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joking around and calling them your brothers and they go deathly silent because what do you mean tou don’t see them romantically? doesn’t matter if they’re already involved with each other they want you to be just as involved too.
also this is toxic but threatening your various dates, stalking them and taking them out (not in the romantic way) so they have an excuse to hold you close. you get comforted, and they get to embrace your warmth #win-win
Friendzoned? Nah, it’s bro-zoned now 😭
The one good thing about grueling and long missions- were the post-missions.
Without fail, each time, you’d be invited to their house where Price would grill up something delicious and juicy on the barbecue, and everyone would be able to unwind. You enjoyed that time, spending it and relaxing with them.
The dynamic you all shared was easy, comfortable, and fun- at least for you.
You rolled your eyes and tossed a fry at Johnny, who caught it in his mouth with a proud grin and wagged his eyebrows, daring you to try again. “You’re like an annoying big brother, you know that?” you huffed at last, a matching grin on your face.
Johnny froze mid-chew, but you didn’t notice, too busy thinking. “Actually… all of you are like annoying big brothers, now that I think about it.”
You chuckles at your own thought, grabbing another fry from your plate and popping it into your mouth without once realizing the shift in the atmosphere. You didn’t catch the way Soap’s grin had vanished completely or how Price’s hand tightened around the armrest of his chair. Gaz’s usual easy smile was gone, replaced with a cold, unreadable expression, and Ghost… well, Ghost’s dark stare had become a touch more menacing.
The silence hung heavy, but you were blissfully unaware, waving your hand dismissively when no one responded. Your focus was on your phone, scrolling through your social medias. “What? You all went quiet on me.”
Soap cleared his throat, but it came out strained, his voice low. “Brother, huh?”
You hummed absently. “Yeah, you know- family. You guys are my family. Like brothers, watching each other’s backs and all that.”
Price exhaled slowly, sitting back in his chair and running a hand over his beard. “Family.” He repeated, almost under his breath, his voice calm but tight.
Gaz tapped his fingers against the table once, then twice, before stopping abruptly. “Is that all we are to you?” he asked casually enough, though his tone carried an edge you didn’t catch.
“Of course,” you replied with a shrug, not bothering to look up from your food and phone. “I mean, it’d be weird to think of you any other way. You’re my team, my brothers-in-arms.”
You missed the way Ghost’s hands curled into fists on the table, his knuckles white, or the way Soap’s jaw clenched, demeanor replaced with something far darker. Price exchanged a look with Gaz, silent communication passing between them while you obliviously chewed on your steak, still oblivious to the storm brewing around you.
If you’d glanced up, even for a second, you might’ve noticed the way their gazes lingered on you- too intense, too sharp. But you didn’t. And they weren’t about to correct you.
Not yet, anyways.
The first time it happened, you didn’t connect the dots.
Your date, some charming guy you met at a café off base, canceled on you last minute, claiming he “didn’t feel safe” after someone left a threatening note on his car windshield. You shrugged it off as a weird coincidence- maybe it was the universe looking out for you, even. You didn’t want to be dragged into whatever that guy was stuck in.
The second time, a woman from the gym you’d been chatting with stopped replying to your texts entirely after she mentioned being followed home one night. You’d honestly tried to call and check on her, but she just… blocked you. Weird.
By the third time, when a guy you’d met on a dating app ghosted you entirely after his apartment was mysteriously broken into, you started to suspect something was up.
You mentioned it offhandedly to the team one evening, voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t know what’s going on, but every time I try to date someone, something weird happens. It’s like the universe doesn’t want me to find someone!”
Soap hummed, a little too casually, but you simply discarded that thought. “Maybe the universe knows what’s best for you, bonnie.”
Gaz leaned back in his chair, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Or maybe these people weren’t good enough for you anyway.”
“You’ve got us to look after you. Don’t need anyone else mucking things up.” Even Price added in his own two cents, making you pause.
You laughed, thinking they were joking, but Ghost’s silence was unsettling- actually, none of them were laughing. He just stared at you, his eyes glinting in a way that made your stomach twist. But that was normal for your L.T… even if it’s been quite a long while since he’s made you feel like that.
The fourth time, it wasn’t just a weird incident. It was a full-on assault.
You were on another date- though even you had to admit this one was just… not going well. He was too dismissive, too loud, and the first thing he’d said before you even sat down was that you’d split the bill, and then he made a comment about you eating too much.
You’d sent a simple text to the team groupchat, telling them you really weren’t enjoying this one, and they’d left you on read. Bastards.
But then you date had been walking you to your car when someone stepped out of the shadows- a big, familiar hulking figure in a balaclava. Your date didn’t even have time to react before they were on the ground, unconscious.
“Come on,” Simon said, gently but firmly clasping his hand around yours. You were too shocked to even say anything- what the fuck? “Let’s get you home.”
You didn’t argue. Your heart was pounding too hard, and Simon took advantage of that to guide you to his car.
“Simon-“
“No.”
And thus the silence continued.
When you got back to their house, the others were waiting for you. Price immediately pulled you into a hug before you could demand answers, his hands firm but gentle on your lower back. “You’re safe now.” He murmured, as if soothing an angry kitten lashing out at him from fear. Despite your confusion and the flurry of emotions swirling in your chest, the tension in your body began to melt anyways, always so trusting of your Captain.
Gaz’s hand brushed against yours as he handed you a steaming cup of tea immediately once Price let go of you. His smile was kind, but his eyes seemed… off. Too sharp. “Drink this, yeah? It’ll help.” He said, his fingers lingering a second too long before retreating.
Before you could question the strange atmosphere, Soap tugged you down to sit beside him on the couch. His arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you close as though you were on the verge of breaking. “You’ll be alright,” he murmured, tone light yet firm. “We’ve got you.”
Simon remained silent, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed. His presence loomed heavy in the room, his gaze never straying from you. It wasn’t comforting exactly- more like being caught in the sights of a predator lying in wait. Is this what the enemy soldiers thought and felt? You pitied them- but more than that you pitied yourself.
Your hands tightened around the warm mug, your confusion bubbling up like a shaken-up fizzy drink. “Okay, what the hell is going on?” You glanced between them, searching for answers. “Simon knocked out my date! What if he presses charges? And what’s with all this- this hovering?”
“Hovering?” Soap echoed, his arm tightening ever so slightly. “We’re making sure you’re alright, bonnie. That’s all. You said your date wasn’t good, no?”
Price leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke calmly, like he was explaining something obvious to a stubborn recruit. “That man wasn’t worth your time. None of your dates have been. They can’t protect you- not the way we can.”
“What are you even talking about?” you demanded, finally pulling away from Soap’s hold. Yet the feeling of being a bleeding sheep surrounded by wolves didn’t abate. “You’ve been acting so weird lately- ever since I mentioned dating. If there’s something you’re not telling me, just spit it out!”
Gaz sighed, his tone carrying a note of exasperation as he leaned against the couch. “We’re trying to keep you safe, love. Every time you step out with someone, you’re putting yourself at risk. You don’t know these people like we do.”
Your stomach churned. “What do you mean-?”
Gaz chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it, and you did not laugh. “Do you think we’d let you go out with someone without knowing everything about them first? Their names, their jobs, their pasts…” His voice dropped, a edge bleeding into his words. “How to get rid of them.”
Your blood ran cold, and you stared between them. They were dead serious, you realized. “That’s… You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.”
No one answered.
Simon pushed off the wall, his massive frame closing the distance between you in just a few steps. He crouched down in front of you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. You were essentially boxed in from all sides. “We’re not joking. You don’t need anyone else. You’ve got us.”
“…This isn’t normal.” You whispered, your voice shaky as you tried to process what you were hearing. “This- I don’t-“
“It is normal,” Price’s voice was steady and calm, eyes dark. “For us. For the people who care about you most.”
Your heart pounded in your chest as the implications of their words sank in. They weren’t just being overprotective or overbearing. They were sabotaging your dates, controlling who could get close to you, and now- God, had they hurt people? How many had they hurt? All those people- you-
Your hands trembled, though you braved on even if bravery was the last thing you felt. “You can’t just decide this for me. I’m not some possession you can keep to yourselves.”
“We’re not keeping you from anything you need,” Gaz spoke so softly, you could trick yourself into believing he was saying you could leave and this was all just a mean prank. “We’re protecting you from what you don’t.”
“You should be thanking us,” Proce sighed, pulling out a cigar to smoke. Yet his eyes did not leave you even once, not even for a single second. “We’re the reason you’ve been safe so far.”
Simon’s gloved hands rested on your knees, pinning you down to the couch. “We’ll take care of you,” he said, his voice low and almost soothing. “Always.”
You wanted to argue, to push them away, but the realization- the full weight of what they had done hit you like a freight train. You stood abruptly, pushing past Simon and cutting through the tense silence in the room. Their eyes followed your every move, like predators watching prey.
“I can’t… I can’t do this,” you stammered, stepping back toward the door. “This isn’t normal. None of this is normal. You can’t just- control my life like this!”
“Sit down, love.” Price said, his voice calm, but the edge in it was unmistakable.
“No, no,” you shot back, shaking your head as you took another step toward the door. “I’m leaving. I need some space. This- this is insane.”
Gaz rose from his chair, moving to block your path to the exit. His expression was so deceptively soft, but his stance was firm, unyielding. “You’re not thinking clearly, love.” He said, low. “Just sit down. We’ll talk it through.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you snapped, your voice rising with panic. “You’ve been stalking me- sabotaging my life! That’s not protection. That’s obsession!”
Soap stood then, and his expression made you flinch. He stepped closer, effectively boxing you in again as he joined Gaz. “We’re not letting you walk out that door.” He said simply, but his words were anything but.
You turned toward the only other way out, but Simon was already there, his massive frame looming in the doorway to the hall. He didn’t say a word, just stared, his presence alone enough to make your stomach twist.
Your breathing quickened as you turned back to Price, the only one still seated, though his gaze was sharp and calculating. “You can’t keep me here, Price,” you said, your voice trembling but still clinging to the traces of defiance. “You don’t have the right-“
“We do have the right,” Price interrupted, standing slowly. The sheer authority- the sheer finality in his voice made your knees weak. “Because we’re the only ones who care about you the way we do. The only ones who’ll keep you safe. Your team, remember, darling?”
“This isn’t safety,” you hissed, backing toward the wall. “This is prison.”
Price mouthed the word, then huffed a humorless laugh. “We’re not locking you up. But we will stop you from running into danger. Even if you don’t understand it now, you’ll thank us later.”
“You can’t just-“
“Enough,” Simon cut in, sharp and blunt, his voice cutting through your protests like a knife. “You’re not leaving. Not now. Not ever.”
Your back hit the wall, your escape routes blocked on all sides. Your chest heaved as you looked at each of them, searching for even a sliver of remorse. But all you saw was determination, faces set in stone…
Much like your fate.
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I URGE YOU TO TALK ABOUT THE SEASON 6 CHARACTER DESIGNS. Mostly cus i wanna hear the salt, but also because as someone who's designed many outfits for these characters over the course of multiple years, you more than anyone have your place to talk
Honestly the episode was just *okay*, so the designs are really the only place I'm particularly heated (I mean I still have my complaints on the episode, but nothing as anger inducing as Season 5):
So I'll start with the heroes:
I'm not mad about cutting off Bunnix because nothing's different.
Viperion - I like what they did with the mask and the deeper color contrast is delicious, but the suit feels like such a downgrade from the old design.
Carapace - I guess this is the Season of the Mask Facial Hair? Viperion is encroaching on this, but Carapace's little chin bit looks like a Soul Patch. Otherwise, it's a good design and I like the additions!
Vesperia - At least it looks like they fixed the weird root issue she had with her bangs from the old model. From what I can see here, I don't dislike this, like, full inversion making the top yellow and the pants black. Dunno what the ring around her thumb is though, and why does she hold her weapon like that??
Rena Rouge - it feels like they made changes to her because they thought they had to? I'm not mad at the differences, just...they sure are there. My only complaint about her is that they colored her tail as if she has two tails but she only has one? Like...just give her two coattails.
At least they ditched the corset U_U
Rooster Bold - The pose makes it hard to see, but he looks pretty cool to me! LOVE the new mask and his bitchy heels. Didn't like the mohawk then, still don't like it now.
Ryuko - this^ picture doesn't show her off, so here's her from the episode:
The suit is still nothing amazing, but I like the scale texture and shoulders, I LOVE the bigger horns, and her hair is fire~!
Miss Hound - yikes on this picture, thank god she cameo'd in the episode:
She's cute! ...Honestly anything was an upgrade, she was just wearing a recolored version of her outfit in Season 4-5, so the fact this is it's own thing is instantly better.
King Monkey - yikes the lighting on this is scary. Anyway, I can't really glean anything from this and the only thing that stands out is the horns on the circlet. I'll pend judgement for now.
Pegasus - Similarly to KM, there's not much I can note here? He's got longer hair so that's...something, but I like that now the visor is a full visor and not a floating pair of glasses. And we'll have to see it in an episode because here I like the contrast between the browns, but the old suit also had that contrast in promo material and then lost it in the episode.
Caprikid - Loooove the fur on the pants for some reason, and I die for the boots little hooves~ Bold choice to go bigger on the horns when there was some controversy about them, but hey. At least they fixed the problem with his white mask.
Minotaurox - aww what a cute widdle hammer. It really looks stunted, a lot of the weapons here look skinnier and weaker actually. I don't think I like the yellow on the horns, but I like that we can actually SEE the details on his suit now. And I like the hoodie/hair.
Argos - yep. That's Argos.
Purple Tigress - Okay, she looks dope AF! No notes, she looks awesome.
Pigella - And on the other hand...yikes. There so much going on here, and in fairness I can't fully understand what I'm looking at. This is not what I meant when I kept adding pig ears to my Pigella design!
Polymouse - Okay, no lie, I DID like her in this still image, but uhhh she's in the episode and um...
Girl no. What's with these LED strips?! WHY is your HAIR going THROUGH you hoodie?! And I know in comparison to the other characters she's still "plus sized" but this still feels...bad.
I won't talk about Ladybug and Chat Noir, they're good. Not exciting not bad just good.
Sooooo the humans.... Mostly I'm bothered by how some are so drastically changed and some are just...not. At all.
Alya - her new Mom lewk. Idk, I just feel like they could've gone harder. She looks fine, I actually like her hair when I watch the animation in motion, it's just...she looks 25 now.
Alix - uh, yep that's Alix. Wait, did her pony tail switch sides...?
Zoe - She's found her 2000s emo girl aesthetic and is clinging to those crusty shoes. I don't like it, her dumb tshirt was really my biggest problem with her old design so of course that's the part hey keep. She just looks...disjointed. I'll hold on judgment of her hair for now.
Kagami - love the hair, hate the crop jacket. It makes her skirt look reeeeeally short.
Sabrina - AH! NO! BAD! WRONG! Hate the hair, hate the pants, I don't even think I like her new glasses. This is a chop, a CHOP!
Juleka - I don't...hate the hair. I just weep for what we lost. I DO hate her new boring-er blouse which is just a weak imitation of her old top. Her hair is so wild so why did her clothes get more boring?
Rose - Season 6 Rose can't hurt you, Season 6 Rose can't hurt you, Season 6 Rose can't hurt you-!!
