#I'm going to bed in a sec I swear

[here-on-occasion]

hey so dya think the reason sylvie couldn't kill loki is bc he was the first person she ever met who didn't have to die

[hanniewho]

⋆˚࿔ Vivid Dreams𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆˚࿔ Summary: You told your roommate about your vivid dreams, but now you don't think it's a dream anymore.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Notes: I'm sorry for not posting for a few days. I got caught up with my graphic design project, and I had to walk around the city to take pictures, and my feet are killing me. I'll answer some of you guys' request ASAP 🙏

𐙚˙✧˖° Words: 6.0k

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ Warnings: Noncon, Creampie, Overstimulating, Fingering, Degrading, Name calling (slut), P in V, Squirting, Slapping, Slight choking in you squint, Manipulation, Telling her that you love her as she fuck you w/o your consent, Porn mentioned, Spitting. (Lmk if I miss anything :3)

⋆✦ Pairings:Pitfighter g!p Vi x Afab reader and a bit of jinx(your roomie)

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

"You know, I've had the strangest dream again," you murmured, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Your roommate, Jinx, barely glanced up from her book, a non-committal "Mm-hmm" her only response as she flipped a page.

"It's always the same, you know? This...this woman with the most piercing eyes I've ever seen. She's powerful, dangerous even. And she keeps telling me things I don't understand." You paused, watching Jinx's reaction, hoping for something, anything that suggested she was actually listening. But her gaze remained glued to the book in front of her.

"Jinx, are you even listening to me?" you sighed, a hint of frustration tinting your voice.

Your roommate, Jinx, looked up from her book with a sheepish grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "Huh? Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a sec. What were you saying?"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but return the smile. "It's fine," you said, standing up from your bed. "It's probably just my mind playing tricks on me anyway." You walked over to the small kitchenette and began rummaging through the cabinets for a snack to curb the early morning hunger pangs. The apartment was silent except for the faint rustle of pages turning as Jinx went back to her book.

As you pulled out a box of crackers, she looked up, suddenly alert. "Oh, uh, hey, have you had someone over last night?" she asked, her tone casual but the curiosity in her eyes unmistakable.

You froze mid-reach, crackers in hand, and turned to face her. "What? No, why?"

Jinx's cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of red as she hastily closed her book. "Well, uh, it's going to be awkward, but last night when I was fixing my gun, I heard some... sounds coming from your room." She paused, searching for the right words, then blurted out, "It sounded like you were having sex, or I- ARE YOU WATCHING PORN?" The accusation hung in the air, awkwardness thickening like smoke in a closed room.

You stared at her, crackers forgotten in your hand. "What? No, I was just sleeping!" you protested, feeling your own cheeks grow hot. "What makes you think that?"

Jinx bit her lip, her eyes narrowing as she studied you. "Well, it's not every night I hear someone going 'plap, plap, plap' in there," she said, mimicking the sound with a teasing smirk. "It's like someone's slapping a fish around or something."

You furrowed your brows, utterly confused by her accusation. "Jinx, I was alone. I swear," you said, your voice firm. "It's probably just the pipes or something." But even as you said it, doubt began to creep in. The dream had felt so real, so vivid. Could it be more than just your subconscious playing tricks on you?

Jinx's smirk faltered, and she leaned back in her chair, eyeing you skeptically. "You sure?" she pressed, her curiosity not quite satisfied.

You nodded, setting the crackers on the counter. "Positive," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "I was just sleeping." But the memory of the dream washed over you again, the feeling of fullness and the sound of your own voice crying out in pleasure echoing in your mind. It had been so intense, so real, that you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than just a vivid fantasy.

Jinx leaned back in her chair, her curiosity piqued. She tapped her chin with a finger, her eyes drifting off into the distance as if piecing together a puzzle. "So, about your dreams," she began, pausing to gauge your reaction. "What really happened?"

You turned to face her, the memory of the dream still lingering in your mind. The woman from your dream, her eyes so intense and filled with passion, had felt so real. "It's nothing," you replied, trying to brush it off, but your voice betrayed you, shaky and uncertain.

Jinx's eyes searched yours, and she leaned forward, placing her book aside. "Look, if something's going on, you can tell me," she said gently. "You know I'm not going to judge."

You sighed, feeling the weight of the secret pressing down on you. "It's just...it's so weird. In the dream, she was...doing things to me," you admitted, your voice dropping to a whisper. "And it didn't feel wrong, or scary. It just felt...good."

Jinx's gaze softened, and she reached out to place a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. Dreams are just that - dreams," she assured you, her voice soothing. "But if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you."

You took a deep breath, weighing your options. You hadn't told anyone about the dreams, not even your closest friends. But there was something about Jinx that made you feel like you could trust her with the darkest of your secrets. So, you decided to take a risk and opened up. You recounted the dream in detail, the way the mysterious woman had taken you in her arms, the sound of her breath against your neck, the feeling of her hips grinding against yours. Jinx's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't interrupt, just nodded along, listening intently.

When you finished, you felt both relieved and embarrassed. You avoided eye contact, focusing instead on the crackers you hadn't realized you were still holding. "It's just so... intense," you murmured, fidgeting with the box. "I don't even know who she is, and yet she's all I can think about."

Jinx was quiet for a moment, processing your words. Then she leaned in, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, what does she look like?" she asked, a playful lilt to her voice.

You described the woman from your dream: her short, spiky hair, the muscular physique that spoke of strength and agility, and the piercing gaze that had you feeling both vulnerable and safe. As you talked, Jinx's expression grew thoughtful. "Hmm," she murmured, her eyes lighting up with an idea. "I might know someone who fits that description."

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through you, and you turned to face her fully. "What? Who?"

Jinx's grin grew wider as she leaned back in her chair. "My sister," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Vi. She's got that same look in her eyes when she's... concentrating. And she's definitely got the moves."

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Vi. The woman from your dreams had the same name as Jinx's sister? It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? "Vi?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Your sister?"

Jinx nodded, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yeah, you know, the one who's always breaking down doors and causing a ruckus?"

You felt your cheeks flush hotter. "I-I don't know what to say."

Jinx leaned forward, her grin morphing into a smug smirk. "Well, if you're that interested, I might be able to arrange a meeting."

You stared at her, your heart racing. "What? No, I didn't mean..." You trailed off, your thoughts tangling in a mess of excitement and anxiety. "It's just that the dreams are so intense," you protested weakly.

Jinx's smirk grew knowing. "Intense, huh?" she said, her tone teasing. "Well, if you're ever curious about the real deal, you know where to find her. But maybe you should tell her you're a fan first."

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. "I don't know if I could handle that. Besides, it's just a dream," you said, trying to convince yourself more than anything. But the way Jinx's eyes gleamed with mischief had you wondering if there was more to the story.

Jinx shrugged, picking her book back up. "Suit yourself," she said, her tone light. "But if you ever change your mind, just let me know."

The rest of the day was a blur. You couldn't concentrate on your classes or your studies, your mind a tumult of thoughts and sensations from the dream. Was it possible that Vi, the woman from your dreams, was actually Jinx's sister? And if so, what did that mean? Was your subconscious playing a cruel trick on you, or was there some deeper connection at play?

That evening, as you lay in bed trying to fall asleep, the memory of Vi's powerful embrace consumed you. You felt the ache between your legs, the same ache that had been present every time you woke up from the dream. It was maddening, and yet you couldn't ignore it. The desire grew stronger, and before you knew it, your hand was moving under the covers, exploring the wetness that had gathered there.

You opened your eyes to the darkness of your room, the sound of your own breathing echoing in your ears. The dream had been so vivid, you could almost feel the weight of Vi's body on top of you, her strong thighs pressing into yours as she moved in a rhythm that was both fierce and tender. The sensation grew more intense with each passing moment, your hips bucking against the pressure of your hand.

Suddenly, the room was flooded with light, and you gasped as the figure from your dreams leaned down and kissed you hard. "Oh fuck, you're awake," she murmured against your lips, her voice a gruff whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. It was Vi, just as you had imagined, her short hair a wild mess around her face, her eyes glinting with a mix of surprise and desire.

You stared up at her, heart pounding in your chest. This couldn't be real, could it? You tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but all that came out was a strangled sound. Vi pulled back, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "You okay?" she asked, her voice softer now.

You nodded, still unable to form coherent words. She was really here, in your room, her body pressing down on yours, her cock still inside you. You felt a mix of fear and excitement, unsure how to react.

Vi studied you for a moment before a slow, knowing smile spread across her face. "I see," she murmured, her eyes darkening. "You liked it, didn't you?"

Your body seemed to respond of its own accord, your hips moving slightly, the friction of her cock still buried inside you sending waves of pleasure through your body. You couldn't deny it, not with the evidence of your own arousal so clear. "I-I don't know," you stuttered, but the words lacked conviction.

Vi leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "Lie to me again, and I'll make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow," she whispered, a hint of a threat in her voice that only served to excite you further. Her hand slid down your body, cupping your ass and squeezing gently. You gasped, your eyes widening with surprise.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks - this wasn't a dream. This was really happening. You felt the weight of her body pressing down on you, the solidity of her cock still embedded deep inside you. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air, and you could feel your own wetness mixing with hers.

Vi took your silence as consent, her smile growing more wicked. "Good," she murmured, and began to move again, her hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as she filled you up, the sensation of being claimed by someone so strong and dominant overwhelming.

Her hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and crevice with a hunger that was palpable. Each touch sent sparks of electricity through your nerves, making you squirm and gasp beneath her. You felt vulnerable and exposed, but instead of fear, a heady mix of desire and excitement took over.

Vi's eyes bore into yours, the intensity of her gaze stealing your breath away. "You're so fucking beautiful," she murmured, her voice a gravelly growl that resonated deep within you. The way she said it, it didn't feel like a lie or a line; it felt like a truth she had discovered and couldn't help but voice.

Your body responded to her words, your muscles tightening around her cock. She groaned, her grip on your hips tightening as she pushed deeper, her movements becoming more urgent. You felt a thrill of power, knowing that you had this effect on her, this powerful, almost mythic figure from your dreams.

Her hand slid up your body to cup your breast, her thumb flicking over your nipple. You arched into the touch, the pleasure shooting straight to your core. Vi's eyes never left yours, watching your every reaction with a hunger that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

As she picked up the pace, you felt your orgasm building, the pressure growing with each thrust. You bit your bottom lip to keep from screaming, the intensity of the sensations threatening to overwhelm you. You could feel her own need, the tension in her body as she held back, drawing out the moment.

Your hands clutched at the bedsheets, your nails digging into the fabric as you tried to anchor yourself to reality. But it was no use; you were lost in the haze of pleasure that Vi was creating. Her movements grew more erratic, her breathing ragged as she approached her climax.

You felt your own orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in your stomach. You didn't know if you could handle this, didn't know if you wanted to. But your body had a mind of its own, responding to her touch like it had been starved for it.

Her hand slid down to the juncture of your thighs, her fingers finding your clit and beginning to rub it in a rhythm that matched the pounding of her cock. You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure grew too intense to bear. You could feel your muscles clench around her, desperately trying to hold onto the sensation, to keep her inside you forever.

Vi's movements grew more frenzied, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck," she muttered, her voice strained. "You're so tight, so wet." The words only served to fuel your desire, and you found yourself bucking your hips up to meet her thrusts, your body begging for more.

The sound of your skin slapping against hers filled the room, a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to resonate in your very bones. You could feel your orgasm approaching, a storm of sensation building inside you, ready to break.

Vi's hand on your clit was like a masterful conductor, guiding you closer and closer to the edge. Each stroke was precise, each touch a masterpiece of pleasure that had your toes curling and your back arching. Her teeth grazed your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and you knew you were moments away from the most powerful climax of your life.

Your body tensed, muscles coiling like a spring ready to release. With one final, deep thrust, Vi sent you over the edge, and you screamed out her name, the sound muffled by the pillow you had shoved into your mouth to stifle the noise. The pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing around her, clenching her cock like a vice.

Vi's own orgasm followed closely behind, her hips bucking wildly as she filled you with her release. You could feel the heat of her seed inside you, a strange, primal sensation that only added to the intensity of the moment. Her breathing was harsh and ragged in your ear, and you realized with a start that she was whispering your name, her voice filled with a raw emotion that didn't quite match the cold, calculating demeanor she usually had.

As your body began to relax, she leaned back, her eyes never leaving yours. With a sudden movement, she pulled out of you, making you gasp with the sudden emptiness. Before you could react, she brought her hand down in a harsh slap across your pussy, the sound echoing in the silent room. Your eyes snapped open, and you jolted at the unexpected pain and pleasure that shot through you.

Vi smirked, watching the shock play out across your face. "You liked that, didn't you?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Her hand hovered over your sensitive flesh, and you held your breath, waiting for the next slap. "I said, did you like it?" she pressed, her voice low and demanding.

You nodded, unable to form the words. The sting of her hand had sent a jolt of pleasure through you that was almost unbearable. You felt your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

"So, you liked that, huh?" Vi's smirk grew wider as she watched you squirm beneath her. She slapped your pussy once more, this time a bit harder, and you gasped aloud. "You're going to get used to this," she murmured, her voice a dark promise. "Being used like a cumdump by a girl you never even knew existed."

Your eyes watered from the pain, but the ache between your legs grew stronger. You felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, knowing that she had taken you without your consent but finding yourself desperate for more. "Vi," you whimpered, not knowing what else to say.

"That's right," she said, her voice low and smoky. "Call me by name, let me know who owns you now." Her hand moved to grip your jaw, tilting your head up to look at her. "Open your mouth, pretty girl," she ordered, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement.

You obeyed, your mouth opening slightly, unsure of what was to come. Vi leaned down, her spit glistening in the soft light of the moon filtering through the curtains. With a flick of her tongue, she sent a wad of saliva into your mouth, watching as you closed your lips around it. The taste was surprisingly warm, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Swallow," she demanded, her grip on your chin firm. You did as you were told, the act strangely intimate and degrading all at once. Her saliva slid down your throat, leaving a trail of wetness that seemed to echo the wetness between your legs. Vi's eyes never left yours, her gaze a mix of challenge and triumph.

The reality of what had just happened began to sink in. You had been taken by your roommate's sister, a woman you had only ever dreamt about, while you were unconscious. It was a violation, a betrayal, and yet your body sang with satisfaction. You were torn between anger and a desperate need for more.

Vi leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. "You want me to stop?" she whispered, her voice a dark caress. You hesitated, the words on the tip of your tongue, but the truth was that you didn't. You were scared, yes, but also unbearably turned on. You bit your lip and shook your head, and Vi's grip tightened. "Good," she murmured, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

With that, she slammed back into you, her cock filling you completely. You couldn't help but moan, the feeling of being stretched to your limits sending shivers down your spine. Your nails dug into the bedsheets as she began to fuck you with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and lust. You had never experienced anything like this before, and yet you found yourself craving it, your body moving in time with hers as if you had been doing this for years. You felt like a ragdoll in her powerful grip, utterly at her mercy.

Vi's hips ground into you, her movements unrelenting as she claimed your body over and over again. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your core, making your toes curl and your breath hitch in your throat. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to process the sensations, but all you could do was feel. Feel her, inside you, dominating you.

Her hand found your throat, her thumb pressing against your pulse. "Look at me," she whispered, her voice a hoarse demand. You opened your eyes, meeting her intense gaze as she continued to fuck you, her thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles against your skin. The intimacy of the gesture was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the roughness of her movements.

The pleasure grew, a crescendo of sensation that you couldn't fight. You felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, and you whimpered, your body desperately seeking release. Vi's eyes never left yours as she drove you closer to the edge, her own breathing growing heavier, her strokes more erratic.

Her thumb pressed harder against your throat, and the sudden rush of fear only heightened the pleasure. You could feel your heart racing, your body responding to the mix of pain and pleasure in a way that was almost primal. "Beg for it," she growled, her voice thick with need. "Tell me you want it."

Your voice was hoarse from the gag of pleasure, but you managed to force out the words. "Please," you whimpered, "I want it."

Vi's grin grew wider, the power in her gaze never wavering. "Good girl," she purred, her hand tightening around your neck, the pressure just shy of painful. "You're going to come for me now."

Her words were a command, and your body obeyed. You felt the orgasm crest over you like a wave, your muscles clenching around her cock as you were consumed by the most intense pleasure you had ever felt. Your eyes rolled back in your head, a keening cry escaping your lips as you shuddered beneath her, the sensation of her thumb on your throat only amplifying the intensity.

As the climax washed over you, you felt a sudden gush of wetness, your body squirting out a warm jet that soaked the bedsheets and made Vi gasp in surprise. She stilled for a moment, her eyes going wide before a grin of pure satisfaction spread across her face. "Fuck," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "You really are something else."

You lay there, panting and trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure still rolling through you. Vi leaned down, her breath warm against your neck, and whispered, "I'm not done with you yet." Her teeth grazed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hand left your throat and slid down to your clit, her fingers beginning to rub it in a slow, teasing circle.

You moaned, your body already responding despite the fear and confusion clouding your mind. "No," you managed to gasp out, pushing feebly at her chest. "It's too much, I can't..."

Vi just chuckled, the sound low and dark. "You think I care?" she murmured, her eyes glinting with a sadistic excitement. She slapped your pussy again, harder this time. "I didn't ask if you could take it," she said, her voice a harsh whisper. "I'm going to use you until I'm satisfied, and you're going to take it all."

You whimpered, your body already beginning to respond to the mix of pain and pleasure. It was wrong, you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help the way your hips lifted to meet her hand, the way your breath hitched in anticipation of the next blow.

Vi's grin grew, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's it," she murmured, her voice a dark purr. "You're going to be such a good little slut for me." She slapped you again, the pain making your vision swim before pleasure flooded your senses, your body arching off the bed.

Her fingers slid back inside you, pumping in and out with a rhythm that was relentless and punishing. You could feel her knuckles brushing against your clit with each thrust, sending sparks of sensation shooting through your body. You moaned, the sound muffled by the pillow still pressed to your face.

As the pleasure mounted, you felt something inside you snap. The words you had held back for so long, the words you never thought you'd say to someone like Vi, tumbled out of your mouth. "I love you," you whimpered, the confession weak and pathetic.

Vi's movements stuttered, her eyes widening with shock. For a brief moment, she seemed to freeze above you, the hand that had been so brutally claiming you going still. Then, she leaned down, her voice a low rumble. "What did you say?"

You repeated the words, your voice stronger now, though still a whisper. "I love you, Vi." It was the truth, and you didn't know why it was, but it was as clear to you as the moon outside your window. The woman who had just violated you in the most intimate way possible had somehow stolen your heart in the process.

Vi's expression softened, her eyes searching yours for a sign of deception. But all she found was raw, desperate need. Her hand stilled on your clit, her cock still buried inside you. "You don't know what you're saying," she murmured, though there was something in her tone that suggested she wasn't entirely convinced.

You shook your head, the tears of pleasure blurring your vision. "I do," you insisted, your voice a broken whisper. "I love you, Vi. I don't know why, but I do."

Vi stared at you for a moment longer, her eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt or fear. But all she saw was the truth of your words, reflected back at her in your glassy gaze. With a groan that was almost a growl, she leaned down and claimed your mouth with hers, her kiss brutal and possessive.

Her tongue invaded your mouth, tasting the sweetness of your submission as she began to fuck you once more. Each stroke was deep and hard, a declaration of ownership that resonated through your very soul. You moaned into the kiss, your body responding eagerly to her touch.

Vi's hand slid down to cup your ass, lifting you up to meet her thrusts. The angle was perfect, sending her cock deeper with each powerful push. You felt the head of her cock brush against your g-spot, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head. "Mine," she growled against your lips, claiming you in every way possible.

Your legs wrapped around her waist, holding her tight as she ravaged you. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and her grunts of effort. It was a symphony of lust and dominance that you never wanted to end.

You gripped the headboard tightly, the wood digging into your palms as you tried to hold on to something, anything, in the face of the overwhelming pleasure. Each time she drove into you, you felt like you were being split apart, only to be put back together with a new piece of her embedded deep within you.

Her hand left your ass to wrap around your throat again, the pressure increasing slightly as she pulled back, only to slam into you with even more force. You could feel her getting closer to her own release, her body tensing and her breathing growing ragged.

With a whine of desperation, you reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from your throat and instead guiding it to your chest. You needed more, something to anchor you to the world as your body was lost in the maelstrom of pleasure she was creating.

Vi's hand complied, cupping one of your breasts roughly. You moaned into her mouth, feeling her palm against your sensitive flesh, the calloused pads of her fingers grazing your nipple. The feeling was almost too much, your body already on the edge of another orgasm.

With a growl, she broke the kiss, moving her mouth down to your neck. She bit down, hard enough to leave a bruise, and you couldn't help the whine that escaped your throat. She soothed the sting with a flick of her tongue, her teeth scraping against your skin as she moved to your collarbone.

Her hand squeezed your breast, her thumb flicking your nipple in a way that sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You felt the pressure building again, your body responding to her every touch, her every move. It was like you were a marionette, and she held all the strings.

Vi's rhythm grew more erratic, her breathing harsher, and you knew she was close. You tightened your legs around her, pulling her deeper, silently begging for her to let go. You felt the head of her cock pulse inside you, and the pressure was too much to bear. With a scream that was muffled by the pillow, you came again, your body shaking with the force of it.

This time, the orgasm was accompanied by a gush of wetness that soaked the bed and spattered her face. Vi chuckled darkly, her hand coming down to pat your pussy gently as if she were praising a pet that had performed a trick. The sensation was strange, almost tender amidst the harshness of her fucking, and you squirted again, the warm liquid hitting her cheek and mixing with the sweat already there.

