#I know it sounds ridiculous but this is exactly how some people out there sound too
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I know most of us (including me) laughed (quite a lot) on this scene because; Earl Ciel âSebastian-Kill-Them-Allâ Phantomhive of all people, is saying something like this about killing people? It sounds so fake and ridiculous right? Hypocritical, even. But I also think itâs rather empathetic of Ciel to say this in front of the Weston boys because he understands that these boys did not murder out of evil intent; it was a crime of passion, not premeditated. Iâm sure that in Cielâs eyes, these upperclassmen of his are still much more innocent than he isâand so when he speaks to them, he is speaking to ânormal peopleâ, not serial murderers. But while Ciel does not see the prefects as evil people, he doesnât infantilize them either. He does not empathize with them trying to justify their actions; because things like school values or reputation is not a worthy cause for these boys to kill someone over. At the same time Ciel may not personally care about the lives of Derrick Arden and the others, but he does not think students should turn into murderers over such menial issues.
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In comparison, when he speaks to Joker in BOC, he was unfiltered and candidâheâs speaking of something he personally believes; that deep cynicism and distrust in humanity. Unlike the Weston students, Jokerâs actions were premeditated; he planned to kidnap childrenâknowing they would be abused and turned into some sick plaything before brutally murderedâand methodically eliminated witnesses to avoid getting caught. Joker knew exactly what he was doing when he organized these crimes to sacrifice others for his familyâs lives. And yet the way Ciel spoke, he wasnât passing judgement on Joker at all; he acutely understood the despair of facing injustice with no one lending a helping hand; the desperate wish to protect oneâs family and loved ones above whatâs considered to be morally correct by society; he knows better than anyone else how hell is paved with good intentions. This too, was incredibly empathetic in a strange way that only Ciel could be. Although Joker lamented their fate as abandoned orphans living in an apathetic society, Ciel does not pity them and thus did not simply reduce them to gullible victims of their circumstances. He did not justify Jokerâs actions, and he did not justify his own actions in killing Joker and the circus crew eitherâhe was incredibly self aware and fair; equally as ruthless to other people as with himself. He understood that everyone acted in their own interests. By removing complicated principles of morality out of the equation, he is able to see things clearly and act decisively without ridiculous notions of human morality. After all, what use does he have for it when his soul is already damned anyway?
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Ciel keeps away from people and refrains from making personal attachments; and yet he is still very empathetic to each of them without even meaning to. In the flashbacks, he was also depicted to be a sensitive and kindhearted child. Despite everything he has gone through, he still retains a bit of that gentleness and sincerity from his childhood; which I think comes with being naturally emotionally intelligentâhe has an unusually acute insight on people which certainly helps his business acumen, and ironically also helps him know how to lie and act in front of other people. While Sebastian is a âmaster of understanding human desiresâ, Ciel understands the complexity and most basic nature of humanity better than anyone else; which forms both his cynicism and his own brand of empathy.
#ciel is a very complex three-dimensional character with each aspect of his personality congruently forming his strengths and flaws#cielâs strange brand of empathy and insight often catch me off-guard honestly; he is SO GOOD#just a strange; very âcielâ way of looking at the world and people#no wonder sebastian is endlessly fascinated with him#unfortunately being this intelligent was also probably what led him to see himself as a spare since childhood#earl ciel phantomhive my beloved#kuroshitsuji#black butler#ciel phantomhive#kuroshitsuji meta
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"Medusa x Perseus" Why don't you guys ship Bellerophon with Chimera? Or Heracles with the Hydra?
#greek mythology#medusa#perseus#ramblings#Yes I know that Medusa has a more humanoid appearance and human intellect compared to the other female monsters#But she is still a monster#She was supposed to have a monstruous appearance but then people made her dirty#Imagine if I would turn the Minotaur into a hot guy with horns and then ship him with Theseus AKA his own killer#I know it sounds ridiculous but this is exactly how some people out there sound too#Why can't we acknowledge that one doesnât need to be conventionally attractive in order to deserve empathy or understanding?#Or that a woman can be evil and malevolent without a tragic background story that turn all women into victims and all men into assholes?#And why do we have to come up with the most stupid pairs to ever exist?#My tags are becoming more and more distant from the post's subject but my FYP is full of this type of BS so here I am#Thanks for my (salty) Ted Talk!
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Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) - C.K.
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Synopsis. When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didnât trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.
Pairings. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, babysitter! Choso, male masturbation, voyeurism (from reader), Choso with nipple piercings and eyeliner hngh, unprotected, 69, choking, overstim, oral (male + female receiving), creampie, dirty talk, friends-to-lovers, Choso is down BAD and always has been, mentioned younger brother, swearing.Â
Word count. 9.0k
A/N. Gojo longfic next time because I miss my pretty blue-eyed princess.
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Your younger brotherâs new babysitter was hot.
With a capital h.Â
Scarily hot, in fact, that it made you wonder why the hell people stopped having babysitters past the age of 14.
Ah, Choso Kamo, the ever-elusive eldest son of the Itadoriâs from next door. You still remember the first time you met him - well, mostly.Â
The world was rocking gently at exactly 12:34AM after a night out with your old high school friends. And so were you, stumbling tipsily into your driveway, soaking up the warm summer air.Â
Fumbling with the doorbell, you fully expected your parents to still be away on that extravagant couplesâ cruise theyâd won - one that probably cost more than your tuition.
Which also meant you expected the old lady from down the street to be babysitting tonight. Still wide awake and absolutely bursting at the seams to give you a detailed rundown about the neighborhood tea - whoâs divorcing who, and her top suspects for who stole her prized garden gnome.Â
What you certainly did not expect was for that door to swing open and to find yourself face-to-face with the most ridiculously attractive man youâve ever laid eyes on. Shirtless.
Dazed, your eyes involuntarily sweep his figure from head to toe - taking in every inch of those dark, sleep-mussed locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner, all the way down to the chiseled- oh god, were those nipple piercings?
Alas, the universe isnât on your side, and you donât get to confirm, because suddenly the door slams right in your face, almost rattling off its hinges at the force. The sound echoes in your ears as you blink in disbelief at what the fuck that was. Was that real - was he real?Â
You double check the address youâve known for years - just in case - because, hell, if you were dreaming then this was a damn good one. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on something that wonât make your head spin before reaching for the door again.
But before your finger could even graze the doorbell, it cracks open once more. The same mysterious man towered before you, this time - you note, with a tinge of disappointment - wearing a snug t-shirt that still doesnât do much to hide that godly physique.Â
âNot that mâcomplaining, but whoâre you and whyâre ya in my house?â you manage to slur out, voice betraying the shiver that runs down your spine at his intense gaze. He simply leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and expression unreadable.Â
âChoso,â he drawls lightly, eyes never leaving your face. Shit, even his voice was hot.Â
You nod slowly, mind racing as you blearily try to remember just where youâd heard that name before. Some family friend? Nah, youâd know him if that was the case. An actor? God, he sure had the looks.Â
Mercifully sensing your struggle, he clears his throat, snapping you out of your drunken reverie. âNot surprised you havenât seen me around, sweetheart, but my parents live next door.â he offers, tone laced with amusement and something else you canât place. âMâbabysitting your brother for tonight.â
You almost donât hear the second part of his explanation, because it hits you like a ton of bricks - oh shit, this was Choso? Choso either-a-hallucination-or-a-vampire Kamo?Â
In all your years of having the Itadoris as your neighbors, youâd only seen fleeting glimpses of their eldest son - a flash of black hair at the window, or a sculpted, tattooed arm waving off Yuji at the doorway. And, well, you didnât know what exactly youâd anticipated. You just didnât expect him to be soâŚhot. Or stand half-naked in front of you.
God, he made you more dizzy than the alcohol.Â
âDamn,â you mutter under your breath, more to yourself than anything. Yet Choso still hears, quirking an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. âEverything alright there?â he hums, the hint of a tease in his tone. Smug bastard.
You nod your head, clutching onto the doorframe for support as you lean in closer. âMhm, perfect.â Wait- was that a blush dusting his face? Damn, this dream just keeps getting better and better.
Liquid courage coursing through you, you bat your lashes, too tipsy to even attempt a wink, âWell, Choso, let me know if ya need any help babysitting, jusâ know Iâm always down to-âÂ
And then - perhaps to save you from the embarrassment of an awful pickup line - thatâs when the universe decides to remind you of exactly how many kamikaze shots youâve downed. The world lurches beneath you. Your hands scramble for something - anything - solid.
Ah, falling down really does feel good, especially when the ground is so warm, and soft. Smelling faintly of vanilla, with a hint of sunshine.Â
And then itâs all black.Â
To match his eyes.
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The smell of vanilla still lingers in your mind as you slowly pry your eyes open, squinting against the harsh morning sunlight streaming in through your window. Groaning, you feel as though youâve been run over by a truck. Five of them, in fact.Â
Trying to will away the pounding headache, you bury yourself deeper into the snug covers ofâŚyour bedâŚthat youâve been tucked into?Â
Oh shit. Sitting up with a gasp, you hastily try to rub away the sleep from your pointedly makeup-less eyes, remnants of last night now flooding back to you with a surge of embarrassment.Â
Choso. Shirtless. Babysitting. Shirtless. But most importantly - your awful display of drunken flirting. The man appears once in a blue moon and you hit on him? Perfect. Great. Wonderful.Â
And just as youâre entertaining the idea of convincing your parents to move neighborhoods, you realize with a jolt that he mustâve been the one that carried you up here and took care of you. Even after all of that.Â
With a sigh, you rub your temples, wincing as it throbs at the laughter carrying from downstairs - one of them so decidedly Choso. Deep voice ringing in your ears, you can almost feel the lingering traces of his strong arms holding you flush against his chest, or the warm hands gently wiping off your eye shadow.
And it seems Choso had a penchant for interrupting your barely-lucid thoughts, because the door creaks open, ripping through the heavy silence in your room. Heart in your throat, you startle as Choso carefully steps into your room, a soft smile playing on his lips.
âGâmorning,â he says, voice so gentle that some small, strange part of you thinks you could listen to it forever. âFeeling any better?â
You offer him a sheepish grin, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at the memory of your drunken antics. âYeah, I think so. Thanks for... well, everything.â
Chuckling softly, his gaze softens as he steps closer, taking in your slightly-disheveled appearance. âIt was the least I could do, sweetheart. Now, câmon, your brother and I are making pancakes.âÂ
You fidget nervously under his gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious even as he turns to leave the room at your silence. Say it, you idiot. Say it.Â
âIâm sorry,â you blurt out, words tumbling out in a rush. âI didnât mean to... yâknow, act like a Victorian man seeing a womanâs ankles for the first time-âÂ
âItâs al-â
 âI swear Iâve seen ankles-â
A large hand cradling your cheek, his thick rings searingly cold against your chin as he tilts your chin up to meet his warm gaze - and those suspiciously red cheeks. âSâalright, sweetheart. I didnât mind.âÂ
And, well, if this was his way of shutting you up then by God was it effective. Because you didnât trust yourself to speak even as Choso gives you an easy smile. Even as he withdraws his hand, the air thick with something you were too hungover to overthink about.Â
Not until he turns back to the door, flashing you a teasing smile, âBesides, it was kinda cute.â
And with that, Choso steps through the door with the audacity of someone that hadnât uttered words that sent your mind reeling.Â
As the creak of the door echoes behind him, Chosoâs warm touch still sears into your skin. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach. Only one thought rings clear in your hazy, still-hungover mind - one that makes your cheeks flare: this was going to be a very interesting summer.
You just didnât realize how interesting it would be. Not until two weeks, four days, and sixteen hours after you first met Choso.Â
It starts out innocently enough, taking the early shift at your internship, volunteering to help with the chores - you find yourself subconsciously making excuses to be around him whenever heâs scheduled to babysit.
Youâve probably learned everything there is to know about the man by now - from the way he likes his eggs (sunny side up) to that time he accidentally dyed his brotherâs hair neon pink while trying out a recipe for homemade hair dye.Â
Likewise, Choso happens to be the only one who knows that you were the one that accidentally caused that flood in your dorm that required five floors and two plumbers to resolve.Â
At this point, Chosoâs at your house more often than not - where Choso is, there is you, and where you are, there is Choso. And your brotherâŚand sometimes Yuji, but semantics.
âSemanticsâ are probably why you find yourself rushing home straight from your internship, ignoring every invitation for an after-work drink - to see your brother, of course. No other reason - definitely not because of the way Choso will inevitably be there too. Or because of the way his smile makes something strange coil in your stomach. Or-
Okay, maybe you speedwalked up your driveway faster than usual a little bit because of Choso. But as youâve said - semantics.
Yet, sometimes you even think thereâs a familiar flicker of something more in those dark eyes.
âŚ
Nahhh.Â
Stepping into the yard, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the deafening sounds of splashing, a smile tugs at your lips at the awfully wholesome view that greets you.
Your brother and Yuji are locked in a fierce battle, water guns being brandished like the most seasoned warriors.
And Choso - towering over everyone else - was at the epicenter of the chaos, his laughter booming over the commotion. Shirtless. Again.Â
His bare, tattooed torso gleams in the light, muscles flexing with each movement as if sculpted by the gods themselves. Droplets of water glistening on his dark hair like diamonds in the fading light.
Traitorously, your cheeks burn as you step closer, desperately trying to rip your gaze from the milky abs peeking out and the tantalizing glint of metal winking so sinfully at you under the sun.
So he does have nipple piercings.
God, you have to get your mind out of the gutter.
As you approach, Chosoâs grin widens, a playful sparkle dancing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he scoops up a large water balloon and takes aim, launching it with frightening accuracy in your direction.
The icy water hits you before the realization, and you squeal in surprise as the balloon connects right with your chest, seeping into your shirt. Glancing down with a startled laugh, you realize a moment too late that your once-pristine white shirt is now completely see-through.Â
Heat rushes to your cheeks, but the damage has been done. Smug bastard, you think, glancing up at Choso, slightly red-faced yet wearing a sly grin as he surveys the aftermath of his well-aimed shot.
âShoulda just told me if you wanted a peak, you lecher. This shirt was expensive, yâknow.â you call out, mock-glaring at the man that stood so infuriatingly beautifully in front of you.
Choso throws his head back in a laugh that makes something tingle all the way down from your toes to your burning cheeks. âMaybe you shoulda just kept your guard up, sweetheart,âÂ
You scoff, âMaybe you should stop being a distraction then.â
His grin widens, reaching for another nearby water balloon, âSânot my fault youâre so easily distracted. No need to be a sore loser.â
âOh, itâs on now.â
âWell, well, looks like we have a new contender in the water war,â Choso remarks mischievously to the kids, gesturing towards you. Yeah, really smug bastard.
Ah, what the hell. This shirt was on sale anyway.
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Now, Choso knows youâre hot - always has.
Ever since that first day he moved in next door, when he stumbled upon you sunbathing in your backyard wearing that sinful bikini. And, well, after hours of moving boxes upon boxes of Yujiâs dumbbells, the mere sight of you was like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him.Â
But, especially now - all drenched and disheveled. Your shirt sticking to your curves like a second skin in all the ways that should be illegal - and also makes some strange part of him slightly jealous. Beaming smile directed right at him - shit, this might as well just be the final nail on his coffin. Death by you.
Amidst the chaos and confusion, you're a force to be reckoned with. Choso can barely tear his eyes off of you, breathless and victorious in pure adrenaline-fueled bravado, declaring âBeg for mercy and Iâll let you off easy, Choso.â
âKinky, but absolutely not, sweetheart.â
Clutching a particularly large water balloon, raising your hand high high high - hurtling it straight at him with an unapologetic smirk, âThen, better run for your life.â
Oh? Maybe Choso was a masochi- what was that-Â
A flash of his favorite lacy pink, your poor buttons faltering at the sheer force of your throw. Choso doesnât even feel the cold splash! square on his chest as heâs drenched icily from head to toe. Too transfixed.
Too focused on trying not to make it obvious heâs mentally calculating the chances of your shirt coming off altogetherâŚ
Eyes locked on the sliver of soft skin peeking out at him. Only registering you and the traitorous rush of heat flooding his cheeks - and his cock - as he averts his gaze, internally smacking himself for letting his thoughts wander into such dangerous territory.Â
Both thanking and cursing the gods above, Choso realizes with a pang that heâs not just screwed, heâs absolutely twisted, tangled, and tied up in knots.
So utterly screwed, in fact, that he probably needs to make a quick run to the bathroom now.
Like, right now.
Shit.Â
With a muttered excuse of a bathroom break, each step more urgent than the last, Choso canât help but wonder if the water balloon incident was some sort of cosmic punishment for his wandering thoughts. Some divine intervention from his ancestors for being such a pussy around you all these years.
And as he slams that bathroom door closed, bunches his pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, and takes his throbbing cock in his hands, Choso thinks he might just see the gates of heaven - well, at least heâll be able to give his ancestors a piece of his mind there.
With a groan, he leans against the closed door, eyes scrunching shut as he takes his swollen cock in his fist. Leaking hot precum and glistening in the dim bathroom light. He grips the base tightly, pulsing and achingly hard for you.Â
Cold rings searing against his skin, Choso wastes no time - wanting to get this over with and join you again more than anything - starting up a hasty, desperate pace up and down his length that makes his knees buckle. Tighter on the base, just teasing his furiously flushed tip. Pink. Pink to match your bra.
With you so sinfully soaked through, wearing that goddamn lacy bra out there, Choso wasnât as strong a man to possibly get you out of his mind. He canât help but imagine your sultry smile, how it would look wrapped around his cock.Â
Arm straining now, a shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his throbbing erection. âShit.â he breathes, âJ-jusâ like that, sweetheart.âÂ
Head only filled with you, and your lips and you-
He milks his base tighter - would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you choke around his cock?Â
One hand pulls in urgent, jerky little moves that have his hips bucking into his fist. The other reaches up muffle the fucked out moans leaving his swollen lips. God, it would take everything it had in him to not fuck up into your pretty lilâ mouth. Watch you cock-drunk and taking him so well.Â
Or maybeâŚ
Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Choso fights back a groan as he reaches a hand up to teasingly thumb under his slit. Delicate beads of precum dripping onto the cold tile with a deafening drip! drip! drip! Smearing at the way he rubs maddening little circles under that one spot, grazing his sensitive veins.Â
Maybe youâd be a a fucking tease - run your tongue under his pulsing head so agonizingly slow. Knowing you, youâd probably pull away as soon as he bucks his hips into your mouth. Lips swollen and glossed prettily with his precum as you whisper, âNow now, baby. If you donât act like a good boy then you wonât get to cum~â
âSh-shit, hah-â Choso thinks heâs going insane, he can practically hear your hums as you kiss along his length, tongue darting out to trace his throbbing veins so obscenely. Flicking at his sensitive head. Eyes sparkling - ready to positively devour him.Â
All for him.Â
Itâs too much.Â
âAh- Ngh, fuck.â he moans hoarsely, letting out a low, fucked-out little call of your name. âMore. Need m-more, sweetheart.âÂ
Body shuddering violently, sweat dripping from his brow, Chosoâs thighs quiver as he fucks his fist at an almost-animalistic pace. Chasing his release with reckless abandon.Â
Chosoâs heart pounds wildly in his chest as he tries - and fails - to maintain control. Raspy whines of your name escape through the crevices of his fingers, cracking ever-so-slightly in a way he knows heâd be embarrassed about if he was in a better state of mind.Â
Giving up his futile attempt, long fingers snake down below to cradle his balls in a way he knows youâd do better. Tugging and pulling at a jerky rhythm that matches his hand.Â
Some tiny, practical part of his brain hopes - prays - that you wonât call off the water fight early and come up to check on him. He knows he should hurry up, he knows heâs fucked if you ever found out. Shit, he should bake you apology cookies tomorrow.
But fuck are so you perfect for him. Voice so pretty and eyes so warm as you turn your gaze to his undeserving self. Heâd kill to see if you still look at him that way when - if - he absolutely ruins you.
Would you be able to take all of him? Would you pout adorably until he shoves his dick down your throat? Gagging as he hits the back of your throat over and over - oh how Choso would love to mess up your mascara. Heâd fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on his dick if he could.Â
âCum fâme, baby.â youâd mewl, and shit would he burn down this entire world to hear you call him that. âMm, fill me up with your cum, wanâ taste you, baby-â
âFuck,â he curses again, voice thick with need, and tight balls twitching so sensitively. âFuck...fuck fuck fuck. Mâgonna cum- shit- gonna cum, sweetheart.â
You - all see-through white shirts and lacy bras that drive him wild. Giggling with the audacity of someone who isnât making him slowly lose his sanity. You with prettily lips painted white with his seed. Cum and saliva mixing into a lewd pool on the sterile tile as you suck the soul out of him.Â
You.Â
And then heâs cumming.Â
A raw, drawled-out keen of your name and heâs spilling into his fist. Thick, hot spurts of cum that paint his palms white in a way he wishes he could do to you. And behind his closed eyes all he sees is you - you you you-
You, dragging out his orgasm so torturously, lips decorated with his seed, dribbling down to your lacy pink bra, gushing so lewdly down your ready throat. You with your eyes dazed, lips swollen and quirking up into a fucked-out smile as he does so well for you - cumming, all for you.
You, with your wide eyes and disgust on your face as you realize just what heâd been doing on this suspiciously long âbathroom breakâ.
Shit.
Body still twitching with the shockwaves of probably one of the Top 5 orgasms of his life, Choso all but collapses against the bathroom door, panting heavily, utterly spent. For a moment, he lies there, wondering if this is what heaven truly felt like.
But as the euphoria of his high ebbs away into nothing but mere tingles, a slight wave of nausea crashes over him.Â
Sighing, Choso reaches for the paper towels, ready to clean up his mess. If only you were there to milk him dry then he wouldnât have to-
âŚ
God, he was definitely baking you apology cookies tomorrow.Â
Now, when it started drizzling shortly after Choso left, you took it upon yourself to usher the kids back home and hand over his t-shirt personally like the good samaritan you are - out of the goodness of your heart, of course.Â
Not for any reason whatsoever because you were hoping to get at least one more glimpse of those sinful nipple piercings up-close.
âŚ
Okay, perhaps there was a slight ulterior motive involved.Â
Either way, what youâd expected was for a flash of silver as you handed over his drenched t-shirt. Or maybe that familiar easy smile to warm you up from the icy water.
Literally anything but to find yourself frozen outside the bathroom door, cunt dripping, and ears ringing with the muffled echoes of his pornographic groans.
At first, completely mortified, your fight or flight instinct had kicked in as you realized just what those rhythmic, fucked-out little grunts meant. Only for you to choose neither option - staying rooted to your spot with the utterance of one, simple, word - your name.
Confusion whirls in your mind almost as much as the throbbing in your cunt, knees weakening. Heart thumping louder and louder in your ears at each whine of your name. Shivers running down your spine - all the way to your wet cunt as it really sets in that this was Choso. And he was fucking his fist in your bathroom. To you.
And you didnât mind?
In fact, you find yourself leaning against the door, thighs squeezing together - mere inches away from where you imagined him slumped against it. Soft strands sticking to his forehead, cock hot and heavy, aching for release. Ragged breathing as if caught off guard by the intensity of his own pleasure. Broken whispers of your name leaving him over and over-
Really, you know you should give him your privacy. But if the white-hot ropes of pleasure running up your spine are anything to go by then, well, is it really that bad?
You have half the mind to just reach down down down - just a little release. Almost jealous of Choso-
Click!
Youâre sure you could rival Usain Bolt with the way you ran down those stairs. Cheeks flaring, his damp t-shirt still clutched tightly in your hand. Mind racing with only one thought - this little fuck wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.
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You can barely remember what transpired after your little discovery. You couldnât decide who looked more dazed - you or Yuji, who was being practically dragged out that front door as Choso exited hastily with vague mentions of baking and cookies
And in the ringing silence that followed after that front door slammed, you couldnât help the smirk that found itself onto your face. This was going to be fun.
But if thereâs anything youâve learned about Choso - itâs that even after twenty-something years on planet Earth, that man can not take a hint.
You somewhat had an inkling after the fifth time you decided to sunbathe in just a skimpy bikini at exactly when you knew heâd be watching. Well, you might not have gotten any reaction other than an extremely flushed face at the window, but at least you knew heâd have more very fun bathroom breaks.
Hell, one time you even bought ice lollies for the whole house - but especially Choso. Making sure those dark eyes followed every lick and trail of it dripping down your fingers under the scorching summer sun. Ultimately resulting in nothing more but a heavy gulp and for his ice lolly to hit the grass faster than it could even begin to melt.Â
Ugh, should you get your brother to start another water fight? That went down well last time.Â
Itâs only after another failed attempt at trying to get him alone and a few hours of deliberating whether you should ship your interrupting brother off on a cruise too that you realize you have to get out the big guns.
âThe big gunsâ being stealthily organizing a sleepover for your brother at the Itadoris, then inviting Choso over for a movie night. Simple, right? And, well, if anyone asked, you could just say the movie just so happened to be rated R.Â
It wasnât too hard to convince your brother that a sleepover with Yuji would be the best thing since sliced bread. The excitement in his voice palpable as he agreed, not suspecting a thing.
You just didnât think it would be even easier to convince Choso to come over with a simple playful text of âNetflix no chill. Haha jkâŚunless?â But then again, when has Choso not surprised you?
And that night, as your brother eagerly headed off to Yujiâs place, you couldnât help but feel a slight pang of guilt - but, hey, it was for a good cause, right?Â
Itâs a win-win either way - your brother gets to spend the night with a friend and you get to be here, so achingly close to Choso on that couch. So close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him, stealing glances at his sharp profile as the conversation flows easily about the movie playing on screen.
Shifting ever-so-slightly closer, electricity crackling between you two was palpable. You smile in anticipation, after all - you werenât lying about the movie being rated R.
Now, Choso certainly didnât come over to your house tonight expecting a wholesome rerun of Cars 2. However, he also wasnât expecting the blockbuster action movie to suddenly unfold into something so steamy.
