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Gotta love the energy around rw//by fans. "What do you mean?! Valid criticism is totally allowed!" and then another comes and drops ad hominems like fucking atom bombs at the most mild fucking opinions. The irony of seeing a username and IMMEDIATELY jumping to conclusions about that person's opinions and calling them media illiterate... that's the cherry on top. Actually, scratch that. The real irony is going "Ironwood's arc was one of the best in the series!" as if that contradicts the ableism, and then talking about media literacy. Ignoring the fact that the quality of his arc is subjective (I liked most of it and still think they absolutely fumbled several parts, and I'm talking before he went all Saturday morning cartoon villain), in-universe reasoning or internal consistency doesn't automatically make something not fucking bigoted. Half the time I don't think the writers even think through the implications of their workâI doubt they intended to make Qrow sound ableist for calling him the Tin Man as an insultâbut unintentional bigotry is still fucking bigotry and it doesn't matter that it's playing into the lore or allusions or whatever. (As an aside, maybe it's a hot take that I find the use of Tin Man as an insult at least a little ableist, but I feel justified in that belief considering the rest of the show's awfulness about disability.)
The whipped cream under the cherry is ignoring all the black voices that spoke about the Faunus/Adam's arc to make the most obtuse reading of both, and as a black man who's gotten shouted down whenever I bring up the many ways the writers and their biases ruined it, I'm fucking tired. Because too many of these piss-poor attempts at """"exploring"""" the "harm racist attitudes do" boil down to surface level white comfort bullshit, and rw//by is a prime example. The heroes are more preoccupied fighting the villainized minorities struggling for their rights than they are with the actual structure of racism. The so-called cautionary tale of "don't be racist or terrorism will happen!" is fucking insidious because 1) it implies that you should only care about racism when it could bite you in the ass personally, 2) the primary focus of the arc is almost always the terrorism and not the structure of racism that fucking drove them to it, and 3), my biggest issue, it pushes the blame onto the minority, for having the audacity to protest too loudly, for being hurt and reflecting the fact that you were hurt.
The harm of the so-called cautionary tale is two-fold, because while it's telling majority viewers the oh-so thought-provoking message of "don't do a racism," it's quietly reinforcing to its minority viewers that the only "good" way to protest for your rights is by playing nice, not threatening the structure, carrying yourself like a damn saint just so your abuser might treat you with a shred of humanity. I could write a damn essay on this, and how much this show and its fandom plays into white fragility, but that would require going back and rewatching for research and this show as it is doesn't deserve that level of effort. To put it simply, the Faunus arc (and yes, its handling of Adam) are both pretty damn racist because in its middle school furry fanfic-tier retelling of the Civil Rights movement, it perpetuates ideas that harm real fucking people (friendly reminder many of the sentiments the fndm shares about the White Fang "taking it too far" parrot white moderate/outright racist opinions about BLM and the Civil Rights movement :D) while convincing its viewers that "no, you totally don't need to examine racism as an institution and the ways you contribute to it. Look! Ex-heiress and totally-reformed racist Weiss threw a guy in the dumpster because the actual civil rights activist was suddenly incapable of defending herself".
This shit isn't a uniquely rw//by problem, but the difference is that I don't get 16-year-olds calling me some kind of slur or -phobe when I criticize the writing/fan opinions of the Flag Smashers or Killmonger. Imagine having a more insufferable fandom than the MCU.
#rwde#further radicalized by this fandom at an alarming speed#as someone who hated Adam since his introduction#all the way until he fuckin' died#listening to the fndm talk about him was infinitely more frustrating#grabs you by the shoulders and and shakes you#bc wHY DID THEY WRITE THE TRAUMATIZED MEMBER OF THE MINORITY GROUP INSPIRED BY THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT AS AN ANGRY ABUSIVE EX#WHY DID THEY DO THAT TO THE WHITEWASHED ALLEGORY OF A BLACK EX-CHILD SLAVE#LOOK BEYOND THE TEXT DAMN YOU
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ââ escapism. ( lhs ) đïž
àč Your parents would flip if you had a boyfriend, let alone if youâre out past curfew... but I guess you broke both of those rules tonight, didnât you ?
pair: bf!heeseung ă
gf!reader | warnings: smut, fluffy fluffy fluff, curfews (ew), small fight (nothing srs), smoochies, teasing, quickies, piv, car s.x (rainy ahehehe), slow and soft s.x | words: 1.9k
[ song inspo: himotoku kaze by ichiko aoba & fantasy by lamp ]
just smth short and sweet for heeâs birthday, ily pookie <33
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
âthere you are, took yaâ long enough !â arose the voice of your overly impatient boyfriend. heeseung had only been waiting like five minutes since your arrival, though time wasnât pressured. he was aware of how strict your parents were, but he still wanted to see you, badly. and the same went for you. âcome here.â
âshut up.â you sassed, lazily rolling your eyes before cascading his lips in yours. the moment you touched him, you knew you werenât ever going to let him go. you hated the thought of even being left alone. especially when someone like him could be beside you all day long, willingly. even as youâre kissing him, you felt hungrier, craving more of him, you were just so desperate.
âdamn, babyâ the giddy boy let out a bubbled laugh, full set of white on display, all because of you. you were euphoric. âiâm not going anywhere i promise,â he rubbed your lower back and even far down enough to cup your ass; giving it a little squeeze.
âhowâd you find this place ?â your attention drifted away to how beautiful the beach looked as the sun began to set, how the huge rocks fit the sand and the flourishing waves shimmered like a piece of jewelry.
âdonât worry about it, just focus on me !â heeseung whined, wanting all your attention solely on him while he had it in his reach.
you hadnât seen him in almost a week, which has probably been the longest you two went without seeing each other. you were always busy studying and with the way your parents would constantly be hounding over you over the smallest things, you barely had time to even relax. this was a much needed distraction for you, away from all your responsibilities and obligations that you had to fulfill. it was nice to just be able to shut off your brain and not have to think about anything else other than you and your loving boyfriend.
heeseung couldnât be more than thrilled to see you again also. but you probably already knew that considering heâd text you everyday how much he misses you. not a minute goes by where he doesnât think of youâ you just occupy his mind 24/7, living in his head rent free as though youâve casted a love spell on him. he was more than whipped for you, he was purely obsessed.
âletâs just enjoy our selves tonight? hm?â he takes your hand with his, leading you further towards the water. the view was beyond breathtaking, how the sunset casts a warm glow onto the currents below; the perfect ambiance for your little romantic getaway.
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youâre full of thoughts whenever youâre with heeseung, you compare your relationship with inanimate object, tv show characters, and even foods, the possibilities are endless. but sometimes you get a little too deep in thought, pondering other aspects of your life. like what if you didnât have such strict, controlling parents, where would you be now ? what if you didnât have so much pressure carried on you ? would things be better with you and heeseung ? youâd definitely feel more free... you only wondered why you were given the life that was set out for you.
âwhatcha thinking âbout beautiful..â he rolled over onto his side, on the beach blanket heeseung bestowed for you. he knew that you hated the feel of sand on anywhere but on your feet, but you loved the beach. he knew you were picky about certain things, and you loved that about him, how always he listened to you.
his hand immediately went to caress your stomach, very gentle with his touches, as if you were as delicate as glass. he could seriously look at you all day and never get tired, you were just that interesting and pretty. what a catch. heâd only bet a million, trillion dollars thereâs nobody quite like you in this entire world.
ânothing..â you were quick to lie, not wanting to ruin the moment with your woes and worries about your life and future. it wasnât a good time, you just wanted to enjoy the moment here and now.
now you were lying in the same position as he, staring straight into his eyes. those big, brown eyes that carried a billion stars in them. looking at him was like a song. a love song. a love song on repeat that remained the same, but would get longer and longer everytime you saw him; a neverending song.
you wanted him more than anything, right now.
ânothing ? not even me ?â he found himself laughing a lot tonight, everytime he was with you, he was happy, unexplainably happy. he hated how he had to be hidden, he hated having to blur your face out in posts, having to get you to sneak out at your age.
but he did it because he loved you, more than anything. and to be honest, it wasnât all that bad. he only hated how you gave away your independence to the people that want to keep you in their pocket, for you to never grow up. he just wanted the best for you. he knew you were better. you were strong. and you were beautiful. you were his.
âiâm already with you, why would i think about you when youâre here right now ?â your brows knit together, confused with his question. maybe, you shouldnât have said that though, considering how sensitive he can be at times.
âso you donât think about me ?! i think about you when IâM with you !â he pouted, his signature sulk coming into view.
âi miss you even when youâre here you know, i canât believe you donât even miss me righââ your own lips cut off his. whatever he was going to say sunk into the abyss, itâs not that he forgot what he was gonna say. he just would rather not waste another word. actions speak much louder than words.
you didnât want to argue. you couldnât waste this precious time over such trivial matters. those werenât important. all you wanted in this moment was to feel the heat of your boyfriendâs skin against yours, how he electrified all senses throughout your body.
you understood now, you two were the beach. you were the sand, he was the water. no matter the distance, he finds himself floating towards you. like a wave. the overwhelming feeling of love, and when he finally had you in his grasp. youâd call it a flood, maybe even a tsunami.
just as things were slowly starting to get more heated, you flinched as you felt tiny droplets of rain thatâs fallen onto your cheek. you hadnât realized it would rain tonight, not preparing at all for whatâs to come. what began as only a light drizzle, soon brewed into a steady patter, the sky darkens, turning into a muted and less inviting atmosphere than itâs once vibrant hue.
âcar ?â heeseung mumbles against your lips, not wanting to pull away even for a second. both of you were getting slightly soaked from the rain and it wasnât stopping any time soon considering the faint rumbles of thunder off in the distance.
you simply nod in response, letting him pick you up and whisk you away. seeking refuge in his vehicle from the sudden rainfall thatâs put a damper to your nightly escapades.
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âfuck.. i fucking love you, heeseungââ you were missionary, head resting against the window, feeling overwhelmed from how deep he was inside you. you felt every inch, every vein and ridge. the curve of his cock hitting your walls perfectly.
you could tear up just from the way you felt him in your tummy, splitting you open as your nails dug into his forearms, in a complete state of bliss. though you were all cramped up in the backseat of his car, windows all fogged up, and the heavy downpour of the rain hitting against the roof, your mind was set into a blank space. looking up at him with nothing but lust and admiration for your boyfriend.
his hands caressed your cheeks, staring down at your lips before he lazily takes them into his, passionately. he put every âi love youâ into it. a kiss, laced with the drug of love. and he was addicted. every stroke he entered you with was gentle and it left you with a bubbly feeling in your stomach, between your legsâ it felt as though your whole bodyâs been set ablaze.
he was so good to you, his hand rubbed against your thigh relaxing your high. there was a continuation of thrusting his all into you slowly, watching how your juices cakes up around the thickness of his shaft. how glossy he looked everytime he pulled out. he had you and yet he still craved for you. what a hassle you were.
âprettiest girl in the world. just for me.â he whispers against your skin, resting himself into the crook of your shoulder, his teeth softly nibbling at your flesh.
âall yours baby,â your neck, your back, both parts of you arching at the feel of his rotating hips. how he stuffed your tight dewy cunt with his cock and twisted in you like a perfect match. your moaning was all he needed to tell him how you felt, and he felt the same.
the sound of him made you a dripping mess, the sounds heâd make all for you, the vibration of his voice lingering on your soft, trembling skin.
âi love you more than anything, you know..?â âdo anything to be with you..â he groaned, eyes fixated on yours. his strokes were so agonizingly slow, but when he slams his cock deeper in you by surprise, you couldnât help but whimper and cry out a bit.
his breath hitched at the feel of you clenching around him, making him hiss from the tight fit. even though heâs going slower than usual he already feels him at his breaking point.
âi think itâs painfully honest.â you giggled, exhaling at the build of your climax. you were so close, and heeseung could feel it, almost nearing the edge.
âgood then. itâs how it should be.â his voice was raspy, solely focused on one thing. and that was for you to make a mess all over his cock. âshit- youâre squeezing me.â
âgreat then. thatâs how it should be.â you repeat back to him, caressing his lower back. finding the end of his shirt to keep your composure. a light chuckle escaping your loverâs pretty lips.
âgonna come for you..â
âhm ? show me. show me who youâre coming for princess.â he picked up the pace, hooking your thighs between his arms. your whole body shuddered underneath him, spasming around his cock as you felt your orgasm approaching. heâd follow shortly after, emptying every last drop of his release inside you.
âgod.. i love you.. i love you..â you were in a daze, utterly fucked out and left with nothing to say other than those three words. you truly do love him, more than anything else in this cruel, unfair world.
âi love you too mama.â he doesnât hesitate to say it back, spreading kisses along your jawline, down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of faint hickies to mark his territory, claiming you as his.
...
no, thereâs not a word that can describe your relationship with heeseung. not a word, nor a book. he was walking perfection. and you fit into him like a puzzle piece.
but you knew only of one word that could leave you at ease. you know what he was to you.
an escape.
*àŹ(à©*Ëá”Ë)à©*
#enhypen smut#heeseung smut#lee heeseung x reader#heeseung x reader#lee heeseung smut#enha smut#enhypen drabbles#enhypen scenarios#enhypen x reader
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Wrong Number | Rooster x Reader
Summary:Â Bradley was planning on a quiet night at home with a beer and a basketball game on TV. When he receives a text from a wrong number, he's left looking at a beautiful photo of you. Now he just needs to persuade you to ditch the guy you meant to text and focus on him instead.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, slight dirty talk, Bradley touching himself
Length: 4700 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written for Rocktober. Check out my masterlist for more. Banner made by @thedroneranger
Bradley had endured such a long week at work, all he wanted to do was change out of his uniform, grab a beer from his fridge and lounge around on the couch in his underwear without a responsibility in sight. Nobody should have to work until ten on a Friday night, but it had taken him that long to sort through the massive stack of paperwork from Admiral Simpson. At least now he had nothing planned for the rest of his evening.
His apartment was too hot, and the cold bottle of beer pressed to his bare thigh as he reached for the TV remote left some droplets of condensation. It felt good. He took another sip as his phone vibrated next to him. With a soft grunt, he abandoned the remote in favor of the phone and unlocked it with his pass code.
There was a new text from an unknown number. And there was a photo attached. He grimaced, afraid of what he was going to find if he tapped on it. He read the phone number twice, but it didn't sound familiar beyond the San Diego area code. He let his head tip back as he recalled the time he pissed Nat off and she gave his phone number to a random sailor in retaliation. Bradley really hoped he wasn't going to have to kindly ask someone to stop sending him dick pics like last time.Â
Before he lost the nerve, he tapped on the message, and his screen was suddenly filled with a photo of a woman who looked just a few years younger than him. And she was hot. He paused with his beer bottle halfway to his lips before letting it settle back down to his thigh.Â
Hey, Alan. It's me. So now you have my phone number, too.
Bradley didn't know who the hell Alan was, but he wasn't mad about the mix-up. This photo was something else. It almost looked like it was taken in the bathroom at the Hard Deck. The lighting was bad, and there was a paper towel dispenser in the background, but whoever you were.... damn, you were stunning. All pretty features and smiling like you had a secret.Â
It took him a moment to stop staring at the photo and return to the previous screen and your message. He was going to have to tell you that he wasn't Alan and that you had the wrong number, but he just sat there and tapped his phone case instead. He didn't even like the name Alan, but damn if he didn't want to be Alan right now. That lucky bastard had you interested in him.Â
Bradley was wondering how the mix-up happened in the first place as he drafted up a text to you. Only some sort of fucking idiot wouldn't check and double check that he gave you the right number. "Amateurs," he mumbled as he typed with a little smirk on his face.
Hey, sorry to inform you, but this actually isn't Alan. However, I wouldn't mind one bit if you kept sending me the photos that are meant for him.
He hit send and tossed his phone aside, assuming you'd just block him and move on with your night. He brought his beer bottle back to his lips and enjoyed the way the drink helped cool him down while he contemplated taking a shower, but when he reached for the remote again, his phone vibrated.Â
There was another message from the same number. Intrigued, Bradley unlocked his phone again, and he was pleased to see another text and another photo.
Hi, Not-Alan. Sorry about that! I hope you have a great night.
This photo was similar to the first one, except that you were flipping him the peace sign and winking which made Bradley laugh. You seemed fun, even through this limited interaction. And he was sure that was the ladies' bathroom at the Hard Deck, which pissed him off, because he got out of work so late he didn't feel like going out tonight. Maybe if he had been there, you wouldn't have been talking to Alan in the first place.
"Damn it." He was intrigued. He wanted to know more about this.
My night is substantially better now that I have two photos of you. So where did Alan get off to anyway? And why is he trying to steal my phone number?
This time Bradley was dying for another response. But it didn't come. He stared at his phone for a solid minute before returning to his beer and downing the rest of the bottle. Still nothing. He stood and made his way into the kitchen, tossing his empty into the recycling bin before getting another one from the fridge and eyeing up the food situation. He should probably eat something, but he swore he heard his phone vibrating. When he looked over to the couch, the screen was lit up.Â
He slammed the fridge door and opened the new bottle before heading back to his phone. There was no photo this time, but there was a new message.
I actually lost Alan in the crowd, so really, the man could be just about anywhere. And I don't think he was trying to steal your number at all, Not-Alan. He wrote it on my palm, and it smeared before I could add it to my phone.
"Okay," Bradley said out loud. "Now we're getting somewhere." He sat down on the couch with his beer on the coffee table and started a new message.Â
Alan should learn how to write neater in the future, because he's missing out here. You have to double check that someone who looks like you got the number right. Everyone knows that.
Bradley decided that he was going to have no shame for the night. Not as long as you kept writing back to him. He was contemplating how to save your number in his phone when another selfie with a message came through. You were out by the bar at the Hard Deck with a smile on your face, and you were holding up your palm complete with Bradley's smeared phone number.
Does this number look familiar, Not-Alan? Still no actual Alan in sight, by the way.Â
Bradley supposed that the 7 could have been mistaken for a 1. Or maybe Alan's phone number had a 5 that got smeared into a 6. It didn't really matter. Bradley was going to shoot his shot and hope Alan didn't resurface.Â
Good, Alan can just stay lost. What's your name, pretty girl?
Then he saved your number as Pretty Girl, and this time he did manage to turn the TV on while he waited with his phone in his hand. He muted the Clippers game and picked up his beer before promptly setting it back down again.
Pretty Girl: Not so fast, Not-Alan. You tell me your name first. And how old you are. And your blood type and the last four of your social security number.Â
Bradley laughed and started typing. He realized he hadn't stopped smiling for the last twenty minutes as he hit send.
I'm Bradley. I'm 34. O positive. 2305.
On a regular night, the basketball game would have held his attention, but tonight he couldn't stop looking at his phone. "Come on, Pretty Girl," he muttered, running his beer bottle along his thigh before taking a sip.Â
Pretty Girl: Okay, Bradley. You have my attention. Send me a selfie exactly where you are, and I'll think about telling you my name. No changing into something nicer. No fixing your hair. Just a selfie. Right now.
Bradley looked down at himself in just his black boxer briefs and mumbled, "If you say so." When he set his phone camera to selfie mode, he looked at the screen and realized his hair still looked pretty decent from work. So he went ahead and took a picture where he was wearing a bit of a skeptical smirk, and he sent it before he could think twice.Â
And now his heart was beating a little faster. This was probably where you'd stop responding. Oh hell, at least he went for it, but a few minutes later, you still hadn't sent anything back to him. Maybe he could have tried to hide the scars on his neck and cheek, but what was the point? Clearly you were sending him actual selfies you'd taken tonight, and he did exactly what you'd told him to. Then his phone vibrated.
Pretty Girl: Do you really expect me to believe that you're not just googling "hot shirtless guy with a mustache", downloading a photo, and trying to pass it off as yourself?
He tipped his head back and laughed. There was just something about you. He didn't even know your name or what your voice sounded like, but he could already tell he was going to like both of those things. If you ever told him or let him hear you.
That's really me. Promise. Will you tell me your name now? Or do I have to keep calling you Pretty Girl?
He was wondering if you were still at the bar, surrounded by guys like Alan who would love to take you home while you were chatting with him. And he hoped the next text would contain your name. But you just ignored him when you wrote back a few minutes later.Â
Pretty Girl: Prove you're not just sending some photos of a random hot dude. Go stand by your open refrigerator and take a selfie. Then take another one with your toothbrush.Â
"She's a handful," Bradley murmured as he stood with a smile. He carried his beer into the kitchen, opened his refrigerator and snapped a selfie where the fridge light somehow accentuated his features nicely. Then he left his beer on the counter while he went into his bathroom. He was actively trying not to smile for this one where he had his red toothbrush hanging out of the side of his mouth, but he was on the verge of laughing at how ridiculous his night turned out to be.Â
He typed up a message and attached both photos and then sent them off while he finished his beer at the kitchen counter, Clippers game forgotten.Â
What is this, Pretty Girl? A hostage negotiation? I already told you, that's really me.
It didn't take too long for you to respond this time, and Bradley wasn't even letting his screen dim long enough to need to unlock it now.
Pretty Girl: Are you naked in these photos?
"Jesus," he muttered. Of course he wasn't. Did you want him to be? Shit, he needed to stop thinking about that.
No! I'm wearing underwear. You told me not to get changed or anything.
He felt flushed and too warm as he set his phone down on the counter and went to open some windows. Then he walked a few laps around his apartment in an effort to chill the fuck out. He wasn't even with you, and you were under his skin.Â
When he returned to his phone, there was a selfie and a message waiting for him. In the photo, you were sipping a drink, and the way the straw pressed to your perfect lips had him practically moaning.Â
Pretty Girl: My friend thinks there's something wrong with me. I'm at a Navy bar in San Diego at the moment. There are hot guys galore, and yet I'm glued to my phone.Â
"Shit, shit, shit." Bradley thought about getting dressed and heading out to the bar himself. Then maybe he could hear you tell him your name in person right before he pulled the straw away from your mouth and kissed you.
How much longer are you going to be at the Hard Deck, Pretty Girl?
Bradley started heading for his bedroom closet when his phone vibrated in his hand.
Pretty Girl: How do you know I'm at the Hard Deck? Do I need to smash my phone to bits and go into hiding?
"Fuck," he grunted, typing so quickly he had to go back and fix several spelling errors before he could send it. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, so he paused before getting any clothing out of his closet.
Because I'm in the Navy, and I live in San Diego. And I recognized the inside of the bathroom from the first photo you sent me. I swear I'm not creepy. You can ask Penny, the bartender and owner of that fine establishment. I spend enough time there. Show her my photo.
Bradley collapsed onto his bed with his forearm over his eyes and his phone clutched to his chest. He didn't have to check the time to know it had been a while since he texted you. He also didn't have to look at his phone to know it was after midnight now and that you and he had been chatting for almost two hours. Bradley jolted when the phone vibrated against his chest.
Pretty Girl: Okay. Alright. Penny is a sweetheart, and your story checks out. Also, she told me your call sign and then told me to have you verify what it is for my own peace of mind. So what is it, Bradley? And how do you know what the ladies' restroom here looks like?
Oh, he was going to owe Penny big time. He typed away as he lay sprawled out on his bed.
My call sign is Rooster. And as for your bathroom question.... are you really going to make me answer that?
Bradley closed his eyes and thought about the girl who had taken him into the bathroom with her last year. He was pretty sure she had brown hair, but other than that, he couldn't really recall. But he did remember looking at that paper towel holder on the wall and the framed photo of an F/A-14 that was hanging over it while he was in there with her.Â
He wouldn't mind taking a trip there with you, that was for sure. Or maybe you and he could skip the scandalous bar hookup and just go right to dinner or a movie. For some reason, he thought he might actually prefer that.
Pretty Girl: Be back soon. I'm getting a ride home.
Bradley mused out loud, "It better not be from Alan." Shit, he could have offered to go pick you up and make sure you got home safely. He'd only had those two beers all night, and now he was picturing some faceless guy named Alan driving you home and pawing at you.
He texted you back.
Let me know when you get home, okay? And you can always just call me.
With a sigh, he got out of bed and plugged his phone in, not sure what to expect at this point. He went back into the bathroom and used his red toothbrush. And then he went back to the living room and closed all the windows. When he was in his room again, he had no new notifications as he climbed in bed. He was about to text you again and check in when his phone rang.
CALL FROM Pretty Girl
Bradley was smiling as he answered. "Hey, Pretty Girl."
A soft laugh preceded your voice, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek as you said, "Hi, Bradley with the O positive blood. Are you trying to tell me that you were in that bar bathroom with a girl?"
He found himself laughing. "Can I plead the fifth?"
When you moaned softly, he dropped his phone onto the pillow and had to scramble to get it. "Oh, my god. Even your voice is sexy."
Okay. He should not be on the verge of touching himself after you spoke three whole sentences to him. "You make it home safely?" he asked, trying to play it cool as he thought about those photos you sent him.Â
"Mmhmm. A very nice man named Alan drove me home. He's right here next to me as I get changed for bed."
Bradley thought for a beat that he had met his match in you. "You better be lying. You know what, put Alan on the phone."
Your laughter filled him up as you said, "He's not really here. I had to ditch him, because he doesn't even have a mustache. Apparently that's a deal breaker for me now?"
Holy shit. Bradley was in trouble. He was getting turned on, and you weren't even really saying anything dirty. "You're killing me. You gonna tell me your name, Pretty Girl?"
"No. I think I'm going to hold onto it a little longer."
"Fine. But please explain to me how I've never seen you at the Hard Deck before. I'm certain I would remember your face."
Your voice sounded a little softer now as you said, "I just moved to Coronado. It was my first time at the bar."
If he hadn't worked so late today, Bradley would have probably been there tonight as well. "You had fun? You think you'll go back again?"
"Probably," you replied casually. "When do you think you'll be there?"
Bradley was so warm he was starting to sweat. "Pretty Girl, you just say the word, and I'll clear my whole damn calendar."
