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needy pt.1

chapter summary: You're Scott's younger sister and for months you've been secretly dating Logan. How much longer can you and him keep the secret?

word count: 8.3k+ (19.3k+ total)

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: don't ask how or why this is so long, it was meant to be be less than 10k words but it just kept going. i was having a lot of fun writing this, and if people want to see a continuation or some other part of the story with these two, don't be afraid to ask! for now, enjoy cause there are like 3 smut scenes

there are two parts! tumblr has a word limit so i had to split it up!

warnings/tags: smut, unprotected piv, slight exhibitionism, slight pain kink, creampie, age gap (that's obvi), oral (f!receiving), slight praise kink, fingering, secret relationship, jealously, some possessiveness, peter maximoff being a little shit, fluff, slight angst

❀ part 2 ❀

“That’s it sweetheart.” Logan drawled, his body hovering over yours while slowly thrusting into you. “Doin’ so good for me.”

Your hands clawed at his shoulders, nail indents healing immediately.

Logan let out a low, rough chuckle against your throat. "Feisty, huh?" His voice was thick with heat, lips dragging along your pulse as he thrust deeper. "Go on, doll, mark me up all you want. Ain't like it'll stick—but I like feelin' you try."

Your breath hitched, legs tightening around his waist. "Shut up and move, Logan."

His smirk was all teeth. "Bossy." But he gave you what you wanted, picking up the pace, the bed rocking under both of you.

Knock. Knock.

Your body stiffened instantly. Logan froze too, just for a second, before his head snapped toward the door.

"Y/N?"

Scott.

Your stomach flipped. Logan's grip on your hip tightened. "You've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," he muttered under his breath.

"Shut up," you hissed, slapping a hand over his mouth. He raised an eyebrow at you, clearly amused despite the situation.

Scott knocked again. "You in there?"

You scrambled for an excuse, trying to keep your voice normal. "Uh—yeah! What do you want?"

Logan leaned in, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Think he knows his baby sister's gettin' fucked dumb by the big bad Wolverine?"

You smacked his shoulder. "You're not helping."

Scott sighed on the other side of the door. "Jean said you weren’t in your room, and you missed training this morning. You okay?"

Shit. "Yeah! I'm fine! I just—I was asleep."

Logan stifled a laugh against your neck. "Not a total lie," he murmured, nipping at your jaw.

You shoved at his chest. "Stop it," you mouthed.

Scott hesitated. "You sure?"

Logan's hips rolled, and you barely bit back a moan. "Positive," you choked out. "Just… tired. Can we talk later?"

A pause. Then: "Alright. Just checkin'." His footsteps retreated down the hall.

Logan didn’t wait. The second Scott’s footsteps faded down the hall, he was back on you—mouth hot, breath rough, hands greedy.

"You shoulda heard yourself," he murmured, lips dragging along your jaw. "Tryin’ to sound all innocent when I got you stuffed full like this."

Your nails dug into his back again, legs still locked tight around his waist. "And whose fault is that?"

His smirk was downright filthy. "Mine. And I ain't even a little sorry."

He moved again—slow, deep thrusts that had you gasping against his shoulder. You bit down on his skin, just to keep quiet, and he groaned low in his chest. "Fuck, doll, do that again."

You did, dragging your teeth over his collarbone, then licking over the mark like an apology. His pace stuttered for half a second before he pressed you deeper into the mattress, forearm braced next to your head.

"You wanna play dirty, huh?" His voice was a growl now, rough as gravel. "You're gonna be real sorry 'bout that."

And then he set a punishing rhythm—hips slamming into yours, his body pressed so tight to you that you could feel the heat of him everywhere.

You couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Every drag, every thrust had you unraveling under him, nails clawing at his arms, his back, his shoulders—anything to ground yourself.

"Logan," you gasped.

He groaned, burying his face in your neck. "Yeah, sweetheart, I know. I got you."

His breath was hot against your skin, his weight solid, grounding. But there was nothing slow or sweet about the way he moved now—his hips drove into yours with an intensity that made your nails sink even deeper into his back.

"Fuck, Logan," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, rough and dark. "S'what I like to hear," he muttered, dragging his teeth along the side of your throat. "All those little noises—only I get to hear ‘em, huh?"

Your fingers tangled in his hair, yanking just enough to make him grunt. "Maybe if you'd shut up and—oh, shit—keep going—"

Logan didn't need more encouragement. He pressed you further into the mattress, keeping you pinned beneath him, his pace relentless. Every roll of his hips sent a sharp, toe-curling heat through you, your pulse thudding loud in your ears.

Then—his mouth was at your ear again. "You still think Scott bought that bullshit excuse?"

Your stomach tightened, pleasure warring with panic. "Shut up," you hissed.

His smirk was pure sin. "Nah. Kinda fun knowin’ he was just outside while I had you like this—"

"Logan," you warned, biting back a moan.

He just hummed like the idea amused him. "Bet he'd lose his fuckin’ mind if he knew, huh? His sweet, innocent baby sister—" His hips slammed into yours, forcing out a sharp, breathless gasp. "—gettin' wrecked by the guy he hates most."

You slapped a hand over his mouth again, eyes flashing. "Do you want us to get caught?"

Logan just huffed against your palm, but his eyes burned with something darker. Amused. Possessive. A challenge.

Then, just as quickly, he shifted, dragging your hand away and pinning it above your head, his fingers laced through yours. "Nah, I like keepin’ you all to myself," he murmured against your lips before claiming them in a kiss—deep, messy, all tongue and teeth and heat.

The knock at the door had long since faded into silence, but the risk still lingered—your brother was right there, just down the hall. The thought alone made something coil tighter in your gut.

"Logan," you whispered, half warning, half plea.

"Shh," he muttered, his free hand slipping down your body, gripping tight at your waist as he drove into you again. "Just focus on me, sweetheart. Nothin’ else matters."

And for now, with his body pressing you deeper into the sheets, his breath ragged against your skin, and his hands branding you in ways that would never fade—he was right.

---

Dinner was already a disaster, and you hadn’t even sat down yet. Scott was in full big-brother mode, still eyeing you like he wasn’t convinced by your excuse from earlier. Jean had that look too—like she could hear your heart rate spike every time Scott brought it up. And Rogue? She was the worst of them all, smirking every time you so much as shifted in your seat.

“So,” Scott started, arms crossed as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “You sure you’re okay?”

You grabbed a plate, keeping your expression neutral. “Yeah, Scott. Just tired. I overslept.”

Scott frowned, clearly skeptical. “You never oversleep.”

Rogue snorted into her drink. “Maybe she had a long night,” she said innocently, then flicked her gaze toward you with way too much amusement.

Your stomach dropped. You shot her a glare, but she just smirked over the rim of her cup.

“Long night doing what?” Scott asked.

Jean sighed. “Scott.”

“No, seriously. She missed training. That’s not like her.”

“Maybe she was busy,” Rogue said, taking a slow sip. “Real busy.”

You swore you were going to kill her. Right here. At the dinner table.

Scott’s frown deepened. “Doing what?”

Before Rogue could dig your grave any deeper, Logan walked in like he owned the place, rolling his shoulders and grabbing a beer from the fridge. He barely spared you a glance, but you knew he was enjoying this way too much.

“Doin’ what, Summers?” Logan popped the cap off the bottle and took a swig, looking entirely unbothered.

Scott gestured toward you. “She missed training this morning. Said she was sleeping, but she never oversleeps.”

Logan shrugged. “Guess she needed it.”

Scott narrowed his eyes. “You don’t think that’s weird?”

Logan leaned against the counter, looking unimpressed. “What’s weird is you interrogatin’ her like she committed a crime.”

Rogue let out a cough that sounded a hell of a lot like a laugh.

Jean, who had been watching the entire thing unfold, finally spoke up. “Scott, drop it. If she says she was tired, she was tired.”

Scott exhaled sharply, clearly still unconvinced but finally letting it go. “Fine.” He grabbed his plate and moved to sit down.

Logan smirked over the rim of his beer before taking another sip. You didn’t even have to look at him to know exactly what was going through his head.

As soon as Scott turned away, Rogue leaned over and muttered under her breath, “You’re lucky Jean shut him up.”

You kicked her under the table. She just grinned.

---

Later that night you were in your bedroom reading a book when someone knocked on your door. “It’s open!” you called out. You knew it wouldn’t be Logan, not when it was only 9 pm.

Rogue plopped down beside you, stretching her legs out and giving you a shit-eating grin.

"So," she drawled, nudging your shoulder. "How's your nap?"

You groaned, already regretting not locking your door. "Not you too."

"Oh, especially me," she said, grinning. "C'mon, sugar, I deserve some details after helpin’ cover your ass at dinner."

You shot her a glare. "You almost got me caught."

"Please," she scoffed. "Scott's dense as hell when it comes to you. If Jean weren’t there, he’d still be tryin’ to figure out what was ‘off’ about you today." She smirked. "Meanwhile, I know exactly what was off."

You grabbed a pillow and smacked her with it. Rogue just laughed. "Hey, I ain't judgin’! I just think it’s funny how not subtle you two are."

You gave her a look. "We are subtle."

"Uh-huh. Sure," she said, rolling her eyes. "So subtle that I had to watch Logan barely contain his smug-ass smirk at dinner. You realize you got played, right? Scott started pushin’, and Logan shut it down in, like, two sentences."

You frowned. "That wasn’t playing me—that was helping me."

Rogue snorted. "Girl, Logan lives for this. He’s gettin’ off on the fact that he’s sneakin’ around with Scott Summers' baby sister."

You opened your mouth, then closed it. You hated that she was probably right.

Rogue grinned. "Bet he’s got a real nice ego boost right now."

You sighed, flopping back against your pillows. "I hate you."

"No, you don't," she said cheerfully. "But you do love makin’ bad decisions."

"Logan is not a bad decision." She raised an eyebrow. You crossed your arms. "He’s not."

Rogue just smirked. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, sugar."

You groaned. "Are you done?"

"Not even close," she said, kicking her feet up on your bed. "But I’ll give you a break—for now."

"Gee, thanks."

She chuckled, then eyed you for a moment before her smirk softened just a little. "You really like him, huh?"

You hesitated for half a second before nodding. "Yeah. I do."

Rogue nodded, like she already knew. "Then I guess I’ll keep coverin’ for you."

You smiled. "Thanks."

"Don’t thank me yet," she said, grinning. "If you two do get caught, I wanna be front row for Scott’s meltdown."

---

A few nights later, you barely made it two steps into your room before a rough hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside. The door shut behind you with a quiet click.

“Jesus—Logan!” You turned, ready to shove him off, but the moment you saw the look in his eyes, your stomach flipped.

His hands were already on your waist, pushing you back until your spine hit the door. His body was flush against yours, heat radiating from him.

“You’ve been drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy all day,” he muttered, voice low, rough. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place like he needed to. “Sittin’ across from me at dinner, actin’ all innocent, while I’m still thinkin’ ‘bout the way you came on my cock the other night.”

Your breath hitched, pulse spiking. “Logan—”

“Could barely keep my hands to myself,” he murmured, lips brushing your jaw, your throat. “You think Scott noticed how damn quiet I was?”

You swallowed hard, hands clutching at his arms. “You were quiet?”

Logan chuckled against your skin. “See? You weren’t payin’ attention either.” He pressed closer, one thigh slotting between yours, and you felt him—hot, hard, ready.

“Logan,” you breathed, your fingers twisting in his shirt.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” His lips brushed your ear, teasing. “Tell me what you want.”

A sharp knock made you both freeze. Again? Your stomach dropped as Logan exhaled sharply, muttering a curse under his breath.

“Y/N?” Scott’s voice.

You shut your eyes, biting back a groan. Logan’s forehead dropped against your shoulder, his whole body tense.

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” he whispered.

You shoved at his chest, mouthing move. He just smirked, staying right where he was.

Scott knocked again. “You in there?”

Logan's smirk widened, eyes gleaming with something smug. You cleared your throat, forcing your voice to sound normal. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Open up.”

Panic shot through you. Logan just raised an eyebrow, amused. You shoved at his chest harder, whispering, “hide.”

He grinned. “No.”

Your glare was sharp. “Logan.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes before finally stepping back. “Fine.” He moved toward your closet, muttering, “This is fuckin’ humiliatin’,” under his breath.

You didn’t have time to argue. The moment he was out of sight, you exhaled hard and cracked the door open.

Scott frowned down at you. “Why’d that take so long?”

You forced a casual shrug. “I was getting ready for bed.”

Scott squinted at you, then looked over your shoulder, like he expected to find some kind of evidence of your lies. “You sure?”

Your heart pounded. “Yes, Scott,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “Why are you here?”

Scott still looked unconvinced, but finally said, “I wanted to see if you wanted to train in the morning. Just us.”

You blinked. “Uh… sure?”

“Cool. Early morning session. Don’t be late.” He gave you another suspicious look before stepping back. “Night, Y/N.”

You gave him the fakest smile you could muster. “Night.”

The second the door shut, Logan was out of the closet, shaking his head. “You owe me for that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, poor you. Hiding for thirty seconds.”

He stepped close again, hands sliding back onto your waist. “Not the hidin’ part that pissed me off,” he muttered, pressing his mouth to your throat. “It’s the part where I didn’t get to finish what I started.”

Heat curled in your stomach. “Then finish it,” you whispered.

Logan’s grip tightened, fingers digging into your waist as he pressed you back against the door, his body flush against yours. Heat radiated off him in waves, thick and consuming.

"Thought you'd never ask," he murmured, his voice all gravel and dark amusement. His lips traced a slow path along your jaw before dragging down to your throat, teeth grazing sensitive skin.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, desperate to hold onto something as his hands moved—one sliding up your side, under your shirt, rough fingers splaying against bare skin. You sucked in a sharp breath as he pressed his thigh between yours, the pressure making your head spin.

"Logan—"

"You were teasin' me all damn day," he muttered against your skin. "All wide eyes and sweet little smiles like you weren’t sittin’ there with my fuckin’ marks still on you."

Your breath hitched. His teeth caught on the spot where your shoulder met your neck, biting just enough to make you gasp. "Not my fault you left them," you whispered, your own hands slipping under his shirt, tracing over the hard muscle of his stomach.

Logan chuckled—low, dangerous. "Oh, it was on purpose, sweetheart. Wanted you rememberin' exactly where my mouth was."

His lips skimmed your jaw, his stubble scraping your skin as he worked his way lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the line of your throat. His hands were firm, fingers digging into your waist, holding you against him like he needed you there.

"You should've finished before Scott interrupted," you muttered, breathless, trying to keep some semblance of control.

Logan chuckled against your skin, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. "Sweetheart, you really think I’m the kinda guy to rush this?" His teeth scraped over the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. "Nah. You started this game, now you gotta deal with the consequences."

His hands moved—one slipping beneath your shirt, fingers splaying across your ribs, rough and warm. The other slid lower, down the curve of your hip, before gripping the back of your thigh and hauling it up against his side. The movement sent you pressing closer, heat meeting heat, and you gasped.

"You feel that?" His voice was a low growl. "Been hard all damn day because of you."

Your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him even closer. "Then do something about it."

His smirk was pure arrogance. "Oh, you got some fire tonight, huh?" His hand on your thigh tightened, his other sliding higher beneath your shirt, grazing the underside of your breast. "I like that."

Before you could snap back, he kissed you—hard. No hesitation, no teasing. His lips crashed against yours, his tongue sweeping into your mouth like he was claiming you, like he'd been waiting for this all day. And maybe he had.

Your back hit the door harder as he pressed into you, deepening the kiss, swallowing the quiet moan that slipped from your throat. His hands were everywhere—roaming, gripping, pulling.

Then, with no warning, he lifted you. You gasped against his lips, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he turned, carrying you toward the bed like you weighed nothing.

"You just gonna manhandle me now?" you teased, breathless.

Logan smirked, dropping you onto the mattress with a bounce. "Damn right I am."

Before you could recover, he was on you—hands braced on either side of your head, knee pressing between your thighs. His lips were back on yours, insistent, hungry. He kissed like he fought—relentless, determined, and utterly in control.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and the growl he let out sent heat pooling low in your stomach.

His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, dragging it up, his knuckles grazing heated skin as he peeled it over your head. The second it was gone, his mouth was everywhere—kissing, nipping, sucking at the newly exposed skin like he had something to prove.

"Logan—" Your voice hitched as his teeth scraped over your collarbone.

"Shh," he murmured against your skin, lips moving lower. "Let me enjoy this."

His hands found the waistband of your pants, tugging them down with far too much ease, his lips still moving, still teasing. You barely had time to process the cool air against your skin before his hands were on your thighs, spreading you open.

He looked up at you, eyes dark, heated, hungry. "You are gonna be real quiet for me, right?" His voice was nothing but rough gravel and amusement. "Wouldn't want your brother to come knockin' again."

You should've had a smart-ass response ready, but the moment his mouth was on you, your brain short-circuited. A sharp gasp tore from your throat as his tongue dragged slow and deliberate, a teasing flick before he sealed his lips around you and sucked. Your fingers shot to his hair, tangling in the thick mess, your back arching off the bed before you even realized it.

"Logan—"

He growled against you, the vibration sending a shock straight through your system. His grip on your thighs tightened, holding you open, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

"Quiet, sweetheart," he murmured, dragging his mouth away just enough to speak. His lips were slick, his voice dark with amusement.

You clenched your jaw, the reminder making your face burn—but not enough to stop you from tugging his hair, shoving him back down where he belonged. Logan chuckled, but didn’t argue.

He buried himself between your thighs again, tongue pressing, curling, teasing. Every flick sent heat pooling deep in your stomach, every slow, deliberate movement dragging you higher and higher, the tension coiling tight.

Your breathing turned uneven, fingers clutching at the sheets. "Logan," you gasped, your thighs threatening to clamp shut.

He didn’t let you. His hands flexed, holding you open as he devoured you, his pace slow and maddening, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"You’re close," he muttered, voice muffled against your skin. He pressed a kiss right where you needed him most, almost gentle. "I can feel it."

You bit down hard on your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of begging. But Logan had other plans. He sucked, hard and sudden, and your whole body jerked.

A sharp cry broke from your throat, your hands flying to muffle yourself as heat crashed through you. The tension snapped, pleasure rolling through you in shuddering waves, your body trembling beneath his hold.

He groaned against you, like he was savoring every second, like he lived for this.

Only when you finally slumped back against the sheets, breathless and spent, did he pull away, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth.

"Sweetheart," he muttered, his voice thick with heat and satisfaction. "You taste so fuckin’ sweet when you come for me."

Your face burned, but you still shot him a glare. "Cocky."

Logan smirked. "Damn right."

Then he was on you again, lips crashing against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His body pressed flush against yours, his jeans rough against your bare skin, and—

Yeah. He was still hard as hell.

"You got yours," you murmured against his mouth, reaching between you. "Now let me return the favor."

His breath stuttered as your fingers brushed against the hard length straining behind his zipper, but before you could do anything else, his hand caught your wrist.

"Not yet." His voice was rough, strained. "I need to be inside you first."

Your stomach flipped. He reached down, making quick work of his belt, his jeans, shoving them down just enough. You caught the briefest glimpse of him before he was lining himself up, the heat of him pressing against you.

"Fuck," he groaned as he pushed inside, slow, stretching you open inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.

Your mouth parted, a soft, breathless moan slipping free at the feeling of him—full, deep, overwhelming in the best way.

Logan shuddered. "You feel so fuckin’ good, doll," he rasped against your ear.

Then he moved. A slow, deliberate pull before thrusting back in, setting a steady, deep rhythm. Every movement sent sparks through your system, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your breath coming in soft gasps.

Logan groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "Fuckin’ hell, I missed this."

You clung to him, your body tightening around him in response. His pace faltered for half a second before he growled—and snapped his hips into you. A sharp cry tore from your throat, and Logan grinned. "That’s what I thought."

Then he really started moving. Deep, rough thrusts, dragging you higher and higher, your nails raking down his back as pleasure coiled tight again, building faster this time.

"Logan—"

"I got you," he muttered, voice wrecked. "Come on, sweetheart, let go for me."

You did. The pleasure crashed through you, your body trembling as you came around him, his name falling from your lips in a breathless moan.

Logan groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, his whole body tensing as he followed you over the edge.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, just tangled together, catching your breath.

"You’re heavy," you muttered, pushing weakly at his chest.

Logan huffed a laugh but finally rolled onto his side, dragging you with him.

"You love it," he muttered, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple.

You snorted. "You wish."

He just grinned, pulling you closer.

---

You and Logan rarely have date nights. It was hard to find a quiet, empty space in the mansion that you knew no one was going to go into.

Let alone Scott letting you go out at night, even if you were 25.

But, tonight, you had a way around that. Rogue had already gone out with Bobby to the carnival that was in town which gave you a perfect excuse to leave the mansion.

You walked to the front door and barely put your hand on the doorknob when Scott’s voice rang out.

"Where do you think you're going?"

You froze, forcing yourself to keep your expression neutral before turning around. "Carnival. Rogue and Bobby already went, so I figured I’d go check it out."

Scott crossed his arms, eyeing you suspiciously. "Since when do you like carnivals?"

You shrugged. "Since now." Scott frowned like he was trying to figure out what was off. You didn’t give him a chance to ask more questions. "You gonna let me go, or are we really about to have a whole interrogation over funnel cakes and rigged games?"

Before Scott could answer, Logan came strolling down the hallway, clearly on his way somewhere—until Scott turned to him.

