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eepwtf · 3 months ago

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oh my GLOB i just saw this pic in my camera roll(don’t ask) and my brain immediately went to frat!kai parker

WARNINGS; explicit sexual content: contains detailed and graphic descriptions of sexual acts, including edging and overstimulation. jerking each other off(are you even frat bros if you don’t?) exhibitionism & voyeurism: includes references to the potential of being watched or caught during sexual acts. humiliation kink, kai being an asshole, slight power imbalance, ( im a sucker for asshole x dumb puppy dog duo ) accidental homoerotic frat energy: “it’s not gay, bro, it’s just mutual appreciation...of each other’s cocks.”

also, can i just say this started as an innocent brainstorming session about kai parker ! frat bro headcanons, but things got wildly out of hand, and now we’re here. sigh, my brain goes into a rabbit hole that i cannot escape when it comes to him.

wc; 5.5k

kai parker was the kind of guy who made you hate the sound of your own name. not because he said it wrong, no—that’d be too simple. he dragged it out, teased it, wrapped it in just enough contempt to make your chest tighten and your skin crawl. (the bastard knew exactly what he was doing, too, with that smug little smirk of his.) perched on the back of the delta psi beta couch—shoes still on, because of course he didn’t give a shit—he swirled the last inch of beer in his red Solo cup like it was top-shelf whiskey. he had that infuriating cocked-eyebrow thing going on, one leg stretched out like he owned the damn place. (technically, he kind of did—if being the unofficial asshole-in-residence counted for anything.)

the house reeked of stale beer, sweat, axe body spray, and regret. (it was a delta psi beta signature blend��eau de regret.) the floors were a graveyard of crushed cans and abandoned cups, the kind that leaked sticky trails when you tried to clean them up—assuming anyone ever did. over in the corner, some poor pledge was on his knees, scrubbing furiously at a blackish-green stain on the carpet. (it shimmered faintly in the light, like an oil slick, and everyone silently agreed that the less you knew, the better.)

and then there was you. (golden boy. president. the kind of guy who people just…liked.) you didn’t even have to try. your smile was easy, charming—sugar-sweet in a way that made kai’s teeth ache. you were sprawled next to kai, stupid grin plastered across that stupidly pretty face of yours, laughing at some dumb joke one of the other guys had made. your hair was a little messy (like it always was by the middle of a party), your cheeks pink from too many beers, and kai fucking hated it. not you, not really—he wasn’t sure he was even capable of hating you. (hating you would’ve been easier. cleaner.) but he didn’t exactly like you either, and that made him feel some kind of way.

maybe it was the way people clung to your every sugary, half-baked word. (kai talked, and people flinched. you talked, and they fucking laughed.) maybe it was how you could smile at someone and instantly get whatever you fucking wanted. (beer. a blowjob. a goddamn kidney, probably.) hated how your laugh was so genuine it made him feel like a fraud just sitting next to you. (fuck, he hated that he wasn’t immune to it. that sometimes he caught himself watching you and wondering.) or maybe it was the way you always squirmed when he turned his attention on you, when he got close enough to see that flicker of panic in your puppy-dog eyes.

“you good, president puppy?” he drawled, dragging his gaze over to you, slow enough to be a threat. (or a promise—same difference really.) his voice was low and syrupy, just the tiniest bit condescending, like he was addressing a particularly dumb pet. you blinked at him, smile wavering for half a second before you covered it up with a laugh.

“yeah, i’m good, parker,” you said, voice light and easy, even though kai could see the faint pink creeping up your neck. (you always got flustered when he paid attention to you. he loved that.)

kai tilted his head, studying you like he was trying to decide whether you were worth his time. (spoiler: you were. that was the problem.) he shifted closer, his knee brushing yours, his grin sharpening as he watched you try so hard not to squirm. “cool. just making sure, since you look a little…” he let the word hang, raising an eyebrow as his gaze flicked to your flushed face. “...overheated.”

you laughed again, this time nervously, running a hand through your hair. “it’s just hot in here, man.” (it wasn’t. not really. but if that’s the excuse you wanted to cling to, kai wasn’t going to stop you.)

“yeah?” he leaned in, close enough that you could smell the beer on his breath, the faint bite of mint underneath it. “if you pass out or something, i guess i can be the guy who saves your dumb ass. might even give you mouth-to-mouth.” his voice was teasing, but there was something dark and heavy under it, something that made your pulse stutter. (it was the way he said it, like he’d already imagined the scenario—and like it wouldn’t just stop at saving you.)

your laugh came out strangled this time, caught somewhere between discomfort and something else. something you didn’t want to think about. (but kai could see it. the way your pupils dilated, the way your pulse ticked in your throat, the way your eyes darted—just for a second—to his mouth.)

“careful, puppy,” kai murmured, his voice low and dripping with amusement. his knee pressed harder against yours, and his grin sharpened, baring teeth. “you’re starting to look like you want me to put you out of your misery.”

it wasn’t hard to persuade you. not really. kai had always been good at that—finding the cracks, prying them open just wide enough to slip his fingers inside. (and you? you weren’t exactly built to resist. puppy-dog eyes, soft around the edges, desperate to please. fuck, you practically came pre-cracked.)

one minute, you were still in the delta psi beta living room, trying to laugh off the weight of kai’s knee pressed against yours, the heat of his breath brushing your ear. the next, you were stumbling down the hallways of your dorm, your head spinning with too many beers and too much him.

(you weren’t even sure how it had happened. you were saying, “nah, i’m good here, man,” in that too-light, too-nervous tone of yours, and, kai had tipped his head, given you that sharp-edged smirk, and said something like, “c’mon, puppy. let’s get out of this shithole.” and you—golden boy, poster child for frat excellence—had followed him like a lovesick idiot. like a dog. like his dog.)

by the time you reached your dorm, the hallway was dead silent. most of your neighbors were passed out cold, their doors closed, or too busy fucking to care about the pair of you fumbling with your keys. (not that kai would’ve cared if they had been watching. in fact, he probably would’ve loved it—eyes on him, knowing he was the one who’d gotten under your skin, the one dragging the president of delta psi around like some kind of trophy.)

“you’re a mess, president puppy,” kai drawled, his voice syrupy and slow, thick with condescension. his hand was on your wrist, his thumb brushing the inside of it, and it felt like he was taking your pulse—measuring every shaky beat. (too fast. too loud. too much.) he plucked the keys from your trembling fingers like you were too dumb to handle them yourself. (and maybe you were. at least, around him.)

“i’m fine,” you muttered, your voice wrecked and unconvincing. your cheeks were burning, your head buzzing, and your whole body felt like it was vibrating. (you weren’t fine. you didn’t even sound close to fine, and kai noticed. of course he noticed. he always noticed.)

the door swung open, and before you could step inside, kai was already crowding into your space. his hand slid from your wrist to your waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make your breath catch. (he gripped you like you belonged to him, his to hold, to keep, to fuck with. it scared you how much you wanted it.)

“man, this is sad,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear again. (he wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore, and why would he? you weren’t exactly putting up a fight.) “big man on campus, and you can’t even get your own door open. what would your brothers think?”

“i said i’m fine,” you snapped, but your voice cracked halfway through, and kai laughed. (it wasn’t fair, the way his laugh hit you—sharp and mocking, but hot enough to make your stomach twist.)

“sure you are,” he said, kicking the door shut behind him with the heel of his boot. his eyes dragged over you, slow and deliberate, like he was assessing you. picking you apart. you felt like you were being stripped bare, and he hadn’t even touched you—not really.

“god, you’re pathetic,” he said, almost to himself, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk again. (but there was something darker underneath it, something hungry. like he was debating what to do with you now that he had you alone. like he was wondering how far he could push you before you cracked completely.)

and then his gaze dipped. lower. lingering.

kai tilted his head, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip. “you know,” he said, his voice a low purr, “i’ve heard a lot of rumors about you, puppy.”

you froze, blinking at him. “rumors?”

“mhm,” he said, circling you like a predator, his eyes dragging down your body. (you’d never felt so small before, which was ridiculous, considering you were taller than him. broader. bigger. but none of that mattered with kai. he had this way of making you feel exposed, raw, like a stupid kid being toyed with by someone much smarter.)

“wanna know the most interesting one?” he continued, and before you could respond, his hand was there now, palming you through your jeans, bold and unrelenting.

“people say you’re packing, president,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. (your breath hitched. your pulse was thundering now, hammering in your throat like it was trying to escape.) “biggest dick in the house, right? that’s what they say about you.”

his grin widened, and his hand squeezed—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your knees buckle. “but you know what i think?”

“kai,” you rasped, but it didn’t sound like a protest. not really.

“i think,” he said, leaning in close enough that his lips brushed your jaw, “it doesn’t matter how big it is if you don’t know how to use it.”

and then he was laughing again, sharp and mean, pulling back just enough to see the look on your face—flushed, panicked, and wrecked. (exactly how he liked you.)

kai’s thumb pressed harder, teasingly slow as he tilted his head, studying you with that infuriating smirk. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath, though it was loud enough for you to hear. his blue-grey gaze dragged lower, zeroing in on the bulge straining against the front of your khakis. (it was humiliating—how obvious it was, how needy you looked. and kai? he was eating it up, his smirk twisting wider as his fingers flexed against you.) “i mean, they weren’t kidding, were they?” his hand tightened, fingers curling around the outline of your cock, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. (the noise you made was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, and the way kai’s eyes lit up said he fucking loved it.)

“that’s what you’ve been hiding under those stupid khakis all this time?” he said, his tone mocking but tinged with genuine curiosity. his thumb dragged slow and deliberate along the length of you, tracing the thick ridge of your shaft through the fabric. (you could feel the heat of his palm through the layers, the weight of it making your cock twitch helplessly under his hand.)

you swallowed hard, your throat dry, your hands gripping the edges of your desk like they were the only things keeping you upright. “kai,” you choked out, trying to sound firm, but it came out as a broken, desperate plea. (not that it mattered—kai wasn’t listening to the words. he was listening to the way you said them. the shaky breath. the crack in your voice. the way his name sounded like it had been ripped straight from your chest.)

“poor thing,” he said, shaking his head like he pitied you. (he didn’t, though. you could see it in the glint of his eyes—he was enjoying this, taking you apart piece by piece.) “all that equipment, and no one’s ever taught you what to do with it.” he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his voice dropped lower. “don’t worry, puppy.” he murmured, the nickname dripping with condescension. “i’ll take good care of you. teach you how to use it. maybe even test drive it myself.”

the words sent a shiver down your spine, your knees buckling slightly, and kai noticed. (of course he noticed. kai always noticed. he had a way of zeroing in on every crack in your armor, the way your chest heaved, the way your cock twitched under his hand, already leaking pre-cum and soaking through the fabric.) “you like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his hand still moving against you, slow and deliberate. (the pressure was maddening—just enough to make you ache, not enough to give you relief. he wanted you like this, trembling under his touch, desperate for more.) “bet you’ve been walking around campus thinking you’re hot shit, huh? thinking you’re god’s gift to women—” he paused, his smirk twisting crueler, “—or maybe men. which is it, puppy? you ever let any of those frat bros get on their knees for you?”

your face burned hot, the shame curling in your stomach like a knot. you tried to look away, but kai’s hand shot up, gripping your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. “didn’t think so,” he said, his grip tightening just enough to keep you still. (you couldn’t look away, even if you wanted to. and god, the way his thumb dragged over your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly, made your chest tighten.)

“so fucking clueless,” he murmured, almost to himself. “but that’s okay. i like my toys a little clueless.” his thigh pressed between your legs then, pinning you against the desk, and you couldn’t help the way your hips twitched forward, seeking friction. (it was embarrassing—how little control you had, how easily he could reduce you to this. but kai didn’t look disgusted. no, he looked thrilled.)

“bet you’ve got all kinds of stupid fantasies, don’t you, prez?” he murmured, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. (he didn’t kiss you, though. he could have, but he didn’t. he was holding it just out of reach, teasing you, making you want it.) he gave a sharp laugh when your hips bucked forward again, chasing the friction like a desperate idiot. “good boy,” he said, his voice rough and low, dripping with approval that made your chest tighten. (it shouldn’t have felt good—it shouldn’t have made your cock throb—but it did, and kai fucking knew it.)

“let’s see if you’re worth the hype, huh? let’s see if all that talk about delta psi’s golden boy is true.” his hand slipping down to hook into your waistband. (you held your breath, your pulse hammering in your throat as he dragged your pants down just enough to free your cock, hard and already leaking pathetically.)

kai sucked in a breath, his grin spreading wide as his fingers wrapped around you, stroking slow and deliberate. “well, shit,” he said, his tone sharp and taunting. “guess they weren’t lying after all.” his thumb swiped over the head of your cock, smearing the pre-cum dripping down your shaft, and your knees nearly gave out at the sensation. (you were already a fucking wreck—your skin burning, your breathing ragged, your hips jerking helplessly into his hand like you couldn’t help yourself.)

kai’s hand slid down the length of your cock, his grip tightening just enough to draw a sharp gasp from your lips. (it was pathetic—how easily he had you trembling, how greedily your hips jerked forward, chasing the maddening friction. and kai? he fucking thrived on it. the glint in his blue-grey eyes sharpened, turning darker as he savored every choked whimper, every helpless twitch of your cock in his hand.)

"god, you really are dumb," he drawled, his smirk carving deeper into his face. his thumb swiped over the head of your cock, smearing the slick, sticky pre-cum pooling at the tip, making you jolt in his grip. the noise you made—a strangled mix of a gasp and a moan—shot straight to kai’s ego, his fingers tightening around you in response.) “you’re already dripping all over me, and I’ve barely done anything." (he wasn’t wrong—the wetness was obscene, slicking up his palm and leaving a glistening trail along the underside of your shaft as he stroked you slow and deliberate, every movement calculated to keep you teetering on the edge.)

your knees buckled again, your thighs trembling as you gripped the desk tighter, your head falling back with a broken whimper. "kai, please," you rasped, your voice cracking on the word. (it was humiliating—how wrecked you sounded, how easily he’d reduced you to this. but the worst part? he drank in your wrecked state like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen, a predator reveling in his prey’s helplessness.)

"please?" he echoed, his smirk widening, the mockery in his tone cutting like a knife. "what are you begging for, puppy? huh? you want me to let you cum?" his hand slowed, his thumb pressing teasingly into the slit at the tip of your cock, dragging the slick wetness down over your shaft in slow, deliberate circles. “you want me to let you cum?” (the way he said it—mocking and filthy, like it was a joke—made your chest tighten, your cock twitching helplessly in his hand.)

"y-yeah," you stammered, barely able to get the words out between ragged breaths. "please, kai, i—"

"not happening, prez," he cut you off sharply, his fingers tightening around your cock until you gasped, hips jerking forward on instinct. (the pressure was just shy of painful, his grip like a vice that left your thighs shaking, your mind spinning as the line between pleasure and pain blurred into something overwhelming.) "you don’t get to cum until i say so. got it?"

you nodded frantically, your voice lost to the desperate sounds spilling from your throat as your hips bucked forward again, chasing the friction kai kept just out of reach. (it didn’t matter how desperate you were—kai was in control now, and he was taking his sweet fucking time with you.)

"good boy," he murmured, his voice low and rough, laced with approval that made your cock throb harder in his hand. (the praise shouldn’t have felt so good—shouldn’t have made heat pool in your stomach, shouldn’t have sent another pulse of pre-cum leaking from the tip—but it did, and kai fucking knew it.)

his hand started moving again, slow and deliberate, his thumb teasing the sensitive underside of your cock with every stroke. (the pace was maddening—just enough to keep the coil in your stomach tightening, your chest heaving as you clawed at the desk for something, anything to ground yourself.)

but just as you felt yourself start to tip over the edge, just as the tight knot of pressure in your gut began to snap, kai stopped. “ah, ah,” he scolded, his tone dripping with mockery as he pulled his hand away completely, leaving you throbbing and leaking in the open air. (the sudden loss of contact was agony, your cock twitching helplessly, desperate for the friction he’d stolen away. but kai just leaned back, his smirk twisting crueler as he watched you squirm, your wrecked little whines only fueling his amusement.)

"look at you," he said, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "so fucking desperate, so fucking needy. Is this how you are with everyone? or just me?" (his eyes dragged over you, taking in the way your cock throbbed, the way your chest heaved, the way your hips twitched forward uselessly, searching for relief.)

“kai,” you choked out, your voice wrecked and broken, your hands trembling as you reached for him. but he caught your wrist with a sharp laugh, shoving it back down onto the desk with enough force to make your breath hitch.

“uh-uh,” he said, his tone sharp as he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “you don’t get to touch me. you don’t get to touch yourself. you’ll sit here and take what I give you. understand?” (the weight of his words settled over you like a command, your head nodding frantically even as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the need burning in your gut almost too much to bear.)

“good boy,” kai murmured again, his voice low and dripping with condescension as his hand returned to your cock, his fingers wrapping around you in a firm, punishing grip. (the pressure sent a fresh wave of slick pre-cum spilling from the tip, your hips jerking forward involuntarily as his pace picked up, rougher this time, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.)

kai’s grip on your cock tightened, his fingers pressing into the slick, throbbing flesh as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you know,” he drawled, his voice low and mocking, “i should make you beg louder. let everyone outside hear what a desperate little slut the president of the house really is.” (the words dripped from his mouth like poison, slow and deliberate, and the way his breath ghosted over your skin sent a violent shudder racing down your spine. your cock twitched in his hand, leaking shamelessly, and kai? he fucking noticed. of course.)