Goddamn lecherous directors and their goddamn pervy movies.
Eyes firmly trained on the ground, instead of the actress currently fake-moaning dramatically onscreen, Choso tries to ignore the subtle shift of your hips or the way the temperature in the room has currently increased by about 10 degrees. Or the way your moans would sound a million times prettier in his ears.
Alas, Choso was not a strong man, and he especially tries to will away the blood rushing straight to his cock right now - but how could he? You were such a vision of temptation, so close and warm and close to him on the couch.
This was absolute torture.Â
âGod, this is so painfully fake. Donât you think so?â your voice rips through the deafening silence between you two, tone careful and balanced, startling Choso out of his little reverie.
His eyes flicker hastily to meet yours, and for a moment, he seems caught off guard by your sudden interruption. âOh, yeah.â voice rough with a hint of nervousness. âIâve seen better performances in middle school plays.â
You nod, the tension between you thickening as you lock eyes. âI mean, who even writes this stuff?â you continue, leaning in even closer to Choso, words positively dripping in sarcasm. âItâs like theyâve never actually had sex before.â
Choso lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he shifts subtly in his seat - but not subtly enough. Because you catch the way he desperately tries to adjust his now-uncomfortably tight pants. Success.Â
âYeah, exactly,â he clears his throat, ripping his gaze away from yours.
You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - exactly where you wanted him.Â
A sudden rush of adrenaline courses through your veins, and you lean even closer to the man. Not even a hairâs breadth between you two - you relish in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm.Â
âChoso, just a thought.â you hum casually, lips mere inches from his ear. âWanna recreate the scene better?â
His breath hitches at your words, muscles rippling so deliciously beneath your touch. âDo you know what youâre saying?â he rumbles, lowly. Eyes darkened and unreadable.
You smile, heart pounding against your chest as your lips brush against his earlobe. âAbsolutely.â
It was like something snapped.
Because then heâs kissing you. And youâre kissing him. Because goddammit you havenât spent the last month sneaking glances at those pretty lips for nothing.
Movie completely forgotten, Choso is warm under your touch - all sculpted chest and urgent pulses as his lips kiss you dizzyingly. Groaning lowly as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.
He breathes you in with an infectious desperation that bleeds into his hands, wandering every inch of your skin - as if he didnât have enough time. And he probably didnât. Distantly, Choso thinks that no time in the world would be enough to absolutely fucking wreck you the way he wanted to.
Large, hurried hands grope your chest, squeezing so teasingly in a way that almost made you think he was trying to feel out what bra you were wearing - lacy pink. His favorite, of course.
You minx.
Urgently tugging the hem of your tight shirt over your arms, Choso tosses it god-knows-where. Mouth watering as he pulls away to greedily take in the heavenly view of your heaving chest - the same one heâs shamelessly fucked his fist to for too long.
God, you were perfect. With a soft, little oh! Choso leans down to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach. Nipping, and tugging lightly. Relishing in the way you whine for his lips again.
Threading a hand through his soft hair, you lightly pull him back to you. Breath fanning his face, lips ghosting over his own.
âKiss me, you fool.â
And, well, Choso didnât have to be asked twice. Molding his mouth against yours once more. Letting your lips part, you intertwine your tongue so sinfully with his. He tastes just like he looks - so intoxicatingly delicious.
With a breathy sigh, he lightly taps the curve of your ass. Hands lingering for far longer than necessary, kneading the flesh in a way that has your skin searing.Â
You get the signal. Urgently, you loop your legs around his waist. âChoso- bed.â you whisper, muffled in-between kisses. âNow.â
Shivers run down your spine at the way he chuckles darkly, âHonestly, sweetheart. I donât even hah- know if weâll make it there.â Mumbling against your lips, âWould you kill me if I take you right here right now?â
âIâll kill you if you donât fucking do something.â you hiss, words dripping in desperation. Ah, but Choso, ever the merciful man, shuts up whatever other retort on the tip of your tongue with his own. Kissing you with almost-bruising intensity as he gets up from his seat. Strong arms securely wrapped underneath you, holding you flush against his warm skin.
Choso doesnât pull away even once as he hastily makes the route to your room. And honestly, with the speed at which your back hits the soft mattress, bouncing at the sheer force at which you two fell on top, you wouldnât even be surprised if he teleported there.
Now safely in the confines of your room, you all but rip off Chosoâs snug t-shirt. Those familiar obscene nipple piercings winking at you under the dim lighting in greeting.Â
âAlways wanted to do this.â you murmur, surging forward as if on autopilot. Lips latching delicately onto the pretty pink nipples, tasting the cold metal on your tongue.Â
âOh- oh, fuck. A-always knew you had a thing hah- fâmy piercings, sweetheart.â Choso breathes out, letting you have your fun. His favorite bra now at the foot of your bed. Fingers deftly sneaking under your skirt, blood rushes straight to his cock as he feels the positively soaked state of your panties - if you could even call them that.Â
Sanity snapping, he immediately flings off your skirt. Throwing it somewhere across the room with no care or concern for where it ends up. All so he could look down at oh-
Oh god, if you had to describe Chosoâs face as he takes in the sight before him - it would be absolutely losing his sanity. Your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing - all for him.
Strings of slick trail down your thighs as Choso hooks one, long finger under your slutty g-string, tugging impatiently.
You keen as the cold air hits your dripping cunt. Yet Chosoâs eyes stay locked hungrily on the sticky fabric intertwined around his fingers âGuess you were expecting this, huh?â he murmurs, voice thick with desire.Â
Scoffing, you buck your hips up for something - anything. âIâve been wanting to fuck you since that first night I hit on you, yâknow,â you admit, the heady air of your room melting away any reservations you had previously.Â
And that seems to snap Choso out of his trance - eyes flickering over to you, darkened with something so carnal that it makes your cunt throb. âOh yeah?â he mumbles, swiftly stuffing the g-string in his pocket before leaning down, hot breath hitting your ear. âNow, what was that pick-up line you were gonna say that night?âÂ
You gasp in embarrassment, heat flooding to your cheeks at the memory. âWha- that doesnât matter. I was drunk and-â
Smack!
The delicious sting on your ass hits you before the realization that Choso smacked you. He smacked you. Even later do you realize that you like it - slick beading so obscenely at your sloppy hole.
âWhat was it, sweetheart?â
You shudder at the tone that leaves no room for argument. The words tumbling out of you as Choso caresses soothingly over the handprint on your ass. âI- itâs stupid. I was gonna say that Iâm down to sit on your face, baby.â
âThought so,â he grins, pulling away from the dizzying proximity. Shifting - well, more like manhandling - you to flip positions.Â
God, you could almost sink into his muscles as he lays back on your bed. Voice low and dangerous as he utters words that go straight to your dripping pussy, âNow, sit on mâface.â
And before you know it, you find yourself hastily straddling Chosoâs pretty face. Hands snaking down his milky abs, lips kissing along his tattoos, catching purposefully on his sensitive nipples.Â
Warm breath fanning your quivering cunt, he reaches up to cup your ass, nudging your needy core to his mouth. Kneading. Groping.Â
Not stopping his ministrations even when your slick oozes slowly, torturously through your swollen folds and onto his awaiting tongue. A maddening drip! drip! drip! ringing in your ears above your thundering heartbeat.
Choso groans at the mouthwatering sight above him. You - spread so shamefully open for him and clenching around nothing.Â
âLuckily for you, sweetheart, wanted you to sit on mâface ever since I saw you.â sweet juices flowing down his throat, words muffled against your throbbing lips.Â
He barely even gets the words out before heâs surging forward. Licking a long, languid stripe up your heated folds. Again. And again. Faster at the pretty moans that spill from your lips.
Pushing his tongue in between your slit, past that first, tight ring of muscle. Bullying it deeper and deeper. Chin pressing against your throbbing clit, ravaged at each movement of his face.Â
He caresses your warm walls, relishing so filthily at the way you clamp down on him in surprise. âHngh- oh shit, baby. Ah-â
Your sweet moans are music in his ears and shit - you called him âbabyâ. Itâs as if every wet dream heâs ever had has come to life as Choso dips in and out at a ruthless pace. Pulling out to tease your dripping entrance, pushing past mercilessly into your plushy walls. In and out in and out in and out-
His cock strains so painfully against his pants at the way your sloppy hole sucks his tongue in so obscenely - almost as if it hurts to part. Tongue fucking you the way he wishes he could with his cock right now.
âOh- Hah- Choso! Fuck, baby. Sâgood.â your body arches into his absolutely depraved tongue.Â
Desperate whines spilling incessantly from your mouth at the way he quirks his tongue up just right to graze that spot he knew would have you grinding down on him for more. âAh! Right there - jusâ like that!â
As if he knew exactly how to drive you wild. Exactly how to break you. You almost donât notice the mindless, shallow little thrusts of his hips into your open palm. Almost.
Eyes snapping open at the tremors, you reach a hand across his quivering thighs. All the way down towards the very obvious dark patch on his pants - right where his furiously hard tip was leaking thick, relentless precum that made your mouth water.Â
Oh, how youâd kill to taste him - see if the rest of him is as intoxicating as his mouth is.
So you do.Â
Choso was so pussy-drunk in-between your thighs that you think he barely notices the way you fumble with his belt. Shakily pulling those pants down just enough to glimpse the rock-hard erection that those boxers do nothing to hide.Â
âShit,â you whisper, voice strained with need.Â
You always imagined Choso had a big cock - but this was ridiculous. Your pussy clenches in both nervousness and anticipation as you imagined the delicious stretch of him splitting you apart on it. Breaking you.Â
And thatâs probably when Choso notices - you clamping down so filthily on his tongue.Â
âOh?â he rasps, voice sending white-hot vibrations of pleasure right up your spine. âDidnât think you were so desperate for my cock, sweetheart. Gonâ make me cum, hm?â
Now, youâve always thought of yourself as a woman of action rather than empty words. Which is probably why you urgently pull down his boxers. Chosoâs painfully hard erection springs out, hitting his lower abs.Â
You take a moment to admire the long, heavy cock in your hands - a deliciously pretty pink on top, furiously leaking glistening precum. Saliva pooling in your mouth - you shove it as far down your throat as you possibly could.Â
Oh, how many times in his life has Choso imagined this moment right here. In the shower, right before bed, right after waking up too. Youâre really a dream come to life.Â
A startled, strangled moan of your name leaves Chosoâs kiss-bitten lips as you take him all in one go. Only to pull back and spit once- twice on his throbbing cock. The steady stream of spit cool - followed so maddeningly by the warm heat of your mouth once more. You start up a torturous, filthy pace bobbing your head up and down on his cock.
He strains his head to catch a glimpse - even just one - of your nose pressed against his pelvis. Breathing in the heady scent at the tufts of hair at the bottom, already wet with precum and spit. His dirty girl.Â
Popping off with a lewd squelch, âFeels good, baby?â
âFeels perfect.â
But he wasnât gonna fall far behind.
Immediately attaching his lips with yours once more, Choso dives nose-deep in your dripping cunt. Rolling your throbbing clit in between his lips. Flicking his tongue along the sensitive bud in a way that makes your head feel so light. He alternates between a slow, languid torture on your clit and fucking into you unforgivingly.
Your movements stutter as you teasingly lick at his sensitive slit. The salty flavor of his precum is probably your favorite taste now. That bastard.
Reaching down, you cup his heavy balls, massaging the tender flesh in harsh, hasty circles that match your mouth down his length - up and down up and down up and-
Muffled moans and lewd squelching filling the heated room. A rhythmic, sinful cadence that both of you were losing your sanity to. Movements more frantic now. Desperate to make the other cum. Desperate to be first.
Letting out soft, raw grunts, Choso fucks up his throbbing erection into your mouth. Your eyes water as his tip abuses the back of your throat. And it makes you wish you could see how messy he looked right now. All smudged eyeliner and slick-glossed lips.Â
Gagging around him, a mixture of drool and precum drips sinfully down the corner of your mouth as you increase your pace, pooling messily on his lower abs. Sloppy - so sloppy.
So it only made sense that your orgasms were the same.Â
Pleasure dizzyingly overwhelming, you gush around Chosoâs mouth with a stifled squeal. Stars behind your eyes, vision blurring, mind blanking - the only things you register being the languid tongue lapping up at your sweet juices and the guttural groan of what sounds like your name as Choso shoots thick, hot spurts of his cum down your throat.Â
Throat burning as the salty taste fills your senses, you milk his cock for more more more- his dick pulsing and stuttering in your mouth. Cum staining the fresh sheets below - a problem for later.Â
Right now all you were focused on was riding out your high, grinding almost animalistically on Chosoâs pretty face.Â
Youâve barely removed yourself from him with a lewd pop! before Chosoâs wrestling you back onto the mattress. Two fingers squishing your cheeks into an embarrassing pout, cold rings digging into your skin. The other hand snaking in between your thighs to play with your still-twitching cunt.Â
âDidnât say we were done yet, sweetheart.â he mutters. You werenât done - no, far from it. Because fuck a refractory period - both of you were going to take all you could get.
And before you can think of anything else, Choso is leaning down, hand prying your lips apart for him into a brutal kiss. Teeth clashing, lips bruising. He forces his tongue down your throat. Tasting himself before you barely get a chance to taste him as well.Â
âHah- fuck-â you flinch as he swears into your bruised lips. âSo fuckinâ sweet. You taste so good sweetheart.â The sheer debauchery and ache of his cock too much for him.Â
Tasting him. Tasting you. Both a heady flavor that leaves you yearning for more.Â
You bite down on his bottom lip in retaliation, relishing in the drawn-out groan that rumbles into your mouth at this. The kiss is feral. Itâs animalistic. It leaves you feeling so fucking dirty.Â
And you barely recognise the dazed, predatory glint in Chosoâs eyes as he pulls away, his mind clearly miles away as he spits once. Twice. Three times on your face.
The wads of saliva and cum hit your face with a warm, wet jolt. You whine at the way it seeps into your skin, dripping down your cheeks so fucking obscenely. Pooling at the sheets below in a way that makes you feel sorry for whoever had a shift at the laundromat tomorrow.
âNow, what do we say, sweetheart?â
A fucked-out, delirious smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you realize - yeah, you wouldnât have it any other way. âThank you.â
Not even when Choso lets out a dark chuckle, throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders and manhandling you so that youâre splayed out so shamefully for him. Dripping cunt spread for his greedy gaze and clenching around nothing - aching for him. Begging for him.
Not even when he lines up his still-rock hard cock at your entrance, tip - angry and red - weeping so desperately as he nudges at your sloppy hole. Dragging his head along your folds collecting every bead of slick, just grazing your pulsing clit. Every muscle in your body trembling and anticipating what was to come.
You mewl at the stretch as he presses in - deliciously painful, boderling insane, and exactly what you wanted right now. Splitting you apart on his throbbing cock.Â
And especially not when he bottoms out inside you in one, harsh thrust. Burying himself inside your sloppy walls till his twitching balls smack against your ass.Â
âAh- hngh- oh fuckkk.â you keen in both pain and pleasure - broken, raw moans leaving you uncontrollably. But not for long, because suddenly Chosoâs shoving two ringed fingers in your mouth, bullying their way inside till youâre gagging and moaning around them.Â
Pressing right at that spot on the back of your tongue that makes your eyes tear up so prettily. Hey, if he couldnât see you choking on his cock properly, the least he could do is see you choking on his fingers, right?
âNow now, wouldnât want anyone else to hear, hm? Our brotherâs would get worried.â he chuckles. Pure, dark amusement in his eyes as he takes in your swollen lips, the teartracks down your cheeks, how utterly beautiful and debauched you look underneath him. So much better than any lust-hazed imagination of his.
And yet, even when youâre being gagged and split apart on his cock, you find it in yourself to be mouthy. Words muffled around his thick fingers as you raise a brow. âThereâs no one else home, though?.â
The corners of Chosoâs lips lift into a devilish grin, âThe neighbors, sweetheart.â
His tone is teasing, but thereâs an undercurrent of seriousness that sends a chill down your spine. Heâs just joking, right? Right?
âWha-â
And probably because he was losing his patience - and partly to shut you up - Choso begins to move.
Pushing past the resistance, beginning to fuck into you in shallow, uncontrollable movements of his hips. Just little motions to get him off, groaning at how sinfully tight you were - the way you were sucking him up so good.
Next time, Choso thinks, reaching down a hand to draw tight, little circles on your poor, abused clit - next time heâll fuck you right. Hours upon hours of teasing you so you donât know what it feels like when youâre empty without him.Â
But fuck does he think he could just about pass out right now.
Thereâs no going back now. Choso fucks you in a way that makes you feel so deliciously filthy. Plunging into your heated cunt with no restraint. Thrusts positively savage.
Pulling all the way back so that his leaking tip just barely kisses your sloppy entrance, slamming down down down, Choso fucks you at a merciless pace. Relishing the delicious stretch of your cunt as he thrusts into you with a desperation that surpasses the need for reason.Â
âSh-shit, sweetheart. God, sâtight. better than I ever couldâve imagined.â he moans breathlessly, brows furrowing, eyes rolling to the back of his head, the feeling of you milking the absolute soul out of him just too much.
âOh, yeah- wanted this for so long-â
You yelp every time he rams his cock into you, the smacking of his toned pelvis against your thighs stinging almost as deliciously as his tip kissing your cervix. The obscene slapping of skin on skin makes your cheeks burn - both pairs as his heavy balls smack against your ass each time he shoves his throbbing cock into you.
And because you canât leave him alone, of course, you find your nails digging harshly into his muscled shoulders.Â
Pulling him impossibly closer. You want more. You need more.Â
Maybe you say those words out loud - you donât even know anymore, too delirious and cock-drunk from Choso and your last orgasm and Choso - because his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, mouth falling open into a small oh. Your cunt twitches at the surprised, fucked-out little laugh that leaves him, âMore? My sweetheart wants more?â
And, as youâve come to learn with Choso - anything you want, you will get.Â
âThen fucking- take it.â he grunts lowly, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust of into your plush walls that sends both of you spiraling deeper and deeper into insanity.
And God does he make you take it. Every inch of him fills you, stretching you beyond your limits - both your cunt and your senses as he leans down to bury his head into your neck, hips moving so sloppily, hiking your leg further up his shoulder. The change in angle making you see stars.
Your hips buck up in tandem with his, uncontrollable little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. You whimper in pleasure and overstimulation into the heady room, âYes. Yes yes yes- wanâ cum. Need more. Need you-â
âFuck- Hngh-â is all he manages to gasp out, pleasure overwhelming his sensitive cock. Chosoâs balls twitch almost painfully as they keep smacking your ass. Brain still not keeping up with his body because shit, this is all heâs wanted for years, the least he could do is make you cum before him.
âSh-shit, sweetheart.â he rasps into your heated skin, âSo close- mâ so close.â
You all but sob at his words, âMâtoo- hngh- ah, mâgonna cum, baby.â
You didnât expect the petname to be what breaks him, but then again you didnât think there was anything more left to break. Because Choso groans gutturally, cock twitching inside you âShit, youâre driving mâcrazy, yâknow that?â
âI know.â you mewl, voice breaking at the way he increases his frenzied pace on your clit. You could barely even call them circles, just filthy little movements to get you closer and closer to the edge. So close. You writhe beneath him, desperate for release.
And what you didnât expect was for Choso to connect his sweaty forehead with yours. You take a second to admire just how beautiful he is - all smudged eyeliner, tousled hair, your release still shining on the lower half of his face, and yours. All yours. You could probably stare at the sight forever.
Chosoâs hot breath fans your face as he moans breathlessly against your lips, words slurring together as he ruts into you mindlessly, âAlways did, yâknow?â
âI know.â
âNo- yâdonât hah- understand, I- for so long fuck- I-â
âChoso, just kiss me.â
And then youâre kissing him. And heâs kissing you like youâre the most precious thing on Earth. A slow, tender little dance that doesnât match the way he rams his cock inside you.Â
And then youâre cumming. Stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - clamping down desperately on the harsh, jerky movements of his glistening cock that fuck you so sinfully like his little slut.Â
White-hot pleasure runs down your spine, or maybe that was Choso - painting your insides the prettiest white youâve ever seen. Shooting thick, hot ropes of his seed into your waiting pussy. A creamy ring forming around his base as he spills his cum into your snug cunt as he moans against your lips.
Itâs messy. Itâs sloppy. And as Choso fills you to the brim, hips still unforgiving, seed dribbling out of your dripping pussy at the way it was so overfilled - you think that itâs all you could ever want.Â
As his cock twitches finally, exhaustedly - and you distantly wonder how the fuck it isnât seizing up - Choso collapses onto you, thoroughly fucked-out. Finally pulling out with an obscene squelch, you hiss lowly at the pool of cum that forms beneath you. Gushing out of you sinfully.Â
A weighty silence in the air as you both try to catch your breaths.
In the haze of your orgasm you realize that even after all that transpired, he still isnât laying his full bodyweight on you.
Too afraid to break you.
To break whatever this tender little understanding in the air was.
And it makes some part of your heart clench so delightfully. Subconsciously, you thread a hand through his damp hair, breathing in that familiar smell of vanilla and sunshine - and the heady scent of something so Choso. It makes you intertwine your body so impossibly close with his, not knowing where one of you ends and the other starts.
âMy parents are coming home tomorrow.â you start, casually.Â
âMhm. But Iâll still be around here, sweetheart.â Choso rumbles into the crook of your neck. Kissing soothingly over the marks heâd made in the heat of the moment - some carnal little part of him proud of the way you looked like you were fucking thrown to a pack of wolves.Â
Words hiding a tense little fear beneath them as you probe further. Something prickly and scared rolling around in your stomach. âFor babysitting?â
âNope.â
Settling deeper into the covers, basking in the afterglow of him. You know you should get up and clean, but right now this was all you wanted. And maybe no other words were needed.Â
âGod, am I glad your parents arenât home.âÂ
Except maybe those.Â
You chuckle as you pull back to stare into those deep, dark eyes. Cheeks flaring at the tender little warmth in them much more than they had when he was fucking you so sinfully. A devious idea coming to mind - because now that you got a taste, you were absolutely hooked.
Choso Kamo was absolutely intoxicating.
âWell, we still have time so how about-â
A distant click!
âHoney, weâre home~!â
Shit.
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A/N. Fun fact this was originally supposed to be called Timeout! but it was giving too much me during beep test.
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Hey! Your writing is amazing! Iâve been checking daily for new fics lmao
I was wondering if your requests were open would you be able to write some angst with a happy ending w/ Peanut?
Perhaps a Shy!Reader who has flirty banter with Logan. Theyâre on a mission and Logan has to make a quick decision on who to save â Reader or Jean and he saves Jean without thinking. Reader ends up surviving with a few injuries but her and Loganâs relationship starts to deteriorate. Loganâs not good with verbal apologies so he does acts of service â bringing reader food/drinks etc. reader is stubborn and Logan starts to get frustrated. He eventually proves himself to reader.
Iâm sorry if this is confusing!! Iâm not creative enough to write it myself and youâre really really skilled. Love your work x
a/n: I read this request and then read them together and my brain imploded because I loved it so much, no smut in this one Summary: Logan saves Jean on a mission and it's the wake-up call you desperately needed to understand that you will never be her. You can't stand to look at him anymore and he doesn't understand why you've stopped talking to him.
âWhatâre you thinking of doing after this?â
You shrug, leaning back on the uncomfortable bench seats and looking over at Logan. âNot sure, got any plans?â
Logan smirks and you immediately know whatever heâs about to say is going to send you spiraling. âYeah, whatever youâre doing, sweetheart.â
Oh. My. God!
You know youâve got it bad when something as simple as that has you swooning. Itâs so easy to fall into this routine with him, to pretend youâre more suave than you actually are. Despite your usual tendency to fade into the background, you find it nearly impossible to do with him.Â
Where someone else might let you stay quiet and go ignored, he seeks you out. He makes you feel seen and heard. Some days you donât know if you appreciate it or despise it. You laugh a little, trying to hide just how affected by him you are. âSounds good, Lo.â
He smiles and leans back on the seat, his arm coming around the back to rest lightly over your shoulders. You can tell from the look on Stormâs face that sheâs trying not to laugh at you. You canât blame her, youâre sure your eyes have tripled in size and you look absolutely stunned.Â
Flirting isnât out of the usual for you and him. Lately, though, heâs upped the game. Touching you more than usual, spending more one-on-one time together. You can feel it all building up to something. Youâre shy, not stupid, you know when a guyâs going to ask you out.Â
But it feels like heâs dragging it out longer than necessary like heâs enjoying teasing you a little too much. âAlright,â Scott stands up and moves towards the back of the jet. âWeâre almost there, get ready.â
You, very reluctantly, pull away from Logan and get to your feet. He walks past you, briefly squeezing your hand before joining Scott by the ramp. You grin, flexing your hand by your side and trying to memorize the feeling.Â
The ramp lowers to the ground and Scott and Logan lead the way out. Youâre expecting this to be simple. Stake out the area, find some information about the people running the warehouse, and figure out what exactly it is that theyâve been doing.Â
The air is bursting with moisture. Itâs suffocating, how humid it is, how it makes the material of your suit cling to your skin. You know the rest of the team can feel it. That itâs irritating them just as much.Â
None of you want to be out here in the peak of summer, trying to be stealthy in these ridiculous costumes. Your thighs squeak every time they rub together. Itâs beyond embarrassing. You know that thatâs what has you all distracted.Â
Youâre struggling through ankle-deep mud and sweating buckets. So none of you are paying any particular attention to the area around you. Technically, you shouldnât have to, youâre still about a mile out from where you need to be.Â
You duck, hands coming up to cover your ears as Charlesâ voice screams through your mind. Itâs a trap!
