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jetii · 4 months ago

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The Bet

Pairing: Kix x fem!Reader / Kix x Nurse!Reader

Words: 8,981

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! coworkers to friends to lovers, some blood/wound care but it's very minor, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), a hint of a praise kink

Summary: You and Kix have been dancing around each other for months. When losing a bet finds you alone in your apartment together for the first time, sparks fly.

A/N: I honestly was not a Kix girlie before writing this, so hopefully he's not too ooc!

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“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Kix watches you move about your small kitchen from his seat at the counter. The beer he nurses in his hand is still cool, the condensation softening the label enough for his thumb to peel, a nervous habit you notice but are too polite to mention.

You pause your stirring momentarily to throw him an exasperated look over your shoulder.

“I know.”

“I’m just saying you don’t need to do all this for me,” he says, gesturing towards the stove where a large pot bubbles, a delicious scent wafting through the air. “Pizza would’ve been fine.”

“And miss the opportunity to show off my excellent cooking?” you ask with a scoff, though it lacks any real conviction.

You turn to face him. He looks so out of place in your tiny apartment, perched on the stool that is dwarfed by his size. His shoulders hunch as if he's trying to make himself seem smaller, a feat in itself for someone so large.

You try to give him a smile that's more encouraging than teasing. “Not a chance.”

He shakes his head, returning the grin with one of his own as he looks down at his hands. The smile falls away when he sees the state of the label he had been absently peeling. He grimaces and balls up the ruined paper before throwing it at the trash can, a small ping echoing through the apartment as it lands in the center of the bin.

The corner of your mouth twitches into a smirk, and you roll your eyes playfully. Kix chuckles softly, and some of the tension dissipates from the room.

It's nice to hear him laugh after the week you've both had. You'd been near dead on your feet by the time the Resolute docked on Coruscant, but you'd promised Kix a proper home-cooked meal, and you weren't about to renege on your deal. A bet was a bet, after all.

Bets between the two of you were far from an unusual occurrence. Normally, it was simple things: what they were serving in the mess for breakfast, how many hangover remedies you'd have to administer after shore leave, or even just something as silly as who could finish their work faster. It had become so common to the point that the 501st was more than used to seeing you and Kix going back and forth, betting on just about everything.

This time was no different. You'd been arguing over a patient's chart one morning, and it had escalated until the two of you had settled on a bet. Whoever could get the most patients through their physical would win.

The only thing was that, by the time the two of you finally had the opportunity to settle the score, Kix had gotten the entire company in on it, and had somehow managed to get Rex to take his side. You had been absolutely furious at the time, but you got over it quickly when he made his request.

He could have chosen anything. He could have made you stay late or fill out paperwork for a week. He could have had you do something embarrassing.

Instead, he asked you to cook him dinner.

You don't have a lot of time outside of work, so when you do, you cook. It's your favorite hobby and one you're actually pretty good at. You take great pride in it. Cooking for Kix though? That's different.

It's not that you don't want to do it. On the contrary, you're thrilled by the opportunity. It's just that you want it to be perfect.

The apartment is quiet save for the sound of your work. You have the radio playing, the volume turned low so the music is more background noise than anything. You don't mind. You've always liked the sound of rain, and it gives you the opportunity to listen for Kix.

You'd noticed over the course of your friendship that Kix is usually quiet when he's comfortable. It had taken a while, but you learned his different silences. It was the same way he analyzed you: by the cadence of your footsteps and the tone of your voice. You'd learned to read him through those subtle indicators, and he had done the same.

Right now, he's content. There's no tension in his shoulders, and his breathing is even. You know he's watching you, his eyes tracking your movements. He looks a lot more relaxed here than he does at work, which isn't surprising. You've seen each other nearly every day since the start of the war, but you've never been able to spend time together like this. You're friends, sure, but you're also attracted to him, and you'd like to think he feels the same.

You've been dancing around each other for months, but neither one is brave enough to say something about it.

You make small talk, talking about nothing and everything while you cook. It's pleasant and comfortable and nice. You can feel his eyes on you as you work. The kitchen is small enough that he can watch you easily without having to leave his seat. You know he's enjoying the show.

“So, what are we having?” he asks.

You can hear the curiosity in his voice and grin.

When he'd made the request, he'd said he was up for anything, but you wanted it to be special. You have a plan, one that you hope he'll like.

You turn around, propping your elbows on the counter and leaning forward. He mirrors your position, and you're so close your noses almost touch.

His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't pull back. You tilt your head. “It’s a surprise.”

And a good one, you hoped. You weren’t sure the last time you put this much effort into a single meal, but if you were going to impress him, you wanted to do it right.

You'd started the process early this morning and had been checking and rechecking your progress throughout the day. You're making a traditional Alderaanian dish, one of your favorites, and one you're pretty confident you can pull off. You're not a chef by any stretch of the imagination, but you know your way around a kitchen and have been told by those who love you that your cooking is exceptional.

You can only hope he'll agree.

Of course, this was a man who preferred to subsist entirely on ration bars and caf, who forgot to eat unless you forced him out of the medbay, but you still found yourself hoping to wow him with your family’s recipes.

When Kix showed up at your door, you could tell that he was nervous. You were too, but you tried not to let it show. You were doing this because you liked him, not to get a reaction out of him, but the anticipation of his response was enough to make your heart flutter in your chest.

He looked more than a little disarmed at the sight of you in your civilian clothes, and the feeling was mutual. You didn't think you'd ever seen him out of armor. When you invited him inside, he pulled out a bouquet of daylilies from behind his back, sheepishly explaining that Jesse insisted he shouldn’t show up empty-handed.

The bouquet he’d given you was beautiful. You didn’t have a vase to put them in, so they were soaking in water in the largest coffee mug you could find with ‘Galaxy’s Best Nurse’ in gaudy red letters on the side. You hoped they wouldn’t wilt before you could find something better to put them in. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time anyone had bought you flowers.

Kix was sweet, sweeter than you ever anticipated from your first meeting. On your first day aboard the Resolute, when Captain Rex first introduced you as the resident nurse aboard the ship, Kix took one long look at you and promptly rolled his eyes.

“She's not gonna last a week.”

Rex had looked ready to throttle him, but you merely gave him a wry grin and told him you were more than capable of doing your job.

He was quick to apologize, though you could tell he was more than a little skeptical, and the two of you had spent the better part of that first month trying to get on the other's good side. The first time he laughed at one of your jokes, it was like the floodgates opened. After that, it was easy, and the two of you quickly fell into an easy friendship.

You came to realize being blunt was just his way, though Kix was never as short with you as he was with his brothers. Jesse said it was because he had a soft spot for you, but you were more inclined to believe he just didn’t want to create a hostile work environment.

That was months ago, and a lot has changed since.

You enjoyed Kix. His dry humor always caught you off guard, even if you were getting used to it. He seemed to enjoy making you laugh. And at the end of a long day, he was always the first to ask if you needed help cleaning up the medbay, always the first to offer to walk you back to your quarters.

You shared plenty of late nights together, sometimes going over patient files or stocking supplies. Other times you simply sat together in the quiet, enjoying each other’s company.

You grew close. It was only natural.

Still, it didn't feel natural to invite him over for a home-cooked meal. You'd never been anything but professional with each other, even in private. You'd never seen him in civvies before and had certainly never imagined that his hair, longer now than you’ve ever seen it, might curl a little in the humidity.

It wasn't fair, really, how much you enjoyed the sight of him.

You had spent the day wondering if this was the right decision. You worried you were reading too much into his request, that you were imagining the interest you thought you saw. But if nothing else, you hoped tonight would provide some insight.

You wanted this to go well.

You didn’t know how much of that was for your sake or his.

You push back from the counter, and Kix makes no move to follow. You turn back to the stove and continue working, a grin pulling at your lips. You don’t think he realizes that you can feel his gaze on you. He doesn't make any attempt to hide his staring.

The silence between you isn’t uncomfortable, but there is an undercurrent of something else, a tension you're not sure what to do with. You know that you aren't the only one feeling this way. He'd been nervous when he first arrived, and though he was more at ease now, the tension hadn't dissipated.

It's not an unwelcome feeling. If anything, it's the opposite. You enjoy knowing he's watching you, that you’re having some kind of effect on him. You enjoy having him here, alone. It's a different sort of intimacy, a different kind of closeness. You wonder if it's a step in the right direction.

You're not sure what to expect from him, but whatever it is, you're ready for it.

“How long until dinner is ready, doc? I'm starving over here." You don't have to turn to see him smile. You can hear it in his voice.

"Don't rush me," you scold, and he chuckles. "Dinner isn't ready until it's ready."

"I can't believe you're making me wait. It smells delicious."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," you say, and you glance over your shoulder at him. "I was worried you wouldn't."

Kix raises his eyebrows. "Worried? About what?"

You turn away. "I don't know. I thought maybe you'd be disappointed."

"Why would I be disappointed?" he asks, sounding genuinely confused.

"I don't know." You shrug. "Maybe because we haven't really hung out before, and maybe you didn't want to, and—“

"No," he says, cutting you off. "I like spending time with you. I wanted to come."

You swallow, trying to keep your expression neutral despite the sudden tightness in your chest. "Oh."

"Besides, I've been meaning to ask for a while."

"Ask me what?" you ask, looking over at him.

He gives a half-shrug, the corner of his mouth twitching. "To have dinner with you."

Your face grows warm, and your stomach does a flip. You try to focus on the food, but it's difficult when all you can think about is the man behind you.

You hadn't realized just how much you wanted him to say that until he did.

"If it helps, I can promise that you won't regret it," you say, throwing a grin over your shoulder.

He leans his chin on his palm, grinning back. "I'm sure I won't."

You set a pot of water on the stove and turn on the burner.

"What're you doing?" he asks, sounding concerned.

"Boiling water."

"For what?"

"Kebroots."

He looks confused. "Aren't we having that stuff you're making now?"

"This is the sauce for the main dish," you say, gesturing with your spoon. It's easy to forget that he's never had a proper home-cooked meal in his life, and the thought of him getting to taste this one is more than a little thrilling. "The kebroots are going in the water."

"Why?"

"Because they need to boil."

He gives you a flat look, and you roll your eyes. "Do you want to know the answer to everything, or do you want to enjoy the surprise?"

"Fine," he says, sitting back. "But don't think you can keep me from learning your secrets."

You raise your eyebrows at him. "Is that so?"

He nods, grinning.

"Well, then," you say, smiling down at the pot. "I'll have to make sure you don't."

You're not usually one to play your cards so close to the vest. It's not like you to keep secrets, but there's something fun about the intrigue, something thrilling about keeping him in the dark.

"Can I at least have a hint?" he asks, resting his elbows on the counter.

You turn and prop yourself against the stove. "No. I already told you. It's a surprise."

"Come on, doc. You can't give me something?" he wheedles, his brown eyes sparkling with mirth. "Just a little something to tide me over."

"No."

"Please?"

"Nope."

"You're no fun."

"And yet, here you are,” you say with a teasing tilt of your head.

Kix grins, then sighs.

"Fine," he says and pushes back from the counter. "If that's the case, then I'm going to need more beer."

He disappears into the fridge. You don't turn, focusing instead on the task at hand. The sauce is nearly finished, but there are still a few steps left to complete.

You hear him move to your bookshelf, fingers lightly tapping along the spines of your books. You'd been surprised when he mentioned enjoying reading, since most clones you'd met didn't bother with it, preferring instead to watch holodramas or listen to the radio. But Kix liked books, which you were sure he kept to himself for fear of teasing from his brothers. You had a sneaking suspicion he was a romantic.

He stops to pull one out, running his fingers down the spine. "The Time Machine," he reads.

"It was one of my favorites as a kid," you explain. "I'm surprised it survived the trip here."

Kix puts it back in its place. "Have you ever read any of the Corellian Civil War holonovels?"

"No.” You shake your head. “I've never been a fan of war stories."

Kix snorts. "Me neither. There's only so many ways they can tell the same story."

"There's nothing like real-life experience," you say, and you immediately regret it.

"True," Kix agrees and doesn't press the matter. You’re thankful, your heart in your throat, that you hadn’t ruined the moment entirely, but you can’t help but feel a little on edge.

The two had been working together for several months, and though it wasn't uncommon for clone troopers and nat-born people to befriend one another, there was still an underlying tension between you, one that neither of you had the guts to address.

He'd asked you for dinner because he liked you. You accepted because you liked him.

Neither was quite sure what to do next.

The tension between you had grown more pronounced, and though neither of you made any effort to stop it, the unresolved feelings were starting to affect your work. You were both professionals and did your best not to let it interfere, but it was still there, a constant reminder of what was unsaid, a potential opportunity squandered.

Still, if you were going to pursue a relationship with anyone, you were glad it was him.

You had a fondness for him, and it had grown into something deeper. It wasn't just his looks. Though he was definitely the most handsome trooper in the GAR, that was never a primary consideration for you. You’ve spent nearly every waking moment around men who looked almost exactly like him, after all. But it was the differences, the small nuances that made him stand out, that drew your eye.

With the water finally boiling, you turn back to chopping the kebroot. The vegetable is a bit tricky to handle, its tough outer skin resisting the knife's edge. You steady your hand, apply more pressure, and try again.

You’re grateful Kix seems to be distracted by your books, allowing you to focus. If he saw you struggling, he’d probably try to offer help, and you want to do this on your own.

He was right earlier, when he said you didn't need to do all this for him.

You don't.

But you want to.

He's a good man, a hard worker, and you want to show him your appreciation. He deserves someone to take care of him for once.

When you think about it, the whole thing seems silly. You're grown adults, not hormonal teenagers. You can't believe you're making such a big deal out of something so simple.

But it is a big deal, and not just because he's the first man you've found attractive in a long time. It's the fact that you've been dancing around this for months, if not longer, and now you finally have an opportunity to explore the potential between you.

You’ve been trying your best not to picture him here, but with him in the apartment, it was difficult not to imagine. You worked together. You were friends. It was easy for you to forget that, and even easier to let your imagination run wild.

You can see him in the kitchen, helping you chop vegetables, or washing dishes at the sink. You can see him on the couch, his arm draped over the back, his legs spread wide, his head tilted back in a laugh. You can see him in bed, and that's where your mind wanders to the most.

You imagine how it might feel to kiss him, to touch him, to have him touch you. You wonder if he'll be gentle or if he'll be rough. You don't have a preference. You don't care as long as it's him. You want him to hold you. You want to feel him pressed against you, his chest against yours, his mouth against your neck, his hands running up your sides, slipping underneath your shirt—

You hiss out a curse as the knife slips, nicking the fleshy part of your finger. Blood wells up, a stark contrast against the green of the ruica.

"You okay?" Kix asks.

"I'm fine," you answer quickly.

You reach blindly for the towel, wrapping the cloth around the cut, trying to apply pressure. The cut isn’t deep, but it stings like hell.

"What happened?" he asks, appearing at your side.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"Let me see," he says, and grabs the wrist of the hand holding the towel.

"It's not bad," you say and are about to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. He guides you to the sink and holds your hand under the tepid water. His eyes flicker from the wound to your face and back again, brows furrowed in a way you know means he’s gone into medic mode.

“Kix, I’m fine,” you huff. You try to withdraw your wrist, but he holds fast.

"Stop moving. You're bleeding all over the counter."

“Sorry,” you say. You can feel your cheeks burning. You should have been more careful.

His hands are warm. The pressure feels good. You can't remember the last time someone touched you like this. You want to pull away, to spare yourself the embarrassment of being this close to him, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he seems determined.

“Where’s your med kit?” he asks, eyes still fixed on your hand.

You tell him where to find it, and he firmly instructs you to keep your hand under the water before he breaks into a jog toward the bathroom.

“Sit,” Kix commands when he returns, his tone no-nonsense.

You can't help but laugh.

He shoots you a glare as he opens the kit and begins removing the supplies. "I'm serious, doc. Sit."

He's so cute when he's bossy.

"Alright," you relent, pulling out a chair and sitting down. He grabs the chair across from you and drags it closer, positioning himself directly across from you.

"Gimme your hand," he orders, and you do as you're told, holding it out for him. He gently peels the towel back and sets it aside. You don't dare look. You're too embarrassed.

“Seriously, you don’t have to,” you assure him, but he just shakes his head and dabs the blood away with a clean corner of the towel.

“Should’ve known you’d be a Code 5,” he says your code word for a difficult patient with a roll of his eyes. He's only half joking.

“It’s a cut, not a stab wound,” you reply indignantly.

Kix shakes his head and reaches for the alcohol wipe. He opens it with his teeth and begins cleaning the area around the wound.

"I know that," he says, his voice softer. “I just don’t like seeing you hurt.”

He looks away to discard the wipe, and when he meets your gaze again, his eyes are filled with warmth and something else.

You don’t know how to respond.

It's a look that speaks volumes.

His touch is gentle, his fingers brushing against your palm. It's not necessary, but he does it anyway.

“Just let me take care of you,” Kix says quietly, his gaze locked on yours. “Please. For my sake.”

“Alright.” You nod, biting your lip once he turns away to grab a bandage. The intensity in his gaze surprises you. It’s different than the look he wears when you’re in the midst of surgery, different from the easy smile he wears when you’re with the men. This is something new, something unexpected.

It feels personal.

He tears the backing off the bandage and presses it gently over the cut. You try to focus on his hands instead of his face. His fingers are rough and calloused, and you how they'd feel against your bare skin.

The thought makes your stomach flutter.

It's not a foreign feeling. You've thought about this before, more times than you care to admit, but this is the first time you've been so close. This is the first time you let him.

When he finishes, he presses a kiss to your bandaged finger. The action is quick, almost thoughtless, and it catches you off guard. Kix freezes. His lips linger for a moment too long, and his cheeks flush pink.

He pulls back. "Sorry," he mumbles, not meeting your eyes.

"It's okay," you say, smiling shyly.

You're touched by the gesture. It's sweet and considerate, and exactly the sort of thing he'd do. His cheeks are flushed. You can't tell if he's embarrassed or if it's the proximity.

Your hand folds back into your lap. You can still feel the warmth of his lips on your skin. You don't know why the kiss affects you so much. It's not the first time you've been kissed, and it certainly won't be the last, but something about his touch makes your pulse quicken.

"You're sweet," you say, trying to lighten the mood.

He grins, shaking his head. "Don't let that get around."

"My lips are sealed."

He glances down at your mouth, his grin fading. You feel a thrill rush through you, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. Your heart starts to beat faster.

"Good," he whispers, his voice low and husky.

You don't move.

You don't want to break the spell.

Kix's eyes search yours, looking for some sign of reciprocation. He's giving you a chance to tell him no, to push him away.

Instead, your hand comes up to cup his cheek. Your thumb brushes across his bottom lip. You feel the breath leave his lungs, feel him lean into your touch. His eyes are hooded, pupils blown wide.

"Kix?"

"Yeah?" he whispers.

"You should kiss me," you breathe.

Kix rises to his feet, leaning down so that his face is only inches from yours. You take in his features, his warm eyes, the way they're trained on your lips, the way he's watching your every move as if waiting for you to change your mind.

His thumb caresses your cheek, and he waits a breath more before leaning in to press his lips to yours.

You sigh into his touch, bringing your other hand up to grab the back of his head. The kiss is soft, unhurried, a slow slide of lips.

Your tongue slides across his bottom lip, and he groans, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. His hands roam over your shoulders, down your back, over your hips, his fingertips brushing the exposed skin above your waistband.

You part, and you let your forehead rest against his, both of you catching your breath. Eventually, you pull back, swallowing nervously.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I don't know why I did that."

"I do," he replies.

You look up in surprise and find him watching you. His eyes are bright, and he's smiling, a real smile, not the forced one he sometimes uses around others.

"I've wanted to do that since the day we met," he admits, his cheeks reddening slightly. "And I'm not sorry it happened."

"Really?" you ask, trying not to sound too eager.

He nods, the hand on your cheek moving to play with the ends of your hair. "You're beautiful. And smart. And you take no shit, especially from me. What’s not to like?"

You laugh and lean in to kiss him again. He returns the kiss eagerly, his hand resting on your lower back to pull you closer.

"I wasn't going to say anything," he continues between kisses. "I didn't think you would want this."

"Well, I do." You grin. "Very much."

He groans and leans in to capture your lips again, but you stop him with a finger to his lips. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

"The food's burning."

Kix's eyes go wide, and he rounds the counter in a flash, quickly grabbing the pot off the burner and setting it aside.

"Shit," he curses, and you can't help but laugh at the panicked expression on his face.

"Relax. I'm kidding," you say, and you follow him to wrap your arms around waist. He relaxes into your touch, his hands coming up to rest on your hips.

“Can it be reheated?” he asks, his expression hopeful.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

His hands slide up to cup either side of your face and pull you into another kiss, one you can feel all the way down to your toes. He presses you up against the counter, his body flush against yours.

You whine into his mouth at the feeling of his tongue against yours, your fingers gripping his hair to ground yourself. He tastes like beer and something else, something dark and earthy.

It's delicious, and you can't get enough.

His lips leave yours to trail across your cheek to your neck, peppering kisses along your jaw, his teeth scraping along your pulse.

"We should probably wait until after dinner to do this," you breathe, tilting your head to give him better access.

"I can't," he replies, his voice rough, his hands roaming across your body.

"Me either," you agree, and let him lift you onto the counter. Your legs wrap around his hips instinctively, your hands cupping his face as you bring him in for another kiss.

His hands are everywhere, his touch electric, and you want him to touch you everywhere, his hands and his lips, his mouth and his tongue.

Your hands slide underneath his shirt, pushing the material up until he has to withdraw to pull it off over his head. You take in the expanse of his bare torso, the way the muscles ripple under your touch, and your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest.

"You're gorgeous," you say, your hands coming to rest on his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"You are," he says. "And I've wanted this for so long."

He reaches behind you to remove your shirt, leaving you in your bra and pants. You feel exposed, vulnerable, and you want him to touch you, to make you feel good, to ease the ache that's been building inside you since the first time he smiled at you.

He dips his head to kiss you again, his hands sliding up to tangle in your hair. Your mouth opens to his, and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue against yours. He nips at your bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth, and you moan, pulling him closer.

His lips travel across your jaw, down your neck, along your collarbone. His hands find the clasp of your bra and make quick work of the latch, leaving you bare. You shiver, the cool air hitting your skin, goosebumps breaking out over your skin.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispers, and he leans down to take one nipple into his mouth.

"Oh," you gasp, arching your back into him.

He sucks the sensitive bud between his lips, swirling his tongue around the peak, teasing you. He takes the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging and twisting, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

Your head falls back, and you moan his name, your fingers holding tight to his neck, your thighs squeezing his hips.

You can feel the heat of him against you, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your center, and you grind down against him, desperate for friction.

His mouth leaves your breast, and he kisses you, his tongue tangling with yours, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You drag him closer, your hands running over his back, exploring every inch of his warm, firm skin.

His lips trail across your cheek, and you gasp as he presses open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He pauses to suck a bruise into the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder, his hands massaging your waist.

"What do you want, mesh’la?" he murmurs, his mouth trailing along your collarbone.

"You," you reply, your voice breaking into a moan when he bites down gently on your shoulder, and you can't help but buck your hips.

You can feel him grin against your skin. "You have me."

"Bed," you manage, your hands gripping at his shoulders. "Now."

Kix chuckles, his hands sliding down to cup your ass. He pulls you flush against him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he lifts you off the counter. Your legs tighten around his waist and you bury your face in his neck to muffle your gasp as he walks you down the short hallway toward your bedroom.

Kix kisses you deeply as he lays you on the bed, hovering above you for a moment before he ducks down to press a kiss to your stomach.

His lips trail lower, dipping just above the waistband of your pants. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his mouth on you, the scratch of his stubble against the sensitive skin there. The idea of what he’ll feel like between your thighs has you nodding before he’s even asked the question, his hands hovering on your waist.

Kix’s fingers hook into the waistband, slowly sliding your pants and underwear down your legs. You help him, lifting your hips so he can pull them off. Your panties stick to the slick dampening your center, and Kix lets out a barely concealed moan at the darkened patch there before tearing them away.

You expect him to discard them over your shoulder with your pants, but he shocks you by giving you a bashful smile and tucking them into his back pocket.

"Really?" you ask, trying to stifle your amusement.

"What?" He gives you a look that's almost innocent, if not for the fact that he's hovering above you, half-naked and fully aroused.

“Nothing. I just didn't expect you to want to keep them."

"Do you mind?" he asks, his expression turning serious.

"Not at all," you say, and watch with rapt attention as his expression turns devious.

"Good. I plan to treasure these," he teases, and he presses a kiss to your bare knee. You shudder at the touch, at the implication behind his words.

"Now where were we?" he murmurs, his voice husky, his eyes dark as he lowers himself to his knees on the floor in front of you.

He grabs the back of your ankles and tugs, and you let out a squeak as you're pulled until your ass is nearly hanging off the edge. It’s a precarious position that’s immediately rectified by Kix arranging your legs so they’re thrown over each of his shoulders, his face level with your exposed center.

The feeling of his breath against your cunt is almost too much to bear, your legs wanting to close instinctually, but he quickly stops you with a firm hand on either thigh.

“Hold still, beautiful,” he commands softly, his eyes fixed on your wet, swollen folds.

“Kix—“

Whatever you meant to say evaporates as soon he darts forward, tongue flattening to lick a stripe from your entrance to your clit. You nearly forget your own name when he parts your lips with one hand to give him better access, zeroing in on your clit without any direction from you.

His licks start out soft, then steadily increase in pressure until you're nearly grinding on his tongue. The scratch of his stubble against you feels as good as you imagined. He eats you out like he’s starving, with a passion you knew he possessed but never dared to dream he’d apply to you in this way.

He withdraws for a moment to take a deep breath, his eyes flicking up to yours, pupils blown wide. “More?”

You nod frantically, though you aren’t sure what you're agreeing to. Anything to keep his hands and mouth on you. “Please.”

Kix dives back in, lapping up the juices leaking from you before returning back to your clit. Zaps of pleasure jolt up your spine and turn into a burning heat when you feel something nudge your entrance. His finger slips inside with ease, stroking your walls and the fire building inside of you, your eyelids fluttering shut.

He finds the spongey part deep inside you within seconds, hooking his finger upward to press firmly and drawing a gasp from you. With his target found, he adds another finger and begins to slowly curl them, pushing his hand in and out in a rhythm that has you seeing stars.

His lips close around your clit, suddenly sucking hard, and you gasp.

Your hips jolt off the bed, thighs closing involuntarily around his head, and he groans loudly. Your eyes open abruptly, worrying you've hurt him somehow.

Instead, you find his eyes closed, brow furrowed in pleasure, and the hand he’d been using to hold you open has retreated. From your vantage point, you can only see his arm moving, and you realize with a moan that he’s languidly palming his cock in time with the thrusting of his fingers.