Your little sighs and soft giggles were going to be the death of him. "You know, I still have Alan's, or rather your phone number on my hand."
He imagined himself kissing your palm and rewriting his phone number. "Should be in my handwriting. I'll make sure I always bring a pen with me to the bar."
You cleared your throat softly, and Bradley imagined you climbing into bed. "Penny told me to watch out for some of the other guys. But she said you're okay."
"Just okay?"
"Actually, she called you a big, brown eyed puppy dog."
Bradley laughed. "I've been called worse."
"I'm sure you have," you replied quickly. "You deserve some sort of punishment for daring to look good with a mustache."
"It's a blessing and a curse. Now, are you going to send me another photo? Or are you going to just agree to meet me tomorrow night?"
He heard a rustling noise and then you softly said, "Alan is not going to like this one bit." And then another photo arrived, and this one had Bradley's mouth hanging open.Â
"Now it's my turn to ask if you're naked in this picture." He was taking in every inch of your exposed skin and your bedding tucked up to your collar bones. You took your makeup off for bed, and you looked cozy and intimate. And you were talking to him. You were letting him see this. Bradley had to actively think about not touching himself.Â
"Totally naked."
"Fuck."
"Send me another one?"
"Yeah," he grunted, swallowing hard as he tried to pose for another selfie just how he was, sprawled out on his pillow with his left arm bent and tucked back behind his head. But his cheeks looked flushed, and his eyes looked darker than usual. He was turned on.Â
Fuck it. He snapped the photo and sent it. And about ten seconds later, he was greeted with the strangled sound you made.
"It should be illegal for someone with that mustache to look so good. It's rude, honestly. Bradley, you're kind of rude, because now I want to know...."
He was hanging on your every word. "Know what, Pretty Girl?"
The call went completely silent before you said softly and sweetly, "What your mustache feels like...everywhere."
A soft, startled laugh escaped his lips. You were on the verge of some dirty talk now, he could just tell. And his cock was hard as he replied with, "I'd love to let you find out. But before you respond, I need to know how much you've had to drink tonight. I don't want to take advantage of anything here."
You whimpered on the other end of the call. "A mustache, brown eyes, and a gentleman? All Alan did for me was buy me those two Long Island iced teas."
Bradley grunted and said, "That's enough about Alan. Why don't you go ahead and tell me where you'd like to feel my mustache first, Pretty Girl."
You squeaked and said, "I want to feel it rough along my skin right below my ear while you whisper to me. Oh my god, I can't believe I said that out loud. I should just go to bed."
"Don't hang up," Bradley said, panting with need now. "Tell me more."
"Okay," you sighed with another little squeak. "I want to feel it on my lips. While I'm sitting in your lap, licking the taste of that beer you drank from your mouth."
"Holy shit," he groaned, palming himself through his boxer briefs.
"I know," you whined with need. "And I want to feel it on the back of my neck while you do filthy things to me. And I don't even know you!"
"You will," he guaranteed. "Please, tell me what time I can meet you tomorrow."
Bradley listened to the rustle of your sheets as he waited. Then you finally said, "Seven o'clock? At the Hard Deck?"
"I'll be there, Pretty Girl. I can't wait to see you."
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It was barely even 6:30, but you were already at the bar all made up and wearing a cute dress. Penny recognized you right away, which was kind of nice and kind of embarrassing. When she asked if you wanted another Long Island, you waved her off and said, "Nothing yet. I'm meeting someone."
Her eyes lit up as she asked, "Is it Rooster?"
You'd barely slept all night, preferring to look at the four selfies he'd sent you after you ended the call around two. There was a little more dirty talk, sure, but you and he also learned a bit more about each other. And now you were going to meet this naval aviator who was originally from Virginia but loved the Los Angeles Clippers face to face.Â
"Yeah. It's Rooster."
Penny looked truly delighted. "You have nothing to worry about. He's very sweet."
"Tell that to the butterflies," you muttered as you placed one hand on your stomach for a beat, willing the nerves to dissipate as you walked away. You'd told Bradley you wanted his mustache on your body. In several places. And then he told you he thought you were so pretty and fun that he wanted to kiss you everywhere. And right now you were just mystified as to how this could have possibly happened only a week after you moved to this neighborhood. And you still didn't know what happened to Alan after you went to the ladies' bathroom and saved the wrong number in your phone.
You laughed when you thought about it, and then you ran your hands along the fabric of your dress. You were so antsy, your palms were sweaty. You looked down at yourself and just got more nervous. Bradley hadn't seen much of your body in the photos you'd sent to him. You'd seen plenty of his though, and he looked tall and muscular even next to his damn refrigerator. And his face was gorgeous, right down to that sinful looking mustache.Â
And you were just... you. Alan was really more your speed with his nerdy glasses and messy hairstyle and his lack of ability to even grow any sort of facial hair at all. You just hoped that Bradley wouldn't take one look at you in person and walk right back out of the bar.Â
You were about to tell Penny that you thought you needed a drink after all when the door caught your eye, and Bradley strolled into the bar like he owned the place. "Oh...fuck," you whispered, gaping at him as he ran his fingers through his hair. The photos hadn't even done him justice. He had to be over six feet tall, and he was so broad and muscular, he looked like he could pick you up and toss you around a little bit. "Shit." He was wearing some snug fitting jeans and a tropical print shirt like he just knew he could pull off the most ridiculous look. "Damn." He was glancing around, trying to find you while you started scouring the room unsuccessfully for another exit.Â
You were trapped in here, and he was walking further into the bar now. And you didn't think you could hide halfway behind this couple who was making out for very much longer. Â
As Bradley's eyes scanned the crowd again, he looked a little apprehensive. His brow was scrunched, and he checked the time on his watch. You knew it was almost seven. So you took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and then you scooted one step to your left. When his gaze came your way again, his eyes landed on you. And then his face softened. The apprehension melted away, and he smiled a cute and somehow sexy little grin that made you whimper.
Now he was heading your way, his gait sure and steady. And then he was just a few feet away and you could see the scars on his face that you'd studied all night in the photos. And you could see the flecks of gold in his eyes that somehow the selfies didn't capture. And then he was talking, and his voice was even better in person.
"Pretty Girl."
Okay, so he'd seen you up close, and he wasn't running away. That had to be a good sign, right? You managed to say just one slightly breathless word. "Hi." And then his smile grew, and he was closing the space between your body and his. He was reaching for your face and running one rough thumb along your cheek. And then he kissed you.
And the soft scrape of his mustache was even better than all of the ways you'd spent your night imagining it might feel. You couldn't help but return his kiss, and somehow your hands ended up pressed to the front of him, sliding up to his chest.Â
When he broke the kiss, he stayed close, his lips not far from your face. He covered your hands with his, keeping them on his body. And then he leaned close to your ear, his mustache scraping along your soft skin there as he whispered, "Tell me your name, Pretty Girl. I'm dying here."
Soft laughter bubbled out of you as he pulled away from you a bit, and those butterflies were going wild. His eyes were fixed on your face, begging for an answer this time as he stroked your hands with his thumbs. And then you told him, and he tried your name out on his tongue a few times with that grin that you liked so much. He kept saying it softly until you kissed him this time, and then he guided your arms around his neck.Â
"Listen," he said in that raspy voice that you'd love to focus on all night. "I have no problem staying here for a while if you want to. I bet you could even persuade me to join you in the ladies' room."
"Sounds tempting," you told him with a smirk.
"It really does. But we could also just ditch the bar and grab dinner instead? Maybe watch the Clippers game and have a drink at my place? I'm a little worried Alan might show up here and try to lure you away, if I'm being honest."
You practically snorted with laughter. "I can't even really remember what Alan looks like. He was totally gone from my mind after the first selfie you sent me. Let's get out of here."
He took you by the hand. "Anything you want, Pretty Girl."
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I love dreamy loverboy Bradley, and I love Pretty Girl too. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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dean winchester and his sweet little angel girlfriend 18+ âౚà§ËâĄË àŁȘ
warnings: light smut, (dean x angel!reader)
â.àłàż*:
dean's large leather boots clunked down the hallway of the bunker as he headed towards his room, fresh off a hunt and eager to see his little angel after almost a week of being apart. despite texting and praying everyday, he had missed his girl like crazy.
the loud footsteps didn't even register in your brain as you desperately rocked your hips, riding dean's pillow. your eyes were squeezed shut and you bit at your bottom lip, trying to stifle your pathetic little moans from echoing beyond dean's room, feeling embarrassed and shameful about pleasing yourself.
dean's brow quirked as he heard the soft noises coming from his bedroom. he sped up his footsteps and arrived at the door, slowly pushing it further open to peek inside.
his lips grew into a smirk and he leaned against the doorframe, watching you grind your bare little cunt into his pillow. he watched as your chest rose and fell with every little pant. he felt himself begin to harden under his jeans.
âdamn, baby,â he began after silently watching you for a few moments, âis this what you do when i'm out on a hunt? ride my pillow like that?â he tilted his head, the smirk remaining on his lips.
you looked at him with wide eyes, blush slowly rising to your cheeks as the embarrassment clenched at your chest, a feeling you were still trying to get used to in your human vessel.
âdean!â you gasped, âyouâre home! iâ i didn't know youâd be back tonight,â you muttered sheepishly, embarrassed you'd been caught riding his pillow. you were frozen on top of it as you stared at him.
âhey, itâs okay. i just wanted to surprise you,â he responded softly, stepping into the room and closing his door, âbut i guess my little angel's gone and done that for me already,â he let out a quiet huff of a laugh, âs'okay, baby. it was hot, so hot, i promise. keep going for me, yeah? i wanna see my girl cum on my pillow.â
your cheeks heated up even more at the idea of continuing to please yourself in front of him. you'd only just gotten comfortable with having sex with dean in these past few months, the idea of doing this felt almost sinful.
dean sat down on the edge of the bed, a gentle smile on his face. he brushed his hand over your cheek, noticing the apprehension on face, âgo on, angel. please?â he asked, his voice a low murmur. he searched your eyes, almost pleadingly.
you let a small shy smile spread across your lips, enjoying the warmth and familiarity of his touch. you looked into his green eyes. you couldnât help but see his love for you. you felt that funny feeling in your chest again, pulling at your heartstrings. you knew you could trust him to watch, to see you this vulnerable.
with a nervous little sigh, you settled your legs and hips back into the pillow, âmmph, fine. just don'tâ don't say anything. i feel silly, dean.â
he chuckled and let his eyes trace over you, almost reverently. âdon't. don't feel silly. you look incredible, baby. it's hot to see my girl making herself feel good... especially on my pillow in my zeppelin shirt,â he smiled and tugged at the shirt you had mindlessly thrown on earlier that evening.
âmmm, okayâŠâ you looked down, trying to hide your sheepish smile, and began rolling your hips over the pillow again. you let out a soft hum of pleasure and avoided his gaze, looking down at your hands as they squeezed the end of the pillow.
âbaby, look at me. i wanna see your pretty face... please?â dean asked, his voice just above a whisper. he watched as you slowly lifted your head, your eyes finally meeting his gaze. he smiled softly, watching your cheeks flush again. âyou look so beautiful, angel. my pretty baby,â he cooed, his eyes watching you in awe as you rode his pillow, your bare pussy drooling at the friction.
you let out soft little whimpers as you dug your heat further into the fabric, drenching it with your arousal. dean's jeans grew tighter and tighter and he shifted uncomfortably on the bed, keeping his gaze on you, taking in the sight of his angel looking so pretty and pathetic.
it was a side of you that you didnât allow him to see very often. he was infatuated with you, his angel letting her guard down and being so vulnerable in front of him. he was used to your firm demeanour and sometimes odd, but endearing little comments youâd make about the world as you learnt more, seeing it all through your angel eyes.
as he watched you hump his pillow and let out sweet little whimpers, his heart thudded in his chest. he was watching you become more human. become more like him. and it made his heart swell, knowing it was all from watching and learning from him. and maybe his brother.
he grinned as your soft noises became louder and louder, enjoying the way you were becoming so shameless and wanton as you rode the pillow. he leaned back on the bed, trying to find relief for his aching cock, trapped by the denim of his jeans.
âthatâs it, sweet girl. let me hear those pretty little whimpers. youâre so damn beautiful.â dean said, his words making your head spin a little as you mindlessly humped his pillow.
dean chuckled, watching your legs shake and muscles tense as you neared your orgasm. you felt the tightness in your stomach grow, obscene words and grunts flying out of your mouth, dean's name leaving your lips like a prayer.
dean couldn't get enough of this. of you. you looked so little and beautiful, his own little angel pleasuring herself on his pillow. he considered himself the luckiest man in the world, blessed even. blessed that a heavenly little thing like you would want an old, damaged hunter like himself. in moments like this, he really felt his heart was going to burst out of his chest.
you were heaven sent. you were his girl. his angel. and he was so damn proud about it.
his eyes stayed locked on you as you drove your pussy into the pillow harder, leaving a little wet patch just below you. dean smiled even wider and his tongue shot out, wetting his lips as he noticed it, a soft groan escaping his mouth.
your face scrunched and a loud whimper left your mouth as your hips jerked on the pillow. âgonna-- mmm, dean... gonna cum... please, can i?â you asked innocently through breathy little groans. the sight of your soft, innocent eyes almost made dean melt right there on the bed.
dean nodded, his voice a gentle tone, âyeah, baby. let go. show me how good it feels.â
you cried out and bit your lip as your release washed over you, your soaked little cunt clenching around nothing and drooling onto the pillow even more. your eyes were squeezed shut as little moans and sighs left your mouth. you sounded like a pathetic whiny mess, gushing all over your boyfriend's pillow.
dean's cock strained against his jeans, aching to be freed. his words were deep and rumbled straight out of his chest, âthat's it, pretty baby. cum for me. youâre such a good little girl. my perfect angel,â the praises left his lips like a soft hymn, buzzing through your empty little head as you rode the high of your climax.
as you tried to catch your breath, you blinked slowly up at dean. your eyes met and his smile widened, noticing the flushed look on your face, âdid so well. sounded like heaven, baby. you're so beautiful.â
you let out a satisfied sigh and rolled your eyes tiredly, âheaven doesnât have much of a sound, dean,â you commented, sincerity in your voice.
dean laughed as he sat up, adjusting the bulge in his pants, âit's an expression, angel. it's a good thing. means you sounded incredible.â
you smile grew softer at his words, the feelings of shame and embarrassment leaving your chest as he looked at you with such loving eyes. you could feel the adoration in his stare.
âfelt incredible,â you mumbled in response. you tilted your head and studied him for a moment, âdean, iâ i think i liked you watching me. made it feel better. harder... maybe,â you commented again, the regular factual tone of your voice returning.
dean smirked and tilted his head in return, âoh, yeah? felt better with me watching?â he tutted his tongue against his teeth playfully, âmy angel's secretly a dirty little girl. god, what have i done to you?â he said teasingly and chuckled.
you rolled your eyes with a sheepish grin as you sunk down tiredly into the pillow, âi am not filthy... or unpure, dean. and please, refrain from speaking about my father when iâm naked and coming down from an orgasm.â
dean chucked, shaking his head in amusement as he scooted closer, wrapping his arms around your frame and pulling you against him.
he was always entertained by your literal interpretations and how seriously you took things, though he couldnât deny you were getting better at recognising his jokes and phrases. and he was proud of that.
he squeezed you against his chest, soaking up the feeling of you in his arms again after so many days, âsorry, baby, accident. no more god-talk⊠but you are filthy. my dirty little angel,â he grinned and kissed the top of your head.
dean looked down at you for a few moments, his green eyes sparkled as they travelled over your features, appreciating your beauty post-orgasm. he carefully laid you back against the mattress, âi'm gonna ruin you to filth, baby. you won't remember a damn thing, but my name when iâm done with you.â
A/N: part two?!!! maybe?? send ideas for part two if u want!!i lowkey like the dynamic between these two. might make a series maybe idk lmk <3 also thank you for 500 followers??? thatâs crazy!!!
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SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I'M HEAD OVER HEELS - L.H.
Summary: What starts off as a simple favour to watch Lauraâs cat sends Logan into a spiral as you continue to make your way into his life.
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female Reader
Warnings: Pure fluff - Logan is 100% whipped, Wade
A/N: 4.4k - my longest fic yet! Worst!Logan has my entire soul, I'd give anything just for that pretty smile. Title creds to Tears For Fears. Enjoy!
MASTERLIST
The familiar burn of whiskey stings the back of his throat. Logan rests his head against the couch, second-guessing his decision to babysit Laura's cat while she's enjoying her night out. Her tireless attempts of pestering him at last working in her favour so he can finally meet his 'copy-kitten' - her words.
A quick glance at the time reveals he should probably head out now. Logan rises, groaning as his muscles protest after weeks of just slumping around the apartment. Even Al had pointed out how lazy he'd become lately. And that unsolicited observation gave him half the mind to consider finding new roommates. But who was he kidding? As much as he also barely tolerated that one incredibly maddening little prick's incessant jibber-jabber, he wasn't going to find anything for what he's currently paying.
Soon enough, he weaves his way through the crowds, swerving past the shoulders of, frankly, one too many people absorbed by their devices to step aside for his large frame. Luckily, Laura's place isn't too far and he really appreciates that detail as the sound of thunder rumbles overhead. A faint ding emerges from his pocket and he retrieves his phone, reading the screen with a slight squint.
His boots soak the welcome mat as he fumbles with the door trim, locating the key according to Laura's text - making a mental note to remind her of personal safety later. Shivering, he shrugs the wet jacket off, tossing it over the armchair. His eyes dart around the room, looking for the damn cat, and for a moment, Logan wonders whether he's being pranked.
The pitter-patter of paws against the hardwood floor has him snapping his head to the little creature in question. The cat, or Leopold Alexis Elijah Walker Thomas Gareth Mountbatten - Leo, for short - he learns begrudgingly after Wade shoved pictures upon pictures to his face one particular day, stares at him with indifference.
Understanding the need to be left alone, Logan trudges towards the kitchen, swinging the fridge open. A small post-it stuck over a box of leftovers, reads "Knew you'd be hungry", has him scoffing, mildly amused that Laura had predicted his actions.
Minutes later, he sinks onto the couch, making brief eye contact with Leo, who's nonchalantly licking his paws. He's halfway through the bowl of pasta when the cat suddenly leaps onto the cushion next to him. Logan watches curiously, he's not terribly experienced around pets, hardly spending any time with Mary Puppins herself despite living under the same roof.
"Alright, here's the deal." He murmurs, "You stay outta my way and I stay outta yours."
Leo replies with a meow to which Logan nods, satisfied by the response. He hopes to god this cat has the same temperament as Dogpool and allows him to simply coexist till Laura returns. Intrigued by the smell, Leo slowly inches forward, gently nudging his head against the bowl.
"Don't think you can eat this, bub."
Leo seems to understand the implication and meows in defiance. With a sigh, Logan gingerly flexes his hand, stroking the cat's head. The act immediately has Leo purring in content, the desire to investigate the food long forgotten. And no one's there to witness the ghost of a smile that teases his lips.
The calm attitude only lasts an hour before Logan's biting back a string of profanities, frustrated by Leo's refusal to take his medication. He's thankful for his healing factor, for otherwise, he'd be covered in a litter of scars. How the hell Laura deals with this devil-of-a-cat is beyond comprehension.
There's no use in trying again. Leo clearly wants nothing to do with him or what he's hiding in his hand. The thought of seeking help crosses his mind, perhaps one of the neighbours is especially skilled in feeding pills to literal hellspawns. Logan tunes his hearing to the apartments on the floor. Old lady already asleep to her TV - no. A family of six attempting to eat dinner in peace - no. Two people about to - fuck no. Now he really wants a word with Laura about her living situation.
Just when he's about to give up, a recognisable melody reaches his ears - one he's unwilling heard Wade jam out to in the shower. This person swaying along to music seems far more approachable than anyone else in this building, and so he steps out, knocking on the apartment across from Laura's.
The door cracks open slightly, you peek your head out giving him a questioning look, âUm⊠hi? Can I help you?â
âHey, sorry to bother you. But, uh⊠Iâm watching Lauraâs - your neighbourâs cat.â Embarrassment creeps into his cheeks as he points behind him, âHeâs not takinâ his meds and uh do you⊠can you help me? Please?â
The look of absolute defeat paired with the remnants of red scratch marks on his arms has your heart clenching for this poor man, âOf course.â
When the door fully opens, Loganâs eyes widen reflexively at the state of your undress. Thereâs nothing evocative about it, yet he feels as though heâs intruding on an intimate side of you. One heâs definitely not privy to.
Your sheepish smile sends a wave of something indescribable through his body. He clears his throat, turning on his heel to lead you inside. Leo flicks his head up at the sound of footsteps, purring as if he hasnât been driving Logan insane for the past hour.
You knew Laura had rescued the little guy a while ago, having run into her in the hallway the night she brought him home. Every interaction youâve had presents him as the sweetest kitten in the world, so watching the distinct mark of dread on this strangerâs face has you stifling a laugh.
âWhat?â Logan asks, feeling a little self-conscious about the whole situation.
âNothing. Itâs just - Leoâs very friendly. Or at least, I thought so⊠what the hell did you do to piss him off?â You chuckle, kneeling a foot away.
âPiss him off? I was just tryinâ to give him the damn pills. Had no problem with me before that.â Loganâs fingers twitch as you approach the cat, wanting to protect you from the sharp claws the demon would surely attack you with.
Yet, to his astonishment, Leo innocently crawls into your outstretched arms. And Logan swears he saw a flicker of mockery come across the catâs eyes as he peers at him, relishing your comforting embrace.
âSee? Heâs a sweetheart.â
The fondness in your tone almost has him believing your words. In no time, Leoâs fully cooperating with your gentle requests, happily taking the medication as if itâs the tastiest thing in the world.
Logan learns three things that night. One, your name. Two, that you have some innate ability to charm everyone around you - human or otherwise. Three, he absolutely couldnât wait to see you again.
Logan tries to drain out the shouting match between his two roommates, ducking calmly as Alâs miscalculated spatula throw flies in his direction. Laura giggles next to him, entertained by the whole ordeal - Wade had accidentally left his cock ring plugged in the bathroom again, nearly short-circuiting the apartment.
âHey! Kink shaming is very frowned upon, Althea.â
âYou motherfucker! I almost got electrocuted by the toaster this morning!â
Logan grumbles to himself, knowing thereâll never be a quiet, normal day in this household. He turns to Laura, âKid, you wanna grab some food later?â
âCanât. Iâm going out.â
He nods, not giving it a second thought. But as the memory of you flashes across his mind, he stops bouncing his leg, heart beating a little faster. It had been a whopping seven days since that interaction, yet every little detail has stuck with him since. In fact, he spent many hours pacing in his room planning some way to magically run into you.
â⊠What about the cat?â He asks, and when she raises her eyebrow, âWhoâs watchinâ him?â
She replies with a shrug, âIâll figure it out.â
The solution to his problem falls perfectly onto his lap. Oh, how his pulse quickens at the thought. And as if to not seem suspiciously enthusiastic, he pauses before speaking, âI can do it.âÂ
âWhy?â
âBetter than this shit.â
Laura considers him for a moment then agrees casually - she knows exactly why he offered. You had bumped into her a couple of days ago, offhandedly mentioning meeting Logan that night as you recounted the details of your week. It took mere seconds to put two and two together and realise he was incredibly smitten.
Logan spends a good fifteen minutes messing with his hair. Fuck, did it always spike up like that? The one tiny mirror in his room supposedly taunting him with each look over. A low tsk breaks the flood of self-criticism as he slams the door shut behind him, roughly brushing past Wade.
"Ooh, is that cologne I smell or are you just horny to see me?"
His teasing spirit immediately drops when Logan shoots him a glare, precisely throwing Al's spatula straight at his crotch.
"God - not the home office, peanut! Jim and Pam need protection!"
The walk to Laura's seems a lot shorter this time, some sort of nervous, giddy energy surging through his chest with each step. Logan bites the insides of his cheeks, feeling childish by the stupid smile daring to grace his lips just at the sheer thought of you. He can't remember the last time someone had drawn these kind of emotions from him. A part of him wants to cower in fear of rejection and self-doubt, and other? Oh, it's got your name written all over.
As soon as he reaches the hallway, all his senses are directed to your apartment. Confused by the silence he finds instead, Logan strains his hearing harder than ever. Hm, it's barely seven-thirty, maybe you're not home yet? Disappointment twirls around his mind, he sighs before opening Laura's door, convincing himself it's probably for the better.
To his surprise, Leo behaves quite well this time around - eating his food, taking his medication, and sticking with minimal efforts to annoy him. The black and white movie he randomly chose keeps his thoughts from drifting to you for the most part, though he can't help but wonder where you are at - he checks his watch - 10:38 pm on a Thursday?
Whatever hope he held onto paints him a fool as time slips by. He couldn't blame you, you didn't owe him anything. Logan runs a hand down his face, and despite his wavering relationship with Leo, he's at least grateful for the cat's company on this rather lonely night.
"Was a dumb idea, huh?" He mumbles, gently scratching Leo's ear.
Not ten minutes later, the jingle of something hitting the floor has him sitting up, intrigued. Logan pads over to look through the peephole, his heart fluttering at the sight of you. It doesn't take a genius to note your drunken state with the way you're cursing and fumbling with the keys. His hand rests against the doorknob, a flash of hesitation creeping in. Do you even want to see him right now?
Before he can psych himself out, his instincts make the decision for him. Logan's unsure of how to announce his presence, wanting to avoid any chances of scaring you. In hindsight, that task shouldâve been deemed impossible when you flinch suddenly anyway.
"Logan! Shit - did I wake you up?"
He chuckles at that and before he can even respond, you fire off another question, "Wait, what're you doing here?"
"Laura's out. I'm on babysitting duty." Leo purrs from somewhere behind him in confirmation. Logan watches as you nod slowly, the keys once again sliding from your grasp, "Here, let me help you."