Even with the warning, thereâs no time to prepare. The ground around you explodes, grass and dirt flying through the air. Logan grabs your arm, he shoves himself in front of you and takes the brunt of the bullets. Splatters of blood hits your cheeks and he runs you both behind a tree for cover.Â
The other three have all found their own cover and theyâre struggling to figure out where the shots are coming from. You spot something in the underbrush and scream, âBehind you!â
Itâs more of a warning to duck than it is to move. You throw your hands up, shoving the man away from them and sending him flying into the trunk of a tree. You swear you can hear the snap of his spine as it hits the bark.Â
You look to Jean and nod towards the small clearing of trees. âDonât,â Logan warns. But youâre already slipping out of his grip and solidifying the air in front of you. It provides enough of a cover, absorbing the bullets, and giving you all time to figure out a plan of attack.Â
Jean moves beside you, eyes narrowing on the perimeter of your cover. âThere are too many of them, more than I can count.âÂ
âHow did they know we were coming?â Scott snaps, keeping an eye on the area behind you.Â
Your arms struggle under the weight of your power. The more bullets they shoot into your cover, the harder it is to keep up. Youâre forced to absorb their energy, push it out tenfold to try and keep the blockage solidified.Â
âGuys,â you snap, âwe need a plan. I canât hold it much longer.â You grit your teeth, taking a step forward to try and push against the strain. It does nothing but make your bones ache. Logan shoots you a concerned glance, coming up behind you like he wants to take the weight off your shoulders. But thereâs nothing he can do.Â
Thereâs movement behind you, a boot snapping a twig in two. You canât risk looking back but you can hear the worry in Jeanâs voice. âTen of them-â
You can tell by the sounds of their movement that the others donât give her much of a chance to finish. Ororo, Scott, and Logan all shoot forward to deal with the threat. Ten isnât much to worry about. But that doesnât change the fact that the men in front of you havenât let up and youâre about to weep from the weight of keeping the wall up.Â
Jean stays beside you, brows furrowed in concern. She places her hand on your shoulder and closes her eyes. A second later you feel something like a cool blanket laid over you. The tension in your arms and core eases just enough for you to stop clenching your jaw so hard. Some of the strain eases away and you know sheâs sharing it with you.Â
But just as quickly as the relief was given, itâs yanked away. Jean jumps back with a gasp, âFlux, we need to move!â
âI canât,â you shout, fighting to be heard over the sound of bloodshed and gunshots going off in front of and behind you. The others are steadily moving through the people surrounding you, but their numbers are still overwhelming. âItâll all come crashing down,â you tell her.Â
She glances towards the bullets, finally spotting the way theyâre slowly, but steadily, moving through the thickened air. The second you let go youâll be riddled with holes. âShit,â she hisses. âLook, we canât stay here much longer-â
Sheâs cut off by a loud bang. Youâre so disoriented by the noise your hands drop to your sides. At the same moment, you hear wood splintering and cracking beside you. What has to be the largest tree in the forest creaks before it begins its descent down towards you both.Â
You donât what happened, or what they used, but it doesnât matter. The wall in front of you is fading. You have seconds to get out of the way of the bullets and the tree, youâre not sure either of you is going to make it.Â
âJean!â Thereâs a flash of brown hair and Jeanâs being tackled to the ground, safely out of the way of the tree and bullets. You feel something stinging against your shoulder and know the first bulletâs made its way through.Â
You also see the tree is almost over top of you. Youâve always been a fight response in flight or fight scenarios. But when thereâs nothing to fight, when you have nothing to go up against, you freeze. Itâs horrible, you know it, but thereâs nothing you can do about it.Â
Even as youâre desperately screaming at yourself to just fucking move, all you can do is watch as the tree topples down on top of you. âFlux, duck!â The words trigger something in your brain just soon enough to drop to the ground.Â
Scott releases a red beam, blasting through the tree and knocking it off course. You donât even register the smell of burning flesh as you lay in the mud. Your blood is rushing so fast in your veins, thereâs so much adrenaline pumping through you, you canât focus on anything except the sound of your heartbeat.Â
You let out a breath of relief, slowly lifting yourself up to your knees. You donât hear any more fighting and you figure whoever they hadnât taken down before, the beam took care of the rest.Â
You look down, checking yourself for any bullet holes or serious damage but you canât find anything. Something warm trickles down your shoulder, it drips across your arm and down your hand.Â
You look at the blood curiously, it seems to steady a flow from the simple bullet graze youâd had earlier. âOh my god,â Jean whispers your name and you turn around with a concerned look.Â
You want to ask her whatâs wrong but your eyes are trained on the way Loganâs arms are bracketing her. Heâs practically on top of her, only now getting up to check on you. You get it, it was a stressful situation, he acted fast.Â
But that doesnât make it any easier to swallow the lump in your throat. It doesnât ease the burn of betrayal. He saved her, not you. He chose her even though she doesnât want him. The anger youâre feeling only makes it harder to be aware of your surroundings.Â
Itâs not until Scott kneels behind you a presses a gentle hand against your back that you lurch forward with a loud cry. The pain slams down on you all at once. The wind blowing gently against your back feels like someoneâs dug razor blades in your skin and ripped.Â
Feet rush towards you, someone kneeling beside you and grabbing your shoulders. Logan forces you up and makes you look at him before his gaze turns to your back. âWhat the fuck did you do?â He practically growls, lunging towards Scott.Â
He grabs him by the collar and shoves him into the dirt. Ororo and Jean leap forward, trying unsuccessfully to rip him off. You try and keep your eyes open, try and stay focused. The pain is too much, you donât want to be awake for this anymore. Every nerve on your back feels like itâs being forcefully exposed and plucked at.Â
Your brain forces a shutdown and you slump into the mud, the world going black.Â
When you wake up, youâre on your stomach. Youâre a little dazed, not fully remembering how you got here. You try and sit up but thereâs a steady grip around your wrists stopping you. âDonât move,â Jean warns from somewhere behind you.Â
You try and look for her but you canât move much. Your head feels like it weighs a hundred pounds, stuck to the pillow beneath you. âWhat happened? Why canât I move?â
Her shoes appear in front of you and then sheâs kneeling down, a slightly worried look on her face. âWe needed to make sure you didnât roll over in your sleep.â Her brows crinkle and she frowns, âYou donât remember?â You shake your head minutely. She sighs, lifting her hand to your face and pressing her chilled fingers to your temple.Â
The images rush towards you. You see it all from her eyes. The way Logan had grabbed her and thrown her to the ground, checking over her and not once looking at you. How Scott had tried to stop the tree from breaking your spine. His beam had just barely grazed your back as you had ducked. But it was enough for there to be serious damage.Â
Through her view, you can see the way your skin had bubbled up and blistered. How horribly damaged it was. You have limited healing abilities, but it was enough to stop the nerves from being permanently damaged.Â
She lets you go and you groan, the pain slowly registering in your brain. Itâs dulled and you donât know if theyâve given you drugs or if your abilities are still working to help you. âHowâs Scott?âÂ
She chuckles and shakes her head while she undoes the restraints around your wrist. âHe feels awful. He keeps coming by to check on you.â
The thought of him sitting beside you while you were strapped down to the bed makes you feel a little bad. It wasnât his fault, heâd helped you. It was more than Logan had done for you.Â
You frown, hating yourself for being bitter. If he hadnât helped, Jean might not be here next to you. He had saved your friend. The thought didnât bring much comfort, though. âIâm not mad at him.â
Jean eases you onto your knees and slowly helps you sit up. It causes minimal pain, but itâs still uncomfortable enough to grit your teeth and dig your nails into your palms. âI know, but heâll probably be coming down here a lot to check on you.â
You almost ask her if anyone else has visited. If Logan had, but you donât think her answer would make you feel any better. âHe did,â she tells you and you click your tongue in irritation.Â
âOut of my head,â you warn. She releases you with a small grin. âI donât care,â you tell her, trying to appear nonchalant.Â
She tilts her head, eyes narrowing on you. âYes, you do. And I donât need telepathy to know.â She walks towards your IV bag, fiddling around with something on the line. âHe was here whenever he could be, practically lived beside you.â
âDonât care,â you tell her again, but thereâs less conviction this time.Â
Jean frowns and you hate how guilty she looks. Itâs not her fault heâs desperately in love with her and not you. You canât force someone to love you or choose you. And you donât want to. You want someone to love you for who you are, not because they couldnât have their first choice.Â
âDonât,â you say lowly. âDonât apologize, itâs not your fault.â
She doesnât get a chance to say anything before the door bursts open, both Logan and Scott sliding into your room. Scott lets out a relieved breath when he sees you. He breathes out your name and approaches with a guilty smile, âYouâre awake.â
âCharles told us,â Logan informs. You offer him a brief glance before diverting your attention to Scott.Â
Petty, youâre aware. But you donât want to see Logan right now. Youâd put so much effort and time into your friendship with him. It doesnât even matter if he doesnât feel the same way about you. You two are best friends, and he didnât even try to help you when you needed him the most.Â
So, you smile at Scott. You forgive him and you tell him you're fine. You chat with him and Jean while Logan just stares at you from the other side of your bed. You canât make yourself face him. You donât want to look at him, it makes you sick to your stomach.
Eventually, Scottâs guilt is slightly assuaged and he and Jean leave for the night. Logan is a heavy presence beside you, one you no longer can ignore. You shift around, pretending to fluff your pillows until he grabs your hand.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â
You look at his hand and then at him. Whatever look is on your face is enough for him to release you and back off. âGetting comfortable,â you spit out, more venom in your voice than necessary. Something clicks for him, you can see it as it happens.Â
He backs up and narrows his eyes down at you. âRight.â He frowns and sucks on his teeth, nodding his head silently. âIâll come back when youâre feeling a little better.â You donât miss the hidden dig underneath it all, the way heâs calling out youâre unusual behavior.Â
âI think thatâd be best.â
He scoffs and shakes his head, slamming the door behind him as he leaves. You jump at the noise and it makes you hiss as a twinge of pain shoots down your spine. You feel slightly guilty about the whole interaction. Then, you remember the way heâd been cradling Jean and you feel slightly vindicated.Â
Youâre sure he doesnât even give a shit. Heâs probably pouting in his room, wishing Jean was in bed beside him.Â
What the fuck?
Itâs all thatâs been playing through Loganâs head since he returned from your room in the medbay. Heâs waited days for you to wake up, so he can finally take a breath and let go of the anxiety thatâs been plaguing him.Â
Heâd thought that heâd lost you in that forest. When heâd gone for Jean, heâd assumed youâd just be able to use your powers to knock the tree out of your path. Or make it melt around you.Â
Honestly, he canât put a finger on what exactly he was thinking. But he knew that you could protect yourself and that would be your priority. So heâd moved without really thinking and grabbed the person who would be collateral damage if your powers went haywire.Â
And then you hadnât saved yourself and all he could smell was your burning flesh. The smell has been stuck in his nose since you were brought back to the mansion. He canât escape it. Everywhere he goes, he sees you burning and hears your screams.Â
Heâd thought that you were dead and there was a moment where he genuinely was so lost he could do nothing but watch as the others swarmed you. He couldnât move, couldnât help you. He could only stare at your still body and pray to anybody who could hear him that you werenât dead.Â
He didnât know what he would do if he lost you before he ever got a chance to love you.Â
Heâd, irritatingly, imagined all the different ways he would finally tell you how he felt when you woke up. Heâd prepared himself for every possible reaction, except this one. He hadnât expected you to reject him before he ever got the chance to confess.Â
Anger stews within him as he paces through his room. He knows that itâs unfair to be upset with you. Youâd gone through something horrific and there had been doubts about your recovery. Of course, youâd act off.Â
Except, you only seemed to be directing that at him. Had you been just as dismissive to Scott, the person who actually hurt you, he would have looked past it. Heâs tempted to go back down and see you again, maybe try and make you see some sense.Â
Instead, he decides to give you both some time to calm down. He doesnât want to do anything he might regret while heâs pissed off. Heâll see you tomorrow and, hopefully, youâll be back to normal.Â
Youâd thought Logan might have gotten the hint with how you behaved earlier. That was not the case. Heâs back today and you can smell the breakfast food heâs brought you. The smell is wafting deliciously from an inconspicuous brown bag.Â
But you know itâs from the restaurant thatâs twenty minutes out of his way. Youâre not petty enough that you canât appreciate the forty-minute round trip heâd taken for you, but you still arenât excited to see him.Â
âHey, sweetheart,â he smiles at you despite your clearly hostile energy. He tugs the chair towards your bed, ripping open the bag and pulling out enough food for the both of you.Â
You think it should be considered a form of manipulation to call you that while youâre pissed at him. He has such a clear effect on you. You know heâs aware of it. He knows that when he calls you something sweet like that it makes your heart race and stomach flip.Â
You turn your gaze towards your blanket. You pretend the thread pattern is the most interesting thing in the world so you donât have to look at him. Youâre sick of giving your all to men who couldnât care less about you.Â
Youâre tired of being the second, third, fourth choice. You want someone to choose you first for once. And you genuinely thought Logan would be the man to do that. But heâd chosen Jean. You should have known.Â
âAlright,â he huffs, crossing his arms and glaring at you. Youâre pissed off that heâs acting like heâs the one who was hurt. âWhat the hell is your problem? Youâve never been this mad at me before.â
Itâs his tone of voice that really grates on you. He genuinely does not understand what heâs done wrong. He doesnât even comprehend the possibility that you might be mad he left you to die. Have you really become such a doormat?
Yes, youâre shy and generally reserved with the people you meet. But he is so different. You two met and it was an instant connection that you thought was reciprocated. You hadn't realized that you'd become so complacent in the relationship he thought he could get away with something like this with no repercussions.Â
âYou left me to die,â you snap at him, voice taking a pitch it never has before. Youâve never truly gotten angry at him. Pissed off sometimes when he teased you a little too much. But youâd never plainly shown anger at him. âYou fucking left me behind and expect me to, what,â you scoff and shove the food back towards him.Â
âYou think some shitty breakfast is going to fix this?â His face contorts. It screws up into something like hurt and you worry you might have been too harsh. He doesnât know how you feel about him. He doesnât know that this would hurt you so bad.Â
But, it doesnât matter. Youâre still his friend. You should have at least warranted a little concern.Â
Just as quickly as it appeared, the hurt is washed away by his own anger. âI thought you could take care of yourself. Isnât that what youâre always bitching at us about?â
If you werenât so upset you might find it funny how quickly the two of you turned on each other. Clearly, there was something repressed between the two of you. Some brewing resentment that neither of you had ever acknowledged. The words are coming quickly now, without thought.
âFuck you, Logan,â you snap back at him. âYou didnât give a shit whether I lived or died. You only cared about your precious Jean.â You spit out her name with so much venom it stings as it leaves your tongue.Â
He laughs, getting out of his chair. He shakes his head and glares at you. His anger is always a physical thing. You know heâs pacing so he doesnât do something worse, like destroy the entirety of the room.Â
âThatâs what this is, youâre jealous? Donât blame your fucking incompetence on me.â You hate the way heâs speaking to you. Like youâre a little girl who's incapable of understanding even the most basic of concepts. He has such a patronizing look on his face, you want nothing more than to wipe it off.Â
The tables beside you tremble, the vases of flowers rattling against the wood. âIâm your friend, Logan. You could at least pretend like you cared about me.â
He leans against the end of the bed, tilting himself forward until heâs aggressively imposing your space. You shrink back against the pillows, narrowing your eyes in disdain. âDonât fucking pull that shit with me. I knew that your priority would be to save yourself and I acted accordingly. This wasnât some goddamn ploy to get into Jeanâs pants. Grow the fuck up, Flux!â
You flinch back at the volume of his voice. Unwillingly, tears pool in the corners of your eyes. Itâs an involuntary response. Sometimes you just get so enraged that you have no other way to get rid of it than to cry. Itâs infuriating to see the moment someone stops taking you seriously and starts to think youâre nothing more than a crybaby.Â
Loganâs face pales and he winces, backing away from you. âI didnât-â
âEnough,â you stop him, voice thick with unshed tears. He never calls you by your X-men name, itâs an unspoken agreement between the two of you. Thatâs a formality reserved for the other members. To each other, youâre nothing more than two people who care deeply for one another.Â
Or, you had been. Before this one moment had blown your life and your back up.Â
âI appreciate how much faith you have in my abilities, but the fact that your first instinct wasnât even to protect me says a lot.â You take in a deep breath and shake your head. âThanks for the breakfast, but can you please just leave?â
He looks like he doesnât want to. You know he doesnât want to leave. You two never fight like this. Even if there wasnât a lot said, itâs still not normal for you. Maybe that should have been your first hint that things werenât what you thought.Â
Itâs healthy to fight, to a certain extent. Sometimes it's needed. You two never have before and you know itâs just been brewing for a while, waiting to blow up. âI-â
âGet out,â you shout, and the tables beside you finally crumble under the weight of your emotions. They drip to the ground in an inorganic form of liquid wood. âShit,â you hiss, glancing over at them. You wave your hand and they return to their normal state, but it doesnât matter. You shouldnât have lost control at all.Â
The door slams and you look up to find the room empty. You sink back against your bed and run your hands over your face. You ignore the way the skin of your back screams in protest.Â
You embrace the pain, the fiery shocks running up your nerves as the bandages chafe against the wounds. You focus on that instead of how things have ended with Logan. You always had such high hopes that he might be the one you finally man up and confess to.Â
You should have known you were wrong. You should have known that it would never have ended with him picking you over her.Â
Youâre permitted to leave the medbay the next day. You donât see or hear from Logan for the following week. You canât confirm if heâs purposefully avoiding you or not but you have to believe he is. You both live in the same hall. You donât know how itâs possible to have gone this long without even catching a slight glimpse of him.Â
You force yourself to suffocate the part of you that misses him. You picture the side of yourself that longs for his presence and imagine shoving a pillow over her face. You donât want to ache and cry over someone who doesnât give two shits about you.Â
You keep reminding yourself over and over again that when things got rough he showed you his true colors. But itâs more difficult than you imagined to just completely disregard so much history with him.Â
Besides, you hadnât realized just how little you interacted with the others until Logan was out of your daily life. Itâs so difficult for you to bond with people that when youâd connected with Logan youâd latched onto him.Â
Itâs a little pathetic, honestly. Being grown and eating lunch alone because you only had one friend. You wonder if your feelings for him were genuine or born from a desperation not to be alone. You donât let yourself linger on the question for long.Â
Itâs as your training with the students that you finally see him again.Â
âHas he made much progress yet?â
Jean shakes her head and purses her lips. She watches as Billy, one of the newer students, struggles with the logs in front of him. He was a firestarter, a very inexperienced one who had only ever set his curtains on fire.Â
His powers were more focused on the mental aspect of things rather than the physical. Which is why you and Jean were in charge of helping him. He couldnât start anything on his own, he only really seemed to be able to activate the ability when he was emotionally stimulated.Â
That meant whenever he was mad or sad, or anything in between, everyone in a fifty-foot radius was in danger. He was a risk to the other students and you were both trying to be gentle with him. But youâd been working with him for so long and there was so little progress. It felt like he wasnât trying sometimes.Â
Heâd asked Rogue out a week ago and when sheâd said no, her hair had caught on fire. You know he could have been hurt and lashed out without thought or malice behind it. But youâd seen the look in his eye.Â
Youâre fifty percent sure he knows exactly what heâs doing. This little act he puts on is just to get himself out of trouble. You hadnât brought the issue to Charles yet because youâre trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.Â
âBilly,â you call out. His head whips up and he sends you a vicious glare. You canât help the sneer on your lips. âJust take a deep breath and try again. Thereâs nothing wrong with struggling, we all did.â
You put on your normal teacher voice, calm and collected. Assuring. But the little shit in front of you isnât buying it for a second. He gives you a sarcastic little grin, âRight. Sorry, I forgot youâre a fuck-up just like me.â
âBilly!â Jean snaps, taking a step forward to reprimand him. She doesnât get far before thereâs a fireball shooting out of his palms and hurtling towards the both of you.Â
Thereâs no chance to react before something slams into your side and is tossing you to the ground. Your head nearly snaps against the grass but thereâs a hand underneath your skull softening the blow.Â
You smell something smoking and look up to see a large scorch mark right where youâd just been. Jeanâs standing over it, palm outstretched as she keeps the fire subdued. She gives you a worried look, âAre you okay?â
Surprisingly, yes. You glance up to see Logan hovering over you. He backs off when he notices youâre okay, getting to his knees and offering you a hand. Wordlessly, you slip your palm into his and let him help you into a sitting position.Â
âYou alright,â his hand hovers over your shoulder like he wants to pull you closer. But he resists, backing off and waiting for your answer. You nod your head, still a little dazed from the failed assassination attempt.Â
He narrows his eyes, searching your face for any sign of head trauma. When heâs properly assured youâre okay he jumps to his feet. âBilly!â His voice booms across the courtyard and itâs the first time youâve ever seen that little asshole scared.Â
Heâs barely on his feet before Logan is stalking towards him, jerking him forward by the scruff of his neck and dragging him towards the mansion. âWe need to have a little talk,â the tone of his voice has you a little scared and youâre not even the one heâs mad at.Â
Jean walks towards you and helps you to your feet. âIs your back okay?â
âYeah,â you nod and brush your clothes off. You have to physically shake the shock of what happened off. âYeah, Iâm fine. I canât believe he did that.â
Jean scoffs and glares towards Billyâs back. Your eyes widen in shock when you see the large scorch mark across his arm. âJean! He got you, are you okay?â
She glances down at her shirt and frowns. âYeah, practically a sunburn.â She gives you a reassuring smile, âIâll be fine.â
As shitty as this sounds, youâre not concerned for her. You can only focus on the fact that she was in just as much danger as you and Logan had tackled you to the ground. You glance back towards the mansion, more fucking confused than ever.Â
Youâre not sure what compels you to follow Logan, but youâre running after him before Jean can stop you. Heâs barely got a minute headstart on you, youâre not sure why you canât find him. Youâd gone through every inch of the first floor.Â
You donât know where he would have dragged Billy, but itâs nowhere you can find. After about ten minutes of looking for him, you give up on the hope that youâre ever going to figure out whatâs happening inside his brain.Â
You let out a defeated sigh, running a hand over your face and trying to shake off the funk of the day. You canât believe that little shit tried to roast you. Youâre not comfortable with the fact that heâs just roaming around inside the mansion somewhere.Â
You turn out of the living room and nearly slam into someone. His hands shoot out, grabbing your shoulders and gently stopping you. âLogan,â you give him a strained smile. âI was looking for you.â You glance over his shoulder and frown. âWhereâs Billy?â
Logan sighs, his hands linger on your arms for a moment before he takes a step back. âWheels got to him before I could do anything.â
You laugh a little, the noise involuntary. âWhat were you planning on doing with the sixteen-year-old?â
He doesnât find the question amusing if his expression is anything to go by. âHe was really trying to hurt you.â
His words sober you up slightly and you drop the flippant attitude. âYeah, I wanted to,â god, it feels like you could choke on the words. Just last week you were screaming at him for not helping you. Now, you could barely thank him because he had.Â
âYouâre always my priority.â He tells you before you can struggle any longer. Your head shoots up and you stare at him with confusion. He groans, the noise tired and resigned. âSaving Jean was a mistake. I mean it, kid, I just thought you could handle yourself.â
You open your mouth but he stops you before you can argue. âI know, thatâs not the point. I should have saved you, no matter what I thought you could or couldn't handle.â
âNo,â you stop him and shake your head. âNo, Logan, I shouldnât. I,â your mouth opens and he stares at you expectantly. What you were going to say gets stuck in your throat. This is a horrible idea.Â
âI liked you in a way you didnât like me and it was unfair of me to push my expectations onto you.â You wanted it to sound better, and more intelligent. Instead, it came out in one rushed breath and youâre not sure he even understood half of what you said.Â
His brows furrow in confusion for a moment before a smile breaks out on his face. Youâre not sure if itâs a good or bad thing that heâs smiling. You canât tell if heâs mocking you or about to profess his undying love.Â
You donât have to wonder for long. He moves closer towards you, leaning forward until youâre practically sharing the same breaths. Unconsciously, youâre drawn into him, hands braced gently on his chest as you chase after him.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Your whispered words brush against his lips and he gives you a small smile. His hands travel up your waist. He tugs you closer, his other hand looping around your neck and craning you up.Â
âIâm gonna choose you every fucking time, kid.â His lips brush across your own and itâs like a switch is flipped in you both. Your arms twine around his neck, pulling him down until youâre practically melting into him.Â
Itâs everything youâve ever wanted and so different at the same time. You always thought your first kiss would be after some cheesy first date. He would have taken you out to dinner. Something would have inevitably gone wrong, you spilled something on your dress or the waiter brought the wrong order.Â
You would both worry that it was a sign that nothing would work out between you. And then, at the end of the night, heâd tug you into his arms and kiss you like you were the most precious thing heâd ever held.Â
That would be nice, but this is better. Heâs not holding you like youâre something fragile or something too precious for this world. Heâs kissing you like youâre the very air he needs to survive. Heâs greedy with his affections and demanding with his wants.Â
Youâre being consumed and devoured. And you never want to stop. This is all youâve ever wanted with him, from him.Â
Sadly, you do have to breathe. Youâre the one that forces the stop, youâre sure he would have happily suffocated if it meant he could keep touching you like this. You pull back, the air coming in short pants between your parted lips.Â
You can already feel them swelling, the slight irritation on your cheeks from his stubble. You donât mind, you quite like the feeling. He speaks before you can, a pleased smile on his face. âForgive me yet?â
You chuckle, a little impressed by how cheeky he is, still slightly pissed off. âWhy donât you do that again and Iâll think about it?â
He rolls his eyes but you can see the smile fighting against his firm glare. âYouâre really gonna make me work for it, huh?â
You smile and nod, leaning into him again. âYouâre never gonna hear the end of it,â you whisper before dipping down and kissing him again. You canât believe you ever doubted just how much he cares for you.Â
He didnât choose Jean over you. Heâs just a dumbass.Â
a/n: I had to resist putting in a âpick me, choose me, love meâ line in there bc that would have just been too much lol
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âş PAIRING: lee heeseung x female reader
âş GENRE: stepbrother au, smut
âş SUMMARY: the story of how your stepbrotherâs girlfriend realizes her boyfriend has never really been hers.