As if he can sense you watching, Kix opens his eyes. Though his mouth doesn’t let up in its assault on your clit, you can see the smile in his eyes as he stares back. His fingers speed up as he pulls back to speak, punching the air from your lungs and sending you falling back against the bed.

“Can you take three?”

“Ye-es.” You hiccup at the feeling of a third thick finger slowly breaching you, stuffing you fuller than you've ever been able to manage on your own. The coil in your stomach tightens with each push and pull into your wet heat. Every thrust of his fingers sends you higher and higher, your entire body writhing with the force of it.

“Look at you," he groans. "So tight and wet. Taking my fingers so well, like you were made for me."

Your hands come up to fist the sheets at your sides, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter with each word, the way he moans between your legs, the way his eyes flutter closed in bliss as he fucks you with his hand. You can feel yourself approaching your peak, your walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers.

"Are you gonna come for me?"

"Yes." You gasp, your thighs starting to shake with the strain.

"Come on," he encourages, taking your clit between his lips and sucking, his tongue flicking rapidly against you. "Let go, beautiful."

Your eyes slam shut, and your orgasm slams into you with a force unlike anything you've felt before. It rips through your body, the heat coiled inside your exploding, your walls clamping down on his fingers as you writhe. You feel yourself nearly come out of your body, tingling pleasure coursing through you in waves.

Just as you're beginning to wonder if it’ll ever stop, it begins to fade, leaving you panting and sweating as your body collapses against the bed.

“Holy shit,” you say breathlessly. Kix chuckles from the floor, and you push yourself up on your elbows to look at him after you regain control of your limbs. He’s staring back at you, a dreamy smile on his face, the entire lower half dampened with your arousal.

“How was that?” he asks.

“I think you know,” you laugh, breathless. “I thought I was about to suffocate you there for a second.”

“Worth it, trust me.” He sighs wistfully, his eyes a little unfocused. “I don't think I've ever seen anything so hot in my life."

"You're such a charmer," you tease, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair.

"Just telling the truth," he smiles, and presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

Kix helps you lower your trembling legs from his shoulders before glancing down at the hand that was just inside you. He lifts it up to his mouth, sucking his fingers and tasting your release with a thoughtful hum before he moves to stand.

“Just as I thought.”

“What?”

“I knew you’d taste incredible.”

He kisses you, tongue pushing its way inside your mouth to tangle with your own. You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue, chasing after him when he pulls away to push his pants off completely.

You want to keep kissing him, keep feeling his mouth against yours, but you're distracted by the sight of his cock springing free from his small black briefs as he slides them down his strong thighs.

Your mouth drops open in disbelief.

“You’re kidding.”

Kix’s fingers, slick with his spit and the remnants of your release, circle the head of his cock. It’s half-hard from his concentrated efforts on your cunt, but it quickly springs to life under his attention. Even not fully erect, it’s by far the most impressive cock you've ever seen. Thick, a sizable length, and now curving up toward his stomach, you can’t look away.

Saliva begins to pool on your tongue at the thought of having him in your mouth, but before you can lean forward to act on your desires, he’s pushing you back on the bed.

“If I knew all you clones were packing —“

He cuts you off with a bruising kiss.

“Careful, mesh’la.” The Mando’a comes out in a growl as he crowds you against the bed, slotting himself between your legs. His hand slides up your thigh to your breast, pinching a nipple. “I’m not big on sharing.”

You let out a breathless giggle as his mouth descends to follow the path his hand has taken, sucking your other nipple into his mouth. The feeling of his mouth and teeth on your chest makes you moan, your hips bucking against his.

"Kix, please."

He kisses back up your chest and throat to press his forehead against yours. You can feel the way his fingers tremble against you as he reaches down to line himself up with your entrance, and your hand comes up to cup his cheek.

"Are you nervous?"

"Yes," he admits, eyes closing as he takes a deep breath.

"We don't have to do this," you assure him.

His eyes shoot open. "I want this more than anything."

"Okay," you smile.

He lets out a sigh, his body relaxing above you. "Sorry, it's just... I've wanted this for a long time, and I just don't want to mess it up."

"You won't." Your arms come around to wrap around his neck. "But I'll tell you if I'm not liking something."

He nods, ducking down to kiss you deeply. Your legs come up to wrap around his waist, and he groans into your mouth as the head of his cock rubs against your clit.

"Please," you whine as he begins to rock his hips. His cock glides easily through your slick folds, and his lips drop back to your neck. "Inside me, Kix."

"Maker, you're wet." His cock slips back down to your entrance, and you bite your lip as the head begins to breach you.

"That's what happens when you make a girl cum," you quips, moaning as he slowly inches inside of you. You feel every inch of him, the stretch more than you're used to but still deliciously perfect. "Oh, fuck!"

He stops, pulling back to look at you with concern. "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"

"No! No, it's just... " you laugh breathlessly, your hand coming up to caress his cheek. "You're huge. Fuck, Kix."

He smirks, leaning down to kiss you as he continues to push inside of you. The stretch is unlike anything you've ever felt, and it's making your head spin. He feels amazing, thick and hot and throbbing inside of you.

"Fuck, you feel good," he grunts. "I wish you could see how good you look taking my cock."

Your cunt clenches around him at his words, and he groans. He buries his face in your neck, pressing kisses along your jaw, his breath coming out in hot puffs against your skin.

When he bottoms out, you both let out a shaky breath.

"Stars," you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Kix, you feel amazing."

"So do you," he grits out. "You take my cock so well, mesh'la. Like you were made for me."

You moan at his words, his hips pulling back to thrust shallowly into you. You can't help the whine that escapes you, your legs tightening around his waist to pull him closer. The slow drag of his cock against your walls is almost too much, pleasure bordering on the line between pain.

"Faster," you pants, your nails scratching down his back. "Harder, Kix. I need it."

"Anything you want," he replies, his hips picking up speed.

He kisses you, tongue plunging into your mouth as he begins to snap his hips against yours. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of him filling you, the slick sounds of your cunt and his thrusts echoing throughout the room.

Kix fucks you like it's his last chance, hard and fast and rough, like he's afraid you’ll disappear at any moment, and you can barely do anything but hold on.

He changes the angle of his hips slightly, and your mouth drops open as a strangled cry is torn from your lips. His cock rubs against your sweet spot with each stroke, and his head drops to your chest as his hips slam against yours.

"Stars, mesh’la, you feel incredible," he grunts, pressing his face into your neck. His teeth sink into the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, and you let out a strangled gasp.

"Oh, fuck. Don't stop, Kix," you pants, your voice breaking into a sob, your hand tangling in his hair to tug on it. His hips stutter for a moment before he picks up the pace, your entire body jolting with the force of each thrust. He's fucking you so hard, his cock driving into you with enough force that your entire body rocks with the force of it. "Kix, oh kriff."

He withdraws from your neck, his mouth returning to yours. He swallows your moans, hips pumping into your faster as you squeeze around him. The feeling of him stretching you is intoxicating, and you never want it to end. You wonder if it would be too much to ask him to stay inside your forever, his thick cock plugging you up so nothing could slip out. You feel him everywhere, all around you and inside you. It's overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Kix," you whimper, breaking the kiss to bury your face in his neck. Your teeth scrape along his skin, and you revel in the groan that escapes him. His hands tighten on your hips, thumbs pressing against the bones there.

"Mesh’la," he gasps. "Kriff, I'm getting close."

"Me, too."

You can feel the fire burning low in your stomach, your walls fluttering around him. You dig your heels into his ass, encouraging him to go even deeper, and you see stars when he hits the spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

"Right there, Kix!"

He changes angles so he's hitting your g-spot on every thrust, his mouth dropping back to your neck. You can feel the sweat beading on his skin, the way his muscles flex under your hands with every movement. You scratch down his back, hips jerking to meet his, and you know he must be close. His thrusts are becoming more erratic, his breathing heavier.

"Kix, I'm gonna--" you gasp, your hand cupping the back of his neck.

He buries his face in your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on every inch of skin in his reach. The hand on your hip slides between you, and you nearly scream when he begins to circle your clit with his thumb.

"Cum for me, beautiful," he mutters, biting your earlobe.

Your orgasm comes out of nowhere, your body seizing up as you cums. White-hot pleasure courses through you, your thighs shaking around him. You can vaguely hear him whispering praise in your ear, but you can't focus on anything except the feeling of his cock still pounding into your as you ride out your high.

"So good, mesh'la. I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock. You look so pretty when you cum, you know that?” he babbles with a low groan, hips beginning to stutter. “Fuck, I'm not gonna last."

You manage to regain your bearings after a moment, your body feeling like jelly. Your limbs feel like they weigh a ton, but you're determined. You need to see him lose control, need to see him fall apart because of you. You know he's close, can feel his thrusts becoming more and more uneven.

"Cum for me, Kix," you order. You can't help the smug smirk that overtakes your features as he groans loudly. "I want to see you."

"Mesh'la," he chokes out, hips losing their rhythm as he fucks you.

"Let go, baby." You lean up to nip his jaw, the hand on the back of his neck tangling in his hair. He looks so beautiful above you, eyes screwed shut, a flush coloring his cheeks. His skin is shining with sweat, muscles flexing as he pushes himself further.

"Look at me."

His eyes flutter open, and you nearly cum again. The sight of him, eyes half-lidded and mouth hanging open, is almost enough to tip you over the edge.

"Fuck," he gasps, hips pistoning into your erratically.

"Cum for me," you repeat.

The grip on your hips is almost bruising as he buries himself inside you. His hips jerk once, twice, and then he's gone, moaning loudly as he cums. You can feel the pulsing of his cock inside you, the warm wetness flooding your cunt, and you can't help the whine that escapes you.

"Kriff," he grunts, head dropping down to rest against yours. You stay like that for a moment, both panting, the only sounds in the room the faint hum of the rain outside and your heavy breathing.

You feel boneless, completely and utterly spent. If you were to die right now, you'd die happy. Kix props himself up on his forearms, brushing your sweaty hair from your face with a grin. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, and you smile tiredly.

"Hey," you whisper.

"Hey," he replies. He ducks down to kiss you again, his smile widening. Has he always had dimples? How did you not notice those before? "How are you feeling?"

"Messy,” you laugh. You glance down at the place where your bodies are joined, feeling him twitch inside you.

"Let me take care of that," he says, gently sliding out of you. The sound he makes when he leaves your body is positively sinful, and your thighs clench at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you.

Kix brushes another kiss against your temple before standing from the bed. You watch with half-lidded eyes as he disappears into the refresher, returning a moment later with a damp washcloth. He cleans you up gently, tossing the cloth in the direction of the refresher once he's finished.

"Come here," you murmur, reaching out for him.

He climbs into bed beside you, and you roll onto your side to press yourself against his chest, throwing your leg over his. His arms come around you immediately, holding you close as he peppers kisses on your hair. You snuggle closer, sighing happily as the warmth radiating from him cocoons around you. His hands run over every inch of available skin as if he's committing it to memory.

"I can't believe we waited so long to do that," you mumbled against his chest.

Kix laughs, the vibrations running through his chest and into yours. You're suddenly aware of how bare you both are, how you're pressed together from shoulder to toe. It should be unnerving, but it isn't. You feel safe.

"Me either. We should've been doing that this whole time."

You giggle, your hand running across his side to rest on his ribs. You can feel the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your palm. "Maybe next time you can fuck me on a med table."

He groans, the hand on your waist moving down to squeeze your ass. "That violates about ten different health codes."

"Fine. The supply closet, then."

"Mesh’la —" The words are a choked moan, and you can’t help but laugh.

"You're cute when you're flustered."

"You're a menace."

You lean up to press a kiss to his jaw, smirking. "But you like it.”

"You're right," he chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. "I do."

You hum happily, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips move slowly against yours before a rumbling sensation under your hand makes them shoot open.

"Was that your stomach?"

Kix blushes and looks away. "Maybe."

You roll your eyes fondly, pushing away from his chest. He whines, trying to pull your back against him.

“You’re hungry,” you laugh.

"I am not," he protests weakly.

You stand from the bed, grinning when his eyes immediately drop to your body. His gaze is so heated that you can't help but flush, and it only burns brighter when you bend over to pick up your pants, and he lets out a low groan.

"Mesh'la, if you keep doing that, I'll never let you leave this bed," he growls.

You bite your lip, your eyes flickering down to the sheet barely covering his growing erection. The sight is mouthwatering, and your mind fills with a thousand different ideas about what you'd like to do with him. But your stomach growls again, and you sigh, walking toward the refresher.

"Where are you going?" he pouts, propping himself up on his elbows.

"You're not the only one who's hungry." You stop at the door, giving him a mischievous smile. "And if you're a good boy, I'll make it worth the wait."

Kix is quiet for a moment before he speaks. "I can wait."

"Good boy."

His responding groan has you grinning from ear to ear as you disappear behind the door, your laughter echoing off the walls.

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grimm-writings · 7 months ago

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hello! <3 i read your dungeon meshi stuff and it was great!! is it alright if i request some relationship headcanons with chilchuk? preferably with a male s/o, but gn is alright too! thank you sm! i hope you have a good day.

chilchuck relationship headcanons!!

…ft! chilchuck x m! reader

…tags! fluff, mentions of chilchuck's wife, chilchuck bisexuality crisis, teeny weeny hurt/comfort, talk of marriage, just word vomit tbh

…wc! 1561 (UHM...)

…notes! m! reader food come get it!!!!!!!! thank you for giving me the opportunity to go crazy stupid with this request anon i love chil so much is it obvious yet

Ok let’s get one thing straight.

(He isn’t. Haha.)

But! In all seriousness, Chilchuck has one thing he needs to do before considering a committed relationship.

Yep, even with all the longing glances, late night conversations, and helping each other learn and grow, he has to delay the fruition of your relationship until after everything after the dungeon dies down.

Well… he just needs to talk to his past lover first. He needs to have a long, long conversation with her, and he’ll be sure to mention you too.

He relays this to you during the great feast privately. Despite his nervousness, the sigh of relief that escapes him is noticeable. His shoulders slack and he closes his eyes. Finally, it’s off his chest.

Before we talk about the actual relationship, though, let’s talk about stuff that happened during the pining phase! Yay!

Chilchuck only had one flame his entire life, and that was his childhood friend. He never really ‘dated’, never really had any sort of time to explore his feelings for anyone else.

To put it plainly, he had no idea he was into guys.

“I dunno, Senshi was always kind of handsome,” Chilchuck notes with Laios, and his doppelganger nods in agreement. You and Marcille pause for a second, processing the words the two men said. Like a house pet that has certain opinions regarding these sorts of people, you side-eye one another. “How would you know that?” You challenge. In response, one of the Chilchucks glances over at you – the more tired looking one – and he shrugs. “Not anyone would have the kinda bold look in his eyes he has. The pinnacle of masculinity,” he huffs with a small grin, as if daydreaming of the very such thing. You have no words. You quite simply don’t.

It’d be a major “oh FUCK” moment when he does realise. Honestly the entire realisation of feelings for Chilchuck is Good Medicine but times a billion.

He’s pacing he’s pulling at his hair he’s questioning how the HELL did this happen.

If he has a pillow he is screaming into it more often than he normally does.

If you’re more on the masculine side, or are a dwarf, this man is a right mess around you.

Like he’s stammering constantly and hates himself for it. Constantly red in the face around you and has to excuse himself.

But like . Not in a gay way or anything.

(Seriously if you think how he avoids his friends is ridiculous, this is eleven times worse.)

It takes some time, but I can imagine there’s a moment in the dungeon where you kissed at least once.

Chilchuck is the one to break away first, his eyes wide and face beet red. It doesn’t take long for him to take his hands away from where they were, interlaced with yours, to hold his face and drag his skin down in dread. “...Did you like it?” You nervously ask. He’s the king of mixed signals… The half-foot nods slowly, still looking like he experienced some form of unwanted enlightenment. “Yuh–huh,” he squeaks. You smile. That’s good enough for you.

Marcille definitely picks up on SOME tension though. She’s oddly observant of that sort of thing.

Once you actually reveal to the party that you’re seeing each other post-canon, Marcille disrespectfully shouts “I KNEW IT!”

As Chilchuck and her have an arguing match about that, you’ll look at Laios who looks shocked. He had no idea. Some things never change.

Senshi and Falin are normal and actually just congratulate you. Give them hugs for me.

BUT FINALLY ONTO ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS!!!!!! (This is like 600 words so far.)

He’s still uneasy about a lot of things. He has a deep-rooted fear of messing this up again.

When the relationship is established he might distance himself for a bit. Not on purpose, mind you, he’s just… not sure of what to do, and he’d rather not do anything at all than mess up.

Chilchuck no that in turn is messing up noo!!!!

You’d have to tell him this and he’ll try and turn his behaviour around instantaneously. He’ll be nervous and frustrated with himself, but take it slow and he’ll come around eventually.

His nicknames are … unique.

He’ll use stuff like “idiot” with the greatest affection in his eyes and a soft grin, but he’ll say “hey handsome” with the most dripping sarcasm and sneer. Why is he like this—

Play with his strands of grey hair and he’s so flustered, swatting your hand away. If he’s tired and cuddling into you, though, he… well, he wouldn’t mind it.

Speaking of cuddling! He didn’t really do much like cuddling in his previous relationship, to your surprise. He just shrugs and says he and his old flame weren’t that kind of people.

This is how you inadvertently find out Chilchuck is a wombo combo of touch starved and too embarrassed by it to do anything about it. How does he live…?

He knows himself if you’re not a half-foot that him being a big spoon is too ridiculous of a notion. Yeah, he immediately assumes he has to be the one spooning you. He realises with time though that he… drastically prefers being in your arms. Feeling secure, loved… He really really likes it.

Not like you can ever get him to admit it verbally.

(You can still see it from how he relaxes into you and smiles as he drifts off into dreamland.)

It’s been a long day, and Chilchuck wants nothing more than to see you. You look up from where you were sitting when your boyfriend enters the house and smile. “Good evening, love.” God, your smile. If he didn’t know he’d be coming home to this, then the work day wouldn’t have been worth it. He sighs and smiles, walking to you and immediately falling onto your lap. His face tucks itself into your stomach and his arms wrap around your middle. “Hm, someone’s tired,” you remark with a grin. Chilchuck merely groans into your form. Sparing him from any teasing, you card your fingers through your hair. You can already feel how he melts into you as he loses consciousness. You lean down and kiss the shell of his ear. “Sweet dreams, Chil.”

For a long time, he struggles with actually calling you his boyfriend. It’s not like he’s ashamed of you, it’s just… It’s always been “my wife” for such a long time. He still can’t quite fathom this change in his life. That you’re his and he’s yours.

Eventually, he’ll be the one to proudly proclaim “my boyfriend!” when he gets the chance to mention you. He’s quite proud of the fact he’s got you, after all.

His kisses are usually quick and brief pecks on your temple or if he’s not in reach, your hand or shoulder.

Ugh can you imagine him taking your hand and giving a kiss to the back of it? And you can feel his thumb ghost over your knuckles reassuringly before wishing you farewell to work? Dying dead.

Kiss him and he’s always taken aback every time. He still won’t be able to comprehend it no matter how many times you’ve done it.

(To be slightly on the more suggestive side… really likes making out when in the mood. He can do that for hours with him on top of you. Though he wouldn’t mind being underneath if he considers it…)

He daydreams more often than he likes, especially early in the relationship. He’ll feel ridiculous for it, like some lovestruck schoolboy but… well, yeah, he IS utterly enamoured with you! Don’t be surprised if you catch him staring at you or checking you out in some way. Call him out, and he’ll flush with a furrowed brow and glance away.

His love language mostly comes in the form of acts of service. Although there’s a slight bit of gift giving too. He likes giving you wordworks or embroidery he made if he knows you like it. Maybe he’ll make you a teddy or ragdoll if you’re into that!

You also get Chilchuck thinking about the impossible after a while. He doesn’t try to make a big deal out of it, but it’s kinda hard when…

“I think I can give marriage a second chance,” Chilchuck says out of the blue to you one relaxing night in bed. His hair is messed up by you burying your head into it, and your lover is tucked into your chest, holding onto your waist. His words certainly catch you off guard, and for once Chilchuck doesn’t make a thing out of being the one to fluster you for once. Instead, he tucks his nose into your neck and sighs. “I just…” he pauses for a few seconds. “I think I can do it right this time. If you’re here with me. I think I can do it.” The silence is thick with a kind of tenderness you’d only associate with the colour pink. It’s deep and you can feel your face glow in the heat. You pull Chilchuck closer and kiss his head. “I’d really like that Chilchuck. I really would.” He chuckles slightly at the soft sensation, closing his eyes again. “Thank you,” he says, “I mean it. I couldn’t have made it this far without you.”

#✮ grimm's fics!#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi imagines #delicious in dungeon imagines #dungeon meshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #chilchuck imagines #chilchuck tims imagines #chilchuck x reader #chilchuck tims x reader #male reader #m!reader #m! reader

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lowkeychenle · 1 year ago

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the 1 [NJM] (M)

Description: Six years ago, you decided to move away to a different country to go to school. The catch? You had to leave Jaemin behind, and you refused to drag him along. Now you're back and, for some reason, he doesn't quite seem to hate you in the way you thought he would.

(this is inspired by the Taylor Swift song by the same name, listen to it here)

Genre: Fluff/Smut/Angst TRIPLE THREAT (?? am i okay)

Content Warnings: Explicit sex, break ups, the angst isn't too bad I don't think. Just break up stuff l o l (also don't judge any typos or repetitions I didn't edit this because I wrote this whole thing today someone save me from myself) (also also I am totally working on all requests still, I just get random inspo sometimes and when it hits, it hits)

Word Count: 10,012 (yoo for why did I make this so long help)

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader (this is a non-canon AU, Jaemin is a lil businessman and the rest of Dream make appearances here. PS, Best Friend!Donghyuck y'all)

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Honestly, you never thought you’d make your way back to Seoul. Not when you didn’t have much to come back to. Leaving for college was the scariest decision you’d ever made, but you’re so much better off for it. The experience of living in another country—even if it just for school—is the best thing you’ve ever done.

But Seoul is home. Home is where the heart is, and yours has always resided here, even long after you left. You wonder about the friends you left behind, knowing you haven’t been the best at keeping up with them.

You especially think of Jaemin. The two of you were both twenty-two when you left and, at the time, you would’ve said you were in love with him. You’d been dating for a year before you made your decision.

You don’t think of him in a way that you still have feelings for him, but rather, you want the best for him. If anything, you want to know he’s been as successful as you after you walked away from him.

“America?” Jaemin raises his eyebrows, recoiling at the thought. “I mean, that’s a great opportunity, but wouldn’t it be hard?”

“Of course, it’ll be hard. I think I need to do this before it’s too late for me.” You look down at your hands to avoid eye contact with him. The last thing you want to do is break his heart. Hell, you’ll be breaking your own, too. But being in love with Jaemin doesn’t mean you have to stop everything going on in your life to make sure you keep him.

“How long?” he asks.

“The standard degree path is four years over there, but it could take longer.”

He pauses, gulping. “Wow. You’ll be gone for four years?”

“Yeah.” You pick at your nails and clear your throat. “This is…This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Jaem. I can’t miss it.”

“I know. I wouldn’t want you to. Um, I guess I’m just nervous as to what that means for us.”

“I love you.” You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “I love you so much, but I can’t ask you to wait for me for four years. Or longer.”

“It’s not like we won’t talk. We have calls, FaceTime, we have everything. However long you need, we’ll work it out.” He tilts his head. At your hesitation, worry spreads across his face.

“I…I don’t know if I’ll come back at all, is what I mean.” You finally meet his gaze and watch the shock course through him.

“Okay, then I’ll move there, too,” he replies, as if it were simple. His forehead wrinkles as he frowns. “If that’s what you want, I can do that. We’ve only been together a year, (Y/N), that’s not long enough for me. I need forever. I promised you forever and I meant it.”

“I won’t ask you to do that.” You shake your head, feeling your eyes well with tears. “Your family’s here. Your friends. We both know you wouldn’t want to move away from your mom forever.”

Jaemin lets out a short breath, tugging his hand away from yours and running it through his hair. “So that’s it? There’s no way I can convince you?”

“You deserve someone who wants the same things you do. The same life. If I can’t give that to you, someone else will. I love you, but sometimes, love isn’t always enough if we’re being pulled in different directions.”

“I won’t just forget about you. You’re just going to disappear?” He wipes away a tear, rolling his eyes.

“You don’t have to forget about me. I’m not forgetting about you. I just need to do something for myself, and I can’t force you along with me.”

The barista jolts you from your trance, asking you if there’s something she can help you with. You clear your throat, hoping you’ll be able to talk past the lump in your throat. After ordering your favorite coffee, you stand off to the side to wait for it.

The door dings behind you, but you think nothing of it. You continue about your business, checking your phone for the time and waiting for your drink. A message comes through from your friend Donghyuck asking if you’d gotten everything settled already.

You and Jaemin had the same friend group. That’s how you met, actually. Donghyuck brought you over to one of their group hang outs, and you and Jaemin clung to each other like glue. It was inevitable that you two would end up dating, and when you did, literally not one of them were surprised.

You send him a quick message back saying everything’s good, and then the barista calls your name. Smiling at her, you walk up to grab the steaming hot cup. Nearly groaning to yourself about how good it smells, you turn around to walk toward the door.

That’s when you see him.

Jaemin.

You haven’t seen him in years. Sure, you still had each other on social media, but you never went out of your way to look at him. Five years has done him well and, at first, you’re unsure if you should say anything. He’s staring right at you, but it doesn’t feel like an invitation. It feels weird.

He’s clearly not the same Jaemin he was, but he’s Jaemin.

And right when you think he’s going to storm off in the other direction and want nothing to do with you, he smiles widely and approaches you. His smile is as gorgeous as it was before, maybe even more so. Normally, this would do little to bother you. You two ended on somewhat good terms, so there’s no reason for either of you to be holding a grudge all this time later.

He wears black pants with a pale pink button-down tucked into them. There isn’t another word to describe him other than divine. He looks good.

With his hands buried in his pockets, he makes his way over. “I thought that was you.”

“Yeah, it’s me.” You laugh shortly, surprised that you don’t feel too awkward now that he’s in front of you. “Wow, how long has it been?”

As if you don’t know.

“Five years?” he says it like a question. “It hasn’t been that long since we’ve talked though. I guess things are just hard with time zones, aren’t they?”

You give an exaggerated nod. “Totally get that. Well, how have you been?”

“Busy.” He snorts, widening his eyes. “Busy like you wouldn’t believe. Did you end up getting your degree over there? Have you been to see Donghyuck yet?”

“I got the very expensive piece of paper, yes. And I haven’t seen him yet, no. I got back two days ago and have been trying to get things settled before I take a break.” You sip your coffee, almost sighing at the taste of vanilla on your tongue.

