xmas đ«¶đ«¶
âłarthur_leclerc: Donât worry, she likes you more than she likes any of her actual children
âł charles_leclerc: Sadly true
user11: Still canât get over the fact that sheâs still in school
user12: U donât deserve that seat
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user13: why would they let a woman in the car?
âł user14: sheâs already driven it
âł user15: and won her debut race ?
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user17: I didnât know she played piano?
âłuser18: she plays off and on. Her youtube has a few videos of songs sheâs covered and written
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user19: Oh, to be eighteen and already signed to a top F1 team
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Shower Suprise
Jason Todd x gn pregnant reader
Notes: So, Iâm currently fighting a war against baby fever and baby daddy jason makes me feral so I decided to write a self indulgent fic. Iâm working on a couple sequel fics so let me know if you enjoyed this and Iâll post the others too. Iâm not a great writer and have never written for Jason before, so sorry if itâs shit lmaooo
Part 2
Word count: 1730
Contains cursing, unplanned pregnancy, mention of abortion, talk of adoption
Jason had gotten home a little after 4 am. Heâd been patrolling the cold, rainy streets since 11 and Gotham had finally grown quiet. His body ached something awful from the numerous fights heâd gotten into that night, and exhaustion had crept into his bones making him feel like he could fall asleep standing up.
He climbed into the window of the dark apartment silently to avoid waking his lover and got out of his gear in the living room. The sound of clanking metal and ripping zippers tended to get noisy. Once in his briefs alone he slipped into your bedroom, pausing for a moment to watch the rise and fall of your chest with a smile on his face. You slept soundly, your hair a nest around your face and your soft snores like a comforting lullaby to Jason.
He reluctantly made his way to your shared bathroom. Heâd love nothing more than to just go to bed, but you didnât like it when he got into the clean sheets with Gothamâs grime on him. And, to be fair, he was pretty gross some nights. He showered quickly, enjoying the steaming water on his sore muscles, then hastily moved to brush his teeth. However, something odd caught his eye as he spat.
There were balls of what looked like clean tissue wadded up atop the trash, which was strange as heâd just changed it before he left. You didnât have a cold or anything that would constitute using that much. He furrowed his brow, a weird feeling washing over him. Something white and shiny just barely peeked out from underneath, and he moved the tissue aside to reveal not 1 but 4 pregnancy tests. His heart froze, time seeming to stop around him. Dread built in his gut as he grabbed the sticks, and terror settled in as he picked up one positive after another. Holy shit, y/n was pregnant. Heâd gotten you pregnant. Fuck.
Something pleasant stirred in his gut but he squashed it down. His child would be in danger every day having him as their father. If anyone found out about his baby, child of the Red Hood and grandchild of the Batman, theyâd instantly have a target on their head. Aside from that, heâd be a terrible father. He was gruff without meaning to, he had a short fuse, and he certainly didnât have any good role models. All he could think about were the ways he could accidentally fuck them up. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didnât notice you until you were in the bathroom with him.
He was no longer tired, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he dropped to the floor. Fuck fuck fuck. He couldnât be a father, heâs Red Hood. He had huge time constraints, anger issues, and most importantly, a lot of blood on his hands. How could those hands, forever stained red, hold something like an innocent newborn in his grasp? A baby, with chunky cheeks and thighs, perhaps with his hair and your eyes.
âJay?â You asked tentatively. He realized he was hyperventilating. He tried to respond, but he found all he could do is stare at your middle. Your eyes slipped to the floor, taking in the discovered pregnancy tests as he watched your face turn. This is clearly not the reveal you were hoping for. You crouched to his level.
âJay, can you breathe with me?â He was still lost in his thoughts, buried in his anxiety. But he looked up and met your gaze, your features worried. For him. He closed his eyes and nodded with a shuddering breath.
âAlright babe, in through the noseâŠ. Out through the mouth.â He followed along with you, his hand reaching out. You grabbed it firmly with both of yours without hesitation, running your thumbs along his skin. He usually didnât like to be touched when he was having episodes, but something about your warmth grounded him. He steadily felt his heart begin to slow down.
You let go with one hand to tenderly cup his cheek, smiling sheepishly at him.
âYouâre pregnant.â He said simply. You bit your lip and looked away, but nodded.
âI made an appointment in the morning to get an ultrasound and make sure, but well, 4 positives. Plus, you know how sick and nauseous Iâve been. Emotional, tired, hungry for weird shitâŠâ He cursed under his breath and noted how your shoulders sank. Your hand just barely moved to your belly before you caught yourself, returning it to your side.
âYou want the baby.â He stated, though it was more of a question. You sighed in frustration and ran your hand through your hair.
âI donât know. I donât feel ready, but I canât stop picturing a little baby that looks like me and you and I just⊠I canât-â Your resolve crumbled as tears began rolling down your cheeks. He took you into his arms instantly, pulling you onto his lap and letting you bury your head into his neck as you sobbed. He drew circles into your back and whispered reassurances, but his head was spinning.
âI don't know what to do Jay!â You whimpered. He didnât know either, but he needed to come up with a solution. For you.
A baby. A fucking baby. Bruce would absolutely lose it.
âWell,â he started, his voice calm. He was freaking out, but you didnât need him a nervous wreck. You needed him strong and steadfast. He took a deep breath.
âThereâs allot going on in our heads right now, why don't we break down our options, yeah?â You nodded, still sniffling and sat in his lap to meet his eyes.
âNo matter what, I'm not putting a baby in the Gotham foster system. No way.â He started. Gotham had a lot of kids entering its foster system and almost no kids being adopted. Bruce had been trying to help solve the issue for years, but Jason knew if they gave the baby up for adoption, theyâd likely have a hard time finding a home. Not to mention the issue still stood that theyâd be in danger if their parentage was discovered, except in that scenario Jason wouldnât even know where they are to help them. You nodded in agreement.
âSo that leavesâŠâ you began softly.
âKeeping it or getting rid of it.â He finished. Your lip twisted and fresh tears fell, but you wiped them away.
âI donât⊠what do you want to do Jay?â
âItâs your body.â
âAnd it's your baby.â You responded. That was fair, and he thought about it. Thereâs no denying it could be dangerous, but there was also no denying that his kid would have the planets greatest protectors on its side. His family would call to arms for his baby in an instant, as would the friends Jason had made through his life. Hell, even the Justice League would defend Bruceâs grand baby. And he wouldnât repeat his mentorâs mistakes and drag his kid on the rooftops with him. They belonged at home; safe, cared for, and loved. A feeling he reveled in when he was with you. He thought about you holding a toddler in your arms and playing with them, the sound of his childâs laughter echoing through the house. He just knew you would make an amazing parent. Feelings once again rose in his chest, but he didnât push them down. He let them sit and, once he really thought about it, he kinda wanted to see the little guy live and grow. But ultimately it wasnât his decision.
âI want what you want.â He finally responded. You groaned in frustration.
âI donât want you to want what I want Jay. If I say I want it, I donât want you to agree to make me happy and then feel trapped and thenâŠâ you trailed off, looking away from him. He furrowed his brow.
âAnd then what, leave you? Abandon you to raise my kid on your own? Do you really think Iâd do that to you?â His tone sounded almost angry, but he didnât mean for it to be. He wasnât mad, he was hurt.
âNo, Jay I-â you sighed and ran a hand through your hair.
âI just donât want to make you do something huge like this if it's not what you want. And I donât want to force you to commit to me like that.â He scoffed at you.
âI think weâre well past worrying about me wanting to commit to you, doll.â You stared at him seemingly unconvinced, your fears and uncertainties visibly rattling around your skull.
He sighed. This wasnât the circumstance he was hoping for, but his gut said it was time.
âYou want to see how fucking serious I am about committing to you? Where the fuck are my jeans?â He gently pushed you off of him and told you to stay. He nearly chuckled at the cute, confused look on your face. He grabbed the pants he'd been wearing before patrol and fished his wallet out of his pocket.
âLook at this shit, Iâve been carrying this around with me for months.â You stared at him with a raised brow, wondering what the fuck he was doing. Out of the cash flap he pulled a small pouch of bubble wrap which produced a beautiful engagement ring. It was your picture-perfect ring; you couldnât have picked a better one yourself. You froze, your breath catching in your throat.
âJason-â
âNo, shut up and listen to me. I love you. I love you more than Iâve ever loved anyone on this god forsaken planet. You are beautiful, and kind, and funny, and so fucking smart. Youâve been there for me at my worst and my best without judgement. Youâre one person that I know I can rely on, and I am so proud that you rely on me. I am a lucky fucking man to have you in my life, and if you want this baby Iâm with you. And Iâll be the happiest man alive. But if you donât want it, you donât. And Iâll be happy with that too. But either way, I love you and I want you to be my one and only for as long as youâll have me. So, what do you wanna do babe?â
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Can I request something with Lando? With a plus-size reader, where the hate gets to her too much, and she breaks up with him because the internet is hatting on her and being with Lando. Lando is so confused until like Max or someone asks if he has seen the hate, and it makes Lando go crazy at everyone for the hate to his favourite girl, and he gets her back. Please, I'll sell my kidney.đ
don't go breaking my heart (ln4)
( bubs u don't have to sell ur kidney, here it is! hope u like it )
⊠pairing - lando norris x female!reader
⊠genre - angst, tears, comfort, online hate, fatphobia
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y/nnnn seashells and splashes
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@landonorris : beautiful baby <3, so grateful you're mine ---> liked by author â€ïž
@alexandrasaintmleux: stunner girl, ily <3 ---> liked by author â€ïž
@hater123: I can't believe Lando is dating someone like her. Doesn't he have standards?
@trollqueen: Someone needs to hit the gym... hard. Yikes.
@f1fanatic: Lando deserves so much better. Sheâs just not on his level. or weight.
@bodyshamer: Wow, the beach really needs a 'no whales allowed' sign.
@toxicfan: I guess money canât buy taste, huh, Lando?
@hatersunite: How can she even post these pictures without feeling embarrassed?
@jealousfan: Lando must be blind if he thinks sheâs attractive.
@fatphobic: Imagine waking up next to that every day. Poor Lando.
@anonymoushater: Landoâs career is gonna go downhill with her dragging him down.
@judgy: Cover up, nobody wants to see that.
@meanperson: She should be ashamed of how she looks.
@bitterf1fan: Why is she even famous? Just because sheâs dating Lando? Pathetic.
