#THE CHANGE FROM ‘I AM’ TO ‘I HAVE BEEN’

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine getting married to Caleb ft. non-mc reader. part 2

Imagine today was the day. The day Caleb had been waitimg for. The tuxedo felt tight, but that didn't matter. He was going to marry you. The person he loved more than life itself. The person who made every moment worth fighting for.

Imagine every detail had been meticulously planned, the flowers, the vows, the reception. But none of it truly mattered now. It was all about you and the life you two would share together after your vows and ceremony.

Imagine the way Caleb stood before the mirror, his hands slightly trembling as he adjusted his tie. His thoughts consumed by the person waiting for him in the chapel. He couldn't wait to see you, to take your hand and promise forever. That was the moment he had been waiting for ever since he met you and get to know you.

and Imagine before he could gather his thoughts any further his phone buzzed with a message from you.

You: Can't want to have my forever with you. I love you! See you soon 🍎

4:37 am

Imagine the way Caleb stared at the message, a smile tugging at his lips. His heart fluttered. He was so close now. He wanted to send something back. Something that would show you how much you meant to him, how much he had been looking forward to this day. How nothing, not even his job, would ever take him away from you.

His fingers hovered over the phone's screen. He started typing but text he paused. He left like no amount of text could reflect the way he was feeling right now. So he decided to send you a voice message instead.

"Whatever happens, I love you..." He startes and hit send. He got lost in the moment that he forgot what he was about to say. Nonetheless he continued with a smile on his face. "I can't wait to marry you. No mission, no order, nothing could ever change that."

Imagine just as he was about to hit send, a sharp knock echoed through the room, cutting through his thoughts like a blade.

Imagine the way the door opens and Caleb's heart skipped a beat. It was his commanding officer, a cold, emotionless presence that made Caleb's stomach drop.

"Colonel." The Commanding officer, CO greeted, his tone calm, like they were discussing the weather, not the most important day of Caleb's life. "I see you're prepared for the ceremony." Caleb's pulse quickened. "Yes, sir. But if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the chapel. I'm getting married today."

Imagine the way the CO didn't budge, he didn't even acknowledge the significance of Caleb's words. He just stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. "Actually, that's why I'm here." Caleb frowned, the dread creeping in. "You don't seem understand, sir. I'm getting married. Today. I had my leave of absence approved today and the rest of the month, sir."

Imagine the way the CO reached into his jacket pocketa and doesn't seem to take anything that Caleb has just said and pull out a folder and flipping it open, his gaze scanning the document with clinical precision. "You've been selected for immediate deployment, Colonel. Your mission is critical. I need you ready in thirty minutes."

Imagine the way Caleb's stomach twisted. His breath caught in his throat. "What? A mission? Today? On my wedding day?" His voice cracked as his entire world tilted.

Imagine the wah the CO didn't flinch, doesn't even seemed to care about the fact that this was supposed to be the most important moment of Caleb's life. His voice remained steady and detached. "Orders are orders, Colonel. This is non negotiable. You're the only one who can handle this. I need you out of here now."

Imagine the way Caleb's mind whirled. This couldn't be happening. He felt like he was drowning. Not today. Not now.

"I'm not going." Caleb spat. His voice trembling with frustration but his eyes were locked onto the CO, his body tense. "I can't go. I won't go. I'm getting married today. I promised them. This is the day I promised- this is the day we promised. You cannot take that from me." His gaze harden. "I won't let you."

Imagine the CO's face was unreadable, but his next words were ice cold. "You'll do your duty, Colonel or I'll have you removed. You don't get to choose today."

Imagine the way Caleb's heart was hammering on his chest. He couldn't breathe. His body was shaking, not from fear but from pure desperation. He couldn't lose this. He wouldn't lose this. He wasn't just fighting for his life. He was fighting for you.

Imagine he took a deep breath, his hands shaking at his sides. His voice dropped to a low growl, full of defiance. "I'd rather be court martialed. I'd rather be discharged than miss my own wedding." His words hung in the air, raw and desperate. "I'm not going. You can’t make me."

Imagjne the way the CO's face remained stoic but Caleb could see the shift in his eyes. The soldier who had been so calm, so indifferent, was now aware. The reality of Caleb's desperation had settled into the room, but it didn't matter. The orders had been given.

Imagine the CO's voice was firm. "You will go, Colonel. You will leave. I don't care if you're in a tuxedo. You're going. If I have to drag you out, I will."

Imagine Caleb started breathing ragged. The way his chest started heaving. His vision was starting to cloud with rage, but more than that, with the fear of losing everything he had worked for. He needed to be with you. He couldn't lose you. Not like this.

Imagine Caleb's evol flared into life. The way the room seemed to shake as the force around him intensified. The walls groaned under the strain as Caleb's evol bent the space around him. The soldiers outside the door were already entering, taking position. Caleb's violet iris flickered toward them, the sheer desperation in his chest making his entire body tremble. They couldn't take this from him.

Imagine he pushed himself forward, forcing his gravity to send the soldiers flying. They crashed into the walls, but it wasn't enough. There were too many of them.

"No!" Caleb shouted. His voice cracking with the intensity of his emotions. He tried to move, to push his way through the door out of this place and get to the chapel. Get to you. His heart was pounding in his chest and the pain of not being able to reach you was unbearable.

but Imagine the soldiers weren't backing down either. One lunged forwarda and grab his arms, yanking them behind his back. Caleb twisted in the grip but the soldiers were too well trained, like it was hone to go after him. The other grabbed his legs, sweeping him off his feet. He could feel his power slipping, his energy draining but he wasn't done. He struggled with every ounce of strength, his body fighting against their hold.

"Get off me!" Caleb growled. The words barely escaping through gritted teeth. He was trying so hard. His heart was screaming for you, for the wedding, for everything he had dreamed of. But it wasn't enough.

Imagine another soldier stepped forward, and before Caleb could even react. A needle pierced his skin. He felt the cold sting of the sedative entering his bloodstream. His vision swam, his thoughts became foggy.

"No..." Caleb whispered, his body growing heavy, the power fading from his limbs. "No... You can't do this..." He started seeing black dots and it scared him. "No...! Please.... please I have to..."

Imagine as the sedative took a full effect, his words slurred, his body collapsing under the weight of the drugs. The last thing he saw was the door to the chapel, the one where the two of you went into and decided it was the way you wanted to get married and he agreed. It'll make you happy. And then he imagined you and then nothing.

Imagine not too far away from the scene was MC who stood in the hallway. Originally she was here to check on Caleb making sure everything was okay. But now, her heart breaking as she listened to the sounds of Caleb's struggle, his shouts, his desperate refusal. She could feel the intensity in the air. She knew Caleb was trying with everything he had. But it was never going to be enough.

and Imagine, more than anything. She needed to tell you that. Fast. Before everything fall apart beyond repair.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: everybody say- thank you for coming home caleb.

[cheftsunoda]

it’s only been 2 days but it feels like a lifetime, i simply can’t stay away.

ollie bearman x antonelli! law student! reader

ollie and kimi’s list of crimes grows by the week it seems and that has moved me so now we’re here. It just makes sense that kimis older sister is a law student who falls for oliver “can’t stop confessing to crimes” bearman.

i’m gonna have to start a notes app of the ideas i have for you, i’m starting to lose track.

(also i changed my picture, tell me im pretty (despite the obvious lack of mascara))

love you❤️

in the name of the law — ob87

smau + blurbs

ollie bearman x !law student antonelli reader

kimi antonelli x !sister reader

being kimi antonelli’s older sister was always a full time job. add law school and two races a month into the mix? you are stuck somewhere between impossible and unhinged. but kimi was in his rookie F1 season, hopelessly attached to you, and you had structured your third year of law school to be mostly remote — which meant that you were always in that monaco apartment. and then there was ollie. oliver bearman— kimi’s best friend, haas’ new golden boy, and human liability. he had a talent for racking up speeding tickets in different countries, for accidentally live streaming things that should’ve stayed private, and for looking at you like you are the only person in the paddock that mattered. you tried to focus on torts and case law, on keeping your little brother grounded in the most high pressure season of his life, but ollie kept showing up — in the kitchen, on your phone, in your head. somehow, between championship points and legal deadlines, you were falling for the one man who couldn’t stop confessing to crimes.

fc : ashton wood

(a/n) : omg hey my angellllll<3 you look absolutely stunning like i would marry you rn on the spot. like soooooo fucking good. barking. growling. on my knees. PICK ME PLEASE. and i get so sad if you’re not in my inbox for more than like two days… im just like does she not love me no more??? where is my WIFEEE?? but i love u sm and this idea was so cute and i had so much fun.

also i saw an interview where ollie said kimi was moving in with him after he graduates so i made that a thing in this fic so yayyyy:)

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yn_antonelli

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yn_antonelli : officially back in monaco and i have two things to say. 1. i am in love with simba gasly 2. this picture of maggie refusing to let me go at the airport is precious and will forever be etched the back of my brain. that is all. goodnight x

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pierregasly : the real question is when are you babysitting again bc he cried as soon as you left

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↳ yn_antonelli : do NOT tell me that. i will dognap him rn 😭

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↳ franciscagomes : pretty sure he likes you more than us anyways🤷🏻‍♀️

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babickovaeli : i missed you so so much! we def need to go out again and make kimi pay 😌

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↳ yn_antonelli : i missed you even more 😚 dinner and drinks taste much better on kimi’s card.

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↳ kimi.antonelli : isn’t the older sibling supposed to pay for everything?

↳ yn_antonelli : 🍅🍅

↳ yn_antonelli : the older sibling in this case is broke from law school and flying around the world to comfort her little brother.

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↳ kimi.antonelli : fair. take my card anytime you want

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kimi.antonelli : mia bella sorella, sono così felice di riaverti. (my beautiful sister, so happy to have you back.)

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↳ yn_antonelli : what do you want

↳ yn_antonelli : you are only nice like this when you want something

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↳ kimi.antonelli : not true. SLANDER.

↳ yn_antonelli : you are using that wrong.

↳ yn_antonelli : anyways. get to it. what do you want?

↳ kimi.antonelli : just really grateful to have such a supportive sister (i need you to make sure what im signing is legit)

↳ yn_antonelli : there it is. be home soon.

↳ kimi.antonelli : also maggie never looked that happy to see me.

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↳ yn_antonelli : u just aren’t the fave

↳ username000 : the antonelli sibs are so special to me

maxverstappen1 : Glad you are back. Kimi has been rude since you left.

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↳ yn_antonelli : andrea. is this true?

↳ lando : oh she first named you bro.

↳ kimi.antonelli : MAX!!!! stop. yn he is just trying to get me in trouble. i have been an angel the entire time.

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↳ kimi.antonelli : slander. AGAIN. i need a lawyer.

↳ yn_antonelli : cannot be part of this case as it is conflict of interest srry

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olliebearman : you say goodnight and then proceed to send me 17 simba pictures

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↳ yn_antonelli : unappreciative 🤧 never texting you ever again

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↳ olliebearman : noooooo yn. i didn’t mean it!! how can i ever make it up to you??? 🧎‍♂️

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↳ yn_antonelli : send me a shirtless selfie xx

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↳ kimi.antonelli : OLLIE DO NOT. YN BAD. NO.

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↳ olliebearman : too late

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↳ yn_antonelli : licking my phone screen rn

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↳ kimi.antonelli : ugh gross 🤮

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You barely get the door open before Kimi’s voice rings out from somewhere inside the apartment.

“Took you long enough. Did you adopt Simba or something?”

You laugh, toeing off your sneakers and dropping your bag near the couch. “Honestly? I wouldn’t have said no. That dog has better manners than you.”

Kimi pokes his head out of the kitchen with a dramatic eye roll. “He also tried to eat my sock last time I visited. We’re not pretending he’s innocent.”

You make your way into the kitchen, still sun-kissed from your weekend at Pierre and Kika’s place. “Okay but he is the love of my life. It’s Simba’s world and we’re all just living in it.”

Kimi snorts. “God help us all.”

You pull open the fridge, immediately grimacing. “Why is there nothing in here except Gatorade, one sad orange, and what looks like leftover fries in a coffee filter?”

“That’s Ollie’s attempt at dinner,” Kimi says, wandering in behind you. “He said he was ‘too tired use a plate’ like that explains anything.”

“You both need supervision.”

“Yeah, well,” Kimi shrugs. “That’s why you’re here.”

Right on cue, the front door opens and Ollie strolls in, kicking it shut behind him. He’s still in his team polo, curls slightly windswept, a grin spreading across his face the second he spots you.

“Well, well, well,” he says. “Monaco just got a little prettier.”

You shoot him a look, trying not to smile. “Did you practice that?”

“Nope,” he says, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door. “You just have that effect on me.”

Kimi groans. Loudly. “Do you hear yourself?”

“I’m just being polite,” Ollie says, walking into the kitchen. “Besides, I haven’t seen her in, what, three days? I think that earns me at least one compliment.”

“She doesn’t want your compliments,” Kimi mutters.

“I actually don’t mind them,” you say casually, pulling out a glass.

Kimi nearly chokes on air. “You’re both dead to me.”

Ollie leans against the counter next to you, close enough that you feel his shoulder brush yours. “So how was Simba? Did he try to come home with you?”

You grin. “Almost. Kika caught him trying to sneak into my suitcase.”

“Smart dog,” he says, then adds under his breath, “Same strategy I was gonna try.”

Kimi flings a kitchen towel at his face. “NO. No flirting with my sister! That is a rule. A written rule!”

“I’ve never seen this in writing,” Ollie grins, pulling the towel off his head.

“Do I need to draft a contract?” Kimi snaps.

“Boys,” you say, sipping your water with mock serenity, “I’ve literally passed two tort exams this week. I could sue both of you for emotional distress and win.”

Ollie leans in a little closer. “I’d represent myself. Just to sit across from you in court.”

Kimi makes a strangled noise. “I’m moving out. I’m going to Max’s.”

“Go ahead,” you and Ollie say in unison.

Kimi turns on his heel and disappears down the hallway, muttering about betrayal and restraining orders. You glance at Ollie, who’s still watching you with a soft, smug smile.

“Welcome home,” he says, a little quieter this time.

You shake your head, fighting the blush. “Shut up.”

But you’re smiling too.

—

The sun is high, the Mediterranean is sparkling in the distance, and your torts textbook is open in front of you, pages fluttering slightly in the breeze. You’ve managed two whole hours of peace — no noise, no distractions, just iced coffee, highlighters, and the faint hum of waves below. For once, it feels like law school might not destroy you. Naturally, the universe doesn’t let that last.

“OI, PROFESSOR,” Kimi’s voice echoes from inside the apartment. “DO WE GET EXTRA CREDIT IF WE BRING SNACKS?”

You don’t even look up. “Not if they’re flaming hot Cheetos again.”

A beat.

“What if it’s Oreos?” Ollie asks, suddenly appearing beside you with a grin and a very suspicious looking plate of cookies.

You blink at him. “You didn’t make these, did you?”

“I assembled them,” he offers proudly.

“You stacked them, didn’t you?”

“Triple decker,” he confirms.

Kimi barrels onto the balcony a second later with a half-full Gatorade and no sense of spatial awareness. “Move your highlighters. I need space.”

“You’re not studying,” you say flatly.

“I’m auditing.”

“This is not a seminar.”

“Yet.”

You sigh and scoot your books over slightly to make room, though it feels more like you’re giving your sanity away inch by inch.

Ollie plops down beside you, his knee bumping yours like it’s muscle memory. He rests his chin in his hand and squints at your open notes. “Okay, explain this bit to me. What’s ‘negligence per se’?”

You pause. “It’s when someone breaks a law that’s specifically meant to prevent the kind of harm that occurred. So the violation itself proves negligence.”

Ollie nods solemnly. “Right, like when Kimi—”

“Don’t.” Kimi warns.

“No, no, I need this for context,” you say, half-laughing, half-afraid. “What did he do?”

Ollie leans in, voice lowered like he’s telling you a secret. “Okay so last winter, Kimi tried to ‘drift’ a golf cart through a snow-covered paddock in Austria—”

“OLLIE.”

“—and he may have taken out a VIP lounge tent.”

“It was poorly placed!” Kimi argues, flailing one hand while sipping Gatorade with the other.

You stare at them. “That’s—okay, yeah, that’s textbook negligence. Possibly even reckless endangerment. You’re lucky no one sued.”

Kimi pouts. “You say that like it wasn’t sick.”

“It was impressively dumb,” you reply. “Which is different.”

Ollie grins, shameless. “Okay, what about unauthorized use of a vehicle?”

You narrow your eyes. “Why are you asking that?”

“No reason.”

“Ollie.”

“Well—hypothetically,” he says, drawing the word out, “if someone borrowed a security buggy in Baku because they were late for curfew—”

“OH MY GOD.”

“—and accidentally drove it onto pit lane—”

“KIMI,” you hiss, looking at your brother, who’s pointedly not making eye contact.

Kimi shrugs. “It was dark.”

“You two are a liability.”

“We’re a team,” Ollie corrects. “A chaotic, well-fed team.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “I am going to need my own legal insurance policy just knowing you two.”

Ollie leans closer, nudging your elbow until you peek at him through your fingers.

“If you ever get tired of civil law,” he says with a smirk, “you could always defend me full-time. I promise to make it worth your while.”

You stare. “Are you flirting while listing things I could put you in prison for?”

“Gotta keep you engaged,” he says innocently. “This is interactive learning.”

“Interactive insanity.”

Kimi snorts. “I should charge tuition just for having to listen to this.”

“Or therapy,” you mutter, scribbling unauthorized vehicle use into the margin of your notebook.

Ollie leans back in his chair, stealing one of your sticky notes and doodling a heart on it.

“C’mon, counselor,” he says with a lazy grin, “you love us.”

You roll your eyes. “I deal with knowing you.”

“Same thing,” Kimi mumbles around an Oreo.

You look between the two of them — one covered in cookie crumbs, the other still grinning like he’s the protagonist in a romcom. Your study session is in shambles, your textbook is now decorated with cartoon smiley faces, and you’re weirdly okay with all of it. Against your better judgment, you smile. “God help me.”

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twitter!

f1gossipgirls : Kimi Antonelli went on a podcast and casually admitted to credit card fraud because he and ollie bearman “stole Ollie’s trainers credit card and bought a ton of stuff” — and his sister, who is literally in law school, interrupted the interview just to say, “As Kimi’s legal counsel, I strongly advise him to shut the fuck up.” no like this family is unhinged 😭😭😭😭

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username00 : i need to hear ollie’s side of the story rn

username0 : yn is so iconic. she was just there scolding kimi and those interviewers were dying laughing.

username1 : not kimi casually stealing a card and calling it “a misunderstanding” 💀

username5 : no but imagine yn just trying to finish her reading and kimi’s like “is stealing really stealing if it was an accident?”

username7 : yn antonelli is only 3rd year law student and she is already getting a taste of the real world trying to defend ollie and her brother 😭

—

The living room is deceptively calm. You’re planted on the floor with your back against the couch, surrounded by an explosion of law textbooks, color coded notes, and the faint hum of lo-fi study music playing from your headphones. You’ve got a midterm next week, a case brief due tomorrow, and maybe three functioning brain cells left. Kimi, meanwhile, is perched at the kitchen counter behind you, deep into a Zoom podcast interview with his mic clipped to his hoodie and zero adult supervision.

You’re not paying attention. You should’ve been. “Yeah, so we did actually steal his credit card.”

Your head jerks up so fast you pull a muscle in your neck. “Ollie dared me to do it, and I figured, you know, he probably deserved it after that one gym session where he made me run stairs for 45 minutes. So I just… took it.”

You freeze, blinking at the wall like it’ll provide answers. “We ordered like… a beanbag, noise-cancelling headphones, five boxes of protein bars, a punching bag — which is still in the hallway, by the way — and I think we accidentally subscribed him to like a fruit of the month thing.”

You slam your torts textbook shut and turn around slowly.

“Kimi. What the actual hell did you just say?”

He half-glances at you over his shoulder. “Huh?”

“You just confessed. To intentional credit card fraud. On camera.”

One of the podcast hosts snorts. “Wait, is that your sister?”

Kimi lights up like he’s proud. “Yeah, that’s her! She’s in law school.”

You march straight into frame, highlighter still in hand, and give the camera your most professional death glare.

“Hi, yes, as Kimi’s legal counsel — and unfortunately, his sister — I would just like to advise Kimi to shut the fuck up.”

The podcast hosts lose it. One of them chokes on their drink. Another is wheezing.

Kimi grins. “She’s mad because I wouldn’t let her eat the protein bars.”

“I’m mad because you’re out here building a felony portfolio and dragging me down with you!”

From down the hall, Ollie calls out helpfully, “Don’t forget the disco light!”

“YOU ORDERED A DISCO LIGHT?!”

“I thought it would help morale!”

“Oh my god.”

You drag a hand down your face, muttering to yourself about future bar applications and how early is too early to start drinking.

“Kimi,” you say slowly, “you knew it wasn’t your card?”

“Yeah, obviously. His last name is literally on it.”

You stare at him. The hosts are still dying.

“I hate this family,” you mutter, storming off screen.

In the distance, you hear Ollie yell, “Wait, do you know where the disco light went?”

You yell back, “INTO THE EVIDENCE BIN. NEITHER OF YOU GET IT BACK.”

—

Kimi left an hour ago for some cardio session you’re 90% sure he’s going to complain about in thirty minutes. He’d barely made it to the elevator before turning back to shout, “Don’t let Ollie set anything on fire while I’m gone!”