“god, just imagine it,” he continued, his smirk sharp enough to cut. “one of your precious brothers walking by, hearing those pathetic little noises you keep making.” he gave your cock a slow stroke, his thumb swiping over the head, spreading the slick pre-cum that was pooling there. “you think they’d recognize you? their golden boy prez, standing here with his cock out, dripping all over my hand?” his voice dropped lower, rougher, the words rumbling against your ear in a way that made your chest tighten, heat pooling low in your stomach.

(and he was right. god, he was right. the sharp edge in his voice, the shame curling hot and tight in your chest, the thought of someone walking in—it should have made you recoil, should have made you pull away. but it didn’t. it sent another pulse of heat rushing to your gut, your cock twitching shamelessly in his hand.)

“i—i don’t—” you started to protest, but the words dissolved into a broken moan as kai’s thumb pressed harder against the sensitive slit at the tip of your cock, smearing the slick pre-cum down the length of your shaft. (the sound of it—the wet, filthy noise of his strokes—filled the room, mingling with your shaky breaths and the soft creak of the desk under your trembling thighs. it was obscene, overwhelming, and it only made your knees buckle harder.)

“you’re such a fucking mess,” kai muttered, his grip tightening, his pace picking up just enough to keep you on edge. “standing here, dripping all over my hand like some needy little toy. what do you think your brothers would say if they saw you like this, huh?” his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, his voice dropping into a filthy, teasing whisper.

“kai, please,” you rasped, your voice trembling, breaking, as you tugged weakly at his grip on your jaw. “someone might—”

“walk in?” kai cut you off, his smirk twisting wider. “yeah, they might.” he slowed his strokes, his hand moving in slow, deliberate circles over your cock, dragging his thumb along the sensitive underside with every pass. (the panic in your chest warred with the heat pooling low in your stomach, the thought of being caught making your thighs tremble. but it wasn’t just panic, was it? the shame, the humiliation, the filthy thrill of it—it had your cock throbbing harder, leaking more, the slick wetness making his strokes even louder, even more obscene.)

“hell, maybe i’ll leave the door open wider,” he mused, tilting his head as if he were actually considering it. “let them get a real good look at their precious prez, all wrecked and dripping for me. you think they’d believe it? that their golden boy is just a dumb little slut when he’s with me?”

the thought made your chest tighten, your cock twitching in his hand despite yourself. (you couldn’t help it—the image of someone walking in, seeing you like this, flushed and trembling, your cock flushed dark and leaking all over kai’s hand—it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, shame burning bright and hot in your gut.)

“kai, don’t,” you choked out, your voice barely above a whisper, but he just laughed—a low, cruel sound that made your stomach twist.

“oh, puppy,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery as his fingers tightened around your shaft, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. “don’t act like you don’t want it. you’d love it if someone saw you like this. you’d fucking love it, wouldn’t you?”

(and the worst part? he wasn’t wrong. the humiliation, the thrill, the filthy heat of it—it was eating you alive, making your hips jerk forward, your cock throbbing against his palm as he teased you mercilessly.)

kai’s grin split wider as he watched you collapse against the desk, your body trembling and slack. you were so wrecked, so far gone, and yet somehow still holding onto whatever shred of dignity you had left—barely. your cock twitched helplessly in the open air, shiny with slick pre-cum that trailed obscenely down the length, pooling on the desk’s polished surface. “god, prez, look at you,” he muttered, his tone dripping with mockery as his gaze dragged over your wrecked body. “such a pretty mess.” his hand hovered near your face, fingers flexing like he was deciding whether or not to touch you again. (the anticipation made your stomach churn, heat pooling low in your gut as you fought the urge to beg for it.)

you whimpered, barely able to lift your head to meet his eyes, and his grin turned downright feral. “hmm? what’s the matter? cat got your tongue?” he teased, his voice low and mocking. then, slowly, he reached for his belt, his fingers brushing deliberately against the metal buckle before undoing it. the sharp, metallic clink sent a shiver racing down your spine. the sound was too loud in the quiet room, cutting through the heavy, oppressive air like a blade. it felt deliberate, like a show just for you, and your thighs clenched together, trying to hide the way your cock twitched at the thought of what was coming.

kai slid the belt free from the loops of his jeans in one smooth motion, the leather whispering against the fabric as he pulled it taut between his hands. “you think you deserve it?” he asked, his voice low and rough, every word dragging across your skin like sandpaper.

“i—” you swallowed hard, your voice breaking as you tried to speak. your throat was dry, your lips trembling as you forced yourself to look up at him. the weight of his gaze was suffocating. “i’ll do whatever you want, kai. just—please.” the words spilled out, raw and desperate, the humiliation sharp as you heard yourself begging. but you didn’t care. the ache was unbearable, your entire body trembling with the need for him to just touch you again.

“whatever i want?” he echoed, his voice dripping with condescension. he popped the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down with an infuriating slowness. (the metallic rasp of the zipper sent another shiver through you, your breathing hitching as he shoved the fabric down his hips, revealing the outline of his cock straining against his boxer briefs.)

your gaze flicked downward, drawn to him like a magnet, and your breath caught in your throat. (the hard, thick length of him pressed against the fabric was impossible to ignore, the heat pooling in your gut turning molten as your thighs trembled.)

“like what you see?” he asked, his voice sharp with mockery, as if he could read every filthy thought running through your head. he steeped closer, his free hand reached out, fingers curling around the back of your neck, his grip firm as he pulled you forward. (the heat of his palm was dizzying, his skin rough against your own, and the closeness made it impossible to think—your cock throbbing painfully as you swallowed hard, your lips parting on instinct.)

you nodded frantically, your wide eyes flicking up to meet his, and kai’s laugh was sharp and cruel. “of course you do,” he muttered, shaking his head. “you’re so fucking easy.”

then he kissed you—hard, messy, claiming—his teeth scraped against your bottom lip, his tongue sliding into your mouth without hesitation. (the taste of him was overwhelming, bittersweet and electric, his mouth demanding and unrelenting, and the sharp sting of his teeth made a broken noise escape from your throat.) his fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you closer, and your hips bucked forward instinctively, your cock brushing against the hard length of his.

kai pulled back, your lips still parted and aching for his. strings of saliva clung between you, catching the dim light in obscene little trails as he licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with something dark and satisfied. “getting ahead of yourself, prez?” he teased, then, without waiting for a response, his free hand slipped between your bodies, wrapping around both of your cocks in one firm, unforgiving grip.

the sudden pressure made your knees buckle, a wrecked moan spilling from your lips before you could stop it. kai didn’t let up, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had your thighs trembling. (the slick slide of your cock against his sent shockwaves of heat through your body, your breath hitching as you fought the urge to thrust into his hand like some desperate animal.)

“fuck,” kai muttered, his voice rough and low. his eyes were locked on the sight of your cocks sliding together, his grip tightening as he picked up the pace. “look at you. dripping all over me like the needy little slut you are.” the words were cruel, but the heat in his voice, the way his breath hitched as his cock throbbed against yours, sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you.

“kai,” you gasped, your hips jerking forward as your thighs trembled, but he didn’t let up. his strokes were relentless, his pace a steady rhythm that had your breath coming in short, shaky gasps.

“bet you’ve never done this with your little frat bros, huh?” kai said, his smirk splitting wider. “jerking each other off after practice? getting off in the showers?” (the filthy imagery burned in your mind, and you couldn’t help the way your cock twitched in his hand, your chest heaving as heat flooded your face.)

“n-no,” you stammered, but the broken, wrecked tone of your voice only seemed to amuse him further.

“liar,” he hissed, his teeth catching the edge of your jaw as his strokes grew faster, rougher. “bet you fucking loved it. all those eyes on you. you’re such a goddamn exhibitionist, prez.”

your knees buckled, the tension in your body overwhelming as every nerve seemed to scream at once. your head dropped forward, your forehead nearly brushing his shoulder, and you gasped out a shaky breath, hips jerking forward in desperate, uncontrollable movements. the pressure in your gut was unbearable now, winding tighter with every stroke of his hand.

kai’s breath was hot against your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it in a way that made you shudder. his grip on your cock tightened, his strokes quick and unrelenting, every pass of his hand sending sparks of heat racing through you. he was relentless, calculated, dragging you right to the edge and holding you there, and it felt like your body was on the verge of snapping in half.

“don’t hold back,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, almost a whisper. it was close enough that you could feel the vibration of it against your skin. “cum for me, wanna feel it all over my hand.”

the words hit like a spark to dry kindling, and the knot in your stomach unraveled all at once. you came with a wrecked, desperate sound, your thighs shaking as sticky ropes of cum spilled over his hand, dripping down to pool on the floor between you. (the sight of it—messy and obscene—made your chest heave, shame and pleasure tangling together in a way that made your head swim.)

kai didn’t stop. his hand kept moving, relentless and precise, dragging you through the aftershocks with strokes that were both merciless and grounding. his own cock pulsed against yours, the sticky heat of his release smearing over your stomach and the softening length of your cock as he groaned low in your ear.

“fuck,” he hissed, his breath hot against your neck, his voice thick with satisfaction and something darker. his hand stayed wrapped around both of you, slick and filthy, dragging his release over your skin as he pressed his lips to the curve of your shoulder. “look at you,” he muttered, the words rough, almost reverent, as his teeth sank into the flesh of your shoulder. the sharp sting sent a jolt through you, grounding you even as your mind swirled, overwhelmed and dazed.

for a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of your ragged breathing, the wet, obscene slide of his hand slowing as he loosened his grip. his chest rose and fell against your back, warm and solid as he held you there, pressed close, his body a steadying anchor. He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. his eyes were dark, heavy-lidded and glinting with amusement and satisfaction as his lips curled into a lazy smirk.

“messy,” he drawled, his voice low and languid as his fingers swiped through the cum streaking your stomach, smearing it further over your skin in deliberate, slow motions. he lifted his hand, holding it up for both of you to see. the sticky fluid dripped between his fingers, glistening in the dim light as he turned his hand slightly, watching the way it clung to his skin.

his blue-grey eyes flicked back to yours, the amusement there sharpening into something more commanding. “open up, puppy,” he said softly, the edge of authority in his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

your chest heaved, the remnants of your release leaving you spent and pliant, too dazed to resist. slowly, your lips parted, your body obeying on instinct. kai’s fingers slipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, the taste of salt and musk filling your senses.

“good boy,” he murmured, his voice soft but cutting, the praise settling over you like a warm weight. his thumb dragged over your bottom lip, smearing a trace of cum there as he withdrew his fingers, leaving your mouth feeling empty, aching for more.

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NISHI BFF !!!! ( ≧ᗜ≦) congrats on 300 followers !! <3333 u really deserve it since all of ur writing are good :3333 anw ! i'd like to place an order w itoshi rin !! (shocking, i know) i'd like the flavor to be sweet with the 🍨 and 🍦 as toppings !!! hehe that's all, thank u for ur service <33 CONGRATS AGAIN & LOVE U LOTSSS !!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶 - totally not miro

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luck just never seems to be on his side, rin concludes.

the overhang on the roof does nothing to shield you two from the downpour— the raindrops feel like they’re coming down in sheets, hitting from an angle that renders the overhang absolutely useless, and there seems to be no end in sight. the storm seems to only roar louder the longer you stay out, and you’ve both come to terms with the fact that you’re bound to get sick after this.

you’re both drenched, shivering from the cold seeping through the fabric of your clothes, and the only warmth you can feel are your shoulders pressed up against each other. he’s glaring at the sky, as if cursing it in his mind, and you can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the situation is.

he eyes you from the side, with no real malice. “this is insane,” rin grumbles under his breath, wiping away the stray droplets that slide down his face. it's useless; the rain is relentless, his hair is already soaked all the way through, and his bangs are sticking uncomfortably to his face. “all this because you wanted some damn ice cream.” and now you’re both stranded, waiting out a storm for who-knows how long.

“hey,” you frown at him, voice laced with offense. “i didn’t ask you to come with me. you tagged along on your own!”

he doesn’t refute, partly (mostly) because he knows you aren’t wrong. but he doesn’t bring up the fact that it was bordering nighttime, the sun on the verge of setting right as you were about to leave, and that he was not going to let you walk by yourself. so he sulks instead, face still as displeased as ever, and looking off to the side as his ears and face flood with heat.

it doesn’t stop you from feeling guilt, however. you look at the side of his face, lips pressed into a tight line as you think of what to say next. “let’s try to look on the bright side,” you nudge his arm, trying to get him to look at you. “it’s kind of perfect, right? this feels like something straight out of a coming-of-age movie. i’ll drag you to the street under the rain— and you won’t complain because we’re both drenched already anyways— and we’ll dance like our lives are stress-free and perfect.”

“absolutely not.” there’s an incredulous look on his face as he shoots you a glance, before he’s shaking his head and scooting further away from you. you both shiver at the loss of contact. “stop watching those rom-coms, they’re giving you stupid ideas.”

you roll your eyes, playfully, though he doesn’t see. you won’t take no for an answer, though, and there’s a glint of determination in your eyes before you’re abruptly standing up. his eyes shoot to you, a look of concern washing over his face as he realizes what you’re about to do. before he could protest any more, your hand is already wrapping around his wrist, tugging him along with you toward the empty street.

he tells himself that he at least tried to yank you back under the “safety” of the overhang, but he’s never really had the heart to be rough with you, so he doesn’t stop you.

“what are you—” he starts, but he’s cut off by the sound of your laughter, blending with the sound of the rain falling around the two of you. the words get stuck in his throat, and he mentally reprimands himself for thinking about how pretty your laugh sounded just now. it concerns him, the fact that every little thing you do seems to have such a big effect on him.

you’re blissfully unaware.

“come on,” you say, dragging the last word, voice on the precipice of pleading with him. but, he thinks to himself, you really would never have to plead with him. (he’d say yes to you, in a heartbeat, if he would allow himself.)

the lack of resistance allows you to drag him in front of you, and your arms find their way onto his shoulders and your hands clasp behind his neck. he stiffens visibly against you, unfamiliar with this feeling of being this close to you. at least, not like this— not when it’s just the two of you and everything feels more real. as if you actually like him, but he pushes that thought into the back of his mind. he tells himself to push you away. “dance with me, just this once. please?”

rin just doesn’t know how to say no to you, and he folds. so he lets you spin the two of you around the wet asphalt, feeling the rain fully soak through your clothes, ignoring the chill that settles deep under your skin and into your bones. it’s cold, but all he feels is the warmth of your skin on his and the blooming warmth that spreads through his body. it’s cold, but oddly enough, he doesn’t feel so cold around you.

though, this is the most awkward dance imaginable; you’re constantly stepping on his toes, and his hands feel robotic as they cling weirdly onto your waist, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. neither do you, so he supposes you don’t mind. there’s no fluidity in his movements, and he’s sure dancing with him is the equivalent of dancing with a mannequin, but oddly enough, you seem to enjoy this.

you cling to him in a way that’s closer than necessary, and you’re smiling at him, looking deep into his eyes with an emotion he’s never really seen before. it makes him wonder: how is he looking at you right now?

deep down, he enjoys this too, and it shows in the way he doesn’t push you away. instead, holding onto you tightly, fingers digging into your waist. it’s his first chance at seeing the real you—

rin’s gazing deeply at you right now, face flushed and hot as he takes in the sight of you. there’s a carefree and truly happy smile on your face, and your laugh repeats like some melody in his head, and you look beautiful. even with your matted hair and clothes sticking weirdly to your skin, his opinion of you never changes.

he’s thankful for the small distance between you, scared of his own thoughts and how he just can’t seem to think clearly around you. he’s thankful for the distance, until he isn’t.

there’s space between you one second, and then it shrinks; you’re pulling him by the neck, even closer to you as you try to whisper something into his ear. it’s inaudible, he doesn’t hear a word you’re saying. not when all he can focus on is the proximity, or lack thereof, between the two of you. you stay like this, until he hears you vaguely call out his name, and then silence. his breath picks up, the same with yours when you both realize just how close you’ve gotten.

you make an effort to pull away. but he acts before he thinks. rin holds you in place, and just as quickly as the thought comes, he kisses you— awkward, clumsy, and urgent.

it’s not slow, but pouring with an unexpected passion. your teeths clash and you both fumble around as you try to find harmony, until your lips finally move in sync with his. it’s sweeter than expected, and he likes it more than he would ever admit. he can feel your lips subtly smile into his own, and he’s sure he is too, but he ignores it as he chases this unnamed feeling. the feeling that makes him feel weird, fuzzy, happy?

your hands find their way to the hairs at the nape of his neck, burying your fingers in the strands as you pull him in, and his arms wrap themselves around you. it's overwhelming, and your minds feel like they've gone into overdrive. you’re both trembling— from the cold or from the rush of it all, you’re not really sure.

the rush doesn’t stop the alarms in his head from going off.

do you like him too? is this real for you too? because, as far as he’s aware, you don’t do this in a fake relationship. at no point should it ever include kissing like you meant it. at no point should the thought, “i could stay like this,” pop into his mind.

but it did, and this kiss was very much real, and he meant it.

as you pull away for air, your breaths mingle, and you stay frozen in each other's arms as you wrap your head around what just happened. he looks horrified, eyes widening, like he’s just realized what he’s done.

you’re out of breath, and your face is mirroring his. like the reality of the situation had just sunk in. and for a second, he panics. he’s about to pull away from you, unravel himself from your hold and mumble out an apology, and maybe pretend this never happened—

“i think i’m in love with you.” instead, the words come tumbling out of your lips. rushed, raw, full of emotion and feeling. as if they've spilled from your heart. “like, for real.”

rin’s heart stutters, and he breathes hard. it’s a pattern with him, because once again, he acts before he thinks. the words, "i think i'm in love with you, too,” falls from his lips. “like, for real, too.”