“I’m proud of you.” He purses his lips. “Not sure if that means much, but I am. I’m glad it worked out the way you wanted.”

“Thank you. It means a lot, especially from you. What did you decide to do here?” you ask him, tilting your head a bit.

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear,” Jaemin says. “Renjun, Chenle, Jeno, and I opened a business a couple years back. We’ve been doing pretty well, but it doesn’t really leave us with much time for anything else.”

“Holy shit, Jaem, that’s awesome.” You can’t help but grin at him. “I always knew you guys were destined for great things.”

You think back to when you’d hang out with all of them—Jaemin, Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Donghyuck, Chenle, and Jisung. Every Saturday night, you’d all get together for drinks at someone’s house, a constant rotation of happiness, friendship, and pure adoration. You love all of them, albeit in different ways, you feel a strong connection to them all. Being without them for so long has certainly made you nostalgic, but you’re sure you’ll at least see some of them now that you’re back.

You’re not sure if Jaemin will ever be comfortable hanging out with you. Neither of you were particularly bitter in your breakup, but it wasn’t mutual. You didn’t even want it, and he certainly didn’t either. But Jaemin has always been understanding—almost to a fault. He would never ask you to do something if it was against what you wanted to do.

“You know.” He pauses, running his tongue over his teeth. “Are you busy? I’m on my lunch, so if you want to catch up a little, I have the time.”

You hesitate, unsure if it’s a good idea. Before you and Jaemin dated, he was an excellent friend, too. Your only worry at this point is if things will be awkward between the two of you, but it doesn’t seem to be that way yet.

“Yeah, actually.” You take another sip of your coffee, cradling your jacket over your arm to your chest.

He gives you another dazzling smile and gestures over to a small table by the window. “After you.”

You sit down, shrugging your purse from your shoulder and hanging it from the back of the chair. He follows your lead, black hair falling like a curtain over his forehead as he leans forward to bring the seat closer. An odd urge to brush it away overtakes you, but you grab your coffee instead.

Your past with Jaemin is long gone. He’s definitely moved on to bigger, better things, and so have you. Your time in America wasn’t wasted, and you knew from Donghyuck the moment Jaemin moved on from you. It didn’t hurt the way you thought it would. You wanted him happy and cared for, and if you couldn’t do it, you hoped and prayed someone else would.

That was three years ago, but Donghyuck never talked about Jaemin to you again, unless it was something small that happened in a group setting. At that point, you’d also moved on, so as long as he was alive and thriving, you didn’t need to hear about it. Everything was okay.

You’ll always hold an unmatched adoration for the man sitting in front of you. He was your first real love, but everyone knows not everything in your early twenties lasts. It’s true what they say—that you never truly forget your first love. That, and how once you love someone, you’ll always hold some sort of affection for them in your heart.

You tell Jaemin of all the things you got to do in America, and he listens intently. In turn, he tells you about his business and how they grew it from the ground up. It’s one of the largest companies in South Korea, and your heart warms with pride.

Everything you did makes sense. You did it for a good reason. If he had dropped everything and come with you to America, he wouldn’t be doing what he loves. Eventually, you were sure he would’ve grown to resent you if he had gone.

Before you know it, the two of you have been talking for well over an hour. Your coffee is gone, the small bit left at the bottom chilled. On a whim, he checks his watch and recoils in shock.

“Oh shit,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize how long we’d been here.”

“It’s no big deal,” you reply, waving him off. “I’ll get going though.”

“Actually…So the guys and I still do Saturday nights. If you want to come this Saturday, it’s at my place. If you want, I can text you the address.” He taps his fingers on the table.

“Yeah, that sounds like a lot of fun. It’ll be nice to see everyone. I did get a new number though, so let me give it to you.” You reach into your purse for your phone so you can find it. Since you had to switch plans when you moved back, you don’t really know it yet either.

You read it off to him, and he purses his lips while he sends his address to you in a text message. Afterwards, he stands up and brushes off his pants.

“It’ll be just like old times. Jisung is finally old enough to drink, too.” Jaemin chuckles to himself before running his fingers through his hair to push it back. “I’ll see you Saturday? We start at six.”

“Absolutely. I’ll be there.” You watch as he retreats away from you, head held high as he walks out of the coffee shop. He was confident back when you dated, but he’s even more so, and for good reason. No matter what, it’s like he gets increasingly attractive as he ages.

As soon as he’s out of sight, you tap your cheeks to get the slight blush off of them. You didn’t expect to run into him like that, not so soon, but you’re glad you did. Everything happens for a reason, and you’re glad he’s okay with everyone hanging out. You’d hate to lose out on your friends because they have to pick sides.

The encounter stays heavy on your mind even until the next day when you’re supposed to meet Donghyuck for lunch. Your apartment is on the smaller side, since most of your savings was spent to get over here.

The living room is a little under furnished, but it’s nothing you won’t accumulate as time goes on. You have a soft loveseat, a TV mounted to the wall, and a small hallway off to the side that contains your kitchen and all the appliances. Your bedroom is on the left side, big enough only for your bed and a dresser.

You stand in front of the bathroom mirror, trying your best to look at least presentable. You’ve been exhausted lately. Moving countries, across the world, takes a toll on you. At least today is Thursday. You have a job interview tomorrow, and then you’ll get to see your friends on Saturday. Your heart aches for them. They were the best friends you ever had, a complete, close knit group of people who just function so well together. There wasn’t anything else in the world like it.

You go to the small sandwich shop, finding Donghyuck already sitting there waiting for you. His face lights up like a Christmas tree at the sight of you, and his chair scrapes across the floor as he hurries to get up and hug you. He squeezes you so tightly, you almost can’t breathe. You laugh anyway, returning the gesture the best you can.

“My God, I feel like I haven’t seen you in years!” he says, smiling widely. “Shit, you’re not allowed to move out of the country again.”

You roll your eyes, nudging him. “You came to visit six months ago.”

“Six months is still half a year, (Y/N). Never again.”

“Luckily for you, I do plan on staying.” You wait for him to release you before the two of you head over to the line to order.

“Every time I see you, it’s like you’ve grown up more.” Donghyuck fakes a pout, shaking his head. “Look at you, being an adult in the world.”

“Shut your mouth,” you say. “You’re only a year older than me.”

“A year is plenty of time for extra wisdom.” He crosses his arms over his chest, raising his eyebrows like his point is valid.

He orders for both of you, insisting on paying even though you’re about ready to wrestle his wallet out of his hands. It doesn’t matter if you had a billion dollars, he would still insist. That’s always what he’s been for you, your best friend. He takes care of you even when you don’t need it.

“So, when’s your interview?” he asks, accepting the cups from the person at the counter. Handing it to you, he leads you over to the fountain, filling his with Coke Zero.

“I’m glad to see some things never change.” You grin, picking your favorite drink as well. “It’s tomorrow. I’m hoping it works out, because job searching is so tiring.”

“Tell me about it. I’m sure it’ll go great. You’re multilingual and stuff. Employers love that shit.”

Before you respond, the order is ready. You two walk back to your table, conversing back and forth about random things. The conversation takes a turn, and you’re surprised when he actually brings it up.

“Jaemin said he invited you for Saturday.” Donghyuck sips his drink. “Are you going?”

You frown. “Well, yeah. I wouldn’t miss something like that. It’s been too long since I’ve seen everyone.”

“I know that. It’s not weird with you and him, though?”

“Not at all.” You chew the inside of your cheek as you contemplate. “I was worried it would be, but we caught up a little. He seems to be doing really well. If it’s not awkward for him, it won’t be for me. I’d love to be reinstated in the friend group.”

“Reinstated?” He scrunches his nose. “That implies that you were ever un-instated.”

“Is…is that a word?” You chuckle.

“I don’t know. Sounds right to me.” He shrugs, taking a large bite of his sandwich. “I did tell them you were coming back, but also that I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable with that. They all miss you. I swear, Jisung has been talking my ear off asking when we’ll all get together. He’ll be so happy you’re coming.”

Jisung has always been the baby of the group. Even as a full grown adult, you all treat him like a child. He doesn’t complain about it, and he feeds into it probably a bit more than he should. You learn Mark and Donghyuck live together, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jeno live in their own places, and Jisung and Renjun live together. You’re a bit shocked by the last pairing, but you don’t say anything about it.

“Just promise me that if it does get weird, you’ll tell me?”

“I’ll tell you. Promise.” You nod. “I don’t think it will. It was years ago, Hyuck. He moved on, I moved on, and we’re completely different people now. Neither of us are mad.”

“Good. It’ll be nice to have the family back together again.”

After lunch, Donghyuck drives you home. You thank him for the ride, and you head up to your apartment. Regardless of what you say out loud, your brain truly is whirling like crazy after your time with Jaemin.

You didn’t expect seeing him to send you for a loop like this, but you can’t help but think back to how happy you were with him. You two were…something. Maybe not perfect, but it was fun. Magnetic. Passionate. Everything you’ve tried to replicate, even though it’s impossible. No other man could ever be Jaemin.

Your mind drifts off, and you lose yourself in memories.

Saturday nights were a novelty. You sit on Chenle’s couch with Jaemin practically hung over you, the rest of the guys talking simultaneously and incredibly loudly. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you loved it. It reminded you how many people you had by your side, and how many of them were truly like you.

Jaemin kisses your temple, pausing there for a moment. It’s late, and you know he’s getting tired. Even though these are your best friends, you understand his need to wind down after a long night. You bring your wine glass up to your lips, finishing it off.

“Ready?” he asks softly.

You glance over at him and nod, smiling. “Yeah, let me go put this away.”

When you stand up, hardly anyone notices. Chenle and Jisung are basically yelling at each other about something you can’t discern. You laugh when Chenle argues with dramatic hand motions. That’s how you know it’s serious.

You’re pretty sure Renjun has Jeno in a headlock, but you go into the kitchen before you get a good look. It’s a bit quieter in here, and you take a deep breath. You place the glass gently into the sink, closing your eyes and craning your neck back in an attempt to relax. Saturday nights drain you in the best ways, and exhaustion is starting to creep in.

Before you know it, a pair of arms snake around your waist, tugging you back gently. You find yourself against Jaemin’s chest, and you instinctively lean your head on his shoulder.

“And I thought I was tired,” he mumbles, kissing your hairline. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Can I stay with you tonight?” You turn to face him, lost in the way the lights glitter in his deep brown eyes. He truly is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and you don’t have to restrain yourself from reaching up to cup his cheek. His skin is so smooth beneath your touch, you want to touch it forever.

“You don’t even have to ask.” He nods. “You’re always allowed to stay with me.”

Jaemin tells the boys you’re leaving. Chenle and Jisung halt their argument to give you a hug, and even Renjun allows Jeno some breathing time so he can say goodbye, too. Jaemin’s place isn’t far from Chenle’s, so you sit in silence for the ride, sleep threatening to take over on the way.

His fingers intertwine with yours over the center console, and his thumb rubs gently on your skin. You hum in content.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he whispers, careful not to startle you. “We’re almost there, my love.”

You try your best to listen to him. When you finally pull into his building’s parking lot, you’re barely able to keep your eyes open.

This week had been extra long, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to go to Chenle’s tonight in the first place. You’re glad you did, but you’d much rather be curled up with Jaemin. He unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out, striding over to your side of the car.

Opening your door, he reaches across you to take your seatbelt off. “You okay? Do you want me to carry you?”

“Carry me? Jaem, you live on the fourth floor. I’ll be fine, just help me up.” You hold your hand out to him, but he clicks his tongue and slides his hands beneath your back and knees.

“You underestimate me,” he teases you, pulling you into his chest. “I’ll get you upstairs.”

Instead of arguing, you let your head fall onto his chest and you listen to his steady heartbeat. You’ve been together for six months now, and everything has been perfect. At this point, you’re pretty sure you want to marry Jaemin. You don’t know if he feels the same way, but you know you’d be damn lucky if that’s how things go.

He’s caring. Loving. All the things you could ever ask for. Hell, he’s carrying you into his apartment building so you don’t have to walk. He’ll make breakfast in the morning like he always does when you stay the night, and he’ll brush your hair and braid it if you want.

When you finally make it up to the fourth floor (via elevator, thankfully for Jaemin), his heart is still steady in his chest, and he brings you inside his apartment easily. He immediately brings you into his bedroom, setting you on his bed.

“Want a shirt, love?” he asks, heading over to his dresser.

“Please.” Your eyes are closed as you rest on his pillow, sinking into the soft mattress as if you’re on top of a cloud.

Jaemin grabs one for you, helping you sit up so he can help you take your blouse off. He pulls it over your head, the cotton fabric settling on your skin. It smells of his laundry detergent, so you take a deep breath to appreciate it.

“Okay,” he mutters. “Lay down now.”

He guides you back down, and he finds the button on your jeans. You aide him in taking them off of you, and then he kneels on the floor next to you, eye level with you.

“I love you,” he says, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Forever. I promise.”

“Me too,” you reply, voice quiet. “Love you forever.”

With a soft smile, he leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Get some sleep, my love. I’ll be back to cuddle in a few minutes.”

You watch him walk into his bathroom, but you’re fast asleep before he comes back out.

Forever. You scoff at your ceiling. What a concept. A novelty, really. You’re not even sure if it exists at this point. If a man like Jaemin wasn’t your forever, who the hell would be? Nobody interested you enough. You don’t think you want Jaemin anymore, but you don’t want anyone else either.

A cat. That’s what you need.

You try to distract yourself with the thought of that, but it doesn’t take long for another memory to completely consume you.

“Is this okay?” he asks, chest heaving while he hovers above you as his hand rubs up and down your side. “Tell me if you’re not comfortable.”

“I love you,” you tell him easily, as if the words are second-nature when they come to him. “I’m ready. I want you.”

Seven months in, and you and Jaemin were just now preparing to have sex for the first time. You’d touched each other, explored each other, but he always insisted he wanted it to be perfect. This, you decide, is perfect. He’s perfect. Nothing about him makes you nervous, and you’re more than ready to take the next step with him.

Neither of you are virgins, but it’d obviously been a while for you both. He lines himself up with your entrance and groans.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, as if he’s mesmerized. “I love you.”

To quell his nerves, you pull him down into a soft kiss, letting your mouths work together in perfect harmony while he slowly, carefully pushes inside you. His lips part, still pressed to yours, once he’s fully in.

Your eyes desperately want to flutter shut, but you don’t dare look away from him right now. He stays there for a moment, relishing in the feeling of the two of you finally being connected like this. Jaemin is deeply sentimental, so you know how much it means for him to take this step with you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently. “God, you feel so good.”

A small whimper leaves you at the sensation, and you rock your hips in response. “Move,” you tell him.

He drops his head to your neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping as he sets his pace. Oh so careful not to break you, he moans into your skin, the vibrations making your whole body tremble. The slide of him against your walls is intoxicating, and all you can do is take it, legs locked firmly around him as he takes you to a new world.

“Jaem.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair for encouragement.

He continues to thrust, his breathing starting to increase when he gets closer to the edge. Without missing a beat, he reaches between the two of you to rub circles on your clit. You moan a bit louder than you should, but you don’t care.

Suddenly, you’re floating, brain going fuzzy when you reach heights you never thought you could. Your back arches into his body, nails digging into his shoulders as the world tilts off its axis.

“Shit,” he gasps, hips bucking. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”

You let out a shuddering breath, body slumping when you land from your free fall. Weaving your fingers through his hair, you pull him up to kiss you, swallowing his breathy whine as he cums.

Both of you sit there for a few moments, the only sounds are from the panting. He rests more of his weight on top of you, enveloping you in all the heat pouring out of his body. With a sweet kiss, he hums into your mouth.

“We’re gonna have to do that again.” He chuckles, his nose nuzzling your cheek. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“Says you,” you retort.

“I’m so serious.” Jaemin frowns at you. “I’m going to make love to you forever. We’ll get old and gray and I’ll still find you sexy.”

You laugh, smacking his chest. “You’re ridiculous. But you better mean that.”

“I’ve never meant anything more.”

When Saturday rolls around, you head into your closet to pick out an outfit. You don’t want to wear anything too fancy, but not too casual either. Settling on a flowy, pale pink top and a pair of jeans, staring at yourself in the mirror for much too long.

No part of today has to be weird. You’ll show up, have a great night, go home, and repeat it again the next week. Even knowing that, you’re more nervous for tonight than you were for your interview yesterday.

You think you got the job, but you’d hear back for sure on Monday. Logically, you have nothing to worry about on either end.

You put Jaemin’s address into the map on your phone, and you see it’s not too far from your apartment. Donghyuck offered to pick you up, but you decided it’d be best if you got there on your own. That way, you don’t have to make Hyuck leave early if things aren’t going well for you.

You slide on your boots, checking your pockets to make sure you have everything before you walk out into the street. Locking the door behind you, you make your way over. It’s a little before six, but everyone knows you’re chronically early. Even when you and Jaemin were dating, you were at least fifteen minutes early for every occasion.

You’re excited to see Jaemin again, but you know you shouldn’t be. In fact, you distract yourself with the idea of all the other boys. You saw Hyuck already, but seeing all the others for the first time in years is going to be a great experience.

When you arrive at the building, you blink in surprise. With him being a successful businessman, you knew he probably didn’t live in the same place, but this one shocked you. It’s huge. There are probably dozens of floors, and you have to look at his text message again to see which one he’s on.

Twenty-four? Holy shit.

You step into the lobby, and the man at the front desk also serves as an elevator guard. When you approach, he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Where are you needing to go, ma’am?” he asks.

“Twenty-fourth floor, it doesn’t say a number on the text, though—”

“Let me call up there to confirm. What’s your name?”

“(Y/N),” you reply, shifting on your feet.

“One moment, please.” He grabs the phone off the hook and dials quickly. “Mr. Na, I have a woman here to see you. Her name is (Y/N).”

It only takes a second for the man to nod and hang up the phone. He bows his head to you and gestures behind him. “He said he’s expecting you.”

The doors part for you and you step inside, and somehow, the button for the twenty-fourth floor is already pressed. You wait patiently inside as you ascend, the nerves beginning to sink in. Jaemin might be expecting you, sure, but you’re probably going to be the first one there. You always are.

When the elevator dings and opens, you expect a hallway. Instead, you’re walking straight into Jaemin’s living room. The wall across from you is all glass, the buzzing city view below making your heart drop. Hardwood flooring covers the expanse of the room, a faux fireplace on with a large sectional in front of it, a coffee table, and several other seating arrangements.

A few bottles of rosé are in a bin of ice on the coffee table, with ten glasses set out. You frown, letting your mind wander on who they could be for.

“Oh, you’re here!” It’s not Jaemin’s voice you hear.

When you turn toward it, you’re surprised to see a woman. She’s beautiful, with long black hair and shining brown eyes, and it takes you less than a split second to realize who she is. What did you expect? Jaemin moved on, and you shouldn’t be surprised. Your ribcage shouldn’t be constricting as hard as it is right now, but you laugh as she gives you a hug.

“Sorry, I’m a hugger.” She chuckles as she pulls away from you. “I’ve heard so much about you. The boys get so crazy when good things happen. It’ll be nice to have another girl around here, Jiyoon and I are pretty close to insane. I’m Yeeun.”

She holds her hand out to you and you take it, overwhelmed by the information she’s given you. Jaemin walks out from the kitchen, his white button-down shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows and the bottom hem tucked into a pair of blue jeans.

“Don’t scare her away.” Jaemin grins, shaking his head at her. “She’s kind of shy.”

“I’m not shy,” you retort.

“And that’s why you’re only one step inside, right?” Jaemin quirks an eyebrow, leaning his shoulder against the wall. “Make yourself at home. Lord knows everyone else does.”

“Where should I put my stuff?” I ask.

“The couch is fine. Everyone should be here soon.” Jaemin gestures over, but before you say anything else, he heads back into the kitchen.

“He’s so serious.” Yeeun cringes, walking with you to the couch. “Sometimes I think he’s got a stick in some places.”

“I can hear you,” Jaemin says.

You have to hold back another laugh.

“That’s the point,” she shouts back.

You take a seat and cross your legs, taking in the grandeur of Jaemin’s apartment. Various paintings hang on the walls and, in the midst of your concentration, something jumps in your lap. You gasp, throwing your hand over your mouth.

Thankfully, it’s just a kitten.

“Oh, that’s Luna.” Yeeun reaches over to give her a quick pet. “Jaemin’s got three cats. Luna, Lucy, and Luke. They kinda look similar, but you’ll learn them eventually.”

You stare at the animal in shock, wondering what convinced Jaemin to get three at once. Shrugging it off, you pick her up and hold her to your chest, running your hand over her soft fur.

“Chenle should be here any minute,” Yeeun says under her breath, glancing down at her phone. “Let me c—”

The elevator dings again, and Chenle walks in without a second thought. He tosses his jacket on the table and rolls his shoulders as if he’s done a bunch of work. Yeeun launches from the couch, and you can’t say you’re not relieved when you see her plant a kiss firmly on his lips. She’s not Jaemin’s girlfriend, she’s Chenle’s.

“You miss me after not seeing me for an hour?” he teases her, his arm wrapped around her waist.

“You’re so mean.” She scrunches her face, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the couch.

Chenle grins widely when he sees you and gives you a quick hug. “You finally decide to come back after five years?”

“Don’t be a brat.” You snort. “You’re elated I’ve returned.”

“We all are,” he says easily. “If I have to hear Hyuck cry one more time about you being thousands of miles away I might end him.”

“You and me both.”

“Oh, I had Yeeun come a little early. I knew you’d be atrociously early because you’re you, and I thought it might be weird with you and Jaemin alone, so…” Chenle lowers his voice.

“I appreciate you.” You smile, taking your spot back on the couch. “I’m okay, though. Really.”

Especially now that you know Jaemin’s not dating Yeeun.

“Chenle, I swear to God, if you eat all of this fucking board before everyone else gets here, I’m going to kill you.” Jaemin reenters, placing a charcuterie board down by the wine. “This took hours, dude.”

“I’ll leave it alone.” Chenle holds his hands up in mock surrender, sitting next to Yeeun and throwing his arm over her shoulders.

The next one to show up is Hyuck, who brings Mark in tow. They both hug you, and by now, conversation is flowing with everyone. Jeno is next, then Renjun and Jisung. You’re not sure what you were expecting from him, but he’s definitely turned into a grown up since the last time you’ve seen him.

“Holy shit,” you say, practically in awe. “Did you have seven growth spurts?”

“Actually, I think it was only one.” He laughs, patting your back. “I didn’t believe Hyuck when he said you were coming. Told him I’d have to see it with my own eyes first.”

When everyone is finally sitting down around the couch, you notice Chenle already eating some of the cheese. Jaemin glares at him, but he eventually gives up. You sit between Yeeun and Donghyuck, fading into the conversation in the way you used to. It warms your heart, and you have to fight the overwhelming feeling of having missed so much time.

Leaving was worth it. The experience you had was unlike any other, but you regretted not staying in contact with all of them—even Jaemin. Mark opens the wine first, pouring it into nine of the glasses.

“Where’s Jiyoon?” He frowns, directing his gaze to Jisung.

He shrugs. “She’ll be here soon. Her grandparents are in town, so she’s staying with her mom until they leave. But she shouldn’t be any later than seven-thirty.”

Your mind whirls at how they’re reacting to Jisung having a girlfriend like it’s normal. He’ll always be your baby brother in your eyes, regardless of blood relation.

“How’d your interview go?” Donghyuck asks you, roping you into the conversation.

“Oh, I think it went well. I find out for sure on Monday, so I’ll let you know.” You grin. “I’m ready to start making more money.”

“Why don’t you just come work for us?” Chenle offers. “I’m surprised Hyuck didn’t tell us you were looking for a job still.”

Donghyuck drops his head into his palm. “No shit, sherlock. Think about why I wouldn’t.”

“It doesn’t need to be like that,” Jaemin interjects, sighing. “(Y/N) and I are good. There’s no eggshells to walk on. Just let it go. Pretend it never happened.”

Pretend it never happened?

Your heart ping pongs around your chest, and you choke on your sip of wine. Everyone turns toward you and you chuckle nervously.

“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting this topic.” You set the glass down on the table, suddenly much less interested in it.

“If that’s what she wants, she can absolutely do that,” Jaemin continues. “If we’re ever going to be normal, we can’t be the only ones over it.”

You stare down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands as you try to ignore all the attention on you.

“Um.” You clear your throat. “I’m gonna go grab some water.”

You shoot up from your spot, darting into the kitchen before anyone can say anything else. Once you reach the island, you brace your palms on it to keep you afloat. You close your eyes and let out a deep breath.

“Hey,” Jaemin murmurs, stopping next to you. “Are you okay? I’m sorry if that was too much.”

“I’m fine.”

“Did I say something?” He furrows his eyebrows and shifts closer so you have to look at him.

“No, Jaemin, I promise. Everything’s good. I just need a minute.” You run your fingers through your hair and glance around the room. “Do you have water bottles?”

“In the fridge,” he replies.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he rests his back on the edge of the island, watching you as you grab one. You twist off the cap and take a sip.

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. That was never my intention.” Jaemin sighs.

“Regardless of your intention, I’m not uncomfortable. Everyone’s just so…different. But the same. And I missed you guys, you know? I missed Saturday nights and being around my favorite people, but it’s…Forget it. Please.”

“Okay.” He nods. “Come back out whenever you’re ready, then.”

Jaemin walks away from you, looking back once over his shoulder before he disappears around the corner. You bury your head in your hands, but you refuse to let anyone think you’re upset. About anything. Jaemin especially.

You take another drink of water before you follow him out to the living room. When you make it back to your spot between Hyuck and Yeeun, he leans over to whisper, “I got up to follow you and he looked like he would rip my head off if I moved another muscle.”

You snort. “Yeah, sure.”

Shortly after that incident, Jiyoon finally shows up. She’s a bit taller than Yeeun, with dyed blonde hair and brown eyes. Jisung introduces the two of you, and she greets you kindly. Mark fills her glass and hands it to her.

You hear funny stories from Jeno, listen to Renjun scolding Jisung about something, and rest your head on Hyuck’s shoulder. He doesn’t seem to mind, so you don’t plan on moving. He’s having a heated discussion about something to do with stocks with Jaemin and Mark. You happily tune them out, because you have no idea what they’re talking about.

You finish your glass of wine and pour yourself another one. Chenle’s taken care of most of the charcuterie board by now, and Yeeun is showing him videos on her phone. You take a moment to appreciate everyone around you, something you never did before, and realize change may not be a bad thing.

Yes, everyone is different, but so are you. It’s magical when people grow up in the same direction, even past time, distance, and space. They’re all the same at their core, but older. Wiser. Happier. More mature.

You’re on your third glass by the time the night deepens. It must be past ten o’clock at this point, but you don’t feel tired at all. You’re surprised when Chenle and Yeeun leave first. They both hug you on their way out.