Mylene - I like her new outfit, it feels like the natural next step for her! I can't get a good look at her new hair though, so I'll reserve judgement.
Nino - Damn, finally a full glow up. Nino looks good! This is probably how I would have designed him the first time around, so, yay!
Felix - you fucking loser, you didn't change here either?! Are SentiBoys just stunted?!
Kim - His big change is...getting sleeves. And his roots are more visible? I guess??
Max - Why this nerd got a smolder all of a sudden? I think he'd look good if they just finally ditched the suspenders, or had them hanging down and not in use.
Nathaniel - Have...have I drawn him in this? I feel like there's a Scarlet Lady version of this. I guess that tells you I like it, right?
Ivan - Hell yeeeeees! GLOW UP! He's like "oh, I gotta wear this nose ring all the time? Better make it ALL WORK TOGETHER!!" I didn't know he had it in him, good job!
Luka - uhhh, is he wearing a different jacket, or is that his old jacket in the new animation style? At least he stopped advertising his own father on his chest. His shirt being tucked in...it disturbs me...
Marc - ...I can't tell if he even got a hair cut because it might just be the new style.
So yeah, I have quibbles but they're overall okay.
If you really want nightmare fuel, you see the kwamis.
#sorry for the jumpscare at the end#after I saw the kwamis the humans were all forgivable because wtf?!#season 6 spoilers#ml spoilers#ask zoe
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pairing(s): nam-gyu x reader x thanos drabble
warning(s): smut [minors dni], (fem anatomy, but gender-neutral pronouns), reader is a virgin, fingering (reader receiving), oral (thanos receiving), exhibitionism(?), voyeurism, degradation, praise kink if you squint, usage of various petnames with some mean nicknames and (my best interpretation of the two characters). Read at your own risk, porn no plot. intended use of lowercase. It's consensual, I swear.
author's note: I haven't written in so long, since I had deactivated my old tumblr blog just to start anew so hopefully, I can get back to writing. Writing this because these two silly goobers have me in a chokehold. <3 Please let me know if I missed anything, I swear. I listened to numerous of clips for both of them to try get their character the way I interpret it. Likes, Reblogs and Comments are highly appreciated!
somehow, you found yourself in a compromising position. if you could even call it compromising in the first place, the setting wasn't ideal to say the least. all three of you were in the men's bathroom, crammed in a small stall where anyone could come in at any given moment.
you shifted a bit in nam-gyu's lap, your body squirming as he held you within his iron grip. you swore you could feel the hard, unyielding length of his cock beneath you, the heat of his body into your skin.
"fuck, you feel good," nam-gyu growled, his voice rough and ragged with desire. "such a little fucking tease, getting us all worked up like this."
his hands roamed over your body greedily, squeezing and kneading everywhere he could as he pressed a couple of rough kisses towards your neck. it surprised you how he didn't practically unzip or rip the jacket off of you by now. soon, you felt another pair of hands joining nam-gyu's. ah, right. thanos, you nearly forgotten about him if it weren't for the man behind you being so touchy at the moment.
the two now working in tandem to strip the clothes off of you, making sure to leave you bare and exposed to their hungry gazes. thanos leaned down, his mouth findings yours in a sudden bruising, demanding kiss. he swallowed any noises that spilled from your throat, groping anywhere he could place his hands on.
soon, thano's hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers finding your nipples, pinching and tugging til you writhed desperately in nam-gyu's lap. hearing nam-gyu chuckle behind you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he continued his assault on your sensitive skin with his lips. "you like that, don't you, you little slut?" he taunted. "getting felt up by two guys at once, getting used like the fucktoy you are..."
he punctuated his words with a sharp nip to your earlobe, nearly causing you to try pull away with a yelp, but you practically had nowhere else to go, considering you were trapped between the two of them as they were. nam-gyu's hands slid down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he ground your bottom against the strained cock still in his pants.
"that's it, sweetheart," thanos purred, his voice a low, wicked murmur against your lips.
you would've been embarrassed at this point if it wasn't til you let out a cry, nam-gyu had wasted no time as he slipped one of his hands into the waistband of your pants, plunging two fingers deep into your tight, virgin cunt without preamble. he could feel your walls clenching around the sudden intrusion, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. but nam-gyu didn't bother giving you the time to adapt - he set a brutal pace, pumping his fingers deliciously in and out of you hard and fast, the metal rings on his fingers adding a deliciously rough edge to each thrust.
"fuck, you're so fucking tight," nam-gyu growled, his eyes dark with lust as he watched your face contort in a mix of surprise and reluctant pleasure. "never been fucked before, have you, you little slut? well, we're going to fix that."
at the same time, thanos grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head forward, forcing you to face and take his thick, hard cock into your mouth. somehow, you didn't even notice when he had pulled his pants down in the first place. perhaps, you were too focused upon the fact that nam-gyu was literally turning your brain into mush gradually with those fingers of his. besides, thanos didn't even give a chance for you to prepare yourself, and just shoved himself in deep, feeling your throat constrict around him as he hit the back of it.
thanos groaned, the sound rumbling through his chest as he started to fuck your face, his hips rocking forward and back as he forced you to take him deeper and deeper. he could feel you struggling to take his cock, hearing muffled cries and whimpers around his cock, but he didn't let up. if anything, it only spurred him on more.
"that's it, take it you little cockslut," thanos snarled, his voice rough and ragged with desire. "take my fucking cock like the whore you are. show me how much you loving choking on a real man's dick."
you could hear nam-gyu laughing as he watched thanos use your mouth, continuously pumping mercilessly in your clenching cunt at the same time. he could feel you getting wetter, the juices starting to coat his fingers as your body betrayed your reluctant arousal.
"look at them, man," nam-gyu said, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "getting so riled up from being used like a set of holes. they were made for this, man. made to be a fucktoy for guys like us." you could only whine at his words, causing thanos to feel the sensations and suddenly cum into your mouth. instinctively, you swallowed.
thano's eyes darkened with lust as he watched you swallow his load, your throat working to gulp down every last drop of his hot, thick seed. the sight of you writhing in nam-gyu's lap, impaled on his fingers as he curled them just right to hit that sensitive spot inside of you, only served to stoke the fire burning in thano's gut.
"fuck, that's so hot," thanos growled, his voice low and rough with satisfaction. "swallowing like the good little cumslut you are. i knew you were made for this." he reached down, grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to look at him. his eyes bored into yours, dark and intense, drinking in the debauched sight of you - cheeks flushed, lips swollen and slick with his saliva and your own drool, hair mussed from his rough handling. he could see the reluctant need in your eyes, the way they glinted with a hunger that you couldn't quite hide.
"but we're not done with you yet, sweetheart," thanos said, his voice a low, wicked murmur. "not by a long shot. nam-gyu's not the only one who wants a turn with this tight little cunt of yours." nam-gyu smirked, his fingers still pumping lazily in and out as he listened to thanos. "you're right. i want to see you split this slut in half on your fat cock. want to see you ruin them for anyone else, make it so they can't even think about fucking another guy without imagining it's you inside her."
...and just when you were about to cum, nam-gyu pulled his fingers out of you, holding them up to your lips. "clean them off," he ordered, his voice was low and demanding. "taste how fucking wet you are for us, you little slut."
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ex bf! sukuna seeing you on a date with someone else.
or at least he assumes it’s a date because he’s never seen that man in his life and it looks like you’re clinging on to him for life in a crowd full of people.
it's funny. jin's advice was to go out and find a distraction and he comes right back to you. so much for distractions. maybe it was the universe playing a sick joke on him or just his luck.
you haven’t spotted him yet, window shopping at your favourite bookstore, your arm linked to a stranger. he's smiling, happy to simply be in your presence. already sukuna's pissed off by his face.
sukuna's hand curl into a fist, unconsciously. fingernails digging into his palm, scratching at his skin almost to break. to bleed. almost.
before he could even think or comprehend the situation, sukuna's following behind, heading inside the bookstore. it's crowded, multiple people standing by the book stands for popular paperbacks released within the year.
his eyes fall upon the pair. you're showing him the synopsis of your favourite novel. sukuna wonders if you've thrown out the copy he bought you for your birthday, too attached to the memory of him to keep it.
he finds himself in thought of what else you've thrown out. past gifts? that hoodie he never got back? the rings and jewellery that he bought for you? the photo album of the two of you?
he's so absorbed in his head that he doesn't notice you walk over to him. with your fellow stranger towing behind like some lovesick puppy. that stupid grin, I'll kick him in the balls
'i didn't notice you were here, sukuna.' you lie.
'who's this?' the man at your side says, his irritating grin still on his lips.
a pause. and it's an awkward one. the dreaded words that he definitely doesn't want to say out loud. sukuna meets your eyes and he finds that you're internally panicking too. the sinking feeling in your gut at the thought of having to introduce him as someone that you used to know.
people shuffle around, the quiet murmurs of discussion regarding books completely unaware of a tension that had just arrived.
the guy looks back and forth between you and sukuna, waiting for a repsonse.
fine.
if that's how you want to play then sukuna has no shame in announcing it.
'i'm their-'
'no one.' you interrupt, tearing your eyes away from sukuna. 'he's a friend or...at least we used to be.'
the guy simply nods, his smile faltering a little as he picks up on the awkwardness. finally.
'it was nice to see you.' you say, initiating the end of the conversation. as if there was even a conversation to begin with.
sukuna's mouth goes dry, unable to speak a word of goodbye. and before he knows it... you're gone, not even bothering to glance at the other books on display. leaving him to pick at your choice of words- an ironic analysis of semantics in a place full of words.
a friend huh? he thinks.
that one hurt. that one hurt a lot.
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this was the idea i had. i had to write it, or else i'd lose my mind. so have some smut, freshly baked, and homemade. 👍🏾
mechanic!vi x afab!reader
cw: mechanic!vi, afab!reader, 18+, nsfw; minors don't you DARE interact with this
summary: vi's work takes her away sometimes. she misses you a lot.
work takes vi away sometimes, to different cities and, at times, countries that require her attention. she's good at what she does; there isn't anyone who can fix and restore cars like she can. it's a skill she's developed and built since she was old enough to hold a screwdriver, her interest in mechanics starting long before that, too.
she enjoys her career, adores that she gets to work with cars every day, and get paid quite handsomely for it. there are times, though, where she wishes she wasn't so damn good at her job because, like now, it whisks her away.
away from you.
she's currently attending to a client's urgent call; their car had been having engine trouble, and none of the surrounding mechanics could fix it. It's a luxury car, too, with a price tag that has too many zeros on it, so it requires delicate hands and patient.
both of which vi has.
when she's working, at least.
she's been away from you for the past week now, and it's driving her a bit insane. these jobs only take a few days, at most, but parts are a struggle to find sometimes. so she has to stay until they arrive so she can get the job done.
her cilents treat her nicely, have paid for her accommodation and feeding. she's being well-looked after, having her every whim be catered to.
but still.
she wishes you were here.
"it's only a few more days," you tell her one evening via video call. you're so gorgeous it hurts, your smile shining with your smile. you're lounging on your shared bed, curled up around the pillow against your chest. "didn't you say the order's coming in tomorrow?"
vi sighs, leaning back against the headboard of her hotel room's bed. which sucks because you're not in it with her. "yeah, but i'm kind of scared it's gonna get delayed because of the weather and shit," she grumbles. "if that happens, can you come? because if i go another two days without you, i'll lose my goddamn mind."
"aw," you coo teasingly, hiding behind your (her) pillow enough so only your beautiful eyes show. a coy move that has vi's blood roaring. "only two days?"
"i'd say one, but i don't want you to think i'm obsessed with you or something," vi replies, partly playfully because god knows how obsessed she is with you. "wouldn't want to chase you off, especially when i'm not there to catch you."
"ooh scary," you say, still a tease as you lift your head a little from behind the pillow. enough so she can see your lovely mouth, so sweet and waiting to be kissed. "and if i ran and you caught me, what would you do to me?"
heat starts to simmer beneath vi's skin, warming her up nicely from within. she roves her eyes over your pretty face, licks her lips when she thinks about all the things she could do to you.
all the things she's planning to do to you once she gets home.
"can't give away all my secrets," vi replies, her voice having gone a bit hoarse from her budding arousal. "you'll find it soon enough."
your breath hitches a little, at the implication, and your gaze darkens ever so slightly. it's enough to have both of you suddenly on edge, desperation raging violently in the both of you.
the order does come in the next day, thank god, and vi jumps into work. if she's able to finish this today, she can flight back home to you tomorrow. all her focus is thrown into doing an immaculate job, as always, so she can get paid and use that money to spoil you rotten.
she's on a short break when her phone chimes, notifying her of a message. she instantly knows it's you, judging by the jingle and how you personalised it on a drunken night. vi's never bothered to change it because it's yours, and anything of yours is perfect.
vi chugs her bottle of water while simultaneously unlocking her phone and tapping the notification. the chat opens, greeting her with a video that appears rather inconspicuous at first. vi doesn't think anything of it; in fact, she's smiling already, thinking it's one of those cute video messages you send her when she's away.
but when she taps play, and the first breathy note of your moan floats through the speaker, vi's world flips upside down. she quickly pauses the video, cheeks aflame, as she clutches her phone to her chest. her heartbeat is thundering loudly in her ears, sending through a message of panic and instant arousal.
vi blinks into the emptiness of the huge garage, swallows, draws in a shaky breath, and manages to look back down at her phone.
with a shaky thumb, she presses play again and...
there you are.
straddling her motorcycle, clad in a tiny skirt that rides high with every grind of your hips. your hands grip at the handlebars, quivering a little as you use them for balance, use them to pull yourself up and push down.
you're a vision, eyes tightly closed as you find your pleasure on the leather seat. soft whimpers fall from your parted lips, gradually increasing in volume as you grind your dripping cunt down harder.
vi watches, entranced and halfway soaked, as your head falls back with a whine of her name.
"violet,"
fuck.
she can't see the mess that you're leaving on her seat, but she knows it's drenched. knows that your slick is soaking into the fabric, making it easier and smoother for you to ride. making it better, so much better, and vi's vision grows hazy at the thought.
"please, ah, please, vi," you moan, needy, as your grinds turn into harsh bounces. "i...i need you, hah, w-wanna cum—"
vi's eyes flutter, her free hand shooting down to slip past the pants of her coveralls. she hisses when she feels how wet she is, releasing a keen as she starts to rub at her throbbing clit.
"vi, vi—" you gasp, one of your hands leaving the handlebars to slip under your skirt. you moan loudly, lips parting further as you nearly cry. "i'm gonna—"
"you're gonna cum, sweetheart?" vi pants, her own orgasm cresting already. "gonna, ah fuck, cum for me?"
as if you could hear her, you suddenly nod frantically and give a startled cry, eyes going wide and unseeing as you convulse with the strength of your orgasm. there's a faint splash that catches vi's attention and that, that has her biting back a scream as she makes a mess of herself. all wet and messy and so fucking good, it has her seeing stars.
it leaves her loose-limbed, has her leaning against a wall as she struggles to catch her breath. but she's barely given a chance when her phone rings and she answers it without checking the caller ID.
she already knows who it is.
"you're so evil, baby," vi says, still breathless, and you laugh for a full thirty seconds before saying,
"so i guess you don't want to see the other video then?"