âş CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, possessiveness, heeseung can lift reader, cucking kink, voyeurism, masturbation (f), oral sex (f), fingering, face sitting, unprotected sex, creampies
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A lot of people find your relationship with your stepbrother cute. How could they not? Heâs always so doting and protective like a real brother would be. In spite of being only slightly older, Heeseung takes on a very important role in your life. He constantly goes out of his way to take care of you, making sure you have anything you could possibly need.
Heeseungâs girlfriend never thought too much about the relationship between you two. It was natural that he took the naive college freshman under his wing and constantly had you by his side. Mina found it endearing, actually. The way he worried about you like a mother hen who wasnât ready for her young chick to go into the world alone is adorable and a good sign. After dating so many inconsiderate losers, she thinks sheâs finally chosen the right guy.
But somewhere along the way, Mina starts to grow tired of it. Time has gone by, and youâre no longer a naive freshman who canât get around without her boyfriendâs help. Of course family is important, but itâs not like youâre entirely helpless. And yet, thatâs exactly the way Heeseung acts. Heâs always ready to drop everything when you need him. On several humiliating occasions, heâs even left her half naked on his bed just to go to you because you bought something you couldnât figure out how to put together, or because you wanted to hang out with him.
Itâs hard for Mina to admit that sheâs a little jealous. Especially because it all seems so ridiculous. Thereâs no way her boyfriend actually wants you like that. But as time goes on, she thinks that maybe sheâs not all that crazy. Especially with the affectionate way her boyfriend looks at you. Despite all this, Mina doesnât say anything. At least, not until Heeseung starts to bring you along to what were meant to be dates.
âBabe, why do you keep bringing your stepsister? i thought we were going on a date?â Itâs hard for her to not sound bitter and annoyed.
âHer roommate is going to visit her parents, and I donât want Y/N to be alone.â His tone is kind and gentle like always, but itâs also firm and leaves no room for arguments.
Whatâs worse is that Mina canât bring herself to hate or blame you. In a way, she understands why her boyfriend is always so concerned about you. Youâre so nice and trusting that it would be way too easy for someone to take advantage of that. Thereâs also the fact that youâve been more than willing to let them have some alone time, but Heeseung never lets you leave.
Itâs all so strange and frustrating that Mina feels like she has to take matters into her own hands. So she does.
The key to Heeseung letting you go is getting you a boyfriendâor at least getting you to start dating. Itâs easy enough to find a guy whoâs interested in you. Thatâs never been a problem for you, and all it takes is her showing your picture to the cute guy in her communications class for her plan to fall into place. As luck would have it, youâre also into meeting the guy and going out with him.
Little did Mina know, setting you up with him would be a mistake that would cost her everything.
On the night youâre meant to meet up with her classmate, Mina excitedly goes to her boyfriendâs apartment. Itâs been a long time since she got to be alone with Heeseung, and she was going to make the most of it.
Sheâs dressed in tiny tank top and a cute little skirt that Heeseung lovesâit barely hides the lingerie sheâs wearing underneath. Mina quietly lets herself into her boyfriendâs apartment using her spare key. Quietly, she tiptoes to his room only to find the door wide open. What she doesnât expect is to find you sitting on his the edge of bed while Heeseung kneels in front of you.
Mina feels like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on her as his pretty hands rub your soft thighs. You look incredible, clad in a cute little dress with your makeup and hair done to perfection. Itâs a mistake for Mina to keep watching, but she canât find her voice at the moment.
âSeungie, whatâs wrong?â
God, Mina hates that you call him that. Mostly because she can tell how much Heeseung likes it.
âWhy didnât you tell me you were going out to meet some guy?â Heeseung sounds almost venomous, but itâs like you donât hear it. âWho is he? Howâd you meet him?â
You tilt your head, pretty lips pulled down in a confused frown. âDidnât Mina tell you? She set me up with a guy from her class. Heâs really cute!â
A chill goes down Minaâs spine. She can see Heeseungâs back tense when you tell him how your date came to be. The air feels almost murderous as he gently squeezes your thighs.
It kills Heeseung that he was almost too late in stopping you from meeting some strange guy in the pretty little dress you have on. He softly rubs your thighs, eyes simmering with anger and desire he doesnât care to hide. Not anymore.
âOh, angel.â Your stepbrother murmurs, hands slowly trailing up to your thighs. âYou know youâre my favorite girl, right?â
An unsuspecting smile graces your lips. âYeah. And youâre my favorite guy.â
Heeseung hums in satisfaction as his fingers ghost the edges of your dress. He watches your eyebrows furrow, but you donât say anything. As always, you have blind trust in your stepbrother. Thatâs all the indication he needs to get up and push you down on his bed. Heeseung hovers over you, loving how youâre staring up at him with sparkling, wide eyes. He swoops down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
Your heart is racing in your chest as Heeseung forces his tongue into your mouth. Despite the initial shock, you quickly melt into the kiss. He swallows your moans, pulling you closer as he deepens the messy kiss. You mewl into his mouth, carding your fingers through his hair with desire you had never realized you had for him.
Meanwhile, Mina can only watch as her boyfriend kisses you with a passion that he clearly never felt for her. It feels like her heart is ripping in half as Heeseung begins to undress you. Tears well up in her eyes when he groans at the sight of the lingerie adorning your body. Mina can see how hard he is from where sheâs standing, and the desire in his eyes is very different from the way he looks at her.
âCanât believe you got all pretty for some other boy.â Heeseung spits as he starts to undress. âWere planning on letting him fuck you?â
You shake your head and go to speak, but you canât when Heeseung roughly pulls off your lingerie then his own underwear. His cock is thick and big, possibly the biggest youâve ever seen. Itâs twitching and leaking as he looks at you with his dark eyes.
âW-We shouldnât be doing this.â You whine as Heeseung shoves your thighs to your stomach and licks a broad stripe up your wet pussy.
Your stepbrother groans at your sweet taste, thrusting his tongue into your dripping hole. He laps up the juices leaking out of your slit, circling his tongue on your clit for good measure. The noise you let out is downright pornographic and pure music to Heeseungâs ears.
âSeungie!â You keen as you spread your legs and tangle your hands in his messy hair. âIâ Fuck!â
Heeseung pulls back with a wet slurp to spread your cunt open with his big hands. âGod. You have the prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen, angel. Just had to taste it.â
Each one of his words is like a dagger to Minaâs heart and confidence. Wet tears trickle down her face, but she doesnât say anything as you pull on her boyfriendâs hair. Heeseung only moans and dives back into your slick cunt. He greedily laps up everything that drips out of you, sucking and kissing your clit.
âWe shouldnât be doing this, Hee.â You repeat through a needy mewl, making no attempt to stop him. In fact, you buck your pussy into his mouth as he sucks on your sensitive bud.
âShh, angel.â Heeseung shushes as he flicks his tongue across your swollen bud. âJust relax and let me eat you out. Been wanting to do this for so long.â
Mina swallows thickly, the hurt slowly being replaced by something else. Her eyes grow bigger when she realizes which feeling is taking over. She shifts slightly, feeling a familiar wetness begin to pool in her panties. Mina feels sick that the sight of her boyfriend cheating on her can turn her on, and she thinks that she should leave right now and never return.
But she stays.
Mina licks her lips and continues to watch. Even she canât help but think how hot you look, whimpering and writhing as Heeseung pushes your thighs apart so he can bury his face deeper in your pussy. He flicks his tongue, slowly descending until heâs lapping at your hole, slowly fucking the wet muscle in and out. Your eyes roll back as your stepbrother eats your pussy like itâs the best thing heâs ever tasted.
The sounds coming from your pussy and the way Heeseung messily eats you out has Minaâs own cunt clenching with need. She can feel her underwear start to stick to her cunt as she watches her boyfriend lap up your arousal like a starved man. Mina bites her lip, feeling sick and twisted for being turned on by your pretty moans.
Heeseung suddenly pulls away, but not before he slaps your thigh playfully. He goes to lay on his back all while wearing a filthy smirk. âSit on my face.â
You bite your lip as a hot flash of arousal pulses through your body. Both your and Minaâs cunts throb at the suggestion. Heeseung sees your hesitation, but doesnât back down.
âCâmon, baby. Be a good little stepsister and ride my fucking face.â He growls out with dark eyes.
With your pussy dripping, you crawl over to him and kneel over his face. Mina watches with heated eyes as you slowly lower your cunt on her boyfriendâs face. The heat in her stomach grows when she hears Heeseung groan in satisfaction.
âThatâs it. I want your pretty pussy suffocating me.â
With that, your stepbrother grabs your hips and pulls your cunt down onto his face with a groan. Mewling quietly, you rub your cunt all over his mouth. Every time he moans or grunts, it sends little vibrations through your pussy. The delicious feeling has you grinding down on his tongue as you chase that feeling. Heeseung eagerly fucks his wet muscle into your hot cunt, already addicted to your sweet taste.
Mina swallows thickly when he sees Heeseung thrusting into the air as he eats you out. His cock is leaking and throbbing with need. Fuck. How sheâd like to go and lick all that up, to have him fuck her mouth as he fucks you with his tongue. Mina rubs her thighs to soothe the growing ache in her pussy as she watches you ride Heeseungâs face.
Your eyes roll back when your stepbrother slaps your ass. A loud squeal spills from your lips as Heeseung keeps fucking his tongue up into your cunt. He grabs your ass and kneads it roughly. With one last groan and flick of his tongue, he sits up and takes you with him. The effortless display of strength turns both women on, one containing her moan while the other cries out as sheâs pressed back into the mattress.
âSuch a sweet little cunt.â Heeseung moans as he buries his face back into your dripping cunt. âShit, Y/N. Youâre fucking soaked down here.â
âHeeseung!â You cry out as he pries your thighs further apart. Your stepbrother shakes his head to grind his tongue against your sensitive cunt.
âFuck, you have the hottest little pussy.â Heeseung lifts his head with a groan, lips shiny with your arousal. âMissed eating some good pussy. Itâs been so long.â
Mina feels pathetic that her cunt throbs at his degrading words. She bites her lip, hands trailing up her thigh and to her soaked underwear. Itâs so filthy and humiliating, but the ache in her pussy is getting to be too much. She slowly rubs circles on her covered cunt as she keeps watching her boyfriend cheat on her.
âFuck, Seungie.â You mewl desperately. âS-Shouldnât like having your face buried in my cunt.â
Heeseung smirks into your wetness. He gently circles his tongue on your clit, kissing it tenderly before he gently starts to nip at it with his teeth. Mina shoves her panties aside when you moan out in pleasure. Now sheâs furiously rubbing at her bare pussy, wanting to see you cum on her boyfriendâs face.
âBut you do, baby. You like me fucking you with my tongue, and I fucking love eating this sweet little pussy.â
Your hips buck up at the words, grinding your cunt against his mouth as you moan for him. Juices drip out of you lewdly, leaking down to your ass and onto Heeseungâs sheets. Your head is swimming with pleasure, and you have to remember that this is all so very wrong.
âYou like that?â Heeseung teases you, loving how youâve turned into putty in his hands. âAnswer me, Y/N. Do you like your stepbrother telling you how much he loves tasting your juicy cunt?â
Your back arches when Heeseung sucks your puffy bud into his mouth. âGodâyes! Feels so fucking good, Hee! Love having your mouth on my pussy.â
Heeseung growls, the vibrations making your cunt throb as he sucks and licks your swollen clit. Eager to have you cum on his tongue, he slips two fingers into your fluttering hole. Mina follows in suit, unable to take her eyes off the erotic sight of you getting ate out and fingered. Fuck. This was better than any porn she had ever watched. Her hand is dripping with her own arousal, and she canât even feel disgusted anymore that sheâs so turned on by the entire situation.
âMmmh, shit, Hee.â You whine as the tips of his fingers brush against the gummy spot inside you. âYouâre gonna make me cum.â
âDo it, baby. Cream all over my tongue.â He purrs in delight. âBe a good girl and cum for me.â
Heeseung flattens his tongue on your clit while his fingers grind into the spongy spot in your cunt. Your back arches off the bed, orgasm whiting out your thoughts as you cum around his long fingers.
Mina has to cover her mouth as Heeseung moans along with you. By now sheâs shoved her fingers into her sopping pussy, the squelching sound is drowned out from the sounds coming from your own pussy. The filthy sight is driving her wild, and sheâs so delirious with arousal that she wishes Heeseung would just fuck you already.
âYouâre amazing, angel.â Your stepbrother praises with his fingers still buried knuckle deep in your pussy as he softly strokes your velvety walls. âSo soft and wet. It makes me want to shove my dick into your tight little hole.â
Heeseung slowly pulls his fingers out of you, and you can only watched with a lidded gaze as he moves his body between your thighs. His cock is twitching and leaking as he grabs the base. He smacks his cock down on your slippery pussy, dragging his drooling tip up and down your slit slowly. Mina has to press her hand into her mouth harder to stifle her filthy moans. The sight of her boyfriend pressing his drooling cockhead into your soaking pussy is so hot she might just cum all over her fingers.
âS-Seungieâfuck. We shouldnât.â You whimper as he leans forward and braces his arms by your head.
You and Mina both know you donât really mean your words. Itâs clear that you want your stepbrother to split you open on his big cock. That becomes obvious when you donât try to stop him as he shoves his cock into your pussy until he bottoms out completely, balls pressing against your ass. Shuddering with pleasure, you scratch your nails up his arms as you sink into the bed.
âPretty pussy was meant to take my cock.â Heeseung growls, already drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his dick. âFuck. I know itâs wrong, baby, but I just couldnât help myself. Your hot little cunt was just begging for my dick. Doesnât it feel all nice and full having your pussy stuffed with your stepbrotherâs big cock?"
Mina starts fucking herself harder when you nod desperately. Your hands go to tangle in his hair as you grind your hips up to meet his thrusts. âYes! Fuck! Love my stepbrotherâs cock stretching me open! Feels so fucking good, Hee!â
Mina knows better than anyone how good you must feel. Although, she imagines you feel must better than she ever did because from the way Heeseungâs fucking you, she can tell heâs doing it with much more enthusiasm and passion. Even his moans are more guttural and full of more pleasure than sheâd ever heard. Theyâre deep as he pulls out until just his tip is spearing you open. Then, he pushes forward, thrusting his cock deep into your fluttering walls.
âThatâs it. Tell me how good it feels.â Heeseung leans down, lips brushing against yours. âDonât be shy, angel. Let me know how much you like this cock fucking you.â
You gasp wantonly and pull him down further to press your lips together. He groans and licks into your mouth easily, tongue slipping past your lips as his cock thrusts deep into your hot, wet cunt. Your hips buck up to meet his, loving how his dick rams into your sweet spot over and over until your sight is painted with pretty little stars.
âFucking love it, Hee.â You moan between sloppy kisses. âGodâI love your cock!â
The coil in Minaâs stomach is close to snapping. By now, her juices are dripping down to her wrist. Luckily, the lewd squelching and sound of skin slapping together drown out any noise sheâs making. Heeseung is fucking you so hard and good that she can smell the musky scent of sex from where sheâs standing. The erotic aroma turns her on even more, pussy clamping down on her fingers in desperate need of release.
âTight little pussy feels so good.â Heeseung moans out between the quick pecks heâs giving you. âGod, I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.â
Your heart races as Minaâs breaks all over again. It hurts, but somehow that just turns her on even more. She keeps fingering herself as tears pool in her eyes.
With a low moan, your pussy clamps down on Heeseungâs dick tightly as you go to eagerly kiss him. A soft I love you, too goes unnoticed by Mina, but not by your stepbrother. He groans into your mouth, cock throbbing inside you.
âMmmh.â Heeseung hums against your lips before he trails wet kisses down your neck. âI love my gorgeous girl. Thatâs why this feels so good. Even your tight little pussy knows how much I love you.â
His gorgeous girl? Mina thinks deliriously, orgasm dangerously close. Itâs something he never referred to her as.
You cry out loudly when Heeseung bites your neck and sucks the skin into his mouth. His hips rock against yours, balls smacking against your ass as his pelvis grinds down on your swollen clit.
âSeungie!â You whine in ecstasy. âIâm getting close.â
Your stepbrother doesnât let up. In fact, his thrusts seem to get faster and rougher. His cock pistons in and out of your cunt, creating sloppy wet sounds as you get even wetter. His eyes are dark as he pulls back to look at you, all pretty squirming and trembling on his cock.
âCum for me, baby. Cover my cock with your sweet cream so I can fill you up.â Heeseung pants. âCum on my cock, angel.â
His teeth sink into your neck again, and it pushes you over the edge. Your hot cunt throbs as you squeeze down on his cock. Somehow your pussy only gets tighter and tighter as you get fucked through your orgasm. You tighten your legs around his waist until he can barely pull out, rutting his cock in short shallow thrusts as your climax starts to taper off.
âSo fucking tight.â Heeseung hisses by your ear. âShit, baby. Get ready. Iâm about to creampie your cute little pussy. Fuck, fuck, fuck!â
With a strangled grunt, he buries his cock to the hilt and shoots his load deep inside your fluttering walls while your pussy softly milks him for every drop of his hot cum. Mina reaches her own climax when she sees her boyfriend cumming inside you. She has to stifle her moans as she trembles and shakes outside the room thatâs filled with the smell and sounds of hot sex.
âYouâre taking it so well, angel.â Heeseung kisses your jaw tenderly as his fat tip spurts rope after rope of his thick cum into your clenching heat. âMilking my cock like I knew you would.â
He grinds his hips down, cock pulsing as he finishes stuffing you full of his hot, sticky load. Your stepbrother fucks his cum inside a bit more before reluctantly pulling out. Heeseungâs cock throbs as he watches his seed drip from your messy pussy.
He licks his lips, heated gaze never leaving your body. âLetâs do it again.â
You donât try to protest as your manhandles into a different position. Mina is still coming down from her high when she realizes her boyfriend is still hard and about to fuck you again. She knows she shouldnât feel excited or aroused by the fact, but she does. Especially when your face is shoved into one of Heeseungâs pillows just before his big cock rails back into your needy pussy.
Heeseung starts fucking you so hard his headboard slams into the wall repeatedly. The harsh sound pairs well with the plop plop plop sound coming from your cunt.
âGod, Y/N. Youâre so fucking good for me.â Heeseung groans when you clench down on him.
You moan loudly, bouncing yourself back on his cock. âFu-Fuck, Seungie. This is wrong. We s-shouldnât be doing this.â
âI know.â Your stepbrother smacks your ass, not sounding the least bit remorseful. âItâs so dirty baby, but I couldnât help myself. Had to get my dick wet using your pretty little pussy.â
âMmmh!â You whine out mindlessly, face turned to the side with your ass raised in the air for Heeseung to fuck deeper into your wet hole. âFeels so fucking good!â
âYeah, it does.â Heeseungâs laugh sounds almost mean as he speeds up his thrusts to fuck his cock harder into your sopping cunt. âYour cute little pussy is the best Iâve ever had.â
His words shouldnât please you as much as they do, but those lewd words turn you on so much that you canât stop your cunt from tightening around him as he keeps spearing into you like an animal in heat. They also shouldnât turn on Heeseungâs girlfriend but thatâs exactly what they do. She isnât angry, only extremely aroused as your ass bounces back on your stepbrotherâs pelvis.
âFuck!â Heeseung groans, fucking his cock right into your g-spot. âYouâre so fucking hot, angel.â
You are. So hot that Mina finds herself wishing she could eat Heeseungâs cum out of your pretty cunt. She just knows you taste good, and mixed with her boyfriend sheâs sure you must taste even better.
âSeungie, please!â You cry out, dizzy with arousal.
âShit.â He growls, slipping a hand underneath your hips to rub fast circles on your clit. âGonna make you cream on my cock again.â
âHeeseung!â You squeal as he picks up his pace, ramming into your squelching pussy as he rubs soft circles into your swollen clit.
Your stepbrother shoves his cock deep into your cunt and grinds, making you squirm and whine as his dick rubs against the spongy spot in your pussy. Your hands twist in the sheets. He flicks and pinches your puffy clit. God, do you look good, and so does Heeseung. Mina is groping one of her tits while the other hand goes to play with her pussy again. Briefly, she thinks she wouldnât mind having a video of you two fucking so she can watch it over and over again.
âHee, Iâm gonna cum.â You moan against the pillow.
âDo it, baby.â He encourages you, free hand coming down to slap your ass hard. âCum all over my cock. Want to feel your hot cunt squeeze me.â
Itâs not long before your orgasm hits. Youâre screaming into your pillow as your cream coats Heeseungâs big cock. Your pussy clamps rhythmically around his dick. Mina canât see you, but with the way your toes are curling she can tell your eyes are rolling to the back of your head in pure ecstasy.
âOh, baby. You feel so fucking good.â Heeseung praises you. His hands move to slap your ass again, making you squeal and tighten again. âFucking work your little pussy on my cock. Fuck. Need to fill you up again.â
âWant you to stuff me full.â You whine back at him, pussy fluttering at the thought of Heeseungâs cum filling your cunt again.
âYeah?â Your stepbrother laughs, sounding way too delighted. âWant me to creampie your hot little cunt again?â
âPlease!â You whine as Heeseungâs fingers slide over your hip to start working soft circles into your clit again. You writhe back on him, feeling yourself get even wetter at the filthy thought of him shooting his hot load inside you.
âCum inside me, Hee.â You pant, mewling when his fingers rub your clit even faster. âWant it so bad. Want to feel it.â
âOh, fuck.â Heeseung groans, hips snapping hard against your ass when he feels how tight youâve gotten. âYou ready, baby? Fucking take it. Take your stepbrotherâs cum in your needy little cunt.â
You moan loudly when you feel his hot cum filling your pussy, stuffing you so full it drips out around his cock. Heeseung ruts his spent cock into your sloppy pussy as he pinches your clit, watching as your back arches as a fourth orgasm sweeps through you. You lazily fuck your cunt back into him, loving the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and coating your thighs.
Heeseung pulls out of your warm cunt with a low groan. Heâs quick to pull you against his chest and lays you down with him. His face is buried in your hair, eyes closed in bliss as you both try to catch your breaths. You feel his smile in your hair as he cuddles you and murmurs sweet praises against your temple.
Through your drooping eyes, you catch sight of Mina. Her eyes widen when you two make eye contact. You canât hide your smirk when you see that she was masturbating to the sight of Heeseung fucking you raw. Instead of saying anything, you give her a seductive wink. Mina clenches around her fingers because the wink is full of understanding and promises.
Itâs clear that Heeseung was never hers, but maybe you wouldnât mind sharing.
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# âTHE WOMAN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAKâŚâ ââ .⌠( batboys w an unhinged!reader and blunt!reader )
a/n: this is from my little brain of mine , and I like to honor it for @kyriakis anywhoo Iâm back and omg 1k?! Alsoo guys dw! Iâm gonna do the event tomorrow && Iâm gonna pick out some prompts I have organized, so i didn't forget okay but i just got a lot of DMs asking when Iâm gonna do it for you guyss so yeah itâs gonna be tomorrow since Iâm gonna re-edit + add some ideas of your guys votes!! Tags: (batboys x unhinged!reader)
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DICK GRAYSON ââ .âŚ
Heâs always caught off guard but loves it. Your bluntness is a breath of fresh air for Dick, whoâs so used to diplomatic conversations. You say whateverâs on your mind with zero filter, and heâs like, âOh, wow. Okay. I respect it.â
Hates it when you donât hold back with him. Heâs used to being the charming, funny guy who makes everyone laugh, but you hit him with a âThat was dumb, donât do that againâ and his brain short circuits for a second. âYou canât just say that!â âWhy not?â
Finds it hilarious when you wreck other peopleâs egos. You have zero time for anyoneâs nonsense, and when someone messes up, you let them know. Dickâs in the background, trying not to laugh. âDo you not think before you speak?!âŚâ Heâs always acts so shocked but hey, heâs kinda enjoying it unless itâs aimed at him. (He canât fight verbally for the life of him without saying some cringe shit)
Doesnât even try to change you. Dick knows what heâs getting into, and he loves you for it. Heâs never going to ask you to âtone it down.â He actually finds your unapologetic attitude pretty hot.
Heâs 50% worried youâll get into trouble, 50% impressed. But in the end, heâll always back you up, saying, âSheâs just honest. Get used to it.â
JASON TODD ââ .âŚ
Finally, someone who speaks his language. Jason lives for the fact that you donât care what people think. He loves how blunt you are, especially when you cut through the BS with the precision of a sharp knife.
Gets protective when people try to push your boundaries. If someone dares disrespect you, Jasonâs the first one to step in. âYouâve got a problem with her? Youâve got a problem with me.â, âJason that was so fucking cringey..â
Appreciates that you don't sugarcoat things for him. Youâll tell him exactly how it is, whether itâs about his attitude or a bad decision he made, and he respects it, itâs like the tt sound where âthatâs when it hit me, it was the best idea I ever had..â but like this: âNot gonna lie, that was a terrible plan, Jay,â and heâll just nod. âFair.â
You guys have the most chaotic, weirdest conversations. Itâs a mix of witty banter, ridiculous one-liners, and deadpan sarcasm. Other people canât even keep up with the energy.
The idea of dating a âgood girlâ never appealed to him anyway. He thrives off your unhinged energy. Youâre unpredictable, and it keeps him on his toes, which he loves. âYeah, youâre definitely not boring.â (Although the thing is he does love innocent people, like if youâre like gen clueless he wants preserve your innocence.)
TIM DRAKE ââ .âŚ
Timâs brain canât keep up with you. Your blunt, no-nonsense attitude constantly makes him blink in confusion. One minute youâre casually roasting someone, and the next, youâre giving a straight-up critique of his latest plan. Heâs learning that he canât outthink you.
He admires your unapologetic honesty. Tim has a lot of internalized doubts, so watching you casually reject anyoneâs judgment is a nice contrast. You donât apologize for your thoughts, and itâs something he secretly admires.
Constantly second-guesses himself around you. Your sharp tongue makes him want to be as confident as you. He gets nervous about saying anything that might sound soft, so when he stumbles, youâre like, âWhat was that? I swear you just whispered something.â And heâll blush hard, muttering an apology.