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turvi · 6 months ago

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WARNING: MESSY TIMELINE. DOES NOT FOLLOW CANON. CURSE WORDS, INJURIES

Part 1

Her eyes were trained on him. The chaos around her starts to fade as usual when she sees him look at her. Now that he knows how she feels there is a different kind of intensity in his eyes. It is like the world around her doesn't exist. The usual noise of James and Sirius chattering dulls as she studies his face. There may be a lot of distance between them physically but the way Severus and Y/n look at each other feels more intimate than the act of intimacy.

Their spell is broken at the sound of James cackling. Y/n gulps taking deep breath. Feeling as if Severus just saw every inch of her soul, Merlin she never felt this vulnerable but it feels so good.

Y/n clenched her jaw as she saw fellow Gryffindor students pointed at Severus and giggling. "He deserves it" she looks at the source of voice. James in his true fashion looked smug, as if he truly believes what he says. Y/n looks back to find an empty spot where he was sitting she takes one last bite of her cold breakfast and gets up.

"hey where are you going?" Sirius asked with a smirk that is ever- present on his face. Y/n shrugged her shoulder "nowhere specific, the weather is lovely might as well take a walk".

Before Sirius could speak again Y/n quickly walks and rushes out of the Great Hall.

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Potions is a rather difficult class for Y/n, not because she has difficulty making potions but because she often gets distracted by Severus' hands. While trying to remember how many times she has to stir the potion her eyes would wander and study how gracefully and expertly Severus chops the ingredients.

Even Y/n does not understand how she finds beauty in what the world has deemed to be ruined and damned but one glance at his face and her heart throbs at the way the sun creates shadow on his face, the way she can spot a few freckles on his nose and kiss each of them.

"....L/n"

Y/n is pulled out of her daze by Slughorn's booming voice. She tensed up as she saw him checking her potion "Hmm there is still some room for improvement but well done...you certainly have improved in your potions. Not the best like Evan's potion but well done"

"Well... as long as I am not failing," Y/n thinks. But her thoughts are interrupted again when she feels like she is being watched. She tries to ignore it but ultimately looks around the class to find Severus staring at her. The students start to murmur as they catch him staring at her, looking at Y/n in pity, already creating stories about how the disgusting monster is plotting to prey on the sweet Y/n.

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A few days passed but for Y/n it felt like the days were blending. After that conversation, Severus has not spoken to her and truthfully after her experience with other boys she did not expect much, how would you expect Severus to feel for Y/n like he feels for Lily. Maybe it is her destiny to love Severus and watch him love Lily. Maybe in the next lifetime, she will experience how it feels to be loved by Severus Snape.

Y/n's best friend Carol watched her continue loving one man who has loved only one girl and she could not take her best friend long for the man that could never be hers. "Y/n don't you get it, he is an obsessive creep he will never love you back."

Y/n sighs "Carol...you cannot control your feelings. I let him know my feelings if he doesn't reciprocate that is fate but don't tell me not to love him...I cannot do that." Her voice cracks, she does not understand how she can feel so deeply for someone so damned.

Carol declares defeat with a sigh. She feels Y/n is digging her own grave, as loving Severus Snape could only result in pain and agony. She thinks Y/n is naive, but Y/n knows Severus Snape could ruin her with just one look at her. She only wants to give him one chance to show his true side, show her who Severus Snape truly is and that day approached soon.

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The weather has always been gloomy here in Hogwarts, it is so rare to see even a sight of the sun. Yet somehow Y/n felt unease in her chest when she saw thunder clapping outside the window, ignoring the usual chattering of her cousin and his friends until she heard "we leave immediately after dinner."

Y/n immediately turns around to face James "wait wait go where where....go why?"

James sighs dramatically, putting his hand on his chest. "Ah, my little cousin does care about me." Y/n rolls her eyes. "Don't be silly. What are you up to now?" Ever since she has known her cousin she has seen a smirk on his face and she has learned one thing- he is up to no good. His teenage boy brain always trying to find the adrenaline in low-grade pranks. "Well...we know that Snivellus is hanging around the wrong crowd like the evil git he is. We want to catch him and give him hell. He deserves it for calling Lily....mudblood"

Y/n bites her tongue. Don't say anything....don't say anything....don't say anything. "Well, what if this wrong crowd is with him, James? You know you are talking about death eaters...they are not your regular students who would back down with a simple Stupefy or something.". She is terrified, the dread in her chest only grows. Even if James can be annoying and plans to trouble Severus....he is going after something that could lead to a fate worse than death.

Sirius pats her head and it takes everything in her not to glare at him "y/nn we have been following him. We know his schedule. We will follow him to the Hogsmeade and get him... before he meets the death eater." Sirius lets out a chuckle as if this is hilarious "he will be in such a state even those guys will see what a weak boy he is."

James chimes in laughing even louder "he will piss in his pants." Y/n grits her teeth. The cackles of the boys make her shiver, she desperately looks at Remus who as always... looks away. "James please..." she interrupted their moment of joy, James looked at her, pride filling his chest as he responded, "come on then".

The marauders step out and the thundering only gets more aggressive...almost as if warning about the danger that looms over the group. With every step they take fear starts to consume her heart. Y/n cannot decide who she fears more- the marauders or the death eaters, but she has one goal clear in her head...save Severus.

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The marauders stay hidden in the shadows, waiting for Snape, but they can't even spot the dungeon bat's shadow. The speed of the wind picked up as the group's eyes focused on the street leading to Hogsmeade. Y/n crossed her fingers silently, wishing Severus would not come. Then immediately, Peter spoke up, pointing towards the High Street: "We should look there."

"Wait...why do you think we should specifically look there? We will be easily spotted" Y/n pointed out, only to be shushed by her cousin. This is not good. "James, please let's go...look, even the weather is getting worse."

"Sweetheart relax...we just want to make Snivellus piss in his pants...we can deal with some death eaters" Sirius responds giving Y/n his charming toothy smile which made Y/n grit her teeth. Oh, how Sirius was wrong. As everyone ran towards the High Street, her eyes frantically looked for Severus, now a different fear started to consume Y/n. Where is Severus?

Before anyone even had a moment to take in their surroundings they were suddenly targets of spells coming out from the wands of death eaters that were approaching them. Remus and Y/n immediately take charge as Sirius and James find their bearings. As she casts Protego, Remus looks back at the two "where is Peter?" Before they can speak up one of the death eaters strikes Y/n with an Expelliarmus immediately breaking their shield "no time we have to hide".

James shrieks as he gets hit with a spell on his shoulder, making him bleed, Sirius immediately picks him up as he also strikes spells trying to keep the death eaters away.

"Crap they blocked the only way we can go back" Remus nervously looks at the 3 death eaters that were coming towards the group. Y/n whispers "lets go towards the Cemetery we'll figure a way out". Remus puts another Protego as they run away from death eaters. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she and Remus casted spells defending themselves from the death eaters that were closing in...Peter still nowhere to be seen and as the rain starts to get heavier it became more difficult to navigate the alleyways.

Y/n yelps and stumbles as she gets hit on her leg, Remus slows down but she pushed him as she tries to run "don't stop just keep running". She winces as she tries to run. The boys run quicker than her and she realized she has a lot of ground to cover when suddenly she gets hit again that made her fall.

She picks her wand immediately to defend herself but gets hit with another spell that made her drop her wand. Y/n's heart rate spikes up as the death eaters walk closer to her. She tries to get up but her wounds make her cry in pain. As they walk closer she immediately grabs her wand again casts a stupefy and limps towards a dark alley. She looks back and groans as she saw the death eaters running after her again but as she turned around she bumped into someone. Her eyes widen as she saw the death eaters standing in front of her as soon as she raised her wand he gripped her wrist and turned her around, pulling her towards his chest. In that moment Y/n knew she was going to die. But to her surprise this death eater—quite skillfully disarms the death eaters, and casts the obliviate spell on him.

Wait his voice sounds familiar. Before she gets to wrack her brain the death eater picks her up bridal style and they vanish amongst a black cloud before the other death eaters could come to their senses.

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She feels like her head is spinning when they finally reach somewhere. Y/n looks around and it looks like a very old house . The scent of herbs oddly makes her feel safer even though right now she is in the arms of a strange death eater.

The death eater gently takes her to his bathroom and seated her on a stool. Y/n's eyes follows his move carefully. As soon he points his wand towards her she points her wand towards his.

"That is of no use you silly woman. I was able to disarm 3 very skilled death eaters in one move...what makes you think I cannot do the same to you"

Severus.

Y/n tries her best not to smile... cursing her stupid heart. After all what he said was also a bit insulting. She lowers her wand. "I think I did quite well". At that Severus furiously took his mask off. "What were you thinking coming there with those idiots...do you have any idea what would have happened to you if those bastards got their hands on you?"

Y/n huffed. Even if the sight of this man makes her heart flutter he has a mouth full of insults that makes her grind her teeth. In that moment of silence her brain has awfully reminded her that this is the first time she is talking to Severus after that day she confessed her feelings for him. As Severus casted a healing spell on her wounds one thing was clear in her head. She does not regret her words.

"Are you going to tell me what you were doing there or are you going to sit there like a statue"?

Y/n fiddled her fingers as she quietly spoke "they were planning to pull another nasty prank on you. I couldn't just sit there. I came along so that I could somehow...help you get away from them"

"Clearly, I didn't need your help," Severus growled as he looked into her eyes, which were trying their best not to shed a tear. Does he hate her that much? Y/n looks away from his eyes only to feel his cold finger under her chin, which makes her look back towards him. "Y/n...if James would have hurt me...beat me till I was unconscious I would have been able to tolerate that but...but if something would have happened to you...I would not have been able to live with myself."

Y/n gulps, her heart beats so loudly she fears it might be the only sound echoing in the house. She felt a shiver up her spine as she felt his cold finger slowly make its way from her chin to her throat "I can't help but fear what would have happened to you if I came even a second late...I cannot even begin to forgive myself for the injuries you have sustained right now".

Her pulse quickened as Severus wrapped his hand gently around her throat "you are insane if you still want to love me because this...the double life, the death eaters...this is a part of my life in such a way even if I try I will not be able to detach myself from it...if you get involved with me...you get involved with this".

"I love you....so much" Y/n's voice wavered as his thumb rubbed her throat. Severus groaned "you are so stubborn". Y/n gasped as Severus finally closed the gap between them and kissed her, chasing the taste of rain on her lips. At that moment Y/n forgot all about her pain, about how James might react, about how cold she was right now and could only focus on how Severus tastes. Despite the pain in her body, her hand flew to his hair, letting Severus in between her legs and rendering her speechless.

Severus pulls away from her lips with a wet pop and it takes her a few minutes before she can open her eyes. As she does, she looks at him fondly, her eyes not able to look away from the supposed damned boy that stood in front of her, his hand still wrapped around her throat. She can't help but let out a whimper as Severus in his baritone voice whispers a soft promise in her ear, sealing it with another passionate kiss on her lips that made her knees weak.

I love you so much...I will protect you until my last breath, love. I promise.

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Care | David Cliff

Pairing: David Cliff (The High Note) x Black Fem OC (Sybelle Selene Jackson) Summary: David will always go the extra mile to ensure Sybelle is cared for. Warnings: Suggestive content. WC: 2529 Reference: Care by Sonder AN: Because @youreadthatright asked about David and Sybelle. I genuinely hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know your thoughts! Remember: likes are appreciated, but reblogs, asks, and comments are encouraged!

After the day she had, she fully understood why her mother befriended a bottle of wine and a cigarette now and then after a shift that turned tumultuous in minutes. Frustration greeted her with a kiss, while exhaustion welcomed her with a hug. All tell-tale signs to release the gas and pump the brake—a message that wouldn’t be visible even if it were tattooed on her eyelids.

Hyper independence and stubbornness worked together like a well-oiled machine. As long as the work got done, nothing else mattered. The music mattered; the music always mattered.

The house was quiet, but her head spun like an object on a swivel. Her phone rang nonstop, and her laptop cried from being poked and prodded with calls and emails. She tried her best to keep her head above the sea of calls that demanded her attention, but she couldn’t catch her breath. She was drowning, but that damned pride of her tugged her back, unsure of letting go.

She hardly registered her husband’s presence over the brain-rotting sound of a privileged artist ranting on the other side of the receiver. Sybelle dropped her head into her hands and sighed deeply, trying her best to regain control over the situation. Hours seemed to pass before the call ended, and Sybelle tossed her phone on the desk with a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t long before another name came on the screen, and her ear-blitzing ringtone ricocheted off the green accent wall in their shared office.

He saw the tension in her posture. How her shoulders rolled over and how her spine curled. Something weighed on her heavily to the point of physically distorting her comfort. He didn’t like it.

Sybelle’s phone was covered by a hand that wasn’t hers as she tried to reach for it, desperate to get the call out of the way. Her eyes cut toward him, filled with an emotion neither of them could name. Her hand darted to snatch the phone from him, but one stern look had her retreating to her seat with her hand at her side. “Redirect the calls. I’ll take care of it. Just…no calls for 48 hours, alright? I appreciate it.” Sybelle’s lips parted as she prepared to protest. “You’re done for the day, Sybelle.”

Her protests didn't fall on deaf ears; he chose not to engage verbally. When she attempted to pull her phone from his fingers, he slid it into the pocket of his sweatpants. This was not the most secure location, he realized, as she'd grown accustomed to exploring what was beneath the loose fabric and had no issue with doing so. However, her body stilled when he crouched down, fingers grazing her ankle.

One foot at a time, his hand cupped the bottom of her outrageously elevated stilettos. The softest sigh replaced all her fussing and fighting as she wiggled her pedicured toes. His eyes lifted to soak in her current state. Her eyelids were low, her shoulders had dropped just an inch, and she slumped back against the cushion of her favorite chair. "I don't want you touching that phone tonight, Belle." His firm statement pulled her out of her state of relaxation.

"D, I have to--ooh, that feels good," she moaned softly as his thumbs pressed against the tender part of her foot. She inhaled deeply and sighed. "I've got to work. The project..." The rest of her sentence blended with Leon Thomas's soft melodies.

“…isn’t going anywhere,” David finished. “You’ve been working too hard. Let me take care of you tonight. We can order your favorite takeout, eat, watch a movie, I’ll eat you during the movie, then we go to sleep and start all over in the morning.” He winked at her quickly, and Sybelle laughed out loud at his attempt to coerce her into relaxation.

His efforts were greatly appreciated. In a world where she never felt like she could slow down because breaks didn’t exist for Black women, her husband served as a steady reminder that she could slow down and let someone take care of her. And with him, she didn’t have to beg. It was something he wanted to do. Provide comfort.

As her laughter faded, she smiled softly. Her eyes caught his, wide and full of love for her. How could he not oblige his request? And better yet, for her well-being, why fight it? She sank further in the chair and relished in the reduction of sore feet as her husband catered to her intentionally. “Okay, baby,” she said after some time. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Whatever you say.”

Leon’s voice morphed into that of Brent Faiyaz before she realized. She found herself humming along to the lyrics under her breath. She was in a daze in Lalaland until David’s fingers of magic stopped working against her flesh. One eye popped open, and she saw him standing on his feet. A pout formed on her lips as she asked, “That felt good; why’d you stop?”

David laughed. “My thumbs hurt, girl. And that bath won’t stay hot forever. Get upstairs. I’m about to order this food.” He left no room for objection. Sybelle placed her hand in his awaiting palm, a little voice in the back of her mind nagging about the time she could be spending finishing a track, but she saw how much effort he put into creating a calm environment for her. She’d feel even worse than she did if she disrupted it.

Sybelle let him undress her when they reached their bathroom. One by one, he peeled each layer off her body, his lips brushing against every place they could touch. She shuddered as they found their way to her hip, nipping and sucking as his fingers hooked around her black underwear, tugging them down. She stepped out of them, her body on full display. David inhaled deeply—a goodness in human form.

“Will you join me?” Sybelle asked, twisting her rings around her finger. She saw the wheels turning in his head. It was her moment, he thought, to relax and unwind without distraction. However, if she wanted him, who was he to reject her wish? David agreed with a nod, peeling the long-sleeve shirt off his body.

They settled together in the tub, her back against his chest. Her hands waded in the water, and she played with the deflating bubbles. She brought some to her lips and blew them, smiling as they dispersed in the air. A comfortable silence surrounded them. David was usually an excellent conversationalist but refused to bring up work, so silence was the best option. The longer they sat in it, the more she relaxed; that was the goal.

His touch was gentle, soothing against her shoulders. Sybelle’s lips parted to welcome the prettiest sigh that quickened his heart. “Mm…” Instead of clamoring about work and busy schedules, they planned their next getaway.

“I would like to go to Athens. Sparta,” Sybelle started. “Maybe even trek up Mount Olympus to see the ruins, yeah?” If she had not followed her heart and chosen music, she would’ve stuck with the safe choice of becoming a history teacher. It was a love that never dwindled. David nodded twice, taking a mental inventory of her most recent desire.

His lips parted to respond, but his phone’s notification pulled his attention away from her. He leaned over the edge of the tub—driver will arrive soon. ETA: 25 minutes. David pecked her cheek and continued to caress her wet skin. “M’sure we can make that happen. Food is gonna be here soon—“ His intention to leave her to soak her tense body by herself while he prepared to greet the delivery driver was halted when she turned in his arms.