"oh my god."
vi can't fucking wait to get home.
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Bite the Hand that Needs You -
trailer park!joel miller x female! reader
Explicit; Minors DNI 18+ only.
Summary: Your sharp tongue gets you into trouble.
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: DUB CON, established relationship, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), profanity, size kink, spanking, breath play, praise kink, dd/lg undertones, unspecified age gap, humiliation kink, dirty talk, creampie, possessive behaviour, pet names (babygirl, darlin,' good girl). No outbreak, older boyfriend!joel, redneck!joel, trailerparktrash!joel. No use of Y/N. Mood board for aesthetics only; reader's features aren't specified other than Joel can pick them up.
A/N: This was inspired by an opening scene from No Country for Old Men, featuring Llewelyn Moss (who, as I read, served as inspiration for Joel) and Carla Jean.
The trailer door slammed hard enough to rattle the loose siding, the hiss of the cheap hydraulic arm dragging out the sound until it snapped shut. Joel stomped inside, his boots heavy, leaving clods of dirt and god knows what else on the already dingy linoleum. He looked like he’d crawled through hell. Grease streaked his arms, dust clung to his sweat-soaked shirt, and his face had that particular scowl—the one that meant trouble had followed him home again.
You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, barefoot in a short ratty old nightdress. A cigarette dangled from your lips, trailing smoke toward the low ceiling fan that clunked with every uneven rotation.
“Jesus, Joel, what’d you get into this time?” You didn’t bother hiding the bite in your tone. “You look like someone dragged you through the back end of a damn cattle chute.”
He didn’t answer. Just grabbed a beer from the fridge, twisted the cap off, and tossed it onto the counter without even looking at you. You hated when he did that—just skated past your questions like you were a mosquito buzzing in his ear.
“Hey,” you snapped, louder this time. “Don’t just walk in here all covered in—what the hell even is that? Mud? Blood? What the fuck have you been doing?”
He took a long pull from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working as he swallowed. “I don’t need to explain myself to you,” he muttered, voice low and gravelly.
“Like hell you don’t,” you shot back, pushing off the counter and squaring up to him, not caring that he had at least a foot and a hundred pounds on you. “You come in here looking like death warmed over, tracking shit all over the floor, and I don’t get an explanation? Fuck you, Joel.”
That got his attention. His eyes, sharp as broken glass, cut to you. “What’d I tell you about that mouth?”
You rolled your eyes, the cigarette dangling precariously. “Oh, here we go. Mister Big Man can’t handle a little attitude. What’re you gonna do, Joel? Lecture me?”
His lip curled, just enough to show his teeth. “You keep runnin’ it, I’m gonna take you in the back and shut you up real damn quick.”
“Big talk,” you fired back, though your pulse kicked up hard at his proposition.
He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell the spur tang of sweat and dirt on him. “You don’t wanna test me tonight, darlin’.”
“Don’t I?” The words slipped out before you could think better of them, your chin tipping up in defiance. You’d been pushing his buttons all week, and some stupid part of you wasn’t ready to stop.
Joel moved fast, his hand shot out gripping your jaw, forcing you to look up at him as he plucked the cigarette from between your fingers, taking a long, deliberate drag. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around your face. “That’s it,” he growled, low and rough like the rumble of an engine about to stall. “Get your ass in the bedroom. Now.”
You didn’t move, half out of defiance, half because the heat between your legs had turned your knees to mush. “Make me.” You spoke quietly between squished cheeks.
Joel's eyes darkened as they did, a feral spark igniting in their murky depths. Before you could spit another defiant word, he hauled you up as if you weighed nothing, slinging you over his shoulder like a foreman might toss a sack of feed. You clung to the flannel on his back in tight fists like a defiant child.
“Joel, goddammit—” you kicked and screamed, but the sharp crack of his palm against your now exposed ass cut you off mid-protest, the sting lingering just long enough to make you bite your tongue.
“You got yourself in trouble, baby girl,” he growled before he carried you through the narrow hallway, shoving open the door to the cramped bedroom with his boot, the hinges creaking in protest.
He didn’t bother with the light. The room was dim, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp outside the room’s one grimy window, and the yellowed net curtain barely gave you privacy. Shadows clawed at the walls as he kicked the door shut behind him, the small space feeling even smaller as he threw you down onto the mattress, the springs groaning under your weight. You scrambled up onto your elbows, glaring at him even as your body betrayed you, thighs clenching together in anticipation. “You’re such a goddamn caveman,” you spat, but your voice wavered just enough to make him smirk.
“Still feel like runnin’ that pretty little mouth, huh?” he asked, his shadowy broad frame towering over you like the monsters your dad would say were all in your head when you couldn’t sleep at night as a kid.
You swallowed hard, your pride warring with the way your body burned under his gaze. “Yeah,” you shot back, though your voice trembled just enough to betray you. “What the hell are you gonna do about it?” A shiver raced down your spine, pooling heat low in your belly as your legs subconsciously parted exposing your lacey panties you could feel were already soaked through.
Joel’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smirk as he reached out, tangling his hand in your roots and dragged you off the bed in one swift motion. "Don’t worry, darlin’. I’m gonna put it to some fuckin' use,” he spat. You stumbled off the bed and to the floor with a yelp, the threadbare carpet offering little comfort for your knees.
“You keep pushin’ me, and this is what you get,” he growled, his voice low and menacing, vibrating through the small room. His grip on your hair tightened, tilting your head back so you were forced to look up at him. His other hand went to his belt, the leather sliding free with a sharp hiss.
You opened your mouth to spit some smartass retort, but the words stuck in your throat as your brain seemed to switch off when he pulled his cock free, hard and heavy, the sight making your breath hitch. He didn’t ask, didn’t wait for permission—Joel never did. His hand on your hair tugged harder, guiding your mouth open as he lined himself up, the head of his cock brushing against your lips.
"Suck it."
You parted your lips, hesitant but burning, the heat in his gaze daring you to disobey. The second your mouth wrapped around him, Joel groaned low in his throat, the sound rough and raw as his hips bucked forward. He didn’t ease into it—he pushed in deep, hitting the back of your throat with a force that made your eyes water.
“That’s it,” he hissed, his hand fisting tighter in your hair as he set a brutal pace, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with relentless precision. "See, we get on so much better when you just shut the fuck up and be a good little slut for me."
You gagged, your hands gripping his thighs for balance as he used you, each thrust driving the breath from your lungs. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the spit that dripped from the corners of your mouth, but Joel didn’t stop. He was relentless, his groans and growls filling the room as he forced you to take every inch of him. You tried to garble insults back at him for being so patronising but your mouth what too full of his cock.
"Shhh now, baby, just take it like a good girl."
And suddenly, he pulled you back and pushed you up against the end of the bed, caged in by his legs; your head pinned between the edge of the mattress and his cock being rammed down your throat.
You were a fucking mess, a pretty mess, but your makeup ran like a pornstar in one of those movies they rented in the back of every seedy truck stop—eyes all glassy and vacant.
“Fuckin’, shit", he moaned, his voice thick and strained as his fingers tightened in your hair, keeping your head pinned right where he wanted as he rutted his hips forwards. "Fuckin' perfect like this. Chokin’ on it, takin’ me so goddamn good.”
He pushed in balls deep and held it there. You slapped his arm and thighs, your desperation leaking through in frantic jerks when he cruelly pinched your nose and cut off your oxygen supply for a little too long.
“Uh-uh,” he muttered his voice low and mocking, “Not yet. You can take it. You’re my good girl, ain’t ya?”
The tears streamed down your face said otherwise, but he finally decided you could breath again and pulli out of your throat completely just as the black spots start to dance at the edges of your vision, and you gasped, sucking in air in great, greedy gulps. A line of spit connected your lips to the tip of his swollen cock.
"Good job, baby. You got me nice and hard." he cooed.
"Fuck you," you spat with absolute disdain.
"Aw, I love you too," he mocked, giving a couple light slaps to your wet cheek.
And before you could catch a break, he dragged you to your feet and back onto the bed, pinning you to the mattress with one hand gripping your wrists above your head and the other slid lower, dipping into your panties and teasing your needy little pussy with a sick tenderness as if he wasn’t just skull fucking you. You wanted to scream at him, hit him, claw at him, fuck him, but all you could do was gasp and moan and writhe and buck your hips against his hand.
“Look at you,” he muttered, voice gravelly and full of contempt that somehow made your pussy wetter. “Mouthy as all hell a minute ago, now you’re soakin’ my damn hand. You gonna tell me you don’t like this?”
“Shut up,” you hissed, but the tremble in your voice gave you away. You twisted under him, trying to pull your wrists free, but his grip tightened, and he just laughed at you.
Your legs twitched involuntarily as his thumb found your clit, circling with maddening precision. Your nails dug into the cheap polyester comforter, dragging it up in your fists. “You’re such a piece of shit,” you hissed, but it came out more like a whimper.
“And you love it,” Joel growled, his lips brushing your jaw. He smelled like sweat and beer and the faint metallic tang of blood, but it was intoxicating. “You’d be bored stiff with anyone else, and you know it.”
You hated how right he was, hated the way his words made the fire in your belly burn hotter. His teeth grazed your collarbone before he bit down just hard enough to leave a mark. He yanked your slip dress up, rough fingers sliding over your bare skin, pulling a gasp from your throat. His mouth was on you a second later, flattening his tongue and suckling on your pebbled nipples.
“Goddamn it, Joel,” you squirmed, your body arching into him despite your better judgment.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he muttered against your skin, “Say my name like you mean it.”
He pulled back just enough to shove his jeans down lower. You watched, chest heaving, as he fisted his hard length.
“Turn over,” he ordered.
You hesitated and his is jaw ticked, his patience clearly hanging by a thread. “What, are you too cock drunk or somethin’? I said turn over, 'm gonna fuck you proper,” he growled, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing and ripping your panties off in one swift motion.
"Goddamn, baby. You may have a stupid mouth, but you've sure got sweet little ass," he said, his hand coming down hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you yelp, cutting through the haze in your head.
The mattress springs groaned again as he pinned his full body weight against your back and shoved your knees apart, the cool air hitting your bare leaking cunt.
And then he was inside you, the sudden stretch making you cry out. He didn’t give you a second to adjust, didn’t give you the chance to catch your breath—he just started slamming into you.
Your cries were muffled by the pillow you buried your face into as he gripped your hips and fucked you deeper into the mattress, the springs bouncing you back onto his dick. You relaxed your lower body, embracing the way he was using you like his personal fuck toy.
“Don’t you dare stop talkin’ now,” he growled, “You got plenty to say when you’re givin’ me shit—what about now, huh? Tell me how good it feels.”
You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction, but then his hand slid around to press against your clit, and the sound that came out of your mouth wasn’t anything close to coherent.
"Fuck, feels good-" you choked on your words.
“That’s my girl,” he muttered, his voice smug with triumph.
You didn’t stay quiet—not when he tilted his hips just right, not when his rough fingers dug into your hips, not when his cocked dragged against your sweet spot. Trembling gasps and moans you couldn’t suppress escaped your lips and tears streaked your face as you clutch the sheets in white-knuckled fists.
Jesus, the neighbours will be bangin' on the walls thinkin' I'm killin' ya' again," he murmured, his voice dark and gravelly, almost taunting.
“Hey,” he mutters, his voice low and raw, but not soft. Joel Miller doesn’t do soft. His thumb brushes roughly along your cheek, smearing the evidence. “What’s this now?”
You bit your lip, stifling a cry and buried your face but the tears kept coming, hot and humiliating, pooling on the pillow beneath you. The pleasure was too much—his rhythm, the heat of his skin. You didn’t want to cry, didn’t even understand why you were, but it was like every nerve in your body had snapped, leaving you open, raw, and helpless beneath him.
“I’m not—” you started, but the words dissolved into a broken sob when he angled his hips just right, grinding into you with a precision that was almost cruel. Your legs trembled, thighs burning as you tried to hold yourself together, but it was no use.
“Not what?” he growled, leaning closer, his chest pressing against your back, the full weight of him pressing you further into the bed. “Cryin’ all over my dick?” He laughed bitterly, the sound vibrating against your spine. “I can feel how tight your little pussy gets the harder you cry.”
His vulgar words were enough for your eyes to roll back, and you felt that white-hot sensation flood your body. “Fuck—Joel, I'm gonna cum-." you whimpered.
Your whole body tensed every nerve lit up at once as the tension coiled tighter and tighter, impossibly so, until it snapped with a force that stole the air from your lungs. The sobs tore out of you as your orgasm crashed over you, leaving you violently convulsing beneath him. Your cunt clenched around him, dragging him over the edge with you, and he groaned low in his throat, his hips stuttered as he spilled inside you.
The room was silent for a long moment after, the only sound was your ragged breathing and the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Joel finally rolled off you, collapsing onto his back beside you with a grunt.
“Still think I’m a piece of shit?” he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Absolutely,” you said, but there wasn’t much bite in your tone. You were too spent to fight anymore.
“Good,” he said, his hand reaching out to trail lazily over your back. “Means I’m doin’ somethin’ right.”
You shuffled up leant against Joel’s chest, still trying to catch your breath, the stale air of the trailer thick around you, the scent of sweat and sex hung like a smothering blanket. He lit another cigarette, always Marlboro red, dragging deeply before exhaling a cloud toward the ceiling. His arm remained loosely draped over your waist.
“See, all you needed was a good fuckin,’” His voice was course but there was a smugness in his tone that you’d kill to wipe off his face if your body didn’t feel so wholly used and spent.
You tilted your head just enough to glance up at him, your lips curled into a half-sneer.
He chuckles, deep and low, the sound vibrated against your skin. “You got your answer. I don’t explain myself to anyone.”
Your frustration flared again, simmering beneath the haze of pleasure that still buzzing in your veins. You shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. “You’re a goddamn nightmare, you know that?”
Joel shrugged, taking another drag. “Maybe. But you ain’t goin’ anywhere, are ya?”
The bastard. He was right, and you hated him for it. Hated the way his arrogance got under your skin, hated how he knew exactly what to say to keep you tethered to him like a moth to a goddamn flame.
“I should kick your ass out of here,” you murmured half heartedly.
He smirked, his hand slid down your hip, gentle fingertips grazed over the bruises he’d left there. “Yeah? And who’s gonna keep you warm at night?”
You didn’t answer, too tired and content to fight. Instead, you nuzzled into his chest and watched the smoke dance out of his lips, staring at the cracked ceiling and wondering how the hell you ended up wrapped in the arms of a man who’s nothing but trouble, yet everything you couldn’t seem to let go of. If you told him you’d die here if you’d stay, he would hold you in his arms, and he’d love it that way.
divider by @adornedwithlight
*Some lines taken from Nicole dollanganger songs (Heart Shaped Bed, Runnin’ free).
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Just Friends?
Word Count: 774 Summary: “Are you two dating?” Haechan would laugh, wave it off, and insist, “Nah, we’re just friends.” Pairing: Haechan X Fem Reader
Haechan had always been a little too loud, a little too playful, and maybe a little too reliant on the presence of his best friend. But that’s how it had always been—natural, easy, and entirely platonic. Or at least, that’s what he told himself.