The two of you reach down, fingertips barely grazing as he reacts faster than you. He realises he's much closer than he anticipated when your perfume crowds his senses. Logan buries the urge to meet your eyes deep, deep down, instead unlocking the door with a clenched jaw.
He's very appreciative of the fact that you're too out of it to observe his actions. He wanders into the kitchen to fetch some water, a laugh nearly spilling out of him as you collapse onto the couch, "Hey, easy."
"I'm not that drunk."
"I believe you." He lifts the glass to your lips, words ever so soft, "But... how about we get you to bed hm? Doesn't that sound better than this couch?" When you blink at him tiredly, Logan knows it's so over for him - every shred of denial he held within now shattered by your very hands.
"Okay... "
He maintains some distance, assuming you'd stubbornly dismiss his attempts to guide you to the bedroom. Leaning by the doorframe, he doesn't try to hide the fondness in his expression as you settle under the covers.
"Night, Logan."
He hears you murmur beneath the blanket. It's almost natural how quickly he replies as if you've had this exchange hundreds of times before, "Good night, sweetheart."
A groan leaves you as the sunlight eventually breaches the comfort of your dark room. Rubbing your eyes, you blindly reach for the bedside table, hoping to find your phone. Instead, your hand retrieves a piece of paper while knocking over a bottle of Advil that definitely wasn't there earlier.
'Not that drunk' my ass. - L
The party hat lays tilted on his head. Logan hooks his finger onto the string, momentarily stopping it from cutting into his chin. On any other occasion, he wouldn't have been caught dead wearing the stupid thing, but it was Laura's birthday and once she pulled out the dangerous puppy eyes, there was no way he could refuse without being an asshole.
He's been leaning against the wall, thumb lightly tracing the rim of the beer bottle in his hand as he blankly stares around the room. Throughout the night, Logan's eyes impulsively shift in your direction, tuning into the conversations you're having with - what feels like - everyone but him.
Mary Puppins zooms by, stepping on his boots in the process. She must've caught a whiff of whatever Al's cooking. He bends down to pick up the stuffed Wolverine chew toy she dropped along the way, mildly concerned by the amount of slobber coating it.
"Nice hat."
Logan hears you chuckle behind him. He quickly turns around, tossing the toy somewhere far, far away before you could notice. And despite wishing all night for the opportunity to talk to you, he finds himself tongue-tied now that you're actually in front of him, awaiting his response with an amused expression. Get it together, dumbass.
"This thing? Well... it made the kid happy." He says, incapable of suppressing the smile that never fails to make an appearance whenever you're around.
The way your features soften releases a storm of arrows to his poor, old heart. Whatever anxiety he felt earlier increases tenfold, Logan takes a swig of his drink only to realise it's empty. With nothing to divert his energy to, he grips the bottle tighter, hoping the integrity of the glass is enough to withstand the force of his nerves.
"Thank you, by the way."
His eyebrows raise in confusion, "For what?"
"Few weeks ago. When I got home totally wasted." As your cheeks turn a little red at the memory, Logan wants to relive that moment over and over again.
"Oh... yeah." He huffs lightly, gaining a smidge of confidence from your flustered state. It gives him just enough courage to throw in a cheeky comment, "At your service."
He's mighty pleased when you giggle, biting his lip to control the proud smile aching to take over. Logan studies you briefly, and if he didn't know any better, you almost seemed nervous too? That possibility sends his mind reeling in excitement. Perhaps you also feel something here?
The shrieking sound of a party blower has him wincing, the plastic hits his cheek as Wade sneaks up right next to him with a wide grin, "Sugar bear! Don't mind me, I overheard you tell Yukio about your date tomorrow. Now, spill. Who is this mystery man and does he have a twin by any chance? Brother or sister - daddy's not picky."
Logan's initial reaction to harshly shove the man aside dies in an instant when you laugh rather bashfully at the question. He prays to god it's another one of Wade's fucking jokes. However, that hope flies out the window as you hesitantly ramble on about this guy. Excusing himself, he leaves the apartment, ripping the party hat off in agony - not witnessing the guilt eclipsing your emotions.
Droplets of sweat linger at the ends of his hair as he places the last of Laura's cardboard boxes on the floor of her new apartment. After weeks of mulling it over, she decided to move a little further away, complaining about how rent was becoming too crazy. Logan offered to support her financially till she was good on her own, yet she strongly refused just as he expected.
Since she was no longer your neighbour, the chances of running into you dwindled over time. He saw you in passing last month when he came over to help Laura with apartment hunting. The logical part of his brain convinced him to not stick around, desperately clinging to the idea that you're not interested. But catching your expression fall as he dismissed your presence nearly made him run back to wrangle you into his arms, to whisper apologies and beg for forgiveness.
After an especially tiring day, Logan returns home, crashing onto the couch with a sort of emptiness as he stares at the ceiling. Both his roommates are muttering in the corner, afraid to call out his incredibly irritable mood of late - instead, walking on eggshells whenever he's around. It seems that Wade loses the hushed argument, settling a good arm's length away from him.
"Peanut." He drags, slowly, "Al and I are... worried about you. As much as this brooding, tough guy act is really doing wonders for my sexual wellbeing, I just can't let you Debbie-Down-Pour all over this parade."
"The fuck you want me to do?"
"You need a one-way ticket to pound town-" He chirps, and when Logan grunts angrily, Wade shrieks, shielding himself from any incoming attacks, "Don't hurt me!"
The aroma of coffee tingles his senses as he takes an exaggerated sip, ignoring the need to continue such an aimless, one-sided conversation. Across the table is one of Vanessa's acquaintances, Karen or Kira - he can't remember - mindlessly explaining why her previous dates didn't work out. Logan forces a nod here and there, humming in pretend acknowledgement while he concocts some plan to seriously bash Wade's head against the nearest wall.
In all honesty, he didn't know how the hell that bastard persuaded him to entertain this woman for the night, making a note to check his alcohol for any suspicious substances later. What he did know was that this was going as terribly as he thought. And while he might be awfully rusty in terms of dating, Logan's certainly not oblivious to basic body language cues. Deciding twenty minutes of this torture is enough, she hastily rushes out the building and that's the last of Karen he ever sees.
The grocery bags feel like cinder blocks in your hands as you walk down the street. Mentally scolding yourself for postponing this chore till the last minute, you huff in exhaustion, adjusting your grip every few seconds. A woman nearly bumps into you on her way out, you stagger backwards, watching her storm off. Startled by her rashness, you turn to glance at where she came from, gasping when you spot a familiar face.
âLogan?â
He snaps up, recognising that particular voice - your name leaves his lips softly. Mixed emotions swirl around his mind, yet, he can't help the way his heart jumps as you fill his senses, âWha - whatâre you doin' here?â
âI was just passing by... saw you through the window.â Your gaze drops to the half-finished cup of coffee opposite him, âWere you on a date?â
âUh Wade - he...â Logan stutters for a moment, dumbfounded that you're even talking to him after his childish behaviour the last few weeks. He nods lightly as the unmistakable bullet of regret pierces his insides.
âItâs her loss anyway.â
God, he wants to apologise so badly. Your friendly attitude only serves to make him feel worse, but Logan thanks his lucky stars that you don't hate him. He definitely wouldn't have been able to handle any sign of resentment on your part - no matter how much he deserves it.
âWhatâs with the eggs?â
You laugh, looking down at the several cartons peeking through your bags, âIâm stress-baking.â
He's so lost in your eyes that it takes him a second to register your reply, nose scrunching in amusement, âStress-baking?â
âYes, itâs a perfectly valid activity.â
That draws a chuckle out of him. He raises his hands in defense, âI ainât judginâ, doll.â
A comfortable silence takes over and Logan realises just how happy he is to see you again - how much he's missed you all this time. He opens his mouth to spill something out of pure impulse when you beat him to the punch.
âWhy donât you join me?â
It doesn't take much convincing and he's already fallen into a steady pace as you walk together - his fingers effortlessly hooking onto all the grocery bags. His chest threatens to explode when you lean towards him, moving aside for people brushing by. Logan wills his entire strength to not drape his arm across your shoulders in an effort to keep you safe.
Time becomes irrelevant when you're around. The frequency of his own laughter shocks him at first, but he's not really thrown off by the joy you bring out of him because - well, of course, you do. It's safe to say that Logan can't bake to save his life, though he doesn't mind this particular weakness as you giggle at his dreadful attempts to mix the cookie dough. Shamelessly, he watches you come closer, breaking into a tangent about proper kneading techniques - if you ask him to repeat any of it, he'd be stumbling over his words like a fool.
Eventually, he makes something that somewhat resembles your example. He dips his finger into the dough and lifts a small piece in your direction, "How's this?"
When you gently grasp his hand to lick the sweet mixture straight off, he thinks he's trapped in some wild daydream. Logan stares at you in surprise, cheeks turning into a telltale shade of red. Your hums of approval fall onto deaf ears as he remains frozen, wondering how you're so quick to move on from that bold gesture.
Every little thing you do stains his mind - from the way you dance around to soft music playing in the background, the way you focus all your attention on him whenever he speaks, even the way you warn him about the oven as if he could get burned.
His expression must've turned serious by how you suddenly pause, peering at him in concern. Bearing a rush of emotions, the words pour out of his mouth without hesitation, "I am so sorry."
"I was an idiot and I... avoided you 'cause I couldn't deal with these damn feelings-"
He stops.
He's revealed way too much. And judging by your face, that was definitely a mistake. Logan shuts his mouth, jaw hardening as he fights something heavy crawling up his throat. His eyes land on the door and all he wants is to escape from this shrinking room.
A whisper of his name fractures the glass cage he's built up around his heart. His boots seem to be cemented to the floor, unwilling to break free even as you still in front of him - a mere breath away. Your hands rest against his cheeks, slowly turning his head so he's compelled to meet your tender gaze.
Not a single sound slips out of him before your lips are on his. His heart pounds in his chest, burning at sensation. Logan leans into the kiss, hands settling on your waist, holding you as close as he can. Relief washes over him, he tilts his head slightly to deepen his movements - his breath nearly giving out when you whimper softly.
The loud ding from the oven has you pulling back with a faint chuckle. Logan smiles too, letting out a sigh as he lays his forehead against your shoulder. He presses his lips to your collarbone, whispering against your skin, "Does that mean what I think it means?"
"The cookies... or us?"
He gently pokes your side at that comment, mirroring your dazed look. Between the quiet exchanges of laughter, he knows exactly what this means - what you mean to each other.
His muscles feel looser with each stride, embracing the breeze tangling with the warmth pooling inside from your touch moments ago. Logan makes his way home with a kind of ease he hasn't felt in forever, chewing on a cookie you insisted he taste.
As he walks through the door, Wade rests his chin on his hands, âSo⊠how did it go? I see youâre enjoying the post-bang baked goods.â
Logan rolls his eyes, not wanting his mood to be spoiled. He grumbles under his breath, your name accidentally slipping out.
"You ran into angel-reincarnate?" Wade gasps, "Oh. Finally putting that horse cock to good use." Clapping excitedly, he follows after Logan, "Wait a second, this fic is tagged fluff. There'll be no fucking on my watch, partner!"
Logan slams the door to his bedroom behind him, blocking out Wade's muffled chattering.
"She had you cosplay as Paul Hollywood all night? Goodness! The power she possesses. I must gain all her secrets."
"Fuck off."
Wade grins to himself, quickly pulling his phone out to shoot off a text.
Wade: Project-Wolvie-Gets-Pussy is a go!
Laura: We are NOT calling it that.
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â broken promises
pairing: earth 42 miles x fem!reader
summary: while earth 42 miles comes off a lot tougher than 1610âs based off his cold demeanor and his trauma induced apathy, somewhere under that hard shell, heâs still the sweet boy he used to be and wants love just like anyone else. miles is aged up to 17 in this, simply for the plot! wc: 2,640
contains: spoilers!!! angst to fluff
word bank: âmi vidaâ - my life, âmi amorâ - my love
playing now: Wasted Love Freestyle by Jhene Aiko
You and Miles have been dating for 7 months now, and lately he hasnât been around as much as heâd like to, for obvious reasons. Well, not obvious to you. You still donât know that Miles is the Prowler, and heâs intent on keeping it that way.
Itâs the third time heâs flaked on plans he arranged himself this month, and he can tell youâre beyond tired of it with the way you just blew his phone up.
â Miles POV â
Milesâ phone buzzes in his pocket but he decides against checking it, marking it off as something unimportant. Heâs already accepted a job from his Uncle and a distraction wouldnât do him any good right now.
8:03 PM
Mi Vida: please donât tell me youâre doing this again bro.
Mi Vida: this is a joke, right?
Mi Vida: hello?? you were supposed to be outside thirty minutes ago.
Mi Vida: Miles Gonzalo Morales I swear to GOD if I donât hear your motorcycle revving outside in the next five minutes so help me.
*buzz buzz*
Ignored.
*buzz buzz*
*buzz buzz*
He kissed his teeth, lashes fluttering in aggravation and air puffing through his nostrils at the continuous buzzing against his leg. His shoulder fell to the side a bit as he reached down into his pocket to grab his phone while he climbed up the stairwell, following his uncle. Seeing your contact name on his lock screen, his brow raised as he read over the message, then they bunched together in the middle of his forehead incredulously, the tone of your texts causing his strides to falter.
Miles was genuinely confused for a moment, trying to think back on if heâd done anything to upset you, until the memory of him assuring you he wouldnât do this again slapped him across the face harder than his mom did that one time heâd cursed at her on accident. The two of you had a date planned for tonight, and he swore to you heâd be there this time, fifteen minutes early at that, even though he knew there was a big chance he wouldnât be able to make it all. It was selfish of him to promise something he couldnât guarantee, knowing how demanding the other factors in his life were, but he was so tired of disappointing you, and how happy you looked when he told you you guys would finally get to spend some time together really had him thinking he could make it work this time.
Eyes falling shut for a beat, a heavy sigh leaves his lips, tongue darting out to dampen them as he quickly tries to think of something to respond with that wonât piss you off more than you already are.
He texts you back: sorry Mami, something came up yk how it is. i got you tomorrow tho fasho
Yeah. Real smooth.
*buzz buzz*
Mi Vida: yk what, just forget it, Miles.
Damn, she called me by my first name? I definitely fucked up this time. He thinks to himself.
Mi Vida: whoever youâre with is clearly more important to you than what we got goin on, so itâs cool. stay where you at, iâm done
Shit.
His heart beats a little faster in his chest, the sensation a semblance of something he hadnât felt in years. Fear. He texts back as fast he can, head snapping up to see heâs fallen behind his Uncle, and he hurriedly jumps a few stairs before he comes to a stop again.
Miles: done??? the fuck you mean you done?
You donât respond fast enough for his liking, so he double texts.
Miles: baby stop playin. you trippin it ainât even like that at all
Mi Vida: iâm deadass. donât call my phone.
He utters a string of curses under his breath, alerting his Uncle who had already noticed he was falling behind when he heard the inconsistency of his nephewâs footsteps. Heâs ample steps above Miles, turning his head only slightly over his shoulder to address the distracted teenager.
âCâmon man, get off the phone. We got business to tend to. You in or you out?â Aaron asks. âYou know I canât have nobody holdinâ me back.â Thereâs a hint of something deeper playing within his words, and Miles knows he doesnât have a choice.
He swallows hard as he looks up at the older man. Taking one last look down at his phone, his jaw clenches in contemplation before heâs shaking his head with a quiet sigh and shoving it back into his pocket. Heâll have to deal with this later.
âMy fault. Yeah, Iâm in.â He mumbles, doing a quick jog to catch up to the man.
His uncleâs lips quirk into a smirk, a heavy hand coming down to clap Milesâ back and squeeze his shoulder.
âMy man. Aight, letâs roll.â
â Your POV â
8:05 PM
You: iâm deadass. donât call my phone.
You watch closely as the three dots bubble at the bottom left corner of your screen, an indicator that he was typing. But instead, a quiet scoff slips from your mouth when they disappear, your shoulders slumping in disappointment at the word that appears below your last message.
Seen
You angrily toss your phone onto your bed, bottom lip quivering when you catch a glance at yourself in the mirror when you walk by. Youâd gotten dressed up all nice just for him, because you knew the chance of him being free for a night to take you out was rare. Youâd started your makeup early just to make sure he wouldnât have to wait outside for you while you finished, and youâd even styled your hair the way you knew he liked. All for nothing.
You kicked your shoes off and dropped your purse to the ground, heading to your bathroom to undo all your work. You washed all the makeup off your face, the act feeling more humiliating than ever when you remembered why youâd even put it on in the first place. To feel pretty for someone who barely even showed up.
You closed your eyes and tried to calm down, hastily reaching back over to check your phone just one more time. Maybe he was thinking of what to say, and thatâs why heâd left you on seen.
Seen 25 minutes ago
Maybe not.
You hated crying. And more than anything you were tired of doing it, especially when broken promises were the cause of your wasted tears. Your evening was basically wasted, and you werenât in the mood to do anything else anyway, so you decided that youâd call it a night and head to bed early. You slipped on some comfy sleep shorts, tying your hair up for the night before grudgingly tugging a large t-shirt over your head. Your brow perked up at the scent that wafted past your nostrils, and pinching the shirt with your forefinger and thumb, you brought the fabric to your nose and immediately caught a whiff of Milesâ cologne. You then realized youâd put on a shirt you stole from him a while back, and the way your heart fluttered made you even more upset than you already were. You brushed it off to the best of your ability and crawled into bed, trying your hardest to keep your sniffling to a minimum as you pulled your blankets over your shoulder.
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As soon as heâd gotten the job done and his Uncle gave him the okay to dip, Milesâ feet were moving at the speed of light down the stairwell. And while he had sort of rushed the plays he made with some of the cityâs goons, he just had to pray that all his Uncleâs money was in the banded wad of cash he returned with, or it would be his ass.
Skipping a few steps he hopped down onto the platform before the next set, checking his phone for the time simultaneously.
10:15 PM
âDamn.â He groaned, pushing through the doors, cool wind hitting his face. Once he reached his motorcycle he shoved his helmet over his head, hopped on, and sped off with a âskrrrtâ.
He sped through the streets carelessly, something you definitely wouldâve scolded him for had you been riding on the back of his bike with him, with your arms tight around his waist to hold on like you always did. He bobbed and weaved through cars, lane splitting between a few of them and he may have even ran a red, but he wasnât paying enough attention to remember. All he could focus on was that you said you were âdoneâ, whatever the hell that meant, and he was adamant on making sure you werenât.
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You didnât know when youâd dozed off, three steady knocks, a fourth one after a pause hitting against your window, resulting in your eyes snapping open at the disruption. You sat up on your mattress, the ball of your hand rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you peered across the room. Once they adjusted in the darkness and you recognized the familiar, lanky body of your boyfriend standing outside on the fire escape, the events of just two hours ago played over in your mind like a record.
With a roll of your eyes, you huffed and swung your legs over the side of your bed, pushing yourself onto your feet. Miles watched as you sleepily trudged over to the window, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, head slightly lowered and tilted to the side, as if he were already apologizing before youâd even made it to him.
Hooking your fingers underneath the edge of your window, with a quiet grunt you pulled it up, effectively lifting the barrier between your bodies. You instantly felt your yearning for him come back full force, and wanted nothing more than to throw yourself into his arms, but you restrained. Your eyes met his, the cool night air breezing into your room, and his heart clenched. Somehow he was able to feel the coolness in your demeanor, yet the cold weather hadnât bothered him at all.
He was the first to speak.
âHola, Mami.â He sized you up once, taking notice of your eyes that were slightly puffy from crying.
His voice was like silk to your ears, alluring and confident, almost hypnotizing, and it aggravated you that you felt yourself gravitating towards him off two simple words.
âWhy are you here, Miles?â You sighed, arms slapping at your sides in exasperation.
He looked slightly taken aback, chin lifting a bit as if youâd asked something completely outlandish.
âWhat you mean why Iâm here? You my girl, shit, this my crib too.â He shrugged, so nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. You wondered if it had even been him texting you earlier.
âYou left me on seen, remember? Stood me up, too?â Your head cocked to the side to match the attitude in your tone, brows raising at him. What excuse would he use this time?
He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling heavily before he spoke up again.
âI was⊠busy. Look, my bad, okay? You gonâ let me in or what? Ian come all the way over here to stand outside.â He demanded with a gesture towards the opening, his hazel eyes glinting in the moonlight and thawing the ice thatâd been temporarily encased around your heart. There was the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips, because he already knew the answer.
Your lips pursed and you stepped to the side, a laggard arm stretched out beside you, silently granting him access to your room.
He stepped through the window frame and you closed it after him, his hands folding around the collar then the hem of his jacket as he adjusted it and turned towards you.
âI canât keep doing this with you, Miles. It isnât fair.â You mumbled, hating the way your voice split your words.
His head dipped to the side a bit as he took in your solemn expression and the way your gaze was cast to the floor, as if you were trying to contain your tears. He wasnât the best at this, he knew that, and showing affection effectively really wasnât his strong suit. He usually made it up to you by bringing you a few hundreds heâd made from a deal, paired with some roses heâd picked up on the way to your house at the last secondâ but you both knew paper and flowers wouldnât fix it this time.
âIâm sorry, I mean it.â He said, reaching for your hand to bring you close and grateful when your eyes finally lifted to lock onto his, although seeing them tear-filled wrapped him in a deep-seated emotion he didnât even want to acknowledge.
Miles rarely said he was sorry. If ever. Did he apologize? Yes, but it was usually a âmy badâ or a âmy faultâ, or some other term thatâd get the point across without him have to use too much emotion. Hearing the words âIâm sorryâ from him was an anomaly, it happened once in a blue moon, so this time you knew he really meant it. In your heart you knew he meant it, but that didnât stop the tear youâd been trying to keep at bay from rolling down your cheek.
His thumb caught the tear almost instantly, swiping it from the soft of your skin. It didnât belong there, and he hated to be the reason why you were crying in the first place.
âWhere do you disappear to, Miles?â You sniffled.
He sighed, glancing back over at the window. He considered telling you the truth, but he knew he couldnât.
âIâm just tryna keep you safe, ma.â
âYou always say that!â You squeaked, making sure to keep your voice down, you had technically snuck him in. You ripped your hand from his grasp, turning your face away from him as another tear fell. âDo you not trust me or something? Is that it?â
âOf course I trust you,â His eyebrows knit together at your question and he stole your hand from your side again.
âSo why canât you tell me?â You pleaded, eyes big and glossy.
âI just-â He paused. âI canât let you get hurt. The shit I doâŠâ You watched as he hesitated, like even speaking about the subject pained him. âIt ainât good.â He swallowed, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. âAnd Iâll be damned if I put you in the middle of my shit. I love you⊠okay?â He moved closer to you, and when you turned from him once again he brought your face right back to his, this time with both his hands. He wasnât going to let you go, and while Miles was rough around the edges, and seemingly devoid of any emotion other than anger or resentment for the worldâhe always handled you with care.
âI love you, Y/n, I put that on everything. Iâll burn this whole world down for you, you hear me? Donât think I wonât.â He stared into your eyes longingly, intent on making sure you didnât just hear every word, but that you understood them, too.
You couldnât help but lean into his hand, your own coming up to hold at his wrist as you inhaled shakily and gave him a bleak nod.
That wasnât enough for him. He needed to hear you say it.
âDo you understand?â He articulated his words, bringing his head down slightly to match your height a bit more.
âI understand.â You said softly, looking up at him through your lashes before your gaze fell to his lips. He took that as his sign, leaning forward and bringing you into a kiss.
You melted into him immediately, like you always did, eyes fluttering closed as your lips moved against his, and as his hands fell to your hips to pull you in closer, like they always did.
You broke the kiss for air, your hand resting on his bicep and your lips ghosting his as you spoke, as you shared the same breath. âI love you tooâŠâ You breathed, standing on your toes.
âGood,â You felt him grin before he pulled away, his hand pinching your chin to make you look at him. âCause you not leaving me, ever. I canât let no one else have you, Mami, you know that.â He cooed.
You felt heat flush your cheeks, a smile you couldnât hide finally spreading on your face.
âYeah yeah, I know.â You answered, chewing at your bottom lip. âCan you stay?â You whispered, eyes shifting between his hopefully as you awaited his answer.
âAhâŠâ He rubbed at the back of his neck, piping up again before you could get disappointed. âWhat about your moms?â
âShe sleeps in on the weekends, you just gotta be outta here by nine. Please, pa?â You whined, already reaching for his hands.
He chuckled to himself and shook his head slightly, having to look away from the adorable look on your face. He tried to remain in denial of the fact that he was so deep in love with you he could hardly think sometimes, let alone say no, but he was failing. Miserably.
âOf course Iâll stay, mi amor.â
Your expression lit up, a toothy smile brightening your features as he let you lead him to your bed.
He made sure to remove his shoes before he laid down, settling on his back. He extended his arm out to you as he tucked the other behind his head, motioning for you to join him with his fingers.
You crawled into his open embrace, getting comfortable on top of his chest and nuzzling your head under his chin. You began to feel drowsy the second he wrapped his arm around you, a yawn leading your eyes to water. His hand slowly moved from where it was resting on your back, dipping beneath the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his skin against yours comforting to you. His large hand rubbed up and down the expanse of your back, the tips of his fingers drawing lines along your spineâ you always fell asleep easier when he did that. You listened to the steady beating of his heart, fingers idly toying with the gold chain he kept around his neck.
âIâm really sorry I ainât make it tonight. I know you prolly got all pretty for me nâshit⊠and I wish I got to see it, but thatâs on me.â He grumbled. Heâd beat himself up over this for a while.
âSâokay.â You say it is, but he knows itâs not. He knows better. âI missed you.â Your quiet voice murmured from below him as you scooted in impossibly closer.
His jaw tensed as he stared up at your ceiling, a deep breath from his diaphragm raising you a little bit with his chest, and lowering you as he released it. âI know.â His response was hushed, and as sleep continued creeping in, you wondered if youâd imagined it.
