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Yelloow!! popping in!!!~~ I've seen Dorms, Grim and Staff as Yandere types.... But what of Neige(Vil's Rival), Chenya, and Rollo??~
I know that there are different takes from different kinds of Yandere AU's -- but out of curiosity, I wish of your take!
Letâs do the RSA boys first.Â
Royal Sword Academy has a reputation for accepting the âprincelyâ yanderes. Unlike the NRC students, they donât tend to act on violence unless they have to and their red flags arenât as bad in comparison.Â
But a red flag is still a red flag.Â
RSA teaches more gentle ways of pushing darlings to their yanderes. Specifically while they use kidnappings, potions and the works, they use their affection as ball and chain to make sure leaving them is impossible.Â
Theyâre taught to become friends first, and then start being more and more oppressively clingy. To slowly break down the darlingâs defenses and walls, and leave them weak to their affection with the power of friendship, love and complete and utter manipulation.Â
But itâs not manipulation, itâs being a loving partner.
Chenyaâs a bit of unpredictable yandere. Heâs a hard read but heâs clingy and a stalker. Chenyaâs not overbearing at first. Heâs friendly, cryptic but friendly, and then youâll start to notice him around more and more. Which you might get worried about when he starts to pop up more and more in a school full of people who hate RSA. But heâll just keep popping up and since your friends, why worry?Â
Thanks to his magic, it is very easy for him to vanish and appear as quickly as the wind. So following you around is easy as pie, and with his aforementioned cryptic behavior, it will be quite difficult for you to understand his intentions. Kidnapping you would be a breeze for him, one moment youâre there and the next you're stuck with him forever and ever.Â
But with Chenya, you probably won't see the threat of danger till you're too lost to figure your way out. On the brightside, you might like it. Maybe.
Neige LeBlanche ( I am a big BIG fan of the most innocent and gentle seeming people being the most manipulative motherfuckers. SoâŠ) is yandere that was actually misdiagnosed as a darling. Neigeâs sweet, kind and gentle behavior in his youth lead to his misdiagnosis, and as a yandere he is a mix of delusional and manipulative. Delusional, he believes in true love and happy endings. Finding the perfect partner for his happy ending is a dream for him. (The man thinks of Vil as a friend, heâs deluded plain and simple) But while his delusions fuel his love for you, his manipulative ways can keep you there with no choice. Among the darling child stars of Twisted, Neige held quite the crown back when he was misdiagnosed, and no one can deny darlings anything (minus freedom). His demeanor is so well-meaning that any manipulative behavior is considered to be him just being a good friend or partner. Heâs oppressively clingy too, and his manipulation makes sure that the people he cares about are always close.Â
For this AU, Neige is a platonic yandere for Vil, and has purposely been sabotaging his casting so that Vil always and only performs with him.Â
Heâs the kind of yandere that wouldnât risk killing someone to make you unhappy, but thatâs not to say that his fans wouldnât try to beat his rivals into the ground to protect dear sweet Neige. Neige is aware of how devoted his fans are to him, and heâll use that to manipulate you, using the pressure to keep you with him, wouldnât want them to be unhappy, would you?
Noble Bell College has a history with yanderes like many others, but its view on the yandere darling relationship is much different to the rest of the world, and many in Fleur City agree with it. Specifically, that yanderes are the ones in the wrong for their uncontrollable desires and the darlings areâŠ. WellâŠ. Darlings are the embodiment of purity. They havenât done a single thing wrong to be thrown into this dirty world and yet here they walk amongst the selfish and licentious. But the darlings are not immune to the temptations of the dirty world, and can be lured into danger.
Most, if not all the yanderes at NBC believe that their desires are wrong yet impossible to beat without their darlings. And they all believe that darlings are pure, but in need of salvation from the dirty world. The Righteous Judge had a darling himself, a romani that had fallen for the dirty worldâs enchanting song, who he saved and brought her to salvation. (Sure she wasnât happy about it and the flaming pyre sheâd nearly died on was purposely left out of the history books but hey, happy ending?)
Students in NBC are taught that sometimes force is needed to help darlings save themselves from the wretched world. And they wonât be happy about it, itâs for the best. For their salvation.Â
Rollo Flamme is a worshiper yandere with a guilty conscience. A devout believer of the âdarlings are the purest things to be born of this sinful earthâ, Rollo has faithfully believed that, and even magical darlings cannot receive his ire because he believes that they had been tempted by its power, thanks this worldâs filth, and need to be saved.Â
When it comes to you, a magicless darling not from this sinful, magical world, you rest highest on the podium of purity in his eyes. And because of that, you need to be saved from it, and those who intend to tempt and sully you.Â
As for the guilty conscience partâŠ.To make adjustments for the AU, Iâm making Rolloâs younger brother a darling. But because of how it happened being ambiguous at the time, Rollo was never punished, but this is why he is so protective over you specifically because magic could tear you away from him like his brother.Â
In Rolloâs eyes, his darling is the purest thing in the world and if he needs to sully his own hands in every way to rid the world of the filth trying to tempt and defile you all so you can be lead to salvation and the safety of his arms, heâll do it.
#ask#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst x reader#yandereverse au#yandere chenya#yandere neige leblanche#yandere rollo flamme#yandere x reader
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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly
Previous - FINAL PART - Bonus
"Let me see"
You mentioned while laughing, sitting in front of the man who looked at you affectionately as you touched his face and observed him attentively.
"Your eye looks a bit red... Have you been using the drops the doctor recommended?"
Curly: "Maybe... I forgot them... today"
His voice was still somewhat strange to hear, it had the essence of what his voice once was, but much rougher and it was difficult for him to say long sentences, he had to pause between words to be able to say them.
You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, seeing the scars on his face.
At first, it wasn't the same skin you knew; you were surprised at how his body returned to that familiar skin, changing its texture, gradually becoming the skin you love to touch.
You noticed the ring hanging from his neck, with the lack of hands, he wore his ring that way to keep it close.
He had to convince you to give him back his ring, but at that moment you were in crisis because you had told him that the day you took it off, you would leave him. Although you reached an agreement to annul that promise.
Five years had already passed since you returned to Earth, and too many things had happened.
On your side, you started following your dream when you were little, and today you have your own bakery.
But it was hard work getting here, because the first thing you worried about was your husband's well-being, who spent half a year resting in the hospital, and then you had to take care of him with attention at home.
Pony Express decided to give you a percentage of your salary and a bonus for the damages they suffered, so with that money, they performed the man's first surgeries.
A skin graft, hair, and facial reconstruction, among others, over the next two years.
He used prosthetics that helped him walk and pick things up on his own, although just in case, you still had his wheelchair as a backup, which he refuses to use again, and when you're not watching, he tries to get rid of it, but you've locked the room where it is.
You even adopted two dogs, the first was Jupiter, a Labrador, a service dog who helps Curly when you're not around, and he's also a very good companion.
And after insisting for so long that Jupiter needed a little sibbling, you adopted Sunset, a dog you had found outside your bakery begging for food, a golden retriever who had escaped from her home, where it seemed they only used her to have puppies and sell them because she was purebred.
Both animals got along well right away, both quite calm, they don't cause any problems.
On the other hand, you stayed in touch with the rest of the crew.
Anya was able to get into medical school a few months after returning, and she is currently in her final year to receive her diploma.
Swansea retired and stayed at home with his family and children, being welcomed by his wife and the little girl she had had a few months ago.
Daisuke tried again with the art school, giving his all and with the support of his parents, he was able to get in. He even has a blog where he talks about the experiences he had in his life to motivate other young people to follow what they love.
Jimmy on the other hand... The last thing you heard about him was that his sentence was extended further for causing conflicts during his time in prison.
As for the little baby... you found out she was adopted by a good family, and that was all you needed to know about her.
Curly: "They're already... about to arrive"
He alerted when he heard Sunset start barking upon hearing a car park nearby.
He got out of bed and went outside to open the door and let his friends into the yard.
There was something that became a tradition among you, every year you celebrated the anniversary of the day you returned alive to Earth after such an experience, having a meal at your home.
Daisuke: "Who is the cutest girl! Let me pet you, fluffball!"
The boy, every time he went, was determined to make Sunset his friend, but she always ended up hiding where he couldn't reach her.
Anya: "Today is a wonderful day... And the food smells really good, every year they surpass the previous year's food, it's incredible."
Swansea: "Not bad, huh! Did you make this grill by yourself, Curly? The meat looks incredible."
Daisuke: "Where is (Yn)?? I want to greet her!"
He had managed to catch the dog, who was resigned in his arms while Jupiter was barking at Daisuke, knowing how upset Sunset was.
Curly: "She has... a surprise for... all of you."
He said, smiling, waiting for you to come out in the summer dress he had bought for you, quite loose and comfortable, perfect for your growing belly.Â
Everyone was surprised to see you, Daisuke was left speechless, dropping Sunset.
Daisuke: "But! You said-!"
"Well, not naturallyâbut... I was given the opportunity to do it in vitro and it was a success! I was afraid it wouldn't work because of my eggs, but... after several failed attempts... we finally got very lucky."
You caressed your belly, smiling.
Swansea: "Look at that... Congratulations, kid!"
Anya: "That's wonderful! Oh my God, how many weeks are you now? Do you already know their gender? Why didn't you tell us anything?"
She approached to touch your belly, happy that you have achieved what you wanted so much.
"I'm already in my 29th week... And we already know it's a boy! We were deciding on a name!"
Daisuke: "I have a really cool one!"
"I'm not going to call him Daisuke."
The boy let out a disappointed "aaaw" that you weren't going to consider his name for your son.
Curly: "We thought... of Charles"
"That I'm still not at all in agreement with that name."
You pointed at him, making him laugh and roll his eye.
Anya: "You still have time! When is your due date? I would like to be with you when it happens."
Daisuke: "Can I be there too? Maybe the second time I won't faint, hehe."
Swansea: "I wish you the best, boys are not difficult to entertain, they are difficult to keep alive, they love danger even after reaching adulthood."
You felt very excited about all the support you were receiving, happy to have met such wonderful people.
You didn't regret at all for having done everything possible to get them out of that situation.
The gathering continued with everyone eating and talking about the things they had been doing lately, catching up on their activities, until dessert time arrived, everyone's favorite moment.
Curly: "The best sweets... are from my wife..."
Swansea: "You don't even like sweets!"
Curly couldn't help but smile anyway when he saw everyone enthusiastically eating the ice cream cake you had made for that hot day, while he had his own special portion that you prepared for him so he could eat without too much sweetness.
You couldn't resist feeding him, and even though he wanted to seem annoyed, he adored the attention you gave him.
"Oops~ I'm sorry~ I stained your cheek"
You said with a smile to kiss his cheek, you started smearing hkd face with the dessert and left kisses on all those spots.
Swansea: "Get a room!"
Daisuke: "...Did you ever do it on the ship while working?"
"DAISUKE!"
You shouted with your cheeks red at such a true thing that had been said.
Curly: "...Two or three times..."
Swansea: "That's nothing, you managed to control themselves quite well."
Curly: "....During the week"
"Can I send it back into space?"
You didn't know how to hide your face in response to his declaration, you were extremely embarrassed.
But you had no escape, from the day you said yes, that man was going to stay with you until the end of his days.
And you knew well that he is going to be an incredible father soon as well.
In the end, everyone was able to have their well-deserved fate.
#mouthwash#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing#mouthwashing x reader#curly mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#captain curly#daisuke mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#captain curly x reader#curly x reader#mouthwashing curly#do it for them mouthwashing
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how bad is it to say you hate your mother lmao
#x#she has turned into the most inconsiderate selfish person#and I think I mourned who she used to be but now everything she does she makes me angry#she just takes and takes and takes#I never wanted to say this here but she basically took my first car#and she uses shit without a backup plan - it was never for hers to keep#but she just thinks that solves her problem#I worked so hard for it too among many other things#and this move also has just shown how fucking selfish and ungrateful she is#my parents are divorced by my dad still helped move her shit and clean#she had her brother come down to help and she wasnât even prepared bc nothing was packed even though I told her to start weeks ago#Iâm so angry and upset and now theyâre telling me theyâre back tracking on taking one of the cats so now Iâll have both#and I canât talk to anyone about it bc no one gets it!!!!!!#this is just one of a few problems tbh there is so much more but Iâm done Iâm at my wits end with her
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You know what hits me hard? When 5 to 6 year old children, all the way in Southeast Asia, knows about what's happening in Palestine right now. That children their age is getting bombed, that they're starving to death, that they're getting shot at, and sniped in the head. Because, just this past 2 or so months, I heard some of the little ones in the Kindergarten classes I'm TAing in as an Intern talk about it. Hell, one of the little boys downright said he didn't like Israel, because Israel is bad, because they do scary things. Another was questioning whether Palestine was bad too, because, "why else would they shooting at them?". A little girl in one of my classes doesn't want to finish her food at all, because she wants to save at least half her meat and rice for kids in Palestine, because she heard that, they don't have food. And that's just the ones I remember. Namely the inciting cases before their classmates slowly follow suit. The littles are fricking SCARED. We had to sit these kids down, and tell them that the topic is too mature for them at the moment, that they shouldn't even be concerned because they're KINDERGARTNERS, they're not even old enough to properly understand. The one teacher I was TAing for had to make a class announcement saying that. What gets me is, these are 5 to 6 year olds, the youngest I've worked with in this specific age group is 4. 5 years old on average, and they've already been exposed to the worst horrors genocide has to offer through the news and snippets of conversation among adults and hell, considering how many of them say they like to play games on Mama's phone, or their IPad, even from fricking social media. And the fact that, these literal babies, from all the way in Cambodia, has more empathy in their entire body and soul, than full grown fricking adults have in the nail of their pinky finger, gets me. FFS we as adults could LEARN from them I feel sometimes. I honestly don't know what to feel about it anymore. On the one hand, this is the next generation I'm working with. And if the next generation's default response to a tragedy such as Palestine, is what I've seen come up on occasion so far? Perhaps there's some bloody hope for this world after all. At least in this country. Especially since a majority of them already come from families who survived a genocide. These are the 3rd - 4th generation descendants of those who survived the Khmer Rouge. They've got grandparents at home, who no doubt are more than intimately familiar with what Palestine is going through right now. And it shows.
But on the other, it makes my heart sink because these are CHILDREN, these are LITTLE KIDS, they should be playing with their toys and watching cartoons and talking to their friends about everything from Spiderman to Speakerman to Kuromi and her friends, and be worried about whether or not they can go to playground that day, guranteed they're well behaved, or if Mama remembered to pack in their costume for swimming lessons that week. NOT JUST MY KIDS. But the little ones in Palestine too. They deserve better. They all deserve, so much better. Hell, it's come to the point that whenever I look at my kiddos right now, whether they'd be working in class, playing, doing something as mundane as eating lunch or getting ready for their nap. I think of the children their age in Palestine that didn't even get the chance to survive. I think of the ones whose memories from this age, is nothing but absolute horror and pain, rather than what has slowly become my normal, who never got to experience what my littles do on a daily basis right now.
Children shouldn't even be concerned about "War", about a Genocide. The last thing that should be on a 5 year old's mind, is pain, and suffering, and the worst horrors imaginable ever to be inflicted on a human being. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S INFLICTED, ON OTHER CHILDREN THEIR AGE. And for that alone, the world has failed them. Especially the kids in Palestine who didn't ask for any of this. They just wanted to carry on with life as kids do, the same way as my littles do on a daily basis no doubt, learning, playing, chatting with friends over their favourite cartoons and characters, worrying about whether they'd get to go to the playground or not that day.
I apologize for talking about this on this blog. I know my blog tends to be lighter in feel, a lot more unhinged and light hearted typically. I mean, I'm just a fricking nerd who likes to draw and write, and lurk about her favourite fandoms to consume and support what is shared among other nerds who also like to draw and write. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About contemplating it, especially since I'll be back on a roll tomorrow, working with my kiddos again after not seeing them for 5 days straight because of Holidays. And, I just had to talk about it. This is something I felt I couldn't keep to myself this time, I don't think my soul'd be able to carry it. I had to talk about it.
FREE PALESTINE. Our children deserve better.
#free palestine#gaza#palestine#rafah#israel#current events#gaza strip#human rights#childrens rights#save the children#cease fire in gaza#cease fire now#cease fire permanently#palestinian genocide#support gaza#pray for palestine#ceasfire now
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drains me slowly
pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader
summary: deadpool finally invites you, the coworker he has a massive crush on, over, which means the two of you end up doing more than just watching a movie.
tags: smut (18+), sub!wade wilson, dom!reader, pain kink, use of superpowers to fuel a pain kink, light masochism, teasing, gentle dom, hand job, scratching, body worship
wc: 3.3k
a/n: fic inspired by the new deadpool movie coming out!!! also, title is from love me dead by ludo.
No surprise that Wade wasnât exactly anyoneâs favoriteâ that goes for among the heroes heâs worked with and throughout his life in general. Heâs â to put it in the kindest way anyoneâs ever told him â fucking annoying. Oh, heâs more than aware that heâs a little too out-of-pocket, abrasive, impulsiveâ a nightmare to interact with, really. And those were just the recent comments made by the closest thing he has to coworkers! The shit he heard from people growing up was leagues worse.Â
Look, having a rough start in life isnât uncommon and heâs sure as hell not gonna get the tiny violin out for himself and throw his own little pity party, but heâs grown enough since his healing factor got beat out of him to acknowledge that heâs had it tough over the years.
Heâs still going, though! Yeah, he may not always be the best at doing his laundry quick enough to get any clean clothes to wear, or at stopping his room from becoming cluttered with too many half-empty water bottles, but heâs still making it by, day by day.
But, well, itâs still really hard to constantly put himself out there, get assigned â or infinitely more likely, just shove himself into â whatever jobs or missions he feels like taking on when everyone treats him like Jar Jar Binks.
That was until you came along. So, obviously youâre crazy hot â heâs gotta get that out of the way first â but more than that, you were confident. Competent, too, and those rarely coincide in Wadeâs experience. You mostly worked on call, joining the occasional mission, battle, or investigation because your mutant powers came in handy often, but you also still kept up with your day job. Honestly, Wade thinks the reason why you werenât always present in fights was to stop the other mutants from being out of a job. Your ability to slowly deteriorate surrounding biological tissue, while horrifying and a pain in the ass to control â your words â was basically winning on easy mode.
But no, you were adamant about keeping your involvement with the X-Men infrequentâ only joining when your presence was absolutely necessary. Apparently nonstop high stress situations aren't good for your mental healthâ who knew?
And he wants to pretend he became obsessed with you because of all those things, and of course they helped, but really, you had him at hello. Or well, you bothering to say hello and actually talk to him in the first place, to ask him questions about his life in moments of downtime where usually heâd be left with an unenthusiastic audience instead of a warm-hearted listener who actually laughed at his jokes.
So, of course, he has to go and fuck it up.
âŠ
âSo, glad thatâs over, huh?â Wade says through a smile, the whites of his mask squeezing as his cheeks rise. âSpeaking of over, you wanna come?â
âOver?â you shake your head a little, flashing your teeth as you try and comprehend him. âRight after we took on a whole crime ring?â
âWell, what a better time to unwind, am I right?â
âOh?â you raise your eyebrows. âWeâre unwinding?â
Itâs small, but you swear Wade ups his talking speed, âWell, yeah, you know. Watch a movie, order in, show you my Pokemon cards, the works.â
You hum, pretending to consider it, âDepends, you got a holo Charizard?â
And now, for sure, he exhales his relief. âYou insult me.â
The two of you enter his apartment not long after youâre dismissed from the mission, and Wade briefly excuses himself to change out of his suit. Making yourself at home, you take a seat on the couch and glance across his living room. His apartment is surprisingly nice. The kitchen and living room are one large, open space with a sleek, modern design. Also, youâd assume someone as chaotic as Wade would keep their house in a messier state, or hell, at least a little dusty, but the living room is spotless. Maybe he cleaned recently? What, was he planning on inviting someone over?
Snorting as you shake your head, a small click from across the hall catches your attention.
Youâve only seen Wade on the job, so naturally heâs always been wearing his red suit, but for some reason, you never stopped to picture him wearing civilian clothes. Actually, now that youâre seeing him in a sweatshirt and sweatpants â awfully warm for this weather â youâre struggling to reconcile the image of him you had in your head with the person right in front of you.
Well, at least until Wade brings up a fist to cover his mouth, illustrating his nervousness, and the tension fizzles out. Only Wade has body language that cartoonishly exaggerated.
âNice sweats, green looks good on you.â
Wade pauses for a moment, registering your words before he giggles softly, arm falling to his side, âIâve been thinking about changing the color of my suit. You know, hiding all the blood is great and all, but sometimes I gotta wonder â could this thing be more flattering?â
He walks over with a spring in his step before sitting by your side. Cutely, he wraps you up in the larger blanket first before settling the smaller, throw blanket over himself. You try your hardest not to show your confusion outwardly, but seeing Wade up close now has you questioning his outfit all the more.
Heâs a bit tall, so the sweatpants donât go all the way down to his ankles, but Wadeâs wearing calf socks, as if he specifically were trying to avoid them being uncovered. Also, his hoodieâs easily a size or two larger, which makes it the perfect thing to wear to lounge around and watch a movie in, but also, the sleeves cover his entire hand sans his fingers. From the little you can see of them, they look puckered in scars.
But obviously Wadeâs hands are scarredâ heâs a mercenary. Heâs handled all sorts of weapons and been in hundreds of fights over the years. You werenât expecting his skin to be baby-smooth.Â
Whatâs interesting to you is why heâd go through all the trouble to hide it.
Also, yeah, the most obvious pointers were that the hood of his sweatshirt is up even though you two are indoors in his own home and â how could you forget this one â his Deadpool mask is still on.
Was he just uncomfortable with sharing his identity in general or was he specifically trying to shove distance between the two of you? Whatever, if he doesnât want to take his mask off with you, he doesnât have to. You feel a distinct pang in your chest, but you try not to let it color how you respond to him. Heâs more than in the right to only share what he feels most comfortable with.
Wadeâs been fiddling with the remote while youâve been â hopefully â subtly looking him over, and the screen finally changes from a streaming service page to the opening of the movie.