Apparently, they broke the seal, because Jisung and Jiyoon are next, followed closely by Renjun. Jeno doesn’t leave until eleven, and Mark and Donghyuck are packing up to leave as well.

“Do you need a ride home?” Hyuck asks.

“I’m okay.” You shake your head. “I’ll leave in a few minutes, don’t worry.”

He hesitates, but eventually listens to you. You’re left alone with Jaemin, much to your surprise, and he’s not kicking you out at the first opportunity he gets.

“Did you want help cleaning up?” you question.

“There’s not much to clean,” Jaemin replies, standing from his seat. “I won’t say no to help though.”

“Of course.” You chuckle and get up, brushing off your jeans.

Grabbing a few of the glasses, you carry them into the kitchen and put them by the sink. Between the two of you, you’ve got everything in the kitchen within a few minutes.

“I’m glad you came,” Jaemin says, running the water to rinse out the dishes.

“Me too.” It’s not a lie. You love being in this group, but you wonder if there was a better way to ease back in.

“I…Can I say something?” he asks. “If it’s too weird, you can tell me no.”

“By all means.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right? I’m not bitter and I don’t hate you. I missed you a lot, actually. But I don’t want you to think you can’t come around because of me.” He pauses, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’m really proud of you. Of all the things you’ve accomplished, and I know we couldn’t have done the same things if we had stayed together.”

You don’t mean to let out a relieved breath, but his words take a weight off your shoulders. “Thank you, Jaem. I’m proud of you too.”

“Have one more drink with me? For old times’ sake?”

“I’d love that.”

So that’s how you end up next to Jaemin on his couch, his feet kicked up on his coffee table. You make jokes, talk about everyday things, but the more you drink, the more you crave to know about the past, about what happened after you left.

“Is the past off-limits?” You turn to look at him, almost blushing when you realize how close his face is to yours.

“I don’t think so.” He shakes his head. “But for every question you ask me, I get to ask you one.”

“That sounds like a good deal.” You smile. “But you go first.”

He gives you a half-smile before pursing his lips as he thinks. “Was it easy for you? Over there, I mean.”

“I wouldn’t say it was easy. It’s hard to pinpoint the exact experience because things are so different here…but I don’t think I’d go back. It was a good experience, and I loved it, but this is where I belong.” You stop, contemplating your own question. “How were you?”

“Is complete honesty okay?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“It’s preferred, actually.” You take another sip.

“It took me a long time to recover. And I don’t want to make you feel bad, because what’s done is done, and we both needed the room to grow. You know, if you never hurt, you’ll never learn. Life is full of learning experiences. But yeah, I was a mess for a while. I loved you long after you left.” He smiles, as if loving you is a fond memory. “Do you miss me?”

Present tense. Miss. Not did you miss me, but do you miss me.

You chuckle, pursing your lips. “Yeah, I do.”

When you meet his gaze again, you see the soft look he gave you whenever he saw you before. He gulps, wetting his lips. Your heart twists in your chest as you realize what this means for you. No matter how much time passes, you’ll never stop loving Jaemin. It doesn’t matter how far apart you’ve been or for how long, because all of you yearns for all of him.

Your voice shakes when you ask your next question. “Where would we be if I hadn’t left? If I changed that, would everything be different?”

“Um.” He’s only inches away from you, studying your face with fervor. “In my mind, I definitely thought we’d be married by now. In love and happy, making babies that hopefully look more like you.”

You try not to let the tears form, but they sting your eyes anyway.

“Is that what you wanted?” he whispers.

“Well, I kinda wanted them to look more like you, but yeah.” You laugh as a tear falls, and you move to wipe it away, but Jaemin beats you to it. His thumb swipes across your cheek.

You’re not sure what’s happening between the two of you, but every part of you craves this.

“We were pretty great, huh?”

“Is that your question?” He smiles. “Because yeah, we were.”

“If that was mine, that one counted as yours too.” You lean into his touch, letting the warmth seep through your skin. “God, I wish it had been you. I wish you were the one.”

His lips part, but it sounds as if his words catch in his throat. He blinks rapidly for a second, gulping. “Who said I can’t be?”

He leans closer.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Your heart drops, but you give him a tiny nod, aching for him. “Jaemin.”

He stops right before your mouths connect, and he lets out a sigh.

“Jaemin,” you repeat. “I have to say something first.”

“Okay.”

“I thought I got over you, but it’s only because I didn’t see you for years. Being with you right now…I might still love you, and if you’re not kissing me for the same reasons, we should stop before we both get hurt again.” You clench your eyes shut, refusing to look at him while you make a fool of yourself.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He doesn’t give you the chance to respond, kissing you hard. You melt into him, much like the ways you used to.

He shifts to cup both of your cheeks, his mouth working against yours in that perfect harmony you’d only ever found with him. You grasp onto his sleeves. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours.

“I…” he trails off, wetting his lips. “I want you.”

His voice is raspy as he says it, and it sends heat between your legs. You clench your thighs together.

“Me too,” you reply. “I want you, too.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Of course.” You lean forward to kiss him, and as your lips meet his, he pulls you onto his lap. Straddling him, you weave your fingers in his hair and hold him close to you.

His hands dip down to your ass, squeezing it and pushing you a bit forward. You groan when you feel his tongue slide across your bottom lip, and you give him access. Without a fight, you let him dominate your mouth. When you grind down, you gasp when you feel him hardening beneath you.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, only breaking the kiss for a split second.

He lets out a small whine when you pull away from him, but he’s quickly silenced when you tug your blouse over your head. While he stares at your black lace bra, you work on unbuttoning his shirt.

“Not here,” he interrupts you, grabbing your hands. “There’s only one place I want to have you right now.”

He stands, holding onto you tightly while you wrap your legs around his waist. For a brief second, you think about what Hyuck would say to you right now—if he would be okay with it or if he would call it a mistake—but you chase the thought away as fast as it comes.

Jaemin carries you to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He sets you delicately onto his bed, the familiar softness making you sigh. After he finishes taking his shirt off, he climbs on top of you, kissing your cheek, your jawline, down the pulse thundering in your neck, your collarbone, the swells of your breasts. He leaves marks on them before continuing his descent.

And then he’s at the hem of your jeans. He looks up at you, eyebrows raised. “Can I?”

“Please.”

Jaemin is a unique lover. He memorizes all the things you love, what makes you tick, and what he can do to elevate your pleasure. You’ve never had to fake it with him.

“It’s been a while for me,” he mutters. “It might not be…the best.” He clears his throat awkwardly, but pops the button and unzips the zipper.

“I’ll be happy with whatever you can give me,” you say.

His confidence returns after that, and he moves to tug your pants down your legs. You try your best to help him get them off of you, and he finally makes it back between your legs. He rubs his thumb over the obvious wet spot in your panties, humming to himself.

“Time doesn’t change how wet you get for me, huh?” He tsks, pressing a kiss to your clit through the fabric.

When he tugs them down, he admires you before leaning forward. You don’t expect the electric shock you feel when his mouth comes in contact with your core, but it has your back arching when he’s hardly done anything. Your hand immediately finds his hair, gripping it.

His tongue slides along your entrance, barely dipping inside before flicking your clit. He teases you like this a few times, but then his lips wrap around your sensitive bud and he sucks. His fingers trail up your thigh, and he extracts a moan from you when he pushes them inside you.

You inadvertently clench your thighs around his head. He moans against you, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting up your spine. You don’t mean to push him closer to you, but you can’t help it. Everything inside you feels like it’s crumbling and coming together at the same time under his ministrations.

You writhe much more than you should, and if it were anyone other than Jaemin, you’d be embarrassed.

“You taste so good,” he groans against you, thrusting his fingers faster. “So beautiful when you drip for me like this.”

He curls his fingers, and you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your pleasure. One last flick of his tongue on your clit has your back arching, the bubble bursting inside you as you grind into his face.

After he’s helped you ride through your high, you sit up, sending him back a bit. You quickly reach for his pants, squeezing the prominent bulge before undoing the button and zipper. He steps out of them , pulling you toward the edge of the bed.

“We don’t have to,” he says, breathless. “We can wait if you’re not sure.”

“Jaem,” you reply, cupping his cheeks. “I’ve never wanted you more than I do right now.” You tug him down, kissing him with all your might. You taste yourself on him, but it does little to bother you. All you want is him.

His tongue explores your mouth while he finds the clasp of your bra. He pulls it away from you, guiding you back down onto the bed. His kiss trails down once more, stopping at your breast so he can take your nipple into his mouth. He swirls it, teeth gently scraping.

Finally, he’s shoving his underwear down and grabbing a condom from his nightstand. He rolls it on before joining you on the bed once more, and you feel his tip prodding at your entrance.

“You’re absolutely sure?” He pauses, giving as serious of a look as he can muster. “If we do this, you’re mine again, you know that, right?”

“I’ve always been yours, Jaemin,” you remind him, lifting your hips. “That never changed.”

You barely have time to finish your sentence before he’s pushing inside you, face contorting with pleasure as he bottoms out. Heart pounding, you grip onto his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist.

“You okay?” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck. His eyelashes flutter across your skin, your body already slightly sticky from a thin sheen of sweat from your first indescribable high.

“Please move,” you whimper.

Jaemin moves slowly at first, allowing you both to get used to the feeling of being connected again. It’d be a long while since you’d done anything, too. He pants, nipping and sucking at the sensitive part of your throat.

His hips rock steadily, making sure to press as deep as he can every time. You're already a moaning mess below him, holding onto him for dear life.

“I’m sorry,�� he says softly. “I’m not gonna last long.”

In response, you tighten your legs around him and flip him over, leaving him on his back and you on top. His eyes trail all over your body. You roll your hips. He sits up, grabbing your waist and pressing your chest against his, his dark, hardened gaze meeting yours as if this is a challenge.

“Lay back,” you tell him, running your hand down the hard planes of his chest as you gently push him back down. “Just watch.”

He gulps, but does as you say. His hands relax on you and he allows you to set your own pace. You lift up, shuddering at how he feels rubbing on your walls. His fingers twitch as if he wants to pull you back down.

“Baby,” he groans.

You set a steady pace, a bit faster than what his was. He traces down your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he moves downward until his thumb is pressed to your clit. You bite your lip to stop your moan, leaning back and bracing yourself on his thighs. He’s a mess beneath you, pleasure written across his face. It makes you want to do more, to work harder to bring him to his edge.

You’re so wet, slick sounds of him entering you fill the silence between sounds of euphoria. His thumb glides back and forth so easily, you have to pick up the speed. Everything around you begins to go fuzzy, and you know you’re approaching your second orgasm of the night much faster than you’d like.

Mid-way through your lift-up, your high hits, forcing you back down on his cock to finish with him buried deep inside, stretching you out. He sits back up, guiding you up and down as you slump onto his chest. He meets you halfway, thrusting up as he pulls you down.

He lets out a deep groan and holds you close to him, gently rocking his hips. He gasps for breath, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder.

“I love you,” Jaemin whispers. “Don’t go again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You shake your head. “I love you, too.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but you both frown when you hear the elevator ding.

“Who is that?” you ask, climbing off of him on shaky legs to try and find your clothes.

“Not a clue.” Jaemin frowns, quickly disposing of the condom and putting his underwear and pants back on. He comes back to kiss your cheek. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

He walks out into his living room, but you get dressed quickly so you can follow him out. You hear him conversing with someone, but you’re not sure who it is. You’re finally back in your jeans and shirt, so you head out to check out what’s going on.

You know your hairs a mess, your makeup is definitely smeared, and your face is red, and on top of all of that, you’re coming out of Jaemin’s room. Anyone with a brain would see what’s going on.

Chenle moves over to the couch and grabs a purse, which is presumably Yeeun’s, and claps Jaemin on the shoulder before he notices you.

“(Y/N)?” He blinks in surprise, glancing between you and Jaemin. “This is a new development.”

“It’s not really that new,” Jaemin says. “Um, we were kind of…busy, though. If you could…”

“Right.” Chenle shakes his head. “Right. You two have fun. Not too much fun, and make sure no one gets hurt this time, please?”

“Are you going to tell Donghyuck?” You scrunch up your nose.

“I’ll give you a twenty-four hour head start.” He grins, saluting you both. “Take care of each other, dipshits.”

You massage your forehead with a sigh, and Jaemin approaches you.

“You got dressed.” He pouts.

“Well, yeah. Somebody was here.” You chuckle.

“Were you wanting to leave?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing. “It’s okay if you do, I just…thought we’d spend the night together.”

“I don’t want to leave,” you tell him. “I told you I’m not leaving you again, Jaem. I meant it.”

“Then let’s get back to bed.” Jaemin massages your shoulders gently as he guides you back to his room.

He gets you a T-shirt to wear to bed, and once you’ve changed into it, you crawl onto his mattress and wait for him to join you. Instead, he stares at you, a smile on his face.

“I never thought I’d get you like this again.”

“You were always the one for me, Jaemin. It just wasn’t the right time.” You rest your head on one of his pillows, patting the spot next to you. “Now come over here.”

He finally listens, climbing under the comforter and pulling you to him until you’re pressed into his chest.

Kissing the top of your head, he hums. “We’ll have everything we ever wanted.”

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Always keep fighting

Warnings: Depressive and insecurity thoughts.

Notes: I was always afraid of naming one of my stories "Always keep fighting" because i used to think that it had to be perfect. I think this one earned it gracefully. You have my heart in it. Rewatching Supernatural 10 years after and all of it just making the same sense to me as when i was just a kid... gave me the confirmation that i'm always going to have where to come back to. Thank you.

Summary: A very meaningful intimate conversation with the one who helped you overcome your depression many years ago. Jared Padalecki.

Platonic!Jared Padalecki x Reader / Jensen Ackles x Reader

You breathed out tired, closing your eyes feeling the sun and a slight breeze hit your face. Billie Eilish’s voice was playing max in your AirPods isolating you from the noises around like that would give you some peace of mind.

You were in the middle of filming a season of Supernatural and honestly your life was great. Expect it wasn’t. Well… it was really, nothing really bad was happening, you had an incredible job, amazing friends, amazing fans, there was no drama. But the stress was winning you over and you could feel yourself slowly drifting away into a dark place again, just like when you were younger and what looked like a innocent wave of sadness, turned into 3 years of anti depressives. You heard once that when you have depression one time, it never go away. Not completely. You live your life “sober”, but if you don’t watch it out, any trigger can throw you into the pit once more.

But it was adult life right? How could you escape the stress of having to do a house moving, working really hard for too many hours, being rejected for a job that you really wanted, sleeping with a coworker who you were in love with and he disappearing after… Normal adult things. There wasn’t no time to cry about it while listening to Billie Eilish.

You opened your eyes when felt a presence besides you, and you took of your AirPods when saw Jared installing himself near you, in the bench below a tree that was located in a quiet spot in the supernatural set. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking straight ahead like everything was normal.

“Hi Jar.” You said still a little confused but waiting to see what this was about.

“Hi (Y/N)” He said simply still looking ahead. “What were you listening to?”

“New Billie’s album.” You said with a little smile and Jared finally looking at you with an excited face, he was wearing his grey beanie and a white hoodie.

“It’s so good right?” He said making you chuckle.

“Yeah…” You answered frowning your eyebrows. “What are you doing here Jar? I thought you didn’t even had scenes today.”

“Had some audio problems I had to solve for that forest scene.” He explained and turned his attention straight ahead again. “And thought it would be a good opportunity to check on you.”

“Check on me?” You asked laughing a bit confused. “You see me practically everyday”

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I knew we had to talk.” He said turning more serious and your heart started to sunk in your chest. “I know you (Y/N). For real.”

You sighed giving up on trying to hide, Jared was one of your best friends and you two always understood each other very well. That included noticing each other’s mood swings and knowing all about the other’s personal life’s. You stayed quiet for a few seconds before breathing out.

“I didn’t get that part that I really wanted.” You admitted feeling almost ashamed of saying out loud, sensing a bitter taste in your mouth. It was the main role for an adaptation of a book that you loved, and you felt like you were the perfect person for it. Apparently not.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I know how excited you were.” He said quietly putting his arm around your shoulder to give a squeeze. “Did they tell you why?”

“Nothing concrete.” You struggled. “Random excuses and pre written messages.”

“That sucks.” He agreed and made a long pause. “But it was just another project, other ones will appear and besides… it would mess up your schedule with Supernatural!”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him with a little smile.

“Jared we both know Supernatural is coming to an end. Everybody is moving on, thinking about what to do next. You’re already writing your project, hell, Jensen is in L.A right now signing contracts for The Boys.” You said and saw him struggling on what to say. He knew you were right. You entered the Supernatural cast many years ago and it was like a dream coming true. Your career got some much better, the working environment was everything you could ever ask for, you met your best friends and had incredible fans. Being a female character in the show, you didn’t think you would last that much. But you did and you were happy about it. But all the things in life get to a point when you start wanting more, and now, knowing that Supernatural has to end, you found yourself lost. Stagnated. Scared what would happen to your career after this. You were a few years younger than J2 and thought the industry would be open to welcome you, but wasn’t at all what was happening.

“(Y/N) we still have, at least, one year before we will be really done with Supernatural. That gives you more than enough time to figure it out.” He said like it was obvious.

“Jar, I know” You said with a sad smile looking at him. “All the rationalized things you were going to say to me, already crossed my mind. I know everything is technically ok. I’m just…” You stopped yourself sighing, gathering the courage to admit it. “I’m just sad.”

Jared looked at you with a suffered expression and you saw for a split second a look of surprise in his face.

“I don’t want to seem ungrateful to the universe, God, or whatever there is out there.” You continued making him open a small smile. “I know I have time, I just moved to a better apartment, I should be thankful. But I’m just so sad. I don’t even know how to explain it.”

“I understand it.” He said sincerely looking straight into your eyes, giving you all of his attention. “The guilt that comes with having everything great around you and feeling all of this. Believe me, I do.” Jared said and you knew what he was talking about. About his depressed phase that gave life to all of the campaigns. You two shared a lot of conversations in that period, specially because you had history as well. “I noticed you were not acting like yourself these past days, I was waiting for you to come talk to me, like you always had.”

You looked away again feeling a bit ashamed.

“I didn’t feel like talking.”

“(Y/N).” He said turning his body to face you, making you look at him again. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling like this. You were one of the people who helped the most when I was depressed. You remember what you would say? That it wasn’t my fault, it was just literally a chemical default in my brain. That’s what depression is. A sickness that affects our brains. You passed through a lot of stress these last weeks, it’s completely understandable the way you’re feeling.” Jared said serious squeezing your shoulder. You closed your eyes to stop yourself from crying.

“I just feel like I’m not enough.” You admitted and finally let one tear drop. Jared stayed in silence, making you open your eyes seeing him with a hard expression looking at you like he trying to read you.

“There is another reason why you’re feeling like this?” He asked and you looked down, wondering if you should tell him or not.

“Hmm I kinda got ghosted?” You said and saw him raise an eyebrow. “Well, no. I know the guy is super busy right now, I don’t blame him. But there’s a little voice in my head telling that it was the perfect timing to get out of the situation and not give me further explanation that he in fact.. don’t want me that way.”

“Are we talking about Jensen?” Jared asked in a funny way and laughed when saw your surprised face. “(Y/N), I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to know but he told me that you guys slept together after that night we were in his house…”

“Yeah, I should have figured this out.” You said allowing yourself to chuckle, running your hand over your face. “So yeah, this finally happened…”

“Finally!” He exclaimed happily trowing his hands in the air.

You and Jensen were always unfinished business. When you entered the series, you were young, single and adventurous and it didn’t take long to start crushing on Jensen. Hard. The kind of crush you weren’t even functioning right when he was around. Looking at it right now, maybe it was in that moment that your bond with Jared started to grow, he was always your confident. But none of it mattered, because Jensen… wasn’t single. And eventually you got over it, it was never going to happen so why was the point of growing expectations. Until Jensen wasn’t in a relationship anymore, there were flirts here and there, what of course didn’t last long because you were already meeting someone. And for years and years it was like that, you were simply never single at the same time. When all of that changed some months ago, when the two of you ended long last relationships. But it was really two weeks before that it all turned very real.

Flashback on

You had just shooted the mid season finale and man, you were tired. Everyone was going to get 1 week away from filming, but that didn’t mean vacation days. You were in the middle of an, very overwhelming, apartment moving in Vancouver and in the end of the week, you had a trip planned to Chicago to participate in the first day of a Supernatural Convention. The boys were going to get a second week off to attend to more appointments, but the directors wanted you, Misha and other secondary characters to advance the maximum of scenes possible.

To celebrate and just cool off for a while, Jensen invited you, Jared and Misha to eat some pizza and drink some beers in his place. In the next day, he and Misha were already going to travel to L.A and Jared to Austin, to see his family.

“So it’s already late and I need some sleep before catching that plane.” Misha said getting up of the chair he was in. “Have a safe fight you guys, and (Y/N) see you on Friday?” He asked and you nodded giving him a small smile. He was going to be your pair to the Chicago Convention, and the two of you would come back together to Vancouver, not even crossing paths with J2 because there was going to attend just the third day of #SpnChicago.

“Yeah, actually I’m going to enjoy the lead and get going as well.” Jared said sighing getting up, slapping hands with Jensen and then turning to you. “You comin’ also?”

You didn’t want to go actually. It has been ages since you last went out with them like that and it was the first time in days that you were able to get away from your problems. You looked at Jensen to see what the thought and caught he already looking at you, denying with his head.

“Nah (Y/N), we still have that wine you gave me for my birthday to drink.” Jensen said getting up from the couch you were in, to open the door for the boys. “Stay as long as you want.”

“I think I’m to stay.” You agreed. “Have a safe fight guys.”

With all of the goodbyes being said, Jensen closed the door of his apartment immediately disappearing into the kitchen. He came back with two glasses of red wine, extending one to you while he returned to his previous place, sitting with his whole body turned to you and you did the same.

“I can’t believe you still didn’t drink that.” You chuckled.

“Well, of course not! It was your gift, nothing more fair than drinking it with you.” He said like it was obvious, extending his glass. “Cheers”

Half bottle after, you both were already tipsy, laughing about everything and somehow, closer to each other than before. You spoke about the series, about the bittersweet feeling of it ending. About how excited he was for Soldier Boy and at the same time nervous. He listened to you speak about the role you were auditioning for and gave you his whole support. You even gossiped a little, about Misha’s divorce. After that, somehow the conversation got to the point of relationships and you both shared a lot of thoughts and insecurities about it.

Jensen smiled when the conversation got to a pause, letting his hand fall to rest in your arm that was leaning in the sofa. You hold your breath when felt his thumb slowly starting to caress you and your belly suddenly got cold when he started to stare at you.

“I just can’t believe that we’re finally single at the same time.” Jensen chuckled in a hoarse voice. You bite your lip, resting your glass into the center table and saw him doing the same thing.

“That makes a difference?” You challenged him seeing him grin.

“You know it does, sweetheart.” He said putting a strand of hair behind your ear and you wondered if he could hear the sound of your heart beating. “I always knew you had a crush on me.”

“I did not.” You said faking a false indignation and you both laughed. “I actually thought it was the other way around.”

“Guilty.” He admitted making you gulp. “All of those years… us trying to move on from each other. And look at us now… single at our thirties, at the same place we would be in since the start if we weren’t so damn stubborns.”

You stayed in silence for a few seconds, staring each other like you could see each other’s souls. His eyes were in a dark green filled with lust and when you saw his glance lowering to your lips, you knew you couldn’t take any more of that.

“Kiss me Jensen.”

“You have no idea on how many years I’ve waited for you to say that.”

And you didn’t had to ask twice.

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You opened your eyes confused still in a dark room, and in a very comfortable bed. You glanced at your phone in the bedside table seeing it was already 12h. The memories from last night started to invade your mind, making you sit up in a rush and frown when you noticed that Jensen wasn’t there.

Oh right, he had a flight to catch.

Wearing one of his shirts and his flipflops you found next to his bed, you walked until the living room and saw in his dinning table, an order bag from your favorite bakery and a little post it.

“Morning sweetheart,

I’m sorry If I couldn’t wake up by your side today. My flight leaves 8:30 am and I didn’t want to bother you.

I ordered your favorites things from that French bakery you like, to compensate it.

Last night was amazing and I can’t wait to see you again.

Make yourself at home, stay as long as you want.

-Jensen.”

You suppressed a smile feeling like a damn teenager, with all of that butterflies in your belly. This really happened. You and Jensen.

You laughed adjusting yourself in one of the chairs, you had a delicious breakfast waiting for you after all.

Flashback Off

That day you woke up alone in Jensen’s house, you passed still a few hours there before going back to your reality. The keys weren’t really a problem cause he had an electronic lock. You send him a photo of you eating the breakfast, which he rapidity replied with an emoji of heart eyes.

But of course, your mind needed to start sabotaging you. You knew Jensen wasn’t the type of guy to text a lot, and you weren’t teenagers with no responsibilities, you were both busy as fuck. But you would be lying if you said if you didn’t expect a little more. Not even seeing his face for 2 weeks after you had sex, gave you so much spare time to question yourself.

Had he really liked? He was regretting it? He realized you were actually better as friends? Why he didn’t answer your meme? How your relationship would be when he got back from L.A?

“Look.” Jared started after you explained all of it to him. “Don’t beat yourself for feeling it, your feelings are valid and I can see where they are coming from.”

“It’s true that he could have been more present, but we both know how Jensen is when comes to answering messages.” Jared continued laughing humorless. “But c’mom (Y/N), it’s you and Jensen were talking about! The guy has been wanting you for years.”

“I don’t know Jar.” You sighed. “It’s like my mind knows the rationalized facts but still chose to give me the wrong answers.”

“Are you eating right?” He asked all of that sudden surprising you.

“Yeah…” You started and huffed when saw his accusatory face. “Ok, maybe I’m skipping breakfast.” You admitted and rolled your eyes when he didn’t back down. “No, I’m not eating right. Are you happy?”

“No!” He cried. “You’re under stress, you’re isolating yourself, a lot of things are happening in the same time, you’re not eating right, you’re not exercising. You’re going running with me tomorrow by the way.”

“Jared you know I hate running” You said indignant.

“I don’t care.” He cut you off. “What I’m trying to say is that you and me both… (Y/N) we have to look out for ourselves, you know that. I don’t think you’re depressed again but I think you’re in the edge of it.” Jared said making you shiver. You thought about it, damn you thought you already were. But hearing it from your best friend’s mouth, who always went to hell and back to help you, was rough. Really rough.

“I…” You started slowly afraid of the words that was going to come back out of your mouth. “I would never forgive myself if I let me go back to that dark hole I was 10 years ago.”