But when you felt a long, drawn-out kiss press to the top of your head, his hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades, you knew it was real. The last thing you heard before you dozed off was his voice, mellow and gentle as he assured you.
âIma do better, mama. I promise, for real this time.â
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Lonely Christmas
Lando Norris x Fem!Reader
summary: Lando and Y/N decide that they want to play a prank on their fans and the rest of the grid by hinting at breaking up over X (twitter)
warnings: Cursing & âCheatingâ
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âhey babe, I have an idea.â I said with a smirk as I plopped myself on the bed next to my Formula 1 race winner boyfriend, Lando Norris.
âOh no, this doesnât sound goodâ Lando says chuckling as he props himself on his elbow to get a better view of me, before leaning down pressing a quick kiss to my lips
âmm, I think we should prank your fans and the grid.â I said with the biggest smile Iâve ever smiled in my life.
âand how do you suppose we do that, hmm?â Lando said, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips.
Sitting up and criss cross apple sauce, I stare into his soul âI think we should stage a twitter breakup,â I searched his face for some type of answer
âWhat? Is this a way of telling me you want to breakup without telling me you want to breakup?â He looks kinda hurt, which quickly prompts me to swing my legs over his body so iâm sitting on his lower torso.
âAbsolutely not baby! i love you beyond the galaxy. I just think this would be funny,â i plead but Lando looks unsure âIâll tell you what to say and all !â
âfine, but only if you let me eat you out, BUT you have to sit on my faceâ Lando knows Iâm insecure about my weight and crushing him to death.
âoh! fine!!â I say plopping right off his body and landing on the bed with a huff. âso iâm gonna tweet something to indicate that weâre breaking up but not actually saying anythingâ
âand how are you gonna do that-â I quickly interrupt him
âmake me cryâ i say nonchalantly
âwhat?â Landoâs face reads 50 shades of Stunned âno, I promised you and your family that the one thing iâd NEVER do to you is make you cry.â
Hearing Lando admit that means the world to me, but i need him to stop being nice and make me cry. It doesnât take much for me to cry and since Lando doesnât want to make me cry, Iâll resort to the next best thing: thinking of my (very much alive) dog die.
Just a few seconds of thinking of my (breed/dog) die, the tears well up in my eyes and I let out a choked sob, before whipping my phone out and taking a picture before posting it on twitter with the caption
"nobody wants a lonely Christmas but I'm about to call it quits with you. Breaking up is at the top of my wishlist and baby you don't have a clue."
I flip my phone to show Lando with a smirk plastered on my face. "So, what'd ya think?" I question as I post it and wait a few seconds before twitter starts going absolutely nuts. " wait wait let me read you some of the comments I'm getting, 'slut4ln' says 'NO MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP FIGHTING' haha look, here's another 'mother/n' said 'mother always knows wtf is up, Lando Norris count your days' !!" the chuckles leaving my lips are loud
"I think that I don't know how to respond to that on twitter," Lando says with a faint chuckle "here, how about you take my phone, type out what you want me to say and then let me read it before posting it." a smirk evident on his face as he hands me his phone, before putting said hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down.
"What about this...?" I question as I'm typing
"You say our relationships fading and you've been thinking bout leaving and though I know it's the truth I just don't want to believe it. You've gotta be kidding me, are we really breaking up? We just picked out a tree, damn."
"Okay Y/N/N lets give it a second to spread, we have to get juicy comments before we keep going, oh. never mind. George is texting me asking me what the fuck I did and why am I arguing twitter about it"
"fuck it, ignore him. we need to make this believable." I say swiping George's message away. "Opinion on this?"
"wait wait, let me tweet something else before you tweet y/n/n. Here, read this"
"You haven't even left yet and I miss you. I was looking forward to the holidays with you. How could you do this on Christmas, girl that's so malicious? C'mon baby, please don't make me beg cause I can go and date your friend instead. Yeah, I'll put the nut in meg. But If you're thinking about leaving, then I already blew it. screw it, then I guess I'll have to beat you to it, bitch."
"OKAYYYY LANDOOOO LET ME STEP UP MY GAME!!!" I scream as I finished reading his reply after he hit tweet bouncing up and down on the bed in excitement.
"okay, okay what about this for me?" I question as I finish typing, turning my phone so Lando can read what I typed.
"I tell you I love you but I don't really mean it, cause after this Christmas sorry but I'm leaving you."
"I'm starting to feel like you're just soft launching a break up with us right now" Lando says "Why else would you gave suggested a fake twitter break up?"
"Baby, please. This is just for shits and giggles. AHH OH MY GOSH!! OSCAR'S CALLING ME" I screamed in panic as I declined the call. "Lando, I think you need to eat me up in the twitter beef again, put your pretty head to work and think of some insults for me."
"I'm almost done, but first I got a question. Why is it one week before Christmas you feel the need to mention a break up with me is in the process but still pending? Is it depending on your gift and what I'm spending? Or are you fishing for more compliments? Because to my astonishment, you're acting like little kid. Was it something I said?Sometimes my head stops thinking, when I say some stupid shit to you, you know I don't mean it, it's just the season, it's confusing, can we just get along?"
"LANDO MY COMMENTS ARE GOING CRAZYYYY! LOOK" I giggle in excitement as I flip my phone so he can scroll through the comments
slut4ln: MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP! CHRISTMAS IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH A DIVORCE RN
georgeswhore: I wake up from a nap to SEE THESE?!?!?!?!
leclercsgf: What the absolute fuck did they fight about that THEYRE BEEFING ON TWITTER FOR AND AIRING OUT A POTENTIAL BREAKUP???
>y/nforpresident: potential? honey I think they are done
Landoslefttoe: Lando kinda ate mom up though đđ
LewisHamilton: Answer your fucking phones now!
CharlesLeclerc: LANDO?? YOU CALL YOUR GIRLFRIEND "BITCH"??
CarlosSainz: Cabron, call me asap and fill me in
LoganSargeant: Does this mean I actually have a chance with Y/n?
"I'm choosing to ignore Logan's comment," Lando said flipping my phone back so I could read it. "When are we gonna go public and say it was a prank?" Lando asks as he readjusts himself on the bed, pulling me down and closer to him so we're cuddling
"We can tell them all tomorrow" I yawn as I cuddle closer to my boyfriend "goodnight handsome"
"Goodnight precious" lando whispers as he kisses my temple
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a/n: im back my loves! Iâve been rewatching criminal minds and omg I love how soft Spencer is heâs just adorable bro. Also JJ with bangs? (She can get it too honestly) Mentions; of sub!spencer, dry humping, cunnilingus, sweet but nasty Spence <33
isnât the best with explaining his feelings for you not in a nerdy way but is a poet when it comes to words of affirmation; ever time Spencer sees you look so beautiful, so ethereal he just randomly pouts out a poem that can barely come close to describe the amount of love he has for you in that moment <33
Iâm a strong believer in the fact that Reid has a little decor around his apartment for when Halloween rolls around; and is beyond happy when he comes home from a case to find that youâve went a the extra mile and decorating it a bit more for him <33
Memorizes your cafe orders; so on his off days heâll wake up before you to surprise you with a muffin and your favorite tea/coffee
is usually the big spoon in bed; however if heâs had a challenging week heâll just silently curl into your side pressing kisses to you neck as he murmurs a âthank you love.â
whines into kisses & grinds his hips into yours while doing so; Spence is weak for you that much is certain. Your voice is as smooth as silk and your touch never fails to ignite a fire on his skin. But your kisses are pure aphrodisiac, you effortlessly pull moans from him like itâs nothing. âYouâre so cute Spence, so you want me to touch you?â âPlease angel.â
cannot leave without his goodbye kiss and an I love you; one time you decided to mess with him and kiss him goodbye without saying I love you. After not hearing you say it back he poked his head back in your shared bedroom and loooked at you confused. âI love you?â âMhm, have a good day sweetheart.â Now heâs pouting, â..did I do something wrong?â Now you have to pepper his face with kisses and tell him you love him multiple times so he can leave.
whenever heâs gone for a couple days for a particular hard case heâll send you flowers, and sends you text messages; to check the new book youâve read. Which leads you to find a sweet love letter. Promising his safe return and that heâll make up for lost time <33
loves baking and cooking with you; know we all know Spencer canât cook worth a damn, so his job in the kitchen is maintaining the mess you tend to create while making brownies and ofc pressing kisses to your shoulder as you mix the batter
eats you out slowly when heâs sleepy but horny; itâs so hot but so agonizingly slow. Even the way his tongue flicks against your clit feels slow, once he hears your begs and whines heâll speed up a bit. Slowly starting to get more into it than you are, pulling you by your thighs to get close to his tongue. Lapping up your cunt is an art form to Spence, and all art deserves to be appreciated <33
tells Garcia and Morgan about you; he intends not to rant but once he pictures your sweet smile in his head heâs a goner. Now he talking about your mannerisms and how you always cover your smile with your hand because your self conicous about it, but he finds your smile so beautiful..
when he gets jealous he pouts slightly; he manages it relatively well but the initial time a guy looks at you too long or has that look on his face, Spence does that little confused pouty thing slightly before making it clear your happily taken.
Spence is HELLA touchy; cannot go 2 minutes without touching you. In the car? Hand on your thigh, sitting on the couch together? Your thighs gotta be on his lap. One way or the other
Happily spends his money on you; spence absolutely loves spoiling you, and every anniversary he makes a habit of buying you a dress. Not overly pricey but just enough in the 200-300 range. each anniversary he goes a little bit higher and higher or if you found a dress you really like hell buy you jewelry. But once you guys hit one year? He goes all out <33
uses your lotions and shampoo on occasion; being away from you for hours on end can be tough at some times so Spencer makes a habit of buying smaller samples of your vanilla or strawberry scented products. Smell of sweet candy and cookies like helps ease his mind when heâs away at work.
Honorable mentions
princess twirl/hugs when he comes back from a long case
loves going on library dates with you
says I love you every time before doing down on you <33
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Hi, I was just wondering if you could do a bottom Tara x top g!p female reader fic?!
where Tara and reader are dating but when sam finds out she forbids reader to come over to their apartment the only time they see each is in college. So T and R are texting 24/7 and one evening things get a little spicy like they start sexting ig sending stuff too each other (if you get what I mean) then Tara decides to sneak out because she's missing reader (vice versa) and goes to reader's apartment and they do it for the first time also could it be soft smut and some aftercare maybe. It's just T and R being gay af!
You don't have to do this btw thanks either way!Bye have a good day/night :)
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SMUT! Bottom Tara Carpenter x Top G!P Female Reader
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âYou are what?!â the scream Sam let out echoed through the apartment making absolutely everyone present, you and Tara included, flinch. This was not the reaction you hoped for, though Tara did warn you it would probably be like this. You had no idea how bad it would get.
âWe are dating,â Tara repeated and you could tell by the way she reached out and grabbed your hand that she desperately needed to feel your touch to calm down. How could Sam not see that? See beyond the fact that she herself didnât know you?
âAbsolutely not! Tara you met her what? A month ago?â Sam was not accepting this at all. You could see the fury in her eyes as she looked at you as if you immediately threatened to hurt her sister. You knew what the reason was and you definitely couldn't blame her for it. But it still hurt to see she didn't trust Tara's judgment. Tara was an adult. She went through even more than Sam did and she just wanted to live her life, which included falling in love and dating, and you hoped one day moving in with you so you could build your future together.
Yeah. You were whipped.
âFour months, actually,â Tara rolled her eyes. The two of you met in college on the first day. You sat next to each other and immediately got along and fast forward three months, some time after she had opened up to you about how she was attacked and nearly killed by one of her closest friends, she just asked you out and you accepted it. You definitely developed a crush on her a lot sooner than that, and while that wasn't important at the moment you really believed Tara knew that all along. She just had a way of knowing just how you felt about her, in her own words, you were an open book in her eyes.
âThat's not nearly long enough,â Sam pointed the finger at you, the fury in her eyes not fading even slightly.
âHey, Sam wait!â Tara tried to stop her sister, but it was too late.
âOut right now. If I ever see you close to Tara things will not end well for you,â you had no doubts about just how serious Sam was and you saw Taraâs jaw dropping.
âWhat the fuck Sam?!â Tara screamed at her sister and quickly turned to you as you got up. âNo this isn't what I want!â she jumped to her feet after you and stepped in front of you. âHey, just listen to me, this isn't what I want,â it hurt you to see her like this, in pain and afraid, and her eyes already filling with tears.
For the first time since you came to the apartment you glared at Sam.
âCome on Sam give it girl a chance,â Chad tried to get her to see reason but a single glare shut him down.
âI will not risk Tara's safety,â Sam would not listen, in fact, she stood up as if to show you the way out. You swallowed the lump in your throat as Tara grabbed onto your hand to keep you from leaving, tears were falling down her face.
âI don't want this, please,â her hands trembled as she said that and for a moment you stopped glaring at Sam.
Your eyes softened and you gently brushed the tears off Taraâs face. âI know you,â whispered and leaned down to kiss her, Sam be damned. Tara relaxed into the kiss, realizing you werenât going to leave her, and she kissed your back and poured all of her love into that one single kiss. When you separated you turned to Sam returning her glare without flinching for a single moment.
Sam was intimidating there was no doubt about it, but this was a lot more important. âYou can try all you want, Sam, you will not scare me away. Got it? Drop the protective big sister bullshit because no one gets to make my girlfriend cry. Not even you,â the temperature in the room dropped when you said that and you could tell everyone just got on the verge of running away and you could not blame them.
Sam looked even more furious, she looked ready to spit fire and rain hell upon you, but you stood your ground. And to make your defiance even more clear you stepped around Tara and faced her sister head on with nothing blocking her path.
Sam remained silent for now, just glaring at you and you nodded, feeling like this ended about as well as it could. âGlad that's clear, Iâll see you later Sam,â you made your point clear, there was no reason to stick around because hanging out with Tara at this point, in this situation and in their apartment wouldnât do any good for anyone, you and Tara especially.
~X~
She absolutely won the lottery. She would never try to even purchase a ticket because all her luck was just spent on getting the most amazing, badass girlfriends she could ever hope for. Did the way you talked back to Sam make her wet? Yes, yes it did.
Would she have gone to her room to handle that if everyone else still wasnât at the apartment? Yes, she would have.
Would she do it tonight? Absolutely.
~X~
After what happened last week you and Tara kept seeing each other only at college, and that, more often than not, led to both of you just ditching the classes and getting coffee and croissants from a local bakery you both loved to visit. You did not expect that single decision to haunt you for the rest of the week. You both thought you were just that slick about it as you skipped several classes over the past week just so you spend time together and act like an actual couple instead of two people hiding from the world.
The world in this case being Tara's sister.
If Tara started failing classes because of her absence, well, that would be entirely on Sam.
~X~
Tara should have seen the trouble coming from a mile away. She just had too much fun today, walking with you in the park, grabbing breakfast, you even managed to catch a movie, and it was actually a good one! And to make things even better Tara couldn't keep her hand away from your own, constantly holding it as you went from one place to another.
And then the world just turned against her. She opened the doors and saw Sam expecting her with a stern look on her face, and arms crossed, sitting at the table in the kitchen.
She was in so much trouble.
âYou were with her, weren't you?â well she couldn't exactly confess, so she would at least try to deny it. What were the chances that Sam had an actual proof Tara skipped classes with you?
âWe were catching up on some lesson we missed, so classes got extended,â Tara lied a bit easier than she thought she would, but she figured the habits she picked up on while she was living with her mother were difficult to get rid of.
âDo not lie to me, Tara!â she flinched at Samâs shout. âI went to pick you up and you weren't there. And when I asked your classmates if you even came to the classes, they told me neither of you showed up today!â Tara was caught pretty much red-handed and Sam knew it.
Tara sighed and sat down across the table. âYou can't expect me to break up with her, Sam. I love her!â she was getting frustrated by Sam's behavior. Why couldn't her sister just let her go, just let her live her own life.
âTara, you don't love her, you don't even know her properly! She could be dangerous,â this paranoia had to stop, because Sam saw everyone that tried to approach Tara as an enemy, as someone Tara needed protection from.
âSam do you hear yourself?â Tara couldnât deal with it anymore. âWe are living with Quinn and she keeps bringing random guys to the apartment! Any one of them could be as psycho that just gets up one night and kills all three of us. You don't know those guys, yet you let Quinn bring them along!â Terra pointed out, exasperated by Sam not being able to see logic in her words, more importantly she was furious because Sam wouldn't trust her judgment.
She knew you. She had complete trust in you. And she got betrayed in a worse way than Sam did, after all while Richie was Samâs boyfriend, Amber has been Taraâs friend for over a decade by that point.
âThat isn't how Ghostface works and you know that,â Sam argued back. Ghostface this, Ghostface that. Tara was getting sick of it.
How could Sam not see it? âGhostface isn't the only psycho, Sam! I can't live my life fearing that anyone I meet is going to turn out to be a psychotic killer. I want to live Sam, I fell in love and I want to enjoy that! I want to be with Y/N!â she desperately hoped Sam would just for once listen to her.
Yet Sam acted like a broken record. âWe don't know her,â and Tara knew it wouldnât matter how long you spent trying to get Samâs trust. Sam would never know you âwell enoughâ, Sam wouldnât even try to get to know you.
âSo what? I'm just supposed to fall in love with Chad? Because who else is left?â Tara demanded, but she might as well be talking in an entirely different language.
âThis conversation is over, youâre grounded for a week,â Sam stood up and stormed into her room, leaving utterly flabbergasted Tara alone.
What a great way to spend the week off from classes.
~X~
Five days, thatâs how long this tortureâs been going on and Tara felt like she was about to lose her mind. And she was supposed to last an entire week?! The remaining two days felt like they would never end because each day seemed to drag out more than the previous one, even witconstant texting between the two of you. She turned in her bed for what felt like the hundredth time and her bed showed it. Messy twisted blanket, crumpled sheets, her head resting only on the corner of her pillow as she once again got on her back and stared at the ceiling. Sam was being unfair. Mindy had Anika, her and Sam were living with Quinn, who they didnât know beforehand, and Tara was sure Sam had something going on with that Danny guy, and Chad was also occasionally flirting with girls! She was the only one who couldnât have what she wanted.
Her phone buzzed and she immediately scrambled out of the blankets to take it. Curse her battery for needing to be charged! Tara quickly unlocked her phone and saw the message was from you.
Y/N: You need to see this!
Underneath it she saw the cutest Instagram reel of a puppy surrounded by ducklings.
Tara: đđđ They are so cute!
Your answer was immediate.
Y/N: Not as cute as certain someone, but itâll have to do đ
Tara fell back on her bed, a ridiculously wide smile already making its way to her face. Fuck, she missed you so much. âYeah? Certain someone?â she replied and her breath hitched when you sent her a selfie wearing a very soft looking shirt and grinning at her, and all of that could be manageable, if only Taraâs eyes didnât immediately go to your lips and she realized itâs been way too long since she got to kiss you. She needed to feel your lips on her own, on her neck, on⊠fuck, what if you went lower. She bit her lower lip, studying your face, imagining your smiles, the way you looked at her.
Y/N: Tara? Baby? Youâve left me on seen for five minutes
That message temporarily snapped her out of her daydreaming. Or would it be nightdreaming? She never really thought of the logic behind the word. And she was desperately trying to ignore the desire gradually, scratch that, rapidly building inside of her.
Tara: I miss you
She finally replied and glanced back at your selfie as you typed the response.
Y/N: I kiss you too
Y/N (edited): I miss you too
Tara burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth. âI saw it! Canât take it back!â she replied only to barely hold her laughter back when you just replied with âShit.â She smiled fondly, taking pity on you.
Tara: I want to kiss you too, so, so bad. I keep thinking about it and other things all the time
There, she confessed, knowing you were still prone to getting embarrassed and all shy about how affectionate Tara could get. Randomly kissing your cheek or hugging you when she knew you least expected was easily her favorite thing to do. The clear embarrassment on your face and the hitched breath, and especially the way you would freeze for a moment kept Tara entertained.
You had your own ways to mess with her, though she suspected you werenât doing it on purpose. You would just go ahead and pull her chair out for her to sit, or bring her favorite coffee along when you would meet up and it was really messing her up to feel so cared for after years of neglect. It was yet another reason why she was so mad at Sam because she feared she wouldnât be able to forgive her sister if Samâs suspicious nature chased you away.
Y/N: Other things?
Hook, line, and sinker.
Tara opened her camera and switched to video. She winked at it and then turned it lower, to her waist, making sure to capture every detail as she unbuttoned her jeans and just brushed her fingers over the zipper, taunting you. She slowly panned the camera up her body while trailing the path with her hand. âOther things,â she was well aware of the sliver of her skin the camera caught when she pushed her shirt up. âVery specific things,â she whispered as seductively as she could, which, well, she didnât have experience with seducing people, but she knew sheâd get the desired effect with you as her hand brushing between her breasts moved the shirt in a way that emphasized her cleavage. And then she returned the camera to her face to show you she was lightly biting the corner of her lower lip.
She didnât hesitate one moment before sending it.
You saw the message immediately, yet you didnât respond, and Tara may have been stuck between getting nervous and completely confident in her charms. Minutes later she finally saw you typing.
Y/N: Tara
She could hear the exasperation in your message, yet she just sent âYes, Baby? đ„șâ
Y/N: Look at you acting all innocent
Yeah, she knew she was being rather mischievous. Even more so when she just replied with: âBut I am all innocentâ she waited a moment, imagining you rolling your eyes and not immediately noticing the word play.
Tara: All innocent and inexperienced, just waiting for you to touch me
She put her phone under her shirt and took a photo, making sure there was just enough light to tease the details of her bra and sent it to you.
Your reply made her squeeze her thighs together. You sent her another photo, this time of you in front of a mirror, your hand covering the bulge in your pants and Tara caught herself wondering, and not for the first time, how big you were.
âDonât tease me,â she sent you a voice message, whining as she cupped her breast, as her mind created the images of you taking her, fucking her. Instead of a message you actually called her and she resisted cursing because she was about to unzip her jeans and slip her hand inside. âHey,â she whispered, trying to figure out if she could still do it.
âIâm teasing? Do you have any idea what you did to me?â your voice sounded strained an she knew you were in just as much of a dilemma as she was, only you seemed to be stronger than her, because if she didnât do something about the lust she felt she wouldnât be able to fall asleep.
âI know,â she admitted, biting back a moan as she slipped her hand into her jeans and teased her pussy over her panties. Fuck, she was already wet. âY/N,â if only you were here with her, touching her, fucking her. âAre you hard?â
âWhat do you think?â you replied and she knew the answer. âI havenât seen you in five days and the first thing you send me is that fucking video,â oh, you were cursing. She really got to you and you were definitely getting to her as she pushed her panties aside and slid her fingers through her wet folds.
âYou started it,â Tara tried to defend herself.
âIt was an innocent selfie!â you exclaimed just as she brushed the tip of her finger over her clit.
âFuck, if we donât stop neither of us will be innocent by tomorrow morning,â she moaned into the pillow, stuck between the urge to make herself cum and just sneak out and go to you.
âShit, maybe we shouldnât stop,â she could hear the faint sound of you stroking your cock and probably would have wondered if you could hear her too, but more importantly she made her decision.
âIâll be there in ten,â she absolutely despised herself for pulling her hand out of her jeans and ending the call, but she would quickly get rid of that feeling, she just needed to get to you first.
~X~
You met in front of your apartment with Tara immediately jumping into your arms and kissing you, and you found yourself being pushed against the wall next to your doors as she deepened the kiss. âFuck, finally,â she groaned, pressing her body against yours. âY/N,â she moaned your name, and you felt her grinding against you, not even waiting to get inside.
The effort it took to actually slow down and take her to your bedroom should be studied, but you couldnât let your first time be rough and quick. No, Tara deserved a lot more than that. âEasy, Tara, letâs just go inside,â you barely put your hand over your mouth to quiet the moan when she nibbled on your neck.
âI need you,â she whined, but allowed you to pull her into the apartment and toward the bedroom.
âI know, I know, I need you too,â you confessed, uncomfortably hard, and it only got worse when Tara pushed you onto the bed and straddled your lap. âBut we can take as much time as we want, just take it slow and enjoy our first time instead of rushing through it.â
She felt it when she jumped into your arms, and now that she was straddling your lap. This was what she wanted for so long, yet now that she was looking at you the words you spoke echoed through her mind. Yeah, she would really enjoy that, just taking things slow for once. Slow and steady.
She leaned down, kissing you softly as she brushed her fingers over the fabric of your shirt, reaching up to your shoulders and squeezing lightly when you wrapped your arms around her. âYou sure youâll be able to hold back,â she asked when she pulled back, you were very hard after all.
You ran your fingers through her hair and looked her in the eyes. âIâm not holding anything back,â you promised and kissed her again. Your lips felt so soft, and Tara moaned, she truly missed this feeling. You slid your hand down to her neck and Tara let out a shuddering sigh as she lifted her head up and made it easier for you to kiss her neck. This was good, this was familiar. Making out with you always left her needy and this time wasnât an exception as she felt the heat pooling in her core. âY-Y/N,â she whimpered when you bit her neck slightly, just the way she liked it and Tara slowly began grinding on you. âJust like that,â she whispered as you dragged your tongue up her neck, soothing the burning skin.
âYouâre so beautiful,â you were mesmerized by her, captivated by her beauty. Her breathy moans felt like the most beautiful melody ever created and you were the one causing them. You pulled her shirt up just enough to slip your hands underneath it. You felt the slight shiver of her body as she squirmed a bit at your touch.
âYour hands are a bit cold,â she giggled as your fingertips brushed along her sides. âY/N, that tickles,â she smacked you slightly on the shoulder and saw the grin on your face. âGoofball,â she kissed you quickly.