âWeâre watching The Princess Bride? I didnât take you for a romantic.â
He bats his eyes â at least, you think he does, given the maskâ and speaks in a sweet voice âWhy, me? Oh please, I know romance. Iâm not going to invite a lovely, gorgeous, incredible person over and force them to watch Die Hard on the firstââ
His back straightens out like heâs been electrocuted before he forcibly relaxes his posture to finish his thought.
âHang-out.â
Okay, you want to go easy on him, especially because he seems so tense, but you canât just let that one slide. You close the small distance remaining between the two of you, causing your entire side to press against his. Even through his sweatshirt, you can feel how warm he is.
âMmm, just a hang out?â you mumble, sliding your head onto his shoulder. Youâve done this before, either for comedic effect or just in an attempt to push his buttons the same way he always tries to push yours â which, despite his best efforts, always ends up endearing him to you instead of bothering you â but never in a context like this.
He inhales sharply, and you count the seconds until he finally lets himself release it. Sometimes, you think he takes his healing factor for granted.
Turning his head to peer down at you, Wade considers you for a moment, keeping his face and body language deceptively neutral. You try your hardest to keep your eyes focused on the movie and your body loose and comfortable.
âYou want this to be a date?â he says, flat.
âWhy, thank you for asking, dear sir,â you copy his sweet voice from earlier before returning to your normal. âYes, Wade, I like you.â
âIââ he starts, but the words get caught on their way out. His fingers bury themselves in the material of his sweatpants, and the movement draws your attention to them again. Shades of blotchy red and pink curve all across his skin.
Wade doesnât say anything, which is concerning enough on its own, but following your confession, you feel like heâs more than out of his element.Â
âThatâs why you invited me over, right?â you try and help him out. âYou feel the same, too.â
And then, feeling bold, you turn your head to face his still mask-covered head and kiss him lightly on the cheek. Instantly, you see fireworks go off inside him, because Wade hurriedly shuts the TV off and runs off to close the blinds. Thereâs barely enough light in the room now to make out shapes, but apparently Wade doesnât take any issue because he peels his mask back and kisses you on the lips.
His lips are textured, and your intuition flashes quietly in the back of your mind, but for right now, you focus on how energetic he is. If his body is warm, his mouth feels like itâs on fire. Heâs constantly moving, trying to experience all of you as fast as possible.Â
Itâs making your face heat up, how quickly he demands your complete attention and how relentless he is in grabbing it. Wade bites your bottom lip, causing you to gasp into him, and he uses the opportunity to explore across your own teeth and tongue. After a few more seconds, you break away, needing the space to breathe.
âHoly shit,â you whisper, voice rough.
âYouâre telling me,â Wade coughs out. âWe couldâve been doing that this whole time?â
âWell, all you had to do was ask.â
And although you canât see him, which you know is the point, you understand something in him has shifted. He gets up from the couch, takes you by the hand, and leads you towards his room. His pace is so quick, you barely comprehend his actions until youâre both standing right in front of his bed.
âIs this okay?â he asks, quiet. You donât think youâve ever heard him stifle the amount of words he let loose before.
âYes, of course it is. But Wade, we have to turn on at least a lamp or something in here.â
âWe do?â
âYeah,â you pause to give him a second to think. âI canât see you at all like this.â
âWhat if â and you're just going to have to trust me on this one â youâd prefer it this way,â Wadeâs voice is light, but it feels like itâs cracking at the edges.
âAnd whyâs that?â
Not like youâd be able to see, but the anxiety radiating off of him makes him sound wide-eyed, âHuh? Oh, Iâ uhâŠâ
âLook, if youâre worried about how Iâm going to react to you having a bunch of scarsâ donât. I donât mind,â the sound of fabric rustling in front of you makes you think he just flinched. âI figured it out. Youâre not sneaky.â
âYou say that, butâŠâ
âWade, I donât care. And I mean that kindly! Really, it doesnât bother me.â
Wade starts pacing in front of you, nearly tripping on the leg of the bedpost, âLook, I appreciate the whole hero act you got going on here â really fits you good, you should totally quit your day job â but you donât have to force yourself, Iââ
âWade, you either confront your insecurities head on or Iâm not doing this with you. I told you what I think, the only person whoâs going to worry about how you look here is you. We either have sex with a light on or not at all, okay?â
No one speaks for a few seconds once you finish saying your piece, and you cringe, realizing how forceful you must have come off. Youâre about to speak up again to apologize when you hear a shudder-filled exhale from a few feet away.
âJesus H. Christ,â he groans. âYouâre so hot when you're putting people in their place.â
Your lips curl into a shaky smile, âYeah, what else do you think is hot?â
And you can practically hear the gears turning in his head from here.
âŠ
Itâs actually happening. No fucking way he didnât dream this up. But you were pretty adamant about him getting his head in the game in order for you guys to actually get down and dirty, so for you, he tries to keep his train of thought as focused as possibleâ a big ask.
âBossing anyone â everyone, especially me â around. You using your abilitiesââ you reach over and find Wadeâs hand before running your fingers up his arm. âShit, umm, using your abilities in general, but, umm, I really like when Iâm there.â
âOh?â you giggle. âWhen you get to watch, or?â
âWhen I get to feel.â
Your hand moves over to the nape of his neck, reaching under his hood and mask, to rub at his rough skin. Wadeâs nerves light on fire as he waits for you to respondâ for some reason, it never feels like your words come out fast enough.
âYou got a thing for pain, Wilson?â
He chuckles, âYouâd be surprised.â
âOkay, but are you sure? I can try, but it might not be all that good for you.â
âDonât worry,â he thinks back to all those times he had a hard on while the two of you were fighting together. âItâll be great for me.â
You hum, âAlright, then, but you tell me to stop the second you donât like something, okay?â
âAye, aye, captain,â he salutes, though you probably canât see it. âAnd, same goes for you.â
âWhat a gentleman, letting me destroy him and giving me an out.â
Heâs blushing something furious and heâs never been more grateful for the dark, âAnything for you.â
Those are the last words he whispers before he begins undressing. He knows you probably meant for him to strip with the light on, but heâs really not so sure he could stomach being looked at like a bug under a microscope. The attention, while electrifying, was already starting to get to him, so he lets himself stay in his comfort zone a little longer. As a treat.Â
Once his sweats are off, he hesitantly peels off his mask before slipping into bed, keeping most of his body under the covers. After shutting his eyes, he clicks the lamplight on.
Youâre not saying anything. Thatâsâ a sign? A good one, a bad one, Wade doesnât know. Heâs trying so hard to keep his breathing steady, but he can feel his body start shaking all on its own.
You join him on the bed, kneeling next to him, before your warm breath falls across his cheeks as you kiss his forehead. Only then does he open his eyes, and you reward him by cupping his cheek in your hand.
âThere,â you say. âWasnât so hard, was it?â
Wade gets the strong urge to snort, and so he does, but your eyes narrow. Thereâs a soft scratching at the back of his skull as you snake your hand over, and quickly you dig your nails in slightly. Wade has to bite his tongue to keep the noise in.
âIâm sorry, is that funny to you?â
âNo!â he whispers sharply as you bring your hand down to scratch along the line of his neck.
âGood, seems like youâre learning.â
You kiss him, teeth clacking together at first before Wade melts into it. Your hand is still slowly exploring his body, running along the line of his shoulder and towards his upper arm. When you reach his bicep, you very obviously squeeze the muscle there, and you let out a pleased sigh as you begin groping in earnest.
He wants to turn to hide his face in the pillow, not sure how to react to all the positive attention and appreciation, but you catch him trying to turn away, and you kiss him deeper.
While one hand begins to explore his pecs and abs, your other hand scratches down his v-line, softly caressing the skin of his inner thighs before moving around to squeeze his ass.
Wade rewards you with a small whine, and you carefully trail a finger down his dick. You move in to whisper in his ear, âYouâre so hot, Iâm not forgiving you for hiding for so long.â
Trying to stifle the embarrassing moan that he knows will come out, he bites down on his lip hard, but you take the hand not teasing his cock to gently pry his lip away.
âFrom now on, I get to hear you, okay?â you say and Wade nods rapidly.
You take the moment you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and after giving him a second to ready himself, you ask, âIâm going to use it now. Tell me if you want to stop.â
âOkayââ he responds before he feels the sweet sensation of you jerking him off coupled with your power. Itâs a humming, dull feeling of pain resting in the backgroundâ almost like the sensation of being choked except itâs affecting his entire body. Wade feels like thereâs a weight pinning down each of his limbs and itâs so freeingâ so relaxing.
He sighs and turns his head to the side, letting out a deep moan when you up the pace of your hand and bring the other to fondle his balls.
âHow is it?â you ask, sweat dripping down your brow at trying to control your ability. Sure, itâs powerful and at times pretty horrifying, but Wade always loved how he was essentially immune. At the same rate you could destroy the flesh around you, he could heal his own right back. Just knowing that made him feel good, somehow, like he was made perfectly for you.
âItâs goodâ so good, Iââ he nearly shouts, forgetting about the neighbors.
âYeah, baby? What do you need?â
At hearing the pet name, he straight up whines as he tries to bury his hands in the sheets instead of his own thighs.Â
âNot sure, umm, a little moreââ
And he doesnât know which god he has to thank for putting you on this planet, but heâs willing to pay them all a visit. You read him like heâs not some mess, some walking disaster nobody bothers paying attention to, and you give him what you know he needs.
From the base of his chin, you drag your hand in a deep scratch across his neck, chest, and stomach, your eyes watching the pink lines blend in with his scarred skin. Itâs a flashing pain, sharp like being scalded and it feels so good mixed with the blunt feel of being under your power.
âIâm gonnaââ he says, and of course, you seem to already know. He cums with a deep grunt, rutting his hips into your fist before he thrusts his head forward to kiss you again.
As soon as he comes down, he pulls away only slightly, just so he can say what heâs been wanting to say since he met you.
âThankââ
You cut him off with another kiss, because sometimes, he really does need to shut up.Â
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Birds and wings and hope Part 13
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Danny had thought hat if he finished with Frostbite early that he would spend a few days in the zone to catch up with some of the other ghosts. He hadnât wanted to with the wings. It wasnât that Danny was ashamed of the wings, not from the fact of having different features, but Frostbite had seemed certain that Danny was in a heavily mutable state right then. The more people that knew Phantom with wings, the more likely they were to stick as they cemented in consciousness and identity.
Or something like that.
Danny had a whole stack of reading tucked away in his chest to go through later.
Just wanting time alone, Danny had given himself somewhere between an hour and a day (time was hard to tell in the zone) to sulk among the sparks and dust that were long dead stars before forced himself to get a grip and go home. He was an adult for, well, him sake he guessed. He could deal with this.
The reading set on the left side of the coffee table with a fresh notebook next to it. It wouldnât do to mix up this work with his actual work, so Danny was sure to pick out one with a green cover from the stash that he kept on hand of his favorite dot patterned paper notebooks. Heâd draw a blob ghost or something on it later. A few color pens and a highlighter joined the little pile, set in a battered and chipped Amity Park tourist trap mug.
Sam had gotten it for Danny as a present due to the so hideous it was funny caricature of Phantom on it.
On the right side of the coffee table went a box of protein bars, electrolyte drinks, suckâem candies, and Dannyâs well stocked pill container. He moved the coffee table a little closer to the couch, turned the TV on to a playlist of Mythbuster episodes, and made sure he had his favorite blanket in hand before he transformed back.
And fuck that hurt. Pain shot up Dannyâs back, radiating up through his shoulders, and shooting along his Lichtenberg scars so intensely that they burned. Danny collapsed inelegantly onto the couch with a defeated whimper.
Maybe it was the wings? Did having a different set of limbs as a ghost cause transfered muscle aches to his human form? He didnât even have muscles as a ghost, not really, but the mind was a very powerful thing and not even Frostbite was entirely sure of how exactly the two parts of a halfa effected each other.
After the worst of the pain had dulled slightly, Danny managed to toss back his medication (missing doses while Phantom never did him any good) and pulled the candies close enough that he could use them as a distraction for his senses. Slowly the muscle relaxant worked its magic and Danny became a boneless lump. The episodes of Mythbusters idly distracted him as he just let his thoughts drift over what Frostbite had said.
Frostbite was sure that there had to be a reasonâ or severalâ that Dannyâs form had shifted into a bird and after retained the wings still. Frostbite felt the first step to this all, if Danny was determined to either control or to get an understanding of where this all was going, was to understand the subconscious or symbolic particulars of the change.
The why Frostbite felt was clear: Danny had been without a haunt for too long now. Yes, he accepted, the pollen may have certain accelerated matters (hence the full bird then and only the wings now), but Frostbite was admit that the change wouldnât have been occurring at this stage if Phantom had still been the protector of Amity Park.
Phantom had a purpose in Amity Park. Phantom was a protector and guardian. That guardianship extended to a very limited range. Now that Amity Park was many, many years behind him and Danny was living in a place already full of its own protectors, the Phantom part of Danny was left adrift which allowed for this new stage of ghosthood.
Why couldnât his ghost half just be happy with a nice long nap?
âFuck you, Phantom,â Danny grumbled as he watched a car be vaporized upon impact on the screen. Idly Danny wondered if he could get an object up to that speed if he flew fast enough.
Several hours and several protein bars later, Danny was managing to sit up enough to start going through some of the reading Frostbite had sent and make notes. Two more episodes and delivered Indian food later, Danny scrawled on the top of a fresh page âThe Subconscious & Symbolic Particulars of Wingsâ.
Why on earth and beyond did he have wings?
âFlyingâ, Danny wrote first and then as many reasons he could think of why he loved flying from the freedom of it to space to the way that it felt to move through a cloud. âFreedomâ branched off into movement and escape and getting to become his own person without the weight of Amity. âGravityâ and âIdentityâ sprawled into transformation and his death and the million of ways that it had changed everything about his life.
It was hard to think about.
Danny turned the page.
âWingsâ. Wings and feathers. Birds. Pigeons and crows and ducks and robins. And Robins. Biblically accurate angels who created the cosmos. Hope. And always hope.
ââHopeâ is the thing with feathers â â
Hope and Robins and Bats.
And always hope.
Was Gotham his haunt?
Was he the thing with feathers?
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AN: shhhhh I've been writing as my wind down before sleep. Also special prize for @stoiczee. I promise we'll see more batfam next part. Danny just needed some time to react!
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Love your Tom blyth fics an unhealthy amount!!! Iâm picturing reader and Tom being all lovey dovey at the premiers but playing it off as really good bestfriends UNTIL she goes to kiss him on the cheek and in instinct he turns his head to kiss her on the lips so they just say fuck it and hard launch there and then x
"An unplanned situation."
pairing: tom blyth x actress!reader
summary: a small gesture, with a sweet intention, revealed a promising secret.
word count: 1.359!
notes: i started this request in the morning and only had the opportunity to finish it a few minutes ago, forgive me for that, anon! â i hope you like it and of course, feel free to share ideas with me!
"Y/N, look here!"
Another request, among others, screams and countless flashes, was directed to you; being, theoretically, almost impossible to identify who had demanded your image. â There were so many voices mixing, not to mention the music in the background, but, you tried your best to pay attention to most of the cameras.
However, it wasn't anything you weren't used to; something that has already been normalized in your life.â And during the premiere of The ballad of songbirds and snake it was no different, and it was splendid; simply perfect. â Not to mention, the feeling of gratitude that grew in your chest.
Cameras and cell phones captured your every movement, your poses and the way your perfectly chosen dress was valued and highlighted on your body. â And how it matched the color palette of the film. â Everything was being recorded, at the exact moment, posted and commented on all social networks.
You had the opportunity to meet, talk and take photos with some of the cast. â It was so pleasant, the company and unity that everyone developed during the filming of the film was inexplicable and so adorable; you were grateful to have worked with so many talented people. â There were some people who were absent, until now, in your eyes, but you would definitely meet them again on the carpet.
And, of course, your eyes roamed the decorated room, matching the elements of the film, and crowded in search of a specific person. â It wasn't exaggerated words to say that you were starting to feel uncomfortable because he was missed; and the cameras recorded it. â Silent questions, which would be written, formed in the minds of the presenters and photographers.
Your boyfriend had yet to appear on the red carpet; perhaps he is giving a quick and curious interview or greeting someone. â That's what was going on in your head.
You and Tom had a secret relationship, ever since you met behind the scenes, in front of the world and all the cameras that may exist in it; something that was so risky and at the same time adventurous. â And that, as incredible as it might seem, you knew how to disguise it in front of your fans; even though they gradually became suspicious with comments, interactions and behind-the-scenes photos.
They were either smart or you and Tom were too far over the line. â This question was not important or essential for the moment. â And you considered each other best friends for interviews or responses to comments; you tried your best.
And so, Rachel sent countless screenshots of tweets, which talked about or mentioned the relationship between you and Tom, to you. â It's impossible to deny how funny it was.
Persisting in continuing to look for him and for a few seconds, your eyes meet his blue and so charming irises. â Its shade of blue was a magnificent and beautiful combination; something you would never get tired of admiring. âAnd there was no other thing, or anyone, that could take his eyes off you.
As if the only thing that mattered at that moment was you. â And everything around him simply disappeared.
"There you are!" â Tom walked towards you, easily as there weren't so many people on the carpet, and an enthusiastic smile forming on his lips; also accompanied by cameras and intense flashes. â "And so beautiful!"
Holding a part of your long and dazzling dress so as not to hinder your steps, you met him, and without wasting any time, hugged him. â A common gesture, and not so different or strange, for the spectators; so, you thought. â Tom's arms went around your waist, holding your protectively for a little while, while your arms positioned themselves around his neck.
Tom's fragrance, which you liked so much, filled your nose; it felt so good, and you felt your eyes weaken, contaminated by it. â And the british man was aware of that.
"You look perfect, always." â The older man distanced himself, just a little, and brought his face closer to your ear, wanting only you to hear. â "The most beautiful woman that has ever crossed my eyes." â The lenses probably captured a reddish pigmentation on your cheeks and it was not part of your makeup.
You placed one of your hands on his chest, and looking directly into his eyes; that shone at you, and it wasn't just because of the influence of the lights in your direction. â Tom's gaze was sincere, and passionate, intensely fascinating you. â He conveyed what he felt most with just his eyes.
And that was one of the facts about him that you were passionate about and recognized very well.
"Oh, shut up!" â Raising your hand and resting it a little away from your mouth, you laughed a little embarrassed and looked back at the cameras; remembering that they remained there and you knew that later you would see your interaction with Tom on some social media.
Again, a thing and situation you were used to.
"Look at that camera!" â A voice mingled among others, which requested the same request, asking you to take some photos together; something that would feed news, fans and press.
At no point, minute or second, did you and Tom remain distant or apart from each other; always a few steps close, hugging each other for photos and certain looks, completely indiscreet. â Even during brief interviews, as Blyth mentioned you or your character's work, you were silently watching. â One of the interviewers even commented on how cute she thought it was.
Tom's hand was on your waist, holding and almost covering you, making a quick caress in a few seconds and one of your hands was still resting on his chest; and you continued, of course, to be the focus of the cameras.
Quickly, with the intention of changing your pose and trying something new and also to take advantage of the fact that Blyth's face was almost close to yours, you decide to place your pigmented lips on his cheeks. â Such a cute and friendly gesture, and so common. âBut, automatically and hastily, Tom turned his face away at the same time, without having in mind what you were, in fact, planning. â God, it was a shock; an absurd and completely intense shock.
For the first time that night, in that place and on those cameras, your lips touched Tom's lips. â It was very quick, good and surprising; and that definitely left a cold, freezing air in your belly accompanied by a desperate feeling in your mind. â Rumor has it that smoke was coming out of his head. â It was a peck, a quick and simple kiss.
When you separated, hurriedly, your eyes met Tom's once again; who were a little wide-eyed, expressing surprise. â Looking for something to say or do, just like you. â And you watched his lips curve into an almost smile, as if he was trapping him.
Shouts of enthusiasm and some possible whistles echoed throughout the immense place, along with some looks and expressions of surprise at what had happened. â And some people were worried if they had recorded the exact moment, of course. â Your fans were probably commenting frantically about what happened.
You really didn't know what to do but at no point did you move away from your boyfriend â now, official to the public â and keep your hand on his chest; as if it were, in fact, planned.
"A nice way to reveal it, huh?" â Tom laughed, relaxed and without a feeling of discomfort or uneasiness, he still had his hand on your waist; and he still squeezed you, then leaving you with another caress. â "I think." â He didn't look at the cameras, his orbits focused only on you.
They have always focused on you, regardless of what is actually happening; and that will never change.
"A nice way to reveal." â You repeated your words, but, as an affirmation and certainty; maybe, seeing how relieved Tom was, and not showing some kind of distress, your chest calmed down and you felt safe.
And soon, you and Tom became one of the most talked about topics on social media.
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Asking the L&Ds boys "What are we?" Part 4: Sylus
Summary: MC and her boy have been in a sort of situation-ship but MC wants to know why they haven't officially called her their girlfriend
a/n: This ended up being much longer than I thought so I'm making it into 4 parts (one for each boy) Here's Sylus' part its the longest part, but also my favourite. hope you like it. also, I probably mixed up Luke and Kieran multiple times so just ignore it lol.
Genres/Warnings: lots of Luke and Kieran shenanigans, a bit of angst, fluff, kinda slow burn
Word count: 1936
Previous Parts 1 2 3
You were spending the day with Luke and Kieran, it was supposed to be with sylus but something came up. He didnât want you to waste your day off so he arranged for them to escort you around Linkon and basically do whatever you want for the whole day. While you were happy to have a chill day with your bodyguards/friends Luke and Keiran you were really looking forward to spending a whole day with Sylus. But recently lots of things have come up and he kept rescheduling all your dates. Was he trying to tell you something, is this his way of saying heâs not actually interested in you romantically but heâs too chicken to tell you? No, he wouldnât do that, Sylus is one of the most direct people you know, if he didnât like you, heâd just say so. So then why does it feel like heâs just stringing you along, when is he going to make you two official?
âMC?...MC?...â Lukeâs voice snapped you out of your train of thought.Â
âWhat? sorry I was a little spaced out.â you turn to the twins standing above you while you sit at one of the tables of the Linkon Mall foodcourt.
âI said where do you want to go for lunch? There's so many choicesâ Luke gestured to the row of different restaurants among the foodcourt.