“Then don’t.” Jared struggled like it was the point of the whole conversation until now. “Can you imagine all the things you would have missed if you gave up by the first wave of depression? Young (Y/N) would have not believe she would sleep with Jensen Ackles.” He said mocking you to lighten up the mood a little bit and you allowed yourself to laugh even if was pretty hard listening to all of that.

“Call your therapist. I’m going to ask to the producers to give you one more week off.” He continued and you open your mouth ready to argue with that nonsense. “Don’t argue with me on that one. You already have tons of advanced scenes, you need time to rest. And… stop taking life so serious honey, you have time, you’re going to figure out ok? Let yourself be surprised by it.”

Jared said searching your eyes and saw you nodding slowly. He pulled you for a tight hug resting his head on top of yours. Your eyes were closed and for the first time in a week, you breathed out feeling calmer. Not even Billie Eilish accomplished this.

“What do we do?” He asked in a slash joking slash serious tone, speaking like you were a little child.

“We always keep fighting?” You said a little unsure and felt his chest vibrate when he started to laugh.

“That’s my girl.” Jared said tightening the hug before backing away. “I love you.”

“I love you too moose.” You said with a small smile feeling a lot better. “Thank you.”

“I’m always here.” He said getting up. “I need to go back now.”

You nodded and when you were in the point of putting back your AirPods, he stopped, some steps away from the bench you were.

“Oh… and (Y/N). Jensen already arrived from L.A” He smiled. “Let life surprise you.”

You denied with your head letting a small laugh escape from your lips, when you were reliving all of this conversation. One thing that Jared said was completely right, young (Y/N) would have been so proud and surprised by your accomplishments. You survived. This was an everyday motive to be proud already. Your thoughts were interrupted when the screen of your phone lighted up with a notification.

“Hey sweetheart… I’m finally back in Vancouver and dying to see you. There is so much I want to tell you. And so much I wanna do to you…

What do you say about going to that Italian restaurant at 20h? I will pick you up.

Always yours,

Jensen.”

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jbuffyangel · 10 months ago

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No Turning Back: Arrow 1x16 Review (Dead to Rights)

“Dead to Rights” otherwise known as the episode Tommy was right about everything.

Let’s dig in…

Oliver and Tommy

A great deal of Season 1 is focused on Oliver’s relationship with his father Robert Queen. The promise Oliver made his father is the force that drives his mission, but there is a flip to that coin. There is an adversary pushing back against Oliver’s mission with equal, if not more, force.

There is no saving Starling City if there is no one to save it from and this episode finally reveals the identity of that adversary. If Oliver had only listened to Tommy, or remotely paid attention to ANYTHING he said in this episode, then so much could have been different. I’m speaking with hindsight, given that this is a Season 1 rewatch, but I don’t believe the writers were trying to hide this point.

It’s Tommy’s birthday and his father Malcolm Merlyn crashes his party. He’s receiving a humanitarian award (HA!) and would like Tommy to attend. Things are pretty chilly with these two since Malcolm shut off the money faucet, but honestly it’s been a good for Tommy.

He’s realized he can stand on his own two feet which gives him the confidence to tell his father to go to hell.

Malcolm takes narcissism to a new level to show up on Tommy’s birthday and make the event about HIM. It’s always about him, which is exactly what Tommy tells Oliver when they have lunch the next day. Oliver’s heart is in the right place. He encourages Tommy to give his dad another chance because Oliver knows what it’s like losing a father.

Oliver: My dad made mistakes. We haven’t talked about this, but I have a lot of anger towards him. But still I would give anything to have him back because at the end of the day your dad is your dad.

This is the first time Oliver has expressed anger towards Robert in anyway, so I want to be sure to note it and give him credit for naming the feeling & expressing it.

This speech also addresses the complexity of Robert’s death. If you’ve been wondering how can Oliver just pick up this enormous responsibility Robert dumped on him, which is essentially cleaning up HIS mess, and not feel resentful in anyway – then you can stop wondering. He is resentful and angry as any human being would be.

Oliver can’t express that anger because Robert is dead. His grief and overwhelming guilt overshadows his anger. This is why Oliver is encouraging Tommy to give his father another chance because he would give anything to have that opportunity with Robert.

But the thing is - Tommy also knows what it’s like to lose a parent. His mother died when he was just a little boy. Oliver is literally preaching to the choir. Yes, his father is alive but appearances can be deceiving. Merlyn disappeared for TWO YEARS after his mother died. Malcolm may not have been physically absent when he returned, but he was emotionally absent. Tommy is telling Oliver he felt abandoned by his father when he needed him most. He feels like an orphan. It was Oliver’s family that gave Tommy the love he needed.

I’m a little surprised Oliver doesn’t remember Malcolm disappearing for such a long time, but he was a little boy so I’ll give him a pass. What’s astounding to me is Oliver does not put these clues together.

Let’s run it down:

1. The List is comprised of one percenters destroying Starling City with their illegal activity. Malcolm Merlyn is one of Starling City’s wealthiest citizens.

2. He was a friend of the Queens. Maybe not every rich person is on the List but his proximity to Robert means he deserves a hard look. He also floats in close proximity to Moira (another person Oliver stubbornly refuses to see any connection to the List even though SHE HAS HER OWN DAMN COPY).

3. Merlyn disappeared for TWO YEARS. Oliver came back a trained ninja/Russian spy with exceptional archery skills after five years. He doesn’t pause for even a second to wonder if Malcolm could have also acquired a similar skill set like, oh I don’t know, the DARK ARCHER!!!!

4. MOTIVE. Malcolm’s wife Rebecca was murdered. A super villain is always the dark reflection of the superhero. (Read a book Oliver). Robert’s death spurred Oliver’s mission to save the city. Maybe the Dark Archer’s mission to destroy the city is centered on a similar pain.

5. The Triad hired contract killer Floyd Lawton to kill Malcolm Merlyn. Why are world’s worst criminals trying to kill Tommy’s dad? These people typically don't associate with Disney princes.

6. Oliver has personal knowledge Malcolm Merlyn is a world class dick.

Oliver can’t ask Felicity to find out where Merlyn went for those two years? You know who does finally ask? TOMMY. Swipe the passport Oliver. Look for a Nanda Parbat stamp. Mystery solved my dude. This is like watching E.T. miss all the Reese’s Pieces. WHAT AN ENORMOUS OAK TREE!!!

Rather than read between any of these lines, Oliver pushes Tommy to make up with Satan.

Moira is intimately aware of how evil Malcolm is after he murdered one husband and kidnapped another, so she’s the one who wants him dead. She wisely puts a couple layers between Floyd Lawton and her – hence hiring the Triad to hire the assassin.

Unfortunately, Tommy listens to Oliver’s terrible advice and goes to the humanitarian event which throws a kink in Moira’s plan to kill Merlyn. She doesn’t want to kill Tommy’s only living parent in front of him, but that’s how the cookie crumbles kid. Moira is resolved. This is going down – Tommy or no Tommy.

Malcolm does give a damn about his son and breaks out his super ninja skills to save Tommy from Triad thugs. He shoots one in the head at point blank range, which makes a lasting impression on Tommy.

He leads Tommy to his safe room upstairs because he’s always prepared for anything.

Malcolm is just about to reveal the Dark Archer suit to his son, but the bullet proof windows get blown out by a rocket launcher of some kind? I’m not sure on the weaponry, but Lawton is always prepared too. Malcolm is wearing a bullet proof vest, but it doesn’t stop the bullet in his shoulder from poisoning him.

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And guess who arrives just in time to help? UGH.

Source: @olliequeengifs

Oliver explains Malcolm needs a blood transfusion to survive. Tommy’s experiences with the Hood haven’t all been positive, so he is skeptical to say the least and keeps a gun on this loon. Oliver realizes the only way Tommy will listen is to take off the hood.

Source: @olliequeengifs

Tommy has a lot of WTF questions, but it all has to wait as Oliver prepares the blood transfusion. DAMN IT OLIVER!!! JUST. LET. MACOLM. DIE.

Detective Lance questions Tommy about the vigilante’s identity, since he was saved AGAIN by the Hood, but Tommy answers honestly, “I don’t know who the hell he is.”

Even though Tommy feels betrayed by Oliver he is loyal and still loves him. So, he protects Oliver’s secret. In return, he wants Oliver to answer one question:

Source: @olivergifs

This answer endlessly fascinates me. Oliver will not tell his family, his girlfriend or his lifelong friends but trusts his most intimate secrets with two people he hasn’t known for more than a year. I think there are two main reasons.

He provided the first in Episode 5. Moira, Thea, L*urel and Tommy know who Oliver was before the island. If they truly knew who he is now, if they really see the rage and darkness he keeps simmering underneath that carefully crafted robotic surface, then they will know the full extent of his trauma. They will see him as broken, as less than. Maybe they will hate him like Oliver hates himself.

And Tommy’s reaction to Oliver’s secret identity is a confirmation of his worst fears.

The second reason is Oliver believes his mission will end, so there’s no need to tell anyone. He cannot see the full picture yet, but either Oliver will succeed in his mission or die trying. Given Oliver’s fatalistic outlook on life, the latter is the far likelier scenario he anticipates. In fact, he may believe the only way for his mission to succeed is to die.

This is the moment it could have all been different. Now the mission is on a collision course with the Merlyn family. If only Oliver put the clues together sooner, if only he didn’t reveal his identity to Tommy, if only he didn’t save Malcolm, if only, if only, if only…

But none of those things happened and now the consequences will play out. There's no turning back.

Merlance

This episode is the high point for L*urel and Tommy, so let’s just savor the moment.

L*urel throws Tommy a little birthday party and invites Oliver and McKenna over for dinner because everyone is so mature and the best of friends.

Tommy: I have finally figured out why poets have been in business the last thousand years.

Oh my Merlance. Can’t we just stay this way? This is so close to an “I love you” but we’re still so very far away, which is really sad because Tommy and L*urel are happy and stable. They are opposites in almost every way, but that’s why they work. We can see the humor, ease and joy in their relationship as Tommy is getting ready for his father’s award ceremony.

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Small moments can mean just as much, if not more, than the big ones in a relationship. In the immortal words of Pacey Witter, “Oh I could do this. The salty and the sweet.”

I don’t doubt for one second that Tommy loves L*urel. The X factor is L*urel. It’s always been her. I believe she loves Tommy. I also believe she’s IN love with Tommy. I just don’t think L*urel knows that yet because she’s still hung up on all her Oliver crap. The fact she doesn’t know really pisses me off because TOMMY MERLYN IS EVERYTHING.

Tommy knowing Oliver’s identity is obviously going to impact his relationship with L*urel; particularly since I’m sure he will remember discussing with Oliver her obsession with the Hood. AWKWARD. Oliver being a friggin superhero is also going to hit Tommy right in the gonads.

Tommy and L*urel are on a collision course with Oliver now that two thirds of this love triangle has the full truth between them. This collision was probably always going to happen. L*urel deserves the truth from Oliver too and if she finds out it will open a very big can of worms with Tommy.

But why should it? Oliver being a vigilante should not be the driving force for L*urel wanting to be with him. It does not change the fact that Oliver SLEPT WITH HER SISTER. I’m sorry, but there are just relationship deal breakers and that’s one of them. She can forgive him, but that doesn’t mean she has to BE with him.

Stray Thoughts

Felicity has adorable workout clothes. This is not a surprise. I also love that Diggle feels protecting Felicity means teaching her to protect herself. I love this friendship.

“I’m more of a runner.” Stephen Amell pretending to be in terrible shape is hilarious.

Robert Queen was a pilot. So that’s how Oliver learned to fly.

Sara had a pet black canary. This show has the subtly of a jack hammer.

“Code breaker is my middle name. Actually it’s Meghan.” We were spoon-fed Felicity tidbits like this for a solid three seasons and each one left us craving for more.

Oliver fixed a radio in the flashbacks. It was riveting.

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buckysgrace · 1 year ago

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Part two of Cruel Summer!! Will continue to include stepcest, smut, violence and drug/alcohol abuse

September 6th 1985

Friday’s were becoming Kim’s favorite day.

Susan always worked a double and Max usually ended up at El’s house. That left the trailer solely for Kim and Billy. She craved alone time with him. She craved any time that she didn’t pretend to not be with him. She was growing frustrated with being in such a small house and being unable to touch him.

Her mind felt scattered as she stared at the clock on the wall, willing for the remaining hours to go by faster than what they were. Study hall was dragging on as Kim pictured the different things she’d do with Billy tonight.

“Hey,” Robin leaned forward, her elbow resting on Kim’s desk and a smile forming on her lips, “Steve and I were going to hang out later, maybe you want to join us?” Kim fumbled with her pencil for a moment before she sat it down across her desk. She paused for a moment, trying to think of an excuse.

This was the second time that Robin had invited her to hang out and Kim would once again be rejecting her. It had nothing to do with Robin’s crush, rather that she didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to have alone time with Billy. She felt like she didn’t get that much time with him anymore.

“Oh,” Kim smiled kindly, “My mom needs me to help her around the house. I can’t tonight.” It wasn’t an exact lie. Susan’s arm was still in a cast, but that didn’t stop her from working. She had two jobs this time as she tried to keep up with the bills. It made Kim feel bad, like she wasn’t doing enough to help.

“Is she feeling any better?” Robin questioned gently, “You know, is her arm healing right?” Kim nodded her head but began to think about how Susan had started drinking. She wasn’t acting her normal, but claimed that the alcohol helped in a way the pills didn’t. Kim couldn’t find it in herself to fight with Susan about it. Every time she tried to suggest something else Susan got bitter and snappy.

“Oh, yeah I think so,” Kim responded as she tucked her hair behind her ears, “She doesn’t act like it hurts as bad.” She lied as she began to fiddle with her pencil again. She was giving Susan a lot of excuses for why she was behaving the way she was.

“Steve could drop you off.” Robin’s face brightened as her fingers tapped against Kim’s eraser. Kim felt her eyes widening, unsure if that was the best idea. Billy still clearly hated him and she really didn’t want him to think that she was willingly hanging out with Steve.

“Oh, well Billy usually gets me,” She replied quickly, “He just works later today.” He always closed up the garage on Friday’s, but she had no issue with that. She liked walking there. Sometimes it felt like it cleared her mind. She would usually curl up on the guest chairs as she waited for him to finish. She liked watching him work and she was sure it was from her fascination with his hands. He had a special way about using them.

“We could drop you off there,” Robin grinned like it was a great idea, “Come on, look at the way it’s pouring rain. You don’t want to walk in this.” Kim glanced towards the window, looking at the way the rain was dancing off of the glass. The whole school had seemed gloomier today because of the storm that seemed stuck on top of them. Kim thought deeply for a moment. She was sure she could try to wait out the storm, or attempt to get a hold of Billy once school ended. She temporarily considered asking Addi, but figured that showing up with Eddie would be just as bad as riding with Steve.

“Okay,” Kim drew out softly, “I could take the ride.” She confirmed, watching the way Robin’s lips curled into a deep smile. She felt bad suddenly, hoping she wasn’t leading Robin on. Kim had tried her best to set clear boundaries between the two of them, trying to reinforce that they were only friends. She honestly didn’t know how to do that without revealing what she knew.

“Miss Buckley, I do believe your desk is facing forward,” Mr. Coleman spoke loudly to the otherwise quiet classroom. Kim felt her face burn, mirroring Robin’s as she quickly swiveled around. Kim smiled bashfully, pretending that she was focusing on her math homework, “Thank you.” Kim stared at the numbers on her paper as she took a deep breath, trying to change the focus in her mind.

The back of her neck began to prickle as she rubbed the back of her neck, feeling like her hair may begin standing up straight. She glanced towards her left, only to meet Jason’s cold eyes. She froze for a moment, taking in the intense way he was staring at her before she looked back down at her paper. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to will her beating heart to slow down. It was clear what he still thought about her.

She slumped forward on her desk, resting her left elbow on the table and her hand on her cheek so her hair could hide the rest of her away. She inhaled sharply as she pretended to work on her paper, hoping that she could ignore that Jason was still clearly looking at her.

The bell couldn’t come fast enough for Kim. She packed up quickly, swinging her backpack over her shoulders quickly as she bolted from the room first. She supposed she should’ve asked where to meet Robin, but she didn’t care about that at the moment. She felt like she needed distance between her and Jason, before she really started to freak out.

She walked a few hallways over until her familiar locker pulled into view. She opened it, temporarily taken aback by her reflection in the mirror. She looked at her wide eyes and panic stricken features. She inhaled deeply, trying to relax her nerves as she reminded herself that nothing would happen. Jason could stare as much as he wanted, but she was sure that he would never really mess with her again.

“Hey,” Addi approached her as Kim emptied the books in her locker into her bag, “What are you doing tomorrow?” Kim huffed out a spurt of air to get the hair from her face. Addi crossed her arms as she leaned against the locker next to Kim’s.

“I’m not for sure,” Kim admitted, knowing that she’d probably do something with Billy, “I’ll probably clean up the house a bit. Maybe do the grocery shopping for my mom.” She shrugged her shoulders as she pulled her backpack up over her arms. Addi bit her bottom lip, like she was considering if it was safe to share her thoughts.

“I miss you,” Addi admitted, “I feel like I never see you anymore.” She rubbed her arm as she spoke. Kim felt bad suddenly, thinking that it had been a while since they’d done anything alone. They had a few classes together and shared the same lunch period, but hadn’t ventured out further than that. There was still something unspoken between them, an odd tension that neither could seem to solve at the moment.

“I know,” Kim told her honestly, trying not to feel guilty at her words, “It’s just been busy around the house.” Kim wasn’t lying about her statement. Kim had taken over most of the housework, as Susan either complained about being too tired or in too much pain to handle much else. Part of Kim wondered if it had to do with the drinking as well. It made Susan act like a completely different person. She wasn’t as happy. Most nights she didn’t even make it into her room. Usually they’d wake up to find her passed out on the couch, if she even made it that far.

“With Billy?” Addi questioned underneath her breath as she raised a dark eyebrow on her forehead. Kim stiffened for a moment as she glanced around the emptying hallway. Kim gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment.

“He works a lot,” Kim defended Billy after a brief pause, “Mom just isn’t in the best place right now.” She told Addi slowly, not feeling safe enough to reveal her family secrets in these hallways. The nasty looks she had received from Jason and his friends since school had started left her feeling uneasy. Addi nodded her head, waiting a moment as she walked

“Eddie’s terrified of him,” Addi admitted as they continued to walk towards the exit. Kim thought for a moment before she realized she had no words to reassure Addi. Billy hadn’t said anything else about the subject, but she had noticed the irritation that grew on his features anytime he heard the sound of Eddie’s van, “We should have a day without boys.” Addi suggested, bumping her shoulder against Kim’s. She smiled, like there was no tension between the two of them.

“I’d like that,” Kim said as she thought for a moment, “Saturday will be the last day the pool is open, we could hang out there for a while?” She asked, thinking that it would be fun to swim last time. She thought it would be a nice bittersweet memory, considering they spent the beginning of their summer lounging around the pool. She thought it would be nice to end it the same way.

“I thought Billy still works there on weekends?” Addi cocked an eyebrow again, looking at Kim with an amused smile. Kim blanched for a moment, the thought of Billy being there being overlooked on her behalf. They paused near the double doors, watching as the rain continued to pour down.

“Yeah,” Kim felt a bit embarrassed as she tugged on her hair, “I guess you’re right.” She muttered underneath her breath, feeling a bit dumb for suggesting the pool. She began to think quickly again, wondering if a trip to the pool would suffice.

“That’s fine,” Addi shrugged her shoulders as if she had thought it all through again that quickly, “We can hang there. I could meet you at noon?” Kim nodded her head, figuring that would work. She may have to go a bit earlier, depending on what time Billy worked. She didn’t mention that, wondering if she seemed too reliant on him.

“Sure,” Kim grinned, “I can’t wait.” Kim glanced outside again, looking at how there seemed to be clouds of steam rising off from the pavement. She figured the rain must be very cold and the ground very warm for it to be doing that.

“Do you need a ride?” Addi asked as she crossed her arms, watching as a van approached. Kim bit her lip, figuring that it would’ve been more comfortable to ride with Addi and Eddie. She glanced over her shoulder, wondering if she had already missed Robin.

“Actually,” Kim drew in a slow breath, “I’m supposed to hitch a ride with Robin and Steve.” She turned to smile at her friend, suddenly remembering that she had never told Addi about what she had found out. She felt her smile faltering for a moment, realizing that it wasn’t a secret she should share. She wasn’t sure how Addi would react to something like that and she didn’t want to expose Robin.

“Oh,” Addi smiled a bit teasingly, like she was considering that Kim might still have feelings for Steve, “Will Billy like that?” She nudged Kim again, looking too playful. Kim rubbed her arm softly, still feeling like she had Neil’s hands on her.

“It’s just a ride,” Kim shrugged her shoulders, feeling her face burn at Addi’s suggestion, “It’s not that big of a deal.” She reasoned with Addi, although it felt like it was more towards herself at this point. She knew Billy didn’t like Steve, but she was sure he’d be fine with one car ride. She gnawed on her bottom lip, thinking that if she showed up drenched he’d just start talking about how she needed to get her driver’s license again.

“Alright,” Addi raised a hand down the hallway and Kim watched as Robin approached, dragging along a very large suitcase. Addi smiled at Kim again, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She reminded Kim, smiling brightly before she was pushing the door open and rushing through the pouring rain. Kim smiled as Robin approached, watching the way her blue eyes were gleaming.

“Ready?” Robin questioned, linking her arm with Kim’s. Kim felt her cheeks burning again, wondering if this was a friendly gesture or if Robin thought it was something more. She quickly shook her head, feeling bad for thinking such a thought. She turned towards Robin, smiling warmly at her.

“Of course,” She told Robin quickly, wincing as they pushed the doors open. Robin pointed out towards Steve’s car through the steamy rain clouds. She inhaled sharply before she held a hand up, her fingers pressing against her forehead to keep the rain out of her eyes. She yelped, scurrying with Robin as the cold rain poured onto her skin. She rushed forward, stepping through the deep puddles, “Oh shoot.” She shivered as she struggled with the door handle for a second before it opened.

She held the door open wide, her eyebrows crinkling as the cold rain continued to pound against her skin. Robin yelped as she quickly shoved her band instrument into the backseat. Robin smiled awkwardly before she rushed towards the passenger seat. Kim hopped into the back, shivering as the cold air conditioning tickled against her skin, drawing goosebumps.

“Hey,” Steve turned in the seat to look back at her, “I didn’t think you’d join us.” Kim felt shy for a moment, unsure of how she was supposed to speak to Steve now. She wondered how much he had told Robin from their previous conversation, or if he had mentioned anything at all. She suddenly panicked, wondering if Robin still thought that she was into women. Kim quickly vowed to herself that she would never drink again.

“Shut up,” Robin quickly turned to him, hushing him, “I told her it was pointless to walk in this.” Robin gestured around to the rain that was continuing to pour down around them. Kim nodded her head, hoping that Steve wasn’t putting any thoughts in his head. She inhaled softly, wishing she was allowed to be in public with Billy. Everything would be so much easier if she could be his girlfriend in public.

“Yeah. Thanks,” Kim brushed her damp hair off of her forehead as she glanced towards Steve, “I appreciate it.” She mumbled, her cheeks burning as she began to feel awkward as she slipped into her shell. She wasn’t sure if she had ever been alone with Steve and Robin before. A few months ago, she would’ve killed for this moment.

“It’s fine,” Steve glanced towards her in the rearview mirror, “To the trailer park?” She furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, until she figured that Max must’ve told him that they’d moved. She hoped that Max hadn’t said too much. She was sure that Billy would be irritated if Steve knew the full truth. Kim couldn’t understand it, but Billy still thought of himself as weak. She tried to avoid talking about Neil as it had become a sensitive topic throughout the whole house.

“No,” She fiddled with her hair again, hoping that her request wouldn’t seem odd, “The older car garage down Main Street.” She referenced softly. His brown eyes moved back into the mirror, a hint of curiosity hidden deep within. She tugged on her hair, hoping she could brush off any accusations.

“Is that where Billy works?” Steve questioned her softly. She nodded her head, worried that he could become suspicious, “I do need an oil change.” He mumbled underneath his breath. She sighed deeply in relief as she realized Steve was just thinking of a way to mess with Billy. It was better than him being suspicious of the two of them.

“You’re such an idiot,” Robin rolled her eyes dramatically as she looked back to Kim, “He’s just teasing.” Kim didn’t miss the sharp look that Robin sent towards Steve. Kim grinned to herself, nodding as she turned to look out the window.

She settled in as Robin and Steve began to discuss something in great detail. She felt like she didn’t have the attention span to try and keep up with what they were saying. She felt her own grin forming as she thought about Billy again. Excitement was pooling inside of her stomach as she rubbed her knees together as she fell into deep thought.

It had been tense trying to sneak around the house with Billy. Max had stayed true to her word and other than to grab a change of clothes, never came inside the bedroom. Despite that, they hardly got any alone time. Susan was always barging in, always needing something or searching for something else. She never acted like she was suspicious, but she was beginning to wonder if she might be.

The other issue arose with their schedules. They really weren’t that different, but the school work for this year was much more difficult than Kim had originally thought it would be. Most nights she was up late finishing up homework, meanwhile Billy would be passed out from being exhausted from how often he was working. She didn’t like that he was putting in so many hours, it made her worry that he’d eventually be too burnt out to do anything.

“Do you want me to park closer?” Steve questioned as he pulled into the gravel room. She shook her head as she moved towards the edge of the seat. She tugged her backpack over her shoulders again.

“This is fine,” She told him honestly. Robin turned to look back at her, her blue eyes holding a bit of longing in them. Kim swallowed hard, hoping that she wasn’t leading Robin on. She quickly brushed away her thoughts as she smiled back at Robin, “I’ll see you around. Thank you for the ride.” She added softly as she pulled the door handle open. She squealed again as the cold water hit her skin as she rushed towards the front doors. It was raining so hard that she was sure her socks and shoes would be soaked.

She was greeted with the smell of oil and musk as she pushed the large door open. She looked around, listening to the sound of clanking as Billy’s loud music filled the otherwise quiet garage. She slowly tugged her bag off of her shoulders, resting it on the seats as she walked towards him.

The sound of the door shutting drew his attention away from the task at hand. She grinned, once again pushing her wet hair from her face as Billy pushed himself out from underneath the car. She stared at the way his hair was pulled back, at the sweat on his skin as he rose from his low chair. He exhaled as he walked towards her, wiping his greasy palms against his uniform.

“Hi,” She drew out softly as she ran her fingers across the front of his uniform. His cheeks were reddened from the heat, sweat collecting on his forehead as he wiped his forearm across his skin so he wouldn’t smear the grease from his hands, “How was work?” She asked, watching the way he took a step back to drink from his water bottle. She stared, watching the way the liquid trickled down the corner of his lips.