David’s jaw fell to make room for a shuddered sigh. Sybelle was beautiful, always had been, but here, now, with her rich skin covered in bubbles that slid off her shoulders and down the valley of her breasts while her eyelids sat low, was a sight to behold. She waded closer, settling in his lap. “We’ve got time…”

His eyebrow raised. “Oh?” At first, he had to pry work from her cold fingers. Now, she reveled in it like rose petals on a hotel bed. It offered a benefit for both of them—she got to unwind and he got to assist her—two birds with one stone.

Sybelle smiled small, wrapping her sudsy arms around his neck. Slowly, she brought her face closer to his. She could see every non-existent pore on his skin and count the hairs on his chin. Her lips brushed against his as her hips rocked back and forth. David’s resolve began to crumble. His mouth opened to release a low groan. “Yeah,” she breathed against his lips. “Ten minutes was never a challenge before, right?”

The phone was long forgotten, along with the delivery order just minutes away. It was rare for him to completely let go, not worrying about life's looming responsibilities and demands. It was uncommon for her to take off multiple hats to stay in the moment. It would not be very responsible of him to return to the world when he had the empress of his universe pressed against him in a sensual hug,

Therefore, there was minimal room for rebuttal, especially when silky walls entrapped him in a vice grip he never wanted to escape. Her soft whimpers were in harmony with the rhythm of the warm water sloshing against the tub walls. David’s head lulled backward against the porcelain tub, and his hands gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into her slick skin. “Yeah, yeah. Ten minutes…just like that, baby…mm.”

He clothed her, sliding her favorite nightgown over her body with ease, but not before ensuring his lips followed every place the fabric touched. He then rubbed her down in that vanilla and shea butter body whip she adored. This led to another rendezvous, which forced David to text the delivery driver to leave the package at the door, and a generous tip would be reflected in his time.

Sybelle, drunk off her husband's affection but still coherent enough to recognize the hunger that twisted in her stomach, fought hard to open her mouth and say: “Baby, I love you, but I’m hungry.” The eyebrow raise and a light smirk she received in response let her know she walked into his following statement: “I am, too.” What a double entendre. She giggled and pressed her hands against his chest, trying to flee from the war of kisses he launched against her face and neck. His tongue traced the spot behind her ear, and she shuddered, backing away.

With a pointed finger, she commanded, “Food now, playtime later.” Sybelle kissed his pouted lips twice and slid out of his reach. “Quicker you eat, the quicker you get to take this off, and we can go aga—“

David smacked his lips and moved past her with an urgency she hadn’t seen since she’d been home. With a playful tone, he said, “Move, girl. You takin’ too long, I’m hungry.” Sybelle gasped out a laugh and shoved his shoulder playfully, watching as he raced downstairs to scarf down his meal like a child eager to finish dinner so they’d get dessert. But she was his dessert.

The dessert he’d have to wait to savor because, in purse David fashion, he made a mess. It was intentional, she noted. The spoon was centimeters away from her lips and pecked her cheek, a long streak of pepper sauce dripping down her face. Her jaw fell agape, and David shrugged, “Sorry, B.” What started as an innocent night between lovers ended with a kitchen covered in food as they retreated to versions of their childhood selves.

“You are impossible,” Sybelle laughed as she brought a paper towel to her face to remove remnants of their shared meal. Her eyes danced around the kitchen. Microwave covered in sauce, counters littered with rice, and the floor wet with water. On any other day, she would have lost her mind. While she knew cleaning would be a two-man task that could’ve been avoided, she had to admit: “But, that’s the first time I’ve laughed like that in a while.”

David grinned like he’d beaten Joe Burrow and claimed the Heisman for himself. He took a damp paper towel over her forehead to remove dirt and debris. “That was the goal. I just wanted you to relax, baby. Though…it’s gon’ have to be after we get to this.” He waved his hand toward the mess they created in tandem.

Sybelle nodded with an amused expression on her face. She cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Well, quicker you clean, quicker we can go ups—“

His eyes lit up like stars, and a playful smirk toyed on his lips. “You know,” David cut her off, moving to grab the paper towel off the holder and the bleach spray from under the kitchen sink. “I don’t know what’s up with you and this lack of urgency, but we got things to do, B. I’m tryna take you down, girl!”

His wife threw her hands up in mock offense and dropped the used paper towel into the trashcan. “Coming, coming!”

Another moment of intimacy between man and wife, an additional shower that almost turned into another love session until Sybelle begged him to give her body a break (though she wanted it just as much as he did), and new pajamas later, they lay in their king-sized bed. The second Black cinema movie of the night played on the television ahead. While she tried to keep her eyes focused on the screen ahead, her eyelids grew heavy, and sleep loomed over Sybelle like a cloud.

"Go to sleep," she heard David say gently, his hand caressing her hip. He was wide awake, his eyes trained on the television, yet by the sound of her breathing, he knew it wouldn't be long before her body shut down for the evening.

A series of sighs escaped her lips as her body melted into the sheets. The flickering light from the television cast dancing shadows across the room that would’ve distracted her any other day. Still, in the current moment, Sybelle’s focus was slipping, her mind floating toward the beauty and tranquility of a food and love-induced sleep.

David’s hand lingered on her, fingertips tracing slow patterns across her skin. His warmth remained, his presence constant like the sun's rising and setting. “You good?” he whispered, his voice low, though he knew the answer.

Sybelle smiled, the weight of the day and the tenderness of the night catching up to her. “Yeah,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. “I’m good.”

With that, she shut her eyes completely, the quiet pulse of their shared breath filling the space between them. The world outside faded completely—his primary goal was accomplished. As the movie played in the background, neither noticed when the credits rolled. They had long since turned in for the night, their souls entwined, finding peace in each other's presence.

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debonairprincesposts · 6 months ago

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Stroke Inducing Grammar

Summary: Where reader loses their mind over bad grammar and Jason does his best to take their mind off it. (Seriously it’s a nightmare)

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Jason lounged on the couch, the soft glow of a lamp casting a warm light over the living room. He held a book in one hand, but his gaze was drawn to you, nestled against him. You were scrolling through your phone, your brow furrowed and lips pursed in a way that made you look like you were about to burst.

‘What’s going on in that pretty head of theirs?’ he thought, internally chuckling at your intense expression. He could almost see the gears turning and the frustration radiating off you like heat from a fire.

“Hey, sweets. You doin’ okay?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, laced with genuine concern. He shifted slightly to face you, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was causing you such distress.

You glanced up, your eyes wide with exasperation. “The grammar of this damn article is so bad that it’s physically painful for me to even read another word!” you exclaimed, your voice a mix of annoyance and disbelief. “The terrible writing doesn’t make any sense, and it’s making me physically cringe!”

Jason couldn’t help but chuckle at your passionate reaction. It was one of the many things he adored about you—your ability to get so deeply invested, even in the little things. ‘Adorable,’ he thought.

Without missing a beat, he gently took the phone from your hands, setting it aside on the coffee table. “How about we take a break, hm?” he suggested, his voice softening as he pulled you closer to his chest. He felt the tension in your body, and he wanted nothing more than to ease it.

As he wrapped his arms around you, he began to massage the back of your neck, right under your skull. He could feel the knots in your muscles, and he focused on working them out, hoping it would help you relax a little. “Just close your eyes and focus on me,” he said, his voice a calming whisper.

You obliged, your eyelids fluttering shut as you leaned into him. Jason took a moment to appreciate how close you were, the warmth of your body against his. It felt right. He could feel the weight of the world lift slightly as he held you, and he wanted to share that feeling with you.

“Okay, so let me tell you about this one time my teammates and I got into some serious trouble,” he began, his tone light and playful. “We were all out on a mission, right? And B’s detective instincts kicked in. He decided to investigate a lead at a karaoke bar—of all places.”

You opened one eye slightly, the corners of your mouth twitching as you fought back a smile.

“Yeah, I know. What were we thinking?” Jason continued, grinning now. “We thought we’d blend in, but it turns out I can’t carry a tune to save my life. I ended up butchering ‘I Will Survive’ so badly that I think I left half the crowd in tears. But not the good kind! I think I actually lost my street cred that night.”

At that, you let out a soft laugh, the tension in your body slowly melting away. Jason felt a rush of warmth in his chest, knowing he was bringing you some joy amid your earlier frustration.

“And then there was the time we tried to do a stealth operation in a library,” he continued, his voice animated. “I swear, the librarian had ears like a bat. She caught us sneaking in and kicked us out faster than you can say ‘shhh!’” His smile widened at the sound of your giggles.

Jason leaned back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he prepared to share another story. "Alright, babe, here's one that'll really get you laughing. It's about the time we had to infiltrate a high-society gala," he began, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"So, we're all decked out in tuxedos, right? Me, Dick, and Tim. We figured we'd blend in with the crowd and gather intel on some shady dealings happening in the upper crust of Gotham. But it turns out, none of us really know how to act at a fancy event."

You shifted closer, intrigued, your earlier frustrations forgotten.

"First off, Dick tries to impress everyone by ordering the most expensive champagne on the menu. You know how he is with his charm. So, he's chatting up this socialite while Tim and I are standing awkwardly in the corner, trying to look sophisticated. But then, Dick leans back, trying to look all suave, and—bam!—he spills the champagne all over the lady's designer dress!"

You burst into laughter, picturing the scene. "No way!"

"Totally," Jason continued, chuckling at the memory. "The look on her face was priceless. She was ready to toss him out on his ass, but instead, he just starts apologizing profusely, making it worse. Classic Dick, right? Always smooth until he isn't."

He paused for effect, enjoying your reaction. "But wait, it gets better. So, while Dick's trying to salvage his dignity, Tim decides it's a great time to show off his 'master of disguise' skills. He found this ridiculous fake mustache and thought he could fool everyone by pretending to be a waiter. He even practiced his 'may I take your order' line."

"No!" you exclaimed, covering your mouth in disbelief.

"Oh yes," Jason laughed, shaking his head. "He walks up to this group of ladies, mustache all crooked, and asks if they need anything. But instead of playing it cool, he trips over his own feet and spills a tray of hors d'oeuvres everywhere! It was like a scene out of a comedy movie. Food flying, ladies shrieking—it was chaos!"

You were practically in stitches now, leaning against him as you laughed.

"And the best part?" Jason added, wiping a tear from his eye. "The host of the gala was a known crime boss. So, when the food went flying, he stood up, furious, and threw Tim out of the event. We barely escaped!"

You looked up at him, still giggling. "You guys are a total mess!"

"Hey, what can I say?" Jason shrugged playfully. "We might be heroes, but we can't do everything right. Sometimes, you just have to laugh at yourself—and try not to spill any champagne next time!"

You chuckled again, this time more freely, your laughter a sweet sound that made Jason’s heart swell. “Are you an angel?” you teased, your voice light and playful.

He smirked, brushing his fingers through your hair. “Nah, just a guy trying to keep his love from losing their mind over bad grammar.”

As he spoke, he could feel you relaxing against him, the tension fading like mist in the morning sun. He loved these moments—the little pieces of life where he could be there for you, bringing comfort and laughter.

“Just remember,” he said softly, “sometimes you’ve gotta let the bad writing go. Focus on the good stuff, like this,” he added, gesturing between the two of you. “This is what matters.”

You sighed contentedly, your body sinking into his embrace. Jason felt a sense of fulfillment wash over him. He would do anything to see you smile, to ease your worries, even if it meant sharing embarrassing stories about his own life.

In that quiet moment, as you nestled closer against him, he knew he’d always be your anchor, ready to pull you back from the edge whenever you needed it.

Fluff. Yummy nummy.

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areyoufuckingcrazy · 6 days ago

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Helllo! I was wondering if you could a spicy bad batch x fem!reader where she used to be a dancer/singer in like a sleezy club, did what was best for easy money. But an op comes up and she needs to it again and the boys didn’t know she had a history of it and are like “oh shit” find it hot but get jealous of the other men. Idk if this makes sense 😅

love your wring! Xx

“Undercover Temptation”

Bad Batch x Fem!Reader | Spice + Jealousy

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The mission sounded simple enough.

Infiltrate a seedy club on Pantora. Gather intel on a black-market arms dealer that frequented the place. Blend in. Make contact. Get out.

Cid had been vague about the details, just that it required “a certain skill set.” And when her eyes landed on you, there was a flicker of something like smugness.

“You’ll fit right in, sweetheart,” she’d said. “Used to be your scene, didn’t it?”

The Batch didn’t know what she meant by that. But you did.

You’d left that part of your life behind when you joined up with Clone Force 99. The sleezy clubs, the music, the makeup, the stage lights — the easy money, the wandering hands. You’d done what you had to. You were good at it. Too good.

Omega had stayed behind, thank the Maker.

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The club on Pantora was everything you remembered from your past life — sweat-slick air, glitter, smoke, and the kind of stares that made your skin crawl in ways you’d long buried.

Cid hadn’t exactly warned the Batch what she was getting them into. Just said it was a “special assignment” and only you could pull it off.

You hadn’t worn this in a long time — short, shimmering dress clinging to every curve, makeup smoky and sharp, hair teased and wild. A performer. A seductress. A mask you’d once worn to survive.

But stepping out into the room full of hardened clones, nothing could’ve prepared you for the heat in their eyes.

Hunter looked you up and down, slow and deliberate, his brows furrowed like he was trying to remember how to breathe.

Wrecker’s jaw dropped, cheeks flushed. “Maker, baby…”

Echo stared like he’d short-circuited.

Tech made an odd choking sound behind his datapad.

And then there was Crosshair.

He had a toothpick between his lips, eyes dragging over your legs, slow and dark. “Didn’t know you used to work a stage,” he murmured, voice like smoke. “That explains a lot.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you smirked.

He grinned. “Means now I know why the hell I’ve been dreamin’ about you on your knees.”

Echo made a noise of protest. Wrecker looked like he was about to explode. Hunter didn’t say anything — but his fists were clenched.

You went on stage anyway. Because this was the mission.

You knew how to move. Knew how to keep attention. The intel target was in the VIP booth — you’d been instructed to lure him out, get close, plant a tracker, and distract him while Tech accessed his datapad remotely.

But the Batch? Yeah, they were distracted too.

Crosshair watched from the shadows, his shoulders tense, jaw tight. He was normally smooth, sarcastic — but this? This had him on edge.

Hunter paced by the back exit like a caged animal.

Wrecker glared at every man who so much as breathed in your direction.

Echo kept muttering, “She shouldn’t have to do this,” under his breath.

Tech… he was sweating. You were pretty sure his goggles fogged up.

The moment it all went to hell was when a drunk mercenary tried to grab you mid-performance.

Your eyes had locked with Hunter’s for a split second — a silent signal — when a hand yanked you roughly by the waist, spinning you mid-dance. You tensed immediately, smile faltering.

The guy was laughing, leering, pulling you flush against him.

And Hunter moved like a damn predator.

One second he was at the exit, the next, he was slamming the guy into the stage floor, snarling, “Don’t. Touch. Her.”

You barely had time to react before Crosshair had his rifle out, providing overwatch from the rafters, eyes sharp and deadly.

Echo pulled you behind him protectively.

Wrecker cracked his knuckles with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “You touched the wrong girl, pal.”

Tech looked like he wanted to kill the man — but also couldn’t stop blinking at you in that outfit.

The bar erupted into chaos.

Shots rang out.

You ducked low as the crowd screamed and scattered. Your target made a run for it — but not before Tech tagged his datapad. Crosshair clipped his shoulder with a clean shot. Wrecker handled two mercs trying to flank you.

You moved to help Hunter — but he was down.

Your heart dropped.

You rushed to his side, kneeling beside him. “Hunter!”

He was bleeding — blaster bolt to the shoulder, unfocused eyes still locked on you. “’M fine,” he rasped. “Saw… saw that guy grab you. Should’ve—shit—moved faster.”

You pressed a hand to the wound. “Don’t be an idiot. I’ve had worse hands on me. We’re getting you out.”

“Not while you’re still dressed like that,” he muttered weakly.

Behind you, Crosshair took out another would-be attacker, and growled through clenched teeth, “If anyone else touches her tonight, I’m leaving bodies.”

Echo lifted Hunter over his shoulder while Wrecker covered the retreat. Tech dragged you out by the hand, pulling you through a back hallway while still rattling off data from the merc’s pad.

“You… that performance,” Tech blurted, breathless. “I’ll be reviewing the security footage later. For… mission purposes.”

You just grinned, eyes flicking to where Crosshair covered the rear, rifle smoking.

Back on the ship, patched up and safe, Hunter leaned against the medbay wall, arm in a sling.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said.

You leaned in, brushing hair from his face. “Yes, I did. It was the job.”

“Next time,” he growled, “you wear that in our quarters. For us. No one else.”

Wrecker appeared in the doorway. “You gonna do another show, babe? I got credits.”

Echo followed. “Don’t encourage her.”

Tech was already setting up a holoprojector. “I have some… strategic questions about your technique.”

Crosshair just smirked from the shadows, toothpick twitching.

“Next time,” he said, “I’m bringing handcuffs.”

Your smile turned wicked. “Oh? For the targets?”

His smirk widened. “No.”

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helloiamadrawer · 7 months ago

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(Pomni x genderneutral! Reader)

Warnings: Pomni having an panic attack, girl needs a hug or sumn tbh I love her so much

Ever since the "digital feast", Pomni locked herself in her room, curled in the fetal position as worries swirl into her mind

This is my new home, wtf? How is my life going to be in here now? Are my friends really a ragdoll, a bunch of ribbons, an asshole of a rabbit, a chess piece and an assortment of toy parts? ALL RULED BY A SET OF DAMN DENTURES?! God, I'm going to lose it for sure!

Pomni's breathing starts to quicken as dread starts to loom over those very said thoughts that cause her to overthink

not to mention realizing the exit was fake and going through countless door after door after door (that almost made her go insane) her hands start to tremble before the tremors started to spread throughout her body..