âWe could always have the bossâs favourite, ever since you let him try your instant ramen that's all he asks the chefs to make for him when youâre away,â Kieran suggested as both boys took a seat next to you on the other side of the table. âThere's a ramen place right over thereâ
âUmm⊠Iâm not sure⊠Iâm not really hungry right nowâ You looked vacantly across the mall foodcourt starting to space out again
âThe boss said there's no limit to how much we can spend today so we donât have to eat here. Or if you canât decide on what to eat we can buy a bit of everything and you can taste them allâ Kieran suggests while taking out Sylusâ black credit card from his pocket.
âYou have to eat something, the boss doesnât want you to skip meals he told us to make sure you eat something or elseâ Luke warned in a fake threatening voice.
âWell, I guess if I have to in order to save you two from Sylusâ wrath, then I want something homemade, not this cheap generic stuff, so letâs go back to the base and see what we can cook up, what do you say?âÂ
âAnything for the Bossâs girlfriend,â Kieran said with a smile, he stood up and put out his arm for him to escort you to the car.
âHuh⊠what did you say?â You stopped reaching for Kieranâs arm at the word girlfriend.
âAnything for the bossâs âŠgirlfriendâŠ. Iâm confused, are you not his girlfriendâ Kieran looked embarrassed like he might have misread the situation.
âWell yeahâŠbut .. heâs never said it beforeâŠso I didnât think he thought of me as his girlfriend.â you stood awkwardly looking at the floor and playing with your hands.
âOf course he thinks of you that way he gets all smiley when he or anyone else mentions you. I donât think Iâve ever seen the boss smile so much before you came alongâ Luke grabbed your bags as you guys started to head to the car. âThe boss just has a hard time expressing his emotions. â he mentioned brightly
âYeah for the first year of us working for him he pretended not to remember our names cuz he didnât want to seem soft, even tho he could already tell us apart after the first day even with our masks on.â Kieran said as he looked up to the sky like he was reminiscing on the Good-old-daysÂ
âBut he always calls you his girlfriend around usâÂ
âRight, he even calls you his girlfriend in the task memos he sends usâ Luke shows you his phone with all the tasks set out by sylus. He clicks play and a voice recording of Sylus starts.Â
â1. As Iâll be away for the day take my girlfriend to the mall and get her anything she wants, to keep her happy
2. Make sure she eats something for lunch, she tends to skip meals and gets really tired halfway through the day because of it. If she doesnât eat anything, a punishment will be waiting for you upon your return.
3. Carry everything for her no matter how much she buys, rent a truck if you have to, I donât want her straining herself before tonightâs special eventâŠâ
âWaitâ you click pause on Lukeâs phone. âwhat event, he never told me about that.âÂ
âUhhâŠoopsâ Luke quickly puts away his phone âYou werenât supposed to hear that. Just pretend it didnât happenâ
Kieran slaps Lukeâs arm âYou idiot, that was supposed to be a surprise, the boss is gonna kill usâ
âJust what is he planning?â you interrogate the twins. Both of them looked at each other as they opened the car door and helped you in.
âour lips are sealed.â they both said in unison while placing their fingers in an X over their lips
You guys were now in the car on the way back to the base. Youâve fallen silent thinking about this special event. just what kind of event was this? It couldn't be something bad, right? Was he breaking up with you? Is that why he let you use his card with no limit, to give you one final good day then heâd cut you off??? You couldnât take the suspense anymore, you had to know. You took your phone out of your purse and called Sylus. Your phone was connected to the carâs speakers and Kieran saw that you were calling him and got a little nervous. Sylus picked up almost immediately.Â
âYes, Sweetie? What's wrong, are Luke and Kieran not treating You well, do you need me to get rid of them for you? Iâve been looking for some new Henchmen anywayâ He said with a chuckle
âHey, weâre right here you know?â Kieran said in a hurt voice
âI know, that's why I said itâ âSylus joked
âAnd you wouldnât get rid of us, right boss?â Luke asked, âWeâre your favourite henchmen, right?â
Sylus completely ignores Luke's question â...So why did you call sweetie? Remember when I said I was very busy today and that weâd see each other later tonight?â
You didnât want to beat around the bush so you got straight to the point.âYeah, thatâs what I wanted to ask about, what exactly is happening tonight? What's the Special event and why didnât you tell me earlier?âÂ
There was silence on the other end and then an annoyed groan. âDid you two tell her?â Sylus sounded like he was about to jump through the phone and punch both of them in the face.
âNo boss we promise all she knows is that thereâs an event tonight she doesnât know anything else,â Kieran said frantically âPlease donât get rid of usâ
Ignoring them again he sighed. âWhere are you right now babe?â
âWe were on our way to the base for lunch.â You informed him
âat least those two can do something rightâ he sighs. âOk then Iâll be waiting for you at the base and Iâll explain everything.â *Click* he hangs up
Now you were even more curious, what was sylus planning?
âDo you think the boss is really gonna get rid of us?â Luke asked you in a scared voice.
âI doubt it, you guys mess up all the time and he hasnât gotten rid of you yet, what's one more mess upâ you say in a joking tone âPlus if heâs as nice as you say he is, then you donât have anything to worry about.â
Later back at the base you all walk into the living room to see Sylus sitting on the couch reading a book. âOh, youâre back.â Sylus puts down his book and pats the space next to him for you to join him on the couch. âCome, sit. Letâs talk.â as you sit he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer. He then looked up to where the twins were standing. âYou two, Iâll deal with you later. Leave us be for now.â
âYes boss.â they both say and hurriedly walk out of the room.
On the way to the base after the phone call you just couldnât stop thinking about what this event could be and mixed with your thoughts from earlier you were only coming up with every bad result it could be. All those thoughts and emotions were boiling inside and before Sylus could say anything they overflowed âWhat are we?âÂ
âHuh?â Sylus looked confused âSweetie, what do you mean?â
âWhy do you keep avoiding me and why won't you call me your girlfriend? Apparently, youâll say it in front of everyone else but me.â You moved back so you were out of his gripÂ
âThose two, Iâll fire them for sure this time,â He says under his breath.
âAnd what is this event? Why didnât you tell me about it, is it about me? Did I do something wrong?â Your voice slightly cracked on the last word and your eyes started to get misty.
âWoah, slow down, if I knew it would make you feel like this I would have explained sooner.â He pulls you close again, holds your face in his palms and wipes your tears with his thumbs âFirst, We are Sylus and MC the strongest and most feared couple in the N109 Zone.â He chuckled. âSecond, Iâm sorry that I made you feel this way. I knew you were curious but I didnât know the curiosity would get to you this much. I wasnât avoiding you, Iâve been setting up the special event that Iâll tell you more about in due time. But, as for your third questionâŠâ Sylus pulls your head in closer and places a soft kiss on your lips that nearly takes your breath away. He pulls away and looks at you with a smirk âYouâve also never called me your boyfriend so I guess weâre evenâÂ
âYeah wellâŠI didnât want to assume⊠Iâ You start to stutter both from the kiss and his accusation.
He stops you and places another kiss on your lips âI guess we both felt that wayâÂ
âSo then what about the event?â youâre now sitting closer to him his hands on your waist to keep you close.
âOh yeah, the event⊠I was gonna let you watch while I fire Luke and Kieran. I set up events every time I want to fire one of my men, why do you think I had you keep them out of the house the whole day?â He joked.
You softly slapped his chest and rolled your eyes â I know youâre joking those two might be idiots but youâd never fire them. Come on seriously what is it really?â
âOk, I'll tell you, if you can tell me something first, what day is it today? He asks, hoping youâll know the answer.
âUh, Sunday?â you say confused as to why this day of the week had any significance.
âYou canât even remember yet you want me to call you my girlfriend,â Sylus said pretending to be offended âItâs the anniversary of when a little kitten first wandered into the N109 Zone andâŠâ he pulls you into a hug â into my lifeâ
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Pick-A-Card : Why will your future spouse choose you ? â§Â°âą
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Your future spouse choose you because among all you were the one who didn't pay a lot attention to his charm and ignored him ,according to them you seem to be playing to get hard. I see that you two have similar thoughts making you compatible all around with each other also I see that they already thought to choose you long before you even know them but they didn't knew how to approach you and confess their feeling . I'm getting that they are someone who are new and someone you don't know at all most probably. This is hilarious and cute at the same time because you are in their thoughts everytime , they feel that undeniable connection with you . I see some south-east or north guy/girl in this reading too and possibly that you may have short to medium hair or wear specs or they may have sharp eyes and wear specs- an extra information chanelled . Your future spouse actually feels safe with you emotionally ; respecting and understanding them like no one ever did before. They feel to immerse with you only and around you they can open up fully without any insecurity. There's this sharp clarity about you they have that they want you only in their life , no matter what happens so wow go getter energy .
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The first thing that I chanelled I was very funny like you had be someone that might be or will be the one who will be a lot pressured by your future spouse to handle their errands like this person needs you like mostly to get their work done or they will just throw some work on you and that's the first main reason why they had choose you- they want to depend on someone because they are lazy and dramatic as hell. At the same time I see that do respect you a lot and admire you for you being you and letting them grow with you this is the vision that they basically have about you. You are their litreal trophy or that jackpot . I see that they may self esteem issues but you had be helping them up to change totally. I see that this person might be an over achiever and at some not a lot recognised for their hardwork and because of this they ended up loosing a lot in life but you will or got them up. They choose you because you directed and supported them a lot in their harsh times . They believe in themselves more when you are with them , they will that they would achieve the whole world by being with you also they had be a bit rebellious and masculine person for same .
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They had literally state so many reason like they love you unconditionally for sure ! The cards just felt out like wonders everytime I was shuffling. You are blessed for sure . I feel that after you met your spouse either one of you met with some financial gains and changes as per what I can sense and say . Your future spouse choose you because you healed them emotionally basically from their experiences and the traumas they had , you showed them the light and hope altogether. They already saw the signs around again when and after they met making them sure out of no where that you had be the one who won't leave him . This pile has got some very emotional energy . I Channeled a hindi song - jeena sikha diya marna sikha diya . I'm getting that they were outcasted in their life and no one accepted them other than you because you had a pure heart and I also heard black magic for you or him . They chose you because you complete them .
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Something happened in my English class that I think perfectly sums up how so many people don't understand feminism.
At the beginning of each class, we have to talk about something in english for two minutes. This woman decided to talk about radical feminism in South Korea. She explained how feminists there decide not to date men, have sex with men, marry men and have kids with men anymore. It was very interesting and well explained, and I was happy to see another woman from my uni talking about feminism. From what I understood, she's not Korean but goes to Korea often and has a lot of radical feminists friends there.
Then another woman raises her hand and asks "don't you think these rules are a little bit tough?". I roll my eyes, but the other woman is confused. She frowns. "What rules? What are you talking about?". "I mean, the not dating men rule. Isnât it a bit too tough?". "Well of course it's tough for the men but that's the goal isnât? Feminism has to be a bit tough to men in order to work". She really didn't seem to understand what that other woman meant, and the other was apparently confused about it. "I mean for the women... for the Korean women. Aren't these rules too tough for Korean feminists? Isnât there a way to help women without giving them such hard rules to follow?".
I was very annoyed (so was the woman who talked about this movement in the first place) because how can you miss the point so badly? How does she think feminism works? Does she believe some sort of higher power gives Korean women rules to follow and that they get thrown in jail if they date a man? How can you describe this movement as "rules"? They aren't rules. They would be rules if Korean women were forced to obey them, if they were punished for dating men. That's not the case. What's happening is that some women decide of their own free will to stop dating men (among other things). They don't follow any rules, they freely chose to do what they do. It's about women's freedom, about women deciding what they do with their life and body. But I guess people nowadays use this concept only to defend prostitution and makeup, without understanding it in reality, when it comes to women doing things that go against what the patriarchy wants them to do.
Anyway, I find it interesting that this woman's first conclusion was that these were rules rather than free choices. This is why many people see radical feminism as a cult; they can't understand the idea of women making their own choices if those choices defy patriarchy. They think we must be some kind of cult that brainwashes them and forces them to obey and follow complicated rules, because how else can a woman decide to stop fucking men? A free woman would never do that.
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Tutoring 2: Hall Pass
Male Reader x Park Sooyoung (Joy)
Tags: 9k, age-gap, cheating, creampie, cuckold
The story is not ours; we simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.
âSo youâre not mad?â Sooyoung asked her husband as they sat down at the kitchen table... the same place where Iâve had my way with her so many times.
âI donât think I am,â Hyoseob answered, truthfully.
He tried to imagine what it would have been like for me and Sooyoung in the school shower, and then in the car. He tried to picture her glistening pussy lips around my throbbing dick, and how I licked and caressed her dear wife. How much better was it that his dutiful wife chose infidelity not once, but twice. She cheated, willingly, despites of the rules, and this thought made his loins burn. Sooyoung was behaving like a wanton slut, which was in stark contrast to her prideful personality.
Among all the rules broken, the rule about it being recorded was the only one he truly hoped she would follow. But deep down, he wanted her to break the rules over and over again, and he only wanted to watch. He had that burning desire, but he couldnât admit it, especially to Sooyoung.
âI donât like admitting it, but he makes it kinda hard to resist,â Sooyoung stated, averting her gaze. âHeâs so much different from what you think heâd be. His thrusts are so deliberate and so skillfully measured and confident. It makes me so-â she said, unable to finish her sentence.
âLike just that one shower,â she rambled on, âI have no idea why I was so... receptive of his touch! I didnât have it in mind to cheat at all and... suddenly it was already happening. Iâm sorry, but his lips and his hands were so-â
Sooyoung stopped again. Her hands started fidgeting. The guilt was palpable, dripping from her words. Hyoseob had to make sure she was okay. He knew it was selfish, but he wanted to witness it himself, to see his wife being plowed like a wanton slut.
âMinho kissed you?â He probed. âTell me.â
âYes, well,â Sooyoung blushed and shrugged, âit was more intense and... amazing.â
âYou kiss him back?â He asked again.
âA lot, actually. And... our tongues too,â she whispered in reply.
She was telling him everything, how it was just intense, amazing sex, that my abilities and stamina far outweighed his, but it was also just physical pleasure with no emotional attachment or love. Sooyoung swore to her husband that I meant nothing to her. He had to talk her into another meeting with me, this time with the recorder.
âSounds like Minho has a fan,â He teased Sooyoung, but his tone gave him away. His heart pounded with both anxiety and excitement. Sooyoung cherished sex, and now she had shared it with someone other than him.
âOh shut up,â Sooyoung said, but with a smile just lingering under the surface.
âSo, what was the thing he said again?â Hyoseob asked.
âYeah,â Sooyoung admitted as Hyoseob laid on top of her, âhe said something like... âIâll fuck you whenever I want.ââ Her imitation of it was less than flattering.
âYou want that?â Hyoseob dared to ask, excited at the idea of his lovely wife being taken against her will, during dubious consent, thrust into a willing participant by the magnificent skill of someone else.
âMaybe...â she purred, urging him to move his hips. Her admission sent shockwaves through him, as guilt and jealousy drove him deeper into his wife.
âAnd, ah, you wanted him to knock you up?â He asked, going a bit faster.
âHyoseob, it was j-just talk,â Sooyoung purred. âI was just stroking his ego. But it worked. He cum so much inside me.â
âYeah?â He panted.
âYeah, babe.â she breathed. âSo much. So thick, it clung to me.â
His breathing quickened as his mind conjured the image of Sooyoung sprawled beneath someone else in her car, in a damn near public parking lot. It didnât take him long to cum deep inside her, unable to resist her words and description. She was more turned on by her cheating than he could have ever hoped for, so he told her that they needed it again and more. With the promise of more, they both fell into a deep slumber.
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âI think we should stick with handjobs... reinforce the rules.,â Sooyoung suggested to her husband as she had scheduled another âTutoringâ with me after school on Tuesday, but she was having second thoughts, wanting to reestablish the control they had lost. âI donât think I want to have sex... with Minho again.â
âWhat?â Hyoseob asked, not believing his wife. âYouâre joking,â He added. âIf I sent you over there right now, you really think youâd only jerk him off?â
âYeah?â Sooyoung answered unconvincingly.
He gave her a wry smile. âThen do it,â he said. âIâm giving you a hall pass to prove me wrong.â You havenât done any âtutoringâ this week anyway.â
âBabe!â Sooyoung exclaimed, taken aback. âI canât do that. Itâs against the rules. And we were having this week off, remember?â
âThatâs the point of a hall pass,â He chuckled, excited to see his wife relent. âBesides, youâd only be jerking him off, right? Thatâs well within the rules, even if itâs a hall pass.â
Sooyoung didnât respond right away. She closed her eyes, trying not to be tempted by the challenge. It was as though she was afraid, afraid that she would succumb and more, prove him right in doing so.
âDonât... donât tempt me,â she said, finally. âMinho knows how to bend a girl to his will, honey.â She then cringed at her choice of words.
âWhich is?â Hyoseob asked with a wide, hopeful smile.
She looked at him and then out into space. A smile spread across her lips, and her hand moved to his thigh.
âJust remember to record,â he said.
âHey, I didnât say Iâm going over,â Sooyoung shot back, gently punching him with her other hand. âRemember, he got inside me last week, despite the rules. Twice, even. Itâs... hard to resist him.â
âYou said as much earlier,â He reminded.
âYeah, he just feels amazing and does things that-â Sooyoung began before correcting herself. ââŠnever mind.â
âThat I canât do?â Hyoseob said, finishing her sentence. Sooyoungâs silence spoke volumes, she took a breath, steadying her nerves. Then her eyes flashed in his direction, a devious expression growing.
âOkay,â Sooyoung said, âIâll go, to prove you wrong.â
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âIm coming over,â Sooyoung wrote, and soon after I met her once again at this house, and let her in through the back door. As it wasnât conspicuous enough that Hyoseobâs wife snuck hurriedly across the street, looking up and down the street to make sure no one noticed.
âWhat about your parents?â Sooyoung whispered.
âAway, they usually are during the weekends,â I reassured, ushering her to their bedroom.
When we got through the door, I began feeling her up, eagerly ravaging her curvaceous yet trim body. Sooyoung initially did not react because she was unsure what to do. As my hands found their way to her soft, round ass, she began responding by kissing back with even more hunger. My fingers dug hungrily into the flesh hidden by her tight spandex pants. The ass she kept in shape for her husband. She hadnât worn underwear, but she sure could feel my fingers running up and down her cheeks and inner thighs. Sooyoung spread them out, inviting me to go deeper.
Instead of shoving my fingers into her clothed fabric, I pushed her down onto the bed. My hands slid into the waistband and rolled her pants up her long legs. She lifted her hips as I tugged, letting the spandex to roll along with her panties.
âI canât believe itâs been a week already,â I said, quickly removing her pink, silky, patterned top, revealing her round, fat tits, and tossing it over her other clothes.
âDamn, your tits look fucking nice,â
Sooyoung smiled as I stared at her body, groping and rubbing her left breast. My thick, erect member was tenting in my sweats. I pressed her tits together, climbed on top of her, and began licking all over them.
âThis is getting out of control,â she thought. âCâmon, Minho,â Sooyoung whispered, pushing me to get my attention. Instead of slowing down, I licked and sucked her soft, creamy neck. âMinho⊠oh shit,â she whimpered, goosebumps rushing through her.
At some point, I must have angled my sweats down, because Sooyoung felt my swollen cock press against her opening, threatening entry. Her slit, wet with arousal, opened for me as I began sliding into this lovely wife.
âUnnnng,â Sooyoung groaned, helplessly succumbing to my touch, her pussy aching with anticipation.
It forces Sooyoung to admit her pleasure. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Sooyoung moaned in satisfaction, wrapping her arms tightly around my shoulders and neck. She knew her husband couldnât compete in length, width, or technique, but feeling my size stretch and touch places that were severely under-stimulated brought her to new heights.
âI thought we were waiting till Tuesday,â I hummed as I lowered myself and dove into her neck once more. My cock slid almost completely into her tight warm hole, and my movements became quick, fluid motions that allowed me to pull almost completely out before driving deep inside.
âWe were... ohhh,â Sooyoung groaned.
I was prepared to stretch, ruin, and ravish her, and all she planned was a handjob? The absurdity made her smile as she ran her fingernails up and down my back, enjoying the sensation of her tight pussy being stretched wide by someone thatâs not her husband.
âCouldnât wait, huh?â I teased.
âHyoseob dared me to come over here and just jerk you off,â Sooyoung admitted, smiling up at me with a light sheen of sweat.
âHow did that go?â I asked cheekily.
âShut up,â Sooyoung smiled, squeezing me between her walls.
âFuu-uck,â I groaned, shuffling my hips between her legs. âNngg, youâre really gonna let me knock you up someday, arenât you?â
âHnnng, you keep that up and, oh god, maybe I will,â she gasped.
âReally? You like this cock knocking up your womb?â I pressed.
âOh fuck,â Sooyoung hissed.
Sooyoung was getting increasingly vocal, moans of delight sounding out throughout the empty house as I kept slamming into her. My eyes were fixed on the beautiful teacherâs exposed breasts, rolling and flopping back and forth every time my body touched hers. Her nails clawed my back, and I grunted, feeling her walls tighten with each thrust. Her slickened insides massaging my dick, preparing for the next load...
I felt the cum start to boil over and surge to the end of my shaft. My cock was throbbing madly within her until it began releasing its hot fluids. I kept pumping, squirting over and over as I closed my eyes in satisfaction. Sooyoung felt her cunt ripple and pulse with each eruption. Her own juices flowed around the spewing shaft, coating my cock and dripping in a pool on the sheets under her.
I looked down at her. Her beautiful cheeks were flushed red and glistened with sweat. I pulled her head closer, pressing my forehead against hers, hanging low and grazing her face as I buried my softening dick in her womb, hoping to delay leaving her silky depths. She still moaned, feeling a gentle pumping within her. Sooyoung sighed, and we kissed.
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Hyoseob smirked knowingly when his disheveled wife finally came through the door later that evening. Sooyoung didnât even try to hide the slight waddle sheâd acquired from the fucking, which made him snort a little laugh. She responded with a defiant glare, challenging him.
âWe shouldnât fool around with hall passes,â Sooyoung muttered, chuckling lightly.