@envioushater: ewww, why would he even kiss her? Gross.
@bodyshamepolice: lando could do so much better than this blob.
@trollmaster: Sheâs just using him for fame. She doesnât deserve him.
Y/N sat in the McLaren hospitality area, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She had been trying to ignore the hateful comments on her Instagram, but they were relentless, each one cutting deeper than the last. She scrolled through them again, her heart sinking with every cruel word.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she read the comments over and over. She had always been confident in her own skin, but the constant barrage of negativity was breaking her spirit.
Lily, Oscar Piastri's girlfriend, noticed Y/N's distress from across the room. She approached cautiously, her heart aching for her friend. "Hey, Y/N," she said softly, sitting down next to her. "Are you okay?"
Y/N didn't respond, her gaze fixed on her phone screen. Her silent sobs shook her body, and Lily could see the tears streaming down her face.
Lily gently took the phone from Y/N's hand and glanced at the screen, her own heart breaking at the sight of the hateful comments. She put the phone aside and wrapped her arms around Y/N, pulling her into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, Y/N," she whispered, her voice filled with empathy. "Theyâre just jealous and cruel. Youâre beautiful just the way you are."
Y/N buried her face in Lily's shoulder, her sobs growing louder. She felt so overwhelmed, so small in the face of such relentless hatred. "I can't do this anymore," she whispered through her tears. "I thought I was strong enough, but Iâm not."
Lily held her tighter, her own eyes welling up with tears. "You are strong, Y/N. Donât let them win. They donât know you, they donât know how amazing you are."
But Y/N could hardly hear Lilyâs comforting words. The weight of the hate was too much, and she felt like she was drowning in it. She pulled away from Lilyâs embrace, wiping her tears with shaking hands. "I need to go," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Y/N, please donât leave like this," Lily pleaded, her concern growing. "Talk to Lando, let him help you."
But Y/N couldnât face Lando, not now. She stood up, her legs feeling weak, and made her way to the exit. She walked out of the paddock, her heart heavy with the pain of the hateful comments, leaving behind the world she had once felt so at home in.
time skip
Lando entered their shared apartment, his usual cheerful demeanor dampened by a nagging sense of unease. The McLaren hospitality area had felt off after Y/Nâs abrupt departure, and his concern had only grown since.
"Y/N?" he called out, his voice echoing through the quiet space. He spotted her in the living room, standing next to a pile of packed bags. His heart sank. "Whatâs going on?"
Y/N looked up, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Lando, Iâm leaving."
His confusion deepened, worry etching lines into his face. "Leaving? Why? What happened?"
She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I just⊠I think youâll be happier without me."
Landoâs heart pounded in his chest. "What are you talking about? Iâm happy with you, Y/N. Why are you doing this?"
Tears filled her eyes again, but she blinked them back. "You deserve someone better, Lando. Someone who wonât bring you down."
He stepped closer, desperation creeping into his voice. "Y/N, youâre not bringing me down. I love you. Please, just talk to me. Tell me whatâs really going on."
She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself as if to hold herself together. "I canât, Lando. Itâs better this way."
"Better for who?" he demanded, his voice breaking. "Not for me. I donât understand. Please, Y/N, donât do this."
She finally looked up at him, her heart breaking at the sight of his pain. "Youâll be better off without me, Lando. Trust me."
Lando felt a surge of panic. He reached out, gently taking her hand. "Please, donât go. We can get through anything together. Just tell me whatâs wrong."
Y/N pulled her hand away, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "Iâm sorry, Lando. I have to go."
She grabbed her bags and walked towards the door, her heart aching with every step. Lando followed her, his own tears blurring his vision. "Y/N, pleaseâŠ"
She paused at the door, looking back at him one last time. "Goodbye, Lando."
With that, she stepped out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. Lando stood there in stunned silence, his heart shattered into pieces. He sank to the floor, his back against the door, unable to comprehend how everything had fallen apart so quickly. He had lost the woman he loved, and he didnât even know why.
time skip
Lando sat on the floor of his apartment, his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face. His heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest. The apartment, once filled with love and laughter, now felt unbearably empty. He replayed Y/Nâs words over and over in his mind, each time trying to understand where it all went wrong.
Lando couldn't, his grief consuming him. His teammates noticed his absence and his silence. It was Carlos Sainz who finally decided to check on him.
Carlos knocked on the door, his concern deepening when Lando didnât answer immediately. "Lando, itâs Carlos. Please open up."
After a few moments, the door creaked open, revealing a disheveled and tear-streaked Lando. Carlosâs heart sank at the sight of his friend in such a state. "Mate, what happened?"
Lando let Carlos in, the two of them sitting on the couch. "She left me, Carlos," Lando said, his voice breaking. "She said Iâd be better off without her. I donât understand why."
Carlos looked at him sympathetically. "Have you seen whatâs been happening online?"
Lando shook his head, confusion mingling with his grief. "What do you mean?"
Carlos pulled out his phone, showing Lando the vile comments, the hateful edits, and the mean-spirited articles directed at Y/N. Landoâs eyes widened with horror and fury as he read through them, his heartbreak turning into a white-hot rage.
"They did this to her," Carlos said quietly. "She left because she couldnât handle the hate."
Landoâs hands trembled with anger as he continued to read. "How could they do this to her? She didnât deserve any of this."
Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder. "You need to speak out, Lando. This isnât right."
Lando nodded, his resolve hardening. "Iâm not going to let them get away with this."
He grabbed his phone, his fingers shaking as he typed out a message on social media. His anger and pain poured into his words:
"To all my so-called 'fans' who have been spewing hate towards Y/N, this needs to stop. She didnât deserve any of this. She is the most amazing person I have ever known, and your words have hurt her deeply. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. If you truly support me, you will stop this now. Hate has no place in this world. And to those companies and individuals who have written those hateful articles and made those disgusting edits, I am coming for you. You will be held accountable."
He hit post, his chest heaving with the intensity of his emotions. "Iâm suing them," he said to Carlos, his voice filled with determination. "Every single one of them."
Carlos nodded in support. "Iâm with you, mate. Whatever you need."
Lando wasted no time. He contacted his legal team, explaining the situation in detail. "I want to sue every company that published those hateful articles. I want to take down every website that allowed those comments. This has to stop."
His lawyers assured him they would take immediate action. Lando felt a flicker of hope amidst his anger and heartbreak. He couldnât undo the pain that Y/N had suffered, but he could fight for her, stand up for her, and make sure that those responsible faced consequences.
As the days went by, Landoâs social media post garnered immense attention. Fans and fellow drivers rallied behind him, condemning the hate and expressing their support for Y/N. The companies that had published the hateful articles received a barrage of backlash, and legal notices were swiftly sent.
Landoâs heart remained heavy with the loss of Y/N, but he found strength in his fight for justice. He hoped that, somehow, Y/N would see that he was standing up for her, that he loved her deeply, and that he was determined to make things right.
time skip
Lando couldnât wait any longer. The moment he finished speaking with his legal team, he grabbed his keys and raced out of his apartment. He needed to see Y/N, to make things right. His heart pounded as he drove to her place, his mind racing with thoughts of everything he wanted to say to her.
When he arrived at Y/Nâs apartment, he didnât hesitate. He knocked on the door, loud and urgent. "Y/N, itâs me, Lando. Please open the door."
There was no response, but he refused to give up. He knocked again, harder this time. "Y/N, please, I need to talk to you. Iâm not leaving until you let me in."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. Y/N stood there, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked exhausted, her face etched with pain and sadness.
"Lando, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He took a step closer, his heart breaking at the sight of her. "Y/N, please let me in. I need to talk to you."
She hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside, allowing him to enter. He closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath as he gathered his thoughts.
"Y/N, Iâm so sorry," he began, his voice filled with emotion. "I had no idea what you were going through. I didnât see the hate, the comments, any of it. If I had known, I would have done something sooner."
Tears welled up in her eyes again, but she remained silent, letting him continue.
"You are the most incredible person Iâve ever met," he said, his voice trembling. "You are strong, beautiful, and kind. Those people who wrote those horrible things about you donât know you at all. Theyâre just cowards hiding behind screens."
He took her hands in his, his eyes locked on hers. "You are perfect to me, Y/N. Every curve, every smile, every moment weâve shared. I love you more than words can say. And Iâm not going to let them win. Iâm fighting back. Iâve already spoken out, and Iâm suing the companies that published those hateful articles. Iâm doing everything I can to make this right."
Her tears began to flow again, but this time they were tears of relief and love. "Lando, I was so scared. I didnât want you to be dragged down by all the hate because of me."
He shook his head, his own eyes filling with tears. "You are worth everything to me, Y/N. I donât care about the hate. I care about you. Please, donât leave me. Weâre stronger together. We can get through this, I promise."
She let out a sob, her walls finally crumbling. "I love you so much, Lando. I was just so afraid."
He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. "I love you too, Y/N. More than anything. Weâre going to get through this together. Iâm never letting you go."
They stood there, wrapped in each otherâs embrace, their hearts beating in sync. Lando gently kissed her forehead, his love for her shining through his eyes. "Youâre my everything, Y/N. Weâll face the world together, and nothing will ever tear us apart again."
She clung to him, feeling the warmth and safety of his embrace. "Thank you, Lando. Iâm so sorry for everything."
He smiled softly, wiping away her tears. "You have nothing to be sorry for, love. Weâre a team, and weâll always be. Iâll protect you, Iâll stand by you, and Iâll love you with everything I have."
They shared a tender kiss, their love stronger than ever. As they held each other, they knew that no amount of hate could ever come between them. They had each other, and that was all they needed.
In that moment, all the pain and fear melted away, replaced by the warmth of their love and the strength of their bond. They were together, and together, they could conquer anything.
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karma - part six
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i shit you not, i woke up this morning and max was already here. why did i encourage charlie to sign with red bull? HE'S STILL HERE AND IT 4 IN THE AFTERNOON!!
they're being gross. i'm not cut out for the third-wheel life.
natalia leclerc SEB! TELL MAX HE CAN'T KEEP THIRD WHEELING ME AND CHARLES!
max verstappen NO SEB! TELL HER I CAN!
sebastian vettel this seems more like a kimi problem, does it not?
charles leclerc they already went to complain to him and he said, 'get out of my office.'
max verstappen then he said, 'go bother sebastian.'
natalia leclerc it's the most i've ever heard him speak.
sebastian vettel we had dinner the other day?
natalia leclerc i'm going for something here seb!
max verstappen soo seb, can i or can i not crash their dates?
charles leclerc this is not the sort of problem i thought we'd be having when i agreed to join red bull
max verstappen and what problems did you think we'd have charlie?
natalia leclerc ONLY I GET TO CALL HIM CHARLIE YOU KLOOTZAK!
natalia leclerc and he thought it would be inchident 2.0
sebastian vettel WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT WORD?
natalia leclerc max!