From the moment they met in high school, they were inseparable. They’d spent countless nights gaming until sunrise, laughing until their sides hurt, and pulling off the kinds of pranks that got them both into trouble. People constantly mistook their closeness for something more, but every time someone asked, “Are you two dating?” Haechan would laugh, wave it off, and insist, “Nah, we’re just friends.”
But recently, the "just friends" label didn’t sit quite as comfortably as it used to.
The cracks began to show at a mutual friend’s wedding. Watching his best friend dressed to perfection, effortlessly chatting and laughing with other guests, made something in Haechan’s chest tighten in a way he couldn’t ignore. His usual confidence wavered when he saw her smiling at someone else, and for the first time, he felt like a spectator in her life instead of the main character.
The night only worsened when someone asked them to dance. Haechan’s jaw tightened, his grip on his drink a little too firm as he watched her take the stranger’s hand and head to the dance floor. He tried to focus on anything else—his other friends, the music, even the buffet—but his gaze kept drifting back to her.
Why was he so bothered?
Later, when she finally returned to their table, Haechan’s teasing smile faltered. “Nice moves out there,” he said, his voice a little too casual. “Should I be jealous?”
His best friend shot him a look, half amused, half curious. “Jealous? Of what?”
“Of your new dance partner,” he replied, trying to keep his tone light, though the edge of sincerity crept in despite himself.
She shrugged, giving him a playful nudge. “Please, like anyone could compare to you.”
The words were meant to tease, but she sent Haechan’s heart racing. He forced out a laugh, but the knot in his chest tightened. What was happening to him?
Over the next few weeks, everything felt different. He started noticing the little things—how her laugh was his favorite sound, how her presence made everything feel brighter, how he always looked for her face in a crowded room.
It wasn’t one-sided, either. She began noticing the ways Haechan had always cared for her, in his own chaotic but thoughtful way. The way he’d bring her favorite coffee without being asked. How he’d always make sure she got home safely, no matter the hour. How his teasing never crossed a line, always laced with affection instead of malice.
Their friendship became laced with new tension—awkward silences that hadn’t been there before, lingering touches that felt electric, and stolen glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking.
One night, after a particularly long gaming session, they sat together in the quiet of Haechan’s living room. The only light came from the TV, casting soft shadows across their faces.
“Do you ever think about us?” she asked suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Haechan froze, his heart pounding. He played dumb, because that’s what he did when things got serious. “What about us? Like, our legendary gaming skills?”
She rolled her eyes, but her smile was soft. “No, I mean... us. You and me. Like, if we ever—” she stopped, shaking her head. “Never mind.”
But Haechan didn’t let it drop. For once, he didn’t deflect.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I think about it all the time.”
The confession hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. His best friend stared at him, wide-eyed, as Haechan rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
“I don’t know when it started,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. And not just as my best friend. I... I think I’m in love with you.”
Her eyes softened, and a small smile tugged at her lips. “You think?”
“Fine,” Haechan said with a dramatic sigh, his humor creeping back in to mask his nerves. “I know. Happy now?”
She laughed, and the sound made his chest feel light for the first time in weeks.
“Haechan,” she said softly, reaching out to take his hand. “You’re stuck with me forever, you know that, right?”
He grinned, his usual playful confidence returning. “Good, because I’d really like that.”
And just like that, the walls between them crumbled, leaving only the warmth of something real, something inevitable, and something neither of them wanted to let go of.
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{ 9 } Yours. ✧. ┊ idol!jinwoo x fem!reader.
You have admired Jinwoo for a long time.
The two of you were high school friends, in the same class, and deskmates. You have always paid attention to him. His dream is to stand on stage, you know. In fact, all of your classmates know that through a future orientation sharing session, and everyone in the class knows that he has a great singing voice.
But you know for sure that no one believes in him more than you (at least except for his family). You are a silent fan, you have followed him since he was a nobody in the music industry until he shined brightly on stage.
You feel very proud.
It seemed like your relationship would only stop at being classmates, but it seems that fate did not allow it.
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Jinwoo has a concert at the end of March. And of course, as his longtime loyal fan, you have to come too.
Jinwoo stands on stage, the lights shining directly on him, creating a brilliant aura around him. The sparkling outfit is exquisitely designed, with every detail reflecting the light, making him look like he stepped out of a dream. His hair is carefully tended, slightly messy in a natural style, highlighting his artistic charm.
His eyes are bright, full of passion and confidence. The smile that flashes across his lips is enough to make the audience's hearts flutter. When he sings, the sound echoes throughout the space, strong yet gentle, touching every emotion deep in your heart.
Around him, the stage lights change with each melody, sometimes bright like fireworks, sometimes dim like a rain of light. The orchestra behind him blended perfectly with his voice, creating a space filled with lively music.
When the song ended, the applause and cheers were loud, as if wanting to prolong that moment. He bowed, sweat beading on his forehead but his smile was still bright. He stood there, like a blazing fire, a symbol of passion, dedication and sublimation of art.
You left the concert with an emotion that couldn't be more satisfying. Standing in front of the stage, you couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Suddenly, you heard someone calling your name, it sounded very familiar.
"[Name]."
You turned around with a surprised expression "J-Jinwoo?"
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Sitting in Jinwoo's private office, you couldn't help but feel nervous.
You bowed your head, rubbing your hands together in worry over this situation.
Can you consider this a successful idol chase? You didn't expect that one day your idol would invite you to his office. You didn't expect that he would still remember you no matter how obscure you were in high school.
Should you show it to everyone? No! This will affect Jinwoo.
Your mind screamed silently.
"Sorry for bothering you at this time," Jinwoo appeared, sitting down across from you and interrupting your thoughts. "I didn’t expect to see you again at my concert."
This man's voice never fail to make your heart flutter.
"It's okay! I mean, you sing really well… I like you a lot! No, I mean, I like your song a lot… Oh.." You panicked, talking nonsense.
He blinked and chuckled "Oh, thank you."
"I haven't seen you since high school. I tried to contact you but it seems you changed your number."
"Oh, I lost my old number." You rub the back of your neck. "Huh, what are you contacting me for?"
"It's nothing, I've just thought I wanted to keep in touch with my old classmates. Can I have your number?"
No, you can't. You really don't deserve to continue being friends with him. "Okay!"
[Name]!
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
Since then, your relationship has taken a step forward. The idol you've admired for so long, who you thought you could never reach, texts you every day.
You even hang out together sometimes. But it's a bit tricky because he's so famous, so you have to be careful.
You don't know what's going on anymore. It feels like you're dreaming.
And then one day he confesses to you. And boom. You're lovers.
What's going on? You don't understand.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
It turns out Jinwoo has liked you for a long time,
He has always liked you, his shy and introverted deskmate. He has always liked your quietness and your secretive concern for him.
He was sad that the two of them could not contact you after graduation. So when he saw you after his concert, he knew he had to seize this rare opportunity.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
So the person you admire, the voice you love has become yours.
Every day Jinwoo will nag, when he is with you he will always talk, when he is not with you, he will also want to call you, talk until the battery runs out, charge the battery and call again.
Every day he uses the voice you like to wake you up, every day he uses the voice you like to wish you good night. From morning to night, from now until the end of life.
Jinwoo is yours.
Such a voice that is loved by many people, in the end it only belongs to you.
Tet holiday has started, I will write more kkkk
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So I’m not sure if I should talk about this or if it’s even worth mentioning but, there’s a post trying to villainize Harlan for posting about the US election and “promoting” Malevolent, if anyone has seen the twitter post and those in the Invictus discord would know. And is actively trying to make him out as ableist and racist, and I am absolutely floored by this response and how people aren’t really thinking about it deeper than that. I am censoring the person’s username because I don’t want them to be attacked. Just block them and move on if you end up finding the post.
First of all, Harlan lives in Canada, and I ask, why can’t he say anything to give his audience, who’s primarily queer and American, hope to push on? He uses his podcast as an example to make his point clearer. Because people can relate to it.
It’s insensitive to think that the United States live in this bubble that other people living in different countries can’t care about what’s going on, especially when Canada’s borders are now closed. And the fascist President is actively trying to make it the 51th state for god knows why. (This tumblr post was made at least two days ago)
I’ll come back to twitter because there is actually something about promoting Malevolent that can be seen as pushy (and I do think it was) but it really comes back to bite the op if you aren’t actively paying attention and can’t be bothered to look at the person’s account.
But there are three very heavy claims that this tweet makes that without thinking, are very damning. So let’s dissect that.
1. No one cares that most women characters are dead. And if they do, they really shouldn’t. Harlan is the sole creator of the show. He is the sole actor. Because he wants to. That’s his decision to not bring on other voice actors. Would it be nice? Yeah, absolutely. But I don’t care in the sense that I’m neutral about it. Who’s alive and who’s dead shouldn’t matter. And again, this idea that the women who have died had no impact on the story is diminishing their value as women. They didn’t die for the male lead (most of them anyway). They (especially in season one) were actively doing something and they are quite literally, the only reason the story is happening in universe. So yeah, if you want to be as shallow as possible, there are many dead women in the show. Congrats.
2. What ableist undertones? No really I would like to know. Is it because you think they’re ableist? There are 0 examples in the post to back this up. Are you claiming that the entire show’s undertones are ableist? I am working with absolutely nothing here. If you’re trying to make a “call-out” post or want people like me on your side, give me something. So yeah, I’m tossing that away because op never cares in the first place.
3. Now this is the second most damming thing in the post. Because it’s a somewhat serious allegation to frame Harlan as being racist. But that’s easy to refute: it’s in the name of Shub-Niggurath. And it’s barely in season 1.
Now I’m going to state an obvious fact: H.P. Lovecraft was racist. And there are far worst examples in his work with creatures just straight up named racial slurs and many of his works contain those on the basis. And it’s bad that he wrote that.
I want to make it clear that I am white, I’m not a person of color. And the op isn’t black either after I checked their page. So neither of us can fully comment on the “time period racial slurs” in Malevolent in full. But my college roommate who is black can. And they said it was absolutely ridiculous because there are no slurs being used as it’s a part of the name. and as that roommate pointed out to me, I guess we have to go after Arnold Schwarzenegger because of his last name.
And besides, if you’re going to get on Harlan for saying the name, what about every other piece of Lovecraftian media that included Shub? Because unlike Malevolent where she’s a small drop in the overall story, she’s actually integral to those pieces of media (ie: Sucker for Love 2)
Now remember how the racism accusation was the second most damming thing about the post?
Yeah I think the Nazi claim is there too.
And when someone asked in the reply for proof, the answer boiled down to, look it up. Because again, op couldn’t have been bothered to provide evidence or examples. Is that person still in there? How long ago was this? Does Harlan share those same views now? Does said Nazi still have those views?
I’m not implying that this did or didn’t happen. I don’t know because there is nothing to implicate anything. I shouldn’t have to do the work op couldn’t do themselves.
Now to circle back to the initial Twitter screenshot and something that Harlan can be viewed as being pushy about, I unfortunately couldn’t get a screenshot of the screenshot (again I blocked said person and I do not and will never get twitter) but I do know that when WolfytheWitch had started their listen of Malevolent and got to episode 20, they made a tweet about it and Harlan @ ed them. He had mentioned how fans and Cain needed a distraction in trying times.
Do I find that pushy? Yeah. But again, I don’t really care. Because this show means a lot to people. And they know that if they need to shut the world out for a moment, it’s just a click away.
But what really irks me were the tags about Cain in OP’s reblog of the post where this section is. And it really goes to show that the op has no clue what they were talking about and couldn’t be bothered to provide examples and evidence.
Cain is from the Philippines. They do not live in America. And it’s in their bio everywhere. They don’t hide it. This isn’t a “oh I didn’t know.” It’s an “I couldn’t have been bothered to check.”
I don’t like the idea of call out posts. Hell, I don’t even like that I have to make this post in the first place but it doesn’t sit right with me because I want people to think critically when there is no evidence besides opinions. And the claim that he didn’t ban a nazi which again, I don’t know if that’s true or not because op should have at least provided evidence when throwing out a claim like that.
And I will iterate again, please if you end up finding the post or someone reblogged it, do not harass the op or the person that reblogged it. Because that’s gross and disgusting and you have no place here.
Now I’ve said my piece about a post I probably should have ignored. But I didn’t. Because it was eating me up all day today.
Stay safe y’all
-Snake-Spire
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it only made sense, to garam at least, that he'd worry about disturbing anybody's peace. he was my boyfriend and i had to worry about annoying him. the words garam thought but didn't dare actually verbalizing. he'd already eluded to axel enough, he didn't want to directly speak of him and risk ruining the air between himself and angel right now. he was also afraid of angel possibly being hurt by the fact that garam was thinking about his ex in a moment like this. "just tell me if whatever i'm doing bothers you." at least if he found out early on, he'd know how not to behave going forward. "and i mean anything. if i snore too much when i'm asleep or if i chew too loud, talk too loud, or breathe too loud." the last one was a habit he only found himself doing when his focus was intense while gaming, something he had to break himself out of since it was commented on a lot pretty early on in his career. but outside of his fanbase, nobody else had found the sound of his breathing to be bothersome. it took him a moment to gather the courage to drop his hands from his face and, when he did, his cheeks were so red. he was beyond just embarrassed, especially after angel continued to question him. everything after good boy essentially went in one ear and out the other without his brain having the chance to process what was said to him. he was only pulled back to reality once the other tugged at his earlobe, a soft moan leaving his lips snaping his attention. then most of angel's words began to register, his brows beginning to furrow as he instantly moved his hands to his lap to provide himself what little coverage his hands could give. "you can't say things like that to me." he whispered, shaking his head. it just wasn't fair, anybody could get garam to do whatever they wanted with the smallest amount of appraisal. even if it wasn't necessarily in a sexual or physical context. his gaze dropped down to his own lap, brows furrowing even more as he grew frustrated with himself for getting turned on by those words; good boy. he really did want to eat breakfast with angel, he wanted to go out shopping together and just spend the day with him. but his body wanted something more than that, more than what was already given to him. garam looked back to up angel, doing all that he could not to look as desperate as felt he was to be touched by the man again. "i don't want you to think i'm some sex addict or anything like that, because i'm-i'm not." but how could anybody believe that when angel had gotten him hard, in some sense, three times now in less than a twenty four hour timeframe. maybe it was because it'd been such a long time since he felt excited for something as simple as physical touch, knowing that there was true emotion behind angel's words and his actions weren't driven by the desire to come by any means. "you've always been so careful with me, you've always gone out of your way to care for me. how am i not supposed to be turned on by you? emotionally—" he felt guilty, knowing that others could see that garam used angel emotionally before he had the chance to realize it, himself, "i'm so sorry for having done this to you. i mean, i'm sure you've had lovers in the mean time but waiting and watching the things i've done, how i've behaved, who i associated with... i'm not a good boy, i shouldn't be rewarded when i've been so bad." he slowly moved his hands away from his lap, letting them fall from his thighs to rest on top of the mattress on each side of his calves; his fingers grasping at the material below them. "we should eat," he blurted out, thinking if he changed the subject quick enough, angel wouldn't have a chance to process what he'd said and respond. "you're hungry and i'm hungry. and-and there's a lot i have to buy and i don't want to be out too late... you know, just in case." the last thing he wanted was to risk running into axel and have their day together ruined.