You’d saluted. Ollie had bowed. Now, the sun is casting golden light through the windows, and the chaos has settled into something soft and warm. You’re curled up on the couch, laptop back open, textbook balanced on the armrest beside you, highlighter clutched loosely in one hand. Your coffee’s gone cold, but you’re too lazy to care. Ollie’s across from you at the kitchen island, scrolling on his phone, chewing idly on a granola bar. He’s unusually quiet, for once not throwing a stress ball or trying to balance a fork on his nose. You catch him sneaking glances at you every few seconds.

You raise an eyebrow. “You good?”

He pauses, like he’s debating something. Then he sets his phone down and stands up, wiping his hands on his hoodie like he’s nervous. Which is weird. Ollie is never nervous.

“I was just thinking,” he starts, walking over to you, “you know between your legal intervention and Kimi admitting to credit card fraud on both of our behalf…it’s been a chaotic day.”

You smirk. “That’s what happens when you two share a frontal lobe.”

He grins but doesn’t take the bait. Instead, he leans his hip against the back of the couch, voice soft now. “You’re always dealing with us, huh? Cleaning up our messes, reading law books while we’re over here planning our next felony.”

You tilt your head. “It’s not technically felony-level. Yet.”

“Still,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “You do a lot. For Kimi. For me.”

You blink, heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it does whenever he gets like this — a little too sincere, a little too close.

He hesitates, then finally blurts, “So I figured maybe it was time I took you out. On a real date.”

You freeze. “A real date?”

He nods, eyes on yours. “Yeah. Not a team dinner. Not a group movie night where Kimi insists on sitting between us like a human traffic cone. Just me and you. Somewhere nice.”

You blink again.

“You’re serious.”

“I’m very serious,” he says. “I even googled romantic restaurants in Monaco, which is something I thought only Charles would do. So that’s how committed I am.”

Your cheeks are warm. “Did you really?”

“I did,” he says proudly. “I also accidentally made a reservation under the name ‘Oliver Bearclaw’ because I was on voice text and sneezed halfway through.”

You laugh, pressing your hand over your mouth. “That’s so stupid.”

He grins. “Yeah, but you’re smiling. So I’m calling it a win.”

You look at him for a moment — all sunlit curls and hopeful eyes and way too much heart in his stupid little grin — and it hits you that he’s not just asking you on a date. He’s been falling for you this whole time. The flirting, the teasing, the way he always walks into a room and makes sure to say hi to you first — it wasn’t just a joke. It was real. And maybe… you’ve been falling, too. You set your laptop aside and stand up slowly, facing him.

“Okay,” you say softly. “Take me out, Bearclaw.”

His grin widens like the sun just came up.

“For real?”

“For real,” you nod. “But only if you promise not to commit any crimes between now and then.”

He places a hand over his heart. “No felonies, I swear.”

“Misdemeanors?”

“Minor ones.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile’s too wide to hide.

—

The restaurant is tucked away on a quiet corner near the Port, a place you’ve passed a hundred times but never stepped inside. It’s warm and golden inside, all low lighting and tall windows that overlook the water. The kind of place where time feels like it stretches and softens around the edges. And Ollie — Ollie is waiting at the table, sleeves rolled to his forearms, curls a little too fluffy, smile entirely too wide when he sees you walk in.

He stands up fast, almost knocking into the waiter. “You look—wow.”

You glance down at yourself, at the simple dress and slightly curled hair. “I look what?”

He pulls your chair out for you. “Like you’re about to sue me and steal my heart.”

You laugh as you sit down. “That was tragic. And kind of sweet.”

“Story of my life.”

Dinner is easy — conversation flowing like it always does, but softer somehow. You talk about school, about the things you hate studying, about how you once considered switching to marine biology after a breakdown in year one.

He talks about growing up on tracks, about how surreal it still feels to be in F1. He doesn’t say it out loud, but you know the weight it isn’t always gentle. You reach across the table and touch his hand when his voice gets quiet. He relaxes immediately under your fingers.

Dessert comes and he orders two spoons without even asking. “I’m not letting you eat crème brûlée alone. That’s a crime.”

“You would know.”

He smiles, but there’s a shift — something tender in his eyes, something quieter than the usual chaos he tosses around like confetti. After dinner, you walk along the marina. Monaco glows at night — golden lights reflected in the water, luxury yachts bobbing gently, laughter drifting from balconies. He keeps brushing against your shoulder like he’s testing fate. You stop near the railing, just where the dock curves out toward the sea.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say, glancing up at him. “It was… really good.”

He looks at you like you hung the moon. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

You smile. “I kind of figured. The flirting during my breakdowns was a giveaway.”

“I had to keep you entertained somehow. Also, I thought maybe you’d be impressed by my criminal record.”

You laugh, leaning into him. “It’s extensive. I might write a dissertation.”

“I’d be honored.”

He takes your hand then — slow, careful, like he’s waited exactly long enough to be sure. And when you look up at him, heart beating a little too fast, he leans in and kisses you. Soft, like a secret. Like a promise.

There’s nothing dramatic about it — no fireworks or cheers or music swelling behind you. Just his hand on your waist, the scent of the sea, and the feeling that maybe, finally, the chaos has led you somewhere you want to stay.

You pull back slightly, smiling against his lips. “So… what’s the verdict?”

He grins. “You’re definitely going to be the smartest person I’ve ever dated.”

“Yeah?”

“And the prettiest.”

Your face warms as you nudge him playfully. “God, Kimi’s gonna hate this.”

“Yeah,” Ollie laughs. “But I don’t really care.”

And neither do you.

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f1gossipgirls : Ollie Bearman went on the same podcast as Kimi Antonelli and not only CONFIRMED the credit card theft story — he added that he once “stole his trainer’s ID so he couldn’t leave the track and I wouldn’t have to do cooldown laps.” To which a poor and tired YN Antonelli yelled at him from behind the camera, “OLIVER. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. STOP. TALKING.” 

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username000 : someone needs to lock these men up and give yn a vacation + a bottle of wine

↳ yn_antonelli : i need it. pls. someone help.

username00 : they’re gonna get her disbarred before she even graduates

username1 : ollie’s smile when she scolded him?? he’s in love.

username5 : her legal career hasn’t even started and she’s already stuck doing crisis PR full time 😭

username7 : oh i love them all so much. give them to me.

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The door is closed. Your laptop is open. The air conditioning is finally working. For the first time in 48 hours, you feel a tiny hint of peace. You’re curled up on the small couch in Ollie’s driver room, laptop buzzing and an absurdly large iced coffee next to you. There’s just enough WiFi to submit your assignment and watch a torts lecture on double speed. Across the room, Ollie is mid-interview with a podcast crew — his mic clipped to his race suit, feet kicked up on a stool, expression way too relaxed for someone with a camera in his face.

You’re only half-listening until you hear it.

“Yeah, the credit card thing was real.”

Your eyes snap up from your laptop.

The host laughs. “Wait, seriously? You and Kimi actually used your trainer’s card?”

Ollie just grins, dimples out, completely unbothered. “Oh yeah. We found it on the counter before a sim session and decided to test if it worked.”

Your highlighter slips out of your hand.

“It did,” he continues, like he’s talking about the weather. “So we just… kept using it.”

You sit up. “Oliver.”

“We didn’t buy anything crazy,” he says quickly. “Mostly snacks. Gym gear. A massage gun. I think Kimi ordered a beanbag chair. And like, maybe… matching hoodies?”

You slam your laptop shut. “Oliver.”

The host is laughing too hard to ask the next question. Another one goes, “That’s insane. What did your trainer say?”

“Oh, he was chill about it,” Ollie says, waving it off. “I gave the card back eventually. But that’s not even the worst thing I’ve done to him.”

Your head whips around. “Don’t—”

“There was this one time in Silverstone,” Ollie says, leaning back, “where I straight up stole his  ID.”

The room goes silent.

The hosts blink. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, I took his ID and hid it in my glove box. He couldn’t leave the track because security wouldn’t let him through the gates.”

You stare at him in pure disbelief. “Why?”

He shrugs, totally unapologetic. “Because I didn’t want to do cooldown laps alone and he said he had somewhere to be. So I… created a situation.”

From your corner, you yell without even thinking.

“OLIVER. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. STOP. TALKING.”

He jumps slightly and turns toward you with a guilty smile. “Oh. Hi.”

You stand up slowly, hands on your hips. “You’re on a recorded podcast. And you just admitted to identity theft.”

“Technically it wasn’t identity theft,” he says innocently. “I didn’t use it. I just… blocked his escape.”

“That’s not better!”

One of the podcast hosts mutters, “This is better than Drive to Survive.”

You walk into frame, highlighter still in hand like a legal weapon. “Hi. Yes. As Oliver Bearman’s unofficial legal counsel and the only sane adult in his orbit, I would like to make a formal statement— he is no longer allowed to speak in public.”

The hosts are crying with laughter now.

Ollie beams at you. “She’s cute when she’s mad, isn’t she?”

You turn slowly toward the camera. “He’s lucky he’s cute or I’d be representing him from a holding cell.”

He winks. “Wouldn’t be the worst date we’ve had.”

You groan, turning away. “I’m going to sue you.”

“Good thing you’re already in law school.”

Behind the camera, someone whispers, “I think they’re in love.”

You grab your laptop and head toward the door before Ollie can start confessing to international crimes.

As you’re halfway out, you hear—

“Wait, can I tell them the story about the golf cart in Barcelona?”

“NO, YOU CANNOT.”

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yn_antonelli

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yn_antonelli : since ollie and kimi insist on admitting their crimes in front of the whole world, i made them take me to brunch and used both of their cards at hermes as payment for my defense.

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franciscagomes : brunch and birkins… you’ve got a bright future in negotiations mama

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oscarpiastri : So what I’m hearing is that you extorted your clients?

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↳ yn_antonelli : actually mr. piastri, it is considered compensation for emotional damages.

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kimi.antonelli : STOP SPENDING ALL MY MONEY PLEASEEEE

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↳ yn_antonelli : stop confessing to crimes on live podcasts and maybe we can discuss a compromise

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↳ kimi.antonelli : honestly fair point tbh.

alexandrasaintmleux : your honor, she’s iconic. sigh.

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↳ yn_antonelli : omg omg i love uuuuu

isackhadjar : that is ollie’s hand. i am not stupid.

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↳ kimi.antonelli : wait what

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The sun is shining, the water is glittering, and Kimi Antonelli looks like he hasn’t slept in 36 hours. Even though he just slept for 14. 

“Why am I here,” he grumbles, slumped in the backseat of the Uber with sunglasses that cover half his face. “I didn’t even confess that many crimes.”

“You admitted to credit card fraud and stealing a man’s identity in the span of twenty-four hours,” you say, scrolling through the brunch menu on your phone. “I deserve eggs. I deserve champagne. I deserve a Birkin.”

“You’re going to steal our money to buy a Birkin.”

“I defended you from public ridicule and potential legal investigation.”

“I don’t even like brunch,” he mutters. “Who eats breakfast at 11:30?”

“People who aren’t under investigation,” you snap.

Ollie, sitting beside you in the Uber, just laughs — far too amused by the whole situation. “I like brunch,” he says, looking down at you with that stupid grin. “Especially when you’re mad. You get all—bossy.”

You glance up, squinting. “Would you like to confess anything else while we’re en route to a public restaurant?”

“Not unless you’re charging me by the hour.”

Kimi groans dramatically. “I hate whatever the fuck this is.” 

—

You’re seated at an outdoor table with a sea view, sunglasses on, napkin in your lap, and a mimosa already in hand. Kimi looks like he’s about to throw himself into the ocean.

Ollie’s watching you over his menu, smirking. “You’re glowing today.”

“That’s what financial revenge and fresh pastries will do to a girl,” you hum.

The waiter returns with your first round of orders — coffee for Kimi, a breakfast burger for Ollie, and a small mountain of avocado toast and poached eggs for you.

“I hope you’re both ready to pay,” you say brightly, stabbing your fork into your toast. “Because I ordered three sides. Out of principle.”

Kimi doesn’t look up. “I’m telling Nonna you bullied me.”

“She’ll be proud I’m finally asserting myself.”

“Does she know you're about to max out my card at Hermès?”

“She would be proud.”

Ollie sips his orange juice, clearly enjoying this too much. “Honestly, watching you argue is kind of hot. Should I confess to tax evasion next?”

You pause, slowly turning toward him. “Don’t. You. Dare.”

He grins, unbothered. “You’d still make me pay for brunch first.”

You tilt your head. “Damn right I would.”

Kimi finally looks up from his phone. “Are you two together or are you just blackmailing him through brunch?”

You and Ollie both respond at the same time—

“None of your business.”

“I think I’m in love with her.”

You nearly choke on your mimosa.

Kimi slaps his credit card on the table. “I’m leaving. I’m paying. I want nothing to do with whatever this is.”

“But we haven’t ordered dessert yet,” you pout.

Kimi glares at you through his sunglasses. “I will throw you into the sea.”

“Please do,” Ollie says, smirking again. “I’ll jump in after her.”

“You’re both sick,” Kimi says, standing and muttering as he walks toward the cashier. “I’m moving out.”

You smile as the waiter returns with a tiny silver bell and a dessert menu.

“Round two?” Ollie asks, reaching for your hand under the table.

You squeeze his fingers. “You’re paying.”

He grins, boyish and hopeless. “Always.”

—

You had planned for Hermes after brunch as Kimi made a comment about how “law students don’t need nice bags” and Ollie laughed, and now here you are, standing outside the most intimidating boutique in all of Monaco — sunglasses on, mimosa still coursing through your veins, and absolutely unhinged on principle.

“YN,” Kimi says warily as the automatic glass doors open, “let’s talk.”

“No,” you say sweetly. “You committed crimes. Now I’m committing retail.”

Ollie follows you in like a golden retriever on a leash made of guilt and admiration. Kimi drags his feet like a hostage.

“Do you need a bag that costs more than your first years tuition?” Kimi hisses as the polished sales assistant greets you like you’re royalty.

“I need financial restitution,” you say calmly, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “And emotional closure.”

The assistant smiles. “Are we shopping for anything in particular today, madam?”

You gesture to Kimi and Ollie, both standing awkwardly behind you like they’re about to be publicly executed. “They’ll be paying.”

The woman beams.

“Excellent. Right this way.”

—

You’re standing in front of a full-length mirror with a black Birkin draped over your forearm. It looks obscene. It looks divine. It looks like justice.

Ollie’s perched on the velvet bench nearby, watching you with the kind of dumb, smitten look that says, I would rob a bank if she asked nicely.

“You like it?” he asks, tipping his head.

You raise a brow. “I love it.”

“Then it’s yours.”

Kimi, from the corner, nearly chokes on the sparkling water the assistant brought him. “I’m sorry, what?!”

“She loves it,” Ollie shrugs, pulling out his card. “She deserves it.”

“She bullied us into a brunch we didn’t want and is now financially blackmailing us in Hermès!”

You smirk as the assistant gently takes the bag from you to box it up.

“You’re the one who said ‘it wasn’t even a big deal’ after admitting to stealing a man’s identity on camera.”

“You didn’t represent me! You just yelled ‘shut the fuck up’ from behind the couch!”

“That was the defense! And it worked!”

Ollie, whispering to the cashier— “Would now be a bad time to mention I also used the trainer’s gym membership without asking?”

“KIMI. HE DID MORE. THAT MEANS I GET SHOES TOO.”

Kimi is now fully slumped into the armchair, sunglasses on, mouthing prayers to the ceiling.

The assistant hands you the receipt with a reverent smile and says, “We’ve added a small gift for your troubles.”

You nod graciously. “As you should.”

As you walk out, massive shopping bag in one hand and Ollie’s hand in the other, you turn back and call. 

“Thanks for brunch! Thanks for the bag! Try not to commit any more felonies this week!”

Kimi doesn’t respond. He’s already Googling how to block you from his bank account.

—

The apartment is quiet. Sunlight pours through the windows, casting golden light across the hardwood floors. For once, there’s no podcast playing, no shoes being thrown, no one dramatically announcing a new crime. Just you and Ollie in the kitchen.

You’re leaned against the counter, his hands on either side of your hips, your fingers tangled in the soft collar of his hoodie. He’s smiling against your mouth — all warm lips, soft touches, and stolen breaths like this has been a long time coming. Because it has.

“I really like you,” he murmurs, nudging your nose with his.

“Even though I made you pay for the Birkin?”

“Especially because you made me pay for the Birkin.”

You laugh, tugging him closer by his hoodie strings, just as he leans in again — lips brushing yours, his thumb ghosting along your neck. It’s soft, easy, a little reckless.

And then— The front door bursts open.

“WHY IS THERE A PARKING TICKET WITH MY NAME ON IT?!”

You and Ollie freeze mid-kiss like two teenagers caught making out by a high school principal. Except the principal is your younger brother and he’s holding a crumpled parking citation and an espresso.

“OH MY GOD,” Kimi screams. “ARE YOU—ARE YOU KISSING?!”

Ollie pulls back slowly. “Hey, mate—”

“NO. NO HEY MATE. WHAT IS THIS?!”

You blink. “…Kimi, we’ve been soft launching for a month.”

“I THOUGHT THAT WAS A BIT,” he shrieks, tossing the parking ticket into the air like confetti. “I thought you were gaslighting me!”

“We literally held hands in front of you—”

“I THOUGHT IT WAS FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.”

Ollie steps back with his hands up. “Look, we weren’t hiding it—”

“YOU,” Kimi snarls, pointing at him. “I LET YOU LIVE HERE. I LET YOU EAT MY CEREAL. I TRUSTED YOU.”

“To be fair, it’s my cereal, and my apartment.” Ollie mumbles. 

“IRRELEVANT.”

Kimi storms toward the kitchen, righteous fury in his socks. “Ollie, I swear to god, if you hurt her—if you so much as misplace a single hair on her law school head—I will run you over exactly 8 times.” 

“Okay,” Ollie says nervously, backing into the island. “That seems extreme—”

“You’re lucky you have dimples or I’d kill you right now.”

You step in between them, putting your hand on Kimi’s chest like a bodyguard. “Relax. He’s not hurting me.”

Kimi narrows his eyes. “Are you sure he didn’t put something in that mimosa?”

“Kimi.”

“I’m just asking!”

“I’m literally holding his hand.”

Ollie gives Kimi a little wave. “Hi.”

“I’M GOING TO MURDER YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS.”

You sigh, reaching over to grab the espresso out of his hand. “You need to calm down and hydrate before you combust.”

Kimi glares at both of you. “You owe me emotional damages. And a new box of cereal.”

Ollie shrugs. “Want me to buy you Hermès socks?”

“I DON’T WANT YOUR GUILT SOCKS.”

Kimi storms off to his room, slamming the door dramatically behind him. There’s a beat of silence. Then from inside his room,

“IF I HEAR KISSING SO HELP ME GOD—”

You burst out laughing and lean back into Ollie’s arms, grinning. “Well. That went well.”

Ollie kisses your temple. “Honestly, better than expected.”

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olliebearman : she loves me and my extensive list of crimes.

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yn_antonelli : this is legally admissible. delete immediately.

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↳ olliebearman : how romantic 🥰

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kimi.antonelli : I WILL BE PRESSING CHARGES. against both of you.

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↳ olliebearman : good luck. i have the best lawyer in the world.

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georgerussell63 : something tells me the legal expert was not consulted prior to making this caption

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estebanocon : ohhhh this is why kimi was pacing in front of the garage yesterday. happy for you both !! ❤️

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redbullracing : @/yn_antonelli please come get your menace. he has been caught in the act again.

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yn_antonelli : he does not belong to me. i have never ever seen that man in my life. i wish him the best of luck.

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kimi.antonelli : I TOLD HIM TO STOP DOING THIS. TOO MANY CAMERAS.

↳ yn_antonelli : oh so you’ve done it too?

↳ kimi.antonelli : no…

↳ redbullracing : yes. check dm’s

↳ yn_antonelli : GOD DAMNIT ANDREA

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oscarpiastri : He does this at Mclaren too. Took my smoothie out of my hands. Said absolutely nothing and walked out.

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charles_leclerc : he stole like 5 coconut waters from me in the matter of a month

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olliebearman : ALL OF THIS IS SLANDER. I DO NOT SPEAK UNTIL MY LEGAL COUNSEL IS PRESENT. YNNNNNNN!!!!

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↳ yn_antonelli : i do not know you. stop bothering me. i will get a restraining order if necessary

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[starrbishops]

⟡Baby, I'm Yours⟡

(Bob Reynolds x f!Reader)

Summary: You have sex with Bob for the first time. (sequel to Risk but can be read standalone)

Word Count: 4K

Notes: Set after the events of Thunderbolts*, established relationship, SMUT, "what are we gonna do ride Bob" 😏, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, p in v, missionary, cowgirl, multiple rounds (super stamina woohoo!) unproteted sex (wrap it up kids), Bob Reynolds has a big dick fight me on this, references to masturbation and wet dreams, aftercare, Bob's eyes glow when he cums (I warned you all)

a/n: So I finished writing this and then made this silly little textpost and uh. people liked it a lot so i'm proud to present you the basis for it. Just wanna say from the bottom of my heart Bob Reynolds is a little shit from Florida and yes he IS mostly submissive and he DOES whimper during sex but he is NOT an innocent baby boy and he CAN and DOES fuck. Okay rant done enjoy the sex.

You spend the next few minutes wrapped up in each other’s arms in the dim lamplight, kissing and giggling and just being together. It’s intimate, a kind of safety Bob hasn’t felt maybe ever. It's exhilarating, like something out of a dream. You’re really here, kissing him, touching him, wanting him. The thought just plays over and over in his mind. He’s so preoccupied by you, he’s barely aware of the growing hardness in his pants. Which you quickly become aware of.