âDid you record?â
âNot the first time...â Sooyoung said, a crooked smile creasing her face as she looked at him.
âHow many times...â Hyoseob asked, trailing off. Sooyoung had been over there for two hours.
âHow many...â she stalled. âErm, three. Plus some foreplay here and there...â
âYou slut!â He chided with a big grin.
âItâs your fault!â Sooyoung shot back. âBesides, how could you dare send him over there in the first place?!â
Hyoseob was as hard as a stone when he heard the news. Sooyoung pretended to be mad, but it was clear she enjoyed the whole experience.
âSo⊠can we watch together?â He asked, hoping to experience some of his wifeâs deviousness together.
âOh yes, just make sure to hit âfast forwardâ to skip all the dumb and unnecessary things. Minho was trying so hard to get me to clean his cock or whatever, but hell if Iâm ever taking his dirty thing into my mouth... especially after sex... It smelled of us for godsâ sake.â
Hyoseob patted the seat beside him on the couch, inviting her to join him, but Sooyoung hesitated.
âHere?â she asked, rendering him a bit confused.
âYeah? Youâve done stuff with Minho here, so whatâs the big deal?â
âNothing. Youâre right,â Sooyoung decided and plopped down beside him.
She took the phone from her bag, a seductive smile on her face. It was clear the experience had opened a door Sooyoung hadnât really anticipated. Now his wife seemed to be warming up to the idea of being intimate with another person, even if it was pure sex.
âSo, before we watch this, we need to talk about the rules,â Sooyoung declared.
âOh, come on!â He pouted.
âNo, listen. I want the rules. The rules were: you need to be able to watch, you need to be able to say no, no intercourse, and once a week. Weâve broken all of them more or less. I told Minho before He left that we needed to abide by the rules from now on, that this evening was an exception. He canât just fuck me whenever he wants... and vice versa I guess,â Sooyoung said.
âAbide by the rules from now on? Including âno intercourseâ?â He asked. Sooyoung blushed at that.
âWell... I kinda thought you didnât mind if we left that rule out from now on,â she said, somewhat shyly.
Sooyoung made a very strong point. Not one he had expected from her, either. Not just the sex rule, but generally. It was necessary to have some control over these things. Minhoâs effect on her had become quite apparent. It was sex without consequences, and great sex at that. As a guy, he could relate. But her suggesting to snip that rule seemed so... it was just much more impactful.
âI think you have a point,â He agreed. âIt was something that was out of our control, but now that the heat of the moment is over, it makes sense.â
Sooyoung smiled her response, but Hyoseob had a question.
âJust now, you didnât want to watch the video on the couch. And before, you let Minho do you from behind, something you never let me. Is this a theme Iâm sensing? Does Minho get to do stuff that I donât? Like...â He trailed off, and his eyes shifted, staring intensely into hers.
âWell, yeah...â Sooyoung replied. âIsnât that what you wanted though?â
Hyoseob gulped, realizing she was right. It was part of it, for him to give her experiences, he never could. He hadnât thought that would mean âexperiences he never wouldâ, though perhaps not with such emphasis on âneverâ.
Sooyoung having experiences with others that should have been reserved for her husband, and then denying him the same liberties, was the ultimate tease. Sooyoungâs exploration of her sexuality with men other than him was an incredible thrill.
âI mean, yeah.â He relented and admitted.
âGood,â she purred. âWanna watch me get fucked from behind?â
Sooyoung wasnât shy of cursing, but hearing her put it so bluntly, combined with his knowledge that she was going to willingly cheat and break their wedding vows for some kid, sent a sharp heat straight to his balls. Heâd never seen his wife like this, and she was irresistible.
âI want everything.â Hyoseob declared.
She giggled at that. She looked amazing. She was absolutely radiant; sexy, confident, and free. Sooyoung looked at him tenderly and lovingly, a sweet, promising look that only served to stir the building excitement and burning arousal.
There were three videos in total. One shorter, and two longer.
âWeâll probably have to save the last one for a rainy day,â she teased sensually in his ear, her hand trailing down onto his slack-covered bulge.
The first one showed Minhoâs point of view of Sooyoung on her back, topless and with his massive cock between her breasts. She rubbed them up and down, looking up with desire and lust as his veiny appendage emerged and disappeared between her magnificent bosom. Hyoseob loins flared up as He was able to appreciate the sexual play at such close range and with Sooyoungâs large, firm orbs being groped and abused so well. Minho really knew how to push a womanâs buttons, he thought. It didnât take long before his semen erupted from its tip, splattering over his wifeâs chin, cheeks, and nose...
âHeâs so virile... he gets hard again so fast... perks of being a young stud, I guess,â Sooyoung muttered. Hyoseob quickly shoved his pants down so she could get better access to his raging erection.
She was right when she said theyâd probably save the last one, because He doubted heâd last all the way through the second video. The one Sooyoung hinted that she got fucked from behind. A view he never had.
Sooyoung clicked the video and resumed stroking him.
The angle on the video showed Sooyoung naked silhouette cascaded by the dimly lit room. Sooyoung, hands against the wall, presenting her fat ass.
âOhh that looks like an ass thatâs had some workouts,â Minho said from behind the phoneâs lens.
âLess chatting and more pounding,â Sooyoungâs voice called from the dark.
Minho placed the phone on what Hyoseob guess was a dresser, facing the camera towards the back of his bent-over wife, her perfect figure illuminated perfectly by the nearby light, a tantalizing silhouette that invited and begged to be pounded. Minhoâs hulking frame stepped close and shoved himself roughly into her waiting slit.
âOh... oh-oh!â Sooyoung moaned, her hands suddenly clenching and gripping tighter against the wall, her hips twitching. âHarder. Fuck!â she begged.
Hyoseob turned his eyes from the video screen towards the same body parts, seeing the same hips on the couch next to him that Minho was grasping on the video as he fucked his lovely wife. Sooyoung noticed, her smile deepening. The sound of bodies slapping echoed from the device. Minho growled, grasping her tighter and pulling her to him as his hips rocked and pummeled his wifeâs magnificent ass. Sooyoungâs large ass was quivering with the impacts and bounced, the flesh wobbling back and forth hypnotically. Minho fucked her mercilessly, relentlessly, hammering her from behind, but with deliberate purpose. Sooyoung started making a high-pitched sound. He had never seen her so receptive.
âJesus, you really like that, huh?â Hyoseob breathed. Minho was fucking his wife so roughly.
Sooyoung merely nodded, as if embarrassed, turning her face to hide in the seat cushions. Minho grabbed and pulled her arms, pushing her back against him with a forceful thrust, burying his entire length deep inside her. Sooyoungâs walls trembled around him, squeezing his giant girth, wanting more. Minho eased most of his shaft out before plowing slowly, churning her insides with his cock, giving her a moment of relief. But it was temporary and she shuddered once again, clamping down and throbbing around the huge length.
âUnnnggh- Unnnng- Unnng,â she let out with each long, hard thrust.
Hyoseobâs eyes bulged as he watched his wife cum on another manâs cock, knowing she was experiencing something He could never give her to that extent.
âGod! Harder! HARDER!â Sooyoung cried, and just like that Hyoseob came to the sounds of Minho fucking his wife better than He ever could.
âChrist!â the present Sooyoung said, sounding somewhat disgusted as his cum trickled over her hand. âYou couldâve said something! Iâd gotten a towel!â
Sooyoung rose up and headed off to the nearest bedroom to clean her hand.
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Sooyoung couldnât really concentrate the following day. A few times, she caught herself staring off into space, thinking of how nice Minhoâs long, thick cock felt when he was on top of her, pummeling her body. But she had to go the entire weekend, and then some, before she could have it again. In her mind, that was simply too long a time to wait to get off like she did last night.
But it wasnât just sex that had her brain distracted. The conversation with Hyoseob had gotten Sooyoung thinking of all sorts of dirty, taboo ideas. Hyoseob had admitted he liked it when she did things with Minho, such as exploring new things. Giving up some of her firsts for Minho, even. Like doggy, or a fucking her tits. She wasnât sure what that entailed, or what she could do with that information, but she stored it away in her mind.
Sooyoung spent the rest of the weekend running track, lifting weights, and other physical activities to force her life back into normalcy, in addition to her school work. She decided she didnât want sex to dictate her life, so while she looked forward to tutoring Minho on Tuesday, she dedicated her time to her lifeâs chores and commitments.
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âWhat are we doing for the tutoring?â I texted her when she arrived at school on Monday. âCan we meet between classes? I need some help to get my balls drained before class so I can focus ;)â
âStop it, Minho,â was all she replied, feeling a tingle of warmth and arousal ran down her spine nonetheless.
âI was just kiddingâ I replied.
I had responded with some teasing âAre you going to be wet on Tuesdayâ and âCanât stop thinking about itâ but eventually didnât push it any further. She would assume I was probably too afraid to scare her off for the upcoming sessions, regardless of how horny I was. But throughout the day, Sooyoung felt increasingly needy herself, unable to resist fantasizing about our upcoming session.
It was hard for her to understand how her student having such a big dick had her so riled up... though some of my otherworldly skill probably had something to do with it. In addition to my prowess, I had been respectful. She supposed not every boy would have behaved so well and been so understanding, even if I relentlessly teased her for doing far more than the rules allowed.
Though my skill in the bedroom, the only reason Sooyoung would ever return to me was the thrill and pleasure it gave her husband. Hyoseob loved the humiliation of someone like me enjoying his wife, and her doing things with me that she would rarely, if ever, do with her husband.
Like allowing my cock between her tits. Or how I made her orgasm like a slutty nympho just by fucking her in a position she wouldnât normally allow. All of this, combined with the non-committal, almost primal pleasure, made the whole experience tantalizing. It certainly was a lifestyle Sooyoung could learn to enjoy, if she didnât already.
âWait up, Maâam,â I called to her after school as she was heading to her car. She crossed her arms, unintentionally revealing her generous cleavage.
âWhat is it?â Sooyoung asked, ignoring her sudden nervous excitement. She hoped I wouldnât put her in such an awkward position out in the open.
I went to the same school where she worked, so we were bound to run into each other. However, it did not make it any less awkward. Even though no one was particularly close, there were still a lot of people around. I leaned against her car, and she leaned back against the same vehicle to play it casual. Just some teacher talking to some pupil. Nothing suspicious about two young adults standing next to her vehicle talking to one another, right?
âWhat did you want to talk about, Minho?â she repeated.
âSo about tomorrow... just what should I expect? You know, for the tutoring,â I said, attempting to stall the conversation. I looked over her with a mischievous glint. Sooyoungâs heart raced, unsure whether she should regret this situation or revel in it.
âIf youâre here early, maybe we can just fu-â
âNot today,â Sooyoung said with an all too friendly smirk as she casually pushed herself off the car, trying to end the conversation. âAnd no more about doing stuff between classes.â
I scoffed and began rubbing my bulge. She frowned, and as my smirk lingered, her gaze was drawn downward.
âH-hey!â she stammered, taking a step away. âThatâs hardly appropriate. Especially with students walking by,â she hissed. Sooyoung wanted nothing more than to reach over and grab my cock, squeeze that long, veiny piece of flesh she loved so much.
âWell, when else should I talk to you about it?â I chuckled, taking the same step she had, closing the gap between us.
âYou couldâve just texted like you usually do... but fine, hop in and Iâll drive you home. We can talk about it on the way,â She relented, trying to shut me up before anyone noticed and hoping to keep the conversation focused on the actual tutoring. âNow knock it off,â she finished.
I smiled proudly as I entered the passenger side. Sooyoung rolled her eyes and suppressed a groan before getting into the car with me, pushing thoughts away and putting the vehicle in gear.
We talked about the tutoring and homework and stayed relatively cordial the rest of the ride, with only a few irrelevant comments from my part because I couldnât help but admire her tits and ass.
âSo, do you ever teach in class? Like theory or whatever?â I asked.
âPff, just how much do you skip, Minho?â Sooyoung laughed. âYeah, sometimes. Usually, around football season so any day now. I even have my own classroom.â
âYou gonna tutor me on that stuff eventually?â I asked.
âIf you think you have use for it,â She replied. âI have booked the classroom a few times this semester for your actual tutorage, in fact.â
âOh Iâd love to have you in a classroom,â I teased. She looked over, amused, and wondered what I would do with such an opportunity.
âWould you want a private lesson, Mister? Detention maybe?â Sooyoung teased back.
âOh please, Mrs. Sooyoung, I didnât mean to pass my paper, could you give me an oral exam? To see if I deserve extra credit?â I grinned.
Sooyoung laughed pulling up at her house. âThen I think youâre in luck,â she said, turning the car into her driveway and switching the engine off. âJokes aside, we canât fool around at the school... not more than we already did anyway,â she said, not able to conceal a smirk at the memory.
âYou mean to tell me you and Hyoseob never done anything naughty at school?â I replied.
âNone of your business, and donât you try any funny ideas there either.â Sooyoung glared at me. I raised my hands defensively, âAlright, alright.â
As I walked her to her door, my eyes lingered down to her breasts and ass. Sooyoung opened the door and turned to me. âSee you tomorrow, then?â she asked.
I smirked as my gaze traced her body. From her big cleavage strutting out in front of her, to her waist and down to her wide childbearing hips, my eyes feasted on her, while she tried her best to ignore the reaction her body had.
âDamn, Sooyoung,â I sighed. She blushed and smiled up at me. âYour ass was so hot, stretching and jiggling as you got out of the car. Wish I had recorded that instead.â
âGlad you were entertained,â Sooyoung retorted.
We stood there in the doorway for a few moments, staring at one another. Sooyoung was waiting for me to leave, and I was ogling her body and thinking God knows what. Sooyoung looked stunning, especially given that her work attire frequently consisted of tight-fitting workout clothes. Tight shirts, shorts, or yoga pants, with a sweater tied around her waist. A bit lewd, maybe, but she wore it flawlessly. Sporty and sexy all in one package.
âYou leaving?â Sooyoung inquired, ignoring my leering.
âWhen is Hyoseob coming home?â I asked.
âIn about two hours, why? Weâre not-â Sooyoung tried to say something, but I interrupted her by pushing her inside and closing the door behind her. Sooyoung stumbled backward, her mind reeling from the forwardness.
âWe are not doing this,â Sooyoung said, though with much less vigour as my hands gripped her fat ass, making her gulp hard. My tongue trailed from her earlobe up to her ear. âMinho, please,â Sooyoung pleaded.
My hands ran down from her wide hips, fingers pressing against the hem of her tights. Sooyoung shuddered in an oh-so-delicious anticipation as she realized how badly sheâd longed for my touch these past days. Sooyoung realized she had subconsciously chosen to wear an outfit just for me. To tempt and agitate me. She wanted my warm embrace and confident assertiveness. She wanted my greedy lust to break her body and willpower, only to be soothed by my caring patience, stamina, and thickness.
âBedroom?â I asked, eager to sink my cock in this lovely, formerly faithful wife.
âYeah...â Sooyoung answered breathlessly, her pussy wet and her cheeks flushed red as she was powerless to resist me, so powerfully she wished Iâd bend her over, rip off her tight-fitting garments and-
âSooyoung? Are you back?â Hyoseobâs voice cut in through the silence, right at that moment.
âHyoseob! Whyâre you home so early? I thought you were staying at the office all day for your important deadline!â Sooyoung answered nervously, fidgeting with the front door for me to get out, looking as Hyoseob came out from the kitchen.
âEh, they cancelled the deadline; was a miscommunication with the client, and a chance for me to⊠Sooyoung, what is going on?â He didnât sound angry, but he had every right to be. Sooyoung was in the process of breaking the rules again, and probably several of them. She had no mind to record it, as it was full steam ahead.
âWell, what do we have here,â Hyoseob scolded playfully. He approached, inspecting her up-and-down as he circled Sooyoung and I, now somewhat frozen from the sudden shock.
âYouâre a sight to see, baby,â he murmured and stood before us. âBut not what I expected to come crashing through the door,â Hyoseob continued, âbut I understand the appeal.â
He smiled as his wifeâs mouth bobbed up and down with no words emerging. Her words were caught in her throat before she eventually found her voice.
âDonât be upset babe, we were talking... then... I mean,â Sooyoung stuttered.
âRelax, Iâm not angry,â Hyoseob assured. âWhy should I be? Look, it is pretty hot to see you almost fall over, all stunned and panting at Minho.â
A nervous, giddy chuckle erupted from Sooyoung. She licked her lips and blinked slowly.
âSorry to barge in like this,â I stated, my grip on Sooyoungâs waist still. âJust thought...â
âYouâd fuck my wife?â Hyoseob replied.
âListen, Iâll just leave,â I said.
âLeave?â Hyoseob asked in mock surprise, smiling coyly. âAre you fucking kidding me? Youâve started it. You canât stop now.â
âOkay?â I breathed.
âHey, this is my chance to watch it live. Consider it another hall pass,â Hyoseob said.
Sooyoung didnât think theyâd do any more hall passes, especially so soon after her last one, but she wasnât going to argue, instead turning around and pressing her round butt against my bulge. I smirked, pressing back, reaching up to the rim of her short shirt, tracing the fabric, and skimming my fingers against the hem of her spandex tights, which I began rolling down her hips.
âWait,â Sooyoung said. âDidnât you say something about a bedroom?â she added, meeting Hyoseobâs stare. His eyes widened. âThatâs right, Iâm taking him to our marital bed,â Sooyoung thought as she looked at her husband. If he was so accepting, letâs see how far heâd let her take it.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs. She was powerless to stop herself now that she had free reign and was absolutely in heat; she needed to be fuck senseless like the horny slut sheâd become, right in her and her husbandâs marital bed, with her husband watching no less. Sooyoung entered the bedroom and stood by the footboard, pulling me in behind.
âLay on your back,â I told her. âI wanna see those huge tits jiggle as I stretch out your pussy,â I added.
Sooyoung didnât respond, but obeyed nonetheless, feeling even hotter from hearing the lewd order. She laid down, ready and wanting. She heard the sound of their breathing, mixed with Hyoseobâs, who silently sat watching on a chair off to the side.
I began stripping off, her gaze fixed on my body. It seemed like an eternity since weâd had each other. She had to admit her disappointment at having her fun cut short. But hopefully, weâd have a lot more time and wouldnât have to rush or wait for Hyoseobâs arrival.
I moved closer to her, climbing onto the bed until my cock was above her face. A shiver went through her. Sooyoung laid down, extending a hand to wrap around my hovering girth. I chuckled as her soft grip met mine, her fingertips barely touching on both sides. My foreskin was tight and firm over the bulging cockhead, with a wispy cum beading on the slit. She raised her head, extending her neck, and touched my tip with her tongue, her eyes closed and breathing heavily. The wet tongue licked the bead, and she salivated at the unpleasant taste. She was in disbelief about her own actions, doing something so dirty with someone other than her husband. The shame fueled her even more, but she couldnât push herself any further than this. She lowered her head back on the pillow, allowing the thick piece to hang in front of her, dragging along her chin and grazing over her tits, drooling even more heavily as it made its way, coating the firm boobs and pebbled nipples.
Sooyoung looked up to see me looking down at her, a smirk flashing across my coarse features. Sooyoung understood what I was looking for, what I desired. Despite her embarrassment, Sooyoung was hungry for my dick after tasting the copious amounts of delicious delight I could provide her with. However, as I climbed down her body, I did not align my cock with her. No, I wanted to show Hyoseob how much better I was without even using my cock, so I sunk down the married coupleâs marital bed and buried my head between her flawless thighs.
âOh god,â Sooyoung mumbled in pent-up anticipation for the oncoming onslaught.
*
Hyoseob sat in a chair in the corner of his own bedroom, watching me sink my head between his wifeâs spread legs, obscuring his view of her dripping entrance. It was a hard feat to understand how well Sooyoung responded to my touches. It wrecked him as much as it aroused him, and witnessing the events before him was the worst kind of train carnage he couldnât pull his eyes from.
âOh- Ohhh,â Hyoseob heard his wife moan, a deep, almost painful groan escaping from her chest. His dick stirred when he saw her lost in pleasure. Her knees were drawn in the air, and her heels were sliding down my wide back, pushing her pelvis forward and mashing her opening against my tongue. His sexy prideful wife was being ravaged by one of her students. Right in front of him.
Sooyoung began panting as her hands took hold of my head, entangling her fingers in my hair and ensuring my face remained rooted in place as I tongue fucked her sopping, hungry pussy. my hands gripped this wifeâs athletic thighs as she ground against mine, the bed creaking and rocking in the process. Sooyoung reached back with one arm, holding onto the headboard, while her other kept my head pressed in tightly, her jaw jutted out and her eyes focused.
I worked her like a pro. With each twitch and whimper, labored groan, and gasping squeak, I reacted accordingly, guiding her into a boiling heat that was gradually building in her core, until my skilled tongue finally broke her open, sending her shuddering into an explosive orgasm that drenched my tongue in her juices.
I knew right away that Sooyoung and her husband had never done or come close to accomplishing anything like this before. Nothing in our long sexual history compared.
âFuck! How...â Sooyoung groaned as her convulsions subsided. She drew her arm back and lay there exhausted, my lips smirking against her sticky thighs.
My cock hadnât gotten the pleasure it craved, and the impatience was evident in the rigid shaft. I was tall and proud on my knees above her. Sooyoung turned her head, realizing that my cock had not only missed her, but also been neglected. My thick piece had bobbed and bounced, waving and whipping in the air, and landing all over their sheets. I chuckled as the disheveled teacher regained her composure.
âFuck, Minho, howâd you get so good at that?â She sighed as her fingers and gaze moved down my body. âItâs crazy how fast you can get me off, itâs unfair.â
âHad plenty of practice,â I told her.
âYeah? With who?â
âMinju, Hana, Sujin, Eunha, so on,â Minho bragged.
âEunha? Our neighbor?â Sooyoung asked.
It wasnât typical of her to be so nosy, but Hyoseob could tell, my already extensive experience interested her. Meanwhile, He sat, enraged and jealous. Not only did I get to fuck his wife, but I also had free access to every teen girl in the neighborhood.
âThis dirty cock has been in a lot of dirty places, then,â Sooyoung purred while stroking my cock between her legs, enticed by my obscenities. Hyoseob was taken aback by how hot she was, not just because I was in front of her, but also because she was so responsive to it. This was a very different Sooyoung, one who clearly enjoyed the experience and knowledge one had to offer, he thought.