"Logan, drive her."

Logan blinked. "What?"

Scott gestured toward you. "She’s going to the carnival. Drive her."

Your stomach flipped. You had to fight to keep the surprise off your face. This was perfect.

Logan’s expression didn’t change, but you knew him well enough to catch the slight twitch of amusement in his eyes. "Why?"

Scott gave Logan a flat look. "Because I don’t want her going alone."

"I can handle myself," you said quickly.

Scott ignored you, still looking at Logan. "Just drop her off and make sure she actually goes inside. Then pick her up when she’s ready to leave."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "I’m twenty-five, Scott. Not fifteen."

"And yet, you’re still my little sister," he shot back.

Logan sighed like this whole conversation was exhausting. "Fine. C’mon, kid," he said, jerking his head toward the door.

You clenched your jaw at the nickname, knowing exactly why he used it in front of Scott. But you didn’t argue. Instead, you grabbed your jacket and walked past them, ignoring the smug look Scott gave you like he’d just ensured your safety for the night.

The second you and Logan stepped outside, he let out a low chuckle. "Well, ain’t this convenient?"

You shot him a look. "Don’t be smug."

"Too late."

---

The drive was quiet at first, just the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of Logan shifting gears. You knew Scott had probably expected Logan to drop you off, watch you go inside, then leave. But instead, Logan was taking the scenic route, driving further away from the carnival.

"You know, if Scott ever finds out about us, he’s gonna kill you," you said, watching the streetlights blur past.

Logan smirked, eyes still on the road. "Nah. He’s gonna try."

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth spreading in your chest betrayed you.

After a few minutes, Logan pulled into a small lot near a bar you both knew was usually quiet on weekdays. He killed the engine and turned to you. "So, what’s the plan, doll? We head in, grab a drink, then pretend you spent the whole night winnin’ stuffed animals?"

You smirked. "Something like that."

Logan leaned in slightly, eyes darkening. "Or… we could skip the drinks and find somethin’ else to do."

Your breath hitched, heart pounding. "Temptin’."

His smirk widened, but he didn’t push. Instead, he just reached for his door handle. "C’mon, let’s make this date look real."

You followed him inside, the warmth of the bar a stark contrast to the cool night air. It wasn’t crowded—just a few regulars, a couple playing pool in the corner, and a bartender who barely looked up as you both walked in.

Logan led you to a booth near the back, out of the way, and slid in across from you.

"So," he drawled, resting his arms on the table, "you gonna let me win you a giant teddy bear later?"

You snorted. "You? Win a carnival game? Please."

His eyes gleamed with amusement. "You doubtin’ me, sweetheart?"

You leaned forward slightly, a teasing smile on your lips. "I’m just saying… those games take skill. Precision. A soft touch. You’re more of a… smash things and ask questions later kind of guy."

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. "You got a real smart mouth, you know that?"

"Yeah, and you love it."

He smirked. "Damn right I do."

The bartender came by, and you both ordered drinks. Logan, of course, got whiskey. You opted for something lighter. As soon as the bartender walked away, Logan reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, slow and deliberate.

"Been wantin’ to do that all day," he muttered.

Your heart flipped. You curled your fingers around Logan’s, warmth spreading from the simple touch. He never did this at the mansion—not where anyone could see. But here, away from prying eyes, he was different.

"Yeah?" you murmured, teasing, but your voice was softer than you intended.

Logan’s thumb traced lazy circles against your skin. "Yeah." His eyes flicked up, locking onto yours, something unreadable in them. "Kinda hate sneakin’ around all the time."

You swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of the weight behind his words. "I know."

He didn’t push, didn’t say anything else—just held your hand, like that was enough for now. And maybe it was.

The bartender dropped off your drinks, barely sparing either of you a glance. Logan finally let go, but not before giving your fingers one last squeeze.

You picked up your drink, taking a sip. "So, you actually gonna win me that teddy bear later, or were you just talking shit?"

Logan smirked, reaching for his whiskey. "Sweetheart, I ain’t losin’ to a rigged game."

"You sound awfully confident for someone who doesn’t exactly scream ‘hand-eye coordination.’"

Logan huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

"You’re the one dating me."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, but the smirk tugging at his lips said he didn’t mind one bit.

The two of you sat there, drinking, talking, stealing quick touches when no one was looking. It felt easy—like it was supposed to be like this all the time.

You didn’t know how long you stayed, but eventually, Logan leaned back in the booth, stretching his arms across the seat. "Time to make this date look real."

You raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

"Meaning we go to the damn carnival, you let me win somethin’, and we make sure Summers doesn’t think you were out doin’ somethin’ reckless."

You smirked. "Technically, I am."

Logan snorted, throwing some cash on the table before standing up. "C’mon, trouble. Let’s get you a prize."

---

The carnival was packed, neon lights casting everything in a bright, chaotic glow. The scent of fried food, sugar, and asphalt filled the air, mixing with the hum of laughter and the occasional shriek from a nearby ride.

You walked beside Logan, your fingers grazing his every few steps, but neither of you reached out. Not here.

"Alright, hotshot," you said, stopping in front of a shooting game. "Let’s see if you’re actually as good as you claim."

Logan stepped up to the booth, rolling his shoulders like he was preparing for a fight. "You doubtin’ me?"

You crossed your arms, smirking. "I don’t doubt that you’re good at a lot of things, but precision? Patience? Not exactly your strong suit."

Logan just grunted, dropping some cash onto the counter. The guy running the booth handed him a plastic rifle, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

"You gotta hit all five targets," the guy drawled, popping gum in his mouth. "You miss one, you lose."

Logan spun the rifle in his hand like it was nothing, raising an eyebrow at you. "Watch and learn, sweetheart."

You huffed a laugh, but then—

Crack.

The first target dropped.

Then the second.

Then the third, fourth, fifth—so fast the guy running the booth barely had time to register it before the last one clattered down.

Logan set the rifle down with a smirk. "Told ya."

You blinked. "Okay. That was… impressive."

"You're damn right it was." He turned to the booth guy, jerking his head toward the line of stuffed animals. "Pick whichever one she wants."

You looked at the rows of plush toys, pretending to think before pointing at the most obnoxious, oversized teddy bear in sight.

Logan’s smirk faltered. "Really?"

"You said I could pick," you reminded him, grinning.

He muttered something under his breath but took the giant bear when the guy handed it over, tossing it at you. "Happy now?"

You hugged the ridiculous thing to your chest. "Very."

Logan shook his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You’re gonna be the death of me, doll."

You grinned, looping your arm through his as you walked. "Yeah, but what a way to go."

---

By the time you got back to the mansion, it was late. The house was mostly quiet, save for the faint murmur of the TV in the common room.

Logan parked in the driveway, shutting off the engine. Neither of you moved right away.

He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. "You know we can’t keep this up forever."

Your chest tightened. "I know."

Silence stretched between you for a beat. Then he spoke, "you worth the trouble, sweetheart?" Logan’s voice was softer, rough in a different way.

You turned to him, meeting his gaze. "You tell me."

His lips twitched, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he reached over, curling a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a slow, deliberate kiss.

It was different from earlier—less teasing, less rushed. Just warm, steady, like he was trying to say something without actually saying it.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for a second before he exhaled and pulled away completely. "Go on. Before Summers comes lookin’."

You rolled your eyes but grabbed the stupidly large teddy bear and climbed out. As you walked inside, you didn’t have to look back to know Logan was watching.

---

"Jesus, sugar. That’s a big teddy bear," Rogue said, leaning against your doorframe with her arms crossed, smirking.

You flopped onto your bed, the ridiculous oversized bear landing beside you. "Yeah, well, I earned it."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Did you? ‘Cause I got a feelin’ Logan earned it, and you just picked the biggest, most obnoxious thing you could outta spite."

You grinned, not even trying to deny it. "He said I could pick."

Rogue let out a snort and stepped inside, flopping down next to the bear and poking its fluffy face. "So, how was date night with our favorite bad decision?"

"Great, actually," you admitted, hugging a pillow to your chest. "We got drinks, he won me this monstrosity, and Scott still thinks I was eating funnel cake and riding the Ferris wheel all night."

Rogue let out a dramatic sigh. "That boy is so clueless, it’s almost sad." Then she shot you a look. "But you know he’s gonna find out eventually, right?"

Your stomach twisted, but you shrugged. "I know."

She tilted her head. "And?"

"And… we’ll deal with it when we have to."

Rogue studied you for a moment, then smirked. "You’re fallin’ for him."

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, you grabbed the teddy bear and smacked her in the face with it.

She cackled, shoving it away. "Oh, sugar, you are so screwed."

"Shut up."

"Nah, I love this," she teased. "Big, bad Wolverine gettin’ all soft for little ol’ you. It’s cute."

"He is not—" You stopped yourself, because… yeah. He kind of was. At least with you.

Rogue grinned, smug as hell. "I bet he’s outside your window right now, just sittin’ there, all broody, waitin’ for me to leave so he can sneak in."

You rolled your eyes. "He’s not that predictable."

A faint tap at your window made you both freeze. Rogue's eyes went wide before she burst out laughing, smacking your arm. "No fuckin’ way."

You shot her a glare before pushing off the bed, crossing the room, and pulling the curtain back.

Sure enough, Logan stood outside, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. You cracked the window open just enough to whisper, "Are you serious?"

Logan just smirked. "You gonna let me in, or what?"

Rogue was still laughing behind you. "Oh, sugar, I’m never lettin’ you live this down."

---

“Where’d you get that necklace?” Jean asked, looking over the rim of her coffee mug.

You barely paused as you stirred sugar into your coffee. "Bought it for myself," you said, keeping your tone casual.

Jean hummed, watching you for a second longer before taking a sip. "It’s nice. Simple."

You nodded, fingers brushing over the small silver Earth pendant. "Yeah. Thought so too."

Across the table, Rogue smirked into her cup but said nothing. You could feel her amusement radiating off of her, but you refused to look at her. If you did, you’d probably give yourself away.

Jean, thankfully, didn’t press. She just shrugged and leaned back in her chair. "Well, good for you. You don’t usually wear jewelry."

You forced a small smile. "Guess I’m changing things up."

Rogue let out a quiet snort. You kicked her under the table.

Jean’s gaze flicked between the two of you, like she was debating whether or not to ask what that was about, but before she could, Scott walked in, yawning as he grabbed a cup of coffee.

"You training today?" he asked you, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Yeah," you said. "After breakfast."

Scott nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. He didn’t seem to notice the way Rogue was still fighting laughter or how Jean kept glancing at your necklace.

You exhaled quietly, focusing on your coffee. Crisis averted. For now.

---

Later that day, you found Logan in the garage, leaning against his bike, arms crossed as he watched you approach.

"You know," you said, stopping in front of him, "Jean noticed the necklace."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? You tell her?"

"Nope," you said, rocking back on your heels. "Said I bought it for myself."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "Smart girl."

You smirked. "I try."

Logan reached out, hooking a finger under the chain and tugging you closer. "Y’could’ve just told her the truth."

You gave him a look. "Oh, sure. ‘Hey Jean, thanks for noticing! My secret boyfriend who my brother would literally kill bought it for me. Cool, right?’"

Logan smirked. "I’d pay to see the look on Summers’ face if you ever actually said that."

You rolled your eyes. "You just wanna see him lose his shit."

"Maybe," he admitted, voice full of amusement.

You sighed, shaking your head. "You are such a menace."

Logan’s grip on the necklace tightened for a second before he let it go, letting his fingers trail lightly over your collarbone. "You still wearin’ it, though."

Your breath hitched slightly at the touch, but you kept your expression neutral. "Yeah. I like it."

His smirk softened, just a little. "Good."

For a second, you just stood there, his fingers still ghosting over your skin, the garage quiet except for the distant hum of voices from the mansion.

"You gonna let me take you somewhere tonight?" Logan asked, tilting his head slightly.

You raised an eyebrow. "Somewhere like…?"

Logan shrugged. "Just a ride. No missions, no Scott breathin’ down your neck. Just us."

Your stomach flipped. You hadn’t had much alone time with him outside of stolen moments in your room or hidden corners of the mansion.

You hesitated for half a second before nodding. "Yeah. Alright."

Logan’s smirk widened. "Good girl."

Your face heated, but you ignored it, turning on your heel before he could say anything else. "I’ll meet you out here at eleven," you called over your shoulder.

"Don’t be late, sweetheart," he said, and you didn’t have to look back to know he was grinning.

---

The night air was cool against your skin as you stepped off the mansion’s back porch, your pulse quickening with every quiet step. You stuck to the shadows, moving with practiced ease—this wasn’t your first time sneaking out. But it was always a gamble. Always a risk.

Still, that didn’t stop the thrill from curling low in your stomach.

Logan was already waiting by his bike, leaning against it with his arms crossed, cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. He exhaled, watching you with that familiar smirk—half amused, half something darker.

"Took you long enough," he muttered, flicking the cigar away.

“I said eleven," you shot back, coming to a stop in front of him. "It’s eleven."

Logan glanced at his watch like he didn’t believe you, then shrugged. "Close enough."

You rolled your eyes, but before you could say anything else, he grabbed the helmet from the handlebars and held it out. You hesitated for half a second before taking it, slipping it on as Logan swung a leg over the bike.

"Hop on, doll."

You did, settling in behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist automatically. He was warm, solid beneath your touch, the scent of leather and faint cigar smoke clinging to him.

"You gonna tell me where we're going?" you asked, voice slightly muffled behind the visor.

Logan reached down, gripping your thigh just enough to make you feel it. "Nope."

Your stomach flipped. Before you could push for an answer, the engine roared to life beneath you, and then you were moving—tearing down the quiet backroads, the wind rushing past, the world blurring into streaks of light and shadow.

You didn’t ask again. You just held on tighter.

---

Logan didn’t stop until you were well outside of town, pulling off onto a secluded dirt path surrounded by thick trees. The headlights cast long shadows against the trunks as he killed the engine. The night settled around you, quiet except for the faint hum of crickets and the cooling tick of the bike.

You pulled off the helmet, shaking out your hair before looking around. "This is either really romantic or the start of a horror movie."

Logan snorted, stepping off the bike. "Guess that depends on your definition of romantic."

You smirked, handing him the helmet as you stood. "So? What’s the plan, tough guy? You bringin’ me out here to bury a body?"

He huffed a laugh. "Nah. Just figured we could use some real privacy for once." He jerked his head toward a break in the trees. "C’mon."

You followed him down a small path, stepping carefully over the uneven ground. After a few minutes, the trees thinned out, revealing a stretch of open sky and a lake shimmering under the moonlight.

Your breath caught for half a second. You hadn't expected this.

Logan glanced at you, catching the look on your face. "Not bad, huh?"

You crossed your arms, pretending to consider. "It’s alright, I guess."

He smirked. "Brat."

You grinned but didn’t argue. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and stepped onto the wooden dock that stretched over the water, feeling the worn planks creak under your weight. Logan followed, hands in his pockets as he leaned against one of the wooden posts.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The air was crisp, the reflection of the stars rippling over the water’s surface. It was quiet. Peaceful. Something you didn’t get much of at the mansion.

Then Logan’s voice broke the silence. "You ever think about leavin��?"

You blinked, turning to him. "What?"

He kept his eyes on the water. "The mansion. The team. All of it."

You frowned. "Why would I?"

Logan let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "Dunno. Just seems like sometimes you’re tryin’ to be somethin’ you ain’t."

You stared at him, caught off guard. "And what exactly do you think I am?"

Logan’s eyes finally met yours, something unreadable in them. "Someone who don’t belong in a cage. No matter how nice they make it look."

Your stomach twisted. You knew what he meant. The mansion was safe, sure. But it was also rules, expectations, eyes always watching. You’d built a life there. A good one. But was it really yours? Or was it just the one Scott expected you to have?

You swallowed, looking away. "And what about you?"

Logan tilted his head slightly. "What about me?"

"Do you ever think about leaving?" You asked.

A pause. "All the damn time."

Something about the way he said it made your chest ache.

You didn’t know what to say to that. So you didn’t say anything. Instead, you stepped closer, reaching for his hand. Logan let you take it, his fingers curling around yours automatically.

"You don’t have to stay, you know," you murmured. "If you really wanted to go."

Logan exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "Yeah, doll. I do."

Your throat tightened. You knew what he meant. He wasn’t staying for the team.

He was staying for you.

For a moment, you just stood there, his hand warm in yours, the lake stretching out endless and quiet beneath the stars.

Then, finally, Logan smirked. "This is gettin’ a little too sentimental. You wanna go for a swim or somethin’?"

You snorted, shaking your head. "It’s freezing."

"So?"

You rolled your eyes. "You go first, tough guy."

Logan didn’t hesitate. He kicked off his boots, shrugged out of his jacket, and before you could even process what was happening—

Splash.

You gasped as water sprayed onto the dock, the surface rippling wildly where Logan had disappeared. You stared at the disturbance for half a second before Logan popped back up, slicking his hair back with both hands. "Water’s fine."

"You’re a liar," you laughed.

Logan grinned, then suddenly shot out an arm—grabbing your ankle.

"Logan—!"

Too late.

You yelped as he yanked, throwing you completely off balance. The last thing you saw before you hit the water was his smug, grinning face. The cold was a shock—freezing against your skin, stealing the breath from your lungs as you surfaced, gasping.

"You asshole!" you sputtered, shoving wet hair out of your face.

Logan just laughed, the deep sound echoing across the water. "You deserved it," he said, treading water.

"You’re dead," you threatened, lunging at him.

Logan dodged easily, still grinning. "Gotta catch me first, doll."

Oh, it was on now.

You lunged again, cutting through the water as fast as you could, but Logan was quick—too quick. He moved just out of reach every time, smirking like the smug bastard he was.

"That the best you got?" he taunted, backstroking away like he had all the time in the world.

You narrowed your eyes. "You realize I have powers, right?"

Logan’s smirk widened. "Then use ‘em, sweetheart. Let’s see what you got."

Oh, he was asking for it. You didn’t hesitate. You focused, letting energy pulse through your limbs, giving yourself a boost as you surged forward. Logan’s eyes barely had time to widen before you tackled him, sending both of you under the water.

Bubbles rushed around you, the muffled sound of movement filling your ears as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, dragging him down with you. You knew he could hold his breath longer than you, but you weren’t planning on letting this turn into a real fight.

Instead, you twisted, using the momentum to flip him over so you were the one pinning him, hands braced against his shoulders. Even underwater, his smirk was there—amused, challenging.

You rolled your eyes and pushed off, breaking the surface first.

A second later, Logan popped up in front of you, shaking water from his hair. "Not bad," he admitted, voice rougher than usual from the cold. "Didn’t think you had it in you."

"Yeah, well, you underestimate me a lot," you shot back, treading water.

Logan’s smirk softened just a little. "Never."

Your breath hitched, pulse stuttering for a second, but before you could dwell on it, Logan moved—closing the distance between you in one smooth motion. His hands found your waist under the water, steady, warm despite the chill.

"You’re shivering," he murmured.

You rolled your eyes. "Because you threw me in a freezing lake, dumbass."

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, but instead of teasing you again, he just pulled you closer. The warmth of him was instant, the solid weight of his body pressing against yours. His hands slid up, fingers tracing along your ribs, your back. You swallowed, heartbeat thudding as his lips brushed against your temple, then down to the edge of your jaw.

"You wanna get out?" he murmured, voice low.

You nodded, but neither of you moved. Instead, Logan dipped his head, lips ghosting over yours, slow and teasing, like he was giving you a chance to pull away. Like he wanted you to.

But you didn’t. You closed the space, pressing your mouth against his, your fingers slipping into his wet hair as he kissed you back—deep, slow, like he had all the time in the world.

The water rocked around you, your bodies drifting, the night air cool against your skin. It was dangerous, reckless—standing there like this, kissing in the open where anyone could find you.

But you didn’t care.

Not tonight.

Eventually, Logan pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, "C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you warmed up."

His smirk was back, but there was something else in his eyes now—something softer, something real.

You exhaled, nodding. "Yeah. Okay."

Logan didn’t let you go as he led you back toward the shore, his grip firm, steady. Like he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

a few things - one, reader's powers are energy manipulation. two, i think it's in the next part, but reader has a degree in something nature/environmental related. it's not heavily described though. anyways, enjoy part 2!

❀ part 2 ❀

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l1tw1ck · 2 days ago

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Till Debt Do You Part

Bottom!FTM Ajax x Top!FTM!Harbinger Reader

+ FTM voyeur Pantalone

🌊 Word Count: 1,709 🌊

Ajax pays off his debt to Pantalone by giving you his body

AFAB Language Used | Reader (He/Him) has bottom + top surgery

CW: Non-Con/Coercion, Size Difference, Voyeurism, Virginity Loss, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Masochism, Asphyxiation, Belly Bulge, Creampie

Pantalone purposefully omitted the fact that Ajax will have to pay Pantalone in return for the money he borrows from him. He's so naïve that he didn't even think to ask. Now, Ajax has finally racked up enough debt to allow Pantalone's repayment plan to go into effect.

The poor harbinger steps into Pantalone's room, completely unaware of what's about to happen.

"Tartaglia, you haven't been paying me back lately." Pantalone says, leaning against his desk. "Do you know how much you owe?"

"Pay you back? You- you didn't say I had to.."

"Is it not a given that you must return what you borrow from someone?" Pantalone tilts his head.

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

Pantalone chuckles and brushes the hair out of Ajax’s face. "It's okay, you can pay it back with your body."