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user6 sometimes i can't tell if suki and charles actually hate each other or not. it's so confusing.
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Best Kept Secret
chapter twenty six : crucifixion
ao3 link âż series masterlist â© main masterlist â§
pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader
rating : 18+ mdni
word count : 12.7k
summary : judgement day.
warnings: major character death, above canon typical violence, very brief references to suicide, torture, body horror (briefly), feelings of despair, blood, wounds, general kodo grossness, vomit (reader vomits several times, it is never described in detail), language, angst, brief smut, pregnancy, death, reader is not doing well in this like she's at a breaking point, i may have missed some so feel free to let me know.
a/n: please read the warnings on this chap! it's the most serious of the bks updates, definitely a bit more intense than the rest. gonna work on getting 27 out within the next few day. i've been terrified of releasing this chapter since i started writing it so once i post this i'm going to dig a hole and sit in it and hide for a while lmao.
i changed my editing style so if there's spelling errors lmk!! apologies in advance!!
âMy room is too big.âÂ
He bursts into genuine peals of laughter and you gently smack his arm.
âDonât laugh, itâs a serious issue! My room is enormous.â Youâre giggling along with him now, itâs the hardest youâve ever heard him laugh. You both just laugh for a few minutes, as if each other's company is the most amusing thing in the world.Â
Once your giggles fizzle out you wait another moment before breaking the silence.Â
âWhere did you grow up?â You canât see him but you can sense where he sits in the darkness, you crawl forward so youâre sitting between his legs, your own legs wrap around his waist. âIâm just curious.âÂ
âAq Vetina.â You canât recall anything about the planet. You arenât even sure youâve heard of it.Â
âDo you remember your parents well? You donât talk about them very much.â You put your hands on his shoulders, ever so slowly moving them up to his neck until youâre cupping his face.Â
âIâll never forget them.â He whispers.Â
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât be. We canât change the past.â You rub your nose against his, bumping them together as you hum and nod. âMy mother loved ships. We didnât travel, we never had a reason to, but she would take me outside and weâd watch ships fly past. I could never comprehend how she knew the name for all of them, it blew my mind.â You wrap your arms around his neck, staying silent in hopes that heâll continue, he so rarely speaks so much. âMy father worked a lot but he always made time for us, he was always home in time to say goodnight to me. He was always around when I needed him, he always provided for us. On his day off heâd spend the whole day cooking, Iâd sit on the kitchen counter and tell him what my mother and I had done that week. When sheâd come home weâd all eat dinner together.âÂ
âYou sound like you were a happy child.â You canât help but smile.Â
âI never had reason to be otherwise.â He says it so matter of factly that you donât doubt it for a second. He was loved. It only makes you smile wider.        Â
âWhat were you like, as a child?â
âWell behaved.â You immediately begin laughing once more.Â
âI find that hard to believe.â
âBelieve it. My mother homeschooled me, she always made sure I had manners. I wasnât particularly athletic or talkative so I didnât play with other kids a lot. It was just me and mama.â He sounds far away, it makes you want to hold him close and never let him go.
âSo what did you do all day?â Your tone has softened significantly.Â
âI would sew.âÂ
âBe serious.â Heâs the one who laughs now at the disbelief in your voice.
âI am! I would sit with my mother after my lessons and weâd sew.â His fingertips dance along the back of your neck as he reminisces.Â
âWhat kinds of things?â You donât tease. When you really think about it you suppose such a hobby is fitting for him. A task that requires precision and care.Â
âI would help her make clothes and blankets that she would sell most days. On the weekends sheâd let me do whatever I wanted so I would practice my embroidery.âÂ
âMy heart is actually about to explode out of my chest, youâre so cute.â You put on a mocking tone but the thought of such a thing really does make your heart clench. âLittle Din Djarin stitching his name into his clothes.â
âYouâre a cruel woman.â He leans forward, knocking his forehead against yours, almost as if he were reprimanding you.Â
âWhat sorts of things would you embroider?â Your tone goes back to genuine, you could listen to him talk about himself for days and youâd never get bored.Â
âWhatever my mother wanted. I would ask her what I should do and then Iâd stitch it onto her blanket or the hem of her skirt. Mostly flowers, she loved daisies.â Youâre pretty sure one of your ovaries literally popped at the thought of a little boy with dark curls and big brown eyes sitting beside his mother and embroidering a daisy onto her skirt. Your heart flutters a bit as you think of the necklace he got you. The silver outline of a flower you now realize is a daisy. âIf he was ever gone for more than one night for work my father would bring her daisies, one for each day he was away.â
âDo you still know how?â
âI used to fix Groguâs clothes when he ripped them but I havenât done much else since I was a boy. He says it with finality but you carry on, not wanting him to stop talking.Â
âWhat were their names? Your parents?â
âClara and Arin Djarin.â Â
âThose are pretty names.â
âWhat was it like for you? You said you had seven siblings right?â
âEight actually.â You think of them now. There were eight of you and your parents' love for all of you combined wasnât even a tenth of how much Dinâs parents loved him.Â
âDo you like having a big family?â He lifts you off of his lap, laying you back down as he crawls on top of you, laying against your chest.Â
âI love it. I miss my siblings everyday, do you think weâll be able to visit them someday?â
âIf itâs safe to, of course we will.â He tilts his head, if you werenât in darkness heâd be looking at you.Â
âI wish they had visited here. They would have loved you.â
âYou think?â
âAre you kidding me? The younger ones would adore you.â You tangle your finger in his hair, scratching his scalp. âKids just naturally like you.âÂ
âThey just havenât learned to fear me.â You frown when he says it like a fact.
âI think itâs more than that.â
âYeah?â The hopeful tilt to his voice has you leaning down to press a kiss into his hair.Â
âKids are intuitive, they can sense that youâre a good person.â He tenses up as you tell him heâs a good person. You know exactly what heâs thinking about now, how he punched your husband and then refused to leave.Â
Neither one of you wants to talk about that though, not today.Â
âWhat kind of room would you want? Since your current room isnât to your liking.â Heâs quick to change the subject and you let him.
âIn all honesty, I like the cabin, I wish we could just live there.â You run your fingers through his curls as you think about it, gently pulling through any tangles.
âMy cabin?â His voice is full of uncertainty as he pulls back a bit.
âItâs nice.â You feel a bit defensive, you consider the cabin to be the closest thing you have to a home. âCan you imagine getting to stay on Naboo? We could spend our mornings walking the market.â You rest your hand on the back of his neck now. âWe could get jobs in the city, and then at night weâd come home.âÂ
âTo the cabin?â He still sounds rather skeptical of your hypothetical future.Â
âIâd cook dinner, youâd do the chores.â
âThe cabinâs a bit small for us.âÂ
âWeâd make it a bit bigger, add a few bedrooms, we donât need that much space.âÂ
âA few?â He turns his head, his lips brush against your collar briefly as he kisses you there, freezing up when you speak again.Â
âAt least two, one for us and then some for any little Djarinâs who might need space.â With that he sits up entirely, his legs straddle your stomach.
âLittle Djarinâs?â
âAnd Grogu, he would come live with us as well.âÂ
âYouâd want him to live with us?â
âOf course, heâs a little Djarin.â Your hands rest on his thighs now as he seemingly ponders above you. He hums to himself in silence for a moment and you canât help but grin at how seriously heâs taking all of this.Â
âHow many?â He finally speaks again and you laugh at the bluntness of his question.Â
âKids?â
âHow many would you want?â
âYou go first.â You havenât ever talked about this sort of thing so you want to gauge his answer first so you donât scare him too much with all the kids talk.Â
âMaybe five? Or six.â
âSix?â Your voice pitches up immediately and you feel a rumble in his chest as he laughs.Â
âOr five.â
âHow about two, counting Grogu.â Turns out you didnât need to worry about scaring him off.Â
âHow about three?â Three is manageable.Â
âCounting Grogu?âÂ
âCounting Grogu.â He seems satisfied with that.Â
âI suppose we could have three, youâre the one who has to build all the extra bedrooms.âÂ
âI donât mind.â
âIâd work at the library and youâd work in a shipyard, weâd take turns staying home with the kids.â You pull him back to you, taking his hands and dragging him to lay his head on your chest once more.
âIâve got enough savings, neither one of us has to work if youâd like.â It sends a twinge of pain to your heart how real this conversation has become, knowing that this exact dream isnât possible.Â
You could always make parts of it real.
Someday.Â
âIâd want to work, to get out of the house, but you could stay home if youâd like.â
âWhen theyâre still ikâaad, at least for the first few years Iâd want to be with them.â Heâs going to be a wonderful father.Â
âThen Iâd work, not long hours, just enough to get me out of the house, when I come home Iâd give you a break, you could do the shopping and Iâd watch the littleâs.âÂ
âWeâd go as a family, I wouldnât want âa break.ââÂ
âYouâd want to wrangle three kids in the markets?â You scoff in disbelief but he continues to sound completely serious.Â
âTheyâd be well behaved.â You seriously doubt that.Â
âWhat about either one of us makes you think our children will be well behaved? Is Grogu well behaved?âÂ
âWeâll manage.â
âTheyâll be wild.â They will, not they would.Â
âAnd smart.â He sits up again, hovering above you to give you a quick kiss.Â
âAnd happy.â There isnât a doubt in your mind that your children would be happy with Din as their father.Â
âYouâd really want to live here? I could build us a house anywhere.â
âI like Naboo, at least everything outside of the castle. I donât even mind the castle, I just donât care for the people inside it.â Itâs true, somewhere along the way this place grew on you immensely. You love the city and the people in it. âAnd theyâd get to play in the garden.âÂ
âI would build you a cabin anywhere you wanted, and Iâd plant you a new garden.â He kisses along your cheeks and forehead as he speaks.Â
âYou wouldnât need to plant me a garden if we lived here.â You insist.Â
âWe canât live here, meshâla.â He rubs a small circle with his thumb against your cheek. âThis is too serious now, weâre supposed to be relaxed today.â
âWhen did we agree on that?â You muster up a weak laugh.Â
âIt was a silent mutual agreement.â
âIâm plenty relaxed.â You mumble. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his stubble tickling you as you let out an airy giggle.Â
âIâm actually very tense and I think we should take a break from all this talking and take care of that.â He mumbles against your shoulder.