Vi's strokes grew harder, more demanding, as she neared her own climax. You could feel her cock swelling inside you, her hips slamming into yours with a force that was almost painful. Your eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure grew too intense to handle, your teeth digging into the pillow to keep from screaming.

Suddenly, she pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and exposed. You looked up to see her stroking her cock, her eyes never leaving yours. "You want me to cum inside you?" she asked, her voice a mix of challenge and temptation.

You nodded, unable to find the words to answer. Your body was on fire with need, and the idea of feeling her fill you up was almost too much to bear. Vi's eyes narrowed, and she leaned back in, lining herself up with your entrance. With one final, powerful thrust, she sank back into you, her cock pulsing as she reached her climax.

You felt the warmth of her release flood you, filling you completely. It was a strange feeling, one that was both humiliating and thrilling. Your body was no longer your own; it was hers to use and abuse as she saw fit. And as she emptied herself into you, you realized that you had never felt more alive.

Vi pulled out slowly, her cock leaving you with a wet pop. You felt the emptiness keenly, your body already missing the feeling of being filled by her. She sat back on her haunches, her chest heaving, and looked down at you with a smirk. "You're mine now," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Before you could react, she leaned down, her hand moving between your legs. You felt a finger slide into your pussy, and then she was scooping out the cum that had leaked out, her gaze never leaving yours. The act was strangely intimate, a claiming of your body's response to her. She brought her hand up to her mouth, her eyes never breaking contact as she licked the cum from her finger with a slow, deliberate motion.

"You taste so sweet," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to have more." The words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. You had no idea what she had planned for you, but you knew it would be intense.

You looked up at her, trying to gather the strength to protest. "Vi, please," you gasped, your voice weak and trembling. "I can't take any more."

But Vi just smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. She leaned down, her face inches from yours, and began to pepper your cheeks with gentle kisses. Each one was like a butterfly's touch, light and feathery, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking she had just given you. She kissed your eyelids, your nose, the tip of your chin, her lips moving with a tenderness that was almost tender.

Her hand continued to play with your sensitive folds, her thumb circling your clit lazily. "You're so beautiful when you come," she whispered, her voice a soft caress. "I could watch you all night."

The gentle touch was too much, your body already overwhelmed with sensation. "Please," you begged, not sure what you were asking for. Whether you wanted her to stop or keep going, your words hung in the air, a silent plea for mercy.

Vi's eyes searched yours, the smirk slowly fading into something softer. She leaned closer, her thumb still circling your clit with a maddening gentleness. "Can I- can I kiss you?" you asked, the question barely a whisper.

For a moment, she seemed surprised, the tenderness in your voice reaching something deep within her. Her hand stilled, and she looked at you, really looked at you. Then, with a nod, she leaned in, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that was gentle and searching. It was a stark contrast to the brutality of the past moments, a kiss that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken promises and dark secrets.

Your body responded instinctively, your arms wrapping around her neck, pulling her closer. You tasted the salt of her sweat, the tang of your own arousal on her mouth. It was a heady mix that only served to heighten your need for her. Vi's hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, her fingers threading through your hair as she deepened the kiss.

For a moment, you forgot about the pain, the fear, the confusion. There was only the two of you, lost in a passion that seemed to burn brighter than the sun. Your bodies melded together, moving in a silent dance that spoke of a connection that went deeper than just flesh and bone.

Vi's thumb began to move again, her gentle strokes sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You moaned into the kiss, your hips lifting to meet her hand. She broke away, her breath hot against your cheek as she whispered, "Do you want more?"

You shake your head, "I really can't." Your voice was barely audible, a soft protest against the onslaught of desire that was consuming you. But Vi was insistent, her hand moving faster, her eyes never leaving yours. "You can," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "You're stronger than you think."

Your breathing grew more ragged, your chest heaving as you struggled for air. The room felt like it was spinning, the pressure building inside you like a volcano ready to erupt. You could feel the blood rushing to your head, the world going dark around the edges. "Vi," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea. "I'm gonna pass out."

But she just chuckled, her eyes never leaving yours. "Not yet," she murmured, her thumb moving even faster. "I want to watch you come one more time."

Your body was on the edge, teetering between agony and ecstasy. You couldn't take it anymore, but somehow, you also couldn't get enough. Vi's thumb was a brand on your clit, her hand moving with a precision that seemed to know every secret of your body. You felt the pressure building again, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.

"Come for me," she whispered, her voice a dark caress. "Come for me, my little slut." The words sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your core, and with a scream that you didn't recognize as your own, you did. Your body arched off the bed, your back bowing as the orgasm hit you like a freight train.

You felt yourself tightening around her hand, your pussy clenching and pulsing as you spasmed beneath her. Vi's eyes were alight with triumph and hunger, watching the show she had orchestrated with a greed that was almost palpable. She didn't stop, her thumb still working your clit as you rode the waves of pleasure.

The orgasm was unlike anything you had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. Your toes curled and your nails dug into the bed, the fabric tearing beneath your grip. The room was a blur of sensation, your thoughts scattered to the four winds as you lost yourself in the feeling of her hand on you.

Vi's thumb didn't relent, the steady rhythm keeping you on the edge of the cliff, unable to pull back from the precipice. Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as she pushed you further than you had ever gone. "Vi," you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea. "Please, I can't."

But she just grinned, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. "You can," she whispered, her breath hot against your cheek. "You're going to come for me until I say stop."

Your eyes rolled back in your head, the world going fuzzy around the edges. You couldn't take much more of this, you were sure of it. Each stroke of her thumb was a brand, a mark of ownership that seared into your very soul. But as much as your body protested, it also craved more. The pleasure was an addiction, and Vi was your dealer.

Her hand was relentless, the strokes coming faster now, the pressure increasing until you thought you might shatter. You felt another orgasm building, a monster in the depths of your core that threatened to consume you. "No," you moaned, your voice weak and trembling. "Please, no more."

But Vi wasn't listening, her eyes locked onto yours, her expression one of pure, unbridled lust. She leaned down, her mouth capturing yours in a kiss that was almost gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness of her hand. You could feel her smile against your lips, the warmth of her breath mingling with your own.

The pressure built, your body a tight coil of pleasure and pain. You felt yourself slipping away, the edges of your vision going dark. "Vi," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I can't..."

But she was unrelenting, her hand moving faster, her thumb a blur against your clit. You felt yourself falling, the world around you fading into a sea of sensation. You tried to hold on, to keep your eyes open, but it was like trying to grasp at water. The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, dragging you under and leaving you gasping for air.

As the pleasure consumed you, your vision went dark, the room spinning out of control. You felt yourself slipping away, the last of your strength leaving you. Your body went limp, the tension draining from your muscles as the world grew quiet. The only thing you could hear was the distant sound of your own ragged breathing.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the uncomfortable weight of your clothes. You were fully dressed, your pajamas sticking to your sweat-soaked skin. The bedsheets beneath you were new and clean, the smell of fresh laundry filling your nose. For a moment, you wondered if it had all been a dream, a twisted nightmare that had felt all too real. But then you felt the ache between your legs, the sticky mess that was a testament to what had just transpired.

With a groan, you pushed yourself up, your muscles protesting the sudden movement. Your body was sore, a delicious reminder of the relentless pleasure Vi had wrung from you. The room was quiet, the only sound the distant echo of the city outside your window. You knew you had to face the music, had to tell Jinx what had happened. So, you took a deep breath and slowly slid off the bed.

Your legs wobbled, threatening to give out beneath you, but you managed to stay upright. Each step towards the door was a battle, your body still pulsing with the aftermath of your encounter. You didn't bother to smooth your hair or straighten your clothes; you knew that your disheveled state would be the first clue that something was amiss.

As you opened the door, the cool air of the corridor hit you like a slap in the face, jolting you fully awake. You stumbled into the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. Your heart was racing, your thoughts a chaotic jumble of lust, fear, and confusion. You had to tell someone, but who? Jinx was the only one you could trust, but how could you explain?

You could hear her laughter from the living room, the sound echoing down the hallway like a taunt. She seemed to be talking with someone, her voice a mix of amusement and something darker that you couldn't quite place. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You had to tell her, had to make her understand what had happened.

As you stepped into the room, you saw Vi sitting on the couch, her legs sprawled out in front of her, looking as if she owned the place. Jinx sat next to her, a smug smile playing on her lips as she glanced up at you. "There you are, sleepyhead," she said, her tone mocking. "Soo, about yesterday when I told you about my sister, here she is!"

Jinx's elbow jabbed into your side, and she winked. "Well, have fun guys," she sing-songed, her voice dripping with mischief as she got up and left the room, shutting the door behind her with a snicker. You stared after her, your mind racing. What was she playing at? Did she know what Vi had done to you?

Vi looked up at you, her eyes glinting with a knowing look that sent a shiver down your spine. She had the audacity to smile, a smile that was both sweet and sinister. "Hi," she said, as if you were two strangers meeting for the first time. "Nice to finally meet you."

[materia-girl88]

Third Date Shenanigans

18+, minors dni

you're on your third date with bucky and a little mishap and shared clothing leads to some good times

warnings: smut smut smut, oral (f and m receiving), fingering

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Bucky Barnes didn't have many weaknesses. Having a past as traumatic as his and pushing through to become a better person tended to strengthen someone.

However, you may just be his undoing.

Your third date was a more relaxed affair, the two of you enjoying some dinner you made together and watching a movie at Bucky's apartment.

You were both sat on the soft cushions of his couch with crossed legs, facing each other with bowls of spaghetti balanced on your laps as you talked and laughed.

It was nice.

However, things took a turn when you were both laughing over a story you were telling from your days in college, and as you were lifting a forkful of your pasta to your mouth the noodles slipped and slid down your shirt.

The surprise of it caused you to jump, and in turn your bowl tumbled and your jeans were ruined too.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, Bucky." you huffed, using your napkins to clean the mess on your lap. Thankfully none had gotten on the couch. "I swear I'm so clumsy sometimes. I knew we should've ate at the table."

Bucky let out a laugh as he set his own meal aside on the coffee table and helped you, "It's okay, doll. It happens."

Once the mess was cleaned, you both take in the damage done to your clothing.

While the noodles were cleaned up, there wasn't much saving the saucy mess left on the fabric of your shirt and jeans.

"Well this sucks. I guess I'm gonna have to go early so I can clean up. I really am sorry," you sighed, aggravated with yourself.

Bucky looked over you contemplatively for a silent moment before speaking.

"I could let you borrow some clothes if you want? We're just staying in to watch a movie. It's no big deal," he shrugged.

You bit your lip at him before a small smile spread across your face.

You really hadn't wanted to leave him this early anyways.

"If you really don't mind?" you said, and the way you peered at him through your eyelashes made his chest flutter.

"Not at all, one sec," he stood, heading to his bedroom and grabbing a black t-shirt and some sweats, taking his time to change into his own comfy clothes so you didn't feel alone, then leaving a quick scratch to his cat Alpine's head where she was snoozing on his bed before heading back you.

You smiled at his change of clothes and stood as he came back before you took the ones handed to you. As you passed him you raised on your toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek and give him a soft "Thank you" before you head to the bathroom.

He took the time that you were in the bathroom to clean up your dinner and head back into the living room to set up his newly acquired Netflix account.

He was settled back on the couch by the time you came out and all he could think as it was probably a good thing as he may have fallen over otherwise.

"The sweats were too big even when I tied them," you said, flushing as you fiddled with the soft fabric of the shirt that fell to just above your knees, you bare legs poking out underneath, "Is this okay?"

He couldn't help but have to swallow down the lump in his throat before nodding, "Yeah, it's uh. It's no problem at all."

You smiled shyly as you made your way to him, curling back up on the couch with your knees tucked under you.

The dark metal of his vibranium arm moved to grab the blanket he had on the back of the couch, bringing it to you.

"Don't want your legs to get cold, doll" he said and watched as you gratefully took the blanket and spread it over your lap.

You both bickered playfully on what movie you would watch before settling on an old horror movie that you loved and Bucky hadn't seen before.

You weren't long into the beginning of the film before you had scooted into his space, his flesh arm winding around you.

"I love this movie but I always forget how much it freaks me out," you said, looking up at him and a grin.

"It's a good thing I'm here, then," he said, leaning down to press a soft peck to your lips.

Your first kiss had been after your second date, chaste and with a taste of wine that you both had enjoyed at the restaurant you had gone to and since then you had been nearly craving the next one.

"My hero," you said softly, leaving one more kiss to his plush mouth before leaning on his shoulder.

Everything was going great.

Until, that is, you had shifted to get into a more comfortable position and stretched your legs out over Bucky's, letting the blanket rest on both of your laps.

It was meant to be an innocent cuddle, but the feeling on your warm smooth legs against him as you were now practically propped up on his lap was slowly becoming a distraction, his thoughts becoming clouded as the scent of your perfume overtook him, and he couldn't help the tightening he felt in his sweatpants.

Especially when he had risked a glance at you and saw a flash of dark blue lace where you hadn't realized that your shirt had ridden up some.

You could feel his eyes on you and you turned to look at him, wanting to make sure he was still enjoying the movie.

You couldn't help the way you froze when you saw the look in his eyes, hungry yet apprehensive.

"Bucky?" you asked softly, but you let out a surprised gasp as he leaned in and kissed you again, his lips harsh this time.

You couldn't help but let your eyes slip closed as you responded, shifting to wrap your arms around his neck.

Even if you were shocked at the slam of his lips, you weren't upset by it in the least.

You couldn't help but press your thighs together when you felt the slick heat of his tongue against your lips and you were quick to open up to him, letting it brush against yours.

"God, angel. You don't even know what seeing you in my shirt and feeling you against me is doing to me, do you?" he growled as he pulled back just enough to speak.

Your pupils were blown and your lips were red, a bit of stubble burn on your chin, but you loved it.

"I think I have a notion of it now," you said with a breathless laugh.

You made the move this time, leaning back in to kiss him again.

Before you even realized what was happening you were laid back on the couch, head resting on a throw pillow as he positioned himself between your thighs.

His shirt had fully ridden up to your hips now and he couldn't help the groan he let out at the sight of the dark blue panties you wore, a patch of fabric in the middle nearly black with arousal.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his vibranium hand on your right thigh. He wanted nothing more than to trail his fingers upwards and feel the warmth of your skin and the wetness of your need. He was grateful that having full sensation to match his flesh arm was one of the touches added in when he got this arm in Wakanda.

You smiled at him, a bit nervous, and nodded.

"I don't want to...do everything. Not tonight. But you can touch me, Bucky. I want to touch you. I trust you," you told him.

He grinned down at you before he kissed you once more with more heat and need than any of your previous ones.

A soft moan left you as his hips shifted and pressed against you and you reached down, your hand grabbing the metal of his on your thigh, and began to slowly push it towards your panty covered mound.

Your lips broke from his as he cupped you, a gasp leaving you at the sensation.

It didn't deter him as he began to trail his lips to your jaw and then your neck, soft sucks and kisses left to the smooth skin there, leaving marks that you would admire later on.

"Bucky, please," you whimpered, hips moving as he began to rub circles into your wet panties.

He pulled back from you, a whine leaving you as he gripped the bottom of his shirt that you wore, waiting for your nod of permission before he pulled it up and tossed it away.

Your nipples hardened in the cool air of the room and he couldn't help but admire you as he let his flesh hand come up to cup one of your full breasts, wasting no time in getting to work playing with your perked nipple.

At one particularly sharp pinch to it you moaned, back arching.

"Stop teasing me and do something," you huffed.

A chuckle left him as he leaned down to peck your lips once more.

"As you wish, doll."

His lips began back on their trail down your neck but this time they continued on, leaving kisses to your chest and licks to your nipples until you were squirming, before kissing his way down your belly.

When he got to the edge of your panties, he glanced up at you.

"Can I taste you?" he asked, lips brushing your abdomen as he spoke and causing your muscles to tense.

You bit your lip.

"Nobody's ever done that before," you told him, a bit embarrassed over it.

You were by no means a virgin but no guys you had been with before had ever taken an interest in giving oral, even if they received it themselves.

He shook his head.

"That's a crime, baby. I could live between these thighs." he said, turning to press a kiss to the thigh on his left, "We don't have to, but I would love to."

Fuck, this man was a dream come true.

"I want to. With you, I want to," you told him, and a grin graced his beautiful features.

He went back to trailing kisses along the waistband of your underwear before pulling back, hands sliding up your thighs and to your hips, grabbing the fabric and sliding it down.

You helped him get rid of them, lifting your hips and laughing as he tossed them carelessly over his shoulder.

You were naked beneath him now and you let out a yelp as he tugged you closer, your thighs being slid over his shoulders.

You had no time to say anything before you felt warm heat sliding over your clit.

"Oh," you gasped, thighs seizing at the sensation.

Your hands flew to the messy hair that was currently between your legs, fingers entwining in it while his head moved.

His tongue ran from your soaked entrance up to the hard bud of your clit.

"Doll, you taste amazing," he groaned against you, leaving a quick suck to the pulsing bud, "It's a shame nobody has done this for you. I could feast on this pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

A breathy laugh escaped you before it turned into a moan as he got back to work.

"Bucky, holy shit," you whined, and he had to use one arm to rest over your hips as he worked to keep you still.

His free hand soon joined in and he pushed one, then two fingers into your soaked entrance, stretching you open. He explored for a moment before finding the spot within you that had you yelling out your release.

He continued flicking his tongue against your overstimulated clit until you couldn't take it anymore and you pulled him away gently.

He looked up at you, and you were sure your flushed cheeks matched his.

His lips were swollen and glistening but you didn't care as you pulled him up to kiss you, humming at the taste of yourself on him.

Your fingers fisted the fabric of his shirt and pulled it up a bit, "We're a bit unevenly matched here, babe."

He hesitated for a second before letting you pull the shirt off of him.

Your eyes landed on the scar of where his arm used to be where it met the dark metal of his artificial one.

You met his eyes for a moment before leaning in, kissing the gnarled skin.

"You're beautiful to me, Bucky." you told him and a soft smile graced him.

You leaned back up to brush your lips against his as you spoke.

"Now, lean back so I can suck your cock," you commanded softly.

Bucky didn't think he had ever moved so fast, leaning back and taking in the glory of your nude body laying in front of him.

You could see the evidence of his need pitching a tent in his pants and you sat up, quickly switching roles so now he was laying back as you hovered over him.

You leaned down and kissed him as your hands wasted no time in finding the waistband of his pants, tugging them down to expose his cock.

Your jaw dropped at the sight, easily the biggest you've seen.

But you were up for the challenge.

Your right hand came down to wrap around him, barely able to make it all the way around, and you laughed at the soft grunt he let out.

"This is impressive, baby." you told him as you began to stroke the hard length of him.

You straddled his thigh so you could reach him easier and you couldn't help but grind yourself against it just a bit, feeling arousal grow in you once more at the sight.

Bucky was unable to speak, jaw slack as he watched you.

After stroking him for a moment longer you leaned down and let your tongue come out, licking him from root to tip and feeling pride swell in you at his groan.

Your lips wrapped around the tip of him and you sucked, letting your tongue dip into the slit.

"Fuck, doll, you're gonna kill me," he growled, eyes nearly black with arousal.

A giggle left you, causing him to moan once more at the vibrations of it.

Your eyes closed as your head began to bob on him, cheeks hollow as you went.

Your hips began to pick up their pace as you ground on his thigh and he lifted it to help you get a better angle.

The feeling of your moans around him were driving him wild and he grasped the back of the couch with his metal hand, the wood base creaking with his strength as his flesh hand went to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your lips wrapped around him.

You opened your eyes to glance at him through your eyelashes, your free hand that wasn't holding him coming up to tease his balls, and he was done for.

"Goddammit, baby" he growled, and tried to tug you back in case you didn't want him to come down your throat.

You shook your head, speeding up both your mouth on him and your hips, determined to come at the same time as him.

A shout left him as he came down your throat and you whined as you ground your soaked pussy onto him, releasing for a second time.

You took a page from his book and suckled on his tip until he pulled away, unable to take it anymore.

You sat up straight, licking your lips before crawling up to lay on his chest, your naked bodies pressed against each other.

He grabbed the blanket you both had been using before, pulling it over you both before glancing at the movie on the TV that was now scrolling through the credits.

"I think date three was a success," he teased, and you laughed as you propped your chin on his chest to look up at him.

"I can't wait to see what date four brings," you said teasingly, leaning up to kiss him.

[coc0amocha]

🔞 Clit warming || "Just returning the favor"

Some under the table heating, juuusstt for you. He considers it an "act of service in repayment for your good deeds." And yes, that's exactly how he words it

Boyfriend!Satoru X Fem reader

Word count: 586

18+ mdni CocoaMocha 18+ mdni

Satoru layed lazily spread out on the bed, looking at you with adoring eyes as you sat across the room, hunched over your desk and engrossed in your work. The minutes ticked by, then the hours, as you toiled away, oblivious to his presence. You were so focused you haven't paid much mind to lil' ol' Satoru.

But he had a brilliant idea to solve that problem. For someone who doesn't think much, he didn't seem to go many places without one of those. Granted, some of those ideas not actually being very brilliant.

He sat up, the mattress creaking and dipping under his weight as he got up and strided his way over to your desk. Rolling the chair you were in back a little so he'd have space "'scuse me" he said softly, though it sounded like it was tinged with mischievous intent

"What're you doing, toru? I have to finish this" You responded, irritated and trying to tip-toe and scoot your chair back into place

"I'll put it back in a sec'" He said innocently as he crouched down and took a place under the desk, pulling the chair back in "I won't be distracting"

You narrowed your eyes at him "What are you up to now.."