Hearing Garam ask him to join the hunt for warmer socks was enough to put him at ease. What Angel didn’t expect was the man’s full confession. He sat there quite with a blank stare. But because he wasn’t listening but more from shock. All of this was going on in his mind? Angel thought himself unable to fathom how Garam even functioned with all of that going on. However, he stayed completely silent until he seemed the man ran out of breath from his gasping. Angel’s eyes softened as he leaned forward and kissed the other man’s hands. “I’m sorry I wasn’t clear about my feelings. Each word followed with a soft kiss to Garam’s hands. “Since when do you care about annoying me? Garam you are my best friend first before anything else. That will never change.” Angel smiled as he moved closer looking at the way the man was sitting. Angel always found him cutest like this. So flustered and unsure, “I don’t regret what we did Garam. Not right now. I’m still working through some things. Some days I’m okay and some days it hard to get out of bed. But what I want you to focus on is how I feel about you. That is what I was trying to say earlier.” He continued wanting to cover everything Garam said. Angel wanted to show him he was listening and took all his words seriously. “Well baby, you made a rule and I made a rule. We have plenty of time to work up to that. What a beautiful mess you would make. Don’t be scared I’ll never do anything you are not comfortable with. And I’ll never do anything I don’t want to do. I appreciate you being worried for me but I’m a big boy. I’ll speak up for myself” Angel cooed putting his face inches from Haram’s hands, “please look at me baby, I want to see your handsome face” he whispered kissing his hands once more. Angel smirked as he leaned closer to the other man’s ear, “So you thought about me? What exactly did you picture Garam? You don’t think I want more of you? Hearing you moan for me, like the good boy you are?” He was having too much fun with this. How could he not get turned on by the way Garam was talking. However, he pulled back when the man invited him once again out with him shopping, “Tour deer really caught me by surprise. Just warn me next time they are freezing. But I would love to help you shop for anything you need. It’s still early we can cuddle some more…or you know I could go another round?” He grinned as he playfully bit the man’s ear lobe before pulling away. “After I can cook for us and we head out shopping. How does that sound?”
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✞⛧Sevika/Abby/Ellie if you cheated on them ✞⛧
Warnings: Mentions of cheating, angst m?
✞⛧ Sevika ✞⛧
✞⛧ Sevika doesn’t react right away. She’s too angry, too betrayed to speak. The silence between you two feels suffocating. She just stares at you, her grey eyes turning cold like metal, her jaw clenched so tight you can almost hear her teeth grind.
✞⛧ She’ll act like it doesn’t bother her at first. She’s tough. She’s not the kind of person who lets things like this get to her. But the truth is, it cuts deeper than any blade. The realization that you—her person, her ally, the one person she’d let in—would do this to her? It’s too much. It’s a betrayal she can’t shake off.
✞⛧ Don’t expect her to shout, to throw things, to cry. Sevika doesn’t cry. She’ll leave instead, disappearing for a few hours, but when she comes back, she’s colder than before. Her metal arm will be clenched tight, and her voice will be low, almost a growl, when she speaks.
✞⛧ She’ll corner you in a room and ask in the most dangerous tone possible, “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think I’m that stupid?” But there’s no yelling. It’s all calm, controlled rage.
✞⛧ Sevika will demand answers, but she won’t beg. She’ll force you to say the truth, to admit it, and when you do, her gaze will be so intense, so full of pain, that it’ll break your heart to see it. But she won’t show the hurt on her face. No, she’ll mask it with anger, with disgust.
✞⛧ She’ll remind you of everything she’s done for you. All the times she protected you, fought for you, killed for you. How she made you hers in every sense of the word. But now? Now you’ve thrown it all away for someone else. For what? A stupid mistake?
✞⛧ Sevika won’t scream. She won’t make a scene. But her body will shake with fury, her fists clenching at her sides. If you don’t beg her to stay, if you don’t apologize properly, she will walk away. Not even a backward glance.
✞⛧ You’ll feel the weight of her absence for days, weeks, months. When you come across her in public, you’ll see the way others look at you with pity, knowing what you did. But Sevika? She’ll act like you never existed. She’ll keep her distance, refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing her hurt.
✞⛧ She won’t immediately forgive you. It’ll take time. If she does forgive you, it’s not going to be easy. She’ll keep you at arm’s length, never fully trusting you again. And when she does decide to let you back in, there’s no guarantee you’ll be the same person you were before. You’ll have to prove you’re worthy of her trust again, and that won’t happen overnight.
✞⛧ If you beg for her forgiveness, don’t expect it to be given easily. Sevika’s pride won’t let her give in that quickly. She’ll make you work for it—show her you’re sorry, prove that you won’t do it again.
✞⛧ She’ll probably stop calling you “hers” for a while, at least until she knows she can trust you again. You’ll feel the sting of her indifference every time you see her with someone else, every time you hear her laugh with someone else.
✞⛧ But you know what’s worse than her coldness? The rare moments when she lets her guard down. When she finally speaks to you, when her voice cracks with the emotion she’s been holding back. That’s when you realize just how deeply she was hurt. That’s when the guilt eats you alive.
✞⛧ If you think Sevika won’t find a way to punish you, you’re dead wrong. She might not do anything overt, but she’ll make sure you feel the consequences. A cold shoulder. A brush off. A reminder that she’s a force to be reckoned with—and you’re not the only one who can be ruthless.
✞⛧ Sevika won’t apologize for anything, but her actions will eventually speak louder than words. If she’s willing to take you back, she’ll show you in the way she holds you when she thinks you’re asleep, in the way she keeps her arm around you when no one else is around. But even then, there’ll always be a part of her that’s guarded, that’s holding back. Because you’ve proven that even the strongest walls can come down. And she can never forget that.
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✞⛧Abby ✞⛧
✞⛧ Abby finds out in the worst way possible. You think you’ve been subtle, but she’s been watching, quietly observing every small change in your behavior. She notices the way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore, the way you avoid her touch, the way you get quiet after your phone buzzes. She knows. She always knows.
✞⛧ When she confronts you, she’s calm. Too calm. It makes your stomach drop because you know that when Abby is this still, this composed, it means she’s broken. Her voice doesn’t shake, but you can see the hurt in her eyes, even if she tries to hide it behind that stoic, cold façade.
✞⛧ Abby won’t scream. She won’t yell. She just… stops. She’s quiet for a long time, and that silence feels like it stretches on forever. It eats away at you, because the worst part is that she’s not angry—she’s disappointed. She’ll never yell. She won’t even beg you to explain. She’ll just leave. And that will hurt more than anything.
✞⛧ When she walks away, it feels like everything in her life just crumbled. All the walls she built to protect herself, everything she sacrificed, was because she trusted you. And now it feels like all of it is gone.
✞⛧ You’ll try to apologize, to explain that it was a mistake, but Abby’s not stupid. She’ll cut you off before you can even finish, her eyes sharp like knives, “Don’t you dare. I’m not stupid. Don’t make me regret ever giving you that trust.”
✞⛧ She won’t leave immediately, but she’ll pull away, emotionally, physically. Her touch? Gone. Her warmth? Gone. You’ll feel cold, like you’re just a ghost in her life now.
✞⛧ Every attempt to make things right will feel like it’s hitting a brick wall. You’ll buy her gifts, write her notes, try to touch her hand… but nothing works. She doesn’t want your apologies, she doesn’t want your gifts. She wants the trust that you broke—and now it’s gone forever.
✞⛧ You’ll regret it. Oh, you’ll regret it so hard. Because Abby Anderson isn’t the type to let go of people easily. When she loves, she loves deeply. And when she cuts someone out of her life, it’s like she never even knew them.
✞⛧ You’ll sit there, remembering the way her fingers would curl around yours, how she’d soften when she kissed you, the warmth of her body wrapped around yours at night. And then it hits you: I fucked up. You threw that all away.
✞⛧ And the worst part? When she’s gone, Abby won’t look back. She’ll keep moving forward. She’ll survive, like she always does, but it will kill her inside. Because she thought you were worth fighting for. And now, she’s fighting against herself. She’s fighting to forget you.
✞⛧ Maybe you’ll see her again, maybe you won’t. But every time you do, you’ll see the coldness in her eyes that wasn’t there before. You’ll see the wall between you, a divide she built to protect herself. She’ll never forgive you, not fully, and the pain of that will linger with you for as long as you live.
✞⛧ Abby doesn’t forgive easily, especially when it comes to betrayal. And now you’ll never be able to take back the damage you caused.
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✞⛧ Ellie ✞⛧
✞⛧ Ellie would feel a pit in her stomach, like someone just ripped her heart out and stomped on it. She doesn’t know if she wants to scream or cry, so she does both in her head while trying to stay calm on the outside.
✞⛧ She wouldn’t confront you right away. No, she’d need time to process. Maybe a couple days of silence where she avoids your gaze, her mind racing, but too hurt to speak up.
✞⛧ When she finally confronts you, it’s not with anger. It’s with quiet, devastated hurt. Her voice shakes, her hands trembling, and she’s trying to hold back tears. “Why? Was I not enough for you? What did I do wrong?”
✞⛧ She’s the type to think she’s messed up somehow. That she’s broken. Maybe you left because of something she couldn’t give you, maybe it’s her past catching up to her—her survivor’s guilt, her trauma.
✞⛧ The guilt would consume her. Even if you were the one in the wrong, Ellie would still find a way to blame herself. She’d second-guess everything she did for you. “Did I push you away? Was I too much?”
✞⛧ Her jealousy would become unbearable. Every time you talked to someone else, a dull ache would sting in her chest, knowing what happened. She’d try to act like she’s fine, but the weight of the betrayal would linger in her eyes.
✞⛧ If you tried to explain yourself, Ellie would shut down. She doesn’t want excuses. It’s too late for words now. She wants to forget everything and pretend like it never happened.
✞⛧ She’d probably push you away at first. Not because she doesn’t care, but because it hurts too much to love you knowing what you’ve done. She’d rather you hate her than face the possibility of being with you and feeling that same sting every time you touch her.
✞⛧ But deep down, she’d want you to fight for her. Not with words, but with actions. Show her that you’re sorry. Show her that you really want her. But she won’t admit it. Instead, she’ll act cold, distant, and self-destructive.
✞⛧ Ellie would start locking herself away even more. Her guitar would be the only thing that comforts her, strumming out painful, broken chords, her soul pouring into each note.
✞⛧ Every time she sees you, there’s this flicker of hope in her that maybe, just maybe, you’ll regret it, but it fades every time you look at her like she’s just a thing to you.
✞⛧ If you genuinely want to make amends, it would take a long time. Ellie’s not one to easily forgive, not when the wound is this deep. She’d need space to heal, but even then, she’d always wonder if you’d hurt her again.
✞⛧ She’d become distant, but in her quiet, fragile way, she’d want to be loved again—just not in the same way, because she can never go back to the naive hopefulness she had before. That part of her is gone.
✞⛧ The scars would remain. She could never forget, not fully. But she might forgive, in time—if only because, deep down, she still loves you. Even if it scares her. Even if it hurts too much.
✞⛧ But don’t be mistaken. She’s no fool. If you do it again, she’ll walk away. And she won’t look back.
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I've been reading your posts for awhile now and I genuinely enjoy reading your takes especially with Harry's characterization. so I've been wondering what are your thoughts on the lupin family? especially with teddy? although I still kinda dislike his parents' relationship i still think he's an interesting character and i wished people talked about him more outside of shipping. What would his relationship with harry be growing up? Also Lyall's death was never really confirmed, only hope's was so do you think he and Andromeda raised teddy instead of harry? It still feels odd that remus chose a 17 year old to be his son's godfather surely there were other suitable candidates than a literal teenager.
Thank you so much 💕
So, this is like entirely in my headcanon space since I did not watch/read Cursed Child and I'm not planning to. I don't consider any of the post-book material canon at all except the Quidditch World Cup in 2014, which I accept since it's fun and doesn't go out of its way to ruin established characters. I enjoyed reading it more than the epilogue, so that's something.
That being said, I often prefer to ignore many aspects of the epilogue and the World Cup article when headcanoning post-books events. I also don't engage much with next-gen stuff since I'm more interested in Harry's generation, but I do have some thoughts about Teddy.
With all this out of the way, let's talk about the Lupins.
So, I like Remadora, I think they're alright for the little we see of them. Tonks just deserves so much better than Lupin in my mind. I mean, he wanted to leave her, after he got her pregnant, for his own sense of inadequacy, guilt, and allergy to taking responsibility. Harry was so justified in ripping Remus a new one.
Now, I mentioned here, how I think Remus didn't make Harry Teddy's godfather because he thought Harry was ready (though Harry is more mature and responsible at 17 than Remus is at 37, so...), but as a way to promise Harry that he isn't going to push him, or Tonks, or anyone who loves him away anymore. It was Remus trying to apologize in a weird way that didn't really land. Especially since he goes and dies right after. (can you tell Remus is my least favorite marauder?)
Now, I find it really hard to imagine Remus as a father for Teddy had he lived. Like, I can see Tonks being a cool mom and her and Teddy matching hair colors when walking together and messing with people (and I think she could become more responsible had she lived longer). Remus is a harder one for me to envision as a parent. I mean, I think he'd be relieved that Teddy wasn't born a werewolf, but whenever he'd look at Teddy and Nymphadora, I think Remus couldn't help but feel sorry for himself and like he doesn't deserve them. While making Harry Teddy's godfather was meant to be a sort of promise, I can't see Remus fixing his habits so quickly. I mean, he'd try. But I can also see him, trying to up and leave a few times only to be talked out of it by various characters.
I think his behavior is going to put a lot of stress on Tonks too. Like, While I think they do love each other, I don't know how well their relationship would work in the long run if Remus doesn't bother to work on himself and get his fucking act together.
But in the books they both died, so Teddy is spared the mess his parents' relationship likely would've been and is instead stuck with a different mess of being an orphan with a 17-year-old caretaker. (This kid cannot win. Maybe because both his parents were kinda irresponsible and didn't quite get a grasp on adulthood when he was born)
So, post-DH, Remus and Tonks are dead, Ted Tonks is dead and we are left with a grieving Andromeda who lost all her family (again), a grieving Harry who just keeps losing people, and a newly orphaned barely a-year-old Teddy Lupin.
I think Teddy is an interesting mirror to baby Harry and Neville in a way. His parents died/couldn't take care of him because of Voldemort/his followers and he was left with only a godfather/grandmother. Teddy got both and his godfather isn't in Azkaban, so he has it a little better.
I like to imagine Harry makes sure to be super involved with Teddy's childhood, but I can't imagine a 17-year-old (almost 18) Harry post-war and maybe going back to Hogwarts for 8th year (depends on headcanon) being in a state to take care of a baby full time. I like to think Andy helps out in that first year a lot. I think Andy needs someone, some family to get her through loss. And I think Harry could enjoy Andy's company too. I'm sure she has plenty of stories about a young Sirius, and maybe even a young James, and in my headcanon, Andy somewhat adopts Harry as an extra son too.
Which means she ends up seeing way more Weasleys than she ever expected to. I think the Weasleys, who just lost Fred would understand a lot. I mean, both Andy and Molly lost a child and other family. I want Andromeda be more involved with all of them post-canon. That's my wish.
So Harry is Teddy's official guardian, but he spends loads of time with his grandma and the Weasleys growing up probably. Like, I don't mind him and Victoire being together, though I wouldn't necessarily have been my preferred choice, but I don't really care. They're probably childhood besties because they grew up together.