âSorry,â you muttered, only half-serious as Tara sat up and slowly, in the most tormenting, teasing way possible, took her shirt and bra off. âFuck,â she looked gorgeous and there was no way your eyes werenât giving your thoughts away because you couldnât get them off her body.
Tara smiled at that, sheâs shown you her scars before, so she wasnât worried about your reaction, but this? She was definitely getting an ego boost from this reaction, and the way your cock twitched against her pussy. âYou want me, Y/N? Take me,â she said it. âDo anything you want with me,â and in return sheâd do anything she wanted with you and there were plenty of things she wanted, so many in fact she knew you couldnât do it all tonight.
You cleared your throat and nodded as you sat up yourself and then flipped the two of you around so you were on top of Tara. You looked her in the eyes as you leaned down and, while cupping her breast, licked her already hard nipple. Tara took your own shirt and bra off and watched you as you sucked on her breast while she ran her fingers through your hair, encouraging you to keep going. Her other hand found your breasts and she brushed her thumb against your nipple.
Your tangled bodies moved together. Every touch of your hands left her skin burning, left her body more desperate for your touch, every single brush of your fingers drove her mad with desire. And she still didnât take her jeans or panties off. Your hand went lower until your fingers tugged at her jeans, teasing her and making her moan. âNeed you,â she whispered and felt you nodding as your unzipped her jeans and pulled them down.
âYouâre soaking wet,â you grunted as you slowly rubbed her pussy over her panties. Tara dared to believe you could slip your cock inside her without any troubles with how wet she was if only you werenât so big. You pulled your hand out of her jeans, making her immediately whine.
âY/N, donât tease me, please,â she begged, but luckily you just took a moment to take her jeans and panties off and strip the rest of your clothes as well.
âThatâs your specialty,â you got back on top of her and pushed two fingers inside her pussy, and if she wasnât as aroused as she was she would probably be embarrassed at how easily your fingers slipped in. Your fingers felt so good inside her as you continued kissing and caressing her body and Tara lay there, a moaning mess before your cock was even inside her. She reached down and wrapped her hand around your cock, there was precum leaking out of it as she rubbed the tip with her thumb. âDonât, I wonât last if you do that,â you bit her shoulder a bit rougher than you intended. âI want to cum when Iâm inside you,â you said while bringing her close to her orgasm.
âMe too then. Put it in me, Iâm ready,â she spread her legs for you and kissed you as you blindly reached for the drawer next to your bed and grabbed the condom on top of it. If she didnât quite literally tell you you would be having sex she would have teased you, but as it was she just wanted you to put it on and fuck her.
âAre you sure youâre ready?â you asked as you lined your cock up with the entrance to her pussy. And oh, she was ready, soaking wet, she probably wouldnât even feel any pain. Tara nodded and kissed you once more as she hugged you tightly. She felt the tip of your cock sliding into her pussy and moaned, breaking the kiss and leaning her head back on your pillow.
âY- Ah! Y/N!â she cried out your name, her fingertips digging into the back of your head, her back arching as you wrapped one arm around her and used the other to hold onto her hip.
âYouâre taking me so well, Tara,â you whispered in her ear and finally, finally, she took all of you. She was close before, but now, feeling this full, she knew she was right on the edge.
You knew you couldnât last for long like this. Taraâs warm, wet pussy engulfed you and you tried to focus on something else, to prolong this, but there was no way you could do that, so, you moved your hand from her hip to her clit and began rubbing as you slowly began thrusting into her, hoping you could get her to cum before you did. You would hold back until she cums, you promised that to yourself.
âIâm so close,â Tara moaned. âLook at me,â she pleaded, and you immediately complied as you looked into each otherâs eyes, your bodies moving in the perfect sync as she began meeting your thrusts. Her orgasm kept building up, slow and steady, like your entire lovemaking was tonight, and with each thrust she could see you were getting close as well. âY/N,â she moaned your name, no longer conscious of how much time you spent like that. She just knew that at one point she came, loud and hard, as your sweat covered bodies pressed together and she felt you cumming as well with a moan of your own.
She was absolutely spent. Satisfied with this being her first time. There would be other nights or days for longer lovemaking with multiple orgasms. In her head, and she truly hoped, in yours too, this was perfect.
Tara held onto you, feeling happier than sheâs been in a long time. The blissful feeling consuming her entirely as you pulled your cock out and she glanced down at the filled condom. Maybe it was just her orgasm affecting her brain but she couldnât help but think how one day, when youâre both ready, youâll be cumming deep inside her. âBaby, Y/N,â she hummed as you caught your breath on top of her and she gently scratched the back of your head.
You lowered your head a bit and kissed her shoulder. âYou were incredible,â you whispered, peppering her shoulder and the side of her neck with soft butterfly kisses. âTara,â you whispered her name like it was your own, personal salvation. âI love you so much,â it wasnât the first time you said those words, but it felt so good to hear them.
âI love you too, Y/N,â she tilted your chin up and kissed you on the lips, just as soft as everything tonight was. âI never thought sex would feel this good,â she admitted. There was no pain, no holding back, it consumed her entirely and all she could feel was your love for her as you took her innocence.
You chuckled. âTell me about it,â you rolled onto your back and pulled Tara on top of you so you could rest while still holding her.
Tara had other ideas, turning both of you so you were lying on the side. âThere, thatâs better,â she whispered and leaned in, closing the distance between you. You would need to get up soon, clean up, take care of the mess you made, but she could bask in your warmth for a bit longer. Especially when you began rubbing her back, soothing her, keeping her feeling good. âI love how gentle and loving you were,â she whispered as she snuggled up to you, aware that, while she did absolutely enjoy the gentle sex she wasnât opposed to getting a bit rougher sooner or later. She wanted to feel it all with you, to try everything and anything you were both comfortable with.
âIt felt right,â you hummed, focusing on holding her and occasionally kissing wherever you could reach at the moment. While Tara showered you with love through words, you preferred touch, and it worked for both of you perfectly. Tara who was starved for touch, you who were starved for words of affirmation, I was a match made in heaven in her mind.
You stayed like that for some time, easily fifteen minutes, if not closer to twenty. Just cuddling and loving one another before you finally went to clean up, not leaving the shared shower until all the hot water had run out.
A/N: Well... Sam may have been a tiny bit over the top/out of character for the sake of the plot đ€Łđ€Ł
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Torture
Warnings: smut, mdni, Heeseung is mean, teasing, hair pulling, names calling, desperate reader, blowjob, cum in the mouth, unprotected sex.
Heeseung couldn't help the smirk on his lips while watching you struggle in front of him, pressing your legs together so tight, your eyes stuck on the screen in front you, so helpless, chewing on ur lips so hard it made his cock twitch , loving the way you react to his dirty texts, trying to look normal whenever someone adressed you, looking so confused, so lost as if you were in another dimension.
He eyed you from the corner of the table, sitting far away from you on purpose to make you struggle more while he kept typing how he wants to have you, how he'd just go under that table and eat you out without anyone noticing, how'd love to fuck you in front of all these people to show them who u belong to. Nothing could beat the way your eyes widen whenver you read those texts, looking around as if anyone would caught you before biting ur lips and fanning yourself, clearly imagining those things happening.
His tongue darts on his lips everytime you makes eye contact with him begging his with ur puppy eyes to stop teasing you but he wouldn't do that yet, he wants to see u reach ur limit, curious as to what you'd do once u r beyond frustrated and his eyes lit up when you excused urself to the bathroom, following you immediately not giving you the chance to even close the door before he hooped up, pinning you against the said wood, his hand going bellow ur dress to feel ur wetness and the chuckle he let then made your eyes roll, you were so sentive, so horny, so desperate for his touch, you whimpered, begged for him to do something, anything but he just kept his hand on your pussy urging you to grind on it, his brows raised in amusement at the way your face scrunches up while u desperately tried to get off but it wasnt enough, his hands didnt move, just kept holding you.
You had to use his body to grind on and it made him feel like a tree trunk. You were so pathetic and desperate, clinging on his arms, his neck, anything just to keep him in place while humping him, your head leaning against the door. "Look at you, so needy, grinding on me like a dog in heat" his voice was so low and raspy, his words going straight to your core. Your hands reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he stopped you making you whine "nah, princess, if you want it you should earn it" you didn't think twice about getting on your knees, ignoring how close you were and looking at him up with teary eyes "please" you whispered and he shook his head "not enough" he said while his thumb caressed ur lips, so soft, so plump. You opened ur mouth and took his finger in, sucking on it while your tongue swirled around it and his eyes were fixed on your lips, his dick was throbbing and all he wanted was to fuck your mouth but he wanted to torture you more, he pulled his fingers away and your eyes widened when he turned around to open the door.
Just when he was about to leave you got up and locked the door, pushing him inside, his brows raised as you dropped back on your knees and looked up at him, this time not only begging, but pleading. "P-please, i'll do anything, anything, please i wanna choke on your cock, i want you to use me, please" his hand went on your hair and tugged, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke "that's more like it slut" and you didn't hesitate before unbucking his belt, opening his zipper, pulling his cock out of his boxers and wrapping your lips around him.
Heeseung threw his head back and closed his eyes as you took him deeper, hollowing ur cheeks and licking the underside of his cock, sucking his precum like a thirsty dog. Your eyes were tearing up as his hands gripped your hair tighter, using your mouth as he pleased, fucking into it and making u gag, not giving a damn about the fact that the both of you were supposed to be back, that there were people waiting for you, all he cared about was cumming inside ur pretty little mouth, his head snapped down to look at your face, ur pretty red lips, ur swollen eyes, the way u kept staring up at him, moaning around him. And his heart skipped a beat, you looked so good on ur knees for him, he was about to burst. His hips stuttered, his grip tightening, his breath becoming irregular as he spilled down your throat and u were so obedient not wasting a drop of his cum.
He pulled you up to stand in front of him and wiped the tears off ur cheeks, cupping ur face, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. "My beautiful girl" he whispered while kissing ur lips, tasting himself on them, his tongue dancing with yours while his hand was groping your ass, kneading the flesh and his teeth tugging on your bottom lip, biting it. His other hand was travelling down and you couldn't help but whimper when he inserted a finger inside of you. "I knew it" he groaned, "i knew my dirty slut would be soaked for me, isn't that right baby?" He was finger fucking you slowly, torturously, his thumb circling around ur clit for a while before he added another finger stretching you, and your eyes rolled back as he increased the pace of his thrusts, as he kept hitting your spot over and over again and you found yourself cuming around his fingers, crying his name, clinging onto his shoulder for support, and he kept going, milking every last bit of pleasure from you. Once u came down from ur high, he took his fingers out and sucked them clean, licking them one by one, tasting u on his tongue and moaning around them. It was the hottest thing u've ever witnessed.
Not giving you time to admire him more he turned you around, bending you on the sink. His hands were on ur ass, caressing, fondling, kneading the flesh, making you whimper, the sound was so sweet and soft and it made his cock twitch. He pulled ur panties aside and entered you, no warning, no prep, he just shoved himself deep inside you, and the feeling of being stretched by him made u cry out, it was so loud that he had to cover ur mouth with his hand to stop the others from hearing you. He didn't even give you the chance to get used to him before he started moving, pounding into you hard, his grip was so tight, you couldn't help the tears rolling down ur cheeks, it hurt so good. "Fuck, you're always so tight, baby, always so good for me" he growled, "such a perfect little cocksleeve" his words made your head spin your pussy clenching around his thickness, as he kept hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.
You were already close to your release when he pulled your hair back, making u stand straight, still holding ur waist, his hand going up to grab your throat, choking you lightly while pounding into you, his breath was ragged, his lips right next to ur ear "imagine if they hear us" and you whined, "you can't be that loud, princess, i'll have to punish you if they do" and your eyes widened, his hold on ur neck getting a little tighter, his pace speeding up, and you came undone, a silent scream leaving your lips as he kept thrusting through your high. He wasn't finished though, he didn't slow down, he kept going until he was chasing his own release, spilling inside of you, filling you up.
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having rindou as a clingy, needy fwb
content: safe sex, sexting, suggestive pics, rindou is a horny guy, needy guy, clingy guy, implied possessive rindou, fem!reader
a/n: ive been so inactive im so sorry guys i feel so bad :( uni has been literally kicking my BOOOOOTYYYY anyway enjoy this quick one shot with rindou :))
Heâs bold.
You set the shopping bag down on the floor by your bed and began to unpack its contents, ready for a mini fashion show in front of your mirror when your phone chimed by your bedside table.
You were halfway with taking your top off when you heard the buzz and walked over to it and grabbed it.
rinnn wyd
You smiled at his random text message, eyes trained on your screen as you sat backwards onto your bed and texted back.
you Just came back from shopppinggg
Setting your phone down, youâre about to stand back up to head towards your mirror when he responds at lightspeed. Oh he must be so bored today, you snigger and decide to text him back.
rinnn What you get?
you Cant tell you thattttt Too personal
rinnn What was it? Lingerie?
you Oh um
rinnn No way. Pfft yeah right
you WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN????
rinnn Nothing i just cant see you in that at all
you Well its trueÂ
rinnn Sureeee Lemme see it
you Ok wait one second
You stand up from your bed and walk over to your bag, grab the lacy bra and matching panties set and place it flat on your bed. It took longer than a second to snap the photo as you wanted it to look perfect and presentable so you spent longer actually wiping stray crumbs from your bed, closing your curtains to get perfect lighting, straightening out your bedsheets in order to get the perfect photo.
Once you were pleased, you hopped back onto your bed and sent the photo to Rindou. As expected, since it took longer than you said to send the photo he went offline and you huffed impatiently. Ten minutes later your phone was buzzing and you zoomed for it eagerly, only for your smile to fade when you saw his response.
rinnn Thats not what i meant
you WDYM?????
rinnn Did you get it for your boyfriend?
you You know damn well i dont have a boyfriend
rinnn Lmfao i know. just checking
you what???
rinnn Show me the fit tho
you I did
rinnn Put it on
you ohâŠOHH Sure okayâŠ
You werenât expecting that at all honestly. Yet the idea of putting it on for Rindou weirdly turned you on. You bit your lip and stared down at the lacy material laid on your bed and slowly began to strip off your shirt and bottoms. Once it was on, you quickly walked up to the mirror and examined how it looked on you.Â
It was the cheapest matching set available in store and you werenât rich by any means so itâll have to do. You quickly grabbed your phone and snapped a photo of you standing in the mirror.Â
The photo was horrible. You were stiff, awkward and you accidentally took the photo in the middle of blinking. You wanted to cry but you couldnât find the confidence left in yourself to retake it, so you cropped your face out and sent the photo to Rindou without a second thought.Â
It all happened so quickly that you failed to realise the gravity of what you just did until you saw Rindou read the message. Your eyes widened and you tossed your phone across the room, flopping instantly onto your bed and thrashing between the sheets for a minute or two to let your frustrations and anxieties out.Â
It was the first time you ever sent someone intimate photos and you made a promise to your younger self that youâd wait until you were in an official relationship to do that. But here you were sending them to your best friend just because you wanted his approval for reasons that were beyond you.
Your phone buzzed minutes later and you peeked an eye open at your phone from across the room, took a deep breath then reached for it.
rinnn Damn u look so sexy right now
you Lol stop Thank you tho
rinnn Send another
you Desperate much?
rinnn Coming from the girl buying lingerie for herself
you Nothing wrong with that :( But fine wait
You feel exceptionally giddy when you stand up from your bed, your confidence rising back up in copious amounts as you waddle towards your mirror. This time, you recorded a short video of you from side to side, showing off your assets as seductively as you possibly could before sending it to him.
His response only spurs you on even more.
rinnn Would u kill me if i was hard rn
you Probably yes Flattered, but yes
rinnn How would u kill me?
you Choke you maybe. Or like suffocation and prolong it as long as i can
rinnn With your thighs? I wont mind that
Your face flushes as your thumbs freeze over your keyboard.
you OML YOURE SO HORNY I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT
rinnn Thats how i took itÂ
you Yeah i know, you weirdo
rinnn How would you suffocate me though?
you With my hands duhhhhhh. Actually maybe a pillow. More surface area.
rinnn Youâll be on top of me?
The image of you on top of him with your hands around his throat plagued your mind and you were lost for words for the third time tonight. It didnât even occur to you that you were sexting your best friend.
you If that's how you want to go out then yes
rinnn It is
you Then i will
rinnn Good
You This escalated so fast Goodbye rindouÂ
Heâs needy.
His phone is ringing.Â
Rindouâs phone is ringing whilst heâs on top of you, lips kissing and sucking your soft skin just under your jaw as his cock thrusts slowly into you. Your hands are playing with his hair, running your fingers through them, scratching at his scalp when his cock reaches that spot inside you with enough force to tease, not satisfy you.Â
Youâd been begging him to go rougher, want to hear the loud slap of his hips against yours but heâd been so adamant on taking his sweet time, like his phone hasnât been ringing for the last thirty seconds.
âRinnnnnn,â you grumble irritatedly, the soft strokes you were doing on his hair now turned to a full on tug , as harsh as you could, with enough force to completely still his lips on your neck.Â
He pulls away from you and lifts himself up onto his arms, looking down at you with a peeved expression on his face.
âWhat.â His hips still donât still, thrusting ever so slightly into you but keeps on managing to hit that spot regardless and see your eyes roll as you bite down your lip to stifle a moan.Â
Unlinking your arms from around his neck, you try to reach over to the bedside table but your arms are too short. Grumbling, you try to shift and Rindou just stills entirely, watching you grab his phone that was face down as it rang continuously for the last minute.Â
Missed call: Dad
Missed call: Dad
Your eyebrows raise as you read the contact and turn the phone towards Rindou. He clicks his tongue, irritated your attention is off him and grabs the phone.Â
âItâs just my old man, who cares?â He tosses the phone backwards on the bed, this time you canât reach it if it rings again and his thrusts restart, slowly rolling his hips into your core.
âWhat if it's important?â you mumble, your voice shaky when he relowers himself on you, kissing your lips softly. âRinââ Your words keep getting swallowed by his lips and he doesnât stop kissing you until you finally give in.Â
He grabs onto your hand and lifts it, nestling it on top of his head and moves your fingers to play with his hair. You got the hint and began stroking his hair again, loving the way he hums into your mouth whenever you tug at his hair.
You were finally submitting to him again, his phone long forgotten in your mind and he grins before pulling away from the kiss to reattach his lips back onto your neck, adding more to the marks he left on your neck prior.
âRin faster please,â you whine, trying to lift your hips to feel his cock deeper inside you but heâs quicker. A firm hand pressing down on your hips to keep them flat on the bed.
âStop being so needy,â he says, voice muffled as he doesnât stop sucking down your throat.Â
âIâm needy? Says the one whoâs been kissing me and having me play with your hair for the lastââ You grab your phone that was under his pillow and check the time. You got here around five p.m and it's now close to six. ââhour.â
âWere you not complaining you barely get aftercare during sex? All those other boys you were with practically discarded you, now Iâm doing it and you have a problem?â His hand runs on the underside of your right breast before cupping it, squeezing it in his hand, enjoying the way you shiver momentarily. âMake up your fuckinâ mind.âÂ
His tongue licks at your nipple and your body jerks briefly before stilling as he sucks on your soft nipple till it hardens.Â
âThatâsânot the same and you know it, Rin.â you huff, unable to think of a comeback; not when heâs treating you like this. He chuckles and bites gently on your breast.
All you can think of as you toss your head back is the feeling of his soft lips on your breast, his tongue licking at your nipple, sending static down your entire body.Â
His mouth is hot against your skin and you find yourself subconsciously lifting your chest higher to feel more of his mouth.Â
Your hands grab onto his face and lift him to look at you before pulling him towards you for a kiss. His hand rests on the headboard behind you as your needy mouth moves against his.Â
You take the time to run your fingers along his sides, dragging them along his bare back thatâs far too clean for your liking, not enough scratch marks like usual. If only heâd actually fuck you like you wanted.
This time, your phone starts to ring beside you and you pull away, breaking the kiss and completely missing the way Rindou rolls his eyes as you instantly go to answer it.
âHello?â
Bored, Rindou bends back down to your neck only to have you press your spare hand against his mouth, looking sternly at him and shaking your head.
âOh hi Kakucho. Yes, Rindouâs with me.âÂ
Rindou gives you a confused look and you shrug before listening intently at your phone. âOh really? Yeah, weâre not busy right now. Iâll tell him. Okay, bye.â You hang up and put your phone back on the bed.
âWhy did you lie?â Rindou asks.
âKakucho said he needs you for something. I donât know what, he wonât tell me.âÂ
âOkay? Iâm still busy though.â He pins you back down to the bed when you go to sit up. âIâll fuck you for real this time. Let me finish.âÂ
As if to prove his point he shifts backwards, grabbing your ankles and lifting your legs to rest on his shoulder. He leans forward and his cock instantly slides deeper than before; you moan loudly.
 âRight there?â He rolls his hips again, testing. You nod rapidly, breathless and thatâs all he needs before snapping his hips recklessly.Â
Your walls flutter around the condom with each thrust and he canât get enough of how good you feel around him. He buries his head between your shoulder and his pillow and listens to your moans, how loud and shaky they get when his hips press firmly against yours.Â
âIâm close,â you say softly, biting down on your lip.
âMe too. Shit.âÂ
His orgasm comes faster than heâd expected, his seed spilling out into the condom when you moan his name softly as your own walls spasm from your own orgasm. He lays on top of you momentarily before remembering Kakuchoâs call and reluctantly lifts himself off you.
He slides off the bed and you lift your jelly legs up to sit upright, watching him change back into his clothes.Â
âWhat time will you be back?â you ask, resting your chin on your arm perched on top of your knee.Â
âNot sure to be honest. I donât even know what these people want.â He fixes his belt. âWhy? Youâll miss me?â he adds with a smirk and you roll your eyes,
âOther way around Rindou.â
âMhm sure .â Fully dressed, he fixes his hair thatâs been ruffled from earlier. âCâmere.âÂ
You slide off the bed and walk over to him. He cups your cheek and pulls you closer, gently kissing you.Â
You pull away after a few moments and push him towards the door. âGet out already. Stop stalling and go see your friends.â
He laughs before closing the door.
He canât keep his hands off you.
Rindou has his arm wrapped around your shoulder, keeping sure your body is pressed against his side the entire party. If you wanted to get a drink, heâll be with you with his arm around your shoulder. Itâs a friendly gesture, what can he say?Â
 If you wanted to play beer pong with his friends, his arm is around your hip, standing behind you, close enough so that your ass constantly brushes his crotch whenever you make any sort of movement.Â
His friends all look at him like he canât be serious. Ran canât even think of a time heâs seen you without Rindouâs arm around you honestly. Itâs gotten that far.
If youâre sitting on the couch, Rindouâs arm is around your waist, making sure youâre sitting as close to him as possible. What can he say, he just wants to make space for others on the couch. Heâs a generous guy.
Youâre currently in the bathroom, fixing your hair up to get ready to step into the pool.Â
Rindouâs watching you as he sits on the edge of the bathtub, shamelessly running his eyes along your body in your bathing suit. Youâre not oblivious to his staring, only used to it at this point. Itâs not like you donât stare at him too whenever heâs shirtless.Â
Itâs only admiration .
Rindou stands up and stands behind you as you take your earrings out, his chest right against your back as you look at him through the mirror.
âYou good?â you ask, concerned. Heâs been silent the entire time youâve been changing.
âYeah. Why wouldnât I be?â he murmurs, distracted by the thin strap of your bathing suit. He canât help but wonder how something so thin can be sturdy enough to hold up in the waters. The last thing he wants is for it to come loose and have your entire chest exposed in front of all his friends.
âI dunno Rin. Youâve been really quiet since Sanzu mentioned swimmingââ
âIsnât this a little flimsy?â he cuts you off, ignoring you in favour of tugging at your strap.
âYou think?â You tug at the other one and wonder. âI think itâll be fine. Actually! Could you tighten the strings at the back?â You reach behind your back and gesture at it.
âSure.â His voice is low as he unties the straps and begins tying them again but tighter. Halfway, he stops and you donât notice until youâve fully taken out your earrings, feeling your bikini top begin to slip.Â
âUh, Rin?â You feel him moving the straps off your shoulder but before you can question it, heâs turning you around and hoisting you up onto the bathroom counter. âRin. What are youââ
He leans forward, entrapping in a kiss that has you shutting up instantly. His hand palms your breast through your bikini top thatâs on the verge of falling to the floor.Â
Your hands move to the side of his face and hold him close to you as he slips between your legs, his hand dropping to rest at your hips. His tongue plays with yours, licking into your mouth and you have to fight to keep the soft moan rising in your throat down as you ran your hands down the plane of his chest, gripping at the waistband of his shorts to tug him closer.
Your bikini top finally falls to the floor and it feels so good to have his hand caressing your bare breast.Â
A loud knock at the door startles you; Rindou remains unfazed, only irritated at being interrupted.Â
âWhat the fuck do you want?â Rindou yells at the door.
âWeâre about to get in the pool. You guys coming or not?!â Sanzu yells back from the other end.
Rindou turns back to you and you shrug, not really minding what you do. His eyes drop down to your lips, your bare chest, your legs, then his dick thatâs been hard in his shorts for the last five minutes.
âWeâll see you in a bit.â Rindou kisses you again, lifting you off the counter slightly to slide the rest of your bikini off.