"Nothing, I swear!" He whispered faintly but urgently as he began to fiddle with your pants, zipping them down

"Satoru!!" You squealed, your hand flying down to grip his wrists "Not right now.." You murmured

He looked up from under the desk, giving you puppy eyes and batting his snowy lashes at you "Please, sweets? It's not what you think. Y'know how you always keep me warm? Think of it like I'm returning the favor"

Your brows furrowed "How is that even supposed to–"

"–work?" He finished for you, a sly smirk forming on his face "Let me show you" he said as he unzipped your pants fully and slid them down to your ankles. Next came your panties, which he only pushed down partially before perching up on his knees and resting his chin on the chair between your legs and inhaling deeply, his warm breath ghosting over your skin as he peered up at you

Before you could even get a word in he placed his mouth against the hood of your clit, your breath hitched in your throat as his mouth closed around you. His tongue just resting there. As much as he wants to, he won't move at all. He did swear he wouldn't be distracting, and he's a man of his word...Sometimes...Rarely.

He remained maddeningly still, even as you twitched against him. A soft moan escaping your lips every now and then. And you tried to focus, you really did. You had all these spreadsheets and deadlines.. but all you kept thinking about was the heat coming from between your thighs and the weight of his head cushioning your increasingly sensitive skin.

He relished in every soft gasp and moan that left your mouth while you tried to keep working. And he'd happily stay put until you were done with your work, whether it took minutes or hours. As long as he got to taste you properly after – which he would figure out how to get his way..He was totally okay with this.

"You're insufferable.." You murmured, only for him to hum happily against you in response. You could hear the 'you know you like it' without him even having to actually say it. And it made you roll your eyes.

[sturns-4-life]

Cut it: M.S

Summary: Matt's on live while you're laying on his bed, bored. You decide you want to tease him. And boy is that fun.

Warnings: unprotected sex, bratty!reader, rough dom!Matt, use of y/n, pet names(I think), rough sex, degrading, slight praise, doggy style, missionary, spanking, slapping. Lmk if I missed anything!

Requested? || Yes by @solarsturniolo

Word count: 1,042

I don't know how this happened but it did. And I'm currently getting eaten out by Matt as if he were a starving man.

𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠…

"Fuck!" I hear Matt yell from dying in his game. I roll my eyes and continue scrolling away on TikTok.

Matt has been playing games with Nate and Chris (Nick's with Madi at the mall) for who knows how long.

"Matt, you know you have a girl in your bed? Most people would love that fact and at least give her five minutes of attention.”

All he says back is. 'in a sec, one more game' for the tenth time. "You said that an hour ago!" I say in a whiny tone.

"It hasn't been an hour, you're being dramatic." I roll my eyes as he says that. His eyes never leave the screen for a second.

Suddenly I get an idea. I walk up to him from behind and hug him; his camera on Discord isn't on, so no one can see what's going on.

I purposely drop my phone under the desk. "Oops, sorry." I say to him as I go under the desk to 'grab my phone'.

As I'm 'picking up my phone', I start to slowly slide my hand up his thigh. "Y/n, stop." I look up at him with the most innocent look ever. "Stop what?”

He looks down at me, I can tell he's pissed. Then looks back at the game. I move my hand to his crotch and start rubbing it. "Y/n." I ignore him.

I slip my hand into his sweatpants and start to slowly pull them down. "Y/n, don't start." I once again ignored him. As I start palming him through his boxers.

"Y/n, 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩." Still ignoring him, I start to slowly pull his boxers down, as I hear him let out a soft moan.

"We moanin' now?" I hear Nate say with a laugh, as Chris laughs with him. "Shut the fuck up." I wrap my hand around his length.

"Y/n, I'm serious. you don't want me to have to teach you a lesson, do you?" I roll my eyes. "You won't do shit." That was it.

He pulls me up onto his lap and mutes his mic. "You wanna be a little whore and pull that shit when I'm talking to my friends, you gonna get fucked like one.”

He sits me on his desk and starts to pull my shorts down. "Mat-" "-Shut up, slut.”

𝙀𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠…

"Matt! Fuck." I move my hand to the back of his head pushing him deeper. “Hands by your sides or I swear I'll tie them up.”

“But I don't wanna!” I say in a whiny tone, again. I watch as he gets up and grabs handcuffs and a rope.

Why does he have that? I don't know. But I do know I'm in deep shit. “Matt, no. I'll stop.”

“Too late.” He grabs my wrists and cuffs them together. ”Matt!” “Stop fucking whining.” Where did it come from? I don't know, but he then puts a blindfold on me.

He picks me up and throws me onto his bed. Everything's quiet for a second, besides the sound of the front door opening and closing.

The sound of Madi and Nick's laughter fills the house. Matt then puts his hand over my mouth. “Don't make a fucking sound.”

Without warning I feel him pound into me, causing me to scream into his hand. “Fucking slut, told you to stay quiet, didn't I?”

Unable to form words at the time, I nod. “And did you stay quiet?” I shake my head ‘no’. The second I do I feel a hard slap to my cheek.

“Use your fucking words” “No! I didn't!” I feel him start to pick up his pace, his hand going down to rub my clit as I let out another moan.

“Fuck! I'm gonna cum.” No response. His pace quickened even more until he finally said. “Hold it.” I wanted to, I really did. But knowing how much it'll piss him off.

I still did it, letting out a loud moan as his movements came to a stop. Another slap landed on my cheek. “Did I say you can cum?”

I shake my head ‘no’, again. *𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗣* “Use your fucking words.” “No! No, you didn't.” *𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗣* “So why did you?” “I don't know–” *𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗣*

“Not an answer.” “I couldn't hold it!” *𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗣* “Fucking whore, turn around, baby.” Not wanting to piss him off more, I turn around. Face down, ass up.

*𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗣* I felt another hard smack again, but this time it wasn't on my face. But on my ass instead, feeling him pound back into me at the same time.

“Matt! Slow down!” With that, he quickened his pace. Causing me to let out a louder moan. “You want me to?” Another slap to my ass. “Yes! Fuck!” “You should have thought about that before you decided to be a whore and touch up on my dick while I'm talking to my friends.”

Another slap. I felt him grab onto my hands from behind as he quickened his pace even more. “Matt! I'm gonna cum!” “Hold it. I'm serious.” I let out a loud whine as he starts to rub my clit again. “I can't! Please.”

“Go ahead. Cum for me, baby.“ I let out a loud moan as I cum on his cock, feeling his pace quicken as he reaches his climax. Hot spurts of his load fills me up as he slowly pulls out.

“You did so good for me, baby” Unable to form words at that point I simply nod. My phone buzzed once, then twice. As I check my phone, I see two text messages.

One from Madi, one from Nick.

Fuck.

At least Matt's mic was muted. Well, that's what we thought.

Author's note! I lowkey hate this but it's for my baes 🤭 Chris and Matt anon

Tags: @immattsslut @tashasmywife @cindylcuwho @nicksgirlfriend

Dividers: @plutism

[a-simple-imagine]

Moonlight across the Windowsill

requested by anonymouses: "reader sneaking teen Van in through her window, and just trying to have her over without getting caught by reader’s parents"

combined with

" Teen Van Palmer thinking that reader and Tai are dating,(into each other) reader has to knock some sense into Van that she likes her"

pairing: teen!van palmer x fem!reader

words: 5.2k

A/N - I'm not sure about this one or maybe I'm just insecure about my writing rn idk. this is my 7th van palmer fic, you guys not getting sick of them yet??

WARNINGS - Swearing, vague allusion to a volatile home life, homophobia and confusion about feelings

Nine PM. That is what the clock says as you slump further down in your seat. An array of paper paired with the books you had borrowed from the library, scattered across the small desk space, illuminated by the harsh yellow of a desk lamp. It feels like you have been sitting here forever. Trapped in an endless discussion about the themes and symbolism within old Shakespearean plays and how best to present them. Taissa had always been very bossy regarding school projects, but it's outweighed by her innate desire to be right. Her opinion held more value than anyone else's. So, no matter what you suggest, the other will simply tell you that it is a good suggestion before explaining how her idea was superior. At this point, you would much rather escape to the comfort of your bed, but you had to finish your half of the work before tomorrow, or Taissa would have your head on a stick.

"I just don't think-" An abrupt bang against your window almost makes you drop the phone. Pausing the conversation to look around your otherwise empty bedroom.

"Think what?" Taissa questions.

"Sorry, uh," You turn back to your work, raising the phone to its correct position against your ear. "that we need to go into that much detail if we want-" Another bang makes your heart leap. "one sec," dropping the telephone down onto the desk, you cautiously approach the window. Peeking out slowly in case it was some weirdo or a mass murderer. Even more surprising, you find Van Palmer standing in your garden. Butterflies immediately start to flutter low in your stomach. This couldn't be real. Why would Van be at your house this late? She waves up as you push the window open, hands perched on the sill as you lean out.

"Van?"

"Hey," She whisper yells.

"What are you doing here?" You yell back, trying to be as loud as possible without disturbing your parents. The girl just shrugs. "How did you even find my house?"

"Asked Shauna." What? Was Shauna just giving out your address willy-nilly to the other girls on the team? "Can I come up?"

"I don't know- give me one second." You rush back to the phone, hauling it to your ear. "Tai?"

"Hello?"

"Can I call you back?"

"Why? What's happening?" She wonders. "We need to finish this project."

"I know- I'll be quick."

"You better call me back," Tai insists. "You know how easily distracted you can get."

"Alright- yep, bye,"

"Bye-" Words cut off as you drop the phone back down against the receiver. Going back to the window, you now find Van clinging to the windowsill for dear life. Did she climb up the wall to your room? Was she insane? You hadn't even said she could come in.

"Jesus, you're fast,"

"Can you... help me- up?" Reaching for her upper arms, you take some of her weight and awkwardly assist in her dumb decision to scale the side of your house. Hands slapping against the floor, legs dangling outside, she crawls slowly onto your bedroom floor. You take a few steps back to give her space, unable to hide the confusion on your face.

"What are you, Spider-Man?"

"Maybe," Van says, standing up and brushing herself off. "This would be the part where you patch me up and we ignore the unbridled sexual tension as you so lovingly take care of me."

A joke that makes your cheeks burn. "Are you hurt?" Her head shakes. "Then what are you doing here?"

"Oh, so if I were, you would take care of me?"

"I mean... yeah, probably." Was she expecting anything different? "Wouldn't want you bleeding out on my floor."

"Good to know,"

"What are you doing here?" You ask again. "What if my mom came to the window instead?"

"Your parents are downstairs. I could see them when I walked past," Van explains. "The light was on up here, so had to be you."

"What if it had been the wrong house?"

"But it wasn't," Van insists, a flash of her pearly whites. You search her face for some kind of explanation. Like her eyes would tell the story of why she was climbing through your window at nine at night. They were red around the rim, a little bloodshot. Puffy cheeks with a hint of a shine in the dim light.

"Have you been crying?" It was obvious she had been, but what was the cause? Your eyes narrow. Inspecting further, but the red head spins sharply on her heel, breaking your view.

"Can I... stay here tonight?" Your heart beats a tad faster. Ambushed by the question. Could you really say no to a girl who needs help? Someone, you just said you would help if she needed it? Smart. Sneaky.

"I don't- I'm not sure my mom will let you. It's so late and a school night, so..."

"She doesn't have to know." Van takes a few steps around your room. Eying the walls. Judging your space.

"Van-"

"I'll sleep on the floor and leave real early."

"Van." It was one thing to hide a person for a couple of minutes, but all night? That was work. You were never particularly sneaky. And if your parents asked, you weren't sure you could lie convincingly.

"Please, "A frantic plea with a sharp turn. She is no longer smiling. You see sorrow in her eyes. Sincerity. Desperation. "I can't..." You wait for her to continue, but she doesn't. She won't. Swallowing down any sort of confusion. You cannot send her away. It would be cruel.

"Okay," you nod a little. "But you have to be quiet." You don't know what your parents would do if they knew you were letting people sneak in through the window. They obviously wouldn't throw Van out on the street, or at least, you hope they wouldn't. You would probably be in trouble, though, and you didn't want that. The corner of her lips curl up ever so slightly.

"I can do that." Your gaze lingers on her as she continues her journey around your room. How long had she been wandering around? And why did she decide to come to your house, of all people? You weren't exactly super close. Not in the way she is with some of the other girls.

"Are you hungry?" You ask. It felt like the best way to help right now, but she just shrugged. "I'll go see what we have. You stay here. You can borrow some clothes if you want."

It's a relief to exit the room. Hesitating against your closed door like you've trapped some kind of monster inside. Your stomach is surely making it feel that way. Anxiety like an endless pit. Fuelling every step as you navigate the halls of your home as quietly as possible. It was weird to think of the girl upstairs. Van Palmer was in your house. In your bedroom. Admiring your possessions. Looking through your things. You had always found Van to be a particularly interesting case. She wasn't quite like the other girls you knew from the soccer team. She was clumsy; imperfect. No desire to hide the messy parts. With bright red hair and the style of a teenage boy, you've always admired her. Wasn't afraid to express herself. Make jokes. Tease the guys. Van was special, but being around her made you nervous. Perhaps that's why you weren't as close as you might like. She makes your stomach churn. Your cheeks flush. Your heart beats that little bit faster. As you enter the kitchen, you half expect to hear your mom's voice. Each slow step in anticipation of your inevitable capture. But all is well as you open the cupboards and search the fridge. You find a sandwich that was probably for your lunch tomorrow and decide to take it. You could just make another in the morning. Grabbing a plate before sneaking back up the stairs and into your room. Van is still wondering about although she seems to be particularly interested in your mirror.

"This you?" You find a space on your desk to place the sandwich as you walk over. Your mirror was decorated with decade-defining stickers of varying electability alongside different photographs. Van has honed in on one in particular and is offering it out. It shows two kids standing on the sidewalk at night. One was dressed as a blue and red robot. The other is a yellow robot. They both had jack-o'-lantern-shaped plastic buckets in their hands.

"Yeah, that is," you point to the little yellow one, "and that's Shauna, believe it or not."

"Shipman?" You nod, looking down at the picture. It's a really old photo, but adorable.

"Mhmm, don't ask why we're dressed as Transformers. Probably my dad's idea." You express fondness.

"I didn't know you two had been friends that long,"

"Oh yeah, for as long as I can remember," You and Shauna had a long history. Your parents, as far as you were aware, had been friends before you were even born, so it's no surprise that you two ended up friends. You spent a lot of time together growing up. Always at each other's houses. Holidays spent with each other's families. You weren't together as much as when you were little. Jackie Taylor probably played a part in that, but you were still close friends. Your moms were still friends. "My mom has whole albums of us together." You step forward to take the picture back up and admire the rest. They ranged from when you were small to the present day. Photographic evidence of your growth.

"Cute," Van comments. "Where's that from?" She points to a small strip you got from a photo booth. It had three photos in succession of you alongside Taissa. You were just messing around. Killing time. It was one of the more recent additions to your collection.

"A while ago. She was staying over, and my mom dragged us to the mall." You shrug. "We look cute. I really like how they came out."

"You have a lot of pictures." She declares, looking entirely around herself as if your entire room was just covered in photographs. It wasn't. But there were quite a few. You like having little moments of the past scattered about. They transport you back to a happy instant.

"I'm sentimental," You giggle a little.

"And yet none of me," Van adds casually. "Must not like me." A bold question as she takes the plate from your desk and sits on the edge of the bed. Placing it down in her lap.

"I- I wouldn't say that." You respond quickly. It wasn't a result of not liking Van. Quite the opposite in fact. You didn't really have any pictures together anyway.

"Seems like it," She takes a big bite

"Van,"

"I'm just messing with you," Mumbled out through a mouthful of bread. Thankfully, she swallows before continuing. "There's so many of you and Tai."

"Well, we're friends, so,"

"That's all?"

Your brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

Van shrugs, taking another bite. "Thanks for the food."

You debate inquiring further, but decide not to dwell on it. Some things were better left unknown, and maybe she did mean nothing by it. "No problem. Sorry, it's not more. I couldn't find much."

"This is fine." You let her enjoy tomorrow's lunch. Awkwardly standing in the middle of the room with no idea where to go from here. What does one do when a stranger seeks comfort in their room at what is now almost ten? Should you ask? Do you even have the right to? Her showing up like this surely gives you that right.

"So..." Hummed softly as you took a seat next to her on your bed. "Do you wanna tell me why you just showed up at my house?" Van's movement stops, dropping what's left of her sandwich onto the plate. You're looking at her, keep her head down.

"I was just wandering about." She eventually responds. Voice especially reserved.

"So late?" It was nineish when she arrived. Your parents trusted you, but they would never let you wander the streets alone at this time of night.

Van turns to you. "Sorry."

All you can do is sigh. Not exactly the answers you were looking for. "Don't apologise. I'm just worried about you." You watch Van finish off her food. They really were such a mystery to you. It's only now, as you sit in silence, do you notice the addition to her outfit. A navy blue hoody with the school mascot on it. You're pretty sure she was only in a T-shirt before. "Is this hoodie mine?"

"Yeah, you said I could borrow something, but nothing was really my style. Found this in the back." Must be an old hoody, you don't even remember ever wearing it. "That okay?" You nod, getting up, and you decide to return to your project. You had wasted about an hour dealing with Van. Valuable working time. "What are you working on?"

"Homework," You tell her. "Tai and I have a project due, and before you interrupted, we were discussing my part. I don't have much left."

"Oh, I will stop being a distraction then." Your eyes survey the work you left spread out, trying to recollect your thoughts from before. Trying to remember what you and Tai had been discussing. You should have been finished by now. Could have been in bed. It's harder to focus with another person in the room. It feels like you're being watched, but you get to work as best you can. You can hear van rustling about behind you like a restless puppy. You try to ignore her. Tai will be mad if you don't finish.

"Are these all yours?" You glance back to find Van leaning over the edge of your bed, rooting through a box she'd half dragged out from underneath. "You have so many." She has pulled out a black VHS tape. Most of them are probably your parents, you weren't much of a collector. Your parents bought you films you really liked.

"Some are my parents, they get mixed up easily- why are you under my bed?" She puts the tape back but continues looking through the others.

"Bored." Van declares.

"It's only been like five minutes," Maybe ten, but the point still stands that it hadn't been very long.

"That's basically forever." She pulls out another tape, opening the case briefly before examining the back. "Can we watch one?"

"It's a little late," You insist. Van drops the tape and pushes the box back under the bed. Dangling over the edge, you turn back to your work. "Can you stop?"

"Why? What are you hiding down here?"

"Nothing- I don't know- just stop." You hear her chuckle. Peeking back as she sits up.

"You're so silly," Van comments. You wonder if that's a compliment or not. "Can we do something fun?"

"You can sit quietly while I finish this." You propose. "That's fun."

"Boring," She sing songs loudly.

"Shush," You huff. "My parents are gonna hear us." Van sighs loudly this time and you do the same. "Van, I really need to finish this. Tai will kill me if I don't."

"Always about Tai." Van hums. "What about me?"

Gosh, she was relentless in her pursuit of disrupting your workflow. You glance back at her, sitting cross-legged in the middle of your bed. Why was she so bothered by your friendship with Tai? "I'd also like not to fail." You express. "Why don't you try going to sleep or something?"

"You hate me."

"I don't hate you,"

Van smiles playfully. "Can I have some paper or something?"

"Why?" You question. Knitted brows.

"Something to do while I wait," She shrugs. A piece of spare paper and a small pencil from your case, you offer them out. Van crawls across the bed to collect the items.

"Can you let me finish now?"

"Course," Thankfully, Van Palmer seems to be a woman of her word this time around. As quiet as a mouse as you flip through pages and scribble things down. You're tempted to call Tai, but it's late, and with Van here, it would just feel awkward. You manage to finish, but not before the clock shows eleven. You should probably head to bed. If your parents come upstairs and find your lights still on, they'd probably tell you off. Turning back to Van, she's now lying down on the bed with all her attention on whatever she is working on. You stand up and walk on over. Lying down on the bed right beside her. Looks like she was drawing a picture. You reach for the paper, and she stops, but doesn't stop you; you pull it away to inspect it. It was clearly a person or an attempt at one, at least. Rough lines of graphite intersect much softer strokes.

"Whose this?"

"You," answered plain and simple. Suddenly, the lines come together in your brain, creating an image as she describes. A picture of you. Messy and imperfect, but she still chose to draw you.

"Me?" You question quietly, although it was mostly rhetorical. "Why did you draw me?"

"You looked pretty." Heat rushes to your face. The thumping of your heart. Van rolls over onto her back, looking up at you now. "It's not very good. I was just messing about."

"I..." All the words you can think of die in your throat. A testament to the power of a compliment when it comes from the right the right person. Lucky for you, Van changes the subject.

"So you're done with your work?"

"Uh," You place her drawing down, looking over at her. "Think so."

"So now what?"

"Bed." Answered plainly. "We have school tomorrow, and my mom will probably come in at any minute."

"Boring," She groans, but at least it's quieter than before. You ignore her, grabbing a pillow off your bed and tossing it on the floor alongside your blanket.

"Sorry, you have to stay on the floor. I'm just worried about my parents seeing,"

"It's fine," The redhead rolls onto her front before getting off the bed.

"Do you need another pillow or more blankets? I probably have some somewhere." You offer. Van is already making herself comfortable on the floor. Fluffing up the pillow and wrapped herself up in the blanket. You watch her for a moment. The blanket was pulled all the way up to her shoulders. A soft smile on her lips. A bad feeling about the fact that you're making her sleep on the floor. It can't be very comfortable, but if your mother comes up and sees her, you'd be in a lot of trouble. Getting down, you switch off the light before climbing back into bed. An eerie stillness envelops the room as you lie snuggled up in your bed. This wasn't how you saw your night going. Didn't expect to have Van Palmer sleeping on your floor. You wanna know more. Worried about why she'd be walking the streets at night, but you also don't wanna force her to talk about it. It feels awkward having her down there. You wonder if she is feeling it too.