A certain squeezing pressure forms in her chest as her heartbeat starts to get faster, she grasps at the feeling and tries to calm down, forcefully trying to normally breathe but it seems she could only hyperventilate at that point. What's happening?..Why won't this stop?

Tears start to stream out of the jesters' dual colored eyes that slammed shut, a small inaudible cry was the last sound she could make through...this is it. Why just abstract now? Pomni wasn't one to accept defeat often but at this rate she could do anything to stop thinking about how to get out of here, even if it was doing what she witnessed on the first day of this digital hell.

Her ears started to ring, before her vision was about to fade into black, her door opens and it's you. You were speaking but the second you saw Pomni on the floor having a panic attack, you rushed as quick as your feet could take you right to her trembling form. Panic was present in your eyes as you tried to find some sort of way to help with her problem, seeing her like this about broke your heart. Nothing in this red and blue themed room was not helpful at all to you.

Out of anybody in this digital realm, Pomni almost forgot you were a newbie just like her, it's like you were the only person she could relate to as you two became good friends. But how are you not going insane?? Seemingly, you had more of a cooler head than she thought, but not at this moment.

So you came up with your last resort, you begin to pat her head and pull her close to you in a light embrace, whispering to some God other than Caine to please let your dear friend be okay as you too started to shed panicked tears.

Eventually, you could feel Pomni not shaking anymore, her breathing slowly turning back to normal and then the ringing in her ears faded away as she finally heard your voice, shaky but gentle and soothing.

And as her vision turned back into color, she saw you smiling. Pomni wanted to speak and do the same but her body wanted to do the exact opposite, rest and blend into your presence.

"You sure gave me a scare there, Pomni, are you okay?"

Blowing out a tired sigh, she responds in a weak tone, "Why..did you..come. for me?"

"Let's just say I felt something was wrong after that whole disaster of what today was. For now, let's relax.". Both of you laid in her cute little bed together in silence, warm silence, sometimes talking in between it until the small jester fell asleep in your arms.

"We'll get through this Pomni...

"Together."

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pascaloverx · 10 months ago

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Moonlight

Summary: You and Edward Cullen used to have a romantic relationship. But fate seemed not to believe in the possibility of a vampire and a potential she-wolf being together. Years after your separation, you return to Forks. Edward is committed to Bella Swan, and Jacob Black has his own pack. What happens when, upon your return, you begin to transform into a she-wolf and both Edward and Jacob seem eager to revisit the past with you?

Author's Note: The characters in this fanfic do not belong to me but to Stephenie Meyer and the Twilight universe. The story blends events that happened in the Twilight saga movies with invented ones. If you're enjoying the fanfic, please interact. Comments and kudos are welcome. This story will contain inappropriate language, a possible love triangle, scenes of violence, and romance.

FOUR SIX

FIVE

It had been nearly a week since Edward told you he was going to tell his beloved about you two. You were being consumed by guilt and, at the same time, a desire for him to be honest. But there was nothing you could do. As you try to push away intrusive thoughts, you snuggle even closer in Jacob's arms, who sleeps peacefully. Sleeping with him is so familiar to you that it's become a habit. Not that you two are having sex. You wouldn't mind, but it seems like Jacob is afraid to fully commit. Which you understand. And for now, the kisses, hugs, and nights spent sleeping wrapped in each other have been more than enough. As you run your fingers through Jacob's hair, his phone starts to ring. Amazingly, he doesn't wake up, so you think it might be a good idea to answer it for him. You pick up the phone and gently slip out of bed, leaving the room to speak with whoever is calling.

"Hello?" you whisper, trying not to wake Mr. Black or Jacob. You hear an unfamiliar female voice on the other end of the line.

"Hi, could I speak with Jacob? Can you let him know it's Bella?" the woman on the phone says. She sounds a bit nervous, but you're certain Jacob would be furious if you didn't wake him up to take Bella's call.

"Sure, I'll go get him and put him on the phone," you reply as gently as possible. You head back to the room where you and Jacob are sleeping and nudge him until he wakes up. It's almost a mission impossible because he seems to hibernate when he sleeps. But after a few tries, he finally wakes up.

"It's Bella," you say, handing him the phone. He seems surprised to get a call from her, probably because of the hour. But he answers her immediately. You can't hear what they're talking about because Jacob steps outside the house. You can only imagine that it's not good news.

"What did you do?" Jacob says first thing, sounding irritated as he accuses you. You stand up from the edge of the bed, confused.

"What do you mean, what did I do, Jacob?" You're on the defensive. There's no way you and Black didn't wake his father. But right now, you don't like the tone Jacob is using to talk to you.

"Edward told Bella about your dirty little secret. She broke up with him and now she's devastated. Damn it, you coming back here was the worst thing that could happen," Jacob says, looking at you like you're a monster. It breaks your heart. Jacob has always been your biggest supporter. Whether it was when you were younger and your father tried to push you towards Sam to force an imprint, or when you decided to leave Forks after your parents' death. Seeing him look at you with such contempt is tearing you apart inside.

"Are you sure you want to say that?" You ask, wanting to be sure before making a decision; after all, you owe that to Jacob. Your eyes fill with tears as you wait for a response. But all Jacob does is stand there silently. He watches you cry and says nothing. You take a few moments to compose yourself, then start packing your things. Hastily and without care, you pack your suitcase. You're not going to wait another minute for Jacob to apologize.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Mr. Black asks, wheeling his chair over to both of us. Jacob stands at the door of the room while you finish packing your suitcase.

"Away from your son, sir. You've been very kind to let me stay here, but I can't stay with him any longer. I hope you understand." You gently hold Billy Black's hand, saying goodbye to him. As soon as you pass by Billy, you head for the door of the house. Your car is parked in front, and you put your suitcase in the trunk as you feel the rain starting to form. As you get into the car, Jacob appears in front of it. You start to feel an overwhelming anger towards him. The pause between turning on the car and facing him seems eternal. It's as if he doesn't want you to leave but can't bring himself to say it.

"Don't go." That's all he says. You grip the steering wheel so tightly you feel like you might tear it off. How can he hurt you and still expect you to stay?

"If you don't get out of the way of the car, I'm going to run over you" you threaten him, as you feel resentment wash over you. Interestingly, he doesn't leave the front of the car. You look Jacob in the eyes, wanting so much for him to make it easier for you.

"Please, do not go." He pleads, as if he can't bear to see you go. But before you can do anything, his cell phone rings again. He doesn't even need to answer for you to know who is calling him.

"You should answer. It must be the woman you want to be by your side. Don't let me disturb this in your life anymore." You say, still hurt. Jacob seems indecisive, not knowing whether to answer his cell phone and let you out of his life or continue to convince you to stay. And then he answers his cell phone, while you go away.

Driving while trying to stop crying is a challenging task. Now it gets even harder when it's raining. You're trying to think of where to go, but you can't decide. Sam will kill Jacob when he finds out what happened to you two. And when he finds out about Edward, he's very likely to kill you and Edward. Maybe you should go home anyway. Jacob must be right. You ruined everything. And while you're hitting the road, Edward appears out of nowhere. You almost run him over.

"Have you lost your mind, Edward Cullen?" You scream as you get out of your car and go to Edward in the rain.

"I told her. I told her I still had feelings for you. I made it clear that I loved her deeply. But that part of me still belonged to you." Edward speaks loudly as the two of you are soaked by the rain. You look at him without reaction, because you didn't imagine he would be so frank.

"Obviously, she broke up with you. Anyone who admits that they belong to an ex, in good conscience, does not deserve to be by their lover's side. Go to her, tell her you made a mistake. Tell her that your past has upset you but that you love her. Don't make her give up on you because of me. I do not deserve this." You say as you feel a storm take over your heart. You don't believe what you're saying but you need to not be a mistake in anyone else's life.

"Why do you want to run away from me again?" Edward asks, knowing deep down that you really are trying to run away from all of this. The feeling you feel now is that you are sinking into quicksand.

"It's easier to run away than to stay here and face the fact that I don't know if I'll experience a love as great as ours." You finally admitted something that has been tormenting you since the first time you left.

"If our love was so great, stay here. Stay in Forks, stay with me. Rediscover what it's like to feel the feeling we both abandoned years ago." Edward's request seems bold. Rediscovering what you left behind is dangerous. It could be the start of a war between those who are his family and those who are your family. You sigh, thinking about what to do as you stand a few steps away from Edward.

"Don't regret this." You alert Edward, as you run into his arms. He holds you in a hug so tight that you feel like you're walking into a house. Not just any house, your house. You kiss him then, like someone who is thirsty. Since you arrived, you kissed him a few times but never with the feeling of coming back to him. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you up, making your legs wrap around his waist. With his vampiric speed, he quickly places you under the hood of the car as he continues to kiss you.

"Will you come home with me?" Edward speaks between the kiss, while you are too compelled by desire for him to understand that he is asking you to go to the Cullens' house with him.

"I'll go with you everywhere." You mumble close to his mouth as you continue to lose yourself in him. He squeezes your ass lightly and before you know it, you're in the car, taking each other's clothes off.

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sordidmusings · 2 years ago

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Thirsty Thursday with Pissed Off Buggy

A/N: Since I've felt like the Buggy I've been writing has been leaning more consistently towards sub, I wanted to spend some time with dom Buggy. Gotta get the best of both worlds! I'll eventually spend time writing him as a softer dom but my brain said "no make him fuckin ruthless" so this happened lol should work for either anime or live action

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: afab!reader, NSFW like a lot, has like lightly angsty peripheral plot (a misunderstanding has Buggy in a jealous rage), pretty strong degradation, overstimulation, p in v, rough treatment, he technically steps on you, creampie, dub-con if you squint? (boundaries neared but none crossed), slight dumbification, holy shit that sounds like a lot written out like that 🧍🏻‍♀️

Well, soups on! Enjoy the meal lol

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“Can’t!” you gasped out, “Too -aaah- much, ‘s too much.”

“Too damn bad. Now shut the fuck up,” Buggy snarled from behind you, where he kept his fast and forceful thrusts going. Each impact seemed to rattle through your whole body, and there was no reprieve from his thick dick splitting you open, even though he pulled far enough back for only his head to stay in you each time. He’s been at this for awhile now, the friction long since turned from sparks on kindling to rabid flames burning through all of your senses. The heart of the blaze was still strongly centered in your endlessly clenching cunt and swollen clit, kept alive by the rub of his cock and the slap of his balls on every thrust in.

“B-but Buggyyyy,” you whined, long and pathetic, struggling to get the words out after yet another orgasm wrung out your body. You couldn’t focus enough to keep from drooling on the desk below you, let alone find the words to placate him.

“I said,” he hissed, gloved fingers of a detached hand digging into your cheeks and jaw, “shut. UP.”

Those fingers dragged painfully across your skin before shoving their way into your mouth. You gagged hard when they pressed on the back of your tongue, but it only rewarded Buggy with your body bucking frantically against him. Your movements couldn’t get you very far, not with the way one of his detached, booted feet stepped down between your shoulder blades, pinning your chest so hard that you couldn’t fully inhale.

“Muuuuch better,” he taunted snidely. “That mouth is better full don’t you think? Keeps your dumb whore lips from seducing other men.”

You cried around his fingers at the accusation, needing him to know it wasn’t true. In his bid to grasp and control every part of you he could, he’s taken from you any way that you could reassure him.

Everything was so fuzzy and blended together. The onslaught of pleasure from his pounding hips and crushing hold, the lack of oxygen making your body tingle and mind fray, and the raging emotions of hurt and want storming together through you. You clung desperately to the fabric of your mind to endure it while the gales gripped you and tugged in every direction.

Buggy’s mind was already lost. He had let it go the moment he'd seen you trail a hand up that man’s chest and lead it behind his head to play with his baby hairs. Buggy knew what every detail of that felt like, how good it felt, and he was ready to start ripping everything around him apart because only he was allowed to feel that. Only him.

Now he is only instinct and impulse and all of it is bent on owning every piece of you. He’s split apart, pushing, shoving, grasping, and pinning every inch of you to keep you to himself. His whole being was insistent against you but nothing more so than his thick cock, which had bullied you into overstimulation for what felt like hours. Untethered from both feet, Buggy was free to use any angle or force that he wanted. Your body tried its best to take and process what he was doing to you, but it had quickly given up, leaving you limp and drooling under him. Seeing your full submission to him had a bolt of lightning shred through him. This is what he needs. He needs you to fold to the fact that you’re his - his to know and touch and fuck and own. Buggy needed to possess you and he needed to hoard your affection the most. You gave it to him and the thought that you might take it back had him violent in the need to defend his position with you.

After holding out through your endless milking of his cock, Buggy was starting to lose the battle to keep fucking you for eternity. He tried to hide it but he was trembling under the pressure of his oncoming orgasm. His thighs shook through every slam into you, his fingers in your hair and on your tongue were jerking in their grip, and his cock and balls throbbed so hard that he was sure you’d be able to feel it on your skin if you weren’t fucked so dumb.

“If I fuck you full will that keep you happy, little slut?” He sneered. You moaned loud around his fingers, sucking and swallowing for him. “That was it huh? My cocksleeve wasn’t getting enough use, so it was stupid enough to think SOMEONE ELSE could fuck it.” The way he broke into a yell was slightly terrifying but you couldn't deny that it had you gripping him like a vice. The delicious feeling had him fall onto his elbows above you.

“Fuck -hah- you’re so fucking stupid,” Buggy barked. His rage was palpable but you knew him well enough to hear the traces of hurt underneath.

His foot had moved from your back to press the side of your head down so that he could take its place. He kept switching between mean bites and sucking marks and pressing his forehead hard into your spine, smearing the remnants of his makeup on you. Despite the rough behavior, there was some comfort in having more of his touch blazing over you.

His hips finally began to falter.

“Gonna fuck you full of me and never leave you empty -shit- you’re gonna have to walk everywhere with my cock plugged in you now.” With each phrase, Buggy was panting more, lost in the idea of never leaving your pussy. “Any time you so much as look at anyone else I’ll press so deep in you it hurts,” he promised darkly. “I don’t care who the fuck is around, I’ll fuck you ‘til you’re screaming and crying for me, understand?”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth for you to sob out a “yes” before shoving them right back in.

“Good whore, good -hunnngh- good fucking whore,” Buggy groaned, punching each word into you with a strong clap of his hips on your ass. His arms slid to wrap around you without him telling them to and he knew he was done for. He growls out, “You better cum as a thank you, slut” before he bit into the meat of your shoulder hard.

You had absolutely no power or will to disobey him. Even with how swollen and sore you were, the orgasm was blissful and warm and everything you wanted. It peaked over all the others he’d forced from you tonight due to the strong grinds of his flicking cock into you. They turned the near painful abuse of your cervix into a delicious rub that kept your clit throbbing and your hips twitching and jerking. Your eyes had long since rolled back and you were screaming loud enough for it to escape the room, even with your stuffed mouth. You were so lost in your own bliss that you hardly registered the death grip Buggy had on you or the way he kept groaning deeply into your shoulder.

Buggy’s teeth let you go and his hand finally left your mouth for good, letting you gasp in air that had your overworked body prickling with static. Though enough time passed for him to finish wiping all the tears off your face, Buggy stayed hidden in the nape of your neck.

The moment you had enough oxygen in you, you pant out, “Don't want him. Was just info- getting info. Only want you.” He held you a touch tighter. “Promise, promise.”

Still too raw and unsure to say anything, Buggy responded by placing a kiss to the angry impression his teeth had left on you. It was a start.

#sorry not sorry #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown #opla buggy #one piece #thirsty thursday #thirst hours #my writing #afab reader #x reader

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missvelvetsstuff · 11 days ago

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The Situation Room

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a mission almost gone wrong, Tony brings back Bucky's former assistant, who is also Bucky's ex. Can they work together without hurting each other? Will the whole truth about their break up finally come out?

Avengers AU where Thanos never happened.

Chapter 13

Warnings: swearing, angst, I know nothing about airplanes.

Notes: I'm back! Only 1 month for this update. Life is still crazy. Waiting for the house to sell as the Phoenix summer heats up so only a couple more weeks of horses. Watching in horror as a malignant narcissist with some mental decay destroys everything good about my country. Good times.

Like my mom always said, this too shall pass. I hope.

Bucky took his bike to the same small airport where Radar had been less than a day ago and slipped his friend a wad of cash to get him across the Atlantic. Then he took a similar route to hers until he landed in Madripoor, arriving just over a day after she did. The hard part came next, figuring out where she might have gone on the island. He spoke to every contact he'd ever had before having any luck.

One of his contacts had heard whispers about the Power Broker and human trafficking, mostly women who disappeared without any trace but also children, even infants. Unfortunately the PB had multiple properties around the island and probably some that weren't known by many. He started in High Town, going from one place to another and using one of Sam's back-ups to Redwing to get closer and see more than he could on his own.

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Back in New York the team was gathering in the kitchen when Sam realized he hadn't seen Bucky in the gym or on the track around the compound. "Anyone know where tin man might have gone? It's not like him to sleep late and I haven't seen him."

Everyone shook their heads no, except Steve who appeared very focused on his coffee. Unfortunately for Steve, Sam noticed. "What do you know, Rogers?"

Everyone turned to look at him and Steve rubbed the back of his neck, "I haven't seen or spoken to him today so don't know what you're trying to imply."

Natasha walked up to him and looked straight into his eyes "What do you mean you haven't seen him today? Did you talk to him last nite?"

Steve stuttered "I, I uh don't know, I mean, what do you mean?" he paused, trying to think of a good answer but before he could Nat was on to him.