"My body? Like fighting?" Ajax perks up, happy to hear that he might be fighting even more.

"No, I mean intercourse." Pantalone smirks.

Ajax frowns. "But I've never...Is this my only option?"

Pantalone wants nothing more than to see Ajax become ruined.

"Yes."

"..Fine." He sighs. "Are you going to have me do it with the soldiers..?"

"Of course not, you're too precious. And what would I gain from that? My trusty colleague will be the one to have you." Pantalone smiles. "I owe [Name] a great debt, funnily enough.” He originally wanted to use Ajax himself but once you came back to Snezhnaya and met him, you got Pantalone to pay off the debt he owes you by giving you Ajax’s body.

Tartaglia should feel relieved but he doesn't. You're scary, and by his standards that really means something, and around the same size as Pierro and Capitano. For you to be his first time…

"[Name] bought you something special." Pantalone says, turning around to open his desk drawer. He takes out a human sized collar. "Isn't it cute? It suits you." He walks behind Ajax and puts the collar on for him. It feels strangely intimate.

"I…I guess..” He touches the name tag. It’s fitting, everyone calls him the loyal but rabid dog of Snezhnaya.

Pantalone places his hands on Ajax’s shoulders and leans into his ear. “He’s waiting for you in his room. Make sure to be a good boy.”

Pantalone enters the room with Ajax in front of him him. He looks like a cold puppy. You chuckle. “I was right. The collar does look good on you.” You walk towards him. “We haven't had many opportunities to interact, have we?” You rub his cheek with your thumb.

“N- no, sir..”

“He's a virgin, you know.” Pantalone smiles.

“Is that so?” You turn around and sit down on your bed. “You wouldn't mind helping him learn the ropes, would you?” You begin freeing your cock.

“It’d be my pleasure.” Pantalone makes Ajax walk towards you. “C’mon, kneel.” He kneels in between your legs, Pantalone kneeling next to him. He guides Ajax’s hand to your length. He’s in shock by your size. He glances at your chest as you remove your shirt, then at your arm. Custom made. It definitely suits your build, despite its outrageous size.

“Now, lick it.”

Ajax frowns and nervously darts his tongue out, licking your length. It doesn't feel or taste as bad as he thought. He glances up at you for a moment before looking back at your cock.

"Try to put it in your mouth." Pantalone gently touches Ajax’s body.

Tartaglia gulps and opens his mouth, trying to take it all in at once. It reminds you and Pantalone of a certain pink video game character. He gags when your dick hits the back of his throat.

"Just start with the tip, puppy." You chuckle softly. He gets more red and does as he says, wrapping his lips around the head of your cock.

"Pretend it's a...popsicle." Pantalone brushes Ajax’s hair from his face. He starts bobbing his head up and down while looking at Pantalone for approval.

"This is how you eat popsicles?" You groan in pleasure, gently wrapping your hand around the back of Ajax’s head. "How cute." You run your hands through his ginger hair, admiring his charm.

“Isn’t he?” Pantalone carefully snips off Ajax’s shirt. “Don't worry, you won't have to pay me back for your clothes.” He says, knowing exactly what the ginger is thinking. He starts to grope the rookie’s breasts with his elegant fingers. “You're surprisingly soft.” He hums.

He’s extremely embarrassed but he keeps going. Once he starts something, he's determined to see it through. Even if it's something like this.

“You're making me impatient with those words, Pantalone.”

Pantalone giggles softly as he unbuttons the ginger’s pants, then reaches over to slide his hand inside. “Every meal deserves to be savored.” Ajax’s t-dick gets a cold hug from Pantalone’s slender fingers.

Ajax moans and stops.

Pantalone uses his other hand to spank Ajax. “Nobody told you to stop, sweetheart.”

Ajax does his best to keep going despite how sensitive his body is. “Mmh!” His eyelashes flutter beautifully.

“There you go.” Pantalone purrs, sliding his digits into the ginger’s entrance. “Good boy, all nice and wet for your master.”

Ajax’s ears redden. He looks up at you and the redness travels to his cheeks, a shudder down his spine from how turned on you look. You look, and feel, so aroused and the fact that it's his fault is causing so much internal conflict. It's not bad if he likes this, right? You want him to feel good too, don't you? He adjusts his pace, filled with motivation to please you.

Your groans of pleasure are starting to become music to his freckled ears. You grab a fistful of his hair and keep him still. Ajax’s confusion disappears once he feels your seed filling his mouth. He closes his eyes and swallows it all up. As your hand drags him back, his tongue gives your tip one final lick, a string of cum dripping onto his chest.

“Is that it?” He asks.

“Of course not. Do you know how much you owe?” Pantalone chuckles and helps Ajax stand up. “You’ll be doing this for a very long time, rookie.”

“That's right.” You wrap your arms around Ajax’s torso and pull him onto your lap. “A couple years at least.” Your mouth latches onto one of his nipples.

Ajax throws his head back and moans. A couple years of this sounds like a good deal. Your hands travel around his body, feeling up every inch of him, before landing on his ass. You gently grope him.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Pantalone asks, groping the ginger’s unattended breast. Ajax nods. “Say it.”

“I like– I like it~” He shivers as your cock comes back to life and happily leaks pre cum onto his stomach. You pull away, now he can really see your cock again. He stares at it with hearts in his eyes.

“See that, rookie? That's how deep he’ll be inside you.” Pantalone makes a line with his finger over the tip of your cock. “He's gonna fill you up, right to the brim.”

Ajax moans. You get up, holding him up as you do, and lay him down on the bed. You remove the rest of his clothing as Pantalone sits next to him on the bed.

The banker gently runs his fingers through Ajax’s hair, comforting him as you take his virginity.

“Mm-” He grips the bedsheets. Pantalone licks his lips, watching a bulge appear in Ajax’s stomach. Ajax slightly arches his back. “Big–”

“It hurts?” Pantalone asks. It's obvious from his tone of voice that it turns him on rather than worries him. “Don't worry, rookie..” He kisses Ajax’s forehead, his hand trailing down to grope his tits.

Ajax moans.

“I think he likes that it hurts, Regrator.” You notice a subtle change in the ginger’s expression.

“Is that true, cutie?” Pantalone coos.

“Mhm~” He mewls at the feeling of his nipple getting pinched.

“How about this?” Pantalone squeezes Ajax’s neck, the tag on his collar resting on top of his fingers. His eyes roll to the back of his head.

“I think you should suffocate him with something else.” You wink at the regrator.

“Yeah? What do you think, rookie? You want me to sit on your face?”

Ajax shivers and softly nods. Pantalone smiles and starts removing his clothes. Ajax stares at his superior with curiosity. He's never really thought about it, but looking at him now, Pantalone is definitely his type. Ajax scans his body as the older man adjusts his position, from his hardened pink nipples to the scars beneath his chest and to the trimmed black hair hiding his undoubtedly beautiful pussy. Ajax’s gaze remains fixed on him as he opens his mouth, more than happy to be suffocated by it.

Once you stop moving, Ajax can tell you're completely inside. It still hurts but he doesn't want to wait until it stops. You're on the same page as him and start fucking him.

Pantalone slowly grinds on Ajax’s face, twitching with pleasure from the vibrations of Ajax’s moans. The bed creaks as your thrusts become rougher. You praise him as your hand trails over to his t-dick, making sure he knows how much you appreciate his soft, wet pussy. His body shakes violently as he squirts.

Pantalone feels his own orgasm approaching as he watches Ajax’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He doesn't stop licking the older man’s cunt even as he starts to become overwhelmed and lightheaded. He didn't think sex could feel this good.

“Yes~ like that, Ajax~” Pantalone lets out an airy moan. He slides his fingers through his ginger curls. “Good boy…taking us so well..”

“We should've hired you for this instead of combat. You won't mind if I take him on a ‘vacation’ from work, would you, Regrator?”

“As long as you let me join from time to time.” He puts all his weight on Ajax’s face as he squirts, his slick sliding down his face.

“Of course.” Your orgasm quickly follows Pantalone’s, your seed pumping him full. You watch Pantalone get up and look to see if Ajax is still conscious.

“So good..” He mumbles before passing out with a smile on his face.

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moonydanny · 6 hours ago

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I'm sorry for hijacking your wonderful gifset @bucktommysource but your gifs are perfect for what I wanna say 💞

I know we're all raving about the morning after scene and how Lou's performance is incredible. It really is. He goes from doting to vulnerable/guarded to heartbroken to COLD. Right? Right.

HOWEVER, I haven't seen anyone talk about this moment right here. I would like to drive your attention to the 3rd gif, right after Buck says "Yeah, I did."

I LOVE the way Tommy's face just drops. Because think about it. A couple of seconds before, he was admitting that he'd been fighting the urge to call Buck FOR MONTHS. He's basically confessing that he hasn't stopped thinking about Buck all this time. He was driving by his place the other day. Right? And then Buck cuts in with the 'nope, you actually weren't hehe, don't live there anymore' all jokey. He didn't mean it in a bad way at all, just stating a new fact about himself, making the moment lighter...

But Tommy doesn't know that Buck has ALSO been fighting the urge to call him. He doesn't know that Buck could've opened a bakery with the amounts of baked goods he baked BECAUSE he was pining so hard. Tommy👏🏼doesn't👏🏼know👏🏼this.

What Tommy just heard was that Buck moved out of the loft and he didn't know. No one told him (how could they if everyone dropped him like a hot potato, but that's a different issue, I digress). How long ago did he move out? To where? Sure, he doesn't have the right to know these things anymore, right? Buck's probably moved on. But it still stings. All this time, he's pictured Buck in his loft, replayed every moment they spent there... But that's all gone, and HE DIDN'T KNOW.

He looks so sad in that gif, just for a second. I LOVE IT. Lou has this wonderful ability to act without words, which is not a very common skill, and not an easy one to master. You can see Tommy's internal monologue so clearly on his face, every time. The intentionality of his acting choices is like practically tangible. He cares so much about Tommy, he thinks about him beyond the storylines he's been part of, he finds explanations for Tommy's words and actions, he built Tommy a backstory just for himself. That's a good actor RIGHT THERE.

tagging a few moots who showed interest (or I think would like to scream with me abt this hehe) @typicalopposite @kinard-buckley @qwordavoider @quintessenceofdust88 @loulover911

"In fact, I…was driving by your place the other day."

#i just 😭😭😭#i love Tommy so much #and Lou is so so so so good #every time I see a bestie boo say that Lou is a bad actor I laugh because what?!#i mean... they think RG is the best actor in the cast so 👀🙄#they prolly couldn't recognize good acting if it hit them in the face #not saying RG is terrible #but... 👀#bucktommy #tommy kinard #911 analysis

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sobbingscripter · 1 day ago

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Tags: [mdni][mlw][slight humiliation][praise][implied age gap][fingering][squirt mention][porn][clit play][drool][petnames][mdom][female orgasm]

"Ooh, what movie are we watching?"

Nolan watches as you glance towards the TV screen, cotton nightie brushing along your thighs, manicured feet padding across the carpeted floor and you crawl onto the bed, creeping beneath the covers.

Muscular thighs rest on either side of you, his chin resting on the crown of your head before Nolan presses a kiss to your tresses, a muscular arm wrapping around your midsection and pulling you closer. You're snugly pressed against his chest, your eyes trained on the screen of the TV and Nolan hums.

"It's called 'my wife's search history'."

He responds with a hum, lips brushing against the hollow of your temple and you're trying to wriggle free. But it's damn near impossible.

His bicep bulges, and Nolan's free hand continues to push at the buttons of the remote, your search history displayed on a 70 inch screen.

"Baby, no. This is—" You're interrupted when Nolan tuts you, the corners of his brilliant blue eyes crinkling with amusement at the way your cheeks begin to flush.

"I wanna know what kind of things you're into, sweetheart." He coos, before clearing his throat.

"Okay, first one, 'how to fold an origami chihuahua'." Nolan snorts. "Did you learn how to do it?"

He glances down at you, your lips pursed before you nod your head. Almost reluctantly and he hums, a low rumble of approvement in his broad, burly chest.

"My nimble fingered girl."

And he diverts his attention back to the screen. You're not even sure what to be more embarassed about.

Your trips to Oxford dictionary, your dawdling spent on Urban Dictionary or the stupid things you look up for on WikiHow.

"Ohhh... A Cosmo article." Nolan hums. "You wanna learn how to squirt?"

And your cheeks flare up, and you try to slide lower, but he's got one of those stupidly muscular arms tucked beneath your arms, and he's keeping you anchored.

"You know, everytime you come close, you start crying and make me feel bad." Nolan hums, mocking you and you let out a disgruntled whine.

"Literally, what's the point of you doing this?" You complain. "It's embarassing."

"Is it so wrong of me to wanna learn about my wife and her interests?" Nolan huffs, almost dramatic as he stares down at you, inky moustache raising with his grin as he spots the way your eyes narrow.

"Especially since, you know, I'm never really at home and you feel all," he lets out a heavy sigh, "neglected and all."

And your eyes widen.

"Were— were you eavesdropping on my conversation?" You question, brows scrunching into a frown and Nolan leans down, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head once again.

"Focus on the part that I'm improving my schedule." Nolan chides you gently and he gently uses the hand that's not wrapped around you, to guide your face back towards the TV.

You'd complain and gripe, if you weren't so acutely intune to the way he touches you. Almost reverently.

His hand splayed across the expanse of your belly, his thumb swiping gently at the soft skin just below your breast, tracing the flesh through the fabric of your nightie. And he's just so warm and burly. It feels like you're curled up against a furnace and you're not even mad about that.

"You looked at our house eighteen times on Google Earth."

The laughter in his voice isn't hidden, dimples appearing in his sculpted cheeks and full, dark brows raise in surprise at your next search.

"Omni-Man... Up cape?" He reads, mulling the words over before letting out a breath. "You are shameless."

"I'm plenty ashamed now." You argue and he snorts.

"You weren't ashamed when you were trying to find pictures of my ass on the internet."

The glow of the TV is the only light in the room, the door shut and the light of the ensuite is dimmed, the door slightly ajar. The covers are heavy, weighted blankets that make you feel just a bit more secure in Nolan's arms and his head dips occasionally, pressing ticklish kisses to the curve of your neck.

And he hums. Low and rumbly.

"What's this?" He muses, before scrolling further.

"You watch a lot of porn." He comments. "Like... A lot."

"I'm very particular." You defend, eyes downcast to where his muscular thighs press against yours on either side, bracketing you against his body and your chest heaves as you let out a breath.

"I'll bet." He mumbles. "Guess that's why you went to page 113."

And you press your face against Nolan's bicep, your cheeks burning and your ears tinge red when the screen goes down, a little arrow forming a circle appears for a brief moment before one of the videos show.

Showcasing the exact timestamp where you stopped.

"Hm..." He hums softly. "S'that where you came?"

His voice is so quiet, a husky sound that sends chills up your spine and you weakly nod your head, peeking at the screen and you're watching a girl get her back blown out. Eyes shut, brows furrowed and mouth parted to let out pitchy moans that seemed a bit too loud for your comfort right now.

Especially since it's on a huge ass TV.

Nolan's hand moves between your thighs and you open them willingly, shifting your legs until they're spread salaciously, suspended over his own, thickly corded legs. And he lets out an amused huff of laughter, fingers sliding over the swell of your folds, pressed so snugly against the cotton of your panties. You bite your bottom lip, tilting your head back enough to peer at Nolan through your lashes.

"Keep your eyes on the screen." He instructs you so gently, guiding your head back to focus on the screen of the TV, and he hums softly, dragging a calloused digit along your soaked gusset, tracing your slit. He narrowly dips his fingers into you, just to feel the way your panties cling to your slick, before they move back into place.

Before you breath can stutter, Nolan's ripping your panties at the sides with ease, pulling the fabric out from beneath you and discarding it to God knows where.

And he glances back towards the screen. Tight circles being rubbed around your clit, his blunt digit nestled between velvety folds and he listens to the way your heart pounds in your chest. Breathy sighs slipping past your lips and your brows scrunch in that way that makes his heart sputter just a bit, and he brushes his tongue along his bottom lip.

"That's it..." He whispers softly. "Just keep watching TV."

You keep your eyes glued on the screen. Not because you necessarily want to, but because you know Nolan's spiteful enough to pull away and ruin the orgasm that's creeping up your legs in that steady rhythm.

And you swallow.

"Does it feel good?" He coos softly and you nod weakly, muttering the sweetest 'uh-huh' as your eyes don't even move from the TV screen, lashes fluttering and cheeks flushing.

You look like the cutest thing right now.

A little doll in his lap.

You're just so pretty. Big, blown out eyes, plump lips that are parted to let out the sluttiest sighs and he feels the way your clit throbs beneath the pressure of his finger.

"You almost there, sweet girl?" He hums softly and you nod your head.

Biting down on your bottom lip and your brows scrunch.

Your belly dips inward and that tightly wound cord in your belly snaps.

You're coming at the soft, gentle stimulation so easily, your toes curling against the sheets and your legs attempting to close but his infallible thighs keep them from doing so.

Slick coats Nolan's fingers but he's not really paying too much attention to that, focused more on the way you shift and wriggle in his grasp, and the arm around you tightens it's grip.

One meaty finger pushes into your cunt, the squelch is lewd and your lips are parting in an 'o' shape that makes him dizzy.

Your head lolls and you feel like a whore when drool trickles down your bottom lip, swiped away by Nolan's thumb as his finger curls, pressing against that sweet, spongy spot that makes your vision dot.

Nolan feels the way your nails dig into his forearm, watches the way your brows knit and his head dips, tongue dragging along your pulse. Lingering just long enough to feel the thrumming hidden beneath the curve of your jaw, and he laps up the perspiration speckled across your skin.

"You gonna start clearing your cookies, sweetheart?" He teases you, slowly pushing another thick finger into your drooling pussy and your eyes nearly cross, head tipping back and you can feel the way your brain melts with each pump of his thick fingers.

You feel each callous, each knuckle, you feel the cool band of his wedding ring kissing your plump pussy with each pump.

And you nod weakly.

"Uh huh..." You're lying.

You both know you are and a large, powerful hand grasps your jaw, tilting your head to meet his gaze and Nolan presses his lips against yours.

The kiss is desperate, needy, his tongue dragging against yours, claiming each inch of your soft mouth, your lips slick with your drool and he swallows each of your moans. Each whine you let into his mouth, is an unforgiving thrust of his fingers.

When you're coming around his fingers, you melt into a pliable puddle in his grasp, and you feel the way he presses kisses to the side of your face, gently bringing you down from your high. He pushes your cum back into you, slick fingers dragging against your walls and he lets out a soft breath.

Handing you the remote.

"Pick the next video."

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utilitycaster · 16 hours ago

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ok when will we get the other half of VM vs. the Mighty Nein and also I'd like to see these teams vs. Bells Hells

#i mean this entirely nonpunitively: bh is EASILY the weakest team mechanically and I think it would be interesting to see this play out #like battles royale are a great way to analyze mechanics AND i'm genuinely not sure how other half vm v. nein would go #i think it's anyone's game tbh; vex and caleb are both effectively ranged glass canons #grog and yasha are unstoppable force v unmoveable object #keyleth at L15 is formidable and puts another tank on the board BUT if she's in wildshape vm loses most healing #presumably taliesin plays caduceus so the nein have Thee Healer Of All Time and I always bet on clerics #sam switching between veth and tary would give vm another healer and would be pretty fun #and with yasha there that means she consistently will get sneak attacks #cr tag

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knockknockitsnickels · 9 hours ago

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One really good thing I think Princess and the Dragon (and the Pristine Cut in general) added was how it changed the way the split between the harsh/soft princess reads (gonna be referring to them as Harsh and Soft for the rest of this post for simplicity).

Pre-Pristine Cut I saw a good amount of people (mostly on YouTube, I don't think I saw many here) commenting that they preferred the Harsh Princess because they felt that she was more genuine than Soft. This perception was arguably supported by their respective "free the princess" routes: in Prisoner the two of you have to work together to get out of the cabin, in Damsel you kind of just have to ignore your impulse to question things and rush out the door (I'm oversimplifying a bit, I know, bear with me). Between the Deconstructed Damsel ending, Shifty's description of her, and the overall more comedic tone of the route, the game sort of implied whatever relationship you have with Damsel (and by extension the Soft princess) isn't built on anything substantive.

However, I think the additions in the Pristine Cut help to challenge this. First, by expanding the Damsel route with Happily Ever After. In the leadup to Happily Ever After we see Damsel express discomfort with your suggestion to stay (though she'll still agree to it). This is a little thing, but it does help to show that she's still her own person with her own desires (which was a thing pre-pristine cut as well, this just makes it more explicit). HEA itself also helps to flesh out Damsel, and shows that her care for the player is genuine (even if your relationship in the route itself has gone downhill).

PATD also added a detail which completely recontextualized the "Harsh/Soft" Princess: namely, that the Princess can hear if you pick up the knife. Where before it was suggested that the Princess' behavior changed based on the blade because of the player's perception (if you take the blade you see her as a threat & vice versa), now instead it seems that her behavior changes depending on if she knows you're armed.

While you could still argue that the "soft" persona is a facade, I think this change highlights that the "harsh" princess is one as well. If Soft is "acting" sweet to prove that she's harmless and convince you to let her go, Harsh is trying to show that she's dangerous to discourage you from killing her. Her dialogue when convincing you to drop the knife emphasizes this (paraphrasing): "I'm probably locked down here for a reason, right? Best not to risk finding out what I can do." This isn't to say that either version of the Princess isn't "real" or that she "doesn't have a personality" - I think both versions are being genuine, they're just also unsure if they can trust you.