"Van?" Asked quietly. Cautiously. "Are you okay?"

"Yep, it's not so bad down here. I can see all the secrets you keep under the bed." She teases. Ever the jokester. It's off-putting to your true intentions.

"Did..." Was it even your place to ask? What if she takes it the wrong way? Your fingers tighten around the fabric of your duvet. Holding it like a protective shield around your body. "Did something happen at home?"

The silence that follows makes your stomach churn. Had you overstepped? Did she get you now? "Everything's fine." She bites. "We should sleep."

"Okay," You say quietly. Sinking further into the bed. "You... you can talk to me, y'know? If you ever want to." Van doesn't answer. You don't bother her with it anymore. But you can't help but peek over the side of the bed. She's turned away from you. A strip of moonlight made the deep red of her hair almost glow in the darkness. You really should have shut the curtains or something. You linger a moment. Admiring her in her calmness.

"Do you like Tai?" She questions abruptly. Catching you in the act of staring as she moves to lie on her back. Immediately, you retreat back to safety.

"W-What?"

"I won't tell anyone, I swear," Van declares rapidly. "Just kinda seems that way."

Does it? Is that the impression your friendship gives off? "No," said a little too defensively. Too sharp not to seem offended. "No. Why would you say that?"

"Tai is beautiful and cool? You have like a million photos of her and you're always around her," Van explains. "Like I get it. Better than anyone."

You table your suspected crush on Tai to pull the focus back to Van. "What do you mean better than anyone?"

"Are you serious? Half the school thinks I'm a dyke. I don't really try and hide it."

You'd be lying if you said you had never heard rumours about Van, but that was just childish gossip. This was Van actually confirming it.

"How did you..." You hesitate. Voice quieter. "Know?"

"I think I've always sorta known," Van replies. "Also, the first time I saw Jessica Rabbit was crazy," You laugh a little at the thought of a very young Van Palmer being in love with a cartoon. It was cute. "I've never really met anyone like me, though, but then I saw how you are with Tai. Got me thinking. I'm nothing like Tai."

"Van, I don't like Tai," You state. Tai was really great, but you've never really thought about her that way. It had never been crossed your mind. Then again, maybe that was more because you didn't like to think that way at all. It seemed almost shameful to think of girls that way. Like you're doing something wrong. The only time those thoughts seem to get loud is when you're around Van. She makes them harder to push down with her cute, stupid little face. Her stupid, infectious smile. Every time she makes a dumb joke or makes a clumsy mistake.

"My bad," Van interrupts your thoughts. A faint creak hits your ear. "I-"

"Wait," You shush her. A tense silence. Maybe you misheard? Your bedroom door creaks open a crack. Your parents must be heading to bed. They always check. Lucky for you, it's not a very thorough one tonight. Your door closes again, and you let out a relieved sigh. You had gotten away with it. Peering over the edge, Van's eyes are closed tight. "Van," You whisper. She doesn't respond. You wait. She doesn't respond. Guess the conversation is over. You don't want to continue probing. She looks so peaceful, but there's no way she was asleep yet. "I think... I might like you," You admit quietly, expecting some kind of reaction. Any kind of reaction. But she doesn't so much as flinch. So you move back and settle back into bed for a good night's sleep.

You wake up early the next morning, disturbed by the gentle pitter-patter of footsteps in your room. Rubbing at your sleepy eyes before they flicker open, squinting in the premature morning sun. "Van?" Her name is but a sigh from your lips.

"I should go before your parents wake up," Van insists. "Thanks for letting me stay."

It's too early. How was she so awake? She's lingering by your window, and you're suddenly worried about her falling. "You can use the front door, Spider-Man."

A noticeable smile. "You sure?"

"I'll walk you out." You push up, struggling to stifle a yawn.

"No, it's cool," She replies. "Sleep, I can see myself out."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," She heads for the door. "I'll see you at school."

"Okay. The spare key should be on the hook, just make sure you put it back."

"Will do, MJ." And with that, she exits the room. It's not hard to fall back asleep after Van leaves. You were plenty tired after last night.

The morning is relatively uneventful. You keep expecting your parents to bring up the secret girl you had in your room, but they don't. Everything progresses normally. You even manage to arrive at school with plenty of time to spare. The minute you step through the door it feels like you're immediately greeted by a very intense Taissa Turner. Bright-eyed and ready for a full day of school before the weekend.

"So?"

"Good morning to you too, Tai," You mumble sarcastically. She falls into step as you walk through the building.

"Did you finish or not?"

Of course, that's her main concern. "Yes, it's done."

"And it's actually good?"

"Tai," you groan loudly, an abrupt stop as you turn to face her. "Can we do this later? It's too early."

"What even happened? You never called me back," Her eyes search yours for an explanation, you sigh and continue walking.

"Yeah, sorry,"

"You're the one who wanted to call," She follows, now a step behind. "said it'd help you work better, then you just hang up on me."

"Gotcha." An arm flung over your shoulder drags you flush against another person. Its Van. She's caught Tai in the other.

"I just had something come up," You tell Tai, offering Van a little smile.

"You're here early," Tai comments. You know it's aimed at Van as she steps out of her grip. You pat Van's hand before removing yourself, too.

"Yeah, I was ready early, so I walked today." You eye her suspiciously. "You coming to homeroom?"

"Yes," You agree eagerly. You just wanted to get away from Tai, honestly. She was easier to handle after the first period. "I need to go to my locker first. I'll see you later, Tai."

"It better be done," Tai urges. You just roll your eyes, paths diverging down different corridors. Now you walk alongside Van.

"So did you actually go home or just wander about and come to school?"

"I went home,"

"Van," Stated firmly. A warning to tell the truth.

"I went home," She urges, a little more defensively. "I grabbed some stuff and came here. She shows you her backpack as proof.

"Okay," You're reassured by her bag. She didn't have that last night, so she must have gotten it from somewhere. "If you need somewhere to stay over the weekend, I'm sure my mom won't mind if I actually ask this time,"

"Nah, it's cool," she waves away your concern like it's unwarranted. Like she didn't show up at your window last night. You approach your locker. "Maybe we can do something, though?"

"Oh," Such a blunt question. You purse your lips, turning to unlock the metal door.

"No pressure," Van adds sharply. "I didn't mean like..." Her words trail off, but you know exactly what she meant. Her inability to finish her sentence confirmed that. She was asking you out like on a date. Twisting on your heel, you find her eyes cast down. Part of you knew she was awake when you confessed, but the other part hoped she wasn't. That you could just continue on like you didn't have a conversation at all.

"Should we... do we talk about it?" Her eyes flicker up to yours and you turn away, shoving books into your locker.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Van wonders cautiously. Did you want to talk about it? Talking about it would make it real. " I can pretend I was asleep- didn't hear a thing. I'm good with that."

Somehow, that makes you feel worse. Like leaving her with a secret she should never have known. You don't want to do that to her. You can't do that to her. You just needed to be brave like she was. "You... don't have to," You insist, turning around to face her. "I meant what I said." Your eyes meet. Heat rushes to your cheeks, making you glance away. "My tummy always feels funny when I'm around you. I get all hot and like flustered. I just... I don't know."

"You know, last night all I could think about was seeing you," She admits. "Everything was really shitty but you always make me feel better. You're just... so nice and kind to everyone and fucking beautiful. Even when I thought you were into Tai, I was just happy being around you."

"Van,"

"I know it's scary, but I really like you," Van admits. She takes a step closer. "Can you look at me?" she presses, and your eyes flicker up. "I really fucking like you."

A squeeze in your chest. You're not sure if it's good or bad, but you kinda wanna throw up right now. "I just don't want to disappoint you,"

"You could never,"

"But I'm not sure about how I feel," You admit. "I think I like you, but what if I'm wrong? I don't wanna hurt you."

"I get it." She's hurt. You can see it in her eyes. She's putting on a brave smile, but the rejection stings. You didn't even mean to do that. Hurt her. You wanted to protect her from that until you could figure it all out. "Don't worry. Friends still?" You shut your locker, and a sigh. Why can't you just be like Van? Courageous. Fearless. True to yourself. Was there really anything stopping you other than yourself? That desire to stay hidden. To shove the feelings down instead of facing them. "Or not..."

"Let's do something this weekend," a spur-of-the-moment thing. A quick decision. "Yeah."

"Really?" The switch-up is jarring for her. "Like a... date or?"

"I... don't know," Her eyes search your face. It's confusing. Her brow is knitted together, trying to understand. "I get it if you don't want to. I think I like you- I know I like you and you're right. It's... scary but I shouldn't push you away because of it."

"Maybe we can like figure it out together?" Van suggests. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Like you've given her the world, but in reality, you have barely moved an inch. You're still confused. "If you want to?"

"You're not worried?"

Van shrugs. "I'm willing to try. It's worth it to me. You're worth it."

You swallow hard. Mouth running dry. Your whole body fills with indescribable warmth. "We can figure it out... together," you repeat her words back to her. An attempt to reassure yourself more than here, but it has that effect anyway.

"Together," Van confirms.

"We should... get to homeroom before we get marked absent." You offer a smile. Small but genuine, which she returns. You go to walk away, when Van takes your hand in hers. You freeze. Heart beating that little bit louder.

"Is this okay?" Van queries. You take a deep breath, glancing around the hallway. Nobody was paying either of you any attention. Nobody cared. And in that moment of realisation that you're not the centre of attention, you're just a little less scared.

"Yeah. Yes, it is." You express warmly. A gentle squeeze of her hand as she leads the way down the hallway.

[p3achr-ngs]

Lost photographs - Sevika

After going through some boxes, you find a rare item belonging to your girlfriend

( by now we all seen that one fanart of sevika as a kid, for the life of me I cannot find that now that I'm searching for it. But I'll make sure to give credits when I find it again... Also SFW, FLUFF, sorry that I've been lacking)

Edit; found it

While Sevika is out working, it's not unusual for you to be cleaning, organizing, or whatever to keep you busy. So you're going through boxes and throwing stuff that you no longer need away.

You kneel down in front of the open closet, pulling and picking up boxes that you left there. Opening them up and smiling at old memories with photographs, letters, etc. it took a bit to get through most of the boxes. With your keep pile and discard pile separate, you feel a sense of pride knowing you're finally able to part with some old silly stuff.

After a while of putting the stuff that you decide to keep neatly back, you noticed one box all the way in the back.

"oh hello, didn't see you"

This is strange, you don't recall any of these items. Small and damaged stuffed animals.. drawings.. when the hell did you do these?

murmuring as if the box could hear and understand you. So you reached and pulled it out of the closet, sitting it down on the bed. You didn't even see the huge ' SEVIKA'S, DONT TOUCH!' written in bold on the other side before you opened it.

But that's when you pulled out a few pictures and saw it.

Little sevika. Looking all so innocent and adorable.

" oh my goodness.. "

You squeal to yourself. Giggling at how small she was with her cute gap teeth, big ol eyes. You just wanted to squeeze her! Being that cute had to be a crime.

...

You didn't even hear the front door unlocking or even shutting. Not realizing anyone else was in the house until you heard

" babe! I'm home!"

From sevika by the living room.

Quickly, but gently, you put back the photograph and other objects into the box and pushed it to the back of the closet. Shutting the door shut.

Shitshitshit!

You shouldn't be looking at these!! Sevika was very private and hidden about her past! You knew she didn't have it easy, now one did in the under city but still. You just totally accidentally invaded a deep personal and emotional side of her!

You celebrated quietly when you put the stuff away seemingly unnoticed.

" oh uhm! Give me a sec!"

Calling back, realizing your silence was most definitely suspicious to your darling girlfriend.

Smirking, you turned around. Only to freeze, stunned with your blood turning cold.

Sevika in the doorway. Arms crossed, looking unamused at you.

" fuck! Hi babe- didn't uhm.. hear you.."

Fuuuuuuuucccccck.

You were caught. Caught big time. Oh dear lord.

You squeaked out. Most definitely giving a nervous smile. One a dog would make at its owner when it was caught doing something it shouldn't have, and then getting scolded.

"what was that box."

Sevika bore into you. Her sentence is more so testing you, rather than a question. She knew what was in the box. You knew. You were in trouble.

Gulping. You come to terms knowing that it's best to tell the truth. Especially with the look she's giving you now.

" I swear it wasn't on purpose sev!"

You began

" I was going through my boxes, cleaning them out! I thought I was done until I saw one in the very back. So I grabbed it without seeing or reading any of the writing on it. And looked through! That's when I noticed it wasn't mine!"

You told her the truth. Feeling so guilty.

Hearing a deep sigh, and seeing her run her eyes. Sevika walked forward, standing closer to you now and looking down.

" what did you see."

Sevika huffed out..

" nothing much!..well.. I did find this cute picture of little you.."

You murmured.

There was silence. Clearing your throat, you tried to ease the tension.

" I'm sorry. I swear didn't know. "

Sevika did scold you for opening the box up and such, telling you not to do it again. But after a while you two came in terms of her favorite dinner being cooked alongside her favorite dessert.. of course you pampered her with kisses too.

But really, in the end. You're not sorry for seeing the adorable picture. Who knew she was once innocent and free.

( this was low-key kinda rushed and free balled, but thank y'all for reading and such!)

[mlmxreader]

Date Night | Elliot Stabler x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Elliott stabler

85"You’re adorable when you’re concentrating"

148"I'm taking you on a date, a real date"

289Person A stealing person B’s clothes and getting caught ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Elliot rarely get to go on nice, proper, date for once but as usual, something gets in the way.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ brief non-graphic nudity, swearing

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spotlight fundraiser : ̗̀➛ Help Evacuate Mai for Essential Medical Treatment

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The weight of a bullet proof vest still cast a shadow over Stabler as he made his way through the small flat; he would stop every now and then to look into the various animal tanks and see whatever was out. A few snakes, a scorpion, a lizard. It wasn't unusual.

He had grown used to it and, even then, it was one of the reasons why the kids loved coming here; they loved helping feed the animals and getting them out to hold them - so Stabler made his peace with being around them... even if the scorpions did give him quite a jump.

"Dad's best friend", as the saying went, and it never failed to make Stabler smile.

He draped his coat over the bannister, kicking his shoes off near it, and dared to slowly move towards the bedroom door; he could hear a soft grunting, along with harsh breaths, and swallowed thickly.

But then he heard the plastic snap, and allowed himself to cross the room over to you; you were on your back with your head at the bottom of the bed, holding up a little plastic figurine as you tried desperately to fix it.

It belonged to one of his kids, and he appreciated that you were making an attempt; gently, he lowered your wrists above your head, and knelt down to be eye level with you.

"You're adorable when you're concentrating."

You smiled back, welcoming it when he leaned over to kiss you; your hands went to the sides of his head, pulling him slightly closer as you tried to make it last for more than a few seconds.

Slowly, Stabler moved until he was straddling your waist, his hands planted on the mattress either side of your head as he hummed under his breath. "How you been? C'mon, just talk with me for a sec."

You grinned as you let your hands hold onto his shirt tightly. "Not bad, me and Olivia went to get coffee today... how'd your thing go?"

He grumbled, shaking his head. "I don't really wanna talk about it."

"You never have to," you told him softly. "Did you eat yet?"

He shook his head. "Not tonight, I'm taking you out on a date, a real date this time - not a rugby match or a movie or whatever we did last time."

You thought for a moment, trying to remember. "I think our last date we went to the pub, watched a rugby match, and throughout the entire thing I had to explain the whole game... as well as who you're supporting."

He grinned, a warm feeling in his chest for a moment; Stabler always liked to keep things simple and, well, cost effective - and it was just as well. You hated it when he got you gifts, when he offered to treat you like other people treated their significant others and got the flashy, finer things.

But so did he.

It was perfect that you both preferred the quiet and the simple.

"C'mon," he laughed softly, gently patting your cheek. "Get dressed and I'll met you in the kitchen."

You groaned, mockingly protesting as you tilted your head back and pouted. "Do I have to?"

"Yes!" Stabler murmured as he kissed you softly.

He left you with a final kiss, heading to the kitchen and making both himself and you a decent cup of coffee; whatever they served at the precinct was coffee by name, but it certainly didn't taste like it. It was like a mix of cardboard and steamed water.

The good, cheap, stuff that you kept stocked up was far better, and he knew exactly how to make it the way you liked it.

But when you didn't come back to him once he had finished making it, he was a little concerned.

Stabler called out to you as he made his way back to the bedroom, pausing on the stairs for a moment; you didn't answer, and he grew a little concerned.

He continued, pausing by the door and letting his instincts take over; he listened closely, but heard nothing.

He pushed the door open; you were lying naked on the bed, just about to pull on one of his shirts and steal it from him, again. He stole a more than quick look, trying not to grin.

Usually, Stabler would have closed the door and hurried back to the kitchen, but he cleared his throat and tried not to laugh when he heard you rush to put your trousers on.

Once you gave him the go ahead, he entered the room at last, and smiled.

"You're such a perfect gentleman," you told him, tugging the shirt on and letting it drape around your shoulders.

Stabler tilted his head from side to side for a moment. "Oh, I'm not. I snuck a peek, and... wow."

You laughed, shaking your head fondly and gripping his shirt as you hummed softly. "Why am I not surprised?"

He shrugged, putting an arm around you and backing you up against the bed. "Can you blame me?"

You couldn't help it, groaning softly when Stabler started to kiss your neck softly; your hand went to the back of his neck as you spurred him on, whimpering softly when he pulled away.

"You gonna give me my shirt back?" He murmured against your skin softly.

You shook your head, cupping his jaw gently. "You're gonna have to make me, detective."

Stabler grinned, gently starting to push it from your shoulders as he slowly lowered you down completely; your back on the mattress as you told him to keep going. To keep going and going and going.

"You can't keep stealing my shirts," he told you with a soft, playful, growl. "I'm not gonna have any left to wear to work."

"Is that a problem?" You asked, tilting your head. 'It wouldn't be for me."

Stabler shook his head fondly, placing his hand on your chest and feeling your heart rate for a second. "C'mon, we have a date. We can fool around later."

[nitewrighter]

Snow White and the Fae Co-Op

Part Four: Bravely Ran Away Away

Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3

Masterpost

CW for Animal death

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I am gonna say that Snow gets a bit fuzzy on the details here. I don't know if it was a matter of trauma blurring stuff, or her weird fae sensory shit creating a lot of overlaps on the story, or what have you, but she only told me this part at like, chunks at a time, so this is how I can piece it together as best I can.

She managed to regroup with the prince not too long after the whole incident, but whether that was a day or three, I couldn't tell you. By the time she finds him again, though, he has a bandage over his nose. The first time they see each other again, he rushes up to her like he intends to suddenly take her up in a "Ohmygod you're not dead" hug but he manages to stop himself like a step and a half from her, and he studies her for a second, studies that worried little crinkle in her brow, and also he's forced to question, for a second, if she made him stop, or maybe that his own hesitation in this moment is a natural reflex of human will against that force that made him tear up the stairs at a single word from her.

"You made me leave," he says stiffly.

"Because it wasn't safe for you," Snow replies.

"I mean clearly, things aren't safe for you!"

"Yes, well, I know that she wants to kill me, but she can't, because if she could she would have done it already, but she doesn't register you as a threat in the slightest!"

"Thanks."

"Oh my god, you should be thankful for that!"

His shoulders stiffen and that unspoken assumption that there is nothing he can do to help her comes as a slap in the face to him this time. Humans and their masculinity, I swear. But then there's that iron in him again, and we all know about Fae and iron.

"So what are you going to do?" he asks.

Snow startles a sec because 'excuse you I am the Princess Messiah and maybe also the Evil Queen's heart kinda but either way you don't just question me.' But then she stammers, "I'm--that's--you can't expect me to immediately have a plan when she has that mirror!"

"So... you need help," the Prince concludes.

"If there was a plan, more people knowing it would make it easier to see with the mirror!" Snow snaps.

"So you're saying that you don't have a plan," the Prince follows up.

One thing about Snow is, with that freaky pasty skin, is that when she does that little rage/embarrassment flush humans do, it's crazy obvious. Also honestly really cute.

...I miss our Sentient Duck.

But Snow is still upset. Again, fucking teenager, and also there's all that nobility whatnot, so she says, "I don't owe you a plan. I don't owe you anything." Or something along those lines. Again, she kind of told this part in chunks so I'm piecing it together.

But the prince doesn't waver.

"I remember my parents' faces from before she took their kingdom," the words seep out of him like blood through a too-thin bandage being pressed down a little too hard, "Do you remember yours?"

"Shut up," Snow isn't meeting his eyes.

"I remember when they stopped tucking me in at night. I remember the way the stones of our castle were ice cold beneath my bare feet when I went to find out why. I remember them telling me to go to bed while they pored over maps with their generals."

"You don't get to bring this up now!" Snow can hear the Queen's venom in her own voice.

"You know something is rotten in this land, but you've never known a world outside what the Queen has built--"

Snow abruptly pivots away and moves to stomp off, but he catches her by the arm.

"Don't touch me," there's that Queen's venom in her again and his fingers slacken briefly but she doesn't tear away. A breath seethes between perfectly white teeth framed by full red lips.

"I'm sorry," a lank lock of dishwater hair is hanging in his face, "I know... you're frightened. I know... so much is weighing on you right now. But 'Can't do it alone' isn't the same as 'Can't do it.' You sang your song, and I'm here. I wasn't before, and I'm sorry for that, but you change the world, Princess. And you changed me. You made me wonder what more I can do. Do you wonder the same?"