She narrowed her eyes at him "You're still a shit liar, Rogers? What do you know? Spill."

Steve sighed in resignation, he knew Nat wouldn't let it go. He sat down at the table and told the team about his run in with Bucky the night before. "He asked for us to give him some time to find her on his own. He knows how to blend in and has contacts everywhere while a very recognizable team dropping in on a well known quinjet would draw attention and might make Radar or whoever she's after, bolt. Just give him a couple of days."

Tony shook his head "So we're just supposed to sit here and wait for, something? I'm not good with that. Where did he go?"

Steve tried to argue "Tony, look. Bucky-"

"No, I won't accept that. If you know where he went you need to tell me so I can at least have Friday monitor the area for anything suspicious." Tony insisted.

Steve tried again to argue "Where he went is pretty lawless so damn near everything going on is suspicious, it would be impossible to determine what might have something to do with them."

Tony stood firm "Then we can use facial recognition to search for them. Jesus Rogers, your bestest buddy has gone rogue, apparently somewhere that sounds dangerous and you just let him? He's not going to win her back by getting himself caught too. Where did he go?"

Steve gave up "I don't think there are many cameras there but he went back to the last place we looked for Radar. Madripoor."

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Without looking up, Radar took the baby from Sharon and cuddled it to her chest "I believe this is mine."

Sharon glanced back towards Val, nervously laughing "She is but you should probably come inside."

Radar was enthralled by the little life in her arms but quickly glared at Sharon "I'm not leaving her. Ever."

Val scoffed "Okay Mama Bear, just come inside."

Radar slowly entered and sat on a couch across from Val who looked her up and down, assessing.

Val smirked "So. This is awkward. We weren't expecting you."

She glared at Sharon "She wasn't supposed to remember."

Radar scoffed "I don't remember a damn thing but you didn't think the team would want a medical exam on someone who disappeared for 6 months? Or that the Cradle would find evidence of a pregnancy?" she shook her head "Poor planning on your part."

Val shrugged "Obviously. That'll teach me to leave things up to Sharon. I should have learned the first time when she couldn't get Barnes even after you left."

Sharon bristled "Hey. It's not my fault-."

Val cut her off "Of course, Sharon. It wasn't your fault that Karli went rogue, not your fault that Barnes didn't want you or that your genetics weren't compatible. Nothing is ever your fault but you keep failing me. I knew you were incompetent but thought your relationship with the Avengers would give you an in. It seems that even with an advantage you failed."

Sharon tried to defend herself "I got her out of the picture but the drugs didn't work on Barnes. And I can't control my genetics."

Val scoffed "More excuses, just shut up before I decide it's not worth keeping you around."

Sharon shrank into her chair.

Radar pondered the exchange before speaking up "So. trying to make more super soldiers any way possible now, huh?"

Val barked a short laugh "Unfortunately there don't seem to be many options." her eyes narrowed "But you, you seem to be the rare woman who is compatible. I wanted to find out how to replicate that but your team got too close so we had to cut things short." she nodded at Radar and the baby "23 is one of the only ones who survived this long." then rolled her eyes "The Power Broker over there couldn't even keep a pregnancy for the first month."

Sharon cried out "That wasn't my fault!"

Val glared "Shut the fuck up, Sharon. In fact, you can go. Keep an eye out for any Avengers looking for her."

Radar had the baby on her lap, looking her over, counting fingers and toes but listening to Val, waiting for Sharon to leave. Once the door closed she spoke without looking up from the baby "23? Couldn't be bothered to give her a name? Just a subject to be analyzed and studied? Can't get attached, right?"

Val smiled but her eyes were cold "It's just business but my business is protecting the free world. I don't have the luxury of attachments. She looked at the baby "You shouldn't either, none of them have lasted a month. We hoped we'd find something in their blood, tried to recreate the serum with it but lost some local homeless kids trying."

"Right. We're all just tools for you to use as you please." Radar shook her head "I'm assuming Bucky is the father of this little Miracle? You must have found some blood and other bodily fluid samples that HYDRA had stored. You have some fucking nerve."

Val scoffed "It's easy for you to sit there and judge. You have no idea what is on my shoulders. The Avengers are too independent and can't be trusted to stick to the program. The Soviets had the right idea, start when they're young and teach them to put their country first. Like they did in the Red Room. Since you've returned, we can make more. Between the serum and the drugs we have, 6 months was adequate gestation and we were able to heal you up so that it wasn't obvious you had been pregnant."

Radar looked at her in horror as she stood and started pacing "No. I'm not going to be your Handmaid. I'm taking my baby and going home. I'm going to expose you and end your human trafficking before any more women or babies are hurt."

Radar was so worked up she didn't hear the door open and barely moved out of the way when Sharon tried to get a needle into her. "You two are unbelievable, thinking you can do whatever you- aaahhhh, fuck!' She cried as Sharon kicked her in the back, right where she had been injured, causing Radars muscles to seize up and dropping her to one knee, the baby clutched tightly against her with her right arm. "You better fucking kill me Sharon because if you don't I will kill you, now...." she felt a pinch and grabbed her neck, staring at Sharon with wide eyes "Cunt!" and slid down against the wall.

Sharon grabbed the baby as Radar slumped over and Val sighed "Took you long enough, I thought she was going to recite the Constitution or something."

The baby started crying and Val gave Sharon a dirty look "Jesus, shut that brat up and have mommy taken to the jet. We need to move again, they'll be looking for her."

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Bucky finally had a real lead and headed to a small house on the outskirts of High Town. Red Wing 2 helped him see that there were only 4 people in the house, one being an infant. One was laying on a bed, not moving.

As he was watching there was a sudden bustle of activity where it had been quiet. First there were two SUV's full of large, heavily armed men who swept the area before a limo showed up. A short, blonde woman in a white catsuit exited the limo and went into the house. A few minutes later she came back out followed by three women and opened the door of the limo. He was pretty sure the first ones were Sharon and Val, then a small woman he didn't know, looked like a local. With a baby in her arms. The blonde was familiar, he thought it might be Natasha's sister, Yelena, but he hadn't seen her since the Red Room. He watched until one of the men went to the other door of the limo with a woman over his shoulder. She didn't move as he set her in the car.

Bucky swore and followed them on foot to a small airfield. They parked in a hangar and started loading up a plane. When one of the men picked the unconscious woman up out of the limo and turned to board the jet, Buckys blood ran cold. She had the same color hair as Radar. He whispered a string of expletives before quickly sending a message to Steve, then sneaking across the field to wait for them to finish boarding the plane.

Thirty minutes later Bucky was working his way from the landing gear wheel well to the cargo area as the plane took off.

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At the compound, Steve was reading in his room when his phone beeped. He saw the text from Bucky and tensed. This was complicated enough but now with Val involved they were looking at a whole different level. It would be easy to go after bad guys but a US Govt official made things much trickier.

He rounded up the team and told them what Bucky had texted him. They all suited up and the quinjet was taking off 10 minutes later, following the signal of Bucky's transponder.

While they were in the air, Nat received a text from a familiar number with one word: Siberia

@unaxv @calwitch @buckitostan @cjand10. @vicmc624 @sandrab02

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Tag , you’re in - a cmpunk x oc enimies to lovers

Chapter 26

Daisy was hurt.

Actually she was heartbroken.

To avoid giving punk the satisfaction of knowing his fake nonchalance hurt her , she just kept acting normal to him. She figured if she didn't act like it hurt , didn't act like it affected her than maybe it actually wouldn't , and he would notice that a give up on this act he was putting on

Because the way he kissed her a couple days ago , she knew what he felt , and she knew there was no way she would tell her , so instead she just pretended to not care , if he could do it so could she

Now they were on their way to some big city in some new state , after a while it all just blends together

Daisy had been driving while punk tried to get some sleep , he had been having trouble sleeping at night lately due to the guilt that was currently eating him alive for what he told Daisy

But of course , she didn't know that

Daisy kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gear shift as her best friend's voice filled the car over the speaker.

"I'm just saying, Daisy, it's been two years. Two! That's unacceptable."

Daisy rolled her eyes, laughing softly. "It's not that serious."

"No, it is that serious! You need to get laid, babe. Badly. I'm worried about you. You're gonna turn into one of those bitter old ladies who yells at kids for playing outside."

Punk, who had been half-asleep in the passenger seat, was now fully awake—but kept his eyes closed, forcing himself to stay still.

"Shut up," Daisy muttered, amusement in her tone.

"I'm serious! It's been two years, Daisy. Two! I mean, I know Cody was bad, but damn. That's a long time."

Punk's brows twitched.

Cody was that bad?

"I don't wanna just sleep with anybody, you know that," Daisy said. "Especially after what Cody did."

Now Punk had to focus to keep his breathing even.

What Cody did?

There was a pause on the line before her friend sighed.

"Yeah, I get it. But you deserve to feel good again, babe. You should let me take you to a club tomorrow—see if you can find someone to, y'know, take care of you for a least a night girl , causal hookup"

Punk's grip on his crossed arms tightened, his jaw clenching.

"Yeah, that's not happening," Daisy laughed.

"Why not?"

"Because, I just—I don't know. I'm not into casual hookups, and I don't want just anyone touching me. I have to actually, like... trust them."

Punk swallowed, his heartbeat picking up.

"Okay, well... do you trust anyone right now?"

Daisy hesitated.

Punk kept perfectly still.

"I... don't know."

A soft sigh came through the speakers.

"Alright, fine, no club. But you do need to put yourself out there eventually, babe. Not all guys are gonna be like Cody."

"I know," Daisy murmured, the playfulness in her tone now gone.

Punk hated the way she sounded.

Like she didn't believe it.

Like whatever Cody did had left something behind.

Something that still hurt.

He kept his face neutral, forcing his body to stay relaxed as the conversation wrapped up.

"Alright, well, think about it, okay?" her best friend said.

"Yeah, yeah," Daisy muttered. "I gotta go. Talk later?"

"Of course. Love you, babe."

"Love you too."

The call ended, leaving the car in silence.

Punk kept his breathing slow, steady, waiting.

Daisy sighed, drumming her fingers against the wheel as she focused on the road ahead.

He could tell she was deep in thought.

He wanted to ask.

Wanted to sit up and demand answers.

Wanted to know exactly what the fuck Cody did to make her this way.

But he couldn't.

Not yet.

So instead, he stayed still. Kept his eyes closed. Pretended to sleep.

But inside?

He was fucking livid.

When they finally pulled into the hotel parking lot, Daisy put the car in park and glanced over at Punk. His arms were still crossed over his chest, face relaxed in faux sleep. She knew he had to be exhausted after the long drive, but she couldn't just leave him in the car.

She reached out hesitantly, her fingers grazing over his chest, then pressing a little firmer as she whispered, "Hey... wake up, we're here."

Punk inhaled deeply, stretching slightly before blinking his eyes open. He looked at her, and for the first time in a while, there was no scowl, no immediate snarky remark waiting on his lips. Just... something softer.

Daisy tilted her head. Weird.

"C'mon, let's get inside," she said gently, withdrawing her hand.

Punk nodded and got out of the car, grabbing both their bags without complaint. That was the first weird thing.

The second was when they got to their hotel room, and he waited for her to walk in first instead of shouldering past her like usual.

The third? When she set her bag down, stretched her sore muscles, and turned to find him watching her with an expression she couldn't quite place.

He hadn't been exactly cold these past couple of days after the kiss situation, just kinda there , so now that he was acting like she was his queen she was a bit confused

"What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," Punk muttered, dropping their bags by the bed and rubbing the back of his neck. He looked almost... hesitant.

Daisy narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. "You're being weird."

"No, I'm not."

"Yeah, you are. You've been weird since we got out of the car. Did something happen?"

Punk hesitated for half a second before shaking his head. "No."

She studied him for a moment. He wasn't being sarcastic, wasn't being an asshole, wasn't mocking her or rolling his eyes like he usually would.

He was just... there. Present. Attentive.

Gentle.

And she had no idea why.

But she wasn't going to ruin it.

So instead of questioning it further, she just nodded and plopped onto the bed, stretching out with a sigh. "Okay, well... whatever it is, I like you better like this."

Punk scoffed but didn't bite back with his usual insults. Instead, he just exhaled, glancing at her before sitting down on the other side of the bed.

"Yeah, well... don't get used to it."

Daisy smirked. "Too late."

And just like that , they were back to soft and sweet

That night punk didn't sleep , the guilt from the outburst after there kissed mixed with the lingering questions of what Cody could have done

He knew Cody was an asshole , and didn't ever satisfy her but the way Daisy was talking in the car made it seem like he had done something far more sinister to her , and he needed to know

But why did this bother him so much? During his constant thinking that night , that one particular question never even crossed his mind , he was starting to not care about how much he cared

Slowly but surely he was beginning to subconsciously fall into his feelings for her

But he wouldn't know that for a far much longer time

THE NEXT DAY ...

Daisy was on her way to the locker room when she heard the commotion. Voices were raised, people were shouting, and the unmistakable sound of a scuffle breaking out had her instincts on high alert.

She turned the corner just in time to see security holding Punk back, his chest heaving, fists still clenched, and eyes burning with a rage she hadn't seen in a long time.

And then she saw Cody.

His nose was bleeding, a bruise already forming beneath his left eye, and as he stalked past her, he sneered.

"Keep your little boyfriend out of our past business, Daisy. You and I both know what happened wasn't that serious."

Daisy froze.

Her stomach twisted.

Punk had fought Cody. Because of her.

She barely processed Cody walking away before she snapped her head toward Punk, who was still being held back by two security guards. His chest was still rising and falling erratically, his knuckles red from the punch he had thrown, and his jaw was clenched so tightly she thought he might crack a tooth.

But what struck her the most was the look in his eyes when they met hers.

It wasn't just anger. It was something deeper. Something dark. Something protective.

And then it clicked.

"You—" she started, her voice coming out more breathless than she expected. "You knew."

Punk said nothing, but his silence was confirmation enough.

Her heart pounded. How?

She had never told him what Cody did. Never uttered a word of it to anyone.

And yet Punk knew.

"What the hell did you do?" she demanded, stepping closer.

One of the security guards hesitated before slowly releasing Punk. He rolled his shoulders, shaking them off before finally answering her.

"I asked him what he did to you," Punk admitted, voice still rough with anger.

Daisy's stomach dropped.

"You asked him?"

Punk scoffed. "I tried to dance around it, but I got sick of pretending I didn't know something was up."

She swallowed hard. Her pulse pounded in her ears.

"And?" she pressed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Punk's expression darkened. "And he called you a bitch and said you were being dramatic."

Daisy's breath hitched.

"So I hit him," Punk finished simply, flexing his fingers like he was ready to do it again.

Daisy was stunned.

Not only had Punk fought Cody, but he had done it because of her. Because of something Cody had done.

And she still didn't even know how Punk knew.

Her voice was small when she finally asked, "How did you even find out?"

Punk looked away for a moment, then exhaled heavily. "You... you said something on the phone last night. I wasn't asleep."

Daisy's lips parted in realization.

Her conversation with her best friend.

Her mentioning how she wasn't comfortable having sex with just anybody anymore.

Her mentioning Cody.

Her hands clenched at her sides.

"You pretended to be asleep?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Punk didn't even try to deny it. "Yeah."

Daisy felt a wave of emotions crash over her—shock, anger, embarrassment, and something else she didn't quite understand.

But before she could process any of it, Punk took a step closer, lowering his voice.

"What did he do to you, Daisy?"

She inhaled sharply, looking away.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does."

"Punk—"

"It does, Daisy. Because if he hurt you—" He exhaled through his nose, trying to keep himself from losing it again. "I swear to God, if I ever see him near you again—"

Daisy shook her head. "You don't have to fight my battles."

"I know that," Punk said. "But I wanted to."

Daisy's breath caught in her throat.

She didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to feel.

All she knew was that, for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel alone.

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adriwatchestoku · 2 months ago

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Gavv ep 7

Kamen Rider buddy has commandeered my arm. no picture of that because i can't take a picture one handed very well

but here she is before

"i don't know if i can trust the shady guy but i'll be his guinea pig anyway" hanto plz

Okay Kamen Rider Buddy has freed my arm. Correct-ish typing resumes

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA "is that a gochizo?" "OH FUCK WE STOLE IT DOES HE KNOW"

I AM VINDICATED IN CALLING GOCHIZOS LITTLE DUDES BY GEOSUBS

this fucking scene, said with a smile and a laugh at the end. the visual gags. hanto being a dork.

Oh my god the two of them coming to similar conclusions but at the wrong end of each. Though, Hanto's is actually half correct (Shouma is half human) while Shouma's is… correct if you use some lateral thinking

i mean in order for Hanto to be a Kamen Rider he had to get a Granute organ (what the fuck suga where did you get that) so it's like……. Shouma is kinda? right?

DORKS. ALL OF YOU

This conversation is so fucking funny

Valen. Short for Valentine's. Still chocolate themed. My god you two how are you such dorks

"red gavv. UH I MEAN JUST GAVV YEAH THAT'S BETTER" dude

FUCK why is this so fucking good. why are they so fucking funny

oh hello nyelv

what the fuck do you have in mind

oh that prosthetic on the guy's stomach looks… mm… it looks like someone didn't properly smooth and blend it

I do like the music that plays over the scene of Gavv riding the… what the fuck is that thing called? The pink and blue thing. But the music that sounds like the gochizos chanting in unison. very cute, and it sounds kind of familiar, like they might have sampled something from the early to mid 2000s.