This change also made reuniting with the Heart Princess at the end of the game even more meaningful for me - it's the first time the two of you can speak openly with one another on equal terms.

#sorry for 3 lengthy stp posts in one day I have a project I'm procrastinating #also aqua/pede(slash so as to not tag by mistake)'s post reminded me of how much I like this change #slay the princess #stp #stp patd #i'm not sure i phrased this super well bc i think the analysis of damsel (and kinda prisoner) is a little reductive #(i was more trying to say why i think people responded to the soft princess a certain way instead of what i think was intended by the game)#i also worry referring to the harsh/soft personalities as a 'facade' suggests they aren't real when that's not really what I mean #i think both are part of the princess i just also think she's playing up different parts of her personality #depending on if she needs to convince you or threaten you #final comment: i love the nickname 'heart princess' it's so cute

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sulkingheichou012 · 3 days ago

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Into the Dungeon with You

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Future Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

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Author's note: I'm happy that some of you are enjoying my silly work! Yes, if you're asking to be tagged—sure! 😊

Chapter 15

Jinwoo stood at its edge, the darkness stretching endlessly before him, thick as oil and heavy as grief. A place not meant for the living. The miasma of ancient curses and devouring malice pulsed here like a heartbeat from an old god long dead—and maybe not dead enough.

Each step he took forward made the shadows cling to him tighter. Even his shadows stirred uneasily under his command, shivering in the oppressive gloom. But he pressed on, his black cloak glinting faintly in the void, his eyes unwavering.

“Y/N,” he murmured, her name anchoring him to himself.

The first challenge rose from the fog like a memory he had tried to forget. Shapes—figures—stepped forward, familiar faces twisted by darkness. Hunters he couldn’t save. Enemies he’d destroyed. They whispered lies, dredged up guilt, clawed at his mind.

“You left her,” they hissed. “You chose power over her.” “You failed.”

Jinwoo didn’t flinch. He drew Kamish’s Wrath and cleaved through them, black flames burning the regrets into ash. “I’m coming for her,” he said, his voice steel and ice. “No one stops me.”

The abyss answered with silence—before the next challenge came.

A flood of beasts, fanged and monstrous, born from the Primordial Hunger itself, rushed him. Mouths filled with endless rows of teeth gnashed for his flesh. They devoured shadows, light, and life indiscriminately.

Jinwoo met them head-on. Igris and Beru fought at his side, their loyalty unwavering, but even they flickered in and out of existence as the devouring energy gnawed at their forms.

“Hold,” Jinwoo commanded, his voice echoing with Absolute Authority. Shadows hardened. Weapons struck. The beasts fell by the hundreds. Still, the miasma thickened, pressing on his lungs, his soul.

It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t stop.

His body burned with wounds that didn’t close fast enough. His strength, usually limitless, waned in this cursed domain. But every time his knees threatened to give, he thought of her.

Of Y/N. Of her smile, her laughter, her stubbornness. Of how she faded in his arms with a soft apology. Of how he promised to bring her home.

And so he walked. And so he fought.

Deeper. Farther.

Until finally, he came to it.

A clearing of stillness in the endless storm of darkness. An ancient space where the abyss dared not encroach too deeply.

And there, at its center, stood the Majestic Old Tree.

Even now, it was beautiful.

Jinwoo stood in front of the Majestic Old Tree, his breathing steady despite the burning in his chest. The battle scars that marred his body didn’t matter now. His focus was entirely on her. Encased in the crystalline amber at the heart of the tree, Y/N lay still—too still. But alive. He could feel it. The faintest pulse of life, of soul, deep within the sealed prison.

She had waited for him. And he had come.

He moved closer, slowly, as if one wrong step would shatter the moment. His hand, scarred and gauntleted, rested against the cool, glowing surface. The warmth he longed for was faint beneath it, but it was there. The smallest flicker of life. A spark.

For a long time, Jinwoo said nothing. He just stood there, head bowed, his hand splayed over the amber casing like he could shield her from the darkness even now. But something inside him stirred. A feeling. No—a certainty.

He sank to his knees without a word, still keeping his hand pressed firmly to the barrier. His forehead followed, resting against the cool surface. His eyes closed. His breathing deepened.

And then, slowly, he leaned in closer. Not with his warrior’s instincts. Not with the determination of a king. But like a man listening for the softest sound in the world.

Like a father, listening for a heartbeat.

He held his breath as his ear pressed gently to the amber, his other hand moving instinctively to where hers rested within the seal. His palm lined up with her smaller fingers as if bridging the impossible distance between them.

Jinwoo strained to hear something. Anything.

He wasn’t sure what he expected. But in that silence, he imagined it— A faint flutter. The echo of life growing, waiting, hoping. The life they had created together before the end.

His throat tightened painfully. Was it real? Was it only in his mind? He didn’t know. But his heart clenched in his chest, a feeling too big to contain.

“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m here… and you’re not alone.”

The light from the tree pulsed faintly, almost like an answer. And then again, stronger.

The amber softened beneath his touch, a warmth spreading outward like breath returning to frozen limbs. The pulse was not imagined—it was real. Two pulses. Hers… and another.

Jinwoo exhaled shakily, a tear slipping down his cheek before he realized it.

“You held on… even when I couldn’t feel you anymore,” he murmured. “Even when I wanted to destroy everything for taking you away.”

He smiled faintly, though it was a raw thing. “You didn’t let me.”

The amber cracked—thin veins of light spiderwebbing across its surface. Slowly. Carefully.

Jinwoo didn’t move. He just kept his forehead against hers through the barrier, eyes closed, whispering, “Come back to me… come back to us.”

Another pulse. The cracks deepened.

And finally, with a sound like ice thawing in spring, the amber began to dissolve. The tree bloomed fully, light spilling over them both in radiant waves.

Y/N’ fingers twitched where their hands aligned.

And Jinwoo, for a moment, couldn’t breathe.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Confused. Dazed. But there.

“Jin… woo…?” Her voice was raw, barely a breath.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his smile breaking through the weight of everything. “You took your time,” he whispered, his forehead pressing to hers again, this time skin to skin.

Y/N blinked, tears gathering as she realized. “I’m… alive?”

“We are,” Jinwoo murmured. His hand slipped protectively over her, just for a moment. “All of us.”

She followed his gaze and gasped softly, the realization dawning in her tired but luminous eyes.

He held her close, strong arms wrapping around her as she slowly emerged from the amber’s remains, his shadows gathering protectively like wings.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, sealing the moment in his heart.

And this time, he wasn’t letting go.

Y/N could barely comprehend the warmth surrounding her. The weight of Jinwoo’s arms anchoring her, the gentle brush of his breath against her temple, and the steady thrum of his heartbeat pounding in rhythm with hers. For so long, she had dreamed of this moment—of his voice, his touch—but now, it was real.

She shivered slightly, and he drew back just enough to see her face. His onyx eyes were dark with emotion, but there was something else… something raw and desperate. His hand lifted, brushing damp strands of hair from her cheek, lingering there as if he was terrified she’d disappear if he let go.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. “You’re really here.”

And then his lips found hers. Soft. Tentative. Like he was afraid of breaking her.

But she wasn’t fragile anymore. She kissed him back, her hand curling into the collar of his cloak as tears slipped down her cheeks. The taste of him, the warmth—him—it was overwhelming. Her fingers dug deeper as if she could pull him even closer, and his control snapped.

Jinwoo’s mouth moved hungrily over hers, the kiss deepening with a hunger that trembled in every part of him. His hands splayed over her back, his body pressing closer as if to imprint her into his very skin. His breathing was harsh, his desperation pouring into every movement.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered against her lips between kisses. “Tell me I’m not losing my mind again.”

“You’re not,” Y/N whispered shakily, holding his face between her hands now. “I’m here. I’m really here, Jinwoo.”

His forehead dropped against hers, his chest heaving. He kissed her again—softer this time, but lingering like he could breathe through her.

But then he pulled away. Just enough. His hands cradled her shoulders as he searched her face. That deep focus returned, the weight of his duty settling heavily on his features.

“You need to rest,” he said gently but firmly. “Gather your strength.”

Y/N blinked at him, her confusion turning to worry. “Jinwoo—”

“I need to finish this,” he said, his voice low but steady. “The Primordial Hunger is still here… its root buried in the depths of this abyss. I won’t leave it alive. Not after everything. Not when it can rise again.”

His words cut through her. His determination was ironclad. But so was his exhaustion. The weariness behind his gaze, masked so well by his strength, made her heart clench.

“You can’t,” she said, gripping his hands tightly. “Not alone. You’ve done enough—”

“I haven’t,” he interrupted, his grip tightening as well. His voice dropped, almost a growl, but there was no anger—only fierce love. “If I don’t end it, this will happen again. Maybe not to you, but to someone else. To everyone. And I won’t risk that.”

Y/N shook her head, tears prickling her eyes. “But you’ll die—!”

“Then I’ll die fighting,” Jinwoo said fiercely, his eyes burning as they held hers. “But I’m not leaving anything unfinished. Not after what it took to bring you back.”

She stared at him, seeing the absolute certainty there. No fear. No hesitation. Only a vow.

For a moment, she wanted to argue. To tell him he was being reckless. But something inside her shifted.

He had fought for her. Died for her. Crossed every hell imaginable to reach her.

How could she do any less?

Y/N took a deep breath, steadying herself. She wiped at her tears and looked at him with a strength that matched his own.

“Then we finish it together,” she said firmly.

Jinwoo’s eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t expected her to resolve so quickly. But then his expression softened into something deeply proud… and something deeply relieved.

His fingers laced through hers, squeezing once.

“Together,” he agreed.

She stood straighter, still leaning slightly against him as she regained her balance, but her grip on his hand never wavered. Jinwoo’s shadow pulsed around them like a living thing, his power already gathering for the final battle.

Y/N reached out, letting her energy synchronize with his. She could feel it now—their connection. Deeper than anything she had known before. She wasn’t just his partner in battle.

She was his equal. His other half.

As they turned toward the path that would lead them deeper into the abyss—where the Primordial Hunger awaited—Y/N cast one last glance over her shoulder at the majestic tree. At the place where she had waited… where she had endured.

And now, she would fight.

The abyss was suffocating, thick with miasma that clung to their skin and made every breath feel heavy. Jinwoo led the way, his steps steady and deliberate, shadows swirling protectively at their feet. His grip on her hand was firm—solid, grounding. He moved like a man on a mission, his black cloak gleaming faintly under the faint glimmer of corrupted light.

And Y/N was doing her very best not to implode.

Because… Wow. W O W. She could not believe this was happening.

Her lips still tingled from the kiss. Correction: kisses. Multiple. First soft… then desperate… then hungry. Like he wanted to consume her whole and didn’t care if there was an audience. Which, in fact, there was. The tree saw it! And probably the shadows! Oh God, Igris definitely saw it!

She nearly tripped but caught herself, pretending she’d just stepped over some uneven ground. Jinwoo didn’t notice—his predatory focus was dead ahead—but Y/N’ face was already burning.

He kissed me. Jinwoo kissed me. Like THAT.

Squealing erupted in her mind like a stampede of rabid fangirls at a limited edition merch sale.

Should I say something? Do I slap him? No, wait, I wanted it… but he didn’t even ask!

What the hell?! Since when is he so… so rude and sexy?! She had read about this kind of Jinwoo! At 2AM! Under her blanket! On her phone’s dimmest setting! Smut fanfics that definitely didn't have any right being that good!

But now she was living it?! Experiencing it firsthand? Reality had no business being better than fiction!

Y/N bit her lip, holding back the hysterical laughter bubbling up her throat. Her face was on fire, and she was seconds away from smacking herself in the head to snap out of it.

Pull it together, woman! You’re in an abyss! About to fight some primordial nightmare! Focus!

And yet, all she could think about was the way his hand had cradled her cheek, the low rumble of his voice when he whispered her name, and the utterly sinful way his lips felt on hers.

He was still holding her hand. Still walking beside her. Still totally unaware that her brain was currently short-circuiting.

Y/N inhaled sharply through her nose and squeezed his hand tighter. “Are you okay?” Jinwoo asked without looking, his voice smooth, calm—deadly serious.

“Nope,” she muttered under her breath. “What?” “Yup! Totally fine!” she corrected immediately, giving a nervous laugh.

Jinwoo shot her a brief, confused glance, then shrugged it off and returned to scanning the surroundings. His guard was up, his killing intent controlled but simmering just beneath the surface.

Y/N, on the other hand, was seconds away from combusting. This man is going to kill me, and it won’t be the monsters—it’ll be his damn handsome face. She puffed out her cheeks in frustration, groaning quietly to herself. “I can’t believe my first kiss was stolen just like that!,” she grumbled.

“What was that?” Jinwoo asked again, still not looking. “Nothing!” she chirped too fast.

He hummed in that low, distracted way, still oblivious, and tugged her closer to his side as they moved forward. Like he always wanted her there.

Y/N sighed, clutching his hand like it was the only thing keeping her from floating away. Rude. Sexy. Dangerous. Yep. She was screwed.

Y/N' inner squealing faded as soon as the distant clanking of chains echoed through the abyss. It was like the sound of inevitability, sharp and cold in the suffocating silence. She exchanged a glance with Jinwoo, but he was already focused, his dark eyes narrowing as they advanced.

The path narrowed, jagged stone walls closing in around them. Miasma thickened with every step, dragging at their bodies like unseen hands trying to pull them under. The devouring aura pressed against their skin, invasive and heavy. Breathing felt like inhaling smoke.

And then—they reached it.

A vast cage sprawled across a sunken chasm, made of rusted iron and ancient bone fused together by blackened roots. The cage trembled, chains stretching taut as something massive stirred within. Shadows deeper than night coiled around it, swallowing even the faint light Y/N summoned to their path.

Then… an eye opened.

Slitted and luminous, it pinned them where they stood. And then the voice came. Low. Mocking. Inside their minds.

"Little Balance Keeper. Little Monarch. You've brought yourselves here willingly? Brave… or foolish."

Y/N flinched despite herself. The voice was a gnawing thing, scraping at the inside of her skull, pulling at old memories. Painful ones. But she gritted her teeth and anchored her feet.

Jinwoo stood like a wall beside her, unmoving. The tension in his jaw betrayed his anger, but his voice was calm. “Funny. I was about to ask you the same thing.”

"You should have let this world rot," the Primordial Hunger whispered. "You could have ruled its ruins, Monarch. And you—Balance Keeper—do you think your light can hold me again?"

The chains binding it shuddered violently. They weren’t just metal; they were constructs of ancient sealing magic. And they were breaking.

Jinwoo took a step forward, shadows pooling at his feet like a living ocean. “Keep mocking. It’ll make your fall sweeter.”

The beast laughed, a sickening noise like bones cracking underfoot. "Come closer, little King. Show me your strength. Entertain me."

Y/N exhaled, steadying herself. Her hands glowed faintly as she summoned radiant chains of light—different from the last time. They weren’t born from desperation now, but from resolve. “I’ll hold it,” she told Jinwoo quietly. Her gaze didn’t waver. “You finish it.”

For a heartbeat, Jinwoo glanced at her. She wasn’t the same girl who had vanished with a smile and a sacrifice. He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

Y/N’ light chains lashed out, embedding deep into the colossal limbs of the Hunger as they tried to slip through the bars. The golden bindings flared bright, crackling with energy that defied the darkness. The beast screeched but pulled harder.

Y/N winced, bracing herself, but she held firm.

The cage exploded outward.

Jinwoo moved instantly. Kamish’s Rune Blade materialized in his hand, black lightning wreathing the crimson edge. He swung hard, deflecting a monstrous claw that came crashing down. The force of the impact cracked the stone beneath his feet, but he stood firm, sliding back only inches.

The creature lunged again. A massive maw opened wide, teeth gleaming like obsidian knives. Jinwoo ducked low and drove the blade up, slashing across its jaw. A spray of black ichor hissed in the air—but the wound closed instantly.

Y/N threw her hands forward, radiant chains shooting out and wrapping around the creature’s neck. She pulled with everything she had, light flaring blindingly. The beast howled and jerked away from Jinwoo, snapping several chains but halting its advance.

“Hold it!” Jinwoo barked, not turning his gaze from the creature.

Y/N braced herself. Her arms shook violently as she poured more of her power into the bindings. But her strength… it wasn’t draining like before. Soulbound Fate pulsed in her chest, stabilizing her energy, feeding her from the deep bond they now shared. Jinwoo’s life force echoed in her own.

Her eyes widened in understanding. “We… we can do this,” she whispered to herself. She tightened her grip.

The Hunger laughed again, this time shaking the ground. "Oh… this is new. A tethered soul? No matter. You’ll still die."

Jinwoo pushed off the ground and launched himself forward. He moved like a shadow himself, slipping through the creature’s defenses. He slammed Kamish’s blade into the beast’s side, twisting it hard, forcing black lightning to surge through its body.

But the creature retaliated fast—its tail sweeping toward him like a falling mountain. Jinwoo raised his free hand. “Absolute Dominion,” he growled.

The shadows around him thickened and solidified into an impenetrable wall, catching the blow—but the force sent a quake through the entire domain. Jinwoo skidded back, the impact rattling through his body.

Y/N felt her knees buckle for a second watching him get thrown back. Her heart pounded as doubt clawed its way up. He was strong, but not invincible. And this thing was ancient. Relentless.

The Hunger noticed her fear. "There it is," it whispered in their minds. "The doubt. You’re wasting your breath, Balance Keeper. He’ll fall here, and you’ll seal me again until you wither away."

Y/N' grip faltered. For a moment, she almost let go.

And then Jinwoo shouted. His voice cut through the miasma and the beast’s taunts like a blade.

“TRUST IN US! WE CAN DO THIS!” He wasn’t begging. He was commanding. A surge of power exploded from his body, Absolute Dominion warping the air around them.

Y/N snapped back to herself, breath catching in her throat. This wasn’t like before. They weren’t alone.

She poured everything she had into the chains, screaming as she forced them to tighten again. They blazed hotter, brighter—blinding gold searing through the darkness. Her soul resonated with Jinwoo’s, a steady pulse that anchored her. And now… they weren’t draining her life force. They were feeding something greater.

Jinwoo charged again, Kamish’s blade spinning in his hand as his shadows rose behind him. Igris, Beru, Iron—all of them bursting forth like a wave of vengeance. But Jinwoo led the attack himself.

He drove his blade straight into the Hunger’s throat as the shadows swarmed its limbs, locking them down. His free hand thrust forward again, plunging into the wound.

A shudder ran through the beast as Jinwoo’s authority overruled it. The creature howled, its body convulsing violently as its resistance crumbled under Jinwoo’s unrelenting will.

Y/N saw him glowing faintly. The link between them was strong—Soulbound Fate channeling their strength in a loop. He wasn’t just fighting for himself. And she wasn’t just holding it back.

They were one force. Perfect balance.

“Submit,” Jinwoo growled.

The Hunger’s body writhed, massive limbs spasming as its essence was pulled into Jinwoo’s shadow. Y/N' chains snapped free as the form dissolved, folding into darkness and vanishing into Jinwoo’s dominion.

Silence fell. For a long moment, nothing moved.

Y/N stood frozen for a heartbeat, the radiant glow from her chains fading slowly around her trembling hands. She stared at the place where the beast had been, where moments ago it had fought tooth and claw to tear them both apart.

But now… silence.

Her legs gave out beneath her. “We… we did it?” she whispered, like she didn’t believe the words even as they left her mouth. Her wide eyes turned to Jinwoo, searching his face for confirmation. For something real.

Jinwoo turned toward her. Their eyes met. And then she ran.

“Jinwoo!” Y/N’ cry cracked in the air as she threw herself into his arms.

He caught her easily, but his legs—exhausted, battered—didn’t hold. They fell hard to the cold, broken earth, tangled in one another. But neither cared. Y/N clutched his Cloak, burying her face against his neck as if afraid he would disappear again. Jinwoo’s arms locked around her, firm and steady, grounding them both in this fragile, miraculous moment.

His ragged breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “I’ve got you.” And he did.

For several long moments, they just held each other, shivering in relief, hearts pounding in sync.

But Jinwoo’s mind sharpened again. They weren’t done.

[System Notification]

You have defeated [Primordial Hunger].

You have conquered the Abyss. Level Up!

Level Up!

Shadow Extraction is now available.

His dark gaze lifted toward the darkness that still lingered. The echo of the Primordial Hunger’s existence hadn’t vanished completely.

Y/N slowly eased back as he helped her sit upright. “What… what are you doing?” she asked quietly, sensing his shift in focus.

“I’m not leaving it like this,” Jinwoo said, his voice low, calm, but edged with finality. “This thing—this Hunger—has no place being free. If I can’t destroy it, I’ll control it.”

He rose to his feet, still holding Y/N’ hand for a moment before gently letting go. Y/N watched him, concern in her gaze, but trusted his decision.

Jinwoo stepped forward, the dark space still vibrating faintly with what remained of the Primordial Hunger’s will. He extended his hand, shadow energy spiraling from his palm, curling in the air like tendrils of smoke.

“Arise,” he commanded. His voice thundered with Absolute Dominion.

The darkness swirled violently. The Hunger’s remaining essence clawed at existence, resisting the pull, its presence heavy, oppressive. Eyes—those terrible, slitted eyes—opened again within the void.