“Hot,” He chuckled when he pulled his lips away from his cup. She stared for what felt like the longest time as he glanced towards her, “Did you have a good day at school?” He asked between another gulp of water. Kim nodded her head, her eyes lingering against the drops of water that dripped down his chin. She moved towards him, her body reacting on its own.

She leaned forward, licking away the remnants of water from the corner of his lips. She slowly dragged her tongue along his skin, tasting the mixture of sweat and water. He hesitated for a moment, his lips parting temporarily before he gently tugged her away.

“I’ve got to finish this,” He said briskly as he turned away from her. She watched, her stomach clenching in anticipation as he positioned himself back onto the trolley chair. She found herself moving closer, watching the way he disappeared underneath the car, “Then we can head out.”

“What do you have to do?” She asked, even though she knew she’d have no idea what he was talking about. She squatted down, looking down curiously as he messed underneath the car. He was too far underneath for her to actually see his face.

“Tightening some bolts,” He muttered as he began to twist the wrench around. She hesitated for a moment before she crawled over his thighs, and straddled his lap, “What are you doing?” He paused his movements, sounding a bit more serious as he began to roll backwards so he was no longer underneath the car. She giggled as her shoes dragged along with his motions.

“Missed you,” She said simply, feeling as if she was purring as her nails brushed along his uniform, “You can keep working.” She told him earnestly, knowing that she had no issue in doing all of the work. She thought that he looked too tense, that he deserved some time to relax. He sat up a bit and she wondered just how uncomfortable the chair must be.

“Kim,” He chuckled as his hands found her waist, “It won’t take long to finish this.” He responded quickly, but he had the same lustful look in his eyes that she felt deep within her chest. She bit down on her bottom lip, feeling a bit cheekier than usual. She blamed it on the lack of their sex life at the moment.

“No one will know,” She giggled softly, “It’s fine. You look so handsome right now.” She breathed out quickly as her fingers found the buttons to his gray uniform. She looked up at him curiously, waiting for him to tell her no. He watched her for a long moment as her fingers brushed against his top button. He breathed out roughly as he nodded his head quickly, waiting for her to continue. She felt a giddy smile forming as she went to quick work.

“You really are a whore,” He grinned devilishly as he lifted her skirt up over her hips and roughly tugged her panties aside, “Don’t tease me.” He smacked her ass harshly, the sound echoing in the room. She bit her lip as she slowly pulled his uniform down, breathing in deeply as her fingertips brushed along his golden skin.

“I want you so badly,” She told him quickly, feeling a strong desire to have him buried deep inside of her, “It’s been so long.” She responded quickly as her dainty hand wrapped around his thick cock. She moaned to herself as she slowly pumped his throbbing cock in her hand. She stared at the precum that was forming against his tip, feeling a deep desire to lean down and lick it away.

“Yeah?” He grunted out softly, his blue eyes darkening as he watched the way her hand moved up the length of his cock, “You could’ve had me.” He reminded her. She felt her cheeks beginning to flush as she shifted her hips closer towards his cock, her walls already clenching at the thought of having him deep inside of her.

“I was on my period,” She whined softly, licking away the saliva from her lips, “It’s messy.” She quickly reminded him, watching the way his lips parted as if he was going to argue again. She rolled her hips forward suddenly, pressing his tip along her wet cunt to hush him. He breathed out roughly, his argument forgotten as she slowly slid his throbbing cock inside of her.

She felt her lips parting in bliss as he stretched her slowly. She rested one hand against his knees, squeezing tightly as his cock filled her deeply. She whimpered, rolling her body until she was adjusted around him. She moved her hand away from his balls, moving it back so both were resting on his knees. She found herself moaning louder as she began to roll her hips along the length of his cock.

“Hey, hey,” He grinned as he pressed her hips down until she was sitting fully. She tried to wiggle again but he kept her still, “Stop it.” He said, sounding more fierce this time. She exhaled deeply, feeling a whine settling deep in the bottom of her chest.

“Why?” She did her best to keep from whining, wanting nothing more than to feel her walls clenching tightly around his cock. She fluttered her eyelashes, feeling like every time she exhaled he slid deeper inside of her drenched cunt.

“I can’t finish this if you’re moving,” He smirked, looking pleased with himself as her face fell, “Just sit there and warm my cock. I’m almost done.” He smacked her ass again as his dirty hands rubbed along her pale skin. She thought that his idea sounded like torture.

“I can’t,” She whined pathetically, “I need you so bad.” She nodded her head in an attempt to convince him. He simply shook his head, looking all too used to her antics as he moved his hands away from her.

“Then you’ll listen and behave,” He grinned as he slowly moved himself back underneath the car, “We have all night. There’s no need to rush.” She huffed and moved her hands back along his warm chest, hoping that he might change his mind as she dragged her nails along his skin. He simply hummed to his music as the sound of his wrench filled the garage again.

She shifted again, just soft enough to earn a grunt from him. She sent him a sly smile, feigning her own innocence as she adjusted back onto his lap. She bit her lip hard, fighting the urge to roll her hips forward. She could feel her wetness dripping along the length of his cock, begging for him to thrust his hips forward.

“Please,” She begged again, feeling like she may lose her mind, “I want you.” She pleaded again, wanting so desperately to move against him. She was smart enough to realize that if she didn’t listen to him that he would relentlessly tease her for the rest of the night. She didn’t want that either.

“I’m working,” He reminded herminded her gruffly, not even sparing a glance in her direction, “You need to respect that.” She bit her lip, trying to keep from arguing with him. She rubbed her nails across his uniform, inhaling sharply to try and calm the throbbing that was growing inside of her body.

She kept quiet, holding back her own moans as Billy continued to work. She was biting her bottom lip hard, trying to ignore the way his cock was fluttering inside of her each time he moved his hands to work. She was beginning to believe that he was doing it on purpose, just trying to drive her up to her breaking point. She swore he was working slower, just trying to drive the minutes up.

She squeaked as he finally moved back out from underneath the car. He grinned at the sounds that left her mouth before his messy hands were smacking her bottom, “Up.” He commanded as he lightly gripped her flesh to give her a boost onto her feet.

“What?” She looked at him in disbelief, her eyebrows furrowing together like she couldn’t believe what he had just said. Her cunt was aching, crying at the thought of not feeling him moving inside of her wet walls.

“I’m done,” He said simply, “Let’s go home.” He chuckled, sitting up as he pushed her off of his hard cock gently. She whimpered at the loss, her cunt clenching around air as he stood her up. She stared at him, feeling frustration building inside of her tummy.

“You’re mean,” She breathed out sharply, watching the way he was beginning to look like he would laugh, “And very cruel.” She told him in a matter of fact way. She didn’t understand how he could easily tease her. She wanted him so badly and couldn’t understand how he didn’t want the same thing.

“Sorry, baby,” He pressed a gentle kiss to her bottom lip that was beginning to grow into a pout, “You know you love it.”

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“What do you want for dinner?” Billy asked as he walked back into the room, fresh from his shower. She stared at his freshly cleaned skin, her eyes lingering against the smooth skin on his chest. She drew her eyes up slowly, her lips melting into a smile as his warmth filled the room. “Nothing yet,” She grinned, resting her chin on her interlocked fingers as Billy continued to squeeze the moisture out of his hair with a towel, “I’m not hungry.” She added softly as she swiveled in her chair. She hoped that he would get the hint, that she was still craving something else.

“You don’t want food?” He looked at her curiously as he glanced towards the clock on the wall. It wasn’t that late, just barely hitting 5:30. They could cook something later, she was craving something entirely different that he had just barely given her a taste of.

“No,” She bit her lip softly, “Not yet.” She hinted softly again, hoping that he would initiate what she wanted. He looked at her curiously for a moment as her body warmed, her heart thumping harshly inside of her chest. He walked around the counter, a knowing smirk placing on his lips as he approached her.

“What do you want?” He grinned, tilting her chin up towards him. She shrugged her shoulders, growing shy again, “Come on. Use your words.” His thumb pressed against her bottom lip, just slightly pouting it before he released her lip. She flicked her tongue across where his skin had met hers, watching the way his eyes flickered as he gazed down at her.

“I want you.” She told him truthfully, knowing there was more than one meaning. She could feel herself pressing her thighs closer together, her lust growing insatiable as she desperately craved to skip the little game that was happening at the moment. He grinned, looking like he wanted to see just how far he could push her before she lost control.

“You have me.” He reminded her as he drew his finger down the curve of her neck. She breathed out slowly, her skin growing tingly from where he touched. She kept her eyes drawn towards his face as he looked down at her neck as his fingers pressed against the ring that rested there. She inhaled sharply, feeling a sense of confidence growing inside of her.

“I want your cock,” She admitted bashfully, her face only growing warmer as his eyes snapped up towards her, “I want to feel you inside me.” She spit out quickly, watching the wolfish grin that formed on his lips. His fingers moved against her skin again, sliding until they were curved around her neck.

“Oh you do?” He drew out hotly, his warm breath fanning over her skin as he pulled her closer to him, “I think that makes you a slut.” His eyes lingered against her plump lips, watching the way she licked her bottom lip before he looked back into her hazel eyes. She found her lips curling up into a smile.

“I can’t help it,” She told him honestly, liking the way his large hand fit around her neck, “I just need you so bad. All the time.” She breathed out, feeling like she was soaking her panties. He hummed, his eyes glazing over her for another moment before he was tugging her up against him. A whimper slipped free as his lips slid against hers harshly. She moved just as urgently, her lips pressing against his sloppily as she tried to keep up with his movements.

He pulled away briskly, just enough that he was able to tug her shirt up over her head. His fingers moved to unstrap her bra as his lips hovered against her parted mouth. She breathed out slowly as he pulled the straps down her shoulders. She giggled shyly, nearly going to cover herself before he was tugging her hands down again.

“Pretty,” He mumbled as he rubbed his thumb along her hardening nipple. Her face burned as his warm hands cupped her boobs. She pushed her hair out of her face, unsure of how to respond before he was kissing her again. She melted against him, his compliment warming her whole body, “Want you too.” He spoke huskily, his lips moving against hers.

Her hands moved against his chest, soaking in his warmth as he loosely guided them into the living room. She pressed her fingers into the hem of her skirt, hurriedly discarding it and her panties as he fell back against the couch. They both rushed to pull at his pants, urgently tugging them down over his hips.

She giggled as he pulled her onto his lap. Her hands rested against his chest as she peered down at him, a smile forming on her face as she pushed his blonde curls from his forehead. She analyzed his features for a moment, happy that his bruises were long gone. He looked up at her, a tenderness wedged in his blue eyes as he admired her. He slowly drew his index finger down the curve of her spine, his lips parting like he was debating about telling her something. She cupped his jaw softly, letting her thumbs rub across his now smooth skin.

“What?” She asked softly, feeling the air rush from her lungs as his blue eyes shot up towards her. She watched the way his eyebrows furrowed together, like he didn’t understand what she was asking, “You looked like you were going to say something.” She mumbled softly, feeling warmth continually spreading through her tummy.

“Just had an idea,” He said softly, his blue eyes shining brightly. She traced her thumbs further, just lightly pressing her fingertips against the corner of his lips. She liked the way his mouth moved as he spoke. She nodded her head, urging him to continue, “Do you want to try a different position?” She looked at him curiously.

“There’s more?” She asked honestly, her ears humming in response from the laugh that came from deep inside of his chest. She grinned, feeling a bit embarrassed even though her question was serious.

“Of course,” He teased her softly and gave her narrow hips a little squeeze, “Turn around.” She bit her lip as she nodded, moving one leg away from his hips. He rubbed her skin softly before he was tugging her back onto his lap. He guided her, leaning her spine against his chest as he spread her legs wide. She could feel her face burning but found no time to protest as he linked his arms underneath her knees and pulled them up towards her chest.

“What are you doing?” She panted out softly, already feeling as if she was being bent in an unknown position. He chuckled as he pressed a kiss against the crook of her neck. She exhaled softly, her heart hammering roughly inside of her chest.

“You’ll have to slide me in,” He mumbled against her neck. She shivered at his words as she slowly reached between their legs, searching for his hard cock. She giggled as she gripped it, giving it a light squeeze before she brushed his tip against her wet hole. She sighed in relief as she pushed him inside, her walls stretching wide as she gladly took him, “Move your arms back.” He groaned out softly.

She sighed as he adjusted inside of her, bottoming out completely as she rested against him again. She drew her arms back, too taken over by the pleasure that was traveling up her spine to notice that he was tugging her knees up higher towards her chest. She gaped as he shifted her, easily picking her up until her knees were pressed up against her shoulder blades. He held onto the back of her neck, his rings digging into her skin as he held her in position.

“S’lot,” She spit out at last as her legs burned from the unknown position he had tugged her into. She breathed out harshly, the stretch slowly beginning to fade away as he slowly moved his hips forward. She cried out, already overwhelmed from how intense the position felt. She was breathing in slowly, unable to fully inhale from how he had her bent and twisted, “Feels good.” She whimpered after a second thought. His chest vibrated against her skin as he laughed.

“Does it?” He teased her with a mocking tone as he snapped his hips forward harshly. She felt her mouth dropping in awe as the pleasure tickled deep inside of her stomach and up her spine. She tried to nod her head but was unable to from how his hands were gripping a hold of her neck.

“Yeah,” She moaned out loudly, her toes curling as her pussy clamped down around his thick cock. She whimpered as his muscular arms squeezed her, pulling her closer together and her legs higher up as he continued to press his cock further inside of her, “Oh my god.” She whined, her head falling back in awe.

He grunted underneath her, his lips dragging across her smooth skin as he rolled his hips up further inside of her. She gaped, her clit throbbing from all of the pleasure that was coursing inside of her body. He was dragging her along the length of his cock, bouncing her easily as if she weighed nothing.

“Billy,” She cried out in bliss, her eyes feeling stuck in the back of her head as her feet bounced with his powerful thrusts, “Oh my god! More.” She cried out, pleading with him as he continued to move roughly inside of her. She was whimpering as she licked the drool away from her lips.

“You like that?” His voice was husky and warm as his fingers tightened around the back of her neck, “You sound so pretty around my cock.” He groaned as he dragged his lips over the curve of his spine. She gasped at the feeling of his tongue along her warm skin, the sensation tickling her clear down to her toes.

“It feels so good,” She confirmed with a whine, moving her hands up to grip a hold of elbows. This position didn’t allow for her to hold onto anything else for support. She rolled her head back as his cock pressed deep against her bundle of nerves, knocking loud moans from her lips, “You’re so big.” She whimpered as his hips became more sporadic, rocking them both closer to their orgasm. She exhaled harshly, her chest feeling compressed from the tight position he was holding her in.

The tune of their skin meeting echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls and leaving Kim with a glorious shameful feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her head bobbed with the movements of his cock dragging against her drenched walls. She squeezed at his elbows, her nails beginning to dig into his skin from the pleasure that was traveling up her body.

“You’re such a little slut, baby sister,” He grunted as he continued to press kisses along her freckled skin, “My little slut.” He confirmed with a deep groan. His muscles flexed against her shoulders as he pressed her down harder onto his cock. She whimpered again at the feeling of his balls pressing against her skin as he fully pressed into her. Her eyes drifted down, taking in the bulge that was pressing against her stomach every time he thrust deeper into her.

“Love being your slut,” She nodded her head encouragingly, her mind feeling fuzzy from the sensation of his cock pumping into her. Her clit was throbbing, begging for more of him as the muscles in her stomach clenched tightly together. She gnawed on her bottom lip, not yet wishing to finish around him, “Need your cock all the time.” She spit out between rough spurts.

“Whose cock?” He demanded roughly, his arms clenching tighter around her as he slowed his thrusts down. She moaned in protest, desperately trying to wiggle her body in an attempt to push his cock inside of her again. She was sure that he was smug underneath her, probably smirking at the way she was reacting.

“My big brothers,” She moaned out as she spasmed around him, trying to keep his pulsating cock inside of her needy walls, “Need to feel you all the time.” She told him urgently, wishing she could turn to look at him. She felt the vibrations of his laugh against her back as he slowly began to build up his pace again, huffing loudly as he rammed his cock deep inside of her wet cunt. She whimpered at the feeling of her slick sliding down the length of him, the sound of her pussy squeezing him echoed deep within the room.

“Such a dirty whore,” He tsked underneath his breath. Kim nearly missed his words as he began to grunt loudly, sounding like he was concentrating as his thrusts became more rough. She felt her head bobbing with his movements, the back of her neck repeatedly hitting against his fingers, “So fucking tight.” He exhaled in bliss.

She found herself jolting at the feeling of his nose pressing against her warm skin. His mustache tickled against her skin, causing goosebumps to erupt as he continued to bounce her along the length of his cock. His tip pressed against her bundle of nerves repeatedly, causing her moans to grow louder from the sensation.

“Billy,” She found herself chanting as she clamped down around him, her body shaking as he throbbed inside of her, “Oh my god, yes!” She squealed out as her toes curled together in bliss. Her head lolled to the side, nearly topping her over as she came around him. Her whole body curled in bliss, spasming deeply as her orgasm rocked roughly inside of her.

“Oh fuck,” He was close behind as his thrusts became sporadic, thrusting up rougher and slower as she kept a tight grip along his cock. His arms became tighter around her neck, keeping her in place as his grunts filled the room. He pressed into her fully, his cum spurting deep against her walls as he huffed underneath her, “Fuck, fuck you’re so good for me.” His hands quickly pushed her hair aside as he tilted his head up to kiss along her neck.

Her body slowly relaxed as his grip on the back of her neck released and he slowly let her legs fall back onto him. She panted hard, still resting on top of him as tingles raced up her legs and down her arms. His hands rested against her abdomen, drawing soft circles into her skin as their mixture slid between their legs.

“Tired,” She said at last, when her tongue was finally able to make words, “That was a work out.” She found herself giggling softly but quickly stopped at the sensation of his softening cock moving inside of her. She felt too stimulated to go another round so soon. He chuckled lightly, his tired voice sounding as if he agreed.

“You’re telling me,” He lifted her again, just enough that he could pull his dick out of her. She whimpered as their mixture pooled out between her sore legs. She bit her lip, watching as he reached for his discarded towel and began to clean her up, “I’m starving.” He told her truthfully as he glanced up towards her again.

“We can make something,” She told him, giggling as he leaned down to press his lips against hers, “What sounds good?” She asked him as she adjusted herself onto the sofa again. She looked around the floor, following the trail of their clothes until she looked back at him.

“Spaghetti?” He questioned as he rested his cheek against his knuckles. She smiled towards him, liking how carefree he looked at the moment. She pretended to think about it.

“I think that sounds good,” She moved slowly, her legs burning from the motions as she began to pick her clothes up from the floor. He sighed before he stood, following her same lead. She grinned, glancing back towards him as she fixed her bra, “Tomorrow is your last day at the pool, are you excited?” She questioned him as she began to wash her hands. He shrugged as he slipped his pants on.

“Not really,” He admitted as he joined her at the sink, “I’m going to miss swimming.” He told her honestly. She reached for the towel and began to dry her hands, thinking about how he said winter was alway worse for her. She never minded how the seasons changed, but now she was beginning to grow more worried about it. She wasn’t sure how she’d be able to help him at all, only that she would try.

“Maybe Tommy can let us use his cabin?” She suggested, thinking that they could handle the colder water until it got too unbearable. Billy smiled softly as he took the towel from her. He leaned against the sink as he wiped his hands dry.

“He’s in California,” He reminded her with a smile, “Otherwise I would’ve asked already.” He said truthfully. She bit her lip and nodded, remembering how it hadn’t been too long ago that Tommy had left for college.

“Lucky for him,” She teased as she moved towards the fridge. She pulled out what was left of their hamburger and began to rummage through the rest of the ingredients, “Do you want to start on the noodles?” She asked him as she plopped her ingredients out onto the counter. She bent down, reaching for the various pans as Billy grabbed for the box of noodles.

“I hate that part,” He watched as she began to squish the hamburger together with her hands, molding together little meatballs, “It feels weird.” He shivered, as if he was actually touching it. She looked down at her hands, agreeing that it felt very squishy between her fingers.

“I like it better like this,” She told him as she continued to roll out meatballs, “They’re more fun.” She wasn’t sure if it really made sense, but it did to her. She finished them and moved towards the sink, quickly beginning to scrub her hands with soap and hot water. She jumped, turning to look at him just as his hand left her ass. She grinned towards him, watching as he pulled out a can of tomato sauce.

“Very gourmet,” Billy agreed as he dumped the canned tomato sauce into the pan. He grinned cheekily towards her, “I bet this is just how the Italians do it.” She giggled softly as he handed her the empty can. She quickly tossed it in the trash can behind her. For a moment she winced, fearing that the spare red liquid would splash from how hard she had tossed it. She was quite pleased when she realized it didn’t happen.

“I’m sure,” She teased back as he nudged his hip against hers, “I bet it will be the best spaghetti ever.” She drew out slowly, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked towards him. He grinned at her.

“Anything you make is good,” He leaned forward to press a kiss against her forehead, “I can’t wait to try it.” He told her honestly as she worked on cooking the meatballs. She rolled her eyes playfully, figuring that he was just being sweet to her. His hands rested against her hips as she worked, his lips were humming to the music that was playing on the radio. She turned towards him after some time had passed.

“How’s it taste?” She blew on the meatball softly before she leaned over, holding the fork out towards him. He placed it in his mouth, taking a full bite as he nodded his head. She inspected him for a moment, trying to read his expressions.

“Really good,” He told her honestly. His hands moved towards her hips again, giving her a reassuring squeeze as she turned back to the stove, “You did good.” He praised her softly as his fingers traced up the curve of her spine. She felt goosebumps arising from his touch as she temporarily stalled until he was gently pulling at the ends of her hair.

It didn’t take long for their meal to come together. She was still grinning when Billy made both of their plates and sat it on their small table. She poured herself a glass of ice water before she joined him at the table. Her stomach felt full of butterflies, wondering if this would be similar to their life in the future.

“I’m going to hang out with Addi at the pool tomorrow,” She said softly as they began to eat, “If you don’t care to give me a ride.” She hinted softly. Billy would be at the pool anyways, surely it wouldn’t matter if they rode together. She was sure Eddie would be driving Addi anyways.

“I think you should drive us,” He told her seriously, “Then you can take your test.” He stated as he pointed his fork towards her. She watched as his noodles danced off onto his plate. She grinned bashfully at him, fearing that he would eventually drop her off at the testing site and just make her do it.

“There’s no point,” She shrugged her shoulders after a second thought. Her cheeks still felt warm from his words, “It’s not like I can afford a car of my own anyways.” She told him, feeling a bit realistic with her statement. Even if she had a car, she didn’t know when she’d use it. Billy already took her and picked her up from school every day except Friday afternoons.

“You can use mine whenever you want.” He suggested again, giving her a knowing look. She tried not to grumble, figuring that his answer would be that. She paused as she twisted the noodles around her fork. She appreciated his offer, but didn’t want to be the reason she ruined something that brought him so much joy.

“Thank you,” She told him seriously, “But you have a very intense relationship with that car. I don’t want it to come between us if I wreck it.” She teased him gently, but she really did mean her words. She really did hate thinking about taking her driver’s test, however. She could feel her stomach clamp up in nerves each time Billy brought it up.

“We can find you a cheap one,” Billy chuckled as he leaned over the table to steal one of her meatballs with his fork, “How’s that sound?” He asked as he settled back into his chair. She bit her lip as she considered what he had said.

“Good,” She shrugged her shoulders softly, fighting to keep from grinning too widely, “I guess I can live with that.” She grinned as she bit into more of her noodles. She thought that it was very sweet how he seemed to be so concerned with her gaining her license. He watched her with a smile before he switched the conversation again.

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” He asked softly, looking like he was pretending to be nonchalant over the whole ordeal. She set her fork down and linked her fingers in front of her.

“Oh?” She grinned widely, unable to help herself, “Are you planning something?” She tried to tease him, but was more curious than anything. She could practically feel the excitement growing within her as she tried to keep from bouncing in her chair.

“Just had an idea.” He said softly, meeting her wide eyes as he took another bite from his plate. She stared, waiting for him to continue. She gaped, horrified that he was keeping her waiting.

“What idea?” She asked urgently, wanting to know more about what he was planning. She wasn’t the best with surprises and she could feel the excitement eating her alive at the moment. She should’ve known that he was going to try and surprise her with something.

“Maybe you could skip school next Friday,” He suggested slowly, “I want to take you somewhere for the weekend.” He pushed his plate away, looking as if he couldn’t eat another bite. Kim beamed, leaning closer over the table as she absorbed his words.

“Yeah?” Her heart was pounding harshly in her chest as she listened to his words, “I’d really like that.” She paused for a moment, thinking of Susan again. She could feel her eyebrows beginning to furrow together as she wondered what her mom would do without her. Billy nudged her underneath the table, gaining her attention again.

“Don’t,” He shook his head as if she had done something bad, “Don’t question it. We’re going. You need a break too.” He reminded her fiercely. She licked her bottom lip, trying to not be filled with guilt. She didn’t want anything to happen to Susan while she was gone. However, she knew she shouldn’t miss out on such an event with Billy.

“Okay,” She said softly as she made up her mind, “I just don’t know what I’ll tell my mom.” She admitted briskly. Susan didn’t seem much for negotiating lately. Everything needed to be done in her way.

“I don’t think she’d even notice,” He said softly, like he was afraid of what her reaction would be, “She drank my last six pack.” He mumbled underneath his breath. Kim felt her eyes widen in surprise at his statement. She didn’t think Susan’s drinking was that bad, but she was beginning to grow more and more unsure.

“I can get you another,” She offered, feeling bad that Susan had done such a thing, “I didn’t know she did that.” She tucked her hair behind her ears, feeling guilty despite it not being her fault. She wasn’t able to control what Susan did, however, she still felt like it was part of her responsibility.

“It’s not your fault,” He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s just weird. I’ve never seen her drink before.” He said a bit softer. He glanced up at her, like he was expecting her to reveal some deep secret. She paused for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders. She had never seen Susan drink either, nor to her knowledge did she know that Susan may have an issue with drinking.

“Maybe she’s thinking of my dad,” She admitted after a second of thinking, “He drank away his pain.” She rubbed her bottom lip, thinking of the various times she’d find Sam passed out on the floor of their apartment. “What pain did he have?” Billy snorted, like it was outrageous. Kim glanced up at him, her eyebrows furrowing together as she tried to think of a way to defend Sam. She fell short as she rubbed her thumbs together, realizing she knew very little about her father. A bitter feeling filled her stomach and she was suddenly hoping for a way to change the conversation.

“I don’t know,” She said at last, “He never talked about it. I don’t think he ever talked about his childhood.” She shook her head when she was finished speaking, deciding that it was best to forget about her father at the moment. She didn’t want to ruin the night that they were having. Billy nodded his head as he stood, quickly cleaning up their dirty plates.