As for Teddy's relationship with Harry, I think Harry would end up treating him more like a much younger brother than a son. I mean, when Teddy would be 10, Harry would just be 27. Don't get me wrong, Harry could, technically, be his dad, but I think their dynamic is going to be different than that of Harry with his own children. Just because of how young and traumatized Harry is when he gets Teddy.
So, I think their relationship would have its tense points, but they'd also love each other. Like, you know Harry would do his best. He'd be super protective over Teddy, Andy would be, too. Like, no one messes with this kid.
But I also kinda want Teddy making a: "you're not my dad" joke/comment when Harry tries to send him to his room or something and Harry doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry the first time it happens. But I think it would become a recurring joke Harry laughs from.
I think the first years would be the roughest. Everyone's grieving and trying to settle back into a semblance of normal life. Harry never really had a "normal life" he's gonna have no idea what to do with himself and I think Teddy could be a purpose he dedicates himself to. I think these two and Andy could all help each other figure their lives out. But as Teddy grows older and things settle down, it becomes easier.
While I think Harry and Teddy would end up really close, it's not going to be exactly the same relationship Harry and Sirius had. Teddy is going to have a happy childhood, Harry and Andy wouldn't let it be any other way, so he won't have the same grief and trauma Harry did as a child. Like, their dynamic would be less desperate, I think. Like, Harry wouldn't need to stay in a cave and eat rats for Teddy, their situation would be way chiller. Like, I think Harry would be constantly confused about how Teddy ended up being such a cool kid/teen because he doesn't think he could've raised him like that and he would joke about it with Teddy who'd be all sarcastic like: "Obviously, I raised myself here,"
Like, I imagine Teddy with his mother's punk fashion sense and goofiness (the goofiness I believe was 100% shared by Ted Tonks), Remus' voice and constant self-doubt, Andromeda's posture (he sits with his back perfectly straight, okay, Andy didn't let him slouch by the table), and Harry's sarcasm. He's like this mix of them and still his own person.
I think Teddy is likely to go through quite a lot of personal phases to try and figure out his own identity and how he portrays himself. Becouse everyone treats him as the godson of the famed boy who lived, but his dead parents were the last Metamorphmagus and a Werewolf. And he is very close to his grandma, who is a disowned daughter of House Black. Like, this is a kid rip for angst about who he is and who people see him as and him being a Metamorphmagus really leans into it.
Like, a young Teddy making sure to look like Harry in public because he's proud of the connection. Or Teddy mimicking Remus or Tonks' appearance from photos when he thinks about them and misses them or wants to remind strangers who his parents actually are becouse they seem to forget. Like, that could be super fun.
I think Harry's kids would really like Teddy. He's like a cool older cousin/brother who lives with them. Like, I can see them really looking up to him and Teddy would complain to Harry about being followed around by a 3-year-old that won't leave him alone and Harry would just find the whole thing amusing.
(I can also see a post-war Andromeda getting back in touch with Narcissa, so you could involve the Malfoys too if you felt like it. Though I feel like Teddy would just, not like Lucius much)
(Also also, I think Lyall is dead. I feel like if he was alive we would know, yk?)
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astro notessss - part ???
mars in pisces easily catches feelings because they won’t ever stop thinking about that one person. Most of times they don’t even know the person, it’s just what they feel. And they tend to have a very sweet approach to love, lots of emotions, kinda like not being able to fck around with other people once they’re in love. They also feel like they have to vocalize it to get over it.
mercury in any fire sign (leo/aries/sagittarius) are always having to tell people it’s just a joke lol they tend to be very direct and their type of humor is usually so stupid, it sounds like their making fun of everyone but it’s also usually their love language. they love when people match their energy, they feel free to say anything and they lovee ittt. another thing is If they don’t fck with you, they won’t even bother to talk to you.
moon in pisces struggles a lot to open up. it’s such a weird thing because they wear their heart in their sleeve so everyone knows they’re not doing well, people notice there’s something off, you can even see it in their face and eyes, but a moon in pisces will never be able to fully talk about it, it’s almost like talking about it makes it real and they don’t want any negative feelings. We all know they live in their own dream world, where it’s safe and peaceful and happy. and it’s all good until it hits them; reality. And they hate it. they want to crawl back in bed, fall asleep for days. They need to shut their minds off so it’s very common for them to develop escape mechanisms. really bad habits that make them feel so good.
venus in aquarius is an interesting placement. it reminds me a lot of venus in virgo and I do think they have a lot of things in common but even when they happen to be very similar, I still think venus in aquarius is more complex than that. They need reassurance in any way possible because it makes them feel safe but they are too afraid to committing to someone and having to emotionally depend on someone. And it’s not that they’re disloyal, if anything they’re one of the most loyal placements. they love imperfections, they love the real and raw. they understand there’s more to people and they accept people. but they’re afraid of it. they don’t think someone will be able to love their imperfections, so as soon as they start feeling too much, they take a couple steps back. they suddenly need some space. or at least that’s what they think they need. and it’s always something that they can’t even understand themselves.
Mars in sagittarius are the most passive aggressive unlike the other fire mars (aries/leo). They will never want to be seen as the crazy ones but they say and do things to push people’s buttons. It’s interesting how they can turn the table on others lol they be doing sht and acting so surprised if you do it to them. Usually mars in aries or leo are more out there and direct, they don’t care to look crazy lol … Alsooo sagittarius is very open when it comes relationships, they are prone to cheat because they need the excitement and the adrenaline to keep them motivated. They’re likely into threesomes or polyamory. And are definitely big flirtss lol
Moon in leo are full of strong feelings. This is when leo is taking over the emotions so if they’re sad, they’re going to feel really sad. If they’re happy, you’re able to see it from a mile away. Leo usually wears their heart in their sleeve even though they try to hide their feelings a lot. Leo naturally loves attention but only the good kind. This placements almost feels like wanting to just throw yourself out there but being too afraid to be judged. Pride also plays a big thing here. Whenever they feel offended or unwanted, they’ll go away. They don’t talk. Being alone it’s sometimes not a good thing for this placement because they get so lost in their sadness, they need some good people and some good words to lift them up again.
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mountebank chem pt. four teaser+moodboard (JYH x reader).
this mini series is part of the love's an uncharted path universe ★.
status: wip (i still have a bit to go, sorry ya'll). chapter title: i love you, i'm sorry. word count (so far, more to go): 15.8k teaser word count: 1.2k posted: 01/26/2025 taglist: @kyunlov, @tinyelfperson, @ultrapinkvoidbouquet, @kyeomooniee, @fairylover68, @sushiinmidnight, @qveenbunni, @potatomountain, @svintsandghosts, @blue5ummer, @fancypeacepersona, @hyukssunflower, @i-love-ateez, @alsomimi, @e3ellie, @st3ft0n3s, @hotteokkay
notes: hey everyone... how ya'll doing... OKAY, SO. I've been writing like crazy these past couple of days and I explained it in a post before but I just want to let everyone know that I'm a little busy with life, finding a remote stable job (or a job at all at this point) is a little hard, especially when the only thing you do succesfully is being a writer lmao. so I've been focusing on that instead of this but!!! I'm almost done with this chapter. I do think we're getting a chapter five, a shorter one, just to kind of explain how everything goes after the end of chapter four and that's going to be cooking as soon as this chapter goes live! ANYWAY. I wanted to give you all a little teaser that covers a little of what's to come in this one. it's my favorite one so far, too, so I'm really looking forward to you reading it!
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thank you all for being so patient and into the teaser we go.
Making a mental list to organize and prioritize everything you need to do, you barely register footsteps echoing in the long hall. You should’ve, because it’s lunchtime and there’s no one on the floor, but you don’t.
And so when the person you least want to see comes through the door and lets out a heavy sigh, you turn to him like he grew a second nose over the course of the twenty minutes you last saw each other.
“I hate it here, I truly do.”
It almost makes you want to laugh, but you remain stoic as you move through the office. You take a few boxes and you put them down on the floor until there’s some light leaking through the window and illuminating the space enough for it not to give you a headache as you work.
Sitting on your brother's chair, barely sparing him another glance before turning on the desk computer and pulling up an empty document. You click and tap a few meaningless things: You pick the font, you mess with the font size for a second before setting it back to its default. Anything to help you look busy and not like your heart is going a million miles per second.
“Can I help you with anything, Yunho?”
Blurry, in the background, you can see him look around the office, probably taking the mess in. He moves too, walks until his expensive shoes are tip to tip with a literal mannequin resting against the wall.
You stop paying attention as you write the date and the proposal title. Something simple, something that both your father and the CEO of the dumb not-approved-by-you company that has you in this predicament can understand. You hate to say that you assume they’re not very smart if they put out such a dated and non profitable idea for their company.
Still, you try to address Yunho like nothing’s bothering you and like you’re not nervous you two are in a room alone after everything that went down.
“You can ask Seonghwa what that means,” you start, sighing like his friend and your brother are hopeless. Because maybe that’s what they are. “They’re not running any ideas by me even though I’m the one that spends the most time in this office, so.”
“Hm,” he starts and you can hear him walking around, but your focus is now on the first few words of the proposal. You realize there’s really nothing you can start before speaking with marketing and so you open the notes app, to have a list of ideas to run through them at least. “Thought you worked from home.”
“I do. I have an office three floors down, too.” It’s easy sharing information with him now, especially if it means there’s something to talk about that’s not… Well, the kiss. “I hate it, it’s in a corner and people can see into it. It’s easier to work here.”
“And Soohyun hyung doesn’t mind?”
“Considering he’s never here, I doubt it.”
“Cool, cool.”
There’s something in his tone that makes you want to look up, lump in your throat growing in size enough for you to cough it away. You don’t look up, you can’t look up even if you’ve misspelled the word rebrand like four times already.
But then the light you managed to cast onto the space disappears completely. You feel something besides you, the soft material of an expensive suit blazer grazing your arm and cheek. You see veiny, masculine hands secure themselves around the arms of the chair before he’s turning you to face him.
You gulp.
He’s leaning down close, closer than he should be, closer than what he’s allowed to be considering anyone can walk in on you. You’re flushing, you can feel the redness creep up your neck and heating your ears and face before you gather the courage of raising a questioning brow. Yunho stays silent, his eyes scanning your face and briefly landing on your lips before returning your stare.
“Can I help you with anything, Yunho?” You ask him again, quieter this time, voice trembling a little.
“Princess,” he starts, the corner of his lip raising just a little, like it’s funny he has to say what he’s about to say, “are you ghosting me?”
Shit.
“Why would you— Why would I—,” a nervous chuckle abandons you and then you huff, trying to seem offended at his accusation, “W-what do you mean by that?”
Leaning into your space a tiny bit more, he repeats “Are you ghosting me?”
Creasing your brow, you straighten in the chair but do nothing to pull him away “No.”
“Then what about the ten messages I sent you and you left on delivered?”
Faking a surprised gasp, you move to take your phone out of the pocket of your jacket and unlock it to swipe through your messages “You did? Oh, my God, I’ve been soooo busy.”
“You’re shit at lying to me.”
“I’m not lying to you—”
“Are you okay?”
Your eyes snap from the phone to his face, genuine annoyance creasing your eyebrows this time.
“You don’t have to ask me that everytime you see me, Jeong.”
“But are you?” He asks as you finally find his chat and open the messages you dreaded to see the entire time that passed. There’s a few of them practically begging you to speak to him, one apologizing for the kiss and the other ones you don’t even see because Yunho is taking the phone from your hand and placing it on the desk next to you. “I mean, what happened didn’t trigger anyth—”
You hate he’s this considerate with you, even after you clearly walked out of the situation with a poorly formulated excuse.
“What happened was a mistake.”
Yunho physically deflates and lets the chair go, the tension on your shoulders lifting a little now that he’s not as close.
“What?”
“It was a mistake, we shouldn’t have done that. We’re professionally obligated to work together, fake all of this together, so it shouldn’t…” You pause and consider for a bit before doing something you never do: take the blame “I shouldn’t have. I apologize.”
Letting out a breath, you turn the chair and delete the misspelled rebrand to write it the correct way, heart too weak to even look at his reaction. It doesn’t matter anyway, you’re never doing anything like it again.
You hear him shuffle with the boxes at both your feet and, from the corner of your eye, you see him turning away from you and then back, hands on his hips “I don't think it was a mistake.”
“Well, it was.”
“I liked it.”
That brings out a genuine, short lived laugh out of you “Thank you, I’m a great kisser.”
You open your brother’s email and pretend there’s an urgent matter inside the contents of one of them until Yunho’s hand closes over yours, over the mouse.
“Y/N.”
There’s a lot of things about Jeong Yunho you hate: The swoop of his hair when there’s no gel on it, the free aspect to his nature you’re never going to get even if you try to, that one time he called you an ugly giant after wearing platforms for the first time ever.
And the sweetness of his voice when he says your name, the plea you hear on it and the shudder it brings to your spirit. It shakes you, it moves you to look at him again, to actually take his feelings into consideration.
He’s staring at you with so much hurt, it makes your heart sink into an abyss of guilt.
“Hm?”
“I think I like you.”
Oh.
Well, well, well... If it isn't the enemy turning into a potential lover time. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THE TEASER. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
© jensthwa, 2025.
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It's okay, i like to suffer..
Imagine an argument with Toby, where the reader yells at Toby "You're worse than your father" shit-
Poor man
Toby Rogers x Reader. Angst! Short.
give this man a break.
Content/Warnings; mild language, mentions of abuse, intimidation, arguing.
Things had become tense, unnerving and Toby wasn't acting himself. No matter how many times you asked or offered if he wanted to talk, he would give you nothing but a cold shoulder. To be frank, he was treating you like shit and despite it all you bit your tongue. You didn't want to argue, you didn't want to fight because you knew deep down Toby was battling things you couldn't understand. He got like this sometimes but most the time it was a phase, something where in a week or two he would be back to his usual self - this time it was different. Your boyfriend, once so bubbly, loving, became nothing but an empty shell of a person. His words were spiteful, filled with hate and you were starting to question your relationship to begin with. How badly you wanted to open his head and see what the fuck was going on in there. There were certain things you could tolerate within a degree, a shitty attitude or even some back chat here and there but Toby's whole personality shifted into somebody you didn't even recognise anymore.
So, these feelings and silenced rage burned inside you, pondering whether you should voice your concerns or whether it would be a battle not worth fighting for. You wanted to reach out and ask for advice, from Tim perhaps or even Brian; to see if maybe they were having issues with Toby but you knew that Toby would only throw some sort of bitch fit over it. How other people are 'not involved in our relationship' and how 'they don't want to hear your issues.' These words, despite not leaving visible marks; left something a lot deeper in your soul. The relationship was crumbling and not even sex could change his shitty ways - not that Toby was particularly interested in sex as of late anyway.
With pen and paper, you sat at the table. You weren't sure what you wanted to write, where to begin but you knew that you needed Toby to understand how you felt. Admittedly, a part of you questioned if he would even bother to read it considering he had no time to even sit down and talk to you, it was an attempt nevertheless. Only you didn't know where to start, what to write in particular and as seconds churned into minutes and then minutes were wasted and turned into hours - you were still sat on the same chair, tapping the pen relentlessly against the corner of the table. You were never one to speak about your feelings however every healthy relationship meant communication and if Toby wasn't going to try; you could at least. Wetting your lips with the glass of water beside you, you ran a hand through your hair, dumbfounded by the whole situation. This shouldn't be happening, it felt selfish admittedly and you were getting more and more frustrated with him as time ticked on.