“You would bind me?” the voice spat, deep and mocking. “I devour worlds. I consume Kings and Gods alike. You cannot chain me like one of your pets.”

Jinwoo’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t about chains,” he said. “It’s about purpose.”

The beast’s snarl echoed in their minds.

Jinwoo stepped closer. His hand didn’t tremble. “Stay in this abyss… and you’ll rot. Forgotten. Alone.” His voice softened just slightly, dangerously persuasive. “Serve me… and you’ll feed on something greater. Endless battle. Endless worlds. But never alone.”

There was a long pause. The Hunger’s gaze flickered—something almost… curious passing behind those ancient eyes.

“You offer me… release?” it murmured.

“I offer you a throne beneath mine,” Jinwoo said. “You can devour everything I destroy. If you obey.”

The oppressive energy around them tightened like a storm gathering on the brink. Jinwoo didn’t move.

He tried a second time, his voice ringing through the void, commanding. “Arise.”

The swirling shadows recoiled violently, shrieking through the dead air. Still resisting.

Jinwoo’s gaze hardened. He inhaled deeply, feeling the familiar thrum of Soulbound Fate anchoring him, Y/N watching silently at his back. This wasn’t just for him. It was for her. For everything they fought for.

For the third time—calm, steady, absolute—he spoke: “Arise.”

A deep rumble shook the ground beneath their feet.

Then, something answered.

From the void, the remaining essence of the Primordial Hunger began to twist, condense, and reshape. The monstrous mass that once tore through dimensions became something more refined… but no less terrifying.

A towering lupine form emerged from Jinwoo’s shadow—its body sleek yet massive, draped in writhing tendrils of darkness like a living nightmare. Its fur bristled with jagged shadow spikes, and veins of ghostly violet energy pulsed faintly beneath its obsidian surface, marking its ancient power. Eyes ignited—a deep, menacing violet glow—searing through the gloom like twin void stars. They locked onto Jinwoo.

It snarled, a low rumbling growl that promised destruction, hunger… submission.

This wasn’t the hulking, mindless behemoth they had fought moments ago. It was more focused. Intelligent. But still Primordial.

The shadow aura coiled and uncoiled from its massive paws as it stalked forward, circling Jinwoo once—predatory and tense—before lowering its massive head.

Then it bowed.

Its muzzle touched the cold, cracked earth at Jinwoo’s feet in absolute submission. An alpha who knew it was standing before the true apex.

Jinwoo stood tall, black mist curling around him as his shadow pulsed in acknowledgment. He said nothing at first, simply resting his hand on the creature’s massive head. The contact sent a ripple of power through the air.

“You belong to me now,” he said softly. “And you’ll never be alone again.”

As the colossal shadow wolf knelt before him, the familiar ding of the System echoed in his mind.

You have extracted the remains of [Primordial Hunger]. Shadow extraction complete. Designation pending...

Please assign a name to your new shadow.

Jinwoo’s gaze sharpened. The System window hovered quietly, waiting. He didn’t hesitate. “…Fenrir,” he commanded, his voice resonant, carrying absolute authority.

Another ding followed.

[Primordial Shadow Beast: Fenrir] has been created.

Rank: Monarch-Class Type: Abyss Devourer Loyalty: Absolute

Once a force of endless hunger and ruin, it now serves the Shadow Monarch. Its power stands at the pinnacle, rivaling the ancient Monarchs. Beware: its hunger remains, but its leash is unbreakable.

The massive wolf—Fenrir—lifted its head as if understanding its name, violet eyes blazing with renewed purpose. It gave a deep, bone-rattling growl that rolled through the ground like distant thunder, then snapped its jaws in anticipation.

Jinwoo gave a small, satisfied smirk. "Good," he murmured, resting his hand once more on Fenrir's obsidian mane, dark mist swirling between his fingers. "You'll feed well."

As they preparing their way toward the exit of the Abyss, things should’ve felt serious. They had just conquered a nightmare, sealed the Primordial Hunger, and now walked through the gloom with a terrifying shadow beast at their side.

But then… there was Y/N.

She slowed down, glancing over her shoulder at the towering shadow wolf that padded behind them. Fenrir’s monstrous frame radiated an ancient hunger even now. Mist coiled off his fur like dark smoke, crimson eyes glowing in the deep gloom. He was a terrifying sight—huge, sleek, and every inch a predator.

Y/N squinted at him, thinking.

Jinwoo noticed immediately. “What are you doing?”

She ignored him. “Hey… Fenrir?”

The massive beast’s head turned slowly toward her. His glowing red eyes focused, waiting. Silent. Menacing.

“I was thinking…” Y/N began, voice light, “can you… maybe transform into a cute puppy version of yourself?”

There was a moment of silence.

Jinwoo froze mid-step. “…What.”

Fenrir’s eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling out from deep in his chest like distant thunder. His aura flared dangerously, shadow mist swirling in agitation. He took a deliberate step closer, towering over Y/N, jaws parting to show gleaming fangs.

「 I AM THE PRIMORDIAL HUNGER. THE DEVOURER OF ALL. 」 His voice echoed directly into their minds, deep and ancient. 「 I WILL NOT LOWER MYSELF TO—」

Y/N, unphased, marched right up to him and, without hesitation, reached out. She gave his massive shoulder an experimental rub. Then another. Then both hands dove into his shadowy fur like she was fluffing a pillow.

Jinwoo just stared, slack-jawed. “…Y/N… that thing devoured worlds.”

Fenrir’s furious aura wavered. He went stock still. The growl faltered. His eyes, wide and glowing, blinked in disbelief.

And then… Swish. A massive, shadowy tail gave a faint wag behind him.

Y/N gasped, delighted. “He likes it! And now he’s our good boy. Every good boy deserves a belly rub. You’re just misunderstood.”

Jinwoo slapped his forehead. “Oh my god.”

Fenrir stiffened, his shadow smoke flaring out again as if trying to reclaim his dignity. But the tail—traitorous, disobedient tail—wagged again. Slightly faster this time.

「 Cease this at once! 」 His deep mental voice sounded strained. Almost desperate. 「 I shall not lower myself to such frivolity. 」

But Y/N was beaming. “You’re totally enjoying this! Don’t deny it!”

Then, with an innocent (or maybe not-so-innocent) grin, she said, “If you want more rubs… give me your paw.”

There was another heavy pause. Fenrir’s eyes glowed fiercely, his head tilting as if insulted. But slowly—hesitantly—he lifted one massive paw and placed it in front of her like an obedient pup.

Jinwoo made a strangled noise in his throat. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Ohhh! Poochi! Who’s the good boy now??” Y/N cooed, her voice suddenly turning ridiculously high-pitched as she grabbed his paw with both hands, giving it gentle rubs. “Chukuchukuchuuuu! You big baby.”

Fenrir looked away sharply as if pretending none of this was happening. But the faintest puff of smoke escaped his snout like an embarrassed huff. His tail wagged again—this time an undeniable rhythm, betraying his pride completely.

Jinwoo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “This is definitely you,” he muttered, glancing at Y/N. “No illusion could ever come up with this madness.”

“Thank you,” Y/N chirped brightly.

Fenrir sulking silently in the shadow —still menacing… but with his tail wagging ever so slightly, as Y/N gave him an approving pat and kept hold of his paw for a little longer before it disappeared.

Jinwoo sighed, but there was a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Yeah. She was home.

With a final glance back at the place they had conquered, Jinwoo shifted his stance. "Shadow Exchange," he commanded quietly.

In an instant, they vanished from the Abyss—reappearing on the surface, where the world was still and waiting. The air was lighter, the sky stretched endless and blue above them, far from the suffocating darkness they had left behind.

Y/N took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. She tilted her face toward the sky, the sunlight warming her skin. In her heart, she whispered softly. Thank you… Raizel. For fighting. For trying. For loving me… across lifetimes.

Far away, in his distant domain, Raizel stood in quiet stillness. He exhaled slowly, as if he had finally set down an unspoken burden. A faint warmth, almost like peace, settled in his chest. And though he would never say it aloud, his thoughts found their way to Jinwoo. A worthy king… to stand at her side. He closed his eyes. And let go.

The moment their feet touched solid ground again, Y/N took in a sharp breath—the air here was different. Real. Fresh. Familiar.

Home, Jinwoo thought.

And waiting at the gate of the house were two figures. As soon as Jinwoo and Y/N stepped forward, his mother rushed out, her face crumpling as she shouted, “Y/N!”

Jinah was right behind her. “Unnie!”

They collided into Y/N with all the force of a tidal wave. His mother hugged her so tightly, Y/N actually squeaked. “Oh my god, I can’t breathe!” But the words were muffled against Mrs. Sung’s shoulder. Jinah clung to her waist, crying openly.

“You came back! You really came back!” Jinah sobbed. “Oppa didn’t say anything, he just disappeared, we thought—!”

“I’m here,” Y/N whispered, her voice thick. “I’m here now.”

Mrs. Sung pulled back just enough to cup Y/N’ face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks but her smile radiant. “Thank you for coming back to us. We prayed… every day.”

Jinwoo stood nearby, watching quietly as his family wrapped Y/N in their arms. His lips curled into a small, victorious smile. She’s home.

For the first time in a long while, something inside him felt at peace.

Later that night, the house finally settled into a peaceful quiet. Jinah had passed out on the couch, mumbling something about "meat comas," and his mom had gone to bed after fussing over Y/N one last time. The warm hum of home wrapped around them like a familiar blanket.

Jinwoo stood in the kitchen, pouring hot water into two mugs. His movements were slow, precise—automatic, really. He barely realized what he was doing until he set the second cup on the counter and stared at it for a long moment.

Y/N tilted her head at him from where she sat at the table, legs curled under her like she owned the place. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Jinwoo’s fingers curled lightly around his own cup. “Nothing,” he murmured, then let out a quiet laugh. “I just realized… for months after you were gone, I kept doing this.”

“Doing what?”

He glanced at her, his dark eyes thoughtful. “Making two cups of coffee. Every night. Out of habit, I guess. Or… hope.”

Y/N felt her throat tighten. She stared at him, warmth spreading across her chest—but before she could say anything soft or serious, he smirked, just a little crooked and teasing.

“I even caught myself talking to your pillow,” he added smoothly, taking a sip from his cup.

Y/N nearly choked on air. “What?!”

Jinwoo shrugged with zero shame. “What can I say? It still smelled like you.”

Her face flamed instantly. “Jinwoo!”

He tilted his head toward her, that slow, lazy grin spreading wider. “Don’t worry. I washed it before it got too weird.”

“You—!” She set her coffee down with a loud clink. “Oh my god. You’re worse than I thought.”

“Maybe.” His tone dipped lower, warm and teasing now. “But after all this time, you’re back. And now I don’t need a pillow.”

Y/N stared at him, eyes wide. “Are you flirting with me over coffee?”

“I’m telling you the truth.” Jinwoo walked over, setting his cup down beside hers. He braced his hands on either side of the table and leaned in, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, smell the faint bitter edge of his coffee breath. “And if you’re not careful, I might start thinking you like it.”

Her heart skipped hard in her chest, but she smirked anyway, refusing to back down. “You’ve been love-struck that hard, huh?”

Jinwoo hummed low in his throat. “You have no idea.”

For a moment, neither moved. The air crackled between them.

The stars blinked faintly above them, a scattered sea of light against the dark sky. Jinwoo sat with Y/N beneath their shared blanket, their shoulders pressed close, fingers lightly entwined around warm mugs of coffee.

She sighed in contentment, resting her head against him. “I missed this,” she murmured, voice soft and peaceful.

Jinwoo glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable for a beat before a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Me too.”

For a long while, neither spoke. The air between them was warm and quiet—too quiet.

Then Jinwoo said, casually, “You know… it was almost too peaceful while you were gone.”

Y/N blinked, tilting her head up slightly. “Too peaceful? That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.”

He chuckled, low in his throat, a sound that might have passed for amusement. “You’d think.”

She waited, expecting him to say more.

Jinwoo lifted his mug to his lips, took a slow sip. His dark eyes stared ahead, distant. “Everyone was smiling. Moving on. Like nothing happened.” His fingers tapped against the ceramic, idly, as if keeping time with something only he could hear. “Like you’d never existed.”

Y/N frowned, the smile fading from her lips.

“So,” he continued, tone light, “I started thinking… maybe it was time to mess things up a little.” He gave a slow shrug. “Tear the world apart. Make them all scream, just so it would feel… fair.”

Her eyes widened, a quick intake of breath catching in her throat.

But Jinwoo glanced down at her with a crooked smirk. “Kidding. That’d be a bad look for me, right?”

Y/N let out a laugh, unsure if she was supposed to believe him or not. “You… are joking, right?”

He leaned in, bumping her shoulder playfully. “What do you think?”

Y/N smiled faintly, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

She leaned into him again, relaxing under the illusion of his calm. She believed it. She wanted to believe it. After all, he was here, wasn’t he? He hadn’t lost himself. He’d brought her home.

But Jinwoo didn’t say anything more.

Inside, where she couldn’t hear, his thoughts echoed in the silence.

I wasn’t kidding, he admitted to himself. I was one step away from destroying everything. From making the world bleed just so it would hurt as much as I did.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in her scent, the warmth of her beside him.

If I hadn’t found you… if you hadn’t come back…

He exhaled slowly, hiding the tremor in his chest behind another sip of coffee.

Instead, he looked at her, smiling faintly. “I thought you said you admired me,” he teased. “Why make me feel like the loneliest man in the world?”

Y/N laughed again, softer this time, and squeezed his hand.

Jinwoo squeezed back, but his eyes drifted once more to the stars, silent.

You saved me, he thought. Even when you weren’t here. But I don’t think I could’ve waited much longer.

And because she didn’t know what he was truly thinking, because he made sure she wouldn’t, Y/N smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder again. Peaceful. Safe.

The house had settled into a quiet calm for the night. Jinwoo’s mother and Jinah had long since gone to bed, and the stars outside were a muted shimmer through the window. Y/N stood in her borrowed room, toweling off her hair after a warm shower, still getting used to the feeling of being home—even if it wasn’t the world she was born in.

She was humming softly to herself, fluffing at her already half-dried hair when there was a soft knock at the door.

“Y/N,” came Jinwoo’s voice, low and hesitant in a way that immediately made her heartbeat quicken.

She padded barefoot to the door and opened it, tilting her head curiously. “Hey.”

Jinwoo stood there, silent for a moment, eyes a little darker than usual. Then, without asking, he stepped inside. Y/N blinked but didn’t stop him, distracted as she was, still toweling at her damp hair. “What’s up?” she asked, casually wringing out strands that were already dry.

He was quiet behind her. She felt it before she saw it—the weight of his gaze, heavy and intent. Then suddenly, a warm arm snaked around her waist from behind, drawing her gently but firmly back against him.

Y/N stiffened for half a second, wide-eyed, her hands frozen mid-dry. “J-Jinwoo…?”

His head lowered beside her ear, his breath warm against her damp skin. “I want to sleep beside you tonight,” he whispered, voice raw but controlled. “I’m scared if I close my eyes, I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.”

Y/N’ throat went dry, and for a moment she didn’t trust her voice. She nodded faintly instead, cheeks flushed so hot she thought she might ignite on the spot. “O-Okay,” she managed.

He hummed softly, satisfied with her answer, but didn’t move right away. His grip stayed gentle around her, and after a long moment, he finally let her go.

“I’ll wait,” he said simply, giving her space.

And wait, he did.

Y/N continued to pretend to dry her hair, standing at her little vanity, fussing with invisible dampness as if it was her most sacred duty. She ran the towel over her hair again. And again. And then again.

From the corner of her eye, she could feel Jinwoo watching her from where he sat on the edge of her bed.

Except now… he wasn’t just watching.

He was waiting.

And very obviously annoyed.

When she risked a glance at him, she found him sitting there, arms crossed over his chest, one brow raised high in a look that screamed, Really?

Y/N froze. “What?”

“You’re stalling,” Jinwoo said flatly.

“No, I’m not,” she shot back, spinning back to the mirror. “My hair’s still wet.”

“Y/N.” His tone was patient in the way that suggested it was running out.

“It is! I can feel it!” She rubbed the towel over her hair again, aggressively.

“Y/N.”

She risked another glance. He was now lying back against her pillows, one arm behind his head, the other lazily patting the empty space beside him. His gaze was steady, unamused, and just a little smug.

“You’re acting like a virgin,” he said bluntly.

Y/N sputtered, nearly dropping the towel. “I—! You—! I am—!” she stammered, cheeks burning even hotter.

Jinwoo’s lips twitched. “So you keep telling me.”

“That’s because it’s true!” she huffed, spinning back to the mirror, mortified.

“You’ve been drying your hair for twenty minutes,” Jinwoo drawled. “You’re going to wear it out.”

Y/N groaned into the towel. “This isn’t fair,” she mumbled.

“It’s not,” Jinwoo agreed easily. “I’ve been suffering longer.”

She peeked at him through her fingers. He was grinning now. That quiet, devastating grin that made her stomach do flip-flops. His hand was still patting the space beside him, slow and lazy.

Finally, she gave up, dropping the towel onto the vanity with a resigned sigh. “Fine,” she grumbled. “But no funny business.”

“I’ll behave,” Jinwoo promised. Then, after a beat, “Mostly.”

She shot him a look as she crossed the room, but when she slipped under the covers beside him, his arms were there instantly, wrapping around her like he’d been waiting years for this.

And maybe he had.

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bittersuite | d. winchester

synopsis. you & dean are having an argument, you use your powers to do something he doesn’t approve of tags. 1k words, slightly religious talk, angst, angry dean, talking about wanting a family series masterlist

"I don't know why it's wrong, Dean!" You're not shouting, you haven't ever actually raised your voice so it's not surprising, but Dean's is sure getting loud.

"Because the leviathans are on our ass every fuckin' day! If they sense angel activity and we're found out it'll be your fucking fault." He points at you, aggressively and you have a feeling in your chest you just don't understand. Well, you understand it but it feel horrible. How could anyone ever want to be human? Even interacting with them is detrimental to your intellect. Especially the way he’s swearing so much.

You should apologize, and you're about to, but he's even angrier now. "Every time I tell you to do something, you never goddamn listen—" You shut your eyes and you immediately think of heaven's gates. When you open your eyes, you're in… Kansas? Lawrence, Kansas to be specific. And infront of the Winchester's house, no less.

There's a woman inside, she's running after a child and you can't help but smile. You're not sure what's so amusing about it but it's almost like you can imagine that being Dean and his mother. Her running after him, this house being their own, him growing up not hunting.

You know that's not possible, you know he was chosen before he was even born, you know vessels are made before they're even human, but it's comforting you in some way. It comforting to think that there could be another universe where the Winchesters were just themselves.

You don't notice it but you're somehow in front of the door, knocking. A man opens the door, "Hi. I'm…" an Angel, is what you've learned to say when you, Sam, and Dean meet monsters. An FBI agent when you meet any type of authority. Just a Guardian Angel when you meet other Angels.

"I'm Cherry." You make up. "And I… I am a friend of the Winchesters. They used to live here." When you were assigned to come down to earth to kill Cass for disobeying Heaven, you had to study Dean fully. You watched his entire life, every single second he's been alive until you met is engrained into your memory.

It feels horrible, you know if he ever found out he'd be angry at you but you didn't know you'd grow to like the Winchesters as much as you did.

"Honey," he yells for his wife, you presume. The woman who dean and Sam helped when they came here years ago shows up with a smile. "Friend of the Winchesters."

Her eyes widen. "Of— why? Is something wrong? We haven't felt anything." You shake your head, looking down at the seven year old.

"Hey, little boy." He smiles at you and then hides behind his mother's leg. "I'm sorry, your son is just adorable. There's nothing wrong with the house,I only…" but you have nothing to say. You have no idea what you're doing or why you're ruining this couple's evening or why you're like this. You miss Dean.

It clicks that's you had left mid-argument just now, on their porch. And that if you close your eyes, your bound to get back to dean. So you don't blink, just look up at them and see them moving to make room for you. You smile and enter the house.

"We were just about to have dinner, wanna join us?" You nod eagerly, looking around. You remember all four years of Dean's life in this house so vividly, way more than even he does, and it's exhausting. Because in taking his memories, you absorbed his emotions too and they are painful. They're too strong for a man to bare.

You sit down on the table as they plate everything and when they sit down, they offer you their hands. The woman, Jenny, smiles. "We pray." You take her hand immediately, connecting your other one with her older Son Sari, and he does the same with his seven year old sister, Richie.

"Lord, thank you for the food we are about to eat." And then it ends. And then they eat and your hands are mostly still outstretched waiting for more. It takes a minute for Jenny to snap you out of your trance. "Cherry, you okay?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm sorry, I— Dean needs me. I need to go see him." She doesn't say anything, just takes your hand before you run out of the room, closing your eyes once you reach the door.

"Did you find her? Well do it faster, Cass—" it's familiar. It's everything you've been craving ever since you left. It's only been a few hours but it's dark now, which is probably why they were having dinner. Right. They. Because you had dinner with a family.

A family that prays. Or pretends to, it’s only being gratefulness for being given something. But have they prayed as they make the food? Do they ask god to give them strength? Do they study the books? Why did you pray with them? Who would you pray to?

They’re the people you turned your life around for. You’ve been alive forever and these humans, who are only sometimes grateful, are who you’ve rejected order for. Especially this human.

"Dean?" He turns around, his gun automatically pointed at you and you can't help the smile on your face. He released a breath before talking two long steps to you and pulling you into his chest.