And all at once there are big fat tears bubbling up in Snow's eyes, and a breath is seething between her teeth and she just tears her arm away and grabs up her skirts and hustles off.

A few days later the Evil Queen and Snow are eating dinner together.

"My dear," the Evil Queen says, cutting into her squab, "You look so pale of late."

"I have literally always looked like this," says Snow, poking at her roasted radishes.

"I think it would do you a world of good to go out into the royal wood and forage for some fresh ingredients for our stores. We could pick our practice back up, isn't that wonderful?"

"I thought you said I was hopeless."

"Oh, but you are Snow White! You are the very essence of hope!"

Snow pokes at her radishes again. "So you want me to go to the woods."

"Yes."

"Where there are very few witnesses."

"Mm."

"And do something that will require a significant amount of my concentration."

"Mm-hm!" the Evil Queen takes a bite of squab, "Unless... there's something wrong, my dear. Have I given you reason, recently, to doubt my intentions for you?"

Snow told me she thinks the Queen genuinely got a kick out of making her lie--of pitting Snow's inhumanly pure and magical nature against the survival instincts of her human flesh. I hated the way her face just kind of went blank when she told this part to me.

"No," Snow replies, "I would never doubt your intentions, my queen. I am grateful for your mercy and your wisdom every day."

"Excellent," the queen smiles, "You are such a clever thing, Snow, it would be a shame to give up on our lessons."

And Snow just stares at the radishes on her plate.

So a day or two after that Snow and the Huntsman are both riding out to the castle portcullis when the prince tears out after them yelling "HEY! HEEYYY!" And Snow's head swings around like 'Oh fuck he's going to get himself killed,' so she glanced over to the Huntsman and sweetly says, "Oh dear--he's having one of his fits again. Artists, you know. if I may have a moment?"

And the Huntsman shrugs and Snow swings off her horse and with one hard sharp look at the prince he slides to a stop and she grabs him by the arm and practically drags him by the stable out of sight.

"You can't go out there with him--" the Prince starts, "The Queen--"

"I know," Snow cuts him off.

"I'll--I'll follow you. At a distance. I can--"

"Don't." she squeezes his arm.

"But--"

"You were right," she says softly, "I don't have a plan. And I don't know what a world without the Queen looks like. And I'm scared of what I can do."

"Snow---"

"But I can change things. I don't know how, yet, but if nothing changes in here, maybe I need to go out there."

"But he's going to---"

"I changed you," she touches the side of his face, "And I'm so sorry for that. I'm so sorry everything's going to be harder for you from now on."

"I don't care about that--just tell me what to do, tell me how I can help--" the anguish in his voice is palpable.

"Prince [REDACTED] of Damp Kingdom," she says, and he stills at his name, "If I don't come back, destroy the mirror."

His jaw hangs slack. "How am I supposed to...?" he starts but then realizes he's talking to someone who's 90% sure she's riding out to her own murder, and he realizes it's not about him or her, it's about giving the world a fighting chance against the Queen's will. She's not going to let him kill himself trying to save her, but if he dies taking out that mirror...

And of course, like a dumbass, because he can't be a macho piece of shit for one second, he can't be like, 'Burr huburr I won't let that happen because I'm the hero' because he knows he's not the main character here. Because he fucking believes in her, he says, "I--I will."

Fuck. She didn't know. She didn't fucking know. Stupid fucking kid.

No, I don't want another fucking round. Can we get out of here? Can we walk? Let's just pick up the tab and go.

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Thanks, man, sorry. Normally I'm really good with human-dense environments but--I couldn't stay in there. I hate this part of Snow's story. I know it's what brought her to us, but she came to us because she was like us, you know? She was a kid between worlds. No one comes into existence of their own free will, but it's fucked up if you come into everything on the margins like that. She should have had people. She should have had us.

What do you mean how did I do that?

Oh, [REDACTED]?

I dunno, man, I haven't been able to say his name for a really long time. I hate the new noise for it. It used to sound like a sharp note on a hurdy-gurdy, then it was radio static, and now it's been that dial-up... sound-badly-edited out of a film noise for a few decades now. Maybe one day it'll just be that dumb cheery TikTok AI voice going, "Redacted!" Can you imagine? What a fucking nightmare.

I should get back to the story.

So... Snow rides out with the Huntsman, and she spends the day picking feverfew and mushrooms. It's not a bad way to go out, all things considered. Just slit my throat nice and quick while I'm squatting over some thornapple. Except the Woodsman doesn't. For fucking hours and hours Snow is basically infodumping about plants and wondering why the hell she isn't murdered yet.

In the stories they keep saying that the woodsman saw that Snow was so pure or so beautiful that he couldn't bring himself to harm her. And maybe that happened. I've seen Snow turn that shit on and it's, you guessed it, actually scary as fuck. So, there's probably more deep-end fae versions of this where she just lights up like 'Vwooooom' and the Huntsman crumples before her like, "Forgive me! Forgive me, Princess-Messiah!" But like---here's the thing--

Snow told me she tried that. Not like, immediately, she waited for a while, knew they both kind of had to maintain this 'Tralala-wheee we're in the forest' thing, but there was a point where they were both riding, him on his destrier, she on her shaggy pony, and she glanced over at him and 'fwoooom' for all intents and purposes he should be looking at a fucking Marian Apparition. But he... didn't react to her at all. And that was when Snow saw he wasn't carrying his usual knife, and he had a box on his hip that gave her a headache and a weird ringing sensation in her teeth if she looked at it too long. So we're like, pretty sure the Queen made those objects with her jury-rigged alchemy bullshit so that, in theory, the huntsman would be able to cut out Snow's heart without it affecting the queen, and they gave him the added stat bonus of not crumpling in the face of The Miraculous Fae Weapon Princess Messiah on full-blast.

And then Snow, internally, is like, Ah. Fuck. Well, okay.

So the day drags on and on and fucking on. When's he gonna kill her? When is this piece of shit going to kill her? But he doesn't. So after about 3 hours, Snow is pretty sure this is now a fucked up psychological game from the Queen and she's like, I won't give her the satisfaction, and muscles on for another two hours, but then... she tried thinking, What can I do? I can change the world but I can't change this? I can... set bees on him? If I sing? Maybe? No--I can't explicitly ask for bees, it doesn't work if it's too specific--it answers to want--it answers to--

She told me that the image of the prince as that small child came to her mind unbidden then, then bare feet on freezing cold castle stones, his fate decided before he has any understanding of who he is, let alone what he can do, and all of a sudden she realizes that she's fae software running on human hardware and something in her snaps.

And she starts sobbing and blubbering hard. "If you're going to do it, just fucking do it already! Did she want this!? Did she want me to beg?!"

And the Huntsman flinches where he stands, and those big burly shoulders start buckling and heaving and he drops to the ground like a sack of bricks as he hyperventilates. "I can't--I--I have to--but--you're her age!"

Snow is caught mid sob then and makes a sound like "Whugh? "

"My daughter... I thought I could do this because you're--because I can see the queen in you---but I see her in you, too. I didn't think I would--god...if I don't---"

"The Queen will kill her," her voice is still phlegmmy, but the frost seems to be reforming with Snow, the steady resolve. I think this was another pure-of-heart thing--it's a lot harder for her to do something magical for herself, but if she's doing it for other people as well...

"She told me if I wanted to see her alive, I had to bring your heart back in this," the Huntsman pulls the box off of his belt and Snow winces at the full sight of it, "Sorry..."

"No--you didn't know--" Snow is pressing her fingers to her forehead, "So... a heart. You need a heart." She squeezes her eyes shut for a few seconds and then she says, "I can buy you time to run."

And she starts singing, it's a song similar to the one she was singing by the well, but there's more intent to it, now. She has the ingredients, the will, to build what she needs. There's that hook of wanting, that royal will, but layered on top of it is the plight of a father, the terror of a young lady, and the promise of immortality, of glory, in a story greater than you will ever now.

And an ancient boar comes trotting out of the woods. Snow kneels before it, strokes a hand along its coarse side, and touches her forehead to its own. Tears drip from her eyes and trickle down the sides of boar's scarred snout. A few more notes escape her, an apology, a promise of swiftness and comfort and ease, more than nature will ever grant it.

I need you to understand at this point, that Snow's ability to commune with animals is not a special trait of humanity. The boar connected with Snow because it saw something in her that most other humans had left behind.

Snow settles into a more comfortable sitting position and flairs out her skirts around herself, soft silks on the coarse grass, and the boar gently lays down on its side, setting its head in her lap. She looks up at the Huntsman and then flicks her eyelashes down at the boar in her lap. And without a word the huntsman understands.

Snow winces more than the boar when the knife is drawn, the metal seems to sing at a frequency only she can hear. She doesn't look away from the act, though. The boar doesn't struggle at all as the Huntsman draws the knife through the thick hide at its throat--there is a momentary tensing of the beast, but Snow strokes a hand across its side, breathing the words, "Thank you, thank you," and it eases and finally its old eye clouds. Both Snow and the Huntsman sit a few moments in respectful silence.

Finally the Huntsman says, "You must leave, Princess."

And Snow solemnly replies, "I know." A few seconds pass and then she says, "...I--um, I can't move my legs."

And the Huntsman goes, "Oh jeez--Sorry--" and helps haul the Boar off her legs.

She kisses the huntsman on the cheek with a soft "Thank you, sir, for everything," before taking off into the woods, her skirts soaked in blood.

Hey--I know a place nearby, it'll probably be last call by the time we get there, but we'll be out of the cold for at least a little bit. I get the vibe you'll like it better than the last bar. Come on.

[2i1han]

Slowly, Then All at Once

4 : try, just for once

pairing: classmate!leehan x fem!reader | word count: 8.6k

genre: slow-burn, young adult, romcom, coming-of-age

tags: boynextdoor , non-idol au, high school/college au , first love , neighbor!leehan , extrovert!leehan , cold!leehan , extrovert!reader

characters mentioned : kim leehan , park sungho , sakai moka , kim minji , bae jinsol, gyuvin , park minju , jung wooyoung

warnings: no warnings! sfw

summary : you and leehan have known each other for years—classmates since ninth grade, always familiar but never really close due to leehan's indifference. but when his brother enters the picture, everything starts to change. unresolved situation that were once buried begin to surface, and leehan must decide: let go or finally take a chance.

a/n : hi, everyonee! i'm sorry if part 4 took so long. my schoolworks piled up these past few days and i was CRAMMING. but nw since i'll update as soon as i can, and whenever i can<3 happy weekends!

♪ playlist : canna/rio , heavy heart/rio , so let's go see the stars/boynextdoor , so tender/say sue me , bad/wte , light/wte , can't go/ben , chocolate/bol4 , would you love me/stella jang , everyday/haebin , star drawing/yuziii

scrambling your blanket up to your body, you flinched at the sudden voice from your bedroom doorway.

"hey! who do you think i am?"

it was moka.

you exhaled sharply, your shoulders finally relaxing as you placed your phone back to your ear.

"never mind, it's just moka. i'll catch up later," you said before hanging up.

"you freaking scared me," you grumbled, rolling your eyes as you swung your legs over the bed, only to immediately regret it when a sharp, throbbing pain pulsed through your skull.

oh god. hangover.

moka scoffed, already making her way to the kitchen. you dragged yourself after her, each step making your head pound even more.

"you were a mess last night," she informed you, grabbing a bowl and ladling soup into it. "you puked on your clothes, and sungho had to call me through your phone to come save your sorry ass." she cringed at the memory.

"oh. my. god."

you slid into a chair at the dining table, covering your face with both hands. the embarrassment was creeping in like a parasite.

"that's so freaking humiliating," you muttered.

"oh, hell yeah, it is," moka chuckled, shaking her head. "lucky for you, i happened to be at a friend's place nearby, or you'd have had to sleep in your own mess. gross."

"you wouldn’t let that happen." you peeked at her through your fingers, recalling the countless times she'd sworn off babysitting your drunk self, only to always show up anyway.

moka scoffed. "don’t test me."

you leaned forward, fidgeting with your hands on the table. "so… sungho called you?"

"mhm. when i got here your mess on the floor and bed had already been cleaned." she said, stirring the soup. "y'all partied without me. never babysitting you again, i swear." she frowned but still placed a steaming bowl of hangover soup in front of you with the care of a mother bird feeding her dumbest chick.

"it was a welcoming party for my university. are you from k-arts?" you deadpanned.

"no," moka mumbled.

"exactly. don't worry, we'll all go out when we’re not busy." you offered, hoping to appease her obvious fomo.

grabbing the spoon, you took a small sip. the warmth and spice rushed through your system, sending a shockwave to your half-dead cells. you cleared your throat and exhaled.

"thank you, moka," you murmured, sending her a small, grateful smile.

she pouted, clearly pretending to be annoyed. "yeah, yeah. don't make it weird."

you snickered, but then your mind drifted back to something else.

sungho.

you set your spoon down and picked up your phone, planning to send him a quick message. but as you pulled up your contacts, realization smacked you in the face. you didn't have his number.

your eyes widened. but wait, hadn't he given it to you back then? on a tissue or something?

you shot up from your chair. "wait a sec."

you rushed back to your room, grabbing the coat you had worn that day which you never wore again so you didn't have to wash it. praying to whatever higher power existed, you dug into the pockets.

please still be there. please still be there.

your fingers brushed against crumpled tissue, and you nearly cheered when you pulled it out. it was a little worse for wear. pulps flaking off, with some of the ink fading, but the number was still legible.

relieved, you walked back to the kitchen, plopping down into your chair. moka didn’t even look up from her phone.

you carefully typed sungho's number into your phone, saving it as sungho.

slightly hesitant, you finally sent the message.

"hey! it’s me, y/n. i just wanted to thank you for last night. it really meant a lot."

you quickly flipped your phone screen down on the table, like that would somehow make the anxiety disappear. with a deep breath, you returned to your soup, the headache slowly fading—helped by both the food and the painkillers you'd took earlier.

with a relieved sigh, you stood and stretched before turning to moka.

"let's go out together. i have to head to uni in an hour."

moka, still lounging on the couch, hummed. "alright. i'll be heading out around that time too. just hurry up."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

everything in the visual arts building buzzed with chatter, students carrying large portfolios, canvases, and sketchbooks as they ran through the corridors. the scent of oil paint and lattes hung in the air.

walking side by side with minji and bae, you trailed slightly behind, hands buried in your hoodie's front pocket, brows knitted together in deep thought. the more you thought about last night, the more your stomach churned.

"ugh, god, i'm so embarrassing," you groaned, letting your head fall dramatically onto bae’s shoulder.

bae, who had long grown accustomed to your whining, barely reacted. she simply nudged you off and chuckled. "i'm sure he doesn't mind. the guy looked pretty genuine when he insisted on helping you last night."

you straightened up, scoffing. "yeah, but that doesn't mean i'm allowed to do cringy shit around him," you muttered, groaning into your hands. the mere thought of what else you could've done in your drunken state made you want to dig a hole in the ground and disappear.

minji, walking on your other side, rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "you were drunk, y/n. i'm sure he understands."

bae nodded, a smug grin forming on her lips. "exactly. and let's not forget—he even called moka to have your clothes changed out of respect."

you pursed your lips, thinking about it.

they had a point. sungho had gone out of his way to make sure you were okay, even going as far as to clean up your place before moka could even get there. and he didn't have to do that. most guys would've just dumped you on your bed and left you in your misery. that had to be one of the most thoughtful things a man could do.

you exhaled through your nose. "yeah, i guess you're right," you muttered, deciding to just agree before they lectured you further.

"good. now let's get going before you spiral again," bae said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you forward.

you stumbled slightly but followed along, grumbling. "still embarrassing, though."

minji let out a laugh, shaking her head as she walked beside you. "only you would find a guy being nice to you a source of stress."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the entire morning had passed with just class introductions, some more bearable than others. a few professors were merciful, easing the tension with icebreaker games or casual q&a sessions, while others dove straight into full-blown lectures as if they'd been waiting all summer to unload academic hell upon everyone. and then there were those who, with an evil glint in their eyes, assigned an art project on the first day, due by the end of the month.

if it weren't for the fact that bae and minji were in your class, you were pretty sure you'd already be drafting your dropout plan. but knowing you had at least two people to suffer alongside made things a little more manageable.

now, the common cafeteria was packed, buzzing with life. groups of students squeezed through the maze of tables, some balancing trays piled high with food, others scanning the area for an open seat. a few unlucky ones walked alone, looking like lost souls in need of a companion.

luckily, you weren't one of them.

settled comfortably at a table with bae and minji, you took a sip of your banana milk, letting out a sigh.

"i should probably thank sungho in person later," you mused, swirling the straw in your drink.

"orrrr," bae drawled, gaze flicking behind you, "you could just do it now."

your brows furrowed, confused, until you noticed minji subtly nodding in the same direction. curious, you turned around, only for your breath to catch slightly at the sight of sungho approaching your table.

even from a distance, he was already recognizable. his neatly styled black hair, the way his brown knitted sweater complemented the white trousers he wore, it was unfair how effortlessly put-together he looked. the moment he saw you notice him, his relaxed walk turned into a light jog.

"hey," sungho greeted with a small wave as he came to a stop in front of you, his usual warm smile making you feel comfortable and at ease than earlier.

"hey, sungho," you replied, a little shyly. "i was actually just about to look for you. i never got to properly thank you for last night."

his smile widened slightly, but he simply shook his head. "don't worry about it. i'm just glad you’re feeling better now."

the sincerity in his voice made you relax, and before you knew it, the two of you had settled at the table, effortlessly falling into conversation. sungho listened attentively as you half-jokingly recounted your embarrassment from last night, occasionally teasing you about your drunk state but never in a way that felt mocking. it was nice, and funny.

the atmosphere was lively, full of laughter and banter between you and your friends. for a moment, it felt like nothing could ruin the easy-going mood. but then, that familiar presence approached from behind. you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

"what's up?" it was leehan's voice.

unlike before, though, his presence didn't send an immediate wave of tension through you. it was different. not as suffocating, not as cold. maybe even a little hesitant, but certainly not as distant as it once was.

minji's head snapped up, her eyes flickering between you and leehan before she wiggled her eyebrows very unsubtly.

you shot her a glare, rolling your eyes before turning your attention back to leehan. "oh, hey. have a seat." you gestured toward the open chair in front of you, beside bae and minji.

leehan hesitated for a second before nodding, slipping into the chair.

sungho, who had been casually engaged in conversation just moments ago, went quiet. his gaze panned toward leehan. there was no hostility, no obvious tension, but there was definitely something.

leehan, surprisingly, had struck up a pretty lighthearted conversation with everyone at the table. you had expected at least some awkwardness, but he blended in so smoothly it was almost unsettling. you never saw him like this before. he was funny—annoyingly funny, actually, and just as engaging as sungho. the entire time, it felt like watching two suns trying to outshine each other.

at one point, leehan smirked and leaned forward, resting his chin lazily on his hand. "you know," he started, glancing at sungho with faux innocence, "this guy once tripped over absolutely nothing in the middle of the basketball court last year. right in front of the coach. he tried to play it off like he was stretching, but—" leehan chuckled, shaking his head, "he was just laid out on the floor for a solid minute."

sungho groaned, burying his face in his hands. "oh my god, you said you wouldn't bring that up."

minji burst out laughing, nearly choking on her drink. "wait—was this before or after he lectured the entire team about grace and balance?" sungho added.

"oh, right after," leehan confirmed with a grin. "like, literally five minutes after."

sungho shot him a look. "okay, but at least i don't spend every match arguing with the referees like some people."

leehan gasped dramatically. "excuse me? those calls were objectively unfair! i had to say something."

sungho smirked. "did you have to get benched because of it, though?"

leehan waved dismissively. "that’s beside the point."

the table erupted in laughter again. the competitive yet easy-going energy between the two guys was unexpectedly enjoyable, until sungho, seemingly out of nowhere, dropped a comment that made the entire atmosphere shift.

"leehan did nothing the entire summer but brood in his room, talking to his pet fish about this one girl that he no longer sees," sungho quipped, a teasing lilt in his voice.

bae snorted, slapping the table, while sungho chuckled to himself. even you and minji let out small laughs, but something felt off. you glanced at leehan, expecting him to roll his eyes or fire back with a witty remark, but instead, his expression flickered, but for a moment, his gaze snapped toward sungho, his eyes flashing like a lighter flicking to life.

then, just as quickly, he forced out a laugh, the sound slightly strained. "he's bluffing," leehan said, waving a hand dismissively. he played it off so smoothly that if you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't have noticed how his shoulders tensed ever so slightly.

sungho, picking up on something, simply nodded and let it slide, shifting the conversation elsewhere. the moment passed, and soon, the table was back to its usual energy. but something about it lingered.

with classes finally over, you and minji strolled down the street together, the golden light of the sunset casting long shadows across the pavement. bae had gone home early, leaving just the two of you to talk about the day's events like any friends would. and naturally, the main topic on your mind was what had happened at lunch.

"i wonder who sungho was talking about earlier," minji said, hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans. "you know, about leehan."

you shrugged, pretending not to care. "who knows." you were curious too—annoyingly curious, but you weren't about to admit that. "i mean, he spent all of high school avoiding us, so god knows what he's up to. how are we even supposed to know what's going on in his life?"

minji hummed in agreement, but you weren’t done yet.

"and besides, it's none of my business," you added, voice a little sharper than intended. "like, why should i care? he can talk to his pet fish about whoever he wants. not my problem."

minji gave you a look.

you met her gaze, only then realizing how animated you had been. your hands gesturing wildly, your tone was defensive. the eye-rolling, the scoffing, the way your eyebrows had lifted off your face, it was all a little too much for someone who supposedly didn't care.

minji's lips curled into a smirk.

"what?" you snapped, suddenly feeling self-conscious. minji just snickered. "nothing."