Before you could even conjure up the right words and as if on perfect timing, Toby pushed open the door and stepped inside the small confides of the cabin. He barely glanced toward your direction as he trudged toward the kitchen, leaving the environment to become immediately tense and hostile. You shuffled on the chair, unsure what to say, how to begin as you glanced over your shoulder at the brunette; who was busying himself with getting his own glass of water. Jaw tensing and lips pursing, you sucked in a steady breath.
"Hey," your voice was soft as it broke the silence between the two of you, Toby's back remained facing you as he seemingly ignored you. Your heart churned, aching for some sort of attention that you had been craving for restless weeks. Why had he become so cruel? Toby didn't respond, which only bubbled that rage within you. With a huff, you stood up suddenly, the chair scraping beneath you as you turned to face him. Your movements were sudden, fierce and you were becoming impatient. "So, is this our relationship now?" you called out, hands on hips as you glared into his back. "I can't even get a hello back? Am I that irrelevant to you?"
Toby's hands bawled into fists on the counter at your words, his body visibly tensing as he exhaled a sigh. You could only await for an answer anxiously, your heart pounding as if the thought of him suddenly lashing out terrified you. You knew Toby would never lay a hand on you but you knew his words were more hurtful than fists alone.
"Can we n-nnot talk about t-this?" Was all he mumbled as he raised the glass of water to his lips. You felt yourself sigh in relief, surprised that he even spoke to you as you slowly crept forward toward him. Extending a hand out, you gently touched his shoulder. He stiffened at the unexpected touch and eventually shrugged your hand off. Despite his visible boundary, you weren't going to suffer in silence anymore and so you pressed further.
"Can't you just tell me what's wrong?" you begged softly, stepping to now place yourself beside him so you could glance up at his face. Toby's gaze remained on the counter before him, avoiding your own intense stare. "Why can't we talk now?" you continued to press.
"Just ff-fuck off, you're always up my ass-" Toby grumbled, pushing himself off the counter to begin descending down the hall. You were too deep into it now and you were desperate for an answer, so you quickly followed.
"Just talk to me, please, I'm literally begging you-" you reached you, grabbing his arm and tugging on it softly in desperation. Toby once again freed his arm from your touch, pausing in the hallway. You also stopped, watching eagerly in hopes that maybe he would suddenly turn and pull you into an embrace.
"Everything everyone has s-ssaid about you is slowly ss-starting to make sense," Toby spat from over his shoulder, finally turning to face you. "You're so ff-fucking annoying." His words were like venom, filled with pure hatred as you felt your heart split in two. His words shocked you, the sudden outburst unexpected and you had no idea how nasty and spiteful Toby could truly be. Narrowing your eyes in confusion, you bit back tears as your lips pursed. To make matters worse, he continued. "No wonder nobody ll-likes you.. because I fucking hate you." He emphasised the word hate, index finger outstretched and pointing at you in the air as his once soft, brown eyes, glared toward you. You lowered your head in shame, feeling as if everything you had ever vented to him about was now being turned toward you. Toby usually got pretty spiteful at times like this but his words were something else, a secret he had kept buried within him - words that had been lurking for awhile, aching to be told to you.
"Fuck you-" you spat, feeling the tears spill over as your body shook from the adrenaline. "I was there for you when you needed me the most." It was hard to find the right words because you were so angry and so upset that you was practically shaking. A part of you wanted to punch something or to leave even, to never come back and have nothing to do with him. Remaining stood, you shook your head in disbelief. "You- You-" you were grasping at straws as Toby creeped closer to you, towering over your frame and only making you stumble on your words more. Despite the intimidation, you held your ground as you glanced down at your feet - a sense of shame creeping over your entire body.
Had Toby really felt this way toward you? Was this really the end of your relationship? A part of you wondered why, what made him feel this way all of a sudden? Were it someone else? Though you greatly denied it, it felt as if you'd been stabbed and you couldn't comprehend the feelings bubbling and brewing in the pit of your stomach. As cheesy was it was, a part of you had hoped that perhaps you two would stay together forever. Only that dream came crumbling down at his words, the way he looked at you with hatred as you tried to comprehend what was unfolding before you. It felt like nothing but a dream, a terrible, terrible dream and you wanted nothing more than to just wake up.
"I'm what?" Toby growled softly and you felt his shadow loom over you as your brows furrowed.
"You are just like your father," you spat through grit teeth, finally looking up at him with a shaky breath. "A good for nothing asshole that likes to make people feel like nothing but pure shit." You flinched at your own words, the hatred that spewed from you as you began to attack Toby's own insecurities. "You may have killed him, but he's there, in the way you talk, the way you act. You won't accept it, you won't admit it but deep down you know it's true."
Silence seeped in through the empty cracks of the cabin as Toby stared down at you in disbelief, eye twitching slightly as his lips pursed. His anger was bubbling and you could see it but he did not act on his feelings, shock settling across his system as he remained silent. Your words hurt more than any punch or slap he had earnt in his childhood because deep down, it were true. Toby was his child, his father, though not here in person, lived through his hair, his eyes and actions. Toby's hands had been unkind just like his fathers and slowly, he was starting to become more and more like him. A fate unescapable as he slowly backed up away from you, peeling his gaze away to the floor in his own shame and remorse. His feet stumbled as he backed up, back connecting with the wall as he leant against it for a moment. You could only watch, sucking in heavy breaths as you watched him process your words, practically fighting with himself right before you. There was an ache, an ache to reach out and comfort him but how could you after saying something so cruel?
"I'm sorry-" The brunette choked out as his voice broke, clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle his choked sobbing. His father died for being so cruel and now he was beginning to question why he was still here too? A family curse to be unkind, cruel. Despite the attempt to remain strong, a sense of pity and guilt flooded your system and instinctively you stepped forward to reach out for him; to pull him into an embrace and apologise for your own cruelty. "No, st-sstay away-" he barked out, stepping away from you as he turned his back to face you. You gasped as you watched him stumble past you toward the door, grabbing the handle and swinging it open. Toby always ran from his problems, his issues but he couldn't run away from himself. Quickly you followed.
"No, please-" you begged softly, hands outstretched to grab him. Toby flinched away from your touch, one foot already out the door.
"Don't come near me, I could hurt you-" he uttered before disappearing out the door.
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Relaxing Days
(Crosshair x Reader)
This one is kind of an OOC Crosshair cause I think he’s just a touch starved, misunderstood man. I took this idea from a previous fic in my drafts and turned it into some soft Crosshair smut!
(Divider done by @snotbuggle)
Warnings: SMUTT, first time! Reader, slight insecure reader, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, nipple play, pet names, Crosshair is a soft boi, check ins, consent is key, p in v sex, fluffy ending.
Words: 5.5K+
The snarky sniper of Clone force 99 or The Bad Batch, had taken a liking to you almost immediately after you joined the squad as their general. You seemed to be one of the only people outside of his squad of brothers that he trusted with his life. And that was saying something because it usually took him a long time to trust people but with you, it took merely a day.
When you first joined the squad, the others were sceptical but welcoming nonetheless, never having had a proper general to answer too. Wrecker was the first to warm up, knowing that he could joke with you and never be judged. The others were shocked when it was Crosshair who warmed up to you next, finding comfort in your presence and being nice to you. Tech had even tried to take Crosshairs temperature and run a few test before the sniper scowled and smacked him away.
It happened after you returned to Coruscant, back from a long, strenuously mission that you broke through Crosshair’s hard exterior. You matched his stubbornness head on but still showed him unwavering kindness, even if he had been cold to you when you first joined. He respected you even more when he realized that you wouldn’t take his shit, conceding his respect and reciprocating your kindness.
After that, he began to open up to you. He would crack jokes with you much to the surprise of his brothers. But that helped them to feel more comfortable with you as their general. You had even over heard Hunter say to the Tech and Echo once, “if Crosshair likes her, then how bad could it be?”
Crosshair would tell you stories about their cadet days and about missions they took on before you had become their general. Even at late hours of the night, he would come knocking on the door to your quarters, asking to talk or just wanting to be held, to cuddle when he couldn't sleep. You never objected, letting the misunderstood, touch starved trooper in, holding him close until the sun shone through your window in the morning and sometimes even after that.
The rest of the squad took notice of Crosshair’s more relaxed behaviour as the weeks went by, noting that he had much less of a temper now that you were around. He would join the team in joking around and was much less bothered by Wrecker’s childish antics, even initiating some jokes.
The Batch was pleasantly surprised by how kind Crosshair was to you but, Hunter especially, was happy to see his little brother finally somewhat relaxed. He was glad that Crosshair had found someone who he felt comfortable with and even if it wasn’t him or any of the other batch members, at least he had someone.
Through his hard exterior, you could see that he was a soft, misunderstood man under there, looking for a purpose, looking to be loved by someone. And you showed him that he had a purpose in life other than to be a soldier, that he deserved love and that you loved him.
~Time Skip~
Locked in a heated makeout session, you and Crosshair were in your quarters aboard the Negotiator 2.0 spending time together. The other members of the Bad Batch were off doing their own thing, unaware of what was currently going on between their General and sniper behind closed doors.
After another successful joint mission with the 212th, General Kenobi thought it best to give the men a much needed break, sighting their good work. Everyone had been excited for the rest as they awaited their next orders. That's what led you and Crosshair to this moment, some quiet time alone in your quarters. You and him hadn't gotten to spend a lot of alone time together because of how many non stop missions you had been sent on.
You had been a couple for a few months now and, with the exception of Hunter, because nothing got past him, no one knew. You were courting in secret because it wasn’t something you wanted everyone to know just yet. And with you being a Jedi and Crosshair a clone, it would get you both in trouble if the wrong people found out about your relationship. That’s why you and Crosshair agreed to keep your relationship on the down low.
Since then, you and Crosshair had been sneaking around, trying to find more and more places for you fun "games". This wasn't the first time you've been like this but it's never really gone all the way.
You were nervous for your first time having sex, never having had it before. Yes, you and Crosshair had engaged in foreplay with hand jobs and fingering but nothing past that. You were afraid you wouldn't be good enough for him, not having the experience her had in this department as well as other reasons.
Right now, you were sat on top of Crosshair’s lap, straddling him as his hands massaged your thighs. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You pulled away from the kiss breathless, resting your foreheads together and smiling at each other. Crosshair had such an amazing smile and you were saddened that he didn’t show it off more. Then again, if you got to see it everyday then you’d be happy.
“Crosshair?” Your voice was quiet, almost like you felt the romantic atmosphere would disappear if you were any louder. The man below you responded with a short ‘hmm’, his lips travelling down to kiss at your neck.
"I think I’m ready," you whispered to him, taking hold of his face and bringing it up to look at you, holding it gently in your hands. His eyes went wide as he pulled away from you slightly, searching your eyes for reassurance. He knew that this was new territory for you, attachments and relationships forbidden for Jedi though most were not celibate. But you had confided in him that even if sex was a loop hole, you didn’t want just anyone, you wanted a connection with someone.
"A-are you sure Cyar’ika? I mean I am too but I just want you to be fully ready so you won't reg-" Crosshair began to ramble but you cut him off with short, reassuring kiss to his lips. The lips that had whispered so many loving words to you in the late hours aboard the marauder, flying through hyperspace or between missions in your quarters on Kamino.
"I'm sure Crosshair. I want you to be my first," you said, shrugging off your top robes as reassurance for him, making him smile and nod. He slowly helped you pull the remainder of your robes off, pulling your undershirt up over your head, discarding the piece of clothing on the floor.
Crosshair’s upper armour was soon to follow, hands working diligently to remove it with your help. You moved down to his legs, removing the armour adorning his slim yet muscular thighs. You were careful when removing it, being mindful that the clones took pride in their armour which was no exception for the Batch. Once his armour was full removed, Crosshair pulled you back up and onto his lap, hands finding their way to your ass.
The top half of his blacks soon followed his armour to the floor as you lifted the shirt up and over his head, feeling his lean yet muscular body as you went. Crosshsir wasn't a super big man, his genetic makeup modified to be of a slimmer size to better suit his position as the team sniper. Even if he wasn’t a large man, he was still muscular and fit, tall and agile. No matter what he looked like, you loved him just the same.
You smiled as he moved his hands up and down your sides, still looking a little hesitant, as if unsure that you were fully ready and committed to this.
“Are you sure this is what you want mesh’la? Because I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop if you change your mind.” Crosshair said, wanting to hear you say it one more time.
You kissed his soft lips again, trying your best to convey to him that you really wanted to do this before pulling away to take off your breast band, throwing it to the floor with your shirts and the rest of your clothing.
“I’m sure Crosshair. Please, I want you.”
Crosshair looked down at your breasts hungrily, his eyes meeting yours, silently asking for permission to start. You nodded shyly, closing your eyes before taking hold of his wrists and bringing his hands up to massage your chest. You moaned softly as he took one of your hardeneding buds between his thumb and index finger, tweaking and rolling it.
His unoccupied hand moved up your body to your lips, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip before you engulfed it into your mouth to suck. Yours eyes met again, not breaking contact as you sucked his thumb. It was such a sensual act to Crosshair that he let out a chuckle before groaning at your eagerness. He pulled his finger out of your mouth slowly, being sure to hold your lip open before moving his other hand down to play with your neglected nipple.
“Fuck Crosshair, that feels so good.” With his fingers doing such a great job on just your breasts, you felt as thought you would cum just from nipple simulation. His fingers were long and the pads soft, making his hands perfect for jobs like this. You moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck softly, picking up the pace as satisfied moans continued to fall from your lips. As he worked on you chest, you started to grind you hips against his crotch, making him moan around you nipple.
Crosshair pulled away from your chest with a slight pop, moving his hands down to your hips. He gripped your love handles gently yet firmly and began to meet your hips with his, grinding against your clothed core making you both moan.
"Cross, Fuck," you moaned, burying your face in his neck to try and muffle your sounds. You kissed and nipped at the skin of his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob with your affections. You moved your hands down to his pants, pulling at the drawstring of his blacks and feeling the waists of them slacken slightly.
You had never told him so but he looked sexy in just his blacks. He always looked sexy no matter what he was wearing and now, you could see him fully nude which would finally complete the fantasy you had envisioned many time before. You groaned as the image slotted itself in your mind, the picture making your core wet and ready for him.
Crosshair moved his hands down to the hem of your pants, unbuckling your belt and pulling it off, tossing it to the floor. You smiled at him and got off of his lap, standing up beside the bed before slowly, teasingly, sliding your pants down your legs. Crosshair watched with bated breath as you stripped off your last layer, stepping out of them and leaving you in your black panties.
Crosshair watched in awe, seeing you in nothing but your panties was an image he was determined to commit to memory. His hands reached for your hips again, running them up and down as he admired your gorgeous physique.
“Mesh’la,” he murmured, entranced by your beauty. Your cheeks were tinted a light pink as you too in his words, feeling bashful about the way he was looking at you though you did nothing to cover yourself.