You both have a sarcastic sense of humor that others donât quite get. You say something outrageous, and Tim will respond with the driest remark possible. People in the room often wonder if you two are joking or just genuinely a bit rude.
Not scared to call him out. When Timâs too nice, youâll be like, âYou need to stop letting people walk all over you. Grow some teeth.â Tim wonât admit it, but that does motivate him to be a little bolder.
DAMIAN WAYNE ââ .âŚ
Damian is a bit taken aback at first. Heâs used to people being respectful or like seeing him as kinda a role model, so when you come out with a âThatâs dumb, donât even talk to me right now,â heâs not sure how to handle it. He will stand there, blinking, while processing your bluntness. (Heâs too stunned to speak đ)
Genuinely respects your forthrightness, though. âIâll admit, I have never met someone so⌠honest.â He starts respecting you even more, thinking youâre someone he canât manipulate or charm easily.
Loves that youâre as stubborn as he is. If youâre determined about something, thereâs no changing your mind. Youâll fight for your opinions even if it gets you into a heated debate. And Damianâs right there with you, arguing like itâs the most fun thing in the world.
Tries to match your bluntness. âYou talk too much,â he says one day, and you immediately reply, âAnd yet, here you are, listening to every word I say.â Damian actually pauses for a second, impressed. âRight..â
Loves how youâll shut down his critics with zero hesitation. Someone says something disrespectful to him, and youâll be the first to shoot back, âHe doesnât need your advice, trust me.â Heâll give you a proud little smirk. âI like the way you handle things.â
BRUCE WAYNE ââ .âŚ
At first, Bruce is a bit disconcerted by your bluntness. Bruceâs the kind of guy who expects people to be formal and classy, and you just come in with âThis entire meeting is a waste of my time. I donât care about any of this.â He blinks, then quietly admires your bravery.
Totally respects your unfiltered honesty. Bruce has had enough of the worldâs games, so when you donât bother to pretend or hold anything back, itâs like a breath of fresh air for him.
Secretly loves when you donât play nice." He knows you're not afraid of saying what you think, and when you call him out on his brooding or overly protective behavior, he listens. âYouâre right. Iâm sorry for not trusting you more.â (He totally doesnât have a tracker on your hair clip..đĽ°)
You both have moments of pure savage honesty that no one else gets. Thereâs no need for filters, and youâll both exchange one-liners so dry that it leaves everyone else in the room confused.
Finds it endearing when you make his plans more interesting. âThis is ridiculous. Why are we doing this again?â You snap at him in a room full of his board members, and he just gives you a look that says, âIâm never apologizing for you.â
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pt 1 | Not Even at All
jinx/powder x female reader â đŹđđŤđ˘đđŹâ đŚđđŹđđđŤđĽđ˘đŹđ
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summary: vi is off limits until her sister gets a date that doesn't end within the first ten minutes. eager to date vi, a certain girl approaches you with a proposal. date jinx. win her over. and for your efforts, she's willing to be generous. (10 Things I Hate About You AU) warnings/themes: fluff, kinda enemies to what, one sided fake dating, highschool, modern au, smoking (reader), kat!jinx, patrick!reader words: 5.8k notes: because of the age difference, caitlyn is in college that's why she's always on calls.. â ⊠part one, part two, part three, part four, part five
âBAD REPUTATIONâ
You pick up at the third ring, hearing a deep sigh of relief. âOh, good, you picked up.â
It's Caitlyn.
You put the phone down for a few seconds to eat your sandwich, before picking the phone back up. âWhat now?â you ask through a mouthful of sandwich. âI just woke up, y'know.â
The line is silent for a minute.
Then, you hear Caitlyn clear her throat. âAre you busy right now?â
It's 9am on Sunday, of course you're not busy. âKinda busy eating my breakfast,â you reply, taking another bite. âWhy?â
You hear some shuffling on the other end, some muttering, and another pause before Caitlyn speaks again. âI have⌠a proposition.â
A proposition already, and so early in the morning? you put your sandwich down, sitting up and making sure you heard that right. âI'm listening.â
Caitlyn clears her throat again, and there's sounds of footsteps and whispers in the background, as if she's moving somewhere more secluded. ââŚDo you know Jinx?â
It's a strange question. Pretty much everyone knows Jinx. âYeah,â you reply. âWhy?â
The shuffling resumes, a few footsteps, and the murmur of voices. âI'll cut to the chase. I'm asking for your help. I need you to do me a favor.â
You pause, raising an eyebrow. What does she want? âDepends on what it is.â You shrug. âAnd what I'd get in return.â You take a sip from your glass.
The murmuring on Caitlyn's end of the line stops, and you hear the sound of a door clicking shut. âI want you to take Jinx on a date.â
You nearly choke on your drink. âYou want me to what?â you manage to ask between coughs.
âIt'll be a fake date!â she says quickly. âIf you can make this date go smoothly and⌠make her like you, even a little bit, I'll pay you a hundred dollars.â
Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. â100 dollars?!â You cough again. âYou can't just throw me under the bus like that. You've lost your damn mind.â
âPlease just hear me out,â Caitlyn pleads. âIt's not like you have to ask her to marry you. Just think of it as a challenge. You get 100 dollars if you can get her to enjoy a date with you. Come on, you're good with girls, aren't you?â
What does she think you are, some suave James Bond-esque ladykilling playgirl? while you've kissed a couple girls, you can't call yourself super suave.Â
âCaitlyn, Jinx hates me.â It's common knowledge. Jinx hates nearly everyone, especially people she was in class with. âShe's gonna kill me if I ask her out on a date.â You shudder.
âThat's why I chose you for this,â she says. âI figured you were the type to face any challenge head-on.â
âThis isn't just a 'challenge', it's a mission for the suicidal,â you retort. âYou're setting me up to embarrass myself and get ridiculed in the process.â
You hear her scoff. âSo you can flirt and tease the whole damn school, but a date with Jinx is the line you draw, is that it?â
You scowl at her comment. You've been known to flirt and joke around with a few people at school, but thatâs all it isâmeaningless flirting with no strings attached. This is completely differentâthis is Jinx we're talking about. âYou're comparing apples and oranges here,â you protest. âThey're not the same, Cait.â
âMaybe,â she replies. âBut I've seen how you've charmed your way out of trouble. You're good at talking your way out of things. And that's exactly what I need right now.â
That's true, but that's with a teacher, or a TA, or a store manager who's trying to bust you for shoplifting. Not with Jinx, of all people.
âCaitlyn, c'mon. She's either gonna punch me in the face, or call me a dumbass, or both.â
âJust listen,â she cuts in. âAll you have to do is go on a fake date with her. You don't have to actually like her.â
âNo, no, no.â You shake your head, gripping the phone in your hand. âNo way, no how.â
â150 dollars.â
âYou really, really want me to go on a fake date with Jinx?â you murmur. âAre you that desperate?â
âI'm very desperate.â
You groan, rubbing your temples. âWhy are you so fixated on me doing this?â
You hear movement on the other line, like Caitlyn's pacing back and forth. âOkay, look,â she begins. âI⌠really like her sister. Like really like her. LikeâŚâ
This wasn't just a fake date. It was a way to get closer to who she liked. âOh. Ohh.â
âYeah...â
Wow. This was a lot more desperate than you initially thought.
âBut why don't you just ask her sister out?â you ask.
âI did.â She sighs again. âI asked Vi out last week, and she said she can't go on a date with me until her sister finds someone. Jinx has to be happy before Vi can go on dates, according to her.â
What the hell kind of ridiculous rule is that? âSo let me get this straight,â you start. âYou want me to go on a fake date with Jinx.â
âYes.â
âUntil she becomes my... girlfriend?â
âYes.â
âAnd then you can date Vi.â
âYes.â
It sounds crazy, ridiculous, batshit insane. âHoly shit, Caitlyn.â You run your fingers over your eyes, shaking your head to yourself. âAll of this just so you can get laid?â
A huff comes from the other end of the line. âAre we making a deal or not?â
âHey, wait a minuteâI'm gonna need the money first,â you say, drumming your fingers against the table.
âExcuse me?â
âYeah,â you explain. âYou know, the whole dating thing. Dates, food, gas, that kinda stuff. You can't expect me to pay for all of that with my own money.â
Caitlyn doesn't respond immediately. You can hear some shuffling, and you can imagine her biting her lower lip anxiously, maybe staring out the wall.
âThere's a high probability I won't even get a Harley after all this,â you add.Â
Silence.
âSo I'm gonna need the money...â
There's a pause, then an annoyed hiss. âDon't you trust me?â
âOh hell no. Give me the money first and then I'll consider the deal.â
She sighs. âFine. Whatever, I'll give you the money.â
âAll of it?â
ââŚYes. All of it. All 150. For your shitty, awful fake date.â She huffs. âDeal?â
âDeal.â
â
You step into the office, finding Caitlyn's mother already hunched over her laptop, staring over the rim of her glasses. You hated coming into this office. It always felt like you were in the principal's office.
âI see we're making our visits a weekly ritual,â Mrs. Kiramman says, staring at you over her laptop.Â
âOnly so we can have these moments together,â you reply, your mouth already curving into a grin. âShould I, uh, get the lights?â
Mrs. Kiramman sighs, her eyes scanning over the paper in front of her. âExposed yourself... in the cafeteria,â she mutters. âI seriously don't understand why my daughter associates herself with you.â
âIt was for a good reason, I swear.â
âOh, really?â She raises her eyebrow. âAnd what reason is that?â
âI was joking with the lunch lady,â you explain, spreading your hands out. âShe was being snippy with me, so I started unbuttoning my shirt, it's not like I was actually going to flash anyone.â
Mrs. Kiramman takes off her glasses and pinches the bridge of her nose, her other hand coming to rest on her forehead.
âBut I suppose if we've already looked through all my wrongdoings, you can release me back into the wild, eh?â you continue.
âJust... make it more than a week before coming back here, alright? I don't want to see you in my office every weekâyou're a walking headache.â
âSure thing, Mrs. K.â
âAnd stop calling me Mrs. K.â
â
Jinx kicks the ball here and there, back and forth, side to side. She's taking all of her frustrations out on this ball, dribbling it down the field, passing it to her teammates, dodging opponents.
Her moment of peace is interrupted when a player tries to intercept her pass. She grins, dribbling out of the way and kicking the ball hard into the player's face.Â
The coach blows the whistle. âGreat practice, everybody!â
Practice over. Jinx tosses the ball aside. She rubs her eyes with the heel of her hands, a headache thudding against her skull. She bends forward to grab her water bottle from the edge of the field, taking generous swigs from the bottle.
Jinx is the captain of her high school's soccer team. She's goodâreally good. She has quick feet and a mean kick, and she's scored a lot of points for the team. In games, however⌠Jinx is aggressive. She kicks hard. She kicks fast. She kicks a lot. She does not pull her punches when it comes to her opponents.
She's halfway done guzzling water when a voice interrupts her.
âHey there, girlie.â
Jinx pauses, swallowing the last of the water in her bottle. She glances up at you, watching you approach her as you shove your hands into your pockets.
âHow ya doin'?âÂ
âSweating like a pig actually,â she replies, pulling out a small towel and wiping her face. âAnd yourself?â
You hum, rocking back and forth on your feet. âI'm good. Just thought I'd come and chat with our wonderful captain.â
Jinx grumbles as she slings the towel over her shoulder.
âThat was quite a performance out there,â you continue, raising a hand to give her a slow clap. âYou were brutal today. Worse than usual, not-gonna-lie.â
Gathering her stuff, Jinx zips up her bag, slings it across one shoulder, then strides past you.
âHey,â you say, quickly catching up to her. âWhere are you going?â
âWhere do you think, genius? I'm leaving.â
You huff, following her as she marches out of the soccer field. âPick you up on Friday, then.â
Jinx makes a face at that. âOh, right, Friday,â she mimics. âUh-huh.â
You cock a smirk. âWell, the night I take you places you've never been before.â
âLike where? The 7-Eleven on Broadway?â
âHa, very funny.â You shake your head. âAnd actually, no, smartass.â
âDo you even know me?â she asks, not slowing her pace.
You hurry to keep up and shrug. âYeah, we have the same class on science and english.â
She stops in her tracks and turns to look at you, eyes flitting up and down, up and down. Once, twice, three times. âYou're the one that never shows up in Mr. Viktor's class?â
âHey, to be fair,â you say, putting your hands up. âThat's an 8 a.m. class. No one shows up for an 8 a.m. class at ass o'clock in the morning.â
Her expression remains unamused as she shifts her bag's backpack strap further off her shoulder. âExcept you're the only one who never shows up. You have the same attendance rate as Mr. Blitzcrank,â she tells you, turning back around to start walking. âWhich is absolutely none.â
âWhat can I say?â You chuckle, jogging to catch up to her again. âI'm very talented. Gifted, even.â
She mutters something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like âTalented at being an idiot, more like.â
âHey, I heard that.â
âGood,â she says over her shoulder. âMaybe don't try to impress me with your shitty grades and your non-existent attendance record next time, then.â Without a second glance, she continues walking, leaving you behind.
âOuch!â you exclaim. âRude, by the way!â you shout at her, and you see a flash of a smile over her features.
â
Jinx stands at her locker, gathering her booksâa variety of books with names like Introduction to Rocketry, Engineering and Architecture, Chemistry Vol. 3: Chemical Reactions, Organic and Inorganic Compounds and Mixtures, and a few other engineering books, all with worn spines and yellow pages.
âHey,â you greet.
She doesn't even glance at you as she continues sorting through her books, shoving what she doesn't need aside with a flick of her wrist.
âYou hate me, don't you?â you ask, leaning against the locker beside her.
She gives you a side glance but doesn't fully look away from her locker. âWhat are you, five?â she asks. âI don't really care enough about you to hate you.â
âRude.â
âIt's the truth. As far as I'm concerned, you're better than a mosquito,â she says, continuing with sorting through her locker. âAnnoying, but not something worth paying attention to.â
âMosquito, really?â
She slams her locker shut and locks it. She turns to look at you, adjusting her backpack straps on her shouldersâa backpack that is covered in various patches and colorful pins. âWhat exactly do you want?â
âSpend Dollar Night at the track with me.â
She arches one eyebrow. âAnd why the hell would I do that?â
âCome on, the ponies, the flat beer... you with money in your eyes, me with my hand on your assâŚâ
âYou covered in my vomit,â she cuts you off. âThat's what's going to happen. If I go within ten feet of whatever greasy-ass food joint and cheap liquor you're going to take me to.â
âDamn, you're feisty. I kinda like that.â
She scowls at your words. âAnd you're annoying. I kinda despise that.â
âOuch,â you mock. âAnd you're a bit more than feisty. You're like... feisty on steroids. Are you always like this?â
Her scowl deepens, and in one second, she suddenly has one of your arms twisted behind your back and pinned to your torso.
She leans forward, her face so close to yours. âMaybe, if you stopped annoying me,â she whispers. âI'd stop acting like this.â
You flinch, letting out a low hiss. âOw, ow-â You try to pull away from her grip, but she only tightens it. âOw, okay, I get itâlet go, let go!âÂ
She holds you still for a moment longer before roughly releasing her grip. You stagger forward, rubbing the spot where her hand had been. âWhat-â you gasp â-the hell was that for?â
âConsider it a learning experience, dipshit,â she snaps, before stalking off, her long blue braid swinging behind her.
âYou can't just-â you start to call after her, but she's already halfway down the hall. You huff rubbing your sore arm.Â
Yep. Jinx is as prickly as a cactus. This is gonna be harder than you thought.
â
âShe's a freaking Ronda Rousey,â you mutter into the phone, massaging your throbbing arm. âShe damn near twisted my arm off!â
âJinx? Did she hurt you?â
âJust my dignity.â
You hear Cait chuckle faintly. âI'll take that to mean it didn't go very well?â
âYou could say that,â you grumble. âShe's difficult.â You watch your clothes spin around in the washing machine. âI think this may take longer than you think, Cait. Waaay longer.â
âI can't just flirt my way through this,â you go on, moving to grab one of the nearby magazines to distract yourself. âShe's smart, witty, and sassyâthe whole package. Very pretty, too. But she's rude.â You shift your phone to fit between your shoulder and ear.
âRude,â you stress again, flipping to a magazine page with random trivia questions on it. âWho the hell is rude these days? It's all sugarcoating, bullshit, and fake smiles.â You glance idly at the question titled 'How Compatible Are You with Your Ideal Partner?'. You scoff, turning the page. âShe's downright ruthless.â
âHave you even tried asking her out?â
âHell yes I have. I even tried asking her to go to Dollar Night at the track.â
âYou tried asking her to go to the race track?â
âYou don't think she's a fan of ponies and alcohol?â you reply, grinning.
âI think she's a fan of punching you in the face.â
âYeah, she did not like that idea.â
There's a pause on the line.
âOkay, I'll admit that wasn't the smoothest plan.â
âOr smartest,â Cait interjects. âAnyway, are you reading a magazine right now?â
âI'm at the laundromat.â
âAnd you're reading a magazine.â
âTo pass the time,â you justify.
âMhm.â
âI'm boooored.â You set the magazine down on a nearby chair, turning back to watch your clothes spin around. âAnd I'm tired of watching my clothes spin around. It's boring. I haven't had a good date in ages.â You move to rest your head against the glass. âI need something interesting. Someone interesting.â
Your eyes move across the storefronts and streets outside of the laundromat.
Wait⌠It can't be...
But, yes.
Yes it is. It's Jinx's car.
Your gaze focuses on the shiny blue vehicle before shifting to Jinx, who gets out of the car and walks over to a nearby music store just down the road.
You hear Caitlyn's muffled voice. âDid you hear anything I just said?â
âYeah, Cait, I heard you,â you lie, taking your eyes off her car to turn your attention back to the washing machine and your phone. âUh, I'll call you back. I think I just saw Jinx.â
â
Jinx pushes the entrance door open, juggling a small bag of CDs in one hand and rifling through her purse in the other. Her lips form a small 'o' when she finally pulls her keys out...
...and looks up to see you sitting on the hood of her car. She groans to herself.
âNice ride. Vintage fenders.â You turn around to face her, leaning back against the hood.
Jinx stops a few feet away from you, shifting the bag of CDs to the other hand. âAre you following me?â
âNah,â you shrug. âI was at the laundromat,â you pause, gesturing to the building in front of the store she just walked out of. âSaw your car. Thought I'd say hi.â
âHi,â she grumbles.
Jinx walks over to her car, but you quickly stand ahead of her, placing yourself between her and her vehicle. âYou're not afraid of me, are you?â
âWhy would I be afraid of you?â she retorts, her nose wrinkling.
âSome people are,â you reply.Â
âI'm not.â âMaybe you're not afraid of me⌠but I bet you've thought about me naked.â You smirk, taking the time to wink at her.
âAm I that transparent?â she mutters. âI want you... I need you... Oh, baby, oh baby.â Jinx rolls her eyes dramatically as she tries to step around you, but you shift your body to block her path again.
âNow, don't ignore me,â you tease.
âLet me pass, I have places to be,â Jinx says irritably, trying to step around you for the third time, only for you to once again move and block her.
âCome on now,â you urge. âJust a few minutes of your time.â
âYou're being a pest,â she complains. âWhat do you want?â
âJust a little bit of your time, that's all,â you answer, holding your hands up in surrender before resting them back on the car. âC'mon. You don't have anything better to do anyway, right?â
âPiss off,â Jinx snaps, reaching out and grabbing the handle. The door swings open, throwing you off balance and causing you to topple forward.
Jinx throws the bag into the passenger seat, slams the door shut, and starts the car. She doesn't hesitate to throw the car in reverse, and you have to lunge out of the way to avoid being hit.
RUDE! You scowl in Jinx's direction, watching her drive away. With a sigh, you reach into your pocket and grab your phone, heading back into the laundromat. You begin to dial Caitlyn's number.
The phone only rings once before it's picked up immediately. âWell? what happened?â she starts without any sort of introduction.
âI just upped my price,â you declare.
âWhat?â
â200 dollars a date.â You stand your ground. âIn advance.â
âAnd why are you increasing the price?â
You sigh heavily, rubbing your forehead. âI told you she's difficult,â you remind her. âShe's prickly, short-tempered, and violent,â you explain. âI'm increasing my price because I'm taking a hell of a lot more risk dealing with her.â
âForget it.â
âForget her sister, then.â
Silence falls for a heartbeat. Then, reluctantly, she grunts. âFine. 200 dollars a date. But I want results.â
âNo promises,â you warn her. âAnd first things first, we need to find some way to make Jinx actually want to go on a date with me. How well do you know her?â
Caitlyn hums. âShe's Vi's sister, so we have some, ahâŚâ She searches for the correct word. âHistory,â she finishes awkwardly. âBut I'm not an expert on Jinx's inner workings, if that's what you're asking.â
âGreat.â That really wasn't the answer you were hoping for. How was it that Caitlyn was apparently able to make this plan without knowing anything about Jinx? âDo you think Vi would have anything?â
â...Maybe,â she responds slowly. âI could probably ask Vi.â She pauses. âActually,â Caitlyn continues. âI might know someone who... might know Jinx pretty well.â
âWho?â
âEver heard of a kid named Ekko?â
â
He glances over his shoulder at you, a paintbrush in hand. âWhat do you want?â
After a bit of searching, you're able to find Ekko at his usual spotâpainting the empty space on the school wall. Some of your friends mentioned that he usually hung out here during free periods.
âI want to know about your friend... Jinx.â
Ekko rolls his eyes, resuming his painting. âYeah, sure, stranger I donât even know.â
You huff in annoyance. âAlright, listen,â you begin. âI'm not here to cause trouble, or gossip, or any of that. IâŚâ you pause, shifting uncomfortably. âI'm trying to ask Jinx out on a date,â you explain. âSo I thought you might be able to help me.â
That makes Ekko pause. He blinks slowly, slowly glancing back over his shoulder at you. ââŚYou're shitting me, right?â
âI'm not,â you insist. âI'm being serious, alright? and I'm not getting into some of the details, but IâŚâ you pause awkwardly. âI kind of need this date to happen.â
âYou need this date?â Ekko echoes, staring at you. âThe hell does that mean?â
âI mean,â you reply, avoiding direct eye contact. âI just need it to happen, and for reasons I'm not going to disclose,â you add. âI need it to go really well. You get me?â
Ekko scoffs but nods his head. âSounds like you're desperate or something.â He sets his brush down, turning around to face you. âWhy Jinx, anyway?â
âIâŚâ you start, not really sure how to explain this to Ekko without spilling every detail. âLet's just say my reasons are my own.â
âHm.â He studies you up and down. âFirst off, who the hell even are you? how do I know you're not some creep trying to take advantage of Jinx?â
You open your mouth to defend yourself, but then close it and sigh. âOkay, you have a point,â you admit. âBut listen,â you soothe. âI'm not a creep. I'm a senior student, like you and Jinx. I want to ask Jinx on a date, and no one really knows her all that well, so I thought you could help me because she's your friend-â
Ekko shakes his head, picking up the brush once again. âNah we're not that close anymore.â He gives you a sidelong glance. âJinx and I used to be close friends a few years ago,â he explains, returning his attention to the painting. âBut things between us⌠got complicated.â
Juicy. But thatâs none of your business, and definitely not Ekko's place to share. So you move on, clearing your throat. âRight. Um⌠Okay, so back to Jinx,â you begin. âYou still know her better than most, right? you must have some good insight on her.â
âI don't know,â he replies slowly. âYeah, I know a bunch of things about Jinx. But⌠honestly, there's just as much that I don't know.â He starts painting again. âShe changes her mind like⌠every five seconds. She's unpredictable. Reckless. Wild. Dangerous.â
âI'm not here to psychoanalyze Jinx,â you clarify. âI just need to know⌠how the hell to even talk to her one-on-one, without her throwing a pencil at me or something.â
Ekko snorts. âOh, that's easy.â He glances at you through his eyelashes. âGood luck.â
â
âOf all the places you want to meet up, you chose here?â
You straighten up and glance over at Caitlyn, who's standing off to the side, looking around the place. She looks rather out of place here, especially compared to the other customers in the pubâgreasy-looking old men, rough-looking teenagers dressed in leather and denim, and drunken bums hanging around the slots.
Caitlyn grimaces as another patron spits tobacco juice to the floor. âGrossâŚâ she mutters, wrinkling her nose.
You shrug, taking a puff from your cigarette. âYou're never late,â you reply. âAnd this place is never busy. Figured it would give us privacy.â
âRight.â Caitlyn takes a seat on a nearby stool, folding her legs neatly. âSo⌠how's Ekko?â
You line up the cue ball to the 8, taking one last look down the table before glancing at Caitlyn. âUm⌠he's good,â you reply. âA bit unhelpful, but that's alright.â
You aim the cue ball at the 8 again and give it a good hard smack, watching it glide across the table. It hits the 8 ball, which rolls a few inches before stopping. Damn. Youâre just off.
âWhat about you, how's Vi?â you ask, taking a drag from your cigarette and exhaling a billowing cloud of smoke. You set the pool stick down.
Caitlyn coughs, fanning her hand in front of her face to try and clear the smoke away from her lungs. It doesn't work very well. âFirst thing you should know...â She snatches the cigarette from your hand and drops it to the floor. âShe hates smokers.â She stomps on the butt to snuff it out.
âSo, youâre telling me that I'm a-â You make air quotations with your fingers. â-non-smoker.â
âFor now, yes.â
âAlright, alright. No smoking, got it.â You lean your pool cue on the wall. âHappy?â
âAnother thingâŚâ She purses her lips, eyes flicking over your features. âVi mentioned that Jinx⌠likes pretty girls.â
Silence.