âWeâre busy right now.â
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college!pervy!patrick stealing your underwear 18+
it's pure fucking luck when it happens.
art wouldn't stop complaining about having to take his dirty laundry to the communal room on his dorm floor that housed all the washers and dryers. patrick doesn't know why the fuck he offered to take it up for him in the first place, to shut art up? to make him happy?
who gives a shit anyways cause while he's taking arts stupidly full hamper to the laundry room and following the half-assed directions given to him, he bumps right into someone as soon as he steps foot through the already open door. when he cranes his head around the edge of art's hamper he nearly jumps with fucking joy at what, or more-so who, greets him.
he knew who you were already. art wouldn't stop blowing up his phone with texts about "the hot new chick with an out of this world backhand and a killer fucking rack!". so as soon as he got off the bus in cali and stepped foot in art's cushy dorm room he obviously demanded he take him to one of your matches, and holy fucking shit.
you absolutely obliterate the poor girl on the opposite side of the net. running her up and down the court like a chicken with its head cut off while you stay calm and collected.
he could come just watching your perfect form as you hammer another excellent serve at your opponent, but something has to be said for the fucking outfit you're wearing. the tight tank of your dress does show off your, now proven, killer fucking rack but goddamn that skirt should be illegal. even the flowy pleated fabric can't hide the thick curve of your ass underneath, bouncing as you take off to chase after the ball.
he's white knuckling the edges of his seat the entire match, using every ounce of willpower in his body to not pop a boner in the middle of the fucking stands and even more willpower to not look over at the smug fucking grin plastered on art's face as he watches him. safe to say, you've been on his mind ever since.
now, you stand in front of him holding your own hamper with an apologetic smile on your face.
"shit, i'm so sorry. i didn't even see you." you say, way too chipper for 9 a.m on a sunday.
patrick is the epitome of a cocky, arrogant asshole. he has girls in nearly every state practically begging to choke on his dick without him so much as raising a finger in their direction. he's beyond smooth. he has every sleazy line known to man on the tip of his tongue at all times, yet when he goes to speak he can't manage anything besides a weak mutter of, "s'alright." he mentally punches himself in the balls for letting your bambi eyes and dick sucking lips get the better of him.
you give him a nod and one last friendly smile before stepping around him and making your way down the hallway. patrick watches in damn near agony as you go, ponytail swinging behind you in time with the sway of your hips.
patrick lets out an all suffering groan, dropping his head to his chest in defeat. "fucking dumbass.' he admonishes himself quietly, letting himself wallow in misery before making to take a step forward when suddenly he spots something out of the corner of his eye.
it takes him a few seconds to register just what he's staring at, but when it clicks he nearly has a fucking heart attack. there on the floor lays a pair of lacy white panties, your lacy white panties. it takes him all of a millisecond to drop art's hamper on the floor carelessly and practically dive to snatch them up. as soon as his fingers touch the fabric he can feel himself chubbing up in his sweats. he runs his fingertips over the hem, feeling the familiar rough texture that was snug against your body so recently makes sparks go off near the base of his spine.
when patrick hears lively conversation and footsteps heading his way he shoves the panties in his pocket and snatches art's hamper off the floor to start haphazardly shoving his clothes in the washer.
when he finally re-enters art's dorm room he's met with his best friends face staring at him suspiciously. "what the fuck took you so long?" art questions, brow raised as he watches patrick stumble over to his bed and plop down a little too roughly. patrick's reply is simple.
âgot lost."
it's only later, when he's back on the train heading for his latest stop and digging into his pocket in search of his lighter that he feels it. the lacy fabric of your panties still stuffed deep into his pocket. his breath hitches in his throat and before he knows what he's doing he's up like a shot and speed walking to the back of the cart.
he's in the bathroom a mere five seconds before he's ripping his fly down and furiously stroking his hard as steel cock in a cramped train bathroom he can barely stand up fully in. it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before he's busting in the fucking sink with your dainty white panties balled up in his fist and held against his nose as he inhales so heavily he might fucking pass out.
patrick has already found, and requested you, on facebook by the time he makes it back to his seat.
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big shout outs to @yuenity @callsign-artemis @ebodebo (who each put up with me ranting about this so wonderfully love you guys mwah)
#â đŻđąđ”đąđđȘđą đžđłđȘđ”đŠđŽ âĄ#i literally put the pedal to the metal on this one#i wrote it in like an hour#i'm so obsessed with him its not even funny#like i need to be put away#genuinely#or diagnosed with hysteria#it's so bad#challengers smut#challengers movie#challengers#challengers fanfic#patrick zweig#patrick zweig x reader#patrick zweig x you#patrick zweig imagine#patrick zweig smut#patrick zweig fic
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HAII SRRY HAVENT TALK IN WHIE THOUGHT U HAD SM WORK DO
imagine geto seein his ex girlfriend (you) with gojo and he like beyond pissed so he sends gojo a threat? and gojo sees the threat and sends a video of you and him in bed and he captions it has "she busy bro" and geto cant help but save the video cause you look so pretty in it
HAHAH
đ± anon strikes again!!
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oh we a bitch for this one with the 'just because it doesn't work out with him, doesn't mean it won't work out with his best friend.'
this could be a full blow angst though because listen. suguru deflected, leaving you behind without so much of an explanation. when you confronted him all he said was "you heard from shoko right?" he owed you so much explaining and gave you none. you had been there with him, doing your best trying to help him though his rut, ensuring you were always there for him but apparently that wasn't enough and he left anyway. as if it was that easy.
so out of pure hurt and a little twinge of pettiness in you, you resort to sleeping with satoru. satoru, the one who pushed aside his feelings for you knowing you and suguru loved each other. satoru, who had always put his best friends before himself.
but he takes what he can get. he also needed the comfort, if it meant having you and finding traces of his own grieve for suguru in you then, no matter how wrong it is, he'll take it.
what he didn't expect though, was a text from his very best friend who put up a barrier between the both of them. that said barrier now broken and satoru does not know whether to feel relieved, guilty or infuriated.
suguru: sleeping with her? really? how cheap.
satoru: not cheaper than a guy who left her without an explanation.
suguru: very funny. stay away from her satoru.
satoru: or what?
satoru: [video] she's loving every part of it. look how pretty she is.
suguru: don't hurt her any more than i did. don't use her or i will do something we both don't want to.
satoru: im not using her. i wanted this. you know damn well i always loved her.
what satoru didn't know however was suguru saving the video. suguru would never admit it but he hates the way his throat goes dry and the way he couldn't help but feel blood rush to his cock at the way his bestfriend ruined his ex girlfriend so lewdly in the very same bed he himself had his ways with you.
hieee ive honestly been a bit more occupied than usual with practicals and i have exams by the end of this month BUT i will never be too busy for you ;P
#đș anon#THE WAYYYY I GIGGLED WRITING THIS#im too far gone#i need satosugu#jjk x reader#jjk smut#gojo x reader#geto x reader#satosugu x reader#gojo smut#geto smut#satoru x reader#suguru x reader#satoru smut#suguru smut#why am i even adding tags#jjk brainrot#jjk blurb#jjk drabble#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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Spencer Reid x she/her!reader
A/N: Iâve got nothing to say except for the fact this is entirely inspired by the song
warnings: shrimp gets beat up pretty bad but you singlehandedly take out like 3 guys so xoxo
Holding Out For A Hero
The entire team, save for one, are gathered around Penelopeâs monitors, holding their breaths. As the newest member of the team, you had anticipated that in a situation such as this, youâd be having the least severe reaction to the scene before you, but upon seeing Doctor Spencer Reid get thrown against a wall, you are entirely unsurprised by the squeeze you feel in your chest.
âDamn it, Hotch, weâve gotta do something!â Derek Morgan yells, clasping his hands behind his head but unable to tear his gaze from the screens.
What should have been a simple task of meeting some witnesses regarding a local case has quickly become a hostage situation that none had anticipated. There are unified gasps as a harsh kick is landed against the young geniusâs midsection, and Hotch sighs, knowing that something has to be done, but the team are presently at a loss.
âAny presence recognised as official could get Reid killed.â Hotch reiterates, though itâs a fact none of you have forgotten.
Another kick causes Spencer to curl up in the corner, his form cowering on the monitors, and you decide thatâs enough, storming out of Penelopeâs office.
âMust be tough on her.â Emily glances sympathetically at the door you left through, the rest of the team nodding in agreement, seemingly accepting that you had to step out because you couldnât stand to see Spencer get beaten up like that. While that isnât entirely untrue, there is more of a purpose behind your exit.
Just a month ago, during your first case with this team, a local police officer had decided you were the object of his affections. While youâd dismissed his advances as politely as you could, Spencer couldnât help overhearing the conversation, and his blood boiled.
âNo need to be so stuck-up about it!â The cop huffed at you, and in the time it took for your eyebrows to shoot up, Spencer had arrived at your side.
âSpeak to her that way again and Iâll have you removed from this case.â His words were cool, calculated, and enough to send the police officer shuffling away from you.
Looking up at Spencer with a grateful smile, you parted your lips to speak, but he smiled right back at you and interjected.
âI know what youâre going to say, and you donât need to. All I did was the bare minimum, as a guy.â Spencer excused his chivalry with a bashfulness that you found beyond endearing, and have continued to do.
It seems that now, an opportunity has presented itself for you to perform your equivalent of the bare minimum for him.
Speeding through the office and over to your desk, you retrieve your overnight bag and head for the staff toilets. Digging through it, you find your emergency attire thatâs typically reserved for undercover missions; a thin strapped, silky red dress thatâs enough to stop traffic, and a pair of killer black stilettos.
Within five minutes, youâve slammed the door of Penelopeâs office open again and dropped your go bag on the ground, attracting the attention of the rest of the team.
âWell damn, mama, I didnât think this would be the time, but-â Derek begins, unable to resist a moment to flirt; with no time to spare, you cut him off.
âButton it, Morgan. Text me the location, Iâm going to get Reid.â You instruct, not wanting to waste another second.
Penelopeâs office is momentarily silent, several jaws falling open in shock. That is, until Derek speaks up again.
âWhat?! No!â He exclaims, outraged at your proposition.
You sigh. âOne plus one is two, you need someone to get inside without raising suspicion - problem?â
Derek scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. âYeah, actually!â
Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention to the only member of the team thatâs aware of your applicable qualifications.
âGideon?â You raise an eyebrow.
With a slow smile, Jason Gideon nods. ââŠShe can do it.â
Derek throws his arms up in the air. âAm I missinâ something here?!â
Hotch is notably silent. Though knowledgeable on the âclassifiedâ portion of your resumĂ©, he does not know the details of your work prior to this team, save for your glowing letter of recommendation from your old boss; that, in itself, was enough to land you a place on this team.
You nod, reaching down to grab a small purse from inside your go-bag. âYep. Iâll catch you up after. See you guys in 30.â Glancing around at the rest of the team one last time, you speed out of the office with a determination to match the loud clicking or your heels.
By the time you reach the parking lot, your phone has dinged with a text from Penelope with the exact location where Spencer is being held by the gang that are currently beating him senseless. Whistling a nearby cab, you slide into the backseat, give the address for the next street over to where you need to be, and apply the finishing touches to your outfit. With expert precision, you coat your lashes with thick layers of mascara, only to rub them, then hold your eyes open long enough to induce tears that cause trails of mascara to run down your cheeks. And with reckless abandon, you tear a slit up the right side of your dress. As the cab pulls up on the next street over to your destination, you step out with a grateful tip and begin your walk.
The closer you get to the only lit up house on the mostly empty street, you ensure your steps are unsteady and work yourself up enough, focussing your thoughts on what Spencer has endured until now to force fresh tears and actual upset to bubble in your chest. Approaching the house, you raise a shaking fist to knock on the door with deliberate weakness. The doorknob twists, and you sniffle. Action.
Standing in the doorway are the very men youâre here to see, and your bottom lip trembles as you give them your biggest doe eyes.
âH-Hello, Iâm so sorry to bother you, b-but I was just wondering if I could use your phone? M-My boyfriend broke mine.â You blubber, holding your face in your hands for dramatic effect. Stuttering to feign anxiety and upset, mention of a boyfriend but purposely indicating mistreatment and vulnerability: you are no more than an easy target.
The men share a smirk.
âOh, of course! You poor thing! Câmon in!â One of them says, ushering you inside with a cheshire grin.
These poor fools really think theyâre lucking out with a punching and an upgrade from a sock.
Nodding gratefully, you stumble into their shack of a âhomeâ, knowing this is just a temporary hold up for them, and mainly a location to hold Spencer.
âWh-Whoâs that?â You ask shakily, eyes widening with what should be pretend shock, but your surprise at seeing the sorry state of your favorite genius is as genuine as your intentions in being here.
At the sound of your voice, the one eye Spencer has that isnât black with bruising, winces as it opens, then widens as much as it can to take you in. Are you real, or a vision from heaven? Heâs asked himself that everyday since you joined the team, but that question has never felt more relevant than it does in this moment.
âIgnore him.â One of the other men instructs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and dragging you harshly over to a chair at the dining table.
That quick glance in Spencerâs direction was enough to bring him a second wind, a cause to fight to stay conscious. The mascara stains down your cheeks and the tear in your dress - which, on any other occasion, Spencer is sure would send him into cardiac arrest - cause alarm bells to ring in the mind of a genius. Who made you cry? Did someone hurt you? What are you even doing here? The questions in his mind are ordered in importance to Spencer, the blood in his veins thatâs fighting to fix the wounds heâs sustained through his beating, burning under his skin at the thought of someone having harmed you in any way, despite his current circumstances.
âSo, whereâs your boyfriend?â One of the men asks, and you pretend that the thought of your completely fictional boyfriend makes you wince.
âHe stood me up.â You cry weakly, putting on the performance of your life.
Spencer wonders if his injuries have made him delirious as he now prioritizes whether his heart should have spluttered at your mention of a boyfriend he is certain - because heâs currently scanning through his eidetic memory at the speed of light - you have never referred to having before.
âOh, now, what kind of man stands up a dime like you?â The man who had invited you in, jeers.
âThank you.â Sniffling, a small smile reaches your face as all three men stand within range; one at the table with you, one against the wall to your right, the other standing behind your chair. Perfect.
The team crowd around Penelopeâs monitors, the anxiety in the room palpable.
âWhat the hell is she doing?!â Derek yells, frustrated and confused by Gideonâs allowance for your reckless one-woman suicide mission.
âTrust me, if anyone can do this, she can.â Jason attempts to reassure the worries of everyone, a soft smile on his face as he watches you do what you do best: set your scene.
âSheâs ballsy, thatâs for sure.â Emily comments, undeniably impressed.
The air in the office is thick, the tension only capable of cutting with a knife; thereâs a certain irony in that.
One of the men pats your shoulder with force.
âYou stay with us, weâll take care of you.â He laughs darkly, and you smile up at him.
Alright, showâs over.
Standing from your chair, you pretend to stumble over to the front door, before locking it.
âWhatâre you doing, pretty lady?â The man leaning against the wall asks you with a smirk.
âActually, boys, I think youâll find itâs me thatâs going to be taking care of you. Or, to put it another way-â Reaching into your purse, you grab a makeup wipe and quickly remove the mascara from your cheeks, smirking right back at all three men. â-Iâll be taking you out.â Looking to the corner of the room, you smile at Spencer. âSit tight, handsome.â
He must be dead, he thinks. Doctor Spencer Reid, beaten to death and the best comfort his subconscious can provide him is the illusion of you calling him handsome.
Pulling the slit of your dress just a little higher, you retrieve the blade previously concealed in a particularly scandalous garter you acquired entirely for the aesthetic, and twirl it around your fingers.
âSo, any takers? Letâs see, eenie-â You point your blade at the man leaning against the wall, â-meenie,â You point it to the man who is standing behind the chair youâd sat in, â-minie,â You point it at the man sitting at the table, and as he reaches for something in his pocket, your eyes twinkle with mischief. â-mo!â You chirp, throwing your blade at the exact moment he raises his arm to you, pinning his wrist to the table.
In a fraction of a second, both of the other men lunge for you, and you manage to roll out of their way in the nick of time.
âAwh, câmon guys, fairâs fair! At least give a girl a chance!â You taunt, kicking your killer heels off and chucking both at the larger manâs head, sending him stumbling backwards into the wall with the impact. One on one, much better.
Sights set on the only other person standing up in this room, you watch as his eyes dart to Spencer, and in an instant youâve rolled back across the floor to stand in front of the corner that heâs cowered in.
âDonât you dare.â You threaten quietly, icy stare fixed on the last man standing.
âOh, but pretty lady, youâve got nothing left to throw! Youâre out of options.â He sneers, taking a step closer to you.
Very presumptuous to suggest you actually needed your props beyond your dramatic flair and desire to get this done as quickly as possible.
But, in the moment, you decide to humor him.
Pretending to cower further into the corner with Spencer at your feet, your eyes widen with feigned fear, the confidence in the idiotâs smirk growing as he takes another step.
âThatâs it. We can forget all about this. Weâre all friends here, arenât we?â The manâs voice softens with condescension, and you nod up at him with your doe eyes.
Does he seriously think youâd incapacitate both of his friends and then decide to sleep with him? Men.
Counting the seconds, you wait until his figure looms over with you, and you lean back against the wall. You hold his gaze, doe eyes widening and bottom lip trembling, until the facade drops like a mask. Fury is a woman, and she wears a torn red dress with a smirk, her heels having left imprints on some idiotâs skull.
The last man standingâs smirk drops to a confused frown, but he doesnât have time to step back before you lift your leg and send your knee into his crotch with as much force as you can. And while he stumbles backwards, you kick him to the floor, then kick his midsection again for good measure.
With him dealt with, you walk back over to your heels and slip them on, but as the man they previously knocked out begins to stir, you issue a well deserved roundhouse kick to send him back to sleep. Strolling over to the man whoâs wrist you pinned to the table, you find that he is very clearly in shock and losing a lot of blood, but not enough to be dead just yet; you left the blade in for a reason.
âMy team are watching, and theyâve probably called an ambulance by now. Whether theyâll make it in time to save you or not, I donât care. For your sake, though-â You pull the blade out of his wrist, tucking it back into your garter and watching the blood gush against the table, leaning close to the manâs ear. â-I wouldnât bother applying pressure to that, because if you live long enough to serve your sentence and get out, Iâll do much worse than what Iâve been allowed to do here on company time.â And with a malicious smile, you stand back up, then spin on your heel and rush over to Spencer.
Crouching down beside him, you brush his hair out of his eyes with your fingertips, tucking it behind his ears just the way he likes it.
âHey, pretty boy. Sorry for the wait.â You give him a sweet smile, your tone gentle, far and away from the venom with which youâd been speaking throughout your cleanup operation.
Spencer tries to speak, but immediately starts spluttering and clutching at his bruised abdomen.
âShh, shh, donât speak, itâs okay. The teamâll be here soon.â You coo, continuing to stroke his hair behind his ears, though itâs no longer out of place.
âN-No, itâs important.â Spencer utters, voice hoarse and strained.
Your eyebrows furrow as you lean closer to him so that he doesnât have to try speaking any louder. âWhat is it?â
Taking a deep, wheezing breath, Spencer manages to find his voice again.
âThinkâŠI know someoneâŠwho can fix your dress.â
You blink rapidly, a wide smile spreading on your face as his words set in, before you start laughing heartily.
And Spencer struggles, but he opens his one good eye to gaze upon your smiling features above him, etching every detail to his eidetic memory.
âSo, I can assume that you like the dress, then?â You ask rhetorically.
This time, Spencer doesnât say anything. Instead, you watch in equal amazement and amusement as a smirk curls at the corner of his split lips.
Within a matter of minutes, the rest of the team pull up in government issue vehicles with police cars and ambulances close behind, your targets being tended to and arrested, while Hotch and Derek help carry Spencer out to the ambulance. Due to the severity of his beating, the paramedics advise itâs best to keep him unconscious and medicated for the journey to the hospital. Naturally, you sit at his side, holding his hand the whole way.
And thatâs a gesture you continue the moment heâs been checked over, too. You stay at Spencerâs hospital bedside, holding his hand until he regains consciousness, at which time you relay his diagnosis from the doctors: no serious injuries or internal bleeding, just a large amount of bruising thatâll be substantially painful for a while. Spencer is relieved by the news, but mostly relieved by your presence. Heâs so simultaneously exhausted, and taken by the way you glow at his bedside, he can hardly say more than a continuous mantra of âThank youâ.
Due to his lack of serious injury, Spencer is cleared to return to work without delay, under the advice of being careful of his bruises when out in the field. In truth, Spencer knows that as long as youâre around, he wonât feel an ounce of the pain thatâs supposed to be plaguing him.
The very next night, the team are called back into the office for a case, and the smile on your face when you see Spencer has him questioning once again how you can possibly be real. You seem so much more like a vision from heaven, or of heaven itself.
Itâs late and the flight to the location of the case is a long one, so Hotch instructs everyone to board the jet and get some sleep, assuring you all that heâll wake you with enough time for a briefing before you land. And the ever-calculated Spencer Reid knows exactly how to use this to his advantage. Counting in his head the average time it takes someone to fall asleep, he waits for each and every member of the team fo fall asleep before he rises from his seat on the jet and crosses the cabin to sit beside you, visibly giddy.
âI was thinking about what you said to those guys.â He begins, words rushed because he doesnât have the patience to greet you right now.
âWhich part?â You ask with an amused smile.
âWhen you said youâd take them out.â Spencer clarifies quickly. âIâve been thinking about those words a lot, and- well,â He chuckles nervously. This is about to be the cheesiest thing heâs ever said. â-I wondered if you might consider letting me take you out, but in a different way?â
Your expression flashes to one of surprise, the realization hitting you like the sweetest bullet. âLike a date, or a different method of incapacitation?â You ask playfully, accurately predicting the way Spencerâs eyes widen in panic at the thought of the double entendre.
âA date!â He squeaks.
You canât help giggling, nodding at him. âIâd like that a lot. Thank you for asking, Spencer.â
The relief on his face is palpable. In fact, heâs never felt his face relax quite like it did in that moment. âNo, thank you for accepting. Are you, uh, free on Saturday, by any chance? If we donât get called away on a case?â Spencer enquires, desperately hoping that he isnât coming across as too eager.
You grin. âI am.â
âGood.â Spencer answers, a shy smile on his face as the reality of this situation sets in.
âAre you going to sleep?â You ask him quietly.
âTo be honest, Iâm not so sure Iâll be able to sleep at all until Saturday.â Spencer chuckles nervously.
You giggle at that. âWell, itâs probably a good idea to try. Do you mind if I borrow your shoulder?â You question with a teasing smile.
âNo! Not at all!â Spencer says without hesitation.
âThanks, handsome.â You say softly, resting your head on his shoulder from where you sit beside him on the jet, bundling your blanket around yourself.
There it is again, Spencer thinks. Unless this plane crashed in a microsecond and killed everyone onboard, heâs pretty sure that this time, itâs not his subconscious creating a comforting illusion. You really did call him that.
And, in light of such a life-altering revelation, Spencer plucks up courage that he didnât know he had.
âYouâre always welcome, beautiful.â
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holy shit. they're both hopeless. â satoru and shoko suspect that you and suguru have feelings for each other.
tw/cw: gn! reader, a tiny bit angst at the end but overall fluff + crack. angel used as a petname. not proofread + rushed.
note: school sucks, i'm half awake as of typing this, have mercy on my rusty ass writing skills âmasterlist
âso. you like them, donât you?â
itâs too early in the morning for this. suguru had just stepped foot into the classroom, and he was already being interrogated by his friends. they were eyeing him up and down with suspicion in their eyes, as if it would provide them with an answer.
âwho?â the raven haired male feigned innocence. he knew damn well who the duo were talking about, from their not very secret gossiping to spying on him when he spoke to you. suguru was still kind of offended that they thought he didnât notice them there. just because he didnât have six eyes didnât mean he didnât have good eyesight! he could clearly see satoruâs head peeking out from behind a tree and shoko in the bushes.
âyouâre not serious, are you?â satoru asked in disbelief, exchanging a few glances with shoko as if to say, âthis guy is actually hopeless.âÂ
they couldnât have mistaken the soft glances he shot your way whenever you walked by them, or him lightly brushing his fingers against yours, or the very obvious tint of red on his face whenever he spoke to you for something else right? satoru swore on his six eyes that he wasnât mistaken.
they decided to drop the topic after a while. if he wasnât going to give them an answer, theyâd just have to ask you instead.
they found you talking to suguru after class, laughing with him over small talk before you waved him goodbye. there it was again, that genuine smile he rarely showed. they approached you to tell you about needing to speak to you, then dragged you somewhere more private to speak.Â
âyou like suguru right?â wow. direct. that wasnât a question you expected today.Â
âweâre just friends,â you replied them. you could feel the heat rising on your cheeks. you had to change the topic, fast. âdonât you have a mission to get to, gojo? geto left earlier because he thought you were already waiting on him.â
â...âÂ
he whispered something in shokoâs ear before darting off somewhere. well, whisper isnât really the word. you clearly heard him telling shoko to âcarry on with their mission and get you to admit you liked him,â and telling him all about it later. now youâre wondering if they secretly have nights where they just spill everyoneâs secrets to each other late at night when everyone else is asleep.
shoko eventually turned back to face you after watching gojo run away. she placed both her hands on your shoulders and looked at you dead in your eyes. âare you sure you donât like him? not even a little bit?â you shook your head, and she sighed. both of you are hopeless.Â
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âso, what should we do?â shoko asked satoru as she painted his nails. âtheyâre beyond saving,â she continued.
the snowy haired male thought for a while before responding. âwe set them up on a date.â shoko perked up at this. âyou think?â âdefinitely.â
they lowered their voices after that, discussing how they would somehow drag the both of you to a location and ensure that youâd have a nice date and be together by the end of the day. with occasional breaks to gossip about random things and pairing teachers with shitty attitudes together, they finally came up with a plan.Â
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now, you should have noticed the signs earlier. satoru and shoko were acting weird earlier. not only had they been whispering the entire day, acting like ninjas, but they also completely dropped the topic of you and suguru liking each other, and invited the both of you to a restaurant. satoruâs treat.Â
and now, you were standing in front of a restaurant waiting for all three of them. sure, you were a little early, but you didnât expect no one else to be here. you stared at the group chat, waiting for possibly any type of text to indicate they had arrived, but nothing.Â
ây/n? youâre here early.â you could have recognised that smooth voice anywhere. suguru was the second to arrive after you, and the both of you exchanged some small talk before a notification popped up on your phone.