You pull away mid-kiss, and Bob furrows his brow, worried he did something wrong. Even in the darkness, he can see the confusion on your face. “Um, Bob…” you trail off, not sure how to point it out. Then it hits him.

“Oh!” he scrambles back, grabbing a pillow to cover his lap. “I am so sorry, that, I did not mean to do that, I-”

“Bob.” you chuckle, a reassuring smile on your face. “It’s okay. I was just…surprised.” Bob laughs nervously in response, still clutching the pillow. 

“Do you want to?” Bob tilts his head at your question.

“Want, want to what?”

“Have sex, Bob.” you say, flat out. You’re never one to beat around the bush, you get straight to the point. It’s one of the things he likes about you. 

Still, his brain needs a moment to catch up to what’s happening around him. “Oh, um, do you? Want to?”

You nod. “We don’t have to, I mean, I don’t want to pressure you into-”

“I do!” he exclaims. “Want to. Have sex with you. Now. If you want to.”

You just smile, crawling over to his side of the bed. You unclasp his fingers from the pillow, taking its place in his lap. On instinct he wraps his arms around your waist, resting them just barely on the small of your back. He’s still not sure if he’s allowed to touch you, or should be. You kiss his jaw, gentle and soft, testing the waters. Bob’s breath catches as you do so, and you continue, trailing down his jawline to his neck, pausing at the conjunction of his neck and shoulder, where you begin sucking a bruise into the skin.

Bob releases a broken moan, his hands gripping onto your hips. You can feel how hard he is beneath you, and get a sense of just how big he is. The Sentry Project changed a lot about him, you know that. It’d crossed your mind that it might have affected him down there, but it still surprises you just a bit. Or maybe he’d always been like this. He’s just as incredible to you, powers or not.

Satisfied with yourself, you pull away from Bob’s neck, grinning at the darkening bruise forming there. He moves a hand from you to touch it, as if he’s making sure it’s real. You take his hand in yours, placing it on your face. 

He looks up at you with a hungry gaze, before moving in to devour you once again. Robert Reynolds kisses like a man starved, gorging himself on your affection for fear it’ll vanish once more. You hold him tight, kiss him back as hard as you can. A reassurance, a promise that you’re not going anywhere, not now, not ever if you had it your way.

“Take your clothes off,” you pant out between kisses. It’s not meant to be an order, but Bob certainly takes it as one, immediately rushing to pull off his baggy sweatshirt, followed quickly by his t-shirt underneath. Bob is the last guy anyone would expect to be jacked, but here he is.

You run a hand along the line of his abs, Bob shivering under your touch. “You’re beautiful, y’know?” you whisper, kissing his cheek as you squeeze his shoulder. He chuckles, nervously muttering something under his breath. “You are.” you insist, pulling back to face him. “Not because of your body, but because you’re you, okay?”

He nods, gazing up at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars for him. You’re not sure how to respond to his look of absolute adoration except to once again kiss him senseless. 

He starts tugging on the hem of your shirt, a request. You’re still in your tactical gear, crumpled and dirty from your mission. You pull back, getting to work on removing your various holsters and hidden knives, Bob assisting you to the best of his ability.

“You have so many knives.” he points out, adding number five to the pile that’s begun forming next to where the two of you sit.

“You never know.” you quip as you find your last one, moving the pile over to Bob’s nightstand as he starts yanking your shirt up.

“Only fair.” he points out with a smirk. You raise your arms over your head, allowing him to tug off your suit, leaving just your bra covering your top. You reach behind yourself to unclip it, only for Bob to swat your hand away. “I got it.” he insists, taking only a moment as he unfastens it, tossing it somewhere in the room.

He takes a second to take in the view, his mouth hangs open in the shape of a smile, not sure whether to gape or cheer. He quickly puts his mouth to better use, kissing a trail down your collarbone to your breasts, one hand on each pressing them together as he lavishes them.

“Can I eat you out?” Bob’s voice interrupts the silence, peering up at you from between your breasts. “I-I’m not that great, but I want to try. Please.”

You nod, rolling off of him and laying on your back while Bob settles himself between your legs, busying himself with tugging your pants off. “Have you done this before?”

“Hm?” he snaps out of his focus at the sound of your voice. “Oh, yeah, I just, never really got to do it properly, y’know? Take my time.” He tosses your pants away, fingers hooking under your underwear before pausing. “Do you still want to?”

“Bob, I want you between my legs five minutes ago.” he grins and yanks off your underwear, not even tearing his eyes away from your pussy. Even hidden beneath his shaggy brown hair you can see his dark blue eyes are blown out with lust, lingering carnal desire evident on his face.

Bob doesn’t bother with words. He just goes to work, gripping your thighs in his large hands and licking a stripe up your cunt as you moan, your hands tangling in his hair as he begins to lap at you. It’s messy, imprecise, but god it feels so good. He’s learning, noticing what gets the most reaction and keeping it up. He sees how your breath catches when he just barely flicks his tongue against your clit, filing it away for later. 

“Fuck, Bob, baby…” you pant, gripping his hair like a lifeline. “Not great my ass, you liar…”

Bob interrupts your jokes by sucking on your clit, earning another sudden moan from you before he stops suddenly, perking his head up. “Can I use my fingers?”

“Hell yeah.” you manage to breathe out. He nods and lowers his head back down, this time moving his hand from where it digs into your thigh to swipe through the wetness of your folds. He coats his index finger in your arousal, looking straight in your eyes as he licks it off. 

“You taste so good.” you mumbles as he slowly inserts his finger into you, a choked out moan escaping your throat. Bob’s a big guy, and more than once you’ve imagined those massive hands of his fingering you. Reality is ten times better than any fantasy.

He starts slowly, putting what he's learned into practice and continuing to alternate licking and sucking at your clit while he presses his finger in and out of you. You jerk against his grip, back arching as he hits that perfect spot within you. His grip on your thigh just tightens, and he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. “I got you.” he mutters, adding another finger and speeding up his pace, making sure to hit the spot that seems to make you go wild. It works, judging from the strings of expletives and moans that continue to escape you.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening as you writhe under Bob’s touch, every move sending licks of fire through your body. “Bob, Bob, ‘m so close, baby, please…”

Bob cuts you off with a moan between your legs, the vibrations reverberating through you, pushing you closer to your high. His eyes shut in pleasure as he devours you, the sound of you moaning out his name better than any high he’s ever felt.

“‘So close, Bob, please…” 

He takes it as a sign, sucks on your clit even harder, opening his eyes so he can watch you fall apart under him. And you do, crying out his name, one hand with a death grip on his hair and the other gripping the pillows so hard he’s surprised it hasn’t exploded into feathers. 

He keeps it up through your orgasm, slowing down the pace of his fingers and switching from sucking to gentle licks on your clit as you come down. “Jesus fucking Christ, Bob,” you pant, gazing down at the man between your legs.

“Did I do good?” he asks, his voice earnest and hopeful. It’s quite the contrast, the feeling of ecstasy still buzzing in the bones, the sight of your slick all over his chin, compared to the genuine worried look in his eyes as he asks the question.

“Yes, Bob, that was good.” you half-laugh. “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in a long time.”

He grins, satisfied with his work. “Nice.” he crawls up your body, gingerly pressing a kiss to your lips. You taste yourself on him, the flavor driving you even crazier, making you more desperate for him. You lightly tug on his lower lip, earning a deep groan from Bob.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” he mumbles, the kiss becoming a collision of lips and teeth, the two of you stick with saliva and arousal. “You’re so perfect, and you want me.”

“Want you so bad, Bob.” you mutter into his mouth between kisses. “Want your cock, please.”

He moans, pulling away to look at your face, eyes dark with lust, lips kiss-swollen and wet, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “Say it again.”

“God, need your pretty cock inside of me, Bob, baby, please-” he’s smashing his lips against yours again, one hand working on tugging his sweatpants off. He sits up, you joining in assisting him. He pulls his boxers down with them as he finally rids himself of the wretched garments, his cock laying hard and leaking against his perfect abs. It’s better than you could’ve imagined, long and girthy, veins running along it. A small part of you worries about walking tomorrow, but the part of your brain that is so goddamn horny overrules it.

“I got a condom somewhere, I think.” he’s saying, although you barely register it as you stare at his length.

“You’re good!” you snap out of it, Bob turning back to you. “I’m all clean, IUD, you’re good.” you clear your throat, a bit awkwardly, “I’m not planning on being with anyone else, so…”

“Oh my god,” Bob grins, settling himself back on the bed before pulling you into his lap, “I’m clean too, and I don’t want anyone but you. You’re perfect.” he presses a kiss to your temple.

You chuckle as you recall something. “Remember how John was saying we should ride you into the sky?”

Bob looks confused, but nods. You lean in, whispering in his ear. “This is what I was imagining.”

His hands grip your hips, a stuttered breath escaping against your shoulder. He can barely get the words, “oh yeah?” out.

“Yeah.” you whisper, nipping at his neck, before pressing a kiss to it.

He’s hot against your aching cunt as you raise your hips, aligning yourself with his hardened cock. The pre-cum leaking from his tip mixing with the abundance of arousal dripping between your thighs. “Y-you ready? I know it’s kinda a lot, I mean, it always was, and then Sentry, well-”

“Bob, you’re perfect.” you look him right in the eyes, giving him a kind smile, as if he’s not about to fuck you raw. “I want you. All of you.”

He nods, clearly psyching himself up. He’s had flings before, and he knows he’s a lot to take. The Sentry Project enhanced all of him, and he’s doing his best not to hurt you. “Just tell me if you need to stop, okay?” You nod, and with a sharp inhale you begin to lower yourself, the head of his cock breaching your entrance. You gasp, and he pauses, making sure you’re okay. You just nod fervently, unable to form sentences at the feel of him stretching you out. It’s a little painful, which you expected, but the pleasure far outweighs the fact that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You continue, brow furrowed in concentration, whimpers escaping Bob beneath you at the feel of your hot cunt squeezing around him.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good, hooooly shit,” he groans as he shuts his eyes in pleasure, doing his best not to cum when he’s only halfway in you, “you’re so fucking tight, oooh my god, are you okay?” 

You nod, nails digging into his shoulders as you pause, trying to adjust to the feel of him in you. Even only halfway, the stretch is more than you’ve ever had before, and it feels fucking incredible. You start to understand the meaning of being cockdrunk for the first time. 

With a final groan, you settle on Bob’s lap, his cock sheathed in you completely, panting at the feel of you around him. “Holy fuck,” he mutters, head hanging in the crook of your neck. For a few moments, the only sound is your intertwined breaths, your bodies hot and slick with sweat against one another as you sit there.

You roll your hips experimentally, a small moan escaping at the sensation. Bob’s head rolls back against the headboard, his grip on you even tighter than before. You’re gonna have bruises of his handprint for days.

You start slowly, rising and lowering onto his thick length. “Fuck, Bob…” you moan, eyes rolling back as you lose any sense of time and place, the only thing left the feeling of Bob’s body pressed against yours, Bob’s cock splitting you open as you bounce in his lap. 

“You’re gonna kill me, fuck…” he groans into your neck as you quicken your pace, the need for him growing. He bites on your collarbone as another moan escapes his chest, thrusts quickening. He kisses the spot he’s marked, sucking a bruise into it. “You’re so good, so perfect…”

“All yours, Bob.” you pant, one hand turning his face to look at you. “I’m all yours, baby.”

The sound Bob makes borders on animalistic, a whine escaping his lips as he kisses you, sloppy and desperate. “I’m yours,” he murmurs against your lips, “I’m yours forever.”

The lewd sound of wet skin slapping echoes throughout his room interspersed with Bob’s whines and your cries. You look like an angel above him, the golden light illuminating your glassy eyes as you moan with pleasure, your tits bouncing with each movement. You can already feel your second orgasm coming, and from the expletives escaping Bob, he’s fast approaching his as well. And then you notice.

“I-is something wrong? You okay?” Bob murmurs, noticing your confused expression.

“Y-your eyes, Bob, fuck…” 

He doesn’t even realize till now that his eyes are glowing. It’s another thing the Sentry Project changed about him. It happens when he gets too caught up in something, uses his powers, gets frustrated or angry. He’d never realized it happened in situations like this. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” he tells you, clenching his jaw as he tries to hold it together, his eyes buzzing with light, the lamps in the room’s brightness going in and out. “Should I-where should I-”

“In me.” you moan you rapidly bounce yourself up and down, “fuck, Bob, fill me up, please!”

“So good to me, so pretty,” he murmurs as he desperately tries to hold out from his high, his grip on you bruising, quickly losing control of himself as he unwinds. “I’m gonna give you everything. It’s all yours, baby, all for you.”

“Fuck, yes, Bob! Please, please please please-” your babbling moans end with a last scream of his name as you cum, cunt clenching around him as you take him as deep as possible, pelvises flush against each other. Something about the golden glow of his irises, the low rasp in his voice, the words themselves, it all sends you crashing over the edge, an incoherent, animalistic noise escaping you as you cling to Bob, pressing your forehead up against his.

 Bob whimpers, the glow from his eyes illuminating your face as you cum, the way your eyes roll back, the debauched expression you wear. It’s enough to send him over the edge, his eyes buzzing with light as he cums. With a cry of your name, Bob tumbles over the edge, arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You feel the warm spurts of his cum within you, painting your insides, claiming you for himself. The two of you sit there, panting and sweating as you come down.

“Oh my, fucking god, that was amazing.” he looks up at you, a tired, fucked out expression on his face. “You’re amazing.”

“So are you.” you smile, removing your nails from where they’ve left red crescents on Bob’s shoulder blades, moving to cup his cheek. “So good to me, baby.”

“I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, one hand running down to your waist. 

You shake your head. “Well, I can’t really feel my legs, but I did expect that, so…”

“Sorry.” he says, though that smile on his face says otherwise. He’s proud of himself.

“‘S alright.” you sigh, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. He whines, shifting his head to kiss you properly. He’s still inside of you, and you can feel his cock, still semi-hard within you. Even after two orgasms, you look up at him and want more, wanting to feel him, for the feeling of his skin on yours to never leave. “I could go again, honestly.”

“Really?” he laughs, a little surprised at both your stamina and the fact that you still want him. He sighs, one hand running along your jaw as he feels himself already growing hard once again. “I can’t say no to you.”

“So, yes to round two?”

“If I ever say no to that question, shoot me.” he grins, wrapping his arms around your hips as he rolls you both over, his cock staying in you the whole time. “How’s this?”

You yelp a little from the change in position, landing on your back and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders once again. 

You’re still sensitive from your first two orgasms, and Bob is aware of that.“I got you.” he whispers into your shoulders, rolling his hips gently. “I’ll take care of you. Promise.” He goes slowly, his eyes locked on yours as you pant under him, head falling back against the pillows.He kisses you again, hungry and desperate, as he sets his pace, dragging his cock out before pushing back in once again. Bob is gentle with you, considerate, a man with the power of a thousand suns turned docile above you.

“So many dirty dreams about you, baby, you’re so much better than any of ‘em.” Bob mutters into your shoulder. He looks up at you, a little unsure, although his pace doesn't change. “Is this a dream? Are you here?”

“I’m here, Bob.” you moan, giving him a small smile as you run a hand through his hair. “I-fuck! I’m here.”

You look like heaven, messy hair framing your face, mouth gaping, eyes shut as you throw your head back. You’re all he wants, everything he needs. He could stay here forever, taking care of you, fucking you, whatever you want. Just as long as you neer stop giving him those sweet smiles, screaming out his name just like that as he fucks you.

“Bob,” you call his name in a breathy whisper, “more, please, baby.”

He nods, speeding up his thrusts, pushing into you with more force. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his ass as you pull him deeper into you. He breaks eye contact to look down at where your bodies connect, gazing at the sheen of your arousal around his cock, the white ring forming at the base of it. A mixture of both of your cum spurts out around where he’s entering you, and the sight somehow manages to make him even harder.

He’s moaning again, and before you know it his hands are on your face, pulling you up to kiss him as his thrusts grow harder and shallower, barely pulling out before slamming his full length back into you. “Fuck, Bob, yes, just like that, yes!” You scream at the sensation. You couldn’t give a fuck if the others hear when Bob Reynolds is on top of you, pounding his pretty cock into you, whispering dirty nothings in your ear.

One hand leaves your face and returns to the spot between you, rubbing gentle circles on your clit. “Come on, baby, give it to me, please.” he practically begs, dark blue eyes once again shining above you. “Need you to cum for me, come on my cock, please.” You do as he says, the coil in your stomach snapping once more, ecstasy washing over you, your cunt clenching around Bob’s length. Bob curses, pressing his lips against yours as he thrusts as deep as possible, filling you up with his cum once again.

“Fuck.” you groan, barely able to lift your head. “That was cool. The eye thing.” 

“I didn’t know I did that.” he admits, rolling off of you. A small gasp escapes him as he watches his cum spill out of you, sticky and wet between your thighs. “You just look so perfect full of me.”

You smile, taking a deep breath as Bob quickly runs to the bathroom, returning with a warm towel that he uses to wipe you down. “Y’know, I never took you for a talker.”

“What, during sex?” he asks, as if he’s not literally wiping his cum off of you.

“Sex takes some of your brain cells out of you, huh?” you joke, sitting up on your elbows.

Bob chuckles, giving a small shrug. “I think that’s just what you do to me.”

After he’s carried you to the bathroom to pee, gotten you a glass of water, you settle yourself on his bare chest, running your finger along his collarbone as he shuts out the lights.

“You’re amazing.” you tell him between yawns, your eyes closing, exhausted by your activities. “Even if I can’t sit for a week.” you mutter, and then you’re out, breathing slowing as you drift off.

Bob ust smiles at the sight of you, resting against his chest, comfortable and content. Never in a million years did he think he’d have something like this. A home in the tower, a family in the team, and a love in you. “You’re perfect” he says to no one, pressing one last kiss to your hair as he wraps an arm around you, shutting his eyes for the night. “And all mine.”

[creamiecoups]

Hi lovely,

I recently discovered your blog and I am loving all your works 😍

Can I request a 'just the tip' with Seungcheol 🫶

Looking forward to the next part of conditioned 😍😍

→ PAIRING: seungcheol x female reader

→ WARNINGS: smut, dark themes, dubcon, coercion, readers first time, unprotected sex, forced breeding, creampie, lots of pet names

A/N: didn’t proof read this and it’s 1am so if I forgot any warnings pls let me know and if you don’t want to read it you don’t have to free will is a thing okay bye enjoy this for everyone waiting and especially anon who asked for this <3

The movie was long forgotten.

You’d only meant to lean in for a little kiss — just a little affection — but Seungcheol’s always been greedy.

His hands gripped your waist tighter the second you climbed into his lap, and you felt the subtle, hungry grind of his hips beneath you as his mouth moved over yours with the kind of need that left your head spinning.

It hasn’t even been a month since you started dating. Not long enough, you tell yourself. But the low, deep groan that rumbles from his throat when your hips accidentally shift against his hardening length... the sound alone is enough to make your stomach flutter.

"Baby..." His lips trail hot and slow down the curve of your jaw, pressing against the sensitive spot beneath your ear, then lower, to the column of your throat. "You have no idea what you do to me."

You shudder when his mouth latches onto the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he sucks hard, marking you with a dark bruise. You feel his cock twitch beneath you, and it makes you ache, though the innocent part of you is still shy, unsure.

“Seungcheol…” your voice barely comes out, breathless, flustered.

His hands slowly slip beneath the hem of your top, and you feel his warm palms splay over your skin, pushing the fabric higher.

“Take this off for me, sweetheart.” His voice is low, husky. “Let me see you.”

You hesitate for only a second, feeling your cheeks burn, but the look in his eyes — so loving, so adoring — makes it impossible to say no. You pull your top over your head, sitting there in just your bra before him, but your arms quickly fold over your chest, shielding yourself.

"Don't hide from me, baby." He tuts softly, fingers tugging at your arms until you drop them, vulnerable beneath his dark gaze. "You're so beautiful... I could spend forever just looking at you."

His hands move to your bra, unclasping it with practiced ease, letting it fall away. The cold air makes you shiver, but his warm mouth soon replaces it, lips latching onto your nipple with a soft moan. He suckles noisily, tongue swirling around the taut bud, and the new sensation sends another moan slipping from your lips, your body trembling slightly in his lap.

"You like that, don't you?" He mumbles against your skin, flicking his tongue again. "You're perfect, baby. So fucking perfect."

You’re too shy to respond, and he notices — of course he notices. He always does.

"Hey." He lifts his head, brushing your hair out of your face. "Want me to take my shirt off too? Might make you feel less nervous, hm?"

You nod, and he peels his black tee over his head, revealing the solid expanse of muscle beneath. Your mouth parts slightly, eyes raking over his toned chest and his strong arms. You lift your hand without thinking, fingers gliding over the bulge of his bicep, and his lips are back on yours in an instant, more desperate and messier than before. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, claiming every inch of you.

You feel him, hard and straining beneath his sweatpants, the thick outline pressing right against your inner thigh. You stiffen, nervous, pulling away slightly.

"Shh," he whispers, noticing the change in you. "It's okay, baby. You’ve been moving around so much... can’t help it. Let me make you feel good, yeah?"

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you nod, watching him guide your hands to the waistband of your pants. He helps you push them down, along with your panties, until you’re fully bare, perched on his lap like a trembling little doll.

"Such a good girl," he breathes, fingers grazing over your slick folds. You jolt at the contact, hips twitching, but his touch is gentle, coaxing. "So wet already... all for me angel?"

A whimper leaves you as his fingers tease your clit, barely brushing over it before pulling away, again and again, until you're gasping for air, your thighs clenching around his hand. He slides two fingers through your folds, collecting your slick before raising them to his lips and sucking them clean, groaning deeply.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven," he growls. "I’ll never get enough of you."