âOh?â
âMhmm.â He emphasizes his point by pressing his erection against your hip, you hadnât even realized that this is where he was going with that.Â
âHow long have you been waiting to jump me?â
âWhen we started talking about the five kids I was gonna put in you.â He continues to nip at your neck and shoulders as he speaks.Â
âSkipping the agreed upon three and going straight to five already? Youâre not even going to attempt to negotiate for four?âÂ
âSo youâre open to four?â He pulls back and you can hear his smile.Â
âLetâs start with one and go from there.â
âRight now?â His hips stutter down a bit against yours.Â
âMaker, youâre insatiable.â You both burst into another fit of laughter.Â
âWhatâs the worst thing that could happen?â
âI could get pregnant, and considering the lack of sex Iâve had with my husband Iâm sure that might raise a few eyebrows.âÂ
âIt would never get to that point, when weâre in the clear with this whole Kodo mess Iâm getting you out of here.â
âLike⊠actually leaving Naboo?âÂ
âExactly like that. Iâm gonna take you far away from here when this is over, gonna keep you all for myself.â His hands move down, giving your hips a squeeze.Â
âIâm already yours.â You laughed, rolling over to be on top of him. Heâs right, if youâre going to leave anyway then whatâs the worst thing that could happen?Â
You never talked about that night after that.Â
When everything sorted itself out you realized how crazy your fear had made you. You couldnât just leave. At least thatâs what youâd told yourself, now you feel like an idiot for not holding him to his words. It wasnât realistic, you both knew actually leaving would take so much more preparation than a few whispered ideas during a time where neither one of you was in any position to be making such promises.Â
It was just talk.
Lysa came to get you from the dining room.Â
After everyone left you had no motivation to move, you just stood there, frozen in time. After a few hours she found you, she had taken your hand and walked you back to your chambers. She held your hand, she kept you upright when you threatened to crumble. And when you felt a wave of nausea ripple through you she rushed you to the fresher, a hand on your back as you threw up all over again.Â
You sat breathlessly on the tile, Lysa rubbing your back.
âGods, Iâve been nauseous since the wedding. Even before everything fell apart.â Itâs the first words youâve spoken since they took Din, your stomach is still churning. âThis has never happened before.â You groan, youâve had many moments of upset throughout your life, but none that made you physically ill. Lysa looks almost painfully worried.Â
âMaâam⊠is there a chance you might beâŠâÂ
Kriff.
You never talked about that night after that.Â
Maybe you should have.Â
You both did a lot of things during those days. You had been so angry, and he had done everything in his power to ease that anger, to keep both of you as happy as someone could be in your situation.Â
You shouldnât have used that as an excuse to be reckless.Â
âIâd like to go to bed.âÂ
âOf course.â She helps you to your feet, walking you back to your room, you turn to her one last time before you close the door.Â
âIâm sorry. Elaine never should have gotten involved in all this.â Youâd trade places with her in a heartbeat if you could.Â
âItâs not your fault.â She truly seems to believe that.Â
Except it is. Elaine never would have found herself in this situation if she hadnât so often been helping the two of you keep your secret.Â
âGoodnight, Lysa.âÂ
âGoodnight, princess.âÂ
You lay on the bed, unable to bring yourself to sleep in the closet.Â
Itâs cold. Colder than Hoth, as you stare at the ceiling in your far too big bed in your far too big room. Even bigger now that itâs just you.Â
You let your hand roam down your torso to rest on your stomach.
Just you, hopefully.Â
â
Youâre now having nightly dinners with Kodo.Â
You donât get any respite from him, you just want to stay in bed. Youâre nauseous and tired and your head hasnât stopped spinning since that night. A million thoughts a minute.Â
Where is he?
Is he okay?
What the fuck can I do about it?
Mostly that.Â
The worst part is your lack of a plan. If the roles were reversed Din would have already rescued you and youâd be living happily ever after.Â
But that isnât how your story is going. Instead you are alone, with no scheme on how to get to him. Itâs only been three days but itâs driving you insane, you have never known such hopelessness, itâs maddening. To sit alone in your room all day, staring at the ceiling until Lysa comes to dress you for dinner. Neither one of you ever speaks, afterall, what would you say to each other?
âIâm sorry the love of your life had been sentenced to die?â
How morbid.Â
Not that youâre above being morbid.Â
You think about it often. How easy it would be to drive your dinner knife into Kodoâs throat. Youâre seated beside him now at dinner, both of you at the head of the table, joined by the rest of his family.Â
The thought of killing him is the only thing that brings you peace these days. Youâve never once in your life been violent until now. Din is good. Heâs a good man. In every way he is the opposite of your husband yet Din is the one locked away, Maker knows where, while Kodo is being rewarded.Â
It doesnât make you mad, it makes you furious.Â
It makes you want to poison his wine.Â
But you donât have poison.Â
And you canât put yourself in danger. Because you feel fundamentally different, and even if you refuse to think that such a thing is possible you know you wouldnât just be putting yourself in danger. Thereâs more at stake now.Â
Thatâs what you tell yourself to stay calm, a feat that is getting harder by the minute as youâre sat beside Kodo who is currently bragging about how he defeated a Mandalorian.Â
âThey arenât as strong as you think they are. Under the armor theyâre weak, pathetic.âÂ
It took six battle droids to keep him down. You didnât even get near him.Â
âSome people just need to be taught a lesson, donât touch what isnât yours.â He sneers and the rest of the table erupts into laughter. âI certainly taught that horned bitch a lesson as well, you all should have seen what they brought me last night.âÂ
You perk up, this is the only thing theyâve said in days that truly matters to you. Youâve heard nothing about the current state of either of them until now.Â
âWhat did they do to Elaine?â Everyoneâs head turns to you, all their expressions look as if youâve announced something treasonous but Kodo smiles as if he were explaining something to a child.Â
âShe was properly punished, the way someone who observed such a crime with no intervention should be.â He puts his hand over yours when he says it.Â
You donât ask for any follow up.Â
You donât think you could stomach it, so you stay silent for the rest of your meal. When youâre finished you stand, the rest of the table is starting to pour more drinks but you simply lean down, mumbling something about being tired before giving Kodo a quick kiss on the cheek and dismissing yourself.Â
Youâre waiting for the night where he joins you in your chambers, after all his father is dead, but it has yet to happen. He had told you that once he was king he would be in need of heirs but he seems happy enough with his pleasure houses and youâre more than grateful for the women you entertain him so you donât have to.Â
So you return to your chambers alone, peeling off your gown before burying yourself under the covers.Â
Sleep evades you as you toss and turn. You arenât even tired, thereâs too much going on in your mind, thereâs no room for exhaustion. After about an hour you manage to drift in and out of unconsciousness, earning a brief reprieve from your anxieties until a sharp knocking has you jolting upright.Â
You don your robe, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you rush to the door, youâre too tired to wonder who might even be bothering you at such an hour as you pull the door open.Â
Lysa?
âWe have to hurry, maâam.â She grabs your arm, frantically tugging you into the hall.Â
âLysa? What are you doing? Are you okay?âÂ
âI am fine, but we donât have much time.â
âSurely you have enough to tell me where we are going.âÂ
âDo you want to see him or not?âÂ
Din.
You nod, taking her hand as he rushes onward, stopping at each hall to peer around the corners until you make your way to a servants stairwell, skipping several steps in your descent until you run out of stairs. Youâve never been down here, you didnât even know there were dungeons until recently.Â
It makes your stomach twist in knots the moment you stare into the darkness.Â
âAre there no guards?â You whisper, squeezing her hand.
âNot for the next hour, Iâve made sure of it.â She begins walking down the poorly lit corridor, pulling you along behind her.Â
The stone floor is damp and it smells of mildew. Your bare feet are already freezing after just a few steps.
Every cell you pass is lit from the outside with a hanging lantern, theyâre mostly empty, but you catch glimpses of movement out of the corner of your eye every now and then. In all honesty youâre doing your best to take in as little as possible, you donât want to think about Din being down here in such a place, but thereâs one element you canât ignore.Â
The wailing.Â
Someone is weeping, a low, sorrowful song filling the vast maze of halls and you realize quickly youâre heading in its direction, Lysa tenses beside you as you continue on. Youâre about to turn one more corner when she abruptly stops, turning to face you.
âHe needs to eat.â She removes a fistful of rations from her apron pocket, shoving them into your hands.Â
âHe hasnât?â Heâs been down here for three days.Â
âHe wonât⊠let me.â You pause, cocking your head to the side and she gives you an apologetic look when she turns. âHe wonât let me uncover his face.â
Oh.Â
âIâll feed him.â You nod slowly, tucking them into your own pockets before turning the corner. The contents of the cell immediately on your right have you stumbling backwards but Lysa is not swayed, pulling a key from her pocket, unlocking the door quickly before handing it to you.Â
âHeâs two cells down, on your right.â She doesnât look at you as she rushes in, pulling a roll of bandages from her dress. âShh⊠itâs okay, Iâm here.â Her voice goes soft as she kneels beside Elaine. You canât help it as you step into the entryway of the cell.Â
Well, youâve found the source of the wailing.Â
Sheâs sat on a cot, curled in on herself as Lysa carefully peels back a series of soiled bandages from her face.Â
âIâve got you, itâs just me.â She continues to make an attempt to sooth a rather hysterical Elaine as she peels back the final layer of bandages and your stomach flips. âYouâre okay, love, I need to change these.â You donât know how Lysa is so calm, even in the darkness you can see the extent of her wounds. Now you know what they brought Kodo last night. Â
Both eyes.Â
âShe was properly punished, the way someone who observed such a crime with no intervention should be.âÂ
Oh gods.Â
Youâre worried you may collapse as you watch Lysa tend to her with no hesitation, cleaning them with a careful hand before she begins to redress them. You canât bear to watch any longer as Elaine begins sobbing once more. You try desperately to force the sight of your mutilated friend from your mind as you count down two more cells before quickly fumbling for the lock, letting it hit the floor as you take the lantern outside the door off its hook, bringing it into the dark room.Â
It isnât like Elaineâs cell.Â
Thereâs no bed or interior light, itâs terribly dark and fetid, his cell running deeper than herâs. It takes a few steps for you to finally illuminate the room enough to see him.Â
Maker.Â
What have they done to your Din?Â
You donât hear Elaine anymore, there isn't a single thing that could distract you from the scene in front of you. There is nothing but the sight of your karâta. Thereâs too much for you to worry about, you donât even know where to start, youâre frozen in place, a small part of your brain refuses to recognize the man before you as Din at all. He shouldnât look like this.Â
Armorless.Â
Theyâve stripped him of any clothing you recognize, the thought alone makes you nearly lose your dinner.Â
They took his helmet, replacing it with a linen sack. Â
Did they see his face?