Crosshair let a smile grace his lips as he stood up with you, removing his hands from your hips and pushing the bottoms of his blacks down and off, leaving him in his boxers. You watched with hungry eyes as his black came off, getting down on your knees in front of him. Your eyes met again and you never broke the contact as your hand came to palm his clothed erection, feeling his cock flex through his boxers.
Crosshair moaned softly, running his fingers through your hair as you palmed him, "S-stop teasing (Y/N)," he whimpered, a sound that you never imagined would come out of the snarky snipers mouth. He was always very careful with his words and the things that came off his tongue, but in this moment, hearing such a vulnerable sound come from him made you giddy.
You smirked up at Crosshair, feeling your confidence grow as you slowly pulled down his boxers, letting them pool at his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, resuming his position in front of you. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, your hand coming up to stroke his cock. Crosshair sighed in relief, legs shaking slightly as he moved back to sit on the bed, you following him dutifully.
You ran your hands up and down Crosshair’s thighs, kissing up his inner thighs until you reached his cock. You made eye contact with him again as you brought your tongue to his tip, kitten licking it while your other hand stoked his base. Crosshair sighed as he threaded his fingers through your hair again, just resting it there and not pushing you further. You carefully and, quite skillfully, took him into your mouth and began to bob your head up and down.
"Oh dear maker!" Crosshair moaned almost breathlessly, trying and failing to keep his hips still. He gently and gently thrusted his hips, encouraging but not forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. You smiled around him before taking his entire length, right down to base, in your mouth. You gagged slightly, never having done this before but trying your best to make it good for him. And Crosshair was long, and had some girth to him which made it more difficult but you persevered.
"Oh kriff cyar’ika, that feels so good," Cross moaned, continuing to thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You squeezed his balls as you took him, feeling the heavy weight of his sack pulse as his hips stuttered. He gripped your hair and held your head down at his cock pulsed, not being able to hold it in any longer.
“Can I-“ he barely got the words out as you nodded, deepthroating him as he came with a shout, his cum flooding your throat. You gagged as he came, sucking on his cock through his orgasm as he began to soften in your mouth.
Crosshair removed his hand from your hair, panting as he came down from his high, legs twitching and chest heaving. He reached down slightly and held your chin in his hand, watching as you swallowed his load. You pulled off his cock with a small pop, a string of saliva connecting you to his softening length as you too in deep breaths, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
Crosshair groaned softly, his hands reaching under your arms, pulling you up off the floor and into his lap again. He kissed you deeply and you happily obliged, your tongues moving together. Cross didn’t care that he could taste himself on your tongue, still in the afterglow of what was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. You could feel him hardening again, his enhanced genetics meaning he had stamina to spare. You smiled into the kiss, giggling as you pulled away and buried your face in his neck.
"What is so funny kitten?" Crosshair asked, his voice thicker than normal, gruff and sexy to your ears. You whimpered softly into his neck just from hearing the words roll off his silver tongue, the tongue you wanted to badly to feel against your cunt.
"You," you said, smiling into his neck and placing small kisses along the side. He chuckled and pulled you away from his neck, kissing you deeply once more before coaxing you stand again. Crosshair ran his hands up your tights to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs to reveal your beautiful pussy to him. You shyly crossed your legs once your panties were on the floor, a pink hugh tinting your cheeks.
“Don’t hide cyar’ika. You’re beautiful,” Crosshair said, pulling you back into his lap. You were sheepish, not meeting his eyes again until he tilted your chin up to him.
“I’m being honest (Y/N). You’re so unbelievably, breathtakingly beautiful ner sarad,” he said and kissed your lips gently. It was a loving, affectionate kiss that held so much meaning and warmth behind it that you couldn’t deny his words.
“Thank you Crosshair,” you whispered against his lips, knowing that he wouldn’t lie to you especially about this.
Crosshair began trailing kisses down your neck toward your breasts once more where he engulfed your left nipple in his mouth again, while his left hand came up to play with the right one. You moaned a little louder than before, voice high as he ravaged your chest, laying a claim to your breasts like a man starved of milk.
Crosshair pulled off with a small pop before laying back on the bed, pulling you with him as he adjusted himself on the pillows, "come here cyare," he said, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue like a prayer.
You seductively crawled on top of him so you were situated on his firm chest, staring down at him and waiting for his next move. He smirked again and gripped your ass, pulling you higher up his body until you were straddling his face. You gasped at the sudden display of his strength, hands coming up to support yourself against the wall. You looked down into Crosshairs determined eyes, finding desire and hunger in his eyes as they flickered between yours and your cunt.
"I want you to ride my face mesh’la. Wanna taste you so bad," he growled against your thigh making you moan and nod. Crosshair smirked, quickly bringing your pussy down to his face, and lapping at your folds with vigor.
You moaned unabashedly as he got to work on your sensitive core, licking, sucking and biting your lower lips. To Crosshair your moans were like a music to his ears, singing his praises and praying to him to go faster. You were still hesitant to put your full weight on him, afraid that you would suffocate him.
Crosshair must have felt your hesitation, as he wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and pressed you down against his tongue. You yelled out an obnoxiously pornographic moan as he latched onto your clit, sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You brought one hand down to his head, running your fingers through his short silver hair.
“Oh fuck Crosshair! Fuck that f-feels amazing,” you managed to get out between pleasured sounds, throwing your head back as he furiously sucked on your clit.
Before you could fully process what was happening, Crosshair entered a finger into your soaked pussy, pulling a deep, guttural groan from you. You looked down again to see his piercing hazel eyes looking back up at you as he devoured your cunt while he finger fucked you. He then added a second and third finger after a few more moments, stretching your entrance open in preparation for his cock. You panted above him and began to grind against his fingers and face, chasing your incoming orgasm.
"You stretch me so well Cross, so fucking good," you moaned and threw your head back again, the hand in his hair tightening. Crosshair smirked and sped up his movements, thrusting his fingers faster as he sucking on the hood of your clit.
"Oh Fuck! Oh maker C-cross, I'm so C-Clo-" you didn't get finish you sentence as Crosshair crooked his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot dead on with a precision only he had. You screamed as you came on his tongue and fingers, Crosshair lapping us your sweet juices as if they were his last meal. Your chest heaved with your head thrown back as you came down from your intense high, Crosshair slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. He carefully lifted you off his face, guiding you back down his body to your snug fitting position on his lap.
He sat up and held you as you caught your breath, hearing him whisper sweet nothings in your ear to help bring you back. A dazed smile graced your face as you listened to him speak, his voice soothing you as reality returned to your vision.
“You’re alright love. I’m here,” Crosshair whispered, rubbing circles on your back. He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, guiding you to follow his breathing patterns as your brain fog cleared. You followed the movements of his chest, feeling safe in his arms as he brought you back.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, interrupting your tender moment together. Your heart beat quickened, the fear of getting caught weighing heavy on your mind. You weren’t afraid to admit that you were with Crosshair, but it was against the code to for attachments so it was Obi-wan at the door, you were both royally fucked.
"Who is it!" You called out, removing yourself from Crosshairs lap and sliding off the bed. You quickly forced your bath robe into your hand, wrapping it around yourself before walking to the door.
"It's your favourite clone!" The voice of one of your best friend’s came from the other side making you turn to Crosshair and mouth to him to hide. He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly nodded, quickly stepping into the fresher, hitting the button to close the door behind him.
The door to your room slid open to reveal Commander Cody standing on the other side, arms crossed and a worried look in his soft hazel eyes, "I heard you scream so I wanted to come and check on you," He said, giving you a once over from head to toe to make sure nothing was wrong.
You mentally face palmed because you knew that someone would catch you if you were too loud. You nodded and pulled the rode a little tighter around yourself, being mindful that you were naked underneath and your neck was most likely littered with love bites, "Yup! Just fine! I just dropped my lightsaber on my toes and it surprised me is all!" You lied, just coming up with a quick one to cover for yourself though your voice was higher than normal.
Cody nodded, still looking sceptical but not wanting you push you further, "Ok, if you say so. Also, have you seen Crosshair? Wrecker’s been looking for him, something about wanting to place a bet on something," He added, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. You shook your head quickly with a shrug, trying to come up with a cover for Crosshair now.
"Have you checked the training deck? He’s usually there upping the target practice high score for you boys," You asked and rocked back and forth on your heels, hoping they hadn’t checked there yet. Cody bit his lip, feeling a little silly that he hadn’t thought about that before uncrossing his arms with a sigh. He shock his head before giving you a short hug, holding you in his arms a little longer than her would anyone else.
"I'll have the boys check there now. Thanks vod’ika," he said, giving you a cheeky smile as he stepped back into the hallway. You smiled back at him and patted him on the back, knowing that for now you were safe, "No problem Cody! I hope you find him.”
“I’m sure we will,” Cody said with a chuckle and gave you a two finger salute, walking down the corridor and disappearing around the corner. When the door slid shut, you sighed, re-engaging the lock before peeling the robe off your body. Crosshair emerged from the fresher, a scowl on his face as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck.
"Damn reg, killed the mood," Crosshair snarled, his possessive nature shining through just a little. You playfully slapped his arm but soon realized what he meant. You could no longer feel his hard cock on your ass, but instead a soft lump of flesh resting against your behind.
"First of all that's my best friends and technically your CO-” you said and turned to face him, smiling slightly, "-and second-" you reached your hand down between your body, gripping his softening cock. You began to stoke it slowly, teasing and seductive making him groan, "-we can always bring the mood back," you whispered breathlessly in his ear, listening to him moan as you jerked his cock.
He was hard again within a few minutes, your touch being everything he needed to get back in the mood once more. You smiled at your handy work before using the force to give him a push, pushing him back towards the bed. He fell onto it with a surprised yelp, listening to your giggles as you came back over to him and straddled his hips again.
Crosshair grinned and sat up a little, watching as you positioned your cunt over his cock. He took hold of your hips before you could sink down on him, his eyes meeting your ask you gave him a curious glance.
“One last time cyar’ika, are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked making you giggle again. You leaned down and kissed his lips, running one hand through his hair as the other one remained wrapped around him.
“I’m sure Cross. I want this, I want you to be my first,” you whispered against his lips and slowly lowered yourself down on him, moaning as he stretched your pussy, cunt swallowing him greedily. Crosshair groaned at the tightness of your core, gripping your hips firmly before bringing you down on his cock fully in one fluid motion.
You cried out, head falling forward onto Crosshairs shoulder as you panted for breath, "W-what was that f-for?" you voice quivering as you spoke, the surprise of the movement melting away and making way for an unforgettably pleasurable sensation. It felt so good and he hadn’t even begun to move yet.
"Get it over with- kriff- it’ll hurt less," Crosshair said, moving his hips in slowly circles before he began to shallowly thrust up into you. You moaned, unrestrained and cock drunk, hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you moved up and down on his cock, feeling his tip against your cervix.
"You’re so tight mesh’la," Crosshair moaned, moving his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbing at the round globes for more leverage, "you like having my cock buried in your tight pussy? Does it feel just as good as it does in your dreams?” he whispered in your ear making you moan louder.
"Keep sweet talking like that and I'll cum before we've even really started," You said somewhat breathlessly, your hips meeting Crosshairs as he thrusted up into you. It felt amazing, almost like heaven and for your first time, you were sure that no one could ever be as good as Crosshair.
Crosshair sped up his thrusts, his hips slapping against your ass forcefully as his high drew closer and closer. He was embarrassed with how quickly he was going to cum but then again, you were so warm and tight around him, he couldn’t help it.
“Fuck cyar’ika, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned out, his hips stuttering slightly as you moaned on top of him.
“I’m almost there Cross, fuck you feel so good inside me,” you moaned out, hands on his chest before a yelp left your throat as Crosshair rolled you onto your back. His cock remained buried inside your cunt and with the new position it felt as if he was reaching deeper and deeper.
“FUCK!” You screamed as crosshair sped up his thrusts, chasing his orgasm just as he was yours. He brought his hand down between your bodies and began to rub your clit once more, drawing a scream from your lips at the over sensitivity.
“Crosshair!” You moaned as you came, your walls convulsing around and drawing his cock in, holding it inside your pussy. That threw Crosshair over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as his seed shot deep into your cunt. You could feel his spend painting your walls white, the warm sensation of it making you see stars.
Crosshair slowed the movement of his hips, letting every last drop of his seed out inside you. You both panted as he laid down next to you, holding you in his arms as you both came back to reality. You stayed there for a few minutes to catch your breath before Crosshair carefully pulled out, causing a whimper to leave your lips. He whispered an apology to you and kissed your forehead, getting up and quickly walking to the bathroom.
He came back a few seconds later with a glass of water and a damp cloth, slowly sitting you up. You made no protest against the movement, body and mind still up in the clouds in the after glow of your orgasm. He thoughtfully clean you up, smiling apologetically as you whimpered, still sensitive from your first time. Crosshair kissed your forehead again, using the cloth to clean himself off before tossing it into the clothing shute and handing you the glass of water.
“Drink up mesh’la. You need it especially after such activities,” he said, the smile not leaving his face. You nodded and drank the water slowly, watching Crosshair as he picked his armour up off the ground and placed it by the door with genuine care. You smiled down at the glass of water in your hand, thinking about how caring Crosshair was being with you. You watched as he then picked up your clothes off the floor and discarded them in the clothing shute. He walked over to the dresser in the corner of your room, opening the top drawer and pulling out a clean set of underwear for you.
You finished your water and put the glass down on the nightstand, smiling slightly in embarrassment as Crosshair came over to the bed. He carefully pulled you to stand on your shaky legs, helping you into your underwear before scooping you up and laying you back down in your bed.
He quickly retrieved a new pair of boxers from his pack, pulling them on before sliding into the bed next to you. Crosshair pulled the covers up over your bodies, pulling you closer as you snuggled into his chest. You sighed contently, feeling warmth envelop your body as you pressed up against his frame underneath the blanket. Even if Crosshair normally ran a cold body temperature, right now her warm, a comfortable, post sex warm.
"That was amazing Crosshair, thank you." You said and laid one more gently kiss to his chest, drawing circles around the 99 tattoo on his left pec. He smiled softly down at you and placed a kiss to your forehead once more, running a hand up and down your back.
"I love you, ner mesh’la cyare. Thank you for making this an amazing and unforgettable experience. You truly know how to make a man happy," Crosshair said with a chuckle and looked down at you with the charming smile you had come to love.
"I love you too. I’m glad it felt good for you, I was afraid I wouldn't be go enough for you with how inexperienced I am,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear shyly. Crosshair had been with other women before, all of the Batch members had, and all those other women had more experience. But you loved Crosshair, and you hoped to be enough for him.
Crosshair looked at you bewildered before holding your chin softly in his hand, building you to look him in the eyes. He looked down at you with such love and adoration, hand instead moving to hold your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb, "Non sense ner kar’ta, that felt absolutely fantastic. I'm glad I got to be your first and you were absolutely amazing. I have never found a woman who made me feel as loved and cared for as you. You are more than good enough for me," Crosshair said and placed a delicate kiss to your lips,trying his best to convey his love before he pulled away from it.
You smiled and snuggled into his chest farther, enjoying the contrast of his now cool smooth skin against your heated palm. You drew circles on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat against your cheek. Crosshair kissed the crown of your head, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Soon you both drifted to sleep in each other's arms, content with how the night had come to a close.
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