âAre you telling me I'm not pretty?â
Caitlyn jumps as soon as the words leave your mouth. âN-no!â She gestures at you. âYou're pretty. Definitely pretty.â
âWell, thatâs reassuring.â
Caitlyn reaches into her pocket, pulling out a thick sheet of paper with a few bullet points written on it. âAnyways⌠there's more.â She glances over the list, then looks back up at you. âJinx likes: âŚart, drawing, bombs, explosions, tinkering, sweets, plushies, dogs, punk music...â She continues reading down the list. âDislikes: teachers, school, rules, authority figures, boredom, being told what to do, being ignoredâŚâÂ
She shoves the list into your hands, and you stare down at the words written in neat, orderly rows. âThat's everything that I could get out of Vi.â
A few likes and a bunch of dislikesâwhat an absolute nutcase.
You look back up at Caitlyn. âSo what does that give me? am I supposed to⌠bribe her with art supplies, draw her a picture, give her some sweets, then blow up a building?â
âHave you ever been to The Last Drop?â
You respond with a nod. You've been there a few times... it's usually filled with shady people, but the alcohol is reasonably priced.
âLetters to Cleo will be playing there tomorrow night.âÂ
âNo.â
âCome on, it's just one night-â Caitlyn coaxes.
âNo.â
She gives you a nudge. âJust assail your ears for one night. It's her favorite band, after all.â
It's a stupid idea. Spending your free time in a bar, listening to some god-awful music? It's the perfect recipe for a terrible night.
But if it's what Jinx likes... âFine.â
âAtta girl,â Caitlyn grins, clearly satisfied. She pulls out her phone, glancing down at the time as her fingers dance over the screen. âOh⌠and I'm throwing a party on Friday night,â she says, looking back up at you. âIt's the perfect opportunity.â
You blink. âOpportunity for what?â
âFor you to ask out Jinx, of course.â
ââŚI'll think about it.â
â
Your car pulls up to a stop out front, the engine making a low noise. You step out of the car and start walking towards the entrance when you notice Sevika standing outside.
Sevika looks up, and her lips stretch into a smirk as she sees you. âAh, my friend,â she greets. âIt's been a while.â
You shake her hand. âIt's good to see you again, Sev.â
Sevika eyes you up, raising an eyebrow in surprise. âDidn't have you pegged for a fan,â she says. âAren't they a bit too pre-teen belly-button ring for you?â
âJust a fan of a fan,â you reply.Â
The door is slightly ajar, and you can faintly make out the music coming from inside.
âDid a blue-haired girl come in by chance?â
Sevika nods towards the door. âJust sent her through. She's with some other gal.â
You nod and head towards the entrance when Sevika calls out to you. âWhat happened to that girl you brought in last time?â
Ah, right. It has been a few months. âI dunno,â you reply with a shrug. âI just never called her again.â
Sevika chuckles and shakes her head. âThat figures.â
You squeeze through the crowded floor and eventually find an open spot at the bar. The music from the stage is so loud you can feel the floor vibrating under your feet.
You flag down the bartender and place an order, then start idly scanning the crowd. You can make out a flash of blue hair, and your gaze lands on Jinx singing along to the chorus of the song.
You rest against the counter and watch Jinx dancing along to the music. Sheâs happy, and surprisingly, no âattitudeâ is presentânot the usual scowls, or frowns, or cold looks.
Seeing her like this⌠giddy, with a wide smile and flushed face, makes you find yourself⌠smiling.
Huh. Thatâs... something.
â
Jinx, who is thisclose to having her eardrums explode, yells at the top of her lungs, âI NEED AGUA!â
âSorry, what?â Lux yells over the music.
âI need agua!â Jinx yells again.
âAgua?â
Jinx nods and points to the bar.
âAlright!â Lux yells, but Jinx is already pushing past her through the crowd.
Jinx manages to reach the bar and signals for the bartender. She glances around as she waits, her eyes landing on you a few feet away.Â
Shiiit.
Before she can catch your eyes, you look at a random patron nearby, pretending to be looking at something else.
The bartender walks up to Jinx, shouting over the music. âWhat can I get for you?â
âTwo waters,â she responds, casting a glance back in your direction only to find you completely focused on the stage.
The bartender brings out a pair of water bottles from the cooler and sets them on the counter. Jinx fishes out some change and pays, then grabs the water bottles.
She approaches from behind and raps a knuckle on your shoulder. âIf you're planning on asking me out again, you might as well do it already.â
Playing dumb, you gesture back at the stage. âDo you mind? you're kind of ruining it for me.â
Jinx seethes, but stays where she is. âYou're not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke.â
The music dies down for a while to give the band a rest, so you no longer have to yell over the music. You turn to face her. âI know. I quit.â
âYou... did?â Jinx gives you a weird look, trying to figure out your angle here. âAre you feeling alright?â
That's a pretty fair question, to be honest, because for once in your life, you're actively not trying to flirt with someone.
What's even more weird is that Jinx is actually engaging with the conversation. Jinx moves closer to the stool, standing beside you. âSince when?â
You clear your throat, avoiding her gaze. âSince⌠yesterday.â
âYesterday? you quit smoking just yesterday?â
âJust yesterday.â
Jinx looks you up and down. âWhy?â
You look over at the band, who are currently changing out their gear. âBecause... apparently they're bad for you,â you mumble. With a shrug, you gesture back towards the stage. âThey're no Bikini Kill or the Raincoats,â you reply. âBut they're alright.â
You step into the crowd, and Jinx is surprised enough to be momentarily stupefied. âWait-â she sputters before following you. âYou know who the Raincoats are?â
You stop in the middle of the crowd, spinning to face her. âWhy? don't you?â you ask. âI saw how you were dancing out there. Iâve never seen you look like that...â
âI.. well, I-â she stutters, before clearing her throat and collecting herself. âYeah, I do,â she replies. âI'm into grunge and punk and stuff. Ever heard of Nirvana?â
You scoff. âOf course. Who hasn't?â
Jinx laughs, and you resist the urge to smile when you hear it. âYeah, fair point. What about... Siouxsie and the Banshees?â
âLove them. But you can't tell me you don't know The Damned?â
Jinx's eyes light up at the mention of The Damned. âHell yeah, they're awesome,â she exclaims, before frowning. âWait, how do you know The Damned?â
You give yourself a pat on the back. Nailed it. âExcuse you, I have excellent taste in music,â you reply. âHow do you know The Damned?â
âI'll have you know, I'm very into music,â she retorts. âI've got a collection of 1300 CDs. Mostly punk and grunge, but some 70s rock and other stuff.â
Her response is a pleasant surprise to you⌠and maybe attractive. But you squash that thought down because she's Jinx, and no way are you going to feel your heart flutter at anything this woman does.
You whistle. âOnly 1,300? That's cute. I have almost 2,000.âÂ
âNo way.â She shakes her head. âNo WAY you have 2,000 CDs. You're bluffing.â
âI'm not,â you insist. âI've got 2,000 pieces of music in my home.â
âDamn. You got me beat, then.â She looks around the club, then looks back at you. âAnyway, I gotta-â
âCome to Caitlyn's party with me. Friday night,â you cut her off.
â-Why should I?âÂ
â-Because I guarantee you'll have a fantastic time.âÂ
She laughs at your persistence. âYou never give up, do you?â she mutters before walking away through the large crowd.
âWas that a yes?â you yell after her.
Her only response is a middle finger held high in the air.
You cup your hands around your mouth. âI'll see you at 9:30 then!â
This is good. Not great, maybe, but not awful either. You didn't get kicked in the face for asking, so you're taking that as a win.
â
âHow did it go?â
You tap your fingers on the steering wheel. âHey, CaitâŚâ you hesitate, glancing around at the empty street. âHow much money does it take to buy 2,000 CDs?â
The line goes dead.
âŚ
After a few minutes of silence, it rings again.
âYou've got to be kidding me.â
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Kidnapped(?) - Malleus x reader
You were sick of the taxes imposed by the aristocrats in your already poverty stricken village. Your idea of a solution? Kidnap their young master , and make them reduce taxes as the ransom, of course. Only problem is that you went into the wrong manor and kidnapped the wrong young master.
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Itâs far too late for a sane person to be awake, let alone breaking into an aristocratic manor, but here you are, perched atop a wrought iron fence. You inhale deeply, the cool night air doing nothing to calm the wild thudding of your heart. Sure, youâve trespassed on fancy estates beforeâwho hasnât?âbut this time, youâre aiming high. Really high.
Tonight, youâre going to kidnap the young master.
It sounded less ridiculous in your head, but the villageâs plight had pushed you this far. Unfair taxes, people going hungry, all thanks to the greed of the lordâs family holed up in their luxurious estate. Someone needed to stand up for the people. That someone just happened to be you.
Youâd never kidnapped anyone before, but how hard could it be? Grab the rich guy, ask for a ransomâspecifically, less ridiculous taxesâand stroll away like a hero. Easy.
The manor looms in front of you, all dark windows and dramatic architecture. It's almost too easy to slip past the guards. You start to wonder if theyâre just really bad at their jobs or if this is some elaborate setup. Still, you canât help but smirk. Youâre so good at this, itâs almost criminal.
Well, it is criminal. But you know, details.
Inside, the place is eerily quiet. Every shadow seems to be watching you as you slink through the halls, making your way toward the young masterâs room. Youâve heard the rumorsâaloof, cold, basically allergic to feelings. Intimidating him into compliance? Piece of cake.
After a few minutes of creeping around like a ninja, you find a room with the door slightly ajar. A faint light flickers inside. Jackpot. You steady your breath, grip your very intimidating (okay, slightly makeshift) weapon, and push the door open.
Sitting at a desk, seemingly unfazed by your dramatic entrance, is the young master.
âAh,â he says, turning slowly to look at you. Thereâs a glimmer of... curiosity? in his eyes. âA visitor. How... unexpected.â
You blink. This is not going to plan. Whereâs the panic? The yelling for help? The appropriate reaction to being ambushed at night?
Determined to salvage the situation, you wave your weapon and try your best "intimidating kidnapper" voice. âYouâre coming with me! Iâm here to kidnap you, and if you want to see your precious manor again, youâll lower the village taxes!â
Thereâs a beat of silence.
The young master raises an eyebrow. âYouâre kidnapping me? How... amusing.â
Amusing? You falter. âThis isnât a joke,â you insist, shaking your weapon for emphasis. âIâm serious! Ransom, taxes, starving villagersâringing any bells?â
Instead of, say, panicking or fleeing, the young master stands up from his chair, all calm and composed, like this is a perfectly normal Tuesday night activity. âVery well. I suppose I should humor you.â
You blink again, utterly at a loss. âWait... youâre just agreeing to this?â
âOf course.â He tilts his head, giving you a strange, intrigued look. âIâve never been kidnapped before. It sounds rather... interesting.â
And just like that, he strolls toward the door as if this is his idea. You scramble to follow, wondering what exactly youâve gotten yourself into.
As you lead him through the estate, youâre still grappling with the bizarre reality of the situation. Here you are, attempting to kidnap someone, and the guy is practically rolling out a red carpet for you.
âYou know,â you mutter, glancing over at him, âmost people donât just let themselves be kidnapped. Itâs not really how this works.â
He turns to you with a serene smile thatâs entirely too pleasant for a hostage. âWhy should I resist? You donât seem the type to harm me.â
You narrow your eyes. Is he flirting? Intentionally or not, this guyâs nerve is off the charts.
âI didnât catch your name,â he says suddenly, voice smooth as silk.
âIâm not giving my name to my hostage,â you snap back. This is Kidnapping 101.
âAh, of course.â He nods, clearly amused. âThen Iâll introduce myself instead. I am Malleus Draconia.â
Your stomach drops to the floor. Malleus Draconia. THE Malleus Draconia. The name practically vibrates with power and danger, and you suddenly realize youâve made a colossal mistake. You havenât kidnapped the young master of the manorâyouâve kidnapped the prince of the fae.
âOh no,â you mutter, horror creeping into your voice. âOh no, oh no, this is bad. This is really bad.â
Malleus watches you with mild amusement, an eyebrow raised. âWhy the sudden distress?â
You whirl on him. âYouâre Malleus Draconia! Iâ I wasnât supposed to kidnap you! This is a mistakeâlike, a huge mistake. Iâll just let you go and we can pretend this never happened, okay?â
But instead of looking concerned, Malleus just smiles wider, a wicked little gleam in his eyes. âLet me go? But Iâm having so much fun.â
You gape at him. âYou... want to stay kidnapped?â
âIndeed.â He seems completely unbothered by the sheer absurdity of the situation. âItâs been quite some time since Iâve had such an engaging evening.â
Well. This is officially the weirdest night of your life.
The night only gets stranger when you run into his retainers.
âYoung Master!â a voice bellows, and you look up to see a tall, green-haired fae charging toward you, fury in his eyes. âWhat is going on here?!â
Before you can even explain, Malleus casually steps in. âAh, Sebek. Allow me to introduce my kidnapper.â
Sebek freezes mid-charge, eyes wide. âY-Your... kidnapper?!â
Malleus nods with an unnervingly calm smile. âYes. Isnât it wonderful?â
Sebekâs brain seems to short-circuit, and he storms off, shouting something about telling Lilia and Silver. You groan, burying your face in your hands. âThis is a disaster.â
Malleus, of course, chuckles softly beside you. âOn the contrary. I think itâs rather amusing.â
Of course he does.
By the time Lilia and Silver arrive, youâve already resigned yourself to your fate. At least theyâll make your execution quick, right?
But Lilia just grins mischievously, clearly enjoying the spectacle. âWell, well. This is certainly the most interesting kidnapping Iâve seen in centuries.â
Silver, on the other hand, just raises a brow. âHe seems to be enjoying himself.â
Malleus smiles at you, as though being abducted by a random stranger is the highlight of his week. âQuite.â
Youâre about to protest when Malleus turns to his retainers with a firm nod. âIâd like to speak to my kidnapper alone.â
Sebek looks like heâs going to explode, but Malleusâs sharp glance shuts him up. Lilia throws you a wink as they all leave, and just like that, youâre alone with the fae prince. Again.
Malleus steps closer, his calm mask slipping just a little. âYou know, Iâve grown quite fond of this little adventure.â
You blink up at him. âAre you serious?â
He tilts his head, lips quirking into a smile. âI propose a deal. Iâll help your village with the taxes. In return, youâll... continue kidnapping me.â
Your jaw drops. âWait... you want me to keep kidnapping you?â
âYes. Itâs been rather fun.â His eyes twinkle with amusement. âWhat do you say?â
You sigh, rubbing your temples. âThis is the weirdest deal Iâve ever made.â
Malleus grins, entirely too pleased with himself. âWonderful. Now, shall we shake on it?â
And so, your bizarre, extremely non-traditional kidnapping arrangement begins.
Every few days, itâs the same: you sneak into his manor (more like casually walk in, since he always leaves the window open for you now), and the two of you embark on whatever adventure catches your whimsy. Sometimes itâs sneaking into human markets where Malleus marvels at the mundaneâlike street food or ridiculous trinkets. Other times, you explore abandoned castles with winding, forgotten hallways that echo with untold stories.
Itâs almost normal now, the way he expects you to âabductâ him with little more than a raised eyebrow and a soft chuckle as you half-heartedly demand his presence for another outing. The most feared prince of the fae is now, apparently, your willing partner in crime.
The first time you take him to a local fair, though, you realize just how out of his element he truly is. Malleus spends a good twenty minutes, completely entranced, watching a cotton candy machine.
âIs it... magic?â he asks, his (very pretty) eyes locked onto the swirling pink clouds as the vendor twirls the sugary fluff onto a stick.
You canât help but laugh, the sound coming out far more amused than you intended. âNope. Just sugar spun into fluff. Youâve really never seen this before?â
Malleus watches the process with a reverence usually reserved for ancient relics, finally accepting the cotton candy as if itâs some kind of delicate treasure. He takes a cautious bite, his expression lighting up like a childâs.
âIncredible,â he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. âIt dissolves on the tongue.â
You bite back another laugh at the sight of this powerful fae prince, someone who commands fear from almost everyone around him, completely taken by spun sugar. âGlad you like it.â
After that, itâs a night of him eagerly trying every strange, sticky fair food he can find, utterly fascinated by things as simple as corn dogs and funnel cake. You can't decide if itâs endearing or a little embarrassing, but either way, youâre having more fun than youâve had in a long time.
As the weeks pass, the more you look forward to your little "kidnapping" escapades, and that in itself is a whole other problem. Malleusâs wide-eyed curiosity about the human world is... strangely adorable, and while heâs still every bit the regal fae prince, thereâs something endearing about the way he asks you questions about everyday things with such genuine interest. Heâs surprisingly easy to talk to, his quiet intelligence making for great conversationâwhen heâs not completely sidetracked by things like human street food.
The more time you spend with him, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth creeping up on you. Youâre starting to fall for him. Itâs ridiculous, and yet... here you are.
Of course, not everything goes smoothly.
âHuman!â Sebek shouts dramatically one afternoon as you and Malleus return from yet another outing. âHow dare you abduct the Young Master again!â
You roll your eyes, half-expecting this by now. âSebek, Iâve told you before. He wants me to kidnap him.â
Sebek bristles, sputtering indignantly, his green hair practically standing on end. âLies! The Young Master would never allowââ
âSebek,â Malleus interrupts, his tone calm, but with that unmistakable edge that immediately silences his retainer. âI went willingly. Again.â
Sebekâs jaw drops, looking like someone just told him the sky isnât blue. âBut... Young Master...â
Malleus gives him a slow, deliberate look, his lips curving into a faint, almost predatory smile. âYou should try it sometime. You may find it... enlightening. Although,â he turns to you, his voice soft but with an unmistakable possessiveness, âyouâll have to find another human. This one is already mine.â
Your breath hitches as Malleusâs words hang in the air, and you can't help but feel your heart skip a beat. Sebek, meanwhile, looks utterly scandalized, his eyes wide as saucers. Lilia, who has been watching the whole thing with far too much amusement, claps Sebek on the back.
âDonât look so shocked,â Lilia chuckles. âLet them have their fun.â
Sebek looks like he's about to explode, but instead storms off, muttering something about propriety, while Silver smirks quietly from the sidelines.
One night, after another "kidnapping," you find yourself sitting beside Malleus on a hill overlooking the village, the faint glow of the fair still visible in the distance. The stars hang bright overhead, and thereâs a soft stillness between you as the cool air nips at your skin.
Malleusâs voice breaks the quiet, low and thoughtful. âYouâve given me more than I expected.â
You glance at him, curious. âWhat do you mean?â
He turns to you, his dark eyes holding a depth you hadnât seen before. âCompanionship. I hadnât realized how much I longed for it until... until you.â
Your heart does something funny at his words, the raw sincerity of them tugging at something deep inside you. Without thinking, you reach out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face, your fingertips grazing his skin. The air between you seems to still.
âIâve grown... quite fond of you,â he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable.
You swallow, feeling your pulse quicken. âMalleus, Iââ
But before you can find the words, Malleus leans in, his eyes never leaving yours, and you feel the warmth of his hand gently cup your cheek. The world seems to fade away as you both hover there, caught between anticipation and something more.
âI do believe,â he whispers, his lips brushing against your skin as his eyes darken with something you canât quite name, âthat Iâm falling for you, my little kidnapper.â
Your heart stutters, and before you know it, youâre closing the space between you, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss. For a moment, everything else ceases to matterâno fair, no adventures, no strange arrangements. Just the two of you, finally giving in to the pull thatâs been drawing you together for weeks.
When you pull back, breathless, Malleus smiles, and itâs the softest, most genuine smile youâve ever seen from him. âDoes this mean,â he says, his voice still low and teasing, âyouâll continue kidnapping me?â
You laugh softly, feeling the warmth of his words settle deep in your chest. âI suppose I donât have much of a choice, do I?â
Malleus grins, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. âNo, I suppose not.â
And honestly? You wouldnât have it any other way.
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Do they purr - genshin non-humans
á Zhongli ⧠Xiao ⧠Wanderer ⧠Albedo ⧠Venti
Notes: Holy hell how do I have 50 followers??? THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR SUPPORTING MY SILLY MUSINGS. This literally was just my way to learn how to write smut and post self-indulgent head canons but Iâm glad people are enjoying this with me :DDDD
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Yes, 100%. He will deny it every time but lay on this manâs chest, maybe press a kiss to his jaw, and his chest is going like a fucking engine. He will insist that itâs not a purr, itâs simply a content growlâ or perhaps a rumble, at most. He isnât some measly cat, after all, he is a mighty dragon, the Prime Adeptusâ
Itâs definitely a purr.
Get him a cat ear hairband. He will give you the most long-suffering, unamused look while he wears them, but he will wear them. Anything for his beloved âĄ~
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No, unfortunately. You have found no evidence that your stone-faced Yaksha is capable of emitting a purr, or purr-like sound (though certainly not for lacking of trying).
However⌠there is the matter of whether he is able to trill or coo like a bird, given that is his true nature.
He gets annoyed when you ask him, adamant that is not something he can do, and how dare you even entertain such a notion. Have you no respect for the adepti? Hmph.
âŚbut you swear youâve heard him chirp when you catch him off guard: kissing him without warning or praising him unabashedly.
It seems this will require further investigation.
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Not purring, but whirring!! Got this idea from @seabirdtxt âs Glitch in Irminsul fic (itâs SAGAU focused on the diff vers of scara existing at the same time, go read it itâs great) and it just makes so much sense to me.
As a mechanical puppet, and an advanced one at that, Scara has tons of machinery going on inside of him. Though it usually canât be heard, if you get especially close to his chestâ a privilege only reserved for you and maybe Nahida during hugs âyou can hear the whirring and clicking of his moving parts inside. It doesnât sound the same as a purr, not exactly, but itâs pretty damn close.
Most of the time itâs pretty faint, but sometimes Scara might just make it louderâ itâs got nothing to do with the way your face lights up or how you smile when you hear it, donât be stupid.
Of course, the only way he can make the noise louder is by overworking his system, making the parts inside move faster than theyâre supposed to. If he does it too much or for too long, wellâŚ
Youâll know itâs time to lecture him on taking better care of himself when he starts burning up. Overheating is the first sign heâs about to overload his system and shut down (or from everyone elseâs perspective: pass out).
Youâre the only one who can make him stupid enough to be willing to break his own mechanisms just to see that adorable ridiculous expression on your face. (He might come back to his senses in a petulant huff if you start calling him a cat, tho)
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Sadly, purring is not a feature homunculi come with. But this is Albedo weâre talking about, he can definitely figure it out.
He wonât tell you just what idea youâve sparked with your questionâ you always worry when he starts self-experimenting âbut itâll be fine! He takes all the necessary precautions, limits any risk, because thereâs always some risk in life, and downs a concoction or two in his quest to see if he can change the makeup of his own body. As an artificial life form, heâs less delicate than an organic one, so he doesnât need to worry about pesky issues like rearranging his (non-existent) organs in a fatal manner.
And it works! Well, sort of. You come back home to a boyfriend that is fully capable of purring!! And also!! Has, uh, cat earsâŚ
Albedo would consider it a successâ he accomplished his goal, even if there were a few side effects. And you get a pretty catboy equipped with the cute, twitching ears and a fuzzy blonde tail; everybody wins! âĄ
Of course, thereâs always the chance his experiment just turns him into a cat entirely⌠but it wears off after a day or so, so itâs not the worst thing Albedoâs done to himself.
Either way, congratulations, he can now purr for the next 24 hours. And regardless of his cat-to-boy ratio, he will be expecting pets. Get to it~
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He has bird vocalisations! Except heâs worse at hiding it then Xiao may or may not be. Itâs not outright chirping, but it is a cooing trill in the back of his throat, too vibrational to be a regular hum.
Itâs the sound he makes when heâs perfectly content, laying in a warm patch of sun on the soft grass, sat atop a roof with alcohol warming his veins, and curled up in your arms, round cheek smushed against your chest. He takes in a deep breath, filling his lungs with your scent, and then releasing it in a sigh, accompanied by the musical tones of his little trill.
He makes shorter ones when heâs pleasantly surprised; when you unexpectedly toss him an apple or pat his head. Heâll grin or lean into the touch and make that sound in his throat. Too quiet to be heard by the people around you over the din of the town, but youâll hear it. Itâs a sound just for you âĄ
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pairing: Max Verstappen x reader
summary: Red Bull Racing has a new sponsor. You host a party as the head of that company to celebrate this agreement. Max has no choice but to attend, but the evening ends with a pleasant surprise after he meets you in person. Maybe he was wrong about you all along.
note: I'm everything but a scientist. If you are one, please, ignore the amount of inaccuracies. There must be a lot.
part two
âYou're insane,â Robert told you for the hundredth time that day when he arrived at your place, although every time there was a little laugh accompanying the comment.
Maybe he was right. Deciding to spend over three hundred million dollars on sponsoring an F1 team did sound insane, but he did agree to do it, and you signed the contract together. Sure, sixty percent of the company was yours, it was mainly your call, but he was still your mentor.
But he didn't stand in your way, he knew how passionate you were about this sport, and your biotech company could use the PR and marketing opportunities that came with this partnership. And let's not forget about the political aspect, because there were lots of important people who loved the sport and supported a top team like Red Bull Racing.
Your assistant came up to you to ask a few questions, but once she was gone, you folded your arms and stuck out your tongue at Robert. âYouâre just jealous because it was my idea. Jokes aside, it's a good thing. F1 comes to the US so many times these years, it's good to be a big sponsor of a top team. Have you seen what kind of people attend the races? Exactly who we need to charm.â
âYou never had an issue with charming people without such a big investment,â he noted with a sigh.
You bit your lower lip and turned away to look out into the backyard that was by now full of party decorations. You wanted to celebrate the announcement with an elegant party at your place, and you invited board members, top employees, some important people to schmooze with, and people from the newly sponsored F1 team.
âWe need some legislation changes to kickstart the new project, you know that,â you told him eventually when you turned back to him. âI wish we could afford to be patient, but we need to launch it as soon as we can.â
Robert put a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed it. âYou stress too much about that. Take it easy,â he said.
Easier said than done, but you didn't want to continue this conversation. âI need to get rid of my yoga pants and change into something red, so make yourself at home as usual,â you told him with a smile before rushing away.