"then stop looking at me like that."

she held up her hands in mock surrender, but the mischief in her expression didn't fade.

"chill, dude," she chuckled, taking a step backward while still observing you with a grin.

you groaned. "can you not? i’m just not in the mood right now."

minji just simply turned on her heel and walked ahead, still laughing under her breath. and even though you wanted to ignore it, you couldn't help but replay sungho's words in your mind, over and over again. who was the girl leehan spent his summer brooding over?

you shook your head, dismissing it as just a bad mood—or hell, maybe even an incoming period dragging your emotions to rock bottom. either way, it didn't matter. that conversation was nothing more than casual banter, something that should’ve been funny.

this dynamic between you and leehan carried on for the next three weeks leading up to the membership training. it wasn't quite the same as how things had been back in middle school or high school. no, that dynamic had been colder, distant. this, however, was different. by it, you meant the mildly annoying way sungho kept bringing up that girl—this mysterious someone from his brother's old school that leehan had supposedly fumbled so badly he locked himself in their family house all summer.

and every time it was mentioned, you felt something prickle inside you. it wasn't anger, not exactly. not jealousy either—or at least, that's what you kept telling yourself. but it bothered you, even if you couldn't quite pinpoint why. yet, just as quickly as the feeling crept up, you shook it off, unwilling to confront the unknown reasons behind it.

at one point, your friends—who, for some reason, absolutely couldn't stand you being "moody" again, turned an entire hangout into a full-blown conspiracy session. half the conversation revolved around guessing who sungho was talking about, as if solving this mystery would somehow fix your unspoken irritation.

"maybe it’s minju?" you had blurted out once, the thought slipping before you could stop it.

and from that moment on, it never left your mind. minju here, minju there. of course it would be her—who else? it was almost like you were suffering from a disease without knowing the symptoms or the cause. but at the end of the day, you always pushed the thoughts aside with a dismissive whatever before moving on. before seeing leehan again.

because, despite everything, you were weirdly okay with how things were turning out. leehan was catching up to you, bit by bit. and though there were times when he would go nonverbal or hesitate to approach when sungho wasn't around, progress was progress, as your friends liked to say.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the bubbling excitement in your chest all but drowned out any thoughts from the past few weeks. it was finally here—freshman membership training day. a much needed getaway where all the first-years, regardless of department, would head off to a resort or campsite for a day packed with team-building activities, games, and enough forced socializing to either break the ice or break your spirit.

and being the extrovert you were, this was the kind of thing that scratched your brain in all the right ways.

buses lined up in front of the university gate, engines rumbling, ready to take dozens of eager students off to what was basically an overnight camp. you, bae, and minji stood beside your assigned ride, surrounded by the buzz of students lugging their belongings.

unlike your friends, who had each brought a single backpack like they were minimalist monks on a pilgrimage, you had an actual small suitcase—because, unlike some people, you weren't about to survive on just a bar of soap and a spare pair of clothes.

bae snapped a selfie in front of the bus, grinning as she admired her phone screen.

"moka would've loved this," she sighed dreamily, still fixated on whatever conversation she was having.

you and minji locked eyes knowingly.

"of course, moka would love this," you sneered, shaking your head as minji crossed her arms.

ever since the café incident, things between moka and bae had been going suspiciously well. it wasn't surprising when moka eventually asked for jinsol's number, and even less surprising when their conversations became an all-the-time thing. at this point, whenever the four of you went out, it was as if bae was the only person in moka's universe.

and to no one's shock, bae didn't seem clueless about it either.

before you could tease her further, the bus driver's call rang out, signaling the final boarding. minji and bae hopped on first, disappearing into the crowded aisle. you were about to follow when something in your peripheral vision made you pause.

across from your bus, at the baggage compartment of the next one over, leehan was crouched down, shoving his suitcase away.

as if sensing your stare, he turned his head, and for a moment, his dark eyes met yours. then, a small, casual smile flashed across his face.

you blinked, caught off guard, but instinctively returned the gesture before quickly stepping onto the bus. squeezing through the narrow aisle, you tiptoed slightly to shove your small suitcase into the overhead compartment before sitting down beside minji.

bae, now seated across from you, was already glued to her phone, fingers moving rapidly, with an ear-to-ear smile on her lips. no doubt texting a certain someone.

you leaned your head against the window, the cool glass pressing against your temple as the bus rumbled beneath you. outside, the campus gates were already shrinking into the distance, giving way to open roads and rows of trees that motioned together in blurs of green. this was going to be fun. you told yourself that at least five times now. an overnight membership training trip with your friends, new faces to meet—your kind of scene. but despite all the excitement, your mind had the audacity to wander somewhere else. or rather, to someone else.

leehan, of course.

you frowned slightly at your own thoughts, shifting in your seat as if that would shake them off. it's also going to be okay since he's there. maybe we can get closer too. the idea came naturally, and you almost wanted to groan at yourself. not like that. just as friends. obviously.

it wasn't weird to think about a classmate, right? you'd known leehan for years, even if you two barely interacted back then. there was no reason for this to feel like something more. yet, for some reason, the thought of the departments being split for the trip made your stomach sink just a little.

you let out a sigh and leaned back against your seat, ready to shut down that train of thought before it went any further. but then,

"i heard they're not separating the departments this year," a voice from the seat behind you said.

your ears perked up before you could stop yourself. the tiniest smile tugged at your lips before you even realized it, but the second you felt it, you immediately forced it away, scrambling to put on a neutral face. you plugged in your earphones in a hurry, shoving the thought deep, deep down. what was i thinking? of course i'd like it if leehan was there. he's my classmate. my friend. that's it.

minji, who had been silently scrolling through her phone beside you, suddenly muttered without looking up, "sure, keep telling that to yourself."

for a  moment, you thought she had unlocked some kind of psychic ability, or worse, could hear your thoughts. but then you realized that you weren't just thinking those things. you were mumbling them out loud.

heat crawled up your neck as you shot her a glare, trying to play it cool. "i don't know what you're talking about," you said, turning to stare aggressively out the window.

minji let out a chuckle but didn't push further, too busy on her screen. thank god.

still, you made a mental note to never let your thoughts slip past your lips again.

you had almost dozed off for the entire ride, your head lolling slightly against the window, but just as you were about to fully drift into sleep, the bus came to a sudden stop. blinking groggily, you rubbed your eyes and looked around, realizing that you had finally arrived at the campsite.

the moment you stepped off the bus, a fresh breeze greeted you. the area was breathtaking—an expansive field surrounded by towering trees, their leaves rustling softly in the wind. in the distance, the city skyline twinkled under the sun, tiny and far away.

excited murmurs filled the area as students scrambled around, pulling out their phones to take pictures, pointing at every little thing that caught their attention. someone from another group had already started a mini-photoshoot under a particularly aesthetic tree, while others were busy inspecting the camping grounds.

your group had already decided to bring just one large tent—moka's, which bae had to practically beg to borrow. you, bae, and minji set your bags down at a good spot as they started unfolding the tent, the two already bickering about the instructions before they even began.

"i'm telling you, this pole goes there—"

"bae, you don't even know how to set up a tent—"

"neither do you!"

you took that as your cue to step away before you got roped into their struggle. wandering off toward the edge of the field, you took a deep breath, feeling in the peaceful atmosphere.

"what do you think of the site?"

the voice beside you made you blink in surprise. you turned your head, meeting leehan's eyes. he stood there casually, hands in his pockets, looking out at the scenery.

you hesitated for a second before offering a small, tight-lipped smile. "it's nice here," you mumbled, shifting your gaze back toward the horizon. "away from the city pollution."

leehan nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on the view.

you stood side by side, both staring at the scenery, neither saying a word. you weren't even sure why, but every interaction with leehan felt like this. awkward, stiff, like your usually endless vocabulary shrank to fifty words the moment he was around. you weren't even sure if he felt the same, but judging by how he never really tried to start conversations either, you figured he probably did.

what were you supposed to say? the weather's nice? and then what? you could already hear the conversation dying within seconds.

eventually, leehan let out a soft sigh and broke the silence. "i'll see you later at the activities."

you blinked at him blankly before giving a small nod. "alright, see you later."

without another word, he turned and walked back to his group, where his friends were still setting up their tents.

before you could even process the encounter, minji appeared by your side, arms crossed.

"wow, didn't know you and leehan were buddies now." she nudged your side teasingly.

you rolled your eyes and let out a chuckle. "shut up."

the two of you made your way back to your tent just as the upperclassmen and club leaders began gathering everyone for the welcoming speech and an overview of the team-building games.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the afternoon was a pack of excitement and laughter as the games began. you had expected them to be fun, but they were even better than you expected. your department was in high spirits, the energy was contagious as you all threw yourselves into the challenges. every win felt like a small victory, and every loss was met with dramatic groans and playful jokes.

you knew this kind of fun wouldn't last. soon enough, university life would hit like a truck, drowning you in exams and deadlines. so you let yourself enjoy every second of it, living in the moment.

as expected, you, minji, and bae weren't allowed to be on the same team, much to bae's dismay. "we're literally the glue of this department," she whined as the department head dragged her away to a different group.

but the team you ended up with was fun, and it was nice meeting new people.

still, you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little disappointed that you weren't on the same team as leehan. not that it mattered. okay, maybe it mattered just a little.

unfortunately for you, the teams were formed by department, meaning you wouldn't be working with him anytime soon. however, that didn't mean you wouldn't be competing against them.

the final game of the day before dinner was announced, and a wave of excitement ran through the crowd.

"whoever loses will be on grill duty for the night," a senior called out, smirking as students groaned and laughed.

you barely had time to react before you felt hands pushing you forward.

"y/n, go!!" someone shouted.

before you knew it, you were standing at the center of the field, blinking in confusion as your entire department cheered wildly behind you. apparently, your earlier victories had already made you a fan favorite, and now, they were practically throwing you into battle.

"that's our girl!!" bae's voice rang from the crowd, earning more cheers.

you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head as you turned to face your opponent.

the roar of the other team's cheers suddenly grew louder. intrigued, you glanced over at them, only for your stomach to drop slightly.

the performance arts department was celebrating loudly, their voices echoing across the field. and at the center of it all, stepping forward with the casual confidence of someone who knew they were about to put on a show—leehan.

hands in his pockets, he walked toward the middle of the field, he was relaxed, almost lazy. then, as if he had been expecting you all along, he simply smiled and raised his eyebrows at you.

the senior hosting the game smirked, clearly enjoying the situation. "alright, the mechanics are simple," he announced, arms crossed. "palm push. no hard shoving—just light, strategic pushing. whoever falls first loses, and their department gets stuck on grill duty for the night."

of course, out of all games, it had to be palm push. and out of all people, it had to be leehan.

just the thought of standing inches away from him, hands practically touching, forced to look straight into his eyes made you want to dig a hole and never come out. your friends were definitely going to drag this up until the end of university. scratch that—the entire department was about to witness your awkward chemistry unfold in real time.

but it was too late to back out now.

taking a deep breath, you stepped onto the log, wobbling almost instantly. the wooden surface was rough beneath your feet, the bark stripped away in some places, making it dangerously smooth. your arms flailed as you tried to steady yourself, and you barely noticed leehan flinch beside you, his hand twitching slightly like he was ready to catch you if you fell.

you managed to stay upright somehow, but the difference between you and leehan was already obvious. where you wobbled like an inflatable tube man, leehan stepped onto the log with ease, his stance was solid, and a relaxed posture. he barely even shifted his weight, while you were one wrong breath away from falling face first.

a loud groan erupted from the performance arts students behind him.

"don't lose, leehan!" one of them called. "we don't wanna smell like charcoal for the next three days!"

"yeah, no pressure," minji added with an evil grin, winking at you from the sidelines.

you turned to face leehan, standing only a breath apart. his hands hovered hesitantly in front of him, and for a good second, neither of you moved.

a beat of silence, then another.

and then—

"oh my god, are they just gonna stare at each other?" someone groaned from the crowd.

"just push already!"

leehan exhaled, his gaze flickering to the side for half a second, just enough time for you to notice. his ears were turning red.

he wasn't making the first move.

so, you took a deep breath and pressed your palms against his. the moment you made contact, leehan's reflexes kicked in. and, he dodged.

his hands swung back, completely avoiding your push at the last second, and then— your own momentum collapsed.

your foot slipped. your weight tipped forward. the log suddenly felt like the most unstable thing in existence as gravity won.

gasps rippled through the crowd as you flailed, arms reaching for anything, anyone.

leehan moved.

his hands caught your shoulders in a firm grip, fingers tightening instinctively. but it was already too late. you were falling, and instead of pushing you back up—he pulled you toward him.

a rush of wind filled your ears as the two of you went tumbling down. you barely processed the feeling of his chest against yours before you crashed onto the grass, landing right on top of him.

the world tilted. the shouts from the crowd muffled. for a split second, all you could focus on was the solid warmth beneath you—the rise and fall of leehan's chest, the way his dark lashes fluttered slightly as he blinked up at you. his hands were still gripping your shoulders, his brows furrowed slightly like he was still processing what just happened.

the realization hit you just as you lifted your head, only to see him staring up at the sky, lips pressed into a tight line, his face was burning red.

the entire field erupted—some students were groaning in disappointment, others were screaming like they had just witnessed a scene straight out of a romance drama.

"yo, leehan took the fall!!" someone from his team yelled.

"did he just sacrifice himself?!"

"that was so dramatic, what the hell—"

your own department wasn't much better. minji and bae were practically dying in the background, their laughter was hysterical.

"oh my god-oh my god," bae wheezed, gripping minji's shoulder for support. "that was the most awkward slow-motion fall i have ever seen in my life—"

"leehan, buddy, you're getting grilled for this one," another guy from his team teased, making the rest of his department cackle.

you, on the other hand, were still frozen in place, staring down at leehan, who seemed to be mentally processing his life choices. his arms had already dropped to his sides, but his eyes refused to meet yours.

"…did you just let yourself fall?" you finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.

leehan's jaw tightened. he exhaled sharply through his nose before muttering, "you were gonna fall face-first into the ground."

you blinked. "yeah, but-"

before you could even finish your sentence, he suddenly sat up, shifting you off him gently that made your face heat up. "forget it," he mumbled, finally looking at you quickly before standing up.

you stayed seated, still trying to process what just happened as the senior clapped his hands together.

"well! that was… an interesting match," he said, barely holding back a grin. "congrats to the performance arts department!, you know what to do—get the grill ready."

a wave of groans and playful complaints came from leehan's team, but they didn't seem all that upset, more entertained, if anything.

leehan, meanwhile, didn't say another word as he dusted off his clothes and walked back toward his department, his ears still visibly red.

minji and bae wasted no time sprinting toward you. "you have to be kidding me," minji said, breathless from laughter. "that was the most painfully awkward yet cinematic thing i've ever witnessed."

bae grabbed your shoulders, shaking you slightly. "he let himself fall, y/n. fall."

"i know—" you stammered, still completely overwhelmed.

"oh, we are never letting this go," minji smirked. "your future grandchildren will hear about this."

you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

you finally pushed yourself up, brushing dirt off your clothes while shooting a glare at minji and bae, who were both clearly enjoying themselves way too much.

"come on, save the shit for later. the table's waiting." you furrowed your brows and quickly jogged toward the open field, where a designated dining area had been set up—foldable tables lined up neatly under hanging string lights, with food stalls stationed nearby.

behind you, minji and bae exchanged a look before following, still grinning like they had just witnessed the juiciest scene of the year.

the scent of grilled pork and sizzling spices wafted through the air as you approached the grilling station. the area was mostly empty except for leehan and his two friends tending to the food. he stood near the grill, tongs in hand, flipping pieces of marinated pork. the glow from the flames reflected an orange light on his face, making his usual sharp features seem softer—though the redness on his ears tells the fact that he was definitely still thinking about what happened.

unfortunately, so were you.

but if nobody else in the field seemed to care about your very public fall and totally-not-a-hug, except for your nosy friends, then maybe, you could pretend it never happened.

with a quick glance back at your table where minji and bae were already watching like they were waiting for more drama, you sighed and walked toward leehan.

"hey." you bit your lip, shifting your weight as you awkwardly patted the sides of your jeans.

leehan glanced at you, his grip on the tongs tightening for half a second before he quickly snapped his attention back to the grill. "uh—hi." he stuttered slightly, eyes locked on the sizzling meat like it was the most fascinating thing around.

the air between you felt weird. not bad, just charged. and the last thing you wanted was for your friends to have more material to tease you with, so instead of bringing up the fall, you latched onto the first neutral thing that came to mind.

"why are you and your two friends the only ones grilling?" you asked, arms crossing as you tilted your head.

leehan exhaled, scratching the back of his neck. "oh, well. i fell on purpose, and i didn't exactly lose because of—uh, skill issue." his voice dropped slightly at the end. "so i told them i'd just stay here and handle it while they took a break. my friends decided to stick around."

at that, you turned your head slightly, only to find his two friends watching with matching shit-eating grins. one even wiggled his eyebrows at you.

your throat went dry. "oh."

feeling the weight of guilt creeping in, you lowered your voice. "i'm… sorry about that. you could've just let me fall. literally that's the purpose of the game."

leehan's brows furrowed. "no, no, don't worry about it." his reply was quick, almost automatic, but he still didn’t dare look at you for more than half a second—like prolonged eye contact might make him explode.

you nodded, deciding not to push further. "okay, well… i'll be at our table." you gestured vaguely in the direction of your friends, who were still watching from across the field, minji giving you an exaggerated thumbs-up.

leehan finally glanced at you, just for a second before nodding.

as you turned and walked away, the moment you were just barely out of earshot, one of leehan's friends, gyuvin, wasted no time.

he bumped his shoulder. "what was that about?" his grin was obnoxious.

leehan rolled his eyes. "nothing."

gyuvin's smirk widened. "you like that art kid, don't you?"

leehan shot him a glare, but his damn ears and smile were giving him away again. "it's not like that," he muttered, flipping another piece of pork with slightly more force than necessary. "i just—she was gonna fall face-first. i was just helping."

gyuvin raised his hands sarcastically. "sure, sure. i didn't even say anything about what happened earlier. defensive punk." he snickered before turning back to the grill.

leehan let out a deep sigh. his gaze drifted toward your table, where you were now laughing at something minji said, eyes crinkling, completely at ease.

and somehow, despite everything, he didm't feel the need to avoid you anymore. if anything, the whole thing just made him less tense around you. he then looked back down at the grill, the corner of his lips quirking up slightly, especially knowing that sungho wasn't around.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

hours had passed, and everything had gone as smoothly as it could for a night filled with alcohol-fueled chaos. the majority of the students were sprawled across tables, completely blacked out, while the slightly more functional seniors—who weren't much better off, had taken on the duty of dragging everyone into their tents. your two friends were no exception, and you had just finished dragging their deadweight bodies inside, tucking them in like unruly toddlers.

unlike them, you were still fairly sober, well, at least sober enough to remain functional. you couldn't afford to be wasted like the last time, not when leehan was also among the last ones standing. the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of him isn't in your bucket list.

with the last of the stragglers taken care of, you helped leehan and the remaining seniors clean up the field. tables were folded back into place, chairs stacked, grills set aside, and stalls closed. most of the lamps had been turned off, leaving only the dim glow of the ones hanging from wooden posts scattered around the area. the atmosphere had shifted from lively chaos to a sleepy, dreamlike haze.

it was already past 11 pm, but exhaustion hadn't caught up to you yet. instead, a restless energy buzzed under your skin. you grabbed a chair and positioned it a few steps away from the tents, facing the open view of the night. the sky stretched before you.

you cracked open a bottle of soju, deciding that now was the perfect time to have your drink. the night was winding down, and for once, you could just sit back and enjoy it.

then, you turned your head just as leehan walked over, dragging a chair beside yours. a can of beer dangled from his fingers.

"can i sit here?" he asked, glancing at you.

you hummed in response, nodding as you popped a chip into your mouth. "mhm, sure."

the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the distant conversations of the last few awake students—two seniors who were obviously a couple and three freshmen still lingering on the field, filled the background.

"i had fun today," you murmured absentmindedly, crunching on another chip.

leehan let out a deep sigh. "me too. today was great."

you glanced at him before speaking again. "thanks again... for earlier."

he simply smiled, shaking his head. "no problem. don't mention it."

a beat of silence passed, but something passed by your mind—a spark of curiosity you could no longer ignore.

"leehan, by any chance…" you hesitated for a second before looking at him directly. "did you used to hate me?"

he froze mid-sip, his can of beer hovering just before his lips. his expression flickered before he placed the can down beside him.

"no, y/n. i didn't hate you," he said simply.

but that wasn't enough for you. "then why?" you didn't elaborate, but you knew he understood exactly what you were asking. "and don't avoid my question."

he let out a sigh, as if he's caught in a corner. "i just… didn't know how to talk to you, that's all," he admitted before taking another sip of his beer.

you scoffed under your breath, "you could've just said hi. or, i don't know, maybe actually responded when i tried to talk to you a million times?"

leehan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "it's easier said than done."

you narrowed your eyes. "what’s that supposed to mean?"

"i did try, y/n," he muttered. "it's just… there were reasons."

before you could press further, his phone buzzed in his pocket. he barely glanced at the screen before standing up.

"i have to take this. it's sungho."

you watched as he walked away, pressing the phone to his ear. you exhaled, swirling your drink before downing the shot in one go. by the time leehan returned a few minutes later, the mood had already shifted.

neither of you spoke, but the itch to start another conversation is still there. you weren't about to bring up the previous topic again, at least not now. so instead, you went for something else.