âweâre running a little late! you two go ahead inside!â we? were they together? and they knew the both of you had arrived? suguru sighed at the message. âletâs head inside. itâs hot out here anyway.â suguru ended by extending his hand out for you to take it, and you smiled before slotting your fingers in between his.Â
after the both of you were seated, you noticed something. satoru reserved a table for two people. of course he did. somehow, youâre convinced theyâre both somewhere in the restaurant, disguised with newspapers and wigs (possibly contact lenses), spying on you and suguru.
another message was sent, this time to suguru. he sweatdropped as he read the message. there was an image attachment of a money transaction to his online banking account, captioned with âgo get them!!â
he was going to slap satoru when he got back.Â
suguru deeply sighed before putting his phone back into his pocket. âthey arenât coming. iâm guessing theyâre trying to set us up.â âobviously. well, since weâre already here, might as well make the best of it?â you suggested, and he agreed.Â
maybe dates set up by your friends were better. you ended up laughing with suguru, having a nice dinner⊠it was quite late when you left the restaurant, but you still ended up walking around with him and exchanging even more words. the walk back to your dorm rooms was mostly silent, though. walking hand in hand while the moon shone upon you, and his thumb lightly brushing over your hand, almost as if he were trying to remember the feeling of your skin because one of you would have to let go eventually. you tightened your grip on him at the thought.Â
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ây/n, angel, you arenât usually this clingy,â suguru chuckled when you nuzzled your face into his chest. he wrapped his arms around your body, bringing you closer to him and running his hand through your hair. âeverything alright?â you nodded, but your lover knew you better than that. heâd have to ask you about it again later.
âdo you wanna tell them weâve already been dating for a few months?â you asked. the both of you had decided to keep your relationship secret early on, and your friends were starting to catch up on it. you think.Â
a brief moment of silence followed your question before he answered.Â
ânah. theyâll figure it out eventually.â
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PERSEPHONE â ryomen sukuna x female reader [chapter 2]
summary: ryomen sukuna, ruthless tycoon of the alcohol industry, is used to crushing rivals. but when his former meek secretary walks into his office as his newest competitor, heâs blindsided. youâve transformed into a powerful force, ready to go head-to-head in a high-stakes battle for dominance. as tension rises between you â both in business and something far more dangerous â sukuna realizes this fight might cost him more than just his empire.
content warnings & tags: enemies to lovers, modern au, business tycoon sukuna, angst, slow-burn, mentions of other jujutsu kaisen characters (suguru geto, choso kamo, uraume, yuuji itadori), mentions of sickness [puking due to alcohol consumption + past trauma] - this takes place in the same universe as my upcoming salaryman!choso fanfic
word count: 9.9k words
notes: thank you all so much for the positive response for our darling business tycoon sukuna, i'm beyond grateful. as i said, this will be a very slow-burn fic. i realistically have not planned out how many chapters i'm gonna write [ridiculous, i know] but i will make a masterlist soon! keep your eye out for that. and please, enjoy.
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this was a new low, even for sukuna. it felt like the earth had swallowed him whole, leaving nothing but his pride to choke on.
how the hell did i end up here? he thought bitterly, staring at yuuji, his fresh-out-of-high-school little brother, who was now sitting in his plush office chair, twirling a pen like it was the most exciting thing in the world. having yuuji be my intern as a marketing strategist... the words tasted like bile in his mouth. it wasnât that his business was struggling â far from it â but the âexpertsïżœïżœ had insisted that âgen-z knows gen-z the bestâ and that ryomenâs brand needed a fresh perspective to appeal to younger audiences. a whole load of crap, but sukuna had grudgingly agreed.
and of all people, yuuji was the one sitting across from him, smiling like a kid who just found out he could have dessert before dinner.
âyou get my range rover for the time youâre here, and an extra week to stay at the miami penthouse. deal?â sukuna offered with a grumble, the words almost painful to say.
yuuji, without missing a beat, grinned. âyou strike a hard bargain, but i agree.â
ârange rover with a chauffeur!â sukuna barked. âyou are not taking that damn thing out by yourself ââ
âcanât hear you!â yuuji sang out as he already started texting his friends, probably to brag about his temporary ride.
is this my life now? sukuna thought, eyes narrowing at his brother. the contrast between them was maddening. how did they look so alike yet end up so different? sukuna, a figure of intimidating presence and silent power, versus yuuji, the golden retriever of the family, bouncing off walls with enthusiasm that never seemed to dwindle. it was exhausting.
yet... sukuna sighed inwardly. it felt right. as weird as it was to turn to his younger brother for advice on how to steer his multi-million dollar company toward the hearts of gen-z, there was an unspoken reason behind this move. sukuna wouldnât admit it out loud â not to anyone â but this was a veiled excuse to spend more time with yuuji. i want to see him grow up before itâs too late... before i miss out on everything.
the conversation replayed in sukunaâs mind, the phone call that had set this whole thing into motion. he remembered dialing chosoâs number that monday night, pacing in his study like he had something far more important to discuss than the simple request he was about to make.
âwhatâs up?â chosoâs familiar, calm voice answered, and sukuna could practically hear the eyebrow raise on the other side of the line. no doubt he knows somethingâs up...
âis the brat free?â sukuna asked, cutting straight to the point, though his tone held a gruffness that masked the underlying hesitation.
âyou mean yuuji?â choso sounded amused. âyeah, heâs around. why? you finally listening to my advice?â
sukuna clenched his jaw. damn choso and his know-it-all attitude. âjust tell me if heâs coming or not,â sukuna snapped. âiâll have him picked up.â
there was a pause, and then choso chuckled, a low sound that grated sukunaâs nerves. âyouâre really doing it, huh? alright. heâll be there.â
sukuna grunted a reply and ended the call before choso could get in another word. the weight of that decision settled on him as soon as the line went dead. what am i doing? he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. he had run away from all that domestic crap years ago, leaving choso with the burden of raising yuuji while sukuna carved out his empire. now he was dragging his baby brother into the corporate world, hoping for... what? a way to reconnect? maybe. maybe even to prove to himself that he hadnât completely abandoned his family.
yuuji, on the other hand, was overjoyed. from the moment he stepped foot into the sleek, glass-paneled office building, he was bouncing off every wall â metaphorically, at least. sukunaâs employees, most of whom had only ever seen their boss in stoic, business mode, were stunned by the whirlwind that was yuuji itadori. he was talking to them like they were old friends, cracking jokes, and asking questions about their jobs, all while everyone tried to reconcile the fact that this was sukunaâs little brother.
itâs insane how they look so alike, one of the marketing assistants whispered to another, but theyâre complete opposites.
sukuna, watching from his corner office, didnât know whether to be impressed or irritated. heâs not here to make friends. heâs here to work. but deep down, he couldnât deny a strange sense of satisfaction seeing yuuji here, in his world, even if it was just for a short while.
as the days passed, sukuna found himself in unfamiliar territory. instead of barking orders, he found himself... mentoring. guiding yuuji through the nuances of marketing, albeit begrudgingly. at first, it was awkward, like two pieces of a puzzle that didnât quite fit. but yuuji, with his boundless energy and openness, had a way of easing into things, even cracking sukunaâs icy exterior, bit by bit.
maybe this isnât so bad, sukuna thought one evening as yuuji chattered on about trends and social media engagement, something sukuna would normally roll his eyes at. but now, he listened, actually listened.
and if this is what it takes to spend time with him... well, sukuna could make the sacrifice.
âoi nii-chan, is it true you and miss persephone lady used to work togethââ
âenough with that crap! i got you here to work, not read through some trashy tabloid!â sukuna snapped, slamming his laptop shut as he glared at his younger brother.
it had been a few days since yuuji started officially interning for ryomen, and to sukunaâs surprise, the kid wasnât half bad. he had this knack for understanding what gen z wanted â though sukuna would never admit that aloud â and somehow, yuuji managed to get him on tiktok. tiktok, of all things.
âtrust me, bro, just hold the bottle up, smile a little⊠no, not like youâre about to kill someone â there, thatâs it! just smile like a regular human.â yuuji had been chirping as he filmed his brother, who begrudgingly lifted a bottle of his own product in front of the camera.
sukuna had scoffed at the ridiculousness of it, but the reel blew up overnight, racking up millions of views. comments poured in, and to sukunaâs dismay, most of them werenât even about the product.
"whoâs the hot dilf in the suit?!"
"omg iâd buy anything daddyâs selling đ©đŠ"
"daddy energy is off the charts!! does he need a wife?"
"iâm literally ordering a case just âcause he held it, help."
meanwhile, you and suguru were practically losing your minds over the viral tiktok. not that you had anything to really worry about â persephone was the "hot girl drink" among gen z, and tiktok was basically your playground. but as a businesswoman, it irked you to see a slight dip in your numbers. for the first time in a while, your usually devoted fanbase â the ones whoâd raid your comments with praise and love â had migrated to thirst over at ryomen's instead.
âthose assholes knew exactly what they were doing when they whored out their boss like that,â suguru muttered, scrolling through the comments of the video, eyes narrowing at every thirst post he passed.
âsuguru! language!â you scolded, shooting him a glare, though you couldnât deny the accuracy of his observation.
âwhat? itâs true! look at him,â he huffed, gesturing toward the screen.
you paused, hesitantly glancing at the video again. and, well⊠he wasnât wrong. sukuna had the whole tall, brooding, dark look going for him. it was no wonder half the internet was drooling over him.
âif i had to hazard a guess, they probably had a younger kid think of this,â suguru added, now analyzing the marketing tactic. âthey know their stuff. gen z eats this up.â
you let out a frustrated sigh. âwhatever, it doesnât matter. we need to bounce back.â
suguru grinned mischievously. âoh, iâve got a few ideas. starting withââ
âsuguru,â you interrupted, narrowing your eyes at him, âfor the last time, i am not letting you get shirtless on camera.â
he laughed, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. âhey, just offering my services! weâre losing to thirst traps here.â
you rolled your eyes, already brainstorming new strategies. âwe donât need thirst traps to win. weâre better than that.â
âyeah, yeah,â suguru smirked. âbut admit it, they played their hand well with this one.â
despite his annoyance at the flood of thirsty comments, the numbers didnât lie. the reel translated into a surprising sales boost for ryomenâs wine. sukuna was on a high after that win, but deep down, he knew it was all thanks to yuuji's ridiculous idea. actually saying "thank you"? yeah, right. that wasnât gonna happen. instead, he decided to take yuuji to one of the socialite parties he was invited to as a subtle reward, even though he warned him, âyou screw around, and iâll throw your ass out in front of everyone.â
yuuji had grinned ear to ear. âdonât worry nii-chan, iâll behave!â
sukuna rolled his eyes, but there was a part of him that was secretly proud. the brat was doing well, and in some twisted way, this was also an excuse to spend more time with him.
the whole tiktok situation still irked sukuna, though. since when was his image the selling point? the product was solid on its own, but apparently, gen z loved "hot dilfs" now. ridiculous. but whatever works, he thought with a scoff.
as they pulled up to the socialite event, yuuji practically bounced out of the car, eyes wide at the grandeur of the venue. sukuna shot him a sidelong glance, grumbling under his breath, âremember what i said, donât screw this up.â
yuuji gave a mock salute, âaye, aye, captain!â
sukuna couldnât help but smirk, but quickly covered it up with a scowl as they walked in.
you and suguru arrived early at the party, mingling with some of the top players from all industries. dressed in a scarlet gown, you felt like you blended right in with the glamour, while suguru, matching in a dark-red suit, stayed close enough so that you two could exchange subtle glances as you navigated through different groups of people.
meanwhile, sukuna was keeping an eye on yuuji, who was fidgeting next to him. âoi, nii-chan, isnât that ââ yuuji began, his eyes locking onto your figure across the room.
âbrat, stop staring,â sukuna growled under his breath, half-annoyed but mostly frustrated. it was almost guaranteed heâd run into you and that bastard suguru at events like this â but now? here? with yuuji around? his blood pressure spiked instantly.
where the hell is yuuji?
his eyes darted around until he saw him â of course â bouncing over toward you as you stood at the bar, ordering a drink. sukunaâs jaw clenched as he watched. martini. how fucking clichĂ©, he scoffed internally. though, admittedly, it did match your dress. but that wasnât the problem here.
âhi miss!â yuujiâs voice cut through the crowd as he stood in front of you, grinning like an excited puppy.
you blinked in surprise, turning to look at him. âhey, little guy, you lost or something?â
âwhy does everyone think iâm little?!â yuuji whined, puffing his chest out a little. âiâm literally eighteenâŠâ
âeighteen is still pretty little,â you teased with a smirk. âi can bet youâre the youngest one here.â
yuuji pouted. âugh, fine⊠anyways, my nameâs yuuji! yuuji itadori, iâm sukunââ
âbrat!â sukunaâs growl cut him off as he stormed over, eyes flashing with annoyance.
you raised an eyebrow, recognition flashing in your eyes as soon as you heard that name. "so... yuuji itadori, huh?" you mused with a slight grin, your gaze shifting from yuuji to sukuna, who now stood towering beside him.
sukuna glared at yuuji. âwhatâd i tell you about running off, huh?â
yuuji sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, looking between you and his brother. âuhh, my bad, broâŠâ
sukuna was caught between two options: curtly apologize to you for yuujiâs sudden interruption or yank the brat by the collar and lecture him about keeping his head in the game. but as you sipped that ridiculous martini of yours, eyeing him and yuuji like they were some kind of curiosity, he found himself staying put.
"this oneâs yours?" you asked, an amused smile playing on your lips. sukuna grunted in response, gripping yuuji's collar just a bit tighter. yuuji winced, squirming under the hold. "ow ow ow â nii-chan!"
you tilted your head, a curious glint in your eyes as you took in the scene. "if i dare guess," you began, your gaze landing squarely on sukuna with a knowing smile, "is the little one part of your marketing team?"
before sukuna could respond, yuuji eagerly jumped in, clearly excited to explain. âyes! i did that! the tiktok i mean, did you like it?â
your laugh was warm and genuine, a sound that only seemed to irritate sukuna more. "a lot of people did," you replied, still holding his gaze as you gave yuuji a nod. "but persephoneâs numbers didnât. you did well, yuuji."
yuuji lit up like a damn firework, beaming as if youâd handed him a golden trophy. sukuna scoffed, his irritation mounting. putting down your own company just to kiss the competitionâs ass? what kinda idiot does that? he thought, glaring at you like you were the source of his current migraine. meanwhile, yuujiâs grin seemed to be growing bigger by the second â wasnât there a limit to how much one person could beam? he could practically light up a whole city with the way he was grinning at you.
disgusting.
âyou donât have to suck up to her,â sukuna grumbled, finally releasing yuujiâs collar and crossing his arms. âher numbers are probably tanking âcause of us, and she knows it.â
you raised an eyebrow, sipping your martini like the whole thing was a joke. âmaybe so, but your brotherâs the reason for that, right?â you said calmly, giving yuuji a wink. âitâs only fair to acknowledge talent where itâs due.â
yuuji blinked, clearly basking in the compliment. "thanks, miss! nii-chan doesnât say it, but i know he's proud of me."
sukuna shot his brother a look. âdonât push your luck, brat.â
you chuckled at the exchange, swirling the glass in your hand. âoh, i donât know. seems like heâs doing a good job. maybe you should keep him around a little longer.â
âyeah, nii-chan, maybe i should get a permanent job here!â yuuji chimed in, totally missing the sarcastic undertones flying between the two of you.
sukuna clenched his jaw. great. just what i needed â both of them ganging up on me.
before the banter could progress any further, suguruâs voice cut through the little bubble like a sharp blade. "well, am i interrupting something?" he asked, his tone deceptively smooth, though his eyes were locked on sukuna and yuuji with much less warmth. he smiled at you, a softer, genuine expression, but then he let his gaze linger back on the two brothers. âlook what the cat dragged in. as if one wasnât enough, we now have two.â
sukuna was already seeing red, his fist clenching by his side. you want to throw shots at me? fine. but take a swing at my little brother, and iâll rip you apart. just as he was about to snap back, ready to tear into suguru, yuujiâs voice cut through the tension in the air.
âdude... what is that haircare routine?â yuuji asked, his eyes wide with genuine curiosity.
the sheer randomness of the question left all three adults in momentary silence. you barely managed to hold back a laugh, your martini glass pressed to your lips as you tried to stifle the sound. suguru, on the other hand, just blinked, dumbfounded, as if he wasnât sure if yuuji was joking or serious.
âare you⊠are you serious?â suguru finally asked, his brows furrowing in disbelief.
yuuji nodded earnestly, clearly unaware of the tension that had been suffocating the air moments before. âyeah, dude. itâs, like, so shiny! how do you do it?â
the awkward silence that followed was broken by your quiet scoff of amusement, followed by a smile you tried to hide behind your glass. even suguru, momentarily disarmed, glanced sideways at you, but it was clear that yuujiâs completely unintentional intervention had somehow postponed the inevitable face-off.
for now.
sukuna, though still seething, was momentarily taken aback by his brotherâs pure, childlike curiosity, his anger simmering into frustration instead. âare you fuckinâ seriousâ he muttered under his breath, not entirely sure if he should laugh or smack yuuji upside the head.
suguru shook his head in disbelief, running a hand through his admittedly perfect hair, before giving sukuna a pointed look. âwell, i suppose the brat has taste. not everyone can pull this off,â he said, his smugness barely hidden as he flicked his gaze between sukuna and you.
you chuckled, finally lowering your glass. "i donât know, suguru. maybe heâs got a point." you smiled at yuuji, enjoying the brief moment of levity that, for once, didnât involve the constant tension between the two men.
âexcuse us,â sukuna grunted bluntly, shoving past you and suguru as he dragged yuuji along with him.
âoi, ow ow, ouch â nii-chan, i can walk!â yuuji whined, trying to free himself from sukunaâs iron grip.
âcanât trust you to be âwalkingâ around anywhere anymore, brat,â sukuna shot back, his tone harsh but not without a hint of affection.
âbut âm eighteen! iâm practically a grown-up!â yuuji protested, pouting as he tried to keep up.
âgrown-up? please. youâre still a kid in my eyes,â sukuna scoffed, shaking his head. âand you think you can just stroll up to a stranger at a party? she could be a gold digger or something.â
âsheâs pretty, you know,â yuuji blurted out, his eyes wide with admiration as he glanced back at you.
âlike hell she is! god, i swear the bar gets lower and lower with each generation,â sukuna replied, his voice dripping with disdain, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity about you.
âwhatâs wrong with being pretty? youâre just jealous!â yuuji exclaimed, finally breaking free and spinning to face sukuna. âyouâre the one whoâs grumpy all the time!â
âgrumpy? iâm just realistic. just because you think some girl is pretty doesnât mean sheâs not trouble,â sukuna retorted, crossing his arms as he glared at his brother.
âbut sheâs not trouble! sheâs cool! she even said i did a good job on that tiktok!â yuuji defended, excitement sparkling in his eyes.
âyeah, well, thatâs probably just her being nice to you,â sukuna replied, rolling his eyes. âi bet sheâs just buttering you up.â
âsheâs not!â yuuji insisted, his voice rising. âi really think she likes meââ
âlikes you? please, sheâs probably just being polite,â sukuna interrupted, clearly annoyed. âyouâre not exactly a catch, you know.â
âthatâs mean!â yuuji shot back, his bottom lip jutting out. âiâm a great catch! iâve got mad skills!â
âmad skills? like what, jumping around and acting like a fool? youâre a kid, yuuji. stay in your lane,â sukuna scoffed, his tone lightening just a bit.
meanwhile, back at the bar, suguruâs usually composed face is clouded with concern. âyouâre okay, right? he didnât say anything? hurt you? touch yââ
âsugu, iâm fine! really,â you reply, an exasperated smile tugging at your lips. he lets out a grumble, clearly still irritated, as he plops down next to you on the perched bar stool. his hand reaches out for yours in a quiet, almost shy gesture of reassurance.
âsukuna may be an ass, but he wonât compromise on yuujiâs safety by starting a scene,â you add, trying to ease his worry.
âyou know that kid?â suguru asks, eyebrows raised in mild surprise.
âmore or less. i used to make monthly bank transfers to a âyuuji itadori,â so iâm guessing itâs him,â you explain with a shrug.
âhuh, guess that pink-haired fiend actually has a heart somewhere in there.â suguru scoffs, shaking his head.
âsuguru!â you nudge him with your elbow, stifling a laugh.
âno, but seriously,â he softens, his gaze searching your face. âyou good, vino? I donât want you getting hurt.â
âyeah, iâm fine. i was... kinda expecting him here, you know. and besides, iââm over it,â you say, a hint of finality in your tone. you take a breath, glancing around the room before turning back to him with a playful roll of your eyes. âand can you please stop calling me vino?â
âwhat! it sounds classy,â suguru grins, clearly enjoying your reaction.
âclassy? it sounds like iâm a bottle on the top shelf at a wine shop,â you reply, feigning annoyance but unable to keep the smile from spreading across your face.
âhey, if the shoe fitsâŠâ he teases, his grip on your hand tightening briefly, a small reminder that heâs always got your back â even when sukunaâs around.
âno, but seriously,â suguru leans in, his tone soft yet firm. âyou donât need to worry about sukuna. youâre in your own element right now. donât let pinkie pie over there ruin it for you.â
you let out a laugh, his words pulling you out of your thoughts, and suguru's smile deepens as he watches the corners of your lips lift. god, he loved seeing you smile like that. itâs moments like these that make him grateful you came out stronger. though he hated the rough patches youâd been through, there was nothing he admired more than your resilience. he realized just how much he loved seeing you happy, and he hated the thought of you ever hurting, especially because of someone like sukuna. that bastard had taken enough from you, but here you were, standing taller than ever, glowing even. and suguru loved that about you â the way youâd come out of the storm stronger. even when things got tough, you always found a way to push through.
but it didnât stop him from worrying. it never would.
âyou know i got you, right?â he asked quietly, almost as if he needed to remind you â but also himself. his grip tightened just a bit, an anchor in the noisy room.
when you smiled and squeezed his hand back, saying, "of course i do, sugu," it was like the weight on his chest lightened just a little.
screw sukuna, he thought. no matter what came next, as long as you had him, you wouldnât be facing anything alone. and that was all that mattered.
he nods, but thereâs a twinge of frustration simmering beneath the surface. he wants to protect you from all the bullshit that comes with this industry, especially from someone like sukuna. he knows youâre tough and capable, but that doesnât stop him from wishing he could shield you from the chaos.
âjust⊠keep doing what youâre doing. youâre incredible, and you deserve every bit of success coming your way.â his gaze holds yours, sincere and unwavering. he knows youâve faced challenges, and heâs proud to stand by you, no matter what.
âthanks, suguru. it means a lot.â your voice is soft, and for a moment, the noise of the party fades into the background, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of understanding.
âcursed vintages: sip the darkness, savor the power? you canât be serious.â
you stared in disbelief at the large billboard advertising sukunaâs latest venture. of course, it was dramatic, leaning into the over-the-top theatrics that fit his brand. cursed vintages was a direct competitor to your upcoming release, spirited whispers: a hauntingly light sip for your eerie nights! the timing was too convenient, almost as if sukuna had planned it just to outshine you. you couldnât help but scoff at the absurd tagline â sip the darkness, savor the power â it was so him.
as frustrating as it was, you knew sukunaâs bold play was part of a larger strategy. he'd always aimed to dominate, but he wouldn't dare cross the line by doing something illegal, like price-fixing. that wasnât his style. sukuna might be ruthless, but he wasn't careless, and losing face over something so reckless wasn't in the cards for him.
you cast an irritated glance at the massive advertisement towering over your officeâs commercial district. sukuna and a model posed elegantly on either side of his new wine, their faces shadowed by the bold branding. sukunaâs smirk was infuriating, like he knew exactly how much it would annoy you. it was clear he was leveraging his good looks to boost sales and push his brand, playing on his appeal in the most obvious way.
but you werenât one to back down. as you studied the billboard, an idea sparked in your mind â something bold, something that could turn the tables.
âsugu! iâve got an idea,â you burst into suguruâs office, a mischievous grin on your face. âbutâŠyou need to get shirtless for this.â
suguruâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. âwhat now?â he asked, leaning back in his chair, clearly skeptical of whatever plan you had.
âyou heard me,â you replied, undeterred. âweâre gonna hit sukuna where it hurts â if heâs going to flaunt his looks to sell wine, then weâll do the same.â
suguru gave you a half-laugh, half-sigh. âsoâŠyour genius marketing plan involves me stripping down?â
you nodded, a grin playing on your lips. âtrust me, itâll work. we need something bold, something viral. a frat party-style ad, with you right in the middle of it. everyone will be talking about it.â
he shook his head, chuckling. âfine, but only because you asked.â
within days, your ad was everywhere. people couldnât get enough of it â the combination of modern-day recession pop music and the carefree, chaotic energy of a frat party resonated across generations. the low-budget aesthetic only made it more relatable, especially with suguruâs shirtless appearance front and center, surrounded by a crowd of partygoers. spirited whispers became the go-to drink for college parties, nostalgic millennials, and even curious onlookers who wanted a piece of the action.
sales skyrocketed. within a week and a half, your six-month stock was completely sold out. spirited whispers had blown up in ways you hadnât anticipated, becoming a cultural phenomenon. and the best part? sukuna was furious.
back at sukunaâs office, yuuji was taking the fallout personally. slouched in one of the chairs, he sighed. âitâs my fault, right? we didnât work hard enough, and now persephoneâsââ
âitâs not your fault, brat,â sukuna cut him off sharply, his frustration evident but not directed at his younger brother. seeing yuujiâs dejected expression made sukuna bristle. âyouâre just an intern. whatever you did, you did it well, so stop moping around like this.â
yuuji looked up, surprised by the rare hint of praise. âiâll work harder, nii-chan! iâll make you proud, i promise.â
sukunaâs heart clenched slightly at yuujiâs words. despite his tough exterior, moments like these reminded him why he was so driven to succeed. everything he did, all the ruthless business tactics, it was for his family, especially yuuji.
before sukuna could respond, uraume, his most trusted employee, stormed into the office, looking uncharacteristically rattled. âsir, you need to see this,â they said urgently, handing sukuna a tablet. the headline blared in bold, sensationalized text:
"former secretary to powerful business mogul becomes rival: y/nâs rise to stardom amidst scandal"
sukunaâs jaw clenched as he read the article. of course, they were dredging up old rumors, trying to link your past employment under him to some scandalous narrative. the tabloids had clearly caught wind of your recent success, and now they were out for blood, twisting your story into something salacious.
this wasnât just business anymore. sukunaâs anger simmered beneath the surface, but his mind was already moving. it was time to put an end to this.