A few more minutes pass like this, heavy breaths and sloppy kisses filling the room, until he can’t take it anymore. His cock is painfully hard, throbbing against you.

"Baby," he whispers against your neck, voice strained. "I have an idea... need a little relief too, you know?"

You tilt your head, confused, as he slips his hand beneath your thighs and starts tugging his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. You blink, startled, and start to shift away, but he hushes you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I just wanna feel you... skin to skin. I promise."

You nod slowly, trusting him, letting yourself sink back into his lap. His cock rests heavy and hot between your folds, the thick tip sliding through your slick, and his hands dig into your waist as he groans low and sharp, his self-control hanging by a thread.

"Baby," he rasps, "can I... can I please just put the tip in? I swear, it doesn’t count. I won’t take your virginity yet. I know you wanna wait, but fuck— I need something, please."

You bite your lip, hesitating. "I... I think it’s still too early."

"Please, baby." His voice is broken, desperate. "I just need the tip. You feel so fucking good. I can’t... I can’t take it anymore."

You finally nod, slowly, and he grips his cock, rubbing the head along your slit until you're slick enough. His other arm snakes around your waist, locking you in place as the swollen tip nudges against your entrance. You flinch at the stretch, nerves flickering across your face.

"Don’t worry, baby," he soothes, kissing your cheek. "It’s not all the way. You’re doing so well for me."

But the way your body clings to him, the little whimpers you let out, the sight of you biting your lip, flushed and needy — it drives him wild. His cock throbs against your folds, precum mixing with your arousal.

"You don’t think I’ll fit, huh?" He chuckles darkly, his voice dipping low. "I have a feeling you’ll take me just fine, baby. A little size training every day and you’ll be perfect."

Your head swims at his words, your body trembling. His cock slides along your slit again, pressing more firmly, and you gasp.

"Ch-Cheol... I could still get pregnant like this."

He lets out a breathy laugh, kissing your shoulder. "That’s cute, baby. Doesn’t count unless I cum inside you... and even then, you’d look so fucking beautiful all knocked up for me."

His tip teases your entrance again, and before you can gather your thoughts, he’s pressing in — just a little — but the heat, the pressure, the stretch has your head spinning. You glance at him, wide-eyed, but he’s staring at you with raw, dark hunger.

And then you make that face — that sweet, fucked-out look, eyes rolling back just slightly, lips parting — and that’s all it takes.

His hands tighten on your waist, and with one hard thrust, he sinks all the way inside you, bottoming out in one shocking, deep stroke. You cry out, the sudden stretch burning, but the overwhelming pleasure drowns it out almost immediately.

"Fuck, baby," he growls into your neck, his voice rough, strained. "I’m sorry... you just felt too fucking good. I couldn’t stop myself."

His hips start moving, hard and fast, fucking into you with an almost animalistic hunger. His mouth is at your ear, voice low and filthy.

"You feel that, baby? How tight your little pussy is, squeezing me so fucking good? God, I’ve been waiting for this. So fucking perfect... made for me."

You cling to him, helpless against the relentless pace, pleasure building sharp and hot in your belly.

"Let go for me, sweetheart," he urges, lips brushing your ear. "Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel it."

And you do — the world blurs as your climax hits, body trembling around him, but even as you whimper, pleading, "Seungcheol, pull out—" he doesn’t.

"Can’t, baby," he groans, jaw clenched tight. "I’ve waited too fucking long for this... your pussy’s too good, can’t pull out now."

His pace turns rough, desperate, until he finally buries himself deep with a broken moan, warmth flooding inside you as his cock throbs, spilling his load in thick, heavy ropes. Your body twitches at the sensation, too exhausted to move, your head falling onto his shoulder as he cradles you, both of you sticky and spent, still connected.

"You did so good for me, baby," he whispers, brushing kisses across your hair. "No more denying me, okay? You’re mine now."

You nod weakly, tears trailing down your cheeks as he nuzzles against you, voice soft and content.

"Just a few more minutes, baby, then I’ll run you a bath. After that... I want you in bed, curled up against me."

And you know he means it. You know this is only the beginning.

[mihii-i]

with or without you.

Pairings: rumi x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, demon reader, brief angst, slight nudity mentioned, uh ohhh a naked lady oh no call the police, manipulation, the saja boys being monkeys, rumi is ofc the main focus of this fic, reader is old as shit (200+ years) I changed the way reader got found out sorry, self hatred, mind break, reader’s ‘sins’ left up to interpretation, mild jealousy, reader lowk pining for rumi like a loser lmao, woman wearing male clothes idk why this is a warning, lazy writing at the end if there’s any cultural inconsistencies I apologize, not proofread.

A/N: now playing — bad desire by enhypen. yes I know that they asked for rumi because I clarified with them elsewhere mimimimi BUT that being said YALL ARE THIRSTYYYY for rumi holy fuck (not that I blame anyone..) but anyway I AM FIXATED on kpdh rn and I’m obsessed with this movie hope yall enjoy this cause this request is beautiful. I had fun writing this but I apologize if it didn’t turn out good akskdkod @theshadowsden 🕯️

“No worries. Just one more performance…”

Your damp hands stuck glued to the dripping tile of the shower wall as washes of warm water dribbled down your aching skin, gaze absentmindedly wandering down to the clear puddles pooled at your feet. The words continued to loop in your head like a broken record to brand the idea into your skull, make sure that you never forget it and carry it on to your final performance for good.

Keeping said mindset was in fact crucial to your performance. Just one performance was all it took to seal the Honmoon gold—and for good. It didn’t matter what were to happen to you, whether you were chained to Gwi Ma, or set free of your raging misery, you were sure that whatever fate awaited you to consume you whole was merely what you deserved. Eyes twitching, you brought yourself to hesitantly shift your gaze to the violet cracks seeping up your arms, traversing throughout your body to engulf your face in the infamous demonic patterns as well.

A constant reminder of your shame. A shame that lingered on your body to amplify the screeching ring in your head that mouthed its distaste for you over and over until you groveled to your knees, succumbing to the insanity that awaited you. For that was all you were, Gwi Ma’s prisoner through and through. For hundreds of years you have been, and you will be for hundreds of years to come. The woman whose sins were mocked and ridiculed by the very being that kept you on his leash of flames.

Despite the scalding heat the shower water was turned up to, your reddening back blooming from the burns was met with trails of goosebumps crawling up your skin accompanied by nerve wracking chills that tightened at your muscles. Almost as if the physical nerves you felt heavily played into your mental state as well. Though, you certainly wouldn’t doubt if it was in fact him who kept tugging at your body, puppeteering you in his effort to block any possibility of a golden Honmoon.

“(Name)! Are you coming yet? You’ve been in there forever!”

Your head snapped over as you stood upright, directly beneath the spray of water at Zoey’s voice cutting through your train of thought. Mira followed not too long after, calling out in a slightly harsher reprimand of you taking quite a bit of time under the water.

“Quit taking your sweet time in there and get back out! Besides I need to shower too don’t use up all the hot water!”

Drawing in a deep breath, your eyes raked down your marked body once more, exhaling as you wallowed in your hatred momentarily.

“Sorry, I wasn’t feeling very clean earlier! I swear I’ll be out soon!” you replied, immediately reaching out to grip the shower handle as you cranked it back off, watching as the drips of water slowly faded away from each little opening of the head.

“Finish up before I come in myself!”

“Don’t you dare. I’m still undressed.”

Hell. Despite the playful response you gave Mira of being indecent, you’d presumably be cut to shreds before you could explain yourself in seconds if they even saw a shred of the purple streaks branched up your frame. Which is something you certainly wouldn’t dare to even risk. Sure, you were close with all three of them…but as their sworn duty—no, as your sworn duty as well, you wouldn’t be an exception of what must be destroyed by their hand.

You pressed open the fogged glass clouding up the shower door, staring off into the blurred reflection in the mirror before you as well as drips of stray droplets dripped down your nude body. Hastily, you curled your fingers around the bundles of cloth that adorned your towels hanging freshly off of the steel bar gripped against the wall, wrapping the white cloth over your breasts to cover yourself. Both to hide your marks and to appear a bit more…decent let’s say.

Slowly, the earthy, violet streaks shrunk in to blend into your skin, fading away alongside the bright gold and shrunken pupils of your eyes reverting a more humanlike color which complimented each feature lining your face. Reaching out, your palm rubbed over the foggy mirror to clear off some of the humid streaks masking the details of your face, while also grasping at a smaller squared towel to drape over your soaked hair clinging to your cheek.

Good. They were gone.

You cautiously tilted your head back, swiveled it side to side and inspected beneath your jaw. Every visible crevice that could be seen on your upper half, you ran your fingers over, creasing your taut skin as you leaned forward to get a closer look at the shadow of the person you once were. Soulless. The patterns were thankfully successfully masked by your human-like shell, molded over the lavender skin that was your truth—and your lies. All in one.

The sudden, clunky knock on the bathroom door smacked your chest in turn, your anxiety bubbling to the surface and crawling its way up your throat. To which your tongue poked down in a sharp sting prodding along the warm muscle resting between your teeth.

Oh. Crap. You’d forgotten to take care of your fangs.

Quickly clasping your palm over your mouth, your free hand clutched desperately at the towel hugging your body glancing over at the wooden barrier seperating you from the other girls.

“I said I’m naked right now!”

“I know that, (Name). I just wanted to check on you to see if you were good in there.”

Ah. It was Rumi.

You cleared your throat, hitching up the towel as you could feel every bristle poking out brush up against you in the attempt to calm yourself & the slight quaver in your voice.

“I-I’m fine. Just give me a moment. I just need to get dressed is all.” you coughed out, glancing over at the mirror parallel to you as you eyed your fangs, subtly trying to retract them back into straightened human teeth.

As if some strange spell was cast upon you, you oddly felt at ease with Rumi around. Not to say you didn’t appreciate the others, but she was certainly the one to calm your spirits and understand every part of you, the only one who came the closest to even the ugliest corners of your heart and corrupted soul. Her presence alone assuaged the storm of your frayed nerves burning within you, and her touch alone warmed the cold, dark pit of hate that raged through towards Gwi Ma.

Sure, some would call you crazy for thinking you saw what you did. Yet you swore that a night that you laid beside her, you noticed a streak of purple light stemming up from her chest, cracking up from the neckline of her hoodie on a particular night she slept beside you. You merely brushed it off as a silly thought or a hallucination. She couldn’t possibly be a demon, or else Gwi Ma would’ve had her in his clutches much like you were.

If anything, you should worry more about the two of you being a little too close for comfort to be honest. Zoey constantly tries to play cupid between you two, and you insistently bridge off her words with the “friendly behavior” bullshit. Though..let’s be honest. Sleeping beside one another and being huddled next to one another without a gap in sight isn’t very platonic. But oh well. Whether it was or wasn’t didn’t necessarily matter.

For a demon’s ability to love is caged to oneself. All you get to do is feel, and never express it outwardly. You get to play the heartless creature who preys on souls to feed Gwi Ma in this story, when all you do is live with your aching suffering.

Enough wasting time you useless fool. You pinched at the neatly folded stack of clothing laying on the counter, slipping into the comfort of the hoodie and sweatpants rubbing against you in heaps of warm cotton. Freshly ironed as well. Atleast you’d be left alone with your thoughts in your own room for some time, especially with the excuse that you were supposedly tired and drained today. Considering the fact that the four of you had rehearsed for the upcoming idol awards earlier today, it would make a pretty convincing point.

Once you swung open the door, you almost fell back at the sight of Mira standing directly in front of the doorway like a statue, arms folded. Your expression scrunched up, perplexed at the way she’d just…stood there. Was she waiting there the whole time?

“What the hell, Mira-?”

“Calm down, I just got here.”

“Still— why were you just standing in front of the doorway?? I could’ve smacked you!”

“Yeah, yeah I get it. But seriously, the hell were you doing in there for so long? We have things to do you know.”

“That’s..none of your business..I was just showering.”

“Right..taking almost 45 minutes for a shower. Were you busy fantasizing about Rumi in there or somethi—?”

“God- what?! No! Do I look like a pervert to you?”

She sighed, her expression rather scrutinizing rather than joking.

“I’m just trying to get something out of you. It feels like you’ve been more detached from us recently, you know?”

You didn’t exactly have anything in response to that, so all you could do was drag your bottom lip between your teeth, and refuse to meet Mira’s eyes.

“I’m fine. Really. Just tired.”

Her skeptical gaze only grew more apparent, signifying that she didn’t believe you. Yet she decided not to press on the issue, stepping forward into the bathroom with her fresh clothing tucked between her arm and her ribs.

“Alright. But if there’s anything you need to tell us we won’t hold it against you.”

Rather than reassure you, Mira’s words only further struck at the guilt that sank itself into your mind, calling at the demonic rouse that stirred within you and slowly ate you alive. Bringing a hand up to flex against your warning forehead, you padded toward your room, vision doubling and blurred as your disoriented and wobbly steps nearly buckled your knees inward as the bright gold light dimming from the living room seared the corner of your eye. Further seeping into your headache.

Clicking the door shut behind you, your back wasted no time in hitting the cushions enveloping you deeper as you sunk into the mattress, eyes glued onto the ceiling weakly as your grip curled into the fluffed blankets situated below the cloud like pillows fluffed in their angled position resting along the headboard. What could possibly be your outcome by now? Gwi Ma surely wouldn’t let you escape his clutches, and the hate and suffering you’d be imprisoned with at his feet would roar endlessly in a bellowing screech tearing your mind apart rather than the voices that already chew away at your remaining sanity and spirit.

“Did you honestly think you could run away?”

Stop.

Not again.

Your fingers threaded through your unkempt locks, tangling themselves into the silky strands to dig into your scalp. As if you were unsuccessfully attempting to apply enough pressure in hopes to drive his repeated voice out through your ears. Shoulders hunched, your shallow breaths rapidly expelled out your feverish lips, chest heaving as you curled over to knock your knuckles against your head. Pathetically thinking just caving into yourself would push him away miraculously, yet your attempts crumbling in vain to no avail.

“You’re nothing, (Name). Don’t forget it. Have you forgotten your atrocious acts 240 years ago?”

“I..”

“That’s all you are. Trash that can’t save herself or those she cares for. Worthless. All you’re good for is serving me, understood.”

Gwi Ma’s booming voice echoed like an empty cave in the hollow shell that was your body, dragging you down as the pull on your side weighed down past the bed in the erupting ring of magenta flame piercing you through your own covers.

…

Hard stone collided with your shoulder, digging deep into the plush of your arm as your cheek lay flat against the rocks caressing you in the heat tickling you. Alongside the cool blisters of heat contrastingly wavering beneath your top, hitching up the cotton to expose a sliver of your stomach as the air dragging you down to the depths of the demon realm subsided seconds later. Was this truly what you deserve? His voice bellowing in your ear every waking moment of the day, monitoring in tandem with every breath you take? Dragging his trail of fire in your path of regret on a mistake that you’d never escape, his tactics of ensuring your hatred tearing apart your flesh from the inside out.

You thought you’d recieve nothing but a harsh reprimand from Gwi Ma, perhaps even a bit of his good old psychological torture tricks he’d worn his way into your head with. Nothing you weren’t used to, he’d done it for all 240 years of your suffering at his side, slaving away for his own greed reaping souls of the living past the Honmoon. A greed that couldn’t be quenched, and a punishment inflicted unto you for your own momentary greed that overtook your judgement. The single act of your past that sunk its teeth into you from behind, and chewed away mercilessly.

Though, upon glancing down your eyes widened in horror as you caught sight of those familiar violet patterns swallowing up your skin all over. Without wasting a moment, you swiftly tugged your hoodie down over the exposed sliver of skin, examining your hands front and back as the familar darkened claws stuck out in place of your blunt nails. Your hands and—your skin all over tainted a dull lavender hue with the purple streaks running rampant all over you.

You whipped your head over to Gwi Ma, chest rising and falling with each drawn out breath once more as you stood before the crackling pink flames flaring before you, mountainous and towering in his angry flicker.

“If you insist on blocking me out by helping seal the Honmoon for good, then…how about I remind you that I have control over every part of you. How about I tell your precious friends about what you really are?”

Silence remained heavy in the air between you and Gwi Ma, your fangs baring together through your pursed lips as you swallowed back the hatred that coursed in your veins for him, coupled with the fear that made you flinch at the presence of his name alone. Evidently so, he grew quite frustrated with your silence, the flames of his form quirking up to catch your attention.

“Fine. Be that way. I let you be with them, but you’re showing me I made a mistake, (Name). Let me give you what you deserve.” he spat bitterly, glaring down at you as your felt your weight shift and tumble over once more, wrenching you back through the floor once more.

—

Bright floods of light poured into your retinas in a blaring invasion that pressed at your headache under the intensity reflective in your eyes. You had no idea how long you’d been out for. If you hadn’t known better you would’ve assumed that decades had passed from the void of pitch black you aimlessly floated within unconsciously. Once delicately moisturized skin now bruised and reverting into its monstrous, sickly purple as you rolled over onto your back.

Good, you were still at the penthouse, safe in your bed.

All you had to do was find a way to get back into your human skin and—

“(Name)..?”

Fuck.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look over your shoulder, hands shaky as they burrowed into the blankets, gripping bundles of fluff in fistfuls when you turned your head to conveniently see Mira and Zoey frozen at the door of your room. Gwi Ma truly knew what he was doing when he schemed suddenly to crumble everything you knew before your eyes in the span of seconds, considering he had kept you knocked out intentionally for long enough in your demon form until the others stumbled upon you.

“I can…wait..I can explain-“

“You were hiding this from us for how long..?”

Any word you were about to defend yourself with caught up in your throat the moment you saw that sweep of purple hair follow up to accompany the other two staring over at you in awe. No. No, no no no.

Anyone but Rumi. You didn’t care if the whole world saw the horror of what you truly were, whether they were to rip you limb for limb. Just not her.

Are you happy now, Gwi Ma? Allowing them to find out wasn’t enough, you had to remind me how love is out of my damn reach.

Hot, quivering breaths shallowed out of your parted lips, your fuzzy vision struggling to meet the others only staring at you. His chuckle once more assaulted your ears, burning away at the pages of your mind from their off white brand into its blackening fade that disentigrated its way down to the floor.

“I told you. But don’t worry. You’re nothing to them.”

You hissed through your teeth at the pain that lugged at your muscles with each word he breathed out into your ear, his grasp making its way to firing what he wants you to see. Which only resulted in the sight of Rumi, Mira, and Zoey raising their respective weapons toward you, inching closer and closer with the slowed perception of time as you scrambled away hopelessly. You knew it was an illusion, clearly so by the doubles of everyone that wavered in and out of consciousness—alongside Bobby’s voice in the background trying to find the ruckus around.

Although you’d only be able to conclude that despite the falsely portrayed illusions of your friends on the verge of slicing your throat, he was right regardless. You were in fact a demon, a stray that deserved to be kicked to the side from everyone else. A liar that was good for nothing as she drowned in blood and wrought hell upon the lives of others. Even those she claims to love. How long would it take before they kill you for sure?

You were a demon without a doubt. A demon with no feelings that doesn’t deserve to live.

Huntrix would surely benefit without you. The golden Honmoon would be just in their hands, and the problem that barred them from it was you. The impurity that tainted their lives and goal, the impurity that was in fact you and your muddied, hollow gape of a soul that Gwi Ma kept with him.

Without sparing even a split second, you turned your attention to the stars arrayed out in the skies of nightfall darkened before you peeking past the balcony, sprinting away from the others, refusing to even look back. Contrary to what your mind perceived, nobody even moved a muscle toward you, and all were simply frozen in shock near the doorway. Your agile leaps down into the streets most definitely confirmed your identity of the monster you were, the frigid air caressing your skin with each hurried rush while you darted behind the towering buildings.

The shadows of Gwi Ma’s echo resumed their onslaught of whispering shattering hatred, to which you squeezed the cusps of your hands over your ears, as if it would help you block out his voice at all.

“I told you. You can’t escape what you really are, (Name). Why can’t you just help break through the Honmoon? Sealing it doesn’t benefit you in any way.”

Your eyes screwed shut with his bellowing voice continuing to pressure you into coming to his aid, the signs above and rigid concrete sidewalks blurring together with your sanity draining itself to his voice as the vaccum.

“…don’t think you’re doing a good thing by helping Huntrix. You’re not a noble soul, you’re just filth. A demon, you can’t escape that no matter how hard you try to repent. Your soul will always have my mark on it, understood?”

It was as if you could feel the flames creeping close near your ear, even if he wasn’t really there, the voice of his he implanted in your head tormenting you like the illusion of his constant presence tailing you. Thoroughly perusing your actions and stripping you of your own autonomy. He wouldn’t leave you. It was eternal, and escape was nothing but a far fetched dream.

Simple. Your mind was too far gone. The mirror that you glanced upon within shattered at what you’d seen, there was no demon with a human reflection in that mental mirror you worked so hard to maintain the facade with. Touching the glass sprawled out in ungodly screeches sliding on the voided floor that was your cage would only slice through your hands to reveal the faux scarlet that clung to your last bits of humanity. It was impossible to fathom what you were even thinking of—that is, if you could think for yourself right now.

That miniscule part of you would stop fighting, for your purpose was irrelevant. Whether it was helonf Huntrix or Gwi Ma, you didn’t belong anywhere.

“How about a deal?”

You weren’t even listening. Only mindlessly nodding like the remains of what you were. Serves you right.