âTurn over,â I instructed, âGet on your hands and knees for me.â
âGod, yes,â Sooyoung hissed.
And just like that she was on all fours, knees far apart, her tight entrance exposed, wet, and more than ready. That big sexy ass I could fondle and worship for hours strutted out for mine to feast. I noticed her shaking from anticipation, the pleasurable experience in her pussy still burning and spreading like wildfire, warming her entire body from the inside out.
âYesss...â she groaned as my cock head settled down against her outer lips, coating the bottom in her leaking juices. It was a hell of a tease.
âUnnh! Minho, come on. Just... FUCK ME!â Sooyoung begged.
âWhatâs that? What is it that you want?â I teased.
âPlease.â Sooyoung inhaled sharply. âI want you!â
âIf I fuck you, and Iâm not your husband, what does that make him?â I teased, nodding in Hyoseobâs direction.
âA cuck-UGH!â Sooyoung groaned out as I started to push my cock inside her unfaithful hole, taking control.
I fully leaned over her and crawled my hands around and under her, getting ahold of her full tits, cock lodged deep within her as I mounted her. âThatâs what I thought,â I muttered, before starting my slow pace.
Hyoseobâs dick throbbed wildly. What could He say about such a display? It was unlike anything he could have imagined or experienced. His own wife was having the time of her life right in front of him, and with someone else, not to mention, her student. Heâd never seen her so hot.
âMinho! Youâre so BIG. Fuck me!â she moaned, in complete surrender and acceptance of a situation.
âDamn, you are tight... i canât believe how fucking tight you are!â I pounded her harder. The bed creaked rhythmically in tune with my hips snapping against her big ass.
The bedroom echoed with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and the wifeâs moan rang in his ears. Hyoseob could hear our breathing become heavier as I brought her to climax again. Sooyoungâs breath caught in her throat for a moment before she cried out in delight as I fucked her straight through her orgasm without mercy.
âLike that, Hyoseob?â I taunted him over the moans and whimpers that his lovely wife couldnât restrain. âLike watching me make your wife cum?!â I asked.
It wasnât the first time Hyoseob saw Sooyoung do sex acts heâd always fantasized about, but seeing live in front of him was both magnificent and terrifying, given that he couldnât ever be the one to do those things with her. Or perhaps the only difference between my cock and him was that I knew how to please her far better than her husband could.
âLike to see me breaking your wife? Defiling your wife in your-fucking-bed?â I groaned, thrusting firm and hard. âIâll never grow tired of a pussy like this! Never! What a fucking MILF!â
Sooyoung was so into it, fully submerging in the wild ride I was giving her. I wasnât holding back, giving her the kind of rough treatment that no one else could give. That only I could. That her husband certainly couldnât. Her insides wrapped around mine like a fist as I pummeled her from behind.
I gave Sooyoung long, deliberate, penetrating, slow, torturous thrusts before pounding her hard and deep, letting my cock bury its enormous mass inside. Her huge breasts, undulating back and forth on the surface, would slide a little, causing her hard nipples to briefly rub the fabric.
âHeâs fucking me so hard, Hyoseob,â Sooyoung whimpered. âThis is all your fault!â
âHoly shit,â He muttered.
âIâd never fuck this shithead if you hadnât pushed for this!â Sooyoung cried.
âOh god,â Hyoseob groaned, feeling his impending orgasm rise and then subside as he forced himself to stop jerking.
âUnnh-NNH! MINHO!â
âTell him how deep my cock is going inside this sweet married pussy. How it stretches you,â I teased.
âMinho, uggh- your cuh-cuh-cocks SO DEEP! Fuck me harder... faster. My pussy is a-and, I need you t-to fuuuck-AAAA.â Sooyoung was incoherent as she exploded. Her body collapsed underneath me as her arms and elbows gave out from my force.
Iâm panting profusely and abruptly pulling out of Sooyoung. âGet in there,â I instructed, getting out of bed.
Sooyoung rolled onto her back, allowing Hyoseob to climb between her thighs and eagerly plunge himself between us. The contrast was noticeable. He struggled to fill her with his own member, just as I did. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping him close as we rutted together.
âFeels really nice,â Sooyoung assured him earnestly, panting into his ear, but his depraved brain refused to believe her, unable to shake the fact that she had just been fucked hard, pounded deep, and railed thoroughly by someone much bigger.
âShit... youâre so much looser,â Hyoseob said bluntly. Sooyoung closed her eyes, enjoying his body and ignoring what he had just said. She let out a series of pants and groans, but was lacking. I had really stretched her. He just hoped it didnât mean that his relationship with his wife had changed.
âOh god, keep doing it!â Sooyoung gasped and groaned beneath her husband, writhing her body as the waves of pleasure crashed into her. She writhed and contorted in front of him, receiving his shallow thrusts with relative ease.
But her orgasm never came. She panted and bucked against him, but the friction just wasnât there enough to bring her over the edge. Hyoseob didnât think Sooyoung realized it, but He wasnât enough anymore. Not anymore. Not after being taken so far, stretched out, and then slammed, with so much weight and girth. It made a huge difference. She clenched hard around him but didnât get it where she wanted. She needed something more than him.
The realization burned through him and almost made him cum right away, but instead, Hyoseob felt a tap on his shoulder.
âIâm going back in,â I smirked. âIâll take care of it.â
I pushed him away and crawled back between Sooyoungâs thighs, forcing him to sit back and jerk off while he watched his wife being fucked by another guy. I donât think Sooyoung noticed his withdrawal, especially since I reinserted my cock inside her. Sooyoung threw her head back and let out a howl. I picked up right away, maintaining the exact same pace of deep, hard strokes inside of her.
Hyoseob felt hurt being forced to climb back to the chair in the corner, hearing how much Sooyoung enjoys someone else more than him, but at the same time, he felt an intense arousal of humiliation to witness this sight. The way Iâm dominantly forcing myself inside her lovely wife, pinning her in place and rekindling her pleasure. She cried for more.
âTake my cock! Take it like a slut!â I kept going.
âUhnnnh... feels soooo gooood,â Sooyoung panted, clawing and pulling.
I paused just long enough to grab Sooyoungâs wrists and pin them above her head, taking on a male dominant position of ownership. As a bull over his cow, or in this case, a stud mounting his breeding mare. Hyoseob thought back to their lives together, him and Sooyoung. Everything they had experienced together, it all leading to her get fucked by another man.
She arched her back and pressed her breasts against my chest, squirming under me as the heat built up again, more and more, until, with the clench and tingle of pleasure in the stomach and thighs, Sooyoung lost herself in an orgasm, feeling an enormous pressure rising, climbing up from the depths of her pussy, pushing upwards, stretching. Sooyoung squirmed beneath my dominance, gasping, unable to grasp reality as every cell in her body became electrified in response to my hard pummeling.
I then slowed down, letting Sooyoung come down, sinking my lips against hers, and we began to kiss intimately.
âMinho...â She whispered in a raspy voice, gazing into mine.
Sooyoung could hardly speak. She tried, but the words fell short and were barely audible, a quiet and excited stuttering, but as the fog lifted and reality returned, and she started to remember the moment, her tone shifted. Her voice grew stronger, more aware of her situation. âFuck...â she continued in a less reverent whisper. âJesus Christ, what is going on...â
âWell... weâre cucking your husband,â I said bluntly.
âAre you mad? Am I in trouble?â
Sooyoung let out a giggle and let me drop my head to her neck, causing her giggle to turn into a moan as I began licking her soft skin while humping her womb.
âAre you going to talk?â I breathed, my full cock sinking slowly into her. âCome on. âLet him hear.â
âOh my g-uuuh.â Sooyoung trailed off, the words cut off, distracted by massive tool filling her up, touching her walls.
âNow tell me again. Tell him, the reason you have allowed me to defile you,â I teased, not relenting my pace, while whispering in her ear.
âOhhh,â Sooyoung moaned, shivering, clutching my muscles. Sooyoung whimpered, gritting her teeth to her effort. But not responding was beyond impossible. She had never felt so full.
âYour husbandsâ too tiny, isnât he?â I egged her on.
âMy husband is great, I swear, but youâre so big and heâs not,â Sooyoung got out, my fat cock-head poking into her, brushing into a particularly sensitive spot in the inner wall.
âThatâs right,â I said with satisfied smirk.
âOhh!â Sooyoung groaned.
âThatâs why you needed to cuck your husband.â
âGod Minho...â Sooyoung moaned.
âJust answer.â
âYes,â Sooyoung blurted out. âMy husband is great, I promise- oh my! But he couldnât fulfill all my needs, my cravings.â Sooyoung paused and closed her eyes. I slowed down because I didnât want her orgasm to take her away just yet. âThatâs why, fuck, I needed you here. So you could give me what I really needed.â
Sooyoung returned my gaze, a loving, heated expression on her face. I kissed her, pressing our lips and tongues together. And we resumed our fucking, moaning together and filling the bedroom with the sounds of flesh slapping, groans, and grunts.
Hyoseob raised his hand to stroke himself, rubbing his dick furiously. His body and mind were filled with emotions and stress. Sooyoung hadnât been lying about his size, and watching how I held nothing back as my thick meat began stretching his wife again, plunging into her over and over... He had no idea how we were doing it; with our perfect fit, it must have felt like heaven. His eyes burned with a desire to break down. He is unsure whether he is feeling shame, happiness, anger, or passion. He closed his eyes for a second to concentrate on his wifeâs agonizing moans and the obscene slick sounds of her being pounded so deliciously and thoroughly.
âHyoseob, watch me make your wife cum again,â I said.
He could only nod and bite down his own moans, proving my statement correct. The display in front of him became more and more lewd and heated as she moved her mouth to my ears and allowed me to feel her warm breath, while our hips went insane, slamming into her like a high-powered machine.
âYou want it,â I told her.
âAh! Ah! Uuungh,â Sooyoung got out, a half groan, half whisper.
âOh yes you do. Cum on my cock!â I commanded.
âMinho...â Sooyoung moaned in her raspy voice.
âDonât bother to fight it, Maâam.â
âMinho Iâm so close, Iâm going crazy here, just take my womb.â
I pummeled down deep, thrusting firmly and keeping my base flush. Sooyoungâs hips rose from the sheets and began bucking upward, meeting my heavy thrusts. Our speed increased together. âMinho!â she kept saying my name like a mantra. Sooyoung grunted as I pushed deeper inside of her. She had to scream as I kept my promise.
âOkay,â Sooyoung hissed after an eternity.
I smiled and slid off of her. Sooyoung leaned back into the mattress and spread her legs, arching her hips, watching as my cock come out covered in our collective fluids, thick, sticky, and white. It was hard to comprehend that all that had been inside her, and even more was still spilling out. It was so thick and creamy.
âI havenât cum this hard since forever,â Sooyoung moaned.
âYou did amazing. I canât wait for a lot more,â I told Sooyoung.
âYee-ees, me too, baby.â Sooyoung wrapped her arms and legs around me and kissed me eagerly as her eyes flashed towards her husband, a little unsure, maybe even scared, her glance uncertain, her pupils wide, and then she just looked straight at him.
âYou okay, Hyoseob?â she asked.
He nodded. âYeah, yeah... just hard to get over how much of that got in you,â Hyoseob said, laughing. While his expression was undoubtedly one of shock, he was actually doing more than fine. Watching his wife pleasured by another man is an image that will stay with him forever, and the experience left him oddly satisfied. It almost made him happy that she had gotten to experience something like this.
âWell, anyway,â I said, standing up. âI am drained. And weâre not in a real session, so Iâm heading out.â
âSure thing,â Sooyoung said. âAnd the session tomorrow? Letâs... Letâs put that one on hold for now, okay? We need a bit... a bit of control, I think.â
I nodded and began to dress up. It was reassuring when Sooyoung, the smart person she was, took the steering wheel. When the dust settled, she still considered her husbandâs turmoil. Hyoseob was probably complacent enough for us to do more, but Sooyoung was probably right in pulling on the emergency brakes.
âSo,â Sooyoung turned to Hyoseob after I left. âWow, huh.â
He simply nodded, trying to process the event that had transpired. Sooyoung got up and moved in beside him.
âWhat just happened?â He asked, dumfounded.
âWell, we cucked you,â Sooyoung said, studying his expression as she waited for his reaction to her words. âWas it too much?â
âI... think so. Iâm glad you got to experience it... but watching it in front of me was a bit much, perhaps.â He explained to her. âLike, yeah, youâre hot as hell. This entire event is extremely hot, and seeing another man fuck you so well is quite thrilling. But hearing you moan and say all of that... it was almost too much for me. Iâm not sure if I can handle seeing it live... especially since he asked me to join in...â
Sooyoung nodded understanding. âSo you think we should move on from this whole thing?â
âNo! No, I love it. It makes it harder for me to return to the same things later,â he laughed. Sooyoung also giggled. âNo, Iâm all on for it still, but I think we need a cooling period,â he replied. âAt the very least, I participated in real life... However, the videos are quite good.
âSure thing,â Sooyoung said, with a warm, understanding smile. âAnd I wonât do anything until youâre ready for it to continue. If ever. I only enjoy this if you enjoy it.â
âYouâd do that?â He asked. âDespite everything?â
âOf course... I know I failed before, but I would try with all my might. I donât want to risk everything for something like that, and honestly, I donât think Minho would either.â
They linger like that for a bit.
âSooyoung, can I ask you something?â Hyoseob started. Sooyoung nodded. âWhy is it so different? I mean, aside from the obvious physical things. Youâre so much wilder with Minho.â
âAside from how his bigger size just hits differently?â Sooyoung asked, shooting him a smirk, which He returned. âWell... I donât know. Honestly, maybe it was always there, I just never brought it out. The raw physical aspect. And with Minho it is just that, so much more raw and physical action. I donât love him, nowhere close, and I donât think for a second he loves me. And for women sex and emotions are entwined and psychological. With Minho, there is no relationship like that, so itâs purely physical. Itâs like I can let go more, if that makes sense. Have good sex with no repercussions, if that also makes sense.â
Hyoseob paused for a few seconds. âI guess that makes sense, yeah. When did you get so smart?â He joked.
âShut up,â Sooyoung said, slapping his chest. âSo everything okay? Anything more you wanna ask, because I want to answer everything you want to know as far as I can.â
âNo, I think Iâm good. Letâs put a breather on this whole thing then take it from there.â
âOkay, got it,â Sooyoung said with a smile, wrapping a hand around his husband, and cuddling into him as she laid her head on his chest. He placed an arm on her shoulder and held her close, her soft boobs pressing against him. The cuddle made them fall asleep, together, exhausted from the dayâs adventure.
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i love you, i'm sorry [QH43]
quinn hughes x fem!reader
word count: 2.9k
summary: two years after breaking things off with Quinn, you find yourself going to Game 1 of Round 2 of the Playoffs, completely unprepared to see the man you still harbour feelings for.
based off of: this is loosely based off of I Love You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams
warnings: aggressive amounts of pining (like, probably annoying), two swear words, a few kisses, mentions of a breakup (so like, kinda angst? idk man), copious amounts of cheesiness, probably extremely inaccurate descriptions of the game, not great writing lol. let me know if i missed anything!
author's note: okay, i haven't written anything on here yet due to a horrendous case of writer's block and many hours of working. so, this is definitely not my best work, but it was a fun way to try move past my writing slump. i really do hope that anyone who reads this does enjoy! love, addi <3
Vancouverâs streets preserve memories well. You found that out when, even two years after things had fallen to pieces, you couldnât go anywhere without seeing the two of you holding hands, sharing quiet laughs, and stealing kisses. Youâd thought that after two years you wouldâve been able to shake those memories off when they plagued your mind; but it was hard when he was plastered across banners and fans sported his jersey for half the year.Â
He was making his name known throughout the NHL, and you couldnât ignore the buzz around Quinn Hughes when the Canucks made it to the Stanley Cup Playoffs.Â
After you and Quinn had broken things off, you had to find separate friend groups to belong in. The two of you had shared too many mutual friends. The group of ladies you did manage to find yourself among knew nothing about your past relationship with the captain of the Canucks. When the city was gearing up for the first round of the playoffs, even your friends couldnât stop talking about the sport.Â
You were standing outside, leaning against the railing on a BC ferry, returning from visiting family on the Island, when you received a call from your friend Lydia. You picked up without hesitation.Â
âHey, whatâs up?â you asked.Â
She immediately giggled, which honestly had you a little scared. âI have a surprise,â she said excitedly, the last word dragged out.Â
You snorted. âAm I allowed to ask what it is?âÂ
âItâs a really big surprise, and you have to promise not to scream when I tell you,â she laughed, acting like a teenage girl again. It was one of the things you really did love about her â her ability to bring childlike joy with her wherever she went.Â
âI promise not to scream, Lyd,â you assured her, hoping she was satisfied.Â
She paused for dramatic effect, and you let her. You knew she was having fun with it.Â
âWeâre going to the first game of round 2 of the playoffs!â she squealed.Â
Your phone nearly slipped through your fingers, almost lost to the sea. You stepped away from the railing, suddenly very glad there was no one on the deck with you. Your heart clenched in your chest. The last time you had been to a game was when you and Quinn had still been together. He wouldnât even know you were in the crowd, but you would be painfully aware of him in the centre of the arena.Â
âOkay, youâre even quieter than I thought youâd be,â Lydia commented, reminding you that there was someone on the other end of the line.Â
You debated for a moment what to say. Would it best to just blurt out that you had dated Quinn Hughes and you were not exactly ready to go watch him play again? Definitely not.Â
âUh, yeah, Iâm just surprised!â That wasnât a lie. âHowâd you get the tickets?âÂ
âMy dad,â she said simply. âWhen I told him I wanted to go see the Canucks, he was suddenly the proudest parent in the world. You know how he is â once he gets an idea in his head, whether itâs planted there by me or not, he has to do it.âÂ
âWow, thatâsâthatâs crazy!â you said stiffly, still unsure of how to act.Â
âYeah, and it gets better! Weâre sitting right behind the Canucksâ bench!âÂ
You nearly choked on nothing. âWhat?âÂ
âI know, right? I donât know how my dad managed it, but he did,â she told you, completely unaware of your stuttering heart. âWho knows, maybe weâll catch some playersâ eyes,â she joked, and you tried to force a laugh out with her.Â
âYeah, maybe.â What you didnât add out loud was your brain screaming please no.Â
After a few more minutes of chatting and you pretending to be completely sound of mind, Lydia said goodbye, telling you she would send the details soon.Â
You pocketed your phone and leaned against the railing once more. You watched as the sun brushed the horizon, casting a beautiful pink against the clouds. Vancouver was getting close, and for obvious reasons, you were suddenly dreading it. You wanted to sit on the ferry until it returned to Vancouver Island.Â
You sighed and rested your chin on your folded arms. You heard a faint buzzing sound above you, and lifted your eyes to the sky. A plane was coming to land at the Vancouver Airport. As it approached, you let yourself imagine it was Quinn flying back from Nashville, and you felt your heart tighten in your chest once more, because you were terrified to see him again, but also because you still missed him. Maybe you were scared to see him because you missed him.Â
You dropped your forehead to your arms once more and groaned loudly, the ocean and the brightening city lights your only listening companions.Â
When the morning of May 8th arrived, you found yourself unable to shake the anxiety that had made a home in your chest over the last few days. There was a tenseness in your shoulders that never left, and a squeezing at your heart that seemed relentless.Â
The group chat you shared with your friends had been buzzing incessantly, the girls incredibly excited. Every now and then you made your fingers put a message out there that hopefully hid your anxieties from them.Â
After much procrastination, you eventually made your way to your closet. After tugging on a simple pair of blue jeans, you reached towards the back of your closet. Your fingers closed around the unmistakable, thick material of the jersey. Taking a deep breath, you pulled it out. Your only Canucks jersey of course, had to be Quinnâs home jersey from two seasons ago. No one would know it was the jersey that he had pulled over his head before every home game. However, you knew. There was no C on the left side of the chest, and your mind was pulled back to the relationship you had shared. Â
You often questioned why you and Quinn had even ended things. You missed him so much still, and you were plagued by the way you knew it had been the wrong choice. You had been growing apart as he was dealing with growing attention and expectations within his career, and a promotion at your own job had stolen your energy and attention. You had both been tired and short with one another, and eventually the tension built and had blown up in a terrible way.Â
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force both the guilt and continued yearning out of your busy mind.Â
When Lydia texted that she and the girls were on the way to your apartment, you reluctantly pulled the jersey over your head. The sleeves covered most of your hands, and the fabric fell past your hips and part way down your thighs. You pulled on a pair of shoes and left the safe space that was your apartment, locking the door behind you.Â
Rogers Arena was packed and the energy in the building made you feel like you could start vibrating. You and your friends held hands so as not to get separated. You were glad when your friends made no comment on how tightly you squeezed their hands, or how sweaty your palms might have been.Â
You were made significantly more nervous when you realised that Lydia had not been exaggerating about your seats. You were sitting right behind the bench.Â
The arena was filling up steadily, and you sat there in between your friends, not speaking a single word. It had been a couple years since you had been here, and while you were very nervous, the familiarity came rushing back to you and it helped to slow your fast beating heart.Â
If you closed your eyes, you could imagine Quinn smiling at you from the other side of the glass, and laughing when you blew him a kiss.Â
You wrapped your arms gently around yourself, the once very stiff material of the jersey now very easily shifted and manipulated. You knew it didnât smell like him anymore, but when you let yourself get lost in the feeling of his old jersey, it was like he was right there. You were wrapped in him still, and you doubted it would ever go away.Â
You were shocked out of your own thoughts when your friends, along with the rest of the fans around you, started cheering. The Canucks and the Oilers were on the ice, starting to warm up. Your eyes searched the ice quickly, and gliding easily across the ice on the opposite side of rink, was the captain, the number 43 embroidered on his jersey, just like the one you adorned.Â
Your own cheeks heated up when it really hit you that you were wearing his old jersey. You werenât together anymore; what were you thinking? He could see youâ what would he think when he saw you right behind his bench, wearing the jersey he had gifted you?