Their routine felt domestic as they cleaned their mess, listening to the radio as they worked. They were often distracted with one another, constantly pausing their actions so they could kiss or hold onto one another. It left Kim with a giddy feeling and only convinced her that she had grown lucky to find the one in her life.

They would settle onto the couch afterwards, watching whatever program until Billy would begin to drift off. His head was resting in her lap this time as she gently ran her fingers through his curls. His ankles were crossed, his mouth parted as his eyes continually fluttered shut. She felt bad, thinking of how exhausted he must be working two jobs. She wondered if he was saving up for something.

“Hey,” She kissed his forehead gently, trying to wake him up as softly as she could, “Let’s go to bed.” She told him, ignoring that it was barely nine at this point. He looked up at her, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion until he nodded his head. He looked too tired to argue about it.

“Sorry,” He mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck. She shut off the TV, then worked on shutting the lights off as they walked towards their room, “Just been tired recently.” She watched as he walked, a soft grin forming on her lips as he realized he was probably embarrassed over how early it still was.

“I was tired anyways,” She told him, even though it wasn’t true. She liked to lay with him and would usually turn her lamp on to read her novels anyways. She pulled open her dresser door as she began to undress and switch into a nightgown, “You’ve had a long week.” She glanced over towards him, watching as he stripped down to his underwear before he crawled onto the bed. He needed his head but she was sure if he had even heard her.

“I just have tomorrow,” He spoke tiredly as he laid on his side to face her. She shut off the light before she crawled into the bed and placed a kiss against his forehead, “Then I have Sunday off.” He spoke dreamily. She felt bad, knowing that he really didn’t have to work as hard as what he was. She was sure that he felt bad and wondered how much of his paycheck he was giving to Susan. She began to grow worried, hoping that he wasn’t really doing that.

She rested against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling and wishing she could sleep. She had been struggling with it lately and really wasn’t sure why. She twisted the chain on her neck before she moved her finger down towards the ring that rested on her chest. She glanced towards Billy, confirming that he was still awake.

“Did your grandpa wear it a lot?” She asked softly as she slipped her finger into the large ring. She tilted her chin up so she could peer up at him better. His lips were curled into a soft smile as he peered down at her.

“I hope so,” Billy chuckled softly as his finger came down on the other side of the ring, just barely pressing the material against her skin, “It was his wedding ring.” He told her softly as he drew his finger along the curve of the ring. He bumped against her finger just as her eyes widened from his words.

“What?” She stumbled out, feeling as if her tongue was far too heavy in her mouth. She thought about rubbing her ears, thinking that she may have heard him wrong. She didn’t realize that the ring was something so significant, so special.

“It’s nothing like that,” Billy spit out quickly, his eyebrows raised high as he shook his head, “I just thought you’d like it.” She wondered if his face was burning as hot as hers was. She hadn’t thought much about marriage, but realized that Billy would be the one that she would one day want to marry. He was the only option for her.

“I do,” She squeaked out quickly. She paused to clear her throat, “Thank you. It’s very beautiful.” Her cheeks were still warm as Billy averted his eyes and moved his hand away from the ring. She gulped hard, wondering if the marriage talk had been too much for him.

An awkward tension filled the room as they laid stiffly next to each other, their shoulders just lightly brushing against one another. She thought of something to say, something to fix the situation so they could go back to normal. Her mind felt fuzzy, still focused on the fact that Billy had promised her something without meaning to do so.

“I wouldn’t get you a ring,” He said at last, “I mean, not one like that. It would be pretty. Like a diamond or some shit like that.” He was speaking briskly, wincing like he had said something wrong. Her heart relaxed as her lips grew into a smile.

“It doesn’t have to be a diamond,” She looked towards him as she slipped the ring around her finger again, “I like other gems.” She giggled softly as he leaned over her again and gently pressed a kiss against her lips.

“I love you.” He told her softly, his eyes shining truthfully as he tucked her hair behind her ears gently. She grinned as she moved her finger away so she could link their hands together. Her heart throbbed harshly in her chest, feeling like she may explode from his words.

“I love you too.” She whispered softly as her eyes looked over his pretty features. She felt like things were getting better. She only hoped that they would stay that way.

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Kim gently untangled herself from Billy’s arms, feeling alarmed at the sound that had echoed through the house. He was sleeping deeply, soft snores leaving his parted lips as he rolled back onto his side. She bit her lip, listening to the sound of shuffling coming from what she figured was the kitchen as she slowly rose from the bed.

She blinked hard, hoping to adjust her eyes to the dark house as she slowly pushed the door open. She leaned against the doorway, exhaling softly as she watched Susan stumble against the couch. Susan collapsed against it, laying awkwardly as she groaned and rolled her head to the side. Kim moved forward, feeling like this was becoming a new routine.

“Mom,” Kim struggled to put her arms underneath Susan’s before she was tugging her back onto the couch. Susan grunted, swaying her left hand in the air before she dropped it again. She turned onto her left side, resting there more comfortably. Kim bit her lip before she pulled the blankets up over Susan, hoping that she’d rest well, “Have a good night.” She mumbled as she bent over to press a kiss against Susan’s cheek.

Susan didn’t respond to any of Kim’s motions. Kim pulled over one of the trashcans by the head of the couch in case Susan got sick in the middle of the night. Then she got a glass of water and set it up neatly. It took her a second to realize that her actions were almost natural from how often she had done it with her father.

The thought of her father made her sick to her stomach. She didn’t want to think about him right now. Nor did she want to admit that Susan had fallen that far off. She tried to reassure herself that the couch was just more comfortable than her bed. Surely, Susan just struggled to get comfortable. This had nothing to do with the alcohol. Kim looked down at Susan again, hoping that it would get better before it got worse.

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blitz0hno · 10 months ago

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The universe has a habit for punishing hero types.

The pure indifference of time’s march forward is punishment enough for most human beings to steer clear of this path. Only one who is equally indifferent, it seems, can survive in such a world.

Maybe it’s the sheer arrogance of one who would try to shield others from the inevitable pains of this world that warrants such punishment.

And yet, the existence of heroes brings its rewards. Hope, happiness, humanity, and all of those other lovely things that blossom in the presence of a “hero.” The moment something terribly wrong goes suddenly right. The right person, the right time, the right place.

A child running into a busy street, only to be grasped tightly at the last moment.

An old woman and her cat trapped in a house fire, a neighbor rushing into the flames and bringing them out in one piece.

A crowd in panic as an attacker brandishes a weapon, when a pistol responds from the hip of an everyday citizen and prevents innocent casualties (not that the gun nuts who fantasize about that shit are any better than violent people themselves).

I can’t honestly say these feats are short of impressive. Disgustingly aspirational, even, to seem so untouchable in a dire moment. In the back of many people’s minds, no matter how mediocre they truly are, there is an underlying want to “save” others in a grand act of heroism. The desire often begins and ends with the ego.

The feelings that must come with saving a life, they think, consciously or not. Can anyone truly blame them, when headlines such as “NEIGHBORVILLE ‘SUPERMAN’ STOPS ARMED ROBBERY” fill their minds with praise?

In actuality, though, if there was no armed robber, Superman would be obsolete out of the gate. And in the presence of an armed robber, most would turn and run, for opportunities for a hero are preceded by the presence of serious danger.

No one wants to be Superman the day after. The paperwork alone has gotta be awful.

On top of that, between every one Neighborville Superman there are about fifty crooked cops, eighteen bigoted doctors, twenty creepy teachers, and eight Friendlytown Stabbers in any given news cycle.

Those who would drop their fantasy and run (“common” sense is common for a reason, they’ll tell you) save themselves a lot of suffering. Fighting one’s instincts is no easy task, after all.

But I, for one, hate those instincts of mine. They’re overridden, almost involuntarily, by something almost alarming.

A hatred.

I hate humans who cause suffering in others.

Many people are afraid of bullies, and saddened by tragic violence, but seem to reserve their anger for the little things. The incredible racism from their leaders doesn’t spark half the anger as their child dropping and breaking a cup, for example.

When I was a kid, anger reigned freely in my life. The adults around me had no issues with letting such an emotion control them; yet when they would beat me and my siblings, the words that came out of their mouths preached “respect” and “love,” things I grew to discover were much more work than any of them had ever put in.

I knew then that I wanted two things:

I wanted to be strong enough to defend those I love from cruelty.

I therefore wanted the people who inflict cruelty on this planet gone.

What resulted was something I jokingly call a disorganized attachment to love. I’m no sucker, after all; I can’t truly say I believe in the “power” of affection, as nice as it feels. The inevitable severance of that connection with another often gives me pause. I think about fights and breakups and deaths, and cowardly as it may seem I then wish to be completely at peace with myself before risking these losses.

But love is still something I feel. At least, I think it’s love; I feel great pain when I imagine the suffering those in my life will face, and feel great joy at the thought of their happiness.

Is it unreasonable, then, to strive for the capability to protect them?

There are many people who would hurt the ones I love. Am I wrong for wanting those people and the systems that create them eradicated?

I’m undoubtedly foolish to think that a perfect world could exist, or that any action I could take would change things for the better. Then again, if it’s so insignificant but makes the world better to me, does it matter if I go ahead with it?

Because there are some who, objectively, cause unnecessary suffering on massive scales. Should them and their supporters not then be made examples of? Those who oppress and hurt others for selfish gain would be better off gone. If anyone’s life gets better after the oppressive party is gone, the point will prove itself.

So why, then, should I expect another to act when I could be capable?

If it’s what I want to pursue, should I not give it my all?

Would anything I do even make a dent? Perhaps it would; then what? Another biased entry in a state-sponsored corporate textbook? Another murdered for challenging the status quo?

I want a world where it is unacceptable to hurt another human for your own personal gain. I have a problem with those lacking compassion. I have a problem with those who judge and torture others for their differences, and those who hoard wealth while billions starve.

It’s an intense, overwhelming anger that makes nothing else even seem to matter. We have such a short life on earth and we’re spending it under the thumbs of fuckers just as fragile as us.

Every “hero” is thrown out into a world where, in the time it takes many to save one single life, thousands can be taken. What a punishment indeed. Carrying this knowledge at the forefront of their mind, they hold those they value most at arm’s length, never letting their guard down. Their sole focus is protection, ever-ready to run towards danger.

So goes the life of the untouchable hero.

#i wrote this #forever ago #and man i just. her.#I don't like prose if you can call this that but i wanted it Out #thank you to everyone who makes gifs lol #switched to pc just for this #kotoko yuzuriha #kotoko milgram #milgram #original writing #kotoko just like john lowkey #cw child abuse #cw kidnapping #(just in the gif but still)#cw guns #also all the Milgram Stuff #deep cover spoilers

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I have many thoughts about Terrifier 3, but of course it's not like I could pause the movie to jot them down. So here's an approximation that is actually still significantly more detailed than what I say for most of the movies I watch.

You sly dog, you got me consuming Christmas content in October. It does fit the vibe though since Art is consistently a troll who does things to piss people off for his own amusement. You know, before he kills them for his own amusement.

This franchise genuinely keeps one-upping itself. All the gnarly gore I loved in Terrifier and Terrifier 2, this met and then exceeded that. SO many great and horrific scenes. Besides the cold open, the campus shower and the torture scene leading into the final confrontation really stuck out to me. I can tell that they were going for a bit more equal opportunity mutilation after all the criticism of the first two. Admittedly, I don't think anything hit quite as hard as The Bedroom Scene in 2, but that's just because of the shocking reveal she was still alive after all that. Here, I think the closest thing was the podcast girl who needed a callback to her line about "looking into his eyes to see if he has a soul." Of course the whole "It's so scary that people threw up in the theaters" astroturfing was overselling it, but it honestly was a really intense watch even for a seasoned gorehound like myself. What can I say? It's a work of art.

2 introduced a lot of strange worldbuilding out of left field, and 3 definitely balanced scenes of Sienna with scenes of Art better, focusing on what really mattered and what the fans came here to see. There wasn't anything as bizarre as 2's credits scene of Vicky giving birth to Art's head, this was more grounded overall. Basically, what 3 added to the lore is that the Little Pale Girl is a demon and basically Art's "patron" responsible for his immortality, who was summoned into this world when he killed himself at the end of the original. And some higher power legitimately did choose Sienna to be "the chosen one" as an equal and opposite reaction to the demon. Art killed Jonathan, which was really a shame because it's like he became a worse person and then died offscreen. It really wasted his character, and he was one of the protagonists. I was waiting for a psych the whole time. Idk, maybe they didn't have enough budget or time left to physically show us what happened to him and the uncle. The film already goes on for a long time, just over 2 hours. But I wouldn't be surprised if it ends up being a fake-out after all and Jonathan turns up in Terrifier 4. Vicky is also dead, she committed suicide and spent the rest of the film as the Little Pale Girl's skin suit before Sienna killed her. I spent a lot of 2 feeling like Vicky already ran her course in the narrative and overstayed her welcome, and this did give her a new twist before putting her to rest. Overall, I feel like 3 rectified a lot of the issues I had with 2. I'd say it's strongest out of the three films.

The theater let teenagers in and while they were well-behaved during the movie, they don't belong here. Come on, man.

I was expecting A Work of Art by Ice Nine Kills to play over the credits. I guess watching a 15 minute long music video on Youtube is like my after party. Pretty cool of David Howard Thornton and Damien Leone to be in it.

According to TVTropes, the body crucified in the final act was the uncle. I thought that was Jonathan's roommate who Art disemboweled testicles first in the dorm shower.

I really hope Dead Meat releases a podcast on this soon, I am going to be all over that.

#horror #terrifier #terrifier 3

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bunbeeplays · 5 months ago

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 102 - The Past, Present, and Future, Part 1

The Lemons arrive at their rental in San Sequoia, and the weather is about as gloomy as Ophelia feels right now. Still, it's exciting to be going on their first vacation as a family. Maybe it will make this whole thing suck less.

Xander takes Gemma back to her room for their stay and gets her ready to take a nap.

Xander: Are you going to be good for Miss Celeste? I know you will!

Gemma: 😇

Ophelia watches her husband dote on their daughter. He's nothing like her father. It's amazing.

Ophelia comes over and soothes Gemma after Xander lays her down.

Ophelia: Sleep tight, baby doll. We'll be back soon.

Xander: Are you sure you want to do this right away?

Ophelia: I just want to get it over with. I'm afraid if I don't do it now, I never will.

He nods. He can't relate to her feelings on her parents do he doesn't want to dictate how she should approach it.

They arrive at the office building for Lemon & Lemon shortly after Celeste comes to keep an eye on Gemma.

The building looks exactly the same as it did the last time Ophelia saw it, many years ago.

Xander's here mostly for moral support, since Ophelia has decided she wants to speak to them alone.

Xander: If you need me, give me a shout. Or if things take a turn for the worst, I know a guy who could hook us up with some botched pufferfish nigiri.

Ophelia: Thanks, babe.

Receptionist: Do you have an appointment?

Ophelia: I don’t need one. I’m Richard and Jane's daughter.

Receptionist: Oh! You must be Ophelia. I’ve heard so much about your internship at UBrite.

Ophelia: Oh I bet you have.

Ophelia arrives at their office door and hesitates. She can't remember everything she's been scripting in her head the past few days. What if she makes a total fool of herself?

Well, they already think pretty lowly of her. Guess things can't get much worse.

Ophelia bursts into the office to find her parents talking about an upcoming case. They're elders now. They've changed so much since the last time she saw them... she doubts they've changed internally though. Guess we'll find out.

Richard: Excuse me, just what do you-

He pauses, once it finally registers with him who he’s looking at.

Richard: Ophelia?

Jane somehow doesn’t seem as shocked.

Jane: Ah, Ophelia. I didn’t know you were in town.

Ophelia: Yeah, you don’t really get to know stuff like that anymore when you disown someone. You also don’t get to lie about it to the whole city! What's this I’m hearing about me taking over the firm?

Jane: Nice to see you too, dear. We're doing great, thanks for asking.

Ophelia: No, don’t you DARE give me that passive aggressive llamashit. Have you two seriously been telling people the reason I left is because I went to law school? What, were you embarrassed to admit you threw your own child out into the streets like trash?

Jane: Don’t stand there and play victim. Your father and I gave you every opportunity to succeed and you squandered it for a silly pipe dream!

Ophelia: I know you don’t keep up on trends because that’s too close to having fun but that ‘silly pipe dream’ made me a 2-star celeb!

Ophelia: That’s right, I made it! People love my music, and that might not mean anything to you but it means the world to me! Honestly, I should thank you for kicking me out. Having your toxicity out of my life was the best thing that ever happened to me!

Jane: Here we go with the dramatics. I would have hoped you’d grow out of this by now, Ophelia. I’m SO sorry we fed and clothed you and sent you to the best schools with the best tutors. Oh, what awful parents we were!

Ophelia: You don’t get to talk to me like that anymore!

Ophelia: Nothing you did in my entire life was because you gave a rat’s ass about me. Everything you EVER did and ever do is about status. I’m sure that’s why you lied to everyone about disowning me, because deep down you KNOW it was a shitty thing to do.

Richard: You’re one to talk, young lady. I had to find out about my mother’s passing after the fact. How could you not invite us to the funeral?

Ophelia: Gran wasn’t subtle about hating you two after what you did to me. Besides, I figured you'd be too busy with work to show up!

Jane: Did you come here just to throw a tantrum, Ophelia? Unlike you, we have jobs.

Ophelia: Are you not listening? I have a job! I’m the lead singer in an up-and-coming band!

Jane: I meant we have REAL jobs that matter, darling.

Ophelia: UGH!

Ophelia: You know what? I don’t need to prove myself to you two! I have an amazing life and I’m surrounded by people I love. That’s more than you two can say! You have to lie just so people won’t know how scummy you are.

Jane: We lied for YOUR sake, but we should have known you wouldn’t be grateful.

Ophelia: Enlighten me! How does that help me in the slightest?

Jane: We figured you’d come crawling back once your little music thing inevitably blew up in your face. We were protecting you.

Ophelia: As if. You were protecting yourselves, just like you always do.

She smirks.

Ophelia: Well, I’m almost a B-Lister, so your lie is about to unravel. Since you were doing it to protect me, and surely not yourselves, you won’t be ashamed when news gets out, right?

Jane glares at her daughter.

Jane: I don’t know what we ever did to you to make you so spiteful.

Ophelia has a lot of things she could bring up. The missed birthdays. The meals she was denied because she got a B on a test. The isolation.

Ophelia: You know exactly what you did.

She thought she’d feel like the queen of the world after confronting them, but they really haven't changed.

Ophelia: I thought maybe after all this time, you two would feel a LITTLE bad for what you did to me, but I guess that just proves how little I ever mattered to you.

Richard: Of course you matter to us, that’s why we don’t want you to waste your life! You’re our daughter!

Ophelia: No! I would NEVER treat my daughter how you treated me!

Richard: You… You have a daughter?

She didn’t want to tell them but no going back now.

Ophelia: I do. Unlike you, my husband and I will support her no matter what.

Jane: You have a husband too? It wouldn't have killed you to tell us. Do you know how bad it’d look if someone brought them up and we had no idea?

The AUDACITY of these people!

Ophelia: When you disown someone, you're not entitled to updates on their life anymore. And you’re going to look EXTREMELY bad when I’m a five star celebrity and you have to explain to everyone that you lied to them.

Ophelia: You got the last word when I was a teenager, but I’m an adult now, and you know what? I’m happy. I have the life I’ve always wanted… and it’s becoming more and more clear every day a good life for me will never include you two. Have the lives you deserve.

They return to the rental shortly after. Ophelia didn't really say much to Xander. She just wanted to get back to Gemma.

Ophelia: There's my little girl. Come here. Mommy could really use a cuddle.

Her heart is heavy right now, but Gemma knows just how to make her feel better.

Ophelia: I'll love and support you no matter what, okay? You could grow up to be a damn rodeo clown for all I care. No matter what, I'm always in your corner.

Ophelia doesn't even understand how her parents could be the way they are. She only wants her daughter to be happy.

Ophelia: I'm not going to let them ruin our fun. We're going to have a good day tomorrow, aren't we? Do you want to go to the splash pad?

Gemma: A buh!

Ophelia: That's definitely a yes!

It's time for dinner. They eat a pizza while watching TV in the living room of the rental when Xander breaks the silence.

Xander: I hope you got what you needed today.

Ophelia contemplates this and smiles.

Ophelia: I think I did.

Ophelia: Seeing my parents so old and bitter… They might not have begged for forgiveness as I would have liked, but they reminded me who I don't want to become. Thank you for being here for me.

Xander: Of course, Lemon Cake. This trip can only go up from here!

Gemma's just been flopping around on the ground during this heartwarming conversation, love that for her

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #gemma #jane #richard

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missmoondalorian · 1 year ago

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Chapter Twelve - Liaison

You were dreading the conversation with Sisni. How were you going to tell her? There was no good moment. No perfect opportunity. Every time you thought was the right time to tell her, it passed as soon as it came. Tavros noticed your stress, and offered to take her to the market for a few hours, give you time to think. Caspian was occupied with readying the ship with Drinian's help, so you didn't see much of him that day. Honestly it was probably for the best, since every time you saw him that morning the image of him on his knees, his black eyes paralyzing you flashed across your mind, flustering you and making you clumsy. You decided to take a walk up to the forest.

It had been a while since you went up this way. You used to picnic in these woods with your parents. The river that ran down towards the village, the boulders that acted as a bridge across it, the clearing where you used to play, each had their own fond memories attached to them. You found a quiet spot among the trees, next to a small pond, and sat, enjoying the peace. When is the next time you will be able to hear this? The loudest silence. You took a deep breath in, smelling the fresh eucalyptus, the moss, the bark... "you'll be back" you told yourself. In no time.

You stood up and thought hard. "Ok." you said aloud to yourself. "How to begin?" You began to pace, and spoke out loud.

"Sis.. I'm going away..." No... too blunt.

"Sis. You like Tavros right? Well now you get to live with him! Bye!" Definitely not.

"Guess who's got two thumbs and is going to Calormen? This girl!" Yea right...

"Sis... I'm about to break your heart and make you feel abandoned." Well at least that one was honest...

"I thought the point was to not upset her?" A voice laughed from behind you. You jumped.

"FUCK. CASPIAN! Don't DO that!"

He laughed.

"How did you even know where I was?"

"The men told me you took a walk, someone saw you come up here."

"Yea but... how did you find me in here?"

"I tracked you? It wasn't difficult. Plus you're pretty much yelling to the wind."

"Great, now he tracks me... like an animal."

"Would you prefer I hunted you?" He teased.

"Today, yes, actually."

"Well...your head would make a pretty trophy on my wall..."

"Ha. Ha. "

"In all seriousness, what are you doing out here alone?"

"I can't figure out what to say to Sis. Nothing sounds right, and shes going to think I'm abandoning her."

He placed his hand on your shoulder, and looked down into your eyes. "She will understand. Speak from your heart. Speak the truth. I'm sure she will even be excited for you."

You looked up at him and immediately felt a sense of calm. He has a way about him that diffuses you. Whatever was just causing the end of the world suddenly seems like no big deal.

"How is the ship looking?" You changed the subject.

"Almost there." He picked up a few small stones, and skipped one across the pond. Two skips.

"What else do you need to do?"

"Well. The deck needs a new coat of lacquer, and we have to convert the storage room into living quarters." Three skips this time.

"Oh right. You need a place to sleep."

Four skips. He paused and looked confused at you. "I'll sleep below deck with the crew, the quarters are for you."

"Oh." You blushed. "Don't you need them? For...King things?"

He laughed. "King things? Like what?" Three skips.

"I dunno... writing laws, signing papers..?"

"Is that what you think I do all day?" he laughed again.

"Do I look like I know what a king does?" You laughed with him.

"You will be much more comfortable having a room of your own. And I will feel better knowing you are safely tucked away."

"Like a hunting trophy?" You teased.

He chuckled. "Yes. My little trophy."

You walked back into town together, once again, being stopped every few steps by someone wanting a word with the King.

"You know, we will have to start introducing you as my liaison with Calormen sooner or later."

"It still feels unreal." You shook your head.

He stopped and looked up at the sky. "Can I show you something?" He asked.

You nodded and he led you towards the docks.

The smell of the sea air was comforting to you. The sound of screeching seagulls and the crest of the waves crashing on the pillars of the dock were what lulled you to sleep every night. You and your father used to come and sit at the edge of the pier and fish, just for fun. You rarely caught anything but that wasn't the point. That is, before it was dangerous to go near the water. Before the Darkness.

You followed him toward where the Dawn Treader was docked. The setting sun reflecting off the golden ship. You hadn't been this close to it before. It was MASSIVE. It stood taller than any tree on the island. The waves lapped up against the hull and you could hear it creaking as the waves rocked it back and forth. As it bobbed the serpent's head moved up and down, as if it was alive.

Caspian motioned towards the Dawn Treader "Do you want to go aboard?"

"Can I ?"

"Of course."

You walked up the gangplank and stood on the deck of the ship. The fishing boats you had been on might as well have been children's toys compared to this. You looked across the deck, trying to take note of every detail.

To your left was the back of the ship. The base of a pair of curving staircases framed an ornate doorway, with two stained glass doors. Your eyes followed the stairs upwards to the second deck balcony, where another set of wooden doors with glass windows were closed. At the top of the stairs was the third deck, where the helm stood watch over the rest of the ship.

To your right, the front of the ship, another narrow stairway climbed up to a second platform, then continued up the serpents neck, exiting right before the top of the head. At the base of the stairs was a doorway, with stairs going downward.

Directly in front of you was the mast, with the gorgeous purple sail tied up. At the top sat the crows nest.

Caspian stood with his arms folded across his chest. The wind blew through his hair. This ship suited him.

"This is the Dawn Treader." he said proudly, spreading his arm out in front of him. "What do you think?"

"She's beautiful.' you gushed.

"Isn't she though?" He smiled. "Would you like a tour ?"

"YES"

He laughed and motioned to his right and you both walked towards the front of the ship. You ran your hand along the smooth railing on the bow. He stopped next to the bottom of the stairs, and pointed downward.

"Down there is the crews quarters, and the cargo hold." He motioned upward.

"Up the stairs is the upper deck. Up or down?" He asked.

"Hmm...Up." You decided.

"Alright then, watch your step, after you," He gave a little bow.

You climbed up the stairs, which were rather steep, and emerged on the second deck. Caspian came up behind you.

"This view was incredible." You said out loud to yourself.

"This is nothing." He smiled, and pointed upward to the crows nest. "Just wait until you get up there."

"Noooo thank you." You shook your head.

He laughed. "What, are you afraid of heights?"

"It's not the height so much as the fall..." your eyes traveled from the crows nest to the water below.

"I would never let you fall. I already saved you once, did I not?"

You blushed and smiled. "I suppose you did."

"Come," he held his hand out to you. "Up here."