“I’ll still give you a chance, carry out the purpose you hold forever. Serve me, your aid wouldn’t be so bad, and I’d hate to dispose of you without putting you to any use. Aid the Saja Boys, in compiling all those souls and ripping open the Honmoon why don’t you?”

Of course you would. It’s not like you were good for anything else anyway.

—

“Do you think she’s okay?”

“Quiet. She’s probably still out of it. Gwi Ma’s voice probably drove her past a point.”

Blinking open your eyes, you groggily elevated your back off of the makeshift cot resting beside a nearby convenience store alley. A fairly obscured spot holed away in the untouched corners of Seoul, something you’d normally be sketched out by if you just woke up in a cot with the Saja boys knelt before you.

Wait, the Saja boys?

You had no clue how you even got here, maybe Gwi Ma pulling his stupid tricks as per usual to put you to his use. Not that you’d deny, you were knelt at his side and bowing like an abused servant the moment you lost yourself and submitted to him. Without questioning it, you gratefully accepted the cold soft drink slipped in your hand by Jinu, who knelt down to meet your gaze face to face.

“How are you feeling, (Name)?”

“I don’t even know..” you groaned, gripping at your scalp once more, working your fingers against the creases of your forehead to ease your headache.

Gwi Ma’s voice had subsided…for now. Your sights remained fixed on Jinu, however. Strangely, he was one who beheld that gleam of empathy you could sense without even digging further. All demons heard his voice, and all basked in their suffering as well. Yet very few try to keep their humanity intact at all, with only a handful even trying to grip at their humanity and live with their mistakes.

Jinu’s hand pressed your chest back down onto the springy flat of the cot, his stern gaze searing into you as the flicker of yellow shone past the deep brown he masked his form with.

“Don’t. You need rest.” he asserted, reaching up to swipe away a shred of his own hair falling over his view. You only responded with a wide yawn, ignoring his hand against your chest as you lazily removed it from your chest. Jinu only shook his head in response, sighing.

“You know I’ll understand. I hear his voice all the time too.”

“Don’t we all, Jinu?”

“(Name). I know that you don’t want to succumb to him but we have no choice. This is all we are. So, what you can do is help us at the idol awards tomorrow, and—“

“No need to talk me into it. I already agreed, and I’ll serve Gwi Ma the way I’m supposed to.”

But you didn’t want to. The very thought of surrendering to his control and allowing yourself to succumb to him on that flaming chain around your throat, it made you sick to your stomach. And despite all that, you were in no position to refuse his orders, nor turn against him. Your best bet would be to carry out what he wants if you didn’t want to subject yourself to any more torture, he’d broken you down far enough.

Jinu shook his head, watching you crack open the can of soda and bring the fizzy drink to touch your lower lip. Wait, wasn’t this the guy you saw getting a bit too close with Rumi the time you fought off those water demons at the bathhouse? You instinctively furrowed your brows, examining his face before keeping your gaze up on him as you sipped the drink. It couldn’t be helped, you obviously couldn’t suppress the faint pang of jealousy that struck you, knowing that Rumi could’ve been huddled up to another demon that wasn’t you.

Alas, it was merely your insecurities speaking on your behalf internally. Yet it was hard not to give Jinu your nasty glare from the side, enough to spark a rather apprehensive reaction from him as his hands idly dusted the white collared shirt left open to shift his attention elsewhere.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get Gwi Ma to erase your memory as well if you’d like.”

Yet you stayed unresponsive. Similar to that of a lifeless statue. Not too far off considering that you were in fact nearly lifeless, as the pit inside you was all that was left of your humanity. Everything else had surrendered to Gwi Ma. Mind, body, and soul.

—

You were gone entirely, body moving on its own & trudging through the dimmed lights gleaming in a off glow illuminating the stage brightly. Ensured that you were basically on autopilot for the remainder of the performance, and all you had to wait for was for Jinu to carry out said plan to deceive Rumi and hold the performance post idol awards. Everything would go accordingly if you were stuck in the dark shadows of your mind, nowhere to be found except in a tiny crack that spilled out a bit of light within. Your body wasn’t yours, it moved on instinct, what Gwi Ma wanted you to be. His puppet on a quest to feed his strength.

So why did the disbelief on your friends’—former friends’ faces hurt so bad to look at, even if you thought you were numb to any sort of jab to your chest? Quickly, you swung your head forward, muscles taut as your eyes were fixated forward to follow the Saja boys, clad in matching clothing with the dark button up that subtly traced the demon markings. But fuck, did the knife twist in its sadistic mark when you caught a glimpse of Rumi’s face, alongside something in her eyes you couldn’t exactly put your finger on.

Disappointment? Sadness? Hatred?

Whatever it was, it wasn’t positive. However, you weren’t strong enough to free yourself from your clamped shackles, the burn that sank its claws into you in the wallows of loathesome darkness. Consumed whole by what you were forced to be—your own sins. The announcement of the emcee only wrung out high pitched cheers and cries from the crowd for both groups, with another little thing you picked up on…

“And for today, the Saja boys will have a special guest joining them as well!”

You.

They were talking about you.

—

“Are you sure we should dress her in the jeogori and baji? It’s supposed to be for men typically, isn’t it?”

“It’ll be less suspicious. We don’t want her standing out too much.”

It wasn’t long before the final performance, every one of the Saja boys comfortably fitted into their clothing that they’d reveal themselves to the audience for, considering the fans knew nothing of demons or the demon realm. Just some special effects and unique body paint perhaps? A design choice if you will.

You experimentally shook your hand to loosen yourself for the soulless performance you were about to put on, without knowledge of the moves you’d perform and just letting your body go through the motions as if you were some preprogrammed machine. Well, you did have to admit however, the fine silks and fabrics woven into the loose fitting black hanbok draped over your body, cut over the lower end of your palms, paired with the gat atop your head was quite stylish. Despite being male clothing, you sure looked good in it.

Perhaps you could pray that small part of you still clinging on for dear life, huddling a piece of your sanity close would wake up. The chances weren’t looking great, but you could simply hope you wake up.

Even if you could, what would be the point?

Your single mistake had turned you into the embodiment of your fault.

—

Performative steps and your shoes clacking against the floor to match their movements, the truth of you finally falling under an unmatched spell of sorts you couldn’t break. Your arms and legs throbbed from the forced contortion of your body to keep up, convinced that you were just made to dance to your death. The Saja boys’ vocals were nothing but white noise to you, a foreign chime of melodic, yet irrelevant noises. In fact, you couldn’t even tell if they were singing any longer.

Likely so, you truly thought you had lost it. You were so far gone, mentally cracked down like a worn out monument to the point where you thought you were hallucinating Rumi and her voice.

…were you?

Her voice pierced through the daze you were trapped under, your heavy lidded eyes snapping open to see the spills of fans rushing foward as Gwi Ma’s crackling form of fire erupted behind you, casting a cool magenta onto the crowd and brightening their faces of joyful awe the further they rushed forward. Kneeling foward, you ran your palm over your eyes, jaw nearly going slack at the sight of Rumi slowly approaching forward, the purple cracks of demon patterns spanning across her whole. Not excluding the singular gold eye that marked that of a demon.

So…you weren’t just seeing things. She really was a demon..the night you slept beside her, cuddled up at her chest to catch a glimpse of her patterns.

Your eyes locked with Rumi’s for what seemed like time ceasing between the two of you, relishing in the beauty of her gaze fixed on yours. Never leaving your eyes as if you were all she needed forever, her intense stare burning into the charred hollows of your lost soul. As the other half you craved and needed. Rumi couldn’t bring herself to tear her eyes away from you, your body instinctively gravitating toward her as you remained utterly transfixed on the patterns across her body.

Except..you felt different about these. And your own. They weren’t your shame, nor your sins marked upon you. No. The patterns on both yours and Rumi’s body marked a deeper connection than that. One of which drew you together, tied together in a bind that not even the gods could seperate, your soul intertwined with hers with no words needing to be spoken. But rather, the pull that led you both to each other, blood that mingled with one another even without touch, and a desire to hold onto her and never let go.

Not necessarily something you could put into words, yet the desire to give a piece of yourself to her and be hers. Across all lives. You wanted to be the girl of your dreams, and the way she looked at you proved how that was what she sought as well, more than power, more than gold.

—

“Wait, so your dad was a demon?”

Crisp sweeps of air caressed your exposed skin under the raw air cooling you down from the sweat and excessive heat that built up inside you as your head weighed down on your hand, body weight sinking you into the plush mattress. Of course, side by side with Rumi, your eyes locking with hers as her hand ran along your arm, tracing your own patterns the same way you touched hers. She nodded in response to your question, savoring your velvety touch gently working up her own skin which she was once so insecure in, now comfortable with in your presence.

“Mhm. So I’m only half.”

Rumi paused, her eyes refusing to meet yours as she stared down, her hand resting along your forearm as well.

“I didn’t think this would be the case. In fact, I expected something else…and I didn’t think I deserved basking in this, especially considering how I wouldn’t wanna be apart from you—well, ever.” she whispered, her pained expression reliving each moment Celine had put her through in the discomfort of her own skin.

“That makes two of us, doesn’t it?” you replied, finger outlining her patterns before leaning over to press your lips to her shoulder, planting a kiss before you could even process what you did against the wake of violet you adored oh so much. Yet Rumi didn’t seem to protest, her eyes only growing heavy as she thumbed at your shoulder as well in soothing circles, your head leaning against her chest. Burying yourself into her shoulder, your initial hatred had given way to an indescribable affection you wanted to bask in forever, muttering out a muffled response to follow up your words.

“It’s two sides. I’m everything with you, and I feel like I’m drowning without you. I can survive with or without you, but I can’t live without you.”

Rumi wordlessly dug her fingers into your back as she hemmed her arms around you, holding you close to her without any space harbored between your bodies. Both of you could finally understand the beauty of a demon, a beauty not kissed by Gwi Ma, but rather the universe own intention. Rumi spoke first, breaking the silence.

“I can survive without you, but I wouldn’t want to. It’s not with or without you for me, I only want it to be you.”

A/N: WHEEEEWWW I wanted to finish this in one sitting but it took FOREVER omg but I like how it turned out despite a few parts being a little lazy and rushed so forgive me for any inconsisties in the writing style

And with any cultural things I messed up like the clothing names or anything pls educate me I don’t wanna be a fuckass hooligan or a koreaboo LMAOO

But I had so much fun writing this and I hope yall enjoy this as well if anyone says it’s cringe suck me and cry me a river anyway love ALL of u and thank u for the support ❣️

[meadowfics]

tingled limbs

cho hyun ju x f!taekwondo!reader

synopsis: what is better than one girlfriend who is amazing at taekwondo? two girlfriends who are amazing at taekwondo!

warnings: 18+ since there is one sexual fantasy, but no smut!! no SQ. graphic descriptions of fighting injuries are mentioned.

being taekwondo powerhouses, both you and hyunju are.

however, your paths to mastery are worlds apart. hyunju's skills come from the military. since she was eighteen, far before her transition, she learned taekwondo before rising up the ranks.

by the time she was a first class sergeant, her kicks were silencing a room of recruits.

you’ve been at it since you were a kid, breaking boards with tiny fists before you could even tie your colored dobok properly.

your shared apartment with your lover tells the story of your talents...hyunju’s military medals are pinned neatly on a corkboard, all precision and order, while your world championship medals spill out of a shoebox under the coffee table.

it is a chaotic pile of gold, silver, and bronze, some tangled in ribbons, others dented from being tossed in after a win.

one evening, you catch hyunju on the couch, a wine in hand, staring at that box like it’s holds the worlds secrets. she’s holding a gold medal from your barcelona win in 2017, her fingers tracing the edge.

“babe, how do you just… leave these in a box?” she asks, her voice caught between awe and disbelief.

“this is from a world championship, and it’s just… sitting here with some loose change?”

you grin, flopping beside her and stealing a sip of her white wine.

“what am i supposed to do, frame every single one? we’d need a bigger apartment.” you nudge her shoulder, teasing, “besides, you’ve got your own shiny badges, sergeant. don’t act like you’re not a badass.”

hyunju blushes, her usual stoic vibe softening.

“mine are different. they’re… duty. yours are art.” she holds up the medal, the ribbon dangling. “you should display these. they’re you.”

you laugh, leaning into her, “if i put them all up, you’d never find the remote again. too much bling.”

you’ve been dying to go one-on-one with hyunju since you moved in together.

the thought of sparring with hyunju...both of you at your peak...sounds like pure adrenaline. maybe, its your hormones talking as well. one of your fantasies is having your girlfriend pin you as she drills into you.

anyways....you can already see it. the gym, the mats, the two of you circling, kicks flying like a dance.

unfortunately, hyunju shuts it down every time, her face getting all flustered like you’ve asked her to do something embarrassing.

one morning, you’re stretching in the living room, your black dobok a bit wrinkled from the laundry basket, and you try again.

“come on, hyunju,” you say, doing a dramatic high kick that nearly tips you over.

“one round. you and me. let’s see if a sergeant can keep up with a world-class spinner.”

she’s at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, and nearly chokes.

“absolutely not,” hyunju says, eyes dodging yours, “i’m not fighting you, y/n.”

“it’s not fighting, it’s sparring,” you correct, catching yourself before you fall.

“come on, babe. scared i’ll win?” she rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at her lips.

“you’re ridiculous. and no, i’m not scared. i just…” she pauses, setting her mug down, “i don’t want to hurt you.”

you burst out laughing, doubling over.

“hurt me? hyunju, i’ve been kicked in the ribs by girls twice my size in tokyo and had my teeth knocked in by others in moscow. i think i can handle you.” she crosses her arms, leaning against the counter, her expression stubborn but soft.

“it’s different, okay? you’re not some random opponent. you’re… you. i’d feel weird.”

you pout, dropping onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh.

“fineeee,” you drawl, “you’re no fun, sergeant. i bet i’d have you on the mat in ten seconds flat.”

hyunju raises an eyebrow, grinning.

“ten seconds? you’re dreaming, champ.” she walks over, ruffling your hair, “keep talking big, and i might just change my mind.”

even if she won’t spar, hyunju’s admiration for you is obvious. you catch her watching old videos of your matches on her phone, eyes glued to the screen as you land a perfect roundhouse kick.

one night, you come home from practice, sweaty and beat, to find her on the couch with her laptop open, rewatching your 2022 world championship final.

“are you… studying me?” you tease, kicking off your shoes and flopping beside her. she doesn’t flinch, still focused on the screen where you’re dodging a strike with inhuman grace.

“you’re insane,” she mutters.

“the way you move… it’s like you’re dancing with your opponent and not fighting.” your cheeks heat up, caught off guard.

“says the woman who could probably take down an entire platoon with one kick.”

she looks at you, her expression soft.

“i’m serious, y/n. you’re incredible. i’ve seen a lot of fighters, but you’re something else.”

you don’t know what to say, so you kiss her cheek, quick and playful.

“you’re just saying that ‘cause you’re stuck with me.”

“maybe,” she teases, pulling you closer, her arm around your lower waist as her nose pokes yours, “but i’m not complaining.”

since hyunju won’t spar, you find other ways to share your mutual bond.

you start “technique tuesdays,” taking turns teaching each other your favorite moves in the living room, coffee table pushed aside and you make sure that your two cats are in another room.

one tuesday, you’re showing her a flashy spinning heel kick you perfected years ago.

“okay, your turn,” you say, hands on hips, panting.

“show me that military precision you’re always bragging about.” hyunju smirks, stepping into the center of the room. her stance is sharp, controlled, and she nails a double knife-hand block followed by a low kick so precise it could’ve been measured with a ruler.

you whistle, impressed.

(a/n: upstair neighbor activites LMAOO)

“damn, babe,” you say while clapping, “you’re so sexy and its making me look bad.”

“please,” she scoffs, brushing hair from her face, “I think you’d eat me alive in a real match.”

you grin, stepping closer until you’re inches apart.

“then let’s find out. one round. no holding back.” you mumble against hyunju's soft lips. you nearly kiss them but hyunju groans.

the woman's grain turns into laughter, pushing you away gently.

“you’re relentless, y/n.” “and you love it,” you shoot back, winking.

she doesn’t deny it, just pulls you into a hug, her chin on your head.

“maybe i do,” she murmurs, “but i’m still not fighting you.”

“whateverrrrr. fine,” you mumble into her shoulder, smiling.

you’ll get her on the mat someday.

for now, having her gentle warmth is satisfying enough.

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11:11 Theory ✨

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Every night at 11:11, Bucky makes a wish. He never tells you what it is. Until one night—when you wake up, catch him doing it, and everything changes.

Genre: soft angst · established relationship · emotional intimacy · comfort · late-night confessions · wishful thinking · clingy!bucky · hurt/comfort · modern au · tender fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

✍️Author Notes: this is soft. clingy. time-heavy. stargazy. yearning. if you’ve ever looked at someone and thought please, just stay — this is for you. 🕊️🩵

You wake up to the sound of a whisper.

The clock on your nightstand glows faintly—11:11 PM.

And Bucky Barnes is standing at the window, talking to the sky like it’s holding something sacred.

You don’t move. Don’t speak. He doesn’t know you’re awake.

“Please,” he says quietly, hands in the pocket of the hoodie you swore was yours “Just let her stay.”

The moonlight paints him in soft blue. His jaw is clenched, but his shoulders slump like he’s already bracing for a heartbreak he hasn’t earned.

You swallow the lump in your throat and whisper, “Who were you talking to?”

Bucky turns around slowly—like he’s been caught.

Not in something bad. Just something… raw “Didn’t mean to wake you, doll.”

“You didn’t. Just heard you.” You sit up in bed, blanket pulled around your shoulders, waiting.

He hesitates. Then shrugs, looking down “It’s stupid.”

You tilt your head “Try me.”

He walks back toward you, slow, tired, like the weight of what he’s about to say has been sitting on him for years.

“There’s this thing,” he says, eyes flicking to the clock again—11:12 now, and he looks almost disappointed.

“11:11. They say if you think of someone at that time, they’re thinking of you too.”

You nod softly. You’ve heard it before. Wished on it once or twice.

“So you were thinking of me?”

“Always,” he says without hesitation. “But especially then.”

Your breath catches. You never expected him to be the kind of person who makes wishes. Not after everything. Not after what they took from him.

“What do you wish for?”

“I can’t say,” he mumbles. “That’s the rule.”

You smile gently, pat the spot beside you on the bed.

He climbs in, curls into your side like he needs to be there.

He always does that after a long day. After a bad dream. After the kind of ache you can’t name.

“Tell me anyway,” you whisper.

There’s a long pause. Then “I wish I never lose you.”

You exhale “You won’t.”

“You say that like you’re sure.”

“Because I am.”

His voice cracks a little “I’ve lost a lot of things I thought were permanent.”

“Then let me be temporary,” you whisper back. “As long as I get to stay right now.”

He leans in, forehead resting against yours, nose brushing your cheek. You feel the air shift around you—something unspoken blooming in the silence.

Then, softly, he murmurs “Make a wish, sweetheart. It’s still close enough to 11:11.”

So you do. But you don’t wish for anything new. You just wish to stay.

Right there. With him. As long as time allows.

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🕰️ epilogue

He sets his phone to alert him at 11:11 every night now. Not because he needs the reminder-but because he likes it. Likes having a moment to stop and whisper your name into the quiet. To remind the universe what matters. Even if you’re right beside him. Even if you’re already his. “One more day. That’s all I ask. One more day with her.” And somehow, someway.. the universe listens.🩷

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[inexplicifics]

AO3 went down for maintenance in the middle of my AWAU reread and I am clamouring for an opportunity to read your writing, any snippets from AWAU or CAW for this poor soul? The witcher books are great, but just not the vibe right now, y’know? Sorry for the silly ask, I do have patience, it just ran away and I’m still searching for it back😬🥲

It's always a bad day when AO3 goes down!

Have a bit from an AWAU fic that may never go anywhere, in which Kiyan of the Cats makes a friend:

Kiyan meets the Bear in the woods north of Kaer Morhen. Kiyan is looking for trouble, because he’s going to jitter out of his skin if he spends one more minute inside Kaer Morhen. He’s up a tree, arguing with a crow about something - he’s not sure what, but the crow keeps cawing back at him when he caws at it, which is hilarious - when he hears someone else approaching.

He and the crow both go quiet, and Kiyan peers down through the branches to see a big blond fellow in a deep red tunic instead of armor padding near-silently between the trees, head tilted in the way all Witchers do when they’re listening closely for something.

Kiyan grins. Stalking a fellow Witcher ought to be entertaining enough to keep him occupied for a while. He ghosts along the branches, shadowing the other Witcher from above. He can’t tell what the other Witcher is trying to find. The big fellow definitely isn’t wandering aimlessly - he’ll stop and listen hard occasionally, then alter his course a little, and he sniffs the air sometimes, too. But Kiyan knows there aren’t any big predators around here - everything has cleared out due to the presence of so many Witchers - and he can’t hear or smell any deer close by, either.

Finally the other Witcher slows, looks straight up at Kiyan, and whistles, Come here.

Kiyan grins and drops down out of his tree. “Hah, you got me! How long have you known I was following you? What are you tracking? Can I help?”

The other Witcher - a Bear by the medallion, burly as his School tends to be, grins at Kiyan and signs, Quiet. Come.

Kiyan ostentatiously claps a hand over his mouth and slinks in the Bear’s wake as they round a small copse of trees. The Bear tilts his head, listening, then smiles and points up. Kiyan follows the gesture to see a little stream of bees going in and out of a hole in the tree about thirty feet up.

“Oooh,” Kiyan whispers. “Honey?”

The Bear waggles a hand as if to say, Sort of, and toes his boots off. Kiyan watches in delight as the Bear goes up the tree with shocking agility for such a big man; after a moment Kiyan picks a nearby tree and scrambles to keep pace, ending up perched on a branch near enough to see what the Bear is doing.