"God, Angel, where were you? Are you okay?" He lets go, taking a quick look. When he realizes your fine, his eyes become furious. "What were you fucking thinking? Don't you ever do that again," you're about to stand up to him, the same way Cass sometimes does, but then he says, "don't run away when you know I can't chase after you."

"You were shouting."

"We had a disagreement, it's normal." Is it? Are the loud voices and anger normal? "Please just talk to me before ever doing that again."

"Okay."

"Where did you go?" He asks, his voice still slightly tense. Maybe he doesn't trust you after all this time, thinking you're just waiting for the angels to rise after Cass's disappointment as their leader.

"Lawerence." He doesn't ask anything after that. But when he hugs you again, he hears your soft mumble. "They had a family." Yeah, they did. You never will, though.

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He's pretty. The frat boy currently turned upside down, holding himself up in a keg stand, legs up so high it looks like he doesn't even need much of the help he's being given to stay perched up there in a handstand.

Eddie watches, enthralled.

Even moreso, when the guy dismounts, and then immediately does a standing backflip. Bowing as the crowd cheers upon sticking the landing.

"Steve's something else," Jeff says from his side, with a chuckle.

"Steve?" Eddie questions. Has Jeff talked to their spring break neighbors?

"Yeah, he came over earlier. He's nice. We can go down there if we want. We were invited."

Eddie shakes his head. He'd just embarrass himself. He knows damn good and well any guy who looks like that wouldn't be interested in anyone like him. Eddie looks like a Victorian ghost that accidently floated onto the beach, not a sunkissed Greek god like Steve.

Then, a loud, shrill whistle pierces the air, and they both look in that direction.

Steve is standing there waving at them, like he might take his arm out of the socket.

"Jeff! Jeff's friend! Come down here!" Steve yells, hands cupping his mouth, magnifying his voice as he's beckoning them, like he's the announcer on The Price is Right.

And before Eddie can decline, Jeff is standing.

Well, fine.

Eddie finds himself turned upside down, and the hand sliding up his thigh to hold him up over the keg is large, and warm. Firmly squeezing his thigh, and Eddie can barely concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing.

When he's righted back to the sand, Steve's grinning at him, baseball cap on backwards, and then he claps Eddie on the shoulder, squeezing.

And that's it. Jeff does his keg stand next, and then the party continues. Eddie knows they are welcome to stay, but at the first opportunity, he slinks back down the beach and up into the house.

Gareth's on the couch, asleep, controller in hand as Goodie's still playing Mario next to him.

"He's been out a while, if you want in on this," Goodie says, but Eddie just shakes his head.

"There's a frat party next door. Jeff stayed," Eddie offers.

"Ew, no," Goodie says, never taking his eyes off the screen.

And honestly, Eddie feels the same. But Steve was pretty to look at, that's for damn sure.

The next morning, with the sun just coming up, Eddie stands out at the edge of the water, mug of coffee in hand. He doesn't sleep as much as people always think he does.

He likes to see the sunrise.

There's a creak, then the snap of a screen door banging shut. Eddie turns to look, and it's Steve. Standing on the porch next door, shirtless, eating a burrito. He waves, and Eddie waves back.

Steve bounds down the steps of their beach house, and then trudges across the sand. Without his hat, his hair is big, a little greasy and clearly has a mind of its own. Eddie knows how that is, well.

When he reaches Eddie, Steve reaches in the pocket of his cargo shorts, and pulls out another foil wrapped burrito. He hands it to Eddie, and Eddie takes it.

"Thanks," Eddie says, and then for some reason, offers Steve his coffee mug.

Steve accepts it, cupping it with both hands as he sips on it.

He's a stranger. A guy Eddie saw down the beach, then let prop him up for a keg stand, and now they're sharing a nearly silent breakfast together, like they've done it a million times before.

The burrito is good. Homemade, Eddie thinks, and full of everything you'd want in a breakfast burrito.

"I'm Steve," Steve says.

"Eddie," Eddie says around a mouthful, "this is really good. Thanks."

"Argyle made them," he says, and Eddie doesn't know who that is. Maybe it's a restaurant, and not a person.

And they stand there, shoulder to shoulder as Eddie eats, and Steve sips on Eddie's coffee.

"Where do you go to school?" Steve asks.

"I don't," Eddie answers, looking over at them, "we're a band. Doing a van tour. Mainly college towns. And they wanted to pause to do spring break. I think they thought we'd end up staying next to some hot girls in bikinis."

"Oh, I'm not that," Steve says with a grin.

"No, no you're not," Eddie says, adding, "I'm not complaining. You have burritos."

And at that, Steve tosses back his head and laughs.

He's so fucking gorgeous.

"So, this tour. Do you accept requests for college towns to stop in?"

The bar is dingy, just like most of them they play in are, but it seems so much brighter with Steve Harrington standing next to the stage.

Eddie made good on Steve's request, and after the set, Steve rewards him by pressing him into the wall backstage. Eddie reaches up and turns Steve's baseball cap around backwards, an invitation to please fucking kiss him already. It makes Steve grin, and move so his thigh slots between Eddie's legs, mouth lowering to cover his.

Yes, this.

Eddie tilts his head, ready.

He's sure they look like an odd pair, but he really likes Steve, and loves this thorough kissing Steve's leading them through.

Eddie hooks his fingers in Steve's belt loops, tugging him closer.

He definitely doesn't want him getting away, though there seems to be no fear of that happening. Not with the way he's kissing him. Soft lips, and gentle tongue. Like they're in no hurry, no rush, and Eddie melts into him.

When Steve finally pulls back, lips red and swollen, he cups Eddie's neck with both of his hands, his thumbs stroking Eddie's cheeks, "You wanna come back to my room?"

Eddie definitely wants to do that, and the guys will just have to figure out their own shit for a night.

So, Eddie nods, and Steve kisses him again.

Another preview of what's surely to come.

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quickstappen · 13 hours ago

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track 005: rumor has it

A/N: i am back? hopefully at least. welcome to the 5th part of the story! track 006 is very closely related to this one and it's almost ready to post too. also, i definitely didn't forget to give paola friends and i'm not trying to fix it right now, absolutely not what do you meannn

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paola_sainz posted new instagram stories!

caption 1: looks like someone needed some Lady Fuzzypaws hugs logansargeant

⟶ maxverstappen1 replied to your story!

maxverstappen1 I'm not surprised, she looks like she gives amazing hugs!

paola_sainz oh she does, that's for sure

caption 2: this has been going on for over 4 hours, someone save me

⟶ tae_james replied to your story!

tae_james quit whining, you're just salty you went bankrupt

paola_sainz I am so not!

tae_james well, you weren't complaining while you were winning

caption 3: I fear bloodshed is rapidly approaching

⟶ jensonbutton replied to your story!

jensonbutton So that's why we can hear all of you screaming?

paola_sainz mario kart is a serious business

jensonbutton Obviously

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paola_sainz evenings in with your friends are the best medicine I swear (as long as the friends aren't annoying you though 🙄)

ps. as always thank you Jense for hosting our chaotic band

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shithappens oh the whole group is finally back!!

↳ prplsector who are they?

↳ shithappens they're Paola's friends from uni! i think they haven't seen each other for ages! Tae was doing an interior design apprenticeship in Japan and Julia is doing another degree in art in France I think

jensonbutton I'd like to point out that I was only aware about 3 of these people coming over beforehand. The rest was not included in the negotiations.

↳ paola_sainz yes, because you oh so hate it when Logan, Oscar and Arthur come over to hang out 🙄

↳ jensonbutton I'd still like to know in advance

↳ paola_sainz you guys sat and watched top gear together for half the afternoon!

↳ quickstappen oh my god jenson's just an exasperated father, just surrender to your fate my guy

oui_lyanne the way they all feel so safe at Jenson's house 🥺 it's like they can be the teenagers they never got to be there

logansargeant I still maintain that Max is the real main character of the movie

↳ paola_sainz And you should say it louder 🙂‍↕️ Max supremacy

ilpredestinatox the sunset looks so good oh my god

papalonso i NEED to know who won monopoly

↳ 4ND1 who won?? i need to know who cheated and who screamed the loudest

↳ logansargeant Arthur almost flipped the table

↳ arthur_leclerc I DID NOT!!

↳ 4ND1 i think i've died

tae_james if that's the treatment i get in the UK i'm never going back to Japan, are you kidding me

↳ paola_sainz good. you should never leave again

↳ sierrapaints i agree, i need my roommate back permanently

cuddlyxricc and people are wondering why he lost his seat 🙄 maybe if he spent more time on the simulator rather than at "sleepovers" he'd still have a drive

lightning_enjyr what organ do i have to sell to be a part of this friendship group

dutchlion i bet jenson secretly loves it when they all visit

juliandrews came back from france just to get absolutely destroyed in mario kart, guess that's what i get for thinking you could beat actual drivers

↳ logansargeant You weren't THAT bad, still better than Arthur

DXLEC oh i'm so glad that Logan wasn't alone after the shit that williams pulled

predestined55 once again siding with the enemy, we see how it is snake 🐍

charles_leclerc How do I keep getting excluded from this hang outs

↳ arthur_leclerc You can have a sleepover with your friends, leave mine alone

↳ charles_leclerc Oscar and Logan are also my friends! So is Paola!

↳ paola_sainz don't worry Charlie, I'm sure Max would be more than happy to have a sleepover with you

elmatadorf1 seriously, when is she just gonna disappear 💀

L3CH41R i live for arthur and paola just absolutely destroying charles in the comments every time, poor guy just wants to be involved

oscarpiastri Good company = good time 🫡

↳ paola_sainz you have such a way with words...

↳ N3CKSTRI oh god why is he so embarrassing

paola's messages:

ITALY 2024

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paola_sainz and the marks you leave will forever be cherished in my memories ;)

(we had a blast in Monza, forza ferrari sempre charles_leclerc you really pulled that win out of nowhere, incredibly proud of you mate)

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charles_leclerc Oh yes, forza ferrari sempre ❤️

L3CH41R YESSS WE DID ITT

quickstappen ma'am 🫣 i feel like i'm imposing on something

DXLEC oh god Italy looks so good this time of year 😭

maxshvershmappen why is she so hotttt 😳

tae_james i think i get the hype you know

↳ paola_sainz finally!! I've been trying to get you to go to a race for years

shithappens this race was soooo good, i can't believe that ferrari strategy gamble paid off

logansargeant my eyes woman 😫

↳ paola_sainz oh grow up Logan, people have sex

↳ logansargeant yeah but up until now I didn't have to imagine YOU doing it

juliandrews you look so good in yellow mama 🤤 hot damn

↳ paola_sainz girl come over 🫣

arthur_leclerc I can't believe you didn't let me spray the bubbles with you

↳ sierrapaints hot girl activities only I'm afraid 😌

cuddlyxricc who are those randos at a grand prix wtf, and who do they think they are, staying in the vip section when they don't even like f1

chat_withmani aww im so jealousss, i missed out on the tickets

oscarpiastri What about my congratulations? 😔

↳ paola_sainz Don't you worry, you big baby, you'll get your congratulations

lightning_enjyr umm guys? this is a public comment section

papalonso oscar is bold, I'll give you that

oui_lyanne so.... are we confirming it already or what?

↳ 4ND1 they can still write it off as a friends thing 😔

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carlossainz55 Love is strong tonight, had the best time at family dinner ❤️

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elmatadorf1 what??

cuddlyxricc im sorry that is going on

jaylaf1 he looks soo goooood 🤤🤤

reyesvdec Mis hermosos hijos ❤️

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shithappens oh no, that's not -

hamilteaa is he for real??

landonorris Always good to spend time with your family brother 🙏

↳ carlossainz55 You're a part of this family muppet

S4INZLVR that's.... interesting

l4ndop1 who is that hugging Lando???

↳ papayacar looks a lot like Paola, Carlos' sister

↳ F4ST_C4R no wayy, they never really interacted and besides, she has a boyfriend

↳ maiberides okay hear me out,, maybe.... he's the boyfriend??

↳ wlcm2tesstalk absolutely not.

sainzlvr keep your head high Carlos!!

paola_sainz Great dinner, good to see everyone

↳ lewibear this is sooo dry djsjsjjs i live for this woman

isawthesainz what a great race mate! congratulations ❤️

landowinss i swear it looks like paola is hugging lando 🥺

↳ carlando333 they'd make such a cute couple 😭😭

paola's messages:

AZERBAJIAN and SINGAPORE 2024

paola_sainz posted new instagram stories!

caption 1: a two time winner yet he still almost falls of the car lol great work Ozzie! I'm so happy I got to be here for your second one, we're celebrating big today!

�� logansargeant replied to your story!

logansargeant ew don't publicly announce you're gonna fuck my best friend??

paola_sainz deal with it

paola_sainz besides, it's not really public if only a chosen group of people is in on it

caption 2: some late sightseeing

caption 3: someone needs fuel

paola's messages:

paola_sainz posted new instagram stories!

caption 1: that's some good shit, very refreshing to see maxverstappen1

caption 2: unfortunately I can't be there to cheer live, but I'm sending good vibes and luck to this man

⟶ landonorris replied to your story!

landonorris what is this favouritism? don't I get a good luck too? 🤭

paola_sainz sure

paola_sainz good luck Norris

landonorris why thank you Lola 😉 I'll make sure to make the most of it

⟶ oscarpiastri replied to your story!

oscarpiastri Did you really have to use that photo?

paola_sainz it could've been a lot worse

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paola_sainz love you too babe, you'll smash it ❤️

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krokusplays · 2 days ago

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A Rising Dawn - Chapter 2

Mydei X (female) Reader

Fic Rating: Mature (will change for a later chapter)

Chapter Length: 4.2k

Fic Status: Ongoing

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Falling in Love, Learning to Trust, Sweet, Wholesome, almost no angst, no use of y/n, smut in a later chapter, set before the events of 3.0

Author’s Notes: The fic will probably end up being 30k-40k words long rather than 20k-30k. I'm currently drafting chapter 5 and we're at 19k words already and there will most likely be around 9 chapters altogether with similar lengths to this one. Anyway, I'm so glad you're all enjoying it so far. I hope you will enjoy this one as well <3

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Summary: In the Holy City, daily life remained the same for the citizens despite the threat of the Black Tide lurking beyond the city’s borders.

But sometimes, a brief encounter can bring about a new dawn for its residents. Chrysos Heirs and regular citizens alike.

Even more so when the Golden Thread has tied your fates together a long time ago.

You did show up.

Frankly, you’ve had all the intentions from the beginning. You never denied requests from the kids in this city.

Looking after these kids, playing with them, listening to their stories - a lot of “I saw a nymph today! I’m sure of it!” and “Lord Phainon is so cool!” - and telling them what little you knew about specific topics filled your heart with a joy and purpose you haven’t found in this city before.

Though, the boy’s request to train… it brought a sense of concern with it that you didn’t know how to handle. It stuck with you all the way to the training grounds after work.

They were just little kids. They should be kept away from weapons and fighting as much as possible and not be encouraged to seek it out.

So you opted to come along. For the children’s sake.

And for their safety.

You sat on the small wall surrounding the training ground and placed the small basket of fruits Demetria gave you after work next to you.

The training was already in full swing when you arrived, work didn’t allow you to leave earlier with all these customers today. Laughter and exclamations of awe filled the air and you took in the scene in front of you.

There was a third kid, a boy you’ve never seen before, but the other two knew him. They were… engaged in what could only be described as a fierce battle against each other with their grins and twinkling eyes and the wooden toy swords in their hands.

Lord Mydei - the fact that he was here to begin with was daunting - stood next to them and watched them train.

The Chrysos Heir’s presence was… impossible to ignore.

He carried an air with him that spoke of respect - or was it intimidation - and might. It overshadowed almost everything else whenever he approached the store - yet it would never stop you from being polite to him like you were to any other customer.

Seeing him around kids like this felt… odd. He seemed like the kind of guy one found on the battlefield, as if all these rumors whispered in the streets how he was a Kremnoan - full of bloodlust and madness like the Strife Titan - had a truthful core to them.

You knew what he was capable of. You remembered.

The scene in front of you did not match that impression.

Lord Mydei walked around the kids, gave instructions, praised them for everything they did, showed them how to move their hands, their feet, told them to slow down and take a break - during which the kids came running up to you full of excitement telling you about their achievements as if you didn’t see any of it.

He was incredibly patient and encouraging with them and your chest constricted at the sight.

How you wished you would’ve received the same kind of encouragement during your own childhood. Even when you came of age. Maybe even some training for yourself so that you wouldn’t have to be so dependent on others.

That faceless soldier appeared before your eyes again. The darkness - thick and consuming - creeping up behind him as he risked life and limb to free you from those cold iron chains before it swallowed him up, left nothing behind but an empty shell-

You shook your head and focused on the sight in front of you instead, observed how the kids giggled and exclaimed their victories loudly, how they pretended to be heroes with their swords…

It was then that you realized… This was fun.

The kids were enjoying themselves just as much as when they were playing hide and seek, they laughed and put all their energy into everything Lord Mydei asked them to do. They wanted to impress him and the way they beamed with glee and pride when the Chrysos Heir recognized and praised their efforts made your heart swell inside your chest.

You sighed as you sat on the small wall surrounding the little training ground near Okhema’s theater.

Now you felt kinda silly for your worries.

You knew Lord Mydei was a warrior but you should’ve expected or at least assumed that he wouldn’t risk children coming to harm.

You looked down and your gaze fell onto the basket with the fruits. You took a deep breath. Lord Mydei had no idea about your thoughts and assumptions and yet, you couldn’t help but think that an apology was in order nonetheless.

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He found himself training the kids a couple of days later again. They had encountered him near Marmoreal Palace this time when he had intended to go home after spending some time in the baths.

He told them to meet him here the next day under the condition their parents were alright with it.

There were four Kremnoan kids here today. Even though only two had asked him yesterday.

Now he observed how the two pairs exchanged blows, giggling and calling out how they would become mighty warriors one day and fight alongside Mydei one day. It did make him smile.

“Oh big sis is here!” the girl exclaimed, her attention entirely turned away from the sparring match against the boy, and Mydei caught the boy’s sword as he swung it before it could collide with the girl’s head by accident. Wooden or not, a kid’s head was not meant to stop swords.

Only then did Mydei look up as you arrived at the training grounds. Your basket in your hands as you took a seat on the low wall.

“Did you ask her to come here?” Mydei asked the kids. They nodded.

“Yeah, we saw her on our way here at the store.”

Mydei nodded but didn’t comment on it further. You placed a small basket on the wall and sat down next to it in front of the tree and bushes behind you. You haven’t paid much attention to anything else yet. While your expression remained calm, he spotted an unease - stress - in the way you brushed your hair behind your ear, dusted off your dress and took a deep breath that moved your entire body as you finally sat down.

You rushed over here. Not a single part of your body hid that notion.

He couldn’t linger on it and it didn’t concern him either, but there was no obligation for you to join this little training - playing - session. The kids would’ve managed.

He turned to the kids again.

“Now listen, young warriors of Kremnos, heed my words. Never lose sight of your opponents and never allow anything to distract you from the fight. If you want to fight alongside the warriors of Kremnos, never forget this.”

It did the trick. It always did.

Raised voice. His words an order.

The kids turned to him with their eyes almost glowing in pride and awe, their stances rigid as they tried to copy the stances they’ve seen among grown-ups when they received a command from their superior.

They continued their training, but eventually Mydei noticed the exhaustion in them. They began to sweat, they breathed faster than before and they couldn’t raise their swords as high as before.

When Mydei asked if they wanted to call it quits they vehemently denied and began pushing themselves again. Tenacious. Virtuous.

But still, unnecessary.

“Even warriors of Kremnos take breaks. If you have strength left we will continue afterwards,” he told them and the kids saluted. Amusing.

An instant later and they ran towards you, calls of your name on their lips. You greeted them with equal enthusiasm, but remained seated on the wall. Chatter filled the air as all the kids tried to talk to you at once and you attempted to keep up with it all. Mydei’s lips twitched upwards. Boundaries existed for a reason. Apparently you have not established those yet with them.

Or perhaps, did not want to?

Why was he pondering this?

You reached for the boxes in your basket and when you opened them he saw slices of fruits and vegetables you sold at the store, neatly cut and prepared for the kids. Did you purchase those yourself? Were they a gift of Demetria’s?

The kids jumped at them, eagerly eating them while they continued to talk to you. At least those kids ate healthy food. Good.

One of the boys turned to him, a slice of watermelon in his hands and half the juice on his face, and waved him over. How bold.

However, Mydei obliged.

"Hello, Lord Mydei,” you greeted him when he approached. You glimpsed up at him but then your eyes shifted and fell onto your basket. He didn’t think you saw him nod in response.

You reached into the basket, fingers slow - hesitant - before pulling out a small ceramic bottle. The simple color and shape suggested it to be a cheap one, common, probably your own and not from the store. You held it in your hands as if contemplating, the kids forgotten for a moment.

But then you held it in his direction.

“I… This is for you,” you said, a tinge of nervousness in your voice that you either didn’t succeed or didn’t try to hide.

Mydei tilted his head. “There was no need for that.”

You averted your gaze for a moment. “Please, it’s nothing big, just… take it as an apology.”

He took the bottle without questioning it further, though he did not blindly take a sip of whatever was inside. There was more you wanted to say but the hint of unease - you almost seemed embarrassed - and the kids still being around you kept you from saying more.

An apology, huh? For what? Your initial reaction to him? Or something else he wasn’t even aware of? It seemed confusing to him but he had no interest in flustering you even more.