You briefly have to shut your eyes, taking a deep breath as you take in the rest of him. His clothes are too thin, he must be freezing, theyâve dressed him in a cotton tunic and trousers that end just below the knee. You can see just how beaten and bruised he is. Unlike Elaine heâs in chains, kneeling on the floor with his hands shackled, taut above his head. You swallow the lump in your throat and finally crouch down in front of him, setting the lantern down beside you as you reach out to place a hand on his chest.
âDinâŠâ Your voice cracks and the moment you come in contact with him he flinches back. Suddenly you know how Lysa held it together so well with Elaine, she just had to. You canât fall apart, who would care for him now if you did? âItâs me, just me. Just me.â You whisper and place a hand over his heart but withdraw it quickly when he trembles under your touch. You ache at the sight of it but more than anything youâre confused, it only takes a moment for you to realize the issue.Â
He doesnât have his helmet. Theyâve not only left him here blind, but deaf, of course any touch would frighten him.Â
He assumes you're here to harm him.Â
You lean in, careful not to come in contact with him as you speak clearly and loudly.Â
âDin?â His trembling stops instantly. You find it a bit troublesome how much worse his hearing seems to have gotten in such a short time, youâre half tempted to reach under the bag to make sure he still has his ears.Â
âSarad?â Oh, Din. His voice is terribly small and it sends you forward, wrapping your arms around him as you pull him into an unreciprocated embrace.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry.â You make sure to speak loud enough for him before pulling back, placing your hands against the fabric covering his face.Â
âAre you okay?â He coughs a bit as he asks and you almost laugh at how ridiculous the question is considering the state heâs in. Are you okay?Â
Technically no.Â
But far better than heâs doing.Â
âIâm perfectly fine, what can I do for you? Are you hurting?â You feel his face through the bag as you look down across his body. It doesnât look like thereâs been any permanent damage outside of a pretty nasty cut on one of his legs.Â
âDonât worry about me.â
âNowâs not the time to play the hero, Din.â He flinches a little and you calm your tone immediately. What the hell did they do to him? âJust let me help.â
âHowâd you get down here?âÂ
âLysa, she says you arenât eating.âÂ
âSheâd have to lift my- the bag to do it.â He sounds apologetic, as if you could ever fault him for following his creed.Â
âItâs okay⊠may I?â You bring your hands to the hem of the bag but his head turns sharply.
âI- I donât want you to look.âÂ
You have no response. Heâs always wanted you to look.Â
âI just, I donât think you wanna see the condition Iâm in. I donât want your only memories of my face to be this.â He whispers when you donât respond.
You should have looked when he asked you to. You should have done a lot of things differently.Â
You shouldnât have waited so long to look.Â
You shouldn't have waited so long to tell him you loved him.Â
You should have just let yourself love him. Why did you fight it for so long? It seems silly now. If you could do it all again you would have just taken his helmet off the first night you met him and you would have married him right then and there. You would have left Naboo that night.
And you would never keep any of it from him. You would tell him how important he is and how loved he is, you wouldnât make him wait.Â
Even now you canât help it though, censoring yourself out of fear. Do you tell him about how nauseous you get every morning? About the way Lysa stares at your belly when she does your makeup?Â
No.Â
It wouldnât do either of you any good, not when heâs in this situation.Â
You take hold of the edges of the bag once more, gentler this time.Â
âIâll close my eyes.â You lift the fabric completely off of him, setting it in your lap as you simultaneously shut your eyes. You keep one hand on his face, using your thumb to find the corner of his mouth as your other hand fumbles to open a ration bar. You feel him part his lips as you feed him. Heâs barely chewing, eating quickly and swallowing most of it whole. âHave they fed you at all?â You whisper as he finishes the first bar in a matter of seconds, his teeth lightly scraping against your fingers before you withdraw them, tearing open another bar.
âNo.â His voice is still soft as you go to feed him once more, opening each package until heâs eaten them all.Â
âAre you still hungry? I could see if Lysa has more.âÂ
âIâm okay.â You let your head fall forward, resting your forehead on his.Â
âWhat else can I do for you?âÂ
âNothing. Being here is enough.âÂ
If you had felt helpless before it was nothing compared to this. This is more than helplessness, itâs despair.Â
âIâm sorry.â You pull yourself further into his lap, wrapping your arms around him in the process.Â
âHey⊠none of this is your fault.â It certainly feels like it is. Why does he keep comforting you when heâs the one shivering and alone down here?Â
âPlease, there has to be something I can do to help you.âÂ
âThere is one thing.â You almost open your eyes, you're so relieved, you just want to ease his pain.Â
âAnything. Iâll do anything.âÂ
âI need you to promise me you wonât look.â
âWonât look?â Your eyes are already closed, you couldnât look any less if you tried.Â
âWhen they do it. I donât want you to see it- it wonât be pretty.â
When they separate his head from his body.Â
âI wonât.â You canât deny him this, youâll give him anything he wants. âDo you know how much I love you?â You whisper before leaning forward another inch to kiss him.Â
The question is genuine. It terrifies you to your core to think that he may not know just how much you love him.Â
âOf course sarad.â He murmurs against your lips until you let your head rest on his shoulder, fighting back tears.Â
What do you say now?
What do you say to a man condemned to death?Â
âI love you.â You mumble into the thin fabric of his tunic.Â
âI love you too.â After a moment more with him you hear metal jingling as Lysa locks Elaine's cell once more. You quickly pull back from him, pulling the bag back over his head, once you know he canât see you anymore the tears flow freely. Lysa steps into the cell and you remove your robe, wrapping it around him, immediately he begins to protest.Â
âMeshâla, you canât leave this here.â His voice is strained and it makes you sick to think he started crying once he was out of sight as well.Â
âPlease, y-youâre gonna freeze.â
âTheyâll know you were here, saradâika.âÂ
âDinâŠâ Youâre practically babbling as Lysa removes your robe from his shoulders, an apologetic look on her face as she grabs your arm.Â
âMaâam, Iâm sorry, but we need to go.â Tears sting your eyes as Lysa urges you to hurry but you donât want to leave him, you want to stay, no matter the consequence. You pull away from her, wrapping your arms around his torso.Â
âYou need to go.â His voice is urgent through the fabric as you cling to him tighter.Â
Would it be easier to just stay? Get caught and join him at the executioners? Youâre genuinely considering it when you feel your stomach churn once more and youâre reminded of the exact reason why you canât stay. Before you lose your nerve and shatter completely you lift the bag, just enough to give you an eyeful of his split lip and bruised jaw as you gently lean in and kiss him one more time.Â
Doing everything in your power to remember exactly what it feels like.
The curve of his lips and the shape of his chin, the overgrown stubble brushing against your skin as you press your face harder against his, desperation taking over as you taste salt on his lips. You hold him as long as you can, until you hear Lysa urging you to make haste once more.Â
âI love you.â You press your forehead to his through the fabric, feeling the familiar shape of his face against yours.Â
âIâll always be yours.âÂ
That was the last thing he was able to say before you let Lysa drag you out of the dungeons.Â
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Itâs like everythings suddenly back to the beginning.Â
You wake up alone, you go to bed alone, and you wander the castle alone.
There is no plotting or scheming to free Din.Â
Even if you were a trained killer or bounty hunter, it would be more than difficult to get him out of the dungeon and on a ship off Naboo. It would be even harder to do so when youâre one of the most recognizable people on the planet.Â
He is buried deep beneath the ground and there is nothing you can do about it.Â
After all, you're just a doll.Â
You donât know when it happened but all your clothes are blue again. Every dress Lysa fetches from the closet is a different shade of blue and all your nightgowns are the color of the sky. A personal brand put on you by Kodo. Itâs clearly more than just a preference now, itâs a reminder to you and everyone else that youâre his.Â
And time blends.Â
You know a date was set right around the time you visited him. One week until Kodoâs coronation and two until the execution. His first public event after being crowned king will be a death sentence, how fitting.Â
So you wake.Â
And you sleep.Â
And you walk.Â
Kodo never replaces Din and you havenât seen Leo since that night, so youâre completely alone. Itâs like heâs rubbing in the fact that youâre powerless. Thereâs no need for you to have a guard, you canât leave. If you tried youâd be escorted back in an instant.Â
You tried to convince Lysa to let you see him again last night.Â
âPlease, just a few minutes-â
âIâm sorry maâam, itâs just not possible. The only reason I was able to get you down there the first time was because the guard that usually lets me in was working nights, he wonât be working nights again until next month.â
Din wonât live to see next month.Â
âIs he eating?â
âHe wonât let me-â
âYou need to insist. Tell him I insist, and tell him youâll close your eyes.âÂ
She pins back a bit of your hair, leaving half up and half down. You both bask in the silence for a moment.
âIâll make sure he eats.â
âThank you.â
That had been the last conversation you had with Lysa.Â
She doesnât come to dress you in the morning. You think nothing of it and dress yourself in the gown sheâd laid out last night. Itâs a bit difficult, putting your coronation gown on on your own but eventually you manage, when youâre fully dressed in the obscenely decadent blue fabric you begin to worry.Â
You have no reason to assume that everything is fine. It would actually make sense for this to be a worst case scenario situation, everything else in your life is right now.Â
Youâre about to leave in search of her but you decide against it. Sitting at the vanity and doing your makeup as quickly as possible, the last thing you need to do right now is give Kodo a reason to be upset with you, you have to be presentable. You smear the shimmering blue eyeshadow across your lids before rushing out of your room.Â
The halls are full. Servants move quickly from room to room, cleaning every inch as you carefully push through the crowds, making a beeline towards the dining room.Â
Kodo is seething when you push open the large doors.Â
He stands at the end of the table, shoving an armored guard as the veins in his neck jut out in his rage.Â
âWhere could she have possibly gone? Sheâs blind. Youâre telling me some blind bitch outsmarted my entire guard?âÂ
Your heart flutters at the thought.