"by the way," you started, tilting your head slightly, "who was the person your brother was talking about during summer vacation?"

leehan, now slightly buzzed himself, didn't seem as guarded. he simply hummed, pretending to think.

your lips curled into a teasing smirk. "was it minju?" you nudged his shoulder playfully. "moka and minji swore you had a thing for her. can't blame you though, she's pretty."

your voice started lighthearted, but by the end, your playful sneer faded into something softer. you turned away, pretending to focus on the open view again, but the slight crease in your brows said otherwise.

after a second of silence, leehan spoke.

"it's—" he hesitated, his fingers twitching against the beer can. "it's not…"

you turned back to him, eyebrows raised. "what?"

he shifted in his seat, finally facing you fully.

"it's not what you think," he said, his voice quieter this time.

there was something about the way he said it—something hidden between his words. his gaze met yours, intense and unfazed, and it felt like he was trying to tell you something without actually saying it out loud. just like he did during orientation.

"it's really not… y/n." his fingers curled slightly, as if resisting the urge to reach out to touch your hand resting on the armrest.

your breath hitched. then, his gaze dropped, and his expression hardened. "i regretted shutting you out for years. and i thought…" he swallowed. "i thought i'd never see you again."

your heart stumbled over itself. but before you could even begin to process what he was saying, he shook his head abruptly.

"no, forget it." his tone shifted back to dismissive. "i just felt guilty, that's all."

and just like that, he stood up, smiling down at you as if the conversation never happened.

"good night."

you blinked, still reeling from what you just heard. "...good night, leehan."

as he walked away, disappearing into the field, you sat there, gripping the soju bottle a little tighter. yes, you were buzzed. but you weren't that drunk. you heard every single word. you absorbed everything.

and honestly? sometimes, you just wanted to punch the truth straight out of his stomach.

for weeks, leehan had been confusing. but now it was getting worse. still, your sister's words, wooyoung's advice, and your mom's reminders echoed in your mind.

"give it time." you exhaled, leaning back in your chair, the night air cool against your warm cheeks.

easier said than done.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

after that evening, the fragile bridge between you and leehan seemed to be crumbling again—slowly this time, like glue unsticking at the edges rather than shattering all at once. it wasn't like in high school, when he'd casually strike up a conversation with you one day and then act like you didn't exist the next. no, this was different. leehan was still around, but there was a distance creeping in. he avoided certain conversations, left texts on read a little longer than usual, but he didn't leave you hanging or outright ignore you either.

you hadn't told your friends about what you and leehan talked about that night. you already knew they wouldn't let it go, the same way they still hadn't stopped hounding you about what happened during the game. and when they told moka? oh, it got worse.

"ugh, i would pay to see that firsthand."

"i bet leehan couldn't sleep that day."

"do you have a video of it?"

it was like they were tuning in to some long-awaited high school drama, hanging onto every detail as if they were watching a season finale. meanwhile, you were just confused.

but soon enough, life caught up.

hell period arrived in full force—projects piled up, deadlines loomed, and sleep became a myth. for three months straight, you barely had time to think about anything except surviving the academic hell. even leehan, whose presence had occupied too much of your headspace before, became just another background character in your overloaded brain.

so, when sungho's voice echoed through the empty art studio one night, it startled you out of your exhaustion.

"need a lift?"

you blinked up at him, paint-streaked and sleep-deprived, having spent the past day and a half obsessing over a portrait for your professor, because, of course, your perfectionist tendencies wouldn't let you submit anything less than flawless.

letting out a sigh, you stretched your stiff arms above your head. "yeah, might not have the patience to wait for the bus tonight." you chuckled, tugging off your apron.

sungho leaned against your desk, watching as you packed up. "band practice ended earlier, figured you'd still be here. this place is basically your second home at this point."

"tell me about it." you slung your bag over your shoulder.

"oh, by the way, thanks again for designing our band logo. that probably ate up a lot of your time."

you waved him off with a smile. "no worries. happy to be part of your future world domination as a band."

sungho laughed, but before he could offer anything in return, you quickly shut him down. you weren't taking any grand gestures as a 'thank you'—except maybe a ride home, since the two of you lived in the same apartment complex.

as you walked through the dimly lit corridors of your building, sungho glanced over at you. "you should eat something proper. come have dinner at my place. i insist."

"nah, i'll be fine with ramyeon," you replied without hesitation.

sungho clicked his tongue and stepped in front of you, blocking your way. "please? just this once? think of it as a proper thank-you, and then i won't insist anymore."

you rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling. "fine. alright."

grinning in victory, sungho led the way to his apartment and entered the passcode. "welcome," he said, stepping inside and neatly placing his shoes on the rack. you followed, taking in the surroundings as you set your bag down on the sofa.

to your surprise, the place was spotless, organized. almost disturbingly clean.

"this is not what i expected." you smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter as he disappeared into his room to put away his guitar.

"what, you thought i'd be a mess because i'm a man, and in a band?" sungho chuckled as he emerged, heading straight for the fridge. "i clean pretty often."

"i can tell." you glanced around, noticing small personal touches—decorations on the shelves, a game console by the tv, a fish plushie resting against the couch. "you've got a lot of stuff for someone who lives alone."

sungho snorted, pulling a frozen steak from the fridge. "alone? oh, no. i live with leehan."

you froze mid-scan of the apartment.

"—what?"

before you could fully process that bombshell, a door creaked open across the room.

"who the hell are you talking to—"

leehan's voice cut off abruptly.

your eyes met his. his eyes met yours. both of you stood frozen like deer caught in headlights.

"what are you doing here?!" leehan demanded, whipping his head toward sungho like he had just betrayed a sacred brotherly code.

you opened your mouth, then closed it, still too baffled by the revelation to form a proper response.

of course, he'd be living with his brother. why did your brain automatically assume he lived with his parents?

still, the fact that he looked just as shocked as you felt was almost funny. you cleared your throat, pointing weakly at the wall next to you. "uh… i live next door."

leehan's face twisted in a mix of disbelief and regret, like he had just realized there was no escaping you.

sungho, meanwhile, simply turned back to the stove and muttered, "why are you two so shocked to see each other?"

- to be continued

[venus-vault]

Friend Of The Family: Epilogue

When I wake up, the lights in Mr. Reed's bedroom have been turned off, the scented candle on the nightstand blown out. I'm sleep-warmed and a little hazy as I reach a hand around the bed next to me. Cold. Empty. Where is he? Rolling opposite, toward the edge of the bed, I fish my phone out of the pocket of my jeans. 4:09 a.m. Dad should be up in a couple hours.

I gather my clothes and hurriedly make my way into the guest bathroom, turning on the shower and ridding myself of last night's underwear. Taking a minute to scan my body in the mirror, I realize how tired I look - because I am, and I already know I'm probably going to be asleep most of the day. My thoughts are interrupted by the buzz of the phone on the vanity.

Reed: You're up early. Toast, coffee? x

Memories of last night's rendezvous fill my mind and a deep blush takes my features as I tap back : yeah down in a sec 💕

After my shower, I slip into a pair of pink flannel pajama pants and a tank top and make my way down to the kitchen, where Mr. Reed has set out my breakfast, but is nowhere to be found.

Me: thx 4 breakfast, btw where r u?

Reed: End of the hall, past the bust, door on the right. x

I take a sip of the coffee, -he remembered how I like it- and abandon the toast to find him. The hallway is dimly lit but bright light flows from under the door at the end and I let myself in.

"Hello?"

"(y/n), welcome."

He sits at a desk near the door scattered with a few different piles of books, journals, tinkering with something. I take a look around the room. It's a maze of dark shelves filled with all manner of books, records, magazines, and in the center, a large desk, on which sits a nearly burned down candlestick and behind which are two doors, one green and the other purple. There are a couple rows of what look to be pews, and a long, seemingly wine-stained Persian aisle runner, and while I'm all for meticulously curated decor, I can't quite place this room's purpose.

Taking a couple steps further in, I look around a bit more. Portraits of different religious figureheads line a wall and I notice a vinyl player off to one side of the room. "So is this like, your office or...?"

"Office. Sanctuary. Man-Cave. Whatever you like." He doesn't look up.

"Huh. Cozy. And why have I been summoned here at nearly 5am?"

"You woke up at nearly 5am, I heard your dainty little footsteps, and I figured that maybe... you'd like to open a gift, what do you say?"

"I say...yes, please" I beam, closing the door behind me and wandering behind his seat at the desk. He has a journal of barely legible scrawl open and I watch over his shoulder as Mr. Reed carves details into a small wooden figurine. Resting a hand over either of his shoulders, I set my chin on his head and he relaxes his arms, setting down the figure and carving knife. "Right. Take a seat just there," he gestures to the pews, "hold out your hands and close your eyes, please." He taps the tops of my hands and I do as he says.

Taking my seat and closing my eyes, I hear Mr. Reed shuffling through the room behind me and then feel him settling into the pew just beside me.

"Don't look yet, dear."

"I'm not, I swear," I laugh, feeling a weight settle into my palms, and run the tips of my fingers along the edge of it... thin... large.... square....

"Go on, then. Open."

I open my eyes and it dawns on me. It has to be a vinyl. Has to be. There's no way it's not.

I cautiously peel back one edge of the wrapping paper to see a gilded block letter 'Y' over a blue background. No fucking way. I quickly rip away the rest of the wrapping paper and in my hands sits the vinyl record cover of Lana's Born To Die : Paradise Edition... and in the left bottom corner, in gold looping script.... it's signed. My eyes go wide. I have to blink a few times to make sure this is really happening. Holding the record up to the light, the metallic script shifts and glimmers. It is real. She... she signed this. She held this. I scoff in shock, feeling tears sting the corners of my eyes.

"Well? Do you like it?"

"Thank you...so much... holy shit. How did you even get this?"

"Well, you'll remember that before the world shut down, at the height of her popularity, she used to do signings, meet-and-greets, that sort of thing... I've been to...many."

"I thought you didn't leave the house anymore?"

"Not for things like...groceries, or clothing, stupid things, but... for her, on occasion... I make an exception."

He smirks, proud of himself, and I can tell this is of the same sentimental value to him as it is to me.

"Mr. Reed, are you sure you want me to have this? You said it was one of your favorites... I can't take something like this from you..."

"Let me give you something I love, that we both do. That is what this is all about, after all."

"But I didn't get you anything-"

"Wrong. I'd say, (y/n), that your mere presence here, your personality, as pretentious, contrarian and apathetic as it's been, has been a great gift to me. So thank you, for the gift of allowing me to know you."

I attempt to blink away tears of joy but they come regardless and he wraps an arm around my shoulder as I wipe them away, "Merry Christmas, (y/n)." A kiss to the top of my head.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Reed."

He tips my chin up. Our eyes meet, and he leans in.

As we kiss, I feel one of his hands rest on the back of my neck and it occurs to me that this may be one of the last times I get to be with him like this before Dad and I head back to the city, and the Oxbridge winter break concludes.

Mr. Reed's tongue tastes like black coffee, and he smells of cardamom and clove. He takes the record from my hands, setting it aside and pulls away for a moment. "I'll miss this. You, being here..."

"After this...When will we see eachother again, in person I mean?"

"Well, they do still allow you a summer holiday, yes?"

"Yes..."

"I don't see why you wouldn't be able to fly in..."

"But it costs-"

"I'd pay for it. Happily. You are worth at least the price of a Heathrow-Boulder plane ticket, or maybe even the other way around..." he takes one of my hands in his, quirking an eyebrow at me.

"You'd come to see me?"

"If I absolutely have to, I don't see why not. Bit of nostalgia never hurt. "

"But what about in the meantime?" 

"We have phones, (y/n), E-mail addresses. I watched E-mail come into existence, and it hasn't failed me yet. I've known lovers who stayed in touch over oceans with much less than you and I have at our disposal." He smiles and the corners of his eyes crinkle and I bury my face in his chest to keep from crying. I couldn't have estimated how strongly I'd react to the idea of leaving.

Mr. Reed wraps his arms tightly around me, a hand drawing soothing circles into my back. "Come now, that's alright. Everything will be alright, (y/n). You have my word.  You'll see me sooner than you know."

I sniffle, breathing deep as I look up at him. "Okay. Yeah. I-I'm sorry I just, I really like being with you and-"

"I know. I feel the same. We'll have tomorrow," his voices drops to a whisper "We have tonight..."

He's right and after a couple minutes, we move back to the kitchen to prepare a Christmas Eve breakfast for Dad.

Christmas comes and Christmas goes.

I recieve a green leatherbound journal from Dad, 'To the next great American novelist: never stop.' 

He and Mr. Reed unknowingly gift eachother the exact same grey cashmere sweater, and on the morning of the 26th, we share a tearful goodbye.

Upon my return to the Oxford dormitories, I unpack the Christmas cookies and Lana Record he gave me. I feel myself tear up just looking at them and send a message over Whatsapp: miss you 🥺

Seconds later : And I you. Have you unpacked your things yet? x

Me: no, just the presents from you and from Dad.

Reed: You may want to do so, left a little something at the bottom of your suitcase for exactly this occasion. x

Me: what is it?

Reed: Unpack. x

I tear into the suitcase hastily, tossing clothes, books and toiletries around the room with total abandon until-

I see it.

There, at the bottom of my suitcase; an immaculately folded checkered cardigan.

[3amstoryreader]

Medicine Pocket as your partner pt.1

Warnings: nothing just Medicine Pocket maybe some parts will be a bit suggestive (and ofc there'll be a bit of swearing)

It's my first time writing after years

Part 2

Congratulations, that's impressive. You're the Medicine Pocket fav idiot and everybody at Laplace knows it.

They'd never try to hide your relationship. Quite the opposite if you don't work at the Foundation or you just work in a different department. Whenever you stop by, everyone will see the white-haired researcher running at the speed of light through rooms and corridors to greet their lover idiot.

"Is it really okay to stay here?"

"Tsk just stop fucking worrying yourself the bucket head says you can stay here next to me as long as a work properly"

Bite marks, yeah, bite marks all around your body 24/7. I believe biting is MedPoc way of showing you their love, but look at the positive aspect less money spent on chewing toys and pillows.

"Are you serious, Medpo? You left another one around my neck while I was asleep. How am I supposed to hide it now?"

"Just don't, dumbass? You look so fucking hot with those cute marks on you and anyway everybody at Laplace saw em"

"I hate you, I'm not letting you sleep on the bed for a week"

"Bet"

You are the only lucky person who gets to read MedPoc works and research and sit on their laps while they're working or just yapping about what happened in the lab today.

"Dammit that piece of talking metal still refuses to fund my new puppies area just because we're saving up for other fucking useless projects like, who the fuck needs socialisation room!??!"

"Where do you think you're going, (name)? You know that I work better with you on my laps*insert dramatic voice*"

"I'm getting us something to eat since cuz you've been working for hours"

Petnames. I feel like Medpo would call you something like idiot, puppy, dumbass, my love, and cutie. Sometimes they'll use meanier names on accident but never mean it.

"My love, please don't leave. I wanna stay in bed a little longer. I bet X wouldn't mind if we're late"

Quality time is important for them, whether it's cuddling in the morning or walking together while holding hands. It was mentioned somewhere that MedPo would rather spend time running outside like a dog instead of staying in one of those relax rooms. So I guess they'll ask you to spend the day outside (when they're not busy) for long walks, picnics, or just enjoying nature.

"Puppy, look, the weather is good today. Get your ass up and wear something comfortable, and if you can't find anything just take something for my wardrobe. We're going outside"

Speaking of cuddles, believe me or not, MedPo is extremely touchy, needy, and a tease when it comes to you. When they find you turned around, their first thought is to hug you from behind and crush you with their tall and heavy body( it's not you to fight back. They won't listen and just smirk at you).

"MEDICINE POCKET GET YOUR HEAVY ASS OFF ME"

"Nah, it's cute to see u like this"

Just imagine other scenarios like: They getting outside the bathroom after a hot shower wearing only a towel and catching you staring from afar. You're getting teased for this good luck.

"Ohh~ didn't expect my idiot to be a pervert and you aren't even trying to hide it" says MedPo while holding your chin, forcing you to look in their eyes.

"I just looked at you way for a sec I'm not a pervert" you try to fight back, avoiding looking a your lover's face but oh my they looked so gorgeous with their untied wet long hair and water drops falling on their slim body

"Whatever you say, would you like me to take off my towel as well to bless your eyes with my full beautiful body" MedPo hand leaves your chin now holding the edge of the towel warped around their hips

"Go ahead, smartass because if I recall correctly, there isn't supposed to be much to see under that towel"

"Ouch, you're such a meanie bullying your partner like this." After the dramatic act, they place a soft kiss on your lips and leave to get dressed pretending to be extremely hurt and pained by your words

Oh my, I forgot how tiring writing can be. I hope you enjoyed reading this. Btw English is not my first language if you find any mistakes pls let me know :]

Edit: For some reason part 2 doesn't show in the tags so the only way to read it is to click the link or check my profile

[butchersboobs]

If You Can't Get Over, Get Under

A Billy Butcher POV fic

It's been eight months since you and Billy split up, but now he's got you right back where you belong...

NSFW under the cut - over 18s only, MDNI

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I rub me cock up ‘n down yer cunt - wanna get me dick nice 'n wet before I stick it in - 'n tap atcha clit for a bit. Always drove ya wild, that. 

Ya practically beggin’ f'me t'get inside ya. Fuckin’ soaked, you are. Gapin’. Part o'me wants to keep ya waitin’, keep teasin’, but I can't wait no more.

I line meself up and push inside, n'yer so fuckin’ ready f’me, I just sink all the way in. An’ I ain't ever felt anyfin like it in me life. M'gonna love ploughin’ in t'this. Always fuckin’ did.

“Fuck I've missed this cunt - fuuuck me” I some'ow manage t'gasp out. 

Wish I'd kept me bloody gob shut though, cos the way you clench round me, ‘n the look on yer face as soon as I say it - well, it almost makes me shoot me load instantly. 

I bite me lip, breave, try t’concentrate. Steady meself. I wanna take me time, enjoy gettin’ reacquainted wiv the best cunt I've ever ‘ad the pleasure o'fuckin’. Wanna make sure you enjoy it - need to ‘ear more o'them filfy sounds ya used to make just f’me. 

An’ as if on cue - yer begging me again. “Please… please Billy. I need you to fuck me!” you moan. 

Alright love. Don'ave to tell me twice.

So I start fuckin’ in t'ya. Slow, but firm. I lean down ‘n kiss ya, rough, me tongue playin’ round wiv yours. Fuck, I've missed this. Missed you.

You start tugging at me ‘air, tellin’ me ya wannit faster. So fuckin’ faster I go.

Yer really gettin’ into it now - takin’ me ‘ammerin away in ya so well. Thassit, my dirty li’le bitch.

This is nice ‘nd all, but it ain't quite enough no more. I need to get proper deep, really feel ya. So I pull out, ‘n drag ya down the bed a bit.

I push yer legs up t'wards yer chest, an' 'ave a cheeky li'le suck on yer tits while I'm at it. I can’t ‘elp but smirk atcha - writhin’ ‘n whinin’ under me like yer about ready t'squirt.

I spread yer legs open wider, and get stuck straight back in. 

Yeah. Yeah.

That's better.

Can get much deeper at this angle. An’ if memory serves, I should be strokin’ right against ya sweet spot now. Yep. There you go, swee'eart - screamin’ every swearword under the bloody sun, flutterin’ away, tryna milk me cock. But I ain't done yet. 

I pick up the pace some more - proper goin’ t’town now. Every little bump ‘n ridge in this perfect li'le hot 'n drippin’ cunt o'yours feels tailor made for my cock. Fuckin'ell, we may’ve fucked everyfin else up, but we’re bloody good at this. 

The sound o'yer pussy squelchin’ 'nd our skin slappin’ togevver spurs me on. I go even ‘arder on ya - I know ya can take it. Faster still. Deeper. And when you start comin’ - the fuckin’ noises I'm pullin outcha would put a bleedin’ porn star t'shame, love. I fuckin’ love it. Nuffin more beautiful on this earf than you comin’.

The rhythmic pulses your cunt's givin’ me right now leave me no choice. Game over. I've lost all control - hips pistonin' in t'ya wiv a mind o'their own. I couldn't stop thrustin’ now even if I wanted to. Me breavin's all over the shop. Fuck.

Ya feel so fuckin’ good, love. So fuckin’ good.

Ohh fuuuuckin'ell.

I thrust in t'ya so ‘ard, I think I might break ya. I can't ‘elp it. I swear that's yer cervix I can feel. It's like some invisible force 'olds me still right there, as deep as I can get - and I come that ‘ard, me ‘ole body's shakin’. I pull back and thrust again, fillin’ ya up some more. Spurt after spurt. Me vision goes for a sec. Christ. 

Fuck me.

I fuckin’ swear t'God - I've never come so ‘ard in me fuckin’ life.

I sink down on top o'ya, breathin’ so ‘eavy you'd fink I'd just run a fuckin’ marathon. You look a right fucked-out mess. Absolutely perfect.

I keep kissin' all over ya neck, all gentle like - tell ya you're a good gell, takin’ a right batterin' from me cock like that.

I roll off, knackered, but pull ya in for a cuddle. “Alright love?” I ask. “Yeah” is all y’can manage, poor fing. “Ya need anyfin? Water? Wash cloff? A fuckin’ ambulance?”.

You laugh.

An’ I know in that moment, I ain't never lettin’ you go again.

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Tags: @d3m0ncrybaby @dumpy-little-nobody @bluemerakis @karlurbanism @enchantedflameandflower @jax-the-oregonian @bobabilbil @frank3nfag @bohemianblasphemy @bluecalypso24 @galaxyshifting @jynx15 @lloquent @noonwardmoss @rustanddusted @scrmqwn @scxrchedearf

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Idia Shroud - Tsumsitter Vignette

"A Moment with Idiatsum I"

[Main Street]

―Idia and Vil, immediately after encountering their look-alike tsums…

Vil: Honestly, what a handful they are… Idia, we must capture those tsums.