He pulled the cork of the bottle and took a sip. The moment the drink filled his mouth he paused, briefly, unlikely you even caught his own hesitation now.

Pomegranate juice.

Fresh. Self-made. Not store-bought. Delicious. Missed the milk, though, but you couldn’t possibly know about this preference of his.

This… surprised him. But when he threw a look at your hands, clasped together in your lap and he caught a hint of the familiar red color under your fingernails, even though he caught a drift of citrus from your hair when the breeze picked it up at this short distance.

That meant you’ve taken a bath this morning and prepared the juice yourself afterwards. And after how hectic you’ve seemed before, he assumed you must’ve prepared it in a hurry in-between finishing work and coming here. Dedicated. Not necessary, definitely, but appreciated nonetheless.

“Thank you,” he said and he couldn’t help but think how that smile you threw him softened your face in a different manner than the expressions he’s caught on you before.

He still did not know what you were apologizing for.

“Brother Mydei, can we keep going?”

“Ready your weapons and practice the motions I taught you. I will test your efforts shortly,” he replied with the same commanding tone he used on them before and he listened - amused - how the kids replied with “yes, Lord Mydei” before running back to pick up their swords again.

It left you and him alone. Somewhat.

But it gave him all the time and opportunity he needed to ask a question.

“Why are you doing all of this for them?” He didn’t need to specify that he was talking about the kids. Dedicating her free time to them, rushing yourself to bring them - and him now apparently - freshly cut fruits…

Your eyes widened for a moment. Surprise written all over your features for the duration of a heartbreak until your expression softened again, though there was no smile.

“Most of them got no one else. And the ones that do are still grateful for friends,” you said and looked past him towards the kids where they were giggling and laughing behind him.

“Is it your responsibility?” he asked.

“Is it yours?” you countered nodding towards the training ground where the kids practiced their sword moves again, though the small smile on your face and the gentle curve of your brows showed you didn’t take any offense to it.

You were right nonetheless.

Still…

“I’m sorry, that was rude of me. It doesn’t concern me.”

“It’s fine. I suppose I know what it’s like to not have anyone look out for you or make sure you’re happy. I can’t stay away when I know I can change something.”

Noble. Impressive. But an impossible task to ever fulfill. For every happy kid there will be another, alone, hurt, suffering. The rock will roll down again no matter how high you push it up the mountain.

There was more you wanted to say but as your voice drifted off you kept the words inside. And he didn’t push it.

He looked at the bottle still in his hands.

And took another gulp of it.

———————

Usually people avoided their workplace on their days off. But when it was the place with the best fruits and vegetables it was difficult to do so. You figured it would be a much less pleasant errand if you didn’t enjoy your work so much.

Demetria has always been so kind to you.

She started asking questions one day, polite and curious, after she witnessed you at the store with a small group of kids, buying fruits for them. Eventually, she offered you this job at the store and it’s been so much more fulfilling than being a cleaner at the baths.

Work was work, but the crowds of people at the bath was uncomfortable at best and frightening at worst.

You still waited in line at the store when the calls of your name made you jump with how sudden they appeared behind you.

The group of children you usually hung out with at Kephale Plaza ran up with wide eyes as if something had scared them. No smiles, no giggling, no joyful look on their faces. Your stomach dropped.

People on the streets looked at the kids, how upset and anxious they were but paid them little mind when they saw you gathering around you - an adult.

You stepped aside, out of the line to deal with whatever happened.

And something did happen.

“Calm down, everyone,” you said as they all started talking and blabbering at once, “what’s wrong?”

“Linos is gone!” a girl exclaimed, her cheeks flushed from how nervous she was.

“What do you mean ‘gone’?” you asked, though the way your stomach churned at the thought, you didn’t expect the answer to be the boy getting lost in Okhema’s streets. These kids basically lived on these streets, they knew them better than you did.

“He… He left town!” another boy replied. “He said he’s gonna fight the Black Tide an-and become a hero!” The boy stuttered with how upset and worried he was.

You stared at him with wide eyes and felt your heart drop. You knew Linos. The young boy with the brown curls and blue eyes always roamed the streets with a wooden sword in his hands, proclaiming loudly and with enviable enthusiasm that he would help Lord Phainon deliver Amphoreus from the Black Tide eventually.

Antics you usually encouraged and found amusing, they made the boy happy. Even more so when he catches a glimpse - or even better, the attention - of his idol.

But this… Kids overestimated themselves, naturally and not their fault, but the children knew how dangerous it was outside of the city. No one else ever ventured off on their own.

You swallowed. Something needed to be done. You needed to find him. Fast. You looked at the kids.

“I’m gonna look for him. Maybe I can find him before he goes too far away. Listen, you have to find the guards and tell them about it too, okay? Can you do that?”

A choir of “yes” and “of course” answered you and you nodded before turning around. You trusted them, you had to. Going to the guards yourself now would only waste valuable time. At this moment, you still had a reasonable chance to find the kid before he entered the truly dangerous areas outside of Okhema.

As you rushed down the street leading out of the city your heart pounded in your chest and not only because of all the running you’ve already done.

You couldn’t fight.

You didn’t have a weapon, knew even less how to use one. As you grew up, no one deemed it necessary for you to learn how to fight, their plans for you have always been different, and now as an adult you never pursued it either.

The regret gnawed at you now.

Didn’t matter. You had to find the boy. Maybe you got lucky or maybe the guards were already close on your heels.

The ruins of the outskirts of Okhema looked like a village that has been lost to time for centuries. Crumbled stone, broken structures, and remnants of once magnificent architecture stretched over the hilly area in front of you, while the faint smell of rust and ashes lingered in the air around you.

Kephale remained visible in the sky but his light didn’t reach here anymore. The rays of light kissed the ground on the edge of the ruins but made it seem as if it was too scared to press forwards.

You disdained the dark so much. It only brought images - memories - with it that you wished you could seal away for good. Darkness crawling towards you from the distance like a wave, shadows emerging from it, you locked in place, unable to free yourself, that nameless soldier with his ragged breath breaking your chains…

Goosebumps appeared on your skin as you shook your head. Not now. You had to find the boy.

You made your way through the ruins, climbing over the remnants of pillars and statues until a cry made you pause dead in your tracks. You looked around frantically, eyes shifting over the area until you caught the movements of a Titankin in the distance.

Rational thought left your mind. Despite the cold shiver running down your spine and the sinking feeling in your stomach you ran.

You shouldn’t. You had no weapon, no skills, but that cry has been that of a child and there was no way there was more than one kid around here. And even if there was, you couldn’t possibly ignore it.

And the maddened Titankin has already found the kid too.

You rushed around a corner and paused when you realized just how close the Titankin now was. It walked to the side, its powerful steps echoed off the ruins around you as it dragged its stone body towards its destination. And for a moment you found yourself frozen in place, your chest heaving from your ragged breathing - from anxiety or physical strain, you couldn’t tell anymore.

But then a whimper broke through the sounds of the Titankin’s heavy steps and the numbness in your mind.

Your head whipped around and your eyes widened.

The familiar head of brown curls stood out among the ruins of white and grey-colored structures like a Dromas in a crowd of people.

The little boy cowered in front of the remains of a wall, his sobbing and whimpers echoing off the stone around him and yet, alerting the Titankin to his presence.

Your gaze shifted between the boy and the Titankin. It kept stepping closer, its greatsword in hands, ready to…

You didn’t waste another second. With your heart racing and your mind wiped blank you rushed towards the boy. He looked up at you out with a tear-stricken expression as you crouched down next to him, and the realization you were here - someone who tried to help - barely settled in those big, wide eyes.

The approaching danger didn’t let you even utter a single word to Linos.

A whirl of wind and the sound of moving stone and you caught in the corners of your eyes how the Titankin raised its weapon. Nothing you could do. Nothing. You couldn’t pull away, couldn’t dodge with the wall in your back and the terrifying range of this giant sword.

The despair never managed to settle into your heart, just resignation, but you couldn’t possibly have left the boy here when the Titankin approached just to save your own skin. You pulled the kid into your arms, tried to shield him from the attack - despite knowing how utterly futile it would be - and squeezed your eyes shut.

The sound of stone breaking reached your ears and a gust of wind brushed over your body and yet, the pain never came.

Instead, a flash of bright colors crossed your visions and blood-red crystals wafted through the air when you dared to open your eyes again, before the maddened Titankin crumbled to dust.

Guards flooded the ruins but your eyes were focused on the Chrysos Heir in front of you.

You looked up at him, at the way he stood in front of you and the boy like a wall - a shield - and images flashed through your mind.

For a moment you were back on that island, darkness creeping in, the Black Tide swallowing anything in its path and the Chrysos Heir fighting back every enemy emerging from the shadows until you were safe.

He didn’t remember. It’s been so long but in that instance, it felt like you were back in that exact time and place.

And still, despite the relief and gratitude, your heart twisted painfully at the realization that you had to be saved. Again.

You have been just as helpless and defenseless as the little boy, just as much dependent on the strength of others as children were.

It hurt. And made you feel so pathetic.

You didn’t want to be a burden to anyone, didn’t want others to risk their lives saving you. Not again.

But then… What could you do?

Your eyes fell onto the remains of the red crystals on the ground, some crumbled into dust just like that Titankin, some still retained their shape. You had no idea what they were. Lord Mydei’s weapon of some sort but still…

You picked one up from the ground. The small crystal felt warm in your palm though it cooled quickly.

You put the crystal into the folds of the fabric around your waist keeping your dress in place.

Why you took it with you, you weren’t sure. Because of its ties to Lord Mydei? As a reminder that he came to your rescue a second time in your life? Or a reminder that you were incapable of protecting yourself?

An answer evaded you.

You followed the guards back into the city, the little boy’s sobbing mingled with the sounds of stone crumbling behind you where the Chrysos Heir eliminated the maddened Titankin in the area.

You grabbed and squeezed the boy’s hand when he began to tremble from the tears that refused to stop.

———————

Putting a hole into the crystal without shattering it proved to be more difficult than you had anticipated. You pretty much scratched a hole into it with a sewing needle and while it took forever and unfortunately, cracked a little around the hole, it worked. Pulling a band through it, you wore it around your neck like a charm, hiding the crystal beneath your dress.

You still couldn’t tell what it was. It looked pretty, but given where and when they appeared - out of thin air too apparently - you doubted the cause of them was equally as pretty.

And as you walked through the streets of Okhema a few days later - and of rest as Demetria has told you to stay home for a while to relax, even if it made you feel even worse about how helpless you truly were - a fire burned in your eyes that hasn’t been found within you for a very long time.

You found Lord Mydei near Marmoreal Palace by the foot of the stairs, though you didn’t approach him until the people that were with him left and he was about to leave himself.

A deep breath and you walked up to him. He did wait as he noticed you and you were grateful for it. It led you to believe that what you were about to do had some foundation to work off of.

“Lord Mydei,” you greeted him. He nodded in response.

“How have you been faring?” he asked and the question took you by surprise. Your eyes widened for a moment. “I take it you haven’t been injured during that incident a few days ago?”

You shook your head, though his concern stirred something within you. Something that was equally touched as bruised because it just drove home once more how dependent you were on others.

Didn’t matter. It was the reason you came here.

To remedy this. Finally.

“I’ve been fine, thank you,” you said genuinely and with a smile on your face. He seemed content with that answer and the little upwards tug of his lips made your heart flutter in your chest.

If you’ve learned one thing about him after seeing him with the kids multiple times it was that he was so much more approachable than most people - than you - thought.

“Something you need?” he asked and you looked into his eyes, burning and glowing like a fire - no, like the sun at dawn. Beautiful.

You nodded, looked at the ground for a moment before catching his eyes once more.

“Please teach me how to fight.”

#hsr #honkai star rail #mydei #mydei x reader #mydei x you #my fic

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Gotta wish you good luck

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, mdni!, smut, blowjob, a bit of degrading talk, Bucky in control

Word count: tba as always smh

Authors note: It's really unhealthy how I'm thirsting over this man. I'm gonna add my taglist later because I'm a lazy bitch that needs to go now. This is not at all proofread, and was written in a haste so please ignore any logic gaps or repeats. Love you!

As always, enjoy.

Bucky spent a considerable amount of time in the shower, washing the tomato mess away and allowing the water to roll down his broad shoulders. When eating - or trying to eat dinner with you - he accidentally spilled half his burrito over himself. He really shouldn't have tried to read and eat at the same time.

He was aware of how bad the tomato stain on the shirt was, knowing how much he had annoyed you with it because you'd just steamed it, but his mind had been elsewhere. He was trying his best to balance his normal life with the role of a congressman, and yet it seemed to be a challenge each single day.

Meanwhile, you pulled a clean shirt on a hanger out of the closet, deciding that it'd have to do. You quickly placed it on the bed and put up the ironing board, placing the shirt down on it. You let the iron heat up, fingers drumming impatiently on the board. Fourty minutes until he'd have to be at that damn press conference. It had been a miracle he even made it home to eat with you.

Bucky stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He stood before the mirror, brushing his teeth as he eyed himself. He'd finally decided to grow out his hair - and it looked good. He rinsed out his mouth and spit, grabbing another towel and drying the droplets off his skin as he stepped into the bedroom, spotting the shirt on the ironing board.

You were slowly working the iron over it, making sure there wasn't a single wrinkle left. He had to look good for this. Not that he didn't already, but you get the gist.

He watched, admiring how dedicated you were. "What would I ever do without you?" he mumbled as he dried his hair off, walking over to you after, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You're amazing." he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear, his hands holding on to your waist.

"I know." you gave back, concentrated on ironing the shirt, even if there were no wrinkles left. But you knew he would have eventually managed on his own. He always did somehow.

After a moment, he gently removed the iron from your hands, turning it off and placing it aside. He didn't know how long he could wait, needing to leave for the press conference soon. But he knew he wanted to hold you, to touch you first. No matter how.

"I'll be gone for a while." he murmured, his lips grazing the skin of your neck. He spun you around in his arms, the look in his eyes almost begging.

You cocked a brow. "It'll be only for a few hours, Bucky." you said.

He didn't mean it would take him long to take care of the press conference, but the way he felt for you, it would take hours to satisfy and ease his longing for you. "I know. Just a few hours..." he whispered, his lips grazing yours, feeling the warmth of your lips even though he wasn't really kissing them. He loved you so entirely, he still wasn't sure what to do with that feeling, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to stop himself from devouring your mouth.

You patted his naked chest. "You'll survive, Bucky." you told him quietly. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, you decided that a quick innuendo wouldn't hurt, though. "You know what." you mumbled, moving him a step back before dropping onto your knees. "Gotta wish you good luck."

As you backed him up, a smirk played on his face. He had no idea what you were doing at first - only when you slowly sunk down onto your knees did he realize. With one hand gently cradling your cheek, he used the other to undo his towel, it slowly dropping down onto the ground. His eyes dark and full of lust as he watched you. "Doll, if only I had more time for you..." he whispered, biting his bottom lip as his eyes searched yours, one of his hands running through your hair.

"I'll be quick." you told him, smirking.

"You like to play with fire, doll." he retorted, eyes burning with anticipation as he rested his fingers at the back of your head. He wanted you badly, feeling himself harden just from watching you on your knees and knowing what you wanted to do to him.

You hummed, pressing a kiss to his rapidly hardening erection. "Maybe."

He groaned, his cock twitching in response to your warmth, his fingers running through your hair. "Doll, you're gonna be the end of me." he mumbled, biting his bottom lip. "How am I supposed to concentrate during the press conference?"

Wrapping your hand around him, you cocked a brow. "And here I thought it'd help you concentrate." you mused.

His hips jerked forward instinctively, his hardened cock pressing into your hand as his eyes darkened. "Only for about five minutes, then I'll be unable to think about anything but being inside of you." he grunted, knowing he had to leave shortly but couldn't stop himself from wanting you now. "Is this your form of payback, doll? Teasing me so you're on my mind when I'm supposed to be working?" he asked, breathing shakily as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You shrugged, tongue poking out to run a stripe up his length. "Maybe."

"Doll, you'll be the death of me... you know that, right?" he mumbled, his breath catching in his throat as he watched you, his eyes begging you to take him into your mouth. "But god, look at you on your knees." he whispered as he pulled your hair back to meet his gaze, leaning down to capture your lips with his for a hot moment, then pulling back to rest the blunt tip of his cock against your lips. He needed to be quick. Otherwise, he'd be late. "This okay?"

You hummed, kissing the tip before parting your lips to take him into your mouth.

He groaned, his eyes darkening as he looked down at you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he watched you. "Jesus... you're so beautiful like this." he whispered, pulling your hair back once more to look at your mouth, watching you take him in. "Do you have any idea how much I want you, doll? How much I want to just bend you over the edge of this bed and make you scream all night? But I can't - have a damn press conference in-" he checked his watch. "Twenty minutes, god damn it."

You chuckled in response, taking him deeper, letting your tongue swirl around him.

Bucky groaned, his hips thrusting into your mouth in a need to feel you just a little bit more. "Doll..." he groaned, wanting so badly to just throw you onto the bed and take you, thrusting himself into you, knowing that if he did, he wouldn't stop and his mind would probably go blank - forgetting all about the press conference. "How the hell am I supposed to concentrate when all I'll be seeing is you doing this?" he mumbled, looking down at you. "You're gonna be the death of me if you keep this up. But god, don't stop."

You hummed, sending vibrations up his shaft as you bobbed your head rhythmically, leaving him the option to take control if he wanted to.

His hips pushed gently into your mouth as he looked at you, his mouth agape as the feeling of your hot mouth around him sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. "God damn, doll. You'd better stop now if you don't want me to fill your mouth and then make you take me until your lips are raw and you're unable to speak." He was fighting with himself to keep it together, his breathing heavy and slow as he watched you.

"Do you want that, doll? Do you want me to make you mine before I leave for the press conference, fill that pretty mouth of yours until it's dripping?"

You moaned around him, unable to nod but hoping it'd be enough to convey the message. There was always a point where his mouth began to lose its filter. You glanced up at him through your lashes, sucking him off. You loved it when he lost control over himself.

"Jesus, doll." he mumbled, looking down at you as you looked up at him, the sight making him moan. "Doll, I wanna fill your mouth so bad... but this is supposed to help me feel better, not distract me." he mumbled, knowing how much he'd want to bend you over the edge of the bed and make you scream. But he wouldn't have enough time.

So, he wanted to feel just a little bit of relief before having to go to the press conference. "Is this okay? Can I... take charge, a little bit?" he asked, wanting your consent before anything.

You hummed happily, more than okay with it.

He gripped your hair once more, pulling it back to meet his eyes as he stood back up straight. "Let me know if it's too much, okay?" he whispered, knowing he was a lot to take, both his length and his need to just feel you. "You look so pretty like this, down on your knees, my cock in your mouth. I wish you could see yourself, doll." he mumbled, biting his bottom lip, his eyes filled with lust. "Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you senseless?"

You moaned in response to his filthy words, eyes fluttering shut. He could fuck you when he came back. You knew he would.

He pulled his tip from your lips, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he bit his bottom lip. "I wish I could just stay here and wreck you..." he whispered, wanting so badly to let go and just take you as he needed. "You're so wet for me right now, aren't you, doll?" he asked, groaning, knowing himself that he was achingly hard and close. All because of you. "Would you let me?" he asked, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down as he asked the question.

"Yes." you breathed out, indeed very much turned on as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

He grunted, looking down at your mouth as he ran his thumb across your bottom lip. "God, you're so beautiful, doll." he mumbled as he looked down at you, his eyes burning with his need for you. "Let me know if it's too much, okay?" he said again as he tightened his grip on your hair, pulling it back as he slowly started to sheath himself back into your mouth. "You're so amazing like this, doll. You have no idea how much I want to bend you over this bed and just bury my cock in your pretty little pussy right now. Just so I can think clear at this damn press conference."

You moaned around him, letting him use you. It turned you on even more, but the thought of having him wreck you when he came home from the press conference made it even better.

"God, you have no idea how I want to just use you, doll. I just want to take all of you, again and again, until you can't even stand anymore. Until I'm all you can feel, and you are so sensitive to my touch that I can just look at you, and your body trembles because this is what you need. You're just my little needy doll. But I can't do that now. Instead, you're gonna make me feel so god damn good before I head out to the press conference... And then I'm going to take you the moment I get home, okay? Make you feel me inside you. Just like you deserve. You'll be a good girl for me? For me to use, for me to wreck?" he mumbled as he looked down at you, his words almost as if he was making a promise to both of you, wanting so desperately for you to say yes as his hips thrust into your mouth repeatedly. He was lost in the feel of you, his mouth doing what it wanted.

You hummed and moaned, eyes fluttering closed at his words. God, yes. A thousand times, yes.

Bucky groaned, his hips thrusting into your mouth roughly. "Look at you, doll... so eager to please, so eager to just serve me, that you let me just use you like this. You're amazing. You're perfect. You're all I could ever want. And god do I just want to fill your mouth right now, then bend you over the bed. You would let me, wouldn't you, doll? You'd take me however I want you, and you'd love every second of it?"

Your nails dug into his thighs as you moaned and whimpered, helplessly trying to swirl your tongue around him. Fuck yes. Of course, you would. Always.