âOh, so you're still a Ferrari fan, aren't you?â he called after you, bringing up the elephant in the room.
With a laugh, you came to a halt and spinned on your heels to face him again. âYeah, and my favorite team is a joke at the moment. This was purely a business decision.â
Max did his research. Well, it was mostly the team handing out dossiers about the host and her business partner, along with a couple of other important people who were expected to attend the party, but he did read every single page and memorized each and every one of them.
When he reached the gate of his destination, he found armed guards outside, and he let out a frustrated groan at the sight. It was ridiculous. He didn't even want to be here. But he had to be a good boy and attend to act as the poster boy of the team. Hopefully he just says hi, maybe says a few words about how great this partnership will be, exchanges a few sentences with a few people and that would be it.
âLoosen up a bit, you look terribly tense,â Adrian told him from the passenger seat.
Easy for him, at least he would have a funny story to tell at the party. The car he wanted to come with had been stolen from the hotelâs garage, and no one knew how anyone could take it. This gave him the ammunition to keep up conversations. Lucky bastard.
Meanwhile, what was he supposed to talk about? Driving? He talks about that all the time. His hobbies? These people probably weren't the target audience. âIâm not in the mood for this,â he eventually replied with a sigh.
âNo one is, but sometimes we just have to play nice and schmooze with our sponsors. This is the first time they support an F1 team, I guess they're just excited.â
âYeah, I know that,â Max replied with a roll of his eyes. âI just⌠I don't know, with all the things I've heard about our host, it sounds like she is some real life female Tony Stark. She already built such a huge company, she's responsible for big innovations, and she was on Forbes' 30 under 30 list⌠I mean, come on.â
Adrian watched him with a deep frown. âDoes it have anything to do with the fact she's a woman?â
Okay, this was getting ridiculous. âGod, no, it's because of her age. This isn't some app you can make in a college dorm, then sell for a lot of money. Building that company must have taken a lot of work, she couldn't have done it alone, yet every article the team cherry-picked for us failed to mention how she did it.â
âWell, from what I've read elsewhere, her partner really did help her with the administrative part of the project, but they talked to investors together. She's smart, and nice, and I one hundred percent believe she's capable of achieving this at her age. Might I add she's only a year younger than you? You don't seem to be in such a bad situation at your age either.â
Max took a deep breath to calm himself, but in the end he couldnât hold back the painful grunt that's been waiting to come out. âI'm miserable,â he noted sadly as he parked the car.
But Adrian wasn't in the mood for this. âYou're just whining now,â he pointed out patiently.
âWhatever.â
They got out of the car and walked up to the main entrance, passing by some people who looked like boring businessmen and their airhead partners. Maybe there was a politician among them too, at least one with a big voice sure made him believe that.
Inside the two of them separated, and Max took his time to take a look around. The house was impressive; four stories as he counted outside, modern, clean design, combined with a huge backyard that ended in a lake. It must have been peaceful when there was no crowd around.
After a while he went back inside but was soon intercepted by Christian. Crap, so much for a peaceful evening. âOh, and here's Max,â he said happily as he put a hand on his shoulder and guided him over to their little group.
âHi,â was all Max managed to come up with.
âWelcome,â you said with a warm smile. âAnd good luck for this year.â
âThanks.â
You turned to his boss with a curious look. âAnd where's Checo? I thought he would be coming as well.â
Christian seemed a little uneasy, but he managed to explain the absence of the team's other driver. âHe has a family emergency,â he replied curtly.
Max bit the inside of his cheek in order to keep back a comment. He didn't want to attend this stupid party either, but for some reason he didn't have a choice. He never had a choice.
To his surprise, you began to laugh at this, then took a sip of your champagne with a mischievous look in your eyes. âOh, the real get out of jail free card,â you noted.
Max snorted at this, and there was no way he could hide the huge grin that wanted to break out. All right, you got a brownie point for this comment, that's for sure.
âI'm sure he would love to be here,â Christian assured you.
âSure.â You remained silent for a while, but just when Max was beginning to assume an awkward break would settle into the conversation, you spoke up again. âWell, I'm glad you're all here. Thank you for taking the time. Please, just make yourselves at home, and enjoy the rest of the evening.â
At one point Adrian joined the little group and decided to become a part of the conversation with one last question. âWhere's Mr. Hartford?â he asked.
You let out a thoughtful hum as you looked around. âI don't know, last time I saw him he was talking to a board member. But I'm sure he'll find and greet you too. Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to say hello to a few more people. Have fun.â
The three of them watched as you walked away, and Max couldn't help but appreciate the view. That red jumpsuit you wore tonight hugged your figure so perfectly it almost made him drool. Almost. He could easily push that stupid part of his mind to the side for now. He couldn't let himself be fooled into believing you really were oh so perfect, there had to be something that was wrong with you.
âDid it kill you?â he heard Adrian's voice, and when he turned to him, he saw a knowing smile on his face.
Meanwhile Christian looked a little confused. âDid what kill him?â
âTalking to her.â
âWhat, you had an issue with that?â
âNo,â Max protested, sending a disapproving look to the engineer who only laughed at him.
âSure? You sounded kinââ he began, but was quickly interrupted.
âYou two are insufferable, you know that, right?â Max asked them with a sigh, then rolled his eyes and left without waiting for their answer. All he wanted was a quiet corner and another glass of champagne, maybe a few bites of those delicious sliders a waiter offered him not long ago.
âAre you planning to come up with something that can race against Neuralink?â
Oh, for fuckâs sake, not this again. But you forced a polite smile on your face and took a deep breath. âIt's easy to come up with new, flashy innovations, but let's not forget that the root of the problem is always a bioethical one. Let's take them and their animal testing procedures for example. Whether you like it or not, euthanizing so many animals does raise ethical questions.â
âBut it's for a greater good,â another man noted, earning a few nods from the people around him.
âI don't know, I believe we need to find a way to test new technologies without hurting anything or anyone first. That's one of the things we're working on at the moment. Also there's another bioethical aspect, and that's the fact these things would be expensive. The general availability is highly questionable, it would only help the rich.â
That one politician you had no choice but to invite despite every cell in your body protesting against it began to laugh at this. âAnd what's wrong with that as long as they pay?â
Oh, you son of a bitch, how could you be so dense? You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself, but it was really hard at the moment. Luckily, Robert realized that this was a touchy subject, so he put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.
âWhat she's trying to say is that it should be more than just a discussion about profit,â he began to explain. âSure, that's important to finance our research, but science is supposed to help people.â
The man gave him a condescending look, as if he was disappointed that you would both choose to help people instead of earning a lot of money. What he didn't understand was the fact your company had highly profitable solutions, which gave you the opportunity to work on things that weren't as successful financially.
âFor us,â you suddenly began, your finger moving in a circle as a sign that you were talking about the members of this little group, âgoing to a private hospital to get treatment and paying for our prescribed medication is normal. But let's not forget that almost 8 percent of the US population is uninsured. That's 26 million people. Let's say they start coughing. What do they do? They turn to home remedies because they can't afford the medical bill. Then things get worse as it turns into pneumonia and if they're lucky, they can go to a free clinic where they're prescribed meds. But can they pay for them?â
Robert nodded, then went on to add, âAnd it can be anything, really, even something contagious.â Clever. That guy was known for being a germaphobe, if anything, that could surely get his attention.
But he remained silent and a woman jumped in to drive the conversation instead of him. âWhat about different cybernetic implants? I mean, those are pretty impressive in movies, but how close are we to actually having them?â
You shrugged. âDepends on who you ask.â
A painful half an hour later you and Robert went outside, walking all the way out to the lake to build a little distance from the guests. âThanks for backing me up there,â you told him before taking a sip of your cocktail.
âAnytime,â he said as he clinked his glass with yours.
Before he could say anything else, though, you heard someone clear their throat behind you. The both of you turned around and saw Max stand there with his hands in his pockets, watching you with a polite smile.
âYou have a second?â he asked.
âSure,â you replied as you took a few steps closer to him.
âI have to go, I just wanted to thank you for the invitation and say goodbye.â
You weren't used to guests you didn't really know coming over to say goodbye before they left. Most people usually just got in their cars and drove off without a word, but honestly, you were honestly grateful for that. But this goodbye was flattering, after all you could see it on his face that under the polite smile he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
With a nod, you held out your hand, and he took it without thinking. âThanks for coming. I hope you could enjoy yourself a little bit. I know it's not a fun kind of party.â
âIt was okay. Well, except for that woman who was raging about people who want to replace real meat with artificial meat,â he added with a laugh.
You froze and your eyes slowly narrowed at him. âWait a second.â
Max looked genuinely confused, and his hand was still holding yours without either of you realizing it. âWhat?â he asked you.
âYou're a genius! Excuse me.â
As you dropped his hand and began to walk away, he turned to Robert with a confused look on his face. âWhat did I say?â No response, only a shrug. âWhere are you going?â he called after you.
âTo the lab,â you finally told him without looking back.
Once again, Max turned back to the other man. âShe's leaving her own party?â
âShe has a lab in the basement,â you called back to answer his question.
Robertâs lips curled into an understanding smile. âSend me a text if it's something worth looking into,â he said, then turned back to Max and held up his hands. âUsually it's better not to ask.â
Despite Robert's warning, Max was now way too curious to simply ignore your strange behavior. He wanted to know what was going on in your head, so he followed you to the lab inside the house. He first arrived in an office, but through the huge windows he could see the actual lab.
âIs everything okay?â he asked after he softly knocked on the open door.
âHmm?â You turned around with a questioning look, but once you realized it was him, you nodded. âOh, yeah, sure. What are you doing here?â
Max walked inside, feeling completely out of place. âYou ran away so abruptly that I wanted to know what's going on.â
âYou gave me an idea, that's what's going on.â
âOookay⌠And what was the idea?â he asked as he watched you sit behind the desk and enter your password to unlock the laptop that was connected to several monitors.
âUsing something artificial instead of the real thing. That way we can bypass a barrier that's been blocking us,â you replied without looking at him.
âYou lost me.â
A sweet little laugh left your lips, a sound that drew him closer as if it was a sirenâs song. âAll right, can you promise to keep your mouth shut about what I'm about to tell you?â Max nodded, so you grabbed the chair next to you, then pulled it closer and pointed at it to make him sit down. âGood. So one of the issues with bioprinting is that we can't be sure whether or not the cells we're working with are damaged, meaning if there's a possibility of cancer showing up later on for example.â
You were so enthusiastic, but he was so damn lost. It was the result of an unfamiliar territory, and the fact his mind could mostly focus on the way your lips moved instead of the words that left them. âWait, what's bioprinting exactly?â he asked, unsure if he had the right idea.
Nodding, you clicked on something and it brought up a video feed. âFor example, this,â you said with a proud smile.
It looked like a 3D printer, that much he knew, but what it was printing was a mystery at the moment. âWhat's that?â
âA 3D printed heart that's being made from my own cells,â you replied with a wide grin. âGive it another few days and it'll be ready.â
âIs that real?â
âYep. Although, and that's what I've just mentioned, I can't guarantee it doesn't have cancerous cells. But theoretically speaking, someone awaiting transplant could get it.â
Max let out a thoughtful hum as he looked back at you. âSo what does it have to do with artificial things?â
âThat's how we bypass the damaged cell issue. We just need to create artificial cells that we can then turn into whatever we want them to be.â
âYou think it could work?â
After thinking about it for a short while, you eventually shrugged. âMaybe,â you said quietly as you leaned back in your swivel chair. âI need to put a team together and discuss our options, then we'll see. As of now it's just a wild idea.â
âInteresting.â
To be honest, he could spend the whole night doing nothing but listening to you talk about your work. Meeting you in person changed the way he had thought about you before arriving here, and now he wanted to use this opportunity to get to know you better.
He did a quick search after first talking to you, and he read an article from the end of the last year that stated you were single. That was two months ago, maybe that hadn't changed since then. But something told him you were way too in love with your career to worry about romantic relationships, so if he wanted to get your attention, he probably had to work hard for it.
Your phone's screen lit up on the desk and he didn't miss the wallpaper. It was one of those prayer circle memes with Charlesâ photo on it, which made him realize something. âYou're a Ferrari and Charles fan?â he asked you with a raised eyebrow.
âYep, already getting ready for prayer circles as you can see,â you replied with a laugh as you showed him the screen. âThat's their only hope, I swear.â
âThen why are you sponsoring us?â he asked.
âA business decision in its purest form.â
Was he disappointed? Maybe a little bit. In his head he was already making up scenarios, like the first time you went to a race to support himâyes, he was getting ahead of himself, so whatâand now it felt like a bomb had been dropped on his plans. Sure, as a sponsor or his girlfriend you'd physically be in their garage, but your heart would be with the Italians.
Max let out a sigh as he nodded. âAnd here I was, thinking you just wanted to see your company's logo on a fast car. Didn't know you were actually watching the races.â He tried to keep a casual tone to make it sound like it didn't hurt him, but he had a feeling his disappointment was seeping through the cracks.
Because you remained silent for a while, and when you finally spoke up, your voice was soft and quiet. âMaybe there are a lot of things you don't know.â
âYeah, maybe,â he responded as he rolled closer to you.
The sadness he felt slipped away as soon as it came, because it was like he got under your spell the moment he got close enough to you. Your pretty eyes were following his every move, carefully watching him as you waited for whatever was to come.
It only took him a minute to make up his mind, to take a risk and see if you were willing to play this little game with him. So he raised his hand and curled his index finger to signal you to move over to him with a playful smile on his lips. âCâmere,â he said quietly.
To his surprise, you didn't hesitate to do as you were told, you stood up and sat in his lap with your arms around his neck, meeting him halfway for a kiss. The need for something more grew inside him as the kiss deepened, and a small part of his mind shifted its focus to your jumpsuit, trying to figure out the fastest way to get you out of it.
âI'm going home on Sunday. Come with me,â he suddenly spoke up, pulling away a little to look you in the eye. âStay for a few days. Or a week or two,â he tried with a cheeky grin.
You leaned back to reach for your phone that you left on the desk, but he had his hands firmly on your bottom to keep you in place. âI can't reach my phone,â you said with a pout. âI can't tell you if I can go without it.â
With a sigh, he rolled the two of you closer to the desk so you could get it, but he didn't take his hands off of you. As you checked your calendar, humming every now and then, he couldn't help but start and place kisses in the crook of your neck.
âHow about the week after that?â you asked him as you lowered your phone. âWe have meetings with the CFO, an important meeting with a certain someone that I can't delay or skip, and I want to put together the team to test my new idea. Next week's pretty crowded.â
Max cupped your cheek and made you look at him. âIf there's one thing we learned from Covid is that you can do these things online. Come on, I have fast and stable connection back home,â he tried with a smile.
âBut you'll let me work,â you told him sternly, to which he only responded with a laugh before kissing you again. âI hate you.â
âYou don't, and you know it.â
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OMG imagine kit and reader begin co stars in something and people making those compilations of them that are like â____ and ____ acting like a couple for 12 minutes and seven seconds straightâ đ¤đ¤đ¤
oh im SOOO on for thisđ¤â¨
the compilation
summary - you and kit are secretly dating but the fans are too perceptive and make a montage of your flirtiest moments
pairing - kit connor x co-star!reader
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The video started with a short video of Kit being filmed for an interview, where he had to describe his co-star.
âWhat do I think about Y/N in 5 words?â He asked the man behind the camera.
The reporter confirmed the question and waited for Kit to respond.
âI donât think thereâs 5 words that are good enough.â Kit mumbled to himself but the microphone attached to him picked it up.
The rest of the people in the interview room swooned, but Kit was too busy trying to come up with a good enough answer to see.
âOkayâŚâ Kit sat up straight, ready to answer properly.
âKind. I know itâs a basic one, but itâs just true.â
âFunny. Iâve never known someone who could make me belly laugh before Y/N.â
âCompassionate. No matter how hard Y/Nâs day is, you will always be granted a hug.â Kit laughed at that one, hearing how cheesy he sounded.
âUnpredictable. I feel like that needs no explanation.â
âAndâŚ.â Kit smirked then, the camera zooming in on it, as he tried to think of an appropriate thing to say last, âIâll go with safe.â
âSafe?â An interviewer questions.
âYeah.â Kit responded with no intention to explain himself.
Once you watched the interview you would know exactly what he meant though, because you felt just as safe with Kit as he did with you.
đ.
The next few clips were a compilation of videos that had been secretly recorded of you two from set or from friends.
The movie youâd been filming together had been a romance, which had only magnified your relationship seeing as youâd actually met through a mutual friend; Joe.
Joe would argue that he was the reason you were together. Kit would argue that it was his charm solely that got you together. You would argue that it was a bit of both, just to keep the peace.
The first clip that played was from a day that you visited the Heartstopper set.
You, Joe and Kit were all laying in âNickâsâ bed, laughing at something that Kit had just said. It must have been ridiculously funny because the next thing that happened was you rolling off the edge of the bed and onto the floor with a thump.
Kit had rolled to try and catch you but the thump on the floor suggested otherwise. The situation only made you laugh harder.
The second clip was something from Joeâs Instagram story, where he was filming a group of you walking down the River Thames. You were hitching a ride on Kitâs back, his arms around your legs that were wrapped around his waist. Your arms dangling around his neck and your cheek pressed against his.
The third clip was on the set of your new movie together.
You were both in Kitâs trailer and practicing some lines.
âYou said you didnât care!â You shouted, playing your character Rosa.
âWell I lied. I do care.â Kit shouted back, looking from his script to your face, playing his character Oscar.
âYouâre insufferable.â You groaned.
âIâm sorry that me trying to figure out my feelings for you is insufferable.â
âF-feelings?â You questioned, your voice going quieter.
âI thought I was being obvious.â Kit chuckled, âDid you not think that there mightâve been a reason I cared that you kissed Danny?â
âOh.â
âYeah. I cared because I wished youâd been kissing me instead.â
Then Kit broke character and launched himself on you, pretending to kiss you all over. You were belly laughing as Kit crushed himself over you, pushing you into the leather sofa that youâd been sitting on.
âKit get off!â You laughed and then the video cut, leaving the viewers to question what happened next and curse whoever had decided to stop recording.
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The video then cut to an interview youâd done together and it had gone viral mainly for the way Kit had been looking at you throughout the whole thing.
It had been a normal interview and yet Kit had been feeling the extra love towards you that day, so he sat and watched you answer lovingly.
There had even been a point where he got caught, but that hadnât worried him.
âAnd Kit? Your answer?â The interviewer asked.
He looked from you to the interviewer, realising heâd been asked something.
âOh Iâm so sorry. Could you repeat the question please?â He laughed it off, as did you and the interviewer.
âI was just wondering what attracted you to the role of Oscar?â
Kit hummed with a smile, forcing himself to not say your name as the answer. You nudged his shoulder to pull him out of his head.
âI thinkâŚ.â
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Then there was the interview where youâd been really anxious in.
It had been a rubbish day from start to finish, mainly because the anxiety weighing on your chest had been so heavy all day.
It was in an interview close to the end of the day that the small, intimate, moment came from.
âAnd I think thatâs why we resonateâ.â The interviewer was talking.
âIâm so sorry, can we stop for one moment please.â You interrupted in the most polite way you could.
âYeah of course.â The interviewer nodded, sitting patiently.
It was not unknown that you suffered with anxiety, in fact you were pretty open about it. Why hide something that was such a huge part of you, especially when you were in a position where you could help break the stigma surrounding it.
Kit swerved his body so the cameras could no longer see you, just see his back. He knew the cameras would keep rolling and your mics would stay on, but he was trying to do whatever would be most comfortable for you.
âIâm sorry.â You could be heard saying.
Kitâs hands could be seen moving around to meet yours, both of your hands situated in your lap now. Youâd often spoken out about how physical touch can ground you in these situations.
âNo. Donât be sorry.â Kit said, waiting for you to give the signal on whether he should or shouldnât keep talking.
âJust felt a panic attack coming and I wanted to calm it before it actually came.â
Kit nodded.
âYou did good. Youâre doing good.â
âThank you.â You whispered.
It was at least another three minutes before you felt okay enough to mentally return to the room. Kit turned back around in his chair, but kept ahold of your hand with his.
You apologised to the interviewer again, but she was completely fine with it and the producers had allowed her to regain her allotted interview time.
âWould you mind keeping that footage? I would quite like to share it to show that even âcelebritiesâ can feel like rubbish sometimes.â You laughed, Kit squeezing your hand in the process.
âOf course.â
âReady?â Kit asked you once more. You nodded and the interview continued, Kit holding your hand for the rest of it and then for the rest of the day.
đ.
The video ended the same way it began.
It was a similar interview to Kitâs, where you got asked to describe Kit in 5 words.
You couldnât help but smile, because you love sharing the love so much - especially when itâs about your boyfriend who you care about a lot.
âLoyal. Heâs so loyal to his friends and family.â
âKind. He has so much love in his heart and he always shows it in the little moments.â
âArtistic. I donât think he would agree, but he is.â
âMagnetic. Kit just attracts anyone and everyone to him, you canât help but love him.â
âAnd one more?â The interviewer asked.
You pondered for a moment.
âGrumpy. You would not believe how much of a grump he is in a morning.â You laughed, not even thinking about the repercussions of admitting that you see Kit in the mornings.
Itâs not a surprise that youâre both trending the next day and thereâs a million theories about you two. Hence why the compilation video is made.
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âObliviousâ
Simon âGhostâ Riley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Simon remains oblivious, thinking the gestures are just friendly. When you suggested spending time together outside of work, Simon misunderstands, leaving you frustrated.
(This is just a short story, idk if iâll make a part two but just comment your ideas and iâll make one and tag youâ¤ď¸)
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The dim lights of the bar flickered as the sounds of muted chatter and clinking glasses filled the air. New Yorkâs night buzzed outside, but inside, it was a quiet retreat. You sat at the bar, nursing your drink, eyes darting toward the entrance whenever the door opened. It had been a month since you'd seen himâSimon. Ghost. It didnât matter what name he went by, the effect he had on you was always the same; magnetic, mysterious, completely and utterly out of reach.
You hadnât expected to see him tonight. Simon was the type to keep to himself, often burying his head in his work or disappearing for days on end. But here he was, standing in the doorway, scanning the room as if he'd just come in to escape the chaos of the outside world. He locked eyes with you from across the room, and for a split second, your heart skipped a beat.
He walked over, silent as always, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the hardwood floor. He pulled up a chair beside you and ordered his usual; whiskey, neat.
âMind if I join?â His voice was gruff, but there was a hint of warmth beneath the cool tone. Youâd come to know it well over the past few monthsâafter missions, during downtime, in those rare, fleeting moments when you could just be two people, not soldiers.
âNot at all,â you said, your voice a little too quick. You cleared your throat, shifting your gaze to your drink. "Rough day?"
âYou could say that,â Simon muttered, taking the glass of whiskey the bartender slid toward him. He didnât drink like most peopleâhe didnât savor it, didnât talk about it. He just drank, like it was something to numb the world around him.
You fiddled with the rim of your glass, trying to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach. You had been trying to figure out when exactly it happenedâwhen youâd started feeling this way about Simon. At first, it had been nothing more than a friendly camaraderie. But over the past month, youâd found yourself looking for any excuse to be near him, to talk to him, to make him notice you.
You felt ridiculous.
"How've you been?" you asked, trying to sound casual, hoping the question wouldnât betray just how much you longed to be close to him. To hear him say somethingâanythingâthat might hint at the way you felt.
Simon leaned back in his chair, eyeing you with a raised brow. "Been good. Same old, same old. You?"
You bit your lip, feeling a slight blush creep onto your cheeks. You had so many things you wanted to sayâso many things you wanted to ask. But you couldn't. Not yet. âYeah, you know... same here.â you muttered, toying with your drink again. âJust trying to stay busy.â
Simon nodded, his eyes drifting over to the TV screen above the bar, which was tuned to some late-night news. He didnât seem to notice the way you were watching him now, a little too intently. Or maybe he did, but he said nothing.
You decided to try something a little bolder this time.
âYou're always so... serious,â you said, half-laughing to try and make it sound light. âI bet you don't know how to relax properly.â
He smirked slightly. âIm not here to relax. I'm here to unwind.â
âRight,â you said, leaning just a little closer. âBut, you know, unwinding doesn't have to mean just drinking whiskey.â
There was a slight quirk of his eyebrow, but he didnât seem to catch the hint. âIm not much of a ârelax and chillâ kind of guy, you know that.â
âMaybe,â you muttered under your breath, almost wishing heâd just get it. âYou could try,â you added quickly. âItâs not a bad thing. To unwind with someone else.â You tried to sound lighthearted, but the words came out a little heavier than you intended.
He chuckled, a dry sound that made your chest tighten. âIm fine. Donât worry about me.â
You took a long sip of your drink, trying to hide the sting that echoed in your chest. Donât worry about him? Bullshit. You always had, ever since that first mission youâd worked together. The way he always kept his distance, the way he barely spoke unless it was necessary, but when he did, it was always calculated, always sharp. The way he protected the team with his life but never let anyone get close enough to see the cracks in his armor.
You didn't even know why you cared. But you did. And that made it hurt more than it should have.
âSo, I was thinking,â you said, trying to shift the focus, not letting the weight of the conversation crash down on you. âMaybe we should... you know, do something fun sometime. Like outside of all this.â You gestured vaguely at the bar, at the uniforms you both wore on missions, the responsibilities that always seemed to weigh you down. âTake a day off. No missions. No work. Just... normal stuff.â
Simon tilted his head, as if he were considering it. âImnot really the âfunâ type,â he said, his tone so neutral it was hard to read. âBut sure. If youâre up for it, we could grab a drink somewhere else sometime.â
Somewhere else? Your heart skipped again, but not in the way you wanted. It was as though you were still just teammates, still only worthy of a âletâs grab a drink.â No promise of anything more, no acknowledgment of the flirty hints you'd been dropping.
Is he... that oblivious?
You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, fighting to keep your frustration under control. âRight. Of course.â you said quickly, but your voice faltered slightly. âYouâre not the fun type. I get it.â
Simon gave you a quick glance, then turned back to his drink. He didnât seem to notice how you had tensed up, the way your smile felt forced.