You suddenly wanted to throw up more than ever. He exchanged a few words with Elias, and laughed at something his buddy had said. Your heart ached in longing once more. You had missed his laugh so much.Â
Quinn now had facial hair, something he hadnât had when he was with you. His hair was longer, peeking out from beneath his helmet. He already seemed much more grown up. He looked like a captain, something who had become used to leading his team. Quinn had always been somewhat confident in his abilities as a hockey player, but it was easy to tell that he had really gotten used to his role on the team and had come into his own over the past two years.Â
The girls grabbed your hands and walked into the aisle, just to get right up to the glass. Your face burned and you tried to hide behind some of your friends. You kept your heads down and your arms folded.Â
Your friends held up hats and other paraphernalia that they desperately wanted signed by players.Â
âY/N!â One of your friends practically shouted. You suddenly noticed that they had all stopped cheering. You looked up to see them parted in front of you.Â
Quinn was on the other side of the glass, looking right at you.Â
Your friends shoved you up the glass, giggling and squealing. You nearly ran into the glass from the force of their shoves. Quinn laughed at you, his smile exactly how you remembered it.Â
He pointed at the white Canucks towel in your hands and shouted, âtoss it over!â The arena was so loud you were glad he had mouthed it clearly. You hesitated but threw the towel over. With one glove off and in the other hand, he caught it. He gestured to one of your friends to throw over the Sharpie she was holding. She did gladly, happy to be included. He caught it easily and started to write quickly on the white fabric. Your heart did flips while watching him, and your hands shook with nothing to hold onto.Â
He finally capped the pen and threw both the towel and marker over the glass. You struggled to catch it, but thankfully, you managed to hold onto it. You held it flat before you.Â
Meet me by my car after. Usual spot. Your breath stopped slightly when you saw a rushed heart drawn next to the words. You looked back up to see him putting his glove back on. He gave you a warm smile that set you on a fire from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You took a deep breath and nodded to him. His smile widened slightly. Before he turned to skate away, you saw him mouth the words, ânice jersey.â You stuttered for a second, and he simply winked and turned.Â
Your friends all screamed and crowded you, looking at the towel.Â
âUsual spot? What the fuck is going on?â Lydia yelled over the noise, cackling.Â
You just blushed and shook your head, returning to your seat with the towel gripped tightly in your hands.Â
As the teams continued to warm up, you explained as quickly as you could that you and Quinn had once been together. Your friends, of course, were shocked but also very excited for you at the prospect of reuniting with him. You simply waved your hands in protest.Â
âI donât even know if he wants to get back together with me! He might just want to catch up or something⊠weâre cool now and I donât want to mess anything up.âÂ
âGirl, please!â one of your friends shouted. âHe drew a motherfucking heart and winked at you! Of course he wants you back.â
You all laughed and you embraced the next blush that warmed your cheeks.Â
The players left the ice, and minutes later, the lights went dark. The deafening sound of nearly 19,000 people screaming almost broke your eardrums. Blue light filled the room, and you looked up to see what was playing on the large screens above you.Â
You watched the intro video and let a nostalgic, giddy feeling overtake you. You couldnât help but smile.Â
The arena fell back into nearly full darkness. You heard the beginning of a familiar sound of twinkly guitar that dragged you right back to 2011. Goosebumps rose up along your skin all over your body. That was the last time the Canucks had made it to the Playoff finals, and you hoped dearly that they could get there again. The playing of Where The Streets Have No Name from their intro from 2011 made hope take hold of you.
You couldnât help but raise your particularly special white rally towel in the air to wave alongside all of the other Canucks fans in the building.Â
It had been surprisingly easy to get into the playersâ parking garage. Despite it being two years since you had been in the building, you were recognized by several people, who let you walk wherever you wanted.Â
Your friends had practically shoved you to go after the game, screaming after you to call them later. You had laughed and walked away, your steps lighter than they had been in a long while.Â
You later found yourself standing by Quinnâs car. It was the same one heâd had when you had been together. Your hand brushed the shining hood of the car, and you could see yourself in the passenger seat, laughing at something heâd said as the two of you drove around downtown Vancouver.Â
âThank God you actually showed up.âÂ
You whipped around, seeing a freshly showered Quinn in sweatpants and a hoodie making his way towards you.Â
You tugged on the hem of the jersey, your heart beating quicker and quicker with every step he took.Â
He stopped in front of you, and when you looked up, you both spoke.Â
âI love you.âÂ
âIâm sorry.âÂ
Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. âYou-what?âÂ
He bit his bottom lip before repeating himself. âI love you. I know itâs been two years, but-âÂ
âI love you, too,â you said quickly, blood roaring in your ears. âAnd I am so, so sorry. I never shouldâve-âÂ
It was his turn to cut you off. âDonât apologise, please. Itâs not your fault.â
âCan you⊠can you please accept my apology, at least?âÂ
He smiled softly. âI forgive you. Iâm sorry, too.âÂ
âI forgive you, too,â you whispered softly, your heart swelling with affection as you looked at him. You felt an intense relief flood your body. Your shoulders finally relaxed for the first time in what felt like years. He reached out and wrapped you in a warm hug. You melted into it, returning the gesture.Â
âI missed you. So much,â you mumbled into his hoodie.Â
One of hands gently scratched the back of your neck like he used to do. âI missed you, too.â He pulled away just enough to lean down and kiss your lips softly. Nothing had ever felt so natural. His playoff beard scratched your face and you laughed at the sensation, pulling away.Â
âNot used to the beard,â you admitted, smiling widely.Â
He smiled, too. âYeah, what do you think? Should I keep it around?âÂ
You shrugged, leaning back into him. âWell, youâre very handsome either way.âÂ
âYou think?âÂ
âMhm. Your hair also looks very good. I like it longer like this,â you told him, ruffling his brown hair. He swatted your hand away and kissed your cheek.Â
âNoted.â He looked down at me again. âShould probably get you a new jersey.âÂ
âHm, you think I need the big ole C on here, Captain?âÂ
He shook his head, blushing. âDonât call me that.âÂ
You laughed, wrapping your arms around him, bringing his head down for you to kiss. âCouldnât help myself.â You grabbed his hands. âCongratulations on the big win, by the way.âÂ
âI canât believe you came. I thought I was hallucinating or something when I saw you,â he told you honestly.Â
âWell, Iâm glad I came,â you admitted, running a hand through his hair.Â
âYou have no idea how happy I am right now,â he said, smiling wider than you had seen all night.Â
You laughed, feeling pure joy in your heart. âI think I might have an idea.âÂ
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Mating Act (m)
Title [Mating Act]
Pairing [Alien! Yoongi x Human Slave! Reader]
Genre [Alien AU, Sci-fi, Smut, Angst, Fluff]
Summary [You make two choices that change your life entirely. First, you make a choice when you decide to save a family and get kidnapped instead of them, the second you make is when you force imprinting on an alien that takes one wife in his life which you decide will be only you.]
Words [5,2k]
Warnings [General warnings: slavery, bad treatment, dystopia setting, human trafficking, Sexual content: playful neck grabbing, teasing, sexual tension, first-time sex, dirty talk, manhandling, mention of human and wife a lot, alien anatomy (black ink, coldness and a very hard, big and cold dick also magic saliva), fingering, oral (f and m), unprotected sex, belly bulge, size kink, positions (cock riding, doggy, missionary), y/n cries that is how good she feels, overstimulation, buckets of cum, creampie(s), begging, blow job, possessive alien yoongi]
Rating [+18]
A/N: Iâm very excited to share this with you guys since I think this would be a great successor to my previous work that many of you liked called âMating Seasonâ Itâs kind of the same but entirely different. This story is in the same universe but it takes place before mating season!
Masterlist //
Your scrunched eyes open slowly, first, you only see a blinding light your ears focus on the cracking sound of neon. Itâs cold and youâre not wearing enough clothes for the cool temperature. It takes a few seconds for your senses to return to you and then you can fixate on your surroundings, itâs outdoors and midday as you see the sun going up high in the purplish blue sky.
It seemed that by the time you were unconscious, you arrived at the slave trading planet. The light grey iron bars are cold to the touch and itâs extremely noisy out there. Different species roam the cells it might be hundreds if not thousands of cells lined up for sale, and youâre one of them: a rare find, a human.
Your introduction is displayed for the buyers in numerous languages. There are a few that you speak so you can read it with ease: female human, breedable, young. You hate how the aliens size you up some even get threateningly close until you back up. They openly talk about you thinking that you canât understand a single thing. Humans are stupid and weak. Youâre a race that is almost at extinction. Only a few of you are left and your life expectancy is around eighty years old, itâs short compared to others but all too long for you humans. You managed to survive this long which is a miracle on its own. How pathetic of you to get caught in international body trafficking because you decided to save someone. At least you hope that the family you tried to protect is safe somewhere else you donât have anything left to protect so you accept your faith.
Deep in your thoughts, you thought you lost all faith in survival. You donât have anything to go back to but youâre still unable to give up.
You still donât want to die.
Your defiant gaze meets with a young male. Shorter than his friends he has bland black hair with the same eyes that almost look human. You know that heâs not one of your own though he speaks a different language with his friends and has weird marking on his skin that looks exotic in your eyes.
âDo you like her?â A man next to him stops to read your description. They almost look sorry for you as they see you behind the cell.
âNo.â Black hair says without giving it a second. His eyes bore into yours and when he decides to stop looking at you you make a second split decision. Youâre going to choose him. Your hands grip the bars as you get as close to him as you can. Itâs been a long time since you used that language but you have to try.
âTake me.â They can clearly understand your words, you speak their language. You point at the black-haired man.
âOh, it seems to like you Yoongi.â A friendly voice slaps him on the shoulders. They talk animatedly among each other finding you intriguing. Books say that the human race is stupid and weak but you look none of those things. His friends encourage Yoongi to get closer to you and for once you donât step back as he approaches after a little push in your direction. His hands grab onto the bars before he can regain his posture and you use that opportunity to put your hands on his. His hand is cold to the touch the cold blue veins on his hands are in contrast to his pale white skin.
âYoongi.â You call out the word you heard them say that you think might be his name.
âWeâre running out of time. Letâs take her and leave.â A man speaks up his eyes fixated on the holo panel that shows the time and some kind of message. He has some weird-looking glass in his eyes, you think he might be the captain of the ship. Youâve seen that type of accessory somewhere before.
âI didnât say I will buy it.â Yoongi pulls his hand away like you dirtied him. You rack your brain on how to make him take you with him. Black hair and black eyes, cool skin and vine-like black ink make you think of a race. You loved to read books this is how you taught yourself a few of those languages and you remember reading about his species once. This decision might take you closer to your end but it will be better than rotting in this place so you grab his clothes and smash your lips on his through the tiny gap between the bars.
A race that takes one wife in his lifetime. Youâre going to bet on that.
Your tongue forcefully enters his mouth using his surprise against him to successfully imprint your taste on him. After his mind catches up he pushes you away so hard that you land on your butt. His eyes almost look feral as he watches you, heâs very angry but closes his eyes to push the feeling down.
âGet up.â You haul yourself up from the floor getting close to him despite his hard gaze on you. You donât flinch when he grabs your hair and pulls you close so that your faces are inches away from each other.
âYou want to come, then come.â Itâs not a calm and collected sentence that he whispers so close to you. It sounds like a threat but you smile and nod. Even if he hates you he has an obligation to you. With that kiss you sealed your fate with his, youâre his. His one and only human wife for all eternity.
Your back collides with the wall behind you as soon as you see your kidnapper his torture that you had to endure is replaying in the forefront of your mind as he fiddles with the cell keys your hostility is not lost on the young men that wait for your release. Yoongi paid for you in digital cash donât have more time to waste.
He intends to take you with him so he asks for the ownership process to be sped up.
The kidnapper yanks you out of the cell not caring about how you almost land on your face through the force he uses. Yoongi catches you easily lifting you in his arms. You forced him into accepting you but he still does his job of protecting you. His glare is not meant for you this time as he looks displeased by your idle treatment right in front of him. His big hands are curled around you in pretence protection. You must be crazy because you actually relax in his secure hold.
âHi.â One of his friends gets your attention as he waves. He looks at you with curious eyes he seems like he has a lot of questions for you.
âHello.â You reply in a hoarse voice. You donât remember the last time you ate or drank something.
âWhatâs your name? Iâm Hoseok.â He points at you and then at himself. Itâs nice of him to talk slowly so you have time to interpret his words. No one else speaks to you as you go. Probably on their way to their ship since one of them implied some important business. Yoongi doesnât look at you but his hands are firm around you.
âY/N.â
âYour name is weird.â Hoseok slaps his friend but you donât take it in the wrong way. Of course, for them, a human name will sound weird.
âYouâre being rude Taehyung.â Hoseok scolds the other guy before he turns back to you swaying in Yoongiâs arms. âI think your name is pretty and you speak our language pretty well. How did you learn it? On Earth?â
You shake your head. If you think about your home planet your heart starts aching. âNo. I taught myself reading books.â
Now his other friend looks interested in the conversation. The one who has that weird-looking glass.
âFascinating, to find a smart human like you. I want to run some tests.â Hearing that crazy scientist talk again brings back bad memories as your face becomes uncomfortable and your relaxed figure goes rigid inside Yoongiâs arms. He could feel you tense up in fear and he reacted by holding you more firmly to his chest.
âYouâre scaring her. Stop it.â This is the first thing he says after he bought you. Namjoon looks sheepish and apologises and even Hoseok reassures you that heâs just not good with words and you wonât be a lab rat at all.
You accept their apology. You think they mean well and are quite friendly to your utter surprise. They seem like good guys. You feel like itâs a good time to reveal some of your thoughts.
âJust because you read my description doesnât mean you know anything about me. I wouldnât reveal anything that would put me at a disadvantage. This is how I could survive until now.â The words taste sour in your mind and you think about all the things you had to do and endure just to be here. Was it worth it? This life. You have thought about it more times than you would have liked to admit.
âIt must have been hard for you.â Hoseok shows you empathy and you give him a smile back in silent thanks.
âWhy did you choose Yoongi?â A younger male looks at you with curious eyes. They donât show it but this is the question they all were curious about all along. Even Yoongi perks up when he thinks youâre not looking.
âMy instinct told me to trust him.â As for why, you donât know either. You saw countless men and women walk in front of your cage but you only wanted him to buy you. The moment his eyes unknowingly lingered on you you decided to go with him. He must have felt something too. You saw him before he saw you. He never looked at anyone else but you. If you ask him he will probably deny it but youâre sure of it.
You probably looked desperate. Now that you replay your impulsive behaviour in your mind colour blooms on your cheeks in embarrassment. You learned how to kiss from a book it didnât occur to you before but what if you were a bad kisser? You started spiralling until your surroundings faded and you locked yourself inside your head. You didnât register when you arrived on board or when he carried you to his room.
You shiver when he puts you down on his bed. The temperature of his room is colder than youâre used to.
You panic when he tugs your clothes without a word. You grab his cold hands and look into his eyes with widened ones. He looks back at you with predatory. You once read that humans had a ceremony to be pronounced wife and husband. You never experienced it as a human but it sounded romantic.
Thinking back on what you read.
Yoongi is an alien. His species only takes one wife and their ritual is different from yours. The road to becoming his wife is simple enough.
âLook at you being surprised. As if you didnât know what you did when you kissed me first.â You didnât know, you just acted impulsively without thinking. You wanted to say that to him but only a gasp left your lips as he pushed you down on his large bed. He wonât listen to any of your pathetic excuses now.
âYou forced my hands. Even if you donât want it anymore you have no other choice but to be mine.â You gulp down the saliva that accumulated in your mouth, his fierce eyes pin you to the spot lying helplessly under him. His hand is so cold as he wraps it around your neck gently he can feel your heartbeat accelerate under his palm. He studies your features taking in every inch of you from head to toe. Committing everything about you to memory. Yoongi curls a few locks of your long hair around his fingers inhaling your scent his nose rubs against your pulse point. Your hands hold onto his waist digging your fingers onto his side but he doesnât care about it as he kisses the skin on your neck.
Youâre dirty and dishevelled in appearance your captor was not kind to his prisoners and you look like a shell of yourself after everything that youâve been through. Your average beauty doesnât matter to Yoongi. Heâs going to take you regardless of how beautiful you look in other's eyes or not. The kiss already sealed your fate as his bride. Imprinting your taste on him means that he canât escape you. While Yoongi wants to take you right then and there he realises that you need to be in a better shape to undertake the ritual. He did get a reaction rise out of you. So amusingly innocent.
âTake a shower, you reak.â You awkwardly look to the side unable to meet with his confident smirk. He likes to watch your face turn red. He pulls away from you and you take in a long-needed breath of fresh air. The coldness seeping back into your body makes you sober up and you scurry to his joined bathroom. Yoongi laughs as he sees you hide behind the door he makes sure you can operate the shower before he goes out to get some food for you. You donât have any clothes to wear but youâre at least clean.
You find a clean cloth to wrap around your body in makeshift clothes itâs better than nothing as you need something to shield you from the cold.
Yoongi comes back before you can organize your thoughts. You could barely calm your heart as your mind kept replaying his soft lips on your neck and his body weight on you not to talk about those alluring black eyes. You could still see your reflection in them as you lock gazes. You look away when he puts the tray down in front of you full of food that you donât know the name of. Itâs not too bad once you take a bite but itâs bland the more you consume. It meets the purpose of filling you up as you no longer feel that gnawing hunger in the pit of your stomach.
You jolt up when you feel his hand pull your wet hair to the other side making his way to your neck. He takes a long whiff of air finally smelling your natural scent that was previously masked by the dirt and sweat. He takes the opportunity to cover you in his scent rubbing his nose up and down your throat.
You canât concentrate on eating anymore.
âEat. You will need it.â As if he could read your mind he halts all movements simply deciding on laying his head on your shoulder. You pick up more food and try to ignore how his possessive touch engulfs your body in a backhug. You remember how angry he became once you forcibly kissed him he even pushed you hard enough to lose your footing. The way he accepted you is too sudden.
âAre you going to âŠâ Unable to say the words you stop in the middle.
âAm I going to fuck you? Yes, I will.â You gulp.
âDonât you hate me for kissing you?â You close your eyes when Yoongi wraps his fingers around your neck again this time with more force but gentle enough that youâre not choking on air he just pulls you against his chest holding you by the neck as his nose rubs against your left cheek.
âI am angry. You selfishly decided this on your own. I bet you donât realise half of the mess you got yourself into. I donât hate you though. Thereâs something about you that caught my eye.â
Itâs only a small peck on your cheek but your hands tighten around the tray. You take in a much-needed breath when you realise he doesnât hate you. It makes you feel better knowing that itâs not entirely your imagination. He did look at you.
âI admit I donât know much.â You sheepishly reply confirming his words. You read some things about his species but thereâs no proof that everything is accurate.
âIt doesnât matter as you will be mine anyway.â His hand pulls you close his fingers splayed over your stomach. You only have a thin cloth over your naked body while Yoongi is fully clothed.
âPut down the tray.â You follow his order bending down slightly to put the tray down onto the floor. You let out a surprised yelp when his hands find your ass under the thin material, your backside is on full display for his hungry eyes. Your fingers have a deadly grip on the edge of the bed as he kneads the soft flesh.
âYour smell comes strongly from here.â His thumb parts your folds some wetness is gathered there that sticks to his finger when he pulls back. âI read a few books about you too, enough to know that this means you like the idea of me fucking you.â
Yoongi hates how he canât see you acting coy biting your lip so he forcibly pulls you back against his chest and pulls your face to the side. You land on his lap your legs dangling on either side of his thighs. He runs his finger up and down your wetness watching your expression turn hazy and your mouth open to let out a silent moan.
âYou like this donât you? Having your human pussy touched by me.â Yoongi finds your clit quickly finding out how your moans increase in volume when he rubs circles over it. Youâre gushing over his fingers.
The black ink on his arms moves to stain your body with blackness until it circles over your thigh in two pretty hoops. Your body is getting overheated as his touches devour your body. Fingers dance around your folds, your hips. The black hoops around your ankles and thighs are a reminder of what you started. Youâre going to become Yoongiâs and no one can stop that from happening.
Feeling overwhelmed you reach up to kiss him and he does with a growl. He doesnât push you away like when you stole his first kiss. No. He pulls you closer turning you around until youâre chest to chest.
Your hand rests against his shoulders your fingernails digging into his skin as you feel one of his fingers enter you without warning. Yoongi swallows your sounds with his mouth pushing his finger in and out of your pussy until your essence is running down his wrist. He adds another one and another one stretching your walls as he devours your mouth your hips moving along without you noticing. Getting into the rhythm of riding his fingers. You need to pull back to get some air in between the kisses. His hungry expression manages to steal your last remaining string of sanity. The cloth around you barely covers you anymore and Yoongi goes to remove it and leave you entirely naked before him.
His attention goes to your perky nipples both hands grabbing a handful and pepper kisses around the mound.
So far he doesnât look strange. Not that you have any experience of what you should see in a situation like this. You conclude that your newly formed tattoos are one of the few things that are specific to his race.
His tongue is cold it makes you shiver when he sucks on one of your nipples. Heâs so cold but his coolness is welcomed by your feverish body.
âLay down.â You do as he tells you. Eagerly and shamelessly open your legs and welcome him between them. This is really happening you realise when he takes off his clothes. His pale skin is pretty and cool against you. Even his cock lined with cold blue veins is pretty and cold when he rubs it between your folds. Itâs big and hard like a rock against you. Yoongi can see how you tense up after seeing his size.
âIt wonât hurt if you do as I tell you.â He caresses your cheek with his thumb kissing you surprisingly sweetly.
âO-okay.â You nod. You wanted this. You canât back down now. This is your only chance to live a life without hardships. Youâre going to take everything that he gives you.
âThis will make it feel better.â Yoongi licks his finger and when it comes into contact with your clit you feel an overwhelming pleasure bloom inside you. His saliva is heightening your pleasure having some kind of chemical in it that helps you feel kind of high. It blocks the pain when his veiny head pushes through the tight rim of your muscle. You and Yoongi watch how his long cock disappears in you inch by inch. It doesnât hurt at all as he keeps his thumb on your clit, only making you feel full.
âToo much.â You put your hand on your stomach and feel him sitting inside. He makes way no matter how much your body tries to constrict around the intrusion. He reaches your deepest part shaping you into his size.