Once the Bear gets close enough to the bees’ nest, he signs Axii. As far as Kiyan can tell, nothing changes - but the bees don’t seem to notice the Bear’s presence the way they would an actual bear, or anything else approaching their hive. The Bear gets right up next to it and peers in, and the bees just detour around him like he’s a rock or a branch.

Kiyan’s never seen someone Axii a beehive before. It’s a lot smarter than just bulling through the stings!

The Bear reaches into the hive and draws his hand out not dripping with honey, but cupped around something small. He tucks the small thing - a single bee? - into a little wooden box with many holes in its sides, and then climbs nimbly back down the tree with the box cradled in one hand.

The bees follow him in a stream; he ignores them as he puts his boots back on and heads towards the keep.

“How the hell,” Kiyan asks delightedly, scrambling down his own tree and falling into step beside the Bear. “How did you do that? Is that still Axii?”

The Bear holds up the little box; there’s a bee inside it, seemingly unworried about having been captured. “Queen,” he says, the first word Kiyan’s heard him speak.

“Queen? Oh! A queen bee! I thought that was a figure of speech -” Kiyan leans closer to examine the caged bee, which is slightly larger than most bees usually are. “Hello, little queen, you’re in charge of a whole hive, huh? And all your warriors are following you, just like we follow Geralt around, with their little swords ready to defend you. You’re taking her to a new hive, yeah?” he asks, bouncing back up and grinning at the Bear.

The Bear nods.

“And then we get more honey,” Kiyan enthuses. “That’s awesome!”

The Bear nods again.

Kiyan cocks his head, regarding the much larger Witcher thoughtfully. “You don’t talk much, do you.”

The Bear shakes his head.

Kiyan hesitates. “D’you…want me to leave you be?” The Bear doesn’t smell irritated, but if he likes the quiet…

The Bear shakes his head again.

Kiyan lights up, bouncing a bit on the balls of his feet. “Great! Thanks! Ooh, how many more beehives do you think there are in the forest? Could we collect them all? Or would that be too many bees - that might be too many bees - oh, does that Axii trick work on wasps? We could get the Cranes to make wasp-nest bombs! I betcha selkiemores wouldn’t like getting mouthfuls of wasps. A wasp stung me on my nose once! It got all big and red and it hurt like fucking hell. I wonder if a selkiemore would just puff up like a bagpipe -”

[arbitrarykiwi]

Hyiaa, I just say I'm absolutely OBSESSEDDDD with your Thanos and Nam-gyu fics, seriously you're amazing and I CAN'T stop smiling at the screen whenever I read them like??? You're way of writing if fucking immaculate wtf?? Girl you better keep up with the good work🫶🏽

But now I'm wondering how the boys react during reader's menstrual cycle... OR EVEN BETTER... HEAR ME OUT

When she's OVULATING

BAM I said it

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!??? totally didn’t get started then get lost in my drafts….and I also didn’t totally revamp it once I found it again. This is literally such a good ask. Also thank you for the kind words??? I LOVE KNOWIN I MAKE YEW SMILE WHEN YOU READ MY THINKS ON THANGYUUU <333

I went with a headcannon style for writing this one (I hope you don’t mind)

Warnings: 18+ , nsfw / sfw themes

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Okay so…admittedly at first they were both so ass with anything to do with periods or ovulation or anything to do with period products- completely oblivious

They both know what a period is, they just don’t particularly realize how much of an effect it has on someone who experiences a period until you’ve come along

Thanos 100% though a ‘heavy flow’ was a new way of saying a rapper had good bars in their raps

When you first told them you had cramps they straight up asked if if you overdid it with a workout or something

When you had to ask them to get you pads or tampons for the first time…fucking hell it was a challenge

They just need to be trained </3

The group chat you had with the three of them was blowing up nonstop. As much as you loved them, this only made your headache worse.

‘Why is there so fucking many’

‘I’ve lost Nam-Gyu. Do I call 911?!’

‘No don’t call 911, you’re in a small store you’ll find him’

‘I told you the brand I needed.’

‘Okay yeah, you told me the brand but you didn’t tell me that brand would have so many fucking products. Like I mean come on…there’s like 70 different options here.’

‘Found Nam-Gyu! :D What does “with wings” mean?’

‘I want the ones with the wings. Just get any brand at this point idc.’

‘Wings for my angel’

‘Wait are you mad now?! :( I swear I’m trying here can’t say the same for shit-for-brains’

‘You’re too pussy to say it out loud that’s why you text it :P’

‘Not mad ‘Gyu…just tired and hurting. Get ones with wings and the overnight kind.’

‘What size pussy you wear?’

Once they got back from that trip you explained to them why there was so many options and how you had a specific favorite brand and even more specific product from that brand

They then took pictures of all four sides of the pad or tampon box to save or for the next time they tried to find your items

After seeing how it affected you, the way you’re more lethargic and in pain, they begin to take your menstrual cycle more seriously than you do.

Nam-Gyu then has your cycle in his calendar and shares it with Thanos as well as you

The second that calendar reminder goes off, you’re getting texts from both of them to confirm if it came on that day

They also can’t seem to grasp that although your period sucks and it’s worse on some days and not others- it’s something you’ve been dealing with for a long while and you know how to cope with everything- you’re not dying.

You falter in your steps when a sharp pain hits? They’re asking if they need to take you to the hospital. You get up to change your pad or tampon a little sooner than normal? They’re both convinced you’re bleeding out

After learning about what you need and what your period is like, they’re both attentive in their own ways.

“Here you go, girlie.” Nam-Gyu says tapping your shoulder and passing a hot bowl of homemade Ramen over your shoulder from behind the couch.

Your eyes widen and you turn around, smiling at him with a wide but tired smile. This has been a particularly tough day, horrible cramps, heavy flow, headaches, the whole lot. “Ohhhh!! You’re the fucking best.” You say, taking the warm bowl from his hands.

“Mhm, I know~” he says, leaning over the back of the couch and bending down to kiss the crown of your head, he’s ruffling your hair before grabbing a bottle of water out of his apron pocket and placing it against your legs on the couch, “You better fuckin’ drink this, you can’t only drink soda- you’ll get dehydrated.”

Your attention is turned away from Nam-Gyu when the front door opens. “I’m back!!” Thanos calls out, wide grin becoming impossibly wider when he sees you sitting on the couch. “Ahhh!! My baby! Perfect, I come bearing gifts.”

Thanos walks towards you, dropping a couple plastic bags down on the couch and sifting through them, beginning to hand you things one by one. “Okay so I got you more of those pain meds you like…” he’s placing the bottle in your lap.

“Got you some chocolates…they unfortunately didn’t have your favorite so I got literally every other one they had in store so we can now decide on a second one to have as a backup for next time…” he’s lifting one of the plastic bags, now identified as being solely chocolate.

“And got you more pads like you requested, the exact ones you requested.” He always says that now after the first pad incident.

You smile wide and lean to reach him, “Thank you!!” You say holding your bowl of ramen steady, “gimme kiss, handsome!” Thanos leans in happily, connecting his lips with yours in a slow kiss.

“Take your meds.” Nam-Gyu calls from the kitchen. Thanos is pulling away, realizing the Ramen in your hand then quickly making his way into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Nam-Gyu from behind and hooking his chin over the household cook’s shoulder.

“Ramen for dinner?”

“Mhm…she requested it.”

“I’ll take them in a bit!” You’re calling out over your shoulder to Nam-Gyu, too engrossed in the level of the video game you’re playing to pause to take the pain medication

“I will come over there and shove them down your throat, princess- don’t test me.”

“Ooooo, so hot when you scold her ‘Gyu.” Thanos coos, squeezing Nam-Gyu tighter.

Now when you’re ovulating?

Those two freaks just know

It’s something about how you hold yourself, how you walk, the little purr that takes over you voice- they just can tell

Almost like dogs, they can smell when you’re ovulating. It’s not that they can smell your arousal- they always say it’s your skin. It’s something uniquely you that almost makes their ears ring.

Pheromones. What they’re smelling is pheromones.

Being in a relationship with the both of them, being near each other almost all hours of almost every day, being intimate- they’re so in tune with you that they can pick up on the slight hints your body gives them.

Also…with living with the both of them…With those two fine ass men around ready to do whatever you ask?- you don’t have to do much to get whatever you need

Wanna watch them fuck each other just while you use your favorite little vibrator on yourself? Done!

Want to just spend hours sucking them both off because there’s just something about the weight of their cocks in your mouth that makes your mind go numb? Lol! Easy money!

It’s when you’re ovulating that they realized they might actually not be able to keep up with you in terms of sex- you’re making them fuck you over and over until both of them are twitching and damn near crying from overstimulation while you’re crying for another round

They end up developing a fucking system where they’re practically tagging each other in and out of the ‘ring’ like some wwe fighters or something (the ring being your pussy)

Also- they’re both so whipped they give you whatever you want when you want it

It’s 3am… and here you were, waking up randomly with a huge throbbing in your lower stomach and damp panties. You do try to get back to sleep, but you mind is flashing with images of the little session that put you to sleep to begin with.

Stuffed so full of both their cocks, begging them to cum inside you over and over until you were fucked stupid- yeah…you weren’t getting back to sleep anytime soon.

You wiggle a bit, loosening yourself out of the mess of limbs that was currently the cuddle pile. Nam-Gyu was to your right, facing you with his arms lightly draped over your stomach. Thanos was to your left, curled into you with one hand arched over your head on the pillows and tangled in Nam-Gyu’s hair.

You’re huffing, tossing and turning trying to ease yourself of the heat that is taking over your entire body. You need them.

Whining, you’re turning your head to press your forehead against Thanos’ and rub your nose against his, your hand tracing up his bare torso- he doesn’t wake up. He rouses, his face twitching into a blissed out smile and his cock begins to grow in his boxers- but he’s not away.

“C’monn.” You whine louder, but still nothing. You’re about to turn over and begin to try and wake Nam-Gyu but you can already feel his side of the bed shift.

Nam-Gyu’s arm removes itself from holding you as he flops down on his back, his eyes still closed- you almost think he’s asleep. You then see his hand fish out his hardening cock.

“C’mon, take what you need, girlie.” His voice is soft, laced with sleep, and creaky- it only makes you wetter. His hand is lazily pumping his cock, getting himself hard as you straddle his thighs.

You’re huffing and whining, removing his hand from his cock and replacing it with yours. The second you drag his fat cock head through your folds you’re nearly falling over on top of him. You’re still so fucking sensitive but you need it.

Sinking down onto him, you’re spearing your cunt open on his thick length, a wanton cry ripping from your throat.

Apparently all you needed to do was moan out all nice and pretty to wake up Thanos because now he’s up and beginning to make his way behind you.

“How rude…” he scoffs, his voice deep and rough. Thanos’ tattooed hands push your down forward on Nam-Gyu, hand staying on your lower back to push you into that deep arch he love sooo much, “Didn’t wanna invite me?”

Thanos is prodding his already hard cock at your stuffed pussy, “I-I tried! You didn’t wake up!” You whine, beginning to feel the wide stretch of having both their cocks deep inside you. You’re pressing your hips back eagerly, seeking more.

“Hmm didn’t try hard enough…must not want it that bad…” He’s drawing his hips back and pulling out, his cock dragging deliciously against Nam-Gyu’s who is now wide awake.

“No I do! I tried- I swear- you sleep so fucking hard. I wan’ both of you!” You’re pleading, trying to press your hips back but it’s not working with how they hold you.

“Don’t be so mean to her…” Nam-Gyu coos like he’s not the one holding your hips in place, “…she’s a needy thing and you’re just mad I woke up first.”

“Well now neither of you are going back to sleep anytime soon.” Thanos says, plunging his cock deep inside you, ripping a high pitched moan from both you and Nam-Gyu

All in all, the two boyfriends are better than one applies here because they both know exactly how to take care of you during those times!!

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[gwennkoi]

The doors to the throne room opened with a boom as a woman dressed in red-lacquered armor stepped through. She held her flaming sword at the ready and called out, "King Renfrid Bedillion! In the name of the people, our country, and by the righteousness of the Goddess, I have come for your head and the throne!"

The king clapped from their throne in thunderous applause. "Bravo! Yes! That was the entrance I was hoping for! Oh, it was worth the wait."

The warrior stalked forward, peering for hidden assassins and guards, but the chamber appeared empty except for the king and herself. "I will have my vengeance and free this kingdom from your grip. Your guards will never make it in time."

The king laughed to themself, "Oh, of course not. I haven't kept guards in here for years." They stand up and lay their crown onto the throne. "I have left a series of scrolls hidden in a cache beneath the throne. They have information on which nobles I believe to be the most corrupt and are stealing from my-- well, now your--coffers. There are also some recommendations on which members of your new retinue can be trusted."

"You can not talk your way out of this, you vile tyrant. You will die by my hands this day." The woman has reached the steps to the throne and continued with divine purpose.

"Oh, I do hope so. Also, make sure not to keep going with the whole divine mandate to rule thing. I'm certain that's all made up by the church and the nobility as a way to keep the peasantry under their thumb. I had an idea to let everyone help choose who is in charge, but I couldn't figure out how to stop the nobility from rigging it in their favor. I'm sure you'll figure out a way around that. My reports about you say you're quite clever." The king knelt to the ground and offered his neck.

The people's champion raised her sword and stopped. She stood there poised to make her final strike but did nothing until the fury finally drained from her face, and she stayed her blade.

"Why aren't you defending yourself?!" The warrior demanded with irritation taking command of her emotions.

The king looked up into her eyes and gave a sad smile. "Oh, I've been trying to get deposed since before you were born. I've been trying to find a worthy successor, and the prophesy said you'd do the best job of it."

"Why in the Goddess's light would you want to be deposed? Do you not care for your own life? Could you not change the rules of our great nation? Why have you taken steps towards a great revolution?" Her fury was returning, but her sword no longer threatened the king.

"Oh, child, I have no idea what the world looks like beyond these walls. I have no idea what it is like to grow up farming the fields or being threatened by monsters. I am too far separated from the reality of my people. There were other potential deposers I could have offered my neck to, but they had no idea of the true responsibility of leadership and would only have caused turmoil. Now, take your prize." The king once more lowered his head.

"I cannot! You are not the tyrant the church described to me!"

The king looked up and laughed, "Oh, they put you up to this? I hadn't heard. Yeah, don't trust them. They only want more power like my grandfather gave them. They care only about larger cathedrals, larger tithes, and their whims to have royal backing."

The king stood and stretched their arms and legs. They put their hand on the warrior's shoulder and led them down the steps before the throne. "From everything I've gathered about you, young hero, you seem like the type of leader the nation deserves. And now that you have lost that fervor I was depending on, I must make other plans for being properly deposed."

"What do you mean, your majesty?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just sad because I had always liked the artistry of it. Shame." And with that, the king sprinted to the large stained glass window and leapt through it.

The king, after hearing the prophecy about a child fated to depose them, decided to just let the events play out without interfering.

[rafesteddy]

+18 -> smut | Intro to this pairing. After Rafe throws you under the bus with his coach, you decide it’s time to put him in his place.

.ᐟ updated, edited, + reuploaded because it got deleted and it’s one of my faves ☹

𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓗𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝔂!𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝔁 𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: public teasing, masturbation mentioned, bully!rafe x bully!reader, dom!female x sub!rafe, humiliation, begging (rafey on his knees), pet names, name calling, gaslighting, degradation, praise kink, begging, slapping, suggestive photos, public handjob (over the jeans in a library) + cum tasting.

𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓮’𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

I knew I was screwed the second I walked into Coach’s office. The way he was sitting—arms crossed, jaw tight—that look usually came before a sharp whistle and a no-pucks practice. But today wasn’t about my performance on the ice. No, this was about the damn accounting test I’d bombed. Again.

And sitting beside me, looking as composed as ever, was her. My tutor. My painfully bright, always-on-time, way-too-fuckin’-hot-for-her-own-good tutor.

She was brilliant. And yeah, okay—maybe I had a massive, inconvenient, completely unrequited crush on her. But I was also failing and now we were both in deep shit.

“Rafe.” Coach’s voice was low and controlled making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “This is your third failed test. And it’s not just embarrassing for you—it’s embarrassing for this program.”

“I know, Coach—”

“Then why the hell am I sittin’ here havin’ this conversation? You have a tutor. A good one. One who’s never had a student fail like this. So what’s the problem?”

I glanced at her… That stiff posture, hands folded neatly in her lap. She looked ready to fight, but she wouldn’t. She never lost her cool.

Coach sighed, turning to her. “I don’t get it. You’ve got a perfect track record with these boys. My players always pass. But now, suddenly, Rafe’s grades are tanking. What changed?”

She cleared her throat, sitting straighter. “Nothing, sir. I’ve been doing my job. I promise—”

“Then why isn’t it working?”

There was a beat of silence between us as she shot me a side-eye, clearly wanting me to take the hit. Not a chance.

“Maybe she’s not tryin’ like she used to.” The second it left my mouth, I knew I messed up. Didn’t even have to look—could feel her glare, hot and sharp, cutting straight through me.

Coach exhaled sharply. “Well, Cameron, if she’s not into this, maybe we should find you a new tutor.”

My stomach dropped; I shifted in my seat suddenly uncomfortable—but I kept my face neutral. I didn’t want a new tutor. Not because I actually cared about passing accounting but because I liked sitting next to her during those torturous sessions. I liked the way she barely tolerated my jokes. Liked bein’ around her. I wasn’t about to admit any of that though.

“M’sure she’ll do better.”

Her anger was thick in the air, festering from the seat beside me.

Coach let out a sigh and rubbed at his temple, already over it.

“Fine. The accounting professor is letting you redo the test. This is your last chance to prove yourself as a tutor, m’kay? If he fails again you’re done.”

She nodded fast, lips pressed into a firm line. “Understood, sir.”

Coach dismissed us and the second we stepped into the hallway and the door clicked shut—Whack.

My head snapped to the side as the sting of her palm seared across my cheek. She slapped me.

She smacked the hell out of me in the middle of the athletic department hallway… And God help me, I had never been more turned on in my life.

I stared at her—chest puffing, cheek burning in the best way. She was fuming, her eyes ablaze, breath short and tight.

“Are you kidding me, Rafe?” She hissed. “You’re failing because of you. Because you don’t fucking care. And you sat there and threw me under the bus? In front of Coach? You’re a fuckin’ pussy.”

I licked my lips, heart hammering. “Yeah,” I murmured. “That was pretty messed up.”

Her eyes narrowed, clearly unamused. “Messed up? Rafe, I need this job. And if you fail that test again I’m screwed.”

I rocked back and forth on my heels feeling butterflies swirl in my stomach at the threat alone. “You’ll just have to make sure I pass.”

She made this annoyed sound, cut and breathy as her hands curled into fists. I didn’t mean to smile but it happened anyway. And she moved forward, fast enough to make me flinch.

I looked down at her and chuckled. Fuck, she’s cute when she’s mad… And hot. Stupid hot.

“Fuck you,” she snapped. I lowered my bag, trying to hide the hard-on, tenting my sweats. “Library. One PM.”

I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth before turning my attention back to her. “Yes, ma’am.”

ᝰ.ᐟજ⁀➴⋆. Later that day…

Reader’s POV 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

Fuck…

You’d never hit anyone before. But the moment he threw you under the bus in Coach’s office—like you hadn’t been bending over backward trying to drag his sorry-ass GPA above a D—something in you snapped.

And now you were doing something just as impulsive: marching up to the damn hockey house at 1:30 because he stood you up.

After all that… Rafe Cameron dared to try you.

You climbed the stairs, the heavy scent of Dior Sauvage and sweaty hockey equipment already leaking from under the door. The second you knocked, JJ answered.

He leaned against the doorframe, all smug grin and wet muscles. His towel hung loose around his neck. Just sweats and slides—nothing else. And he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Well, shit,” he drawled. “How are you, tutor girl?”

“Good,” you smiled, stepping inside, feeling his eyes rake over you.

“Rafe’s upstairs, sunshine. You better not slap him again,” he laughed, half-teasing, half-genuinely impressed. “You’re never gonna get rid of him.”

“—Hey, sweetheart,” Kelce met you at the steps, before you could even process the embarrassment of Rafe telling JJ.

You sighed and smiled, stepping past him on your way up. “Rafe missed our session. Again.”

“Figures,” he said through a yawn. “Are we surprised?”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling tiredly. “Nothing surprises me with him.”

“You comin’ to the game tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Good,” he called over his shoulder. “We play better when you’re watchin’.”

He shot you a wink and you couldn’t help the breathy laugh that slipped out.

You kept moving, steps feather-light on the worn floorboards, heart picking up speed with every one.

Music was playing low inside of Rafe’s room, just loud enough to hear under the door if you were listening. You knocked twice. No answer. That anger from earlier started to swell again.

Creak.

The old floorboards shifted. He was definitely in there.

“Rafe,” you snapped. “I know you’re in there. You missed your session, and this is fuckin’ important, Okay? Enough of your bullshit. I’m coming in.”

You gave him one final second, then twisted the handle and opened the door. Nothing. Then you heard it. Soft and breathless. Not just whispered—but whined.

The room was dim, the curtains mostly drawn. You stepped forward, slow, trying to process what you’d just heard. Then, your name again. Quieter this time, but unmistakable. And just as clear—those deep, needy moans.

Your fingers hovered barely brushing the edge of the half-open door.

His voice slipped out—low and rough—like he really thought you were in there with him.

“Fuck, bunny. Always lookin’ at me like that… You don’t even know what you do to me…”

Your lips parted, heart stuttering as the sounds bled through, wet and messy, no mistaking what Rafe was doing.