"I thought of your agency" fuck yeah, and you also got her adopted brother to help

they are now siblings in my head because Sachika is a good role model for Shouma and cares a lot for him

oh this montage is precious

Shouma you are so enthusiastic you're forgetting your strength

Oh.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

"Little Red Gavv" is giving Little Red Riding Hood vibes but I don't think that's the intended meaning. I think the twins mean it just derisively.

Oh hey Glotta

she fucking towers over the twins jfc

her outfit reminds me of Gaia's in Final Fantasy XIV. Give her Gaia's hammer. Watch me combust.

everyone is terrified of Glotta. yesssssssssss

what I fucking hate is I love Suga's fashion.

"if there are I haven't met them" well I mean there's dente and I do NOT want you to meet him

protecting Shouma from Suga. Yeah, good call

Being able to see what the gochizo have seen… oh that'll be extremely useful

"Maison gochizo" OH MY GOODNESS

the colour palette for hanto being so different from Shouma and Sachika… Gavv has such a strong visual identity that his darker colour palette really helps cement his personality

oh this gonna be interesting

and yet while Hanto sticks out so much in this brightly coloured series, he is one of the biggest goobers in the cast

the visual of Shouma running behind Hanto while Hanto is thinking about what to do next…

yeah saying "the person went to paris to be a famous artist" is a pretty good cover for why they never returned

but also the gochizo's voice is just. I want that toy.

I love when the henshin can be used offensively or defensively. Like in Build, or when anyone in Kabuto uses Cast Off

who is the fight coordinator in this series give them a massive raise this is great

oh Hanto, Glotta is beyond who you can fight right now. Run

FUCK I am loving that Hanto is actually a competent investigator. Go meet up with Shotaro. He's also competent as a detective, even if he's constantly made to be uncool. He'll teach you some stuff

(Also we get more Kiriyama Renn and I'm always up for that)

I love the personalities that the gochizos have holy shit

… they're cats. They have cat personalities

okay for a second I was like "is… is each chocolate shot making the granute bleed" but no that's just chocolate. damn

Sachika… you tried. You really did. You just… went at it from the wrong angle

oh she has a scythe

ohno

fuck i'm gay

#kamen rider gavv #episode recap #episode thirst

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burntoutvibin · 3 months ago

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One Month Too Long

A month

A month since Jayce had just disappeared into thin air

A month of the council and enforcers arguing back and forth over the "correct way" to go about the situation

A month too damn long in Viktor's opinion

Piltover's Golden Boy gets kidnapped, it's up to his boyfriend and sister to get him back, heist-style

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Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, violence, injury, blood, guns

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A month

A month since Jayce had just disappeared into thin air

A month of the council and enforcers arguing back and forth over the "correct way" to go about the situation

A month too damn long in Viktor's opinion

A month was all Caitlyn had before he would take it into his own hands and her time was well beyond up, leading the two of them to their current situation.

It had taken less than a day for Viktor to track down Jayce's captors, figure out who they were, and what they wanted and set up a meeting with them to "purchase" the man of progress from them.

Caitlyn was not happy with the situation, worrying over the risks to all of them and how the council would react to being undermined, but Viktor, as much as he hated using manipulation, was able to use Caitlyn's affection for Jayce against her.

"Ms Kiramman if we do not act now, there may be nothing for the council to save in the first place"

So begrudgingly, she had agreed to tail him to the meeting sticking to the rooftops to watch his back and make sure nothing went sideways.

Viktor had tried his best with his disguise, hiding as much of himself as he possibly could to avoid any suspicion from Jayce's captors, thankfully having grown up in the undercity he knew how to make a disguise blend in. It was not uncommon for the people of Zuan to cover their faces, meaning he had more opportunity to shield his identity.

Leaning heavily on his crutch which he had switched out from his normal red and gold one Jayce had made for him, he placed his finger to his ear to activate the communication device Caitlyn had insisted he had.

“I am approaching the meeting point, anything I don't see?” Viktor asked quietly, the radio crackling to life soon after in response.

“I see the targets, but not Jayce… I'll keep my eye on the nearby alleyways” her posh accented voice responded.

“Appreciated Ms Kiramman, do not fire unless I give the signal or I am approached from behind, I do not want these people to get jumpy and end up hurting Jayce” Viktor instructed, not waiting for a response as he turned to corner into the alley where he saw three figures standing, waiting for his arrival.

Three basic-looking thugs, varying in size and build, each covered in different types of body modifications and tattoos, most likely an attempt to look intimidating to those who saw them.

“So, you're the buyer eh?” One of them, the tallest of the bunch, questioned, looking Viktor’s cloaked figure up and down.

“Perhaps, depends on the quality of what you're offering” Viktor responded, his voice coming out deeper through his mask which he had built to subtly change how he sounded.

“You'll get yer goods, where's the cash” a woman with a mohawk stepped forward, spitting to the side as she placed her hands on her hips.

Viktor produced a satchel from his cloak, holding it in front of him, the amount of money in the bag was nowhere near the amount Jayce was truly worth but these people didn't need to know that.

The smallest and fattest of the group reached forward to grab the satchel only for Viktor to pull back with a small protesting noise.

“I would see my merchandise before you see your coin” he stated firmly. The three looked at each other before the tallest one grumbled with a flick of his head to the woman. With a nod, the woman walked to the other exit of the alley before walking back into the narrow passage, this time dragging a stumbling figure along with her.

Viktor's jaw clenched as he watched the woman kick Jayce in the back of the leg, forcing him down to his knees. Jayce had a burlap bag over his head, his arms were pulled behind his back and tied together with ropes. His normal academy uniform was beyond ruined at this point, ripped in several places and covered in dirt, grime and dried blood.

“There, you got ya preview, hand it over" The short one took another swipe at Viktor's satchel, but the Zuanite kept it out of his reach.

"As much as your group just oozes trust, I would like to examine it myself. You understand, right? Just business" This seemed to irritate the leader, his eye twitching at Viktor's insistence to get a closer look.

"Make it quick, you're testin' my patience" He sneered, Viktor didn't miss the way his hand twitched down towards his belt, he was not surprised when his communicator crackled in his ear.

"Careful Viktor, he's getting agitated" Viktor wanted to roll his eyes, Catilyn meant well but she was stating the obvious.

"Of course" Viktor replied to both the leader and Catilyn. As casually as he could, Viktor walked over to where Jayce's kneeling form was. He pulled the sack from Jayce's head, his heart clenching when he finally saw his partner's face again after far too long.

His normally very put-together partner was an absolute mess, his hair had grown longer and was ratty atop his head. His normal 5 o'clock shadow had grown into a thicker beard on his face. What broke Viktor's heart was the state of his face, one of his eyes was swollen shut and the rest of his skin was marred with bruises and wounds.

Once he was done looking Jayce over, he noticed the venomous glare his partner was sporting, seemingly also cussing at him through the dirty rag that was tied in between his teeth. The fact that even Jayce couldn't recognize him in his disguise was a good sign, maybe costume design was his next calling.

"Quite the specimen" Viktor mumbled, over dramatically caressing Jayce's hair like one would a prized animal. The action resulted in Jayce violently flinching his head away with a growl; Viktor wanted nothing more than to rip off his disguise and comfort his lover.

"You should hear him scream, he's got some lungs on 'im" The short one laughed making Viktor's blood begin to boil in his veins.

With a harsh inhale, Viktor's hand gripped Jayce's hair, already wanting to apologize as a hurt noise left the man below him.

"You've held up your end of the deal, so I shall hold up mine" Viktor stated plainly, throwing the satchel towards the group, the woman grabbing it as it flew threw the air.

The three of them gathered around to look into the satchel, their eyes widening upon opening it seeing real money inside. The group looked up towards Viktor, looks of surprise quickly turning to predatory, as Viktor expected.

"You got an awful lotta cash mister, who are you exactly?" The woman questioned, slinking forward towards him and Jayce.

Viktor huffed out a small laugh through his nose before steeling his tone, finally letting his anger shine through.

"The last face you will ever see" With that, Viktor threw his crutch out to the side, allowing his legs to buckle and for his body to fall over Jayce, almost acting as a human shield.

BANG

... silence

Viktor looked up slowly, not surprised when he saw the bodies of the three thugs he was speaking to moments ago on the ground, dead.

A clean shot through each of their heads

Damn, Jayce wasn't kidding when he said Caitlyn was a good shot.

"Je konec" Viktor sighed to himself, reaching up to remove his mask as he felt Jayce move underneath him. His partner cautiously unfolded himself and looked up at him, his one good eye widening when he saw his face. Viktor assumed that Jayce attempted to say his name, the sound being muffled by the rag still in his mouth.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you moje láska" Viktor apologized as he reached for the knotted fabric behind Jayce's head, allowing the other to spit it out the moment it was loose.

"V? H-How? How did you find me? How did you..." He cut himself off looking behind him to the dead bodies of his captors.

"I cannot take all the credit, Ms Kiramman is quite the shot" Viktor explained as he reached for Jayce's bound wrists, frowning at how tightly the rope was tied into his partner's skin.

"Cait is here?!" Jayce exclaimed, Viktor did not miss the worry that laced his voice. Only Jayce Talis would worry for others' safety when he had just been rescued from being held hostage for a month.

"Luckily for you, your partner is beyond stubborn and wouldn't take no for an answer when I told him not to go on a suicide crusade" Caitlyn's voice appeared behind the pair, her rifle's barrel still smoking in her hands.

Finally, the ropes around Jayce's wrists came loose and Viktor instantly took them into his hands to examine them.

"You could have gotten yourselves killed, why didn't you go to the council or the enforcers or-"

"If we had waited on those rich bastardi any longer, you would have been returned to me in a body bag" Viktor exclaimed harshly causing Jayce's mouth to shut with an audible click. The annoyance he felt quickly dissipated as he looked over Jayce's wounded face once more, a hand coming to rest gently against his cheek, the other automatically melting into the touch.

"I tried to wait, but they were going in circles moje láska... I couldn't lose you to their indecisiveness" Viktor explained softly "I know you like to do things the official way but I couldn't do nothing, you are too important to me"

Jayce sighed, pushing his nose against Viktor's palm drinking in the touch he had missed so much over the past month. Despite all the aches and pains that were wracking through his body due to the month of abuse, Jayce had never felt safer than in this moment.

"I missed you" he mumbled, his own hands coming to hold the one Viktor still had against his cheek.

A gentle smile came across Viktor's face as he leaned in to press their foreheads together.

"And I missed you můj zlatý kluk"

"Not to break up this whole tender reunion, but I think it's time we head back, I don't feel like doing this whole song and dance again if anyone spots you two" Caitlyn interrupted.

She was right, the undercity was never short of thugs like the three they had just dealt with, they needed to get back to Piltover, the sooner the better.

Plus Jayce really needed a bath.

"Come moje lásko, let's get you home" Viktor said as he reached for his crutch, his other hand supporting both himself and Jayce as they rose from the alley's floor.

Caitlyn came to Jayce's other side to help support him, despite the height difference between the two. As the trio began to walk, Caitlyn flicked at Jayce's cheek with her forefinger.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Jayce exclaimed

"For getting yourself kidnapped! Don't you ever scare me like that again Talis, do you hear me?!" Caitlyn muttered angrily at him, her voice lacking any real fire behind it. Jayce huffed and rolled his eyes, placing his cheek against the top of Caitlyn's head.

"I'm sorry sprout, I didn't mean to make you worry" Jayce sounded sincere, making Caitlyn grumble at him further.

"Well, you did. If you think Viktor or I will be letting you out of our sight anytime in the near future you've got another thing coming"

"My two personal bodyguards, my boyfriend and my sister... I'm sure that'll go well"

"Jayce I am not letting you leave our bed until every mark on your body is gone"

"Don't threaten me with a good time, love"

"Eww...."

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I may write more to this, maybe, maybe not, I'll see how I feel :)

Comments make my heart happy ♥

Translations: Je konec: It's over Moje láska/lásko: My love Bastardi: Bastards Můj zlatý kluk: My golden boy

I apologize for any mistakes ♥

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adoresmiles · 7 months ago

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His Concealed Obsession.

Chapter six

Tags: @violetmuses @nobodygetsza @planetblaque @deja-r @unicorndelulu @yassbishimvintage @jacobscipioswoman @nelo0wesker @peaxhygirl @bunniandhoney @aaronhotchnerlover

"Uncle Marcus!!"

"There's my second baby girl, congratulations!"

"Mahalo iā ʻoe, hauʻoli wau i ka ʻike oe."

"Aloha and right back at ya baby girl."

"Look at you getting better with your island lingo. I'm proud of you, keep it up uncle Marcus."

"Thanks to good translation and your brother. He be talking y'all native languages all the time."

"Well I'm glad you are learning , I'm always down to give you some tutor lessons."

"How much you about to charge a brother?"

"$160 but with a discount for being my uncle."

"A damn shame , you just like your damn daddy. Somewhere in that island bloodline of yours the hint of black is there."

"Oh Marcus , don't be over talking her head off. Nani it's so good to see you!"

"It's so good to see you as well auntie. Thank you for joining us this afternoon . I know you rather be back at home under your air conditioning."

"Aw baby, anything that deals with you and your brothers I'm always there for support. I'm so proud of you and your accomplishments."

"I tell her all the time how much she is like her mother and grandmothers."

"Yeah well I think you did a pretty good job with choosing the right woman to marry."

"He did because let me tell you, the last one he was with was such a bitch."

"You do realize that Jaxon mother is here as well."

"Kanani isn't her daughter , I'm confused on why she's here in the first place when it's not her child Hondo."

"Did he just call you Hondo?"

"It's my nickname they given to me on swat. Also I invited her because we are a blended family. Storm and her get along well and she practically watched her grow up."

"Well I think that is very considerate of you. She been in Nani life just as much Marcus and I have ."

"Thank you Theresa ,Kanani how about yo-"

"There goes my favorite sister!"

"I'm your only sister Jaxon."

"Yeah well sometimes I feel like I have three."

"Well you always told me that I have three personalities.Where is my sweet nephew at? Keith brought Coco with him and you know he loves her."

"You just answered your own question, Lo and him are playing with her right now."

"Oh I got to go see my baby, I catch up with you all before I leave."

I placed a fake smile on my face and waved a quick bye to the small group and made my way over to my sister in law and nephew.

"Auntie Nani bear!"

"Well if it isn't my favorite little human. Gosh you gotten so big! I feel like if you keep growing you are going to outgrow me soon."

"He is going to take his height after your side of the family for sure. I had to buy him an entire new car seat this morning because he can no longer fit the other one anymore."

"Oh wow , he's going to be so much taller than me. Have Jax start teaching him any Spanish yet?"

"For the most part Jax does but it's mostly simple catch phrases. This morning after my workout , I had caught Jax and your dad trying to teach him how to salsa."

"Sounds about right , dad tried teaching coco how to do the salsa one day and it didn't end well."

"Got to love your dad and his crazy antics. Speaking of your father , what's going on between you guys?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on Nani, there's so much tension between you, dad and your brothers."

"It's nothing worth bringing up again."

"That is completely bull shit and you know it. I overheard your dad telling Jax about how you feel that KP and yourself are being treated differently from him."

"I don't speak on the past, therefore leave it where it needs to be Lauren."

"No , because my sister in law is sitting here all sad and shit. You couldn't even look at Jax and let alone your own father."

"Well shit happens and it's life."

"Listen what you said was completely true about your father. Your father does have some issues that he needs to workout within himself. I even told your brother that as well. Hell your mother and I even talked about the situation before you got over here."

"Damn you guys are really in my business."

"Well not necessarily, your father came to your brother about it and when he left your brother came to me about it."

"So basically you overheard the conversation and Jax told you how he felt about it?"

"Yes , you known me for the longest to know that I don't get in your guys business unless one of you come to me about it. Which is also rare as well ."

"I love my dad but the unfair treatment is getting worse as time passes. Everything I do , he questions and I don't like being questioned let alone being told what to do. This is my life and everyone is just in it. I run it how I want and it seems as if I do that then I'm doing shit wrong."

"Trust me when I say this, I know how you feel. Maybe you should talk with Jaxon as well?"

"Why would I do that? Whenever KP and I go to him about a situation that involves our father he is on his side. Even when he's wrong , your husband is on his side. Yes I get he's dad first born and his right hand man and all but damn. There's a sibling code that he should follow too!"

"What sibling code should I be following ?"

"Oh my gosh, I'm not going to do this right now."

"Nah , don't walk away. You were comfortable with ranting to dad about some fake story that you got in your head of yours. So go ahead and speak your mind now. I'm right here."

"Let's not get all hostile right now , there's a time and place for everything and right now isn't the time. It's your sister day and our son is in front of us."

"This doesn't concern you at all Lauren ."

"You need to check yourself."

"I'm not going to stand here and go back forth with your ass Jaxon. I am in a good mood and I'm not going to let you nor anyone else ruin that for me. So if you excuse me I'm going go and speak with my guest."

"You always runn-"

"It's called being mature Jaxson , which is clearly something you have no experience with. As I stated before today is about me and I only want to be surround with positive energy today . If you are not going to be negative Nancy then leave. Lauren and your son will be driven home by one of us and a plate will be delivered with her as well. The choice is yours bookie."

"Aye y'all two cut it out! Jaxon chill the hell out man , today ain't the day. If you wanted to speak on the situation then you should have did it before the cookout started."

"Exactly why I said there's a time and place for everything! But your stupid ass brother felt the need to speak on the situation."

"Well if you wasn't talking shit about me to my wife then we wouldn't have been in this situation."

"Nobody was talking shit about you Jaxon. I was telling her how I felt and she was being a listening ear to me . Just like you always do , you came at the end of the conversation and take whatever you heard out it and turn it into about you. New flash Jax , this isn't about you! Let go of me KP , I'm not going to hit him."