âThere. All in.â Yoongi chuckles when he sees you struggle. You want to stay still and move at the same time. It feels good and strange but too good. You want him to move but on the other hand, you need time to get accustomed to this fullness. Yoongi can see the outline of his cock bulge out of your tummy and he experimentally pushes against your skin. Your pussy pulse around him and get tighter as he massages your lower belly. âHow does it feel my little human? Do you feel good?â
You nod kissing him back with passion as your tongues rub together. He continues his descent down your body kissing your neck and breasts. Filling your body with pretty black ink. You pulse and throb around him as he remains unmoving inside you. Not enough you roll your hips trying to show him you want him to move.
âAnswer me. Does my cock make you feel good?â At first, he only pulls out a little before he thrusts back testing the waters before he pulls out more as he uses a steady pace to rock into you.
âYes. Yes. So good please donât stop. Fuck me harder.â Yoongi wonders how his wife learned how to say such dirty words in his language but heâs thankful for it as his cock appreciates the compliments. Just like you asked he fucks you harder hitting that spot inside you with more deep thrusts.
âYoongi. Yoongi.â The way you moan his name spurs him on, grabbing your ankles he sinks the remaining inch inside you.
âAh. Y/N.â He responds with your own name. Grabbing your hips he pumps his cock in and out of you at a fast pace until you can remember his shape. This is the first time he says your name and your walls constrict around him hearing him moaning it. Heâs growing addicted to the feel of you. He can hear and smell and see you. The way your pussy swallows him in your tight and wet heat ruined every expectation he had before.
You feel way better than he imagined.
Your tits bounce with each thrust and your moans never cease to slip from your dry throat as he buries his shaft to the hilt.
âYoongi, I feel weird.â You grab his hand need something to hold onto as you feel this weird tightness in your belly. Yoongi could sense you were almost there tripping over the edge of bliss you became tighter around him. Youâre growing sensitive.
âI know. Hold onto me, my sweet wife.â You hold his hand as he twists it behind your back the position is uncomfortable but the minute his cock slips back inside your heat you forget about it as it reaches new places inside you. Your back is arched one hand is firmly holding you and the other is placed on your hips.
This position allows him to hit even deeper the tip of his cock curves around a spot that has you see stars. Youâre panting with your face nearly suffocating against the bed. Unable to move or hold yourself up youâre entirely kept in place by the help of Yoongi. The tightness in your chest explodes as you cream around Yoongiâs cock. He doesnât stop there he fucks you through overstimulation keeping up with his ruthless pace you tear through the bedsheets. His long fat cock claims your pussy as his with a heavy load of cum. The tattoos on your body all settle down as he finishes with a few sloppy thrusts into your buttered hole.
Once he pulls out you can feel his thick cum pour out and his fingers trace your tattoos painting your body with his whiteness until everything about you is covered in him. He doesnât stop there, he pries your shaking legs open and latches onto your sensitive bud. Yoongi pushes his cum back with two of his fingers as his tongue flicks over your clit. Itâs too much and you try to push his face away but he doesnât budge. He holds both of your hands in his tight grip on your stomach as he continues to feast on your pussy.
âYoongi. Oh, uh.â You squirm but you canât escape his hold. âPlease. Stop, i-itâs too much.â Tears start to roll down your cheeks the next orgasm you experience hurts so bad but you canât deny how it feels incredible at the same time. More intense than the previous one you had you let go with a cry of his name and cum around his fingers.
âNo. More.â Yoongi looks up after registering your hiccup and goes up to soothe you. His tongue licks your tears away showering your neck and face with kisses until your crying subsides.
Yoongi looks you over and while he finds you utterly appealing covered in his cum he has a concerned look in his eyes. âAre you alright? Did I hurt you?â He pulls you close to his chest but after your senses come back one by one you start to feel his sticky cum all over you. Some still gush out of your hole as he hugs you to his body.
âNo.â You shake your head reassuring him with a kiss. You donât want to admit you cried because he felt so good.
This is the first time you experienced something like this. Youâre in no way an expert but you know that his dick is not like any human males youâve encountered in your books. They shouldnât be so cold and big and the small ridges that kept rubbing your insides felt weird but incredibly good at the same time.
Even when heâs not aroused heâs so big. You want to touch it. âCan I?â Asking for permission you reach for his cock that rests against your leg but you donât touch it until you get the green light for it.
âSure.â Yoongi chuckles at your curiosity. It hasnât been a hot minute that his dick was inside you but you want to touch it.
âItâs cold.â You muse, itâs slick with both of your cum so you could drag it up and down easily. Yoongiâs gasp catches in his throat itâs still sensitive but he lets you pump it until itâs hard again. You grow curious about how it tastes so you lick around the head as your hand moves up and down in slow motion. It doesnât really taste like anything to you. Easy to swallow. You take your place in between his legs to get comfortable. Yoongi shivers when he feels your hot mouth around his most sensitive cockhead. You dip your tongue into the slit earning a loud groan from Yoongi his hand rests on top of your head only moving to get the hair out of his view of you sucking his cock.
âDo you like it?â You wonder if it feels good for him. This is the first time youâre doing this.
âY-Yes, keep going.â You take more of him into your mouth encouraged by his hooded eyes that watch you. âYour mouth is very warm. It feels incredible.â You hum around a mouthful of cock heâs too big for you to get even half of him into your mouth. You stroke the skin that you canât lick and you focus on his head instead of trying to choke on his cock. Even though you donât think he wouldnât like to see you choke on his length trying to fit everything. He reassures you that he likes everything you do to him. He doesnât try to push your head down and you appreciate his thoughtfulness with an enthusiastic bob of your head up and down his length. He fills your mouth so much that itâs hard for you to swallow around it.
He's throbbing between your lips as you kiss the tip. He shows you how much heâs enjoying it with his lewd moans and sweet touches on your face and the back of your head. Contemplating what you should do with yourself you decide to give in to the desire once more. You want to have him again that it outweighs your concern to be able to take him after such a short time but it doesnât deter you as you climb on his lap.
âHelp me?â You ask shyly rubbing on his fully hard cock.
âOf course,â Yoongi replies with a smirk he can see how needy you are and he wonât deny his pretty wife anything. He kisses your lips sucking on your tongue as he guides your hips to hover over his cockhead.
He touches and kisses every mark and tattoo that appears on your skin.
You sink slowly at your own pace feeling full but you overcome the stretch of your body remembering his shape makes it easier for you to bury it fully into you. Heâs big and hard as a rock inside you.
You need him to help you move but heâs more than eager to lift you and have you bounce on his cock. Heâs wound up from your previous actions he had no idea he would be this turned on by seeing your small hands and mouth wrapped around his dick. You smell delicious he canât help but kiss every inch he can reach as he guides you through the motions. You bounce on his cock your expression entirely clouded by pleasure as he hits the best spots inside your spongy walls. Yoongi kneads your ass pulling them apart to watch his cock disappear inside your small pussy. Your body might be coated in his cum but his cock is entirely coated in your arousal and cum until he shoots a fresh load inside your spent hole.
The others donât see you the next couple of days only catch the back of Yoongi as he carries fresh food for you.
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Wednesday and Bianca having a conversation in spanish while Yoko and Enid are doing homework.
Bianca had finally, after a lot of hard work, convinced Wednesday to talk about her feeling for Enid, and at this point she was regretting it. Wednesday Addams would not shut up about the girl she was in love with.
Wednesday would wax poetic. Bianca wasnât aware that the girl was even capable of talking so much.
Bianca: okay, thatâs enough. i am sorry i asked.
Yoko: what is she saying?
Wednesday: sĂłlo estĂĄs frustrado porque eres incapaz de sentir afecto [You're just frustrated because you are incapable of feeling affection.]
Bianca: incapaz de afecto, rica viniendo de ti [Incapable of affection, rich coming from you]
Yoko to Enid: what are they saying?
Enid: Wednesday is consumed with my being and personality and she wishes to feel my pretty pink lips against her own. among many other things, she is âpoisonedâ with longing and affection for me.
Bianca breaks down in laughter, Wednesdayâs face purposefully is blank, but Enid can see embarrassment in her eyes and the red tips of her ears.
Wednesday: You told me that you are horrible at spanish.
Enid: I am horrible in the class, because they teach it strictly and in a way that is much more stiff then it is actually spoken.
Wednesday: you speak spanish.
Enid: yo también estoy enamorado de ti [ i am in love with you, too]
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College is good for several things. In the USA, it's good for learning facts about history and the rest of the world that high school either didn't tell you or flat-out lied about. Without college, most people would never encounter the academic resources necessary to unlearn lies and biases instilled by the overwhelmingly USA-centric, whitewashed viewpoint taught in most school systems, or the vocabulary needed to ask after those resources.
If (and only if) you are already extroverted and gregarious, college is good for making friends. It's probably good for some other things too.
But college is not very good for many of the things it supposedly does for people. College appears to be good for personal growth, but any environment with unfamiliar people, new experiences, and a large library would do. In fact, the academic rigors of college are probably mostly incidental to personal growth that occurs there. You learn about yourself in college in spite of, not because of, the rigid and demanding academic expectations, which serve to cement you further in what you think you already know about yourself because that is safer than discovering you might be something totally different.
It also doesn't prepare you very well for any other environment, because it is so different from any other environment you might encounter. At least in the USA, there are hardly any communities that are similar to college. College has an environment of communal living among mostly same-aged people, numerous public spaces, an endless hemorrhage of community-run events, and constant mother-henning by the institution as they encourage you to take advantage of all the services they fail to do a good job at providing. Authority figures are clearly delineated from peers and you have a clear hierarchical relationship with people that are not also students. It is an opportunity to practice adulthood, but one that supports you in the wrong ways and fails to support you in the right ones, both stifling and neglectful.
Colleges are brutally insistent on this peculiar style of community structure that you probably won't ever encounter again in your life, all the while being incredibly unforgiving if you fail to adapt to it. There are lots of rules, some of which are plain-attired descriptions of consequences as real as a granite wall, most of which reflect nothing except the fact that someone in authority would like to prevent a specific type of bad-faith exploitation of a more forgiving policy. The pure-hearted student is supposed to be able to ignore these rules and be judged according to the unspoken, more forgiving policy that is invoked when an authority likes your vibes.
This means part of surviving college is cultivating the right vibes, and part of cultivating the right vibes is being abled and not experiencing any extenuating circumstances ever. If you are having a mental health crisis that is stopping you from succeeding, the truth is as good as a lie; of course everyone struggles with mental health in college in these specific pre-cut ways, have you tried breathing exercises? If you are stressed and terrified all the time and whenever you sit still it feels like the universe is screaming through you, you will be abandoned because crisis is rare and interrupts otherwise normal life, and everyone claims to be having a crisis right now. "This system works!" and if we just repeat it hard enough the system will start to work.
If the truth is as good as a lie, then a lie is as good as the truth, and the ability to receive help when you need it is determined not by actually needing help but by being a better liar.
What if people lie to get accommodations they don't really need? I don't know the answer to this, because I find a different question more compelling: What if people lie to get accommodations they do really need?
Institutions are terrified of the possibility of a person that pretends to be disabled, and often they impress that terror into disabled people, who become terrified that THEY are pretending to be disabled, when probably almost all disabled people must pretend to be disabled because the raw Reality of what they experience as a person would be a brain-melting arcane and eldritch encounter for an Institution. Institutions don't see us. They see broad human tropes, masks worn by any number of actors. Some people are diligent students and some are lazy; some hone their potential and talent and others refuse, for whatever reason, to unlock it. This belief is so fundamental to our entire philosophy of shaping and educating students that if it directly encountered the Truth (whatever that may be), the truth would not survive.
If you want to be a good student (and I wanted to be and I was) the mask will become welded to your face and you will forget it's a mask partly because you will like how much better you were treated with the mask on. I sit in a therapy session, thinking, "Why am I framing my pain in a way that makes it seem less complicated and more solvable but doesn't cut to the truth of the matter? Which one of us benefits from that?"
The world is slowly, woundedly crawling into being a performance where everyone competes to pretend that they aren't dying. I have a version of me that struggles with school because I am autistic, but secretly I suspect successful, well-adjusted college students that manage their mental health and friendships and work do not exist in the way we think they must. After all, what of the numerous college students that cheat, that plagiarize, that make ChatGPT write their essays? My professors can all give examples of students that did, and their poor and shoddy attempts, but all this suggests is that the clever and cunning ones seldom get caught. In dealing with institutions, anything an honest person can do through their honesty, a good enough liar can do better with their lies.
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summary: aaron hotchner is a lot of things. in love with you is one that you never saw coming.
word count: 7.1k
author's note: bau!reader + hotch is my favorite combo ever. i haven't written and posted in, like, two years so please be nice :) i've written so many other versions of hotch but this one just wrote itself. inspired by the amazing @luveline and so many breathtaking hotch stories and isabel (alisdas on ao3, not on here anymore i think :( ) who wrote of terrible coffee and late-night rides which i think started all of this and my immense aaron brain rot when i read that fic, like, three years ago. enjoy!
This was wrong, Aaron thought to himself. He seldom committed acts that others might say were wrong, or argue they could potentially be wrong, but this was different. Aaron felt wrong, a feeling he was not used to.
âIâm worried about you, thatâs all,â you had said quietly on the jet early one morning. You two were sitting across from each other on the flight back from the teamâs latest solved case, an excruciating long ride home from the coast of Oregon.
Your book laid open on your lap, unread and a bookmark tucked between the earlier pages. The spine was cracked, like youâd read it a hundred times before. He knew that wasnât true though, it was just a used novel probably from the thrift store around the corner of your apartment.
You had told him once, back when you first startedâback when he was still married and you were less affected by this jobâthat you liked finding used (pre-loved, you call it) books and picking the most worn out ones to take home. You said it means that someone used to love this book.
It felt wrong because you were too young for him, and too innocent to be mixed up in his life. What could you know about his thoughts? About the love of his life that divorced him and his son he only sees once in a while.
The rest of the team makes jokes with you, in particular JJ and Penelope. Heâs even heard Emily pitch in, about your not-so-secret fondness for your boss. For him.Â
Back when you had first started, it was nothing. Passing glances, working extra hard to please him and earn his praiseâwhich was never given out generously. He hadnât even taken the time to notice, never paid more attention than any other member of the team. What he did notice was your work ethic.
Being among the youngest of the team had instilled a drive in you to prove your worth. You always stayed an hour extra, came early, and spent nights working the case even when you were yawning every few minutes. The most attention heâd given you back then was commenting that youâd had a good insight into the unsub, commending you on well-written reports and briefs, and offering you a cup of coffee when it was just you and him left in the sheriffâs office. Heâd be rereading seemingly endless pages of the case reports and youâd be diving headfirst into the victimâs lives.
Your specialty was always understanding why the victims did what they did, figuring out their routines and ascertaining important details from their personal belongings. He was used to you flicking through diaries and boxes of mementos that were once treasured by another young girl, not so much older than yourself.Â
Heâd be lying if he hadnât thought it was impacting youâreading through the journals of dead women who had been very similar to yourself, with similar hopes and dreams. It was depressing, he knew, and yet if you were bothered by it, you didnât show it in the slightest. At least not to him.Â
And back then, heâd never notice the sweet smile that always graced your face when he was asking you if youâd like coffee. Youâd shake your head no, and take sips of water between your yawns. You didnât even tell him that you donât drink coffee until a few months later, after he asked if youâd ever like a cup when he offered. He can remember it clearly even now.
âActually, Hotch, I donât drink coffee.â Your cheeks were tinged with color like you were embarrassed to even be admitting this to him.
âWhy didnât you say anything sooner? I would have stopped asking three months ago.â If he sounded stern, he didn't mean to. The burning on your face deepened.
âI didnât want to be rude. I drink tea though, but I didnât think to mention it. Itâs not as easy to make.â
âWell, let me know if you need a cup of hot water then.â
You had smiled at that, and he had turned around to take another picture on the bulletin board. He smiled a little too.
âYou donât need to worry about me,â he said, maybe a little too gruffly. He didnât mean it, again, but it just came out that way. He thinks some part of him is trying to warn you to stay away before you get too close.
âWeâre all worried. You went through something really big and didnât tell any of us and even if you donât care about us like that, I care about you. I just want to make sure youâre okay.âÂ
Aaronâs gaze casts around the rest of the jet. Derek has his headphones in, staring out the window and trying to resist sleep. JJ and Emily are playing cardsâthey should be sleeping, but they had a little too much espresso a few hours before. Theyâre too far away to hear you and Aaron speaking, but he notices JJâs eyes darting over every once in a while. Spence is asleep, and he realizes thatâs why itâs so quiet. Dave is reading a book, too, but heâll stop and interject into JJ and Emilyâs conversation.
He looks back at you, sleepy-eyed and wrapped in a warm, boxy pullover from your alma mater. He thinks a little bit too much about you these days, and he canât get it to stop. He shouldnât profile anyone on the team, they have a strict moratorium on that, but especially not you.
You, who never fails to try to make anyone feel better when theyâre down. You, who doesnât make it seem like youâre analyzing their behavior, but rather observing and offering comfort in hard times. You remember everything the team tells you about their likes and dislikes, never forgetting a birthday or special occasion. He can distinctly recall fresh chocolate chip cookies on Derekâs birthday, carrot cake from the Italian bakery Rossi loves to celebrate when his latest book became a bestseller, and a new knick knack for Penelopeâs office after a particularly brutal case.
You say itâs all in passing, but he knows itâs not. Youâre trying your hardest to keep the team together in the little ways, strengthening bonds that extend beyond coworkers. You want to fit in and be accepted, and you worry so much that you wonât. This is your way of trying to show that youâre a part of this team too, not just the new girl and one of the young ones.Â
Aaron blinks twice. Youâre looking at him expectantly, and he wishes you wouldnât. All heâll do is disappoint you.Â
âYou donât need to worry,â he repeats. âIâll be fine.âÂ
âI wish you wouldnât say that. Why is it so bad for us to worry about you?â You look like youâre starting to get upsetâit hurts Aaron more than he realized it would. Itâs not bad for the others to worry, itâs bad for you. If you get attached, if he lets this get unprofessional, he doesnât think heâll ever forgive himself. Hurting himself is one thing; hurting you is another entirely.
âLet it go, Agent. Try to get some rest.â He looks out the window. He can see the sun coming up, and realizes he hasnât slept since the night before last. He still needs to drive homeânot really home, he remembers sadly, his empty apartmentâ and work on reports before he can even see Jack. He doesnât think resting now is a good idea, and yet his body is so tired.
When he looks back, youâre reading your book again but your eyes are really paying attention to the words on the page. Youâre just skimming, and blinking rapidly, and he realizes then heâs made you tear up.
His phone goes offâHaley, and he feels guilt building up in his chest, almost overwhelming him. He steps away to answer and talks quietly. He doesnât want you to overhear and worry even more. When he comes back to his seat, youâve fallen asleep. He takes the book from your hands gently and puts the bookmark in, closing it and resting it on the seat beside you. He watches you sleep and wonders if heâs making a mistake trying to hide from you. He thinks, and not for the first time, that you see right through him.
The plane lands an hour and a half later, and everyone is beyond exhausted. Even Spencer, who normally doesnât need much energy or caffeine to start talking fast about something interesting he noticed about this case and this unsub, is unusually quiet. Theyâre all running on fumes, staying up two nights in a row profiling and then catching the unsub with the latest victim at one in the morning, and then boarding the jet soon after.
Aaron makes a decision, everyone can work on their notes from home and the report is due no later than day after next. Derek pats him on the shoulder and says no one is to call him for the next twenty-four hours. JJ and Emily exchange a laugh. Y
ou, he notices, though he wishes he wouldnât, go up to Spencer and talk with him quietly. When youâre done, he beams at you and you at him. He wonders what you two talked about when theyâre all heading out, listening to Spencer ramble about how the unsubâs use of his childhood spots as disposal sites offers insight into the abuse of his youth. Prentiss tells him to save it for the report.Â
He and Rossi are walking back to their cars when Dave speaks up for the first time.
âYouâre wondering what she said to him, arenât you?â
Aaron stops for a moment.Â
âYou should know better than to profile me.â
âOh, Iâm not profiling. This is just me being observant. You should stop fiddling with your ring finger when you talk to her. Itâs a dead giveaway.â
âDave, I donât need to tell you that this conversationââ
âI know, I know. I wonât mention it again if you donât want me to.â
âThank you. Iâll see you tomorrow, then.â
âSee you tomorrow, Aaron. And by the way, she offered to write his notes for him if he wanted. He said itâs hard for him to write about unsubs with schizophrenic tendencies and she said she can try to help, if he wants. Thatâs all. Let me know when youâre ready to talk about this.â
Aaron gets in his car and doesnât stop thinking about you the entire ride home.
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You wish you could make it stop. The way you feel about your boss. It started so long ago, itâs almost a part of you now. Aaron is stern and his disposition is frightening, to the say the least. But only at first, youâve realized, after so many late evenings spent discussing the case with him, breaking down the tiniest details, and him paying attention to your every word when you discuss the victimâs demeanor and behavior to try to figure out what had really happened.
It wasnât supposed to be like this, you thought. You had gone to the overpopulated state school with the hopes of entering the medical field. You were a true empath, and there was no oneâs suffering you couldnât relate to, no one that you wouldnât try to make feel better. All your life, people cried on your shoulder while you offered up words of comfort. And because of this, everyone thought you were a shoo-in for nursing or medical school, where you could help people through the worst days of their life.
All it took was a few days at the hospital where you had been working, a string of murder victims being wheeled in one after another, for you to reconsider your lifeâs work. None had survived the incident, but the killer let them live just long enough to be seen by the doctor, who then had to declare them legally dead.
Something about the victims seemed familiar to you, how theyâd all come from wealthy families and were sliced up in their expensive clothing, expensive jewelry and watches smashed to bits instead of being stolen. You mentioned it to one of the officiers, who told someone else, and somewhere in that chain of events, your insight helped them catch the killer.
It was then, you thought, that maybe you should be working on the other side of these situations. Stopping the killer before it ever got to this.Â
Then youâd done a one-hundred and eighty degree spin on your career, electing to pursue becoming an agent. You had been young, and motivated, and you chose to overlook when everyone told you this job might become your whole life, leaving no time for a husband and kids and a family.