His voice was thick and shaky; unmistakably close.

“Gonna bend you over, pretty… This perfect fuckin’ ass… This fuckin’ pussy… All mine, yeah? Mmphh… I know it is. Good fuckin’ girl…”

Whack.

You slapped your palm hard against the door. The second it hit, the whole energy shifted.

Rafe sucked in this sharp breath—fast and panicked.

“What the hell?” His voice was weak—defensive in a way you’d never heard before. And you couldn’t help it but smiled. Because Rafe Cameron—cocky, insufferable, wildly infuriating Rafe Cameron—was just jerking off to you. Confirmed. No more guessing. No more wondering. And maybe, just maybe, you loved it.

Rafe’s POV 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

“Fuck…” I rolled out my neck and took a deep breath. She was so angry. So righteous. So fuckin’ sexy. And I was losing my mind about it. Leaning forward I pressed my forehead to the door. “I know why you’re here. An apology? You want an apology from me…” I mumbled. “I deserved it alright?” I muttered under my breath. “Satisfied? Is that why you’re barging into my room? That fuckin’ slap in the hall… I needed that, okay.”

“What were you doin’?” Her voice was soft and innocent—almost sweet. A voice I’d rarely heard her use because why the hell would she. But it hit like a gut punch because laced in that tone was her way of saying: I heard everything. Blood drained from my face so fast I felt dizzy, and I knew there was no comin’ back from this. “May I?” She cooed.

I didn’t even think—just mumbled, “Yeah,” under my breath. Weak and defensive. Like a guy who’d just been caught doin’ precisely what I was doin’.

The handle twisted. The door creaked open. She stepped inside and smiled at me like this wasn’t the most humiliating moment of my entire fuckin’ life.

But my eyes couldn’t help but drop—her mouth first, slick and shiny—then lower. That shirt, those jeans… clinging in all the right places.

She looked good. Way too good. Lit up, soft, hot in that effortless way that always fucked with me. Hell, she’s the reason why I’m doin’ bad. These shit grades are her fault. Not mine. How am I expected to think? How am I supposed to act with a tutor like her? I swear she enters the room and the Porn Hub intro plays. What you gonna tell me ‘I’ve been a bad, bad boy?’ That you ‘need be to stay after class’ so you can spank me with a ruler. It’s a setup. It’s fuckin’ asinine.

I dragged my tongue across my lips without thinking. Felt the heat creep up, settling under my skin like she’d thrown a match on it.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped, too fast. Voice rough, sharper than I meant. “What—making house calls now? Gonna start poppin’ in every time one of your screw-up athletes misses a session?”

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. She just smiled again and stepped closer. The second she did, so did I, drawn to her like a goddamn magnet. My breath caught. She stayed quiet and I couldn’t take the silence. I just waited there, crawling out of my skin.

“Say somethin’,” I huffed, impatient and nothing short of pathetic. “Please.”

“Do you wanna tell me what you were doin’ in here… or do you want me to guess?”

My whole body locked up. Cheeks burning. Skin on fire. Shame and heat colliding. I’d never blushed harder in my life. “Tell me,” I whispered. And I hated how needy it sounded. I didn’t even know what I was askin’ for. Maybe I did. I just wanted to hear her say it... I wanted the words from her mouth.

She looked up at me, that same maddening smile tugging at her pout. She was gonna to make me suffer for it. “Hmm… You want me to say it? Okay—” She leaned in slightly, chin tilted, voice just this side of mocking. “You were in here,” she said slowly, voice dripping with condescension, “moaning my name with your hand wrapped around your cock, thinking about how I slapped you. How I put you in your place.”

Every word struck like a fuckin’ blow: hot, sharp, and precise. She tilted her head in judgement, eyes studying me with slow, deliberate amusement. Then her lips curled as she delivered another strike. “You really couldn’t help yourself, huh Rafe?” She murmured. “All that discipline on the ice and none of it where it counts. You’re just a pathetic, horny mess in the bathroom fisting it over a girl who slapped the shit out of you.”

I moved before I could think. Surged forward. But she stepped back with a laugh, dodging my kiss easily before she walked deeper into my room.

“What the hell was that?” She asked, looking over her shoulder, brow arched in disgust like the idea of me touching her was laughable and unfathomable. “Seriously, Rafe? After today? Tsk. Tsk. After that?”

It was cruel. It was perfect. She was baiting me—dangling herself just out of reach, pretending I was the one crossing a line when she was the one playing the game like a fuckin’ pro. It made me want her more. My voice cracked as I followed her. “You want me to beg?” I asked, my voice stuttering in my throat. “I’ll do it. I will.”

She turned slowly, smiling like she’d been craving those words. “Oh,” she said sweetly. “I think that’s a good start, Cameron.”

“C’mon… Please.”

She laughed; her arms folded as she looked me up and down again, like I was her toy she was deciding whether to play with or throw away. “Unless there’s a puck and a stick, you really don’t give a single fuck, do you?” Her smile darkened. “I heard you in the bathroom, Rafe. I heard how desperate you can be. Fucking beg.”

And as soon as those beautiful, brutal words left her mouth, I dropped. Hit my knees right there on the cold hardwood, chest heaving, lungs tight. She looked down at me with that glint in her eye—like I looked down at her in the hallway when I had the upper hand; like she didn’t know whether to kiss me or destroy me. And fuck, I wanted both.

“Please,” I breathed, voice trembling and weak. “I’m sorry… for everything. I didn’t mean to be such an asshole, I just—shit, I don’t even know alright? I can’t think straight around you. You’re smart, and so fucking pretty, and I’m just—I’m… I’m a mess. I know I don’t deserve it, but I want you.”

My hands found her thighs and stayed there. I looked up at her, eyes begging, like maybe that would get me what I needed. And like some miracle she was starting to melt. I could feel it. I leaned in, crawling a little closer.

“Tell me what to do,” I begged again. “Make me earn it. I’ll do a good job for you, I swear. I’ll tell Coach what’s goin’ on… I’ll take the hit I should’ve taken from the start. You can trust me. I just wanna make you feel good. I want to apologize—”

“Meet me at the library at seven,” she cut me off, cool and final, brushing my hands off her thighs with a touch that shattered something inside me. “Don’t be late, Cameron.”

“Wait—” I rushed out as I scrambled to my feet. My voice broke as I reached for her snatching her wrist before she could walk away. “You’re—Shit. Uh… You’re leaving? Why? Don’t go. Please. Just—Just stay. You wanna stay, don’t you? C’mon…”

“Calm down, Rafe…” She purred. “If you’re that desperate, you can finish what you were doin’ in the bathroom… Like a good boy.”

Oh shit.

And just like that, she walked out… leaving me hard, flushed, and aching.

ᝰ.ᐟજ⁀➴⋆. Later that day…

I showed up at 6:30, Thirty minutes early—with flowers in hand. Not just any flowers, either. Romantic shit. Her favorite color in a desperate attempt to score a few points. The kind that said ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I want you’ all at once. Or at least that’s what JJ said. I don’t fuckin’ know. I was panicking.

I’d actually put on an outfit: a button-up that wasn’t wrinkled or my gameday attire. No sweats, no hoodie. She’d once complimented my clothes—some random day when I had a meeting and wore something halfway decent. But it stuck with me. For weeks. And the pièce de résistance, the final piece of the “let me hit” puzzle, a backwards hat. I ran my shaky hands through my hair, brushed it back before tugging it on.

Now I was posted up at the table, pretending to read, eyes glued to the entrance like I had no other purpose. That same tight buzz had been crawling up my spine since I sat down. And then she walked in.

Little skirt swaying with every step, catching the lazy breeze from that busted AC unit overhead. Her hair shifted across her shoulder as she walked, phone in hand as her thumb slid over the screen, lip caught between her teeth while she read whatever was on it. My jaw tightened. Jealousy hit hard and fast—who the hell was she texting? I didn’t even have a right to care, and still I did… I cared a lot. Fuck, was I in trouble.

She dropped in the chair beside me like she owned the space, didn’t even glance up. Just set her water down, popped the lid, took a slow sip from the straw—and all I could think about was her mouth. Her lips, pink and soft and wrapped around plastic. And what they’d feel like on me.

“So,” she said, voice casual as anything, dragging a notebook from her bag, “after that meeting in Coach’s office, we’ve got work to do.”

Not an ounce of acknowledgment. Nothing about the slap. Nothing about the bathroom. Nothing about the begging or about her telling me to finish in the sink like a ‘good boy’. And, I did… I wanted to tell her. The fuck is she not askin’ me for? I blinked at her, caught completely off guard. “Wait, seriously?”

“What?” She asked, brows raised, perfectly innocent.

My heart stuttered. Was she gaslighting me? Fuck, she was. I pawed at my jeans feeling myself already getting hard at the idea of it. “I just wanna say I’m sorry.”

“Pretty flowers,” she murmured. “No apology needed. Hockey season is stressful; high stakes, you know? And, thank you for these… Water under the bridge.”

I couldn’t help it, my voice dropped, quiet like I wasn’t even sure what happened anymore. “When you stopped by my place earlier—”

“Stopped by?” Her head snapped in my direction. That same slow, devastating smile spread across her lips. “Wow,” she said with actual surprise in her eyes, “that doesn’t really sound like somethin’ I’d do.”

I just looked at her. Couldn’t even speak. Too far gone.

I let out this soft laugh, tried to play it off. “Yeah, you did,” I said, watching her. Watching everything. “You stopped by and asked ‘why I didn’t show up for our session’.”

Her expression changed. That teasing sparkle flashed behind her eyes. But her voice dropped—sharp and precise. “Well,” she said instantly, “I don’t make house calls, Rafe.”

My eyes widened as she threw my own words back at me, twisting the knife. God, she was good.

I leaned in a little, feeling the heat of her radiate off her perfect body. “You told me to meet you here at seven. How else would I know if you didn’t tell me, huh?”

She blew out a little raspberry and twirled her fluffy pen between her fingers. “That is a mystery,” she said, with just enough bite to let me know I was being fucked with. “But good on you, Rafe. You showed up like a…”

She stopped and stared at me as my heart thudded, sweat gathering at my hairline. My brain lagged as if I didn’t know exactly what she wanted.

She knew I knew. It tumbled out before I could stop it.

“…A good boy.”

Her head snapped toward me again with a look of disgust, lips twitching like she was trying not to laugh. “Well, I was gonna say good student,” she mocked. “Jesus fuck, Rafe. Calm down.” And I swore my brain short-circuited trying to survive this. “So,” she said with a bright, innocent smile, “accounting?”

She reached into her backpack, moving forward with the session like nothing had happened; like I hadn’t begged her on my knees this afternoon, like she hadn’t ruined my ability to think about anything but her.

She slid one of the books across the table to me and tapped her pen a few times. The sound echoed sharp in the quiet library.

She crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up just enough to kill my last two brain cells. She leaned forward and flicked on the table lamp. Her tits shifted under her shirt leaving me throwing my head back, staring at the ceiling like it could save me.

“Page 99,” she said casually as she gestured to the book in front of me. I looked down at the textbook—the weathered cover. The word Accounting staring back at me. I grabbed the lid, fumbling with the book. I tried to breathe like a normal fuckin’ human—and flipped it open. Then I stopped.

Dead.

My heart slammed against my ribs because a Polaroid sat between the pages. Her. In my hockey jersey. Nothing on underneath. Sprawled across, what I could only dream was her bed—her hair was perfection, lips parted, one hand curled in the hem of the jersey like she was seconds away from showing me more.

I forgot how to blink; how to breathe, how to act— “Woah. Wait. Hey—”

“Well,” she cut off my panic as she reached over to pluck the photo from the pages. She slipped it back into her bag like it was just some used sticky note, “how did that get in there?”

I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. Because all I could think about was the damage I’d do to that picture. How I’d do absolutely anything to see that shit again. So I did the only thing I could do. I sat there like a good student. I barely breathed—I just followed her lead, turned the pages when she told me to and scribbled down notes willingly for the first time in three and a half years here, feeding off her praise like it was air. I couldn’t get enough…

I watched her closely, soaking in every detail. How her eyes lit up when she explained something. How her lips moved when she mouthed equations under her breath. How her ankle swung where her legs were crossed, skirt barely covering her thighs.

And it wasn’t just about how hot she was or how she looked in that picture that was now burned into my brain—it was everything. I could see her being mine. I could picture her in the stands, wearing my name, making her proud every fuckin’ night. I could imagine her in my bed. In my life. My everything. The hell is happening to me?

I was mid-sentence, trying to get through something I barely understood when my voice caught. I tripped over the words, not ‘cause it was hard or anything, but because her fingers just brushed my thigh.

She walked them slowly over the denim of my jeans, right to the inside of my leg, making my heart race and my head spin. I tried to pretend I was okay. That I wasn’t seconds away from falling apart. I adjusted in my chair, but it was useless. Her hand moved higher.

My jaw tightened as she traced the seam of my jeans—light and teasing.

She was pretending to read one of my notes like she wasn’t currently turning me into a fucking mess.

Then she went further. Her hand landed on my thigh—a firm squeeze. “Good job,” she said, soft like she meant it .

I groaned—couldn’t help it. Her hand was on me pressing right over my dick.

I tensed my thighs fighting the urge to grind up into her hand like I had no self-control; like some sex-crazed slut. She just kept touching me—slow and calm—completely unfazed. My dick pressed so hard against the zipper it stung.

I glanced down at the textbook and tried to read just one word. Nothing landed. I bit the inside of my cheek just to stay quiet as my mind went hazy. My head fell back, eyes shut tight, trying not to give in and get as greedy as I wanted to.

She didn’t stop. Just kept going.

I shifted, fingers digging into the table. My thighs shook; my stomach coiled tight. And every single nerve in me was lit up, burning hot, dangerously close to a public fuckin’ finish.

“So… what’s your final answer for number six?” She asked.

I could barely remember my own name let alone equations. “A—A hundred and fuuuck,” I stammered, my tone nothing short of pathetic. “A hundred and five.”

She grinned, eyes flicking to my face. “Good choice… Good fuckin’ boy.” I flicked off my hat and ran a hand through my hair; forehead damp with sweat, trying to hold off the inevitable but I couldn’t take it anymore. My orgasm hit me so hard I saw white.

I reached down and grabbed her wrist tight under the table as I came in my jeans—hot and heavy—every pulse dragging a deep, broken breath from my lungs. My head bowed between my tense shoulders. My mouth stayed open, panting, still locked in her grasp.

She didn’t move. Let me ride it out. She brushed her fingers over the wet patch on my thigh, smearing it cruelly, making me shutter out a breath. She pulled her hand back, eyes still on me, and slid her fingers into her mouth. Took her time. My hands curled tight; jaw clenched hard. My cock twitched, still aching in the mess she left behind.

Then she reached over and closed the book, putting a pin in it. “Good job tonight,” she said casually, standing, her smile warm. I couldn’t catch my breath. My hands were still locked around the edge of the table and the second she was out of sight I scrambled for my phone with shaking hands; buzzing before I could even unlock it.

Tutor Girl: My place. 10 PM. Don’t be late.

ᝰ.ᐟજ⁀➴⋆. Later that night…

I moved out of my car, adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was 9:57… I wasn’t about to be late.

I jogged to the door of the college house and knocked once—sharp and quick.

One of her roommates answered, giving me an uncertain smile.

“Hi,” she said hesitantly.

“Hockey tutor’s house, yeah? Can I—Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, slightly confused. “She went to bed an hour ago—”

“She’s expecting me,” I cut her off before she could even finish. Sleepin, huh? Damn, she was fuckin’ with me. Again. And fuck… she was perfect. “Up the hall, to the left?” I asked, already stepping inside.

She nodded, and I was already moving, taking the stairs fast. My heart was in my throat by the time I hit the landing. Her door was closed. Light leaking from underneath like it was waiting on me.

I knocked once. Then, I pressed my ear to the wood.

Silence.

Then I heard it. “Fuck, Rafe…” She whimpered. My cock twitched instantly at the sound. It was soft and desperate. Like she’d been waiting all day to say it.

“Just like that—” Her voice came through the door and I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed it open and everything in me stopped.

She was right there in the center of her bed. Skin flushed, glowing. Lips parted. Eyes shut. That same little smile tugging at her mouth, wearing my jersey—the same one from the picture. Like a fantasy come to life.

Her fingers were deep in her cunt, head lolled back against the pillow, breathing slow and shaky as she moved.

Then her eyes opened and locked on mine. She’d been waiting for me to see. She’d planned it this way. She wanted me to catch her. And she needed me to be the one to finish it.

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ what qualities should you be seeking in a romantic partner ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

this pac is divided into two parts – the good qualities and the bad qualities. the good qualities will be talking about the characteristics you should be seeking in a romantic partner, and the bad qualities will be talking about the characteristics you should avoid/be aware of regarding a romantic interest.

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ pile I ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

my lovely pile 1, i feel like you’ve always been compromising yourself when it comes to love/relationships and i feel like the people you were interested in have always been intimidated by your success, one way or the other. i feel like people haven’t been honest with you and they’ve never really guided you - even as a friend. it’s like people want to see you lose your stance and fall down, you know? in this reading, i will talk about the good qualities and the bad qualities you should look out for. i hope you take care, and now let’s get to your reading<3

ᝰ.ᐟ good qualities

1. you should be seeking the qualities of someone who is gentle and patient with you. they shouldn’t be someone who gets angry at you for the silliest things. your person should be someone who values your emotions and understands where you’re coming from, instead of always making you guilty for being sensitive.

2. you should be seeking the qualities of someone who is honest and helps you see the truth. they shouldn’t be someone who blindly supports you, no. they should have your back and guide you mindfully. because i’m seeing here that you find it hard to accept things, so you should seek qualities of someone who helps you realise and accept things.

3. you should be seeking the qualities of someone who is faithful and transparent.

4. you should seek the qualities of someone who is as ambitious as you and who lets you be yourself. you shouldn’t compromise yourself for the sake of this relationship, and if your person truly loved you, they wouldn’t ask you to change.

5. you should be seeking the qualities of someone who matches your drive and your dedication.

6. you should be seeking the qualities of someone who helps you grow and helps you face challenges. they should be proud of your achievements and should not feel intimidated by your success.

ᝰ.ᐟ bad qualities

1. you should be aware if the person always tries to be “above” you. i’m seeing here that people might try to put you down just to look better and feel good about themselves- so please be aware if someone tries to do that. it can be revealed in the form of jokes, actions or whatever; but if you see this behaviour, please look out for yourself.

2. you should be aware if a person is being too bold or too “pushy”, as in like if they do not respect your boundaries. i am also getting a feeling here that you might be attracted to older partners, so this is something you should be mindful about because they might constantly try to dominate you and never let you have your say in a relationship.

3. you should be aware if the person is not ambitious. always make sure they have a plan, as some might just “go with the flow” but they do not have a set goal and sometimes the pressure to earn/carry the relationship might fall on you.

4. you should be aware if the person is too friendly with other people - because i’m seeing here that they might have commitment issues and they might have a lot of friends with benefits.

5. you should be aware if the person is not able to endure and forgive your mistakes. no one is perfect, so they should understand that and learn how to work with their feelings. they shouldn’t be someone who gets angry very easily, basically.

6. you should be aware if the person is not honest and transparent. they might be hiding something from you, or they are bad communicators.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ pile II ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

my lovely pile 2, i’m seeing here that many of you might have an “i can fix them” mindset, and let me tell you this babe - it’s not good for you. i hope i don’t come off as rude, but like please know that being with someone who doesn’t value your feelings isn’t going to help you grow. protect your energy and your peace, and the right love will naturally flow to you. in this reading, i will talk about the good qualities and the bad qualities you should look out for. i hope you take care, and now let’s get to your reading<3

ᝰ.ᐟ good qualities

1. you should be seeking the qualities of someone who is willing to try out new things and is not afraid of change.

2. they should be able to navigate through their feelings and they should know how to breathe through any tension. they should handle difficult situations with ease and they shouldn’t blame you for everything - especially if something goes south.

3. you should be seeking the qualities of someone who knows how to balance things out in their life and someone who has an optimistic mindset. this person should be an inspiration to you and they should bring you out of dark times. you should seek the qualities of someone who will heal you, basically.

4. you should seek the qualities of someone who pays attention to your needs and someone who gets along with your family.

5. you should seek the qualities of someone who is very loyal to you and who does not doubt your relationship. there should be trust and certainty within the relationship, and this person should be confident about their feelings for you.

6. you should seek the qualities of someone who will nurture you and isn’t afraid to show you off.

ᝰ.ᐟ bad qualities

1. you should be aware if the person is not able to control the emotions. please avoid individuals who do not have good self control.

2. you should be aware if the person is too show-offy. like if the person only flexes their wealth and their succes, please avoid them. it shows that they are too full of themselves and that they only care about their stature.

3. you should be aware if a person is not able to make sacrifices. if they are not willing to give up something (that is especially unhealthy) for you, then please be mindful.

4. you should be aware if a person is being too defensive and doesn’t open up easily. i mean i get it, it’s not easy to open up to people - especially if you’re meeting them for the first time. but if their attitude doesn’t change, please do not strain yourself and work on the relationship if they aren’t valuing your efforts.

5. you should be aware if the person is not honest about their feelings and always keeps you hanging.