They escaped.
Your hope is shattered the moment Kodo begins speaking again.
âAt least we still have the Mandalorian⊠I want security tripled, guards stationed outside his cell at all times.â He continues grumbling for a moment until he realizes youâre there. âHappy coronation day dear wife! Iâm afraid weâve had a rough morning here, somehow in the night the Togruta girl escaped, do not fret, weâll find her.âÂ
God's you hope not.
Even if things are worse than ever regarding Din there is one flicker of light in that darkness. Lysa got Elaine out. Knowing that almost puts you at ease.
âHappy coronation day.â You actually manage a smile when you look at your husband, itâs weak but itâs genuine. You want to be mad that they didnât help Din escape but you just canât be. You know they most likely tried but if the roles had been reversed and you could only get one of them out you wouldnât hesitate.Â
So there is no animosity. Just a flicker of happiness for them.
They got out.
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You were under the impression that a coronation was a happy event. Yet when you step out onto the castle steps it seems to be quite the opposite.Â
They look miserable.Â
All of their faces are sullen and dejected. How shocking, no one is excited about Kodo being crowned king. He didnât have any of the outside of the castle decorated or made presentable in any way. No one reacts when Kodo reads from an ancient looking book until a crown is placed on his head.Â
A moment afterwards youâre instructed to kneel and a tiara is placed onto your head.Â
The audience is silent and you feel shame when you stare out at them.
Even if you donât have very much power you still feel as if youâve failed them. The feeling follows you when youâre directed to the dining hall with Kodo.
âI have a couple gifts for you, wife.â His twisted smile makes your stomach turn as you enter the dining hall, now decorated with blue and gray banners. Â
âA gift? You shouldnât have, my king, I- I didnât get you anything.â You feign remorse as you take a sip of the wine in front of you on instinct before spitting it back up into the cup.Â
âThatâs more than okay, youâre my gift, sweet wife, all mine.â The thought of such a thing makes you sick, you smile despite yourself.Â
âThatâs very kind.â Youâll only ever be Dinâs. No amount of blue fabric and faux smiles can change that. He snaps his fingers and a large box is brought to you by a servant, they set it directly in front of you on the table. You look at Kodo who nods, sitting back in his chair as you stand, the box is wrapped in checkered blue paper, a large bow adorning the top. Your hands tremble a bit as you take hold of the edges of the ribbon, tugging on them until the bow slips free, much to your surprise the entire box falls open, the sides collapsing giving you an immediate view of the contents.Â
The silver, shimmering contents.Â
Dinâs helmet.Â
Polished like new, it sits before you, and the room suddenly empties. Itâs as if you are completely alone, despite all the eyes that are most definitely pinned on you right now. Your hands continue to shake as your fingers wrap around the beskar steel, like you would when you held Dinâs face, lifting it to glare into the visor.Â
Empty.Â
You canât help but stare at your own emptiness reflected back at you.Â
You want to hold it close, press it to your forehead but youâre snapped back to reality by the grating sound of Kodoâs voice breaking you from your focus on the helm between your hands.Â
âThatâs only one of your presents, open the next one.â He hisses gleefully.Â
You set the helmet down, realizing there was another, much smaller box underneath it. Silently you scoop it up and cradle it in your hands. Itâs a larger than a ring box, it just barely fits in your palm as you ever so gently open it, swinging the top open as if it were a tiny treasure chest.             Â
Huh.
It takes a moment.
You arenât exactly sure what it is youâre looking at at first but when it registers your entire body tenses up, your grip tightening on the gift box.Â
Bloody and pink, a tongue.Â
Of course you know better than to assume Kodo would give you any old tongue. This is a special someoneâs tongue.Â
No, no, no, no, no.Â
You had loved his tongue before anything else.
He canât do this, he cannot do this to you.
You had fallen for his sharp wit first, it was what drew you into him. His sweet words had won you back, his declaration of devotion.
Now you hold all of that in the palm of your hand.Â
âWhat do we say?â His nasally voice breaks through your mental anguish.Â
No.
âCome on, where are your manners?â
Please.Â
âThank you.â Your whisper is nearly silent as you struggle to keep down the scream bubbling in your throat.
âWhat was that?âÂ
You clear your throat.Â
âThank you.âÂ
He makes you take it with you. You donât bother telling him you wonât be attending the coronation ball in a few minutes, itâs not like youâll be missed.Â
In one arm youâre cradling his helmet, in the other the little blue box.Â
You set each one down carefully onto the bed, even if itâs a bit demented these are the only parts of him you have left. You stare at the little box.Â
You have never been hateful.Â
Kodo made you into this. You are full of hate, for most things at this point. You hate your husband, you hate your room, and most of all you hate the little blue box on the bed.Â
And the music starts.Â
It must be deafening in the hall for you to hear it from your room but itâs there, loud and demanding of your attention.Â
Youâre moving before you even have a chance to think about it, in a few quick strides youâre standing beside the vanity, your hands gripping the top of the mirror as you pull it down in one swift motion, the contents spill everywhere and the glass shatters in an instant, shards splattering the floor but you take no time to process it.Â
You move on to the next thing.
You yank each drawer from the dresser, throwing them to the floor, clothes strewn about until itâs light enough for you to push the entire dresser over. In your frenzy you go about the room toppling every stupid fucking table over. So many fucking end tables in one room, and you throw everyone to the floor, trinkets and vases clattering to the ground as you destroy the room. You get a rush of adrenaline as you lift one of your nightstands and throw it against the wall leaving a small dent but more importantly the force of it makes anything hanging on the wall tumble to the floor, glass frames shatter.Â
Your chest heaves as you stare at the carnage. Â
And it isnât enough.
Your face is wet with tears and your hands with blood from cuts you didnât feel upon your skin as you tear open the closet door, the pile of blankets mock you from the floor, you grab them, your vision now blurry with tears as you pull them out of the closet, throwing them onto your bedroom floor. When you return to the closet youâre in a frenzy, you tear at the fabric before you, yanking each and every dress off their hangers, ripping what you can.
There is nothing else for you to do, so you destroy everything you can get your hands on until the only thing left untouched is your bed, left in pristine condition as you let out a small sob.Â
Maybe you are a hateful person now.Â
You feel as though you have every right to be at this point.Â
You step over the shard of glass, giving your bloody hands a glance before wiping them on your gown.
Happy coronation day.Â
You sit on the bed, your trembling fingers wrap around the helmet, now that youâre alone you waste no time to hold it against you face, until your body just gives up, too tired to stay awake anymore.
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A guard wakes you in the morning, knocking on your door, when you answer it they tell you Kodo requires your presence in his chambers.
You dress in a blue gown that you donât look too closely at. Stopping at the fresher on the way, rinsing the dried gore from your palms, wincing as you clean your wounds. None of which seem too deep.Â
You want to cut Kodoâs tongue out, to make him feel it. But you know that sort of thing would be an impossible task. So you daydream about it as you walk. Youâre more than displeased when you open the door and are greeted by Leodall. You hadnât seen him since that night and from the looks of it he wasnât expecting you. He swallows loudly when you step inside Kodoâs room.
Normally youâd be curious, youâd probably take a look around but your eyes refuse to focus on anything but Leo as you scowl at him.Â
âWhyâd you do it?â You donât hesitate to ask, you have no idea how quickly Kodo will be joining you.Â
He simply stares at you, shame apparent on his face.
âYou owe me an explanation at the very least.â You cross your arms in front of your chest as he clears his throat.Â
âI thought heâd reward me.â
You laugh. A harsh dry soundÂ
âWhat could he have possibly given you that you couldnât have just asked me for?â Your gaze never softens and youâre practically seeing red as you stare at him.
âI thought heâd give me a lordship.âÂ
You canât help it as another crisp and pained laugh slips past your lips.Â
âYou thought Kodo would raise your status? I thought you were supposed to be smart.â Is he an idiot? âHe doesnât see servants as people, if you wanted such a thing you could have asked me, maybe I could have done something.âÂ
A glimmer of something similar to hope flashes through his eyes.Â
âWould you- would you consider doing so now?â
âYou cannot be serious-â Your expression goes from fury to disbelief as you stand.Â
âIt seemed worth asking.â He puts his hands up defensively as you storm up to him, poking a finger into his face.Â
âYou slimy little weasel, it should be you on the chopping block, not him. If it were up to me Iâd have them put your head on a spike.â The words pour out of you like venom.Â
âI would be nicer to me if I were you.â He sneers and your incredulity only grows. You canât help it, you scoff in his face.Â
âI would rather die.â A part of you really means it.Â
âYou might if you arenât careful, I saved your life by letting Elaine and your Mandalorian take the fall, I could have told the king that you were a willing participant. I saw the two of you together, I read your little rules. He never forced himself on you. I wonder what Kodo might think about that.â You arenât a fighter, youâve never so much as thrown a punch in your life but you grab him by the collar of his shirt and slam him into the wall, the back of his head hits the stone and you donât feel an ounce of remorse as you do so.Â
âDo it.â You tilt your head to the side, almost as if youâre taunting him. âTell him.â Any of the confidence he briefly had is gone in an instant. âThe moment you do Iâll tell him that youâre covering your tracks, and that you made a pass at me. I wonder how Kodo would reward you for trying to touch whatâs his?â Leoâs head turns as you both hear Kodoâs piercing voice in the hall. You release your grip on his shirt, brushing off your gown as you turn towards the door. Kodo and three others make their way into the room as Leo coughs behind you.Â
âDear wife, I have another gift for you.â He takes a step to the side, gesturing at a line of three people you donât give so much as a glance. He doesnât even seem to notice the obvious tension in the room. âA new staff!â
âI donât need a new staff, Iâm fine on my own.â You abandon the pleasantries. Youâre in such a state of upset right now, what's the point?Â
âYouâre the queen now, staff is required. These three will replace the ones you've lost in a week, until then Leodall will be training them intensively to tend to your every need. Two guards will also be assigned to you but I promise they will be much less loathsome than your Mandalorian.â
All five of them will be trained to keep an eye on you. To report back to Kodo, after everything with Din you should have known heâd keep you on a shorter leash.Â
You barely look at them.Â
You hate them.Â
You shouldnât, theyâve done nothing wrong, but you hate them.Â
You give each one a quick up and down, naming them in your mind.Â
A BD-3000 droid commands the most authority just based on how she stands so you mentally note her as Elaine's replacement. Youâll call her new Elaine.Â
New Lysa is a pasty young blonde woman with rosy cheeks. You truly wonder how well informed she has been on your circumstance. Sheâs smiling from ear to ear and seemingly couldnât be happier to be here.Â
And new Leo is somehow even more nervous looking than actual Leo, practically shaking like a leaf at the sight of you. The bags under his eyes are worse than your own. A lanky thing with messy brown hair.Â
Thereâs no reason for you to fight this, Kodo always gets his way so why bother. So you nod. You donât pretend to be grateful this time, instead you shove your way past all of them, content to return to your room and never leave.Â
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The morning of the execution comes before youâre ready for it.Â
Of course you didnât sleep last night, how could you?