You had ignored it all, working your way up from the local field office to child crimes in just a year and a half. The transition out of sex crimes to homicide was disturbingly hard, because at least before youâd had a victim to interview. You were no expert, not yet, but a unique asset altogether, combining a true mission to uncover the best in each victim, and figuring out their behavior patterns from bedrooms and diaries.
It was a unique skill-set, acquired mostly because a lot of traumatized children didnât offer much to go off of. You had to turn to their childhood homes, toys, and scribbles to figure out what had been going on in the first place.
You reflect often on why you decided to leave child homicide when news spread that the BAU had an opening for one more agent. Truthfully, you hadnât considered it at all, since you were more than happy with your current position and coworkers. You were solving cases, delivering justice, and bringing whatever comfort you could bring to grieving families.
In fact, you had been requested specifically. You, out of a hundred or more well-established, intelligent agents that could be a huge asset to the team. You were never special, and you didnât like to think of yourself in that way either, but you couldnât deny how good it felt to hear that the team wanted you.Â
And when you transferred over, everyone was so nice. The team was inviting, they respected your opinion, and especially in cases with younger victims, they revered your knowledge. You felt included, and invaluable, and as hard as you worked, you wanted to work even harder.Â
Your boss was a brilliant agent and profiler, and so hardworking that you wanted to do anything you could to make his workload a little easier. You wrote the most detailed reports, so he would have to edit them as much.. You offered to pick up extra briefs, so he took home a couple less papers. And no matter what you did, acknowledged or not, you knew you were making the kind of difference youâd always dreamed you would.Â
Aaronâhe was only ever Aaron in your head, and Hotch the rest of the timeâliked you as an agent, and it made you happy. A little happier than you should be, considering he was happily married with a toddler and a perfect life outside of work. It was almost wrong, but it didnât stop you from trying to impress him with your work ethic.
You always put aside your other feelings and focused on the team, and somehow in all of that, you felt like you were finally making your difference. You were close with the team and close enough with Aaron, that you hadnât been worried to start that conversation on the jet now that all these circumstances were changing. Haley had asked for a divorce and he hadnât muttered a word of it to anyone.
Heâs so tired, you can see. You wonder if everyone else notices it too, or if itâs just you observing so closely. He has dark circles now, because he never sleeps, always working, and the furrows on his forehead are seemingly etched in and permanent. He misses his wife and his son, and you know it, and maybe itâs wrong to care about your boss so much that your heart hurts when you see him glancing at the framed photos of his family on his desk, or the tiny polaroids in his wallet, but you do. You think youâre in love with Aaron Hotchner, and you donât know how to make it stop.Â
Youâre gonna get hurt, you remind yourself every now and then.Â
Aaron and Spence have just come back from the prison, where they had an encounter with Chester Hardwick that they wonât really talk about. Youâd been with the rest of the team in Indiana, and then two days later in Oregon.Â
Aaron and Haley were divorcing, and it hurt him so much, you knew, because it wasn't for a lack of love. It was a lack of time, a shortness of hours in the day. He couldnât be the husband Haley wanted and the father he thought Jack needed while being an agent for eighteen hours a day. It hurt you too, seeing him like this. You wish he felt better.Â
The days and weeks seemed to blend into months. Somewhere in between Hotchâs divorce and JJâs pregnancy, you had become complacent with your relationship with Aaron. Walking in together from the parking lot, leaving together at the end of a long dayâusually alone and sometimes joined by Emily or David. Sometimes youâd have a frothy drink from a nearby coffee shop in your handâto which you always hear, âMy coffeeâs not better than that stuff?â
âItâs not coffee, remember-â
âI know, you donât drink coffee. That stuff is full of sugar. I donât need you bouncing off the walls like Reid and Garcia too.â
You laugh, and then you wonder if itâs because he really cares or if it was just a passing comment. You share a lot of little moments like that.Â
When his eardrum was nearly blown out after New York, you almost offered to drive back with him from Ohio to Virginia. It was instinct, because you just didnât want him to be alone. You had exchanged a glance when he handed you the plate of brownies from the victimâs mother, and you knew he had read your mind. But he didnât say anything, and you left it at that. Youâre not nearly stupid enough to think that your boss reciprocates your feelings for him. Hell, most days you donât even know what feelings you have for him.
Your seats on the jet are almost permanently fixed; near the coffee machine towards the cockpit. You sit across from each other, and sometimes you donât even speak. Heâll bring you a cup of hot water, and he doesnât ask if you need a tea bag from the make-shift coffee station, because knows theyâre in your go-bag.Â
When itâs his weekend with Jack after two weeks of back-to-back cases, Aaron is always working on the reports on the jet. Itâs because heâs trying to reduce how much work he has to do at home, and even when everyoneâs fallen asleep and your eyes are close to shutting, you get up and make him a cup of coffee. Heâs never once told you how he takes it, and he doesnât know if youâve seen him make it either, but somehow you know, and itâs always right. When you offer him the steaming paper cup, he looks up at you with an entirely new lookâsomething youâve never seen before. You two donât exchange so many words.
He says it all with his eyes, sometimes, even when youâre not looking. Itâs gratitude. (When you get off the jet a few hours later, you tease Morgan about his snoring. Derek asks you where his cup of coffee is, and you shove his arm so hard he almost drops his bag.
In the end, it was you who had figured out there was something wrong with the Reaperâs last few victims.Â
âWhy would a nineteen year old girl date her teaching assistant?â You had questioned, looking through a file that everyoneâs eyes had already seen. âAn honors student, a freshman, I mean, none of this points to an illicit affair with faculty. She knew it was against the rules and her roommates said sheâs never so much as skipped class.â
âThat could have been because she wants to see him,â Derek interjects. âIf they were truly in love like Foyet said, sheâd take every opportunity to be with him.â
âBut in an environment where no one can know you two are together? I mean, if she was in love and close to getting engaged, wouldnât she tell her best friends? Her parents? How many teenage girls keep something like that just to themselves?â
The pieces of the puzzle that had once fit together so nicely were coming undone. It felt like the blink of an eye, from catching Foyet to him escaping. Everyone was on edge, no one more than Aaron, and your empathy still knew no bounds. Where you had once been able to focus on work and dedicate all your thoughts to the cases, you now were distracted and distant. Every other thought was about Aaron, as wrong as that might be.Â
Canada had been something else entirely. It was difficult for the entire team to fathom, but nearly impossible for you. You had lost your temper twiceâsomething youâd never done beforeâ and thrown up when the team discovered all the shoes. JJ had run after you but in the end, Aaron was the one who found you outside.
âIâm sorry, JJ, Iâll be fineâI-I just need a minute,â you breath out, chest heaving and tears brimming.Â
âItâs okay,â Aaron says, âtake your time.âÂ
You turn around so fast, your breath catching, and you hate this situation. You could never hate Aaron but you hate this, you hate that he followed you and that heâs seeing you like this. You look weak, after two and a half years of trying to prove to him that youâre strongâstrong enough to handle this job, do what needs to be done, and not cry at a crime scene.
âI-Iâm sorry, I-âÂ
âWhy are you apologizing?â He doesnât sound mad, or like heâs belittling you, and you donât know why thatâs what you expected. This is Aaron, your Aaron, and even though heâs not really yours it doesn't seem to matter much right now.
âIâm making a scene. I-I shouldnât be throwing up on the job or screaming at those unsubs or anything else-â
âItâs okay. It happens.â Aaron says it so concisely, you almost feel better for a second. Isnât this what itâs always come down to? You need Aaron like air, and somehow he always knows what you need to hear. He doesnât treat you any differently compared to the others but it feels different today. You canât describe it in words. If JJ or Morgan had followed you out here, you would have said the same things, but you wouldnât have felt this way. Like if you crumble here today, Aaron will be there to pick you up.
âTake your time, please,â he repeats. âI know you think you have something to prove to me, but you donât. Youâve proven it already, to all of us. Admitting that all of this gets to you isnât a bad thing. Thatâs what separates us from them.â
At that moment, a dam bursts. Tears flow down your face like they havenât in so long, as long as you can remember. You think you should feel embarrassed, crying in front of your boss, but Aaron takes you into his arms and you canât remember the last time you felt this safe. Cheesy, you think, but this is everything I thought it would be and more.
Youâre not sure how long he holds you there, but eventually once the front of his shirt is covered in your tears and he offers you a tissue (Does he just carry this around waiting for one of us to cry?) and you head back together. This is the embarrassing part, you think, bracing yourself and biting your inner cheek. But if the team is judging you at this moment, they certainly donât show it.
You join JJ and Emily inside the house, who ask you if youâre okay when you sniffle for the last time. Spencer asks you later, on the way home. Derek tells you to call him if you need anything. Dave tells you, âYouâll be okay, kid,â and somehow, you believe him. Penelope texts you once on your phone, checking in and promising a distracting, gossip filled girlâs night out soon.
Aaron walks you to your car, and says goodnight. Youâre delusional, you think, once you're back at home. Youâve taken the longest, hottest shower imaginable and your record player is emitting the scratchy sound of your favorite Beatles album. Youâre in a big shirt thatâs getting wet while you brush your freshly cleaned hair and all you can think about is how it felt to be wrapped in Aaronâs arms a couple hours ago.Â
You are delusional, you remind yourself. Youâre checking your phone every couple minutes like a love-sick teenager. You think Aaronâs going to call you to check in, you almost feel it in your bones. You leave the ringer on incase he calls laterâmaybe he showered and sat down to work on some reports before sleeping. You fall asleep thirty minutes later, exhausted down to your bones, and wake up startled by your phone going off. In your sleepy delirium, you answer without looking who it isâassuming itâs Aaron.
âHotch?âÂ
âHey, sorry itâs JJ. We have another case, Iâm sorry.â
âOh, JJ, um, okay, I-Iâll be there in ten. Text the address, okay?â Your cheeks burn at the slip.
âI sent it just now. Listen, Iâm sorry, but can you try Hotchâs cell? I called and texted and heâs not answering.â You feel your stomach turn, first because Aaron isnât answering and he always answers, and second because JJ thinks heâll answer if you call.
âIâll try him now. Iâll call you back.â
You try him twice while changing and another time in the car. Your only explanation is that maybe he went to see Jack and put his phone away, but even that doesnât check out.Â
When you get to the scene, you inform the others about Aaron not answering.
âAlright, letâs split up for now and Iâll keep trying Hotch,â Derek says. They donât seem that worried, and maybe that lulls you into not worrying either. After all, theyâve known him a lot longer than you have.
You end up with Spencer and Emily at the doctorâs house, combing through patient files Garcia sent over. Thereâs tens of dozens, and even though you want to go with Emily to Aaronâs place to get him, you know your experience with kids and in the hospital is vital. You and Spencer start working, but something feels off. You just canât place it.Â
In the end, you attribute it to your nerves from the last case. Your fear of embarrassing yourself carried into today, and even though you know no one judged you for losing it in Canada, the feeling lingers. Spencer answers the phone from Emily and says that Hotch was busy with something at the bureau that now requires Emily too. In the end, you and Spence figure it out just in time. Your body is so tired, it hurts, and then on top of that, Spencer gets hurt. You can barely process whatâs happening, and you donât feel better until the doctor says itâs through-and-through.
âGod, Spencer, never do that again,â you say, your hands wet with the blood from his wound. You wipe it on your clothes, thinking youâll change soon.Â
âGuys, guys listen to me, somethingâs happened to Hotch.â The blood drains from your face and your breath stops in your throat.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âEmily told me not to say anything until we got the unsub, but heâs in the hospital.â
The next hour is a blur. You all show up to the hospital, and Emily is talking to a bunch of agents. Their faces are blurred because you can hardly think straight.Â
âEm? Is he okay?â your words must be coming out frantically because everyoneâs looking at you like youâre about to crumble.Â
âIâm sorry, I couldnât say anything because I knew we wouldnât be able to think straight about the case, I know itâs wrong but-â
âIs he okay?â You didnât mean to cut her off, it just happened like that. Your mind is so clouded right now with a petrifying vision of Aaron dying alone on the floor of his new apartment that he hates so much, while you were waiting for a call for him.
âHe-he hasnât woken up yet.âÂ
You sit on a chair by Aaronâs bed. He looks like heâs sleeping, and a part of you had always wanted to see him like this. It would be comforting, if he actually was sleeping. Youâd imagined it a little differentlyâyou thought for sure he snores and sleeps on his side. You always notice sleep lines only on one arm when you guys have just woken up and continue working on the case. You stare extra hard when he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt on particularly hot days. Everyone would moan and groan about another case in the heat of Texas or Arizona, but not you.
It seems like those memories were a million years ago.Â
When he wakes up, everyone pours in and it distracts you for a few heartbeats. When they realize what Foyet is actually after, the terror is apparent on everyone's faces. You realize how long itâs been since you last saw Haley and Jack when they finally step into the room. You and Emily leave to give them privacy.Â
Later that night, youâre back in that chair. Aaron wakes up for a few minutes at a time, and when he finally stays awake, he notices you.
âHow long have I been out?âÂ
âThirty minutes. Give or take.â
âIs there water?â
âYeah, yeah.â You scramble up to get the pitcher and pour him a glass. Thereâs a straw too, which you put in the cup and hold still for a second so he can drink.
âThanks.â
âYeah.â He can see all your emotions on your face. It doesnât take him long at all, not anymore. Youâve been crying and your clothes have blood on them. Heâs alarmed again.
âIs that your blood?â he asks, swallowing hard.
âNo, no, Hotch. We had a case, the-the unsub shot Spence. Heâs okay though, it just got on me and I havenât been back home to change yet.â
âWhy donât you? Go home?â
âI didnât want to leave you.â
âIâll be fine.â
âI let you go home alone yesterday and look what happened.â You smile meekly at your own joke, hoping he appreciates it. He lies still though, not smiling.Â
âI think you should go home. Get some rest after everything.â
âYou know, Hotch, only you would tell me to go home and rest up when youâre the one whoâs currently in the hospital.âÂ
âI just think-â
âDo you want me to leave? If you do, I will. I swear.â Thereâs silence between you two for a moment.
âNo.âÂ
âGood, because I wasnât going to.â The corners of his mouth turn up a little. You barely even notice it. âI canât leave now. I donât want you to sit alone here.â You should stop talking, you think to yourself. But you donât. âYou know yesterday, I got home and the whole time I sat there wondering if you were gonna call my cell. I even turned the ringer up all the way so I didnât miss it. And I know thatâs stupid because why would you call me? But I had this feeling. And now all I can think is why didnât I call you?â
âDonât think like-â
âDonât think like that? Yeah, I knew you would say that. But if I had called you like I wanted to, and asked you to come over like I wanted to, maybe this wouldnât have happened. But I didnât because I was scared and I donât want to be scared anymore. And I know this is the last thing you need to hear right now, but I guess I canât hold it in any longer.âÂ
You want to clamp your hand over your mouth. Your favorite cheesy rom-coms have infiltrated your brain, and you canât fathom how stupid you must sound right now to Aaron. Heâs just almost died and the kid who was the last to join his team is declaring love for him on his hospital bed. But it wonât stop coming out.
âCan I tell you something Aaron? I mean, more than I already have? Emily said she didnât tell me you were hurt because she knew I wouldnât be able to think straight about the case anymore. About anything, anymore, if I knew you were missing or that you were hurt or dead. And Iâve been trying to hide it for so long, because I know you donât need any more complications in your life right now, but, I think I have feelings for you, Aaron.â Hot tears stream down your face. You try to stop them but you canât. Theyâve been building up for two years.
âPlease donât cry. I donât have a tissue for you this time.â You smile through your tears, but your entire body is still tense. Itâs because youâre still expecting bad news, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.Â
âDo you want me to leave? I can call Emily, sheâll sit with you if you donât want to be alone.â
âI donât want you to leave. And you donât have to tell me these things, I already knew them.â Another few tears drip down your face. Aaronâs chest hurts more than it has ever before. He thinks back to your conversation on the jet that day, when you told him you cared about him and he hadnât said much of anything at all. âI hope you know that I have feelings for you, too.âÂ
âYou mean you care about me and the team?â you question half-heartedly. You think youâve already gotten your answer. âI mean I care about the team a lot. And I care about you more than I should, more than whatâs right. More than a superior should care about one of their agents. And I think if this hadnât happened, I would have called you last night. Not because of the case, because of you. Because I need to make sure youâre okay.â
Your heart thumps uncomfortably in your chest. Aaron reaches out his hand a little, and you take it into yours. You sit like that for a long time, and you know thereâs so much else going on, but a small part of you sighs in relief. Aaron is okay, and he feels about you how you do about him, and maybe everything will be okay in the end.Â
The months after Haleyâs funeral are tough for everyone. Itâs weird going to work and not seeing Aaron. Sometimes you inadvertently make a cup of coffee how he likes it and have no one to give it to. You started drinking some, even though it tastes bitter and terrible, it makes you feel close to him.
How stupid is that, you wonder one day, sipping the coffee and looking over files with JJ. If the rest of the team thinks you're stupid, they havenât shown any signs of it yet. Youâre sure they mostly feel bad for you and your pathetic behavior. Youâve gotten sloppy because you canât stop thinking about how Aaron is doing.Â
You and the team will go visit him and Jack at his new place. You make cookies, snickerdoodle for Aaron and oatmeal raisin for Jack.
âWhat kind of a kid are you?â you questioned, helping Jack scribble in his Captain America coloring book. Heâs munching on a cookie while you try to figure out what part of the shield is blue and what part is red. âI mean, who likes oatmeal raisin cookies at the tender age of 5?âÂ
âI did,â Spencer says, taking another one out of the tin.Â
âYou donât count, genius,â Morgan says, and then directs his gaze at you. âAnd I mean come on, no chocolate chip for me? None at all? That hurts.â
âI made you some like two weeks ago! I have a job, you know,â you fire back. Aaron laughs, eating the snickerdoodle after dipping it in milk. Itâs so domestic, you feel yourself staring. You only turn away when he catches you looking.Â
When he comes back, you wonder if itâll ever feel normal again. That silly routine you two had, the chairs on the jet near the coffee machine that you still sit in, walks to your car.Â
At first, it just feels strange. So much has changed yet the teamâs dynamic remains the same. You get through cases with the same ferocity you had when you first started, eager to prove your worth again. Your reports detail every detail and then some, and you stay even later than Aaron some nights. You need something to focus on, and your cases seem like the best option. The other option is to have another conversation with Aaron about your feelings and you think you might die if that happens.
When it finally does happen, itâs plenty embarrassing. You were so sure about your theory about this unsub, so sure that he would confess if he was confronted about his crimes and reminded of the humanity of his victimsâthree little kids, all under ten. Maybe thatâs why it bothered you so much, and thatâs why you stormed into the residence even though the rest of the team was screaming at you not to. In the end, you talk him down, but Aaron runs in behind you anyways and nearly spooks the unsub into suicide.
âYou do not have the authorization to make calls like that,â Aaron yells at you, and though you had once thought you would die if he yelled at you, itâs all too easy to yell back.Â
In that moment, when you had known what would happen, dealing with your area of expertise, he stormed in and questioned you and your abilities as an agent and as a profiler.
âI donât need authorization, I knew what would happen, and I knew how to talk him down without this ending in gunfireââ
âI donât care what you think you knew. This is a team, and we donât make decisions that jeopardize a case without agreeing on it!â âYou mean you have to agree with every decision I make? I had it handled, Hotch, you almost blew that whole thing up because you didnât believe in me!â
âThatâs not what this is about,â he fires back, and it feels strange to be yelling at you. He canât recall the last time heâs ever done this. The rest of the team is just packing up in the police station, trying not to overhear but not really having any choice in the matter.
âYes it is! You donât trust me! Not to make decisions for this team and for our cases, or for anything. You just proved that back there. You donât trust me.â Itâs happening again. Tears brew in your eyes. They spill down before you can stop it. Aaron softens before your very eyes at the sight of them. âStop! Stop feeling bad just because now Iâm crying, theyâre not tears for you, theyâre angry tears and I canât control it-â
âOf course, I trust you.â His voice has dropped from a yell to just above a whisper. âHow could you think that I donât?â
âIâm not stupid, Aaron. I know what Iâm doing. My plan was going to work and you shot me down in front of everyone because you didnât believe in me,â you say between tears. âNothingâs changed.â
âAnd what do you think would happen if you stormed in there and I lost you too?â His voice is gentle. You hadnât noticed that he was so close to you now. You can see the eyelash on his cheek and feel the heat radiating from his body.Â
âThatâs not what this is about.â
âThat is exactly what this is about. You think I donât trust you, so I wonât let you walk into a confrontation alone? That I think you donât know how to profile, how to handle these unsubs, so I get into a screaming match outside a crime scene? Tell me, does that check with any of my behavior in the years Iâve known you?â
âI donât know, Hotch, I donât profile you.â
âYou call me Hotch in front of everyone, and especially when youâre upset with me. When itâs just us you use Aaron. You know how I take my coffee even though Iâve never told you, because you pay attention even when no one else is looking. Cases with children affect you the most, especially when it takes us longer to work them, because you think you should be quicker and figure out the unsub faster since you worked with kids before joining the team. You remember the little things everyone says because you donât want them to think youâre not paying attention to them. You cry about cases when you feel like thereâs something more you should have done, even though thereâs nothing else any of us can do. And you cry about me the most of all, that time on the jet, in the hospital, and just now because you think I donât share your feelings. You think I know all this because Iâm profiling you, but itâs not. Itâs because I pay attention to those whom I love.âÂ
Shell shocked. You are shell shocked at Aaronâs speech, eyes wide and mouth open. Youâre sure the rest of the team, hidden behind a bulletin board and the conference table is much the same.Â
âIâm going to kiss you now. And thatâs the end of the conversation about me not trusting you, okay?â You nod dumbly. Aaronâs lips are sweet and taste like his coffeeâblack, with two sugars. You feel another tear falling but itâs only because you hadnât expected any of that.Â
âThat took long enough,â David says from behind the partition.Â
and voila <3
#spent my sunday writing this while rewatching season 3#putting off prep for my grad school interview b/c this is so much better <3#hope everyone likes it#criminal minds#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotcher imagine#hotch#hotch imagine#aaron hotch fanfiction
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