âschedule a meeting,â sukuna said coldly.
âwith who?â uraume asked, though they already had a good idea.
âwith y/n,â sukuna answered, his eyes narrowing. âitâs time we settled this.â
âyou got mail, vino,â suguru teased as he stepped into your office, holding up his tablet with a faint grin. âpinkie pie wants to set up a meeting tomorrow.â
you raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-skeptical. âall it took was you getting shirtless for him to come visit us, suguru,â you teased, trying to keep the mood light despite the hint of tension beneath your words.
but suguru didnât laugh. instead, his expression shifted slightly, his tone more serious. ânot us, y/n. just you. he⊠asked for you, specifically.â
the way he said it made your stomach drop. âwhat do you mean, sugu?â
suguru sighed, his easy demeanor replaced by something more somber. ây/n, this meeting⊠itâs not just about the wine. someone published a full-length tabloid piece. on you and sukuna.â
your blood ran cold. all the teasing left your body, replaced by a sinking feeling of dread. âsugu, tell me youâre lying,â you said, your voice shaky, desperately hoping this was just another one of his jokes.
he looked at you with regret in his eyes, shaking his head. âiâm not, y/n. iâm sorry. weâre already working to get it removed from our end, but itâs all over the place.â
his words felt distant, muffled, as your thoughts spiraled. the whole reason youâd thrown yourself into this business, the late nights, the strategy, the risks â it was all to make a name for yourself. to not be associated with sukuna, to stand on your own feet and build something without his shadow looming over you. but now it felt like all that effort had been undone, like your entire identity was being dragged back into his orbit.
why did it feel like no matter how hard you tried, you couldnât escape him? were you that devoid of luck, of any hope for a clean slate, let alone a happy ending?
your hands gripped the edge of your desk as you fought to steady your breath, your mind racing. suguru stepped closer, concern softening his voice. ây/n, weâll figure this out. this isnât the end.â
but all you could think about was tomorrow. the meeting. facing sukuna again.
sukuna strode into your office building, lips curling into a sneer as he scanned the crowd of employees milling around. "what the fuck is this place?," he muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing at the laid-back environment.Â
some people were dressed so casually he had to wonder if they were on their way to a beach party instead of working. baggy t-shirts, sneakers, and even someone in what looked like pajama pants â it was a far cry from the cutthroat atmosphere of his own office. how the hell did you run a successful business with this ragtag bunch?
but, sukuna wasnât an idiot. persephoneâs numbers were some of the best in the industry. these kids â these kids were the ones whoâd been fucking with his sales for weeks now. and he couldnât deny it, no matter how much he hated it. never trust a book by its cover, right? even if this office looked like a frat house, it clearly delivered results.
still, the sight of it grated on him. made his skin crawl. "what a goddamn joke," he thought, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets as he made his way to your office.
the moment he pushed open the door, though, expecting to see you, he stopped dead in his tracks. it wasnât your figure behind the desk â it was suguru, leaning casually back in your chair like he owned the place.
âwhat the fuck is this, now?â sukuna's voice was harsh, his frustration immediately bubbling over. he hadnât come here to deal with your right-hand man.
suguru, unfazed by sukunaâs usual brashness, just smiled, sitting up slightly. âsorry, y/nâs not here right now. emergency shipping issue. had to send her out across the city. guess youâre stuck with me.â
sukunaâs eyes narrowed dangerously. âyou really think iâm gonna believe that shit? sounds like a fuckinâ excuse to avoid me.â
suguru shrugged, clearly not bothered by sukunaâs attitude. âbelieve what you want, man. iâm just telling you how it is. besides,â he added with a smirk, âwhatâd you need y/n for anyway? iâm perfectly capable of handling a little business negotiation.â
the office was large, sleek, and modern â surprisingly professional compared to the chaos outside. it pissed sukuna off more that everything was in perfect order, like youâd been expecting him to show up. the leather chair, the spotless glass desk â it all looked ready to welcome him. except it wasnât you sitting there, it was this fucker.
sukuna gritted his teeth, the itch to throw suguru out of the chair gnawing at him. he wasnât used to being thrown off like this. this was supposed to be simple, just get in, handle things with you, and get the hell out. now he was stuck, dealing with suguru and his cool, unbothered demeanor.
âlook, i donât got time for this bullshit. where the hell is she?â sukuna growled.
suguru leaned forward slightly, still maintaining that infuriating smile. âsheâs not avoiding you, sukuna. but you showing up like this⊠itâs kinda unnecessary, donât you think? itâs not like y/nâs going anywhere. if thereâs something you want to talk about, iâm right here. whatâs the rush?â
sukuna snorted, anger barely restrained. âdonât fucking act like you know what this is about.â
suguru tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. âactually, i do. i know about the tabloid. i know why youâre here. but that doesnât mean y/n has to deal with your shit, sukuna.â
sukuna felt his blood boil. this asshole, stepping in like he knew everything. like he could stop him from getting what he wanted. "you're lucky you're still in that chair, you smug piece of shit."
suguruâs calm never wavered. âand youâre lucky iâm still talking to you. trust me, y/n doesnât need your bullshit right now.â
sukuna glared daggers at him, the whole situation making him want to smash something. "fuck this," he thought, but deep down, he knew suguru had pulled a fast one on him. he could feel it, a tightness in his chest, like the whole reason he came here was slipping out of his grasp. you. heâd wanted to see you. confront you. and now⊠now he was just left fuming at a man who wouldnât budge.
sukuna, jaw tight, took a deep breath. as much as he wanted to throw suguru through the fucking window, he knew they needed to get this over with. he wasnât the type to drag out bullshit conversations, and if this was the only way to move things along, then so be it.
âfine,â sukuna growled, leaning back in the chair across from suguru. âletâs talk business then. iâm proposing a collaboration between ryomen and persephone.â
the words sounded alien coming from his mouth, like some kind of bitter aftertaste. sukuna wasnât one to collaborate with anyone, let alone with someone who had been running circles around him lately. but he wasnât dumb. christmas was coming, and after that, new yearâs â the prime season for wine sales. speaking purely from a business perspective, it made sense. persephone had the youth market in their pocket, and sukuna had the high-end crowd. together, they could dominate both.
suguru raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that. âa collaboration? youâre serious?â
âdo i look like iâm fucking joking?â sukuna snapped, running a hand through his hair, the irritation visible in his body language. âlook, i donât like this shit any more than you do. but itâs smart, and itâll work. your low-alcohol crap and my high-end shit? we could wipe out the competition through the end of the year. christmas, new yearâs â people are buying like crazy. we take advantage of it.â
suguru leaned back in your chair, crossing his arms as he watched sukuna. âwhatâs the catch?â
sukuna narrowed his eyes. âthereâs no fucking catch. itâs a straightforward deal. we both profit. easy as that.â
but suguru wasnât buying it. âyeah, sure. but what happens when you sideline us? when ryomen suddenly take the spotlight and persephoneâs pushed out of the picture?â suguruâs voice was steady, but his words were sharp. he wasnât falling for any tricks.
sukuna clenched his fists, his temper flaring again. âyou think iâm a fucking cheat? that iâm gonna fuck you guys over just because i can?â he stood up, looming over suguru. âi might be a lot of things, but when it comes to business, i donât fuck around. if i say weâre in this together, weâre fucking in it together.â
suguru didnât flinch, even as sukuna loomed over him, radiating barely contained rage. âyouâll forgive me if i donât take you at your word, sukuna.â
sukuna let out a bitter laugh, stepping back slightly, but still glaring down at suguru. âyouâre paranoid, geto. but fine, i get it. iâm not asking you to trust me. iâm asking you to look at the numbers. this works. you know it does.â
suguru studied sukuna for a moment before responding, his tone calm. âeven if i do entertain this idea, whatâs stopping you from trying to bulldoze us in the future?â
sukunaâs patience snapped. âbecause i donât need to! i got my own goddamn empire to run. you think iâve got time to fuck around with your company? this is a one-time deal. you either take it or you donât. and trust me, geto, if you donât, youâll regret it.â
there was a heavy silence between them, the weight of sukunaâs words hanging in the air. it was clear that, while he was brash and crude, sukuna wasnât here to mess around.
as much as suguru wanted to tell sukuna to fuck off, he knew this wasnât a decision he could make on his own, not without your input. he couldnât afford to be reckless, no matter how tempting it was to tell sukuna exactly where to shove his so-called âcollaboration.â
suguru gave a tight-lipped smile, standing up from behind your desk. âweâll think about it and get back to you.â
sukunaâs eyes flashed with frustration, his jaw clenching as he stepped closer to suguru. âyou better make it quick,â he growled, the warning clear in his voice.
suguru didnât flinch, holding his ground. âweâll be in touch,â he said, his tone firm but not aggressive, making it clear that the conversation was over.
with a scoff, sukuna turned on his heel and stormed out, the tension in the air still thick even after he was gone. suguru let out a breath he hadnât realized he was holding, sitting back down and rubbing his temples. as much as he hated dealing with sukuna, he knew this was something youâd need to decide.
âhey, vino, how was the shipping ââ
âgeto, why did you lie to me?â
your voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp and cold. suguru, lounging comfortably on the sofa like he owned the place, straightened up immediately, the usual warmth of your voice replaced by something far more biting. being called "geto" instead of "sugu" was all he needed to know that he was in trouble â deep trouble.
he glanced up at you, eyes widening slightly at your expression. you were pissed, more than he had anticipated. âwait, hold on â what are you talking about?â
you slammed your bag onto the nearest table, glaring at him like you were about to explode. âyou lied to me about the emergency, suguru! what the hell? you sent me on some bogus errand just so iâd miss sukuna showing up at the office? are you out of your goddamn mind?â
suguru winced at the bluntness of your words. he knew youâd be mad, but this? this was worse than heâd thought. âlook, i just didnât want you dealing with that asshole today, alright? youâve been stressed, and â"
âso you thought lying to me and sending me on a wild goose chase would help?!â you snapped, pacing angrily. âyou made me look like an idiot, suguru! and for what? to protect me from sukuna? i can handle myself, you know.â
he sighed, running a hand through his hair. âi know you can, but â"
âno, you donât know!â you cut him off, your frustration bubbling over. âyou donât get to decide how i handle my shit. i needed to be there for that meeting, and now youâve just made it ten times worse!â
he opened his mouth to respond, but you werenât having it. âyouâre not my babysitter, suguru. stop treating me like some delicate fucking flower.â
as you stood there, fuming, suguru got up from the sofa and walked toward you with that irritatingly calm demeanor of his. âcome on, sweetheart, calm down for a sec,â he called for you softly, even though you wanted to stay mad at him. his hand found its way to your arm, rubbing slow, calming circles as he stood close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him.
you hated how easily he could chip away at your anger like this. you let out a tired sigh, the fight draining out of you, leaning your head lightly against his shoulder. âsuguru, this was still messed up,â you muttered, though the sharpness in your tone had softened.
he felt his heart race at the contact, but kept his expression cool. âi know, i know. i was just trying to look out for you, but i get it â you donât need me to do that.â he paused, his voice dropping slightly, âabout the meeting... sukuna proposed a deal. a collaboration for the holiday season.â
you pulled back just enough to look at him. âa deal? with sukuna?â the skepticism was clear in your voice.
âyeah. i donât like it either, but it could be good for business,â he said, his thumb still tracing soothing patterns on your arm. âi figured weâd at least consider it.â
you sighed again, your frustration ebbing into something more like exhaustion. âalright. letâs take the deal. but next time, no more bullshit, okay?â
he gave a small smile, relief washing over him. âokay.â
suguru pulled out his phone and quickly texted your secretary to notify sukuna that theyâd agree to the proposal. as he sent the message, he couldnât help but glance at you, still leaning slightly against him. his heart was beating faster than it shouldâve, but he ignored it, focusing instead on getting business done.
âdonât ask, the brat insisted he sit here.â sukuna scoffed, gesturing at yuuji, who was practically bouncing in his seat, excitement radiating off him. it was hard to blame him, though; after all, they were making history here â ryomen collaborating with persephone.
âso, pretty simple â we start a joint venture solely for the christmas and new yearâs season, walk out with the profits, and pretend this never happened. deal?â sukuna stated, leaning back in his chair with an air of casual confidence.
âwow, nii-chan, you make a multi-billion deal sound so simple,â yuuji chimed in, his wide eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. he received an annoyed glare from sukuna in response.
âheâs right,â you spoke up for the first time since entering the room, your voice steady. âwe still need to discuss a lot more things in detail.â
sukuna scowled at you, torn between respect for your attention to detail and irritation that this wasnât as straightforward as heâd hoped. âwhat more is there to discuss? weâre splitting profits, thatâs it.â
you leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table. âfor starters, we need to decide how the marketing will work. are we promoting under both brands or focusing solely on one? and how do we plan to handle distribution?â
sukuna shrugged, leaning back as if your questions didnât faze him. âwe just let our teams figure that out. theyâre good at what they do. just make sure to keep your eye on your side of things.â
âthatâs not exactly a solid plan,â you replied, your tone firm. âif we donât have a cohesive strategy, we risk losing customers on both sides.â
âso you want to babysit my team?â he shot back, his eyes narrowing slightly.
âno, i want to ensure that this partnership is beneficial for both of us,â you retorted, holding his gaze. âwe need to figure out our target audience and how to appeal to them. plus, we should set clear expectations for each party involved.â
yuuji, sensing the rising tension, jumped in, trying to diffuse the situation. âwhat if we create a special holiday blend? something unique to this collaboration? that way, we can market it together and have fun with it!â
sukuna looked at yuuji, momentarily surprised by the suggestion. ânot a terrible idea, brat. but whatâs your point?â
âitâll give us something to push on social media, too! and if we make it limited edition, people will rush to buy it. we can use both of your brands to create buzz,â yuuji explained, his enthusiasm infectious.
âi like that,â you said, nodding in agreement. âit adds value and creates urgency. plus, we can promote it as a holiday exclusive, which will draw in more customers.â
sukuna crossed his arms, still skeptical. âfine, letâs say we go with that. but whatâs next? iâm not wasting time on endless meetings.â
âthen letâs set a timeline,â you suggested, jotting down notes on your tablet. âwe need deadlines for marketing materials, production schedules, and launch dates. if we want this to work, we need to be organized.â
âalright, letâs lay it out,â sukuna relented, though he still had that signature scowl on his face. âbut you better not fuck this up for me, or youâll be hearing from me.â
you smirked, feeling a sense of accomplishment. âtrust me, sukuna. if anyoneâs going to fuck this up, it wonât be me.â
the collaboration between ryomen and persephone was the talk of the town post-halloween. the launch of your joint christmas and new year holiday special didnât just turn heads â it seemed to capture the attention of every major sector. market analysts were buzzing with reports about the wine industryâs trajectory, forecasting the impact your collaboration would have on both your companiesâ market shares. singers and actors began endorsing your holiday blend, and even some of the biggest names in the industry wanted in. you and sukuna even managed to rope in mariah carey herself â a massive investment that nearly drained both of your wallets. but with profits flooding in almost immediately after, it felt more like a minor hiccup than a real setback.
tabloids, unsurprisingly, had a field day with it. their favorite narrative? that you were using your past connection with sukuna to get ahead in the market. "sheâs leveraging her history with him,â theyâd gossip. but just as quickly, the defense came: âthey just hate to see a girlboss winning.â the tabloids were shut down by the people, who were more focused on how well the collaboration was doing rather than who was behind it.
honestly, working with sukuna wasnât nearly as bad as you thought itâd be. sure, there was the occasional scowl or blunt comment at board meetings, but sukuna seemed to have more of a professional demeanor when it came to business. you only saw him once or twice during presentations or negotiations, and whenever you did, suguru was always close by. heâd be leaning in with a quick comment, making sure you felt comfortable, making it easier to shrug off sukunaâs sharper remarks.
things were actually starting to look good for once. there was hope, a sense of optimism that maybe things could keep going this well. your company was thriving, the collaboration was a success, and your name was gaining even more recognition in the industry.
until that damn christmas party.
the festive atmosphere had been building up for weeks â holiday music, the smell of mulled wine and cinnamon, twinkling lights strung up across your officeâs ceiling. persephone and ryomen had decided to throw a joint christmas bash for both companies to celebrate the success of your holiday line. everything seemed to be going smoothly.Â
that was, until things started to go a bit too smoothly.
everything was fine and dandy until you thought, why not have a sip of ryomen wine? after all, it had been so long since you'd last tried it, right? but the moment that familiar taste hit your tongue, you knew it was a mistake. was it the wine itself, or the flood of memories that came rushing back â of nights you'd rather forget, when alcohol was more of a crutch than a choice?
your stomach turned violently, the nausea creeping up your throat until you couldn't hold it in. before you knew it, you were dry heaving, the sound breaking through the music and laughter in the room. then, you lost it. you puked, right there in front of everyone â the guests, the business partners, the employees, all staring in shock.
"sugu, iâ" you tried to say, but the words were caught in your throat as you bent over, heaving again.
"shit, y/n, hold on," suguru rushed to your side, worry etched all over his face as he gently gripped your shoulders, guiding you away from the crowd. "breathe, okay? just breathe."
uraume, always quick on their feet, swiftly called in a medic who had been on standby, just in case. âiâve alerted the medic,â they said calmly, though their eyes betrayed the concern they felt seeing you like this.
but sukuna? he stood there, silent. frozen. for the first time in a long while, he didn't know what to feel. frustration, maybe? anger? embarrassment? or was it something else entirely â something closer to concern, though heâd never admit it, even to himself.
"fuck," sukuna muttered under his breath, the scowl on his face deepening as he watched the scene unfold. why the hell did she even drink that? part of him was annoyed, but there was a tug, something gnawing at him that he couldn't quite place. maybe it was the realization that seeing you like this affected him more than it should.
suguru glanced up at sukuna, his expression hard, almost daring him to say something. âyou gonna stand there, or help?â he spat, one arm still supporting you as you struggled to get your bearings.
sukunaâs jaw tightened, but instead of snapping back, he turned and walked away from the scene, his fists clenched. "fuck this."
everyone seemed more interested in sukunaâs abrupt departure than the fact that you had just puked. the whispers and gossip quickly shifted from your heaving to the sight of ryomen sukuna walking out of the party without a word. sure, it wasnât uncommon for people to get a little sick during the holidays â too much food, too much wine â but for sukuna to just up and leave while his business partner was clearly unwell? that was unheard of.
âdid you see him just walk out? what the hellâs his problem?â
âseriously? with y/n being sick? kinda heartless.â
you could hear the murmurs from the washroom as you splashed cold water onto your face, trying to steady yourself. was it the wine? the memories? you werenât sure anymore. your throat still burned, the taste of bile lingering as you rinsed your mouth. but it wasnât just the physical reaction that made your chest tighten â it was everything else. why now? why here?
yuuji stood by the door, fidgeting awkwardly, his usual energy subdued. âyou okay? need any more help?â he asked softly, his voice full of genuine concern. âi brought some mints if you want,â he added, pulling a small tin from his pocket, as if that could make things any better.
âthanks, yuuji,â you mumbled, forcing a small smile despite the situation. the sweetness in his gesture almost brought a tear to your eye.
suguru, on the other hand, was more serious, standing next to you as you dabbed a towel to your lips. âi knew this was a bad idea. shouldâve pulled you out earlier,â he muttered under his breath, his hand hovering near your back, ready to steady you if you faltered again. âscrew sukuna for making things worse.â
you shook your head, trying to dismiss the weight of it all. âitâs not his fault. i mean... i shouldâve known better than to drink that.â
suguruâs expression darkened slightly at your words. âdonât defend him, y/n. he walked out like a dick while youâre here puking your guts out. thatâs all i need to know.â
outside the washroom, uraume stood with quiet composure, offering their silent support. they didnât say anything, but you knew. they couldnât show outright sympathy â not with their loyalty to sukuna so visibly on display. but their presence alone was reassuring, as if they were silently letting you know that you werenât alone in this.
âuraume...you donât have to wait outside, you know,â you called out, your voice a little shaky.
âi know,â they replied evenly, their tone cool yet gentle. âbut iâll remain here, just in case.â their respect for boundaries was evident, but it didnât make their support any less felt.
you let out a long, shaky breath, staring at your reflection in the mirror. your eyes were red-rimmed, but whether that was from the nausea or the emotional weight, you couldnât tell. the memories tied to that damn wine were coming back, thick and heavy, clouding your thoughts.
why did it feel like this partnership was costing you more than you ever anticipated?
âthis isnât just about tonight,â you finally admitted aloud, though it was more to yourself than anyone else. suguru caught the shift in your tone, a flicker of worry crossing his face.
âwhat do you mean?â suguru asked, frowning.
you shook your head. ânothing... itâs just... all of this. itâs taking more of a toll on me than i thought.â
âthen maybe itâs time to pull back,â suguru suggested, his voice steady but protective. âyou donât have to keep pushing yourself for this partnership. not if itâs dragging you down.â
you wiped at the corner of your eye, the unshed tears barely noticeable. âi donât know if i can afford to pull back.â
suguru reached for your hand, his touch warm against your cold fingers. âthen weâll figure it out. together.â
with a small nod, you let out another deep breath, grateful for the support of the people who stayed, even while sukuna â and your past â walked out of the room.
sukuna sat at his desk, shoulders tense as he glared at the numbers flashing across his computer screen. he wasnât reading them â hadnât been for a while now. the only thing running through his mind was the scene from earlier, of you heaving in front of everyone at that damn christmas party. it left a bad taste in his mouth, one he couldnât seem to wash away. and it wasn't just the wine or the party.
he heard the quiet creak of his office door opening but didnât turn. he knew it was uraume before they even spoke.
âhowâs she?â he asked, his voice blunt, the edge of irritation barely masked. he didnât look up from the screen, but his mind had already drifted far from his work.
âsheâs alright,â uraume said, tone calm despite their own weariness. âyour brother and her partner were there for her.â
sukuna grunted. he was relieved but didnât say it. the fact that you had been taken care of wasnât the issue â it was the nagging frustration gnawing at him. he wasnât sure what to call it. anger? guilt? neither of those felt right. his brow furrowed deeper, fingers tapping impatiently on the desk as uraume lingered in the doorway.
they stood silently for a moment before finally daring to speak, stepping into the lionâs den with a quiet firmness. âyou know, walking out like thatâŠâ uraume started, carefully choosing their words. âit wasnât your best decision.â
sukunaâs eyes flicked up at that, narrowing slightly. âthe fuck are you getting at?â his voice was sharp, a bite in his tone that dared them to continue. uraume had always been one of the few who could speak openly to him, but even they knew the risks of poking at the king of curses when he was in a mood.
âshe was sick. and you left.â uraume crossed their arms, unshaken by sukunaâs glare. âitâs not just about appearances. itâs about how you handled the situation. or didnât handle it.â
sukunaâs jaw clenched. "sheâs not my fucking problem, alright? i donât owe her anything," he snapped, a low growl rumbling in his chest. âiâm not her babysitter. she got too into the wine, and itâs not my job to stand around coddling her like some fuckinâ weakling.â
uraumeâs gaze didnât waver. âit wasnât about babysitting her. it was about showing you gave a damn. even if you donât owe her anything, sheâs still your business partner for the time being.â
sukuna scoffed, pushing his chair back and standing up abruptly. âdonât lecture me about giving a damn, uraume. iâve done enough, and iâm not gonna sit around and play nice just because she puked at a party.â
but uraume wasnât done. they stepped closer, their calm demeanor unshaken by sukunaâs rising frustration. âyouâre not stupid. you know that partnership took more out of her than you think. her past with you, everything⊠itâs all coming back to haunt her. you walking away just made it worse.â
sukunaâs fist slammed onto the desk, the loud bang echoing through the room. âwhat the hell do you expect me to do? pat her on the back and tell her itâs all sunshine and rainbows? fuck that. she knew what she was getting into.â
uraume remained calm. âmaybe she did, but you didnât have to make it harder for her.â
sukunaâs eyes darkened, tension crackling in the air. âdonât tell me how to handle my shit. iâve got enough to deal with without worrying about her.â he was almost growling now, but uraume held their ground, unflinching.
âyou may not need to worry about her,â uraume said quietly, âbut that doesnât mean you should go out of your way to hurt her. you left for a reason tonight. you felt something, even if you wonât admit it.â
sukuna stared at them, his lips pulled into a scowl, but he said nothing. the silence stretched, heavy with unspoken tension. he hated that uraume was right, even if he wouldnât admit it. he had felt something. a pang of discomfort, maybe even guilt. watching you like that had stirred something inside him, and that feeling had only made him angrier.
he didnât know how to process it, so he had walked away.
with a sigh, uraume took a step back, sensing that pushing further would only provoke him more. âthink about it, ryomen,â they said softly before turning to leave.
as the door closed behind them, sukuna sank back into his chair, his mind racing. he hated feeling like this â like there was something clawing at him from the inside, something he couldnât control. and the worst part? it was all because of you.
he scowled, running a hand through his hair. "fucking hell," he muttered under his breath. you had gotten under his skin, and he wasnât sure what pissed him off more â your presence or the fact that he cared enough to notice.
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