"Yeah. Just not much for hanging out like that." he said, a shrug of indifference in his shoulders.
And you? You sat there, every part of you aching with the weight of everything unsaid.
#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#cod fanfiction#ghost x reader#ghost cod#call of duty#simon ghost x reader
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Silver Linings
summary: youâve had a baby and youâve had enough, you want your wife, goddammit!
warnings: SMUT 18+, just sex alright, im too lazy to read back and see what there is
a/n: thanks for the request !
word count: 1.2k
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Youâre lying in bed, counting the new cracks in the ceiling. Youâre convinced theyâve multiplied since the baby was born. Or maybe itâs just that youâre always staring up these days, wishing for sleep. You read somewhere that the Spanish government once paid people to make babies. But they donât mention how they donât pay enough for someone to come and take the baby off your hands every now and then.
But whoâs counting?
Alexiaâs beside you, scrolling through her phone like it owes her money. Sheâs wearing that ridiculous sleep shirt with Messiâs face on itâsome joke you donât quite understand but one that involves a poorly executed bet, a late-night purchase, and more tequila than youâd care to remember. Youâre not sure what makes you more irritated: the shirt or the fact that she looks hot in it. Even with the dark circles under her eyes.
You clear your throat, trying to get her attention. Itâs like trying to wake a bear from hibernation. She just grunts and scrolls faster.
âHey, Messiâs number one fan,â you say, nudging her with your foot. âPut the phone down before you sprain your thumbâ
She glances over at you, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, but thereâs a flicker of interest there. âWhat? You wanna talk about our feelings now?â
âNo, I want to talk about the state of our sex life,â you reply, deadpan. âWhich is currently on life supportâ
Alexia raises an eyebrow, finally putting her phone down on the nightstand. âOh? You wanna do something about that?â
You shrug, trying to play it cool, but the truth is, youâve been thinking about this all day. Well, between the nappy changes, the feedings, and trying to remember when the last time you showered was.
âI mean, we probably should. Before the baby wakes up and finds out weâre trying to have funâ
Alexia grins, a little too wickedly for someone whoâs supposed to be sleep-deprived. âYou know, Iâve been waiting for you to say something. Itâs like you read my mindâ
âOh yeah? Was it before or after you ordered that new strap?â
She laughs, the sound low and throaty. âBefore. Definitely before. The new strap was just⌠insuranceâ
âInsurance?â you snort. âYou mean like how some people buy a fire extinguisher for their kitchen?â
âExactly. You never know when youâre going to need itâ
Youâre laughing now, genuinely, and it feels good. It feels like the first real laugh youâve had in weeks. Maybe months. The kind that shakes off the dust thatâs settled between the two of you, the kind that makes you remember why you fell for her in the first place.
Sheâs already moving, shedding the Messi shirt in one smooth move. Thereâs something almost ceremonial about the way she does it, as if sheâs readying herself for battle. You swallow hard, the familiar heat building in your belly. Itâs been so long since youâve felt anything but tired, anything but stretched too thin.
When she climbs back into bed, sheâs got that glint in her eye that says sheâs up to no good. âYou ready for this?â
You raise an eyebrow. âFor you to pretend you know what youâre doing?â
She rolls her eyes, but sheâs smiling as she kisses you, hard and possessive. Itâs all teeth and tongue, a little desperate, a little sloppy, but itâs enough to make your toes curl. You gasp into her mouth when her hands start to roam, fingers grazing over your still-sensitive skin. Everythingâs too much and not enough, and you canât help the little whimper that escapes your lips.
âEasy,â she murmurs against your mouth. âWeâve got all nightâ
âYeah, until the baby wakes up and decides to serenade us with her cries,â you mutter, but youâre already arching into her touch.
âYouâre right,â she says, her voice dropping an octave, sending shivers down your spine. âWe better make this quickâ
You laugh, but it quickly turns into a moan as she kisses her way down your body, her hands gripping your thighs like sheâs afraid youâll disappear if she doesnât hold on tight. Youâve missed this, missed her. Not just the sex, but the connection, the way she makes you feel like youâre the only two people in the world, even when youâre surrounded by chaos.
When she finally reaches into her bedside table and pulls out the strap, the new one, and you canât help but roll your eyes. âYouâve been waiting for this, havenât you?â
She just smirks. âI told you. Insuranceâ
âRight,â you say, but your breath catches in your throat when she presses the tip against you, the cool silicone a stark contrast to your overheated skin. Youâre sensitive, achingly so, and the stretch of it has you chaining air, your fingers digging into the sheets.
âToo much?â she asks, her voice softening for the first time tonight.
You shake your head, biting your lip as you try to focus on the sensation, the delicious burn thatâs equal parts pleasure and pain. âNo, itâs⌠itâs good. Really goodâ
She moves slowly, deliberately, and you can tell sheâs trying to be gentle, trying not to overwhelm you. But thereâs a tension in her body, a barely contained need that mirrors your own, and itâs not long before sheâs thrusting harder, her hands gripping your hips, tethering you to the earth.
Itâs overwhelming, the way she fills you up, the way she looks at you like youâre the only thing that matters. You can feel the coil tightening in your belly, the pressure building to a breaking point. Itâs almost too much, too intense, but you canât stop yourself from chasing that high, from wanting more.
âFuck,â you breathe, your nails raking down her back. âIâm gonnaââ
But before you can finish, she shifts her angle, hitting that perfect spot inside you, and itâs like a dam breaking. You come apart with a strangled cry, your body trembling with the force of it, and sheâs right there with you, whispering filthy praise into your ear, her voice raw with desire.
When itâs over, youâre both a mess, caught in the sheets, your bodies slick with sweat. You can barely catch your breath, but thereâs a satisfied smile on your face, one that mirrors hers. Itâs not perfect, itâs not the earth-shattering, movie-ending kind of sex, but itâs real. And thatâs enough.
As you lie there, trying to remember how to form coherent thoughts, she pulls you close, her arm draped over your waist. âWe should do this more often,â she says, her voice sleepy but content.
âYeah,â you murmur, already half-asleep. âIf we ever get the chanceâ
But for now, youâre content to just lie here, basking in the afterglow, knowing that youâve still got each other. And maybe, just maybe, thatâs enough to get you through the sleepless nights and endless nappy changes.
As you start to drift off, you hear the faint sound of the baby stirring in the next room. You groan, burying your face in Alexiaâs neck. âYour turnâ
She laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âFine, but only because you did all the hard workâ
You snort, but you canât help but smile as she slips out of bed, pulling on the Messi shirt once more. As she heads out to tend to the baby, you close your eyes, feeling more at peace than you have in weeks. Maybe even months.
#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#fcb femeni#fcb femeni x reader#espwnt#espwnt x reader#woso#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso community
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â love of my life // yoon jeonghan
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jeonghan x gn!reader, 2k+ words
tags: technically requested by lots of people bc everyone wants jeonghan fluff, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, crack, mutual pining, almost-confessions
warnings: light swearing
summary: in which your relationship with jeonghan isn't exactly platonic and isn't exactly romantic... but rather, it's a secret third thing.
It has to be at least two in the morning when Jeonghan's ringtone blares throughout his bedroom, and he rolls over with a groan, grappling blindly at his nightstand before finding his phone and pressing it against his cheek.Â
âWho is this and what do you want?â
âJeonghan, let's go on a date.â
He recognises your voice in an instant, even in his half-asleep state, and he huffs a laugh, flopping back against the pillows and rubbing his eyes.Â
âGee, at least ask me when it's not ass o'clock in the morning, won't you?â
âNo, no, this only works if you get up right now,â you say. âCome on, Jeonghan, just go on a date with me. Right at this very moment.â
Jeonghan rubs his eyes, before taking his phone away from his cheek and peering at the screen so he can read the time. âSee, youâre not presenting a very good argument,â he says, once heâs put the phone against his ear again. Itâs almost three in the morning. What are you thinking? âI donât wanna date you that much.â
You make a sad sound on the other end of the phone. âWhat will it take to get you out of the house?â
âWire me an obscene amount of money right now and Iâll think about it.â
Thereâs a pause.
âNo. Best I can offer is a pretty please.â
Jeonghan canât help smiling at your dry tone, and he rubs his eyes once again with a yawn. âFine. I guess I canât expect anything better from you, anyway.â He can almost see you biting your lip in annoyance, wanting to quip something witty back at him but also wanting to keep quiet so heâll actually come.Â
âYou know me so well.â
âYes I do,â Jeonghan teases, and groggily hauls himself out of bed. âIâll be ready in ten. Where do you want me to go?â
âDonât worry, princess, Iâll pick you up,â you say, suddenly sounding excited. âJust wait for me and Iâll come over to take you out.â
Jeonghan raises an eyebrow. âIs that a threat?â
You laugh, bright and happy, like itâs not two in the morning and youâve asked your best friend to go on a date with you. Jeonghan canât help but smile again, even as he grapples blindly through his dark room to find some clothes.
âDonât worry. Itâs a promise.â
âââââââââââââ đ
Jeonghan is, admittedly, more than a little confused when you just take him to the nearest playground.
Sure, maybe this entire thing is weirdâyou calling him up during ridiculous hours of the morning to âgo on a dateâ is definitely not something youâve done beforeâbut thatâs just the kind of friendship he and you have.Â
Itâs like how, last year, he spent an entire month calling you increasingly ridiculous pet names, ranging from âbelovedâ to âhoney butter snuggles bunny bearâ, and purposefully took you out to public cafes and restaurants to test them out for everyone to see and hear, preventing you from punching him as hard as he probably deserved.Â
So this is, like, nothing new. Just a funny and silly thing the two of you do, because you've known each other for the whole of your lives, and when it comes to the way your relationship works, the lines separating âplatonicâ and âromanticâ have always been curiously nonexistent.Â
It doesnât mean anything. Itâs never meant to mean anything.
But sometimes, sometimes, it feels like it should.
âI think Iâm going to end up alone forever,â you say abruptly, and Jeonghan looks over at you in surprise. Youâre sitting on the swings next to him, dragging yourself back and forth as you look up at the sky. Thereâs nothing to see up there, with the clouds obscuring any moonlight, so it's obvious that you're just looking away so he can't see your face.Â
It's so quiet; Jeonghan didn't realise that the world could be this quiet at 2 in the morning, and it makes your words echo extra loud into the abyss, before they're swallowed by the darkness.Â
Jeonghan shrugs. âMaybe you will.â
Instantly, you're leaning over to swat him on the arm, and he laughs.Â
âAsshole,â you say, but there's no venom in your voice, even as you level him with a glare. âYou're really no help. I'm trying to unload all my deepest fears for you, here, practically begging you to reassure me, and yet all you can do is be mean.â
âYou said one thing,â Jeonghan points out. âI don't think that counts as unloading all your deepest fears.â
âYeah, well, maybe it's my only deepest fear.â
âWhy are you unloading your deepest fear on me?â Jeonghan asks, kicking his legs out in front of him. âWe're on a date. Our first date, mind you, so this hardly seems appropriate.â
âAsshole,â you say again, but like before, the word has no bite. You glance over at him, before realising that he's looking at you, and then quickly raise your gaze to the sky. âI'm being serious about this, you know.â
Jeonghan says nothing for a long moment. Watches the way the pale light from a nearby lamppost gives you an unearthly, almost otherworldly glow.Â
âI'm being serious too,â he decides to say, looking up at the cloudy sky with you. âYou shouldn't be saying that stuff on a first date. Kinda makes it sound like you don't think things will work out between us, you know?â
You huff a confused laugh, looking over at him again. âJeonghan, whaâ?â
âAnd maybe you will end up alone,â he carries on, thoughtfully, as if he's talking to himself, forgetting that you're sitting there too. âBut maybe you won't. I think you probably won't. And even if you do, it's fine, because I'll still be with you.â
It's a painfully vulnerable thing to say, made doubly so by the quietness of the night. Like a love confession, almost. Except it's not, because he's not in love with you.Â
He isn't.Â
âThat's really sweet,â you say, almost begrudgingly, as if it pains you to admit that Jeonghan actually said something nice, and he laughs. âThough wrong. If youâre with me, then I'm not alone, am I?â
âOh, I see. When you said alone, you meant in general. I thought you meant, like, romantically.â
âWell, maybe. But maybe I also meant overall,â you shrug. âI didn't think you'd want to spend the rest of your life with me.â
Jeonghan swallows, tilts back on the swings, head still raised to look at the sky. âI want to spend every life with you.â
You look away from the sky at his words, turning to face him in surprise. The echoes of what heâd just said were already fading away, muffled and pressed into the velvet dark of the night, but the surprisingly soft air that followed in its wake still remained.
 Now, he's the one avoiding your gaze, keeping his eyes firmly locked on the shapeless, misty blur of clouds above him so he doesnât have to look at you. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you tilt your head, and smile.Â
âOh, look at you, you sap,â you say, bright and teasing. âFace it, you like being with me. Oh! I bet you're in love with me, seeing as how you agreed to date me and everything! Isn't that right, Jeonghan? You love me.â
Jeonghan pulls a face, and you burst into laughter, so ridiculously loud and happy even though it's two in the morning and the whole playground is silent, the sound of your happiness ringing against the cool air of the night. He can't help but look at you then, exasperated and fond, shaking his head as you grip the swing chains and sway back and forth, still giggling to yourself.Â
He sniffs, feigning annoyance as he leans to the side, making a dramatic show of pulling his swing away from you.Â
âThis isn't a real date. I could never date you.â He scrunches his face in faux disgust for good measure, and you laugh again, rolling your eyes.Â
âYeah, yeah, whatever. And yet you still came out when I called, didn't you?â you tease, smiling widely, and Jeonghan has to admit that you're right. He's here because you asked him to be here. Heâs here for you.
Hm. This was getting weirdly soul-baringly truthful for what heâd thought would be a silly little hangout in the middle of the night.
âNext time you call me at 2am, Iâm blocking you forever,â he says dryly, giving you an exaggerated look of disdain just so he can revel in the laugh that it pulls out of you.
âNo you wonât,â you say cheerily. âBecause you looove me.â
âUm, lies.â
âNo lies. You literally love me so much.â
âI donât.â
âYou do.â
âNo, I donât.â
âYou do. You do, you do, you do, youâre actually genuinely in love with me and thereâs nothing you can do to deny it, because itâs so obvious that Iâm literally the love of your lââ
Jeonghan makes a clicking sound with his tongue and leans over to shove your arm, causing you to swing to the side as you cackle with delight at his reaction. He glares at you, again, sighing with exasperation as you continue to laugh.
âYes, yes, I love you, just as much as you love me. Now if weâre not actually doing anything of importance, then can I go home?â
âWhat?â you say indignantly. âOf course not! If I canât sleep, then that means youâre not allowed to sleep either.â
âI knew it. You called me out here because you couldnât fall asleep.â
âDuh. Now come and push my swing, will you?â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes and stands up from his swing, groaning and holding his knees like heâs some kind of grumpy grandpa. You laugh, mocking him for his bad joints as he walks around to stand behind you, and he snarks back something ridiculously funny and rippling with light, twisting through the cool air.
And then his hand presses against the small of your back, soft and yet sure, and suddenly all you can focus on is that gentle, feathery point of contact that connects you to him.
Your laughter subsides as he begins to gently push your swing, and you move up, and down, and up, and down, the fleeting warmth of his hand an intermittent pressure against your back. He doesnât say a word. Everything is quiet, in your head. Like his touch alone could silence any worries that still floated around in your brain.
Itâs one of the things you adore most about Jeonghan. He makes you feel safe.
âFor the record, by the way,â you say, voice quiet, âI really do love you.â
Thereâs no noise but the metallic creak of the swing, sounding weirdly small in the yawning abyss of the dark. Jeonghanâs hand is still steady as he pushes you, again and again.
âAs a friend?â he asks, eventually.
You canât see him, and maybe thatâs for the best. His voice is tinged with a colour, an emotion, that you canât quite name, warm and cool and fleeting and present all at once.
Yet more silence greets his words. You continue swinging, and he continues helping.
Itâs hard to know what he means by that. As a friend, in a hopeful way? As a friend, in a meaningful way? Or as a friend, in a way that could maybe, maybe, signal that he thinks, or wishes, that you mean... something else.
More.
These things are difficult to tell, when it comes to Jeonghan. Who wears his heart on his sleeve and yet also hides it away where no one can see.
âYeah,â you say, after it has been far too long since heâd asked, but itâs clear that you were both waiting for your answer anyway. The word leaves you as a sigh, threadbare and thin. âAs a friend.â
Jeonghan huffs a soft laugh. Maybe because he believes you, or maybe because he doesnât. Youâre not too sure.
âOkay,â he murmurs, pale as moonlight. âIn which case, I love you too.â
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A Word of Advice About Critique Groups, Beta Readers, and Other Peer-Based Feedback on Your Writing
In my time as a professional editor, I've had many writers come to me with stories they've been trying to improve based on suggestions from critique groups, beta readers, or other non-professional feedback sources (friends, family, etc.). The writers are often frustrated because they don't agree with the feedback, they can't make sense of the comments they've gotten, or they've tried their best to implement the suggestions but now they've made a big mess of things and don't know where to go from here.
If this happens to you, you're not alone. Here's the deal.
Readers and beginning writers are great at sniffing out problems, but they can be terrible at recommending solutions. For that reason, critique groups can be a disastrous place for beginning writers to get advice.
Here's a good metaphor. Imagine you donât know the first thing about cars. Someone tells you, âThereâs oil leaking onto the driveway. You should cover the car with a giant garbage bag.â Alarmed, you oblige, only to be told the next day that ânow the car smells like burning plastic and I canât see out the windows.â
A mechanic wouldâve listened to the criticâs complaint and come up with their own solution to the leaking oil, ignoring the amateurâs ridiculous idea, because they know how to fix cars and can use their skills to investigate symptoms and find the correct solution.
Critique groups actually arenât bad places for experienced writers, because they can listen to the criticism, interpret it, and come up with their own remedies to the problems readers are complaining about. Beginning writers, on the other hand, can end up digging themselves into a deeper hole.
There's a great Neil Gaiman quote about this very conundrum:
Remember: when people tell you somethingâs wrong or doesnât work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.
So what to do?
First, try to investigate the reader's complaint and come up with your own solution, instead of taking their solution to the problem. Sometimes, in the end, the reader's solution was exactly right, which is lovely, but don't count on it. Do your own detective work.
Second, take everything you hear with a huge grain of salt, and run the numbers. Are 9 out of 10 readers complaining about your rushed ending? It's probably worth investigating. Does nobody have an issue with your abrasive antagonist except your cozy mystery-loving uncle? Then you might not need to worry about it.
Third, give everything you hear a gut check. Does the criticism, while painful, ring true? Or does it seem really off-base to you? Let the feedback sit for a week or so while you chill out. You might find you're less sensitive and open to what's been said after a little more time has passed.
Lastly, consider getting professional feedback on your writing. Part of my job as an editor is to listen to previous feedback the writer has gotten, figure out whether the readers were tracking the scent of legitimate problems, and offer the writer more coherent solutions. Of course, some professional editors aren't very good at this, just like some non-professional readers are amazing at it, so hiring someone isn't a guarantee. But editors usually have more experience taking a look under the hood and giving writers sound mechanical advice about their work, rather than spouting ideas off the top of their head that only add to the writer's confusion.
Hope this helps!
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Prompt: I've been thinking about a mixture of posts on here and I'd really love Tommy going to talk to Eddie because, maybe Eddie isn't being a great friend? I've read some people think Eddie would fall in line with Gerrard (due to being in the army etc.) and I'd love to see a Tommy/Eddie argument!
When Eddie got a knock on his door at 9pm on a Tuesday, he wasn't sure who to expect. He hadn't gotten a call or text from anyone, and he hadn't ordered any food. He figured he'd be arguing with Jehovah's Witnesses, asking them why the hell they were knocking on his door so late? Usually he'd avoid them altogether, but a little piece of him felt like arguing, so he swung the door open with a dramatic sigh.
He was surprised to see Tommy on the other side of the door, hand raised in a fist, ready to knock again.
âOh. Hey, Tommy. I wasn't expecting you, was I?â
âUm, no. Can I come in for a sec?â
âSure.â Eddie moved out of the way so Tommy could come inside, closing the door behind him. âWant a beer or something?â
âNo, I really can't stay long. I'm heading to Evan's after this.â
Right. Buck. He should've known he'd be getting a visit from Tommy. Buck hadn't exactly left work, or Eddie, on good terms two days ago. Things had been tense for a few weeks now, actually. Everything had slowly been bubbling up until Buck finally burst under the pressure and was sent home early for insubordination. He'd actually been told not to return until he could learn proper chain of command, and if he couldn't learn within a week, he should start searching for a new career path.
âIs Buck the one who sent you?â Eddie asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Tommy shook his head. âNo. No one sent me.â
Eddie raised an eyebrow. âSo you're not here to kick my ass?â
âShould I be?â
âI don't know,â Eddie answered honestly. âI don't know what you've been told.â
It was kind of a ridiculous sight right now, if you asked Eddie. Two grown men, friends for months now, standing awkwardly in his living room. Neither making any effort to sit or get more comfortable.
âEvan's been having a rough time with Gerrard,â Tommy started. âSounds like he's Gerrard's main target.â
Eddie shrugged. âGerrard likes to push buttons. Buck's buttons are easy to push.â
âLast week he asked Evan if he'd like a bra to go with the apron he wore while cooking.â Tommy tensed even as he spoke the words. âThat doesn't just sound like pressing buttons to me.â
âHe's a wannabe drill sergeant pissed about the fact he never made it through basic training. You do what he says, keep quiet, use your manners, and make him feel like he's the most important person in the room. That's how you get through a shift.â Eddie moved to sit on the couch, but Tommy remained standing. âYou know how this works the same as I do,â he added.
âYeah, I do,â Tommy agreed, although his voice was a bit more commanding now. âProbably better than you do, actually. Doesn't make it okay.â
Eddie sighed, rubbing his eyes. âWhy are you here, Tommy? I'm tired.â
âTo try and stop you from becoming me, you idiot. I've been where you are. I've sat beside Gerrard and watched him treat person after person like nothing but garbage. I kept quiet, I made him feel important, I followed behind him like I was his damn puppy dog. I called him sir, I did whatever he asked, I laughed along with his jokes. You know what that made me?â
Eddie was starting to get annoyed. âWhat?â
âHim. I was no better than him.â
Eddie's eyes darkened. He stood back up, taking a step toward Tommy. âAre you seriously comparing me to that piece of crap?â
âIf the mustache fits.â
âYou need to get out of my house now,â Eddie warned. He could feel his body filling with the same boiling rage that got him thrown in jail a few years ago. He didn't need that to happen again.
âYou repeat to me what Gerrard told Evan two days ago and I'll go,â Tommy offered. âTell me what Gerrard said that finally made him explode and I'll leave.â
âOr I can call the cops on you for trespassing,â Eddie replied, moving to the door and opening it.
Tommy made no effort to leave. âGo for it.â
They stared at each other for a moment, Eddie's chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. When Eddie realized Tommy was never going to back down, his shoulders slumped. âCome on, Man, just leave.â
Tommy doubled down. âTell me what he said,â he demanded, speaking each work slowly and carefully.
âH- He... God, Tommy.â He looked away from him, unable to maintain eye contact as he recalled the event. âBuck fell while we were at a scene, bruised his tailbone. When we were sitting down to eat, Buck moved slow. He winced when he finally got seated... Gerrard saw and said th- that maybe if he... if he spent less time taking and more time giving he wouldn't have so much trouble.â
âBut,â Tommy beckoned for him to continue.
Eddie took a deep breath. âBut he should have expected Buck to be the woman.â
Tommy nodded. âThere it is.â
âListen, Tommy, I-â
âHe could've really used someone sticking up for him. One person to step in and tell Gerrard he'd crossed a line. I get that Hen can't do anything right now. She can't risk not getting Mara back. And I know Howie can't do anything to lose Mara. But you could have said something, Eddie. You could have been there for him, but you weren't.â
And there was the anger again. âWhy the hell is it on me?!â he exclaimed. âI've been going through my own crap, and it's not like you or Buck have really been around to help me out.â
âOh, you cannot be serious right now.â Tommy's posture straightened, his body somehow becoming even wider and taller. It would have caused Eddie to pause and think about what was about to come out of his mouth if he wasn't so mad.
âYeah, I am serious. I've needed people too, Tommy, but you guys have been too busy with each other to even notice.â
âYou made the mess you're in right now, Eddie!â Tommy yelled. âYou did that! You screwed up and it's on you to fix it! But Evan didn't do anything wrong. He sure as hell didn't deserve to be talked to like that, and now his job is on the line because you decided keeping the peace with a piece of scum like Gerrard was more important than speaking up for your supposed best friend. So, yeah, that's on you!â Tommy began to make his way to the door, ready to push past Eddie on his way, but Eddie wasn't finished.
âHey!â He yelled, shoving Tommy back so he couldn't leave. âI've been trying to fix everything on my own! Trying to get my own life back! Hell, I just got to talk to my kid for the first time in over a month!â
âAnd who you think got Christopher to answer the damn phone?!â
It felt like all the air had suddenly been sucked out of Eddie's lungs. He stood there, his mouth hanging open as he tried to find the right words to speak. âI... Buck's been talking to Christopher?â
âEvery day,â Tommy confirmed. âHe calls or texts. Facetime's him every once in a while too. He's been telling Chris how you're doing, trying to get him to call you or text you. He even suggested writing you a letter.â
âI didn't know that.â
âHe didn't really want you to. Christopher had promised him the next time you tried to call, he'd answer. Evan's been like a kid on Christmas Eve, excited for you to tell him how it went after you two talked.â
Eddie didn't know what to say. He wasn't angry anymore, just incredibly disappointed with himself.
âHe's always had your back, Eddie,â Tommy said, making his way out the door. Eddie didn't stop him this time. âIt'd be really nice if you had his.â
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