"God, doll. You're a complete mess, you look so beautiful, your lips swollen, your eyes watering, that perfect mouth so full of my cock that you can't even speak. It makes me wanna fill every hole you have, just until I can't bear to use you anymore. You'd like that, right, doll? I'll just use you until you can't take it anymore. Until you're a beautiful wrecked mess. You're my good little doll, yes, you are." He was breathing heavy as he looked down at you, all sense for modesty lost as word after word tumbled out of his mouth. "You're gonna make me fill your mouth, aren't you, doll? You'd like that? You'll be so good for me and swallow every last drop, doll?"

Unable to nod, you moaned in response. Please.

"You're gonna take it all, just for me, right, doll?" he continued, grunting, looking down at you, wanting to make eye contact as he saw how much he was stretching your mouth. It was obscene. "You're gonna be my good little doll, aren't you? You feel so good, doll." he whispered as he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, his hips snapping forward. "Doll..." he groaned. "Look at you, just taking my cock so well. You like that doll? Being used like this?"

You moaned again, one hand moving to fondle his balls. You'd let him suffocate you with his cock if he'd have more time.

"Mmn... you're so eager, I know you can't even wait till I get back from the damn press conference. You're just that needy, huh?" He groaned as he watched you take him like this, wanting to grab onto your throat just to feel himself there. His cock twitched at the thought. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd let me just do whatever I want until you can't even speak anymore, I bet you would, wouldn't you, doll?" he mumbled, running his thumb across your lip as his other hand kept your head in place. "This feels so damn good, I'm gonna have to think about it for the next time."

He was lost in the throes of his pleasure, electricity zipping up his spine. He loved you with every fiber of his being, and seeing you like this, so pliant and willing made him love you even more.

"You're a hungry little thing, aren't you? Just wanting to please me, to feel me, to choke on my cock. You're such a desperate girl, aren't you? I can tell by that look in your eyes that you just want to be good for me. You'll be so good for me, won't you, baby doll?" he mumbled, feeling how close he was. "Just stay still for me, okay, doll? Just let me take what I want. That's all I need you to do right now. Such a good little doll."

He groaned. "Look at you, taking me so well. You always look so perfect just like this, stuffed full of my cock. I wish I could stay here and just... but I can't. But god, you look so beautiful, your mouth so full of me, knowing that you'll be thinking about me the whole time I'm working, knowing you'll be just as desperate when I get home." He grunted as he looked at you. "I'm getting close, doll. God, if only I could stay here all day... I'd take you, in every way I could think about. I'd die the happiest man alive"

A deep growl rumbled in his throat. "Are you ready, doll? Gonna finish." He was close, cock twitching in the tight captivity of your mouth. "Look at you, so full of me. You're gonna take it all, aren't you?" he whispered as his fingers twisted in your hair, pulling it back roughly. "God, I'm so close, I'm gonna fill your mouth... Then I'll have you again when I get home."

You moaned and whimpered, greedy for his cum, wanting him to finish as your head spun with desire. Back then you never would have thought he'd be like this in bed. But god, if you didn't love it.

His eyes darkened at the sounds you made, his eyes on yours as he looked down at you. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me? Are you gonna take me all the way deep in your throat? All the way to my balls? I wanna see you gag. You'd like that, right, doll? And I'm gonna fill you nice and full because you're my good girl, aren't you?" He grunted, looking down at your mouth. "You're mine. You're my little doll to play with. God... I'm close, doll. I'm gonna give you that reward to keep you satisfied til I get back. I needa finish, god doll, let me finish."

Moaning once more, you tried to tell him yes, please. Because you wanted it. You needed it, so fucking much.

His eyes darkened as he watched you, pulling your hair back. "You're so pretty like, just... I don't even have words. You should always be on your knees for me. Or I should always have you on all fours, like a good little doll." He groaned, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. "You're gonna take it all, okay? I wanna feel your throat, your mouth, your tongue, Doll. Please, you're making me-" He groaned again, his hips jerking into your mouth erratically. "Fuck, I'm coming!"

You gagged around him as he pushed himself even deeper, pulsing inside your throat as he released himself with a deep grunt. You tried to swallow around him, throat constricting around his invading length as you fought for air. He stayed there for a moment, hot ropes of cum sliding down your throat.

"God, doll, you're such a mess. Just like I wanna have you." he mumbled as he looked at you, slowly pulling out. "Let me see." he mumbled between breaths as you tried to catch your own. "Show me how full your mouth is, doll." he said, running his thumb across your cheek. "Be a good girl."

You opened your mouth for him, some of his cum still on your tongue.

Bucky groaned, watching as you opened your mouth, seeing his cum on your tongue. "That's it, doll. You're a good girl, taking it like this. And you're gonna be a good doll and be a mess for me all day, won't you? You're gonna have me running through your mind while I'm gone, then be all ready for me when I get home, right?" he said as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You closed your mouth again, swallowing as you nodded obediently.

He groaned, watching you swallow him. "That's my little doll... just like that." he whispered, loving how beautiful you looked like this. "You're gonna be thinking about this moment all day, while you're alone in this apartment." he murmured as he looked down at you. He wished he could just stay home with you like this all day. "You're gonna be touching yourself, thinking about me inside you." his fingers still ran through your hair. "But when I get home, I won't be gentle, baby." His words were a husky promise.

You hummed, smiling, more than content with it. "C'mon, Bucky." you then mumbled. "I'd hate for you to be late because of me."

He sighed, knowing you were right, but wanted so badly to just stay there with you. "Later, doll. You have no idea how much I want you right now, but yeah. Later, baby, I promise."

"Okay." you gave back, sending him a reassuring smile. "You've got this, Bucky."

He glanced at his watch, groaning. "I'm really gonna be late if I don't go now." he said. "I'll be back in a few hours, I promise." He walked over to the door, grabbing the jacket on the coat rack. He turned to glance over his shoulder at you - he wanted you, that was certain. But there were responsibilities he needed to attend to.

"I'll be waiting for you." you told him, still on your knees. "Now go."

He sighed, "I'll be counting the minutes." he grumbled, sending you a half smile before leaving the apartment. Bucky was a man of a few words, but if he had one wish... It was for time to stop in that exact moment so he could continue to enjoy you. But he knew. He knew there were important matters he needed to take care of. Work first, then comes the fun.

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My New Bodyguard Watches Me Sleep!

Synopsis: After an incident with a stalker, you decide to hire someone to stand guard while you sleep. Sylus is willing and able.

Tags: bodyguard, domestic, sfw

(A/n: I just wanted to write something a little domestic today. I also would like to fashion my titles like those manga/manhwas with long titles. Also i would like to accept requests for what to write. I think it would be fun, though I'm very new to writing here.)

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You had already explained your situation to the head dispatcher before, but you went over it again during the meeting. "I understand the hours are an inconvenience, but I'm willing to pay a higher rate if-"

"Miss. Please don't worry. The rate is already at a set price. And besides, the hours suit Sylus well."

"They... do?"

Sylus had been sitting there silently the whole time, his eyes focused on you as you explained your situation. It was a little intimidating to have such a man fix his gaze on you. "Yes," he said. His eyes were piercing and unrelenting, like a hawk. "I prefer nights."

Maybe it was even the way he dressed, in a black button down shirt and pants, with shoulders so broad and muscles so thick that they subtly filled out the sleeves of his shirt even at rest. You were sure he would be good at warding off not only people, but even the ghosts of your old apartment building. But could you really allow this man into your home?

The supervisor pulled out a set of contracts. "Good. We're all in agreement then!"

•••

Sylus arrived shortly after dinner for his first shift. He was dressed in the same clothes as when you met him, all black from his dress shirt to his pants to the shoes he slipped off when he entered your home.

He held up a plastic bag, the contents making a clinking noise as he brought it to your attention. "Before you sleep, drink this."

You accepted the bag and opened it to see a few glass bottles inside. "Milk?" You frowned. "I'm not a child."

"I'll heat it up if you want to shower."

"N-no, I showered already." Who said anything about showering? It was a little disarming for you to be treated so casually by someone you just met.

You both stood at the doorway a bit awkwardly before you moved first out of sheer embarrassment. "I'll ...warm it up then."

Sylus looked around your apartment while you busied yourself in the kitchen. You could see him from where you were and he made no effort to conceal what he was doing.

"Do you keep your curtains closed at night?"

"Yes, I feel a little... safer... that way."

He nodded and pulled at the glass door to your balcony, the door offering resistance since you kept it locked at all times. "Has your stalker been through here before?"

You looked up to see Sylus' gaze on you, just the same as when you first met him. Steady, unrelenting. "He... he's come in twice. Once through there and then... I think it was the front door that he..."

"I only ask to be sure of where-"

"I know, it's fine," you reassured him. "I don't know. I was asleep when he came in."

Sylus didn't ask anything after that.

After you drank the milk, you settled into bed while he sat on a seat nearby. You didn't thank him for it, and he didn't make any indication that you should have.

"What if you get tired?"

"I won't."

The silence of the night slowly overtook the conversation as you got comfortable in bed. That being said, it was still your first night with him. There weren't many ways you could get customer reviews about his capabilities since a night guard wasn't easy to come by. Could anyone really blame you for doubting-

"Do you not trust me?"

You didn't know how to respond.

"I wanted to ask it before."

"It's just... my first time sleeping while someone watches over me..."

"Shall I look away then?" After you had hesitated too long in your answer, Sylus moved on his own, his chair moved slightly so that he was naturally at an angle to you. He could still see you in his peripheral, but at least you could catch a break from that glare of his. "Better?"

"Mm."

"Then sleep."

You closed your eyes. Eventually though, you couldn't help but shift in your bed. First, rolling over to your side, then to the other, then onto your back again. Sylus hadn't said anything, but you knew he was watching you all the same.

"Do you not have a girlfriend?"

He smiled a little at the question. "Are you hoping my answer will bore you to sleep?" You opened your eyes and turned towards him, now expecting an answer. "Then, no."

"I figured."

"Why, because I work night shifts?"

You laid back down. "Your personality."

He let out a huff, clearly amused by the answer. "I could say the same about you." You couldn't hide your smile even in the dark.

You sat back up. "I-"

"Sleep," he said. "Or else my being here is for nothing."

"You can't expect someone to sleep easily when someone else is sitting awake beside me."

Sylus sighed. "Lie down." Disappointed by his bland response, you followed his instruction. "If you want to talk, stay still and keep your eyes closed."

"I don't get it."

"If you stay still for fifteen minutes, you'll fall asleep."

"How did you learn that?"

He sighed. "Just do it."

There was a short silence again as you tried to keep still under your covers. "Tell me a story, then."

"I thought you weren't a child."

You took a deep breath and let it out dramatically, trying to get yourself to relax a bit more. "I feel sad for your future girlfriend." He didn't ask why before you started to explain yourself. "What good is a boyfriend if they won't indulge you?"

"And what good is a girlfriend that lets another man into her bedroom to watch her while she sleeps?"

You laughed. "I don't have a boyfriend."

"Keep your eyes closed."

"They are."

"Why don't you have a boyfriend?" You thought about it for a minute, but you couldn't really come up with an answer. He took the liberty. "Your personality, maybe."

He braced himself for the pillow you threw at him. Even with your eyes closed, you could still guess where he was sitting. "Maybe when my stalker goes away..."

You had to admit that he knew a thing or two about falling asleep. You were starting to slow down, your body feeling as if it were sinking into your bed. You were trying very hard to be good and let yourself fall into unconsciousness, but for the moment you could still speak.

"Sylus..."

"Mm."

"...Sure you won't fall asleep?"

"I won't."

"....Promise?..."

"Yes, I promise."

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(A/n: It would be interesting to have a dead dove version where Sylus was her stalker all along, but I don't feel called to write it . If someone else wants to write that, I would love to read it so please tag me if so ... )

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Pretty

Choso x Reader

NSFW fem!hot!reader // choso

warnings; dry humping, choso is bad at feelings, slightly clueless choso, dub-con? (everything is consensual, but choso doesn't completely understand everything), reader is hot, kinda long, premature ejaculation.

Note; posted this on my main, but I'm pretty sure it's shadowbanned so I'm reposting it here lol. If you like my writing, you can read more here!

Enjoy~

It surprised you that you were not part of the incident in Shibuya, seeing as you were a special grade sorcerer, you'd have assumed they'd want to tag you along somehow.

They did not, and you ended up being one of the last to learn about Gojo's imprisonment. It came as a surprise, and a part of you almost started to worry about what was going on in Tokyo, so naturally you found yourself offering to help out, even going as far as to move back to help with Jujutsu high.

What you didn't expect, is for the higher ups to dump an ex-curse user on you with no explanation besides 'make sure he doesn't relapse or something'.

It baffled you how unprepared they were, but you weren't one to complain. Not when your new half-human half-curse roommate was so... cute?

When you were told to keep an eye on him, you weren't expecting this to be what you'd be dealing with. You'd expected some super scary, weird curse thing, but Choso was surprisingly chill.

Socially inept, sure, he definitely wasn't used to living in human society, and definitely the quiet type, but he was easy to get along with and for the most part followed along with what you did.

If anything he seemed lost. You didn't really question why he split from his curse friends, but it was pretty obvious that whatever it was must've been intense enough that he's willing to go along with all of this.

You chose not to dwell on it too much, instead shrugging at the fact you now have an indefinite companion and moving on to live life as you normally would. The higher ups didn't really inform you what they wanted you to do with him, and seeing as you had no new missions assigned to you, you found yourself left with quite a large amount of free time.

Which you chose to spend getting acquired with Tokyo once again, having been away for a while, you had somewhat forgotten how it was. How did you choose to do this? Shopping, bar hopping, markets, social events, that kinda thing.

Basically all the things you used to do back when you used to live there.

And who was your designated victim of these adventures? Your new friend of course!

You found it endlessly entertaining to drag him around and introduce him to things he's never experienced before, which he (surprisingly) seemed to find tolerable.

He never really argued with you. Want to go shopping? Ok. Let's go hit the club? Alright.

In a way, he almost found himself enjoying doing those things with you. It was certainly better than being completely alone, though there were still things he didn't understand.

Why did you need new things so often? The old ones hadn't broken, and the new black dress you got looks awfully similar to the one you wore last week. Why do you need new shoes? He could've sworn he's seen those exact heels in your apartment.

Clubs confuse him even more. Why would you want to surround yourself with drunk people and loud music? He can't even hear what you're saying, but it feels nice when you lean against him like that so he doesn't mind, and you look so good in your black dress, whichever one it is (he can't tell the difference), that he feels his cheeks heat up.

It's an unfamiliar sensation, but he brushes it off as nervousness (is that what it's called?) of being in an unfamiliar environment.

He doesn't really understand why everyone in the club is eyeing him like that, majority of the men at the club giving him weird looks, which he wants to ask you about the meaning of, but he's not sure how, simply ignoring it as he watches you effortlessly down another shot.

He tried one last time, it tasted gross and felt weird in his throat, leading him to question how you were drinking them without even making a face. Are all humans like this?

He doesn't really care enough to investigate, not minding just sitting as you have your fun, trying desperately to not appear rude as you try and tell him something that he literally can't even hear because of the music blasting in the background.

You do look really nice though, and he finds himself staring at you pretty often. Not just at clubs but in general, which you catch most of the time but don't bring attention to, finding it cute.

He doesn't even notice he does this, or understand why he shouldn't do it anyway. You're pretty, why shouldn't he look?

When you finally get a mission assigned, he tags along as your partner. There is another group on your mission, two of the guys give him strange looks (similar to the ones he got at the bar), and he tries to search for any form of explanation inside his mind, once again contemplating whether to ask you for an answer. You were good with people, he was sure you'd know.

He was about to ask but you seemed so involved in your discussion with one of the girls, that he decided against it, awkwardly hovering by your side waiting for you to finish, wondering why your laugh makes him feel all weird inside.

Once the mission was over, he wasn't surprised that you dragged him along with you to celebrate with your sorcerer friends.

The gathering itself went pretty normal, but a few things caught his attention. You got complimented a lot, which he hadn't really noticed before, both on your skills and your looks. His expression must've looked strange enough for one of the girls to chime in and say "what, don't tell me you weren't aware that you're partnered with like- the hottest female special grade sorcerer to date!" which earns her a laugh and a small nudge from you.

Choso spends the rest of the night thinking about that.

He'd never really thought of it that way, but now that it was mentioned to him, he couldn't help but agree that you were hot. And that was strange.

He was never really one to ogle women, having never felt the need to before, but now he found his gaze wandering more often. It's not even that anythings changed in his behaviour, he just started noticing it more.

It felt weird.

He didn't like the feeling.

It felt wrong noticing these things. The way dresses hug your waist, and shorts show off your ass, and the way the tank tops you wear around the apartment make your boobs look really good. He feels almost ashamed when he notices, but a part of him doesn't want to look away, urging him to admire you as he feels strange sensations pooling inside him.

He finds himself thinking about you a lot, whether you're around or not. Sometimes he'd think of you at night, not understanding why he felt all hot inside and sleep seemed to escape him on those nights.

As you got closer, he'd find that he liked being around you in general. Enjoying the tingly feeling he got whenever you leaned against him while watching movies on the couch, or the way you'd hold his wrist when guiding him through crowds in whatever route you'd deemed the 'fastest'.

Over time he started to speak more too. Not much more, he was still pretty non-talkative, but he'd talk now instead of simply nodding in reply.

You also found yourself growing to like him more. You thought he was pretty interesting to begin with, not only because of the whole half-curse thing, he just seemed pretty cool.

And he was adorable, can't forget about that.

I mean, what's better than a hot guy who's slightly clueless? It's definitely way better than the men who can't seem to keep it in their pants, wanting to slot it in at the mere sight of a pretty girl showing a bit of cleavage that's for sure.

And the thing is, he didn't even seem to realise he was hot.

Upon getting to know him, he was just as oblivious and awkward as he seemed. It was honestly so cute how he'd blush when he'd realise he was staring, and how he seemed so confused about what it was he was feeling, and how the way he felt seemed to be obvious to everyone but him.

It was clear as day that he liked you. There was no hiding it, though you'd wager he probably didn't even realise what that meant.

But you sure did.

So you'd make it a game, flirting with him constantly, getting more touchy than necessary, just to see how long it would take for him to question it. Except you knew he probably wouldn't.

Why would he? It's not like he can even put a name to what it is he's feeling. And he certainly can't tell what the stiffness in his pants is when you lean on him, hand drawing small objects on one of his thighs as your eyes are fixed on a movie.

He can feel it, he just can't name it.

Once again, he wants to ask you, but in this case it's him who stops himself from doing so. How is he supposed to ask about something like this? Wouldn't you find it weird? What even is this??

His thoughts are disrupted when you look up at him through your lashes, lips slightly glossy from the lipgloss you were wearing that day and the reflection of the light from the screen, hand still resting on his thigh as you ask if you can sit in his lap.

The request is strange to him, but he doesn't deny you, feeling a small pang of excitement when you bring it up.

When you shift into his lap, hips pressing down on his as he suppresses a gasp, back to his chest. He doesn't say anything about you blocking the screen, afterall, is the view of your back not better than a movie he doesn't even understand the plot of?

He remains silent as you make yourself comfortable in his lap, acutely aware of the way the tightness in his pants seems to intensify as you do so, the familiar feeling of heat pooling within him coming making itself present.

Almost on instinct, he spreads his legs slightly, causing your ass to press closer to the bulge in his pants, causing him to let out a small groan.

"you alright Choso? I can get off if you'd like"

Your words are said teasingly, though there is a hint of sincerity in them, you wouldn't want to make him uncomfortable afterall.

"no... it's fine. It just- feels weird"

"weird how?"

He contemplates for a second, hands resting idly on your hips as his thumbs mindlessly draw on the exposed skin above your waistband.

"it's like- all warm. hard to explain, it's just... strange. I've never felt this before" he pauses before adding, "it feels good though, you don't have to move"

You hum, shifting slightly closer to him, hearing the way he swallows behind you, the twitching in his pants not going unnoticed by you.

"are you getting worked up?"

"if that's what this is called"

His response is pretty blunt, not even trying to deny the effect you have on him as he blushes slightly, realising that you probably felt the commotion happening beneath you.

He was about to apologise before you interrupt him, leaning back against him, head resting on his shoulder.

"I can make it feel better if you want"

"please do"

His voice is soft, but it doesn't lack certainty. You honestly were expecting him to be a bit more flustered, but you weren't gonna complain about this.

You let out another hum, beginning to gently grind your hips against his hard on, relishing in the way his breathing stutters and soft noises start to make themself present.

"keep- keep doing that... it feels nice..."

You let out a small laugh, pressing a kiss to his jaw, one of your hands moving to run through his slightly messy hair, earning you a small sigh that grows into a moan as you press down on his hips harder.

"ok ok~ I'll keep going~"

You purr, grinding your ass against him through his pants, not at all surprised when you feel him throb beneath you, hands gripping your sides tighter, pressing you against him a bit harder almost instinctively chasing after this very nice new feeling you're gracing him with.

You smile when you hear him hiss, breathing getting heavier as he get's closer.

"feels really- weird-"

He huffs out, head falling to rest on your shoulder, breathing getting more erratic as the rhythmic press of your hips against his becomes more and more insistent.

"good weird?"

"yes."

You nod, pressing your lips to the side of his head as his hips shift slightly under you, breathy moans turning into louder groans as he reaches his high.

It wasn't surprising that he finished pretty fast, seeing as he's never done this before, and you ease him through it. His hands move to wrap around your waist, holding you against him as he catches his breath.

"how was it Choso? better?"

He doesn't answer straight away, but after a few short moments he nods.

"can you... do that again?"

Now that surprises you, but who are you to deny?

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