6. you should be aware if there are a lot of misunderstandings in the beginning of your relationship as this could lead to stress and conflict. your person should know how to balance their emotions, and if they’re having a hard time doing so, please be aware.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ pile III ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

my lovely pile 3, i have a feeling that you’ve been with individuals who are very self-centred and egoistic. these individual might have only cared about their feelings and they have never had your back in situations where you needed them the most. i’m seeing here that you might have felt demotivated and felt like you were not seen in your relationships. in this reading, i will talk about the good qualities and the bad qualities you should look out for. i hope you take care, and now let’s get to your reading<3

ᝰ.ᐟ good qualities

1. you should be seeking the qualities of someone who remembers the smallest details about you. the person should look at something you like and go, “omg they (you) would have loved this!”

2. you should be seeking the qualities of someone who has your back and someone who will stand up for you, no matter what. they should be like a role model to you, and they should help you be realistic.

3. you should seek the qualities of someone who is going to inspire you and someone who is going to motivate you.

4. you should seek the qualities of someone who will let go of things you don’t like, and i’m seeing here that you’ll not ask them to let go of something that means a lot to them. maybe you’d ask them to let go of bad habits, and they should be able to do that. of course we can’t expect them to leave something entirely, but every small step counts.

5. you should seek the qualities of someone who is willing to take risks and is not afraid of change and is willing to let go of undesirable things.

6. you should seek the qualities of someone who is courageous and adventurous. another thing i’m seeing here is that you should seek the qualities of someone who is good at problem solving.

ᝰ.ᐟ bad qualities

1. you should be aware if a person is too prideful - especially if they try to make you look smaller than them. honestly, i’m seeing here that your person might be someone who is very talented and they are gaining reasonable recognition for their work, but if they are too full of themselves, and if they feel like they are better than everyone, then please be aware of this.

2. you should be aware if a person is taking on too many responsibilities and does not prioritise your feelings and your time, as well as your energy.

3. you should be aware if a person is too confident in themselves, especially if they come off as egoistic.

4. you should be aware if the person is being too kind, because there might be a malicious intention behind that kindness.

5. you should be aware if a person is going through a lot of mood swings. i’m also seen here that if the person is constantly looking happy and optimistic, it is fake. because i’m seeing here that since they know people will behave according to their emotions (especially since they have a lot of people admiring their work), they will take advantage of this - if that even makes sense. for example, if you are trying to pursue something with a member or a pretty well known band, that person might pretend to be all nice and happy because they know that they have an influence on people (their fans) and they might use this “happy facade” to gain something from the fans - maybe more recognition. but here’s the truth, their feelings and their emotions are completely different from what they portray. of course not everyone can be happy all the time and sometimes we need to pretend - but the feelings aren’t genuine from their side. ugh this was such a bad example, but i hope i made sense here!!

6. you should be aware if the person does not take care of their physical and their emotional health. you should be aware if they are neglecting self-care.

hiii loves, i hope this reading finds you in good health, and i hope you are doing well. i am not really satisfied with this reading as i feel like i could’ve done more, but i’m struggling to find time and i’m finding it so hard to manage my personal life as well as my professional life. i’m trying my best but i feel like it’s not enough. but i’m still pushing through, so that’s something 😅. i would be so glad if you could like my post and re-blog it, and please let me know which pile you picked - i would love to hear your thoughts and know if this reading resonated with you!! take care of yourself, and i will see you in my next reading. thank you for being here<3

ps - thank you so much to the lovely person who gave me the idea of doing this reading!! i truly appreciate you taking the time out of your day and letting me know which reading you preferred🥰❤️

(note - tarot & oracle cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, feelings and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not predict the future in a fixed way. this is a general reading so take what resonates!)

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[yawnzshit]

PRI'S FIC RECS : ENHYPEN EDITION (HEESEUNG VER.)

[ ♡ ] : personal favourites.

[ !! ] : nsfw ( minors dni pls )

🎙️hi. so basically doing this new thing of fic recs, because i've read sooo many over the years. most if not all are long fics here! but yeah lmk if you want of more members :) or any other fandoms (svt, bts, harry potter, marvel etc)!

✮⋆˙ LEE HEESEUNG.

one hundred and one by @heesdreamer [ 19k ] !!

synopsis : returning back home from a failed year at college, you’re reunited with your little brothers best friend who always had a crush on you. this definitely hasn’t changed, but he sure has.

notes : brother's bff! heeseung ; younger!heeseung ; college (ish) au ; gahh this made me go even more insane for heeseung than i alr am ( jake look awayy!!)

echoes of riots by @/heesdreamer [ 19.1k ]

synopsis : falling inl ove with a rockstar is never easy, especially when he returns to your hometown on a successful tour three years after you lost contact.

notes : rockstar!au ; actually wrecked me like this is teww good.

player rank platinum by @simpjaes [ 30k ] !!

synopsis : You’re not sure what’s worse, your sister’s boyfriend or your sister’s boyfriend’s friends. What you thought would be a great deal in living with her throughout college turns into a major game of cat and mouse, where you’re unsure if your moral compass is pointing in the right direction solely because you suspect someone is wearing a giant sex magnet to throw it off. 

notes : gamer!heeseung ; read warnings ; wheww this was something alr ( in the best way possible i love ur fics omfg )

win one win me by @jaylver [ 14k ]

synopsis : who knew being angry and impulsive can get the captain of the hockey team to notice you? cussing them out when they were losing wasn't the best idea, but it definitely made lee heeseung's head turn, leading to him making a deal with you to win a game in order to get your number. but that wasn't enough for him, he was determined to make you his.

notes : icehockeyplayer!heeseung ; strangers2lovers ; college au ; super adorable give me jock heeseung now pls!!!

home for the bitchless by @hannie-dul-set [ series ]

synopsis : wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

notes : multiple members! ; heeseung is kind of a loser ; i think i lost my lungs reading these, probably going to re-read to fill the void in my heart :)

belladona by @boyfhee [ 5k ] [ ♡ ]

synopsis : sometimes, love is not about the sacrifices you make, but about the selfishness you hide.

notes : thriller!au ; read this soo long ago yet was able to recall the author and putting it here :)

HOW TO GET BACK WITH YOUR EX : five do's and don'ts by @/boyfhees [ 26.2k]

synopsis : you were all in for a new start; a new city, new apartment, new department and new colleagues— though, not under the best circumstances— you tried to make it through your early thirties while lost between whether to give up or go on, and then you meet Heeseung, who happens to be on the other end of the same street.

notes : exes!au ; very slice of life but pretty realistic if that makes sense ? i felt as if i had actually experienced this :o

always been you by @jaeyunverse [ 16k ]

synopsis : heeseung was the kind of teenager everyone’s parents warned them to stay away from. he was the poster boy for the term bad influence, caring about no one except his closest friends—especially you.

notes : badboy!heeseung ; childhood!bffs to lovers ; very cute read, still think about this fic at random times <3

won't let you go ( this time ) by @zreamy [ 36k ] !!

synopsis : back home for good after a semi-unsuccessful first year at university in a new city, you’re looking forward to getting back into the routines of your old life in the town you grew up in but the one person you’d been desperate to see doesn’t seem too pleased about your return :(

notes : exes!au ; slow burn ; ohh zreamy is one of my faves on enhablr so y'all know this shit about to eat!!!!

triage by @maiverie [ series ]

synopsis : heeseung is not, by any measure, date-able. he’s dorky, he’s nerdy, and he does this weird thing where he snorts loudly every time he laughs. in fact, he loves everything that normal people are allergic to — computer science, collecting rare comic books, and birdwatching on the weekend.given that you two have obviously nothing in common, you find yourself utterly flabbergasted when you receive a letter in your locker, on which heeseung has written, “hi. will you please teach me how to date?”

notes : nerd(adorable)heeseung x popular!reader ; this series owns my whole heart.

open sesame by @/maiverie [ series ]

synopsis : you are uncontrollably, helplessly, and tragically in love with your roommate, heeseung. one night, desperate to learn more about him, you sneak inside his room and discover the reason why he always seems to keep his door closed. and then you realise that some doors, no matter how tempting, are better left unopened.

notes : roommates!au ; reader gives thirdhand embarrasment in one scene but we ball because this series is devouring.

waiting room by @heejamas [ 21k ] !!

synopsis : for three years, you and heeseung have hovered between friendship and something more—stolen glances, late-night car rides, hands brushing under tables. but when the waiting finally ends, you realize you were never just friends to begin with.

notes : friendstolovers!au ; very cute most recent read :)

the space between by @fairyofhee [ 16.3k ] !!

synopsis : It was a mutual agreement between you and the boy with high status and reputation to say that the kiss you both shared was a mistake and meant absolutely nothing. But while trying to win over your crush, you were distracted by that mistaken kiss from the boy who's won over your heart.

notes : rich!basketball player!heeseung x flower shop worker!reader, cutesy very YA series vibes <3

the misfortunes and misconceptions of lee heeseung by @jayflrt

synopsis : by no means does lee heeseung hold any romantic feelings toward you. the mere possibility is jarring, considering his luck seems to take a turn for the worst whenever he’s around you. from getting hit with a bludger during quidditch to getting into trouble with filch for setting off dungbombs in his office, heeseung starts to think you’re some sort of bad omen. he’s prepared for disaster when you two become partners in potions, but why does the amortentia smell like you?

notes : harrypotter au! slytherin heeseung x hufflepuff reader ; i love love love hp aus with slytherins like yess goo slytherin! also anything by user jayflrt is the BEST.

doe eyes by @thatgorlnatalia [ 9k ]

synopsis : telling the truth is scary, but it’s even scarier when nobody can lie to the boy you like | you steal glances at him like everyone else, but what if you knew he looks back?

notes : highschool au! ; very sweet old fic i found and had read way long ago, just wanted to add it here because it deserves to be read <3

MY DEAR ANNOYING SEATMATE by @svnoohe4rts [ 17.1k ] !!

synopsis : there was only a few things you hated in life, but your dear seatmate lee heeseung was most definitely one of the few things you absolutely despised. with the two of you being paired up for an upcoming project, it seemed like life possibly couldn’t get any worse; so why did he suddenly almost look cute?

notes : nerdhee! ; i loved thisss smm i remember reading it, probs gonna re-read hehehe

[mrpenguinpants]

From the start. [ Sneak Peek ]

— When you’ve bestied so hard, you end up stuck in a nine-year pining phase. You were sure Phainon would eventually get hitched to Mydei, letting you finally move on with your feelings—but things didn’t go as planned. Now, he’s back to being single, and you’re not about to let this drag into double digits. It’s now or never.

Contains: Modern AU | Failure reader vs boyfailure Phainon | Probably OOC | Phainon x Mydei (not end goal)

Full Fic: [ TBA ] [Masterlist]

My offering to Phainon: a happy ending. I am literally posting this right before I roll, so please come home with your lightcone, and my life is yours.

"Mydei and I broke up."

The words barely have time to settle before you choke—loud, graceless, like you’ve just inhaled the ash from every cigarette butt ever discarded on the streets. It’s ugly. It’s embarrassing. It’s entirely expected.

Phainon, to his credit, is polite enough not to laugh or comment. He doesn’t even give you one of those insufferable, knowing smirks. Instead, he simply slides a cup of water toward you—because, despite everything, he’s a gentleman. You snatch it up, throat burning, lungs spasming in betrayal. Tiny tears prick at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as you desperately fight to suppress the hacking. You take a slow sip—careful, measured—because the last thing you need right now is to choke again and actually die before you can process what the hell you just heard.

"Sorry, one more time. I think I just had a brief hallucination," you say, blinking rapidly as if that might reset reality itself. Your voice wavers between disbelief and queasiness, your throat still raw from choking. There’s a ringing in your ears as your brain is actively rejecting the information, trying to overwrite it with something that makes more sense. Because seriously—what the fuck did you just hear?

"Mydei and I broke up… yesterday," Phainon repeats, sounding almost sheepish as he drops his gaze back to his food—the same food he’s been absentmindedly poking at for the last few minutes, pushing grains of rice around. Which, in hindsight, should have been a massive red flag. This man, who has raided your fridge at three in the morning as a starving raccoon in the throes of a failed calorie deficit—who has, on more than one occasion, inhaled an entire meal before you even had time to sit down—has been sitting here, not eating.

Yup. You heard that right.

Phainon—the very same Phainon you were pretty sure was going to drop to one knee by the end of the year, who spoke about Mydei like the sun wouldn’t rise without him—is now single.

"I'll kill him. Where did you say he was now? I have a shovel in my trunk," you say, keeping your voice as serious as possible. Because there’s just no way Phainon did anything wrong—this man is the biggest green flag you’ve ever seen in your life. The kind of person who would help an old lady cross the street, return extra change to the cashier, and offer you the last slice of cake without hesitation.

Thankfully, Phainon laughs at your joke.

(It’s not a joke.)

His laughter is bright and full-bodied, the kind that fills the entire room and makes everything feel a little lighter, and the air itself is easier to breathe. He throws his head back, shoulders shaking, eyes crinkling with pure amusement. And, seriously—Mydei. How the hell did you fumble this bag?

"Please don't. I'd be upset if I couldn't see you again," he chuckles, the sound warm and familiar. But the laughter barely has time to settle before his expression dims, like a candle flickering against an unseen draft.

"It's not like that," Phainon says, his voice quieter now, more measured, "We still care a lot about each other, it's just… with me here finishing school and him moving back to Castrum Kremnos to take over his dad's company, the distance is… hard."

His fingers idly trace the rim of his cup, slow and deliberate, as if the motion alone can ground him. But his gaze—fixed somewhere on the table—is distant. Somewhere far away, lost in thoughts he isn’t saying out loud. It’s not just about the breakup. It’s the weight of everything unspoken, the quiet acceptance of something slipping through his fingers, of a future he must have once imagined but now has to let go of.

"Plus," he exhales, shoulders slumping just a fraction, "We barely even get a chance to see each other. So it's… for the best that we end things here before we start—before things reach the point of no return."

His words hang in the air, heavy yet resigned like he's already gone through every possible outcome and settled on the least painful one.

Ah. Healthy communication and putting yourself first. Can't relate.

"B-But… I mean, yeah, sure, but… maybe just go on a break?" you blurt out, your voice catching on the words as your fingers twist together, the nerves in your chest coiling tighter with every passing second, "I'm sure—no, I'm positive—that the two of you could work it out. I mean, from the sound of things, it’s not as if you’ve completely cut each other off, so…"

Your words spill out in a frantic tumble, desperate, scrambling for something—anything—to hold onto, because this doesn’t make sense. It can’t. Not when you know Phainon, when you’ve seen it all unfold from the very beginning. You were there for the late-night hangouts, for the bleary-eyed conversations stretching into the early hours, for the quiet moments when he thought no one was watching and the messy ones when emotions boiled over.

You were there that night at the bar, sitting across from him as his whole world tilted on its axis—watching in real time as he fell in love with that blonde guitarist, his expression caught somewhere between wonder and panic. You were the one who got blasted with late-night texts, Phainon slipping into full schoolgirl mode, overanalyzing everything—every glance, every word, every infuriatingly cryptic emoji Mydei sent back. He filled your notifications with fire emojis and tongue-sticking-out faces over literally anything Mydei did, as if each moment was proof of something bigger, something just out of reach. You were the one he ran to, sobbing in full-blown hysteria because he thought Mydei had a crush on Castorice, even though everyone knew Castorice was very uninterested. You were the one who sat beside him through the worst of it, suffering through the absolute shittiest action movies just to take his mind off things, pretending not to notice when his eyes stayed glassy long after the credits rolled.

So no, you don’t get it. You can’t get it. Because after everything—after all of that—how is he just letting this go?

"Mmm, perhaps," Phainon says mysteriously, his voice tinged with something you can't quite place, as he finally takes a bite of his food—food that's surely gone cold by now, the steam long gone. God, he looks like a sad puppy, his posture slumped, and the soft, distant look in his eyes makes something tighten in your chest.

"Don't get me wrong," he continues, chewing slowly, his gaze flicking back to the table, avoiding your eyes, "I'm not fine with this. With any of this. But with the way things are going... I don’t think we would have lasted long."

Bullshit, but okay. Go on.

"We have different futures that don't mesh well," Phainon says quietly, his voice thoughtful, "It would be unfair for me to ask him to drop everything, just as it would be unfair if he asked me to drop everything here and move back to Kremnous with him, to stay there for the rest of my life. You know, right person, wrong time. I know, on the outside, we looked fine, but I think I was unsatisfied with the relationship for a while. It wasn't what I was expecting, and even after we got together, things never really changed. Maybe that was for the best..."

Phainon doesn't elaborate on that last point, and though you want to ask, it's not your business, nor is it your place to probe. So, instead, you nod along slowly, trying to make sense of it all.

"Will you… be okay?" you ask tentatively, your voice soft with concern. Phainon looks at you, and for a moment, there’s a painful stillness in his gaze. Then, heartbreakingly, he shakes his head, the movement slow and resigned.

"No," he murmurs quietly, "not for a while."

Silence settles between you, thick and unfamiliar, as you absently fiddle with your utensils. Usually, conversations flow effortlessly between you and Phainon, even when you’re at each other’s throats over the stupidest disagreements. Snark, banter, teasing—it’s always been easy. But this? This is different. This Phainon—the one staring down at his barely touched plate, the one who looks lost in his own thoughts, like he’s carrying something too heavy to bear alone—is not the Phainon you’re used to. And you don’t know how to reach him. Do you pretend everything is fine? Crack a joke to lighten the mood? Leave it alone and hope he talks when he’s ready? Do you just… give him a hug? Would that even help? What are the steps you’re supposed to take here?

"Sorry, I must have brought the mood down. How did your presentation go? Get any of those snobby professors to laugh?" Phainon chuckles, but you can see it for what it is—a mask, stretched thin over something raw. Still, you play along.

You launch into a rant, hands moving animatedly as you recount the sheer terror of nearly blanking out the moment one professor looked at you funny. The kind of look that makes your stomach drop, that makes you feel you’re already failing before you’ve even opened your mouth. And then—just as you stepped into the room—she started writing something down. What did you do wrong? Did you breathe incorrectly? Or worse—did she somehow know about the bruises from when you ate shit on the pavement after tripping over absolutely nothing? Because let’s be real, at this point, it wouldn’t even be surprising. Maybe she had psychic powers. Maybe she could sense your inherent lack of coordination. It’s not your fault that you’re just a citizen. A normal human doomed to battle gravity every damn day.

As you finish your meals and prepare to leave, you find yourself locked in a battle over the bill, but Phainon is an immovable brick wall. Every time you try to grab for it, he skillfully evades—sidestepping, blocking, even flicking your forehead at one point as if you were a pesky little sibling. Before you can make a final desperate attempt, he effortlessly strong-arms you away, pressing his card into the hands of a bemused waitress with the confidence of someone who’s already won. With a satisfied smirk, he turns to you, adjusting his scarf as the wind picks up, threading through his hair and sending stray strands dancing across his forehead. It should be annoying, but of course, it only makes him look effortlessly cool—a true protagonist in a melodramatic film, standing against the backdrop of a crisp evening sky.

"Thanks for listening to me. I really appreciate it, especially since we haven't seen each other in a while," he says, a soft smile tugging at his lips. His voice is quieter now, the usual bravado dimmed just enough to make your chest ache.

You nod—maybe a little too rigorously—because of course. Of course, you’d be there for him. You always have been. And you know, without a doubt, that he’d do the same for you. It’s just who you are to each other. And you’re just… glad. Glad that Phainon, for all his easygoing grins and insufferable teasing, trusts you enough to let his guard down. That he knows he doesn’t have to keep up the act around you. That for once, he can just be—no witty comebacks, no forced smiles, no pretending. Just Phainon. But then, because the universe has a cruel sense of humor, he tilts his head, mischief creeping back into his expression.

"When are you going to get a crush on someone? I've got at least three years of pining and dating woes on you."

He grins like it’s a joke, like it’s just another thing to tease you about, but your stomach twists, because—

Ah, right. That’s the thing, bestie.

I've been in love with you from the start.

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Alright, I'll be back in 10 minutes on whether or not this man has scammed me. Your full 20k word fic rides on this buddy, don't disappoint me :)

Update: Alright, he gets a part 2. Phainon wanters will be havers.

[r0-boat]

Weird Mac headcanon drabble

Jealous!Mac x Gn! Reader.

Sfw

Shortly after Mac became a human, you realize you need a new PC for Mac's new job.

The change from object to human has been... Strange... Don't get them wrong. It's been a dream come true. From the days they spend with you to the... Nights they spend in you...

However there's been a.. eh How do you say it? Problem? No that's not it...

They know they shouldn't be feeling like this sense of betrayal in there new fleshy heart as they watch you unboxing put together a new PC.

Jealousy was a feeling that Mac had never had before. And it wasn't a pleasant one. Seeing the excitements on your face as you boot it up made their eyebrows furrow.

Their eyebrow twitched as they came to inspect it. You're sparkling eyes made their heart skip a beat. How could they ever say that they're jealous when you look so damn happy?

And how could they ever deprive you of an object humans use every single day? Something that they also have to use for work. Which was the reason you got a new one.

But they can't help the way they felt, even now as they work on setting the new PC up. Mac can still remember fondly the many hours you spent together. Of course, it is nothing like how it is now, when they can spend hours being far closer than they would have ever imagined. Walking downtown, enjoying Cafes and the Sun by Day, and tangled in each other's arms by night.

But Mac is greedy... Being a computer built and programmed to be as helping and as useful as possible, as well as being used to that hours of attention.

Their first morning on the job and by extension, their first time with... "That machine" was interesting to stay the least.

"Just so we're clear. I'm only using you because I have to..."

Mac huffed waiting for a response that will never come. "They're mine... Don't forget that." They hissed under their breath before realization slowly sets in Mac lets out a sigh puttingtheir fingers on their temples their glasses pushing upward. "What am I doing..." They mumble before getting to work.

Having a new PC is certainly something they'll have to get used to.