You dress yourself, apparently your new staff isnât starting until tomorrow, not that you mind another day to yourself. You manage to find something that isnât blue, a gray dress trimmed with gold, the closest thing youâll find to funeral attire. No one else will dress with any respect for him but they canât stop you. Your vanity is destroyed so you donât bother with your hair or your makeup, you simply donât care enough.Â
For the most part you feel nothing when you open the door, only emptiness until you look down.Â
Someone left you a small vase of flowers.Â
You pick them up, taking a closer look but your heart skips a beat when you do so.
Daisies.Â
After a few short breaths you throw the vase into the wall across from your door, tiny shards of porcelain fly everywhere as two servants at the end of the hall give you a look of horror. Your shoes crunch over the remains of it as you make your way down the hall and to the entryway of the castle.Â
Kodo insists that the two of you get to see him first.Â
Youâre sweating wildly out on the steps as you wait.
Long before youâre ready for it they bring him out.Â
A shivering skeleton of a man with a linen bag over his head, immediately bile rises in your throat. Kodo is grinning ear to ear when his legs are kicked out from under him and heâs forced to kneel.
Kodo himself reaches forward and tears the bag off, too excited for any decorum or finesse.Â
You gasp as you stare down at the broken man before you.
In all honesty he isnât at all what you envisioned.Â
His eyes verge on being hazel; they're such a light brown. Youâd always pictured them to be nearly black. It doesnât matter what color they are though, when you see the tears forming in his lash line you flinch, clutching the ring on your necklace to silently let him know silently just how much he means to you.Â
Heâs a mess.Â
You donât like looking at what those weeks in the dungeons did to him and the last thing you need to do right now is empty your stomach on the palace steps.Â
Heâs too thin. Far, far, too thin, itâs like his entire being has shrunk down. Heâs hollow.
Your breath hitches when Kodo grabs a fistful of his dark hair, forcing him to turn and stare at the crowd. They must have cut it while he was down there itâs a mess, jagged edges and shorter than youâre used to.Â
âThis man has committed an act of treason against the crown.â His voice is loud and booming as the city goes quiet. âFor such a crime he shall face the proper punishment.â He yanks him downawards, you watch in horror as Dinâs head hits the stone, an incoherent mess of sounds pour from his bloody mouth and you have to look away.Â
He didnât want you to look.
You remind yourself to try and calm your breathing. You can hear the scuffle as they drag him to the guillotine, placing his neck into the wooden divot, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest as you turn to look. His eyes are everywhere but on you as he looks at the people around him, desperately pleading for his life. Not a single person so much as glances at him, afterall, itâs just nonsense, no one can understand him without a tongue.Â
You canât stand it, you almost cover your ears but you manage to resist as Kodo puts an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.Â
âYouâre welcome, sweet wife.â He whispers, his breath hot and wet against your ear.Â
Fuck it.Â
You donât suppress the shudder in your spine as you shoot him a look of disgust. In a matter of moments everything you care about will be gone, why pretend any longer.
A bellowing chime plays from a nearby clock tower and you know itâs time, you straighten up as you stare at the guillotine in abject horror.Â
This is it.Â
Your chest rises and falls in sharp short bursts as everyone prepares themselves, a hush forming among the crowd on the street.Â
And it begins, a chain reaction that you cannot stop now that the executioner has his ax raised above his head.
You had expected more. More time.
A part of you thought that time would slow, that youâd have a chance to stop it.Â
But no.Â
There is no epic fairy tale moment where the sun glimmers off of the blade and the executioner raises his ax, giving you this perfect moment to run to him, to shield him from the inevitable, to beg them to take you with him.Â
That moment never comes.Â
You barely have enough time to close your eyes like you promised him. In one unbroken motion the rope is cut, the blade falls and boom.Â
Just like that, heâs gone.Â
When you hear the metal slicing through the air you squeeze your eyes shut, hearing only the wet crunch as it cuts through flesh and bone. A soft, squishy thud when his head hits the stone.Â
In fashion with your decision to no longer hide your disgust from Kodo you vomit. Bending down you puke onto the stones, spraying your own, and Kodoâs feet. The triumphant smile on his face vanishes as he realizes whatâs happened. You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand, refusing to look at Dinâs limp body as you give Kodo one last look of detestation before turning around and running back into the castle, not caring what anyone thinks anymore.
The moment youâre inside the reality of it all settles in as you feel tears falling wildly as you run up the steps to your room.
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You have been good, and kind, and in return the maker rewarded you by killing the love of your life.Â
So when you stand in the center of your demolished room you do the only thing your body can do at this point.Â
You scream.Â
From deep within your stomach, you scream, loud and raw.Â
If anything was left unbroken in your room youâd be throwing it at the wall. But thereâs nothing so you scream.Â
You shriek.
You howl.Â
And you wail.
You scream until there is no more noise. Your voice, like the rest of you, gives up.Â
You arenât sure how late it is when you finally stop. Youâre tired and itâs dark outside and your throat is raw.Â
And you lay on the floor. Because the bed is too big, and too cold, and the closet is so empty. So the only place left to sleep is there. You lay on the floor with no more tears to cry and no more sounds to scream as you stare at your bed, only from this angle can you see a rectangular shape under your bed frame.Â
You wipe your nose with a stray piece of fabric before slowly crawling over to it, you sit on the floor and when you retrieve the item a brand new lump forms in your throat as you stare down at the box Din had bought all those days ago at the market.Â
Your failsafe.Â
With quivering hands you open it, staring into the small space containing a mess of items but what catches your eye is a piece of folded paper with your name on it. You take it between your fingers, opening it, careful to not let your tears fall onto it.Â
Saradâika,
If youâre reading this then Iâm afraid things arenât going all that well for me. There are plenty of possible reasons as to why Iâm no longer with you, but whatâs important is that I plan on doing everything in my power to get back to you. There is only one thing in the galaxy that could keep me from your side, and if that is my fate then this box will ensure youâre taken care of.Â
The most important thing is for you to get off this planet. I have included a few possible plans for you, do what you have to to survive. Elaine will help you escape.Â
You can seek out Greef Karga on Nevarro. Tell him Din Djarin sent you, tell him whatâs happened and he will see to it that you are cared for. Explain our circumstances and I am certain he will provide you with safe lodging.Â
Tatooine is also an option. Youâll find a Mandalorian there by the name of Boba Fett, he will not turn you away. You will be protected there, if you need to relocate for some reason after that he will help you locate the Mandalorian convert. Show the Mandalorians your ring and you will be cared for the rest of your life, the convert will protect you.Â
As an absolute last resort there is a planet located in the Outer Ring called Ossus. There is a school there, taught by a man named Luke Skywalker. I doubt he would be eager to take you in but you must insist. Bring the chainmail, theyâll know who sent you. Take care of each other.Â
In this box you will find enough credits to get you off planet and take care of you for several months, a year if youâre frugal, I suggest you take a few jewelry pieces to pawn off for extra credits as well. You will find a small chainmail shirt, and a necklace of mine.Â
And lastly you will find your vibroblade.Â
Protect yourself. Youâre strong, and more than capable of doing so.
I have one request for you, please, I will only ask this one thing of you.Â
Be smart.Â
You are the smartest and kindest person I have ever had the honor of knowing. Be smart, take care of yourself. If the roles were reversed I know that I would go to extremes to either get you back, or find justice for you. And all I can do is ask that you do not attempt any such thing, the only thing I would ever want for you is safety and happiness.Â
So seek those things out.Â
Be safe. Be happy.  Â
I was lucky to know you, and even luckier to be yours.Â
an ner kar'taylir darasuum,Â
Din
All my love.Â
You flip the paper over, desperate for more, more Din, but all you find is scrawled coordinates to each location. Your fingers sift through the items, everything he promised is found inside but you latch onto the blade. Laying back down on the floor you clutch it between your fingers as you think of Din.
Din, who was yours.
Din, who they took from you.
Who Kodo, took from you.Â
And your grip on the knife tightens.Â
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Two guards stand outside your door round the clock now.Â
They never follow you or come into your room but theyâre there, silently watching as you direct all your anger at your new staff. As promised Leo trained them to be as persistent and infuriating as he was.Â
When the two new girls come to fetch you in the morning you canât help it when you scream at them to leave you alone and to stop trying to clean the ever growing mess of things.Â
It doesnât matter that it isnât their fault, you canât stand the sight of anyone.Â
All three of them try. New Elaine and Lysa show up three times a day, trying to dress you and squeeze their way past you into the room but after enough shrieking they always leave you be.Â
New Leo usually tries once or twice a day, you donât even look at him. You always stare at the floor, when he tries to speak you give him the same treatment as the girls, screaming at him and slamming the door.Â
Why should you let them in? You know what they are. Theyâre here to spy on you, to be Kodoâs eyes while heâs busy being king. Theyâre easy to evade. When you leave to fetch yourself food or a book from the library you easily outrun them. The two girls are worse at navigating the castle than you were when you first arrived and new Leo has a bad leg, sometimes heâll make attempts to limp after you but theyâre always unsuccessful.Â
You think of nothing, day after day because there is nothing to think about.Â
Except for the fact that Kodo took your future away from you. He took everything from you.Â
If you thought time was blending before Dinâs death nothing could have prepared you for now. You donât track the days as well, you keep your curtains drawn and only leave when you get hungry or start to think of Din. The last thing you need to do is have another screaming fit so you keep him locked away in your heart, an ache thatâs always there that you donât address.Â
One day, in a fit of tears you took your knife and decided on a whim to kill Kodo. You didnât care about the repercussions at that point you just wanted him to suffer but the moment you opened the door you nearly tripped, stumbling backwards the guards didnât so much as glance at you.Â
Another vase of flowers.