He stood by the next set of stairs leading up the serpents neck. They were more steep and narrow than the ones leading up to the deck.

"I don't know if I can fit up there..." you said hesitantly.

"Sure you can. I'll be right behind you."

You took his hand, and allowed him to help you up the first few steps.

"Go on." He urged.

You climbed, and it was nerve wrecking. But every time you stopped and hesitated, he would put his hands on your waist to assure you he was there.

At the top of the stairs there was a small opening at the base of the serpents head, and exited out it's mouth.

"There is NO way I'm going to get in there" You turned your head back down to him.

He laughed. "It's alright, look up."

You did, and your breath caught in your chest.

The sun was setting on the horizon, casting long rays of orange, red, and purple all across the sky. Above the colors the stars were beginning to appear. The water was calm, and reflecting the sky perfectly. Forming an endless spectrum of light.

"Wow..." you gasped.

"Here," he said, and turned his back to you, "place your hands on my shoulders so you can turn and watch."

You did as he suggested, turning around on the stairs, so your back was to the opening in the serpents head. He leaned his back up against your stomach, so you wouldn't lose your balance. You placed your hands on his shoulders for extra security. And like that, you both watched the sun until it completely disappeared off the edge of the world.

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zawazawanightmares · 1 year ago

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Yang Xiao Long & Niki

You, Yang Xiao Long, are connected to Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP) Your partner selected the 18+ server. Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it.

Yang Xiao Long: /starter

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): 34 DD cup, wide hips, bubble butt https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/783759403026874388/797887768201134090/1957487964e93ca5f387ae3d8292ae59.jpg Kinks (optional): Casual nudity, Exhibitionism, Excessive cum, tribalism, outercourse, aftercare, spanking, choking (Hard)Limits: rape, gore, vore, degradation, humiliation, toilet play, hyper, shota, underage, musk Starter(optionally): Niki took the opportunity of a nice summer day to bathe in the warm eat her of the nearby lake. Her naked figure sits near the shore of the water while her water coated dark skin glistens under the sun, her almond coloured nipples hard from the passing breeze while she hums to herself as she bathes, her curvy body's lower half hidden under the water leaving off only her supple waist

Yang Xiao Long: "Ugh, finally..." A heat-exhausted Yang came upon the lake after spending a few hours trekking under the blistering sun, almost ready to pass out. She paused when she spotted the partially submerged satyr bathing. "Hey! You don't mind company, do you? I'm just trying not to die."

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): "hmm?" the satyress turns to look at her guest, unconcerned by her own nudity "Oh! please, I know how hard it can get traveling in the summer. Feel free to cool off" she says with a soft tone and a warm smile, her dimples accentuated by the beauty mark on her cheek

Yang Xiao Long: Oh, she's a cutie...but there are more pressing matters to attend to. Yang thought as she stripped down, revealing her built form underneath her clothes, and removing her prosthetic arm to get into the lake. Besides, two incredibly hot ladies can be professional about beating the heat together. She walked into the cooling water, slowly feeling revitalized.

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): Niki can't help herself but to watch the young lady undress, her eyes lingering on her chisel figure. They shift between her bust and bottom until the blonde would take her first step into the water. Niki leans on her back and strokes slowly towards her "The water is amazing isn't it?" she asks looking up at her, her large breasts floating above the water

Yang Xiao Long: "Yeah...better than I expected." Yang looked upon Niki's massive chest, her eyes lingering for a long while before she tried to remember her manners. "Oh, I didn't even introduce myself before I...introduced myself. My name is Yang."

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): Niki could tell where Yang was looking, not that she was complaining about it, she herself has a great view from where she is now. "Niki, nice to meet ya Yang" she says as she stands up facing her "So, I take that you had a long road Yang?"

Yang Xiao Long: "Yup. Got sent here on an assignment and got lost when the evac spot told me I had to meet them in a different spot." She sighed, her hand on her hip. "It was just annoying at first but when the sun got high up, I thought I was a goner. Good thing I found this lake...and the good company."

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): "You're fun to hang around too." she says with a smile "Say, how about you lay back for a while? I could guide you around when it's cooler at the sunset"

Yang Xiao Long: "Really? I'd appreciate it!" She smiled warmly. "I honestly can't thank you enough."

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): "aww shucks, you don't have to thank me, you look like you need to relax a little " she says, although her minds wonders about a certain way how the pretty blonde could repay her. Her body gives her intentions away as her tail begins to wag and eyes drift lower every now and then

Yang Xiao Long: "I mean, I don't want to come off as ungrateful..." Yang smirked, her hand reaching out to touch Niki's chest and slowly trail down...

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): "is that so?" Niki can't help herself but grin when Yang began to touch her, goosebumps growing on her skin while she's being caressed "In that case I know a fun way to repay me that I think we'll both enjoy" she giggles and leans closer. Niki bites her lip and reaches a hand over to squeeze Yang's breast gently, teasing her nipple with her thumb. Her other hand reaches over to caress her hip and thigh, massaging her way to her ass

Yang Xiao Long: "I mean, if you don't mind a fair trade..." Yang joked as she leaned in closer, her nipples stiffening from the contact. Now pressed against Niki, she pressed her lips to hers, her hand softly rubbing the satyr's submerged pussy.

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): Niki returns the kiss with much passion, moaning softly as she nips at Yang's lips. She shudders from her touch and in return she slides her leg between hers, grinding her hip gently against her pussy while she toys around with her nipple, rubbing and tugging on it gently

Yang Xiao Long: Yang felt herself getting hot in a different way now, her tongue pushing its way into Niki's mouth as it proceeded to tangle with hers, her fingers slowly sliding into the satyr's pussy as she felt her own practically pulse against Niki's fur.

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): Niki eagerly sucks on her tongue while she begins to moan loude grinding her hips against her hand. She releases Yang's breast and leans closers, their breasts grinding against each other while her leg moves with the same eagerness as Yang's fingers

Yang Xiao Long: Yang's kiss got rougher and more passionate, moaning into Niki's mouth as she rubbed her nipples against hers. Her fingers darted in and out of Niki's slit as she felt herself getting close...

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): Niki runs a hand trough her blonde mane as her breath grows heavier. She smacks her ass with the other hand and gives it a squeeze as she lets her tongue to coil and dance around Yang's. She could feel her new friend growing close and begins to rub her more aggressively, her own pussy squeezing around the blondes fingers

Yang Xiao Long: Yang broke the kiss to let out a raspy, "Fuck..." as she came against the satyr's thigh, continuing to finger her as she felt Niki's nails dig into her asscheek, clearly enjoying the sensation.

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): Niki buries her face into Yang's neck panting and moaning into her ear "yeah...that's it....just a lih-little more" she whines and bites her lip while she feels herself getting close, her hips moving in tandem with her hand

Yang Xiao Long: "I'll give you as much as you can take..." Yang kept going, her fingers pushing themselves in and out of her. "Hey, mind clutching my throat a little? It's fine if it's too weird..."

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): Niki complied with her request, her hand quickly wrapping around Yang's throat, squeezing on it a little until she could feel the air passing trough and fro. She continues to ride her fingers for a couple more minutes until she found herself screaming in pleasure, her hand tightening around Yang's throat instinctively when she found herself squirting in the water

Yang Xiao Long: Yang let out a choked gasp, groaning in delight when she felt Niki practically strangle her as her pussy clenched around her fingers. "Oh fuck..."

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): Her grip slowly loosens up while she catches her breath, hand shifting over to hold the blonde close while she basks in the afterglow of her orgasm "mmm~....that was a really good hand work from your part Yang" she mutters with a raspy voice

Yang Xiao Long: "You should see what my better one does." Yang bragged before leaning in close to Niki's ear. "It vibrates."

Niki (F, bi, Satyr, opt futa, Fantasy SRP): Niki giggles in return, a wide smile growing on her face "You don't say. I have a few tricks under my sleeve too, depending on her much you're into experimenting" she let's go of her and take half a step back regaining some of the vigour

Yang Xiao Long: "Then I guess my guide has a few more paths to show me..." Yang flipped her hair, moving in on her new friend...

Yang Xiao Long: (Thanks!)

You left the chat

#yang xiao long #rwby #srp

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harpagornis · 2 years ago

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Binging

Garret Reid checked his phone one final time.

Yes, that was the right café.

He opened the door and scanned the premises. It wasn’t long until he spotted Stefan. The possum still hadn’t noticed the wolf, wiping his brow after what Garret assumed was fatigue after an intense work day, so the canine took the opportunity to pick a table quietly.

He looked aside nonchalantly, but a very small gasp indicated that Stefan noticed him. Footsteps followed.

“Good afternoon, client I’ve never met before” Stefan said, and Garret could pratically imagine the cheeky smile on his lips.

The wolf turned and his good eye met the two good ones of the person he cared most. He was indeed smiling, but there were so many more emotions behind those chocolate puddles he called irises: longing, relief, affection beyond the pale.

“Good afternoon, barista” Garret winked, “I’ll have a vanilla latte. And your number.”

“Oh, mister, I’m afraid I’m already engaged. Long distance, but still faithful.”

Garret snorted.

“I sure would hope so.”

Discretly, their lips met. It was a small mutual peck, but both poured as much love and affection as they could into each other’s lips. It’d been three months since they last kissed, and the longing was as physical as the flesh and bone in their snouts.

Soon after, Stefan returned with Garret’s latte. The wolf watched his boyfriend attend other people, before his shift ended.

***

Garret opened another door, this time to Stefan’s apartment.

The two were frenching passionately, hugging frantically, so both the opening and closing of the door felt like earthquakes. Neither said anything coherently, breathing and gasping between kisses, two beings desperately wanting to become one. Finally, they broke their kissing frenzy enough to just gaze into each other wordlessly.

And Stefan’s stomach grunmbled.

“Busy day, uh?” Garret said.

“I cooked us some goulash yesterday” Stefan said, “Let me just heat it up.”

As he walked towards the kitchen he took off his jacket, revealing a rather simple white wifebeater. He wiggled his butt, winking at Garret.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

In response, Garret dropped all clothes aside from his own simpleblack shirt and underwear.

***

“How could she? She’s only human.”

“Damn, what a finale!” Stefan said.

Both were sitting on the couch, plates on their crouch as they ate while binging Inside Job.

“Such a great series” Stefan said, “Such a shame they cancelled it.”

“How do you think the series would end if it wasn’t cancelled?” Garret asked.

“Honestly I have no idea. They have all the conspiracy classics, but they play with them so it’s pretty hard to predict.”

Garret eye Stefan’s laptop, a file open with notes as if this was a college course.

“Wanna watch something else?” Garret suggested.

“Well, there’s this new show replacing all the cancellations at HBO Max” Stefan said, grabbing the remote, “Wanna give it a shot? It also has mysteries allegedly.”

“That’s your thing, not mine” Garret said, sticking out his tongue playfully.

“Nah, I know you get intringued easily too” Stefan said, putting his plate aside and pecking Garret’s cheek.

Cuddling together, they changed the channel.

***

“Oh no, I hallucinate because I have daddy issues. Gross!”

“And that’s enough of that!” Stefan said, shutting the tv down.

“God that was awful” Garret said.

“And they couldn’t even keep the mystery, every episode was a filler with teenage drama” Stefan said.

He laid on Garret’s side, white and black shirts clashing.

“Can’t believe Infinity Train and Pantheon were gutted and this shit got two seasons” Stefan pouted.

“Eh, the fans will bring those back love” Garret said, nuzzling Stefan’s head.

“Hope so. I miss those shows already.”

“More than you missed me?”

Stefan paused for a moment, then smirked.

“Yes.”

“Bitch” Garret replied.

“You’d love to make me your bitch, wouldn’t you stud?”

The two kissed, and the shirts fell on the floor.

***

Garret rested his head on Stefan’s naked chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was a sound he missed every day since they last laid together, on his flat in Edinburgh.

“I love you” he muttered.

“Love you too, babe” Stefan said, his paw caressing Garret’s hair.

“It’s been too damn long” Garret said, “Wish we could live together.”

“We blew all our money in the Sylvia” Stefan sighed, “And for nothing, it seems.”

Garret raised his head, staring at Stefan’s eyes. The opossum smiled back, but there was a clear sadness in his gaze, and the wolf wondered if he should tread carefully.

“How you’re holding up?”

Stefan sniffed.

“He’d be proud of us” he replied, “Well, maybe going ‘I told you so’ after we watched Velma.”

Garret laughed, and Stefan laughed too. But it died quietly.

“I don’t want you to leave” Stefan said, sniffing a bit, “I’m saving up for a visa, so we can be together.”

“Nah, I should be the one coming here” Garret said, “Scotland has it’s charm, but I could use a change of pace.”

“Y-you’d stay here with me?”

“Yeah, just gotta find a sparky job and we’re good to go.”

Stefan kissed Garret, and the two laid together, embracing until sleep overtook them.

#fanfic #fanfiction #polar night #furry #gay #romance

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skvatnavle · 2 years ago

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Anything For You

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x reader

Warnings: Oh, lawdy. Where do I begin? mentions of alcohol, kissing, fluff, SMUT! oral (f and m receiving), fingering, slightly dom!Bob, unprotected sex, rough sex, breeding kink, cream pie and... I think that's it?

Notes: Shout out to @green-socks and @maggiescarborough for looking this over. It was a huge help 💜

And thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer for lending me her dividers 💜

And thanks to @serpentssss for the amazing ask 💕

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You’d been with Bob for a little over two years and despite him being away for some of that time, it had been the best years of your life. You could honestly say you’ve never loved anyone like you love Bob and you knew he felt the same. He never missed an opportunity to tell you that, and everything was easy with him. Like it was meant to be.

So when he one day asked if you wanted to move in with him, you said yes even before he finished his sentence. And that’s how you found yourself here in the middle of your housewarming party. Bob had invited some of his Top Gun buddies and you had invited the friends you knew would fly here. Already feeling like a navy wife, you had to move away from home for Bob, but you didn’t mind, you’d follow him anywhere.

The night had been full of drinks, karaoke (where Rooster had laid claim on the mic) and lots of dancing. Bob would often find you and give you sweet kisses, before returning to his buddies. But he always kept you close, smiling every time you caught his eye. He was happier than you’d ever seen him before. And so were you.

Later you escape the warmth of the living room, joining Laila in the cool night air out on the terrace. Sipping on your drinks, you catch up on everything that has happened with her since you moved away. But it doesn’t take long before she turns her attention back to you.

“Tell me everything. How are things with you and Bob?”

“Everything is good. I’m seriously on cloud nine. I’m so happy.” You pause, smiling wide from ear to ear. “Bob is amazing. The sweetest and most caring guy I’ve ever met. I love him so much.”

“But…?”

You look up, only to find her leaning forward with a raised eyebrow. Fidgeting with the label on your bottle, you just shrug and try to seem indifferent, when you look back into her eyes.

“No buts. Everything is great.”

She just gives you a knowing look, coaxing you to tell more. Damn, she knows you too well and could always spot if there was anything remotely wrong. You really shouldn’t say anything, because it really wasn’t a problem, was it?

“Well, I… Okay, it’s… No, I can’t say that.”

“Come on, sweetie. What is it?”

You almost feel ashamed that you’ve made it seem like there’s a problem. Especially since you should have just talked to Bob about it instead. But he is so sweet and you’re afraid he won’t understand.

“Okay. It’s… sexual. But before I tell you, I’ll let you know that the sex is great, just so you don’t get any ideas.”

She just nods, ready to listen. You sigh heavily, before turning towards her.

“Okay, so… The problem is that--- Maybe he’s too nice?” you pause, cringing at the way you sound. “Sometimes I just wish he could be a little rougher. Be a little more dominating, take charge. He is so sweet and always makes sure I’m satisfied, but I wish that he just once took charge and… Hell, he doesn’t even have to make me come if he could just grab me by the throat or something. Just once.”

She just nods, knowing exactly what you mean. Your ex was the polar opposite of Bob personality wise, but the sex had been mind-blowing. You love that Bob is a lover, but sometimes you wish he could just be rougher with you.

Feeling silly over the whole thing, you quickly tell Laila not to say anything and keep quiet. Bob doesn’t need to know about this, cause really, you are happy and would hate if he got hurt over this. Laila gets up and holds out her hand.

“Wanna come back inside with me?”

“In a few. It’s hot as hell in there.”

You give her hand a little squeeze, before she walks to the door. When she steps over the threshold, she almost bumps into Bob. Wide eyed and fidgeting with the little straw in his cup, Laila has no doubt that Bob heard every word.

A few hours later, the guests are gone and you’re standing in the mess they left. You loved them all, but man, they were messy. Looking towards the bedroom, you see the soft light seeping out between the door and the frame. Bob had already gone to bed as the last guest left. He had seemed a bit off the last couple of hours, but maybe Hangman had just forced him to do a shot. That always seemed to make him go under faster.

But to your surprise, Bob isn’t in the bed when you enter the bedroom. Sitting in the chair in the corner, he looks to the glass in his hand, the liquor swirling around softly. When you call his name, he doesn’t look up, just downs the shot, before putting the glass down next to a bottle of whiskey on the table. It’s not until then his eyes meet yours followed by a dark expression on his face.

“Bob? What's wrong?”

Pushing off the armrests, he stands and slowly makes his way over to you, his gaze intense. As he stops mere inches from you, he reaches up and cups your jaw, his thumb gently caressing the soft flesh of your cheek.

“Do you love me?”

Taken aback by his words, not knowing why he would ever ask you that question like this, it takes you a few seconds to answer.

“Of course. You know I love you more than anything. Bob, wh-”

“Quiet.”

It’s not a request, but a straight up order. So you stop, hating how your body is reacting. You should be worried, wondering why Bob is acting weird, but the only thing on your mind is how his words and actions make your body quiver.

“Get on your knees.”

“But Bob, what’s-”

“Get. On. Your. Knees. That’s an order.”

The heat is already pooling between your thighs as you slowly kneel in front of him. He hasn’t even touched you yet, but you can already feel how soaked you are. His thumb moves over your lower lip, and you feel his finger trembling slightly.

“You know what I want you to do.”

Trembling at his words, you fumble with his belt, before slowly pulling down the zipper. Letting his pants fall to the ground, you see how his hard cock is, already straining against the fabric of his underwear. You hook your fingertips in the elastic of his boxer briefs and pull a little, looking up into his eyes. Bob is already breathing hard with anticipation, so you pull the briefs down and free his aching cock.

Your mouth is watering at the sight, wanting to suck him so bad, but you already know from his tone that Bob is calling the shots tonight, and you’re not going to risk having this whole thing stopped for doing anything before he tells you to.

“Like what you see, baby?” he pauses, almost sounding nervous, “Be a good girl and… suck my cock.”

You want to start off slow, tease him a little at first, but you can’t help yourself. You surge forward and lap at his cock, licking up his length before taking him into your mouth.

You’re savoring the slow drag of his dick against your lips, saliva building up in the back of your mouth as you try to take more of it. You moan, deep and low in your throat, Bob’s dick muffling the sound. You moan out loud, and Bob does too. You could cry at how good this feels, wordlessly appreciating how perfect Bob’s cock feels against your tongue.

“So good for me. S-so good for me.”

Bob groans above you, his hand tightening in your hair even more, tipping over the edge of being painful. You whimper at the sensation, but you feel your pussy throb, too. You’re not one to shy away from a little pain with your pleasure.

Breaking away for air, you wrap your hand around him, before taking Bob in your mouth again, short bobs of your head, taking only half of his cock. You hollow out your cheeks and suck hard. He calls your name from above you and thrusts forward, nearly gagging you in the process. You get the hint to take as much of Bob as you can, closing the space between your hand and your lips as your throat loosens.

Bob startles you when he tugs your hair and drags you off his cock. He pulls you back so that you’re looking up at him. You let out a whimper at the sudden loss of contact, but the sight before you is a reward in itself. Bob, your gorgeous, sweet Bob, looks completely wrecked already, beautiful blue eyes blown wide and gazing down on you. Dirty blonde hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead.

Panting heavily, he looks into your eyes and wets his lips, before loosening the grip on your hair, but still holding you in place, mere inches from his aching cock.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

Nodding, you give him a soft yes, never breaking eye contact. His free hand runs through his damp locks as he swallows hard.

“I would do anything for you.”

The words hang in the air, the weight of them heavy. Anything for you. It suddenly hits you. He heard you and Laila talking, that’s why he’s doing this, pushing himself out of his comfort zone. He’s doing it for you. The realization makes your heart beat faster and without thinking, you get up and kiss him deeply. You savor the feeling of his lips against yours, positive you’ll never get tired of the softness of them. Bob lets out a small sigh and puts his hands behind your head to pull you closer. His mouth opens a little and he’s licking at your bottom lip, with a hint of teeth. You taste the whiskey on him, your tongue dancing over his.

Bob tugs at your hair again, pulling you away. His lips are already swollen and spit-slick, tempting you to kiss him again. But he holds you in place, as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I’m not done yet. Take your clothes off.”

Without question, you follow his order and start stripping down for him. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you slowly expose more skin. It’s funny. You’ve been naked countless times with Bob, but for the first time you truly feel naked, exposed. Once done, you stand there as his eyes roam your form, his eyes dark with lust.

“Get on the bed.”

Eyes never leaving his, you lay down on the bed. He walks up to you, his warm palms slowly running up your legs towards your wet core. You ache for him, dying for him to touch you, but he barely brushes past the small patch of curls before moving his hands down your thighs again.

Slowly, he pushes your legs apart, spreading you open for him. Wetting his lips, he dives down between your legs and places a soft kiss on your mound, making you moan his name. He licks up your slit, tasting how needy you are for him, flicking his tongue at your clit.

“Fuck, Bob!”

He licks again, painfully slow, teasing you. When you whimper beneath him, he gives in and places his mouth on your clit and starts sucking. Looking down, you see him smirking against your folds.

Bob takes his time, licking, sucking and biting lightly at your clit. You buck against him, needing more, but he moves his hands to your hips, to keep you still. You are trashing under him, trying to get him to speed up, and you can see he’s loving the power he has over you.

“Lay still, sweetheart. Or I’ll stop.”

Biting your lip, you curse under your breath as you try to lay still for him. His mouth finds your core again, eating you like you were his last meal and with a final flick of his tongue, you come undone. As you cry out his name, Bob slides his fingers into you. Pumping his long digits in and out of your wet heat, he keeps you coming while working you open. Getting you ready for him.

The grip on your hip tightens, but you whimper desperately, so Bob doesn’t let go. Hoping it would bruise, hoping you’d later see the imprint of his fingers on your skin, showing that you’re his. Letting you remember what he did tonight.

You swallow, rolling against Bob again, showing how much you need him. Those beautiful eyes of his grow darker, blue irises almost entirely eclipsed by the black holes of his pupils.

You need him. Need him to kiss you until all you can taste is him. Need him inside you. Captivated you watch as he fists himself, giving his cock a few pumps. His muscles tighten with each pass of his fist, making you squirm under his gaze. If he didn’t do something soon, you were going to combust.

“Fuck me… please…”

And with that soft plea falling from your lips, Bob gives in and finally pushes into you. As he sheathes himself in you, inch by delicious inch, you moan out his name. The stretch of him burns, setting your entire body on fire. But you welcome the ache. Bob brings a hand up to gently stroke your hair. A gesture so tender, you fall apart. Caught between the mattress and the man you love. The man you never want to let go.

You close your eyes, whimpering as Bob pulls back and thrusts back into you slowly, spearing you open in the most delicious way. But it wasn’t enough. As if he heard your silent plea, he pulls out of you and both hands move to your hips to flip you over. Laying on your stomach, you feel his hands caress your thighs and ass before pulling you up, face down in the mattress and ass up in the air. He repositions himself behind you and sinks into you.

He pulls back just a little, before pushing back in with a deep groan. He does it again, painfully slow, letting you feel every inch of his cock. But soon he is rutting into you, his hand moving to your shoulder to hold you in place. His other hand grips your hip harder as he sets a punishing pace, his pelvis slapping against you with every thrust. This is unlike all the other times you’d been with Bob. This time he was possessive, needy. As if he couldn’t get you close enough.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good!”

With each snap of his hips, he sends bolts of pleasure through your entire body, and it doesn’t take much for you to come again. Clamping down on his cock, you feel his pace falter for a second as he grips onto your hips, trying to steady himself. But he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his pace soon relentless again.

His hands move up and grab you by the shoulder, pulling your back flush against his chest. One hand finds its way between your legs, skillfully playing with your clit, while the other closes around your neck. He kisses your neck, just below your ear, before he whispers through strained breath.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Thrusting hard into you, he makes you whimper, pulling the most sinful noises from you. You’re lost in the feeling of him, lost in the pleasure. Barely able to think, you can barely form a sentence.

“Y-yes… Fu-Oh, God. Please…”

Just as you feel the familiar tightening in the pit of your stomach, Bob pulls away from you. Wide eyed, you stare over your shoulder, begging for him to keep fucking you, to keep using you.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, baby. Lay down on your back.”

Eagerly you lay down, spread open for him. You don’t even care how needy you must look, how desperate. You want him to ruin you completely. He crawls between your legs and buries himself in you with one, hard trust. You whimper, already sore, but God, you want more. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“I want you to look me in the eyes when I come inside you.”

Snapping his hips, harder and faster, he keeps holding your gaze, his beautiful blue eyes gone, now completely black with lust. With each drag of his cock, he brings you closer to yet another earth shattering orgasm. His pace begins to falter again, the thrusts becoming irregular. He is so close, but he fights it.

“God, sweetheart. I-I wanna f-fill you with my cum.”

He stutters, his cock barely leaving your cunt, his thrusts shallow. Looking through heavy lids, he keeps looking into your eyes and he hits that sweet spot in you over and over. You’re so close.

“Fuck, I… I wanna p-put a baby in y-you.”

His name is all that leaves your lips like the sweetest prayer as you come, digging your nails into his shoulders. Bob buries his head in your neck, groaning as he fills you to the brim with his hot release. Thrusting a few more times, he kisses your neck softly, nipping at the tender flesh. You’re completely cock drunk, just lay there completely used with closed eyes.

Bob rolls onto his back and takes you with him, letting your head rest on his chest. Breathing still heavy, he kisses your forehead.

“I, ehm… I hope that was okay?”

Snorting, you hide your face in his chest, giggling like a schoolgirl. How he could even ask that is beyond you. You just look into his eyes, once again seeing your soft sweet Bob, and kiss him.

“That was more than okay. I guess you heard me and Laila?”

He just nods and kisses you again.

“So… This is why you drank that whiskey?”

“Yeah, I… There’s no way I could have done this without any liquor.”

You both giggle softly, before Bob gently breaks away from you. Thinking he’s going for a cloth to clean up, you’re surprised when he pushes your legs together and shoves a pillow under your butt. Cocking your eyebrow at him, you make him smile, blushing to a deep red.

“Ehm, I… I meant the baby thing.”

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