"When you say that , a shoe is always getting thrown immediately afterwards. Jaxon , this isn't the time to have that conversation right now . Like Nani said there's a time and place for everything . You could have called her and talked it out prior of the cookout today. Let's not take this day from our sister and make it about us . Today is her day and we celebrating her accomplishment."

"Of course you're going to take her side. Everyone takes the brat side when she knows her ass is wrong for speaking on me."

"Do you hear yourself ? Nobody is taking sides. You know what ? You got it , we ain't about to go back and forth with a grown ass man who can't comprehend for shit. Nani let's go , Rita and Kelly been looking for you."

"Find me later Nani, so we can finish catching up ."

I nodded my head to her signaling that I was agreeing to catch up with later on. Taking a glance at my eldest brother , who was avoid to make eye contact with me. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away with KP next to me. As Keith and I were walking away , I could hear Lauren cursing at Jaxon. Which she hardly ever did especially out in the public eye. But in this case, he deserved it.

“Sometimes I wonder how the hell we end up being his younger siblings.”

“Dad was a player back in the day just like uncle Mike . We were bound to be each other siblings , he was just born with his parents fucked up ways.”

“No bull shit Nani , he got her victim card. Manipulating ass winch . But let’s stop talking about them before he try to say anything else.”

“You right and thank you for backing me up.”

“Aye that’s what I’m suppose to , we’re blood . We ain’t suppose to go against each other . Right or wrong ima back you up and then correct you when nobody is around. It should be the same on your end as well.”

“Don’t worry it is , now let’s go see Kelly and Rita before the- is that Darius ? I’ll be back, I got to go handle some business.”

Translation

Mahalo iā ʻoe, hauʻoli nui wau e ʻike iā ʻoe : Thank you , I'm so glad to see you.

Aloha : Hi

#armando aretas #armando aretas fanfic #armando aretas x black reader #armando x reader #bad boys #bad boys for life #bad boys ride or die #jacob scipio #dark theme #poc #adoresmilesfanfic #Anayal8ter #Anaya Rodrick

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magniloquent-raven · 2 years ago

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its midnight and im sleeby but i finished this thing i started scribbling out this afternoon based on @harringroveera 's post that i couldnt get outta my brain

i think i might have angsted it up a little cuz i can't help myself but its still cute so. pls enjoy

Billy's not super clear on where he is right now.

There are people everywhere. Yelling. Laughing. Music plays over a big fancy sound system. There's a blurry blue light glowing through glass sliding doors that he's been staring at for a little while 'cause it's…pretty. Twinkly and stuff.

He's too many drinks past a good buzz, that much he's sure of. His head feels. Floaty. And heavy. And if he tries to move the room starts to spin.

Whatever he's sitting on is comfy though. Soft. Softer than his damn mattress with that broken spring that's always stabbing him in the ribs.

He's tired. Really tired.

Feels like he hasn't slept in months.

To his left a girl starts squealing as her boyfriend grabs her around the waist, to his right a speaker vibrates against the wall, buzzing to the beat of a deep bassline. Everything sounds far away, though. White noise blending together while the edges of his vision go fuzzy and faded.

He feels his head tip, just a little, and then—

With a sharp inhale he jolts, blinks, glancing around blearily at a silent, empty room.

It's still dark out. The blue glow still shimmers at him through glass. A lamp lights the room he's in. Everything's…shapes. Colours. His brain is still mushy.

He blinks a couple more times. His eyes are dry. Wobbly. All the shapes are wobbly.

"Hey, man, party's over." A voice startles him. He tries to look around, but it fucking hurts, and moving his head is so much work. Whatever, it's a nice voice. Way nicer than the jarring silence.

Wait, why's the party over. He doesn't want the party to be over.

He wrinkles his nose. "Nooo…"

"...Yeessss." There's a pause. "Everyone is gone, dude."

"No." Billy rubs his eyes. The chair is still so comfy. He sinks further into it, unwilling to move. "You're here."

"It's my house. I'm allowed to stay." The voice sounds amused. There's some rustling behind Billy. Plastic crinkling. Maybe. Something being moved around. "Why are you even here, anyways?"

Hazy memories jumble together. A flask of vodka in his pocket, slipped under itchy robes. Sitting two heads away from Steve Harrington, sneaking glances between barely concealed shots. A droning speech. Another droning speech. Neil's solemn face in a crowd, watching him walk across the stage to shake hands with…the guy. The. Whatever.

Some girl digging her talons into his arm after he slipped away from Neil's attempts to maintain a public image by acting like he gave a shit about his son's accomplishments. Beer and cheap tequila and shitty music blurring into each other as he gets dragged around like a trophy dangling off the elbow of whichever nameless girl claimed him for the night.

"Graduated," he says, picking at a sticky spot on the thigh of his jeans. Pinching the fabric isn't doing anything but he can't stop prodding.

"Yeah, I know, with honors. Congrats." There's a huff. A silence. "Doesn't explain why you're here though." Footsteps, sneakers on linoleum, tap tap tap, meandering around whatever room is at his back. Glass bottles getting moved around. It's sort of soothing to listen to someone move around their house without any reason to be keeping track of their movements.

Well, unless…

Billy's stomach flips, and his chest goes tight. "You're not gonna kick me out are you?" he asks, his voice small. He feels sick, saying it. Thinking about it. He doesn't want to be anywhere else. This house smells sweet under the stink of spilled beer and leftover perfume. And he likes this chair.

The movement behind him stops for a second. "...Nnno?"

He breathes. Relaxing into velvety upholstery. "'Kay."

"You sure you don't have anywhere to be? Family waiting up? Girlfriend expecting a midnight rendezvous?"

Billy snorts. "No one gives a shit where I am."

Neil will care tomorrow when Billy makes him look bad by pulling up hungover and in yesterday's clothes, but that's a problem for tomorrow. He won't be waiting up for him, worrying about Billy's safety or whatever.

A glass bottle clinks against something. "What about your sister?"

"Pfff…" He snickers, and gives his head a tiny shake. The movement makes everything spinny for a second and he has to pause to swallow bile. The sour taste on his tongue feels appropriate. And gross. "I fucked up. Everything. Beat the shit outta her friend. She's prolly hoping I don' come home at all. Ever."

Another glass bottle gets set down, slower this time. Carefully. "...This friend of hers…"

"Steve," Billy sighs. His eyes fall shut and he leans back into a cushioned headrest. His insides do the stupid fluttery thing they always do when he thinks about Steve. Steve and his stupid kissable face.

"It was pretty dumb of him to pick a fight with you, huh," the voice says wryly.

"Mnh…I guess." There's a soft snort behind him. But something prickles at Billy. Guilt, maybe. It's uncomfortable. He chews his lip as his eyes start to burn. "Nah. No. Whole thing was my fault. All my fault. S'always my fault."

Saying it doesn't make it feel better.

"What do you mean?" There's sounds anymore. Just the voice, and Billy's heartbeat in his ears.

"It's…" Billy swipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. "It's a secret."

"I'm good at keeping those."

"You can't tell him."

"...I definitely will not tell him."

Billy hums. "He's real pretty, y'know."

"So I've been told, but what—"

"No, he's…he's so pretty. Like, I can't believe it sometimes, and I just wanna. Do something about it. All the time. But it hurts. Hurts so bad, and it's not supposed to, so I had to—I had to…I just got so mad. And I had to prove I didn't wanna kiss him, but I do. 'Cause I like him so much. Too much."

The silence is back. Ringing in Billy's ears. He sniffles quietly.

"Oh…"

"Please don't tell him. Or anyone."

"Billy…"

"Promise."

There's a strained pause. Billy fidgets, his insides twisting into knots.

"I promise." The voice is so gentle, and it makes Billy's eyes sting again. He blinks away tears and listens to more bottles being moved. Plastic cups hitting plastic bags. Sneakers against linoleum, and hardwood, and carpet. And after a while, "You're not gonna spend all night in the chair, are you?"

"You said—"

"I'm not kicking you out, I just meant. There's a guest bed, man,"

"Oh."

Sunlight hits Billy directly in the face and he rolls over, groaning.

The motion makes his stomach lurch, but he buries his face in…pillowcase. Unfamiliar pillowcase. Smells like honeysuckle and clean air and it's softer than any bedding he's ever touched.

His legs are tangled in sheets just as sweet-smelling and finely woven, and his guts give another heave as he realizes he's only wearing briefs.

Did…did he fuck someone last night?

He was definitely drunk enough to do something that stupid, if the cottonmouth and pounding headache are any indication, but he doesn't fucking remember. Which would normally be a blessing, except he usually doesn't stay the goddamn night.

Is he going to have some girl hanging all over him for the first couple weeks of summer? Until he can figure out how to ditch her without making it look like he's too eager to.

Or maybe he'll stick around for a little while, this bed is actually ridiculous. He might be able to fake his way through one shitty summer fling if it means sleeping like a goddamn king. There are like, five pillows, and it feels like he's laying on a cloud.

He nuzzles deeper into the pillowcase. Smells nice too.

His memories of the previous day mostly stop around Tammy Whatsherface dragging him away for a graduation afterparty. Maybe he shouldn't have started drinking at noon.

Christ, he's not even sure how he got here, or where his car is.

Or where here is.

It's one of the Loch Nora houses, probably. Nowhere else would have sheets like this.

Eventually he drags himself, reluctantly, out of bed. And immediately tastes bile.

Which is. Bad.

Being upright is bad.

And he doesn't know where the nearest toilet is. Which could be extremely bad. Girls whose carpets you puke on don't invite you back to sleep in their nice guest rooms.

So, he's very slow and careful about pulling his jeans on. And he makes sure to pause when he starts to feel clammy, sitting on the floor to stop his head spinning.

It takes him forever to get mostly dressed, jeans and an undershirt are enough. He can't find his button-up and socks require too much bending down, which his dehydrated brain does not appreciate.

Peeking out into the nondescript hall doesn't provide any more answers about whose house this is. It's all shiny boring expensive decor and not a single person in sight.

Oh, looks like there's a bathroom at the end of the hallway though, good.

He beelines for the sweet promise of a place to piss and rinse out his mouth, shuffling past a couple closed doors, listening for any signs of life and hearing nothing, until he shoulders his way into the bathroom and freezes in his tracks, because—

"Hey, uh. You're awake." Steve Harrington blinks at him, standing in front of a plain oval mirror, hairbrush in hand. Which he obviously hasn't used yet, because the bedhead he's sporting is kind of hilarious. It's all fluff in every direction. Billy wants to run his hands through it.

Worse, though, is the fact that he's bare chested, wearing an unzipped hoodie and soft plaid pants, with all that fucking chest hair, and he's looking at Billy with a curious expression that isn't remotely like any way he's ever looked at Billy before and this is…all very, very strange.

So, obviously Billy's theory about what happened last night was wrong. He's not even back to square one, he has less than no idea what the fuck is happening.

"...Yes," Billy responds after a beat too long.

Great.

Fantastic.

Very smooth.

The corner of Steve's mouth twitches. There's something soft and warm about the amusement twinkling in his eyes and it's making Billy itch.

"I think I'm gonna puke."

Steve snorts, and drops his hairbrush on the vanity. "Right, I'll get out of your way then." He sidles past Billy, far too close, patting his shoulder as he passes. Which does not help when he's just barely keeping his shit together.

His footsteps fade down the hallway at Billy's back. And Billy doesn't move.

What the actual fuck.

He slams the bathroom door shut behind him, and leans his forehead against it, trying to breathe slowly through his nose.

They didn't have sex last night. There's no way. He did not fuck Steve Harrington.

He couldn't have. Steve would never…

He's not…

That's just. Not what happened. Because that would never happen.

It kind of looks like that's what happened, but it's not.

He sits on the floor, head in his hands. And breathes.

It's unclear how long he stays curled up on cold tile. Long enough that his legs start to feel stiff. Nothing about last night comes back to him. He sighs.

And gets up.

And splashes some water on his face. Drinks a little from the tap. Uses some of the mouthwash he digs out from under the counter. Takes a piss.

He's still unsteady. His temples throb if he moves too quickly. But he feels a little less like roadkill.

Steve waves at him when he spots him coming down the stairs. Waggles his fingers in the air, like they're best buds and this situation isn't the most surreal thing to happen to them since the Byers' weirdly trashed living room.

Billy rubs the back of his neck. "...Hey."

"Coffee?"

"Sure."

Steve pulls out two mugs, one of his thumbs stuck through a hole in the cuff of his sleeve. There's sunlight warming the honey-coloured highlights in his hair.

Yeah, no, this is definitely more fucked up than finding Max in a random house with a busted window and shitty drawings everywhere.

He might actually have lost his mind.

"What the fuck happened last night?" He blurts, his cheeks hot, fingers jittery. He shoves his hands in his pockets, fists balled up against his thighs.

Steve glances at him out of the corner of his eye. "Ah, figures you don't remember."

"Don't remember what?"

"You were pretty out of it."

"Yeah, thanks, I know that part."

Steve snorts, grabbing more things out of cupboards. Billy's paying more attention to his hands than what's in them. "You didn't want to leave, so I let you sleep upstairs."

"...Why?"

"You didn't say, just said you didn't have anywhere else to be."

"That's not what I meant." He knows exactly why he didn't want to leave. All the many reasons why he'd rather be here than under Neil's roof. Or anywhere else. What doesn't make any fucking sense is Steve accommodating him.

Steve's eyes flicker to his again, briefly, before he turns back to the counter. When he shrugs the nonchalance seems forced. "You're a lot nicer when you're plastered."

"I…" Billy opens his mouth. Shuts it again.

What the fuck does that mean.

Steve fidgets with a spoon. "You got…kind of weepy, y'know."

Oh.

Goddamnit.

His shoulders go tense, jagged edges of a shield around what's left of his dignity. "Fuck you, Harrington," he snaps. It's all he can muster when he doesn't know what the fuck he was crying about. Every possibility is worse than the last.

"Yeah, you wish," Steve mutters.

Billy freezes.

And doesn't recover quick enough to hide it from Steve. Steve's eyebrows shoot up. "Holy shit, it's true isn't it?" He turns around fully, the mess he's made of the counter forgotten.

Fuck.

"I—don't know what you're talking about." His stupid deer-in-the-headlights expression is mostly under control but the sudden tremble in his voice definitely fucking isn't.

He backs away a step and then stops. Where the fuck is he going to go, he doesn't know where his car is, where his keys are, and he's fucking barefoot. Running upstairs and locking himself in Steve's bathroom seems just a little too pathetic but that doesn't mean he doesn't consider it.

Billy clenches his jaw. It makes his head pound. "What exactly did I say last night?" He grits out, crossing his arms over his chest.

Steve eyes him. Slowly, carefully. Deliberating. He chews his bottom lip. The silence is fucking agonizing.

"Can't tell you," he finally replies, his voice light. One corner of his mouth lifts into half a smile, and scratches his cheek. "I promised I wouldn't tell anyone."

"That's…" Billy rubs his forehead with the palm of his hand, like he's looking for the button to restart his poor, confused brain. He drops his hand, exasperated, eyebrows creeping up to his hairline. "Steve, what the fuck."

Steve cracks a full-blown grin. "I told you I'm good at keeping secrets."

"I swear to god—"

"Aw c'mon, I can't break a promise! Especially 'cause you asked so nicely. You were so polite. It was very cute."

"I…what?"

He can't have heard that right.

Or Steve's just fucking with him. That's what's going on here. Billy let something slip last night and now Steve's holding it over his head. Because why wouldn't he, honestly. He has every reason to want to mess with Billy, and now he's got the perfect leverage.

"Billy." Steve's voice is soft, suddenly. His expression gentles, and he moves to close the gap between them. And Billy…doesn't get it. He's stalled out and stuck trying to figure out how this is gonna go wrong, how it fits into whatever prank Steve is clearly pulling.

He doesn't know what his face is doing, but he's pretty sure he's being way more readable than he'd like.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when Steve touches him. A hand on his shoulder. A hesitant, awkward pat. Testing the waters, maybe. Trying to make sure he's real, maybe.

Is any of this real? Billy's still not convinced. He can smell Steve's shampoo and see all the little flecks of colour in his eyes and his shoulder is still burning where they made contact, but…

"I'm sorry I hurt you, y'know," Steve murmurs, his gaze dropping, hovering somewhere around Billy's crossed arms. He reaches out again, fingers grazing Billy's knuckles this time. All Billy can do is blink at him, afraid to breathe. "Doesn't have to be like that."

He tugs at Billy's hand, untucking it from the crook of his elbow, unfolding Billy's arms, and Billy lets him. One hand drops to his side and the other stays cradled in Steve's grip. He's…staring at it like he's studying for a test. Billy has no idea what's so fucking interesting, or what Steve's talking about, but he's also not bothered at this point.

His knees feel like jello.

"You could've just kissed me."

Billy nearly collapses. Like one of those swooning chicks in shitty romance novels. Breathless and flushed and overwhelmed. Except he just stands there like a moron, staring at Steve. And Steve's mouth.

"What?" he manages not to sound too strangled. Miraculously.

Steve smiles at him, almost sheepishly. "You still could. I wouldn't mind."

"You…wouldn't."

"Yeah, I mean, if you had morning breath still it might be a different story, but…" Steve gestures vaguely, pulling Billy's hand along with him as he shrugs.

Billy snorts.

And hey, maybe Steve is messing with him, and this will blow up in his face, but…

Well, he just really wants to kiss him before it does.

So he leans in and presses their lips together.

~~tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #a raven's writing desk #might post this on ao3 tomorrow but that requires more brain power than im willing to spend rn #i wish to sleep

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