Youâre tempted to just kick them down the hall but you canât help yourself when you lean down to pick them up.Â
A bouquet of blue lilies. Your nose twitches at the sight of them, out of the corner of your eye you see new Lysa and new Elaine approaching so you take the opportunity to slam the little glass vase into the stone floor. Glaring at them when you do before returning to your room.Â
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Maybe itâs been three days since Din died.Â
Maybe itâs been three months.Â
You arenât sure.
You arenât sure when you made plans to kill Kodo either but suddenly you have them. A fool proof way to get him alone.Â
And suddenly youâre dressed for the first time in, well, however long itâs been. In a baby blue nightie with a robe you march out into the hall. The guards watch in silence as you walk away, your bare feet scampering down the stairs until you find yourself watching the main entrance. Waiting for your loving husband to make his nightly trip to a pleasure house, a trip that is typically accompanied by guards.Â
You grip the handle of the knife in your pocket as you wait until you finally hear footsteps approaching.Â
âKodo, honey?â You step out from behind the stone column, holding your robe closed as you bat your eyelashes at him. He stumbles around drunkenly until his eyes focus on you.Â
Youâve only used your voice for screaming for so long you sound meek, exactly as you want to right now.Â
âWife?â
âI thought maybe youâd like to join me tonightâŠâ You hold a hand out towards him, putting on a sickly sweet tone of innocence. His mouth twists into a grin.Â
âI knew youâd come around eventually.â
He doesnât question where youâre taking him, he simply follows.
What a joke.Â
You pull him up the stairs, you know from hide and seek where to find an empty room so you guide him there in calculated silence until he trips a bit, laughing to himself as he stutters.
âI knew if I got rid of the Mandalorian youâd realize how much better I am than him.â The statement doesnât sit right with you and he can see it on your face, even in his drunken state he can sense your confusion.Â
You both stop, youâre above him on the stairs as you turn and stare into his eyes.
âYou- you knew?â
He simply nods, that sickening smile of his is plastered on his face. His icy blue eyes shimmer with delight.Â
âHow long?â
âWhen Leo told me I remembered everything. That little altercation in the hall when your boy knocked me out came right back to me, from there it wasnât hard to figure out.â Your eye twitches as he speaks.
He knew you loved him and he took him from you anyway.
Any hesitations you had are gone as you nod, pulling him onward until you reach the large vacant tower room. Heâs so drunk you decide to just drop the voice, pointing at a spot on the floor.Â
âLay down.â You mumble, reaching into your pocket once more.
He eagerly does as heâs told, laying down on the cold stone, you take a deep breath, in one swift motion you grab your knife, holding it behind your back as you toss your robe aside. He gives you a toothy grin as you ever so slowly walk to him, standing above him before sitting, straddling his waist.Â
You look him up and down, one last time.Â
Your loving husband.Â
One of his hands plays with the blue lace of your nightie as you collect yourself. You look up at the ceiling briefly.Â
Iâm sorry.Â
Not for Kodo, but for Din. This is exactly what he didnât want you to do.Â
You arenât a killer. And you arenât hateful, but a person can only be pushed so far before something breaks.Â
Be smart.Â
You think of Dinâs note one last time before you bring the blade out in front of you and slam the blade into Kodoâs chest.Â
He makes a sickly wet sound, coughing as he stares at you in shock.
You remove the knife, the hot steel cauterizes his wounds, there isnât so much as a drop of blood as your face twists with fury and you bring it down again into his stomach now.Â
How dare he look surprised by any of this.Â
After what he took from you? He deserves galaxies worse.Â
So you remove the knife.Â
And you stab him again.
And again,
and again,
and again,
and again,
and again.
Until there is no more shocked look on his face. You donât have a snarky remark or a statement to commemorate your revenge, youâre all used up at this point, all you have is this, this stabbing motion.Â
He didnât even have a chance to fight back.
You crawl off of his body, sitting on the stones as you toss the knife to the side, waiting for a rush of euphoria.Â
But it never comes.Â
It doesnât feel as good as you thought it would.Â
Staring down at Kodoâs lifeless body. You let yourself crumble. Collapsing down onto the floor, gasping for air as you sob.Â
This was never going to bring him back.Â
You lay there on your hands and knees for quite some time, just wailing, because what else are you supposed to do right now? You realize far too late that this was never an act of malice, some demented and shattered part of you thought that this would somehow bring him back, that it would give you peace.Â
They wonât execute you.Â
You planned this exactly so they wouldnât.
Kodo didnât tell anyone about your relationship with Din in much detail, not enough for them to assume that you could be with child. Everyone will assume that itâs Kodoâs. They wonât kill you, they canât.Â
Not if they think youâre carrying Kodoâs child. Now that Kodoâs dead, thereâs no one to tell the royal family that you never consummated your marriage, your child is the most well protected person on the planet. The future monarch. Itâs almost funny, you havenât permitted yourself to think about the stirring within you as a child until just now, in this moment of weakness. A child, your child.Â
Who will most likely grow up without a mother because of the decisions you've made today.
You bite your fist, swallowing a scream as you sit back on your heels.Â
Your child will never know how loved they were. Your little one will never get to sit beside their mother while their father teaches them to sew. You put your head in your hands as you wail, no longer caring who hears. Your fate is sealed, what does it matter?Â
You donât turn when you hear someone coming up the stairs. When they pull you into their arms you try uselessly to shove them away. Your vision is blurry and filled with tears as you stare up at the unfamiliar figure now holding you. They rub your back, drawing swirls and stars against your spine as they pull you closer.Â
âItâs okay, Iâve got you.â They mumble into your hair. You dry your eyes hastily on your sleeve, confused by the voice youâre hearing, itâs painfully familiar, on instinct you wrap your arms around their torso, pulling yourself into their lap as you both sit on the floor beside Kodoâs body. âYouâre okay, Iâm here.â
âIâm- Iâm sorry.â You whisper against the stranger's shirt. You knew you werenât hateful. Youâre certain of it now because even though he took quite literally everything from you, you still feel bad when you look at Kodo.Â
A large hand cups your face, pulling you back to their chest so you canât see the corpse anymore.Â
âI didnât mean it- I- I didnât mean to kill him. Well I did but I just-â You begin to ramble as a fresh flood of tears begin sliding down your cheeks.Â
âHey- hey itâs okay. I know you didnât mean it. We gotta get you cleaned up, okay? Iâll take care of this, Iâll fix it.â Their arms tighten around you, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You finally find the courage to look at your companion and it takes a moment for you to even realize who youâre looking at.Â
New Leo.Â
Why would he help you? You treat him like shit. When you look at him he looks like heâs about to cry and for the first time since Din was taken from you drop the walls youâve put up and you let yourself feel bad for him. You show an ounce of kindness to him because in all honesty heâs the first person to make you feel safe since the night Din was taken from you.Â
A lighthouse while you sail through a storm.
So you hug him.Â
You pull yourself closer to him and you offer him a comfort you havenât known for days.
âIâm sorry⊠for all of it, but especially the flowers, I should have told you, I just- you wouldnât let me and the guards wouldnât let me in without your permission and you just wouldnât look at me.â He begins to mumble his own apologies, sending a surge of confusion through you.Â
You furrow your brows, pulling back once more giving him a perplexed look as you search his nearly black eyes for some kind of answer.Â
And it clicks.Â
All at once it snaps into place and you want to say his name, so desperately, but youâre terribly afraid of being wrong.Â
And then he smiles. A soft smile that makes you feel okay and you donât even care if youâre wrong and you donât care if it doesnât make sense you just have to ask.
âDin?â
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a/n : yeah so uhhhhh yeah uhhhh this is the first chapter i've ever written where im actually very fond of the writing and nervous about the plot stuff so im gonna go hide?? and just vanish for a while lol
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I'm not sure where else to ask this but it seemed like an alright place. I believe something is wrong with me as I don't want to have sex. Or do anything even remotely sexual. I see posts and comments all the time of people talking about people and sometimes characters and how attractive and hot they are, but I just don't get it. I want to fall in love, and date and do all those romantic things. But I do not want to have sex, ever, and I feel like maybe I'm broken? Sex is always talked about around me as something everyone wants and will do one day, but it simply makes me feel sick and grossed out. Even the idea of masturbating grosses me out, it's sexual and I don't seem to like anything sexual at all. Although I live in a very small town, is it different in other places?
I've tried reading and watching, I've even watched stuff with just women in it! I tried masturbating but didn't get very far before feeling nauseous, I simply don't want to do anything sexual. It's very confusing and scary for me, I mentioned it to my mother and she said "You'll want it eventually, you just need to find what you like" but I never have and don't think I ever will. I've explored many different things but I always feel bored and put off at best, disgusted at worse. I don't care if others have sex, I'm not negative like that, I just don't want to ever be involved in it. Do you know what might be wrong with me? I don't want to bring it up to anyone again because they always look at me like something is wrong with me
- Rose
Hi, Rose! This is definitely a fine place to ask. (I love your name, btw.)
Let me start with saying there is absolutely nothing wrong with you for not wanting to have sex or do anything sexual. You don't have to have sex or be sexually attracted to other people. There's a name for that: it's called asexuality and its actually pretty common.
Not everyone has sex or "eventually wants sex". That's a very out-dated myth that has never been true.
I'd recommend looking for groups or even just researching asexuality online, Rose. There are so many other asexual people throughout the world and I think it'd be good for you to read/look into information on other people like you!
You don't have to force yourself to like sexual things. You can't force your sexuality to change. Especially if it's making you feel ill and you don't want to do it, that's not something you should be forcing yourself into just because others have told you that you should. There is no should with your sexuality.
Your mother is actually wrong. Not everyone likes sex! There's literally a sexuality for people who lack or experience varied sexual attraction [which is what you're talking about]: asexuality. There's also a word for the nausea and dislike you're talking about surrounding sexual things: sex repulsion.
You don't have to keep exploring things that make you feel ill. It's okay just to search out the things you actually enjoy or look forward to, like a romantic partner or even just focus less on sexuality itself and enjoy your life without trying to fix yourself.
There's nothing wrong with you, Rose. I'm sorry no one has been kind and taken you seriously but you're not broken or needing to wait for your sexuality to "kick in", your sexuality is fine as is.
I hope this helps! Let me know if you have any other questions, Rose. <33
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