Idia: Eeh…!? Wh-why do I have to go with you…?

Vil: Are you content with having those peanuts outfox us? Quickly, now!

Idia: Urrgh, why is this happening to me…? I shouldn't've gone outside…

[Idia and Vil start searching]

Idia: Not like we even know where the tsums ran off too…

Vil: Oh! I found a tsum! Idia, help me capture it.

Idia: Eep…! As you wish…!

Vil: Good thing we were able to capture it fairly quickly. Be good, now, peanut.

Idia: Can't believe we found it posing under a lamp light… Fuheehee, Vil-shi, your tsum's real silly～

Vil: And do you think you have any time to be prattling away, still? Hurry and find your tsum already.

Vil: I'll be heading off to the Headmage's office now.

Idia: HUH!? Why…?

Vil: Well, why not? There's no reason for me to stay here longer than I need to.

Idia: B-But…! I came in as reinforcements to capture your tsum!

Vil: All you did was follow many paces behind me. So, goodbye.

Idia: W-Wait, wait, wait a moment! We just took our eyes off the tsums for a sec and they vanished, right!?

Idia: That means their speed stats are way too OP! There's no way I can catch them with my own weak skill set…

Idia: IT'S AN IMPOSSIBLE QUEST!!!

Vil: I understand what you're trying to say, but… It would just be a waste of my time to go searching for it without any plan.

Idia: I-I think I can guess where Tsum-shi would be… And I have a strat forming.

Vil: What are you thinking?

Idia: J-Just hear me out.

[Interior Hallway]

Vil: If this tsum takes after the introverted Idia, of course it would run indoors… Makes perfect sense.

Vil: Now it comes down to whether your ace strategy will succeed…

Idia: And, here we go. Pretty good for something I just slapped together with what I had on hand.

Vil: All you did was lean a basket on a vertical stick and laid a tablet underneath it. What's "pretty good" about it?

～♪

Vil: And the tablet is just playing some weird music on loop. What an eerie noise.

Idia: Huh? You seriously doesn't get how good this BGM is? This is why I just can't with normies…

Vil: You're planning to lure the tsum here with this music, yes? We should go hide ourselves in the shadows now.

[Idia's tsum follows the sound to the tablet]

Idia: Ah…

Vil: I can't believe it actually appeared…

Idia: Perf, it's checking out the tablet. Now all I have to do is pull the string attached to the string, and…

[thunk!]

Idia: It's under the basket!

[the tsum starts running frantically]

Idia: Wait, it's trying to run away even with the basket over it! Vil-shi, help!

Vil: Fine. You owe me for this, Idia.

[the tsum continues running]

[the tsum slows and finally stops]

Vil: …Oh, it stopped running. Perhaps it's accepted defeat.

Idia: I-I bet… It's just out of energy. It's kind of unsettling to see that it lacks stamina like me, too...

Vil: Well, at least your plan worked. Now then, we should hurry on to the Headmage's office.

[Ignihyde Dorm – Idia's Room]

Idia: Whew～ …Finally got to escape. I can't deal being stuck in the Headmage's office with that many people.

Idia: But still…

Idia: Tsum-shi, you've just been trying to avoid looking at anything, huh. …I mean, I definitely get it, tho.

Idia: I'm just as uncomfortable as you, you know… Didn't think the day would come that I'd let anyone else other than Ortho in here.

Idia: I guess if you're really like me, then you won't try to go outside anytime soon, so… Just gotta chill for now.

Idia: Think I'll just jump back into grinding in my online game to get outta this funk. 'Specially since we're in the middle of a EXP UP event.

Idia: Ugh, I fell asleep in the middle of my game again… Oh, it's 4:00 already. Gotta snag my login bonuses.

Idia: Hmm, where's my tablet? …Huh? I swear I threw it on my bed when I got back to my room…

Idia: More importantly, what's with this cardboard box? It's just sitting in the middle of my room, getting in my way…

[thud…!]

Idia: EEK!? The box moved on its own!?

Idia: Oh… I think I see what's happening… But I think I'll take a peek inside just in case.

[Idiatsum is under the box playing with the tablet]

Idia: Yuup, that was a given. So, Tsum-shi, what 're you doing with my tablet…?

Idia: …You're just re-rolling tutorial banners in some game??

"A Moment with Idiatsum II"

[Ignihyde Dorm – Idia's Room]

Idia: I showed it Premo merch, and the computer I built myself… Even showed it a ton of my other prized stuff…

Idia: But after all that, it got mad over MMORPG class roles. I'm so over this Tsum-shi.

Idia: Ugggh～ I was dumb, thinkin' I could take care of it myself. I'm not gonna do anything for it anymore.

Ortho: But you have to, the Headmage gave it to you to look after.

Idia: It'll be fine on its own. Or what, you wanna look after it?

Ortho: Hmmm, I don't really mind, but… I have to get going to my Film Research Club after this.

Idia: Eh!? You're heading out!?

Ortho: It'll be alright! I'm sure you and the tsum'll patch things up! See you later!

Idia: Be safe…

[Ortho leaves]

[Idiatsum pings on the tablet…]

Idia: Ortho left… And now I'm stuck all alone with Tsum-shi, even though we're not getting along… THIS SUCKS!!!

Idia: Ughhh, I don't want to deal with it anymore, but I gotta at least get my tablet back from it…

Idia: U-Um… Think you could give my tablet back anytime soon?

Idia: Eeep!? N-Nevermind…

Idia: Wait, why am I backing off, anyway? That's my tablet, isn’t it?

[Idiatsum pings on the tablet…]

Idia: URRRGGH… THIS IS STRESSING ME OUT～～～!

Idia: At this rate, I'll lose my consecutive login streak… I have to get that tablet back somehow!

Idia: What can I do to grab its attention…? I've already shown every Premo thing I have, and my custom build computer…

Idia: What else would catch my eye…? Ah! I got it.

Idia: …Cool. Let's get it done.

[Idiatsum pings on the tablet…]

Idia: Hey, Tsum-shi～ can I bug you for a sec?

[Idiatsum gives Idia a grumpy stare]

Idia: It's still cranky, huh. Hey, come on, I'm the one that wants to be upset here… No, wait, I mean…

Idia: I made something pretty cool for you, Tsum-shi.

Idia: Think of it as a peace offering… This is for you.

[Idiatsum perks up]

Idia: Ohoo～ Do you like it? You see, this is…

[room door opens]

Ortho: I'm back! Were you two able to patch things up?

Idia: Perfect timing, Ortho～! We're just about to come to a compromise.

Ortho: What do you mean, compromise?

Idia: I built a super amazing multi-functional sofa to pull the Tsum-shi in… Or more aptly named, "Tsum-Melting Sofa"!

Ortho: You're going to… melt the tsum?

[the tsum happily hops]

Idia: Ooh. Looks like it gets just how awesome this sofa is.

Idia: Come on, Tsum-shi, sit, sit!

Idia: Time to show the features off ASAP. First... We have this!

[sofa shines brightly]

Ortho: Woah, the sofa lit up like a rainbow!

Idia: That's a must for gamers, you know. As for why it's gotta light up like that, no comment.

[the massage function is activated]

Idia: Then there's the massage function. Nerds like us tend to get tension all up in our shoulders and backs and such.

Idia: Next is this: Inside the sofa is a 7.1 surround sound system with an amp and woofer embedded with it.

～♪

[tsum hops to music]

Ortho: Nice, looks like the tsum is pretty into it!

Idia: Use this alongside the massager function and it'll sooth both your mind and body.

Idia: There's a bunch of other functions, too, like a monitor extension, unfolding footrest, easy reclining…

Idia: But that's not enough for you, right, Tsum-shi? Oh, I know.

Idia: Everything until now has just been the prologue. From here on out… We'll tackle the true face of this sofa!

"A Moment with Idiatsum III"

[Ignihyde Dorm – Idia's Room]

Idia: But that's not enough for you, right, Tsum-shi? Oh, I know.

Idia: Everything until now has just been the prologue. From here on out… We'll tackle the true face of this sofa!

Idia: Let's turn it… ON!

[whirr…]

Idia: Fhee hee hee hee! Looking at Tsum-shi's reaction, it's super effective!

Ortho: The tsum is really excited. Nii-san, what kind of function is that supposed to be?

Idia: Listen and be amazed, this sofa is integrated with MR… a Mixed Reality display!!

Ortho: Huh!? MR is that function that combines the real world with anchored virtual elements, right?

Ortho: The tsum doesn't even have a headset… You're amazing!!

Idia: I mean～ At first I thought about making it come with a headset, but I just kinda found my groove while making it.

Idia: This kind of tech is basically still in beta, but yeah, I rocked it… Oh man, that's a W for me. Heehee!

[the tsum hops happily]

Ortho: The tsum is overjoyed, too. I wonder what it's seeing.

Idia: The default setting is a live performance vide of Premo, so I bet Tsum-shi feels like its right there in the action.

Ortho: Makes sense. Hehe, it looks so happy.

Idia: Yeaaah, glad it's happy with it. Let me grab my tablet before anything else happens…

Idia: Perf, I finally got it back. Now I can keep my consecutive login streak going.

Ortho: Was that your goal here all along?

Idia: Obviously?

Ortho: Yeah, I definitely couldn't believe my eyes when it looked like you had made a real cool sofa to reconcile with the tsum, but…

Ortho: Now that I know it was for the sake of your games, it makes so much more sense!

Idia: See, you get me, Ortho～

Idia: Sides, that sofa is basically just a prototype. I adjusted a blueprint that I had made for myself down to Tsum-shi's size…

Idia: Then I just made it with whatever I had on hand, so there's a ton of functions still missing.

Idia: I'll make sure to collect as much data as possible before it heads back home.

[tsum hops off the sofa]

Ortho: Oh hey, the tsum jumped off the sofa.

Idia: HUH!?

Idia: T-TSUM-SHI... WAS THERE SOMETHING YOU DIDN'T LIKE?

Ortho: It's all smiles. Maybe it's trying to thank you?

Idia: Ah, is that it…?

Idia: Fuheehee! I knew you'd get how cool all those functions were, Tsum-shi.

Ortho: It's great that you and the tsum are getting along again!

Idia: …I guess so. We might've bumped heads, but we're both nerds in the end.

Idia: Guess it's not totally a bad thing that we'll part on good terms, especially since I got to meet someone just like me…

Requested by @farfalla049.

[mingismuncher]

~ || Dancin' for diamonds 💕💋 2 || ~ S.M.G

Dom!Mingi, stripper!femreader

Content warning 🚫: Prostitution, unprotected s3x (don't be dumb.), cream pie, multiple rounds, oral/blowjob m!receiving, cuffing, pet names for m and f (baby, daddy, good girl) heavy swearing. I guess

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English is my first language, I'm just dumb so pls ignore misspelled words 💘💐

I kinda suck at writing actual sex scenes so there is a LINK +18 BEWARE

First and Second person POV 🌺

Nothing else! Enjoy!! 💋

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PREVIOUSLY:

"The...the blowjob was only $50" Y/n says confused

"I know, I want something else from you, I wanna fuck." Mingi says with a slight smirk, looking up at her, his legs still spread and pants still off.

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CHAPTER 2: Best I've ever had

"Uhm...well-...you kinda have to make a reservation for additional time and service unless I'm available." She says calmly, her tone mono but with a hint of interest

I wish I was, but bitch I'm usually busy as hell...she thinks to herself

"C'mon...30 minutes, MAX, you don't have a 30 minute window?" Mingi asks with a playful expression, looking into her eyes

"I-...well...I can check if i...do...one sec" I say as I dart my thirsty ass out of the private room, wobbling in my heels making my way to the front desk

"LAURA AM I AVAILABLE FOR AT LEAST 30 MINUTES?!" I ask one of my work friends/receptionist in a hurry

"uhmm let me check" she says, clicking random buttons on the computer "actually some dude, well, Y'know, Brandon, the one with the wife? Yeah he cancelled last minute, he told me to tell you that its him and his wife's anniversary tonight" she says with a small smirk on her face

"Thank goodness for that cheating asshole because the FINEST man I have EVER seen wants to fuck me...I'm at a lost for words like I'm honestly a little nervous to go back in there because... His eyes...they're intimidating but attractive and his lips are a pretty pink and-"

She cut her off

"Girl I LOVE that for you, but I really don't have time to hear you describe your dream fuck..." Laura says, eating a chip

"Please choke on a chip." You say playfully

"Beats choking on a dick!" She jokes back

"Whatever" you say as you walk back to the room, trying to gain that chill, laid back attitude once more

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You make it into the room, closing the door behind you

"So uh...where do we start?" She asks a little nervously

He looks around the room, looking at the bed and floor, along with the couch he's sitting on

"Let's see how long I can lift you up" he says teasingly, standing up, his pants still down, as he makes his way to her, picking her up easily and pushing her against the wall

You hit the wall with a small gasp as you feel the coldness touch your back. He breathes on your neck as he makes his way to your ear and whispers "Relax..." Before licking your ear and making his way down to your collar bones.

He made love to my neck and breast for what felt like hours

Holy fuckin shit. I usually and rightfully so HATE being licked by strangers but goodness it felt amazing coming from him. It was like his tongue was made out of a soft fabric the way it caressed my neck and collar bones so gently and the way he-

"Y/n??" He calls out

"huh?!" I say confused as he stops kissing and licking my body

"Get on the bed..."

I IMMEDIATELY walk my thirsty ass to the bed, ready and waiting. He makes his way over, crawling onto me and looking at me as if I'm some meat skewer, like wtf, but its so hot honestly. I snake my hands and arms to his back and wrapped my legs around his waist while he grinds on me slowly and starts kissing and licking me again...

It felt...good...A little too good.

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I'm usually a quiet person with strangers but this was different, it was impossible not to make some type of sound, my arousal was just too strong.

He pulls my leg higher as he grinds a little more, making sure I feel his boner and it's working, I move my body with his, matching his rhythm and pace and I take his tongue with mine.

He breaks the kiss, fully removing his pants and pulling off my expensive ass lingerie that I waited weeks for to come in the mail but its FINE, not really but, I'm sure this fuck will make it all worth it.

After what feels like an eternity of teasing he finally puts it in and oh my goodness, I don't know if its because I haven't been fucked in what felt like forever or if it was because his dick is ACTUALLY huge...

"...slowly..." I pant out as he starts thrusting in and out

"Are you a virgin? You're hella tight" he says looking down

"Uh no I just... Its been a while" I say awkwardly

Number one rule in this business is to NEVER gas up the men, their ego is not worth your pride or time, I promise you, no mans dick is ever as big as his ego.

He just chuckles and nods. After a few moments of slow thrusting he starts moving faster, hiking my leg up onto his broad shoulder and gripping my waist. I've never felt this good before...I know (WE'RE) delusional but this was the vest fuck I've had ever.

He continues thrusting at a tolerable pace, going from gripping my waist and gripping my throat.

"Turn over on all fours..." He pants out, waiting for me to turn on all fours. I turn on all fours, waiting for him to make his way into my entrance but he takes his time to put a pillow on my stomach for support, what a gentleman, anyways, he enters me slowly, thrusting like he has all damn day, gripping my hip with one hand and spanking me with the other

"Faster..." I moan out softly

Oh fuckin snap, did I just ASK for something?! I'm seriously losing the plot...

"Faster?" He asks for clarity and I nod. Why was that so fucking hot though?!?

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Mingi pushes her head down into a pillow as he starts fucking her from behind, his tall, muscular body pounding into hers like he had something prove.

I was levitating... It was like I was being rewarded for doing absolutely nothing. And for the first time EVER, I had an orgasm by a dude I'm doing a service for.

He pulls out immediately as I cum, cumming on my back and ass cheek with a grunt and lays down next to me

For what felt like hours we laid in silence, catching our breaths and calming down the adrenaline we both felt from that intense session.

He stands up, putting his boxers back on, and pulling his pants up

"Uh, thank you for the service, keep it up." He says whilst putting on his shirt.

"Um yeah...mhm..." I say quietly, still in bed, my body covered by the blanket, eyeing him as he walks out of the room.

Shit...that was something... A little too much for me honestly but I liked it, alot.

I quickly get dressed and head out of the private room, shutting off the lights and closing the door, walking back to my locker, collecting my money back and keys before heading home.

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I make it to my apartment and immediately take a shower, washing all of the lust and cum off my body as I start to think about what happened about 30 minutes ago.

Once I'm done drying off I slip into some panties and an oversized t-shirt before hopping into bed and getting on my phone... It's 10:37 PM.

I get back up and make myself something quick to eat, also bringing a bag a chips with me because this bitch likes to eat, tf...and I get back in my comfy bed and start watching my favorite show (your choice). About 10 minutes into the show, my phone goes off, its a text from my friend Gia.

"Y/n, I'm going on this double date with this guy and his friend but the problem is...I need a double. You down?"

Now why the fuck would she ask ME of all people

"Well when is it? I work tomorrow until 8."

"It's at 10:30" she replies back

I fucking bet it is , I think to myself

"I mean...I guess??"

"Good! Ty!! I'll text you details tomorrow evening"

"K" I respond, shutting off my phone and finishing my food before putting my chips away and placing my dish in the sink.

I tried to finish my show but honestly I'm way too fucked out...so I turn off my lamp and try to sleep.

I think to myself as I fall asleep.

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That is the end of a VERY long chapter 2!!

Sorry I missed so much for so long, ngl I forgot I had Tumblr 😂, let alone that I even posted anything. If you made it all the way through, tysm! And ily bitch 💘. I'll try my hardest to get better at WRITING actually smut if you want but if you like me adding videos ill gladly do so 💋 as before, lmk if you want a Chapter 3 and if I should change anything!!

xo, mingismuncher 👅❤

[wondersinwaynemanor]

that time when Diana visited the Manor and Jason didn't know she was coming over.

Jason: Dick, you fucking suck. *shoves Dick to the side as they walk to the kitchen* Why did you wake me up at this hour? I need my fucking beauty sleep. I have to finish the book tonight!!!

Diana and Bruce glance at each other as the two boys enter the kitchen.

Bruce: Boys! Quiet down. And Jaylad, language.

Jason finally takes in his surroundings. His cheeks turn crimson by the time he sees Diana.

Jason: OH MY GOSH! *coughs, completely embarrassed* Hey, Diana! :"D

Dick snickers beside him and tries to contain his laughter: Hi, Diana. I almost forgot you're coming over.

Jason gives Dick the "What the fuck?" and "Why didn't you inform me?" looks.

Diana: Good morning, Dears. Join us for tea?

Jason internally panics: Give me a sec.

Jason leaves the kitchen, runs to the nearest bathroom and checks his reflection if he looks presentable because OMG HIS FAVORITE HERO IS HERE AND SHE HEARD HIM CURSING???? Jason bites his finger to contain his embarrassment. Once he's ready, he takes a deep breath and leaves the bathroom.

Once Jason re-enters the room, Cass, Tim and Damian have joined the rest of the family on the table. He sits in between Cass and Damian. He is quiet as he begins to eat breakfast. Tim and Dick chuckle across him as they already understand why he's acting that way. Diana and Bruce talk about the gala that's happening on the weekend.

Cass notices Jason, gets worried and touches his hand as if asking if he's okay.

Damian: Todd, you okay? You look like you just read a sad ending from one of your novels.

Before Jason can answer, Alfred calls from the kitchen: Can someone please help me carry the Croissants?

Jason immediately stands up from the table and goes to Alfred to assist him: Got it, Alfie.

Alfred knows all too well: Of course you do, Master Jason.

Jason returns to the table and offers the bowl of Croissants only to Diana, even missing Bruce's hand that reaches for one of the pastries.

Diana: Thank you, Jason. *smiles as exquisitely as ever and gently gives a soft pat on Jason's face*

If Jason knew acrobatic movements, he would do one now.

Dick sees his younger brother's enthusiasm and he adores it: Wish you were always here, Diana.

Tim: Everyone seems more cheerful whenever you're here.

Everyone else at the table acknowledges.

Diana: Would love to be here always. If Bruce doesn't mind.

Jason blurts out: Oh, he doesn't mind. We love you being here. Right, B? :"D

Bruce smiles: You know you're always welcome here, Diana. *steals a glance at Jason who shrugs*

When Diana leaves, the whole table is chaotic.

Alfred: Good thing we had Miss Prince over.

Dick: Little Wiiiing. Looks like you're not upset anymore.

Damian: Thought Todd was gonna pass out.

Tim: He didn't even curse. Not a single bit.

Cass just sits there and chuckles as she observes her brothers banter back and forth.

Jason presents his middle finger but mostly only to Dick and Tim's direction: Fu-

Bruce warns: Jaylad.

Jason: Ugh, I'm going back to bed.

Once his children slowly leave the room, Bruce has an idea.

That night when Red Hood is on patrol.

Red Hood draws his gun from the holster and points it to the thugs.

Red Hood: Leave this city. If I see your faces here again, I swear I'm gonna fucking -

Before he can finish his sentence, the thugs are already running away.

Red Hood turns around and he nearly jumps when he sees Wonder Woman flying down beside him. He automatically puts his gun away.

Red Hood: Oh. Hey.. Hey, Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman: Red Hood. *she nods his way* Will be joining you tonight. Batman said you needed help.

And for the rest of the night, Red Hood didn't use his guns. Not even once. He's already planning the things he'll say to Bruce tonight. And yes, he's angry because a little heads up would have been helpful, but either way, it's nice having your favorite hero with you.

Batman smirks as he watches from the shadows: Problem solved. Thank you, Wonder Woman.